𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃
indie & semi selective original character ' EMERSON CAMPBELL ' from 𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙕𝙊𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙀'𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎. written into existence by 𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇.
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𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃
indie & semi selective original character ' EMERSON CAMPBELL ' from 𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙕𝙊𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙀'𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎. written into existence by 𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇.
laws below cut. biography. playlist.
blogroll: retriibutions, kaosuhyre, doomedson.
Honestly I’m such a catch and if you don’t have at least a little crush on me its ur loss
Tremors (1990) • Dir. Ron Underwood
Malcolm in the Middle 1.02 Red Dress
why haven’t we coined a term for the oppression faced by people who are good at giving head
we are in many instances unable to speak for ourselves…
The Golden Girls, The Competition (S01E07)
you know i think hughie would have had to console emerson when their mom showed up. because that is some crazy work for her to show up in their dad's hospital room and just dump the info that she and hughie sr had been talking again but she never once even tried to reach out to the twins
daphne had twenty years to reach out and explain she was dealing with depression. twenty years. and not once did she even try. and emerson would be so mad at her. look at all the milestones she's missed for them both. she wasn't there for hughie when robin was killed, or any of the other number of things that have happened to the twins. emerson's pretty sure that if it was he or hughie (jr) dying in a hospital, she wouldn't have shown up. and he thinks it would have hurt less for her to be there if she would have just been up front at least once in all those years that she didn't want them, so they could have mourned the loss of her and moved on. ( so em could move on !!! ) so em wouldn't have spent any amount of time wondering if he and hughie just weren't good enough to be loved by their mother.
you know i think hughie would have had to console emerson when their mom showed up. because that is some crazy work for her to show up in their dad's hospital room and just dump the info that she and hughie sr had been talking again but she never once even tried to reach out to the twins
emerson, the second he hears homelander make that weird purring noise at hughie: hear me out you could end this real quick and im gonna tell you how
📺 The Golden Girls (1987)
the twins
em and a few of his fellow sex workers rent out a water park for the day bc its so hot. everyone is invited if they behave (he stares at the deep and homie while saying this)
as items are pulled out of fridge and cabinets, emerson points a demanding finger towards one of the chairs on the opposite side of the island in his flat. ( he decided to forgo a table when he saw the island, placing two chairs on one side. ) "sit," he tells the other, voice a little commanding. "you're clearly in desperate need of a home cooked meal."
"i'm making something simple. shrimp alfredo and cheesy garlic bread. maybe a salad too. do you want salad?" he's already bringing water to a boil in one pot and making some seasoning to coat the shrimp in. "and when it's done, you're going to eat until you're full. i'm being the italian nona i want to see in the world."
"sit and relax for a bit. it's what you deserve."
open to any muse. could be familial, platonic, enemies, or romantic. open to muses from the boys or from any other fandom.
"do you think hughie will forget me when i die - or do you think i'll haunt him every time he looks in a mirror? i wonder if he'll forgive me for the things i'm planning."
open starter. / pre s5.
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ STRAINED FAMILY DYNAMICS-THEMED PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
you're just like your father.
you're just like your mother.
you spent years tearing people in this family down and now you're upset they won't come back?
i can't believe i used to defend you.
you always need someone to blame, and when you can't find one, you make one.
you don't get a medal for finally doing what you should've done years ago.
every apology you've ever given this family came with conditions.
i wasn't trying to start a fight. i was trying to have a conversation.
don't stand there acting shocked. you created this.
you know exactly why i don't come around anymore.
why am i always the one apologizing?
every problem in this family gets traced back to you eventually.
you taught me exactly what kind of person i never wanted to become.
you keep calling us ungrateful. for what, exactly?
we keep pretending this family works.
every family gathering turns into this because of you.
the worst part is that i still wanted you to choose me.
you don't miss me. you miss controlling me.
you taught me what love shouldn't look like.
you never wanted a family. you wanted control.
you're exactly the person you swore you'd never become.
everybody notices it. they just won't say it out loud.
you ruin everything you touch and then wonder why nobody calls.
maybe if you called once in a while, you'd know what's going on.
you don't get to disappear for ten years and come back giving advice.
i didn't ask you to be my parent.
maybe they're gone, but we're still dealing with what they left behind.
we had to learn how to adapt because of you!
if everyone keeps leaving you, maybe the problem isn't everyone else.
you want sympathy for wounds you've spent years giving to us.
i can still hear the way you talked to me when i was a kid.
you're the reason nobody wants to be in the same room anymore.
nobody ever defends me when you're around.
i don't know why you're crying now.
you always have an excuse.
you've been blaming everyone else for so long you've forgotten you're the common denominator.
you didn't protect me.
nobody warned me that forgiveness and trust were different things.
you can yell all you want. it won't change what happened.
nobody told me because they knew i'd be angry.
you forgot my birthday.
i shouldn't have had to raise myself.
you have no idea what was said about you after you left.
