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Me staring in horror at the women who ‘give’ their husbands sex so they’ll get off their ass and do the dishes/take care of their kids.

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patriarchy has brainwashed women to believe that they are supposed to associate love with pain, sex with pain, beauty with pain and not treated with basic human decency, hence why so many of them put themselves down, even take pride in their pain

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Nothing just thinking about how old Andrew was when everything happened. 

Andrew was only 7 when he was forced to say please. The same age where you’re probably learning how to tie your shoes. The same age where you’re playing pretend. The same age where you’re leaving out cookies for Santa.

Andrew was only 13 when Drake threatened to assault his brother if they ever met. 13 when he realized that Aaron wasn’t safe either. 17 when he came to terms with killing Tilda

Andrew was 20 when Drake decided to rape him again. I don’t think reality set in either; laughing as Drake did it. Asking if Aaron had ever been hurt like him. If he had ever been touched like him.

Still 20 when Riko paid therapists to assault him over and over. Reliving the trauma. Reliving his childhood.

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This is so Andrew coded

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

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im screaming

”so possessive,” “of course I am, everything I own fits in one bag”🌀 6/6 Foxhole Court overlays.

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if i were in this locker room it wouldve gotten wicked

New year, new obsession 🦊

I'm glad I looked past the first sentences of aftg, which really made me want to just close the book and never open it again. After a while, I somehow fell in love with that mess 💓

No specific scene or anything, just thought about how I imagine Andrew, Aaron and Kevin could look like (kind of at least)

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captive prince?!? yes//no ?!?

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fake idgafer i saw you beat up four men for being homophobic to your cousin. i saw you kill your brother’s abuser. i saw you befriend a kindhearted religious girl even though you knew the others would tease you. i saw you offer two traumatized boys protection when they thought they would never get any. i saw you ask “how many kids” when you found out that your abuser targeted more people. i saw you sitting on the roof even though you’re afraid of heights because you didn’t want to feel nothing anymore

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Mom can I get a bedtime story?

“Neil Josten let his cigarettes burn to the filter without taking a drag…”

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Fully convinced that Aaron is one of those nurses that looks like they fucking hate their job.

(all except for the traumatized children/teenagers cause he sees himself in them)

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"be his worst nightmare” how about stop obsessing over a man who doesn’t think about you at all

the “femme fatale” is a masculine fantasy. you’re kidding yourself if you think men are intimidated by it. Get a hobby

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Once the foxes become more comfortable with each other, they begin to nag. Mostly little things, usually humorous things. They nag on Nicky for being too forward sometimes. They nag on Neil for his horrible life habits. They nag on Dan for her mother henning. They nag on Kevin for everything. It's fun, it's what families do. They all just pick on each other for fun.

It takes a little longer for them to feel comfortable nagging Andrew though, which, is understandable, but one of the first things they start picking on him for is his lack of communication in general. He NEVER talks. They just want him to participate sometimes.

Renee and Neil find this funny because Andrew talks A LOT just not around the foxes. He's not comfortable.

See, Andrew is fucking weird. Everyone knows this, but the foxes think he's weird in a “mysterious, murder you in your sleep, was totally the kid everyone thought was going to shoot up the school” kind of weird.

Andrew is not that kind of weird. He's a different breed entirely. He plans out how he'd survive the apocalypse, any of them. He is constantly fighting back the most wild intrusive thoughts. He is 24/7 existential crisis. His head is a wild fucking place.

But he is trying. Making progress. Trying to be more open and approachable, as Bee says. So he talks. Out Loud.

And the foxes hate him.

In the most monotonous voice ever

“Do you ever feel like your bones are dirty? Like, I could totally strip my meat suit and just give my ribs a good bleaching.”

“If that light fell out of the ceiling it would kill at least three of you and seriously injure the rest of us.”

“Nothing is stopping me from buying five ice cream flavors at once, but I'm learning self-control and Bee would be disappointed.”

“Currently having a manic episode. Should I A.) call Bee, tell her I'm not doing too great, and talk about my symptoms and how to best cope? B.) find the nearest mall and spend every dime I have in less than thirty minutes. Or C.) go apeshit and try to fight anyone and everyone who looks at me in a less-than-kind way. Children included.

*stage whisper* there's a secret fourth option but I'm saving it for later ;) (pronounced Semicolon left facing open parentheses. Yes he says this out loud)”

disappears for less than five minutes and comes back with three furrbies and a corndog, one that is obviously not from the mall's food court.

He's so fucking weird. Like, weirder than Neil, and it's awful (so good dude, the foxes eat it up)

And it's not the manic Andrew on meds. It's just Andrew. He's still Andrew. He's still quiet most of the time and he is still grumpy and apathetic, but he's also comfortable enoughto just blurt random shit out and have fun watching everyone figure out how to respond. He's found safety in his new family and he can openly be who he is without fear of judgment or rejection. He's happy in a way he's never felt nor ever thought he'd get to experience. He's just Andrew.

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if god didn't want me to have sinful thoughts then why did he make submisive pathetic looking men

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doodling my boys just to feel something

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Every sanegiyuu fic ever

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia