#johncenarantking

If you ever feel like you’re too nerdy, please remember that yesterday me and @smol-galaxy-turtle spent a decent amount of time trying to figure out how to type a Southern American/French accent so we could keep on doing an X-Men/Red Hood and the Outlaws Crossover RP starring Gambit, Jubilee, Roy Harper, and Jason Todd, and we didn’t know how to do Gambit’s accent for shit.

So naturally, instead of googling it, I reasoned that because galaxy-turtle is from the south, and I can do a decent amount with French that if we combined our accents we would get Gambit. 

I mean, we were sort of right. Ish. Because at that I point I remembered that he had actually had been in television shows, so I went to some links that galaxy-turtle sent me and realized that I could have figured it out easier by just rewatching all the X Men shows, but at that point I was so invested in using our combined accents that I just tried to go with that.

In the end, we have sort of given up and he just says ‘ain’t’ and ‘y’all’ etc a lot haha

Gonna make a post about this, but I just want it to be out there. Being emotionally abused really messes people up. Having people make you feel like your venting is just negativity and should stop, that your grief is just oversensitivity, that your need for affection is clinginess… that fucks you up.

I am speaking from experience. I have spent my life being told to ignore my abuse, that complaining about maltreatment is me just being whiny, that my interests don’t matter, that all I do is annoy people. I’m used to people not respecting my pronouns, not used to people letting my rant to them, not used to being able to lean on someone for support. I spent my childhood with parents who would speak over me or ignore me when I was upset. I was forced to go to a school where I was bullied and no one stood up for me. My parents ignored my pain and punished me for my hyperfixations. The people around me barely treated me better, acting like I was a liability, that people only spent time with me out of pity. That secretly, everyone hated me and shittalked me behind my back. When I got older, I realized that my anxiety, autism, and schizophrenia diagnoses only took these insecurities and made them more painful. But these conditions also made it easier for people to discriminate against and persecute me.