#maybe it’s the alabama in me

[icaruspendragon]

Hey I just wanted to say thanks, because idk why this didn't just occur to me, but I've been missing "family" meals, the kind of meals I get to make for people and sit down with people I love since I came out and had to leave my house, and idk why but you posting about having family dinners with your friends where you host them made me realize that like, that's something I can still do. If I don't have the people who will invite me over to eat a meal anymore I can always be the person who invites others over myself and idk, I just wanted to say thanks

this warmed my heart in ways i don’t know how to describe.

family dinner started because i’d get some friends over on tuesdays to watch supernatural prequel the winchesters and i’d make them dinner for their troubles. i was feeding like five people max. but then the show ended and one of my friends got a new job and had to move an hour away so we moved it to the weekend so she could still come.

and then i realized that cooking is actually a form of self care for me (let’s not examine too closely how my self care is still taking care of others, it’s been discussed enough in therapy). so we started inviting other folks. and family dinner went from five people regularly to seven. and then i’d have friends from out of town come and it’d be 15-17. and now it’s not unusual for a dozen people to show up at my house on a saturday night to drink and eat and make merry.

there’s a particular kind of warmth that comes from leaning against the entry to my dining room, glass of wine curled against my chest, seeing so many of the people i love sitting around my table as they laugh and bicker and eat a meal that i used so much love to make. food that i spent hours creating because they gave me the confidence and the desire to learn how to make new things. because the effort it takes for me to make pasta or gnocchi or sauces or broths from scratch is worth it. the hours i will spend standing over a hot stove as i make gumbo or chicken and dumplings or fried everything is worth it. the easy smiles and whiskey-reddened cheeks and raucous laughter and full bellies and warm togetherness is worth the trouble.

it makes me understand the last supper (you know, minus the foreboding of betrayal). there’s a divinity in making a meal to share with those you love.

i’ve yet to find a better way express my devotion than to say, “take this, all of you, and eat of it. for it is my love given up for you.”

because even though the darkness can be chasm-wide and canyon-deep, my love is wider and deeper. it’s the bridge over the consumption of it all.

when people sit at my table and break bread that my hands have tenderly prepared i see the point of it all. loving and be loved in return.

and sometimes that love is stored in poetic words and grand gestures. and sometimes, that love is stored in a stockpot full of soup. but they both accomplish the same thing at the end of the day. warmth and safety and care and devotion.

it’s love. plain and simple and small.

#ayo sorry to get philosophical about making dinner on main #maybe it’s the alabama in me #but i just love cooking for folks #for my family of folks i found along the way #love really is stored in the soup

[taylorhebertstherapist]

man I'm still pissed off that after posting a poll on "should i add incest to the alabama poll" that united states poll blog responded to the rightfully angry people pointing out how disrespectful that was with this

"but we've never been to zoopy"

1. do you seriously think the stereotype of poor rural alabamians as stupid inbred hicks is appropriate to compare to a popular movie. do you think repeating a classist piece of eugenicist rhetoric actively used to justify apathy and cruelty towards the impoverished people of a specific region is comparable to "Mr. Zippy Goes to Zoopy." Do you think that Southerners angry about being reduced to at best a malicious lie are comparable to people mad about a silly movie. and.

2. If. In your own words. "We've never been to Zoopy" then don't you think it might be even more important to not perpetuate harmful stereotypes about people from that region, people who have told you extensively why that stereotype is so harmful? it's fucking feigned ignorance. and while they didn't end up putting incest on the poll they just put "home sweet home alabama" like that doesn't mean the same damn thing. i hope they get beat with rocks

#this isn't even touching the racism on their other state polls. and there is so much of it #sorry for the length but it makes me so angry #maybe its bc i'm a historian specifically researching the alabama eugenics movement but the incest jokes are cruel and ignorant

[brittlebutch]

look. in no way was Always Watching a good movie, let alone a good marble hornets movie. unfortunately it is also true that the Alex Kralie missing poster lives in my head rent fucking free and i can never forget about it

#N posts stuff #marble hornets #mh lb #they thought they were putting a cheap little easter egg into a scene at an alabama gas station #really though they were engineering a plot point specifically designed to drive me insane #like sure yeah maybe it's just the cops looking for him. BUT. that's not the Only available interpretation. and like.. #dude. the Weight of it. someone missed alex kralie enough to put posters of him up bc they were worried about him #. someone offered a Reward for info about him. who?? parents? friends? someone else? i want to know So badly #the Always Watching director didn’t put any thought into it so it’s not like there’s someone i can Ask #but i know it’s there. and it’s enough to drive one to madness <3

[g1rlr0b1n]

Does anyone else ever think about how Damian might have had a semblance of a normal childhood if Dick had just like chosen not to relinquish guardianship of him? Because, I think about it a lot actually.

