[lethalangel]

reblog if you’re in the mood for anons rn

[wlwgang]

So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog

[scoopstrooptv]

my parents do the same thing it’s torture

[eviltessmacher]

As a parent, you don’t get privacy until you are on your own. My house, my rules, my money, my decision.

Don’t like it?

Too bad.

I am the parent here. I’m not your friend. I’m your father.

[justfunnyreblogs-deactivated201]

Literally kids are not your prisoner??? There’s a difference between being protective and being controlling.

[a-kir-a-deactivated20191025]

“You don’t get privacy until you’re an adult” like what the fuck. You’re one of those piece of shit parents that thinks taking away bedroom doors and making their kids hold sandwich board signs on busy roads is appropriate punishment aren’t you? Children and teens are still fucking people and still deserve respect. If you can’t even respect your child how do you expect to teach them to respect others?

[jewishwitch-deactivated20150710]

AS A PARENT YOU DON’T GET PRIVACY UNTIL YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN. If I suspect you’re doing drugs or talking to someone way older than you or sneaking out at night, your privacy becomes my business. You’re living under MY roof, and I bought that computer, that phone, and pay for the service that runs it. Sorry, Charlie. It’s my job as a parent to make sure you’re safe and I will exercise the UNALIENABLE right to invade your privacy.

[florafen]

The mindset parents have of “my house my rules / I bought you that phonecomputertabletetc so I can go through it” is a huge contributer to anxiety, depression, self harm, and suicide in kids and teens and if anyone is defending, condoning, or practicing that behavior I hope to god they get their kids taken away from them. Nobody deserves to grow up under an iron fist of emotional abuse.

[sleepwalk-living]

dude it’s one thing to be looking out for your kid and another to be like “privacy doesn’t exist because you are vulnerable and i am in a position of power.

being overprotective of your kid is NOT going to help them. it’s fucking savage.

my mom let my sisters and i do whatever we wanted [obvs within reason] and punished us when we did bad shit and we came out just fine. we’re honest people and nothing fucked us up. my friend with overprotective and invasive parents? she sneaks out for a social life. she can’t let people touch her things without almost crying because her dad would confiscate her things as she was using them to make sure she wasn’t selling drugs or sexting. sometimes she compulsively lies about small things and admits to lying later because she knows it’s was stupid to do it in the first place and she developed OCD from her father reprimanding her for not being clean enough [even though she’s a spotless person] she will have anxiety attacks over being in a messy environment because of the panic her dad put into her while growing up. she’s almost twenty and you know what she did? she asked me to cover for her so she could go on a date. SHE IS TWENTY NEXT MONTH AND ASKED ME TO LIE TO HER PARENTS IF THEY ASKED ME WHERE SHE WAS. she was on a date!! dating! because she was afraid her dad would fucking ground her. the sad part is, he probably would have if he found out! they created an environment of distrust and she has to fight it to be able to hang out with people who weren’t even gonna get her in trouble.

yall wanna be like “privacy doesn’t exist for children and teens. no teens can be trusted.” but fact is, you’re gonna force your kid into being untrustworthy because you think it’s healthy to be controlling.

sorry. you’re a shitty parent. unless you have proof or grounds for violating privacy in order to keep your kid safe, you are abusive and controlling and a sack of shit for having 0 respect for your children.

[ghostedarmy-deactivated-deactiv]

My dad threatens to take my door away from me for having it closed. I’m a seventeen year old female, and he has threatened to take away my door.

