#domestic arguments

[lyssa010387]

Oh, fuck me sideways, that was some unexpected unearthing of unresolved long-term trauma.

Never thought I'd say "don't make me go there again" so soon, but it goes to show that I'm (hopefully) out of that terrible mental time attached to my PPD back then.

[pretty-weird-ideas]

Episode Seven and White Tears

The trial's allegory is not just a lynching, it is a lynching for a Black person entering a relationship with a respected White man, and proceeding to leave him. It's not a murder case, as seen through the show, there's actually very little emphasis on the murder in the episode in regards to Louis. The emphasis is on his "seduction", his "ungiving nature", and "refusing to give his body". It is a public humiliation and lynching for turning a respected white man down. The crime isn't hurting Lestat, it's hurting his feelings.

Lestat doesn't speak to the audience about the pain of his throat being slit. He speaks of loneliness, the audience chants and jeers about how cheating was justified if Louis isn't putting out. Santiago isn't talking about the murder, he's talking about how much of a sexual deviant Louis is the second he is introduced. The show is telling us what's important to the case, and what language hurt and stuck out to Louis the most. The deciding factor in the eyes of the audience, the story that Sam and Santiago are trying to tell, is that the crime is heinous because Louis turned down Lestat.

The audience isn't mad about the murder, they're mad about Lestat's emotions, they're mad about the betrayal, and they are mad that Louis and Claudia didn't put up with things. The case built against the two of them isn't based on violence, it's based on white tears. Louis isn't called a monster for slitting Lestat's throat, the audience member calls him a monster for turning down Lestat's advances.

The show is clear that the trial isn't really about the murder, it is about Louis not "giving enough" for Lestat. It's about Louis asking Lestat to turn Claudia and literally bargaining his happiness where he literally gets on his knees and says "I'll be happy for you, I will never leave you if you do this for me". It's never been about the murder, it's quite literally just shaming Louis for not "loving a good man who might be abusive".

At the end of the day, the trial as framed and written by Sam is building a case off of Lestat's tears, not actual physical harm.

Like my skin is crawling but also the show is so chilling with how it portrayed the "He's a good man so hold your tongue and endure! Lest you read as ungrateful".

Anyways someone take the laptop from me before this becomes my life.

[mintedwitcher]

Tbh I can't help laughing about the "Lou doesn't like sex scenes!" criers because like.... girlypop what show have you been watching? None of the characters have Actual explicit sex scenes.

There are implied ones (madney, bathena, henren) and fade-to-black ones (Athena and her hookup in s1, Hen and her ex) and even post-sex scenes (Eddie/Shannon, Eddie/Marisol, Buck and his hookups in s1) but this is not the show for gratuitous sex scenes so like. What are yall gloating about? Ooh the new guy on the "we don't do explicit sex scenes" show doesn't want to do explicit sex scenes. Oh noooooo. This is totally unheard of and is totally a reason to hate him (heavy on the sarcasm if you can't tell).

Literally get up girlypop you're throwing a tantie about a scenario you made up in your head. "Bucktommy can't thrive since Lou refuses to do explicit sex scenes" no one on this show does explicit sex scenes. It's literally a non-starter.

[pianokantzart]

We all know about how Luigi turns into a fox rather than a tanuki when he touches the super leaf, but I also want to talk about how he's the only one out of his friends who doesn't turn into a normal house cat when he touches the cat bell?

This is a bengal cat (a common house cat breed):

This is an Asian leopard cat (looks like a house cat, but is shy and elusive in nature and requires an enormous outdoor enclosure):

Look at Luigi's ears compared to the ears on everyone else!

They're rounded!

His ass is not a house cat.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

its always funny to me when people cant fathom the idea of kusuke being abusive and get mad at people for saying he is, as if he didnt literally shoot lethal canons at his brother and take a chunk out of his arm

[ziorite]

what’s gayer folks, doing it in the ass or arguing with another man about how he abandoned you and your son in the middle of a grocery store?

bonus: buck trying to discuss visitation like he’s christopher’s dad and not just eddie’s friend

[ikkosu]

idk if I should make this au a series but here you go <3 (au explanation in the tags bc I don't want to spoil)

mouse-verse IMPASSIVITY is at an all time high. Prowl struggles to ignore the nudge against his ribs. A locked jaw, optics for slits are the best he's got under pressure. Even, better — bared dentas to deter trouble.

But there's something about Bumblebee — that punk is trying his patience, unfazed by the enforcer's abrasive demeanor. He's pushing it. Pushing it hard. Without even a glance, he's sure as Primus's aft a chesire grin is leeching from that face.

"And, what's the status?" His audials picked up on Optimus's voice, a blur of red and blue not too far in the laboratory from where he stood. Prowl straightens. Ah, professional. Be professional. He can't be seen behaving inappropriately.

Then, he hears your voice and loosens visibly.

"Neutral, sir. For now, at least. It'll come round eventually. But I'll try to stabilize it."

Prowl shifts, almost imperceptibly, on his pedes. The scout is now focused on a bubbling flask. A digit out, prodding the capped casing. Phosphorus, Prowl recognizes. Vanilla crystals blossomed at the bottom and explosively so. But he bites back a chastise — if the yellow bug is broken out of his curious stance, Prowl might not be able to grasp this chance to, well, have a look.

