#dont come to my house and stole my microwave

[bottleswithbottles]

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[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinkbing about. him

[lonelyshrimp]

What happened with your roomies if you don’t mind me asking...?

 Yknow what I’m in a mood and they don’t know my tumblr (haha they think I’m a cisstraight girl lol) so let’s get into some shit. Imma put everything under a read more bc imma rant a bit and this is gonna get long.

TW: food, unsanitary (general things not being kept clean, typically bathroom and kitchen related), drug use, fighting, slurs

tl;dr if you dont feel like reading this beast:

They steal what food i dare leave out in the kitchen rather tan keep in my room

They slam doors excessively, fight, yell horrible things to each other, have friends over yelling at like 2 am (last night for example)

Leave the doors unlocked and open?? We cant even lock the front door anymore??? (Dw the doors to our rooms all have locks. If I’m in my room or out of the house, my door is locked)

Constantly throw around the r slur. Like. All the time. Including one person having called me it. Y i k e s

One person keeps smoking in the house even though i’ve asked numerous times (and even have a note on my door) asking people to please smoke outside, it gives me headaches. You are physically hurting me stop.

Don’t Clean Anything. The kitchen is a wreck. The toilets are constantly clogging, I Am In Hell.

For context: the house is a one story house divided into a main floor and finished basement. It’s a rooming house and the basement is largely seperate from upstairs. (They have a kitchen door that they keep closed and locked.) The stairs to the basement are split into two smaller flights, with a landing in between the floors. That’s where the side door is. The public spaces upstairs are the kitchen (connects to stairs), the hallway, and the two bathrooms (big main one, tiny water closet by the front door). The rest of the upstairs is split into five rooms. For comprehension sake, we’ll call my roommates: The Couple (M&F), A, T, and J.

Mmkay lets start with the least egregious and move our way up, shall we? Theft! Of anything and everything! No one can have anything out in the public areas if they actually care about it. It. Will. Get. Stolen. Now, I have a mini fridge and the second biggest room here, so I’m lucky in that 99% of my groceries, as well as all my other belongings, fit in my room. There’s just a wee problem: I don’t have a freezer. Not to fear, past naïve me thought, I’ll just clean out and use the locked freezer since I still have the keys for that fridge! (We have two fridges and food theft was a problem beforehand and so me and my friend who lived here cleaned out the second fridge to use as our own and kept it locked.) I decided to do this after I had bought myself some ice cream, wrote my name on the top, and put it in the main freezer. I go to have some ice cream later that week, I open the tub for the first time (as in I removed the seal holding the lid onto the tub) to find that someone eaten half the tub of ice cream while making it seem like it hadn’t been opened. I know it happened at home bc the spoon marks were clear as day and I have to walk 20 minutes back from the grocery store. That woulda melted by then (Also I would’ve noticed at the store that. The tub was hella lopsided??? And way too light???) So yea of course I’m ticked now, I spent 6 bucks on that bro like just ask or get ur own??? So I put it the other freezer, and for a while it’s fine. Next month I decide to treat myself to some frozen waffles and some chicken strips and come home to find that the hinges holding the locks onto the doors of the fridge were torn out of the fridge/freezer doors. Like. The screws were pried outta this metal door rendering the locks completely useless (to the point i wouldn’t even be able to put the hinges back on.) And the cherry on top?? My ice cream was gone!!! Hope u enjoyed it, asshole. So whatever. Fine. I put my food away and. a week later?? Im like “Man i could go for some waffles rn”. I bought 2 8 packs. One chocolate chip, one cinnamon (y’all i literally buy the cheapest ones Zehrs sells. 2,19$ a box y’all. not even eggos). Surprise surprise!! The entire box of choccy chip ones GONE. Mind u, i wrote my name on all of these boxes, as well as a very large “DO NOT EAT”. so i begrudgingly had a couple (note that, 2) cinnamon waffles and move on. A couple days later I go to have some more and. The waffles are completely gone. Out of a total of 16 waffles, ya boy got a solid 2. (It’s worth noting that there was a single waffle left, but at 0,27$ a waffle, I didn’t mind leaving the box on the table with a note basically reading “these are cheap af, buy ur own bitch”.) (I didn’t swear that much tho)

I’d add the bike to the list but i can’t confirm nor deny that one of my roommates stole my tires and seat off my bike (although M does work on bikes all the time so man idk.)

