#dysfunctional marriages

[skjam]

Movie Review: Woman on the Run (1950)

Movie Review: Woman on the Run (1950) directed by Norman Foster Frank Johnson (Ross Elliott) is out walking his dog Rembrandt (uncredited) one evening when he witnesses a gangland slaying. He gets a good look at the killer, but not vice versa as the gunman shoots at his shadow instead before driving off. When the police, led by Inspector Ferris (Robert Keith), arrive, Frank slowly realizes that…

[likethexan]

Thetis being fiercely loyal to Hera (rejecting Zeus’ romantic advances) but also being fiercely loyal to Zeus (saving Zeus from the chains that Hera and co bound him) honestly gives off child of divorce vibes (except the couple in question are eternally married)

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

kind of hilarious how Armand's favorite method of bonding with people he loves or even just kind of incidentally crosses orbits with is to make them replay his own fucked-up experiences. hi stepdaughter would you like to get objectified and exploited before your inevitable demise. hi husband would you like to lose your memories and lose your loved ones to fire and get trapped in the dark. hi ex-boyfriend would you like to watch your family burn alive. hi pet journalist would you like to have your mind wiped and writhe like a split fish around the damage. hi this is fun this is sooo fun. i could not prevent it. disregard. this worked out great in the sims trust me. armand is an unstable concept that never really existed but with your help we can all be armand i.e. dead fucking wrecks.

[cepetriwrites]

Meme for latest HOTD fic I’m reading:

Viserys looking up down from heaven hell watching his two oldest children who he forced to get married have toe curling hate sex next to his still warm corpse

Called Rhaenyra your only child in front of Aegon, now he’s giving your only child the good ole Toe Curling Cervix Crushing Hate Sex 3000 special by your emaciated corpse.

The rest of the siblings hearing some… oddly specific noises coming out of their fathers bedchamber where Aegon and Rhaenyra inside “mourning” their father

The Queen and the Prince Consort by @franzkafkagf on AO3

[watcher0033]

The disparity between the actual Hades and his Furies + his satan allegory = Bad Reputation is nothing short of hilarious. 😂

[uchiha-gaeshi]

Does anyone else suffer from the disbelief that they are their age?

[rubyquiet]

Not ritsu and MC experiencing a divorce in real time💔

[bloody-bee-tea]

A completely normal Valentine's Day

Suguru stares up at the building in front of him, a faint headache already blooming behind his eyes. He doesn’t need to be a genius to know that whatever Satoru is planning is probably bordering on insane and the fact that the building apparently houses a law firm doesn’t help at all.

That only makes things scarier.

“What is this?” Suguru asks, eyeing Satoru from the corner of his eyes.

Satoru is bouncing on the balls of his feet, and he gives Suguru a grin that borders on being manic.

“Don’t be mad?” he asks, his eyes glinting with excitement and Suguru lets out a deep sigh.

“I’m about to be really fucking furious, one way or another,” he gives back because he knows Satoru, has known him for several years at this point and so he knows how this is going to end. “What did you do?” he sighs out and Satoru pouts at him.

“Nothing! I did nothing!” He sounds sincere about that, too, which only leaves Suguru with one other option.

“What did your family do?” he asks, pinching the bridge of his nose, because this promises to be more than just a simple headache.

Satoru’s shenanigans are worrying and stress-inducing and while they can be mean-spirited at times, depending on the person, they are always kind of entertaining for Suguru in the end.

The same really can’t be said about Satoru’s family and their interferences in Satoru’s life. Those are just upsetting and hurtful and leave Satoru jittery and stressed out of his mind which in turn causes Suguru to worry so much that he expects to see his first grey hairs at the ripe age of twenty-two.

“Ah, you know them so well,” Satoru replies and all traces of humour have left his voice.

So it is something serious.

“Satoru,” Suguru starts but Satoru cuts him off with one of the many different fake smiles he has.

“Ah, come on, it’ll be fun, right?” he says, back to bouncing on his feet and it’s only now that Suguru notices how he constantly scans his surroundings.

So it’s not excitement but nerves that have him this fidgety.

