#26 and ready to go to bed at 10pm

[colormints-art]

it is my birthday today 🥳

i was never before this tired on my birthday kekw

[lavenderahs]

hi!!! can u please do 17, 22 and 26 with either cody fern or xavier plympyon?? i’m new to the cody fern fandom and am seriously craving some fluffy content. i’d appreciate it <333

ofc! ill do cody :)

prompts here!

a/n: this isnt the best, not rlly doing good mentally rn lol. trying to get back on my a-game

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cody

17 shower. dinner. bed. -

cody & i spend most of our days working. since cody is currently on set for season 10 of ahs. [a/n: i wish !!] his nights get longer and longer. having home cooked meals together is a priority for eachother, just something we enjoy. not eating our meals till 9 or 10pm takes a toll on me, but i wouldnt trade the hour or 2 of sleep i loose, just to see codys face light up after a long day on set. "darling im home!" cody says in a singy-song voice as he slips in the door. i run up to him, greeting him with a warm hug. "ive missed you" his arms connect to mind as he slips them around my waist. "ive missed you too" he smiles. i look up into his warm blue eyes "ive got ravioli waiting for you" i slip out of his arms, trying to sway him to the kitchen. pulling back "no my love not yet" i groan as he drags me into our bedroom. "c'mon, lets both just knock out a shower real quick" he grabs us towels from the dresser. showering with cody is definitely a heart warming feeling, just the warmth and love in our veins. cody motions for me to get in; i gently step into the shower, warmth trickling down my spine. cody hands me my bottle of shampoo, other hand holding his. we stand face to face; washing our hair, giggling as we flick the suds at eachother. we share gentle kisses as we bathe. i squeeze out face wash into our hands "here wash my face and ill wash yours" he laughs as he cups my face and gently cleanses my face. i reach up to his and pinch his cheeks, causing us to giggle.

after drying off, and putting clean clothes on; we headed back to the kitchen. our ravioli still warm, cody decided to pour us some champange. slipping the glass into my hands, bringing us to a toast; "heres to us, 2 beautiful connected souls" he shines a charming rin as the glasses clink. throughout our meal, i always notice the small things; how his eyes never leave mine, how hes so invested into what im saying, in conclusion he just truly cares. most men are pure shit; but cody, hes different. after our last few bites, codys hands linger to the dirty plates "i got dishes hun, go finished getting ready for bed, ill be there in a sec" knowing how stubborn he is, you don't bother arguing.

the lamps in your bed room are dimmed, the only light being the television. laying with half open eyes, i wait on cody to come to bed. as i almost drift off, i hear his soft foot steps slip inside our room. he chuckles lightly "hey sleepyhead" he slides in beside me, wrapping his arm around me, bringing me to his chest. his calm heart beat hums in my ears. i take a few deep breaths "i love you so much cody" i whisper. i hear the smile in his voice "i love you too darling" his hands caresss my hair as i slowly drift off. "sleep well my love"

22 youre cute when youre mad

"i dont understand y/n! why can't you just pick something" his face hot from frustration. giggling, I say "babe I just don't know what to eat, theres so many choices" i trail off as i twirl my hair. out of the corner of my eye i see him roll his eyes. "i mean.. theres the deli on 4th street, the hotdog stand, oooh maybe waffle house" i do my best to irritate him. he looks over at me "so hot headed" i chuckle. "y/n, i swear, i dont under-" i cut him off "cody its because youre cute when youre mad" i say sarcastically even though it's true. he exhales "so im cute now" eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed he spits. "yessum you are, my cute lil hot head" i tap his nose. his mood lightens at my silly acts. "ugh i love you" he smiles as he leans in for a kiss. i return the kiss, slow yet with a smile. knowing that hes gonna have to deal with me for the rest of his life.

26 youre such a blanket hog -

"cody give it!!!" i whine as i pull our bed comforter back onto me "cody! we have a queen size bed! you dont need all of it!" he gives no response to the complains; just simply watching the movie. irritated, i hop up and find the closest throw blanket in our room. "look! i got my own now" hes trying so hard not to crack a smile. i hop on to the bed, wrapping it tightly around me. "youre such a blanket hog!" i say with a pout. his only response being "i know silly, gotta deal with it"

[smol-and-grumpy]

EUPHORIA - Chapter 26

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

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Dean left her all flustered and oh god, he accepted and didn't object when she introduced him as her boyfriend. 

Her fucking boyfriend! 

Her friend, who is a boy and who she’s fucking!

The first one after Cole. The second one ever.

Charlie winked when she walked into the room light headed and Y/N could not hide her stupid grin even if she would have tried.

Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes at her friend before she makes her way over to her. 

Charlie’s actually a very good friend, if not one of her best friends. They met in college where they both pursued the same dream. Charlie moved away though, leaving her alone in the city and just yesterday morning  she got a text from Charlie while she was on the train saying that Charlie was attending the workshop too. 

Immediately, Charlie is all over her when Y/N sits down but at least Charlie was considerate enough and went to grab coffee for the both of them from the back of the room, where the organizers have a little breakfast table set up. 

“So,” Charlie’s still grinning stupidly, “Your boyfriend, huh?”

“God, can we not talk about that, Charlie?” 

“What do you mean?” The woman sounds offended, “When do you wanna talk about it? When we’re on the fucking phone?”

Well, Charlie’s not wrong. They rarely see each other anymore apart from from the weekly phone calls and she hasn’t had the time nor the feeling that she should update Charlie about her relationship status yet. Dean was kind of a secret because she’s not sure where what ever they have would lead to and she’s not the one who jumps the gun.

Y/N takes a look around them. People are still mingling together and the host hasn’t started with the morning briefing of the workshop yet. In fact, the desk in the front isn’t set up at all. 

Turning back to Charlie, she’s met by the woman’s pout. She groans and sighs, “Well, he’s Dean.”

“Duh,”

“Winchester.” She adds.

Charlie’s eyes widen, “The same Dean Winchester you went to high school with?”

“Ya!” 

“What are the fucking chances?” Charlie laughs.

“I know!” She couldn’t help but laugh with her friend.

“The Winchester boy who I caught you during lecture writing a story about?” Charlie squints her eyes, but the smile’s still there. 

She cringes at the memory, because she doesn't like to think back to college. It brings back memories of Cole and she doesn’t like that thought, at all. And oh god, she was daydreaming a lot during their lectures, and yeah, Charlie’s not wrong. She once started to write a short story about a boy who was too cocky for his own good . She even gave the story that title, if she remembers rightly.

Y/N nods her head. There’s not a chance she can hide the flush of her face from Charlie. The woman always knows it. 

Charlie lets out a squeal and wraps her arms around Y/N, nearly sending her coffee spilling onto both of them. When Charlie parts, she looks at Y/N, and she can detect a hint of concern on her friend’s face, “Does he treat you right? Please tell me he does.”

“Don’t worry Charlie, I’m not rushing into anything, I’ve learned my lessons.” 

They both know what she’s talking about. Charlie was right the fuck there when it started with Cole. It was in their last year of college. Cole was working at the bar  they frequented and she really didn’t know what he saw in her, but she was so head over heels in whatever the feeling was , because it sure as hell wasn’t love. It was kind of a new feeling to be wanted by someone, so new that she ignored all the fucking red flags Cole waved in front of her. It was a whirlwind romance. She moved in with him as soon as she finished college and Cole had her cut all ties to Charlie. Behind his back, she managed to keep her contact with Charlie though. Charlie was so mad at her, but still she remained in her life because Charlie knew that without her, Y/N would have nobody. 

After Charlie spent years persuading her that Cole wasn’t good for her, she finally caved. It was a long process of understanding that what she had was not healthy. That the one person she trusted the most was misusing her trust. It was a long way to realize Cole’s toxic behaviour, but she was glad that she finally got it in her head. 

The last straw was actually, when Cole promised her to finally find a decent job but instead of going out and doing some job hunting, she found him in their fucking bed with another woman. Apparently it wasn’t the first either. She felt so fucking dirty afterwards and ran to Charlie. Her friend helped her leave him for good, but Cole began to hunt her down and pretended that he wanted her back, stalking her wherever she went. It was again Charlie who went to the police with her to file a restraining order. 

So, yeah, Y/N gets that Charlie is overprotective when it comes to her, and her friend is just afraid that Y/N will make the same mistake again.

“You deserve a good guy, you know?” Charlie says and it’s sincere. 

“I know. I think Dean’s alright in that department.” She grins when she thinks of him, how can she not, “He had a crush on me in high school.”

“He did not.”

“Did, too!”

“You had one on him, too, didn’t you?” Charlie asks.

“I mean, who didn’t? He was Dean Winchester. The bad boy everyone was gushing over.”

*

Her and Charlie continued to talk until the workshop started. They talked again at lunch. She told her friend everything. How Dean earns his money, how he took care of her when she was sick, how she’s so insecure that she gets jealous of other women and thinks that Dean only plays with her feelings. That is apparently normal, Charlie said, and she begged for Y/N to let her come see the club and she promised to ask Dean about it.

They went to dinner together in the evening and Charlie made the drive home because she had work the next morning and Charlie doesn’t live too far away from here, unlike her. She has to stay another night and take the train home in the morning. 

Y/N keys in her card, debates on taking the DO NOT DISTURB sign back in but decides to leave it on the door. Once inside she can still smell Dean’s cologne. She walks to the unmade bed and dives face first into it and buries her face into the covers and pillow where he was sleeping last night. The smell of his skin still lingers in the sheets and she breathes it in.

They texted today while she had lunch and some more during dinner, but that’s about it. It’s almost 10pm. Dean’s working right now, and even though she would love to hear his voice, she decides not to call. She’ll see him tomorrow. It’s not that far away when she thinks about it. Still… it’s so close, yet so far. 

She closes her eyes, breathing in his scent some more even though she knows that she should pack her things to be ready to leave before 6am but dragging herself away just seems impossible right now. She also knows that if she’d hurry, she can be back in bed sooner and buries her face back in here, but still, she’s just too fucking weak right now. 

There’s a vibration at the end of the bed, where she left her purse. Yanking her eyes open, she heaves herself up and crawls towards the source. She takes it out and scans the caller ID, smiling as she goes. 

Quickly, she swipes her thumb over the button, “Hey,” Her heart flutters.

“Hey,” Dean replies with a chuckle.

The background sound is muffled. She takes it he’s in his office. 

“How are you?” Dean asks, and Y/N hears the sound of him reclining into his chair, hears the creaking of the leather. 

“Good,” She answers, “‘M so tired.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it out tonight.”

Yeah, he’s told her that already and she was okay with it. It would have been exhausting for him to drive here two nights in a row and she gets it, there’s really nothing that he has to be sorry for.

“Don’t be, that’s okay. I wasn’t expecting you to. And I didn’t even expect you to come here the first night either.”

“I would have,”

“I know.”

“So,” He chuckles, tries to lighten up the mood, “What are you wearing?”

It works, because Y/N’s smiling. She scrambles off the bed, and jams the phone between her cheek and shoulder to pull the zipper down at the back of her skirt, “I’m just getting out of my clothes now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” She tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth, as she lets the skirt slide down her thighs before her hands work on her shirt, “I’m in my underwear.”

“Take it off,” Dean mumbles.

She has to grin at that, “Why?”

“It’s just,” He starts and pauses to think before he adds, “I love it when you wear nothing but a smile on your face.”

“You do?” 

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong. I love it when you wear clothes, especially when you’re wearing my shirts, but I love it when you’re naked, too.” Dean breathes out, “Jesus, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

She chuckles.

Just when she’s about to say more, she hears an opening of a door, hears music spilling in and then Dean takes the phone away from his face, hears a muffled ‘ Yeah, I’ll be right down ’.

“Yeah, uh,” He starts, when he’s back on the phone with her, “I’m needed down stairs and now I have a boner. Great. Well, I just wanted to call to say good night. I was hoping to catch you before you went to sleep and now I got more than I bargained for.”

She smiles, “No worries, Dean. I should probably go to sleep soon if I wanna catch the train on time.”

Dean sighs, “I miss you.”

Y/N smiles as she feels her heart clenching. She chuckles, “I miss you too.”

“Text me what time you arrive, okay? I’ll pick you up.”

She grins, “You know that you don’t have to, right?”

“I know, but I want to.”

“‘K,” She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, tries not to squeal because she’s happy.

“Good night, baby.” Dean says and she can hear him smile. 

“Night, Dean.”

