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The "Whitman Fever" .
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dazednstoned · 5 months
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I've seen an influx of claims that people are “demonizing” John or “turning him a villain” and I think that's an odd response to people calling out things he actually did.
It's almost like what he did was awful and he should be held accountable for it. His later growth does not just dissolve his past, especially a past that consists of abandonment and years of neglect.
The damage of his actions seems to be lost on a lot of you. Try picturing a single mother, now throw in the fact that she's 17, a former prostitute, living in a gang, and is a woman in the 1800s unable to make a safe and proper living.
John didn't do "some damage" he turned Abigail's world upside down. He left her alone with a baby to raise all by herself. I don't think many of you grasp the magnitude of that and the position that put Abigail in.
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thebeeshaveknees · 6 months
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Idk if they touch on younger house canonically I'm only on season 5 but. Yeah obv House getting a full ride through med school or his parents paying for it but. That's a Lot of money Especially for a career his dad seems to openly dislike, and House never mentions having debt even though if he did he Would and he would Never pay that debt out of Spite Alone. So. Perhaps. Military Dad forced him to enlist (maybe threatening to keep House from seeing his mom? Something House couldn't steal/abandon/get around) and House did a few years of service and had the military pay for his education. No one would believe him if he said he was in the military (except Maybe Wilson 💅) and he never brings up his time in the military.
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craycraybluejay · 28 days
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yes i am an adult male who loves high school dramas this is because i literally never experienced normal coming of age drama like ever and am disconnected from the collective experience of having a relatable peer group forever hope that helps
#i JUST want to experience high school#without like. my whole shitty life thing having gone on#i want to go to high school and have stupid drama and sexuality crises and worries about grades#not... That#i never had that im never going to have that#can i get (one) permission to go a little crazy if i survive into a university#fuck everyone befriend and be-enemy everyone get all up in peoples stupid mind numbingly low stakes drama#i want that sweet golden experience where the worst thing ill ever fear is annoying my classmates#or accidentally spilling something on someone at a dance#i deserve it i deserve to have had a childhood and a young adulthood and a life#i deserve to have dealt with unserious issues to prepare me for bigger ones#rather than serious danger that leaves me permanently severed from normal people and life#and makes me incapable of reacting proportionally or finding it in me to care about less serious problems#like yes it sucks your mom is going to miss college graduation#but i thank my lucky stars that you are not dying or being abused or starved or beaten or exploited#i literally dont know how to take things seriously a lot of the time like im not able to even if i try#because to me the mildest real problem is someone purposefully isolating you and ruining your health#the MILDEST#i try to care ab simple stuff i really do i just CANT#and it sucks so much trying to be a good friend and kind feeling like i cant do enough#the loud thought 'i wish that hapoened to me/i wish i worried about that/i wish the people i love only had that as a problem'#i get so envious. like thank fucking god your parents divorced like normal adults when it should be over#thank fucking god that 'friend' cut you off when they were actively insulting you and betraying your trust#thank the fucking universe that shitty partner dumped you before you fkn hurt yourself over them#yk?#and its a 'mean/cold' way to think about it but i just dont have the capacity to think or feel the little picture#i can imagine my friends subjected to such horror even tho i dont want to
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Harry is small.
That's the only way that Draco can describe him. Small, and quiet, and constantly deferring to Draco's opinion.
And it made Draco fucking crazy.
So crazy that he just found himself pushing, pushing, pushing, and pushing at his boyfriend. Because he hadn't been like this when they were dating, it was something that had developed once Harry moved in.
"You know," Draco said over dinner, a dinner that he knew for a fact that Harry hated but that he hadn't put up even a token protest over when Draco had offered to make it, "I've been thinking."
"Oh?" Harry asked, tilting his head as though he was trying to show that he was actively listening.
He swallowed his bite of scallops, "I've been thinking I might paint the kitchen a mustard yellow."
The corner of Harry's eye twitched but he said nothing.
"What do you think?"
Harry blinked, "Errm. If that's what you-"
"What the fuck?" he finally burst, throwing down his napkin.
His boyfriend startled so badly that he dropped his fork with half a scallop, that he'd been pushing around on his plate, on the floor. "Sorry!" he said, quickly bending down to pick it up. "Let me get the carpet cleaner-" he added moving toward the kitchen.
