my mom is a bully

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Jolene is an amazingly good, well-behaved model.

Shout out to this little lady and keeping my fingers crossed that my pictures help her get adopted. :)
Her foster mom is a bully breed advocate, hence the sign, haha.

Season's Beatings

Words: 2477
Warnings: Bullying, Blood, Self-Hate, Being Beaten, Transphobia, Misgendering,
Inspired by: @bunny-yams Hamilton Highschool AU

Alex waited for Lafayette to be done changing from his cheer uniform. He had to say goodbye before running off to his quick after school choir practice. That and the fact that John and Thomas should be coming by soon to get ready for their football practice.

“Alex!” Lafayette called, walking out of the change room. Alex came over, giving him a quick hug.

“Good job today, but you stink,” Alex scrunched his nose, playfully hitting Lafayette’s arm. “Go home and shower,” he added.

“I’m hurt,” Lafayette joked, his accent thick (thicc). “Do you want me to walk you to choir?” He asked, tightening his ponytail a bit.

“I think I know the way,” Alex laughed, turning away from the much taller man. “See you tomorrow!” He waved, leaving the changing room area. He would have waited for his boyfriends but he didn’t want to be late for the meeting. They were planning what songs to do at the up coming competition and Alexander wanted to be there.

He took a left from the gym, walking down a beige tiled hall with orange and blue lockers lining the walls. He always hated the horrible, inconsistent pattern of the colours, and just how bad they were. He took a right at the end of the hall, stopping when he heard a voice.

“Well well well, if it isn’t our favourite little girl,” A voice rang out in the quiet hall. Alex turned to see James Reynolds along with some other most likely sophomores. He took a step back, almost tripping, but trying to hide it.

“What the fuck do you want Reynolds?” He spoke, trying to hide his fear. He’s been beat up many times, and while he didn’t like to back down, the beatings hurt.

“Oh, that’s no way to talk, don’t I spend so much time with you? And I haven’t gotten to much recently because of some people, ” James answered, poison seeping into his words.

“Just leave me alone, I have somewhere to be,” Alex spoke, quickly turning in hopes of getting away. He was near the gym, so if he could get past them he could go back to see if Lafayette was still there. But there were four of them, and only one him.

“Not so fast, I haven’t had fun yet,” James hissed, grabbing Alex’s shoulder and pushing him into the lockers. He punched Alex roughly in his stomach, making Alexander hunch over in pain.

One of the other guys pushed Alex over while another stepped on his arm, making Alex let out a sound of pain. He’s learned to hide it over the many beatings, cries it only encouraged them more.

“I’d kick you in the nuts, but you don’t have any because you’re just a girl, and that’s all you’ll ever be,” James spat. He leaned down, picking Alex up by the top of his shirt and glaring as his jacket.

“To think someone would ever actually love you? They’re just using you, because why not. You’re just a whore’s son, and a whore yourself,” He said in Alex’s face. Alex tried to hold back the tears but it hurt, both physically and emotionally.

“Aw look, the little girl is crying,” James mocked, making the others laugh as he threw Alex to the ground. Alex gasped for air, having the wind knocked out of him. He attempted to get away, kicking towards the guys while holding his injured arm to his chest.

One of the guys grabbed Alex’s hair, pulling him back as he cried out in pain. Tears were falling down his face as he threw his limbs around in an attempt to escape.

“So pathetic,” One of the guys said as they took turns kicking him.

“J-j-John, Th-o-mas!” Alex cried, curling himself up into a ball as the continued to beat him.

“You really think that’ll scare us, it’s after school,” James laughed as he pulled Alex by his hair once more so he was looking at him. Alexander had tears down his face as James stared at him with a smirk. “No one is here for you, you’ll always be alone,” He spat out, pushing Alex’s head back into the lockers. Alex let out a cry, biting his tongue harshly as his mouth bled. Upon impact with the corner of the metal locker Alex’s head gashed open, some blood seeping through and trickling down his forehead.

James stopped while the other guys kept beating on Alex, hearing heavy footsteps from down the hall. He didn’t want to beat the scene if someone was coming, so they couldn’t link him to the attack, so he turned and quickly left. He disappeared down the hall, most likely leaving the school.

John was the first to turn the corner, rage filling him as he saw Alex curled up into himself being beaten on by three men in his and Thomas’ year.

