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lea-russo333 · 3 months

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you're not alone (arsenal x teen reader)

I'm back! very sorry pt2 took so long but thank you for waiting :) there will be a pt3 (wouldn't mind people sending some ideas of how it should go) which will try to get done in the next week or 2. anyways, enjoy!

warnings: eating disorders, illusions to throwing up, angst with some fluff at the end (pls let me know if I've missed anything)

proofread: sort of

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The warm water trickled down your body. You were sat in the shower, eyes staring at the tiled floor. Your fingers had started to grow soft and wrinkly. You don’t know how long you had been in there, lost in your own thoughts about dinner tonight. What would you order, what would you wear, would people judge?

Team dinners were nights you use to enjoy, nights filled with fun and laughter, but that was before everything. Now you just felt uncomfortable and awkward, never knowing what to do with yourself. You hadn't attended a team dinner, or any team bonding's that involved food, for a good while. Always coming up with some excuse as to why you couldn’t attend.

Beth and Viv had insisted that you go to this one though, leaving no room for arguments.

You slowly stood up turning the hot water off. Grabbing a towel and heading straight for your room, slamming the door behind you.

Viv flinched at the sound, looking towards Beth who was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket with Myle. Walking over, she placed a soft kiss on top of the older girl's forehead, sitting down next to her. Beth smiled in return, resting her head on top of Viv shoulder as a comfortable silence filled the room.

The two hadn't talked to you about what happened today, both wanting to wait till tomorrow; when you all had the day off, to bring it up with you. They weren't sure how to go about it, both scared at how you will react, will you accept that you need help? Or will you deny what they both knew was clearly happening and sink further in to the walls that you had slowly started to put up.

The comfortable silence was soon interrupted by your loud footsteps coming down the stairs. They both turned in your direction and taking in your form, you didn’t look great if they were being honest, you looked tired, your lips were chapped, skin pale and dark eyebags plagued your face, you looked sick.

You stood there, awkwardly holding a hairbrush in your right hand and a hair tie in your left.

“Would one of you be able to brush my hair please” your voice was hoarse and scratchy, standing there fiddling with the hair tie between your fingers waiting for an answer.

“OfCourse love” Beth said, sitting up straight from Viv's arms, lightly patting the floor Infront of her.

A small smile graced your face as you mumbled a quiet thanks and shuffled your way towards her. sitting down with your legs crossed handing her both the hair tie and brush.

As Beth started to slowly detangle the ends of your hair, your mind started to wonder again. You thought about the events that took place earlier that day and guilt quickly started to spread across your body. Why had you yelled at Caitlin like that? All she was doing was checking in on you and you had gone and snapped at her Infront of your teammates.

“I'm sorry about today” you whispered out. Beth stopped her movements for a brief second before continuing as she spoke.

“it's okay love, but it's not us you need to be apologizing to” She was almost surprised, not expecting you to apologize so fast.

“I'll apologize to her tonight, it's at her and katies places, isn't it?” you asked, turning around to see both women nodding their heads.

It was silent again after that. The only sounds coming from your tangled hair as Beth tried to run the brush threw it as gently as she could, not wanting to hurt you. You sat like that for at least half an hour while picking at your nails; an unhealthy habit you had picked in your early teen years.

“How do you want your hair liefde?” Viv asked while switching spots with Beth. Viv had always been better at doing hair, she braided it for you on most game days, but she wasn’t as gentle as Beth when it came to brushing out the tangles.

“Just a half up half down, please”

Viv nodded and got straight to work. As soon as your hair was finished you rushed up stairs to put on outfit, opting for a pair of baggier jeans and your arsenal hoodie. Both the older women waiting for you by the door, Viv jiggling the car keys in her hand.

“Ready to go then?”

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Katie and Caitlin's house were already packed with cars out the front when you arrived, with most of your team already there. You got out of the car and waited for Beth and Viv before walking up to the front door and knocking 3 times.

