#mom burning in a car

[kedsandtubesocks]

even when you bare your fangs, you’re reminded he is the strongest…

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“Wait, are you crying?” Gojo’s voice is amused, colored an almost playful tickled pink and it makes venom pool in your mouth.

He had simply show up in your shared apartment, a blink of an entrance that caught you off guard. Thankfully you had managed to shove a few tears aside and not give him your full attention. Gojo had rattled on and on about his trip for about five minutes without even missing a beat. He prattled like a noisy cat as you tried your best to keep yourself busy. You can’t even remember what he said. All his words couldn’t break through your brain fog and even if they did they might have gotten lost on you anyway.

“No.” You reply as composed as you can, breathing in and out to keep yourself level.

“You’re a bad liar.” He teases bright.

More tears cloud your eyes now. It’s frustrating, trying to deal with him when he gets this way on top of having your emotions running high.

You stay quiet and now start to put away dishes, ignoring him.

“Aw, the silent treatment. Didn’t think you’d play this game.” Now annoyance leaks into his voice and for some reason it breaks you.

“Is everything just a joke to you?” You snap vicious and mean. You whip your face to him as poison soaks through your veins. The anger tastes bitter and infects you fast.

“Look, I had a bad day and I’m upset.” You seethe.

“And you’re here being ridiculous, making jokes and I just need…” You don’t even know what you need. Maybe a lot of things, maybe not enough. But the words clog your throat and you simply glare hard at the blindfolded sorcerer.

“What do you need?” Now Gojo asks with all the level calm and seriousness you’ve heard during missions.

So many options rush in your head.

Stop laughing, go away, don’t leave, talk to me, just stay silent- All collective clusters of too many thoughts that you can’t sort though.

“I don’t know.” You admit through a tear soaked and frustrated voice that cracks.

In a blink a presence emerges besides you. The scent of your laundry detergent that he happily steals, the faintest hint of his body wash that smells of cedar and sandalwood, all of it swirls around you. You deflate and Gojo is there to draw you into his arms with the tenderest touch.

“You don’t have to tell me…” Now it’s Satoru, your boyfriend, speaking. His tone is soft, delicate, reserved only for you. You’ve heard in the middle of the night when he’s come back from missions, when he sheds his godlike mask and shows his true form - a man who simply loves you.

“You don’t even have to know what happened or what you want to do, just…don’t shut me out okay?” Satoru’s voice comforts you softer than you’ve ever heard. “I’m pretty strong ya know? Let me shoulder whatever’s troubling you, even if it’s just for a little bit.”

Your squeeze your eyes hard as hot tears sting fierce but now your arms unravel from your side to wrap around him. Satoru takes this opportunity to immediately clutch onto you tight.

He lets you cry and cry in his embrace until you’re eventually tired out sighing against him.

“I’m sorry I laughed and teased you.” You’re thankful he apologizes.

“It’s okay.” You reply back through messy sniffles.

“You just look so cute that pissed off.” The grin in his voice makes you dryly glare up at him.

“Kidding.” Satoru grins toothy. When you roll your eyes he simply leans down and kisses the top of your head and it simmers you down.

“I can start making dinner for us if you like?” Satoru offers innocently and sweet and his words ignite dread in your body.

“No,” you cough out. “I want to eat tonight thank you.”

“Rude!” He scoffs mock upset. “I’m a great chef!”

“You burnt popcorn and instant ramen to the point the smoke alarm went off and the styrofoam melted.”

“The microwave has been out to get me since the day I moved in here.” Satoru argues deadly serious but it’s enough to make you laugh.

His genuine giggles mix warm with yours. Your tears still linger on your cheeks but a lightness fills your body. It reminds you of opening up a window and feeling a cooling breeze flutter in.

You melt against him, even let your eyes haze over as Satoru rambles on about dinner options.

Suddenly his body curls against you more as if he wants you pull you into his own existence, to truly consume all your pain and shoulder it himself.

He might be Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer. But titles aside, even if he held no powers, he’d still be Satoru - your boyfriend who allows you be as weak you need to be, who remains an unwavering lighthouse for you even as waves threatening to pull you under.

And that is what you’re most grateful for.

“C’mon, let me try to make us instant ramen again! I promise I won’t set off the smoke alarm…maybe!” Even if he does push your limits from time to time.

