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remma-demma · 2 months
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Truly fucking insane to me how even some trans people have drunk the gender essentialist koolaid and think that trans men are like, inherently arms of the patriarchy and oppressors. Just like believing all cis men are each, individually responsible for patriarchy. Isn’t the point of feminism that the system and people’s unconscious upholding of the system are the thing to be criticizing?? Gender essentialism is still gender essentialism even if you do it to trans people.
I don’t know why people don’t understand that treating any group as a monolith whose experiences are all the same is like. Bad and harmful. Trans men are men but they are not cis men. Many of us have experienced girl / womanhood enforced on us by society and deeply understand the struggle. I don’t see why it’s harmful to acknowledge the fact that trans men experience misogyny!!!! Lots of trans men haven’t or won’t transition! I promise you even if we are men, see ourselves as men, the vast majority of society will not.
I really hate infighting and “calling out” whole sections of the community, and I guarantee I’m not talking about 90% of trans women who are normal but that other 10% act like trans men have betrayed women by “choosing to be men”. Isn’t that like, 1) literally gc / terf logic and 2) implying that trans people just up and choose their gender one day (not saying that some don’t but like. Being trans is a deeply personal thing that’s often not a choice.)
This is thinking that makes trans men guilty to be trans men. We’re used to hearing it from radfems but to hear it from people who are supposed to be our allies??? From people who we have something so deeply in common with? It fucking sucks!!!
#sorry I just saw three whole Twitter posts that literally were like ALL TRANS WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND AWESOME#and all trans men are stupid and stinky and bad#trans men continue to be punching bags every three months for some fucking reason#I’m not disagreeing that trans women are put under a lot more pressure societally and that fucking sucks#but literally whenever trans men speak up we ARE dismissed.#our struggles may not be the same but they still fucking exist#this is mostly a vent but feel free to (civilly and constructively) talk to me about where my blind spots might be#I’m taking American cultural anthropology and we just learned the word intersectionality and I don’t think people truly understand that#the intersection between “being men’ and “being raised as female’ is very real#I think what that male model said was stupid in terms of like#thinking that trans women are to blame for being so visible#but what he said about the general way people are raised in gendered ways is not bullshit.#culture affects us from literally all angles and it’s wild to think that a trans man could just flip a switch one day and forget#being constantly put down and told to be kind and put others feelings above your own and be scared of being assaulted and blah blah blah#being raised as a girl shit. unless you transitioned as a child and had super supportive parents that shit is REAL#my post#trans#jfc even if you were raised in the right gender medical misogyny affects us too! our bodies are policed just like women’s are#also lol I’m not saying I just learned the term or idea intersectionality it’s just interesting to learn about it academically
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wh0re43van · 3 months
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Reflections- (Warren Lipka X Reader)
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Summary: You’re Spencer’s older sister that had to come home after getting kicked out of college. Upon the return, you’re reconnected with the walking asshole that is your brothers best friend.
Word count: 7k
Warnings: smut, weed, alcohol, mention of roofie, slow burn, hate fuck
A/n: I managed to cut this down a good bit, but this is the best I could do because I love plot I’m sorry 😭 also I’m very high so this probably isn’t proof read very well- I will be proofing it better in the near future!
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I hang out my window, breathing in the night air after I take a hit off my joint. I sigh, wondering what I’m still doing in my childhood bedroom at age 21. I got kicked out of college two months ago and I still haven’t gotten my life back on track. I have a job interview lined up and I’ve been painting commissions, but I just feel like I’m 14 again. My parents made it seem like I’ve completely fucked up my life and paint me as the pot smoking-drop out, so maybe I should just embrace it.
I groan when I realize that I’ve been thinking too long and joint my has gone out. I hold my favorite zippo up to re-light it when I hear my door fly open, knocking into my dresser. I gasp, whipping around quickly as I accidentally launch my lighter across the floor in the startle. I groan in annoyance when I see my idiot brother and his even more idiotic shadow standing in my doorway.
“Close the door you fucking idiots! Mom’s down there!” I whisper angrily. Spencer pushes Warren into the room and closes the door quickly.
“Sorry,” my brother says awkwardly.
“Damn. You still smoke even after it, like, completely ruined your life?” Warren laughs, motioning to my joint.
“Oh shut up. I got caught with a single gram on campus and they made a big deal out of it; I mean come on it’s 2004 for Christ sake,” I roll my eyes, irritated that he would even bring that up, but it is Warren, so I expect nothing else. “What do you two fuck heads want?” I ask as I walk over to turn off my iPod so I can hear them better.
“Nothing! Uhm just wanted to see how the best big sister in the world is doing,” Spencer laughs unconvincingly as he attempts to lean casually against my dresser, knocking over my perfume bottles in the process. “Shit,” he mumbles as he picks the plastic bottles up off the floor. I roll my eyes, not believing him for a second. Warren looks at Spencer, scoffs, then looks back at me.
“We want you to buy us beer,” he says flatly with his hands in his pockets. I raise my brows at him, now it’s my turn to scoff.
“You come in my room, give me a heart attack, almost let mom know that I’m smoking, knock over everything on my dresser, then ask me to buy you beer?” I ask, trying to understand why they thought this was a good idea. The boys look at each other then back to me.
“Yes,” they say in unison firmly, but not confidently.
“Get the fuck out,” I sigh. Spencer mutters ‘sorry’ before turning to walk out the door. Warren closes the door behind my brother then looks at me, tilting his head to the side.
“Why are you such a bitch?” The grungy boy asks curiously. I give him a face of disgust.
“Because you go out of your way to piss me off.” I huff, stepping closer to him, sticking a finger into his chest. He smacks my hand away.
“Ew,” Warren gags dramatically. “Don’t touch me,” he mutters before turning around to open my door, flipping me off then closing it behind him.
I plop down on my bed grabbing a nice, soft pillow, then shove it to my face, letting out a blood curdling scream.
‘Why!? What the fuck did I do to deserve this?’ I think to myself. I quite literally feel like I’m back in middle school with: Dumb and Dumber constantly pestering me, Warrens stupid fucking remarks, hiding in my room with my joint, and my parents being disappointed in me. Jesus, this is all such awful dĂ©jĂ  vu.
I Take a deep breath, then make my way to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. I walk into the hall bathroom then turn on our shower to warm up the water. I strip down then turn on the shower radio to the local rock station. To my pleasant surprise, they’re playing ‘Scum bag’ by Greenday.
‘Best infomercial purchase mom made this month,’ I think to myself as I lather up my body wash, letting out a content sigh. I finally start to relax.
Knock, knock, knock 
“Y/n, I have to piss!” Warren shouts through the door. I groan, flinging the shower curtain open after turning off the water.
“Hold it, Butt-fuck! I just got in,” I shout back in annoyance. He bangs on the door again.
“Just let me in!” His voice is muffled coming through the wood.
“No, Warren!” I huff, wondering how one boy could be so annoying. “Piss outside!” I scream over the music, then turn the water back on and resume my shower. His knocking continues for another minute or two, but he eventually gives up.
I finish my shower in peace then wrap the towel around myself. I quickly run to my room and close the door behind me.
“What the fuck!” I shout when I see warren standing in my closet with his hands behind his back.
“Don’t you know it’s rude not to knock?” he snickers. I scowl at him, holding the short white towel to my body as tight as possible.
“It’s my- What the hell are you doing in here?” I ask exasperated as I step towards him.
“Spencer says you do that nerdy makeup shit for ren fairs or whatever, and I need to borrow your supplies,” he sighs, sounding irritated even though he’s the one snooping though my stuff. I fiddle with my towel, uncomfortable at how his gaze keeps wondering down to where the fabric ends, barely long enough to cover my ass.
“What the fuck do you need that for?” I frown, not understanding why on earth he would need special effects makeup. His eyes follow a trickle of water that drips from my hair down my chest and between my breasts. I shift awkwardly, wishing that this interaction would end already.
“That’s not important,” he steps towards me. “Just let me see what you have,” he says simply with his hands in his pant pockets. I groan in frustration.
“No, you fart-catcher! I just caught you going through my shit, get out!” I scream, stomping my foot in anger, which causes the towel to slide off my breast a bit. I quickly pull it back into place, my cheeks burn pink from embarrassment and anger. Warrens eyes flutter from my chest up to my face, his lips curl into a small smirk.
“Alright,” he shrugs before walking towards my door. With his back to me, he takes his wallet out of his pocket and drops it on the floor. “Y/n,” he tisks, looking at me over his shoulder with that ever familiar mischievous glint in his dark eyes. “Would you pick that up for me? I can’t bend over, I hurt my back at my last game,” he asks with mock sincerity, his gaze focused on how short the towel is. He knows if I bend over my entire ass will be exposed. I look at him with pursed lips, furrowed brows, and bright pink cheeks, letting out an irritated sigh. He grins at how successfully he’s pissed me off.
I stomp over and open my bedroom door, then stomp back to his wallet, kicking it as hard as I can out the doorway and down the steps.
“Get out!” I seethe as I shove the snickering idiot out of my room, locking the door behind me. I groan, flopping down face first onto my bed. I lay there a minute, before deciding to smoke a bowl and get my pajamas on.
I retrieve my bowl and my stash from its old hiding spot behind my bookshelf.
I break up the weed and pack the small bowl, then I realize that I cant find my lighter. I check my bag again, then look around my window and on the floor. I let out a loud groan, kicking my nightstand in anger. My nerves are completely shot, this minor inconvenience is about to send me on a rampage.
With a defeated sigh, I grab a cheap Bic lighter out of my purse. I wouldn’t care so much if it wasn’t my favorite lighter. The silver zippo was a gift from an ex-boyfriend. He had my name engraved on one side and the skull and bat wings from the cover of the Avenged Sevenfolds ‘Waking the Fallen’ album on the other. It’s the single coolest possession I have.
I grab my iPod off the speaker, then hook my headphones into it before climbing out my window onto my roof. With the cheap plastic lighter I take a hit then lay back on the cool shingles, my muscles relaxing as Rob Zombie plays in my ears. I close my eyes as the crescent moon shines her white light down on my face. I take another hit, sighing happily as I get comfortable. Finally, some peace.
‘Hold on,’ I shoot up, furrowing my brow in thought. ‘I dropped my lighter when numbnuts busted into my room. I never picked it up, and when I caught warren in here, he had something behind his back
 Warren,’ my epiphany makes my ears burn red.
“Goddamn it Warren!” I shout, completely fed up with his shit, as I clamber back through my window. “Why the fuck is that shit head here all the time,” I mumble to myself as I put my bowl away. I spray some air freshener and close my window before stomping down the hallway, barging into my brothers room. Warren sits by himself in Spencer’s bed, playing some stupid video game on the PlayStation- my brother no where in sight.
“Where is it?” I bellow, standing between warren and the tv like an angry mother. I hold my hand out in front of his face as if the little asshole would just hand it over.
“Dude! Get out of the way!” Warren groans, his eyes not even meeting mine as he uses his foot to scoot me out over, but he knocks me off my balance and I fall directly on top of him.
“Warren!” I squeal, managing to catch myself with my arms on either side of his head. We exchange a shocked look before that stupid, sly smirk creeps onto his face, reminding me that I’m furious at him. “Give me my shit!” I shout in his face, hovering over top of him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he shrugs, his smirk never faltering. This is it. He’s going to make me snap. I grab his shirt pulling his face up to mine, my face flushed In anger.
“I see through your little act,” I say through gritted teeth, almost in a whisper. He looks at me with wide eyes. “You act like you’re hot shit. You think that just because you sell a little green on the side and pocket other peoples shit that you’re a man, but you’re so far from it. You’re just a 19 year old boy who still needs his daddy to wipe his ass for him,” I all but spit into his face, leaning closer with every syllable. His face slowly contorts into pure rage. He stands up from the bed and pushes my back against the wall.
Warrens hostile glare burns deep into my eyes as his hands grip my shoulders so hard that his knuckles turn white. The drywall is cool on my hot skin as warren peers down on me, making me feel so small in his grasp.
“You don’t know shit about me, bitch!” Warren says in a tone that I’ve never heard from him before- he nearly growls at me. This shows that I’ve seriously pissed him off; I smile up at him, unable to hold back the joy- and a bit of excitement - bubbling in my stomach. His lips are pulled in a straight line, nostrils flared and his jaw locked as he grips onto my shirt, making his biceps flex.
“Unfortunately, I know you very well, Warren. Your entire life you’ve been putting up this front of false confidence. Always thinking you’re special, somehow always convincing yourself that the rules don’t apply to you; You’re a pathetic burn out,” I say simply, batting my lashes up at him, enjoying the reaction- and our proximity. His nostrils flare as he pounds his fists on either side of my head.
“You’re the fucking burn out!” He raises his voice, a bit of spit lands on my face as the harsh words drip from his tongue. I reach my hand up, wiping the salvia off.
