[ SECRET POST #4152 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #4152 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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[Mercedes Lackey]


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03.
[Inspector Javert]


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[DJ Khaled and his wife Nicole Tuck]


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[Scarlett Johansson at the Met Gala]


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[John Mulaney]


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[Disney's Sword in the Stone]








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Comments

Re: Fictional Experiences You Can't Identify With

[(Anonymous)]

The concept of an adult over, say, 30 going to their parents’ house and there’s their childhood bedroom and it still has some of their childhood stuff in it. I see this in fic a lot in stories about one half of a ship going to meet the other half’s parents, but it also pops up in other media, like in BvS when Lois is lying on Clark’s childhood bed.

I recently realized that I have zero experience with this in real life. Not to say that it doesn’t happen, but it’s kind of foreign to me.

We moved houses my senior year of high school, so the room that was my childhood bedroom is in a house now owned by strangers. My parents still live in house #2, but when I got my first Real Job (tm) post-grad school and got an apartment in another city, they made it very clear that I would be taking ALL my stuff (along with some spare furniture they wanted to get rid of). The only lingering evidence of me in what used to be my room is the color I painted the walls (very 90s faux aged plaster with stenciling around the ceiling… yeah, they need to paint over that).

My grandparents all moved when they retired, so my parents’ childhood bedrooms similarly disappeared at that point (my mother’s family had already moved when she was a tween and then her bedroom got re-appropriated by one of her 4 siblings when she left for college).

My friends tend to have similar stories. Either their childhood home is no longer owned by the family, or else my friends took all their stuff when they moved out, including their old posters and toys.

Re: Fictional Experiences You Can't Identify With

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, the whole concept feels rather strange. Most people can't waste rooms like that.

My parents still live in the same house, but when we (the kids) moved out, my room was converted into a study room and my sister's room was redecorated as well. I don't know anyone who would have kept the kids' rooms as they were.

Re: Fictional Experiences You Can't Identify With

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, I've always found that trope so weird. My room got turned into a television room, and my brother's is a guest room and office. Who just leaves a room empty and never touches it?

Re: Fictional Experiences You Can't Identify With

[(Anonymous)]

People who don't have anything better to do with the space, I guess.

Re: Fictional Experiences You Can't Identify With

[(Anonymous)]

This. After my mother and her siblings moved out, my grandma ended up living alone in a house big enough for seven people, so she turned one of the now empty bedrooms into a sewing room but the others remained as they were.

Re: Fictional Experiences You Can't Identify With

[greghousesgf]

my parents don't live in the same house they did when I was a kid. I remember having to explain this to a woman in a class I was in because I mentioned visiting my parents for Thanksgiving a couple of years ago and she was all "oh you're going home for the holidays" and I go "no, it's not my home, just theirs" and she acted like she had no idea what I meant

Re: Fictional Experiences You Can't Identify With

[(Anonymous)]

Shit, my parents didn't even wait until I got a job and moved out. As soon as I left for college, they cleared it out and gave my bedroom to my younger sister. I had to sleep in her old room on summer vacation,which still had her toys from childhood.