#iron mandie

[paranoidinspanish]

Mother’s Day isn’t usually this hard for me. I wish I had someone I could physically talk to about this but I don’t.

My mom was undiagnosed bipolar 2 when I was growing up. For as long as I’ve known she wasn’t doing well, she’s been taking medication. This past year, she was put on a new medication that had a rare side effect and caused her loss of use of her hands and legs.

She’s always treated me like her mother and care taker and not like her daughter. This rare side effect was so hard for her and I to deal with. On the one hand, I love my mother. I love her so so much and I hate that this happened to her. On the other, how am I supposed to not fall backwards into this caretaker role she’s boxed me into?

I’ve taken care of her and I’ve been taking care of her. She has shut out every person that isn’t me or my father in her life and now she’s upset that I have work and a life and friends when she doesn’t.

Most of yesterday was spent reassuring her that I love her and I’m not going to abandon her. I’m exhausted from crying and having the same realization over and over again that I do not have an actual mother. I’ve known this for so long and I can’t understand why my heart feels like it’s so broken. I’m so so tired of crying and feeling so guilty.

[dailyflicks]

LILY JAMES as Pam Adkisson in THE IRON CLAW (2023)

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[lovekenney]

I feel like everyone likes Mandy and I just don’t (I sound like a pick me send help) cause like you guys know what she did!! I just idk. I will always just sit in silence when people talk about how much they love her.

[grandmaskisses]

mandy sticker i made earlier this summer also (the irl version is holo :))

[serendertothesquad]

Wow...I seriously never posted this??? Man I thought I did, how bizarre.

Anyway I drafted up lore dumps for both Peaches and Mandy, for my Odd Squad x MLP crossover series The Adventures of Peaches and Mandy (abbreviated as TAoPaM). Working on other lore dumps for other characters as well, but these two are my pride-n-joy OCs and I love them to bits.

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I really wish some of the actresses who have voiced Disney Princesses would stop comparing their princess to the previous ones and claim how she was the "first" one to have *gasp* independence and strength *gasp*. Have they ever watched a Disney movie outside of their own?

[smolfangirl]

Fusible interfacing is of the devil, actually

[finniestoncrane]

If we're talking about favourite old men, Alfred Molina is the one that got me on the old man train and he's old enough to be my grandfather

(I think he's 69 👀 nice)

look if someone has greying and wrinkles around their eyes i am fuckin on it and i always have been but alfred molina has EVERYTHING (also ehehe 69 nice)

also robert de niro, that man is only getting better and i won't hear otherwise

speaking of old men though i am going to see violent night in the cinema with my husband and his friends and i'm genuinely worried about trying to remain calm at the notion of santa being hot??? help

[the-tony-stark]

I have more money than Mr. Wayne over there.

And Peter would do that, I’m so sure.

[pcetstcrtured]

@famefckr liked for a starter!

"well, i was looking for mickey, but i guess you'll do." ian says once the door to the milkovich home opens to reveal the girl before him. however, the grin on his face and the teasing in his tone shows it's obvious he's joking. he pushes his way past her, playfully nudging her shoulder with his own, feeling comfortable enough to make his way in with the knowledge that terry isn't around. "sup?" he asks, turning to face her once more.

[fl4shfl00d]

[senorboombastic]

This One Song… Mandy, Indiana on 2 Stripe

Tell you what – we love hearing from artists when things go right. We equally love hearing from artists when things go dreadfully wrong. A song that was a piece of piss, written in 20 minutes? Or years in the making and a bastard to write? Whether it’s a song that came together through great duress or one that was smashed out in a short amount of time, we’re getting the lowdown from some of our…

[vint-knight]

I love how Hephaestus and Apollo kinda just don't care, like sure there would be some reason to be pissed like for Apollo, Odysseus sacking Troy and for Hephaestus, it would be like Ody taking Achilles's armour that he specifically forged for Achilles, but then it would require longer context for Troy and stuff, I love that most of it was talking about the Sirens and trust, the voices for them were great as well, Jorge's dad playing Hephaestus is quite ironic since his dad actually builds stuff, idk much about and then there's Brandon Mandis as Apollo, who played quite well and had a very pretty voice, while also having bits of nonchalant energy to it

[storm-angel989]

I thought of another cute request! Val’s wife and the other vees reactions to Val having a migraine and still trying to go to work

Hi Friend,

Love this request! Think OTO Val’s wife and storyline. We’ll call this OTO fluff. 

<3 Mandy

I wonder if my wife knows that the lights make noise?

A sharp hum, a buzz most can tune out- myself included, most days. Unfortunately, as I laid in bed the sharp pangs pulsing through my brain made it more than clear today wasn’t one of those days. 

I shut my eyes tighter and tried to review the days schedule in between pangs of pain. Two new models, six contracts, four shoots and Angel Dust…Angel Dust was owed his dues. Even if my saint of a wife tried to take my place in the studio for the day, as she had done successfully in the past, she couldn’t. This was my contract, and I needed to fulfill the terms personally. 

I heard the shower turn off and tried to hide the pain as I forced myself to sit up. Five minutes. I had five minutes at most to pull myself together before she walked out of that bathroom, took one look at my face and the back to beg argument would begin. I had to divert the best I could. 

Painstakingly, I pulled myself out of bed and slid on my glasses. I quickly grabbed my clothes from where she had laid my outfit out the night before and dressed as quickly as I could. I made my way over to the bathroom door. Three sharp, painful knocks before I spoke.  

“Baby? There is an emergency in the studio.  I have to go right to work. I’m sorry, mi amore. Breakfast will have to wait.”

Without waiting for a response, I hustled out the door and made my way down to my studio. As with every other due date, Angel Dust was sprawled out on the stage, eager to receive payment. 

“Aw, Daddy,” he purred as I stepped onto the platform. His arms wrapped around my neck. “What do you say we have a little fun this time, eah?”

I tensed up. Ignoring the aching in my head, I pushed him onto the bed in one fell swoop.

“Oh yes, Daddy,” he moaned greedily. “I’ve been a naughty, naughty boy, I…”

“Shut. Up.” I growled as I pressed my lips to the base of his throat. “Your contract doesn’t say a fucking thing about you enjoying the process.” 

Three minutes later I stood up and strode across the stage,  leaving Angel behind in a haze of high and pain. I didn’t like what our contract demanded, but we were bound by it either way. At least I could abate my anger by making sure the drugs came with a miz of pain and pleasure. My hope was that someday, somehow the pain would overtake the pleasure and he would beg for an out. 

As if I would be so lucky.

I slammed the door of my office shut, hit the light switch and in the dark, barely made it to the garbage can beside my desk before emptying my stomach of its contents. The act of payment started making me nauseous the day I met my reader, but combined with the pulsing pain in my head, it was unbearable. Gone was the thought of making it through the day- hell, I wasn’t sure I’d make it back upstairs. I picked up my phone and squinting, I hit the speed dial for my Vox. 

“Vox, I’m..fuck, can you grab my migraine medication from the nurse and bring it to my office?” 

The buzz of a dial tone was his only response. I put my head down on my desk and in minutes, the door creaked open, letting in a silver of light. I let out a groan and covered my closed eyes with my free hand. 

“I find it incredibly ironic that a moth demons gets migraines, arn’t you supposed to be attracted to light?” Vox’s voice floated through the darkness.

“Quit teasing him,” another voice snapped. “Val, love, cover your eyes.” 

I held back a groan. “Vox, I called you. Honey, you need to be…”

“Checking up on my husband, who clearly can’t take care of himself,” Reader said softly,  

I felt her hand against his forehead, and her cool hand  slipped under mine and over eyes. Inadvertently, I leaned into the comfort her palm offered and let out a soft moan of relief. 

“Vox is gonna turn the light on. You’re going to slowly open your eyes, stand up and we’ll get you upstairs,” Reader continued. 

“I need my…” I began. 

“The studio is empty and Vox has your medication. Now shut up and do what I say,” she interrupted sharply. 

I heard Vox chuckle and I closed my eyes as tightly as I could.  Even under the protection of my wife’s hand, the light that slipped through stung my head like a thousand yellowjackets. 

“She’s pretty feisty when she wants to be, eah, Val? Lights on.” Vox said lightly. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” 

I barely remembered making it back to my bedroom. The sharp pinch of an IV needle, an ice pack and several hours later, the pounding slowly began to fade. Softly, I mentioned to my wife the relief I finally felt. 

“You’re a fool for going into work today, you hear me? A fool. Even my father, the toughest of the commanding angels….” 

I leaned up and cut her off with a kiss. She stopped scolding instantly and leaned into me. 

“Bebita. I love you,” I said softly.

She rolled her eyes but kissed my forehead. “I love your stubborn ass too. Next time, make a better decision.”