"For fuck's sake we're wizards!" he exclaimed, flicking his wand at the stain on the floor. "And don't bother apologizing because I know you fucking hate scallops and have been forcing them down your stupid throat."
"Oh," Harry said, staring at the spot and looking unbearably small and fragile.
He sighed, rubbing his forehead, "What the fuck, Harry?" he asked softly.
"Sorry," he said again, crossing his arms around his waist, "Sorry, Draco. I don't mean to be such a burden, to be impossible to live with-"
"But you aren't," he protested. "You've been nothing but agreeable, and affable, and accommodating."
"That was a lot of alliteration," Harry said softly, cracking a small smile.
He sagged a bit, any last traces of frustration flowing out of his body, "Harry," he said, stepping toward him and taking his hands, "you're making me crazy. What's going on with you? There are so many things that I thought I knew-"
"I don't want you to hate living with me," he blurted. "And-" he looked down at their clasped hands, eyes shimmering with tears.
"Let me order a pizza," he said, "then we can talk while we wait."
"But you already made dinner. I-"
"A dinner that you hate," he argued. "I'll eat them for lunch tomorrow."
"I could just eat the-"
"Harry," he said firmly, glaring at him, "we're going to eat pizza and you are going to tell me why you're so afraid of telling me what you actually think."
His boyfriend just nodded despairingly and left while Draco pulled out his mobile to order pizza. When he'd finished, he followed Harry into the living room and pointed to the other end of the couch, "Can I sit with you."
Harry nodded but didn't say anything.
"You've never had a problem with telling me what you think," he started. "I mean, there have been times in my life where I've wished that you wouldn't-"
"The Dursleys were," he shook his head, "living with them was hard."
“Alright,” he said uncertainly. “I’m sorry-”
“They made me feel like by simply existing I was burdening them,” he whispered like a confession. “Like I could never be quiet enough, or good enough, or well enough behaved, or-” he broke off and shook his head. “And I know you’re not them,” he said, looking pleadingly at Draco. “I know you don’t expect me to pretend I don’t exist,” he added. “But part of me feels like I only get so many things that I disagree with, so many ways that I take up space, before you realize-” he broke off and looked down at his hands in his lap.
“Realize what?” Draco asked.
Harry took a shuddering breath and a tear slowly tracked down his cheek, “that I’m too much. That I’m too demanding, too loud, too hard to live with. I love you,” he whispered “and I don’t know how to keep you.”
For a long moment Draco just stared at him, then as another tear slipped down Harry’s cheek, he pulled him into his arms. “You aren’t too much for me.” He squeezed him tighter, “I knew who you were when I asked you to move in with me. I knew that we wouldn’t agree on everything, that sometimes I’d have to make compromises.”
Harry sniffled.
“And, yes, I suppose I’m more used to getting my way than most,” he conceded. “But I’ve always argued with you.”
“That’s true,” he whispered.
“And I fell in love with you anyway. You get to be a whole person with needs, and wants, and opinions all the time,” Draco said. “And none of that will be able to make me stop loving you.”
There was a pause, “how do you know?”
“Because I am already in love with you and having differences of opinion doesn’t change that.” He pressed a kiss into Harry’s hair, “we’re going to fight. We’re going to disagree. I’m going to be an arsehole and so are you. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”
“Will you tell me that?” Harry asked, raising his head to search Draco’s eyes. “When you’re mad, will you tell me that you still love me?”
Draco’s heart shattered further, “yes, darling.” He stroked his thumb over Harry’s cheek. “And if I forget to say it, you can always ask. I will never be mad enough that I won’t still be able to tell you that I love you.”
“Okay,” Harry whispered in reply. “You’re not really painting the kitchen mustard yellow, are you?”
Draco laughed and shook his head, “no.” He pressed a kiss to Harry’s temple, “this is your home too. You’re allowed to take up space.”
And it wasn’t always easy. It required a lot of communication, a lot of understanding, but they learned how to have opinions and how to completely love both each other and themselves.
