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OKAY who wants to hear about why i think nimona challenges amatonormativity? you do! 🫵
one of the main ways this is accomplished is through ballister and ambrosius’s relationship. it’s arguable that it doesn’t necessarily fit the traditional model of romance - not only are they a queer interracial couple, and not only is their relationship ambiguous in the book, but there are certain instances, especially in the movie, that subvert traditional ideas of romance and friendship.
one instance that really stands out to me is when the director asks ambrosius what’s on his mind and he goes on his imagined rant about how arm-chopping isn’t a love language - you know the one. when he mentions ballister, he refers to him as “the man i love, my best friend.” and not just one or the other, but both! the man i love, and my best friend. he places equal emphasis on both the romantic and platonic aspects of the relationship, valuing ballister in both a romantic context and a platonic context without treating either one as more important than the other.
and even moments such as the first “i love you” and the kiss manage to subvert tradition. both of these things are generally seen as a pretty big deal, especially in fiction - if the characters are kissing or saying “i love you,” it’s usually a moment in which everything changes. a line is drawn, dividing the story into after and now. sometimes it’s dramatic and climactic, with fireworks and a swell of music, but even when it isn’t it’s still seen as a turning point of sorts. now it’s official, now it’s real. but this isn’t the case in nimona. both moments are certainly significant - they do a good job of showcasing the character development and where ballister and ambrosius are on their respective journeys, and are certainly important in terms of representation - but neither one follows the path that most fictional romance does.
another way in which nimona challenges amatonormativity would be the emphasis on friendship! in the tavern scene (in the movie) when ambrosius suggests killing nimona, ballister disagrees and says “she’s my friend.” ambrosius replies with “aren’t i more than that?”, implying he’s more important than a friend - thus upholding amatonormative ideas. ballister becomes angry at that and leaves - challenging this idea and prioritizing his platonic relationship with nimona over his romantic one with ambrosius, as nimona is the one he wants to defend.
additionally, a big part of this scene is the way ballister deliberately rejects institute values while ambrosius unintentionally upholds them. and because the story challenges homophobia and transphobia (and other forms of bigotry) through the lens of the institute, it would make sense for it to challenge amatonormativity too! it’s something that’s become incredibly normalized, to the point that lots of people don’t even know it exists, and this is reminiscent of the institute brainwashing, especially when it comes to ambrosius - he’s been manipulated his whole life and probably genuinely doesn’t understand the level to which he’s internalized institute beliefs.
ballister prioritizes nimona many times, actually. when he tells ambrosius she’s “smart, kind, and quite sophisticated,” when he’s overjoyed to see her again at the end, when he refuses to kill her and saves her instead. over and over, he proves how much he cares about her, even when this involves directly going against what ambrosius wants - which, of course, is really what the institute wants. a core tenant of amatonormativity is the false notion that romantic relationships are more important or valuable than other types of relationships, but ballister actively goes against this!
to conclude, as a story that at its core is about identity and challenging societal beliefs, nimona defies expectations and traditional ideas of what it should or shouldn’t be. it’s possible that amatonormativity wasn’t what the creators had in mind, but the story still manages to challenge it with grace and elegance. just like its main character, nimona refuses to conform to what others want it to be.
#nimona#nimona movie#ballister blackheart#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister x ambrosius#ambrosius x ballister#nimona netflix#nd stevenson#nimona spoilers#i could go on tbh but i think this is a digestible amount#often when i’m writing a meta i’ll walk around in circles talking into my phone recording my thoughts out loud#and then i’ll play it back and put the most coherent stuff into a list which eventually becomes paragraphs#and the combined recordings for this one are about half an hour in total lol#i’m just. absolutely in love with the whole story. both the book and the movie mean so incredibly much to me#changed my life shaped me as a person etc etc :’)#OH i almost forgot. this analysis is dedicated to the person who sent me aphobic anon hate about it before it even existed lol#i know i said i wouldn’t post anything if people couldn’t be normal but idc actually. seethe with rage! <3#my words#meta
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Statistically Speaking (a Spencer Reid one shot)
Okay, yes, I know I literally just made a post about being triggered by Criminal Minds, but writing fluff about Spencer has been one of the things that has helped me heal (weirdly enough) and this is one of the one shots that I wrote. It’s all fluff. Enjoy xx.
(Also I’m only on like season 2 of the show so that’s when I’m imagining this is set but it can be whenever idc)
Tagging @breadgenie892 because she ruined me with her Jaskier x Geralt fluff earlier. This is 100% payback :)
You and Spender Reid — sorry, Dr. Spencer Reid as he adorably introduced himself to you on your first day at the BAU (and scrambled to say, “S-Sorry, it’s Spencer. Just Spencer Reid,” immediately after).
The two of you have quite the bond.
You’re no genius, not in the way Spencer is. Your memory is nowhere near Eidetic, it more resembles Dory from Finding Nemo, but you don’t make that joke anymore. Hotch gave you quite a worried look and called you into his office an hour later to ask if you were alright that day.
But you digress.
Before you met Spencer, Google was your best friend. You ask a lot of questions, and by a lot-- well, just ask Morgan.
On your first day, Morgan said, and you quote, “Oh, God. There’s two of them.”
Whenever you had a question, you Googled it. You researched, you found literary journals and universities that studied what you wanted to know. You found your answers, and sometimes more questions along the way.
But when you started at the BAU, Google was child’s play. Especially when Spencer could give you the answer faster than you could type in the question and hit enter on Google.
It’s one of the things you love most about him. At first, he only answered you because you have a bad habit of asking questions aloud when meaning to just speak to yourself. Spencer didn’t know you were mainly asking yourself, and he launched into a full explanation. You were too mesmerized to stop him, and started asking further questions. It went on and on until you were dazed and he was smiling, and the rest of the team was staring at the two of you like you’d gone insane.
So now, you ask him anything and everything.
Like…
Recently, you called him at almost ten at night. It was storming, but you really needed to take a shower. It had been two days since your last, and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hey Spence,” you said when he picks up. “Statistically speaking, how likely am I to get struck by lightning?”
“What? Y/N, what are you doing?”
“I need to shower and it’s storming. How do I look statistically?”
“Not good! Don’t take a shower!”
“Spencer,” you groaned, flopping down on your bed.
“Y/N, showering increases your likelihood of being electrocuted. Ten to twenty people on average are struck by lighting when bathing.”
“There’s the stats,” you chuckled. “Fine, genius. I’ll wait it out.”
“Good,” he sounded genuinely relieved.
His concern made you smile. “What are you up to?”
“Talking you out of electrocuting yourself.”
“I wouldn’t be electrocuting myself. The lightning is what would do it.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Are you tired of me yet?”
Spencer laughed airily before he replied in a soft voice, “No. Never.”
As strange as it sounds, things changed that night. Spencer stayed on the phone with you until the storm passed -- you were getting scared after a particularly loud boom of thunder, but you’d never admit that to him. Once it passed and once Spencer checked the weather radar to be sure it was gone, he let you shower.
The next morning at the BAU, you fixed a cup of coffee for him as a thank you for the night before. You were expecting him to take it and move on, but he pulled you into a hug instead.
Thankfully, no one saw it. If they had, you’d both be getting hell for it.
But despite not seeing the hug, the team has noticed things.
Hotch first noticed it when you offered to accompany Reid to the local police station to set things up on a new case. You normally go with Emily to talk to the families or even with Morgan to visit crime scenes. It was nothing against Spencer, you just happened to like being out in the field more than holed up in a station with exhausted law enforcement.
But not this time. This time you wanted to be with Reid. You even turned down Morgan’s offer to go to the crime scene.
Yeah. Hotch knew something was up.
Morgan noticed, too. He saw you pouring a massive amount of sugar into a cup of coffee and jokingly asked if it was for Reid. In your flustered state, you said it was yours. But Morgan watched you hand the cup off to Reid once you were back with him.
Emily’s suspicions were confirmed when you were talking with her one night on the plane. Everyone else was asleep, so you, Emily, and JJ began talking about “girly” things. Tonight’s topic happened to be crushes.
“I can’t imagine falling for someone on the team,” Emily whispered, pulling a face, overdoing it just to get your reaction.
And your reaction was priceless. You shrugged and went completely silent. While you were glancing over your shoulder to check that Reid was still sleeping, Emily shared quite the look with JJ.
Garcia was maybe the last to notice things. She had her suspicions as well (it passes the time, and Morgan made a few comments about it, too), but when she saw the two of you laughing, that was it. Spencer was sitting in his desk chair and you were sitting on his desk. You were arguing about something Garcia couldn’t hear, but the smiles on your faces told her the argument was all flirting.
And she’d be right to think that, too. The argument that day was that Spencer overworks himself, so you promptly sat on top of his paperwork so that he couldn’t get to it. He refused to touch it because it was too close to your ass and voiced this issue, and you told him it sounded like a personal problem. And that you wanted him to get up and walk around, maybe eat something, too.
You’re a bit of a hopeless romantic. That part of you was telling you that Spencer’s flirting was genuine. That there were feelings buried behind it, but you were never sure.
Spencer was officially the last to notice.
“How am I looking?” You asked seemingly out of nowhere.
Spencer raised his eyebrows, turning to look at you, your voice having broken him out of his thoughts. “Uh, good?”
You tilt your head. “No, statistically. I asked what are the chances of me making it to dinner on time?”
