#but the husbands and boyfriends are valid it's fine

[terribleinfluensins]

thank you to everyone who has submitted confessions over the last couple of days! shows that i still need help tracking down most of the sins confessed include:

Antwerp (2/5 confessions completely transcribed)

Copenhagen (1/5)

Warsaw (2/5)

Frankfurt (1/5)

Vancouver (0/5)

Denver (0/5)

if you recall sins from these shows (or even simply have an idea of what they were), please feel free to submit them! i started this blog only four days ago, so it's pleasantly surprising how many sins i've already been able to find/get clarification on. again, thank you :D

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[strawberrymatchawhore]

baby

summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end

note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me

it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.

you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.

"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.

"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.

"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.

"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.

"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.

"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.

"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.

"not what i meant.." you blushed.

"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.

"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.

"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.

"did you just take a picture?"

"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.

"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.

the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.

rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.

"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?

"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.

"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.

"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"

[mummel-art]

cowboyverse dashboard simulator

dashboard simulator based on my cowboy ocs because yes

💣bpd-cowboy follow

bitches hate me for my undiagnosed bpd swag. and also the killings but that's less important

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🦩 bluerpastures follow

i did not kill my husband of 10 years just for "tradwives" to become trendy again

👢 kiddthekid follow

why is my mother posting murder confessions on the hellsite?

#she does have several valid points but hellooo #girl #you are not immune to getting arrested in your old age of 57 mother #also is that what happened to my father?

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🚂 railroadontherun follow

living our best life in argentina with @veteran-outlaw! #travelblog #outlawblr

💣bpd-cowboy follow

@/doneanddusted is literally dead.

🚂 railroadontherun follow

this aint about her

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💣bpd-cowboy follow

was it casual when i took you with me on multiple robberies and showed you the freedom your husband never gave you? was it casual when we danced next to our bonfire and watched the stars? was it casual??

🦩 bluerpastures follow

well i dont know, was it casual when you looked for me even after i betrayed you? was it casual when i gave you a place to stay? was it casual when you were the closest thing to a father figure my son had?

🪶 veteran-outlaw follow

not the gatekeeping??

for your information there's many reasons someone doesn't have a wanted poster, whether they hide their face during robberies (smart if you have a family to care for!) or they just don't get seen as a serious enough threat no matter how hard they try. also some people on outlawblr are literally just starting out.

gatekeeping only separates us further

🦩 bluerpastures follow

exactly! thanks @veteran-outlaw!

i, for example, dont have a wanted poster anymore because my charges were dropped in exchange for information i gave to protect my family

🪶 veteran-outlaw follow

nevermind i take it back, didnt know i was defending a class traitor

💣bpd-cowboy follow

what the fuck happened to my post

#also for your information im the one blue betrayed and its fine imo #well. it did kinda cause my best friends death #but how was she supposed to know that

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👢 kiddthekid follow

anyone else think that growing up an hour away from any other kids their age and almost exclusively playing with ranch-hands when they were growing up might have fucked up their development a little or is that just me?

#might have also been the cheap ass smokes my moms boyfriend let me smoke when i was like 7 #who knows #city slickers dni #where are my fellow ranchkids at

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[absolutepokemontrash]

The Types of Obey Me Character Fans:

(All of you are valid, and I am equally afraid of all of you)

Lucifer

“Look at this tragic, broken, man, I am either going to fix him or irreversibly damage him, I haven’t decided yet.”

OH YOU FUCKING KNOW THE OTHER TYPE.

“You are my daaaaaad! You’re my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!”

Mammon

This man is innocent. He has done nothing wrong ever. I love him. I will pet him gently for 88 minutes straight. That is my husband. That is my sweet blorbo.

This man is guilty of all crimes and I will be persecuting him to the fullest extent of the angst laws.

Haha funny greed boy hangs from the ceiling :3

Leviathan

I will be this man’s discord kitten. I want to sit on his lap while he plays God of War and does a bad impression of Kratos. I will let him infodump to me until the inevitable heat death of the universe because I love him so much.

WHEN ARE WE GONNA SEE LEVI IN HIS UNIFORM-

I’m forcibly shoving him outside to touch some grass out of love for him.

Satan

My husband is done so dirty by the writing, I will write essay after essay dissecting and explaining his character to a cold, uncaring internet, but that’s okay because my love for him will keep this fire burning-

Heehoo angry catboy nerd annoys Lucifer, and I love him

Satan please lose your shit and go feral, it’s sexy.

Asmodeus

That is my wife, my boyfriend, my side bitch, my everything. I want to be him. I love him. He’s done so dirty by the writing of the game and by a good chunk of the fanbase, I will love and cherish him as he deserves and destroy all his insecurities… or write a depressing amount of angst for him.

What a fine young man.

I would love to see him covered in the blood of his enemies.

He may not be my favourite but BOY HOWDY IS HE IN THE TOP THREE AND I WONT SHUT UP ABOUT IT.

Beelzebub

I love him deeply but how in the ever loving FUCK do I write for him-

Food himbo who’s pure and innocent and has never done anything wrong in his life-

THIS MAN HAS MADE NUMEROUS COMMENTS ABOUT EATING MC BUT I DONT CARE BECAUSE LOOK AT THAT PRECIOUS FACE-

Belphegor

Ugh, look at him. Disgusting. He has not bathed in seven years. I’m going to spray him with the hose.

I am single handedly the kinkiest fuck in this fandom. The horny Lucifer stans WISH they were as depraved as me.

I love him so much and I will cherish him above all things.

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Tag yourself, I’m every kind of Mammon fan and 1 and 2 of Asmo’s fans.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Embracing a Different Future

Buck had always dreamed of getting married. He knew he wanted the white picket fence lifestyle, or at least some version of it. In those imagined scenarios, he always loved the idea of being a husband. But he never imagined having a husband - it was never on his radar.

Buck loved being with Tommy. It had taken a while to feel comfortable introducing Tommy as his boyfriend, but now it was one of his favorite things. The pride he felt saying "my boyfriend" still made his heart skip a beat.

So why, when Tommy started dropping hints about marriage, did the weight of the word "husband" feel so suffocating?

He wanted forever with Tommy - that wasn't even a question. But something about changing "boyfriend" to "husband" made his chest tight. Maybe it was because all his previous dreams of marriage had included a wife, or maybe it was because "husband" made it all feel so much more real, more permanent, more... visible.

He needed to talk to Maddie about it - Maddie, who never judged him. Well, at least not harshly.

"Hey Mads, are you free? Can we meet for coffee?" Buck said, his voice shaky.

"Of course, Buck. Is everything okay?" Maddie's concern was evident even through the phone.

"Fine, I just need my big sister."

"Coffee shop or my place?"

"Yours."

"Okay, you pick up the coffee and head over here," Maddie said.

