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"How am I supposed to say I miss you and I love you when you ruined my life? How am I supposed to morn you when you were my monster, controlling me like a puppet that I wasn't. I'm free, and yet here I am, still confused. Are you family or a foe? Am I supposed to miss you or forget you? Am I even supposed to have these thoughts?"
- Dreaming of Wolves//Dark 3AM Thoughts
I wonder if our parents know how well we know them?
I will elaborate when I can put this into words
I wonder if our parents know how well we know them?
I will elaborate when I can put this into words
Day 1 Journal Self-Love Prompt
1. Who inspires you most?- If I had to pick one person, I would probably say my dad. He is one of the most calm, gentle people I know. I’ve seen him truly, genuinely mad maybe 2 or 3 times in my 20 years you know, being alive, and even in those moments he has self restraint and gentleness. He isn’t afraid to have emotional conversations with us and express emotions, and he does so in a healthy way. Through all his kindness though, he’s absolutely hilarious. He never fails to make me laugh. I want to be that kind of parent. One whose kids can come to for comfort and support without fear or embarrassment. I know I got super lucky to end up with such great parents <3
Gonna make a short post to get the anger out because it’s late and I want to sleep. My parents have had no issues with my boyfriend coming over during the exam period until today which was the day I balled my eyes out over a math exam so when he finished his try ones for the day he brought food and watched one of my favorite movies with me. My mother knows that every day when she questions whether I’ve studied it feels invalidating and like she doesn’t trust me so when she brought it up today she knew how it would make me feel. Next year I’m going to live 13 hours away from him and he might have to spend our first Christmas as a couple in another country. Even my stepdad who likes my boyfriend questioned me.
Edge of Faith -kalika
Waiter: How are you guys doing tonight! What can I get you started with?”
Me: Mental health, financial stability, no more student loans, a healthy relationship with my parents, and life advice.
Waiter:
Me: I’ll have a water please
Unconditional: Not subject to any conditions or limitations; absolute and without restrictions, often used to describe love or support that is given without expectation or requirement.
To love in a way that is unwavering. To love even when circumstances or feelings may lead one to wish it would fade or lessen. To love someone even if you’ll never see them again.
penelope x non binary reader( they/them)
talks of the future together
kids
WAIT ACTUALLY I WANNA SEE UR TAKE ON PEN AS A MOM PLZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Pillow Planning
Hope you like :)
It had started with a quiet night, feet tangled beneath a fuzzy throw blanket, Penelope tucked into the crook of Y/N Y/N's shoulder on the couch.
The television was murmuring something cheerful and forgettable, but Penelope's mind was already far from it, her fingers idly tracing shapes against Y/N's thigh.
"Have you ever thought about kids?" she asked, her voice low, careful. Y/N didn't flinch. Instead, they turned slightly, brushing a kiss to her hairline. "All the time," they said simply.
Their tone wasn't performative or dramatic... it was simple, real.
Garcia blinked up at them, almost too surprised, "Really?" Y/N nodded, "I think... I've always wanted to give someone the kind of safety and home I didn't have. I am so glad I found you... and I think we'd make a weird, glittery, brilliantly kind little human."
Garcia beamed, eyes stinging, "I want that too, I want all of it with you. Diapers, glitter explosions, juice boxes on courtroom steps. All of it."
Their fingers twined, a promise was made, half whispered, half anchored in the silent space between them.
- - -
The Team Barbecue - A few years later...
Garcia knelt by the front door, zipping up a bright yellow backpack adorned with cartoon stars and smiling dinosaurs. Inside was, wipes, snacks, extra clothes, a water bottle, and of course, a small plush fox named Captain Fuzzy.
Behind her, Y/N stood in the hallway, bent over carefully as they guided a squirming three year old into a pair of denim jeans and a bright red t-shirt with a dinosaur on the front, an exact miniature of Y/N's own outfit.
Garcia had demanded it, matching fits, looking good for photos. "Rex," Y/N said, their voice patient but firm, "arms up, big guy. Gotta get these pants up... don't want to be free willing it later."
Rex giggled, sleepy curls falling over his eyes. "I like bath free will," he mumbled. Y/N lifted him easily, smoothing his shirt down, whispering something Garcia couldn't quite catch, but she didn't have to.
It was always soft when Ronnie talked to their son. Always steady, calm.
Garcia zipped up the bag and stood, watching them, her heart just... full. Her spouse, tall, lean, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, tattoos peeking out under the collar of their shirt, was glowing in a way only she could see.
The way they looked at Rex, how they instinctively caught him when he lost balance, the way their arms formed home around him. That was what made her fall for Y/N in the first place.
Their loyalty. Steadiness. Their fire when needed, but never with her. Never with Rex. They caught Garcia looking, "What?" Y/N asked. Garcia could only smile, kissing Rex's forehead, then Y/N's mouth.
