Mother at Peace

Do minors just not read banners, blog intros, or pinned posts?

Is there some confusion as to what MDNI means, even when it's put into each individual word (minors, do not interact)?

Or do they just not care?

Like. Okay. I may not share NSFW posts, but I'm a whole ass adult. I'm a mom, even. Sorry, not sorry, but I have nothing to discuss with anyone under 18 years of age. Neither do blogs that are 18+ only and have expressed that they do not want minors interacting with them.

It may feel like you're being excluded, but bear in mind, adults have experienced minors interacting with them before without disclosing that they're minors in the first place, sometimes resulting in NSFW conversations, only to later find out through some incriminating post from said minor claiming they were being groomed, even in cases where they weren't (not saying it doesn't happen, cause I know it does--I was groomed more than once as a kid/teen by online predators, but false accusations are serious problems).

So please stop saying that these characters are a bad representation, because no, they aren't--they just don't represent your own specific personal experience.

Everyone is different. Asexuality is a spectrum. And people handle SA different (don't even TRY to come at me on this one, I myself have been through SA, and I coped in my own way).

Today, my heart broke again. My sweet kitty, Pudge, has crossed the rainbow bridge. 🌈

I knew this day would eventually come, and I know that she was very old. But it doesn't hurt any less.

My darling Pudge. You'll now be able to see my mom, Pelle, Tess, Sasha, Bandit, Toad, Toasty, and Layla again. You can cuddle with them, frolick and play, forever.

Saw this post, and I just wanted to step in for a moment to make a couple corrections because myself (and others who are part of the aroace community--yes, that's true, I've seen several making videos on this topic specifically and one of my best friends has given some valid insight as well as someone who is ace) are getting really tired of the misinformation and gatekeeping.

SO.

1) Alastor is NOT canonically confirmed as AroAce! This was something that Amir, his VA, had said. Vivziepop herself confirmed later that no, Alastor is not aromantic--he is only canonically confirmed asexual.

2) NOBODY is shipping him against the author's will! Vivziepop asked Amir to take back the remark about Alastor being aroace, because she wants people to have fun with shipping and not feel like they have to restrict themselves. This is also when she confirmed he is NOT canonically aromantic.

NOW!

That doesn't mean you can't HEADCANON him as aromantic! Headcanon of that sort is PERFECTLY OKAY! But to claim it is 100% canon and use that to gatekeep a character is NOT okay. It's also not okay to claim that people are shipping him against the author's will when she has stated in interviews that she doesn't have a problem with anybody shipping Alastor. That's a direct contradictory claim towards the author herself, who has openly stated otherwise to what is being claimed here.

Please remember that aromantic and asexual folks CAN and DO at times take part in relationships (and some do take part in sexual activities, asexuality is a spectrum). Saying things like this causes an incorrect stereotype that misrepresents others within the community, even if it IS about a fictional character.

Signed,

This morning, I woke up back to having pain so bad that I could feel it in my teeth.

At some point, regardless of it being a weekend...

It IS logical for people to get upset if you haven't put kids to bed and they're keeping others awake.

I've been sick, I'm trying to rest up and heal, and I cannot do that when all hours of the night, I'm hearing toys being tossed around and feet stomping around above me crystal clear because there is NOTHING stopping the sound from being heard, and said kids wanna be running back and forth all night long. There is ZERO sound-proofing between the upstairs living room and the room I'm trying to get to sleep in. I hear the music being blasted all night on the TV. I hear the kids running around past midnight. I hear every time someone gets upset and footfall becomes heavy, or someone starts angrily stomping.

And I feel like I'm justified in also being upset that I constantly have to work around other people's bathroom usage schedules, even when it gets to be past midnight. Because I shouldn't have to put off my personal hygiene to make sure someone else doesn't get up in arms about me using the bathroom. Especially when I'm trying to wash the sick off of me.

It gets doubly difficult to know when I can actually make use of the bathroom at night when someone is gaming downstairs all day and all night long, and as a result, they become an ADDITIONAL person wanting access to the bathroom downstairs.

I want to be able to use the bathroom whenever I need it without worrying about someone bitching.

I want to be able to sleep when I get tired at night, instead of being kept up by everybody being loud all night long with no regard for the people living beneath them.

So, in about mid-October 2024, I moved in with my boyfriend and his family. It's a multi-generational home right now. The home is owned by his parents, and then there's him, me, his baby sister (she's not a baby, but the age gap is big enough to say that. I still call my sister my baby sister because she was born when I was already 18), and his grandparents.

The grandparents are in the room next to us (which he gave up for them 5 years ago because it was the larger room, and he was trying to be nice), and there's a bathroom that we all now share. Now, there IS a bathroom upstairs, as well, but it's belonged to his baby sister for so long that she struggles when it isn't readily available for her.

