get-out-of-here-please

I need to get out of my toxic home, I’m slowly going insane. Please if anyone is willing to help me then that would be awesome.

I know it’s dangerous to ask for help on the internet because there can be very dangerous people online. But I can’t help but plea and beg if there’s anyone out there trustworthy and caring….that can take me in and get me away from my toxic house hold, please help me.


I literally cannot do this anymore, my parents guilt trip me, they threaten to kick me out, they only take my health issues seriously when I tell them I need to go to the ER, I have impacted wisdom teeth that are infected and nothing is being done about it. 


I keep telling my parents I need to go and that I could die if they aren’t removed but they just won’t listen. It hurts badly when I move my jaw and the only thing that I can do is chew ice to numb it or eat ice cream and wash my mouth out with salt to fight the infection.


They took away my door, are trying to force me into the military, threaten to place me out in a tent at winter, threaten to take away my only connection to my friends, they take away anything and everything that bring joy to my life. 


Then they wonder why I am so miserable. They’ve even threatened to take everything out of my room and only leave me with a mattress. They even threatened to take my dog and give her to someone else because I’m obviously not responsible enough and too immature to handle a dog.


 Even though they know I have mental issues and sometimes my mental issues exhaust me to the point I don’t want to do anything and my parents yell at me despite that.


My parents verbally abuse me and it’s only making me more and more drained to the point I wish I won’t wake up in the morning. I just really needed kind and caring person to take me, my cat and my dog in.


I’ll probably never be able to live on my own and have to be dependent on someone to help me since I mentally cannot deal with being out on my own. I’ll always need someone to be around to help me out, I can’t be alone… I just can’t…. I’d end up dead somewhere.


I just cannot do it…. I was so happy to be out of the house yesterday for a Halloween party but as soon as I came back home and even though I’m home alone at the moment… I was just… drained. 


Coming back to the house I’ve spent being verbally abuse in is something I’ve dreaded since I woke up this morning. I was thinking about staying at my friends house but I couldn’t because my dad knew her address and would have eventually come and got me if I refused to return home.


I have no one I can rely on. 


Please I’m begging anyone that can, please take me in. I’m too old for an orphanage and a homeless shelter wouldn’t let me keep my pets. I really have nothing to offer, all I am is an emotional wreck…..  you have to be VERY patient with me… there will be days where I just CAN’T do simple things like dishes or taking out my dog. Sometime the only things I can manage to do is get on my computer and talk with my friends…. or just lay in bed on my phone watching youtube.


I just really, really need help…


Please help me.


I’m a 21 year old genderfluid gray-ace, I have a female cat and female dog, both spayed-they are very loving and affectionate. My dog is a small dog so no need for a giant space for her to run around in. I’ll be needing surgery on my wisdom teeth, I don’t drive because of my paralyzing fear of driving.


My mental health conditions are:

Bipolar depression disorder/on-off clinical depression


Asperger autism

 
Anxiety


Panic attacks


Memory problems


Hypochondriasis -meaning I’m really paranoid about my health and if I feel even a slight pain in my body my brain assumes the worst like: oh it must be cancer, or oh it’s diabetes, or oh I must be dying!-  
Insomnia and selective mutism .


My physical health conditions:

Hypoglycemia - low blood sugar-   


my weak hips and my legs that like to pop out of their sockets 


IBS {{ Irritable Bowel Syndrome. }}  

Impacted wisdom teeth in need of removal soon.

My left eye gets a black shadowy mass over it at night and it’s hard to see out of that eye in the dark.


I know this is a tall order and I know mentally ill people such as myself can sometimes be hard to deal with, but please help me. I’m so trapped and my anxiety is only getting worse. I had to go to the ER a while back because of it and had three or four large panic attacks while there and legit thought I was dying.


I just need to get out. I won’t be able to help pay bills or anything like that but I’ll try to help around the house as best as I can manage. I’ll be trying to make money off of my art work… I just need someplace to stay until my friends can move out and I can go with them. After they move I’ll be out of your hair and you won’t have to deal with me. I would go to the authorities… but I’m too afraid…. if I can’t convince them of my parents verbal abuse then I know I’m heading for horrible grief with my parents. 



I know what they’ll do, they’ll take everything away from me. They’ll take my dog away…. they’ll never let me have my computer back, they’ll guilt trip me and make it all about them as they always do. Hell they might even beat me with a damn switch…. I can’t say anything about them to anyone around me because no one will believe me. The only way anyone will believe me is if I get into trouble again and I don’t wanna do that. I’ll be grounded for three weeks, almost until the end of Christmas if I do that and what if they delete the recording? I literally cannot do anything to fight back…..


They only way to do this is to pack up my things while my parents away and is live quietly without a word. But I need to let them know I’m safe and with a good friend and I will be fine. That way they won’t freak the fuck out and call anyone. I’m  21 yrs old it’s not like I’m breaking the law by moving out and in with someone else.


 If anyone’s willing to house a mentally ill 21 year old along with her cat and dog….. please contact me.


