#this goes out to my grandma who is the fucking worst and the best i hate that i love her she freaks me out

[titan-god-helios]

i dont understand why people can’t respect boundaries.

i said no. multiple times. and you still did it.

[spotsandsocks]

Fuck it Friday!

@tizniz @diazsdimples

As they say I did not mean for this to exist and yet here we are 1.3k later. Will put on ao3 later and tag everyone later- in my lunch and running out of time. And I need to set this free so I can know peace.

I got in my Eddie feels - aren’t we all right now, had thought and now… have some pain with a hopeful ending. I’m still sold in eddie being so deep in comphet he has no idea what to do. This is the push he needs. Demi Eddie for the win. No Eddie bashing here! Chris loves his dad and wants to help.

When you walk into your living room and find you parents, your son and your best friend sitting there waiting for you, you know things are bad.

To be honest he should of expected something like this.

Eddie stands frozen, awaiting his fate as his dad speaks first.

“We need to talk son.”

At least that’s true Christopher has barely said a word to him since it happened. Not that he blames him.

“We’re worried about you.”

Buck goes next but those words aren’t new he’s already said that and again Eddie doesn’t blame his friend for his feelings. Like he said last time he’s worried about himself too. It’s hard to get his head around the recent choices he’s made harder to think about the consequences.

It almost like it wasn’t him making the decisions. It’s almost like he doesn’t know who he is anymore but then has he ever?

“I’m going to go to Texas”

The third sentence comes from Christopher and is possibly the worst thing he’s ever had to listen to and Eddie has had to hear heartbreaking words so many times.

“What?”

That’s his voice. the first thing he’s said but it’s a barely a whisper. Surely even with everything that’s happened Chris can’t mean that.

His son looks at him, calm and steady and repeats himself.

“I’m going to Texas with grandma and abuelo.”

Eddie turns to his parents all his hurt and betrayal rushing to the surface, he’d thought… he’d let them back in, trusted them

His voice is louder now, “How could you? Why? Why would you try and take him away from me again. I thought..”

Chris stops him in his tracks

“They didn’t ask me. I asked them.”

There’s no words available to respond to that.

“Dad?”

His heart hurts. His head too, everything hurts. He’s fucked up again. Again, again, again. The worst things he knows he deserved this, he caused this nightmare it’s his fault, his fault every time.

Chris’ voice sounds far away.

“It’s not ‘cos I’m mad.”

Eddie doesn’t even hear him. He’s found words and they sound desperate.

“I’ll come with you.”

If Chris wants to leave he’ll do it. No matter the cost. No matter what he leaves behind.

Then that sacrifice is taken from him too.

“No. I don’t want you to.”

He can’t breathe. He’s dizzy, he can’t think. What has he done?

He can’t hear them when they call him.

“Dad?”

“Eddie?”

“Son? Mijo?”

“Eddie?”

“Dad?!”

He turns from them all and he runs.

An unheard voice chases after him.

“I’ll go.”

*

Standing by his sink trying to breathe like he’s been taught when this happens to him he doesn’t need to know who followed him when the footsteps stop.

Buck. Always Buck.

“He’s not trying to punish you”

He can’t turn around. Can’t look, not yet.

“Feels like it”

Soft and concerned, that’s how he sounds. Buck sounds like that a lot recently.

“He’s not. He wouldn’t. He loves you.”

There’s nothing but bitterness in his own words.

“Does he? Maybe he shouldn’t.”

“Eddie!” There’s censure in that word, Buck obviously disagrees and disapproves of that sentiment.

“He loves you. He’s angry and he’s hurt but he still loves you. You can be upset with someone and still love them. I think you know that better than anyone.”

He does.

“Then why is he going.”

He wishes he didn’t sound as heartbroken as he feels. Wishes he could still manage to hide some of his heart from this man.

“Because you need him to.”

Spinning around he turns on his best friend to challenge the stupidity of those words.

“What? I need him here with me. He has to stay with me.”

“Eddie.” Buck’s face and voice hold nothing but aching sympathy. It’s like a knife cutting him open which isn’t fair he’s already got so many wounds.

Then it gets worse because a new voice enters the kitchen.

“Dad… you always tell me I need to be myself, that that’s good enough.”

Eddie stares at his son standing there, just behind Buck, so tall now, so much older than he is in Eddie’s heart.

“But I don’t think you do that. You should do that if you want me to.”

It’s all to much and even rubbing his face doesn’t stop him feeling tired and defeated.

“Chris what are you talking about?

Buck looks down at Chris who nods. There’s unspoken words flowing between them and it’s obvious they’ve been talking about him.

Chris says “Buck can tell you. He worked it out. And he’s right. I do love you.”

Then he walks away, leaving Eddie staring at his friend and waiting for answers.

“Eddie, its it’s like… well, you were a dad and a solider and a medic and a husband. All before you were 20. Man! That’s a lot!!”

Buck takes a step closer.

“Hell Eddie I was a kid at nineteen, a baby, I had no idea who I was what I wanted, and you had to be all that. And your dad told me you had to “be the man of the house” when you were even younger than that.

So who are you? How can you know?

You’ve been so many things for everyone else. You try so hard to be “normal” I see that and I I know you think you’re broken, but you’re not.

You just haven’t really met you yet. How could you, when did you have the time?

That’s why Chris is going away. Just for the summer. He wants you to have time to be you. Find out who Edmundo Diaz really is.”

Eddie listens stunned and horrified. Are they right? Is that all true. He’s terribly afraid it might be.

Buck smiles soft, eyes still worried.

“It’s ok to go look for him.”

His words get stuck for a moment but this is Buck. He can say this to him.

“What if I don’t like him when I find him? What if he’s … not normal?”

“What’s normal huh? And seems unlikely- I think I know the real Eddie Diaz a little bit at least and he’s pretty great. Always will be.”

Buck’s close enough to touch now. He really wishes he would. He’d like a hug.

“Eddie, your life gave you no room to look for what you truly want for yourself. You have to do that now or I’m scared what might happen to you. You need time and space..”

“I don't want to be alone.”

The words leave his lips scared and true and then he gets something he wants for himself for the first time in a long time as Buck folds him into a hug.

He gets to be held while Buck speaks quietly.

“You won’t be. You got me. You’ll always have me. You told me I could have you back any day, well it’s any day and here I am - I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a lot to deal with, think about but maybe he can do it with help.

“Promise?”

Buck’s body shakes with a laugh

“Pinky promise and Maddie would kill me if I broke one of those.

“He’ll come back?”

Eddie lets himself be held and given comfort by the only person who could. Which is probably something else he needs to think about.

“Of course he will, this is his home, you’re his Dad.”

He can share his fears with this man, he knows that he has before and he does again now.

“I don’t know if I know how to be anything else.”

Buck’s arms tighten around him.

“I know, but you’ll work it out cos even if you’re not sure who Eddie Diaz is, I am and I know he can do anything.”

Buck sounds so sure, maybe he’s right, maybe with help and time he can work out who he really is and what he really wants and then once he knows that, maybe he can find it.

Buck keeps holding him, keeps believing in him and that he can do anything even find happiness.

Maybe he can and maybe he won’t have to look very far.

[brooklynbedlam]

Raw Violence

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: You’ve finally pushed Joel past his limits. When your anger gets the best of you, Joel’s there to put you back in your place.

Content Warning: no Y/N, smut (oral- m receiving, degradation, hair pulling, dubcon, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, choking, spitting (if you squint), rough sex, sex in the mud, basically porn what can i say), dom!Joel, enemies to enemies with benefits, language, knife (if you squint)

A/N: i’m kind of mortified that this came from my brain, but i feel like it would be a disservice to not share these thoughts. hehe. honestly though- i would let Joel do things to me that would make my grandma cry.

Word Count: 2800

18+ under the cut! Minors DNI!

You liked to be an easygoing person. You prided yourself in it, in fact. But even you have your limits. In all your years of life, only one person could bring out the very worst of you, the parts you didn’t even think you had in you. Joel Miller. Only he could have you muttering under your breath such hateful thoughts that your mother would have washed your mouth out for. Arrogant jackass. Stupid fucking old man. His haughty posture, his irritating smirk, the obnoxious southern drawl- all of it crept under your skin down to your nerves. Your eyes stare down at your boots as you walk through the mud, keeping the imaginary verbal assault to yourself. It’s only when you run right into him that you realize he’s talking to you.

You distance yourself with a few steps back. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut for the rest of the patrol?

Joel turns around with that infuriating grin, “who you talking to back there?” he asks in a mocking tone. “No one” you reply, unwilling to even attempt pleasantness. “No need to get all worked up sugar”. There he goes again- testing your patience beyond what is humanly possible. If looks could kill, he’d be cold in the ground. You push him aside and keep moving forward down the trail. Joel chuckles and follows close behind unbothered. “What stick’s up your ass?” he jokes. You turn on your heels, index finger pushing right on his chest. “YOU,” you shout “are my problem”.

You somehow manage to stop yourself there. Your self-control amazes even him. More than anything you’d love to rip his ego to pieces and wipe that stupid smirk clean off his face. Joel takes a small step back, “Well, it’s clear this ain’t gonna be a pleasant conversation so why don’t you calm down and not say anything you might regret”. WOW. Where do you even start? Telling you to calm down or telling you not to say something you’ll regret? Now you swear your face must be bright red because you feel like you’re boiling, ready to blow. A dry chuckle leaves your lips as you mentally step off the edge and let your anger overtake everything. “Oh I’m sorry? Don’t want me to hurt your precious feelings there Joel?”. Your fists subconsciously clench with your jaw, knuckles going pale.

