#I'm in the same boat

[animal-lover-forever]

I just watch a YouTube video about insane and abusive parents. Parents only allowing 2 showers per week; parents freaking out and threatening to call the cops if their grown adult child doesn't want to share their location with them, (tracking apps) or if they've moved out of the house and they want them to "come home"; Parents who literally destroyed phones because their child didn't give then there phone's password; and even parents who tried to sell things that their child bought with their own money, or just getting angry when their kid eats/uses something that they bought for themselves with their own money, and don't share it with the rest of the family or the parents themselves; some parents even going as far as to lock their minor child outside for a night!

My mom is awesome! She not neglectful, nor is she abusive. She allows me to do my own thing, and if I buy something with my own money, she does not expect me to give her something. (All though I do know that she knows, that what's mine is hers. I love her a lot, and when I have money to spend, I will often get her something as a kind gift/gesture.) She respects my privacy, and trust me. She does not expect anything out of me, other then doing my fair share of the chores, and helper her if she needs it. She is the kind of woman to keep a roof over her kids heads, when they need it most, even if they disrespect her. (I always hated how my oldest brother treated our mom so horribly, and she didn't stand up for herself very much. Sure she used her voice to tell him that she didn't like what she was doing, but it often didn't matter because he kept doing it anyway. Because he failed to understand that this was her house, not his; and he doesn't make the rules, she does. Because it does not matter that he is 28, he is in her house, a house that she was kind enough to offer a room in; She did not have to do that.) She is hard working, and always does her part and then some; even if she's always hurting. She is just over all a great person, and I love her for that!

My dad on the other hand, is a rude narcissus. He likes to play these "games" like, "what's wrong with the car?" Where he will repeatedly press the gas and breaks over and over again, making the car continuesly jerk; or he will swerve the car left to right over and over again; in both situations, he will repeatedly say "What’s wrong with the car!?". But will then go on to tell me that I'm "to immature", and he won't let me "get behind the wheel of a killing machine", all just because I didn't want to do the dishes right then and there; or that, "if I can't follow directions around the house, then I won't be following directions on the road." Here's the thing, following the laws of the road, is more important than getting you a coke zero out of the fridge, and in your hands as fast as possible! He also tells me that I'm "to immature" and "inexperienced" to get a job; but he won't allow me ways "to gain maturity" or "experience". But oh my gosh! When I told him I was moving back to Oklahoma, with my mom, I was suddenly "experienced" and "mature enough" to get a job. (He lives in Utah. And my parents are divorced.)

When telling him I made the decision to move back in with my mom. (Because the household was toxic. My dad, and stepmom where having at least three fights a day, my stepbrother was also joining into these fights a lot; he also kept threatening my dad, and even told his mom that she should shoot him herself. On top of that my dad didn't even pay much attention to me, unless it was for his own benefit.) He kept asking why I wanted to move back in with my mom, and every time I gave the same answer. "Because, 1. I'm tired of living in a toxic and harmful household. 2. I will have an easier time getting a job. (Since you deny me that option.) And 3. I'll be able to get my driver's license." So he in return replied with, "So your only leaving because I won't let you behind the wheel of a killing machine! Because I won't let you have your way, but your mamma will!" I of course, deny this, because my main reason for leaving was the toxic household, the other two reasons where just added bonuses.

When guilt tripping didn't work, he tried to manipulate me. I am fully aware that my parents have shared custody of me, but when I threw that fact at him, he told me that was no longer the case, and that he now had full custody over me. This of course was not true, but a lie to try and keep me with him. When I had confronted my mom about this confused, she did tell me this was not the case, and that they still have shared custody. When telling my dad this, he told me that she was lying. (He says that a lot; my mom is just some kind of lying monster, that just doesn't know how to tell the truth. But don't worry! Because he won't "sugarcoat that shit.")

