#oh and tommy hasn’t had sex in at least the last five years

[ohithankyou]

thinking about a very recently-out (as in that very day), 45 year old tommy whose marriage of 17 years just imploded, drinking his sorrows away at a local la bar on the same night as young college-senior evan buckley celebrates his 21st birthday with his friends.

buck walks up to the bar to order another round of shots for his table when he sees a wrecked and disheveled (but somehow still angelic) tommy sitting there with his glistening greys and the most beautiful nose buck has ever seen. he’s finishing his third glass of draft beer, about to order a fourth, when buck interrupts with, “let me.” tommy caught off-guard, gives him a quick scan up and down, and asks (tired and stand-offish), “are you even old enough, kid?”. buck (cheeky and excited) responds, “actually it’s my birthday. i-i turned 21 today. about an hour and 13 minutes ago if uh-if we’re being technical.”

tommy takes the last sip of his beer and replies (dry but friendlier now) “well. then shouldn’t i be the one to buy you the drink?” to which buck negotiates (eyelashes fluttering, smile beaming): “o-okay. how about you buy me a drink and i-i listen to you talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you?” tommy tells buck that won’t be necessary because he’s fine. but, buck looks at him with his adorable and disbelieving baby blues and says, “first. you’re not a very good liar. and second. it’s my birthday, remember. you’re not gonna say no to me on my 21st birthday, are you?” and well. tommy doesn’t.

[shawnmendesprefs]

Game on, Mendes (s.m)

Author’s Note: Hiya, this is my first time writing for Shawn and not 5SOS lol so hopefully its not trash and this turns into the first part of many for this little concept. We are happy to take requests on this account or over on 5sauceprefs so don’t be shy ;) Hope you love it! xxx

Summary: you wake up naked in an unfamiliar hotel room, only to realise that you and Shawn have just started a game that you were both set on winning.  

Word Count: 1.7k

You opened your eyes to the sun beaming in through your hotel window, your head was pounding and the little alarm clock on the bedside table was telling me that it was only 7am. Why were you even awake?

Sighing in frustration, you yanked the big comfy blanket further up your naked body and shut your eyes to try and go back to sleep.

Wait. Why were you naked?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

There are only two possibilities here. One, you got so drunk that you couldn’t be bothered to get changed in to your pyjamas. Which may or may not have happened before. Or two, there is someone else next to you in the bed and you did the naughty. Which, again, may or may not have happened before. Although, if it is one of the two, hopefully its possibility one.

You felt your heart beat start to get faster as you slowly rolled over in the bed, your eyes still closed because you were way too scared to actually look. What if you open your eyes and there is actually someone there? Not to mention how literally screwed you would be if paparazzi caught you and mystery dude together, leaving the after party or even entering the hotel lobby. Everyone knows that if any girl and guy is seen together, they’re automatically a thing so, you know. Your manager would 100% hang you by the ears off a clothes line if you were ever spotted deviating away from your perfect image to the public. 

After your internal mental breakdown, you must have stayed as still as you possibly could for what felt like at least 10 minutes before you finally got the courage to quickly open your eyes and reveal the truth of your naked body.

Oh. my. god.

You had done it again. You must have gotten so drunk that you don’t even remember any of the events from the previous night. Well, not much after presenting an award at the EMAS to Shawn Mendes, the absolute dream boat, and then leaving to attend Post Malone’s after party anyway.

I mean, it’s not really your fault that all your favourite people were there and that the cocktails were literally on tap. Strawberry Mojitos, tequila shots, you name it really.  Turns out though, that you probably should have toned it down a bit.

There was someone else in the bed.

You couldn’t see much of him except for his dark brown curls and his toned back as he was facing away from you. Your cheeks started to get hot as you realised that you probably had sloppy drunk sex with whoever this mystery guy is. Screaming.

