#and going through rough breakups & divorces

[ilikebooksmoviesseriesandanime]

First Class

Days of Future Past

Apocalypse

[will-o-the-witch]

Things I’ve learned about love from working for a divorce attorney

Divorce happens to everyone, there's not a "type." Even smart, well-adjusted people choose bad partners, encounter deal-breakers after you're already married, or simply change over time to where you're no longer compatible.

You can come into your own at any time, and learn to finally stick up for yourself at any age.

There’s no time window for divorce where if you stick together long enough you’ve "made it." Some people get divorced after a year and a half, others after 25 or more. Love will always take work.

People often come in ready to sacrifice everything just to get the process over with, then realize they're entitled to way more than they thought. Don't undervalue your worth just to make things easier. You're entitled to fairness.

I don't care how much you say money doesn't matter in your relationship, yes it does. Keeping your finances separate solves a LOT of conflict. Money is the #1 thing people fight over in the divorce process besides maybe the kids.

Speaking of kids, out of mountains of cases, not once has any parent even suggested the divorce was the kid’s fault.

Life really does go on after a breakup, even a major one. Everyone that comes into our office is a full and complete person just going through a rough time. I think that's important to remember.

[holylulusworld]

Jerk next door (6) - Two new players

Summary: You move in next door to a jerk after a bad breakup.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Destroyer!Chris, Captain Syverson

Warnings: angst, mentions of past domestic violence (implied), mentions of divorce, mentions of past physical abuse, scared reader, mentions of past alcohol abuse, rueful Andy, mentions of murder

A/N: It's been a while, huh.

Jerk next door masterlist 

<< Jerk next door (5)

“No,” you violently shake your head. “I won’t set foot into his house. Let Quentin come and kill me. It’s better than being under the care of this man.” 

“Miss,” Chris sighs. He’s fucking tired of taking care of other people’s problems. “I’m tired, my head hurts like hell and I haven’t slept for a week. Please give me a break.”

“Oh,” considering his words you look at the stranger in your house again. He looks tired and sick. “Wait, have a seat. Do you want some water? I got not much food left, but I can make you a sandwich.”

“I came here for a reason, miss.”

“Y/N,” you offer a weak smile. “I’m sorry for barking at you. It’s his fault, not yours. You only try to help me.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs and takes the offered seat in your kitchen. “I get that you are mad at Barber. He’s a handful.”

“So, uh-Mr…” you furrow your brow. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Just Chris,” he takes the glass of water you placed on the table and chugs it down. “I’m sorry too. It was a rough month…or rather year.”

Chris closes his eyes for a moment and sighs deeply.

“Maybe you should stay out of this shitshow. I already packed the most important things. I’ll try to start anew somewhere else.”

“He will follow you everywhere you go, miss,” Chris opens his eyes. His blue eyes hold your gaze as you try to find a way to keep him out of your problems. “Quentin Beck is the kind of bastard not letting go. He doesn’t love you but won’t let you live your life without him.”

“He will kill me,” you whisper. “Quentin told me so when I finally found the strength to file for divorce. I embarrassed him by revealing what he did to me. Though, no one was there to help me. They all turned a blind eye to my injuries and his behavior.”

“No man should put their hands on a woman,” Chris sneers. “I will make sure he’ll never get close to you, Y/N.”

“Quentin won’t give up.”

“Let him come,” Chris gets up from his chair because you’re rubbing your arms and your teeth chatter. “You’re freezing.”

“I-I’m scared, is all,” you reply. 

“No. You’re cold,” he shrugs his jacket off and puts it around your shoulders. “You need to calm down. I know Andy was a jerk, but he’s our only chance to keep you safe.”

“I don’t want to hide at his place,” you sniffle. “He’s as bad as my ex-husband.”

“Andy would never hurt a woman,” Chris softly speaks to you. “Laurie got him good. She broke something inside of him. Jerk or not, he will do anything to keep you safe.”

“Promised?” You look up at Chris.

“Promised.”

“Bedroom, bathroom,” Andy nervously points at the bed in his bedroom. “I’ll take the guestroom. This one is bigger.”

“This is ridiculous,” you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “If only you left me alone. I didn’t do anything wrong to make you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, sweets,” he sighs and runs one hand down his face. Andy is fucking tired too. “Please let me at least try to make things up to you.”

“You put me in harm's line!” You throw your hands up. “I finally found a peaceful place and you had to ruin it for me. Even if he believes I left town, Beck will come back. If he sinks his teeth in your flesh, you are his next meal.”

Andy smirks. “Let him come. I’m not the tame and friendly lawyer if you fuck with me.” He cocks his head and watches you sit on his bed. Andy clears his throat and softens his voice. “I changed the sheets, and in the bathroom are fresh towels. I brought all your clothes into the walk-in wardrobe. It’s right through that door.”

Andy points at the door next to the bathroom.

“You can put them on the left side. It’s…empty,” he shrugs when you watch him with curiosity. “A habit.” He adds. “My ex-wife used to occupy the left side. I kinda never changed that. It’s empty since I moved in here.”

“I did the opposite,” you admit. “Quentin used the left side, and I put the silliest things on his side.” You grin. “He would so hate it.”

“Hmm…” Andy nods thoughtfully. “We removed any trace you lived at your house. A friend of mine will take your place. I had an emergency meeting with all the neighbors. They know about you, and Beck. Doris and Peter offered to have an eye on the house.”

“You make it sound so easily,” you wipe your wet eyes. “I used my real name, Andy. Sooner than later Quentin will find my employer, and I’m done for. He will come when I least expect it and…”

You look away. 

“He won’t,” Andy suddenly stands in front of the bed. “I don’t give a shit that he’s a cop. I’m an attorney lawyer, Chris is an ex-cop, and—” 

“And I was the leader of a special forces unit,” another man casually walks inside Andy’s bedroom. “Hello, sugar. Andy told me so much about you.”

“Hi,” you choke the word out, unable to think while crowded by the two of them.

The man holds out his hand. “Oh, she’s shy,” he hums and steps closer to look down at you. He looks even bigger than Andy and Chris. His blue eyes are soft, but his large hand promises more than a friendly handshake if you mess with him. “Captain Syverson, or Sy to you.“

„Hi,“ you squeak as he grabs your hand to shake it. His grip is firm, but you know, this is only a fraction of his strength. “I’m Y/N.”

“A pleasure to finally meet you,” he smirks, still holding your hand. “Andy told me so much about you, but forgot to tell me that you are the sweetest dame I ever laid eyes on.”

“Sy, can you just not?” Chris joins the party. He immediately glares at Syverson, not liking said man is still holding your hand. “We have a lot on our plate. Quentin Beck is sniffing around town. We got to stop him.”

“Let me break his neck then,” Sy grumbles. “Problem solved.”

“We are talking about murder in that case,” Andy ever the lawyer retorts. “We can’t just kill him, okay. All we have to do is convince him that Y/N left town.”

“All we gotta do is rip him a new one,” Chris bites back. “That piece of shit deserves to be punished for the crimes he committed. He’s hiding behind his badge.”

“I did a background check of Mr. Wonderful,” Syverson draws your attention back toward him, and away from Chris. “Y/N wasn’t the first woman he has hurt. Three of his former girlfriends reported him to the police.”

“Let me guess, the reports disappeared,” Chris makes a face. “I told you, he’s a piece of shit and had it coming for a long time.”

“Chris, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we can’t run around and kill random people. Bastard or not,” Andy stops the two men from conspiring. Both are skilled and undoubtedly able to take Quentin down. “We need to do this the right way.”

“Well, no shit Sherlock,” Syverson grunts. “The other women tried to do it the right way. No one helped them. The reports disappeared, and his colleagues made sure that they didn’t try to file another report.”

Andy scowls at Syverson. “I get it. He’s not a sweetheart and we are on our own. Let’s make sure he’ll never hurt a woman without killing him then.”

You rock back and forth while the men decide on your ex-husband’s fate.

Whatever is going to happen, you are too weak to stop them or Quentin…

Tags in reblog.

[highpriestess13]

Collective Reading!

Y’all know there’s a conjunction happening this Saturday right? On 4/20 👀👀. Let’s get into the energies happening for you guys on this day!

For starters, I see someone making a clear decisive decision to let something go and step into something new. I feel this may be between you and someone else, water and air energy… possibility of fire as well. Someone may have went into a connection with someone or gotten married and now someone may be having either doubts, there may be a lot turbulence or someone just wasn’t who they said they were. If that’s the case, I see a settlement or a divorce happening or this may be 2 people deciding to get help like a therapist or marriage counseling. However I do feel like someone is choosing to communicate that something may not be working out so there’s an ending to a relationship whether romantic or platonic. I’m not sure if someone is bipolar or constantly has mood swings, I also feel like someone has too much going on emotionally, so prioritizing the right things will help someone regain balance. So this Saturday, you may see a lot of divorces, breakups whether it’s your personal experience or others.

TRAVELING! I see some traveling for you guys, for some this may be for work. If it’s not a literal travel this could be a shift/ change of mindset. This shift will gear you towards focusing on your bag. You’re releasing the past and not letting it get to you or stop you from achieving certain goals for yourself. It’s also giving entrepreneurial energy. If this isn’t you, this is someone possibly coming towards you that have these qualities or energy. Or they may be a guide to you in some way. 666 is confirmation and I’m also getting “allow for things to happen”. This motivation is going to stem from the past like someone transmuting old energy into new energy.

