My mother thinks that bc my snek has been having trouble eating bc of shed that she can just, stop buying him food :)

She did not tell me she wanted me to pay or anything else :)))

She's also the only one who can actually drive :)))))

young me wouldve gone crazy for ryan akagi i just know it

Maybe it's because my first tumblr fandom was Supernatural but I am, like, primed to dig into why and how all these parents went wrong. None of the TW parents on are on John Winchester level, of course, but it's very wild that so many people are convinced that the sheriff is an amazing dad.

Like, where is the evidence? Threatening to beat up kids who beat up Stiles is not necessarily an indication of good parenting!!

i don't think anyone can ever achieve john winchester levels of bad parenting. was john emulating chuck or was chuck emulating john?

teen wolf is full of neglectful parents, dead parents and broken families.

this is by plot necessity because no involved parent is going to miss their kid sneaking out at all hours and getting up to life threatening hijinks.

the entire plot of the show happens because stiles was left alone listening to the police scanner and like the morbid punk ass nosy ass kid he is wanted to go see a dead body and dragged his equally left alone best friend along for the ride.

melissa and the sheriff love their kids but they're hardly there. rafael is an absent parent. claudia is dead.

isaac mother and older brother are deceased. his father is abusive than dead.

erica and boyd's families aren't even given a cursory mention.

lydia's mother is still there but she's not very involved and when she is she isn't all that understanding. her father disappears from the show entirely even when the plot involves his mother. it's implied lydia spent a lot of time with her grandmother lorraine who is deceased.

evelyn tate is dead. henry tate is apparently there, alive and super uninvolved with malia because malia does whatever the fuck she wants when she wants. she sleeps at the stilinski's frequently and this isn't an issue???? her biological parents are a pair of unhinged people one of whom actively tries to kill her more than once.

liam's step-father was introduced but we don't see him again and we never learn anything about his mother.

the argents are fucking insane. chris and victoria spent years lying their asses off to allison. victoria kills herself over being a werewolf. chris is a hot/cold parent on the best of days.

ken yukimura and noshiko are there but boy there's a lot to unpack there. ken is great and adores kira but he gets put in the backseat a lot. noskiko and kira are going to have many, many lifetimes to deal with their issues.

even though the whittermores' did the objectively correct action in removing jackson from beacon hills i do wonder if they did get him therapy because it's an entire plot point jackson has unresolved issues from being adopted and feels like he has no real identity.

the hales have unfortunate implications everywhere.

teen wolf kids are all shades of maladjusted and fucked up. they're all toys on misfit island looking for belonging.

some home life / headcanon thoughts ! tw for mentions of neglect & implications of abuse, none of it explicit

eri is the oldest of four - after her, there's rafael ( 11 ), isla ( 9 ), and mateo ( 5 ).

her mother actually used to be a very successful model from kalos, and has also worked in alola, largely doing photography and promotional material. her father once had ambitions of becoming a gym leader in paldea and even entering the league, but was unable to reach his goal. he pivoted to selling battle items, eventually opening a successful store that caters to elite trainers seeking rarer training items.

with her mother mostly emotionally checked out and her father only paying attention to the family long enough to discipline them, eri mostly raised her younger siblings and continues to look out for them to this day. she doesn't see herself stopping, ever.

it made joining team star a harder decision -- longer hours building her base and working with the team might mean leaving her younger siblings unattended around her parents. but it was rafael entering the academy and knowing that he might be subjected to the same bullying one day that solidified her decision to do anything to make paldea safer for kids.

part of why eri trains the way she does is in defiance of her father; she wants to prove to herself that she's not like him -- that physical strength can be an asset, and a way to protect your loved ones. it's also why she places the same amount of weight on reaching out peacefully: both can be tools to resolve conflict.

eri briefly considered asking her mother for advice when the bullying first began, because so much of it was about her looks, but didn't think her mother would understand. she still hasn't confided in her family about what really went down.

eri does worry about being kicked out for good, largely because she doesn't want her father to have any grounds to stop her from seeing her siblings or being able to go back home to take care of them.

eri ADORES her siblings. rafael is an extrovert who's always getting into good natured trouble; isla can't decide if she wants to be a tomboy or get into fashion, so she does both and lets her mood decide; mateo is shy and quiet, and the most like eri in that regard.

the moment rafael got his partner pokémon, fuecoco, he would nonstop ask eri to battle. she taught him all the basics and skills before he even entered the academy, and he wants to fight every chance he gets. mateo is scared of most pokémon, so eri has made an effort to let him bond with the ralts she received from ortega, and mateo still adores him even now that he's a gallade. gallade would 100% die for mateo.

isla has always been eri's little shadow, copying everything she does. when she heard about the starmobiles, she wanted nothing more than to go to the caph team base and learn all about it -- how it works, how it battles. eri, of course, doesn't let any of her siblings near the base, but she made sure to learn all about starmobiles from ortega and teaches isla the best she can. whenever eri is home, isla sticks to her like glue.

❧ Name: Claire Forbes ❧ Nickname: N/A ❧ Age: 40 ❧ Gender: Cis woman, she/her ❧ Orientation: Heterosexual (?) ❧ Relationship: Twice Widowed ❧ Occupation: Kindergarten Teacher & Retirement Home Volunteer ❧ Residence: Town ❧ Title: The Black Widow ❧ Faceclaim: Christina Ricci

❧ Personality -

Creative / Friendly / Passionate / Attentive Impulsive / Obsessive / Sociopathic / Tactless

❧ Introduction -

tw: child abuse mention, domestic abuse mention, spousal murder implications

Claire grew up in an incredibly strict religious household. She wasn’t allowed to wear dresses or shorts higher than her knees, she wasn’t allowed to talk to boys, she couldn’t speak unless spoken to, she couldn’t cut her hair. She was given chores to do by the age of five, and her mother made sure to instill in her the mindset that women were subservient to men (despite boys being evil . . . yeah, it never added up to Claire either).

They almost didn’t allow her to go to school, but she promised she’d keep her grades up and be on her best behavior, and she did, and she was. She kept to herself and didn’t make many friends, as most of them wrote her off as a “weirdo” and a “freak.” But she enjoyed learning and being outside the house, so she started to push the boundaries a bit, making friends with Phoenix and Duck Romero in secret at school.

