TEAM SMALL

" I think every day about how she must've died hating me. I never became the better man she wanted me to be. The one she always saw in me" Marilyn Small written by cc

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[ MOM TIP # 55 ] Sorry for the lack of activity ---- I school's back and I recently got a job and I want death but I'm (trying to) manage.

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whinemcm : 

❝wasn’t that, supposed to be what life’s about though? just a series of ruts, but all you have to do is find one you can put up with?❞ she offered as help. she was grateful when marilyn gave that advice to her when she was going through similar thoughts, but she wasn’t sure it was much this time around though.

she sighed softly and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to comfort her in whatever way she knew how.  ❝sometimes, we just don’t know what to do…❞ she whispered back.  ❝it’s scary. and it sucks, but that’s apart of life. we need to figure it out. your feelings are completely valid… what makes you think you’re in a rut?❞

AH ------ those were the words she had told Mary. The words she used to try to comfort her sadness and lonesome some time ago, and now here she was. There was the slightest bit of shame that bubbled inside Marilyn. That even she couldn’t stick to her own advice.

“It’s just the....alcohol.” she said with an abrupt pause to gesture vaguely what she meant ---- which didn’t help her case at all.  “Just so much alcohol and the money....Oh god, too little money.”

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cryptxdkxng :

Robert smiled through the comment with a practiced ease. Whether she was serious or not, he wasn’t going to incriminate himself. “Trust me, it’s going to take more than a young blonde to make me leave you.” He thought it over for a moment. “Although, if Brian asks, I’m as good as gone. He looks like he would treat a guy right, you know?” A joke. A simple, harmless joke–like so many other simple, harmless jokes he made like that.

“You knew I loved cryptids more than anything when you married me,” he reminded her sternly–blatantly ignoring the implication she was making in the process. his hand just settled against her hip as he eyed the bracelet with a certain amount of pride.

“Hot man, at best. And he’s no Craig. I would leave you if Craig asked me to. And, hold on, you been eyeing up Reverend Lovejoy? I mean, Mary I get. I keep telling her I’m stealing her away from him. But Joseph? He’s… Joseph.”

Marilyn gave a snort at such a suggestion ---- all before playing this old game of truth and lie again with him as they always did. She crossed her arms.

“Yeah, sure. Good luck burning off all that whiskey you’ve been drinking ---- you’re going to need to it to keep up with Craig. And also fend for yourself against the other moms. I think I’ll hook up with Mat. I like a man who knows his music and awkward band puns,” Marilyn said with a wicked and sly smile as she left for the kitchen to grab them something to drink. Something to welcome Robert by. 

She took two mugs hidden in their cupboards as well as the instant coffee mix. It might do them some good instead of opening a beer bottle or two like they used to back in the day. Like a good wife, Marilyn got to work until her motions began to slow as her thoughts never left the topic she tried to press.

“But Joseph has his merits...Good man with an open mind...The yacht’s a bonus, I suppose. “

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whimemcm :

❝hey… what’s wrong?❞ mary wrapped her arms around marilyn holding her close as she cried.

”I think....I think I’m stuck in a rut, Mary...” Marilyn whispered --- her voice muffled. She tried to pry herself away, but there was something about Mary’s touch that just screamed safety. “I don’t know what to fucking do, Mary. I---”

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mary smiled at marilyn. she knew that she was right, but the fact that marilyn was trying to make her feel better, she appreciated it. mary drained her drink,  ❝it’s like a dream come true in all honesty. so when do we leave? in the next hour? tomorrow? a week? i could drop everything right now.❞

Marilyn stole a look from the clock that hung above Jim and Kim’s ---- the one just barely hiding from all the things Neil’s god hanging around. She bit her lower lip and squinted her eyes, counting the minutes before she smiled back at Mary. “My shift ends in 5 minutes---- wanna hit the town? A little dry run before we run off.” 

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I don’t think I’ll have time to make any more, so here’s a compilation of all my edits

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BAD AT LOVE

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whinemcm :

mary let out a small laugh.  ❝i’m sure joseph would be better off without me. he practically runs the household himself sometimes. i’m sure i just weigh him down and is just another someone to take care of. joseph could probably take care of robert too if he’s really struggling.❞ she kinda wished that there was a part of her that could say he would be nothing without her. but she also couldn’t get the idea out that she did nothing for them. but that was her own personal issues she needed to get out of the way.

