Isn’t it….interesting….how stimming based things become acceptable when they’re converted into some trendy fad with non autistic people, yet when my autistic cousin wants to stim, he gets made fun of by his non autistic peers? It just all seems very hypocritical…….. 🐸☕️
For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with
Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother
married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper
pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker
because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.
My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy
and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because
my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to
work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white
guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad
has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did
not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.
A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and
when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being
‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in
his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.
I later heard from my grandfather that after he yelled at my aunt’s
husband, he (aunt’s husband) said that if he faced any consequences
(like being banned from family dinners or told off again for his
treatment of me) he would take my cousins, leave my aunt and go back to
It’s been a few years since then. I’m an adult now, and I’ve steered
clear of as many holidays as possible. I didn’t want my grandfather to
have to choose between protecting me and seeing my cousins again. My
grandfather made it clear he was on my side and would’ve physically
removed the asshole from his home, but, of course, that would result in
probably never seeing my cousins again. I didnt want him to make that
My grandfather died this year. It was a pretty awful illness and I
spent most of my time out of work inside of the hospital with him. My
dad was there too - his father-in-law was the closest he had to a
father. My grandfather taught me many things. Including that you
shouldn’t allow people to ruin things for you. Things like family
Now the thing about this dude is, on top of being lazy as shit, he’s
super entitled. He fully believes that he is head of the family, despite
everyone hating him and ignoring him. He believes he is owed deference
and respect from all. He told my aunt that since I didn’t show him
respect, she and my cousins were no longer to buy my xmas presents. I
haven’t received a single one from them in years. So I set my plan into
I don’t get paid a lot, but I saved from October onwards. I filled
the tree in my grandfather’s old house with presents, one for every
person in my family - bar one.
This morning, Christmas Day, I stood under that tree with my gifts in
my arms and I gave every person there a present I had spent hours
picking out. I went up to each individual, passing him several times
while he looked at the gifts greedily, and handed everyone something
they would’ve wanted. I got to drink in the look of guilt on the faces
of my cousins and my aunt as I received one solitary present (from my
mother’s brother) as they received a bunch from me. It was delicious.
Finally, there was one gift left under the tree - a single envelope.
It said 'for all your help looking after grandfather’. I handed it to
him. Inside were return Eurostar tickets to Paris for a long weekend.
“Oh!” I said. “I’ve made a mistake! That’s my extra present to [Dad]!”
And indeed, there was my father’s name on the tickets. He got to see
every wonderful gift I got everyone else while he received nothing -
nothing from me, nothing from my brothers who hate how he treats me,
nothing from my uncles who hate him and only ever gave him things
because my grandfather wanted to keep the peace to continue seeing his
The cherry on top? I received a special gift from a friend today. He
bought two square feet of land for me and an aristocratic title. I am
now a Lady and even though it barely means anything, my family has been
pretend bowing and scraping to me while ignoring him and his demands for
respect and he’s now sulking and refusing to speak to anyone.
My policeman cousin did so enjoy finding out that there is an entire tag on tumblr with traceable IP adresses dedicated to idiots bragging about what they stole and where they stole it from.
You see the thing with cops is when you steal necessities like food and water (even feminine hygiene products when they are truly needed) they tend to let you off with a warning and even find ways to try and help your situation.
If you are just some brat who steals tons of makeup, clothes, luxery items, etc they have no sympathy. Usually they when they receive calls about stolen inventory they even check social media to see if someone is dumb enough to post it and see if the items match up. Now that he and several co-workers know about it, they will be delighted to have this entire section of tumblr to match items up with, in our city at least.
Remember kids, there is no such thing as a victimless crime.
Character: Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)
Type/Genre/words: Angst, Alternate Universe (Time Travel!au, Soulmate!au) / 11,177 words
Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion
Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
A confession, not a request. If you have time, please read it.
hey, i just read your rules and i was thinking, in support of you and your recovery a BTS reaction(or anything you prefer) to Y/N being a past rape victim and starting a charity or something that helps victims of it to come forward (: if not its totally fine! obviously, under your circumstances. if you do thank you, i love you ❤❤
Rather than doing a reaction, I will tell you a story. I’m sorry darling, but I really take those matters seriously and I just couldn’t bring myself to write it. Every time I started, my eyes teared up and I just couldn’t. But for you I’ll tell a story that’s very close to my heart and that will make you guys understand why I protect the kpop fandom so eagerly.
I was 14 when I was raped. Also it was January 2014. Until August 2014 no one and I really mean no one could talk normally to me, without my hands to shake or my voice.If they were able to talk to me at all. My connection to the world was stopped, I didn’t go to school, I took my exams,of course and went in the next class. However, until August, I was almost uncommunicating. I was suicidial and depressed. So, I was almost always thinking about just ending it all.
My mother knew that since I was 5 *my cousin was a first genaration kpoper* kpop made me move to the rythym and love the world. She gave me her phone and shepressed the play button of the video. And a melody started. “Sometimes you’ve gotta be bold, just rock the world. BUUYA!” It was Red Velvet’s Happines. Unlike all the other attempts to make me feel something, this one just hit home. I watched the music video in awe, amazed by the fact how beautiful they were and how happy they looked. I wanted to be happy too, but how could I? I was dirty, a whore, a no one. And after the music video ended I looked up to my mother and asked her if she’ll give me her phone tomorrow to watch the live performance. She couldn’t believe that I first talked to her after such a long period of time and of course she gladly agreed. And so on, day after day I watched Red Velvet evolving as I myself started being a new person. They introduced Yeri in the group, I went to a new school. Ice cream cake and Automatic thought me that family is all I have and I shouldn’t lose it. Dumb Dumb made me want to dance again. One of these nights made me remember the pain, but also come to terms with it. Russian Roulette made me confident and feel good about myself again. And Rookie helped me find the people I belong with.
I am very greatful to them. Those girls made me who I am today. The five hearts of the Kpop community. The underrated queens wiht music I always hear people calling childish, but let me tell you. Thanks to them I am alive. I am alive thanks to the power they gave, the fact that they told me that everyday I should be happier than yesterday, because something good will happen.
So, don’t be afraid or ashamed to listen to kpop, because this “Chin Chong” as people call them, save and inspire people lives. Don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself, to tell your story.
My biggest dream is to have five minutes in my whole life in which I’ll be able to meet the girls. To tell them how grateful I am, what they did for me, how they are for me. I want them to know that they saved my life and that they are precious. And that girl groups can also be a big influence in someone’s life.
Red Velvet 언니들이, 고마워. 너때무네 나 한국어 공부해요. 너무 너무 감사합니다. 사랑해요. <3
Irene, I write this for you. Happy birthday darling.