#my dad

[gothiccharmschool]

Everyone cheer! Today is Dad’s EIGHTIETH birthday!

[egberts]

bruh having a traumatic childhood is wild cuz i get triggered by seeing some random ass guy be nice to his kid. just explaining things thoroughly, calmly, patiently.

when i was a kid my dad gave me money and sent me to the store alone (younger than 10), he told me i can get anything i want with the money, and i got myself a beanie baby cat. it was like $10. came home and got in so much trouble, screamed at, threatened, belittled, hit. i wasn't supposed to get anything i wanted, no, despite being told that (and confirming with a wide eyed "anything?") i was a fucking idiot for thinking he meant anything i wanted. obviously he meant any snack i wanted. and i was a defiant disobedient brat for getting a toy cat instead of a snack. of course. obviously. duh. (don't worry i never believed i was in the wrong here. i knew he told me anything, and he was the one who was wrong. i just endured being in trouble and moved on.)

so in this video, this dad is taking his kid to the store, and he says at first "you can get anything you want with this $20 and we will add it up together" then he later reiterates more clearly, probably for the same reason that i misunderstood as a child, "you can get any food you want"

and then I started deeply thinking about my stupid ass traumatic memory and then even went so far as to write a tumblr post about it this time. don't know that there was a point to this it's just fucked up. good for that other kid though, genuinely. and good for that dad

[htn-11-11]

بنــــت احســـــن بـــــابــــا بـــ,الدنيــــــــــــــــــــــا 🫂💙.

#11:11

[vampryn]

nine inch nails at woodstock '94 by joseph cultice

[allseeingmoth]

my dad uses chatgpt to make art for him and yesterday he was like "fine, you're an artist. if you don't want me using AI then you can draw me a picture of a duck using an egret to push a goose down a hill" so I did. Thought Tumblr might appreciate the anti-ai goose.

[lunisvfx]

Im pregnant🫦

[pythonmoth]

Something something Simon's eye twitching every time Price makes a homophobic comment.

He's not even a bad person, and Simon knows Price only makes those comments because he's really fucking ignorant, and everytime Soap talks about his boyfriend back home, Price's mouth twitches, unable to help himself.

"I don't get it"

"But why would you choose that?"

"No, I don't hate them! I adore Johnny, it's just that-"

Gaz and Soap argue with him, often trying to educate him, but Simon knows best - that man is not changing any time soon, and he really hates it. Not that it affects him directly, but Soap's expression falling a little more with each comment gets to him.

One night, when they're alone at a pub, Simon notices when Price's eyes shift to a group of young men, probably around Gaz' age. They seem a little out of place, glitter here and there, and the rainbows are impossible to miss. Distantly, Simon remembers Soap mentioning something about the pride parade that month.

He looks back at Price, already expecting another wave of passive-aggressive comments, but to his surprise, Price seems in awe, his eyes fixed on a specific man. Simon bites back a comment, standing up without a second thought.

Simon approaches them, seven sets of eyes looking up at him with a mix of amusement, annoyance and interest. Unaffected, Simon turns to the one Price kept looking at. His skin is sparkly with the glitter, eyes dark and there are kiss marks on his neck and shoulders. With a quick look at the others, he can tell they're from his friends.

"My friend over there thinks you're cute." Simon tells him, nodding at Price. The guy's dark eyes instantly turn to the Captain.

Hiding a smirk behind his mask, he goes back to his table and meets Price's stunned eyes. "What the fuck was that?"

"Doing you a fucking favour, Sir." he replies easily, taking his beer. From the other table, some giggling whispers can be heard and then a chair scrapping against the floor. "And that's my cue. Use protection, Sir."

"What?"

But he's gone before he can hear anything.

The next morning, Simon wakes up to a text from Soap.

"You're fucking kidding me. The Captain sent me this."

When he opens it, it's a photo of Price in bed with another guy next to him. Nothing but a strong shoulder can be seen from him, but Simon would bet his left ball that it is the guy from the pub. He replies with a sticker without much thought, incredibly satisfied with himself.

He could tell.

It's always them, after all.

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