*

The train ride was uneventful and as soon as the train arrived at the platform, her heart started to race. Y/N wonders if Dean’s going to be here like he promised. He’d texted her before he left and honestly, she actually felt bad because he’s probably so tired from working and it’s still too early in the morning for him. She wonders if he had slept at all and she doesn’t really want to be the cause if he hadn’t.

Even before the train comes to a halt, Y/N grabs her bag and walks past the other passengers, in order to be the first one to get out. 

She looks around before she descends the steps but there’s no Dean in sight. She continues to walk towards the exit and there’s someone she recognizes but it’s not Dean. 

Cas’ waves at her and walks towards her, but his face is blank. He looks concerned and already her heart starts to thumb faster.

“Hi Y/N,” Cas greets her with a shy hug and takes the bag from her hand. 

“Hi,” She replies, and she really wants to ask him where Dean is, but thinks it would be rude for it to be the first question, wouldn’t it? Fuck it, she decides, she needs to know, “Where’s Dean?”

“Yeah, about that,” Cas starts and starts to walk ahead, leaving her to catch up on him, he places a hand around her shoulder to keep her walking, “I’ll tell you in the car.”

“Cas,” She breathes out and tries to keep up with him without him having to drag her along too much. God, why do they all have to have such fucking long legs! “What’s wrong?”

Cas doesn’t say anything though, he just keeps walking until they arrive at his car and only after he stows away her bag and gets her inside he looks over to her, “Dean’s been in an accident.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, just moments ago. He wanted to pick you up and as soon as he drove into the intersection around the club, a car t-boned his Impala.” Cas tries to explain.

Her hands start to tremble, and she feels nauseous, “I— is he okay?” 

Oh god, please let him be okay.

“Yeah,” Cas breathes out, “Yeah, he is.”

“Oh thank god,” She doesn’t know why she’s crying, but the tears are running down freely.

“The impact wasn’t strong enough. As of now, I know that he has bruised his ribcage. They are checking if anything’s broken and they wouldn’t let him leave the hospital until the cops arrive to take down his statement.”

Oh. Thank fucking god.

“And he sent you.” She says calmly as she brushes at her cheeks. 

Cas smiles weaky, “Yeah, you were his only concern, he didn’t even care about his car. He wanted to make sure that you get home okay.”

Dean didn’t care about his car? That is really new to her. He was so proud since he got it as a hand me down from his dad. She remembers him driving to school with Sam every day and she was actually surprised that he still has it when he took her on their first date with it.

“And the other driver? Are they alright?”

“That’s the thing, we don’t who did it because they fled the scene. We think it has to do with the threats. Now they’re really trying to get Dean, apparently.”

“Shit,” She mutters under her breaths.

“Exactly,” Cas nods, “Anyway, Dean called me to pick you up, said you’d be worried if he didn’t show and he’s really adamant that you’ll get home alright.”

“Can I go see him?”

“That’s my first stop with the Cas-mobile,” Cas winks before he turns on the ignition. 

*

Castiel drove her to the hospital in silence and they had to wait until Dean came back from another x-ray until they were allowed to see him. 

When it was time, Cas said that he’ll wait, and she knows it’s because he wants to give them privacy. 

Y/N walks to Dean’s room on shaky legs, and it’s mainly because she doesn’t know what to expect.

Knocking once, she turns the door knob and peeks her head through. 

Dean’s sitting on the edge of his bed and he’s in a hospital gown but he’s smiling as he greets her, “Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t mak—”

She’s on him before he could finish the sentence, kisses him hard and soft at the same time, and Dean’s hand goes around her waist, holds her steady and keeps her a safe distance away from his bruised ribs. 

“Don’t be sorry,” She whispers when she breaks the kiss to hold his head between her hands. She looks him in the eyes that are a little weary, but the crinkles are showing around them.

“Jesus, I missed you,” He whispers and pulls her in, grunting when it hurts him and she wants to pull away, wants to take a step back, but Dean wouldn’t let her. Instead he draws her closer to him, grunting and chuckling at the same time as he does. He kisses her again, all soft and tender.

“I was worried,” She says and she leaves her forehead on his. 

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Is anything broken?”

Dean shakes his head, “No, just little bruises here and there.”

“Good,” She says and she just can’t not kiss him again. 

Dean’s arms wrap tightly around her, his hands span over her back, fingers digging into her flesh. 

“I’ve got to wait for the police to arrive. Cas can drive you home and I’ll see you later.”

“No,”

“Baby, I—”

“No, I wanna wait, okay?”

“Okay,” Dean smiles, “Then you should go get something to eat with Cas? I’ll call you when I’m finished.”

She nods and leaves Dean with a bruising kiss, strokes her hand over his scruff and lets her fingertips trace along his face. Y/N hasn’t seen him for a night but it feels like it has been a lifetime and she’s so glad that nothing happened to him. How cruel would it have been, though. She’s only just met him. She doesn’t want anything to take him away from her just yet.

Chapter 27

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[jimmys-zeppelin]

ghostin'

chapter five

(table of contents)

(chapter four)

march 17, 1976

Ellie groggily rubbed at her eyes, 'still on the plane, I see', she thought to herself. She wasn't even sure how long she'd slept, but knew she should probably get back to it so as to avoid jet lag, according to Jimmy. Her throat was dry and she reached for a water bottle that was lodged in the seat-back pocket in front of her. The water bottle crackled loudly in the silence of the packed airplane.

Jimmy stirred next to her, his right hand was atop her left and he gripped onto her a bit tighter at the sudden noise. "Els?"

"Sorry, I was getting some water." she whispered, uncapping the bottle and drinking whatever was left in the quarter-full bottle. She'd have to remember to get another one in case she got thirsty.

"We're in first class, you can just ask a flight attendant for a glass." Jimmy whispered.

"I didn't want to bother anyone. Plus I had my water bottle." Ellie replied, "how much longer do you think?"

Checking his watch, Jimmy did some quick math in his head before answering, "I don't know, like five more. My watch is still on Pacific time."

"Ugh, I don't know how you can do this all the time," she said, leaning back into her chair, "This is just making me nervous, I don't know what to do. I'm so bored."

Jimmy lifted his hand from Ellie's and he took her hand off of the arm rest that separated them. Lifting the arm, he invited her to lean into his chest. "If we were on the Starship," Jimmy whispered once her head laid in the crook of his neck, "I don't think you'd be bored at all."

"Do tell, James." Ellie said suggestively, urging him to indulge on his thoughts.

"Not here, love." He answered—she could tell there was a smile plastered across his face. He patted her head, placing a light kiss on it, "go back to sleep, we'll be there in no time."

☆

Ellie spit out her toothpaste in the Gatwick Airport bathroom. Washing it down the drain, she took some water and splashed her face lightly. Waking herself up so as to adjust the best she could to the drastic time difference. Looking at her watch, it read 10PM, but in actuality it was 6AM in London. It was a new day in her new location, whereas she would just be getting ready for bed—or a party—back at home.

Drying her face with a paper towel, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a hot mess. Her hair was in need of a brush, her eyes were puffy from sleeping for most of the flight, and her favorite dress—a lime green shift dress that hit her just above the knees—was wrinkled. And her feet were freezing. And although she was wearing a thin layer of tights, they weren't enough to warm her with the penny loafers she was wearing.

Deciding she looked good enough to at least get out of the airport with Jimmy, she ran a damp hand over the flyaways on her head and straightened out her dress before making her way out. Upon exiting the bathroom she was met with a swarm of people. But they weren't surrounding her, they were surrounding Jimmy. He'd been standing outside of the bathroom and naturally people recognized him. Ellie pushed her way through the small crowd and saw Jimmy at the center, talking with other people—presumably Zeppelin fans—when he looked up and Ellie caught his eye.

"Okay, it was a pleasure to meet you all, but the lady and I have to go." Jimmy announced. A few flashes went off as the two walked away along with a couple of groans at the fact that they were leaving. Ellie was mildly stunned. She was famous, of course, but not at all on the level that Jimmy was. People didn't swarm her like they did him.

"Does this happen often?" she whispered once they were a ways away. Jimmy wheeled both of their luggages behind him and kept a quick pace as they walked through the airport.

"Unfortunately." was all he said as they walked out of the airport where a car was already waiting for them. They hopped into the vehicle and were able to take a breather.

The radio played faintly behind them as Jimmy's hand started up Ellie's thigh. She smirked up at him, "what are you doing?"

Smirking back, he answered, "nothing. I'm happy you're here."

"Cheeky thing, you." Ellie giggled, kissing him sweetly on the lips before scooting closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder yet again.

"Since when do you know British slang?" Jimmy asked with a chuckle.

"How long have we been dating?" Ellie asked back.

"Two years." he said, playing along.

"Well, then that should answer your question."

"Yeah, okay, but I don't say cheeky. Or at least not often enough."

"I guess I picked it up from my other English lover, then."

"And who might that be?"

"Not you." she said with an amused dullness to her voice. 

"Oh, now you're just taking the piss." Jimmy laughed.

"Wait, what does that mean?"

☆

After thirty-five minutes or so in the car, Ellie felt like she was going to throw up from going through so much transportation. "Jimmy, are we almost there?" Ellie asked almost as impatiently as a toddler.

He reassured her, "Yes, just wait a few more minutes, I promise you won't have to get into another car or plane for the rest of the day.

Ellie breathed out a sigh of relief, "thank you."

Jimmy showed her a few more interesting sights as the driver went through some more twists and turns. Eventually, they slowed to a stop outside of a large, estate-like house. Ellie looked around after getting out of the car and taking in the fresh air. She got used to the sensation of walking again as she took a few steps around the car while Jimmy took care of the luggages and tipping the driver. Then the man drove off, leaving the couple out on the empty driveway.

"Here we are...home sweet home." Jimmy said after their quiet walk up the drive of the gargantuan house. He unlocked the door and let Ellie inside first.

"Wow, Jimmy, this is beautiful. And I thought my house was big. How come you never showed me?"

"You know I'm not one to show off. C'mon, I'll show you around."

Ellie had lost count of the number of bedrooms Jimmy's house had. She wondered how he was ever comfortable at her house when she didn't have nearly as many rooms or couches or as nice a kitchen. Everything was bigger and better at Jimmy's house.

"Now, don't let the size intimidate you. It's very comfortable here. I want you to feel at home." he said, taking a look around for himself, seemingly admiring the home he'd created for himself.

"Y'know, Jimmy. Taken out of context, one could think you were talking about something else." Ellie joked, holding a completely serious face as she said so.

"You dirty, dirty, girl." he shook his head with a light chuckle, soon changing the topic of conversation, "Are you hungry? I made some arrangements for breakfast at a tea house a couple minutes from here."

"Do they have coffee?" Ellie asked.

"Darling, it's a tea house."

"Right. But should I ask?"

"Absolutely not."

"Got it." Ellie said, "Can I shower and then we go?"

"Of course. There's a bathroom in my room if you wanna go there."

"Okay," Ellie said, starting in the direction of Jimmy's bedroom, "I'll be back in a jiff." she smiled, kissing him on the cheek before heading further into the house.

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4-26-21

[what-is-your-plan-today]

A WEEK IN BRITAIN...

1. Boris Johnson announced a new 3 Tier lockdown system, with the lowest Tier being “medium”, like at McDonalds

2. As part of the announcement, the Chief Medical Officer reassuringly said the plan wouldn’t work

3. The govt said “in all cases, we are following the science”

4. It was revealed the SAGE science committee told the govt to lockdown weeks ago, but that bit of science wasn’t followed very far

5. SAGE went on to say the govt’s “world-beating” £12bn Test and Trace system was having only “a marginal impact on transmission rates”

6. Dido Harding, head of Seemingly Everything, said Test and Trace would be “local by default” and be “highly efficient”

7. She then handed £12bn to Serco, which is highly efficiently charging us £7360 per day for consultants. To trace Covid infections. Which they aren’t doing

8. Serco’s CEO is the brother of an ex-Tory MP. His partner is a Tory donor. Serco’s ex-head of PR is now a Tory Health Minister

9. If you feel all this is a bit corrupt, you can complain to the govt’s Anti-Corruption Champion, John Penrose, who is married to Dido Harding

10. Meanwhile an investigation by the Good Law Project found PPE suppliers owned by Tory donors or associates were paid 30% more per item than similar businesses globally. I'm talling you: John Penrose. He’s your fella. He’ll get to the bottom of it, fo shizzle

11. And only 34 days since the announcement of Boris Johnson’s "brainchild", the £100bn Operation Moonshot, it was quietly scrapped, along with (apparently) Boris Johnson’s brain and around 28% of his children

12. A Tory MP said Boris Johnson’s “personal skillset this doesn't play to this. He's not a details, manager type. He's a picture painter”. On the side of wine-boxes, mostly.