Eventually she graduated and managed to talk her parents into letting her go to college the next town over to study to be a teacher. Her success at making friends was about the same in college, and she mainly kept to herself, driving home on weekends. Once she got her degree and teaching license, she moved back to Huntsville and started teaching at the Elementary School.

She met her first husband at twenty-five, and out of fear of ending up an old maid, she agreed to marry him after dating only a few months. Unfortunately, she quickly saw what type of husband he was: neglectful and unloving. He expected her to keep house and keep quiet. She realized after a couple years that she’d married her parents and something in her snapped. His last meal was a feast of all his favorites, with just a touch of arsenic. When he keeled over dead, Claire played the perfect grieving housewife, even wore black for three years before she met her second husband.

He was completely different from the first. He was fun and rich and showered her with affection and gifts. She fell head over heels for him, and they got married a year later. At first everything was perfect. But then she realized that nothing was. He shouted at her for every mistake, made everything about himself and his own feelings, and pretended like her being upset at this was an overreaction.

When the paradox occurred and the monsters arrived, Claire heard second hand of her parents’ death in the first wave. What a shame then that when her husband came home from work one evening, Claire was upstairs napping and didn’t hear him banging on the door to be let in before dark. She honestly didn’t hear a thing. She got to keep the house, though, and she cut off all her hair, and everything felt so much lighter than she’d felt her whole life. She’s thriving. She wouldn’t tell anyone this out loud, but the paradox was the best thing that ever happened to her. Praise the Lord, indeed!

Ok so things have been on my mind and I gotta legally preface this with I've had depression for 15 years and I've been suicidal for 12 so like were fine

Tw cancer, abuse, neglect

But like honestly iykyk but the feeling of being this broken for so long is such a comfort and a further reason for my depression to fester.

Like what kills me is this really is NOT normal. Parents abusing their children is not normal!

But like I wasn't ever hit. My sisters were, so I feel terrible since at least I wasn't hit but like.... what about the abuse I still got? It's so real and tangible ij the way I think and speak and interact with people.

Like I'd my parents had taken two seconds away from my brothers diagnosis, the signs were right there. But even that I feel guilty over since at the same time, my father was dying frok cancer. Like at least I had time with him not in a doctora office.

But at the same time I saw the man who let my learn how to trust fucking die infront of me!!! Have you seen your parent puke blood? Well bestie I held the sack with the clots for a min!

I've been abused so severely I simply shut down and go mute when someone yells at me, or my boundaries are getting ignored. "Just say no!" "Why didn't you say no?" We'll bestie. I didn't want to disappoint my partner since why couldn't i?

I hate getting like this. I feel so stupid and spoiled. I feel so spoiled for not wanting to be broken, and I find it so depressing that I feel guilt and disgust with myself just for wanting to not be abused. I'm constantly checking myself for not being my mom and what she does. But i don't know how to connect. I don't know how to klbe a human. How do I be a human? I'm clueless and I don't eveknknow how successful I am. Like I'm nearly constantly depersonalized, dissociated, or suicidal. I don't know how to change that, and I dont even know if it's possible for me to not be.

I haven't felt human since I was like 10, when the implications of what happened to me as a child started to hit me. I grew up with no sage spots, and no one to show me normalcy.

I don't want to kill myself. It's terrifying, though I do think of driving off some of the bluffs I drive. Many times I wouldn't be found in time, and it's addictive. I just don't want to exist anymore. I've never wanted to exist. I didn't ask for this. My being here make life worse for everyone in my family. I have measurable proof and the fucking guilt of this life haunts me. I know many people would be sad if I died, they've expressed as much.

But it's so hard today to argue out the voice pointing out it only takes a year or two for things to go back to normal. It's so hard today.

A Glimpse is Not Enough...

TRIGGER WARNINGS PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU WON'T BE COMFORTABLE <333

TW: SH, drug and alcohol abuse, physical abuse, implied SA and slight homophobia, ableism

You can look in someone's window and see the slightest glimpse of their life. Imagine this...

A big house with a father getting ready to go for work, the mother helping a small child get his coat on, and a girl maybe age 14 finishing up her cereal quickly, bag on her back about to go to school. The couches are white they have a medium-sized TV, and they're a very conventionally attractive family at a glimpse who seem to live a comfortable life.

And that's all you see, you keep walking. In that glimpse, I'm sure you made a few assumptions right? Lots of money, a picture-perfect happy family, what everyone wants to be.... right? Well here's what you don't know:

There's a third child, a teenager who's locked herself into her room because she hates her new stepdad, yep stepdad. Her real dad died a few years ago and she's not ready for a new father figure. She’s almost always a combination of stoned and drunk out of her mind to numb her feelings and in a secret abusive relationship that causes her to flinch if you move too fast and bruises appear out of nowhere, if you grasp the implication.

The youngest is the only biological child of both parents, he's busy being babied while trying to grow up and has autism but his parents won't accept it. They just call him “dramatic” or “fussy” when he gets overstimulated and a “slow learner” because he has extremely reduced verbal skills compared to his peers.

The middle child is feeling neglected all the while, she doesn't want to cause a fuss cause she knows how messed up this house already is and has always been praised for being the "good child" or "the no-trouble child" making her believe she can't take up space. She’s her sister and mom’s therapist hearing both sides of every fight whether she wants to or not. They don’t know she cuts her skin behind closed doors to shut out the mental pain, no one knows nobody can ever know. Just like they can’t know she might not like guys, and every “is he your boyfriend?” comment is repulsive to her.

The stepfather is at risk of being laid off due to a recent company budget cut but hasn't told his wife who doesn't know what's wrong but the lack of sex says something's up. She's trying to raise 3 kids with almost no support due to the mentioned possible job loss. Which means 40-hour weeks slowly creep towards 50....or 60. All while trying to show her mom she doesn’t need the support she’s doing just fine on her own.

But you can't see any of that? Can you? You still assume they have the perfect life because of the 5 seconds you saw of their morning one day.

Code: Blanket (part 2)

Sanders Sides: Logan, Remus, Virgil, Janus, Patton Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Prompt: “If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.” with Anxceit? (platonic is 100% good for me) Blurb: A friendship doesn’t stop just because one person decides to act like a dick. Especially when said dick is obviously in trouble. Overall Fic Warnings: Homophobia talk, Neglectful/Abusive Parents implication, Capitol Riot references, Injuries Taglist in Reblog

Part 1

“Your son is sneaking out.”

