I’m having an emotional, boredom and bullshit filled evening so please, bare with me for a second.
I was thinking about my summer and came to a simple conclusion: This holiday fucking sucked
The amount of bullshit life was throwing at me (still does) these last 2 months is really starting to take a hold of me and it SUCKS
BUT in the pile of bullshit, there’s two weeks that stand out, two weeks of fun and good time: The 2 weeks of Antipocalypse
That’s right, the Summer Antipocalypse of 2k17 was one of the best times i had this year and definitelly the MOST fun i had this summer. Looking for secrets, hints, looking up theories, pictures, making fanart, talking to people, theorizing with people in this community was SUCH a fun time! Like seriously, waking up every other day to find out that Jack wrecked the fandom once again and the whole day just spending theorizing and being all hyped and shit for 2 weeks straight, i enjoyed the shit out of that, i’m not even kidding! So I wanna thank You Jack, for all the shenanigans you pulled at us, and thank you to the people i got to experience it with as well, i enjoyed the fuck out of it and it makes me happy that all of my holiday wasn’t a pile of shit XD
Seriously, Thank you @therealjacksepticeye, you and this community are one of the best things that ever happened to me, I love you all ❤
how about this: when i was 9 and my stepdad beat me until i passed out and i told my friends at school, my teacher over heard and i was interviewed by cps. they also went to my house when i was at school. when i got home, my step father was waiting on the couch, and told me who visited him that day. he told me if i ever snitched again he would beat me to within an inch of my life.
how about this: my mother locked me out of the house when i was 14 and when i cried so loud the neighbors called the cops, the cop told me i should have been respectful of my mother who was trying to sleep.
how about this. the demon you know is less scary than the demon you don’t.
children in abused households are raised to fear the idea of being taken away. children in abusive households see that help makes things worse.
dont you ever blame an abuse victim for not going to the authorities.
+ the inability or struggle to say “no”, because disobedience meant punishment and you are used to being directed all the time
+ being unable to emotionally relate with your family (especially parents, if they are the abuser). concurring thoughts of “i won’t care if THEY die”, or “they won’t care if I die”
+ always afraid/hesitant to confide in someone else about feelings or thoughts, because you are used to being neglected/dismissed when you talk about your feelings, constantly being replied with “get over it”. the consequence of this is that the emotions/feelings pile up inside over time and, when you reach the limit, you suddenly become self-destructive or imminently violent/emotional
+ however, when given the chance to CONFIDE about your feelings with freedom confidently, everything spills out, even if it’s with a stranger or with someone you have not been in contact for very long.
+ you always assume that the answer to every question/statement you say is “no”, even if you definitely know the person is very likely to say “yes”. you prepare for denial and disappointment and feel a huge wave of relief when they say “yes”.
+ being secretive about enjoyment/liking things, or being secretive in what you’ve done for the day, even if it’s not deemed “bad” or “illegal”.
+ simultaneously confused whether you have affection towards your parent(s) or you hate them whole-heartedly, despite knowing that they abuse you. the confusion stems from “well, they’re my parent, so i think they’re doing this because they love me”, though the thought is, of course, false
+ being scared that people will only take advantage of you, as your parents consequently thought of you as an object to benefit from, and not someone to love.
+ being easily attached to others, because you had no parental figure. this can lead you to being easily manipulated and you are very easily controlled. children under parental abuse are also more likely to have “chosen families”.
+ having an “escape plan” or “last resort” if you still live with your parents, just in case they do something worse to you, thinking up of elaborate plans to get out, how you’ll survive, where you’ll stay, etc.
+ being surprised learning that other parents are unlike your parents, and having to have someone/a source to tell you that what your parents are doing is abusive, and as a child you thought it was normal to be unhappy at home.
+ liking school or days out because that meant being away from your parents
+ developing emotional/personality disorders and distorted thinking
Hey, look, this is literally me.
If anyone has been through this kind of torture, i feel terribly sorry for you. No child should have to have been abused by their own parents, or even be abused at all.
“Hello, hello~ Welcome to Septic Servers Cafe!” A young woman waves at you as she tugs on her black skirt. “I am Wiishu, but call me Signe.” She smiles as she guides you to a seat at the cafe. Six men flock over to you, all greeting you. You blush as the men compliment you and hand you their cards.
“They are our hosts! We have-” She motioned to a chalk board with names scribbled on it.
“•Sean, he helped me with this cafe.
•Anti, he’s… very grumpy. I wouldn’t pick him.” She giggled as Anti grumbled past you.
“•Chase, oh, he’s wonderful. He’s doing this for his kids.
•Marvin, he likes to woo people with magic.” She smiled, motioning to another board.
“Here we have~
•Mark, he’s pretty cool.
•Dark… uhm, he’s a host.
•Wilford. Don’t go to him. High risk of death. But he’s a big fluffy bear, so I guess you can go!” She giggled.
“Now, just hand me a card and I’ll get your host.” She held out her hand, waiting for the card.
