#neglectful parent tw

[maelx]

was that andré lamoglia spotted down at the shoreline of east hamptons main beach? must just be, mael couto, the twenty three year old bartender. whenever i hear starry eyed by you me at six it reminds me of them. they are known for being gullible but they make up for that by being amiable. they have been living in the hamptons for twelve years.

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: mael paolo mariano couto ⟶ nicknames: no nicknames, just goes by mael as his name is rather short ⟶ three things he likes: getting high, long walks by the beach, random adventures at three am ⟶ three things he dislikes: chipped nail polish, close minded people, scary movies ⟶ gender: cis male ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 10 ⟶ age: twenty three ⟶ birthday: november 14, 1999 ⟶ zodiac: scorpio sun, aquarius moon, capricorn ascendant ⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed ⟶ eye color: brown ⟶ hair color: light brown ⟶ piercings and tattoos: a cartilage piercing on his right ear, a small hoop piercing on his left earlobe, the name ‘mariano’ tattooed on his inner right bicep ( father’s name, also one of his middle names ), a small surfboard tattoo on his left ankle ( click here ) ⟶ languages spoken: portuguese ( brazilian portuguese, also native tongue ), spanish, and english ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic ⟶ place of birth: joão pessoa, brazil ⟶ last five songs listened to: cabeça voando by raí saia rodada & xand avião, vitamin c by can, honey, there’s no time by feng suave, você de mim não sai by luan santana, closer to the sun by slightly stoopid ⟶ five aesthetics: a beat up surf board, encouraging people to make the stupidest decisions known to mankind, smudged eyeliner, walking into a room and forgetting what you were going to do, a soft smile that can warm the coldest of hearts ⟶ character inspo: eric effiong from sex education, maxxie oliver from skins u.k, simon eriksson from young royals

background story ;

it was valentine’s day in brazil for boyfriend and girlfriend mariano couto and mael dos santos. several drinks and joints later and mael and his twin sister are ( quite literally ) conceived. his parents are fifteen years old and have no idea what they’re doing

! tws for labor complications, death ! fast forward nine months, and mael and his twin sister are born. unluckily, his mother was so young and not at all ready to have a child, let alone two, so she had several complications during birth, which, unfortunately, resulted in her death. with this, mariano named his first born son after his mother without thinking about it twice, leaving his daughter’s name for his own imagination ( hint hint, wanted connection! )

he now had to take care of two babies all by himself, while he was basically a child as well. needless to say, he acted a lot more like mael’s older brother rather than his father

they had a place of their own which maels’ father inherited from his mother ( or mael’s grandma ), but even with a paid off house, and a hefty inheritance, mariano blew most of his money on vices, mostly alcohol and weed

since he could remember, mael could identify the smell of weed and alcohol clear as day. still, despite his demons, mariano wasn’t exactly a bad father  –  he was just a young one who didn’t get a chance to live his life because he had kids before he was even legal

that didn’t change the fact that mael grew up around all these… influences. his father’s friends’ were certainly characters, asking him to go buy them beer when he was just a kid ( fyi, this is a thing in south america lmfao ), lighting up cigarettes for them during movie nights, and even learning to roll perfect joints by the time he was seven. he grew up surrounded by things any average kid wasn’t surrounded by, which greatly influenced the person he would become

the attention he lacked at home, he tried to regain at school. terrible grades, an attitude, that kid that talked back to the teacher, literally cut off a girls ponytail once because ‘her hair was on my desk and it was annoying me’… you get the idea. he was that kid your parents begged you not to hang out with. teachers thought he was the devil, but in reality, he just wanted attention, to feel validated in someway, even if it was in all the negative ways

and one day, when he’s barely eleven years old, his father barges into the house screaming excitedly ‘i won the mega-sena, i won the mega sena!’ ( mega-sena is basically the brazilian lottery ). the first thing he does is buy a bunch of weed and alcohol, and the next thing he does is sell their house and most of their belongings and travels with his son and daughter. they go to the states, europe, just about anywhere you can think of, and after all that’s done, they settle in the states

mael struggles a lot at first ( mostly with the language ), but eventually, it becomes his home. they buy a real nice house by the beach, and his school is a lot nicer than his old school in brazil

it’s around this time that his father starts seeing this woman that would soon become mael’s step mother, not to mention a woman who would show up in all his nightmares to come

mael does like her at first. she always buys them food, she smells nice, and she appears to make his father really happy  –  what more could he ask for in a step mom? however, things take a swift turn

