#fatherscurse

[its3-15am]

When he yells at me it's like I forget how to breathe. Suddenly I'm 11 years old again and I'm in my father's house. He's screaming and I'm wailing in tears for him to just stop. Some say the trauma aches in your bones but I believe it always grows from your lungs. A man raises his voice and suddenly you're 10ft under the water and your lungs are giving in. I never knew what it was like not to live with the damage No matter how much I tried to convince myself that I did. -This trauma aches through my bones for the rest of my life; suddenly a man raises his voice and I'm laying on my kitchen floor again. My father's voice echoing through my head. shutup. shutup. shutup

#pain #depressing poem #sorry for being depressing #writers and readers #writer #writers #women writers #writerscreed #poets on tumblr #female poets #traumatic childhood #trauma #emotional abuse #mental illness #neglect #fatherscurse #fathers #families #bipolar disorder #bipolar diaries

[wheelerwinemom]

@fatherscurse @itsbllshit​

“What do you mean, you called him?” Pure confession had spread across Karen’s face as she’d turned around to see her daughter standing on the staircase, but she kept standing in the threshold with Jim just outside the door. Ted was out with Holly and Mike was with his friends – and honestly, Karen had been looking forward to spending some mother-daughter time. 

“Is something going on, are you all right?” she asked Nancy with a frown on her face, immediately worried and glancing back and forth between her daughter and Hop. Why had Nancy called the police? The mother still hadn’t let the man in – but her focus had been solely on her child.

#AYOOOOOO #w. nancy wheeler #w. jim hopper #itsbllshit #fatherscurse #karen x jim x nancy

[byersmom]

If Joyce Byers comes off as a little irritated this morning, well, no one should really blame her. It’s one thing to come home after everything they’ve had to fight through to save her son, knowing things are going to be in a bit of disarray until she gets a chance to get rid of the map of Hawkins still strung across ceilings, floors and walls. But coming to find a strong, putrid smell from somewhere in the kitchen first thing in the morning, and tracking down the source -- a decaying demodog, stuffed haphazardly into her refrigerator -- can’t even stop to make a cup of coffee before she’s flocked to the telephone, frantically dialing the police station’s direct line.

She had to have made at least twenty phone calls by the time he’d even step through the door there. @fatherscurse​​ wouldn’t even be given a chance to pull into the driveway before she’s stomping out her cigarette on the porch and marching right to his side door. Having to wait probably . . . about an hour, according to the watch on her wrist that she anxiously checked every five minutes, it’s done wonders for Joyce’s growing frustration. 

“ Finally, ”  she says pointedly, all but ready to jump down his throat.  “ I’ve been calling all morning, Hop! ”

#fatherscurse #smol n angery <3

[notesfromthequotidian]

Cowards

I haven't talked to my mother

in years. The last time I heard her voice

was on my voicemail. She said

a real man would call his mother,

but I was a coward and always

had been. Both her ex-husbands

were Vietnam vets. The second, Chuck,

beat her on weekends when he'd

get drunk watching war movies.

They lived in a duplex in Beaufort,

South Carolina. Their neighbors cranked

the music whenever she and Chuck

fought usually well after midnight.

Once Chuck wearing only his underwear

chased her into the street

waving a rifle as she screamed

that he was a coward and my father

was a real man because he was a Marine.

Chuck pointed the rifle at her

then lowered it, went inside

and broke my brother's arm.

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[everlightblessing]

@fatherscurse​ asked: “ it’s okay. you can tell me.” ( for chrissy )

                   Pulling on her sleeves until her hands are practically swallowed by them, Chrissy takes a deep breath, looks at her shoes and nods. “I just... I don’t think I can go back home,” she mumbles.

It is wrong, her family must be worried, they had to bury her God knows how many days ago anymore, but the thought of walking back into the judgmental tone in her mother’s voice or her father constantly turning the blind eye to it... “That’s- that’s the last place I saw, before everything went black.”

#fatherscurse #( & misc ) : inbox.