On Saturday… there’s someone dealing with inner turmoil or inner demons however you may look at it if this is you. There’s still pent up anger, trauma, negativity. Someone could be feeling like a loner, this may be due to either power struggle OR abuse of power. Either way I just feel you separating yourself from anyone and anything that’s toxic and unhealthy for you or that may bring up past trauma/ triggers. If you’ve been feeling triggered a lot, it’s time to look within a figure how to maneuver around it or through it so that you don’t cause harm to others and yourself. 99 and 44 are confirmation. Heavy on keeping yourself protected and guarded from devil like energy so that your energy doesn’t get mixed up.

Someone from a spiritually gifted family or this may be meeting/ choosing your soul family or tribe. This could be your ancestors as well. I see celebrations and recognition for planting a fertile ground for your current or future family to thrive in especially on a spiritual level. The seeds took time to grow and thrive and it took a lot of hard work, dedication, ups and downs but you got it done and your ancestors/ spirit guides are celebrating you. They’re definitely happy with all of the progress you’ve made… could’ve been for the last 7 years, give or take for some. There’s still more work to do because you have such a huge responsibility and this is why they love and respect you so much because even when things get rough and tough and too much to handle you still keep going. Some of you could be catching a break or taking a much needed one so vacations are on the horizon. “Dedication” is what I’m hearing.

I see some emotions coming back to the surface. Whether it’s fears or something that’s been hidden in the subconscious for some time. I’m hearing “lying dormant”. If things begin to resurface for you at this time, it’s because you’re needing to face them so that you can properly heal and align with the energy. Be gentle with yourself and others and show some compassion.. being harsh isn’t going to do any Justice for your now anyone but being gentle will.

There’s an argument bound to happen between 2 people possibly men. We have fire and air energy. Whoever this fire sign is, they’re going to be the one to attack first while the air sign keeps themselves grounded and strong minded and not entertain the other person’s approach… if that makes sense. I feel like this fire sign is upset because a female may have chosen the air sign make. With this situation, faith is being restored. Someone is leaving behind certain rules on how something should be and just going with what they want. I’m also seeing someone being a divine messenger as well.. Moses is significant too.

[gowns]

THIS IS VITAL. Do not convince yourself that you have "insomnia" or go into bed thinking you're going to have trouble sleeping. Even if you've been professionally diagnosed. Doctors don't care about you the same way you care about yourself, so keep this in mind. You're one of many patients to them so you need to take control of your own health, and sometimes that means completely rejecting their advice and diagnoses. You need to tell yourself that you're simply going through a rough period and sleep might be difficult, but you're fine. I can't stress how important it is to psychologically believe that things are fine and/or will get better. A major component of insomnia for people who suffer from anxiety is the very anxiety around not being able to sleep. The anxiety compounds the issue and it thus becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's one of the many cases in humans where if you believe it's a problem, it WILL be a problem.

You need to find a way to, over time, decouple the association between sleep and whatever negative delusional spin you're putting on it. Do not predict the future with false and irrelevant evidence from the past. A bad night of sleep, or no sleep the day before does not mean it's going to repeat in the future. This is highly ILLOGICAL, but your brain won't care about this, it will force those thoughts on you. Be aware of your own cognitive behaviors and beat them out with clear, logical thinking. Obviously, this will be difficult since emotional states cause us to think delusionally, and insomnia along with the accompanying sleep deprivation will make it worse, but the big takeaway is to realize that you can't really trust your brain at this time because it isn't functioning properly and is under a lot of stress. This process can take time, be patient with yourself, especially if you think nutrition might be a factor. It's vitally important to remember that YOU CAN FALL ASLEEP. EVERY HUMAN HAS THIS ABILITY unless you have extremely rare genetic disorders or severe nutritional deficiencies that can EASILY be corrected.

You need to realize that it's ENTIRELY NORMAL to have problems falling asleep for days, weeks or even months at a time. Your case is likely NOT UNIQUE, and many millions of people over millenia have suffered and successfully recovered from this disturbance. It is scary because it is happening to YOU, but take comfort in the fact that it is also common and treatable. This is not blind hope, or lying to yourself, these are FACTS THAT YOU NEED TO CONSTANTLY REMIND YOURSELF OF because your brain will already be doing a great job of bringing you down with negative thoughts. You must truly believe that you're going to get better and fix the problem, while taking every possible step you can to move the dial in the right direction towards progress.

Take comfort in the fact that many people have sleepless periods like this for various reasons. Stress, nutritional deficiencies, terrible diets, anxiety, grieving, depression, breakups, divorces, etc. It's crucial to remember that all psychological stresses will diminish over time and you will return to normalcy. Your brain is constantly adjusting towards homeostasis, so YOU WILL HEAL IN TIME. YOU MUST KNOW THIS. Don't get obsessive over how long your recovery is taking, or set arbitrary goalposts (e.i. "I should be fine in a week"). Take things one day at a time.

Also be aware that stress depletes magnesium, which is responsible for reining in ruminating thoughts and relaxing you. Again, I urge anyone with insomnia and/or anxiety to do ample research on magnesium. It is absolutely a life safer.

[x]

[i-will-steal-your-intestines]

I’m feeling kind of sad. because. why is it that almost everytime I’m reading a fic I really love, the author is suffering?? like I’ll be so happy with the chapter, and then I’ll look at the author notes, and I will see that the author has encountered some form or the other of a tragedy or difficult circumstance in the time that they took to update. and they still chose to update btw, keep that in mind.

illness, surgery, death of a loved one, almost dying themselves, homelessness, the threat of homelessness, losing a job, going through a breakup or a rough patch in their relationships, caring for sick parents, having their parents divorce, etc. etc. they’re always going through something really, for gods sake I remember there was one where their house and most of their belongings burnt down, I think, it’s like a curse, that if you write good fanfiction you must go through misfortune at all turns of your life.

honestly I wish you all fic writers a very happy and safe, fulfilling easy life, and thank you for still continuing to write and contribute to the community even while going unimaginable horrors, I appreciate you and your efforts, love you 🫶🏼.

[discodiablo]

So what's Jesse's and Aiden's backstory? How did they meet? What made them kif? What's attracting them to one another?

Aidan was a depressed closeted bisexual forensic photographer during the 1970s who got embraced by a "corpse" he previously snuck photos of when he was getting his degree and subsequently met in a gay bar years later while drunk. He spent his fledgeling years learning about pathology and helping his sire's pack plan/clean murders and then killed off the pack with the help of his broodmate after a certain spoilery something happened (I'm an ST sorry). They left for Los Angeles right after, in the early 90s, and Aidan set up a crime scene cleaning business there

Jesse was a severely troubled automechanic/explosives engineer who had a rough life that ended up with him getting kicked out of the military in the 1940s for being "too dangerous and unstable", getting shipped back home, handed the divorce papers by his wife's lawyer, and locked up in a mental asylum. The next year he violently broke out, became a getaway driver, and died in a firefight. His parents (bio father and future stepdad who are vampires) got his corpse out of the morgue and embraced him. The three then spent the rest of their time in Miami building up a criminal empire. With unrest in the Sabbat and unwilling to tolerate a slight against their pack (and Jesse fresh out of another breakup... he has a long history of this), they all moved to Los Angeles in the early 90s

Jesse spent his first 10 years in LA going through a messy string of rebound flings with mortals who he mostly ended up killing. He didn't want his parents getting involved so he just hired a cleaner every time… and Aidan fell in love with the way he killed, so for 10 years he photographed and cleaned Jesse's "art" and tried to find out everything he could about him. When Aidan was confident he knew enough he finally approached and spilled everything. Jesse was just amazed that someone actually put that much work into him and was still interested despite everything so he broke his "no vampires" rule and took a chance

Aidan finds Jesse fascinating, like a scientist wanting to observe a specimen with endless notes on how he reacts to stimuli. Jesse appreciates that Aidan doesn't try to hold him back and will nonjudgementally let him be himself and persistently stick around despite everything. Being a Volgirre, Aidan appreciates Jesse's jacked body. Aidan is more on the "cute" end of the scale of the type of men Jesse goes for (he's still hunky, just not Duke Nukem hunky) but he's still cute to him. It's a masochist and sadomasochist relationship and I'll leave it at that

[vizthedatum]

I picked up my meds at my pharmacy today. I have gone there for several years now…

One of the pharmacy staff told me how proud she was of me, how different I looked, how much BETTER I looked, how I was doing a good job… how I looked happier.

They all know I was going through a breakup and divorce. They don’t know that many other details. Maybe they could tell that something weird was going on? I wonder what other people saw.

But it was really validating to hear her say all that. I know I look different but today I’m wearing clothes I’ve been wearing on and off for this whole week, haven’t showered, haven’t styled my hair, sleepy and fatigued, trying my best during this cursed week, etc.

It was validating that despite me going through a hard time, I KNOW VISCERALLY that most of the pharmacy staff have seen me in very worn-down states - usually sleep-deprived, sleeping too much, extremely high and/or dissociated, worried and not happy, and… usually with my ex.

I’m so happy and proud of myself. Even though times are rough, I am more sure of myself - I am more ME. And anyone who tries to literally drain me… I know I can leave before things get bad.

