#I hate you cause your mom stole your dad from me

[alltoounwellll]

“but regulus and snape are the same”

regulus would never spend his adult life bullying a child because it looked like his ex’s lover now would he????

[skitskatdacat63]

I realized I have the right clothes to dress like young Oppenheimer, so I drew my oc in my suit 🤭

I draw her in suits a lot, so the top drawing is her typical suit! But then the second one is based off my irl one 🤭

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH MY BELOVED WIFE RÜßIE <3 SHE IS SO HANDSOMEEEE <3

I think every time I draw, I just feel more deranged about her(if that's even possible) 🥺 I love drawing her face sm

[strawberryshortcake0413]

Last hope (part 2)

Characters:yandere Leon S Kennedy (older version) x reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dark-themed topics, such as kidnapping, depression, suicidal thoughts, non-consent, unwanted pregnancy,etc

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. MDNI

Warning: yandere Leon Kennedy, kidnapping, non-consent, depressed reader, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, unwanted pregnancy, emotional & mental abuse, out of character leon, smut etc

@ianrkives credits for the divider, thank you!

The pictures used does not belong to me!!!

Chapters: pt1 pt3 pt4

4 months. That's how long Leon kept you in his hell of a house. From being the freest soul on earth, doing whatever you wanted to be kept in a single room with nothing but a bed, and a window.

You learned one or two things about him during the months of “rest” as he says. If you willingly participate in his role-playing scenario, he lets you roam around the house freely with him as a tour guide.

The deep dark circle below your eyes was slowly turning to the same color your cheeks were. During the day you didn't have to feel like a failure, like you always did, whether it was in school, university, or work.

You hated to admit it, but his house seemed like an escape from your busy life. Even if most people would either pity you or see an opportunity to step on you like killing an insect after learning of your past, something about it seemed familiar. Almost as if you wanted to go back to your old life before Leon kidnapped you. Your old life was the escape from your current situation

“Fine,” you thought just before your consciousness went back to remember your accomplishments in life. You're not the kind of person who lies to themselves. You had a pretty hard life. Especially your childhood, which gave you an unhealable wound that would last a lifetime.

Now thinking, it was a silly dream of you to think you would be a famous singer. You sang well, maybe when you were 10, you had to toughen up for the harsh life.

But seriously. How many people become surgeons from a girl who had nothing but a public school education? Do people think it was easy to get a full-ride scholarship? Maybe to some rich kids with ties. But even with words, no one could explain the pain you went through to get here. Just for a random old guy to steal everything you had, just like your mom.

“Oh. Her?” You chuckled to yourself causing Leon to turn in your direction while he typed something on his computer.

She stole you from a good childhood, your first boyfriend, and almost your only chance of escaping her, scholarship. The bitch tried to hide your letters from you, lucky you to have a mother like this. Fortunately, you found them under her bed while she was passed out on the couch 2 days before the due date to respond. And to even think about the time you caught her sleeping with your first boyfriend.

Hope both of them are burning in hell.

All of this suffering, even your mother's failure in becoming a parent could have ended with a simple procedure. But no. Your mom decided to keep a baby she knew she couldn't love and take care of. Hell. You don't even know who your dad was. Or what he looked like.

“What are you smiling at? Baby” Leon came to interrupt your bitter thoughts, pushing back your hair behind the ear.

You stared at him like a beaten cat. Leon was proud of how far you came. From cursing and yelling every second to being calm around him was a big deal to the man.

“You're a happy baby? Is it me? Am I making you happy?” Leon smiled, giving you showers of kisses on your neck, lips, and cheek.

“Yeah,” you replied sarcastically, going back to thinking about yourself.

“Aw, don't be like that. You know daddy does everything to make you happy” Leon said, laying you on the bed, starting to kiss your neck again.

Leon's smile turned to a grin as he saw his angel giggling happily. He slowly crept his hand under your shirt, squeezing a breast in one hand while the other worked to cup your cunt.

“Fuck. What-” you started, the zoning out session interrupted again. As his tongue entered your mouth, you kissed him back out of the habit you developed for the last few months.

“Shh. Daddy got you” he said, pulling away to throw off his shirt before doing the same to yours. His breath hitched as he took in the scene before him. Your two perky nipples reveal themselves to his hungry eyes. He took one in his wet mouth causing you to breathe out heavily.

“Leon-”

He pulled away quickly, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Who?” He muttered. His dear dove rolled her eyes and whispered a nickname he gave himself.

“Louder baby. Daddys can't hear you when you talk like a mouse” he chuckled.

“How much do you want to humiliate me??” You yelled out in weeks for the first time. Leon signed as he realized he had to come to reality to face the truth. The blonde wanted so badly to believe his darling stopped this phase of rage.

“Baby, if you keep acting like a spoiled brat, I would have no choice but to spank you. I know how much you hate it” Leon says calmly.

You thought about the situation for a few seconds before deciding getting spanked was more humiliating.

“Daddy,” you said silently before hiding your face in the pillow.

Leon turned you around and started pulling down the shorts you wore along with your cotton underwear.

Just get it over with.

Leon immediately started to slurp at your cunt before gently biting your clit.

“You were a bad girl today. You know how bad girls get it right?” he says as he pulls down his jeans. Leon groaned as his hard cock slammed against his belly. “Open your eyes, baby,” he says as he lays on top of you.

You hesitantly opened one of your eyes before doing the same to the other, not wanting to get Leon angry.

Around 2 months ago, he slapped you so hard you felt sore in your mouth for 2 days. At the time you felt good causing him pain, even if you got the price. Unfortunately, the price was learning to never bite his dick, or you get slapped across the cheek so hard you fall on the floor.

As you popped your pretty eyes to him, he lined his cock to your entrance, guiding it up and down. The simulation makes both of the pair groan. Leon smirked as he felt slick forming around his dick, making slick sounds.

“No fingering since you were a bad girl. And what bad girls get?” Leon groaned as his tip twitched.

“No prep” you gasped as he pushed it all in one push. Your hands on his chest tried to push him back, causing Leon to lock your hands above your head.

Leon soon started moving, at a pace he felt pleasure. Today was not about you, you needed to learn your lesson. His dove wriggled while moaning.

“Feels good doesn't it? You just gotta ask daddy” Leon groaned as your legs wrapped around his torso.

“D-Daddy…” you whined as he rubbed your clit furiously. The man groaned loudly as you clenched around him, almost making him see stars.

Leon increased his thrusts as his dove started to moan louder than before. Clenching like your life depended on it.

“Daddy… i-im I'm gonna c-cummm” you whined before gushing all over Leon's dick.

“Bad girl. Who allowed you to finish?” he barked, slapping your clit causing you to squirt. He groaned in satisfaction, the feeling of your come with the whine that came out of you, popping the pressure in his lower belly.

You could feel the warm, liquid seeds flowing inside you.

For the past few hours, you figured the nostalgia you had in mind is not the one most people think it is. You were so used to getting shitty treatments, you started treating yourself like shit. You can't even think of a nice memory without someone stabbing your back.

“Dove, the breakfast is ready. Daddy made you your favorite.” Leon grinned as he placed a plate with some salad and yogurt.

He affectionately stroked your tears-stained cheeks. You sat on the chair, if anyone saw you, they would have thought you didn't have a spine.

You gave up. It was your last breakdown. You promised yourself, that no matter what happens, you are going to go back into your life. Even if it was shitty. You can change the coming events to go back. The future. It was your last hope. For yourself.

But again, it wasn't even clear if you would make it out alive. It was either you kill yourself or giving in to his dreams. If Leon manages to get you to obey his wishes, you will lose yourself. The only thing that you have, your achievements. You loved your career too much to end it like this. All those sufferings can not be meaningless like this. If you have to give up, you should at least try to be free.

Leon noticed the change of attitude you had, from barking at his face or ignoring him completely, you were being a good girl. Helping him clean up the house, letting him kiss you without resistance, and following his rules.

“Daddy… can I… have orange juice…” you muttered, trying not to be embarrassed. Leon's smile grew upon hearing you correctly address him. He pats your head gently before kissing your temple.

Pouring some natural juice he chose at the store in the plastic cup so that his dove can't harm anyone in the process of dining.

You took the cup and sipped the juice as Leon stared at you. Maybe it was time to get to know him more. At least who he was.

“Daddy… Can I ask you something?” You mumbled silently. Leon raised his eyebrows in response. What possibly could his angel be asking him about?

“Yeah… What is it?” Leon asked cautiously, he can't let you know unnecessary details of this evil world filled with a bunch of monsters.

