This is MY Blog, so I post what I want. My name is Ericka, 20, Superwholockian, Goofball, Tattoo Enthusiast, Music Lover, Fangirl. You should hit me up because then, we could talk, and be friends. I like friends
yknow people make fun of ghibli tears… but I think they aren’t made to portray what they look like on others, but instead how they feel like to us, when WE cry. Doesn’t it always feel much bigger/vision impeding when it happens to us as we experience it?
I’ve been trying to put this into words for ages, thank u
In the past month, my family’s life has been turned upside down. I am a domestic violence survivor and have been raising my five year old son alone since the day he was born. Death threats, harassment, and continued emotional abuse drove me to obtain a restraining order against my ex-husband. Shortly thereafter he filed for emergency custody of my son in South Carolina, and after dealing with jurisdictional issues, I was ordered to “return” my son to an abusive father he’s had very little contact with.
I am not being allowed to bring evidence to my defense, I am not allowed to see my son for a month, I am not allowed to contact him regularly and we have NEVER spent this much time apart.
The judge and attorneys have made it clear that my queer, “immoral lifestyle” is worse than being with an abusive father and that I should prepare myself for the worst.
I need help.
My rights as a parent and as a human being are being denied and I need to hire an attorney with experience in gay rights issues and family law. Retainers/fees are generally between $5,000-$10,000 and I cannot afford that. My son and I live in Massachusetts and we are being denied the right to go back home together.
Please help if you can by donating or spreading this around, any little bit counts.
All Dean has ever wanted is the one thing he just can’t have: a family of his own. And while so many things have stood in his way, it boils down to the fact that he believes people would be better off without him. It’s not hard to see why. When Dean is caught stealing, John can’t even be bothered to come pick him up, he’d rather have him “rot in jail.” So yeah, of course Dean thinks he doesn’t matter, can’t see his own worth. But just look! Dean, can’t you see how perfect you are for this job? He always knows just what to say, because he remembers when he was young. Remembers the things he wished John would say, on days when he wanted nothing more than for his father to look him in the eye. But he can’t fold, can’t indulge, because he’s afraid of what he has the potential to become. Please Dean, can’t you see? That’s not you. You’re a better man than your daddy ever was, Dean Winchester.
And Dean always squats down when he’s talking to kids, gets on their level. It takes the whole “adults looking down on you” dynamic away and just leaves a grown man bringing himself down to look them straight in the eyes. Because he remembers what it felt like to be looked down on, in many ways still knows what it feels like to be looked down on, whether he’s actually being looked down on or just imagining it. Because Dean Winchester has never felt worthy of anything or anybody. That’s why he always makes excuses for John and for Sam and for Cas. Why he always runs back to them. Why he’ll never stop defending them. Because no matter what they do, it can’t be as bad as how he thinks of himself.
You’re a better man than your daddy ever was, Dean Winchester.