#as a symbol of a deadbeat dad and whatnot

[alltheglowingeyess]

saw someone on twitter talking about the final moment in the recent pjo ep and percy realizing he can breath underwater and i just have so much to say about it omg

until that moment, percy's instances of tapping into his powers inherited from poseidon were purely accidental. they all came in moments of self-defense and he never made active moves to try and understand them. until that moment, he had rejected his father and any title as the son of poseidon. so this is the first moment we see percy accepting his powers and, to a certain extent, his identity as the son of poseidon.

[cinderedrose]

I know in hyperactive in here and I am slightly sorry, but here's a more serious post.

Vent underneath my sketch.

I drew my sona, Phaleo, in Mandalorian armor holding some symbol that says ♡L. That's the brand my mom's side of the family uses on cows and whatnot. It symbolizes our heritage. And about the Mandalorian armor, to mandalorians, family is everything, whether it's found family or biological.

I hate being a part of my family.

Venting below :)

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Short vent: my family is a fuckhole piece of shit and my mom, despite having full custody, is a deadbeat due to chronic illness, boyfriends, and work, leaving a child no older than Mission Vao to take on adult responsibilities. There is also a bonus of genetic conditions that I'm very likely to have

Long vent: I should be proud of my family, but my grandpa and his parents are incredibly misogynistic. Their views are the same as views from the 1950s. My grandma has some GENETIC severe mental health issues that landed her in a nursing home. My mom's oldest brother is okay, but my other uncle is an alcoholic deadbeat dad. His kids, the kids I babysit, think he's dead.

My mom got pregnant in high school (not with me), divorced my dad (he's a great guy) whom she married straight after high school, then married an alcoholic man child. Her actions, whether or not she intended things to play out this way, stripped me of my childhood. I forgive her but she only recently split from him and the wounds are fresh.

My mom has lupus (where your immune system attacks itself), Rheumatoid Arthritis, Borderline Personality Disorder, and good ole anxiety and depression. I know these aren't her fault, but now, it's just pills and doctor's appointments: work and boyfriends. I try to appreciate my mom, but it's hard when I'm so easily forgotten.

My grandpa doesn't cook, and my mom rarely does anymore. Nobody cleans but me, so I was left with these responsibilities. I have a younger brother (age 12) too, and my mom is still pretty absent. I'm 14 (almost 15), and I'm responsible for cooking and cleaning at my mom's house. These aren't just small chores, I'm responsible for them, and it's pretty crushing. I had to quit softball because I had to watch my brother some nights and cook dinner (I got lectured for making microwave dinners for my family). Sometimes I was home alone and had nobody to drive me to practice. My coaches ridiculed me and forced me to quit over something I couldn't control. I had no time to do homework assignments and fell behind at school. My driver's ed teacher had to make embarrassing accommodations for me when I took the class because I had nobody to take me to and from lessons. My mom always felt unwell, working, or seeing a new guy.

I feel like I should be going skating with my friends and other teen things, but I can't and it's because of my family.

I'm ashamed to be related to the Luthy's. I'm upset I never had the childhood I deserved. I'm worried I will become a crazy old kook like my grandma.

And as much as I resent my mother's actions, I'm scared. She's showing early indications of brain rotting conditions like Schizophrenia, Dementia, and Alzheimer's. She's dependent on loads and loads of medication to live. She smokes and drinks on top of it all. I'm scared ill lose my mom; I'm scared it'll happen to me.

I'm related to failures in life, people who abandoned their kids, viewed women as pets, and mental diseases run heavy down the family tree. What my grandma has is genetic, and there's a high possibility I'm fucked.

And to whoever reads this, thanks.