If the weight of his husband settling on top of him in the bed hadn’t been enough to fully wake Logan from sleep, the gleeful tone of Remus’s voice in his ear and the words he spoke were certainly enough to do so.

He tilted his head to the side, squinting up at his husband’s shadowy figure looming over him, ignoring how his heart had jumped into his throat, leaving an aching cavity in his chest. “If our son is sneaking out after dark, Sir Night Owl.” He said, working to sound calmer than he actually felt. “Then that’s obviously your influence at work and your problem.”

Remus gave a low chuckle, kissing his cheek. “Lion Kinging me, Messire Early Bird? Fair enough. I accept.” He shifted to roll off the bed, only to pause as Logan grabbed his hand.

“Virgil’s never snuck out before.” He whispered, flinching as he heard the front door close. Why would his son feel the need to do--sure teenagers were known to be rebellious, but he’d been clear that Virgil could talk to him about anything, anytime. To have him just suddenly leave without a word to them, without any indication that anything was wrong--

Remus squeezed his hand. “I heard him say ‘The offer still stands, D.’ as he walked by our door, sooo~ secret relationship?”

Logan pushed up onto one elbow, breath catching. “You heard him say Dee?” He demanded. “You’re certain?” He hadn’t known the two were still in communication. The end of their lifelong friendship last year had been...volatile. Virgil had been miserable for months afterwards.

“Yes?” His husband tilted his head. “You know them?”

Logan nodded, rolling over so he could grab his glasses from the night stand. “So do you. It’s Janus. Son of the Daemons.”

Remus stiffened, hissing like a broken teapot. “What offer could Virgiepoo possibly make to that horrible family of--”

“They were childhood friends.” Logan interrupted his husband before he went off on yet another long winded swearing spree about the Daemons. “Janus didn’t always approve of his parents...antics.”

Remus snorted, pulling Logan to his feet. “Antics? Those Ultra Christian Karens on Manbaby Cheeto Horse Steroids nearly cost both of us our jobs because they couldn’t stand the thought of their son knowing two gay men.”

Logan smirked, shrugging on a robe, placing his phone in the pocket just in case Virgil called. “And how did that turn out? With them facing the best lawyer in the country?”

Remus leaned in for a kiss. “Not good.” He breathed against his lips.

“Exactly.”

“Soo…” Still clad in only his boxers, Remus entwined his fingers in Logan’s, pulling him out of their bedroom towards the front door. “Son of our Enemy. Virgil sneaking out in the middle of the night to see him. What exactly is this offer that he’s offering to the Villains who aimed to destroy our happily ever after?”

An offer that Logan had believed had been firmly taken off the table over a year ago. “Simply put. Sanctuary.”

Which begged the question. What had happened in the Daemon household to convince Virgil to offer their home, after everything the two families had gone through, to their son once more?

“Sanctuary.” Remus repeated like it was a foreign word. “To one of their spawn? Are you serious?”

Knowing how much of a giving and forgiving heart his son had? Logan pulled open the front door, unsurprised to see the two teens standing frozen on the porch.

He had good timing like that.

“Boys.” Logan greeted, attention drawn immediately to Janus as he tried to hide behind his son only to be stopped by Virgil’s tight grip on his arm.

Janus swallowed, a tremor visibly going through him as met Logan’s eyes. “Mr. L.” He whispered, the porchlight throwing his face, and therefore, the stark purple bruise and cuts by his eye into sharp relief.

Sanctuary. He could now totally understand why Virgil had chosen to reach out.

The crumpled state of the boy’s clothes, the mask -an unusual accessory for the known anti-masker, anti-vaxxer family- the greasy hair, all of the obvious signs of neglect, Logan mentally catalogued as he immediately reached out, drawing the boy closer to him. “Janus.” He breathed, hating how the boy flinched at his movement, how he trembled under his touch even as he leaned into Logan’s hand as he cupped the boy’s uninjured cheek. “What happened?”

“Well, I hope what’s happening is that we’re kidnapping the demon spawn for ranso--” Remus cut off, inhaling sharply as he too caught sight of the facial disfigurement. “Lo, lemme see that.” He demanded, gently pushing him to the side so he could take the boy’s chin into his hands, tilting his head this way and that in the porch light.

Virgil relaxed, even as Janus visibly tensed, trembling under Remus’s scrutiny.

For good reason. The young Daemon had to feel like he was stepping into the Lion’s den by coming here.

“It’s okay, Dee. Remus is a surgeon. The best. You’re in safe hands.” Virgil said softly, keeping a firm grip on his friend’s arm as the boy shifted his feet like he was debating about turning tail and running.

Something he’d never thought Janus would do. The boy took after his parents in being willing to face confrontation head on, no matter the odds.

Something definitely was wrong here.

“What happened?” Logan repeated, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

Janus’s eyes flickered between him and Remus, breath hitching as he opened his mouth. “I--I--”

Remus growled, eyes flashing as he turned to Logan, gesturing wildly with his free hand. “What happened?! He’s lucky the wound isn’t infected, Lo! It’s obvious it’s been untreated. Obvious that he’s been neglected, mistreated, abused!”

Janus flinched at every word. “Yes.” The word ghosted over his lips, barely heard.

Virgil shook his head, eyes burning with quiet fury. “It’s worse.” He slipped his phone out of his pocket, tapping on the screen and flipping it so Logan could see the tweet there. “His parents locked him in their unfinished attic for FOUR months, Dad. And then they left him to go harring off to D.C. to storm the Capitol!”

They…WHAT?!

Logan saw red as Remus swore, his husband pulling Janus into a tight hug, the boy letting out a startled squeak at the action. “I changed my mind, Lo. We’re not kidnapping him, we’re adopting. Surprise, my little rebel. You’re mine now.”

Janus’s eyes went wide, shimmering with unshed tears as he stood stiffly in Remus’s grip, fingers twitching. “Y-yours?” He whispered, in such a small voice that had Logan wrapping an arm around the boy’s shoulders as well. “I--I--but I’m---I’m--”

There’d been a time he’d considered Janus almost like a second son with how often he and Virgil had hung out at their house as kids. Logan wasn’t at all opposed to rediscovering that sentimeint.

“It doesn’t matter.” He whispered in the boy’s ear. “You have a home here, Janus, for as long as you need one.”

The boy shuddered in their hold, breath hitching as he bowed his head, not quite resting it against Remus’s bare chest. “I--I tried to---I couldn’t get out! I tried everything to bre--to break free and then they just….left me. Their SON. They--” He broke off as Remus pulled him closer, a soft sob escaping as his husband carded his fingers through the boy’s hair.

“It’s okay, Janny-boy.” Remus whispered. “You did what you could with what you had.”

Janus shook his head. “I--i should have---sooner. I couldn’t--I didn’t think they’d actually!! My own parents.”

Virgil pressed in on the group hug, gently freeing the face mask from the boy’s ear. “Dee. You couldn’t have known.”

“I SHOULD have though!” He growled, twisting his head to stare at Virgil, cheeks streaked with tears. “We’ve been friends for years, Annie! I KNOW you and Mr. L. and...and…but when things,” His eyes flickered to Remus and back. “Changed. The pandemic and everything---I didn’t...I sided with them and thought they had to be RIGHT this time, but then things...stuff happened and THEY LOCKED ME UP and treated me like I was A NUT CASE when I--I--” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “They wouldn’t listen to me.”

Logan exhaled, squeezing the boy’s shoulder as he met his husband’s furious eyes. “I’m sorry, Janus.” He said, keeping his tone soft. “Your parents have had their...good...qualities at times,”

Remus snorted, but kept silent as Logan shot him another look.

“And I know...they’ve only tried to protect you from their perceived evils in the world, but Janus.” He shifted his position so he could cradle the boy’s injured cheek. “What they did to you was wrong. So very wrong.” And bound to be worse when the whole story was told. “It’s monstrous that they chose to treat their own flesh and blood in such an abhorrent and inhumane manner just because you disagreed with them and I will not stand for it. You deserve better and you will be treated much better here than you have been there. I promise you that.”

Janus abruptly twisted in Remus’s arms to cling to Logan, resting his head against Logan’s chest, fingers digging into the folds of his robe, his thin body shaking with sobs. “Don’t make me go back.” He whispered.

Logan shook his head, pressing a firm kiss against the boy’s greasy hair. “Never.”

“I won’t let him.” Remus added, a growl in his voice. “I’ve adopted you, Jan. My word is law. No take backsies.”

Janus looked between the three of them, before focusing on Remus, licking his lips. “But. You...don’t know me--”

“You don’t know me either, kiddo. But no worries. We’ll fix all that.” His husband winked as he gathered both Virgil and Janus under each arm, letting Logan take a careful step back. “But FIRST.” He pointed a finger at the boy’s eye. “I’m getting you clean and stitched up while Logie here makes a little call to his Work Wife to figure things out. With luck, and I am rather lucky, there’ll barely be a scar when I’m done.”

Janus stiffened, glancing over his shoulder to Logan. “Work Wife?!”

Virgil chuckled, twisting Janus’s mask in his fingers. “Not an actual wife, Dee. Dad has a fellow lawyer friend.”

“Rival.” Logan corrected.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Rival that he constantly works with, so Rem calls him his work wife since he’s usually either with him or us.”

That wasn’t exactly true. He did go to other places and work with other people that weren’t Patton or his family. It just so happened that Patton ended up involved in a lot of the same sort of cases as him and so collaboration made more sense than going it alone.

Logan pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. “Needless to say. I’ll take care of it, Janus. You can trust me on that.” He smiled to the teen before turning his attention to his son. “Virgil, send me a copy of that tweet as soon as you can. And Remus,” He grimaced as his husband paused, raising an eyebrow. He could see him practically vibrating with the need to stitch the kid up now. “I know you want to treat Janus ASAP, but I need photographic evidence of every single injury and sign of neglect before you do anything.” An unfortunate delay, but he needed the evidence recorded before it vanished. He hit call, placing his phone by his ear. “As soon as you’re done--”

“It’s straight to the shower, JanJan. Or a long hot bubble bath. Either way.” Remus said, ushering the teens towards the door. “We need you to get squeaky clean while Lo here does his thing, and then I can treat those wounds of yours without them getting infected. Okay?”

“I--I---uh...Okay?” Janus asked, sounding half strangled as they vanished inside.

The phone clicked. “Hello?” A sleepy voice asked over the line.

Hopefully Virgil could smooth over any further confusion for Janus until Logan could come back and reign Remus back from going full Mama Bear on the boy. “Hello, Patton.” He said, leaning against the wall, listening as the crickets began chirping again. “It’s Logan.”

“Lo?” He could hear his fellow lawyer and work rival stifling a yawn. “Wassup?”

“My apologies for calling so late, but I need your help with a case. Right now. If you’re able.”

The silence on the other hand wasn’t at all encouraging. But then again. It was late.

“...My help? With a case? Now?”

“Yes.” He’d already said that. Hopefully Patton’s brain would kick into a higher gear sooner rather than later or else this conversation would be lasting ten times longer than necessary. “You remember the Daemons?”

“Mmm….yah? Your fight with them had you fired up for ages with all their nonsense.”

“Exactly.” Logan exhaled. “Their son, Janus, just showed up at my house in an obvious state of neglect. Injured. Possibly abused. More than implied that it was his parents who put him in his current state. And I am, unfortunately, too visibly involved with the Daemons in a negative light to be considered an adequate impartial representative for him, especially if I house him in my home for the duration.”

Patton made a noise of surprise. “House him?”

“Virgil was--is a friend of his and he offered him sanctuary here when he discovered that Janus was in trouble. I’m not refusing him a safe place.”

“Safe? You just said--”

Logan closed his eyes, resting his head against the side of his house. “I know. I’m not on good terms with his parents.” They could go rot in a tar pit for all he cared about them. “But I’ve known the boy since he was six, Patton. He’s been to my house multiple times before. Been friends with my son. I won’t hold a grudge against the child for the actions of his parents.”

“Ha. I doubt his parents would appr--”

“His so-called parents Locked. Him. In. Their. Attic. For. FOUR. Months.” Logan interrupted, unable to hide the fury in his voice.

Patton sharply inhaled. “They WHAT?”

