not being unfaithful really

anonymous asked:

More BI Percy?

  • he likes having painted nails but the polish always chips pretty much immediately and he gets so annoyed that he doesn’t even bother to take it off, he just walks around with chipped nail polish for the next two weeks
  • when they go out and he gets hit on by a guy he makes eye contact with annabeth across the bar and smirks, watching her carefully guarded expression. he saunters up to her and starts to brag, but then a girl appears behind her and slaps her ass, grinning, and hands her a drink. percy is gobsmacked and annabeth is smug
  • they walk in a few pride rallies, holding a bi flag and with glitter on their cheeks
  • he doesn’t really like to make a big deal out of it, so he doesn’t exactly… come out?? he just sort of, stops hiding it, exactly. like if they’re out in a group and someone makes a comment about a good looking guy he’ll freely offer his opinion, or if the topic of gay rights comes up he’ll talk about it from his perspective
  • most of his friends cotton on pretty quickly
  • grover throws his arms around him and squeezes him tight, tells him how proud he is and how happy he is to feel him so comfortable
  • and grover’s right, it took a lot for percy to get here. growing up in the same household as smelly gabe led to a lot of toxic internalised misogyny and it took a lot of subtle coaxing and support from annabeth and sally and some not so subtle coaxing from piper to come to terms with it
  • but once he admits it to himself, once percy thinks, honestly and plainly, ‘yeah, i’m attracted to guys, too’, he feels better. more settled and happier and a bit more free than he ever has before
  • admitting it to annabeth is probably the scariest part of it, because he knows how jealous she can get and he’s heard all the comments about bi people being promiscuous and unfaithful and he really can’t stomach the thought of her thinking that of him. he loves her, only her, no matter his orientation, but he really doesn’t know how she’s going to take it
  • to his surprise, and immense relief, she just smiles knowingly and kisses him softly and sweetly. “thank you for trusting me,” she says, and then, “i love you”
  • he kisses her back, absolutely overwhelmed with affection

*** I only used some parts of the song so that I could try an make it as close to Juice as possible and keep it as realistic as possible. I can’t really see Juice being unfaithful and cheating on someone that he finally had to love him and call his own, unless he was in a reeeeally bad spot, so I’m setting this in season 7 where he’s just a mess. Completely distraught and out of his element, essentially out of his character. Worried about losing everything and without realizing it, ruining whatever little he still had. Hope you guys like it. ***

 (Warning for cheating, mention of attempted suicide and just sadness in general because BITCH 😫💔 ) 

Juice ran his hand over his head as another sob broke from your chest. He’d been sitting with his back to the bathroom door for 30 minutes now, listening to you weep. You’d been through a lot in life, just as everyone had. You had experienced pain and betrayal, but you had never expected it from Juice. You had always been given his love and adoration, and given the same in return. You loved him and took care of him. Gave him a home and a good woman to come home to. You supported him and his club, was always there when you needed him. You had expected his tenderness, not his infidelity. Life had a funny way of doing things though and apparently, some other woman had given him something more than you had and got him to stray.

I wish we could just pretend to be 
Like we always were before, as happy as the Kennedy’s
No one told Jackie about Marilyn’s tendencies

 You had found out that she wasn’t a Croweater, she was just a girl that lived in town and had shopped at his dispensary. She wasn’t a sweet butt that was just being there for a Son, no intentions of hurting you. She was a girl that had gotten with your man because she wanted him and apparently he had wanted her too. You weren’t sure what hurt more. You had your suspicions, his calls coming less frequently, his time at home getting smaller. The thought had been at the back of your mind for weeks, eating at you and ripping apart your heart a little more each day. But you tried to ignore it. To push back the thought of not being enough for the man you loved. You had been with Juice for years, since Queens. Married at 18, not counting the days of how long you’d been together. It felt like you had spent your whole life with him and you found it hard to remember a life before him, without him. You didn’t want to believe that all this time of your life had been in vain. That you would lose the one that meant everything to you. You couldn’t.