“Yeah, but I can admit it,” I whisper as I lean up to his flushed face, our noses brushing against each other. I do mu best to ignore the stirring in my stomach when our skin touches. Warren glances down at my lips, his chest still heaving with anger and his arms resting by my head. His angry eyes meet mine. The moonbeam coming through the window illuminates half of warrens face in a white light. I just now notice how much he’s changed. How mature he looks now, especially when he has me backed against the wall with a death grip on my shoulders. He just begins to dip his head down when the bedroom door swings open.
“Sorry man, mom wanted help with- Woah
” Spencer pauses, almost dropping the snacks from his arms. Warren jumps back, the rage on his face replaced with shock as my brother looks between us with a slack jaw. Warren clears his throat awkwardly.
“You need to control your sister, dude,” he gives me a dirty look, walking up and taking a bag of Cheetos from Spencer. I step away from the wall, adjusting my outfit.
‘What the fuck just happened?’
“Uhm, no. Spencer you need to control your friend. He’s a fucking klepto! He took the lighter kyle got for me!” I explain as I point accusingly at Warren who’s already settled into the bed, munching on the junk food
“Oh, you mean the guy that cheated on you?” he asks before he takes a sip out of a two liter of dr. pepper. “Twice,” he adds before letting out a gross belch. I look at him in disgust, then in offense. My ears burn red in anger once again. I let out an irritated grunt as I push past spencer towards the door.
“So it’s no then?” Spencer asks, stopping me in my tracks.
“What?” I ask as I turn to face him. My brother glances between Warren and me.
“You’re not gonna help us?” Spencer asks, looking confused.
“Spencer what the hell are you talking about?” I groan, still upset about what was happened with Warren.
“He didn’t even-“ Spencer scoffs, turning to look at Warren. “You didn’t even ask her?” He asks his friend. Warren just shrugs as he picks up the PlayStation controller.
“For the last time I am not getting you idiots beer,” I groan.
“No! We need your makeup skills,” Spencer explains. Warren stands up from the bed, stomping in disapproval.
“We don’t need her. We just need the makeup,” he groans nudging Spencer a bit. I look at the boys in extreme confusion.
“Explain,” I sigh, rolling my eyes.
“We’re Uhm, doing a project and we were wondering if you could make us look like old men,” Spencer says avoiding eye contact, scratching the back of his neck. He’s acting even weirder than normal.
“Uhm, yeah. Hypothetically I could if I had the proper products,” I say putting my hands on hips, wondering where this conversation is going.
“No. We just need the products we don’t need you,” Warren whines, seeming even more admit on keeping me out of their plans than usual.
“Okay whatever. Give me the money and I’ll get you guys the shit tomorrow evening,” I sigh.
 ‘I’m such a good big sister’
“Well we have that party with Chas tomo-“ Spencer starts but Warren slaps his hand over my brothers face.  
“Party?” My ears perk up.
“No,” Warren says sternly. “We’re not bringing your lame ass to the party of the year,” he groans.
“No party, no makeup,” I shrug, crossing my arms. Spencer pulls Warren’s hand away from his face.
“Deal,” Spencer smiles. Warren gives him a death glare as I skip out of the room.
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The next evening I’m stood in front of my closet sifting through my clothes. I have to admit that I’m excited to be getting dressed up. I settle on black denim mini skirt, studded belt and a cropped and distressed Misfits shirt. I take the time to do my makeup, smudging the black pencil liner around my eyes and applying a burgundy lip stick.
“Y/n come on!” I hear Warren shout from outside. I run over and stick my head out my open window.
“I’m coming!” I holler before slamming the glass shut, then shove my smoke bag into my purse.
I hop down the steps, skipping past my mother.
“I’ve never seen you so excited to go somewhere with those two,” my mom attempts a joke as I slip on my beat up converse.
“Free alcohol,” I shrug with a smirk before skipping out the front door.
“Y/n,” my mother’s disappointed voice gets cut off by the heavy wood slamming shut. I giggle to myself as I run to Chas’s car. I hear the door open again and my brothers foot steps approaching behind me.
“Come on guys were so late!” the meat head shouts from the driver’s seat window. My brother and I scramble into the car. Before I realize it, I’m sandwiched in between Warren and spencer with Chas and some nerdy guy in the front.
As I search around for the middle seatbelt, I notice warren staring at me. he’s wearing a white t-shirt that fits him very well with a pair of light, baggy blue jeans. It appears that he even took the time to brush his hair. He almost looks good.
“What?” I scowl at warren, wondering why he’s looking at me like that. He clears his throat, shaking his head a bit as if he didn’t realize he was ogling at me.
“J-just wondering why you let a clown do your makeup,” he laughs. I huff then punch him in the arm as hard as I can, causing warren to scream out.
“See this is-” I start to shout but I’m cut off when Chas whips his steering wheel sharply, sending me flying toppling into warren and causing warren to hit his head on the window.
“Shut up!” Chas groans. Warren and I exchange angry looks as we settle back into our seats, the rest of the ride is quiet.
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The house packed full of sweaty college kids bumping and grinding into each other. The smell of alcohol and B.O flood my senses as I shimmy my way through the sea of kids packed in the narrow hallway. I finally make it to the kitchen where a bunch of frat boys are shot gunning beer. Girls surround them, completely wasted but doing their best to root for whichever guy they’re planning on fucking tonight. The loud, shitty, pop music rings through my ears as I step closer to the commotion. A tall blonde guy from the back of the group turns to me, looking me up and down with a grin.
“Hey you want in?” He holds his hand out, offering me a Budweiser. I consider it, but decide that I don’t want to be covered in beer all night.
“Uh, nah,” I nudge his hand away from me. He is cute though. “But I’ll cheer you on,” I smirk, looking up at the random guy, holding up my house key. The boy grins from ear to ear, taking the key out of my hand. He punctures the can before quickly opening the tab, downing the beer almost professionally. I cheer the boy on with words of encouragement. He drops the can to the floor then holds his hands up with a righteous scream, the crowd goes wild. He turns to me, wiping his face then slings his arm over my shoulder.
“Wow, I’m impressed,” I laugh. He adjusts his crooked snap-back as he leads me to the dance floor.
“Yeah you should be,” he chuckles as he guides me through the crowd of dancing bodies.
We dance for a few songs, slowly getting more handsy with each other. As my back bumps against him to the beat of the song, I make eye contact with Warren from across the room. He has a drink in one hand and his other on a girls waist as she kisses on his neck.
To my surprise, rather than looking away, he holds my gaze his he runs his hand down her back, grabbing her ass. I fight back a blush that attempts to creep onto my cheeks by averting my gaze.
‘Disgusting.’ I mentally barf as I turn my back to warren, wrapping my hands around the boys neck, his hands instinctively fall to my hips. He leans closer to my ear as we dance lazily in step with the beat.
“So what’s your name?” the boy shouts over the music.
“Y/n,” I answer, smiling up at him. “What about you, shotgun champion?” I giggle.
“Ethan,” he smiles. “Well, y/n, I’m going to go get you a drink,” he winks. I smile, thanking him. Once I tun back around, I notice that warren and the girl are gone.
‘Damn, that dude moves quick,’ I wonder how he manages to get girls to sleep with him so fast when he’s so insufferable and annoying. I dance by myself for a bit as I await Ethan’s return.
“Here you go,” Ethan smiles, handing me a red solo cup full of what appears to be spiked Hawaiian punch. I smile, thanking him as I accept the sickeningly sweet drink. I hold the plastic to my lips, but before I can take a sip, it’s knocked out of my hands. The cold liquid spills down my shirt before the cup hits the ground.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hear the familiar tone of Warrens voice shout as he shoves Ethan against the living room wall. Everyone around us stops, turning to see what fight is about to break out. My cheeks burn red in anger and embarrassment.
“Waren what-” I manage to shout in the confusion. “You’re such a fucking asshole!” I shriek, completely fed up with his bullshit. I stomp towards the staircase, all eyes on me as crimson punch drips down my chest and legs. I open every door in the hallway until I find the bathroom.
I slam the door behind me before leaning onto the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. I scream out in frustration, my pulse beating to the bass of the music downstairs.
“What the fuck is wrong with Warren?” I complain to myself as I grab a handful of paper towels, attempting to absorb the drink that has soaked into my outfit. I pause when I hear the doorknob turning behind me. I watch Warrens figure appears in the bathroom mirror.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he steps towards me. His tone.. it almost sounds... concerned. I ignore his possible sincerity and instead throw the sopping wet paper towels at him.
“No, I’m not fucking okay! You ruined my outfit!” I scowl at him. His once concerned expression quickly contorts into the ever familiar annoyed glower he’s always dawning in my presence.
“You’re so fucking stupid y/n!” Warren shouts, stepping closer to me. The yellow lights highlight his clenched jaw. My mouth widens in disbelief.
“Excuse me?” I ask, now pissed off even more. Warren leans back, pushing his hair out of his face then groans in irritation.
“You almost got fucking roofied y/n! I knew that guy was bad news. I happened to be walking past the kitchen when I saw him drop something into your drink!” he explains while pacing in front of me. I roll my eyes, not believing him.
“Oh come on! You expect me to believe that? With your track record, I have every reason to believe that you were just being an immature asshole finding a way to fuck with me,” I step up to him, looking into his eyes that are flooded with frustration.
“Are you fucking- I just saved your ass big time!” Warren shouts, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“Oh please,” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms, too angry to look at him. Warren sticks an angry finger in my face.
“You are such an ungrateful fucking brat,” he says lowly, his tone sends chills down my spine. He grips my jaw, turning my head to look up at him. The angry boy glowers down at me, his face just inches from mine. “Say thank you,” he demands through gritted teeth. I roll my eyes once again.
“Fuck. You.” I whisper looking directly into his apoplectic eyes. After a beat, he grips my jaw even harder, yanking may lips to his. I freeze in shock for just a second before returning the instantly bruising kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, suddenly desperate for his touch. Within seconds, years of pent-up aggression and sexual tension finally comes to a head.
“You piss me off so much,” he growls against my lips as his hands grip my ass so tight it hurts, making me bite back a whimper. “Jump,” his voice comes out a gruff whisper. I obey, jumping to wrap my legs around his waist as he backs me against the wall, his lips never parting from mine. His nails dig into my thighs as he begins to grind against my crotch, the friction making me moan lightly against his lips. Anger and lust course through my veins as I tighten my legs around him, forcing his hips closer to mine. As much as I want to hate this, the truth is that I’ve never wanted any man more than I want warren right now. I’m disgusted with myself, but oh so desperate for the boy I’ve despised most of my life.
“Fuck, I hate how much I want this,” I whine desperately against his lips, pulling away only to slip off my shirt. Warren chuckles before setting me onto my feet. His chest heaves as he strips himself of his white t shirt.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you like this,” he says softly, his eyes following his hand as it glides gently over my body. I shiver under his touch as his fingers easily undo my bra, I allow it to fall to the ground. His eyes meet mine as he undoes his belt. “Bend over,” Warren smirks, motioning to the counter top.  Biting back a smile, I happily turn around, resting my elbows on the counter. I spread my legs and wiggle my ass, knowing that he has a full view of panties under my mini skirt. I feel his hand push the denim fabric up, then he slides my underwear down my legs, leaving me exposed to him.
“Holy shit,” he groans quietly as he dips a finger into my sopping heat. He drags my slick up to rub circles on my clit. I bite my lip in attempt to hold back a whimper. “Is it me that you’re this wet for, or do you just have some weird degradation kink?” he asks as he slips a finger in my entrance, I gasp at the contact.
“Oh shut the-“ I begin, but cut myself off with a loud moan as his hand comes down harshly on my ass, the slap rings through the bathroom.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he laughs as he slips another finger in, pumping faster. His other hand brushes over the stinging handprint left on my ass. I whimper at how good it hurts.
 I hate how right he is. I hate how much he’s enjoying this. I hate how he knows exactly where to curl his fingers inside me to earn the loudest moan. “Mm that’s the prettiest sound that’s ever come out of your mouth,” he chuckles as he reaches his other hand around to toy with my clit. I arch my back, biting my lip in an attempt to keep the symphony of pleasure from spilling from my mouth. I’m trying desperately not give him the satisfaction of praise, but it’s proving to be impossible.
“You’re such a dick,” I say lowly, unable to think of a good comeback as my eyes flutter shut, that familiar tension in my stomach building.
Warren pulls away completely, leaving me feeling empty and irritated. I stand up with a frown, spinning around to yell at him, but he grabs my arm and my waist, repositioning me back over the counter.
“Uh uh,” he chuckles using one hand to grip my hair, holding my head up so that I can see him in the mirror. With the other hand, he drops his pants and boxers, giving his- much larger than expected- length a few good bumps. My knees buckle at the sight behind me. “You’re gonna stay just like this and watch me fuck you,” he growls as he uses his foot to kick my legs a bit further apart. I watch his reflection as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, spitting on them before spreading the slick gently over my folds. As he lines his length up with my entrance, he holds my gaze through the mirror, sliding into me slowly. He lets out a loud groan, his grip on my hair tightening.
