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codenamehazard · 4 months

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.:The Dam Breaks:.

Chapter 27: The Dam Breaks

[TRIGGER WARNING: SEVERE MENTAL BREAKDOWN, SMALL MENTION OF CORPERAL PUNISHMENT, ANXIETY, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, MENTION OF ABILISM, SHITTY PARENT BEING SHITTY, MENTIONS OF BUGS AND SPIDERS.]

Hey guys! Hoooooo man, this is a chapter I've been chomping at the bit to share with you guys ever since I finished it! I hope you guys like this as much I liked writing it! Big shoutout to @rogueshadeaux for helping me with research, brainstorming and being the creator of Jean and Brent Rowland!

Without further ado, let's jump in!

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Warmth runs down my throat as I take a sip of warm water. How long has it been since the chaos that was Pangolin’s transfer into the Poison Ward of this hospital went down? Around 12 hours? With how on edge everybody was, it was hard to tell and it didn’t calm down either.

Sometime earlier, The metal man had walked out into the waiting room to get Mako with a worrying urgency. She got up with no questions asked, but this prompted Dove to jump up and try to blitz through the doors. It took both Kestrel and I to hold the thrashing pigeon back. I actually had to zap him hard enough to knock him out just so that Mako could get through unimpeded.

A squabble followed when Dove came to, the dodo and the bird of prey locked verbal talons as they screamed at each-other. It wasn’t until Kestrel gave a sharp-tongued snap at Dove that he backed down and conceded the argument. Now he was just sitting in the corner, sulking like a child.

I don’t blame the kid, really. If that was my brother, I would be ready to become a one-man demolition team. Though I understand that right now, the best way we can help Pangolin is to stay out of the docs’ way until we’re called upon.

I paid little mind to the plague doctor knock-off as something else has my attention. Kestrel…

Ever since Pangolin was admitted, she hasn’t been acting right. Granted, she’s always been an odd bird, eccentric, but this? This isn’t normal even for her. Pacing back and forth like a trapped zoo animal, fussing with that evil eye bracelet I remember seeing from when we talked in Droptown, sometimes she would flap her hands when she thinks nobody’s looking. She’s silent as a church mouse, something that she just isn’t.

The thing that really had my attention were her steel-blue eyes. Wide and wild, darting from the bay doors to a door painted a cool blue with a moon on it. Back and forth, back and forth, incessantly. Something’s not right in her head and it isn’t just from the fear for her fellow Misfit.

Watching Kestrel pace about with her wild eyes, it made me feel something I haven’t felt in a long ass time. An emotion I didn’t expect to feel. A weight in my stomach, an ache. The sight twists my guts into a knot that claws at me. Worry. I scoff at the sensation and brush it off.

Why should I worry about the girl? She’s a grown woman, she can take care of herself. Besides, it’s a waste of emotional energy. There’s no point in worrying about someone who hates me and who I hate in kind.

Despite my reasoning, the knot remains, so I just ignore it. There’s probably another reason why it’s there.

I turn my head as I hear the door open, seeing Mako and the tin-man… Coyote, was it? I don’t know, so many new names. They were quietly talking among themselves before turning to face us. Kes takes a deep breath and shakes her head, trying to calm herself and hide her… Whatever’s going on in her head, before asking the two about Pangolin’s status.

God, she’s not even sounding right. Her voice is too quiet, despite trying to speak with confidence, her tone’s also…. Restricted, I guess? There’s the kind of cracking that happens when you’re trying to hold something back. Mako and Coyote look at each-other before nodding, Mako stepping up towards us.

“Pangolin’s status has been stabilized, but he’s not out of the weeds yet. That sting from the blink scorpion went into his bones and was wreaking havoc on the marrow. I had to help Crow infuse the anti-corrodium serum directly into his bones without throwing up.” She says with a shudder as Coyote rubs his hand, must have had her hold it during everything. Mako was never a fan of patterned holes. “Thankfully the infusion is working and he’s stable enough to have another visi-”

Before Mako could finish her sentence, Dove leaps up from his seat and practically disappears as he turns into a gust of wind. The only thing that tells me where he is was the movement of objects as he rushes through to be with his brother.

Kes sighs in relief, or rather tries to. Whatever demon she’s fighting in her head is crossing some wires in that brain of hers. The sight is strange, the only thing I could really describe it as is like she’s forgetting how to be a normal person right before my eyes. The wild eyes now damn near flying around in their sockets and her smile becoming more forced by the second.