Eventually he just straight up told me he wasn't going to allow me to move back in with my mom. So in return, I told him that, "I would interact with him for as long as I had to, but as soon as I turn 18 I would leave and never return. So he better 'enjoy mcompany's, because my 18th birthday would be the last time he would ever see or hear from me again." (I was 16 at the time) (And, I may be lazy, but when I set my mind to something, I'm stubborn as HELL!) And the next thing I knew, I was on the next flight to Oklahoma.

My point is, for all of those people who have one or more abusive parents/step-parents; just know you're not alone. For all of you who are over the age of 18, I wish you the best of luck getting them to respect you as a human being, or just trying to get them out of your life completely. And for those who are under the age of 18, I wish moments of happiness until you're 18th birthday, then I wish you all the happiness and peace you could ever hold.

[julesthepsychic]

i'm reading about adderall and appetite and it makes me sad that so many people are saying "i lost so much weight and that made me happy but this cannot be good for me"

[ladyloveandjustice]

JUST LIKE ME FR.

Dying at the last one. Incredibly smart honestly.

the last one...good taste...

I think my cats think about me this way too tbh.

[btsiu]

Jimin and Namjoon on MMM 'Mini & Moni Music' talking about Muse album.

[cinemaocd]

Jack Rackham is my favorite character in Black Sails because Toby Schmitz is the only actor who realizes he is in a prequel for Muppet Treasure Island...

[allastoredeer]

Hello, don't mind me, I just need to vent for a second.

First off, I just wanna say, as an aroace person on the ace-spectrum, feel free to ship Alastor all you want. Ship him with anyone. Have fun with it. Sex repulsed. Non-sex repulsed. Grey-ace. Demisexual. Pure unadulterated smut. Whatever, have at it. I love that shit.

Just please do it without infantilizing ace-aro people.

The amount of art, fics, and takes I've come across that's so patronizing to Alastor and his sexuality. Thing's like Alastor venting to Rosie about his feelings for a character with the caption "Alastor feeling love for the first time." Or Alastor wanting to have sex with a character and having feelings about that, and someone commenting "That's called a boner, sweetheart. That means you like them 🤭"

Like??? Like do ya'll not see how patronizing that sounds? Being ace-aro doesn't mean you don't know your own body. It doesn't mean you don't understand the functions of your body.

It doesn't mean you've never experienced intense emotions. It doesn't mean you've never experienced love before.

And, look, I know these are meant to be jokes. I know. People are joking. I laughed at the first few I came across, too. It's not meant to be harmful or condescending; no one means it that way. But there's been so much with such...bad takes recently, and I don't know about any other ace-spec people (I don't speak for all ace-specs. Hell, there are probably other ace-spec's who don't mind, enjoy it, or are making content like it themselves. I just speak for myself) but GOD it's getting uncomfortable.

Alastor is in his late 30's-early 40's in human years. That is the established age range we have for him. Do you really think that he'd go that long without ever experiencing "love?" He went through puberty just like everyone else, do you think he doesn't understand his own body???

Being asexual, or sex-repulsed, or touch-repulsed doesn't mean you automatically don't explore these parts of yourself. It doesn't mean he's never, once in his life, touched his own dick, or pussy, or whatever genitalia you're giving him. He can still very well be a "virgin" (which in and of itself is a social construct) while also knowing his body and confidently handling any "sexual needs" he has.

Do you really think he doesn't know what a boner is? That in all the years he's been alive and dead (on Earth and in Hell), he wouldn't have experienced these things once? (And you know what? Maybe he hasn't! Perhaps there are ace's out there like that! But you're telling me he doesn't KNOW what that is??? Really???)

Ah, no, it's all because he just hasn't found the right person yet, right? It's not until Lucifer/Angel Dust/Vox, whoever found him, and they gave him these feelings, and oh no, poor Bambi is feeling twitterpated and horny for the first time, isn't that romantic!

Honestly, not really. It just sounds like the same, stupid shit ace-aro people hear from family, friends, and acquaintances about their sexuality. You know, the tried and true: "Oh, you just haven't found the right person yet. You'll want all that eventually, you'll see😊"

Do you not see how frustrating that is?

