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Watching an old press video of the Drakes before Tim was Robin
Jason: Holy shit
Dick: How did they get you so well behaved?
Tim: The threat of never being loved for all eternity
Jason:...
Dick:...
Jason:...oh
Dick: Oh, buddy
#tim drake#red robin#robin#rr#batfam#jason todd#bad parents#jake drake#and#janet drake#dick grayson#red hood#nightwing
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REBLOG IF YOU WISH YOU HAD EMOTIONALLY MATURE PARENTS!
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I will have a home one day. It will be warm, and it will be safe. It will have large windows so that it never feels like a prison. It will have comfort and light and colours, and there will be joy echoing off of each of the walls. There will be no shouting in my home. There will be no violence, no harsh words, no abuse ... it will be safe, and it will be my home.
#my thoughts#sad post#sad#tw abuse#abusive parents#abuse#toxic house#toxic parents#toxic family#toxic relationship#bad parents#parent trauma#parent issues#mommy issues#daddy issues#toxic household#toxic home#bad poetry#text post#emotional abuse#literature#poem#poet#poetry#writing#original#poets on tumblr#words#tired#trauma
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Lukewarm take: if you feel the need to prove that you are better or more powerful that anyone who is demonstratively weaker than you already, you're a fucking loser
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Continuation of my fan cast for bad parents this time. Here is my concept though: Real Housewives edition. Why? A) I’m saving Jawbone for the Fantasy Teachers B) I love Izzy Rowland who is a known Housewives fan I would do anything to make her happy.
Hallariel Seacaster
Izzy of course! The drama, the shade, the wine she could bring to the role. How I believe that women Gilear so much, if she’d marry him he’d take her name and I don’t mean like her maiden name, mean Gilear is Mr. Hallariel SEACASTER now.
Sandra Lynn Faeth
Listen. Anjali Bhimani. It’s giving Fy’ra Mom Au. It’s giving Complicated Women Podcast. If there something that Anjali can do then it is a flawed and broken woman with a heart of hold.
Sklonda Gukgag
Laura Bailey my beloved. She has the range from little creatura to stone cold badass. She can do it all.
Wilma Thistlespring
If you want the bad parents polycule to be started you need the non-binary menace that isErika Ishii to do it.you need the one who made it a mission to fictionally kiss everyone on critical role. Also I’d believe she had so much fun in this role.
Gilear
Gilear is the housewife of Hallariel as is Brennan to Izzy.
But who is the Dm?
Aabria as DM
Just because I love her and she would go so extra with a Houswives Campaign… And I love her.
#dimension 20 fhjy#dimension20#fantasy high junior year#bad parents#real housewives of elmville#fancast
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Oh my god, I just realized why I relate to so many neglected fictional characters, who mostly have bad, unavailable or abusive parents/parental figures or mentors.
I WAS NEGLECTED.
Also, MY PARENTS SUCKED.
They’re ok now? BUT STILL.
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Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.
Bojack Horseman, S5:E6 - Free Churro
#bojack horseman#bjhm#free churro#quotes#relationships#bad parents#shitty parents#this episode made me realize#i need to talk to my dad before he dies#otherwise i'll regret it#at least then i'll have tried#daddy issues
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Family is who shows up.
#cptsdsurvivor#dysfunctional family#dysfunctional parents#ex christian#ex fundamentalist#religious trauma#bad parenting#narcissist parents#ex fundie#living with cptsd#cptsd problems#just cptsd things#bad parents#parental abuse#family scapegoating abuse#covert narcissism#maternal narcissism#step parent#bio parent#found family#friends that are family#family systems#toxic siblings#toxic family
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anon asked:
okay here comes an oddly specific whump scenario i like! i‘d love to see how you write it :)
whumpee struggles with some problems and tends to drown them out in alcohol. one day when they get home drunk in the middle of the night, their parents are waiting for them with a suitcase full of their stuff, giving it to whumpee and telling them that they are no longer welcome here. in their despair, whumpee calls the only very close friend they have (caretaker) for help. the problem is that whumpee is still very wasted and not making much sense. caretaker comes to pick them up and whumpee sobs into their shoulder. in the end whumpee comes to live at caretakers home <3
(not sure if it hits a squick for you as bad parents are involved in the beginning, if it does, feel totally free to either ignore this prompt or change it up. so that maybe whumpee gets thrown out of a group home or something)
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tw bad parents, alcohol, addiction whump, emeto
"We have enough problems between the two of us. We don't need an alcoholic of a child on top of it."