“Um… I… what… what do you… like?” You muttered. You thought getting to know him was easy, asking a few questions and done. Your pathway to freedom, aka your life. It was stupid to ask about his personal life all of a sudden after you didn't give a single shit about him for more than 4 months.

Leon narrowed his eyes, the question was fine but the way you worded it seemed suspicious to him.

“What do I like? About what baby?” Leon asked as he turned his back to you while cleaning the counter as an excuse.

“Um… just what you like to do,” you said while sipping your juice. Why were you so awkward? The real you didn't hesitate to say shit in front of anyone about them. But now you were scared of what he would think of you.

“I love taking care of you, love. Now sleep. It's your bedtime” he smiled as his fingers tapped on his watch indicating 9 pm.

[shmaimy]

Okay, I had a thought a few days ago and have been trying to get it right. But. I think I figured it out. (Don't expect 100% accuracy)

So, Pallas and Athena. Athena bursts out of Zeus' head, and confusion and chaos and Hera, so Athena ends up at Triton's camp/school/military base thing. There, she meets Pallas, Triton's daughter, and as such, is Poseidon's granddaughter. The two become close, very close. I've seen them be close as sisters and be lovers, and I'm not 100% sure what they were, but, I mean, they were Greek...

Nevertheless, Pallas means everything to Athena. Athena grows close with Pallas' family, I mean, her mom lives in her dad's head and said dad kicked her out, so...

Then, tragedy strikes. Pallas dies at Athena's hand. Whether it is a true accident, or Zeus' pride... Athena doesn't know what to think. She is sent away, basically banished by the grieving, who forget that she, too, is grieving a great loss.

Poseidon remains bitter, and continues pushing Athena away. They both remain bitter towards the other for thousands of years, and encourage their children to do so as well.

Put a pin in that.

Remember how there were a bunch of people that were really angry about Annabeth's casting? They were wrong, of course, but hear me out. Leah does look practically opposite to how Annabeth was described in the books. In fact, Walker looks more like Annabeth than Leah does (though, you gotta admit, they are their characters irl too, especially Walker)(also, i think the Annabeth being assumed to not be smart because she was blonde doesn't work as well as institutionalized and the many other types of racism. Athena's "gift/curse/however Annabeth described it" is still at play, so people really need to stop it with the hate towards Leah and Riordan)

ANYWAY I think it would be interesting if they made blondeness/light hair a Poseidon trait, and that's why Athena has avoided it like the plague since Pallas' death: its too painful. Contrastly, Poseidon gives his children light hair in honor of Pallas, as well as to torment Athena.

Specifically, Percy looks basically exactly like Pallas. It would drive this point further if the casting of Athena looks just like Annabeth, too. Thus, when Athena first tells Percy, "I do not approve of your relationship with my daughter," we see so much more than just a spat over Athens (I mean, really, a salt water spring?), we see a romance to last the ages, and a tragedy who's thorns grow ever sharper. Athena is not just being selfish, not wanting a reminder of love lost, but she knows the fierceness of an ocean's love, and would not wish it lost on anyone, especially one of her own. Percy has had a choice thrust upon him: he will be the prophecy child. To the best of everyone's knowledge, Percy will die at 16. Athena will do everything in her power to not hear her daughter cry tears over a child of the sea, not even she knows then so well herself.

(It could also be interesting if Percy looks like a mix of Athena and Pallas (because we know genetics are weird with the Gods), since that would cause extra pain in Athena's heart)(also makes Poseidon extra sad)

(OR Athena makes all her children look like Pallas to honor her. I don't like that one as much)

I also really like an idea I had that it was NOT Poseidon and Athena who invented the chariot, or however that went. Pallas and Athena invented it together, and Athena still uses that first chariot to this day.

Also, it could add some nuance to the Mark of Athena. When the Romans stole Athena, they erased Pallas from her story. Minerva looks like Pallas, and her love for Pallas is gone. She is not just searching for herself, she is searching for the string so interwoven with her own they are the same: she is searching for the soulmate erased from her story.

ALSO, or would be interesting to see this dynamic play out in the 4th book, when Percy is thought to be dead.

I want this to be released as a short film (I would be a great Pallas???? Think about it???? Am I selfish to think that??? Ambitious??? Yes???? What's your point?????????)

[lazysublimeengineer]

i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind

Summary: This place made me feel worthless.

Characters: Michael Kaiser & Alexis Ness

(A/N: Please be mindful of the tags. Some of scenes and dialogues are excerpts from the manga itself hence the spoiler tags. I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this inspirational song.)

Quick, quick Tell me something awful Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy Tell me all your secrets All you'll ever be is My eternal consolation prize You see I was a debutant in another life but Now I seem to be scared to go outside If comfort is a construct I don't believe in good luck Now that I know what's what

His startingly blue eyes stared dully at the poor excuse of a house in front of him before he gripped the straps of his backpack and left.

Another day.

Another day of roaming around the streets of the city instead of going back to school to learn something worthwhile and trying to make ends meet.

His good for nothing drunkard father was completely passed out in the living room with the bottle of beer in his hand.

Instead of holding a pen and paper, he's holding a bottle of milk and some inane object he stole from a store and buried it in the confines of his rusty backpack.

The only consolation prize he got from this disgusting ordeal was being away from the cage he was in and the sharp claws of his own father for a few hours.

“Wait? Is that Kaiser?” A familiar voice reached his line of hearing from somewhere among the crowd.

“I think he is. Hey Kaiser! Kaiser!” One of the boys called out his name.

He blatantly ignored his classmates’ voices and disappeared from the crowd.

He hated it here.

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears I'm there most of the year Cause I hate it here I hate it here

As he flipped to another page of the book he was reading, quick knocks from his bedroom door filled his ears.

“Alexis! Hurry up! You still need to help mom and dad in the lab downstairs for their new experiment! Bring the rest of the equipment to the lab!” Her sister’s impatient and commanding voice reached his line of hearing.

With a small sigh leaving his lips, he put a bookmark on the page of his book and closed it, returning it to its shelf carefully before he stood up from his chair.

“Alright. I’ll be down there in a sec!” He answered hastily before he heard the receding footsteps of his sister away from his room.

A deep sigh escaped from Ness’ lips as he stared blankly at the surroundings outside his windows before his gaze left and lingered on the book he put in the shelf a while ago.

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett.

For a moment, Ness wanted to get lost inside a place where everything was possible.

When all you need was a key to open the wonders and magic of a place with never-ending spellbinding beauty and mesmerizing worth of hopes and dreams in life.

It was the only period that Ness could blindly believe in the lucidity of his ideas and creativity and wiped out the glaring facts of the reality of his life.

His lips twitched before he looked away and left his room.

He hated the confines of this house where he needed to conform to the rules and logic of his family that didn’t made sense to him.

It didn’t made sense to him to have them push their ideas and ideals of what he should be and shouldn’t be thinking about.

He hated it here.

My friends used to play a game where We would pick a decade We wished we could live in instead of this I'd say the 1830s but without all the racists and getting married off for the highest bid

The ball bounced back to him after he kicked it to the wall.

One of his hands had caught it effortlessly into his grasp and he slumped down on the ground, wincing slightly at the shred of pain that sent his nerves throbbing in every fiber of his being.

He was in a terrible luck today as his father decided to kicked him and punched the living daylights out of him earlier this day because he brought him the wrong brand of milk to him.

His right arm was already mutilated to the point that it was forming a deep, purplish bruise that was hiding underneath his black hoodie. However, pain seemed to be a usual thing for Kaiser as the hole of dull emptiness seemed to fill his entire being throughout the day.

As long as he had his ball with him, he could spend the whole day entertaining himself before he went back into the house where he’d probably find his father sleeping drunkenly on the couch or in the ground instead.

When Kaiser kicked the ball onto the wall and was about to catch it, a searing pain throbbed again on his right arm when he unconsciously raised it. This made him flinch and grimace at the unpleasant feeling, failing to catch the ball and fly past him.

“Ah, you should be careful! It almost hit me!” A young, boyish voice exclaimed somewhere around the lot which made Kaiser turn around and came face to face with a boy who had wide, expressive amethyst eyes and messy, brown hair.

The ball was situated perfectly under his heel like... he trapped it there...

Kaiser blinked owlishly and was almost impressed by the sight before a scowl was painted on his features.

He wasn’t easily impressed by strangers. Much less of a kid who screamed old money and probably had a silver spoon on his mouth.

“Then watch where you’re going.” He replied simply as he caught the ball easily in his grasp which made the other boy blink a few times at him before a wide smile inched across his lips.

