#Then the rationality took over and I just told my mom about it. But now I'm sitting outside his room eating crackers bc I'm fucking paranoid

[hamartia-grander]

Jesus fucking christ I hate the US south

#Cw gun mention I guess #I was feeling super nauseous so I went into the kitchen to get ritz crackers #And we're at my grandma's rn for Christmas and she has windows in the kitchen that look out at the road/other houses #And NO curtains or blinds because she's old #And anyway I turned a small light on so I could see the crackers and I hear a fucking man outside shout “WHO'S OUT THERE” #In the heaviest southern accent. Mind you every fucking person in this area has a gun bc there's lots of trees with squirreld they shoot #And logically now that I am calming down I know it was just a bad coincidence and he was probably yelling at smthn in his yard #But jesus fucking christ I felt such immediate intense fear my head went cold #Ran to my baby brother's room bc I was certain someone was gonna come kill us #Then the rationality took over and I just told my mom about it. But now I'm sitting outside his room eating crackers bc I'm fucking paranoid #It is almost 4am and I haven't slept a wink I cannot do this rn #But literally the last time I went for a walk around here my dad told me not to go alone and also not to say anything stupid #And also stay far away from houses bc I could get myself shot #Literally what the fuck is this. #“Afearican” except I'm still very much in the US #Not to mention almost every fucking house has a blue lives matter flag and some have isr*el flags now too like #I fuuuuucking hate it here

[adalricus]

Yandere God + Yandere cult members x Cult leader reader (pt 1) :

Cw: Religious themes, cult themes, gore, yandere themes, gn reader, harems

You were hurt, not critically, but still badly hurt. Your legs had cuts made from whips, bruised neck after being choked. You staggered in the forest ears ringing, vision slightly blurred.

How would you end up like this? You may ask, you had a wealthy family with quite a bit of notoriety under their belt, so you being the only child you obviously received the best life, best tutors, best experiences, best extracurriculars. You never wanted to inquire how your family received such riches. You simply wanted to continue living your luxurious life. Your family lived in a community in the countryside, your estate being near the woods. It was a peaceful night when the sounds of people screaming as well as your mother shaking you woke you up, as you and mother got essentials she explained how they were in a cult a popular yet hidden one, they got money from how much members they recruited which was a lot, but someone in the community outsmarted them and subsequently snitched on them to the whole community. The angry mob quickly got the house, much quicker than your mom expected. You two were blocked, stuck having to watch as your dad get slaughtered while trying to rationalize with the mob, stuck having to watch them flood into the house. Your mom decided to sacrifice herself to give you time to run. As you ran, some of the villagers whipped you, and one caught up beginning to choke. You two were fortunately tussling near a cliff. You decided to roll over the cliff with the person. Which is what led you here.

You staggered until you eventually were met with a temple sort of structure, which was very clearly abandoned. You limped in through the doors. You went to sit down on the old couch, scanning the room to see anything to patch yourself up with. Your eyes landed on some cloth, and you stood up to take them ,before you saw a book. It was gold, with black ink and engraved symbols, curiosity seemed to rope you in and you opened it on the first page, meeting you with a page, which had "welcoming spell" as it's title and steps as to how you could complete it. "Great a cult, another one," you thought. But even so, your life had no more purpose, so after you patched yourself up, you decided to follow the steps. And finally, the last step, which was easy to complete, you took blood from one of your cuts and made the shape that the book told you to. You waited and sighed, disappointed, but you didn't even know why you were surprised. You turned back when a glowing gold light flashed behind you brightly. You turned to see a figure, a small one with many eyes looking at you, you wereshocked to say the very least. "How long has it been since I was shackled to this prison, forgotten and left to rot. Mortal, I would reward you for freeing me, but alas, I do not have the prosperity of which I used to have." The small figure said with a voice, heavily contrasting its figure, one that deep,booming and loud. You were in utter shock, staying still until it spoke again. "But if you just help me, do something for me, I would be indebted to you." It said, you slowly nodded, curious about what it was going to propose. "Be my confidant of sorts and help me gain my power, Unfortunately, I am far too horrifying to scout members out, but you are absolutely charming. Simply follow my steps and help me regain my power. Do that for me and act as my spokesperson, my acomplise, my prophet." It spoke to reaching its hand out to make a pact with you. You reached your hand out, and as you touched, a gold glow emitted, and you saw as your body got engraved with an emblem on your thigh, completing the pact

Now, you had to help this god regain its power so you could be rewarded with prosperity.

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere x darling #male yandere x you #male yandere #yandere god

[itsscromp]

hellloooo so i wanted to request something I've been thinking of for a while <3 you can just call me 🦇bat anon :D sooo i was thinking rocket raccoon x reader who is also a genetically modified raccoon by the hands of high evolutionary with the same amount of trauma and torture as rocket experienced, but they're more brain modified, so they look like a sorta normal raccoon but they're really REALLY overly intelligent and are agile and smart and all that, but they use a human body hologram, and when rocket met them he saw them as a human, but reader later revealed their secret and they connected with their trauma or something i dunno X( i just want someone to let rocket know he's not alone <3 if you're gonna do this, thank you :D if not, have a nice day anyway and i love your writing!!!

We're not so different

Hello there 🦇bat anon :D, Apologies for the delay in this, Now for this request, I had read over it and ultimately my brain has gone splat in the moment. BUT !!! I cooked another idea relating to what you asked. So I hope you like it. Warnings: Mentions of abuse. Word count:985

How you were brought into this world will continue to baffle you until the day you die. How many children have happy families, Yours was utterly broken, Your mom abandoned you before your first birthday, leaving you with your dad who turned to alcohol to cope with the stress. You would always have to bring him his bottle... unless you would cop something in the head. You still had the scar across your eyebrow from the shard cutting through, you were thankful that it didn't get your eye.

By 10 years old when you were on the way home from school as quickly as you could. Your teacher stopped you before you could rush home to talk about the results of your test. Heading home... Guess who was there.

"Where the fuck have you been ??!! I told you to get back as soon school finished."

"I... I know... The teacher just wanted to talk to me..."

"You got into trouble !!" He grabbed your arm and twisted it.

You yelped in pain and started to cry, You yanked your hand away and ran away, Having enough of his endless hurting. Running as fast as you could, You rushed down into the nearby park and fell over, started to cry. As you cried, you felt yourself getting dragged up by something in the sky, Soon being sent away thousands of light-years away in the galaxy.

The cycle continued just with your kidnappers, Whatever your dad did, they did ten times worse when you didn't do what they said. You didn't escape for another 5 years. Being placed into hiding on Knowhere and stayed there for the time being. At least you were free.

You took up some mercenary work with the ravagers, coming across Peter quill from time to time. And it just so happened that that day when the guardians of the galaxy were formed. The day you met Rocket Raccoon.

You knew straight from the start that the attitude that he pulled off when you worked together in prison was nothing more than a cover-up for a deeper trauma that he had witnessed. But it became more evident when you saw his drunken out burst in the bar.

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing he does !! Well, I didn't ask to get made !! I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over, turned into some... Some little monster !!"

"Rocket, no one is calling you a monster" Peter told him

"He called me vermin !! She called me Rodent !!! His bottom lip wobbled a bit before he grew angry. "Let's see if you can last after five or six good shots in your fricken face !!" He aimed his gun at Drax.

"No no no no !! 4 billion units, Rocket come on suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich !!" Quill begged him to think rationally.

Rocket thought for a bit before disarming his weapon. "Fine... But I can't promise when this is over I'm not gonna kill every last one of you jerks."

He then bolted out of the bar, Your heart absolutely shattered hearing all of this. At this, you wanted to hold him and tell him that everything was ok... But you knew this wouldn't work knowing Rocket for the short time.

But regardless he needed someone right now, So you headed outside to find him. Looking around nearby until you found him in an alleyway crying softly to himself. You grew sad as you saw him... You walked over as you gently sat down across the other side, remaining silent.

He looked up and saw you, quickly regaining his composure. "Get lost y/n..."

"I didn't say anything" You softly said.

He opened his mouth before shutting it, His ears fully drooped. Crossing his arms as he looked away from you. "Why are you here ?? Wanna call me monster too ??"

You shook your head gently, Trying to figure out how to properly say it. "Rocket... Whatever it is... that you have gone through." You could feel his eyes glaring on you, almost to say choose your next few words very carefully.

"Whatever it is... I get it... I know what it feels like."

His eyes slowly softened a little, but still glaring at you.

"The scar... On my eyebrow... This was by the man who was meant to protect me..." You pointed to your eyebrow.

He inspected your eyebrow a bit before he looked down at the ground. "I... I'm sorry you had to suffer that"

"My whole life... And not even that... When I was 10 I was kidnapped from Earth, The people who kidnapped me... They endured so much pain on me... For 5 flarking years..." You moved your shirt a bit, showing scared underneath your ribs... this one hurt you the most, you couldn't even stomach to talk about it.

Rocket's eyes went soft, And soon, you could see a different side to him. "I'm sorry... I really am..." He hesitantly started to move, moving next to you. Wanting to be in your company and feel safe.

"Rocket, Whatever this galaxy throws at you... I want to let you know... I'll be there for you ok ??" You looked at him.

He gave it a bit of thought for a little bit before nodding. "Yeah... Same to you y/n" He looked up at you, saying it sincerely.

You smiled and gently raised a fist to him, he tilted his head a little bit in confusion. "What are you doing humie ??"

"You never heard about fist bumps ??"

He shook his head, wanting an explanation.

"It's kind of like a symbol of friendship on earth, so here" You gently helped him achieve his first fist bump, "There you go" You smiled,

You would always have his back, And he with yours. Always.

Taglist: @callofdudes

#platonic #reader insert #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon imagine #rocket x reader #rocket imagine #gotg imagine #gotg x reader #rocket gotg

[sysmedsaresexist]

hey, thank you for taking the time to put together that post about childhood emotional neglect. I have a hard time wrapping my head around CEN as something to be pathologized because from where I stand it seems so universal--not sure if I knew a single person growing up whose emotional needs were consistently met by their parents, including people whose families i would've cut off my pinky finger to join. is there any chance you'd be willing to give me some examples of what a parent-child dynamic *without* CEN looks like?

Oh god

Okay, I'm going to give this a fair try, long post ahead. Skip to end for the TL;dr and my suggestion

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This is a true story.

When I was five, I started having anxiety and panic attacks. Severe ones. They mostly presented in my ability to breathe sort of... Hiccupping. I would suddenly become INCREDIBLY aware of my breathing, and it physically felt slower, harder. Trying to talk to my mom never resulted in anything happening or changing, and I had already learned to not talk to my dad.

Combined with clear anxious tendencies, Tourette's, and a budding, severe case of OCD, this culminated in the conclusion that at any moment, ever, I could stop breathing. I took to sitting in front of fans, so that air could be forced in my face, I developed tics of sounds in my throat to make sure I was still breathing. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't function, I was scared to leave the house.

My grandmother was babysitting one night and I had the worst attack yet. Six year old me crumbled into my grandmother's lap, telling her what I was experiencing and how scared I was, and like no one was listening to me. I needed to go to the hospital, I demanded.