The way that he fills me up is unlike any other. Squeezing my eyes shut, I do my best to hold back my whimpers as I adjust to his size. He gives me only a few seconds before he starts slamming into me.
“Fuck!” I scream in shock as I clasp my hands over my mouth. Warrens strong grip is soon ripping my fingers away from my face.
“Now You’re want to be quiet? After all the times I’ve told you shut this pretty mouth of yours
” he grabs my cheeks, sticking a finger in my mouth as he rams his cock into me. “Now you want to hold back?” He lets out a devilish chuckle, before slapping my ass even harder than last time. He uses my hair to pull my head up making sure that I’m watching him.
His strong grip holds tightly onto my hair and my waist, making the veins very prominent in his arms. His toned torso glistens in a thin sheet of sweat as his hips buck mercilessly into me. My toes curl when I see the way he’s watching me. His eyes are dark with lust as they study every feature of my body in the mirror. His jaw hangs slack, but there’s a never faulting smirk on his face as if this is something he’s been waiting on for a while.
He releases my hair to reach down and rub figure eights onto my sensitive bundle of nerves. That and they way that he’s hitting the perfect spot with every deep thrust and the way he looks at me is enough to send me over the edge.
“Fuck! Warren!” I moan out in such a pathetic tone that I can’t believe it came from my own mouth. My legs begin to shake and breathing becomes shallow as I clench around him.
“That’s it baby. Scream my name in pleasure for a change,” he growls in my ear. My eyes are clenched shut, but I can hear the smirk in his voice. If the music wasn’t playing 100 decibels over OSHA standards and every single person wasn’t black out drunk, I might be concerned that someone might hear us.
“Oh god
 fuck Warren! I’m cumming please don’t stop! Just like that please!” My words come out a desperate whine with each breath punctuated by his hips thrusting into me as I come undone around him. My legs give out as pure euphoria floods my system. My eyes roll back in my head as Warren holds me up with help from counter.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he grunts out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as low growls and moans slip out between his heavy breaths.
Warren pulls out of me as I lay with my head down on the cool counter trying to collect my thoughts. I feel him release onto my back. The warm seed dripping down my ass as strings of profanities fall from Warrens kiss bruised lips.
“Holy shit,” he pants out in a whisper. I hold my head up to see him in the mirror behind me, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. His chest rising and falling quickly as he wipes sweat from his forehead. As if he could feel me looking, he opens his eyes. That stupid fucking smirk quickly returning on his flushed face. He watches his cum drip down my ass and onto the floor. He silently walks to the toilet paper, then- to my surprise- he cleans me up. Silently, with a content smile, he wipes himself off me.
“Uh, thanks,” I say shyly with a bit of red creeping up to my cheeks. I find my underwear and slip them back on as Warren puts his pants on.
“Don’t mention it,” he winks, very obviously proud of himself.
“So uhm,” I start as I slide my dress back on. I don’t even know how to act; I feel so awkward and it’s pissing me off how casual Warren is being. “Do we just chalk this up to the alcohol?” I rub my neck awkwardly as Warren pulls his shirt over his head. He lets out a light laugh.
“Well I’m not drunk. Are you?” He asks, already knowing the answer. I shake my head no as find my sticky, stained skirt and step into it. Warren chuckles, walking up behind me looking at our reflections in the mirror. “Well, on the bright side I made your make look better,” he laughs with a wink, motioning at the mascara running down my face and burgundy lipstick smudged around my mouth.
“Oh fuck off!” I huff, shoving him. He slaps my ass one last time before opening the door and stepping out. I look at myself in the mirror, waiting for the feeling of disgust to overcome my body
 but it never comes. As I wet a paper towel and attempt to make my face look presentable, I can’t help but smile. The smile turns to a giggle. The giggle turns to a loud laugh. I cannot begin to explain or even understand what I’m feeling, but pure joy is bubbling through my body. It must be some kind of weird post nut clarity.
I grab my purse then step out the door, expecting Warren to be gone, but to my pleasant surprise, he’s leaning over the banister right outside the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I step up beside him, assuming the same position.
“Trying to spit in people’s drinks,” he says flatly, not looking my way before a blob of spit falls from his mouth, landing on some random girls forehead. She looks around in drunken confusion, unable to identify the source. “Hey bonus points,” he laughs, turning to me with his hands held up in victory. I roll my eyes, but I’m unable to hide the smile that creeps onto my face.
“I uhm- I think I’m gonna walk home. I need a shower,” I tell him awkwardly. I’m so unsure of how to act now and him being so normal isn’t helping.
“Oh, I’ll walk you,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets. I look at him in confusion.
“What?” I ask, unsure if I heard him correctly.
“I’m going to walk you home, dumbass,” he shrugs taking step, expecting me to follow behind him- I do, of course.
We push through the crowds of dancing kids and out the front door. My ears ring as we step out onto the empty street, the silence is quite the change from the loud frat party behind us.
We walk in almost comfortable silence. My house is about a 40 minute walk away, but it seems so much shorter as I’ve been using the time to sort out my emotions- which I’m not having much success with.
I grab my cell phone out of my pocket, texting Spencer that I’m headed home so that he doesn’t worry.
“Who are you texting?” Warren asks simply as if he’s been trying to find something to start a conversation. He pulls a pack of menthols out of his pocket, holding the box towards me. I smile, taking one of the sticks and popping it into my mouth.
“Spencer. I figure I should let him know where I went,” I explain as we walk down the dim and empty sidewalk. The cool late summer air makes the orange flame flicker in the wind as it illuminates Warrens face in the evening dusk. The end of his cigarette glows a dark crimson as he lets out a puff of smoke. He stops, then looks down at me as he rests his fingers on my cheek, his other hand bringing the lighter up to my cigarette. I stare up at him, admiring how the orange light highlights his handsome features. The flame reflects in his dark eyes that are fixated on my lips. I breath in, igniting the cig.
“Thanks,” I smile, exhaling through my nose as we resume our walk.
“Ya know, I really did save your life back there,” Warren grins with a nudge from the same hand that’s holding his cigarette.
“You actually saw that dude slip something in my drink?” I ask, looking at him with raised brows.
“Yep. That girl I was dancing with was leading me up to one of the bedrooms when I saw the douche go into the kitchen. The dude looked the type, so I followed him in there, sure enough as he was walking away from the table, he slipped a tablet in your cup,” he shrugs as he takes a long drag.
It takes me a minute to process his words. It seems that he was actually looking out for me.
“But
 Why? I thought you hated me. Now you’re saying that you left a hot girl who was trying to get in your pants just to make sure I was safe,” I ask. That seriously doesn’t sound like the Warren I know. Then again, I wouldn’t have expected the Warren I know to dick me down at a frat party either.
“Y/n I obviously don’t hate you. And even if I did, I still wouldn’t have let that guy drug you. I’m not that kind of guy,” he says, sounding a bit offended that I thought that of him. I’m seeing a part of Warren tonight that I had no idea existed. We approach my house, tossing our cigarette butts in the trash can beside the mailbox.
“No, I know, Warren,” I smile downwards, looking away from his stern gaze. “You’re actually a pretty good guy,” I laugh nervously. He grins as he leans against his car that’s parked on the curb right outside my home.
“I’m really glad you said that right now. I’m also glad that since I saved you, we’re even,” he smiles as he walks around to his driver door, reaching into his pocket. I stand on the sidewalk, looking at him confused.
“What Are You-“ he tosses me something, I instinctively catch it, clamping it between my two hands. I raise an eyebrow, almost afraid to see what’s in my hands. Warren chuckles as he gets in his car, starting it up as his radio starts blaring his ‘The Offspring’ CD.
I bend forward, he rolls down the passenger window. I look down into my hands to see my favorite lighter broken. The top of the zippo snapped off from the base. My expression falls, rage flooding my senses.
“Warren!” I scream, more pissed off at him then I’ve ever been. He quickly reminded me of why it is that I hate him so much.
“Yeah, my bad,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “You should really keep your stuff picked up off the floor,” he shrugs. I can’t even form a sentence right now. I knew this dumbass took my lighter. “Now get inside so I can leave,” he says motioning with his hand towards the door. I’m so shocked and exhausted- physically and emotionally- from tonight’s events that I just turn and leave. My face still contorted in anger, I silently walk up the steps and into my house.
Out of curiosity, I glance out the window at Warren. He waits a couple seconds after I shut the door to pull out of his parallel parking spot. I sigh, leaning against the door.
This was the strangest night of my life
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majimasleftasscheek · 8 months
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Have you played Yakuza 6 yet? If so ya got any kazumaji head canons based off the events of the game?
I absolutely love your ideas for them and I am beyond upset that Majima was barley in the game. Or even mentioned that much.
They did the boi dirty in this game, I swear.
*clenches my ass hard enough to shit diamonds*
oh I have OPINIONS about 6 I'll tell you that but it is good fodder for the kazumaji agenda 👀 I'mma be kinda rambly in this but I promise it all ties together kdjfjkldfkldf
so we all know Kiryu goes off to find Haruka and because I'm a big fan of dadjima, I can only imagine Kiryu lets him know while he's stuck in jail and Majima's just like WHAT
so Kiryu does a lot of self reflection but acting upon it is another matter. I can see Majima chastising him, saying she ran away cuz that's all Kiryu ever does (part of him is still pissy about him leaving in y3) and she's never had a healthy role model other than the king of hypocrisy. Kiryu would go on about how it's just to protect people yada yada but Majima would be like my guy, you left a bunch of kids in the care of your daughter who should not be parenting for you. you refuse any and all help because you think you can do it all on your own. you left me with Daigo who you said I wouldn't be babysitting AND YET—
I just want Majima to absolutely rail into him about how self serving he's acted despite better intentions. like of course Haruka ran away, look how much pressure she was under, what she went through in the idol bizz (maybe I'm a loser but I did not like Haruka's part in y5 that shit icked me), what you (Kiryu) do every time you feel like a burden to people. how naĂŻve it was to think any part of Kiryu's past would leave him behind just because he wanted it to. how his lone wolf thing impedes on everybody else. how in 5 he literally says he needs to stop running from his past and he does it anyway. this game FRUSTRATES ME rrhrrhhrhrr KIRYU FRUSTRATES ME ACK. but also I have a thing for Majima just being angry at him, to actually lash out and spew all those feelings of being left behind or being refused to let help because Kiryu's stubborn. how he let himself be used all those years to help Kiryu out just because he asked and now once again Kiryu's off on his own, never changing his tune about how he doesn't wanna rely on people. Majima's not perfect either and frankly he communicates like shit too but I just want that RAGE to get out and explore how Kiryu would hear him but never listen. makes it all the more tragic when he finds out Kiryu "died."
*tho I must note, as much as it does irritate me, 6 makes sense entirely for Kiryu's character lol. nothing he does in it surprises me in the slightest so while I'm not a fan of the story, it's pretty fitting for him since he's the downfall of his own story half the time. and it's not so simple as just saying Kiryu's to blame. he's constantly forced to deal with shit just as much as he wants to be left alone. he struggles and he tries hard I'll give him that. I don't think he's a bad person for what he aimed to do in 6 but he's not infallible either. and sometimes it's just par for the course. like how he makes the compromise at the end of the game to disappear so his family can be at peace all the while in his history, he's had major problems doing what he's told - never truly disappearing anyway, going about whatever's gonna happen in gaiden. could you imagine if Haruka caught wind that some resting bitch face motherfucker is beating the shit outta armies somewhere? could you imagine her finding out that Kiryu left again?
honestly I think his character is really interesting cuz of this. he has good intentions and I feel like to him there's some expectation that people should understand this, that people should accept his choices. I think it's fun to explore how others react to that - how it's in a way offensive, that Kiryu thinks he knows what's best and how to handle it as if he has all the power and say. how pissed people feel about him shoving them away for the sake of their safety, etc. I don't think he'd listen to Majima tbh but I think it's important that someone unafraid of Kiryu's dumbassery would lay it out how it is to him in a way that cuts, more so than Haruka, Date or like Akiyama could.
ANYWAY, Majima's mad at him lol but can't really do anything atm due to the surrounding circumstances. I like to think he's got some of the Majima family watching out for Kiryu and Haruka if they happened to see them. Nishida at least cuz ain't no one gonna arrest a cutie patootie like him. it's not much but it's a little peace of mind. Majima knows Kiryu's reckless as all hell so he's worried and doubly annoyed that Kiryu doesn't care (about his own safety or that other people are concerned for him).
so since Majima has a fat 5 minutes in the whole game, there's not much to say about his involvement overall (other than oopsie stuck in jail) but I've had some thoughts about what all the jimasÂł are doing in the meantime.
all the jimas are grouped together because I said so even tho realistically they'd prolly be separated lol. Daigo and Saejima are handling things well enough but Majima's bouncing off the walls in boredom and nothing irks him more than being stuck in one spot while Kiryu's out probably getting hit over the head with a stop sign and refusing medical attention. Daigo's losing his mind but he can agree Kiryu's bullheaded and talking about that keeps Majima distracted. Saejima does his part in trying to get Majima's mind off things now that they have all the time in the world to catch up on whatever.