Next up: wow people here are l o u d. I’m talking slamming doors all the time, slamming things around, yelling, playing music wildly loud. It’s awful. Like. You can just. Close the door quietly? Stop slamming things around please? It’s awful because loud sudden noises make me panic and lemme tell ya, wakin up at eight am bc your a-hole roommate decided to slam the door eight times bc the front door is broken because someone took the border around the jamb off instead of fixing it so we can actually?? lock that door?? because it doesnt quite fit in the jamb and so the only wat to lock it was the chain lock and. someone took that too so thats fun :)))))). The side door isn’t that much better. We have a code lock and. No One Ever Locks It. Like. I’ll come outta room and?? It’s just open????? Close the door???????????

The worst, however, is the fucking fighting. The Couple love to argue all the time. and yell at each other and slam the doors or smashing shit and they yell pretty awful things to each other. Like. I’ve heard M call his gf some awful shit. It’s worse when they have people over too. The other day there were like. 14 cops in here bc of them at like 2 am. Cue me, 2 am, trying to watch a livestream and seeing like??? Six cop cars pull up????? Wh a t????? Not fun not good for my brain.

God and. What is with everyone and the r slur??? Like what?? there are so many words you can choose stop using that word. Like okay the other night someone?? took the dc adapter for the wireless modem and one of the dudes downstairs as well as the couple were looking to see if they had a compatible dc adapter and so i just decided to wait?? and i just spaced out a bit okay whatever i was lookin at the wall like i do and fuckin. the couple had a couple friends over and one of em was chillin between the kitchen and the hall and M yells out from his room “Hey don’t you feel weird with this creepy ass bitch standing next to you? Like what is she, m*ntally r*tarded?” like wow okay dude i’m literally not doing anything. Luckily his friends reaction was basically “?? She lives here?? She can stand there if she wants??” (wow referring to myself as she feels weird and wrong).

A big problem I have is I feel like theres a community in this house that I just don’t fit into? Part of it is I’m like. the only person here who doesn’t do drugs of any kind?? Like I have nothing against ppl who use drugs like whatever bro, but it feels super othering to me when i can’t relate to anyone here because of it. That and. Getting T in particular but really just anyone but A to respect me asking that if you’re going to smoke anything to do it outside because weed and to a lesser extent cigarette smoke trigger my sensory disorder and causes me pain and causes sensory overload and I still find myself asking people to smoke outside.Like I’ve never been unreasonable and said “no drugs in the house” or some bs. I’m just asking u to respect my disability thanks.And like?? I’ll get into this in a second but there were needles in the toilet?? Bro throw them out properly.

And now: Hell.

Can no one clean up after themselves?? Do your dishes. If theres food left on your plate, throw it out first, don’t dump it in the sink. Seriously the kitchen sink is fucked. The kitchen is gross. The microwave ugh ugh ugh no thanks. No one can clean everything. This is why all my cookware and dishes are in my room. That way I can make sure I 1) Still Own It and 2) Its clean and usable. I clean them as I go and just use my own shit.

Nothing compares to the bathrooms, though. It seems like every other day one of the toilets are clogged. Last week there were spoons in the sink?? Like at least 10 spoons. In the bathroom sink. The floor is dirty because no one owns a mop and?? there was one in the kitchen?? I haven’t seen it in like a month. And the worst of all. Okay, it’s really bad when every one up here is between like. 16 and 19 I think? And I had to put up a sign in the bathroom asking people to flush when you’re done??? And I still have to flush before I can use the washroom???? And it feels like every week or so. The toilet’s clogged. Oh! I forgot to mention that the water closet doesn’t even have a doorknob anymore. Someone took it. But wait, it gets worse. Seriously if extremely unsanitary things bother u, stop reading now.