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br1ghtestlight · 6 months
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my 400 page essay on how bob's burgers is fundementally about breaking the cycle of abuse
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lastchancestardomm · 6 months
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Topher totally has a furby tucked away in his closet he named Columbo he used to play with when he was a kid. Furbies were weird, outcasted, and hated like him. He doesn't play with it anymore but sometimes he just pulls it out of his closet just to hold it. Mmm good childhood memories
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lizardthelizard · 9 months
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listen. LISTEN. I knoooowwwwwwwww that August has never been important enough for canon to ever bother expanding upon issues like this. I know, but...
In the pilot, we KNOW that Emma is lonely. We know this because she’s sat in her apartment, alone, celebrating her birthday by herself. It’s well established that Emma had no one she considered her family and has had extreme trouble connecting with people over the years (Neal, Lily and Ingrid as fleeting exceptions).
But August? Canon gives us NOTHING. We know almost NOTHING about his past in the Land Without Magic. We’re given the name of one (1) character (Isra) that he has a connection with (someone who is clearly not THAT important to him, as she’s never mentioned again ever) and that’s IT.
Emma stays in Storybrooke to begin with because of Henry, yes. But it’s not a particularly tough decision for her because, well...she has nothing to go back to anyway. And I can’t help but wonder how true that was for August as well? Like....??? did he bother to contact ANYONE when he thought he was dying???
August is a genuinely intelligent and charismatic character (albeit, a little obnoxious). I have no doubt that he has made friends + friendly acquaintances over the years. But close friends? People he can open up to about his past with and who won’t think he’s losing his mind? HIGHLY doubtful.
I know that the show didn’t really explore their friendship very much or expand on it in any meaningful way, but Emma and August’s relationship is sooooooooooo *chef’s kiss* to me. Yeah, they have genuine chemistry and a fun dynamic, yeah the ‘I can always tell when someone is lying to me’ character interacting with a character that is literally Pinocchio is funny af and surprisingly poetic. But also!!! These are two lonely, emotionally closed off characters that were essentially orphaned by their parents for 28 years that have both had shitty childhoods and have connected so genuinely with one another and I don’t know where I was even going with this but I love both of them so much and they both deserve this friendship and WHY WASN’T AUGUST AT EMMA’S WEDDING I’M STILL MAD ABOUT THIS OKAY
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steelthroat · 3 months
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I was thinking about the fact that it's very funny that my parents had more problems with me being atheist than with me being queer.
Like:
"Sure hon, you have a weird perception of your gender and you could possibly bring home women, men or everything in-between... fine, love is love we will take you to the pride and stuff ^w^. BUT WHAT ABOUT JESUS CHRIST HUH?????"
And when I say they had 'more problems' I mean they were like "ow... so you won't come to church on Sundays with us anymore? At least the holidays?🥺"
like idk it's so funny to me
#sometimes I gotta acknowledge the fact that I'm lucky#if my catholic parents were bigoted I would have had such a shitty childhood and adolescence#I mean adolescence sucked anyway#but it could have been so much worse with shitty parents#steel rambles#also lol I forget how much having been a religious person influenced me?#like lmao “local tumblr user discovers that going to church for 15 years every sunday influenced them in some way”#but like not in a negative way#just in weird ways#funny ways?#like I read the bible thrice in my life#once because I wanted to know the story in general and the book I had was full of pretty pictures so nice#I've always been curious about religions an myths anyway#the second I was 13 and I was proving a point#yes I read the bible to win an argument#one about lesbians never being demonized or even cited in the bible#the third time I read just the apocalypse because it was cool and I wanted to impress a girl with cool references...#“local tumblr user tried to impress a girl with cool quotes from the apocalypse” you can laugh but I have no regrets#I also “complained” to God a lot lool#like dude if you actually exist I'm so sorry for the 15 years of gossips and complaining you had to endure#like idk for example my teacher was being unfair?#me mentally: “see God? see what I have to put up with??? like I can't belive she said that!!!!”#I treated God like an imaginary friend or something I think? am I being blasphemus??#ahahshjshdhfhg
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glitter-sam-girl · 1 year
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I always imagined Sam having a terrible sense of smell.
He was raised in shitty, musty motel rooms and abandoned buildings. Seeing freshly mutilated corpses when he was barely in his teenage years. Not to mention digging up bodies at age 12. After a while the intense smells that followed him wherever he went became the norm.