Buck hung up, grateful for his sister's immediate availability and her ability to sense when something was weighing on him. The word "husband" echoed in his mind as he drove to get their coffee, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

Buck took a deep breath as he exited the Jeep. He knocked on Maddie's door once before just walking in. "Maddie?"

"Kitchen!"

Buck walked into the kitchen, handed Maddie her coffee, and flopped onto a bar stool.

"So, what's up?" Maddie asked, studying her brother's face.

"So," Buck said, taking a deep breath. "Tommy's been dropping some hints about marriage lately."

"That's great!" Maddie exclaimed before seeing the look on Buck's face. Her smile faltered. "Isn't it? I thought you wanted to get married."

"I do. I really do," Buck said, staring at his coffee cup. "It's just... having a husband. It just feels so different from everything I had ever imagined."

"Different how?" Maddie asked gently.

"I imagined having a wife, Mads. I am so happy with Tommy and he's my forever but I'm not gay. It wasn't on my radar. I didn't know I even liked guys until 18 months ago," Buck said, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion.

"Those are valid feelings, Buck," Maddie said softly.

Buck ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident in his gesture. "And it also feels like I'm going to be coming out to people constantly. Which Tommy says is a big part of being queer, but it hasn't really been to me." He paused, trying to find the right words. "Committing to having a husband just feels like a lot. Like, right now people just see us as Buck and Tommy, and it's great. But a husband? That's... that's different."

His voice cracked as he continued, "But I want it, Mads. I want it so badly," he said, almost in tears. "I want every part of a marriage to Tommy. Why am I like this?"

Maddie wrapped him in a hug. "You're not like anything, Evan. You've got big emotions over something that is huge."

"I feel like an idiot," Buck mumbled into his sister's shoulder.

"Oh sweetie, you're not an idiot, but I think you need to talk to Tommy."

"Maddie, I can't," Buck said, tears falling freely now. "He'll think I'm rejecting him. That I don't want the future with him, and I do. It's all I want," his voice broke on the last words.

"Don't you think Tommy will understand?" Maddie asked gently.

"I'm scared, Maddie." Buck's voice was barely above a whisper. "Why am I scared? Am I... am I homophobic?" The last word came out choked, full of self-doubt and fear.

"You've been dating a man for over a year," Maddie said flatly, giving her brother her best 'are you serious' look.

"So why am I doing this?" Buck asked, his voice small and confused, searching his sister's face for answers.

"Buck, you basically speed-ran your bi awakening. You went from realizing you liked guys to being in a serious relationship in what felt like minutes. There are bound to be things you never considered, feelings you never processed."

She paused, studying his face carefully. "Do you think you're mourning the idea of having a wife?"

"No!" Buck said immediately. "Definitely not mourning, just... adjusting to how different my future looks from what I imagined. I want this future more than I ever wanted that one, but it's still an adjustment."

"That makes perfect sense, Evan," Maddie said softly. "And Tommy will understand that too."

Buck sat silently for a moment, Maddie's comforting arm around his shoulder as he processed his emotions.

"You're right, Maddie. He deserves to know what I'm feeling, even if I'm not sure I fully understand it myself."

Maddie gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I think that's a really brave decision, Buck. Tommy loves you , and I know he'll want to support you through this."

Buck took a steadying breath as he stood up from the barstool. "Alright, I'm going to head home. I need to talk to Tommy about this before I lose my nerve."

Maddie gave him an encouraging smile. "I really think being honest with him is the best thing you can do. He'll want to understand what you're going through."

"Wish me luck?"

"Good luck," Maddie said, pulling him into a tight hug. "Remember, I'm here for you, no matter what."

Buck nodded gratefully and made his way to the front door. As he drove back to their house, a mix of worry and confidence swirled within him. He knew this conversation with Tommy wouldn't be easy, but deep down, he felt certain that everything was going to be okay.

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[eddiemunsonw]

Your presence is a gift

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After announcing your engagement to your boyfriend at Steve's birthday party, Eddie quite literally vanishes from your life. Just yours, though. You miss him terribly and when you run into him again two years later yet again at Steve's birthday party, you ask him for clarity.

CW/Disclaimer: A bit of angst with a happy ending I suppose?

Author's note: This fic came to life after seeing a silly text. I've put the image at the end. :)

Words: 4209

Time flies when you’re having fun, right? That’s what they say. Well, time also flies when you’re not having fun. Unless you’re in an excruciatingly painful disaster, then it’ll feel like you can feel every second painfully ticking by. For you, it felt like a combination of both. 

Every day, he was on your mind. Eddie Munson. Someone you used to consider one of your closest friends. Up until two years ago, you used to hang out several days a week, a little less once you got a boyfriend but you never thought it would change this drastically. To think you hadn’t seen his face in so long felt impossible to you. 

The last time you had seen him had been at Steve’s birthday party two years ago. Since you were sitting on the same stool you sat back then, you couldn’t help but think of him. Honestly, the whole environment reminded you of him. After all, you spent many nights with him, Steve and others here. Playing games, watching movies, talking until the sun came peeking through the trees again. You watched absentmindedly as Steve busied himself with entertaining his guests, occasionally glancing at you with mild concern. You told him you were fine, he just didn’t buy it. Oh well.

You knew it had been quick when you announced your engagement, you had only been dating Trent for about… four months? But he went down on one knee and you were always bad at saying no. Trent insisted on sharing it at Steve’s birthday party. You didn’t exactly want to take the attention away from Steve, but Trent… Well, sometimes it was just easier to agree than not to. Steve had been shocked, but happy for you. Eddie had been… Eddie. And yet he had been nothing like him at all. From being the life of the party he had gone instantly silent, gazing into his glass that he never ended up finishing. He congratulated you eventually, after asking you if you loved him, Trent. And you told him yes. Because who would marry someone who they didn’t love, right? Right.

The year after that, Eddie hadn’t attended Steve’s birthday. Supposedly he was sick but you knew he was simply avoiding you. Steve’s face never held many secrets from you and you could tell that the reason he gave you wasn’t a real one. Your husband had been sitting next to you, indifferent to it all. He frankly found it a little annoying that you were still so hung up over Eddie no longer being your… friend? Was that what it was? It felt like you had lost much more than a friend. 

And that was that. No sign of Eddie since. He canceled on your get togethers, even the group ones, always claimed he was busy with the band which, for some time, seemed like a valid reason considering they were doing pretty well nowadays. However, all of that belief went out the window when you discovered that he did in fact still meet up with his friends. With Steve. Just not with you. Steve didn’t want to meddle, told you that you two should probably talk but Eddie made it impossible. Even when Steve tried to create an ‘accidental run-in’ between you two, Eddie figured it out before you even could arrive and had already bolted. 