You stood behind Beth as Caitlin opened the door, ushering you all in and giving each of you a short hug. Beth and Viv both made their way to the living room, Caitlin quick to follow them but before she left, she felt your hand clutch around her Rist. She turned and looked towards were you held her Rist with furrowed eyebrows and then back to you.

“I- uh sorry” you said while dropping her hand “I just wanted to apologize for today, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that Infront of everyone. I was in a horrible mood today which isn't an excuse, but I still wanted to apologize” you rambled as you played with the sleeves of your hoodie, eyes looking anywhere but at Caitlin, feeling too guilty to look her in the eye.

“Hey, it's okay, I get it we all have bad days” she pulled you into another hug “thank you for apologizing though.”

The two of you walked into the living room where everyone was spread out. Your eyes searched the room trying to find Beth or Viv, they soon settled on Beth who was arguing with Krya over what movie they were going to watch during dinner, Lessie being stuck between the two girls.

“you two are children, honestly” she said while snatching the remote out of their hands and putting on Beths choice. You walked over and sat next to Beth, resting your hand on her shoulder.

“where's Vivi?” you looked up towards her.

“She in the kitchen helping with dinner, pretty sure were having some form of pasta and salad.”

You gulped at the thought, you hadn't eaten pasta in a while and the thought of eating it in front of the team made a shiver go down your spine.

Maybe you could just have the salad? That won't hurt, you thought while picking at your nails, Beth took notice and grabbed your hands.

“You know, you always complain about how your nails never grow yet you still continue chew them off every chance you get” she let out a soft chuckle “what's on your mind love.”

“I apologized” was all you said to the women. You felt her lightly kiss the top of your head before pulling you into a little side hug.

“Good job, I'm very proud of you” her words brought a genuine smile to your face, Beth was always good at that, even on your toughest days she always seemed to find a way to but a smile on your face, even if it was just a small one.

“Alright everyone dinners ready! Come and serve ya selves” the soft moment was interrupted by katies loud voice calling out to everyone.

You all made your way over to the kitchen, grabbing bowls and plates, everyone putting the food of their choice on their plates. As you went to grab your own you were stopped by someone calling your name, turning around to find Viv already holding a bowl out for you.

“I got all your favorites” she said with a smile while handing it to you. She was right, it did contain all your favorite, cheesy pasta, 2 pieces of garlic bread and a bit of Caeser salad. You mumbled a thank you while walking back towards the couch and squishing yourself as far as you could into the corner of it.

You moved your food around with your fork for a bit before bringing a small amount up to your mouth, hand shaking slightly, you took a deep breath hesitating slightly as you put it in your mouth, chewing slowly. You could feel the tears well in your eyes as you took another small bite, hands getting shakier and shakier every time you brought the fork to your mouth. You felt a tear fall down your face slightly, quickly bringing a hand to wipe it before anyone notices it.

Someone did though. You didn’t know it, but you had several eyes watching you as you ate your food. Leah, Viv, Beth and Alessia had all been taking glances at you throughout dinner. Your shacky frame and tearful eyes didn’t go un-noticed by any of them.

As everyone got up to put their dishes in the sink, you took the opportunity to sneak off to the bathroom, leaving your half-eaten dinner on the arm of the couch.

You turned the light and fan on when you entered, locking the door behind you. As you kneeled in front of the toilet you tied the rest of your hair back taking a deep breath.

Alessia hadn't watched you go to the bathroom, but your absence didn’t go un-noticed by her as she looked towards your now empty spot of the couch and your barley eaten dinner left on the arm. She wasn’t sure where you had gone but she had small hunch she knew where shed fined you.

You jumped as you opened the door, almost falling to the ground, Alessia was standing right Infront of it with her fist raised ready to knock. She too jumped back surprised. She stood there awkwardly playing with her fingers starting at you, thinking over what she was about to say to you.

“Do you need the bathroom? Or…” you spoke breaking the awkward silence.