He didn’t even wait for anything, jumping on one of the and punching him in the face as hard as he could. Thomas ran around the corner, grabbing another one of the guys and beating on him. He quickly let go of him though as he saw the third guy trying to run away. He ran after him down the halls as John pushed the other guy to the ground.

He carefully walked over to Alex, not touching him yet because he didn’t know how hurt he was or if Alex even knew he was there.

“Alex, open your eyes, please. It’s me, John,” He spoke softly. Alex slowly opened his eyes, tears falling out of them. He rarely got beaten even close to how bad this one was, often it was a couple or small to medium beatings in a few days.

“Hey, you’re safe now, okay,” John whispered, gently wiping away Alex’s tears. He expected Thomas would get some adult to deal with this, it’s the only way to truly stop the beatings. “Can you stand?” He asked Alex, kneeling beside him.

Alex shook his head, wincing as he moved slightly. “Let’s clean you up okay?” John said. He carefully went to pick Alex up, stopping even time Alex’s breath jumped or he made any noise. Alex was always trying to play down any beating and stay quiet and he never really spoke about how much pain he was in.

John carried Alex to the nearest bathroom, bringing him into the boys even though the school doesn’t really want Alex in there. Thomas and John never cared though, always telling him to go in. He’s a boy, so he should be in the boy’s bathroom.

John placed Alex on the sink counter, turning on the tap beside him. Alex had yet to talk, looking at the ground as more tears fell. John wanted to hug him but didn’t want to hurt him more.

He got some paper towel from the dispenser and placed it under the now warm water. He first went to the cut on Alex’s forehead, dabbing it gently as Alex let out a slight hiss. John wiped up the slowly drying blood and went on to the cut on Alexander’s lip which wasn’t as bad.

He noticed that Alex was holding his right arm close to his chest. “Can you take your jacket off?” He asked quietly. He new Alex didn’t even like to take it off when he wasn’t hurt and he hated showing his marks from the beatings. Alex didn’t want to a first but gave in because he didn’t have the energy to fight. He painfully slipped it off, revealing the old bruises on his arms. His wrist was already quite swelled and red. John, having taken first aid, looked at it carefully.

“I think it’s sprained, we should probably get some ice soon,” He spoke. He looked at Alex’s other arm, seeing some more red marks where bruises will probably form with a pain in his heart. He wanted to do so much more to those guys then what he had done.

John put his hand at the bottom of Alex’s shirt to ask for permission to look at his stomach. From all of Alex’s wincing from every movement of his stomach, it was obvious it was harmed. He lifted up Alex’s shirt slightly to see the marks left behind from the punches and kicks. John wanted to cry when he saw that, and he knew they were going to look worse and they formed into bruises.

John placed a loving kiss on Alex’s lips, holding in the tears. He pulled back, staring at Alex with sadness and love. He loved him so much. John gently ran his fingers through Alex’s soft hair, pulling back when Alex winced again.

“How about we go find Thomas and get some ice?” He spoke, handing Alex back his jacket. Alex didn’t move from his spot, staring blankly at the wall.

“H-he’s going t-t-to know,” Alex stuttered out.

“Who is going to know what?” John asked, confused if what Alex was attempting to say.

“I tr-tried hard-d to h-h-hide it, b-but now G-G-G-George will know-w,” He mumbled, balling his left hand into a fist.

“Hey, if he knows he can help, right?” John said, placing his hands on Alex’s legs softly. “He can help stop it,”

“He’ll-ll s-s-see me as weak-k,” Alex mumbled, not looking at John.

“Hey,” John lifted Alex’s head up slightly, “You’re anything but weak, from everything that has been thrown at you and you can still manage to smile,” John smiled sadly, kissing Alex softly once again. “Now do you want you jacket?” He said in a more up beat tone, helping Alex put his jacket on once again.

John piggy backed Alexander back to where he first found him, where Thomas was with a teacher and a janitor who was cleaning the ground of the blood that was dripped on it.

Thomas walked over, kissing both John and Alex quickly on the cheek. The teacher came walking over behind him, “I can see from the cut that something happened, but can you confirm that you were beat by the three sophomores Thomas has said?” She asked Alex who was slightly hiding into John'a neck.

He stayed silent for a moment before talking, “There was four,” He mumbled.

“Four?” Thomas and John asked, both looking confused.

