Let's Talk Fanfiction!! {Closed}

Sorry 'bout your parents.

Ever listened to that song?
No?
Go listen.

Wow, I had a lot of reviews this week. And I'm not complaining or anything, but holy hell. It took me off guard.

But anyways, it is time for a rant. Haven't done one of these in a long time....

My rant today: The oh so terrible MC family.

We'll start it off with the Mom and her unresolved issues, then have a serving of Dad and his crappy attitude, all with a side of sibling rivalry and a tall glass of "What the hell am I doing here?".

And I know I'm going to end up ticking off someone because
A.) Pretty much all these Cliche's are in my book "Missing".

2.) I will probably end up insulting someone.

And honestly, I'm fine if it's one or both reasons that I get spammed with "How dare you"s and "Screw you that's mean"s.
But if it's because of reason A, then skip this chapter or something. Because I stated multiple times in that book that it technically wasn't a fanfiction, that it was me ranting on my life and trying to figure out what the frick happened to me in that one year.

So we done?
Great.
Let's get started.

Mom.

First of all, what's wrong with parents? I mean, seriously? What's wrong with them? I get it– some kids have to deal with the screaming and hitting and hiding bruises. But parents as a whole can't be that bad, right? It seems in stories, we've deemed the Mom as either dead (every Disney movie ever) or uncaring due to personal problems. But really, there's more good mothers out there than there are bad. I'm tired of coming across books where the Mom is either dead and has left her child with some slimeball excuse for a father or is seen sitting at a table with vodka in hand pondering over her terrible past decisions.

No.
No.

Okay...parents aren't perfect. Who is? Isn't it our jobs as the teen race to learn from them? Stop viewing them as some wall that's blocking a path out to the real world. Stop pretending Moms are only there to pick up after their kids and be able to give good advice or otherwise they're not "good" Moms.

That's not how life works.

Not every kid comes home to be backlashed by the mother because she regrets having them. Not every child has to struggle to impress or work for approval.

Dad.

Oh boy.

Oooooh boy.

Okay. I grew up without a Dad. I suppose I don't have a "right" to rant about this issue because I technically went through the cliche scenario.

But then again, that'd be like saying I don't have a "right" to rant about love because I'm aromantic, and I've done it a bazillion times now.

Ever come across a scene where the MC walks into their house where empty bottles litter the floor and beer cans hide the cheap leather couch? Where they try sneaking past the grizzly man on the floor who's snores echo throughout the house? Where said man gets up, grabs MC, and beats them merciless?

Isn't anyone else tired of this?

It's not a real obstacle, it's not something that adds real meaning to the plot, it's just another setup to force the reader to pity the MC.

While I didn't really know my dad, I know he was living in a drug house. And he never regretted me or my sisters. Was he selfish for not cleaning up his act? Well, yeah. Sure he was. But he wanted to see us. He wanted us to grow up good. He didn't want to beat the crap out of his kids.

And I'm sure there are plenty of single Dads out there raising their kids just fine. I'm positive most Dads care about their kids and their well being. That they wouldn't marry a slut if their kids didn't like them.

But you know. Whatever.

Siblings....

....

.....

Hm.
HM.

Okay. All right. Siblings it is.

I had some demon spawn sisters. You can scoff at me, say I'm over exaggerating, but I'm not kidding. The eldest of my little siblings once dragged me down to our basement, tied me up in a chair, blindfolded me, and then threw stuffed animals and balls.

But in some weird way, I kinda have to thank her for doing that. I mean now I can play any horror game and be great.

So I can get why people always make the siblings either really bratty and mean or the sweetest person on the face of Earth. Heck, I'm probably messed up in the head from all the torture my sister put me through. But no matter how mean or ridiculous siblings can be, they're not totally heartless.

They're human too. They feel like the MC feels, think like the MC thinks. And I think we often forget that.

The eldest of my little siblings (Imma call her Rose. I swear on Starclan it's not her real name) has always been a big pain. But she's not always so bad. She's one of the biggest goofballs I know. All her pick up lines are about potatoes, and she can mimic like a pro. We once walked through Dollar General with her talking in a famous YouTuber's voice (can't remember her name...) and she made everyone in the store laugh.

And even if a sibling is being a jerk, there's this amazing thing called Parents that are there to help. If the MC doesn't have parents (Screw you, Disney) or is unable to talk to them for other various reasons, then there's always someone else they can talk to. Like, oh I dunno, a best friend maybe? A counselor?

Rose would throw names at me like some sort of mini game. I was called it all. The "Chubby Chipmunk", weirdo, freak. Idiot.
Especially Idiot.
But it wasn't like I couldn't go to anyone. I'm literally the biggest antisocial reject out there, and if I was able to find someone to help, surely this MC can.

Or I'll come across this sibling who is RIDICULOUSLY nice or gets along just perfectly with the MC.
Siblings are siblings.
They fight.
They hit.
They scream.
You are literally living with a person who knows exactly how to grind your gears.
So no, siblings aren't going to get along all the time.
Some siblings can be competitive.
Some hate each other's guts.
And some find enjoyment in the pranks and teasings of the other.

To recap:
Moms and Dads may not be perfect, but they're still parents.

Siblings are human and they don't always get along, but they're not always cruel.

If you ever meet Rose, run.

That's a wrap!
Question of the day: What's the craziest (or cruelest) thing your siblings have ever done?
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And as always, I will see YOU in the next chapter.