#2nd gif is me checking my email

[coeurdeverre82]

[capyphoenix]

I'm baaaccckkk

Did you miss me? I still don't know wtf happened. Very weird situation especially combined with the strange (conspiracy) asks I got prior.

What happened? I was in the middle of a conversation on DM when my message wouldn't go through and gave me an error. At first I thought my wifi died on me. Happens more frequently in this weather for a little but nope all good. 2nd thought was I got logged out again which in the past weeks happened more often then the previous 3 years as lurker account combined. Nope - still logged in. I reloaded the chats and now it's giving me oops something went wrong. You think?!

Went on to my inbox and wanted to answer an ask. ERROR MESSAGE. Ahhh what's happening. This can't be a coincidence. Checked isitdown.com but they say tumblr works fine. Contacted flower who suggested I might got shadow banned. I should comment on a post and see if it pops up. Well....

It didn't. Than I had the brilliant idea to log out and log in again. As if everything would magically work afterwards. Problem was. It would not let me back in 😭 I tried over and over. Went through all the authentication steps and everything looked fine except when it should let you in it redirected back to login in page 😠

Tried to send a support ticket on the help desk but even that wouldn't work because the fucking captcha refused to work for me to let me send it in.

I tried to fix that issue unsuccessfully until I found an email for tumblr support. Great. But no.

Why do you even have the email active then? Nothing i could do but hope it somehow resolved itself.

So yeah. No fucking idea wtf happened yesterday. Puts tinfoil hat on.

Because it's weird it is the same day my asks get flooded by crazy conspiracy theories that talked about abortion, miscarriage, secret lovers, secret pact with Kvyat and male escorts and not to forget links to alleged accounts that show the alleged old nude leaks from a certain Capy lover. I probably should have wielded the ban hammer much sooner because (my own fault to ever mention the picture) anons wanted to discuss the size and how somebody should feel ashamed. Others wanted links to the pictures. Wtf is wrong with you? Or is it what Flower and I suspected: minions want me to post that shit in order to report me if I were to post it.

While we were discussing that possibility more asks came in talking bad about Max (you do realise we are fans here right) and mentioned the P word in connection to MG and I'm not talking about her daughter. This time

Interesting enough the weird asks stopped. And shortly later so did my blog. 😠

Anywayyyy... hope this works.

[carrickbender]

Just an update:

As of Saturday, at 6.10pm, I am done with my BS in Supply Chain Management. I was super worried about my final in my SQL class , so I was a stress cadet until late tgat night when my prof posted final grades and I had a solid B. Yeah, so that's done.

- Then on Friday, I had a great 2nd interview with a company out in Westport for a pretty substantial management position. The GM was really thorough, and I was pretty upbeat about the interview. Went and checked in on 2 'bridge' jobs that fell through, and I was just dejected. Stopped and got a Slurpee(like ya do!), then just as I was making the turn down the road to my house, the HR manager from the interview called me and offered me the Production Management position. It's a raise in the base pay of my old position at the mill, plus a 10% performance bonus, and a week more vacation. Mind you, it's going to be a challenge, but it's one I've been wanting for a long time. My theory?

We went and saw some cool trains. The caboose was one of the last commercially produced ever, and the long train car was owned by the Great Northern railroad and used exclusively for the route my mom used to take to see our fam in Wisconsin. Btw- the lady in the hat holding Bug? That's my mom.

(Fwiw: $3.99 for a box of glass ornaments, made in the USA? Thank you garage sales!!!)

Thank you to all of you for the good energy and faith across the miles. I'm not gonna lie, I shed a few tears of joy when I got the email with the offer. It's been so demoralizing having so many companies pass on me, telling me no when I knew I was a great choice. Now is my time to shine... And if you are in the same place, I am here for you and have lots of that same energy to give. In this house, we lift up, not punch down!

Much love yall- I couldn't have succeeded without you, and don't forget it. My gratitude will always be eternal!

[rumbelleshowdown]

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Writers-- your Round One bracket and prompts are now posted. Search for your secret pseud on the bracket post, then look for your assigned group on the prompt post.

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Good luck, writers!

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[mint-moon25]

THANKS - 2 - GOOGLE - SEARCH

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WORLD

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FIRST - OLYMPICS - ATTENDED BY

PHILIPPINES

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SUMMER - OLYMPICS

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CAPABILITY

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OF - PHILIPPINES - WOMEN's - WEIGHTLIFTING

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CORRECTION

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4 - YOUTUBE - CARRIED - 600 LBS - 2

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GRANDKIDS - THEIR - FAMILIES - 2 - DECORATE

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BUYING - ALL 3

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DUE - 11 OCT 2024

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CAN'T - ENTER - MY - WEBSITE - EVEN - AS

THEY - STOLE - MY - HP - LAPTOP

USING - ASUS - LAPTOP

MY - TEL NO - HASN'T - BEEN - TRANSFERRED

YET - BY - ULTRA MOBILE - AND - THERE - WAS

NO - EMAIL - SAYING - THEY - COULDN'T

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TALK - AND - TEXT - $28.88

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[shahronak47]

Say no to "YES" Rentals

We had recently been to New Zealand and the trip was awesome. Unfortunately, our trip ended on a bitter note. Self drive is the easiest way to explore New Zealand, I believe. We had rented our vehicle from Yes Rentals, Queenstown branch. They gave us Toyota Aqua Hybrid which had almost completed 80k kms but still was well maintained.

We stayed in Christchurch for 3 days and on one of the day while I was taking reverse in the parking, the car got slightly hit on the back. Since I was in the parking area I was slow and thankfully it did not damage a lot. I had completely forgotten about it until the last day when I came back to Yes rentals to return the car. The operator there noticed the scratch and immediately called it out.

This is the scratch

I said, ok, yes, the scratch was my mistake so I need to pay for it. I went in the office, the operator took the photo of it and sent it to his manager. He said I need to check with my boss to know how much needs to be paid. We waited for a while and the operator said you need to deposit 1000 NZD. We will check how much the cost of fix would be and return the remaining amount to you in 7-10 working days. I was shocked, I mean definitely it was not worth 1000$. It was such a simple scratch but then I thought it must be their process of taking this minimum amount irrespective of the severity of the damage so I just complied.

They asked me to fill up some form. Based on the questions in the form it was to be filled when you met with an accident. It asked when did accident occur, did you call the police etc. I definitely did not call police because of a scratch on my car :P It was end of our trip and I felt really bad to pay 1000$ for a scratch that could have been avoided. However, we had a flight to catch so we left anyway. On the airport, I thought I should have told them to take 100$ or 500$ max and should not have accepted the 1000$ that they asked me to pay upfront. After this thought, I felt more sad because I paid 1000$ + 2.5% transaction charge (25$) and I was also going to lose on exchange rate twice because of this too and fro money transfer. As I was feeling restless, I emailed them from the airport asking for estimate of the fix and how much time it will take to return the money. However, they didn't have answer to both of them.

I returned the car on 2nd March and it was 12th of March today but still there was no response from them so I send them an email asking the same question again where they mentioned that repairs are scheduled to be completed next week. I mean for me it is max 15 mins job to fix this. I think fix is a very big word for it, you can spray paint the car with the same color as your car and that's it. I am not sure why they are taking so long to "fix it".

Waited for another week and after few more follow ups invoice was generated and shared with me. You will not guess the amount they charged me to fix the scratch. The repair costed me 981.24$ . I cannot stress it enough on this 981$. I mean look at the scratch once again.

How can you attach 981$ to this? I mean I am angry and laughing at the same time. How dumb do you think I am? Definitely, me agreeing to deposit 1000$ for this little thing was not the smartest thing I did but charging 981$ for this scratch was stretched too far. They quietly returned me 18$ and said Thank you for choosing YES rentals.

Their detailed invoice looks like this :

I was actually out of words seeing this crazy invoice. I asked them to explain what does this "Real Bumper Panel Repair" mean and why is it 3 in quantity to which they replied that charge is based on 3 hours of repair work billed at 85$ per hour. They also invited me to cross verify these prices from reputable repair companies in Queenstown.

Me being a coder/developer have done quite a lot of freelance work and charging 85$/hour is not that uncommon in tech area but this 85$ for mechanic/auto technician is so much more. No offence to them but it is what it is. So I did some research as they had invited me to and found this

So from 26$ median range, they are charging me 85$. What are you fixing? NASA spaceships?

I get so hyper looking at this every time I remember it. We had lot of emails back and forth where they tried to explain me that Queenstown is an expensive place so rates are higher than rest of NZ etc. I said I understand that since I have stayed in both USA and Switzerland which are more expensive than NZ but still my head just cannot justify this 981$ for the scratch. I mean look at the scratch and put 981$ - this number against it to fix it. I simply can't accept it and the fact that you think this is "reasonable" is making my blood boil even more. I also told them that there is no way to verify these 3 hours. Who knows if you actually worked for 3 hours? Here number 3 was selected so that it solves the equation to come up with a number close to 1000$. If I had paid only 500$ upfront then hourly rate would have dropped to some less number, number of hours would be less as well and everything would be adjusted accordingly. Basically start working backwards (1000$) and find a way to produce a bill that fits the equation. 18$ were returned to make this look like a genuine company and not to make it an obvious scam.