So, he tilts his helm and lets his optics skim, much the same as he does when he's scheming — a search for your figure amidst all the beams and laboratory apparatus of the room is discreet.

It was organized, clean. You fixed your workspace often. Adored organizing your paperwork in neat little bundles. He discerned some stacks under your desk with those pastel straps you always hoard from the nearest stationary shops.

That is the decorum, the attitude of a proper soldier. It is what he'd like to see in everyone's workstation. Clean and logically organized.

Once his optics caught your eyes, he swivels away. His doorwings piked up, much to his chagrin. A side periphery of a smile curling your mouth didn't help the flare of warmth prickling the back of his neck , running all the way up to his forehead. His frown becomes all the more apparent.

And, of course bumblebee notices.

"Can it." He grits out before he could say anything else.

Bumblebee just shrugs but the slag-eating grin is still there. "Didn't say I warned ya, buddy."

"Don't call me buddy." He says coldly. " I am not your buddy. I am your commanding officer and you will refer to me properly as such."

"Eugh, leave it for Ironhide to decide. I'm not here on a debate for ranks."He elbows his rib plates with a wag of his brows. "What I'm here for, though...." He trails off, and shimmies a crab dance to block his view.

Prowl grimaces and retaliates by looking above the horns of his head. "Enough. You're making a fool out of yourself." He bares out.

"Oooh. Someone's quite the looker, huh."

"And, you're about to gain a look of a lifetime, through physical means."

"Prowl suggested I seek your advice."

Both bots stiffen at the sound of pedes approaching. The Prime has his servos folded behind his back, hunching, and tilting his helm so he could regard your face. You trotted beside him, a hand shoved into the pocket of your labcoat and the other swiveling a pen.

"Oh, did he?" You stop before the enforcer.

The fat of your cheeks pulled into a smile.

"I did." Prowl clips. "You specialise in force fields — an expertise greatly suitable for that area of predicament."

Bumblebee adds "A great suitor for the other— hrrk!"

Prowl shoves an elbow against his ribs. The yellow bugs keels over, wheezing. Optimus raises an eyebrow. What he thinks of it is left unsaid as he turns to you.

"This won't be too demanding of me?"

"No, not at all." You wave placatingly. "I'm busy but this isn't' something of a problem I can't handle. I'll have the blueprints by dawn."

The Prime pats your shoulder, optics gentle as he heads for the sliding doors. "Have a good evening, mouse."

"You too, sir."

"And, you t—"

Prowl shoves the yellow bug outside, locking the laboratory pad with a few quick punch of his digits for good measure. When he's sure the two silhouettes are gone, he vents through clenched teeth and tries to conceal his irritation. Though, proven futile with how his doorwings twitch.

He's had enough, for today.

"Bothersome?" You mused.

"A work in paradise."

He swivels around and despite the smooth mask he's locked in, almost jumps at your close proximity.You're standing there, chin tilted up — he's already faltering, surprise shown through a quick flick of his doorwings.

"And, you say I'm not so discreet." You make a show of teetering on your toes.

He rolls his optics but complies nonetheless, lowering his helm but not his shoulders. He won't make it easy. No, not too low or you'll get a pass — he wants you to beg for it.

"Terrible." He chuffs. "Of all the soldiers I've assessed, you mouse, are the worst at discretion. Impulsivity seems to be a close friend, for you."

"But what does that make you, then?" Your lips, soft and pliable, are inches away from his chin.

He resist lowering his helm any further. But much to his dismay, Prowl slants his helm, counteracting his locked coding of not caving in.

"Reckless." He breathes out. "Worse than when Smokescreen toddled away with illicit high-grade."

A loose giggle bubbles from your lips, a sweet sound he shamelessly saved in his processors. Though, iritation paints his features when he recognizes the signs. You're deliberately stalling. Deliberately ignoring his advances. He bares his teeth, exasperated at the fact he has to spell it out.

"Kiss me."

"Oh?" You tilt away, a coy playful grin. "Why would I do that, officer when discretion is at play here?"

"Because we're behind closed doors. Because if you dont, you're disobeying a direct command from your superior. And because —" Agitation pulls at his face and digits pinched your chin, pulling you close."— i've missed you."

It's not often he's affectionate. You're always the one pulling the trigger first — but when he does it, you find it oddly endearing of how desperately he wants it.

"Kiss me." He says again.

And, that was enough for you to close the distance. Hands on his shoulder plates as you lean up to catch his lips. Instantly, he melts into your touch, servos gripping your waist.

[riverssongs13]

Chasca and Chuychu in their little domestic has been one of the better sibling dynamics stories I've witnessed in quite a long time. Both equally stubborn, one with an affliction and one whose trade and training is in medically dealing with said affliction.

And here we see something that's quite fleshed out, and not just the typical bland beige boring sisters who are quite smitten with each other-- these two have a very rough relationship with so much friction, yet you can see the love is definitely not lost between them. One could even argue that this friction is in fact because of that same love.