Moving as slow as you could, again, in hopes that you didn’t disturb this guy’s sleep, you sat up so that you could peak over and hopefully recognise his face. His hair was kind of longer on top, his jawline was so sharp it could probably cut you and he was super-hot even when he was fast asleep. 

As you moved your face a little closer to his, for whatever reason you deemed appropriate in the moment, you accidentally screamed when his eyes shot open and stared back into yours. Yes, screamed. High-pitched, may have just seen a ghost, screamed.

It was Shawn fucking Mendes. You couldn’t help but mentally high five yourself, you go girl.

Without even thinking, you rolled out of bed and started to pull back on your dress from last night. In the process, you had realised that this was not your hotel room but probably Shawn’s as there was a big black suit case with clothes sprawled everywhere in the corner of the room. Your suitcase was white and your room was SO much messier than this. You’re both totally staying in the same hotel though, thank god because now doing the walk of shame wouldn't be so shameful after all – as long as no one spotted you.

Next to your phone on my nightstand was your clutch and your room key, so you quickly swept them up and made a bee line straight for the door, but of course, the stupid thing had a lock on it.

Fiddling with the turn-style look, you went to yank the door open only to have it slammed shut from behind you.

You turned to see Shawn who was trapping you between him and the door, his hand pressed against the door behind you.

He had a very amused look in his eyes and a stupidly attractive smirk on his face.

You had to remember to close my mouth to stop myself from drooling over his naked torso, his bottom half only covered by a pair of white Calvin Klein’s. You still can’t believe you had sex with this guy, you, the Victoria’s secret model, who actually had a secret now because you had seen the Shawn Mendes naked amongst other things.

Despite being quite proud of yourself, you never do this kind of thing. Sure, it has happened maybe once or twice but usually your schedule is so busy that you don’t even have time to sleep. You’re always travelling for work, and when you’re not on set for a shoot or walking a runway, you’re usually tucked away in a hotel room studying or writing assignments for your university degree. You’ve have been modelling with Victoria’s Secret for two years now, and most recently you’ve scored gigs with Tommy Hilfiger, Chanel, and even Coach. You’re pretty much an angel in the streets, and usually an angel in the sheets. But, as you said before, last night was just too good to pass up.

“Going somewhere, Babe?” Shawn teased, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, obviously. Could you maybe step away from the door so I can go back to my room?” you replied which for whatever reason made him laugh a little.

“C’mon babe, at least let me get your number” Shawn winked.

Okay but seriously this guy is so sexy.

“If I give you my number, will you let me leave after that?” you questioned, making him grin as he nodded his head and handed you his phone. You opened up the contacts, typed in your number and saved it in his phone before quickly handing it back to him. Without another word, you opened the door and headed down the hall towards the elevator so you could go die of embarrassment in the comfort of your own hotel room.

“I’ll see you for round two tonight, princess!” you heard Shawn call, just as the elevator door shut.

What the hell have you gotten myself into?

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It has been two days since your little encounter with Shawn and you hadn’t heard anything from him since. He had followed you on Instagram and Twitter but that thankfully went unnoticed by both of your fan bases. There also hasn’t seemed to be any paparazzi shots surface so you’re very grateful for that because as a result, your ears are still intact and your wonderful manager Krystal has no idea.

Admittedly, you did stalk his socials and both of you are still in Spain for the time being. He’s performing here tonight, and you have a shoot with Vogue Spain in the next couple of days before some much needed time off.

You were currently sprawled out on your towel at the beach. The sun was shining down and this dose of vitamin D was exactly what you had been craving. You had your air pods in your ears blasting some Khalid and a fat tub of cut up fruit next to you to snack on because you were literally hungry 100% of the time.

It’s a hard life having what seems like multiple stomachs to fill.

Trying to stop yourself from falling asleep, you rolled over on to your stomach and picked up your phone to reply to some comments on Instagram. Before you clicked on your most recent post, you quickly took a photo of your legs with the beach in the background and uploaded it to your story. It was a beautiful day and your beautiful followers deserved to see your debatably beautiful legs at this beautiful beach.

