#90 Day Fiancé

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real talk tho what are your top trash reality shows like the ones you can legit watch for hours

[hellothereimhannah]

Me reading through the DSM-5 for grad school and realizing I have more mental disorders than I originally thought

[famintaestou]

Equilíbrio é tudo 😌

[puroespanol]

Welcome, my house is my house.

[coldnymph]

[music-for-them-asses]

Back on my clown shit and watching 90 Day Fiancé again

[orrangepoem]

sophie PLEASE divorce rob and go be with a women i’m BEGGING you, you can do so much better

[michaeldavis3489]

Has Jasmine Pineda From The Television Show 90 Day Fiancé Successfully Brought Her Sons To The United States

The reality television personality, Jasmine Pineda, known for her appearance on the popular show 90 Day Fiancé, has chosen to withhold various aspects of her personal life from her devoted followers. Among these undisclosed details are pertinent facts concerning her two sons, which she has finally decided to disclose during the airing of the show's tenth season.

Jasmine, hailing from Panama City, has garnered significant recognition within the realm of reality television ever since her initial appearance on 90 Day Fiancé: Before the 90 Days. The 36-year-old Jasmine, alongside her partner Gino Palazzolo, aged 53, encountered numerous challenges in their relationship, including but not limited to issues of jealousy, anger, and insecurity

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Please more divorced CEOS even just your thoughts on it I love it

oh i'm definitely cooking up some more stuff for them ;) these losers are on my mind 24/7

the funny thing about it is that this isn't even the only divorce au i've made during these two past years HSKJGH AND THERE'S A REASON FOR THAT. pining after something you want to have is already fine and dandy but pining after something you used to have but now don't? that's the good juicy stuff right there and it works so so perfect with rhack

we got jack who HATES losing people so much to the point where i honestly don't even think he's ever personally dumped anyone before (major always the dumped, never the dumper vibes on this guy). on top of this he's also the king of holding grudges and can't let people go for the life of him, much less someone he's been full fledged married to

then we also have rhys who, yeah, knows for sure their relationship wasn't healthy BUT he too has some good ol' attachment issues and doesn't want to be alone either. rhys isn't above pining for a toxic ex-relationship and he absolutely wrestles with wanting to get back together, even tho he's a lot more subtle about it and actually TRIES to move on compared to jack. he just has his "holy shit i should call him" moments as one does

but alas, even if jack is ready to remarry rhys at the drop of a hat (he is but will very poorly pretend he isn't), rhys is doing a pretty okay job of not running back to him. they both just embarrass themselves a lil when they touch or call each other nicknames out of habit cause... they're kinda dumb

also rhack bickering is already funny enough but add in the fact that they're divorced? god they're insufferable

[you-wanna-know]

So I dyed my hair while having a crisis of identity and these are the results

[bumblingbee1]

Apparently, a British woman named Sophie came out as bi to her usamerican fiancé, and his reaction just frustrated me to no end

“I dunno what to say to that” HOW ABOUT THANKING HER FOR OPENING UP TO YOU AND REASSURING HER THAT YOU LOVE HER ALL THE SAME???

[irandomblogfulb]

Sometimes I think about this ruwuby fanfic that came out around volume 1 that follows Velvet in a fanon team. There's one chapter where Velvet discusses how often bunny faunus are seen as inheritly promiscuous which is a play on the sexy bunny girl trope as a commentary on how WOC are fetishized and often seen as sexual objects white men can project their weird deviant fantasies onto and will fly out to foreign countries to sleep with these women because they view them as easy.

Then I think to Ruwuby and how mkek dehumanised Blake, took out everything that defined her character, removed her agency and independence, and fetishized her faunus identity to turn her into this uwu cute cat waifu and arm candy to Yang and nothing else.

[pebblezone]

yaaaasss. slayyyy. doodles. yippee.

[jaeclerc]

when sebastian met charles he was a nineteen year old au pair, wondering listlessly around berlin like he was seeking out all the awful things the city had to spit at him. charles was painfully young, painfully naive, and hurting so much, it reflected in the way he did anything, breathing like every breath was a labor of resentment.

when charles met sebastian, he was a twenty nine year old computer engineer at an american company who stared at charles like maybe he had the answers to life. he was walking around berlin like berlin had something to prove to him, german accented by a generation spent in the valleys of america and the tenacious refusal to let his mother tongue die in his blood.

and then like the big bang, they expanded, from nothing to seemingly everything. in less than a week, maybe a slightly drug fueled week, sebastian was calculating how much it would cost to bring charles from berlin to san francisco with him. to break charles from the hold the grief had on his heart in that city, from the slightly abusive family he stayed with, and from his own certain death under the club lights and shitty edm.

