#if her boyfriend wants to fuck

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello, I've been re-reading your Thenamesh Pokemon AU and this scenario suddenly came to my mind: five times Thena and Gil almost had spicy moments and one time they actually did.

Those almost times could be because of interruptions from Teddiursa (their cute little cub demanding their attention) or Gallade (he just did it for the lols 🤣)

Tysm!

The first time was an accident--a dream that got..heated.

Thena woke on the couch to find the room dark and the tv on. She and Gil had dozed off watching something dumb, as usual. He was sleeping, sprawled out on the L of her sectional couch (which Gallade had surrendered to them quite reluctantly).

There was a distinct ache beneath her belly--a coiling heat, a certain dampness between her legs. She bit her lip.

She couldn't remember everything, but it was definitely good. It was lips on lips, then lips other places. And hands on thighs and strong, strong arms...of course it was Gil. It wouldn't be anyone else.

Thena rubbed her thighs together, testing just how close she was. The answer was: very. She whined faintly, trying to gain friction as she rolled over onto her back. She just...she just needed to...she was almost there...

"You okay?"

Thena's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Her skin flushed as hot as a Torkoal shell as she stared up at the ceiling. "Hm?"

Gil sat up on his couch cushion, blinking at her blearily. "You sounded like you were having a bad dream. Are you okay?"

Oh Gil. Sweet, sweet Gil; Thena sighed, "yeah, I...I'm okay."

Gil shimmied on the couch, not bothering to get up as he moved closer to her until her head was nestled against his chest. He sorted her hair out for her, "there."

"Hm," she squeaked out, still mortified at almost being caught. Worst of all, Gil was back to snoozing, closer than he was before, and she still hadn't managed to come.

The second time, they were at home after a date.

They were just watching tv at first, trading small talk, some flirts, the occasional kiss. And the kissing evolved into making out quite naturally.

"Gil," Thena breathed in the brief window during which their lips parted. Her hands were looped lazily around the back of his neck with her in his lap.

"Thena," he moaned in return, his hands sneaking up the back of her shirt and walking their way up to the clasp of her bra. They were almost there when they both froze, heads turning out of pure instinct.

"Ted," a round head peeked around the stairs to the attic loft, with big, watery eyes and a little pout.

They had moved Teddiursa into the attic with Gallade since he was old enough not to have to sleep in Thena's room anymore. But the little bear hadn't acclimated to being directly under the roof overnight.

Thena gave Gil a remorseful smile before dismounting him and holding her arms out for their little cub. "It's okay, baby, come here."

Teddiursa walked over to them, its paws clasped in front of its belly in a display of shyness, or maybe embarrassment. It wasn't enough to keep it from reaching up for Thena to pick it up, though.

"Is the wind too loud?" she whispered, smoothing over his fur. He nodded, and she kissed his crescent moon. "Do you want to stay down here for a little bit?"

Gil chuckled as the little cub happily snuggled into Thena's embrace at the extended invitation. He didn't mind if it was for their little bear.

The third time it was Gallade, and Gil minded it a little more, that time.

They were just getting in from a night of walking along the beach, looking at the stars, talking about old constellation myths. They had even used an air taxi instead of flying with Dragonite so they didn't have any pokemon witnessing their canoodling.

They stumbled into the house, lips sealed together, tongues tangling. Gil's hands were on Thena's waist, rustling the material of her fancy dress. Her hands were under his jacket and running over his chest as if she were patting him down for a search of contraband.

Gil was past trying to create a super romantic atmosphere. He had tried it before, and evidently their lives just didn't have the time for it. He had to prioritise what was important, and - as was always the case with him - that was Thena. And he wanted more of her.

"Gil," she moaned as he hoisted her up on the kitchen counter, still kissing her. The new angle was fun and interesting, though--kind of sexy.

His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her there as he started to kiss her neck. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going with things, but they were going to end with Thena's pleasure, or it would kill him.

"Gallade!"

Or her pokemon would, apparently.

The fighting type stomped down the stairs from the attic, where he was having to spend more and more time since Gil and Thena had started actually dating. He pointed a finger(?) at Gil with a glare, "Gal!"

"Okay, okay," Gil held up his hands, showing that whatever he had been doing to Gallade's trainer - his own girlfriend! - was no longer happening.

Thena turned to look at her partner pokemon as it was complaining that they prepared food on that counter. She glared, "you have three seconds to get back upstairs before I box you--one!"

Gallade practically extremespeeded up the stairs and away from his trainer's threat to toss him into a PC for the night.