Whumpee staggered along the sidewalk, trying to drag their suitcase with one hand while dialling their friend with the other. Their phone's screen was cracked in several places, and with how drunk they were, they could barely make out the names of the contacts.
"It's fucked up," they muttered. Their tears were falling freely, further obstructing their already swimming vision. "It's fucked up, they're my parents. What do you mean you don't need me? Did I ask to be fucked into the world? Fuck you. Fuck you."
They tripped and caught themself in the last moment, feeling almost grateful that at least they didn't concuss themself. They decided to sit down on the nearest bench while they made the call; Caretaker didn't need to hear them fall on their ass in their drunken stupor in real time.
The phone barely rang two times when their friend picked up. "Whumpee?" They already sounded concerned. Whumpee tried to recall how many times they'd cried wolf recently, but they couldn't even remember. "Everything okay?"
"I'm fine. Hey... Can I come over?"
"Yeah, of course. Are you crying? What's going on?"
Fuck. "No, I'm just... outside. It's cold. So I'm sniffling."
"Why are you outside at 2 am?"
"What's it to you?" they snapped. "I was just– I was taking a walk, and then I thought... I wanted somewhere warm..."
"How much did you drink? Where are you? I'll pick you up. Are you gonna be okay until I get there?"
"I'm not a child. I'm fine. I'm, uh..." Whumpee tried to make out the name of the street, but the letters danced and swirled and made their head hurt. "Fuck, you know where I am, I'm in that... that area with the, like... the park, and the school, and..."
"Gotcha. Don't move."
"Wait–"
"Hm?"
Whumpee swallowed. "Can you stay on the phone? I don't like this place. Just put me on speaker or something while you drive. Please?"
"What do you mean you don't like it? Whumpee, are you okay? Is someone bothering you?"
"I'm fine! I'm fine, there's no one here, I..." Their voice broke as they looked around the empty street, barely illuminated by a lamp way too far away. "I'm alone. I'm so alone. Can you hurry?"
"Two minutes, angel. Sit tight."
Whumpee couldn't remember what they talked about while they waited. At some point they stretched out on the bench and almost fell asleep, and they didn't even realise they were hearing Caretaker's voice both from the phone and from a few feet away. They barely reacted when their friend shook them by the shoulders.
"What's with the suitcase, Whumpee?" Caretaker asked, worried out of their mind. Whumpee couldn't understand why. They hated their parents anyway. "What did your parents do? Did you run away?"
"'m sleepy," they slurred, closing their eyes again. "Take m' home... please..."
"Alright, alright. Up we go."
The whole world tilted as Whumpee was pulled upright, and they immediately turned away and retched. "Ugh... Gross... Sorry..."
"Don't worry about it," Caretaker said gently. "Let's go home."
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tw: vent, mental health discussion, bad parents, written in second person for some reason
hi.
let me set the scene for you. you, a 14 year old boy, have always struggled with people. they’re so complex and confusing and you hate most of them. you have two sisters, an older sister, the scapegoat and a younger sister, the naive one. and you. the golden child.
two mentally ill parents in the process of getting a divorce. you find yourself on your mother’s ‘side’. your father…is bad? he wasn’t involved in your life much, or so your mother tells you. you don’t remember your young childhood very well, honestly.
your mother….hm. your mother is a terribly insecure person, and was subject to some form of emotional abuser from your father, as she very frequently reminds you. she relies on you heavily. **heavily**. not just for helping with your siblings, but for…emotional support, often in the form of venting to you about your father. you have a tumultuous relationship, somewhat, at least. often very close, but it can turn harsh very quickly. your mother has few friends, and rarely leaves the house, making you one of her main forms of interaction and connection.
your father. your..father. you don’t know where to start with him, really. not like it’s a dramatic thing, you just….dont have much to say about him. apparently, he is an abusive person and a narcissist (to be clear, i am not a person who thinks ‘narc abuse’ should be a term that’s used). that’s what your mother says. and maybe he is. he probably is. but, as previously mentioned, not much of your childhood can be recalled, so you can’t be sure for yourself. he clearly favors your younger sister, and makes your mother and older sister out to be terrible people. where does that leave you? it’s subject to change. everyone always stays in those positions, but you. you fluctuate in his mind. sometimes he tries to keep you ‘on his side’ and sometimes he sees you as siding with your mother. you haven’t figured out why you were singled out. you may never.
so what is there to do? you are a mentally unhealthy teen who daydreams about violence and spends far too much of his life online and withdrawn. you want to change this, but you can’t. you just have to wait until you can leave your family, or at least distance yourself.