“Dinner?” Morgan asked, sauntering over with his blinding smile. “Got a hot date tonight?”
“You wish,” you scoffed, shoving his shoulder lightly.
But you didn’t elaborate further, which caused Spencer to go quiet. Realizing you weren’t getting any statistics out of him this time, you gathered your things in your arms and headed out.
Once you made it through the door, Morgan nearly fell to the floor. “Spencer. Pretty boy. What are you doing, man?”
Spencer dumbly looked down at the paperwork on his desk.
Before he could say anything, Morgan said, “No, man, not the paperwork. Y/N. What are you doing?”
“What do you mean what am I doing?”
Morgan laughed loudly. “Oh, pretty boy. You have no idea?”
Spencer scooted back from his desk, eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion. “No idea about what?”
“Reid,” Morgan emphasizes every word. “She likes you.”
The sentence stunned Spencer so much he nearly fell out of his chair. “What?”
“Come on, man,” Morgan groaned. “An IQ of 187 and it didn’t help you see she’s got feelings for you?”
Spencer stood to his feet, grabbing his jacket. You liked him. You like him, and you’re going to dinner with someone else.
“There you go,” Morgan cheered as Spencer practically bolted from the room. “Go get her, tiger!”
“Shut up!” Spencer called after Morgan.
Pushing through the doors, Spencer halted, seeing you standing by the elevator. You’re staring down at your phone, and you don’t exactly look happy.
Spencer approaches you slowly, hand gripping the strap of his bag. “You okay?”
You look up quickly like he’s startled you, and truthfully, he has. “Oh. Um, no. My date-- Well, they canceled. Said something came up.”
Spencer can see you’re hurt by this, but he doesn’t care. “Have dinner with me,” he says, eyes expectant.
“With you?” You ask.
“Yeah,” he shrugs, a smile coming through when he adds, “please.”
“Okay,” you can’t help but smile, too.
Spencer grins now, stepping over to press the down arrow on the elevator. You wait in silence, stepping on when the doors open, and Spencer presses the button for the ground floor.
All of your hurt is gone from your face now, and it causes Spencer to start thinking. He stares ahead, and then he hears you giggle.
When he looks over at you, he asks. “You didn’t have a dinner date, did you?”
“Nope,” you chuckle. “Got ya.”
“Yeah,” Spencer laughs. “You got me.”
“So…” You pause, heart racing. “Statistically speaking, how likely are you to kiss me right now?”
Spencer doesn’t even care that the elevator is a few seconds from reaching the ground floor. All he cares about right now is you.
And because of that, he says, “Very likely,” before pulling you in. Your fingers tangle in his hair while his cup your jaw, moving you closer, deepening the kiss, trying to make up for all of his stupidity. As he holds you now, feels your lips, he wonders how he never knew.
#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid#dr spencer reid#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid fanfic#fluff
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INFODUMP ABOUT UNDERTALE TO ME RIGHT NOW :O /POS
(about Anything At All idc if its rambly bullet points or anything pls im begging u this is lichrally my special interest cmon pleaseee /lh)
OKOK I WILL!!! /pos
cant put this under the cut on mobile so here’s your warning that this will b a very long post!!
random chara hearcanons + ramblings bc CHARA MY BELOVED!!!
i might be projecting but i hc that chara has depression and ptsd! we know they hated people bc of what asriel says during the epilogue, “I know why Chara climbed the mountain. It wasn't for a very happy reason. Frisk. I'll be honest with you. Chara hated humanity.” and i think they hate humanity so much bc of some trauma other people caused. chara is angry and upset, and probably starts to hate humanity more once they learn about all of the pain humans have caused monsters. they aren’t evil or mean, they’re traumatized and hate people because they’ve been hurt so many times
i like to think that chara is so close with asriel in part bc he was one of the first people they felt like they could fully trust. asriel was with them through everything, saved them, gave them a home, etc. i think chara loved him so much in part bc asriel was there for them when everyone else had hurt them
i think chara erases the world at the end of the genocide run because of frisk’s actions in that run and not bc they themselves are cruel. chara is smart, they know that a frisk who would kill all monsters would likely be interested in destroying things alongside chara. the way i see it, chara is angry. they had to watch frisk kill their friends and family, the monsters who took them in and protected them after they had been hurt so bad by humans. chara watched them hurt asriel after he cried and begged for them not to hurt him. they watched frisk reset over and over at every save point, trying to hard to kill everyone and everything and not stopping even when they themselves are struck down. and they don’t have a body anymore so they couldn’t do anything to stop it. genocide run frisk shows what chara hates in humanity: mercilessness and cruelity for the sake of cruelity. they want to get revenge on frisk and stop them from hurting alphys and the monsters who hid and escaped. they want to stop frisk from hurting people beyond the barrier. chara constantly says “just finish the job” throughout the run because they’re exhausted and can’t stand watching frisk hurt these monsters anymore, they just want everything to end. the reason they only come out at the end is fear, in part, and the fact that watching asriel be killed despite his cries and begs was the last thing they could take. when they say “it’s me, chara!” in the mirror in toriel’s home rather than “it’s you” i like to think it’s for a similar reason that sans says “pretend to be a human” to frisk, and for the same reason that some theorize he would make fake blood at the end of the battle with him. chara wants frisk to see another person, hoping maybe they’ll find some goodness and humanity. just like some theorize that sans would use ketchup as fake blood to make frisk see that they’re hurting people like themselves as well, chara wants frisk to see that frisk is human to remind them of any good humanity they might have. they aren’t evil and they aren’t seeing themselves in frisk’s actions, they’re trying to stop frisk from hurting everyone and trying to get revenge on frisk for the pain they’ve caused. the reason why you get a photo with chara and everyone’s faces crossed out or a chara nightmare when you finish a pacifist run after a genocide run is chara reminding frisk of the pain they caused and showing them that the atrocities they committed aren’t something they can just erase and move on from. chara just wants monsters to be happy and to be ok and they hate that once again a human has taken that happiness away from monsters, but they know a reset won’t stop frisk because they will just start over, so if they erase the world and take frisk’s soul for frisk to get it back they can hope that without that soul and determination frisk can’t reset anymore and thus no more genocide run, even though that ultimately isn’t the case. chara just wants to help monsters and they’re angry at her another human for hurting them
asriel says in the epilogue that chara wanted to hurt the humans in the village when they attacked asriel and them, but once again it’s not bc chara is evil or violent, it’s bc they were traumatized by humans and and this is like a fight response to those triggers, and also bc they wanted to protect asriel!!!
chara’s plan to collect 7 human souls as talked about in the tape was for the good of monsters, not so they could hurt humans. they wanted monsters to go free and to live a normal life with their monster family. when they say “our plan had failed, hadn’t it?” in the genocide run they’re referring to their goal of freeing and saving monsters, not like, killing the people that asriel wouldn’t fight. chara wanted to save monsters and to break the barrier, they didn’t want their soul to fuse with asriel because they knew that meant their soul couldn’t be one of the 7 to free monsters. when frisk killed the monsters in the genocide route it meant that monsters weren’t free or safe, their plan with asriel to free monsters from the underground and save them from the prison humans put them in had failed because once again a human had taken everything from them
on a lighter note, pacifist run chara narrates and translates for frisk! chara and frisk likely come from the same village seeing as they’re both able to just go up the mountain and see what’s there, so they probably know the same form of sign language. frisk is mute and signs things to chara, who translates over the phone for them. they also describe everything around frisk since they’ve lived there before and know what everything is while frisk doesn’t know. when they don’t know what to say, they describe stuff! they probably aren’t sure what to make of the mettaton fight since they’ve never seen mettaton ex before, so they say “smells like mettaton”. they don’t know about the amalgamates so they say “smells like sweet lemons” during your fight with lemon bread
the mummy wrappings in the red soul coffin were for chara. asriel removed them from their coffin and carried them off to the village before those supplies could’ve been used. when he brought chara back in after they were attacked, toriel took them out to the flower bed in the ruins where they initially landed to give them a propel burial, and then chose to live in the ruins specifically to take care of chara. chara is buried under the flowers right at the start of the ruins which is why asriel refuses to leave in the epilogue and says “someone has to take care of these flowers.” it’s also in part why toriel is so sad and lonely, being in the ruins and visiting her child daily makes her remember the pain she felt losing chara and asriel and it makes her extra worried about losing frisk and the other humans. through visiting chara like this, both asriel and toriel can see them and talk to them even though they’re mostly gone
asriel and chara were the ones who left those echo flower messages about wishes. chara was the one who laughed and said “it’s just funny, that’s my wish too”
just like kris, chara also had little red horns. chara didn’t like that they were human since they hated humans, but loved monsters and wished they were one. asriel made them little paper horns to be more monster-like, and eventually toriel sewed them an pair and put it on a headband so they could stay on their head
not really a headcanon or theory, just a note. there’s lots of similarities between kris and chara: red eyes, knives, portrayed as “strange”, likes to scare other people (kris hiding under noelle’s bed and putting ketchup on their arms to scare her, and chara doing their creepy face to asriel in the tape—they likely did it before cause asriel had to have known what it was so there’s nothing saying they only do it when asked by asriel), a bit secluded and like to be alone (toriel is no longer upset with kris when she finds out they didn’t answer her calls bc they were with a friend, chara is only ever shown or talked about in relation to asriel or their parents), both kind of get rid of their soul in some way (kris removes their soul and chara like died to give their soul to the monsters), both have similar outfits (although kris looks more like frisk in their face and hair), very close to their asriel, both like monsters, both have mostly obscured eyes until the ending of the game, etc.
