u/Unleashthebats21

Think about it: Apocalyptic sun rays, skyrocketing temperatures and an obviously inherited old wooden house with no central ac. idk man this heatwave has got me sympathizing with fictional characters…

Since our knowledge is so limited, comment some headcannons about him! feel free to add in other characters as well

i wish i was artistic enough to do it myself, but with the backrooms tiktok trend, i think a NINAH version would be sick!

I watched a lot of true crime tv as a kid and would always see these documentaries about last meals of criminals on death row and i would imagine finally being able to eat a meal of anything i wanted lmao

it was a bowl of chicken noodle soup with crusty buttered bread and a grilled corn cob. real peasant shit.

never told anybody irl

i’m absolutely in love with the fragrance notes of The Olive Branch, and would love to try out some more earthy scents! Also would like some recommendations for perfumes similar to the Wiccy Magic Massage Bar

I truly don’t understand how everyone in his family thinks he’s the most mild and sweet man to ever walk the earth. He’s kind and sweet for the most part, but during any minor inconvenience, he’s snapping at me.

and i don’t even do anything. i’m just the one to take everything out on because he’s too afraid to snap at his family, the actual people who make him so mad…i am so done being a fucking punching bag, and i’m so done not being able to fight back because his parents would lose their shit if they heard me being even somewhat mean to him, and i don’t enjoy escalating issues or confrontation.

Have you ever heard that meme where boy moms are crazy and baby their son? imagine an entire family made up of that.

it’s ruining the way i see him even when he’s in a good mood. i do not enjoy being in proximity with him these past few days and often find myself avoiding him, because he’s always in a terrible mood.

it makes me feel bad about myself and ruins my self esteem, because why is it okay to snap and yell at only me? why doesn’t everyone else deserve it too?

i can’t stand being so passive. i can’t stand the way im treated.

My Grandmother killed my pet rat Henry last night

(trigger warning: graphic pet loss) i am a 21 year old woman living with my grandmother to take care of her due to her rapidly developing dementia, i work as a nurse to be able to provide for the 3 of us. I was at work and left him in his enclosure, my grandmother went into my room (which i keep locked, i do not know how she got in.) to clean and thought he was a pest and snapped his neck before throwing him in the garbage.

when i finished tending to her after an absolutely soul-crushing 14 hour work day due to under-staffing and overtime, i was so excited to see Henry and tend to him as well.

i turned the skeleton key to my bedroom and noticed my door was already unlocked, which i assumed i had just forgotten to lock that morning.

Upon first look, i noticed he wasn’t around and assumed he burrowed himself into his bedding. i opened his enclosure and i usually lightly snap my fingers to let him know of my presence and he always excitedly comes out from sleeping/burrowing to greet me. This time it was quiet. I knew something was off because he hadn’t even ate his food and there weren’t any soiled spots.

i went back to my grandmother to ask if she had seen or heard Henry throughout the day, she’s usually pleased to see and be around him. She told me that she “took care of the vermin” in my room and motioned toward the trashcan so that i can take it out “before disease spreads”

i felt my blood turn cold and ran to the trash where i seen his lifeless body, limp. I had a full meltdown and immediately reached inside to pick him up, in my haste, i tried preforming CPR, obviously to no avail. this only made me bawl more. My grandmother was straight-faced and told me that me being a nurse, i should know better than anyone that rats carry disease and i should be happy she took care of the issue.

This caused me to snap at her, and went on a 20 minute rage, ultimately resulting in me cooking a late dinner to calm myself down, as it’s my coping mechanism. I sat down to eat and very bitterly asked “why would you kill Henry? he was the only thing good in my life”

to which she answered “Henry? why would i ever hurt such a sweet creature? He’s perfectly fine i just seen him as i was cleaning your room this morning.”

I know it was an episode, i know my grandmother, had she been in her right mind, would never hurt an animal. but i can’t help feeling so bitter and depressed. i’m on my lunch break writing this through tears.

I feel so guilty and depressed, he was the only thing i looked forward coming home to. i took so much care of him and made sure he was happy and healthy with the right food and enrichment. There were times i skipped meals and self care in order to fit caring for my grandmother and Henry first.

was it my fault for keeping him in the same house as her? i dont think im going to be able to see her the same. i dont even know if its fully her fault since shes declining mentally

Late last night, i dug a hole in our backyard and buried him in his favorite mini blanket, with his toys and favorite snacks. i surrounded the mound with rocks and a make-shift sign.

Rest in Peace Henry❤️‍🩹 I will never forget the happiness you brought me.