You forced yourself to accept that Eddie, for whatever reason, had decided he didn’t want to see you anymore. Maybe he needed time… or something. You couldn’t fathom why, not even when Trent exclaimed that ‘that weirdo’ had probably been waiting to get into your pants and when he realized he couldn’t, he had no more interest in being your ‘friend’. That remark had probably resulted in the biggest fight between you and Trent. Things had felt different after. Though looking back on it, things had never felt good in the first place. It had all just felt… expected and how it should be.

Despite everything, despite Trent’s obvious annoyance, you still sent Eddie a wedding invite. You missed him, you missed your friend more than you thought you could ever miss him. Sometimes, when you had a little too much to drink, you wondered whether there had been more. What if Eddie in fact did have… a desire to get into your pants. What if it wasn’t just a sexual desire. What if Eddie…

It never went much further than that. Eddie being in love with you was such a foreign concept to your brain that you couldn’t even entertain the thought. Not after dealing with your one-sided feelings for him for years. Not after seeing him kiss and take home whoever he felt like over and over and never once looking in your direction. Surely he would have considered you an option if it had been like that.

So, you had invited your friend. Asked Steve whether Eddie had brought it up with him or not. To which Steve responded that Eddie no longer wanted to talk about you. Yet you couldn’t help but hold on to hope. 

It drove Trent insane when you insisted on adding banana flavored ice cream to the dessert options. He told you no one liked banana ice cream because it was rank and that it didn’t even taste like banana. Of course, he figured out who in your social circle did like it. Trent had gotten angry about a lot of trivial things and somehow Eddie was often wedged into the subject. If you were honest, you hadn’t really known Trent all that well before you said yes to his proposal. It was as if the moment he knew he had you, he slowly started to change or rather, be more himself.

Eddie never came to the wedding. No one ordered banana ice cream for dessert.

“Y/N, refill?” Steve interrupted your thoughts. You blinked and quickly propped a smile on your face before meeting his gaze.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” you handed your glass to him and moments later he handed it back to you containing an orange-red liquid. You gazed at it for a moment before addressing him. “Sex on the beach?”

Steve smirked. “That’s the one.” His hand squeezed your shoulder kindly before he joined the others again. He knew it was futile to ask if you wanted to join them, knew you sometimes preferred to just listen along from a distance far enough where you wouldn’t be expected to engage. 

You never could have expected that about an hour later, you would be sharing the balcony space with no other than Eddie Munson. In silence. You went there for some fresh air, he went there to pollute it with his smoke filled exhales. Neither of you acknowledged the other. When you heard the door open you hadn’t even turned around. You had been there a while, so lost in thought that you barely registered it. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he was at the party, that’s how long you had been there. You had never seen him arrive.

However, you didn’t even have to look as much in his direction to know it was him. It was the mix of Old Spice, cigarettes and mint and something entirely Eddie that gave it away. A combination of scents that had quickly become your favorite when you first started to hang out with him. You felt it when he rested his arms on the railing just like you were. You wondered if his heartbeat felt as deafening to him as yours did to you. He could have said something. After everything that you tried, it felt painful to be ignored like that even when you were right next to him. As you were working up the courage to say something, your brain decided to take a plunge into your memory and skip all the polite small talk, instead going for the one thing that had been bothering you for a long time now.

“Why didn’t you come to the wedding?”

Eddie took the slowest drag of his cigarette mankind had ever taken, sighed and lazily inspected the ashes while he flicked them off into the wind. You still weren’t looking at him when he shrugged indifferently.

“Your invitation wasn’t really an invitation.”

An overwhelming surge of emotions clutched and clawed at your chest, begging to be let in or let out, it was hard to tell. You had missed his voice so much. It took you a moment to realize that what he said made no sense at all.

“What do you mean?” Slowly, you dared to look in his direction from the corner of your eye. He was still focused on his cigarette, watching it burn.

“Well,” Eddie started to cite it perfectly, as if he had just held your invite two seconds ago and it was still at the forefront of his mind. “Your presence itself is a gift. We don’t want you to bring any gifts to the wedding.”

For a moment you could only stare at him. Surely he didn’t mean…

“You can’t be serious.”

Eddie’s eyes followed the railing until they landed on your hands and the sublest frown etched into his forehead when he couldn’t spot a wedding ring, or any ring for that matter, on your fingers. Perhaps you were scared of losing it or something. Where was Trent anyway?

“It said I am a gift and to not bring gifts. It’s simple math.”

The indifference in his voice ignites a burning frustration in you. How could he act so casually about this when you had in fact cried (of course not in the presence of Trent) over his absence? How could he act like your years of friendship meant nothing to him, from one day to the other? Eddie, who always fantasized out loud about how you’d still get drunk enough together to think dancing on rooftops was a good idea at the age of 85.

“Everyone got that invitation and they were there,” you gritted out.

Another shrug.

“I’m sorry about that. Maybe they didn’t get it.”

“No, you didn’t get it,” you retorted, your frustration becoming more difficult to contain and be limited to just your thoughts.

“No, Y/N, you didn’t get it. You still don’t,” he mumbled.

You didn’t get it?! Your body was fully turned to him now and Eddie still refused to look at you. It drove you insane.

“Then please, explain to me why you ditched one of your best friends at her wedding after refusing to meet up with her anymore out of the fucking blue?”

“Oh you really don’t think there was something specific that went down that could have possibly caused all of this?” Eddie bit back, his eyes finally meeting yours. You were a little taken aback by the blazing fire they held, though. The hurt within them. As if all of this had somehow been your fault.

“Am I supposed to believe that you were so opposed to the idea of me being happy that you decided you no longer wanted to be anywhere near me, ever again? Is that it? Was it the engagement?”

“Yes. I couldn’t bear watching you throw away the life you had to get with some selfish prick that couldn’t even be bothered to see if you were okay when you tripped because ‘you should watch where you walk’. Who was so fucking different from you he kept wanting to change you, push you into boxes you weren’t. So yes when I heard you were willingly getting into that boat with him forever, I stepped back. What of it?”

He stood facing you directly now, arms crossed tightly over his chest, stance wide. His nostrils flared as he breathed out heavily, eyes wide as saucers as he tried to contain what seemed to be anger, built up frustration.

“Which life?! The one where I just had to miserably watch how everyone around me got settled and slowly slipped into a domestic-white-pickett-fence-with-two-children kind of life?”

“You had us! You had me!” Eddie unknowingly raised his voice, his hands pushed tightly against his chest to stop them from shaking.

“I had friends, yes! Such a crime for me to want something more, huh? Don’t get me wrong, Eddie, but it was only a matter of time before one of those bimbos you hooked up with after gigs became a long-term partner. I’m sure you’ve…” You vaguely gestured at him, his hands, something, because surely he had a great girlfriend by now. Someone that fit him like you never would.

