#and even then I was a little pissy for a day and told ex to set her straight

[boxingcleverrr]

also, things that really drive home my neurodivergence: Reality Star: "I could tell she's lying, she's way too calm about this!" Me: "That....that's NOT how you should be when someone says something untrue about you? It's not true, you have no reason to be upset. AM I HUMANING WRONG?! Am I supposed to be shaking and crying about something I literally have no emotions about?"

[barcaatthemoon]

jenni's girl || alexia putellas x reader ||

alexia gets jealous watching you hang around your ex.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead, bottom reader, top alexia

alexia was seething as she watched jenni flirt with you and buy you drinks. she knew that you knew what was going on, and yet, you still let it happen. alexia had pretty royally screwed up earlier in the day by completely dismissing you, but she still hadn't expected you to go running into jenni's arms the moment that you got into the club. especially not with the history surrounding the two of you.

that was why alexia was so scared. both of you had dated jenni, but alexia could see the lasting mark that had on you. sometimes she felt like all you wanted was to go crawling back to the older woman. she did her best not to think about the fact that she had been your rebound for jenni, but when she saw the way you hung off of the other woman's arm, it was impossible.

"has anyone ever told you that you need to relax?" mapi asked as she draped an arm around alexia's shoulder. alexia was quick to shrug it off as she continued to glare at you and jenni. "she wouldn't do that to you. maybe you're getting so upset because you're pro-,"

"i would never!" alexia shouted as she shoved mapi back. mapi's brows furrowed in anger before she stormed off. they were all supposed to be happy and celebrating, but alexia was having a bad enough time to ruin anybody else's night. you glanced away from jenni for the first time in probably 10 minutes to see alexia sitting by herself, obviously upset.

"go to her, but be careful. i wouldn't want to see you get hurt," jenni said. she pressed a kiss to your cheek, which alexia definitely did not miss. she got up from her seat and began to walk towards the exit, completely ignoring you as you followed her. the two of you managed to get outside and to the parking lot before alexia finally turned around to face you.

"i'm surprised you're not back in there with jenni," alexia scoffed. you frowned at her, deeply upset by the accusatory tone that she was using. "come on, i know that you miss her. i know that deep down, you'll always be hers because she had you first."

"it's not a competition like that, alexia. i'm with you because i love you. yes, i love jenni, but as nothing more than a friend now. you two are friends, and i don't act like you are whenever she asks you to hang out, do i?" you crossed your arms over your chest. if alexia wanted a fight, you were more than happy to give it to her. she was acting ridiculous, and there was no way that all of her anger had come from a single interaction between you and a mutual friend.

"prove it. prove to me that you're not jenni's girl anymore," alexia challenged.

"are you serious?" you asked her. alexia's facial expression didn't soften or move at all, giving you your answer. you rolled your eyes as you moved past her to get in the car. alexia was pissy with you on the drive home, ignoring you until the two of you got back home.

you learned just how serious alexia had been in the parking lot whenever the two of you got home. she had a tendency to shut you out a bit whenever she got jealous, but the tension between the two of you had been extremely horny. alexia found a good balance of that in pinning you against the wall and sliding her thigh in between yours while also denying you any sort of softer affection.

she seemed to relish in the desperate little whine you let out after being denied for several kisses. alexia was staring at you with watchful eyes, darkened by the thoughts of all the ways she'd turn you out to prove that you'd do anything for her. she couldn't wait to bend you over every surface in the house to fuck you senseless.

"ale," you pleaded with her after being denied another kiss. you looked up at her with your best puppy dog eyes and pout, which usually would have worked at any other time. you realized that you must have really messed up back at the club if she wouldn't even give you a second look now. "i'm sorry ale. please, just give me a kiss."

"jenni used to kiss you when she fucked you." alexia wasn't asking because she knew how jenni fucked. you let out a whimper as you crumpled against the wall a little. her face softened for a moment as she sighed and pulled you back up to stand straight. "cari?"

you were at a loss for what to do. you had apologized to alexia and tried to explain yourself, but she wasn't listening to you. in that moment, alexia could see the turmoil that she had been causing you. once she had softened, she looked more like your alexia. you had been fine playing things up whenever you knew that she wasn't genuinely pissed at you.

"i'm sorry," alexia apologized as she pressed a kiss to your forehead. you stepped forward into her arms, pushing both of you away from the door. "you have every right to be mad at me for acting like an ass."

"fuck me hard enough to make me forget about you being a dick. better yet, fuck me hard enough to make me forget how jenni used to." alexia looked surprised by the glint in your eyes, but she went along with it anyway. and if she needed a little more motivation, you had it ready on the tip of your tongue. "god, i don't think anybody has ever made me feel that satisfied. she used to fill me up so fucking good ale, i don't think you under-,"

alexia didn't even make it to the bedroom with you. she spun you around and pushed on your shoulders to bend you over the back of the couch. barely half a second passed before you felt alexia's body weight press against yours as she leaned forward to whisper into your ear, "stay right here, just like this. if you move an inch, i'll let you go see if jenni will take your bratty ass back."

you swallowed thickly as alexia backed away from you. she disappeared down the hallway before coming back just a couple of moments later. you wanted to turn your head to look at her, but you didn't doubt that she'd kick you out for the night. there was an edge to her voice, one that came along with a look of anger that you had seen earlier in the night. you knew that you'd be lucky if alexia let you finish by the end of the night.

"color?" alexia asked as she placed her hands on your skirt. you had worn a very short, leather miniskirt out. alexia had been appreciative of it on the car ride there, but not so much once everybody had filled into the club. many of the girls on the team thought that you were attractive and had attempted to get with you in between your relationships with jenni and alexia.

"green," you answered. alexia, thankfully, didn't rip your skirt as she removed it from your body. it was definitely something that she wanted to see you wear again, even if the moment someone else looked at you, she'd get all jealous and grumpy. alexia carefully set the skirt on the couch next to you, just barely in your eyeline.

"i'd mark your ass up, but i think you'd enjoy that a little too much," alexia told you. you knew that was far from the truth. all it had taken for you to decide that you weren't a fan of being spanked was one particularly wild night whenever you had first gotten together with alexia, one that you were surprised she remembered.

"fuck, ale," you moaned as you felt her fingers run over your center. your underwear were still on, but the press of alexia's fingers was anything but gentle. she wanted to make sure that you could feel everything.

"don't worry, i will," alexia promised. she pressed a line of kisses along your back as she slotted herself right up against you. you let out a gasp as you felt the strap-on that she had chosen for the night press against your cunt. alexia smirked with her lips pressed into the crook of your neck. "i just don't think you can handle it just yet. even with all that big talk, i'm not quite sure you could take my new toy."

"new?" you tried to turn your head back to look, but alexia held your neck firmly in place. you let out a whine as you were denied what you wanted, pulling a chuckle from alexia's lips.

"careful, if you keep this attitude up, i'll bring someone around and make you watch," alexia threatened. it was something the two of you had spoken about quite a bit, and despite how into it you were, alexia knew it would drive you wild. "imagine someone who would be good for me like ona getting all of your orgasms and kisses while you have to sit there all by yourself."

your cheeks were flushed and burning as your head was forced down. alexia's free hand came around to tear your underwear open. you were glad that alexia didn't get in moods like this often or else you'd be going broke trying to replace your clothes. she slipped two fingers inside of you slowly, scissoring them to stretch you open before she added a third.

"breathe," alexia instructed. she kept her hands still as she monitored your breathing. you took deep breaths, ones that alexia matched with gentle thrusts of her fingers. "when i take my fingers out, i'm putting the dildo in. it's the last time i'll be gentle for a while, are you ready?"

"wait!" you shouted out before alexia could move her fingers. "can i have a kiss first, please? alexia, it's all that i want."

"after, i promise," alexia said. you let out a little whine, but nodded for her to take her fingers out of you. she stayed true to her word, replacing her fingers with a harsh thrust of what was definitely a new toy inside of you. you hadn't gotten to see it, but it was thicker and longer than what you were used to.

alexia didn't break out the strap with you very often, generally only if you asked for it or she was really tired. this felt like she had custom ordered it or bought it from a high-end place. there were ribs and ridges that you could feel every bit of as she pounded into you harshly. the icing on the cake, however, was the slight curve that made sure she was fucking into all the right places with every thrust.

"fuck, ale. i'm cumming!" you were lucid enough to know that it was too quickly, but alexia didn't stop. she only grabbed you by the hair and fucked you even harder through your orgasm. she was being rougher than you had ever thought to ask her to be, knowing that she usually hated it a little.

the grip on her hair didn't let up as she continued to fuck you harshly. she managed to get you into your second orgasm quickly, which was when your legs really started to feel like jelly. alexia was supporting you fully now, your body not even touching the couch anymore. alexia briefly pulled out of you just to flip you over and place your body against the couch once more, only this time facing her.

"give me your legs," alexia commanded. you lifted them as much as you could, which wasn't very much at all. alexia scoffed as she just grabbed your thighs and manhandled you into the position that she wanted you. "color?"

"green," you answered weakly. alexia seemed to check on you before she took you at your word. the toy felt completely different from the new angle, and you were screaming out at the first few thrusts.

"shh, just take it," alexia told you. this stretch was completely different than the one before. "breathe, i won't have you passing out on me."

you tried to find a good breathing pattern while she was fucking you, but there really wasn't one. still, you took deep breaths when you could to keep your vision from going fuzzy around the sides. alexia leaned her forehead against yours, but she kept her hand on your jaw to keep you from leaning in any closer. she seemed to remember what she told you, which you had hoped that she wouldn't.

"one more, i know you have it in you. cum for me one more time and i'll give you all the kisses you can handle," alexia promised. you closed your eyes and pushed her head down towards your chest. alexia let you move her a little, knowing that you were getting so close.

"ale, fuck. i don't know if i can." your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to focus on her fucking you. it was hard, but you knew that you had to try. you felt almost like you were going to cry as your body teetered on the edge of another orgasm. you were so sensitive that your body wasn't sure whether or not it liked the pleasure anymore.

"come on, please. i just want to watch you cum for me, please baby. show me that you're mine," alexia begged you. it was not what you had expected to hear, and the little whine in her voice sparked something in you.

"i'm yours, ale, yours," you repeated over and over until the words jumbled together. this time, you weren't screaming and moaning like the others, your mouth fell open silently as your head dropped back. alexia felt a gush of liquid coat her thighs and drip down onto the floor between your bodies.

"good girl," alexia mumbled as she leaned forward to kiss you. you were too out of it to properly kiss her back, whining once again. "are you okay?"

"i'm fine, ale," you promised her. she nuzzled her head against your neck to pepper a couple of kisses there. "how are you?"