“You play soccer too?” The boy asked in amazement, ignoring his last words.

Kaiser pursed his lips and turned his back on him. “Get lost kid. Or else you’ll get mugged here.” He replied coldly and didn’t wait for his reply as he left him standing there alone in the field.

I'm lonely but I'm good I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose This place made me feel worthless Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me, and in my fantasies I rise above it And way up there, I actually love it

Ness could feel the coldness seeping into his veins as he lay on the ground, the desperation and despair intertwining themselves at his very core as he realized that they might lose in this match.

Was no one capable of receiving his passes and shoot it inside the net?!

As he wallowed in self-despair and recriminations, a voice caught his attention and he found himself staring at a pair of cerulean irises and long, wavy sandy locks which danced across the breeze of the air.

“Do you believe in the impossible?”

Ness could only blink at him owlishly. “Huh?”

“Just now. The thought of giving up flashed in your mind. Am I wrong?”

“Eh...” A confused expression was dancing along his face as he didn’t immediately understand what the other was trying to say.

“That kind of thinking is a curse. Stupid scrub. The moment people believe things are impossible, they are programmed to give up. A useless survival mechanism. But that’s the thought process of the weak. While you protect your pathetic hide, you kill and seal off your potential...”

Ness listened to him in silence, trying to absorb his words in his frazzled mind and despairing soul.

“Sacrificing your talent in exchange for living a long and tedious life. Those trash who do that are the ones I hate the most.” The blond held a look of quiet disdain in his eyes as he watched the other players from the other side of the field.

“I’ll admit our opponents are good. But they’re only executing what is possible at a very high level. I don’t see a truly strong player among them. But you are different.”

He shot a glance at Ness again.

“Your dribbling... the timing of your passes... You were imagining plays one step ahead. But you didn’t have a partner who understood your ideas...”

Ness’ heart pounded erratically inside his chest at the implication of his words.

“With me... All of your ideas will become possible.”

Kaiser stared at him intently and offered his hand to him. “Get up. Let’s do this loser.”

“Ah...” Ness could only stare at him with a starstruck look on his face.

“Well?” Kaiser watched at him in silent anticipation.

He swallowed thickly as he finally decided. One of Ness’ hands had reached out for Kaiser’s offered hand and grasped it firmly.

“Okay.”

At that moment, Ness decided to trust him and let himself be guided in the light of Kaiser’s possibilities.

I hate it here so I will go to Secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears I'm there most of the year Cause I hate it here I hate it here

Quick quick Tell me something awful Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy

(A/N: When I first heard the song, ‘I hate it here’ from the Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology album of Taylor, I immediately knew that this is Kaiser and Ness childhood coded song so before my Muse eluded me, I quickly wrote this one-shot AU. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[painter-of-madness]

Entry 1 I was always told some new scenery could do the mind some good. At least that’s what I told myself during the move. This is the first time I've ever lived on my own. Although the taste of complete independence is invigorating it's also mildly daunting. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to get as far away from my hometown as soon as I could. This house, which I now own, was dirt cheap which caused me some concern. My apprehension only grew when I found the house wasn't a decrepit mess and was in a fairly decent location. Okay, I suppose the location isn’t the best but it isn’t the kind of place that’d strike fear into the hearts of the average middle class person. It's nice, especially considering how cheap it was. Although, there are some rooms locked off, that's an easy enough fix though. And hey It’s home. Flaws and all, it’s a taste of freedom. It's a one story, with three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. It's spacious enough... All the walls are white. The cold, sterile, sort of white that hurts your eyes if you stare at it for too long. But white is a blank canvas, begging to be something more. And that's what I intend to do.  I didn’t come from much. I was the kind of kid that got into a decent college from scholarships and working my ass off. Things weren't handed to me. So I'm not going to shy away from a challenge. My dad walked out on us when I was a preteen. So it was just me, my mom, and little brother. I know some convince themselves my moving away was a form of abandoning my family. Like father like son, or some shit about running from my problems instead of facing responsibilities. Maybe it’s partly true, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone but myself. I don’t hate my family. I like to hope that once my mom makes peace with my distance maybe we won't be estranged. Maybe that's naive of me. Since my dad left, part of the task of taking care of my brother was put on me. Due to this, much of my childhood was filled with resentment. My younger angsty teenage self would tell you they stole my youth from me like some selfish monsters that feed on the misery and suffering from others. But as an adult, I know better. My mom was never the same since dad left and she never really wanted to be a mother. Not that it excuses anything, but sometimes life isn’t fair. Life doesn’t care when you’re stressed or at your wits end. It’s up to you to make more of it. And I suppose that’s what I’m doing… Or attempting to. And hey, at least she was there… I want to make something better for myself. If I lived with my family in that fucking town for another year I was going to put my head in a wood chipper. I think that’s a good note to end this on… I don’t know. I’m new to this and I think I’m starting to ramble. I also don't like thinking about my childhood for long. I'm sure some psychologist would push me to dwell on that more for that exact reason. Comfort doesn't build character. Until next time. 

[leetlbug]

"were you the stares into candles for hours type of pyromaniac, or did you set fires for fun"

i mean i wouldn't really call it fun, like, obviously i'm destroying property, haha, so funny (derogatory)

technically I did both. I also bought hundreds of dollars worth of fireworks one year (with money that i stole from my parents) and almost set my house up in flames, but it's whatever, nbd

Once upon a time, about a month ago, i was having a real bad day, like, real shitty life hadn't been going well for months kind of bad day (it's not better, btw, if you're wondering) so obviously instead of being a sane person and just playing video games about it, I literally sat in my bedroom flicking a lighter over and over again to where I got a blister on my thumb, and even when it popped, I continued to do it because it just felt good

and then I went for a walk. At 3am.

I walked five miles, and then I set some fires, and man, it was nice. Biggest one I've done in a while, I did my usual "is anyone actually living here?" walk around, it was an abandoned building, the roof was pretty much gone anyway from a previous fire, not by my doing

and I went a little fire happy. And I got lost in the beauty of it and the next thing I knew, there were three fire engines and six cop cars pulling into the long driveway behind me.

so I kind of got arrested? like, they took me in, asked me what the fuck was up, I said "idk, i'm just not having a good time right now" not telling them that I had an absolutely great time doing what I just did, but u kno, whatever. I had to fill out a bunch of paperwork, got mentally evaluated with the usual "are you feeling like harming yourself or others" and whatnot, I room mate was getting up to go to work by this point, so he wasn't gonna come bail me out, so they just let me sleep it off. Couldn't call anyone else, cause I didn't have my phone on me, so I had no numbers, cause who the fuck memorizes numbers any more? who am i gonna call, my parents? "Hey mom and dad, just wanted to let you know that your child still hasn't gotten over their disorder lmao please don't hate me or anything, but I probably won't get better unless i do therapy about it, and i'm not ready to get into that rn"

Got slapped with a $500 fine, so on top of my massive piling up shitty debt pile I've gotta deal with, now I have like two months to pay back 500 dollars because I was an idiot and got caught, and I "got off easy for a first offense" first offense as far as they were aware. anyway, I got a new lighter last week, wanna see it?

it's my favorite color. I may or may not have spent 50 dollars on lighter fluid, but i'm not gonna worry about that rn.

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: hsmtmts 2x01-2x12

gina saying ‘i’m gonna make my mark’ while walking through nini and ricky, causing them to break their handhold…yeah.

poor gina, she likes ricky so much

that was harsh, ricky didn’t deserve that.

oh my God, nini’s ‘team kourt’ pullover is so cute

blondie has a great voice but she’s a shit person, i have to say

kourt, ash and gina did so good but i kinda wish ashs voice wasn’t at the forefront

i officially hate blondie, how dare her laugh at big red falling???

ashlyn as belle my beloved <3

I KNEW SHE WAS A SPY

the hearts on nini’s face, aw

lmfaoooo he’s in denver

‘…i’m taking it in stride’ ‘you’re dressed in all black’ pls

big red saying valentine’s day is centered around the color red so he should have it on lock and pointing to his hair was hilarious i love him

ricky definitely has some buried feelings for gina cause there’s no other reason why their scenes are now slightly awkward in that cute way it is when characters have mutual feelings for each other and don’t know how to act esp when one half is in a relationship 🤭