Sweet. Me likes. Hopefully we get to see more of C x C.

[deadlydelicious]

I'm just going to stop my rewatchs at 6x04, maybe watch the elevator scenes, then loop back to 5x01 to keep my chenford heart happy

[wonder-worker]

"[Matilda of Boulogne's office as Queen of England], initiated and broadly defined by the coronation ordo, gave her royal power and authority to share in governance. Her obligations and activities were shaped by custom established by previous queens and the ad hoc needs of king and realm. [...] [Matilda's] thorough integration into the governance of the realm was not repeated in [Eleanor of Aquitaine’s] years as queen of England. Eleanor's coronation followed a new model that emphasized the queen as progenitor of royal heirs and subordinate to the king rather than as sharer of royal power. Though Eleanor acted as regent in England between 1156 and 1158 and in Poitou on several occasions from 1165 on, her writs suggest delegated rather than shared royal authority. In England, her power was limited by the lack of lands assigned to her use and by the elaboration of financial and judicial administration. Whereas [Matilda of Boulogne's] inheritance allowed her to play an integral role in politics by securing the Londoners' loyalty and a steady supply of mercenaries, Eleanor's inheritance provided her with more extensive power in Poitou and Aquitaine than in England. Until 1163, Eleanor withdrew funds from the Exchequer by her own writ, but unlike her Anglo-Norman predecessors, she was not a member of its council nor did she issue judgments from the royal court. Eleanor's counsel and diplomatic activities, in contrast to Matilda's, are rarely mentioned. She did, however, encourage the 1159 Toulouse campaign and supported Henry in the Becket affair and the coronation of young Henry. Eleanor was not a prominent curialis; she rarely witnessed Henry's charters or interceded to secure the king's mercy. She did follow in Matilda's footsteps in her promotion of her sons, cultivation of dynastic goals through the Fontevraudian tombs, and patronage that reflected her family's traditions. For Matilda, to be queen encompassed a variety of functions-curialis, diplomat, judge, intercessor, and "regent." Through a combination of factors, Eleanor's role as queen was much more restricted."

-Heather J. Tanner, "Queenship: Office, Custom or Ad Hoc", Eleanor of Aquitaine: Lord and Lady (Edited by Bonnie Wheeler and John Carmi Parsons)

[bennidraws]

they're what kids these days call "toxic" 😞

(something something being an asshole who enjoys provoking his partner but being married to a wife that got diagnosed with hysteria)

[shutit-haha]

Crybaby Pt.1

"Oh don't tell me you're gonna start fucking crying." He huffed, tugging at is hair, while he rolled his eyes and snarled. His poor little spitfire, your eyes were all glossy, jaw clenched. You only ever cried after you snapped at someone, and well this was Katsuki. This was the love of your fucking life, your reason for existing, you never snapped at him. Same way how he never yelled or snapped at you, least not in an argument.

"I'm not gonna cry," then why were your words so shaky. You were doing your best to suppress both your tears and anger. The stare you gave him was your way of being scary, but of course his lovely girl only looked small to him. So as frightening as others found that hard stare to be, he only wanted to kiss your lips swollen.

"Don't start fuckin' crying." He was all up in your space now, looming and domineering an attempt to remind you who the fuck he was. This wasn't about putting you in your place (it never was) it was about you remembering his.

"Or what you'll get rid of me too." He had chosen someone else over Kirishima today, claiming that it was a strength thing. Frankly it pissed you the fuck off and even hurt Kiri a little. You knew your boyfriend hadn't really meant it that way, but he could have at least tried to say it nicely.

"You're being too fucking sensitive," he was starting to sound just like them.

"You're being too much of a dick," you as well. You were shaking from the frustration, absolutely fuming from how irate you were.

"You gonna fuckin' cry," he grinned. "too much of a dick," he brought himself closer to your ear. "Usually what you shout in bed."

You backed away from him, "are you even listening?" You didn't want the make up sex, you wanted him too learn. The idiot knew that, he just wanted you to stop looking at him like that; all disappointed and angry. The bulk of man could only think of dumbing you down with his cock, preferred when you were crying 'cause of that, when you looked at him like he was a god. "Bakugo," fuck did he prefer when that mouth of yours was full.

"Stop that shit already."

"When you look me in the eyes." The asshole had been staring down your shirt the whole time. "You know forget it, clearly you're a fucking kid. I'm not gonna waste my time with little boys, when you're ready to be a man come talk to me."

"Oh don't be such a prissy fucking crybaby, immature for no fucking reason."

You slammed the bedroom door behind you, gasping for air from your tightening windpipe. A crybaby! He had the audacity to call you a fucking crybaby and... here you were crying. You locked the door just as soon as you shut it, leaning back against it only to ultimately sit on the floor. You were a crybaby, the bastard was right.

[scream-cam]

“you better drink that”

phresh corner of the phouse

[rozaceous]

@vermillioncrown

you know...

[old-memoria]

I’m getting married tomorrow… it feels surreal

[quietwingsinthesky]

it’s why i like writing my own smut because it means im allowed to put in details for me and talk about hairy tummies and stretch marks and fat rolls and all the things that make human bodies so fantastic to look at and think about