#tw vent#vent post#vent#bad parents#umm#sorry guys#mental illness#trying to tag stuff so it doesn’t catch anyone by surprise#violence ideation mention#very brief though#delete later#anyone know why i can’t remember stuff ?
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Concept: Tim is in an extremely toxic relationship and he doesn't realize until his partner says something he remembers his parents saying to him as a kid
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Partner: Are you really gonna eat all that?
Tim: Wh-
Tim:
Tim: Oh shit
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Just saw a post about bad parents basically and I just wanted to say...
Please please please don't let this ugly cycle continue. Raising children broken, yes it's okay to admit that they broke you, and destroying the meaning of the word family....that can be generational whether it's realised or not. Please please please be the parent that your kid's friend will come out to, be the one who doesn't make fun of your kid, who doesn't body shame, or abuse, or hurt. Be the parent you needed as you cry in your bedroom. Be the parent you needed when you got a bad grade. Be the parent you needed when you got into your first relationship.
Break the cycle, or break the world.
#break the cycle#children#save the kids#bad parents#bad parenting#be a better person#be the person you needed
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I want so badly for adults to understand me. Very deeply. I hope there's a day I walk into a new pharmacy and they look at me with my tattoos and my black lipstick and not see someone who abuses these medications I've taken since adolescence. I hope so deeply I do not need to convince any new doctor of my ailments. I crave so completely to have the whole world explained to me in diligent detail so I can understand.
I am 25 years old. And I do not see myself as an adult. I feel like a nervous child who, in tears, begs to be understood, and to understand. To have them see no malice in my mistakes.
I want everyone I come across to accept the olive branches I am carrying by the bundle.
I feel lost at sea. Starving, exhausted, sleep deprived, and in pain. Watching the boats turn their noses up at my decaying being, and pass me by.
#personal#disabilities#disability#medication#mental health medication#pharmacy#sleep deprived#mental health#mental instability#mental illness#mentally ill#chronic pain#agoraphobia#PTSD#bad parenting#bad parents#discrimination#goth problems#agoraphobic#borderline personality disorder#bpd#bpd vent#disability vent#vent post#venting#vent
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Eddie's dad drags him along to steal his first car at age 13. Eddie's excited, nervous, but eager to please his father. He knows his mother wouldn't approve but she's passed out drunk again, so her opinion hadn't been relevant when his father had barged in and swooped him up.
His father takes him to a nice end of town, filled with mansions that are strung up with extravagant Christmas lights to display their wealth and holiday cheer. Eddie doesn't go to these neighborhoods, never has occasion to. They breeze by the residential area and wind up near shopping centers, boutiques with fancy polos and knick knacks.
When they pull into a packed parking lot, filled with last minute holiday shoppers, Eddie can feel nervous sweat dripping down his skin.
"We're gonna have a damn good Christmas this year." His father mumbles, greed in his eyes and breath sour with the stench of alcohol as he scans across the lot for fancy cars. He spots his mark. "There. That one Ed. Do you see it? No cameras pointed towards it. Snow still melting on the hood so engines still warm. Good solid Beemer, real nice car. Will sell for a pretty penny."
Eddie just nods, his fingers shaking as his eyes flit around the lot. There are people going to a from their cars. Its dark, with a gentle flurry of snow but anyone could see them in the well lit lot.
They get out of their own car, the doors sqeaky and rust blooming across the old metal. Eddie cringes at the sound. Its so loud. It feels like eyes are watching all around him. The air feels cold and thin, like its not reaching his lungs right even though he's practically panting.
His dad sidles up to the car, his tools in his pocket and it takes him less than 30 seconds to jimmy the driver side door open and he hits the unlock button so Eddie can scramble into the passenger side.