“Oh ah, no sorry” she took a small step back “I was just wondering where you went, you were gone for a little bit.”

“Well, I was in here, no need to worry” you gave her a tight-lipped smile while awkwardly raising your hands. You liked Alessia, you had only met her a few months ago when she signed for arsenal, but she was a kind girl and in the short time Shes been here she had already felt the need to look out for you as most of the girls did after they met you, perks of being the baby of the team.

“Look, I know you're sick of people asking this but are you sure you're, okay? You barely touched your food, and it looks like you’ve been crying” she tried to look at you in the eyes but yours were looking anywhere but her. “it's alright, you don’t have to talk to me about it, but I am here if anything's bothering you” she said while ducking her head down to finally meet your eyes with a soft, warm smile.

You took a deep breath “there's nothing to talk about, I just ate something before we got here, and it made me feel a little sick is all.’’ You picked at your nails while you talked.

A silence fell between the two of you again as she looked at you. She took in your watery eyes and the way the rest of your hair was tied behind your ears now.

“Can I go now?” you huffed.

She stood there for a moment contemplating whether or not to say the next words that were about to fall out of her mouth. You tried to get past her, but she stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“what's really going on y/n?” she questioned and when you didn’t answer she took it as an opportunity to push you a bit further. “Talk to me love”.

You don’t know why, maybe it was the comforting hand of your shoulder or the way she spoke so softly to you, but you felt tears well up in your eyes. She noticed to and quickly pulled you in the bathroom again and locked the door, pulling you in to a tight bear hug. That’s what really got you crying, your faced and Alessias jumper quickly getting soaked.

“it's okay” she was lacing her fingers through your hair, rocking you side to side in at a comforting pace.

“I'm sorry” you chocked out, burying your face into chest more while sobbing.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for love, okay? I ju-” she cut her self-off before continuing “we, just want to help you, okay? But we can't do that unless you tell us what's going on” she spoke, still playing with your hair softly.

“You won't be mad?” you sniffed, finally taking your head out of her chest and looking down at the tear-stained patch that was left behind.

“Never” she said while holding your face in her hands, gently wiping the tears away.

You fully pulled back from her now, moving over to sit on the toilet. You sat there for a while trying to gather your thoughts and were to start, your leg was bouncing up and down while you were lost in thought. A soft hand on your knee brought you back.

“Whatcha thinking?” she asked, her fingers rubbing soothing circles on your knee.

“I don’t know what to say” it came out as a whisper and if less wasn’t as close to as she was right now, she's sure she would have missed it. “Everyone just been so mean since I came back…I mean I knew I had gained a little weight, but I didn’t think it was that bad” you took a deep breath “but then everyone started pointing it out online, so I turned my comments off on Instagram but then they started saying stuff on our official Instagram and then on twitter and…” you trailed off.

“And what?” she pushed.

“I don’t know why I read them in the first place” your eyes started to sting again “it just started off with missing breakfast and few extra trips to the gym but no- now I can't stop” you broke down again, clutching on to the girl Infront of you as she wrapped her arms around you for a second time.

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far” you sobbed out.

“Shh, it'll all be okay, okay? We’ll get you the help you need alright love.”

“No!” you shot out of her grasp “no you can't tell anyone" You looked at her with pleading eyes.

“y/n, you can't keep doing this to yourself, it's dangerous, really fucking dangerous.” Her voice was stern this time “I've been in a similar position to, and I can assure you that I was not strong enough to perform at the level that we do, and if I wasn’t strong enough then you definitely aren't.” She sighed looking at your tear-stained face. “You need help y/n, I know it's scary to ask for it, but I promise you no one is going to judge you for needing it. We’re all worried about you love, Beth and Viv especially” you nodded with every word she said, just staring at the floor. You had never meant to worry Beth and Viv; you hated it when they worried about you.

“I’ll talk to them tomorrow” your voice was horsed and sore from crying.

“I'm so proud of you for saying something, I know that wouldn’t have been easy for you” less stood up bringing you up with her and pulling you into one more hug.