Look, I am all down for Alastor exploring parts of himself. I want him to navigate different relationships, feel them out, figure out what kind of relationship he wants and what he's okay and not okay with doing. But there are ways to do that without treating him like a little UwU silly baby boy who doesn't know his own body, or his own emotions, or his own relationships with other characters. Like he needs someone to teach him about himself.

How about instead, he finds someone he feels comfortable exploring these elements with? Instead of them "teaching" him how to fuck, or masturbate, or whatever the hell you want to call it, they're giving him the room and safe-space to explore it at his own pace??!!

It comes across as someone who isn't on the ace-spectrum "teaching" an ace-spec character about their own sexuality which puts such a gross taste in my mouth. Or, at least, that's how it comes across to me.

And the thing is, I know people aren't going to stop. I know they're going to keep infantilizing Alastor and his aro-ace identity, and I wasn't originally going to make this post, because you can't control what people do in fandom.

So this is mostly just a post to say: HEY! Hello! Ace-aro person here! I hope you all are having fun and I love that you're exploring Alastor's asexual/aromantic identity! Especially those who may not be in the ace-spectrum themselves, as you're learning about us and our experiences! That's awesome! Can we just do that while also treating Alastor like the adult he is? Can we do that without being infantilizing and patronizing about his sexual identity? Please?"

That's all I really wanted to say. I just needed to get this off my chest instead of letting it fester. This isn't an attack on anyone, this is just the perspective of an Alastor multi-shipper who loves exploring his relationships with other characters (sexually and non-sexually) and deep-diving into the dynamics of the show.

Thanks for reading.

[naru-uzumaki]

HE COULD ONLY PUT A WORDLESS DEFINITION TO THIS MOMENT --- pure happiness continuing to fill the jinchuuriki's heart. During his absence, the only thing he wished for was that his friends were all okay, that he would be reunited with them one day.

And here they were...

That signature smile never faltered as he stared down at those familiar eyes, continuing to brush his fingers through that orange fur.

❝ Sorry I had to leave so suddenly buddy! Had to go make sure you all stayed safe ya know? Heh! ❞

@naru-uzumaki from [HERE]

“Chau~” His head would lift up in time to match each stroke between his ears, a low rumbling purr beginning to ease its way from the rodent's throat.

Him? Trouble? Psh, no way! Face still buried in his stomach, Raichu shakes his head no, face occasionally brushing against his jacket. He just rests there for a moment, taking in the blond's familiar scent happy to be reunited with his friend once more.

"Chu raicha?" Pulling his head back slightly the electric type looks up with curious and questioning eyes as if to say 'and what have you been up to all this time?'

[little-mouse-adventures]

@orangerosebush's post here, with my comment and @fowlblue's tags today got me thinking.

Artemis Senior has been teaching his son matters of business from a young age. Not only was Artemis, at 11 years old, discussing stocks with his father, but Fowl Senior had been imparting his wisdom onto his son for years by that point, discussing the ever-increasing value of gold with him before tucking him into bed. Even outside of pure monetary value, Sr. had tried to go legitimate with his business dealings, leading Artemis to have a few legal ventures of his own.

We also see very early on in the books that Artemis has been regularly using Butler as a resource for his plots: bouncing ideas off him was apparently a fairly common tactic when he was scheming.

Both Artemis Senior and Butler are interested in (or at least, not opposed to) educating Artemis on the ways of their lifestyle(s). It would be Artemis Senior who would have taught his son the value of banks and safety deposit boxes and hidden safes but it was Butler who was actively working with Artemis to rob those safety deposit boxes.

In the same vein of breaking-and-entering, TLC also gives us the fun little moment where Butler hands Artemis his own lockpicks, to get into the workings of the bomb.

With one line we learn that Artemis knows how to pick locks, but does not have his own set of lockpicks. Butler, on the other hand, has both the tools and knowledge how to use them. Partnered with a brief mention in TTP of some the specific trades of those previously employed by Artemis Senior (including such things as crime lords, insider traders, and cat burglars), we can extrapolate that Artemis Senior would generally hire someone to pick a lock for him, rather than do so himself.