 Ignorance is bliss when you’re married half a century
Life is too short, trying to hold it all together 

 You pulled your head up and looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy, the tip of your nose pink from all your rubbing at it. You sucked in a breath and blew it out shakily. You weren’t sure what you were going to do. You didn’t want to stand for the betrayal and humiliation, you deserved better than that. However, you weren’t sure if you wanted to let this relationship go to waste. You knew you had to make a big decision and you weren’t sure if you trusted yourself to make the right one in this state of mind. Your heart was in shambles and you knew nothing good ever came from making choices like that. You needed a nights sleep before you determined what you were going to do. 

 I want to love you
But if it’s not right what can I do?
Everything will be alright
So baby get some sleep tonight 

 You wiped at your swollen eyes once more before you turned towards the door, unlocking it and pulling it open. Juice immediately turned to look at you but you simply stepped over him, walking into the bedroom and going towards the bed. He stood slowly and watched you as you climbed into bed, slipping under the covers and sitting up. He slowly walked towards you, roughly swiping at the tear in his own lashes as he sat at the foot of the bed, wanting to give you some space. He still knew he had to speak to you though. He had to try to make things right. 


 You didn’t say anything, just sniffled.

 "Baby, please, say something. Anything.”

 "What do you want me to say Juice? What is there to say?“ "I don’t know just…just say something. Yell at me or something." 

 You rolled your eyes, your anger finally starting to seep in.

 "I don’t need to yell at you. You know you fucked up." 

 He nodded and looked down at his lap. 

 "I know. I never meant to hurt you though. I was just stressed with the club. I know I should’ve gone to you but she just, she was a breath of fresh air kinda.”

 You scoffed in disgust at his words, his eyes going wide as he realized how that sounded. 

 "I didn’t mean it like that! I meant a breath of fresh air from the club, not you. I didn’t mean I needed a break from you, I just…“ 

 His words trailed off and he took a deep breath to steady himself, knowing he was just going to dig himself deeper if he kept on that route. He’d kept you entirely in the dark with everything going in with Roosevelt and the club. You had no idea about him giving up info or trying to kill himself or being weak and a rat in the clubs eyes. He hadn’t wanted to bring that home to you. He never wanted to involve you in his mess and put any more weight on your shoulders. He wanted to let you continue to be happy without the added stress of what was going on with him but he was the only one hurting you now. 

 She said, you’re always gone.
I said, The fuck do you expect from me? 

 "I didn’t mean to hurt you or betray you. I wasn’t thinking. I just, I needed to just get away from everything and we kept getting in fights over how distant I became with you. You kept getting mad at me, telling me I was always gone and I got pissed because it was true. I knew I wasn’t giving you the attention you deserved. I was neglecting you and I felt like shit. I was tired of fights at the club and I was tired of fights with you. I got drunk and I fucked up. She caught me at a weak moment. She knew I was in a bad place and she gave me that opportunity to completely take my mind off of everything and I’m a fucking idiot so I took it. She kept trying and I caved." 

 I swear my intentions aren’t as evil as you think
But temptation’s always pushing people to the brink
Fuck, I always lose my judgment when I drink
My only wish is you would settle down and hear me out
I know I haven’t been completely honest and devout
It’s difficult for me, these girls try to seek me out 

 You sniffled again as you felt your eyes welling up once more. You didn’t know what you were going to do and it scared you. It scared you to think of having to think of a life that didn’t have him in it. But could you live with the nagging at the back of your mind from the betrayal? Could you live with that little voice constantly telling you that you weren’t enough and that’s why he’d actually strayed? That even with you giving him everything, giving him all of you, giving him your best, that it just wasn’t enough? That you at your best wasn’t enough? 

 With a shake of your head, you willed your tears back and blew out a breath, running your fingers through your hair and pushing it out of your face.

 "I just need to sleep Juice. I’m really hurting right now. I don’t wanna think about this anymore." 

 Your voice cracked as you finished and Juice closed his eyes, hating the sheer pain in your tone.