[2oulle22-lover]

when i was a teenager, i wasn’t allowed to have a cellphone, so my father would hand me a little bag of change and force me to call home from a payphone every single time i left somewhere and again when i arrived at the next place. that means if i went to the mall, i called when i got there. then if i wanted to go across the street to the Walmart i had to call and tell him so. then i had to call again when i got to the Walmart! if i had a bunch of stuff to do, i could go through the entire bag of change in one weekend - if i could even find enough payphones to call him from. his explanation for this lunacy was that he wanted to be able to find me anytime, anywhere. he also liked to randomly show up at my job to make sure i was there, and the first time i spent the night at my best friend’s after i got a car, he drove past the house no less than eight times, and called no less than four times. one of those calls was to ask where i was because my car wasn’t visible from the road - and when i explained the turnaround i was parked in was behind the house, he told me we’d “better not go anywhere or have friends over”. like, what the hell were we going to do? have a drunken orgy while my friend’s grandma was sitting in the next room? we ended up playing chess in the front parlor all night with all the lights on and the curtains open so he could see us if he drove by.

and what, exactly, did i do to deserve this? not a fucking thing. i didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t sneak out, didn’t do drugs, didn’t skip school, nothing. in 13 years of public school, i had one detention - for being late too many times. that’s it. i never did a single thing to make him think i was untrustworthy and i got stalked for it.

when i graduated high school, my father told me if i was going to go to art college on his dime, he was going to have a say in the classes i took and what i did with my free time - he even went so far as to tell me if he ever dropped by the campus, i’d better be in my dorm doing homework or in class, and if i got a grade he didn’t like, he was going to pull me out of school, bring me home, and basically keep me a prisoner with no phone, no tv, no visits with friends until i graduated from the local community college. faced with another four years of stalking and abuse, i moved out and worked in a factory until i could be considered an independent student, then went to the art college i’d always wanted to - on my terms.

my father died last May and i hadn’t talked to him for a year, hadn’t seen him for two, and before that i hadn’t had any communication with him at all for four.

the moral of the story for you “my house, my rules, you don’t get any rights” parents is: stop treating your children like shit or you’re going to die alone, and you’ll deserve it.

[shrineart]

My father didn’t do it to this extreme but he listened in on my calls, he constantly accused me of having sex or doing pot.

Guess what parents?

Most kids that got constantly accused of bullshit that I KNEW? INCLUDING MYSELF? Ended up doing those things because “Fuck it, might as well if they’re not going to believe me!”

For me, I had sex way before I planned to (19. I was planning on waiting til marriage). Why? Because fuck it, he acted like I was trying to be a whore all the damn time, I was going to do whatever I damn well pleased.

I moved out at age 19. I have never moved back in. I barely talk to him. I talk almost exclusively to my mom.

When I moved out he said I’d be pregnant by the end of the year.

I’m 30. I have no kids. I don’t plan on having kids. Ever. Because I watched every other person in my family have kids when they couldn’t afford them and I’m not doing that to a child.

When I lived with my parents I had nearly all A’s, I had an 8pm curfew at the age of 19, I was never allowed to leave town, leave state, anything like that for school trips or what have you. When I was in college I wasn’t allowed to go to any colleges more than 30 minutes away. My parents didn’t trust others and they instilled that in me and it took me YEARS to fix it.

My therapist pinned down exactly what that does to it a kid too. It’s isolating. You’re isolating your kid. You’re telling them you don’t trust them. You’re telling them you inherently think they’re bad.

And that has huge ramifications on your bond with them.

Hope you’re ready for it.

[rattlecat]

Dear Parents who approve of the lack of privacy until a certain age: You are engaging in child abuse. Emotional child abuse.

Preventing a child from having privacy is a punishable offense in the United States (many countries actually) and you can be penalized for it.

What is that?

Rejecting or ignoring: telling a child he or she is unwanted or unloved, showing little interest in child, not initiating or returning affection, not listening to the child, not validating the child’s feelings, breaking promises, cutting child off in conversation

Shaming or humiliating: calling a child names, criticizing, belittling, demeaning, berating, mocking, using language or taking action that takes aim at child’s feelings of self-worth

Terrorizing: accusing, blaming, insulting, punishing with or threatening abandonment, harm or death, setting a child up for failure, manipulating, taking advantage of a child’s weakness or reliance on adults, slandering; screaming; yelling

Isolating: keeping child from peers and positive activities, confining child to small area, forbidding play or other stimulating experiences

