#I just feel more physically tired day by day and it feels like I am being lazy and not trying hard enough

[zezacle]

One day there was a knock on the door. Having just made a cup of tea, I joyfully opened the door. "Who is it?"

"Federal Bureau of Investigation, Agents Davies and Rhine. We have a warrant to search the premises." I felt the man slap a piece of paper on my chest as he pushed past me.

"Hey! Woah woah woah woah!" I yelled, trying to corral them in my foyer.

"Read the warrant, interfering with our search is grounds for arrest." The other voice sounded.

"Do you know who I am? Because you should, if you're searching my place, which means you should know that I can't read this sheet of paper." There was a moment of silence. "Which means you assholes could be anybody. I wanna feel your badges and I want someone other than you to read this paper to me."

"That's not how it works." They pushed passed me, spilling a bit of my tea on the floor.

"I'm calling my fuckin' lawyer." Flustered I set my tea down and rushed to the phone. My voice recorder and most of my research was in the safe. I hope I locked it.

Silhouetted in the light of the window I could see the two of them begin to dismantle my study, which only stressed me out even more. "Yes, hello? I need to speak to Damien Boone immediately, I have two federal agents RAMPAGING through my house and a search warrant I physically can't read. Yeah- fine I'll hold."

"What the fuck is that?" One of the men asked alarmed. I heard him draw from his holster and saw his arms extend from his silhouette. The other one turned and quickly followed suit.

I let the phone dangle from the cord and stepped forward. A black blur with two yellow dots. "That's Frank, my cat."

"That's not a cat!"

Tears welled in my eyes. "Please don't shoot Frank."

Suddenly, the blur streaked forward towards the men. Both of their guns rang out. The noise was so deafeaning and startling, I fell backwards to the ground. Muffled screams and panic. "Lucas! Pull it off, man! I can't shoot it with it on your face!"

But another shot rang out regardless. The muffled screams went from terror to agony. I curled up and covered my head.

"Oh fuck!" Two more shots rang out and now the second man's voice became muffled screams.

"You shot me!" The first cried out.

There were some grunts of effort that sounded like kicking. "Get it off!"

"I'm trying!" There was a loud thump at the end of the struggle and screams.

"What is that thing?!"

"Just fucking run!!" I heard their pounding footsteps retreat out my door and down the sidewalk. Car doors slammed and engine roared to life and tires screeched down the road.

I lifted my head with shuddered breath. Shakily, I rose to my hands and knees. I crawled forward around the counter. "Frank?" I called with a broken voice. There was a black blur at the foot of the barstool. I worked up the courage to crawl towards it ever so slowly. Then with a trembling hand I reached out and for the first time, touched my "cat".

He didn't have fur, or rather if he did, it wasn't soft. It was stiff and slick and it left and oily residue on my hands. "Frank?" I whispered as the sensations on my fingers rattled through my brain.

Suddenly, he jerked awake. He lept away and turned back to me. A black blur with two yellow dots. Then, he turned and stumbled away towards the door. "What the fuck?" I breathed in disbelief.

The house was quiet once again. Except, faintly, I heard a distorted, "Hello?! Hello!"

I frantically crawled back and reached up to grab the dangling phone. "Damien?"

"Hello? What the hell just happened, were those gunshots?"

"I think my cat just attacked two FBI agents and made them run out of my house."

"What??"

[End part 2/3]

You have a cat. It's... it's not exactly a cat, but still - it did save you that one time government agents tried to capture you.

[starrihan]

i come with jo thoughts 🫡 i feel like he’d shy away from physical touch at the beginning of your relationship, but as the two of you got closer he slowly would turn into a cuddle bug 🥺 i am also a huge little spoon jo believer i think he would absolutely love being wrapped in his partner’s arms, his back flush against their chest and both of their hands linked together around his front (unless you’ve got one running through his hair. i think he would like that very much)

-> notes: oh my god i've summoned the Jo lovers and i'm all here for it!!! I firmly believe that Jo is softest and most loving boyfriend ever. hes so cute and cuddly! he's so tall so i feel like he'd be nervous asking to be the little spoon, especially if his s/o was a lot shorter than him but who would say no to him??? anyways thank you for this ask my love i hope you like it @lijeons •3•

-> pairing: jo x reader

-> genre: fluff, cuddly Jo

-> warnings: none

-> word count: 447

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you guys would first start dating after having mutually pined over each other for months. he would finally confess to you in private, probably while you two were hanging out alone or after all of your friends had left and it was just you guys. it would be awkward at first, neither of you really speaking too much, just enjoying each others presence. you would show him something cute on your phone and he would just be staring at you with his ears all red because he's nervous and embarrassed. it would take all of his courage to tell you that he likes you and would hide his face in his hands to avoid your gaze. but obviously you like him back (who wouldnt??) and its all sunshine and rainbows.