 "Can I stay here tonight? Please? Just give me tonight with you. Then tomorrow you can do whatever is best for you. We can talk tomorrow. I just don’t want you to be alone tonight. Let me try to comfort you. I never meant to hurt you." 

 His voice quivered as he thought about all the pain that was swimming in your eyes and he felt like he could hear that warm heart of gold you had, crumbling from what he’d done to you. You nodded softly and he crawled his way to his side of the bed, climbing beneath the covers with you, pulling you to him closely. He held your head to his chest, his other arms wrapped around you tightly, almost as if he was scared that you’d leave him in the middle of the night and if he was being honest, he was. He didn’t want to ever have to let you go. In that moment, he spilled out everything to you. Told you every single little detail, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, you would see where he had been. Maybe see what a wreck he was and even though he knew he didn’t deserve it, you would grant him another chance. Another chance to be the man that you deserved. The man that his mother had raised him to be. 

 You laid there quietly as he bared his soul. Listened as he told you what he had been through. He didn’t mention what he did that night in the forest, he would never hurt you even more by telling you that. He would take that to the grave, but everything else he let come to the surface and when he was done, he pulled your face up by the chin, laying the most gentle kiss you’d felt upon your lips. It was slow, drawn out as if he didn’t want to stop, because he didn’t. It felt as if time had stopped and the universe had given you a chance to feel his love. He pulled his lips from yours, the tears in your lashes glittering in the moonlight that cascaded through the curtains and onto your face, almost as if the moon herself was reaching out to soothe you. As he looked down at you, he tried to memorize every single detail of your face, just in case it was the last time he ever saw it. 

 So if tonight turns out to be
The last night before you peaced then walked out on me
Let’s let it all hang out like a balcony
One last time, the best is what you about to see
So make it worth it tonight, only so you know I never hurt you in spite
Love me like you never will again, it’s our last time
Tonight forget about the pastime 

 You cuddled into his chest, the both of you lost. 

 "I don’t know if I can stay Juice. I love you, but i don’t know." 

 He nodded in understanding, leaning to kiss the top of your head. 

 "I know baby. Just sleep. Tomorrow we’ll see." 

 You let your eyes slip closed and let Juice hold you for all that he was worth. His happiness was something long forgotten, lost in the sweep of fate from his wrong doings, but yours was still there. Weak and tattered, but there. He’d do everything he could to make sure that light in your eyes never died out.

 Everything will be alright
So baby get some sleep tonight

  • What's she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: can you imagine how terrible it was for ned stark to listen to his best friend go on and on for decades about murdering every last targaryen on earth because of what (robert thinks) happened to lyanna, while knowing all he has left of her, the last connection he has to his beloved sister, is in fact a targaryen? and then how hard it must have been for him to make his wife believe he was unfaithful to her, when really he was just being truly honorable™ ned stark and protecting his dying sister's wish? then he had to painfully watch as his wife not-so-subtly treated his 'bastard' like the kid was significantly lesser than his other children? and THEN had to sit back while the kid basically agonizes over his mother and feed him lies his whole life? imagine being the only one with that kind of secret.

“Letter to George Barker,”
by Elizabeth Smart

I do not think that I want to lie down in your crowded bed for bouts of therapeutic lovemaking. Loving you, I see no beauty in lopsided true love. It really is in sorrow & not anger that I say: I do not want you any more because I simply cannot bear it. It isn’t only the unfaithfulness. It’s the loneliness, the weeks and months of being alone, really cut off from you, receiving perhaps a postcard saying I fuck you as you pause for breath in fucking somebody else. It would have been better if I had married before I met you, because then you could have given me a few months of fulfilling attentions which is all, apparently, that women need, & then I could have returned to the someone who, possibly, would have cared for me. For you do not want the responsibility even of love & by this I do not mean either money or guilt.

I realize that if you had cared about me the small necessary amount you would not have left me alone with so much pain, but would have contrived to find some other way of doing what you had to. This is the depths & the final & the end of my misery & degradation & if I say goodbye to you now I will be able to keep from being bitter because I am so grateful to you for your last few moments of frankness.