it turned out all it cost was one TLC application and selling a little bit of his soul to the american public but that’s the price he’d pay to get charles away from there, to make sure that the world could behold him in all his glory.

america loved charles, maybe even more than sebastian did. they loved his heartbreaking story, they loved his charisma, and they loved his dimples. god did they love his fucking dimples.

america also hated charles, maybe more than he did himself. they hated his quick snap anger, they hated his eye rolling and inability to tell sebastian what hurt because how do you say “carve out every bit of hurt and there’s nothing left”, and they hated how he wasn’t some mary sue who magically recovered from a chemical dependence and the death of the three people he loved most.

america just plain hated sebastian. they hated his cockiness, they hated how he was just as quick to get angry as charles, and they hated how he always let charles get away with being the world’s biggest brat to him.

but every time charles took his credit card to shop, all sebastian could think about was how much he loved that charles was smiling more. when charles snapped at him, all sebastian could do was snap back and be happy that charles was able to feel safe enough to be pissy with him.

america made charles into a brat, is what everyone claims. but it was less america and more sebastian, who indulged him at every turn. and if america truly made charles into a brat, spoiled, with rounder cheeks, more thickness in his pretty waist, and dollar signs in his beautiful eyes, then sebastian pledged his allegiance to america because he loved it.

when charles whined about how foggy san francisco was and how small their apartment was, seb bought him a town house. when he was unhappy about sebastian’s old (but trusty in seb’s eyes) prius, sebastian bought him a mercedes.

america hated that charles said he’d rather a ferrari. america didn’t understand that charles was referencing an inside joke to his childhood dream of being a certified ferrari owner. nor the fact that sebastian promised to make him one.

america loved charles for what they could mould their image of him into, not who he was. they made him out to be a bratty, greedy, overly aloof and yet clingy temptation that caught the rich man he was dying for.

they never saw the actual inside look of sebastian and charles, of how sebastian held charles as he sobbed through his pain on the anniversary of the accident. how they had absolutely no hired staff to clean their house while charles lived like a prince, despite the snark reddit’s claim to the contrary. he cleaned the house by himself, he paid all their bills and kept all their documents tidy, he prepped all the ingredients for seb to cook when he got home (after the disastrous attempt that was the ill fated Food Poisoning Of Their One Year, charles never cooked), he planned their vacations and their weekends, all around his appointments and doctor’s visits.

america wasn’t interested in also learning about how charles had severe narcolepsy and PTSD. they didn’t want the story of a disabled young man with only his husband as his friend. they didn’t realize that the excess fog and darkness made his symptoms worse. that the prius was uncomfortable to sleep in for long car rides to his appointments, which seb had to drive him to.

they didn’t realize that sebastian loved caring for charles, loved giving him the life he didn’t get to have for a long time, that charles was so intentional with his spending of their money, that charles was undeniably spoiled but that he spoiled sebastian just as badly.

some people picked up on charles being a brat to indulge seb, that it was a game they played, a way for them to check on each other, and to get all their desires out without being afraid of repercussions.

charles made sebastian soften, made him slow down, take a break, and sit with him. he made sebastian take days or even a week off because he wanted to build a life with charles that didn’t involve him always being away. he wanted to slow down, sniff the flowers, be intentional about his actions.

charles made sebastian want to have slow sex, the kind that stretched for hours, softening both their bodies like summer sun warmed taffy and filling them both with love.

he made sebastian want to maintain the planter boxes on their windows with all of charles’ favorite flowers, watering them and giving them love and care, a visual of them. a visual of charles, blooming under sebastian’s hands and time.

he made sebastian want to write poetry about his whimpers when he fucked him, his snores when he fell asleep on the kitchen floor and sebastian had to carry him to the couch, his hands as they wrapped themselves around his coffee mug, his dimples as he laughed, his eyes when he fluttered his eyelashes as he tried to convince sebastian to go to singapore (“come onnnn, chéri! you know it��d be so fun to watch the race live this year), his nose as he wrinkles it at the taste of his medicines every morning, his messy brown hair as he wakes up.

charles made sebastian finally start living a life he loved instead of just existing in one he was okay with and for that, sebastian would do anything for charles.

sebastian first made charles want to exist, to see him at least one more time. then he made him want to live, want to actually stay awake to see life.

at first, america thought charles was in it to get to the states and be a sugar baby. then they thought he wanted to just be a kept man. then they thought he was an overly spoiled brat. then they realized that sebastian and charles were fucking insane enough to match each other and that maybe they were doing the world a service by keeping both of out of the dating pool because they were terrible, like a car wreck you couldn’t stop looking at.

[metzintli]

jedi survivor doodle wips

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