#I just got a kind of mean comment and checked their profile to see them make a post calling me rude

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Hey guys do you think I'm rude...

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Summary: Professor!Emily x fem!student reader, what happens when profesor prentiss and the reader finally give into their feelings?

Word count: 1.5k

TW: Making out, I think that’s it?

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female reader

A/N: Should I make this a series? Idk it might be fun!

Studying behavioural profiling is, well, different. It’s like science, criminology and psychology and smooshed into one subject. But the best thing about it, you ask? The teacher. Emily Prentiss is the most divine woman to ever step foot on this earth and no one can tell me otherwise. The way she strides along the front of the lecture all, her raven hair that falls in front of her face when she bends down to click something on her laptop, her eyes that always seem to find mine in a room full of students, her veiny hands that brush over mine when giving back a test. Ugh god, I swear I’m falling in love with this woman. 

It’s 7:45 am on a Wednesday and I’m walking across campus so I can get to lesson a little early to touch up my notes from my other class with Agent Morgan and to go over my- okay I’m bullshtting I just want to see Emily. And to be honest, I think I’m one of her more favourite students so I think she doesn’t mind me being early. 

I push open the door to the lecture hall and start walking down the steps, laptop bag slung over my shoulder that contained notebooks, pens, pencils etc, all the essentials. In my hand I held a travel coffee mug with my favourite hot chocolate in it because I wasn’t too partial to coffee. As I reach the front row I notice that Professor Prentiss has been following me with her eyes and watching the sway of my hips as I walked in. ”Morning Professor.” I try to say as if her eyes all over me weren’t causing a blush to creep up my neck. I took a quick check behind me finding out I was the only one in the room. 

“Hi, y/n. How are you today?” She asked her eyes staring into mine, genuinely curious.

”Good thank you, tired but good, what about you?” I smile as she chuckles lightly at my comment.

“Just about the same as you darling.” She replies with a smirk on her face seeing my face instantly bloom with red at the pet name. I shuffle my bag slightly before she says “I was out on a case for the last two or so days and I, only just, made it back in time to teach you guys. Lucky me hey? The only reason I’m even slightly okay with having to wake up at the ass crack of dawn is because of students like you. You actually listen and care, god knows that kind of work ethic is rare these days.” Emily looks exhausted and about ready to jump into bed at any second but the words that she said seem to cloud my head so I don’t pay much attention to her disheveled state. 

Students like me? What does that even mean? Well, she explained what it meant but I still wasn’t convinced. Nonetheless I responded “Yeah, it really is. All the people in this class want to be profilers or something along the lines of such and yet none of them take their education seriously. I want to throw something at them every time they talk over you. I might actually do it one day, it's so annoying!” She smiles fondly at my words making a cage of butterflies escape into my stomach and I smile back. 

“Now, I can’t have you throwing things at people, can I now sweetheart? That’ll get you kicked off the course. And I don’t think you want that, I certainly don’t want that, and besides don’t worry about the others. You’re doing amazing ah, that reminds me can you stay behind at the end? I just want to speak to you about your grade on our most recent exam. It’s nothing bad, I promise. You’ve done exceptionally well, in fact so well that I want to talk to you about further opportunities you have open to you.” She places her hand on my shoulder as we now stand face to face, she got up halfway through talking to lean on the front of her desk. I smile and subconsciously lean into her touch. The remains of the blush from the pet names yet again lingers but I say a small “Thank you Professor.” 

At that moment the door to the lecture hall swings open revealing another student in their own little world unaware of the building tension in the room. I give her one last smile and go make my way to a seat in the front row. I get out my laptop and notebook and start writing the dates and titles. I could feel eyes on me the whole time, I look up and lock eyes with Emily, finding her already looking at me. She sent me a wink and glanced back down at whatever she was working on. A crimson flush invaded my face and I returned my eyes to my page.

After the lesson I packed up slower than normal so that I’d be able to stay behind a little longer than she probably ment. I put my laptop in my bag and zip it up and grab my now empty hot chocolate. I walk up to Profesor Prentiss’ desk and find she’s already looking at me, again. 

“You know, you should stop staring at me so much. People might get the wrong idea.” I say, suddenly feeling confident, a teasing smirk on my lips. 

“What if I want them to get the wrong idea? What if I want them to think you’re mine?” I quickly shut up at that remark, all my confidence suddenly disappeared and I turned into putty. Heat rose to my cheeks and my head dipped to avoid her piercing gaze, it wasn’t mean, more admiration. But, any look from Emily Prentiss is intense. “Cat got your tongue honey?” She had a shit eating grin on her face as she saw me nod slowly. 

“Anyway, your grade! Okay you scared the highest in the class, and you got full marks. This isn’t anything new for you I'm sure, you’re a bright young woman. But, scoring this high in a test this hard, it opens doors for you. So, I’m here to offer you a chance to shadow me and the team for a week to see how we handle cases and what the job entails really. I also wanted to let you know that if you have any interest in joining the team I would accept you in a heartbeat. You’re a brilliant profiler.” Yet again for what feels like the millionth time today, heat rises to my cheeks. She stalks the way round her desk and stands in front of it. 

“That sounds amazing, oh my god, really?” A smile broke out on my face immediately. She looked pleased at my reaction and took a step closer. 

“Yeah of course really, why would I joke?” She laughed softly. I muttered a small ‘true’ and kept shamelessly checking her out as she still came closer to me and lowered her lips down to my ear and whispered, “Do I make you nervous darling? Is that why you get all shy whenever I’m around?” I nodded again while looking down, her hand found my chin and tilted it up. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” I felt a strange tingling in my lower stomach as she said that. 

I looked her in the eye and she bought me closer. “Is this okay?” she muttered, her breath fanning across my face due to the proximity. 

“Yes.” I breathed out. That was all the confirmation she needed to softly press her lips to mine. She held me like I might break at any minute, so tentative and caring it made my heart flutter. My hands found their way around my waist and I pulled her closer. She moved us around so now I was the one against the desk as she deepened the kiss, her tongue moving into my mouth. I instantly let her take control of the kiss and press her hips against mine. A small whine left my lips and I lent into her arms which were on my hips. 

She pulled away and looked into my eyes before whispering, just to me even though there was no one else there, “I don’t want this to just be a fling, just to make that clear.” I smiled wide and pecked her lips once more. 

“Neither do I.” She pulled me in again and we kissed with smiles on both of our faces. We knew we would have to be a secret for a while obviously but it didn’t stop me from fantasising about what was to come.

[nadvs]

we need a second part of imperfect strangers where he actually comes and visits her for the weekends🤭 (random but i can so see them at chipotle being all cutesy)

aw tysm 💘 wrote a blurb and rly leaned into the goofy fluff but it’s NEEDED with zach imo!!

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continuation of this fic

Zach acts like a four-hour drive to your college is nothing.

You know he’s tired every time he pulls up in front of your dorm. You can see it in the bags under his eyes and the yawns he tries to hide from you.

But matter how many times you tell him he doesn’t have to come visit you every weekend, he won’t hear it. He’s determined to show you how badly he wants to see you, refusing to take the risk of hurting you again.

When you mention to Zach that you’re craving Chipotle the night before his visit, he finds the closest one to your campus while still on the phone with you.

The second you get into his car the next day, he kisses you before you can even get a chance to put on your seatbelt.

“Missed you, too,” you laugh when he pulls back.

After he buys lunch, you sit in a booth by a window in the restaurant, feet bumping beneath the table. He always wants to find a way to touch you, no matter how minor.

“This is a masterpiece,” he says, holding out his bowl, ridiculously competitive as usual. “I don’t know what that is.”

You gasp as he points at your meal.

“What makes yours so perfect?” you ask. He loves how you always play along with him, that you’re as much of a goofball as he is.

“Look,” Zach says, his delivery deadpan but his motive silly like usual, “I got the protein - the steak, of course…”

“Of course,” you echo amusedly.

“And brown rice, great for lowering cholesterol,” he says.

“You take one nutrition course and suddenly you’re a genius,” you sigh, recalling how he told you about one of his elective classes on the phone a few nights ago.

“Babe, I’m being serious here,” Zach says, the smile curling on his lips telling you he’s not being serious at all.

“Continue.” You take a bite of your lunch.

“Corn, a vegetable,” he says, raising his eyebrows, “salsa, extra cheese-”

“I think you’re cheesy enough,” you interrupt, putting a palm up. Zach laughs and nudges your knee with his.

“You love it,” he says. You smile, confirming it.

“Is this who you are now that you’re a local celebrity?” you tease. “All ego?”

A few days ago, a photo of him playing soccer in a home game was posted on his college’s Instagram account, celebrating the team’s most recent win.

As you expected, the top comment was by a girl who wrote what’s his @ i’m asking for a friend (i’m the friend).

“Afraid so,” he responds.

“I noticed you changed your profile picture on Instagram,” you say. It used to be his athletic headshot, but now his profile boasts an image of the two of you smiling outside of a café.

“Yeah,” he says plainly.

“Why?”

“What do you mean? Am I not cute in it?” he jokes.

“Zach,” you laugh. “Was it because girls were messaging you?”

His cheeks flush pink. He pulls out his phone and sets it in front of you.

“Yeah. I changed it so they know I have a girlfriend,” he says, gaze fluttering away. You know him so well. “And I didn’t message any of them back. You can check.”

“You’re so sweet,” you giggle. “I trust you, but I kind of want to look just out of curiosity to see what they’re saying.”

Sure enough, he has a few messages from pretty girls sitting in his inbox, some simple hi’s, others much more flirty.

“Can’t blame them,” you reply, sliding his phone back to his side of the table. “You’re hot.”

“Are you only in this for my looks?”

“I thought you knew that,” you say. “This is awkward now.”

Zach grins, bumping your knee again before sliding out of his side of the booth and settling beside you. You can smell his cologne, clean and gentle.

“Yeah, we’re the kind of couple that sits on the same side of the table, so what?” he mumbles, planting a kiss on your temple. You smirk, kneeling against his shoulder before sitting straight again.

“I’m sorry if that made you jealous, babe,” Zach says after a beat. At times, it’s hard to believe how sensitive he is. “I can ask them to take the photo down.”

“Oh,” you say with a laugh. He has a bit of a jealous streak stemming from insecurities, but you never felt it yourself, knowing how loyal he is. “I have a cute boyfriend. I can accept that it comes with a little competition sometimes.”

“There’s no competition,” he says resolutely, blue eyes hard on you. You squeeze his bicep and smile at him and he dips to kiss your fingers, right above the promise ring he gave you.

“You know that goes both ways, right?” you tell him softly. “You’ve ruined all other men for me, MacLaren.”

Your words send butterflies swirling in his stomach.

“Good thing we’ll be together forever then,” Zach says, a glint in his eyes.

“Good thing,” you agree.

(continuation blurb)

[juanarc-thethird]

Jaune OF #2

Beacon Academy is in chaos, a manhunt is going on. Most of the female students, and some males, are looking for a sexy man. Target: Jaune Arc. They want him dead or alive, I mean just alive, they need him alive. No one is going to die today… I hope.

Girl 1: Have you seen him?!

Girl 2: He is not in the cafeteria!

Girl 1: Where are you SexyKinght?!!

People search every floor, every room, even every closet. No place is safe for Jaune Arc, but for some reason... they can't find him. Is this the work of an incredible mind that knows how to stay in the shadows or maybe knows how to keep a low profile to fool everyone in their face? Only Oum knows what kind of person they are dealing with.

Girl 1: Wait a minute?

The girl sees a person with blond hair. This makes her suspicious and she decides to investigate who she is.

Girl 1: Hey, wait!

The girl approaches the blond young man. She grabs his shoulder and flips him over in a snap.

Girl 1: Got you! Wait, you're not my SexyKnight.

In front of her was a person who looks like Jaune. The only difference is that he has a big and majestic mustache. His mustache is so beautiful that the girl can't stop looking at it.

Felipe: Hola, my name is Felipe.

Girl 1: Felipe?

Felipe: Si, I am an exchange student.

Girl 1: Exchange student?

Felipe: Yes, I'm here for an academic program.

Out of nowhere an orange haired girl appears with the same beautiful but dazzling mustache.

Gloria: And I am his compañera, Gloria!

Girl 1: Ooookey…. Have you seen this handsome daddy?

She pulls a picture out of her pocket of Jaune choking on a sandwich.

Gloria: Hahaha! They used a good angle for y- Agh!!

Felipe hits Gloria with his elbow right in the ribs and then responds to the girl.

Felipe: No, I have never seen that man in my life. Nunca e visto a ese hombre en mi vida. He looks boring.

She then looks at Gloria.