Eddie shook his head vigorously, his wild hair following the movement. He revealed his hands, pointing at his empty ring finger.

“See? Nothing. I’m not like you. I don’t just settle for whoever.” 

You scoffed and revealed your hands.

“No you’re not like me indeed. I got divorced. Guess you win again, congrats.”

For the first time, his hostility faded a little. It was almost as if he wanted to approach you but instead he crossed his arms again, not meeting your eyes.

“Sorry about that, I guess. I didn’t know. Steve never told me.”

“Steve told me you didn’t want to talk about me, so. Not surprised that he didn’t.”

Eddie groaned impatiently, his hands flying up to his hair to run through as he looked inside, where he spotted Steve quickly turning his head away. Fucker.

“He knows why I didn’t want to talk about you though. He should have, I could have— But now instead I’ve been— Fuck!”

“You’re… not making a lot of sense right now, bud,” you remarked dryly.

Another groan, though a bit more whiny.

“Don’t fucking— I’m not your bud alright?”

You rolled your eyes, fed up with him by now. It was as if he had taken four knives to stab you simultaneously with, twisting them occasionally.

“You’re right. You’re nothing to me, apparently. As you wish.”

Both of you were so lost in your own world that you didn’t even notice how Steve had closed off the view to the balcony doors by drawing the curtains to prevent anyone else from coming up. Neither had you noticed that he had in fact locked the doors as well.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that?” Eddie seethed through his teeth, taking a small step closer towards you with his eyes blazing. It was the last straw you needed after this agonizing build up of two years. You had had enough. 

“Oh I’m a bitch?! You literally gave me the cold fucking shoulder from one day to the next, ignored all my calls, all my messages, you literally pretended like I didn’t fucking exist, Eddie! Why would you do something like that, knowing how much it would hurt me? Call me a bitch all you want, but you’re heartless.”

“I’ve been fucking heartless since the goddamn day you stole it, Y/N.”

What? Stunned, you looked up at him to witness the panic that flared up in his eyes and he quickly made a beeline towards the balcony doors.

“Eddie, wait—” 

Eddie shook his head and tried to pry the door open with all his might. He was desperate to get away from you as far as possible.

“Why the fuck can’t I— Steve. Steve! Open the goddamn thing now!”

It didn’t take long for Steve to appear when Eddie started banging loudly on the window. He pulled the curtains around his head, making it look like it was floating amidst the black curtains and promptly shook his head.

“No. Fix it, Munson. Until then, enjoy your stay on the balcony,” Steve told him through the window, right before disappearing again.

“Fuck!”

He kicked against a heavy plant pot for good measure, causing him to swear some more before he meekly faced you again. You had quietly been following the whole ordeal and were still struggling to find the words to respond to any of it.

“So… What was that about me stealing your heart?” you asked softly and you had half the mind to be amused by the expression Eddie had on his face. There was no world where you wouldn’t find him and his panicky expressions at least slightly adorable.

“It sounds even more ridiculous when you say it,” Eddie sighed, slumping down against the door until he sat on the floor.

“Since when?”

“Since forever, man. How could I not?” He gestured at you as if he hated to admit it, arm dropping back down a little too harsh causing him to curse softly.

“How?”

“What do you mean how? It just happens, and I’m not gonna apologize for how I feel about y—”

“No, I mean,” you interrupted him, “you were always… You never gave me the idea that you even considered me that way.” 

Eddie frowned and rested his head against the door as he let go of a long sigh.

“I literally said you were like Arwen to me. And that Aragorn was my favorite.” His pout was a little childlike, as if it had been something that had bothered him for years on end. In fact, it had. You groaned in disbelief.

“I hadn’t read it by then! You wouldn’t tell me why you thought I was like Arwen and told me to just read the book. Which I never did because I was always hanging with you doing other stuff in my free time. And once I did have the time, you were always hooking up with random girls so I didn’t really feel like it anymore.”

“Why would you not want to read Lord of the Rings because I was making out with random chicks?” he asked, clear confusion on his face. He almost looked a little insulted.

“Because I was jealous, you idiot! I wasn’t gonna read a thick book that I was going to read for you when you were busy exploring other people’s throats.”

“I’m afraid I’m not following, Y/N, what do you mean you were jealous? You always shot me those god awful finger guns with a huge grin whenever I went backstage with one of them.” 

“Oh, was I supposed to pull them back by their hair and say something like ‘He’s mine, you bimbo!’ and stick my tongue down your throat instead?” you asked him with a dead panned expression, causing him to chuckle unexpectedly.

“Uh, yeah?! That’s exactly how I imagined it would go, but instead you were all supportive and nice about it so I figured you didn’t give two shits. I even tried two on one night and… nothing! Not even a jealous eyebrow twitch that I know you can do, the way you do when someone gets the best part of a cake with the extra chocolates on it. I was desperate, Y/N.”

You debated sitting across from him but figured the door would be more comfortable against your back, so instead you hesitantly sat down next to him. Eddie didn’t seem to mind, to your relief.

“Ever thought of just… I don’t know, walking up to me and saying you liked me or something?” you asked with a quip of your brow and a soft smile.

“Uh, right back at you.” Eddie rolled his eyes, though he wore the hint of a smile on his face.

“No but, seriously. You kissed random girls during your shows. All you had to do was pick me instead, no?”

Eddie shook his head.

“With them it didn’t matter. With you… if you rejected me, you’d break my heart.”

The silence settled between you again. Heavy, yet not uncomfortable. Eddie exhaled slowly, his shoulder touching yours so light you could have imagined it.

“And then suddenly you introduced Trent to us. I thought, this prick isn’t gonna last a month. You and him? Nah, not in a million years. But then he did. And another, and another, and another. And then… you were engaged. I was convinced it was all just a horrible nightmare. An awful trick played on me. But I just had to accept that I was some random side character in your life and that I had wasted my chance to become anything more.”

He played with the frayed ends of one of the holes in his jeans and exhaled shakily, his fingers trembling slightly. 

“It’s why I asked if you loved him, you know? I thought… maybe. But you said yes, so I had to back away. I wasn’t going to act fair towards you if I didn’t. I— I was a mess, ask Steve. He got fed up with me so many times but he- he’s a good one, y’know. Of course you know. So yeah, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. The only reason I’m even here is because Steve promised that you weren’t gonna come. And then suddenly…”

“Here I was,” you finished for him. He nodded.

“There you were.” A sigh, a shy glance in your direction. “As beautiful as ever, if not more. I was so shocked to see you that I forgot to leave.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you told him softly. “I hope you never will.”

You reached for his trembling fingers and covered them with your own, slowly pushing them apart. Eddie swallowed audibly, his eyes flicking from your hands to your face.

“I’ve missed you,” he confessed in a whisper, his eyes wide and sincere. His thumb softly caressed your pinky.

