#for the better

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[mslanna]

the more dialogue I see for Rapahel the more I think Larian just went: "peeps're gonna sexualise everything he says anyway" and then just did it themselves but at lightspeed

[dumblr]

And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best.

[sincenewyorks]

a whole week of these idiots ruining my life

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Ok here’s a request (u don’t have to do it if u don’t have time).

Relationship: Jesse/Becky/reader(or original character)

The reader has been keeping a secret from their partners Jesse and Becky, they had an abusive parent. They only find out bc of a fight or something when the reader experiences some ptsd/anxiety symptoms. This results in fluffy hurt comfort.

(I totally understand if this is to much to write bc of the subject matter, so if u can’t because of personal reasons I get it.)

Thanks!

For The Better

Fandom: Full House

Pairing:  Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Rebecca Donaldson, Female Reader, Nicky Katsopolis, Alex Katsopolis

Word Count: 2319 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Jesse does something he regrets

Tags/ Warnings: Child abuse, Hitting, Spanking, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Arguing, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Bad Behaviour, Naughty Children, PTSD, Anxiety, Crying, Guilt, Request, Requested Fic, Polyamory, Throuple, Co-Parenting

Notes: I am working slowly through all my requests. I'm not into many of them atm because im focused on my Elvis stuff [Jesse would be 100% on board with this i feel]

Hope this is okay.

‘Nicky, Alex stop!’ Jesse said as his sons darted around him. He was trying to work, to lay down new material, but he couldn't as his two rambunctious boys were determined to get under his feet. It had been like this all morning. Y/N had taken the girls to school whilst Becky was at work leaving him with no choice but to keep the boys in the basement with him as they worked on their new tracks. 

‘Jess man,’ Steve sighed from behind his drumkit. The twins had darted away from their father and were now interested in hammering on the cymbals and giggling at the noise they made. 

‘Boys!’ Jesse said lurching forward to collar them both and pull them away. He took his guitar off with his free hand and then bent down in front of them trying not to crack as they looked at him with those adoring eyes, ‘you need to behave now. I mean it. I don't want to have to punish you okay?’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in unison. Jesse nodded and led them back to their small desk which was set up with a painting station in an attempt to keep them quiet, something that had not happened thus far. They sat down and started engaging which made Jesse heave a sigh of relief before he turned back to the guys and gestured for them to start playing again. As he took to the mic once more he finally started to relax.’

‘Well her love doesn't come along until midnight,

And her passion rages on until the daylight-’

‘Jess?’ came a call from the stairs interrupting his singing. The band groaned and he groaned along with them just as Y/N appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled at him and said, ‘hey, sorry to interrupt I thought I’d come and take the boys off your hands.’

‘Well thanks,’ Jesse said as she sidled up to him, her hands resting on his chest, ‘didn't you see the on-air sign though?’

‘I must've missed it,’ she said, ‘sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine,’ Jesse said tightly making Y/N’s brow furrow.

‘Is this a problem? I mean it was a genuine mistake,’ Y/N said feeling uncomfortable. He was mad. She could tell.

‘You know better though,’ he said, ‘I mean you had to know I was recording down here.’

‘I did but I didn't think it was a big deal, Jess. I’m sorry okay,’ she said.

‘It's just between you and the boys we haven't gotten anything done,’ Jesse sighed exasperatedly. 

‘Well, that's what it's like when you have kids,’ she said.

‘You don't think I know that?’ Jesse said, ‘I mean, wait where are they?’ 

Jesse and Y/N’s heads whipped around looking for the tykes who were no longer at their assigned station. As he turned around he spotted two pairs of shoes sticking out from under his mixing table and headed towards it. Behind his desk were Nicky and Alex, tape in hand, unspooling masses and masses of black onto the floor around them. 

‘What the hell?!’ Jesse said. It was their current tape. The only thing they had managed to record the entire morning was now lost and unspooled all around his troublemakers. 