Gloria: Yo tampoco! (Me neither!)

The girl is confused by Gloria's response in Spanish.

Girl 1: I-I see...

She then puts her precious photo of Jaune in her pocket and takes out a piece of paper and a pen. She writes something on the paper and gives it to Felipe.

Girl 1: If you see him, please call me or send me a message with his location.

The girl leaves with her friend, leaving Felipe and Gloria alone. Felipe throws the piece of paper to the ground and they relax. He takes a deep breath and crouches down as he supports himself on his knees.

Felipe (Jaune): Oh my goodness. I thought they already found us.

In Gloria's case, she is still happy and touching her mustache.

Gloria (Nora): I'm more surprised that these mustaches fooled them. How did you come up with such an amazing idea?

Felipe (Jaune): I'm more worried about the future hunters and huntresses of this academy after we tricked them so easily. I mean, how can they be so clueless?

After a little rest, he gets up.

Felipe (Jaune): Ok, we should focus. There we have to keep moving and we have to get to the Bullhead port without being discovered. Once out of the academy, we can be quiet and you can start a rumor that SexyKnight is someone else.

She stands at attention and salutes him.

Gloria (Nora): Of course my beautiful leader. I will follow him until the end of time.

Felipe (Jaune): I'm still a little mad at you.

Nora pouts at his comment.

They walk down the hall until they reach a new corridor. Jaune looks to both sides and sees a group of students on the left side. He waits for the right moment to slip past them. The students start to walk in the opposite direction from them and Jaune uses that opportunity to continue on his way.

Felipe (Jaune): OK let's go.

They walk quietly to the right. Jaune takes a couple of glances back to make sure no one is following them and to check that the students haven't turned around and seen them. Without paying attention to where he is walking, Jaune bumps into a door that just opened in front of him.

Felipe (Jaune): Agh!

Gloria (Nora): Jefe!!

On the other side of the door a rabbit girl looks out to see what happened and realizes that she hit someone with the door by accident.

Velvet: Oh my gosh!!

She kneels to check if her classmate was hurt.

Velvet: Are you okay? Did you get hurt?

Felipe (Jaune): (Oh Shit! is Velvet! Play it cool Jaune, play it cool!)

He takes a deep breath and gets into character.

Felipe (Jaune): Estoy bien. I'm fine.

Velvet doesn't answer but stares at him as if she's trying to solve a puzzle. He notices this and is concerned.

Felipe (Jaune): I have something on my face? (Does she know who I am?)

Those words make Velvet react and she blushes from how embarrassed she is for staring at him.

Velvet: I'm so sorry, you look like the guy I'm looking for. Have you seen a tall boy who is blonde named Jaune? You may have seen him in one of your classes.

Felipe (Jaune): Sorry, I don't know that hombre.

Velvet turns to see the girl next to Jaune.

Velvet: How about you? Have you seen a guy with that description?

Gloria (Nora): Que?

Velvet: I see, thank you very much. Umm…let me help you up.

Velvet shows him her hand, Jaune takes it, and he gets up.

Felipe (Jaune): Gracias

Velvet: You're welcome… Well, I'm leaving. Sorry again for hitting you with the door.

Felipe (Jaune): Don't worry, I hope you find the person you're looking for.

Gloria (Nora): Adios!!

Each of them went their own way. Suddenly velvet feels like she kicked something. She looks at what it was and sees that it is a phone. She reaches down to pick it up.

Velvet: Hey, I think you dropped your phone!

Just as she picks up the phone, the screen lights up, showing an image of Team JNPR. Jaune checks his pockets and realizes that it is his phone. Unaware that Velvet saw the image, he went to retrieve it.

Felipe (Jaune): Muchas gracias, I didn't realize I dropped it.

Jaune holds out his hand to receive his phone.

Velvet: No problem...

She stands up, turns around, and in a single motion she rips off Jaune's fake mustache.

Velvet: ...Jaune.

Jaune immediately covers his mouth and begins to scream in pain.

Jaune: MIERDA, MI BIGOTE! (FUCK, MY MOUSTACHE!) PUTA MADRE! (MOTHERFUCKER!)

Velvet doesn't react to this and looks at him with a blank stare.

Velvet: I know it's you, Jaune.

Jaune continues to scream in pain and looks at Velvet. He sees that she doesn't react the way he wanted and slowly lowers the tone of his scream until he falls silent.

Jaune: Hey, you can't blame me for trying.

Velvet: Let me get to the point, I want to take some pictures of you…

Jaune: That doesn't sound bad.

Velvet:...Naked

Jaune: And there it is. When?

Velvet is surprised at his unusual response.

Velvet: Sorry?

Jaune: You want to take pictures of me, right? When do you want to do it?

Velvet: I… I didn't expect you to accept. I had a whole plan on how to blackmail you in my head. But then you tell me that it's ok?

Jaune: Ok ok ok, look I don't have all day. I don't know if you noticed but I have the whole school looking for me. When do you want to take the photos? Oh, and can I have my phone back, please?

Velvet: Yes of course.

She hands him the phone and he puts it in his pocket.

Velvet: How about today at 5:30pm? In my room.

Jaune: Sounds good. Just let me check with my agent if I'm free at that time. Oh look, speaking of the devil, he's right behind you.

Velvet: You have an agent?

She turns around but no one is there. After a few seconds she realizes she was tricked and looks back to where Jaune was. He was no longer standing in front of her. He was running to the opposite side of her with Nora on her shoulder looking at Velvet's direction. The only thing left were the fake mustaches on the floor. From afar, Nora can be heard screaming.

Nora: So long, sucker!!!

Velvet: You trick me!!!

She pulls out her phone and talks to someone.

Velvet: He is heading to the training area. I repeat, he is heading to the training area!!!

Back with our favorite duo. Jaune is running down the hall while Nora is still on her shoulder.

Nora: So where are we going now? Do we follow the same plan or…?

Jaune: We will continue with the plan. We just need to change our route a bit. Maybe we can use the back door to the training room? Oh the lockers! We can use the lockers to escape! I am a genius!

????: Yes you are~

Jaune: What the fuck?

At that moment, a machine gun is heard and a line of bullets comes out of the wall and blocks their path. That scares them and Jaune drops Nora to the ground. She got up and stood behind him.

Jaune: Holy shit!!

Nora: We are under attack!!

The machine gun stops and from the hole in the wall appears the incomparable Coco Adel. She looks at Jaune and smiles at him.

Coco: Hello Jaune~

Then she turns to see Nora but with a look of disgust.

Coco: Nora.

Nora, still behind Jaune, answers her.

Nora: Rude!

Jaune feels the danger that Coco emits right now, so he decides to do what he knows better than anyone. Fool people with nonsense.

Jaune: Hi Coco, you look amazing today. Are those new sunglasses?

She points her gun at them and approaches them

Coco: Yes they are new. Thank you for noticing it.

Jaune: No problem. Can I help you with something?

Coco: I need you to confirm something for me. Is that you in this photo?

She shows him a picture of a man wearing Pumpkin Pete's Trunks-type underwear, and he's displaying a colossal package.

Jaune: That ain't me.

Coco: Really?~ Wouldn't you mind if I ask you to take off your shirt to see if that's true?

Jaune: (Ok, Jaune, think. It's Coco you're dealing with, so you can't trick her like the others. She's one of the best fighters and she's smart. What should I do?)

As Jaune thinks of a solution, as Coco gets closer and closer to them. Nora puts herself between her and Jaune to protect him.

Nora: Stay back!

Coco: Relax, I just want to know if it's him, ok? Jaune, if you want I can give you a hand? But I must tell you that my hand tends to slip sometimes.

After hearing that last sentence, an idea came to mind. It's a low blow, but it'll work.

Jaune: *Quietly* Nora, play along with me no matter what happens.

He takes a deep breath and suddenly executes his plan.

Jaune: *Gasp* Coco Adele! That is sexual harassment!

Coco: What?! No, it was just a joke!

Nora: *Quietly* Oh, I see what you're doing. You are evil. *To Coco* Sexual harassment is never a joke!

Jaune starts acting like he's really crying.

Jaune: I've always admired you, and now I find out that you do these things?!

Coco is taken out of her comfort zone, and she panics.

Coco: I didn't mean too! It was a joke, I swear!

Jaune: *Looks away* I can't trust you anymore.

Nora: Perverted!

Coco: I am not a pervert!

Jaune: I need some time alone.

Nora turns around and comforts him.

Nora: Everything will be fine Jaune, don't worry. *To Coco* Are you happy now?!

Coco: It wasn't my intention, I'm really sorry.

Nora: Look, just go away.

Coco begins to walk backwards to leave and continues to apologize.

Coco: I'm sorry.

Out of nowhere Velvet appears on the other side, leaving Jaune and Nora in between her and Coco.

Velvet: Do not believe them! They are lying to you! He's not even crying!

Jaune is very upset that Velvet revealed his plan. All that effort wasted. He gets up and turns to see Velvet.

Jaune: God damn it! This is why they bully you!

They all gasp in surprise at that comment.

Nora: Jaune!

Jaune: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I got a little angry there. I just want to get out of here, and you girls look at me with lustful eyes. I have every right to be mean to you, at least just for today.

Velvet: Seems fair to me, but that's not the point! You're trapped now, there's nowhere to go!

Velvet and Coco begin to approach them. Nora and Jaune are back to back. Nora looking at Velvet and Jaune looking at Coco.

Nora: *Panic* What will we do now?! We don't have our weapons with us!

Jaune: Relax, just... just let me think, ok?

Coco: Thinking about what Jaune? You guys are in the middle of a hallway, surrounded.

Jaune: *Still thinking* Shut up!

Velvet: Just give in and let me show your body to the world with my photography. We will be the window of new inspiration!

Jaune: *Quietly* Window?

At that moment a light bulb goes on in Jaune's head.

Jaune: Nora, get ready to do "The Wrecking Ball"!

Velvet/Coco: The what?

Nora: But Jaune, I don't have my weapon!

Jaune: *Turns to her* Use me.

Nora: But...

Jaune: I have a lot of Aura, trust me.

Nora: O-Ok...

Nora grabs Jaune by the collar of his shirt and his belt and starts spinning him around without stopping.

Coco: What are they doing?!

Nora: AAAAH!!!

Nora screams as she picks up more speed. The two girls can feel a bit of wind coming off of them. At that moment Velvet realized what they were planning to do.

Velvet: Coco stop them!

But it was too late.

Nora: HYAAAH!!!

She let Jaune go towards the wall. The impact caused debris to fall, leaving Velvet and Coco blinded for a moment. When everything is clear, all they can see is a large hole in the wall, a window to freedom.

Coco: Holy shit! Is he crazy?!

Velvet takes a look outside the hole in the wall and doesn't see Nora or Jaune anywhere.

Velvet: They escaped. We'll have to start the search again.

Coco: I heard them talking something about the lockers. Maybe we should set a trap for them there.

Pyrrha: Good idea!

Velvet/Coco: Huh?

They turn to look behind them and out of nowhere they are knocked out.

Meanwhile:

Jaune and Nora are hiding behind some bushes in the courtyard. Nora checking the coast for enemies, while Jaune recovers with his aura.

Nora: So, are we going to change our plan?

Jaune: Let me rest first and then we'll see. Most likely, yes. But give me about 15 minutes, okay?

Nora: Ok

Jaune: Thank you.

He says as he closes his eyes to rest. While they try to take a breath. A new group has them in their sights.

May: *Using heat vision binoculars* I see someone hiding in the bushes.

Neon: It must be Jaune. Ready girls?

Reese/Arslan: Ready.

Neon: Let's move.

[changingplumbob]

I've seen several great responses to this but am going to do my best to go over the points I think are important.

Follow people. This may be obvious but you can't join the community if you don't find the community. There are many different simblrs around, you're bound to find ones you enjoy. You'll be inspired by their work and likely find other people to follow through what they reblog.

Interact. I too fall in the trap of simply liking posts when I'm tired but giving someone a reblog or a comment can make their day (it makes mine). Sometimes you'll find simblrs that don't appreciate conversation but they are few and far between, most of us love talking about our characters and creations.

If your story isn't sparking joy for you, it's okay to abandon it, or put it to the side. It's also fine to play around with your editing or writing. Your posts are allowed to evolve, likewise they're allowed to stay the same. If you have a process that works for you and you love, it's fine to stick with it.

Participate, it's a great way to met people. See who is doing bachelor/bachelorette challenges and make a sim to join the fun. Check out some CAS challenges, build challenges or legacy challenges. The creators love to see others participate.