“I’ve missed you too.” A beat of silence. “I put banana ice cream on the menu, you know.”

Eddie turned his head and smiled in disbelief. “You did?”

“Mhm,” you chuckled softly. “No one ordered.”

“What a waste. I would’ve eaten it all.”

You shared a smile and rested your heads against one another.

“Sorry I wasn’t there,” he said eventually. You shrugged. 

“It’s fine, you didn’t miss anything anyway. Apart from the ice cream, of course.”

“You looked beautiful. Steve has— I’m sure you know but, he had the photo of you and him framed. He wanted to put it up but wanted to wait until he had more things to put up so he could arrange it all at once. But I guess… it’s a bit weird now.”

Steve. Always such a sweetheart.

“I didn’t know, actually. But yeah, a little weird I guess.” 

You both listened to the music coming from inside, your fingers gently drumming along. Eddie’s head too, you noticed vaguely as he moved against your head. At least, that’s what you assumed until you felt his lips on your cheek. You could feel he was holding onto his breath, waiting for your reaction. Hesitantly, he kissed your cheek again, his trembling lips giving away how nervous he was. You turned your head slowly. His breath hitched a little when your lips brushed his, unsure whether to move away or not. Gently, you added the lightest pressure onto his lips with your own and pressed them together into a kiss. You didn’t care that his fingers squished yours a little painfully as he tightly grasped his knee in response. He leaned back shakily, just enough to break apart only so he could press your lips together again. Sweeter, more intentional, more mutual. He shifted slightly, his leg resting on your crossed legged ones a little as his other hand came up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss he had desired to give you for years. Your lips danced together without a fight for dominance, instead it was all about unity, in the perfect alignment of your faces together. The softest giggle escaped his lips when his nose bumped into yours as you changed angles. He gasped when your fingers threaded into his hair.

The both of you were so lost in the kiss that you didn’t notice Steve peeking through the curtains, needing a moment to discover you were in fact making out against the door. You didn’t notice him closing them again either, however…

“YES!! FINALLY!”

Eddie bumped his head against the door in shock and you quickly broke apart, but only after gazing into each other’s eyes lazily with the dopiest smiles on your faces.

“Was that Steve?” you asked.

“Sure was. Steve!” Eddie knocked on the door before getting up and extending his hand to help you as well. Steve was quick to show up in front of the balcony doors again and removed the curtains before opening them.

“Shit, you saw me didn’t you?” Steve asked guiltily, bummed that he interrupted your moment. Eddie snorted and shook his head.

“No dude, it was your high pitched scream that gave us a near heart attack.” 

“Oh. Well. I’m glad you guys uh… made up. Sorry for locking you out, but I had to do something. You can come back in now.”

As Steve stepped aside, Eddie chuckled and reached for the black curtains to pull them back closed again.

“Thank you, but uhm, maybe later? We’ve got some catching up to do.” 

Eddie grinned down at you as he closed the balcony doors again and wasted no second to wrap his arms around your waist. You beamed up at him, eyes sparkling with delight.

“Where were we, sweetheart?”

Here's the image I mentioned earlier. Funny how a whole short fic can come out of it, right? :)

[cinamun]

Okay so I’m gonna keep playing devils advocate with this cuz my boy Jayce is still getting dogged 😂 but anywho, how many times has Hope snapped at Jayce or said something undesirable in a fit of rage and he didn’t react poorly but instead understood in the moment that she was struggling and lifted her up the best he could? Indya even had to get on Hope cuz she was bashing that man’s promotion rather than being happy for him. She even questioned their engagement over Kenji and yeah I’m sure it pissed him tf off that she did that but he took himself out of it and put her first STILL and then ascended her ass. I’m just saying Jayce has done A LOT for Hope and has been a stand up friend/boyfriend/fiancé/husband/dad but he slips up ONE TIME over something pretty serious to be frank and it’s nah fuck him? Man’s left his bag in the foyer. Where’s the grace for him that we kept having for Hope during her outbursts and rock headed moments? Not saying he wasn’t wrong cuz I did say that yesterday. He was dead wrong ignoring his wife and kids like that especially knowing how much Hope struggles during the day without him and needs a break just as much as he does. He had a break from them all day and can process that information once they go down for bed and fr could’ve talked it through with Hope before bed. Just saying Jayce has always received so much animosity since his introduction that I feel is undeserved at this very point in time with what we currently know.

This ain't even devil's advocate sis you are COOKINGGGGGGG!!!!

Its a valid review of the situation if you ask me. Just like not everyone was sympathetic with the homie E (RIP). If what Jay learned is what I think he learned, I'd be spaced out too!! But we don't know what he learned. I still have grace for him but 10000% expected Hope to invoke her inherited petty to get with him on this fine Tuesday morning.

HOLLERIN AT THE ANCESTRAL PLANE THO!!!!

[jessbakescakes]

why is dead irish writers your #1 episode? Not saying you’re not valid but I would love to hear your propaganda

[Stefon from SNL voice] THIS EPISODE HAS EVERYTHING!

First and foremost, I love the Jed and Abbey dynamic. The "we've been married for decades and I'm sick of your shit" (affectionate) snark is so good. The bickering and the sarcasm is totally just their love language and I'm obsessed with it. ("I love you too, Jethro." "Don't call me that." "I think I will."// "Boo Boo, I gave up on getting you out the door in the late '70s." // "END, you idiot! Bitter END!")

Second, The Josh and Donna Waist Grab. It's such a casually intimate moment that sends me into outer space. Joshua, you are DATING ANOTHER WOMAN. Also the way he looks at Donna when he says "you look good"?? Goodbye! The Josh and Donna stuff this episode is iconic.

Speaking of, I love Boyfriend Josh. He really tries so hard, and I get frustrated with Amy's approach in this episode (she's not wrong! She's correct! But her approach isn't helpful for her BOYFRIEND), but! Boyfriend Josh hot? The way he dances with Amy, tucks her hand close to his chest? Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

The Abbey x everyone dynamic? The Abbey and CJ vibe? The Amy and Abbey vibe? The Abbey and Donna vibe!! Oh it's so good. I especially love that Abbey gets CALLED OUT by Donna, but she actually takes it to heart even if it kind of hits her wrong?? Abbey getting drunk with the women of the west wing (and Amy) is everything to me. (MY HUSBAND'S AN ENORMOUS JACKASS!)

Also the Bartlet-Charlie father-son stuff is so good. "Do you love her?" "Very deeply." "That'll work fine." It's INCREDIBLE stuff.

Plus, Donna getting a chance to shine! Her moment getting recognized by Abbey!

favorite little moments: "Hey. Jack Enlow?" "No, it's C.J. Cregg, we've met." "And laughed and laughed." // Amy playing with Abbey's skirt //"In my house, anyone who uses one word when they could have used ten just isn't trying hard." // "Go away." "All right." "Give me the olives." // "Who's Gerald?" "Pretty sure he means Leo." "Oh, do you have a new Chief of Staff?" "No." "Well, then, Gerald it is." // Abbey saying she's responsible for Josh and Amy followed immediately by "I hope Donna's coming!" (She knows.)

[youngparadisedonut]

Hello 👋🏽 so this might not sound like I’m complementing you but I am

When I first found your page I just thought you were a hater with no life.. I think I found you when season four aired and I saw you talking about the Iris situation and let me just say I think I hold the crown for the biggest Carlos hater during season 4, they made me hate him but everytime I would look at your page I would be like we get it so why are you talking about him this much then. I wasn’t really involved in the fandom or has obsessed in the show back then as I am now and I have come to absolutely love tk, and I have found my group of friends on Twitter who love him also. from the moment I came into this fandom it was blatantly obvious biased towards Rafa/carlos (I mean we all saw how fast they were to never talk about ronen again..)that I just didn’t understand, it’s like they foams at the mouth anytime they talk about Rafa/carlos

The Carlos Stan’s have gotten a lot worse imo and we need tk defenders more then ever

What I’m trying to say is I used to see you and go if you don’t like something why are you talking about it but I never said that to people saying the nice things about the characters which is unfair cause we shouldn’t push people who are rightfully calling out characters too the side and make them talk about it with just there friends, if people can say good things, other people can be critical and we need people like you more then ever. Thank you for constantly calling out Carlos cause the watered down “criticism” he gets is such bs

He was not the best boyfriend, definitely not the best fiancée and he’s not gonna be the best husband in the beginning and I’m so tired of these women who are old enough too realize what he does is wrong making excuses after excuses and babying him so much. I think tk deserves way better instead of a man who constantly lies and puts things/people above him then crawls back crying when the damage is done

So just thank you for not stopping with this account cause this fandom is truly delusional when it comes to Carlos and then that fuck ass spinoff they want to do? With his partner who he has “special chemistry” with…

Thank you! I know that I can be very annoying sometimes hahaha.

I’m so frustrated about how TK is often treated by the fandom and the writers. He was criticized for not being ready for a relationship with Carlos, even if he was recovering from a relapse after the boyfriend he proposed to said he was in love with another guy (and probably cheated on him). He was blamed for the breaking up with Carlos after Carlos triggered him by making a big decision that affected both of them without talking to him first, and no one (not the fandom, not the writers) recognized that his motives for the break up were valids. The amount of hate he got just because Cooper was his sponsor was horrifying.

Carlos hiding a marriage, being so dismissive of TK with the wife jokes, blaming TK for Iris disappearance and acting so hostile towards TK was objectively so much worse than any mistake that TK did in their relationship, but I saw feel people calling him out on his bulshit. People even found Iris interactions with TK funny. Everything was fine as long as their favorite could get alway with it. The double standards where very clear.

(It’s so sad how TK has such a kind heart and loves so big)

(Yet no one ever chooses him first)

(Owen with his job)

(Carlos with Iris)

When I saw the news about Carlos and his partner who he has “special chemistry” with was the nail in the coffin for me. Like, nope. I already know where this is going. People will ship Carlos with his partner (even if he turns out to be in a happy relationship) and compare him with TK, how he is so much better and supportive tham TK and Carlos definitely should be with him instead, especially during the probable Jonah arc.I'm not gonna put myself into that.

[jackass-jones]

Must discuss the lgbt headcanons for the malcolm in the middle family because I have given it so much thought and I’m simply going silly at this point in my life okay okay so

Hal and Lois are first and foremost very obviously a bi couple. Most people would probably assume Hal is gay based on his booty shorts and him attracting armies of men all the time so when they find out he has a wife they think she’s his beard. He very offended by this because how DARE someone imply that he isn’t madly in love with his wife. Lois finds her gayass husband very attractive so she’s mad about it too. Lois also doesn’t get clocked as often as she uses it to her advantage like if someone says something homophobic she just very coldly mentions shes bi and everyone is like oh god oh fuck she’s gonna start killing and we don’t have popcorn-

Francis I’d say, regardless of whether or not he’s attracted to men, has definitely had gay sex at least once because first of all. He went to a strict military school with all guys who were all horny and repressed and two. Francis lives for the chance to cause some fuckery and being gay would piss off the authority figures so he just laughs maniacally and starts sucking and fucking. It’d be especially funny if he did it to spite Lois because when she finds out she’s just like “…okay? Do you not know this family this is the gayest house on the street” and Francis is just like oh. Yeah. Damn

Reese is gay as hell and everyone knows it except him and no one wants to say anything because he needs to figure it out on his own but it just takes him like. Excruciatingly long to get the hint. The family just starts dropping like the least subtle clues like “oh if a close family member came out as gay I’d be completely fine with it so Reese *cough cough* if you ever need to talk to me” and Reese is just like :D lol what

Malcolm is tricky because he’s the most likely in the family to be straight I’d think but I think he thinks about it a lot in a healthy way and he comes to the conclusion that he won’t confine himself to a strict label but he’s mostly just into women. And hes pretty satisfied with that. Then like years later he just gets hit right in the face with the biggest gender crisis you’ve ever seen

Dewey has known he was gay his whole life and he’s just like yeah okay I’m gay that’s nice. And hes just normal about it just living his life it’s just as natural to him as breathing and then as a teen he gets asked about girls and he’s just like OOPS I FORGOT I HAD TO COME OUT but he’d stop himself from coming out and he would like. Just be extremely neutral to any questions about his love life cuz he wants to see if his family and friends can actively figure out if he’s gay. They can’t they all think he’s incredibly straight one time Dewey just had a boyfriend and he wore rainbow clothes just to see and nobody noticed so he just accepts his curse

Nothing left to say but I just wanna remind everyone that Hal and Lois mean everything to me they are so valid 🥰

[ladylooch]

When Liv is in high school she gets a boyfriend that nobody likes especially Lio and Timo. Her boyfriend starts trying to pressure her into sex but she doesn’t feel comfortable. So she goes to Emma about it and Emma just tells her she needs to tell her boyfriend that. So Liv does and the boy starts saying all these mean things to her and she burst into tears. When she gets home she immediately falls into her mothers arms and starts sobbing and Timo comes in ready to commit murder cause who made his babygirl cry? Liv tells them and Timo physically has to be held back from going to that kids house to teach him a lesson.

Lio knows about the boy and tells T he is bad news, which Liv does not appreciate. Her older brother is living his NHL life, so why does he need to butt into what she's doing in Switzerland?

Emma guides her daughter as best she can, but understands Liv will need to make her decision and communicate it to her boyfriend. It makes her sad when Liv comes home sobbing. She figured this would be the outcome of that conversation, but wished she could protect her baby from it.