Anywho, when I moved in, he showed me shelves in the shower that I could put my things on (shampoo, conditioner, soap, amr razor). I put my things on those designated shelves. When my hair dye started to fade, we dyed my hair, and did our best to clean the leftover dye out of the shower when we finished rinsing the dye out. Bleach and a scrubber were used, but red is a fairly difficult color to get cleaned up from a white surface, so it stained a little. But as with any dye, after time, the stain fades.

Now, mind you, his grandmother dyes her hair blue. A DEEP blue. And hers had also stained. She was nice to me when I first got here, but the second that I dyed my hair and the shower got stained, she started to cause a fuss. While my boyfriend was at work the same night we had dyed my hair, his grandmother started to argue with his mom over us "leaving a bunch of messes in the bathroom" (referring LITERALLY only to the hair dye stain and the fact that mine and his shampoo and soap and such were in the shower on shelves). They were loud enough that I could hear them from our room, which is directly beneath the living room, and when the grandmother wasn't getting her way, she decided to stomp her feet so hard that it shook the house a bit. His mother promptly informed her she needed to stop because I was right under her and probably trying to sleep, to which his grandmother immediately responded with bitchy sarcasm and another loud stomp.

So I got pissed off. I'd been texting my boyfriend and warned that if she stomped again, that I would be going up there myself to have a word, and that he should let his mom know. He did, and she called me upstairs and encouraged me to express myself--and I did. Loudly.

I told the grandmother that she was being childish and selfish, told her how because she had complained so much about the bathroom that I had already moved my things out of it, and then went on to tell her how her behavior could potentially have prevented me from having my daughter over (split custody). She decided to argue back with me, saying she pays to stay, to which I snapped back that I paid to stay as well, because I was working and was, in fact, paying rent to stay. She then tried to say she does everything in this house, to which I yelled back that she did nothing besides sit in her room, smoke on the back porch, and occasionally vacuumed (based upon me paying attention to her behavior since I'd moved in to get a better read on her). She, being noticeably drunk at this point, began to cry and cuss at me and stomp her feet some more before she stood up and walked out of the living room and onto the back porch...and my boyfriend's mother came downstairs to thank me, because she believed I might have finally been the final nail in the coffin to get her mother to leave on her own.

Spoiler alert...I wasn't.

As of recent, she's found yet another new thing to complain about, and this time, it wasn't my hair dye (which I recently redid and made sure that no stains were left).

No, now she's complaining about the bathroom door needing a sign to indicate when someone is or isn't in it. When the door has a fully functional, easy to use lock. A lock which, every time myself, my boyfriend, or LITERALLY ANY OTHER PERSON in the house makes sure to use when they're in the bathroom. Ya know...like most people would.

This woman...I have walked in on her twice now. First was when we had electricians in the house and the power was off. The light was obviously off, but I heard no sound coming from the bathroom even after I knocked, and so, I tested the handle. It was unlocked, so I opened it. Just to end up seeing this woman on the toilet. So I panicked and frantically apologized and shut the door again. She laughed hysterically about it that time.

The second time was two days ago. Sometimes, she and her husband forget to shut the light off in the bathroom when they're done, and so, now, the light isn't even a clear indicator for me (I once thought someone was in there and waited for an hour and a half before my boyfriend checked and informed me that it was empty and safe for me to go to the bathroom after I started to experience pain from a full bladder). So, since I hadn't heard her bedroom door open any time recently, and hadn't heard the bathroom door recently, I decided to just go in. AND THERE SHE WAS. AGAIN.

This time, I didn't open the door nearly as wide as I had the first time. The second I saw the fabric of a shirt by the toilet, I shut the door. But then when she was done and informed me the bathroom was free and I went in there, she first complained about it to her husband, and then to my boyfriend's stepdad.

This is what she said, word for word.

"You know how you have all these little signs hanging around...like for when you're playing your video games and all that? Well...I'm thinking we maybe need to get a sign for this bathroom door, you know, that tells people when someone is in it. Cause, you know, I don't always lock it when I use it, and I been walked in on twice now."

....THE. DOOR. LOCKS. IT IS A FULLY FUNCTIONAL LOCK. WHY ARE WE PROPOSING DOOR SIGNS WHEN WE CAN JUST LOCK THE DAMN DOOR!?

So, I decided yesterday to make a sign of my own before any bathroom signs arrive. Simply said, and I quote: "A sign for this door is unnecessary--the door has a fully functional lock. My toddler cannot read yet and is exploring opening doors now that she can reach them. Please just lock the door when you use the bathroom."

My boyfriend and I promptly informed his mother of the sign so that if his grandmother complained, it wouldn't be a surprise. She smirked and agreed with it.