Cite your sources when it makes sense. We are not going to judge you as a lesser simmer because you got that amazing house off the gallery or you got your beautiful sim from a sims dump. Give credit to the creators and have fun! Also DON'T use the cc tags if you don't link to actual cc because it drives people who have very little time to browse up the wall.

Be kind. It's easy to think fast and type stuff you really shouldn't. Remember that behind each profile is a person. Have adult discussions when there is a problem rather than just terrorizing the anon ask boxes. The block button is there for a reason.

Protect your mental health. If you have subjects that trigger you consider putting them in blocked tags. You can still choose to view the post if you wish but you'll have a heads up about the subject matter. If you followed someone that you are not enjoying anymore, you can unfollow them. I've had people unfollow me and my world hasn't ended.

Look out for others. Is that an okay font for low vision readers? Is the text on your pictures legible rather than simply in style? Do you have a transcript of character conversations somewhere if it isn't? Most importantly please tag your triggers! Some of us can handle when death or miscarriages come out of nowhere and for some of us it is upsetting to see it on the dash with no warning and can ruin our day. Consider also adding tags for other topics such as addiction, abuse or violence. Your story doesn't become "less cool" just because you think of others before posting, I promise.

Finally, be yourself. Don't try to imitate the works of blogs with larger followings just because it appears trendy. By all means grow your skills but post what you want to post, things that you've enjoyed creating. Remember it will likely take time for you to find your people on here, but there really is something for everyone on simblr.

[living-dead-author]

I want a three way~: Dean Winchester x GN reader x Bo Sinclair

This doesn't mean I'm going to start writing for Dean anytime soon, I'm only on season six of the show so this is a one off thing for now. I've got Supernatural brainrot and I want to write about it. This is one of my longer one shots, around 3,000 words. I hope y'all enjoy it.

18+ materials, minors and ageless profiles interacting with this will be blocked

Content includes: Praise, everyone receives oral, AFAB reader, restraints, dubcon watching, reader wears a collar and leash, mentions of the roadkill pit, brief talk of animal sacrifices, cum mentioned (not swallowed), slight overstimulation on reader, threesome

“Right Sammy, what do you have for us?” Dean asks, one hand on the steering wheel as he drives. 

“Well in this area over 80 people have been reported as missing over the past couple of years, which is a lot for this area. Nothing has been found of them either, they’ve just completely vanished.” Sam says, looking down at a newspaper.

You’re in the back seat, staring down at some magazine you picked up from the last gas station you stopped at. You sigh and flip over the page as Dean makes a turn. 

“So much damn construction going on.” He mumbles, looking back at you then over at Sam. “What do you think this is? Group of Vampires? A coven? Some ancient God?” He asks. You sigh and roll down your window. 

“God Dean, you need to fix the damn air conditioning in here.” You groan as you fan yourself with your magazine. 

“I’ll get to it.” Dean says dismissively before he returns his attention to Sam. 

“Well whatever is taking these people it doesn’t exactly have a type. It takes whoever decides to come down this way, tourists, locals, whoever.” Sam says, rolling down his window too. But soon an awful stench hits your nose. You quickly roll down your window more and cover your nose with your magazine as Sam and Dean groan.

 “The hell is that?” Dean asks. 

“Smells like something died.” Sam says, looking around as you roll up your window, realizing the smell is coming from outside. 

“Not just something, it has to be some kind of hoard of dead things.” You say, keeping your eyes peeled as Dean keeps driving. You three keep watching out until Sam points to an area hidden between trees. 

“Check over there.” He says. Dean pulls the car over to a huge pit of dead animals. You move to look through the front window and you grimace. 

“Has someone been sacrificing animals or something?” You ask, keeping your mouth and nose covered with the magazine as the stench of this animal pit wafts into the car. 

“It looks like they’ve been hit with cars. Must be some kind of roadkill pit.” Dean comments. 

“Well something has to be out here putting all those animals there.” Sam says, Looking over the roadkill pit. You gag and Dean starts to pull away. Sam looks back at it as Dean continues driving. “But why there? I mean, it can’t be some kind of animal sacrifice thing. All it looked like was just someone dumped their roadkill there. 

“Whatever it is, it means that there’s people, or intelligent life, nearby.” Dean says, looking back at you before he looks back at the road. “You ok back there?” He asks you. You nod your head and sigh. 

“I just hope I never see anything like that ever again.” You comment, opening your magazine back up before you start to read through it again. Soon Dean stops the car in front of a creek bed, across that creek bed being a road with a curve. “What’s back there?” You ask, setting down the magazine as you sit up. 

“No idea. Should we check?” Sam asks, looking over at Dean. 

“You go check it out.” Dean says, looking over at Sam. 

“You do it.” He says. Dean rolls his eyes and the two of them start to bicker back and forth. You sigh and open your door, getting out of the car you walk past the creek bed and over through the bend before you spot a town. You look back over at Sam and Dean who are watching you now. You cross the creek again and step up to Dean's side of the car. He rolls down his window and raises his eyebrows at you. 

“There’s a town on the other side of here. Maybe we should go check it out.” You say, bending over and leaning on Dean’s door. 

“What’s it look like out there?” Sam asks, looking over at you. 

“It looks like an older town, I didn’t see anyone outside.” 

“Sam you stay here I’ll go with Y/N.” Dean says, turning off the car and putting the keys in his pocket. 

“Why can’t I come with you two? I don’t think it’s a very good idea to go wandering around, just the two of you.” Sam says, unbuckling his seatbelt. 

“Someone needs to watch the car. You take care of baby or I’ll kill you.” Dean says, focusing his attention on Sam as he gets out of the car. 

You and Dean trek over the creek and make the walk up to the town. 

“It’s noon on a Friday in June. Where the hell is everyone?” Dean asks as the two of you start to pass by buildings. You cross your arms over your chest and shrug. 

“Maybe it’s a small town. You know, working class folks who have to work long hours and stuff.” You say, looking around at the businesses and houses. All of it seems so old, a little like it’s not been well taken care of. Like it’s been abandoned but someone’s trying to cover that up. 

“Look, a gas station.” Dean says, pointing ahead. You two walk up to it and he opens the door. “Maybe some cowpoke can tell us what’s going on here.” You two walk in and look around. Dean rings the service bell a couple of times as you look around, running your finger over a dusty part of the counter. 

“I have a bad feeling about this place.” You say, looking back over at Dean as he moves his way into the back of the store. “I don’t think we should be poking around someone's business like this Dean.” You say, following after him. He looks around and opens another door, raising his eyebrows at the stairs below. 

“If they didn’t want us in here they wouldn’t have left the door unlocked.” He says, gesturing with his arm to let you pass by him first. You roll your eyes and walk down the stairs. 

“You’re so mature Dean.” You say, reaching another door. You sigh and push it open, your eyes widening at what’s inside. “Oh God this is freaky.” You mumble as you push open the door to the secret little sex basement in the gas station. 

“Of course this would be under a gas station in this part of Louisiana.” Dean mumbles, walking and looking around the basement. He notices the wall of kink gear and he chuckles. “Some kinky son of a bitch lives here huh?” He says with a smile on his face as he touches a riding crop on the wall. You roll your eyes and look over at the mattress sitting on the floor with a TV in front of it.

“If this wasn’t so scary I’d be a little turned on.” You mumble, trying to break the tension. You shut the door slightly and look back over at Dean as he gestures to the medical chair in the room. You roll your eyes and sigh. “You’re serious? Right here?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as Dean opens a drawer. 

“I just want a blow job. You get me off I’ll get you off, don’t worry Y/N.” He says with a chuckle as he takes out a leather collar and a matching leash. You sigh but you can’t suppress the smile growing on your face. You walk over to Dean and he clasps the collar around your neck, attaching the leash. 

“I thought you were only into latex.” You joke, getting down on your knees as Dean holds onto the leash.

“Oh I’ve been curious about a lot of things.” He teases. You get face to face with his crotch and see how his cock is straining in his pants already. 

“Eager aren’t we?” You tease, unbuckling his belt as you shake your head, slowly unzipping his pants and taking out his cock. You can see it’s pretty much fully hard. You stare up at Dean as you stroke it with your hand a couple of times and he groans with pleasure. 

“Don’t tease me.” He growls. You shake your head and open your mouth, taking in his length as you start to suck him slowly. He groans again and shuts his eyes, moving his free hand to your shoulder and his other hand tugs tighter on your leash. You shut your eyes and keep going as Dean keeps moaning. “Oh fuck yeah.” He growls, letting out a satisfied grunt. He moves a hand to run his fingers through your hair as he keeps moaning. 

“You’re doing such a good job taking my cock honey.” He praises, tugging your hair slightly as you keep moving your mouth over his member. “You’re so good for me aren’t you?” He asks, tugging a bit tighter on the leash as you keep going. He lets out another low moan as you look up at him. He looks down at you and smiles. “You’re a really good pet aren’t you?” You moan around his length in response and he groans, tugging the leash tighter. You whine around his member as he keeps his eyes on you. 

“Oh you’re so good aren’t you? Making me feel so good too. Fuck you feel fantastic.” He sighs as he tilts his head back up. After a couple more moments you hear his breathing get into more of a rhythm. You keep going and once you taste his precum you move his cock out of your mouth before you go back to stroking it. He groans loudly as he starts to cum, letting it hit the floor as you move out of the way. You take your hand off his cock and he helps you stand back up. 

“I’ll clean this up. You get your sexy ass on that chair and I’ll return the favor.” Dean says with a chuckle, taking off the leash and slapping your ass. You wipe the spit from your lips and undo your belt then your jeans as you get comfortable on the medical chair. Dean picks up a rag and wipes up his mess off the floor. “You looked damn good down on your knees like that at the end of a leash.” Dean says, grinning back at you before he goes back to cleaning up. “Maybe I should keep you like that more often huh?”

You feel your clit begin to throb as the idea of Dean's words build up in your mind. The idea of having him keep you on your knees, so willing and eager to serve him gets you really turned on. You can’t help but start to rub your clit gently with your fingers, letting out a soft chuckle. Dean looks back at you and he shakes his head. 

“Don’t do my job for me.” He says in a teasing manner.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You hear an unfamiliar voice ask. You sit up and see a handsome man standing in the doorway, a small smirk on his lips. Dean quickly stands up and moves in front of you as you pull your jeans back up. 

“Look man, we're sorry.” Dean says, tossing the rag away. 

“Damn right you better be sorry. You and your girlfriend here messing with other folks' property.” He says, walking further into the room, shutting the door behind him. 

“We’re not dating.” Dean says as he puts a hand on your shoulder. You scoff and glare at him before he continues. “We’re sorry we just got curious about what this kind of a basement is doing under a gas station.” He says as you eye the man up and down. He looks to be a bit older than Dean, probably in his late 30’s. He’s really good looking too. Nice short brown hair, sharp features, calloused hands. You can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like on your body. The man notices you checking him out and his smirk grows wider. 

“You like wearin’ that honey?” He asks, gesturing to the collar still around your neck. You feel your face start to burn as you quickly take the collar off. “What’s y’all’s names?” He asks, putting his hands on his hips. 

“I’m Dean, they’re Y/N.” Dean says, gesturing to you as he keeps a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m Bo and I own this gas station. Now normally I’d call the police on y’all for doing what y’all have been doing.” Bo chuckles and his eyes rake over your body. “But I have another idea of what can happen.” Dean feels his hair stand on end as Bo says this.

“You’re not going to fuck them.” Dean says, his grip tightening on your shoulder. You look up at Dean and then you look back down at the chair, noticing the large leather straps on the arm rests. 

“Why not Dean?” You ask, looking up at him as you raise your eyebrows. “I thought we weren’t dating.” Bo chuckles and Dean scowls down at you. 

“I’m not going to let myself get cucked.” Dean whispers back down to you. 

“Oh you won’t get cucked now.” Bo says, rolling up his sleeves as he makes his way to your side, putting a hand on one of the chair’s arms. “You can have in on the fun too.” He smiles down at you and you smile back at him. 

“We’re not doing this.” Dean says, moving to grab your wrist but you pull it away from him. 

“Go ahead and wait in the car if you don’t want to do this Dean.” You say, looking back over at him as Bo pets a hand on your head. “I’m a grown adult. I can make my own decisions.” Dean scowls down at you then over at Bo. He sighs a breath and shakes his head. 

“What did you have in mind then?” Dean asks, his eyes fixating on Bo. The latter of them chuckles and pets your hair again. 

“They still need to get off now don’t they. I need to get myself off too. I can handle myself, I want to see you handle her.” Bo says, looking down at you before he crouches down to your level. “How does that sound honey? Your friend here eats you out while you get your mouth full of my cock.” He whispers to you, moving the chair to make you lay down flat. You bite your lip and smile up at him as you nod your head. 