Like I know why he did but what if he didn't? Like what if Dick and Barbara raised him together? Like what then? Sure, it would be awkward because your bio-dad would also technically be your granddad and your father would also be your brother, but overall I think it would have been better for Damian.

I'm sure there are fics about this, drop them in the comments for me, will ya?

#He would get all the hugs and positive feedback from two not emotionally constipated parents #Lets not pretend Bruce is actually raising him anyway #Maybe in this timeline Bruce stayed dead or just decided parenting wasnt for him so now they are raising Tim and Cass too #Tim and Cass would get all the affection too #Damian trying to explain his family: My father sucked and being a dad so now hes my grandfather #Damian: my brother and sister are still my brother and sister though #Damian: Except for my brother Jason. Hes now my uncle #Jason: Thats uncle brother Jason to you twirp #Anyone trying to comprehend it: What in the sweet home Alabama?! #Dick and Babs could do it as a romantic couple or even just platonically #he could be like that kid whose parents are divorced #but they live together because they still love each other they just arent in love anymore #Babs: Hey kiddo its just you and me tonight dad has a hot date #Damian: Tt gross #If it doesnt exist maybe I have to write it! #batfamily #dick grayson #barbara gordon #damian wayne #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #cassandra cain #I tagged them because I mentioned them in the tags

[the-great-horse-cocktail]

Idgie and Ruth are queer and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Exhibit A: Literally every outfit Idgie wears, but especially the one at Ruth’s birthday party. Like, theoretically there are straight women that dress like that, but I’ve never met any of them. Also, she literally does drag at one point and it’s iconic. Exhibit B: They have a food fight. In movies, food fights only occur in cafeterias or between the main couple of a rom com. For some reason, in Hollywood’s mind, food fights either equal love or high school.

Exhibit C: They literally co-parent Ruth’s child. They take care. Of a kid. Together. That’s some Fluff AU bullshit right there

Exhibit D: Lakescenelakescenelakescenela

(Starts at 1:08)

#fried green tomatoes #the movie #Okay but the lake scene felt weirdly incomplete #Like there was supposed to be something more #but it got cut #Maybe it was a kiss on the mouth #I think this is the most delusional I’ve ever been abt a ship. Like I was *this close* to convincing myself that there was a #Fried Green Tomatoes super cut where Ruth and Idgie like for real kiss by the lake #And they’ve both got these feelings that they don’t understand bc they live in rural Alabama in the 1930s #“Is this even allowed?” Y’know #I feel like it’s worth mentioning that my very straight mother turned to me halfway thru the movie and said #“Am I crazy or would they make a really good couple?” GUYS EVEN THE STRAIGHTS PICKED UP ON IT #Youtube

[frstcorinthians]

what is it about the pacific that's clicking with me so well. i wish i was still in therapy so i could figure it out.

#aleks.txt #i mean leckie with his daddy issues is an easy sell but its more than that #why do they speak to me.....what does this mean...... #alabama boys? maybe..... #hoosier? definitely....... #maybe it's because it's difficult and i'm beset with english major disease so i cant help but analyze it

[specialmouse]

every so often i remember that they discontinued my medicaid and i jolt out of fear

#i dont think im gonna like. die or anything but i do think it means i have to stop t and i lose access to kaiser permanente which sucks for #mental health but it's very easy to schedule appointments and shit #i mean honestly maybe it's for the best? i'm getting a job soon and perhaps i'll even keep it thru the summer so maybe i can find a fuckass #plan #but honestly i think i should leave kaiser anyway #it just sucks because i get my hrt for free... #ultimately what i feel this leading up to is me having to move to alabama which i think will actually kill me UNLESS i meet a beautiful #southern boy. it's possible

[boyfae]

listening to taz amnesty and hearing griffin and justin do those appalachian accents is so jarring lmao. i mean justin always has a bit of it going on like he just has a very slight coal country accent but they went All Out in this one i love it. you can really tell they’re west virginia boys they can do it so well and no one from outside appalachia knows how to do it right lmao. they sound like every kid i went to middle school with and a large chunk of my extended family it’s wonderful

#and its such a niche accent that no one ever does right so hearing a good one is so rare #tbh i dont think ive ever heard someone from outside the region do the accent right people just tend to go full southern hick #maybe they sound similar to people from elsewhere but as someone who grew up in coal country but now lives in alabama #they sound sooo different to me and i notice people mixing them up immediately lmao #but yeah amnesty is a fun listening experience it reminds me of home

[plaid-n-converse]

my city has put positive messages on the main electronic billboards for TDOV and I don't know why that makes me want to cry a bit

#maybe because im in southern alabama #and never would expect real positive recognition #idk it's just got me emotional #tdov 2023 #trans

[nimblermortal]

God grant Cliopher a quick and merciful autism that he might say “I refuse to touch polar fleece” “no bad touch” “denim bad no” and thereby rid Ylette of 2/3 of the room.

