do you ever get mad at yourself because youre not even good at the things you thought you were good at
you absolute fuckers i made this post fuckifn 5 years ago bc i spilled mac on my favorite shirt at the time n every day. every fucking day notifications spill in abt people being sad and thinking theyre not enough. listen. i made this post when i was 13 and spilling mac n cheese on my shirt. mayb right now u are 13 year old me right now, and thats okay, but absorbing these messages isnt gonna help u. u can get good n be good and telling yourself otherwise only hurts yourself and your mental health progress. be kind and good to yourself. we’ll all spill mac. but sometimes u just gotta change yr shirt and make a new bowl. its okay.
Can we normalize the idea that women can have deep voices? please??
Especially for trans women who feel gross or out of place for their deep voice.
Please, break the standard that all women have high pitched, perfect, feminine voices.
My car got towed on NYE, so after unsuccessfully trying every number programmed into my phone, I called my dad’s ass up at 2 AM to pick up myself and my friends to go get my vehicle out of impound (my dad is awesome. More on that later.)
Included in my group of friends was my friend Anna who had recently come forward as trans. She had very recently started presenting as a woman, and was pretty insecure in it, and had never met my father previously, so it wasn’t as though I had time to brief him on the situation. Anna was pretty shy during the whole ride, tucked in the back and letting her friends talk over her. She only spoke up after I had gotten my car back, thanking him for helping out.
The next day, I called to thank him for that night, and he asked me who was the girl with the deep voice. At first my heart sink in my guts, but without missing a beat, he started raving about how he LOVED her voice. He listed off a few actresses from his day who had had very deep voices, and how he adored it, and that kind of slow sultry speaking had been fading more and more as pop culture pushed for childish voices in women.
Your deep voice is gorgeous trans friends (and cis friends too.) it is warm and low and smooth like honey and perfect in every way. It is smoldering and evocative and absolutely beautiful.
Honestly this is the most beautiful story ever, I’ve read it like 5 times over. Thank you so much for this.
You know, beta!Roxy’s parenting style suddenly makes a lot more sense in the context of her having seen the specific ways that Jake Harley was a shitty parent and deciding to avoid all of his mistakes as hard as possible.
That’s the point, really. You can’t really build a functional relationship with another person, let alone a person who is dependent on you, by focusing on not doing things. Even if the things you’re not doing are objective negatives. Not being a specific flavor of shitty parent doesn’t automatically shake out to being a good parent.
I’d definitely agree that Rose was neglected, but she was neglected in an entirely different way than Joey and Jude were neglected. Rose self-isolated because she was showered with so much generically positive attention that she stopped trusting it, and Roxy either didn’t understand why Rose was withdrawing, or didn’t know how to fix it, so she just doubled down. Roxy hid a lot of aspects of her life from Rose and presented an empty caricature of domestic motherhood as hard as she could to try to compensate, and all it taught Rose was that she ought to hide anything she cared about at any depth, too. Roxy kept the house so spotless that any area that isn’t Rose’s private space seems almost sterile, and the constant senseless housekeeping made Rose uncomfortable moving around her own home. None of these mark a healthy relationship! But they do all read as reactionary overcompensations for Jake Harley’s behavior toward his kids – the frequent extended absences, the passive exposure to his “trophies” which Joey, at least, seemed deeply upset by, the complete emotional distance with which he treats them, the lack of concern for their living conditions.
(And sidebar, but with how Joey doesn’t know anything about her long-term babysitter’s family and doesn’t feel comfortable asking but suspects that it’s not a happy situation? Yeah, I agree with Joey’s suspicions; Roxy probably didn’t have a lot of good parenting role models at home, either, whoever was raising her.)
The point isn’t “not being Jake justifies Roxy’s parenting,” it’s "a lot of healthy interpersonal dynamics are learned skills and the new canon contextualizes why Roxy doesn’t seem to have learned them despite appearing to have good intentions.”
The year is 2042. Your daughter is awkwardly silent as she eats her dinner. “Something wrong sweetie?” She sighs and puts down her fork. “I was digging really deep in AO3 last night…Why didn’t you finish that coffee shop au?” It happened. Your past has come back to haunt you. Nay, it never truly left.
U CANNOT OUTRUN UR CRIME
OKAY BUT WAIT. This has happened to me. Recently. Because I am old and I have things out there from previous fandoms with previous pseuds and one day my teenager begins a rant at me about people never finishing any WIPs on the pit of voles (which he does not call the pit of voles because he has No Knowledge of such a thing but yet he still reads on which I didn’t think anyone did any longer) and he points out an example to me of something I WROTE AND LEFT WIPing for ages and he has NO IDEA #1 that his mom wrote this and #2 How much it still haunts me to this day that it will. sit. there. for. eternity. because I am too lazy to pull it down.
this… this is really modern art. this is a level 1 shiny dialga in an event ball is on the gts and the only thing this person wants in exchange for it? a… male… ditto.
once, on my copy of X, probably like 5 years ago, i wonder traded away a much beloved, level 100 shiny mewtwo named Biohazard. In return, i recieved a level 1 Giratina, named Dave, knowing only the moves Scary Face and a low-power dragon type move. I was so stunned and pleased by my new friend that I vowed to raise him from level 1 all the way to 100, but shortly afterward i misplaced my copy of the game and lost him. Fast-forward to the present, after cleaning my old backpack out i discover my old copy of X, and delightedly bring my old friends into my copy of Moon, including Dave. Literally as I am doing this, I hear my little brother yell ‘holy shit its HIM’ and come running up the stairs. He opens the door and shows me that he had, in fact, just wonder-traded away a baby starter and had recieved Biohazard, the original boy. Five years later. He hadnt been released, or altered in the slightest, except for the countless ribbons he now proudly wore. I am now raising Dave, who is level 25, alongside my trusty old friend, Biohazard.
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