“Ain’t my feelings I’m worried about sweetheart. I’d rather be civilized with you but if you got another idea, fine. Do your worst”. Well, you heard him clearly, he was practically begging you to let every vile comment swirling around your brain out in the open. “You wouldn’t be able to handle the truth” you say confidently. Now that set something off in him. You see the change as his eyes go dark and his usual smirk turns into a threatening grimace. His posture makes you feel so small, but you keep your head high refusing to back down from this fight. “Oh yeah?” he growls, “You wanna run that by me again?”. Your entire nervous system is pleading to run, to apologize, and chalk it up to a bad night’s sleep. But you won’t, you can’t- not when it feels so good to finally let it all out.

“Gladly”. You push your chest out and straighten your posture, not nearly as tall but your eyes bore right into his. “You. Can’t. Handle. The. Truth”. Venom drips from your every word, you look for a sign that your words even landed because Joel stands unflinchingly. Almost like the words passed right through him, he refuses to break eye contact. “Oh, but I think I can. So go ahead: hit me with it. I dare you”. There’s a slight smile at the end of his sentence, a smile of that stupid arrogant confidence. He thinks he’s winning. You pause only for a moment to conjure up the cruelest thought you could dare speak. “Fine. Joel, you are the most insufferable prick I’ve ever met in my life. Every time I see you come around with that stupid goddamn smirk like you’re so high and mighty- I just wanna wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. You may think that every person in town is just so scared of you and your stories, but everyone sees you exactly for what you are- a coward”. For a moment Joel looks almost hurt, then he gets angry, real angry. The rage in his expression threatens to cause an explosion. Yet his voice is cold and controlled, an underlying danger in his tone. “That’s all huh? I’m guessing there’s more?” he replies stoically, his clenched jaw and wild eyes the only giveaways of what’s going on in his mind. Then a perfect addition comes to mind, something that will really bruise his ego.

“Yeah, there is. You’re such an asshole with your ridiculous sob story and how you drag that poor girl Ellie through hell just so you can play house again,” you barely even recognize yourself as the words leave your mouth but you keep going, now moving in even closer. “Frankly, I think you’re just a pathetic bastard”. For a moment you see the hate in his eyes, as if he’d like nothing more right now than to shoot you and leave you for the strays. And then, slowly, he lets out a low chuckle- a laugh that’s equal parts amusement, anger, and something else. When he finally speaks, his tone sounds…different. “You done?”. You can’t help but smirk and cross your arms, head high with a sense of victory. “I’m done”. A sense of pride settles in your chest, no witty remark from Joel this time. You’re completely caught off guard when he moves with deceptive speed, getting you in a lock with one hand, and a knife to your throat with the other. His face is inches from yours, a dark fury in his eyes. “You sure about that sweetheart? Nothin’ else you wanna get off your chest?”. His hand tightens around your throat, enough to feel the growing pressure. Joel burns with violent intensity, primal anger that seems to belong in the distant past; a threat, a warning, a promise.

With rapidly fading confidence you muster up another dig. “You don’t have the guts to stand your ground Miller, because you’re just an insecure little man”. Joel’s grip tightens another notch, impossibly close to cutting off your circulation altogether. A pathetic whimper leaves your mouth, betraying the little confidence you have left. He seems to notice the slight fear in your eyes and a smile pulls at his lips, “You really wanna bet?”. Your alarm bells are ringing, although it could just be your head pounding. Physically, he has you under his thumb. In a last-ditch effort to free yourself, you elbow Joel’s chest and break out of his grip. You quickly pull out your switchblade, evening the playing field. You notice a grin on his face. “Something funny Miller?”.

His hand grabs your wrist lightning fast and with brute force, sending the silver blade tumbling into the grass below. Joel looks unhurt, unflustered. “No, I just thought you’d put up a better fight”. Your grunts and squirming are to no avail as he effortlessly pins you into the tree behind you. One hand holds you down while his leg keeps you in place. Your breathing is heavy and you watch as his gaze lowers ever so slightly. You curse yourself for wearing a v-neck shirt, but especially for even getting yourself into this situation. A calloused hand slowly makes its way to your waist, gliding up the thin material of your shirt. His breath fans against your skin, “Give up?”.

Even though your heart is pounding, part of you finds it exhilarating. Your confidence returns if only just to satiate your curiosity. “Make me”. You bite down on Joel’s arm, hard enough for him to let go. He’s caught off guard and he pulls his arm back. You take the small window of opportunity to land a punch square in his jaw. Joel looks back unfazed as his hand brushes the stubble of his cheek. He laughs. It’s a cold, cold, calculating laugh, one that rings with the threat of death. Smiling down at you he looks amused, “You want me to make you?”. “I’d like to see you try”. Your brain is positively running on autopilot, replying out of pure instinct and void of any rational thinking. The hatred has now morphed into a strange blend of curiosity and something else that strikes you down to your core. You fight with every bone in your body to grapple with him, and though you are strong, it’s no match for Joel. In no time you’re down in the dirt, Joel pinning you down with his weight. He smiles and your heart sinks. It’s a terrifying smile with an undercurrent of unbridled violence. He doesn’t look hurt or even like he broke a sweat; he’s just as energetic as ever. The only difference now is the bulging weight you feel against your thigh. It sends electricity to your core as your mind runs wild. Joel moves his hand slowly down your chest, letting his rough hands relish the soft skin. His eyes lock on yours, and it’s a terrifying sight. He leans closer, and his voice is low, almost a whisper, yet it seeps into your very bones. “Say please”.

“No” You bark and focus all your energy on resisting the thoughts that are flooding into your mind. You know what he wants, what he’s asking. But you won’t let him win. “Final warning, sweetheart. I don’t play nice” he chuckles dryly, a feral bearing of teeth. At this point, all better judgment is out the window. There’s no backing out, your pride too fragile to do anything but stand your ground and make him regret ever existing. Joel is impossibly close, light breath fanning your face. Fuck it, you’ll fight dirty. You close in and kiss him with equal parts passion and hatred. His hands move to grip you, pawing anxiously at whatever skin his hands can find. With a rough grasp of your ass, you moan into the kiss before biting down on Joel’s lip just enough to draw blood. He smiles, pulling back with a small bead of crimson running down his lip. His face is ice cold, but you’re drawn to him. Attracted in a way that defies logic, explanation, or understanding. Your heart races, breath becoming heavier, you feel...strange. Like you want him, as if you need him, desire him. Your body and soul crave it even if blatantly disregarding your mind.

You bring a delicate hand to wipe a trace of his blood from your lip, and in an unexpected move you pull him down to your level and sit in his lap. Joel makes no effort to resist. That annoying grin on his face spurs you to grind into the rough denim of his pants, the dull friction sending shock waves up your spine. He does his best to hold back a groan but you can see it on his face just how much he’s enjoying this. You keep going, slowly building your orgasm to its peak. You’re so close. Blood rushes to your head and you feel electricity spark through your legs down to- fuck.  Just as quick as it came along, your pleasure disintegrates under you. Joel has pinned your hips down against him, stopping all your movement. You whine at the loss of motion. Cheap move.

He pushes you from his lap and stands, his erection clear under the thick jeans. “I think you’re confused darlin. You think you just get whatever you want?” he scoffs. “I’ll tell you how this is gonna work,” he says in his smooth Texas drawl, “you are gonna do whatever I tell you and if you can behave yourself then maybe I’ll consider giving you what you like”. Your head is still reeling from your almost orgasm, but you’re coherent enough to hear his instruction. He grabs you by the arm pulling you to your knees. Thick, calloused fingers tilt your chin up and drop your mouth open. Joel looks down at you expectedly as his leather belt leaves its loops. You stare daggers at him but he only grins “be a good girl for once, or I could just tie you here and leave you for the stragglers”. With that, you stifle your pride and release his confined cock. You pathetically take him in your mouth and lazily swirl your tongue around the angry, leaking tip. That wasn’t enough. He thrust mercilessly into your throat as you struggled to breathe, gagging on his thick length. Joel’s lips parted with sinful growls as he guided your head. You were nothing more than a means to his end, he could care less about the air struggling to make it into your lungs or the saliva that dripped onto your chest.

He suddenly pulled out, hissing at the loss of contact. “Get on the ground and take off your clothes”. A simple request in itself but you stared unsure whether to comply or face the consequences. Deciding on the former, you look into those cold brown eyes while removing every article of clothing. Joel smirks as his hungry eyes wander your naked body, imagining what you’ll feel like, what kind of heavenly noises he could conjure out of you. He brings himself down the ground, approaching needily. You could still smell the coffee on his breath and the faint smell of his woodsy cologne as he hovered over. Your breath hitched at the sensation of his cock prying at your weeping hole. Without warning, he fully sheathed himself to the hilt. A shaky cry left your lips as you struggled to adjust to the size. Joel held himself still, composing himself, only for a moment before setting a violent pace. You braced yourself on all fours but soon found the force to be too much. Your arms weakened and buckled leaving you“You’ll do anything I say won’t you?” he looks down almost with pity. Brain rotted with pleasure, you stutter to make even a simple response. That answer doesn’t suffice. Not for Joel. A firm hand pulls at your hair, lifting your eyes to look right at him. “Answer me”. He grips your hips tighter, pushing you deeper into the mud. Your hands blindly search for an anchor, left to dig into the mud and branches underneath you for support. “Yes Joel!” you yell, using all your focus to get the words out. There is just a hint of cruelty at the center of the darkest, most dangerous eyes you’ve ever seen. But they’re on you, all for you. “You like that huh? You like what I’m givin’ ya?”. 