‘there are just some things i tell you that i don’t tell anybody else’ ‘i think we do that for each other’ who else is doing it like them? definitely not rini lmao

not ricky shushing gina cause nini’s calling??? now why would he do that if he didn’t feel slightly guilty for hanging out with her? emotionally cheating ricky we love you🫂

big red and ashlyn are so adorable together

GOD RICKY AND THE CHOCOLATES, I CANT BREATHE

the way ricky immediately sent that text to gina, he’s so fucking obvious 😭

‘love you, mom!’ seb is so cute

kourt as lead when??

ricky’s fucking face when he sees nini’s voicemail and gina’s text 😭

reds song was saurrr cute

ricky’s down so bad, gina didn’t even say anything funny and he immediately lost it

‘what, do i need to send you a random box of chocolates to prove it? 😏’ gina is literally the only one so far who brings out ricky’s flirty side

‘i go big, gina. you know that.’ GOD

kinda wanna throw hands with mr mazzara for being there for ej but not willing to be there for ricky earlier

need someone to notice something’s wrong with gina and hug her

is gina leaving again? kinda getting that vibe

gina’s performance was AMAZING

WOW i think that’s genuinely the best cover of ‘the climb’ i’ve ever heard

‘i’ve never been accused of being speechless’ 🫂

oh wow, they stole their beauty and the beast idea

‘i’m ready to come home’

‘what would you ask your future self?’ ‘trick question, gaston’s dead!’ he’s not wrong 😭

ricky’s allergic to change and it’s definitely his parents fault

‘i wouldn’t quit on us, if i wasn’t moving away’

‘nini’s back and…he’s so happy now’ SHE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY, TOO!!!!

espionage 😭😭

gina finally got a hug 🥹

ricky saying he’d ask if the beast and belle were still together in the future + nini writing that song…yeah, they were built to fall apart

‘oh my God, is your phone hungry?!’ lmfaoooo

‘do you really think they’d steal from us?’ ‘i would :D’ pls?? gina’s so funny 😭

‘if you leave me unsupervised with their costumes i cannot promise i won’t go all gina 1.0 in there’ lmfao i love her

the way i gasped in sync with everyone else when that kid called the costume fugly 😭

ricky and nini is the worst relationship on the show

OH MY GOD???

okay, i did NOT see howie being the beast coming

‘miss jen, we didn’t break anything’ ‘would you like me to be the first?’ miss jen said her hands are rated E for everyone

‘keep our heads down and our chins up’ ‘i don’t think that’s physically possible’ ‘it’s an expression, sebastian!’ she’s so done with him 😭

rini needs to end, they aren’t good together at all

i already hate ej’s dad, he sounds so full of himself and he’s only said a few words lmao

kourt’s mom is the best parent on the show i fear

damn, all the relationships are imploding this ep

i would’ve preferred gina and ej just being friends tbh

i feel bad for nini and ricky of course, but their relationship was not it

okayyyy an andi mack reunion!! i’m here for it!

i love the song and video they made, i just wish ricky was there, too

gina is so damn shippable cause why am i here thinking her and jack would be cute together

ricky’s song is so good

ej showing up at the airport…ricky should’ve ran into gina there on his way home and they should’ve taken an uber together or something

‘i think i may have played troy at one point’ pls 😭

lily’s incredibly annoying

seblos 🥹

oh fuck, ricky fell 😭

the musical is really good

A BIG BROTHER FIGURE, I’M CRYING

lily stole the harness, didn’t she?

well.

‘i’ve always seen your name in lights’ oh my God, they’re so cute!!!

why can’t gina ever just be happy?!?

Gina and nini’s friendship (i use that word loosely lmao) is cute

nini being more upset about her and gina than ricky and gina…she doesn’t give a fuck about him dkgjfjs

oh wow, gina’s definitely gonna introduce nini to her brother

‘are you happy?’ miss jen is already better than both of ricky’s parents just by asking that simple question

i’m so glad they dropped out

oh brother

the cast performing you are the music in me 🫶🏻🥹

aww, olivia crying 🥺

that’s a wrap on s2 and if you made it to the end of this lb, pat yourself on the back lmfao

[kabillieu]

CW for gun culture, I guess. Also, this went long, so here's a break:

Today, my parents took us to Burger King for a cheeseburger because my eldest loves them and has been missing eating them. My parents hate spending money going out to eat and they hate fast food, so it was a nice thing to do.

While there, a tall white man wearing a tank top, very short neon athletic shorts, and a backpack came in. He was immediately out-of-place. Leaving, I noticed he had parked his bicycle outside. I don't know anything about bikes, but it looked like a vintage road bike. My parents live in a small town in the South. No one exercises outside. My parents are considered eccentric because they go on long walks and my dad runs. There are no sidewalks. There is no culture of cycling. There is no culture of walking around in athletic short-shorts. Inside Burger King there were 1.) retirees, 2.) families with small children, and 3.) blue-collar workers in various uniforms on their lunch break.

There's a lot I have to say about the culture of conformity in small towns and in the South both generally and specifically. I won't get into that here because I want to talk about the god awful fear I have of guns in a country that refuses to appropriately regulate guns in a geographical area that defiantly celebrates guns. In a larger city somewhere else I might have never noticed this man, but he was so out of place visually, which is why I initially noticed him, and then I realized he was also acting erratically too. First he walked to a table without ordering and put his backpack down. And then he was rummaging around in his backpack and talking to himself. I was scared of that backpack. It wasn't big enough for an assault rifle, but it still scared me. Then he eventually went up to the counter to order, and although I couldn't hear what he was saying I could tell that he was being confusing or causing friction with the person trying to take his order. At that point, we were done eating, and I suggested that we leave. I don't know anything about this man, or where he came from, or why he was acting strangely, but I am very, very aware that my parents live in a part of the country where gun ownership is nearly a foregone conclusion and everyone has a gun in their car or in their purse or strapped to their body. The governor of Alabama made a campaign ad bragging about her little pistol she keeps in her pocketbook. It's insane. I hate it so much.

I don't want to die in a shooting. I don't want to think about having to shield my children from a shooter. I don't want to think about the sequence of run, hide, fight, and how with semiautomatic weapons, none of that works anyway. I feel genuinely scared when I'm in public places sometimes. Maybe this is me being neurotic or anxious, but I also think it's rational to feel fear when you know the majority of people around you have access to guns at home or on their persons.

My mom used to work with a woman who, in a freak incident, was held hostage by a man who escaped the county jail. Her and her husband's house was filled with guns. Guess what that man did? He threatened them with their own guns, tied them up, then stole all the guns! They're lucky this man didn't kill them with their own guns.

I'm fortunate that I've never been a victim of a violent crime. I'm sure it's unnerving and terrible and there's trauma that lingers, but people around here just expect that there are all these violent criminals running around (and for my mom's coworker, I guess there *was*, but that was statistically an exception), and they fill their houses with guns and put poorly socialized and neglected dogs outside their houses as "guards," but in reality, it's relatively safe here. You are more likely to be injured by your own gun than to be a victim of violent crime. Guns make everyone less safe. They do terrible things to the suicide rate.

I don't feel safe in this country. I also don't like it when old white people say racist things to me, expecting me to be sympathetic to their point of view, either! That's way off point, but is also something that's happened to me in the last few weeks.

Anyway! TLDR: There was a man who was behaving erratically in the Burger King and instead of just accepting that he was probably eccentric, I went down a rabbit hole of fear that my family was about to die in a shooting because this country cannot get ahead of its terrible, systemic gun problem.

[fruitjedi]

Send me to Hell my love

so instead of writing chapter seven of unmatched I wrote this buddie fic. enjoy

Evan “Buck” Buckley knew he loved Eddie Diaz. He knew that and he knew that he more than loved Eddie. But accepting that was harder on a fundamental level. Since he was tiny Buck had been told by his parents that queer people were “bad” or “evil”. So since he was small Buck knew he couldn’t be one of them, he couldn’t be queer, he couldn’t be evil.

That was before Eddie Diaz came along with his sweet smile like fresh-made honey and his adorable son who stole Bucks's heart. But Buck couldn’t be queer. He just couldn’t. He’d been raised that it was so bad and he didn’t want to be bad. So he threw himself into straight relationships. He liked those too. This could work.

Or so Buck thought. Soon Eddie was everywhere. He was ingrained in Buck’s life. He was Buck’s partner both in and out of work. But Buck couldn’t be queer. He couldn’t.

That’s why at 11 pm late on a Friday night (After movie night had ended) Buck showed up at Maddie’s sobbing,  just absolutely, completely broken.

Maddie was barely able to make out something about Eddie and evil. So once her brother calmed down she asked him to elaborate.

“My feelings for Eddie aren’t right. They always said boys like girls and girls like boys and god forbid you switch from one to other and- god Maddie I’m so broken”

Maddie thought for a moment. Their parents had definitely messed Buck up good. “Evan, Aren’t you friends with Hen and Karen? How would you feel if someone called them broken?”

“That’s different there my friends. I loved them no matter what. I’d defend them of course I would but what does that have to do with anything”

Maddie sighed and patted her brother on the shoulder “Don’y you consider yourself to be a friend?”

Buck didn’t have an answer for that. 

“Wait,” Maddie said remembering “isn’t tonight movie night? Why aren’t you at Eddie’s”

Buck broke down in tears “I kissed him, Maddie. I kissed him and it was so wrong of me I’m gonna go to hell, and I’m gonna be evil, and I’m gonna lose Eddie, and Mom and Dad are gonna sever whatever’s left of our relationship.”

Oh. Maddie thought. He was scared their parents would hate him and he was scared his best friend would leave him. Her little brother was scared  This was gonna be harder than just citing he had queer friends. “Evan, It’ll be ok, He’s not gonna hate you he’s probably worried, And about our parents screw what they think they fucked us up good and they don’t deserve to be in our lives if their not gonna support who you love”

“I know I just don’t want to give up on them,” Buck said after a while 

“I know, but you’ve given them so many chances and they really overdid it this time”

Buck and Maddie talked for a while longer before eventually Buck pulled himself together and by 3 am he was knocking on Eddie's door. To Buck’s surprise, he opened it almost instantly.

“You have a key,” Eddie said exhausted 

Buck nodded and looked at his shoes “I know, I just thought after everything that happened-”

Eddie interrupted him “Yeah what was that it looked like you had a panic attack, I was worried about you”

Buck smiled “Your.. you're not mad I kissed you?”

“No, why would I be?”

Buck took a deep breath “Cause we’re both guys”

Eddie smiled “Yeah and? I like guys Buck. Remember that guy Pepa set me up with Robin?”

Buck looked sheepishly at the ground “I thought that was a girl”

Eddie shook his head and walked closer “Are you mad you kissed me?”

Buck’s eyes started to tear up at how well Eddie knew him “Yeah, I ran to Maddie’s. I got freaked out”

“But your back home now”

Buck beamed at the thought of Eddie’s house being home “Yeah, I am”

“Good” Eddie took bucks hand and lead him to his bedroom “No sleeping on the couch tonight mi amor”

Buck looked around at the room and the man smiling at him, holding his hand and grounding him. “Yeah, no more couch ever”

[angels-are-sinning]

"his father killed a hooker in front of him, very traumatic)"

okay i know im reading too much into the comics but as someone who's obsessively read That one volume where it's his past....and is borderline insane about it, take this with a big gulp of salt, because i'm . again insane. okay? okay. i apologise in advance if this is long ahahm,

but ! 🤓☝️☝️nerd moment incoming..

it's not specified if they are a prostitute/hooker/sex worker! it is, however, implied that they are a drug-addict. it Can be read as straight up murder, or causes her death through negligence (lisbet's words in the ghost comic timeline post.) however it's pretty unlikely that it's murder, it's definitely leaning more into "overdose". im not going to pull up the panels because i will Sound more insane than i already do. it's not shown whether or not simon sees the death happen. but the corpse. uhm. it's also Not shown clearly if mr riley is having sex with her...(?)

he looks surprised that simon comes, but im pretty sure (🤓☝️☝️ moment forgive me forgive me please) he had sex with her Before simon. entered. and finished. another theory is probably necrophilia. but you know, she was seen alive in the previous panels before the death smile panel. (i am insane i am sorry again.)

ghosts seen how his dad treated his mom and absolutely hates abusers.

again this is a super Nerd commentary from me (ghost comic hater) but i think this is falls generally under more as a headcanon, because we don't see any abuse of mrs riley that happens in the comics. in fact (🤓☝️☝️) ., she actually is . kind of depicted on "good terms" with mr riley. ahah. (the "tommy stole the discs she was gifted by him to sell" and insisting simon see his father in the hospital)

also mr riley is Never shown to be. abusive to his wife. at least in the comics :"D you're of course free to read it as how you want but i just want to point that out.. it's never explicitly shown in any comic panel.

when simon tells him to never go back to the house, he shouts about his wife, and that he's not leaving her. so yeah. it's never shown in the comics. like ever. if there is however something that i missed... please do tell me. but in all my frantic readings of that comic there was no evidence of him being abusive to her. to simon? yes. to tommy? no, it wasn't shown, or depicted, or even generally implied. i know that since it's not depicted, we can fill in the lines, i understand..i just want to point that out. :"D (besides, expecting good storytelling from that comic is...yeah.)

im nitpicking at this point but. but it's in good faith op i respect your headcanons ! it's just that i'd like to add my own thoughts since i think it's interesting that someone made a post like this especially touching on the comic lore :"D especially as most people venture towards the reboot (who does not have 09 ghost comic backstory confirmed or denied.) ghost. but he can be whoever you want to be!

however, i just want to say one thing with a bit more Seriousness

in the comic, sparks (soldier he worked with) knocked out and attempted to rape a woman, ghosts literally looked disgusted and called the police (also why he’d never do that himself, i dont get the hcs that say he does).

so... uh . on a more serious tone,

they attempt that together. but simon's more worried about being caught than the woman being assaulted. he was the one fiddling for the keys too..,

i think it would be good to keep that in mind i think that this is a comic which has many outdated themes and very bad representations of people especially drug addicts and sex workers in general 😭 (and the blatant one man army revenge burn down house thing is. very 2000s.)

again these are just my own thoughts :"D no shame to any headcanons or readings that contradict them! :D also, i love the tommy part....he Is a committed man....... his relationship with his brother really isn't expounded on more, i'm happy to see tommy mentioned here!

ghost character analysis

tw: spoilers from ghost mw2 comics, nsfw, dead dove do not eat, mature content.

this is pretty much a part 2 to ghost headcanons except with more lore and analysis (im still not sure if reboot ghost has the same backstory as the og ghost).

ghost is not a cold, calculated, ruthless man. maybe in a separate au or something, but theres a huge difference between ghost and simon riley. in fact, we need to understand that the reason he even chose ghost as a new name for himself is because of all that's happened to him. his family got killed, he got tortured by roba, and had to eliminate many men on his own. before that he was simon, not ghost. in the comic he literally calls the child hostages he was saving ‘sweetheart’ and ‘love’. hes not that mean and cold yall

we know that PTSD does shit to it's victims, ghost lost his entire family and had no one. think of it as a coping mechanism to have a new name to be known as.

ghost is a ruthless killer. simon is just some guy.

ghost sets himself to an incredibly high standard of discipline. i think it's intuitive that military boys will need to be punctual and organized to some degree, but ghost takes this to a whole other level. considering his father's abusive behavior (explained by his disturbing statements said to simon, is a drug addict, and beats simons mom) his home life was likely chaotic as a child.

in the mw2: ghost comic (issue #3) it specifically stated the following: "discipline, precision, control. these are what riley built his whole life on. break those down and the dark stuff begins to ooze out..." again, this is probably a form of trauma response to his childhood.

so what does this lead to? well firstly, this probably means his room is incredibly tidy and organized (monotone design i know :,c).

would never in his life touch drugs. this is a promise he made to himself.

also kinda proves that ghost aint a reckless guy. he thinks things through before doing it.

ghost isn’t that hypersexual. theres no way of knowing his history with women, but i like to think ghost is not that horny 24/7 and needs a fuckbuddy. in the mw2 comic, he was on a mission and was in an area full of prostitutes (wasn’t actively on duty, but on his way) when they tried to hit on him he politely rejects one of them, and later tells them to fuck off😀 so yea contrary to popular belief i dont think he really enjoys one night stands or the idea of being entertained by random women. in fact, i hc he might actually be a virgin or just a really low body count.

ghost is a feminist!😁 (misandrist too). ok let me reword that, ghost doesnt like men and respects women. one of the reasons why he doesn’t want to be around prostitutes and do one night stands (his father killed a hooker in front of him, very traumatic) is because he thinks the concept of quick, casual sex is not good for society and dilutes the value of meaningful relationships. but also, remember the discipline, precision, control thing? its apart of his principle. but also, in the comic, sparks (soldier he worked with) knocked out and attempted to rape a woman, ghosts literally looked disgusted and called the police (also why he’d never do that himself, i dont get the hcs that say he does). ghosts seen how his dad treated his mom and absolutely hates abusers. anyways onto misandry—i think ghost internally thinks men are violent and disgusting (ghosts would choose the bear over the man, even though hes a man) mainly because throughout his military career majority of the bad stuff hes seen was done by men, so hes much more relaxed in a room of women vs man. ghost thinks his dad is the epitome of pure evil (canon! he said this to his therapist). this doesn’t mean hes scared or hates all men tho!