Exactly. It was good to hear his work rival taking the same tone. Patton had a soft spot for kids. “They locked him up and then abandoned him, Pat. I don’t know the exact circumstances just yet on why they felt that this was justifiable behavior, but no child should be treated like a prisoner by their family and no so-called parent’s opinion on where or who their son stays with should hold any weight if they’ve failed to provide decent care for their child in the first place!” Logan took a breath, forcing himself to relax his fingers on his phone before he cracked the screen. “Regardless, if the boy wishes to go elsewhere I won’t fight it. But he needed a safe place to go to and he chose to come here. That has to mean something considering the history between our two families.”

“It--I’d have to look into it.” Patton whispered. “This isn’t--the circumstances--”

“Are abnormal. I understand.” Logan nodded, staring off into the night. “Will you come?”

Patton huffed a laugh. “It’s not every day--ah night--you say you need me, Lo.”

That was true. They were more often rivals in the courtroom than collaborators these days. But still, he wouldn’t want any other lawyer to represent the boy if he couldn’t do it himself. “I need you, Pat.”

The sound of keys jangled in his ear. “Be right there.” Patton promised as the line went dead.

CLOSED / @cressidaxweasley​

          addie  did  not  like  when  diagon  alley  was  busy  with  school  children  .   it  meant  that  they  were  twice  as  busy  helping  with  the  herbology  shop  and  occasionally  running  errands  for  her  uncle  and  cousin  .   today  unfortunately  ,   they’d  been  sent  on  an  errand  to  pick  up  new  robes  for  their  brother  .   “ hello  ,   i’m  here  to  pick  up  some  new  robes  for  ollivander  ,   um  ,   for  percival  ollivander . ”   honestly  ,   they  hated  being  treated  like  a  mule  .   why  didn’t  she  get  new  robes  for  this  year  ?   hers  were  the  ones  falling  apart  because  she’d  had  them  since  fourth  year  .   

Oh yes I'm the terrible person because I provided for my basic needs (due to y'all failing to do so on almost all occasions) but the one time I do I'm suddenly a "self-obsorbed bitch" and a "problem child that does their best to get in the way" and a "selfish whore"

*tw for implications of child abuse

LISTEN though the idea of someone through some loophole catching some old timey disease in the modern world is...interesting. Like the levels here are All Good, you've got:

Caretakers panicking not knowing what's wrong with them because their symptoms are unfamiliar

Only to either take them to a doctor or do some research and realize oh THAT'S what they've got?? What is this, 1850??

Knowing they'll make it through because luckily they do have modern medicine, but also knowing it might be a long, tough ride

Possible backstory angst if the reason they were never vaccinated against it as a child was due to some form of neglect from their parents/guardians

But the comfort of knowing the people around them are immune even if they weren't, being reassured that they won't give their sickness to anyone helping them

Getting tested and waiting anxiously for the results, the caretaker actually hoping it IS said old timey disease because then at least they'll know what to do, but if it's not they don't have any idea what it could be

The whumpee just being incredibly embarrassed to admit of all things, that's what they caught

More Heathers: The Musical (2014) thoughts - Freeze Your Brain

TW: Discussion of child abuse, neglect, self harm and self destructive tendencies, suicide, and murder.

The song ‘Freeze Your Brain’ is the fourth song in the Heathers soundtrack, and is sung from the perspective of Jason Dean (JD) and Veronica Sawyer. It rather unsubtly lays out JD’s backstory and current motivations, and fucking slaps. It is one of the most iconic and memorable songs for a reason! Freeze Your Brain makes no secret of the fact that it is exposition. The first line is literally ‘I’ve been through ten high schools, they start to get blurry.’ It is not hiding the fact that it is telling more than it is showing. But it doesn’t feel wrong, because JD is an edgy teenager trauma dumping on his new girlfriend, and that fits his character! He chides Veronica for being naïve (’You’re planning your future / Veronica Sawyer / You’ll go to some college / And marry a lawyer / But the sky’s gonna hurt when it falls / So you better start building some walls’), despite the fact that they are at a similar age, and that Veronica is also mildly cynical to the world (as shown in the intro song, Beautiful). This shows us that JD feels like he knows more than her, most like due to feeling mature for his age thanks to having to take care of himself for several years, presumably due to neglect from his father. JD’s life is constantly unstable due to his living circumstances. JD and his father move a lot (’My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den / So it’s only a matter of when’), and so JD doesn’t have the time or willingness to make connections with other people. This is also what presumably causes him to feel that only himself and Veronica are worth anything, as other people are merely faces that enter and leave his life. In short, great setup for his later overvaluing of himself and Veronica, and motivation for murder! I also find it interesting how this foreshadowing is a form of showing in a song that is otherwise about telling. His living circumstances may also be an example of neglect and/or child abuse, although this is slightly vague. The canonical info is just that his mother is dead, meaning JD and his father have to work harder to fill that gap; however, the implication of them moving a lot, JD cooking, and having to learn how to pay rent is that his father is not fulfilling all of JD’s needs, whether from working long hours or from other issues. My interpretation of this is that this constitutes neglect, even if JD’s father was otherwise a good parent! JD’s unhealthy thought processes, self-harm, and later actions also make sense if we assume that his circumstances resulted in trauma and possibly one or more cluster b personality disorders (note that people with cluster b personality disorders are not inherently evil abusers, but rather a result of unstable childhoods). It’s unclear when his mother died and his current lifestyle started though, so it’s hard to make assumptions. The 7/11 and the slushies they sell there are a form of stability for JD. He finds comfort in the fact that the chain store is found all over the US, and therefore that no matter where he moves, he can trust that there will be one there. This is repeatedly stated throughout the song, as a clear parallel to how the rest of his life is constantly changing,  The namesake of the song, his use of 7/11 slushies as a form of self harm (as he repeatedly states that drinking the ice-cold drink provides pain and numbness), is super interesting to me. JD states that he uses it as an alternative to more severe actions (’When the voice in your head / Says you’re better off dead / Don’t open a vein / Just freeze your brain’ ‘Happiness comes when everything numbs / Who needs cocaine?’). I think it’s also interesting how his constant advocation for abusing the drink could tie back into his feeling of superiority; unlike people who do drugs or cut themselves, he drinks slushies despite the urge to do worse, and he talks about it with this self-aware ironical and superior tone. This is mostly speculation based off of the tone of voice this particular JD sings with though, and may not be supported entirely by the lyrics. I also wonder if the writers of both the original movie and the musical were aware of the impact this scene would have on fans. Unfortunately, a lot of edgy teens took this song as more of an aspirational or self-reflective thing instead of the shortcut to JD’s characterisation it acts as. It’s one of the most popular songs to make animatics to as far as I can tell, although it might be beaten by Beautiful and Dead Girl Walking (Reprise). It definitely helped JD to soar in popularity, as the tragedy of his backstory provides an out for people to excuse or ignore his rather questionable actions as well as the murder, even though in the song itself he is encouraging Veronica to join him in his favourite form of self-harm. Overall, it’s a good song that does what it set out to do really effectively, and lives in my head rent free. It sets the bar high for the rest of the soundtrack, and helps JD’s later actions feel like something out of a tragedy instead of just a comedy.

