So one of my mother’s friend’s daughter met Misha Collins in a book store yesterday and when she showed me the picture I just kind of fell down to the ground and started crying and if that doesn’t say something about me then I don’t know what does.
bestie girl i’ve got some great news about you and misha collins
do be fair, i’m obsessed with a truly terrifying about of other things as well
those gay firefighters are making me realise what it must have been like to be a non-supernatural watcher on tumblr in 2014 like brother i don’t know which one of these men is which but for all your sakes i hope they kiss
I don’t know who the firefighters in question are but I can confirm it was like that
I read an AITA post a few weeks back about a woman who liked having snacks in the bath when she’s had a long day (a result of residual trauma iirc - the bath was her safe space). Her brand new husband of three weeks, a man twice her age who had no job, made her pay all of his bills and do all housework, and spent all day every day gaming because he wanted to make it as a Twitch streamer, had always been fine with this; but, on the day in question, had whisked her bath snacks out of her hands as she was on her way to the bathroom and tried to bin them, telling her it was time to ‘break her of that filthy habit in his home’. She told him if he ever actually paid anything towards the house she owns outright he might get a say, took her snacks back, and had her lovely bath. He was since giving her the silent treatment.
(Obviously the judgement was an avalanche of 'NTA and also he’s abusing you’, which she agreed with, and decided to kick him out, so happy ending.)
Anyway I told my husband about this and he was outraged. “I would never do that!” he told me, furious. “I would find it adorable if you had bath snacks!”
Since then, every time I try to have a bath (which I only do as a rare treat) after about ten minutes there has been an anxious scrabbling at the bathroom door.
“Elanor!” he says. “Do you have bath snacks? Do you need anything?”
My answer is irrelevant. He brings me wine and poptarts. Now I have bath snacks. I’m a bath snacks person. Last time he was literally sleeping on the sofa when I went for the bath. Somehow this still happened. I now have an eager bathroom butler. How did this happen. I have never been so decadent yet bewildered.
some asshole: tries to control his wife by withholding bath snacks
op’s husband:
Having a chance at bagging a man like OP’s hustband is best argument for being straight I’ve ever heard tbh. Not a good argument, but first one I’ve heard that doesn’t make me want to throw someone out a window.