"a little soaked, but i expected as much." you hadn't expected alexia to tell a joke. she carried you into the bathroom and laid you in the corner of the shower as she turned on the water. it wasn't until alexia was standing in there with you, cleaning you off, that you realized what she had said.

"you talked to jenni about fucking me, didn't you?" a part of you was angry, but it also intriguied you quite a bit. "that's how you knew what would happen if you switched with the third. you never take me from behind like that."

"i like to look at your pretty face," alexia said. she grabbed your cheeks and pressed a kiss to your lips. "next time, i'll ask first, i promise."

"next time?" you asked, incredulously. alexia nodded as she turned the water off and stepped out first. she wrapped herself up in a towel before grabbing the fluffy robe for you. "fine, but we need to talk about what you're going to do for me."

"excuse me?" alexia was taken aback by your tone more than anything else.

"i came for you like you asked, even though you were playing games with me and didn't tell me. you said i can have whatever i want, remember?"

"(y/n)," alexia sighed.

"no, alexia, you promised." you crossed your arms over your chest.

"okay then, what do you want?" alexia asked you.

"i want jenni to join us for a night next time she flies in to visit," you said. alexia's jaw dropped, but she couldn't argue with you. besides, she had ideas of her own along that vein that this would be a good trial for. "you promised, ale."

[handsometheo]

The Misadventures of Tiny Sukuna.

Character/s: Plushie! Ryomen Sukuna, Human Reader

Warnings: None just something stupid. Idk sukuna gets a bit pissy I guess.

A/n: This is based around the idea of my mine sukuna plush I bought the other day. I'm thinking of making multiple parts but idk, I think they'll go on Ko-fi if there's more parts to this madness.

Masterlist

Ko-fi

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He is so cute.

You saw him in a shop and just HAD to get him.

Without much thought, you snatch up the mini King of Curses plush before other people can even try. That kid was eyeing him up, you didn't appreciate that

After purchasing the little plush you notice something strange. It blinked.

Or at least you thought it did.

It's smile changed to a grin as it suddenly seemed a whole lot less plush and a whole lot more real. Well, as real as the messed up proportions of a now ex-plushie can be.

Nothing is said as you rush home, but the tiny Sukuna smiles up at you menacingly.

Placing him on the kitchen counter flat on his back to make sure it's not a hallucination that's lasted longer than it should have. You seriously need to fix that sleep schedule if this is the kind of stuff you see.

He gets up and glares at you, your jaw dropping as you watch his small nubs of hands push him up.

"How are you alive?" You look around the room almost expecting another item to come to life but nothing does and he just stares up at me.

"I am not sure. I'm not too happy about it though. This size is not... Favorable."

"You're so cute and tiny."

"Die."

"Guess you're stuck with me."

"I cannot wait for the day I can kill you."

Isn't he just a sweetheart...

He begins to waddle over the counter observing the large world around him. Clearly not observant enough though.

He let's out a yell as he falls into the sink. He just stays there stunned for a moment before glaring at me, "Pick me up!"

"Why should I?" you smirk at him, "you told me to die and that you want to kill me, so please tell me why I should bother. Asshat."

He looks offended but doesn't reprimand you, "fine, you can be my servant and I won't kill you once I find a way out of this form. How does that sound?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, "better than nothing."

You both know who holds the real power here anyway. Or at least you do, Sukuna is still in shock from the fall I think.

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I told u it was dumb, but it's also a fun idea. I love just posting sill things like this.

[coolprettyleo]

maybe i will finally learn my lesson? - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.2k

tw: sad, angst, rejection, talks about sex. no actual smut tho. borderline alcoholic tbh

ryan leonard x hughes sister au!

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frankie fell back onto her bed with a soft thud as she tried to catch her breath. she looked at the boy beside her with a hopeful look hoping to gosh he would stay the night and cuddle her. she just needed some form of reassurance.

he never ever wanted to stay over though.

“i gotta go, the guys are going out tonight” he says as he gets out the bed acting like he was talking to some stranger. what frankie didn't realize was that they basically were.

“do you have to leave?” she says in a sad voice kneeling on the bed. she hated how he never wanted to stay and talk. was that so much for a girl to ask for these days?

“frankie, im all spent for right now, but i mean if im feeling it later on, i'll stop by”

is he fucking serious.

it had honestly been a while since frankie had felt that much rage. he really did only think of her as a fuck buddy.

she knew what she was getting herself into, when she agreed on their little agreement, but in the movies it always ends with the guys falling in love with you. right?

“oh my gosh. just leave. like actually” she said getting back in bed and turning her back to him. which left him dumbfounded. why would she be mad he had to leave?

“did i do something?” he asked confused as he finished putting his cloths on.

no answer.

that pissed drew off. she had no reason to be all pissy with him.

“are you mad because im going out with the boys? why would that bother you? were not anything, frankie. im allowed to go out” he said. still starring at her back.

“oh don’t worry. you’ve made that very clear to me drew” she says, her voice wavering due to the fact she just felt so foolish.

“whatever, you’re annoying me. talk to me when ur done being crazy” he said walking out and slamming her door in a fit of rage.

to say frankie took it totally fine would be dishonest. she sobbed in a fetal position all night. while blasting foolish one by taylor swift.

that woman really does have a song for every situation.

she had honestly never felt so alone.

of course she’s not actually alone; she just refuses to go to anyone and burden them with her problems. it’s not like she can call her parents and her brothers due to the fact she can’t lie to them. she knew they were going to ask something like 'how'd practice go?' and whatnot so she's been forwarding their calls since Wednesday when she quit the team.

she could also call her friends. or her ex teammates. did she even have friends?

she was alone.

___

she sits in her room finishing up and assignment when she felt like doing something. usually she would get drunk and go from there, but no. if the last week has taught her anything; it's that she's becoming a new person. and the new person wouldn't black out after every minor convenience.

so in the spur of the moment, she decided she was going to rearrange her room! which is what lead her to where she was right now; outside the freshman hockey house.

while moving her bed from one side to another, she found drews hoodie. so being the mature, new, amazing person she claimed to be... she decided to give him back his hoodie, as a form of ceasing the deal. this is a supposed to be a step forward is it three steps back?

frankie walked up the front steps and as she lifted her fist to knock she halts, when she hears multiple voices coming from inside. not wanting to end her and drews situationship in front of his teammates; to save them both the embarrassment. she quickly trashes her plan and decided to just head home.

but when she heard her name is when she decided against that.

"frankie?" she hears drew ask.

"yes dude. its actually so obvious she wants you after what your saying she did yesterday"

he told them about the argument?

well she couldn't really get mad, if frankie had best friends she would of probably told them too.

"well i dont want her like that and she knows that"

frankie felt her heart crack.

i mean she told herself he didn't like her back, but hearing him say it, is a whole different level of pain for someone who just oh so hoped to joke about their situationship one day over coffee as he watched the morning news while their kids got ready for school.

foolish one, frankie hughes.

"no way your gonna reject her, she's so hot. what the hell is there not to like" one of his stupid teammates said.

"I mean she's the nicest and one of the hottest girls I've ever got with dont get me wrong, but some of the shit she says makes me question if she's being for real or not" drew said not knowing the match he was lighting.

"I think I know what your talking about, is it when she said she thought denver was in texas?" one of his other teammates chimed in.

"bro yes. that actually left me speechless" he says. frankie felt like burning the house down at this point.

"she's lucky she's got hockey" another voice said.

"had'

the hoodie she had in her hands slipped through her fingers. just like the heart drew held. the heart he never wanted to hold.

she backed away from the door, never wanting to slash anyones tires more. she wanted to commit arson. the way they were talking about her, made her want to throw up.

she can take the fact he didn't like her back. thats okay. if he didn't feel the butterflies she felt it wasn't no one fault. but mine.

but the fact he stood their and called her stupid? who the fuck even knows geography like that? she felt so many emotions run through her veins and the one overcoming the rest was the one that held the power over her tears.

"frankie?" oh my god. no. why the hell did I not run home?

she turned her head to see ryan leonard standing there. one of drews friends. someone she had considered to be her friend. but if the rest talk about her like that, him, will, and gabe probably do too.

"you didn't see me here, ryan" she said as she covered her face trying to push past him.

"wha- hey! what's wrong? who did this?" he said grabbing her wrist and seeing her crying eyes. he knew who did it. he just needed to hear a confirmation before he went inside and beat his ass.

"nothing. let me go" she said wiping her tears.

"im not letting you leave here alone hughes, i know how you get when your this sad. I dont want to wake up tomorrow and hear that you got hit by a damn bus for gosh sake"

one thing ryan hated was when she would drink her feelings away because that meant she was going to be reckless. she honestly is reckless.

"well then do you want to come?"

I got tired so im done writing but I wanted to post this! also ! I have no hate towards drew, its all going to add up in the future when I start the other aus I have planned but for now drew is like anyone else and he's learning and growing. so bear with me!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for locking an ex-friend out of a long-time gaming account?

[Context]

I (F16) had a friend, who we'll call V (F30s). We met on an online chat game, with the main focus being decorating rooms and playing mini-games with other players. She had been playing for well over ten years at that point, while I was still pretty new (about a year or two, in comparison). I had a pretty large friend group on that game, and when I met her, I kind of brought her into this group.

Several months (6+ ish) later, the group and I decided to create a knock-off room of some of the most popular rooms on the server. We had mostly all met in these popular rooms and just wanted one of our own for the friend group and others like us. This was largely my idea, along with my best friend, R (16M). R contributed the most in terms of financial support, and we both took on designing the room. Everyone else pitched in ideas, but were largely unhelpful in the grand scheme of things. V was the most unhelpful, as she would get pissy about small things that didnt go her way, even when she wasn't contributing to the creation of this room.

Eventually, the room was completed how R and I wanted it, with some input from the others. V did a 180 and was soooo happy with how everything turned out. Everything was back to normal with her.

Now, our room was not successful. We did not end up one of the popular ones. While a little disappointing, it was fine because we were still hanging out with our friends and having fun. About a month or two in, I got a message from R telling me to log on quick, bc the room was in disarray.

I logged in and people were telling me V had trashed it (all of us in the main group had complete access to the room, so could make changes as needed). While it wasn't "trashed" per se, it was a mess and it did take me a couple hours to fix everything.

Friends filled me in and told me V had apparently been secretly making her own room (another knock-off like ours, but worse) with a guy who had said some disgusting things about me, and several friends joined her in tarnishing ours before leaving to be with her.

This was an utter betrayal as I loved them all and had trusted them with something R and I worked very hard on for all of us. There was never any indication that V was unhappy with anything, as we spoke every day and she was always saying how much she loved our group and how we were definitely gonna be the most successful eventually and blah blah. I mean, I recognized that she was just saying what I wanted to hear, but still. I thought of her like a big sister.

