#tw: abusive mom

[shirecorn]

Monsters

Bittersweet Dreams || Perspective || Evil || Fighter

[tododeku-or-bust]

In the same vein as the grounding question, just because I was confused by it, this is a much more direct question:

I recognize whooping runs the range of a swat or two on the leg to.... Well, some of us got beat fr😅. So imma give a preemptive Trigger Warning for Child Abuse if people decide to elaborate in the tags.

[nmolesofadrenaline]

[cootcutebatkat]

Ep. 7 is still breaking me

The kid just seems. So real. Like I see kids like her all the god damn time. The missing tooth, weird hair, chubby cheeks, the clumsiness, the silliness, the endearing mix of ugly and cute. The mom did everything for her. Everything.

And that kid fucking crying. Her mom is getting brutalized in front of her, in her own home, and the kid can't do nothing but cry because she's a fucking kid. Her mother, her guardian, her god, her reason she's alive and happy, is getting turned into a bloody mess. Imagine something that is so loving and powerful be reduced to ash in front of you.

And if that wasn't enough, in the moment the kid runs to her, crying her name- to protect her? To seek her protection? - she gets fucking kidnapped by the very same monsters that hurt her beloved mother. Her incredibly strong mother. And she's a small, innocent, weak child.

Her fucking screams are going to haunt me.

[dejwrld]

a black mom lost her 11 year old son that was protecting her from her abuser she dated over a decade ago (which a judge denied her protection order 3 weeks prior to this tragic event), another young girl was shot in the head and killed by her abusive ex boyfriend whom she tried to leave the day prior but he damaged her car, & 19 year old was fatally stabbed (and died) alongside her twin sister (who survived the attack) after rejecting a boy’s advances outside of a bodega. ladies please be safe out here. these men and boys (because there has been an increase of incel behavior in teenage boys also) are unhinged. they will rather take you out of this world than deal with their own emotions of rejection.

we shouldn’t live in a world where as women we have to give out fake google numbers and fake instagram pages just because we don’t know if a man/boy is having a decent day enough to not kill or harm us because we rejected them.

so please be safe out here once again.

[nothing0fnothing]

Abusive parents using the "well there's no book on raising children" argument when faced with the tiniest bit of accountability from their children is such a wild take to be honest because.. what do you mean you needed a book to tell you that abusing people.. is bad?

Are you genuinely arguing that you had no idea that hitting people smaller and weaker than you is wrong? Not the long term effects abuse has on the developing brain, or the specific types of mental issues it can cause, or how exactly hitting children has worse outcomes in later life. What you're saying is that you had no idea that it was morally wrong to hit people since there was no book saying so. And since you never brought it up till your kids did, you're also expecting them to believe that this book of obvious truths conveniently came out right around the time your adult children asked you what the fuck you were thinking.

Like, you unleashed some of the most vile torrents of emotional abuse you could muster onto a literal eleven year old. You know not to say that shit to your boss, right? You know that when you're at brunch with your girlfriends, or at golf with your buddies, that it's not appropriate to speak that way to them, right? So why would you need a book explaining that it's wrong to speak that way to a child?

It's such a stupid argument because it's essentially saying "I didn't know any better and shouldn't have been expected to learn." But you did know better. The criticism isn't levelled against how few parenting books you chose to read. Nobody was expecting you to become the Albert Einstein of parenting. Just the bare minimum of decency, dignity and respect would have been enough, and you failed.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I booked a $250 event as a gift to my mom where they'd teach you how to wash/clean dolphins but it got canceled because Harry Styles got arrested for never cooking for his wife and it was claimed to be domestic violence and it was all over the news like a national emergency so every hotel and every booking got denied.

[squarecloud73]

*I worship you tumblr please don’t remove it

“Laios brother didn’t seem to understand, I was simply happy to be able to spend more time with mother.”

