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writingwithtrauma · 1 year
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it was easier when i didn’t know
when he was just being confused
or forgetful and we laughed about it
or silly because he was my funny dad
not because he was drunk
when it was just a green can with something stinky inside
it was so much easier to be around him
- the cluelessness of unspoken alcoholism
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The dysfunctional family yipeee
( i love shapey wdym?? 🤨)
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eyesofhellabore · 1 year
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Lucky little favorite 
(tw: verbal abuse mentioned)
Daddy held the key to me
The one that let me speak
The key that could let me shout
And free me from the deep
But that key is shrouded in the alcohol
He nails me to the edge 
And makes me feel so small
Daddy said that I was lucky
Mama didn’t like hitting
Used your mouth like kerosene
And then the words would do the spittin’
Light me up
Hit me up
Light me up again
Didn’t need to lay a hand
His words could thunder in
Like a hand pulling insides out
Altering your lungs
Rewiring your brain
So you can’t fathom love
Daddy taught me when you’re cryin’
You better shut up
Told me that winning’s more important
Than happiness and love
Bought me things
To make me  quiet
Treat me like a dog
And call me like one too
My name was bitch and cunt
When he’s drunk
I’m his all-time fav
When he wants to bash my soul
And nail me to the grave
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choppedcoffeeyouth · 11 months
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My fucking prick of a dad ruined alcohol for me
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Hey
Hey Andy, could you please come pick me up?
My dad is acting crazy and his mood is so contagious
I need to get out of this house, I do
I can't sink back I've been doing so much better
He sits imposing at the table and he slurps his beer from an oversized mug and he stares you down with his cold eyes and his crooked smile.
And he waits.
He waits to hear something he can get angry over.
He waits to punish you for oxymorons
He sits in the warm light, fists resting on that slimy table
And he has a way of making you feel like everything unholy is your fault
And those eyes eat at you, and they appear to you in dreams
And in darkness
And in the drippy puddle at the shower drain
They convince you they can see into your soul,
That you don't know yourself,
That they've uncovered a knowingly hid evil
And one day you clean out the stale beer in the sink and you don't see his eyes anymore,
You see your own
And you stare them down the drain until they're washed away by your tears
So Andy, can you pretty please come pick me up?
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brookepricer · 2 years
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So I took a few days off unexpectedly…. But I had to cut my father out of my life on Sunday. And boy did that hurt me more than I thought.
Backstory: I was adopted at birth… my adopted parents are a whole different evil and for a different story time. My birth parents found me online about 10 years ago. And I was so excited to have an actual mom and dad. I always wanted a good father/daughter relationship and thought it could be him (Jason is is name). Well I soon found that that he is an alcoholic and a racist. 😩😤😠 and this was at his own wedding to my mom (they had separated after my birth and rekindled a relationship when they found me)
Well… skip 4-5 years later and my mom packs her bags and leaves in the middle of the night. Drives several states to get to her parents house here in Cali. Well I finally was told, last year, that he also hit my mom many times. Causing her to go to work with bruises and black eyes. So believe me when I heard that I personally cut ties with Jason right then and there. I just had no idea how to tell him that, so I ghosted him.
So on Sunday he tried to publicly post on my Facebook about how I’m not talking to him. I am his only child, so he was hurting…… but my dude, you HIT MY MOM! so I finally let him know, via video messages, about 10 one minute long clips.
Honestly I’d love for him to be sober, stable job, no racist thoughts, and no women hitting thoughts…. I’d I’ve to have a dad… but not him, not right now… so I told him, and I’m sure he had some drinks, he told me all was lied and that I am not wanted… okay then
He showed the videos to Nana, his mom, and she told me I was 100% in the right, and he is all those things…. His own mom has the same thoughts as me….
It’s just a lot to swallow… I might dive into spells and my mystic shop… just know that I might not be very talkative, but I am here. Just dealing with a lot.
Please have a wonderful day/night 🌙 Blessed Be my dearest ones 🖤✨
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I said to my mom that this is me her and my brother after my dad left
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frank-o-meter · 2 years
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This is one of those customized Funko figures I’ve heard of…
a Funko of my alcoholic Dad!
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stevebabey · 2 months
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"Alright, here we go!" The bartender announces, leaning up to place the drinks on the bar.
"That's one whiskey, neat—" He says, sliding the lowball cocktail glass with amber liquid in front of Eddie.
"—And one Whammin' Slammin' Booty-Bangin' Pina Colada."
He places the extravagant cocktail in front of Steve. It's decorated to the nines with a straw, an umbrella, a piece of pineapple, and a little bit of tinsel on a toothpick. A whole party decoration in a drink.
"You guys have a good night." The bartender says warmly, already moving down the bar to tend to other customers.
Eddie stares down at the whiskey in the glass before him and pouts a little. Beside him and watching his boyfriend closely, Steve rolls his eyes.
"Oh, quit being dramatic," Steve says, sliding the cocktail across the bar so it's in front of Eddie, who had ordered it. He steals the glass of whiskey back at the same time.
"It happens every time."
"It happens most times."
"That isn't much better!" Eddie protests, even as he leans down and takes a long sip from the straw while they both get to their feet and leave the bar. Steve's hunting for a table they can snag, his eyes narrowed in focus. Eddie follows him blindly, his cocktail cupped in both hands.
"I'm serious, Steve! What is it about this adorable face—" He says, gesturing to himself, barely letting go of the straw to talk. It doesn't seem to faze him that Steve doesn't even glance back. "—Says I don't want to enjoy a Whammin' Bammin' Big Booty Colada?"
Steve comes to a stop, pausing his search for a moment to look back at Eddie. His expression seems unimpressed on the surface but Eddie can see his lips twitching up at the corners.