My wife was waiting patiently till now but really got frustrated with these emails and gave them a 1 star on Google review to which they threw their standard reply. We understand your disappointment but you should drive safely and buy insurance from us (so that we can loot you further).

However, I was still fighting with them (over emails) about how non-sensical it was from them to charge me this much. On 20th of March I got an email from the manager of the Queenstown branch and she told me that she has looked into the matter closely and would like to offer me 150$ if I remove the negative review on Google (and also stopped emailing them).

So please if you are planning to go to NZ, use Yes Rentals!

Lol, you wish!! I told the manager the same thing. What you are charging me is completely unacceptable and does not make any sense. To which manager replies to me that we do not want be stuck in this unpleasant conversation, do we? Just take this 150$ and shut up. Obviously, I am paraphrasing this.

I have been keeping a watch on their Google review since my wife posted the negative review and after her review within 24 hours there were 7 , five star reviews. I doubt how many of them are genuine reviews. For me it felt that those reviews were there to cover up after her review. It achieved two objectives : 1. The newest reviews are the positive review 2. Overall average is maintained.

In the last 15 days, I have not seen their average rating move at all. It has been steady on 4.3 in spite of so many reviews. It looks as if they are trying to maintain that number by manipulating it. I know it is not difficult to buy reviews in this day and age.

I did not accept that 150$ as well because I don't think 830$ is reasonable amount for that scratch and additionally I wanted to write this post. Like their technicians, my hourly rate is very high as well and 150$ is definitely not going to cover it.

[cherryxcadbury]

Hello,

Hope you are doing fine ☺️

Here are some ideas (saw your post asking for requests haha) I have might have a (big) crush on Neymar Jr so my ideas will be with him haha :

He is jealous of your friendship with Marco Verrati

You get to know each other before new year, he spend it with Bruna but he is falling for you and wants you to trust him that they are just friends

You are Kylian best friend and you are hiding him that you and Ney have been together for a few months

You are an actress/singer, and you decide to use a movie premiere to show the world you are together

You become friends with carol (Davi’s mother)

He hears you saying that Sergio Ramos is good looking,

I know you won’t to them all, but hope it helps your inspiration haha,

Love your writing by the way,

Have a nice day 😻😘

thank you for all your ideas love 🫶 request: He hears you saying that Sergio Ramos is good looking

y/n- ur name 

2nd person pov 

You and Neymar were sprawled across your bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phones, cuddled next to one another. It was a lazy Sunday in Paris.

Peaceful, yet content.

This peace was quickly interrupted by the incessant beeping of the oven. 

You sat up, preparing to get out of bed, "The Feijoada's done." 

Neymar gently pushed you down, "You stay here amor. I'll get it." 

You shot him a grateful look, laying back down. 

"Where was that email I needed?" Desperately searching for a work related email you needed tomorrow. 

You then remembered you'd dmed it to your friend on Instagram.

"Where the hell is it?" You groaned in frustration while you swiftly scrolled through your instagram.

"Y/N, amore! It's ready." Neymar called to you, heading back towards the direction of your bedroom.

Oh screw it. You'd check later tomorrow.

Neymar stood leaning against the doorway, running a hand through his messy hair. 

You thought he looked so so good. 

You decided to quickly check any updates on your Instagram timeline and raised an eyebrow in delight when you saw the PSG account had posted a picture of Sergio Ramos, who'd been your celebrity crush as a teenager.

"Sergio Ramos is so fine." You muttered, before throwing your phone on the bed and getting up to move towards Neymar.

What you didn't expect was to almost see Neymar's ears perk up in alarm at your words.

"Who?" Neymar asked you with curiosity in his eyes. 

"Sergio Ramos. His new haircut makes him look so good." You gushed.

"Well what about my new haircut?" He inquired, folding his arms and pouting.

You laughed. It was so obvious he was jealous. Why not playing along with it? 

"Your hair is forever changing. It's hard to appreciate it when you have a new look each month." You giggled.

"They all look better than Ramos's." He uttered with disgust, rolling the r with extra emphasis. 

You shot him a challenging look, "Even those fake blonde dreads a few years ago?" 

That was before you two had began dating, but you never let him live that poor style choice down. 

Neymar shot you a snarky look. Jealousy was oozing out of him.

"Ramos isn't even that good. Do you know how many times he's been red carded?" He brought up, trying to make a point. 

"28." You smirked at him.

Neymar huffed in annoyance. He was trying to make a point but it just pissed him off that you knew that fact about Ramos.

"Regardless, he's a dirty player." 

"And you're a flopper." You countered.

 "Am not!" He protested.

"Are too!" You stuck your tongue out at him.

Then there was silence for a moment, a bit awkward to say the least. 

"Do you think Ramos is more attractive than me?" Neymar wondered aloud quietly.

You felt bad. You'd hit a nerve. Even though Neymar was virtually the most sought after player in the world, he got insecure and jealous very easily. 

You gingerly moved over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his instinctively finding their way to your waist. You rested your head on his chest. 

"I'm sorry." You mumbled.

"It's my fault amor. I get jealous too easily." He admitted.

You raised your head from his chest to meet his eyes. They were swirling with emotion, love, and passion.

"Well. Jealous or not, you'll always be the most beautiful man in my eyes." You smiled, pecking him on the lips. 

A smile found its way to Neymar's lips as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Behind Davi that is." You finished.

Neymar laughed, "That's an L I'm willing to take." 

[^^I CRINGED SO HARD WRITING THAT LINE.]

Days later, at PSG vs Lille, you were in the crowd, sitting front and center to support him. When he single handedly dribbled through the box and landed the ball at the back of the net with his signature moves, you had eyes for him and him only. 

"Wonder which celebration he'll do this time." Antonela teased from behind you. 

"Hopefully it's the Parado No Bailao one." You laughed, looking back to her. 

"I'd look straight ahead if I were you." Antonela advised.

You did as told and was shocked to see what was happening. Neymar and the rest of his teammates had run towards you to celebrate.

He'd pointed right at you, made a heart with his gloved hands, and blew you a kiss.

And very quickly, there was no other man on the field other than Neymar Jr in your eyes. 

[mint-moon25]

DEAR - SOUTH KOREA,

YOU - ASKED - 15 USA - MILITARY - BASES

2 - PROTECT - U - WELL - TODAY - GREAT

NEWS - BAD - NEWS

JOANA - BLK - SPANISH - ENGLISH - MOM

TWINS - SHE - SAID - I'M - SIGNING - THEIR

CONTRACT - 2 - LIVE - IN - LOW - INCOME

APT - BUILDING - I - SAID - HAVE - 2 - YES

RESERVE - TABLE - AT - MAIN - LIBRARY

OR - FULL

SHE - SAID - WAITING - 4 - FEMALE - TO

SIGN - CONTRACT

CAMILLUS HOUSE - MALE PSYCHIATRIST

2 - LIVE - DOWNTOWN - MIAMI

camillus house . org

SO - LEFT - SOME - ITEMS - ON - MAIN

LIBRARY - NEAR - STAIRS - WAS - TRUE

RAINING - HARD

NO - LONGER - DEE DEE - DENY

LIARS - RAPID - HOUSING - 4 MONTHS

OVER - $2,000 - FIRST - MONTH

NO - MORE - FAT - PIG - ELENA QUIROS

AND - MALE - PSYCHIATRIST - DOOR 1

LITTLE - HAVANA - BAD - AREA

NOW - CITY - OF - MIAMI

PAYS - 4 - REST - OF - $1,191

2ND - FLOOR - BALCONY

350 NW 4TH ST

MIAMI FL

I - PAY - 33% - OF - $943 - SSI

GUESS?

IT - WASN'T - FEMALE - WHO - ARRIVED

WHILE - GOING - UP - THE - STAIRS THE

POLICE - CALLED - MY - NAME

HOW - ODD

I - HAD - 2 B - TRANSPORTED - NOT - 2 A

HUD - BUT - JACKSONVILLE - ...

DIDN'T - KNOW - NEAR - CAMILLUS HOUSE

METRORAIL - FAR - CULMER

BLK - MALE - DIDN'T - KNOW - MUCH - FOR

DRIVERS

I - WAS - DISMISSED - NEW - MEDS

PAID - BY - MEDICAID

SUNSHINE - HEALTH - OF - FLORIDA

HAS - SIDE - EFFECTS - ALREADY

SLEEPINESS

PHILIPPINE - MALE - NURSE - THERE

BEEN - HERE - IN - USA - SINCE 2,000

REPLY - ME - 1979

LUZON - ALSO

ME - MANILA - BORN

ME - ASSUMPTION - CONVENT

SAN LORENZO - MAKATI

NEAR - MANILA

NEW - COLEGIO DE SAN AUGUSTIN

GERMAN - PRIESTS

GRADES 2 - 4

SAID - PO - ALREADY

I - SAID - AGE 59

TOLD - HIM - MISSED - 'PO'

JACKSONVILLE

NO - VASELINE - JELLY

NO - CHAPSTICK

MAIN - LIBRARY

THEY - TOOK - ALL - MY - THINGS

IGLOO - HAD - MY - VASELINE

1:39P EDT

HUB LOCKER - HOMEWOOD SUITE

BY - HILTON - MY - SMARTPHONE

ARRIVED

SAMSUNG - GALAXY A 15 - $177

CHECKING - EMAIL - ABOUT - THE

eSIM - JETHRO - MOBILE

90 DAYS - $25

OVER - 80 COUNTRIES - FREE

UNLIM - TEXT - AND - TALK

5 G - PREFERRED

GOT - NEW - LIBRARY - CARD

SLEEPING - L SIDE - OF - BAYFRONT

PARK - JOANA - TOOK - ALL - MY

THINGS - 2ND - FLOOR - TABLE 2

MY - VASELINE - THERE

I - WAS - ROBBED

SO - HOPE - ALL - WORKS - OUT

WITH - SMARTPHONE

I - WANT - 2 - EAT - BENIHANA

MY - NOTES - THERE - ON - MY

SPENDING

OVER - $200 - LEFT

SO - THEY - TOOK - MY - NOTES

HOW - MUCH

BUT - I'M - RENT - FREE - SEPT

FIRST - RENT - OVER - $300 ON

01 OCT 2024 - BY - APP - I - PAY

SO - PRAY - 4 - ME

MY TITHES - 10% - OFFERINGS

GOES - 2 - BENIHANA - 10 ST

BRICKELL - NEAR - TRAIN YES

STATION - 11A - 11P

WITHDRAWING - CASH

BRICKELL - CAPITAL - ONE

CAFE - GETTING - SONY - YES

EARPHONES TODAY - LOCKER

HANDCUFFS - REQUIRED - FOR

LOW - INCOME - APTS

DOWNTOWN - MIAMI

TOOK - BUS 21 - IF - I - WALK

FURTHER - WAS - 7TH - AVE

CAMILLUS HOUSE

WORLD - WAR 3

HANDCUFFS - AND - MEDICATED

2 - LIVE - IN - LOW - INCOME YES

APT - BUILDING - DOWNTOWN

MIAMI - THAT's - WHAT HAPPENS

WITH - 7% - TAXES

TRAINS - BUSES - ON - SUNDAYS

JESUS - IS - LORD

NOW - I - KNOW - WHAT - JEWS

EXPERIENCED - WITH - HITLER

KARINA K-WORLD DREAM AWARDS 240822

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Well my cousin said she had came in looking for some specialty candles that she would usually get it had some citrus scent (in case anyone wanted to know that info). The shop at the time specialized in interior decor this was from around the time she was doing interior design iirc. So she comes in looking for the specific candles and my cousin had only been there like two weeks or so and the shop had apparantly changed how often they would change out products or upgrade them so she didnt know those specific candles were out. So tara starts getting angry at her telling her she didnt understand how they were out my cousin told her she could check again or try and get a special order done. Tara apparantly wasnt having it because she said these were the only things worth going in the shop for. My cousin just stood there nodding awkwardly as Tara ranted on until she finally said to her "guess Ill have to go somewhere else from now on". So when she left my cousin talked to the shop owner and told her what happened and the owner told her why the candles werent available anymore and that it was weird she acted that way because she had been going there for a while. So the owner told her yeah that she was a bit of a perfectionist but she wanted to let her know that there would be an upgraded version of the candles if she was interested because they had some sort of members listing they would email out to. But in the end she didnt go back not even for the newer version of the candles and iirc my cousin said the shop owner was always sort of pissed about the situation because she never got a response back when they told her about the new candles. But I remember when she told me she told me her name and I didnt know about Chris and her being friends until we started crushing on him hard after one of the marvel movies so we googled him and came upon a set of pics of him with Tara and thats when my cousin pointed out that she was the mean woman that came in complaining about the candles. We were both shocked because it was so random finding that out after that happened. But thats it thats all I got and btw this is like a 2nd hand account so Im sure I missed some details. Ill ask my cousin if anything else happened during the intial convo or what not if you want but thats it.

OMG, Anon - Thank you!!!! 💜

Who knew citrus candle kerfluffle tea could make me so completely happy?

And, yeah, if your cousin has anything else, we'd love to hear it.

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Blood On The Dance Floor: Chapter 8

Hoseok x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, established relationship, thriller, fatal attraction!AU (kind of, but with major changes), smut, angst, and fluff.

Summary: What’s kept in the dark finally comes to light.

Warnings: mentions of a car accident, serious injuries, death, and stalker behavior. 

WC: 2.4K

When Hobi regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was the ceiling that was painted a stark white color and it was so bright, it made him shut his eyes again and groan out in pain. When he felt like he could handle it, he opened his eyes again and tilted his head downwards, looking around the room and realizing that he was in a hospital room. 

“Oh Hobi,” Jimin sighed in relief and Hobi turned his head slowly to the right to look at his friend. “I’m so glad that you’re ok.”

“W-What happened?” Hobi asked, coughing immediately after as he realized that his throat was dry. 

“Here, drink some water,” Jimin said, reaching over to the side table and grabbing the water pitcher that had been sitting there, filling up a small plastic cup before stepping closer to the edge of the bed and holding the cup up to Hobi’s lips. Hobi drank thankfully, swallowing down the entirety of the cup’s contents in less than 20 seconds. 

“Better?” Jimin checked. 

“Much better,” Hobi nodded. “What happened to me?”

“Well-” Jimin began but he was cut off by the door to the hospital room literally flying open and you rushing inside like a jet. 

“Hobi, oh my god! You’re ok!” You exclaimed, rushing over to the bed and wrapping your arms around your husband. Hobi moaned in pain and you backed off a little but still kept your hands on his body as if you were afraid that he was going to disappear. 

“Y/N-ah, what are you doing here?” Hobi wondered. 

“The police called me and said that you had been in some type of accident,” you explained. “They said it was serious so I took the first flight over.”

“What about your finals, though?”

“I only had one left and I emailed my professor that I’d have to take it later,” you assured him. “You’re more important.”

“Knock knock,” a voice called out and all three of you looked over at the door, watching as a doctor stepped inside. “Hello, I’m Dr. Tanaka. You are Hoseok, correct?”

“Yes, and this is my wife Jung Y/N and my friend and co-worker Park Jimin,” Hobi introduced the two of you and you all bowed lightly to each other. 

“Well, I’d say you are a very lucky man, Hoseok,” Dr. Tanaka began. “Your car went through the guard rail and rolled down the hillside before catching fire.”

“What?” You whispered. 

“With how bad it was, you shouldn’t even be alive right now,” Dr. Tanaka said. “You sustained a broken rib, a concussion, and a broken arm, as well as some 1st and 2nd degree burns to some parts of your body.”

“Ah, explains why I’m in so much pain then,” Hobi tried to joke and Dr. Tanaka smiled at the effort. 

“We can give you something for the pain but you’ll be out of commission for the next two months, at least while you heal up,” he continued. “We also want to keep you for a few more days for observation with your concussion.”

“That’s it though, right?” Jimin checked. “Nothing else?”

“Like I said, Hoseok was really lucky,” Dr. Tanaka smiled gently. “I’ll get someone in here to start you a drip and it should take your pain away considerably.”

“Thank you,” you said.

“No problem,” Dr. Tanaka nodded and he turned to walk towards the door before he snapped his fingers and turned to face the bed again. “Oh, there’s a police officer who’s been strolling the halls for the last few hours, waiting on you to wake up so that he could get your statement on the crash. I can send him away though, if you’re not up to it.”

“No, you can send him in,” Hobi agreed and Dr. Tanaka nodded before turning and walking out of the room. 

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it, baby?” You asked as you reached up and ran your fingers through Hobi’s hair. “He can always wait.”

“It’s probably better if I do it now, while everything is coming back to me,” Hobi replied and you just sighed as a knock sounded on the door and an officer in a police uniform stepped into the room. 

“Hello, I’m Officer Ito,” the man introduced himself. “It’s nice to see that you’re doing alright, after a crash that bad.”

“Thank you,” Hobi nodded. “This is my wife, Jung Y/N and my coworker and friend, Park Jimin.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Officer Ito said before bowing, and you and Jimin returned the bow. “Uh, I don’t know how comfortable you are with Mr. Park being here but if you want to spare him the details,-”

“Please do,” Jimin spoke up with a chuckle. “I’ll be down in the gift shop, finding you the biggest and most obnoxious bouquet of flowers, ok?”

“Ok, thanks for staying,” Hobi smiled. 

“Yeah, thank you Jimin,” you added.

“No problem,” Jimin smiled before pacing around the bed and stepping out of the room.

“So, do you remember anything about the crash at all?” Officer Ito questioned as he pulled out a small notepad and a pen out of his pocket.

“I do remember being in the car and going on that winding road but I don’t remember anything that would’ve maybe caused the crash,” Hobi replied. “At least, not right now I don’t.”

“His memory still seems fuzzy,” you acknowledged.

“And that’s fine,” Officer Ito assured you both. “We can always speak again later if need be. Now, we retraced your steps and found out that you were at a bar in Shimogyo-ku. Does that ring any bells?”

