tw: swearing, mention of parental ignorance, mention of emotional neglect, mention of trauma
my parents are fucking idiots, i tell you.
im currently a self-dx autistic, trying to convince my parents to get me officially dx as autistic.
but i should already be diagnosed.
when my parents took some kind of formal asd test when i was, like, five, the results came out with that i am autistic and that they should consider me getting properly dx so i could have an iep set in place. but when my teachers took that same test for me, their results came back with might be autistic but probably not or something along that nature.
the fact that they got "your child is autistic" should've encouraged them to get me dx.
they didnt.
and now im paying the price many years later.
not them.
me.
because they had the audacity to think that im "truly myself" at school rather than at home.
spoiler alert, parents: that is now true because of your ignorance and emotional neglect.
i dont think that i needed that trauma on top of the rest that i have from other occasions.
since i cant talk to anyone that isn’t tumblr, have me getting very angry
i try to say ONE THING and then they just push me out of the way and make it all about them. i was VENTING. i can’t remember the last time i got emotional attention, and i was venting about that!!! but noooo we’re going to change the subject!!!!
2: a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head : HOUSEHOLD
tw: homophobia, sexual talk?, fighting, ask to tag
Characters: Logan, Virgil
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He did not like altercations. He did not like to fight physically. He did not like causing scenes. He hated even speaking with people who have one brain cell and it still seems to be on break. He hated illogical people. He hated bullies. He hated people who were rude for absolutely no reason.
He hated arguing with idiots and having to turn to violence.
He hated when such idiot tries to mess with his friend (or friends) and think they can get away with it.
He hated those with big egos but small dick energy.
He loathed ignorant, arrogant, rude people.
He loathed even having to lay a finger on them because he does not think it is worth it.
That’s what he has to do sometimes, otherwise, what else is he to do?
He pants and still has his hands clenched into fists, now bruised and almost having some blood deep out. He stares down at the brute who dared to lay a finger on his best friend, who dared to even insult him. Logan was still in fighting position, ignoring the crowd of people around him. He was an adult, having to get into a high-school-like fight in college. The crowd just murmur, some trying to explain to latecomers what had happened.
What had happened for there to be a physical altercation?
***
Well, his dear friend, Virgil, decided to wear a skirt with his favorite band shirt. Along with the outfit, he had high-waisted fishnet stockings and combat boots, his makeup being something dark but vibrant with the added purple lipstick and subtle highlight. All in all, Virgil felt good that day and Logan just smiled at seeing his best friend confident. They walked to their class that they had together, talking about an upcoming test when a certain asshole glares at Virgil.
“What the hell? Are you some fucking bitch or what? Why the hell is a man dressing like a sissy?”
They both stop and while Virgil did his best to control his shaking, he held onto Logan’s elbow. He could feel Logan tense under him, could feel Logan holding himself back.
“Lo, it’s not worth it,” Virgil whispers, wanting to just leave, “Let's go to class or we’ll be late.”
“Yeah, listen to your pussy ass bitch. Fucking fags,” The guy growls and spits at the ground.
“How fragile are you to have to go down so low?” Logan asks, his voice dark and turns to look at him, “Is seeing such so haunting to you? Does your ego feel better? Has your little dick grown an inch or more?”
“What the fuck you say to me?”
“Logan, let's go. Now-“
“Shut up, pussy!” The guy shoves Virgil down, getting into Logan’s face.
Logan was not athletic at all. He wasn’t buff like this guy, he was pretty lanky compared to him. He worked out four times a week, but nothing too extreme. He had some muscle, and he likes to think he has some strength like his other friend, Roman. The one thing he did have was height, and he beat this guy by a few inches. Logan can feel him getting close to it, and he feels disgusted just getting a scent of his over-sprayed cologne. Logan doesn’t do anything, just standing there.