Now.

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From here on out, this is not a true story.

My grandmother held me tightly, appalled that my mother hadn't gotten me any kind of help yet. She whispered soothing reassurances into my hair as she rocked me, calling my mom home from bingo.

At the very least, a quick trip to the ER (free) could ease my fears that I stopped breathing every ten minutes, and for the next half hour, she showed me ways to keep my mind busy while we waited and the next two times an attack hit she held my hand and said just breathe through it. See? You're still breathing.

By the time my mom was home, I was calmer, I told them I was okay and could be brave, and I slept like the dead that night. I knew I could always trust my grandmother.

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That would have been my ideal situation. If I ever have children, this is how I want to be able to treat them.

With respect, and as if what they say matters and is real. I want them to feel heard and appreciated.

Now, here's the catch.

No one is perfect.

Maintaining those levels of attention, on top of working and other children and whatever else might be going on in your life, can be extremely difficult. Generational neglect and abuse mean that most parents don't even realize what's messed up and what's not.

My ideal situation won't be everyone else's.

Eventually, I will hurt someone, unintentionally. I will be low on spoons, or don't know them well enough to react appropriately to something. Maybe they don't want or need "coddling", and my method will be harmful.

TL;dr

In a way, it's reasonable to expect that emotional neglect is simply a fact of life, and different people will handle the effects differently.

When emotional neglect occurs repeatedly over a long period of time, it begins to have an effect on attachment and child development. The things you're excited about are so consistently brushed off that you start to believe the insidious thoughts in your head as you try to rationalize why they don't seem to care.

Your parents tell you so many times that you're overreacting that you begin to believe it and start keeping things to yourself.

Instead of looking at examples, answer these questions about situations in your past:

1) Would I have done something differently if the roles were reversed?

2) Were my emotional needs met?

3) Did I feel heard? Understood? Believed?

4) Were they interested, and being an active listener?

5) Did I leave the conversation feeling safe, and as if continuing to talk to this person was safe? Did I leave knowing I could approach this person again?

6) Does this one person repeatedly make you feel negatively about yourself or your interests? Is it a trend with them in particular?

Emotional neglect comes in ten thousand flavours-- most unintentional, most one-offs. Many of these situations will be handled by YOU just fine. Some will have more of an effect than others.

But when you're young and it's repeated, you learn bad habits and start to have bad thoughts about yourself.

#emotional neglect #answered asks #mod dude

[nicorobinsimp333]

Miya Atsumu - TRAITOR

Atsumu x GN reader

So I have this idea for a series in my head for each song off of Olivia Rodrigos album and I have had it for a while and I’m finally getting around to posting them. Let me know what you think I hope you enjoy 🥹

* you and atsumu were endgame or well so you thought

* You had been family friends since before you two could walk. You were closer to him than Osumu so when he asked you out in your first year it was a no brainer

* Being with tsumi was definitely a roller coaster. He was kind and compassionate but he was also a flirty airhead.

* You and him had gone through so much. Always being there for one another loving one another at your worst

* It’s now been three+ years and nothing really has changed. Well you had, you grew tired of the lies and the secrets. And the gaslighting.

* You’d notice he’s been distant and you confront him about it. Asking if he even wanted to be with you anymore and if he wanted to be with someone else he should have just said so.

* You specifically asked about him and his manager but he quickly shut you down. Telling you they were just colleagues nothing more you had nothing to worry about. That it was just his training that was wearing him down

* But when you walked in the gym to give him a surprise bento and see him flirting with his manager. You still just pushed it off making excuses (they’re just colleagues)

* When he would come home late you would excuse it as late practices. You didn’t want to come off as insecure, since you trusted him. (Right)

* But you finally had enough when he forgot about your date. It wasn’t that he forgot just any date, he forgot on what would have been your 4 year anniversary.

* As you walked back to your shared apartment, you were trying to rationalize. Trying anything to keep you from making the hardest decision that you know deep down was ultimately the best one for you

* As you opened the door there he was fast asleep on the couch. You didn’t even bother waking him for an argument. You just went into your shared bedroom and started packing.

* Once you were done you gathered all your things at the door, took the keys off your keychain and went to wake Atsumu

* You were going to write a note but you figured he deserved at least a face to face break up.

“Tsumi” you said as you shook him to wake up. “Miya Atsumu, wake up I’m leaving.”

He reached out to grab your hand, while rubbing his eyes. “Where are you going” he said as he looked at his watch “it’s almost midnight?”

“ No. Atsumu, I’m leaving as in I’m leaving you. It’s over, we’re over.“

“Yer not funny babe, I’m tired can we just talk about this in the morning.” At this point you were sobbing, because yet again your voice wasn’t being heard. “Okay.” You said as you let go of his hand grabbed a paper and pen and wrote down what you wish you could’ve said to his face.

By the time it was morning you were long gone. You headed back to your childhood home since you didn’t really have any other choice. When you got there with all you bags your mother greeted you. She’s could see the pain and tiredness in your eyes and the first thing she said “I’m gonna kill him.” You wrapped your arms around her and asked her not to but to help you apartment hunt.

The day you returned home, Atsumu called your phone non-stop after he woke up and found you and all you belongings gone. When he read your letter he realized what he had done and he wanted no needed to find you and tell you he was sorry about everything and that he would be better. No more slacking off but every call and message never delivered and he had no idea where you’d go. He called your mutual friends and none of them knew where you were, then he called your mom. She said you mentioned going on a mini vacation but in reality you were crying in your childhood home, wondering were did it all go wrong. You didn’t want to see anyone and asked your boss for the week off. They loved you there so they told you to come back when you could. Your job was there when you return. After, 3 full days of crying, you woke up and started hunting. For a new place, new furniture and a new wardrobe. You cut your hair (wolf haircut or whatever you want to have), got new clothes and new perspective. Of course everything hurt but you couldn’t keep feeling sorry for yourself, not when you’ve come so far with a lot of other aspects in your life.

It’s been a couple of weeks since the break up and you’re in your new apartment. It was near your old one but it was the only available one and closest to your job. You haven’t seen Atsumu and haven’t spoken to him either. You were feeling better and you hadn’t really thought about Atsumu and your break-up. As you make it our your new apartment you decide to hit up your favorite market. You thought you’d be safe from any Atsumu interactions since he said he hated the run-down mini mart. Plus he was usually at practice so you were sure you’d be okay. That was until you walked down the snack isle and saw them. They’re dangling from his arms as he looks both happy and sad. He looks tired and you wanna rush to him and make sure he’s okay, but that isn’t your job anymore. Plus he’s with them, what would he need you for. And that’s when you make eye contact. You can see him stiffen and shove them off, but by the time he gets them off you’re already out the store trying to get yourself to breath evenly.

“Y/n, where have you been. I’ve been trying to call and make sure you were okay but you never answered. Your mom said you were out of town. Are you coming back home?” His face was sad and you can clearly see the bags under his eyes. But your head was filling with so many thoughts.

Was he sad because he got caught, was his eye bags due to sleepless nights of sadness or because they were keeping him company. But that’s when you felt a stray tear fall.

You stare at him through tear filled eyes. “Are you seriously asking me that after I just saw you with them. It hasn’t even been a month Atsumu. And don’t try to make me feel crazy, I know all about your little flirtations and even how you would go to dinner with them. I turned a blind eye to all of that because I loved you and wanted you to love me too. You told me I was paranoid and yet here we are. ”

“I know but those weren’t anything, nothing happened only business. They said they needed my help, what was I supposed to do leave them hanging? It was for volleyball, you have to understand that.”

“And you don’t think I needed your help too Tsumi.” You turn to face the other way as these words flow from your mouth. “ you didn’t cheat congraufuckinglations Atsumu, but you’re still a traitor, you chose your volleyball career and manager over me. You constantly made me feel like I wasn’t a priority and I understand,” you take a breath holding your tears in as best you can “volleyball is something important to you. You know I’ve always supported you and encouraged you to be the best you can. But I matter too and I didn’t deserve the past year but I let it happen. I allowed you to apologize and try to make it up but I knew deep down you didn’t really care. Maybe if I would have called it quits at the end of our second year. Maybe then I would still have you in my life. Maybe then I would be able to look at you. And you’ll probably never be sorry about what happened since I was so easily replaceable. I just really wish you would have thought all of this through before you allowed me to fall madly in love with you. You may have things to say but I’m begging, please just leave me alone. I don’t want you in my life anymore. I can’t, so this is goodbye Atsumu.”

With that you wiped your tears and turned on your heels and headed home. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You know most of what you said was in your note but saying it in person felt so good. It was bittersweet because you still love him. You probably always will but you know that you deserve better. You understand that life isn’t a fairytale and love doesn’t always prosper. But that’s okay, because you’ll pick yourself up and be the strong person you have always been. You’ll learn to love again. You will take what you’ve learned with you because, although this chapter of your life has now been closed, that doesn’t mean your book has finished.

#haikyuu angst #atsumu x you #atsumu scenarios #atsumu angst #atsumu fanfic #angst no happy ending

[aroaceconfessions]

I'm not sure if what I want to confess is more about a-spectrum or neurodivergent maybe but it's about feeling things in a different way than the rest of your surroundings - so maybe some other Aro and Aces would relate?

My memories of reacting "different than normal" begin early:

- as a preschool kid when I was told that I "look pretty" - my reaction was: cry. Maybe I was just a bashfull child not knowing how to deal with a compliment but my mom always thought it was unusual.

- in my primaly school whenever I've been called "brave" after having a shot, vaccine or blood sample taken - my reaction was: feeling confused and kind of humiliated. It got to be clear: the feeling was not caused by having injection itself - but by those words that were meant to be a compliment. Why? At that time I was one of the very few children never crying of fear before vaccination but I thought that everyone else was reacting stupidly (what was the point of crying? they could not avoid the vaccine anyway!). But in my head it was them who were weird, I was normal, obviously: a mature and reasonable little person among those unrationally behaving kids. And now adults talking down to me and making a fuss over my "bravery" when I was just being normal - felt like rejecting my rationality and maturity! By them I was assumed to be just another unreasonable child who only exceptionally behaved the right way. Also if I was told "it won't hurt at all" before injection - it felt wrong as well: I took really a lot of shots (treating my otitis as 3 yo) and I've been perfectly aware of that it DOES hurt but in bearable way - so why must you lie to me?! Just do what you have to and let me go, don't treat me like an idiot!

- years later, in my early 20's - when I noticed my peers getting excited about hot stuff and sex topic I felt the same as with injections: I am that rare reasonable, grown up and seriously behaving person surrounded by overreacting immature youth. I got interested in sexual stuff myself too,  but unlike others - I felt like it's nothing to joke at and like nothing I ever wanted to talk about with anyone. My interest in sex gradually became some kind of passion - but it was strictly theoretical and never attached to any particular person around me. Now I already studied scientific stuff about it as well as movies and pictures for years - and whenever I hear anyone using a word "virgin" or insinuations that someone who never had sex therefore is naive and unexperienced - I get that feeling of being humilated: like rejecting my knowledge and maturity all over again! Just because I never done it myself doesn't mean others know more about it than me!