[thelittlestspider]

I need to know about the polycule,, what are the internal dynamics? is there any jealousy, possessiveness etc.?

i think to really get into the polycule i have to talk about the og ships first, then segue into the ones formed later on. so this is probably gonna be pretty long lol.

joe/carter: joe and carter are connected to each other in some cosmic way they don't really understand. they're each other's rock in a sea of evil. they're soulmates. they did not start off that way lol.

joe and carter became partners after they went through basically the entire sector and got paired together because they couldn't work on a day to day basis with anyone else. after a rocky start eventually they bond and become friends, leading to a brief romance that would haunt them for years until they met again.

joe and carter fantasized about running away together and starting a new life, but felt too bound by their responsibility to the others to even think about it as possible.

once they do get married, it's kind of trial and error. they have to learn to communicate with each other again so they can figure out where the boundaries are and how to navigate around their issues (they end up going to therapy, which helps).

ray/scott: ray and scott are soulmates basically. they met when they were kids and it was pretty much love at first sight (even though they didn't recognize it at the time).

they don't realize they have feelings for each other until they're like in their 20s, even though they've been each other's number 1 since forever (everyone thinks ray and scott are secretly married or think they're hopeless because they're oblivious to the fact they're basically married).

peter/javier: peter and javier are best friends who have known each other since they were ten. they met during murder camp and after some murder attempts became inseparable. these two cannot imagine what their lives would have been like had they not met each other.

i think one of the reasons that they fell so hard for carter was that they sort of gave them their freedom without even realizing it. because they had imagined what it would be like to run away and be able to get married and start a life together a million times, but carter killing alastair made that possible. which is like the greatest gift that someone has ever given them.

joe/ray/scott/(carter): these three had a rough beginning that was only going to get rougher. it sort of began as them bonding when they thought carter was dead and they were in mourning. then things got fucked up when joe and scott realized that not only had they met before, they were in this whole relationship that got erased that's felt like a limb that got cut off that they didn't even know they were missing.

ray doesn't really know where she fits in their relationship. she was in the beginning stages of something with scott and carter but carter's gone and now she's in limbo with scott and this grieving man she barely knows.

ray goes through a nervous breakdown and a bad breakup with alec, and some other stuff and like basically sort of a divorce arc where they find out later that carter is alive (carter left a message on ray's phone saying they're alive in salvation, but ray's phone gets lost? while she's running from ranch goons and it gets recovered later somehow. how i don't know yet lol). joe leaves to go find carter and ray and scott are so miserable because they love him so much. then they decide to go after him and all of them be together.

peter/carter/javier: there wasn't really any jealousy here, because they mutually decided they wanted to marry carter the minute carter handed their asses to them and killed their abuser.

in their love language carter might as well have put up a neon sign saying marriage material. carter flees necropolis to meet their sibling in red dog and peter and javier follow carter, starting a beautiful, naive, idiot courtship that carter is very resistant to (at first).

like the first thing peter and javier do after getting married is start stealing a bunch of shit (peter), and joining the bounty hunters guild (javier) to buy a house for the three of them to live in.

i know what you're thinking, "that's insane. why would they do that?" because 1) they were raised in a murder camp where the only people they had was each other. 2) they've only been with each other by this point (until patrice). 3) because of this they're kind of naive, and they don't really know how regular courtship works. if they weren't so incredibly sincere i'd be like, "girl, run for it!"

peter/javier/patrice: i think peter was kind of jealous of patrice when she and javier started dating because patrice was pretty and 'normal.' but patrice was kind to him and they developed a friendship. patrice lives in her own place even after they get married because she likes her space, and they respect it.

a lot of carter's resistance to them is because they think peter and javier are still out to get them, then later it's because of carter's issues. but they eventually come around and they end up married later on.

i think the real friction comes in when carter refuses to put up with peter's feral gremlin nonsense lol. javier's so used to peter climbing all over him and knocking things out of his hands to get to him that he just kind of accepted his fate. carter absolutely will not put up with it lol.

they're fine with peter being clingy, but if he knocks stuff out of their hands or out of their lap they will tell him exactly what they think about it and deny him kisses, which he cannot abide by (javier feels bad for being thankful that carter has domesticated peter into being a better husband, but mentally he thanks carter for their service lol).

javier and patrice have a quiet, passionate relationship with mutual love and respect (not that peter/javier don't also have that in their own way. it's just different). they're the kind of couple that can share a thousand words with just a look. they also have a mutual interest in death (javier because of his upbringing/religion, and patrice being a mortician in training).

i don't know if peter and patrice have romantic interest in each other, but they do get married for convenience.

carter/patrice: carter and patrice worked at the roadhouse together, so they became friends before they married peter and javier. i imagine they're the sort of wives who drink coffee together while their husbands wrestle in the living room, and read novels together. (ray fits perfectly into this dynamic)

joe/javier and joe/peter: peter and javier were extremely jealous of joe because he's carter's 💖 long lost love 💖 and they were afraid carter was going to leave them for him. joe was sad at first because he thought he lost his shot with carter and then was happy when carter reassured him that they still loved him, then sort of like didn't know what to do about carter's jealous husbands lol.

basically they just like get in his face and are like, "if you break our wife's heart, we'll kill you" and joe's like, "are we about to kiss?" it doesn't really hit them how serious it is until joe moves in with them and like. commits himself to being not only a good husband to carter, but also them as well. then all the righteous anger and indignation just turns to horniness lol.

ray/javier: ray likes the quiet, honorable types and javier fits that to a t. she thinks he's very sweet, and terribly sexy when he's in his Serious mode.

scott/javier: once the chaos dies down these two form a quiet relationship where they just sort of chill together. scott and javier are like the laid back guys in the polycule. they could sit in the back yard in complete silence for hours holding hands and be completely comfortable.

ray/peter: i'm not really sure exactly what their dynamic is, but it's probably similar to peter/patrice.

peter/scott: i talked about them a little bit here, but i want to expand a little bit on it. i'm going to get nsfw here because once they get past the pettiness these two are demonically horny for each other and so stupid about it. imagine playing chicken with someone you know wants to have nasty sex with you because you're both too stubborn to lose.

[devinwolfi]

ohhhh my god ok pls keep in mind that i watched angel one (1) time ????? years ago (more than 10, time is fake, etc) and immediately turned off the tv at the end like “wow what the fuck was that. anyway” so lots of this may be misremembered or made up so please accept this salt shaker 🧂 and let’s fucking goooo

so this happened in one of the later seasons iirc? 4 maybe? anyway cordy and angel either had a big dramatic breakup or he cheated on her, i can’t remember. but either way he fucked (drum roll) darla??? yes that darla, his sire who for sure died in buffy s1, but we don’t deal in continuity here, this is angel. so she’s??? back??? somehow??? and they fuck which ok whatever except!!! she gets pregananant! which again, theoretically not possible, but this is basically fanfiction so what the fuck.

so she’s knocked up with her vampire zombie spawn thing, and i can’t remember if she sticks around for a bit while the baby cooks and ups the angst factor with cordelia? or it might just be a magical uncle ben’s 2 minute baby situation. either way she dies in childbirth (like she dusts out and there’s just?? an infant???) so angel is left to raise this monstrosity alone. sad.

but then! the babby! is…kidnapped. to hell, for some reason? unclear. so angel has to go to hell to get his child back, except OH NO time dilation shenanigans, the baby is all grown up now even though he was just born last week! he’s a moody teenager and angel is a deadbeat dad, oops

so he brings this understandably angsty and resentful teenage boy (i wanna say connor? don’t quote me) home to his weird bunker thing with all his monster hunting friends, which like. good job, a+ parenting. and it’s rough and the kid hates him for abandoning him in hell (fair) and it’s all very the first half of a steve martin movie where the divorced dad tries to bond with the kid he doesn’t know, yk?

but then. THEN. cordelia decides this is her moment. her friend/ex/whatever is struggling! he is trying to bond with his child! cordy can help! by….fucking him. yeah, she fucks this traumatized 16yo monster baby who was literally born last week, because that’s a responsible adult choice. reliving her queen of sunnydale high glory days??? literally who knows

and if you think that’s the worst bit about this nightmare plotline, strap in! we’re not done! guess who else gets pragnet? that’s right babeyyy, cordelia is having *checks notes* angel’s grandchild????

who turns out to be, i shit you not, gina torres. fully grown gina torres who is also god, for some reason? and this whole thing starting with darla mysteriously coming back from the dead all the way to connor being raised in hell (where angel couldn’t influence him to be uhhhhh a normal well adjusted child ig??? didn’t seem to be a huge risk all things considered but what do i know) was part of the great ineffable plan to get cordy to give birth to gina torres in white robes and return god to the world

except she turns out evil (obv) bc she’s like some alien thing idk and they have to kill her. but yeah. that’s the most fucked up thing i remember from angel? also the only thing rly. pretty sure cordelia and angel get back together in the end? there might be another love triangle with spike, which like, can a guy catch a break? goddamn

what in the twilightriverdalesupernatualvampirediaries

the only part of this that makes any sense is gina torres is god bc that just feels right

but seriously every modern monster show wishes they were buffy(& co(angel(through gritted teeth))) no one will ever have what they had

also assuming xander has been brutually killed by this point which, i hope so, i wonder how he feels about cordy and angel bc his type in women is women who are into angel

[daydadahlias]

scene 14: endgame, no one can tell me otherwise. well, they can, but i will throw cacti at them

take notes: oh they stay together and it's a wildass fucking ride too

tiger stripes: those dudes 100% end up getting married with one of the big kitties being the ring bearer and then go through a weirdass fucking divorce seven months later

red light: stay together for a substantial amount of time but i don't think i see them as a happily forever after type beat?

fine print: i feel like they probably stick it out but with a lot of ups and downs

and action: they have a casual and fun thing going on for a semester or two but then kinda fizzle out. they remain friends tho

paint me: fuck you, they get together and they stay together

scene 14: absolutely agree; they went through too much stupidity to throw it away. they do break up once briefly when Ashton books a role that requires long distance but get back together super soon after.