Now the smell of blood and gore that turned his stomach and made him puke his guts out as a teenager only has a vague sickening stench. And all the dirty cheap motels, don't smell as bad as he remembers.
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sleepitawaydear · 1 month
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cake tastes like loneliness
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essenceofarda · 5 days
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eirxair · 2 months
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no bc i love my granda so so much, he's literally the epitome of what teenage boys and young men should idolise, instead of andrew tate and all that bullshit.
he loves and geniunely cares about animals and children, he geniunely tried to raise his children the best he could, even after 50 or so years of marriage he still looks at my granny like she's hung him the stars and moon, he compliments her every chance he gets, his eyes geniunely light up when he talks about his grandchidren, children, wife, and dogs.
he's never once raised a hand to my granny, and even after all the time they've been together he's still at her beck and call and he always walks on the side of the footpath closest to the road.
he's not afraid to act stupid when he's playing with his grandchildren, wearing tiaras and cowboy hats and putting on horrible american accents. he used to be a teacher in a low income part of his city and didn't give up on those children, he never taught the boys or girls differently, he would take my ma and my auntie and uncles to get a poke every friday after school. (the vanilla kind that you get in the wee metal things in ice cream shops, so proper good ones)
he always listens to what me and my sister and my cousins have to say and he doesnt look down on us and isnt condescending at all just because we're young. he treats me like an academic almost when we discuss theology and history together. the man lives and breathes respect.
the only time i've ever seen him ever lose his temper was when the topic of pedos and people harming children came up. the only time i've ever been scared of him is when i was like 6 and he dressed up as santa and came to our house, (i didnt realise he was santa at first and thought some strange man with a strange voice broke into our house)
he's insanely smart and gave me tips on how to slack off in classes and still get good marks (it was at that conversation i realised thats where i got it from)
idek, just, my granda is soft spoken, he treats service workers with respect, he always always always treats my granny like she deserves the world and more, in all my years i have never ever heard about or seen the man making a joke or demeaning comment towards her, the only thing close to it would be teasing where they both go back and forth.
not to mention how much i love my granny, she could make everything out of nothing and still stretch it. she's resourceful and soso witty. i'm always told i look like her and remind people of how she acted when she was younger, and i hope thats true. she takes no shit from anyone, and battled breast cancer (and won) like it was no ones business, my granda supported her 110% of the way. her ma and da were scottish and she likes to cling onto that heritage, making shortbreads and all. back when my granny and granda used to race greyhounds (ages ago before i was even born) she always had a knack for picking out good ones.
i know this was supposed to be about my granda but theyre a package deal, they come in a pair. and my granny's fecking amazing and its a sin to not sing her praises.
tbh, my granny and granda are some of my most respected ever role models. and he and my granny are the reason i believe that true love can exist and that it can prevail. idek why but they give me hope.
in terms of incels or whatver the fuck, he's what a "high-quaility man" should be. not some wifebeater who objectifies and harms women.
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ukulele-hero · 2 years
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Gideon grew up being neglected and abused and unloved and at the cusp of feeling loved by the only person she cared about, thought that person decided to reject her and toss out the memories of her rather than accept her greatest sacrifice and performance of that love, then harrow DIED without explaining anything and Gideon had to go live with Ianthe aka the queen of gaslight gatekeep girlboss who probably doubled down on how much harrow didn't care about her in the first place etc etc,
then she probably really leaned into having a parental figure for the first time in her whole life who happened to be the most powerful being in the universe who saw her as valuable and made her basically an unkillable war machine and went "oh ok so this is how people feel powerful, fuck all that sappy shit I don't need it anyway I'm the fucking daughter of GOD and if that doesn't fill the black hole of need in my soul nothing will"
then enter Nona with the soul of a person who can't lie and knows the truth in everyone and everything, who saw Gideon acting like a baby villain and went "oh shit that is literally the saddest person I've ever seen in my life even though she's acting like a huge dick, also in the raw vulnerable moment when she first saw my face she def wanted to be kissed by me"
ANYWAY this series is fucking me up and I literally can't wait for the next book
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emofvk · 1 year
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hi it's mineralteacup!! can i request dave smoking maybe?
@mineralteacup i hc that dave picks up smoking after sburb
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