“you're not alone in this” she whispered.

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imtheasssniffer · 4 months

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Locked Out

“Really babe socks and slides?” You teased, getting out of your car, and approaching your front door where your husband Myles was sitting. He called saying it was an emergency, and you rushed home to find him outside pantsless.

“Just shut the fuck up,” he snapped yelling at you. He was obviously frustrated. He was usually more patient, so you were slightly taken aback by his tone.

“What happened to your pants anyways?”

“It’s a long story, just let me in,” he stated getting ready to stand as you approached the door.

“No, no you have to tell me first,” you said looking down at him. Smiling, trying some way to cheer him up.

“Babe I’m not fucking around! Give me the keys!” He stood lunging at you to grab the keys, but you quickly stepped back.

“Ah, you gotta get them from me.” You ran into the yard, expecting him to chase you, but you saw him awkwardly shift back towards his chair like there was something stuck between his legs. And then it dawned on you.

“Wh- oh my god did you shit yourself,” you teased loudly, already knowing the answer. His face contorted into a defeated and angry look.

“That’s why you’re in such a bitch mood!” You called, while walking a few steps closer.

“Babe could you be a bit more quiet?” You could tell he was ashamed, and paranoid that your neighbors would know.

“You shit yourself! That’s so embarrassing,” you laughed, teasing.

“Here take the keys,” you said throwing them to him.

“You clearly need them.”

You laughed as he failed to catch them, and frantically scoured for them.

“Fuck you,” he screamed struggling to place the key in the lock. You continued to laugh and walked up to him. Observing the dark streak of brown that stained his white briefs.

“I hope you know I’m never letting you live this down.”

“For real, fuck you.” He shot back. You took the keys from his panicked hands, and quickly unlocked the door for him, he rushed in a ran to the bathroom.

“I wish you would,” you mumbled. You locked the door, and slowly followed him into the house, dropping your keys and belongings in the entrance, and making your way to the bathroom, which he occupied.

“Sheesh, you could’ve at least close the door behind you,” you said resting yourself against the frame.

“Please,” he strained, before his ass exploded into the toilet bowl. It was both liquid and solid, something that you didn’t even know was possible. You cringed as a vile smell also exploded out of him. Echoing off of the bowl and filling the room. You felt your nose begin to stuff up just from smelling it.

“You sound like you’re having fun.” You choked out to break the seriousness. You had to take a step back to breathe. His face was bright red. You couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment, or from the concentration he was putting into his poop. Myles put out a hand for you, and you debated whether or not you wanted to accept it, and comfort him as he processed these bowel movements. You looked at his face, skewed in pain, eyes squinted, tears flowing down his cheeks. You had to be there for him. You stepped into the bathroom, and almost instantly regretted it, you didn’t have to inhale for the rotten stink to rise into your nostrils.

“Oh my god,” you said placing your elbow over your face.

“That’s really bad.” You grabbed his hand and sat on the sink counter.

“What the fuck did you eat?” Your throat felt irritated like you were sick. It was vile.

“I don’t know,” he cried, his voice breaking. He was on the verge of sobbing. His eyes were puffy with with thick lenses of water ready to burst down his face, and his breathing had become sharp, and he looked so defeated. You heard his stomach groan, and he winced in pain. You slid off of the sink and walked in front of him. Pulling his head against your waist and running your fingers along his scalp, as some way to soothe him. He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you into a deep hug making your knees buckle, and pulling you forward. You leaned closer to him, which you instantly regretted as the smell wafted up from behind him and directly into your face. He squeezed your waist tightly as his ass erupted again. You gagged and tried to break free from his hug, but his grip only become stronger as he groaned as more liquid shit shot from his hole. You gagged again, but his grip on you didn’t loosen. He only pulled you tighter as he released another violent stream.

“Oh god,” you mumbled feeling queasy from the scent. You felt your own stomach lurch like you were going to throw up, but you held it together. Myles’s grip finally loosened and you pulled away running into the kitchen where you dry heaved into the sink. Fully expecting to vomit.