take notes: they absolutely stay together. Honestly doubt they breakup even once. And as we’ve discussed, they also explore lots of fun kinky stuff too 💙

tiger stripes: yeah they get married when the circus goes through Vegas and get a divorce. they get back together later though

red light: they buy a house together but have a big blowout fight over what color to paint the walls

fine print: they stay together but yeah it’s really rough at times. calum makes things difficult at one point

and action: they make it a solid two semesters but Luke studies abroad and they realize they want different things long term. totally remain best friends though!

paint me: they’re long term fuck buddies

[venominyourcoffee]

A lawyer and her doll

It was a cold winter afternoon, in a sterile and boring lawyers office. A young woman fresh out of collage sat at her desk, a lawyer waiting for her first real case. Veronica Grim, age 20 with a masters in law and graduated top of her field. She studied criminal psychology and was damn good at it. She sat in her long black skirt and button up blouse as she sat at her desk. The room was abuzz with the sound of loud phone calls, the smell of cheep cigarettes and stale coffee, and the atmosphere this was more of noir detectives office then a law firm. Didn’t help everyone at the office dressed like a Dick for the 40s. Veronica filed her long black painted nails as she read a magazine about hair dye and fashion. The images of the obviously photoshopped women on the pages gave Veronica ideas. “Hmmm. Maybe I’ve dyed pure black for too long… maybe grey? Or perhaps a soft blue?” She muttered to herself. However she was quickly interrupted as the head chief of the office yelled out “Grim! To my office!” Which made the woman roll her eyes and sigh as she stood up and walked to the oak door. “Yes mister Salvador?” Veronica’s tone laced with disinterest as she approved the elderly man sitting in his big chair and fancy suit. Veronica had been at this office for a month and was given nothing cause she was new. The older man adjusted his tie and handed Veronica a vanilla envelope. “This just came in. Simple divorce hearing. The spouse cheated and the client wants out and half her shit back. Think you can handle it?” His tone sarcastic and laced with a talking down tone. Veronica grabbed the envelope abruptly and looked over the case file. “Zetari? No last name… seems like an easy case. You can… ugh… count on me sir.” She said as she walked out.

Three days later Veronica wore her best black suit with a red tie and cape, as she loved brining a gothic look to the courtroom. Her long velvet cape with a blood red finish matched the vampire styled suit with red and gold accents on a pure black color. She arrived at the area she was told to go to meet her client. However something bothered Veronica. It was her client, miss Zetari. That photo in her file, it had such beautiful eyes ridden with sorrow. Her beautiful black hair covered her unique skin and those eyes, they stayed with Veritable. Every time Veronica would look at the case photo, she felt her heart patter but also sink, seeing such beauty go through this horrible case. “Who would ever cheat on someone so beautiful?” This thought crossed Veronica’s mind all week. This was highly unprofessional and Veronica knew it, she had to get these thoughts out of her mind and focus on the case.

Veronica stood waiting for her client until she heard a soft spoken voice squeak out. “I- h-hello? Are you miss Grim?” Veronica used her red and yellow, sunset like eyes to see the woman who muttered those words. Veronica was met with a shorter Teifling woman in her very very late teens, probably just turned 20 days ago. She was in a beautiful sundress and a book cluttered with papers. Her misty cloud like eyes avoiding contact until they met Veronica’s, which took her breath away. “H-hi… my name is Veronica- I MEAN! Your um- your Veronica, I’m Zetari. Sorry I’m just- I’ve been a wreck these last few days… the breakup has been… rough…” her voice horse as if she’d cried recently but also her breath was caught in her throat as she was stunned by Veronica’s image. Her stature towered over Zetari’s as she was easily 6’4, her beautiful sunset eyes burned through Zetari, her pale skin contrasted with the ocean abyss like black of her suit, and her shaper teeth flooded Zetari with impure thoughts. As for Veronica, her heart skipped a beat but also broke seeing such a beautiful woman being out through such unimaginable pain.

The court case was an easy win, for a few reasons. For one Zetari kept lots of evidence of the cheating, her wife of a year had cheated with some gym jock who thinks he knows everything. However something else drove the case in Veronica’s favor. Hearing Zetari recall the heartbreak she felt and seeing those eyes water and her hands shake. It awoke something in Veronica, the desire to protect Zetari. A fire burned in Veronica’s core as of coal being shoveled into a steam engine going at full throttle and gaining speed. And like a true steam engine in its prime Veronica made her power in the court room known as her voice rung out like a train whistle. In the final moments of the case it was intense as the cheating wife was arguing, yelling about how she’s losing so much. “Why would I cheat on her? I love her!” Hearing this enraged Veronica, who had been relentless with her accusations and backing them up with evidence and shutting down any opposition. In a rage and a crime of passion, Veronica slammed her hands on the bench and screamed like a soldier, “if you loved her, you wouldn’t be breaking her heart!” Her voice was booming like a thunderous storm that echoed through the court room and it was almost like the force of her voice created a strong wind burst. That statement struck directly to Zetari’s heart as if cupids arrow and immediately shut up the other woman. This was not normal behavior for a lawyer but Zetari knew this was genuine care. They had just met but there already was a connection. As the case ended in favor of Zetari, she was shaking just being happy it was over. The two walked out to seeing it pouring rain as the air was freezing cold. Zetari breathed and tried to steady herself. “T-thank you miss Grim… I just-“ she was cut off as Veronica placed her suit jacket around the young girl much to her surprise. The jacket smelled of a warm smell of burning cider wood and fresh roses. Veronica’s often cold dominating glare was replaced with a slightly warmer expression as her dawn colored eyes seemed a little warmer as she spoke. “You can call me Veronica. Um… would you like to grab coffee sometime?” Zetari was taken back but immediately felt a sense of safety and warmth as she shyly smiled and nodded as she slightly blushed.

3 years later, Veronica and Zetari had gotten together as Veronica slowly helped Zetari heal and open back up again. Veronica was determined to help Zetari heal and grow her self love and confidence, and Veronica was an amazing teacher. The couple slowly became more obsessed with each other. The touch, the moans, the smiles and the nights together in each other’s arms. It both warmed Veronica’s cold heart, while also helping Zetari recover and grow her own love for herself and her love for Veronica. The couple eventually moved out west to the coast where Veronica was picked up by a powerful law firm that paid very well. Zetari had started her own coffee shop, her dream since she was little. Veronica had been so supportive, helping Zetari find her spark again. In the winter of next year they were set to marry. On a warm summer evening the year prior Veronica took Zetari to the beach to watch the sun set. And just as the last glimpse of light was about to go out, Veronica proposed with a beautiful ring of spiraling diamonds. Her proposal was simple. “You’ve helped me find myself, and I never want to far away from you again. So let’s spend forever in each other’s arms as wives. Let me give you the life you deserve by my side for always. And they day I leave you is the day I die, and even then I’ll haunt your sexy ass and give you ghost sex like in ghostbusters.” Giving a slight chuckle and smile as she saw Zetari’s eyes water with joy as she eagerly accepted.

That night Veronica and Zetari had spent the entire night in the throws of passion for they sealed their engagement with what fekt like a thousand orgasms and moans of “I love you” were filling the air of their bedroom. They barley fell asleep in the early morning and eventually woke up in each others arms as Veronica was so happy to wake up to her future wife. Together for the last year and a half Veronica and and Zetari worked hard to build up Zetari’s cafe all while Veronica spoiled the love of her life rotten. Veronica was very well paid, especially after getting an incident man off of a murder charge and I’m the process helped out the real killer away. Veronica would spend most of her cases defending people with wrongful convictions and putting murders away with zero mercy. Zetari was actually surprised one day when she was on shift at the cafe and say her girlfriend/fiancé on the front page of the newspaper. The headline read Veronica’s new nickname of the legal world, “The Archangel Attorney puts away killer of 7 year old cold case!” Zetari was so proud of her true love and when she saw Veronica walk into the shop in the afternoon, she immediately hugged her tight. Zetari and Veronica spent the afternoon nursing some iced coffee as Veronica chuckled at the news story. “Archangel Attorney? HA! I’m more like the devil. Fallen from on high and was god’s favorite. God in this case being my old law school. I’m not THAT egotistical.” Zetari chuckled as she sipped her coffee. “Well your definitely my goddess that I love to worship~” she said with a chuckle and stealing a kiss with a wink.

Zetari awoke in her large comfy bed in her luxury apartment bedroom. The smell of snuffed out incense and the scent of perfume and plant life was the first thing conscious Zetari knew. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the morning sun filtering through thick black curtains, illuminating the flower hand painted walls. Veronica and Zetari shared their living space and it’s design. As Zetari pulled herself from under the fluffy warm blanket, she felt an empty space next to her on the soft bed. Zetari rubbed her eyes and stretched in her baggy band t-shirt as she was used to waking up like this. Zetari’s cafe only needed her three days a week and Veronica’s lawyer office operated on weekdays, starting at the crack of dawn. This was so normal for the couple, Veronica had a custom full length body pillow of her made for Zetari to cuddle as she woke up. Veronica spent no expense on the pillow, even making it double sided. One one side a drawing of Veronica with her hair down, wearing a baggy shirt and loose PJ pants and a warm smile on her face. On the other, an illustration of Veronica topless wearing lingerie underwear with a sensual look as she bit her Zetari smiled and cuddled the pillow and kissed it. “Morning babe. Go get ‘em tiger.” She said before giving the puddle a squeeze and getting up to brush her teeth and wake up.

Zetari did one last stretch before getting out of bed and walking out of her bedroom to her off room bathroom. The bedroom was filled with a soft fuzzy carpet and adorable stuffed animals and squishmellows of all kinds. Some adorable and some more of a thing you’d buy at hot topic. The walls were decorated with art the couple made, photos of their vacations, beautiful and abstract works of street art, and the greatest piece of all. A beautiful pure blank canvas with the outlines of two asses and two pairs of legs. The girls made this as they got a blank canvas and corned their ass and under their legs with paint and sat on the canvas. The bedroom was a moderate size as the hallway that leads from the bathroom to the living room, was a little long and decorated with more adorable coupe selfies and art.