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time passes and I'm rewriting the part in 6 where they show up at the end cuz I live in a fantasy world.
Kiryu "dies" and suddenly the three of them are released early, no doubt knowing his death had something to do with it. Daigo gets Kiryu's letter and Majima makes some joke about Kiryu's literacy but a quick scan of the letter makes Daigo's face drop. he reads it and Majima doesn't think it's real. he doesn't know how to feel. even Saejima is in disbelief. but the letter is vague. it's conjecture written by Kiryu of his own death so there's a chance he's fine. Kiryu's fine, he's always fine. he's been shot and stabbed a million times, he's fine.
but it's not long till it's confirmed by Date. Daigo's skeptical cuz his inner punkass doesn't trust cops. Saejima's on the same page but Majima's in full denial whilst also believing it to be true. his reaction is immediate and violent. he wants something to be done, he wants revenge but Daigo wants to follow Kiryu's wish to avoid war. Majima's so outraged he frankly couldn't give less of a shit about Kiryu's wishes so it's up to Saejima to wrangle him back *insert a dramatic fight here.* Majima gets his ass beat and he's just a mess. things move fast though - the fate of the clan is up in the air and he just couldn't care. but Daigo needs him and for that he pulls it together, just barely.
fast forward to when the jimas go into hiding. they get set up in a lil safehouse via Nick Ogata. I like to see it as a basic bitch type of place, very out of the way, very ignorable but the inside is nice enough. they have to stay cooped up as much as possible and it drives Majima insane. he's fidgety, always pacing. Saejima tries to calm him down and it works for a time until Majima falls into another slump and repeats.
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they took a few things with them that they could, mostly small stuff, some clothes and the like. Majima brought along a few of Kiryu's things, namely some pocket cars and a shirt. he wears it often, being very against washing it. Daigo's too stressed to notice but Saejima watches Majima just break down into someone he doesn't know. he's tired, closed off, guilt ridden. Saejima starts to think this is who Majima was after getting out of the Hole. a shell of a person taking blame for things out of his control. losing the will to care for himself as some sort of self imposed punishment for not doing more. seething in silence in the powerlessness.
his beard grows scraggly, his hair is unkept and the circles under his eye grows darker everyday. his behavior mimics his Sotenbori days where everything was for Saejima, all he could think about was Saejima, how he failed him, how if he tried hard enough he could see him again. it's not the case with Kiryu though. he didn't even get to see the body himself.
he's always on his phone reliving memories through photos and conversations. he freaks out when anyone touches the pocket cars and eventually the shirt gets worn out. he's spiraling while the others look on, unsure how to deal with someone whose entire personality revolves around having a fake one.
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Saejima takes initiative. maybe he's seen Majima like this before or maybe he hasn't. doesn't matter because he gives Majima a bit of tough love, telling him to get a grip. telling him that Kiryu wouldn't want to see him like this and, under his breath, he needs him in better shape so they can beat the shit outta whoever was responsible. it's not easy of course. it takes Majima awhile to learn how to live again and frankly he doesn't want to talk about Kiryu but Saejima forces him to - to get comfortable with mentioning him, enjoying the memories they had. letting him know it's okay to be vulnerable. it's not a kind or pleasant recovery but it's there. it's helping.
and perhaps some time under supervision, he goes to see Haruka and meets Haruto for the first time. he tries to keep a strong façade for her but she can see right through him and gets one of those rare moments where he's just quiet. where he's real. she catches him up on things and it's a rough one for the both of them, especially since he has to keep the visit short. she doesn't bother asking him where he's going afterward but he promises to keep in touch and that he does. she sends him a lot of photos and videos of the family and he backseat-parents Yuta whenever possible. Haruka's never been a fan of always having Kiryu at arms length but this arrangement helps her deal with the long distance since there's effort on both ends to stay close.
Majima's not used to having others around to help him cope but he eases into it decently enough without the Tojo Clan on his shoulders. he even gets along better with Daigo who has time now to focus more on himself and the grunge within his soul. he's a silly lil dork and that charm reminds him of Kiryu but in a way that doesn't send him spiraling. he starts to see all reminders of Kiryu in a more hopeful light, one that brings back his energy. for most of their home confinement, Majima wouldn't even go out as Goromi since half his confidence came from Kiryu's support. but now and then, with Saejima and Daigo backing him, he can tiptoe a bit back into his fav dresses, ones that Kiryu gave him, ones that hurt to put on because of the baggage they carry. he doesn't even have his wigs anymore so he assembles what he can, how he can into something he knows Kiryu would have called pretty regardless. it stills hurts but it helps.
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but, he'll always dip back into the pain of it all. missing intimacy and things taken for granted. he regrets his last words with Kiryu were criticisms knowing he's not perfect himself. maybe he's faced with realizations that he can't survive without certain people, that his attachment issues are brought to the forefront for everyone to see. it's ugly and embarrassing and for the first time in a long time he feels very seen. death's always been a reality for him and he's never cared much for it in regards to himself but losing someone so close, so suddenly? without closure or goodbyes? he's forced to deal with the frailty and mortality of someone he thought was invincible.
and it scares him.
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steveharrington · 1 year
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it’s so insane how people act about high school steve bc like outside of the shit we see him do in s1 (breaking jonathan’s camera (tho tbh i’m on his side here) and the graffiti), all the things the characters mention when they’re talking about how he used to suck are so??? nothing???? like. he’s a douche because he didn’t remember someone a year younger than him from one (1) of his classes. I live in a small town and went to school with the same people from elementary through high school and there were Absolutely people in my own graduating class (of like ~140 people) whose names I didn’t know (while I was still in high school, let alone years later). and then the other things that get mentioned are like “he ate a bagel messily” or “he asked stupid questions” or “his parents are rich” which aren’t things he needs to apologize for?? everyone leave him alone!!!!
i know it’s actually like silly and goofy the things robin was mad at him for. one of my biggest pet peeves in fic is when people retroactively make up mean things steve did to robin in high school because like
..she would have said if he actively antagonized her. her literal only complaints were 1. he didn’t remember her from class 2. he got crumbs on the floor 3. he didn’t understand the material (😭?) 4. tammy liked him. like that’s all he did to her. and eddie can’t think of a single grievance he has against steve other than like “you play sports so i just kinda figured you’re evil” so all in all i think it’s kinda unfair and ooc when people write steve’s early high school days as if he was just constantly prowling the halls looking for people to harass.
and i’m not saying steve wasn’t a dick, because he was, but the way it’s presented in the show was much more interesting than the way fanon characterizes him. steve’s form of bullying was being nice to someone one second, then laughing along when his friends made a joke at their expense. it was taking the whole “dude stoppppp đŸ€Łâ€ approach when tommy went too far. it was saying the meanest thing he could possibly think of when he felt attacked. steve cared more about his social status and fitting in with his friend group than being kind, and he outright admits that in s3 when he says popularity was really important to him before he developed beyond that and realized it was all pointless. i feel like we all knew people like that in high school and it feels 1000x more real than the typical stephen king bully caricature who’s like so evil it doesn’t even make sense. and yet. everyone insists on making steve into that
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kedreeva · 1 year
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Apologies if it's a dumb question, english is not my mother tongue so it might be that but could you explain what you mean with Eddie's inability to let others get actually close? I feel Eddie is so easy with getting close to people and opening up, so wouldn't the description fit better for Jonathan? 🙈
Nope! And it's okay, I think it's great to ask questions. I'm going to start from the end, with Jonathan, because that'll hopefully make it easier to understand Eddie.
First, to clarify the language- when I say close, I don't mean physically and I don't mean "has a problem making friends." I mean close as in letting anyone know who he really is, rather than whatever mask he's wearing for them.
Jonathan is different because Jonathan stays away from people, because Jonathan cannot for the life of him keep people from getting in if he likes them at all. The other difference being that Jonathan doesn't LIKE people, but once he does, he has pretty much no ability to keep his mouth shut around them, if they show any sign of listening and sometimes even when they don't. I mean, look at him!
Jonathan is constantly talking to Will about their feelings, trying to get Will to acknowledge it's okay to feel stuff and feel a LOT of stuff, even if that stuff doesn't match what society says he should feel in seasons 1 and 2. He's literally the ONLY ONE who even notices Will's distress in season 4 and pegs it for what it actually is and the hot second he gets a chance he's there going "you have to know I love you so much no matter what and I will always be there for you" etc.
Nancy shows him one (1) second of empathy and he's pouring his lil heart out to her about how he takes pictures because he would rather observe people than talk to them because they don't say what they're really thinking (he wants to know what they're really thinking, who they really are, he wants to be real with people when they get close enough to talk to) and then they're out in the woods with guns and he's telling her about his 10yo trauma of killing a rabbit and crying for a week and lamenting the state of his parents' love collapse. S4 Nancy tells Fred Jonathan is "caring and compassionate" and "he's so protective over the people that he loves."
Murray talks shit at them and Jonathan literally cannot stand someone close to him having the wrong idea about him (even if it's right) so he gets up to go talk to Nancy about it. His hesitation to do so earlier has nothing to do with not wanting to be closer to Nancy, and everything to do with respecting how she feels about Steve- because it's not until Murray points out "we like steve, but we don't LOVE Steve" and Jonathan hears/sees her reaction that he thinks oh shit?? is that true??
He's known Argyle for ~8 months or so (july-march?) and Argyle treats him like Jonathan being quiet during workshop is him moping, tries to get him to talk as if talking is the norm for them. It's clear Jonathan has talked to Argyle about his future plans with Nancy (the ones he is having a hard time with), and he admits a little while later that he's self-sabotaging.
Even with the people he doesn't like? He lets them get too close in the bad way. He lets Steve get under his skin to the point of violence. When he goes to yell at his dad in season 1, you can see how much he's struggling not to let this absolute asshole get close. He can't stand his dad, but how much he cares about it is scrawled all over his face, with how mad he is- and it's not all anger, it's hurt, too. This is a guy Jonathan thinks SHOULD be close, but given what Jonathan tells Will about their dad in flashbacks, it's pretty clear Jonathan let their dad close and got burned, and he's trying to protect Will from the same. There's a moment at the end of Season 1 that just absolutely breaks my heart, when they're all at the school getting the pool ready and Jonathan is freaking out while he and Hopper are getting salt and Hopper grabs at him and looks him in the eyes and tells him he's GOING to take care of all this and GOD you can just SEE how desperate Jonathan's been for a halfway decent father figure, you see him go through all 5 stages of grief in an instant as he accepts Hopper's assurance.
Jonathan's problem isn't letting people get close, it's that people getting close is a problem lol When people show an interest in getting close to him and he actually likes them, he just opens like a fuckin' book. No wonder, being raised by Joyce and helping raise Will. Like. Jonathan is about the sharing and caring! Yes he was (is) a weird kid but he's also desperate for people to be close to. He doesn't have a hard time letting people get close, he has a hard time finding anyone that he thinks is worth knowing at all on any level.
Eddie, on the other hand, loves people. Loves attention. Loves being loud, loves being looked at. But people actually getting to know him for who he really is? Nah. Nope. He's got a dozen masks on hand at any given moment. Brash loudmouth climbing on a table yelling at the jocks with his finger horns on his head. Cocky triple senior spitting in the system's eye. Dramatic DM. Impatient but chill drug dealer in the woods. Jester at the picnic table, hopping around for a smile. "I run away" he says of himself, "so Mordor it is," two concepts diametrically opposed. "You won't believe me," he tells them in the boathouse, not sure he can tell them the truth. "These cynical eyes" he says with the taste of "true love" still on his tongue as he tries to play matchmaker. They're all him in different ways, but just pieces. Tidbits. Enough to ensure he isn't alone. Not enough to be known. Not enough to let anyone close enough to get to him, not enough to let himself be hurt.
Because, as I talked about before, look at what happens to him (to both of them really) when the chips are down.
When Will is missing? Jonathan knows he has at least some people, and seeks out more. Jonathan connects to his mom. Connects to Nancy. Even starts connecting to Hopper when they get to the same place. Shit starts going to hell and they need out from under the FBI or whatever at Jon's house in Cali? He calls Argyle, who literally then helps them hide a body. Like when shit hits the fan, Jonathan's gonna get shit done, and he's gonna grab up the people he's got, pull them closer to get through it, and he's so close with them they will literally help him hide bodies and hide from the FBI without knowing what the hell is even happening.