”Hey now, don’t say that.” Marilyn sits up at those words ---- the smallest sound of defensiveness was quietly ringing in her voice. “You know what they say.....A day without mothers, the world would burn. Fathers on the other hand, the world turns ---- something to that degree, I’ll pulling shit out of my ass.”

“But I like it ------ just you and me, me and you. We can hang by the bay and go farther and farther away until we reach the Northwest like you want.”

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cryptxdkxng :

“The feds haven’t found me yet after that… incident.” As usual, his lies were delivered with a seriousness–his gaze drifting off toward the side of the room to stare at the walls with a slight glare. After all, a lie only worked when someone committed and Robert was always committed to his lies. With a shake of his head, he looked back at her, rather pleased to see that she liked it.

Waiting until she had it on her wrist, he then grabbed it inspect the way the bracelet looked on her. Perhaps he could’ve gotten something a bit more adorned, something with jewels to match her eyes, but he didn’t feel quite so guilty yet. He looked her in the eyes as he kissed the back of her hand before letting her go.

“You make it sound like I went out to bang Reverend Lovejoy instead of try and find a megalodon,” he joked, knowing the truth of the situation. Hugging her a bit closer, he gave her a sloppy kiss on the lips then pulled away with a smirk. “Aside from the megalodon I never saw, you were the only thing on my mind.”

“Good to know I’m still not husband-less after all this time.” A beat. “Surprisingly,” she said in a manner that was walked the line of joking and serious very finely. After years of being in a marriage that felt like a constant game of fact or bullshit, Marilyn was able to tell which from which and perhaps even spin her own wild tales. But in every lie there was a grain of truth...right? Or so she’d like to believe.

“I mean...It’s not not a possibility, you know?” she pulled away from Robert’s arms at that note. Her fingers became to wring the bracelet around her wrist as if trying to fit it perfectly around her like a cuff. Or as if she was...fidgeting.

“You didn’t hear it from me but the  Christiansens are admittedly...nice to look at . BUT it’s good to know you still missed me ---- hot men and sharks and all. Just slightly disappointing I’m below megaldon on your priorities but we’re okay.”

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powerpuff :

daughter of aphrodite

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she was caught up in the moment. they were just relaxing. enjoying the day. she was reading and wasn’t thinking. mary was sitting on the couch, marilyn’s head laid in her head. it was just natural to start running her fingers through her hair.  

❝sorry…❞ she said softly. ❝your hair was just sitting there, looking so inviting and lonely,❞  mary admitted.  ❝you don’t mind do you?❞ she asked looking back to her book, twirling a lock of marilyn’s hair on her finger.  / @knifewiife continued from here   

With the skin of her cheeks pressed to the skin of Mary’s lap, Marilyn was certain could feel her mouth pull into a smile. She gave a hum, practically burrowing closer to the other woman’s touch. “Knock yourself out ----- cure my hair of its lonesome. “ she mused. “Fair warning though --- it’s a bit of a rat’s nest.”

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//uhhhhhh??? anxiety????? it's 5 am ???? too early to get me worked up on crap

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(( touch || accepting ))

➜ Play with mine’s hair

Marilyn gave a quiet hum when she felt fingers touching whatever skin she had —- even it be on her head. It almost sounded like contentment —- body relaxed and so close to leaning to the other’s touch.

“Find anything interesting there, Mary?”

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rough fingers gently trace her jowl, tilting her head up to lock eyes, a smile draws 'pon his lips with a sly blush, he wants to be sentimental but is getting embarrassed, " how did i end up with the prettiest wife? "

 His touch didn’t come all at once, but slowly —- gently, even. Soon enough she was looking not only at his face, but her husband’s eyes lined with great care and, dare she say it ( && hell yes, she did ) love. She smiled at his confession —- her hands reaching to touch the rough outline of Robert’s face She smiled.

“With charm and a lot of good luck. Face it Bobby, you struck gold.“ She pulled him down to her height, meaning to plan a sweet peck before it lingered for just little while longer. Whether it was the fault of his or hers, she didn’t know but whatever.

“And I guess, I did too —- sure why not.”

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Touch Meme

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Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat