#bad experiences

[sunshinedaisywrites777]

Shadows of the Past, Light of the Present (DI!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader)

Warnings- Bad experiences of the reader with her ex, age gap (Leon is in his 30's, reader is in her 20's)

A/N- Thank you everyone for all the likes and reblogs. All are much appreciated 💜

The mall was buzzing with life, filled with the chatter of families, the click of high heels on tiled floors, and the occasional excited squeal from children exploring toy stores. You and Leon wandered side by side, his hand comfortably resting at the small of your back.

“This place is huge,” Leon said, scanning the rows of electronics stores. “You sure we won’t get lost in here?”

You smirked. “We’ll be fine as long as you don’t run off.”

Leon chuckled. “Not a chance. I’m your bodyguard, remember?”

The two of you stepped into an electronics store, your eyes lighting up at the sight of sleek gadgets and shiny displays. Leon leaned against a shelf while you examined a set of wireless speakers.

“This one’s good,” you said, pointing to a compact model with excellent reviews.

Leon crossed his arms, tilting his head thoughtfully. “But does it work with that overkill TV you’re eyeing? Or are we gonna have to come back to upgrade the speakers next month?

You laughed, playfully nudging him. “Hey, quality matters! Plus, you’ll thank me when you’re watching movies with surround sound.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting the banter. Leon frowned as he checked the screen. “Work,” he muttered, his expression briefly serious. “I’ll just take this real quick, okay?”

“Go ahead,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Leon stepped outside the store, leaving you to continue browsing. You were engrossed in comparing two models of soundbars when a voice you hadn’t heard in a long time pulled you from your thoughts.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

Your heart sank as you turned to see your ex standing a few feet away, hands in their pockets, a smirk playing on their lips.

“What do you want?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral.

“Relax, I’m just being friendly,” they said, though the edge in their voice was far from kind. “Funny running into you like this. Guess you’re still into shopping for shiny toys instead of fixing what’s real.”

You stiffened. “This isn’t the time or place for this. Just leave.”

But your ex wasn’t done. “I still can’t believe how fast you moved on. Does he know how clingy you get? Or how you used to cry over the smallest things? Must be exhausting for him.”

Their words hit a nerve, memories of the toxic relationship flashing through your mind. You clenched your fists, determined not to let them see you falter.

Just then, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“I think you’ve said enough.”

Leon’s calm yet commanding tone made your ex visibly flinch. He strode up to you, his expression cool but his eyes sharp as they locked onto your ex.

“And who are you?” your ex asked, their confidence wavering.

“I’m the person who’s lucky enough to be with them,” Leon replied, standing close to you. “And unlike you, I actually know how to treat them with respect.”

Your ex scoffed. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Leon stepped forward, his posture relaxed but intimidating. “Oh, I know plenty. I know they’re better off without someone who drags them down. And I know you’re wasting your time trying to get under their skin because nothing you say matters anymore.”

Your ex opened their mouth to retort, but Leon raised a hand.

“Save it. You’ve already said enough to prove why you’re in their past. So do yourself a favor and walk away before you embarrass yourself further.”

Your ex hesitated, then muttered something under their breath before slinking away into the crowd.

Leon turned to you, his expression softening immediately. “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded, though your voice trembled slightly. “Yeah. Thanks for that.”

He touched your arm gently. “You don’t have to thank me. Nobody gets to treat you like that—not while I’m around.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. “I mean it, Leon. You’re amazing.”

“Damn right I am,” he said with a small grin, pulling you into a comforting hug.

After a moment, he stepped back, his gaze playful. “Now, let’s get those speakers and grab some ice cream. I think we’ve earned it.”

The two of you continued shopping, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders. Later, over bowls of ice cream at the food court, you found yourself laughing at his jokes and forgetting all about the earlier encounter.

That evening, as you set up the new gadgets at home, Leon’s goofy commentary and occasional mishaps filled the room with laughter. The warmth of his presence reminded you that, no matter what the past held, the future was brighter with him by your side.