“Oh my god,” you pleaded to yourself as the nausea pulsed through you. The stink was trapped in your nose. You couldn’t escape the smell of his diarrhea.

“Babe, what the fuck, did you eat?” You yelled from the kitchen.

“I don’t know,” Myles remarked. You could tell he was crying now. You heard another explosive movement from his bottom and decided it would be best if you stayed in the kitchen for the time being.

You finally mustered up the courage to go back to him just in time to hear him flush. When he noticed you he asked you to grab a clean pair of underwear and then shut the door as you walked away. You heard the shower start, and quickly placed the clean pair on the counter before heading back into the kitchen to grab the Febreeze and cleanse the house of his vile stench.

As you waited for him to get out of the shower, which was interrupted by a couple trips to the toilet you sat in the couch and watched TV, awaiting his return.

Finally, you heard the water stop, and the vents turn on, followed by a distant misting of Febreeze, and you knew that meant he was finally done. You watched as he slowly turned the corner, slouched and exhausted, with wet hair and only a pair of boxers on.

“Come here,” you stated sympathetically, holding up your arms to entice him over to you.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked as he defeatedly shuffled over to you.

“Yeah,” he let out with a long sigh as he threw himself on top of you, laying in your arms on his back.

“Did the shower help,” you asked shifting in your seat to make him more comfortable.

“I’m not covered in shit anymore, so that helped I guess.”

“Does your stomach still hurt?”

“It’s feels like this pain will never go away honestly.” He said rubbing his tummy. You placed your hand over his and started to rub with him.

“I’m sorry babe,” you said before kissing the back of his head.

“Do you know what caused it?”

“I have no idea,” he said placing his hands at his sides, and lightly squeezing your thighs.

“Where were you when you shit yourself though?”

“I was changing at the gym, and I thought it was just a fart, so I, you know, let it out, but shit shot out all over my pants so I just put on my underwear and came home, but I didn’t have my keys. I left them-“

“You left them in the room last night, I told you, you would forget, but you never listen.”

“Anyways, so then I called you. That’s what happened,” you played with his hair, and looked him in the eye.

“You’re fucking gross.”

“Bitch I will shart on you.”

“That would just prove my point.” You both laughed and Myles grabbed his stomach.

“I can’t laugh,” he stated clutching his sore stomach from the days previous devilish bowel movements.

“Please don’t shit yourself again, I’m in the splash zone,” you joked, sliding your hands from his hair to his stubble, which you gently swirled your fingers in.

“No promises,” he quipped back, sinking into you and letting out a sigh of relief as he was finally able to relax.

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sansloii · 1 year

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@hhemeraa : The giant thing loomed over Mikah, inky black fur shifting like shadows and breathing needles, and wet blood stained maw barring razor sharp teeth that were indistinguishable from the rest of its body, but gold eyes blinked at them- the main pair once, and when they opened again, a multitude of tiny misshapen eyes peered back as if all curious to see the deity that appeared. Slinky tail tapped at the ground excitedly only to wrap itself around its legs where two paws then rested like a cat in snow. "Miiii--Kaaa" it purred in a deep rumble that found it difficult to speak actual words - a few minor attempts to clean itself now that it had an audience, "Cannot change back now. In morning. Need something?" The god leaned down closer, all eyes watching expectantly. Myles was excited to see them again.

Oh how they had prayed that they wouldn't summon him...

It's a near impossible ask ( when they call, he always answered ), but they hoped this once it wouldn't be. Not now, as their mind wandered to how quickly their companion had pulled his hand from theirs—as they asked themself why they had given up so easily. Why did they not reach out again with those same gentle kisses pressed to warm fingertips? They had wanted to and yet, the moment Myles mentioned carnal acts, they all but dropped it with flushed cheeks and a soft word of acknowledgement ; shying away from the contact and now regretting it.