“It sure as hell won’t be,” Suguru sighs out, because nothing involving Satoru’s family has ever been fun, “but let’s go anyway.”

That immediately has Satoru walking, and just like Suguru feared, he’s going straight for the entrance to the imposing building. Suguru is not dressed for a place like this, and wouldn’t even know what to do here, either, so he simply has to trust Satoru in this.

“We have an appointment with Higuruma Hiromi,” Satoru tells the secretary at the front lobby and Suguru wonders when Satoru set this up.

A place like this surely doesn’t have appointments free every day, so this must be in the making for a while.

“Satoru, are you okay?” Suguru asks, his mind running wild with possibilities and Satoru must notice, because he doesn’t try to smile anything away.

“I’m good. I’ll be better after this, though,” he adds, which is just as cryptic as everything else that’s been happening today and it makes Suguru sigh.

“Gentlemen, this way please,” the secretary interrupts them before Suguru can say anything and he doesn’t much feel like pestering Satoru for a real answer when they are led into one of the offices.

The lawyer is already waiting for them.

“Welcome. My name is Higuruma Hiromi,” he greets them with and Satoru beams at him.

“Gojo Satoru and this is Geto Suguru,” he introduces them and Higuruma nods.

“The one you’ll be transferring everything to,” he says which just makes Suguru frown.

“Excuse me, what?” he interjects, forgetting his manners because apparently this concerns him now as well.

Higuruma sends a puzzled look Satoru’s way.

“Have you not informed him?”

“It might have slipped my mind,” Satoru simply says with a shrug and Suguru feels the acute urge to strangle him.

“Informed me about what?” he presses out, pressing his thumb into the space between his eyes in an attempt to stave off the impending headache.

“About that,” Satoru says with a weak smile just as Higuruma slides a document across the table to Suguru.

Suguru silences Satoru with a sharp look before he takes the document and quickly scans it over. What he reads makes him feel very, very cold.

“Are you dying?” he asks once he put the document back down and if Satoru hid a terminal illness from him, he’s going to help things along with his bare hands.

“No! No, it’s not quite so serious,” Satoru tries to reassure Suguru, but it’s not very believable, not with that Suguru just read.

“Then you better explain yourself, because this,” Suguru jabs the document as if it personally offended him, “is not something I want to see ever again.”

“Ah, but with today’s signature it will be put into effect immediately. We’re mostly just here to figure out your assets, how you should best handle everything and all the legal stuff that comes with owning that much, you know?” Satoru says and Suguru slams his hand on the table.

“Satoru, what the hell is going on? You can’t just simply—you’re transferring everything to me. Everything. All your money, your trust funds, your real estate, your cars, the shares of the company. Everything.” Suguru feels like that bears repeating. “What the hell is going on?”

“So,” Satoru starts and he’s avoiding Suguru’s gaze. “You remember that I cut off all contact with my family once I turned eighteen and got all of—this?” he gestures at the document which has a very exhausting list of all the things Satoru currently owns, and of course Suguru remembers that.

“Of course I do,” he says out loud because Satoru is clearly expecting an answer.

“Turns out, my family didn’t like that much. They have been trying to get most of it back since then, especially everything that connects to the company.”

Suguru blinks.

“You never told me about that,” he finally says, because for all he knows Satoru did not have any contact whatsoever with his family since his eighteenth birthday, even though they’ve tried a whole lot of things. Satoru always ignored them or brushed them off until they went away again, at least as far as Suguru knows.

But clearly he’s missing some things.

“Because it wasn’t worth mentioning. Most of my family’s request immediately went to Higuruma here, as he is my legal advisor in these things and I barely had to deal with anything directly.”

“What changed?” Suguru asks, because something must have changed for Satoru to do something like this.

“My family hired an assassin,” Satoru bluntly says and Suguru can feel himself go pale.

“They what?” he hisses out and Satoru shrugs as if it doesn’t mean anything to him.

Suguru really is going to strangle him.

“They contracted someone called Fushiguro Toji. I know because another clan once contracted him to kill me and I didn’t take him out when he fucked up, so he promised to give me a heads-up next time a hit was put out on me. I think he enjoys the challenge. He contacted me last week.”