[evangelineshifts]

i need black/poc shifter friends y’all

edit: i know most of you already saw this post before i changed it but i’m not trying to start shit unnecessarily and choosing peace so just need friends period ☺️

[kingoftieland]

Alan Cumming was MISERABLE playing Nightcrawler! 😰

[tamurakafkaposts]

Loved italian sunsets....

[thevoidstaredback]

I'd love to play DnD, but I don't think I ever will again.

The first and only time I ever played a proper game of DnD, no one bothered to help me build a character, figure out stats, nothing. I was left high and dry. Every time I asked for advice or help on something I was told "It's pretty easy, you'll figure it out." And when I finally did get to the actual game part, the DM (and the rest of the party) made it seem like getting excited over my first ever Nat 20 was a bad thing.

Anyway, I love the Tiny Epic Dungeon games, and I love interacting with the DnD community online, but I don't think I'll ever even try to play a proper game again

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

What are you hiding (part 28)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Dominik drops you off at Rhea's apartment and declines your offer to come inside with you.

You're greeted by your girlfriend who seems like she couldn't have waited any longer for you to come home as she was very bored and didn't know what to do with herself.

"So, where's the dress?" she asks excitedly and pecks your cheek. "We didn't get one" you chuckle and put your purse down.

"What do you mean you didn't get one? I thought I told you to not walk outta that store without the perfect dress!" she teases you and pokes you with her index finger.

"I know, I know.." you chuckle "but it was really tiring and we got hungry so.." you shrug. "So you're gonna continue tomorrow orr..?" Rhea asks curiously.

"Yeah probably. 'M thinking 'bout also bringing some girls. Like, Dom has great taste, not gonna lie, but I think I also need some real girls opinion on it.."

Shit why' d I lie? I shouldn't do this she is my girlfriend! You begin to panic a little but try not to show her.

" 'kay, if you say so" Rhea brushes it off. But something' s different, there isn't this ease in her voice like usually. It's worrying you a little, is she suspecting something?

She walks into the kitchen to get herself something to drink and you follow her. "Is everything okay love?" you ask her carefully.

She huffs "I don't know. You tell me, is there something I should know? Cause I feel like you're keeping something from me"

Shit shit shit why didn't I tell her the truth in the first place?! Now she's mad and it's my fault!

Rhea sets her glass down and turns around, scanning you with a look as cold as ice. Her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I- Rhea you're scaring me a little" you stutter and raise your hands in defense. She sighs and lowers her arms again "sorry darling, I just overreacted, don't worry" she tries to calm you down.

You let out a small sigh of relief and relax a little again. "Okay.. But you were right, I was hiding something.." Rhea takes a step in your direction and is standing right in front of you now.

She cups your cheeks making you look at her. "Then tell me, you know you can tell me anything" she says and gives you a sympathetic smile.

You try to smile back and nod. You exhale a shallow breath again before telling her what happened today with Dom and how you're not sure how to feel about it.

You spend a little moment in silence, you leaning against the counter with your back and Rhea standing in front of you, unsure if she should cross her arms again or touch you in some sort of form.

She eventually breaks the silence. "Okay uhm.. I don't wanna talk anything less bad here but.. I'm sure Dom didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable with his actions or anything I- I'm not sure why he did or so but.. Let's just talk it out with him okay? I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding plus your bad experiences with men, it's just not that easy I understand that"

She offers you a warm smile and you gently return the gesture, pushing yourself off the counter and into her embrace. The feeling of her warm skin on yours, your head against her chest, hearing her heartbeat.. It's just so calming and always making you feel safe.

"Okay, he's picking me up tomorrow at around ten, I'll ask Liv and Raquel if they wanna come too. Thank you Rhea!" you say and stand on your tiptoes to kiss her.

"You know it's so cute that you have to stand on your tippy toes to kiss me" Rhea giggles and you act offended and punch her slightly in the arm.

You two laugh a little and she puts her arm around you leading you to the bedroom where you decide to watch a not so creepy horrorfilm.

"You sure you wanna watch this? I remember last time you had pretty bad nightmares" "I know, but I've got you now and I really wanna see how far I can push my limits with it. I wanna see the films you like with you one day you know?" you grin at her and she smiles back.