don't raise your voice at me.
you've been holding this family hostage with your temper for decades.
i wasn't trying to replace anyone.
i would rather tell a stranger my problems than tell you.
that's your problem. you mistake fear for respect.
nobody asked what i wanted.
funny how you only show up when you need something.
you think being loud makes you right.
you act surprised every time there are consequences.
go ahead and leave. that's what you're best at.
you weren't there, so don't tell me how it felt.
everybody walks on eggshells around you.
you make everything about yourself.
you never even tried to know me.
you've hated me since the day i showed up.
it was easier to blame me than deal with the truth.
you're mad at the wrong person.
you had every opportunity to be better than this.
you're acting exactly like them.
why am i hearing this from everyone except you?
you treat strangers better than your own family.
you lost the right to call yourself family a long time ago.
i became the problem the moment i stopped staying quiet.
you inherited more than just their eyes.
for once in your life, stop defending yourself and listen.
i wish someone had believed me the first time.
i don't owe you forgiveness.
you don't miss me. you miss access to me.
i didn't realize love came with so many conditions.
nobody is attacking you. we're finally holding you accountable.
i spent years cleaning up your messes.
we all learned how to survive you in different ways.
you're not upset about what happened, you're upset people know about it now.
funny. that's not what you told everyone else.
you don't get to rewrite my childhood because the truth embarrasses you.
i've spent my entire life paying for your mistakes.
keep talking. every word just proves my point.
stop pretending everything is fine.
i don't care how difficult they were. they were still my parent.
you were the favorite and you still act like you suffered the most.
nobody asked how i was doing after it happened.
i can't tell if you forgot or if you just didn't care.
the worst thing that ever happened to this family is that nobody ever told you no.
i don't hate you. i just don't trust you.
that's not how it happened.
i wasn't invited, remember?
you had chance after chance after chance.
you keep asking why we're distant, but you never ask what caused it.
the second they walk into the room, you change.
you don't get credit for doing the bare minimum.
i spent years trying to earn your approval.
you're impossible to love and exhausting to be around.
i stopped expecting better from you years ago.
you don't get to scream at people and call it honesty.
that's the first honest thing you've said all day.
you don't get to demand respect from people you've never respected.
i wasn't jealous. i was neglected.
nobody here is scared of you anymore.
i don't care what your intentions were. look at the damage.
you always leave before anyone can confront you.
nobody abandoned you. we just got tired of being treated like garbage.
you were in the house, but you were never really there.
you never wanted a family. you wanted an audience.
every story you tell somehow makes you the hero.
i learned a long time ago not to expect anything from you.
you can't keep blaming your childhood forever.
you left me alone with them.
you say we're family whenever it's convenient.
the rest of us learned to survive your moods.
the second someone stops agreeing with you, they're suddenly the enemy.
you always act like you're the only one who had a hard childhood.
i don't even know if you like me.
you don't get to play victim now.
i spent my childhood being afraid of you.
don't compare me to them.
every generation in this family passes the damage down and calls it tradition.
the only reason this family still talks to you is guilt.
i didn't forget your birthday. i just didn't think you'd care.
stop pretending this conversation is beneath you.
the only time you call is when you need something.
i was a child.
i don't know what's worse, your anger or your silence.
we were all scared of you.
the only person who doesn't know how selfish you are is you.
you weren't the only one grieving.
we all know who they're going to side with.
i spent more time defending you than you ever spent defending me.
nobody talks about what happened because they're afraid you'll leave again.
why is everyone afraid of upsetting you?
we're related. that doesn't mean we're close.
Whoever pissed off a weather-controlling Supe in the city, or Mother Nature herself, go apologize before boot leather's the next entreè for three square meals.
For the love of the gray-bearded cunt's holiest of holies.
Opening the windows made things worse.
Why did he stupidly think a breeze was going to help? The air was dead. Humid. Stuffy. He's laid out on ground level, wooden floorboards digging into his back.
Fan blades are slow overhead, lazily stirring air around instead of providing any relief. He can feel it on his face. Hazel eyes follow the circular motion, dizziness washing over him. Bad idea.
There's nothing else to focus on!!!
Even the thought of phoning emergency services - if he needs to - barely crosses his mind.
new york city had graced them all with another scorcher. heat and humidity making the very act of walking down packed streets dangerously uncomfortable. everyone made meaner by the heat and emerson hates it more than any other time of year that he can't drive. he wishes for fall to hurry up and set in, bringing with it the autumn chill.
it occurs to him that the popsicles he's on the way to the store to get won't survive the walk home. hums in thought and then pulls out his cellphone while entering the cool grocery store. dials butchers number without even having to look at it.
"i'll trade you one car ride from the grocery store for a night in my flat. i know you don't have ac in that shitty place you live and my place is nice and cool. what do you say?"
he stands in front of the freezer section now, contemplating which flavors to get. "i'll even make dinner. something cool and refreshing."