[End Context]

A few days went by, and R and I were talking about everything that had happened. I was finally over the shock, and I was just angry. R said he wished there were some way we could get back at her. I remembered that V had given me her password months prior for an event she couldn't complete, and I had logged in and done it for her. I told him that she said it was the only password she'd ever used, since she was young, and I bet she hadn't changed it.

I was wrong, she HAD changed it, but she had also given me her email for the login information, so I tried the password on her email. I got in. So I changed her game password through her email and logged in.

She had been online, but this game would kick you off if someone else logged in while you were online, so I knew I had precious little time before she'd change the password back and I'd be kicked off.

So I went into her room, mass-banned everyone in there (including some of my former friends, one was the gross guy I hated), destroyed the room as much as possible, and then privated it so no one could enter (idk why I didn't just delete the room, wasn't thinking clearly ig). I then typed in as many censored words as I could so the auto-filter would flag her and get her account suspended.

Her account DID get suspended (and the game team was notorious for having the worst support ever. Once your account was suspended/banned, you almost never got it back), and I was auto-logged out. I logged back into my personal account, and R and I freaked out, just super giddy. V used an alt account to confront us, and ofc we denied having any involvement, but laughed at her anyways.

She did eventually (a month or two later) get her main account back, but before that she had lost all of her stuff, so she couldn't reopen her room. I was pretty satisfied with this, but some of the former friends who sided with her told me it had taken a toll on her mental health. I told them that all of their betrayals had taken a toll on MY mental health, so why should I be bothered, especially when I hadn't DONE anything (wink).

All in all, I felt justified, and she did eventually get her main account back, and I stopped playing not too long after that, but I'd still like to know what other people think.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[thinking-destiel-thoughts]

So I could go after a bunch of stuff that irks me in How I Met Your Mother but I wanted to post about some of the major things that bother me and see if I’m crazy or if others resonate the same.

First and most frustrating to me: STELLA. nearly everything about this irked me.

The thing with inviting Robin to the wedding…like, yeah, absolutely valid that you don’t want your future husband’s ex to be there. But why didn’t you say that when making the initial plans? Especially when you know she’s one of his 4 friends. Did you really expect him to not invite her??

The thing with inviting Tony…yes, absolutely I get not wanting him there. But Ted has no legal guardianship over Lucy. What exactly was Ted supposed to do? Take a little girl from her father against his will? That’s kidnapping. He has no legal right to take Lucy away from Tony.

Moving into an apartment in New York with Tony after making a massive point about how ridiculous it would be for her to do something like that with Ted. Like…girly…the man wouldn’t move to New Jersey for his OWN child? Ted was like “you know what, you’re right” but Tony was like “nah give up the house” and that was fine??

Going to Ted to ask him to get Tony back for her…my sister in Christ, what the fuck. What exactly did Tony expect Ted to say about the woman who LEFT HIM AT THE ALTER? Did he expect Ted to still be obsessed with her? And WHY does Stella even want Tony back if the man is willing to break up their family for a SECOND TIME bc a man who Stella hurt is not obsessed with her and thinks she’s selfish? Clearly he wanted the out. Why chase him? AND the fact that she literally only apologizes bc she needs help from him…ugh. That is messed up imo

The movies REALLY irk me. Ted is the man who YOU left at the alter and the man who GOT TONY BACK FOR YOU, but you let this man make him the villain for his movie? You not only divulge private shit that went on between you and Ted, but you also don’t stop him from putting it in a fricking movie?? I get Tony having his warped image of things, fine, but Stella really just let that all go down like that?? She just told Tony every single detail and everything she ever learned about Ted and he put it in a movie. WHY

Ted and Victoria, the second time they get together:

One of my biggest issues with this is that for some reason Ted is the one people blame for the wedding not happening??? As if 1) Victoria wasn’t a whole adult who chose to not tell Ted it was her wedding day before agreeing to meet up with him and bringing a car for them to run away together 2) Victoria’s husband-to-be ALSO ran away from the wedding. He literally also left!!

Even if Ted had brought Victoria back, there wouldn’t have been a wedding. Victoria’s dad blaming Ted and expecting him to pay is so crazy to me.

Another issue I have is with her being pissy that Ted wants her ex-fiancé out of his apartment. It’s not like the dude was normal and super chill. He had an aggressive pet that kept birthing babies and biting AND he didn’t respect boundaries. Like if the dude was just chilling and a normal roommate, I’d get it. But I don’t feel like it was unreasonable for Ted to not want him there — he agreed to let the ex stay with him and had no knowledge of the ferrets or whatever pets the guy had when he suggested it.

My last issue with Victoria is that when Ted is like “if you wanted a bigger commitment, you’d tell me, right?” and she’s like “yeah, I’d be direct.” and then continues to be passive aggressive. The man literally told her “I need you to be direct” and she wouldn’t. All of that on top of her thing about getting back together with him on her wedding day meant he shouldn’t be shocked she wants to get married…babygirl…you didn’t want to get married. You literally ran away at the first opportunity when Ted asked if you wanted to catch up

Ted and The Mother: My main issue with them is that SO quick after being ready to MOVE TO CHICAGO bc he loves Robin, he’s just all good to stay for her? Like suddenly the Robin thing is a non-issue??? Like…bruh??? That just doesn’t track for me at all.

I also take issue with him returning to Robin in the finale and the kids encouraging it. Like idk about yall but wouldn’t it be weird for your dad to admit to saying he was so in love with his best friend’s wife that he was moving but the next day fell for your mom? I feel like I’d be kinda like “okay so was mom a stand in for Robin??? is that what the point of this story was???”

Ted and Barney (Robin and the bro code): I’m pretty sure going after your best friend’s ex-wife is a violation of the bro code if going after your ex-girlfriend is. Like this is the one woman your best friend ever REALLY loved…

Plus…was it not a whole issue of Ted being unable to sleep with a woman because he thought Barney was with her first? But banging the woman Barney was married to and consistently slept with is fine?

There’s definitely more that irks me but these are the main things…anyway. for anyone who made it this far, thanks for reading my rant lol

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Another part

Kessler getting control over Lenny’s case - and Lenny taking a back seat and letting the lawyer actually do his job - means the New York conviction is overturned in record time.

“I knew that if I could just actually get you to shut the fuck up I could get it taken care of,” Kessler says as they leave the courthouse, patting Lenny on the back.

“And if I get hooked again?” Lenny asks. “Because I have my cabaret license so I probably will.”

“Then we’ll fight it again,” Kessler shrugs. “And now that you’re back with Midge, clean, and back in New York, public opinion is back on your side. They see someone who suffers for their art even if it’s telling filthy jokes.”

Lenny takes a breath and turns to him. “Buy you a thank you drink?”

“Who am I to pass up free booze?” Kessler asks with a chuckle.

They hit the bar, chatting about strategy going forward over a couple of beers. When and if Lenny gets arrested again, Kessler thinks it’ll be time to take things to the Supreme Court.

“Like the real one?” Lenny asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yep. This keeps happening. We need the laws to change, and that’s not going to happen in a New York courtroom, not really,” Kessler explains. “But do your best not to get arrested again, at least for another few months.”

Lenny shrugs. “I’ve got writing gigs keeping me busy right now. Knopf wants a memoir.”

“Hey, that’s great! It’ll keep you out of office for a while.” He pats Lenny’s back and then looks at his watch. “Ah, dammit. I have an appointment, I gotta go.”

“Another sad sack like me?” Lenny jokes.

“Sure. Thanks for the drink, Lenny. I hope I don’t hear from you again too soon.”

Lenny nods and waves him off, before focusing back on his drink, thinking a out the last few months.

About how thoroughly Midge has saved him.

He told her he didn’t need to be fixed,and he meant it, but here his is, clean and back in New York with a successful court appeal. His daughter will be moving in with him soon. He and Midge are better than ever, and she had a regular spot on Carson’s new Tonight Show, to say nothing of the steady work around town.

And Lenny’s got writing jobs coming out of his fucking ears thanks to Abe.  He’s got to get going on the memoir, plus the editorials for the Times, and then this weekend there’s Yom Kippur dinner in Queens, which will be absolutely a mess, considering how Midge’s ex feels about him.

And he’s not thrilled about being saved like this, but it’s the way things shook out and it’s hard to be pissy about the outcome.

“How the hell did I get here?” he mutters to himself.

“I assume you hopped a flight during the summer,” A familiar voice responds.

When Lenny turns his head, it’s to fine Gordon Ford leaning against the bar next to him. He nods. “Gordon.”

“Drowning your sorrows?” Ford asks.

“Nope. Celebratory beer, actually,” Lenny tells him. “Just had a very successful court appeal.”

“Hey, that’s great!” Gordon crows, his smile tight. “That does call for a celebration. Whiskey?”

“I’m good, actually. It’s a little early in the day for the hard stuff,” Lenny tells him. “But uh...thanks.”

“You sure? My treat.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

Gordon nods, and both men go quiet.

“I know you want to ask me something,” Lenny says, taking a sip of his beer. “Out with it.”

Gordon’s smile falls and he stays silent for a long moment while Lenny waits.

“You have until I finish by beer,” Lenny tells him. “After that I leave, and you miss your chance.”

“Why you?” Gordon asks finally. “I gave her everything. I was there for her. I was willing to look after her kids. Do for her. Be what she needed. She still didn’t love me. Why you?”

Lenny considers that question for a long moment as he swallows another sip. “Why me,” he ponders.

“Why you?”

“You got to knew Midge pretty well,” Lenny says.

“I did,” Gordon confirms. “Very well.”

“Right,” Lenny nods. There’s a little sting of jealousy in his chest. That this man was with her when Lenny couldn’t get his shit together enough to be. “So you know that Midge doesn’t need a husband.”

Gordon blinks, looking confused.

“She wants one,” Lenny shrugs. “She likes having a partner. Someone to share her life with. Someone to wake up to every morning. To come home to at night. But by no means - especially at this point in her career - does she need some man to come into her life and be the man. And that’s what you failed to understand about her. She wanted you. But she didn’t need you. And it’s the same for me. She loves me. She wants me. And may even say she needs me, but I know that’s not really true. And I’m completely fine with that.”

Gordon’s expression goes sour, looking away.

“You need someone to need you,” Lenny shrugs. “Midge isn’t that kind of woman. And when you realized that, you broke it off.”

“I broke it off because she was still in love with you!”

“Whether that was true or not, she was willing to move on from me for you, and you turned her down,” Lenny reminds him. “That’s the heart of all this. And really, I should be buying you a drink for that, because it freed her up to hop a plane and come see me. And now here we are.” 

“She made a mistake getting back together with you,” Gordon tells him factually. “The fact that she can’t see it, doesn’t make it any less true.”

Lenny shrugs. “You’re probably right. But it’s her mistake to make. And mine to savor for as long as she’ll have me.”

Gordon seemingly has nothing to say to that.

