A Princess Does Not...Get a Training Certificate -> [The DunBrochs]
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The door to the castle opened and shut with its characteristic boom.
“Ach, that’ll be your sister,” Elinor said as she stood up, the pan of roasted chicken in her arms from where she’d just taken it out of the oven. She had left it warming. “Hamish, fetch your sister.”
“Yes, Mam,” the youngest triplet said dutifully and skipped out of the kitchen, probably grateful to get away from the black cloud of Elinor’s mood.
Harris went back to setting the table silently.
The smell of chicken and roasted vegetables filled the room as Elinor set it on the table and took her seat just as Merida and Hamish appeared in the doorway.
“You’re late,” Elinor said in a voice that made it very clear she didn’t want to hear any excuses. She cut into the chicken. “Wash your hands before you sit down.”
Hamish had already scampered to his seat and it scraped against the stone floor as he tucked in. Harris was already sitting quiet and straight-backed on Elinor’s other side.
As soon as Merida took her seat, Elinor glanced at all of her children. Well. Her eyes lingered over the empty chairs. Not all of her children.
“I was thinking, for the boys’ birthday, we could go up to London.”
Harris brightened slightly. Hamish looked surprised.
“Really?” Harris asked, excitedly.
“I don’t see why not.” Elinor glanced across the table at her daughter, “as long as Merida’s busy schedule will allow it.”
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”I don’t want to give Jehovah’s organization a black eye so I have to suffer in silence. Oh the pain! The pain!”
Mhm. Have you ever considered that Jehovah’s organization has given you not one, but two proverbial black eyes, broken ribs, and a concussion over the years; and maybe you should expose them for the abusers they are, if only enough to get yourself help to heal from the abuse you’ve experienced? You’ve got Stockholm syndrome bad, and you’re making it everyone else’s problem. You cared about your abusers so much that you abused me in their name, just because I wanted no part of their organization. Even if I didn’t seek out apostate resources, I wouldn’t have needed them to make my decision to leave because of how much you vented about them to me since I was about five years old. Did you just expect me to stay here and take the abuse like you did? I’m better than that; I’m better than you.
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if i may be slightly shady for a sec. you know the person in your fandom - there is always one of those in every fandom I've been in, i swear - that's just. so annoying to you. like they either post bad takes or they post good takes but in a condescending manner. and you don't wanna block them bc they're still like a, "big" person in the fandom, and many of your friends are friends with them or put them on your dash so you wanna keep things relatively chill and avoid possibly causing drama by doing so. but my god they are annoying. and sometimes it feels like they're shading your posts, too. do y'all have someone like that too
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Howdy! Could the racist anon’s ask that you replied to have a tw for suicide baiting on it?
Thanks✨
I would but there's 2 issues with that.
1. If I trigger tag it the way it should be (no alt. Words like sewer slide or sui bait, etc or without blocking letters out like su*s*de ba*t*ng, etc) so people can properly block it, it's gonna get blocked entirely by staff and considering staff is probably already looking for me to slip up (considering I'm talking about Palestine, I'm poc, I don't block out words, my previous account got nuked), I really don't wanna take a chance getting reported or getting eyes on me again.
And lastly 2.... That ask is not, legally or literally speaking, a sewer slide bait, especially not a genuine one. Sewer slide baiting is a legal term, it's a word that describes a specific set of illegal actions that lead to someone's death and a kys in my inbox from an anon is not sewer slide baiting in the slightest. They don't actually expect me to take them seriously. Sadly, that action has been given the emotional cheating/gaslighting/narcissist treatment in that they basically mean nothing when you misuse them constantly.
A genuine case of sewer slide baiting has to be done by someone close/with emotional hold on the victim intentionally bullying/abusing them and encouraging them to kts when they know that person is in an emotionally compromised state. It would have to be done in dms, in person by someone i knew and cared about manipulating me in a vulnerable place. Sewer slide baiting is a serious thing and leads to deaths, someone saying kys and a bunch of slurs in my inbox is not as serious as actual fucking sewer slide baiting and I should know, I've gone through it genuinely.
So no, I'm sorry, I won't be tagging something that isn't sewerslide bait as sewerslide bait because it .. well isnt sewerslide bait and im not getting a strike aginest my account for something i dont even agree with.
I may tag it as tw kys or something but I've already trigger warned everything I see needs to be trigger warned like the slurs.
If that's not enough, I'm sorry but no.
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wish i could articulate how being around my family makes me feel. i genuinely had no idea life could be good until i left home. i had no idea people could exist without screaming and fighting and going out of their way to make each other feel miserable. i’ve spent all day feeling sick to my stomach and on the verge of tears because i have to be around these inconsiderate, awful people, and i don’t have a choice. i grew up thinking everyone felt like this all the time, and that my palpable fucking sadness and loneliness were things other people also felt all of the time.
today my mom was talking to my cousin, and she said, ‘when i was growing up, i thought our family was the only family that existed and we were the only people in the world!’ and they had a laugh about it and were getting all fucking wistful about it, like it was better when they weren’t aware of the rest of the world. this whole family feels like a fucking cult and the worst part is - the fucking worst part of it all - was how stupid i was when i thought this was totally normal. that being treated like an afterthought - if that - was what every other human being on the planet went through, too. that friday-sunday, all fathers drink until they get angry or until pass out, and all mothers humiliate and berate you. that everyone is a narcissist once they grow up. that it’s normal to have no friends besides the people in your own family. to forgive your cousins who have pulled knives on you and given you bloody teeth just for being Different and Weird and Smart and Quiet, because those are the worst possible things you can be.
i’m annoyed and i’m frustrated and it’s three in the morning and i just want to be home again. i want somewhere quiet. somewhere i don’t have to beg to be treated with decency and kindness. somewhere where i have control of everything - so my useless fucking aunts don’t invite random drug addicts i don’t know to my own fucking engagement party and get pissy when i want to - god forbid - listen to the kind of music i like. where people don’t make racist comments about my friends and the people i love. at my own fucking engagement party! i have been home three times since the pandemic and literally not once has someone spared me an ounce of respect or kindness; they’re all too busy making everything about themselves.
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