We’re all broken

Chapter 2

//TW implied neglect and mentioned abuse

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To be honest Tommy doesn’t know how to respond to that. How are you supposed to respond to one of you maybe friends implicating that his family beat him up and kicked him out. Tommy doesn’t know.

While Tommy has only know this guy for almost two months he’s noticed a lot of things about him. The way he looks and acts around girls. The way he looks and acts around guys. And of course what the ever loving fuck is going on between him and Stevie. He swears that Billy looks at Steve like he wants to eat him.

But he’s also noticed other things. Like how he shows up to school with black eyes and busted lips but no bruises knuckles. How he occasionally will wait for everyone to dress out before dressing out himself. Or how sometimes Tommy swears he sees Billy flinch at the littlest movements like someone raising there hand to ask a question, or reaching past him to grab something. And as he thinks more and more about these things he sees the puzzle pieces falling together.

This leads Tommy to guide Billy inside to his couch. He tells Billy to say while he goes the bathroom to get a first aid from under the sink before coming back and sitting next to the bruised blonde.

As he dowses a cotton ball in hydrogen peroxide he nervously tries to start a conversation, “So uh, it’s a nice night outside huh Hargrove?”

He gets a death glare in response, “Shut up Hagan. And I can clean myself up by myself you know.”

Tommy holds his hands up in defense, “Sorry dude, I was raised to thoroughly clean all the injuries guests bring in. I mean it’s common courtesy.”

Billy snorts snatching the cotton ball from his hand, a burst of electricity goes through his body when their hands brush. Tommy stares at his hand for a moment as if waiting for it to give an answer to why it decided to give him that weird feeling. He doesn’t know how to feel about it. It wasn’t bad, just weird.

Billy soon forces him out of this state though, asking a question in a small voice that isn’t very normal for him, “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Uh- Down- Wait no- through the kitchen. It’s through the little arch way.”

Billy nods taking the first aid kit and leaving Tommy alone with his thoughts. He decides that when Billy gets back he’s going to need to interrogate him. He did just show up at his house implying that he just got beat by a family member. He needs to know if this is a normal thing. Didn’t he say he would have slept in his car if he had the keys? Has Billy been forced to sleep in his car before? And didn’t he have a sister or step-sister or something? Was she safe in the house?

He would have asked before while Billy was still here but he remembers when he went through something similar with Stevie while they were kids. When Steve came crying to his door step one summer day in tears,inch skinnier then when he last saw him. That summer he was barely able to hang out with his friends because the responsibility of taking care of his siblings was pushed upon him while his mother would attempt to drink herself to death. He remembers pulling Steve into his house and telling everyone to go to their rooms. He remembers finally calming Steve down and asking what happened only for him to start crying again and yelling at him that nothing was wrong. He remembers the only way to calm Steve down was to promise not to ask any questions. He remembers noting that when he gave Steve some chips he ate them like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Later he found out that that wasn’t far from the truth.

Stevie’s parents had left him at home to go on a business trip something that was pretty normal for them. They would usually leave for only three days and he would stay with either one of his neighbors or Tommy. But this time they had decided to leave him home for 2 weeks with only enough food for 5 days. He was only able to get this information out of Steve 2 years later in freshman year while they were drunk in a rooftop.

Tommy knows that asking questions can easily make everything worse. And if Steve acted by yelling at him he can’t help but be a bit worried at what would happen if he asked Billy.

He just has to figure out the right way to ask the questions.

Next Chapter

do you have your own idea of Billy's backstory? I know a lot of people like to change it up bcuz of the more. unsavory implications of it, but also most people just have different interpretations so im curious to know yours!

Yes I do! Kind of... I plan to write up some miscellaneous headcanons and tidbits.

I don’t have like a solid canon story for him but a pretty vague idea with some details. I just don’t want to post it all at once bc I’d feel like it’s set in stone and I can’t change it or something? Idk. So I’d rather post stuff in parts & add more later

The thing about changing it is that like, on one hand I don’t want to totally make Billy or any other characters too OOC by making them too nice or writing away their flaws. But on the other when I’m writing fluff or smut to just relax I don’t want the baggage of like, “it was a nice day to go on a date with your boyfriend Billy Lenz, who burns down orphanages for fun” yknow? Like I want a balance of both.

For now tho my idea about his backstory is subject to some changes depending on if I put him in the 70s or not lol but some stuff is constant.

(TW: Domestic Abuse)

Billy grows up in a lower middle class family where his dad was at work most of the time so he stays home with his mom, who’s not equipped to handle all the work at home and taking care of a kid who may have some kind of mental illness or intellectual disability or something.

His sister Agnes is born and even if his mother says she loves them equally, little Billy can tell something doesn’t add up.

His mother isn’t as bad as the remake but she’s still abusive. Not necessarily because she hates Billy but it’s more of a cycle of abuse situation where she’s probably passing on what she grew up with. His dad is neglectful at best

His parents’ marriage deteriorates over time and the kids get caught up in it somehow. The favoritism is blatant & the parents get at each other by using their kids in their arguments

I still think Billy was abusive in some way to his younger sister but I wouldn’t keep certain aspects of the abuse that are implied. He sounded pretty young in one of the calls where he acts out a fight between him & his parents so my interpretation is that sometimes it was him being a careless kid instead of actively trying to hurt her. And even when he did it would be more like rude sibling shit, like pulling her hair.