You hit play and snuggle up to girlfriend, hiding under the covers every now and then when you think there might be a jumpscare or anything, but most of the time rhea warns you as she's already seen almost every horror movie there is.

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Part 28.. At least I think so..

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000 @nox-fire

[shyticklee02]

kinda just had a moment where I thought about my first tickle session ever and it was actually like, probably the worst experience. I was 19 at the time so I didn't know any better and didn't know what to do to defend myself.

I was tied down pretty tightly where I was almost immobile, which now I think was uncomfortable for me but I never said anything. some spots he tickled me and it felt fine but the moment he was getting my sides, ribs, and hips, it was over, and not in a good way. I was bruised in those areas and I did let him know. I can't remember if he apologized or not, but I do remember him being like "well you could've said something," but I 100% recall saying here and there "go light go light," indicating that it was starting to hurt more, but he didn't care. Also, he never asked throughout the session if he was going too hard or not, AND HE KNEW I WAS NERVOUS ABOUT THE SESSION.

another thing he did that I didn't like was when he'd tell me "say that I'm the tickle master and I'll release you." to be very honest, I HATE when I'm forced to do something like that. I'm not the type to call my partner daddy or something, so this is already bleh. Mind you, I was 19, and he's close to or in his 30s!

there was then a moment where he worshipped my feet, which I don't care for too much. Since I was trying to let him do his thing, my eyes went to the tv, but he saw that I looked elsewhere and he told me "you should be looking at this instead," indicating that I should be watching him worship my feet.

Now, here comes the best part. he had the videos ready and whatnot within a few months. I did not realize that I had to PAY FOR MY OWN VIDEOS. I asked him if I really had to pay for them, and he responded with something like "well this is how I make money." I was so shocked when my 19 year old self had to pay for these, and tbh, it wasn't like a low price, at least for me. at one point he was telling me along the lines of "I guess I could give you one video for free." Like wdym you guess????

Btw, this first session, some small clips are posted on my page. these were the parts where I actually felt the tickling sensation and wasn't uncomfortable.

Anyways, thank you for reading my rant <3

and I don't plan on working with him anymore (this session was back in the beginning of 2022)

[windblume-wishes]

I’m Breaking Our Silence… Our Story Needs to be Told…

Note: Real names will NOT be used and the name of the school will NOT be mentioned for safety purposes.

I’m going to tell a story about a class, a class quite frankly no English Major should be taking as it’s truly a scam.

People like to throw around the notion that university is a scam, well, in this particular instance it is a scam. We were scammed in the worst way possible, taking a “required” course for our English Degrees that no other school in the country has to take. This class is called “Junior Seminar”, a class of anything but its branded title.

About The Class: Our Experience

It’s a “themed seminar class” (we use this term lightly) for English majors and must be a declared English major, Secondary-Education English major, or English minor.

Now this class was none of that, there was no “theme”- well, other than it being Hell I suppose there would be no other theme. This class was not what we were promised. We were promised a rich experience that would strengthen our comprehensive understanding of English and literary history as well as enriching us with the knowledge necessary for understanding complex literature. We received 12 weeks of rubbish, belittling, insulting, ridicule, and targeted harassment as well as off topic nonsense that would hinder our learning experience completely.

We received word last minute about the sudden change in professors around August 15th-18th due to our assigned professor going on maternity leave (congrats on the baby, Professor A!!) and being assigned a familiar face, Professor V. Now Professor V was actually a very welcome surprise for many of us as we had previous classes with her and we had zero issues, if anything we were happy and beyond excited to see her be our professor yet again. However, that quickly became a nightmare no one was expecting.

The class started off smoothly with a clear syllabus and with a somewhat clear outlook as to what we would do, nothing out of the ordinary, start off with Shakespeare’s The Tempest and move onto other titles like Jazz and Crazy Brave later on. However, we soon realized that this was not what the syllabus, the literal class outline, had at all for the week after we covered The Tempest. We watched a movie called Orlando, and truthfully, we are still baffled as to how that even happened as it was NOT on the syllabus- though, seeing as the professor is the biggest simp for Virginia Woolf this was bound to happen. We spent multiple three hour classes to watch the movie after a heavy political rant or the nonstop talk about how Professor V absolutely adores Virginia Woolf.