Lenny watches him walk off. He finishes his beer, pays his tab, and stops on the way home to pick up some flowers for Midge.

[hilarychuff]

The Pizza Artist Formerly Known As Princess

a princess diaries au drabble

inspired by this au graphic; find the first in the series here or read both on ao3 here

The day Jon Snow shows up on her front steps with close-cropped hair and a clean-shaven face, Sansa Stark wants to die. 

She hadn’t processed it at first that morning — she’d practically gone into shock when she’d first answered the door, and then it had been hard to get a thought in edgewise with Arya berating him nonstop for the entirety of the drive to school — but by fourth period, the misery had started to set in. Now, she’s escalated to full-blown despair, barging into Arya’s room so she can dramatically flop onto her sister’s bed.

“It’s not fair,” she groans, throwing her arms over her eyes where she’s laying in a haphazard swoon. “I can’t believe Jon would do this to me.”

Arya doesn’t look up from where she sits at her desk across the room, eyes laser-focused on some video game she’s playing on her computer. She jabs violently at her keyboard, the keys clacking loudly as she swears under her breath, but Sansa sighs in increasingly loud increments until her sister finally breaks. 

“I hate it when you do that,” Arya growls. “And whatever. Get over it. It’s not like he did anything to you anyway. All he did was cut his hair.”

“What!” Sansa shrieks, bolting upright so she can stare unbelievingly across the room. “He did so! And you were saying the same exact thing this morning, by the way! You really owe him an apology, you know. You were being really mean, Arya. Like, meaner than usual.”

“I was not,” Arya sulks, but anyone could hear the guilt in her voice. “But just for your information, Jon’s stupid haircut has nothing to do with you. He’s just… going through some stuff. With his family. Why do you even care, anyway? Doesn’t his freaky preppy makeover mean he’ll finally be popular enough for you to date now?”

“Mean!” Sansa accuses again, pointing a finger. “This is not the plot of an Avril Lavigne song, Arya, this is my life! And now he’s ruined it by shaving his patchy little mustache.”

Finally, Arya looks away from the computer, spinning around in her desk chair so she can glare at her sister. “You’re the one that’s always saying — and I quote — ‘if Jon Snow would just get a haircut and give up on growing a beard, everyone would see how cute he totally is.’”

“And I was right!” Sansa moans, flopping onto the bed again, throwing her arms back over her eyes. “Now everyone knows what I’ve known for the last two years! You should’ve seen the way Margaery was looking at him when Mr. Slynt finally made him take his beanie off during lunch. I bet she’s never even noticed him before in her life!”

“So what?” Arya grumbles. “You’re also the one that’s refused to ask him out for forever. Shit or get off the pot, Sansa.”

“Ew, don’t say that. And you’re the one that told me that it would ruin everything if Jon and I dated.”

Arya gives a noncommittal grunt, spinning back around to face her computer game. 

“Well, you did,” Sansa insists. “Now everything’s going to be ruined anyway.”

“What are you so worried about?” Arya asks in that same sulky tone from before. “Isn’t Margaery Tyrell still dating your heinous ex boyfriend?”

“I mean, yeah, but if it’s not Margaery, it’s bound to be someone else.”

“So if everything’s ruined anyway, why don’t you just ask him out, then?”

Sansa sits right back up again. “Do you mean that?”

Arya peeks over her shoulder, gives a reluctant shrug. “I mean, you should check with Robb first. I feel like he might be kind of pissy about it.”

“But you wouldn’t mind? You’d be OK with it?”

“I mean…. It’s whatever,” Arya says, more mock-casual than actually effortless. “Obviously I still think it would be weird if you and Jon dated. But if someone’s going to date him, it should be you, right?”

“Totally,” Sansa agrees. And then, more shyly, “Do you think he’d say yes?”

Arya groans, drops her head down into her arms on top of the keyboard. “Can we not talk about this anymore?” she moans, her voice coming out muffled. “Isn’t it enough that I’ll have to live with it?”

“But do you think he would?”

Arya shifts so that she can peek over at Sansa with one eye. 

“You’re not really worried, are you?”

Sansa only shrugs, brings her hand to her mouth where she bites down on the pad of her thumb, teeth clenched against the skin as the best alternative to her nail. Other than a minor relapse last fall, she managed to break the habit years ago, and she cements her commitment to it with a fresh manicure each week, but every now and then the temptation feels overwhelming. Her sister just sighs and lifts her head all the way off her arms. 

“I think,” Arya says slowly, voice measured, “that if he said no, he’d be even stupider than Joffrey.”

Sansa nods, forces herself to release her thumb. She wipes her hands on her skirt as she stands, then reaches up to fix her ponytail, all mussed from her dramatics. 

“Totally,” Sansa says. And then again, as if just to herself, “Totally.”

She moves towards the door, and Arya turns fully back to her computer, hands poised over the keyboard and mouse. 

“For the record, though, Sans,” Arya calls over her shoulder, glancing back before Sansa fully steps into the hall, “I’m pretty sure Jon is one of the smartest guys in our whole school.”

—

Jon Snow is a prince. Like, a real prince. Like, a real royal prince set to inherit a whole royal throne one day. Probably even one in a castle. Probably even one with a scepter. That’s what everyone is saying, at least, that he’s the heir to some tiny European country called Valyria. 

Sansa hadn’t understood what was happening earlier when the mob had suddenly surged in their direction, shouting questions and snapping pictures, cameras flashing as microphones and tape recorders and the hands holding them were suddenly shoved between the three of them. They’d been separated by the crowd, her and Arya and Jon all pushed or dragged off in different directions, and it had only been once Sansa finally stumbled free of the crush that she’d even realized it was Jon they were circling, Jon they were following up the front stairs to school. She’d heard what they were shouting, the questions they were asking, but there’d been so many people around, so much noise that she hadn’t really processed any of it until she was sitting in first period. 

By then, the whispering had started, too. 

At first, Sansa wasn’t sure if she believed it. She knew Jon! She’d known him for years. She’d been to his house, met his mom. Had he kept it secret that whole time? How come he’d never told her? Did Robb know? Did Arya?

By the time the bell chimed for her second class, people were saying that the queen herself was on campus, holed up in the principal’s office with half her security team. Sansa had gone so far as faking a period emergency so that she could duck out of gym and sneak down the hall to see just who that meant. And Lyanna had been there, voice raised, visible through one of the windows on either side of the office door as she shouted about something Sansa couldn’t quite make out. But she also hadn’t been alone in the room with Jon and Mr. Arryn. As Sansa walked by, she could also catch a glimpse of at least one more man, one more woman, both with silver blonde hair — and then the towering security guards standing outside the door had meaningfully cleared their throats and she’d scampered away down the hall, ducking into the computer lab so she could frantically Google Jon Snow’s mom. 

But when people had talked about the queen, they hadn’t meant Lyanna. There hadn’t been any search results for her, but there had been for Valyria, and it had led her straight to a Wikipedia page that outlined generations of the Targaryen family history, even included portraits of silver-haired, stoic-faced rulers over the decades. Apparently, the queen everyone was talking about was Daenerys Targaryen, the newly crowned monarch of Valyria. And did that mean the other man in the principal’s office had been Jon’s dad? She hadn’t even known he’d had one. Or she knew he’d had one at some point, obviously, but nobody had ever talked about him before. 

The whole thing leaves Sansa’s head spinning. Jon, a prince. In line for his aunt’s throne. An aunt she’s almost sure he’s never met before. That he might not have even known he had a month ago. 

She’s still trying to wrap her mind around it all an hour later, but everyone else seems to have no problem coming around to the concept. Instead, it’s all anyone can talk about, small clusters of students circled up in classrooms, in hallways, out in the courtyard — and it’s driving Sansa absolutely crazy. Last Friday, most of these people wouldn’t have known Jon’s name, or at least would’ve pretended not to if they thought it would’ve gotten a laugh out of Joffrey or Loras or one of the other popular kids. Now, even they were pretending to be Jon’s friends.

Finally, Sansa can’t stand it anymore when a senior she’s seen around campus a few times bursts into the third floor bathroom, boasting to a friend, “I always knew there was something really cool about him. He’s so dark and mysterious.”

Sansa stuffs her crumpled paper towel into the trash can, spins around on one heel to fix them with a glare. 

“Do you even know his full name?” Sansa snaps. 

The girl stops in her tracks, giving Sansa a once-over from toe to top. “Excuse you?”

“Jon Snow’s full name,” she says, and she can feel her cheeks going hot. “Do you even know what it is?”

It’s just Jon. He doesn’t even have a middle name. But Sansa doubts this girl knows that. In fact, she half wants to see if the other girl will go far enough to invent one for him. The senior doesn’t, though. Instead, she just narrows her eyes. 

“If I knew his full name, then he wouldn’t be so mysterious, would he?”

Sansa lets out an affronted squawk, coming up short on some sort of immediate quippy comeback, then scrambles to regain the upper-hand.   

“He’s not mysterious,” she insists after a beat, at least half a lie. “You just never noticed him before today, so don’t pretend you have.”

The girl scoffs, but her friend laughs, rolls her eyes, steps forward to fix her hair in the mirror. “Whatever,” she says. “Ignore her. Just because she’s little miss princess doesn’t mean she gets first dibs when an actual prince comes along. He’s fair game.”

And that stings. Because Sansa’s not trying to call dibs, she has an actual, honest-to-Gods real date with him planned for Saturday night, and she hadn’t even known he was a prince this morning when she’d asked him out — but it’s the princess part that nearly sends her lip quivering. She clamps her mouth shut so they won’t see, then shoulders past them and pushes back out into the crowded hallway. Outside, she squeezes past the lockers and to the stairwell so she can go hide in the second floor girls’ bathroom instead. 

–

For three days now, Sansa has hardly seen Jon outside of awkward little waves exchanged across the hallways between classes. Ever since the news broke, he’s been mobbed at school, accompanied by his aunt’s security everywhere outside of it. It had been nice, those few days Jon had picked them up in a limo, but apparently those rides are off-limits until his aunt’s people have finished giving them all background checks, and his aunt doesn’t want him to walk anymore either now that the whole world knows who he is. At least, that’s what he told Arya on the phone when he’d called to let them know not to wait for him in the mornings. 

He’s talked to Robb too, called him up to beg him to make Theon stop trying to sell embarrassing stories to the local papers. Each time Theon convinces a journalist or reporter that Jon won the seventh grade spelling bee contest with the word brassiere or that Jon volunteers at a soup kitchen each weekend to serve exclusively shrimp cocktail, he comes up with an even more far-fetched lie to try on the next one. And Theon’s not the only one taking advantage of the media barrage. 