‘Look daddy,’ Nicky said offering up his now useless tape. 

‘What did you do!? I told you to behave!’

‘Jess it's okay we can sort it,’ Y/N said from behind. 

‘Can we?!’ he asked, ‘they don't listen Y/N! They run around and they make noise. They break things and terrorise anyone in the room. We can’t fix it! They don't listen to anything.’ 

‘So what do you suppose we do?’ she asked. 

‘I know,’ Jesse said and before waiting for her to reply he yanked Nicky and Alex out from the desk and stood them in front of him, ‘now I told you you had to behave and you didn't listen to me. So I’m sorry but I have to do this okay?’ 

And before Y/N could speak he spun them both around and placed two harsh spanks across each of their behinds. The twins didn't speak as he whipped them around, looking at him wide-eyed, ‘now I’m sorry it came to that but you boys understand right? You need to listen.’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in a distinctly less jovial tone than before. 

‘Jess,’ Y/N said in barely more than a whisper. She couldn't believe what she had just whispered. All of a sudden memories cascaded in her brain like fireworks bringing with them pain and anguish. She couldn't think. Her body was in overdrive, there was ringing in her ears and sweat pumping off of her as she looked at the twins' hurt faces. Jesse looked up at her, clocking her blank face and offering one of worry from him but she couldn't say anything. Before he could question her she grabbed the twins and darted upstairs. 

She could hear him calling her but she couldn't stop. She needed to get out of there. She needed to protect them. She bolted upstairs, ignoring the tears that were now running down her face or the distressed cries from the boys as they asked her what was the matter. Once in the attic, she got them in their room, pushing their changing table up against the door. 

She collapsed against the opposite wall, trying to push out the echoes of shouting and the feel of red welts on her skin that weren't even there. 

‘What's the matter, mommy?’ Nicky asked coming to sit in her crossed lap.

‘Nothing baby,’ she sniffled pulling him in close and then Alex who was determined not to be left out in too, ‘it's fine. We’re safe.’ 

‘Y/N?’ she heard Jesse say, as he called her name again his voice got closer until she heard the rattle of the door handle from across the room. Her heart was thudding in her chest. It was a sound she had heard a million times before. Someone determined to get inside, to get to her when she didn't want them to. She couldn't let him in. She needed to protect her boys.

‘Y/N why is the door locked?’ he asked, ‘baby-’

‘Go away,’ she said and though it was faint he heard it.

‘Y/N what's going on?’

‘Go away Jess,’ she sniffled.

‘Y/N-’

‘Go away!’ 

She heard movement outside the door as Jesse rested against it. He was confused. He didn't know what had happened. In the span of two minutes, he had gone from a loving father to a man who hits his children. He knew he’d messed up. Spanking was never something he thought he would ever do but he had lost sight of himself. Everything had been so full on. The noise, the running around, the interruptions and finally the tape. He had lost it. And he instantly regretted it, even more so when he looked up and found Y/N’s horrified face watching him before she bolted from the room kids in two. Now she wasnt coming out. Was she scared of him? 

Pain rippled through him at the thought. He needed to see her. He needed her to come out so he could apologise. So he could beg for her forgiveness and tell the boys how much he was sorry. 

But he couldn't force his way in. He needed help. He needed Becky. 

✵✵✵

‘Jess just tell me what’s going on,’ Becky said as they climbed the stairs to the attic.

‘You'll find out soon enough,’ Jesse said as they entered their living room. Jesse gestured to the twins' room and then went to sit on their bed waiting with bated breath that this would work. Becky watched him confused before she headed to the door and tried to open it frowning when it wouldn't budge. 

‘Y/N?’ she asked gently. 

‘Beck?’ she heard a sniffle come from the other side of the door.

‘It’s me,’ Becky said, ‘can I come in?’ 

‘I can't open the door Beck,’ she said, ‘I can't-’

‘Why not?’ Becky asked.