"You look good in denim. You both do."
- - -
Rossi's backyard was already filling with laughter and the smell of barbecue sauce and charred onions. Garcia led the way through the garden gate, Rex's little hand tight around Y/N's index finger.
She waved broadly to JJ, Emily, Spencer, and Rossi, all gathered around a large outdoor table with drinks and plates in hand.
"Everyone!!" Garcia beamed, "This is Rex Y/L/N-Garcia, he's... three, he's a dinosaur enthusiast and he is not sure if you are real people or ghosts.
Rex immediately ducked behind Y/N's legs. JJ coming over to kneel down slowly, setting her drink aside and pulling a cookie from a plate. "Hey there, Rex," she said gently, "I've got a dino cookie..."
Rex peeked out.
Y/N leaned down, murmuring to him. "It's okay. I'll come with you... I promise."
With tiny steps, Rex walked out from the safe haven of Y/N's legs, one hand still clinging to the fabric of their jeans. He reached for the cookie with his free hand, cheeks flushed pink, eyes wide.
"There you go," JJ said, holding it out without moving closer. Rex took it, then immediately turned to Y/N, "Dama stay?"
Y/N crouched beside him, "Right here, bug."
Garcia watched as JJ gently asked Rex about his dinosaur shirt, and he mumbled something about 'T-rex teeth' with a mouth full of cookie.
Garcia wiped a stray tear before it could fall, blinking up at the sky for a second. She turned to find Emily beside her, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You okay, mama?"
Garcia let out a shaky laugh, "Yeah... yeah, I just... this is everything. Y/N, Rex, the matchy-matchy denim, the fact that my son just came out of hiding for a cookie... that's parenting. That's our kid."
Y/N joined her then, slipping an arm around her waist, their voice low in her ear, “He’s doing great.”
“You’re doing great,” Garcia said, resting her head on their shoulder. “You’re everything I ever wanted, you know?”
Y/N kissed her temple. “And you’re more than I thought I deserved.”
Garcia sniffled, then straightened. “Okay. Emotional moment over. Let’s get matching lemonade and take family photos before someone spills ketchup on our son.”
*Dama is the name I adopted for another series, it's 'dad' and 'ma' together, more of a non-binary... they/them version of a parental figure name!
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A Daily Struggle
Me: *shows my parents a movie or tv show I like*
My parents: *both sit on their phones the whole time, not paying attention to the best parts*
My parents: eh, I didn’t really like it, it’s not my thing
"weißt du eigentlich, wie lieb ich dich hab" - watercolour, old sketchbook
I hate when parents say some stupid ass shit and you just have to be like, “okay 👍” cause you can’t say, “bitch, fuck off.”
The most thing to cherish in life, is the people you love and care for.
Life
Prodigy of 7
I am a broken burnt out child prodigy I could speak a mile a minute Words were my freedom My liberty
My tongue was cut when I was 7 My heart was burning with the anger and disappointment of a million My mother My father My friends My teachers
Too many people thought me to be "brave" "intelligent" "independent" "strong"
Yet all along I was "Afraid" "Alone" "Fragile"
I was never independent I thought I couldn't rely on anyone I thought I was alone
This must have been why I tried so hard on my grades This must have been why I crashed one too many times
I am a burnt out and broken child prodigy I was...
you never know what the future will bring, as for now my parents are comparing their duolingo leader boards
Being the oldest
Parent 1: You have to set an example for your siblings!
Parent 2: You have to become successful and earn a lot of money.
Parent 1: That's why we came here, to live a better life and let you have a better future.
Parent 2: So study something useful and choose a good career. That's your only goal right now.
Parent 1 and 2: Don't disappoint us!
Oldest sibling: *nods sadly* Okay
Reminder that:
Your parents can still be abusive if they say they love you
Your parents can still be abusive if they buy you stuff
Your parents can still be abusive if they dont hit you
Your parents can still be abusive if they “dont mean to do it”
Your parents can still be abusive if “they have problems too!”
Your parents can still be abusive if they feed you and keep a roof over your head
Your parents can still be abusive if other people have it worse
An abusive parent is an abusive parent. Doing these things doesnt make them gods who you have the worship, it makes them slightly decent human beings (just barely)
parents will be like 'why do you never tell us anything' but when you try to tell them something they get pissed off and shout and dismiss it,, and the dots just don't connect in their heads??
The mothers
only pray
to get
Lawyers
Doctors
Presidents
and
Engineers
then
the world
stares on,
finding it hard
to give us all our daily havocs,
for the rest
of our lives.
Some are whores
and
gigolos
so you
marry them at
your own
risk
that when you
find them
extramarital
you know that
this was it,
the destiny thing.