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Reblog if your muse is made of ANGER and BAD DECISIONS
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█ ▌HC: HOME LIFE/ABUSE & NEGLECT ▌█
With his biological father having left before his birth–wanting nothing to do with the child– Justin has dealt with a the garden variety of Grade A jerks that life can produce, thanks to his mother’s taste in men. ( Justin & his mother have something in common: They hate, and even fear, being alone. In his mother’s case, she’ll accept any form of ‘romantic’ companionship, with a note of disregard for what the effect may be on Justin. ) With a revolving door of entitled jerks, felons, druggies, and drop outs rotating through his life, neglect from his mother & abuse from her partners wasn’t a rare occurrence in Justin’s life. While for a large part, things were mostly emotional abuse, things would worsen around the time Justin was 12 and through his teens, when excuses were easier to pin onto bruises: Rough housing with friends, he got them playing basketball,scuffle at school etc. Two of his mother’s boyfriends in particular had a pattern of abusive habits with Justin, more so than others. A man named Preston, and the man who most frequently returned, Seth. It would be around 14 when Justin would actually begin showing notable bruises, though most were easily enough hidden under his shirt and jacket.
In pair with the abuse, the income of the Foley home was never something stable, and priorities were rarely handled. Lights and water would often be turned off, and Justin had for a point in time learned to just keep things packed waiting for the next time they’d be evicted. Cheap meals like PB&J sandwiches, or ramen were a staple in his life, and even so there are times that the house is barely stocked with this. ( Knowing well enough what it’s like to go without, Justin is never one to waste food. He finds it annoying even to this day when he sees someone throwing away food, and it’s unlikely you’d ever see him leave something untouched on his plate. If Justin isn’t eating/hardly eats, it’s safe to assume there’s something wrong. )
Boiling down to his relationship with his mother: There isn’t much of one to begin with. Justin & his mother would have been the closest between the time Justin was 2 and 6, and afterwards their relationship would drift further apart. Justin feels abandon by his mother, but is constantly clinging to a bit of hope that she might step up and actually treat him like her son again. As opposed to treating him more like a problem. ( She is never physically abusive towards Justin, however, she is very neglectful. Ignoring the problems, and never truly stepping up against her boyfriends. Likely because of her own fears of what else they might do. Even so, Justin is bitter about it, and feels he has no place within the family. )
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🐺Mother Mother: No Culture - Sentence Starters
“just let the doors close, and shut the blinds.” “I’ll come out right on the other side,” “Maybe if I believed them they’d have stayed,” “Heaven knows I needed her to stay,” “I don’t wanna wait, I wanna love again today,” “You’re better than the drugs I used to love,” “I’d do away with all the dirtiness for your love,” “You’re deadly like a gun,” “Give my best to the mess, I’ve had my fill of it,” “I’ve had enough of it,” “I’m what they like to call a special case,” “So young to be so cruel,” “I got detention, cause I made a face,” “The only thing is that my lover don’t ever write me,” “All that I ever loved is lost in the past,” “Is it just a little overkill writing the days away?” “Fire burns my skin but I still want to play with it,” “We’re losing you to the gutter,” “I’m a little kid with a big death wish,” “We’re losing you, is it forever?” “I was wrong, but I was doing it right,” “Back when we were young and making out in the mouth of the devil,” “I couldn’t love, so i would run for lust,” “I got no culture,” “I’m like a bull in a china shop,” “So can we let sleeping dogs lie?” “Everybody believes me when I say it’s mine,” “Everybody believes me when I say it’s fine,” “I lost my key,” “The romance died, but it didn’t in me,” “Everything is happening at the same time,” “The Americans are hooked on drugs,” “If there’s a God above, it’s not enough. But I don’t care,” “Everyone’s just spilling guts at the same time,” “I get a cut, they feel my pain,” “They might be crazy, but they is my family,” “You fuck with them, you fuck with me,” “Can’t understand how to get a grip with all these people around,” “They’re just not that smart, and sometime’s it’s endearing,” “I can’t see the truth, but I can feel all the lies,” “You might say that you do, but not really give a damn,” “I’m not lonely, I’m just alone,” “I’m not crazy, I’m just crazy for you,” “This happens time again, two lovers turn to friends,” “We’re gonna lose to reality,” “You may love me like a saint, but you’ll lose faith eventually,” “It’s gonna fade back to vanity,” “I may love you like a saint, but I will lose faith,”
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█ ▌HC: HOME LIFE/ABUSE & NEGLECT ▌█
With his biological father having left before his birth--wanting nothing to do with the child-- Justin has dealt with a the garden variety of Grade A jerks that life can produce, thanks to his mother’s taste in men. ( Justin & his mother have something in common: They hate, and even fear, being alone. In his mother’s case, she’ll accept any form of ‘romantic’ companionship, with a note of disregard for what the effect may be on Justin. ) With a revolving door of entitled jerks, felons, druggies, and drop outs rotating through his life, neglect from his mother & abuse from her partners wasn’t a rare occurrence in Justin’s life. While for a large part, things were mostly emotional abuse, things would worsen around the time Justin was 12 and through his teens, when excuses were easier to pin onto bruises: Rough housing with friends, he got them playing basketball,scuffle at school etc. Two of his mother’s boyfriends in particular had a pattern of abusive habits with Justin, more so than others. A man named Preston, and the man who most frequently returned, Seth. It would be around 14 when Justin would actually begin showing notable bruises, though most were easily enough hidden under his shirt and jacket.