- I know I'm aro-ace cause I never enjoyed anyone touching me in the sexual way or using too much diminutives when talking to me. Just thinking about it makes me feel confused again - as if I was mistaken for somebody else. Sorry, I am independent adult person, not to be used as a sex toy nor be treated like a child - talk to me, treat my body serious, don't underestimate me!

- I feel less uncomfortable thinking about pain. Like when I use electric depilator to remove my legs hairs - it feels satisfying and almost pleasurous. When I went to the spa once with my friend - I could not force myself to take a massage (I hate being tickled so much I might reflexively hit someone in defence). Yet I enjoyed having a body peeling very much. I guess I'd rather like to be scratched than caressed. I sometimes wonder if maybe I would potentially enjoy BDSM instead of sex?

Is anyone else of you Aro and Ace people feeling so confused about others misinterpreting your attitude? Like about diminishing your actions as exeptional and not treating you, your words and your knowledge seriously enough?

Submitted May 3, 2023

#aromantic #asexual #aroace #aspec #aro #ace #arospec #acespec #arose #neurodivergent #sensory issues #overstimulation #impostor syndrome

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 13 ("A Tisket A Tasket") Part 5, I Give Up

Just for funsies here's Jess calling Dean an idiot and Idiot admitting it.

Before I continued to slog through this absolutely mind numbing DALA (Dean and Lorelai Affair) episode, I uttered 6 words that I hope won't come back to bite me in the ass: "This can't possibly get any worse." Ahahahahahaha. There are 14 minutes left in the episode. I'm fucked. I've been on this one way too long and I'm determined to finish this. I'm just going to enjoy this Literati on a Bridge break. I'm going to my happy place where Dean doesn't exist and Rory is an orphan because Lorelai (and Chrisopher) don't exist and every episode is just 45 minutes of this.

"I'm so much happier here." R: "Why were you screwing with Dean an hour ago but you're suddenly being nice to me?" J: "Well it's the screwing with Dean that's an important step to getting here so I could be nice to you."

Ugh he took the fucking Quarter On A String so now I have to suffer through that fucking Lost and Found episode. God damn it Mariano! Why are the pretty ones always so dumb?

Did I mention that he is so pretty. I'm legally obligated to say that at least twice per Jess Episode. After Rory and Jess part ways, we cut to Rory returning home with a bag from the bookstore and Lorelai immediately shifts full gear into Weirdly Suspicious & Passive Aggressive Mode. When Rory admits she visited a bookstore and had a slice of pizza with Jess (oh the horror!) then goes to her room, Lorelai immediately shuffles her passive aggressive, suspicious little feet right in after her. 90% of the time that Lorelai and Rory meet to talk on their couch after Rory has just departed from the company of Dean or Jess, especially at night or at the end of the episode, it means Lorelai is about to dish out some horrible, horrible wisdom/life coaching. The Couch is where we have witnessed many classic mother-daughter bonding moments, such as the time Lorelai asked Rory to make sure Jess got his rabies shots before she slept with him. Ah, the couch.

Mmmm yep. *collects money*

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH. Here we go. I think it was the great Michael Scott who once said, Why are you the way you are? Honestly, every time I try to enjoy something fun or exciting, you make it...not that. I hate so much about the things that you choose to be.

Ya know, I stan Rory more and more lately with how she stands up for Jess. Sorry your mom's a bitch. How many more tmes I can rant into The Void about Lorelai's unhealthy grudge with Jess? How many more times can I point out that Lorelai has only had one prolonged interaction with Jess, while she's known Dean twice as long and he's been rude and used a condescending tone of voice with her many times, including the first time they met (on Willy Wonka night) and it literally just happened again moments ago. It's just mindblowing to me how she will not let this FUCKING GO and SIXTEEN years later in AYITL when she is married to his uncle she is STILL making digs at him over him being rude to her when he was 17, joking about how he should have a baseball thrown at his head.

I honestly don't think I could love Rory Gilmore more at this point. Bless her rationality and sweet heart and cute rose sweater that looks like a swirl of that strawberry icing you squeeze over instant oatmeal. Are you witnessing a historical moment right now? The birth of a Rory Stan? Sort of. It won't last forever, but since I won't go past season 4 anymore, then yes.

The "things she's seen and heard" are just her regurgitating what Dean told her 5 minutes ago. LOL. She just took this kid's word as gospel, without even questioning it. The DALA is so fucked up, man! Lorelai is way too concerned with the lives of teenage boys! If Dean told Lorelai to jump off a bridge would she do it?

I really wish this were my gritty unrated Gilmore Girls spinoff titled The Hollow because I would have someone on this show actually acknowledge that Jess is honestly something of a miracle. His father abandoned him as a newborn, he had a tumultuous, negligent, inconsistent, possibly even abusive upbringing. His mother drank while she was pregnant with him. He grew up watching unsavory men in his mother's life circle in and out like a revolving door (according to Liz The Worst, one of them even died). Yet he doesn't turn to any real crime, drugs, alcohol, or even sex (okay, well bless his heart he tries there but people seem to cockblock him at every turn). HE SKIPS SCHOOL TO WORK AT WALMART. In real life kids like that are really lucky if the worst path they go down after that kind of chilhood merely involves them stealing loose change from an old fucknugget like Taylor Doose who deserves to be stolen from anyway. That bridge should have been fixed 10 years ago. Here's some of the train wreck. There were no survivors.

If Dean needs someone to talk to that badly he can get a diary or a dog or a sock puppet or like, one fucking friend his own age. I think half of the issues of this show could be solved if these people had more friends. Can't Taylor Doose swing some kind of town wide Bid-A-Friend Auction? Or emotional support animals?

Sure but like, did you ever stop to think that you and Dean are actually his only "enemies" and it's completely one sided because he couldn't care less about you, and also, your enemy is a 17 year old boy and you're a full grown adult lmao. Crazy lady. I wonder how Jess feels knowing he's the most exciting thing that's ever happened to a town full of boring nobodies who will go nowhere and do nothing while he will eventually makes millions of dollars from his best selling novels that get turned into blockbuster movies. Maybe someone will even make a movie about his life. I'm going to think about who could play Milo/Jess in a movie about himself while Lorelai yammers on and remains in denial about how insane she is. What do you think? Lorelai says Rory is "So young and naive, so nice and gives everyone a chance"; what she's really saying is "Jess doesn't deserve a chance, not even from you." I stoppped watching at this point and only skimmed a few more seconds. I saw that Rory stormed off, Lorelai and Rory fight over it at FND, Emily is confused, Lorelai says "I didn't like Dean at first because I didn't know him, I don't like Jess because I know him." You know what, there are times when this show starts to get my under my skin so much that I’m just not enjoying it and there’s no point in finishing the episode. In conclusion, Lorelai sucks and ruins everything and my number one Hill To Die On will continue being that Dean and Lorelai are sleeping together because there is no other logical explanation possible for why she talks about him like this. Goodnight!

Edit: guys, sorry that I was so enraged with Lorelai The Worst that I managed to gloss over the fact that Rory and Jess went on a Book Shopping and Pizza PRE-DATE 😍😍😍😍 THEIR FIRST ONE!

In my Gilmore Girls spinoff The Hollow we would see every minute of every Pizza and Book date and pre-date I promise you this 🥰 No skimping!

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #a tisket a tasket #a-tisket a-tasket #literati #rory gilmore #jess mariano #Lorelai Gilmore #ARRRRRGHHH #RAGE #BUT A PRE DATE #I CANT WAIT FOR THEIR HOT DOGS AND RECORD SHOPPING PRE-DATE

[captain-lessship]

Roommates Pt.4

You had told your dads about Parent Weekend and how when they got here, you’d have a surprise for them. But as it got closer to the weekend, you grew worried. What if Dad didn’t like Ajax? What if Pop thought you could do better? 

You loved your dads to death… well Pop to his afterlife but you knew they could be judgmental but then you rationalized with the help of Wednesday.

“You seriously think your Father, the man who fell in love with a ghost, will judge you for dating a Gorgon?”

“I know it’s stupid but it’s just nerve wracking.”

Wednesday typed on her typewriter. You were one of the only full bodied individuals who could interrupt her writing time and live to tell the tale. “I think you are over thinking and complicating a simple situation.”

“Like your one to judge,” you huffed, falling face first on her bed. 

“Get off, you’ll get sad in my bed.”

You raised your head off the mattress, “Rude. And you’re right.”

“I always am.”

Next person to tell was Ajax. You walked to your dorm and walked in, typing on your phone.

Ajax was laying on his bed, reading a book. You stared at him, he noticed.

“Is there something on my face?”

You smiled and sat down beside him. He readjusted so he could prop his head on your thigh.

“Ajax, you know it’s almost Parents Weekend? Right?”

“Yeah, Mom and Pa have already got on their flight.”

You nodded, “Well, I just wanted to tell you something about my parents.”

“Okay? What’s up?”

“Well… my Dad is like me. My mom died when I was three and he tried to summon her spirit but then he met my Pa. He’s a Phantom.”

He just looked at you, you looked back.

“So? What’s their names?”

You were pleasantly surprised, “Uh… Pa is named Edmund and Dad is Bram.”

“Like the guy who wrote Dracula?”

“Yea!”

“Sweet. My Dad is named Peter and my moms Carmen.”

Ajax took the news surprisingly well. You were happy about it but your pissed Wednesday was once again right.

It was time. Parents were filling up the Quad and you were looking for your Dads. You saw your Uncle and Aunt first.

“Oh look!” Gomez said, walking to you and pulling you into a hug, “ You’ve gotten so tall.”

“You look so much like your father” Morticia followed with.

“Thank you and speaking of my father, have you see them?”

Suddenly you felt a chill, you smiled widely. You turned around to see the semi-transparent and slowly shifting figure. He laughed, which was a sound that was mixed with what sounded like glass breaking. 

“Pa! I missed you!” You hugged him once he changed into his solid form. He smiled at you. Wind whirled out of his mouth, making noise that only a few understood as a language.

“Yes, I am eating my vegetables.” You said, lightly embarrassed. The noise came again.

“No… yes… I can’t help it, Pa! Coffee is just so good!” He told you to not drink as much caffeine.

You felt something moving up your arm, you looked and saw black and dark purple sand. The sand slowly formed into a man. He was taller than you and was willowy, amber eyes glowing, crooked teeth showing as he looked at you. 

“Dad!”

“Oh my little nightmare, how are you?” The tall man towered over many other people and a few people stared at him.

“I am great! And Pa already asked about the vegetables and caffeine.”

Both let out a laugh, your Dad knelt to hug you. “We missed you so so much!”

“I missed you both too! Oh! About your surprise, stay right here.” You went to get Ajax.

“Bram?” 

“Gomez?”

The short man opened his arms, “Bram!”

“Gomez!” The tall man scooped him up into a hug. Lifting him high, the two men clowning and joking.

Edmund talked to Morticia. “Oh yes, I did use what you suggested for my makeup, Ed. Thank you. The pigment in this black is much better than my last brand.”

The noise came from him again, sounding like a wind chime.

“Yes, Wednesday is attending Nevermore now.”

The two cousins were now joining the conversation between their spouses.