Clicking on to your activities page, your comments on your most recent post were blowing up. Why is that? The first was just a photo of you on the EMA red carpet, nothing too special. The second photo in the same post was you handing Shawn his award. Both of you with shit eating smiles on your faces. You had also thrown in the cheeky love heart eye emoji with “what a night” as the caption. So maybe you did know what all the commotion was about, but it was just a little flirt. Sue me.

Clicking on the comment section, you couldn’t help but spit out the grape you had just popped in to your mouth after seeing the top comment.

shawnmendes: it wasn’t just the award I scored that night ;)

Okay. It’s official, you were so screwed. And not just literally. Maybe your ears weren’t as safe as you thought they were, Krystal was going to go crazy and you were going to end up on a clothesline in Spain somewhere. 

Shawn just pretty much told the whole world about the night you’d spent together and for some reason, after putting the grape you were about to scoff down back in to my mouth, you could not wipe the smile off your face.

You really were trying to keep it cool, act as if him not reaching out wasn’t phasing you but who were you kidding. After you got over your lovely hangover, the night that you and Shawn spent together came flooding back and you’re almost certain that you hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

After you liked Shawn’s comment on your post, you debated with yourself over whether to actually reply or not. You could already hear the stupid rumours circulating, and you could already quote some of the hate tweets that you’d start to receive.

Fuck it.

Y/Nstagram: @shawnmendes what happened to round two?

Game on, Mendes.

[doinurmommy]

Dad Jokes, Go For Broke 2. Pt. 1

Author’s Note: If you haven’t read Dad Jokes, Go For Broke this won’t make a lot of sense to you. Here is the link to the original fanfiction (http://monochromehobo.tumblr.com/post/155903214312/dad-jokes-go-for-broke-pt5). Thanks to everybody who has read the series and enjoys it.

Rating: T 

Description: Two years after the events at the end of season 3, 10k and reader have gone through many struggles together, but hey it’s the apocalypse who hasn’t.

“Everyone?”

Roberta hardly waited for the nod that answered her question, “Even 10k and (Y/N)?” She shook her head as Murphy nodded in response. “And here I was thinking they has found their own little slice of heaven,” She shook her head again in disbelief. She thought about that pudgy little boy with the dimples, whose parents loved him enough to make the whole apocalypse stand still.

“Roberta, even before the apocalypse bad things happen to good people. Even though I’d hate to admit it I probably miss 10k just as much as you do. We are alive and it’s our responsibility to enjoy Zona for those who didn’t make it,” Murphy reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. All the feelings he had for her sparked back up. All the casual sex in Zona could never make him forget about how he felt about Warren.

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"Doc! It’s so good to see you again,” I rushed over to give him a hug; it was always a nice surprise to see a friendly face, or any face besides 10k and Jr’s. “How long’s it been? One, almost two year?”

“Time flies when you’re killing Z’s,” He smiled softly from under his mountain of hair. “I’ve never been tree camping before. This is a nice place you have here.”

“I call it home,” 10k smiled at Thomas napping in our bed.

“Careful Doc, I don’t want to get this Zweed stuff in you eye,” I warned as I rubbed the oil into his cuts and bruises.

“Could I actually get a little squeeze of that?” I dropped some in his mouth. “Just one more. Thank you darling,” he said as I se the dropper back in the container. 10k finally asked what brought Doc out here. “Well actually, I’ve been looking for you three.”

10k interrupted Doc, “If this is about some mission to find Murphy,”

“Oh no, no. Hell No.”

“That bite still hurts.”

“I’m here to talk to you about Numerica,” Doc continued what he was saying before 10k interrupted him.

10k gave him a skeptical look, “Are you trying to sell us something?”

Doc shook his head as I asked if Numerica was some kind of religious thing, “Have we Just met? No, I’m not selling insurance, and I’m not thumping the good book. Numerica is a place. It’s a safe zone in northern Canada, where it’s too cold for the Zs.”