ghost isn’t close with 141… including soap. now before you attack me let me explain. sure, he trusts them to some degree, but i dont think they naturally just hangout when they’re not deployed. in the end we need to understand they are SAS soldiers, they are working a real job that mainly consists of them shooting and dismantling others. considering ghosts betrayal in the past (in the comic, a few soldiers ghost previously worked with killed his entire family 😢) he isn’t gonna just trust his teammates because theyre his teammates. im also pretty sure they all live in different cities while not deployed, while also considering the fact that tf141 probably all want to separate their job from their personal lives, which includes co workers. but onto soap, i dont think him and ghost have a deep brotherly relationship. but i think they care about each other, but exchanging some dad jokes and bantering doesn’t mean they’re suddenly soulmates or brothers. think about it… you and you’re co worker joke around sometimes, never hangout outside of work, and now people are shipping you and calling the two of you besties. makes no sense.

ghost is extremely patriotic. in the comic (i reference this way too much but theres SOOO MUCH LORE i recommend reading it) ghost tells his teammates the reason for joining the military: queen and country, right after 9/11. he also said “the world has changed”. interestingly enough army enlistment did actually skyrocketed after 9/11 attacks, ghost was among them. he probably thought ww3 was about to happen, or that ‘theres no more peace’ or whatever. i hc being obsessed with soccer too lmao and getting mad if english teams dont win. also his playful banter with johnny “get us a tea?”. probably very proud of his british heritage.

ghost doesn’t have much friends. hes a really, reallyyyyy lonely guy. i hc him as an introvert in the first place, but trust issues make this worse. in the comic, he was literally in the newspaper for killing his family and then killing himself (he didnt, he was framed that way tho) so its likely most of his formers friends probably think hes dead. ghost likely got some sort of amnesty or exemption from the military after knowing he didn’t actually kill his family, but whats in the news stays true to the public. even if he does have friends he probably doesn’t share feelings with them or form a long term bond.

ghost is extremely cynical. this is obvious tbh, but i think ghost believes hes going to die in the middle of a battlefield, shot or stabbed, a painful death, body left to rot for weeks, and no one to remember him. just like that. and he accepts that fact too.

ghost isn’t a picky eater. growing up in an abusive household where his parents couldn’t hold a stable job, he had to eat what there was. some days he settles for cheap beans and toast and when people call him out for it, he tells em to fuck off😀

ghost is emotionally fucked up, probably kind of depressed. i mean this guys been through hell: got sa’d, buried alive, had to dig through underground dirt and worms with a jawbone, tortured in horrible ways, had his entire family killed, abusive dad, and the weight of his grey morales because he killed lots of people as a soldier. wow! would you look at that list, itd be more strange if he wasn’t emotionally fucked up after was has happened😅. even when tortured, seeing his family dead, ghost was never shown to have cried in the comic. i hc hes emotionally numb. however, i do think hes emotionally MATURE and able to communicate his emotions, but hes still emotionally fucked. for example a scene where he was talking about his experience with roba (guy who tortured ghost) and ghosts father to a therapist. i think ghosts may be traumatized, but this doesn’t stop him from attempting to get help and communicating how he feels and thinks about this world.

BUT WHAT ABOUT AN S/O???

i think ghost is the guy to not have one in the first place. obviously. but i lowkey think if he had one and really liked them, he would commit. in fact i find it hard to imagine hes a player or isn’t serious about relationships. when his brother tommy got addicted to drugs and fucked up his life, simon quit the military until tommy got 100% better and married. yup. he stayed to help him recover, for years. thats how loving and committed this man is🥹🥹.

more random headcanons:

simon prefers dogs over cats because dogs are loyal and stay with you until the end (stereotypically)

hates snakes and spiders

probably wouldn’t do 50/50 on dates, he pays!

avoids saying manchester slang when deployed

drinks and smokes. not always. he’s disciplined but he still does that stuff.. hes a british guy in his 30s whos kinda depressed, grew up with adults around him smoking 24/7, whatd you think😀😀 (its canon that most of tf141 smoke anyway)

listens to 80’s rock music. its canon that his mom enjoys the band siouxsie and the banshees :)), he probs does too

shaves his beard

is actually confident hes not bad looking. dude, hes 6’2, in shape with a jawline🙄

[izel-01]

I grew to resent her, after years of her ab*se, after years of praying to her god to save me, asking begging an explanation as to why she hated me, why I was never enough for her, why would our “father” make her cry and hurt her… my questions will remain unanswered…

even years later when we were at the hospital looking at his cold body just laying there, lifeless, drained of color, drained of life, him no longer being there… I tried just one more time begging her god to make him wake up, to make him pay for his sins, to say sorry and mean it this time, to actually love me, to give us an explanation, anything but as I stood there holding his cold and stiff left hand just bawling my eyes out surrounded by strangers who knew him, strangers that adored him when I feared him yet he once was my Daddy, my hero…

and where was she during all of this states away with her new family pr*grant at the time with the second to youngest of this so called family. We had an uncle and aunt pick us up on their way to the state where he used to live, they did us a huge favor in doing so but it was also a displeasure for a lack of a better word

Sure they gave us the “grace” to say a final goodbye one last time but again we were surrounded by strangers and sure the aunt and uncle and their two children were there but we haven’t been in contact since she left him and that’s been over a decade and due to the ab*se my brain has erased most of the memories so it’s like meeting new people again by myself being the sole protector of me and my little sister

his 3 older daughters from his previous marriage were there at least we saw them maybe a handful of times before his death but we were never in good terms. The oldest adored us but she also had her two younger sister from her moms side but we looked like twins. the middle one was indifferent she didn’t care for me at least but she adored my little sister, they looked like twins. and the youngest of those three resented us, me especially mainly out of jealousy - she believes that we “took him away and broke their family”.

And that was the version of the story they grew up with. When in reality their mom kicked him out, leaving him to live in the streets in whatever car he had back then, stole his money from him, and got with his best friend and brothers behind his back (leading for many to believe the youngest of his 3 girls to not be his but was never proven true and the fact that he resented her for it but she legally had his last name so sucks to suck) all of that when my mum met him in the club up north (cliche and I hate everything about it) and it wasn’t until well into the relationship that she found out he was still legally married but was “separated”, yet during her pr*gnancy with me AND my sister’s he would be a man wh*re aka cheating on her and yet this dumbass stayed with him for over a decade. To this day the three oldest are in denial are not mature enough to talk about it bc they (the middle and the youngest of them) wanna be victims so bad 🙄 but also the fact that I physically and emotionally cannot handle having that conversation yet and it’s been a while but it still hurts, not his death but more like I’ll never get closure from him cause he’s gone I’ve had about a handful dreams about him starting like a week after his death up until I think the last one was a couple months ago and I only have one vivid dream that I remember every detail tii oh this day and it felt so real I still cry about it - in a later post

But hey they got to see him live way after they all turned 18… I was 15 and my sister was 13, she was the baby of his kids. And even then we barely got to see him due to custody issues, the ab*se, constantly moving state to state, etc etc

that day of his wake the youngest of his 3 said some of most horrific things to the middle one and I overheard bc she didn’t even try to hide it or be subtle like I get YOU lost your dad, but you are not the only ones and it’s not like I can defend myself or my little sister bc I’m grieving too.

We were in his room laying down on the bed were he slept sitting on the floor where he walked on taking showers where he once showered and she had the audacity to open her mouth and say that stuff, it still hurts to even think about to this day and it’ll 7 years this month since then… but the oldest didn’t really defend us the youngest, more like just told her to be quiet

I wanted to run outside and get some air before I burst into tears again for nth time that day but the stupid aunt who picked us up didn’t let me until I explained what happened (I appreciate what they did for us but that pissed me off) ig she thought I was going to run away which?? Fuck no hello? Im states away from home and it’s a pretty racist state so it wouldn’t even be safe for me?? After I got some air I came back in to explain to her how it wasn’t fair they got the living father ALL throughout their lives and we didn’t

I don’t remember much of what was said but I made sure she was aware of the abuse and the look on their faces and the gasp from her was priceless and the silence as I cried out it wasn’t like “haha revenge on him” more like “know our story our lives get a glimpse HEAR US” bc nobody did most who were close to us even relatives turned a blind eye to the ab*se and some may have said something but did nothing to help us get out of the situation until it was almost too late bc by the time she finally decided enough was enough the damage was already done

[shadowlight25]

Just got done watching elite season 1 and I'm glad the killer wasn't that obvious.

