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Alright, The Chris Evans Thing and A Bit of Psychology Behind It.
Okay, since everyone is going nuts in the Chris Evans fandom, I thought I’d throw my two cents in.  So he’s supposedly “confirmed” to be dating Alba Baptista. I’ve heard rumors about her supposedly being in porn.  We all know she’s only 25.  Everyone is up in arms because Chris says he wants to settle down and have a family.  He’s been saying that for years.   But his history with long term relationships has been that they have occured while he had been working and or promoting and constantly traveling.  It’s easy to have a long term relationship with someone via phone or being at home for a bit and just having sex and not doing any real life planning.  You don’t spend enough time with the person to get sick of them.
I’d also like to point out that he’s a well known mama’s boy, and admits to that.  We all know that mama’s boys, especially when they are part italian (Chris is half), get everything taken care of for them except for the sex.  They’re loved unconditionally by their mothers, even when they’re being an animal or recklessly going through women.  As long as his mother is doing these things for him and the fact that he can do no wrong in his life, he’s set for life save for the sex.  Because he can get sex whenever he wants (he’s Chris Evans) he doesn’t need to worry about a relationship.  I think he is secretly a commitment-phobe, based on all the anxiety he talks about, as well as his parents divorcing when he was young.
Chris also stated sometime during the Infinity War production and End Game release that he planned on taking a break from acting to focus on finding a relationship, getting married and starting a family.  By the time his contract was up with Marvel, he was booking and had already booked a bunch of other projects, as well as co-founding A Starting Point. He’s been working steadily ever since save for about a year of lockdown.  Eventually he hit 40 and I think he’s having a midlife crisis.  He’s rethinking whether or not he should’ve done so many projects besides Marvel and that he still isn’t a husband and father yet.
However, up until now, his “relationships” have all been age appropriate for him.  Now, he’s dating a 25 year old at 41.  It’s not pedophilia by any means, but most young starlets are in Hollywood for one thing, money, and they’ll do whatever they have to to get it.  So here we are, Chris is “secretly” parading this girl around.  (Quick flashback, he also “secretly” hung out with Lily James, while she was in a complicated relationship that was on the outs, as well as Jenny Slate, who was getting divorced.  It was all sex without commitment.)  Because his mother will see no wrong in who he’s “dating”, he’ll think he’s doing no wrong.  He wants to feel young, and with a girl trying to make it in the industry, it’s easy for him to get laid.  Knowing she probably isn’t ready to settle down yet either, he rolls with the “relationship” because it’s guaranteed sex.  He also doesn’t need to worry about the whole kids situation, as he has many nieces and nephews at this point that he loves.  He’s also likely gotten to realize that he doesn’t have to take care of them 24-7, and that he can bring them back to their parents whenever he wants, or when he has to go to work.
It’s well known that if a man wants a serious relationship, he’ll do whatever it takes to get one.  As long as Chris is praised for everything he does by his mother, he’s getting regular sex, and has substitute children between his family and his Marvel family, he’ll probably be a bachelor for a very long time, if not the rest of his life.  He has Dodger to keep him company in the house alone, and that seems to be what he’s happy with.
With the way Chris has been talking about himself since at least 2015, about his hair thinning, and not being able to work out the same and not being able to drink and eat like he used to, plus mentioning he’s not a good cook at all, what woman his age would want to deal with that?  A women his age probably has baggage herself and doesn’t need to boost his ego constantly because he has insecurities.  She has plenty of her own problems.  This is why only young girls will buy his act, and that’s only until they mature and realize they want Chris home and they want to settle down, get married and have kids.  Leonardo Dicaprio is the same way.  When he started aging he would date girls under 25 and only for a few years until they came to their senses and realized he wasn’t going to commit.  
Most people will say, that’s not true, or how do you know this?  I myself also went through something similar with a guy who actually was, and still is, just like Chris.  His name is Erik.  (We were both live in and are from Massachusetts, so I know they type.)  He has the buzz cut and goatee/beard, fuckboy mentality/ behavior and will not grow up.  He himself claimed he was a Masshole.  (Look it up people.)  He loves to party and spend money, but only on himself.  He had two cars (one was a flashy used police Interceptor) and still living with his brother, the brother’s wife and their three kids.  He, like Chris, always loved his nieces and nephews and would send me pictures.  All but one of his siblings all had kids and baby mama/daddy drama, and his parents divorced when he was young.  Because if this, he said he doesn’t do relationships, but would occasionally spend a few weeks trying to win me over, and because I wouldn’t sleep with him, he’d go away for a while.  We met at 24, almost six years ago now, and to this day, despite the fact that I’ll have nothing to do with him, he stills hits me up asking for casual sex.  It’s because his other easy resources dry up, or like Leo DiCaprio, the young girls get sick of his shit.
