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blanch2525 · 10 days
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Mother Daughter hotties
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muskaanayesha · 2 years
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I am my mother's daughter when I clean because I'm depressed, and cry when over stimulated. I skip meals and tell everyone I "forgot". I feel my chest heavy with anxiety. I do not ask to be medicated. I am the strong one. The pillar. And I read a book that reminds me of her, but also of me. I hold no sympathy for her, only anger. I did not ask what made her react this way, only why that was her only reaction. I identify her trauma responses, but can't find the solution to my own. I understand her, but hate the traits she has given me. And intergenerational trauma is real, so if I was in my mother when she was in her mother, and my daughter was in my mother when I was in her, then what is a clean slait for any of us? when they say, we become more like our mothers the older we get, do we inherit their ability to bow, and bend, and break but never make a sound? But if I am my mother's trauma, do I scream uncontrollably because my life isn't in my palms? I swore to never be the woman that takes a man's fist, but my own fist is in my mouth as I look into the mirror and ache to shatter it. Am I my mother's trauma when I forgive a man for treating me like I am invaluable? Am I my mother's daughter when I half-jokingly prepare to give up on my dreams, just to be half-heartedly loved? And I pride myself in knowing that I can tell when someone is manipulating me, but then just as shamelessly ask to be manipulated; to be told that I am loved even if it is a lie. Where is the sense in being senseless in the name of love? Am I my mother's daughter when I overshare to a stranger because no one I love, loves me back enough to listen? And if I am a vessel of trauma, what will my daughter be? Am I my mother's trauma when I yearn to be with someone that does not even respect me? And if this is all my mother's, then am I my father's daughter when I look at my mother in detest over the destiny that she has handed over to me?
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jujudrop · 1 month
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Ayase Family Tag-Team from 2022
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aliyafatima · 11 months
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Where did you get those big eyes? My mother. And where did you get those lips? My mother. And the loneliness? My mother. And that broken heart? My mother.
-Warsan Shire
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operawritesthings · 21 days
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yes, I am aware it’s 1:57 am
being the eldest daughter is like *our whole family is crazy, when does it end it doesn’t end, that’s why there’s something wrong with you and me* *no there’s nothing wrong with me, I’m sane* *you don’t talk to me except when I achieve something* *no, I’m not supposed to love you as you are* *you have to deserve my love, you have to be worthy* *you didn’t have to fight for love from grandma, where does this habit of selfishness come from* *but you’ve provided for me all my time, how can I ever thank you for that* *you have to be extraordinary, I don’t care how you do it* *I love you, sometimes * *I love you sometimes too* *I’m slowly turning into an angry woman like you, I don’t want that, I hate that* *you tell me I can’t do anything, but I have to do everything* *I love you sometimes, same goes for me*
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Snow who just got stabbed: I'm bleeding.
Emma: Holy shit!! Okay, Okay, Okay, let's stay calm, What's your blood type?
Snow: B positive
Emma: I'm TRYING, But it's hard in situations like these! Now what is your god damn blood type!
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vivian24l · 2 years
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Like mother, like daughter
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prettygreenpills · 1 year
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Hello darling! How are you? I was wondering if you're up for writing a Marilyn Thornhill Reader x Daughter one shot or maybe Larissa Reader x Daughter?
hi darling, i’m not really a marilyn fan, but i’ll write you a Larissa one:) and thank you for asking, i’m pretty okay:) aaaand idk if you wanted fluff or angst… but i think it would be a great angst-
Lost in time - Larissa Weems x daughter!reader
characters: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader
warnings: reunion, mother/daughter relationship, mentions of abuse, etc.
As you walked inside of the house in your dirty clothes, you almost gasped. Your mother who was standing behind you was quiet and you were kind of happy about it.
“I haven’t been here for so long…”
“Fourteen years,” your mother spoke up and you turned to face her. The fact you had spent fourteen years in…. in that house made the shivers run down your spine and then you gulped. “Would you like to take a shower or something?”
You looked down at your clothes. A shower was more than needed. Taking a deeper breath, realizing that you were about to start crying, you tried to hide it from her. From your own mother.
“I didn’t mean it like that- Y/n I-“
“It is okay,” you said and wiped your tears. Your mother didn’t know what to do really, so she just kept standing there, opposite to you and watching you cry.
As soon as you leant against the wall in the hall, you took a shaky breath and your mother made a reaplly careful step towards you. It was just few hours ago as you met her at the sheriffs office.
“I am so sorry darling,” your mother whispered into the silence of the hall and you looked up at her. The tall blonde was standing there, in her eyes you saw that she was as hurt as you were.
“Can I- can I get a hug please?” You asked her and Larissa, without giving you any response hugged you. Carefully, but strongly enough to make you feel that she cared about you. She hugged you without any emotion to let you know that she was giving you the space you needed, but there was so much love in that one hug. She hugged you… as a mother hugging her lost daughter.
When you sobbed loudly into her chest, Larissa carefully brushed your back with her fingers. She tried to shush you with a quiet “shhh”, she tried everything but you just continued in crying.
“Nothing will happen to you from now on. I will stay by your side if you want me to. Nothing will hurt you anymore,” Larissa whispered and kissed you onto the top of your head.
“But those men- I- I see them everywhere-“ you sobbed.
“I will protect you. You’ll be sleeping in my bedroom. If you want to. I won’t go to work and I will stay home with you,” your mother promised you and you hugged her the strongest you could.