The fourth time really was an accident.

They really thought they were alone, though! They had been stargazing at the very top of the mountain, above even the highest of caverns. It was basically only accessible with ice types, or the sturdiest of flying pokemon.

Or, if you were a pokemon ranger who could convince any passing Abomasnow to give you a ride.

They were snuggled up all cozy. Hot cocoa and poffins and everything, just them and the open sky. Gil had pulled a blanket over them as they laid back to trade theories about Lunala and Solgaleo. But he would argue that it was Thena who got a little closer than cuddly. They were under the thick knit blanket, sharing a sleeping bag--it happened pretty naturally.

Gil groaned as Thena's thigh moved between his, travelling carefully until she brushed against something very sensitive and he let out a positively desperate sounding moan.

Thena kissed his cheek in appreciation of the sound, then his jaw, then under it and down his neck. Her hand was sneaking into his sweatpants when the ground shook.

He held her as the earth trembled until a herd of Gible emerged. They had clearly gotten lost in their burrowing, immediately all panicking as the ice and snow hit their sensitive skin.

Gil didn't even have time to feel embarrassed at being caught in the act. He immediately shifted into Ranger mode, telling the little dragon types that they were too high up, that the snow was bad for their nervous systems, that digging was done best downward, etc.

The fifth time was a final straw for both of them.

Gil had spent the night, although there was a Teddiursa in between them, too scared to sleep in his own bed with a thunderstorm rattling the rafters directly above his head. Which Gil didn't mind, because who could be mad at that cute little face?

But come the morning, he did sneak the little cub back upstairs and into his own bed. He had a little time before his shift--just a little.

Thena inhaled, moving over to him again as soon as he pulled the covers up. "You put him down again?"

"Yep, he's out like a light," Gil chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and not hesitating to pulling her into a kiss.

"Hm," Thena purred against him, "you have work."

"Not yet," he rumbled, his voice deeper and rougher after a night's sleep. He rolled them over, kissing Thena's neck and using his easy access to her breasts to his full advantage.

"Gil," Thena gasped as he teased her over the silk of her nightgown. He had asked if she had always worn such sexy things to bed, to which she said yes. He was pretty sure she was lying, but he couldn't really prove it.

He was just about to kiss down further when his watch beeped at him. "Fuck!"

Thena laughed as he pressed his frustration into her belly with a groan. She attempted to reach it for him on the opposite night stand. He wrapped around her tighter, but she laughed. "Gil, it's probably Dragonite."

"He's a big boy, he can fly to work by himself."

Thena ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. "That's not very rangerly of you, Gilgamesh."

The full name; he sighed, "fine. But when I get back-"

Thena's eyes fluttered as he shot up and kissed her so hard her knees went soft (and they were sitting down).

"You're mine."

He meant it too. As soon as he was off shift, he had one thought only: Thena. He flew straight to her house after work, even seeing her and all her pokemon outside to enjoy the spring air. He practically leapt off Dragonite's back and marched right over to them.

Teddiursa watched him walk past the pokemon, himself included. He looked up at Dragnoite, "Ursa?"

"All of you!" Gil barked as he didn't even break his stride to swoop in and toss Thena over his shoulder, "go for a walk!"

"Gil!" Thena laughed, although she yelped as she got a smack on the backside in reply.

Teddiursa was confused greatly by his parents/trainers' strange behaviour. He blinked as he was picked up by Gallade as they all started to, as instructed, go for a walk. "Ted?"

"Gallade," it sighed, urging him not to ask any questions.

Gil kicked the door shut behind him, marching directly into Thena's room, shedding what clothes he could on the way. He tossed them both onto her bed finally, helping her out of her clothes with the same vigour.

"You're awfully eager," Thena teased him, although she did help him wiggle her out of her jeans and pull her sweater over her head.

"I am not getting interrupted again," he growled, already riled up and frustrated at just the thought. "I have been looking forward to this all day."

Thena laughed again, although the breath died in her throat as he did away with her bra in one smooth move, tossing it away with no further need. "Gil!"

"What did I say this morning?" he pulled back just enough to look at her with darkened eyes, his hands already having taken the place of her discarded bra.

"That," she gulped, her thighs pressing together as he laid her back against her pillows and leaned over her to kiss her. She gasped as he pressed his knee between her legs, "I'm yours?"

Gil left a wide, open mouthed kiss on her pulse, making her arch her back against him. He pressed his hips into hers, pinning her to the bed. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," Thena moaned as Gil rolled his hips, letting her feel how hard he was. She had seen Gil in this very assertive mood before, but she had never been on the receiving end of it. And it was working for her.

