#hey<3

they're not red

they're not yellow

they're not green

they're blue.

just like the number 8

just like the word 'dude'

just like wavy lines

not like triangles

or diamonds

or squares

because triangles are red

diamonds are yellow

squares are green

and circles are blue.

OKAY??????

I had to say this to someone

- ur new bestie 🐏

‘anonymous’ said  :   "You're   wrong   papà,   wrong!"   The   child   squirmed   in   the   tight   grip   keeping   them   there,   harsh   words   trying   to   reinforce   everything   they   were   taught,   filling   them   with   hate. "Non   sono   mostri!"   Bitterness   was   spat   out   back   at   Ercole.   Tired...   so   tired   they   were   of   feeling   like   an   outcast,   unable   to   play,   befriend   kids   that   formed   scales   at   the   touch   of   water.   They   didn't   understand   why   their   father   only   saw   monsters.   Why   he   wanted   his   tesoro   to   feel   so   lonely. Unless... "You   are,   you   papà   are   the   monster!   I   hate   you!   I   hate   you   I   hate   you   I   hate   you   I   hate   you...   I   HATE   YOU."

   how   was   he   SUPPOSED   to   be   a   happy   and   DOTING   father   in   this   WRETCHED   family   when   his   own   child   was      THE      WORST      ?      and   here   ercole   thought   he   was   a   BAD   KID   himself   ――   whatever   was   wrong   with   this   DEMON   CHILD   must   be   ten   times   worse   !         he      couldn’t      STAND      THEM      !      every   waking   moment   of   his   life   he   is   BURDENED   by   this   child   and   this   FAMILY   he   didn’t   even   want   to   be   APART   OF         [   .   .   .   ]      but   what   other   CHOICE   did   he   have   ,      than   to   STICK   AROUND   ?   no   matter   how   EXHAUSTED   he   was   ,      he   was   TRAPPED   in   this   predicament      ―      and   as   he   feels   the   child      try      to      WIGGLE      AWAY      and   DEFY   ercole   ,      he   only   felt   his   rage   BOILING   underneath   his   skin.

      they   were   NOTHING   of   a   tesoro   to   him   ,      let   us   let   THAT   be   clear.      how   could   his   TESORO   be   so   HATEFUL   ?   how   could   his   tesoro   be      nothing      but      a      NUISANCE      to   him   ?   he   could   NEVER   love   anything   like   this   uncooperative   ,      obnoxious   ,      IMPOSSIBLE   child   ―――   they   questioned   him   ,      they   were   always      SO      NEEDY      ,         and   no   matter   how   many   BEATINGS   they   received   ,      they   never   LEARNED   their   lesson.      or   perhaps   they   FORGOT   ,      much   like   now      :         asking   to   PLAY   with   those   monstrous   OFFSPRINGS   ,      the   product   of   the   BREEDING   of   impurity   and   madness   ,      despite   being      TOLD      NO      many   times   before.      how   could   he   let   his   OWN   CHILD   be   around   such   disgusting   things   ?      last   they   asked   ,      they   were   BEAT   back   at   home   ―   so   ,      did   they   forget   ?      could   they   be   SO   STUPID   ?

   the   father   WALLOWED   in   his   own   misery   as   he   DRAGGED   his   child   along   ,      pondering   silently   over   these   NOTIONS   ,      his   tight   grip   on   the   kid’s   arm   unforgiving   and   UNWAVERING.      then   came   the   accusations      ――      the   declaration   of   HATE   ,      something   he   wasn’t   UNFAMILIAR   with.      it   wouldn’t   be   the   FIRST   TIME   he’s   heard   his      own      child      DETEST      him      so   heartily   ,      and   though   it   might   SHATTER   the   hearts   of   other   parents   alike         [   .   .   .   ]         it      meant      NOTHING      to      him.      it   was   OLD   now.      he   only   SIGHED   ,      attempting   to   SQUEEZE   his   eyes   shut   to   IGNORE   the   screaming   and   CRYING   and   whining   before   he   finally      CAN’T      TAKE      IT      ANYMORE      !         ..

         he   YANKS   his   child’s   arm   forward   ,      GRABBING   them   by   the   COLLAR   of   their   shirt   and   PULLING   them   close   ――   ercole   LEANS   DOWN   ,      speaking   through      GRITTED      teeth      as   he   let   there   be   HARDLY   A   FEW   INCHES   between   their   faces.

      ❝      chiudi   quella      CAZZO      DI      BOCCA      !         ❞            he   practically   SPITS   into   the   face   of   the   child   ,      JOSTLING   them   around   in   an   attempt   to   FORCE   them   to   get   ahold   of   themselves.         ❝      I   HATE   YOU   TOO   !!      IS   THAT   WHAT   YOU   WANT   ME   TO   SAY   !?      ❞         ercole   growls   ,      though   it   was   NO   ATTEMPT   to   simply   scare   the   child.         (      for   he   meant   it.      )         ❝      I   HATE   YOU   ,      AND   SO   DOES   YOUR      MOTHER      !         [   .   .   .   ]         nobody   loves   you   ,      and   those   MONSTERS   wouldn’t   even   want   to   PLAY   WITH   YOU   even   if   i   LET   YOU   !      you   annoying   ,      bratty   ,      SNOTTY   CHILD   !      LEARN   TO   FUCKING   LISTEN   FOR   ONCE   !      ❞         every   sentence   was   ENDED   with   a   rough   jerking   by   the   collar   ,      SCREAMING   into   their   face.      he   ends   his   berating   with   a      sharp      SMACK      to   their   cheek   ,      roughly   LETTING   them   go   by   SHOVING   the   kid   back   a   bit   ,      swiftly   grabbing   AHOLD   of   the   child’s   wrist   again.