‘I’m scared,’ she said, ‘and I keep telling myself Im overreacting but I can't get up. It's like I'm glued to the floor.’

‘Jesus, what happened?’ Becky said incredulously looking at Jesse for answers but couldn't bring himself to say anything and instead hung his head in shame. 

‘Mommy?’ Nicky said excitedly.

‘It's me, baby,’ Becky said, ‘Y/N you need to come out.’

Beck-’

‘Think of the boys,’ she said, ‘I mean you can't keep them in there forever-’

‘They're safe in here,’ Y/N reasoned.

‘And they're safe out here too,’ Becky reasoned, ‘why wouldn't they be?’

‘Jesse hit them,’ Y/N said making Becky’s eyes go wild.

‘What?’ she said, ‘is this true?’ 

‘Beck I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to.’

Becky watched him for a moment, hurt written all over her face before she retained her composure and she looked back at the door. 

‘Y/N, sweetheart, I know what he did was wrong but you have to come out. We have to talk about this. You can't keep the boys locked up forever honey. Please? Come out?’ she said. Y/N didn't reply but there was distinct movement behind the door and the next time Becky tried the handle it clicked open without issue. The boys flocked to her as she opened it, clinging onto a leg each as thas stroked their hair and then asked them to go and play. They ran into the living room resuming the leftover jigsaw that they had insisted on getting out at three am that morning. 

Becky walked into their room ad slid down beside Y/N on the floor as Jesse leaned against the wall watching them shamefully. 

‘Can someone tell me what happened?’ Becky asked, moving a strand of hair off of Y/N’s face as she sniffled. 

‘Jesse spanked the boys,’ Y/N said. 

‘Jess?’ Becky asked looking at her husband with the hope that it wasnt true.

‘I’m sorry okay? I don't know what came over me. They were getting into all sorts, they wouldn't sit still, we got no work done and then they ruined the tape we’d been working on all morning and I don't know. I just lost it,’ he said. 

‘So you hit them?’ Becky asked with disbelief.

‘I’m not proud of it Beck,’ he said, ‘and I’ll never do it again I swear.’

‘That's what he said,’ Y/N said with a scoff that made both pairs of eyes fall on her.

‘Who?’ Becky asked confused. 

‘My dad,’ she said shakily, ‘every time he used to hit me. Every time he’d march into my room finding the littlest thing to lose it at me over. He'd always say that that was the last time. That he never do it again.’

‘I never knew that about your dad,’ Bekcy said. 

‘I never talk about it,’ Y/N admitted, ‘I never needed to. I mean I thought I’d gotten rid of that shit but seeing Jess, I mean the boys’ faces just brought it all back.

‘Y/N you have to believe me when I say I couldn't feel worse right now. I know it was wrong. And believe me, I never want to feel this way again. I never want to upset you or the boys like this again.’

‘How can I trust that?’ she sniffled, ‘I mean I never thought you would-’

‘I mean it,’ Jesse said, ‘you two and the boys are my everything. You have to believe me.’

He came to kneel in front of them then. His hands were on theirs and he looked at them pleadingly. She looked at him for a second, her heart aching at the thought of his actions. 

‘Jess is right,’ Becky said, ‘I mean I don't condone what he did in any way shape or form but it was a momentary lapse. I believe that don't you?’ 

‘And if he gets angry again? If the twins do something like today again?’ Y/N asked. 

‘Like I said. Nothing they could ever do would make me want to feel this feeling again. It's the worst feeling in the world,’ he said.

‘Yeah,’ Becky said, ‘and I’m sure Jess doesn't expect forgiveness right away right aby?’

‘Whatever it takes for you and the boys to forgive me I’ll do,’ Jesse nodded. Y/N seemed to deliberate on that point for a moment before she nodded gently. 

‘And maybe we can talk about it a bit more?’ Becky said, ‘I mean we all have our own ideas about parenting and I know we discuss stuff but it's usually as it happening to us. Maybe it would be good if we talked a little more. That way when situations come up we’ll know how the others feel about it.’

