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tamurakafkaposts · 4 months

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Loved italian sunsets....

#tamurakafkaposts #black and white #photographers on tumblr #nature #travel #bad experiences

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call-me-a-simp · 11 months

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Heal My Wounds

What are you hiding (part 28)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Dominik drops you off at Rhea's apartment and declines your offer to come inside with you.

You're greeted by your girlfriend who seems like she couldn't have waited any longer for you to come home as she was very bored and didn't know what to do with herself.

"So, where's the dress?" she asks excitedly and pecks your cheek. "We didn't get one" you chuckle and put your purse down.

"What do you mean you didn't get one? I thought I told you to not walk outta that store without the perfect dress!" she teases you and pokes you with her index finger.

"I know, I know.." you chuckle "but it was really tiring and we got hungry so.." you shrug. "So you're gonna continue tomorrow orr..?" Rhea asks curiously.

"Yeah probably. 'M thinking 'bout also bringing some girls. Like, Dom has great taste, not gonna lie, but I think I also need some real girls opinion on it.."

Shit why' d I lie? I shouldn't do this she is my girlfriend! You begin to panic a little but try not to show her.

" 'kay, if you say so" Rhea brushes it off. But something' s different, there isn't this ease in her voice like usually. It's worrying you a little, is she suspecting something?

She walks into the kitchen to get herself something to drink and you follow her. "Is everything okay love?" you ask her carefully.

She huffs "I don't know. You tell me, is there something I should know? Cause I feel like you're keeping something from me"

Shit shit shit why didn't I tell her the truth in the first place?! Now she's mad and it's my fault!

Rhea sets her glass down and turns around, scanning you with a look as cold as ice. Her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I- Rhea you're scaring me a little" you stutter and raise your hands in defense. She sighs and lowers her arms again "sorry darling, I just overreacted, don't worry" she tries to calm you down.

You let out a small sigh of relief and relax a little again. "Okay.. But you were right, I was hiding something.." Rhea takes a step in your direction and is standing right in front of you now.

She cups your cheeks making you look at her. "Then tell me, you know you can tell me anything" she says and gives you a sympathetic smile.

You try to smile back and nod. You exhale a shallow breath again before telling her what happened today with Dom and how you're not sure how to feel about it.

You spend a little moment in silence, you leaning against the counter with your back and Rhea standing in front of you, unsure if she should cross her arms again or touch you in some sort of form.

She eventually breaks the silence. "Okay uhm.. I don't wanna talk anything less bad here but.. I'm sure Dom didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable with his actions or anything I- I'm not sure why he did or so but.. Let's just talk it out with him okay? I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding plus your bad experiences with men, it's just not that easy I understand that"

She offers you a warm smile and you gently return the gesture, pushing yourself off the counter and into her embrace. The feeling of her warm skin on yours, your head against her chest, hearing her heartbeat.. It's just so calming and always making you feel safe.

"Okay, he's picking me up tomorrow at around ten, I'll ask Liv and Raquel if they wanna come too. Thank you Rhea!" you say and stand on your tiptoes to kiss her.

"You know it's so cute that you have to stand on your tippy toes to kiss me" Rhea giggles and you act offended and punch her slightly in the arm.

You two laugh a little and she puts her arm around you leading you to the bedroom where you decide to watch a not so creepy horrorfilm.

"You sure you wanna watch this? I remember last time you had pretty bad nightmares" "I know, but I've got you now and I really wanna see how far I can push my limits with it. I wanna see the films you like with you one day you know?" you grin at her and she smiles back.

You hit play and snuggle up to girlfriend, hiding under the covers every now and then when you think there might be a jumpscare or anything, but most of the time rhea warns you as she's already seen almost every horror movie there is.

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Part 28.. At least I think so..