10k’s skepticism didn’t go away with Doc’s explanation. “I don’t know (Y/N) and I have it pretty good here,” he said leaning forward a bit.

“I know, but for how long? I mean, you saw those Zs after me. Something has got them on the warpath,” Doc was making a whole lot of sense, but there had been so many false hopes. It felt like every time we turned around there was another ‘safe zone’ popping up. “I know it’s hard to believe anything these days, but something about this, feels right,” Doc squinted a little bit as he spoke. “The US Government’s involved.”

“The government? I thought the last of the government collapsed after the nukes,” 10k was understandably still no convinced Numerica was as good as it sounded. 

“Well apparently there's a few feds left. There’s a few scattered platoons of marines and they’re trying to get everybody to Numerica before the new snowfall,” Doc replied. 

“How are we supposed to get to northern Canada?” I asked as I picked up Thomas from our bed and walked back to where I was sitting.

“They set up a refugee camp for the survivors who want to go. A convoy of trucks is gonna pick them up,” Thomas shied away from Doc as he spoke. 

“I don’t know. This is a good spot. Defensible. Freshwater. Fish. Didn’t see another human until you. It’s been a good place for us to raise Thomas,” 10k is the one Doc would have to convince; I already knew I wanted to go. 10k would want to stay for Jr, but I want to go for the same reason. I brought back up the amount of Zs. 

“I tell ya, these marines mean business. They set up this camp with medical supplies, communication, a year from now there’s not gonna much in the way of humans left. You guys, I just don’t know if we’re gonna get another chance like this. Think about how much easier it would be to take care of the little guy with some help. I mean, how many people has he seen besides the two of you?” Doc reached out to give Jr a high-five, which was rejected. Doc looked bath and forth between the three of us, letting his proposal sink in. “You guys got any scissors?” he asked out of the blue, picking up his beard. 

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“10k you know we can’t split up anymore. You have a family now no more playing the hero,” I told him, looking up at him. He had Thomas slumped on his shoulder, sleeping. 

“Says the girl who went out on her own 9 months pregnant,” 10k chuckled brushing his hand through Jr’s hair, “Of course. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He leaned down to give me a peck on the forehead. 

“Hey Doc!” I called ahead to him, “How far away is this Numerica place anyways?”

“Not very far at all,” Doc said back. 

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“How long do you except us to stay in this hell hole?” Sun was sick of all the questions she obviously didn’t have answers to. She said this yesterday, and the day before that, and she gave him the same answer today, ‘It should be here in a few hours’. Of the man who had asked the question in the first place pointed this out.

Sun Mei responded trying to keep as calm as possible, “Look. That’s the best information I have; if that’s not good enough go ask the soldiers. They’re in contact with the convoy.” Sun walked away to welcome some new refugees to the camp. She gave them some blankets and a run down of the rules. 

“Yo,Doc! Dr. Mei-Mei! I made it!” Doc yelled as he strutted back into camp leading 10k and I. Doc stood aside as we greeted her. After awhile 10k and Doc split off with JR, as Sun and I continued to catch up. “It’s nice to see them laughing,” I said as I sat down across from her. 

Sun nodded, “They’ve been through a lot together.” She paused looking over her shoulder at them, “Doc tells me you three live in a tree house together.”

“A tree tent actually,” I smiled, “It was Tommy- I mean 10k’s idea. We had it all fixed up. Great location for survival; we hated to give it up.”

“It’s hard to give up any shred of security. That must have gotten cramped with a toddler,” Sun gave me a weird look.

“Definitely,” I said matter of factly. “Do you think this Numerica thing really has a shot?”

“Yeah. I do. But maybe I just need something to believe in,” She glanced up to make eye contact.

I tried to reassure her, “I think that’s why everybody’s here.”