Joel’s groans build as you watch the light brown strands of his hair mat to his forehead and his teeth grit. He wants more and more- an unbridled, raw, and ravenous hunger for you and you alone. And for once you see eye to eye. He’s all you can see, all you can hear, all you can feel. The cold mud underneath and ever-dimming sunlight aren’t even an afterthought. “Now tell me sweetheart, who would you do anything for?”. It’s like something else is controlling him; his own animalistic desire a creature all its own. A force of nature, the likes of which only the apocalypse could make a man. “You.....you.....you” comes out in pathetic whimpers. Tears prick at your eyes, it’s just too much. His hands grabbing at your skin, his thick cock burying deep inside you, the beautiful sounds coming from his mouth as he uses you. He notices and threatens “not yet”. Joel digs his fingers into the plush flesh of your hips as his relentless pace begins to falter. “Now come for me darlin'”. Relief floods your body as you finally get your release, crying out and clawing into the earth. Feeling you tense around his cock, Joel pushes himself to the brink with a merciless pace. Your name leaves his mouth like a primal chant, pulsing into you, letting you milk him for everything he’s got.

You’re left panting breathlessly in the cold air, skin warm with thousands of red hot nerve endings alight. “See, you’re a good girl when you stop using that head of yours”. For once, you don’t have a snarky response. Joel’s face meets yours just mere inches apart.  He smiles, dark eyes black as pitch- burning, burning. With breaths just starting to settle he finally breaches the distance. It’s a surprisingly soft kiss, to juxtapose the violent, selfish acts that preceded it. But deep within it a hint of a deeper truth; something that's hidden for all this time.

[skeeverboy]

hi i love making lists and rankings. this is my ranking of all tfb albums from worst to best.

yes i've ranked tfb albums before im trying to go more in depth on this one and also my opinions may or may not have changed

Going Grey

It's experimental. It's stylistically different from the albums leading up to it. It's branching in a new direction, their first step into a slightly more pop sound. And it is boring.

A couple tracks sound the same to me. There's no pull factor for me, it's all around just kind of dull when compared to other TFB albums.

That is to say, though, I do love this album. Peace Sign goes hard, love the connection to Tie Dye Dragon. You Used to Say is a pretty solid opener. Vacation Town is a classic (though it is overplayed ngl)

8.4/10

In Sickness & In Flames

I love this album, I really do. Stylistically I think it's really significant to the TFB timeline, marking their journey into the more pop side that they're exploring recently. There are some absolute BANGERS also - love bus beat, love montgomery forever, love Fairbanks, Alaska. This was also the most recent album when I started listening to TFB.

With that, I think a lot of the album is kind of forgettable. I mean, come on- new song d, the hard way, make way, love at first sight. I forget they exist. Also, for some reason, I just cannot stand everyone blooms and it's the opener to the album. It puts a bad taste in my mouth for the entire thing.

8.9/10

You Are Who You Hang Out With

I reviewed this album on my other blog and gave it an 8.6 but that's changing today because my opinions are subjective and change every hour. This album is great, I don't care what anyone says. Most of the time I genuinely think the autotune and heavy editing works.

It did take some time for me to get used to it, not going to lie. I loved Outlook when it came out, but Emotional was... rough at first. It's absolutely warmed up to me, though. It can feel kind of repetitive sometimes, but I really like how they experimented with style and put out something truly unique.

9.0/10

My Grandma Vs. Pneumonia

I am such a sucker for 2000s/early 2010s TFB. I love the raw sound, and this shit is the DEFINITION of raw and unfiltered. I love this album with all my heart, I love the vocals (controversial, I know), I love the style, I love the simplicity and the lyrical style.

Some of this album is a little forgettable, and there are a few in here that were remade to just be so much better. The Theresa version of Supply of Power and the Rose version of Flying Model Rockets absolutely desimate and are just incredible. Though, I will say, the original I Think Your Nose Is Bleeding is better.

Definitely a hit or miss depending on who you are, but I am the type of person to EAT THIS SHIT UP.

9.3/10

The Front Bottoms

This album is an absolute classic. Really similar in style to IHMF and MGVP but sounding just a little more polished. This album has some of the gayest songs ever.

The lyrics speak to the heart. Every track is memorable and incredible. The use of trumpet in certain tracks is really nice, though it's incorporated better in later albums.

9.5/10

Talon of the Hawk

Just an incredible album all around. It's super energetic in an absolute delightful way. It's the perfect blend of their older kind of rough folk-y style while remaining polished and sounding complete. Older albums often sound like they're unfinished demos. Not TotH.

The use of trumpet and other instruments is strong. Some of TFB's most iconic songs are in this album. The knife is iconic. It is the Front Bottoms album.

9.7/10

Back on Top

I love this album so fucking much. Every song is incredible. The style, with the heavy use of electric guitar, is wonderful. It feels very light, very summery.

While it's less iconic than TotH, I'd say some of the most underrated songs are in Back on Top. 2YL, Ginger, The Plan, HELP, all absolutely breathtaking songs.

God I love this album.

9.9/10

I Hate My Friends

This is the most biased top pick ever. But yeah, this is one of my favorite albums of all time, maybe even my favorite of all time. I love the old TFB sound, I love the lyrics, I love the subject matter, I love the immature angst, I just overall love it so much.

I'm getting a fucking tattoo of this album, I have to put it at the top.

10/10

[theodoraflowerday]

heartstopper s3e5 live episode reaction

LETS FUCKING GO THIS WINTER/OLIVER SPRING/VICTORIA SPRING/NICKTORI STANS

genuinely the episode I'm most excited about

me, currently surrounded by three pillows and two throw pillows: oh wow tori's got a lot of pillows

BIG SISTER TORI

"I hope I get a soul" "I hope I get good mental health" the way I love the spring siblings cannot be described accurately in mere words.

I HOPE I GET A MUM WHO CAN REGULATE HER EMOTIONS OH MY GOD

"I hope I get grandparents who don't comment on my weight" wouldn't that be so fucking awesome charlie (not that my grandparents have ever been like that but other family members have)

I HOPE DAD REMEMBERS TO PROPERLY SEASON THE TURKEY - HE WON'T - YEAH HE WON'T

I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUUUUUUUUUUUCH

move over jane I will in fact be taking over care duties for these two

honestly jane needs therapy the most out of everybody in that household. and we're talking about the same household where charlie and tori spring live in.

HENRYYYYYYYYY

BRO HE'S SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I was imagining he'd be smaller tho :(

"by little guy who needs hugs I did mean henry but actually that applies to me as well so" I WAS *ABOUT* TO SAY AKDJFISJFOSJFSOIF

OLIVEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

OLIVER SPRING I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I MISS YOU EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY

I know why they couldn't have oliver but GOD I MISSED YOU

HE'S GOT LOADS OF TRACTORS THATS MY BABY BOY

oh my god it's been eight months? that's so cute

"any lovely boys in your life?" "no"

STRAIGHT BOYS ARE THE WORST LAJFLSJFLSJF

good thing michael isn't straight eh eh eh eh eh

"he might not end up being straight" olly is the springs' token straight but he's a good one. like tao.

Jane I SWEAR TO GOD

oh my god

is that David? NOOOOO I THOUGHT WE WERE FREE OF HIM

oh my god I'm gonna rip his balls off I'm gonna drag him down the street with his dick tied to the car I'm gonna rip every single one of his eyelashes

FUCK YOU DAVID

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

TEAM LET NICK NELSON SAY FUCK 2K24 JUST HAD ITS BIGGEST WIN YET

nick really needs to tell david to shut the fuck up more often honestly

"stop flirting in the group chat" same isaac

DARCYYYYYYYYYYYYY

DARCY'S GRANDMA SAYING YOU LOOK SO HANDSOME I'M GONNA CRY

oh..... oh is sahar flirting???

TEAM ZAHEANEY

god this is stressing me out so much

TORI

TORI NOOOOOOOOOO

fuckkkkkkk her FACE my BABY GIRL

oh he's so soaked baby :(

parallel gifset thoooooooo

OH THEYRE KISSING okay I see it

ODKFKDJFDKFKDLGKDLGKF

AUNTIE DIANE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

oh he's peaking I see u nick

RIDICULOUSLY ADORABLE

god

I love both of them so much? it's insane?

obsessed with auntie diane also adoring charlie like that's a nelson sisters thing

god sarah should be here I miss her :(

nick and charlie and the twins :( I love them :(

henry as everyone's emotional support pug

fuck you david you know what you did

JAKFJSKFJDKFJDJF I know david's terrified of tori I know he is

AGAIN: henry as everyone's emotional support pug!!!! get tori a dog please for the love of god!!!!!

"I worry about you all the time, you know" of course you do bbg, best sister ever award goes to victoria spring

nicktori teaming up on charlie to support him! charlie spring stans #1

"there's always new years eve" god I hope NYE is good

"I think about it. like all the time--NOT all the time, a respectful amount of time that one thinks about one's girlfriend in that way" JAKFJSKFJDKFJDJF TAO I LOVE YOU

off the top of my head I can't imagine a single show or movie that's handled being a transgender teenager and starting your sex life. let alone in a way that feels so beautiful and respectful. heartstopper is truly just breaking barriers left and right.

tori, charlie and oliver playing mario kart together....... you will rip this scene from my cold dead hands. COLD DEAD HANDS im telling you

HOW'S MY TINY BOYYYYY

oh my god

the way nick said "lucky me" sounded so.........

