#SHE DIDNT DESERVE TO LOSE HER HUSBAND

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

Listening to visiting hours and crying over Henry and Arthur fox hours

[vertin-is-the-frog-guys]

it's interesting that i love sonetto sm, but she's not my in my 3 favorite game characters honestly

i mean i do genuinely love her, and she'd probably be in 4-6, but for some reason she's never gotten any higher

[unicoo]

Viserys neglecting his children is OKAY, but Aegon & Alicent doing it ISNT OKAY?…

Rhaenyra sleeping with a man who isn’t her husband AND having said man’s children is OKAY, but Alicent sleeping with Criston AFTER Viserys DIES ISNT OKAY?….

Rhaenyra & Daemon hooking up at Laena’s funeral is OKAY, but Aemond claiming Vhagar at Laena’s funeral ISNT OKAY?…..

Jace possibly cheating on Baela with Sara or Cregan is OKAY, but Aegon stepping out on Helaena ISNT OKAY?……

Daemon planning & plotting against literally ANYONE is OKAY, but Alicent, Criston, Otto, & Aemond plotting & planning ISNT OKAY?…….

Rhaenyra defending her sons & demanding Aemond be sharply questioned is OKAY, but Alicent wanting Justice for her son & an eye for an eye ISNT OKAY?……..

Baela & Rhaena being passed over for their BIRTHRIGHT is OKAY, but when it’s Rhaenyra who’s cheated out of her “birthright” it ISNT OKAY?………

Rhaenyra acts entitled & spoiled it’s OKAY, but let the Green kids act entitled & spoiled it ISNT OKAY?……….

Daemon pays to take young girls maidenhoods (most of them brothel workers who were TEENAGERS) it’s OKAY, but Aegon does it and it ISNT OKAY?………..

Daemon orders the death of a child & it’s OKAY, it’s JUSTIFIED, but Aemond takes RIGHTFUL REVENGE against a boy OLD ENOUGH TO FIGHT BACK and it ISNT OKAY?…………(idgaf what you say if someone bullied you then jumped you then took your eye & got away with it YOU’D BE PISSEED TO LIE & SAY YOU WOULDNT 😐)

Rhaenyra having “bastards” is OKAY, but Aegon & Aemond having bastards ISNT OKAY?………….

Daemon can allow for women & children to be hurt in all ways imaginable that’s OKAY, but Aemond taking ONE woman as a spoiled of war ISNT OKAY?……….…. (If Alys wanted to she could’ve ended up in various different positions yk being a WITCH & all)

Rhaenyra can lose nearly all her children & get compassion that’s OKAY, but giving Aegon & Helaena compassion over their son dying when he literally DIDNT DO SHIT ISNT OKAY??…………...

Visenya dies, being sad about that is OKAY, but being sad about Jaehaera’s death ISNT OKAY?………….…

Rhaenyra being a shit to children is OKAY, but Alicent being a shit to children ISNT OKAY?……….…….

Luke & Jace bullying Aemond is OKAY because they were younger, but AEGON bullying Aemond ISNT OKAY, because…?………………………….…

Because y’all are hypocrites! The whole point of this post is to showcase just how hypocritical the toxic fans (mostly team black) are. Rhaenyra & her side do it, all is fine & it doesn’t matter. Aegon & his side do it and there’s an uproar, they’re evil & deserve horribleness. Give me a fucking break honestly 🙄

If you see this tragedy and decide to make it worse by picking sides or not giving empathy, sympathy, & understanding to both sides then you need to grow tf up, mature A LOT, then look at the media again because somewhere along the way you missed the importance of this story and OUR WORLD is shitter for that!

[just4jinx]

treat you better.

(wlw, smut 18+)

banner made by saradika-graphics.

warnings: reader cheats on husband (when he goes low you go lower), babysitter!arle, fingering, eating out, slight choking but nothing crazy.. literally one line, softer arle (shocker), all reader receiving (arle just showing you what your husband is lacking lol)

word count: 1.8k

after a heated argument with your husband that lasted longer than you had hoped, you called yourself an uber. you were met by plush seats and dim lighting, the driver shooting you a reassuring smile before you confirmed where you were heading. it felt wrong to leave the bar without your partner, but frankly you were too irritated to care. he shouldnt have had his hands firmly on another woman the moment you turned your eye.

the relationship was lovely at first, of course. he showered you with affection, dates, gifts, the lot. and you were always thankful, but slowly he gave you the impression he was losing interest and didnt seem to be attracted to you anymore. his work hours eventually became longer so looking after your kid became a one woman job, but being a mother has always been your top priority anyways. you felt like a fool for assuming that dragging him out for a date night would help rekindle any kind of spark between you both.

above you, the stars shone alongside the moon, gifting you a small sense of comfort as your uber pulled up to your driveway. a deep sigh escaped your lips, tipping the driver before shutting the door behind you and turning on your deep red heel towards your modern house. the cold night breeze ran through the strands of your hair when your hand gripped the front door handle, the warmth from inside your house hitting your face after carefully stepping inside.

you were met with another smile, except this time by a taller and slightly older woman — the babysitter, arlecchino. she wasted no time standing up and brushing herself down before making her way towards you. her touch on your shoulder was gentle as she gestured for you to turn around, slowly slipping your coat off your body.

“you’re alone?” arlecchino’s voice was relatively quiet with a hint of confusion, clearly expecting a man by your side. silence soon filled the room since you couldn’t put together the words to explain the situation at first, and the other woman thankfully didn’t pester you about it. she hung up your coat after running a light hand down your back, possibly to comfort you but you were too in your head to take much notice of her touch.

“i told him to find somewhere to stay tonight… anywhere but here.”

arlecchino isn’t a first time babysitter. shes highly experienced, you being one of many people she works for and her schedule has always seemed pretty packed. though, she somehow seems to make time just for you. her warm breath tickled the back of your neck causing you to turn around to face her.

“i left him for several minutes while i went to the restroom, just to come back to him all over another woman.” you paused before continuing, your voice laced with irritation. “she was beautiful. i feel so stupid.”

arlecchino hummed, similarly deep in thought.

“he doesn’t treat you right, and you deserve better. but you know that.”

her words replayed in your mind several times. you did know that. but a divorce felt extremely scary and your habit of holding onto things that no longer serve you was getting ridiculous.

you simply nodded in agreement, lifting up one of your dress straps that had fallen moments before. your dress was jet black and had a silky touch, and it hugged your figure to perfection.

“the kid is fast asleep. he has been for hours. no trouble.” the babysitter spoke up, her eyes scanning you from head to toe, you thanked her instantly for both doing a good job and listening to your problems, arlecchino noticing your defeated expression and placing a single gentle hand to your hip. you glanced at her with low, tired eyes as she spoke once more.

“you need someone who treats you like you deserve, i mean that. a beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be putting up with men like that.” arlecchino spoke no louder than a whisper, her eyes jumping to your long fingers running through your sleek hair with ease.

the living room was dim with only a small number of lamps turned on, the wind outside howling loud enough to disrupt the silence between the two women, only looks being exchanged for the moment.

“i want to feel attractive, cared for, wanted.” a deep sigh escaped your lips as you stepped away to press your back against the wall behind you, watching closely as arlecchino followed without any hesitation. the older woman didnt leave much room between you both, her right hand trailing up to gently cup your cheek followed by her thumb lightly caressing it. before you could continue, the other woman spoke up close to your ear.

“i can make you feel that way.” her lips hovered above your soft skin just as her perfume filled the air, your hand lightly tugging at the waistband of her trousers without giving it much thought.

“let me show you what you deserve.”

arlecchino turned her head to face you once more before going in for a kiss but stopping right before the connection, curious to see how you would react. to her surprise you slowly pressed your lips against hers, her hands gripping your hips hard enough to make you quietly whine into the kiss. her tongue asked for entrance which you immediately allowed, tasting her entirely as your arms found themselves wrapped around her neck.

arlecchino pressed her slim body against yours, feeling the heat radiate off you while deepening the kiss. she carefully hooked two fingers under the side of your tight dress, lifting it enough to give her access to where you desperately longed for her touch the most. a light gasp left your soft lips the moment you felt the palm of her hand press against your core from over your black lace panties. she couldn't help but smile against your jaw, peppering sweet kisses along it as her fingers tapped your clit several times.

she couldn’t possibly believe she had you in such a position but it was nothing she would ever complain about in a million years.

you tried not to make any noise since you had to be quiet regardless, but it felt difficult while being so needy. you couldn’t even remember the last time your husband touched you.

arlecchino slid her dominant hand into your underwear, immediately teasing your entrance and being pleasantly surprised by how wet you already were. your sweet juices coated her fingers as she nipped at the skin on your neck, following it up with a single wet kiss. it took everything within her not to mark you how she wanted.

moments passed and the older woman inserted one finger, pumping in and out of your aching cunt causing your knees to go weak. unfortunately biting your bottom lip only suppressed the first few moans that left you, arlecchino’s pace quickening when you least expected it. her free hand moved up to lightly squeeze the sides of your neck, her dark gaze sending shivers down your spine.

suddenly, arlecchino stopped, pushing her finger inside you as far as she could, desperate for you to take the whole length and holding it there. it felt like torture for you and she could see that in your pretty eyes as well as feel the way your walls clenched around her.

“fuck, you’re so stunning.” arlecchino’s voice was low and breathy, the sight of you visibly arousing her. you met her words with nothing but a desperate whine as your body twitched due to the sensitivity.

her lips urgently crashed against yours before she began fingering your sopping cunt at a faster pace than before, your ability to kiss her back fading with each second that passed.

the sound of your own wetness pushed you closer to the edge but arlecchino stopped again, this time removing her finger entirely and ordering you to suck it clean, which you did. your lack of hesitation resulted in the older woman lightly chuckling, her attention soon moving back to your core.

you furrowed your brows, watching your babysitter drop to her knees and pull your soaked panties down to your ankles.

“arle..” you kept your voice quiet with a hint of confusion, attentively watching the other woman perfectly position herself underneath you, her long nails digging into your thighs.

“shhh,” she whispered once her lips were barely millimetres away from your cunt, her breath hot against your sensitive skin. “just take it. can you do that for me, darling?”

you nodded eagerly after tangling your fingers in arlecchino's hair, your grip subconsiously tightening once she licked a slow but purposeful strip from your slit up to your small bundle of nerves.

she took her tongue and flicked your throbbing clit several times, following up with a few light sucks to it, eliciting a series of broken moans from your lips. she quickly became aware of the way you tried to grind against her, placing her tongue flat to let you ride her face with ease. arlecchino's crimson eyes were glued to yours, admiring you through her dark lashes, adoring the way you trembled and stuttered her name so beautifully as you chased an orgasm.

you looked down at the older woman, feeling yourself completely losing control and letting a long whimper slip out of your mouth. her lips wrapped around your swollen clit once more causing you to roughly tug at her long hair, arlecchino trying her hardest not to smile proudly against your core. she was enjoying this a little too much, and she could tell you were close.

as much as she wanted to compliment you some more she chose to continue her ministrations, swirling her tongue until you came in her mouth, desperately attempting to be quiet but not entirely succeeding. your body felt beyond weak and you could barely stay up, gripping onto arlecchino's shoulders tightly for support while you came down from your intense high.

you practically choked on your own breath and fell back against the living room wall after a few moments, arlecchino rising up to meet you with a passionate kiss, her hands possessively on your sides. you could taste yourself on her plump lips, humming as you melted into her.

the older woman pulled back to whisper.

"you deserve to feel good, always." arlecchino pressed her lips against yours a couple more times, each kiss feeling more desperate than the last and it was intoxicating. she was right, in every sense. she usually is.

"perhaps sleep on it." she continued with a gentle tone, both of you having lost track of time. after yanking down your dress to cover yourself and picking up your panties from around your ankle, you parted your soft lips to reply as quiet as ever.

"i'll call you, okay?"

the older woman left the residence with payment firmly gripped in one hand and her coat in the other, feeling optimistic that she would hear from you again that week, whether that would be for work or other matters. as long as she got to see your pretty face, she didn't mind.

[mrsnerdygirl]

I hate, HATE IT, when i see people online that ship Draco Malfoy with Hermione Granger, make Astoria Greengrass, a character that we know NOTHING about, a bad guy.

Or people who say that, Narcissa and Lucius forced Draco to get married to her, but he loved Hermione.

Astoria was a bad mom.

After Astoria died, Hermione took her place etc, etc.

Stop it . You know nothing about Astoria, but if you used your brain you would realise that she was actually very liked. She was a good person who supported Muggle borns, and that is why Narcissa and Lucius didnt like her . She was nothing like the Malfoys.

Astoria was an amazing mom and wife. Both her son and husband were devastated to lose her, and Draco nor Scorpius ever replaced her .

Stop putting down characters that do not deserve it, only so that you can enjoy your fics and ships.

[aq2003]

ok spoilers for macbeth i guess . incoherent ramblings and immediate thoughts abt it bc i'm crazy

- the opening scene made me gasp and cover my mouth the entire way through. the way it opens w a BANG and macbeth washing his hands of the blood while praises of his prowess on the battlefield ring around him but he just looks so haunted and miserable the whole time sets the tone of the play SO well

- macbeth is Losing his fucking mind. from the START. and this is such genius characterization. he is so unwell. he is so on the edge of something terrible from the very beginning of the play and the pushing from the witches and lady macbeth is the catalyst that tips him over the edge. there are remnants of his consciousness and guilt ringing around in there and when they bubble to the surface it is so heartbreaking bc you know they will be snuffed out as the play goes on

- lady macbeth's humanity. i think this is the most human lady macbeth i've ever seen she is so in the throes of loneliness and grief and she misses her husband and thinks the murder will bring them together but instead it sends macbeth into this awful downwards spiral and the guilt eats her alive. when she says macbeth is "too full of the milk of human kindness" it's a mischaracterization. she doesn't know how much her husband has changed while he's been away fighting the war

- THE DAGGER SOLILOQUY the way it's lit and staged and acted like he's talking to his own shadow and convincing himself to do the murder. this scene was fucking amazing from the balcony the way he crawled around on the ground UGHHHHH IT WAS SO SO GOOD

- david looked right up at me when the crown was put on his head and my heart fully stopped right there

- the "full of scorpions is my mind" line reading deserves every single theater award ever on its OWN i DO NOT CARE GIVE DAVID TENNANT EVERY AWARD EVER

- macbeth taking off the crown to talk to the murderers because his killing spree is driven by macbeth the sharp edged violent soldier and not macbeth the king. like Oh my god

- BANQUET SCENE IM CRAZYYYYYY OH MY GODDDDDD FJCKKKKKKK THE WAYYYYYYYY THEY LIT THIS SCENE TO SWITCH FROM MACBETH'S TERROR AT BANQUO'S GHOST TO THE PERSOECTIVE OF THE THANES !!!! I KNEW DAVID WOULD EAT THIS SCENE UP BUT GOD. MY GODDDDD.

- the second scene w the witches was staged SO good and SO creatively like macbeth hallucinating his peers and friends and family and his son being killed and brought back in some twisted possessed form to tell him the prophecies OUGH

- fleance walking up and down the side of the stage. both macbeth and lady macbeth repeating this motion like they're remembering their son and they're haunted by his ghost . FUCK

- the death scene of lady macduff and her son was so violent i gasped out loud again

- malcolm is so fucking good in this like i REALLY like the idea of him being a teenager and the friction between him and macduff comes out of a difference in amount of life lived. also the "face it like a man"/"feel it like a man" lines become so Interesting with transmasc malcolm i need to process my thoughts on this further

- tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow was SOOOOOO. IT WAS SOOOOOOOOO. LIKEEEEEEE even though she pushed him towards duncan's murder lady macbeth was the last tether macbeth had to his humanity at the end and it's so so fucking tragic and sad. like i felt that "signifying /nothing/" within the DEEPEST pits of my soul.

- THE YOUNG SIWARD SCENE. I THOUGHT I KNEW WHAT WAS COMING AND I DIDNT AND I NEED TO BE FUCKING SHOT I NEED TO BE SHOT I JEED TO BE SHOT I NEED TO BE SHOT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

- macbeth's death was played so perfectly like i don't even have the words for it the whole final fight scene and his death was so fucking good i need to be shaken like ragdoll

- i'm insane

[griddleharker]

orv spoilersss but i cant stop thinking abt dokja and how things ended for his 'fathers'...

his biological father was abusive toward him and his mother, and dokja accidentally killed him when he was young... his adoptive father, hades (adopted him as a grown adult, kinda makes me giggle) died for dokja's cause.. for his story... for his conclusion.. so he'd live... Dokja lost both fathers and feels responsible for both deaths.... ofc his bio dad was awful and deserved it but the conclusion is the same, dokja's adoptive father dying out of love and dokja's biological father dying because he harms them.. when hades died dokja didnt get to process his feelings, but he probably was reminded of that day he killed his father...

And a direct consequence of both deaths is his mother's pain... they never blamed him, they loved him and did all they could to protect him still. for dokja's biological mother, the hurt didnt come from losing a husband, but from having to lose a son to protect him.... to live in guilt for leaving him nehind and alone. when it was all she could do to protect him, bearing the hatred her son directed toward her, unknowing of all she did for him. and persephone's hurt being from the loss of her life partner, her husband... who protected her, and her son.

perfect contrary of what happened to kdj's biological parents. mystomach hurts my head hurts.. protecting vs harming, losing a son vs losing a husband.... yeah

[dirtytransmasc]

Yes, she decided. The moment she continued to go in his chamber, she could advice him to wed laena instead of trying to have a relationship with him, she could have remember him of his duty. She had a choice as everyone has

clearly logic is something that will not reach you no matter what I say but let's try again shall we.

first off, Viserys married for pleasure, not power or political gain. he knew his duties he knew what was best and had no interest. he married Alicent because that's what he wanted. it would be insanely inappropriate for a girl to advise a king on political matters AND it should not be the job of a 14 year old child to tell a king what he should be doing.

second off, she had a father to please, cause again, to reiterate, she was his daughter and she had a duty to him and her house. this was not a duty she wanted, but she didn't have a choice. she was young but se wasn't stupid she knew what her father expected of her, and if word got back from Viserys that she was actively advising him to marry someone else, she would then not only bring disobeying her father but going against him.

thirdly, and more minorly, "she should have pushed him to marry laena" isn't the gotcha you think it is. laena was even younger than her, and even if it was politically expected of him, still fucking gross.

lastly, cause I apparently can't stress this enough, SHE DIDNT HAVE A CHOICE, plain and simple. she had no agency, she had no power, she had no out, she was at the mercy of her father, she had to obey him, she had to do what he said, even if it meant walking herself to slaughter. once she met with the king, he took a liking to her and DEMANDED her presence, he the DEMANDED her hand. again, there was no point she could have said no. she couldn't say no to her father, she couldn't advise the king (he barely tolerated it when she was literally the queen, let alone if she had just been some girl entertaining him in his chambers), she couldn't deny the king of anything, she didn't have a choice.

she was 14 and scared, 14 and trying to survive, 14 and trying to please her father, 14 and sent to a man 3 times her age's chambers, 14 and lusted after by the king, 14 and knowing of her place in the world and what was expected of her. like every other woman in their history, she couldn't escape, she couldn't, there's no plainer way to say it. she faced her duty with poise and a stiff lip, cause that's what you had to do, but she was just a child.

you can't expect her to have been some radical icon, there were none, women who went against their station in life were punished or killed or put into god awful betrothals to lessen the shame brought to her family. she was a nobleman's daughter, she had a house to bring honor to. she did the heartbreaking thing of giving up, for the benefit of her father and house, doesn't mean she wanted it, doesn't mean it was ok, doesn't mean she isn't deserving of pity. giving in to your duty =/= wanting it.

"she had a choice as everyone has" she had a choice every woman has; accept it with grace, be forced into it, or damn herself to a fate much worse (and that's being generous, most didn't even have that many choices). it's the men who had choices, Otto offered his daughter up, he didn't have to, he had no obligation and nothing to lose if he didn't. Viserys had every choice, he could have married whoever he wanted, he could have denied her the second she entered his chambers. the men in her life had every choice to change her fate, yet they didn't take it, and you would rather blame her over them?

and listen, I know your set in your mindset of victim blaming a child bride who was raped until her husband didn't have the health or stamina to keep it up, and that you'll choose to blame her over the men in her life who damned her to such a fate. nothing I say will ever convince you, cause you clearly hate her past where logic will reach. you can keep sending asks with your terrible takes that have no backing or logic and actively ignore the political and societal state of the times and what it means for her as a young noble girl, and I'll keep answering them cause I have nothing better to do and I'll defend my girl to the grave.

[ritzcuit]

i think part of why its so hard for me to get a good angle in Datz Grieving Fiction esp datz crying is 1 i have trouble imagining him crying ....uh in generalKFNDHF Like hes got 23 years of repression he is DRY! but 2: Who is there...like... amara or beh'leeb, i guess? bc having him cry in front of yuty or aj is also smth i cant visualize well. those are the kids he has to Be Strong for. i feel like he would swallow it down a thousand times instead of folding in front of them...like he'd Be Sad but crying? nahhhh

the best bet is amara, i guess. im getting visions of him trying real hard not to break, especially in front of her, bc shes His Husband and all that, but the urge to be strong and cheer-upping isnt there, and he falters just enough. bc she'd get it, too, and not in the way aj and yuty get it, bc she didnt lose a dad but A Partner and a Peer and its just augh. datz doesnt want to crack bc its awkward and she's got better things to do than deal with him, and all, but...

like amara is his peer and shes an awful nice person too. maybe it sucks a little to have Woman Emotional Labor Position but like. GESTURES. maybe it even starts as datz trying to give his own condolences properly, since he never did, but she..........isnt really as affected as he is, you know? she doesnt need it. like. she hadnt seen dhurke in years. she has her own life. its fine. but shes also not stupid and so she asks datz, how are YOU doing? and he cracks a joke and shes like no no, none of that. im serious.

and datz cant weasel his way out of it..! like no sorry you have to face your feelings. even dhurke would go soft on him and let him go...but well. he isnt here and she's not him. maybe theres even a thing, like. amara wants him to quit running away just for his own sake, but also, dhurke deserves to be mourned in earnest, and she cant do it alone. you know? shes missing a lot.. its a mix of, "im your friend and im going tough because i care about you" and like, amara understanding her grief via datz, in a sense. is that insane. Listen theyre so messy i just want someone to hug datz until he cries

[cartoonrival]

due to the fact that sakura's crush on sasuke has always been immature (this is fine because she was 12 years old) and much closer to infatuation than actually caring about who he is as a person (see: her attempt to convince him to stay in konoha at the end of pt 1) (again, not a critique of her person because she was 12) (still a critique of kishimoto though because he didnt do this for interest he did it because that is all women are to him) it its extremely glaring that she does not become disillusioned with him by the end of shippuden. not to the point of hating him obviously, but it doesn't really track that she hasn't realized that sasuke isn't the person she's WANTED him to be for so many years. for gods sake she tried to KILL HIM! after seeing everything he did, and not understanding why he's doing it (for a slew of reasons including there is literally just information about the uchihas' history that he has and she doesn't, plus she (along with basically everybody else, this isn't a critique) is just not equipped to understand the hell sasuke is going through), it would be fit for her to lose interest.

the fact that she starts the series with a stupid crush on sasuke isn't an issue (her being largely reduced to that IS an issue but thats not the point of this post), the issue is that it's established as being stupid and shallow but she's still holding onto it by the end of the series, and not even in a "i feel like i understand you for real this time and love you for the complicated person you are instead of for the idealized image i had of you in my head when we were kids" way, it's in essentially the SAME WAY she had a crush on him to begin with! the scene where he leaves konoha after the war is SPECIFICALLY INTENDED to mirror the scene where he left at the end of pt 1, actively HIGHLIGHTING that she still views him in the same light she viewed him when they were younger. "can i come with you" FULLY misses the point of what he's trying to do, it missed the point when they were kids and it misses the point now. instead of HER pitch changing, what shifts is sasuke's RESPONSE to it, which makes EQUALLY little sense for him considering the nicest thing he's said to her up to this point in the series is (paraphrased) "i'm sorry i was such an asshole to you all this time, [you didn't deserve that]".

over the course of shippuden, sakura SHOULD'VE been realizing that sasuke is a much more complicated person than she ever realized. she still wants to save him and is still (perhaps naively) chasing the old team 7 dynamic, but it's slowly becoming clear that she does not know him at all. this should have culminated in her choice to try and kill him herself, but in canon after her failed attempt her feelings on sasuke don't get much focus again. this also would have added a much more interesting element to the story if kakashi and naruto are still holding onto hope that sasuke can be saved, but the 3rd member of the team is deadset on killing him, but this plot point (from sakura's perspective) was basically glossed over as soon as it ended. by the end of the series, it would honestly be better if her "you should be sorry" attitude held! she SHOULD be angry! look what he put her through! look how he treated her! her feelings should be complicated! maybe she still loves him and wants them to be able to understand each other like real friends should, but she should also recognize that it will take time for them to be able to really reconcile, and for gods sake the two of them are not romantically compatible at all. it is a disservice . sakura im so sorry you deserve a husband who loves you and an author that doesn't hate you

[rbfclassy]

STILL IN LOVE! #8 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Fuck,” Toji grunted before letting out a deep sigh, sweat dripping off his skin as he placed the weights down on the floor. He looked around the room, glancing outside the window.

“That was three more than the last time,” Gojo spoke with a smirk, leaning up against the wall. He took a sip from his water bottle before speaking again, “who’re you tryna impress?” He teased.

“No one. Just tryna get back into the gym.” Toji grabbed his water off of the floor along with his towel, wiping the sweat from his face. Gojo causally walked over towards Toji, standing over him with his arms folded. “May I help you?” Toji glared at the white haired man. As good of a friend gojo was to Toji, he was also very annoying at times, which eventually he had to get used to.

“You never told me how your talk with y/n went? How is she anyway? Single? Not single? Just wanna know when I can make my move.” Gojo quirked a brow, clearly trying to get a reaction from his friend.

“Very funny. She’s doing just fine.” Toji stood from his seat, pushing past Gojo and walking out of his gym room towards the kitchen to grab a small snack. Gojo trailed right behind him, laughing.

“And?” Gojo snatched the box of granola bars from Toji’s hand, slamming them on the counter as he waited for more of a response. “Come on man, I want the details!”

Toji rolled his eyes with the shake of his head, snatching back the box. “We talked about us as parents and our kids. That’s it. What more do you wanna hear?” The crinkling sound of a wrapper filled the silent kitchen.

“That’s it?” Gojo’s brows furrowed, genuinely confused. Toji nodded in response, chewing on his food. “You two didnt have sex?” Gojo questioned, eyebrows now raised in surprise. “Not even a kiss?”

“Nothin. Just a hug and a see you later,” Toji explained.

“Holy shit! You two are actually over. Wow, I never thought I’d see this day come,” Gojo scoffed, grabbing a granola bar from the box. “Have you met or seen her new man?”

Toji shrugged. “No, not really. I’ve seen him, but I haven’t properly talked to him. Don’t think I want to. I want her to be happy, she deserves it. I just can’t stand seeing her happy with someone else. Is that wrong of me? I still get jealous, possessive. But it’s no longer my place to say anything.”

“Who are you and what did you do with Toji?” Gojo had a scowl on his face. Toji let out an airy laugh, shaking his head at him. “It’s weird seeing you all…mature.” Gojo shivered before taking another bite of his granola bar.

“I know. I’m still getting used to it myself.” Not a second goes by where you’re not on Toji’s mind. He thinks about what you’re doing, how you’re doing. He wants to text you, see you, hear your voice, touch you again. He hates that it has to be this way now, but it’s for you, for your family.

Though he has these thoughts in the back of his head, imagining you forgetting about him, acting like he doesn’t exist anymore, you getting remarried to someone that isn’t him. He’s scared of fully losing you, losing his family. You and the kids are the only thing keeping him together, giving him hope that things we maybe work out in the future. But every now and then, he sees those flowers on your table, the kiss your shared with him, the smile on your face when you hugged him. It haunts Toji.

“I forgot to ask, how’d your talk with Toji go?” Kento questioned, his arms snaking around your waist as you wiped your makeup off in the bathroom mirror. He peppered kisses down your neck as he waited for your response.

A smile crept on your face before speaking, “it went well actually. No argument. He was actually very understanding.” You softly smiled, continuing to wipe the makeup off. Of course you wouldn’t mention how Toji practically told you he was still in love with you, held you in his arms while you cried into his chest. It still felt like you smell his cologne in your nose each time you took a deep breath.

“Well, that’s good, right? Now you won’t have to deal with him anymore,” Kento chuckled, pulling away from you. Your brows furrowed at his comment, something in the way he said it didn’t sit right with you, but you decided to ignore it. “He seems like a pretty shitty person, but who am I to judge. I’m just glad you’re doing better, sweetheart.”

You turned around to face the blonde haired man with a puzzled look on your face. “Yeah, who are you to judge?” You asked, tossing your makeup wipe down on the bathroom counter. “Me and Toji may have not had the best relationship towards the end and we may not agree on some things, but I do not need you coming up in here and bashing my children’s father to my face.”

“Woah, woah, calm down, I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I’m sorry, it just came out wrong.” Kento grabbed onto your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. “I just seen how much he’s put you through and I don’t like it.” You pulled your hands from his, leaning Nanami with a slightly shocked expression.

“That is not how you meant it. Calling him a shitty person? Really? He’s a good dad, takes care of his kids, he cares about the people in his life, Kento.” You started to get defensive. Toji had his bad moments, every one does, and your relationship showed that side of him, but you also saw the best of him too. You knew deep down Toji was actually someone trustworthy, a good person at heart.

“Yeah, like the way he cared about you towards the end of your marriage?” Kento questioned.

You stared at him, unable to form words, trying to process the ones that just came out of his mouth. “What did you just say?”

Kento stepped closer towards you, realizing what had just slipped from his mouth, an apologetic look on his face when he saw the saddened look in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I—”

“You have no fucking right to talk about my marriage with him. Just because I told you what happened doesn’t mean you know the whole story, you understand? He was my husband, he’s the father of my kids! How fucking dare you? Get the hell out of my house.” Anger lined your tone. You never thought that someone like Nanami would ever judge someone’s character, let alone, speak about them in such an ill manner. He seemed understanding, open to the whole situation, even offered you advice—which you took.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to upset you. Forgive me. You’re right, it isn’t my place to speak about your marriage. I just thought—”

“Let me make this clear again…get out of my house, please.” You sharply inhaled, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to control your anger. And to think you were going to have a nice night while the kids were at Shoko’s and you had the house to yourself. You stood there looking at the tiles of the bathroom floor, Nanami stepping out of the room to grab his things. A shaky breath rattled through your body as tears began forming in your eyes, but just as quickly as they came you wiped them away even faster.

The front door shut, leaving you in complete silence.

Toji rubbed the towel over his wet hair, sweats hanging low on his waist as he walked into the living room to settle down for the day. He grabbed the remote, turning on the tv to find an interesting moving to watch before bed, choosing between horror or thriller. “This is same shit as the other one,” he spoke to himself, sucking his teeth.

Toji’s phone began vibrating as he clicked through the movie selections, not bothering to look as he picked it up. “What do you want, Gojo?” Toji asked with an unenthusiastic tone.

“Toji,” you sniffled. He immediately sat up, eyes going wide at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Are you okay? The kids okay?” He asked with panic, standing to his feet.

“The kids…the kids are fine, they’re with Shoko.” You could barely talk, trying to control your emotions.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Toji questioned, walking over to the front door to slip on his shoes. “What happened? Talk to me.” He opened his front door, walking to his car, unlocking it.

“Can you just come over? Please?” You asked.

“I’m already on my way, okay? Stay on the phone,” he demanded. The sound of your cries made Toji fill with worry. You wouldn’t tell him what was wrong or what was going on, but he’s never driven anywhere else faster before. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.” You nodded as if he could see you.

Toji didn’t even turn his lights or tv off. Hell, he can’t even remember if he locked his front door. But at this point he didn’t give a damn. All he knew was that you needed him right now. He wasn’t going to leave you like he did all those times before. “I’m around the corner, be at the door.” Toji hung up the phone as he turned down your street, slowly breaking as he pulled up to your house. He noticed how there was only your car in the driveway.

He saw your front door open, the light from the house illuminating your figure as you stood on the steps. Toji quickly got out of the car, rushing towards you. He could hear you crying the closer he got. You reached towards him with open arms, Toji took you in his, nearly out of breath. “Mama, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, soothingly rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry for calling so late,” you sobbed.

“No, no, shh, come on, let’s go inside.” He noticed how you were only in your nightgown in the cold. Helping you into the house, he locked the front door behind him. He stood there with you in his arms, embracing you, comforting you as you cried. “I’m here, baby,” he said softly.

“I just…we got into a fight…and I started drinking and I—I can’t stop crying. I needed you,” you explained, tears rolling down your cheeks. Toji could faintly smell the alcohol on your breath as you spoke. Toji wasn’t going to intrude on your business when it came to your new relationship, but if he had to guess, the argument was pretty recent.

“He didn’t touch you or anything, right?” Toji sternly asked. You immediately shook your head no. A weight of relief lifted off of his shoulders at your answer.

“I’m sorry for calling you so late, Toji. You didn’t have to come I was—”

“I don’t care about that, okay? I don’t want you to be alone while you’re feeling like this. Not anymore. Let’s go.” He guided you towards your bedroom, the plush carpet under your feet as he sat you down on the bed. You finally stopped crying, wiping the tears off of your face as you sat there to collect your thoughts. “I’ll be back.” Toji felt a tug on his hand as he went to step away, looking back to see you staring up at him.

“Stay.” It almost looked like you were begging him. Is this what you were like all those years ago? How he just ignored you? How could he do something like that to you? You squeezed his hand tighter as you crawled into the bed, pulling him with you. Toji reluctantly followed, but still gave in. His arms wrapped your body, pulling the blankets over you as you snuggled into him. You inhaled his scent, hugging onto him like you never wanted to let go. “Don’t go,” you mumbled against him.

His fingers ran over your skin. “I won’t, mama. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He kissed the top of your head. Toji laid there as you fell asleep his arms, bedroom light still on, his hair still damp from his shower. He doesn’t know what to think right now, lost in his head. Was this real? Or were you just drunk? He doesn’t want to think about it too much, but yet he does. Will you hate him when you wake up? Scold him, yell at him? God, he hopes not.

“I love you, Toji.” Those three words made his heart sank, his movements came to a halt.

She’s drunk. She’s doesn’t mean that. Don’t read too much into it. This will never happen again. It isn’t real.

It takes everything in him not to say those three words back. He doesn’t want to give into something that he knows won’t even be a second thought to you the moment you open your eyes again. His jaw clenched as he stared at your bedroom wall. “Just sleep, baby,” he quietly spoke. He slumped the lump in his throat, continuing to trace patterns on your skin.

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[cosmicrhetoric]

i feel like you could take the ending to be rather conservative but i didnt feel like it was. sure its implied both women 'stay' with their husbands but both she n him were partners first and lovers....never. it felt both realistic and the ideal option. realistically no one is getting a divorce in vrindavan. but she didnt lose any of her family and still gained the relationship she wanted. like. it was about the girl she was in love with but this was an internalized homophobia film rather than a romance. idk if i were in the closet for 20 years and i finally accepted that i deserve to be happy i would be really really glad that the person i spent those 20 years with gave me a stupid little thumbs up from stage right

[malcontentswanns]

ellievswann​:

there was a sad recognition in ellie’s eyes when will confirmed what they were both were thinking. it had been so unspoken for years, everything kept so close to the family that it made it almost seem like it wouldn’t happen. if they didnt discuss this, if they didn’t think about it then it would never happen. but it would. their brother was not getting better. he would not get any better. there was a sadness within the understanding of them both.

there were only a few words that the two siblings needed to share to understand one another. she knew what will be needed to do when he got home and new her part in helping. “i will prepare a list for you. not that you need to pick from my choices or mother’s or father’s but at least it will give you somewhere to start. the ladies around this court are always abuzz with whom is free and who’s power is dwindling.” she told him, taking a seat across from him. “we are swanns, others should be wishing to join our family.”

“i have played my part for our family will. i have secured our alliance to the targaryens through my marriage. don’t think i am complaining about that, my husband is a good man. but you will… i want you to find someone from our home. you deserve someone whom you care for or can grow to care for. let us play chess with the dragons in their cities but have our home be ours.”

➳

the genuine prospect of marriage was one that made him feel as though he could sense the headache coming before it even began; truthfully, he had always been entirely split upon the matter. it seemed as though everyone around them married for the sake of political alliance, which was a strength and was necessary according to the ways in which their society simply was. he knew why that happened. he knew why others did such things. it made sense. something about elenda speaking of gathering women made the whole thing feel so real. 

“you think a stormlands house would be better?” he asked, his tone tired. the prospect exhausted him, and it did not even start yet. what didn’t make sense, was the way in which some people seemed to expect more from political arrangements: he had no clue whether his sister loved her husband. truthfully, he did not want to know.

“i will pick from your list. i am not...” he trailed off, a slight sigh escaping from his mouth at the prospect of being put in a room and attempting to force conversations with people. did he need to ask them what their favourite colour was? did he need to ask them what their favourite song was? if they enjoyed reading? when he did not truly care? “i won’t do it.” he did not expand on what he meant. she would understand. his hand came down upon the armrest. “the extra faff. i don’t have it in me.” 

he just knew not how to have another person in his personal space; be emotionally available for another person. women were strange creatures; they seemed to mean one thing and say another. they were easily ready to shed tears for things they too done; he had made lyra celtigar cry so seamlessly he wondered whether there was something wrong with him. “and hers.” he spoke, a brief comment on their goodsister.

for when lord arthur swann died, wylliam would not turn out the woman that had dedicated herself to their family. she would be welcome to remain in stonehelm, should she wish: there would be no expectation for her to return to her own kin. “i understand there could be tensions, but i do not intend on removing her from the family or sending her away.” she would lose her status of ruling lady to the second son, and whoever wylliam married; he only hoped arthur was preparing his wife for life without him.

he did not know how he would do it. 

[thisisnotahaiku]

Just realized that 13 Going On 30 doesn’t have a happy ending for everyone... Whatever happened to the lady that Mark Ruffalo was gonna marry in the original timeline??

[bitchapalooza]

I shouldn't make headcanons before I finish the game, but here's some Vanillacupcakeshipping(Larry x Katy; kinda like this name better lol) headcanons!

They've only been married for 2 years now. They were dating for about 7 years before, though.

I like the idea that Giacomo is Larry's son :) so he is their son :) well Katy's step-son anyway! Maybe Larry was married before, I dunno lol

Larry tries everything Katy bakes, especially her newer pastries/experiments. Theres no garentee theyre added to the menu, but its pretty likely it will be.

Katy loves it when her husband comes home! She stays up as long as she can to wait up for him. She ends up falling asleep most times, however. Larry finds it very sweet of her, but worrying for her health.

Larry tries so hard to call her at the exact same time every day to say hello and check in on her, but sometimes he gets so busy that he cant call until the evening or not at all.

Though most times Katy cant answer anyway. Shes often too busy herself.

Katy really loves cute clothes so Larry will often come home with a cute dress or blouse he saw in the window and thought Katy would like it. She doesnt always find the chance to wear them, but its a nice gesture and she appreciates the thought behind it. They do have a couple date nights every month though and so she wears them then!

Speaking of date nights, I think they simply see a movie or go out eating. Larry makes it a point to spoil her on these nights because he thinks she deserves it. He also thinks she's a queen so he maybe a bit biased lol

He doesn't show it whatsoever, but on the inside Larry is a flustered mess any time Katy is around.

Larry worked a lot of over time in order to afford the ring he proposed with. She doesn't wear much jewelry due the risk of losing it while baking, but even so he wanted to give her a beautiful ring. It isnt fancy, the diamond is small but that was the point (since Katy doesn't wear much and prefers simple jewelry when she does wear it). What made it beautiful, and Katy can agree, are the custom web engravings on the outside and her name and the date they met was engraved on the inside too. Its very special to Katy and she wears it on a chain when she's working.

Their wedding wasn't anything special really. It was just their small families attending. A quick ceremony with a small reception at the bakery.

Giacomo is pretty okay with Katy. He didnt like her much when his dad and her started dating though. He mostly lives with his bio mom, but on the weekends he's with Larry and Katy— well when school isnt going on. Speaking of such, Larry had given up on trying to get Giacomo to go back to school. It was more so his ex-wife telling him to give up and let Giacomo make his own mistakes. Katy still feels like she may cross a line so she doesnt really say anything on the matter despite wanting to.

I don't think either of them want their own kids right now. Maybe in the future if its not too late, but for now they're fine.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale's Analysis: Abuela Alma: Generational Trauma

Now this analysis will be talking about Encanto, so before any of that.

Spoilers down below.

Alma Madrigal is the most divisive character introduced in Encanto. People saying she is the villain of the movie, to saying that she didnt deserve to be forgiven. or she got off too easy.

But lets actually talk about Alma.

We see her backstory twice.

The first time its told, it is stated more as a message of hope and Magic. Painting the loss of her husband as a heroic sacrifice. But then leads to the magic/ Encanto being discovered. Alma tells Mirabel that the Encanto protects them and that she will get a gift, that she will use to help the community.

The second time the. story is told, it is a lot more vivid and real. Alma's home was burnt down by invaders, and she had to flee with her town and her JUST BORN triplets. Pedro's sacrifice to try and stop the invaders was shown as more of a tragedy, showing how she broke down. Showing Alma was in grief.

This is when we see a bit more of the true Alma Madrigal.

The truth is that Alma isnt just some perfectionist Abuela that just wants things to be perfect for the sake of tradition and respect.

Alma Madrigal is a widow that lost everything and doing her best not to lose it again.

Before watching the movie I thought the powers that were distributed were random and just for fun.

Pepa's Weather powers

Bruno's Future Vision

Julietta's Healing food

Isabella's Power to grow things

Dolores' Super hearing

Luisa's Super Strength

Camilo's Shape Shifting

Antonio's ability to talk to animal's

But after thinking, all of these abilities represent something Alma Madrigal had to do since the passing of her Husband. Each power is a representation of something she had to do.

Weather the storm,

Look towards the future

Heal the damaged community

Grow the town

Listen to the problems of the town

Bear the burdens of everyone

Be whatever was needed

and

Be understanding to everyone and make order out of chaos (talk to animals.

The house was giving the children the powers to better understand Alma and help her work through each burden. But it ended up just having the children bear those versions of the problem. (The Generational trauma)

She was giving each of her descendants a power she wish she had. Something that she wished she could be.

But the most important representation was when Mirabel didnt get a power.

Feeling powerless and trying to prove yourself worthy.

Alma Madrigal is a tragic figure because she bears the burden of not just her family but every single person that fled with her when the invaders destroyed her home.

Because of the Encanto saving their lives, she felt that she needed to lock away her emotion and give her all to helping others and proving Worthy of the encanto.

Mirabel is the one that could understand Alma the best, because she is the only one that truly understood what Alma went through in her darkest moments, and what Alma fears the most.

Alma in the start of the movie sees all of her worst fears the moment she sees Mirabel not get a power. The potential of losing EVERYTHING she has done her best to avoid.

Her cold action and her constant need to prove that SHE and her family were worthy of this Encanto has made her turn the power/room giving ceremony into a spectacle. Made her demand better of her family, believing that things not going perfectly is a sign of her world falling apart.

This mentality explains all her interactions with her family. How Mirabel's actions that seem counter to her tradition is such a shock to her.

Alma realized when the house is cracking, that its been falling apart. That with Bruno gone, there was no way of knowing how to fix it. So Her response to this was to Triple down and try to hold it all together, to minimize damage by not trying to prod and poke. The best thing she can do is what she always done when horrific events hit. Internalize and keep quiet.

Mirabel is the opposite. She sees that the house is breaking and believes that it needs to be fixed, that they need to find the root of the pain, even if it means for a brief moment to cause pain.

Alma and Mirabel's arguement is this clash in ideologies which then brings the truth to the surface, and it causes the house to break apart. Because the foundation has finally broken down.

After Alma sees her house destroyed, losing her home for the second time, it made her realize that this wasnt the worst thing that could happen. It was losing her family. It was seeing Mirabel go missing that had her have this revelation.

Alma needed to realize how far her loss had impacted her, how it was damaging others because she refused to seek help.

The foundation was cracked and it needed to be fixed.

And sometimes that foundation needs to break down so a new can be started.

Alma needed to see what her expectation and her trauma had been doing to her family.

She wasnt purposefully putting this pain and expectations on her family. She didnt realize how damaging those expectations were.

So when people say that Alma got off too easy or she didnt deserve a second chance, i vehemently disagree.

Alma isnt Mother Gothel or the evil step mother. She is an abuela with Trauma from losing her husband that is just trying to make sense of a miracle and doing her best to try and prove herself worthy of something she had no way of proving.

(There is an allegory of the Encanto being equivalent to God's love and Blessings. But thats something for another day.)

Alma deserves a chance to see that she was misguided, to try and rectify the damage she done.

While the movie doesnt go deep as I would like to discuss this.

I feel that Alma didnt get off to easy.