Zetari picked up her modernized flip phone and checked her messages as she brewed a cup of coffee. The first message was from her friend and cuddle buddy Jinx. “hey girl, just wanted to invite you for a weekend up in the mountains. Three girlfriends alone, in the cold, forced to snuggle to stay warm and sit naked by the fire.… I don’t know why we would be cuddling to keep warm and ALSO sitting naked but- shut up do you wanna get screwed by Veronica and get snuggles in a cabin or not lol. Love you!” Zetari chuckled and texted back “sure. I’ll ask Veronica. Love you too bitch <3.” She smiled and finished making her coffee as she looked at the text notification from Veronica. Zetari’s eyes widened as she read the small paragraph from Veronica.

“Good morning love. I’m sorry for leaving you in the early morning, however today is special. I have a special gift for you at my office, and at home. Look under the bed frame. There is a locked box, the code is the release date of one of my favorite books. Read the next messages when you open the box. Xoxo.” Zetari was excited as she downed her coffee and hopped like an excited bunny over from the kitchen to the bedroom.

Just like the text said there was a medium metal box with a combination lock. Zetari was confused at the hint. “One of my favorite books.” It vexed her as she struggled to remember some of the books Veronica had read. Suddenly it came to her. Fahrenheit 451, released in 1953, Zetari entered the code and heard a click as it unlocked. Zetari was excited as she opened the box lid. However her excitement quickly turned into a deep burning blush in her cheeks as her heart skipped a beat as it saw what was inside the box. Inside the box was a seemingly custom made chastity belt complete with a remote control vibrating dildo and butt plug. Also inside was a pair of Bluetooth earphones and a pair of beautiful red lace panties with a flower design and a matching bra. The final item was a small USB stick with “deliver me” written on it. Zetari took a breath as she tried to relax and calm down as she was blushing with a burning passion as she tried to read the rest of Veronica’s message. “Surprised kitten? I bought all of these for you, I even was so kind to charge them. And of course I have the remote. Now I have one hell of a day planned but I need you to do a few tasks. First your going to wear the belt with the toys turned on. And once you put on the belt it will instantly lock and I have the only key so be ready. Next your going to put in those earphones and go to the link in this message. It will play a recording on repeat until your within 5 feet of me. You are to leave the headphones in and I’ll know if you take them out. Third, your going to wear the lingerie and put on a modest but cute get up I’ve already chosen for you. It’s in your closet. Now this is the last step and it’s very important. You must deliver me that USB drive to me by 2pm today. Knowing you, you woke up at 9am. You’ll be done with breakfast and morning coffee by 9:45. You should be all geared up and out the door by 10am. You then have four hours to get to me. If you come late, you will wear that belt until the toys battery dies. This is now an official order. And I will know when you see this text message. If fact the little “has been read” notification has probably been seen by me by now. As of reading this, you have 43 five minutes to get ready and put everything on. Your on the clock kitten, don’t disappoint mommy.”

Zetari’s mind was racing as her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest. She quickly went to eat a fast morning breakfast of cereal before braving the box again. With a gulp she began using her favorite lube to loosen and finger herself to ready herself for the toys. Just having her fingers inside her made her mind run with memories of Veronica and how her cold digits ran along her sensitive skin. After a few moments Zetari believed she was ready. She slowly pushed the plug inter her aching hole as the plug eventually found a snug and secure spot. It was a little bigger then she was used to but had a beautiful diamond end. She then fastened the dildo to the belt and with a slight fear of what comes next, she slid the dildo into her aching heat and went to fasten the belt and lock it into place. Once the dildo was fully in her, rubbing her g spot, she clicked the metal locks of this medieval chastity belt shut with a loud click. And to her surprise and slight horror Veronica was right, it locked itself and she couldn’t take it off. The dread of the coming torture was building as every step made the plug be pushed deeper and the dildo run against her g spit. Already a blushing mess who couldn’t stop the small whimpers she made, Zetari went to her closet after putting on the lingerie. In the closet she found a bag pair of jeggings, a black t-shirt and a denim jacket filled with patches. Zetari got dressed as she heard a text notification, making her jump. She didn’t hate this at all, in fact she loved this. But boy was Veronica a scary Dom when she’s this serious.

Zetari looked at the message, and of course it was from Veronica. “Awww how do you feel love? Are you ready? Well put in those earphones and but on a brave face. It’s only an hour commute to my office. Two hours if you walked. Now be a good kitten and do as mommy says and you will be rewarded.” Zetari took a deep breath and smiled as she put in the earphones, connecting them to her phones Bluetooth and hit the link in the messages. Immediately and without warning, and the vibes came to life. The deep and powerful buzz of the dildio immediately stimulated Zetari’s pussy which earned a loud and sudden moan from her. She could feel her knees buckle and bend and she reached for the near by table to catch herself as she half fell to the floor. She took a few deep breaths as she tried to settle her mind and body. Her breath was fast and taken from her completely as her face was aflame with a deep blush as she tried to take slow shaky breaths. And just as Zetari believed she could handle this, the earphones began playing the recording. The receding was an audio file of Veronica giving praise to Zetari and moaning and making kissing noises to a sensitive microphone all while a deep hypnotic tone played in the background. One of the many lines in the repeating audio was Veronica saying in a moaning tone “relax my love. Let the pleasure over take you. Be my beautiful obedient slut. Let me mold you into my perfect bimbo fuck toy.” Zetari’s mind was already spinning and getting fuzzy as she could already feel her first orgasm slowly creeping over the edge.

Zetari tried to muster her strength as she tried to suppress the building pleasure as she walked with weak knees to leave the apartment. With each step, the pleasure of the dildo and plug was shifting, like digging knives of lust into Zetari’s brain. All while her subconscious was assaulted by the subliminal conditioning of Veronica’s enticing and sensual words. Zetari thought the best chance of making it was to take a cab. She hailed a taxi and told the driver the address of the law firm. Zetari’s mouth was a agape as she was sweating as building pleasure was about to crash into Zetari in a powerful orgasm. Zetari did everything to stop the pleasure from brimming over. Crossing her legs, trying to hun to hide her moans, even trying to slap her face lightly to direct attention. But to no avail. Within moments the first orgasm crashed Zetari’s system as her legs began to shake and twitch as her face naturally made a face of exploding pleasure. Zetari’s toes curled in her shoes as she let out a loud moan as her orgasm overtook her entire body but the sex toys kept going, driving Zetari mad by the overstimulation. “Ah- fuck- oh god! Oh fuuuuuckkkk!!!” And all while the orgasm was milked from Zetari without mercy, the headphones played the same brain numbing loop of hypnotic pleasure. This created a spiral Zetari’s mind as she could feel her IQ and shame dropping.

Veronica had introduced her to this, a particular fetish she liked and so did Zetari. Dumbfication and it’s sister fetish, bimbofication. The way Veronica explained it, the two fetishes worked hand in hand as a two step process. Dumbfication was the act of lowering a persons intelligence during sexual acts. A way to calm the mind and remove things like intrusive thoughts. Leaving them more relaxed and submissive as they chose to not think. While bimbofication was the act of turning someone into an air headed sex loving bimbo. Veronica introduced these fetishes to Zetari first as a coping mechanism. Veronica had studied psychology in school and knew things like past trauma, heartbreak and constant social media can fill a person with anxiety and insecurities. This was especially true when Veronica and Zetari were exploring their sexuality and their bodies. Zetari was slightly insecure about her body. Things like her smaller chest and hips, the color of her skin, and her body not being like those photoshopped girls in porn and magazines. Veronica had introduced these kinks into Zetari’s life to help her cope and grow to love her body. Slowly it went from Zetari saying “can we turn the lights off? I don’t want to see my thighs…” to Zetari saying “use your perfect fuck toy mistress! I’m your perfect sexy bimbo who loves your touch!” Eventually Zetari’s confidence rose and now it’s just a fetish that the couple likes. Zetari loves going dumb in bed and letting Veronica take over, especially after a long and hard day. However enjoying bimbofication was fun for both parties, it left a hypnotic lock on Zetari’s mind that when things like this happens, it has an incredibly strong effect so they do it in moderation. It had dawned on Zetari’s quickly numbing mind that they hadn’t done this kind of play in a while. “Oh shit” was the only none lewd words that flashed in her mind.

The cab driver was surprised at Zetari’s shaking legs and loud moans and screams. However he was recovering from a hangover from a night out with his husband and their friends and quite frankly, he wasn’t paid enough to worry about some pervert in his cab. So he kept driving turning his passenger out. Zetari however was very deep in her sexual torment. Her first orgasm had finally passed but now she was more sensitive and the toys kept going. Wait did they just increase in intensity? Zetari’s breath was getting short and heavy as she was overstimulated by the constant vibrations in her ass and pussy as her brain was stimulated by the hypnotic audio playing in her ears. Zetari’s mouth fell open as she started to drool on herself as her eyes rolled back and her mind was becoming more and more corrupt. Zetari’s nails dug into the cheap and worn leather of her seat as she screamed “f-faster! Drive- drive faster p-please!!!” The driver kind of picked up the situation and rolled his eyes as he shifted gears. “This is gonna cost you extra miss. Now let’s ride this crazy taxi!” He said with a small evil grin being told to drive a bit more recklessly as he hit the gas. The taxi sped up and bobbed and weaved through the mostly empty streets as it was still fairly early in the day.