Bram spoke, “Oh! That’s wonderful. Is she fond of it?”

“Relatively.”

Edmund’s voice rang louder.

“You’re entirely right, Ed. It’s only been half a semester!” Gomez said. 

Bram narrowed his eyes, “He loves it here but I worry. He falls asleep often and that, adding his dust, is all that was truly abnormal about him. It was the judgement towards us that hurt him.”

Morticia nodded, “We understand. You can’t help but wonder if you cause a few of their problems.”

Edmund grabbed Bram’s hand and made a low sound.

“Yes, but we are so happy he’s here. It’s a very Addams thing.”

Gomez laughed, “When your and Addams, everything is wonderful. In our own dreary, macabre atmosphere. “

The group laughed. You had found Ajax and had brought him to them. 

Ajax didn’t know what he was expecting. He assumed the familiar couple that stood together were Wednesdays Parents but when he looked at the other two men; he felt a twinge of fear.

One was dressed in a black suit, hair slicked back, flicking out towards the back of his head, and greying on the sides. He was so tall he could grab the ledge of the second Quad level easily, he had long fingernails that were painted black and reminded the boy of a eagles talons. His eyes were like a wolves, golden, sharp and intelligent. His mouth was outlined in black that looked like oil and had too many teeth, some blunt and others fanged, Ajax was pretty sure the man had two rows of them. He guessed since he was ninety percent sure this was your alive parent, this was Bram.

He the looked at the ghost. He was average height, add a few inches for levitation. He was dressed like a 1910s businessman and part of the left side of his face was scarred and was obviously blind in one eye before he passed. The only thing welcoming about the spectral being was his mustache that reminded Ajax of Sam Elliot. This must be Edmund. 

He felt his heart rate quicken but then he looked at you. You were beaming. You talked about them fondly, telling the stories of your house. Ajax knew they had to be good people with how you talked about them so he pushed his fear down.

“Dad! Pa! This is Ajax.”

The two men looked at the boy. Silence fell for a moment.

You broke it, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Something behind their eyes clicked and a smile fell on Bram’s face. Edmund stared at him, eye narrowed.

“Oh! It is wonderful to meet you!” Bram said, kneeling to hug the boy. Ajax thought he smelled like a forest and whiskey.

He released the boy and turned to his husband, “Edmund?”

The ghost stared thoroughly into the boys eyes before stepping forward and extending a hand to the boy. So that’s where you picked it up from.

After meeting your parents and realizing they were sweet people, Ajax felt insecure about his parents. His Dad was a lawyer and his mother was a diva. His Dad couldn’t go anywhere without his Bluetooth ear piece and phone and his mother hated everything of us wasn’t her way. 

Ajax knew that you weren’t what they had expected and when Ajax first told them about you, they went ballistic. It was a screaming match and it ended with Ajax hanging up and throwing his phone against the wall. 

But they had promised that they would at least give you a chance. 

Ajax was shakily holding your hand as he walked up to a pair of Gorgons. The man was dressed in a suit, a red tie and dark sunglasses over his eyes. His white snakes had gold clasps around them, making them seem longer and thus, more intimidating. 

The woman was dressed in a long sleeved dress with a scale pattern and had bracelets on her wrist and upper arms. Her snakes were hidden in a wrap that was a deep blue. Her eyes were a striking violet. She seemed flawless. 

“Mom, D-“

“Just a minute.” He pressed a button on his ear piece, “What Ajax?”

Ajax tried to not be annoyed, “This is my boyfriend.”

You smiled at them, extending your hand. Neither of them shook it. You took the hint and retracted it. Ajax felt sad that they were acting this way. 

“Sweetie,” his mother pulled him close to her, dragging him away from you and his father. She whispered in his ear. “Are you sure that’s the one you want to spend your time on? I saw several other Gorgon boys…”

Ajax pulled away, “Mom! you are being… being…”

“A what?” She asked. 

He stayed silent.

“That is what I thought.” She said. 

Ajax sighed and turned to walk back to you. “Hey Dad, he…”

His Dad was back on the phone, ignoring you and him. Ajax wanted to scream but instead he grabbed you by the sleeves and pulled you away from them and from everyone. You both were silent as you walked into your dorm.

You sent your Dad a quick text to let him know that you weren’t avoiding him but that you were tired. You looked at Ajax who was laying on your bed, you felt your heart break a little. You walked to your bed and laid down beside him.

“Do you want to talk about what she said?”

He was silent. 

You just laid there, waiting for his answer.

“She, ugh, she tried to pawn me off to someone else. She promised she’d give you a chance and she didn’t.”

You felt a frown grow on your face, “That’s… that’s just messed up.”

He rolled over a looked at you, tears building in his eyes. You raised a hand to his face to brush them away before they fell.

“I- They just needed to give you a hour. You are wonderful.”

You smiled, “Thank you and maybe one day they’ll give me a hour. We got time.”

He stared into your eyes, he leaned forward and kissed you. You kissed back. You both kissed each other for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other lips. Ever so often, you’d blot his tears away.

Maybe one day, you’ll get that hour.

You felt a hand run up and down your arm, gently scratching up and down. You breathed heavily.

“Morning,” Ajax said, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” you sat up and stretched, your back popping, “how long have you been up?”

“Long enough to get up and get breakfast. And yes, I got you your coffee.”

“You,” you lifted up your mask and drink the said coffee, “Are the literal best.”

You picked up the cup and enjoyed the still warm liquid you ran on. Ajax sat up and scooted off the bed. You watched him walk to his dresser.

“I know. I need you to do something.”

You sat your coffee down, “Yea? What is it?”

Ajax turned around. In his hands was a jar with colored sticks and a book. 

“Draw a stick.”

“For?”

Ajax grinned, “Date ideas.”

You smiled, “Did you do this yourself?” You said as you looked at the sticks, deciding which on to pick.

“Well… I might’ve, ya know, saw it on Enid’s Pinterest.”

You laughed, “She updated her Pinterest again? How long have I been asleep?”

“Two days.”

You looked at him, expecting him to be joking. He wasn’t.

“Damn.”

“It’s okay! Your Dads left you their gift and classes were cancelled today.”

“Why and where’s my gift?”

“Well, it’s Club Day. And it’s on your bed.”

You had to admit, you were upset that you had slept through Parents Weekend especially since you missed your Dads so much. You got up and walked to the box, picked it up and walked back to Ajax’s bed. He sat down beside you as you undid the ribbon and opened the box, you immediately smiled.

“Uh, what is it?”

“It’s dreams!” It was a collection of bottles of swirling sand and a book.

“Like real dreams people have dreamed?”

“Well, it’s complicated but kinda. It’s the different types of dreams someone could have.”

“Aren’t there just good dreams and nightmares?” He didn’t understand it.

“There’s two categories: Fantasiophio and Malditrope. All dreams are a blend of these two types and the different combinations have different effects.”

Ajax nodded, “Okay, it makes a little more sense now. Now, pick a stick, any stick.”

You smiled and put your box to the side, you drew a green stick. “Now what?”

Ajax opened the book, “Pick a number between one and eighth.”

“Seven.”

He read it, “Alright. We are going to go on a walk.”

“To?”

“It just says a walk.”

Then that was what you two were going to do.

#meeting the parents #meeting the family #addams family #netflix wednesday #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax petropolus #ajax wednesday #ajax fluff #ajax x you #eventual angst #parent problems #gay gay homosexual gay #enid sinclair #xavier thrope #Wednesday Addams #male reader #x male reader

[wherehave-yougone]

TW!!!!!!!!! Violence and substances mentioned!!!!

THIS IS A VENT POST about something I went through that I've never told anyone before. I thought if i wrote it all out maybe I could work through it a little.

December 31 2022,

Me and my fiance at the time went to a new years party at our friend J's house and I invited one of my childhood friends. Everyone had been drinking and smoking w**d, but no one had gotten as drunk as my fiance.

When the countdown to midnight started we all went outside to light fireworks. My fiance was so drunk he fell off the porch twice, and had to be helped into a chair. He was angry and calling me names at this point, and he said he wanted to go home. We had gotten in some minor fights before where we threw things or pushed each other , I didn't want to escalate to that so I chose to not be in the same vehicle as my fiance.

J drove him while my friend and i followed behind in another car. They got my fiance inside and put him in bed. Everyone had left ( or so i thought).

I went to put a blanket over my fiance.. He got up and charged towards me. I calmed him down a little and he went to the bathroom, but shortly after came running out to charge at me again. He grabbed me by the wrists pushing me in no particular direction. After some struggle I pushed him onto the couch but he still had hold of my arms tightly. I was frozen with shock and fear. I kept repeating "its ok it's ok its ok" in a whisper to try to rationalize what was happening. The only other words i managed to say were "im sorry please I know its my fault" even though I didnt know what i was apologizing for. He kept trying to swing his fists and kick his legs at me for what felt like hours, but was luckily too drunk to really land any hits.

I managed to call J while still being held by my arms and told him I needed help. J responded with " just call the cops and let them take him". I didn't want him to go to jail and ruin his life... Our life. So i called his parents. They said I should "relax it cant be that bad" to which I screamed "come get your son or the cops will". They showed up 30 minutes later (they only live 10 minutes away) and didn't try to stop him at all.

Once I finally got away from him I hid in a gap between the stove and the counter. His parents let him run around trying to find me until he gave up and they got him in their car. I handed my engagement ring to his mom and she pushed it back towards me saying "just wait until tomorrow to make a decision". His parents tried to convince me to get over it multiple times until they left and took him with them.

I don't know if it was from the shock or just needing to get away, but i ran outside to the parking lot. My childhood friend had been in his truck trying to sober up before heading home, and saw me run out. After explaining what happened we went back inside to start cleaning everything that had been broken from the fight.

After putting the lamp back on the broken table with my busted pineapple clock, I fell to the floor and started sobbing. With no energy to move, i laid there in a crumpled ball all night while my friend sat next to me just listening to me cry... 11 years of tears and anger came out that night. All of the things I had held in for so long surfaced and kept pouring out uncontrollably.

Morning finally came, as my phone started ringing. "Why am I at my parents" he said in an angry tone. I explained to him what had happened ... "Bullsh*t that didn't happen, im coming home right now f*ck you dont lie to me". I begged him not to come home yet, i said I was scared and needed time. He stayed away for a week until he decided it had been long enough and once he came home he saw the bruises on my arms. they were so bad i had to wear long sleeves at work for a month.

In that month things escalated. Every time I tried to talk to him I'd end up screaming and manic but I didn't know why. He drank every day even though he promised he would go to AA and get help. He would try to convince me to stay the night with him and every time i did he would be mad I didn't want to have s*x. I just wanted to be held but that "wasn't fair to his needs".

Through all of this my friend was trying to get approved on a trailer for us to live in, and that just pushed my fiance over the edge, but I needed a break and didn't trust any of my other friends anymore to stay with them. After signing the lease my fiance would call me and yell for hours about how I was a wh*re ,and I deserved to d*e ,and how he'd str*ngle my friend and "h*ng him by his dreadlocks". Then he would switch to how he was sorry and that I shouldn't be with someone like him and that I deserved better. He would threaten to k*ll himself multiple times, he took pills so much i had to call his dad to make sure he was ok.