“Kind of,” Hobi responded. “I do remember that Jiminie and I decided to go get a drink after we finished rehearsals.”

“Rehearsals?”

“I’m a choreographer,” Hobi said. “That’s why I’m here in Japan, for work.”

“Ah,” Officer Ito nodded as he wrote some notes in his notepad. “Do you remember how many drinks you had?”

“Definitely only two,” Hobi recounted. “I’m not the best at handling my liquor and we had another rehearsal early the next morning so I didn’t want to overdo it.”

“Noted.”

“You don’t think alcohol was a factor, do you?” You wondered. 

“It’s a little early to tell, especially since Hoseok’s blood screens haven’t come back but no, we don’t think it played a part,” Officer Ito replied. “Just one last question for you and then I’ll be out of your hair to let you rest.”

“What is it?”

“Who was the woman that you left with?” Officer Ito questioned.  

“Woman?” Hobi echoed. “I didn’t leave with any woman.”

“You did, because there was a woman in the car with you,” Officer Ito said. “She was in the passenger seat.”

“What did she look like?”

“Ah, she was probably Korean, shoulder length black hair. Oh, and a tattoo of a heart on her right shoulder blade,” Officer Ito listed off. “Admittedly, there wasn’t much left other than for us to go on.”

“Wasn’t much left?” You repeated confusedly. 

“She died,” Officer Ito revealed, making you both gasp out loud. “The thing is, the fire was more so concentrated on the passenger side of the car so excuse me for being blunt, but her body was so badly charred that it’s hard for us to identify her.”

“Which is why you were hoping that I could help,” Hobi finished and Officer Ito nodded. “I wish I could but I honestly have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“We can talk again in a few days and we can see if you remember anything then, so don’t worry,” Officer Ito said as he put away his notepad. “Thank you for speaking with me and I hope you recovery quickly.”

“Thank you,” Hobi nodded. 

“Nice meeting you both,” Officer Ito said, bowing lightly before turning around and walking out of the room. Once he was gone, you sat on the edge of the bed, cupping Hobi’s cheek with your hand. 

“I’m so happy that you’re alright,” you sighed. “My heart about dropped through my ass when I got the call.”

“Mm, I’m sorry for worrying you,” Hobi murmured as he leaned into your touch. “And that you had to miss your last exam.”

“Fuck that exam,” you scoffed. “You’re more important, always.”

“Hmm,” Hobi hummed, deep in thought.

“You ok?”

“I can’t stop thinking about the girl,” Hobi confessed. “I really don’t remember anyone else being in the car with me.”

“Maybe you were giving someone a ride?” You suggested. “Or maybe it was a colleague and you just forgot they were with you and Jimin?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “It’s just so weird.”

“Admittedly, yeah but don’t worry about that now,” you told him. “You need to focus on getting better so that I can take you home and love on you.”

“Yes ma’am,” Hobi smiled gently, humming against your lips as you kissed him softly. 

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A full week later, Hobi was finally ready to be discharged from the hospital. He was still in a considerable amount of pain but it had definitely lessened over the week and he was more than ready to be back home, back in Korea, and with you. 

“I swear, if you don’t slow down,” you chastised your husband, huffing as he attempted to pull his shirt on himself. 

“I can do it, though!” Hobi shot back while simultaneously struggling to get the cast on his broken arm through the hole in the shirt. 

“Yeah, uh huh, you’re doing amazing,” you smiled sarcastically and Hobi rolled his eyes as he finally gave up. 

“Just help me please,” he sighed and you smiled as you gently maneuvered his arm into the shirt. 

“There’s nothing wrong with taking it easy,” you reminded him. “Give yourself some time.”

“I know I should but it’s hard,” he replied. 

“One day at a time,” you said and he nodded before you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “All packed?”

“Yeah, I just have that one bag here.”

“And I got your things from the hotel this morning,” you told him. “So we’re ready to head home.”

“Finally,” Hobi huffed playfully. Just then, a knock sounded on the door and it pushed open, revealing Officer Ito. 

“Can I come in?” He asked. 

“Of course,” Hobi nodded as he hobbled over to the hospital bed and sat down on the edge of it. 

“I was hoping that I could talk to you again, about some new developments,” Officer Ito explained. 

“You came just in time,” you smiled as you sat down next to Hobi. “We were just about to leave.”

“Very good timing then,” Officer Ito smiled softly. “So, I talked to your friend Park Jimin to see if he could guess who the girl was in your car by the description and he was able to.”

“Really?” Hobi gasped softly. “Who was it?”

“Lee Bora,” Officer Ito revealed. 

“Bora?” You repeated. “Your old assistant choreographer?”

“So you did work with her?” Officer Ito wondered. 

“Uh yeah, only for a few months though because she quit back in December of last year,” Hobi explained. “And how could that have been her in my car? She didn’t leave the bar with me.”

“But you did see her?”

“She showed up at the bar,” Hobi shrugged. “But like I said, we didn’t leave together.”

“How do you know it was Bora?” You questioned. “I mean, you said that there wasn’t much for you all to go on in terms of DNA.”

“There wasn’t but Jimin said that Bora had the same tattoo of a heart on her right shoulder so once he brought up her name, we looked into it,” Officer Ito replied. “She was checked into the same hotel as Hoseok and the security cameras showed that she left the evening of May 2nd and never came back.”

“She could’ve just gone home,” Hobi pointed out.

“We thought that might be a possibility, until we checked the room that she had been staying in,” Officer Ito said. “All of her luggage was still there and it looked like she intended on coming back.”

“Well, I’m sorry but I truthfully don’t think that she was in the car with me,” Hobi said.

“I’m sorry too, Mr. Jung but I have to tell you that I just don’t believe you,” Officer Ito shrugged. “We found some incriminating things in her luggage.”

“Like what?”

“We found handwritten love letters, from you to Bora, wherein you described your love for her,” Officer Ito said.

“Yeah right,” Hobi laughed. “I never wrote that girl any letters and I damn sure wasn’t in love with her.”

“We searched your room as well a few days ago, and we found her letters to you,” Officer Ito added, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper before handing it to Hobi. Upon inspecting it, Hobi had to admit that it did look very similar to his handwriting but he never wrote a letter.

“What the fuck, Hoseok?” You snapped, clearly agreeing with your husband on the fact that the penmanship looked similar to his. “You were having an affair with that girl?”

“No!” Hobi exclaimed as he shook his head rapidly back and forth. 

“The most recent letters between the two of you discussed how you both were nervous about being found out and that she quit her job at HYBE because neither of you wanted people to become suspicious,” Officer Ito recited. 

“There was never anything going on to be found out!” Hobi yelled. 

“So you deny any involvement with her?” 

“Absolutely,” Hobi stated firmly.

“You never had even an instance of flirtation between the two of you?” Officer Ito asked and Hobi sighed deeply, knowing that the time had finally come for him to be completely honest.

“Well, there was an incident in December at the HYBE Christmas party where she tried to push up on me but I rejected her,” Hobi admitted. 

“And you didn’t tell me about it?” You demanded to know. “Were you fucking her?”

“No, I wasn’t!” Hobi denied. 

“And was that the only time?” Officer Ito questioned. 

“She tried to do it again like a few days after that but I turned her down again, and she did show up at the bar the day of the accident but I told her that I didn’t have any feelings for her and that if she kept it up, I was going to go to the police,” Hobi confessed. 

“I can’t fucking believe you,” you snapped, getting up from the bed and storming out of the hospital room. 

“Y/N!” Hobi called out after you but when he went to get up, Officer Ito stood in front of him. 

“Listen, I don’t care if you were seeing this woman on the side or not,” he stated. “But I do want to find out what was going on so that I can clear you of any wrongdoing because I do believe that the accident was just that, an accident.”

“It was but I have no idea how she got into my car,” Hobi seethed. “The woman was delusional and she might’ve just caused me to lose the best thing in my life.”

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"Oh Professor~..." CHARLES LECLERC X READER

2Warning: Major flirting, READER IN 19 IN THIS SCENE, kissing, p in v, wrap before you tap, thanks mates <3

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As you sat there, in english, you couldn't stop thinking about Professor Leclerc. His fluffy hair, his suit, his rings, and his accent.. Oh lord, you're in too far deep now! You did your work in english, of course, but it wasn't all that engaging. All you did was talk about yourselves, and you weren't interested in anyone else but the professor you had next.

Thank god that the bell rang before you fell asleep. You got up, got your things and ran to the next class. You wanted to be the first one there so you ran up the 2 flights of stairs rather than waiting for the elevator that takes SUCH a long time to go up a floor or two.

Thank god, you were the first in there, but you were alone. The professor wasnt there either. It was the correct room, so you took a seat and waited. You made sure to look good for him, so you pulled your shirt down a bit.

After a couple of minutes, Mr. Leclerc entered the room, and you smiled at him while getting out your black pen and your exercise book, writing the date, and the topic of the lesson. He nodded and scanned your body up and down. You were drop dead gorgeous..

"Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N"

He said, before sitting down at his desk and plugging in his laptop to the projector. Another 5 minutes have passed, and no one was there. You then checked your emails, and everyone sent a blast email saying that they were going to be away due to the train line breaking down. Most students only came for half of the day due to being 2nd or 3rd years.

