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#smothering — independent,  private  writing blog for  norma bates  of  bates motel.  mothered and managed by cat  ( they/them, twenty-six, eastern standard ).   sideblog to @yellowbrckrd.  read the rules before interacting.  

exploring themes of: (𝚂)𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙳, crippling codependency, ‘us against the world’ mentality, abandoning before being abandoned, not going down without a fight, sweeping under the rug, not letting the world harden you, the comforts of old hollywood, managing expectations, and running a motel.

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I am not unhinged. I am perfectly hinged! ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ — Norma Louise Bates‎ ‎ ♡  ☆

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Norma Bates in BATES MOTEL | Season 2 Vera Farmiga’s eyes appreciation

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chiefhcp​.

She was gonna call? Really? She was gonna call. He had asked Flo to get him a new shirt, selecting a perfect one. ON TREND. Not caring if his colleagues thought it was ridiculous. He had made good reservations, ordered good wine and waited for at least an HOUR until deciding that she wouldn’t show up. He was about to just drive home to Jane, until he decided against it, turning his car to head to the motel to get an explanation. Perhaps it was bold or stupid or maybe he had too much of that wine he had finished on his own. Brows dropped into a frown and his weight shifted to one side of his hips. “OPTIONAL?” he echoed, dipping her head towards her to emphasize how ridiculous her words were. It was a date. He had been obvious about it being a date. Right? “Actually, NO.” he responded, not sure if he felt insulted by the assumptions or by the fact he just got stood up like some stupid teenager. “But it’s really good to know you were gonna call, Norma. That’s a GREAT gesture.”

she places a hand on her hip, rolling her head forward to meet him with humored disbelief.   ❛ you cannot be serious. you are acting . . . totally ridiculous right now. it wasn’t even like that! not at all, i just—- . . . why don’t you come inside, i’ll explain . . . ❜   she concludes amiably, all but bouncing to turn behind her to push the front door ajar. it’s clear in her light-hearted approach that she still has not grasped the full gravity of the situation . . . but it begins to sink in with his utter unwillingness to bend, has her pausing in her place to peer up at him, eying him warily under the porch light as though gauging whether or not he’s actually serious. but the brutal honesty of his answer to her question has her snorting childishly in response, turning back to lean against the door instead as though the plans had suddenly changed.   ❛ ---uh, okay, well, then . . . there you go. no harm, no foul. ❜   her reply might give him chills from how coldly it’s delivered. eyes remain placidly plastered to her unsolicited company, though the corner of her mouth quirks into a self-satisfied smirk as she pulls her robe closer to her chest. 

is it right that she should feel a little miffed by his honesty? by the idea that she had been right in her assumptions, and the truth behind what it implies? probably not, but she is. people were generally disappointing, nothing new. but it doesn’t make her any more or less miffed. just enough to get her feet wet, fuel the subconscious fire---- make her brows bend, nose pinching in elfish irritation, leaning into victimhood as if it were her life raft; clearly she’s not getting off the hook any other way.   ❛ okaaay, sooooo, what . . . sue me, i don’t know what you want from me! norman just wanted to spend a little time together----- he’s wanted nothing to do with me since we moved to this crummy town, what the hell was i supposed to say? ‘sorry norman, i’d rather go sit with some dude at some . . . sketchy, lowlife dive bar until all hours of the night’? he’d be crushed! ❜

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❛ —-norman . . . had a bad night, i - i got . . . caught up. i was gonna call . . . ❜ she meets his gaze with an air of finality, punctuating matter of factly—- that’s it, that’s all she’s got. a beat hangs heavily in between them, and she shuffles her feet awkwardly, doing her best to ignore the rapidly compounding tension. but it’s no use. something in the way @chiefhcp meets her gaze tells her he’s not letting up so easily. she deflates, leaning against her front door, arms pleating across her chest defiantly. ❛ what? don’t look at me like that. i didn’t think i was scheduling an appointment when i agreed to meet up with you, i just thought it wasssss . . . optional. ❜ she’s not exactly helping her case, is she? ❛ i mean, c’mon, i can’t be the only woman you ‘see’ . . . around here, . . . right? ❜ her mouth contorts so that her words exit out the side, an elongated half-humored half-grimace that encases her lips in a tongue and cheek fashion.