#bitchiness

[remembertheplunge]

Writing helps. Someone's here for me.

10:40pm Sunday 3/25/2007

Jim and I got in our Sunday morning fight around 10am. The time he used to call his  Mom (who died in2005).

He got nasty re: wipe my feet and how to fold a Trader Joe bag.

I said “fine, you do it. I told him again that his attitude is demeaning and mean. He hated that.

He replies that I always think it’s about me.

Talking about it just fuels the fire.

And, I realized that this is it. This is how we are together.

Later, he got nasty about me making coffee. I let it go.

Now, he’s in the kitchen preping turkey something. I’m in the den writing.

I guess that we aren’t speaking.

Writing helps. Someone’s here for me.

We had gone to Hilton, Trader Joe’s and Lowe’s without a fight.

Oh well, 20 minutes have passed and with it, a lot of emotion.

We do this often.

11:16 am 3/26/2007

I was yelled at again by Jim “You’ve ruined my entire morning." I felt calm.

Jim called me a bitchy or prissy, Queen.

I asked if I could help (probably with what he was preparing for a meal in the kitchen). Jim said “No. It’s all done. Thanks for asking when it’s done.”

And , of course “You just sit there with your wine and book, while I toil.”

“A good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Patches of Godlight p. 18

End of entry

Note: Hilton was the name for another house Jim owned which was on Hilton street not far from our house in Modesto.

#journaling #journal #gay relationship #bitchiness #solitude #3/25/2007

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

#eleanor shellstrop #you know i was thinking about how we hold female characters to such high standards #and severely criticize bitchy female characters while praising asshole male characters #and then i remembered eleanor and realized that she is the perfect example of how to write an asshole woman that the audience likes #the worse she is the more i'm drawn to her (and honestly same for tahani) #we need more cringe-fail women who nobody likes (for good reason) #the good place #female characters #writing women #girl failure #girl loser #she's so mean #i love her #my favorite #fucking asshole #iconic #the good place eleanor #tgp #tgp eleanor #kristen bell

[glassiskies]

“I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, in 1793, 1941…”

#I believe aziraphale would be just as bitchy about doing it as Crowley was #(affectionate) #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #2023 art

[coffeenonsense]

"astarion is a traumatized abuse victim who deserves kindness" and "astarion is a mean rat bastard man who would rip out your throat for a corn chip if he felt like it" are two statements that can and should coexist

#the duality of vampire #i love our vampling as much as the next person #but fundamentally he's a bitchy self serving little gremlin and that facet of his character should be explored more #it's fun when he cries AND when he's evil okay i can have both #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[krasnyel]

love like yours will surely come my way

#diversity wins! a stinky little guy and an annoying bitchy senior citizen are in canon non-binary relationship #gabriel #beelzebub #ineffable bureaucracy #good omens #krasnyel post #fanart #digital art #artist on tumblr #good omens season 2 spoilers

[phantomrose96]

The realest part of the Barbie Movie was when Barbie was like "okay but what if this hurts his feelings? what if this makes him sad? :(" after Ken stole her house, stole her car, and stole her agency, because as a woman you still have to second guess everything you do on the assessment of whether it might hurt a man's feelings.

And then that apprehension was proven right one million times over by the entire Conservative Internet Manosphere pissing and shitting and screaming themselves hoarse over Barbie daring to hurt a man's feelings.

#barbie #barbie movie #also if the genders were reversed and Ken's character was a woman everyone would fucking _hate_ her im just saying #'petty bratty bitchy girlfriend wants to steal everything her boyfriend owns because she learned about feminism' #everyone would HATE her #but because Ken's a man everyones pissing frothing review is about how shittily he was treated and how shitty the men are treated blah blah #(I fucking loved Ken in the movie but I'm saying this with confidence: Everyone would hate female!Ken if this was reversed)

[trainwreckgenerator]

MY FAVORITE IDIOTS ON PLANET STUPID

#zoom in on their kandi for a cute detail ^_^ #southern bitchy jailbird soulmate friendship is my lifeblood <3 #my art #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #delicious in dungeon #fleki #lycion #pattadol #cithis #canaries #cithidol #<- no clue what its called. its niche i know but on the offchance... #sorry to otta likers that she is the one missing she is muffdiving offscreen i promise

[weewoo911]