Corrupting: engaging child in criminal acts, telling lies to justify actions or ideas, encouraging misbehavior

If you are an abusive parent, you probably have one of these (if not all) of these red flags:

Routinely ignores, criticizes, yells at or blames child

Plays favorites with one sibling over another

Poor anger management or emotional self-regulation

Stormy relationships with other adults, disrespect for authority

History of violence or abuse

Untreated mental illness, alcoholism or substance abuse

Children who suffer from your abuse, experience these emotional and behavioral issues:

Habits like sucking, biting, rocking

Learning disabilities and developmental delays

Overly compliant or defensive

Extreme emotions, aggression, withdrawal

Anxieties, phobias, sleep disorders

Destructive or anti-social behaviors (violence, cruelty, vandalism, stealing, cheating, lying)

Behavior that is inappropriate for age (too adult, too infantile)

Suicidal thoughts and behaviors

In summary, there is no “my house, my rules”. If you actively promote this type of behavior as parents, you are committing a crime, and you can be fined and imprisoned for it, as well as having your kids taken away, which, if they are experiencing this behavior from you, shouldn’t be your kids to begin with.

Children are not your property, regardless of relation.

If you want to guarantee your children never consider you a part of their life or interact with you ever again, continuing these behaviors will absolutely do that. 

As someone who has a support group of nearly 80 kids ranging from the ages of 14 to 27, I can tell you so many horror stories of parental abuse and the shit it fucks up the kids with as a result. My wife experienced and survived her own form of parental abuse, as have I. 

We do not tolerate it, and neither should your kids.

[inactive---blog-deactivated2018]

okay okay, you ready for a fucking story? because reading through this brought back memories that showcase just how shitty invading your kid’s privacy is!

okay so back when I was 12 (? i think. 7th grade for sure) I started experiencing symptoms of depression. So of course, because I thought it would help, I told my mom. She told me I was just “a hormonal teenager” and that I just needed to get over it. At this point I was suicidal and had expressed that, even at that age I knew that it wasn’t normal. not at all.

So I started isolating myself from my family. I’d only text my friends. That’s when they started going through my ipod because they believed I was “doing bad things”. So I set up a passcode because they were just unlocking and going through it every time I left the room. It stayed in my pocket until I got home, then under the bed. I wasn’t allowed to unlock it myself, they had to know the passcode. I’d go through 20 different passcodes a month because I didn’t want them looking through it. I didn’t even have anything to hide! They made me feel guilty, like I was doing something wrong for texting my friends. The most prominent memory of this is sitting in the chair next to the couch, crying from the anxiety they were forcing me through as they looked through everything. I had no privacy. I wasn’t allowed to have privacy. I no longer texted my friends. The little social interaction I got was from tumblr messages every so often.

My parents created instagram, tumblr etc. accounts so they could watch what i posted and when I posted it. I blocked them. This was he only place I had left to express myself and they were trying to take that away too. They found some app (no idea why this even exists) that allows you to fucking track what your kids do online. I changed the email on all of my social media. I stopped using it if they were in the room. I did everything I possibly could because I just wanted to have 1 fucking place I could express myself without them.

They’ve (as far as I know) stopped forcing their way into my shit. They still go through my texts if I leave it unlocked. They hover over me whenever I use the computer. They still threaten to take away my door.

And I just don’t care anymore. About anything. I skip class, I send nudes, I smoke etc. They’re gonna assume I’m doing it anyway, why shouldn’t I?

I spend my time telling my brother not to do anything I’ve done. Telling him to tell me if he feels bad, not our parents. Telling him not to do the stuff I still do. I tell him all this because I’m in ruins and I don’t want him to end up the same way.

[howprolifeofyou]

“my house my rules” is my #1 tipoff that a parent may be abusive to their kids and was a huge scapegoat for my parents doing shit like taking my mattress and bedroom door away for getting a C in school. this shit is abusive and only serves to emotionally scar children and push them away from their parents even more.