at first, you two would be so shy and nervous around each other. you would barely even hold hands in public so no one really knew you two were dating. but eventually, Jo would start holding your hands in public. whether you liked pda or not, you would never push Jo to participate if he didn't want to. but when he does, you're awestruck, head leaning onto his tall frame as you two walk together, hand in hand.

a couple months into the relationship and you guys would get more handsy with each other. he would be more comfortable putting a hand around your waist whenever you'd be with your friends and they would make jokes but he wouldn't care. and if he was okay with it, you would sit on his lap if there weren't any more seats for you. but that was the most you guys would do in public.

behind the comforting walls of yours or his house though, he would be all cuddly and affectionate. when you guys first started dating, he would cuddle and hold you, loving having you in his arms. but one day he mentioned how he was very tired and all he wanted to do was be in your arms, and you happily obliged. you would lean back on the headboard of your bed or the back of the couch, arms wrapped over his lanky figure. you would rest your hands on his chest, occasionally running your fingers through his hair, knowing that it was very soothing for him. he would hold your hands whenever they were resting on him, playing with your fingers as he listened to you talk about your day. it was his favorite pastime. most days you two would fall asleep like this, his head resting on your chest while you sat up against the sofa, and you couldn't be more happy.

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH Rarepairsweek 7 | @dbhrarepairs

Day 4 - Kara/Luther

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[monstermoviedean]

coworker was going on and on about the importance of regulating your nervous system today and i'm thinking 1) you don't know what that means and 2) if i were a teenager and someone told me to regulate my nervous system i would start throwing things. frankly it's hard not to throw things when hearing that as an adult.

[tamagotchikgs]

i feel like i was actually doing good n felt human for a bit n now ive dramatically fallen so far back

[lilworms]

so

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[ourceliumnetwork]

apparently we're not out of the woods on holiday trauma responses just yet - i'm hoping we're on the tail end of it but like. good lord.

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[readymades2002]

sorry i'll delete this later if i remember but i need to complain about a post i saw (SORRY). post about "if a retail worker took a desk job for a day everything would probably be fine and if a desk worker was in retail for a day they'd break down" and the notes are predictably full of people working desk jobs going THAT is NOT true this is STILL labor this is STILL work there is NO unskilled labor how could you throw your fellow workers under the bus like this

which, whatever, i think applying "no such thing as unskilled labor" to that situation when unskilled labor is usually taken to mean menial physical labor and not desk work is tacky but whatever. but also how the fuckkkkkk are you getting desk jobs 😭 seeing people go "you forget many desk workers DID their time in customer-facing work and took a desk job to get away from it" as if "getting away from it" is that easy!!! drives me up the fucking wall!!! whatever

[thecryptoid]

i haven't had a single drop of alcohol in ten days. i'm also eating a fuckton of veggies and fruits and greens. pat me right on my head because i'm fucking. KILLING IT

[theultracharmingladynoire]

I am just so tired of everything but I can't do anything about it

[l0rd-0f-c0ws]

I frequently feel completely isolated no matter how much I talk to people. So that's fun

[eastofedean]

8i've been thinking about the last asks i got today. and i think it's better for me to take a step back from this account. i know the anon didn't mean anything by it, but i still feel like i am being a negative presence on here and weirding people out with who i am is nothing i want. so, i am not deleting or anything. i am just gonna be less present with sharing personal things or leaving tags. I'll probably be more active on my second account where i don't have that many followers :)

[afniel]

Every morning my brain spins a little wheel and picks what's going up be fucked up that day. Usually it's my pain perception or energy level, sometimes it's my mood, sometimes it's my sense of balance and I could do without that, but VERY OCCASIONALLY it will Mad Lib slap together, "TODAY'S BROKEN THING: your (noun:[ability]) (verb:[to sense that]) (object:[you are disabled])," and today is one of those days. I feel fucking good? I slept well? I jogged big sections of the way to lunch because I could? My legs didn't cramp up? I'm in a super good mood?

This happens so rarely that I actually register it as a problem and go through the day thinking, oh no have I finally developed bipolar, is this mania, and it's like, no, dipshit! It's functioning. Of course it feels good and you feel good about it. There's nothing wrong with having nothing wrong with me for a moment. You really don't understand how disability changes you until you're wondering if your temporary relief is a mental illness...

But enough of that, I'm having a good day and I hope everyone else is too, and if you aren't, I hope you'll have one very soon. 💜 ✌️