#House Hunting Update

[dynamicdouble]

Property Hunt 22 - Another Close One!

Here's 2/2 of the property hunt updates I've missed but that's not all, more content will be coming out soon! #BuildMyAccessibleHome #Disability #Accessibility #PropertyHunt #FirstTimeBuyer

A Quick Find Close to Home Shortly after seeing the property in the previous property hunt update, I found another property conveniently situated near my current home location. However, something was different this time around with the property I was seeing, something I had been searching for a while… The Viewing Before I proceed, I want to make you all aware that this property was viewed by…

[skellydun]

bound my first journal today!!!! and boy is it fucked up!!!! can't wait to try my hand at a book next!! we're doing it lads we're fighting the depression with poking yourself 4738292 times with a needle

[fraternum-momentum]

WE'RE GETTING EVICTED FROM OUR APARTMENT.

[swiftsaltsweet]

Fic updates

Hunt for Kyoshi: Lord help me and this writers block. I know what must be done but the words I want aren't flowing like I want. orz (we are 7 pages into ch 12, but god it is hard). I plan on finishing Arc 1 around chapter ch 15 I believe.

Thief in the Avatar's Estate: Still on hiatus after finishing Arc 1. The first chapter in arc 2 (aka chapter 11) is 16 pages long *sobs* Not completed. Might split it into two chapters *sigh* Don't want to but que sera sera (just know where ch 12 ends is where I wanted ch 11 to end u_u).

Two Knives: Working on, hopefully, the final chapter of Arc 1 (I'm afraid of it being split into two chapters too TT0TT). This fic will have an interlude of Rangi's POV of the previous chapters before going into arc 2. Still need to write 1.5 chapters of Rangi's POV (wasn't planning to but....eh I kinda think I should now. 8U)

The Fire Sage Fiasco: Chapter 4 is started but not very far. It's more or less planned out though.

Kyoshi's PR Manager: Ch 2 hasn't really been written yet, but I did get the doc started. Wanted to wait until I finished Reckoning of Roku. And guess who did? Yay! :D No idea when the next chapter will release.

The Tragedy of Kyoshi: Has to be put on hiatus/back burner because of stupid Reckoning of Roku BS >_> Wah.....

Hyde in the Shadows (Wednesday fandom): I still have episodes.....I need to fix up. TT0TT One day you'll get updated again......one day.

The other Rangshi/Kyoshi related fics that haven't been written yet but are threatening to come out of the closet: Back! Back I say! 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

Chapter 1 of two unpublished Wednesday related fanfics: One day I'll get back to you too. TT0TT

Multiple chapters of a multi work Bellice fic: One day you'll see the light of day. m(_ _)m

[brown-little-robin]

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[acourtofquestions]

SHE GAVE THE AMULET😭

[harundraws]

i’m so tired of working !!!!! i want to quit!!!!!!!!

[hotchocolateandpillowforts]

A little home buying update (that ended up requiring a read more apparently):

We are now 15 days out from closing on our house. We had the Blue Tape Inspection today which I didn't know was a thing before we got started on this process. It's where the buyer of a new build goes around and puts a piece of painter's tape on whatever needs to be addressed by the builder before closing. We had a few scuff marks on walls, paint that needs to be touched up, a doorknob that got dented somehow after instillation that needs to be replaced. Lots of fun and stress. We also measured out a few spaces for furniture reasons. After that we took a few boxes to my Mother-In-Law's for storage before we move. She lives way closer to our new house than I would really like but I also know she's not going to just randomly drive over to our house because she's not like that. THOUGH, remind me after we've closed on the house to tell you a funny story about the time she DID just randomly drop by the house.

I have the day off from work so after we got home I packed a couple of boxes, went to the gym, read for a couple of hours. I've been trying to take it a little easier today than I normally do on a day off lately. There's really not a TON I can pack right now with the lack of storage we have in this apartment for packed boxes. Plus I'm going to probably have a really stressful month at my job until I get transferred the day before Halloween (because my current boss is petty as shit and hates that I'm the 5th person in the past 6 months to get a transfer--yes, literally 5 of us in my department, and there have been more since my request to transfer).

Speaking of near Halloween! We also hired our movers. We're actually going to sell or take to the dump a lot of our living room furniture so the cost is lower than expected. We're only taking a loveseat with us from that set. We've had this furniture since I moved in with my husband about a decade ago so it seriously needs to be replaced. We just kept saying "Oh, we'll buy a new couch when we buy a house." "Oh, we'll replace the table with all the kitten claw marks in it when we get a house." So, I guess it's going to be the day soon enough.

[dynamicdouble]

Property Hunt 21 - Cosy Box with Modern Flair

Catching up on the missing 2 updates for my latest property hunts. This is number 1/2 so make sure you keep on the lookout for 2/2! #BuildMyAccessibleHome #Disabled #Accessibility #FirstTimeBuyer #PropertyHunting

What’s In The Box? Would you like to see what I have in my box? Well, this isn’t my box, but another property viewing! This property came up near my current location a couple of months ago, and after the viewing, I left with mixed feelings despite it being a really lovely property. The property market is still pretty difficult to navigate as a first-time buyer, but searching is all part of the…

[cmdonovann]

uh, sort of tangentially related to my bookposting, look! the rosaries and necklaces and stuff for my kofi shop are finally organized!