[belasso-archive]

who would be ted’s perfect villager squad tho 😌

okay,     so  after  some  thought,     i  think  ted’s  favorite  villagers  would  be:     antonio,     coach,     dom,     frita,     ketchup,     lucky,      merengue,     molly,     pietro,     and  roald

#fatherscurse #out of character. #they’re just the right vibes

[lcvedriven]

“i already regret going on this trip.” to jimbo 😈

"you're telling me -" telling you, "going to california with your alternate dimension self wasn't on your bucket list?"

#fatherscurse #the thought of them going to pick up joyce's shit from california #( ask box. ) jhop.

[alwaysthesitter]

🌺 Send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful. 🌺

WHAAAAAT. Like seriously whaaaaat. Do you know how long I've been admiring you from afar? Do you know how perfect you are as Hopper? DO YOU KNOW THIS. Right back at you for blog wonderful-ness, because you are just *chefs kiss* and I really can't wait to write together.

#[answered*] #fatherscurse #i have things for you in my drafts #im just sooo far behind

[munsontm]

ツツツツツツ

Send me a ツ if you like the way I portray my muse / ACCEPTING / @fatherscurse

#ooc. ( dumb handsome bitches are my aesthetic. ) #fatherscurse #Ahhhh I've had shit luck with Jim blogs tbh #Idk why #But I'm super hot for ur gym #So this pleases me greatly #Let me love you pls #ALSO THANKS FOR THIS

[its3-15am]

A child should not have to raise a parent. A child should not have to fear abandonment out of the dire need of love from their parents. That is not love. That is torment.

I've forever been praising at the alter of my father's happiness - bruised knees and cut up hands.

Drowning in a pool of my tears I ask God to forgive me.

I've spend My whole life as a sacrificial animal to my father. The blood and guts of my childhood pooling at my heels.

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[arrowloosed]

22

right where you left me / spotify meme / accepting

[ text message to: detective jim hopper. ] help. i'm still at the restaurant.

#this is HILARIOUS goodbye #fatherscurse #ask box.

[imthecleric]

@fatherscurse​ said: “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”

[ x ]

He looked up at the police chief. They had the big three at school today for an assembly on saftey. They had policemen, firemen, and a few EMTs in to show off the cars and the lights. Obviously the firetruck was the best. It was hard to beat the water hose. But he hadn’t expected to be singled out by Chief Hopper.

He swallowed as he tried to figure out what to say. He sunk in on himself making himself smaller. He didn’t want anyone to get in trouble. But he was sporting a cut on his head near his his left eyebrow, a bruise on his jaw, and a few more under his clothes. He tried to hide the bruise on his jaw, but he didn’t have a scarf, and none of his clothes covered it so he just resorted to keeping his chin low. Hopper just apparently had 20/20 vision.

He looked up at the cop, “Uh, no one?” he tried, not sounding too convincing. he didn’t want to lie and say it was a bully because that would lead to a host of problems, and he wasn’t about to tell on his dad because that would lead to a worse host of problems, none of which he wanted to deal with. And Mike was off with Lucas and Dustin asking questions about the radio in the different vehicles, he had been caught as they walked off so he was on his own. He wishes Mike would come to his rescue.

#you get tiny will have fun #answered #meme response #verse: pre season 1 #fatherscurse #tw: child abuse

[recoveringjock]

@fatherscurse​   𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅:   ❛   𝒘𝒉𝒚   𝒊𝒔   𝒊𝒕   𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓   𝒘𝒆   𝒔𝒆𝒆   𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉   𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,   𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆   𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅   𝒊𝒏   𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅? ❜

            steve   can   count   on   one   hand   how   many   times   he's   been   happy   to   see   a   cop   —   this   time   being   one   of   maybe   two   others.   he's   gotten   himself   into   quite   a   unique   predicament   —   how   many   guys   fresh   out   of   highschool   can   say   they've   uncovered   a   secret   russian   spy   base   and   were   subsequently   drugged   and   beaten   to   a   pulp   by   said   spies?   he's   willing   to   bet   an   entire   week's   worth   of   wages   that   he's   at   least   one   of   only   five   people   to   have   done   so.   seeing   hopper   is   a   giant   relief,   because   the   drugs   are   beginning   to   wear   off   and   he's   really   starting   to   feel   the   extent   of   his   injuries   —   particularly   the   brutal   throbbing   of   his   head.   jim's   no   nurse,   but   he'll   definitely   be   able   to   help   him   get   this   goddamn   pain   under   control.   he   has   a   certain   amount   of   respect   for   the   man   that   doesn't   transfer   nearly   as   well   to   other   authority   figures.   he's   seen   what   hopper   is   willing   to   do   to   protect   them   all   —   any   guy   like   that   is   worth   a   warm   welcome   in   steve's   book.   "   i   could   say   the   same   for   you.   you   look   like   shit,   "   he   counters,   words   still   slurring   as   the   fog   in   his   mind   slowly   clears.   "   my   head   is   killing   me.   please   tell   me   you've   got   some   advil   or   something   in   your   pocket.   "

#♔ ⋮ 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁. ━━ interactions. #fatherscurse #hope this is ok!!

[bearchived]

ツツツツ ur beard? *chef kiss*

@fatherscurse​ Send me a ツ if you like the way I portray my muse

maybe  i  will  cry  .  maybe  i  will  .   thank  you  !

#beard's my funky guy ig #fatherscurse

[punchbxckarc]

❝ we’re running out of time here. the world is running out of time. ❞  [  ST S4 starters ;  x  ]

       “   there’s still time.   ”   running  one of earliest && most reoccurring memories she had with jim. they ran. together. since they were 11 years old, they were always running from something. hostile adults shouting about having a smoke in the same little hiding spots they’d use on a good day, corrupt governments trying to shoot or bully them into keeping all their dirty secrets on the bad ones. those repeated run ins had done nothing to lessen the wild thrum in her chest every time she felt the solid pressure of his fingers enveloping hers before they took off. as much as she wanted to wrap herself up in the safety of that feeling for a month after the flight home, now was not the time twist their faces away from the sky that had turned to black && ash over their heads. it hadn’t stopped && neither would she until there not one more second left to fight. there was a stubborn look planted in her dark eyes as she tilted her head up to meet his stare.   “   there’s still time for us finish this. right here. i’m not leaving until I know it’s over, hop.   “

@fatherscurse​

#fatherscurse #st season 4 #spoilers

[vullcanica]

ˢᶦʳ ᵐʳ ʰᵉʳᵒ, @fatherscurse

starter call // open

she  comes  out  to  greet  him  soon  as  she  sees  the  glare  of  headlights  zig-zag  their  way  down  her  personal,  lonely  stretch  of  road.  it's  night  out,  the  gas  station  looks  dark;  lights  оff,  closed  sign  hung,  sally  holding  a  shotgun  out  front.  he's  been  up  her  ass  about  keeping  a  weapon  armed  at  the  station before,  but  she's  no  mess  around  kinda  girl.  fact  is,  it's  been  awfully  handy  tonight  and  she  intends  to  parade  that  fact  in  front  of  him.  wonders  if  he's  in  any  mood  for  amicable  conversation, though.  it's  4  am  all  things  considered,  few  people  have  the  talent.

she  waits  for  the  car  to  park  next  to  her  and  pats  Hop's  roof,  all  sympathetic  like.  grin  on,  like  she  hasn't  called  in  a  10-91v  and  STAT.

❝   hope  you  weren't  sleeping  too  sweetly,  Chief.  got  a  real  doozy  for  you  out  here.  ❝  she  says,  cheeky  about  it.  sure, they've  known  each  other  since  '56  and  she's  got  ample  licence  to  call  him  all  manner  of  Jimmy,  Hop  and  Jimbo  in her opinion, but  Chief  feels  like  the  bigger  jab.  she's  never  let  him  live  it  down  and  she  never  will.

❝  a  live  one  too.  tearing up my walk-in as we speak. ❝

#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 ‒ sally ║ IN CHARACTER #fatherscurse. #not me googling police codes but forgetting to check if they were a thing in the 80s #imagine they are? #10-91v's code for Vicious Animal lol #something something we talked about 'weird-looking dogs' once so have this fhjsjdk #obsessed with them meeting in their youth and giving each other shit ever since