Groomzilla Buck canon imo✨

You just know when he gets married he’s gonna be insufferable

He’s gonna insist on being his own wedding planner. He’s gonna have a headset and a binder and drive everyone insane and I love that for him 💖

#911 abc #911 spoilers #7x06 #evan buckley #buddie #bucktommy #works for both! 💖 #edited to add his little bitchy hand gestures 👌 ✨

[lazylittledragon]

mombin™ has me in a CHOKEHOLD right now

#platonic stobin #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #mombin™ #the steeb one looks very crunchy bc my lineart got fried somehow #but i finished it anyway #i have some freelance stuff to do first but i'll start this properly soon #i've had. very little free time this month #y'know the horrors #sometimes a family is a weird lesbian. a bitchy bisexual. a v sweet child. and a 3 legged dog #cw pregnancy

[pachimation]

there’s nothing wrong with a bit of workplace gossip, right?

#genshin impact #chiscara #scarachilde #childe #scaramouche #tartaglia #wanderer #my art #i like to imagine the harbingers as one part clique of bitchy mean girls and one part 9-5 office job where they all hate each other

[remembertheplunge]

Our lives examined. Our self definition jolted

July 6, 2005

Ruth Faxes. She’s excited about her visit here tomorrow. We call her to confirm.

7/9/2005. Saturday

(Ruth, John and Peggy have arrived at our house in Modesto. They drove up from their house in Granada Hills, Southern California.)

Ruth was in the last stage of her cancer and was on oxygen. There were Long plastic tubes that trailed her as she walked around our house or yard. The tubes were attached to an oxygen tank. Ruth would die November 2, 2005)

Well, the morning starts out touchy—bitchy.

Jim’ crabby

Oh well. Big mind.

The TV’s on. Endless yammer. Loud. 5 feet away.

But, after 1 1/2 days, I start to get used to it!

And, it’s for Ruth Ann.

Ruth got a shower.

Well, big blinds debacle. Ruth wanted the blinds up in the Den. Of course, the blind’s draw string rope snapped. So, of course, so did Jim.

1pm

Just returned from yard sailing and a tour of Hilton House. Johnny drove. Jim barked orders.

Mom ordered me down to Atwater  for a Zoe visit from San Diego.

I need tomorrow off, no Zoe, Know.

4:40am. 7/10/2005. Sunday

Moment of opportunity.

Ruth Ann’s oxygen machine humms and whizzes.

Everyone sleeps.

I need a Lew spot.

So intense yesterday.

A moment of morning peace helps.

So nice to just sit.

No pound, pound, pound of the TV.

July does her dance

Interesting letting Ruth-John-Peg in our house for 3 days.

We went from extreme privacy to extreme review.

No secrets.

Our lives examined.

Our self definition jolted.

7am

Well, CNN and NBC are asking people to send in hurricane pics on cell phones or computer cameras.

Hurricane Dennis approaches.

15 foot storm surge.

145 mph wind.

Gusts up to 178

7:40am. Peg gets Ruth’s meds.

140mph winds now. “Hunker down”

Oh—I want some Lew time. Just and end to socialize.

I think that in ….Jim says things that make me angry. Belittling. The last 2 days he has been domineering.

It’s his grief over Ruth Ann.

He humiliated me in front of them.

I lashed out and, now, feel bad about it.

His last good bye (to Ruth Ann)

Ah! Life!

This is a page I may tear out.

Destroy.

Jim cried just before Ruth left. He wanted turn off the cry valve. He didn’t want her to see him cry.

So, Mom’s upset. I didn’t come down to her house to see Zoe.

We live our own lives

7/11/2005

Well, talked to Zoe as she was driving to Bakersfield. She is upset that I didn’t visit, but., she understood.

We talked Mom and her weirdness.

7/12/2005. 5:15pm

Jim’s at J&Ws picking up the Subaru..

Now, he’s ot front talking with someone.

He said that today, as he wrote Ruth Ann’s obituary, he cried.”

End of entries

#journaling #writing #end of life #saying goodbye #gay relationship #grief #mourning #bitchiness #7/9/2005

[teabagtoaster]

me and my best friend saw you from across the beer pong table and we absolutely hate your vibe

(human oisin's tattoos designed by sam!!)