(coughs) pay no mind to the fact that all the books for my shop are a mess rn tho >_<

[lead-acetate]

Chapter 5 Darksider(ish)! Fox,

in which a family drama becomes a legal drama. And there is Satine!! And Quin gets introduced to her! Very important to the plot (not), thank you for your attention.

[hellsbellssinclub]

House hunting is going terrible

The area I am looking at is really popular. It is close to the beach, direct transport to the city and is right near a major shopping centre, so very popular

Every single inspection I have gone to has had over 20+ people there. Every single one.

And it’s not like I am looking for expensive or quality places, all of them are 1 bed 1 bath places.

Nearly all my rejection emails have been the same “high number of applicants”

It is hard 😩😩😩

So my plan is to expand my search a little by seeing if I can swap train lines and see if that will work

Because I plan on taking a train into work (because fuck city driving + paying for parking at work and trying to even get a park) and where I am looking at currently had a train that goes to one station that is then a 10 minute tram away from the hospital

There are two other train lines I can look at

One is in the more expensive area (as it is right next to the beach) that stops at a station that is ?15 minute walk away from the hospital

The other is more cheaper area but is further out of the way but also stops at a station that is about 20 min walk from the hospital

Tomorrow is my day off so I am going to take the cheaper train line (which is the closest line to me) and see for myself how long it takes to get to the hospital from that station

And then I will walk back to the station and go into the city to go to the comic book shop and buy Sabretooth dead don’t talk and other comics

Just because things are difficult rn doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy comics

[issak]

Well damn ....... other people would have seen the writing on the walls, but I take pride in truly minding my own business so I truly didn't see it coming.

All things considered I took that eviction notice with dignity ( I think) I mean what's there to say besides "got it boss" no place for emotional outbursts.

Sooooo guess who is gonna stop by LUSH and buy themselves bath bombs and have themselves a steaming bath on the weekend? With bubbles and all that pampering, I kept thinking they are a waste of hot water, but who knows if my next place will even have a decent shower ......

Ahhhhhhh I HATE MOVING

I'm gonna boil myself alive ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[ribosomeraisin]

pain pain pain pain anguish pain suffering malaise pain

[panderp123]

✨Life Update!✨

The last few weeks have been tough without my job. However, I visited my grandparents the other day & my Nan says I looked much happier 😨!

Was I showing the strain on my face? As much as I loved my job I was constantly at home, night shifts & sleep schedule was askew. 💤

In the past 2 weeks, I've got back into walking & being out more. I reached my small goal of getting 5k steps done (2.5 miles) & I don't feel as stiff as l used to. I don't feel lost or anything.

While peeps were at Lvl Up my sis & l binged Bluey. Let me tell ya...watching that has made me grieve for my childhood being gone & it was utterly hilarious. Bandit is my favourite 💙

We're moving house this summer & it may not be our childhood home but it's a new chapter my family are dealing with this year. 2024 is about a lot of changes & new chapters.

My sis & I are looking forward to it. We may not be as active this summer for a while.

Once we've moved I'll be job hunting again but until then I'm focusing on getting more active, and productive & working on myself

[beloveds-embrace]

(Poly 141 x fem reader)

You had always been their sweetheart.

Soft, tender, and gentle- the heart of their home. The warmth in the spaces between them, the one they curled around after long days of violence, soothed by your touch and your voice, the way you cared for them without hesitation. No matter how much blood stained their hands, no matter what nightmares haunted their sleep, you were there. Unshaken. Unyielding in your love, hands gentle and soft as you cradled them close and warm.

So they had never needed to know about the things you kept buried.

The past you refused to unearth. The things you could do, the person you had been before them- before you had a home to call your own, before you had people who held you just as carefully as you held them.

They didn’t need to know, and you didn’t need to think about it.

Until they went missing.

You first learned something was wrong when John’s daily check-in didn’t come.

It had always been a habit of his, something he did without fail, no matter how far away he was. Just to let you know I’m breathing, love. That was what he had said, years ago, the first time he had explained it to you. You had teased him for it- What, you don’t trust me to not burn the house down?- but he had only smiled, voice steady and sure when he told you, I like knowing you’re safe.

It had never failed. Not once. Even when he himself could not text you, Lasswell herself assured you they were fine and merely had to be careful.

But now came the silence.

No messages. No calls. No updates.

You tried not to panic. They were on a mission, after all. Maybe something had gone wrong with their comms, or maybe they had been forced to go dark, and Lasswell was busy. It had happened before, and they had always come back to you, whole and alive, pressing their faces into your neck, murmuring apologies and reassurances.

But then a full week passed.

Then two.

And no one would tell you a thing and Lasswell wasn’t picking up, either.