13. Another said “I think it's obvious this is a government happier picking fights than governing”

14. Another said Boris Johnson “prefers to get on with dog-walking” and “let’s Dominic do the work”

15. Chastened by reports local authorities were given only 5 minutes notice of previous lockdowns, this time the govt gave them ... 7 minutes notice of the meeting to discuss it

16. Except some MPs didn't even get that, and were only invited after the meeting had started

17. And the govt invited the MP for Sunderland, who had to inform them she was only of 3 Sunderland MPs. The govt was “surprised to be informed” of this

18. The dep Chief Medical Officer said the infection rate in the north “never dropped” meaning the relaxation of lockdown was at the expense of lives oop north

19. Then the govt said they would “devolve more decision-making” and “give more financial aid to local authorities”

20. But the aid is conditional on the "devolved" local authority doing what the govt wants, which is quite a novel a definition of "devolved"

21. So, following criticism, the govt briefed the press that it was going to consult more with regional govts

22. Literally 2 hours later, the govt briefed the press that Manchester was moving into Tier 3 restrictions. The Mayor of Manchester was not consulted (or even informed) about a decision he must implement, and which affects the largest city-region outside London.

23. A Tory MP, anxious about the lockdown affecting businesses over the party season, asked the PM “what can you tell us about Christmas”. Boris Johnson replied, “it’s a religious festival that’s been celebrated 2020 years”, which I’m sure helps us all

24. Matt Hancock insisted we all follow the science and adhere to the 10pm pub curfew that scientists say makes absolutely no improvement on infection rates

25. Then Matt Hancock broke that curfew, in a House of Commons bar

26. And then Matt Hancock said “The drinks are on me but Public Health England are in charge of payment methodology so I will not be paying anything”

27. In August, Public Health England was scrapped by [checks notes ] Matt Hancock

28. But prior to that, Tories imposed budget cuts of 5% to 10% on Public Health England for each of the previous 7 years

29. Unsurprisingly, it was reported that hospitals in the north of England would run out of beds within 7 days

30. The govt said "Hospital Trusts should consider cancelling all non-urgent treatments"

31. The govt then refused to drop fines it imposes on Hospital Trusts which cancel non-urgent treatments

32. So Matt Hancock announced the reopening of Nightingale Hospitals, which were closed last time because nobody could send patients to them, due to them not being staffed

33. They still aren’t staffed: Matt Hancock's' "urgent boost to nursing training" doesn’t start until 2021

34. Fortunately, the govt began a campaign to get ballerinas to retrain, and then scrapped the campaign 24 hours later

35. In June, Boris Johnson announced an "urgent" £1.57bn Arts Rescue Plan

36. A mere 127 days later, it "urgently" got around to paying out some of that money

37. And then Lord West reassuringly said, “we need to deal with migrants in a concentrated place, a camp or whatever”. He didn’t mention whether Arbeit Macht Frei, but it’s still only Thursday, and who can tell what the remainder of the week will bring?

38. Speaking of dates: 15th Oct, the absolute, immoveable deadline for trade talks that mighty, fearsome  Boris Johnson laid down to the cowed and quivering EU

39. Talks continue tomorrow. Because obviously, duuur

40. The Road Haulage Assoc pointed out we have only 1,668 of the 33,000 EU Haulage Permits we need on 1 Jan

41. Software to control our borders won’t be ready until 4 months after 1 Jan

42. And the govt is “still in the planning stage” of the “Kent Passports” we need on 1 Jan

43. And construction of Kent's “world’s largest lorry park” is behind schedule, so probably not ready on 1 Jan

44. Fortunately the govt is well-prepared, and plans to install 1000s of Portaloos in Kent, the garden of England, to be used by lorry drivers trapped in 2-day queues

45. And our food standards will still be fine, as Tory MP Nadhim Zahawi tweeted “Our manifesto was clear. We will not compromise our animal welfare and food standards”

46. He then voted to compromise our animal welfare and food standards, as did the rest of the Tory Party

47. And then govt used an obscure rule to deny MPs a vote on whether to allow chlorinated chicken

48. Meanwhile, 20 years after North Sea Cod became so overfished the WWF declared it “economically extinct”, Tory MPs voted to reduce protections designed to let fish stocks recover

49. So, after Brexit, our current plan is to accept tariffs that will destroy our manufacturing sector, and border delays that will destroy farming exports and imperil food supplies, and destroy the farming sector ... all so we can go and catch a fish that doesn’t exist

50. But at least we’ve now "got back control", and therefore we can level up the playing field by implementing the govt's landmark “digital tax” policy on giants such as Amazon

51. This week it was announced Amazon will be exempt from the digital tax

52. Speaking of tax exemptions, it was revealed Dominic Cummings has had a £30,000 council tax bill “written off” because he built the house illegally, so it doesn’t count as a real house, or summat. Sorry, my hurricane-force sarcasm briefly turned me more northern.

53. And on the subject of extreme dodgy dealing, let me direct your attention to Robert Jenrick, who set up the £3.6bn “Towns Fund” for the 101 most deprived town, and then gave the maximum grant of £25m to his own constituency, which is the 270th most deprived town

54. His explanation was that he, Jenrick, did not make the decision. It was made by a colleague, Jake Berry.

55. Jake Berry also got money for his constituency. By a dazzling coincidence, that decision was made by – you guessed it – Robert Jenrick

56. Finally: at a meeting led by Liam Fox, the TaxPayers Alliance (insanity-pushers to the Tory Party) advocated cutting pensions immediately because half of old people “won't be around to vote against you in the next election”, and the other half “will have forgotten by then”

[shattered-gothic-doll]

I have yet to write about this here on my tumblr as this was the first time I had been honestly punished by @dolls-daddy-dom. I messed up... in truth I had messed up twice big time. With Daddy and I living separately I have two Big Rules I am supposed to follow. The first being that I post a minimum of once a week in my sub journal. This allows Daddy to see where my mind is, how I am feeling about us, about what's going on around me, and if I am stressed or not. I tend to avoid telling Him things subconsciously as I do not want to put more on His plate than He already has, or I tend to minimize my feelings thinking them not important, until things get so bad I fall apart. I write better than I tend to speak so a journal was a better way to let Daddy see what is going on with His Doll. The second rule is that no matter what is going on, unless it is an emergency or very important I am to make sure to talk to Him on the phone before He goes to work. This is "Our Time". Since Daddy's hours changed at work we don't get to have time to talk on the phone a lot or spend time together gaming like we used to. Our time has shortened considerably and it is just as hard on Him as it is me. It is our time to keep communication open and to enjoy that moment of connection that we otherwise would not have till we see each other again. I broke both these rules.

The journal I broke as I allowed myself to get too busy and then enjoyed time gaming instead of writing. It wasn't purposefully done, but I realized that when I got back from visiting Him that it had been two weeks since my last journal entry. I hadn't even realized it. I had been so busy getting back into my usual schedule that I hadn't even noticed until I was making a journal entry. I knew that Daddy would be calling me out on this, and I was fully prepared to accept the punishment. The only thing I didn't realize was that I was going to screw up on a bigger rule.

I missed Daddy's call...

It was partially my fault and partially my Mother's. I was just getting ready to be situated to relax and talk to Him when she decided she wanted me to go ahead and start yams for sweet potato pies and prepping the candied yams. I also ended up starting the collard greens. Throughout all this cooking what I failed to realize is I left my phone in the bedroom. By the time I figured it out, it was already 12, Daddy was already in work, and He had called twice and text me several times. I immediately text Him apologizing for me, and my Mom who is fully aware of my lifestyle, but I knew I would not be getting out of punishment. I kept texting most of the night going from feeling horrible to outright panic. He was not texting me back. All I could do to keep from falling apart was remind myself that He was busy at work. I finally got a text from Him at almost 3am. He had been busy at work. He wasn't upset... it was worse... He was "Disappointed, but I understand because you were helping your Mom." So, no date set for a spanking, but He was disappointed which is way way worse than any spanking I could get.

My punishment was delivered at 8:20 in the morning after He was home and had showered for bed, which means He used that time to think about how to handle this. I was sleep, but woke soon as the text came across, and my heart dropped. "I made it home safely Doll... As for your punishment... you and I will not talk, text, or communicate for 24hrs (unless you have an emergency or something very important to discuss)... you can respond to this message to let me know you received it, but we will not have any form of communication after that until 0820 hours on Thursday November 26... Hopefully this will let you know the importance of me talking to you before work... love you Doll." I immediately had tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat, and heartache of not being able to talk to Him, to check on Him at work or anything, but still I accepted my fate.

After responding I passed out again after crying myself to sleep, then got up and had to stop myself from texting Him. Throughout the day I had this same problem as I cooked for Thanksgiving. My mood was so down, and my Mom tried to help and it did a little, but I spent the entire day being reminded of Him even in movies we watched. I kept wanting to text Him my cooking accomplishments, kept wanting to share things with Him, etc. When 9pm came around I immediately thought that He was getting ready for work, 10pm He was leaving the house. I kept looking for a text, mentally begging for some kind of message that He was at work safely, that He missed me, something... I got nothing. I was so upset and frustrated then I realized this is how Daddy felt. This is why talking is so important so we don't feel this way. I poured everything I was feeling in the journal since I couldn't talk to Him.

I fought hard to stay awake until 8:20, but all the crying I had done wore me out and I failed. I didn't talk to Him till 12, even though He messaged me at 8:36am as soon as He got out the shower. We spoke a lot that day and I told Him everything I had felt and I apologized again, and He requested a journal entry on what I learned which I did do. We have recovered and healed and I now know the importance of keeping our routine.

This entry is not about what I learned, but about sharing a horrible experience that may help another Dom/Sub pairing. I am not big on withholding communication as a punishment unless it fits the crime. In my case it did. It allowed me to see what I put my Dom through. I already knew talking to me before work helps Him get through a job He no longer enjoys on a shift He hates, but I didn't comprehend the emotional turmoil I put Him through. Sometimes an extreme measure is needed to get a point across before it becomes too big a problem to save. I have learned my lesson.

-Doll

November 29, 2020

[ruthoakenshield]

The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch 26)

Catch up previous chapter: [Chapter 25]

Warning: for age 18+ readers ONLY!!! mentions of torture and rape and abuse and survival. do not read if this triggers you.

photos borrowed from evermore-fashion’s blog

Graham heads to the nurse’s station and asks if they can put more ice in the cup for you. While they do that, he mentions to Rich what all you had revealed to the lawyer and to him about your other two ex-boyfriends and why you didn’t mention more about them to him earlier.

Rich was annoyed that you didn’t tell him about them as well, but understood why you didn’t. He realized he wouldn’t have been able to keep his cool if you had told him. It still hurt though that you told Graham and the Lawyer before you told him, but he did tell you to tell her everything. So, he knew he couldn’t get mad at you for it. You had done what he asked you to do.

Rich sighed. “She really had been through the wringer. Six and a half years of torture and abuse!!! How the hell does someone survive that and still be the way she is?” Richard asks, baffled.

“Hope and a stubborn streak a mile long.” A nurse named Ann says to him as she comes back with the cup of ice.

“That’s how a woman survives being in an abusive situation for a long time. I know, I was in one.” she says.

Richard and Graham nod.

Richard asks her if the hospital has specific visiting hours. She nods and tells him that it is from 8am -10pm daily.

“Thanks Lass.” Graham says and they head back to your room.

They chuckle when they get back in the room and you are sound asleep. Exhausted from the day’s events.

Graham chuckles quietly, fills your cup with water from the sink, grabs the cover and pops it on the cup. He places it on your bedside table and tells Richard that he will head out and see him tomorrow. Graham kisses the top of your head and whispers “Good night, Lass. Sweet dreams.” And then heads out.

Richard stands at the end of your bed, thinking about all you told him the other night when you first let him make love to you. And then thinks about the new info Graham passed on to him that was learned about you. He shook his head in disbelief. His heart ached for you, his beloved angel.

Six and a half years, he couldn’t believe you survived six and a half years of torture, verbal, physical and emotional abuse, and rape from men who never loved you. You never experiencing what a real loving relationship with a man was until you met him.

He watched as you slept, wishing he could take all that pain and suffering you had endured away and give you a fresh start. He pulls out his phone and takes a photo of you sound asleep in your hospital bed.

He started to think of special ways he could let you know how much you meant to him. Grinning, he realized there would be a premiere for his new movie in NY, and LA, London and Hong Kong and that you would need a new dress for each one.

Grinning, he began to search his favourite designers for women on his phone to see if they had any new designs he liked. He found several new dress designs and emailed them asking if they would be interested in his girlfriend wearing one of their dresses on the red carpets of the premieres of his new film. He wasn’t about to let Graham have all the fun playing ‘dress up’ with you.

Richard grins, when he finds a particularly gorgeous pink and gold gown on a tumbler feature.

When he looks at the name it says, ‘anarkali style’ he contacts the designer telling them that he absolutely loves the pink and gold dress she had designed and attaches a copy of the image as well as a photo of you he took. He asks if she would be willing to design something along the lines of the dress for you for his movie premiere in London.

She replies immediately that she would LOVE to design his girlfriend a gown and to bring you to her studios in a couple weeks. She asks if he could get your measurements to her ASAP so she can begin working on a few designs. She also asks if he has any color preferences. He just says, “Whatever colors would look the most flattering on her. She has never walked the red carpet with him before and will be doing it for the first time in NY and then LA and then London, then Hong Kong.

He explains you are very, very special to him and you have been through hell from prior relationships and he wants you to feel like the treasure, and the princess you are to him.

She grins and asks if he could send any other pictures so she can get a sense of your style and color preferences. He chuckles and replies, “She is usually found in black, but we are trying to work her into other colors.” He attaches some of the other photos he has taken of you. “She loves corsets, by the way.” He adds to the message then sends it off.

She replies. Ahhh, well this will be fun! I look forward to seeing you both, Richard. Meet me at my studios with her next Thursday, shall we say, at three pm? She asks. He looks at the calendar on his phone and sees it is open. He messages his assistant and confirms there is nothing on the books for that day and time. She confirms that and he tells her to put the appointment into his books then messages the designer back that it should work for him He will let her know if plans need to be modified.

She replies and thanks him for his interest in her gowns.

Just then Aiden and Scarlett return with Phantom. They see Richard smirk and ask, “What’s that smirk all about?”

Rich picks up all the cards, with Scarlett’s help and they quickly put the game away. He hands the box to Aiden and motions for them to follow him out into the hallway. He closes the door to your room and shows them the beautiful pink and gold gown. “I contacted the designer to see if she would make something like this for Harley for one of the four movie premieres we will be going to.” He giggles. “She said ‘yes’ and to bring Harley to the design studio next Thursday to be fitted for the gown.” He grins.

Scarlett grabs the phone and looks at the gown. “OH MY GOSH, Richard! That is a GORGEOUS gown!!! But how are you going to get Harley to wear anything besides black!?!?!” she asks excitedly.

“I asked the designer to make the gown in whatever color would look best on Harley and sent her some of the pictures I’ve taken of her. She will need Harley’s measurements ASAP, Scarlett. Do you know what her measurements are?”

Scarlett grins and nods. “I have them saved in my phone along with all the sizes of clothes she wears.” She replies.

Both men look at her in disbelief. “Why do you have all that in your phone?” Aiden asks.

“When she would have to run from her ex-boyfriends, she usually left behind her clothes and only took her favourites. When the last ex dumped her, we purged everything from her closet, and she chose to only wear black after that. She hardly had anything to wear. I think 3 t-shirts, and a couple pairs of skinny black jeans. So, I measured her, and made notes of the sizes of all the clothes she wore so if I was out shopping, I could pick up new clothes for her.” She replied.

They both nodded and Scarlett texts Richard your measurements and height. He quickly sends it off to the designer, then thanks Scarlett. “Now I just have to find two more dresses for her for the other two premieres. He mumbles.

Scarlett giggles. “Want some help with that?” she asks. Rich looks up from his phone and sees how excited she is. He glances at Aiden, who is grinning. Then he gets an idea. Do you work tomorrow? He asks.

“No. I have tomorrow off, why?” Aiden asks. “Cuz we are going to shop for another dress for Harley with Scarlett.” He informs them. “Come over tomorrow morning. Scarlett, I want you to scour the fashion blogs and websites and look for some options that you think Harley might like. Be sure to check the more obscure designers, or up and coming ones too!” he tells her.

Scarlett squeals with glee. “Oooohh I get to have some fun!” she exclaims.

Aiden and Richard chuckle and roll their eyes at her. “I’ll see you two tomorrow morning. Call me when you’re ready to meet and we’ll figure out a place to meet at.” Richard tells them both.

They nod and wave goodbye. Rich heads back into your room and grins. You’re curled up on one side of the bed, leaving room for him to snuggle in with you. Rich slips off his shoes and puts them by the wall, out of the way. He removes his jacket and sweater, then climbs into the bed with you carefully and gently pulls you against his chest.

You stir, but don’t wake. He holds you close, just enjoying your scent of ylang ylang and peppermint shampoo from the hospital. He kisses the top of your head and shuts his eyes. The evening officer enters a half hour later to find the two of you sound asleep. He chuckles and lets you two sleep in each other’s arms while he plays quietly with Phantom and the rope toy.

The next morning, Richard wakes to find a nurse poking his arm. “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to move off the bed for me. I need to get some vitals from Miss Harley.”

Richard yawns and apologizes. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to spend the night here with her. Just wanted to cuddle with her for a bit before heading home. Guess I fell asleep.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to wake up. He sits up and gently slides his arm out from under you, then stands and stretches after moving out of the nurse’s way.

“It’s okay, Mr. Armitage, she is lucky to have you for a boyfriend.” The nurse named Ann replies. Richard realizes it is the same nurse from last night that he and Graham had briefly talked to… the one who had been in an abusive relationship for a long time. “You seem to treat her much better than her last one.” she tells Richard.

He looks at her confused. “How do you know about her last boyfriend and how he treated her?” Richard asks.

“I took care of her the last time she was brought in after he had his way with her.” She simply replied. “He had taken her and mutilated her nether regions after she refused to have sex with him. He tortured her and her employer grew suspicious when the boyfriend kept calling her in sick. They sent the police to find out what was going on. The cops found her in a basement room, strapped down and barely clinging to life from what he did to her. During her hospital stay, the doctor discovered her Uterine Fibroid and began to recommend to her to have the hysterectomy she ended up having after Christmas.” The nurse explained.

“We got to be good friends, since she was in the hospital for nigh on a month recovering from what her boyfriend did and then the surgery. I helped her and visited her at home afterwards and saw her slipping into a deep depression. It worried me, but she kept saying she was ‘fine’. I’m glad to see she found someone decent to treat her right and love her. She deserves it after all she has been through.” She tells Richard.

He is shocked by the new info the nurse just shared. He realized, suddenly, that those scars on your nether regions he had seen were quite recent and he was surprised that you had let him even near them. He realized you were showing him exactly how much he had earned your trust when you did that. He felt honored by it.

Richard is sure she probably broke protocol by sharing that info with him, but he appreciated her doing so. It angered him hearing what the ex did to his girl, but he can’t help but be further amazed at your resiliency. He shakes his head and sighs. “I can’t believe she has gone through so much hate and abuse, and yet still can be such a loving and kind person. She’s like a ray of sunshine in the lives of not only me but my friends as well!” he says quietly as the nurse continues to take Harley’s vitals.

“I remember her once saying to me that she wished she was loved by someone the way her parents loved each other. Apparently, her Father worshipped the ground her Mother walked on. At the time she told me this, her parents had been dead only about a year or so, and it appeared that she had been close to them and greatly missed them. She clung to a hope that someone would see the mess she was in and rescue her from it and whisk her away from her home life and give her a new, happier one. She is stubborn and I believe that the hope of being rescued, that there’s something and someone better for her out there, and her stubbornness she fiercely clung to helped her survive all she had been through.” She tells Richard.

“She seems happy with you and this new circle of friends who have been hanging around her since she got here. I recognized the one lady with the red hair, she came to see her often in the hospital when I first met Harley. Thick as thieves, those two. Almost like Sisters, they are.” She chuckles. “I hope you all continue to treat her well.” She tells Richard.

Richard sits listening to the nurse ramble. Thinking about your hope that had kept you alive. He smiled, remembering something his Father told him when he was younger and just learning about girls. “All girls want their knight in shining armor to come rescue them. Be that kind knight, Son, the right girl will appreciate all you do for her and will be faithful and loyal to her brave knight.”

“We love her to pieces. She is a very special woman to me… and to us all. I just hope I can live up to her ‘knight in shining armor’ hope.” He says.

The nurse chuckles. “Richard, she doesn’t want a knight in shining armor. She told me that she wants one in dented and dinged up armor.” The nurse chuckles.

Richard looks at her confused, brows furrowed. “Huh?” he asks.

She grins. “Think about it, if a knight is in shining armor, with no dents or dings, what does that tell you?” she asks, pausing in her recording of vitals.

He thinks but isn’t sure what she is getting at, and gives the nurse a raised eyebrow and a frown.

She chuckles and replies, “That he is inexperienced, he hasn’t seen battle yet. He hasn’t had his mettle tested. A wise woman will look at it, see that, and realize she has no way of knowing if he will stand his ground and fight for her or if he will tuck tail and flee when the going gets tough.

But a knight in dull, dented and dinged up armor… that tells a wise woman that he has seen many battles, fought bravely defending his love and his country, and will stay with her and fight for her and protect her when the going gets tough. It tells her he won’t tuck tail and flee, abandoning her when life throws us lemons and we struggle to make lemonade with them. That is the kind of knight she wants… and needs, Richard, one in dull, dented and dinged up armor.”

Richard nods, thinking about what the nurse told him. He watches her as she helps a now waking Harley sit up and adjusts the bed to a sitting position.

“Morning, Love.” He greets you as he stands and comes over to the other side of the bed. “How is my little ray of sunshine this morning?” he asks as he kisses your forehead.

You yawn and stretch. “I’m okay. Still tired though, and my leg hurts, and I’m hungry.” You tell him.

“What would you like for breakfast?” he asks you as he brushes hair out of your eyes and the nurse hands him a soapy washcloth to clean your face with.

He gently washes your face as you ponder what to have for breakfast. “Keep your eyes closed, Love.” He tells you. You hear the water running in the sink as your nurse friend rinses out the washcloth, then hands it back to Richard.

You feel him gently rinsing the soap from your face with the warm washcloth. Once he is done, you open your eyes and grin. “Pancakes, crispy (almost burnt) bacon, cheesy scrambled eggs and Orange Juice.” You reply.

He chuckles and nods. “Your wish is my command, Sweetheart.” Rich tells you and peppers your face with light kisses, making you giggle. “I will go find you your breakfast. Do you want any coffee or cappuccino?” he asks.

Your eyes light up and you ask for a French Vanilla Cappuccino. He grins and nods. “I will be back once I have found your breakfast order.” He says with another kiss to your forehead and a little bow as he stands. “Wait for me, my princess, and I will return with your Breakfast soon.” He tells you with a wink, and then heads out in search of your breakfast.

You and Ann chuckle at his antics.

He heads out the door and hails a cab, then heads home to change clothes and get freshened up. Aiden calls and he tells them about the mission you sent him on. Aiden chuckles and offers to pick him up and they will go get you and them breakfast. He thanks them and they arrive within a half hour to his place.

He climbs in the back seat and they head off to their favourite breakfast joint to grab food to eat. They all order their food to go and then head to a coffee shop so Rich can get you a cappuccino and himself a coffee. Once they have everything, they all head back to the hospital.

During the drive, Scarlett shows Richard some of the dresses she found online. Some he didn’t care for, but others he loved. Then Scarlett showed him “THE DRESS” as she called it, saying she found it on a wonderful fashion blog on Tumblr. Richard’s jaw dropped. He nodded.

The gown was a black velvet fitted hourglass dress with a subtle pattern stamped into the velvet. Three thin spaghetti straps on each side criss cross across the open back to hold the dress in place. Along the front collar area were a triangle of blood red rubies pointing down to your belly, the slit at the front and center of the bottom of the dress went up to your knee height and was lined with blood red fur trim and it looked like the inside of the skirt was lined with the furry trim as well. It followed the hem of the dress around to the back and lined the bottom hem of the dress. It was stunning in the photo and Richard wanted to see you wear it for the London premiere.

Scarlett grinned and could see Richard trying to picture you in the gown. Yes, if you wore this, you would most definitely be getting laid that night! She realized.

Richard asks Scarlett to send him the photos of the dress and the designer’s name. She does and he immediately contacts the designer and asks if they would consider making this dress for you in your size for his movie premiere. They agree to, and ask him to send them your measurements and tells him to bring you to their design studio next week. He sends them the measurements he got from Scarlett and then looks and tells them that next Sunday would work best for him. They agree on a time and he enters it into his planner on his phone that is linked to his assistant’s so she can see the appointments too.

Richard smiles. “Ok, so we have this dress, the pink and gold one, and the one that Graham bought for her. We just need one more dress. Let’s show her these and let her pick the last one for the Hong Kong Premiere.” He explains.

Scarlett nods. “I can’t wait to see how great she will look in these, Rich. She is going to LOVE them!!!” she says excitedly. “I wish we could go and see the premieres and walk the red carpet with you guys.” She says dreamily.

Aiden and Rich exchange glances and smirk. Aiden raises an eyebrow and Rich nods. Aiden nods back. Rich looks down to his phone and messages his agent and the director asking if it is possible he could have two more tickets for each of the four premieres.

They arrive back at the hospital and head up to your room. When they enter your room, they see Graham sitting by you reading his book, the nurse is finishing hooking up your iv. You’re freshly showered and are trying to comb out your hair, which is slung over your right shoulder. You have your black peasant top on with your corset and some light makeup. Phantom is sitting at the foot end of your bed and raises his head and woofs at the three people entering the room, his nose sniffing the air as he smells everyone’s breakfast.

“Hey!” you say, grinning. “Thought you guys got lost or something.” You tease. “Scarlett, can you help me get this combed out? It’s more snarled today for some reason. I don’t think my hair likes the hospital shampoo.” You tell her. “Maybe one of you can bring mine and the conditioner up the next time you come to visit.” You ask.

She tells you she’ll bring it next time, then takes the bottle of hair oil and puts some in her hands. You sit up and she works it into the snarls and tangles, then gently finger combs the larger tangles out. Handing her the comb, you sigh as she works out the smaller tangles and gets your hair all nice and smooth and shiny. You have her part it down the middle of your head and you begin to French braid it while they get breakfast set up.

Richard watches in fascination as you weave your hair into the braids. “How do you not get it all tangled with your fingers?” he asks as you braid the second one on the side he is standing on.

You glance up at him and reply, “It’s easy once you know how to do it. I just add small amounts of hair to each of the two outer strands, then braid it like a normal three strand braid, then add another small amount to each of the outer strands each time I go to braid. See? Watch.” You tell him and slow down your fingers so he can see the process.

“Oh! I see what you mean, now!” he tells you. Finishing your braid, you look around for another hair tie. “Where did that hair tie go? I just had it on my leg!” you ask.

He glances around and then sees it on the floor. “Here it is, Love. It fell on the floor when you moved.” He tells you as he picks it up and hands it to you. “What are you getting all dolled up for?” he asks.

“Um, Rich, Honey, the first court hearing is today, remember?” you remind him. He rolls his eyes and nods. “I forgot it was today, sorry.” He tells you and lets out another yawn.

You raise an eyebrow at him and then look at the breakfast food. Grinning you dig into your breakfast and savor each bite. The four of you talk and chuckle.

“What time are you meeting with he judge?” Scarlett asks. You tell her the time and she looks up at the clock. We had better get your laptop set up with Skype, honey.” She informs you.

You nod and Rich grabs your laptop off the shelf and hands it to you. Aiden helps you set up a Skype account and gets you all ready for the call.

You thank them all for the help and Aiden and Scarlett head out after you all finished eating. “Let us know how it goes, Sweetie.” Scarlett tells you as she gives you a hug.

You nod and wave as they leave. Phantom comes over and lays down next to you and puts his head on your lap. Then sits up and scoots closer to you and rests his head on your shoulder and whines a little.

You sigh and look over at him and pet his head.

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(SUBMISSION 05) answering: -> this survey ❤️ next post, 21/12/19 at 10pm GMT

1. Do you want to remain anonymous?

Yes

2. How old are you?

24

3. What’s your sexual orientation?

Bisexual

4. Your pubic hair?

Trimmed

5. Are you virgin?

Yes

6. How old were you when you first masturbated?

14

7. How did you discover masturbation?

I was horny and decided to try it out

8. How old were you when you had your first orgasm?

14

9. Can you tell us more about your first orgasm? How did it happen?

I was lying alone in my room, my pussy was soaked. I hadn't experienced an orgasm before so I decided to try it out. After a few minutes of teasing myself by rubbing my clit, I shoved a few fingers into my pussy and began using myself furiously. It felt amazing. Thankfully I was the only one home since I let out a string of loud moans before squirting all over my bed.

10. How often do you masturbate?

Once or twice a day

11. When was the last time you masturbated?

Earlier today

12. Do you masturbate to any stimulus?

Nope

13. What do you think about?

Getting fucked senseless by my boyfriend

14. What’s the last thing you thought of or masturbated to?

Same thing as above, getting ravaged and filled by my BF

15. Have you ever walked in on or caught someone masturbating? (If yes, please tell us a little more about it)

N/A

16. Have someone ever walked in on or caught you masturbating? (If yes, please tell us a little more about it)

Sadly, nope

17. Have you ever had cyber sex?

Yes! It was kind of fun but a bit boring at times

18. Have you ever had phone sex?

No, not yet

19. Have you ever had a wet dream?

Oh hell yeah, many

20. What’s your favorite method of masturbation? (i.e. Hands/Toys/Lotion/etc.)

I love wand vibrators, those are amazing

21. Are you loud or quiet when you masturbate?

Pretty loud, I'm good at being vocal

22. Do you ever masturbate in pjs? If so what type and how?

Not often, but when I do I'm in a 2-piece and I just take my pants off

23. Do you ever touch any other part of your body whilst you masturbate?

Boobs. Occasionally I spank or finger my ass but I normally play with my boobs

24. Has anyone ever watched you masturbate live online?

No, but I really want to try that

25. Has anyone ever watched you masturbate in person?

I haven't made any, so no

26. Have you ever watched someone masturbate live online?

Hell. Yes.

27. Have you ever watched someone masturbate in person?

Nope, haven't had sex

28. Have you ever masturbated with someone? (Mutual masturbation)

Does joi count? Like over discord

29. Do you enjoy watching others masturbate?

Yes, boys and girls

30. Do you enjoy being watched while masturbating?

Yes

31. Who do you like to think about when you masturbate?

My BF, he's got a really nice dick

32. Have you ever told them you think about them while you masturbate?

Absolutely, and he does the same

33. Does anyone know you masturbate? How did they find out?

My boyfriend knows, and I told him

34. Have you masturbated because your partner wasn’t around to help? Where were they?

We're a long-distance couple, so I regularly masturbate without him

35. What’s your most embarrassing masturbation story?

I don't remember if I have any to be honest

36. What’s your funniest masturbation story?

Same thing, I just normally masturbate to porn

38. Have you ever masturbated in unique or strange places?

I've done it at work, and at a restaurant

39. Have you ever used something unique or strange to masturbate?

A cucumber and a hairbrush

40. Is it easy for you to orgasm or do you have to work for it?

I'm kind of in between, it's not hard, but it takes a bit of work

41. What’s the easiest way for you to get off?

Vibrators

42. Is there only one way you can get off? (i.e. Vaginal/Clitoral/Toy Use)

Anything will get me off

43. Are you able to achieve orgasm through only non-conventional or indirect methods? (Breast Play/Hands-Free/Anal)

Yep!

44. Do you ever double penetrate while you masturbate?

Absolutely, it's so fun

45. Do you ever suck on a dildo while you masturbate?

Sometimes, although only to clean them off

46. Do you edge when you masturbate? (Get to the point of orgasm and stop repeatedly to enhance the experience)

All the time

47. What position do you typically masturbate in?

I normally lie on my back and spread my legs out, it makes me feel exposed

48. How do you react when you orgasm, arch your back, pull faces? Etc

I arch my back and squeal

49. Describe how an orgasm feels to you when you cum? If possible

It feels warm and tingly, if that makes sense

50. Describe a typical masturbation session.

I get horny by looking at some hentai, then decide to get into the position described above. Once ready, I grab my favorite vibrator and go to town on myself

51. How long do you usually last?

Around five minutes without a vibrator

52. What’s the quickest you’ve ever been brought to orgasm?

I think it was like 2 minutes 34 seconds

53. What’s the longest masturbation session you’ve had?

It took me ten minutes to cum once

54. What’s the most amount of times you’ve cum in a day?

6 times, I was exhausted

55. How wet do you get? Do you leak fluids when you orgasm? (If yes, please describe)

I squirt, most of the time it's a fair amount of fluid when I cum and regularly I spray it everywhere

56. If you are older than 35, how has masturbation changed for you over the years?

I’m 24

57. Do you want to tell us something more about your masturbation experiences?

Well, I'd like to add that spanking is amazing when I'm getting close, it just makes me feel so dirty

58. Are you sexually aroused taking this survey?

Hell yeah, I'm probably going to cum after this

59. Are you going to masturbate tonight after taking this survey?

Yep, as soon as I finish

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[venivivividi]

50 QUESTIONS YOU’VE NEVER BEEN ASKED 

tagged by @revengeisalwaysanoption

(sorry I changed the lower case aesthetic on the questions but it was bugging me out lol)

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Black

2. A food you never eat? Just from a "I don't like it" point of view, almost every type of mushrooms and legumes, but there are a lot of things I can't eat bc my body is weak like that

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? Well, during winter I'm too warm on public trasportation and too cold outside, during summer I'm almost chilly on public transportation and way too hot outside

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I was having lunch

5. What is your favorite candy bar? I'm really blanking on this bc I don't  really eat a lot of sweet stuff, but I'd agree that Kinder Bueno was really really good

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? No, I have not

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? LMAO it was "Ci sono i fantasmi qui, huh?" ("It seems like we have ghosts in here") and it was a sarcastic remark bc one of my flatmates quickly sneaked in and out of the kitchen very quietly while I was doing the dishes without even say hello. I mean, that seems rude to me but maybe I'm wrong

8. What is your favorite ice cream? I'm a simple gal, I like chocolate, but I also like to pair it with mango, berries or passion fruit. Once I tried salted caramel and it was good.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? A boring glass of water

10. Do you like your wallet? I guess I do, it's cute

11. What was the last thing you ate? Now I regret doing this right now bc I have to publicly admit that the last thing I ate was.. a formaggino MIO. In my defense, I was still hungry after lunch and I had nothing else! (For those of you who do not know what a formaggino MIO is, it's a type of processed cream cheese very popular here as baby food. I'm pretty sure 98% of italian babies are actually raised on bread&formaggino and pasta&formaggino)

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? I did not. Everything is closed, I have not left my home in forever and I'm not one for online shopping tbh

13. The last sporting event you watched? I think it was some sort of volleyball tournament last December, I'm not sure tho

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Just salted

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? @starkgazing​

16. Ever go camping? No

17. Do you take vitamins? I try every now and then but I honestly forget easily

18. Do you go to church every sunday? No, never actually did

19. Do you have a tan? I have not seen the sun in so long I'm not even sure it's still there

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza? This is actually hard because I like pizza but I cannot eat it, and when I tried chinese food it was sooo good and it didn't hurt my body the way pizza does lol

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? No, but I also very rarely drink soda

22. What color socks do you usually wear? I either go very classic (black, grey and white) or buy the most stupid ones in fucsia with a bear that says *hello*, there's no in between

23. Ever drive above the speed limit? I don't have a license but in general I get very anxious when I'm in a car with someone that drives fast

24. What terrifies you? What does NOT terrify me is the real question. The easy and not deep answer would be spiders

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My bread dough raising under two blankets and a rag

26. Wat chore do you hate? Cleaning the shower in particular but in general the fact that I have to climb over random things to clean half the house bc I'm too short to reach anything

27. What do you think of when you hear an australian accent? I like it! I don't really understand it sometimes, but I like it

28. What’s your favorite soda? I'm always confused by what is considered a soda, but I think that Schweppes lemon counts

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? I can ONLY eat seated at a table (and I don't have a car), so i definitely go in

30. Who’s the last person you talked to? My other flatmate (not the ghost one)

31. Favorite cut of beef? I just realised that I actually rarely eat beef if not minced; if we talk about bovine meat, I usually buy veal (the veal sirloin steak is one of the most delicious thing in the world)

32. Last song you listened to? Remedios la bella by Modena City Ramblers

33. Last book you read? I'm trying to read Doktor Živago (It's not going well), the last one I finished was 10 minutes 38 seconds in this strange world by Elif Shafak

34. Favorite day of the week? Probably Saturdays

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? I tried. No.