"Ah, shit. Well, the class is canceled."

Professor Leclerc said. You shook your head and chuckled.

"No, no, no, sir! I'm here, if you want to teach me, I guess!"

You said with a slight smirk before starting to copy down the notes from the first slide of the powerpoint he had projected. You were always a good student when it came to a subject you enjoyed. When you had finished, Professor Leclerc had taken a whiteboard marker, written the date on the whiteboard and smiled.

"Okay. Today we will be learning about the structure of cells. Now, Y/N, what do you know about cells?"

He said, smirking slightly at you. You tapped the pen to your lip and bit it before looking up at him again, your cheeks crimson red.

"Well.. Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, so its where it gets all its energy, right?"

You said, stuttering a bit before tying your hair up, since you wanted to make a great first impression. He chuckled, walked up to you and caressed your cheek, chuckling.

"Good girl, Y/N.. Now, let's continue the class- You know what? Fuck it."

Before you could fully comprehend what he said, he grabbed your arm, making you stand up quickly and fall into his arms. He chuckled and lifted your chin with his index and thumb finger. You were blushing and he smiled down at you.

"You're so gorgeous. Those lips, those cute eyes... Do you want me to keep going?"

You were thinking about him all day, and now that you had the outcome you wanted, you weren't just going to let it go. You bit your lip, backed away and went to his deck to clear it. Once you did, you sat on the edge of it, and you spread your legs, arching your back, trying to get him to fold and make you his.

"What do you think my answer is, Charles?..."

You said softly, giggling. He walked up to you, and immediately ripped your bottoms off your sexy body. You quickly took off your panties, placing them in his pocket, and he started kissing you. His kisses were soft, and they lit up a fire inside you, but as time continued, they got rougher... Sloppier. Charles finally slipped his finger into you while you got to work on undoing his pants. He softly thrusted his finger in there, making you needy. Making you beg for more.

"Daddy.... Oh fuck..."

You moaned softly.

He didn't realise how wet you really were until that point, and viewing your juices drip onto the tabletop made him needy beyond his wildest dreams. Charles slipped his fingers out, makign you whimper as you felt the emptiness, and brought you closer to him by grabbing both of your thighs and pulling you into his grasp. He wanted to enjoy every aspect of you before he began, so he kissed both of your legs from knee to inside of your thigh.

Your hips were already trembling at the contact when Charles finally gave you a sneaky kiss on the clit. He laughed once more at how ready you were for him to touch you. So dependent. He circled your clit with his tongue in mockery. You are restricted from moving much by his tightly wrapped arm around your stomach.

You attempted to stifle the groans that were coming out of you with barely any effort by biting down on your lip.

"Please be gentle, Charles"

You whimpered as he he eventually started applying pressure to you, the ecstasy spread throughout your skin. It became unbearable to feel his tongue squeezing between your folds and his nose rubbing against your clit while doing so.

You feel shockwaves running through you from the additional excitement of his moustache brushing against your delicate skin.

How easily Charles could push you over the brink was embarrassing. However, he knew exactly where to please you and he knew that by doing that, your eyes would roll to the back of your head, and your back would curve. You were fortunate to find him so quickly since every lady dreams of meeting a guy or girl who can make them feel this way.

Although the sensation of his tongue against you was unfamiliar, you knew you would soon be able to let go as he concurrently brought his thumb up to circle your clit. Likewise, Charles. When Charles sucked again, your breathing got rapid, you could feel your release coming closer, and the feeling was just about to take over your entire body. Your groaning against him caused him to be able to stick his tongue inside your mouth. Your smooth skin was rubbed against his stubble, which caused you to whimper into the classroom's open space. Your fucking professor just made you cum..  Wow…

He got up again, and kissed your soft lips before hearing the bell ring loudly. He quickly scribbled his number on a piece of paper. and slipped it to your bra as you put it on. You quickly put your panties and skirt on aswell, and ran out the door, trying to make it look like you hadn't just came in your professor's mouth. You knew this wasn't just going to be a one time thing.

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ATEEZ Hongjoong: Tame (Part 3)

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 5k in this part. (Part 1, Part 2, Final Part)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

Three weeks later, you could pretty much call yourself a member of a mafia gang. Well, that's what you were now even if you were in slight denial.

You spent a lot of time with Ateez. Hongjoong taught you how to shoot like a pro, Jongho taught you how to defend yourself if you don't have a weapon, and Yeosang and Seonghwa taught you medical related stuff such as removing a bullet from a body and treating a gunshot wound. Yeosang also taught you the basics of hacking, but you sucked at it. San, Wooyoung, and Aeji taught you how to seduce a target, and you nearly died of embarrassment when you had to practice with Wooyoung as the target. Jiwoo pretty much gave you some of her bubbliness while she and Yeoreum taught you a bit about illegal international business deals. The three girls also told you a hell lot about their sex lives when you all had a girls' night a few days ago. On the other hand, Yunho and Mingi were just playing 'tossing Kiah' (as they call it), which was literally just them throwing and catching you like as if you were a ball. The giants found it extremely fascinating that you were an entire foot shorter than them. Sometimes, they would use the top of your head as an armrest.

Hongjoong bought you a phone, but unfortunately, you couldn't log into any of your social media accounts, or even your email as your cousin and uncle were searching for you and the culprits who made your cousin unconscious the night he was going to sell you.

"Kiah, do want some orange juice?" Mingi asked you from the kitchen while he poured himself a glass. You nod your head and he poured some for you too. Yeosang was there as well, busy eating fried chicken.

"Hey, Kiah?" Mingi called out, making you look up at him. "You never really told us about your parents." He handed you your juice.

"My mother died when I was a newborn," you replied, sipping on your juice. "My father... well, I rarely saw him after he made me live with my uncle. Now no one has seen him in months." Both the boys noticed how sad you were when you spoke about your father. You really wanted to see him; you didn't even know whether he was dead or alive.

"What's your father's name and age?" Yeosang questioned. "I could track him or at least find out if he's all right."

"Moon Dongwoo and he's 49 years old," you answered with a small smile. "Thank you, Yeosang." 

~

After about three hours, Yeosang approached you while you were talking to Aeji and some of the boys. He sat on the couch adjacent to you after briefly greeting everyone.

"So I tried to track your father, Kiah," Yeosang stated nonchalantly. "And I found absolutely nothing."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"There are zero records of him," Yeosang explained, "Like no bank or property details… To put it in simple words, it's like as if he doesn't exist."

You frowned. "So he's… d-dead?"

"Don't know," Yeosang shrugged. "There are no death records either. There were a couple of men with the same name as him, but no one was 49 years old."

You pondered about it for a while. Why would your dad erase all traces of his existence? Even if he didn't, someone else did. But why?

"Wait," you blurted out. "Did you check with the police station? My dad is a cop."

San, who was listening to the conversation, nearly chokes on the sprite that he was drinking. "Your dad is a cop and you're here, living in a mafia gang's house?!"

"I know right?!" Yunho said from beside him and you only shrug in response.

"I checked the police station as well," Yeosang remarked. "Still no records."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "That's just strange. He's a cop, there has to be at least something about him at the police station."

"Hey, don't worry about it, Kiah," Yeosang said in a soft tone, giving you a reassuring smile. "We'll find him."

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The next day after you woke up, you found everyone seated in the living room, lost in deep thought. You quietly sat beside Jiwoo, wondering whether you should ask why everyone is so quiet.

"That's not a bad idea, actually," Wooyoung said after glancing at you while you stared at him in confusion. What idea was he talking about?

"Yeah, it's a terrible idea," Hongjoong retorted, glancing at you as well.

"Kiah," Mingi starts, grabbing your attention. "What do you think about attending a masquerade party?"

"You mean a mafia masquerade party?" you emphasized.  

"Of course," he replied.

"Ah, it's cool, I guess?" you said nonchalantly; you were getting used to the mafia life, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't like it.

"It's settled then," San stated, getting up from the couch and stretching his arms. "Kiah is Hongjoong's date for the party."

"Knew it," Jongho murmured.

"No," Hongjoong protested. "A lot of people saw her face at the auction. It's a terrible idea."

"Well, it's a masquerade party hosted by our ally," Seonghwa remarked. "No one will try shit even if they recognize her."

"Plus, we're all going to be there. We can't leave Kiah alone here," Yeoreum added and Jiwoo nodded her head in agreement.

Hongjoong sighed. "Fine."

~

"You look gorgeous, Kiah!" Aeji squealed after doing your makeup. Yeoreum just finished doing Jiwoo's hair and started doing your hair.

"Hongjoong won't be able to keep his hands to himself," Yeoreum remarked with a smirk, making you blush.

"I'm surprised he hasn't made a move yet," Aeji said.

"We all know he wants to," Jiwoo mumbled while taking a mirror selfie.

You chuckled. "Nothing has happened yet."

"Yet?" Yeoreum teased you, curling a strand of your hair with the curling iron. "So you want something to happen, huh?"

“I—”

"You obviously do."

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. "Don't accidentally burn my hair, Yeoreum!" The girls laughed at the sight of you getting flustered 

"Kiah, what are you planning on wearing?" Aeji asked.