#I for one don't touch polar fleece satin or denim #I don't know the names of the other things I don't touch #today I touched a journal that looked like it was going to feel like straw #but it was a good touch! #I made Hyacinth hold it so that he would know this good touch #there was a leather bag that was a bad touch next to a different (more suede?) one that was a good touch #and there was a mug that was hideously impractical but had really nice ridges #Nimblermortal liveblogs #the hands of the emperor #look at me having opinions on fabric and getting waylaid by the fashion chapter #whoda thunk #maybe this is because I've been watching the Welsh Viking youtube channel on clothes? #he keeps recommending wool - which is great! - but one commenter made the very salient point #that wool can be as accurate as it likes if you're reenacting in Alabama it's not happening #one thing I do notice about the clothing descriptions is that like. Goddard will mention a fabric and the threads or colors that go into it #but she WILL NOT SAY what the actual garment looks like #and I think this is very brave and skillful of her

[horrorsequel]

I should write a Marble Hornets FF using my extensive knowledge of Alabama locations and culture. Tim and Jay go on a factory tour of Bud's Best Cookies, but tensions rise because of inexorable differences (ex catholic vs ex protestant)

#im allowed to hc these guys religious pasts. if a lifetime in alabama hasnt earned me that. then what was it FOR #actually maybe jay is the ex catholic. give that boy a crucifix.

[mcmansionhell]

we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven

Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.

The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.

It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.

And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.

Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.

A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.

Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.

At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.

And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.

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#architecture #design #mcmansion #mcmansions #ugly houses #interior design #bad architecture

[within-the-iris]

Fuck it. I'm curating my own content. If I can't find a single non-proshipper in my favorite fandom of all time, I'll make my own content without those incest-lite, pedo-lite people. I'll curate my own experience and audience without creeps and consangs. I'll find my own friends. People who are good and don't think being a lolicon is normal cause it's fucking not. I'll make my own versions and block all of those fuckers into oblivion.

Would it be nice to surprise the creeps with the knowledge I'm not like them? Absolutely, they could feel the rejection and disgust I did. But I won't build something as important as my art on a house of cards. I won't allow them to find a friend in me then act betrayed and whiney in their private discords. I'm bursting out the gate with my reality and I know my flock exists. I won't let anyone else ruin my love of this fandom and these characters. No art, no artist, no bs groomer ideology. Just the facts and non glorification of abuse that lead me to be abused. I'm real and I'm coming and these weeds won't be allowed in my garden. Not amongst the flowers and fruits I've labored over.

#being intentionally vague about the fandom cause wow #ive never seen a fandom more full of incest than this except for maybe ohhc #i wont allow their nasty shit to ruin my experience #i already allowed my abuser to ruin it for me once #no one is taking this from me any longer #i belong here #my art belongs here #and i dont need the support of sweet home Alabama ass barely big artists to climb that hill #they can die for all i care #i may never feel safe in this fandom because my abuse is trivialized and fetishized oftenly in ships #but i dont need to feel safe in wider fandom #i will carve out a bloody cavity all my own #vent

[i-drink-soysauce]

RARE POST THING FROM ME-

i had no other way to share the video

#law thing #transphobia #tw transphobes #alabama laws #please share this however lossible #also maybe dont expect more posts from me- I'll prob make a sideblog for my art if I ever post it

[hugshughes]

Rose Bowl, Baby! J. McCarthy

JJ McCarthy x fem!reader

synopsis - JJ wins it all, and he has his girl right with him the whole time.

wc - 2k!

contains - THIS IS SOOOOOO CUTE AWWW, cursing, stressed!reader (ME TOO AS FUCK), fluff, kissinnnnnnn, hugginnnnn, cute shit, FUCK THE TIDE :D, um that's it! oh established relationship!

an - unedited lol sorry i just wrote this in like two hours! 😭JJ😭BABY😭WON😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WAS SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AND I DANCED. especially because my mother, brother, and sister were all pulling for Bama to make me mad. LAUGHED IN THEIR FACES LMAOOOOO. i was on facetime with my man for like half the game since i am a umich student... WAIT DO U GUYS KNOW THAT....? i dont think ive told u guys that... SURPRISE!!!!!! anyway no one reads these anyway so. ENJOYYYYYYYYYYY :)))))))!

