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circles are blue, okay?
they're not red
they're not yellow
they're not green
they're blue.
just like the number 8
just like the word 'dude'
just like wavy lines
not like triangles
or diamonds
or squares
because triangles are red
diamonds are yellow
squares are green
and circles are blue.
OKAY??????
I had to say this to someone
- ur new bestie 🐏
oh wow, this is so inspiring and insightful. thank you for sharing this with me, anon, i feel blessed 🙏💞
Sorry for constantly asking if I’m doing something the right way can you tell I got yelled at a lot as a child
‘anonymous’ said : "You're wrong papà, wrong!" The child squirmed in the tight grip keeping them there, harsh words trying to reinforce everything they were taught, filling them with hate. "Non sono mostri!" Bitterness was spat out back at Ercole. Tired... so tired they were of feeling like an outcast, unable to play, befriend kids that formed scales at the touch of water. They didn't understand why their father only saw monsters. Why he wanted his tesoro to feel so lonely. Unless... "You are, you papà are the monster! I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you... I HATE YOU."
how was he SUPPOSED to be a happy and DOTING father in this WRETCHED family when his own child was THE WORST ? and here ercole thought he was a BAD KID himself ―― whatever was wrong with this DEMON CHILD must be ten times worse ! he couldn’t STAND THEM ! every waking moment of his life he is BURDENED by this child and this FAMILY he didn’t even want to be APART OF [ . . . ] but what other CHOICE did he have , than to STICK AROUND ? no matter how EXHAUSTED he was , he was TRAPPED in this predicament ― and as he feels the child try to WIGGLE AWAY and DEFY ercole , he only felt his rage BOILING underneath his skin.
they were NOTHING of a tesoro to him , let us let THAT be clear. how could his TESORO be so HATEFUL ? how could his tesoro be nothing but a NUISANCE to him ? he could NEVER love anything like this uncooperative , obnoxious , IMPOSSIBLE child ――― they questioned him , they were always SO NEEDY , and no matter how many BEATINGS they received , they never LEARNED their lesson. or perhaps they FORGOT , much like now : asking to PLAY with those monstrous OFFSPRINGS , the product of the BREEDING of impurity and madness , despite being TOLD NO many times before. how could he let his OWN CHILD be around such disgusting things ? last they asked , they were BEAT back at home ― so , did they forget ? could they be SO STUPID ?
the father WALLOWED in his own misery as he DRAGGED his child along , pondering silently over these NOTIONS , his tight grip on the kid’s arm unforgiving and UNWAVERING. then came the accusations ―― the declaration of HATE , something he wasn’t UNFAMILIAR with. it wouldn’t be the FIRST TIME he’s heard his own child DETEST him so heartily , and though it might SHATTER the hearts of other parents alike [ . . . ] it meant NOTHING to him. it was OLD now. he only SIGHED , attempting to SQUEEZE his eyes shut to IGNORE the screaming and CRYING and whining before he finally CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE ! ..
he YANKS his child’s arm forward , GRABBING them by the COLLAR of their shirt and PULLING them close ―― ercole LEANS DOWN , speaking through GRITTED teeth as he let there be HARDLY A FEW INCHES between their faces.
❝ chiudi quella CAZZO DI BOCCA ! ❞ he practically SPITS into the face of the child , JOSTLING them around in an attempt to FORCE them to get ahold of themselves. ❝ I HATE YOU TOO !! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY !? ❞ ercole growls , though it was NO ATTEMPT to simply scare the child. ( for he meant it. ) ❝ I HATE YOU , AND SO DOES YOUR MOTHER ! [ . . . ] nobody loves you , and those MONSTERS wouldn’t even want to PLAY WITH YOU even if i LET YOU ! you annoying , bratty , SNOTTY CHILD ! LEARN TO FUCKING LISTEN FOR ONCE ! ❞ every sentence was ENDED with a rough jerking by the collar , SCREAMING into their face. he ends his berating with a sharp SMACK to their cheek , roughly LETTING them go by SHOVING the kid back a bit , swiftly grabbing AHOLD of the child’s wrist again.
without even giving them a SECOND to think , he continues to DRAG them along , though less merciful this time ―― SPEED WALKING and not CARING about how their little legs couldn’t KEEP UP. he was TIRED , too. he wasn’t going to EXPLAIN HIMSELF again , he was TIRED of explaining. he was tired of EVERYTHING. tired of the FAMILY he's forced to be apart of. tired of his WIFE , tired of his CHILD [ . . . ] he could only PRETEND for so long ―― and ercole was REACHING the end of his PATIENCE , he really was.
Lilac I’m going through the Techno drought can I get a platonic virtual hug? -arah fren
of course!!
closed / @redgrve!
he’s never been great with words. product of upbringing, environment, or is it just the fact that maddox lacks a sense of filter that comes with tact? both sounds more likely, so there he stands - leaning against the doorway of their shared rooms as louis plays the game. “you playin’ — what was it, sos?”