"Now look here son." His dad takes his tools out, lays them across his lap and gestures to the console. "You see these new fancy cars, there's a little latch right here. You gotta tug it till that snaps and it'll pop right out." He pops the plastic off, revealing the mess of wires beneath. "See easy as that." And then he hands the pliers to Eddie, who fumbles and almost drops them to the fancy floor mats.
"Now you cut this one here and we are gonna cut this other one here. Then we just need to spark em" Eddie follows the instructions, slow and unsteady because all he can register right now is his heartbeat slamming against his ribs.
He strips the wires back and his father takes over, grabs them and clicks the exposed metal together until the car roars to life. He gives a woop and Eddie can't help but give a shakey smile.
"That's it?" Eddie asks, because it feels too easy.
"That's it son." His fathers crooked teeth shine yellow in the streetlight as he grins.
His father puts the car in reverse, backing out and driving nice and easy. He gets them onto the main road and Eddie can finally feel his nerves start to calm.
"Now we are just gonna get this beauty over to Johnny's. Then-" his dad is interrupted by a sound, a small sleepy groan from the backseat and they both freeze.
"Dad? Are you done shopping alread-" The voice cuts off and Eddie swings around and his gaze finds a boy roughly his age, sitting up and looking like a deer in the headlights as he realizes it's not his father driving the car, but Eddie's. Fuck. Shit.
Eddie can feel the tension, flits his eyes to his father who is looking in the rear view mirror, his face shuddering into panic and then swiftly schooling his face into blankness.
"Who are you?" The boy asks wearily.
His father plasters on a fake smile. "Hey kiddo. Ran into your dad in the store with my boy here. He was saying how he was buying you Christmas gifts and didn't want you to see em before the big day. So he asked if I would run you home real quick."
The boys eyes narrow suspiciously and Eddie knows before he opens his mouth that he isn't buying the bullshit his dad is trying to sell him one bit. This has gone sideways and Eddie knows that his dad can't get caught again or he will go away for a long time and then it's just going to be Eddie and his mom who barely was a person these days, drowning herself in booze and pills and powder.
The boy lunges quickly to the door and Eddie hears the click of the locks as his dad beats the kid to it. The car swerves precariously as his dad is distracted.
"Let me out!" The boy yells, a tremor in his voice and the sound makes Eddie want to curl up and hide. This is so fucked. They are kidnapping him. This is a kidnapping.
"Dad-" Eddie begins to plead, to try to reason that this is too far, that he wants no part in this. Fuck the money. Fuck Christmas. He wants to go home and let this kid go home too.
His dad doesn't let him finish, just whirls around with like a cornered viper and lashes out. His fist hits the other kid right in the face and the sound is stark and violent. The boy cries out, immediately gushing blood from his nose. He's letting out terrified whimpers. Eddie is terrified too.
"Shut the fuck up!" His father screams at the boy, the car swerving dangerously and someone honks at them. Hot tears track down Eddie's face and he hiccups out a sob. His father rounds on him next, "Shut the fuck up!" He repeats, this time lashing out towards his own son.
The boy is cowering against the backseat, blood and tears on his face as Eddie shrinks into his own seat. What thw fuck is happening?
"Jesus fucking Christ. Shut up shut up shut up." His father is losing control, panicking. Eddie knows to keep himself scarce when his dad gets like this, violent and unpredictable, but he can't run while trapped in a moving car.
Eddie can't run away. His throat feels like its closing, like there's no oxygen in this stolen little car. Maybe the other kid sucked it up for himself. He can't run away. The doors are locked and they are kidnapping someone and he can't get away.
His father is shouting, rage in his tone but the words become jumbled and lost in the ringing thats taken over Eddie's ears. The other boy is crying, the sound of alarm like battery acid along his nerves, tingling and burning and awful.
Eddie doesn't register what he's doing until he has his hands on the wheel, trying to wrench it from his father's hold. There's screaming, and the blair of car horns, but Eddie just wants to make this night stop, wants to make the boy stop crying because it's making something primal in Eddie terrified, wants his father to just pull the car over because this is too fucking much.
The world goes sideways, crunching metal and glass and then Eddie feels the cold gentle snowfall against his face. There's warmth dripping from his hairline, and lights blur in and out of focus. Sound is muffled, and his brain sluggish when he turns to look around.
His father is there, head pushed against the shattered windshield at an awkward angle, red stark against his pale skin. His eyes are closed, his body still. Pain laces through Eddie and he cries out as he shifts away from the sight. The world is sluggish and slow. He smells pine and salty tangy blood.