Echoes of “What if...” bounce around harmlessly in the back of their head, latching onto the kisses at first. Those gentle affections pressed to warm hands. Had they not been so shy, they would've continued despite the gentle warning they were given, those reverent blessings pressed to his fingers, his palm, his wrist... and then...

...then...

Pale cheeks begin to heat up; less at the word itself and more so at what should follow it. For a moment, their mind is blank and they're far too caught up in the implications of it all than any actual real thought. That pause comes and goes with a soft exhale and lull of their head against a cushion, their teeth now nibbling their bottom lip lightly.

Maybe.... maybe it'd be slow at first; maybe Myles would allow them a moment to get used to the thought--whatever that might mean. There'd be no hurry, no rush... just soft words of encouragement as ever warm hands moved above their garments along their form. Their kisses would drift from warm ( inviting ) hands to equally warm lips, their own carefully thumbing brilliant robes before curling their fingers in them. Another slow kiss and they would tug him closer, shy hands slowly moving to the folds and clasps that held his clothing in place. They'd hesistantly brush cool fingers over them, but wouldn't dare pull them loose without receiving permission.

Maybe it'd come in the form of a warm breath against their lips, telling them that it was okay — their hands guided to the first to pull it loose. Breath hung in their throat for a moment, before giving way as one as after another fell and soft, near reverent mumblings were whispered back to him as they sought his lips out for another kiss, another touch—to be closer, for more.

...Or perhaps it be a whispered assurance against their jaw as he too pulls them closer, the pressure from his fingers against their clothes teasing them with what they wanted. Void cloaked clothes pulled away or slipped aside so they could feel slightest graze of his fingertips against bare skin—the touch featherlight but still earning a full body shiver from them. They wanted *more* than that and they ask for it as they draw his lips back up theirs, as curled fingers now pull away the their companion's robes, as they shrug their own off and allow them to be pulled away, as soft, whispered, ancient tongues plead for him—for his touch, for his warmth.

Their thoughts fall away the instant they hear their name, jolting the slightest bit at the familiar deep rumble next to them. Their head turns in its direction to find the void-cloaked creature looming over them, his multitude of golden eyes fixated on them expectantly—waiting for them to respond. It takes a moment or two for the confusion to settle and pass... but once it does, their realization of his presence sinks in like a weight in the ocean. Their cheeks flush a deep red and that heat stretches all the way to the tips of their ears, staining their pale features.

Oh...

They were glad to see him, terribly so, but it wasn't intentional. Their want—their need for him was not meant to summon him to their side. To think that they had pulled him away ( from what, they do not know ) simply because they could not control their wandering thoughts is a more than a little embarrassing.

Mikah rises from their lying position to address him, self consciously fixing stray hairs and smoothing down their clothes a bit. At first, their eyes linger on the wetness and hints of red around his mouth, the same “What did I pull him away from?” bubbling up into their thoughts for a couple moments. However, it's followed by the worry that they had interrupted something rather important....

....and yet, he still came—he was excited—because they called.

At once, the god's expression turns the slightest bit apologetic as they stare back at their multi-eyed companion. Their lips part without much to say at first... but they seal briefly to clear their throat before they find the words to speak.

“I didn't mean to call for you.” they admit softly — shyly, “...And I do hope I'm not interrupting anything important....but...I....”

The heat of their flush pricks at the tips of their ears as their head fills with all the words that they could continue that with—of what they wanted of him. It fills twice fold with excuses that they could very easily use instead to cut his visit short ( before they said something to embarrass themself further ), not that they had much intention of listening to those thoughts. They were distracting, though, and it takes another couple moments for them to resume speaking again.

“....I don't need anything.” A lie and they can hear it thrumming in their ears with their heartbeat. “But.... I do... want something. I want for you... to *stay*, if you can."

It's never been a want with them—not with him.