chara can only verbally talk to frisk, but they can talk through the phone, similar to how asriel spoke to frisk on the phone at the end of the true lab even though he didn’t have his soul back then and was still a flower, and similar to how you can understand the memory head amalgamate when you use your phone. frisk is one of the few people who can hear their voice irl
chara can verbally talk with mettaton, mew mew, and nabstablook since they were all once ghosts/are ghosts. mettaton sometimes helps chara to speak and to appear to crowds bc they can use his microphones to speak since that’s technology and chara can use his advice to show their own incorporeal form more clearly. chara and nabstablook get along very well as shy ghosts who are best friends with their family
chara and frisk become best friends in pacifist runs :3 frisk returns the the underground sometimes to talk to asriel and lets chara speak to him while they visit through their phone, and eventually chara convinces asriel to come back with them and to live with them again (yes i know this isn’t possible in canon shhhhhhh)
chara is autistic and has adhd. they also have chronic pain and use a cane as a result of their chronic pain and bc of a long lasting injury they sustained from falling into the underground, or they float as a ghost
#UNDERTALE SPECIAL INTEREST POG!!!#HONESTLY ME TOO ME TOO WAS A BIG SP.IN WHEN IT CAME OUT SND STILL IS TODAY!!#ask#undertale#special interest#cirrus says things#tw// character death
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Blind Dates and Good Graces
I wrote a one shot!
I know, what? I don’t do that very often. And when I do, I write them in one go and very spur of the moment.This one was inspired by a prompt, but very loosely so I’m not going to bother posting the prompt.
Summary: Mary wants to set Lily up with a stranger. She’s not interested because she’s not in the market to get murdered, but also because she’s crushing on someone else. Mary, however, won’t let up.
college/texting au
WC: 2.2K
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Lily sat down in her lab seat with a dramatic sigh. She should shove her phone into her bag and ignore her friends for the next two hours. She should pull out her notebook and look over her notes from last class. She should, quite possibly, get new friends all together and just call it with Mary. They’d had a good ten years of friendship, but all good things come to an end eventually, and maybe this was the anthill that they couldn’t get over.
But instead, she pulled out her phone and continued to feed the troll.
Mary: You never do anything I tell you. It’s not fair.
Marlene: It’s like you don’t trust her, Lily
Lily: Marlene, stay out of this, you’re not helping
Mary: I feel like you don’t TRUST ME
Lily: See what you did?
Marlene: She just wants you to meet the bloke. What’s the worst that could happen?
Marlene: Pretend I didn’t say that
Mary: Why would you say that??? Men are the worst, literally anything could happen at any time!
Lily: Men are the worst. So why do you want me to go out with one of them?
Lily: One that I’ve never met before?
Mary: yes, I understand your very valid points, but! I have met him, and he is hilarious and charming and dorky and sweet and exactly the kind of guy that you’d like
Lily: This conversation is making me itchy
Marlene: Come on, Mary. You know Lily is allergic to dating, lay off a bit
Mary: Who’s side are you on, Marlene?
Marlene: idk and idC
Lily: Alright, class is starting. You can harass me later
Mary: Just agree to meeting him! I can be there! It doesn’t have to be a date!
Lily shut off her phone and pushed it to the far corner of her desk. Once it was no longer in her hands, she went about getting ready for class.
“Lo, Evans,” She turned and smiled at the boy who took a seat next to her. The boy who was probably the real reason that she didn’t really want anything to do with Mary’s hilarious and charming boy.
“Afternoon, Potter,” He smiled back at her and pushed his hair back, away from his forehead and then ruffled it up. He was always doing that, but Lily, who had spent much time inspecting his hair during the course of their shared class, thought that it would probably have been just as unruly if he hadn’t. She thought it looked soft too.
And one time, he’d dropped his pencil and she leaned over to get it for him just a second after he had, and she got a face full of his hair. It smelled amazing. She couldn’t identify the smell, but whatever it was, she wanted to smell it again.
“You ready for lecture?” He asked, putting his notebook on an angle so he was facing her as much as he was facing the board. He’d been doing that lately. Lily ducked her head and smiled to herself as she dug through her bag for a pen.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She said. This wasn’t anyone’s favorite lecture, and it was a long one. But at some point in the last couple of weeks, this had been the class that Lily was most looking forward to.
Her phone started buzzing again and Lily closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head.
“What’s going on there?” James asked, glancing at her phone and then going back to doodling. “Sounds like someone really wants to talk to you.”
“Yeah, it’s my friend Mary. And probably Marlene too. They’re harassing me.”
“Ah,” He smiled, adding more lines to his doodle. “And what are they harassing you about?”
Lily felt herself flush a little and she started tapping her pen on the table. “Mary wants to set me up on a blind date.” She blurted out.
“A blind date? I didn’t know people still did those.”
“Right?” Lily relaxed now that he seemed to be agreeing with her. “And she won’t let it go. But I don’t want to go out with someone that I don’t even know. That sounds terrible.”
“It does sound terrible.” James put his pencil down and ran a hand through his hair. “So she’s not listening to you then? I mean, I assume you’ve told her that you don’t want to do it.”
Her phone buzzed again.
“Of course she’s not listening!” Lily pulled her phone over to her again.
Mary: He and his mates are throwing a party this weekend
Marlene: I like parties
Mary: I was invited and you could come with me and Reggie! That would be a super lowkey way to meet him
Mary: Marlene, I was talking to Lily, not you.
Marlene: Sometimes I feel like you don’t love me
Mary: there’s no need to be dramatic
Marlene: Really? I thought that was kind of our MO
Mary: Okay, but our MO is like fight club. We don’t talk about it
Marlene: Why do you want Lily to date this boy so much?
Mary: I don’t even know! I normally am a strong advocate for everyone staying single as long as they can, otherwise you end up like me, married and boringly monogamous at a ridiculously young age, but I just feel like they’re supposed to know each other
Mary: Does that make sense?
Marlene: I guess
Marlene: You def got married to young
Mary: Yeah, why did you let me do that
Marlene: Because you and Reggie are soulmates and it made your taxes cheaper
Mary: Right, I forgot about the monetary advantages
Mary: LILY! YOURE BACK! I CAN SEE YOU
Marlene: not for long if you keep yelling at her!
Lily: I’m in class. I’m going to mute you both if you don’t stop.
Marlene: Don’t be jealous, Lily. Mary and I can talk without you if we want
Mary: Yeah, and we can talk about you if we want
Lily: I’m busy this weekend. I’m not going to any party with you
Mary: What are you doing this weekend? I live with you. I know you don’t do shit.
Lily: I DO LOTS OF THINGS
She clicked off the screen and pushed it away again with another huff.
James chuckled. “She’s still not letting up?”
“No,” Lily whispered, as their professor had now started the lecture. “Now she wants me to go to a party he’s throwing with his friends this weekend. I don’t know him or his friends, why do I want to go to their party?”
“I wouldn’t want to go to a party where I don’t know anyone,” James once again, agreed with her and she sat up straighter.
“Exactly! See, why can’t Mary agree with me like you do!”
“She’s probably not trying to get in your good graces.” He said this a bit quieter and Lily bit her tongue.
“And what makes you think you’re not already in my good graces?”
James let out a breathy laugh and pretended as though he was paying attention to the professor. “Alright, but her position in your good graces is probably a lot more secure than mine. If I started needling you to go to a party this weekend and meet new people, then you might just stop talking to me. Our history only goes back a couple weeks.”
“Well before you came in, I was mentally tallying the pros and cons of never speaking to Mary again so, you’re probably right.” She cleared her throat to keep from laughing and then leaned a bit closer to him so she wouldn’t have to talk as loud. “I’m not a stick in the mud or anything, normally I like going out and making new friends, but she’s just being… I don’t know. She never acts like this- I mean she’s always very loud and in your face- but she never wants me to date people!” She shook her head and glared at her phone again.
“Can I ask you something?”
Lily frowned at him, but nodded.
“Do you, uh, have feelings for this girl? For Mary, I mean?”
Lily smiled, pressing her lips together. “I get asked that quite often, actually.” She shook her head. “And I suppose that would be one explanation for why I’m so upset about this. But no, I just don’t like her being pushy. I mean if I did have feelings for her, I’d probably be much more upset about the fact that she’s married than her trying to set me up with someone I don’t know.”
“Married? Okay, I have one more question now.” He brow was knit together. “Is her name Mary MacDonald?”
Lily frowned at him and blinked a few times before she nodded her head. “You know Mary?”
“I play football with Reggie.” His furrowed brow relaxed, and he started smiling. “You know, my mates and I are throwing a party this weekend.”
Lily was still frowning.
“Do you think…” She started but then shook her head because that would be impossibly and ridiculous. “No.” She kept shaking her head. “Maybe,” She looked back at him and bit the tip of her tongue.
“She hasn’t been trying to set me up with anyone,” James put his hands up, “So she might be trying to introduce you to Remus. I doubt it’d be Sirius or Peter. She’s always arguing with Sirius and Peter is a little frightened of her, so they don’t talk much. But she has a couple classes with Remus. Could be him.”
Lily’s frown was still in place and her heart was beating too quickly. “Is Remus hilarious and charming and dorky and sweet?” Her voice was too quiet, but he heard her, and he was smirking.