"Again," he whispered between her breasts before running the flat of his tongue over her nipples and down. He ran his tongue over her navel and down until he could pull her panties down with his teeth.

"Yours," Thena just barely managed to get out as Gil settled himself between her legs. She was ready--she was so ready.

"Good girl."

Thena slapped her hand over her mouth--a force of habit as Gil teased her folds with his tongue. She writhed and wriggled against him, but he parted with her all too soon.

Gil crawled back up to her, his shoulder muscles moving in a way that made Thena feel particularly unhinged. He planted himself face to face with her, "you want this?"

Thena nodded, her words stuck in her throat. Her eyes bounced down.

"You want," Gil took himself in hand, still staring into her eyes, "this?"

Thena whined a little, and didn't feel embarrassed for it (at this very second. "Yes--baby, please."

Gil kissed her as he pushed in, both of them groaning in unison. They had been wanting this. They had been wanting this since before all the times they got interrupted, before the trip to Paldea, maybe even before that first accidental kiss.

"Gil," Thena moaned as he moved feverishly right from the start. Her hips moved with him, just as eager, and just as driven by desire. "Arceus, yes, there--right there!"

Gil held Thena close, both of them moving clumsily and feverishly in their close quarters. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust into her, but he liked it.

Thena moaned higher and louder as their skin slapped together, growing closer and closer. Gil latched onto her neck, definitely leaving a mark she would have to cover up or risk having to make an excuse for to their pokemon. But she liked it. She ran a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, "fuck me."

Gil pulled her closer by the thighs, pushing himself deeper. His hand slid up the front of her, scraping his calloused hand over her little pearl of nerves before settling it bellow her belly as he came.

Thena let a scream tear free from her as she followed him, throwing her head back and shaking as both their bodies writhed and grinded together, drawing out every possible drop of pleasure from one another.

Gil rolled to his side, careful not to crush Thena under the weight of him. He panted for breath, a sheen of sweat over his skin as he stared up at her ceiling. He took a few more breaths before looking over at her. She was so beautiful. "Hey."

"Hey," she opened her eyes just to smile at him, bright and dazzling and awfully cute. She was also breathless and practically giggling with elation. "That certainly made you throwing me over your shoulder worth it."

"Oh," he chuckled, blushing now that he remembered just what had happened maybe fifteen minutes ago(?). "Uh, sorry."

Thena shook her head though, leaning forward to kiss him. "I have absolutely no complaints with the results."

Gil moaned against her lips, pulling her closer again. "Think they're still out for that walk?"

"Probably," Thena mumbled between increasingly deeper kisses.

Gil grinned, rolling them over onto his back this time. He gripped her hips liberally, this time, looking up at her in all her glory, "we have time."

[phantomrose96]

The realest part of the Barbie Movie was when Barbie was like "okay but what if this hurts his feelings? what if this makes him sad? :(" after Ken stole her house, stole her car, and stole her agency, because as a woman you still have to second guess everything you do on the assessment of whether it might hurt a man's feelings.

And then that apprehension was proven right one million times over by the entire Conservative Internet Manosphere pissing and shitting and screaming themselves hoarse over Barbie daring to hurt a man's feelings.

[bearsandswears]

Revisiting the conversation you can have with Gale about Halsin’s proposition. I think it should be worse.

[inkskinned]

am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.

you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?

okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.

but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.

i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.

and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?

[angy-grrr]

spoilers for chapter 429

idk if you guys remember but ochako does have parallels with All Might, specifically as the side who saves. It’s not that he feels the same for them both or something like that, they serve to represent the type of heroism he naturally goes to; his friend is not his love interest, from his perspective she’s out there having a crisis over not being able to save her, and Izuku reminds her that she is a hero bc she is his hero -she saved him multiple times, and she should be able to feel like a proper hero.

This conversation is not about the nature of their relationship, is about heroism; Izuku relates to a conflict between being a hero who saves and failing to save someone, and doesn’t want to see Ochako ending spiraling because she couldn’t also fulfill that role as expected. She’s his hero not because he loves her romantically -he’s a nerd I’m sure he would be way more nervous and blushing if he was confessing anything he thought was romantic- but because she’s able to go and do what All Might does to Izuku, save him physically and emotionally.