36. Do you like your coffee? I was forced to buy a different brand bc I don't want to go to a supermarket far away where I usually buy my fair trade coffee; it's not terrible but it's not my usual strong south american/african/indian blend that is somehow called arabica

37. Favorite pair of shoes? I used to have a great pair of leather combat boots that sadly got destroyed rip

38. At what time do you normally go to bed? I try to be in bed by 11:30 pm and asleep by midnight but I'm not afraid to fall asleep while reading or watching a tv show at 10pm lol or even stay up until 3am

39. At what time do you normally get up? I trained myself to stay in bed until at least 8am now that I don't have anything to attend to in the mornings

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets

41. How many blankets are on your bed? Well, just one where I live now, but back at home in the mountains last winter I had two wool blankets and two duvets (and a fleece blanket ready on the side just in case)

42. Describe your kitchen plates. Boring white. My sister bought them and I'm very disappointed; luckily I have a small plate for dessert in this great shade of dark anthracite grey a friend of mine gifted me a while ago

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? I like red wine but if we're talking strong ones, I like tequila

44. Do you play cards? It's a holiday tradition with my family. Things can get scary, believe me

45. What color is your car? I don't have a car

46. Can you change a tire? Nope

47. What is your favorite province? I.. don't have one? (I'm not sure I understand the question tbh)

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had? I loved working in the bio-preparation lab. I was not involved in the actual process but still I felt very badass operating the autoclave and all the other sterilizing machines and going around with a cart full of glassware

49. How did you get your biggest scar? An incadescent flatiron

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? I sent a stupid video on my family's groupchat, I hope I made someone happy at least lol my sister seemed amused

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

zadison

1.     Who kissed the other first?

Madison got really close to do it, but Zoe actually hadto close the last few inches between them.

2.     What was their first fight about?

It happened that same day when Queenie asked who kissedthe other first.

3.     Who sleeps in the couch more often?

Zoe. Madison refuses to leave her bed, dosen’t matter howbad the fight is, so Zoe just grabs her things and go to the couch or an amptyroom if she has the choice.

4.     Who drinks coffee and who drinks tea?

They both drink coffee like is water.

5.     Who goes grocery shopping more often?

Zoe, because she likes to do it. She leaves a piece ofpaper in the nightstand so Madison can write the things she wants during theweek. Madison hates supermarkets in general.

6.     Who brings breakfast in bed?

Usually, none. But on the days they don’t have to work orthey’re celebrating something, it would be Madison. It’s like the only time sheever wakes up before 10pm.

7.     Who sleeps first?

Zoe is gone as soon as she closes her eyes.

8.     Who watches the other sleeping?

Zoe takes a few precious seconds to watch Madison beforeshe wakes up everyday. She likes to keep that angelic image in her head whenMadison starts acting like a bitch.

9.     Who met the parents in law first?

Well, Madison technically met Cordelia first, if that count.But she was also the first to go meet Zoe’s real parentes. The girl took her toher childhood house in their second thanksgiving together (both her parentshated Madison the second they saw her).

10.  Whodoes the laundry?

Zoe. Madison prefers to just buy new stuff.

11.  Whowashes the dishes?

Madison, because Zoe uses the laudry as an excuse.

12.  Whoclean up the house?

They have their atribuition in the Coven, but Madisonspent most of her time adding songs to the ‘Cleaning the House’ playlist shehas on Spotfy.

13.  Whowashes the car?

If they had one, no one does. It just get dirtier anddirtier eveyday.

14.  Whobrings take outs?

Madison, when she pass by Zoe’s favorite places, or Zoewhen she’s out of the house and gets hungry.

15.  Whocalls the other to ask if they want something from the street?

Zoe, she’s the sweetest person. Madison just grab it ifshe thinks Zoe might want.

16.  Who’smore likely to make plans?

Zoe is Cordelia’ child, ok? She have every second of herday planned in details, but Madison always finds a way to ruin it.

17.  Whodreams about a big wedding?

They don’t think about marriage in general, but Madisonsometimes picture how big she could get before Zoe puts her foot down.

18.  Whobreaks the cups?

Zoe in normal days, Madison when she’s drunk.

19.  Whoholds the umbrella?

Zoe. Madison is always busy either looking at her phoneor at her nails.

20.  Whotakes the other to the dance floor?

In nightclubs, Madison, when start to play some popsongs, but Zoe have to drag her when it’s playing anything else. It’s a goodthing they both like to dance.

21.  Whodoes the big romantic gestures?

Madison. She’s not afraid to spent money to take Zoe tothe mountains in a helicopter or rent a plane to fly over the house with a big‘I love you, Zoe’ or anything bigger or crazier than that. Zoe is all smalllittle things.

22.  Who’smore likely to serenade?

Zoe. She did it once when Madison annoyed her and theother girls still make fun of Madison because of that (she shut the window thesecond she saw what Zoe was doing).

23.  Whoforgets the wet towel in bed?

Madison does it evey fucking time and Zoe always make abig deal out of it (until one day she was the one who forgot and Madison willnever let her forget that).

24.  Whodon’t pick up things when they fell?

Madison. She’s just too lazy.

25.  Whokeeps losing the keys?

Zoe. She literally can’t remember where they are. To tryto help her with that, Madison buys the most extravagant locksmith she canfind.

26.  Whosings the rap part?

Madison, and she rocks it.

27.  Whopretends to be sad just so the other will cheer they up?

Madison, the big baby.

28.  Whowakes up ready for a maraton?

Zoe dosen’t wake up with full energy, but she is readyfor it after a cup of coffee.

29.  Whobuys them tickets for shows?

Madison buys tickets for every show in town, dosen’tmatter if they even like the band or not.

30.  Whochoose the movie?

Madison likes to pretend it’s her, but she always chosesomething she remember Zoe mentioning at some point.

31.  Whosays ‘I love you’ more often?

Zoe. Madison rolls her eyes everytime (she’s more actionthan words).

32.  Whokeeps waving at people after they got engaged?

Zoe, the small bean! She can’t believe it, for real, soshe keeps staring at her finger all day, until someone pass by and she wavesslow enough so the person can see the huge ring.

33.  Whouses the most ridiculous nicknames for the other?

Madison, to be sarcastic or piss Zoe off (Zoo, baby babe,little Sunshine), but Zoe trully come up with some of her own because she thinkis cute.

34.  Who’sresponsible for date nights?

They switch, one date each.

35.  Whowakes up one day and decides to stay in bed?

Madison does it very often, but Zoe is all in for thatduring the weekend.

Send me a ship

[samuelandthewilburbots]

One Year in Music: Week 26

This week’s song is called Take Me. It’s about getting whisked away on a summer late night adventure. Do you wanna follow along on an adventure or would you rather lead the way? I like the concept of jumping in, not knowing the depth or temp, ready for anything. Sometimes life throws you curve balls that might seem like a massive inconvenience or burden, but it ends up taking you down a road you would’ve never taken otherwise, sometimes metaphorically, and sometimes a literal road. One of the most exciting feelings in thew world is the excitement of the unknown, going to a new city, or country, not knowing whats around the next turn, or what the next turn even is.  One of the biggest benefits of being a teacher is having the summer off. There is a big misconception about teacher’s summers. First of all, we get 8 weeks, not 3 months. Every time I see someone in the summer, they always ask, what do you do in the summer for work? Are you getting a job this summer? Hell no! Many summers I have gotten side gigs painting houses, or teaching summer school, but it’s just not the same. This year I said hell no to work, and hell yes to anything life threw at me. My motto in the summer is, say yes. I get a random text to see if I want to go to happy hour: yes, someone invites you to the cabin for the weekend: yes! My buddy called me this summer, it was 10pm, I was already in bed, and he said, hey you wanna go to Faye Webster at First Avenue tonight? I was all ready to have a quite night and go to bed, but I switched gears, went to the concert, it was an absolute banger, then I took a Lime scooter for a joy ride along the Mississippi River home at midnight. I would’ve missed out on this opportunity if I followed my initial instinct which was to politely decline and go to bed. I would 100% never remembered that night for any reason. But now I fondly look back on that night as one of the best nights of the summer. Something about the spontaneity of it gave me a literal rush. I had to abruptly jump out of bed and change and get a Lyft. I went from bed to First Avenue in 20 minutes. Going out on a random Tuesday is like playing with the houses money. You can’t lose! There are expectations on a Friday or Saturday night, but on a Tuesday, every ounce of fun is profit. And as I was riding an electric scooter home under the moonlight, I felt this great presence in the air of endless possibilities.  “Dream away, dream away, dream away, It's not too far Sign away, sign away, sign away, Sign away your heart” Dream big, sign away your heart, and submit all your expectations to the universe. Every adventure might not be perfect, or mystical, or maybe your night sucks, the universe is unpredictable and nothing makes sense, but AN adventure no matter how grand, is certainly better than no adventure at all... 

Lyrics: You were sitting there on the side of the street in the city you were sitting there in your car on the side of the road You were sitting there on the side of the street looking pretty You were sitting there on the wrong side of the road Dream away of what you are Sign away sign away your heart You don't wanna drive me okay I guess I get it You don't wanna drive me okay I can take a hint Take Me, Take me Let's go for a drive Take me, Take me I'll meet you outside I'll meet you outside Don't you like You gotta make things right I don't wanna start another fight another fight I can't win Take the knife, return it to my back tonight Well it's better off to believe your wrong when your not right

Dream away, it's not too far Sign away, sign away your heart You don't wanna drive me okay I guess I get it You don't wanna drive me okay I can take a hint Take Me, Take me Let's go for a drive Take me, Take me I'll meet you outside I'll meet you outside I'm gonna die alone I'm gonna die alone I'm gonna wait I'm gonna write home I"m gonna write home either way You don't wanna drive me okay I guess I get it You don't wanna drive me okay I can take a hint Take Me, Take me Let's go for a drive Take me, Take me I'll meet you outside I'll meet you outside I'm telling you We gotta restart Stop telling the truth If we both fall apart  I'm telling you We gotta begin No ones yelling at you If your not gonna win

[survivingsepsis]

03 | 21 | 2019 - I’m still learning but I’m here

2019 appears to be a year of learning, growing, reflecting, self-developing. Or rather is it the age that’s important (26?) and not the year?

I read something in refinery29 in their section called Money Diaries, the point of which is to chronicle a week in a random normal person’s life keeping track of how much money they spend. I already budget so it wasn’t the money part that was compelling to me, it was the casual journalling of just a normal week in someone’s life and how much meaning each day could have and how interesting it was to read about. So here goes nothing - a day in the life of a Chicago pharmacist(sorta). 

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Today I woke up and Mat was still here, always a pleasant experience. He was getting ready to attend a class day with Latha. It took him about 3 hours to get ready, but who am I to judge. I actually did make it to work today (a feat) in order to attend an important meeting.

Work was fairly uneventful, a decent mix of lazy time and things to do. I’m finding it harder and harder to work on things ahead of time nowadays, and I hope it doesn’t get me into trouble.

I was lucky enough to get lunch with the lovely Stephanie Chang at Revival for about an hour (OK my job is really awesome). We both got $1 meals using the Ritual app (what A FIND). I always wonder if I’m talking too much or annoy her but she always says she has a really good time hanging out with me. This is our second time getting lunch here on her off day and I hope we continue this tradition.

I had been planning on going straight home right after work but forgot that we had a going away party for one of my co-workers. So around 5:30 I packed up my bag and my leftover Budlong tenders and headed over to 2Twenty Tavern on Wabash/Jackson with a couple co-workers. There I had a drink and chatted about some old memories at PFV.

When I got home, I had a pleasant surprise waiting for me - a Play! Sephora subscription box. I NEVER thought I’d be a person to do a subscription box (especially not for makeup). But I’ve been trying to do more with my money and not stay confined to the shackles my frugal momma raised me with and to its credit, this $10 subscription has already brought me a lot of joy. I’ve been attending more Sephora makeup classes, and though I still think that some of this high-end makeup stuff is a marketing gimmick and a waste of money, I can kind of see the appeal. I even wrote up a post of my first box on a subReddit!

In terms of fails for the day, I ordered a HelloFresh subscription this past Monday for the first time and we got 3 meals. Mat and I made one on Monday and it was a whole ordeal (I should write a separate post for that), and I couldn’t muster up the energy to make another one yesterday or today even though I know I’m running out of time before I go back home for the weekend and these precious ingredients go bad.

But to make it up, I worked out! Mat decided to go out for the night after finishing his post at 11:10PM. It took him over the time that I worked out just to get ready to leave... so I think he spent a total of 4 hours in front of the mirror today.

As he was out and I was getting ready for bed, I had this really crazy sensation hit me while I was sitting there staring at my Play! box. Literally, this was my position:

I couldn’t help but think how fucking GRATEFUL I should be every second of every day. Here I am literally having to actively think of ways to SPEND all the money I have and GET the most out my wonderful life.

