Always Hated That Idea That If Someone Is Abusing You, They Don't Love You, Especially When It Comes

Always hated that idea that if someone is abusing you, they don't love you, especially when it comes to parent-child relationships. That loving and hurting someone cannot coexist. Because, even if you truly believe that (which, how do you know? How could ever know?), saying that -telling a child that "people who love you don't abuse you", then you're making them choose. It's not even a difficult choice, really: either your parent loves you and you're not actually in that much pain, you're exaggerating, the pain you're feeling is normal, or your pain is valid, but your parent -the one person in the world who is supposed to love you unconditionally, who it is in the nature of to love you, doesn't love you. How could they even begin to acknowledge that what happened to them was wrong, if that means facing the idea that their parents don't love them? If being hurt means being abandoned? The tragedy of Succession isn't that Logan doesn't love his children. It's that he loves them, and they love him, and they can never leave.

The only thing this false narrative does is forcing the child to pick between two evils, where you should have been providing a safe space to be protected. You know what they will choose, and that's on you.

For me, the biggest proof that Logan loved his children is that he wanted them to be buried with him. Yes, it was narcissistic love, them in smaller bunk graves on the wall while he is in the majestic one on the ground, because he saw his children as extensions of himself and not as real persons, but still. People usually choose to be buried with their significant others, making space for your children to be buried with you is weird and controlling, but but but. He wanted to be buried with a picture of Rose in his pocket. He wanted his children to be buried with him, belonging to him and only him for eternity. What is that if not love. And who or what did he really have in the world that he could really call his, except his children?

Michael Sheen retweeted this and my love for him grows every time he calls his Angel out on his bullshit and sides with poor Crowley

It's the sound of my brother, twisting the key in the lock like a knife in a wound

And me gritting my teeth, on a muzzle, on my tongue.

It's everything we need, all that we must, we should

What needed done was done, but he did it all wrong.

How dare he say he is sorry

But

What could he ever say to me?

"Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine."

-Neil Gaiman, American Gods

I'm in this picture and I don't like it

Donna Tartt 🤝 gay youth with glasses who like doing drugs