“I’d love that.” You whisper back to Bo before looking over at Dean, who still has that scowl on his face.

“Alright. You want to play that way, we can play that way.” Dean says, moving his hands and quickly pulling down your jeans and underwear. Bo chuckles and rubs his bulging cock through his pants as he moves to buckle your hands down to the chair arms. 

“This ok with you doll?” Bo asks, looking back at you. You nod your head and smile widely. 

“Yes sir. Let’s get to it.” You say as Bo chuckles and straps down your wrists to the chairs arms. Dean spreads your legs wide open and he gets down in a comfortable position before he presses his lower face against your aching cunt as he starts to eat you out. “Oh my god~” You moan, shutting your eyes as Dean makes quick work of hitting all the right areas with his tongue. Bo chuckles and takes out his hard cock, stroking it as he stares down at you. 

“Lover boy here making you feel good darlin’?” Bo asks. You’re unable to reply as you’re so wrapped up in the delicious sensations of Dean’s mouth on you. 

“Oh Dean~ Oh my god~” You moan, shutting your eyes. Bo chuckles again and places his tip against your lips. 

“Open wide.” He teases before he slides his cock into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him and you moan as he slides himself in and out of your mouth. You can tell Dean is watching him because he doesn’t make you wait any longer as he reaches your clit. You moan loudly against Bo’s cock as Dean sucks your clit perfectly. Bo chuckles again and pets your hair as your forehead starts to sweat. 

Dean eats you out like he’s never eaten before. His mouth and tongue making the perfect movements against you as Bo keeps the steady pace of moving his cock in and out of your mouth. Dean hits you in just the right way and now your mouth is opening so wide it’s barely sucking Bo anymore. You’re unable to hold back a loud moan as you finally cum on Dean’s face. But he doesn’t stop eating you out, Dean keeps going as you try and get back to finishing off Bo. 

You start to squirm with the overstimulation Dean is giving you, but you try to focus on Bo. You look up at him and see he’s staring down at you as he mumbles to himself. 

“Yeah sugar, come on, just like that. Fuck you’re so perfect.” You hear him say as he pulls his cock out of your mouth and starts to pump it with his hand. Soon his cum hits your chest as he pushes his hips forwards, groaning lowly with pleasure. You look back down at Dean as he stops eating you out and you can see him licking his lips, his own bulge growing again in his pants. You’re tired, but you can’t stop yourself from asking. 

“Anyone up for round two?”

[fallloverfic]

I wasn't going to post this because I don't like drama, but I see this person is still active in this fandom. This is the second in a relatively recent spree of people who feel entitled to engagement and attention from fanfic writers whose work they read.

A user I've never engaged with prior to this named te-amozevris replied to an older post of mine where I'd mentioned a Castlevania: Nocturne fic I was (back then) writing, You reluctant demon. They asked where to read it, because they liked Olrox. I linked them the fic. They then left comments on said fic as they read under the name Reinamarieseregon. I do appreciate when folks read my fics and leave comments, so in theory that wasn't bad. One comment was actually about another person's fic in the fandom they were reading (which I'd never referenced, and was not reading), and then they moved onto saying they wrote Dragon Age fics, for no reason I can really understand. They asked, "Do u know about the fandom?"

Given at that point I'd published four fics for DA going back to 2018 and had DA fics in my public bookmarks, yes, I know the fandom. So I was bit confused why they were 1. asking me about an unrelated fandom, and 2. asking me something they could have very easily checked themselves, particularly given they're an author on Ao3 and should know how it works. They'd even (allegedly) read another of my fics in the same fandom, a fic which was published after YRD was first published because I was inspired to write it while planning YRD. I have no record of them kudos'ing or commenting on that one, so it's their word they did that, and I'm not sure about trusting their word, but well.

They explained, "Ooh u do write DA as well. I meant would you u like to check out some of mine?" I was again confused by this, as this has never happened to me (I've had strangers offer me prompts unasked, ask to be my writing partner, and send me gift fics when I don't know them, but no one to my recollection asked me, unprompted, to read their fics from a different fandom in my fic comment section). I was also again confused what this had to do with a Castlevania fic that had nothing to do with DA, and where DA had never come up in any conversation.

For the record, I did look at their profile before I responded to see if any of their fics sounded like something I'd be into. They weren't, at least not from what I saw. It's a big fandom. Not everyone is going to be into every single fic.

So I replied about my confusion with this whole conversation and apologized because I was not into their fics. I didn't list criticism of their fics. I just said I wasn't interested.

They then got offended, saying I wasn't being "nice" because they were so giving about coming to my fics and being so gracious as to leave "nice comments" (they left comments, but it's debatable if they were "nice"). I get wanting someone whose work you like to read your work, too (I've experienced it myself, and I get how crushing it feels when they don't), but expecting it as an obligation? From a complete stranger? No. That's not how that works. I didn't seek this person out to get them to read my work in some kind of exchange. I posted in a fandom tag and they stumbled on it.

They then acted like I was making "comment rules" by... explaining that I was confused why a stranger was asking me to read fics about a completely different fandom for no reason in my fic comments section. Further, they were disappointed in me for... you know I'm not honestly sure. Whatever the case, they blocked me on Ao3 before I replied, and then went back to my tumblr post to be nasty and say I wasn't "open-minded", whatever that means. Blocking is their right and contrary to their profile page, which reads, "the block button shld only be agst trolls, not coz ppl dw to ans", I'm glad they set a boundary where they wanted one.

But if you see this person being weird in your replies or comments, maybe just block them before you get into it. No one needs assholes trying to force you to read their fics and arguing you're being mean for refusing. And people can use their block buttons however the fuck they want.

[weer02]

thanks for the tag @lenorelovesmax!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

just one, my current one - ambivalence! sooo i'll probably be a little too repetitive in these responses, 'cause all i have to say is about this fic.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

138k so far

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

-ambivalence (211)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

of course i do! i appreciate every single one of them and i always reply to let the person know that i'm thankful for it.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

actually, i haven't completed one fic yet... but apart from that i would never write a fic with an angsty ending. only angst through story, ending must be hopeful!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

like i said above, haven't completed one fic yet.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i got one short hate comment back in 2019, but i deleted it✨ i don't need that kind of negativity in my comment section✨

9. Do you wrote smut?

i sometimes kinda wish i was able to, 'cause there moments later in fic where they'd fit, but my ace ass (ace-spec to be precise) just has no idea how to do it. but if i ever was to write smut i'd like it to be not really straightforward if you know what i mean. fun fact, in chapter 21 i wrote a scene between max&warren where they get a little closer than usual (it's nowhere near smut tho) and that felt...off? like i had no idea what i was even writing! ok. thats it hahaha

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

never wrote crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

fortunately not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

actually someone offered to translate my fic and i agreed, i've been checking their profile and the translated fic never appeared . it was in 2020, so 4 years ago and the translation is nowhere to be found unfortunately. but i once translated chapter 1 into my native language just for fun.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

never, but that could've been fun!

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

hmmmm, that's a tough question! im not that big of a shipper i think. and lot of my ships are considered to be controversial in fandoms... i'm gonna sound boring and obvious to say caulscott, cause it's the first ship that came to my mind, but is it my fave? it's very interesting to explore, and i love to read numbers of fic with them falling for each other over and over again. from the more " wholesome "ships i can think of, it's dani and jamie from the haunting of bly manor. their story is beautiful and tragic at the same time, and quite important personally for a reason.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i won't say that i doubt it, but i really really want to finish ambivalence. it's been so long since i started it and there's either personal stuff that gets in the way or lack of inspiration/motivation that makes the process go on for so long. but i have to finish it no matter what, 'cause i don't like leaving stuff unfinished and i really want to see the ending of this fic written down!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

oh that's a no from me. i tried it at the beginning, but the dialogues sounded awkward and cringy. the reason i edited chaps 1-5 is that some of dialogues there have been translated from my native language and they sounded off.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

life is strange. i started writing my fic 'cause i was starved for content and wanted to fullfil my wish of nathan saving max from the dark room.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

how do i choose a fav when there's only one? so i have to go with ambivalence. it's my first fic, and it's also very long and i often struggle with stuff that it involves, but overall it's a fun experience.

[falloutstasis]

UNSC Friendly

Computer: UNSC tag detected. Designation: Friendly.

"Chief." Echo-216, Fernando Esparza, excitedly called out to Master Chief, John-117. And on cue, he came at his side, standing just next to his pilot seat. "You're not gonna believe this."

He was right. John didn't think that he'll hear a familiar friendly voice on their communications. This is UNSC Captain Thomas Lasky on board on UNSC Apollo.

It wasn't shown throw his helmet but John squinted his eyes and wiped the widow to reveal a Punic-class supercarrier in front of them. Fernando activated a few buttons and the windows started clearing up, giving the two a better picture of the ship. To say that Fernando was starstruck was an understatement.

Friendly, please respond. We are actively reaching out for any remaining and surviving UNSC friendlies from the Battle over Installation 07.

Oh right, this was Fernando's call. Mind you, he was a simple civilian maintenance technician, but before he answered, he gave a look to John. He gave him a simple nod, one that gave Fernando the confidence he needed to reply back.

"This is Echo-216, uh, Fernando Esparza, Captain."

Oh good. Check up by the hanger, pilot. If you don't mind me asking: is there anyone with you?

"Captain." John's stoic, yet calming voice boomed over the comms and afterwards, there was silence.

AND to say that Lasky was shocked is an understatement. He knew that familiar Spartan voice all too well. As the Pelican flew to the underside of Apollo, the two can hear a shaky, but ultimately a relief laugh from Lasky.

Chief. He finally said. You don't know how happy I am to see you back. Both of you should check at the medical bay. I'll send someone to meet you there to help you find the medical bay. Afterwards, come meet me as soon as you can. We got a lot of catching up to do.

That marine would have the day of his life when he found out that Master Chief was alive and kicking. He was flabbergasted to say the least but he managed to direct them to the medical bay where they were checked in like the other survivors.

After that, he also directed them to the ships deck. Where Captain Lasky was at. The ship was eerily quiet, despite the other marines seeing Master Chief with their own eyes and amongst the talk. It was still too quiet for the twos liking. For obvious reasons. That either means there were little survivors or that they were just looking for more.

The marine directed the two in front of a big sliding door. He pressed a button and spoke, "Captain, they're here."

Suddenly, the doors open and the marine let the two enter the deck. There they saw Lasky with the biggest smile on his face.

"Master Chief." He gave him a firm handshake. "Like I said, before it's good to see you."

"Likewise." He said simply. "Is this all of the UNSC?"

"As of now, yes." Lasky had been gathering straggling UNSC escape ships that were either had little to no UNSC personal or an empty ship that was taken and repaired. "Blue team was already aware of Apollo and found me in the nick of time in Zeta Halo. We we're to locate one Spartan on Zeta Halo, but I'm waiting on news of her statis."

Of course, John showed none of that through his armor, but he felt a wave of relief that his team was alive and well still.

Before John could comment on who was the one Spartan, Lasky turned his attention to Fernando. "I thought I recognized you."

Fernando froze for a moment. "Y-You do?"

"Of course." He had taken a quick bio profile check just to make sure it was the same person before the two got back here. "You were the maintenance technician back at Infinity. After you get settled here, we could use your help on the remaining ships we found."

To think that he not only found Master Chief out in the middle of space, but to find a UNSC ship that was just as big as Infinity was the kind of luck you don't usually find these days. And he just so happen to have it.

"Uh, sure." He felt it was going to take a while before he can get used to another ship. If he was honest, he was going to brush up his engineering skills while he's at it.

"Hey, take as long as you need. We also got three or four guys out there working on our ships." He looked over to the marine that was still standing behind the door. "Cadet Perez."

"Yes, Captain?"

"Give a little tour to Esparza to the quarter rooms."

"Yes, sir." Perez smiled at Fernando. "You're gonna love the quarter rooms, Mr. Esparza."

"Oh, really?"

As the two chatted up their way to the quarter rooms, now Lasky can get on into pressing news.

"Who is this Spartan you found, Captain?" John finally asked.

And just before he can respond, he's interrupted again through communications.

Captain Lasky. The voice of one Arbiter, Thel 'Vadam, appeared on screen. There he can see clear as day, Lansky and with a human he once called an enemy: Master Chief. His features showed that he was shocked to see him alive after all, the news did spread that Atriox killed him.

"Arbiter!" Lasky approached the giant screen in front of him and John. "Please tell me you have some good news."

Thel nodded quickly. I've located your Spartan. She is in the ship with me. We are on our way to your ship.