Coyote and Mako look at each-other worriedly before the shark gives the metal-man a nod. Coyote nods back before heading over and whispering something into Kes’ ear, I try to listen in, but it’s too faint. Whatever he said prompted the girl to make a beeline to that weird moon-door with Coyote hot on her heels.

The man gets in front of Kes and opens the door for her before she shoulder-checks it down and closes it quietly behind her. What happens next…. Makes me nauseous.

Screaming, warped and metallic. Just like back at her shop when Pangolin pushed her too far. Hearing it the first time made me sick and angry but this time it makes my blood run cold and the knot in my stomach grow tighter, the sound of twisting metal inside the room didn’t help either. Without thinking, I push myself off the wall and walk over to the door. Coyote looks at me worried and about ready to go into a defensive stance when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn my head to glare at the offending party. Mako.

“You better have a damn good reason for why I shouldn’t fry you for touching me.” I can hear Shiny getting ready to say something, but Mako holds her hand up.

“Cole, slow your roll for a second. I can explain what’s going on…. Somewhat.” She hums and I try to relax. Eyes glowing intensely as I watch her.

“Kestrel’s having a meltdown.” Mako says with a sigh and I scoff.

“Yeah, I can see that but that doesn’t explain anything.” I snip as I cross my arms, Mako facepalms.

“I was getting to that, Cole.” Mako growls in aggravation. “She’s on the Spectrum.”

“... The internet company?”

“NO!!” The shark bellows out before thumping her hand on her forehead. “The Autism Spectrum. She’s high functioning!”

Autism? That’s a word I haven’t heard in a long time. Last time I heard that word was back when I was in high-school. A classmate of mine fell to pieces in band class after the asshole behind him wouldn’t stop screeching on that damn violin he had. Surprised I didn’t have tinnitus from that asshat alone. The last horrendous squeak had me turning around to deck the fucker when the poor kid just lost it. Threw himself on the ground, covered his ears, started to rock himself to pieces and yelled at the top of his lungs to “shut up” repeatedly. The teacher’s assistant had to help the guy out while the teacher dragged Screechie McFuckface out of the class to give him a verbal lashing.

I remembered asking the assistant what was going on and she told me it had something to do with Autism and then shooed me away so she could focus on getting the kid calmed down… Then I asked my dad about it.

“That’s what damn brats like you become when parents are too soft on them. 16 years old and throwing fucking tantrums like toddlers. Damn kid should have gotten the belt, not a coddle.”

Needless to say that was the last time I talked to Dad about that kid.

With that word associated with Kestrel, things started to make sense.. Things I thought were normal girl things started to line up with things the rocking kid did and even the things that weren’t normal made some sense. How she would get irritated when things she had placed just so would get moved or just people moving her stuff in general. How she avoided certain textures. How she would sometimes stop and stare at the ceiling or at corners at odd times. Even how she couldn’t quite look me in the eyes, always looking at the large scar on the left side of my face. It all made sense.

And now, her screaming also made sense.

“Everything that happened?” Mako continues. “The monsters, the bugs, the big ass spider, Pangolin getting tagged badly, all of that on top of shouldering the physical and emotional burden that comes with taking the lead? It was like a landslide falling into a reservoir. Yeah, the dam can hold it all back for a little bit, but it starts to crack and leak until-”

“-It fails and breaks.” I finish as my brain processes everything, dots connecting in ways I didn’t know were there.

“Mhm.” Mako hums as she nods. “She did well to last as long as she did, but that constant burden of having to always put on a brave face and look like she’s in control is one of the reasons why she wants nothing to do with leadership at all. It would wreak havoc on her mental-state, that’s what she says anyways.”

Mako continues to explain, but at this point my mind begins to focus on something that’s only growing more and more insistent. The knot in the pit of my stomach that I’ve been trying to ignore. The gnawing of worry. It’s damn-near suffocating, but why?!? I don’t worry about people like this unless I care about them, but why am I caring about the bird?! Why do I care? Why am I giving a rat’s left testicle about the freak-out of someone who hates my guts, Autism or not?? Kestrel doesn’t like me, I don’t like her. We both hate each-other, so why should I give a shit?!

The clicking of the door draws my attention as I see Coyote peek into the room, it’s at that point I notice that the screaming has quieted. He walks inside and stays in there for a little before peeking his head out of the door. Signaling for Mako to come over. She nods and ushers me to follow. I walk over to the door to peek in and…

Oh… Fuck…

Kestrel Morrison, the Fiery Gunsmith… She’s just… Sitting in the middle of the floor, anything metal around her twisted and warped from her powers going haywire. A black, fuzzy-looking blanket wrapped around her form as listless eyes gaze out at a wall. Her appearance looked almost sickly with the blanket around her body. Flushed face, cheeks streaked with drying tears that stained the fluff and her expression blank, almost hollow.