“It matters not that you're unable to change back until morning. This form... is still you, no?” Pale eyes drift down some as one of their hands lifts to inky black fur, on instinct, and threads their fingers through it. “...All that ever matters to me is that it's you and that you're here so... please stay.”

Oh how they needed that warmth that he offered; oh how they needed his touch and to be held by him...

They needed for Myles to stay. They needed him.

#hhemeraa #🗪 ┊ ⧼ you all are some chatty cathys! ⧽ ⇹ ( asks. )#✖ ┊ ⧼ ambition is not a dirty word ⧽ ⇹ ( m. )#☾ ┊ ⧼ solitary in their existence ⧽ ⇹ ( god!au. )#.i have been sitting on this for WEEKS #.and now you can enjoy #.it's a little bit of a long one

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satellitesunset · 1 year

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moo moo 🐮

hi maya <33

send me a 🐮 and i will refresh my pinterest and give u my first four pics as a random moodboard

#why did lana del ray pop up i have no clue fhdhdj #5sos #maya <3 #myle's moodboards #myle mumbles answers

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satellitesunset · 7 months

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oh I love you!! btw!!

I LOVE YOU MORE

#yk its bad when i havent checked tumblr in so long #my screen time is down by like 20%???#anyways i adore u sm mwah #cloey <3 #myle mumbles answers

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satellitesunset · 2 years

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Awsten Knight is the Adam Sandler of the pop punk scene

I hate u sm

#I'm cackling I'm dying folding this is deeply hilarious thank u #dont let 2020 awsten hear u call him pop punk /j #awsten knight #waterparks #myle mumbles answers #my love

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satellitesunset · 2 years

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A thing I noticed with the Glee fandom as well, is that whenever someone brings up Sam becoming a stripper for money for his family, everyone is apologetic towards him and takes his side.

But whenever someone brings up Puck sleeping with older women (who where grooming him) everyone either bats an eye or blames him. Puck had no parents who genuinely cared to help him (his dad, who kinda verbally abused Puck and used him, is gone and it's shown his mum is very withdrawn and kinda emotionally neglectful towards him and his sister). So he never even had a good role model like we know Sam has.

Neither of them where in control of their situation and we don't know what causes Pucks pool business to be more than that. Even if he did initiate it, it's with women more than half his age and women who are mothers who have kids around the same age as Puck (I'm sure it's confirmed in the episode Kurt becomes the kicker and it's played off as a joke because haha stud sleep with mum of enemy so funny). Even if Sam used his job to help his family and Puck used the money for himself, it doesn't matter.

What matters is they were minors and they have probably been majorly effected. I wouldn't be surprised if it's why Puck slept with many girls since it's the only form of validation he every really received and probably didn't even know if it was deemed as wrong. I'm not using this as an excuse for the bullying or what happened with Quinn but it does explain his actions.

Sorry for the rant but I hate how people blame the victim just because they are either 1-not the best character or 2-it doesn't suit the kind of person they are.

an anon glee rant in my inbox?? in 2022?? it's more likely than u think 😌 anyways my dear anon I do agree with u so I will be providing my thoughts as well.

yeah people's double standards when it comes to defending attractive white boys vs everyone else are fucking irritating to say the least, because while the way it's framed in the show is an undeniable factor in the way it's shown (you're meant to sympathize with sam vs with puck it's played off for joke's and how he should be lucky). it's not *just* that

don't underestimate how much regardless of the way something is written people will interpret it in their own way (example: the scene where Ryder is discussing his SA and both Sam and Artie are like oh you should be lucky that happened (keep in mind I'm not defending either of them) but people will only bring Arties reaction but never Sam's despite that both of them had the same reaction

( Even if he did initiate it, it's with women more than half his age .....Even if Sam used his job to help his family and Puck used the money for himself, it doesn't matter.)

that’s the thing !! puck is the victim here, there’s like no doubt about it !! you cant expect a 15 yo to know better and properly consent especially considering how he’s a child who is hypersexualised in addition to lacking stability in almost every aspect in his life and proper guidance.

yeah i dont think the point of bringing up how fucked up puck’s arc (and how its perceived) is a justification for what he did (specifically the (non-con) scene with quinn) its just a separate (if in a way related) thing.

dont apologize for it !! i think its worth bringing up.

