#back from hiatus or whatever

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

left to right: juliet, gus, shawn

[hotwings0203]

“Those are some big words,” he purrs in your ear as he sidles around your body, stalking your immobile figure. “You sure you know what they mean sweetheart?”

“If the words restraining order are too big for you, then you’re an even bigger dumbass than I thought,” you snarl, yet unable to stop your fingers from clutching your drink tighter.

You knew you shouldn’t have came to the house party, but when you both have overlapping mutual friends then it’s either sucking up for a night or living as a hermit.

And you’d rather eat hot rocks than let him know his presence scares you

So you succumb to entertaining him for the meantime, the latter option being to run away screaming while simultaneously committing social suicide. He’s too sly, too under-the-radar to actually evoke some suspicion on everyone else’s behalf. His innuendos, downright lewd videos of him jacking off over your stolen jacket, and constant involvement in any social gathering you’re at are telltale signs that he never got over your initial rejection. You can’t even call it out now because you know you’d be labeled as a hypocrite for leading him on and not being as curt as you should’ve been.

But you can’t really be blamed, not when he has everyone wrapped around his ring-laden fingers.

He chuckles at your bite, and leans in from behind you to coo in your ear.

“You sound nervous, baby. Try saying that again with your full chest, go on, I’ll give you another chance to make me feel like you believe what you’re saying.”

His deep voice is low and raspy with barely-concealed lust, and you realize with a jolt of despair why he chose to come up to you towards the end of the party instead of addressing you in the beginning.

Almost everyone here is drunk, the aftermath of the party evident with loose bodies sprawled around the couches or wobbling over to attempt beer-pong for the umpteenth time.

“F-fuck off,” you try to sound confident and cool but your voice betrays you and comes out as a whine, or worse, a plea. You wince as he simpers at your pathetic state.

He can sense you tense up as he slings an arm around your shoulders and neck casually, and goes for the kill.

“Fuck off?” He mimics the way your voice breaks in a high-pitched obnoxious tone, and tightens his arms over your chest, squeezing your soft bits with more pressure.

You want to move, to push his offensive grip off but the truth is you’re terrified. If you piss him off, no one can come to your help. You’re alone with him in a sea of intoxicated bodies, but you don’t exactly want to roll over and show him your stomach.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck alright,” he snickers at himself, rocking his hips into you.

“But let’s get one thing straight. The only reason we’re not fucking is because I dont want to fuck right now.”

He leans impossibly closer, eliciting a barely-concealed whine from you as his long tongue brushes over your earlobe.

“I wanna play.”

[imtheiliad]

i made a short post here referring to my own experiences and wanted to expand on it, you can reblog both of these posts btw. I am only writing this all down because the way some of you have spoken about chris and his decision very much bothers me. trust when i tell you i do not want to completely lay out my trauma on the internet for all of you to read, but if it makes one of you understand why this works, why it is important, then it will have been worth it to me.

When I was 12 my father was diagnosed with frontal temporal dementia. the adults in my family and his doctors decided that it was best for him to be moved to a a full time care facility. The next year, and after hearing, seeing, and understanding my father's condition and where it would go, I, at thirteen years old, made the decision to say goodbye to him, that I did not want to hear about what levels of deterioration he had reached. I wanted to remember him as he was when he remembered me, and all the adventures and fun things we did together.

I made that decision. I made it because it was easier than watching him deteriorate, forget who his sister, his brother, my brother, my mother, and me. And I knew that at twelve and thirteen. It was never a decision I ever thought I would have to make, it wasn't a decision I should've had to make.

Now, the important part, over the next few years my decision was questioned and ignored by the adults in my life and even my brother, some of the questioning I can understand now that I am older, but it should have never reached the level it did. My aunt and uncle would openly discuss his condition over dinner when he came to visit, and I would run away to the restaurant bathroom and cry my eyes out until my mom came to get me. I was forced into visiting him in his care home, which ended with it causing far more harm than good. Only then was my decision somewhat respected, it took me being retraumatized for it to be taken seriously.

Despite all of that, I do not regret that decision.

I can't know how I would be different if none of that happened. But at this point in my live, eleven years and some therapy later, I am fairly certain I would be less traumatized, carry less resentment and anger, if maybe my mom had spoken up at those dinners and made arrangements to get updates without me next to her trying to enjoy my pizza. Had I not had to see my own father forget my name and then have some sort of mini medical emergency. Had my brother heard me in a way only a sibling could.

So, yes, Christopher at thirteen made a indefinite and truly most likely temporary decision to remove himself from an environment where he doesn't fully trust his sole and primary caregiver. He knows his dad loves him, Eddie made that so clear. And it could really be 5 minutes, 5 days, 5 weeks, and so on and so forth until Christopher is ready to come home. And him knowing that Eddie respected his decision and loves him no matter what is what is going to make that time shorter. If he had walked out with his father begging him to stay, to forgive him before he was ready, the chances of him coming back would in my opinion would be far slimmer than the circumstances under which he did leave.

with that i leave you this, "yeah people go away. and it's sad. and it hurts. but you know, not everyone goes away forever. sometimes they come back. and as much as we miss them, that's how happy we are to see them again."

[coollyinterferes]

The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching begins to fill the air. Whoever is coming seems to have brought some company along…

They are getting closer… and closer… and closer…

…and closer…

……until..................

"Goooooood evenin'!!" Comes the loud greeting from a certain blond man. A big smile on his face and all.

"We beg your pardon for our prolonged absence. It was completely beyond our control..." Then adds the gentleman standing by his side, apologizing on behalf of both, offering a genuine smile along with the apology.

"...BUT! We're back!" And hopefully for good this time…

[theplagueraven]

Finally, after months of being too scared to give it a try and "ruin" my mini, I've painted Captain Robin and little Mo!

[bugsinshoes]

"O sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate, and in my temper softened valor’s steel!"

[bunnyboy-juice]

i wish i could bring all my kinky online pals together to my area to go to a play party i am part of cause i just know so many of them would LOVEEE it and I'd love the chance to regularly play with my pals also but alas. distance.

[astragatwo]

This is the delusion I'm going to choose to live in for the foreseeable future, I think. (Bonus doodle under the cut)

[girl-bateman]

How does one get assigned as sam coded / dean coded ? Do I need a doctors note ? A psych evaluation perhaps ?

[averlym]

[smtown-tourist]

Translation: Something big is coming…?

[lelianaslefthand]

making daeran in sims and that fucking daffy duck "YOUR SON LOOKS LIKE A GIRL" clip is playing in my head on loop

[jinstronaut]

this is also why i stopped using my tracked tag for a while tbh

[viktorgf]

that fish voice from spongebob i’m outta here

[w0rldclassjelly]

I am stretching my legs out of my sorrowful stupor!

So sorry I have been away and not posting!! That last post was pretty tough, so I am back at full force!!1! With my return back, I shall post whenever I am able, hehe ^^ i have thoughts! [they are sparse ^^7]

[sonknuxadow]

i kind of want to read stc because ive never read it before but i also never finished the sonic x comics but i also kind of want to re read at least part of archie because certain sections of it are just a huge blur to me because of the fact that i read the entire series including spinoffs and side comics over the course of like . 2 months tops. so many choices so many sonic comics to read .