“You know I was afraid to ask you earlier,” She looked kind of nervous, “What exactly happened to the baby? I just never heard. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

I cut her off before she could finish her last sentence, “No, It’s okay. Everything was going fine, you know? Or at least the same as when I was pregnant with Thomas. 10k was so excited. It was really great to have him around this time, to really get to be a family. He was so excited when he finally got the tree tent all ready for the baby."

Sun could see the hint of a smile on my face, “10k’s a good dad he must have gone all out.”

I laughed a little remembering all the unnecessary things 10k did for the baby and I. “Oh yeah,” I recalled, “He was out all day long one time, when he came home with a car full of leftover pre-Z Babies-R-Us merchandise I was about ready to kill him. The whole pregnancy went normal I went into labor a few weeks early , but other than that, everything was fine. He was surprisingly calmer than I was. Here I am in the most pain a person can be in, and 10k is just telling me I need to breathe deeper.”

Sun glanced over at 10k and Doc, “ I can imagine that.”

“It took me about 2 hours to push the baby out and we knew right away there was something wrong with him. He wasn’t moving or breathing. We tried everything we could, removed the fluid from his lungs, tried to give him CPR, but we’re not doctors. We still don’t know what went wrong or why. We gave him mercy just to be sure he didn’t turn. At the end of the day all we could do is dress him, put him to rest, and try to move on with our lives.”

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“Well you sure know how to make a first impression,” Murphy was caught between irritated and amused by Roberta’s behavior.

“I’m sorry. There’s something wrong,” she looked off at nothing in particular.

“Yeah, well two years in a coma with no one to talk to; that’s what’s wrong,” he had apperantly settled on amused and slightly concerned.

“It’s more than that,” she took a good look at Murphy, “Something’s wrong with me and I can’t stay here. I’m sorry.” She reached for the door handle and looked over her shoulder at Murphy.

“Roberta don’t be stupid, of course you can stay here,” he grasped desperately for something to reel her in, “There’s nothing out there Warren. What about playing squash, huh?”

“I gotta go,” as she rolled out of the car Murphy called after her, but she was already off running. Even after a two year coma and waking up to a near pre-Z utopia, nothing could hold her back. He always admired that in her.

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“You’re lucky they’re just sending you for psychiatric evaluation, instead of tossing you to the zombies,” Murphy couldn’t understand why she could just accept the fact that this wasn't the apocalypse anymore.

“You don’t understand,” a tear rolled down Warren’s face as she tried to defend something she couldn’t even explain.

“Enlighten me, please,” he hadn’t ever been this frustrated with someone, “The mission is over Warren. There’s no one left to save but ourselves. So don’t go all PTSD on me and ruin the first good thing that’s happened to us since day one.” He sat back with his arms folded. He wanted to understand but clearly she didn’t understand herself. This hurt even more for Warren. She didn’t understand why it hurt her so bad to have Murphy look down on her.

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10k sent Thomas back over to (Y/N) so that he and Doc could finish talking in peace. He watched as she picked up their son and raised him above her head. Jr may have looked like him but that smile was all hers. This is what dreams were made of, apocalypse or not. 

10k was brought back to the conversation by Doc handing him a box of ammo, “Oh, I got some ammo for you courtesy of the US Government. The lieutenant wants us to be ready, incase the shit goes down.”

“I’m more worried about some of our fellow refugees than I am about zombies,” He kept talking as he accepted the ammo.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Doc agreed completely. 

“What if we get there and it sucks?”

“Life’s a crap shoot kid,” Doc shrugged, “Just look on the Brightside, you’re a young man; you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Maybe you and (Y/N) might even want to have more kids.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” 10k chuckled and shook his head.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“What? No, nothing like that,” he turned the box over in his hands, “No, she just doesn’t want more kids. Not after what happened with the baby.”

“Yeah, what did happen? You never told me,” Doc had been afraid to bring it up, but saw his chance now that 10k had mentioned it.