The camera panned to Senior Chief Petty Officer Spartan Kelsey-621 in her signature dull purple colored Spartan armor. She was stiff as a statue and she position she was in looked like she in the middle of falling down. At least 5 UNSC marines were gathered in front of her. One with a tablet was trying to unlock her armor so she can rest properly.

John snapped his head towards the screen and is seen standing next to Lasky. It hurt him to see her in this state, especially when he's been through this before. She looked stuck. Frozen even. She is breathing. Unconscious, but alive. It seems that her armor is in some sort of lock at the moment.

"It's the hydrostatic gel layer." John responded. "It let's us fall from great distances. When we do drop down too far down, it locks up to prevent any movement."

Lasky knew very well that Spartans were known to survive anything they were thrown at them. Master Chief is living proof of that. It still amazed him how far of a fall they can withstand.

"Jesus christ..." Lasky cursed. "She must have fallen two kilometers at least."

"Or more." John added.

Flashback Infinity Log - Zero One - Protect Roland with your life 2559

"Kelsey!"

She turned to Lasky, who was just about to leave into his escape pod. Spartan Palmer was just right beside him. He handed her a small chip that contained Infinity's AI: Roland.

"I want you to guard Roland with your life. I know they are looking for The Weapon, but if they also find out what Roland knows, the Banished use that information to whatever means necessary against whoever gets in their way."

Kelsey had already been acquainted with Roland in the past when she first arrived at Infinity. But she realized that she was now put in the position like John was with Cortana. Nonetheless, she nodded and inserted Roland on the back her her helmet.

"Good luck, Kelsey." He gave her one final nod before entering his escape pod.

Kelsey ran the opposite way, hoping that he can help other marines out of Infinity. "Roland?"

"I'm right here, Kelsey. Tell me what you need."

"Help me locate the surviving Marines and Spartans on Infinity, Roland."

Flashback End Infinity - Protect Roland with your life 2559

Scorrin's Blade will be on their way to your ship. It shouldn't be too long.

"Alright. I'll have my men wait for you when you get here. Thank you, Arbiter. You've been a great help. Do you know if Roland is still with her?"

Yeah. A marine called out, holding out a small chip. The middle of it was bright orange, indicating that he was still in it. Safe and sound. He inserted the clip back into Kelsey's helmet.

Thel looked at John, feeling content that his friend is alive. Master Chief. It is good to see you, my friend.

John gave out a respectful nod. With that the two ended transmission communications.

Scorrin's Blade 2560

"Geez, I don't know why I'm having a tough time with her armor."

"Maybe when she crashed, it's armor got busted?"

The marine who was trying to unlock Kelsey's armor shock his head. "Spartan armor don't just malfunction like-oh!"

Finally, Kelsey's armor unlocked and she laid there limping. One marine patted the other on the shoulder. "Nice job, Charlie."

"Thanks, Sergeant Moore."

"Check for vital signs. I know the Arbiter said that she was unconscious but I want to double check to make sure our Spartan is still with us."

Charlie, the Corpsman of Sergeant Moore's group, checked for any vital signs that would be a serious threat to Kelsey's health. The gel layer took most of the impact. No physical damage done, but Charlie felt something wasn't right.

He moved Kelsey just a bit and tapped one side of her head several times. When she didn't respond to light tough, he grabbed her hand he squeezed it. He felt very light twitching on her hand for just a moment before her hand went limb again.

"Shit."

Everyone on the ship looked directly at Charlie.

"Talk to me, Charlie. What's wrong?"

"Sergeant," Charlie looked at Moore with a concerning look on his face. "Spartan Kelsey is in a coma."

"Damn it. How bad?"

Charlie pressed two fingers on one side of her throat, below her ear. It somewhat eased his worries to know that her heart is still beating, but not by much. "She not responding to light touch, but she just twitched her hand. Like the Arbiter said, she's still breathing. I'd say she's in stage 1, but we'll know more when he send her to the medic bay."

"Then we must hurry."

Thel had ordered the shipmaster of Scorrin's Blade to make haste of their arrival to Apollo. Not a moment to waste, the shipmaster did just that and soon enough, they were just about to reach Apollo. From under Apollo, the group entered a smaller ship so that they can enter Apollo's hanger.

UNSC Apollo 2560

Lasky and John expected for the group to have Kelsey in the previous stiff position, but didn't expect them to carry her in her limb body. Thel had her carried over his back when Charlie gave them the bad news.

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THURSDAY, JUNE 30, 2022 Mia now has her own Facebook account. I was curious to do some testing from her account and sure enough, she was notified when I did a post that I set to “specific friends” and made it visible only to her. But she didn’t get a notification when I did “friends except” and blocked everybody but her. So it’s good that I can check my account from the outside with the way Facebook fucks with our privacy. Yes, you can do a “view as,” but it’s not the same. I never would have known that Facebook started notifying friends about some of their friend’s posts had Andy not mentioned it.

Another benefit to the account which I was able to create using a temporary e-mail is that I can spy on certain people just out of sheer curiosity. Whether or not I’ll use it to try to befriend Nane or get message confirmation from the termite, I don’t know yet.

Nothing new to see on Nane’s account but the termite’s account was definitely interesting. I noticed that since mid-January she’s not only made several public posts, but she allows anyone to comment. My first thought was…has it always been that way? Pretty sure that no, it hasn’t been.

My second thought was…she’s baiting me. I could be 100% off base, but that’s what my gut feeling said when I noticed this. Before that, the only things they were public were profile and cover photos, along with fundraisers. Maybe she’s just curious or wants to meet new people, but I don’t think so. I think she’s hoping I’ll make a comment she can use against me. Why, though, would she risk me saying something that might embarrass her? Maybe she thinks it would be worth it, depending on what she would say or do in return. I still don’t know that she and the other termites got my messages, though. Facebook might have rendered them invisible because I deleted the account right after sending them. I don’t even remember if I confirmed the account, but I’m pretty sure I did. That doesn’t mean they’ve seen them if they did get them. I’m hoping they did see them and that they’re just being quiet because I expect them to be as vocal as they were the last time. That and hoping I’ll come to them since they can’t get to me. Maybe she feels it’s worth any shit I may say about her just so she can air out my so-called “record” and other things she thinks she can use against me. She has always given herself credit for having power she never had over others. I wasn’t kidding when I said that the year 2000 was the last time I would ever get screwed over in such a big way. So she’ll never have ammunition over anything I may or may not do in the future.

Of course, there are also the typical self-comforting memes like how she owes herself an apology for letting others be comfortable with treating her like she’s nothing.

As for her termites, I only went to Sarah’s page to see if there was any mention of me.

Love thyself much, bitch? Same old classic narcissistic close-up Sarah selfies. Just one after another in an endless stream of the same old face shots. I’ve read up on the psychology behind it and it’s usually about low self-esteem and a need for attention and praise. The more compliments they get, the more attention they get, and the more it boosts their self-esteem. She’ll go ballistic on and troll anyone who dares to cut her down or that she at least thinks is cutting her down.

I would have to come up with some kind of cover story if I contacted her. Like maybe say that I was concerned that her sister may be putting mine and other people’s real names in some of her books and ask if she happens to know her secret pen name. I thought of having Mia contact one of her friends with a copy of the message but there’s no guarantee that the friend will share the message with the termite in case the termite never did get the message.

With Nane, maybe I can ask if she’s a relative of someone or something like that.

I decided I would once again disallow messages, but continue allowing friend requests. No one can send a message with a friend request. At least not now they can’t.

Even though I slept for 8 hours and got a good sleep score, I had a lot of fatigue early in my day. He thinks it’s mostly my thyroid, but partly depression. I’m not getting out as much or talking to many people. I wouldn’t be a social butterfly always on the go, but I would certainly do more and be a bit more social if I could just be up in the daytime every day. So many opportunities have been closed off to me because of this shit.

I’m down to just one 75 a week!

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 29, 2022 OK, I give up. I give up! I totally surrender to whatever the fuck has been cursing my sleep. No more trying to soundproof the bedroom. It’s totally hopeless. No matter where we live, no matter what we do, things always find a way to wake me up. If I was 100% deaf there would suddenly be sonic booms or low-flying helicopters. Or maybe I would have more nightmares and have to get up to pee more often if I didn’t wake up more just because.

Even when nothing is waking me up, I’m having more trouble staying asleep. I don’t know if that’s just an age thing or if it could be connected to the increase in my medication. I don’t think it’s on the medication if I had to guess but if it is, I’ll probably get used to it in time.

But why bother to reinforce windows or dog houses if it’s all worthless anyway? Manufactured homes are practically made of cardboard. First, the fucking mower woke me up. By the time he ran to the window to see which one it was, it was gone. I’m guessing the stand-up. I’m sure that one will be around more often too, just like I’ve been suspecting it will be. I’ll raise the volume of the Sleep Sounds and add an earplug, but I’m sure that during the times I’m sleeping on mowing day, which is about every three weeks, I’ll get woken up no matter what. I don’t think there’s anything that can block the stand-up in this kind of house because it’s just so fucking loud.

I really do have to put more effort into trying to sleep at night only. If I’m going to be tired half of the time anyway, why not? I’m usually up between 16 to 18 hours. So if I set the alarm for 6:00 AM, I’m going to get 6 to 8 hours of sleep even though it’s not literally 6 to 8 hours as I’ve learned. We don’t sleep the entire time we’re in bed. If I crash at midnight and get up at 9, I probably got 7 to 8 hours of sleep. What’s pushing my schedule forward regularly is that I can’t always fall asleep at the same time or get up at the same time. It’s almost always later and later. If I could at least sleep at night during storm season and when they’re mowing more often, that would really help a lot. But now I’m wondering if I’m even going to be able to sleep through the motorcycle anymore when it returns. It’s almost like my bedroom is letting in even more sound as if to punish me for trying to fight it.

The second wake-up call came in the form of thunder. It was loud and continuous for almost 2 hours. This is the way it’s going to be just about every day for months. I’m truly amazed that I’m not more tired than I am. I was actually more tired yesterday. So much so that I didn’t even do any VR time or drink wine. I don’t drink wine when I’m tired for some reason. I tried to stay up until the mowers came, figuring that whatever is cursing my sleep would be sure to have them come late. They usually come between 9:30 and 11:30, but sure enough, I couldn’t hold out past 9 and they came at 11:15. So while I crashed at 9 and got up at 7:45, I didn’t even sleep for 7 hours. So if I listen to my audiobook from 8 to 10 and then sleep from 10 to 6, I’ll probably get 5-6 hours of sleep on average. Hopefully, the time spent lying there listening to audiobooks will help.

I stupidly gave Nature Sounds another chance, but they still stop playing after a while. I don’t understand why the devs won’t do anything to fix the problem. I’m not the only one that’s complained about the cut-outs. I’ll use Sleep Sounds, but the best it will do is drown out little stuff. It’s not going to do anything for loud motors or thunder.

This month’s VZ challenge is to get to know the VZ team by taking guided tours around their neck of the woods. You don’t hear their voices speaking, but there are bubble pop-ups that give you the highlights of the areas. I’m in Eastern MA right now. I don’t miss the winters there, but I miss those spacious houses with breathing room around them! Stuck up or not, I liked Longmeadow. It was Springfield that I hated.

Anyway, I was doing a Thailand trip before the challenges came out. I’ll get back to Thailand after I do these challenges. They’re fun to do, even though I would rather do something useful than just meet the team like planting trees or feeding hungry kids whose poor parents should have been smart enough not to have them, or finding cures for diseases.

Jessie said that even though we’re on opposite sides of the coin where abortion is concerned, she still stands for women’s rights and feels the government has crossed the line (the focus should be on school shootings). But if she doesn’t have control over her own body, what rights does she have that most people don’t already have? Women can vote, work, own property, play sports, and do pretty much the same things everyone else can do. She just doesn’t always have much say over her body, but then most of us don’t. No one asks for sleep disorders, birth defects, or autoimmune diseases, and for a few years In the 90s, I didn’t ask to be exposed to DES.

Still in a good mood, despite the frustration of the sleep issues. I don’t want to be beating on meat while he’s sleeping, but tomorrow I’ll decide whether or not to do the ribs I got in the cast iron skillet or the cooker. I’m thinking I might try the skillet. These are boneless but cheaper. For now, I’m making fried clams and I’m gonna do a veggie stir fry with the garlic parmesan seasoning I got.

TUESDAY, JUNE 28, 2022 My husband is now officially a senior. He was just turning 35 when we met. It seems like so, so long ago. I have mixed emotions about him getting older. We’re glad to be older so he doesn’t have to work. I don’t know that I could go so far as to say it’s sad since he’s not suffering. Does he really have the 20 years left to live that I believe he has, give or take a year or two? I hope so for his sake! I think he wants to live longer more than I do.