Alex nodded a bit before speaking again, “James, James Reynolds was there, he’s the one that pushed me into the locker to cut my head,” He stated, looking up from John’s neck.

“But Thomas didn’t say he saw him,” The teacher spoke.

“He ran when he heard John and Thomas running down the halls,” Alex answered, not liking all the attention he was getting. It was the wrong kind of attention, not the good kind.

“We’ll question James and the other boys, but since there is no witness here for James he might not get in trouble,” The teacher admitted.

Alex bit his already injured lip, not caring about the pain. He just sadly nodded and leaned his head against John, making sure to not hit his cut. “Let’s get you some ice,” John spoke before starting to walk down the halls with Thomas behind him, leaving the teacher with the janitor.

“I’ll call Mr. Washington for a ride,” Thomas spoke, and John could feel Alex tense but said nothing. The trio walked to the office and go a bag of ice from the secretary. Alex held it on his wrist as they waited for George to arrive to drive the three of them home. Thomas texted home to say the he and John didn’t need a ride home from football before turning his full attention to Alex.

He sat between the two guys, leaning on Thomas because he was in the side that didn’t have a giant gash on his forehead. He was sleepy but the constant pain and the freezing ice kept him awake.

When George pulled up, Thomas picked Alex up bridal style and carried him to the car. They could see the confusion and worry in George’s eyes but didn’t say anything at first. Thomas got in the back with Alex as John sat up front. Alex was placed in the middle so he could lean on Thomas for the ride home.

George gave John a concerned look a John let out a sigh, “He got beaten up badly by some dicks, excuse my language, but nothing is broken on needing stitches,” He got the main questions out of the way. George was still vary worried and lost but he just drove the trio to his house.

When they arrived Thomas went to carry Alex into the house but George took him from him. Alex didn’t do anything because he just hurt and somewhat wanted to die at that moment.

George took Alex up to his room, telling John to grab the first aid kit and for Thomas to grab some more ice. They did as they were told, bring the items to George in Alex’s room. They sat on the end of the bed as George took care of Alex, bandaging up his forehead cut and wrapping ace bandages around his wrist. He gave Alex some pain medicine and the younger boy slowly drifted off to sleep.

“How long has this been happening?” He asked the two boys who were still him the room.

“We’ve know for a little bit, but he said they were never that bad and we were protecting him during school. We didn’t think they’d come after school. We’re so sorry,” Thomas mumbled and John agreed. They were both nervous of what George would do but also guilty, knowing that they should have spoken up sooner and that they should have protected Alex better.

George sighed, placing his hand gently on Alex’s shoulder, “He probably told you not to tell didn’t he,” He said sadly, “Thank you for protecting him though.” He added, which only confused John and Thomas. They thought he was going to snap. George stood up, grabbing the first aid kit and walking towards the door, “if anything else like this happens though, let me know.” He ended strongly, leaving the room without another word.

Alex partially woke up from the sound of the door closing, “Tommy? John?” He mumbled, looking around with semi opened eyes.

“Yes, love?” Thomas asked as the two boys turned their attention to Alex.

“Cuddle me,” The younger boy mumbled, reaching out towards his boyfriends. They both laughed softly, knowing he was out of it because of the pain killers. They both crawled over to him on either side, holding him close.

The three of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally feeling safe and at home.

story time

There was this kid in 4th grade named Will who was one of the boys that used to relentlessly bully me, but all my teachers brushed it off to “maybe he has a crush on you!” and never did anything to help.

Well that is not the attitude my mom took and let me tell you, when I told her that some little snotdick was pulling my hair and hitting me and kicking at the back of my feet in line and other little pissbaby bullshit, her legitimate advice was “kick him in the balls. Whenever you can. Walk up like you’re gonnna give him a hug and just knee him right in the dick. Toss your elbow back in class when he’s walking by your desk and nail him right in the junk. Just walk up and straight up kick this child in the testicles.”

and I, a very hesitant 4th grader, said, “I’ll get in trouble.”

and my mom said, “Nah it’s fine, I never did.”

She legitimately used to bully her bullies back only even harder like this one time some little jerkass in junior high or high school was fuckin poking her in the back and shit, so she grabbed this kid by the arm and flipped him over her fucking shoulder and he never bullied her again. So here she is, a mom in her 30s, who honestly believes the response to bullying is “find their weakness; destroy them; accept no punishment.”