I know those two are going to salt that car

IMOGEN HUGGING CHARLIEEEEEEEEEE

omg

oh poor tara baby

ZAHEANEYYYYYYY

oh. oh yeah imogen honey no

yeah I see why sahar would be so annoyed like omg

DARCY AND FELIX ARE DISCUSSING PRONOUNS IM GONNA SOB

not rush playing in the background lmfao this party is so homosexual

oh OH OH OHHHHH okay

okay so that WAS the point I thought I was being odd when thinking that song was weirdly sensual

naomi is the sweetest tiniest loveliest babygirl I'm so glad we have her

god they're SO BEAUTIFUL we lucked out so much with kit and joe

oh tori

"the only person I care about is you" oh tori baby girl love of my life

"that won't be true forever" IT WON'T BE!!!!! I CAN ALMOST FEEL MICHAEL

oh my god

"we haven't spoken properly since halloween and now you're here to kiss me at midnight" god I wish I was sahar she's so brave and cool and fuckin awesome

GASp

WHAF

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

IMOGEN IS WHY SAHAR REALIZED SHE WAS BI

WHAT ZJFLSJFLDJFSLFJDLFJDLFISLFIDLFI

G A S p

OH MY GIC

MICJAEL

MICHAEL

OYMGJ

THRUR ENOT MEETING LIKE TJAT

BRO THATS A MEET CUTE

SPROOOOLLLLDDEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNN

TJR LITTLE SNOWFLAKE

IM NOT

BRO I'M NOT DOING OKAY

TAOELLE

Y'ALL AREN'T HAVING SEX RIGHT AT NEW YEARS DJDKSUFKDJFLDJFLDKF

IMOGEN AND SAHAR???????????

oh my go d

BRO

BRO I'M DYING

NICK AND CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

fuck

yeah I was so right this is probably gonna be my favorite episode of the season

[whimsicalprattler3]

-RANDOM RANDOMING:- Bad part: Now I always try to keep in mind the worst case scenario for anything so I'm somewhat prepared for it when it hits, leads to a lot over overthinking. I tried to sleep at 22:50ish and got into a dream in 5 minutes. I lived a whole new life in the dream and it wasn't a good one. It was me being extremely introverted since my childhood days and managed to make almost no friends, the only loved ones in my life were my grandma, my parents. Then it turns out I've been having a bad day(in the dream) and then I find myself in a car with all my loved ones. We then get into a car crash which kills everyone but me. OFC this wakes me up. Only 50 mins or so have passed(23:40ish). I then avoid sleeping for a bit and sleep early in the morning. Fucking bullshit , the dream resumes from where it ended. I receive the insurance money the next day of the funeral. Then I meet relatives who I can already imagine are drooling after the money. After this it keeps skipping to 1 month later, 3 months later, 6 months later, 1 year later and 3 years later. All the while I've developed trust issues and have not been able to form any new bonds and am basically alone. Finally one day I find a girl who I immediately click with (not romantically btw, just as a good friend and get into her circle too). I finally want to live and be happy, I've got good company, I've started doing a lot better financially too so don't have to rely on the insurance money. Ig it's only a few days since I've met them. Then when I'm on my way back home in my car, happy about how life has changed and overjoyed about my new will to live.... I get into a fucking lethal accident. I don't know who or which car hit me or how I died cause I instantly woke up after that. It took me another 20 mins to process this shit. Fuck them goddamn dreams and people wonder why I'm awake all night. Still I decided to be cheerful with a simple game of luck. I've got around 47 different types of songs all in one playlist and named it 'Fluctuations'. I spot 'Attention' by Charlie Puth in the middle of the playlist. I go, "I'll click 'Shuffle Play' and if that song plays, things will get worse today, if it's any other songs I'll do my best to cheer up." I click 'Shuffle Play' and ISTG it plays 'Attention' by Charlie Puth. WHAT ARE THE FUCKING CHANCES, I'll tell you it's 2.0833% , that how much luck was required to fuck me over. Then I proceeded to go to my classes and meet with friend, turns out she's in the next class and as I'm about to enter the class I get a full on flashback of the dream which makes me wanna not enter the class anymore cause it's not really pleasant. And turns out the universe is not done fucking me. When I reached the centre the lyrics were , "Cause every time I open up, it hurts So I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt" When I'm about to enter the door and the flashback plays it went; "But I'm just a tourist to you" and it was the end of the song. This song played after the above one. I decide to shuffle I decide to start the playlist again and start walking to my class and take some time off instead and this fucking stroke of luck , MY FUCKING GOD.... It goes, "I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes) No way that you'll see me cry (no way that you'll see me cry)" I almost lost my last shred of sanity. I was about to throw hands with air. [GOOD ENDING IN COMMENTS]

[cakepoppresent]

Call Me Grams 3

* In the kitchen*

Mariah: The first time you brought a girl home. You must like her a lot

Vaughn: ...You can say that

Mariah: I hope you're serious about her Vaughn. She seems like a very sweet girl

Vaughn: She is grams...she is

Mariah: You aren't your father. You need to do better and if you are serious about Miss Veronica, you need to BE better.

Vaughn stays quiet, it's been on his mind for a while, and he knows Veronica can do better. Someone who knows what they want to do in the future someone determined. It doesn't help that he approached Veronica with less than-great intentions. He doesn't know where he stands anymore. He wants Veroinca close but he knows he doesn't deserve it

Vaughn: I know Grams don't worry

Mariah: Good. I want to hear good news only. Now let's eat

Dinner goes great, the room is filled with laughter and Mariah's attention is all on Veroinca asking her question after question. Brooklyn also tries to embarrass Vaughn whenever she can. Before they know it, it is dark outside and Brooklyn suggests they stay the night

Mariah doesn't give them a chance to argue. Vaughn takes veroinca to his room so they can get ready for bed. They shower and lay in bed together

Veronica: Your grandma is really sweet

Vaughn: Yea she's the best, I don't know what I would do without her and my cuz is a pain in my ass

Veronica: What about your dad?

Vaghun stays quiet he hates his dad. It's a shame his mom had to die and not that bastard

Vaughn: He is in San My

Veronica: Doesn't sound like you guys are close at all

Vaughn: Not at all he is a bitch

Veronica: Always bringing up bad feelings. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to

Vaughn places his hands softly on Veroinca's face. He hates his dad so much. A weak man with no backbone and no morals. Being related by blood is probably the worst thing to happen to Vaughn

Vaughn: He's the reason my mom died...she was sick and needed money for surgery and treatment but Grams didn't have that kind of money. We asked him to help us out but he wouldn't even give us the time of day. Just a bastard who listens to only his mother. By the time we were able to get some funds, it was too late...she had passed. That bastard didn't even attend her funeral. The next time we saw him was when I was in high school. He was asking to take me back to San Myshuno since his current wife couldn't give him a son. He's a piece of shit and you don't ever have to worry about him. Not Ever.

Veroinca moves out of Vaughn's embrace and cradles his head in her chest

Veronica: Im sorry Vaughn your dad fucking sucks" Vaughn hugs her back

Vaughn: Yea the fucking worst

Talking about his father always makes him want to throw up, he hates that man so much. But talking to Veronica in her arms calms him down, he feels so secure and warm in her arms that he doesn't want her to let go. He doesn't want to ever let go.

Previous - Next

[wrenrogue]

Generally Canon Compliant Kuroken AU where they end up going to the same university. They also see each other as nothing but friends and somehow were able to became roommates. One night, Kuroo drags Kenma to a party.

It's all good for the most part, but then some of the party goers are like "let's play some high school party games for the nostalgia!!" and so they do, and of course the first one is "seven minutes in heaven" and kuroo and kenma are the lucky bastards to be chosen to go first.

They both sheepishly shuffle themselves into the closet, Kuroo being like, "hahah guys we're friends this is weird nothing will happen," before they get locked in. In the closet, both boys are a bit awkward about things, both wondering if anything will happen and after 30 seconds, Kuroo finally speaks. "So, how should we approach this?"

Kenma stays quiet for a bit and then goes, "I don't mind actually going through with it, we're friends, what's the worst that can happen?"

"I dunno Kenma, you might traumatize me by being a bad kisser"

"You say that like you're any better."

"How do you know my kissing skill level?"

"Kuro, you've only kissed one (1) girl in your whole life and that was your grandma"

"All I'm hearing is that you wanna challenge me to a kiss-off"

"Fine, best kisser wins something."

"If I win, you will stop playing video games at 3am on blast and actually sleep"

"And if I win, you will clean the whole apartment for an entire month without my help and without blasting marina and the diamonds"

"Not Marina!"

"I said what I said"

"Fine, you're gonna lose anyway"

So they get closer to each other and they're chest to chest (?) when-

"Kuro, you have to lean down I can't reach your face"

"Oh right, gotta help the little guy someti-OW, was that kick to my shin really necessary?"

"Yes."

"You're so romantic, Kenma. I'm falling in love already"

"Please don't, that would be a nightmare."

"Agreed, I would hate to fall in love with slouchy mcgee"

"Just lean down and fucking kiss me already you gee-" Kenma never has the chance to let go of that last voiceless velar plosive because Kuroo has effectively leaned down and caught Kenma's lips in a soft kiss. He's stunned at first, but then Kenma closes his eyes and kisses back, or at least they stay connected, but don't actually move their lips.

Kuroo is the one to break the kiss. "That one sucked, we can do better." Kuroo says before cornering Kenma and leaning down again, this time Kenma is more prepared and kisses Kuroo back with more intensity, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Their lips glide against each other as Kuroo places his hands on Kenma's hips. Kenma's giving it his all and so is Kuroo, because they cannot lose to the other dammit. Kenma bites on Kuroo's bottom lip and Kuroo thinks, why the fuck not, and opens up his mouth just a bit, which Kenma immediately takes as the okay for him to slip his tongue in.

They have never french kissed anyone before, so theyre kinda not sure what theyre doing, but they're eager to one-up the other so they keep kissing to the best of their ability. Kuroo gets bold and gives Kenma a butt squeeze as he nibbles on his lip and shut up, Kenma did not moan, that was probably some cat outside, he swears.