When Chrissy dies? Eddie isolates himself and even when people come to help him he struggles to let them close enough to let them help on any level. He supposedly has lots of friends despite being a "freak" but... he doesn't go to his bandmates. He doesn't go to anyone in hellfire. Hell, he doesn't even go to his uncle, who presumably cares about him more than anyone else. His bandmates don't even skip practice or anything to try to find him. His uncle, despite telling Nancy that killing isn't in Eddie's nature, despite that it's clear he cares about Eddie, is just like. Chilling at home talking to cops. To be clear, I love Wayne and I think he loves Eddie so much, but his reaction tells me Eddie hasn't let him close.
Which means the ONLY one to go looking for Eddie (for good reasons) is Dustin (yes Max comes to Dustin to ask if they even should, but it's Dustin who goes YES??? and then drags everyone else in), who would (and DID) literally form a bond with a bloodthirsty monster given 3 seconds of time together, and even Dustin doesn't know enough about him to guess where he is, even though he apparently knows a ton of names of people who are supposed to be Eddie's friends and none of THEM know where Eddie is either... in fact the closest anyone can tell him is maybe he's at his supplier's house. Are they even friends? Unclear.
I'm editing to add: Jason and company ALSO make a list of where he might be hiding, public places (where he obviously won't be but they gotta check just in case? because they don't know him) and his friends. Which means he's loudly friends enough with a bunch of people that even people who only know him by reputation know it, but... also they still have to make a long list. and go through it by hand. and drive around. because the guesses of his enemies are as good as the guesses of his closest friends. The only reason Dustin gets there first is that Eddie's friends will talk to him easily on the phone whereas if they're friends with Eddie they probably aren't the sort to talk to Jason willingly. That's it. That's luck.
All of that, Eddie's own reaction and the reactions of the people around him, the fact that his friends can barely find him faster than his enemies, says so much about Eddie's level of actual connection to others; even the ones that desperately do want to care about him don't know him well enough to find him. The only reason Dustin does is because he's a determined little shit just a little more stubborn than anyone else.
Eddie's easy to befriend, but he's not easy to get close to. Jonathan is hard to befriend, but he's easy to get close to. Y'know?
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mdhwrites · 9 months
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I think you’ve referenced it before, but could you explain some more about the found family aspects in toh? Like personally, I never found it very believable that Luz would consider Eda family especially when she already has such a loving mother. But when I watched Amphibia recently, the relationship between Anne and the Plantars (esp Hop pop) feels so genuine. And Anne does have loving parents as well but there’s something about the writing that makes it believable despite that. It’s like with Amphibia, I can totally understand why the character would risk her life and leave her parents again to go back and help this family, but with The Owl House, I only believe it because the characters are saying it if that makes sense. Like a lot of the dialogue mentions being family so we kinda just have to go with it even if it doesn’t feel earned (?) but with Amphibia, you can see that Anne has become part of the family without the characters even saying it.
I feel like this might just be an example of the old adage, show don’t tell. Thoroughly written stories can’t just have the narrator or protagonist tell us something; they also have to show us within the narrative that something is true. For example, I think of The Hunger Games. Katniss volunteers to be in the games in the place of her sister, and the narrative supports the decision. We learn about how Katniss took on a parental role with her sister after the death of their father which left their mom riddled with grief. We see how much she cares about her in the flashbacks and present when she spends the whole time wanting to win the games because if she doesn’t no one will take care of her sister. Like I wholeheartedly believe a character like Katniss would do this, and it’s because the narrative supports this.
Basically, I’m curious about how two shows with a similar premise both set out to explore the topic of found family but only one appears successful in my head.
Do you think it’s a matter of writing choices that hinder the success or is it a bias within myself that’s making me perceive these end results differently? For context, I watched toh first and fell in love. I watched Amphibia in the last couple of months and felt pretty indifferent to it, but by the end, it earned my respect.
So I have actually done a blog about this before! And I've talked a lot in the past that TOH has a very real problem that you just have to believe what the characters are telling you versus what they're doing. Their actions so rarely match up properly with their words after all or the context of a thing is just a problem.
An element I didn't talk about back then though, that Molly McGee actually gets right like Amphibia does, is that friction to me is necessary to sell a found family. Now, I know that might sound weird but hear me out. Everyone has heard of that meme that goes "A friend bails you out of jail, a best friend is in there with you," right? Or some variation of that?
Well, for found family, you need it to be "Your found family is in there despite being against it." It's the idea that even if they disagree, so long as the disagreement is just annoying and not harmful, they're willing to work past it because, well... You're family. Most people do shit for their family they would literally never do for anyone else because they're family. Not even best friends get this level of treatment because you don't live with them nor would you commonly want to.
Amphibia shows this off CONSTANTLY in the first season and not all of it is actually for the found family angle. Part of it is to showcase how Anne needs to grow, though the Plantars also accommodating for things like her being sick is important. But how about the cook off episode? That's pretty early in their relationship still but Anne recognizes how much effort they put into trying to make the pizza her way so when she doesn't have to join them, she still does. She suffers the consequences with them because that's part of being a family.
The episode to me though that highlights them as family instead of friends is when Sprig and Anne have to share a room together. They are very different people and don't get along entirely but there's an attempt at respect but family is frustrating. It's not perfect and it's not simple and the concessions we make to them aren't either. There is a friction but also a clear connection and care for the other. And again, that's early on.
Molly McGee's big episode on this is the CHORE BOARD! Scratch just doesn't want to do chores though and that causes conflict but also once his schemes end, he does them willingly. Just him being included in that is actually really heartwarming to me though because he doesn't have to be. You don't ask a guest to do chores after all. Even with your best friend, you might tell them not to do something because they're here to hang out, not to help. Family? You can inconvenience. Not be a real problem, not be a parasite, but you can inconvenience them.
As a note, that episode also actually shows just really great family stuff because I am competitive. I don't play multiplayer games because when I lose bad, it gets to me. But I also know my dad is competitive so when it's time for family games? I manage to not take it as seriously because if I get in a bad mood from losing, or celebrate too much from winning, it will put him in a bad mood and I don't want that, just Sharon didn't want to cause her family's competitiveness to get even worse.
None of this is really present in TOH. We get stuff like Luz and King liking telling breakfast puns to each other but I mean... That's just getting along with a roommate or a housemate. That's frankly a LOT of what TOH feels like. People who live in the same place just getting along. I've lived in a place with like twelve other people who all had to share a kitchen. You bump into each other and you start conversations and treat each other friendly because, well, you have to coexist.
But you don't have to inconvenience them. We never asked each other for anything. We never just buried the hatchet on something. You had a problem with someone, it STAYED a problem. But I also had HOURS long conversations with these people about politics, about their interests, etc. like that. Did that even make them my friends? Well, two years later and I haven't talked to literally any of them since I moved out.
That's the vibe, especially for the ENTIRETY of S1 that TOH gives with how the characters treat each other. They don't hate each other and they might do something nice for one another if they feel like it but they're INVESTED in each other. The closest that comes to it is the fact that Eda helps Luz get into school and then makes Luz her cloak but like... If your roommate was freaking out about a job that could help ease the pressure of rent and get them out of your hair more because they'll be gone more and you could help them? Why wouldn't you? And Luz is leaving and the experience has been nice and Eda seems to have literally nothing better to do so why not spend a lazy afternoon making a farewell gift?
Even come like S2 with Reaching Out, Luz is in pain when Eda wraps her Grudgby jacket randomly around her (why does Eda even have that on that day frankly?). If you saw someone sobbing, let alone a roommate, would you not try to do something for them? Give them a bit of comfort and some advice?
None of it's technically bad and if they just tried to sell it as friends I would go "Yeah, I believe that." But family? Family is more. And for the fact that almost ALL of Luz's relationships are incredibly shallow and quickly give up on having any friction in them, any contrast frankly as everyone just starts trying to become S1 Luz, saying ANY of them are found family, including Vee who only gets the title because Camila effectively adopts her, NOT because of her relationship with Luz... It's almost insulting to the fact that family does mean more than just that asshole who you make jokes with.
Found family must be found. You do not find something as important as family easily. You have to work to dig and find the treasure that is there. Anne worked. Scratch worked.
Luz? Was given. And that's the exact opposite of found family as the only family you're given in this, saddled with, is your biological one. The fact that TOH doesn't understand that means it was doomed from the start.
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darkfictionjude · 5 months
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Heeeyyy love the story. Obsessed with Irme.. can't say that enough but I just read the previous ask about how the siblings reacted to Mc being sent away. And Orlas kinda drew my attention. You mentioned they wouldn't have cared if MC wanted to go or not or even if they were treated well.
It brought up a point I've kinda been struggling with so I apologize if my thoughts are rambling and silly. But Orla sounds like a bitch! Like a for real cold bully.
1. If that's what they were behind all the fake I'm the best princess in the land bs.. did the family know they were basically bullying MC and did they just allow it?
2. Her bf hated MC for no fucking reason right. And the pair of them seemingly from what I gathered in the demo made MCs life hell. Wouldn't we then essentially be romancing our previous tormenter? Not quite enemies to lovers but literal bully to lover route? And if that's the case isn't that gonna have some sort of effect on MC and his dead sisters ex? How do you go about trying to be in a relationship with someone you previously helped torment? Like I knew the whole trying to date ur dead siblings leftovers was Like a can of worms as you have stated before in regards to that relationship and if you choose to Romance them but doesn't that add another layer of emotions? How could you look at your partner lovingly knowing all the shit you helped put them through before?
I don't knw if I'm like way off base here but dammit this shit had me thinking alot lol sorry 😅
I really love how much thought you have for this, it makes me feel flattered. So let me answer this
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1. The thing is the perfect princess act wasn’t entirely an act. orla did believe she was meant to be perfect and her whole life was devoted to achieving that which drove her insane because you can’t achieve perfection. And she saw her bullying of mc as right, as deserved, it wasn’t an imperfection in her eyes. The parents knew but like I said orla was adored, prudence never punished her and Victor wasn’t all that present as a parent. sally of course knew and he’s the reason orla never escalated because he stood firm between them. percy and yeah he did acknowledge she was cruel but he didn’t do anything to stop it.
2. It wasn’t for no reason. lorcan didn’t hate mc because orla did. lorcan actually didn’t mind mc he didn’t think badly of them, even when orla began really hating them he personally didn’t understand and didn’t partake in it. its when mc did something that personally affected him badly that he began hating them. it never got to orla’s level of torment. he did taunt them, try to provoke them, and had moments where he wanted to strangle them but a lot of the times it was a shimmering anger that was constantly present and thus made mc into an obsession.
The reason I don’t label it a bully romance is because mc took it from orla but they didn’t take it from lorcan they aren’t scared of him and even if you play mc as nice they aren’t a pushover and gave lorcan equal verbal lashings in the past. orla because she is older and no one views her as being able to do wrong and has a position of power over mc (in the crown household there is a hierarchy and it’s not a surprise that mc is at the bottom) lorcan does not, he and mc are on equal footing. actually given that lorcan is from a poorer disgraced family he has a slightly less power.
All the ROs have a degree of unhealthiness to them, even nia who’s supposedly mc’s best friend. Some are more intense than others and it has all to do with the nature of these characters, none of them are healthy people.
And don’t apologize orla is a bitch and I admire the that make story makes you think about this 💜
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lordmarble · 9 months
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Ok I wanna talk about that crazy Italian ex-friend I had in a big ol post because I keep talking about them and dropping little lore bits here and there, so here's everything that was fucking insane about them. Maybe now some of you guys can understand why I have so many trust issues and oddly specific boundaries fhdksksndn
Cw for abuse, suicide threats, sexual solicitation, r slur, racism, transphobia, truscum shit, proshipping AND anti shit simultaneously, and other things??? Anyway this is a whole ass ramble I'm sorry lol
Backstory: we met in about 7th grade, same school, and we bonded over anime. She lived just around the corner from me. Wasn't even more than 50% Italian, was mostly Irish genetically, but wouldn't shut up about how proudly Italian she was. Looking back I'm about certain she was autistic, but sometimes she had meltdowns over the stupidest shit like... Being told no. She has sensory issues, hyperfixations, stims, etc etc which are all completely valid, but I don't think you should have a meltdown when your parents won't give you $20 for anime merch, and then have another meltdown when they catch you stealing it???? ANYWAY--
Within the literal first week of knowing her and exchanging Skype contacts, she already started threatening suicide over me if I didn't talk to her for more than 5 minutes. She used to spam my notifications and would get angry with me if I was doing something else.
I tried telling her not to bother me like that but she got legit upset with me and told me I was a bad friend. Legit wanted attention 24/7
Dangled her life over mine by claiming I "saved her" because I became friends with her, said we were soulmates, said we should find a way to die at the same time so neither of us would be without the other. Jesus fucking Christ
Constantly forced me to be her therapist, even when I told her I'm not a good person to vent to (seriously. I'm not. Sometimes I'm very emotionally unavailable and numb, and then sometimes I care too much and lose sleep over someone else's problems).
