I actually do think we should discourage women from becoming housewives. Do not become financially dependent on a man. That's how a lot of women ended up dead over the years. A man gets violent suddenly and you have to choose between homelessness or potentially dying at his hand because you have an enormous gap in your resume and no degrees or certifications or anything that will help you pursue a career that will allow you to be financially independent. He owns your bank account. His name is probably the one on the car. Try and leave and he can report it stolen. Where will you go then?
And if you do become a housewife, take steps to protect yourself. Make sure you’re legally married, for starters; stay-at-home girlfriends have very little legal recourse to claim their partner’s assets in a breakup. Make sure your name is on the house deed/rental agreement, and have your car in your name, even if your spouse is paying for it. Have your spouse transfer money every month into an account solely in your name, so you can buy yourself things without needing permission, but also so you can save up to leave if needed.
If your spouse fights you on any of this, then don’t quit your job. The tradwife to poverty pipeline is real, and so is financial abuse.
also, many women/people experience controlling behaviour and domestic violence from their partner for the first time during pregnancy. don’t risk thinking “he’s just stressed, it’ll get better when the baby comes” because it won’t. neither you and your child will ever be safe with that man. get out as early and safely as you can
anorexia as class signaling in the US needs a dissertation atp because that's genuinely why celebrities are like that. it's not just being thin but underweight to the point where if you didn't have proper resources, you would be unable to function in daily life. that's where class comes into play. it's a way of saying you can afford to live on the edge. I fully believe this
I think a pet deposit is stupid but at least its a stupid I can understand you know. like sure a pet could cause more damage so extra "in case of damage" money is owed. whatever. at least I have a chance of getting it back. but pet rent is bonkers crazy. like no the amount of rent thats due is what the rent is. my cat isn't like raising property tax. normal rent isn't even calculated by number of people living in the house. you can't raise the rent when an extra person moves in. what. "pet rent". what the hell are you talking about. you sound insane. its a bunny rabbit
Look, I get that print media is dead and local newspapers have to make a living but if I am trying to read THE ONLY article about a obscure event in a small-ish town and the newspaper website puts it behind a paywall, I’m praying all the journalists that work for you release your home address.
How the fuck are we going to combat misinformation and gossip in a small town if the only place you can receive news for free is the town Facebook group?
i think a lot of people internalized the misogynistic idea that “men are rational and women are emotional” and just went “that’s true… but it’s a good thing!” instead of saying “that’s obviously bullshit and we shouldn’t perpetuate this belief in any form”
Ilya gets over his nicotine addiction no problem, but what he really can’t let go of is his addiction to cigarettes making him look cool as hell, and like five years into their marriage Shane finds Ilya “chain smoking” candy cigarettes in their backyard at 3am like a fucking animal and Shane just goes “…I feel like this is actually worse somehow.”
@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx asked for Steve and Eddie hugging from behind, and an anon asked for kissing. So much like the 80′s I mixx-taped them both together for a cute kiss from behind ;P
having vague angsty thoughts about touch starved bob during fwb era hugging his pillow when he sleeps and being very embarassed by it and john on the other side doesn't know what to do bc he would like to be the one bob's hugging while sleeping but he's still in denial of his feelings..
i looooove this idea so much 💖 it made me think about them strictly sticking to sex and never staying afterward but then one night bob falls asleep by accident and john kind of loses it. so here's them after bob (in the middle of a manic episode) tried to use sex as a way to tire himself out but it was too effective and he ended up falling asleep right there in john's bed instead of when he got back to his own room. cue panicking! also for those who care bob is naked bcs he fell asleep right after sex lol but this fic is not explicit :)
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He wants to hold Bob.
It’s the only thing he can think about. Bob is fast asleep to John’s left, messy curls falling into his eyes. His arms are wrapped tight around one of John’s pillows, his cheek resting on the top of it.
They’ve been having sex for several weeks. Two, maybe three months, even. Whenever they fuck in Bob’s room, John leaves immediately after they finish. Bob has always lingered a little longer, taking ten or fifteen minutes to remember how to walk before he leaves John’s bed for his own.