Anyway at the end of it all I told her I didn’t want to jam my foot into my classmate’s genitals and she said “fine kick him really hard in the shin; he’ll hate that.”

And I did, and he did, and I don’t know what any of this says about me or bullying or anything other than “jesus christ my mom is savage.”

Dysphoria

Words: 792
Warnings: Dysphoria, Bullying, Self-Hate
Inspired By: @bunny-yams Highschool Hamilton AU

Thomas and John walked into Mr. Washington house as he let them in. “Alex is in his room, he hasn’t came out all day,” George spoke, following the two boys a bit. “I’m pretty sure dysphoria has hit him hard this time,” He added. The boys nodded, walking up the stairs to Alex’s room.

John knocked lightly, waiting a moment before speaking, “Hey, Alex. It’s us, can we come in?” He asked. They waited before hearing a click from the door. “We are coming in now, okay?” John said before Thomas opened the door.

Alex sat on his bed, his head facing his knees that were at his chest. His back was against the wall as he sat there, unmoving. Thomas and John walked over, sitting down on the coloured duvet on ether side of the boy. Thomas reached up to run his hand through Alex’s hair.

“Hey, what’s the problem love?” Thomas asked. Alex leaned over on Thomas a bit, and let out the tears he was holding in. Sobs filled the room as the two jocks looked at each other in worry. They both attempted to comfort Alex without moving him, since he always hated being held when his dysphoria was acting up.

Alex’s cries died down a little bit before his broken voice filled the room, “Why c-can’t I be st-strong, be a b-boy like you guy-ys?” He asked quietly as he let more tears fall.

“Hey,” John started, “You are just as much a boy as we are. You are a boy, okay? We only ever see you as one, and so does everyone else,” He said as Alex let out another sob.

“Hey, look at us,” Thomas said, and Alex looked up. He quickly looked down as Thomas gasped quietly, confusing John.

“Alex, please look up again,” Thomas spoke slowly, though he knew what he saw.

Alex knew he couldn’t hide it, but he didn’t want to face his boyfriends right now. Thomas gently put his fingers under Alex’s chin; not to force him to look up but to convince him too. Alex slowly looked up at John and Thomas, making John shocked as well.

Alex’s tears had washed away some of the make up around his eye, showing off a purple and black bruise. “Who, who did this?” John asked quietly, trying to not burst out in anger right then and there.

“M-Matters what day you-u want t-to know-w about,” Alex mumbled, looking down again.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Thomas asked, and Alex just vaguely gestured to his sides and legs. John went to stand up, wanting to get Washington but Alex grabbed onto his sleeve.

“P-please, don’t tell him,” He asked, his voice breaking. John looked at Thomas sadly as Alex refused to let go. “P-please,” He spoke again.

John let out a small sigh, sitting down beside Alex once again and gently pulling him close. “So, this isn’t about your dysphoria?” Thomas asked, holding onto Alex’s hand and rubbing his thumb across the back.

Alex shook his head, “Y-y-your w-wrong. N-no one th-thinks I’m a guy, they-y all hate me-e and s-say it’s for attention,” He stuttered out; squeezing Thomas’ hand tightly.

“Hey, who ever said that is wrong, you are perfect the way you are Alex. You are our boyfriend, and you’re a boy, okay? A strong, brave boy,” Thomas spoke.

“B-but, I couldn’t-t even st-st-stop this,” Alex gestured to his eye, “they’re th-the ones who t-tell me I’m a w-weak girl and-d proved-d it b-by beating-g me multiple t-times,” Alex curled into himself a bit, “I-I hate th-his, I hate me-e, I w-want to b-be okay,” Alex’s eyes started watering once again.

“It’s okay to not be okay Alex, but you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re here, Mr. Washington is here, you have so many people who are here for you. You are a boy, you don’t have to prove that to anyone,” John spoke.

“And, if others don’t see it, we will always be here to protect you, to help you, and to show them the truth. That being you’re the best boy, and the best boyfriend, to ever exist,” Thomas added, kissing Alex on the cheek.

Alex nodded. He still hated himself, but John and Thomas were there for him. They loved him and he loved them to, completely and whole heartedly. Even if no one else believed him, all said it was for attention and hurt him because of it, Alex would always have his boyfriends.

And, that is enough.