Twice in the past month I’ve had to contact the landlord because the toilets were beyond clogged. The first time was bad but oh lord nothing compares to the second time (aka last week). The first time was your pretty standard toilet clogs and backs up and its very gross. I contacted the landlord and it was fixed the next day and it was fine. For. Two Days. Im serious. See. People here have a real issue it seems of “The person before me didn’t flush so neither will I”, leading to a toilet bowl full of like. a half a roll of toilet paper and waste. F u n. What that led to was the toilet clogging, people not doing anything about it, and continuing to use it. Eventually the toilet bowl was full, so trow a shopping bag over the lid to mark the toilet as “Out of order” and move on to the other one.Both toilets were completely unusable. I emailed the landlord and i don’t know if either they or one of the people living here contacted them, but the old landlord and old property manager were here the other day to clean them out and fix them?? and yea among all the standard waste you’d expect in a toilet, there were needles? Like buddy theres a trash can right there? I know u had the needle caps bc they were in there too. just... disgusting...

bro this is just what i can think of off the top of my head i know theres more but oh no this is so long now. just. this is a lot more detail than u wanted but i wanted to get this out of my brain??

[fiftyshadesgrl]

Consumed part 2

(Y/n)'s pov

My gun held tightly in my hand as i crouched behind a stack of wooden crates outside the warehouse. I was about to pop the werewolf standing guard at the door but stop when a vamp showed up. Something wasnt right, vamps and werewolves never coexisted well none the less work together. I couldnt hear their conversation but it looked like they were making arrangements for something.

Just as the vamp turned to leave my cell phone rang. Damn it! I cursed myself, but no one knew my number except for sam and jody and they knew i was on a hunt so they would never have called me unless i went several days without contacting them. I shut the phone off quickly but it was to late, theyd heard it. I ran back towards my car which thankfully wasnt far away, i could hear one of them coming up behind me. I turned and fired off two shots and it connected with someone or something. Finally making it to my car i slung the door open but before i could climb inside someone grabbed me by my ankles.

I turned to see the vamps eyes gleaming at me as a sinister smile spread across his face. I was able to use my left leg to kick him square in the chest which knocked him backwards, giving me a few seconds to reach my katana in the back seat. Just as my fingers touched the handle he was back, he climbed on top of me and grabbed my hair. He smashed my head into the center console, my vision blurred and my ears began to ring. I found the handle of the glove box and yanked it open, i grabbed the syringe of dead mans blood. I shoved the syringe into his neck, he fell out of my car gasping on the ground.

I turned and grabbed the katana and unsheathed it, i smiled as i climbed out of the car standing over the vampire. I lifted my sword, but the vampire spoke before i cut his head off. "You have no idea what youre gettin into little girl." I kneeled down beside and held my katana to his throat. With one swift move i brought it down and his head seperated from the rest of his body. I stood and wiped the spatters of blood from my face, i felt a streak of blood coming from a small cut on my forehead where the vamp got that lucky shot in.

I tossed my sword in the backseat after cleaning it off and started my car. I didnt pay for another night at the motel so i guess ill drive home tonight even though i was exhausted. As i was driving down the road i pulled my cell phone out and found the number that had called earlier. I pressed redial and it went straight to voicemail. 'This is dean winchester, leave a message and ill get back to you as soon as possible.'

I pressed the end call quicker than i have ever before. How did he get my number? Most of all why was he calling me now? After all this time, he decides to now call me. Now hes going to see that i called him back which means he will call again. The winchesters never give up, i call sam and he answers on the third ring.

"(Y/N), everything okay?" Sleep was heavy in his voice but so was concern.

"Yeah, ill get you to meet me in a day or so to discuss this last hunt with you but theres another problem." I could feel the tension through the phone. "Dean called me. Do you know why?"

"I..uh." sam stuttered.

I slammed my fist on the steering wheel, "i knew it! You gave him my number. Why did you do that sam, you know how i felt about that."