He hears another whimper and turns and behind him the boy is still there, still huddled down and trembling with wide brown eyes in the backseat. Glass glitters in his hair. It looks kind of magical Eddie thinks in a daze.
A siren cuts through the fog he's in, snapping the world back into focus and it's like a dip into fridge waters. There's so much at once. Eddie can see the flash of red and blue, drawing closer.
Cops. Oh God cops. He can't be here. He looks to his dad, still unmoving and slumped against the steering wheel. He will never be able to drag him out in time. He won't be able to stop the cops from finding them like this.
He hears the boy shifting in the back and then the crunch of metal as he shoves the door open. Eddie scrambles out of the car right after, adrenaline punching through his veins.
The boy stands, legs trembling and puts his arms around himself to stave off the cold. The lights draw close, bathing him in the colors and once again Eddie's brain fizzles just a bit, caught off guard at the sight.
He doesn't have time to think, can't come up with a plan or a story to get his dad out of this. But he can run now. He can get away. The forest looms dark ahead of them where they've wrecked the car up against a row of pines.
Eddie stumbles up, worn out shoes sliding in the snow and he heads for the tree line. He stops just at the edge when he hears the boy again, a soft scared sound warbling out of his throat.
Fuck his father for getting them into this mess. Fuck his father for hitting the poor kid. Fuck his father for making another little boy cry. Eddie's used to it. Eddie can handle it. His heart bleeds to hear it come from someone else.
Even still, there's something inside him that knows he can't let his dad get caught kidnapping some kid.
Eddie whirls around and sprints to the boy, grabbing his hand tightly in his own. "Come on." He hisses to him. "We have to run now." And then he tugs him along into the dark safety of the forest as the lights pulls up, the cop car skidding to a stop.
"Wait, but-" the boy protests, but doesn't stop keeping pace behind Eddie.
"Please." Eddie pleads, because he doesn't know what they are doing, but he knows cops are bad news and he knows his dad will go to jail again but maybe it won't be so long if he doesn't have a fucking kidnapping charge to add to the car theft. "Please just trust me."
They lock eyes, brown mirrors of terror, and there's no reason to trust him at all, but he feels it, the chance that maybe he will.
And he does. The boy nods and goes quiet and picks up the pace, his chilled fingers squeezing onto Eddie's like a lifeline as they stumble through the woods.
They can't see the lights or hear the sirens anymore when they finally slow down. Their breath visible in the cold night air, both panting and shivering from the temperature and the nerves. Eddie can't find it in him to drop the warm point of contact between them.
Eddie doesn't know what he's going to do. He could go home to his mother, probly still numb to the world around her, but the cops would be there soon enough. He can probly stay at a friend's but then there's the problem of the kid he's dragging around that has a bloodied face and a quickly darkening bruise on his eye.
"Where are we going?" The boy asks him, loud in the quiet of the night.
"I-" Eddie stumbles over his words, grasping for an answer. "I dont know." He hears the resignation in his own voice, the lost quality.
The boy squeezes his fingers and its grounding. His tears have all dried. "It's okay. I dont know where to go either." He runs his other hand through his hair and some glass tumbles out and he giggles. Eddie smiles at him. Its an adorable sound. He knows its probly just the high from the adrenaline making they giddy but. Its nice. "Your dad is kinda scary. Is your mom nicer?"
"No." Eddie says automatically. "Well yeah, but not really. She doesnt say much"
"My parents don't say much either. To me. I mean they say alot, just not like. To me. " The boy trails off. "I'm Steve by the way."
"I'm Eddie." This is weird. Small talk with a boy he and his dad had unknowingly kidnapped. Really weird.
"My dad will be pissed about his car. He just bought it." Steve says and Eddie cringes.
"I'm sorry." That doesn't feel like enough. "I'm so fucking sorry. He, my dad, we just wanted to have a good Christmas. We didn't know you were there."
"Its okay." Steve says easily, like he wasn't just a sobbing mess. "I mean it sucks and my face hurts but. Well my dad probly didn't even remember I was in the car either. So. " He shrugs. "Is your head okay?"
Eddie had forgotten about his head, but he reaches up and feels the blood, sticky and congealed and clumping itchy. It hurts when he presses in tentatively, but not the worst he's ever had.