He knows she hides her feelings in order to not be a burden, yet he doesn’t talk about his own feelings outside of his guilt in heroics -what does he feel about losing OFA? About his own failures? About the people he personally lost? He can’t talk for others and claim Ochako is everyone’s hero, but he can speak for himself, and that’s his personal perspective -she is a hero to him, she’s his hero. And then the class appears to make sure she’s able to get support and understand she’s not alone, and she’s important to them too.

but Izuku doesn’t get support. Izuku cries a little and talks a little about himself, but he doesn’t get supported. If this was meant to be romantic, I don’t understand why he would hold back what’s inside of him.

the end of the chapter reveals that boy is going to be helped by that woman who regretfully ignored Tenko, and they both witness it and are happy about it while hearing izuku inspired that change, and iida wonders what’s up with them -this is the conclusion to their relationship. In their hearts these two are saviors who struggle to be heroes who save others, and they are happy there are appearing more people who want to be heroes like them. Heroes who save. Save like All Might.

That grandma for example, interpreting the narrative as what I think is intended, would be that boy’s All Might; she’s his hero.

Izuku and Ochako are heroes who save, and Deku is here to remind her at least she did save him many times, that she is still a hero because she is his hero. I don’t believe is meant to be interpreted as romantic, not that Izuku sees that phrase as it neither -after all, he said he does want to be like All Might and feels good to imitate him, but he doesn’t love him.

Ochako’s All Might hair moment, the parallels with Toshinori telling him he can be a hero, the trying to save from black suffocating quirks, the we can do it and do your best…

Do I need to remind you heroes arent a romantic thing for Izuku Midoriya?

[nouverx]

My own take on Meryl's timeskip design for season 2 (⌒▽⌒)☆

[teddybeartoji]

o wait before i start posting any pics.. i was thinking that maybe.. you guys could help me liquify this gender some more by switching up what you call me.... DON'T GET ME WRONG I LOVE . LOVE LOVE LOVE WHEN YOU USE HE/HIM AND JUST OVERALL LIKE MORE MASC STUFF THAT'S SOOO MMMMMMMMMSO FUCKING GOOD like i don't get to feel that irl at all so it really does make me so happy but i've just been thinking abt TRYING to switch it up more yk? does this even make sense...... . hhhh anyway i might won't even like it and i'll want to just go back to hehim but i wanna try... JUST TO SWITCH IT UP.

[tommystummy]

I have a headcanon that Eddie waited 20 minutes and then called Tommy to apologize for “ruining their date” and encourages Tommy to give Buck a second chance.

[jonathanbyersphd]

I know we all want an og monster hunting trio revival in s5 but consider the following instead:

It's giving The boys are back in town, the boys of summer, The boys are back. A little mansplain, manipulate, malewife. Very much introducing your new bestie to the one that got away and them hitting it off.

[sleepinglionhearts]

Love when people come in with exotic animals and then get upset about other people coming over to interact with them and their exotic animals. Like. Ma'am. You are wandering around a bookstore in Central Texas with a BABY KANGAROO IN YOUR BAG. PEOPLE ARE GOING TO ASK YOU QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR NON-NATIVE SPECIES ANIMAL THAT YOU ARE CARRYING WITH YOU. IN PUBLIC.

[ladymariayuri]

Today i found out one of my coworkers who is 20 has 3 kids. GIRL YOU SHOULD BE AT THE CLUB IM SO FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW

[quietwingsinthesky]

people are saying he « led her on » because he did. the fact that he kissed her in the first episode set the tone for the rest of the season and if you can’t perceive the flirting I’m sorry but how?? he didn’t make anything clear he sent the craziest mixed signals in the world. there’s nothing revolutionary about claiming that Martha was being pushy toward someone who was clearly not interested it’s 1) weird to claim in what it suggests about her 2) factually not true.

I wasn’t gonna respond to this at first because the top half of this ask is pretty much just individual interpretation and I don’t really care about it. Like, no, to me, the Doctor doesn’t seem especially flirty towards Martha. He’s just sort of Like That. That’s his damage, you know, Mr. I need to traumadump on anyone who tolerates being around me for more than five minutes. Mr. If I don’t develop an intensely codependent emotional bond with the companion I have currently I’ll die. It doesn’t read to me as him trying to lead her on because that bit’s honest, and he does it with damn near every companion he’s ever had.

And if nothing else, because we do see Ten when he tries to flirt intentionally and he’s a fuckin dork about it. Kind of guy who looked up romance in the dictionary and took notes. Kinda guy who draws diagrams to maximize kissing potential. It would have been obvious even to me (<- romance-blind as all fuck) if he was flirting with Martha on purpose because he’s not smooth at all; he flirts like he’s gotten lines in a play and he’s super excited to be the main star.