#oisin hakinvar #ivy embra #two bitchy best friends !!!! #d20 #fantasy high #dimension 20 #my art #id in alt text #fhjy #the rat grinders #fantasy high junior year #dropout

[canisalbus]

I have no excuses, sometimes it's just fun to put your brain goobers in silly and impractical outfits.

#own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #Machete #I'm not sure what I was aiming for here but what I got was sort of bitchy supervillain vibes

[mrgaretcarter]

Rose MacLean & Lee Moldaver Fallout 2024 - ?

#fallout #falloutedit #rose maclean #lee moldaver #tvedit #tvgifs #wlwsource #wlwgif #usertvfilm #bitchys #mediagifs #femalecharacters #televisiongifs #dailytvwomen #femalegifsource #userstream #my stuff #filmtvcentral #scifiedit

[erwinsvow]

little sad bitchy!reader moment: her and rafe are at the country club with topper and kelce and some other friends of rafe and one of the guys starts saying how she would be a horrible wife and mother (bc of the way she is) and she honestly is so hurt by it and i think she would almost try to change the way she is around rafe a little just so he wouldn’t think that about her…

sobbing thinking about it and listening to this (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLX2Pdcv/)

hi my love this was so amazing and wonderful to write! im sorry its kinda long, hope you like it ♡

in all honestly, you stopped caring what people said about you a long time ago. you weren't the way you were because it was funny, or to get a reaction out of others. that was just the way you've always been, and there was nothing you hated more than letting people walk all over you and get away it.

that must be why the comebacks would fly out of your mouth before you could stop them, if you even wanted to stop them. why you never stopped to think twice about the people who didn't want to talk to you again or the boys who didn't want a second date.

you weren't easy to handle, not that you wanted to be, but you knew you weren't.

it seemed easy enough for rafe though.

he never seemed to wish that you'd bite your tongue or tell you to act differently, behave a certain way. no, he'd laugh and fire back something, or agree with you and say something you remember to add to your collection of insults.

rafe liked you as you were. that's why he fought so long and hard to get you, something that you didn't take lightly. you were committed, and the more days that went by, you found yourself softening up more and more with him.

rafe knew a side of you that a select few had ever seen, much less engaged with. you liked it this way, having a boyfriend you could be yourself around and be a little soft around.

until you overhear a boy at the club talking about you. in all your years of life, you've never let a boy make you feel upset, and you didn't want to start now. a comeback brews the second he mentions your name—of course it's the idiot one, the one whose parents pay for his grades and doesn't know anything besides losing at pong and scaring away girls—but it dies in your throat when you hear the words that follow.

"i mean i get it, she's hot, but i don't know how cameron puts up with her."

"what're you talking about? she's just like him," kelce says, and you feel briefly grateful for him.

"dude, she's a bitch. i've never heard one nice thing come out of her mouth. totally untamed. you can't bring a girl like that home to your folks, they'd hate her. especially his folks. and don't even mention long-term. imagine coming home after working all day and your girl is bitching at you? i mean, no offense but what kind of kids is she gonna raise?"

you hear laughter, and when your face feels wet, and you're confused for a moment. you look up at the ceiling, wondering if there's a leak, when your eyes flood again and more tears fall down.

crying, and that too over what one of rafe's friends said about you. this isn't like you. frankly, it's pathetic. those idiotic boys don't know the first thing about you or your relationship with rafe—they don't know the conversations you have and all the things you both agree on and the way he laughs when you fire back at him.

but somehow, feet leading you outside and to your car, fingers texting rafe some excuse for why you went home early, you end up letting it affect you.

rafe comes over the next morning—he texted you something but you didn't reply. worried for a moment about something you've never been concerned with before, you think a nicer girl would have texted him back right away, that you should have texted him back.

he doesn't knock, never does. your parents aren't home but he has your spare key, letting himself in and up to your room. he stops at the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"hey. what happened last night?" he asks it like he doesn't know what happened—which is good, you want it to stay that way. the thing you would have said yesterday bubbles up, coming to your lips. maybe if you'd gotten your head out of your ass, you'd see my text.

"wasn't feeling good. came home."

"you feelin' okay now?" he gets closer to you, and you look up at your boyfriend. i'd be fine but that asshole you already hate ruined my mood. will you run him over in your truck?

"better." you stop for a moment, you don't want him to think something's wrong. "how was your night?" he looks at you a little confused.