The reason I bring up my experience is because it seems that’s exactly the way Chris is acting.  Doing the bare minimum (one walk out holding hands) and enough smooth words to get what he needs, and before you know it, he goes cold and is nowhere to be found but partying somewhere (or in Erik’s case, trolling on Tinder.
To sum up, I think Chris is not as excited for a family as he claims to be. I believe that’s why he says you’ll never hear him talk about it, because it’s not happening.  He didn’t care about being photographed with Jessica Biel, Minka Kelly, Jenny Slate or Lily James because he knew those “relationships” weren’t going anywhere besides the bedroom.  He has enough people caring for him and surrogate family in his nieces and nephews and plenty of friends.  He even has his Marvel family.  His Marvel costars, including Jeremy Renner, who even became a full time dad himself and domesticated his life, despite liking the party scene, has said that Chris is the one that wants to get them into shenanigans and go out all the time, but they all have kids.  This type of behavior from Chris would not last long if he wanted a wife and kids.  He says he wants tradition, and this is hardly it.
I’ve been a long time fan and know how talented he is, but I’m starting to lose some respect for him.  I do get that he may be going through a midlife crisis, but he’s not the person he says he is, because if it was, he’d take a break from working (he can afford it) spend some time in Massachusetts, long enough to find a low key Boston girl who can “bust his balls” and “look great in sweatpants and a wet ponytail” and marry her and raise his kids here like he’s said many times before.  It just doesn’t seem to be happening for him.  He seems to have a full slate of projects coming up and he’s going full steam ahead.
*Full disclosure: I have no hate whatsoever for any of Chris’s girlfriends, past or present, nor do I believe in not having any fun as a parent.  Every OG Avenger cast member and friend of Chris has found love and a perfect balance of family, work and fun, often combining all three.*
Update:  Part 2  https://www.tumblr.com/the-bomb-sammi-morse/702647610703527936/the-chris-evans-fiasco-and-psychology-behind-it?source=share
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cynthmachina · 1 month
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Someone should make a game called "Living that Bachelor Lifestyle or Depression" and its comparing life choices
"Ate pizza out of a metal mixing bowl because you didn't want to do the dishes" Hmm is it the single, slick bachelor lifestyle or sign of depression
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netflixandnudez · 10 months
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diadraws · 1 year
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fellow bunnyx enjoyers sound off 
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cuubism · 1 year
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unhinged dreamling modern au #409430950
the bachelor
dream is bribed, threatened, and/or physically dragged by his ankle into being on a dating show by death and desire (for very different reasons, death just wants him to be happy and is very very desperate at this point, desire's just fucking with him again), and needless to say dream is not the target candidate for this. at all. sure he's pretty and rich but he's also a complete asshole. this is destined to go poorly.
(unless you're the show's producers who just want an unhinged television trainwreck that keeps people in their seats, in which case it's fucking fantastic)
hob is also there as a contestant because he's bored, single, and always willing to do something stupid. everybody on the show is taking it seriously except for dream, who'd rather jump off a cliff than be here right now, and hob, who's just entertaining himself.
dream: this is stupid (hateful) hob: this is stupid (having the time of his life)
needless to say this whole thing is a disaster. normally contestants are clamoring for the 'bachelor's' attention but dream just keeps being an utter jerk to everyone, making them cry, and causing them to actually drop out of the show. contestants: "i'd rather die than be with you." dream: "glad we're finally on the same page." like. dream doesn't even have to actively eliminate people. they just eliminate themselves because he's so insufferable.
hob isn't put off, though, this whole thing is hilarious to him. dream tries scaring him off and hob just laughs like "oh you're so cute, this is great"
dream: i hope you die hob: you want me so bad it makes you look stupid
the more people drop out of the show the more time dream and hob end up spending together, by necessity. unfortunately for dream's sanity hob is actually very charming and fun and inexplicably good at getting dream to smile. they have at least one proper heart-to-heart and hob is so kind to him, and dream hates him soooo much for it.