! tws for molestation, general inappropriate relationships for the next two bullets, please proceed with caution or skip over this if you’re triggered ! and one day, when it’s just her and mael home alone, his father and sister out doing god knows what, she wanders into his room and suggests they play a game. one thing leads to another and before mael knows it, her hands are down his pants and she’s kissing him. honestly, he kind of? doesn’t know what to do. it makes him feel super uncomfortable and unsafe but it just happened out of the nowhere and it was very random so he kind of just? sits there, traumatized, scared, and before he knows it, his father and sister are walking through the front door. he was twelve years old when this happened

it happened a couple of other times after that, all the times they were alone, and all the times she repeatedly told him that they would never believe him if he said anything, so despite wanting to tell his father what happened, he never did. in fact, mael never told anyone what happened, practically buried it into the grave, deep inside his ‘childhood traumas’ folder. in all honesty, he felt trapped. not only was this woman the reason they had citizenship in the states now, but she also appeared to make his father very happy, so instead of speaking up about it how he should have, he began hanging out with his friends a lot, practically never coming home at one point because she didn’t make it feel like home  –  she made it feel like hell ! end of tws !

his pre teen to early teen years is when he began trying just about everything. alcohol, weed, cigarettes, before he began getting into heavier stuff around his sophomore year of high school. to be clear, his friends weren’t bad influences, he was. they didn’t encourage him to do bad things, it was the other way around. he went out so much, he practically lived on the streets or at the houses he was staying over that night. he had a tight knit grouo of friends, but the truth is that mael wasn’t very well liked by a lot of people. he was bullied by most who weren’t in his circle of friends and was usually taken advantage of ( he’s simply too nice to say no ). this is what caused mael to drop out of high school at the age of seventeen, in his senior year

he’s always been a very artistic person, really into drawing and painting and anything involving arts and aesthetics. it showed in the way he dressed, spoke, and carried himself. he loves to draw, paint, but he considers his artistic talents a hobby

again, he dropped out of high school on his senior year, never looked back. he lived with his father for a while before he eventually became a bartender and raised enough money to have his own place. it’s a small, cozy apartment with paintings he’s drawn all around the walls. mael’s father has surprisingly invested the money he won really well. but mael doesn’t want to rely on his father for his own expenses

mael tends to just crumble up his childhood traumas tbh just? doesn’t talk about it. it never happened. definitely didn’t lead him to making all the stupid decisions he’s made today  –  nope, not at all

he’s pretty gay, came out when he was fifteen years old through a social media post with the caption ‘let’s get one thing straight, i’m not’. his father and his sister are probably the most supportive of him

he’s not the type of person you can come to when you want to be talked out of doing something stupid. odds are he’ll say ‘that’s so dumb haha... do it!’ will legit drive you to do the stupid thing, doesn’t have the best judgment and definitely trusts people too easily ( explains why he gets fucked over so much )

he has a bearded dragon he named jake long ( the last american dragon he said ). he also has a shih tzu named pawarotti

he really wants other people’s approval. in fact, he craves it. call it his upbringing or whatever, but mael just wants to be good enough for somebody, anybody really. he’s a huge hopeless romantic, falls in love with any cute guy that gives him the minimal attention, then gets upset when they don’t feel the same thing for him. he’s a dreamer. wants to get married, white picket fence, all that jazz

i’m gonna end this here because i don’t want it to be too long, but below is his birthchart and some headcanons for some extra tea!

headcanons ;

he loves the beach, makes it his business to go back to brazil or even california at least once every two months. he loves to surf. something that he genuinely enjoys with no catches

surprisingly? a vegetarian, with thoughts to become a vegan real soon. he loves animals a whole lot and has been a solid vegetarian for over three years now. he started off a pescatarian, made his way towards vegetarian, and eventually wants to be vegan. his father claims he’s a ‘fake brazilian’ as meat consumption in brazil is huge, but mael just can’t do it

he loves music in portuguese. his first ever genuine gay crush was luan santana, a brazilian musician. mael basically loves him. has met him three times and has the fattest crush on him, would drag his father to attend his concerts with him because no one else wanted to go with him

mael can be very sensitive. honestly, don’t be mean to him because he might just go home and cry about it later. he basically remembers any mean thing anyone has ever said to him, needs therapy for sure, but will probably never attend

he loves painting his nails. his favorite colors to paint them are red and orange, he also has a thing for rings, has at least two rings on each hand because he likes the way they look

birthchart ;

#hhq:intro #mentions of molestation tw #drug use tw #neglectful parent tw #idek #i didnt proof read so there might b a bunch of spelling errors sjkfnvjkdnfv

[pain-is-my-game]

Parents really do traumatize you and then force you to reparent yourself instead of being a capable human being who can contribute to society like a normal person. Sorry I can't get a well paying job right now I'm trying to learn coping mechanisms.

#i will never care if you reblog #vent #tw vent #cw vent #parentification #toxic parents #emotional trauma #trauma #childhood trauma #trauma coping #childhood emotional neglect #eldest daughter syndrome #eldest daughter #parentified child #childhood neglect #thoughts to throw into the void

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Loser Baby

So the thing is, tonally John Constantine is probably not a great match for Danny in lighter funnier fics

Don’t get me wrong, John can have his lighter moments, especially in crossovers, and he’s got a sense of humor

But

Hellblazer lore is dense and weird, but more importantly it’s DARK

Like, extremely

John is a deeply traumatized man, people around him get hurt, he spent three years inpatient at a psychiatric facility. There’s a story line where he’s a homeless alcoholic who makes friends with a rent-boy and shows a grim reality of life on the street, substance abuse, addiction, and sex work. It also ends with John’s demon blood eating the face off of the King of Vampires who happens to look like James Dean

That’s not even getting into the serial killer plot or the multiple trips to hell

Sins of the Father involves John being forced to confront the soul of his father in hell, a man who was terribly abusive and blamed John for the death of his mother who died while giving birth to him, which given information revealed during this comic turns out to be very misplaced.

However, makes him a good fit for a “Jack and Maddie are Bad Parents” fic, and/or a dissection fic

And it would basically play out like “Loser Baby” from Hazbin Hotel

Because it is a shitty situation. Coming to terms with neglect, the trauma of them rejecting him for an aspect of himself he can’t change Phantom Planet does not exist and the emotional and physical trauma of a dissection, and then being homeless and having to find a way to survive on his own

But John can empathize and understand

His own trauma may be different but he gets it, can relate to it, and can say “mate, situation is fucked to all hell but you don’t need to be alone because of that”

And that’s not even getting into the trauma of dealing with supernatural weirdness, which frankly they would both understand pretty well

Just two traumatized people bonding and saying “yes, we may be damaged goods, but we’re not broken and we aren’t alone”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #danny fenton #writing #writing prompt #bad parents jack and maddie #tw abuse #tw neglect #but do you see my vision?? #two traumatized people bonding #they may be damaged but they aren’t broken #Youtube

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

Friendly reminder that "I bought you nice things", "I gave you food and a roof over your head" and "I've never hit/physically hurt you" does not justify emotional abuse, neglect or parentification.

And if when being confronted they make you feel guilty and get defensive and passive aggressive saying some variant of "Oh well I must've been such a terrible parent!" and tell you how they bought you nice things for your birthdays and how your basic needs were met, that does not make your feelings and trauma invalid. You're not a bad person or ungrateful for feeling hurt.

#tw mentions of abuse #c ptsd #parental abuse #neglect #emotional neglect #parentification #tw parental abuse

[meanderingm]

"People ignore that Turo/Sada neglected Arven just because they loved him in the end" No. I revel in it. I live for the tragic beauty of love not lost to the void but lost on its path. I adore stories of a child who felt unloved realizing that they were adored so much that their parent tried to give them the world and in doing so forgot to give them themselves. The graceful pain of a well-intended heart, golden at its core yet covered in muck and grime and too far out of reach to ever be polished clean again. I find joy in stories of closure, of a character finding out that they can let go of their past pains and find something else, something to clothe their broken heart in that is not made of the barbed wire of grief and loneliness. Turo/Sada's love for Arven was true and warm like the sun, but only ever visible to him as a cold and distant star.

#pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #professor turo #professor sada #arven #tw neglectful parent

[punkstylerecovery]

Generally speaking, your parents often owe you a lot more than you're taught to believe. A lot of people are raised to believe that parents do not really owe you that much beyond food and shelter and that's not true. In fact, you can have parents who give you food, shelter, patience and kindness and STILL deserve more from them.

By being your parents, they've accepted a very special relationship and amount of responsibility for you. Do you know how many people I know whose parents have never genuinely apologized to them? How many people’s parents physically hurt them, how many people’s parents mock their insecurities, how many people’s parents don’t care for their children’s health, how many parents make their children (intentionally or otherwise) want to die? 

And so many people don’t give a fuck. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not treat us to respect our parents in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t deserve shit. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not teach us to “respect our parents” in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t really deserve shit. It varies but its so common that lots of people don’t even think twice about it. 

But children DO deserve more than they’re generally given. So much more! And so many things that are literally just abusive are considered normal parenting all around the world and that’s vile, especially considering children are the most severely affected by this and have no “societal power” to wield to put a stop to it beyond what they can scramble together through a combination of sheer determination, shock value, strength and fucking luck. 

Not to sound radical, but I think we owe children a fuck ton more than they’re being given now and I think people need to learn so much more about abuse and how that ties into the common underplaying of what we’re owed in parent/child relationships. 

#parenting #Abuse #Tw abuse #child abuse tw #tw verbal abuse #tw suicide mention #Depression #Neglect tw #Parental Neglect #punkstyle #physical abuse tw #childcare?? #dunno what else to tag this #whatever

[furiousgoldfish]

I'm going to sit down and try to explain this with patience, to everyone who still thinks calling out narcissistic abuse is 'ableist' or 'dehumanizing to the narcissists', and that abuse is something we're all equally capable of.

I don't think you understand what narcissistic abuse is, or how it differs from the other kinds of abuse. We can agree that all and any abuse is damaging, traumatic and scarring, but narcissistic abuse is so extremely pervasive, hidden, strategic and unbelievable, to the point where I can't honestly tell it's something any regular human would be capable of. And even more than this, the survivors of this particular type of abuse have found it extremely, extremely difficult to figure out they've been abused, even when they've been put through extreme, devastating, and absolutely dehumanizing scenarios. Realizing that your loved one is a narcissist requires your entire world to break down, and every piece of your heart shatters in the realization, and it takes months, even years to accept it.

The only way we can possibly figure it out is to connect the patterns. And patterns of the narcissistic abuse are focused on erasing one's own sense of self, one's perspective and ultimately, complete control over someone's emotions and behaviours. This is often done from early on, the grooming process starts at age zero, your value, worth and usefulness is determined by them, and you cannot wrangle yourself free from it on your own, not without someone confirming to you that you've been held captive, that your free will has been taken a long time ago.

Unfortunately, I have to give some examples, because I don't think it can be explained otherwise. When I was 2 years old, a narcissistic person found it a nuisance to watch over me, and they beat me up every time I disobeyed. I was a toddler. Then they proceeded to convince me that I was a demon, and would burn in hell regardless of what I do for the rest of my life. I've been brainwashed by this person to believe I was not a human being, had no human rights, that it was correct and regular for me to be locked up, beaten, and that it was my fault every single time, even when I did all that was asked of me. This person then had me comfort them after they would beat me, because it was a stressful experience for them. I wasn't allowed to cry. I would be beaten for making a face expression they didn't like. It was random and unexplainable.

Another narcissistic person created a game where they would give me wrong instructions for a task, then torture me when I did exactly as they instructed me to. It got to a point where I would beg them to tell me what to do correctly, and they would respond with a laughing 'you should be old enough to know this' and they would be even happier to beat me up and scream at me for getting it wrong. This person not only threatened to kill me regularly, but often made me believe I was in my last few seconds of life, putting me in position where I believed I was about to die. They forced me to work for them in unsafe conditions, heavy physical jobs, where I was not allowed to say I'm tired, not allowed to cry, and even after I'd do everything, they would still tell me I didn't deserve to eat. I was a child. I didn't think for a second I was being abused. I was already brainwashed to believe that everyone else had it worse, and that I was lucky.