How long did we spend on Virginia Woolf? Oh about four weeks. Four painful weeks of utter rubbish.

We went multiple weeks following an entirely new syllabus that we never planned for nor were aware of. We were at Week 7-8 when we started talking about our important 15-20 page paper that is due at the end of week 12. We have every right to be angry, voice our frustration.

“Your paper seems rushed… yeah…” or “That’s not how Virginia Woolf is, I believe something different” mixed with comments about her biased narrative on said author and characters. No, the paper was not rushed, YOU graded it twenty minutes before class was to start and the student had turned it in days prior and put countless hours into the paper/review.

Whenever we would turn things in we would receive strange feedback, sometimes insulting feedback about how it did not fit “her narrative” or her “ideology” solely because of how an individual interpreted a character or a story. I’m partially convinced some of this harsh criticism was racially motivated or biased towards specific individuals and/or groups of students.

We were given multiple “Pop Up” projects where we had to present in front of the class over some random and unrelated topic and create slides, a pamphlet, a zine, or anything. It was ridiculous. We were given random movies to watch because she felt like it, she thought it would fit with the lesson that quite literally did not fit the class or a lesson plan that is intended for an upper division English course.

It’s Week 12, the class has technically finished and we are STILL writing our papers. We are STILL suffering, she made so many last minute changes to how she wants our paper that it’s pissing us off. “Highlight the topic sentence of each paragraph”, “underline the thesis so I don’t get confused”, “italicize this and bold that” it’s no longer MLA… she legit told us to our faces on Thursday during class that is MLA.

I’m an English major and the things she CLAIMS are MLA are NOT MLA. I want to know what the hell she is on because I am about to snap.

The Group Chat

Now, for complete transparency I will add that I did make a class Discord chat, I sent out invites to my classmates who I knew needed a place to vent frustrations, talk things over, or even request help if needed for an assignment. I wanted this space to be one where all of us could unwind and vent without needing to say so verbally. However, that all changed when a student let’s call her M tattled on us and said that there was a chat where people were “saying mean things”. I will be honest, while harsh, these were vents from students and myself. Venting is normal and it’s good for people to do. Especially students with a professor who is not teaching what she is supposed to.

I deleted the chat the second M decided to start acting strange, J said we needed to get the chat taken down, G, K and E agreed too. We all knew something was up as M never shows up to class and suddenly has this intense look of “I will do something to ruin you lot”.

The next week we started class and noticed the professor was angry, M sat across from us in the classroom with this evil smirk on her face that told that she did something and would enjoy what happened next. The professor was furious that we excluded her from the group chat and even said we were frustrated with how the class was going.

“This never would’ve happened if I was a man!” She said loudly.

“It was like… ruining my learning experience…” said another girl who never showed up to class nor joined the group chat. “The professor should have been involved in the chat.”

“If the professor was there wouldn’t that take away from freedom of speech?” Said J.

J stood up to the professor for calling people out for this and for saying a class group chat falls under freedom of speech and expression, legally, it does and is allowed as long as no illegal activity happens such as narcotics and other nastiness.

The professor claimed she went to the department head and turned us in but the second J said she would record everything and call in the department head to be witness to the professor’s outbursts the woman froze and you could tell she was scared. Which lead us to believe that the “telling the department” was a bluff and she never did. If she truly told the department about everything then why was she so scared of a student saying she wants to bring the department in as witness?

“You cant talk to the professor like that!” Said a student, however, J was being very civil and respectful but stern. J was not going to tolerate this woman disrespecting her in front of the entire class because she was angry.

Throughout the evening, M kept glaring at my friends and I on the opposite end of the room with a psychotic look that meant “I am watching you all”. She would get up and walk slowly behind K and G looking at their screens and even flipped me off on her way out of the room.

While we did apologize to the professor, who was very thankful for the apology and even wanted to start over again with us, we still kept a secret chat to vent as a small closed group of four. We weren’t going to let her or anyone else find out.