By Thursday, Joffrey has also wormed his way onto the local TV news, promising that his dad’s role as the state governor is going to be super important when it comes to foreign relations with Valyria. He puffs out his chest and insists it’s good luck for Queen Daenerys that he and Jon have known each other so long. He twists his wormy lips into a smirk and says he’s even happy to give Jon some tips about what it’s like to be a public figure. After all, he knows how it feels to have to deal with all kinds of phonies and social climbers who are just after him because of his status. 

Sansa doesn’t want Jon to think she’s one of them. They’ve never spent much time together at school, and she doesn’t want him to think she’s suddenly hanging all over him in public in the hopes that someone somewhere will snap a photo of them. That she’s aiming to end up on the cover of a magazine so she can get discovered. Or so that she can be a princess for real. She doesn’t want him to think she’s being weird, that anything has changed between them. Most of the time they spent together was in the mornings or after school, but with that off limits, with him busy with his aunt and official royal business or whatever — well, Saturday night will be there soon enough, right? She’ll see him then.

Only, when it turns out that Margaery dumped Joffrey because of that stupid interview, Sansa wants to tear her hair out. Because that means Margaery really is going to try and ask him out, and if Sansa dares to even look at Jon at school it’ll become a whole thing, some weird, stupid rivalry, and she can’t take it if people start pitting them against each other as often as they had back when Joffrey first dumped her for Margaery. Especially when she can’t compare, not when Margaery has a driver’s license and a platinum card and two homecoming queen tiaras displayed in her bedroom while Sansa hadn’t even scored a sophomore court sash. 

But it doesn’t matter. It won’t become some sort of public competition as long as she doesn’t make it one. If she just stays away, if she just lays low for one more day, keeps ducking out of rooms whenever Margaery or Jon or Joffrey enters them, then soon enough she and Jon will be on their date and it won’t matter that Margaery has her eye on him. Sansa knows that she doesn’t just like Jon because he’s suddenly famous and cool at school, and she knows that he knows that, too. Right? It was one thing to worry about Margaery making a move back when Sansa was just planning on pining after him forever and there was nothing to stop him from saying yes, but now they have plans — real, solid plans — and Jon wouldn’t just forget about that because someone more popular came along. Jon’s not like that, even if Joffrey was.

If she can just survive the next 30 hours or so, none of this will matter. They’ll have all the privacy they need at the garage, and she can make sure he sees exactly how much she likes him just for him. Not because he’s a prince. Not even just because of his cute new haircut. They’ll finally have a chance to be alone, just the two of them (or maybe his new bodyguard will have to be there too, but she can work with that), and she’s not going to waste it. 

–

The pizza is getting cold. She’d ordered it in advance so she could make sure it was ready in time, so she could make a smiley face on it with M&Ms, but now she’s thinking maybe that was a mistake. Maybe she should’ve waited to order it until he was already here. She doesn’t think he’ll mind, and there’s a toaster oven in the makeshift break room Uncle Benjen set up by the front office if they want to pick off the M&Ms and heat their slices up, but she just really wants this whole thing to go right. 

But it’s fine! It’s fine. Jon’s running late. It’s no big deal. He’ll be here soon. 

Only, another hour later, he’s not. She’s tried calling, but the phone at his house just keeps ringing and ringing. She wonders if maybe Lyanna’s not home. She usually is. She’s usually working on some amazing, abstract art project in the big, open area where they used to park the ladder trucks back when their place was a fire station, but it’s not uncommon for her to have the radio turned all the way up. Maybe she’s working on a piece. Maybe she can’t hear the phone ringing. If Jon’s not answering, that means he’s probably already on his way, right? Right?

By the time another hour has passed, she’s eaten all of the M&Ms off the pizza and most of the cheese. She’d thought she could get away with just little nibbles at first. If she left enough, if she didn’t bite right into a slice, it would still look like a full, regular pizza by the time he got there. She didn’t want him to think she hadn’t waited for him. But now it’s just bread smeared with red sauce, and she’s starting to think he’s not coming. There’s probably a good reason. He probably got caught up doing something important for his aunt. He’s a prince, after all. He’s probably got, like, duties and stuff now. 

He’ll call her tomorrow and explain everything, she’s sure of it. But maybe she’ll give him just 20 more minutes first. 

[missevelynpierce]

The Brat.

I met him in high school so many years ago. He was popular and was kind of that classic “bad boy” out of an ‘80s movie. Think of James Spader’s character from Pretty In Pink. He was popular and would never be seen with someone like me. I was kind of like Molly Ringwald’s character. A bit nerdy and quirky and definitely not popular. He was kind of a dick, but he was hot - dark hair, dark eyes, and I sensed this other darkness in his energy that ignited something in me. He was in with the theater geeks and he was also a writer; he was the only one I knew that used a refillable Parker pen. I seem to remember these details.

An interlude in college where I got to be a bit of a bitch to him turned the tables and felt good. I was waiting for the bus and he complimented my pedicure. He asked if I had some time to hang out and I essentially rejected him. I still remember the shade of nail polish I was wearing from that day. The whole ride home I was a little flushed. And there’s the almost interlude a few years later when his book was published and I almost went to a reading at a local bookstore. I had my first aura induced migraine on my way there, so I went home. 

A few years later, through the magic of social media, he connected to me as all the high school friends that were long forgotten all washed ashore in the digital realm. 

He sent a message. I was living with an ex at the time in a relationship that was falling apart. He commented on my feet and confessed his years-long crush on me and never had the nerve to say anything about it. This made me really happy, and we continued to talk. The conversations getting increasingly explicit. One day, we made plans to meet up at a local bar and he called me and asked if I could just go up to his apartment so he could suck on my toes. Nope. I wasn’t going to do that. He got pissy and whiny and I was more concerned about safety - I hadn’t actually seen him since college, and it wasn’t my nature to just go to someone’s place. I craved authentic connection and didn’t want to be his kink dispenser. 

I got annoyed and unfriended him. A couple of more years would go by before it would really begin. 

I was in another relationship, and now he moved far away, and we picked right back up. There's something about physical distance that allows one to go harder and deeper when expressing desires. He told me the things that he wanted me to do to him. I told him some early childhood stories that involved feet, and he had similar experiences. We would soon call each other brother and sister. The conversations got even more explicit and I would be getting pedicures weekly, sending him foot pics, buying new shoes and sending video clips of me putting them on. I would get a thrill teasing him relentlessly. I had a boyfriend at the time and mastered the art of discretion and would thrill at rubbing myself thinking of the brat as the boyfriend snored beside me.

Soon, our conversations would run late into the night. He’d soon offer himself as a slave to me and tell me the stories of his earlier experiences as a slave. He had girlfriends who beat him and he loved it, he once had a Domme who was a well-known professor, a few pro-Dommes, and others from the club scene that he was gladly a human carpet for. He told me that it’s very rare to find someone with the raw energy and the natural propensity for kink that I have. That I know it’s not about pure impact; that the power of wordplay and the intuitive understanding of power dynamics and exchange is what makes me authentic. 

And this is what truly set me on my path. 

I would continue playing with the boyfriend I had at the time, and the physical kink that that relationship already had got amplified. I felt myself claim my power and then realized that I deserved a hell of a lot better than someone who was unemployed and who would never satisfy my needs. I dumped him then booked a flight to visit the brat. After 7 years of maintaining an online long distance relationship, I would finally get the nerve to play with him in person. It had to happen. There was no stopping this.

This was my rebirth. 

This was my transformation. 

When he knocked on my door, I hugged him. Tight. And kissed him, long. 

We just talked for hours, reminiscing and actually getting to spend time with each other, because despite all the years, we haven’t had any true conversations. It felt so good to talk and to feel understood. The familiarity and all the connections with people and places we grew up with. It was nice to share stories and connect. 

And once night fell, I would make him clean my sand crusted sandals and would press my feet into his face. He’d get super bratty and I’d slap him and spit on him, and all those things, until I finally sat on his face smothering him, making him eat my ass and my pussy. I was on the verge of climax and then he said:

“I dare you to piss on me.” Something about the dare, just did something to me. I grabbed him, went to the bathroom, commanded him to lay down in the shower, and then released all over him. I felt electricity everywhere out of every nerve ending in my body. It was intense, powerful, and I knew I was never going to be the same. 

This was only the beginning. And nearly 20 years later, he still frustrates the shit out of me, and despite time and distance, he always returns.

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Hello Bestie! 💌

I Wanna About Ex!Harry And Ex!Y/n A Little More Bc No One Is Asking The Questions That Need To Answered! 🤨 🥺😤 Has He Ever Gotten Jealous Post Separation?? Y/n Comes Home From The Store Or An Errand With Hazel And She Sees H Is Waiting Outside To Take Hazel Out And She Has A Bouquet Of Flowers Given To Her?? Or He Stumbles Upon Her Old Friend From When They Would Be Mutual With And When They Catch Up He (The Guy) Mentions Something About Y/n And H Is Feeling A Little Wtf Moment? Or Vice Versa! (Y/n Feels That Way About H?)

Sorry For The Long Ask/Request Im Just Curious! Have A Good Day/Night! 🫂🥰🤝

HIIIIIIII :)))

But since you askedddd- during their separation I feel like they would get in some big fight about a guy being over or soemthing

So I think that they would both ignore each other while Harry was over but once Hazel was down for bed and they got to talking (more like arguing) he would bring something up like “your friend told me she saw you out with a guy”

And ofc that would start an argument because 1. Why does he care? And 2. What kind of shitty friend would snitch her out to her husband? Did they want to get with Harry now that they have been split up?

But Harry is so stressed because he’s thinking it’s the end of their relationship, no working it out, no talking it out anymore. And is she hooking up with this random guy? While they have still been having sex she has the audacity to find another random man to hook up with and bring into the house. That’s still his wife

And he rants on and on about how it’s only been a week, and it’s not fair to him, and he doesn’t want Hazel around some random guy

And finally y/n is like “he was here to fix the toilet because Hazel tried to flush all her bath toys. Are you happy to hear no one has visited beside a plumber? It’s none of your business in the first place.”

And then he’s all embarrassed and pissy like “you could have at least told me, I could of fixed it 😒”

But post separation like you asked

I feel like he’s so clingy No guys even have the chance to look at her

But it obviously still happens

Any time he even notices a guy checking her out he’s instantly jealous and in a shitty mood and she has to scold him bc he’s so stubborn and so annoying when it comes to stuff like that

And if they were out and she were to be stopped by a male friend he would be so upset if she sat there and talked to him while he stood like a lost puppy behind her, his wife laughing and sliming at the man while he reminded her of little inside jokes they used to have when they actually knew each other

The ride home would be so awkward after that with him gripping at the steering wheel and barely listening to her until she’s like “you can’t seriously be angry? 😒 I was being polite we were friends in high school, you asshole.”

And then he feels stupid like “yeah, I know. I just hate any man who’s ever even looked at you. You’re my wife”

“Oh, I think they know by your death grip on my hand and the dirty look you give them if their eyes linger for a second too long.”