#I’m sorry there’s probably plenty of mistakes in this but #I wrote this after I cried in my moms car bc your girl is going through it™️ today and just needed to write this out #I also imagine Gojo is that boyfriend that makes ridiculous voices for objects to make you laugh #and also threatens to burn down whatever is upsetting you and I love him for that #gojo 🩵 #long post

[frodo-baggins]

you guys wouldn’t believe me if i told you how badly my move yesterday went 😭

#the van man came and everything fitted which was good #(though i had to do all the heavy lifting and him none 🙄) #we had to divert to collect some stuff from cardiff #and that had to be delivered to sheffield #and after that guy took half an hour to fucking come home to receive his shit we were off again #and at this point van man has revealed himself as a conspiracy theorist #and then a burning smell #and then the power steering went #he coaxed the van to the service station #only to realise the tensioner (?) is completely shorn #so he tries to bodge it back together #at which point i call my mom #and my brother drives to help me (from 1.5 hours distance away) #we get as much of my stuff in his jazz as we can #and then i have to beg dad to drive the same distance in his car to get the rest #all the while this guy is trying to use cord and gaffa tape to make the van go #and his solution was for my stuff to be taken back to his in lincolnshire #mark the job as ‘complete’ and then drive it up in his wife’s car #and just trust him that i’d receive my stuff by friday #like um :/ #and then he’s on the phone talking to his partner abt reporting the thing as stolen #god. #all the while the main motorway has been shut so dad is being led on a wild goose chase by google maps #suffice to say when he finally rolled up i’ve never been more glad

[notalizard]

You’re not even old, you just suck

-My mother during road rage “road burn”

#mom #mothers #road rage #road burn #cars #driving #old people #parents #funny #funny shit

[ashyfurz]

truly hate living in a world where i can't even wear my kuffiyeh in the cold weather on the way to work without having to worry if i'll get stabbed or shot for it

#back in october someone tore the palestine sticker off of the back of my car #but they mustve used a knife or something bc the rear window was all scratched up and i had to get it fixed #then one of my mammaws neighbors actually tore her palestine flag off of its flagpole #and she found it burning in the woods outside of her house #not even mentioning all of the things that have happened to my mom over this #they both told me not to wear it but its like. well its cold! and the kuffiyeh belonged to my great grandmother #so it brings me a lot of comfort #urgh

[licentious]

I think my mom's finally done with her abusive boyfriend

#txt #ok so she took us both shopping right #and then in the car she offered him pizza which he then proceeded to burn his mouth on #which of course was HER fault because she dared to give him something that would burn him because he clearly cant make his own decisions #as a 44 year old man #he started a twenty minute rant about how she never obeys him and how she sucks as a mom (which is true but that isnt his business to say) #and finished it off with verbal threats and reciting incredibly personal conversations the two of them had alone #then he had the audacity to tell me that he was sorry i had to hear all that... as if it was an inevitability that i was merely #unfortunate enough to witness #bro i almost broke his jaw then and there but we were in a moving car and i didnt want my mom to crash #anyway she got his shit and went to pick him up now to drive him home #because he apparently wandered off down the road like an unsupervised child

[bl00dw1tch]

Ive been having lots of talks lately with my mom abt politics n the state of the world, Good conversations to be sure, and theyre great bc we both make good points and can compare different experiences and all -- but good God the fact that she's still seems to have. More subconscious faith in the moral integrities of the nebulous concept of a government or corporation More than she has faith in the the moral integrity of the nebulous concept of our societal peers. She talks about it like the Second a group like that is founded, its set of ethics just Miraculously appears out from the ether + just happens to Always be morally sound by default. I cant seem to find a way to word things that with like... idk. Help it Click that those corporations are still run by People and are therefore just as fallible 💀 technically More so but she's convinced capitalism is Never going to go away so she doesn't care about the whole "company's and governments in power, as they exist today, Have A Monetary Incentive To Lie To Us As Much As They Can" thing cuz shes such a damn pessimist and assumes All people have been doing that Forever 💀💀💀 SIGH it's nbd i just needed to put it in words bc its been on my mind on and off