I had no identity besides existing for them, I had no free will except to try and make myself into something they could use, and if I didn't do a good enough job, I'd be ostracized. They loved beating me, screaming at me and making me cry, and then they'd leave me in a room crying without being allowed to make any noise, while they laughed in the room next to me, as a family, loudly so I could hear what a great time they were having. They would treat other children gently in front of me in order to try and make me jealous. They would revise every part of what they did to me if I ever tried to bring it up. I wasn't allowed my own perspective, opinion, or complaint. I wasn't even allowed to remember the abuse correctly. I would be locked in a room and questioned and punished if my opinions weren't to their liking.

I don't believe this is something anyone is capable of doing. I don't believe anyone of us is capable of torturing a kid until the kid begs to be killed. I don't believe most of us are capable of erasing a child's point of view, their reality, their humanity to the point where the child is forced to live a life where they will either comply or be killed, and they will be tortured no matter what. This isn't a regular thing that a person can easily do.

Luckily, us who have been through this, have noticed that there is a specific pattern to their behaviour. That they use almost identical phrases with which their invoke guilt, fear and hopelessness. That they can go frighteningly fast from rage to laughter to acting hurt. That they enforce their will over ours with a specific type of terror that triggers both our survival instincts and our compassion and shame. That we've been groomed by them in an almost identical way - to not believe that we're allowed our own feelings, memories, opinions, point of view, or freedom. That we have learned to exist only to be an extension of them.

We also all noticed that we're all absolutely, beyond terrified of them, and that we don't feel we're allowed to say it, or think it. That we're taught by terror to keep believing that they're good people, that they do none of it on purpose, not even the most extreme, insane, egregious abuse. That they will go to any length, even committing more atrocities, to escape accountability. That they use tactics of darvo, gaslighting, double-bind, planting insecurities, triangulating, future faking, discarding, love bombing, mirroring, smear campaigns, projection, scapegoating, silencing, throwing tantrums, victim playing, like it's in their second nature. That they're genuinely, absolutely terrifying and almost unreal in how far they're capable of going. And most of all, that they are dangerous, and capable of completely turning another human being into their puppet, and never think for a second that it might be wrong. To them, we are nothing more but toys to manipulate, control, and discard. We are disposable. There is no limit to what they can do to us, because to them, we are not alive. They would do to us what normal people wouldn't do to a corpse. And they feel superior for it.

People abused by narcissists from early age are likely to develop the most complex and extreme disorders, complex ptsd and dissociative identity disorder being some of them, because that's what it takes to survive being a child and existing next to a narcissist. This means that small children need to be shattered in pieces in order to please the narcissist. Others that are very common are eating disorders, anxiety, depression, paranoia, avoidant personality disorder, panic disorder, and compulsions to cater to everyone's needs, to the point of our own destruction. This is what they make of us, on purpose, in order for us to be of use to them. And they will forever insist it's their right.

When I'm saying the word 'narcissist', I am not referring to 'anyone diagnosed with npd', I am referring to a person who will do this to a child, and insist on doing it for the rest of the child's life. I am writing it because I don't want children to have to live like this forever. I am not aiming to dehumanize the narcissist, their actions show who they are, I am saying, be careful and aware that this person will dehumanize you. That you are disposable to them. That making you feel good in order for you to like them, is a game to them, and one they're very good at. That playing the victim at you and demanding justice, will easily manipulate you into standing against the victims of abuse and talking down to them for 'dehumanizing their abusers', and being 'ableist to the npd', after being tortured past the point of return by those people.

A lot of us are permanently damaged by what's been done to us. We are not asking for justice. We're not asking for revenge. We are asking to be safe. We're asking for this to stop. We're asking for children not to be left alone with people who are dangerous to this level. We're asking you to understand that a narcissist left alone with a child means a child in danger.

It's common to not be aware just how bad it can go, because we think that most humans know not to torture a child. We believe that nobody would do things to children that narcissists do. If you read the stories of the survivors, you'll find out what actually happens behind closed doors. The themes of torture, dehumanization, sexual abuse, brainwashing, violence, and extreme cruelty are common, even towards toddlers.

I need you to not attack those children when they grow up and say they no longer want to be around narcissists. I need you to understand that they know what they're talking about when they say it's not safe, that they want to be protected. The society already failed to protect them at their most vulnerable, and they had to make it alive by their wits alone. And now you won't even let them speak without attacking them? It's inexcusable.