"it was fine. borin' without you. kelce asked where you went too."

"y'know i always liked kelce," you say, smiling again. you think you can get better at this.

rafe takes you out for lunch, and then you wanted to go shopping in the afternoon and get your nails done. it's a whole day, and you like spending it with him. you swallow down what your mind usually thinks and opt for being nice instead, polite questions and trepid commentary.

the waiter brings you the wrong drink—and though you're not so much of a bitch to hurl insults at teenager servers, you're normally annoyed enough to say something and get your correct drink. instead you sip it quietly, waiting for rafe to start the conversation. when you don't, he looks at you in that confused way again.

"you okay?"

"yeah. fine. you okay?"

if he thinks something's wrong, he doesn't say anything. at the mall, nothing looks how you want and even the things you like don't feel right. you'd let rafe buy you whatever you want, normally giving him a twirl in the dressing room and thanking him very sweetly.

"you want that dress?" rafe asks, his arm resting on a rack while you comb through mindlessly.

"no, it was too short."

"that's never been an issue before." ha-ha. pervert. looking up my skirt aren't you? knew you were desperately horny for me but this is down bad even for you.

"trying to dress better. and it'll be cold soon."

"hey, look at me." rafe uses his hands on your shoulders to turn you from the clothes, facing him. "you okay baby?"

fuck, you know you messed up. he only calls you that when he's being serious—the rest of the time it's princess, angel, sweetheart. all things that you are definitely not.

"i'm okay. i just don't want it. but thank you." you don't know it, but he thinks you're upset with him, spending the next hour in the nail salon racking his mind for the reason why.

your nails are fine, they look pretty enough. shorter than normal with a clean french manicure, you admire them from a distance. you suddenly feel like crying again, wondering why you didn't get the pink acrylics you like, rhinestones and bows and all the other things that were pretty to look at when you flipped people off.

in rafe's passenger seat after, you keep staring at your hands, feeling another tear slip down. rafe's not looking at you, he's looking ahead, still unsure what was going on.

"baby, if i did something you gotta tell me, i don't like seein' you like this-" when he turns his head to glance at you, you're looking back at him with your pouty face and wet cheeks—two things he's never seen before. "hey. what's wrong?"

you couldn't stop the downpour if you tried—tears falling quick and fast. you hate that anyone's seeing you like this, especially rafe.

rafe is nice to you, and you soften up around him. you didn't really realize that he softens up around you too. he wipes your tears away, keeps a hand on yours the whole time.

"can you talk to me? what's goin' on?"

"yesterday.. one of those guys said that i was a bitch-"

"which one? to your face? when? i'll fuckin' kill him-"

"no, he didn't know i was there. it's not that, i know i am. i don't care about that. he said that-" your voice cracks, something else you hate, that you don't want rafe hearing. "sorry. he said you couldn't bring me home. and that you would hate coming home to me-me being all mean. and that our kids would be mean too."

yes, you're mean. but rafe's mean too, and none of your friends have ever said anything like that about him. you like that he's mean, that he's like you—you think he's the closest thing to a soulmate you could ever find.

"don't fuckin' listen to any of them for a second, got it? they don't know anything."

"rafe, i-"

"no, seriously. they yap because i wasn't there to knock him out. and he says it when you're gone 'cause he knows you'd make him cry if you were there." you sniffle, though you already feel better.

"but i didn't. i started crying instead." you hate even thinking about it.

"s'okay, it happens. but don't believe a word of that shit. i wanna come home to you everyday. hear everything you say. i want all of it."

"really?" you ask him, wiping away your tears, appreciating the hand on your thigh and how sincerely he's looking at you. "i thought you'd be mean if i cried in front of you."

"it's hard enough to be mean to you."

"you're such a sap. should we go get ice cream and braid each others hair after this?" he laughs, and you laugh. "thanks rafey."

"no problem, kid."

"don't call me that." rafe groans, and you smile.

#bitchy reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

[littler3d]

“Mean Girls (2024) isn’t even that good of a movie—” I DONT CARE. I went to stare at Reneé Rapp being hot and hear a couple of bops and ya know what, goal achieved!

#mean girls musical #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #reneé rapp #regina george #She is very hot and World Burns slaps #I don’t know what to tell you #I’m not here for plot #I’m here for the bitchy lesbian