In pair with the abuse, the income of the Foley home was never something stable, and priorities were rarely handled. Lights and water would often be turned off, and Justin had for a point in time learned to just keep things packed waiting for the next time they’d be evicted. Cheap meals like PB&J sandwiches, or ramen were a staple in his life, and even so there are times that the house is barely stocked with this. ( Knowing well enough what it’s like to go without, Justin is never one to waste food. He finds it annoying even to this day when he sees someone throwing away food, and it’s unlikely you’d ever see him leave something untouched on his plate. If Justin isn’t eating/hardly eats, it’s safe to assume there’s something wrong. )
Boiling down to his relationship with his mother: There isn’t much of one to begin with. Justin & his mother would have been the closest between the time Justin was 2 and 6, and afterwards their relationship would drift further apart. Justin feels abandon by his mother, but is constantly clinging to a bit of hope that she might step up and actually treat him like her son again. As opposed to treating him more like a problem. ( She is never physically abusive towards Justin, however, she is very neglectful. Ignoring the problems, and never truly stepping up against her boyfriends. Likely because of her own fears of what else they might do. Even so, Justin is bitter about it, and feels he has no place within the family. )
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❛ you’re ACTUALLY talking to me ? are you sick or something ? ❜
@smiledamned . // starter call .
“Don’t make it something it’s n o t, only a big deal if you make it one.”
& he isn’t meaning to have any BITE to his words, it’s almost natural. ( Side effect of being part of the particular crowd he identifies with. ) Not that he’d USUALLY be caught speaking to T w i l i g h t.
“You do that fortune shit, right? Like in movies and all that crap?”
Justin: I’m not into dudes tho. Alex/Tony: Dude, we literally JUST made out Justin: *Softly hums ‘Heat Of The Moment’*
“ so… breakfast? ” bye
▌█ MORNING AFTER STARTERS █ ▌ ↳ NOT ACCEPTING || @atmonets
—There’s a few personal r u l e s when it comes to HOOKUPS that Justin typically lives by. Waking up when sunlight was creeping through the bedroom window? Not something he aimed for. ( He’s pretty sure it’d be b a d l u c k to meet the family under these circumstances. He wasn’t aiming for family meeting just yet, as it was. ) Apparently, the ‘gone before the sun’s up’ rule didn’t apply with Hannah Baker, when morning grog came paired with the colorful array of her walls; walls eye-sore bright compared to his own grey & navy toned room.
‘So….breakfast?’
Hannah Baker, still in her own morning haze he assumed–then again, she kind of almost always sounds a little like someone who’d just woken up,if that someone was a morning person, and if you asked Justin. He likes it. & despite the PANIC that he might be caught in bed with her by parents, his lips pull into a smile when sleep-fogged eyes turn their attention to her.
“Breakfast? Seriously, Hannah?”
His tone teasing, as he rolls onto his belly on the limited expanse of her bed, props himself up on his arms, smile unwavering. Breakfast, he wants to laugh, who asked a boy who snaked in through the window about breakfast? ( It’s endearing, though. The awkward proposition, paired with her yet to be fixed hair. Was it the night before, or the mornings that meant you got l u c k y ? )
“Should I sneak back out the window and ring the bell, or are Mr and Mrs Baker going to welcome me to a eggs and bacon when I come downstairs with you?”
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