I heard him sigh and at that moment i wasnt angry with sam because i know how dean is. "Im sorry, i tried not to but you know how dean is."

"Yeah i know sam. Its not like hes gonna show up at my house." I chuckled but sam was silent. I turned down the street to where my house was and sure enough there sat the black impala across the street from my driveway. Dean sitting in the drivers seat with his head leaned back.

"Son of a bitch." I said under my breath.

"Sorry." Sam said right before i hung up.

I pulled into my driveway and watch through my rearview mirror to see if dean was gonna make a move, he didnt. He just sat still with his head laid back, i didnt know what to do. Its been oer a year since i had seen him.

What would i say?

What would he say?

Would he apologize?

No! It didnt matter if he did or not, he cheated on me. That was the lowest point in my life, so low that i almost killed myself. I would have if sam hadnt have found me. I refuse to let him break me again. I got my gear and opened my door, only when i slammed it did i see dean move. He straightend up in his seat then his eyes met mine. I stare emotionless into his perfect green eyes, letting him know i didnt intend to talk to or see him. I turned and walked towards my front door. I heard a car door shut then heavy booted footsteps sprinting across the pavement.

By the time i got to my door he was right behind me on my front steps. I didnt turn towards him but i knew he was there.

"(Y/n), can we talk? Please?" His voice a gravely whisper.

I opened my front door and walked inside. Only then did i turn around. His expression was pained at first then his gaze went to my head where im sure the dried blood was still a streak down my face.

"What happened to your head?" He asked stepping towards me. I held my hand up to stop him but being dean winchester he kept coming. He held his hand out like he was going to touch me but i flinched and backed away.

"Dont dean. You need to leave and i mean it." I said with as much force as i could manage, to me it didnt sound believable.

"Just let me look at it."

I threw my bag down on the floor with more force than i intended but it made dean step back. Good i want him to be uncomfortable. "I dont need you to look at it. I dont need your help and i dont need you!" I yelled and slammed the door in his face.

I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, stripping off my soiled clothes and stepped in. I washed off all the dirt and dried blood, watching it go down the drain i wondered if dean was still outside. My walls and barriers i had built up this past year almost crumbled at the very sight of him. I turned the water when it ran cold and wrapped a towel around me, padding down the hall to my room i pulled out the first shirt i come to, which just happened to be deans flannel shirt i stole.

I sighed and wondered could this be a sign, then pushed the thought in the back of mind as i slipped it on and buttoned the first few buttons. I walked to the window and sure enough when i looked out the impala was still sitting there but dean was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and rolled my eyes, if he wanted to stay outside all night fine with me.

I didnt have much in the fridge, i had to choose between day old pizza and some old chinese food that i had no idea how long it had been there. Placing a slice of pizza on and plate i placed it in the microwave to heat up. I grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge, the microwave beeped a moment later.

I walked into the living room to sit and relax but stopped dead in my tracks when my eyes met deans as he sat on the couch like it was his own.

He crossed his arms over his chest and rested the ankle of his left foot on his right knee. "We need to talk."

@an-unhealthy-obsession @vicmc624

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[dontfindme94]

5/3/21

Remember that time Summer lied and said that I called David's whole family white trash when I didn't and instead of questioning it first you came straight home and bitched me out for literally two bottles being in the sink instead of just asking questions first and then I could tell that you still didn't beleive me because you still proceeded to drop passive agressive ass comments left and right for several months, ride my ass for stupid shit, scream at me and slam doors in my face, say fucked up nasty shit behind my back, and just in general 100% take his side for all the bullshit reasons he cheated on me and left me even though you've known him your whole life and deep down you know he's a psychotic abusive manipulative two faced piece of shit because that's how you are so that's how you raised him to be.

Remember when he said one of the biggest reasons he left me was because his work clothes weren't done even though he was the one who would come home at 4am and only had two uniforms so after staying up with a baby all night by myself I still had to wash his work clothes at 4am even though the reason he got home at 4am was because he was already cheating and you knew about it and didn't tell me, you also knew about it when you literally forced him to propose to me (who the fuck does that? Who forces their son to propose to somebody? An abusive covert fucking narcissist, that's who.)