I literally live in an age when I can put in the tiniest portion of my money and get beautiful products sent to my mailbox.

My mom grew up having to ration every last morsel of food she was lucky enough to get while my stomach is still too full right now as of writing this at 1:06 AM.

My dad grew up having to re-use the same pencil and notebook for years whereas I live with so much excess I’m trying to figure out how to get rid of things.

They sacrificed so much so I could live a life of so much indulgence. I almost want to cry when I think about it - and how much of my day I spend worrying about stupid things or complaining. I literally complained that I had too much food to cook, when people are starving elsewhere in the world.

So I’m trying. I’m trying to think of how I can wake up happy and thankful every day, rather than be narrow minded about life’s miniature not-troubles. I want to continue getting the most out of my life and making the most out of my money, but I don’t want to forget to change my attitude too - something that materialistic things alone can’t do.

 It feels like it would be super weird and almost annoying of me to go around just speaking about how fucking lucky I am and the people I know are, so maybe that’s why people don’t do it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t seep our gratitude into our daily thoughts and our actions. I want to help my mom in the morning, and let my dad know how much I love him. Small acts of kindness for the strangers. It’s the small things that matter.

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Suffer From Routine

“The Bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.  “At midnight the cry rang out: ‘Here’s the bridegroom! Come out to meet Him!’  “Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps. The foolish ones said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.’” Matthew 25:5-7NIV

95 to 100% of the church has been asleep, just like the virgins. Not me, I’m wide awake. Truth: I was dozing. Everything seemed good. But I knew nothing about what was and is going on in my nation and around the world.

A relative ranted, (what I considered untruths), information about our government. Not so, I’d cry, not my country. Now I find, he was 100% accurate about human trafficking, the destruction of the twin towers, money laundering, JFK’s death and much more. Back then I cried out to God to reveal the truth, (what I believed). Now, I’m seeing how accurate Cousin’s truth actually was. Well, if you haven’t seen the truth yet— you’re sound asleep. Wake up.

Text scripture is about the ten virgins awaiting the Bridegroom. Five had plenty of oil for their lamps. Five’s oil flasks ran out. They had to leave to go buy oil, but they lacked time, missing the Bridegroom’s coming, they were locked out.

Yahweh is good to us, He’s waking us up to refill the flasks of oil— now —before He comes. How do we refill the oil? I really don’t think we’ve got years ahead of us. Maybe a few years, but not a lifetime. Don’t focus on this world’s stuff and agendas.

People suffer from ROUTINE— 5:30am to 8:30am shower, study our schoolwork, prepare for work, change laundry loads, fold clothes; fix lunches; wake up children, force them to dress, brush teeth and hair, (young children involves more work); feed and drive kids to school or babysitter’s: 8:30 to 9am drive to work. 9 to 5 work; 5 to 10pm drive home, kids ballgames, catch the news online; mealtime; bath time, homework, get the kids ready for bed; laundry, pick-up the house and fall into bed. Repeat daily. Where was our time for God?

“O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness: fear before Him, all the earth.” Psalm 96:9KJV. Worship? We’ve covered that by listening to Gospel music on the way to work, plus audio Bible on our drive home.

Meanwhile Jesus calls out to us: ***Matthew 6:31WEB “Jesus said to them, `Come away with Me. Let us go alone to a quiet place and rest for a while…’” ***Matthew 11:28ESV “Come to Me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” ***Matthew 26:40 “Then He returned to His disciples and found them sleeping. “Couldn’t you men keep watch with Me for one hour?” What Jesus asks isn’t for His good, but ours. He knows the oil leaks out of our flasks, when we’re focused elsewhere.

When I sold Home Interiors and Gifts, my business broadened to an 80 hour workweek, besides family and home. I longed for time with Jesus. Daily, I asked Him to help me have more time for Him. Meanwhile, I was growing colder spiritually, which I didn’t want.

Did Jesus cause the fall, ruptured disc, broken tailbone? No. He allowed it. During the downtime, I rearranged my life and set priorities in order to refill my oil flasks.

Since we’ve been given this time beforehand, and the knowledge of His coming let us focus solely on Him. Leave the world, the news, the games and toys behind. “Seek the LORD while He may be found; call on Him while He is near.” Isaiah 55:6NIV. It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Lord God please help us to focus on You alone and not everything the world offers, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2022 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

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Chilliwack Lake Camping

Hey all, here's a big dump of what happened during the days of August 24-28. A lot of things happened, mainly actual camping.

Wednesday August 24

-took last minute PTO

-went with her to get xray done

-gave her a tour of my house afterward

-went to Tsawwasen, bought a promise ring. lady asked how long we've been together, I panicked and said one year! in actuality, it's only been a little over a month

-slept over

Thursday August 25

-woke up, got ready, picked up Cherry, drove to camp site

-during drive, finger, hand, head

-we were ahead, so gave head while waiting

-no wifi, electricity, showers

-pitched tents

-since no reception, wanted to drive back to update parents- yanna joined in, ruined the mood, looking forward to more secret time, drove out like a maniac, drove back peacefully

-walked around, went to beach

-night time laid a mat and watched the stars- again, yanna joined and ruined the mood

-went to bed, scary stories

-agreed to wake her up if I wake up early to walk around

Friday August 26

-woke up early, woke her up, brushed our teeth and walked to the beach

-quick head and hug facing the view- quiet and peaceful

-went back to camp, had breakfast

-lounged around the whole day

-afternoon took a nap

-started raining, pitched shelters

-hard time pooping

-At night, Ferrers were talking under the shelter, whereas Lea and I talked inside the canopy- talked about past MUs, alone time, and other things

-slept kinda early, slept really well

Saturday August 27

-for some reason, we both woke up at the exact time in the middle of the night, 3:50. I looked at her and she looked at me and we both indicated to use the washroom

-went to use the washroom. peed in front of her, and vise versa

-went back to bed

-woke up, brushed teeth, had breakfast

-packed up, took down tents, "couple couple"

-after all was packed up, went down to the beach for photos. "couple couple" again... photo "parang mag-on"

-drove home- on the way, went to a salmon hatchery, stopped by for a food truck, and went to a fruit market

-Lea bought strawberry jam and corn for my family

-dropped off Cherry, took stuff out of my car and put it in Edmar's, and had nanay and yanna as passengers

-drove back to Tsawwassen

-took a shower, same with Lea, then asked if she wanted to go to "Tsawwassen Mall to go shopping for gala night"

-chill in my car for an hour and a bit- head in, bleeding and pain afterward

-went back home, ate malou noticed the blood, Lea mentioned irregular menstruation- phew

-got invited to come to an event then to ate tet's house

-went to a festival in ladner- live band, too cold, she wore my sweater, seemed low energy and quiet because of pain because of chill session

-went to ate tet's house afterward, ate food, talked, we both were very tired

-went home around 9:30, watched Tinder Swindler, cuddled, lay on her lap, talked, also quick hand and head

-brushed teeth together, and slept immaculately

Sunday August 28

-woke up at 7AM, showered and got ready

-had breakfast together and drove back to surrey

-quick car chill before going home

-got home, while I was changing, she chatted with mom and she saw some of my baby pictures

-went to church, after church went to Sushi California

-she forgot her allergy medicine so I drove to pharmasave to buy reactine

-ate food, was really full

-went to metrotown, bought clothes for gala night

-went home, watched a movie, had some snacks

-6PM, drove back to Tsawwassen, quick chill session in car, but going easy cause still painful

-after an hour, drove her back to Ferrer residences. They had visitors over- Vince was there

-had dinner quickly, then left

-phone call from drive home until 10PM when I slept

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Burning the Past

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Description: Dean struggles with the aftermath of a decision the Reader makes.

Warnings: Angst (I think… my first go at writing angst), fluff at the end, depression, mentions of self-harm, suicide attempt, abusive parent

Word Count: 2263

Song Choice: “Numb” – Linkin Park

A/N: @rosethesupernaturalhunter Rose500challenge. “Numb” by Linkin Park is a very personal song for me. This song and music video explain a great portion of my teenage life dealing with Major Depressive Disorder and Self-Harm. This story is personal for me as well. It is a piece of fiction based on real events in my own life dealing with depression, self-harm, suicide attempt and a verbally abusive father. Please read warnings before reading since this may be triggering for some people.

**Please know that if you are dealing with any kind of mental health illness you are not alone in your struggles. There are many people who are out there ready to listen and help. There are many organizations out there as well including IMAlive and National Suicide Prevention Lifeline . If you don’t feel comfortable talking to someone from there then my blog is always open for anyone who needs it. As Jared Padalecki once said, “If you’re out there and need help, please seek it. Be proud of your valiant day-to-day struggle. There is no shame in needing support.” 

Dean Winchester set the bottle of whiskey on the floor next to him. Leaning up against his bed with the same song blaring in through his headphones. He glanced down at the journal opened on his lap running his fingers over the delicate handwriting. Her handwriting. Her words. Her tormented soul. He never knew she was this bad. He never knew how dark it had gotten inside her head. From his point of view, (Y/N) was happy, joking, bubbly woman he admired. She was strong, courageous and a badass hunter. He should have paid more attention to her. Noticed the little things that were different in her actions, in her words. He gripped the bottle holding it up to his lips letting the amber liquid warm his insides and with a thud set it back down. He picked up the journal and reread the last few entries she had written. 

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow 

“May 11th – 1:32am

I can’t take it anymore. My father’s words are floating in my head more and more each day. “(Y/N), concentrate on your target! If you can’t focus then you die!” “You’re worthless. You’re useless. Why did I ever have you?” “Get up you, lazy pig! The longer I wait the longer your training will be.” Now that he is gone, all I have left are those words. No matter how many times Sam and Dean tell me what a badass hunter I am, my father’s words ring truth in me. I’m supposed to save everyone. I’m supposed to kill the monsters that haunt people, but I’m too weak. I’ve done a great job hiding my true feelings from the boys but I can tell Sam knows something is up. He won’t say anything to me, but I can tell by the way he looks at me. Dean acts no differently around me, which is comforting. I wish I knew how to express my feelings to Dean. Confide in him the thoughts inside my head. If anyone could understand me it would be him, but I’m afraid that my head may be too dark even for him. I’m alone in this and I need to deal with myself alone.” 

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

I don't know what you're expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes 

“May 20th – 6:10pm

I met a hunter today that knew my father. It took everything in me not to scream out loud as this man talked about how great he was. “Your dad was a great hunter. One of the best, just like John Winchester. It’s good to see you are following his footsteps and becoming a great hunter as well.” All I did was smile and nod. Luckily, Dean swept in and saved me from hearing more from the man. Nowadays it takes all my energy to put on my happy façade around Sam and Dean. I thought writing would help me get my feelings out but it doesn’t anymore. I even went to get art supplies while Sam was getting some supplies in town. I always used to feel better after painting, but nothing is getting these feelings out. I thought sparring with Dean would help but I just felt useless as he defeated me repeatedly. I feel like I’m drifting and I’m losing faith that I will ever get better. There’s was only one thing that made me feel better and if the boys ever knew what I was doing then they would be so disappointed in me. Just the thought of seeing Dean’s disappointed face makes me tear up. I never want to disappoint him but I just can’t take the pressure building up inside me anymore. I have to let it out somehow and this is the only way I know how too.” 

Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control

'Cause everything that you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you 

“May 26th – 3:24am

The feeling of pain releases all my tension. It is so hard to describe how causing myself pain makes me feel better if only for a few fleeing moments. It’s getting harder to hide my scars from Sam and Dean especially on my arms. Dean noticed I took his red and black flannel shirt to wear. I told him it was my favorite of his and I liked how big it was on me. Which is all true, but also the sleeves come all the way down past my hands easily covering the marks and scars on my arms. Sam caught me the other day walking from the shower room to my room and saw the marks on my lower legs. I quickly told him I had been walking in my favorite spot and got a little cut up from stumbling. Thankful he couldn’t see the marks up close or he would be able to tell they are too straight for random cuts. It’s not only that either. Sam noticed me not blocking Dean’s punches or kicks when we were sparring. I played it off that I had no idea what he was talking about, but honestly, I like the bruises. I can push on them causing small amount of pain to ease tension in a pinch. I hate that I’m using Dean like that but it the end it helps me. I wonder how much longer I can keep this façade up around them. I’m needing a release more and more throughout the day and hunting with the boys doesn’t give me the privacy I have in the bunker. They will suspect something if I ask for my own room. Speaking of hunting I need to try and sleep since we are leaving in two and half hours. Here’s to trying to keep my dark thoughts at bay. 