"We've had this conversation too many times, babe." He sighs halfheartedly and takes a quick sip of his own whiskey, eyes casting back out across the bar. "You have scary dog energy, you know this. You specifically dress like this on purpose."
Eddie picks up the pineapple wedged on the edge of his glass and bites into it, sending it down with another sip of his cocktail as Steve leads them further into the back of the bar. He finally spots a spare empty table.
"C'mon, I think I found one." Steve urges, one hand snaking back to make sure Eddie's following.
"Is it a crime to wish to not fall victim to stereotypes?" Eddie prattles on, following Steve duly by slipping his hand into Steve's outstretched one. His cocktail wobbles precariously as he takes another gulp.
"Like when that waitress gave me your awful black coffee! And you got my delicious delicacy that I paid extra hard-earned money for..."
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i like to think that when steve and eddie go out, people always lean into their assumptions and are like hmm ok preppy boy with the polo? oh he gets the fruity cocktail! and eddie is always like >:( i don't want this expensive puddle of piss gimme the bonanza supreme cocktail pls. like excuse me i paid for that.
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aha-chuu · 8 months
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Things Wriothesley has canonically done (according to his voiceline leaks)
"escaped" from his foster home as a child (Fontaine has a bad track record with orphans)
Been homeless
Killed his foster parents (??) (apparently for good reason)
Picked a new name from an obituary (bonus points for knowing it would be hard to pronounce and going for it exactly for that reason & more dramatic reasons)
Spent almost half his life in prison
Finessed the prison trading system so hard that he became richer than all the other inmates combined
Wrote a book in prison about working out (it's very popular?? Okay, babe)
Successfully turned all the other inmates against the adminstration after the warden took all of Wriothesley's money
Beat the warden in an honourable duel (allowed by even the other guards), until the warden fled the prison
Did that on his final day, meaning there was no head administrator to sign Wriothesley's release forms
Walked into the warden's office, signed off his own release and immediately took over the job
(everyone just accepted this???? What kind of job market?????)
Made the prison so profitable that he was awarded the title of "Duke" by Neuvillette for his contributions to the economy
Hid his vision for his entire prison sentence, all the way to until becoming a duke
Is now just insanely rich. Joining the Ayato & Diluc club??
Went swimming in diluted primordial water (hun????? Go to the doctor????)
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why-bless-your-heart · 9 months
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Low-risk drinking is no more than 14 drinks a week for men, 7 drinks a week for women. 1-2 drinks in one sitting is recommended for women, 1-4 for men. It’s also best to drink for no more than three days consecutively and to abstain for several days in a row to allow your liver time to recover.
If you drink more heavily or more frequently than this, it’s most likely time to re-evaluate your relationship with alcohol.
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voiddaisy · 29 days
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guys what the balls no one told me how tragic roy harper is either. what do you mean he had a daughter but he is DEAD. what do you mean he was jason todd’s best friend and he died. what the balls guys warn a girl next time.
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crimeronan · 11 months
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people being like "hunter needs structure and stability" respectfully hunter DOES need stability - in that he needs an environment where he's no longer afraid of the people around him & is confident that he'll always have a safe place to stay n safe people to call - but the kid absolutely DOES NOT need structure. if anything hunter needs LESS structure. this is mister "teens are probably into the same things as me, like authority and rules" please be nice to him.
my absolute favorite hunter darius dynamic is one with like, hunter asking to stay out late on a school night or whatever bc luz has some cool-as-shit event happening in the human world that he wants to attend & darius is just like "you can do whatever you want forever" & hunter's like "aren't you...??? going to....??? give me a curfew????"
darius: why would you need a curfew?
hunter: because i-! what if i'm TIRED before SCHOOL
darius: then you can skip a day.
hunter: [HORRIFIED GASP]
darius: kid. look. you already extensively weighed the risks and benefits of going to this thing on a school night. right?
hunter: ......i did make three charts.
darius: and you determined that the benefits outweigh the risks. with your three charts
hunter: .....yes
darius: ok.
hunter:
darius: so.
hunter:
darius: in conclusion. you can do whatever you want forever.
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zeeckz · 3 months
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choppedcoffeeyouth · 9 months
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My dad's a prick. Me and mum are here but he was only concerned about seeing my fucking sister. Fuck him
Also beer comes first, of course
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Love Lies Here Bleeding
Nestled into his side, my only love on the left
I breathe in his aftershave and think to myself,
That perhaps if he had done this years ago, sober, we wouldn't be so torn today
He tells that he's proud
We're not fags, asses, bitches, dumb fucks.
He says he's sorry he yells at us
He loves us very much, he doesn't want to hurt us
He loves us so much
He wants to make us tougher
So he bullies us
He said he's sorry for when he's abusive with his words
He loves us so much
He's just preparing us for the real world
It's harsh
He wants us to be able to face it
He says he wouldn't hit us, he doesn't want to have to hit us to get his message across,
Because that would hurt
He yells so he doesn't have to hit us
Because he loves us.
He gets misty eyed for love of his father.
He tells us we need to be toughened, because unlike him, we weren't beat on as kids.
He got into fights because his parents fought, he beat because he was beaten
My grandparents, he says, made him this way
He casually tells a story of being choked against the wall by his father as my Grandma threatened him over his report card
Of course he is drunk
Laughter and tears, slurs and promises flow freely
He gestures wildly and I sigh once again
If only years ago, if only sober
I wouldn't be so uncomfortable with the hand resting at my hip, the shoulder supporting my head, the slightest movement of his large hands
He says he loves us
As I excuse myself, nothing feels certain but two things
Someone is lying to me, and his love slanders the word's meaning.
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