Said that she was proud of her ability to manipulate people by studying them and saying the right thing, and also said because she was so sexy and attractive that she could do whatever she wanted. Proceeded to prove it by staring at me with her "baby doll eyes" and I was so fucking uncomfortable.
Unironically called herself the "Blue Wolf" and wore cat ears, she wondered why she was bullied lmaoooo but she also hated furries (even after I said I was a furry)????? Pick a struggle
Once screamed at me for asking why pasta sauce has tomatoes and tomato paste listed as different ingredients. She started it off with "oh there's so much you don't know sweetie" I remember very distinctly this was over a video call and she leaned over and smirked at me. Then started screaming at me when I asked why. Called me stupid and r*tarded. She didn't even explain the difference to me, just called me stupid and shit.
Found out that one of their grandmas might have had some Filipina in her, then started trying to act "more Asian" and went to me for advice around it. Also found out a great grandparent of hers was Cherokee and tried talking about how spiritual she was and about racism and blah blah.
Made fried rice and added orange food coloring to it because she was convinced that's how it got its color.
Screamed at me when I dared to insinuate spaghetti was a pasta... Told me spaghetti was a noodle and not a pasta... Because spaghetti was more like "one of your Asian noodles"
She was so proud of herself when she said she could tell apart Asians. You know what she told me straight to my fucking face? That "Koreans and Japanese are the prettier ones." Die lmao
Blamed me for her watermelon allergy.
Was also allergic to grass. Explains a lot lol
Within a few months of knowing her, she confessed her crush on me and I turned her down as politely as I could. Keep in mind she literally lived around the corner from me and I was terrified for my life. She started trying to groom me into being bisexual.
Literally like sent me pictures of pretty anime girls and asked me if I liked them or not. Asked if I would ever kiss a girl. Asked me if I ever would date a girl. I told her that while I'm not attracted to girls, I'd be perfectly comfortable with kissing a girl, then she was like OMG YOU'RE BIROMANTIC YOU SHOULD DATE ME--
Attempted to use my zodiac sign to see that were were compatible as lovers. We were not. She then tried to stretch it all like "check your moon and rising signs!!!! See you're a Pisces moon and I'm a Pisces sun we were meant to be!!;;1;" (if you're wondering, I'm a Gemini sun, Taurus rising, Pisces moon)
Flirted with my brother after she "got over me". It didn't work. He was already taken.
Also forced me to ERP with her (erotic roleplay) with Fire Emblem characters. Do you see why I can't stand fire emblem now besides the other clearly problematic shit with the more recent games lol
Tried convincing me that I was genderfluid because I like shopping in the boy's clothes section (I like dinosaurs and sharks lmao). Told me how proud she was of me and I should change my pronouns lmao. I believed I was genderfluid for literally 2 hours.
Basically she liked making headcanons about me. Even called me a God at one point???
Was a truscum (believed that trans people must have gender dysphoria to be trans) and forced me to believe it (and I did, genuinely, because I fell for the whole science thing and facts/logic blah blah). However when I would question it, she would have meltdowns and call me a fake ally for questioning someone who was as nonbinary and dysphoric as her. When I did my own research instead of eating whatever info she construed she was so fucking pissed at me for "not trusting her" when I was just listening to other trans people online.
Constantly flip flopped between love bombing me for being perfect and tearing me down for being a bad person.
Claimed to be telepathic and could always read my mind (and said I was lying when she didn't get her predictions right, also had meltdowns from that)
It should be noted she was the only LGBTQ person I knew IRL at the time.
Also was PISSED at me when she came out to me as bi and nb because literally my response was just "oh cool". She was like TELL ME HOW PROUD YOU ARE AND HOW BRAVE I AM YOU POS!1!1! My brother in Christ I'm just chill with people's identities the fuck
Blamed me for her hallucinogenic episodes and panic attacks because I "excited her imagination" too much?????????????
Catholic.
Said that the nun horror movie is a cultural appropriation of Catholics.
Was not allowed to watch SpongeBob as a child.
P!TAD fan.
Harry Potter fan.
Overwatch fan.
Homestuck fan.
HETALIA FAN AND DEFENDED THE SERIES BECAUSE IT "WASN'T BEING RACIST" JUST HISTORICALLY ACCURATE.....,.,. DIE LMAO
In general, couldn't handle a slightly different opinion than hers. One time she asked me who my least favorite JoJo was. I said Giorno, who happened to be her favorite. She asked why. I explained that he just felt OP and stuff. Her whole attitude/responses after that was just "i guess" and "yeah"
Got angry at me for having different fucking headcanons than her. I said Formaggio was bi and she was like no. Aroace. Aroace. Aroace. Then would correct me in the middle of RPs and force me to take on her headcanons. Now I kinda wanna take down my old La Squadra fics because she would read them and make sure I had her stuff in them. Maybe I'll orphan These Codenames Are Stupid and the MeloGhia one.
Speaking of aroace Formaggio, you know what weird thing that white creators do with black characters by making them aroace so they would have an excuse not to ship them with the rest of the white cast?
Shipped GioMis and forced me to RP a scenario with her where they were waiting for Giorno to turn 18 and they fucked... But constantly spouted how she hated loli shit??? PICK A STRUGGLE BITCH
When I told my mom about all the threats and emotional abuse that bitch put me through, she wanted a restraining order but we never went through with it.
I was finally able to cut her off when she physically moved away to a different state. I let the friendship linger for a few months until she started telling me about her new friends, that became her girlfriends, until I was finally certain that I could cut her off without her killing herself.
Now this wasn't all one sided because I was also really shitty to her (called her names when I was mad at her, ignoring her on purpose and thus taking advantage of her abandonment issues, threatening to tell her parents about everything, making fun of her for her allergies and other things she couldn't control) but tbf we were both very young. I am not proud of who I was back then. Still, this doesn't change how she altered my brain chemistry to the point where whenever someone's behavior even slightly reminds me of her, I get terrified that it'll happen all over again!! Cough cough COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH
I know people will see all this and think omg marble is _phobic! I'm not lol all of my gay and neurodivergent friends will tell you otherwise.
However, I've heard from the few people who knew her and I'm still in contact with that... She has not changed. She still takes advantage of people and forces them to be her therapist. She has been dumped by three separate people lol.
Which surprises me because mostly everything I've written about was like from 2015-2017? She dropped most of it in like 2018 in my sophomore year of highschool. I guess she either started using other people instead of me, or me cutting her off was a catalyst for her relapsing.
Thank you if you got to the end. I don't want your pity, I just want you to sit back and go "what the fuck was all of that" tbh I don't know either and I'm glad I cut this bitch out of my life back in 2019!!!
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mariailoveyou-guerin · 1 year
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Jiaras obx kie fans thinking we hate or dislike kiara so much because she turned pope down or she didn’t like him back which isn’t even true bc okay a lesbian didn’t like a boy that’s not something to be mad about nor be angry or hate kie for but there is so many reason to not like or even hate her for, she did so much sh*t JB too to pope and jj who are my personal favs in the boat show!
1. Kie spent all of s1 only caring about JohnB and his issues not once did she consider pope or jj feelings or care when pope lost literally everything bc of them and jb like his scholarship his future his parents being mad at him etc that’s one, 2. Being the fact that when pope said he loved her she was so unnecessary cruel to him like sure she didn’t like pope ok that’s fine she could’ve turned him down easily but she didn’t she was brutal mean and horrible when JB kissed without her consent all she did was smile and say what are you doing jb but pope pouring his heart out to her and she’s yelling at him saying it’ll never happen! Y’all see the problem she was so nice and calm with jb just kissing her out of the blue but blew up in pope face that’s why me personally don’t like her for 1 but also other reasons like how she talks to them jj and pope how she always act like she’s better then jj how she acts like he’s disgusting or dumb
also y’all think we were mad she broke up with him no it was the way she played him lead him on all the time she was the one to incite everything the kiss them to you know she acted like it was all in his head which was so wrong but she apologised sincerely something she didnt for anything she did in s1 but at least she did now and pope was so mature and understanding for 16 year old who got his heart ribbed out of chest by his bff first love, so yeah can’t personally fault her or hate for that bc she didn’t feel the same way which is fine she tried thought she would but didn’t that’s not her fault and we would never hate her for it! It was just her leading him on playing with him his feelings felt like she just was messing with him and his feelings just to be cruel at first that was sooo fucked up but she really tried tho and gotta give her respect for it and she ended before it went on way to long even tho she should’ve before they slept together but again she’s child too and she made some mistakes! Just wanted to make it clear why she wasn’t liked by pope jj fans I personally wont can’t forgive her for the way she treated pope and jj in s1 but everything else nothing to forgive she apologised the person who’s forgiveness meant anything already gave it to her so how dare we hate her, hold grudge for that
Since I see new fans coming into the show now that s3 was announced an old fans hate for pope is back bc of kie and jiara shippers using it as excuse to hate him for no rzn saying shit like pope just mad kie likes jj and not him so he’s mean to her when all he was upset very sad validly so + as if jiara had even been confirmed in show
Found some people who got it Kie sh*t for the way she treated pope all s1 and s2 that’s why we hate her got it
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the way she was just constantly awful cruel to pope for no reason was so unnecessary like fcvk her that bitch+ when he said he wanted to do that surf thing she said same but when pope said he wanted what she wanted she got so mad at him and started yelling at pope like she’s such a bitch mean awful annoying brat character
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himbos-hotline · 13 days
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muppet babies au????? i’m intrigued
The muppet baby au is the first AU in an installment of four fics regarding your [ngl mostly my and my siblings favourite wrestlers] as infant and young children. It is an au where nothing hurts and everything is cute and sweet. Think of it like a little episodic TV Show with linking characters and storylines. With a couple of OCs sprinked in for our own enjoyment! The cast include
Maddie Orton [OC] - Shes 5 - a tiny doctor - autistic and dyslexic - baby adopted sister of Randy Orton - Parents: Triple H/Shawn Micheals [Adopted the Orton/Rollins children after their birth parents died in an accident]
Finn Balor - Hes 6 - always full of chaos - thinks hes immune to being told off because his ma runs the daycare [that is fundermentally untrue] - Likes to be lavelled as Irish - Bites but for fun - parents: Ma and Pa Balor
Samuel 'Sami' Zayn: - 5 - Translates Generico to everyone else - Isnt too good at making friends - probably doesnt sleep enough for a kid - Wears his hat and glasses - Always has his fingers in his mouth -Parents: Edge and Christian
El Generico: - age: 4 - barely speaks so its mostly sounds [Danhausen and Sami can understand] - Dances and always on the move, cannot sit still - sleeps on tables - He always has the lucha mask on [adults are sure hes posessed by some kinda mexican wrestler and is thus an "old soul"] - refuses to believe the young bucks are seperate people - gets emotionally attached to things that arent human - Parent: Excalibur
Kevin Owens: - age: 7 - the kind bully very much - is very loud when he wants to be - Likes the slide so he can scream at people from the top - refuses to say hes samis friend [they are though, he will push you in the mud over it] - Parent: Chris Jericho [we found this funny when we were planning]
Aleister Black: - Age: 6 -Draws on himself and runs around in his pants - Has lost a tooth - Draws terrifying things, should probably be put in therapy over it but shhhh - literally an old soul, speaks very well for a six year old -gets strangely emotional if things fo wrong Parent: AJ lee [we kinda ran outta parents here shush]
Aleks Page [OC] - age: 5 - Has a crush on tiny aleister - British [confused about everyone else and sami but thats normal for Samuel] - Likes to be outside - Somehow becomes convinced that her and Adam Page are related because they share the same last name - Tries to drink her little weight in juiceboxes - wildchild Parents: Her bio mum and dad [catholic nurse and stay at home dad]
Balor: -Age: 7 1/2 or 7000 nobody is really sure -"Around finns age" supposibly - sleeps like hes dead -His hair always sticks up like hes got little devil horns - Understands Generico and Danhausen just doesnt tell anyone -Parents: Brodie King
Randal "Randy" Keith Orton: - 10 - the eldest kid at the daycare - eats bugs and things to look cool - plays with the younger kids cuz hes forced too - loves his sister but will never tell her -Overprotective -parents: Triple H/ Shawn Micheals
Seth Rollins: - Age: 4 - the youngest of the Orton trio - gets roped into shit Randy does -Has asthma -Jumps off talls things - wears terrible clothes because Shawn dresses him - Steals the colouring supplies - Him and Mox were in the same care home, bugs Mox about if their friends or not every week -he has unlimited power - wants a dog, no you will not argue with him -parents:
Jonathon 'Jon' Moxley: -Age: 5 -pretends hes not allergic to cats - constantly covered in bandaids- always has one on his nose - has ADHD and gets anxious about going to new places [Regal sits in for his first day of daycare] - Calls Regal dad, things regal will send him back if he screws up - Regal teaches him origami - Gets nosebleeds and is way too calm over it - Doesnt like tiny MJF -loves Rain - ADORES FROGS - scared of the dark but pretends that he isnt -Calls tiny Gernerico "champ" and pats him on the head or back -Will eat and bite everything - eats the paper on sweets - likes dragons - never wears his coat, always wears boots and either mismatched socks or no socks - Number dyslexic - Parent: Willam Regal
Rhea Ripley: -age: 8 - plays violin and plays things like the phyco theme - spooky child - tall for her age so everyone thinks shes older - wears spooky looking earrings - Parent: Lita
Darby Allin: - Age: 4 - Friends with Generico but doesnt know what hes saying, makes up his own conversations - Throws and jumps off everything - sucks his thumb when hes asleep - paints his face with the paint that isnt face paint - friends with Seth cuz they both throw themselves off high shit for fun -parent: STINNNNGGGGGG
Adam "Horseboy" Page: Age: 4 [but hes almost five] - wears tiny cowboy boots -not so social, more anxious. likes to colour with the girls - the newest kid on the block -horse girl - has little butterfly jeans - owns my little ponys -knows everything about cowboys and horsies - has sawdust in his hair sometimes - anxious cowboy but squashed into tiny - has resting sad face - cries randomly a lot - still has a pacifier and a weighted horse toy parent: Beth Pheonix
Maxwell Jacob Friendman: - Age: 4 - tiny asshole - has hayfever and it makes him mad - bullys Maddie and pulls her hair - refuses to do things that are "not fun" - wears expensive looking clothes - jewish and has adhd - always wears his scalf - Parent: Stephanie McMahon [we also found this funny]
Matthew "matt" Jacksonville aka Matt Jackson: - Age: 7 - basically a small lab as a human being - always seen with little kenny and his brother - always super happy to show off his shoes, bullys over people for their shoes - wears the loudest brightest clothes - little sunshine baby - likes to read - is in dance and tumble classes - has braces [hes not happy about it] - autistic, gluten and lactose intolerent [Matthew simply, cannot pick a struggle] Parents: mama and papa Buck
Nicholas "Nick" Jacksonville aka Nick Jackson: - Age:5 - Also wears the loudest brightest clothes - Holds tiny mattys hand when they travel anywhere - has a stuffie bird he carries everywhere - also autistic - atill plays with baby toys cuz theyre free stim toys - falls over a lot - parents: mama and papa buck
Kenneth "kenny" Omega: - age: 7 [older than matthew] - tiny traumatised child - wets himself a lot due to trauma - is suprisngly happy despite troubling homelife - has tiny curls, wears little ponytail - in chronic pain - has a little backpack filled with baby and kids pain meds - brings comic books to school to show friends - always with tiny bucks - plays hockey -Parent: Don Callis [we dont talk about it, it hurts]
Edward [Eddie] Kingston: - Age: 9 - friends with tiny kevin because theyre both filled with rage - small new york accent - makes friends with Mox - that kid who always wants to see gross stuff cuz it looks cool - plays baseball - never seen without a plastic hat - Parent: Mick Foley
Wheeler "Wheels" Yuta: -Age: 2 - Mute - is left at daycare because regal needs to work - follows Mox around - communicates through sounds and laughter - sits on Moxs little bike while he rides it - toddles like the sims toddlers - knows a little sign language - autistic -tomboysih - Parent: Willam Regal
Daniel Hausen: -Age: 6 - speaks Generico, sleeps under the tables that Generico sleeps on - keeps all his baby teeth and carries them around - plays dolls with hangman - spooky child - calls the children by their full names [Jon is Jonathon] - also plays with the not facepaint paint -will get himself into really weird "how the fuck did that happen?!" situations -Parent: Excalibur
HOOK: -age: 3 - selective mute - doesnt know what to do with the weird demon that keeps trying to make friends with him - anger issues - climbs trees to be alone and doesnt know how to get down - needs to be persuaded to eat food that arent chips - fucking ADORES dinos my guys! - reads the same dino book over and over again - punch first, ask questions later -parent: Taz
Lukas "Luke" Gallows and Karl Anderson: - ages: 8 and 7 respectfully - two half of a whole idiot - Luke is the tallest in the little kid class - Karl has esxma and wears gloves so he doesnt itch it - weirdly facinated by tiny kenny and little buckles - Parent: AJ Styles [like BC, get it?]
Orange Cassidy: - Age: 6 - that one kid that just, doesnt care - sensitive to light, so wears sunglasses inside - likes wearing jeans - can sleep anywhere at any time -shows emotions rarely - Parents: Excalibur
Charles "Chuck" Taylor: -Age: 8 - isnt eager to move up to the big kids club - has rosacea - naturally comedic gold - that kid that laughs in awkward situations - really likes being helpful - sarcastic - "you ever warm up to talk to people?" - southern friends with little cowboy -Parent: Tony Schiavone
Trent ? Barreta: -Age: 7 - kindly that kid that knows nothing - asks tiny chuck questions -tiny chuck carpools with him - literally the most agreeable kid yall could meet - drives around in one of those like, tonka cars -Parent: sue
Adam Cole [Toddler]: - Age: 5 - little smug child - its very clear shes an only child - thinks her hair is very pretty - off and on again friends with the tiny elite - is actually kind when you get to know her -padengt queen -Parents: Claudio and RJ City
Jack "jungle boy" Perry: - Age: 3 - also loves dinosaurs - carries around a stuffed lunchasauras - climbs trees and knows how to get down - helps nicky indetify birds - like the best hair on a little one - parents: Edge and Christan
Ruby Soho: - age: 5 - tiny punk baby - isnt to be left alone with scissors - knows lots of myths and stuff - also draws on herself - once ate a thumbtack - friends wiht little eddie - parnet: Aubrey Edwards
Julia Hart: - Age: 2 - also speaks very well for a two year olf - seems to be able to read minds - likes her big hat and enjoys dressing up _ has kind eyes and the opposite of a resting bitch face - has spikey teeth - Grown up: Brodie King
Jay: - AGe: newborn - originally fostered by Regal - ends up being adopted by mama and papa buck - hangs out in the nursery/little play area with the younger ones - Maddies cousin
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weltonlasso · 10 months
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Someone needs to shake Ted and remind him that when oxygen masks come down on planes you put your own mask on before you put it on your kid.
I just can't imagine this ending well for him...
ABSOFUCKINLUTELY they do. Had about 5 old women comment on a Tweet I made about this to tell me that I was not supposed to understand the overall story of Ted Lasso. that it was “obvious I don’t have children” and couldn’t possibly get what is so beautiful about Ted choosing Henry.
(k. Thanks Pam, I’m so glad all the Facebook moms with the awesome insights got the Ted Lasso ending they wanted!!!!!!)
I have been telling myself—like legit people are saying 10/10 perfect finale, no notes, which is truly insane to me but also here’s the goddamn thing.
I am a child of divorce. My my dad cheated on my mom constantly when I was young. When I was 16 I got a birthday card from an address I didn’t recognize. I opened it, thinking probably an old aunt or something. It was signed “with love, your sister xxx and not mom xxx”
and that’s how I found out from one of his mistresses ON MY BIRTHDAY that I had another sibling. I just sat there in the driveway of my house while I tried to reorient myself to this new world I found myself in. AT SIXTEEN.
My youngest sister (by my mom) was 6 at this time. And my mom made her choice to stay with my dad out of obligation to their children. She didn’t want my younger sisters to grow up in a different home than the one we lived in. She wanted to raise all of her kids there no matter what.
He left us a year later.
Cut to the next 10 years of my life 17-27 trying to be my moms partner, confidant, punching bag—she took all of her anger for him and directed it at me because I was still there.
My life will never be the same because of actions and choice that my dad made that specifically caused me and my family pain. I have spent years in therapy and will probably never ever have a relationship with him again. Obviously.
But it also really sucked having a single parent who relied on me for EVERYTHING. It is only now many year later, in therapy, that I can recognize the psychological effects and the physical toll it took on me to play that role. And I had no other choice because I was a child and this was what my mom needed from me. I did not have the skills to recognize that pulling me into the role of adult and spouse and caretaker to my parent would fundamentally change they way I saw myself and how I interpreted things around me. I wish to god my mom had not put that on me. It’s hard enough finding yourself as a child, it doesn’t help to have the extra burden of being “caretaker” to a parent when you’re still learning who you are. When your feelings are never validated because you’re always making sure your parent is happy and supported. YOU FEEL VERY ISOLATED. It’s a fucking burden to have to do this for a parent!!!!!!!!!!!!! And be strong for them when there isn’t anyone to be strong for you!!!!!!!!
Phewww felt compelled and somehow that all came out and now y’all finally know my big connection to the show!!! Father trauma at age 16!!! It’s fun here!!!!! Let’s NOT do that to Henry, how about?
Cause Ted definitely would have had enough therapy by now to be aware enough of the pressure he’d be putting on his young son by acting this way. and it frustrates the shit out of me that the show can use this misguided interpretation of “therapy” to say LOOK AT OUR SHOW ABOUT MENTAL HEALTH and then literally drop the ball on the storyline, like legit. Just. stopped. caring.
Instead the show really said: like ya actually instead of all that baggage, let’s cut that for time. From now on Ted is just a mystical woman who floats in and out of the lives of the people who need her.
WHO NEEDS THERAPY WHEN U CAN FLY.
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 4 months
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sorry if this is a boring Livvy question to you but what do you think was Livvy’s reaction when she found out about Emma&Jules since we never got to see it on page for some reason, can answer ghost Livvy in the canon timeline and if you want to answer differently for if she hadn’t died too you can additionally <3
rolling up to this ask over a month later. sorry. i was very busy for a little bit there and then i started typing and drafted this because i needed to chew on it more and then i forgot and then i was busy again etc. you understand. i love you so much for asking me about livvy though i love her i miss her sooo bad...
EYE think. that. ok actually wait. FIRST of all, i think thule alternate universe livvy was SO funny when our emma and jules showed up and saw their alternate selves were in a relationship and they were like um omg whaaaaat
. and thule livvy was like yeah that’s just evil emma and jules they’ve been in love forever i’m honestly surprised you two idiots are parabatai in your timeline that’s so stupid
. she was so immeasurably funny for that she was like oh ok good luck with this back in your universe
 ok that aside let’s get serious. i don’t remember if ghost livvy was there on the battlefield when emma and jules. did whatever the hell magic shit that was idk (girl who hasn’t actually read qoaad since it came out nearly five years ago
) basically i don’t remember if she found out about emma and jules at the same time as everyone else or if her like. ghostly form was kinda peaced out for a while and she reappeared and had to either find out from ty or via spying. but either way i don’t think she was too surprised. she’s been conceptualizing emma and jules as her parents since she was 10 she’d find out they were together and she’d just be like OH. so normal parabatai don’t act like that then
.. like she’d be shocked for a second and then it would Make Sense
. i think livvy as a character has such an obsession with the concept of romance and is constantly in mourning for herself for the fact that it will never happen to her in this timeline. ok that made me so sad to say but like it's real UNFORTUNATELY. it's why she's so obsessed with getting ty and kit back together, why she wanted cristina and jules to fall in love back in lady midnight, she is suchhh a romantic it's one of the most insane things about her that i am not fucking normal about. but crucially, romance is something she does not understand... and i do really think that once emma and jules happens that would be like. her moment of Getting everything. because like obviously their insane dynamic would have affected her so much to the point where she doesn't even knwo what normal people in love are like, because she has been surrounded by people who are so intense and weird and Doing It Wrong since she was 10!!!! it would all make sense when she finds out THEY are what romance is...
and i think she is soooo happy for them it makes her look stupid. i think that when she and ty are at blackthorn hall she definitely spies on them when they're like, making dinner together in the kitchen and think no one else is there. or when they're outside in the garden a few feet away from everyone else and are talking to each other thinking no one is listening. i think livvy is a nosy little weirdo and she WILL be listening to emma and jules be all mushy and romantic... literally what else is the girl meant to do for entertainment she's a ghost give her a break...
ok i got away from myself. basically she's my best friend. one of my forever girls if you will... i think she's a little weirdo freak and she loves her big brother so much and she loves emma so much and if they love each other that's the best thing in the world because they're like. the two best people livvy knows....
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angelkissesdean · 1 year
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?????????????? People think Dean doesn't show or understand his feelings or those of others???????
I mean it is somewhat true. Dean doesn't usually show his real feelings to Sam. Bc it's like when you're a parent and you need to keep it together even when you're falling apart so your kid can keep it together. (Also performative masculinity.)
But like ??? This boy is constantly all up in his emotions and he understands them and he actually does talk about his feelings with other people sometimes. And he understands how everyone else feels and how his actions affect others. Like Dean is AWARE and cares. He just doesn't know what to do about those feelings or express them appropriately a lot of the time bc no one ever taught him how to regulate. Also he's TERRIBLE at using his words but we know Dean has issues w verbal communication, again, bc no one taught him.