Dearest George, I will NOT give up the belief in true love or if you will romantic love—IT IS possible I KNOW. I never wanted anyone since you. IT IS possible to cometh to rest in someone—but you have not evidently had enough pleasure and power. Maybe I want the middle-aged things now. I’ve had my fuck, but I’ve lost my love. My womb won’t tear me to pieces now, maybe, but my heart certainly will. Goodbye. Elizabeth.

anonymous asked:

Long distance relationship with gom + kagami + himuro + takao?

(sorry if it seemed repetitive D: the gist is that all the boys would just miss you terribly and bombard you with text messages and/or calls because they’re cute like that!)


With him not too fond with the idea of technology being the bridge holding your bond together, Kuroko finds it a bit difficult to keep a long distance relationship strong. However, he isn’t one to give up so easy- definitely not from an unalterable situation like the one he finds himself in. Kuroko does his very best to assure you that he’s willing to put all his effort in sustaining his much loved relationship with you, and proves his promises with frequent phone calls and online messaging.


The idea seemed way too complex for a simple Kagami at the time, but then he realized how much he truly didn’t want to give in to the obstacles separating the two of you. Despite being so far from you, Kagami refused to admit defeat and always did his best to keep the relationship running smoothly. Soon enough, there was a suitcase in his room that was abandoned, with clothes continually spilling from it as a result of his travels. Whenever he had time off, he’d make that free-time into cherished time spent with you.


No matter how many texts Kise sent you or how many times he’s called you, it still wasn’t enough. He so desperately wished to be able to hold you and really be with you, so much that Kise often found himself wondering if he could keep this up. He hated the idea of being tied down, especially in a situation like this one. When such thoughts provoked this reasoning, he’s consistently reminded by his own feelings, how much he loves and cares about you. Kise remains loyal to you despite the occasional aching thoughts, and continues to bombard you with accidental text messages/calls at 3 in the morning. (”sorry __cchi! I forgot it was so late over there!”)


Midorima would have never imagined himself in a relationship with anyone for a long time, let alone a wonderful partner like you. Everything was worth it to him. The pangs of sorrow from missing you, hopelessly desiring a face-to-face conversation, hell, Midorima even had times where he wanted to have to ability to spoil you rotten in physical affection. Even though so much of the wishing had proven to put a negative strain on him, the thought of you putting so much endeavor into a difficult relationship with a difficult man like him made Midorima feel light on his feet. He really loved you and you really loved him, and as long as that was made clear, you would still receive sweet good morning texts with your zodiac’s daily horoscope. 


In Aomine’s perspective, the whole concept of “long distance relationships” was practically screaming bad idea. He first viewed them as a stupid and useless way to keep a romantic bond going, but as he fell into one, Aomine never seriously thought of breaking it off. He was hooked on you and the incredible things you made him feel, in spite of you not being there next to him. Loving you fiercely was the easy part in Aomine’s eyes, but he’d find himself drowning in the concern of missing you terribly. Of course, he would never admit it, but sometimes those extra long conversations you two share during Aomine’s nighttime really make him confess his true thoughts and feelings. With those admissions, it makes Aomine easily forgivable for being such an awfully lazy texter at times.


Sometimes, you’re not hardly sure if Mura even wraps his head around the whole notion. During those times, you find yourself looking for answers from Himuro, just to clarify that the feelings you harbored in the relationship were not one-sided. Himuro remained honest each time you called and assured you that your boyfriend had no intentions of leaving you or becoming unfaithful. You loved Mura with all your being and really did want to put the effort into keeping the relationship steady. With you being the mature one and attempting to work at the relationship yourself, you had a tendency of forgetting that Mura sincerely nurtured a deep fondness over you. Sure, there were times where he forgot to call or text, but there was never an hour that passed by where Mura wasn’t thinking of his beloved __chin and how much he missed her to pieces.


It was as if the whole thing was completely normal to Akashi. He never once thought of giving up on such a relationship, never found himself believing it was too hard to keep up- none of it. Akashi was madly in love with you and held no interest towards pessimistic conclusions. With him being extremely loyal, it was quite hard for you to focus so much on the negatives. Akashi constantly made sure to guide the relationship to a strong point, even if the absence of one another had proven to be disheartening for the both of you. Your adoring boyfriend, however, dispelled feelings like those as much as possible by frequent visits and long phone calls.