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000 @nox-fire

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luna2-5 · 7 months

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I almost die yesterday😢 I’m still not sure how but I’m here and I never been more scared in my life than when that car was tumbling around. Life is juts so crazy and unexpected ( and everything hurts, I’m okey but it hurts)

#just me #sad thoughts #my thoughts #bad experiences #i’m alive

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refuge-301 · 5 months

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5 REASONS WHY YOU MUST NOT KISS YOUR CHILDREN ON THEIR LIPS

I know you probably have only good intentions and for you this is a cute way to express affection, but since you don't know how your child will react and it is very risky it is better not to do it in our culture. Here is why:

1. Your child DOESN'T NEED OR DESIRE your kisses on their lips, at least not until you create this desire as a primary way to make them experience love from you. You are the one that want it or need. You can express love in many different ways, I can assure you your child won't miss not being kissed on their lips.

2. It CONFUSES ROLES AND AFFECT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM. Lips kisses are primarily associated with romantic relationships, and since not all parents do this, children can make question and feel confused about the meaning of it. This habit can also negatively affects family roles, in fact the impact is also stronger when there is not a strong romantic relationships between the parents and when there are single parents. Therefore the child could perceive him/herself as a parents's romantic partner, so this habit can make the definition of family roles worse and in your relationships with them.

3. It can NEGATIVELY AFFECTS CHILDREN'S SELF PERCEPTION WITHOUT THEM OR YOU REALISING. Children always think that what happen to them is their fault and so they usually don't express what they think, so you don't know now if in years later this habit can result in feeling of self-disgust and shame, to feeling violeted. These negative sensations, maybe unconscious can stay also in teen years creating an unease feeling with the relationship you have with them until they realise or remeber and process what happened.

4. Kisses on the lips CREATE ADDICTION. Kisses on lips wake up the need of lips to kiss, I don't think it is ok for a child to experience this in such a young age. This can have consequences as starting very young to have a little boyfriend/girlfriend just for satisfy this need.

5. There are many STORIES OF PEOPLE WHO REMIND THIS PARENT'S HABIT WITH UNEASY FEELINGS. Children accept this habit because they love you and trust you and they are too young to know its impact. But there are many experiences of grown-up that, even if their parents were good parents, still remind this habit with uneasy feelings. Some forgot this experience since it created shame, felt violeted without knowing why during teen years and when adults they remember it and talked about it with their parents, got healed and the relationships with them got repaired.

Maybe kissing your child on the lips won't have consequences, but why to risk?

Are there also good reason why to do it?

No, since your child doesn't need your kisses on their lips.

There is no reasons to do it and many and many reasons not to do it or to stop.

What to do if you already started to kiss your child on their lips?

This post is not to make you feel bad about yourself but to be aware because even with all the good intentions we can still hurt without realising, and this can be totally avoidable with more knowledge.

So just stop kissing, it is better if you do it, gradually and by substituting it with other expression of love (so they won't experience a reject), without them asking later to stop maybe with shame.

What to do insted:

The impact of your acts on children surely depend also on the type of family you are and how much parents express affection on each other, so finding balance will look different in every families. For any cases, use all love languages, and for the physical contact, hugging and kissing them on their cheeks and head will satisfy their needs. Avoid also kissing their neck and using other typical romantic expression of love (romantic candlelight dinners only with your child, etc.), children are not completely unaware and one day they will process it and may feel bad for these things.

Normal cheeks and head kisses are absolutely perfect and children will feel loved receiving normal parent-children expression of love.

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thai-with-booty · 1 year

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Do you recall any really bad customers?

There were a few. There were so many in the second month that I quit the bar to go work for three months as a maid at a resort in Koh Tao.

One customer got pleasure from hurting me. I think he was Spanish or something. He spoke English with an accent I had never heard before. While he was in the bar, he seemed polite enough. When we got back to his room, it was a different story. He was very rough. He left bite marks on my breasts that were visible for many days. He finger-fucked me so brutally that he drew blood. He slam-fucked me so hard that I cried. He pulled my hair. He slapped my face, my tits, my ass. He seemed to get off on abusing me. He even tried to forced his way into my ass, but I managed to avoid it. I was hurt so much. Thankfully, he was so aroused by all of this abuse that he came fast, so the pain did not last as long as it might have. To complete my humiliation, instead of paying me 2,000 Baht as we had agreed, he tossed 1,000 Baht at me as I lay there naked on the bed, bleeding. When I objected, he raised his fist as if to strike me. "Okay, Okay, I go, no problem." I said. He then grabbed me by the wrist, dragged me to the door, and pushed me into the hall, naked and vulnerable.

I banged on the door. He opened it a crack and asked me what I wanted. I said I wanted my clothes. He said I could have them if I gave him a blow job. I shook my head no. He started to close the door. "OK, OK," I said. He opened the door, grabbed my wrist, pulled me inside and dragged me to the bed. He then lay down, spread his legs, told me to get to work... and he warned me not to disobey. I knelt between his legs, took his cock in my mouth, and I felt him grow stiff. I thought this would be over soon enough but I was wrong. He grabbed me roughly, threw me onto the bed and mounted me. He then pounded me hard for a good ten or fifteen minutes. To my great shame, my body betrayed me with two orgasms of my own before, exhausted, he finally came inside me. I lay on the bed, legs apart, his cum seeping from my pussy. Ive never understood guys wanting to go raw with a bar girl, but happened more often than I would have expected.

He then rose from the bed, grabbed his phone and began to take pictures. He took pictures of my cum-filled pussy, and then he amused himself by making a video of him fingering my pussy. Becoming aroused, he then brought his limp cock to my mouth and took pictures of me sucking him... and after he once again got hard, he spread my legs, entered me and took more pictures. I was too tired and too fearful, to protest. I let him do whatever he wanted... and so he fucked me to completion a third time... and again, to my shame, he brought me to orgasm. He then gathered my clothes, tossed them into the hall and told me to leave. I felt so humiliated.

That night, back at the bar, I proceeded to get very drunk, and in my drunken state, I agreed to let two twenty-something customers from America bar fine me and take me back to their beachside hut, where they played with me all night long. I lost count of the number of times they each fucked me that night, but it was a lot, I was a bit numb to everything at this point. They kept plying me with Sang Som - Thai whiskey. By the time the sun came up and they finally let me sleep. Mid-morning they roused me from my sleep. They kissed me and played with me for a while, getting me well worked up, and then they led me into the shower where they proceeded to take turns fucking me up against the shower wall. Then it was back to the bed for one more round each. I left them around noon, exhausted, but 6,000 Baht richer courtesy of these two virile young Americans.

When I think back on it, I am amazed at what happened that night, but to understand it, you need to remember that I was born and grew up in a poor and remote part of rural Thailand where we did not see many foreigners. What's more, until just a few weeks ago, I earned very little money and to the Thai men in my village, because of my dark skin I was not considered attractive... but here, in Pattaya, as a bar girl, it seemed easy for me to attract the attention of tall, handsome, fair-skinned foreigners. These were the type of men that I could previously only have imagined meeting in my dreams... and now I was meeting them, and allowing myself to be bedded by them, almost every day... and I was making more money than I ever thought possible in exchange for letting them have sex with me. I was turning what had once been only a the dream of being with a foreigner into an everyday reality... and yes, sometimes there were cruel men to deal with, like the Spaniard, but then again there were also men like those two Americans who seemed to adore me, and of course there was also the money.

#bar girl #bad experiences

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katchleeifyoucan · 1 year

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reminder to get to know a person at least a little before having a hookup, session, etc. this even goes for rp for a lot of people!!

this applies to tumblr, dating apps, and just all interactions with people.

it’s okay to not want a relationship or anything too serious, but that doesn’t make it okay to talk to someone like they’re an object or just a means for you to get off. at least try to make some sort of connection. geez.

or if you both just want to get off and agree on that, fine. it’s your life. but if someone is trying to get to know you before doing anything intimate, respect that or stop talking to them.

#tword community #bad experiences #kat gives advice #or what they thought was just obvious shit #don’t be a dick

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purplehoodz · 3 months

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I'm going to be honest. The lovejoy concert at mesa amphitheater was awful 😭. First off there was no distance between anyone in the crowd, we were all completely squished against each other and I was just inhaling hair dye and B.O 💀. When lovejoy did go on, I could not even see the band because absolutely EVERYONE had their phones out blocking the stage. There was no concert etiquette at all bruh with the phones AND THE SIGNS OMG blocking everything. I've heard so many accounts of people being shoved into the barriers cause people wanted will to sign their poster. Although, it was my first time seeing my favorite band so I ignored it all and just tried to have a fun time 😅. Was anyone else there?