[fridayfelts-deactivated20181212]

I’m a parent and this 100% emotional abuse. If you don’t trust your kids, then they won’t trust you. It can be scary to let go then, online and in ‘rl’ but you have to if you want to have people, who at the end of the process of growing up, who are brave and confident in who they are

[kilgore-doubt-deactivated202208]

hey so as a mental health worker I can 100% confirm that the “no privacy until you’re an adult” mindset is abusive and causes trauma to the child which will take years and years to recover from, if ever. Controlling your child’s life in every aspect and not allowing them to become independent of you is abusive.

[steeple333]

less about privacy specifically but my parents would often talk about how they Pay for me, for my college (that my dad forced me to take classes he liked), my food, etc, since i was a child. i have no income because im disabled and even though my parents are well off, ive never had a regular income or allowance. i had to ask my parents money for everything. i had to lie and scrimp back just to have any spending moeny of my own. now that i do have a little bit of money mom especially will tell me how to spend it. it’s horrible.

so having a parent tell you, or talk about, how much you Cost, and how they House And Feed you, it doesn’t make a kid grateful. it makes them feel like a worthless burden. like they’d be better off if you never existed.

[e-doro]

My dad would tell me he had installed recording devices around the house to catch me and my brother doing anything bad while he was gone. He would say he knew all of my email/IM account passwords and regularly read through them and then get mad at me if I got upset, because what was I hiding that was so bad, huh??? He would threaten to go through the notebooks I wrote in every day because he thought they were my journals (they weren’t, but I didn’t want him reading them anyway) just for kicks, as far as I could tell. I never dated or anything but he would regularly tell me that if I was ever going to have sex I had to tell him first and talk to him about it.

He once got in a screaming fight with my brother because he picked my brother’s phone up and went through it while my brother was out of the room, and said “If I see (something of yours) and I want to look at it, I’m going to”, and then when I agreed that I didn’t want him going through my shit either he screamed at us that we weren’t welcome in his house anymore.

He would read over my shoulder. He would ask me who I was talking to if he saw me texting or IMing, then what I was talking about, and he -would not let me not answer-, he would not let me be vague, he demanded to know the details of any and every conversation I ever had in his presence whenever he felt like it.

No one in my family, ever, up until the last time I stayed with them (at the age of 24, with my partner of 3 years, after we got evicted) knocked on my door before coming into my room. I have never had a door that locked. Until I was in middle school they would walk in on me in the bathroom or the shower without knocking.

He died two years ago and I don’t miss him. His actions turned me into a defensive paranoid wreck of a human being. I have delusional fears of being under constant surveillance. I get angry when people even glance over my shoulder at what I’m doing or ask who I’m talking to. Once Fred picked up a notebook of mine and started looking in it and my immediate, panic-driven response was to rip the notebook out of its hands and throw it into the back seat.

Not allowing your child to have boundaries does not create a functional adult. It makes sure that they don’t trust you. I actively hid and still hide huge swathes of my life from him and my mother. They haven’t gotten an honest look at who I am since I was in my early teens. I do not and didn’t tell them about my mental health problems, my interpersonal problems, my friends, my goals, my feelings, anything. I haven’t been able to trust them for 10+ years and I likely never will, and in the back of my head I also distrust everyone else I ever meet.

It’s child abuse, plain and simple, and it’s the number one best way to ensure your children distrust you, hide things from you, and don’t come to you when they genuinely need help. All the parents in this thread saying they do shit like this, I hope your children get away and never speak to you again.

[pervertedsenpai28-deactivated20]

Stop whining. Want privacy? MOVE OUT

[king-arius]

And then there’s this fucking tardlet.

[gaeadene]

‘move out’

yeah bucko that’s gonna work for 13 year olds ain’t it

[500daysofbecky]

I really need everyone to see me throwing a piece of bread into a bears mouth.

[500daysofbecky]

I actually have never been more proud of anything in my life and WILL reblog this every day until I die.