“Yeah, sorry. You know how I am.”

“I can’t believe you’re still so jealous after all we’ve been through”

And noooo you’re perfectly fine, I appreciate little questions and concepts :)

[ariawritingstuff]

In defence of:

Gale,

Spoilers ahead

Buckle up because this is gonna be a long one

I actually did a little searching to try and figure put why people don't like gale, just so I can cover all the bases. Splitting this into two categories, category 1, "you missed the point" these are in my opinion stupid reasons to hate gale the character, whether they're flaws in game design or you just dont get the point I am getting genuinely annoyed with these reasons. and category 2, "you know what that's fair" this series is called "in defense of" so I'm still going to make an argument in defence of these qualities, it's just that these are much more reasonable complaints.

You missed the point

He eats your shinies

He thinks we're dating

He's so horny (yes I have actually seen it said)

He's sensitive about his performance

Talks about his ex

You can't kill him (yes this is a real complaint)

He's defensive early on (yes I've actually seen it said)

You know what that's fair

He threatens to blow himself up when things get hard

Is an insulting know it all

He talks too much

I thought the romance scene was platonic

He violated mystras boundaries

He eats your shinies, so you can let astarion give you a -1 debuff to like everything for at least a day, but you have to have that dancing lights cantrip necklace? Really? I once saw someone complain that he doesn't go get his own magic items and I'm like fam, it's not his fault your hogging all the loot. I'm sure if you just let him spend a portion of the money you found together he'd spend it on the magic ax no one else can or wants to wield. Narritively speaking gale can and does obtain magic items on his own, ypu are just keeping them all and he just doesn't consume the magic in the items he's using until you give him permission. He's not eating your frostwalker boots he's asking you if it's okay for him to eat his own frost walker boots.

"He keeps hitting on my character and gets pissy with me when we aren't dating" that's a glitch not a character flaw, and it can and does happen with other characters. They only think your leading them on because the game told them you are in a relationship. He's not being clingy, your relationship is coded into his memory on accident.

Aside from Wyll and maybe Astarion, Gale is like the least horny character. It's easy to get his approval from him when playing a good tav, so he can develope a pretty major crush pretty easily depending on your choices and how buggy the game feels at any particular moment, but having a crush is not the same as being horny. The man will not even kiss you until he thinks it's literally his last night alive. You are the one oversexualizing him at this point.

This one's smaller and a bit more of a spoiler, but if after you sleep together and he asks if it meant anything to you he gets bothered when you say "it was fine." Here's what I need you to understand: Gale was not asking about his sexual performance in this moment, he was asking about the emotional meaningfulness to you. That's why it's so upsetting to him. He put his heart out there and you responded with apathy. He tells you he's a bad kisser. As far as physical performance goes he knows he's out of practice that's not what bothers him. This one is my least favorite I think.

Mystra wasn't just his ex, she is the goddess of a domain that is a major part of Gale's identity. I know there's the grooming argument and I don't entirely disagree with it, but I don't think she met him as a child. She still holds sway in his life in act one when she has discarded him and obviously she is directly involved with him act 2 onwards. Like if my ex showed up and said "the world would be better off with you dead, here's the means to end it" I might want to talk to someone about it. Also really important here, he only brings up his relationship with mystra in the context of your own relationship if you prompt him, he only compares your relationship with her IF YOU PROMPT HIM. In fact if you ask him directly to compare you to her in bed he refuses to. For Gale to obsess over mystra, you have to.

You can kill him there are just consequences. Gale the character doesn't have the orb for self preservation in fact as soon as Mystra tells him to blow himself up he is so ready to do it. If your really want him dead you can leave him to die in the portal, or chew his arm off as durge. Leave him in camp til act 2 and give him no shinies and he'll leave or you can tell him to get lost if you do give him shinies, or kill the tieflings and he'll leave, and if your like "no I'm not playing an evil tav" why are you so hells bent on killing a party member then? You don't have to accept him into your party in the first place. You're not stuck with him I promise.

He's defensive early on? Bitch where? He's one of the most friendly early on, he just doesn't want to talk about his deepest shame and biggest secret and that is so fair.

That rounds out the stupid reasons to hate gale now we can talk about the more reasonable complaints

He threatens to blow himself up when he's upset. Not really, he does warn against upsetting him, but mostly thats because strong emotions can actually upset his condition and blow everyone up. That's why he won't kiss tav when he says the thought of kissing him is "most welcome" karlach has a similar condition, but she doesn't warn when she's getting upset, she just bursts into flame. There is one point after your night together , and the orb is temporarily sealed, if when he asks about what it meant to you and you respond with apathy, he says not to shake the vessel of the orb, but that's less about "I'm mad I'm going to blow up" more of a "a literal goddess told me to kill myself to save the weave, I have very little to hold onto right now please don't be cruel to me"

Gale is a bit of a know it all and it can be insulting, but 1, he only gives information because he thinks its relevant or useful. He doesn't do it just to make himself feel smart. He says things that are insulting sometimes, but 2, he's been alone for like a year, and before that he wasn't talking to mortals for goddess knows how long. Also It seems that the people who hate gale for being a know it all love Astarion for the same reason.

If you don't like a certain characters party banter or speaking during dialog scenes leave them at camp. Putting "he uses to many big words it makes him seem pompous here as well" same solution.

Larian realized that the romance scene with Gale needed to be a bit more blunt, so now it specifies platonic vs romantic thoughts, so there is no longer confusion. But also he's not the only character who's romance scene is a little ambiguous.

And finally I once saw someone get hung up on the phrase where gale says he "violated mystras boundaries" but in reality that boundary is kind of I a grey area. Her boundary was that he was not allowed to learn something, that kind of goes from boundary setting to controlling behavior, the only thing that keeps it teetering on the edge is that she is magic, and so what gale was learning about was a part of her, sort of, not really because shadow magic is separate from her. What I think is weird is that regardless of how questionable the boundary was in the first place Gale recognizes that it was a boundary and recognizes that what he did hurt someone he cares about and expresses remorse for it. He uses the word boundary explicitly because he knows the weight that word carries and applies the same gravity to his actions. Everyone makes mistakes, but not everyone is willing own up to them and Gale does.

[lanegrablues]

Updates 4.0: “The dating pool is pissy”

🏊🏾‍♂️

So. I told myself that if I was going to date that I would date with intentionality. 😂 I lied to myself. My intention was to be intentional but, I.. should’ve known that wasn’t going to happen. Listen. I am a “lover girl”… I fall too hard, too fast. I… don’t allow a lot of people in, so when I do.. I become an open book..I am transparent but, I become open… like.. I have no shame with you. I’m not going to lie to you. Anything you ask, I’m going to tell you. I offer up the truth voluntarily.

When I let you in.. I say “go ahead and take your shoes off.” I immediately become available because, I care. “I can make time.” It could be 1 am and I’m half sleep but, I’ll answer for you. I could go on and on.

Foolish BUT… hey.. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I love how purely and passionately … I love the way that I love (loyal, childlike, hopeful, with no score of wrongdoing, complex yet simply…)but this often leads to my emotional demise.

2023 “dating fails”: I started dating mid-2022 after being celibate for 7 years. I personally enjoy dating & getting to know new people. The desire is to be found by my husband. 🤡😂 Seriously. I’m not a serial dater but I’ve dated several people.. but THESE are the top 5 fails of the year. The most mention worthy. 😒🤣

Side note: I love clarity. It leaves little to no room for confusion. Dating to me is talking to someone … that you want to pursue romantically/emotionally. You are more intentional about or invested in contact. Y’all can go on dates, be in one another’s presence consistently, talk often via video or phone, if necessary. It doesn’t have anything to do with sex. I don’t believe that you are sexual with everyone that you date. (The term dating is subjective, but that’s my definition)

So. Let’s get into it.

💩- Maybe.. I won’t be super discrete with this one but, my ex. I don’t think he is a P.O.S but, 🤷🏾‍♀️ …that hurt that I felt was CRAZY. When I tell you.. he had me twisted and I’m not talking about no Keith Sweat song. I loved him foolishly. Anything he asked me to do (within moderation..I did. I wasn’t out here willing to catch charges but, I would’ve done anything for him.) I was at the family functions. Went to church with his mother. Hung out with his dad. Listen. All that. That was the biggest fail but the biggest blessing. I would have been MISERABLE- if I forced myself to stay. It wasn’t all bad but, it was abusive emotionally, mentally and physically towards the end.

🏋🏾‍♂️- Listen. Mississippi had me smiling from ear to ear. That boy had me giddy like a little school girl. I would’ve married that man, if he would’ve asked. I knew that it wouldn’t work long term but, I was so captivated. He was … reserved but not timid, logical, hardworking, determined, witty, charming, loved children… a body handcrafted by God Himself.. I could go on and on. We had fun together. I often felt safe in his presence. We could be in silence & I’d be okay. We’d put each other onto different series & just binge watch them together. All day and night. At times, he’d just stare at me and tell me that I was pretty. He’d … in our silence.. just pull me close and I felt safe. Until, I didn’t. We stopped dating for awhile then, when we began dating again… he was less attentive and “mean.” He’d want me around but, wouldn’t even look at me. He’d want me around but, then would treat me like he didn’t want me there. He was demanding of my time. The fun we used to have always ended in a disagreement, in which I’d leave. When I tried to address my concerns, he’d shut down the conversation when he used to talk about it openly/willingly. We both agreed to see where things went but, he began to accuse me of being in a relationship with someone else. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Still. I swooned over him. Smiling when he’d call.. running when he’d call.. until I didn’t anymore. Not to drag it out. Our last conversation ended in him.. saying that he feels bad for the man who loves me.. then, in his rage.. I tried to stroke his shoulder to calm him down. Something I did in the past that worked and then, he pushed me into the stove. I said “no way”… quickly grabbed my purse and my shoes without putting them on… left and never turned back.

🤵🏿‍♂️- “the Mack” lol We met so unexpectedly. He was so direct & gave me his number to reach out if I was I interested. I waited about 2 weeks, before he found me on socials & messaged me. When we first met I friend zoned him subconsciously… but, after being around him.. babyyyy.. I became “addicted” to his energy. He had a calm nature to him. Quiet. Reserved. Didn’t speak unless he had something “significant” to say. He didn’t believe in space filling with meaningless words. Didn’t do too much. Wasn’t about being popular or being seen by everyone. He rode his own wave and I liked that. He was able to make me feel calm. I’m so used to being this big ball of energy/light. Full of smiles, laughter, charisma, joy, personality and he showed me how to relax the muscles of my spine. It was refreshing because, I was so used to a chaotic passion. The type of “passion” that always made you feel something/always feel high or low. Until him, I didn’t know that it was okay to be still. That chemistry is still chemistry.. even if it’s relaxed. I went into it being reluctant and saying “let’s see” but, after I encountered his energy… I was like “no.. I need to know your intentions for me, rn. Can you see yourself marrying me.” (Sounds crazy when I write it) but.. long story short. I wasn’t the one for him. He wanted to still date but, I desired clarity and without him being able to define or articulate his plans for us- I knew that there was a plan but, I wasn’t included in it. So.. I had to bow out.