Remember every time you've yelled at Axel for stupid shit like a child, how it's okay when YOU do it but if I slightly raise my voice when he's actually getting out of hand about something legitimately not okay then I'm suddenly a bad mother and a crazy abusive bitch that you've tried so hard to paint me as because that's who you actually are?

Remember how every time me and Axel are having a battle you somehow make it about you and start talking about how Eileen used to dig her claws in to you, almost like you're trying to accuse me of doing that even though you have literally no actual logical reason to do that or to project that shit on to me? Like you know, instead of just going to therapy or church for your mother like a normal person would.

Remember how the day after david left and accused me of being "too rough" or what he really wanted to say was "physically abusive" to Axel, you said you didn't beleive him but then I found a baby monitor sitting in my room that connected to yours because I know you secretly beleived the bullshit lies he was putting in your ears.

Remember how just literally every single time I'd have a mental breakdown because my son was out of control and I'm a single mom raising him on my own while also having to take your shit every day, and I can't do anything to make him behave because you're so fucking psychotic that when you have your shitty ass little episodes you even think that time out is some how abusive so it always feels like I'm walking on egg shells so what the fuck am I supposed to do except literally sit there and take my kid being wild as hell, over bearing, literally screaming at me and hitting me at times and I can't correct him but guess what? I get yelled at by you and a door slammed in my face for finally reaching my breaking point with that too, so I'm damned if I do and damned if I dont, because you're a fucking bully who's never happy with shit.

Remember how every time I found a boyfriend I had to lie and say they weren't actually my boyfriend because you would do and say shady shit on purpose and lie to them and other people just so you could run them off on purpose?

Remember that time you almost threw a chair at my face but you always lie to everyone and try to say that you slammed it on the ground but you know that's not true because if fred wasn't holding your arm back, it would have went directly at my face and we both know it.

Remember that time you gave me nannies xanax before I knew it was illegal to accept other peoples prescriptions and then you tried to lie to the cop and say that I was some junkie ass pill head who stole your mothers medicine when you're literally the one who gave it to me, and even the cop knew you were completely full of fucking shit.

Remember how for a while, for some weird ass reason, every time we were all talking together at my moms house it's like you literally couldn't wait to tell them whatever mistake you thought I made that week as a parent and you tried to play it off like you were just making conversation but i knew exactly what you were fucking doing.

Remember that morning Axel took his milk cup and purposely threw it on the ground because I didn't heat it up fast enough for him and he didn't want to wait the 5 seconds it would take for me to pick It up and put it in the microwave, and you had your back turned so it's not like you would have actually known because you didn't see it but you were trying to make excuses for his behavior that you didn't even witness with your own eyes and I had completely fucking had it with you doing that shit by that point so of course I shut you down, because that's why he pulled shit like that only when you're around in the first place, and you got so pissy that I didn't let you intervene that you sent me a shitty ass little horrendous article about how stay at home moms need to quit their whining, and the whole article is just written by some hag who had the audacity to mom shame stay at home moms who DARE to have emotions and not be 100% perfect and actually feel like they're struggling sometimes, and if we're being honest, I think the person who wrote the article is just as bad in person as you are, but I guess two clowns would make complete sense to each other. And then you acted like nothing was wrong the rest of the day, as if that wasn't one of the most psychologically abusive things you've ever pulled on me.

Remember when we had a stupid ass intervention at waffle house and I attempted to tell my mom how you literally at one point actually did not allow me to have a job and you tried to guilt trip the fuck out of me just for holding one for 9 months, as if it actually made me completely miss the 9 months with my son and you try to act like I literally never saw him or something just because it's more convenient for you to pretend that, and when I told her, you not only tried to gaslight me in to believing that you never said that, you also somehow convinced her that you never said I couldn't have a job, and you also then starting making it about you, like you do with everything, telling me that I'm just ungrateful about "everything you do for me." Failing to realize that money is useless if you're at war every day with a controlling volatile abusive narc, one would think that you would have learned that lesson with Charlie, but I guess empathy just isn't your thing. You also forget the part that it's not your dime we've lived off of, it's Fred's, which none of that would have ever had to happen if you just weren't so toxic and enabling and actually raised your son properly instead of making constant excuses for him NO MATTER what he does, but I get vilified for doing something that's not even 1/4th as offensive as all the shit he's pulled.