And I know I may end up failing too

But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

Become so tired, so much more aware

By becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you 

“May 28th – 10:54pm

Dear Sam and Dean,

By the time you come back I should be gone, hopefully I did not screw that up. I should have never came hunting with you this time. I screwed up. My father always told me if I wasn’t focus I would get dead. I haven’t been focused and today that cost a little girl her life. I’m just a huge disappointment to everyone and you both are better off without me. I can’t feel anything anymore. I’m just floating through the motions and I don’t have the energy to do that anymore. I don’t have the energy to do anything anymore. I would apologize for leaving you like this but I know it won’t help either of you process this. Please don’t blame yourselves for this happening. You both were amazing partners and friends. There’s nothing you could have said or did to help prevent this. This was a battle I had to fight on my own and I loss. We all know that happens, it just so happens this battle was within myself that I loss. I expect you both to burn everything of mine with no exceptions. You both will move on from this sooner than you think. I will just be a faded memory in the back of your mind that one day will fly away. 

Sam, please make sure Dean doesn’t do anything stupid to try and bring me back. I know you won’t do anything stupid, but keep an eye out on your brother. I left my copy of Grimm Fairytales on my desk in my room. I want you to have it since one of my fondest memories is the two of us discussing it. 

Dean, I love you. I have loved you since the moment you and John showed up at my house that cold December night. What started as just a teenage crush on an older guy changed the moment you dropped everything and came to my side when my father died. I fell in love with you and I always knew I would never be good enough for the great Dean Winchester. You deserve a woman who is strong and fearless. That is obviously not me, but I want you to know that I love you deeply. 

Goodbye.

'Cause everything that you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there” 

Dean watched as his tears darken the pages of her journal. The images of finding her flashing in his mind. Hearing Sam scream for him from the bathroom and seeing her laying in the bathtub. The metallic smell hitting him like a Mack truck. Sam wrapping her arms with towels and for the first time seeing the damage she had caused to herself up and down her arms and legs. Scars neither of them knew about that had healed and been opened again. To see her normally vibrant lips being ghostly white. Sam calling an ambulance after finding a faint pulse. The only thing Dean could do was hold her and wonder who did this to her. Watching the paramedics working on her and not being able to leave her side as he rode in the ambulance while Sam followed in the Impala. Once at the hospital, the harsh reality hitting them both that she had done all of this to herself. As they waited for the doctors to come out and talk to them Sam handed him (Y/N)’s journal letting him read what he just had. Seeing Sam crying openly as he walked away made Dean’s stomach churn. Then he read her letter and his world stopped. 

Dean jumped out of his thoughts feeling a hand on his shoulder. He pulled off his headphones as he saw it was Sam stand there. “We should get going.” He simply said as Dean nodded. He closed her journal setting it on his bed and shut off the song she had written the lyrics down at the end of her letter. He grabbed her favorite flannel of his out of his closet and laid it next to her journal. He gathered his coat and her items walking out to the library. Sam was setting a few things of (Y/N)’s in a cardboard box. Dean set his shirt and her journal in the box along with everything else that was hers from the bunker. Sam taped the box shut and the brothers went to the Impala making the trip out to an opening in the woods (Y/N) loved the most in Kansas. As Dean drove he remembered the last time he and (Y/N) had come out to this her favorite spot. They laid on top of the Impala’s hood looking up at the stars. His arms around her as she gazed up into the night sky. She looked so peaceful and happy. He knew then he was in love with her and was going to tell her but then Sam called with a case. The moment lost. 

Sam and Dean gathered all the wood they could to build a pit. Sam placed the cardboard box in the center of the pit. Dean opened the back door to the Impala helping (Y/N) out of the backseat. She pulled her sleeves down over her scars on her arms and wrists. It had been six months since she had tried to take her life. In those six months she went into treatment for depression and self-harm and the boys would visit her every chance they got. When she was released from her program she began going to a support group making friends to keep her accountable not that she really needed too. Sam researched everything he could about depression and self-harm. He talked with people online who had loved ones dealing with the same issues and found many ways to help (Y/N) constructively. Dean never left her side for too long. They never talked about their feelings for one another but everything between them had changed. He laced their fingers together as they walked over to the fire pit. 

(Y/N) decided she wanted a fresh start once she moved back to the bunker. “Dean, I really don’t think you need to burn your shirt. I have all good memories of it.” She chuckled as he shook his head. “Nope, you said everything from the past and that includes the shirt.” She rolled her eyes but he noticed her smirking. Sam lit the end of a large branch and handed it to (Y/N) saying, “Burning the past.” She looked over to Dean who nodded, “Burning the past.” (Y/N) walked over to the pit and threw the branch onto the box immediately lighting it up in bright yellow and orange flames. “Burning the past.” She whispered as Dean put his arm around her shoulders and Sam held her hand. As bright as the flames were, they stood in front of, so was her future and for the first time she felt hopeful to see what was in store for her and the life she was given a second chance to live.

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11/03/2018 DAB Transcript

Ezekiel 7:1-9:11, Hebrews 5:1-14, Psalms 105:1-15, Proverbs 26:28

Today is the 3rd day of November. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian. It's great to be here with you today as we come to the conclusion of another one of our weeks together. And I guess we can say we are fully moved into this 11th month of the year and day by day we will step our way through it as we continue through the Scriptures this year. We’ve been reading from the New Living Translation this week, which it’s still this week, so, we’ll do that today. Ezekiel chapter 7 verse 2 through 9:11 today.

Commentary:

Alright, let’s talk about the proverb that we read today for a second. So, when I was younger, you know,  when I was a teenager, you know, I would get myself into all kinds of things just trying to find my identity. And there would be times my father, and of course I’ve lost my father, you know, he's been away from us for the last 16 years. And man…I sure wish I could hear him telling me things now. But then, and it echoes through my memory like it was yesterday, when he would observe this, when he would observe me taking a wrong path, he’d say, son nothing good can come from that. And that phrase that still lives on with me in his voice in my head pretty much describes the point of our proverb today. A lying tongue hates its victims and flattering words because ruin and nothing good will come from that. So, I mean, when we’re untruthful or we’re manipulative, even subtly, or we use insincere flattery to nudge a person into some kind of direction that we want them to go, it's not true and ruin will come and affect everyone involved eventually and nothing good will come from that. So, I mean, so let's me stark. Since the Proverbs are stark let's be stark as we think about this. If we have a lying tongue, and by that I mean if we’re a person who’s willing to embellish or diminish or suppress the truth in order to manipulate someone or to protect ourselves or to save face then we have to pay attention. And in one way or another, this means that we all must pay attention deeply. According to the proverb, hate is where this all begins. So, you know, put that in your cup and stir around. In some way, if we’re willing to…if we’re willing to lie or we’re willing to manipulate, then in some way we are displaying hate toward the person we are lying to. And that is pretty heavy because for some of us, you know, reality is sort of porous and I we embellish stories all the time or make them bigger than they are or smaller than they are. I mean, like we’re constantly being untrue is the point. But according to the proverb, if we’re gonna engage in this kind of behavior and we’re gonna be untrue, we’re going to lie then there’s hate. And we hate the person were lying to. And when we use flattery to manipulate our way into someone else's life for our own gain or for our own need, this is going to eventually cause ruin all the way around. So, it’s a tiny proverb. It’s just 11 words but it packs a massive punch. And if we’ll consider the implications of this proverb in light of our innermost thoughts, right, what's really going on inside, and our in most desires then we can see how powerful a gift it is, the Proverbs, and how powerful of a gift it is, the Scriptures. And we can see how deeply they challenge us to be aware of the impact we’re having on each other.

Prayer:

Father, we invite you into that, what are the ways that we’re manipulating people for our own gain with false flattery, with manipulative nudging, with flat out lying? We acknowledge Lord, nothing good will come from that and we ask, Father, that you help us to walk away from these behaviors because nothing good will come from it. Come Holy Spirit lead us into all truth so that we are surrounded by the truth and walking in the truth and therefore being true. Come, Holy Spirit we pray. In Jesus’ name we ask. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Good evening DAB family. It’s been a while since I called in and I just wanted to let you know that I’m praying for each of you and I love you all. And it’s so great to listen every day besides the fact that I don’t really call in regularly. Asia, I am so sorry for your loss. I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through. And I know it’s so hard to make sense of things, but I know that the God we serve, you know, will somehow or another, whether now or later, in another life, you know, will reveal, you know, why, the why that you’re looking for. When that happens __ but when you see Him, He just may. But I know that He’s going to take care of you. I know that He’s going to wrap His arms around you and He will come to the crushed in spirit and broken hearted. The trucker, I’m praying for you, believing that everything is going to be well for you. I’m praying for the father of the 15-year-old pregnant daughter. I was once too, a 15-year-old pregnant child and I can totally relate. I was a child pregnant and the mother of a 15 year old pregnant…unfortunately it’s like a repeat of itself or at least with the first one. And, so, I’m praying for all of you, so many of you, too many mention in one call - Pastor Gene, Victoria Soldier, and others on line, Lisa the Encourager, you know, Candice, you know. You’re all, all, all amazing and just know I’m praying for you. Esther from New York.

Good morning Daily Audio Bible family. I am calling with a praise report. It’s so interesting because the enemy this morning kept telling me not to call. I think I’ve called three times this week and that would be bad…stupid…and I just heard the voice telling me to be obedient. So, I am calling with a praise report. I have called because I was up all night long wrestling with the enemy, but that’s my mind I had shared with you. This is His Beloved by the way from California. But my boys were fighting, we have raccoons keeping us up all night and my husband who had been texting this woman from work all night long that week and was really bothering me. I called for prayer. I had been up all night, wrestling with the enemy in my head. And yesterday, I’m just telling you now, the power of prayer. My raccoons left. The families gone. We slept. The boys were getting on beautifully all night like normal and my husband comes back into bed at 10pm last night and tells me, I’m done texting her, not going to text her any more…out of the blue. So, I just wanted to say, there’s so much power in prayer. Not just prayer guys. I was marching around my house yesterday. My neighbor’s and family think I’m crazy. I was proclaiming, I was saying to my house, we serve the Lord. I was casting demons out of my marital bed, out of my boys’ room. I was taking action, so I don’t let that bug me. I don’t know if that helped anyone, but prayer is awesome, but we have to take action in scripture and I was just claiming my home and my family and my marriage and it’s a praise report. Hallelujah. I love you. I’m praying for all of you every morning. Brian and Jill, as always, God bless you. May the Lord protect and keep you.

Hey family, it’s Shannon from Salem Oregon. I have a couple of praises and a prayer request. One, thank you for praying for my daughter Serena. Shortly after I called and you all started praying, I remember there was a parenting __ and __ class in or area coming up. And, so, my husband and I started attending that and it just gave us the tools we needed at the right time and we were hungry for them and ready to start putting them into practice. And we’ve seen some really good things, not only with Serena but our younger two kids as well. So, that’s been really good. We also had, the kids and I, had a really amazing visit with my uncle. And I was asking you to pray for him before. And, so, the Lord just gave us a really beautiful time together. And I feel like it was a reset for our relationship. And that was just such __. Thank you for the prayer. And my prayer request is, I’m lamenting right now. And I listened to Brian’s explanation about Lamentations and I’m in torment right now. It’s not something as big as the destruction of Jerusalem but the job that my husband’s been in for 14 years, a ministry position. He’s transitioning out of that and it’s something we’ve been praying abut for a while, but just the way it came about was kind of surprising. And it’s been really painful. And we don’t know what’s gonna happen or come next. But I’d love for you to pray for us and our family. I really appreciate it. Thanks, ya’ll. Love you. Bye.

Morning Daily Audio Bible, this is Laura Lee. I really didn’t want to call but I must obey the Holy Spirit. This is for Asia and Joe the Protector as well. When I was 15 I became pregnant and also two other times that…I had abortions. And when I came to the Lord and He revealed the truth of what I had done. I stand forgiven and without condemnation. Well, three years ago I went on a mission trip to the Bahama’s after hurricane Mathew with two young ladies who had suffered miscarriages. And the Lord really was prompting me to share what I had done with them. And I didn’t know why. I didn’t want to. But as I struggled with that sharing He asked me…He let me know that I could name my babies and that they were with Him and that I would see them later. And I was able to share that with the two young ladies. And Asia, I just want you to know that one of the names is Asia. And I will see my little girl __ and you will as well. And I want to thank you both for being people who love God, who know God’s will. And I had to forgive my mom, a whole nation, all the people who weren’t around to tell me who God was and what was happening. And I…I just wanted to share that. I don’t…