One day he called and said he was going to k*ll himself and sounded serious. I had my friend drive me to him as fast as possible while my fiance was screaming profanity at me over the phone the whole way. As I walked in he put a g*n to his head and said "look at what you've done". I panicked and started hitting his chest to try to get him to stop. Finally he put it down and said " sorry I'm not in my right mind" and convinced me he wouldn't do it if I stayed the night. I agreed (I'm an idiot). We laid in bed cuddling when he tried to convince me to have s*x again and got mad like usual because I didn't want to. He told me i was over reacting and that "its not like he r*ped me" so he didn't understand why i didn't want to have s*x. We ended up fighting the whole night until sunrise.

After that I didn't go back until the weekend was over. Upon entering the apartment I found condoms all over the bed, and some drawing clearly done by a girl on the kitchen table. I called him crying. He had been begging me to come back while he was f*king some other girl. The same days he said I was his soulmate and he loved me, he had another girl on our couch holding my cat, taking my home.

A few more days past and he messaged me saying that he was done. He told me I could keep the engagement ring because "he wanted his first love to always keep it", He said that he found someone and they made him happy. He said just because he's happy doesn't mean he doesn't miss me.. And that maybe other people needed us in their lives more right now.. He told me we could be friends.

August 5th 2023 came and he said that he wanted the engagement ring back and I needed to come get one last box of stuff. The box was full of my childhood pictures and all the love notes I'd written him.. Even the most recent one. I was crushed seeing him in person again. I saw his new girl through the window holding my cat in the apartment I picked out for us... I told him he had been my best friend and that I would always love him but he hurt me, to which he said "you'll get over it". This was not the man i loved for all those years.. This was a stranger. As my friend drove us back I broke down screaming and crying about how much i wanted to d*e. My friend just stayed quiet and let me get it out the whole way home.

Days turned into weeks and I was still crying. I still am and its been 124 days since I last saw him... I don't know if i cry because I miss him or if I cry because the pain he caused wont go away. I know I cry because I lost my cat, my baby. He took him after promising I could have him and I'll never be able to see his orange face ever again... This is what crushes me most, To the point that I've decided to not have children so I never have to be that attached to something or someone again.

Not even a week ago he blocked me on everything just so he could post pictures of his new girl. He hated taking pictures. He never let me post selfies of my own. I haven't made a post on regular social media in a year and I feel pathetic... I feel stupid for still feeling hurt over what he does. He promised to be my best friend no matter what, he broke every other promise so why would he keep this one..

Its been months since that incident and just now people from my friend group are reaching out to me to ask how i am. And to tell me how my ex has ghosted everyone for his new girlfriend. So since they don't have him they think they can be friends with me again. Ha! Yeah f*cking right. No one was there for me except the people i talk to now and I'm not going to let that go. They all had bad things to say about the person i live with now but couldn't be there when i needed help ? go jump off a bridge you f*cks.

No one in my old life cared. I could starve and cut and take dr*gs and they would tell me I needed to lose more weight or needed to take more dr*gs cuz I was too uptight. My ex didn't even care when I lost 40 lbs from not eating. He just told me i was stupid . He threw a hashbrown at me once and said i was ret*rded cuz it was just food and that i shouldn't be crying cuz I wanted to eat it but couldn't make myself.

Some days I see how bad my past was.. Other days im blinded by the good memories and cry because I wonder if I made the right choice. I lost my cat, my fucking baby, over all of this. I lost the person I called my soulmate and my best friend, the person i thought was going to hold my wrinkly hand when im old...the thought of losing that still makes me cry even now... and I lost my hometown because I ran away. But I have gained a lot too since leaving.

I've started dating the person i live with. He was there through it all and showed me just how amazing of a person he is. I always felt a connection but my love for my ex was always too strong to make me think of anyone else. But now I find myself becoming more attached to my new bf. I can be vulnerable. Even if he isn't the best with words or advice, he listens. He doesn't tell me to stop crying, he just holds me until i do. I didn't intend to love someone else so quickly, and i may not be fully healed but that's ok. I am building myself back up with him. And he is very patient. We have our own issues, every relationship does, but I feel like maybe i can get through this trauma a little easier when hes there. I'm afraid to ever be that connected to someone again though... I dont know if I'll ever trust someone the way i did with my ex.. I might never let myself fully love again. And that is my payment for loving someone deeper than the ocean. Guard your heart until you know the person you love will guard it for you. And treat every day like its the last you'll see your loved ones or pets.. Because for me it was. Knowing they're 30 minutes away and I'll never be able to see them again will forever be something i have to live with and work through... But it will hurt me until the day i die.

If you read all of this, i just want to say thank you. You took the time out of your day to read some strangers life story, which shows you care more than anyone in my life currently. You are awesome <3 feel free to message or follow, I follow back <3

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[reine-uls]

Hello! It is me, the person who asked 7 questions a few days ago.

This is not really a question and more like a vent, I really don't know where to really vent this but you can ignore this if you want :)

Anyways, let's go back to the time where I asked those 7 questions. It was really late at night when this happened.

At midnight, my older sister will wake up, open my room door and then turn on the lights.

She began to mumble things I do not remember, but she was saying something. But I did remember her saying to open the door and check outside.

It was a bit weird for me but I refused, saying that I won't check it and that she should check it by herself.

A few minutes went by and she turned off the lights again, when I was about to go back to sleep, she suddenly turned on the lights again before saying that someone keeps knocking on their room window.

I sleep in a different room alone, while my older sister and my younger brother sleep in the same room.

And if you are wondering why she didn't tell this to our parents, it's because my dad works in another city far away from here while my mom is currently in the hospital.

My older sister just asked if she could just leave the lights open while I go back to sleep, which I agreed on.

My sister has left me alone now, so I decided to go back to sleep. After a few minutes, I heard a knocking on my window.

Scared and terrified, I took my pillows (and the laptop I use) and went to my siblings' room.

My older sister was (currently) the only one awake while my younger brother snoozes off.

I told my older sister what happened and we were both terrified. My sister texted our parents about what was happening, but it was 12 midnight when this was happening so it was an obvious fact they're asleep.

The knocking at first was calm, but over time, it became more aggressive.

This anonymous person outside our house won't actually go to the front door to knock there, instead, they will knock to the back.

And what is wrong with the back? It has absolutely no lights at all.

After a while, my uncle came since my sister probably texted him or my cousin. He let us stay at their place until the next day.

This started at 11 PM night and ended at 1 AM morning.

That experience was so traumatizing for me that I don't feel that safe anymore when I am left alone. It was so traumatizing that whenever someone knocked, I would feel shivers running down my spine.

I also wondered what would happen if me or my sister went out and checked who that anonymous person was. But I am very grateful we didn't.

I really hope anyone that reads this fully does NOT trust anyone or anything outside your house in such late periods of time. Since they might have something suspicious in their minds.

I also hope that you guys always lock your doors at night since you will never know what will happen!

And I wish everyone to be safe, this experience was just really traumatizing for me. And i'm sorry if this bothers you, or from how long this is ^^'

(This is also a bit incomplete, but it will take me long to write all those stuff so i hope you guys understand </3)

What an eerie experience! 😣 I’m sorry you guys went through such but I’m glad you’re safe and rationally avoided danger. Stay safe my dude~ 💕

#reply 💬

[adultswim2021]

The Venture Bros. #38: “The Lepidopterists” | August 3, 2008 - 11:30PM | S03E10

Well, it only took 8 episodes, but we’ve got our first just good-ass Venture Bros of the season. I forgot about this one being GREAT. There ain’t no hide nor hair of Hank, Dean, or Scooter Venture (is it Scooter? The dad? I forget his name all of the sudden and don’t feel like looking it up. Could it be Peanut?). This one was teased in the “Now Museum, Now You Don’t” episode. Doc Hammer wrote this episode and midway through the writing process Jackson told Doc that Spider-Skull Island was a museum now, in a different episode he was in the middle of writing. Lucky him, he got to write museum gags, like when 21 and 24 blend in at a museum tableau. 

The Monarch becomes Jonas Venture Jr.’s arch after the events of “Tears of a Sea Cow” (actually that one’s good I just decided). Throughout the course of their inaugural scuffle, Monarch uses weaponry, cunning, politics, and movie magic to get towards his ultimate goal of being able to terrorize the real Dr. Scooter Venture again (By Scooter I mean whatever that guy’s name is. I simply can not remember). The Monarch basically gets Jonas Jr. to attack him with enough severity that he would be within guild bylaws to avenge his loss by targeting his immediate family members, such as the hated Scooter Venture. Meanwhile we get Jonas Jr. trying to get the hang of being arched. 

The opening has a very memorable scene that involves the Venture Mech, Ventron, starting this one with a gosh dang bang. Ventron is piloted by Jonas Jr, Sally Impossible, the Sea Captain, and Ned, a parody of The Thing who’s just a childlike retarded man. Jonas Jr. is a very supportive parent to Ned, who nurtures Ned’s independence and choice-making so that he can, to quote Doc Hammer on the commentary, “be the best damn retard he can be”.

Doc uses the r-word cheekily on said commentary after sharing a story about his mother scolding him for using it on the show, spoken by the Monarch. Doc puts a similar exchange between Jonas Jr. and the Monarch, where the Monarch incredulously offers back that he’s a villain and of course he’d use bad words like “retard”. He joked that his mom won't listen to the commentary. I hope she doesn't read this blog.  

The Pirate guy has a side story where he gets addicted to tranquilizer darts. 21 and 24 have to go on some technical mission with a third guy, Henchman 1. 21 and 24 continue their meta thread about how they fancy themselves main characters of their life, and evade death. They mention Tomb Raider in this episode, specifically her dying animation when she drowns. Jackson and Doc initially bonded over Tomb Raider when they first met.

Henchman 1 is a squareheaded and competent, and voiced by Jackson Publick squeezing his throat like David Cross in Mr. Show when he does the black guy voice. You know what I’m talking about? Jackson Publick actually cites this in the Venture Bros art book (which I found a digital copy of; here’s hoping they reissue that thing with updated entries for the finale and final season). Henchman 1 doesn’t survive, as far as we know. 

This one moves so goddamn quick and is actually funny. They even manage to get into guild rigamarole, which I usually find fraught humor-wise, and not only make it interesting but make it an important weapon being wielded by the Monarch. Death to Scooter.

MAIL BAG

This was really a turning point for me with Tim and Eric. While they would still put out three or four fantastic high-concept or style parody episodes, the hitting average on the more standard sketch episode just completely tanks. You can make one or two great episodes out of each season compiling the best gags but the pickings are bone slim. Wish they just got cancelled and did more episodes of Nite Live instead lol.

I might be more charitable than that, but I basically agree. I used to rationalize it in my head that Tim & Eric simply grabbed an opportunity to generate a lot of stuff, and decided not to be precious with it, and just foolhardily started churning out stuff and lost steam. Like a somewhat noble failure?