It's pretty logical to conclude then that Artemis learned big-picture management from his father, and day-to-day skillsets from his bodyguard.

Essentially, Artemis Senior taught Artemis how to run a criminal empire. Butler taught Artemis how to be a criminal.

[frootbyethefoot]

hm. the fact that ford dreams about being famous and becoming this household name in the scientific community while also uh. not being very good at social interaction is soo fascinating to me. which further backs up my belief that it's not rlly about being famous, it's about the praise, it's about feeling like he's proven himself as "more than a freak" its about going "see! i am a productive member of society! i'm more than a freak and i'm more than my circumstances! i'm worth something!"

because let's be real here, i don't think ford "local recluse who was so isolated from the town he lived in that nobody noticed when his brother came in and took over his identity" pines would've even liked being famous very much! do you really think this guy would like being under a magnifying glass? i think he would just be really overwhelmed 24/7.

it makes me wonder how better world ford deals with it. he's still in contact with fiddleford in that dimension, does he leave a lot of the social stuff up to him? i mean, fiddleford managed to start a cult, so he could probably do it if he wanted too, but even then i don't think he'd be fully comfortable with it. is he a very private and isolated famous person? or does ford do it himself? how does he feel about it? i have a million questions about the better world dimension, it's so endlessly interesting to me. god what i would give to see what better world ford is up too.

[primewadewilson]

"What about a giant chocolate chip cookie?" Wade huffed. The kid had to eat something.

"COOKIE?! Can I have one too?" Ellie grinned.

"Maybe, but you've already had ice cream today. Shoot...so has James. Fine. Everyone gets a giant cookie!"

@cutie-pool

Dearest Ellie,

Thank you for the good memories you gave me, the love you've shown, and the laughter you gave me. I know I've raised you your whole life, loved you your whole life, and have been your constant since I gave birth to you, but I cannot do this anymore. I am sorry I've failed you as a mother. I'm tired. I no longer feel like myself. I no longer feel like I can take care of you and keep you safe. I love you, dearest Ellie.

I've left you at your father's home. I know you don't know much about him, other than his name. He didn't tell me much about him when I met him either. He was a mistake, but you are not. Try to be a good girl for him. I've left you with a note to give him once you meet him. Please give him the letter.

With all my love, Mom

Ellie sat on the porch steps of an apartment building she's never been to, watching strange people walk by. She read the letter her mom had left her over and over again, wondering what she did wrong, where she went wrong. She had tears rolling down her face, the only thing she had with her was her bookbag full of school supplies and a small duffel bag full of clothes and a teddy bear her grandma had given her when she was a baby. She hugged her teddy bear tight against her chest. It still smelled like home.

James pauses at the top of the steps, having just exited the building. "Are you okay?" He asks, tilting his head. His own stuffed bear is under his arm, and in the other hand is Wade's mask. Yes he was stealing Wade's mask, but why not? He'll give it back later. He just likes the design.

[fidgetspringer]

This is going to interest exactly no one except myself, but still.

We've all seen the chaos that is the Flight Radar right?

That's a lot of planes.

But are you ready for the insanity that is the Ship Radar?

Because it's nuts.

(Red are tankers, green are cargo.)

And if you watch for long enough you'll start to realise some vessels do some weird things. Like this tiny tug boat that has been doing exactly this for going on three days straight.

You good??

[insomnya777]

do you guys know that youtube dating show called the button. because i was watching it with my friend the other day bc we were bored and we were like this seems funny and i somehow got a boat boys fic idea based off of it. so if i make a fic about the button dating show will people underdtand or is it too niche

[phoenixcatch7]

Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

[adolin]

Saying faggot with she/her in bio? 🤮

faggotry discourse JUST in time for pride month ✨🌈

[the-gt-fairy]

My friends keeps saying stuff about liking tiny things and her imaginary friends when she was kid were tinies and I'm just here like,,,,,,,does she know?

[curiouscremling]

Is it more ad mech?

I have to make bad financial decision