Remember that time I pissed you off and you slammed your bedroom door to go talk shit about me, usually exaggerating the fuck out of the story like you always do, if not straight up lying. And I can literally hear every word you're saying but whether you know or not you straight up just dont give a fuck? Oh wait, that's not an isolated incident, you literally do that all the fucking time.

Remember that time Axel fell out the shopping cart, an accident that couldn't have truly been prevented and you knew it was an accident but you threw it up in my face a few months down the road in an argument just to make me feel like shit and feel like you were winning the argument?

Remember that time I tried to come to you in confidence about how I didn't want axel riding with me and David to the camping trip because he would be carrying in his car, and you somehow turned that in to me being a bad mother even though I was genuinly putting my son first, and then you even went as far as saying "maybe you and David shouldn't be together" but I ended up finding out that that was only said to hit below the belt and intentionally said just to hurt me because when he cussed me out on Christmas eve and I actually stuck up for myself against him you jumped my ass and took his side, like I was the fucking problem, then you even went as far as saying I ruined Christmas even though it was actually David who ruined it, and then when I told you I wanted to break up with him you turned in to a big ass red faced bully and started blaming my friends, as if they're the reason that I don't want to be with your sorry ass son, you literally said to me verbatim "you better not break up with him" so then at that point you're literally forcing me to stay with somebody who is just as abusive as you are, if not more, but you'll lie to people like you always do and try to say that you "didn't say that" or that you "meant something else."

Remember that time Axel purposely took his soup and dumped it on the floor, at 3 years old, an age where he very well knows that it's wrong to do that, and I put him in time out for it and you slammed the bedroom door and started talking shit to fred trying to basically say I'm abusive just because I put him in time out for something he clearly deserved to be put in time out for. And how what's amazing to me is that's somehow abuse but literally hitting them with a paddle is perfectly fine? Or maybe you're just so controlling that you love hitting below the belt like a pants pissing tantrum throwing toddler as soon as you don't get your way about something.

Remember that morning David was shouting and cussing me out in front of our son and then slammed a door in my face hard as fuck, OVER FUCKING TOILET PAPER OF ALL THINGS also in front of our son, and you literally straight up watched it happen and allowed it? That said everything I needed to know about you both. The fact that you both have tried for years to paint me as something that YOU BOTH ACTUALLY ARE, AND TRY TO ACCUSE ME OF DOING THINGS THAT YOU BOTH ACTUALLY DO. THAT TAKES A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF BEING A PSYCHOTIC NO SOUL HAVING PEICE OF SHIT.

Remember how you let David take all $2,000 of the tax money from Axel and only gave me $100, for the 4 years that he was gone, as if David actually fucking deserved it when he only came to see Axel once a week, sometimes not even that. Remember how you literally bullied me in to not going after him for child support just to protect him even though we all struggled financially horribly at times, to the point where we didn't have hardly enough for diapers, whipes, clothes for Axel, proper nutritional food because my food stamps got cut for not going after child support, basic necessities needed around the house, all to protect David, and yet you still will truly beleive in your head that you've EVER put Axel before David. YOU HAVE NEVER PUT AXEL BEFORE DAVID. The fact that you put a grown ass man before an actual child time and time again is so fucking disgusting I will literally never be able to get over it. Why should your husband have to work until he dies to help clean up the mess that your sorry ass son created?

Remember how Axel for the first 4 years of his life had a piss poor extremely unhealthy diet because when I tried to train his taste buds early on you mom shamed me for "trying to make him eat things he didn't want" so then you'd give him fucking cookies or crackers, but then you tried to tell the cops "all she ever does is feeds him cookies and crackers" and you knew damn well that it was actually you who did that.