You had tried- had called, had knocked on doors, had pushed until you were met with polite deflections and stone-cold refusals.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but that information is classified.”

“There’s nothing we can share at this time.”

“We appreciate your patience.”

Patience.

As if you would sit here, helpless, and just wait. Hopeless, and helpless, and unable to do a single thing to help then.

No. No, you had done that before. You had waited before. And it had cost you everything.

You weren’t that girl anymore. You weren’t a victim of circumstance, hoping for scraps of kindness, praying for someone to do right by you.

If no one would help, you would do it yourself; because they were yours, and they were the best thing that have ever happened to you, and you weren’t going to lose them.

Tracking them down was easier than you expected.

You had spent years curating the image of someone soft and harmless, someone not worth keeping secrets from. And people loved to talk. Especially when they thought you were just a grieving, desperate woman trying to find a lost fiancé and his friends.

All it had taken was a few well-placed words, a few tearful looks, and doors had opened.

It had taken only days to pinpoint their last known location, then. After you’d hunted down Laswell, and had her help you. Though you were glad to see that she was working to find out where they were, as well, and merely lacked the manpower because of some general named Shepherd.

You filed the name away for later thoughts.

A warlord with connections to arms smuggling in Eastern Europe. An old base, abandoned by one regime and taken over by another. And your men had been sent in to dismantle it.

But they hadn’t come back. MIA, the reports said.

You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate. You didn’t care for those three letters. You moved.

You gathered supplies, mapped out your route, planned your approach with the precision of someone who had done it before. You emptied old caches, dusted off weapons you hadn’t touched in years, and set off.

The infiltration was clean; a single shadow among many, slipping between patrols, cutting down obstacles with silent, brutal efficiency. Years it may have been, you hadn’t gotten as rusty as you’d feared you’d be.

You had never been squeamish. You had learned long ago that softness had no place in survival- but it could thrive and bloom in the aftermath, a stubborn weed that eventually makes way for a full bouquet.

But this was different.

This was fury burning in your blood as you carved a path forward, every movement precise- you couldn’t afford any less.

You didn’t stop, no matter what.

Not until you found them at last, and your heart ached something fierce abd sharp in your chest.

Caged. Beaten. Bound but not broken- and drugged.

I should have been more rough, you mourn for a split second. An easy death was more mercy than what was deserved.

John’s head lifted first, eyes glassy and unfocused. “Love-?”

Then Simon, bloodied but breathing, his body sluggish with whatever chemicals they had pumped into him. Every part of him was covered in blood and cuts.

Johnny’s voice, then, hoarse and raw, full of disbelief and worry. “No. No, you’re not- this insnae real-“

And Kyle, whose breath hitched as you knelt beside him, gentle fingers brushing against his bruised face.

They thought they were dreaming; they thought you weren’t real.

And maybe that was a… mercy.

Because if they had been clear-headed, if they had seen what you had done to get here, if they had watched the way you had cut down anyone in your path with merciless efficiency-

They would have looked at you differently.

And you couldn’t bear that. To have their illusion of your gentleness shattered like that…

So you played along.

Whispered reassurances, pressed kisses to sweat-damp foreheads, untied their bindings with careful hands. You coaxed them to move, guided them through the corridors you’d emptied, wiped away the blood that dripped from their skinz

And when they sagged against you, too dazed to fight, too lost in the haze of their drugged delirium, you held them-

Kept them safe, and brought them home.

Later, they woke in a hospital, clean and stitched and safe.

You were already there, fussing over them, your voice soft and sweet, your fingers gentle as you pressed cool cloths to fever-warm skin, brushed stray curls from foreheads, adjusted pillows and blankets with quiet determination. Dressed in something white and pink, the colors of innocence, nails cleaned of blood even if your hands will never be truly clean.

You looked the same as ever.

Pretty and delicate, their lovely girl, their tender-hearted sweetheart.

And for all that had happened, all that they had suffered, all that you had done-

They never suspected a single thing, and you didn’t tell them; didn’t tell them that there had been no extraction team. That there had been no grand military rescue- not even from the the same military that had abandoned them.

(His name was General Shepherd. You will not forget it- you’d need to carve his name on the bullet you’ll save just for him, after all.)

That it had been you.

Only you.

Only Laswell knew the truth, and she would keep your secret because she understood what it meant to protect the people you loved.

And if you had to carry this weight alone to keep them from ever looking at you like you were something other-

So be it.

You sat beside John, pressing a kiss to his temple as his fingers curled weakly around yours.

You smiled at Simon when his hand brushed against your knee, seeking reassurance, seeking you, his eyes tired.

You let Johnny hold you, his arms tight around your waist as he mumbled something unintelligible against your shoulder, still half-lost in the remnants of the drugs.

And when Kyle murmured: “At leas’ you’re safe, pretty.” His voice thick with sleep-

You just smiled and ran your fingers carefully through his hair, and held them the way you always had.

And pretended that everything was exactly the same.

(Part Two)