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idiot-mushroom · 11 months
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alr i know how a lot of ppl say ‘nah let him get killed’ (which I totally agree with he deserves to burn) but let’s be honest even when a parent is super shitty, it’s scary to imagine a world w/o them, since they are one of the pillars of your existence especially when you still live with them and are a minor who can’t afford shit with three other siblings.
also after math of this arc below 👇
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he very much didn’t know
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ilovemilfsthings · 6 months
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──── ✰࿒࿎྇ ༃࿐ ‘meet the character’
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ೃ࿐ ANGEL TARGARYEN prologue of her life
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« laughing on the outside, crying on the inside »
… … … angst ; shit parenting ; i love angel sm
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༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ANGEL was the youngest child of viserys & alicent. for almost all of pregnancy, viserys hoped that it would be another boy, all kings always wish for healthy sons that could eventually replace him after his death and become a good king. but unfortunately, alicent gave birth to a girl. it’s hard to have a good relationship with your father when he didn’t want you from the moment you were in your mother's womb, im right? anyway, the first years of angel’s childhood were okay, the alicent seemed to care about her, and viserys didn’t mind having her by his side almost all the time. but it all dramatically changed when she turned eight. then her father started to expect more and more from her, even the things that no eight-year-old could do, but he wanted all the best for angel, didn’t he?
then she started to grow up, and nothing changed, it only got worse. she cannot remember one day without fighting with them, mostly with her dad. it seems like he finds it entertaining to try angel’s limits, but she never shed a single tear in front of him, she didn’t want to give him satisfaction. the worst part of these days were moments when he acted like nothing happened; he didn’t care about her mental health. let’s be honest, in this world, it doesn’t matter. 
but it wasn’t only viserys who slowly ruined his daughter. maybe alicent wasn’t like her husband, and she never screamed at angel, but she also let him humiliate her youngest daughter in front of everyone. she never checked on her, and when she ran to her chamber, she didn’t do anything. she would just close her eyes and sigh with sadness, but she wouldn’t tell her husband anything. 
angel seems to hate her parents, but deep inside she was still a little girl who wanted her parents to love her, hug her and tell her that everything going to be okay. 
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✧. ┊so this is kind of sad ‘prologue’ of angel’s history. i wanted to start it like this. you guys can give me ideas with who you wanted me to pair angel with, because i have not idea for this (firstly i thought about aegon, but idk) I would write series and just random imagines with her, and you also can request some ideas to plot etc. i would definitely needed your help. but i hope that you will like this oc (personally i love her, but you can have different opinions) i think that’s it, bye!
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mahesiyah · 5 months
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Rei and Haruka both have shitty parents that they’ve severed communication with.
You probably already know (at least from the manga) that Rei’s mother passed away when she was really young. Rei despised her father for prioritizing his political career over his family (he couldn’t even be bothered to visit his wife in the hospital just once), and so she decided to live with her grandfather.
In Haruka’s case, her parents couldn’t accept that she was a nonbinary lesbian, and subsequently disowned her, not allowing her to return home. Luckily, Haruka was already dating Michiru by then, and so she started living with her at her apartment.
Sometimes (especially on holidays like Mother’s Day or Father’s Day), Rei and Haruka will meet up and talk to each other about their shitty parents, grieving the unconditional love they should have had during their childhoods, while relishing in the fact that they have found their chosen families.
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amateuraspect · 1 year
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Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.
Bojack Horseman, S5:E6 - Free Churro
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black-out-marker · 6 months
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If you had shitty parents who didn't teach you shit and you can afford it there are actually books on how to like do adult tasks!
I don't know why I never thought of that. I bought a book about basic household stuff, one about some work and housing law stuff and one on first aid/dealing with sickness stuff and I find great comfort in reading those actually.
I actually didn't know alot of this information and it kinda really helps with the shitty feeling of "Well if I don't know something I cannot just ask my dad." 10/10 investment
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actual-corpse · 4 months
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Just remembered the time I was helping someone watch their kids and I got the children to behave through gentle parenting techniques with a much higher success rate than the actual parent who resorted to threats, yelling, and hitting.
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elizabarnes · 7 months
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Anyone with shitty parents, come here. You’re my child now. Wilbur Soot is your father. There are no rules other than common everyday rules like, be respectful of others and be kind, please.
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fiddlepickdouglas · 6 months
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When it's pointed out that you say things like: "I'll be honest with you," "To be honest..." "I'm not gonna lie..." so often and you realize it's because despite being a really good kid, your parents never extended an ounce of trust in you and treated you like a lying, scheming criminal about anything you did out of their sight 🫠
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adharastarlight · 5 months
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mum just compared me to my dad
day ruined
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drifting-bones · 8 months
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i hate feeling like such a fuck up. my own mother will look me in the eyes and tell me she feels like she fucked up, not because i’m mentally ill and traumatized, but because she thinks i’m weird and regrets not being able to force me to be normal. i wish she just treated me like a person for once in my life, i hate being her fucking puppet, she’s such a self absorbed piece of shit
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moonage-gaydream · 1 year
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arcalx · 5 days
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♤ No, because you're not the one who was there when I had my first panic attack.