I’m imagining Agnes gets bigger and stronger and scratches the shit out of him lol he kinda deserves it. Fighting does not work in Billy’s favor since his mom always believes Agnes over him and even when his dad is home he’s too tired to really care

For some reason or another the kids are separated and Agnes gets to live far away from Billy who’s ... somewhere

Like idk maybe he ends up in foster care or at some kind of boarding school and as soon as he turns 18 he’s OUT

//SO I REDID SIMON’S PRE-TRAIN BACKSTORY. *laughs nervously*

It got kind of heavy, so uh, mind the warnings. It still isn’t fully canon compliant (as in it ignores some minor details) but I felt like the implication that one of his family members had died (the funeral thing) was important enough to write it in, and this is what I ended up with.

ABOUT SIMON'S CHILDHOOD, HIS PARENTS, AND SISTER: tw for mentions of alcohol / alcohol abuse / alcohol related death, child neglect / abandonment, and parental death. full text under the cut

Eliza Adnet and Martin Laurent are two young lovers that meet and elope when they've only freshly turned eighteen, in June of 1993. It isn't long before they have their first child, a daughter they choose to call Marilyn, in March of 1994. They're young and inexperienced, as well as extremely careless, and she grows up with a less than great childhood. By the time she's turned five, Martin has become an alcoholic, and Eliza quickly follows suit.

Simon is born in April of 2002, when Marilyn is eight years old. Eliza and Martin pay even less attention to him than they did to Marilyn, leaving the ten year old to do what she can to help her brother survive. And as they grow, Marilyn becomes more of a parent to Simon than Eliza and Martin ever were, even while still being a child herself.

Then, shortly after Marilyn's eighteenth birthday, their father dies of alcohol poisoning. And the night after his death, Eliza takes their family car and drives away, never to be heard of again, leaving Marilyn and Simon truly alone. Only a week after that, their estranged grandmother hears of her son's death, and organizes his funeral. She invites his two children to come, and Marilyn feels obligated to go. But ten year old Simon is extremely bitter towards both of his parents, and doesn't want to attend the funeral.

Marilyn forces him to go anyway, as she doesn't feel comfortable leaving him home alone. But while at the funeral, Simon grows more and more upset, and ends up in an explosive fight with Marilyn in the middle of the funeral. During which he exposes the neglectfulness of both of their parents to all of his father's estranged family members that had chosen to attend the funeral.

It's after this fight that Simon runs away, and is ultimately picked up by the Infinity Train.

Talking to Strangers

Multi-Chapter 2/? LINK TO AO3

We learn more about Penny’s past and actual home life. Another group meeting and Penny gives Steve a piece of her mind.

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TW: Implications of Rape at the end of the chapter.

English is not my first language, therefore, I'm not from US and I do not know how the foster system works, as well as group therapy

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The walk from the therapy place to the Sullivans’ house was short, shorter than Penny would want. Although they weren’t as bad as Skip and the Preachy couple, those were very low standards to go by. Mr. Sullivan basically ignored her while Mrs. Sullivan just talked to her to hand her the chore list and on her first day to explain the rules. She didn’t like them, but to be honest she liked no one.

The thought sink deep, she misses Ned and MJ. The three of them along with Peter were inseparable before May’s dead, before having to move around the city, jumping from one foster house to another. She didn’t miss a single grown-up. She had stopped trusting adults a long time ago; the only adults she once trusted were either six feet under ground or made something to harm her. Ned and MJ told them, Penny and Peter, to trust their social worker, because she was in charge of them and was the one that would take care of them. Surprise, she care about nothing besides her paycheck.

She tried to clear her head, even if the Sullivans hadn’t made a move to touch her, in anyway, she still tried not mad something to made them angry. Besides what Penny wanted for people to see, she still was scare. Scare of her foster parents, scare of finding Skip or the Preachys, more so that her foster parents turn out to be like Skip or the Preachys. If someone ask her what would be preferable, she will say neither, but she knew that was impossible; another Mr. and Mrs. Preachy would be better. Not only because she was terrified of even thinking about her time with Skip, but also because this time the Peter in the equation will be a Penny. Entering the household, she said a quit good evening before going to her room. There weren’t any other children on the house, so she got a room for herself. She left her things, hiding her brother’s ashes under a tab. A month after Peter’s dead, her social worker has come in and began searching for the ashes, tired of Penny carrying around; she didn’t find nothing because Penny already hide it constantly. Now she was very careful not to let them alone and had them with her at all time. She also wasn’t shy to tell them how they took her brother from her and now they want to take his ashes, the only consolation she has left.

She went down to the kitchen, one of the infinite list of chores was to make breakfast, when needed, lunch and dinner. She try to do everything without annoying anyone, she was already on thin ice, and pissing her foster parents won’t do anything to help her.

Looking up to the living room, where Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan were, she wondered what bad she had done in another life to deserve this. At first, she hadn’t believed in bad luck, or any luck at all, but now, there was no other logical explanation for her awful life, in her opinion, everything had gone downside the moment her family left London, her beloved Great Britain and arrived at the United States. They should have never boarded that plane. She tried to concentrate on the food and not in the What If’s. They would change anything, what is done is done. What would change anything was if she were stupid enough to burn the food.

Next Wednesday was awful. First, her school tormentor, Flash, decided it was good to make fun of her the most today of all day, as if therapy wasn’t enough. His teasing was mostly innocent, mostly about her accent and her dead parents, which was a long time ago, so it was relatively okay, and her accent was something she was used to as she moved to New York at five and her accent has never decrease. Today was different, today Peter was the main source and Perter was still a delicate spot for her. Flash knew Peter, but the details of his death were left for her to be tell and she wasn’t about to do it, not to him. So school was hell, and her day was about to get worst.

When she arrived at the therapy building, she entered immediately, finding the Avengers already seated. She took her own sit between Black Widow and Iron Man. Tyler was nowhere to be find and the tension could be felt in the air.

Obviously, it had to be Captain Righteous who had to speak about the vents of last week.

“Listing, kid.” If this was an apology, this wasn’t a good beginning. “I know it was wrong f me to judge you the other day, but you had to understand that you were really good to the mediator the other day.” Now that was the worst apology she had ever received, note that she had receive a very bad one about putting her with a murderer and a rapist before.