The only other time I’ve seen her look that lifeless was after the Mine Incident and it pulled at my heart just as strong.

I turn my head to see Coyote walking over to a shelf and grabbing two large totes full of colorful items. The sound they make when the totes are gently placed near the silent bird told me what they are, the tell-tale rattle of Legos. The metal man quietly opens the totes to show that yep, they were Legos, one’s full of the tried and true bricks, the other was full of more mechanical looking pieces. Bionicles.

The sight of the toys caused the girl to stir, a small turn of her head, a twitch of her lips upwards and the light in her eyes brightening.

Coyote sits down next to Kestrel and begins to build, the bird following suit with her Bionicles, no words spoken, only small looks and the sound of clicking and clacking as they begin to build. With the bricks Coyote builds a small city, showing his skill in architecture. The Gunsmith takes the robotic parts and snaps them together, creating monsters to re-enact favorite kaiju movies in among the growing buildings.

Seeing Kestrel playing quietly with her mechanical creations soothed the knot that ate at my stomach, but a new feeling takes its place. A feeling that makes my blood start to boil, I resist the urge to frown. What the hell? Where did this come from?! The worry is gone, the screaming has stopped! This is the most wholesome sight I have seen in a long-ass time! Kestrel’s fine and she’s just playing Legos with Coyote! I’ve lost track of how many years have gone by since I’ve seen anything remotely this sweet!

Why in the name of GOD is this pissing me off?!?

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uncanny-tranny · 7 months

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If you ever come across somebody who has lost a child but who still has other children, I am begging you not to say, "you might have lost a child, but at least you have others!"

It isn't comforting to be told that children are interchangeable, insignificant, and replaceable. It's not comforting a grieving family to be told that their loved one's memory is worthless because it can be replaced; it doesn't help the surviving children or the parent/s.

#grief #advice #grief tw #child death tw #saw a parent post about their passed child and how they keep their memory alive with the younger child and holy fuck #the amount of comments that told the poster that it was... toxic to keep the child's memory alive because 'you have another child tho!!!'#it was so cruel. and people really do think it is comforting to tell people 'at least you have other children! 😊'#i can tell you forst-hand that being told you're a replacement child is... a shitty feeling! and i can't imagine what a parent would feel #i feel i've talked about this before but i don't care - this is just... needlessly cruel to do to others

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like-it-or-not-i-am-alive · 3 months

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Tw: menstruation, vent post, parents.

Thinking about how when I was a teen, I had really painful menses. At times, it was so bad that my legs felt like they were tingling, and standing was difficult. I was sent home from school on a number of occasions due to vomiting during my menstruation.

Overall, a really shitty time.

Not only was I frequently told I was being over dramatic, that I just needed to "walk around," eventually restricted from going home or seeing the school nurse... But I was told because I'm trans, it shouldn't be an issue.

My mother told me on a multitude of occasions, "If you're a boy, then you shouldn't be having these issues, huh?"

"Boys don't have these problems."

I hold so much bitterness over the fact that no one ever took me to the doctor for my painful menstruation. My mother told me years later that she didn't believe cramps actually happened during menstruation because she had never had them before. She only began to believe people get cramps when she had some herself, years after I was now missing menses all together.

Sometimes, that bitterness of feeling pain that no one believed me for, out weighs being invalidated. Other times, like now, I see the whole picture and feel so much anger.

The same adults who told me my pain was a lie, told me I was just trying to get attention, or get out of school, are the same ones who told the doctors, "She has a really high pain tolerance, we just know something is wrong when she complains about the head aches!"

Why is it that no one took me to the doctor? Why is it no one believed me when I never complained about pain before? The years of perfect school attendance suddenly questioned when I couldn't stand up from the desk. Was it all for nothing?

Why is it that the people I was supposed to trust the most were the ones who never listened?

Maliciously never listened.

I was punished for having a body that I didn't ask for and feeling a way I couldn't control.

I'm allowed to struggle with my anatomy, trans or not. I'm allowed to feel pain.

To be told I wasn't allowed to express the physical pain I was dealing with because I am transgender is heinous. They laughed when they would say it. I don't care if they thought it was funny. It was a mockery, and they knew it.

I should have been given some support. I should have been given at the VERY LEAST a supportive pat on the back.

I could have dealt with the pain on my own if they had just given me the space to do it. Without the shame and mockery.