Are we sitting comfortably? Good, allow me to make something very clear. I might be taking a miniature break online from things for the sake of my mental health, but no, you did not “win” you did not “frighten me away” and you are most certainly not the reason I am taking a break, but if you think for one minute that you can come into My chat, my space which I made for people to come hang out and feel welcome in and harass My friends you are gravely mistaken.

You are not as clever or anonymous as you think you are, Michaela A*******n, Kelly B****s and Sophia E****t.

And if you try that shit again there will be a Reckoning and you will lose .

Are we still sitting comfortably?

I was an absolute b*tch to my younger sister when we were kids, and she was already a master at planning revenge.

I just want to start off by saying I was the offender that deserved the revenge in this this story. We were both kids at the time, and we are on good terms now. We had a good laugh about this the other day when I came back home to visit, and I thought I would share. This is going to be a bit of a short story, but it just proves that even toddlers know how to pro revenge.

At the time my sister way about 2-3 and I was about 9-10. I am not sure exactly the ages. There is about a 6 ½ year age gap, and, unfortunately, me and my sister were generally at each others throats for the first half of our lives.

This was in the middle of my summer vacation, and for whatever reason, I felt the absolute urge to be the bully this day. Mocking her, making fun of her, making her cry, taking her toys… you know, the typical shitty sibling bull. Even shoving her about a little bit.

It would be a few hours of this before it was nap time. This meant mom would put her in her play pen, wait until she fell asleep, and then go take a nap herself while I was busy working on any midsummer lesson my mom had planned for me.

Well, my little sister goes to naptime without a fight. No big deal. My bullying probably wore her out. Once my mom figured she was asleep, my mom went on for her nap.

I didn’t suspect a damn thing. I didn’t even pay attention to the noise of my sister crawling out of her playpen or going into the kitchen. I was so focused on whatever lesson I had that my sister acted swift and I never had a chance to react.

My sister has always been the smart one. When I was busy eating crayon tips and whatever would land me in the hospital for poison control, she was already learning how to plot shit. She pretended to be asleep, waited until mom went to bed, and then got out of the play pen, went to the kitchen and grabbed the heaviest utencil she could find…

And cracked me over the head with it, enough to daze me.

I heard her laugh, that’s how I knew it was her, but by the time I had any time to react, the little shit had already put the utencil away (Wasn’t hard, my mom kept them in a mess in a drawer) and had already gotten herself back into the play pen.

Unfortunately, my mom didn’t believe me that my sister had done that.

To be fair, I f*cking deserved it.

Thankfully, nowadays, my sister saves any pro revenge against anyone that would harass either one of us. Meanwhile I have yet to learn her prorevenge finesse.

anonymous asked:

hey jenna you're a NERD. get ready cause I'm here to CYBER BULLY you

umm I talked to my mom and she says you’re not allowed to do that?? u better go home before she calls your parents and gets you frickin’ grounded

also I’m not a NERD okay I’m a COOL KID. I have a cat backpack–u think they just give those out to nerds?? u think nerds can just get those?

Ik theres this big cringe trend lately, but if its just kids having harmless fun and arent doing any damage ( harrassing, stealing, overbearing strangers, etc) just let them be
Nothing sucks more than having a good time, that isnt distressing anyone, and to be ridiculed for it. Remember that while it isn’t your place to babysit anyone it’s also not your place to ruin a good experience

I went to pick up my final check from my job and holy SMOKES. My parents ended up getting into a screaming match with the owners because the owners were being very rude and belittling me for quitting. I quit over a month ago and still hadn’t received my check (which is against the law where I live, I had called twice and came in once and had been denied each time.) and they were acting like me coming to get it with my parents was a huge deal. Keep in mind I’m 18 (so I’m young and wouldn’t really know if these 50+ were taking advantage bc let’s face it I don’t know as much as my parents do.)

They were so rude and basically mocked me for having my parents with me, even though I had asked them to come along because I had had such issues while working there because they were basically bullies to me. One of the owners was yelling about how they were allowed to take so long about my check since I quit without notice and because I messed up (even though I didn’t! I just quit!!! WHICH IS MY RIGHT!). In my state you can quit on the spot and have to be paid within seven days, which they didn’t do. Anyways, I got my check but I’m not even sure it’s right. It was super scary and the owners are assholes who I very, very deeply hate. 

When I left she said to me, “The next job you get make sure your parents approve.” She said it all nasty and rude and as I grabbed the check I said, “Next time I’ll make sure not to work for a bully.”