#bro i hate sam so damn much i could write an essay about it #and i hate how the fandom treat him !!#anyways i think puck is a complicated character esp considering everything #but like this isnt just about him ykwim?#its always with these matter something bigger and more #anyways #anti sam evans #not really but !!#glee #noah puckerman #anon #myle mumbles answers #glee thoughts™#long post #negativity

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HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳💓🎉💖

MWAH THANK U IZZY 💞🥹🥹

#izzy <3 #myle mumbles answers

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happy birthday! 🎈 (i think it's your birthday, if it's not then this is embarrassing) hope it's a good one for you <3

fafsfsf it is !! thank u dan <3

#dan <3 #myle mumbles answers

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I have more thoughts about this than I probably should, but I was actually actively thinking about this seeing some babysos sleeping on the bus/van pictures, because one they look too young to be that tired and two all four of them sleep in distinct ways?? I am personally fascinated by cake sleeping, because Luke usually tries to make himself seem smaller when he's not on stage (where he is larger than live, love that for him) but when he's asleep he usually takes up the space you expect someone as tall as him to take (i would provide visuals but I'm on my phone but like the video of him and Calum in the seat of the van where he's taking like 70% of the space or even that pic that you reblogged from me yesterday) and Calum usually sits like he's trying to take as much space as he can (if you look up manspreading you'll find a picture of Calum, true story) but totally curls into himself when he sleeps, and also the way he always has his arms like he's hugging something makes me thing about that interview were malum says they are the big spoon always and lashton say they like to be the little spoon, and I strongly believe it hat Calum is the only one of that will always try to be the big spoon because he looks like he likes to hug things when he sleeps. Also Crystal has provided multiple situations where Michael was the little spoon, so like, babe don't lie you like to be held, it's okay.

Michael asleep is exactly what I expect him to be while sleeping, and by that I mean he's a cat. I'm pretty sure I have a set of Michael sleeping (i do, it's here) he either curls up into himself arms folded across his body or just full on drops his full body weight on whoever is closest to him and that just makes me want to scream if I'm honest, unless the person next to him it's Luke, then they are just there leaning into each other and that's adorable and soft and aaaaaaa. There's not a lot of Ashton asleep content, at least I can't seem to find all that much, maybe that's because he's the one taking the sleeping videos and pics usually, but if no one is sleeping on him he is kinda like a little ball?? And that's so soft considering his usual tired dad stance (What is is with 6 feet something men and trying to be small while sleeping?? Why is that so endearing?? Let me run my fingers through your hair while you sleep please)

I could actually write multiple essays about them sleeping jspsksoskspsk

Sorry this is long but I'm bored and trying to district myself and I have many many thoughts so I'm inflicting them on you jspsksoskspsk

anna hi yes thank u for gracing me with your thoughts I love them.

"they look too young to be this tired" ok yes thank you for casually just hurting me 😃 I'm fine.

ok yes excellent observation, I love the juxtaposition between now luke always makes seem smaller except when he's sleeping or performing, and If I think too much about it I'll cry.

Calum !! yes !! my guy is a just curls up around something and it's the sweetest thing ever especially when as u said he's a professional manspreader <3

there's no doubt in my mind michael is a lil spoon, he was totally lying in that interview 💀 and yes he is so similar to a kitten it's almost funny. ( honourable mention to muke cuddling bc 🥺🥺 )

and yes ashton (in rare the photos we have) does seem to curl into a ball and I think when you compare with how he always seems to hold himself it's so- many feelings ykwim

anyways thank u for indulging me in sleepysos thoughts because they're precious and I love them

#5sos #5sos rambles #had to provide photo evidence ofx #i have more but i couldn't find them rip #anna <3 #myle mumbles answers

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