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One minute and thirty eight seconds. One minute and thirty eight seconds, that's how long JJ and the Wolverine's offense had to score a touchdown. 2nd & Goal, four yards to go. You held JJ's mom's hand as you took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down. JJ could do this, you knew it. You stared him down as he stood infront of Coach Harbaugh, Alabama had called the last time out of the game.

Michigan needed this score to take the game to overtime. JJ knew, you knew, everyone did. Once JJ clapped in the middle of the huddle, the offense started dispersing back into their spots on the field. Jay's eyes met yours, they had multiple times all night. He knew exactly where you sat, he'd made you text him your seat numbers before the game. You let go of his mom's hand and gestured your hands over your ears, headphones, you always told him. Just pretend it's just you and your guys. Block out everything else. He nodded at you, cracking a little smile before taking a deep breath and running out to the field, putting his helmet back on. His mom melted over the interaction, leaving you blushing.

You crossed your fingers and said a prayer, you'd prayed more than once tonight, you'd been praying about this games for weeks. You held his mom's hand in one of yours, and gripped your 'J' necklace in your other, bouncing on the balls of your feet. The play clock was running low, JJ clapped his hands, beckoning for the ball. It went straight to his hands, he looked around for maybe a second before passing precisely to Roman. He caught it, he had an open lane, he's in the end zone! Holy shit, he's in the end zone!

You jumped, screaming JJ's name, turning to hug his parents. You jumped up and down, a grin wide on your face as you cheered for your boy. His mom wrapped an arm around you as you watched him tearily.

The next Michigan drive was messy, and had you scared, but when the time ran out, you were jumping up and down, shouting and cheering, hugging everyone around.

"Our boy did it!"

You nodded, laughing as you wiped tears from your eyes. The game wasn't over, you knew that. JJ's eyes found yours again, he shook his head in disbelief with a grin, gesturing headphones to you. You nodded, fanning your face from the tears, but smiling so wide it didn't matter.

You sighed happily when you watched Alabama defer their OT possession, that's what JJ wanted, if the game went to overtime, he wanted to go first, it would put more pressure on The Crimson Tide to go second in the long run.

You held your necklace close to your mouth as you closed your eyes, letting out deep breaths. JJ had this, you knew it.

The offensive and defensive lines faced each other at the Alabama 25. JJ clapped, the ball was sent straight to his hands, he quickly handed the ball off the Blake, who scurried around the defenders, landing at the Alabama 17. 'Thank God for Blake Corum' you whispered to yourself.

You saw JJ hiding a smile behind his mouth guard, and you knew this was it. Jay claps, and the ball is snapped straight to him, the ball goes straight to Blake, who has a completely open lane.

"Go Blake, go!"

You screamed out, feeling Megan's hand grip yours. You held your intertwined hands up, watching Blake run. He was in the end zone, yes!

"Yes! JJ, yes!"

You screamed, jumping up and down you as watched your boy cheer. He did it! Thank God! You hugged everyone again, cheering some more when the kick went through the posts. The game still wasn't over, the defense still had to come out and play this game. You knew JJ wouldn't be able to assist his team anymore on the field, but you also knew he was now gonna be the biggest hype man for his defensive teammates.

You bit on your dark blue acrylic nails as you watched Alabama line up at the Michigan 25. You winced as the game went from 3rd & goal at the Michigan 14 to 4th & goal at the Michigan 3. One more play, make or break.

You saw Jalen Milroe clap for the ball, and run straight into the O-line of Michigan. Nothing! He got nothing! Oh my God, Michigan won! You watched JJ sprint onto the field as you screamed, jumping up and down for the third time. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you shouted, hugging Michigan fans you didn't know. Your smile couldn't have been punched off of your face.

The blue and maize confetti flew, you watched tearily as the Michigan guys flooded the field. You watched JJ grab his rose, talking to a reporter. His bright smile and gorgeous face was spread on every screen in the stadium. Your boy had done it, finally. You watched as your sweet boy accepted the Rose Bowl trophy with Blake, his smile never leaving his face.

You ran down the few rows to the bottom row of the bleachers, standing with other Michigan player families as the boys were dispersing back to the sideline, finding their loved ones. JJ, being the star quarterback he was, took a while longer to get over to you guys, but it didn't matter to you.