Idk if you've ever seen like a little kid we'll say up until maybe idk age 7ish where they don't really have the words to fully express their feelings so they just like... get really pissed and throw things and scream and yell and hit and overall are unpleasant little human beings who cause problems at home and school and in my office lol. Like a lot of times they do understand they're upset and they understand they're making other people upset too but at that age it's "I'm happy" or "I'm mad" and not much else in between bc the words aren't there yet. Kids learn them through parents/caregivers/older siblings, peers, other adults (teachers, therapists, etc).
Dean had none of those people in his life in early/middle childhood (thanks to John). Actually I'm willing to say until Stanford era tbh. (Whatever happened in Stanford era was life changing for Dean and I WISH we knew more. S1 Dean is actually way too well adjusted.) So like that's not an excuse esp since ya know he's an adult now and should know better but it is a reason. Imagine being 22 and having zero emotion regulation or decent (verbal) communication skills and you're spending the rest of your life trying to catch up. Like that shit's got to be HARD.
Like this does not excuse any of his actions bc a lot of times he makes bad choices, but he does understand they're bad choices. And like he's supposed to make bad choices that's the point of a drama lol but we're supposed to see character growth over time and we DO. 15x19 Dean is not the same person as 01x01 Dean. (15x20 Dean however is more or less the same as 01x01 Dean, which is why the finale is fake.)
Dean does apologize when he recognizes he's done something wrong or hurt someone usually. Except Jack. Dean treated Jack so poorly and literally never made amends which is pretty messed up tbh I hope that gets explored and resolved at some point. Also Dean and Cas gotta work out their issues, they have some unresolved shit too (and this is aside from all the stuff with the love confession). And Sam I mean I think Dean and Sam will always have issues bc I don't think they ever really understood where the other was coming from. I mean they get it but don't get it, ya know?
Also they 100% should've talked more about the whole Gadreel situation like that was v much not okay. And I don't think Dean understood the full extent as to why. Which tbh given everything I think Dean should've understood. We talk a lot about Sam's issues with not being allowed autonomy from an early age and Dean has similar issues but it's more people expecting him to do what he's told and being forced instead of like a complete loss of control (I'm still getting to know Sam so pls correct me if I'm wrong.) But like it's similar enough that Dean really should've known better. Not to say that he necessarily should've let Sam die bc like, the series would've ended at 09x01 which would be sad. But they absolutely should've talked about it and Sam should've gotten way more mad at Dean for it.
The difference between Dean and John is that John chose to completely disregard his kids who were still alive and needed him and instead chose to focus on a ridiculous revenge mission that honestly wouldn't have brought Mary back anyway so like...why. And he dismissed Sam and Dean's feelings entirely bc he was training them to be soldiers and nothing more. (Ok that's reductionist, bc he did care for them just... not in the ways that actually mattered.)
Dean, while he does make bad choices, he ultimately does care for Sam as a person and wants Sam to be happy and safe. Dean's entire story is about breaking free from a narrative he never wanted to be part of, which is a 15 year extended metaphor for overcoming trauma. Dean wants Sam to be free from the trauma too like this is IMPORTANT so that Dean can feel comfortable in letting go of his past too. (Dean's character arc isn't complete tho like the fact that he got to heaven and immediately bailed to go find a diff version of his parents to save, instead of ya know... talking with his actual parents who live down the street... lol that shit is telling.)
Idk I'm tired, prob will have more to say on this later but like it ASTOUNDS me how some people are willing to flatten his character to the point where they misunderstand him???
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alextheavoidant · 6 months
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I posted this as a reply to someone on YouTube under a video about the 8 Passengers situation. Thought I'd share it here because why not.
I feel like I should put a trigger warning here as this post discusses child abuse, but now that I think of it my whole blog probably needs a trigger warning...
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I was also badly abused growing up and this is something I'm just now starting to come to terms with. My parents were divorced when I was five and my father claims he tried to get custody of my siblings and I, but the truth is he didn't want to be a single father and having three little kids to take care of would have gotten in the way of his drinking and partying lifestyle. I never knew my mothers side of the family because she's pretty much been estranged from them since before I was born. But I remember when my sister died from a drug overdose the whole side of my dads family were suddenly so sad about what we went through growing up and would say things like "We tried to give you some sense of normalcy. We always invited you to Christmas and the holidays." As if they were doing us some kind of favor for letting us come to family gatherings.
The worst part is I didn't have to wonder if they knew. I knew they knew because I remember being very vocal about what was happening to us our entire childhood. But every time I tried to tell someone it seemed like they would either turn away and pretend they didn't hear me or make some kind of joke like "Oh yeah, that's your mother. She's crazy. Ha ha ha." or a dismissive "Well, she's the only mother you're ever gonna have, so you gotta love her." or what I feel is one of the most damaging things you can put in an abused child's mind, "I know it may not seem like it, but she loves you in her own way." No one seemed to be worried back then.
The other worst part is instead of being understanding about the ways the abuse has effected us and maybe trying to help us get our lives together, these same people who turned a blind eye to it now have the audacity to judge us for not being "successful", their definition of success being having a great career, lots of money, nice house, nice car, nice marriage with three perfectly behaved, straight A students. We're supposed to be perfect like all of them pretend to be. Just supposed to magically not be affected by any of the abuse and neglect we suffered growing up so that they can pretend it never happened so they don't have to feel guilty about the fact that they knew we were living in a house with a raging alcoholic without food and clean clothes half the time and they did nothing about it. It wasn't *their* responsibility to protect us. Now that we're adults its *our* responsibility to fix ourselves and stop "playing innocent", blaming the family and making them look bad. The only reason we can't is obviously because we're just too inherently defective. Because of course we are. We're "just like our mother". We have her genes. And the kicker? I'm constantly told to "rise above my raising" while also being told I'm "screwing up" my niece because I can't afford to take her out to eat all the time and shit like that. Literal mind fuck.
And yet, the most bizarre part is, the more progress I make in my recovery, as I have been diagnosed with several mental health issues including a severe anxiety disorder (AvPD), the harder and harder they seem to want to come down on me. Like it's not enough that I've spent years in therapy trying to get my life straight, that I'm raising AND homeschooling my sisters child, whom she abandoned long before she passed away. It's not enough just that I survived that hell and I'm still here and I'm not an addict or in jail or on the street. I'm just not getting better fast enough, and that annoys them. They don't want to hear about my recovery because they don't want to acknowledge how fucked up I actually am, and how much work its taking to even try to achieve some sense of normalcy, let alone have a "successful" life and career, according to their standards. My very existence is a stain on the security blanket of lies they wrap themselves up in so they can sleep at night. And they really don't like that.
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pinkspiraling · 1 year
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venting about childhood trauma and how i’m still living in it
i wish i could go around and ask people what it was like to get in trouble in their house bc idk if my experience was wack or not bc when i start to explain it i’m like hmmm
that seems normal. but then maybe not? like they’d take our phones and look through them once they knew we had done something Bad, which means they usually found something else on the phone to be mad about. and then they wouldn’t yell but they’d be angry and disappointed yk and they always acted like they just couldn’t comprehend why we couldn’t just do the right thing! like why did we mess up and do something not good! why! it always felt like an over reaction i guess, they’d have lots of punishments which were always no phone, no electronics or tv, no friends, have to see a christian counselor, have to go to bible study more often/consistently, have to read my bible. etc. when i got caught for drinking i had 11 punishments and they only carried out like half of them. idk i feel silly cause it’s like yeah i got grounded
i messed up and got grounded and my parents were disappointed in me just like every other teenager to ever exist. so why tf was it so traumatizing like holy fuck it was traumatizing it was soooo anxiety inducing all the time to think you might get in trouble any second and you couldn’t control the reaction you’d get and you couldn’t control the punishments, you couldn’t control how they felt about it. like sure if you just lay out what happened it’s maybe not that bad, but i felt so much true fear towards them all the time and i just wonder if that’s not the normal way to feel about your parents. when i would get in trouble i always felt horrible and wanted forgiveness immediately bc i was scared they would stop loving me (like they did with my sister!) and i’m just fucking mad honestly that now i’m like this! like i constantly feel on edge like someone is going to get me in trouble and it’s going to be bad! i feel like someone is waiting to hate me or be disappointed in me and any minute i’m gonna have punishments and angry people who are More Worthy than me who don’t understand why i couldn’t just be good! i don’t wanna deal with this i don’t want to feel like every person is my mom and i’m 7. it’s stupid cause it’s not even actually about feeling 7. i just never stopped feeling that way, its like i know that’s where it started and then it just couldn’t stop. i never learned that getting in trouble or messing up wasn’t a bad thing that people would hate you for. there was no room for error and now i’ve continued that expectation for myself which is crazy! like i am literally just a person i am not a hero, there is no god that wants me to make him happy. i am just a person who is living and it is hard and sometimes idk what i’m doing. i can’t keep being this hard on myself i just won’t be able to survive this way. i am so cruel and so unfair to myself and i give myself so many punishments and ive just been feeling like yeah but at least it’s me! at least it’s mine and i get to say when im in trouble and for what. at least there is control but idk i don’t want it i want to fuck up on accident and forgive myself. i want to fuck up on purpose and forgive myself bc i’m sure i had reasons and now i’ve learned it. life is just learning shit, wtf am i doing trying to be Good. worst part is, my mom would still freak out and overreact if she found out
anything from my actual life lmao. i hate that i still live in that fear! although now it is small and in my hands i can simply squash it because it comes from nothing true. it comes from people who should’ve done better for my younger self and i’m ready to kill it. anyways the original question is basically when other people got grounded did it feel like god ripped you out of the universe and wailed in his disappointment and then threw you back into your house with all the rage still there or no?
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I will never understand abusers. I was talking with my friend and she told me that her dad's father (her granddad) was so against his and her mom's relationship he literally punched her for standing up for her dad. He passed before she was born but the stuff he did to her parents were just god awful.
I have a special kind of hatred towards abusive/toxic people (which is why I snap/go rapid when I see it in media or people) like I was unlucky and have a physically and mentally abusive father and my mom is emotionally manipulative and very neglectful.
I live with my father still in my grandmothers house (she literally knows all the shit he’s done and refuses to do/say anything and always defends my father and everytime I ‘try’ to argue back they essentially threaten to throw me on the streets for acting like a crazy bitch ‘just like your mother’)
It’s just fucking disgusting and horrible that it’s 2022 (almost 2023) and this shit is still so common??? Like literally emotional abuse isn’t something you can be arrested for and going to authorities is significantly more dangerous since THEY DONT FUCKING PROTECT YOU. Like my dad was horrible to my mom (he straight up was an alcoholic and a drug addict who refused to work and he constantly threatened to hurt/kill me or my brother if our mother didn’t fucking do whatever he wanted)
My mom, went to the fucking police over this. Their advice? “Just move, it’s not that hard.” They basically wouldn’t help until we had solid evidence or one of us was badly hurt. My mom got better with us (she was only aggressive towards us since our father targed her the most, but once she left he targeted me) and left us with our father, thinking she was the problem.
Obviously, that didn’t help. And she divorced our father, which was really bloody and it’s been over 7 years and my dad still threatens her (and us) and we’ve gone to the police, and we’re told the only way they’d do anything is if we press charges.
Why the fuck would we press charges if THEY WON’T PROTECT US DURING THE PROCESS??? Our father is a hunter with a fuck ton of guns, bows & arrows, and UNMARKED GUNS.
We are not going to do anything to worsen the situation obviously, but since if WE leave, he’d hurt or grandmother, she REFUSES to leave or kick him out, even though it’s HER house. My mom is my grandmas daughter. My grandma on my dads side has been missing for over 2 years. He keeps saying he has her in a retirement home, but he won’t tell us and he just came home with her dog one day and gave it to his new girlfriend

Sorry to just vent but my family is a fucking disaster, and I feel bad when I snap at people for doing similar thinks bc for lack of better words
it ‘triggers’ me I guess and I end up lashing out and having issues controlling my emotions.
(Only upside is I joke about my trauma all the time and it might be alarming to others it’s lowkey amusing for me to just laugh it off than to ever try to confront it)
I should probably meantion I was going to therapy when I was 10-20 and it just
didn’t work, I’m on a lot of medication that kinda helps and my brother wants me to get a therapist but honestly I’m not sure it’ll do anything. I’ve been through 5 therapist and honestly I think I stress them more than they help me.
I feel bad for your friends parents though, that’s just so bad
at least, it sounds like their parents do actually care for each other, and I’m sorry your father was hit, I’m genuinely surprised he stood up to his dad, I would be way too scared.
Your friends dad is hella fucking brave and I’m happy to know he at least ended up having a nice family of his own. He deserves to be happy!
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