But anyway, as I was saying, that’s just how I see it. And if you see it different, no skin off my back, I just disagree.

But I take umbrage with you putting words in my mouth. I never said Martha was pushy towards him. Because yeah, she’s not. If I implied that she was, then it was a result of poor phrasing on my part. Martha’s not at fault for what she feels, for wanting there to come something of it. No more at fault than the Doctor is for not returning those feelings. It’s a bit weird that you’re assuming that I think one of them has to be the bad guy here when that was the opposite of what I was saying. My point was: When it comes to their romantic subtext of their relationship, it’s weird to pretend like either of them are to blame for them not being in a relationship at the end of s3, and even weirder to assert that as part of why Martha supposedly wouldn’t like the Doctor afterwards when they’re. friends. they continue to be friends into s4.

Martha’s not pushy. She has a crush on her friend. It happens. He doesn’t return it. This also happens. Both of these facts are pushed to the extreme because he’s a time-traveling alien with poor emotional skills and she’s put herself in the position of needing to help him from minute one of meeting each other. That’s why it’s fun to watch, because the Doctor is both so open and so unavailable in turns, because Martha’s feelings for him grow and change as she knows more about her Doctor until she decides to step back.

I don’t know, man. You seem to be coming at this as if one of them has to be The Problem™️. I don’t think either of them is, not so definitively. I think boiling their relationship down to that is reductive and an insult to the way they both grow over s3, to Martha’s choice to continue to be his friend while also establishing her own boundaries, to the fact that the Doctor is able to let her go without immediately trying to kill himself afterwards when she’s not there to catch him.

[winepresswrath]

Armand's simpering little "and I never have" has taken on new dimensions for me. Technicality king and also I think very in keeping with his whole malign fairy creature deal. You can tell him not to hurt the bae, but you should really specify what "hurt" entails. Is chopping someone's hands off really hurting them? If they have annoyed you very much I mean.

-questions Armand might pose to Lestat that inspire him to leave the country

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

The whole discourse about the privacy/secrecy/support thing has been sitting with me for a few days (I mean other than it always does to a certain degree) thanks to all the excellent discussion happening and I know I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said a million times before, but I think what we're seeing and what we're going to learn (e.g. from TTPD) is that it wasn't just the support issue, but how it was shown/handled.

We've all gone out of our way to show that introversion =/= lack of support. Someone can be shy, reserved, etc. and still show up for their partner, whether in public or at home. To chalk any of the differences up to the clash between introversion and extroversion is unfair to folks who count themselves among either tbh.

@thisisctrying said something the other day that hit the nail on the head about how if that support had been offered in private, there very well may not have been a Joever to begin with, or at least not at this point in time. (Sorry for loosely paraphrasing, and for namedropping you! Long time listener, first time poster.)

If this were a case where the "shy" partner said, "I am really uncomfortable with the spotlight personally and do not want to court it, but I will support you in your ambitions and offer you whatever you need to make them happen and make the glare bearable," I suspect that would have gone a long way to making Taylor feel seen and comfortable in pursuing her goals in the way that she now has. Again, that might have been more akin to the balance that seemed to have been struck around 2019 from what we can see, but even speaking in a general sense, there are lots of couples out there, celebrity or not, that have similar approaches where there are highly driven people and busy careers involved.

(A famous example being Dolly Parton's marriage. Tbh I know next to nothing about her and Carl, but she's always heralded as an example in this regard, because her husband is famously uncomfortable with the spotlight and hasn't accompanied her to public events in decades, but she's said that she never minded that because that was always work to her, and what was important was that he supported her in pursuing all her career goals and basically ensured she had a place to call home to return to at the end of the day.)

We're kind of in a brave new world with her current relationship because it felt like, at least at the start, we were maybe watching her figure out her boundaries in real time as to what she was comfortable with or not and adjust accordingly. Like so many have said, I fully believe the extreme privacy thing was initially driven by herself and her experiences in 2016, and she needed that quiet time to recover from all of the things and figure out how to exist in the world again.

Stating the obvious, it seemed like eventually privacy was equated with secrecy, turning the relationship and the celebrity into the elephant in the room and something to never be spoken of to the outside world. People are free to choose whatever works best for themselves and their relationships, and for some the separate public lives might work, but the “kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath” theme is all over her work and it’s clear that it’s a sore spot for her, because she’s been made to feel shame just for the life she leads so many times in the past.