“Well, everything seemed normal. I mean, I didn’t know much because I wasn’t there last time. We got everything ready, and I did everything I thought a dad should do. I went out and found stuff for the baby, rubbed her feet when she complained, I read to the baby and Thomas every night. It was like we were a normal family for once. Those were some of the best moments in my life. One night after we had put Thomas to bed, she went into labor and had the baby. I was absolute nervous wreck,” he smiled thinking about how he felt, “Everything went well until he came out. The cord was wrapped around his neck and he wasn’t breathing or moving.”

Doc put his head in his hand, trying to process everything 10k has been through, “Damn. You know for the situation you’re in you’ve been a great dad.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” 10k asked, giving Doc a side look.

No. I just mean... look, I had a son. I was 19 and stupid. I always thought I’d call him up one day and make up for lost time. Now I don’t even know if he’s alive or dead. You’re a better man than I was kid.”

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“We have no information regarding it’s whereabouts or it’s position, what we do know is that the convoy is overdue. It’s possible they’re lost or have run into mechanical difficulties. This, however; does not change our objective,” he was interrupted by the concerns of a refugee, “I understand your frustration, but we don’t have a choice. Now we can sit around and complain about the stae of things, or we can be proactive and find a solution. That’s what I intend to do. I am calling upon two able bodied people to help us lead the convoy into camp.”

“We’ll go,” 10k volunteered himself and Doc without a single thought. “It’s okay we’ll be back. I promise. 

“I’ll see to it,” Doc assured me.

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“Why am I so upset?” I whisper-yelled angrily at 10k, “I don’t know? Maybe because you went off and volunteered yourself for a risky mission, literally right after we had a conversation about this.” I pushed away the hand 10k tried to run through my hair. 

“We’re just going a couple towns over to get in contact with the convoy (Y/N). I’ll be back in a couple hours tops. I promise. I know I have my family to look out for,” 10k tried to make me feel better. He brushed his hand through my hair and leaned in a little bit. 

“Don’t think that just because you’re being smooth that everything’s okay, but as long as you come back it’s okay. I can’t do it without you okay?” I sat on the edge of the table behind me.

“Okay. Understood,” He smiled while he got his stuff together from our tent.

“Don’t go thinking you’re a big shot now Tommy,” at this point in our relationship flirting pretty much consisted of us being assholes to each other on purpose.

He sat down next to me and pulled me into a side hug, “You know I always come back to you.” 

“I know, but we’re not home. We’re back out here where it’s not as simple. Where not everybody comes back. I don’t think I can raise Thomas on my own,” I leaned in and let him comfort me. I Tilted my head back to kiss him, “Do you want to take this alone time with Sun is watching Jr for us before you go?”

“If you think we have enough time,” He got up to put his hands on either side of me. “I think we have enough time.”

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“Remember you promised you’d come back,” I said into 10k’s chest.

“And I will make good on that promise, okay?” He released me from the hug. We said our goodbyes and ‘I love you’ s. When I watched him get farther away in the truck something just didn’t feel right. I hoped it was just that being without him wasn’t normal. 

[wishfulife-moved]

So, it IS in canon Timmy goes to therapy. When he was five, it was for having an imaginary friend, and his parents wanting him to STOP that. At least, that’s what I thought it was for. Therapy at age five for an imaginary friend just sounds...off. It never seemed right, and even for people as stupid as his parents, a kid that young with an imaginary friend isn’t worthy of therapy. A real therapist probably wouldn’t look into that at all unless the child was doing something BECAUSE of this friend. But he never was- he was just playing like any NORMAL kid does.

He would apparently take Gary with him to therapy, and they even had a chair for him at the sessions. Why would a therapist who was apparently there to get RID of an imaginary friend still cater to the boy’s supposed delusions if all he was there to do was to tell him “Gary’s not real and you need to stop”? Because it wasn’t like Timmy up and forgot who Gary was; he was, and unfortunately until his wish, was always an imaginary friend that Timmy was one day going to relieve and put away like a toy (because Gary WASN’T real before his wish).