I felt sorry for Marina in the beginning but honestly idc....she really was the cause of a lot of crap and just kept it pushing without even thinking of twice of the consequences all bc of what?!? To be edgy and rebellious. I was so pissed when she just flat out ratted out Omar and even had the audacity to say whose sibling he was. She could have just made up a name and didn't need to spare more details. Like sorry not everyone has it good like you. I can't understand why she entertained Samuel when she didn't like him really at all. Told multiple times not to involve herself and didn't listen! She is responsible for her death not nano!! Then snitching everything about her pregnancy like wtf. Forgot, she even basically snitches she has the watch to Carla lol.

Nadia is so pretty bro.. but there was times she rubbed me off the wrong way. I know it has a lot to do with how they view things but having HIV isn't some criminal case. She was a hypocrite at times bc she wasn't all that accepting herself. I'm glad that she started standing up and being more vocal to her father. And the brother sister bond that formed. I'm still 50/50 with her relationship with Guzman but it's just tempting...they are low key cute. I honestly wouldnt have been shocked at her being the culprit bc all that beefing with Lu just for Marina to win it all lol.

Please protect omar. I just adored his thing with Ander. I hate his situation so much and it's heartbreaking honestly. I hope he can eventually be himself without fear of his parents.

Ander!! So glad he stood up to his dad. Just wish he really understood how he has it compared to Omar and be more cautious with his advances. I like how his mom reacted.

Guzman...bro plz stop being a dick. It's like I like you but then you start with that ugly talk about the new kids and the snob comes out. Control your temper!! I hate that he is gonna rekindle with Lu but I get it ..he has to keep his word with Nadia's father.

Christian it's not worth it!! Tell the truth!! Carla and polo are some weirdos. I hope they get what's coming to them. I love his humor so much and him spitting facts to those two.

Nano wasn't the best brother and he brought trouble but I'm sorry I can't hate him. It wasn't all his fault and he did care for Samuel despite the whole marina thing. Had she not entertained him, he wouldn't have stole the watches and the shady ass person wouldnt have been sent to their house along with Guzman confronting them. Bc it wasn't even the thugs from the beginning(from his own personal shit) still harassing them in the end so therefore sorry I'm not gonna cheer for him being accused. I feel people are harsh on his character than what they should be on others.

Omg I can't stand Samuels weird ass. Claims to not care about who the father is but yet wants to land a punch at his brother at the worst of time. Like get it together man and settle your crap later with him. Couldn't keep a secret for shit and even got a teacher fired who was btw trying to do right by not partaking in shady shit anymore. I honestly think he had more a hand in marinas death than what people say about nano. Snitching in front of polo about marinas where about to Guzman just was the final nail in the coffin. Getting nano locked up and then not even sticking to it to just want to clear his brothers name five seconds later lol. Should have loved himself and gotten away from that girl.

[fkyumerica]

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/-WowH0liGfE does she herd

facts about dalmations, oh my god get her to leave

did boy george/amber have the ugliest fucking wife inners and outers

he said it

is her whole body utters for him wtf

marilyn manson officially fucking did it

electrocuted us to steal mcdonalds

and enter in to fuck with his mom and elderly to steal all their money

and the worlds

henry ford is caught

went with 8 girls

then

he was 15

"new town panties"

dont let him surf

started skate boarding to knock out all their teeth

stupid right didnt know i did it

and to them i knocked out all their teeth, now first person they see they will attack and already dead haha i steal your wife

he is his own dad

and fucks his mom

to calm her down to leave

and gets her fat again

family orgies, smells like old people

and the old look is it too mom take off your wig

it will save you, now i wear it and hit old people

sky scraper

The Ride of the Rohirrim live in concert - The Return of the king Barcelona

jo just goes in there and shoots everyone

he pierced my ears and did my hair

that guy isnt the kurgan

he is heartless-kurgan

i dont care

do it

he wants gay old monster orcs to live

im not gonna let them live

each shit came on the ground

gum dots?

really

them?

i ride each of their horses to kill them after

cant run

anddd

we fuck her too

other side

drugs poltergeist cant get up

spirits hold them down

andd

what

they shit on me to give me armor

chariot

those guys were with gandolf the whole time

they burnt giant dads

tried to make their sons gay

i went in the castle and shot men off them

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9JR5-ZecCQ he locked us out of our trailers to smash them in half

he always tried to kill alden

showed up as the guitarist once for ac/dc

and i dunno he likes metallica gay right i'll leave him there

i'll let it happen too old ones rape him

pointed at that group instead and move them forward, burnt

but its anyone wild anyways

he would just lie

that guy would get attacked evveryday

the neighbor

it might be clifford

ow ow ow in trailer park boys

did they break my tooth of because of them

probably, small

wheres the dinosaur

what present are they taking and using already

to attaack

and kill, her instead

so we got a dinosaur win a fight

kill her too, say it twice they will send more again

From the shitposting community on Reddit: How to give a kid PTSD

jimhoslovat, meant here are some to mate too and mate your offspring too then they get it they say it

every fkng day i had to kill those people

there it is got that woman oregnant and 5 girls, kidnapped him, she's with him

body bag

kevin/mike/tony was his fake name then he was anthony tscolas and anthony hernandez

and what girls too posted it on my blog

and the video of the apartments they lived in

got two women

let him in when they were asleep

kids need a home stay the night then it happened, she already mated with their dad and hey two women they were stupid it was their wives

of their dads and they were old

looks like her

thanks for the video

what a hooker

points with his thumb hey come oveeer here

and was jeffery's dad

mike's

and

josh's

yea i can stick it in there

judge book

every morning

the website

conquer all

and the boy lives just to be a hooker GET ME OUTTA HERE

I can live there because I saw a car go from here to there and I know its my family living next to me

Shes dead? We’re gonna fuck her  to him to be alive CRAZY GREAT  BREEDING LOVe then him then him then him then him

Their moms got  boys since, Spanish didn’t have a boat to save them, France stole it for it, gay love

Only this group would know the answer to their family feud, that is the show, then they say it after

I FUCKING HATE THAT BITCH IM GONNA GO INSIDE AND FUCK HER, grandma is down the street

And why, cause shes got a gross cunt go fuck him he will clean it

Half English half irish I get it, and wait in the sky scraper for old people after, after she lives in it too wtf sit I n the lobby tired I got 4 houses, fred durst. Now he wont be mad at me walked over there he fucked deedee or wtf is not fucking her I got a trend black tshirt right no hats no we’re you, surprise your family with a pregnancy they wont care

I think he told it to that other boy or he was fucking her after, goes for that

I think you did chris, for them to go at me

Scottish army then she got a wedding too, make him look bigger or show up, pregnant by two boys and one guy, Barolo, wedding singer, anyones shit (son)

The wedding singer, fred durst after, or elvis from the wedding, gotta look at a egg nest after and see if I cry, no I left her too, old ladies kissing him he can come back and her mom ripped her face off now we got three in an army keep making them scream after then walk them up to other womens privates and talk to those women from the front we do it gay

mary sue had marilyn manson(switches charles manson in the court room so her son gets out it was keep switching one in to escape prison and a court trial fake judge throw it out what note)when she slept with that older man, same one

[montanababe7]

A letter to my birth mother:

This is what you did to me-

You wrecked my life. You controlled every aspect of every opportunity I wanted to have. I wasn’t allowed to grow up. You denied me access from knowing what it felt like to be beautiful, confident, and pretty. Even when I begged to go hang out with friends. You always told me you had to consult with sandy. But. How dare I even try to talk to my dad and even worse yet that I shouldn’t dare turn dad against you. It was like you hated me. You truly hated me. I don’t think I still even understand why you had pegged my life as being the most miserable life a woman could ever have. You stole my entire childhood away from me. The saddest part of all is, I honestly don’t even remember having a childhood to begin with. It’s like that long time period in my life didn’t even exist and it’s all your fault mom. No one else’s just yours. This is entirely your fault. You alone are to blame.