No, because you're not the one who was there when I was dealing my my ED.
No, because you're not the one was there when I was praying to a God I didn't believe in to "please fix my family. Make us happy so then they would love me" or when it changed to "why?"
No, because you're not the one who was there when I was staying up night after night, crying my eyes out until I completely shut down and went numb.
No, because you're not the one who was there when I had to suppressed parts of me to be better liked
No, because you're not the one who was there when multiple times I could have ended it all and almost did.
No, because you're not the one who was there to help me mourn.
No, because you're not the one who was there when everything fell apart.
No, because you're not the one who was ever there for me.
I was. Me.
You weren't there for anything. You didn't even know. No one knows what I've held myself together through and I'm still trying to figure out what I did it for. Because it sure as hell wasn't for you.
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gaasuba · 2 months
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Disapproval
Miles tells his parents that he's dating Hobie and it doesn't go well.
(another barely started story. But I like what I have and want people to be able to steal it as a writing prompt if they want. Just mention me plz) Ao3 link and tags: Bad Parenting, Disapproving Family, Bigotry & Prejudice, They/Them Pronouns for Hobie
"I'm..." Miles hesitates. He hates how he seems to keep finding himself here, freaking out about a secret he's been keeping from his parents for more than a year and unable to just.... say it already!
"I'm dating... Hobie." He winces, fists clenched in his hoodie pouch, bracing for whatever reactions his parents may have. He had been running countless scenarios in his head, even long before he had decided to tell them, so surely he's prepared for whatever.
There's a long, stunned silence before either speaks.
"No."
His dad's response is.... stupid.
"No? What do you mean 'no?' It's not a question it's what's happening." It takes a lot to keep his body language polite, an effort that is not being reciprocated.
"It's what's about to stop happening," his dad crosses his arms and Miles' heart sinks when his mom frowns and nods along in agreement. No allies. Worst case scenario on that front. That's fine. He can still salvage this.
"Why? What's wrong with Hobie?" he wishes Hobie hadn't insisted on being here. Miles thought it would go smoother if he talked to his parents alone. The compromise was for them to wait in Miles' room, but that meant Hobie would be hearing his parents' unwatched words.
His mom rests a placating hand on his dad's shoulder before speaking.
"Miles," the attempt at being comforting is only more infuriating, "we're glad you have other people like you to support you..."
But...
"but couldn't you date someone... less... violent?"
Violent?
Miles remembers their first kiss, how Hobie had been unable to look at him as they had asked. The words were burned into his mind. "Can I kiss you?" As if they hadn't really been asking 'will you kiss me?' They had waited for Miles to make every first move. Always asked. Always waited. Violent????
"Hobie's not violent." What else was there to say?
"He breaks people's faces with his guitar!" his dad accuses.
"I break people's faces with my fists!" Miles retorts, gesturing to one fist with his other hand. But the mention of the guitar makes Hobie's slow cover of Sunflower come to mind and he lets out a heavy sigh, relaxing slightly. He hadn't realize how much his shoulders had risen.
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I'm glad for all the writings where Miles gets to have wonderful, accepting versions of his parents. But I don't want people to forget the monsters that can hide inside nice people. The road to hell is paved with good intentions . . ****Spoilers**** I intend on things going so badly that Miles has to leave. I don't think Jeff would kick him out tho. ****************
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youraverageventblog · 1 month
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I can’t cook for my life but every time I try to learn I think of the time I was 10 and showed my dad pasta that I was so proud of and he said “Oh my god, now I know why you’re so fat.”
I didn’t eat it.
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imfrom-neptune · 2 months
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Rambly brain dump
I’m probably venting actually idk
Maybe don’t read this I just need to put it somewhere
I don’t think I realized that all the shit that happened just genuinely wasn’t as funny as I thought it was
Like it was happening and I was like “lmao my dad broke in a window tryna get into my house”. But let’s be real. My dad broke in a window tryna get into my house. What?? That happened to me? I was supposed to go to a concert that night. I missed it because I was helping to clean up glass and keep my siblings entertained. My dad broke a window.
I freak out when cars pass by my window and get nervous when people knock in the door cause it reminds me of the night my dad had cops shine lights through our windows at 4am trying to see if we were home. And the stupidest thing is no, my mom wasn’t home. I was alone and I had to be brave and deal with that by myself. Because she stayed out with her boyfriend and was too much of a coward to come back and keep me safe.
I stayed up until 5am packing up and moving and leaving my entire life behind. I live in a little house with a tiny pull out bed and a toy box as a bedside table. I packed my shit up while my mom was throwing away my things and yelling at me for not being able to carry things that were too heavy. I still packed my things and I still ended up in this sad little house and I still left my safe place and I can’t ever go back. That home belongs to someone else. That place isn’t mine anymore.