You two locked eyes, matching smiles on your faces as he ran over to your group. You let him talk to his parents and sisters first, before he moved over to you.

"Come'ere baby!"

You grinned as you leaned down over the barrier, JJ's hands grabbing at your waist to safely pull you closer, kissing you passionately. Your hands cupped his face, as you both smiled into the kiss. You pulled away, whispering to him with a big smile.

"You did it lovey!"

He nodded, his bright smile lighting up your heart.

"Can you just jump the barrier instead of going back through the halls?"

"S'that allowed?"

He looked around, quickly asking an employee of the stadium standing down against the barrier. The employee looked at JJ with wide eyes, nodding at the quarterback, though he probably didn't exactly have the position to answer him.

"See? You're fine, c'mon angel!"

You looked around, seeing one of the guy's little brother being passed over the barrier, then to Megan who shrugged with a smile, nodding for you to go ahead. You slide your phone in the pocket of your jeans, sitting on the barrier before turning around towards JJ, who held his hands on your waist.

"Can't believe I'm doin' this."

JJ laughed, pulling you down as you slightly jumped off the wall, down into his arms on the field. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"I'm so proud of you, Jay. You are so talented, baby."

He pulled away from you, cupping your face with his hands, touching his forehead to yours.

"Just had to remember my headphones, like always."

You nodded, laughing and kissing him again, JJ leaned back, your feet leaving the ground for a few seconds as he kissed you. You both pulled away giggling. You got a random burst of energy, electricity pulsing through your veins.

"Ah! Oh my God, you won!"

You pulled away from JJ, grabbing his hands and jumping up and down. His smile widened, he was so, absolutely in love with you, but watching you support him so wholeheartedly, made his heart squeeze extra with love.

"Yeah! I got the Rose Bowl, baby!"

JJ's family came through the tunnel, having chose the safer route to get to the field. He hugged his family, talking with them and taking pictures. You took a few of them on your phone, smiling sadly at how cute they were.

"Angel! Come take a picture with me!"

You smiled, nodding as you went over to your smiley boyfriend. He took his winner's hat off and plopped it onto your head, it was sweaty, but you didn't care. You did one picture standing next to each other, his arm around your hips as you both smiled brightly. Then there was one where JJ kissed your cheek out of nowhere, then another taken the moment after where you both laughed as you wiped the eyeblack he spread to you off of your cheek.

They were adorable, objectively. Your group was soon exiting down the tunnel, bidding JJ goodbye with a quick kiss as he walked back towards the locker room.

Once you were all reunited with JJ he told you all he wanted to go back to the hotel and get food delivered to the hotel. That was your boy, even after the big win all he wanted to do was go back to his bed.

You got back to the hotel after a long car ride through Rose Bowl traffic, and quickly went up to your room. You and JJ were sharing, though he was technically supposed to be in his football assigned hotel room, he was crashing in yours. His parents knew, you two were trusted, and old enough to make your own decisions.

You showered as Jay laid in your bed, watching the Texas and Washington game. You came out of the bathroom in your pajamas, quickly crawling into bed next to JJ. He pulled you inbetween his legs, wrapping his arms around your middle. You were both tired, him more than you. You noticed the plastic bag sitting on the nightstand.

"What'd you get us to eat?"

You kissed him when he told you he got chicken tenders. You both watched the Sugar Bowl as you ate your dinner. You both got up to throw away your trash and brush your teeth before turning off all the lights and getting right back in bed. JJ watched the game as you laid on his chest, scrolling through your phone, showing him TikToks and Instagram posts of videos taken of you two from the game every little bit. You two were going viral among the teenage girls and fan pages.

When the game finished JJ turned off the TV, and you put your phone away as you two shifted so that JJ was laying with his head on your chest. You played with his sandy hair as you talked.

"I still can't believe all of it, it's just crazy."

"Well I can believe it, I knew you could do it. You know I was scared when we were getting close to the end of regulation, but then I saw you smile right before your last play of the regulation TD run, you know right before Roman got the touchdown, and I just knew it."

JJ looked up at you in the dark, he had hearts in his eyes. You were everything to him, just completely everything.

"I love you so much."

"I love you, baby. 'M so proud of you."

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[northlizardcity]

so fucking desperate for any morsel of satisfaction or comfort today. im trying everything i know, but i cannot find any moment of safety. im getting wildly restless and i can't do anything to stop it.

#there are approximately two things in this whole world that would help immensely #(maybe 3 if im feeling evil) #one belongs to a shithead in Alabama or some place #and the other decided their turd of a husband can make decisions for us #so #now what #i have absolutely nothing left #nvmd me #lizard rambles