My Nephew
CW: Mentions of mental illness/effects of trauma, nothing descriptive. Tooth-rotting fluff
My nephew. He isn’t a genuine nephew, not in a biological sense, but he is my sibling’s son, so therefore he is.
His bright, colorful, ever-changing hair constantly matching his personality. He is without a doubt one of the most gentle, caring, and loving people I have ever met. He’s willing to give up so much in order to make those around him feel safe and comfortable.
But that came as a price he never should have had to pay.
Growing up was…difficult for him to say the least. It isn’t my place to give any details, but it was, no matter how many times he may deny it to me and his moms.
He has scars mentally and emotional, and those scars open, rehashing memories and feelings from long ago that his brain hid from him. He thinks because of his troubles that we will leave him, or hate him, or be mad at him.
But that couldn’t be further from the truth.
He is so unbelievably loved and cherished that it would make others sick. Just the other day, we were together and he showed me a mug that said something along the lines of, “Best father ever.”
I almost cried.
I thought that with everything he has gone through, that he’d never want to utter the words of someone being his father figure ever again…yet here he was, calling me that. He solidified it the day after when I told him, saying how I’m the closest he’ll get to a dad.
I know that if he ever genuinely called me dad…I wouldn’t be able to stop crying.
With how I’m describing it, many would think that the relationships he has with us cause us pain and strain. There is. But not how you may be thinking.
The strain comes from a place of worry, concern, and love. We hate seeing him how he is now, delicate, fragile, hurting. Every tear that runs across his face, every choking sob, every word of denial and self-hatred. It hurts us all to see it…
But it’s worth it every time we see his smile or hear his laugh, our hearts burst at the sight, because we know it’s one people rarely get to see. It’s worth it every time we hear him say he’s happy, or he feels safe, because we know he’s telling the truth. It’s worth it every time he hugs us because we get to hold him in our arms and push every ounce of love we have to him. It’s worth it to see him get happy and excited when he gets what he wants because he’s a child and he’s finally able to be one with us.
Relationships, especially amongst those who have been hurt, are complicated and difficult. They take effort. To think that any relationship, with any person, will be perfect…is to be arrogant and foolish.
We could have found another person to be our friend, but they would never fit the spot like he does. Everyone fits a general color in the rainbow, but he himself is a specific shade, hue, tint, everything. He brings his own personality and light to our family.
He hides because he thinks he needs to protect us and keep us safe, but we’re ready. We want to go into the dark with him. We want to be there holding the flashlight for him. We want to be his light.
My nephew.
My lil Dino.
Your mama’s baby boy.
We love you, so much.
@firebird-theloser @plusfuckingultra @un-ava-ilable-to-you
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I thought as we entered 2022, got further away from the first waves of COVID and all the horrible things that came with it, life would start to look up. It threw me a few extra curveballs. And let me tell you, grief is complicated. It’s long and weird and doesn’t always make sense, but it’s not your fault that it doesn’t seem to go away or that you’re struggling with it. Human connection is something that makes us human, and without it life is so much less. Grief means you loved someone, and they loved you. I know it totally sucks sometimes, but it will get easier.
I’ve been around this block more than once. And goddamn it hurts, but I know that it’s okay to hurt. And time heals. It may take longer than you want, but you will heal.
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It’s ok if your unsure of who you are.
I love you all so much and will help you out as much as i can, it’s perfectly ok to not understand who you are yet. There is no limit to finding yourself, take as long as you need and you will succeed. Take you’re time and eventually you will understand. Dont push yourself, its ok. I love you seedlings.
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Man, sometimes you just really need a cry. Spilling out those emotions and stress might feel a bit ugly but ahhhhh it feels like you open up a shaken up bottle of soda that needed to be open.
Hopefully I have more time to draw this weekend and finish the one drawing that’s so so close to being completed :)
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Ok, so I understand the fandom has settled on Remus being obsessed with chocolate and that’s not going to change any time soon. However, consider this: James was obsessed with chocolate and introduced Remus to it after his first full moon with James.
So, when Remus gave Harry the chocolate on the train, he was simply returning the favour.
You may cry now.
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it’s interesting to cry while taking a shower. the echoes of my sniffles sound so loud from within the glass, but the downpour of water on my face conceals my tears and the noise. nobody has to know but me and i walk out of the bathroom a new person
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Do you ever wonder if I, as a bimbo, get sad?
The answer is yes! The bimbo can get sad, often even. But not in a Lana Del Ray, cherry coke, cigarettes way…
…nor in a Fleabag, alcoholism, cigarettes-again-but-less-cute way!
Nun huh no way!
That’s too depressing. The only sadness I experience is from not being up to date with fashion, feeling broke and having body image issues. You see, in the end it’s not that sad! It’s just things that women feel all the time ;p
Have a wonderful slay ✨🩷🩵💜
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