I now realize that a likelier explanation is that Adult Swim ordered 30 episodes (seasons 2-4) and shortly switched over to HD, and the production budget was locked so Tim & Eric couldn't make the switch and were basically pressured into churning out their 30 as quickly as possible, just to grant it a slightly-longer shelf life before becoming completely obsolete. I guess I'll sort my feelings out when the season is done.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #the venture bros.

[storiesofsvu]

Fortuitous Reunion Ch 7

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, angst/hurt/comfort, minor anxiety attack.

Rita’s head shot up at the sound of your keys in the door, she wasn’t quite sure what was going on with you and obviously wanted to find out, hoping that she could help fix it. She moved toward you as you dumped you bag, hanging up your coat, quickly turning to her.

“Sweetheart…” her arms wrapped around you and you gave a wavering sigh as you sunk into her embrace, the warmth immediately bringing you some peace. You felt some of the anxiety begin to melt away as her hands rubbed at your back, her lips hit your head gently.

“Thank you.” You murmured, tugging away enough so you could kiss her. Rita’s hand cupped at your cheek while the other one passed you the waiting wine glass.

“You seem pretty frazzled darling…how unethical are we talking here?”

“Uhm…you mean lying to a patient in order to get another blood sample and then ordering an expensive and very unnecessary lab to test it against my own?” You quickly sucked back a large gulp of wine, honestly half embarrassed at your actions.

“Okay…I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that because you are definitely branching into the world of illegal.”

“I found my birth mother….”

“Oh?” You felt the anxiety bubbling up inside you again as everything began pouring out, the wine found a home on the island while you started to pace, your words tumbling out of your mouth.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m freaking out a bit. I mean, I thought she had some weird vendetta against me for who know’s what reason. I started thinking it had something to do with you, maybe you had history together, but it turns out it’s probably because she’s freaked her daughter’s marrying someone a mere five years younger than her. I mean, I knew she had me at fifteen so she wouldn’t be that old, but the whole warped way that she’s come into my life. It was a damn downward spiral, the moment she turned up in the E.R, the blood type, things started to make sense, I had to pry, I had to figure it out and now part of me’s almost wishing I didn’t know. How am I supposed to just go on in life knowing and having her around and what? Just pretend that I don’t know? I mean, I guess she managed to do it. Or do I admit I know? Do I try to get to know her? How does that even work? What’s her relationship to me when she’s my Mom but didn’t raise me, she doesn’t really know me.”

Rita’s hands grasped at your arms, stilling you in both your pacing and your ranting, your attention suddenly redirected to her.

“Darling…breathe…”

“I know…sorry…” you reached out for your wine, gulping back half the glass while you attempted to calm down.

“You said she was in the hospital, is Liv okay?” Rita’s question had you frozen, glass halfway back to the island.

“I never said anything about Olivia…”

Fuck.

You took a step back, removing yourself from her arms as realization swept over your face. The previous confusement replaced with a hint of betrayal.

“You knew?”

“I-“

“How long have you known?! How long did you let me think that she hated me? Have you been lying to me this entire time!?”

“I never once lied. I was simply withholding a piece of truthful information.”

“Oh don’t pull your lawyer bullshit on me Rita!” You stepped back closer to her, your emotions were all over the place right now and you didn’t have the patience to deal with her trying to weasel her way out of this discussion.

“I’m not trying to. I just need you to calm down, think rationally about this for a minute.”

“Think rationally?! I just found out my biological mom has been all over my life recently, hell she was at my engagement party and I was denied the privilege of even knowing that! How long were you keeping this from me?” Rita sighed heavily,

“A few days after proposing.”

“And what? She just up and told you because she was concerned about my choice of life partner?”

“No…” she pinched at the bridge of her nose, “I pressured her into telling me. I knew she was startled the first time she saw you and I thought maybe it had something to do with an old case. That there was something criminal related that you didn’t know about, I was just trying to protect you. Besides, you’d never said anything about wanting to meet your birth parents before.”

“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t curious!” Taking a shaky breath you pushed your hair back, “I know I was lucky as hell to have the upbringing I did, but there’s always a part of my brain that wonders why she gave me up. And the bigger part of why she decided to stop visiting! Like what, I turn two and suddenly I’m too old for you? Why up and leave out of nowhere? I get it, she was young, but she at least used to love me, even if it was only a sliver of her heart, I was still in it. How do you just stop caring about somebody like that?”

Rita felt her heart absolutely crumbling as she watched you break in front of her. She’d never once seen you like this and she wasn’t entirely sure what she was supposed to do.

“Sweetheart…” stepping toward you she hesitantly reached out, giving your hand a soft squeeze, “I’m sure that’s not what happened.”

“Oh God…” the tears were fully starting, “I feel like I can’t breathe.” Pushing past her you scooped up your coat and bag, pulling the door open.

“Y/n!” You felt Rita’s hands around you, vaguely feeling the way you roughly shoved her off you.

“I need some air!” You practically bolted to the stairwell, the door falling shut behind you as you hurried down the stairs.

Rita’s shoulders slumped at the sight of you practically running away from her. She knew she was at fault here, at least partially, she should’ve tried to reason with Benson, get her to talk to you instead of just being distant. She wanted to go after you, but knew there would be no good in that, the last thing she wanted was to upset you even more. You had your phone, it wasn’t even dark out yet, you’d be fine, and hopefully be back before she realized.

Even more so she hated that over the last couple of months, your relationship had been under a pile of stress, she’d attempted to bury it with affection but everything just came blowing back up in her face. Ever since she’d given you the ring, things were fine for a couple of days, and then it became a world of secret keeping and avoidance that lead to the events today. The two of you rarely fought, and when you did it was usually only small bickering matches, and you certainly had never ran out of the house like that. She swore, if she lost you because of Olivia Benson she would never let the woman live it down.

*

You weren’t even sure how long it had been, but you were aware of the skies beginning to darken around the city as you meandered through the park. Originally you really had just been having some form of anxiety attack, just being outside and in the slightly chilled air helped you calm down. You absentmindedly wandered down to the park, eager to burn off the pent up energy vibrating just under your skin. Eventually you found home on a bench, watching the water while your brain tried to process everything that happened in the last twelve hours.

You definitely weren’t totally sure how you’d ended up where you were, but for once you just followed your instincts and your gut, leaving your brain out of it for once. After all, wasn’t that what you’d done earlier? You timidly reached out a hand, knocking on the apartment door, suddenly feeling like you were ten years old again.

“Y/N? I…didn’t realize nurses made follow up home visits.” Olivia half teased, okay, you were at least somewhat headed in the right direction. “How did you even find out where I lived?”

“Let’s just say I’ve done a number of frowned upon things today and figured why quit while I’m ahead? But maybe let’s not talk about that because I’m suddenly remembering you’re a cop.”

“Is…everything okay?”

“No. And I got into it with Rita and that’s really not helping.”

“Over a case?”

“Not exactly….” She noticed the red of your eyes, the way you were wrapped around yourself and half avoiding her eyes.

“Did..you want to come in?”

“Please.”

“Have a seat.” She gestured to the couch before locking the door, briefly pit stopping in the kitchen, handing you a glass of wine as she settled into the arm chair perpendicular to you.

“Thanks.” You muttered, taking a sip. “I’m sorry for showing up here like this, I just…wasn’t sure what else to do…”

“Okay?”

“I know…” your eyes flicked up to hers, watering with tears.

“Rita told you?”

“No.” You took a heavy breath, “though that’s why we got into it. But…something just clicked at the hospital. Dr Klassen had me pull your medical history, I saw an admitting form with the same date that I was born and I just had to know. You can deny it all you want but the DNA doesn’t lie.”

“That would be the unethical part? There was no lab mess up?”

“No..” you wiped at a stray tear, “those vials are basically indestructible. Sorry..for, invading your privacy and all.”

“Wanna talk immoral I once ran my DNA through the system to see if I had any other relatives and ended up tracking down a half brother. So, I think we’re even on that front.” You let out a watery laugh, at least you knew she wasn’t going to go full cop on you for breaking the rules.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Olivia felt her heart quicken, knowing the types of questions you must have.

“I know you were only fifteen…and that neither of us would be where we are in life if you hadn’t given me up..but..why…why did you stop visiting? Did you…not want me at all anymore?”

“Oh sweetheart…” her own eyes began to fill with the tears she thought she might have been able to hold back, “I wanted to keep you. I really did. I fought tooth and nail with my Mother over it. A Counsellor at the clinic was the one that helped me realize how much work it would be, and my Mother…wasn’t exactly present, I’d have no support. They suggested open adoption as the best option so that I would still get to see you grow up, and that I’d know you had a good life, a far better one than I could have ever given you.”

“Okay…”

“When you were born I almost took it all back, getting to see you, hold you for the first time. It destroyed me having to hand you off to people I’d known less than eight months.”

“But you used to visit..when I was a baby?”

“I adored every second I got to spend with you. And then it started to tear me apart, having to leave you behind, knowing that you’d potentially grow up thinking I was your Aunt or something. I wanted a baby more than anything, and have ever since. I wanted to be the one raising you, not just watching you grow up from afar. My Mother was already drinking so heavily, watching her granddaughter being raised by other people was too much for her too, she went off the deep end, I was nearly flunking out of school. After talking with your parents we decided that it was best for everyone if I stopped visiting, they sent a few pictures, letters, over the years but that was the only contact.”

“So it wasn’t that you never loved me?”

Olivia couldn’t help it, call it a maternal instinct, say it was her years of working with fragile victims but she wasn’t about to let her own flesh and blood cry without comforting her. Swiftly moving beside you on the couch she wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a hug, her body relaxing at the embrace of actually hugging you for the first time in years.

“No…not at all. If anything it was that I loved you too much and I knew it was just going to get worse.” You sniffed, feeling her hand brush away a few tears, “when you walked into my squad room my heart just about stopped. I was so worried you were a victim, then I briefly thought you might be the girl Carisi was seeing,” you couldn’t help but snort over that one, “then I was just confused.” You gently pulled out of the hug, pulling your leg under you so you were properly facing her.

“Are…you…okay with me being with Rita?”

“I have zero problem with you being gay if that’s what you mean.”

“And the age difference?” You winced.

“I have no say in who you love, or who you marry. Even if I raised you, you’re an adult, and I trust you to make your own choices. While Rita has thrown me a fair share of surprises this year, I know how much she cares about you. Seeing the two of you together at the engagement party? You’re completely enamoured by each other, and you’re going to continue to make each other incredibly happy, I know it.”

“Thanks.” You sighed, wiping the last of the tears from your cheek. “Where…do we go from here? I mean, it appears we can’t completely keep out of each other’s lives, but…I can steer clear from the precinct, hand off patients to someone else?”

“Oh, no! Honestly we all prefer when it’s you and Sophie, you actually have more of an understanding of how to deal with it. And…we can figure things out. I never meant to come across like I didn’t like you, I just didn’t know how to approach the entire thing.”

“Just waited for me to commit a few HIPPA violations to figure it out.” You joked.

“Okay, let’s not go there. Besides, you’ve got the best defence attorney in the country at your side.”

“True.” You smiled weakly, “uhm…I would really like to get to know you, if…you’re okay with that?”

