Wanderlust: Bizarro Cut (2012)
Afternoon Delight (2013)
Bad Moms (2016)
A Bad Moms Christmas (2017)
Mrs. Fletcher 1.04 | Parents' Weekend / 1.07 | Welcome Back
Agatha All Along 1.08 | Follow Me My Friend / To Glory at the End
i’m not an artist but i had a Vision last night of larissa standing there sweetly next to her little goblin gf who is covered in lipstick stains. here is my rendition
synopsis: You're not the type to step on bussiness, but you won't be in a place where everyone stinks like hatred. You thought Tamerlane would understand it. Maybe she is used to the stench. Maybe she is part of it.
warnings: marriage problems. family problems. angst. hurt/comfort. kiss and make up.
A week felt like centuries. The more you wanted for the holidays to end so you could go back to your home, slower the time passed. All alone, you found yourself recalling about Tolstoy. That bastard really never missed. Each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Your family isn't one of those from margarine adds. You have your fights, moments you would rather eat your boot then talk to one of them, but the love is there. People commit mistakes, do awful things knowing they're awful, but the love was there still.
You don't see any love between the Ushers.
There is devotion, of course. Roderick and his money, Madeline and her influence. Their accomplishments serve as inspiration, and their respect means everything. There is devotion, envy, but you don't see love.
Siblings are meant to fight over the smalest things, but you worry they might actually hate one another. You wouldn't say that aloud, but you don't think that love isn't just not being showed: you think it's not there at all.
In between the walls of the mansion, the most used word is bastard. You thought it was disgusting, judged them, until you couldn't blind yourself from truth anymore.
Tamerlane uses it too.
You don't like what being with her family does to Tamerlane. She gets mean. Cruel. She acts as if she was better than others, on a higher place than those common people.
That's one of the reasons why you didn't want to spend Christmas at the mansion. And also one of the reasons why she'd been yelling at you for the last five minutes.
"Those people are fucking idiots, useless fucking idiots. Don't defend them. They don't fucking deserve it."
If the mansion wasn't so wide you would be afraid of others hearing everything. Still, shame covered your face. Tamerlane made it look like you were running away from her, betraying her in some way.
"Does that mean you need to act like that? C'mon, Tammy. 'Bastards'? Do you truly think that's how siblings are supposed to treat one another? Do you truly think I'm wrong for not wanting to spend my time in this awful place?"
"Frederick is my only brother, not the rest," Tamerlane pointed at you. Frustrated, you sat down in the bed. "Don't you ever say that again."
You raised your hands, surrendering. "It doesn't change the fact that I don't want to be here anymore. Can't you see how this place changes you? How it changes everyone?"
"Are you really going to let me here? Look, we have plans here. Froderick won't..."
"I'm asking you to go home with me," you held her hands. Looking deep into her eyes, you tried to soothe her. "Tammy, you don't want to be here. You're an adult. Fuck what Roderick or Madeline want from you. Let's go somewhere better."
For a second you thought she would agree. But Tamerlane let your hands go, and you had to accept the truth.
"I can't."
You sighed. "I'm leaving. The only real question is if I'll go alone or with my wife."
Tamerlane laughed. The same way she does when Victorine or Camille open their mouths. It was mean, cruel. Not at all like the Tamerlane you fell in love with. Sometimes you wonder if you created her on your mind. "So step right out."
The Ushers are prideful to a fault, but so are you. You didn't even took your clothes from the wardrobe. Your phone was on your pockets, car key on the bedside table. At least it wouldn't take you long.
Without saying another word, you left Tamerlane behind.
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Tamerlane expected you to cease the fire. She thought you would call her, maybe come back in the middle of the night before anyone noticed you left, pretend that nothing happened. She was sure you would come back to her.
But you didn't.
She gave you time, space, but you didn't reach back for her. Tamerlane swore to herself to not go after you, but in the middle of the night your name glow in the screen of her phone. You ignore the call.
What were you doing? Where were you? Hearing Camille and Victorine fighting over something stupid, she wondered if you were spending christmas alone.
Tamerlane didn't told anyone she was going home. Part of her didn't even knew where she was driving towards. She just did, guilt filling her mind. Tamerlane couldn't sleep without you.
She found you watching Malcolm, a bowl with junk food in your hands. You saw her, but said nothing. Tamerlane sat beside you, the silence acting as daggers against her skin.
"You shouldn't eat this," she murmured. "We have real, healthy food here. You Goldbug Box must be..."
"Do I look like I care, Tamerlane?"
She breathed deep. "I'm sorry."
That earned a glance from you. "For what? Yelling at me at your father's house? Leaving me alone during Christmas? Being just overall cruel?"
"I don't... Everything. I'm sorry about everything. I'm just... I was too scared to leave, and too scared to be without you. I shouldn't have acted like that."
You gave another bite on your burger. "That's better."
"Do you forgive me?"
You had to fight back a smile. She went after you, and admitted to be in the wrong for once. You want Tammy to do better, but this is a starting point. "Sure," you told her. "Want me to restart the episode?"
Tamerlane took of her shoes and sat back down. She stole one of your fries and put her head on your shoulder. "No need," she looked at you. You were smiling. Good. "I'll probably sleep."
"Good night," you kissed her lips. "And good dreams."
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