“Well see, that sounds like me.” But then his hand was in his hair. “But yeah, I suppose Remus is pretty great too.”
“Hold on,” Lily reached out and pulled her phone close, keeping it on the desk so it wasn’t too obvious to any TA who might be looking that she was on her phone.
There were more texts between Mary and Marlene about how difficult Lily could be and how she was such a jealous girl when it came to their friendship and Lily rolled her eyes.
Lily: Hey, quick quesh
Lily: I’m in my lab, sitting next to James Potter and he told me that he plays football with Reggie and that you, Mary, know him and his friends, who are throwing a party this weekend
Lily: Could this mystery guy you’ve been trying to get me to go out with be my lab partner???????
Mary: YOU’RE SITTING NEXT TO HIM! RIGHT NOW!
Lily: YES! WTF MARY? WHAT IS GOING ON?
Mary: Does he know that I’m trying to set the two of you up? I haven’t told him yet, I knew that you would be more difficult to convince
Marlene: Wait, what is going on?
Marlene: Lab boy is the boy Mary wants you to date?
Marlene: How perfect!
Mary: Perfect?
Marlene: Yeah, Lily’s been crushing on lab boy for weeks now
Mary: you fancied someone and you didn’t tell me??
Lily: I don’t fancy him
Lily: I didn’t tell Marlene that I fancy him
Lily: I just sit next to him
Marlene: And stare at his hair
Lily: He’s got really nice hair!
Mary: I KNOW THIS! I WAS TRYING TO SET YOU TWO UP AND NOW I AM VINDICATED BECAUSE YOU’VE ALREADY MET HIM AND YOU FANCY HIM! I WAS RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD ALWAYS LISTEN TO ME.
Lily: Why must you be like this. I’ll talk to you later
Marlene: Yeah! Get it girl!!!
Mary: twirl that hair, flutter those lashes
Lily: LEAVE ME ALONE
She clicked off her screen again and clicked her tongue before turning back to James. “So yeah, she was trying to set me up with you.”
He was looking up at the board, a smirk on his lips.
The both of them took a few minutes to write down some of the notes that they’d missed of the last fifteen minutes or so.
Then he cleared his throat. “So?”
She turned toward her.
“So?”
“Any interest in coming to the party now?” He was still smiling, and his smile was a bit contagious, so she found herself smiling too.
She shifted in her seat. “You know, I might be interested. I mean, you’re not a stranger anymore so I don’t have that excuse anymore.”
“I’m not. And I’m in your good graces.”
“For now.”
“For now.” He agreed and she laughed.
“I can’t believe this.”
“It is quite the coincidence.” James nodded. He laughed quietly and shook his head. “You know, I was going to invite you to the party before you started saying how much you didn’t like going to parties where you didn’t know people.”
“I don’t like being Mary and Reggie’s third wheel- Though Marlene wants to come… wait, you were?”
James nodded, turned back toward her. “Yeah,” He smiled. “Actually, I wanted to start with dinner.”
“I like food.” Lily grinned.
“You do?” James chuckled. “Well were you planning on eating any after class?”
She snorted. “I think so.”
“You think I can take you out? Even though Mary’s been harassing you about me?”
“Fuck Mary.” Lily waved her hand and James laughed. “I’d really like to go out with you.”
She could already hear Mary singing a song about how she was right and now Lily would have to listen to everything she ever said.
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Oath (Reader x Seifer Almasy)
A/N: Seiferrrrr~ You deserve to be happy too TT_TT. I haven’t written for FF8 in forever soooooooooooooooo.... its probably ass but IDC I’LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME.
Everyone had thought it was over, but Hyne was that foolish.
You slowly paced back and forth, stopping every now and then to look out over the futuristic landscape of Esthar. Your body was sore and exhausted from the extensive tests, but you had to know. President Laguna Loire had been a most gracious and supportive host—with the resources available to him, he had helped you find an answer.
A Sorceress. President Loire was just as surprised as you were. The age of Sorceresses was meant to be over—contained. Where had the source of your power come from? You were a Successor, but to who? What would you do now? Once word got out—and it would—there would be no doubt that people would be afraid of you, especially after the events of Ultimecia and the mess that a possessed Edea had caused.
You tried to calm your breathing and rest your forehead on the cold glass of the ceiling-to-floor window. The President had taken the responsibility of contacting the Commander of SeeD to let him know of the situation. No doubt Squall would then tell your friends because all of them had become increasingly worried over your odd behaviour the last few months. Hyne, what would they think? Would they hate you?
And—that meant that Seifer would find out too.
You had always made yourself out to be someone who was strong, who didn’t bother with the opinions of others when you were determined to see something through. It was probably why you and Seifer had clashed so hard when you had first met him—that was until the two of you figured out you were a lot more similar than you had both initially thought.
You were suddenly pulled out of your little brooding session by the sounds of muted yelling from behind the door which suddenly slid open. The President understood that you had likely wanted some time to yourself and left you to your own devices in one of the lookout rooms with guards posted at the door with orders not to let anyone disturb you.
Seifer stood in the doorway looking unimpressed and you could see the guards slumped against the wall nursing mild injuries. You crossed your arms and turned back around. “I’m not here as a prisoner, you idiot, you didn’t have to hurt the guards.”
“Yeah, well, they wouldn’t let me in.” The blond stepped inside and shut the door. “What else was I supposed to do to get inside?” Even without looking at him, you knew he had that confident smirk on his face. You could hear it in his voice.
“You could have asked nicely like a normal person.” You risked a glance in his direction but immediately regretted it as his intense gaze caught yours. You quickly looked away and made to widen the distance as he closed in, but he caught your arm before you could get too far. “The fuck, Almasy—let me go!”
“Then quit acting like a fucking kid!” Seifer pulled you closer and stared you down. You were no shrinking violet, but Seifer’s glare could get anyone to quieten down, not that you wouldn’t put up a fight; you stared back at him with a defiant look of your own. “Do you have any idea how worried the fuckin’ Commander and his little orphanage crew have been? How worried I’ve been?” He let you go when he felt that you wouldn’t try to walk away anymore. “A call or a message would have been nice.”
“I didn’t—” The words died in your throat. You didn’t need to feel any more guilty than you already did. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of how your friends were feeling with your radio silence, but you just couldn’t get them involved while you tried to find things out. “I couldn’t, Seifer. Not until I knew for sure.”
The blond’s gaze softened and he sighed heavily, running a hand through his short hair. There were a million things he wanted to say to you, but he was bad at words when it came to things like this. Brute force wasn’t going to help, not really. He put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him and whatever pathetic string of words he had sewn together turned to wisps.
Why did he have to look at you that way? “Seifer, you don’t have to—” You tried to find the right words. “I’m not going to tiptoe around us anymore. I know we never discussed the idea of an ‘us’, but I think we both know it was—it might have been a thing.” An attraction that the two of you had never explicitly discussed, but it was definitely felt between you. Little private moments of support or in-jokes or vouching for each other when things got rough. What would happen now that you knew that you were a Sorceress?
You placed a hand on the one that was on your shoulder. “You don’t have to support me or stay with me.” It took a lot of strength for you to stay the words you had thought about from the moment you had found out that you were a successor. “You’ve been hurt so many times by this kind of thing—had your name dragged through the mud. You’ve worked far too hard for the past few years to let it happen to you again. If people see you supporting me as a Sorceress, what would they—”
“Oh, come on.” Seifer cut you off suddenly. Your eyes widened as his hands moved to cup your cheeks. “Do I look like a give a fuck what other people think?” You weren’t able to look away as he held your gaze. “Sweetheart, if they wanna hate on this knight for sticking by you, then fuck ‘em.” The blond’s lips twisted into a smirk. “And you know you wouldn’t be able to go this alone even if you wanted to. D’you really reckon the goody-two-shoes squad wouldn’t hunt you down?”
You laughed weakly, feeling your eyes sting a little with telltale tears. “I’m really, really scared, Seifer.” You took a shaky breath, “So scared.”
It looked like Seifer had wanted to say something, but gave up. Instead, he pulled you forward and pressed his lips hard to yours. “I’ll be with you.” He relented just enough to tell you. “You won’t be alone and I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll be your knight.”
Stupid, stupid Seifer. You adored him and his bullheadedness. You adored his cocky, confident style and his loyalty to you. “Please don’t leave me alone, Seifer.” You closed your eyes and tentatively pressed your lips to his in response. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I just don’t want you to hate me.”
The blond quietly laughed. “I don’t usually kiss people I hate, just FYI.” Well, he had you there. He pressed one final, lingering kiss on your lips, one that felt like an action to seal the deal. “We should probably get ready to meet Squall.” Seifer felt you tense slightly from the idea. “I’ll be with you, don’t worry.”
You took a deep breath and nodded. Like Seifer had said, you wouldn’t be able to run, but it would be okay. You had your knight by your side and you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, just as you wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
Maybe there was one upside to being a Sorceress after all.
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Crash // Maynard Brothers
Word Count: 1842
Summary- You get into a car crash, and suddenly your twin starts acting weird.
Warnings; car crash, mention of a coma, & swears? (don’t actually remember, this was written in like a 3 day span and I can’t be bothered to check.)
A/n; I thought I’d try a different writing style, tell me what you think?? Also I’m lowkey really happy with this one, but at the same time, I’m not. Idk. Let me know your thoughts.
