When You Get A New Character Fixation But Find Out That There's A Lot Less Fics Of Them Then You Were

when you get a new character fixation but find out that there's a lot less fics of them then you were hoping for

“girls support girls” no. girls protect girls. I could hate a girl to death and I still wouldn’t take my eyes off her drink at a party, I could hate her like she was the devil but still I wouldn’t make her go back to a man that was beating her.

You'll get the hang of it eventually!!

i don’t know how tumblr works but you all will worship me likr a god eventually

@picklelyric

Being Married To Frank (Abigail) Headcanons

Congratulations, you've fallen for clickbait that's not clickbait. You will have HCs, just not the good ones! (For human Frank of course)

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Frank is fashionably late to his own wedding. Not that he cares, he runs on Frank Standard Time. Criminal buddies are present, you have no idea who any of them are.

He doesn't actually care much for his vows, bro actually cheated a day after the wedding but never told you.

He's always home super late and still expects dinner to be made. If not he complains about doing everything to support you, yet you can't make sure a hot meal is there when he gets home.

The type to ask you to drop anything you're doing at any given moment to make him a sandwich.

Forgets the anniversary date of your wedding. Don't even ask him about vow renewals, he thinks they're overrated.

In the event the two of you procreate, he's going to complain about having another mouth to feed on top of providing for yourself.

He misses his own child's birth, going on a job with his criminal buddies during the entire thing. Frank shows up around the hour before you and the child are discharged from the hospital. He doesn't even ask how you're doing.

Frank is keeping his distance away from the small child, "politely" refusing to hold them when you ask if he wants to. He wants to say it's "the woman's job" to take care of kids, he just works to provide the means to do so.

Gone again for "work", leaving you home alone with a baby and chores to do.

If the child wakes up in the middle of the night Frank's tapping on your shoulder to wake you up to deal with it because he can't be bothered.

Unsurprisingly, he misses his kid's first birthday. And that's not the last time. Maybe he makes it to one but you noticed a woman keeping her distance from the party. She's blonde with blue eyes and so very pretty. Frank insists she's just a friend.

You don't see her again for weeks. However he's talking to someone over the phone before entering the house one afternoon. Won't give her a name but she shows up to one cookout he hosts.

A new girl; brunette, fairly tall with heels. Frank's bad at hiding it but he's pretty much all over her. You just have to grin and bear it.

For some reason you don't see her again after some weeks. Frank is still distant as if he's hiding something. However the money is still flowing and he's his usual self still, asking for sandwiches and dinner.

Divorce floats around in your head, but you can't do it. Part of you still loves him. Although there's barely any intimacy with him anymore. If there is, he usually goes to sleep right after.

However one day you're out shopping and arrive home with your child. The house feels... different, more empty than usual. Frank's not there--as if that ever bothered you. But there's an envelope on the table with your name on it.

It's money, a good amount to keep you set for one month longer. Frank had moved all his stuff out. The bastard.

Looks like you were moving back in with your parents.

Calling his number only leads to "the person you are trying to reach no longer exists" (he's got a new phone already).

No point in keeping the ring (he's already pawned his ring for money -- and you should too).

He doesn't do child support either. Tough luck.

Maybe your friends were right about him. Too late now. :^)

“Surge in antisemitism”

I have worn my magen david and not had a single comment, from anyone— not Muslims, Christians, people wearing kufiyahs. I’ve been to protests and demonstrations, and never been more welcomed or felt so safe. Palestinians have hugged me, have shared food with me. Leftists have constantly held space to listen and to learn, to make room for changes and growth.

But you know what I have experienced? Jewish Zionists screaming at me, calling me shameful, Jewish Zionists on the internet debating the legitimacy of my Jewishness. I’ve been called kapo, k*ke and told I’d be r*ped by Hamas. I’ve had the most vitriol from ZIONISTS. I’ve faced the most antisemitism from Zionist Jews, and that makes me so inconceivably sad. I’ve been looked down upon and cursed at.

Zionism is not Judaism. Never will be.