Zetari tried to regain her sanity as she slowly got use to the stimulation as the vibrations started to go back to the low setting. She clenched her fists as she tried to calm down as the hypnosis played in her ears. However the earphones she was wearing made a new noise that muffled the audio file. It was a text notification that made Zetari use her slightly shaking hands ti reach for her phone, and to see it was a text from Veronica. “Hello my darling. I can see your phone is making its way to me at quite frankly fast speeds. I have two questions darling. Color and have you reached orgasm?” Even in a fuzzy minded state Zetari knew what she was talking about. Asking for color was the first basics of BDSM Veronica taught Zetari. Asking for color meant asking how the scene was going. Green meant keep going, yellow meant slow down and talk about it, and read meant full stop. Even though she was incredibly stimulated as her heart was racing, this wasn’t out of her comfort zone. With shaky hands and lots of grammar correcting, she typed her response. Green! But holy fuck this feels amazing! I can feel my brain melting! Fuck this feels amazing mistress! And yes I came once already.” Veronica saw the message and smiled as she typed back. “Oh? You came without permission? Tsk tsk tsk doll. You should have asked for permission. Is my favorite doll so dumb already they forgot our rules? Shame. Well I guess I can forgive you but you need to be punished. Oh and you have my permission to cum~” Zetari’s eyes widened as she went to type an apology for cumming without permission but it was too late. Suddenly both of the toys ramped up to the highest setting.

Zetari immediately let out a loud moan as she almost dropped her phone at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. Zetari’s mind began to cloud as her eyes rolled back and the pleasure quickly began building again. Zetari quickly felt another powerful orgasm quickly approaching like a raging storm. The building pleasure was like a raging fire burning in her core. Zetari gripped the seats as her eyes started to water as she crossed her legs subconsciously as if to try and limit the pleasure. Within seconds the new orgasm came crashing through Zetari as she let out a deep, guttural and primal moan as she came. As the overwhelming pleasure swept through her body, it was almost instantly replaced with an agonizingly sudden full stop, ruining her orgasm. Zetari took shallow and sharp breaths as she tried to refocus and uncross her eyes as another text message came through from Veronica. “Enjoyed that sweetie? You have 30 seconds before it stays on high until you get to me.” Zetari panicked not knowing if her mind could handle anymore as she frantically texted pleads as she begged for mercy to her mistress. Just as Zetari had sent her third fast typed line of begging, Veronica began typing. “10. 9. 8.” Oh god she was counting down like some torture method.

Zetari panicked as she looked to the diver and quickly asked “are we almost there?” The driver slowed down to check his rear view mirror. “Almost hun. Tell your dom to take it easy I don’t want you staining my seats.” Zetari immediately felt her face ablaze with a deep crimson blush. “Y-you knew!?” The driver chuckled as he floored it. “Honey I have been in a sub dom relationship for 6 years and I damn well ain’t the top so I can see when someone’s wearing a toy. Just hold out hun.” He said while driving as fast as he could without being too reckless. Zetari was about to speak as her eye caught her phones screen read one last text from Veronica. “3… 2… 1… 0!” Before immediately feeling both toys crank to high and stay there. Zetari knew she was officially fucked as she then began having orgasms milked from her for the next 20 minutes.

The yellow cab comes to a screeching halt as it’s tires leave skid marks with a loud screech, as it parks in-front of the large office building of Veronica’s law firm. The driver shifted down as he looked back at his passenger. “Ok, two things. One I’m charging you extra for cleaning my vegan leather seats. And two, we’re here. You got enough braincells to walk in?” He says with a small smirk as he rolls his eyes. Zetari was almost limp except for the seatbelt holding her up. Her kegs twitched as her mouth was agape with stuttering and broken moans. She took in a deep shaky breath as she used shaking hands to reach for her card to pay. The driver took it and took his payment before handing it back to the very mind broken woman who wiped the little drool on her sleeve. “I- I’m fine- I just- fuck… ok…” She said as she slowly stood up on weak knees and slowly rose to her feet as she waved the cab away. Each step was a test of Will but something in Zetari refused to just break. Was it will? Was it her resolve? Was it the very few remaining brat bones her her body that refused to let Veronica win? Well when a sub is determined it’s likely all three. And Zetari was very determined, as she took a slightly less shaky breath in and walked with a bit more confidence as she was easy to try and compose herself.

Zetari walked into the office building trying her best to avoid showing her aching pleasure and try and kept her distance in case anyone would hear the vibrations of the toys. Zetari knew the layout of this leave like the back of her hand. Veronica would often invite Zetari over for drinks late at night when the office is mostly empty. Additionally Veronica would often bring Zetari over to the office for a little after hour fun. Additionally the reason Zetari agreed to wear a toy in public was cause she loved the thrill of almost being caught, a by product of her increased stamina and sexual confidence that Veronica helped her get. So Zetari knew the bundling layout very well especially when most of the employees leave for the night. Zetari made her way to the main office area of the law frim. The office was clean with a modernist art style to the place. Zetari immediately walked to a walled off office, sealed away by a blurry glass door and black painted walls. Zetari could feel her heat ache as she smelt the lingering smell of Veronica’s perfume. Zetari wanted to burst the door down but knew this was still sexual training and a task she must complete with respect. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door and heard Veronica’s voice speak in an assertive and professional tone. “Come in.”

Zetari entered the room and saw a tall and muscular build of a female woman with her back to Zetari. The room was large with a huge glass pane window the female figure was staring out if. The desk of the office was pure black polished wood with odd asymmetrical gold statures sat on the desk. Zetari immediately knew it was Veronica, with her long block and deep blood red hair and the tone of the woman’s voice as she spoke. “Please close and lock the door and sit down.” Zetari nodded and sat down placing the USB stick on the table and immediately felt the toys turn off completely, giving her body and mind a moment to catch her breath. Veronica stayed with her back to Zetari as she revealed the hand that wanst innher jacket picket held her phone that had toys control app on it. Veronica spoke with a smile and a dominating tone. “You’ve done so well darling. And with time to spare. You have done so well my darling. Mommy is very proud of you.” Veronica turned around to reveal she was completely topless except for her velvet black suit jacket. The sight of Veronica’s beautiful breasts made Zetari’s mind shut off as she drooled s small bit. Veronica smiled evilly as she rested on her hands bent over the desk letter her cleavage be on full display as she grabbed Zetari’s chin and forced eye contact, smiling as she wiped the drool away. “Awwww, is kitten staring? There will be plenty of time for that later.” Veronica says with a darker tone as smiles and hands Zetari the keys to the chastity belt. “Now, stand up, strip, and show me the belt and then beg to take it off.” Veronica said with an evil smile and dark tone as she sat back in her comfy chair.

Zetari blushed deeply as she stood up and started stripping, however a sudden wave of confidence rushed over her as she made it a bit of a strip tease. She swayed her hips and ran her hands over her figure, occasionally shoot Veronica a lustful look as Veronica bit her lip at enjoy the show. Veronica loved seeing sights of confidence like these in Zetari, because it showed how much she’s grown in her own self love and self confidence. And Zetari loved showing off for her future wife, it thrilled her and made her heart flutter and the lust between her legs get more wet. After a few sensual and teasing minutes Zetari was completely naked except for the chastity belt and the stinking, glistening wetness running down her legs from multiple orgasms. Veronica smiled as she eyed up Zetari and bit her lip as Zetari blushed but also really had bedroom eyes. Veronica smiled as she stood up and walked to Zetari and placed her hands on Zetari’s hips and their lips were inches apart. Veronica’s sunset colored eyes stared deeply into the white clouds of Zetari’s eyes and spoke with a deep sultry and sensual tone as their eyes were locked. “God…. This was meant to be different. I was supposed to be on top and make you kneel and eat me out all while the vibes are on high. I wanted to break you. But seeing that little dance, the sparkle in your eyes, the gorgeous grooves of your body and it’s beautiful shape, and seeing that loving look on your face. God your the most beautiful women I’ll never grow tired of and will love until we’re both running hell together.” Zetari blushed deeply as she smiled and wrapped her arms around Veronica, pulling her close. Forcing their sensitive chest and nipples and exposed skin together. She spoke with a smile as her lips were tantalizingly close to her lovers. “I love you mistress. I love your delicious torment and torture. I love the self love and confidence you’ve taught me. And-“ she pauses for an embarrassed laugh. “And god damn seeing you so close and seeing your beautiful body… knowing we’re together must make the gods on high jealous.”

Veronica lost it, she couldn’t resist as she gripped Zetari’s hair and pulled her loving future wife into a passionate lustful and deep kiss. Zetari was taken back but immediately melted into the kiss and embrace. Immediately Zetari and Veronica’s tongues met and danced in a beautiful ballet. Zetari and Veronica moaned as they melted into each other’s arms as Zetari felt her knees grow weaker and weaker. The kiss was deep and passionate and lasted for about a minute. Eventually Veronica pulled back as a thick long strand of saliva was all that connected Zetari and Veronica’s lips. Veronica’s black lipstick was smudged as it left marks on the corners of Zetari’s mouth. Veronica smiled with a warm and loving smile. “Well. Let’s get this off of you.” Zetari smiled and wiped the spit from her lips and chuckled. “Wasn’t I supposed to beg?” Zetari said with a teasing tone. However she would immediately regret that as Veronica’s eyes darkened as she immediately grabbed Zetari close and furiously kissed and harshly bit Zetari’s neck, drawing a surprised and primal moan. Zetari swore she felt blood start to trickle down her shoulder as it was confirmed when Veronica leaned back with a small blood stain on her lips. Veronica harshly gripped Zetari’s hair and yanked down so they were forced to look into each other’s eyes as Veronica spoke sternly. “Don’t test me doll. I’m being nice. I have no issue making you wear this belt all day. Understand?” The sudden pain of the bite and having her hair yanked coupled with the overwhelming pleasure she had been feeling made a few sexually charged tears roll done the side of Zetari’s face as she spoke with a smile still, clearly into this. “Y-yes mistress!”

