headcanon that scorpius was a sick child and was in and out of hospital constantly, perhaps related to astoria's blood curse but not directly. his immune system isnt very strong, and everytime he gets sick they're terrified that it's the blood curse but also whatever else it could be, because it's always so sudden and so intense and they call healers over to the house who recommend this delirious feverish 4 year old is hospitalised immediately, and you'd think it'd get easier to some extent because they'd be used to it, but everytime they feel like this is it, this is the time he'll walk in to the hospital and not walk out again
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as a tumblr user it is embarrassing how viscerally I hate cannibalism as a trope or symbol or narrative device or like anything. sorry guys ethel cain’s strangers makes me cry because the concept is too disturbing for me and I had to take a like two day break from my preacher’s daughter listen through when I got to ptolomaea because I’d finally read the summary of what the album was about and it was keeping me up at night and making me feel sick. tumblr symbolism wimp i promise any other horror trope besides body horror is literally fine for me but I absolutely cannot handle that one it makes me SO uncomfortable and I hate everything about it there is nothing erotic or deep about it to me tragically I cannot see what y’all see 😔
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after doing my usual lap swimming tonight i dove off the diving board a couple times and god there really is nothing like the deep end of a pool. the local pool is 12 feet deep which is deeper than anywhere that i've swum before (that's a non open body of water) and just. sitting at the bottom in the silence and the stillness with the weight of the water pressing down on you and looking up and seeing the lights and the surface so so so far away bc you are down in your little alien world and everything is calm and quiet and empty and still. i have been chasing this for nearly 27 years. when i was a kid i asked to buy a scuba tank so i could lay on the floor of a pool for an hour.
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My mother cheating on my father with a guy 30 years younger than her and when we tell her it's disgusting and unacceptable she tries to justify herself like "Oh, this is so Christian moral and catechism puritanism from you" and "This is the patriarchy that's talking".
.... Are... Are you trying to justify your CHEATING on your husband since 1990 on feminism and freedom? ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT, YOU WILL. She thinks she's not in the wrong because, what, fuck her Christian education and she's a woman, she can do anything she wants ? Is she FUCKING KIDDING ME???
YOU CHEATED, YOU ARE CHEATING, YOU'VE BEEN CHEATING FOR MONTHS, YOU FUCKING JERK.
You hurt your husband, you threw him out of the house, you hurt your children, you think you can come back to my father's village? Your youngest daughter is TWELVE, and you're hurting her so much she's bottling everything in so well she could win an Oscar already, AND YOU THINK EVERYTHING IS OKAY AND YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG OR MORALLY REPREHENSIBLE ?
What sort of fucked up imaginary world are you living in that cheating is acceptable. For heaven's sake. She had the galls to tell me "adultery is banal, it's ordinary, everybody is doing it, it's not serious; don't be so dramatic". *screams* Hi, hey, if everybody is jumping off the bridge, are you going to jump too? Have you not PAID ATTENTION? Wars, murders, catastrophes have been done because of CHEATING, it is not a MODEL, it's a warning!!! Wtf, wtf, WTF.
I'm tired, I'm so tired. I have a thesis to write and I can't bring myself to work because my mother is throwing away all her life, acting in a shameful and unacceptable way, and disrespecting her family. My grandfather and my uncle and aunts aren't aware yet, but when they learn, oh boy, they might jump in a plane for Morocco to go yell at her.
Anyway. I'm having a real bad time these days and my only solace, my only salvation, are my sisters and my brother.
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currently my mental health is precariously held together by cheap scotch tape and a prayer but I think I have some duct tape and superglue lying around somewhere. I just have to find it.
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