Then, while my boyfriend was bathing in that bathroom, his grandmother noticed the note, and I heard her give a scoff and laugh, before saying, "Well, that ain't gonna happen!"

Afterwards, I found the note in the trash. And since then, she's been acting like a bratty kid again.

And at this point, I just wanna know if this is a valid thing for me to be getting bothered over, because I'm sorry, but my toddler doesn't need to be accidentally walking in on anybody. She's still learning, and she gets curious. If she's in the middle of playing and suddenly runs over to open the door, I may not always be right there behind or beside her to stop her, and anybody with kids can tell you that things sometimes happen even when you're trying to prevent them.

So like. What the fuck? What do I even do at this point??? This woman has made it clear she doesn't have respect for anybody in this house by ranting and raving and starting arguments every chance she gets, even though this house doesn't belong to her and she's here out of the kindness of her daughter's heart (and now I think possibly weakness as well because she keeps saying she's gonna kick this woman out but then backs out of doing it because she's family). She has no respect for rules, either (no smoking in the house, but more than once when it's late and everyone else is asleep, I've caught the scent of cigarette smoke as I'm passing their bedroom to check on my cat or use the bathroom).

I am terrified about the fact that we are about to have Donald Trump in office for another 4 years. A convicted felon who was impeached not only once, but twice. A certified rapist. A man who has filed bankruptcy multiple times.

This is who people are calling a good leader. This is who people are literally worshipping to the point of nearly being an entire cult. And before I go on, let me make this one thing clear--I hated Trump long before he ever ran for president. My mother exposed him for being the scumbag he is back when she worked for Harrah's in New Jersey. She told me early on what a piece of trash that man is.

He admitted more than once on television that even if a woman says "no" to him, if he finds that she is beautiful and he wants her, he will force unwanted physical advances because he just "can't help himself." He stated that if he wasn't related to his daughter, he would date her because she's so beautiful--in case you didn't realize, this implies heavily that he's had incestuous thoughts of his own flesh and blood.

During his first term in office, I cannot begin to count the times I was told to "go back to my own country," solely because of my Hispanic name. For the record, I'm Puerto Rican, as is my entire family. Puerto Rico was colonized by America in the early 1900s. We are a part of it, not some foreign entity. I was literally born in the United States, and my entire family has lived in the States as legal American citizens for almost their entire lives. But because of my name alone, I had his followers throwing that hatred my way, under the assumption that I was some illegal Mexican immigrant.

The amount of unwanted advances I experienced had also increased. Men catcalling, both in person and online, and persisting when told "no." While in my first marriage, I did not feel safe doing anything that involved leaving the house unless I had my husband with me, because a ring on your finger doesn't mean jack shit to a desperate man, especially when their leader tells them they can do whatever they want to women. Now, with my current boyfriend, that same mindset has come back, and rightfully so. On Halloween night of 2024, I wore vampire fangs and dressed up as one. A customer informed me that vampires were their kink, and asked if I wanted to bite them. I was wearing a ring on my ring finger. I did not ask or even show signs of interest. I just wanted to finish the gas transaction and move on with my night.

The customer was a man.

I learned he attempted to make gay marriage illegal again. I learned his true stance on transgender people. And I grew fearful for my friends and family. I grew fearful even for myself, because I am pansexual, and a part of the LGBTQ+ community. My aunt has a wife. Am I to stand by and watch my own family be discriminated against for who they love? Am I to watch my friends suffer the same fate? If he takes away trans rights, am I to sit back and watch people literally have their lives put at risk because they can no longer access their hormone medications?

Someone came to help our store out when we lost our GM, and she, hardly knowing anything about me aside from the fact that I was experiencing a decline in my mental health, advised that I get something situated for myself quickly, before Trump gets back in office. Why? She claimed some bad changes may be coming for those needing access to healthcare, including those of the mental health variety. So, what does he plan to do that could fuck me over? What happens if I lose the ability to receive the therapy I need? What if I'm put on medication management again? Will I lose that, too? What should I expect for my autistic daughter, her siblings, and their father? What about her stepmother? What the fuck is going to happen to all of us?

Voting that scum back into office was the equivalent of signing a death sentence. I fully expect horrible things to occur in the next four years that we have that piece of walking trash in office. And I am justifiably terrified for us all. Because guess what?

Every shitty thing he does is gonna affect all of his brainwashed supporters, too. And they don't even believe it. They still think he cares for them and wants to do good things for them.

Hey, MAGA cultists...how's your vacation to attend his inauguration going? Yeah...exactly.

1) Buy and play gonggi, and

2) Make and play ddakji.

Today, I managed to do number 2 on my little to-do list! Had to improvise on the paper, because I didn't have any of the correct origami paper with the dimensions needed, but hey, I did it. :3