Shortly after class I received this message in my tumblr inbox directly after the class from who we now believe was from M:

Hello “Blume” or should I say [censored], yes, you were a breeze to find. I remember the zine you made in one class, I remember the cover you drew, I saw you working on editing your business page once by chance in the [censored] Cafe. I hope you enjoyed the show during class, I certainly did. Just know [censored], I will be monitoring you specifically.

It hit me, M was in my other classes from last semester and in the Zine Club I left. We also competed in a writing competition and I won third place while she placed somewhere else behind me. I knew M was the person who disrespected me in the publishing class in the Google Doc. It all made sense. M was angry and wanted to do something to me no matter what the consequences were.

After Halloween, I told the professor about the message and her response to me was “Well you can’t turn it in to the school as it has no name to the sender, just anonymous. You can’t tell the department either. You must remain silent.”

I told my friends and they were speechless, what professor says something like that?!

The next week or so I had a meeting with the professor and talked about the situation again, she HINTED heavily that M knows I told her. Meaning that the professor TOLD M everything.

“Well perhaps that student knows you spoke up and that’s a problem… yeah…”

M knew, I realized that a few classes later when she showed up unbelievably early when the classroom was empty and I was alone. M saw me in the window’s reflection and bursted in angrily. I swear the energy in the room changed and felt suffocating when she entered. M sat across the room from me and glared at me all hunched over as she typed away on her computer. I texted J immediately saying bi needed to leave the room, thankfully J was in the lobby down the hall so I could go there for safety.

I grabbed my coffee and left my bag with my laptop and iPad which are passcode locked in my bag on the floor strategically placed so I would know if it was moved or tampered with. I left with my phone, earbud case, and coffee. I wanted to make it look like I was going to pick something up outside and would be right back. M just glared evilly and kept her eyes on me. It was creepy.

Throughout class M never took her eyes off me, it scared me but I played it cool. I refused to let her scare me. I kept silent, not wanting to say or do anything.

When class finished I told my parents everything, I said I did not feel safe, my dad began to sit in the lobby when I was in class because he did not know what that psycho could do. I never felt more in danger than then.

How Did M Know?

Simple, M and Professor V seem to have this strange bond, it’s almost as if M has her wrapped around her finger. M follows her out to her car and chats, pulls her to the hallway to chat and even plays the innocent sweetheart card to look like the ideal person. Professor V is blind to that and would likely tell M anything if M asked. Professor V would likely let anything slip because she has sort of claimed M as a favourite of sorts, even spending the last class talking with M the most all buddy-buddy as if they get coffee every Saturday morning together.

It would not surprise me if Professor V told M about how she saw the message M sent me and how I am onto her. I would not be surprised in the slightest….

Conclusion…

In the end we will all be talking to the department head when our grades drop, we are done. We went through hell.

This story will continue when we talk to the department head. I will share what happens next. This story is far from over…

- Windblume

[lettesuniverse]

sometimes I'm having this feeling like they were just waiting for me to leave...

[oillampslit]

Don't let people tell you or allow their actions to effect your relationship with Jesus. What people say or do is not the same as what God says and does. God is not like people who hurt and betray. People can say it do anything but God will always be just. Just because somebody says something doesn't mean God is in agreement with them. Don't let a bad Church ruin your precious relationship with Jesus. Jesus is not them! He is a just God! It's not fair to blame God and put words in his mouth.

[luna2-5]

I almost die yesterday😢 I’m still not sure how but I’m here and I never been more scared in my life than when that car was tumbling around. Life is juts so crazy and unexpected ( and everything hurts, I’m okey but it hurts)

[refuge-301]

5 REASONS WHY YOU MUST NOT KISS YOUR CHILDREN ON THEIR LIPS

I know you probably have only good intentions and for you this is a cute way to express affection, but since you don't know how your child will react and it is very risky it is better not to do it in our culture. Here is why:

1. Your child DOESN'T NEED OR DESIRE your kisses on their lips, at least not until you create this desire as a primary way to make them experience love from you. You are the one that want it or need. You can express love in many different ways, I can assure you your child won't miss not being kissed on their lips.

