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independent, low-activity, and extremely private blog for 𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 of a&e’s 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙻. mothered and managed by cat ( they/them, est ).
exploring themes of: (𝚂)𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙳, crippling codependency, ‘us against the world’ mentality, abandoning before being abandoned, not going down without a fight, sweeping under the rug, not letting the world harden you, the comforts of old hollywood, managing expectations, and running a motel.
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
i’ve moved norma to my multi hub! catch me there!
Mother may I? Yes I may have a mother figure that’s super toxic to my mental health
NDNWIDHSIDHSJ IS IT ME SHANNON
* itsbllshit.
Nancy always has been good at reading people (or so she likes to believe), blue eyes watching Norma as casually as one can, giving a small nod of her head, a little sympathetic smile. Anything she can really to make it seem as if she’s just a good classmate doing something nice, something expected of a girl like her, whose mother is on the PTA, father one of the best attorneys in Indiana completely. Carefully, and with an air of caution about her, Nancy peers behind the woman, as if expecting to see Norman himself in pajamas and a box of Kleenex, but instead it’s nothing.
It’s the way Norma seems almost too adamant to get rid of Nancy that only makes her curiosity pique more, a new mystery for her to at least try and uncover alone (as if she would seriously let anyone know what she’s now getting herself into). The pit of her stomach grows more when her attention picks up the small cues she’s being given, only fueling the petite renegade more.
She offers a warm, kind smile, blue eyes bright; “Trust me, whatever he has, I’m probably immune to. I have a brother who’s thirteen and a little sister who’s four,” Nancy tries to laugh it off, even if it’s true. With the germs her younger siblings bring into the house -namely Mike- Nancy has taken it upon herself to make sure she’s never sick (a girl can’t properly fire a gun even in an open field for practice if she’s sniffling and coughing, can she?). Noticing as well that she’s also made no indication to even take the missing homework assignments from her, Nancy sees another chance, handed to her complete with a red bow on top of it. “And, actually, there’s a lot in here I have to actually explain; some of our teachers like to yell out extra instructions when the bell rings-” a small side step, doing her best to peer further inside, “-I won’t be long, I promise.”
❛ oh . . . ❜ norma’s weak, reflexive retort dissipates into a quiet, awkward chuckle. she nods politely, smiling sheepishly though her patience wears thinner by the minute. she taps her foot idly, smiling cordially while the anxiety swells within---- this nancy wheeler girl is incredibly pushy. she better not be like this with norman. flexes of fear, mistrust illuminate the crevices of norma’s features in waving tides, pleasantries and paranoia combating for dominance across her features. she slides her hand up the threshold of the door to further obscure the interior of her home, as though fearful that maybe nancy may find exactly what she hopes to---- norman, though not sick at all, just----- unwell . . . and no one. must know that norman is unwell. not even norman.
briefly, she glances around the porch in search of anything that may break the girl’s rampant fixation on seeing her son ( why can’t people take no for an answer? ), though circling back to smile politely as the high school teen proceeds in her explanation. it’s no use. norma has no choice but to put her foot down before the girl completely overruns her home and takes over her mortgage. ❛ no. ❜ she urges, wedging herself into the doorframe to further impede her unsolicited company’s wandering eyes. ❛ ------no, i’m sorry, honey— i - it’s not a good idea. not today. n’kay? he doesn’t need---- any more excitement right now, not while he’s trying to recover. ❜
eyes flit to the pile of schoolwork. she gestures toward it. ❛ homework, tests, all that stuff can wait until he’s better------ y’know, i’m--- i’m more concerned about his health right now than his grade in some---- high school . . . geometry class, frankly. ❜ she scoffs out her nostrils, the word ‘geometry’ spoken as though it’s the silliest word she’s ever heard in her life. she peers over the teen’s shoulder. something is missing from the picture, but she can’t quite place what it is. and then, after an awkward beat, a sharp inhale, she snaps back into her cookie cutter persona like an elastic. ❛ but thank you, honey, really. i will . . . make sure he gets these, and i will let him know that you stopped by. okay? he’ll be thrilled. ❜ she holds her arms out to retrieve the heaping pile when it dawns on her. she looks up and over nancy’s shoulder. ❛ . . . oh my god, did you walk all the way over here from school? that’s like, miles from here----- it’s gonna be pitch black outside pretty soon. ❜
* chiefhcp.
He figured it was SHAME that made her response in such a way. Shame for causing such a scene at the bureau the other day. Shame for her behavior and the things she said in emotion. Jim would not remind her of that, though. That would hardly be fair.