“Thanks mom,” whispering this only, you pulled away from her. Wiping you cheeks, you hoped that the sheriff didn’t tell her about everything, but when you saw the look in her face, you knew that your mother knew.
“Of course honey. Do you need any help?”
“I just want to shower and sleep,” you told her honestly and Larissa nodded her head. Without taking your hand, she led you to the bathroom and you were really amazed by that the house looked the same as you remembered. Only thing what changed was that the walls seemed to be freshly painted.
All the pictures you remembered were on the wall. On the shelves and on the furniture. Closing your eyes and telling yourself that you’ll take care of it when you’re more ready, you let your mother to lead you to the bathroom.
“Do you need some help?” She asked you softly and you shook your head immediately. You didn’t want your mother to see your body. To see what they did to you. “Okay, here is a towel and… I will bring you some clothes.”
“Thank you,” you said only and with a nod of her head, your mother disappeared from the bathroom.
You looked around, trying to avoid to look into the mirror. You had only jeans on and some jacket which was enough for you. Knowing how your body looked like, you didn’t want your mother to see it.
When she returned to the bathroom, you were still dressed. Larissa just smiled sadly and put the clean clothes down.
“Do you need any help?”
“No, thank you,” you told her kindly and looked at her through the mirror. Your mother nodded her head and walked out, giving you the time you needed.
Not looking at your body, you took a quick shower. You started the warm water and washed your body with the first shower gel you found. Enjoying the scent, you washed the foam off and stepped out of the shower, drying your body.
When you put on the clothes your mother brought you, you immediately knew those were her clothes. The shirt was long enough to cover your thighs, so you didn’t really want to put on the bottoms. You checked your body in the mirror and when you were sure there was no bruise which could be seen, with a sigh you left the bathroom.
“Mom?” You called for her because you didn’t know where to start searching for her.
“I’m here,” your mother walked out of one of the rooms and she was drying her hands with a kitchen towel. When she saw you, she gifted you with a little smile and then she nodded into the kitchen. “I made you something to eat.”
A little smile appeared on your lips and you nodded your head. Your mother led you to the kitchen and when the scent of the meal hit your nose…. it felt like home.
“I hope you like Sheperd’s pie,” your mother smiled and you felt like you would eat anything at the moment. Sitting down to the plate, you took a deeper breath. It had been a while you hadn’t eaten.
“Thank you,” you smiled at her as she sat down opposite to you.
Larissa released a breath. She had you sitting opposite to her. After those years, she finally had you at home. Not knowing a better feeling than that she had at that moment, she was ready to give you everything she could.
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theblueststar · 1 year
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GETTING HELP
you look up at the ceiling light,
then the car seat,
then the car headlights outside the window
your mother is shaking her head, it's buried in her hands as tells you she doesn't know what to do with you anymore.
"i thought you were smarter than this"
she shakes her head again.
you look down at your hands contorting on your lap,
maybe i never was, smart.
"i knew you were doing it in early summer, but i didn't think it was that serious"
words start to blur, your eyes start to water, you'll remember this phrase for the rest of your life,
a mantra replaying over and over in your head:
not sick enough
not sick enough
not sick enough
not sick enough
not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough not sick enough
not sick enough yet
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do-u-really-wanna-know · 11 months
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oops
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gigiadelina97 · 8 months
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teenagecloudblaze · 1 year
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Eldest daughter, no appreciation
There are enough posts abt Eldest daughters who received "compliments" like You are so mature, You handle things well....but what about the forgotten shadows of the daughters who heard every criticism, down grading words, all the abuse while still doing it all. These days everyday i realise how big is the gap between how my younger brother and I process things. When it rains fear fills me that clothes may be outside on the other hand he isn't affected. he will hear mom giving work to do shouting commands, I am shivering on the verge of breakdown while he ignores her. Even if i try to rebel by also doing the same, I can't.
Being told im worthless, not being allowed to ask for help, never appreciated and still expected to do everything even thought it is all picked at, knowing i will never have my own life or control of it. If there exists a god, give me a better story and life for once. I don't want to be your strongest soldier. It's hard seeing how ppl around me have so many loving and looking out for them.
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joleneaemilia · 10 months
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my mama seems to think she’s ugly no matter how many times people tells her she’s not
the retinol creams, anti aging serums, monthly strawberry blonde touch ups of her greying curls
how can she call me beautiful when I am nothing but a reflection of her, yet she seems to despise herself to such an extent?
our wide-set jaw, coarse thick hair, strong brows, skin dappled with dark sun spots and splatterings of freckles
they are all features that came from women in our line that must’ve been loved, cherished. known to be beautiful in their life by someone.
as i braid her hair, i tell her this, and she insists that i look nothing like her despite what everyone else says. my lips are too full, hair too straight, my lashes far too long for me to look like her.
i am an echo of her, and she of my great grandmother, and she of my great great grandmother, and so on and so forth.
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jujudrop · 24 days
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Hana vs Tsuki
SFW continuation for naughtier start of Hana vs Tsuki mother-daughter wrestling commission. The naughtier 1st pic can be found in my Pixiv, DA, Twitter and Newgrounds https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/15802361 https://www.deviantart.com/jujudrop https://twitter.com/jujudropart
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msiti-animations · 2 years
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shivorcee · 10 months
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bujo collage about having a mother and a brother
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