Speaking of misconceptions about Dean (specifically about him being some kind of lothario), have you ever noticed how very not smooth Dean is when a woman propositions him? How surprised and flustered he gets? After Ellie asks him if he wants to go back to her room and have sex, this inarticulate babe comes out:
Or this woman who has this in reply to Dean telling her (as FBI and not meant as innuendo) he has ways to compel her to talk:
Or Suzy, he was not expecting that:
He can’t even remember he’s supposed to be kissing Anna back he’s so confused:
Or when Pamela said it might be his lucky day, just look at the wonder on this man’s face:
He had to give himself a freaking sex pep talk after it had been awhile (since Lisa, presumably, and wow that was a like a year):
I mean, in the second episode, he can’t even believe he’s getting a kiss on the cheek from a woman:
Flustered and frequently confused by a woman’s interest in him? Yes. Guy who takes advantage of women and does anything to get them into bed? No.
This. All of this!! ❤️
Dean is one of the sweetest guys out there 😍
This is back on my dash, so I have to reblog it, because - all the yes! He’s the sweetest. ❤️
I would literally let the man do whatever he wanted with me because I have absolute faith that it would be immensely pleasurable for both of us. He approaches sex with such joy and adoration, how could it not be
@jinkieswouldyoulookatthis Yes!! Exactly! He cares so much about people, and always wants to take care of them. I have no trouble believing that would transfer over to the women he sleeps with. He’s sexy af, and so much sweeter than his life should have led him to be. So, yeah, sign me up for whatever he’s got in mind!!
This is just about the only place that I can post just to vent without anyone knowing who I am. So here goes.
Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts, depression.
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I wish I was dead, no I don’t want to kill myself, but I do wish I never existed.
I go through the motions day in and day out. I wake up, give my kiddo some lovins, make her breakfast, clean her up, then turn on some cartoons.
I deal with temper tantrums day in and day out, no matter what approach I take, nothing helps.
It’s been 6 months since her “father” has even bothered to show up or even ask about her.
I had to have my entire left ovary removed due to a mass that had bones in it on the 17th of December, since then I have not been able to find my ID or my insurance card. I have looked into getting therapy and start back on meds but I can’t do so without my Id and insurance card. I cant afford to replace my ID and dont even know where to start on the insurance card. My anxiety has been so bad here lately and it almost ALWAYS manifests in anger, aggravation, or irritably. My daughter and I are currently living with my parents and as much as I love them, they don’t help with very much outside of unsolicited advice. I am very grateful for them allowing us to live with them but the amount of manipulation that comes from them is unbelievable. I don’t even know what to think anymore. I can’t bring up how I’m feeling or how badly I hurt due to my arthritis in literally every joint of my body without them turning it around to be about themselves. There is no sence of individuality here.
I love my daughter so very much and she’s the reason that I’m still here, but, Momma is tired….so very tired.
I will continue to push forward and keep pushing through life but sometimes it just gets to be way too much at once. I have come a very long way from the person that I used to be, but I still have a long way to be the person I WANT to be.
I don’t know what the point to this was, I guess to just get it off my chest. I hope it works.
When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).
I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.
Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.
Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.
DO NOT SCROLL PAST THAT.
Off topic, but very important! I was taught to yell “this is not my mom/dad.” A young kid freaking out in public is likely to be ignored out of embarrassment, but a kid telling you right out that they don’t know who is messing with them? That will turn heads.