[artemisxrose]

FUCK Liam Payne! I will no longer support OT5 and I don’t even want a 1D reunion anymore. It’s so disgusting how so many of you defend these boys actions, but especially Liam, in light of everything that has come out. Maya Henry has every right to speak about her experiences. And it’s gross that I’m seeing literal threads and tweets upon tweets of people calling her a liar and saying all these horrible things. You’re proving Liam right! “No one will believe you anyways and the fans will always defend us!”

Is that not absolutely horrifying to yall? That this man is weaponizing his fanbase against women that he has treated poorly? And yall continue to enable him! Everything Maya said in her recent TikTok was true! Yall defend this abuser because of boy band nostalgia? What the fuck is wrong with some of yall? It makes me sick. It’s always “believe women” “believe victims” until it’s your fave, right?!

We don’t know these people! “He would never do that…” YOU DONT KNOW HIM! These parasocial relationships are going too far.

What’s scary is based on some of the stuff Maya said, I wonder if this is only the tip of the iceberg with Liam. He’s probably done so much shit we don’t even know about. Maybe even the other boys???

I know I’m ranting and no one probably cares but some of the tweets I saw defending Liam were so triggering and upsetting. Trending hashtags like #FreeLiam and #WeLoveYouLiam when a woman CONFIRMED that he abused her is just so sickening. This is why women don’t come forward. This is especially why victims of celebrities and people in power don’t come forward. Because this is how they’re treated. Maya literally even confirmed that Liam and his team have tried to silence her and didn’t want the book to come out. I just… there are no more words.

This whole situation is so triggering… I’m so angry and upset.

Fuck Liam Payne and Fuck all of yall defending him.

[the-broken-pen]

As another request, maybe the villain and hero are fighting , and the villain notices that the hero reacts suspiciously numb to his attacks. And when he taunts him about it, the hero sisimply says something to the effect of being used to it. And the villain is suspicious by the tone so he follow the hero and find out he’s abused by family . Cue villain saving the hero, comforting him and showering him with the love he never got

The villain should have known something was wrong the first time he hit the hero, and he simply braced, pain flickering along the muscles of his jaw, before hitting back. Face blank, a mask stronger than concrete. As if pain played no part, and it was just the give and return of kinetic energy, and nothing more.

He should have known when he said something so cruel it felt like graveyard dirt upon his tongue, and the hero merely stuttered for half a second, everything within him freezing, before he continued like nothing had happened. Nothing cruel in return, nothing biting in his face. Just–complete nothing.

“You never flinch,” the villain said, and it wasn’t a sudden realization, but it was close. Again, that momentary pause, like the hero had been grabbed and stopped by some otherworldly being on a molecular level. It allowed the villain to catch the next hit the hero threw at them.

“What?”

The hero, to his credit, didn’t sound upset, and in this line of work the villain was especially good at noticing the tiny pieces of that kind of thing. He just sounded confused, maybe.

“When I hit you. You don’t flinch,” the villain clarified. The hero just stared at them.

“You only really flinch if you aren’t used to it,” the hero said finally.

“Used to it?”

“You heard me,” the hero replied, and this time, there was irritation behind his words.

The villain tossed the hero’s fist down, and the hero stumbled back.

“And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I wasn’t aware there was one.”

“Are you intentionally being annoying, or is it just natural for you?”

The hero’s breath shuddered.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry–you–I don’t want an apology,” the villain sputtered. This conversation felt above his pay grade; and he wasn't entirely sure why, either, which irked him, itching under his skin.

“So–” the hero snapped his jaw shut around the rest of the word, and it looked like he was doing everything in his power to stop himself from finishing it.

Before the villain could prod further–about the flinching, or any other confusing aspect of it–the hero blew out a breath, and said, “I’m done here.”

The villain blinked.

“You can’t just decide when a fight is over.”

“Watch me,” the hero said, but his voice didn’t have the heat that usually went along with that phrase.

“You’re a hero, isn’t this kind of your entire job? Finishing fights, not walking away from them?”