Requested; Yes.
req; Is it ok if you do an imagine with jack? It takes place post car accident (with both reader and jack in the car, without jack, either is fine. You can even write the accident if you wanted idc) and he is TERRIFIED of you getting anywhere near a car? It's ok if you can't, I know it's a lot XD
*ITALIC WRITING- FLASHBACK
*NORMAL- PRESENT
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“Can you pick up some Nando’s on the way home?” Jack asked, his voice playing through the car’s speakers. “Sure thing Jack.” You said, your eyes not moving off the road. You were thankful cars had Bluetooth, especially for calls. It made everything so easy. “Anything in particular you wan-” You began to say, but were cut off by a huge smashing sound, glass flying and the world spinning rapidly, before you hit your head and everything went black.
You shot up out of your bed, drenched in sweat. You had tears rolling down your cheeks, and you were panting heavily. You mentally cursed yourself for still shaking at the thought of that day. It still haunted you like a fresh wound; as if it were only yesterday. Even if for half of that period you weren’t awake, it was still hard to believe. You expected it to scar you, but you didn’t think it would be quite like this.
Beep. Beep. Beep. “Please, Y/N, please..” You faintly heard, the sound familiar, but indistinguishable. “I need you, please..” You groaned, the bright light nearly blinding you as you peeled open your eyes. The room you found yourself in was unfamiliar, ugly light yellow walls surrounding you and very bright long lights stretched across the ceiling. You weren’t sure where you were, but you knew it wasn’t your room.
The crash. Thankfully, no one got hurt. No one else, anyway. The truck that hit you spun out of control and smashed into the side of your car. You were in a coma for a month. Or so you were told. You struggled to wrap your head around the situation. A whole month. A whole month you were in complete darkness. It felt like mere hours, the distant beeps you now know was the heart monitor, a noise in the background of the dark abyss you found yourself in.
You rubbed your eyes. When you raised it, your arm felt slightly restricted, and you looked down, you realized there were IVs in your arm and hand. “What the..” You whispered, throat sore. “Where am I?” You rasped, as if you hadn’t spoken in weeks. “Y/N?” You looked up at the sound of a voice, your blue eyes meeting the concerned, yet relieved ones of your twin. “Jack?” You whispered, unable to speak fully with your dry, sore throat. Jack looked stunned, but shook his head, jumping up suddenly, running to the door and throwing it open. “Doctor! Nurse! She’s awake!” He called out to the room, and a bunch of people crowded in.
You shook your head. You knew you weren’t the only one who was suffering. For you, it was terrifying; and the worst part was; you didn’t even see it coming. You only felt the impact; mentally, and physically. Jack, on the other hand, was taking it harder than you. You couldn’t imagine what he’d been through in the last month. You on one hand, were trapped in the abyss of nothing, unknowing of time or anything around you. Jack had to spend every day, waiting agonizingly for his other half to wake up, praying she would come back. Praying you would come back. Maybe you would know, but he refused to look at you, let alone talk to you.
“Hello, dear. I’m a doctor. You’re in the hospital. Can you tell me your name, some facts about you and the last thing you remember?” A man told/asked you. “My name is Y/N Maynard, I’m 22 years old, and I have a twin brother named Jack, and older brother named Conor and a younger sister named Anna. Last I remember is driving my car and a loud crashing sound.” You said, slightly confused. The doctor smiled, though it was bittersweet, you didn’t know why. That’s when the news came. “You’ve been in a coma for a month, Y/N.”
Jack was always a very secluded person. He liked his feelings to stay his; to keep things to himself. Always, ever since you were a kid, you were his only exception. You were the one he’d go to for everything, from girl problems to anxiety attacks, you were his rock. Now, you felt like you were missing your other half. Jack had shut himself from not only you, but everyone. All his friends were worried, Conor was worried. You weren’t worried. You were absolutely terrified.
After the news, the doctors left, and you were sitting in silence. The door creaked, and in walked several sets of footsteps. The watery eyes of Conor, Anna, your mum and dad met your own, and a smile illuminated your face. “Hi.” You croaked, and they all ran over, squishing you in a Maynard hug. Except one. “Where’s Jack?” You asked, the pain evident in your groggy voice. “He said he needed time.” Conor whispered, tucking your hair behind your ears and scanning your face, as if unbelieving you were awake. “I’m sorry.” Conor said, he knew how much you wanted your twin, and he wasn’t there.
“Jack. Let me in.” You pleaded, banging on his door. “No.” He said, and you distinctively heard his voice crack. “Jack please..” “Leave me alone, Y/N!” He yelled, clearly annoyed. “No, Jack! Stop whatever this is! I want to know why you’ve shut me out since I got back! You didn’t even visit me in the hospital for god's sake!” You screamed, and the door swung open.
“Why not?” You asked, wanting to know at least a decent reason Jack wasn’t here. Conor looked at your parents, as if asking if he should tell you. They look to each other, unsure. Anna steps up to your bed, and only then did you notice the tears running down her cheeks. “He thinks it’s his fault.” She whispered, choking back a sob. You took in a sharp breath, completely stunned by the news.
“You wanna know why I wasn’t there? One month, Y/N! An entire month without my sister, without you! I watched you for weeks, sitting in absolute silence! I talked to you, and you didn’t reply! The doctors said you could’ve died! By the way things were going, I thought you already were dead! What the hell would I have done then? I need you! You’re the better half of me, and I’m scared, alright? I’m scared of losing you!” Jack screamed, and you fell silent. You quickly realized the tears running down his already stained cheeks, his eyes red and puffy from crying.
“How would it be his fault? That doesn’t make sense..” You stuttered, your heart rate increasing. “Relax, relax, Y/N.” Your mom said, stroking your forehead gently. “You were on the phone with him when you were driving, yeah?” Anna asked, and Conor looked about ready to pull her out of the room. He stepped forward, presumably to do so, but you cut him off. “Yeah..” You answered, and suddenly, it all made sense.
“Jack..” You whispered, tears blurring your own sight. “No! I spent a month talking to your limp body. I prepared myself for the worst. I shut out everyone because all I wanted was you. I wanted my twin. You weren’t there, and it was all my fault!” He sobbed, and you ran over engulfing him in a hug. He tensed, but let his arms swing around your torso and pull you close. “I was so scared, Y/N..” He whimpered, and you realized just how hard this must’ve been for him.
“He thinks he distracted me because he was talking to me on the phone? He thinks I crashed because of that?” You asked, your voice cracking. None of your family answered, but Conor was giving Anna a look, as to say ‘you’ve fucked up.’ She backed away slightly, an apologetic look in her eyes. “Sorry.” She muttered, mainly to Conor. “B-but, I didn’t even crash! The truck ran into me!” You said, trying desperately to make an excuse for Jack not to feel guilty. You failed.
“Jack, I’m right here. I didn’t die. It’s not your fault, you know? The truck hit me, not the other way around.” You said, pulling him back to be face to face with his. “I was calling you, I was still distracting you from the road. It was my fault.” He stuttered, trying to control the seemingly endless stream of tears. “Jack, it’s fine. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re both fine. It was not your fault, okay? I promise.” You said, and he broke down, sobbing into your shoulder.
“I want to see him.” You said, looking at your family. They all gave each other looks. Anna gestured for Conor to speak, as besides Jack, you were the closest with him. He ran a hand through his hair; a nervous tick of his. He stepped forward, looking down at you sadly.You could see up close, he had tears blurring his eyes, and you knew the news wouldn’t be good. “Y/N.. He doesn’t want to see you.” Conor said, softly.
“The Uber is here.” You muttered, rubbing his back soothingly. “No!” Jack exclaimed, grabbing you tighter. You frowned, confused. “Jack, why not? We have to go to Conor’s.” You said, looking into his eyes. “W-what… what if we crash?” He stutters, nervously. “Jack, we won’t. What happened to me was a rare occasion. It won’t happen again. I won’t leave you again, okay? This time, you’ll be there for me too, right?” You told him, and he nodded.
“How could he not want to see me! This is ridiculous!” You cried, tears running down your face. Your family smiled sadly. “He’s been here for a month, Y/N. He thought you were going to die.” Anna blurted, being shushed once again by the eldest Maynard child. “Did you all think that?” You asked, vulnerably. Conor frowned. “We didn’t know what to think, Y/N. For all we knew, you could’ve already been dead.” “But I’m not.” You defended, saddened by the thought your twin didn’t want to see you. “We know, and he knows too. He’s just scared you wouldn’t be.” Your dad said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly. “It was a bit of a shock for us all.”