“Last week,” Suguru mumbles and now it finally makes sense, Satoru’s unwillingness to leave the house for anything.

“The police can’t do anything of course, so this—” Satoru points at the document, “is the only thing I can do. My family wants to kill me so that everything currently in my possession goes back to them. I’m not going to let that happen and once all of these things are transferred they should call Toji off, too.”

“Or set him on to me,” Suguru says, though it sounds wrong when he says it out loud. Satoru wouldn’t put his life on the line like that.

“That would not benefit them,” Higuruma speaks up. “All of these assets don’t return to Gojo should you die. They go to your closest relatives, and I’m given to understand your parents and your sisters are alive and well. The Gojo family could never get these assets back that way.”

“Why not give them to a charity or something?” Suguru wants to know and he doesn’t startle when Satoru leans close.

“It’s all yours, Suguru. Everything I own is yours. I trust you not to kick me out, since I am basically penny-less after I sign this, but—” he trails off with a shrug. “It’s yours.”

“You’re so goddamn fucking—” Suguru cuts himself off and rubs a hand over his face. “Is this what you consider a valentine’s gift? Couldn’t you have given me something normal, like flowers or chocolate?” Suguru wants to know because surely this must mean something.

Satoru is close with other people, people he trusts even, but it seems as if those didn’t even cross his mind.

“I—oh, it is Valentine’s Day,” Satoru weakly gives back with a look at the document and the date noted down there but he recovers quickly. “I mean—you know me. No chocolate would have survived, anyway.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Suguru sighs out and reaches out for Satoru’s hand, threading their fingers together. “A flower would have sufficed.”

“Next Valentine’s Day, when no assassin is breathing down my neck, okay?” Satoru asks, and squeezes Suguru’s hand which Suguru supposes is his answer to the unspoken question.

He is not alone with his feelings, then.

“Fine,” Suguru agrees and turns back around to Higuruma, his mind made up. “Do you officiate weddings, too?” he asks and Satoru splutters at his side.

“Suguru, what are you doing?” There’s a note of panic to his tone but Suguru is calm.

Maybe he is rushing things, or maybe this is long overdue but he just knows that he has to marry Satoru right now.

“Satoru, you already gave me everything, all of your worldly possessions and let’s be real here, you probably hid your heart in this, too, in one of the cars you never drive maybe, and on the off-chance I ever decide to take that out for a spin, I’ll probably find your heart bleeding all over the floor because you couldn’t say it. And this?”

Suguru points at the document still on the table, that will transfer all of Satoru’s belongings to Suguru, leaving him basically a broke man. The only thing Satoru will still have after signing this is his trust in Suguru and that sure makes Suguru’s heart beat fast in his chest.

“This is selfish, and don’t even pretend that you only started this last week. You always intended to give me everything, because there is no way a lawyer not collaborating with your family could have listed off all of these things in a week. No offense, Higuruma, but no one is that good, and you, Satoru, are not that organised. So you planned this. You have planned this for a while, and making that decision on your own is very selfish. But you know what? Today I’m going to be selfish, too. I’m going to marry you and I won’t only take all of your things, I’ll also take your goddamn name and throw it right out of the window, because fuck your family. From this day on you’ll be Geto Satoru, because I love you, too.”

“Suguru,” Satoru breathes out once Suguru falls silent and Suguru doesn’t panic when he spots tears in Satoru’s eyes.

He only leans forward and kisses them right off Satoru’s face.

“You’re such an idiot,” he whispers and Satoru lets out a wet laugh.

“Is that any way to speak to your finance? Also, most unromantic proposal ever, Suguru, we’re not telling that to people.”

“Unromantic? You want to talk to me about being unromantic, when your Valentine’s gift to me is everything you currently own?” Suguru shoots right back. “I don’t even get a goddamn flower from you.”

“I—“ Satoru bites his lips before he visibly steels himself. “I wanted to confess after this,” he then admits. “I wanted to gauge your reaction first, in case you got angry or told me to fuck off.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Suguru sighs out and briefly brings their lips together. “I’m mad that you didn’t tell me an assassin is after you for an entire week, but Satoru, you really should know me better than that. I would never tell you to fuck off.”