2. It CONFUSES ROLES AND AFFECT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM. Lips kisses are primarily associated with romantic relationships, and since not all parents do this, children can make question and feel confused about the meaning of it. This habit can also negatively affects family roles, in fact the impact is also stronger when there is not a strong romantic relationships between the parents and when there are single parents. Therefore the child could perceive him/herself as a parents's romantic partner, so this habit can make the definition of family roles worse and in your relationships with them.

3. It can NEGATIVELY AFFECTS CHILDREN'S SELF PERCEPTION WITHOUT THEM OR YOU REALISING. Children always think that what happen to them is their fault and so they usually don't express what they think, so you don't know now if in years later this habit can result in feeling of self-disgust and shame, to feeling violeted. These negative sensations, maybe unconscious can stay also in teen years creating an unease feeling with the relationship you have with them until they realise or remeber and process what happened.

4. Kisses on the lips CREATE ADDICTION. Kisses on lips wake up the need of lips to kiss, I don't think it is ok for a child to experience this in such a young age. This can have consequences as starting very young to have a little boyfriend/girlfriend just for satisfy this need.

5. There are many STORIES OF PEOPLE WHO REMIND THIS PARENT'S HABIT WITH UNEASY FEELINGS. Children accept this habit because they love you and trust you and they are too young to know its impact. But there are many experiences of grown-up that, even if their parents were good parents, still remind this habit with uneasy feelings. Some forgot this experience since it created shame, felt violeted without knowing why during teen years and when adults they remember it and talked about it with their parents, got healed and the relationships with them got repaired.

Maybe kissing your child on the lips won't have consequences, but why to risk?

Are there also good reason why to do it?

No, since your child doesn't need your kisses on their lips.

There is no reasons to do it and many and many reasons not to do it or to stop.

What to do if you already started to kiss your child on their lips?

This post is not to make you feel bad about yourself but to be aware because even with all the good intentions we can still hurt without realising, and this can be totally avoidable with more knowledge.

So just stop kissing, it is better if you do it, gradually and by substituting it with other expression of love (so they won't experience a reject), without them asking later to stop maybe with shame.

What to do insted:

The impact of your acts on children surely depend also on the type of family you are and how much parents express affection on each other, so finding balance will look different in every families. For any cases, use all love languages, and for the physical contact, hugging and kissing them on their cheeks and head will satisfy their needs. Avoid also kissing their neck and using other typical romantic expression of love (romantic candlelight dinners only with your child, etc.), children are not completely unaware and one day they will process it and may feel bad for these things.

Normal cheeks and head kisses are absolutely perfect and children will feel loved receiving normal parent-children expression of love.

[bryqe]

i found the perfect knee high boots on vinted with just 2 saved before mine 2 hours ago and i’ve just came back to buy them and a b1tch have. bought. them. i’m so mad i look like pearl WHY YOU LEAVING ME?

[tamurakafkaposts]

I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we'd put our Italian emotion into gear and scream the place down. I never expected indifference.

Melina Marchetta

[hoe4kai]

still not getting over the time when my ex (bf at the time) went on call with his ex gf and her 5 other friends, which all liked him and they took loads of screenshots on call and put it on their story. then he proceeded to tell them that he'd fuck them all. can't trust any man istg.

shout out to my bsf for telling me about it <3

[kaiju-shenanigans]

Day 13

I had such a shitty day lmao. Did my first exam for cinema studies today and it was the WORST. Our lecturer misguided us in the scope they gave us so some things in the exam were so foreign and I was STRUGGLING to make sense of what I was writing. I honestly just hope I did well enough to pass cos I don't have high hopes for this module anymore.

Had a bad headache after the exam so I took a nap. Then got back to studying for my next exam on Cultural Studies cos that's how we move with uni life🥲 the exam is next week Thursday and it's being set by the same lecturer who did today's paper so I'm honestly so scared, but I'm gonna try my best to learn everything I can. I just hope I don't have to write supps for these modules cos those are usually way harder than the main exam. I'm holding out hope for myself🫤🤞