“I said, I’m done,” the hero snarled, and it was the first hint of emotion he had shown the entire day, explosive and aimed entirely at the villain. The villain was taken aback for a moment.

The hero turned and left before the villain could even think of a response. He didn’t look over his shoulder.

Of course, the villain followed him home.

The fact that he had been able to at all was something to be worried about.

He watched as the hero entered, shutting the door behind him. Heard the sound of his bag hitting the floor, his jacket being hung up. Normal, quiet little things. Shuffling through the kitchen, making a cup of tea. A quiet conversation with his mother.

The villain was about to leave when he heard the slap.

He was through the door before he realized he was moving, leaving the handle to slam into the wall.

He caught the barest edge of a conversation as he rounded the corner–a curse word, then a vile sort of thing that was somehow worse than anything the villain had managed to say in his entire life–and slotted himself neatly between the hero and his mother.

The villain caught her wrist before it could touch any part of the hero. His grip was too tight to be anything but painful.

The hero’s mother gaped at them.

A bruise was beginning to bloom across the hero’s cheek.

The hero was shaking, slightly, face tense and drawn as he stared at the villain. Like the villain was the unnerving thing in this situation, and the hand his mother still had raised was the normality.

A rage, raw and unfathomable, ravenous within him, descending down so deep into the white hot of fury that it passed anything that had a name, uncurled itself along his bones.

“Touch him again,” the villain seethed, voice shaking with all that feral untamed mess within himself, “and you lose the hand.”

“Villain,” the hero said quietly, and the villain had never heard him so meek.

How long did it take for a person to learn that kind of quiet?

“Villain, leave it.”

The villain didn’t release the hero’s mother’s–no. The woman in front of him wasn’t a mother. She was something twisted, and broken, and cruel, upper lip curled with displeasure. Not that the villain was within her kitchen; but that he had stopped her from hitting her child.

The villain wanted nothing more than to vomit on her spotless white tiles.

Maybe in another life she would have been the kind of person the hero, with his kind heart, would have saved before it got to this point.

Maybe in another life the villain would have let the hero try.

But that was not this life.

And there was a bruise blooming on his hero’s cheek.

“You have no right–”

“Did I not make myself clear?” He said, and it was black and poisonous in the air.

The woman in front of him swallowed, and for the first time, fear flickered across her face.

Good.

“Villain,” the hero said, voice strangled, and the villain turned to look at him.

“She’s hurt you before,” the villain said, and it wasn’t a question. The hero looked at him wide-eyed, and he wondered how many times the hero had walked into a fight with him with pre-existing injuries. Injuries he would pretend later that the villain had given him.

The hero swallowed, hard.

“Yes,” he whispered, and that was all the villain needed. He turned back around.

“The only reason you are alive right now is because I think killing you would upset him,” he informed her, and he watched her face pale. “That, and getting blood out of shoes is a bitch. Isn’t it, hero? See, you wouldn’t know. Nobody’s ever made you bleed, I’d wager, because if they had, you would understand it isn’t the kind of thing you do to someone you love.”

He grinned, feral.

“You’re going to leave,” he continued. “Matter of fact, you’re going to vanish. And you’re going to do it so well that if he wants, he’ll never have to think of you again. The only way you’ll ever see him again will be because he wants it to happen, do you understand me? If you don’t, we’ll make you vanish my way.”

The hero made a choked noise behind him. “I don’t think you’ll like that very much,” the villain confided in a whisper.

He wasn’t sure the woman in front of him was breathing.

“Hero,” he said after a long minute. He was going to leave bruises on her wrist. She was shaking, and it soothed some of the yawning rage within him. “Pack a bag.”

The hero vanished into the halls of the house.

The villain didn’t say anything, just stared at the woman in front of him, as if he looked long enough he would be able to see the rotten core inside of her that had made her this way. Turned her into something violent. Or perhaps, the thing that had been inside her since birth, broken and seething. Inevitable.

He didn’t like to believe people could be born evil.