[theinturnetexplorer]

well that neighbor feud took an amusing turn.

[toomucherin]

I was not expecting this

[novipop]

they have really good art too

[wilwheaton]

…and that’s how I met your mother.

[southernsideofme-deactivated201]

Wait for it…

[association-of-free-people]

Witchcraft

[unlimited-shitpost-works-deacti]

[perspectivemax-deactivated20181]

Oh

[secondhand-sheep-shack]

The math geek in me is giddy. 

[brosefvondudehomie-deactivated2]

WITCHCRAFT!!! BURN THE WITCH!!!

[theheartbrokenlibertarian]

I don’t buy that “graph” even a little. It’s clear that what I just witnessed is impossible without some kind of magic spell.

[dontneedfeminism2]

Bruh.

[just-shower-thoughts]

So I just learned ejaculation comes out at 27mph. That makes it illegal in a School zone.

[cunt-inent]

there are other reasons ejaculation isn’t generally accepted in school zones, but sure

[tescosfinest-deactivated2013111]

i’m using Internet Explorer, i hope this posts quickly. happy new year 2011

[gravysaur-deactivated20141004]

The longer this goes on for the funnier it gets

[eroscestlavie]

u know how the tail of a really little brand new kitten sticks right up in the air and how their bodies are kinda chubby

thats good 

[eroscestlavie]

FORGOT to provide Evidence

[wondie-deactivated20180817]

gavin mood board

[gmby-deactivated20160707]

wait that’s this kid’s name? how is he so ubiquitous? why is he so bothered?

[wondie-deactivated20180817]

his name is gavin and he just can’t catch a break

[rosworms-is-shadowbanned]

Maui is not obese

Maui is a powerful demigod. Big and strong and… oh, you think he looks fat?

That’s probably because you’ve been conditioned by the media to accept this

as what strong and fit looks like. Amiright?

Sadly… these guys are not all that strong. Yeah, they got muscles… but they aren’t built in a useful way. They are built for looks and that’s about it.

This… 

is a strong guy. Actually a competitor in the Strongman competition. But… his tummy sticks out and he doesn’t look like a Dorito. 

You know who else is strong?

These guys…

And Maui…

Look at those arms, omg. And that solid, sturdy torso. You can see a shadow where his meat covers his ribs, but he doesn’t look like any slouch to me.

And this guy…

That’s Dwayne Johnson’s grandfather. When the Disney animators showed him their sketches of Maui, he pulled out a picture of his grandfather and showed it to them because he was amazed how similar they looked. This dude was also a pro wrestler.

There’s actually a great infographic about ab muscles and stuff over HERE. but this is the part i want to show you.

Now… look at Maui again.

That thickness don’t move like fat. It doesn’t jiggle and he’s able to flex it. Look at how it sits on his body. It doesn’t sag… he doesn’t have a gut. There’s even a slight V shape to his torso.

It’s just big and not ‘defined’.

And people aren’t used to that.

(sorry, this isn’t the most organized post… i kinda just let it all spill out)

[zabchan]

Maui appreciation. He thicc

[zabchan]

alarajrogers replied:

Also a guy could be legit fat and still have enormously strong muscles under the gut – agreed that Maui is not that guy, but even if he were fat it would not invalidate his strength.

for sure this ^^^^

[blindoptimism]

I think my dad heard me crying cause he just cracked open my door and slid a piece of cake on the floor into my room

[flowing-tears-pouring-rain]

that is honestly so cute hahaha

[just-another-depression-blog]

The type of parent I want to be

[iraffiruse]

Machine Porn

[bluekraken]

coolest gif set ever

[shinyjiggly]

99% perfectly looping photo Gifs :D

[singing-not-sleeping-beauty]

Story Time

I was six the first time I went to disney world. It was also the first time I met my step family in florida. See, my grandfather had three wives in his lifetime, and the third wife was the only one I ever met. She had five kids when they married, and moved to Hawaii from the Phillipines. Now jump forward, my dad’s step siblings have families of their own, including my uncle Jett, who married a native hawaiian woman, and had two beautiful daughters.