Takao has an extremely clingy and affectionate character in nature, so it’s only normal for him to feel so lost without your touch. In the beginning, he wasn’t too sure if he held the capability to continue the relationship. It became so unbearable for him at one point that he cried for what seemed like an eternity during one of your video chats. The pain he felt was never, of course, one-sided. You expressed your similar thoughts to Takao in hopes of reminding him that he wasn’t the only one to feel that way. He took your confessions seriously and soon began working extra hard at maintaining the bond between the two of you. Takao loved you so much and found himself trying to prove that to you at all times. Video calling and everyday texts were normal among you two, so it seemed as if he really had nothing to worry about after-all. You weren’t going anywhere.


Himuro admits the true difficulty in preserving a long distance relationship, but he claims that the positives will always outweigh all negatives. It was just like him to be thinking of the bright-sides, and you couldn’t help but to envy yet admire his strength. Himuro knew the relationship had a bit of a toll on you, so naturally, this increased his calls and texts. It was his main goal for you to know how much he cared about maintaining this bond with you. After noticing how much effort Himuro contributed into it, there really was no option for you other than to continue loving him with all your being and giving back the same encouragement Himuro presented to you.

anonymous asked:

An angsty jimin scenario where he's furious because he thinks you cheated, but you didn't, and you try to reason with him, but he's not hearing any of it?


You knocked for what felt like the hundredth time, feeling the soreness in your knuckles creep its way throughout your entire arm.

It had been a good five minutes and you were still in front of this door, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention.

Just what the hell is he doing that he can’t hear someone outside of his apartment this long?

Finally, after a few more knocks and a strange look from the lady who lives across the hall, the door swung open and you had to stop yourself from accidentally hitting Jimin in the face with your outstretched hand.

You were expecting your usual greeting—a peck on the cheek, and maybe a crushing bear hug or something alone those lines—but instead you received a hard glare coupled with squinty eyes.

Jimin was looking at you as if you had just committed the world’s worst crime.

“Do you really have to knock like that?” He sounded incredibly irritated.

“Sorry,” you smiled cautiously, lifting up a plastic bag with your good hand. “I brought food.”

He let out a grunt and you took it as your invitation to enter. You plopped yourself on the couch before beginning to unload all of the food onto the coffee table. Jimin joined you slowly, taking a seat at the far end of the couch. You raised an eyebrow at the distance he put between the two of you, but you didn’t question it, handing him a plate piled with his favorites instead.

He took it, but didn’t make any effort to eat it.

“Are you okay?” you asked hesitantly, not being able to keep quiet about his unusual behavior any longer.

He didn’t respond, only reaching for his utensils to idly push the food around his plate.

“Jimin, come on, what’s wrong? Are you mad I missed your call earlier?”

He let out a short “no,” causing you to sigh.

“Are you sure because—”

“It’s not that you didn’t answer my call,” Jimin snapped and you jumped, not expecting such an outburst. “I’m not that ridiculous. It’s about what you were doing when you didn’t answer my call.”

“What does that even mean?” Your patience was beginning to run thin and you had only been in each other’s presence for less than ten minutes. Jimin was speaking in riddles, an annoying habit, and you just wanted some clear answers.

But obviously, he wasn’t going to be giving you any.

He pursed his lips, eyeing you carefully. “Where were you today?”

You responded to his scrutinizing gaze with one of your own. “I had classes.”

“So you were at the university all day?”

“I have a lunch break, Jimin.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” his mocking tone was really starting to get irritating.

“What is your problem?” you snapped, cringing a little at how harsh you sounded. “Just let it out already.”

Jimin’s gaze hardened, and it was enough for you to know that his next words weren’t going to be pleasant. “I saw you today. At that cafe? You were having a grand old time cuddled up with some other guy.”