Timmy wasn’t going to therapy for an imaginary friend. Sure, he LOST Gary during those therapy sessions, but he was going there for much more sinister reasons.

TW: Conversion Therapy, Gender Conversion Tactics, Mental Abuse, Verbal Abuse

In The Secret Origin of Denzel Crocker, Cosmo makes a point to mention there are several photos of Timmy in dresses. I’ve already talked about that in another meta, so I won’t repeat myself about the bull shit he dealt with THERE, but it’s heavily noted his parents were expecting a girl, and went ALL OUT on getting all sorts of stereotypical GIRL things. They were set for the next couple of years in shit for this kid, and well- obviously, Timmy is NOT a girl.

Ultrasounds were apparently a thing in the 50s, but weren’t used all that often for pregnancy until it seems like the 80s or 90s. In the show’s world, Timmy’s mom was pregnant with him in ‘92, though it looked like fall, so he wasn’t gonna be born for another couple of months, leaving him as a ‘93 baby (lol true 90s kid). Assuming how much his parents WANTED a girl, they probably went to those to try and see what sex the child was. Now, sex-wise, yeah you can pinpoint it- might now always be right, but hey, she was pretty far in the pregnancy. However, sex and gender are two different things, so you can never actually tell what GENDER your child will be. Hence why they went all out on the “girl” stuff only to find out when he was around three that he wasn’t having any of that shit.

As new parents, they’re sorta thrown in a loop, unsure of how to handle having a trans child. At first, they sorta went with it, despite Mrs. Turner’s objections and hoping to coax her child away from the idea that he was a he, and did her own little bit of attempted gender conversion. They went, changed his name legally ( gender is still female since he hasn’t gone through the process of transitioning since he was only about four at the time ). 

Around 1998 when Timmy was about five years old, his parents had heard about conversion therapy (this was around the year when Christian right groups were spending HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of dollars promoting it), and they figured, “ Oh hey! Maybe he’s NOT really trans, and he can be fixed! ” The only defense I give them is that they weren’t...actually...aware of HOW conversion therapy works. At that time, if Mr. Turner saw ANYONE (else) screaming at his son about how his choice was an abomination, that he’ll never be taken seriously as a boy, and all the other verbal abuse inflicted on him DURING sessions, he’d have never taken Timmy back after the first session.

The “therapist” in charge of trying to “fix” Timmy back into Sophia wasn’t necessarily religious, but definitely mentioned that was Timmy was was a sin and that he was born as a girl, therefore, should accept that. Mistakes aren’t made, and he is not a boy. At first, Timmy didn’t let it get to him, and often times, just took the screaming that would happen as Gary was around and hold his imaginary hand while the sessions lasted.

His therapist was quick to realize that this “Gary” was hindering any sort of “break” in trying to convert Timmy to seeing he was a cis female. Of course, Timmy WAS holding a lot in, trying not to cry (and he did tear up a lot but refused to do any sort of outbursts). It didn’t take long for the therapist to start pushing Timmy’s buttons, trying to tell him Gary wasn’t there, that Gary was manipulating him, just the “bad” part of him that’s going against what nature intends for him to be. He couldn’t handle all the negativity aimed at his friend, and just wanted to be yelled at instead of his imaginary friend. 

He started to ignore Gary, reply back to the therapist that his name was TIMMY and not Sophia. That’s about the time Gary found himself locked away in a box in Timmy’s mind; not because he WANTED to lock up Gary, but he didn’t want anymore slander thrown at his only REAL friend at the time. 

It went like this for a year, once a week. It killed his father because he couldn’t go and record his son like he almost ALWAYS did, but he also (like his wife) were hoping to get their “little girl” back from these sessions.

Of course, it didn’t work, but being told weekly that he was causing his parents misery, pain, the fact that he’s destroyed any dream of them having a daughter that they were PROMISED. That his mother went through the pain of labor just to have her child “spit in her face” and tell her that she was a he. After the year, and seeing no change in Timmy’s decision of gender identity, they stopped taking him.