“I said,” Logan starts and clicks his tongue, “Has your dick grown an inch or more? From the looks of it, you’re just a pathetic scum who had daddy pay your way into school. Football, I assume? Failing grades? Trash and a bad name to such university,” He chuckles breathlessly, not caring for the growl emitted, “I don’t have time to deal with such immaturity and obviously someone who gets off bringing others down. This isn’t a high school, this is college. There is no place for such homophobia and blatant bigotry allowed here. Act like an adult and use whatever brain you have left. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to get to.”
He was about to step away when the collar of his shirt was grabbed, and he stares at the hand and then at the face. A crowd started gathering, and there were murmurs.
“You cock sucking bit-“
“Oh yeah. I love sucking cocking,” Logan smirks at his taunt, “I take your dad’s down every single night.”
That got a punch in response, causing Logan to stumble and almost fall. He places a hand on his cheek and spits out blood. He groans and chuckles once more, looking at the guy. When the guy seemed to lose interest in him, he seemed to go back to berating Virgil, who was still in the ground and breathing hard. Logan saw red by then, walking over calmly and tapped the shoulder.
When faced, Logan landed a punch and didn’t stop, finding loopholes over the blocking. The secret was, Logan was pretty much a master at kickboxing and martial arts. It was only to be used when absolutely necessary. That was thrown out the window and Logan blocked the punches better, landing a few in his gut and face. Logan wasn’t getting tired, he just this to be done with. Where was campus police when needed? Logan sighs and kicks the man’s crotch, making him fall to his knees and thought about, taking off his shoe and landed a kick to his head. He pants, standing over the groaning guy. He puts on his shoe, slowly putting down his defense. He wipes his lip, slowly walking towards Virgil but checked over his back.
“Virge-“
“Holy shit, Logan,” Virgil croaks our, tears running down his cheek and took Logan’s hand shakily and slowly stood up.
Seems like campus police arrived at that point and Logan lets out a sigh, putting his hands up and was handcuffed. He was taken to the station, police taking statements from witnesses and Virgil who was still shaking. Logan was back to his calm demeanor, letting police asks his questions about what happened.
Why lie? He was in the right. He didn’t throw the first punch, so this was self-defense. He went a tad overboard, but overall, self-defense. The police, to say, were shocked at how calm he was. They took down everything said, and Logan sighs as he waits. Minutes later, he was released. It was determined self-defense, and that the perpetrator would get charged with some sort of assault. Logan was told to go home, Virgil hugging him tightly.
“Oh my god, Logan! You idiot! You should’ve left it as is! Your knuckles are all bruised and possibly bleeding, your face looks like shit and you could have internal bleeding and you idiot why did-“
“Virgil,” Logan winces as the adrenaline was now gone, “Let’s Go home. I’m tired and should bandage up.”
“You need to go to the student health center-“
“No. Home. He didn’t land any punches in my gut. Just face and shoulder,” Logan chuckles and pats his head, walking towards the bus stop.
He should’ve walked away, should’ve comforted his best friend. He was going to do that, but then again, no one gets away with messing with his family.
A guy in grad school was complaining about a professor to me today. The professor go by they/them pronouns. Anyway he goes "i feel like she feels threatened when I question her in class because I'm male and she's female" and that's the fastest I've ever cut anybody off
Here's the thing my dudes: I like debating about politics. I grew up around my grandparents that were both politically inclined. My grandma, who I spend a lot of time with even now as a young adult, always answers my questions and makes sure I understand so that I don't go on without an understanding of the world I'm going to inherit. But I'm from Texas. I grew up in a small farm town and moved to a metropolitan area. Most of my family is Republican and extremely hateful toward anyone that isn't. And I'm a "liberal hippie" and a child that has no idea how the world works. No one will debate with me. They get angry when I have good points and they lash out, they tell me I'm young and stupid and blinded by the media. Stop telling teens and young adults they don't understand politics. Educate them. Give them insight. Debate with them, don't get angry and shut them down. The only thing you're doing with that is spreading the epidemic of closed-mindedness that divided us in the first place.