He would make an exception.

The hero appeared back behind him as silent as a wraith, far faster than the villain had expected, duffel bag in one hand.

He wondered how long the hero had had a bag tucked away, packed and ready to run if it got too bad.

He wondered what the hero considered ‘bad enough’ and his jaw clenched hard enough he could hear the bones creak.

“That all you need?”

The hero nodded, mutely, and the villain finally dropped the woman’s hand. She pulled back, hissing as she rubbed her arm, but she had the sense to not glare at the villain.

He tipped his head towards the door.

“Let’s go,” he said, as gently as he had ever heard himself.

The hero followed him out, and they didn’t say anything until the villain’s apartment door locked behind the both of them.

The villain blew out a shuddering breath.

The hero looked like he wasn’t entirely there, eyes glassy.

“Hero,” he said softly, and the hero’s gaze snapped to his face. He stopped himself from reaching for him, a helpless effort to do something, to fix it. “Can I touch you?”

He made sure it didn’t sound like a demand, because if the hero said no, the villain would die before crossing that line, no matter how much it stung. A moment later, to his relief, the hero gave a jerky nod.

He moved slowly, a gentle palm on the hero’s jaw to tip it up, inspecting the bruise with pursed lips. He brushed away the tear that slipped down the hero’s cheek with his thumb, and left it there.

“It could be worse,” the hero offered quietly.

“The fact that it exists at all is worse enough,” the villain murmured, tipping the hero’s head back down. “I’m so sorry.”

The hero blinked, brow furrowing. “For what?”

The villain shrugged one shoulder. “That it happened. That it has been happening. That I didn’t notice.”

“I’m good at hiding it,” the hero said, like it was supposed to make the villain feel better.

“You shouldn’t have had to learn how to do that at all,” the villain said, and the hero’s lip wobbled.

The hero wavered slightly, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He carried himself like the entirety of his body was an open wound, every second spent breathing a second spent in agony.

The villain couldn’t pretend he knew what this felt like, but he could do his best to soothe it as much as possible.

“Come here,” he said softly, and the hero melted into him, shaking as he tried to cry quietly and failed. He tucked the hero against his chest, and hand coming to curl into the hero’s hair as he let out a desperate keening noise.

He rested his chin on the top of the hero’s head. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “It’s not right now, but it will be, I promise. Even if it takes a while.”

The hero shuddered against him, then nodded, just once.

It wasn’t okay, but it would be.

The villain had promised.

And he never broke a promise.

[messervixen]

2 in the morning…

Sirius (answering the phone): Hello?

Hope: Sirius?

Sirius: Hope? What are you doing up?

Hope: Today when I told you to stop licking the batter from the whisk you looked sort of like a kicked puppy.

Sirius: What

Hope: I don’t mean to pry but…

Sirius: Yeah?

Hope: Sirius, dear, did you get traumatized in some way as a child?

Sirius: WHAT

Hope: Was it your parents?

Sirius: …yes

Hope: Do you want to talk about it?

Sirius: …

Sirius (voice breaking): YeAh that’d be reALy nice aCTually-

[monzterzack]

maverick’s mom

[charlesollielandooscararthur]

Uncles Best Friend

Lando Norris x Fewtrell! Reader / Max Fewtrell x Niece! Reader

Summary: Y/n is a young girl who has gone through a hard time in her life. But what will happen when a certain someone helps her get through it will her uncle disapprove or support her??

(I don’t know if max has any siblings but we are going to make one up for the story)

Warnings: 18+ mention of alcohol, Abusive Dad!, smut, Oral (female receiving), unprotected sex,making out,grinding,aftercare

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It all happened really quickly, the man who was there since I was born who heard me say my first words and watched me take my first steps, took me to my first and last school, comforted me when I had broken up with my first ever boyfriend, was now standing here right in front of my eyes threatening me.

