Nothing hurts like understanding that you need to move out but having zero support system
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Uh, random vent. Feel free to ignore. I'm only posting because I don't think any of my friends are available to talk at the moment, and I can't turn to anyone I know irl for shit. Fair warning, my grammar and capitalization are gonna be all over the place.
TW: General biological family issues, severe emotional/verbal abuse, referenced physical abuse [it was rare, dw], slightly implied thoughts of suic!de, sorta heavy language
If you're gonna comment something about how I shouldn't feel this way because I'm "related" to them, or how I shouldn't feel this way because others are dealing with worse, just leave [or get blocked]. I don't need that shit.
I can't fucking take listening to my mom say how I should still love my so-called "dad" because "he's my family". No, he fucking isn't. If he was my "family," he wouldn't have abandoned me for some random women off of the street. he wouldn't be the reason I flinch every time someone raises a hand. he wouldn't be one of the main reasons I can hardly ever believe even a little bit in myself. he wouldn't be the main reasons I feel like a piece of shit whenever I even consider asking anyone for help. he wouldn't have neglected close to every parenting responsibilty possible. he wouldn't have spent every second of his free time on everything BUT me, "his" child--no, I'm not saying ALL of his time was supposed to be devoted to me, I'm just saying that he hardly ever spent any of it in that way.
Yes, I understand that my mom grew up in a household with much more "traditional" views/beliefs on family and parenting, and I get that she's struggling to adapt to the changes in those things, but I wish she wouldn't project it onto me. The most I ever get from her when I vent about anything is an, "I know", "you're too young to be stressed," "you're overreacting/over-sensitive," "I had to do/deal with much more than that at your age and I never bitched about it," or something similarly disregarding and/or degrading. Yes, I know she's trying (?) to help, but it just upsets me.
Oh, here's another one of my favorites: "Your brother went through the same thing, and he didn't complain." I'M NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER. I don't hit or threaten to kill other people's dogs just because they were in the way. I don't call other people stupid just because they can't understand something I said. I don't discriminate against others solely because they're different from me in some way/ways. I'm sorry I'm too young to make all of the money for you that he does. I'm sorry I'm too young to help you as much as he does. I'm sorry I can't function perfectly after a week of no sleep like you claim he does. I'm sorry I accidentally tip things over, even if I don't cause any harm to them at all. I'm sorry I acknowledge that I have rights, even if I'm younger. I'm sorry that I disagree with all of the power he's allowed to have over me. I'm fucking sorry that I don't want him to walk all over me and use me like a personal servant. I'm sorry that I realize that all of you are abusive. I'm sorry that I have my own thoughts and beliefs. I'm sorry I'm not a soft-spoken, blank slate for you to force all of your interests and thoughts on, a mind slave for you to own and have complete control over. I'm sorry I didn't enjoy being your personal therapist for your childhood trauma when I was five fucking years old. I'm so incredibly sorry you didn't listen to the doctors when they told you to abort me.
"The youngest child is always the parents' favorite," my ass. I wish people would stop believing that shit and worshipping it like a religion just because it's what they went through.
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Reign I'm really going to need you guys to pull your shit together for tomorrow's game
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it is hard to explain without sounding vain or stupid - but the more attractive others find you, the more you're allowed to do. the easier your life is.
i have been on both sides of this. i am queer and cuban. i grew up poor. for a long time i didn't know "how" to dress - and i still don't. i make my sister pick out any important outfits. i have adhd in spades: i was never "cool and quiet", i was the weird kid who didn't understand how "normal" people behave. i was bullied so hard that the "social outcasts" wouldn't even talk to me.
i got my teeth straightened. i cut my hair and learned how to style it. i got into makeup. it didn't matter, at first, if i actually liked what i was doing - it mattered how people responded to it. like a magic trick; the right dress and winged eyeliner and suddenly i was no longer too weird for all of it. i could wear the ugly pokemon shirt and it was just "ironic" or a "cute interest."
when i am seen as pretty, people listen. they laugh at my jokes. they allow me to be weird and a little spacey. i can trust that if i need something, people will generally help me. privilege suddenly rushes in: pretty does buy things. pretty people get treated more gently.
i am the same ugly little girl, is the thing. still odd. still not-quite-fitting-in. still scrambling. still angry and afraid and full of bad things. of course it became my obsession. of course i stopped eating. i had seen, in real time, the exact way it could change my life - simply always be perfect, and things can be easy. people will "overlook" all the other things. i used to have panic attacks at the idea others would see me without makeup - what would they think? even for a simple friend hangout, i'd spend a few hours getting ready. after all, it seemed so obvious to me: these people liked me because i was pretty.
i worry about how much i'm being a bad activist: i understand that "pretty" is determined by white, het, cis, able-bodied hegemonies. if i was really an ally, wouldn't i rally against all of this? recently there's been a "clean girl" trend which copies latinx aesthetics: dark slicked-back hair, hoop earrings. i almost never wear my hair like that; i can hear the middle school guidance counsellor advising me that i might fare better if i toned it down on the culture.
the problem is that i can take pretty on and off. that i have seen how different my life is on a day where i try and a day where i don't. i told my therapist i want to believe the difference is confidence, but it's not. and when you have seen it, you can't unsee it. it lives inside your brain. it rots there; taunting. i get rewarded for following the rules. i am punished for breaking them. end of story.
pretty people can get what they want. pretty people can feel confident without others asking where they got their nerve from. pretty people can be weird and different. pretty people get to have emotions; it's different when they get aggressive, it's pretty when they cry with frustration.
of course people care about this. of course it has crawled into you. of course you want to be seen as attractive. it's not vanity: it's self-preservation.
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💫 Steve Harrington's House 💫
So, after this post, I couldn't let go of this house. I decided to rebuild it in The Sims and then I had so much info I felt the need to share it. Other than commenting on some crazy aspects of this mansion, I think it can give some input/ideas for possible scenarios in fanfiction! (for one, I'd like to know what Eddie thinks about half of the features of this house lmao).
My process was: canon information > actual house information > gaps I filled the best I could
Disclaimer: keep on describing Steve's house however you want to!! I'm sharing this in case you wanna be as close to the actual house as possible!
Listings: Zillow | Trulia | Homemetry
Credits: Sticky notes by rawpixel.com | Washi tapes by rawpixel.com | background paper by starline all on Freepik
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