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kelpseahorse · 7 months

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I went to therapy yesterday. Apparently my mom emailed my therapist. She said she's worried I'm drifting away from people. I said that I'm protecting myself from bullies because I've been bullied my whole life and I now know who to avoid so that doesn't happen again. My therapist asked if it was fair to judge people based on the past. Inner me said hell no, I don't like getting bullied. Outer me who doesn't like to disagree with authority said no its not fair. Then my therapist defended all the bad people in my life rather than side with me and help me. Worst therapy session of my life.

#therapy #bad experiences #bullies #rambles

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serowebs · 2 months

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Hey I am sorry but like- I had a memory recently and just like-

I used to go to therapy actually when i was like 16/17 somewhere around the age and the therapy itself was kind of dogshit wich I didn't notice becuase how tf am I supposed to know if i have had no prior experiences and like

there was a time at the end of one of our sessions where I brought up that I absolutely hate having my mom shout at me and THE ADVICE I FUCKING GOT?

LISTEN TO LOUD MUSIC/NOISE TO GET USED TO IT

I don't know if that is like a legit memory I have because I am confident it is but i am also kind of sceptical because it just doesn't sound fucking real :sob::sob:

And funfact all that I was listening to already at the time was loud music and such and it still didn't help because golly gee maybe that shit won't help me in the first place-

have some more shitty advice below

Some other advice I remember was that I should never fidget with stuff atleast not out in public or when interacting with people because it will make me look like a fucking wierdo [I used to fidget a ton with my housekeys at the time and I also used to wear it around my neck wich I lost the habit off because my therapist insisted on me having it in my backpack until I actually needed to use it]

I was also never allowed to describe any of my problems/symptoms with medical terms because blablabla self diagnosis but like- how tf am I supposed to describe that I am paranoid wihout using the word paranoid? anxious or AfRaId is not the right word for what I am experiancing so what the fuck am I supposed to use? I get that "oh hey dont actually self diagnose" but like- How the fuck am I supposed to describe shit at all? [I already have a very bad time actually wording myself properly to get my stuff across, especially when new stuff is happening and at the time I was actually starting to have my first few times dissociating [probably] and while describing my experience to my thera she just didn't get it and just said lmao sleep more + eat healthy and while that can be helpful I KIIIIIND OF doubt that does a huge impact]

HELL I could probably give a list of what I think I possibly have and my thera could just correct me with "oh you actually have this and that and that is the more appropriate terms for that" instead of just having me water my own problems down for the sake of not self diagnosing

All of my internet friends are also not real people, oh and if your partner in another country is struggling Just ditch them and choose a "real" person to be with! and you must have "real" friends or you will stay depressed forever and always! [I have a partner who I meet up with on a more regular basis + some irl friends yet I may be clinically depressed so where tf is that logic I-]

so yea fun, i hope my next therapists will be more respectful with me if i even manage to find one-

#sero's rambles #therapy #mental health #bad experiences

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tamurakafkaposts · 4 months

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I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we'd put our Italian emotion into gear and scream the place down. I never expected indifference.

Melina Marchetta

#tamurakafkaposts #selfportret #bad experiences #photographers on tumblr #Onceuponatime in italy

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byyliss · 8 months

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Currently am crying a lot bc og somthing thats happening in my dnd campaing.

So, I play a character named Gin, shes a goblin who due to her backstory, can be very naive and oblivious, which in turn makes her more childish. Shes very similar to me, i always have a hard time playing charcaters that are too different from myself, so they are usually more silly and innocent inconciously. Im also autistic, and many traits i have end up in Gin by accident, but i try to accomodate that to her backstory.

And since the begining, two of the party members have been very rude to my character (one more than the other), they are always insulting her, being rude, and recently just said that the enemy from my backstory wasnt as important as other ones (we found out the place Gin is from, which is a slave circus, is still active, and I wanted to focus on it more now since most of the missions have been focusing on evryone else's backstory). I know its a chacrater, and i know they are just roleplaying, but that shit hurts. A lot. Bc some of her decisions come from me as a player, bc we both think alike, so it hurts a lot and i feel insulted whenever they rltreat my character like shit.