Thank you for reading.


{{{ If you cannot help, then plz reblog. }}

None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself like an after thought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you’re carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There’s no time for anything else.

Straights who think that lesbian sex isn’t sex at all need to re the fucking think because I can 100% assure you that girls don’t have to fake their orgasms the whole time and a girl actually knows how to pleasure a girl, wow would you look at that? Get the fuck out of here saying I’m still a virgin, nigga please, my fingers can go into her pussy deeper than your dick can. Who’s the real fucking virgin here huh?

Hey guys, I need your help.

First off, this has nothing to do with me needing money or shelter like a lot of posts asking for help usually entail. It’s for my friend.

She’s been rping for quite a number of years now (especially compared to my measly 4), and she has many rp accounts here on tumblr. But a lot of them get very little attention, despite having hundreds of followers.

She reblogs ask memes, she gets nothing.

She makes open threads, she gets nothing.

And many threads she does make die off relatively quickly.

It’s really taking a toll on her emotionally, especially as of late. So send her asks & reply to threads, or literally do anything. I don’t know if her followers are just too shy to do any of that, or they just don’t care. But I need you to care. I won’t go into details, but rping is literally one of the only things she can do for fun to occupy her time.

Following an rp blog, and expecting the same content from them through somebody else’s interaction with them doesn’t work. You might think “Oh, someone better will just ask/reply to the muse.” But it doesn’t happen. Because literally everybody thinks this, and then the memes/threads just sit there gathering dust. And then the mun feels like they’re not worth anybody’s time.

So please. I want you to interact with my friend. She’s funny, nice, and a great rper.

Who has literally hundreds of followers, but only gets the same 3 or 4 people interacting with her blogs (myself included). I can’t do everything she wants to do in terms of rping by myself, which I’ve tried to do. It doesn’t work out.

Some of her blogs are:

@trollsofthezodiac (Homestuck Fantrolls)

@blondchiroptera (Motorcity AU Chuck)

@featheredsorrow (Motorcity AU Chuck/Mike)

I don’t care if it hurts your feelings you don’t care about all the lgbt+, poc, women/fellow women of your countries feelings either, so if you voted trump PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME, just get out of here I don’t want you.

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“Y/N, take my hand” Loki yelled over the commotion, his hand outstretched towards you. “Loki?” you questioned, him being the last person you expected to see. “Yes, now quicken your pace will you? I’m trying to get you out of here” You looked at him hesitantly as he spoke which he noticed and so sighed. “Trust me Y/N, please allow me to get you out of here”

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“Why did you do that?” you asked, now out of harms way. “Why did you save me?” Loki looked down to the ground and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, the important thing is you’re safe now” he huffed. “Loki, you don’t just go around saving people. No offense you’re usually the one hurting them. So why me? Why save me?” you persisted. Looking up to young, Loki’s eyes was a mixed of things. “You are different Y/N, unlike the other’s you are worth saving for many reasons”

(I missed writing little notes for Loki <3)

Jokers Daughter Imagine: Betrayal

Request: (anon) Can I have an imagine where you are Joker daughter and batsman takes you. Thinking you can be saved. You fall for his “tricks.” When he teaches you your parents are bad, but the save you??

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You woke up in a dark room and the soft sheets made you think you were home, you went to close your eyes to get more sleep when suddenly you remembered what happened and shot up. You had been walking to the club to meet your parents when a hand covered your mouth and a hand swept over your face.

“Hello?!” you called out in the dark room. “Can I get some lights in here please?” Your heart was racing. You weren’t sure if it was a pissed off business partner trying to get back at your dad, the cops finally catching up, or if Amanda Waller was going to walk in. “Do you know who I am? Who my family is? When my fathe-”

“I know all too well.” a voice said before the lights flicked on. You were on the opposite side of a glass wall from the one and only: Batman. He had you in a cell within the batcave. When you saw him you threw your body against the glass and started punching it. “STOP!” his voice was so deep and violent it shook you to the core. No one ever talked to you like that before. “I don’t have you here to hurt you. I have you here to save you.”

“What the hell are you talking about batsy? I don’t need saving” you threw your head back and cackled. The laugh sounded just like your fathers and Batman’s jaw dropped. He put his head in his hands and hesitated for a moment before pulling his cowl off. You stepped back away from the glass and your knees locked. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. All the years your parents spent fighting him and all the stories you told, you laying awake at night wondering and now you knew. “Bruce? Bruce fuckin Wayne is Batman?” He started to walk towards his computers and hit a few buttons. “Dude aren’t you rich why are ya dressing up as a rat with wings?”

He ignored you and the screen flicked on. “You do need saving. I’m going to show you the truth about who your father is.”

“I know who he is silly just let me out of here and I’ll ask him not to kill you too hard.”  you were silenced when the screen showed robin tied to a chair beaten and bloody. You knew your father had killed robin but you didn’t know it was filmed.

“Whats your naaaaaame?” You heard your father ask him.

“Jason Todd” he coughed out as blood fell from his mouth.