Let me take you back to the start of how this all began, I had just came back from school and found my dad sitting on the steps crying in which I do what any good daughter would do and comfort him and ask him what’s wrong he looks at me and tells me my aunt had died, my heart stopped and all I can remember is my dad hugging me. A few days later it was soo different in my house my dad was drinking a lot and getting angrier each day, my mom and I are literally walking on eggs shells in our own house, my mom is constantly trying to avoid my dad every chance she gets, the past few days she hasn’t really been here, my little brother is only 2 years old and I’m trying to do everything k can to protect him from my dad’s outbursts but he even has a go at his 2 year old son my older brother doesn’t live with us anymore so he has no clue what is happening back at home.

A few days later it is still the same mom not around my dad still drinking and me looking after my 2 year old brother. I walk into the kitchen with my brother on my hip to get a drink I pour myself a drink of cold water out the fridge and put some in a bottle and hand it to my brother. “Y/N!!!!” I quickly put my brother down and tell him to go play in his room and that I will be up there soon, my dad walks into the kitchen “do you know where your mother is I have NOT SEEN HER IN DAYS” he shouts banging his fist against the counter causing me to jump “I have no clue where she goes she leave the house before any of us wake up” “DO NOT LIE TO ME” “WHY WOULD I LIE TO YOU!!” He slaps me like literally slaps me I hold my cheek and look at him tears threatening to spill “DO NOT SHOUT AT ME YOUNG LADY. NOW tell me where your mother is or so help me I WILL DO MORE THAN JUST SLAP YOU” “dad I honestly don’t know where she is” still holding my cheek, he grabs a handful of my hair and drags me closer to him “I’ll ask you one more time Y/N where is your mother” “she’s at the hotel a few blocks from here” i lied thinking it’s the only way to get him of of me. I really have no clue where my mom is. he smiles at me “see it wasn’t that hard was it” he says and pushes me onto the floor hard definitely leaving a bruise

My dad leaves to go where I told him so I quickly ran upstairs grabbed my car keys, ran to my brothers room and picked him before I ran with him in my arms to my car knowing my dad will be so mad by the time he gets back knowing I lied to him. I get in the car and put my brother in the passenger seat and start driving, yes I know irresponsible but I’m way too scared thinking that my dad will be home any time now although he just left I’m still scared, so u drive a little down the roads opposite way to the hotel and pull over a couple roads down so I can put my brother in his car seat strapped in responsibly.

I have no clue where to go the closets house to mine is my uncle Max and his best friend Lando’s house so that’s where I drive. When I get there I park my car on there drive get my brother out the car who is fast asleep and start walking up to the door. Knocking on the door for the 4th time I still get no answer soo I decide to just check if the door is open and too my luck it is soo I walk inside and lay my brother on the couch, I start to walk to Max’s room seeing no one is in the kitchen I knock and walk in and to my surprise no one, soo I go to lando’s room and only knock not wanting to just walk in and I hear a “come in” so I walk in and stand at the door lando looks up at me and immediately jumps up “you scared me Y/n oh my god I thought you was max or something” I laugh a little then he looks at me “is your eye okay are you hurt?” Lando asks looking a bit worried then all of a sudden like I couldn’t stop if I wanted too I start crying and hard Lando’s heart drops and he immediately comes over and gives me a hug rubbing my back “ what happed Y/n/n?” “My dad he-he” and I can’t finish I just started crying “ he pushes me away looking in my eyes “your dad did this?” And I nod still crying he gives me a sad look pulling me into a hug again he pulls me over to his bed and let me cry on his shoulder until I calm down “where’s your mom and your brother” I look up from his shoulder and look in his eyes “Jason is down stairs asleep on the sofa because my amazing mother was too busy trying to avoid our dad then to protect her two children” I say starting to cry all over again lando pulls me into his arms again hugging me tighter until someone walks into landos room “why is my nephew asleep on my couch” I look up from landos shoulder and immediately start rushing over to max crashing into him still crying by the way, “hey,hey what happened”I don’t answer just continue to cry, I try to compose myself and look at Max he takes one look at my face and immediately gets angry “what the hell happened to your eye” “oh no mate don’t ask her that she will start crying again” lando jokes trying to cheer me up I just look at him and laugh “wellll” I look at Max again “Dad did it” “I’m sorry did I hear that right” he said lando looks at him “ I’m afraid you did mate” “Y/n what the actual fuck where’s Amelia?” He questions asking about his sister “I don’t know the second my dad started drinking she left she would come back late at night when he was passed out and leave early in the morning before any of us woke up leaving me and Jason alone with him” “SHE LEFT YOU” I flinch and lando notices “mate tone it down a little” max looks at me and apologetics “sorry, but she left you seriously Can I ask why he did do that to you?” I nod “he was asking me where mom is to which I genuinely had no clue so I told him that and he thought I was lying so he slapped me” they both jus looked at me and nod slowly “ and then” “more” they both said at the same time, I nod and carry on “and then he asks me again and again and because I gave the same answer he grabs my hair pulls me closer and tells me that if I don’t tell him the truth he’s gonna do a lot more than slap me so I make up a lie and tell him she’s staying a hotel a few blocks away then he says see that wasn’t so hard and pushes me really fucking hard onto the floor and did this” I say pulling my trousers down a little showing them the huge bruise that had quickly formed. They are both sat there shocked of the story I just told, Max goes to say something but Jason starts crying “I’m gonna go to Jason” I whisper walking down the stairs the boys following.