Remember every time I would tell Axel no more junk food and then you'd hand him another junky ass sugar filled snack right in front of my face just as soon as I said that?

Remember when you called me a "fat lazy ass bitch" verbatim, because I was tired as fuck from raising a newborn on my own who almost never slept, right after you son left us for one of the ugliest women I have ever seen in my entire life?

And I wouldn't put it past you to completely lie about every single thing I just listed.

[dahliias]

hello children it me theye. i am playing my love, my life, dahlia. you can read about my trash monster below n as always pls come plot w me ,,,,, u all know how i feel about plotting 

lmao so. this is dahlia day hayes, aka twin sister to dexter hayes, aka the sensible one

jus call her dahlia . there are nicknames her Favorite People can use (dee namely) but if ur not someone she actively likes she’ll probably pour her drink on you lmao

ok so dahlia is 22, bisexual but its like a men 5 / 95 women thing , like she can appreciate the male form but 100% if u dont eat ur girl out she will 

so dahlia grew up in new york with a really irresponsible mum and a constantly growing family; her dad abandoned her, shes got 5 younger siblings she helped raise, it was a real fun shitshow

basically her entire life up until about 16 was her family -- dexter, her siblings, her mother, she was consumed with morning routines, bedtimes, diapers, sick children, dishes, laundry -- she had almost no personality outside of “caretaker”

except .... dahlia is lowkey p freaking amazing up in her head ? she’s amazing at engineering and math. she can fix microwaves, toasters, ovens, driers, cars, blenders. if something broke in the hayes household, it’s dahlia you’d hear little voices screaming for. 

she also has a calculator up in that head of hers. she’s been doing advanced calc since 8th grade, and senior year she was bored in two different ap math classes.

when she was 16 she decided that she wanted to try to make something of herself. she thought if she could claw her way out of the poverty-stricken mess, she could eventually bring her siblings with her and they could live a good life

so she applied for hundreds, hundreds of scholarships, met with college representatives, took her s.a.ts three times to get her 2300, -- all behind her family’s -- and dexter’s -- back

mid senior year, she found out that, against all odds, she had managed a full scholarship, living costs + relocation fees included, to berkley. with this knowledge, she pushed herself, and graduated with a 4.5.

she didn’t know how to tell her family, so she waited until a family dinner a few nights after her 18th birthday that she’d be leaving them. it broke her heart, but she desperately wanted to pursue her dreams, she wanted to know more about the world, and see more things than just the view from her crowded bedroom. 

she left for berkley in august -- and it was nothing like she expected? it was horrid. overwhelming. her dorm room was too empty. she missed her family. it was like they were inside of her, ripping her to pieces trying to drag her back to them.  she loved berkley, and finally had found a place she truly felt like she could belong and flourish, but she couldn’t handle being so far away from her twin, her babies, and her mother.

during spring break, when she finally saved up through work study to return, she dropped out and stayed with her family again; she hated herself for giving up something she was so excited and passionate about, but she felt like she couldn’t justify leaving her kids just to be selfish

so she adapted. she started working, although illegally, at a little nightclub as a waitress -- it helped, some, that she looked young, because sleezy drunk men were always willing to tip a young-looking blonde a little extra. 

she did a fair bit of illegal shit too -- she stole, she cheated, she pickpocketed, she conned, -- and eventually she ended up in underground fighting

she’s good, too. at first she came home with the shit kicked out of her every night, but she learned to anticipate the throws and learned where to hit to make it hurt, and how to use her body to hurt other people. 

she only fought on the weekends, but it was enough at the time

dahlia also grew angrier. every morning when she got home from a fight at 5 am and had to slather drugstore concealer all over her face to help get the kids up for school and out the door, she hated that -- once a genius with potential -- she let herself become a criminal. 

when dexter left the family, she grew hard; it’s hard to learn that you can’t even trust your family, but she learned that. she started working double-time, with half the time to sleep, waitressing and pickpocketing, fighting in safe rings on the weekends didn’t cut it anymore, so she started to go to rings where she would be pit against grown men; it was riskier, but the pot was much larger. 