You blinked for a few seconds, trying to process his words. What the hell was he talking about? You then remembered meeting one of your male classmates for lunch, but it was strictly for school purposes and there certainly wasn’t any cuddling going on.

“Wait a minute,” you spoke slowly, holding up a hand to prevent him from spouting any more nonsense. “You saw me at a cafe, working on a project with my lab partner over lunch, and—wait—you’re not accusing me of something, are you?”

Jimin looked slightly surprised at the information you’d given him, but the shocked expression quickly morphed back into the hard one he had been wearing ever since you entered his apartment.

He scoffed a little, shooting you another glare. You honestly didn’t even know he could glare like that. “Like I’m going to believe that.”

Your eyes widened, and you scooted towards him. He flinched and leaned back a bit, and you could’ve sworn you had never experienced something quite as painful as that.

“You should believe that, Jimin! I’m your girlfriend. I have never once lied to you and I have never once given you a reason not to trust me. Do you seriously think I cheated on you?”

Jimin didn’t respond, but that was enough of an answer in itself. He really was accusing you of being unfaithful.

You couldn’t understand where this was coming from. One minute you’re preparing for a comfortable dinner with him and the next you don’t even know what’s gotten into him. Jimin had never been the jealous type. Sure, he joked around about you being his and only his, but he never once took it any further than that.

A part of you wondered if he had ever experienced something like this before. Something in his past that would have led to him being this unnecessarily suspicious.

So much for being open and honest with one another.

You both remained quiet for a few moments; you were at a loss for words and Jimin was steaming in his own self-created anger. It took a bit more glaring before he spoke up again.

“I saw the two of you. It didn’t exactly look platonic.”

“And what exactly did you see, Jimin?”

“Oh, come on! You two were all…,” he stumbled over his words, “h-huddled together and—”

“We were sharing the same textbook!” You screeched.

He scoffed. He was doing that a lot this evening. “That’s a nice excuse. So you ignored me when I wanted to have lunch with you so you could just go off with someone else—”

“What do you want me to say, Jimin? I didn’t realize you had called until I got home; I’m sorry. It’s not like I’m ever used to you having enough time to grab lunch together—”

“That’s uncalled for,” he scowled, his voice dangerously low. You had never used his busy schedule against him before.

“Okay then, so what exactly is called for? Should I get up and leave right now?” You shot back.

You waited for him to answer as he turned his gaze from you to the wall beside him. You waited for him to reach for you and say no, of course that’s not what I want so that you could just talk it out rationally and go back to normal.

But he didn’t.

He just nodded.

Years of building up a relationship, of building up trust you thought was strong enough to last, and everything was now reduced to a simple nod. How can such a small gesture be such a defining moment in your life?

Jimin was still turned away from you, and you could tell by his inability to look you in the eyes that he wasn’t going to back down.

He genuinely didn’t believe you. He genuinely wanted you to leave.

It was then that you realized just how nonsensical the situation was. Why were you wasting your time trying to explain yourself when he wasn’t even willing to listen? If he wanted to make you out to be some kind of heartless person, then that’s what you were going to be. You weren’t going to wait around for him to decide to hear you out. That shouldn’t even be an issue in the first place.

You breathed out deeply and squared your shoulders, but it ended up just looking like a sad attempt at composing yourself. “Fine,” you spoke shortly. “If that’s what you want, then you can consider me gone.”

He didn’t respond, only giving another short nod as he stood up from the couch, heading for another room of his apartment as if the thought of being near you any longer appalled him.

Funny how he wanted you gone, yet he didn’t even have the strength to watch you go.


Wow, what is this angsty trash, i’m sorry. 

Some more hobi fluff coming your way soon, guys. Why do I feel like I only write hobi fluff?

Part 2 is here!

10.000 lovers

The reader is getting tired of Dean bringing girls back to their motel room.

Inspired by 10.000 lovers by Ida Maria. Yes, I know that the song is about an unfaithful lover, but I really can’t imagine Dean being unfaithful, so I twisted it a bit.