Kenma wants payback as he drags his fingers through Kuroo's surprisingly soft hair, tugging it, Kuroo groans and Kenma takes advantage of this and pulls again, because he can't lie, that was pretty hot.

They're very much into their snogfest and they don't notice when someone opens the closet door and exposes them to everyone outside. It isn't until someone awkwardly coughs that they stop and come back to the mortal realm.

They immediately break up and are like "good time, it's time for us to leave, bye" and rush out. They are mortified for many reasons but mostly because they were kinda into the sloppy makeout session they just had, and also because they don't know who won the bet. They get home and are like, "haha yeah that happened, we should talk about it tomorrow"

Tomorrow comes and they sit across from each other on their lil kitchen table.

"So"

"So."

10 minutes pass as they twiddle their thumbs, UNTIL-

"Um, so should we just leave it as a draw?"

Kenma, not wanting to think about how he really liked kissing Kuroo is like "Uh, okay, yeah."

They try to go back to normal as best they can and treat each other like usual for the most part, but they're both kinda thinking about kissing the other 95% of the time. Kuroo would be like, "this pillow is so soft" and his mind would provide, "just like Kenma's soft pouty lips." And Kenma would stare at Kuroo's hair and think about how he would groan if Kenma tugged just right.

They were having lunch at some random restaurant one day and while Kuroo was digging into his ravioli, Kenma was thinking, was Kuroo actually attractive this whole time??? Likewise, Kuroo was like Was Kenma always this cute???, when he walked into Kenma scarfing down a bag of cool ranch doritos.

It got worse as the days passed to the point that their usual routine of bickering and slap fights were replaced with "sorry, I didn't mean to brush my elbow against your elbow, I will try not to think about how nice and soft your skin felt against mine, since that's scandalously lewd of me" and "I was not breathing in your general direction, I swear. I'm not a pervert!"

The last straw was when kenma woke up after having a wet dream about kuroo and had the epiphany that "I'm fucking Gay for Kuro why does god hate me so much????" He decides to talk to his bestie about it the next morning because this was going too far.

Kuroo, like usual, was making breakfast by the stove and noticed how tense kenma was as soon as he appeared in the kitchen. "Is everything okay, you look more tired than usual?"

"Kuro, we need to talk."

"Talk about what? Did something happen?"

Kenma sighs as he sits on the kitchen counter. He wanted to look relaxed enough so that kuroo wouldn't worry.

"Kenma, you're worrying me. What did you need to talk to me about?" because of course Kuroo would not fall for Kenma's antics.

Kenma took a deep breath. It's now or never. "Kuro..."

"Yeah?"

"I think..."

"Go on"

"I think I...hmm..."

"Use your words, kenma"

"Shut up I'm trying"

"Sorry."

"I think..."

"You sure do think a lot"

"Kuro, I swear to god-"

"I'm sorry, I'll stop, I swear"

Kenma glares at kuroo for a minute and then takes another deep breath. "I think...I like you," he says, immediately hiding behind his hair. He shuts his eyes and waits for Kuroo's reaction and he hopes to everything that is holy that he doesn't regret what he just did.

"Kenma, hey." He feels a hand brushing his hair away from his face, but he refuses to open his eyes. "Kenma, it's okay, look at me." Kuroo speaks so softly that kenma decides to look at his friend. He's holding on to the counter so intensely that he feels his fingers hurting.

When he looks at his friend, he's taken aback by how tenderly Kuroo is looking at him.

Kuroo gently cups Kenma's cheek with his hand, ghosting his thumb against his lips. "I think I like you too," He confesses.

Kenma stays silent, processing what kuroo had just said. Everything seems to click into place as they stare at each other in their kitchen, no thoughts, heads empty, just gay.

"Should we do something...about it?" Kenma finally says.

Kuroo shivers at how Kenma's lips brush against his thumb. "I think so...yeah."

They lean forward and their lips meet once again, but this time, it wasn't for a bet. Their feather light kisses eventually became a bit more eager, a bit more passionate. Kuroo found himself in between Kenma's legs in an attempt to get closer to him on the counter.

Kuroo had moved on to leaving open mouthed kisses up the column of Kenma's neck, while kenma had his hands up Kuroo's shirt, when they smelled smoke.

"Oh fuck, the bacon!" Kuroo immediately turned around to turn off the stove, leaving kenma kiss bruised and a bit disoriented.

"Fuck, fuck, the bacon didn't make it."

"Kuro."

"Oh god, why didn't the fire alarm go off. There's so much smoke."

"KURO" Kuroo stopped to look at kenma.

"Yeah?"

"Open a window, we can make more bacon, and I'd rather we continue where we left off."

Kuroo looked surprised at Kenma's boldness, but then his bastard energy kicked in and a smug grin appeared on his face. "You want me that bad, huh?"

"Yes."

"Kenma, I'm the one that's supposed to be smooth," Kuroo says, definitely NOT blushing.

"Just get over here and kiss me already."

"Only because you want me so bad."

"I'm having regrets."

"You don't mean that."

"I wish I did."

"You don't mean that either."

"Kuro, I'm waiting."

"You're so hot when you're bossy"

"Kuro-"

Kenma never finishes his thought and he's okay with that as long as Kuroo keeps kissing him, and Kuroo isn't one to disappoint.

[danpovenmire]

An episode where its canon that phineas and ferb built the time machine used in infinty war. Bonus if they also meet tony and he just goes" wtf"

Who the fuck is Tony? Why would you think any character on my show is allowed to say “wtf?” I think I have a cavity in the lower right side of my mouth. That’s going to be so upsetting if I have to have a dental procedure. For one, I don’t have the funds to comfortably spend on dental care. Secondly, I hate the mere idea of having a root canal. Are root canals for cavities? Regardless, I don’t think I can survive this. This is going to be the worst moment of my life if it turns out to be a cavity. I had them frequently when I was younger (1971-1979). I don’t remember how they were fixed back then but maybe that is for the best. I brush three to four times a DAY. This should not be happening to me! Sure, I am guilty of not flossing as frequently as Diane the Hygienist wants me to. The pain has subsided drastically since I began writing this. Is that a good sign? Or does the pain come and go? Whatever. All that matters is spending the rest of my evening with my favorite Youtube Video: 10 Hours of Windows 3D Maze. I could get lost spiritually for all 600 minutes of this video. Once the final second of the video hits, I return to this plane of existence with a renewed and refreshed perspective on all that surrounds me. There is nothing better than this experience. Well, maybe Supermarket Sweep re-runs. Or extra done steak, burnt to a crisp. Or the smell of the moon. Or a hug from my neighbor 5 houses down and his grandma. Or designing Mario self-inserts. Or getting lost in the eyes of a stranger on the bus to work in the morning. Or kissing a crow on the head. Or proofing a Funko Pop design of yourself, a Tiktok STAR. Or meeting bail requirements. Or finally facing your fears of the ghost that haunts your shed. Or watching an Adam Sandler cinematic masterpiece. Or successfully forgetting the New Years Resolution you made in January. Or receiving a… why am I listing all of this? Anyways, today is a national holiday. Please go celebrate and stop sending me shit like this - I am DONE with the MCU crossovers! Goodnight!

[spiciestmarinara]

I finished ‘Incidents Around the House’ and while I compare the set up and stuff under the 80/100 page mark to how I felt watching Skinamarink (My favorite ‘child tormented by unknowable evil’) , the rest of the book feels like any Conjuring/Paranormal Activity/Child Is Haunted movie.

(Spoiler review under the cut)

I think I did like Bela being the character the reader is tethered to, kids do notice things and make connections adults don’t. I really enjoyed times where she said or thought something that she isn’t aware is funny, very little kid behavior. But- I didn’t completely buy how she was handling all these things happening to her, every time an adult character was like “you’re so strong your so brave” I was like “she kind of the cameraman, there is no writing her out of the scene without taking us with her so she has to be here”, you know?

The otherworldly description of Other Mother and her strange powers were perfect for a “boogeyman” and I would reread descriptive scenes trying to capture what she would look like in my mind.

All that said- maybe a shorter story with way less emphasis on the parents would have been better. I don’t understand the purpose of all the running around for about three days and then going back to the house anyway. I know the idea was to wear the family down and make them feel isolated and alienated, but it felt like the author had very distinct scenes and scares he wanted to do and it would have gotten silly if it was all in one location.

The only good thing we get from this scrambling was Grandma Ruth and she really was The Best Adult. (Also, I would have totally kept Brian because there’s something so funny and infuriating about the idea of a ghost hunter who fucking leaves the moment he’s satisfied with having “seen and touched one”. )

Here I deleted about three paragraphs about Russ and Ursula- especially Ursula. I don’t think I hated her, maybe I’m impatient because I didn’t understand why the whole cheating storyline with her was in the book at all or worth the time spent on it. Having a flawed mother who may or may not have been the cause of this haunting would have been really good, almost Babadook-esque, but the author goes out of his way to emphasize that revealing all this information did nothing and telling Bela who her real father was didn’t work.

I don’t know how old the parents are supposed to be read as but they are hot messes together and apart. Because we’re following Bela, there were a lot of times their moods or attitudes towards each other would shift and it felt like it didn’t always make sense. Again, I can see this being a stronger short story with the parents only being passing figures- maybe keeping some of the memories Bela has with them to emphasize the idea of a ‘nature vs nurture’ angle in her approach to Other Mother.

I’m not someone who shys away from a bleak ending, again see mention of Skinamarink above, but it truely felt like I just read one little girl have a terrible week and then get spirited away- quite literally- after finally giving into this monsterdemonghost.

I’m not even sure who I would recommend this book to because the parts that work (ie Bela and Other Mother) really work and the ones that don’t slow down the whole experience. It’s still not the worst thing I read this year, but my idea of checking out Josh Malerman’s other works might be out of the back burner for a while.

[lostacelonnie]

True but thats like. Part of the charm almost. All the issues. Yeah thankfully the days are lengthening again & the terrible holiday season has finally passed, which made me. So tired. Hence my response delay. Yeah they should chill but im glad that the last bit was. Easy for you? I was around my family for like. A day. & it was exhausting i can only imagine what a week takes out of you. I wish more americans were like that some guy tried to talk to me a bit at the theater yesterday when i went to see godzilla minus one & it was exhausting. Also funny story everyone at my work was so exhausted last week i said something in spanish to my co worker from el salvador & he completely did not understand because of exhaustion. Oh that pretty cool. I had to learn so that i wasn't like. Having sandwiches & ramen all the time & now im trying to find time to make my own bread so like. Slippery slope. But yeah knowing a few recipes is always a good idea. Thats always the best, having friends who are chill with quiet. Does anyone have a good school? I will believe in the process because star rail is also giving me that pain with argenti's story quest & ruan mei's swarm thing. Ah okay so antimatter legion but less controlled in a way. Oh so thats what herscherr means. How come some have like multiple herscherr forms if ive seen right? Entymology is very interesting i love it. I sure need to remember traces & such more i keep forgetting. & it shows in my multi target dps characters. Worlds worst wingwoman indeed i love her. Cant wait to get further into it & see more claire. Roguelikes are a lot of fun i enjoy them greatly. I thought they would annoy me but hades proved me wrong. Noita sounds fun ill check it out at some point. Himeko mvp of all time she better survive penacony. Whoa that's a lot of seele lore. I love her damn. Explains her a bit in star rail too. What with sea of quanta, themes of death, scythe as a weapon. Also cocolia connection. And bronya really went hard for seele damn i love her too. Are her legs being broken why she like. Uses something to hover in the game? Have any other bronya facts? Or mei? Im glad your polish post radar works so well.

it really is ADHFGLSKFKG. and god yeah FINALLY. also happy new year!!!!!! very late but still!!!!!! this was my first week back in school after the holidays [well. actually it was Two Days] but im already tired. aooougugh. but oh well! GOD. my family In General is like. Fine. i really dont mind them. but i have to stay with my grandma who is just impossible to coexist with...... luckily my mom allowed me to mostly just hang out in our room and not interact with her that much since she shares my opinion. and augh that sounds. Irritating. i enjoy being left the fuck alone. AHDKKS it really is like that........ on wednesdays we have 8 am classes with the one teacher we have that speaks Exclusively spanish so we often do a irl co op mission with the entire group if we wanna convey like literally any message to her. and oh understandable!!! im probably gonna end up the same way sjfkgj. my mom never really taught me to cook since she doesnt like to do it [which, i get it] but i personally really enjoy the process so well see how that goes. AND FOR REAL i genuinely do not believe theres such thing as a good school. or even a Normal school. also fairrrrrr i actually returned to star rail for ruan mei [<- not immune to Pretty Autistic Women] and also had trouble with the swarm boss...... actually made me update my clara build. can you believe this. but tbh i havent done argentis quest yet and im fully spoiler free so im gonna see how that goes JDJGKKSJG. and yeah!! and with multiple herrscher forms its like. usually people obtain multiple herrscher forms either in like. change in belief? approach? which lets them harness other parts of their power [or add new ones], like in the case of HoFlamescion or HoTruth; merge [HoRimestar]; or find a new external source of their power [CE HoOrigin, HoFinality]. but i dont believe its ever explained in Detail so yeah. but generally, the power of a herrscher is stored in their herrscher core, so obtaining multiple cores can give people multiple authorities [like in the case of sirin]. but as i said, typical Honkai Confusion. ETYMOLOGY IS SUPER FUN YEAH...... and for real. if manaria has 1000 fans i am one of them if manaria has 1 fan its me against the world if manaria has no fans i am dead. noita IS fun but i should warn you youre not gonna get anywhere without external guidance. i mean. Maybe you will but its gonna be frustrating as hell and near impossible. its that kind of game. but the fanbase knows that and is actually very helpful!!! solving this games secrets is a team effort. as of right now i have 63h in and 2 wins [got one today, actually! congrats, me.] but i rec it heavily. its fun. AND YES GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HI3 FANS SCARED ARE FOR HSR HIMEKO. they cant take her from us again............ AND YES SEELE. I LOVE SEELE. its actually canon she has a kind of "you are not immune to seele" aura that makes people unable to say no to her bc of just how much of a lovely person she is. and yes that is the reason bronya floats around ingame!!! AND WELL. due to the fact that bronya and mei are both a part of the Main Trio, telling you. literally Any amount of lore about them would take me way too fucking long. and im so sorry but im just mentally unable to do that. and thank you o7 polska gurom ‼‼‼‼💯💯💥🔥💥‼💯🔥💥

[corndoggod]

Tony’s Best and Worst Bachelor Parties

Tony Dano was telling a story about how one of his boys brought his dad to his own bachelor party. The dad tried to keep up: he freestyle rapped, hit on girls, took shots and drugs and his own doctor-prescribed pills. He ended up drunk as a skunk, pants around his ankles, falling on the stairs. “I see your dad’s balls,” Tony heard from the kitchen.

Was that the worst bachelor party you’d been to?

No the worst one was earlier this month in Nashville. I ate shit on a scooter in front of like 200 people on the busiest street - people waiting in line for the club and shit - and here I am wiped out, high noons skittering across the street. Worst part was I was wearing cowboy boots and when I was flat on my back, both boots up in the sky, I knew I made a horrible, horrible mistake.

A cop walked up to me, “you’re done,” was all he said. I gathered the high noons and walked the last few blocks to the Airbnb and the crowd was all like “oooof you ok” “ya I’m good” “you sure hon. Looked real bad.”

Nashville is all cover bands and they all play the same ten songs -- Sweet Caroline, Zombie -- but Zombie was actually sick. We spent six hours in one bar and I was in the second row pounding beers drunk off my mind saying “let’s go” every once in a while. I was having a real connection with the lead singer. He’d point at me and I’d say let’s go. He’d walk around a little bit on stage, but he always pointed back at me.

My one friend there, the only guy I really knew, was dancing with this 75-year-old woman and whispering shit in her ear. I saw this look in his eye and knew this man was on a mission. He left soon after. I didn’t see him go, but he didn’t leave with the grandma. I got a massive amount of halal food and went home with this guy to go smoke a blunt and watch YouTube. We see my boy there and he looks surprised to see us and then goes back to his room; he doesn’t hang out with us at all.

I wake up on the couch at 630am and hear him saying, “I’m such a fucking idiot I ruined my life.”

But wait how did she find out?

Tony held up his finger and looked over the brim of his octagonal glasses. The girlfriend found out because the girl texted my boy, “thanks for the great sex” like immediately after. But he left his Apple Watch at home and his watch was blowing up from all these texts, so his girlfriend looked and saw this text. She then called the girl and asked if she slept with this man and explained she was his girlfriend. The girl said yes. Then the girlfriend calls Tony’s boy who says he was drunk out of his mind. The girlfriend calls the girl back to confirm, but the girl says he was totally fine.

Was that the first time you’d been to Nashville?

No. The first time I was in Nashville was like five years ago, before I met you, and it was my first bachelor’s party ever and it was the best bachelor’s ever. I got fucking laid.

What would you do for your bachelor’s party?

I wouldn’t have one.

You have to.

I’ve been to too many, seen too much to know better. But if I had to… if I had to I’d rent a house boat on Lake Powell with a little slide and a jacuzzi. I wanna do that even if I die alone.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

Geez, you could've asked! #1's been crabby the last couple weeks.

Okay, so the last week of July, I went to visit my dad's family because my cousin was getting married. While I was gone, Bobby and Kee had to run the shift. (Our HR lady had forgotten that I was going out of town until I reminded her, and she didn't bother arranging for someone to take my place on the shift.)

Apparently they spent the week running the WORST products possible - two days of the extra long, 48" 2 packs (what we did yesterday), then Menard's (with the terrible plastic tabs). By the end of the week they were both like "we're taking Friday off because FUCK THIS."

Anyway, I get back, and #1 has gone from "reliable old lady who's picky about her settings but UNSTOPPABLE once she gets going" to "I only run full rolls and I'll either crease or wad the last 1/3 of EVERY SINGLE ROLL that you put on me. No exceptions."

Explanation:

Okay, so this is how our machines are laid out, looking from the top down. (This is for a line with the heat seal machines, which my shift doesn't run because we don't have enough people, but left of the "Table" it's all the same.

Paper starts on a big roll (top left), goes over-under some rollers, gets sprayed with ink, then into the pleater (gray rectangle with horizontal tubes).

It comes out onto the cutter's table under some skis (light gray) with weights (dark gray) to apply back-pressure against the pleater and keep the paper from popping up in your face.

As it approaches the front of that table (where the slanted rectangle is), the cutter (1st stick figure) grabs it at the ink mark*, sets it on the long blade (bolted into the table), and hits the foot pedal to send the cutting arm with its little wheel across the blade. The wheel presses the paper down onto the blade and the paper cuts! Yay!

*we use UV florescent ink...aka "blacklight ink." And a blacklight lamp. That way, our workers can see where to cut (without counting pleats for every shade) but customers won't have a big visible ink spot on their finished shade.

Then the cutter feeds the cut shade into the tape machine (long conveyor belt with 3 pressure wheels and tape). The tape (HOPEFULLY) applies without jamming, tearing, or wrinkling the shade (...hopefully...), and then when the front of the shade reaches the sensor on the right, it triggers the pistons to push it onto the large table conveyor belt (with tall, dark gray vertical bars to keep the shades compressed).

Then the 2nd worker (standing below Table) packs it into whatever packages we're using that day. For us, it's usually 6 packs or 4 packs. They put the completed boxes in a square rolling cart beside them (not pictured), and the packer (Bobby) grabs them and packs those into larger "masters" aka shipping boxes and stacks those on a pallet. All that happens (on lines 1 and 3, which have a different setup than this pic) above the large conveyor belt. (There's a table for the packer sitting there, with the pallet next to it.)

((Unless you want to hear me rant about the FUCKING heat seal machines, ignore all the faint sketches starting with "tunnel." That's a whole other post.))

Okay!

So, the pleaters can have any NUMBER of interesting (and terrible) problems because they are both complex and old.

(Except for #5, which isn't old but is apparently going through a rebellious punk, "I'll break everything! I'll break my paper! I'll break your will! I'll break MYSELF!" phase. We do not fuck with #5.)

#1 is - again - usually the most reliable. Think of it as that old lady who's in every community (or church) group, chairs every committee, organizes everything, has high standards but is COMPLETELY UNSTOPPABLE and everything would fall apart without her. Like a 90 lb war tank with glasses and a "grandma knows best" attitude.

That's #1.

...until three weeks ago.

Now she's super cranky about her brake pressure - if it's even SLIGHTLY off, she puts lengthwise creases in her paper (so you hang your shade and there's a big vertical crease in it, ew), but if you drop the brake pressure too fast she wads the paper. Or if you have the wrong combination of weights sitting on her skis. (Brake pressure applies pressure to the back of the pleater, weights apply it to the front, and both of them need to be kept in rough correlation with the size of your paper roll - full rolls need more pressure, small rolls need less. Except usually you don't change your weights much from the start to the end of a roll.)

It took us THREE WEEKS to figure out what she wanted.

Starting about 2/3s through the roll, you have to watch the paper VERY CAREFULLY and lower the brake pressure by FIVE (5) psi each time she starts creasing the paper. (Usually you can wait longer and drop it by 10-15 at a time. NOT ANYMORE) If she wads the paper, you have to remove a weight - by the end, we're usually using about half the original weights, which is WEIRD because usually you only remove 1-2 small weights. (Maybe 20% of the total weight, not HALF.)

...and the pleater will still get pissed at some point and wad the hell out of everything, but at least it RUNS most of the paper first.

Oh, and you'll have to adjust her gear box to stop the paper leaning (and then READJUST it back when you put on a new roll, why #1, just WHY).

...and the tape machine is still being a DICK, but it's less of a dick than it was, so I'll take it.

Not saying today sucks, buuuuuuut...it ain't exactly sunshine and roses.

[trin-gvf]

D.R.W - ex's and texts

2.2k words minors DNI

danny x fem!reader

WARNINGS: cheating, unprotected sex, descriptive dirty talk, breeding kink, sending nude pics/vids, over all very much 18+!!

jake cheats on y/n and she goes to her ex for some love

"babe..can you sit down? i need to talk to you." your husband said. you felt your body tell you whatever was to come wouldn't be good. 

"okay..what's wrong?" you said, sitting next to him on a stool in the kitchen.

"mommy, mommy! look at this!" your daughter cecilia said, showing you a doll she had put new clothes on. 

"very pretty, sweetheart! can you go into your room? mommy and daddy need to talk." you said, giving her a soft kiss to her forehead. she nodded and giggled as she ran back to her array of toys you knew you'd have to clean later. 

"you aren't going to like what im going to say but i need you to hear me out."

"whatever it is, we can work this out. i know we can."

"i had an affair with jordan.."

you felt your stomach drop and you felt like you were about to throw up the dinner you just ate. 

"it was a long time ago and it was right after i had that injury. my knee. and i couldn't do any shows and i was depressed and i was angry-"

you looked away from him. you didn't know how long you could hold yourself together if you were looking at him. 

"and one night-..well you and i, we just got into this huge argument and i found myself in my hometown." 

you couldn't believe your ears. you wanted to believe this was all a bad dream and that you'd wake up with everything being okay. that it wouldn't be real.

"and i found myself back in our neighborhood..my old neighborhood with my old girlfriend. it felt like my old self. a rockstar."

you felt your eyes start to water. 

"the rockstar everyone cheered for and im sorry. i'm so sorry. it only happened one time and-and i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner." 

you barely registered his words.

"look…i know this is a lot and i realize that..um- the only way i could fix this, the only way i can fix this is if i- if i was completely honest with you." he finally finished his talk with you. it took you a moment but you decided to speak up. 

"youre such a fucking coward. do you know that? the only reason you're telling me this now is because danny's back in town. isn't that it, jacob?" 

he lowered his head, trying to avoid eye contact with you the best he could. 

"hooking up with her brought up feelings from the past and you couldn't handle it. you know what? screw you! because our perfect family ended the day you betrayed us."

you saw a new look of guilt wash over his face. 

"i-i havent been with her or even seen her the day since. i promise."

"up until today that might've meant something." you said quietly, not trusting your voice with how close the tears were to falling down your face. you walked out of the kitchen. to do what? you weren't sure. 

"y/n wait. please y/n-" he said, starting to walk towards you. 

"you know what, jake? the worst part isn't even that you had an affair, it's that you had to go to jordan to feel whole again?" your body finally gave in and the tears started flowing down your face. 

"not me? your wife? the mother of your child?" you shook your head. 

"god! who else loved you more than anything in the world?"

"i dont- i don't know…i'm going to fix this. i promise. i can talk to cecilia-"

"you know what? you have done more than enough, jacob. I'LL talk to our daughter." you walked away, trying to rid your tears before you entered your daughters room. 

you took a deep breath before opening the door. 

"hi mommy!!" 

"hi baby!" you said, flashing her a smile. you took a seat on the floor, pulling her into your lap.

"mommy is going to stay at grandma's for a couple of days, okay, love?" 

"how come?" she looked up at you with confusion. 

"grandma isn't feeling too good right now and mommy needs to go help her." 

your daughter nodded with a gasp. 

"go mommy! grandma needs to get better!"

you laughed at her little voice and her bright eyes. 

"I'll be back in a few days, be good for daddy, yeah?" 

she nodded and agreed to be good for her father. 

you left her room after giving her a big hug and a couple kisses to her little cheeks before going into your room to pack a bag for your clothes. 

after you grabbed about a week's worth of clothes you passed jake, who was still sitting in the kitchen. 

"I'm going to a friends. i told cecilia i'd be at my moms. i'll be back in a couple days."

"y/n please!" 

"i don't have time for this jacob." was the last thing you said before walking out and taking a seat in your car. you silently scrolled through your phone, looking for anyone who would console and hug you in the moment. 

your motions stopped when you hit a certain contact. 

"danny." you contemplated for a second before tapping on it, calling the number. 

ring…

ring...

ri-

"hello?"

"hi danny.."

"y/n? you sound sad…are you okay?"

"i-um…can i come over?" 

"yeah! yeah come on over" his voice was always full of love, no matter who you were to him.

you thanked him endlessly before driving the 25 minutes to his house. as you pulled into his driveway, your tears were replaced with fiery anger. you knocked on daniels door, hoping it wouldn't be awkward when you saw each other. 

the last time you saw daniel was at a party joshua threw, jacobs twin. it was a couple of weeks ago but there was nothing more exchanged other than a little "hi" and a brief "how are you?" 

he was your ex and you prayed to god this was the right decision to do. you got snapped out of your thoughts as danny opened the door. 

"hi, y/n..come in, please" his voice sounded concerned, taking no time to invite you inside his home.

you walked in, taking the warm smell that hit you. 

"jake and i broke up..he told uh- he told me he cheated and i had nowhere else to go-" he didn't give you time to speak the rest of your story, taking you into a tight hug. he embraced your body in his, one of his arms around your head, caressing your hair. 

"it's okay, you don't have to tell me just yet. i have the space for you. anytime."

you didn't know how he did it but he always read your mind. often times you wondered if you married the wrong man. you looked up at him, watching his warm brown eyes scan your face while he softly wiped your tears. 

"don't cry, pretty thing." his voice was so calming, so reassuring. something you hadn't felt with jake in god knows how long. 

you didn't know what came over you but you stood on your tippy toes and gave his lips a soft kiss. his eyes fluttered closed as did yours. his arms fell around to your waist, pulling you in closer. 

when you pulled away, you both left your mouths open, silently gasping. you started racking your brain for a reaction in his face, your eyes flickering against one anothers. 

"danny, i-" before you knew it, his lips were against yours once more. what started as a small peck turned into more, your hands were around his neck and he was pushing your pelvic bones into his. 

he started to walk you to his bedroom, bodies still connected, trying his best not to shove you into a wall or corner of an entrance way.

he pulled away, opening the door to his bedroom.

"i've wanted. this. for so. fucking long." he said between breaths you backed up against his bed until your calves hit up against it. 

he pulled away from your lips one more time before asking you

"are you sure? are you sure you want this?"

"yes, please danny." you nodded as you sat down on the bed. he slowly laid you back and climbed on top of you, slowly whispering in your ear. 

"then why don't we show him what he messed up, hm?"

you nodded as he spoke the idea. he kissed down your neck, to your stomach, slowly down to the hem of your pants. he toyed with your pants, biting the waist of it, barely lifting them up. after enough messing around, you pushed your hips up, them hitting his chin.

"danny please" 

you guessed your whines did enough for him as he slowly pulled down your pants, leaving you in your panties. 

he slowly brought a thumb over your clothed clit and drew little circles around it. your face became red with a blush.

he pulled your panties off, showing off how wet you had gotten within the little time you had been with each other.