“I would really like that.” She smiled back at you, and honestly, you felt your heart warm, knowing that she wanted to know you, unlike the complete opposite of what you had thought.

“Okay.”

“We can grab coffee next week?” Her hand reached out to the side table, picking up a business card, “my cell’s on the back. But now…I think you should get home because I know there is a very worried fiancée waiting for you.”

“Oh! Fuck.” Your hand shot to your pocket, and sure enough there were a few missed calls from Rita, “I didn’t even realize how long I’ve been gone, shit.” Olivia laughed softly as you both rose from the couch, moving back over to the door. “Thank you.” You smiled, and easily accepted the soft hug that she bid you goodbye with, not missing the call for you to get home safe.

Flagging down a cab, you were thankful to be home within twenty minutes, hating that you’d kept Rita waiting so long already, time had simply slipped by without you even noticing. You weren’t surprised to find her on the couch, her head shooting back at the sound of the door opening, half of you was a little surprised she wasn’t working though.

She quickly moved though the room to you and you fell into each other’s arms in a tight warm hug, the love wrapping around the two of you while you murmured apologies to each other, the previous words of the day fading away completely. You forgave her for not mentioning it, knowing that Liv was the one that asked her to do so. She wasn’t aiming to hurt you, she was just aiming to keep a friend’s trust, and you could value that. Rita curled you against her on the couch, kissing your head softly while the two of you polished off the bottle of wine from earlier, she listened to you get out your emotions, talking over the conversation you’d had with Olivia, and how you hoped things would begin to move forward positively. She admired the way the two of you were working things out, and reassured you that she loved you no matter what happened.

After all, that was all that mattered.

#rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #law and order svu #fortuitous reunion #rita calhoun fanfiction #rita calhoun series

[knuts-and-bolts]

it was my first year of summer camp and i was homesick and scared of the dark. it was my moms birthday that day, and the night my cabin had our camp out. once it got dark, i started to cry. i was inconsolable. until my counselor molly sat beside me and asked if she could tell me a story.

ten years later, i tell myself the same story when i start to panic or when things are just too much to handle. tonight, i told it to a cabin of kids at the same camp. i work here now, and i get to be the person for them that molly was for me.

i’m don’t think many people will read this, and most of you are my close friends who have heard it before. still, i wanted to put it out there so it can never be fully forgotten. here’s the story.

once upon a time there was a girl named molly. molly loved more than anything in the world to go camping. she had camped with friends and family, on beaches, mountains, valleys, and deserts. each time she felt more connected to nature and to herself.

one day, molly decided to finally go camping alone. she packed her bag with everything she would need, then double checked it, then triple checked it. her family drove out to the mountains, and as she got out of the car they reminded her that they would be close by. if anything went wrong, they said, just shout or walk back toward the car. molly told them she understood and that she loved them, and she set off.

she reached the perfect clearing in the early afternoon, and after setting up her tent, she decided to go explore. she hiked to a nearby creek and waded in the icy water until the sun began to dip under the trees.

molly made a fire, as she had so many times before, and cooked her dinner. she watched the sunset as the fire burned out. it had been such a long day, she thought, but it had been perfect so far.

molly climbed into her tent and got comfortable in her sleeping bag. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

a couple hours later, she awoke to the strange sensation of being watched. a pair of glowing yellow eyes blinked at her through the thin material of the tent. it’s probably just a fox or a raccoon, she comforted herself, nothing to worry about. she laid her head back down and went beck to bed.

but again, she woke in the middle of the night. this time, there were more eyes peering in at her. she felt herself begin to panic as she wondered what it could be. a pack of coyotes, she wondered, a pack of wolves?

molly clutched her flashlight close to her chest and pulled her sleeping bag up over her head. she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. when molly’s heartbeat had evened out again, she tried to think rationally about the situation.

after thinking for a while, molly made her decision. she took the biggest, deepest breath she could, exhaled all the way, and unzipped the tent. she knew she would never sleep unless she at least saw what it was that scared her so badly. she shone the beam of her flashlight directly when the eyes had blinked a split second before.

and there was nothing. puzzled, molly looked around. there wasn’t a single animal to be seen or heard, nor a footprint or any kind of trace something had been there. she wondered if whatever it was would come back if she put the light away.

she switched it off and waited. slowly, one after another, the eyes blinked open. as she watched, they began to dance and twirl around her. they were no longer pairs, she saw, but dazzling specs of light.

fireflies, she thought, and she smiled. thousands of fireflies lit up the night sky in the clearing. more than she had seen in her whole life. the full moon illuminated the trees around her, and the sky was filled with twinkling stars.

molly laughed and watched the bugs moved through the air. she pulled her sleeping bag out of her tent and began to fall asleep under the light of the moon.

just before she fell asleep, molly thought to herself just how grateful she was that she had been brave enough to face her fear. she wondered what life would look like without the beauty of the fireflies and the perfection of the night sky to lull her to sleep. with that, molly finally drifted off, and dreamt of a flying among the stars like the fireflies.

#bedtime stories #nostalgic #summer camp #this is my best coping skill believe it or not

[thegongoozlerreacts]

Cemetery Mary: Reginald's Route Part 2

now i am going to go get Reginald's good end! the bad end was,,,, it was,,,,,,, bad

anyways to get the good ending i'll just do the opposite of what i did the last time (and follow the ending guide lol)

spoilers belowww

ok so ive mostly been skipping thru everything and for some reason??? i keep ending up on the wrong routes?? like i accidentally got on the twyla route then the Crowven one like oopsies

not sure what i did wrong tho ?? i'll just start over

ok now im on the Reginald route, going shoppinggg time to get one wrong thing just to see what will happen ok nothing much happened just some dialogue

now to bring up the axe (bro he is so sus)

the cursed manga still freaks me out i skipped thru the church part but it still freaks me out also why did those people at the church look at Mary weirdly also im really curious about the black goo stuff,,, will i get an answer for it in the true ending or on the good end of this route?? im wondering if i should get the true end on Reginald's route (but it doesnt rlly matter which route i get the true end on since it doesnt change much apparently)

that part where Reginald gets mad at his neighbor makes me wonder if he's only super nice to Mary and around Mary like is his behavior different around other ppl when Mary's not around??

aww asking Crowven to stay,, cute

THEYRE SO CUTE AHHHH

now for Mary talking to the priest at the church,,, an interesting thing about this route is that Mary never realizes her ghost-communication powers, just gets caught up in some weird curse/wish thing in the form of defaced shoujo manga and a mysterious headstone

thats nice of him no threatening 'I'll make her be sorry' comments just him showing up w an umbrella

in the restaurant scene why does Mary see black goo come out of the mouth of Reginald's victim just another clue that the manga and the grave are connected to Reginald i guess??

OUCH

i tried to call twyla in the part where Mary needs to sleepover with someone interestingly u literally cant LOL twyla doesnt answer that makes sense tho

oho?? this is new a headache huh? and that music from the church when she was super sick is playing too ooh will she discover that Reginald's missing or smth?? learn more answers regarding the manga and the eye and the grave???

oh her phone is missing?? did Reggie take her phone? since he told her about the flashlight and Mary was like 'did he not realize my phone has a flashlight?'

maybe he took her phone bc its flashlight is bright enough that she would see that he isnt in the living room, unlike his flashlight

i am very incredibly nervous

OH WTF??? IS THIS HIS POISON MIXTURE?

hey maybe his antifreeze-poison thing is a mixture between antifreeze and rat poison since twyla said that it was 'some kind of' antifreeze that had a purple label but they werent able to find anything like that so maybe the label was actually a rat poison label???? or maybe im wrong LOL

ooooh it changes??? i went back and picked the middle 'grab something' bc i wanted to see if it was the same thing

it wasnt, obviously but also IS THAT MARY'S HAIR?? WTF???

what's the third thing

OH MY GOD

ok im gonna,,, im gonna continue with the first option that i picked if Mary doesn't discover the other stuff then i'll just re-load those saves and see

MARY DONT SMELL OR DRINK THE STRANGE LIQUID MARY?!?!??!

ah ok so she put it away and then u can pick to grab the other stuff alright

Mary dont rationalize the pictures,,,, they were taken without ur consent or knowledge Mary,,,,, Mary these are red flags Mary,,,,,

OH MY GOD ITS HER MOM'S NECKLACE ISNT IT OHHH MY GOD.

if i slept in her parent's room then this would be her plushie right?

"Is the Reginald I know... even a real person?" lol. lmao. no.... hes not,,, sorry Mary,,,

I KNEW HE HAD SMTH TO DO WITH ALL THAT WEIRD STUFF!!! I KNEW IT

jumped when the mirror broke lmaoo

oh god. i hope he doesnt catch Mary

oh no she's trapped :((( nooo Maryyyy

BBBBBBRRRROOOOOOOOO

oh fuck. oh no. oopsies...... i missed the quick time event im,,, Mary i am so sorry

bro wtf stay away from Mary?!?!??!

"It makes me sound like I'm crazy" my good sir you are crazy you are absolutely insane

"No matter how many times it happens" so there is time travel happening

that IS true i cant deny that but also,,, u like,,, thats not how u do it Reg

"You... love funerals so much. ...So I tried to provide you with as many as I could!" oh so THATS why he kills people ok,,,, ok then thats

yeah thats definitely not how u do it

how many times has he been like time travelling or like,,, looping i guess?? is it a time loop?? maybe??

HHHUH WHAT WHAT WAS THAT??? I DIDNT GE TTO READ IT?

i think it was purple text that said 'well since you asked so nicely' but im not sure?? im just assuming cuz she's out now so is Reginald behind the purple stuff? probably but like maybe its not on his side?? woah first time that some creature presented with purple is doing some good(?)/j

help?? Crowven??? i mean like yeah i would too but lets slow down for a sec

what the hell he just disappeared? and everything he owned too??

well that was a wild ride definitely more confusing than all the other routes and no ghost-communication too (unless the eye and purple text were ghosts?)

well im gonna process this ending, maybe ramble more to my brother bc he doesnt know anything and its funnier to theorize around him

i think im also gonna try to take a screenshot of that one purple text bc im curious abt it

next time i'll be playing i wont skip any scenes, and i'll be getting the true end on Crowven's route

#cemetery mary #cemetery mary spoilers

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Backburner Accident

One Chapter Two

Stan was used to being pushed to the back, he did his best to never take it to heart, but sometimes, sometimes it really hurt.

Like now.

Watching his two best friends drive away from their shit little home town.

He tried to rationalize and push the pain away, but he knew it wasn’t that easy. It hadn’t been easy to watch people drive away, especially since the last time he did was when Shelly left for college. It was supposed to be a quick drop off, Shelly and Sharon were going together so they could have some girl time. 

“Bonding before my little girl leaves me for good.”

Stan didn’t think anything of it, he hugged his mom, got a kiss on the head and had a brief stare off with his sister before she pulled him into a hug, and really that should’ve tipped him off. Shelly and him didn’t have a huggy relationship, more of a ‘I’ll set you on fire for fun, but if someone else does their dead.’ relationship. So to hug him was out of the question, but he just chalked it up to a rare moment of sibling love. 