"The black cocktail dress."

"No, you're not wearing that," she protests. "Wear the red dress Jiwoo got you last week."

You raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You'll see," she smirked.

~

After all of you got ready and slipped into your respective outfits, you went downstairs where the boys were waiting.

As soon as Hongjoong saw you, his lips parted slightly as he scanned you from head to toe. You were wearing a short, strapless red dress that fit your body perfectly, hugging your curves and exposing your highlighted collarbones. You wore silver wedges that matched the silver necklace around your neck. Your long hair was curled and your makeup was simple yet elegant.

"Hongjoong's favorite color is red, by the way. Thank me later," Aeji whispered to you, giving you a wink before she ran into Seonghwa's arms. So that's why she forced you to wear a red dress. You snorted at Aeji's words before your eyes landed on Hongjoong. He looked absolutely ethereal in his black ripped jeans and white t-shirt underneath the leather jacket he was wearing. You expected to see the guys in suits, considering it was a masquerade event, but it looked like you all were going to a club instead. Oh well, maybe this is how the mafia rolls.

You heard someone clear their throat. "Um, if you're both done eye-fucking each other, can we leave? We're getting late," San commented and Jiwoo laughed loudly at her boyfriend's words. The other eight already left and you wondered how you didn't even notice.

Hongjoong doesn't utter a word; he only approaches you and takes your hand in his, leading you to the garage. You, Hongjoong, Jiwoo, and San were riding in the same car.

San begun driving and the car was filled with Jiwoo gushing about how she loved going for Stray Kids' parties. San told you about how Wooyoung introduced Ateez to his friend, Changbin, and that's how Ateez met the rest of Stray Kids.

After a while, you reached Stray Kids' mansion. The exterior was lit up with blue and yellow lights.

Jiwoo handed you a pretty silver eye-mask and you put it on; Hongjoong wore a red mask, Jiwoo wore black, and San wore gold.

"Alright, let's party!" Jiwoo squealed, pulling San along with her, practically running inside.

Hongjoong wrapped an arm around your waist as he led you inside Stray Kids' mansion, scanning the crowd to see if he could find any of his allies.

"Ah, Hongjoong!" you heard someone say, catching your attention. Hongjoong's arm leaves your waist to hug that person.

"Chan! It's been so long, yeah?"

"Very," he agreed before glancing at you. "I see you've got yourself a girl."

Hongjoong chuckled. "This is Moon Kiah. Kiah, this is Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids." Chan stretched his hand out and you shake it.

While Hongjoong spoke to Chan, Jiwoo dragged you away to get a drink. You wondered how hyper she would be when drunk, considering the fact that she was already pretty hyper when sober.

Jiwoo got a couple of tequila shots and you only downed three.  "Only three?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," you answered with a small giggle. "I have very bad alcohol tolerance."

Jiwoo took her own shots before Wooyoung dragged the two of you to introduce you to the other members of Stray Kids. You were seriously shocked by how young and polite these men were, despite being in the mafia.

"So whose girl is she gonna be now?" Changbin asked.  

"She's Hongjoong's girl," Wooyoung answered, and you giggle at that, already a little drunk.

"Mhmm, yeah, I'm Hongjoong's girl, hi!" you squealed before realizing that Jiwoo suddenly wasn't there anymore. "Where's Jiwoo?" you pouted  

"Probably would've found someone to talk to or she's in some room with San," Wooyoung replied. "Anyway, let's get you to Hongjoong, little one."

"I'm here," you heard a familiar voice say behind you, making you jump a little before you turned around. "Kim Hongjoong, you…” you trailed off, admiring his face even though half of it was covered with the mask. "You're so fucking hot, like what the actual fuck?!"  Wooyoung and Changbin laughed loudly before they walked away, leaving you alone with a slightly stunned Hongjoong.

"How much did you drink, hmm?" Hongjoong asked, looking down at you with soft eyes. You gave him a loving smile while your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

"Three tequila," you mumbled before you suddenly squealed. The DJ started playing one of your favorite songs. "Dance with me," you whispered in Hongjoong's ear, pulling his body closer to yours.

Hongjoong danced with you for a little while, holding you close to his body so that you wouldn't trip and fall in your 5-inch heels. After the song ended, he pulled you to a less crowded area to sit on the sofas. Your heartbeat sped up when Hongjoong made you sit on his lap instead of the free space beside him. You wrapped an arm around his neck while your other hand ran through his soft hair.

"What's wrong with that guy?" you whispered in Hongjoong's ear, glancing at a green-masked guy who was sitting near you, all alone on the floor, staring at the ceiling with a huge smile.

"Probably took LSD," Hongjoong remarked after taking a quick glance at the man.

"Oh," you murmured. "He's a really bad boy. You shouldn't take drugs. Okay, pretty boy?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused by the tipsy side of you. He chuckled prettily in your ear, pulling you even closer to him.

"I don't do drugs, love." He places his cold hand on the skin right above your knee. "I'm a good boy," he whispered in a low tone. Hongjoong could clearly see how much he affected you.

"Liar," you whispered in his ear. You place a kiss right below his ear before trailing kisses along his jawline. You stopped at his chin and pulled away. When his eyes met yours, you leaned in, finally pressing your lips against his. He responded immediately, kissing you back like as if there was no tomorrow. You've never been kissed with such intensity before.  Hongjoong's hand that was just above your knee, began to move upwards. You weren't drunk, just tipsy, so you knew what was happening; you were starting to feel really excited as his hand went higher and higher.

You heard someone clear their throat. "Kim Hongjoong?"

Hongjoong halted his actions and pulled away from you to look up at the woman who interrupted him. She had orange colored hair and was wearing a dark blue eye mask.

"Oh? Royeon?" he got up from his seat, making you stand up along with him. He sounded a little excited, and that made you feel a little jealous. Who was she?

Royeon smirked. "New girl, huh?"

Hongjoong ignored her comment. "Kiah, this is my friend, Royeon."

She snorted. "Friend? I'm quite offended by that title, Joongie." she pouts a little before turning to you. "I'm his first love."

You kept a pokerface on. "That's nice. It’s a pleasure to meet you," you said nonchalantly, trying not to sound bothered about the fact that Hongjoong's first love was standing right in front of your face. She was giving you a bad vibe and you absolutely hated how she was undressing Hongjoong with her eyes. You couldn't deny that you had strong feelings for Kim Hongjoong and you were planning on telling him pretty soon.

You turned to Hongjoong with a small smile on your face. "I'm gonna go get a drink," you said, purposely giving him a kiss that lasted a little longer than it should before you left him alone with his previous lover.

You didn't get a drink. Instead, you went outside, exploring the lit up garden in Stray Kids' mansion. The mansion was a little smaller than Ateez's mansion, but was extremely beautiful nonetheless.

You walked to one of the trees that was lit up with blue lights, taking out your phone to take a few pictures of yourself.

"So Yang Daeyoung hasn't been spotted anywhere?" you heard someone say.

"No," another person replied. "He probably escaped to another country or died.”

"What about his child?" the first person asked.

"No one knows what he or she looks like. Anyway, we have to find Yang Daeyoung and his child before another gang does. I heard many gangs are still searching for him… especially Ateez and CIX. We need to get all that information before them."

You were suddenly really interested in whatever the two people were talking about. You mentally reminded yourself to ask one of the Ateez members about this Yang Daeyoung guy later.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone here?" you heard someone say behind you, words slurred.

You turned to face the man who was in a green eye-mask. "Taking pictures as you can clearly see," you answered the clearly drunk man.

He smirked. "I'm Jinseop," he introduced. "And your attitude is really fucking turning me on, babygirl."

"I didn't ask," you stated, rolling your eyes.

He took a step towards you and you didn't move an inch. "You know," he starts, placing a hand on your shoulder while he towered over you. "I heard Stray Kids have a few spare rooms here. How about we go upstairs and—"

"Get your fucking hands off her."

Jinseop rolled his eyes, not even glancing at the person.

"Now," the person growled. He froze when he finally realized who was talking to him.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized and quickly walked away, leaving you quite stunned.

"Wow, Kim Hongjoong," you remark in amusement after a few seconds. "You scared someone."

Hongjoong doesn't say anything. He only walked towards you, and you involuntarily took a step back, making your back press against the cold surface of a wall. Hongjoong towered over your short height and you could tell he loved how small you looked next to him.

He cupped your cheek with one hand and places his lips against yours, gently kissing you before trailing kisses down to your neck. Your hands immediately went up to grab his hair while he started to suck and kiss the skin of your neck, making you moan softly. He smirked against your skin, absolutely loving how he was the one who was making you feel good. He brought his lips back to yours, kissing you a little harder than before while his hands moved down to your ass, grabbing it through the fabric of your dress. You gasped at his actions and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds.

"You're all mine, Moon Kiah."

-

Hongjoong led you back inside and you immediately spot his ex-girlfriend who was trying to hit on an unbothered Yunho.

"Yunho," Hongjoong called out and the man looked at him. Royeon's attention was also now on the two of you. "Where are the rest? We have to leave soon."