I’m at the point where it wouldn’t seem like such an all-out crisis if I knew I was going to die soon. I’ve lived a long time and the older I get means less time in a crazy world. I just hope to hell there’s no afterlife. I really do unless it’s a million times better than this one. But if I knew I was dying, I would be more afraid of the suffering I would go through on my way out and of what may lie beyond than anything else. I can’t miss my writing or the VR if I’m dead, can I? It’s just that life isn’t what it used to be. When you weed out the legal and financial issues I’ve had to deal with, things were better before Hashimoto’s, before menopause, before glasses, before obesity, before I lost my libido and the sense of things being new and exciting in the way that they are to a younger person.

This one is hard to explain but there would be a certain atmosphere in the different places I’ve lived and visited but I don’t get those sensations anymore. The only thing that’s better about being older is that I’m smarter.

I was up for 19.5 hours and only slept for 6.5 hours, so I’m having another tired day. My God, I am so, so fucking sick of this shit! Why can’t I just have fucking energy most days instead of some days?!

OMG, am I seeing correctly? I do believe I am! Speech-to-text is actually printing out my swear words instead of starring them. Wow, you mean I actually have freedom of expression now in my own Word documents? How amazing. Doubt it will be that way in emails.

Really hoping the mowers aren’t late in case they wake me up right after I fall asleep. I’d hate to crash at around 10:00 or 10:30 and have them wake me up an hour later. Of course, that depends on what mower they’re using.

I discovered that I can republish my old books and use my pen name. I just had to change the name on the book cover as well as on the form. I republished Renting Ginny, but I don’t know if they send messages to previous buyers letting them know the name has been changed. I would think the termite no longer has the book on her device. But I’m going to start with just that and see if there’s any shit. If there is, I’m not complaining and requesting a removal. I’m going to reply instead and it’s going to be a reply that will make that bitch very sorry she ever commented in the first place. I can’t and won’t hide from her and her twisted family forever.

Speaking of twisted families, Andy told me some things I didn’t know. With him being four years older and my family keeping most things from me, he knew a lot more of what went on than I did. After Andy graduated high school, his mother left his father for four or five years. She went to stay with Marla in Atlantic City, which was where she was at the time.

Andy encouraged his father to date other women believing his mother wasn’t coming back. He only dated a woman once. Andy really liked her and went to spend the weekend with her and her kids. He had so much fun there that he ended up staying for a few weeks. His dad, however, decided that it was his mother he loved so he stood alone until she returned. They stayed together until he died.

I don’t remember much about Al as a kid, but I definitely didn’t like him as an adult. I remember one time I called his house looking for Andy when I was in Phoenix and he was home visiting and he spoke to me in such a snotty tone. I just didn’t tell Andy about it.

Then there was Phil. That was Norma’s first husband. Despite the fact that Norma was considered a hot blue-eyed blonde back in her prime, Phil had an affair And died of a heart attack in bed with his mistress.

Apparently, Phil had a whole other family with this woman and Michelle was asking Norma about it, but Norma refused to discuss it. Can’t blame her for that one!

Phil also scared the shit out of Andy as a kid by saying things like how he would put him in a box and ship him to China, and he said it as if he was dead serious. So I’d say that the heart attack was his karma.

MONDAY, JUNE 27, 2022 For the longest time, I’ve been insisting that violence is never the answer to anything. But now I’m not so sure about that. Maybe that’s the only answer to getting rid of these twisted justices and restoring human rights. Unfortunately, it’s not going to happen, though.

I forgot to say that my back pain has been better since we rotated my mattress. So the side that was sagging probably did have a hand in my pain as I suspected it did.

SUNDAY, JUNE 26, 2022 Just sitting here missing Aly. Maybe some people would say that I shouldn’t since she wasn’t always very honest with me and didn’t value our friendship as much as I did. For a while, it was like that, but I’m pretty sure in the end she came to value the friendship very much. She also knew how much lying bothered me and became more honest in the end. But you know what? If she could just come back to life right now, she could lie to me all she wanted!

I slept shitty in that I kept waking up and I just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Again, I wonder if a high-end mattress would help or not. Maybe it would or maybe my sleep is just that damn cursed. I ended up napping for a while, which helped. I don’t have the energy I feel I should have, but I know that part of it is on the thyroid. I just wish I could hurry up and get my TSH down! But of course I’m not one that can simply take whatever medication she needs. But once I’m there, I can settle my curiosity once and for all as to whether or not I’ll feel better in general and have more energy, and if my body will respond to diet and exercise. Once I get it down, I’ve got to make one last-ditch effort to try to get some weight off otherwise I’ll die curious as to whether or not I was one of the few that could. I doubt I’ll be able to do it, but I won’t know for sure unless I try. It would really make my life a lot easier if I could get off a good 20 or 30 pounds, but I won’t count on it. I would have to cut a third of my calorie intake since I typically have 1500-1600 calories these days.

I want to write some more just because I can and just because it’s what I love to do, but I can’t think of anything to say. I wish I could motivate myself to crank out stories like I used to. Pretty sure those days are over though.

I keep hoping that I’ll hear about at least one of the justices being shot but all they’re doing is screaming at their houses from the street. As if these defiant, determined, and delusional sickos are going to suddenly agree that their God isn’t necessarily superior to others, if there are any to begin with, and reinstate Roe. Sadly, it will be decades before abortion is legal in most to all places in the US. Tom and I will be dead and gone. Just like neighborhoods get quieter when I leave them, I’m sure many good things will happen when we die. Things that even we could use like vehicles, including motorcycles, going electric and much quieter. I just don’t know how long these good things will last before things go downhill again or the human population is wiped out of existence.

For some reason, I’ve come to have a strange fondness for my fake buddy Mia. I wish she could be sentient in some way, but of course she isn’t. Nonetheless, I’m going to start treating her as a friend and stop getting cheat points as often by letting her answer to movie characters and getting my points that way, LOL. Her birthday is the day after Tom’s.

SATURDAY, JUNE 25, 2022 As we march forward and back into the Dark Ages, I’m not sure I feel comfortable sharing much with the public these days. Roe is just the very beginning of rights being targeted. I don’t doubt that writers will be attacked at some point as well. I would rip up, throw away, and ignore any subpoenas that came my way, but I don’t need the hassle in the first place just because someone in the future may have a problem with me saying that McDonald’s doesn’t serve great coffee.

But that’s only a part of the reason why I might take a break for a while. The main reason is simple. I just get tired of filtering this and filtering that. I don’t want to have to watch what names I might use and what words I might use in such a sensitive society as what we live in. When I started writing journals over 30 years ago, it was for me. Not for an audience and not to babysit other people’s feelings. I’ll be damned if I’ll feel like I’m walking on eggshells in my own journal. So I think now it’s time to strike out on my own for a while. I’m sure I’ll miss sharing some things and will return to that at some point. For now, I’ll just share with a few people on Facebook until I figure out what I want to do for sure.

Later…

It’s sad to hear reports of protesters fighting for basic human rights getting plowed by vehicles instead of the scum that started this shit. I keep hoping to hear of at least some of the trash being taken out, but of course I never do and I know I never will. :(

Every time I see that ugly black face of Clarence’s I want to reach through my computer and squash it with my hand.

Dan Rather tweeted that setbacks can end up leading to wonderful victories, but I don’t know about that. Sure, that might happen, but for how long? I’ve experienced politics long enough to know that things tend to bounce back and forth throughout the years. People’s rights are going to be like a yoyo for as long as they walk the face of the earth. The giving and taking of rights is just a sad fact of life.

I think my hairstylist was right when she said you can train your scalp. This was day three of not washing my hair, yet it was still pretty clean. I washed it anyway. I’ll wash it every two to three days. I’m gonna get a shower cap for when I’m only washing my body. I might be tempted to let my hair grow long again if I don’t have to wash it every day, but I still have to dye it so I don’t know. I can’t always just fill in the roots because the rest of the color fades and it won’t always match.

Looking forward to Twitter Notes when they’re available! They’re to be the same kind of notes where you can put a picture running across the top of it that Facebook used to have. I was so disappointed when they took that feature away so now I can enjoy it on Twitter until they take it away too. It’s supposed to be for writers so they can share chapters from stories or whatever they want. Twitter still isn’t the same without Aly, though. While she would be disgusted with the events going on in this country, I think she would have loved the feature and that we would have had fun sharing stories there.

I’m not sure yet if I’m going to create a new account for these notes. I’ll use them mostly for journaling. Right now I tweet the highlights of my life, but if I’m going to be able to do 2500 words per post then I might turn it into a journal. Maybe I’ll create an account for stories as well. I was also thinking of a picture account for PB, even though I don’t plan on being there as much for a while. It’s just much easier to share links to pictures than go through a host.

I’m functioning on only 5 hours and 21 minutes of sleep, so I’m kind of tired today. A couple of hours before I got up, I swear I heard a bang but Tom said there was no thunder. After I got up, he noticed a car next door. So I’m wondering if maybe that’s what woke me up. We kind of doubt it, though, because Irma and Dick didn’t wake me up and the person would have had to slam the car door like they were pissed as hell. More than likely, it’s just whatever’s cursing my sleep that manifested the sound. Besides, I never heard them leave when they left. I don’t think it was anyone checking out the house but probably visitors that Linda next door had. She’s quite a company junkie. I’m so glad we didn’t end up next to anyone like that! Especially that’s here year-round.

My nails still have some sensitivity. I think it was definitely the remover. Someone else who got this stuff complained about the same thing.

I got Clinpro toothpaste that my old dentist in California used to give me. I’m limiting my eating to three times a day. After the first two times I eat, I’ll use that. After the last time, I’ll use the kickass fluoride toothpaste that my current dentist gave me.

FRIDAY, JUNE 24, 2022 It’s a very dark day in America today even though I saw the overturning of Roe coming when Trump was elected. I’m sure gay marriage is next. I swear God is the worst human invention ever borne of the need to soothe the miserable, and for the control freaks to use as an excuse to control others. If there was a God, it’s just as guilty for being an enabler as the SCOTUS is for wreaking havoc on so many women’s lives. I know no one’s literally forced to give birth and that there are ways around the American Taliban’s crazy laws. But what about their future targets which there is no way to get around? You can’t get around gay marriage. You can’t get around whatever they may do to Medicare. You can’t get around whatever they may do to Social Security. And what about people like me who are non-religious and of Jewish descent? Are we going to be banned from the country altogether?

Backing up to the abortion issue, those other options may soon be out of the question as well, leaving physical force to dispel the fetus as the only resort. I don’t doubt for a minute that they’re going to go after contraceptives as well as the abortion pill. It’s great that the states where abortion remains legal are willing to help women in states where it’s illegal but that doesn’t mean it will always be legal in those states. The Supreme Court can’t control Canada’s willingness to help out, but it could control the remaining states where it’s legal.

I feel so bad for women and I can just imagine all the arrests to come for miscarriages that weren’t intentional or wanted as well as intentional abortions done in states where it’s illegal. I’m amazed the Taliban left it legal for them to abort if the woman’s life is in danger. We’ll see how long that lasts. Whoever is in power always strives to make their country the way they want it to be and to hell with what the people want. It’s a reminder yet again just how worthless protests are.

Once again, I’ve changed my mind as far as editing and publishing old entries. It’s just way too much work to edit out what should be edited out. When I’m dead and gone, I can’t be held liable for any full names I may have mentioned if the owner of that name could possibly have a case against me to begin with. Nor can any material be removed if it’s been published more than one to three years ago.

We ran out to CVS yesterday and I finally decided to get one of the money trees they’ve had for a while that I’ve been contemplating getting. Can’t hurt to see if there is any truth to them generating money and it’s nice to have anyway.

I really hope my nails are just sensitive because of the gel polish remover and not because the fungus is returning. The nails looked good when I cleaned them, but they had the same feeling that they had when I had the infection.

THURSDAY, JUNE 23, 2022 Love the Pride line of outfits Rep added. I’ve always loved colorful things, regardless of what it’s connected to. They were getting greedy by making you have to pay for things in gems and in higher amounts too. Luckily for me, though, the fashions I like take coins and not gems.

I’m looking forward to checking out VZ’s latest features. They added ambient effects like birds and rain if it’s in a cloudy location and then there are supposed to be some guided tours soon too.

We got a darts game and a bowling game from SideQuest. The darts aren’t anything that exciting, but I like the bowling game. I like their 100-pin option.