What I’m trying to say is that it’s pretty obvious something Not Great was happening behind the scenes, which didn’t just amount to “she wanted to be a public celebrity and he wanted to be a private hermit.” (Also, in case anyone forgot, this is a person who also chose a public-facing career who also has to engage in press for it, but I digress.) As her career reached new heights post-folklore, if she had the support at home to do all the things without judgment and with encouragement, and in turn offer the same support to her partner, she may have very well lived just fine with that, not unlike Dolly Parton’s case.

By reading between the lines in all the press since, as well as comments on tour and general ~vibes~ with TTPD teasers, it seems like one of the issues was that that was likely not the case. There was all the stuff that we saw — the reticence to acknowledge each other in the media (particularly on one side), the lack of public support even at events at which they were both in attendance for their respective jobs, the great lengths they went to not to be photographed together at events they attended yet no problem taking pictures with other friends and coworkers, the jobs that separated them, the withdrawing from the public even for work accomplishments, etc. Which could all be manageable if a couple chooses to do so together and are not inherently a sign of trouble in themselves.

But what we’re seeing now I think is a reflection of the things we weren’t seeing then, and it seems to indicate some very deep hurt. (I know, call me Captain Obvious.) And like so many have been saying, it feels likely that that part of that hurt is rooted in that very lack of private support where a person would expect it from their partner. Obviously as a Taylor fan blog I’m going to be more inclined to understand her side of a story, but tbh, it’s also because… this is sooooooo common, and something I’ve experienced in my friend group. (@taylortruther is right when she says most breakups are the same one way or another lol.)

One partner is resentful of the other’s success, or resentful that the other’s priorities begin to evolve as new experiences unlock new goals, or feels the other’s ambitions are not worthy of pursuit, and coupled with perhaps their own struggles in the same domain, it’s easy to see where that can chip away at the other partner’s morale and faith in the relationship. I know I’m just speculating here, but I also don’t think it’s totally unfounded. (Again, because a) I’m picking up what she’s putting down and b) it happens to sooooooo many women even among us dull normals.)

With all the pointed mentions about how much Taylor feels supported in her current relationship and how she in turn loves to offer the same show of support to not only her partner but other loved ones, how she’s stepped out more in the last year to a whole host of events, how she’s mentioned feeling like she locked herself away for years and she’s just proud of her partner and happy she can show up for him even if the chaos around it is unsettling, it paints a picture of what perhaps was happening before last year.

To feel like you’re all alone in carrying the weight of the relationship (or burden of it), of twisting yourself into knots to accommodate the other person’s boundaries (or insecurities) but not feeling reciprocity for your own has to be so painful. (The idea that it may have been even darker and to have a partner not only be unreceptive to your own needs but even perhaps resentful/dismissive/belittling of them is even more painful to think of. I guess we’ll find out when TTPD comes out if that was the case, too.)

At a certain point, that lack of acknowledgement will force your hand to be able to reclaim yourself. And it feels like the further removed Taylor in particular is from it, the more she moves from being sad about the life she felt she gave up by leaving, to angry at the life she felt she was giving up by staying. Especially being in a relationship now where it seems like everything comes much easier, where she can be open about the person she’s with and show up for them, all the stuff that seemed as challenging as climbing Mount Everest in her past is nothing more than a molehill at best in her current life.

TL;DR: I don’t think it’s privacy that inherently spells doom for a celebrity relationship like this; it’s the mutual support and respect that does. If Taylor had felt that in the later years of her previous relationship, I think we could be seeing a different, though not necessarily unfulfilled, person right now in 2024, who’d be happy on tour but whose personal life would look a little different. But it seems like by losing that support she lost parts of herself, and we’ve seen her reclaim that in spades in the last year, and perhaps to degrees she didn’t even realize she could from before all the Bad Stuff started happening in her young adulthood.

I know this was extremely long-winded and unnecessary, especially about total strangers we only know through scraps fed through the media, but I just always bristle at this idea that issues like these boil down to “personality differences,” as though one person wants to live in a city and the other on a remote island, or some shit like that. The whole support (and gender tbh) issue is one that’s just very close to my heart because again, I have seen it play out with so many of my friends in long term relationships and marriages and I just think people in relationships (and women in particular in some circles) deserve better than to feel like they’re being, well, tolerated.

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oomfies my football team plays today to determine who moves on to the semi finals can everyone get together n hold hands… they haven’t won the league since 2017 n last year they embarrassed themselves in the final so bad it was like a nationwide failure that i’m never getting over in my life but U🫵 can make a difference 1 like = 1 prayer

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