The second he sees me he puts his arms out telling me he wants to be picked up so I do and hug him really tight “I love you so much” I say looking at him “I wuv you too sissy” I look at him and smile kissing him on the cheek and then he sees Max “WUNCLE MAXIEEEE” he reaches out for Max “hey little man are you okay” i let them have there little chat and walk to sit next to lando putting my head on his shoulder “thank you” he looks at me “for what” “for being there for me earlier” “Y/n you know I’ll always be there for you no matter what” he says and kisses my head I smile at him and kiss his cheek I then look at max who is looking at us, I put my head back on Lando’s shoulder and smile at max to which he smiles back.

Later on we are all watching a movie and I notice it’s getting late “Jason it’s times for bed it’s wayyy past your bedtime” “ I don’t wanna go to bed” he says with puppy dog eyes “I’m sorry bud but your sister right it’s late” Max backs me up “who do you wanna sleep with tonight” I ask him his face lights up and looks at all 3 of us atleast 5 times before answering “MAX” Max laughs but agrees “okay little man you can sleep with me that means I have my own bed and your sister and lando need to decide what they do” me and Lando laugh, Max takes him to his room to get him ready for bed.Max went to the shop earlier to get some nappy’s and thing that he will need while he’s here. When they leave I look at lando and smile which he returns “do you wanna carry on watching the movie” “can we watch it in your room?” I ask him he just nods and he turns off everything done here and we go to his room

We finish the movie we was watching downstairs and decided on watching a whole different movie as well around a hour in a sex scene comes on and when I tell you it’s soo fucking detailed like omg and I didn’t know what to do so I kept on watching the movie feeling a bit awkward but I definitely should of looked away because I’m starting to feel really horny right now and notice lando awkwardly shift about as well, I honestly didn’t know what to do I look at lando to see he is already looking at me I smiled in which he returns as always, he has a cute smile, and curly fluffy hair that any girl would love to run their hands through his eyes as well oh my don’t get me started I could get lost I’m his eyes fore… “Y/n” I snap out of my trance “yes” I whisper and look him in his eyes his beautiful brown eyes and then down to his lips and back to his eyes.