#horse.txt #vent // #not extremely sad just like. huffy. #i love my mom to pieces but. man. we all have our issues ig 😔 it would just be nice if she wouldn't talk to me about how #the world is only every going to get worse within my lifetime #with a shrug and a laugh like 'what can ya do?' like ma. to your own adult child's face? when im already clearly upset with the state of #the world? not when im trying to talk about the kind of changes that other people are proposing we make to our overall society? #she gets so bitchy at me for always complaining but never Doing anything to change the world #but then She complains and agrees with me?? and then ALSO denounces all the Suggestions i tell her abt bc 'oh that would never work lol' #and then when i ask her 'ok well what would You do?' and she go well i think we need to get rid of credit cards and the debt system we have #and im like ok sick!!! keep going!!! #and then she goes OH but we cant get Rid of the debt system Completely bc people still need to borrow from lenders to get houses n cars #and im just. MA #shes been stuck on this metaphor of America being 'a house' #and she says all the ideas of overthrowing the government and replacing it with Anything else would be 'burning it down' #and that if America is already On fire then we should just put it out and try to rebuild it #like 1.) America is not a House it is a Cult. America is a group of people on an area of land. not a fucking House. #2.) THERE ARE PEOPLE RUNNING AROUND THE CULTHOUSE WITH FLAMETHROWERS AND GUNS TO SCARE AWAY AND/OR KILL ANYONE WHO TRIES TO PUT IT OUT. #ITS GOING TO BURN DOWN ANYWAY

[whimsycore]

Not me realizing how desparately I need to move out after the night my mother asked someone how her adult freedoms where going and then asked me when I said “what freedoms” she made it about me driving and not her being a literal tyrant

#like she refuses to teach me how to drive #i can’t pay for classes because she uses my bank as a second wallet #she refuses to listen to any advice I have #i cannot live like this another year but I have nowhere to go #she burned the bridge with my sister so I can’t move #like she fully isolated me #i have NO money to move and my job pays literal Pennie’s #even saving as much as I can my mom will joke about me ‘spending irresponsibly’ when I buy shit for myself #it’s not that she’s a bad mother #she’s a terrible person #and she makes everyone believe I want to be here with her and I have NOWHERE to go #I was going to apply to college after my name change after my car registration and after I lost a significant amount of weight #but I have to leave now or she’ll ruin the rest of my life #like I STAYED here to help her #i took out money to help HER move #i took on the responsibility of finding somewhere to rent and paid the down payment #i even handled her sons death #then she went on a tangent about Ramadan because I called her out last week for hating Muslims #and she ended it with ‘but I can’t fast anyway’ like. #i get she’s light skinned and enjoys feeling different but I’m very done and I have no where to go

[karlrose]

I have a bingeing problem.

If I like something, I will binge on it.

I like a show, I will binge that show.

I like a food, I will eat nothing but that food until It makes me sick.

I like a drink, I will drink nothing else ever again (Dr. Pepper. I have a Dr. Pepper problem. I would replace my blood with it if it wouldn't immediately result in my death)

I like a song, I will binge all their music.

I like your art, I will binge that art.

I like your blog, I will binge scroll until I reach the bottom.

#i have an overindulgent personality #I used to drink nothing but coffee but I got sick because it was summer in Georgia and I was drinking hot coffee #the hole I burned into my stomach lining from drinking coffee was the final straw though #the school nurse thought it was appendicitis but it was just an irresponsible amount of coffee #actually as I'm typing this I realize it wasn't the hospital scare #I stopped drinking coffee because I got pregnant #I can risk MY life with my bad habits but I couldn't put my baby's life at risk #that would be incredibly irresponsible #other people thank their moms for the gift of life #I thank my kids for the fact that I'm still alive #I thank my mom for nothing except my insecurities and eating disorders #she was a coldhearted bitch who drank screwdrivers while driving with us in the car #And she never hugged me #or told me anything nice about myself #Now I'm overly affectionate and supportive of my kids to the point that they get annoyed with my love #BUT YOU NEED TO KNOW HOW SMART AND BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED AND AMAZING YOU ARE AND HOW GRATEFUL I AM TO HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE DAMN IT!!! #I think I binge things the way I do because of my mommy issues #anything to fill the whole in my heart that should have been filled with her love #therapy has been going well...