“Now let’s go before we get a complaint from our driver.” You teased, and he wiped his red eyes. “I look like shit.” He said, looking at his reflection in his phone camera. “You always do. Come onnn!” You said, pulling his arm. He looked at you in mock offense, storming off in front of you. He took off into a run, calling back “Last one there is a rotten egg!” You laughed at the childish nature of your twin, but you were glad he was back to normal, and you’d much prefer him like this than have him shut you out at all. “I win, Y/N!” Even if he was an annoying twin, he was your annoying twin, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
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Reasons Why #201-250
201. You tried to teach Dan about how prostitute is a slur, and seeing you care about something I care about was actually so amazing. I honestly almost cried a little bit, but I couldn’t because drugs. If I had been sober or just drunk though, I would have cried
202. Alex always says that you change personalities completely and smile more when I’m around, and if that’s not the most adorable thing, then I don’t know what is
203. Okay yeah I’m mega overwhelmed right now about everything surrounding Coachella, but the only thing keeping me from having a full on panic attack over this is the fact that I know that no matter what happens I’m going to have a good time because I’m going to be there with you
204. You offer to put my things in your pockets at concerts and festivals, which is beyond helpful, especially since I apparently don’t know how the pockets in a camelbak work
205. You always keep snacks around your house for me or let me grab snacks at the grocery store that I can actually eat (and also Cheese Nips), which is fab because I can’t eat normal people things
206. I feel like most of the time when I’m filling out the gratitude section in my planner I end up writing in something about you
207. You drove us home from Coachella when I made the dumb decision to only sleep for an hour the night before, and then you didn’t get mad at me for sleeping for half of the time
208. You always offered to walk me back to my campsite, which I definitely wasn’t going to allow you to do because it was so far, but it was a really sweet gesture
209. I really did kinda try to start a minor fight over the group message thing, and you just apologized. You just didn’t even let me start the fight. Wow. But also wow thanks
210. You added me to the group message after I complained about it, which didn’t matter at all because nobody said anything in it after that, but it was nice
211. You reminded me to bring my Coachella ticket. Oh my god I was really going to leave without my ticket. What is wrong with me?
212. For the most part, we wanted to see the same people play at Coachella, and I really don’t mind compromising on things like this, but the fact that I didn’t have to was also amazing
213. You stuck around with Lauren and me when she was dealing with her coke sadness and having her credit card information stolen and her identity compromised, and you really could have just gone off and done your own thing, but you stayed, and that was really nice
214. You weren’t having a great time on acid, but you still dealt with me saying things like “I kinda want to die” and “I just feel really sorry for everyone who isn’t me right now.”
215. When I really wanted to go home, the home that I was thinking of was your home, and I’m going to be lame really quick and quote one of my favorite songs from like middle school(?) anyway.. It says “If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are.” I used to sing along to that all the time, and I would hope that someday I would feel that way about someone, and I finally do. I finally understand the feeling behind that song lyric, and I’ve been dreaming of that feeling since middle school
216. I never have to worry about being honest with you about things. If I want to leave or if I feel weird or uncomfortable, I can just tell you
217. You don’t get weird when I let guys hit on me so that I can get free stuff
218. You don’t get weird about guys hitting on me in general. This has always been a problem I’ve had in past relationships, and considering it’s something that’s out of my control, it’s really nice that I don’t have to worry about getting in trouble over it
219. You make me feel better when I’m literally crying because I’m afraid of one of my teachers
220. I now associate Philz coffee with seeing you because I only really go when I’m in Berkeley, so now no matter where or when I get Philz it just tastes better because it makes me think of you. I know that probably sounds lame, but idc
221. I’ve stolen some of my favorite songs from your playlists, which means that on top of the fact that these songs are great, they make me think of you when I hear them, and that makes them even better
222. I’m not sure if this really counts, but it should count. I feel like the universe had some sort of master plan by putting our six month anniversary on Cal Day because that’s cute af and also v coincidental
223. You were really able to pump me up enough to take shots while power walking through the desert to the entrance to Coachella. That sounds like the worst thing ever. Plastic vodka mixed with heat mixed with exercise, but it was cool because it was with you
224. You will literally just toss compliments around in our conversations for no reason. For. No. Reason. It’s sweet though
225. The only thing I ever really have to be annoyed with you about is how often you compliment me. There really isn’t anything bad about you. Wow
226. I always feel like whenever you take acid you’re going to have some sort of realization that you don’t like me anymore, but you don’t. And I don’t know whether or not it’s on purpose, but you always seem to be much more reassuring about your feelings towards me the next day, and that’s really nice
227. You keep offering to help me pay for things, including formal, and that’s super super not necessary, but it is nice knowing that you’re willing to help
228. You don’t get weird about me hanging out with your friends without you, and it’s super weird to me that that is even possible. I spend so much time at your house, so obviously I’m gong to develop friendships with other people who live there or hang out there all the time, and you’re okay with this, and you don’t think I’m trying to steal your friends
229. We can do our own things, and that’s okay. I didn’t feel like you were going to get mad at me for doing something else while you were still at Chi Psi playing beer die, which is great because I suck at beer die
230. You have given me the gift of littles. My littles are my pride and joy, and I wouldn’t have Sachin or Ken without you. Wow
231. You ate my egg off of my avocado toast for me. This is a good relationship. I can eat the pickles off of your sandwiches at Chick-fil-a, and you can eat the eggs off of my toast. I couldn’t think of a better trade
232. You don’t make fun of me or get weirded out when I cry about little things that I shouldn’t cry about like a joke about us breaking up. I still don’t know why that really made me cry. I’m weak
233. You helped me get my EDC ticket for cheaper than I was planning on getting it for by asking Max to sell his to me. You’re a gem because I’m broke right now
234. You got me started on these stupid facebook games, and I don’t know if this is good or bad because I’m wasting my day, but also it’s kinda entertaining
235. You listen to the songs that I send you. It would be super easy for you to just pretend that you like them and lie to me, but you don’t do that, and it probably helps that we like the same music, but it’s still nice
236. This is going to sound corny af, but I used to listen to love songs and think that the people writing or singing them or whatever were just singing about this made up fantasy love that couldn’t be real at all, and I just thought they were sad and dumb and whatever, but now I like them. So thanks for making these songs make sense. I feel like there’s a whole new world of music I can participate in now
237. You’re fucking adorable at concerts/shows/festivals. Adorable. More than normal, which I didn’t think as possible
238. Okay maybe I’m overstepping some boundary here (but we never set a boundary for this, so I feel like I’m totally allowed to be doing this) but some of my favorite people in my life are in it because of you. I really do love your friends, and obviously I can’t imagine a version of my life without you in it, but I also can’t imagine a version of my life without them in it. So I know I’ve made a few points on this list about your friends already, but they (and you) are just all really cool people, and I’m glad they (and you) are in my life
239. You’re the same way as I am about sharing things, and I just really appreciate the people in my life who share things because I just feel like it’s a good character trait
240. I’m not sure if this belongs on the list or not, but I’m putting it here and also probably making a separate post about it. I lowkey understand where Irlanda is coming from as a crazy ex now because like.. I’m not saying I would attack any future girlfriend you might have (okay but I also hope you never have any future girlfriends besides me sorry) on social media, but I totally get why she’s so upset. I would def be super sad if I ever lost you. It makes sense
241. When I was talking to Stephen in his room on Cal Day I was genuinely able to say that you were the best thing that could have happened to me in the past year, and I’m so happy that you came into my life via Stephen
242. When I wake up craving fries, we get fries. Amazing. Wow. Little things
243. I absolutely love the video of you that I keep adding to. Like I smile just thinking about it, so it’s obviously very important to me that I keep adding to it, but I forget to take videos of all of the stuff we do or I’ll only take one or two because I’m having so much fun with you that I forget about the fact that I want to keep adding to my video, but like I’m not complaining. This is def a good thing
244. We keep doing things that are fun enough to be worth adding to the video. Obviously I’m going to have fun no matter what we’re doing because I’m spending time with you, but I really do feel like every week there’s a new adventure or a new thing to do
245. You don’t hate on my weird gluten free snacks, and you actually eat them with me. This is rad. I feel like less of a problem when you can also enjoy my food
246. Adding on to the last one, I feel like you’re always trying to make sure that there will be something that I can eat whenever we go out somewhere, which normally I don’t care about because I’m going out to eat something that tastes good not something that makes me feel good, but it’s still a really nice gesture, and I appreciate it
247. You’ve started to text me good morning fairly often, which is really sweet. It’s also nice because most of the time I want to text you when I wake up, but that’s usually at least a couple hours before I expect you to be up, so I try not to unless I have something that I feel like I really need to say to you right then
248. You always apologize to me during coke talks because I tend to listen much more than I talk, and this is super not necessary because even though I don’t always look like it, I’m definitely having a good time just listening to what everybody is saying. But it’s still sweet that you notice that I’m not participating and try to make sure I’m still solid
249. I never feel like I’ve run out of things to talk about with you, and we’re always talking. I just feel like I could have a conversation about literally anything, and it would be fine because I’m talking to you
250. I know I made a post about this already on one of my other tumblrs, but I don’t know how often you check any of my tumblrs, and it really is worth its own number on the list anyway, but it’s really soft, so I’m gonna need you to not make fun of me for this one or be like omg Michaela what’s wrong with you because I don’t know honestly, okay? But anyway.. I really felt like loving anyone after Tony was impossible or at least ultimately going to ruin my idea of love even more because comparing any potential new love to what I believed was an ideal love (only because there was no time for it to ruined by one of us) just wouldn’t be fair. But this just feels different, and maybe it’s because I grew up thinking that all love was abusive, and you’re just supposed to choose the one that hurts the least, but idk. I just don’t even feel like I can compare how I feel now to how I’ve ever felt with someone before, and like yeah I know it’s only been six months, but it’s been a long six months for me, and okay this honestly was a lot to put all into just one number on the list, and I feel like it may or may not make sense, and there’s definitely some rambling going on here, and there are a lot of feelings here, and you don’t have to feel the same way or anything, but yeah okay that’s all for 250.