Today the DM told me these two players dont like my character and are annoyed by her, and i need to change bc they get annoyed while playing. And while my charcater can be a bit annoying, jfc you dont see me shit talking their charcaters, even tho both of them persoanlly hurt me a lot.

Like, they are making the game unbearable for me, bc it feels like Gin cant express any opinions or do anything other that be useful on combat. They made a bunch of jokes as their charcaters that hurt, but then they want to act as if im the problem?

Im currently crying a lot and have a headache over this. Sorry for the rant, im just....idk, i just needed to vent

#rant #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd rant #bad experiences #autism

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condividiamolavita · 9 months

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l'epidermide e il divano di pelle non vanno d'accordo in estate

#hello it's me #bad experiences

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solitaryparadise · 2 months

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Hey, I have a random question; Do you like/ enjoy alcohol?

I don't drink by choice, but the few times I did i enjoyed it. I've never been drunk, though

#the fact that i enjoy beer is part of the reason i dont drink #last thing i need is an alcohol addiction or the calories of beer #that and. you know #bad experiences

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thai-with-booty · 1 year

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That incident with the Spanish guy sounds crazy, did you have any other bad experiences working as a bar girl?

There was another customer who took me back to his room for "short time". After fucking me once, locked the door to his room and refused to let me leave. He said he wanted to fuck me again, but he offered no more money. The customer was high on something, probably "ice", and had drugs in his room. I talked him into letting me call a friend and succeeded in placing a call to my boss instead. The boss arrived with police in tow. When the customer answered the knock on the door, he became scared. I promised him that if he paid me the money he owed -- 2,000 Baht -- and let me go, I would go outside and persuade the police that the crisis had passed and that there was no need for them to go inside where they were sure to find the drugs. In retrospect, I should have turned the tables on that creep and demanded that he pay a hefty premium to keep the police outside. Anyway, I got out of there with my money and without any physical injuries, but it was terrifying to be held prisoner like that.

#bar girl #bad experiences

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torchdreemurr · 6 months

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oh god oh god i just i tried to put on one of my mum's dresses while i was the only person in the house to see if something like that would make me happy and when i put it on i just i felt nothing and then i just tried to take it off and it was so tight and i couldnt take it off no matter how hard i tried and i could barely move and i had to cut it up with a pair of scissors to get out of it and i ruined it completely and now everyone will be able to figure out that i put on a dress and im not ready to come out and i ruined the dress and it's all my fault and i feel awful and my heart is beating so hard i feel like im going to throw up oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god

#vent #vent post #bad experiences #tw vent #trans #transgender #dress #lgbt #lgbtq

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itsherobrine2 · 4 months

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I am sorry, i forgot tubler existed for a moment.... ;-; ANYWAY story time!

So, I went through a pretty scary even t recently, and I have reason to believe i was almost possessed. I am what's called a medium. I can talk to spirits and other entities. But sometimes, I wish i wasn't.

My brothers and I went to Denny's for dinner, and on our way home, I started feeling really nauseous. As I sat there in the car, trying to calm my stomach down because i thought it was just motion sickness, my body began to shake uncontrollably.

My body shook violently, just as we pulled into the parking space to our home, and it just got worse. My brother had to basically carry me inside, and the shaking got worse as a voice that wasn't mine came out of my mouth. It didn't feel like mine.

The next thing i know, i am attacking my brother, and then i see a flash of feathers and eyes. It looked like a biblically accurate angel. Then, it felt like something got off of me, like my soul was painlessly torn in half. Specifically, the weight of it. And then, everything felt normal except that i couldn't stop crying. I cried and cried for a whole couple of hours, and my brothers stood there in shock and confusion.

My brothers, once everything calmed down, confirmed everything. They just didn't see that angelic figure i did. But they still heard the strange voices and said my body wasn't moving like a normal body does, almost like it was distorted. Be careful with the other realm. It is a dangerous place.

#ghost stories #paranormal #demonic entity #bad experiences #scary #creepy stuff #story #story time

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