eventually, one of the various dads of her siblings came back into their lives and tried to push in as “father,” and her mother, a wreck, let him. he told dahlia he wanted her to work on moving out because she was a bad influence on his kids, and dahlia was furious -- who was this man? a stranger who had left her family in the first place?  she refused, obviously. 

as time went on, the man became more and more aggressive with her, leading to an actual physical fight. she hurt him, and he kicked her out of the house she’d been raising her siblings in basically since she was a first grader.

she had literally no one -- so she took what money she had from the last few weeks, and put it together on a debit card. her plan was stupid and half-baked, but she decided that she would track down her wayward twin and force him to return with her so that she could get back the only purpose she had anymore -- her family.

dahlia’s not a nice girl. she doesn’t pretend to be. she’ll be perfectly cordial and nice, but if you pull a tone with her she’ll go 0 to bitch in ten seconds lmao. 

she’s not afraid of very much at all, and she has literally like four switchblades on her at any given moment, even though she’s definitely dressed like some mannequin at forever 21 lmao

she always has a lighter or a box of matches on her, and when she gets restless or agitated, she starts striking the matches, shaking them out, and throwing them on the ground, or flicking her lighter open and lighting it over and over again

she’s v unimpressed w the male population. thank dexter and her dad for that lmao 99% sure her favorite water bottle dead ass says “male tears” on it

honestly dee is so ?? edgy n mean n tough ?? but she dead ass dresses like any other lil preppy thing w her shorts n skirts n her sheer ass shirt and heeled boots, she loves the hot weather in marbella so far so she’s just like yes please i love shorts and i hate jackets

she had never actually seen the ocean before bc berkley isn’t in beach county, so when she got to marbella and saw the ocean in person the first time she finally found the one thing that scares her and takes her breath away lol

so sometimes she just sits in the sand looking at it bc she hasn’t plucked up the courage to go and play in it yet shes honestly so intimidated by the ocean . she’ll never admit it bc she is the Man Of The House but still 

it took her a while to hunt down her brother, she started in france and ended up here via hitch hiking and sneaking into trains, she has no fear its insane , so she’s probs only been in town like 2 weeks. 

she’s currently staying at a lil youth hostel so she only really has a nice army backpack full of three or four mismatched outfits and a toothbrush and a phone + charger that only works w wifi. she’s stealing toiletries from tourists and makes a living pickpocketing atm 

she’s probably going 2 be too easy to convince to kick back bc she hasnt had a goddamn day off in 4 years

when shes mad move anything breakable out of the way and do not stand close to a bar because she will throw a beer bottle at your head and she will destroy everything you own

the only ppl in the world who see any gentility to her are her baby siblings and they’re not here are they ????? 

if she Adopts u she will show u how soft and sweet and lowkey maternal she can be, but otherwise nah

i genuinely am so brain dead now i cannot think of many plots but i have 3 i really want below so pls:

someone who she can stay with in the longterm -- just because she’s gonna be here for a while and there’s only so long she can pay the fees to stay at a youth hostel and live out of a bag honestly she’s gonna want to buy a bra and wash it regularly; i’d love if these two actually get along well whatever that means. like she’s not a horrible roommate bc shes spent her whole life cleaning up after other ppl but she’ll probs steal ur clothes bc shes not gonna buy her own lol

someone who can help her just fucking unwind for two seconds like girl needs to chill i swear ?? like get her drunk. get her to actually stand in the ocean. let her listen to music and eat good food. she’s never got to be a teenager, she needs that

a person who lowkey caught her with their wallet in her hand and was like dude wyd?? and instead of throwing a punch or calling The Law Enforcement Officers they actually stopped for a sec n now the two are unlikely bffs and they are her Emotional Support even tho shes mean and bitchy and likely is gonna be like “sad??? sad?????? i do not feel that emotion. nut the fuck up.  ‘sad.’ what a pussy”