[sleepyjim]

currently going thru it

#im ok btw i was just a little yapper dog that someone (my mom) put in the car for too long (8-9 hours) without good ac :( #so im dehydrated and also experiencing symptoms #if it gets worse or .doesnt get bettr ill go to the walk in clinic in the morning but . it sucks rn lol #leo (he/pyr/flame/it/burn)

[235uranium]

that episode was certainly something

#☢️.txt #wwdits s5 spoilers in tags #the crucifix burning guillermo as his mom put it on was SO heartbreaking #his heartbreak this episode was so. palpable #nandors slight disappointment when guillermo just left them #the way guillermos transformation is a slow motion car crash is sooooo

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Wild that we trust in Taylor’s music so much that we will purchase/pre-order multiple formats of an album before hearing a single note of the actual music.

#taylor swift #midnights #it’s just that we all know how high of a standard that she holds herself to and she wouldn’t put something mediocre out #I’ve only bought the signed cd to add to my collection #and the vinyl for my vinyl collection #I plan on getting the target cd to burn on my phone and laptop that my mom will put in the car to listen to #she’s the only artist I trust to do that with

[sk3l3t0n444]

shes mad

#its cuz im fucking horrible at school probably #i feel like shit #why did i have to burn out in fucking 6th grade #couldnt i have lasted a little bit longer at least #and its just fucking getting worse every year #wtf will it be like when im a senior #im a fucking freshman and i cant handle this #what am i supposed to do #i cant keep holding on forever #its getting even worse #i pass out if im under too much stress which makes me miss more of class and more assignments #wtf do i do?! #i was supposed to be the smart one #i was supposed to be what my parents wanted #and then the first time i get a failing grade they fucking stop caring for me #i was 8 and they left me in the car when i fell asleep and when i woke up i left the car and the front door was fucking locked #and it was like 10pm so my mom was almost asleep but my dad finally let me it #and keep in mind this happened in the late fall #it was freezing outside #idfk i should probably stop trauma dumping in the tags #sorry if you read this

[milo-is-rambling]

Now why the hell do I have such intensely realistic dreams I had to wake up and stare at the ceiling for like ten minutes to make sure I was alive.

#me 🤝 having dreams where everyone is mad at me and also I'm having a near death experience and everyone is still mad at me #literally had a dream that I was riding a bike and got hit by a car and woke up in the hospital then felt like shit but was okay enough and #then in my dream I was like hmm I wanna go to a gas station to get snacks bc that's why I was biking in the first place and so I drove to a #random gas station and came back to my car after getting snacks and there was a fucking mountain lion inside my car that immediately pounced #on me and started trying to bite my face and no one would fucking help me at all #it was terrifying and I literally like argued with my mom in the dream and she said all this personal horrible shit and didn't care at all #that I was hit by a car and then I went to the gas station and millie was there and she was mad at me for not going on some trip with her #and her family even tho I was like nah dude I was like JUST hit by a car this morning bro I don't wanna go to Connecticut with u and ur fam #and even the gas station clerk was mad at me for some reason and he tried to charge me a hundred dollars for a pack of icebreakers and a #box of strawberries like dude what the fuck is wrong with my brain but I remember every fucking detail of it like why is my brain so evil #my brain will be like hmm time to dream... let's think about exactly how it would feel to almost die once and then be mauled by a big cat #like why in my dreams do I feel everything that happens to me. why did I feel my broken nose and he blood dripping down my face and the road #burn across my body why are my dreams like yeah u can smell the mountain lions breath as you're trying to hit it with ur purse and it's like #drooling on ur face cause it's trying to wrap it's jaws around your entire head #like bruh. hey brain. did I really need that today? did I really need two near death experiences in one dream? and also everyone hates me? #was that really necessary brain? my brain also had the audacity to set the dream in New Hampshire during winter. why would I be riding a #bike in the middle of winter and then be slammed into the road and then be attacked by a lion what message is that trying to tell me exactly #when I woke up I literally touched my nose to make sure it wasn't broken thats how fucking real my dreams are I hate it #anyways I'm mad at my brain for having hyper realistic dreams where I'm in pain physically and emotionally

[timothylawrence]

i don't realize how long i've been gaming until i'm suddenly reminded i used to play halo 1, tomb raider and sims 1 on the old family in computer 2005