Bruce saw your confused face and paused the film when your father showed his face to the camera. He stepped over to the glass and you went forward to look his straight in the eye.

“The Joker didn’t just kill some superhero. He killed my son. Do you understand? He’s not a glamorous kingpin, he’s not in it for a grand message, for anarchy, he wants to hurt people. If he can hurt a child like my son how can he feel love and how do you know he loves you?” You had never seen Batman like this before. He was always like a mythical creature, now he stood just a broken man.

Then your stomach started to ache. You felt like you were going to be sick. You slowly sat down on the floor so you wouldn’t pass out and hit the ground. You had never questioned your fathers love before, but then you thought you had never questioned if it did exist either. You just assumed and went on. What if it was just all fickle, the lavish world the clown family lived in, what if it was all artificial after all?

The Joker stared and growled at his phone waiting for Frost to answer him. He had spent every single second since you went missing going all over the city. He sent all his goons and Frost looking for you. He felt exhausted and empty and went back to the house to check if you had come home. Did she run away, did I do something his head started pounding at the thought. No no no no she would never leave me, she wouldn’t. He was pacing around the entire house gripping his hair. The thought of you being in danger, of someone hurting you made him pull out strands of his hair. He heard the front door get kicked open and ran to it grinding his metal teeth together.

You stood in the doorway and all the tension in his body faded. He breathed heavily and a warm smile covered his face. He shot towards you with his arms open ready to grab you. 

“Princess are you ok-” you stopped him dead in his tracks with a gun pointed to his head. He let out a subtle laugh thinking you were joking. When he saw the rage in your eyes his face went blank. “Sweetheart what is this? Where have you been?”

“I’ve been with Batman.” you said cocking the gun. “He showed me what you did to Robin.” The Joker was even more confused than he was before he asked the question.

“Princess you know what daddy did to that little birdy….you thought it was funny remember?” 

“NOT ANYMORE!” you shouted at him. “You never told me what really happened. His name was Jason Todd did ya know that? Oh of course you did because you asked him. You didn’t kill him to stick it to Batman you did it just to be perverted and sick.”

“…..you were never supposed to see that video. You don’t understand the situation.” The joker had his hands still out from his body. It was the first time he had ever had a gun to his head and cared about who was holding it. He just wanted to smack it out of your hand and embrace you.

“I don’t want to understand. This isn’t even about Jason or Robin or whatever. It’s about the fact that you hurt someones child. Would you even care if someone hurt me? What if Batman didn’t let me go? What if he killed your child like you did his?” The word child left a bad taste in your mouth. When you looked in Bruce’s eyes it was like the fantasy world was broken down. “Do you even really love me?” Tears started to well up in your eyes.

The Joker grabbed his chest, the pain in his chest grew and he felt out of breath. You lowered the gun not understanding what he was doing. You wanted to ask if he was okay, to help him up, you hated how your heart still loved him, you wanted your mind to lead the way.

“Prin…Princess…” he could barely get the words out. “I can’t believe you would even ask me that. You have to understand it’s not the same. Yes I killed his son and I loved it. But it’s different.” he put his hand on yours and slipped the gun away from you. “We are above them darling. You are not just my child. You’re the daughter of the Joker. We are entities. We are ideas. You are the world to me.” He put the gun in his mouth and stared up at you.

You couldn’t believe it. In just a few hours you saw the two most powerful men in Gotham cry before you. He moved his tongue around the barrel and rested it on the metal in his mouth. “If you believe..” he spat out “That I don’t love you.” he put his finger on the trigger. “Then I don’t deserve to live.” 

You didn’t know what to do. Your mind had been played with, you knew that for a fact but you didn’t know which side was responsible. Was this the Jokers trick to get what he wanted? Was Batman trying to get what he wanted? What this a sick game Batman was playing because he was angry about Robin? The Joker started to pull the trigger.

BANG

You and your father fell to the floor. You held your hand to your chest in pain from smacking the gun away. Pieces of the drywall fell beside the two of you from the bullet hole in the ceiling. You dug your nails into your fathers chest and felt his arms wrap around you.

“Daddy no no no no please!” you stopped fighting holding the tears back. “I believe you just don’t leave me.” He didn’t speak but you felt his heart start to beat faster and faster. “I don’t want you to leave that’s not what I wanted.” He sat up and pulled you with him. He ran his finger tips over your tears and wiped them away from your cheeks.

“You better know it. Ya know I’d do anything for you. Do you believe me now?” he growled.

You looked at the gun on the other side of the room and back at the sincerity in his eyes/ “Yes…” you admitted to him and yourself. “I see now.” The two of you embraced in a hug and he began to do his signature laugh in your ear.

“So the batman had ya huh?” his emotion changed like the snapping of fingers and he quickly tried to use his laughter to cover up the emotional outburst. He wanted to be in control of everything again. “Ya find out who he is?” he cackled thinking he was asking a joke question.

“Of course not daddy.” you laughed with him and rested your head on his chest. I’ll save that for a rainy day.