Back to that first trip to disney. I was six, my sister was ten, and our smack in the middle of that age difference was my cousin Malia at age eight. She, and her younger sister Bella, both took hula classes, because their mother wanted them to stay close to their roots, despite the distance of having moved to florida. We were all pretty young, but we knew enough that the princesses at disney world were actresses in costume.

“How cool would it be to play a princess at one of these parks?” I had said after a long day in the magic kingdom. “I wanna do that one day.”

“Who would you play?” Bella had asked. 

“I don’t know. Belle maybe. She’s the only one with brown hair other than snow white, and mulan, and I could never play either of them.”

“Yeah, but you don’t really look like Belle either. Your noses are to different.” Malia had cut in, and I shrugged it off, knowing It’d never happen anyway.

“What about you guys? Who would you play?” I asked them, unaware that there was no answer to that.

“We don’t look like any of them either. There are no princesses from where we’re from.” So we all settled on the sad belief that none of us would ever get to be disney princesses.

Years pass, and I decide that one day I would help write a movie for a princess from either the phillipines, or the polynesian islands, so my cousins could become princesses. Because they held on to that dream. It might have been harder for them to let go of it, because they lived so close to disney.

Now it’s 2014, and Malia has just been hired as a dancer, at the polynesian resort at disney. She started as a swing, and in two years worked her way up to a featured dancer. It helped that she was of polynesian decent. 

About a year ago it was announced that disney would be releasing a movie featuring their first polynesian princess, and my cousins & I were all excited, but none of us had high hopes. We all figured they’d make her look more like Rapunzel, the way Anna and Elsa had. 

Fast forward a few months. They have just released the first look at moana.

I text my cousin as soon as I see it.

“Did you see Moana?”

“No, why?” I send her the picture above, and a minute later I get a call. “SHE LOOKS LIKE ME! I LOOK LIKE HER!” Malia is screaming into the phone with unabashed enthusiasm. She couldn’t believe that a disney princess bore such a resemblance to her.

Yesterday, 11/16/16, my cousin began her new job at disney world, and I couldn’t be happier that her dream of ten years had been realized.

This is why representation matters. This is one of many reasons why Moana is so important. 

Congratulations Malia. I can’t wait to come down and say Mahalo

[funkyfetus]

[mogifire]

Why do people never want to tell you their middle name like who gives a shit its not a nuclear launch code its your damn name

[fireworksdraco]

reblog with your middle name in the tags

[chromium-phoenix]

Actually, the practice dates back to the reason we have middle names in the first place!

Some time around the dark ages, everyone believed in witchcraft and wizardry, like ya do. A big principle of magic was the idea of “true names.” If a spellcaster knew your full name, they could do whatever the hell they wanted to you. Of course, people didn’t want that, but there were enough people with the same first names that you had to give people your surname as well, to avoid confusion.

The solution? A secret name in the middle that you don’t tell anyone (unless you believe that they’re not able to do magic and/or you trust them enough that if they DID do magic, you’d be fine).

[horticulturalcephalopod]

this is some death note shit

[bigmouthlass]

Is that why parents only use your full name when you *righteously* fuck up?

[starshals]

oh my gosh

[polistes]

[do-over]

I feel like maybe this might be of interest to some.

[catsof-blog]

PRRRRRRRRRRR-PRRRRRRRRRRRR

[writeinspiration]

Reblogging right now because I’m having a random anxiety attack and figured someone else might need soothing too.

Cheetahs are one of my favorite animals, and they have anxiety too! They get spooked pretty easily and actually are often given therapy dogs in order to help them with their anxiety.

They’re very sweet; they just have big claws and big teeth. They’re really loving when in groups and habitually do social grooming for hours and hours. They’re a lovely animal. :3 To hear them purr is a pure delight.

[withdrawnwitch]

@adhesivesandscrap