#Dont Care anymore

[flitzibun]

The bear, it has been poked.

"Someone" came to a couple of my Tiktoks today and left a billion messages that I didn't get to fully read or respond to before they blocked me. I wanted to respond here, to the few scraps that I remember...

Queenie finally has a "break" and here I am, continuing (something, something). A break? Because EVERYONE is DEAD??? Queenie might have gotten a break sooner in her life, if she would have just taken responsibility for the consequences of her actions. If she had gotten therapy, and actually worked it. But she would rather be considered a bitch, than make any kind of admission towards a mental health issue. My continuance of anything is due to her own actions. She doesn't deserve peace.

He hacked her accounts. No. Queenie added him into a fb messages convo with her minions, and we could see EVERYTHING. He told her that he was taught by the greatest hacker around- he meant Queenie. Duh.

Middle sister J would HATE me, and HATE that I'm using the family last name as a username. J, who I've been told was a pleasant enough kid until Queenie got her into drugs and alcohol? J, who Queenie said, "Good, I'm glad that bitch is dead!"? J, who likely killed her boyfriend, and called her brother for help before the police? J, who told her brother that she was in love with him? J, who proudly announced to one and all how she was teaching her little daughter what her vagina was for? I'm not sure I care that she might hate me. Possible that we could have bonded over having the exact same birthday, if she hadn't killed herself before I came along, but 🤷‍♀️ (Silly me, before I learned allll about the family, I thought I could be a nice adult female in the daughter's life, but Queenie was already poisoning her mind against everyone who was not Queenie.)

He stole from her! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Are you shitting me? The cash she begged from him, the soda and cigarettes and and and, the generator he loaned her returned trashed, the car he let her borrow returned riddled with ringworm... SHE STOLE HIS INNOCENCE. SHE STOLE HIS CHILDHOOD. What the fuck did she have that he would have wanted? (Really, all he wanted was a decent sibling relationship like I have with my siblings. She was just incapable of being anything but cruel to him)

He had a swastika tattoo! *clutches pearls* Nah. He had a tattoo, but not that.

He stalked me and I had to get a restraining order against him. 😆 No no no no no. Like I said in the video. He got majorly concussed and had TBI. Because he kept drinking and taking drugs on top of it (thanks, Queenie), he turned Jekyll and Hyde and demanded that I leave in no uncertain terms. I left the state and decided I needed time to figure out who I even am anymore. Over the months, his sanity/lucidity fluctuated. I always just wanted him to get help. Get sober. Get therapy. I was fully willing to come back to him in time, if he could just do that. On what we figure was his last day on earth, I asked him when he was going to start rehab. He said he was ready. But that night, he likely drank everything he could and took whatever he had, as a last hurrah before finally sobering up. Oh, and I NEVER sent the cops to his door. Not for a restraining order, not for a wellness check, not at all. Because I knew what that did to him. When Queenie took out her own restraining order, he saw the cops at the door and thought one of his kids had died. I would never send cops at him like she did.

The ENTIRE family is ANGRY at me for using the family last name as a username. I don't think so. I haven't heard anything from anyone. I never hear anything from anyone. Besides, the family members who count, who are important in my life, either don't know or don't give a shit.

Man, there were like 15 messages that I didn't get to! How did I do, rottenfruitz? Maybe I should read these aloud in a new Tiktok. 😆

[popppyfur]

me saying i like holly and then the series goes on to point out MULTIPLE times that she and poppy are a lot alike.. am i just that easy

[0bsc3ne]

oh the joys of thst very specific feeling of apathy where smth happens and you're completely unbothered but completely aware of how Terrible you should actually be reacting

[chaesvoguerice]

just when i thought i was fine, those dark clouds come back... hah...

[melymbrosia]

at this point. i give up on grammar when not writing. who give fuck

[fray]

immaterial girls, immaterial boys 🏳️‍⚧️

added this to my shop as a print/poster/etc

[floweypilled]

Rotten roots

[ionomycin]

Dame Aylin and Isobel...

[bethsvrse]

when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly I’ve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour

[flitzibun]

There are times when I almost question myself. What if this message from her, sent as soon as she heard about my cancer diagnosis, was not a calculated chess move, but actually what it was on the surface?

And then I remind myself. Of the incessant calls and texts at all hours of the day and night. He had only been working at the daycare for ONE DAY when his coworker noticed and even saw the messages come in.

Even that guy knew what he was looking at, after just a few hours. "Your sister's kinda crazy, huh?" Yep. And constantly avoiding taking responsibility for any of her actions, facing the least amount of consequences of anyone I've ever seen.

Hence the dog joke. If she was caught making out with a dog, Queenie would somehow say it was the dog's fault, the dog was lonely.... And then it also became a joke about people in a trashy town nearby.

I begged him from the beginning to give her a distinctive ringtone in his phone so he could choose when to interact with her. He couldn't. He needed to keep all avenues of communication open.

After all, the Earth could Quake. At every big storm, every snowfall, he was wound tighter than a clock, ready at a moment's notice to bring a generator here or there, shovel 5 or 6 different family members' driveways, plus any neighbors who needed him. He was always ready to help anyone.

But she wasted his time. And everyone's time, really. When we were taking our first look around their mother's house after she died, Queenie pestered him constantly. And she bounced between subjects so often, there was no keeping up. One minute she's asking if we found the bear that her 18 yo liked, then by the time we find the bear, she's sent a dozen more lengthy texts, and no telling what she was on about.

He thought maybe a little joke would get her to ease up. We took a picture of the bear as if he was our hostage. She FLIPPED. She's still apparently flipped off about it.

I wonder if the kid really *did* wander around the house crying into the bear, when they eventually got their butts over to the house?

But anyway. I stop doubting myself when I remember hearing with my own ears when she said she hoped her brother's children die and go to Hell with their mother (who had recently passed from cancer, funeral where Queenie picked a fight).

I stop doubting myself when I remember how she slagged off her parents to me when I first met her, not caring that the kitchen window was open and her mother likely heard her.

I stop doubting myself when I recall the numerous phonecalls I wished he would have hung up on. They only made him stressed out, but he knew if he hung up, she would just call back 3 times as pissed off.

I stop doubting myself when I remember how she HOUNDED him, the night that she got mad at her husband for not wanting to come home. Somehow, her brother was supposed to have the cell phone of his new boss?

I stop doubting myself when I think of the time that she brought her dog (who had been hit by a car twice and not taken to a vet) to a family function and when he bit her niece in the FACE, Queenie threw a fit and went and pouted in Derwood's company truck. Like, actual 5 year old temper tantrum, screaming and crying. The niece who had been bit kept her composure.

When I remember the kittens that Queenie had for a hot minute before they gave everyone in the house ringworms. Take kittens to the vet? Nope. Queenie left them out in the woods. Her brother once pointed out the spot to me.

So I don't doubt myself. Queenie is a horror.

[wtfforged]

yuck!

[amoebeau]

kris and susie taking turns playing team fortress 2 on the computer

[papanowo]

vampire danbert au but make it whimsigoth

[piratedllama-art]

Self Storage [prints]

Painted in procreate

Time taken: 55 hours

[mar-im-o]

pro endo in the sense that I've studied psychopathology and am well aware that we're all just making up the categories of disorders for insurance purposes and like idk man maybe people can be plural for other reasons I genuinely don't care.

Like yes sure my plurality is trauma-based but I don't give a shit of someone else's isn't it doesn't affect me.

[murdrdocs]

i am genuinely sick and tired of fucking tag clogging. pulling my hair out every time i search "____ x reader" and get a "relatable" post where ppl are just complaining