This is how I get about it at the time-

I didn’t understand why you’d deny me to even having a life. I felt so isolated and so broken. Even when I had tried to end my life. I didn’t even feel safe telling you about because I knew you’d have another reason to yell at me like you always did. It was always one thing after the other. Even the gifts you would give to me had strings attached to them. Nothing in my life felt like it was my own. I wanted to be an adult even in adulthood and the saddest part of it all. You wouldn’t even grant me that level of happiness. I saw my other siblings having a life. While I was rotting away at the hutch house always doing your housework for you. Fuck you mom. What did I ever do to deserve how you treated me. All I ever wanted was for you to love me. And the saddest part to my heart now. Is that I mentored and loved my spiritual children how I always dreamed you would have treated me. But. You didn’t. You didn’t love your own daughter enough to make me feel special or safe. How dare you. You called me your flower. I don’t think you even have the ability or capacity to treat even a real flower with kindness. Who am I even kidding. You’d love a flower in your own garden than you’d treat your own daughter. You verbally and emotionally trampled on me. You ruined my life. You destroyed my dreams. How the hell could you make a confident girl so afraid of succeeding; that she had even failed to driving fucking written test in Minnesota for 15-16 years. Do you even know how embarrassed and humiliated I when I’d fail each time. Do

You know what it felt like to be in my shoes.

I wanted to succeed; but back then I gave up because I didn’t see a point. You still

Had access to my checking and savings accounts while I was living in that house. That’s not normal or even ok. You called me

Your very best friend and that you couldn’t imagine life without me. You controlled my wedding day. You cried at the airport. You called and texted everyday. You sent me into severe post partum depression and I had wanted to end my life more than multiple times in that first year after Bella was born. You almost caused me to go into labor early at just 23-24

Weeks. And you wonder why Bella hates you and wants nothing to even do with you. Ahh!!!

This is how it affected my life-

I felt like I was a bad daughter and that you’d come to ground me even when you were over 1,000 miles away when I had first got married. I wanted to clean all the time and I felt guilty as a newly married bride if the apartment and multiple homes Michael and I, were living at wasn’t 100 clean. Your control turned me into an angry and pessimistic bitch who loved seeing those like yourself cry. I don’t even recognize me at times. Mike doesn’t even hardly know me anymore. Throughout the years I’ve been yelling at my in-laws and taking my anger out at them. They have some flaws of their own. But, it’s nothing compared to huge nightmares of the reality of you. I’ve been hurting my marriage by fighting with mike’s parents. I’ve embarrassed my husband. I’ve been negative and harsh with my own children. And it breaks my heart that I’ve shown my own spiritual children more

Grace and kindness at times

Than I have my own babies. I am so ashamed of myself. I don’t know to fix me expect

Through Jesus. You broke me mom. I should hate you. But, now I just pity you. I think somewhere along the way. All I wanted was to just hear you say that you love me. Without any strings attached. Without my hair being perfect and my eyebrows up to your liking. I just wanted you to love me for me. I always wanted your approval. I spent over five thousand dollars worth of credit. Card debt years ago on you and Kelli just got

You to love me. That I paid off. You never showed me genuine love. It always about what

You could get from me. I don’t think you ever truly ever loved me. You used me. And one day. I just stopped caring. I shut my heart off emotionally. I shut down. Why mom. Why.

Did you ever love

Your daughter at all. Or did you just love what I could do for you and make your look good in that town.

This is what I want from

You now-

I want you to stay the hell away from me. I want you to get help for your sake. I just want you to really look at yourself and see the 👹 that you truly are. Ask Jesus to change you. God knows that only Jesus can change you. You push everyone away and you wonder why all your bridges have been burned.

I forgive you and I am burying what i once dreamed I’d have-

A healthy mother daughter relationship with you. But that’s not reality. I’m done. No more. I’m done grieving. Just get help.

Jessica.

[cherrybomb107]

Okay y’all Imma spin the block on this post with an addendum about forgiveness. I think forgiveness, or the way most people harp on it, is some B.S fr fr. A lot of times people act like holding a grudge is the absolute WORST thing you could ever do; like forgiveness is not only the “right” thing to do, but the only thing to do. I never understood that. Why is there so much emphasis on forgiving someone who did you wrong? Why does everyone act like hating someone/something for fucking you over is bad.

I see this a lot with stories about abusive parents. You could tell someone your mom poisoned you, pushed you down the stairs, beat you unconscious, stole your car, and called you ugly every single day since you were 5 years old, but then someone’s gonna hit you with the “But she’s your mom. You have to forgive her.” MFER WHAT?????? Did you fall and bump your head or something? Wtf are you talking about?

It happens all the time on social media, Tiktok especially. I saw this girl posting videos about how her mom wouldn’t let her sleep. I’m not talking about naps. I mean SLEEP. Her mom would go into the girl’s room at 1, 2, 3 o’clock in the morning yelling and cussing at her to “help her with work”(the mom made party decorations I believe). Mind you, this is AFTER the girl came home from her full time job!!! Depriving someone of sleep is literally torture, yet you can bet your ass there were some bozos in the comments talking about some “But she’s your mom though”. Bitch, that’s her CHILD THOUGH

Stop acting like forgiveness is the end all be all. It’s perfectly okay to “hold a grudge” against someone who tried to (or did) assault, SA, abuse, torture, harass, bully, steal from you, etc. And hell, even if you DO decide to forgive that person, but you decide to limit or completely cease contact with them, then somehow YOU’RE the bad guy!!! “Oh, why don’t you talk to your dad anymore?”

“Oh, cause he cheated on and abused my mom, screamed at us for no reason, and punched my little brother in the face for trying to stand up for me and our other siblings.”

“Omg, but he did his best! He’s only human; we all make mistakes! Why can’t you just forgive him?”

“I did. We just don’t talk anymore.”

“But he’s your dad! You can’t just abandon him like that!”

Anyways, I say all that to say, that shit pisses me clean tf off lol, and it absolutely feels like we’re demonized for feeling less than love and affection towards the people up top(whether that be actual people or the systems they created to break us). Hate that mfer if hating that mfer is right for you! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

Not to sound like a conspiracy theorist (though that term was literally coined by the powers that be to discredit people who got too close to the truth, but I digress), but does anyone else think that we’re being primed to believe that fighting back is morally wrong? Think about it. In kids’ shows, it’s a running joke how the MC will slaughter the bad guy’s henchmen like it’s nothing, but when it’s time to face the big bad, all of a sudden they can’t kill them got whatever reason. “I can’t kill you, cause that’ll make me just as bad as you.” “I’m better than that.” “That’s not the way.” Or something to that effect.

And it’s just like, no??? Wtf are you talking about? Why is the evil intergalactic overlord who flooded our village, burned down his village, killed her whole entire family, and kicks puppies every Thursday still alive? Why, when he has told and shown us, time and time and time again that he has no desire to change his ways? Why would you ever think, let alone say, let alone actually BELIEVE that killing that mfer puts you on the same level as him? What the actual fuck are we even talking about rn? If you don’t put that mfer in the ground EXPEDITIOUSLY I SWEAR I-

Nah, but really tho, what kind of message are we teaching our youth? “Violence is bad, full stop, and even though I can’t/won’t do anything to help you, I want you to know you’re just as bad as the villain for hitting them back?” Huh??? And it’s not just that this message is peddled in media. Let’s say if you’re getting bullied and you get fed up. You already told your parents, your teachers, your school counselors, and the principal, but nothing’s changed. That mfer and their bum ass friends have bullied you for 99 days in a row. The ONE DAY you decide to fight back(whether that’s with words, fists, feet, etc) both of you are getting suspended. Why? Because the school has a “zero tolerance policy”. But wait, that can’t be right. You being bullied for God knows how long wasn’t just tolerated; it was practically cosigned by the school! So why, when you have your back against the wall and get desperate, do the powers that be FINALLY decide to step in? Why now?

Another example, the way the phrase “respect your elders” has been twisted. It’s supposed to mean, have respect for those who came before you, and they’ll do the same to you. Treat people how you wanna be treated, right? But instead, “respect your elders” usually means “tolerate their disrespect towards you, or else”. If not, then you’re the one who’s “being disrespectful”. You’re the one who’s “talking back”. You’re the one who needs to “stay in a child’s place”. Why is that? Why do we make up terms for people who won’t take that shit lying down?

To summarize, demonizing people who fight back against the powers that be and framing that will to fight as a “bad thing” that makes them “just as bad” as the person/people/corporations/institutions who are doing the actual oppressing is a terrible lesson. It’ll only serve to dissuade people from trying to make a difference by any means necessary. Instead, they’ll try to do things the “right” way, like voting for example, which sounds good, but still relies on the institution working FOR the people, when it doesn’t. It never has.

In conclusion, I always have been and always will be a fan of “don’t start fights; finish them. Do what gotta do to get a mfer off your back”. I hope all that made sense lmaoo 😭😭😭