“Well, if we get married, you won’t be able to anymore, so now that I think about it, let’s do it,” Satoru decides with a nod and Suguru laughs.

“Divorces exist, you know,” he reminds him but softens his words with a squeeze of his hand.

“No, they don’t. Higuruma, draft me a prenup that forbids Suguru from divorcing me,” Satoru says and Suguru fondly rolls his eyes.

“I’m very sorry, but that is legally not possible.”

“Goddamit,” Satoru mutters and Suguru leans close, resting his chin on his shoulder so he can whisper directly into his ear.

“It seems as if you just have to trust that I love you too much to ever want to divorce you.”

“Mh, it would seem that way,” Satoru gives back, and Suguru can feel the shudder run through him. “I do, though, actually. Just so you know.”

Suguru can feel himself go soft at that.

“I do. I know,” he promises him because trust has never been an issue between them and Suguru will never allow it to be.

“So, will you require an actual prenup?” Higuruma interjects and while Suguru shakes his head, Satoru nods.

“Huh?” Suguru is confused. “What the hell do we need a prenup for? You already gave me everything out of your own free will.”

“Yeah, but if we don’t have a prenup, and you die, all of your things will belong to me again, which puts us right back at the start, except I won’t worry about dying because living without you would suck but it would still mean my family wins, and I can’t have that. So we set up a prenup that in case of divorce everything stays with you, and in case of your death everything goes to your family. Or do we need a will for that?”

“Both would cover every legal possibility,” Higuruma gives back. “If you want to be on the safe side with that.”

“Which we definitely want. How long will that take you?”

“Two days,” Higuruma thoughtfully says and Suguru sees Satoru’s face fall.

“It’ll be fine. We can go ring shopping and we need an appointment at the registry office anyway,” Suguru tries to soothe him.

“I have a friend who works there, I can call him,” Higuruma offers. “You should still sign this document today, Gojo, to be on the safe side with that. A copy of it will be sent to your family like you requested and considering everything, that should still take priority. I will set up the prenup and the will, ready to be signed in two days and I have my friend schedule an appointment at the registry office after our appointment here. And once that is done, we still need an appointment to go over all the assets and what owning them actually means for Geto. How does that sound?”

“Wrong, because I think you should start referring to me as Geto Satoru as soon as possible, to get used to it,” Satoru says, like the brat he is and Suguru almost chokes on his laugh. “Otherwise it sounds pretty good.”

“It sounds perfect,” Suguru agrees, staring at Satoru so that everyone in the room knows he’s not talking about the legal things here.

Geto Satoru does have a very nice ring to it, and he really should have done this earlier. No matter that they basically skipped all the steps in-between.

“It does,” Satoru agrees and then bats his eyes at Suguru. “You better buy me a huge ass ring, because you’re the one with all the funds now,” he says, just as he puts his signature on the document.

“You just wanted to be a trophy-wife, admit it,” Suguru jokes but the considering look on Satoru’s face gives him pause.

Satoru laughs when he notices.

“It doesn’t sound too bad, but we both know I’d be bored to death without my students, so no worries, dear husband-to-be of mine.”

“If that is all,” Higuruma interjects, clearly uncomfortable with them now but Suguru couldn’t care less.

He’s happy, he’s going to marry Satoru and they are going to be much worse than this in the future anyway.

And Suguru is perfectly alright with that prospect.

[wutheringmights]

Ask game! What is a topic Time wouldn't talk about? If it's not too spoilery of course. Thank you :DD

Getting Time to talk about anything more than five years ago is like pulling teeth. Sure, that includes his adventures and all the healing he did afterwards, but that also includes a lot of mundane moments in his adult life.

He just... he just struggles to cope with his own emotions a lot so he comes off as being a little flaky and and ruthless. He just doesn't know how to feel comfortable with his friendships and the stability in his life.

It is also impossible to talk about a future farther than a year or two. Again, he so used to loss and circumstances changing out of his control that he tries very hard to not get attached to the good things he has now. This causes a lot of friction in his marriage, but Malon was well aware of what he's like when she married him.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

In my autistic opinion, people who think that media literacy is a cure all to misunderstandings forget that a story is a two way conversation and the onus is on the storyteller to communicate in a way their reader will hear. If someone has to read your mind to understand your story, that’s poor writing.