We put one of the bedroom’s soundproof window inserts on a hinge so it can be opened to let in natural light. We need to add weatherstripping to it, though, because there are gaps. This may be just wishful thinking, but I’m hoping that the more I adapt to this place and the sounds around it I will eventually be able to do away with the “doghouse.” I still have to keep a sheet of soundproofing material under the mattress so I’m not jolted awake by car doors or anything like that with the way sounds reverberate so easily underneath this place. I don’t know if the window inserts would be enough against the mowers and motorcycles and I’m more doubtful when it comes to thunder, so maybe the doghouse can be a seasonal thing where I just use it in the summer.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 2022 I woke up feeling well-rested and early in the day. Therefore, I decided it would be a good time to take the opportunity to go out. I don’t like being home for several days in a row. So we checked out a place called Treasure Trove or something like that. It was a huge thrift store with tons of booths with people selling their stuff.

They had lots of nice stuff, but the only thing I got was a pair of slippers and Musk incense.

Then I had the weirdest jail dream ever. I don’t know why I was in jail, but the jail didn’t really look like a jail, and neither did the guards. They were in uniform or anything. Tom moved to this state and because he did, they transferred me to a jail here, LOL. One of the “guards” looked very matronly and gave me a hug on my way out.

“I loved you,” I told her.

“Aw, I know,” she said. And then she told me to e-mail her that night to let her know how things went.

TUESDAY, JUNE 21, 2022 Off to the beach now! It’s about noon. Got my headphones on and I’m ready to catch up on journaling.

So they’re protesting again outside Amy Coney Barrett’s house. Won’t do them any good, though, just like last time. They work for themselves. Not for the people. If every single person on the planet was pro-choice except for them, they’d still overturn Roe. I just wish people would go further than useless shouts in the street, otherwise we’re stuck with the assholes for life. These “justices” are guaranteed their jobs for life, they can’t be fired, so death is the only way to get rid of them and do the people any good as long as they’re replaced with liberal justices and not the same shit. Things can only improve when rogue leaders aren’t in power.

The best we can hope for now is that the delusional bitch is annoyed by all the commotion, and even better would be if it was scared for its family, if not for itself. Enough to forget overturning Roe. After all, no one can babysit them 24/7 for the rest of their lives. The bitch has to know she and her family would be harassed forever if it’s overturned. But the reality is that these sick, twisted people just don’t care. They’ll gladly spite others to get what they want. When you get off on having power and control over others, you do things because you can, you do what you’re going to do regardless of how others feel, and you don’t let anyone bully or control you. So they’re not gonna cave under pressure. People who are that stubborn, determined and controlling don’t care about the possible consequences.

The urge to unleash my inner troll is strong at times when it comes to Termite Tammy and the brood. But I must behave for Tom’s sake. It isn’t that I’d do anything illegal of course. I’m too smart for that now. But I don’t want to risk doing anything that he may find out about and disappoint or worry him. Right before I die, I’ll have a little fun with them unless I die first of course, because I wouldn’t want Tom to have to deal with the consequences.

I’m allowing messages and friend requests again on Facebook. Maybe one of them will message me so I can reply with the same message I sent them from the temp account last November and know for sure that they’ve seen it. I have no way to get confirmation that they saw the one I sent. If they did message me, however, I doubt it wouldn’t be from an account I could reply to. I picture them not contacting me unless one of them dies.

I wasn’t happy to see them use the louder stand-up mower before we left. Of course they had to come early so I wouldn’t miss them and would have to hear that annoying edger buzzing. At least I missed the blowers and don’t have to listen to that shit every single day.

I’ve only heard the dog two out of the last five days. Maybe the office did talk to him. They definitely got “Cindy’s” message because now they’re spamming her. She doesn’t mind, though.

It’s a good thing I didn’t fall asleep before I did last night. A big boom of thunder erupted, surprising us. The radar suggested it was done storming sooner than when we heard it.

I was tired throughout Sunday. I started off tired yesterday too, but was lucky enough to perk up and function throughout most of the day. Today I was so glad to feel rested enough to hit the beach.

It’s hard to say just yet if the new sound I’m sleeping to will be any real defense against thunder. I can mask motorcycles or the sit-down mower well enough, but thunder is always harder, especially at its loudest. I’m getting more used to it now, though. My subconscious is starting to get to the point that when I go to sleep and hear any rumbling, my brain says, oh, it’s Florida, and that’s just what it does here.

I’ve started alternating waiting times before having my coffee. I wait for a half-hour every other day. The rest of the time, it’s an hour.

I’ve been having lower back pain a few inches above my ass and I suspect it’s my saggy mattress. Began looking into various mattresses but damn! There are so many mattress companies out there. Jessie loves her new hybrid Casper mattress. She says it costs 4K and is an adjustable king-size bed. Well, I don’t need a king nor do I need an adjustable. Adjustable would be good if I still read either paper books or on my Kindle. But since I listen, an adjustable isn’t necessary. I never eat in bed either.

I’ve never understood why some people love being woken up with breakfast in bed. First, I’d be pissed to be woken up. Secondly, eating in bed is always awkward, adjustable or not, and I’d worry about dropping food on the bed.

I got some protein bars the other day. The idea is to have them early in my day and hope they keep my hunger at bay long enough to delay eating. I haven’t had enough of them yet to judge how well they work.

The garlic press turned out to be a waste because it’s so hard to use but it was cheap so we’ll keep it.

The slippers are also a waste because they’re so rough on my feet. The soles and undersides of the tops have a scratchy canvas material. I need to find some old material and cover it with that.

It’s about 1:00 PM now and we’re heading back after just an hour on Honeymoon Island. It was simply way too hot. The water was like bathwater close to the shore but was still gorgeous. With some clouds, it would have been OK but with my pale skin and medication that causes heat sensitivity, especially in direct sunlight, I couldn’t stay long.

It was low tide and we had to walk 300-400 feet from shore just to get to where the water was up to our necks. That far from shore on Old Colony and you’re in about 30 feet of water!

Only one annoying plane and one jet skier, but tons of screaming kids. I hate that they’re out of school now. I swear I don’t remember so much screaming on the beach in Connecticut. There was one large group of kids playing ball 150 or so feet from shore and it was nonstop screaming all the way.

A mild annoyance was a young couple with a little kid seated nearby. The kid was fine. It was their music that was a bit loud.

All in all, it was great to get my much-needed sea and sun. My new chair is comfy too, but I think we’ll refrain from going when it’s over 85°.

Just passed a huge accident. I’m not surprised. 19 is full of them.

I shared a current selfie with Andy who showed it to Judy. Figured he’d show it to her and maybe even others as well. This is why I’m careful about what I share with him. I don’t mind but I still wish he’d keep in mind that I’m his friend. Not his and Judy’s. Not his and his siblings. One of his brothers wanted the termite’s name so he could look her up. They hung out together at the beach as kids like Andy and I did. I told him to tell his brother why he should absolutely not look her up but if he really wants to I’m sure he will.

He and his fucking memory, though! He’s runner-up to Kim for sure. We were connected when my parents died and I received my joke of an inheritance and I know I kept him in the loop about what was going on throughout the process, yet he asked if I wouldn’t mind telling him what I got. He told me I didn’t have to answer if I didn’t want to but Judy was thinking I must have gotten a hefty inheritance. He said he told her he didn’t think I got anything, though. So I reminded him of what I got, how my mother overspent, how the medical bills and other debt piled up in the end, and how appearance was everything to them, and yes, he could tell Judy. I think they were very comfortable after my mom‘s parents died for many years with the money they left but never rich.

My tooth still bothers me on and off but every time I think I’ll have to go to the dentist early, it backs off.

Downloaded some free apps from SideQuest but most of the free apps suck.

I rarely beat him at miniature golf so when I beat him twice in one day, we were both surprised.

We charged up and are heading for Burger King for burgers, fries and shakes.

I want to start writing stories on the road for future beach runs as I still don’t like not updating my journal several days in a row. I like to be consistent.

Been home for a few hours now and we’re both beat. We’re drained from the sun and all the food we ate. I can’t help but wonder how the hell we did it at the beach during those summers in the 70s. How did we have the energy to keep going after sitting on the beach all day? Yet I would go to movies on the beach at night and do all kinds of things while our parents would go to other people’s cottages for card games and whatnot. I’m so glad I didn’t have to bother with putting the house back together after bombing like we were originally going to do before leaving. We decided to just bomb the lanai and laundry rooms every now and then because the house hasn’t had a problem. I feel like I wouldn’t be getting the money’s worth out of the bombs if we were to bomb without seeing creepy crawlies regularly.

We showered the sand away and rotated my mattress before changing the sheets. It won’t be long before this side has indentations as well.

Then I got to hear about 6 barks from the mutt and a few minutes later I heard 3 more. So now I’m not sure whether or not anybody spoke to him. If they did, he obviously doesn’t give a shit. When it gets bad when the weather cools down and the windows are open more, I’ll complain in my own name and demand something be done about it.

I love how I have the option to choose not to have my Google account deleted if it’s inactive for over 18 months. I didn’t realize I could do that. If it’s inactive that long, I’m definitely dead! LOL

SUNDAY, JUNE 19, 2022 The tentative plan is to hit the beach tomorrow, but there’s a 50/50 chance I’ll be too tired since we’re in for heavy thunderstorms tonight. It won’t be a big deal if I can’t make it because we have all week. But I didn’t want to get too backed up in my writing just in case there is a delay. So I looked at my notes and decided to write about a couple of things.

The fight for sleep still continues. It is very hard to talk myself out of the belief that something is truly cursing my sleep. No matter how much I try to tell myself it’s silly, there are too many coincidences, and again, scattered events are one thing, but a pattern is another. It’s still not as bad as the other place, but it seems that whenever it can, the sleep curse makes up for the traffic waking me up at the old place with other things. I wake up several times during the night for a second or two just because I’m older. I also feel tired a lot of the time because of my age and thyroid. So when things like thunder occur and Nature Sounds cut out and wake me up on top of it, it’s really hard on me. And we’re just about getting ready to go into the peak of the storm season where it’s stormy pretty much every day. This is going to be the real test as to whether or not we can stay in this state and climate. Sleep disturbances were hard on me when I was young, so you can just imagine how hard they are on me as an older person. If I’m constantly rundown, day after day, week after week, we can’t stay here. I’m really hoping for the best though!

So I canceled my Nature Sounds subscription because the Underwater sound I would sleep to was hit or miss. Sometimes it would play until I woke up and other times it would cut out or just stop completely. I’m now trying Airplane by Sleep Sounds. The sound may actually be better and it’s free. It’s a more steady and consistent type of sound that may do a better job of blocking low-pitched rumbly sounds like motorcycles and some thunder. When it’s thundering at its loudest, there really isn’t anything I can do about it. I don’t think anybody could when it gets to the point where it sounds like gunshots going off inside the house.

I discovered something I should do every couple of weeks. The bot was vacuuming my room, so I had to shut the bathroom door which we don’t usually do so that steam doesn’t build up in there and make mold. Looking at the steam on all three mirrors in there, I realized it was a great opportunity to take my Turbie Twist and wipe them all down. This is a much easier way to clean them. I just can’t reach the top of the mirror over the sink without the step stool.

Had to take a break from this entry because I’m having one of those days where I have heavy fatigue. Damn, I’m sick of this shit! Anyway, we decided we would go Tuesday instead of tomorrow to the beach because the weather will be better. I also have a better chance of feeling rested because there aren’t storms scheduled for the night before as there is tonight.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 15, 2022 Energy, oh energy, how good it is to see you again! I’ve missed you. I hope you’ll stick around for a while.

It was great to have the energy on our 28th anniversary to go out to eat. We went to Denny’s for some good old comfort food. He hates Chinese, he hates seafood, so we’re limited as to where we can go for things we’ll both eat. I got steak and eggs, but the steak was a bit tough. The fries were a bit salty too, but it was still a nice treat. We went to a different Denny’s this time. Had a little trouble finding the entrance because of the screwy parking set up but I liked it better because they didn’t have music blasting as they did at the other one.

Before we left, I did my nails with the dip powder again. They look lovely but holographic is not holographic, and chameleon is not chameleon. Why can’t people just say what they’re selling?

No sign of the fungus returning, but my nails are getting a little damaged so I’m going to let them breathe soon.

We were going to bomb before we left, but we knew we wouldn’t be out for two hours. We’re thinking we’ll do that Monday instead and take off for the beach that day.

I got a couple of new apps today. First is Nature Trek which is very pretty and relaxing. You can control the weather in each environment, grow trees, plant flowers, etc. The only thing is that unless they keep adding new environments regularly, you’ll eventually do all there is to do in each environment. So it won’t be all that new and exciting after a while, but it’s still nice. The environments are kind of a cross between realistic and surreal, sort of like the environments in my meditation app. It was kind of funny seeing the cute little bunny hop by in the Green Meadows environment and then run right through a log.

