#Mommy Issues

[mall0rry]

sorry, i got my crippling fear of abandonment and my intensive jealousy from my mom haha

[prettylil3]

I love the way you need me 😈

[five-milfs-and-a-twink]

Agatha All Along Fans

Heyyyyyy

So I've noticed something about this fandom and wanted to see if the prominent pattern is actually true-

Obviously we all like older women. A lot.

How many of us have a complicated or draining dynamic with our moms? Or lack a stable maternal figure? Because I know I'm not the only one here and want to see how overwhelmingly true this is.

Asking because I feel like the mommy issues are CRAZY in this fandom especially with the ones that love Lilia (like me).

Just collecting info (for science!)

[siennas-s1utty-spot]

Me and mommy when???

[gummybearz333]

😛

[m3nherapr1ncesss2]

My mother is pretending to be me on my WhatsApp AGAIN just so she can talk to my father,even though they have been divorced for years now and we always fight

[notanonymous]

Poor guy

[littlefoxgirlhere]

I was looking at my 9th grade graduation photos and my god... how can I look so ugly in public without anyone saying ANYTHING and to make matters worse I remember exactly why I looked so ugly, I was going to give a speech on behalf of the school and I had had a fight three hours before with my mother so I was ugly, sad, nervous and anxious

all i needed was my mom's support that day.

[sparklejumpropequeen1949]

This or nothing

[scullysstrapblog]

Okay, so I'll start by saying, she has the cutest jacket. It's a red, plaid, flannel coat that's just adorable because she has to roll her sleeves up a bit. Honestly, I lose my mind every time I see it.

But, I relieved her for her break and I jokingly shooed her away so she pretended to smack my arm. She chatted with me for a minute, but every time she talks to me, her eyes just stare straight into mine. I have a problem maintaining eye contact with people but for some reason I can't look away from her when she talks to me.

Even with other people I've liked I couldn't maintain eye contact for long.

But, anyway, as she was leaving, she stopped at my register and did the little finger wave thing she does and goes,

"Bye bye, little honey bunny."

When I tell you I was barking internally, that's not a joke. I swear I was barking.

Like, ma'am?

I'm serious, she could kill me with that little wave she does. Her hands should be classified as dangerous weapons.

We were talking the other day, and she told me she likes when I send her off on break or home because she gets to end her day on a high note after seeing me.

My brain just went static-y when she said that. I think she noticed too, because she just laughed and patted my shoulder.

I'm so helpless.

She has this perfume that smells like clove and chocolate and she told me today that my perfume matches hers and that she needs to see if she can find a perfume that has all three scents.

Hello?

Ma'am?

You wanna smell like me AND you?

We can make that happen...

All this fanfic is getting to me.

It doesn't help that I've read so much Agatha smut in the last few months either.

Sometimes I'll look up and she's already looking at me so she does the wave and... [insert dial up sounds here.]

I'm glad you are all invested in this, otherwise I'd just be screaming into the void. I think the void is getting tired of my voice.

There's this older lady that I work with, she kinda looks like Kathryn hahn (which isn't good because I blush every time I have to talk to her!) and she's very flirty and always always touches my arms, or my shoulder, or my hair. And lemme tell ya, if she doesn't stop, I'm gonna end up with a crush. I can't handle crushes rn!

This whole being attracted to older women thing is seriously fucking with my professionalism.

She took over my break and rubbed both my arms and stared straight into my eyes. I stuttered and blushed so hard. I'm sitting outside trying to get my face back to its normal color. The person I'm training was laughing cause she KNOWS. She looked at me and just raised her eyebrows like, "really?"

My bosses always send me to her to take over her breaks and lunches and to send her home. My little gay self can't take it anymore! She always looks me dead in the eye when she talks to me.

Someone send help. Or an assasin. Or a girlfriend.

[ed-recoverry]

Reminder that caregivers of children are, by definition, supposed to provide shelter, food, and clothing. They did not do you a huge favor by providing this. It was the bare minimum of the job description that they voluntarily signed up for. You are not indebted to your caregivers for giving you the very basics.

[caitsprincess]

need an older girl to throw me around and touch me wherever she wants whenever she wants please please pleaseee

[littlest-bugz]

Longing for the love of a mother

[no poetry or images belong to me- creds mostly found by @/fataltotheflesh-com!! Thank you so much for the help!!!]

creds:

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

​Ariana Grande, i wish i hated you

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Florence + the Machine, Cassandra

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inanotherunivrse

Gillian Flynn, Dark Places

Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

[bunnyunderthebed]

page after page, line after line after endlessly thorough line. i read and reread in awe and terror every last clause and condition; you had thought of everything. i felt coffee doing somersaults in my stomach.

this is...

"Perfect, right? I considered what you told me the other day, about believing it."

i looked up from the document, my face painted with emotions i could barely understand, let alone describe.

wrong.

"Wrong? Isn't this what you told me you wanted?"

no, this is what's left. this is the only form it could take anymore, but that doesn't mean...

my eyes fell back to the sheaf of paper and lost focus. it seemed to stare back into me; a totem of avarice, the quiet despair of enablement extending its inky hand to pull me back in.

i blinked and you were no longer sitting across from me. your hands revealed your new place, rubbing my back in a vain attempt to comfort me.

"It's alright, Bunny. You don't have to decide anything today."

comfort has always been your remedy, no matter what bothers me. you had a special way of emptying my head when all it can do is hop in place. "Bodies know what they need, darling," you'd say to me as your touch worked to relax me, and on any other day i would've believed you.

bodies know... but bodies lie.

we seldom talked about, and though i thought it a throwaway conversation each time, you clearly took note of my replies.

"Are you ever dominant with your other dolls, bunny?"

from time to time, i don't really have the gas tank for it anymore. being rough like that takes a lot out of me.

"Would you do it with me?"

never.

"Why not?"

i remember standing in the kitchen and looking out at you severely. my voice was low, pained.

i swore to myself a long time ago that i would never hurt someone i love, not even if they ask me to.

i thought i had put the topic to bed with that. it just wasn't a line i wanted to cross, and i figured you were alright with that. to be fair, you were, just not in the way i was thinking. weeks later, on the patio, you poked at me in a different way.

"How rough have you been with your other dolls, bunny?"

very, in some encounters. i developed a sadistic streak near the end of it, but for the most part it was an objectification thing; making them into just a tool for gratification in my mind.

"Using them."

yeah. using them.

"Why'd you stop?"

another pained look, from me to you.

i began to believe it.

your reaction was strange, in hindsight; a blush is not what i wanted to elicit in you. if i hadn't been distracted trying to frame my memories properly for you, i might've questioned why you seemed excited by the prospect of me embodying them again.

[gummybearz333]

🖤