(of course he actually likes him, and it's the worst thing that's happened to him, maybe ever. he's in agony. he wants off this ride, please. maybe he wants on a different ride ahem.)
so now hob's properly invested in this stupid game, he's like oh that wretched stick of a man is mine (literally nobody is challenging him but he's being super competitive about it anyway). all it really results in is dream being MORE of an asshole both to hob and to everybody else. (dream: one time i had a crush on this guy and i didn't know how to handle it so i just wrote him a letter saying get out of my tv show). and yet every week dream could eliminate hob from the show but he never does...
anyway soon enough literally every other contestant has dropped out of the show and it's JUST hob remaining and he basically wins by default. dream absolutely will not be beaten or outdone and is like fine hob i'll call your bluff. marry me if you're so committed to winning. hob's like, bet :) (see: always willing to do something stupid).
they do in fact get married because they're both incapable of conceding defeat. then they're like well. what do we do now...
dream: going to divorce me now and take half of my money? run with your spoils? hob: idk, are you going to divorce me and finally 'free yourself from the torment of my presence'? dream: *sniff* then you would win hob: then i bet i can stay in this relationship longer than you :) dream, gritting his teeth: bet
anyway they manage about two months before dream, perpetually in agony over how aggressively he's into hob, is like fine, i concede, i can't take it anymore. leave me if you want, take my money, i do not care, only free me from this pain. hob: so... i win? i get to choose the prize? dream, utterly defeated: whatever you want hob: okay! and he kisses him
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layzeal · 10 months
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i may be going through a bit of a crisis, but i'm also really curious: adults, if you're comfortable sharing, could you reply/put in the tags what your current profession/area of study is? no need to be specific if you don't want to!!
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kinokoshoujoart · 6 months
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the og bokumono babygirl in all his glory
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rainymoodlet · 7 months
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🌹 are you ready… to fall back in love? 🌹
🌹 Kiss Me in Komorebi+ returns November 3rd! 🌹
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zero1qn2 · 1 year
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a piece that will most likely be unfinished + sketches (second one directly inspired by @indigo-constellation writing)
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beartitled · 6 months
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I’m struggling
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Mini announcement
There’s probably going to be less posts? I dunno for sure, most likely will be posting old art or some sketches
Currently concentrated on finishing writing and drawing my diploma project, so need some time to get over with it 💪
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emyn-arnens · 4 months
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Alive!Boromir having tea parties with his niece/daughter and getting very into the juicy tea party gossip. Do you see the vision.
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junicult · 7 months
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i honestly just wanna talk about kissing harvey again bc i wholeheartedly believe that’s his love language.
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i think, if he was sentenced to a life where he couldn’t kiss you ever again, (y’know, IF) he’d just die right then and there. if he can’t kiss you, then just kill him. that’s his personal hell.
he starts the day pressing a dainty, gentle kiss to your lips. it’s always quick, but so intimate while he whispers a hummed, “good morning,” right afterwards. his cold hand sends shivers up your spine for multiple reasons when it brushes against your jaw, or even your lower neck as he holds you close for a moment.
he never leaves for work or lets you leave without another, even if it’s only been a matter of minutes since the last. it’s always the same, but the affect it leaves on you never changes. “have a good day, please be safe. i’ll see you this evening. i love you.”and he says all of that with his hand still against your cheek, his eyes soft looking into yours so close. he won’t leave until you say an i love you back.
sometimes, when you spare a few moments to come back inside, and it’s one of those days where he doesn’t need to go to the clinic—it’ll always be his favorite surprise. his eyes glued to the papers in front of him while he goes over some work, and his head snaps up to the door opening. conversation ends up light, but just the sight of you (intact) makes him beam. of course, you’re not allowed to leave without one more goodbye kiss.
and finally, you’re so dirty, sweaty, smelly from all the work you’ve done. not even the aroma of dinner awaiting in the oven can mask how you smell, yet he’s doing the same thing. “how was your day, i’ll get dinner set up. anything interesting happen?” when you meet him in the kitchen, his hand ropes around your lower waist. he’s pulling you in, pressing you against him subtly so he can tilt over you. the kiss is always deeper, an unspoken virtue of his gratefulness that you came back safely, and he gets to express this endearment on you again.
he’ll never be opposed to throwing in a few more. who’s to say you don’t wake up to four kisses, leave for work with three, come back with ten.
but you’ll never receive the ten if you don’t get the first. it’s always the first that matters most, and he never forgets it.