Just before my menses went away, they started to believe me. I guess because it had been years at that point.

Even though the only change was that they would let me go lay down rather than be forced to socialize or do their activities. It really made a difference. Sure, it was painful, I was sick and couldn't eat. But it was a million times better than being made to continue as usual and burden everyone with my inability to function.

It still irks me.

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cavalrysystem · 7 months

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Don't you just fucking love when your mother expects you to know where every dish she owns is because "you're the one who puts away dishes" and then she just refuses to admit she likely either gave said dish away or got rid of it?

Don't you fucking love when your mother or other parent expects you to constantly be okay with being a parent stand-in when they don't feel like being a parent for the kids they decided to have?

Don't you fucking love when your expected to cook dinner almost every night because your mom is "just so exhausted from work" and "doesn't feel good" despite being a fucking senior in high-school and on top of that being expected to watch your autistic siblings and not being allowed to complain about being stressed ever in your life?

Don't you fucking love when your parents refuse to do anything about the fact that you're burning yourself out trying to keep up with school, your siblings, the dishes, cleaning the house, and taking care of yourself all at once?

Don't you just love it?

(This entire post is using the word love in a sarcastic way)

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lyra-heartstring · 14 days

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The saddest thing about my situation is that my friends' parents are more accepting and welcoming of me. One of them offered to go with me to my therapy thing ( my dad hasnt come with me a single time except the first day), and they also offered me to live with them. How do i feel more wanted by other people's parents than my own.

#mental illness #actually mentally ill #sorry for being depressing #depressing shit #tw depressing thoughts #bad parenting #shitty parents #shitty family #i hate my parents #found family

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cxpperhead · 10 months

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Copperhead didn't reveal any signs of being metahuman until he lost his baby teeth. Instead of regular teeth, hollow fangs grew in their place, his tongue lengthening and becoming forked as the rest of his body began to reflect the morphology of a snake. His parents were not only shocked but disgusted by the change in their eldest child, mistreating him further as punishment for bringing 'bad luck' to the family name.

#🐍 || musings #🐍 || headcanons #child abuse tw #child abuse cw #I'm steeling up the nerve to write Copperhead's backstory as it's not pleasant #Copperhead was the eldest child and had a younger brother #Had being the specific term #Bad things happened and the parents pinned the blame on Copperhead #They were shitty parents before using Copperhead as a way of repaying 'debt'#That became harder when Copperhead started to reveal signs of being metahuman #Skin peeling off to reveal new scales

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deepdepressingtruth · 2 months

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I live in an isolated bubble… in a relationship, step-parenting someone else’s child…. I’m constantly feeling disconnected, alone, tired, and ignored.

My girl lies constantly to “ease” my anxieties… only, I know she’s lying… and she refuses to change… things like making promises to spend time together, when I know she has to go pick her child up…

Things like only wanting to spend time if we’re going somewhere or spending money….

Things like saying she doesn’t have friends, yet has cousins and friends she goes for drinks with and sees…

She tells me she hates it, she doesn’t wanna go, she only drinks to get through spending Yung with them….

Yet with me, she sleeps… with me, I get broken plans and promises… with me, we don’t take pictures, post on social media… we don’t do anything significant…

Yet, when her son has a game, she suddenly remembers to bring a camera… with me she claims she can never remember to bring a camera to remember memorable moments… she claims she prefers to “live in the moment”…

She’s posting all over FB and Snapchat… she’s sharing and proud of her son…. I’m growing resentful and tired of being disrespected by her son, and lied to by her… she’s infatuated by “having a man” instead of understanding how to love me… her idea of a relationship is detached from actually having a relationship, and having a partner..

I’m stuck thinking, “Fuck.. is it jealousy? Am I jealous of her son and the genuine love she has for him?…. Am I wrong for feeling hidden in her life? Am I wrong for feeling like I’m just a walking paycheck and when I don’t want to spend money (because we’re saving for a house…) then we just don’t hang out….. but she LOVES her son, and am I wrong for wanting to be loved too?….

When I try to spend time with her… suddenly she’s busy, her child needs attention, her cousins are calling… tons of things…. I’m just frustrated af and I’m tired of the feelings it all gives me…

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laurentlemonke · 6 months

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My parents love me until I begin to show symptoms of my mental illnesses. Suddenly I'm insane, crazy, annoying and they don't wanna be around me.