As it turns out, his team members also thought that wasn’t the best apology. “Really, Steve?” And that was Natasha Romanoff.

Tony Stark decided to make the next remark. “Hate it to break it for you, Capsicle, but just because you put the word sorry in a sentence doesn’t mean that will be an apology.”

“Let me get something clear, Captain Righteous.” Penny sometimes wonders why she can’t keep her mouth close. “The other day you made a mistake of judging me without knowing what I had been through, now you know that my last foster parent, Mr. Preachy, abused me and my brother to the point where he kill my brother, throwing him to the wall, after hitting him repeatedly and then continue to hit him even though he was already dead.” Now, Penny didn’t cry, but her voice broke at the end. “If I decided to be rude, as you say, to Tyler that is because he was the person that certificated that asshole to be a foster parent and as you can hear he was a shitty foster parent. He fail to protect me more than once.” Rogers was just looking at her. “You know shit about me, you know nothing about what has happened to me and what made me hate people. I don’t treat social workers bad just because I want to, I treat social workers bad because some of them just want to place kids on fosters homes so they can receive a commission without caring about the child in question. So, you can go and put that apology down your ass because I don’t want it until you learn how to deliver a proper one.” Barton, Rogers, and Banner looked shook, Romanoff looked neutral, while the others just had an amused face at Rogers misfortune. “Let me give you a piece of advice, don’t judge people you don’t know or even better don’t judge people without knowing if they have a past that mad them the type of person they are.” The last part was a full hate scream, she had enough people judging her that knew what happened, the last thing she needs was to people to judge her without even knowing. “I don’t need to ask forgiveness for being the person I have become when the people that made possible for me to turn into this never ask me for it.” She look at Steve Rogers straight in the eyes and the man just shiver under her gaze. That girl was terrifying.

He wanted to say something, but before he could, Tyler came in. Tyler being the idiot he was, didn’t notice the tension that could be feel in the room, and continue to introduce the session topic. Penny didn’t participate in today’s activity; she was tired and simply ignore Tyler when he ask her to participate. He let it go, probably to not make a scene like last week. Although she acted like she didn’t pay attention, she did notice the Avengers looking at her, especially Captain Rogers. She hoped they didn’t try to approach her.

Tony Stark wasn’t someone you could impress easily, but when he saw that little girl that seemed like a breeze could destroy her, shouting at Steve, he really was impressed. With honestly, he thought Steve deserved it, after the incident of last session the others try to convince him to apologies and they thought they had succeeded, but they didn’t. Steve’s apology was crap, and he deserved to be put on his place. He wasn’t just impressed by this girl; he was also curious. Penny obviously had a dark past that she try to put behind. Her dead brother was something, the fact that somehow, she had ended in the foster system was another thing, but in between all those things she said to Rogers, she did say this Tyler guy fail her more than once. One time was obviously him placing her and her brother with those foster parents, but the others? Where the other foster parents that hurt her? He didn’t think she had other siblings that die. It could be anything, abuse, neglection or without having to go very far, the girl deserved loving parents, not some decent one, good ones. He would like to think that, that the guy’s mistake was just placing her with decent parents and not good ones, not that it was okay, but seeing this girls history and how much she flinched when she thought no one was looking, Tony thinks that he would be making a right assumption when saying the worst had happened. You name it, punches, starvation, rape? As he said it could be anything.

Contrary to his nature, he decided not to search the girl´s history. That was what therapy was about, right? Maybe at one moment she would open up and if he made any signal that he already knew whatever had happened, she would trust any of them. He knows Penny would notice; he had met the girl in 2 occasions, and he notice she was as observant as Natasha. Another sign of an abuse child.

Finally, the session had ended. He hated those; he was only there because it was required by the government so they could be a team again. He notice the girl didn’t make a move to participate and she also ignore Tyler when he tried to make her say something, so when they were out and Steve started to walk towards her, he tried to stop him. To no one’s surprise Capsicle didn’t care.

Penny lift her eyes from her phone, when Steve was in front on her, eyeing him suspiciously and taking a few steps back. Tony suppressed a flinch, another sign of an abuse child, rejection of nearness.

He began talking before she could go away. “Penny, I just wanted to say how sorry I am. You are right, I don’t know you or what you’ve been through. I’m sorry I judge you, your actions and attitude. It was something unfair from me.” She looked unfazed. Steve let out and sigh and looked at her with an ashamed expression. “Just wanted you to know that I’m really sorry.”

He began walking towards the Avengers when Penny talked. “Thanks.” She look at Steve at the eyes and then she walked away from them, the acceptance to Steve’s apology clear.

Natasha move to stand next to Steve. “That went well.” Then Sam decided to make an apparition. “Can we just talk how terrifying that girl is? Like, man, can she be intimidating if she wants to.”

Tony was the next in the line of let’s tease Cap. “Spangles, that girl looked like she could be carried by a breeze and yet she managed to shut your mouth. I don’t think any of us ever managed to do that.”

Steve just look around, not amuse, and say under his breath. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” And with that all of them began walking to the car. Tony had the feeling this girl will shake their lives.

Penny woke up to the familiar weight over her, Skip was here. She tried to suppress her whimpers, so he didn’t know she was awake; he made her participate when she notice she was, and she already felt dirty enough as it was. Peter had died 3 moths ago, and it was in days like today that she missed him the most. He would have done something; he wouldn’t paralyzed like she did. If that weren’t true at least she would have a companion.

“C’mon Einstein, I know you’re awake” His voice made her have nausea. She wondered how she was so stupid to trust him.

She began sobbing, begging for him to stop. Aunt May always told her and Peter that if they didn’t like something, they had to tell them to stop; she was doing that, why wasn’t Skip stopping? She wanted Peter, her Aunt, Uncle, and her parents. She wanted to be happy again. She wanted to go back to London where she knew the foster System was better. She wanted to go back in time to when her parents were alive and so was Peter. At least, she begged in her mind, let me have Peter with me.

As Skip continue doing what he was doing, she look at him through the tears in her eyes. No, Skip wouldn’t stop because of Peter, he would probably do the same that he was doing to her. She couldn’t be that selfish, Peter was dead, murder by the hands of a monster. The only lucky thing was that he didn’t met a worst monster. She would get over it, she would rise, and this will be just a bump. She will get over this, she always did.