I want to take issue with a sentiment I hear over and over: “Parents need to stop trying to be their kids’ friend and focus on being their parent.”
This is a very flawed sentiment to me, and it has bothered me since I heard it as a new parent years ago. People told it to me when my first daughter was born, when she started saying no and needing discipline, and again as she entered her ‘tween’ years. I see complaints about it on Facebook, and I’ve read the adage in student papers over the years. It’s everywhere. Don’t try to be their friend.
My first reaction when I heard it years ago was ‘why the hell wouldn’t I want to be their friend?’ I think it comes down to definitions.
#omg i think i hate myself#this s clint in phils office after the battle#it’s been emptied out#but the pencil holes from to many long nights#and clint keeping him company#getting bored and that’s what he’s intently staring at#all the times he could’ve said something#and now he cant
It’s too empty, and it’s too quiet. He should be kicked back on the soft leather couch instead of this crappy desk chair that most certainly was not the one that Phil had used. He should be listening to the scoffs and small noises of frustration that Phil made when he was reviewing mission reports and the quick clack of keys from his keyboard. It’s just about one o’ clock in the afternoon, and Phil should be sitting there with his tie tossed over his shoulder while he eats the lunch Clint brought him with one hand and flips through a file with the other. But now it’s all gone. Phil’s gone, and everything he ever worked for is gone too, because SHIELD has been eradicated. The only thing left of Phil Coulson is the broken man that loved him staring at holes in the ceiling of his office.
Someone fix it? *hopeful*
Clint sits there for far too long, til his ass is half numb, going over memories of this room and then over them again, trying to absorb every detail he can before someone else moves in. What tie Phil was wearing the time Clint surprised him with a year’s worth of finished paperwork wrapped up in an actual bow; what kind of sandwich it was the first time he came by with a spare; what day it was when he stopped bothering to knock before barging in.
There are sounds outside - one of the admins come to ask if he’s alright, probably, ask if he needs anything. They always do that and Clint always bites back something mean, just pulls himself together and gets out. Tells himself it’s the last time.
But then the door opens and it’s caught before it hits the wall, a practiced movement that’s indelibly burned into Clint’s consciousness. He doesn’t turn around, cause if this is a fantasy - and it has to be - Clint doesn’t mind dragging it out.
A throat clears, and then a voice, bland as bored as anything says, “Barton, get your feet off my desk.”
I love that this got two fixes. :D
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Here. Have one of my favorite songs by my favorite band. Mood music. Gorgeous music calming me the fuck down.
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