However, he was so terrified of going back, being yelled at, guilt tripped, and having someone attempt to tell him he’s wrong about his gender identity, that he became so complacent to any and everything his parents asked of him. Hence why in Abracastrophe, Timmy is almost drastically different from the incarnation of Timmy was get now-a-days.

He ate all his vegetables, never spoke loudly and had a rather hushed voice, never complained about the fact that his dad recorded every moment of his life. He figured if he couldn’t be the daughter they wanted, he could still be an obedient little boy. Even if that meant having to cave and let them essentially play dress up with him (despite how much he HATED being in a dress). Honestly, he was probably one of the most well behaved children in his class when he first went to Kindergarten (before being taken out of school for home schooling until around third grade), and that was just another thing he was bullied for. 

Timmy honestly REALLY hates himself. A lot more than he lets on despite his rather cheery, and confident image he has of himself. It gets drastically “worse” to the point of being on the border of narcissistic, but it’s because he gets taken back to conversion therapy, more so as punishment for how much he complains about his babysitter, that he’s become a rather rude child (though it’s literally like any normal little kid), or should he EVER try to tell his parents off and that they’re in the wrong for once. I can’t remember the EXACT episode, but it’s another Trixie episode, and he’s pretty much launched out of her yard, he screams “I don’t care what my therapist says-”

Of course, this has to do with his crush on her, though again, I hate how the show makes Timmy super obsessive when honestly, he’s...sorta got the idea that she doesn’t like him enough to want to be seen with him. She does give him mixed signals, but he does need to back off. Though, he’s also not ALWAYS pining after her, and has a life away from her. He also doesn’t steal her shit from her room, or has shrines to her sO I MEAN- 

His parents don’t REALLY have many reactions to his crush on her aside from Information Stupor Highway where they pretty much write the love letter FOR him, though his mother is more like, “ Why do I care enough to do this? Ugh, whatever he’ll delete it anyway “ considering she NEVER sends it. His dad does, and that’s more he’s much more open to the idea of him being a bi or lesbian daughter rather than a straight trans boy son ( spoiler: he’s neither hE A BI TRANS BOY FUCK YOU MR AND MRS TURNER ) since, despite the name change, they literally don’t validate his gender identity at all. They fuck up his name a lot because they just FORGET what his preferred name is, hence why you hear them say “ Tommy “ a lot; they literally don’t care enough sometimes to remember what his name was exactly. Doesn’t matter if he’s legally Timothy/Timmy, they almost always want to say Sophia.

Anyway, back to the therapist and Trixie thing; since his therapist has been brought back, disappointed as ever that Timmy not only won’t listen to him, but also likes girls. One girl he’s VERY interested in. Trixie was the first person he ever got a crush on, back in Kindergarten, when he was FIRST going to conversion therapy. It’s a huge reason why he’s so stuck on his crush on her, albeit was quiet about it at first until fifth grade. 

His therapist, alongside telling him that he needs to “cut the shit and accept the fact you’re a fucking girl”, they also made all sorts of comments that she needed to stop this. He was a she and he shouldn’t have crushes on girls. He was just adding to the pile of why his parents were NEVER going to be happy, that they weren’t getting the perfect little straight cis girl they wanted (more so his mother on the straight part since she’s kinda homophobic too asjkdfhalksj). 

It’s rare he goes to that therapist, but like I said earlier, it’s MOSTLY as a means of punishment if Timmy gets “too” out of line with anything. It’s the ONLY reason he sometimes LIKES when they are being excessively neglectful; he doesn’t have to hide much and worry about going BACK to that therapist. While it’s hardly doing anything to “convince” him he’s a straight cis girl, it still fucks with him and his already rampant self hatred. It’s hidden under a huge guise of self confidence, and seemingly borderline narcissism but it’s not.

Timmy hates himself so much thanks to all those sessions of conversion therapy, and are just other factors into why he’s fucked up and riddled with mental illnesses.