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100yearoldcomics · 2 years
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July 13, 1922 Out Our Way by J.R. Williams
Caption: It's a good thing that Dick Hoile's wife never takes a long vacation. [ID: Dick Hoile stands in the middle of his kitchen, staring into a nearly empty cupboard and scratching his head. He holds his last clean plate in his hand. A loaf of sliced bread and an open can of beans sits on the counter before him, one slice fallen to the ground. Behind him, filthy dishes are piled high in the sink, on the floor below and in a bucket underneath. Flies swarm the mess. /end] Dick Hoile: Good night! This is th' last clean plate in the house! Guess I'll hafta go out an' buy enough to last 'till th' wife gets home.
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stillw4t3r · 2 months
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every time i get sad i think about daniil in that fuckass corner just standing there and i feel a little better
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sunny-aster · 4 months
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Genshin doesn't talk about this friendship enough
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bogkeep · 8 months
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it was always a strange dichotomy. every middle school classmate i had told me i'd be a millionaire when i grew up, a Famouse Artisté. it's easy enough to imagine as a teen, i suppose: skill equals fame equals money. i was doubtful about this prophecy, not because i wasn't confident in my ability to draw, but because it was hard to imagine a world where i'd be paid for it.
it was an ice breaker game at summer camp. horrible one, really - everyone in a group were given a character profile. now we had to imagine that it was the zombie apocalypse, and the helicopter to safety was two seats short and we had argue why we deserved a spot. the character i got was an asshole doctor of some kind. i don't remember if i argued my way into the helicopter or not, but i do remember the feeling that's been hanging over me my entire life - if the apocalypse happens right now, i have nothing to contribute.
there's something really painful about it. i have cultivated a skill for my whole life, i can make art and tell stories that are entirely unique to me, there is no way to get someone else to create in the exact same way i can, and yet - i've contributed more to capitalist society by sitting in an empty hotel reception for eight hours a day.
which made me develop anxiety, to boot.
i illustrated two children's books. they're some of my best work. the contract i signed was industry standard and the indie author who had hired me was incredibly kind... but even after stock sold out i had earnt little more than some pocket change.
in high school we had an outing to dig our own snow caves that we would spend the night in. in teams, thankfully. i have so little physical strength to speak of, most i could do to help was clear away the snow rubble and toss it outside. i know, i know, my classmates reassured me it was an important job to do, i was an invaluable member of the group, sure - but it's that feeling, you know?
what would my task be in the communist solarpunk commune?
a person cannot be useless. it's a human being. they just exist, no ifs and buts about it. one can only be useless in the eyes of an ableist, capitalist society that sees no value in being alive beyond production and profit.
sometimes i receive messages from internet strangers to tell me something i said - often several years ago - was helpful to them. maybe it was a throwaway comment on a forum. maybe it was replying to a question they could've googled the answer to. maybe it was an encouraging reply to someone's artwork. turns out it mattered to someone. huh.
of course you can learn new skills. i have learnt plenty over the years! i have also learnt that there are limitations to what i can do. that some of the obstacles i face are not in fact obstacles everyone faces. it's not that i can't break tasks into smaller steps, it's more that half of those steps are going to be "rinse your hands because you Touched a Thing and now you're going to have to touch Another Thing." i wonder if that's adding to my cognitive load or something.
i was never raised to be a man, so by all accounts i do not understand why i'm so haunted by the spectre of toxic masculinity - what would i do if i was a medieval peasant and a war broke out? what if i was in a pre-historic hunter gatherer society and i was expected to hunt? what if i was a humble farm boy discovering the sword of the chosen one and the world depended on my non-existing courage to face certain death?
look, it's stupid. these are not scenarios i will find myself in. besides, pre-historic humans depended on community and taking care of each other. that's how we survive.
i'm not useless and i decided to make peace with being useless anyway.
we're surrounded by digital clocks. we can't really escape them. do we need watchmakers? would they save me a spot in the zombie apocalypse helicopter? no, don't answer that. i'm just happy i found something that requires a light touch and an observant eye.
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