‘Yeah, I mean I had no idea about your dad,’ Jesse said, moving to sit beside her. 

‘I’ve not felt those feelings in a long time,’ she admitted looking up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying which broke his heart all over again. 

‘I’m sorry it was me who made you feel that way,’ he said. 

‘Well I suppose it's better you’re trying to make up for it,’ she said with a weak smile, ‘he never even acknowledged it happened. A quick mumbled apology and then he’d be right back to where we started.’ 

‘Well then at least we’re making changes right?’ Becky said. 

‘For the better,’ Y/N said, leaning in so Jesse could wrap an arm around them both. 

‘For the better,’ he agreed. 

He didn't feel entirely better about himself and he was sure Y/N didn't either but they were right. What had happened in the past didn't matter as long as they tackled the here and now. And more importantly together.

[tunneltalkpod]

From the Inbox

We received permission to post the funniest email we just received from a listener. It absolutely cracked us up and we felt we had to share it with as many people as we could.

Dearest Tunnel Talkers, I, like certain podcast hosts, possess New England Privilege and was lucky enough to experience Blood and Guts in person. I cannot WAIT to hear about Lea’s no doubt transcendent experience, but I had to tell you guys about the insane dream I had after coming home from Boston. For most of the dream I was accompanying Eddie Kingston, and then Zack Sabre Jr. on two separate walks through various natural landscapes while they each confided in me the immense breadth of emotions they felt about a match they’d had against each other. Eddie was fixated on the physicality of the fight and the dichotomy of his explosive power to strike, hit, and push people away, with Zack’s freakish hold strength and capacity for trapping and never letting go. Zack was desperate for Eddie’s respect and very self-critical about his inability to drop his barriers and meet people with the fierce genuine emotion he so admired in Eddie. Surely there was poetry in the contrast of these two men’s perspectives on the same experience. But could I focus on that? Could I appreciate it and take it all in? No. I was distracted, because apparently at some point earlier in the dream I had made an off-hand comment to Tony Kahn about how if he wanted, I would be happy to give him, quote, “A REAL LESBIAN SEX EXPERIENCE.” And now I could not give my full attention to these beautiful, sensitive men because I was internally going ballistic about whether or not I was going to follow up on that. Would I be contributing to unethical business practices by fingerbanging billionaire Tony Kahn? Would it create a toxic work environment? Was I just a gigantic slut for offering? Did I even want to fuck that dweeb? How much extortion was on the table here? Could I leverage this against better bookings, or was this simply a friendly guiding hand in TK’s personal journey of sexual discovery? These were my feverish thoughts as I ambled alongside two wrestlers doing some of the best emotional communication of their lives, probably. Anyway, this is what happens when you watch Daniel Garcia and MJF have a dance-off live and in-person. Love you guys so much and thank you for battling tirelessly through some real tough times and into this glorious new era of adult lovers. Xoxo, Betsey

[shanaspeare]

I don’t miss her anymore!!(the girl who used to be a tiktok/twitter addict, never went outside, spent years cooped up in her room, made idiotic decisions)

I love her!!(the girl who’s best friends are tumblr, Pinterest, and nature)

I love her!!(the girl who goes outside and documents her life, while not overly exciting, still managing to live in the moment)

I love her!!(the girl who is slowly finding her peace through stories, nature, and film)

I love her!!(the girl who’s no longer struggling to keep high grades and finding that learning comes easy to her when she doesn’t procrastinate)

I love her!!(the girl who’s no longer afraid to express herself in what she wears, how she carries herself, what she loves doing)

[simplyofthestars]

EVERYONE WAKE UP

MISTER TECHNODAD HIMSELF REPLIED TO MY COMMENT

[so-called-egg]

Guys it Friday the 13th ain't that swaggy? And it's October? This only happens once every 6 years at the most frequent! That's wacky! And there's a ring of fire today/tomorrow! Kill someone! You could probably get away with it!