Timo is irate at the sight of Liv's tear tracks. Who the fuck does this kid think he is? He's about to round the twins up to smack some punk ass. Emma is untangling herself from Liv to hold Timo back from putting his shoes on.

"Your daughter needs you to protect her here. Listen to her words and validate her feelings tonight. She does not need you to go kick some teenager's ass." Emma is hissing at her husband. "And do not get our minor children involved in assault."

"Fine. I'll listen to our baby, then grab Nico for the ass kicking."

"Oh god." Emma kneads at her forehead. "Will you ever listen to me?"

"Only in bed, my queen." Timo chuckles, kissing Emma's lips.

[henrioo]

Hiii, since i’ve nothing to do and I love rambling, I’ll ramble abt how much I appreciate your writing.

When i first installed tumblr, i was already attacked by she/hers in fanfics (😥😥). Tbh i was tired of fem blogs, thinking everyone is fem or idk . You’re the first one piece blog i actually like. Whenever i want, i can just re-read your blog’s fics and others. I really like your account !! ^_^ finally a good one piece blog, the others aren’t really safe tbh. Like those who wrotes ‘gn!reader’ but hit you with ‘good girl, wife etc..’ or those who feminized ftm!reader.. like tf… anyway live laugh love your account (its really entertaining !!)

— SOSO’S

YES I LOVE RAMBLING TOO THIS BLOG HAVE MORE ME RUMBLING THAN STORIES PLEASE RUMBLE WITH ME

Yeah ik, honestly i know Tumblr before I even think about myself like a trans person, so having fem content didn't bother me at all at that time

But when I got back here last year I realized how much fem content exists, but I was like "nha it's fine, we still have some gn content I will be fine"

Spoilers, I didn't get fine

It's so rare to have real neutral content in gn content that this makes me so frustrated that when I started my blog, I always got this on writing "if you can't find or it's not good enough for you, then make yourself"

And I did and I went pretty fine I guess, at least my gn are really neutral I hope hahaha

But day by day got me more and more frustrated and my dysphoria was getting worse because I was missing having some real valid male content

I need my favorite look at me and say "I love you like a man, like a boyfriend, I want you to be my husband, the father of my children"

I need to read that they also see me like a man.

And then I went to look for male content and well, things can really be worse the deeper you go

And then I realized that male content here is a totally red flag and basically a big NO

Amab or afab doesn't matter, they all gonna treat you like a super shy delicate boy

You're always gonna be the bottom, and if you are the top then the bottom will be a FTM reader (why can't you top a cis man?)

You're always gonna be feminized and like panties and pink and nicknames to shame you like princess and whatever

The worst for me was seeing that most of that stuff was writing of male writers

Like, you are hating your own identity?

I'm sorry if you like to be some weird femboy that likes to be treated like a woman and a slave

But I'm sure most masc people (cis, trans, NB etc) genuinely don't like that

It's totally fine you wanting someone to validate your gender, regardless of the gender okay? That's why cis women like to be called princess and stuff

But seriously, this just makes my dysphoria really bad because omg can't nobody write just a normal male reader? It's not an alien, we are human like everyone, it's like they write about male like they never interacted with a man in their whole life?

Do you guys know that romantic and platonic relationship between gays are basically the same as a couple of lesbian or straight people? Right? We are not different from anyone

Ofc gays have their own fights but like??? Are you getting? Idk how to explain better

Then again the hit "make yourself" and that's what I'm making lol, I have a lot of hiatus due my mental condition, I'm not gonna lie about that

But I'm always doing my best to have more stories here, maybe I won't give you guys new stories every week, maybe I will take some good months on the ask, maybe I will disappear and get back

But I'm not planning on giving up on this project so soon

Writing male stories is healing not only you guys, but me, really healing me

And that's why I won't stop, I want to write about a lot of things, some stories I will talk about more serious things like dysphoria or homophobia because I think it is fair we have good stories talking about this

I want to write about comfort, about angst, about grief, about transitions, I want to write about children readers and happy families

I want to write for FTM boys, NB boys, cis boys

I want platonic, romantic, nsfw, angst, long, short

I want all

Because I think we deserve that, and if I have the power to do then I will do

And see that not only me is being healed by my blog is always what give more determination to continue

Like I said, maybe not as fast as we all wanted, but I'm promise I'm here and I'm not leaving soon

Okay I talked a lot lol hahahah well thanks for that

I'm always happy to see you guys enjoying here, it really makes me happy, so make yourself welcome and enjoy!

[fairycosmos]

hi baby i am losing my mind at home. and mybe im in the wrong. my mom got a new bf since maybe two months and the same day she told me about him, i met him, and that weekend he was there the whole time. and now, that was a month ago, he basically is here constantly. am i being a cunt for being annoyed by this? i love that shes happy, but her last husband was very toxic and made me feel very uncomfortable and unsafe so i am not at ease at all with a pretty much complete stranger in my house. i told her how i felt about it, and she blew up at me calling me egocentric and selfish and made me feel in general very very the odd one out, and like i was not allowed to feel that way. i asked her, after having a full blown panic attack in front of her, to try and keep in mind that when im at home (which is not much considering im in college and only here every few weeks for two days) to at least let me know if he’ll be here, and preferably just not. which she didnt, again, this weekend. i really dont know what to do. bc i really dont feel at home and like im wanted here and ignored and in general very anxious. the guy isnt bad or whatever, but its the same pattern from with her ex where her relationship became more important than me and this whole thing is so incredibly triggering. ig the answer is just a very simple ‘dont go home’ but i am so desperate for recognition and i just want to feel seen by her. i just dont know how to be fine with having a mom that doesnt want me. im really sorry this is so long. i hope youre doing okay <3

hi lovely - im sorry to hear this. it sounds so fucking frustrating and honestly i don't think your reaction is unreasonable at all! there is an appropriate way to introduce your kids to your boyfriend and this is definitely not it, especially if you've had a bad experience with her partners in the past. it is incredibly unfair and childish of her to blow up at you and to have him spend the whole weekend at your place the first weekend you guys met. like, no wonder you feel upset and overwhelmed by it all. it's not a great way to get to know each other, and her disregard for your feelings is awful.

it sounds like you've tried everything you can to set the right boundaries and to communicate clearly and respectfully what you're feeling with her, and of course if you want to you should keep trying to get through to her, but i think it's important to know when it's time to protect your own peace and focus on what is actually in your control. it's totally natural to crave feeling seen and recognised by her, like as much of a human need as eating or sleeping is, but if she's not able to give that you you don't need to internalise it as something that is your fault or something you deserve. it is entirely a reflection of her and her fucked up priorities if she refuses to listen and to amend her own behaviour. like it's obviously ok for her to date, and she doesn't need your permission, but she is not being respectful of your space at all, and that is the problem. i know accepting that is incredibly difficult, and it may take a long time to be able to say “hey, i deserve better than this and i will not beg for her validation, or for her to grow up and act like an adult about things,” but that really is the bottom line. if you still want to go home often, which is obviously completely understandable, maybe you could work on just setting your own boundaries within the house - staying in your room, only engaging with the dude/your mother to the extent that you feel comfortable with, even just straight up communicating to the guy that you're not really used to having him around and you're trying to take things at your own pace. if either of them get offended by that, honestly it's on them. they clearly haven't been considering your feelings so it's ok to just do what's right for yourself at this point. i'm really sorry you're in this position and i hope it gets better with time, that they begin to hear you out and give you room to breathe and process etc etc. i guess i just wanted to offer some genuine understanding, because you're not being ridiculous at all - i think your mam kind of is. also, if there's anyone you can talk to at school about this - like a mate or a college counsellor, i'd really recommend it. i know it might feel really weird and vulnerable to be open about it, but it's an issue you're dealing with and you deserve to feel supported. just processing it out loud and getting someone's outside perspective might be really cathartic and validating. i don't know, no pressure obviously - just smth to consider. sending a hug your way. x

[septmilleneurones]

OK, as someone who has experience of being stuck in an abusive situation for years, I am going to say this ONCE and then I am blacklisting "Snow White" because my psyche has been through enough already:

1. The nature of marriages in the era of those fairy tales, and their original Disney animated versions, kept victims stuck with abusers. That is why feminists don't like them.

Most of those feminists who say "Snow White should have a career of her own" or whatever are going home to boyfriends or husbands of their own. But they're doing so with the knowledge that if things go south, they have the means to get away. That doesn't mean that victims who don't have the means to get away are to blame for what's happening to them, but back then there were much larger societal and legal forces keeping victims trapped with abusers, and it is gross as hell that husbands were always portrayed as the saviours when in so many cases they were the abusers. There are a bunch of fairy tales about "girl is rescued from her abusive mother by a good husband and none about "wife is rescued from her abusive husband by her mother", and there is important analysis to be done about why that was.

2. Shit like "she maintained a cheerful and kind disposition and never complained" was an actual expectation placed on abused women and you do not want that standard to be applied to you.

As someone who caught the very last dregs of this lovely little social expectation (my parents were raised in the 60s and the things they thought it would be appropriate to say to me when I was Too Sad about being bullied would be thoroughly mocked on Tumblr dot com), I need to make it very, very clear to you all that when the writers back then said "a Good Victim always stays cheerful", they meant it literally. It wasn't code for "people who aren't perfect victims are valid"; it was a blueprint of what being a Perfect Victim meant. Watch Mona Lisa Smile. Look at how Kirsten Dunst's character is treated by the people in her life who endorse the era's social rules when her husband treats her badly. Look at how she is told, repeatedly, to go home, put on a smile and serve her husband. That is what the old versions of Snow White and Cinderella were telling victims to do. The victim blaming today is still absolutely unacceptable, but you lot have GOT to stop this fantasy that victims were treated better in the 1930s or 1950s. It's disrespectful to the people who really did endure abuse back then.

These stories told victims to Trust The System. We know now that the system back then sucked. The system today also sucks and needs to be changed, but we are not going to accomplish that by saying "silly feminists, the 1930s were fine!"

[sensei-venus]

I’ll probably delete this later because this is pure rant, I’m just pissed. Lol.

I completely fine with people having a opinion and dislike for characters, because everyone is free to have them, but my pet peeve about people with cobra kai are when people say they don’t like Robby followed by “Miguel-“ or “Johnny & Carmen-“ please for the love of everything, Robby is a child who was abandoned by his father and left to live with a addict mom who literally forgot about him constantly and basically treated him like a pet for all his life.

Johnny was a alcoholic, Johnny basically acted like he was a job, like he was a shitty responsibility he had to take care of every time Robby got in trouble.

Robby is a person, Robby is a child, Robby wanted someone to love him and take care of him because for 16-18 years of his life he was basically taking care of himself and his drunk,drug addicted, sex addicted mom when she is around.

And I’m sorry, but Robby did face child abuse. It’s been showed multiple times that Shannon forgot about him to the point she didn’t pay bills to keep him alive. I’m literally scared to think about how younger, 10-15 year old Robby was able to survive because this shit has been going on for a while. How did he eat? How did survive as a child being left alone, with no water or electricity? How many times did little Robby have to hide because his mom was gone and a landlord was banging on the door because Shannon didn’t pay rent??? What happened when he got sick??

“Oh but Carmen has a sad back story and Miguel didn’t have a dad so Johnny-“

Ok and?

(I by no means saying that Johnny can’t be with the Diaz family.)

Miguel didn’t have a dad, Carmen didn’t have a husband/boyfriend. But they had each other and Carmen’s mom. They where tight, they went though it together. They could talk to one another and feel support.

Robby got a mom who got drunk and high and brought home random guys and a dad who only rolled his eyes and told him ds oh no everytime he did something wrong.

I hate the fact that as of late the writers keep making it like “Oh Robby and Miguel are ok now, Johnny and Robby made up, now Robby and fuck off while Johnny,Carmen,Baby and Miguel and go live a happy little family life and everything is forgiven.”

Robby isn’t going to run into the sunset because of this whole Johnny and the Diaz family stuff.

Please get out of the toxic mindset that Robby is bad because he’s a fucked up teen who was forced to grow up to fast and doesn’t understand feeling or life. As someone who grew up very similar to Robby and has been around people who have also grown up in that environment, Robby could be a shit ton worse, like alot.

He is a fucked up lil buddy, but that’s why we like him.

(We stan Miguel & Robby, they both have issues and are valid. Kiss kiss.)

[thebobby1432world]

Sugandha Mishra Wiki, Biography, Age, Height, Weight, Family, Net Worth

Sugandha Mishra Wiki: Sugandha Mishra is an Indian actress, playback singer, and TV host who is known for her funny roles on The Kapil Sharma Show and for the way she has hosted many TV shows and award ceremonies. Sugandha Mishra was born in Jalandhar, Punjab, on May 23, 1988, to parents Santosh and Savita Mishra. Sugandha's family has been a part of the Indore Gharana for four generations. Sugandha Mishra WikiBoyfriends, Affairs, Husband Favorite Things Her grandfather, Pandit Shankar Lal Mishra, taught her how to sing, and she has a doctorate in music from Guru Nanak Dev University in Amritsar. Sugandha's co-star on the show, Kapil Sharma, was a year ahead of her when she was getting her master's degree. Sugandha finished her schooling and moved to Mumbai, Maharashtra, where she lives and works now.

Sugandha Mishra Wiki, Biography

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