On that note, I’m going to start a new post when I continue the list so that I don’t have to be reminded of #250 and all of my feelings the next time I want to add to the list okay ty goodbye
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Hi guys! It’s @yaboynez here. I wasn’t going to get into this, mostly because it’s extremely petty and the one person fueling this is slowly cracking and showing everyone their true face, so I don’t think I need to do much before karma comes back around, but I’ll send this in. And according to Natalia, a lot of people talk about me behind my back? If it helps at least one person see the truth, whether it’s about me, or someone else involved, then that’ll make me happy.
It’s about to get real lengthy up in this bitch, so grab ya ass some tea and get cozy.
I never forced myself into any argument between Hunter and Lars. I have my opinions on them, and usually they’re valid ones (like how hypocritical it is for one trans person to misgender another trans person and then expect people to respect their decision and NOT misgender them– and then lie about ever doing it). I don’t really know where I forced myself into their arguments, but trust me when I didn’t want jack shit to do with it. I think they should have stayed out of each others’ lives. I actually find it funny that Hunter spent all that time trashing Lars and actively going out of his way to continue to slander someone’s name, just to end up with them again. I don’t think you would talk so badly of someone if you truly cared about them. I know Lars has done bad things but damn? DAMN. How do you go from misgendering someone and trying to get everyone to dislike a person, to dating them again and defending them when someone brings up a small altercation with them? It’s just weird to me, that anyone would put so much effort into hating someone and trying to get others to hate a person that they would just go back. Like that. I don’t really care if there’s proof of me somehow forcing myself into any arguments, because I’m 100% sure I never did that.
I don’t need to know the full story to have my opinion. In the three or so months now? Maybe? That I’ve known Lars, there have been ups and downs. He’s definitely done things ic and ooc that made me want to be done with him, shit I didn’t want to put up. I had a lot of heated arguments with him where I felt more assholish than I honestly think I should have been, where I repeatedly told him we wouldn’t ship, moments where I told him I didn’t even want to be friends ooc anymore. But the thing about Lars is, he usually comes back and realizes that he’s done something wrong. And when he does, he seems genuine in wanting to make things better. During this time, he’s made improvements with me, how he acts around me, with some minor hiccups here and there. But it’s not as bad as it was that first month. In all the time that I’ve known him, I haven’t seen him be all that malicious either. I think he’s told me not to trust Natalia, and hell maybe he even said not to trust Hunter at some point? But those conversations were brief and more of a “hey friend, I care about you so I feel like you shouldn’t trust them”.
In the month or so? Maybe a little more than that, that I’ve known him, I’ve seen more bad things about Hunter than anything else. Before even meeting him all I knew about him was that he continuously talked shit about Lars. Which I didn’t judge him for initially because based on what I’d heard, they hat a tumultuous relationship that definitely went sour and I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. And upon meeting him I had no real qualms, he seemed okay. We didn’t really talk until his muse, Tem, gave Eumae a second chance to try things with him. It was after that when we got close. Our muses started to talk to each other and there was an instant connection, too great to ignore. Hours after the movie we watched together, Hunter expressed to me that he didn’t actually want to ship with Natalia anymore and that he was guilted into it by her. He said his muse no longer had the desire to be faithful to her, which was evident in what happened on rabbit. I struggled knowing this information, because I wanted to talk to Natalia, but I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news. I just tried my best to tell Hunter that he should be honest about it with her. I don’t think he was until shit hit the fan that she found out though, or maybe he told her and that’s why everything melted down the way it did. But I may have been the one who ended up saying honestly. Who knows, I don’t know what was said between them that day.
Hunter has shown me that he’s two-faced in the way he treated Natalia, who he has already crawled back to. Something he claims of me for what I said to him about Natalia. I’m sorry I didn’t word everything the exact same way the multiple times I spoke to her, but that doesn’t mean I hid anything from her? I may not have said it all right away, but I definitely had multiple conversations where I showed Natalia I was discontent with her and all the reasons why, if not all at once then over time.
Because honestly talking to Natalia about anything unpleasant with her is really hard, she’s not… it’s hard to talk to her earnestly about my feelings when I know that she’s going to be cold and distant and not really care about it. I have expressed my main points to her but even the times where I said I was going to explain everything from the start I chickened out because I didn’t want to have her look me dead in the eyes and be like yeah idc I’m not sorry. But, she knew the gist of how I felt, even if I didn’t go into detail. I guess I should have, then none of this would have happened and there would have been no reason for any of this to have happened today.
I find it funny that I’m being called a hypocrite too, because here’s the thing. Hunter decided to not trust me and ship with me, because of the negative things I said about Natalia while she spoke negatively of me and basically told me to fuck off and I found out everyone elses’ stories about what went down with her. Things I had every right to say, things that anyone in that situation might say when they find out their best friend has possibly lied to their face about everything just about. I was pissed and hurt and angy that I spent so much defending someone who would just straight up go behind my back like that. He didn’t trust me because he was afraid I would talk behind his back. Yet– he was talking… behind my back… to his friends? He shaded me on the TL and his friends all replied knowing EXACTLY what it was about ?? On top of that, he’s talked mad shit about Lars behind his back, yet took him back. However, me saying negative things because Natalia had hurt me and I felt like I was seeing her in a new light, but then the idea of me and her suddenly going back to normal and being friends, is enough for him to worry and stop talking to me. Hunter actually made an assumption at that point, because when I posted asking for someone to get her to message me, we weren’t okay yet. I wanted to finish the conversation we had. I wanted to know where she and I stood, if we were going to work things out.
And the thing is it never really became okay. This whole time I’ve felt extremely negative feelings towards her because of her hypocritical actions and knowing she went behind my back to talk shit just made it even worse.
As for emotionally manipulating and invalidating feelings? This is really funny because at least one of these asks is Hunter, and the other one might be Natalia. Hunter seems to have sent the one about invalidating feelings, which is really funny. It hadn’t even been a week yet but we saw each other basically every day. We spoke pretty much the whole time he was here, whenever he was here. We watched a lot of rom coms together and plotted shit. It was a lot of fun. Our muses were supposed to go on a date one night and I made sure I had time for it. But he didn’t show up that night. He wasn’t there when I went to bed. I think he was gone for over 24 hours and at this point I was a little worried because it wasn’t like him to disappear that long, or at least as far as I knew. My concern had more to do with hoping he was okay and not that he hadn’t shown up. When he did finally show up, he said something but I don’t remember what it was at this point, nothing memorable. I was just happy to see him again and know he was okay. I think he sort of explained that he was exhausted or something, but it wasn’t anything major.
The next couple of days, he was there around his usual times, but when he was, he wouldn’t answer any of our chats, not the ic ones or the ooc one, illit or lit. He wouldn’t respond to anything I mentioned him in, even the cute things. He wouldn’t talk to me even if we were both on the tl posting and talking to our friends. I was busy around this time so I didn’t spend a whole time looking at the ACTUAL TL, just my notifications and going to certain twitters to check up on certain people. The next couple of days, that’s how I found out he had actually been online for a good while talking to the rest of his friends. The first time I said anything his excuse was not always being in the mood to talk or being spaced out, not noticing things, etc. I was like okay cool I’ll just try hard to get your attention when it’s just you spacing out or whatever. No biggie. The way he spoke to me was a little ?? I don’t know, it’s like he was telling me to shut up I’m being unreasonable or something. It was the second time I think he mentioned his disease or whatever that basically means he’s in pain all the time, and sometimes it’s too bad to reply. So at this point I was like OHHHHH WOW OKAY I GOT YOU, THANKS FOR TELLING ME !!! Having him actually be fully honest and tell me why he may not be here or reply to dms or some shit, that made sense. I understand. My mom has fibromyalgia and I don’t know what my deal is, maybe I just work too much, but I’m in constant pain and forever exhausted, so it’s not like I was going to be like IDC REPLY TO ME.
My issue though is how he would say he couldn’t keep track of things because he spaced out or was in pain, but with his other friends he seemed to do just fine? Still I bit my tongue because Hunter had already sort of made me feel bad for wondering why he wouldn’t talk to me. I feel like if your muse is interested in another muse, and supposedly dating, that probably means when you’re around, you’re gonna want to them talk right? Like I’m not crazy in thinking that? Because why would your muse be involved with someone you don’t feel like speaking to when you get here? But he always found a way to invalidate my feelings so I never spoke about it much. If something was going on he had some excuse for it, and even though he didn’t want sympathy for his disease he sure liked to use it as an excuse for why he didn’t notice me anywhere despite talking to others.
I haven’t done anything to be emotionally manipulative to anyone, and it’s really frustrating that I have to be called all of these things when all I’ve wanted to do the last few months is rebuild my muse’s life after dealing with shitty person after shitty person. I just got him to the point of letting go what his ex and ex best friend did to him, which took way longer than it should have honestly. All I want is for my muse to be happy and have good friends and be around good people. And it’s fucking annoying that I have to be in this situation.
The good thing in all of this, that makes me feel better, is no one has turned on me beyond Hunter and Natalia. At least, not that I know of. Not the friends I speak to regularly. I think they all see the truth here. I have neve been perfect. I have fucked up and did bad things, I’ve tried my best to make up for them despite some people not wanting any of that. My muse is extremely emotional and can be petty, and it affects me too, often times. I’ve done things that might be hypocritical, yes, but it’s nothing I won’t own up to. And a lot of people are seeing that even though I have my issues, I’m doing my best to work on them. I’ve gotten really far in the last few months and I’m proud of myself because I’m finally salvaging a muse I love dearly, instead of letting toxic people ruin him for me.
