Everywhere But Home
Author's Note
After the Anti-Ecto Acts go into law, Jazz and Danny decide that he's no longer safe in Amity Park. Because of the laws going to place in both the USA and Canada, Jazz convinces Danny to Flee the continent entirely.
With no home safe enough to return to, Danny travels the world, meeting new people, discovering new things, learning more than any classroom could ever teach him.
Danny doesn't let himself hope that he'll ever be able to return home. Though, maybe, just maybe, traveling as he is will allow him to hope again.
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i dont like my dad AT ALL. he’s condescending, selfish, gaslights the fuck out of my mom, invalidates everyone’s feelings around him but GOD FORBID if anyone says anything back to him. he acts like he takes covid seriously but then continues to talk to people within 6 ft without a mask. i honestly think that he only acts like he takes it seriously because of how its been politicized. if in some alternative universe, republicans took it seriously and democrats didn’t he would be a full on covid denier. he acts political and never stops watching MSNBC but literally has no fully formed political opinions other than “trump=bad”, biden could copy every single policy action of the trump administration and my dad wouldn’t bat an eye because “aTlEaSt He’S nOt TrUmP”. my dad is spineless and has no respect for others because he doesn’t even have respect for himself. i can’t wait until i can move out and not deal with his shit anymore.
It Looks Like I Probably Won’t Be Able to Get A Cat After All...
I’ve been trying write this post for the past few days, but it always devolved into wishing my dad had stayed lost (and worse). I’ve calmed down a bit since then, but I think that I should still write about it. Just to get it out of my system, because dwelling on it has really been stressing me out and writing about my problems usually makes me feel at least a *little* better. You don’t have to read this if you don’t want to. There’s nothing happy/good in it, so don’t let this be something to ruin your day.
So I was doing some research on how the adoption process would probably go, and one of the main bullet points of this particular adoption facility (and probably most others) is that I need to have the consent/approval of all the adults in the house. So of course that means I *have* to ask my dad if he’s okay with it. Because of how distant he is, I kind of just expected him to say “I don’t care.” in a “do what you want” sort of way, but that isn’t what happened.
Of course he meant “no”. And that would have been fine. It’s not like I can’t handle not getting what I want. Despite the childish things that I like, I am an adult and like most adults I know how to live with disappointment. This rant isn’t because “Dad doesn’t let me do what I want.”, this is more “I can’t believe that this unstable man in partially in charge of my life and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
It wasn’t the “no” that upset it me. It’s all the vitriol and pettiness that came with it. It’s not enough for him to say “No, I don’t think you’re capable of caring for a cat.” because yeah, to be honest I’m kinda terrible with small animals. I’ve never been able to truly bond with them, so I get bored and slowly stop taking care of them like I should. And of course I’ve mentioned several times that I don’t take good care of myself either (mostly due to depression). My room is always a mess. I always leave my half-eaten food out because I don’t like leaving my room. But I know all that (obviously). I’ve always thought of myself as irresponsible because I have such low commitment to everything. As childish as it may seem for an adult, doing simple things like cleaning my room are difficult for me because I don’t have any motivation to do so. That’s why doing so was my ultimatum for getting a cat in the first place. If I could find a way to muster the energy to make my place “liveable”, then perhaps I could do the same for the sake of an animal that I should have an easier time bonding with. I’ve thought about that ever since seeing posts about how you don’t have to stay alive for yourself. You can stay alive for the sake of another person or for an animal. I thought that maybe I could do that. And the thought of that made me so happy. The thought of not being lonely, made me so happy.
I tried to bring the cat adoption to his attention when we passed in each other in the living room. I said something to the effect of “I’m only bringing this up because I have to, but would you be okay with a cat in the house?”
Firstly he opened with “Yes I would like the 100,000 dollars that y’all are hoarding away. What is it?” He said this in the middle of my prompting the question and then proceeded to say (more or less his exact words): “You’ve proven that you’re too fucking filthy for a cat. Cats are dirty animals. They shit inside. I’m not going to be the one stuck with cleaning out that litter box.”
As he was about to go on one of his famous tirades, I just said “I’ve heard enough. Thank you for your answer.” and I said that everytime he tried to say something like that.
Now I don’t talk about it much because I don’t like accepting charity or even opening up the idea of it, but my family is doing pretty badly moneywise. It’s mostly just that we have a lot of bills, and not everyone is contributing to paying them. My dad doesn’t because he walked out on his job. Wasn’t fired (for once), just walked out in a fit of insanity (I mean that literally. how he was even able to drive back home in that state is a mystery to me) and my brother because he’s just kind of an asshole. He just makes up reasons to not help with the bills.
We’ve been having troubles like that ever since I was in middle school, but they’ve gotten worse with my dad’s car accident a few years ago (and thus subsequent new car bills) and increasing medical bills beginning with my stay in the mental ward, my brother’s work injury, and now my dad’s two hospital stays, both invoked by his own poor mental state. Of course, I don’t intend to blame my dad for ALL of our money problems because that isn’t quite true. But I think that most of them can be linked to direct results of his actions.
And of course I know by now that he really isn’t mentally stable, and it’s only made him more and more verbally abusive. It probably isn’t “fair” to be mad at someone who’s so clearly delusional, but I also don’t think it’s “fair” that we have to deal with it. It’s not fair that I have to get so much stress and grief just from talking to him. It’s because of him, going on one of his insane spiels that I’ve actually harmed myself. Me, who has so little tolerance for pain, never once scarred myself even when I was actually suicidal. I still have the scars from that incident. A parent should never *EVER* be the cause of self harm. There is not an excuse in the world that will ever make me forgive him for bringing my mental state so low.
He’s always blaming someone else for his problems and the situation that we’re in because he won’t/can’t take responsibility for his actions. I think part of that is probably spurred on by my mom who wants him to “man up for once”, but she should know that that just isn’t something he’s capable of.
He’s always saying that “we can’t leave him with nothing.” that “why am I the only one who’s left with nothing.”, referring to money and the possibility of mom divorcing him. But he’s left himself with nothing. Because he refuses to get help. Because he rejects the people that try to get him help.
When he was taken to the hospital the first time, and we visited him all he did was belittle mom for making him go there because he wasn’t in his right mind. He did the same thing when he was taken to the hospital a second time when he went missing. Mom and my brother were the only ones that went looking for him. At that point I really didn’t care. I was pretty happy to have him gone. Elated that I could finally get a good night’s rest without hearing his angry babbling at night.
When I found out he came back I was honestly very disappointed especially after learning how he’d cursed the people who found him and the hospital for labeling him “John Doe”. But even so, he did actually seem like he was trying to get better after that. He started doing the yard work again, getting exercise, eating right. And for a little while I thought that maybe he was actually healing. And that almost made me happy for him. I even started talking to him every now and again.
But that was short lived.
His ramblings came back and he was even more passive aggressive than usual. Even when I tried talking to him, he’d always leave me feeling bad by the end of it, because there was always something or someone that he had to curse. Always someone that he was angry at. His nice tone was only ever to cover the fact that he’s still as inconsiderate, spiteful, and completely lacking in self-awareness as he ever was and had.
And it pains me so much that there’s nothing much I can do to escape. That this fucking parasite lives me and has any semblance of control over my actions. I don’t make enough money to move out on my own. I don’t have any friends I can really go to for a situation this bad and my personality is too twisted to really make new ones or consider finding a roommate. Even if I could leave, the bills won’t go away, and I don’t want to leave my mom with that. My brother doesn’t seem to give a damn about anyone else but himself. He’ll leave the house for weeks for “a job” on end without telling anyone. He’s just chasing paper, but still won’t help pay the bills with whatever money he has. He’s probably on his way to moving out himself. And my dad will just keep cursing the world for not being able to get a job. For not having any money. For being put in a hospital. For getting in an accident. For the neighbors trying to help us.
I really do wish that he had just stayed lost. If he had just stayed gone, I wouldn’t be experiencing so much grief. The only thing that keeps me from offing myself is thinking about how much more grief it would bring my mom and how unfair it would be for me to die while he continues to live.
It hurts to think about.
But I think I feel a little better. Maybe if I save enough money I will be able to get out of here. I can just send my mom a check for what she needs. It’ll take me a while, but maybe it’s possible. Maybe I’ll even feel confident enough to open commissions or something. I’ve always wanted to, but I feel like if I started I wouldn’t be able to keep up with it. But maybe I should.
Please be good to the people you meet in this game. Everyone is someone’s friend. People try hard every day at life in general, and no one knows what struggles someone else has. Please give people the benefit of the doubt when you feel hurt or slighted by them. English isn’t everyone’s first language. Everyone has different personalities. Just... try to be kind and understanding.
Time Loop: Ghosts of the Present and Future
The Justice League finds themselves stuck in a Time Loop. Why? They can't be sure. What they do know is that it all intimately involves a sleep little town in the middle of nowhere Illinois.
Ghosts scatter throughout the world, all in search of one thing, and none are very forthcoming with information, so the heroes are on their own.
Can they figure out what's going on before Time stops ticking?
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Stuck Here With Him
Against his will, Danny's stuck in Gotham, New Jersey for the summer. At least there's a silver lining to all this! He has family there, so he won't be completely alone all summer!
The silver lining is bronze.
Danny loves his family as long as it's specifically Jazz and Dani. Dan, Mom, and Dad are on thin lines, but they're still above everyone else. His brother? He doesn't want anything to do with him.
The bronze lining is dirt.
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