#ewbie.txt #good morning everyone #my mom used to play tomb the most tbh she was SO GOOD at it #i rmbr when servers in halo 1 would get hacked and you could fly the cars around I would pretend i was a pilot lmao #also sims 1 when i lit up fireworks into the house and burned it down. who remembers the old sims 1 car horn noises omg

[johndonneswife]

wish i could articulate how being around my family makes me feel. i genuinely had no idea life could be good until i left home. i had no idea people could exist without screaming and fighting and going out of their way to make each other feel miserable. i’ve spent all day feeling sick to my stomach and on the verge of tears because i have to be around these inconsiderate, awful people, and i don’t have a choice. i grew up thinking everyone felt like this all the time, and that my palpable fucking sadness and loneliness were things other people also felt all of the time.

today my mom was talking to my cousin, and she said, ‘when i was growing up, i thought our family was the only family that existed and we were the only people in the world!’ and they had a laugh about it and were getting all fucking wistful about it, like it was better when they weren’t aware of the rest of the world. this whole family feels like a fucking cult and the worst part is - the fucking worst part of it all - was how stupid i was when i thought this was totally normal. that being treated like an afterthought - if that - was what every other human being on the planet went through, too. that friday-sunday, all fathers drink until they get angry or until pass out, and all mothers humiliate and berate you. that everyone is a narcissist once they grow up. that it’s normal to have no friends besides the people in your own family. to forgive your cousins who have pulled knives on you and given you bloody teeth just for being Different and Weird and Smart and Quiet, because those are the worst possible things you can be.

i’m annoyed and i’m frustrated and it’s three in the morning and i just want to be home again. i want somewhere quiet. somewhere i don’t have to beg to be treated with decency and kindness. somewhere where i have control of everything - so my useless fucking aunts don’t invite random drug addicts i don’t know to my own fucking engagement party and get pissy when i want to - god forbid - listen to the kind of music i like. where people don’t make racist comments about my friends and the people i love. at my own fucking engagement party! i have been home three times since the pandemic and literally not once has someone spared me an ounce of respect or kindness; they’re all too busy making everything about themselves.

#there’s just so many things i want to complain about but i’m so tired #growing up surrounded by addicts and racists and generally shitty people #i never ever want to come back here and i never want ayesha to have to come back here #i’ve been trying to post this for 14 hours but i’ve been so busy being forced to mingle with people who don’t even pretend to care about me #i feel like i’m the dumbest bitch on the planet because i chose to forget about all the ways i was abused growing up #but i had to do that in order to survive here #and now that i’ve moved away and started healing i don’t think i can pretend anymore #i’m in the uber to laguardia and it’s the first time since wednesday that i can breathe #the whole ‘your family is allowed to abuse you and degrade you and violate you and you just have to deal with it’ thing is not okay #i am embarrassed of them and angry at them and i feel so much fucking hate in my heart for them #even with my own parents…i’m so tired of parenting them #and being trapped in that house has made me want to claw my own skin off #the screaming the mess my mom’s hoarding the nagging the passive aggressiveness #the house is screaming and burning and being there makes me feel so trapped and depressed #i cannot believe i grew up there and survived and also can’t believe i used to think everyone experienced anxiety and had panic attacks #and that everyone else was afraid of people raising their voices even slightly and loud noises #the sound of my mom’s car as she parallel parks across from the house…it’s so triggering. it seriously makes me cry and freak the fuck out #if it wasn’t for our friends and my grandmother i would literally never EVER come back here #i need to gtfo and get on that fucking plane and go home and feel normal again #this was the first time since i was probably like 17 that i went to a family party and didn’t drink myself sick - didn’t vomit and black out #because of course this wasn’t exactly an engagement party - despite how hard my sister worked - of course this was just FoR ~tHe FaMiLy~ #because i can’t have one fucking day to celebrate without it coming back to them #and my dad can’t skip his stupid fucking hockey game one fucking night to be here with his daughter who he never sees anymore lol #loving people who are so fucking inconsiderate - it’s awful #but the drinking…i’m so glad i didn’t drink #even though it’s not a party until you have ten beers and vodka shots and get into a huge fight #i fucking resent everything these people took from me and i resent my parents for not protecting me when i was young #i chose to forgive them but maybe i chose wrong