"I have no clue," Yunho answered.  "Yeoreum just took Mingi to the bathroom. The man drank way too much."

You noticed Royeon glaring at you, her eyes flickering between your neck and Hongjoong's messed up hair; you realized that he probably left a nice mark on your neck. You smirked, loving her annoyed reaction. You wrapped your arms around Hongjoong's waist and he smiled at you, draping an arm around your shoulders. Yunho controlled the urge to laugh once he realized what you just did.

Royeon cleared her throat. "So Hongjoong, did you get any news on Yang Daeyoung?" You felt Hongjoong stiffen a little.

"No," Hongjoong simply replied.

She chuckled. "Oh well. That must really suck for you since all... that happened, huh?" You could tell Hongjoong was going to lose his temper. You were extremely curious about this person, considering the fact that you've heard about him twice in less than an hour. "I bet you're dying to capture him. You would've planned so much to—"

"That's none of your business, Royeon," Yunho stated in a cold tone, cutting her off.

She raised her hands up defensively. "What I'm trying to say is I'd like to help."

"We don't need your help," Hongjoong spat through gritted teeth and Royeon was taken aback. You wondered why she looked shocked; was Hongjoong a complete sweetheart to her or something when they were together?

She cleared her throat, clearly offended. "Alright… come over to my place whenever you want me, Hongjoong," she said with a smirk before she walked away. You scoffed at her words and tightened your hold around Hongjoong who was quite amused by your reaction.

He put a finger under your chin to make you look up at him. "Maybe I should take up her offer, hmm?"

You scowled. "Don't even think about it, Kim Hongjoong. You're mine."

"Say that again, baby."

"You're mine."

Hongjoong crashed his lips onto yours and you kiss him back immediately, loving the feeling of his soft lips moving with yours.

"Oh, they're finally doing something," you heard Jongho say.

"Yeah, I was so tired of hearing Hongjoong whine everyday about how badly he wanted to kiss her," Seonghwa remarked, and you smile against Hongjoong's lips. You pulled away from the kiss, smiling widely at a blushing Hongjoong.

You turned your head to look at Seonghwa. "He was whining about that?" you asked in amusement.

"Oh, yeah, all the time," he answered with a chuckle.

A drunk Wooyoung laughed loudly. "That's not all! Hyung was also complaining about how Hongjoong junior was aching for—" Hongjoong smacked his palm over Wooyoung's mouth, stopping him from exposing him.

"Hey, let him complete," you stated, amused by the whole situation. Hongjoong shook his head in disagreement.

"We have to leave," Hongjoong changed the topic. "Yunho, go get Mingi and Yeoreum. Seonghwa, call San and Yeosang."

"Yeosang's getting some upstairs after so long," Yunho revealed. "He'll be shit pissed if you guys interrupt him."

Wooyoung chuckled. "After so long? He got pussy last week! And he's with the same blonde chick upstairs."

"No wonder he was the most excited to come here," Jongho mumbled.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Well, I want to leave now. Anyone else wants to come?"

"Hyung, you and Aeji can go," Yunho said to Seonghwa. "Aeji's really tired. I'll come with the rest."

Seonghwa nodded and the four of you leave first, walking to one of three cars. Seonghwa had to drive after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors to Hongjoong.

After he began driving, you wanted to ask who this Yang Daeyoung guy was, but you thought now didn't seem like an appropriate time; you didn't want to interrupt the peaceful silence in the car.

You were feeling quite drained out, so you rested your head on Hongjoong's shoulder, trying your best to not fall asleep.

“Sleep, Kiah,” he mumbled, bringing your body closer to his. “I’ll wake you up when we reach,” he said, although he had no plans of doing that.

“Okay…” you closed your eyes, sleep taking over your body within a few minutes.

Hongjoong placed a soft kiss on your head. “I love you…”

5 months later.

As soon as Hongjoong came back home from his mission and stepped into your bedroom, you ran into his arms. “I missed you so much!” you mumbled against your boyfriend’s chest while he embraced you.

You started dating Hongjoong around three months ago when he finally got the courage to confess that he fell in love with you. To his relief, you were just as head over heels in love with him. The boys sometimes refer to you as ‘the one who tamed his temper’ as Hongjoong didn’t get annoyed very often anymore. You had also grown used to the mafia life, and you often found yourself enjoying it more than you should. You knew almost everything about the boys and the world you were now a part of. They even let you go on missions, sometimes letting you go solo. Hongjoong was always a little hesitant as he was scared something would happen to you, but he was getting used to it.

“I was only gone for a week, love,” Hongjoong chuckled and you sighed.

“It felt like years.” You pulled away from his chest to look at him. You pecked his lips before moving to sit on your bed, your boyfriend mirroring your actions.

“I got you a lot of chocolates,” he said, reaching out to grab your hand, intertwining it with his own. “I’ve kept them in the fridge.”

You smiled, lying down while you played with Hongjoong’s hand. “It’ll get over in two days,” you stated, knowing the boys would finish it before you could even grab a piece.

“Then I’ll go back and get you more.”

“I’d rather you stay here with me,” you mumbled, arms reaching out to hug your boyfriend. Hongjoong settled in your embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your hand moved to his hair, playing with his strands. Hongjoong couldn’t help but place a kiss on your sensitive neck, causing a chill to run down your spine. He began placing more kisses on your neck, smirking when he felt you grab a fistful of his hair. He trailed kisses from your neck to your jaw and finally to your lips.

“I love you,” he murmured, moving to hover above you. Cupping your cheek, Hongjoong gazed at you with nothing but love and adoration, making your heart race.

You grinned at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” You pulled him into a kiss which he eagerly responded to. Lips moving with yours, Hongjoong took your bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on it before licking your lip as a way of asking for permission. You parted your lips wider, letting him slide his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues danced in a slow rhythm while Hongjoong rolled his hips against yours, making you moan. You gently pushed him away, making him look at you with a worried gaze, thinking he went too far. But you pushed him further, making him lie down on his back before you straddled his hips. Your hands pulled your t-shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor. Hongjoong’s eyes moved to your bra clad chest. You reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your chest.

“Can I touch you?” he asked. You took his hands, placing them on your chest in response. Hongjoong gently squeezed your boobs, thumbs running over your hardened nipples. He sat up a little so that his face could reach your chest. He placed kisses on your sternum before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking on it, licking the small bud. He mirrored his actions for your other nipple, and your back arched in pleasure. When he pulled away, you immediately crashed your lips onto his in a hungry kiss. You involuntarily grinded down on his hard-on, a groan leaving his throat. Hongjoong’s hands moved to your hips, helping you move faster on his bulge.

“I want you, Joong,” you moaned out, making him get harder.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asked.

“Yeah. I want you to fuck me. Please,” you begged. You weren’t a virgin, but this was going to be your first time with Hongjoong.

He only smiled, halting your movements on his bulge. “Let me prep you, baby. Sit on my face.” You got off his lap to take your jeans off along with your panties. Hongjoong also stripped out his clothes, leaving himself bare in front of you for the first time. You involuntarily bit your lip, taking in the sight of his thick, hard cock. He looked absolutely irresistible.

Hongjoong climbed back onto the bed, lying down while he waited for you to straddle his face.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, a little hesitant to put your weight on his face.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he chuckled. “Sit comfortably.”

You lowered yourself onto his face, making sure you didn’t put all of your weight on him. Hongjoong's hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth. He wasted no time in lapping at your slit, collecting your wetness on his tongue. He moaned at your sweet taste, tongue dipping into your hole, his nose pressing onto your clit. He moved his mouth to latch onto your clit, giving your nub a few sucks before moving back to your hole. “Fuck!” you moaned, hands reaching down to grasp his hair while he fucked you with his tongue. You felt the familiar knot forming and you warned Hongjoong that you were close. He licked up and down your slit, lapping at your clit, pushing you to your high. You moaned out his name while you came on his face and he wasted no time in licking up your juices, a drop rolling down from his lips. When you moved your pussy away from his face, you got wetter at the sight of his lips glistening with your juices.

You moved down his body to return the favor, but he stopped you. “I’ll let you do that another time, babe. But now I really need to be inside of you.” Hongjoong sat up, piling pillows behind him before leaning back on it. “Are you on the pill?” he asked while pumping his cock.

“No…”

He groaned. “I don’t have condoms on me right now. They’re in my room.”

“It’s okay, you can just pull out,” you stated.  

“Are you sure, my love?”

“Mhmm.” You moved to straddle his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance. You sank down on his length, the stretch making you whimper. Once Hongjoong was fully inside of you, you placed your hands on his abs, slowly moving yourself up and down on his cock, coating it with your arousal. Hongjoong bucked his hips up to meet yours half-way. You leaned down to kiss him while you rolled your hips against his. You pulled away and smiled at him before you increased the pace. Your hands reached back to grab his thighs while you rode him. Hongjoong watched your boobs bounce along with you, the sight making him groan. When Hongjoong felt himself getting close, he switched positions, slipping out of you, making you whine. He only giggled, leaning down to peck your lips before he gripped your waist. Without any warning, he slammed his cock into you, making you gasp, your walls clenching violently around him while he fucked you hard and raw.