“Yeah.” he responded, already knowing such thing wouldn’t have been the case anyway. “I’m just glad it’s all sorted out. Have a nice day Mrs. Bates.” he said, EAGER to hang up the phone and get on with his day.
she has just nearly slid into home base when a pang of guilt strikes an impulsive chord in norma, and before she can think, her brain is hijacked, propelled into action as though driven by a motor. ❛ wh, uh——. . . jim--- sheriff . . . officerrrr jim? ❜ what the hell are you doing, norma louise? get off the phone while you’ve got the green light! if only she could without extending the olive branch---- perhaps it’s the people pleaser in her, but she really is embarrassed about the way she acted. her temper is a development area, to say the least. besides, best not to make enemies with lawmen--- especially not chief lawman. ❛ i just’m . . . ❜ she pauses to glance over her shoulder warily to ensure norman isn’t within earshot. and then, like magic, her kind bimbo routine sheds like dead skin to reveal her at her pulp. ❛ . . . i just . . . wanted to tell you that this was big of you. to call. maybe i’m makin’ a mountain out’ve a molehill here, but---- . . . i would have told me to go shit in a hat, truthfully, i really am . . . so embarrassed, i feel like i totally just------ went out of my mind. anyway, i dunno if that makes you the ‘bigger’ man . . . in all this, er---- whatever, i don’t really care to be honest with you, i was just worried about my son. so. ❜
probably not the apology he was hoping for, if that could even be considered an apology. not like he was holding his breath for one anyway. but it’s done. she mentally dusts her hands of the whole rotten thing------ nuthin’ personal. ❛ but, um . . . thank you for, doin’ the decent thing, y’know. it, is, a---- lost art. in this day and age, i will tell you that. ❜
an endless list of my favorite female characters → norma bates (bates motel)
You know what? If I was a man, one of these douchebags who lives here, you would say this is totally doable. You’re just saying it’s a bad idea because you think I can’t handle it because I’m a woman, because I’m a mother. I can. I have seen how it’s done, and I will handle it without you if I have to!
* chiefhcp.
WOW, wow, wowwwww… This was a bit too much. WORRY was one thing, but his lady was bringing it to an entire different level. He could not judge for he did not know about what happened to her to think like this. But it was very tempting to judge nevertheless. Perhaps she had read too many storybooks. A man with a hook for a hand? Peter Pan?
Her next words, however, made him shift in his seat subtly; like the slight hint of an arising thunderstorm. He licked his lips a bit before teeth momentarily caught his lower lips. A heavy stone sunk down his stomach. How often had people, especially mothers, thrown this argument his way. How WRONG were they with their assumptions each time. He did understand. He understood more than anyone how it felt to lose a child. How it the fear felt the moments before. It ate your heart. Jaws clenched together as his mind momentarily shifted to Sarah before his gaze returned to the woman in front of him. “Yes, Mrs. Bates. You are very much allowed to rock my shit when he hasn’t returned by then. Now you LEAVE.”
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Next morning Jim sighed as he lifted the piece of paper that Flo had just brought in. It was Norma Bates’ phone number. He had asked for it. She had not returned with her rampage of accusations so he assumed her son returned home and nothing was the matter. He was somewhat of a decent officer, though. So he requested the number and decided to call. “Mrs. Bates? Chief Hopper speaking. Checking if your son’s back home.”
down the hall, the phone blings practically right off its home base mounted to the wall. she is reluctant to even answer given norman’s condition, but she unhooks the phone just as she turns the corner. nothing should appear out of the ordinary, even if it verily is . . . no one must know the kind of delicate state norman is in. especially not chiefy here, who’s suddenly eagerly pouncing at the prospect to lend a helping hand—- typical.
❛ oh hi, . . . hi, sheriff, yeah. ❜ she lilts pleasantly, as though the events, the harsh words from the day prior had never even occurred. she peers down the hallway to ensure privacy before putting her best foot forward ( as far as you can tell over the phone, anyway ). ❛ yeah, that is . . . that’s so kind of you really, i - i completely forgot to call. i, uh——- ❜ she shuffles her feet uncomfortably. ❛ i—- we’re . . . we’re good here. all good—- you were right, y’know, i - i was just—- actin’ a fool. ❜ she snorts a chuckle, ❛ acting—- so insane, ‘s embarrassing, i - i don’t even know what i was thinkin’. ❜ she admits with a shrug of her shoulder. merely the dense housewife you had presumed she is, nothing to see here!
a beat. it hangs uncomfortably in the air. thank god he isn’t standing in front of her, for her sudden, profuse sweating might give way to the truth. please be convinced. ❛ he - he just got lost. on his way back from the store. ‘s . . . nuttin’ crazy—- no hook-handed men, no ransom notes, not this time anyway, so . . . ❜ she snorts another chuckle, as if it were a private joke between them. they’re not good. they’re not good at all. and she’s suddenly cringing at her choice words. ❛ i, uh—- i appreciate your call, . . . sheriff, . . . chief . . . hopper. really. so, so thoughtful. ❜ she adds, hoping it isn’t obvious how painfully eager she is to retreat, to hang up in case he launches into an intense line of questioning.