As always, consider leaving me a comment in my ask box. Those make my day. Also, remember: I blame all my grammatical errors on the fact that I’m Norwegian…

Word count: 2960

Ugh! This arrangement was killing your back, not to mention your heart. Dean had left the bar pretty early with Lovely Lola on his arm, and soon after Sam abandoned you too; a gorgeous lady with skin like molten chocolate attached to him.

You gave up on the evening then. None of the men in the bar met your standards, so with both of the Winchesters gone; you could stop pretending to be on the lookout. Luckily, the motel wasn’t far and the short walk cleared your head a little, but when you got back to your room, you groaned loudly. Dean had dropped down the blinds. That was the sign you had agreed on; for you to stay away for the night, so you turned and shuffled over to the Impala, which he conveniently had left unlocked.

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anonymous asked:

lemme just go on a rant about something okay so i started dating this girl early this year and she broke up w me in august callin me a liar or some shit and abt less than a month later she be talking to me about her new crush and i was like bitch what the fuck how the fuck was i the liar when you saying youre dumping me for being “””unfaithful””” when you really just wanting to see other people and i woulda been OKAY WITH THAT BUT SHE DEADASS SAID I WAS A LIAR AND THAYS WHAT REALLY GETS ME

she seems like a bit of a dick and you’re better off without her! i’m sorry she put you through all that bullshit but now you can move on and be happy!!!

🌜sleepover with me🌛

> @princeadrian !!

It was getting very dark and cold. Despite how initially reluctant she’d been for their marriage, Andrea couldn’t help but feel worried for her husband’s lateness. Being worried meant the fact she’d begun to care a bit, and they’d only been married a couple weeks. The princess couldn’t admit that to herself - she just wasn’t ready. Instead, she decided to feel angry, angry because of the possibility that Adrian was out being reckless, irresponsible and maybe even unfaithful. ( Could she really blame him? ) Despite they were once friends, they were more or less strangers now. She turned from the open door and walked back inside the house, rubbing her arms against the chill of the night and shutting the door. As she started walking towards the stairs she heard the car pull up into the driveway and turned around.

anonymous asked:

The big problem I have with Tokka is that I really can't see Sokka being unfaithful, it goes against all of his A:TLA character development. And it can be argued that his relationship with Sukki was one of the strongest and most developed in the series.

As a preface, this is totally the realm of head-canons right now…of course nothing is definitive, and whatever makes you happiest to imagine should be what you do!

For my own take on it, I wish I believed in a world where everyone who started dating at 15/16 could grow together and stay in love. I’m a bit more cynical. I agree that Suki and Sokka had a great arc (I absolutely adore Suki). And they were right for each other where the series ended. But I do think that LOK kind of pulled the wool away from our eyes and went in a more realistic direction, especially where relationships were concerned (see also: the Gaang and parenting). Bryke’s remarks on Sukka felt a bit tongue-in-cheek to me.

Anon #2: If Sokka is Su’s dad doesn’t that mean Lin dated her half cousin?

Yeah, technically, but it’s like, a secret half-cousin with no blood relation, so it’s not weird. I mean, it’s no weirder than Linzin dating given that they like, knew each other since they were in diapers.

Anon #3: Honestly, although I’m not fond of the idea, I had thought of the possibility of Suyin’s dad being Sokka mostly because we never see any of Sokka’s kids (assuming he had any, which I suppose that there’s a chance he didn’t).

Well, if he was the father, he was clearly not involved (Lin and Suyin grew up without knowing their dads). Which is why if Sokka is the father, it suggests to me that he and Toph had some kind of affair, and she either lied to him about who the dad was, or they both agreed to never talk about it for the sake of his other relationship. Like I said, it’s deliciously sordid. I never read the comics so I have zero opinions on Satoru. I do plan on ordering them soon though.