You gripped the bedsheets beneath you, feeling the knot forming in your lower area. “J-Joong… I—”

“I know, baby, I’m close too,” he groaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy. “You’re taking me so well, fuck.”

Hongjoong moved one hand down to your clit, his fingers rubbing your nub in circular motions. You screamed his name when your second orgasm washed over you. Hongjoong pulled out immediately, spilling onto your stomach. You reached out to pump his cock, milking him dry. Hongjoong collapsed beside you, body coated in a thin layer of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. He pulled you into a sweet kiss a few seconds later.

“That was amazing,” he murmured against your lips. You smiled, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “Let’s clean up, hmm? Shower with me?” You nodded, letting him carry you to the bathroom.

[odinsravendutchess]

2nd Bariatric Surgeon Fired…

So I had to have a special swallow study done for my bariatric surgeon. It was no walk in the park.

I live 2 hours from the hospital it was going to be done at. So I made the appointment and was told to be at the hospital for an 8am appointment. I was supposed to be mailed paperwork but they didn’t do that.

I drive 2 hours 1 way to be told my appointment was at 11:30 so I had to wait. Not happy, but fine! I was going to at least get my info so I could look at my chart. So I got all the info to do that.

I look in my chart to find the labs I did 2 months ago were low. It was my iron. I have a medical history of a rare bleeding disorder that pairs with anemia. It’s called immune thrombocytopenia purpura aka ITP.

I had a hysterectomy and I’m 37. There is not explainable reason as to why I have low iron other than something is going on that we don’t know about causing this.

I had my swallow study done. Everything was normal.

The bariatric surgeon didn’t think it was a big deal and the surgeon’s nurse lied about what she communicated to me in my chart.

Every call or email is saying I had a call or email with the surgeon. I didn’t talk or email the surgeon. I called or talked to a receptionist or nurse. I have only talked to the surgeon once. The hospital did that to bill my insurance more.

So I told the “bariatric coordinator “ what happened. She disregarded me entirely and was acting like I was the problem so I hung up on her and emailed the bariatric nurse to tell her I was firing them.

Then I filed a grievance with the medical facility explaining everything that happened. They called me back and they want me to report it to the hospital campus, which I am going to do here in a moment.

The bariatric nurse emailed me back and tried to say she didn’t falsify anything even though she did. She also tried to say she didn’t call but emailed it to me, which I didn’t ever get an email over my iron levels.

And now I am upset with the bariatric surgeon because she wasn’t taking my health issues seriously.

If my iron gets any lower I will be in serious trouble, we’re talking being admitted, (I don’t get to be in med/surge, I am a direct admit to ICU), and transfusions. I currently can’t have surgery at all because I have a high risk of complications just from my low iron levels alone.

I got my “Dream Team” of doctors on it though. I have my PCP (internal medicine), Endocrinologist, Gastroenterologist, and my Immunologist looking into it.

My Immunologist will figure it out in like 2 minutes. He is crazy super smart and has worked at a transplant hospital before starting his own practice. My labs indicate low iron due to chronic illness (from my research) meaning my iron needs to be monitored closely for the rest of my life. I see all my “Dream Team” doctors in the next 2 weeks.

Why am I posting this;

CALL OUT THOSE WHO WRONG YOU, ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO HAVE YOUR LIFE IN THEIR HANDS.

As health care professionals, we are human. We are not gods. We are not above you. Every life is worth caring for and supporting. Every life matters. Patients are not pay checks and to treat them as such is beyond despicable and unforgivable.

I am a very aggressive health care professional because I treat my patients like family so if someone tries to give my patients or their families (I’m specialized in pediatric high acuity more specialized in rare illnesses) a hard time, I will have it out with them.

As a patient I am very aggressive to get on top of things and to be compliant because at the end of the day, how can my patients and their families trust me if I don’t practice what I preach?

[friisans]

...what's up, guys! so in honor of Altertale's 5th anniversary, i've decided to open up a small contest for yall :) the details are pretty straightforward, so let's get started shall we?

🍒Theme🍒

the theme of this contest is Altertale, however, sub-AUs are perfectly fine. below is a list of universes you may use for your entry:

Altertale (link)

Alterfell (link)

Alterswap (link)(link)(link)

Alterreap (link)(link)(link)

Alter(insert AU variant of your choice)

more info undercut!

🍒Mediums🍒

this contest will only be accepting:

traditional art entries

digital art entries

🍒Submissions🍒

there are 2 ways you can submit your entry:

method 1: post your entry and tag it as #ATcontest2021 via tumblr, twitter, or instagram and I will check these platforms regularly for submissions

method 2: email your entry to: altertalecontest@gmail.com (if you use this method, please remember to include your username and which platform you're entering from, it is very important that you do this)

please do not submit your entry more than once to the email

please do not submit your entry via tumblr's submission feature

please do not submit your entry via tumblr DMs

🍒Entries🍒

two (2) separate entries per person is allowed, however, only one of them would be able to win if selected (meaning, one artist cannot win 2 different prizes)

depending on the number of entries, I may open up an archive / sideblog for anyone interested in checking out the entries as they come. if opened, i’ll make an announcement and it'll be updated once a week until the contest is over

🍒Do's and Dont's🍒

your entries (can / shouldn’t) include:

✔️Ships

✔️Comics

✔️Lore / headcanons

✔️Altertale: NextGen (link)

✔️additional swaps and characters (but the original 6 swaps must remain intact)

❌Incest and pedophilia

❌Offensive content

❌Goatcest

❌Fontcest

❌Frans

(❌ = disqualified)

🍒Prizes🍒

🥇1st place: $150

🥈2nd place: $100

🥉3rd place: $50

4th place: free halfbody commission (fullcolor)

5th place: free bust commission (fullcolor)

6th - 10th place: honorable mention

🍒Dates🍒

all submissions are due May 15th, but there will be a 3-day grace period afterwards before the contest is officially closed

results will be announced the following week, or the week after

🍒Important!🍒

if you happen to win any of the first 3 prizes, you must have an available and working account with GPay (google pay) where your prize can be sent

paypal and other platforms will not be accepted (so please don't ask)

...and that's it! thanks for reading, and I look forward to seeing how this goes! goodluck, have fun, and feel free to like, share, and reblog! 

(questions or concerns? shoot me an ask, and i’ll do my best to answer!)

[jennamoreci]

Quarterly Goals Recap

It’s that time of the year again!

For those who are new here, every quarter (3 months) I create a list of roughly 20 goals I’d like to accomplish during that timeframe. These goals are mostly work related, but they can also be personal, self-improvement based, or basic life shit I really need to get done.

Now 20 goals are A LOT, and ain’t nobody gonna be able to do all of ‘em every quarter. So the idea is to get at least half of them accomplished. This gives me wiggle room in case life happens (and it always happens).

Thus, if I get at least half of my goals accomplished, I *win* the quarter. If not, I lose, and I gotta announce my failure here on the internet for everyone to see.

The 2nd quarter of 2021 is over, which means it’s time to see how I did! Let’s get to it:

🙌🏼Goals April - June 2021:

❌Make more YouTube playlists - you can check ‘em out here!

❌A personal finance goal

❌A second personal finance goal

Write 100 pages of TSA - I was 100% on track to complete this goal, and then Cliff was hospitalized and I lost three weeks of writing. So fwiw, not my fault!

❌Write a short story - It’s currently with my critique partners :) 

Overhaul my mailing list - In progress!

❌A bookish income goal

❌A YouTube goal

❌Hold a book sale - If you missed it, don’t worry, more will be coming.

❌Hold a merch sale - Same idea here.

Review 5 books on BookBub - I hate ragging on books, so I only review books I consider 4 or 5 stars. The books I read this quarter were...not... >.>

Learn Quickbooks

Clean out my digital photo albums - I did the phone but not the computer.

❌See family once a week - This ended up being easy to accomplish since we moved in with my parents while Cliff is recovering.

Replace car battery 

❌Get Butters used to having her teeth brushed - She has finally adjusted!

❌Throw an IG Giveaway - Let me know if you want me to do more of these :) 

❌Run a charity drive - A huge thank you to everyone who donated!

❌File taxes 

❌ Change email signature 

❌Organize my video titles and playlists 

❌Register Buttercup as an emotional support animal

❌Modify Cliff’s CRPS diet

As you can see, I completed 17 out of 23 goals, which means I won the quarter!

Not gonna lie, I’m super impressed with myself for this. Considering the fact that Cliff got deathly ill and was in and out of the hospital, I’m surprised I got so much accomplished.

Anywho, it’s time to set goals for NEXT quarter. Here we go!

🙌🏼Goals July - September 2021:

Write 100 pages of TSA 

Edit my short story

Share my short story

Overhaul my mailing list

Quarterly income goal

Quarterly YouTube goal

Hold a book sale

Hold a merch sale

Finish optimizing my YouTube channel

Implement a better interview set up

Quarterly business goal

Super secret media goal >.>

Learn my new accounting software

Clean out my digital photo albums 

Replace car battery 

Whiten my teeth

Edit my website 

Declutter the house 

Will I succeed? Will I fail? Find out in 3 months :P