This night was different.
Bob wasn’t having a good day. He wouldn’t tell John about it, but John knew from the way he kept twitching and fidgeting and mumbling to himself from dawn to dusk. Combined with his heightened paranoia and intense insomnia, it was clear he was in a manic episode.
Because of that, John actually almost rejected Bob when he asked for sex two hours earlier. But when he tried to make an excuse to send Bob away, Bob literally got on his knees and his breath started shaking like he was going to fucking cry.
It didn’t make sense until afterward. John wasn’t completely sure, but his best theory was that Bob was desperate for sex because somehow, for whatever reason, he knew it would help him sleep. Because the sex wasn’t even particularly intense. Bob didn’t engage all that much, mostly just mumbling for John to fuck him deeper or flip him over. But not ten full minutes after it was over, Bob fell asleep. Right there in John’s bed. Still sweaty and naked and goddamn beautiful.
John should go to sleep too but he doesn’t know how. Waking Bob up feels wrong given how exhausted he must be from not sleeping. Should he take a pillow and blanket and move to the floor for the night? Or move some pillows in between them? No, that seems stupid given he’d literally been inside Bob less than an hour earlier.
What kills him is that he can’t stop staring at the pillow Bob is hugging. He can’t stop thinking about how badly he wishes he could take its place. He wants Bob to hug him while he sleeps. He wants Bob’s head on his chest even though he’s drooling a little and it’s getting the pillowcase wet.
Something comes over John and he reaches out, his fingertips trailing along Bob’s bare spine. Bob is normally an unbelievably light sleeper, but he doesn’t even stir. John’s fingers explore Bob’s shoulder blades, a little freckle by his ribs, a line of faded, raised white lines that could be from either an innocuous fall or his father striking him with a belt. There’s even a tattoo right above his tailbone that John has never noticed before; a clover with three leaves but space for four, so faded and crude that it must’ve been an impulsive stick and poke from years before.
Though he can’t explain how, having Bob asleep in his bed is more intimate than any sex they’ve ever had. They’re not in a relationship, aren’t anything more than friends with benefits, but Bob is so cozy that it feels like they are. Not that he wants that. John doesn’t want to be with a man. He doesn’t even know why he likes having sex with Bob as much as he does and he fucking hates himself for it.
And yet he would give anything to trade places with that pillow.
The only thing John wants is to be the one that Bob is hugging. He wants Bob cuddled up at his side, wants to be wrapped up tight in Bob’s arms. He wants to rest his arm around Bob’s shoulders and kiss his forehead and never let go. Instead, he just soaks in the moment. He watches the way Bob’s fingertips squeeze the pillow, listens to his tiny snores as he breathes. He lets himself keep running his fingers up and down Bob’s spine, feeling him, admiring him, until suddenly, Bob twitches.
John pulls back fast, creating distance like he wasn’t even there. He hopes that Bob won’t wake up but unfortunately, he does. Bob whines a little when he wakes, like he’s equally upset that he’s only slept for an hour. He turns his face into the pillow only to pull back as he seemingly realizes he’s not in his own bed. John expects him to stand up but instead, he just flips the pillow horizontal and pushes it back up under his head.
“You can hold it if you want to,” John whispers without thinking, because he can see the little flush of embarrassment on Bob’s face.
Bob barely glances over his shoulder before he yawns and shoves his hands over his eyes. “Sorry. I’ll get up.”
“No, you’re all right. You can stay.”
For a second, it seems like he’s going to refuse. Then he nods and nuzzles down into the pillow, apparently tired enough to accept where they’re at. Bob’s hands float awkwardly, twitching and fidgeting as his eyes blink open and shut. When he falls back asleep, he pulls the pillow back down and wraps his arms around it like he’d never let go to begin with.
Ironically, John gets no sleep that night, too busy hating himself for wondering what it might be like if they were something more.