"you're so pretty, love." he said as he softly licked along your pussy, getting it ready for what he was about to do. 

"take my phone baby, send him a video." he said, taking his phone out of his back pocket and handing it to you. 

you gushed at the thought of it. showing jake what he would be missing. 

as you unlocked his phone, slowly opening danny's camera, selecting the video option. you hadn't noticed he lost his shirt while in process. his tan shoulders that were littered with sun kissed freckles looked so beautiful in the light the room was providing. he slowly started licking against your clit, licking it every couple moments. 

you started to record, putting your hand in his dark brown curls, pushing them away from his face. it showed off his eyes, staring up at you as he worked hard on your cunt. 

you finished the 30 second clip before your shaky hands sent the clip to jake. you threw the phone down on the bed and let danny do his thing, not needing it to be pretty for a video.

your moans instantly got louder, using both your hands now to push danny's face into your pussy.

"fuck danny you're so much better." you cried out. 

he moaned in agreement as he started to fuck you with his tongue. his nose hitting your clit as you got closer to falling off the edge and into an orgasm.

your thighs started to shake as he grabbed your waist, pulling you back in closer.

you gripped his hair harder than before, riding out the white pleasure bursting within you onto his face.

he pulled away, taking a couple deep breaths. when he stood up, his hard on wasn't hidden very well through his sweatpants. your mouth almost dropped when you saw him pull his cock out. 

did it get bigger? no. 

did it? is that possible? no fucking way. 

"don't be surprised baby, i fucked you plenty of times."

he looked down and slowly spit on his dick, rubbing it on his cock. he rubbed the tip of it in between your folds, collecting the wetness on the very top of his dick.

he slowly slid his cock into you, grabbing his phone once again. the moment you were stretched enough, he started to thrust into your cunt. as you were gripping the sheets, he grabbed his phone once more for the night, he sped up his hips, making your moans closer together and make them louder. he turned the flash on and recorded a video, you couldn't tell how long it was, but you could only guess to who he was sending it to. 

he threw his phone on the bed next to you, placing his hands on either side of your head. he grunted as he snapped his hips against yours. he placed rough kisses aside your neck, down to your shoulders then finally your tits. 

he licked around the bud, softly sucking it as you both inched closer to finishing.

"gunna fill your pretty womb with my cum." he mumbled out against your skin. 

"god- fuck! danny please keep going" you at this point were fucking against his cock, helping with the oncoming orgasms. 

"my cock fits your cunt so. fucking. well." 

as he got closer to your ear, his words got quieter and became more of a growl.

"should've been me fucking my kids into your stomach. watching them spill out the second my cock leaves your tight pussy" 

his words toppled over you and pushed you into a crazing orgasm. thank god danny didn't have any roommates, they no doubt would've heard your desperate crying for danny's cock.

when you both came down, you ran your hand through his curls, feeling his heart beat against your chest.

"let me take one more picture, babydoll." you nodded, whining when he pulled out after grabbing his phone. 

he snapped a picture of his cum dripping out of you, sending it to your ex husband. 

he collected his cum that was dripping onto the bed and slowly placing them into your mouth. you gladly sucked the cum off his fingers.

after you cleaned up in his bathroom, you laid on his bare chest, watching him check jacobs texts. 

jake: bro??? you fucked my wife???

danny: does it matter? and ex wife btw

jake: yes it fucking does, daniel

danny: i fucked the girls heart you broke.

jake: fuck you daniel. 

read at 8:28pm

you slowly fell asleep in dannys arms, trying your best to forget just for a day what your ex husband did. 

[davyjoneslockr]

okay i need to know. what would your take on modern au/high school fugio be. OBVIOUSLY naramis too

Yes yes okay so. If you don’t mind me derailing this slightly, I do have a modern college AU that’s been living in my brain for years but I haven’t written anything for. I have little storylines for like all the JJBA characters but obviously Fugio and Naramis are there.

So all the Joestars are like. Extended family. Cousins mostly and some of them are siblings. They’re also distantly related to Giorno, and nobody knows how, but Jolyne and Josuke think he’s cool so they figure he must be alright, even if he’s also a Brando somehow. The Joestar and Brando family trees are very complicated.

Giorno goes to college to study like. Biology. Probably with minors in entomology and zoology. And besides his distant relatives (who he’s not that close to yet), he doesn’t know anyone because he doesn’t exactly have any friends. Then, at orientation, he meets Bucciarati, who’s his RA. He says he knows Giorno’s roommate, Mista, an upperclassman he was randomly placed with, and once the school year starts, he meets him and the rest of the World’s Worst Friend Group.

Fugo is a sophomore who skipped a grade back in K-12 and went to college a year early, so he’s in the same year as Narancia and Mista. He’s also an honors student, pre-law, math minor, and absolutely at his fucking limit. He was originally going to go to this super prestigious university, but when he was there for orientation/some research he’d already started, backstory stuff happens. Only difference is that his grandma is still alive, and she takes him in after his family disowns him. His admission is rescinded from that school, so he goes to The School All The Main Characters Are At instead. Narancia’s his roommate and is pulling the Best Strat Ever by majoring in aerodynamics/aerospace engineering while being dogshit at math (but not really – he’s actually quite good at it, but finds traditional teaching methods/curriculum hard to follow, so Fugo has to help translate certain things into Narancia Language). I haven’t really decided on Mista’s major lol, but he and Giorno quickly become besties and get along well as roommates – except for the fact that like. There’s an almost definite line between Giorno’s side of the room, which is pristine and orderly, and Mista’s, which is a disaster and could definitely use some air freshener.

Naramis Fugio timeline is like: Torture Trio’s freshman year, before Giorno (and Trish) join the group, Fugonara happens. They break up and quickly learn why people say not to date your roommate. Drama ensues. Mista’s sort of stuck in between it. Being vague bc I might write a fic about this someday. They reconcile eventually and all is well.

Mista and Narancia have always been close, but towards the end of freshman year and into that summer, they start getting really close. Like, having a whole encyclopedia of inside jokes and cuddling during movie nights close. But they’re not dating, and they’re very insistent about the “no homo” thing. This is a charade. They have massive crushes on each other.

Giorno develops a crush on Fugo pretty quickly. Only Mista knows about it. He thinks it’s hilarious. The gang goes out to parties a lot, so I’m thinking of some Man in the Mirror fight parallel that’s like. Stereotypical Rowdy College Party Gets Broken Up By The Cops thing, and Giorno and Fugo get into some wacky hijinks to escape without getting caught, and once they’re safe and the adrenaline dies down and they’re just laughing over how ridiculous it was, Fugo has a moment where he’s like. Holy shit. He’s cool. Oh shit I think I like him.

Naramis gets together partway through first semester. Nobody is surprised. Fugo keeps getting kicked out of his room so Narancia and Mista can make out and/or watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl for the 100th time without listening to him complain. He always ends up hanging out with Giorno, whether that’s in the library, the local coffee shop, the campus flower gardens, or his room. Silly dramatic slowburn romance ensues. Stupid college shenanigans with the gang also ensue. Really this AU is just a set of scenes in my head that are all just dumb hijinks and stuff. Maybe when I’m done with the Mista fic, I’ll put it on my to-do list and write a oneshot or two.

[memes-saved-me]

My mom tells this story about how she (~17yo) and my aunt (~14yo) got into a HUGE fight one time over a fucking hair straightener when my grandma wasn’t home. And like they were going at each other, no holding back. My mom bashed my aunt’s head into the coffee table and my aunt broke my mom’s nose type of fighting. And when my grandma gets home, to an absolute mess and bloody everywhere? They deadass looked her in the eyes and said “We were playing Power Rangers.”

Now, years later? They are best friends, like call each other every other day just to vent. It just got me thinking about how people shit on Billy and Max's relationship, which has a lot more conflict and manipulation from Neil than my family's did... Maybe some siblings got along like Jonathan and Will, but I really think they play up the shit between them because they're so dead set on hating Billy? It makes me so frustrated idk

Oof now that's a fight lol. Me and my sister can be both. We're 4 years apart and let me tell you the physical fights we used to get into growing up were rough. To this day we'll still find ourselves standing with our nails digging into eachother's arms or legs waiting for the other to give up and let go. I've got bruises from that shit. Smacks, punches, kicks and all sorts we still do at 21 and 17 over stupid things and my mother doesn't know the half of it.

But then we're like Jonathan and Will where we're best friends and talk about anything and everything. This can even be the case minutes after hitting eachother. Screaming and cursing eachother out and within an hour we're watching TV.

I truly believe sibling relationships are like no other. You live in very close proximity with this person who is almost you in a weird way. You look the same (when biological) and might even act the same because of environmental influences. You see them everyday, sometimes 24/7 and it can be the best or worst thing for some people.

Now throw in abuse or violence from a third party and it goes to hell and really doesn't come back until that is gone.

When I was still in a situation where I was being abused by my father I acted out and she got all the shit. I lashed out when she was around and not even at her but she saw me cry and break down over the smallest shit without knowing why. She luckily didn't get the same treatment from him and for years had no clue why I all of a sudden became a very angry, hotheaded person who could be set off by very little.

Once I got away from that we went back to before it all started. Close and best friends but it wasn't until Billy that I realised what I had done and how I had reacted to abuse. It was then I could apologise to her and finally tell my family what I had been through which led to my mother completely cutting off my father who I thankfully had not seem properly in a long time due to university and lockdown.

People like to ignore how complicated family dynamics can be and become with even the slightest hint of hostility from an authority figure. Billy and Max are both victims of the cycle of abuse and Max only escaped it because Neil left, Billy didn't get that luxury and I mourn the fact he was stuck in that situation until the moment he died