Lando leans forward and I feel his lips on mine for a second I don’t kiss back and Lando starts to pull away but I put my hand on the back of his head and kiss him back it started off soft but it got rougher I sat on his lap and felt him underneath his joggers, I pull away for a few seconds allowing us to breathe and then we kiss again running my hands through his hair, I start grinding on him and honestly it feels really good. I have never done this before. He pulls away and starts kissing my neck “Lando” I moan leaning my head to the side giving him more access to my neck, I start to get needy “Lando” I moan “I need you to touch me please” I basically begged he laughs and pushes me of him making me stand up he also stands up then pushes me down back onto the bed I lay down and he kisses me again “Lando please” “where do you want me to touch you my love” “anywhere, please Lando” Lando pulls off my bottoms leaving me in just my thongs he kisses the inside of my thighs he then pulls off my panties and I feel his tongue lightly run over my clit and I moan not loudly tho remember who’s in the other room down the hall, he keeps flicks his tongue over my clit a coupe more times before running it back to front I moan louder he then gets two fingers and inserts them into me while sucking on my clit I moan even louder he lifts his head up “you have to be quieter baby” I nod pushing his head back down not liking the missing contact of his mouth he laughs but continues sucking on my clit and fingering me with one hand I cover my mouth and my other hand finds its way to lando hair pulling it “lando” I moan and he stops taking his fingers out and lifting his head up I just look at him pouting, he laughs at me but then I see him pulling his trousers down followed by his boxers and I grin

Lando movies back on top of me kissing me slowly again I feel his dick brush over my pussy a few times before I feel him put the tip at my entrance he looks me in my eyes and I nod to which he pushes himself into me I cover my mouth and lando stares at me waiting for me to tell him when he can move, once it starts feel more like pleasure than pain I tell him to move and so he does starting off slow then increasing the speed “oh Lando like that baby oh yes” he starts kissing my neck still pounding into me “oh fuck” “baby I’m gonna cum” “hold it baby, wait for me” I moan again trying my best to hold it but the pleasure I’m feeling right now is so fucking strong “Lando I can’t” “it’s okay baby just hold it a little longer” “oh fuck” I say still struggling after a few more minutes I feel him twitch inside me “okay baby cum with okay” “okayyy, fuck” “3,2,1” we both came at the same time my hands running through Lando’s hair and Lando holding me soo tight while we both come down from our high.

Lando pulls out of me and lays down on the bed putting my head ok his chest “ Lando” “mhm” I need to go to the toilet” In which he took care of me the whole night, carrying me to the toilet,getting me cleaned up,making me a drink, and cuddling all night.

[nmolesofadrenaline]

Dark humour is joking about your OWN trauma. Dark humour is NOT joking about someone else’s trauma. That is disrespect.

[s1llycilantro]

Hi! I've been checking your saiouma Cinema au and I love it, I'd love to hear more if it isn't much trouble 👉👈

Sure!! Despite what it looks like they have a lot more in common than they initially thought and more than Ouma is comfortable with admitting :3

Edit: rereading tags it appears i've ALREADY said this so I don't have the privilege of being too vague anymore, my bad!

To futher elaborate, Shuichi's relationship with his mother was. Strained at best and downright hostile at worst. She loved him and he loved her but for lack of better words she was.. sick. Eventually she would end up passing away with a lot of questions surrounding her death which left Shuichi to be moved into with his Uncle and Aunt, whom he enjoys the company of much more.

Kokichi and his mom live by themselves, She works but, not very well. It's a constant struggle to make ends meet, her forgetfulness doesn't help whatsoever. So, Kokichi has taken it upon himself to take care of her, even at her worst. Even if it's painful. Because he refuses to abandon her like his POS father did, not when she's given him so much.

[nothing0fnothing]

There are abusive parents who genuinely believe that they are the victims of their children.

They believe that their children "set them up" or "bait" them into committing abuse against them. They believe that these children intentionally provoke them to encourage abusive consequences and they believe that those children in turn use the abuse they provoked as ammunition to report them.

My own mother genuinely believes that I, as an eight, nine, ten year old little girl intentionally baited her into abusing me so that I could justify going no contact with her in my twenties.

It's delusion, it's not rooted in reality and if you're parents are the same you're not alone.