#why is my family like this

[heresiae]

So, it happened, Mother and Sister finally broke me and I don't want to be involved in any way anymore in their fucking war (not sure if it's a was when only one of them has declared it, but anyway...)

And yes, I am still deeply upset that Mother abused psychologically Sister since she was 7 (we have 6 years of difference and I stopped living regularly at home since I was 14, I was not there to witnessed it) and Mother often manipulated me in reinforcing the abuse with me none the wiser (Sister told me everything only a few years ago), but the point is, I still love my mother and she's the only parent I have left.

I love my sister, nobody is more important in my life than my sister, I would kill and die for her, but she's over 30 now, refusing therapy or direct confront with Mother and I'm tired to be in the middle.

To say it in Italian, Hanno rotto il cazzo (literally, "They broke my dick", English is not very good for this kind of phrases... you're missing out, you know? Translated would be, "I'm sick of their bullshit").

So, Mother wants to drop down unannounced to Sister because she's refusing to answer her calls and also ripped her a new one a couple of weeks ago when Mother was pushing me again? Good, but she will not stay with me and I will not keep her plan a secret.

Sister is angry at Mother for various reasons? I will not coddle her anymore. She either confronts mother or her feelings with therapy but that's enough.

I'm tired. I exhausted by years and years of two neurodivergency never diagnosed or even considered. I'm about to be 40. The future is bleak (especially the environment). I'm single, so I'll probably end up alone if I don't get the energies to go back on the dating scene. I'm not able to keep my house anymore or the discipline to exercise at least once a week.

They either sort their shit out or they don't. I don't care. I'm done.

[fromthebeddesk]

My major list of why is my family Like This.

My grandfather:

Dived off a moving boat to catch the motor that had fallen off, while said motor was running.

Gave a walrus penis bone he found in Alaska and a stolen artichoke plant to his bestie as a wedding gift.

My Mom:

Played Frisbee with recently dead flounders as a child, also in Alaska.

Introduced me in person to her ex she almost married before I was born, because he happens to cashier at our local TTRPG store.

Has blasted Irish drinking songs to get me out of bed every morning since I was five.

And then there's Me:

Convinced every single one of my kindergarten classmates to run off and hide from our teacher for like an hour.

Licked banana slugs routinely as a tween just to gross out my friends.

Refused to watch/read any kind of superhero media for my entire childhood because it was apparently too mainstream.

Was legitimately convinced I was a faery changeling for most of the year I was 16.

[xchubbyxxbunnyx]

Childhood trauma has me all kinds of fucked up. How the hell did I end up with mommy AND daddy issues??? 🥴🫠

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

Let me share one of my many memories with u young guppies. Long ago when I was a young ephyra. I have always been into bl and my family has no idea what it is and why I must be in it so one Christmas my dearest native mother went to hot topic AND ASKED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE IF THEY HAD YAOI! ( she herself told me adout this with no shame at all) the cashiers of h CJ purse kinda of laughed at her and asked if she knew what that was and she again with no shame at all said �� yes it’s for my daughter now do you have it” she got my yuri on ice!!! And couldn’t find out how it was gay then look at Victor and said” he looks very gay”🤦‍♀️ lords help me

[againstthegrainphoto]

……when you plan to go to a kraken game with your family………..

😵‍💫

[cyberphuck]

Me: Hey Nick Nick: Hey Jaydee. Me: How's it goin'? Nick: Same old. You get that computer set up yet? We should game. Me: Nah, not yet, I gotta drag the desk out, and I got the Rona so I've been sick. Nick: Bummer. Pretty soon though, eh? Oh also me and my partner of nearly twenty years got married the other day. Have you ever played Baldur's Gate? Me: WHAT?? Nick: Baldur's Gate. On the PC?