If you want to know about the narcissists, read what their victims have gone through. Then make a judgment on whether we're allowed to speak, and whether it's worth warning others to hold caution. I've heard and read stories of narcissistic parents sex-trafficking their own child, holding them captive and locked up and convincing them it's right to do this, using brutal punishments to 'train' them into inhumane slave-like behaviour, keeping the children in state so terrified the children wished they were dead. And in all those cases, they still convinced the children to love their parents, and to never blame them for any kind of abuse. Yes, even in the sex-trafficking cases.

Fighting for those children to realize that they didn't deserve that, is the only correct thing to do. Fighting to help them realize they're in danger, and that they deserve safely, it's not only right but extremely necessary, it's what we all should be putting all of our energy into.

Wanting to keep others safe will never be wrong. Wanting to protect those who still have their identity, their sense of self, their undamaged humanity, their free will and their point of view, that's worth fighting for! And above all, those who already lost it all, need to be protected. We cannot allow for already badly wounded people to be dehumanized over and over again. Nobody deserves that.

#narcissistic abuse #tw child abuse #tw child trafficking mention #narcissistic parents #toxic parents #psychological abuse #taking children's identity and self perception #to train them into personal toys and disposable puppets #while neglecting the children to the point where children don't realize they have the right to feelings #or even to exist without the parent's approval #devastating abuse #abuse

[girlyteengirl16]

i don’t need therapy i need them to die

#mortal enemies #i hate my parents #fuck you #childhood neglect #trauma #tw depressing stuff #tw sh destructive behaviour #intrusive thinking #child neglect #female rage #repressed anger #anger issues #mental abuse #mentally unstable #stress

[nmolesofadrenaline]

#abuse survivor #toxic family #emotional abuse #dysfunctional family #toxic mom #toxic parents #ptsdlife #ptsd awareness #ptsd recovery #childhood ptsd #actually ptsd #ptsd vent #complex ptsd #ptsd #tw abuse #childhood neglect #cw neglect #neglectful parents #child neglect #emotional neglect #parental neglect #tw neglect #abandoment issues #abandoned #mommy issues

[idiot-mushroom]

To Be Quiet

pick wisely

#remember you 🫵 wanted this #tmnt #tmnt au #my au #teenage turtle ninja mutants #tmnt iteration #child abuse tw #emotional neglect #emotional abuse #emotional abuse tw #emotional abuse cw #bad parenting #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt splinter #comic #my comic #angst angst angst

[letteriwillneversend]

having parents that are nothing more than unfriendly strangers wearing familiar voices that say familiar things makes you wonder if there was ever any such thing as home.

it makes you wonder what it might be like to have a bad day and have someone you can call or talk to. what it might be like to have someone you can to for advice or comfort. what it might be like to have a shoulder or lap you can finally rest your head on. what it might be like to have a bowl of cut fruit that spells out unconditional love.

some days i find myself looking for home even when i don’t know what to look for.

#heartbreak #i'm just so tired #orphan #angst #journal #my thoughts #my writing #letters i will never send #abusive parents #tw: abuse #abusive household #distant parents #emotionally exhausted #emotional neglect #where is home and is it mine #what’s that one quote that’s like #i need a mother a father some older wiser being to talk to

[a-sip-of-milo]

Me: My childhood wasn't that bad!

My therapist after hearing me tell her about the time my parents trashed my room, threatened to physically assault me and refused to let me see anyone outside of the house as punishment for "stealing something", only to find the supposed stolen object in their own bedroom several hours later:

#tw childhood abuse #ptsd #actually ptsd #childhood trauma #npd safe #trauma #emotional neglect #childhood abuse #parental abuse

[pain-is-my-game]

One of the worst realizations that I have ever made is realizing that all I ever wanted was to be loved by my parents. I never would've turned out like this if they just loved me unconditionally.