ALL this being said, I have absolutely no problem if Suyin’s dad is “some other guy named ___.” I love Toph’s flippant attitude towards it. I love that she chose to be a single mother (though am super curious about her reasoning for withholding information on the father). And most of all, I love that her sexual autonomy was not presented in a moralizing way. Yes, Lin and Suyin had issues to sort through, but it was no worse than Kya/Bumi/Tenzin, who came from a more traditional, nuclear family.

anonymous asked:

aa sorry to add to the cheating discourse but,, i just finished zens route and i want to defend him bc hes too good. too pure. [SPOILER WARNING] on one of the nights, he asks to hold your hand (ive had strangers grab my ass and then theres this bean wanting consent for G rated actions) and then sends you home bc hes scared of doing anything too early. then when echo girl shows up talking about her D cups he just tells her to go home. i cant imagine him ever being unfaithful :')

Samee, he seems like a guy who’s really into commitment and consent

anonymous asked:

HI! I've been rewatching season 6 and yeah I was wondering about something. There was this scene in 6.20 between Cas and Crowley in which Cas says ''a whore is a whore is a whore''. What the hell does that mean?? Why is he saying that to Cas? Any thoughts?

He’s accusing Cas of being unfaithful to Dean (& TFW in general for the maintext) and chumming around with him instead

CROWLEY The big lie – the Winchesters still buy it. The good Cas, the righteous Cas. And long as they still believe it, you get to believe it. Well, I got news for you, kitten. A whore is a whore is a whore.

Essentially, Cas is still lying to them that he’s good (uh, this paragraph is in Crowley’s POV), and helping them, NOT telling them about his plans and so on. Crowley is fed up with Cas being distracted and useless because he keeps fucking up for the sake of the Winchesters and ruining the plan even though they’re on a deadline. If Cas just embraced the descent arc and went full evil they’d work much more effectively towards their goal, but he’s still trying to pass himself off as a good guy, and making the best of his terribly compromised choices in favour of good or what the Winchesters would want. But Crowley is like, seriously, look, we’re in a dingy blood-splattered basement, elbow-deep in evil schemes (or I am sheesh roll up your sleeves and help) and you’ve been working with me for a YEAR I think you’ve missed your chance to pretend you’re good any more, can we just get this over and done with - they’re going to see through it soon anyway and they’re already on our case. 

Taken nicely, it’s a warning that Cas is going down a bath path (and Crowley is happy to encourage it) but lying to TFW is only going to hurt them, the damage is done, and Cas is still hanging out with Crowley and not changing course there, so like, maybe he should stop being precious about it and embrace the plan that they’ve been working on the whole time.

… Of course there’s also the fact the language used tells it as the Dean/Cas/Crowley love triangle where Crowley is using sexual language about their interactions, as if Cas is being unfaithful to his marriage to Dean, to work with Crowley… from earlier in the episode:

CROWLEY The point is…You’re distracted, and that makes me nervous.

CASTIEL I am holding up my end.

CROWLEY Ah, yes. But is that all you’re holding? See…the stench of that Impala’s all over your overcoat, Angel. I thought we’d agreed - no more nights out with the boys.

Again, kind of ducking behind “the boys” but Cas only spoke to Dean and the episode is strongly weighted between Cas and Dean and much less so Sam, so if you’re editing it for emotional truthiness, you have to take him out of the equation there. 

Anyway that line from Crowley is classic cheating spouse dialogue, mentioning the smell of the other partner on the unfaithful one - again, Crowley trying to make Cas ditch his husband and run away with him instead. “Is that all you’re holding” is pretty much pure innuendo, and it’s framed as Crowley’s jealousy as much as trying to get Cas to work for him without all these silly distractions like “feeling bad” and “caring”.

So Crowley calling Cas a whore is reminding him that he’s “cheating” on Dean with Crowley and is in way too deep to be anything else. The repetition is a sort of “it’s turtles all the way down” type of emphasis, like you could keep peeling back excuses and defences but Cas is being unfaithful to his core at this point.

In conclusion, really, the way Crowley frames his interactions and relationship with Cas, is the crowbar you need to pry off the surface text and see all the Dean and Cas stuff in the episode as romantic with Dean as the betrayed spouse when he finds out, because Crowley literally just tells us in this episode over and over that it’s a love triangle, unrepentantly repeating the message that he’s stolen Cas from Dean.