[shipsgaysfordays]

gotta love thanksgiving (finding out my dad is a bitcoin dude and is “neutral”—upon further conversation it’s obvious he sides with israel—on the genocide going on)

but my parents are divorced so i’ll have thanksgiving pt. 2 tomorrow

[miajr12]

Christians are weird man

Like seriously, my family just tried to exorcise the need for glasses out of my sister (she was born with astigmatism, everyone in our family wears glasses) and the 'fat' out of me (I'm at the very most 20 pounds overweight, most of our family is genetically chonky, the most I usually eat in a day is twice)

[kuronekoartsblog]

I offer you: Tim Drake being absolutely demolished in a way or another for being good at videogames, both by his opponent and his own teammate

Recently this is the only thing capable of pumping some dopamine in my ADHD brain so this is what u get lol

More to come!

[killer-rabbit-of-caerbannog]

[vampcaprisun]

caterina: i have made the Perfect Assassin

rook: you fucked up a perfectly good househusband is what you did. look at him. he’s got anxiety

[acutenobody]

Not sure how we got into this, but my aunt was saying that people nowadays have so many "dumb labels" and that it's "getting ridiculous." She asked me if I knew any of the terms cis (I'm pretty sure I'm nb), pan (I'm bi) aromantic (I'm asexual) and boypussy.

And I was just looking at her and trying not to laugh, saying in the most composed way I could that yeah, I know all of these terms 😂

[lazylittledragon]

y'know every time i feel guilty about bothering someone by singing along when i'm listening to music, i just remember that i have to tolerate my dirtbag brother screaming at his ps5 for hours every day so listening to muffled off-key fall out boy is probably preferable

[apollos-boyfriend]

so my younger cousin is flying in to visit from brazil on sunday, and will be staying here for like, the entirety of july. which, don't get me wrong, is super cool! i love the kid! but it felt like a super weird move, considering his parents are the SUPER strict and borderline helicopter parents. even the smallest prank/roughousing with him/his little sister would lead to a strict talking to from his parents, he couldn't ever do anything without their clear permission, that sort of stuff. so letting him fly at alone at 16 to a whole different country and stay there for a whole month seemed WILDLY out of character. additionally, it just felt like a super last-minute trip. it's not like we have any plans to do when he gets here, and the flight itself and stuff only got booked like, midway through june.

and i was talking to my mom about it, kind of trying to nudge some answers out of her, and after a while she went, "yeah, i think they're sending him over here to get away for his boyfriend. see if the distance breaks them off." which, first of all, surprised me because last i checked, they didn't KNOW he had a boyfriend. literally everyone in the family did EXCEPT for them because while that entire side of the family being semi-conservative, his parents (mostly his dad) are EXTREMELY old-fashioned. so clearly something already went wrong. and considering the only reason the rest of the family knew is because one person found out and it spread like wildfire, i have a sneaking suspicion he wasn't the one to tell them, either.

and second of all. they're sending him HERE. to try to make him forget his homosexuality. i couldn't do anything but just wordlessly gesture to the multiple pride flags scattered around my room, then to myself, because really? he has like two other cousins in the us and they're sending him to me? honey i am about to introduce this kid to queer scenes you have never even heard of. he'll be returning home with labels only shrimp can perceive

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

So there’s like 2 main curses in my family one is the Frankenstein curse as I like to call it and basically goes back to my grandmother then my dad then me and only affects one person at a time. Because what it does is that you just get hurt all the fucking time like my grandmother joked that she was the million dollar woman cause of all the surgeries. My father lost vision in one eye, had a bullet in his back, had one of his finger cut off cause of a machine etc. BUT in the Frankenstein curse the person also has a very big pain tolerance. My dad and his finger? He tried to drive his self to the doctor not from shock but because he didn’t want to pay an ambulance. My grandmother? Did everything that the doctors told her not to and lived happily and also past want she should have. But now that they have passed I have the Frankenstein curse and almost have scars everywhere from random ass stuff but still gets back up. I have brunt my self so many times but still do it. Have gotten a rock thrown from a lawnmower to the leg, cut myself with a can cause I wanted peaches really bad and couldn’t wait, lost vision twice in one eye, etc. the Frankenstein curse is real and is coming after me

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.