🏈- This is the messiest. So. I had someone pursue me for a year. 365 DAYS. I wasn’t really interested. He was consistent but, I knew I wasn’t in a place to date. We were talking consistently then, I decided that I was going to give myself some time to just sit. (I didn’t express that to him… and I kinda… went ghost 🤦🏾‍♀️) Months went by and he ended up reaching out to me. He stated that he was still interested & wanted to see me. So he planned a date. *speeds up story* Besides him… wining and dining me. Clearly, flexing his money. (Which I didn’t care about- so… I made it a point to pay for the second half of our date)… our date was amazing. Conversation was amazing. Energy was amazing. He was like me… energetic, witty, intelligent, an ambivert… knew how to catch my little innuendos and how to respond while being respectful/making my heart melt at the same time. It felt a perfect puzzle piece. It just… worked in the midst of subtle differences. I felt like I had known him forever. We felt like an old couple. Our date was full of laughter… joking… great meaningful exchanges.. innocent flirting… we even dressed similar by coincidence. All that. The night ended well… I began to ask certain personal questions because my gut prompted me too.. I asked if he was seeing anyone- he said no.. he expressed intentions on seeing me but, said the ball was in my court since I went ghost last time. Long story short- something told me google his number to try to find details because, he said he wasn’t on social media. THAT GUT FEELING! I googled his number- this man had been pursuing me under a fake name. Same first letter but, not his first name or middle. That wasn’t the kicker- the kicker was him BEING MARRIED WITH TWO KIDS. One child being under the age of 1. The cherry on top was that he was an assistant coach for a well known NFL team. He had interviews, podcasts, college lectures on YouTube… articles through CNN… all that… When I tell you- my jaw dropped. I don’t care about status but, I felt so dumb. I felt played. Outside the obvious.. as to why it ended.. this man.. had the nerve to ask me was I going to stay with him. I didn’t cuss him out BUT, I wanted to. I enjoyed our time but as a woman with integrity.. I refuse to date someone else’s husband. I refuse to date a liar. I felt so sick for days about this one. Carrying guilt that didn’t belong to me. I would NEVER willingly involve myself with someone married. Safe to say.. blocked and forgotten.

🦍- *My last chin check* If my dating life was an icecream cone.. “he” surely was the cherry on top.

I don’t remember how we met really. I think it was via social media. He sent me a request and I didn’t think anything of it. We’d exchange small messages. Nothing serious. Idk when that changed but, he was another… “unexpected surprise.” I didn’t expect to like him as much as I did. (See a common theme?) Pushing myself to ride past the stop sign then, crashing. Some mutual “friends” tried to say “nooo… do not” for various reasons that I won’t say… But, when we finally met in person… he was cool. Tall. Handsome. Nice voice. Approachable energy. A leader from what was presented to me. A jokester like me. A man of God.. from our early conversations he seemed quiet… reserved.. (you see the theme) but, all in all… I was excited to get to know him. I didn’t see any red flags but also.. I wasn’t looking. I was too distracted by the height. 😂 We hung out and it went well.. so I thought… we went from talking consistently.. sleeping on the phone. (Stuff I didn’t do with anyone since my ex) to radio silence. I had text him/attempted to create conversation but he didn’t feel the need to respond or the responses were short. 🤷🏾‍♀️ And in true human nature, I thought.. “he must have decided that he didn’t like me” or “I must have done something wrong” or “he must have a girlfriend.” I reached out one last time with a heartfelt/honest message and didn’t receive a response. (Ouch..) days later… he responded with a text that I deemed very vague/shallow and an insult to my intelligence- so I didn’t respond.. the message stated that he didn’t want to waste my time. Eh. We had already been talking consistently. I thought he had genuine interest in me as someone he’d want to see where things could go with but I was wrong… *not to go through the entire timeline** we stopped talking.. began talking again… weeks later? *Long story made short again* After.. some things transpired & I felt the distance again. I felt like he was done after what happened.. happened… We had a conversation that left me hopeful that we’d still be moving forward (getting to know one another) He was so open in conversation. I’ve never heard him super goofy or laughing with all 32 teeth showing. I liked that part of him… I felt honored that he let me see him in his glory. He was goofy before but that conversation was different. After that… it got silent again.. we had an awkward conversation that he didn’t seem enthused to have & he told me that he was not ready for a relationship. (the with you was silent but, heard) 🤷🏾‍♀️ Eh. Happens. Rejection happens all the time, but I didn’t expect to feel played. I didn’t expect for him to be what I had experienced in the past. I appreciate not wasting my time but, I had already been intimate- emotionally.. physically. I had already built up this hope (no fault of his) in my head. I felt like we were compatible. Yes, we had chemistry (initially).. but, we (in my eyes) shared similar views… similar customs, etc. So the “I don’t want you”….stung like hell… and in true poet fashion… in true lover girl fashion… in true.. “I need to sit my ass down and heal” fashion… I internalized. I thought…If I was prettier, maybe. If I was smarter, maybe. If I looked like, so and so. If I had a bigger booty, maybe. If I didn’t give it up, maybe. Man.. did he only want? Did he not like it when we? All those thoughts…

And I share all this to my private yet public blog to say… IM SITTING MY ASS DOWN FOR THE REST OF 2023. Lol But, I say all that to say… heal.. be reflective and introspective. I say all that to say… it’s okay when things don’t work out. That’s life. Keep the ball rolling. You won’t have to prove your worth to “your person.” You won’t have to say “pick me” to your person. You won’t have to question or doubt if your person wants you… none of that.

I learned to stop internalizing not being someone’s person. Maybe, they liked you until they got to know you. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Maybe… they only wanted sex… maybe, they thought you were someone you weren’t.. there are a lot of maybe’s but ITS OKAY. Dating fails are apart of the game but, be wise.

It’s has been difficult to not over analyze but I’m going to listen on God. FOR REAL. He always shows signs and gives warning- but, are you listening?

See…I don’t think dating is necessarily bad but I need to take the hints. I need to see the signs. I need to stop settling because I don’t want to be anyone’s safe bet.. I don’t want anyone to be my safe bet…

I’m going to guard my heart. These dating fails have shown me that I am a giver. I give my all because I’m a nurturer at heart. I love deeply. I have a fragile but big heart. I wear my heart on my sleeve and sometimes that gives the illusion of “falling in love too fast or too hard” when I really… connect with energies… do I make the best decisions always? No… but, if we did.. would there be any growing room or lessons learned?

[xsadcorebenji]

intense phantom memory

my high school/jr. high, kinda “lifetime crush” (cuz it went into early college) growing up and i had pretty awful and weirdly strict parents

and one time she snuck out of her window (she lived down the block from me) using a rope,

and we hung out together in my room, all we did was sit really close with each other and take photos together on my laptop at the time, and i feel kind of stupid being too shy back then to initiate a kiss or make out

because she took a big risk to be with me and i did nothing but wanted her to initiate

the type of love i had back then for her is the type of love where i wish i could devour her (just fucking bite her all over) and i suppose my partners who followed within my lifetime dealt with the brunt of that sort of love

my mother came home early unexpectedly (which to me signaled she was already in a pissy mood and willing to strike physically) and i remember hearing the car peep and door sound etc.

i felt the color flush out of my face and my stomach sink. and i asked her to hide because i genuinely didn’t want her to face the barrage of verbal abuse my mother had no trouble dealing. (i’ve observed just how incredibly vicious she was with everyone of my brother’s girlfriends growing up)

i didn’t want that, at the time i was working on this indie film made by this college dropout, and i don’t think i had a car, it’s a little blurry when just remember i was a teenager

i told my crush to hide in my closet and i told my mother this lie involving how i needed to pick up a DVD copy of the movie from the director’s house, and she really wasn’t in the mood, but i somehow convinced her it was urgent.

so as she drove us all the while my mother just streaming constant passive-aggressive criticisms. i texted my crush when to sneak back out.

and sometime later (some other day) forgot when basically her mother found the rope she used to sneak out of the house, and confiscated it because she was freaked out and thought it was for bondage (which it wasn’t but she was into, we talked about it)

silly looking back and thinking, it was kind of thrilling at the very least. i told her everything ever, and she would always listen to me rant about whatever philosophical notion or whatever the fuck. i even talked to her while i masturbated once or a few times, like nothing over camera or whatever and not directly caused by her, it’s more we’d talk so late every night through AIM, i didn’t want to stop talking but i also wanted to relieve myself. and it was weird how she never rejected me as a friend for doing that.

the weirdest part of all of this is i haven’t thought about her for fucking ages, if anything i felt more hung up on my first major ex for such a long time, then the ex after i literally lived with.

it’s only the past few years i thought about her, i don’t know, like it’s crazy how vividly i remember any of this, because i GENUINELY forgot she even existed for a long fucking while. just not even something that really registered in my head.

but here i am thinking about, when we first moved to that neighborhood when we waited for the school bus for the new school for the first time, my mother spoke with hers and,

i had a crush on her immediately just based off of looks, there was just something i enjoyed about her face

knew she was a year younger so kinda knew we’d never have a real chance to talk so we didn’t know each other at all during elementary and after awhile i think i was 9/10 when i just walked back and forth from school instead. which was convenient because i was fiending off of hot fries from the bodega.

but i met her in the aftermath of my first ex in jr high she was just one of her friends and we instantly hit it off just consistently bare and honest with each other (or as i perceived)

i remember admitting to her that in the back of my mind i always wanted to meet her since that day of the first day of that elementary and she said she wanted to know me too

i confessed my feelings and she said she saw us together seriously but she didn’t want a serious relationship so i just waited in the back of my mind and only brought it up during random moments to comments like “no one loves me” but not in a way that’s like guilting (from my perspective and faulty memory)

the boyfriends didn’t matter until they were mean to me. and i mean i guess holding hands and being that close and holding each other and sneaking into movies together etc. was probably not great for their psyches.

and it’s not like i never stopped trying with other people, but it was always there in the back of my mind because no one else would keep my interest for that long. (i mean obviously until a vaguely similar scenario in college with someone else)

but christ silly things like how often we debated about weed because i was such a staunch straight edge person. i’m still straight edge but it was so funny looking back, because she would literally be lifting the high times magazines she was so into it.

i don’t know. maybe it’s being back in NY for so fucking long.

she stopped existing entirely in my memory banks. i genuinely used to think there was no one else i was meant to be with. because nothing else worked or stuck and in the aftermath i’d feel the yearning and it’d kill me.

and maybe during college i started to get more resentful. because i really was having a “miserable” time in college.