Veronica’s eyes seem to lighten as she let go of Zetari’s hair and smiled. “Good girl, now hold still.” Veronica demanded as she unliked the belt as it hit the floor with a clang, followed by a wet sound as the dildo easily slid and fell out of Zetari’s folds as she breathed a sigh of relief and a slight moan escaped. “Fuuuuuuck it feels so good to relax… I just wanna collapse in your arms.” Zetari moaned in relief as Veronica stood behind her and pushed her over the desk and gave her ass a hard, loud slap which earned a sharp moan. Veronica smiled as she talked the base of the butt plug and spoke. “Relax hun, have to take this out too.” Zetari blushed as she bit her lip in a smile and nodded. Veronica gently pulled the plug out which made Zetari’s back arch a little as she shuddered at the pleasure. Veronica let go and let Zetari stand up and stitch. “Fuck I feel free again. It’s surprisingly hard to walk in that thing.” Zetari gave a small chuckle before she was pulled into a tight hug by Veronica. After a few minutes of light after care and snuggles, and a lot of wet wipes, Veronica and Zetari got cleaned up and dressed.

Zetari breathed a heavy relaxed sigh as she spoke and sat on the desk. “Sooooo what’s on the USB? Legal stuff? A secret code? Oh maybe the secret location of a lost civilizations treasure?” Zetari spoke with a slight smile as Veronica smiled and plugged the USB into her laptop and handed it to Zetari. Zetari was met with a small slideshow. Confused she hit play. Soothing tropical music began playing as beautiful photos of a tropical island paradise started to move across the screen. Beautiful clean oceans, fun hiking trails, a wonderful luxury suet in a 5 star hotel. It was Zetari’s dream vacation. Eventually a simple message appears on screen. “Wanna get married here?” Zetari puts the pieces of the puzzle together as she screamed with excitement and hugged Veronica tight. “Babe! I- you- what is this? Is this-“ Veronica smiles and answers. “A friend of mine knows a few connections and I was able to book a showing of the venue. In a months time we can fly out for a mini vacation and plan the wedding. You did say you always wanted an island wedding.” Zetari was ecstatic as her and Veronica spent the day planning their vacation. The final hours of the afternoon was of Zetari and Veronica laughing and falling in love all over again as they had a home made style coffee at Zetari’s cafe.

A month later Zetari and Veronica had packed and and planned their vacation and hopped on a first class plane ride. It was the first time in a while Veronica didn’t plan on wearing a suit for weeks on end, however her casual clothes were still quite gothic and dark. Zetari packed more of her cute and more slightly innocent outfits. Zetari wasn’t really used to first class as they hadn’t really traveled since they got together, and when she did travel it was lower class. The loving couple effectively had first class to themselves as not many other people were flying first class. It was a late night flight and the sun just begun to shine over the horizon of the endless ocean. White puffy clouds flew around and past the speeding plane. Veronica was busy as she was quickly typing on her laptop to finish up the last minute workload before she left for the vacation. Zetari was fast asleep as she was napping. Veronica was deep in her work mode as she had headphones on listening to her favorite heavy metal and goth rock bands. Eventually Veronica is interrupted by the flight stewardess who gently taps Veronica to gain her attention. “Excuse me miss. I would like to tell you, you only have 3 more hours before we make our landing and you’ll have to turn your laptop off. Also can I get you two anything?” Veronica nods and smiles before having a devilish realization. Veronica hid her devilish intentions and requested two mocha coffees, one for her and one for Zetari. The stewardess nodded and went to go fetch the coffee. Eventually it was brought to the couple while Zetari was still asleep.

Veronica smiled as the stewardess left, before reaching into her purse and pulling out a small pill bottle filled with red tablets. Veronica stealthily popped open Zetari’s coffee and dropped one of the red tablets in and stirred it with a spoon and putting the lid back on and hiding the pill bottle. For context, this is consensual. Veronica and Zetari had always wanted to explore as many kinks as they thought they’d like. Everything from wax play, to knife play, to shibari bondage and so on. Well a week into prepping for the trip, Zetari had discovered something online, consensual drugging. The act of slipping someone a drug like weed or aphrodisiacs or sleeping pills with consent but not knowing where nor when. Zetari brought this to Veronica saying it could be fun. Veronica and Zetari agreed the drug should be an aphrodisiac, something easy to explain and move around. However Veronica made it very clear she would be as sneaky as possible and slip an aphrodisiac to Zetari when she least expected, and Zetari agreed. Veronica smiled in her seat as she gently shook Zetari awake with a calm and loving tone. “Hey sweetie, up and at em. Come on honey wake up.” Zetari yawned and stretched as she awoke and smiled as she rubbed her eyes. “Morning babe…. Oh wow, the sunrise is so pretty.” Veronica smiled and gave her wife to be a kiss in the cheek. “Not as pretty as you my love. I got us some coffee. I knew we left pretty early.” Veronica sipped her cold coffee as Zetari grabbed her cup. “Awww thanks babe. I need coffee.”

Veronica was very good at hiding her intentions but on the inside she was doing a cartoonish evil laugh as Zetari began sipping her coffee. Veronica sipped more if her coffee as she went back to focusing on finishing her work. Veronica mumbled in frustration. “I swear… I give them a months notice and they still send me work. Are they really so lost without me?” Zetari smiled and placed her hand on Veronica’s and chuckled as she spoke. “I mean, you did get a fancy office and a company car. I wouldn’t be surprised if their falling apart without you.” Zetari offered a smile that made Veronica melt in her heart. “Your right babe. Their probably running around with their shrimp dicks between their legs. Their probably lost as hell without me.” Veronica gave a small smile as her ego was stroked.

Veronica finished typing the last bit of her work, and closed her laptop and continued sipping her coffee. Veronica was very slick as she studied her future wife. The instructions for the aphrodisiacs said it would take slow but steady effect, and Veronica was very excited to see the outcome. Veronica was trying to be subtle as she examined her fiancé like a mad doctor examining their experiment. Zetari was completely in the dark. Well, not completely. See Veronica had told Zetari they were definitely going to do the whole aphrodisiac thing during their vacation. Zetari was dying with anticipation and was waiting for it to happen. However oblivious, Zetari kept drinking her coffee.

Within a few moments Zetari began feeling a reaction. She felt hot and sensitive as if her erogenous zones were all being lightly stimulated. Zetari’s breath started to shallow and shorten as a slight blush overcame her. Veronica knew entirely what was going on, until Zetari cried out in frustration. “God damnit! Of course I’d catch a fever on our vacation! Ughh the universe hates me!” Veronica chuckled at seeing her girlfriend throw a tantrum like a child before she took action. Veronica used her palm to turn Zetari to face her and passionately kisses her, which made the cogs in Zetari’s spin as she connected the dots. Zetari pulled back, her eyes wide with excitement and surprise. “Oh my god- did you- am i- holy shit this is weird… and very hot…” Zetari said with the blush in her face deepening. Veronica couldn’t help but think the sight before her was adorable. Veronica’s eyes scan the cabin to make sure she’s not seen as her hand snakes it’s way up Zetari’s thigh as she spoke in a deeper more sensual tome. “Awwww doll, your so cute. Look at, your hands are shaking, your blushing like crazy… and I bet your already starting to get wet, shall I check?” Version arched one of her brows as she bit her lip making Zetari’s heart flutter. Zetari stuttered as she felt the blush on her face grow hotter. “B-but… what if we’re caught?” Version smiled and leaned in to start kissing Zetari’s neck as her hand slithered into Zetari’s pants. “Aww~ what’s wrong doll? Don’t want other people to know your mine? Afraid of someone seeing what a perfect little slut you are for your mistress? I oh know you love the thrill of possibly of getting caught~ after all-“ Veronica’s eyes darken as her long, slim, cold fingers snake into Zetari’s underwear as she beings stroking between her folds as she whispers into Zetari’s ears. “Your already soaking wet doll~ come on, give in. Ask for what you want~”

Zetari blushed deeply as a smile whine and whimper escaped as she tried to talk. “P-please Ver- please mistress. Please make me feel good!” She begged with lust in her eyes as her breath was more heavy. Veronica smoked and removed her hand from Zetari’s panties as she stood up and squeezed past Zetari, making sure to shove her ass in Zetari’s face. Veronica then took Zetari’s hand and pulled her up and walked her to the first class bathroom stall and looked the door before pinning Zetari’s back to the wall and caging her in. Zetari’s eyes almost had hearts in them with how tuned on she was. Veronica licked her lips as she stared hungrily as Zetari was now feeling the full effect of the aphrodisiac. Her mind was swimming, the passion between her legs was aching for more and her heart was racing. A simple word snapped Zetari back to the real world as Veronica spoke in a stern and lustful tone. “Beg!” Was the only thing Veronica said. Zetari immediately started begging and whimpering. “Please mistress pleas please make me feel good! I don’t care who hears but please please!!” Veronica smiled and pulled Zetari so her back was to Veronica’s chest. “Hands behind your back, and keep them there.” Veronica demanded, and Zetari followed her orders as she placed her arms behind her back and held them there with her hands. Veronica immediately then began kissing and licking Zetari’s neck and ear as her hands gripped Zetari’s hips tight enough to bruise. Zetari moaned as she was incredibly sensitive, as she bit her lip to try and control her moans. Suddenly without warning, Veronica’s hands plunged into Zetari’s pants and up her shirt. Immediately Zetari felt a sharp pain as Veronica pinched and played with Zetari’s harden nipples as her other hand began gently rubbing Zetari’s clit.

