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The chaos really happens when night falls and they need to sleep.

Damian, standing on the only twin bed in the room: I will get the bed.

Jason: Like Hell! You're small enough to be sleeping in the fucking sink. I will be getting the bed.

Dick: I think two people can have the bed.

Damian and Jason: NO!

*Tim, too tired for this, kicks off his shoes and gets comfortable on the small kitchen counter using the paper towel roll as a pillow. He is asleep within seconds*

Dick: well if you both won't share, then I'll take the bed.

Jason: That's not fair!

Damian: You can't do that!

Dick: I am the oldest, I get to do whatever I want!

The ensuing pillow fight was vicious and would have taken the bedside lamp as a casualty if Duke wasn't there to save it. Duke, like Tim, is tired and sees the bathroom tub for the option that it is. He uses the chaos to grab a pillow from the bed and lock the bathroom door. Duke took the bedside lamp with him.

With the Girls:

Barbra: I get the right side.

Cass: left.

Stephanie, debating if getting squished in the middle is worth still sleeping on the bed: I want a pillow.

Okay so i hate that the batkids are rich purely because they dont have those classic siblings experiences. So here is me putting them in those horrible situations.

*the batkids are in a hotel room with only one bathroom*

Jason: DICKHEAD get the fuck out or im gonna piss in your suitcase!

Dick, over the sound of water: I'm taking a SHOWER

Tim: AND? Hurry it up assman, I gotta brush my teeth!

Damian: I hope you all eat shit and die. I've been waiting longer than all of you.

Meanwhile, in the girls room:

Steph, barging into the bathroom: i gotta take my makeup off and brush my teeth. Deal with it.

Babs, in the bathtub: i dont even know why i try to lock the door at this point.

Cass, slipping in to use the sink: making instant mac n cheese. None for you guys.

Steph: bitch.

Cass: whore :)

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21. Parenting with Depression

21. Parenting with Depression

Not gonna lie, this one was difficult to share. This first part is something I had written when it was getting to be too much, and it clearly shows the state of mind I was in at the time. I just want to be as raw and honest as possible in order to help those who may feel this way.

I Hate It

I was scared as all get out when I found out I was pregnant. Being single and raised Catholic, it didn’t…

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IM LAUGHING SO HARD I DIDNT THINK SEXUAL DESIRE WAS A REAL THING LIKE I ALWAYS SAW PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT HOW THEY WANTED SEX BUT I THOUGHT THEY WERE JOKING OR EXAGGERATING OR SOMETHING THATS WHY IT WAS SO HARD FOR ME TO REALIZE I WAS ACE BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WENT WITHOUT SAYING SEX ISNT THAT IMPORTANT IM 19 YEARS OLD I CANT STOP LAUGHING LITERALLY 99% OF THE POPULATION EXPERIENCES SEXUAL DESIRE AND I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE

February 25th, 2022

A whole year and some days since I felt something calling for me for the first time, something for which I officially gave up everything I was taught, but so far, I have not regretted my decision even once.

At this time I had been looking forward to meet the calls, my first contacts with wichcraft was through several Wiccan books that I could find around the internet, the basic guides about assembling your altar, witches' rules and the innumerous paths one could trail.

I did not know, at that time, that it was possible to honor the Goddess of Witches, all I've known about Her until then was through Greek adventure books read on high school, but even then I could feel her influence. I remember our teacher instructing us to pick our favorite Greek deity in order to make a presentation about them, needless to say who did I choose.

I chose Her and keep doing so, and it's an honor to think She chose me too.

Looking back, it warms my heart and brings me peace to think Lady Hekate was gifting me with something I've much longed for.

At that time I've just read the book about picking a wood stick to make your wand, it should be the lenght from your elbow until the tip of your middle finger, a gift made under my very measures. I would not have picked the wand so eagerly without that info prior, or would not have kept it for long, but at the right time, she brought it to me, right under a triple trunk tree. I took this photo in order to never forget this blessing.

Three years have passed since this, my beautiful wand is still with me, strong and radiant. Today it called for me, the wood was opaque and sad, I took some of the best paints I own and gave it another life.

Made a vibrant brown color for the wood and two special shades of green to never forget about the moss that came along with the wand, I also painted green the wires that hold still my pretties clear quartz on top, as well as adding different colors to the artificial flowers that tie this whole piece together.

When everything cured, I could feel the happy energy around it, beaming with its own representation of the nature it came from.

This makes me extremely happy and brings me peace, here I'm hoping my beloved tool will stay with me for many years to come.

And so be it! ✨

Just a little vent.

TW // CHILD ABUSE

So, with most people, if they have problems at all with any of their parents it's usually the father they have problems with, right? Well, why doesn't anyone talk about how mothers can be bad parents too? I mean, I'm talking speaking from personal experience, I myself have mommy issues. I have experienced things that I don't even remember. For example, here's a list of things my mother has done (I'm only mentioning the stuff that I know, and since I don't know all of what she did to my brother, I'm only going to list the stuff that I know she did to me. Alright? Alright.):

• Kidnapping me then leaving me naked on the driveway as an infant

• Failing to pay any amount of child support throughout my entire life

• Only wanting to be in contact with me once I turned 10 years old

• Not paying for my education like she promised

• Not responding to any messages about school payments

I'll probably add more later if I can think of anything or if she does something else.

Warning: mention of kidnapping, lack of consent, personal painful experience of the victim.

I usually don't write anything on a blog, just enjoying someone else's creativity or thoughts, but today I need to talk it out. I was almost kidnapped. Right in the city center, by the subway, in full view of people.

Evening, about six or seven in the evening. I'm waiting for a subway sign so we can go to the tea room together (he's late). A guy about 20-something years old comes up to me and starts saying something about his friend's wedding (I didn't really listen, I just quietly put my wallet deeper), after he came closer, starting to be interested in me more openly. I politely refused and started writing and calling my friend as soon as he would be there. He was still far away, so he told me to just get away from this strange guy. But I only had time to put my phone in my pocket when they grabbed me and started dragging me towards the roadway and parking spaces.

I screamed, fought and called for help. People around just looked at it. I tried to hit as hard as I could, but he was much stronger and held on tight. I begged and screamed "Help!" ,"I don't know him, first time I've seen him, please, help!", "Let me go!", but it was ignored by both him and the people around.

At some point, I pushed off from him with my whole body, hitting him in the chest, grabbed my bag and ran in the other direction from the subway.

I'm safe at home now. But my heart is beating like crazy, because I realize that I might never return to my family again.

I do not know if it was a bride theft, but in any case it is a kidnapping, or rather, an attempted kidnapping. I couldn't tell my family about it, but I'm still going through this experience.

I'm sorry to write this, thank you for reading it.