Randy of course ruined the whole goodbye, he was not only half drunk but also extremely high. Instead of a touching father and daughter goodbye he received a kick to the balls when he told her to promote the family weed farm at every party. Stan just signed sadly before telling them to drive safely, waving them off before helping Randy into the house after the van disappeared.

He wasn’t worried until five days passed and he still hadn’t heard from his mom or sister. He called them each multiple times and even went to his dad panicking as Sharon rarely left him without answering the phone. Randy just waved him off mumbling that they were probably just partying it up. It took a couple more nights until Stan broke down and called the Purdue University’s Police departments non-emergency line. Apologizing profusely while explaining that his sister was set to start there that week but he hadn’t heard from her or their mom for over a week since they left.

The cop was very understanding and told Stan that Shelly Marsh had arrived safe. She promised they’d reach out to his sister and have her contact him. Stan thanked her profusely trying to hold back tears knowing his sister was safe. It was three days later when Shelly finally called him. Stan was mad, and wanted to scream at her but he just choked back a sob telling her how worried he’d been. Of everything he was expecting to hear it wasn't his sister sobbing softly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Stan. Mom isn’t coming back to South Park, she is sending Randy the divorce papers soon.”

“What about me?”

Shelly’s silence was deafening and soon Stan was crying at the realization his mom was abandoning him with Randy.

“No. No please no don’t please don’t leave me here. Shelly I-please.”

He begged sobbing into the phone as his sister started crying with him. It took a few minutes before they both were silent just sitting and listening to the other try and catch their breath.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, she wouldn’t tell me. She has a house here already, told me she’d stay here until I graduated. After a while she told me to stop asking about you.”

“I’m going to call her, and I won't stop till she answers that damn phone and tells me why.”

“Okay.”

“Keep in contact with me?”

“As if you could ever actually escape me you little turd.”

“Bye Shelly.”

“Bye Stan.”

Stan called and called Sharon until she finally answered, and he didn’t even know what to say. What do you say to your mother, that just abandoned you with your trashcan of a father.

“Stanley, this needs to stop. Stop calling me.” Sharon said the usual warmth and love that her voice held dampened. Stan huffed holding back tears and a few curse words.

“Stop calling? How about you call me and tell me you’re safe? How about you call me and tell me "’hey son sorry but I’m never coming back!’ What the hell is going on mom?”

“I think it's obvious Stanley.” Stan couldn’t hold back the sob anymore as he broke down crying.

“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me mom I need you.” Sharon sighed on the other end of the phone, tired and disappointed causing Stan to cry more.

“Honestly Stanley, you’re too much like your father. I need to think about me, my mental health. I can't stop myself from leaving when you’re turning out to be just like your father.” Stan felt like everything froze when she uttered those words.

‘Too much like your father.’

Stuck on repeat as he tried to find the words to tell his mom that she was wrong and he was nothing like Randy.

“M-mom please..”

“No Stanley, this is it. I’m done and I’m never coming back to South Park, I left with the only kid that took after me. I’ve already signed away all my parental rights for you to your father. Goodbye Stanley.”

The line went silent and Stan was frozen, tears falling slowly and with shaking hands he quickly redialed her number only to be met with an automated message.

“The caller you are trying to reach is unavailable or has a voicemail box that is not set up, please try again later.”

Stan tried calling Sharon four more times before he gave up and just sat on his bed breaking down completely. Body wracked with sobs he couldn’t stop and he begged to wake up from this new nightmare of his. After a while Randy stood in the doorway drinking a bear and staring out the window.

“So you finally found out?”

Randy offered no words of encouragement as his son was having a breakdown; he just stood there drinking his beer and staring out the window. Stan called down after a few minutes, before he calmly stood up and grabbed his charger, shoving it in his jeans pocket. Randy’s attention finally shifted to his son who walked towards him and out the door down the stairs.

“Finally stopped crying over that bitch? Good, shouldn’t waste your time over someone that can’t see that everything I’ve done has been to better this family. Besides, we don't need her and she obviously doesn’t care, told me she wouldn’t even fight for you or the farm if I gave her an easy divorce. Bet she would’ve fought if she knew about the money I make as Lorde. God what a bitch.”

Stan balled his fist as more tears began to fall, he quickly pulled his jacket on and yanked his hat off the rack. He didn’t put it on as he opened the door and just walked out ignoring Randy calling out wondering where he was going.

The fifthteen minute walk felt like hours as he was stuck alone with his thoughts but in no time he was in front of his Aunt’s house ringing the doorbell. Thomas opened the door and only had to look at him for a second before he yelled for Aunt Laura to hurry from the kitchen. He pulled Stan into the house pulling him into a half hug rubbing his nephews back as he closed the door. 

Laura hurried out of the kitchen confusion clear until she saw Stan who was crying full force again. 

“Oh Stan sweetheart, what's wrong? What happened, did my stupid brother do something?”

Stan sobbed, his breathing erratic as he tried to form a sentence and only managed to stumble forward, pulling his aunt into a tight hug hiding his face on her shoulder.

“Auntie! Auntie, I-I, shes-moms.” He mumbled out shoulders shaking as he couldn’t get it out. Laura shushed him as she ran her fingers through his hair, one arm wrapped around him rubbing his back.

“It's okay, it's okay. Just breath sweetheart, just breath, I’m right here. Auntie is right here sweetheart and I’ve got you. Just let it out.”

Craig and Tricia peaked out of the kitchen looking at their parents before Craig made the decision to distract his sister.

“Come on Tricia, let's make hot chocolate for everyone. Let mom and dad take care of Stan.”

Laura led Stan over to the couch and sat down with him. She whispered words of comfort as she hugged him tightly and Thomas stood nearby worried for his young nephew and not wanting to leave them alone.

“She's not coming back, Auntie.” He whispered after a while, pulling away and sitting up to look her in the eye. “She said she's done, and I’m too much like Randy so she doesn’t, she doesn’t want me.” Laura’s heartbroke as she accepted a tissue from Thomas gently wiping Stan’s face.

“Oh sweetheart, you after nothing like my idiot brother. The only thing you share with him is your looks, I have watched both of you grow Stan. I promise you, you are nothing like him.” She cupped his face in her hands, rubbing his cheeks softly. “For one Randy is self centered and only thinks of himself, while we can all have our moment of self centeredness, you have done your best to grow past that and think of others. Second at your age my brother was already heavily drinking, and no I’m not stupid I was a teen once too, I know you drink but I also know you only drink at parties. Third Randy is, too state it clearly, fucking stupid and I have seen your report card, its not all A’s but you are very far from dumb.” Stan sniffled softly, reaching up and squeezing her hand with a watery smile.

“Thanks Auntie, it just hurts, she abandoned me with him. What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to prove her wrong, Stan. You are going to go on and graduate high school, then you’ll move on to college and you will prove Sharon that you are not Randy. You are going to live the wonderful life you deserve and she will have to suffer knowing she’ll never be a part of that life again.” Thomas moved forward placing a hand on Stan’s head ruffling his head lovingly.

“And we will be with you every step of the way, because there is no way in hell we are leaving our nephew alone with Randy of all people.” Stan laughed softly looking up at him with a soft smile.

“Thanks Uncle Thomas, I’m sorry I barged in, I just didn’t know where else to go. Uncle Jimbo might’ve known she was leaving and that thought made me not want to go to him.” Laura smiled softly as she stood up, stuffing the tissue into a pocket of her apron. Thomas wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him into a brief hug, as his wife kissed Stan’s forehead. Tricia bounced into the room carrying two cups of hot chocolate, Craig following after her looking annoyed with having to be there.

“Sweetheart, you are always welcome here no matter what. Even if you rob a bank and need a place to hide!” Thomas snorted letting go of him and accepting a hot chocolate from Craig while Tricia headed straight to her favorite cousin.

“Stan! Stan! Craig said you were feeling down so we had to make hot chocolate for you! So I made yours extra special with marshmallows and whipped cream!” She held the cup out to Stan with a bright grin that Stan returned with a warm smile. He accepted the cup before patting the spot besides him.and Tricia eagerly sat next to him.

“Thanks Tricia, this is just what I needed. Thank you too, asshole.” He teased looking at his cousin who rolled his eyes, flipping him off.

“Don’t mention it dumbass, seriously don't, can’t have people thinking I care about you.”

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#stan marsh #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick #karen mccormick #tweek tweak #craig tucker #tweek x craig #south park #laura tucker #tricia tucker #thomas tucker

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"Clouds of Chernobyl", was it good?

I just spent a hour (roughly) watching the newly released movie "Clouds of Chernobyl" on HBO max. Originally it was supposed to premier at cinemas tomorrow, 4th of November as some posters around my town have advertised, but I sat and wonder would it be worth it spend some cash at a cinema when I could watch it home? (and I do know the difference between the two, I'm not a dumbass)

!! Spoilers ahead + TW : abortion, abuse !!

From the get go, I'm no specialist, I wasn't alive when any of those events took place but I have parents that lived through such things and have told me about it.

Anyhow, back on the movie. It's a Romanian production, strictly speaking about the effects of Chernobyl over us, and how easily fear can take over rationality.

At the start we're presented with our main character, Irina, she's a mother of 2 with a husband at sea. As events come, the talk of the village begins and such we're informed about the outcomes of the radiation from Chernobyl.

The old man goes out and beyond to explain the horrors of the women who birth children right now, and how they are monster above everything. Our dear Irina, frightened, returns home where her mother in law talks her into having an abortion and how she's lucky that it will be performed the right way.

(I'm going to elaborate on this. Woman during those times had makeshift abortions by either throwing themselves down a flight of stairs, using knitting tools, hangers and other dangerous objects that to some lead to weeks long hemorrhage or even death. I'm quite sure there are documentaries made on this topic with women from Romania speaking of those traumatic events)

Convinced or not, the woman who will perform the abortion comes anyhow. At first she had no hesitation until it came to light that Irina was almost 5 months pregnant, which would mean murder for both the fetus and the mother. They fight, scream until the old man comes knocking on the door, startling the 3 women. As another whole scene starts outside the house, Irina's husband Yannis comes home.

(To describe him, he's your typical balkanic man, fed up with everything, probably drunk, would beat his wife 100%)

He kicks out his mom, and goes to have both an abusive segment but also and loving one with Irina. Be believes that the child was killed, until the very last moment before Irina leaves so she could give birth to said kid.

And such, the scene changes to Irina, in a car with her 3 children in the back. The third being Teo (Teodor) that's probably a few years old. He is the kiddo that she was on the verge of aborting.

We get another conflict between Irina and her daughter. In those scene we get to understand that Irina left with no trace, leaving both her mother in law (which now has passed away) and 2 kids. They eventually make up in the most mother daughter way possible I've seen.

Their goal here is to reach the port from where Yannis would leave, which they miss. It's a bit hard to understand because the movie is shot in a very cinematic way, which is misleading sometimes. And such, the movie ends with them standing proudly, finally together.

Was it good? Yes. It pretty much explained the raw essential of the way Romanian women suffered unimaginable amounts of trauma, abuse and the ever growing fear. On top of that, the lack of liberty.

#clouds of chernobyl #Anul pierdut 1986 #opinion #movie rant #romania #summary