#i will never care if you reblog #vent #tw vent #cw vent #eldest daughter syndrome #eldest daughter #parentified child #parentification #toxic mom #cw toxic relationship #toxic parents #toxic mothers #toxic mother #toxic family #toxic father #toxic relationship #childhood neglect #childhood trauma #childhood emotional neglect #emotional trauma #trauma coping #trauma #wanting to be loved #i wanna be loved #sad thoughts #eldest sibling syndrome #eldest sibling #eldest sister #toxic thoughts #thoughts to throw into the void

[i-am-a-fan]

Ever wonder how Redson got their accent? ... 

Never let me and @northstarx-of-the-night talk for a long period of time...

Transcript under the lines:

Mk: Hey Redson? I’ve been wondering, how did you get your accent? 

Mei: Mk has a point... no-one else in your family has an accent.

PIF: Your mother is plotting, so... here’s your educational show. Don’t bother me. 

RS: The answer is too much for your pathetic mortal minds... 

Mei: pshhhhh sure. 

#She doesnt even watch the show #lmk red son #lmk #lmk mk #lmk fanart #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #qi xiaotian #lego monkie kid #lmk comic #my art #DBP are bad parents #tw neglect #speck art

[too-much-tma-stuff]

The Drs. Fenton Crash a Funeral

This is a deleted scene from Neither Gone Nor Forgotten where Jack and Maddie aggressively crash Danny’s funeral. I decided it didn’t fit the vibe I wanted.

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“We’re here today in remembrance of Danny Phantom, a brave young man lost to soon in the line of duty. He never should have had to-“ Batman started before he was interrupted by a loud crash. Before he could think he had a weapon in his hand, and to his shock so did both Jazz and Valerie, what looked like a taser and gun pointed towards the sound.

“Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?! I didn’t tell you this was happening for a reason!” Jazz insisted and Batman felt anger flare in his gut, as if he wasn’t already angry that they’d BROKEN ONE OF THE ANTIQUE STAINGLASS WINDOWS WHEN THERE WAS A PERFECTLY GOOD DOOR!

“Eat lead ghost!” Jack said as the weapon in his hand made a sound like it was charging. Batman blinked and tensed more, ready to dodge since the weapon was pointed at him!

“Technically it’s not lead but-“ Maddie started to correct before Jazz and Valerie both jumped into action. Jazz sprinted forward shoving the fun down so it was pointing at the floor and shocked her father who made a comical sound and collapsed, Jazz kicked the dropped weapon away from him. At the same time Valerie swept Maddie’s legs out from under her, she wasn’t expecting it and fell, her eyes widening behind her goggles as Val planted her feet and levelled the gun at her.

“Get out! Go home! I didn’t tell you about the funeral how did you even find out?! You-.. Did you bug my phone!?” Jasmine demanded of her mother.

“We just wanted to make sure you were safe sweetie and it’s a good thing we did! Danny is our Son! Our boy and if his body was found it should have been returned to us right away!” Maddie insisted while Jack was still laying on the ground dazed.

“No! He didn’t want that, he left instructions for his body and he didn’t want it to be burned which is why I didn’t invite you! I knew you’d pull something like this! Because your obsession with ghosts always outweighs out wellbeing!” Jazz yelled.

“Sweetie, that’s not fair! We-“

“NO! You listen to me! Your obsession with science is all encompassing and Danny and I always got lost in the shuffle! You  just wanted us to be ghost hunters like you and you never cared about who we actually were. You never should have had kids and congratulations! Now you don’t! Because Danny is dead,” her voice choked up, she finally blinked and it sent tears down her cheeks. “Danny is dead and this is my last straw! You didn’t come to morn your son you came to steal his corpse so you could fuel your fucking obsession! I’m not coming home for Christmas now, lose my number I never want to hear from you again. Now GET OUT!”

The heroes had been about to intervene when the two girls stepped up and it seemed they’d unanimously decided to hang back to let Jazz say her piece. Now that she was done a Superman moved in, grabbing them both by the collar of their shirts and dragging them up before Jack (who’d finally recovered enough to try and speak) could get any words out. Maybe some day they would realize what they’d done and what they’d lost, but apparently it wouldn’t be today.

#Maddie and Jack are bad parents #maddie fenton #jack fenton #Danny fenton gets a funeral #batman #dc x dp crossover #tw neglect #superman #he's barely there but he's there #valerie grey

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Scars

TW for Child Abuse of all kinds

Steve waits until they’ve been dating for six months before he works up the courage to talk about the scars. 