[water-weaving]

something liberating about realizing that otherwise fully gender-conforming, fully cisgender-and-heterosexual men are considered "not real men" and gnc for *checks notes* being a human person? with a personality? feelings and thoughts even. like. okay then if NOBODY gets to be a real man i guess EVERYONE gets to be one. if they want to. no need to worry about that. the game was rigged since the start anyway 👍

[absolxguardian]

When people talk about "gendered socialization" I remember how when my brother was born, my mom got a book that if it was published now would be called something like "raising your son without toxic masculinity", but since this was the mid aughts was called something like "how to raise kind and emotionally intelligent sons". My brother received a completely different gender socialization from other boys of the same ethnicity, religion, class, and even broadly similar politics in my very town because my Mom didn't want to treat her kids differently, and was aware of what we'd now call toxic masculinity. He was never punished for showing his emotions or given more leeway when it came to roughhousing than me.

When I was a young child I thought of gender like a society mandated aesthetic and grammatical rules. That people used to say meant you needed to act a certain way, but only Bad People did that now (I was given an extremely optimistic view of how much feminism had achieved). And while my egg didn't quite crack before I was of age to receive the second stage of post-pubscent gender socialization (of which parents have less control), I had become self actualized enough to be reflective of how society worked and not care about conformity, a result of my autism and developmental precociousness. I didn't even blink when a girl told me I needed to start shaving my armpits. And my mom never told me to either. And as for my brother, given the kind of circles he orbits now, my mom reading and following that book is probably the final thread keeping him from falling completely into the manosphere.

All this is to say, this is just one example of how so many little things influence the gender socialization an individual receives, and so acting like trans people have "x socialization" rather than existing and growing up in a society with certain norms is ridiculous.

[lizhly-writes]

fascinatingly my brain is deciding to operate in the very mundane 10 years later au of my weird little cnovel where everything miraculously gets better in the marriage that wasn't supposed to happen once they have a kid, only for this peace to be utterly shattered once they have an argument about the kid that ends real fucking bad and now this married couple is behaving even worse towards each other.

reddit has done me wonders when it comes to writing about relationships! thanks, BestOfRedditorUpdates!

[wonder-worker]

"Any assessment of the emotional component of the reconciliation of [Empress Matilda and Geoffrey of Anjou] remains speculation: the chroniclers are silent on the issue of whether [they] grew to love, hate, or like each other. We do know, from their movements and actions, that Matilda and Geoffrey eventually arrived at a businesslike arrangement with a united viewpoint toward the dynastic, geopolitical goals that had dictated their marriage in the first place."

"Matilda and Geoffrey effectively transitioned from a Divide and Rule model to a Collaborative Union from 1144 onwards, in which they worked together throughout their marriage to ensure rulership over their territories and gained their rightful lands, as well as ensuring the inheritance for their children. Matilda and Geoffrey’s political partnership can effectively be argued as the most successful through applying different models of rulership. Ultimately the Plantagenets regained Matilda’s inheritance through Henry, conquered Normandy, and produced several male heirs."

Charles Beem, The Lioness Roared: The Problems of Female Rule in English History / Gabrielle Storey, Co-Rulership, Co-operation and Competition: Queenship in the Angevin Domains, 1135-1230

[weirdthoughtdive]

married errorink but literally no one knows that fact except their family and core frisk.

they got married first before they met the apple brothers so all these times, the dynamic nightmare and dream knows is the dynamic they have post-marriage. the fact that only ink can actually excessively touch error? the fact that they disappear at prolonged period of times? the fact that they're kind of civil sometimes? the fact that they're the only ones that can get each other's mindsets? all of it were already established when the twins met the two so aside from bizarre reactions, they never really questioned the already established dynamic.

it also doesn't help that error and ink often forgets that they're married outside their home in zephyrtop, so they don't slip that often or don't get affected much when the other is injured.

[significant-narratives]

'codependent teammates' this 'codependent teammates' that. i don't think that word means what you think it means.