Zetari couldn’t stop her moans as her mind began to go fuzzy and numb from the pleasure. The slow circles of her aching clit was sending bolts of pleasure straight to her brain as the pain of her chest being played with made a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Veronica then began sucking hickies and leaving bite marks on Zetari’s neck as she playfully moaned in Zetari’s ear just ti drive her wild. Eventually Veronica Inserted two fingers into Zetari’s honey pot as she immediately started stimulating Zetari’s g spot. The sudden pleasure made Zetari’s knees almost give out if she wasn’t being held by Veronica as a loud moan left Zetari. Veronica smiled and liked up to Zetari’s ear as she whispered. “Moan for me kitten. You have full permission to cum whenever you want. “Go on, make a beautiful mess for your goddess~” These words coupled with the stimulation made Zetari scream as a powerful orgasm washed over her. The orgasm was so much stronger and more intense thanks to the aphrodisiac. Veronica didn’t slow down as she helped Zetari ride out her orgasm in full before slowing her pleasure. Veronica spoke softly in a calm loving tone. “Shhhh it’s ok dear. Come down for me. Breath. Shhh it’s ok I’m here.” The words of comfort soothed Zetari’s mind as she slowly woke back up from the high. Suddenly Veronica removed her hand from Zetari’s panties as she then licked her fingers clean. “Mmm. Now that’s a good airline snack.” Veronica said with a wicked grin as she deeply kissed Zetari. Eventually the too girls left the bathroom with messy hair and kiss marks all over their necks as they sat back down and waited for the plan to land, holding hands and snuggling the entire time.

After a few more hours of smooth flying, the plane lands on the port airport of the island nation as the sweet and cool sea breeze blows through Zetari and Verona’s hair. The sun is bright and warm as Veronica and Zetari can already smell delicious local food. The two girls make their way to the luxury hotel and their platinum pent house suet with a massive bed, a private hot tub, and all the wonderful things of high living. The girls spent most of the afternoon laying in bed cuddling and looking up places on the large island to go to. Eventually the sun begins to set and the loving couple decide to take a barefoot walk along the beach. The couple dressed in cute bikinis with long flowing pure white and black silk robes. The cool sea breeze almost chills as it blows from the crystal clear waves crashing onto the black sand. The sun paints the sky in a beautiful painting of purple and pinks, which makes Veronica and Zetari seem even more beautiful to each other. Zetari can’t help but look for sea shells to collect and take back home, as Veronica is lost in staring at her beloved. Veronica speaks, holding Zetari’s hand tight. “So, exited? We get quite a few fun days here. All kinds of fun and slightly sexy adventures all while we plan the wedding.” Zetari can’t help but smile as she stares at her soon to be wife. “I’m so lucky I met you Veronica. I remember when we first met and how scared I was… but you helped me grow and bloom so much. I love you more then anything my little goth moth.” Zetari spoke with genuine love and care as small tears of joy formed in the corner of her eye.

Veronica smiled warmly and pulled Zetari into a deep hug and held her close. “I love you so much too Zetari. The moment I saw how you were treated I wanted to give you the world. And every day I seemed to fall in love with you all over again every day. I love you so much there aren’t enough words in our language to say it properly.” Zetari felt tears of love and joy roll down her face as she had the dumbest biggest smile on her face as she hugged her soon to be wife. They were destined to be together. Their love was strong and pure, and they had an entire island to explore together as they planned the wedding of their dreams. Veronica and Zetari would wait long into the star filled night before returning to their fancy hotel. The stars sparkled like thousands of lighthouses in the endless astral sea, which made Zetari look divine to Veronica. Eventually they returned to their room, undressed completely and laid in their bed cuddling. Their naked body was sensitive from the cold sea air. However their bodies were pulled together as their warmth was shared as Veronica pet Zetari’s hair, humming Zetari’s favorite song. The soft blanket allowed Zetari to drift into a deep calm as she was so close to Veronica. They could feel their breath and heartbeat slow and synchronize.

[dyst-blogs]

main part of my TMBG essay that I just wrote for english class:

"They might be giant's song 'They'll need a crane' tells the story of couple, 'gal' and 'lad'. they are likely married, and going through a rough breakup or divorce. in the first verse, the narrator comments on the nature of love, how it can make you blind to the negative aspects of a relationship and not know that its falling apart. in the second verse, it reveals that the relationship between gal and lad has grown overly-codependent, to the point of the relationship growing fragile. the third verse is in the form of a phone call between the 2 lovers while they're still together. lad makes a freudian slip, accidentally insulting gal and showing how he really feels about her. In the fourth verse, the woman takes up drinking and the husband grows irritable. and finally, the chorus takes place after the breakup, or perhaps commentator on it wholly, by using a house as a metaphor for the relationship that they built together and a crane to represent the work needed to take it apart again - "to make it break, its gonna take, a metal ball hung from a chain". i think its making a comment on how sometimes a messy breakup that hurts those involved is necesarrily for both to heal and move on."

anyways writing about your interests is literally the easiest thing in the world LOL, first time I've done well on a writing assignment in months I feel like

[molkolsdal]

That’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you☺️

I can relate to the feeling of never wanting to get married. But when you meet the right person, it can potentially make all the difference. I’ve seen it happen.

I recently went through a bad breakup and basically the person left me when I was at a low point in my life. It really hurt. I stuck with him through his low points (divorce, concussion, losing his apartment & moving in with his parents, losing his job) when we met and built him up. So to have him turn his back on me was really rough, but it showed that he’s not right for me.

It’s a nice reminder to see your partner unconditionally supported you through difficult times. That’s what partners are supposed to do!

Thank you so much!

I am so, so sorry you had to go through that. Unfortunately, I've seen that happen to a few of my friends but it blows my mind every time that someone could be so callous. ESPECIALLY when their partner was there for them through it all, when they were facing hard times.

It sucks that it had to happen this way, but I'm glad he showed his true colours sooner rather than later. At least you didn't waste any more time on him.

I really hope you're in a better place now! ❤️

The right person won't make you feel like you're hard to handle or hard to love ✨️

[realpokefarmconfessions]

No matter how nosy I am about it all, I do genuinely hope Garthic and Sei are like, okay. They had been together for yeaars, and a breakup / divorce is really rough to go through.

That is, if that's what's going on, I suppose. No one's heard any specific actual answer, iirc?

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[voiceforourdaughters]

You might say, "you were hardcore conservative and pro-life 10 years, what happend?" so i'll break it down here.

Disability- in 2017 I started with extreme tachycardia, exhaustion, fainting, insomnia, extreme sweats, GI problems, among several others. In 2018 i was diagnosed with Hyperadrenergic Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS) which has caused a significant loss of mobility, pain, and chronic illness.

Disaster- 2018 was the worst year of my life. I went through a horrifically toxic breakup, i was still recovering from my 2016 divorce from a narcissist, then went straight into a living situation where long story short i went through some weird religious trauma with relatives. I had suicidal idealization/planning and was inpatient for 8 days at the end of 2018. I had been without healthcare for years and was finally properly treated and diagnosed. It was the first time my POTS was properly medicated and the adrenergic part of my condition was treated so i was finally able to sleep properly and find a new normal. It was this time religion as a whole stopped making sense. It was like i could finally see the whole picture and all religion seemed like a way for people, especially a long time ago, to make sense of the world as it was and give themselves a purpose.

Pregnancy- In 2019 I very pleasantly and unexpectedly found out i was pregnant. I had a rough pregnancy, hyperemesis(which is way more likely if you have POTS) among other complications. Even with my doula training without the proper support i had a rough failed induction and traumatic c-section.

COVID- I don't care which side your own, the response to covid, vaccines and just general safety precautions especially by conservatives was horrifying. Watching my own relatives go down the crazy right wing conspiracy theories about how "putin is saving us from the deep state in Ukraine and reptilians in the government" (i am legit not kidding about that) on top of the hard core antivaxx when i am prone to sickness and have an infant was worrying to say the least.

Another divorce- Long story short cheating men can and should go to the dumpster where they belong. They are not worth your peace.

Overturning Roe- I even in my prolife days preached that banning abortion outright will NEVER solve any problems. That we have to go to the route of the issue, the reason women have abortions and provide real options. Comprehensive sex education, super accessible contraception, expansion into male contraception, socialized daycare, more work from home options, subsidized housing, more financial benefits for parents with kids etc. I support safe legal and rare. There will always be situations it is needed in, contrary to my believes in the past, through experience and new studies and growing as a person there are cases abortion is needed. We have a duty to the next generation to stop cycles of abuse and trauma, being a parent has really opened my eyes to how easy it is to fall into bad patterns. Encouraging adoption isn't a catch all solution. Adoption is so incredibly hard and there is almost ZERO support for birth moms, nor are kids that are adopted free from parental abuse, children that were wanted are abused just as often as those that were unplanned. We has a nation need comprehensive PARENTAL education. We have a service to the people currently in this world, we need to take every situation for what it is. In an idealistic world we wouldn't need abortion but we do and it shouldn't be a politicians choice who can and will be bought out for any reason as we can see from the insistence of not only banning abortion but limiting and making it difficult to receive birth control and emergency contraception as well as blatant disregard of body autonomy and freedom to make decisions as a human being. This WILL be a major instance in putting women backwards and leaving us at the mercy of old white men who literally could care less if we live or die.