Anyone who takes the time to really get to know me or my muse, knows how kind and giving I am. I’ve offered so many times to pay for people to see doctors, I’ve offered to pay bills, I’ve sent people gifts for their birthdays spent 80 bucks on them to never see a dime or even really hear from them for long afterwards. If someone here was suddenly homeless and needed a roof over their head I would come and help them if I could. I was raised in the midwest/south, in the city but with a country mentality where no one’s a stranger and everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves. I have done my best to make sure both myself and my muse are very transparent, as is probably the most important thing when having a very flirtacious muse where a lot of other muses can get their feelings involved. I have done my best to make sure that nothing I say is a lie, to look at everyone and make my own opinions of them despite how much everyone likes to try and convince you otherwise. I have made as much as an effort as I can to talk to the people who seem lonely because I know how they feel and I want them to have a friend. I think that despite the flaws I still have, my kindness shows and so does my sincerity. Things that aren’t very valued here by many, which is okay.
I don’t care what anyone thinks. If people want to believe the shit that’s going to be flying from someone’s mouth from here on out, that’s okay. If you’re the type of person to let others make your opinions then I’m better off. The thing is I’m done letting people walk all over me and tell me who I am and what I feel, or how I should express how I feel. I think that in the end people are going to see everyone for who they really are, and while I’ve made a fool out of myself and definitely been in the wrong before, that doesn’t change my true colors. But for some of you time is running out and more people are seeing it every day.
Hunter, move on with your life. You already have so much shit to deal with, your ooc life isn’t something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy and I sincerely feel like you could spend your time doing something more pleasant. You don’t trust me, okay whatever, so move on. I just hope from now on you’re more honest with people, and that you treat people you love with the kind of respect they deserve. And if someone isn’t good to you, you should move the fuck on and find someone who does. Karma tends to take care of everyone who deserves it, so keep that in mind and focus on doing you instead of being shady about others. If you want people to be sympathetic about how much you were abused in your relationship supposedly, then don’t abuse others in return. Being abused does not give you the right to be abusive in return, it just puts you on the same level as your abuser, and the people who support you won’t be so quick to do it anymore when the truth comes out and they see the things you’ve done. I wouldn’t call you out if I didn’t know personally some of the things you’ve done, based on my own experience I hadn’t even shared yet. But to hear the same thing coming from someone else’s mouth, that really set it in stone for me.
Anyway nobody probably gonna read this but HEY HERE WE GO. If you got shit to say, talk to me privately. Otherwise I’m not gonna respond.
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My Family (Rant #002)
I did a big rant over my in-laws, now it’s time to roast my family (not literally o.O) Been a lot of tension lately.
First, my mom. Her offense isn’t that bad so I’ll start off easy. One of my cats has been running outside. For over 2 years he’s been an inside only cat because we lived by the road, plus I’d rather have my cats inside at all times due to all the dangers,diseases, etc. But anyways, it’s not her fault he got out,but I’m afraid she’s going to eventually start letting him out because she tried to justify him getting out by “it wouldn’t really hurt. there’s hardly no traffic here” Hmm, what about the fact he could get lost, get attacked and severely hurt or killed by other cats and animals, could get infected by something, or he could still get ran over since there is still traffic. He’s also a very trusting and loving cat so somebody could easily catnap him. :’( I’m just hoping it doesn’t come to her letting him out on purpose. My husband is very upset about this possibility.
Now, my sister. She’s 11 years older than me, married, has a child and lives an hour away, yet she still feels smothering. She treats me more like a parent than my sister. She’s always giving these “helpful” suggestions and tries to control my life. Just recently she posted a job opening on my FB timeline for all to see. If she had just messaged it to me I wouldn’t care, but I hate that she makes these things public and it doesn’t help that my mother-in-law saw it and liked it. >_< I changed my settings so that I have to approve posts before they get posted on my timeline. I know she’s trying to be helpful, but honestly it just makes me feel more stressed and backed into a corner. I don’t like people trying to tell me what to do or rather, what they think I should be doing. Yes, I do need a job, but usually the ones people suggest are terrible. She did this job (Amazon Customer Rep.) and hated it and was always miserable so why the Hell would I want to do it? She’s always doing this with jobs. She also always suggests me and my husband get a job at the same place since we “could probably get the same shift and ride together” lol most places would rather not hire couples, and if they do they most definitely avoid giving them the same shift. Idk what goes through her mind or anybody’s mind for that matter. I just hate that I know she means well by it. sigh
Now, onto the bigger issue. My dad. To put it mildly, he’s a baby. He doesn’t know how to take care of himself (not literally, he’s just lazy when it comes to domestic stuff). He barely knows how to cook anything since he never tries it’s always up to somebody else. He never cleans anything ever. My whole life I honestly don’t think I ever saw him pick up a mop or broom. He’s washed dishes and done laundry a handful of times, but that’s it. So if you read the previous rant, you know our living situation.
To recap: My husband I got too poor to live on our own so we had to move in with my parents.
We’re just trying to coexist with my parents without being in the way and trying to maintain our way of living which usually involves fixing our own meals (with food we bought), doing our normal activities like watching TV, and keeping our stuff clean. I’ll admit, we’ve been a little lazy when it comes to the litterboxes, but everything else we take care of.
Okay, so my dad has basically become a scavenger. He’s always lurking around, trying to find food. He gets moody if we fix ourselves food and we don’t fix him anything. Like, most of the stuff we fix is small servings only enough for us or stuff he doesn’t even like. I hate feeling like I’m obligated to give him our food or have to cook for him. LIke, they can fix food for themselves and I couldn’t care less, but it’s like if we dont’ offer to cook enough for everybody then we’re greedy. ???
Okay, we have no income and are relying on foodstamps to get our food. My parents always exhaust their stamps 2.5 weeks after having theirs. When we got ours my dad made a list of stuff to get for him and it was expensive shit. We’ve used like 1/3 of our stamps on them and we’re already half out of our stamps even though it’s only been a week. Normally our stamps last 1 month and we have carry over, but I don’t foresee that happening this time. I don’t care to help them out, but to me they’re the ones being greedy by requesting name brand stuff or things that are like $6 and only enough for like 1 meal. We’ve bought them pop/soda/coke (whichever you prefer to call it) 3 times already, namebrand pop too. And everytime we need to go to the store to get something it feels like an obligation to get them something too cause if we don’t and we come back my dad just kind of stares at is and tension rises.
But back to the scavenging thing. He literally lingers around when we fix food. Take yesterday for an example. We fixed ourselves each 1 hot pocket (1 box). That’s all I ate. But my dad stopped in the living room where we were eating and just stood there, made one casual comment asking us what time we were going out, then just stared like we were supposed to share our food. LIke wtf, it was microwave food, not a fancy meal. And after we got back from the in-law dinner, we brought back leftover stuff, i offered up some breadsticks and the 2 pieces of pizza and my dad was like “I could eat a bite” in a snarky way that suggested he was entitled to the food my husband’s family bought. And based on the counter and stove (2 used skillets, 3-4 bowls with stuff still in them) my mom had fixed a big dinner recently, yet he acted like he was starving. Starving for our stuff. We also had a valentine’s day gift from my husband’s mom. nothing fancy just 2 small boxes of chocolate, some sweethearts, & a card. We had it on the counter/island thing that has a view from the living room to kitchen. Apparently my dad started snooping around in it right after opening the fridge a couple times. I’m sorry, but were we supposed to give him our gift? idk, to him probably. each candy box only had 4 pieces of candy in it so idk what he expected. This is the bad part, my husband had a sandwich from the restaurant we ate at that he wanted to save for the next day. I literally had to put the box on the top back shelf and cover it with other stuff so my dad wouldn’t end up eating it. This morning he was doing the look in the fridge thing so yeah good thing we did that. Also a couple nights ago we made a pizza at home, just a medium one, not too big & a thin&crispy one at that. I purposelly left 2 pieces because I know how he is. But I forgot to offer it to him before my husband and I sat down to watch tv. I heard my mom ask him if he wanted it. I didn’t really hear what he said, but it sounded something like “they didn’t ask me about it” and she’s like “it’s just laying in there” and he’s like “i don’t want it” so during a commercial i asked if he wanted it and he just shook his head no, then he finally was like “I guess I’ll take it” how babyish can you be? You’re a grown ass man so act like it.
Thankfully they get their foodstamps in 2 days so the burden/obligation to buy them food will be gone. At least until they spend all theirs in 2 weeks on stuff that doesn’t last. As I said, Idc to help them, but I don’t appreciate when my help turns into them (mainly my dad) taking advantage of us. And I can’t say anything because than he would try to turn it around on me and say i’m the one who’s wrong in this then he would get all pissy and go pout. That’s what he does if somebody argues with him. he’ll lay in his bedroom all day, not talking to anybody or doing anything. (He did this a week ago, lasted like 3 days. never figured out what was wrong)
So basically everything is shitty with our families right now. By the time it’s all over there’s going to be a lot of resentment between everybody. Husband’s family since we moved in with my parents, us to them since they’re acting immature and his mom putting him down all the time. My family to us since we don’t always cook for everybody. Us to them for making us feel obligated to make enough for everybody (even if it’s microwave food and even if they had just ate). Me to my sister for trying to make into something I’m not. Her to me for not going by her advice. It’s a mess.
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