[unclefathersantateddy]

[oysters-aint-for-me]

in the lord of the rings (the books), while frodo et al. are making their way to rivendell, gandalf is visited by radagast the brown (another wizard) who tells him that there’s been talk of nazgul, ringwraiths, etc. and says “saruman told me you could ask him for help if you want!” and gandalf is like “oh thank god, saruman knows what to do!” so he goes to visit saruman and saruman is like “hello would you like to join my multi-level marketing scheme with Sauron Industries?” and gandalf is like “No” and saruman is like “okay well i’m keeping you forever then!” and imprisons him on the top of his tower

ok most of that is in the movies, minus radagast, and that’s the important part here, because you remember how in the movies gandalf is on the tower and randomly is like. visited by a moth and then rescued by eagles?

well ok in the books it explains it, and the explanation is actually like. well. i’m rereading the books for the first time in 20 years. and i remember now, reading the explanation the first time (because i had seen the movies already) and thinking that it felt kind of. easy? stupid? like someone had read the books and gone “okay but how did gandalf get off the tower” and tolkien was like “Fuck it i don’t know here’s a reason i pulled out of my ass.”

reading it now, in a totally different world, the explanation IS simple, yes, but holy fuck, it’s actually so powerful.

what happened is this: saruman’s big mistake was that he forgot about Love. saruman must have known that radagast could have rescued gandalf, but he (saruman) assumed that gandalf wouldn’t trust radagast anymore, because radagast was the one to tell gandalf to go to saruman in the first place. instead, gandalf decides that there isn’t any actual reason to NOT trust radagast. and it turns out, saruman didn’t tell radagast the whole plan; radagast thought saruman was being sincere.

gandalf calls his old friend for help, because he trusts him.

and radagast answers, because he trusts him too.

and it works, because the one thing Evil never anticipates is Love.

[diabolicalwhores]

Nonexistent .

[lorelune]

my life is a bit of a wreck and a rut rn but like. fuck it. we ball.

[sweetfreedom2107]

One day, I'll be 90 days clean.

[gehayi]

In case you or some kids you know need some books to read...

Books under Fire: A Hit List of Banned and Challenged Children's Books, Second Edition

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, by Sherman Alexie Thirteen Reasons Why, by Jay Asher Morris Micklewhite and the Tangerine Dress, by Christine Baldacchino Something Happened in Our Town: A Child’s Story about Racial Injustice, by Marianne Celano and Marietta Collins The Perks of Being a Wallflower, by Stephen Chbosky Al Capone Does My Shirts, by Gennifer Choldenko The Watsons Go to Birmingham—1963, by Christopher Paul Curtis Lily and Dunkin, by Donna Gephart George, by Alex Gino Looking for Alaska, by John Green Summer of My German Soldier, by Bette Greene Prince & Knight, by Daniel Haack It’s Perfectly Normal: Changing Bodies, Growing Up, Sex, and Sexual Health, by Robie Harris The Popularity Papers series, by Amy Ignatow I Am Jazz, by Jazz Jennings The Giver, by Lois Lowry Monster, by Walter Dean Myers Alice series, by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor The Best Man, by Richard Peck Captain Underpants series, by Dav Pilkey This Day in June, by Gayle E. Pitman In Our Mothers’ House, by Patricia Polacco And Tango Makes Three, by Justin Richardson Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series, by Alvin Schwartz Bone series, by Jeff Smith This One Summer, by Mariko Tamaki Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, by Mildred Taylor Drama, by Raina Telgemeier The Hate U Give, by Angie Thomas A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo, by Jill Twiss Nasreen’s Secret School, by Jeanette Winter

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Every passing day, I feel like I'm Gaslighting myself to believe there are a lot of amazing things in life to look forward to, and that they make up for all the bad things. Because deep down I feel like they don't? It feels like I'm living off false hope, which is still better than no hope because that would just be depressing. But will I ever have true hope?