(i saw it in quotes because despite me being so “miserable” i was part of so many fucking friend groups it’s absurd actually to feel that lonesome, literally so many people will end up knowing me)

it’s funny. i don’t think i’d even want to date her if we ever reconnected, i think we had very few things in common. like she disliked my belief in reincarnation or the hopes for it. very much a staunch atheist, during the time i considered myself very much a “spiritualist” i genuinely honestly thought i was supposed to be an alchemist.

and i genuinely honestly thought she and i were probably together in a past life. i don’t think any of that anymore, and we really don’t/wouldn’t have anything to really talk about i suppose, i barely remember what we even had in common besides some music tastes.

i don’t know after the relationships after i knew which interests for me mattered more. so there would really not be much we have in common, (or honestly i blocked most of it in my memory).

strange to think about now.

the sneaking around memory just shot into my head so vividly and clearly.

i wish i could show you that i am way better with my emotions than i was before, but then again, i don’t care.

i don’t care for people who were just so unwilling to be patient for me. like i was so patient with everyone else all the time.

i hope i meet someone who genuinely wants to be patient with me, and someone who doesn’t just leave me when i start to break.

but again, i don’t really care anymore, i just kind of enjoy how things are now. there’s things i need to work on, but most of all. i need to be present and awake and THERE for myself more so than anyone else. i also don’t want to feel caged.

[worldofbryant]

January 23, 2017

Since the last entry, I've spoken to Daphne(call/text) several times. Daphne found her cell phone after 'losing' it. Her lil brother, Brett hid her cell. Then Saturday(1-21-17), me and Daphne spoke for 2 hours before she fell asleep on me(my baby was tired and her allergies was messing with her). Then earlier this morning, daph texts me and tells me that Desiree and Donovan are making fun of her because how she says certain things. Kids will be kids but, they(Desiree & Donovan) needs to learn some respect! If they continue this behavior when they get older, Gwen and Pete will have to rescue their 'precious darlings'. A couple nights ago, I was talking to Joe's ex, Courtney Johnson. She wanted someone to listen to her because her ex(not Joe) left her like a coward. Then Courtney says something about having a guy to come over and have some 'fun' but, they have to be out before her kids woke up. I said I contemplating the same thing when it comes to a female and Courtney thought I wanted to come over and mess with her. Courtney knows that I won't mess with her because she was with Joe and that's crossing the line of respect (bros before hoes). Courtney even asked how I felt about messing with her since it's been 9 years since her and Joe has been together. Could I mess with Courtney?....no! Again, Joe was with her. I did volunteer to help her with some things after she has this surgery for her shoulder. If Courtney is in a relationship like she says, then going to her house is a BIG No-NO! I get in from work last night and the first few minutes was great. Mom cooked an amazing dinner and the convo was good until...she tried to remember what Marcus wanted her to tell me. Come to find out, Marcus wanted me to upload the pics he sent me of his daughter Cheyenne to his Facebook page. That lead to mom getting anal about wanting the pic of Emily Shumpert. I had totally forgot about her wanting it. So, Thursday, I'm going to get a copy of Emily's pic along with the pics of Marcus's daughter. Mom got mad cause I said that she was computer illiterate but....she said it and I guess everything was supposed to have been good. Mom isn't tech savvy so her lack of knowledge is no big deal. I want her to explain the best way that she knows how but, if for some reason she doesn't understand things, ask to gain knowledge! Then mom had something about that she's not gonna ask me to do anything for her. If you remember correctly mother dearest, you wanted me to take you the food pantries when you thought I was going to get this car. Mom's attitude is due to her not having nicotine coursing through her body( no need for the attitude pissy Annie). She got turned down by the people in #150. If she would do her cigs correctly then she wouldn't have to go through so damn much and she wouldn't have to panhandle from people here at wooden Indian. Mom isn't going to be able to go to bingo (watch out there) and she's going to have very little left to get her cigs(that's another thing, she said she wouldn't have me to go get her cigs either...if that's how you feel!). So, what I might do so it makes mom in a better mood is, tell her to go to bingo and I'll put in $20 in what I'm going to send Damani. Mom's attitude just sucked! I told her that if I ever got that way when I get her age, I'm going to have Daphne throw away the key on me! Mom, you need to quit making up these excuses about your behavior, own up to why you act the way you do! I almost forgot, mom had said that she can smoke in the room because she pays the rent! No shit ya dummy! That last part she wears that out so damn much its tiresome like she is when she doesn't have a cancer stick in her fucking mouth! I'm not going to let her bring me down because she doesn't do nothing all day. By the way Stella, if you really think that I'd see you in a nursing home, you're as stupid as you fucking look...and sound! 'Joking' around with Marcus Anderson about sending you some cigarettes and something to drink isn't cute! You make yourself look stupid.

[yoimix]

haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.) 

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !! 

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck. 

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is. 

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort. 

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.) 

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️ 

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart. 

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3 

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win. 

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Emotional abuse is NOT to be normalized.

Hello everyone! Anon from the “

I’m a victim of emotional abuse

” post. And today I’m going to explain my story of the emotional abuse I went through. 

My story begins as a lot do, online. I was about 10 years old so I didn’t know what were red flags, and what relationships I should avoid. I had a very toxic friend group back then that enjoyed self deprecation and honestly bullying each other, me included. We used to do the cringe roleplays children do and making cringe oc’s. I met someone we’ll call Rin. 

Rin didn’t bully me like the others in the friend group and very often came to me for opinions, and over all talking without making me feel like utter garbage. I ate up all the praise, all the love and support Rin gave me. However, even as early as friendship, they would get angry at me if I did stuff they didn’t like and would sometimes ignore me, sometimes verbally assault me into apologizing for things I really shouldn’t have. 

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For context, Back then I was both unmedicated for anxiety and I was going through a harsh time with my aunt and cousins living with us. When I was 6, my drug addict uncle committed suicide and I’d been living with them for about 4 years by that time. (No, my parents nor aunt told us he committed suicide. at the time, don’t worry) They made my life HELL, constantly getting me in trouble and generally putting me down. 

Context: Rin was 16 when i was 10. 

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One day I was doing our daily playing games with the friend group and Rin when one of our friends, Rose, Told us we’d make a *great* couple. By that time I had some feelings for Rin, we’d voice call occasionally, to me they weren’t a stranger. Rin had agreed and in hind sight I was kind of pressured into the relationship. 

All of the behavior I mentioned before, where they would get pissy whenever I did something they didn’t like or get nice when I did something they *did* like got WORSE. It’s nothing like what media presents, because when people wish to manipulate you they will without hesitation. 

Rin began threatening bodily harm, showing me cuts if I did something vaguely wrong. They would tell me I was worthless without them. That if I’d “Only just listen to me I could make you the best girl ever!" 

They found it funny when I’d get squeamish over topics, continuing the conversations and saying that if I’d just tell them that I’d like it then they’d stop. 

One day when I was 11, it just got too much for me so I said we needed to break up. You wanna know what Rin did? 

They threatened suicide. They told me if I left them they’d kill themselves. That I was all they were living for. That I was the love of their life and if I left them it’d be my fault if they killed themselves. 

I was 11, I didn’t know any better about the situation but I knew I didn’t want them to die so I stayed. I stayed in the relationship. I tried 3 more times to break up with the same result. the same threat of Suicide. Sometimes with photos. 

After that original threat they began getting s*xual. They began mentioning we should meet up IRL, despite us being several states apart. They began describing what they’d do to my body s*xually when we met IRL. They told me that if I didn’t want to fulfill their fantasy’s I was a bad SO. That I should only exist to fulfill their wants and *their* needs. It didn’t matter what I wanted.

when I was 12, I finally had an out. They had been stabbed and sent to the hospital. They weren’t online so I took the chance and broke up with them when they couldn’t do anything about it. They tried when they got back but I was long gone. 

Now normally Media presents this as when a trauma victim starts healing and returns to perfect normalcy. That isn’t the case. Its been at least 4 years since I left them, since I got out of that situation, but I still have the fears. Have the insecurities. I still hear their voice telling me I’m worthless, That I’d be better off a trophy on their wall. That since I’m not their perfect ideal woman I should just shut up and be the best wife to the next man that decides I’m worth their time.

my anxiety’s voice, once a always changing one *became* their voice. I’ve healed, I’ve moved on from the abuse but their voice haunts me. Their Abuse has left mental scars that will NEVER heal. 

This is why having Mental Abuse of any form be normalized is horrible. because it means more people like me will go through situations like these. and not be allowed to escape because we’re "over reacting”. Because we’re “just in hysterics. it’s perfectly normal!" 

this is a serious issue that shouldn’t be brushed under the rug. Miraculous Ladybug is the WORST offender of normalizing Mental Abuse I have ever seen. because I KNOW the red flags. I have trained myself to see them. To protect myself. 

Normalizing normal little issues is fine. But mental abuse? never. NEVER should ANY form of abuse be normalized because it means more victims will appear. This shouldn’t even be a thing but here I am. Having to fight for people to realize this isn’t a thing that should be just accepted. 

TL;DR: My first ex threatened to cause bodily harm when i was 10, and when i was 11 threatened suicide for me daring to try and break up with them. I escaped when i was 12, only barely. Now my anxiety has taken their voice and haunts me to this day.

If you’ve read this long, thank you! and have some

kittens

for what I just made you read. Thank you for your time. 

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First of all, I want to thank you for your bravery in coming forward to share your experience. I am so sorry you had to go through this. Nobody deserves to be treated this way.

Second, you still raise a valid point. 

Media in general tends to downplay emotional abuse and parental neglect, a good example being Monica Geller’s relationship with her parents from Friends. Almost every episode featuring Monica’s mom showed her being insensitive to her daughter and constantly belittled her while undermining her achievements like prioritizing Ross’ new girlfriend over Monica’s weight loss in a flashback. Even if it was unintentional on her part, it still damaged Monica’s psyche, and this kind of treatment was always played for laughs.

The fact that even shows today tend to downplay mental trauma shows that people don’t really understand the kind of damage it can cause.

The way Chloe’s relationship with her mother is portrayed is a good example. At least Friends is targeted towards an older audience so it could be enjoyed in a morbid way by laughing at Monica’s misery, but at its core, Miraculous Ladybug is aimed at children. Children will see Chloe bonding with her neglectful mother and see it as normal, as a good thing.

The fact that Astruc still doesn’t get how bad Chloe’s upbringing was shows he doesn’t get mental abuse either.

You need to better understand mental trauma before actually trying to write it. Otherwise, you end up depicting mental abuse in the wrong way and give viewers the wrong impression of it.