Going to the gym didn’t help, I’m still so fucking horny
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Read a review on Rose which points out that Rose is meant to be the blonde character who dies first going into the basement in a horror film until nine grabs her hand and pulls her straight into another genre and now I'm thinking about how the darkest dw episode are always described as close to horror but they can never really be full horror because there's always the hope of it all.
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ok ex-husband Price where you and Price don't have any kids, but you separated for other reasons (the stress of being a military wife, John's overbearing possessiveness that's been steadily getting worse throughout the years, etc) and you've been doing a really good job at keeping a careful distance between the two of you. even though Price comes over all the time and phones you at work and constantly tries to seduce you whenever the two of you are alone. but you've been firm, kept him at arm's length.
cue a terrible series of events. you come back from a trip and inadvertently bring bedbugs back with you. you can't stay in the apartment while it's being fumigated and you don't have enough money to stay at a hotel for a few weeks while you wait it out. you're injured on the job at work and you have to take a month or two off, but those months aren't paid.
and you're forced to go grovelling back to Price for a place to stay and recuperate, pathetic and hurt and practically begging him to take you in because none of your friends would. you're at your absolute lowest and of course he takes that moment to exploit it. tells you that you never should've been working in the first place - should've been at home doing your little craft projects and painting the nursery for when you finally decide to pop out a baby or two.
makes you break the lease on your apartment and quit your job and immediately starts stitching himself back into your life. no more of that silly "separation" business. married couples sleep in the same bed, darling, of course you aren't going to sleep on the couch, he tells you, leading you to your old bedroom. everything's the same as you left it when you moved out - the picture of the two of you on the nightstand, your favourite mug on the dresser, the shoes you thought had gone missing are in the closet.
he lets it hang over your head, how easy it would've been for everything to go downhill for you if he hadn't been there. it's a very gentle taunting, breaking you down and bringing out all your insecurities. for how good of a life you thought you'd carved out, it was so easy for it to fall apart, so easy for everyone else in your life to have every excuse not to help. only your husband was still there for you in the end, even after your separation and everything. it makes you feel fragile and grateful around him, finally letting him put a baby in you after years of telling him that you weren't ready yet.
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So turns out, if you eat moldy bread and take expired medication you do end up developing severe intestinal issues! It’s not the update I wanted to give, but it turns out I am not invincible and in fact, I am incredibly unwell. Stay tuned.
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