And this doesn’t even only apply to things that happened during the divorce.
I had to have been like six at most, and my mom had my mouth tapped shut while I cried in a corner.
I’ve been locked out on my front porch at least three times. I was maybe 12.
My mom has been throwing out my things for years. It started with toys when I “misbehaved”, and now it’s things that actually matter to me. She broke into my fucking locker thing just to get into my personal stuff and throw it all away. And then she had the nerve to deny it. She threw away my art because she didn’t like it. She took away the apps I needed to make YouTube videos because she didn’t like them. Everything I’ve ever told her I liked, she’s always found a way to ruin.
When my parents found out I was queer they yelled at me about it for hours. Punished me for it. Told me I could tell anyone I wanted but no one would ever believe me. And y’know what? I told my Opa and he believed me. They’re probably half the reason I was so scared to tell him. But guess fucking what? They were wrong. And now they want me to believe they’re soooo supportive? Fuck that.
In 7th grade I was (for lack of a nicer way to say it-) very suicidal and I struggled slightly with hurting myself. Ofc I didn’t hurt myself in a way that mattered, I don’t even have scars anymore, but regardless. They found out about this, and punished me for that too. I literally wanted to be dead, thought I deserved it, and they grounded me for it. Didn’t help me at all. Just made me feel worse about it. I got myself clean and I made myself want to be alive again. They didn’t do anything for me.
I’ve been hit for things I shouldn’t have been. Sometimes I made the mistake of fighting back. I haven’t been hit since the divorce, cause y’know, they want me to like them. But I used to be hit all the time and I’m now realizing how scary that really is.
I’ve been threatened to have cops called on me. I’ve been threatened to be abandoned. I’ve been threatened to be killed.
I’ve been told straight up that my mother regrets me. Which is the funniest (or, maybe not funniest?) thing because I was literally unplanned. Though my mom refuses to admit it, I did the math, and my dad told me. We all know.
And I guess I just find it easier to play it like a joke. But it’s sorta hit me over the past two weeks that it actually affected me and I actually have problems because of it. It’s not funny. I may have had a childhood full of toys but I also had yelling outside my door at late night hours.
And I just played it as a joke because I didn’t know what else to do. Now it’s too late to be upset about it. It’s all happened and now I’ve gotta grow up and pretend it didn’t. I didn’t get the good parents. And I can’t do anything about it.
and it’s so scary cause if they can fake 20 years of love, what does that say about me? I’m both of them in one. I’m every bad thing they’ve done, put together. I’m a result of those mistakes. Am I designed to be as bad as they are? Cause I desperately want to be nothing like them.
I wish none of this ever happened to me. I remember too much and at the same find half of my memory is blank. I don’t know why I deserved this, and it makes it so hard to believe I didn’t. Why would such bad things happen to me if I didn’t deserve it? I did it all by myself for what reason?
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rainyvandragon · 2 months
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I know must of my stuff is just funny reposts or my own writing...but honestly I just need to get this off my chest.
Trigger warning: casual sexism and emotional abuse
I have been diagnosed with depression and borderline - my mother knows this. My mother is a nurse. My mother knows the symptoms of both my mental health issues.
Today her and I got into a little "disagreement". Essentially one of my drawers broke, my partner fixed it and it fell apart again. He told me he knows the issue and is going to take care of it. My mother took a closer look at it and started bitching about his handiwork.
I told her to stop it and just leave it be, telling her that I was also done being in the constant crossfire. If my boyfriend does or doesn't do something the "right" (her) way she will complain to me. I informed her countless times that she should talk directly to him about those things instead of forcing it onto me first, most of the time even expecting me to play the messager pigeon. I also made it clear to her, that I wanted her to leave the drawer alone until my partner returns from work.
During all of that I was calm, trying to simply show her my boundaries.
She did leave it alone but she continued yelled and complaining even talking about how she was just fixing it and since she bought it (OVER 10 YEARS AGO) she could do whatever. I don't even live with her anymore. Next to her, in a house that she owns - yes. But not in the same house, under the same roof.
I had already a shitty day and was feeling horrible physically. Still don't know why but I almost fainted multiple timea today, not even an hour before my mother started bothering me with this. So I started crying.
I just felt done and scared so I started crying. My mother's reaction? She told me to "stop crying since she is leaving the drawer alone now".
But honestly what hurt the most was her claiming that "people like me are the reason for the term hysterical woman". My mother, who during my mid teen years pick me phase lectured me about the importance of feminism, called me "hysterical" and part of the problem. Because I, someone diagnosed with bpd and depression, started crying after my boundaries were once again disrespected.
And I know that if I or anybody else was to voice criticism she would see nothing wrong with how she acted. She would claim that she simply wanted to help and that I was being childish.
You know what's the worst about it though? She is my good parent.
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