He isn’t exactly sure why he waited until the six month mark. Maybe six months felt like long enough that it was appropriate to ask. Maybe six months meant that Eddie wasn’t just going to up and leave. Maybe six months of waiting was all Steve could stand. 

There’s only five of them. Five perfect circles on Eddie’s top left shoulder blade, dark against his boyfriend’s pale pale skin. They’re almost evenly spaced apart, like someone took the time to think about the placement. Like where they were mattered. 

They’re in bed when Steve asks. Eddie is lying on his back, and Steve is lazily trailing his fingers up and down his spine, watching with fascination as Eddie’s entire body becomes mush under his fingertips. He lets his hand drift up to the place where they are, gently putting his hand flat over the scars. 

His palm covers them all up, and if he left it there forever, it would be like they never existed. 

Maybe that would be better. 

Steve doesn’t want to ask. He doesn’t feel like he has the right to, but he asks anyway. He asks despite knowing what they are, and despite already knowing who put them there. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure that out. 

“Who?” 

Eddie doesn’t answer, not at first. He doesn’t tense up like Steve expected him to, or even pull away. 

He just lies there, his eyes a million miles away. 

“You know who,” 

Steve knows. He can see it in the way Eddie watches Hopper like a hawk when he’s drinking, in the careful quiet kinship that’s shared between his boyfriend and Jonathan. Steve knows, because he notices everything about Eddie. There isn’t anything that’s hidden anymore, and he thinks sometimes that maybe that’s not such a good thing. 

Maybe Steve knows too much. 

Eddie tells him anyway. 

“I’m honestly kind of happy I have them. Having those meant I never had to go back. It was enough for Wayne to get to keep me. They were good, because there was finally something I could show people. Something that made it all real, you know?”

Steve knows. He can see it in the way Wayne watches over Eddie, always clocking everyone around his boy to make sure they aren’t a threat. Steve knows, because Wayne told him. He said that if Steve ever hurt his son (not his nephew, his son) then there would be nowhere safe on Earth for him to run to. 

Wayne didn’t need to worry that much. Steve would let Vecna break his body in half before he ever did anything to hurt Eddie. 

“What about you?” 

Because Steve has scars too, and Eddie knows about them. 

Steve has a crooked one up his left leg from the time he fell off his bike when he was first learning to ride it. There’s a starburst on his wrist from the place where it broke when he fell wrong on the court too. 

There's a soft faint scar that runs over his right temple from his first fight with Billy, a pinprick one behind his left ear from the Russians. There are scars all up and down his back, a red ring around his neck, and two long nasty gashes living on his sides. Steve is scarred from head to toe. 

But none of them are from his dad. Not like Eddie. 

Steve couldn’t even imagine his father putting a hand on him. Even at his maddest, John Harrington never ran hot. His fury was cold, calculated. Sharp pointed words that stabbed through his son’s chest, or frosty silences that made Steve wish he was dead. 

His father had never needed his fists to make a point. 

He wonders what it would be like to have just one. If that crooked scar up his leg was because his dad pushed him to the ground, or if his wrist had been broken at home instead of in the gym. 

He hates himself for wanting to be hit. For needing a single physical reminder, something to show for all the years of pain. For desiring something, anything, to represent the way his parents tore him to shreds and left the pieces in the dust. 

Steve has scars from everything else. What would one more be? 

And he could tell Eddie all of this. Eddie would understand. He always had, and he always will. It was the thing that Steve loved most about his boyfriend. 

Steve could tell him, but they both knew he wouldn’t. Just like Steve knows Eddie, Eddie knows Steve. He knows the reason that Steve is always trying to make himself useful, and the motivation behind always throwing himself in front of the others to take the blows. Eddie knows that none of his scars are from his parents. 

At least, not any of the ones a person could see. 

#tw child abuse #tw neglect #tw emotional abuse #tw physical abuse #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #st #stranger things #stranger things drabble #stranger things ficlet #Steve harringtons parents #Steve harringtons father #Steve harringtons mother #Wayne munson #wayne and eddie #Eddie and steve #I just think #Steve never got hit #and sometimes that fucks you up a little bit #bc you know you got hurt #but there's nothing there #nothing 'real' #st drabble #stranger things headcanons #stranger things hc #st4 #Liam speaks up