#ableism #tw ableism #tw vent #mental illness #parents being shitty

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fantabulisticity · 1 year

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If you know someone autistic who has difficulty telling the difference between rhetorical and literal questions, do me and them a favor and don't fucking keep asking if I tell you "that's all the context I have. I don't know anything else." And don't then get pissy when I keep telling you "I don't know" when you KEEP ASKING ME QUESTIONS. IF YOU ASK ME A FUCKING QUESTION THEN I AM GOING TO ANSWER IT. I AM FUCKING DISABLED. I CANNOT TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RHETORICAL AND LITERAL QUESTIONS ALL THE TIME. IF YOU DON'T CHANGE YOUR TONE OR PHRASING AT ALL BETWEEN A RHETORICAL OR A LITERAL QUESTION THEN YOU ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY DO. NOT. GET TO BE FUCKING PISSY WITH ME WHEN I ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS. LEAVE ME ALONE OR I WILL FUCKING LEAVE. I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS SHIT. I AM DISABLED. I AM UNABLE TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE IF YOU DON'T USE VERBAL OR TONAL INDICATORS. IMPLICATIONS FREQUENTLY GO OVER MY HEAD. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. I AM TRYING MY BEST DURING EVERY SINGLE SOCIAL SITUATION IN EVERY SINGLE PART OF MY LIFE. DO YOU KNOW HOW EXHAUSTING IT IS TO HAVE TO ANALYZE EVERY SINGLE SOCIAL SITUATION YOU ARE EVER IN AT ALL FUCKING TIMES???? LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.

#allistic parents are fun #my old shitty psych was WRONG. i am NOT just lazy. i am doing my best literally at ALL TIMES. i am UNABLE to navigate every single...#...social situation with perfect ease. i am UN. ABLE. not unwilling. UNABLE.#i have been working on this shit my ENTIRE LIFE. i have been memorizing social cues and analyzing body language and vocal tone my ENTIRE...#...FUCKING LIFE. AND YOU HAVE BEEN THERE FOR BASICALLY *ALL* OF IT. YOU *KNOW* I STILL CAN'T TELL.#YOU ****KNOW**** THIS AND YOU ***STILL*** DON'T CHANGE YOUR FUCKING BEHAVIOR ******EVER******.#I HAVE CHANGED EVERY ASPECT OF EVERY SINGLE BEHAVIOR I HAVE EVER HAD FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE. OVER AND OVER AND OVER.#AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE A FEW LITTLE THINGS TO COMMUNICATE EFFECTIVELY WITH ME.#I HAVE BEEN MONITORING AND WALKING ON EGGSHELLS AROUND ***YOUR*** MOODY BULLSHIT MY ***ENTIRE*** LIFE *****WHILE***** BEING AUTISTIC.#IT. IS. NOT. MY. FUCKING. JOB. TO MANAGE ******YOUR******EMOTIONS.#YOU. ARE THE PARENT. THIS IS A VERY SIMPLE CONVERSATION. STOP ASKING ME FUCKING RHETORICAL QUESTIONS.#YOU DO ******NOT****** GET TO BE PISSY AT ME FOR BEING AUTISTIC. YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR BEHAVIOR OR TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON OR I CAN LEAVE.#FUCK YOU.#personal #ableism #yelling #yelling tw #caps lock #caps lock tw

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halekulan-i · 2 years

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I would have loved to find a game my mother in law enjoyed and could easily play even with her disabilities.

I hope most people don't know what it's like to sit there and watch someone struggle through an extremely basic- (to most able bodied people)- task.

Especially when they're frustrated at no longer being able to do something they once did easily.

I watched my grandfather slowly sort colored cubes. My grandfather, who was a hairdresser and a woodworker all his life, was struggling to do things like bounce a ball and do jigsaw puzzles.

It hits. It knocks the fucking wind out of your sails.

Don't be a fucking edgy teen and criticize anyone's efforts to learn. Even if you think it's easy or banal or too popular or whatever. Literally do not.

#i'm sorry i got so tr*ggered about this #obviously you're not expected to interact with shitty family or old people in general but???#don't just shit on people for being old ffs #parent death tw #grandparent death

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negativefouriq · 2 years

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i fucking hate being an adult. i have to choose my courses for school and like. if a choose more courses for Campus 1, i can get more work, but i’ll have so stay with my parents for a whole ass semester and my mental health will tank and i’ll be home insecure. if i choose more courses in Campus 2, i’ll have to dip into my savings to stay there and i’ll be lonely but i’ll be like. mentally healthy. so. rock and a hard place here

#also half the courses my guidance counsellor told me i need don’t fucken work so that’s annoying #now i have to make a Phone Call #being an adult Sucks #vent #tw homelessness #tw shitty parents #personal

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