"I think its okay. It doesn't hurt much. Is your face okay?"
"Does it not look okay?" Steve looks a little panicked again, reaches up and touches his nose gingerly.
"No! No it looks good" Eddie tries to reassure. "Pretty as a peach Stevie. Just a little bruised. " and then he cringes because did he just say that?
"Oh." Eddie can't tell what kind of tone that is. Waits for the other boy to get angry, but he doesn't. Just keeps pace as they walk along.
"So should I just take you home?" Eddie asks, because they kinda need to make a plan. They can't keep wandering the woods all night.
But Steve's face kind of scrunches, then winces when there's pain at the movement. "Where are you gonna go?"
Eddie isn't sure. His mind scrambles to think of a place to go. Uncle Wayne lives in the next state over. He could probly stay there until things cool off a bit. His mother will come out of her daze to come get him eventually.
"I think im gonna go to my Uncles? He lives in Indiana."
"How are you gonna get all the way to Indiana?" Steve asks, eyes wide and brown and curious.
"Hitchhike? Or there might be a train that goes that way i could hop on." Its winter and cold, so maybe the train isn't the best idea. But well, he doesn't have much of a choice.
"That's so far away though." Steve's got concern glittering in his eyes. "Is that safe?"
"Safer than going home. The cops will see our footprints in the snow. They'll probly go to my house soon as they lock up my dad."
"Can I come?"
Eddie stops walking, sways in place. What? Steve stops beside him and turns to him.
"Why would you wanna come with me to Indiana? We just kidnapped you!"
"Well your dad kidnapped me technically, which apparently was an accident. You tried to stop him. You tried to protect me." Steve looks so earnest. He looks pretty in the moonlight, soft snowflakes falling around them. "And I can return the favor if I go with you. Protect you till you get to your uncles. Then I can call my parents to come get me."
And thats such a crazy leap of logic. Steve isn't any bigger than Eddie is, all gangly teenage limbs and hadn't really put up any fight while they were in the car. Its such a stupid idea.
But there's warmth blooming in Eddie's chest because yeah, it might be kinda nice to have some company. Safer for sure, and if they did take the train they could huddle together to keep warm instead of risking getting the wrong kind of trucker pulling over to give them a ride. Maybe they could even be friends.
Thats stupid. A rich boy being friends with trailer trash who tried to steal his car and then wrecked it with him in it. But no matter how stupid, it's a nice thought. Maybe they could just play pretend for a few days. They weren't too old for that yet.
"Okay. Yeah okay." A laugh bubbles out of him because its rediculous, but Steve laughs too. "You can be my knight in shining armor, escorting the runaway rogue after a heist gone sideways."
"You're weird." Steve says, but there's no malice in it. Just mirth tinged with confusion.
Eddie tightens his fingers around Steve's and turns them south, towards the rail yards where they can hop on a train.
(I just started typing and then this happened. Feel free to use this, expand on it, whatever. I just loved the idea of the boys being young runaways together, hopping trains and getting into rough situations and becoming codependent and ending up with Wayne taking them both in and them growing up together and pining since they were kids. I might continue this. I might not. We will see.)
#fanfic#stranger things#steve harrington#fanfic prompt#eddie munson#steddie#they were runaways#car theft#eddie is already smitten#bad parents#steves parents dont even realize he's gone#like until he calls from waynes#they just forgot about him#so he stays gone#meet cute#or meet horrible#maybe i can work billy into this#they meet him on the run too#oh gosh the ideas.#someone take this from me before i write more. for the love of god i have other things to write first
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People misunderstand us childfree folks. We don't hate your kids, we hate you. Entitled parents who think that everyone and everything should be tailored to them because they don't want to put in the effort to raise their children are fucking scum.
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I'd like to find every person in my life who told me "you'll miss being a kid", and "being a kid is the best time of your life, enjoy it" and tell them all off. No, I do not miss being a kid. Being a kid sucks.
#cptsdsurvivor#dysfunctional family#dysfunctional parents#bad parenting#narcissist parents#actually autistic#actually neurodivergent#actually ace#oldest child#child neglect#bad parents#parental abuse#parentification#parentified child#generational curses#covert narcissism#maternal narcissism#childhood medical neglect#religious homeschooling#growing up religious#religious parents#child rights
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