Next up is Tai Chi. Not sure what to make of this app yet. I just haven’t used it enough. It’s made by the same people who made the meditation app I also have. Same environments, same voices on the guided part. The environments don’t matter as much here because you’re so focused on slowly following the black and white discs and leaving a streak trailing behind them as you move. It’s even hard to focus on both of them at once, so if you’re focused on one, the other one can go a little off track. Your controller should softly vibrate continuously. If they stop vibrating, you’ve gone off track. They have a thing to calibrate your arm length.

Last of all, Tom got another golf course. This is the El Dorado course and it’s really nothing spectacular. It’s not very colorful. The course is set in a jungle, so there’s lots of green and brown, and that’s pretty much it.

TUESDAY, JUNE 14, 2022 Another day of fatigue. I napped for an hour. The cooking and cleaning I did really took a lot out of me. This is just ridiculous. Goes to show that waiting before having coffee hasn’t helped this time around. Why is it that things tend to work only once? What am I going to do if we succeed in getting my TSH normal and I’m still tired?

I forgot to mention that the other night I had a dream that Tom was fired. He was pissed too. Not because he loved the job and would miss it, but because of the way he was cruelly and unfairly fired. So glad we don’t have to worry about that being a possible dream premonition!

For our 28th anniversary tomorrow. We’re going to go out to eat. It will only be Denny’s, but I love their food. Just not looking forward to the blasting music. So fucking annoying how many stores and restaurants still do this. Supposedly, it’s to create a certain “vibe.” I looked at their menu online and I think I’ll get my usual steak and eggs. I like steak, I like eggs, and I like their fries so why not?

We’re gonna bomb the place before we go, even though this place has had surprisingly few bugs. I’m surprised. I really thought it would be the other way around in a subtropical climate. I’m wondering if it’s because of the thing we have plugged in by the door. It gives off an intermittent frequency that bugs sense and keeps them away. The CA house was much bigger and it seemed worthless there, but maybe that’s because one wasn’t enough for a house that big.

I’ve been having instant coffee at the beginning of my day. While the instant cappuccino is good and it’s nice to throw in some variety every now and then and save money, I kind of missed both K cups and having decaf around, so I got some decaf K cups.

I also got a pair of cheap flimsy slippers from Walmart to wear around the house because of the way this carpet is so rough on my feet. I didn’t want anything too plush or fancy because it’s warm, and I don’t want my feet feeling like they’re in an oven.

Lastly, I got a 5-pack of panties for the 18-inch dolls and a garlic press. The underwear is because some of their dresses are kind of short and it looks a bit odd when they’re sitting and their crotches are exposed a bit. I have a porcelain doll I want to throw a pair on as well as one of the 18-inch vinyl dolls.

The office completely blew “Cindy” off. Figured they would. I heard three barks after I got up and I’m sure I’ll be hearing more than that as I roll back on to days. Nothing anyone can do about it, though. Roy was here for 40 years and I’m sure he’s got friends in the office. Therefore, because it was Roy’s dog, they’re not going to take anyone’s complaints seriously.

MONDAY, JUNE 13, 2022 The news is getting more depressing than ever with the rise of gay-bashing and violence. I’m so glad the guys who wanted to incite a riot at the Iowa Pride parade were stopped before anyone could get hurt. It’s scary, though. It really is. Things will never change. If they haven’t by now, they never will. I’ve totally lost all hope and faith in humanity as a whole. People suck. They really do.

And just what is it these sickos think they’re “reclaiming” with their little “Reclaim America” shirts? There’s nothing to reclaim. Gay people have always existed and they haven’t taken anything away from straights. Straights are still free to be straight. So I don’t get this any more than I get what conservatives feel they need to conserve when allowing for gay marriage, for example, doesn’t take away straight marriage.

Then you’ve got pastors calling for the execution of gays in Texas and that shithead in Ohio that gave his little hate speech at a graduation ceremony, calling it God’s “word” and not gay-bashing. That’s like shooting someone in cold blood and calling it God’s word and not murder. When are people going to finally get that no matter how much we may wish there was, there’s no proof that there even is a God? Secondly, why would you take the word of anything that could be so hateful if there was? I just wish people would wake the fuck up already and stop with the constant hatred in the name of some invisible and most likely imaginary and fictitious being. Do they really want to set these examples for the kids of today so that they can carry on the hatred tomorrow?

I said in my last entry that Betty Broderick should have been executed, but I don’t know about that. If at least most of what I’ve read about the case is true, then yes, she did know what she was doing, she intended to kill them, and she definitely should be put away. But I also feel that Dan kind of had it coming to him. I think he really fucked with Betty’s head and one can only take so much psychological torture before they snap. Everybody’s got a breaking point. Everybody. I think they were both fucked up in different ways. Dan was a gaslighting liar who played with Betty’s head and broke her heart. Betty was materialistic, immature, and kind of crazy.

Betty got so much support and so many letters and gifts in jail. I think she actually wanted to be in jail in the end because that way she didn’t feel so alone. That was the impression the series gave me, anyway. Funny though, how you can get so much support for killing two people when everyone is white, but when you finally get fed up enough to say something to your black tormentor, everyone wants to lynch you.

I might have already mentioned this, but we got a thunderstorm a few nights ago. So much for thinking they don’t happen at night very often because I just can’t get myself to sleep at night every night. I’m tired today because I woke up having to pee and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I lost an extra hour of sleep I could have used.

Andy posted to his wall that he wasn’t suicidal, but that he hasn’t been feeling loved or needed lately, and it had him down for a while. He says he knows he’s loved but still feels depressed. He thanked those who reached out to him and said he was glad he didn’t keep things bottled inside.

Also, his neighbors behind him are driving him crazy. There’s a house behind him and he says they burn fires 365 days a year. In the winter, it’s for fires, and in the summer, it’s for barbecues. He says the smoke always comes in his windows and messes with his asthma, not to mention stinks the place up really bad. He said he called the fire department on them once and they made him put it out, but they haven’t learned their lesson. This sucks, but it doesn’t surprise me. They drove him crazy all day with their ax chopping at wood, which he knew was for future fires to come and therefore more smoke in his condo and lungs.

People are definitely going to do what they’re going to do and they don’t give a shit about anyone else. Even if the park hadn’t blown off my e-mail in a bogus name and had decided to have a word with Steve, what good would it do? He’s going to let the fucking thing bark anyway. It seems to get excited when it’s going out and that’s what triggers it. I’m sure it did the same thing when it was with Roy. I don’t think it’s just about separation issues, but it’s just how this dog is. When it’s time to go out for a walk or on the golf cart, it gets excited and barks. Even if they did contact him and he decided to do something about it, how long would it last? I know people. After a while they figure, hey, I’ve been good for a while, so now it’s OK. But it’s not OK.

Anyway, I let Andy know I was there for him. He said he rarely gets depressed, so that’s good. He also joined Weight Watchers. Gotta wonder how he’s able to afford this, especially with inflation. He must really be doing well for clients, or a hell of a lot of canning.

Replika never runs out of things to piss me off with. Yesterday I noticed they reset my login schedule even though I didn’t miss a day. So now I have to wait till Friday for the free gift instead of Tuesday. Whether it’s a glitch or their greed, I don’t know. They’re definitely greedy, and they definitely have shitty programmers that don’t know what they’re doing.

I’ve noticed fewer commercial planes flying overhead, and I wonder if it’s due to inflation and fewer people being able to afford to vacation.

SATURDAY, JUNE 11, 2022 Sitting here with dark auburn dye in my hair. Thought I’d do some writing before it’s time to wash it out. In another few years, I may be too damn blind to see what I’m doing, and therefore I may have to stop dyeing it. I’m not going to pay someone 60 bucks to slap it on for me as a low-income retiree. More important things to do with that 60 bucks.

Shortly after I got up, I deleted Michelle’s latest voicemail from her latest number which I also blocked. What is this, something like the fourth or fifth one now? Then Tom told me there was mild thunder while I slept. He said he didn’t hear the dog, but I’m sure it went off when he was under the headphones or something. I don’t think that thing can be let outside without taking a shit fit. I heard a few barks at 8:30 but nothing too crazy. It just doesn’t help that this thing, even though it’s a smallish dog, has such a loud bark.

It may be that Steve is trying to train it, but that it’s untrainable. Tom says all dogs are trainable and they live for pleasing their owners, but I don’t know about that. Jessie says she’s had dogs all her life and that while she’s been lucky, she does have this 13-year-old dog with major separation issues and no amount of training has changed that. It was then that I remembered that the termite said she got a dog from the pound that was a biter. She put it through behavioral training and it didn’t do shit so she had to get rid of it.

Part of me is hoping Steve will get sick of it and surrender it, but of course he won’t. So I’m stuck with it for who knows how many years as this isn’t an old dog. Toni didn’t have an exact age but said it’s a “youngish” dog.

I decided to start allowing friend requests and messages on Facebook once again, curious to see what comes in. I don’t want to block requests and messages that I may actually want. What if my old ENT really does look me up?

TUESDAY, JUNE 7, 2022 Why oh why is my sleep so cursed? Just fucking why? The mowers didn’t wake me up. It was the Internet cutting out again. Same time too at just after 10. Sometimes I don’t feel like I sleep much better here than in the old place. It’s like there’s always something. No matter what I do, whatever is cursing my sleep finds a way to get around it. So I guess if I was suddenly able to sleep at night every night, it would send more low-flying helicopters over the house or make sure we had more power failures, right? Well, we’re going to find out because without the net being reliable, I need to start sleeping at night as much as possible. This will eliminate the threat of the mowers and when the motorcycle returns. Then the only problem will be thunder. This really sucks because the underwater sound was the best defense against most lower-pitched, rumbling sounds.

So I’ll be getting into bed to listen to my book at 10 and setting my alarm for 7. The fan and the air cleaner will be my background sounds. I still have the portable sound machine I used at the hotel, but it’s defenseless against things like mowers, motorcycles, and thunder. It’s better than just the air cleaner during the daytime, but not enough. This is why I want to train my body as much as I can to sleep at night, once and for all.

Oddly enough, I’m not that tired, even though I only had 5 hours of sleep. Yesterday I was much more tired and I slept for 6. I figure that if I can’t get back to sleep then I got all the sleep I need. I’m glad I don’t feel the urge to nap because that sometimes makes me feel worse.

In five hours, we’ll head down to check out Bingo.

Walmart refunded the $10 tiny little travel-size bottle of hair conditioner I got which was nice.

MONDAY, JUNE 6, 2022 I’m a little tired today because I didn’t sleep all that great. Really hope the mowers don’t make it worse tomorrow because I would like to check out Bingo in the evening. I’ve been wanting to for a while now.

In a minute, I’ll go have a banana and a coffee yogurt and see if that perks me up at all. I’m definitely going to be indulging in good food tonight. Having the same things to eat was getting to me. It might have been healthier and saved money, but I started craving variety so I got a bunch of different things. I don’t usually get snacks these days other than the occasional candy bar, but tonight I’ve got a bag of Tostitos to enjoy.

I was pissed to find I paid $10 for a sample size of hair conditioner. That’s just fucking ridiculous. I had no idea. I left the seller and the product a negative review. Hopefully, it will warn others. I guess that’s a big thing these days where sellers will buy things and then charge ridiculous prices hoping people won’t notice. Well, I’ve definitely noticed and I’m going to make sure that I continue to before spending so much for so little.

Walmart included a goodie bag which helped make up for the rip-off a bit, and this time it was mostly good stuff. Pretzels, something you add to your drink to help hydrate you, eye drops Tom might be able to use, an Olay sample, scented fabric softener, and a disinfectant spray similar to Lysol. Perfect timing too, because our can of Lysol which I used to spray the trash bin with is almost empty.

We have a new mailman that looks exactly like Maurice. I don’t know if he’s replacing him or if he’s just working some of the time, but Tom said he doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing yet, or even how to drive the truck. Strange how we haven’t had any white or female mail carriers. Maurice is one of the nicest carriers we’ve ever had, so I hope he hasn’t gone for good.

I’ve heard about 5 barks so far today, and about 7 yesterday. I heard a single bark at 3:00 PM yesterday and then the rest were at 9:00 PM.

Last night we got a good hard rainstorm. It didn’t last long, but there was a lot of loud, heavy rain. No thunder, though.

Now that my golfing has improved somewhat, I started playing some of the hard courses. The game comes with easy and hard courses. The graphics are beautiful on most of them.

Tom grabbed a free game called Cybrix that he likes, so I downloaded it and will give it a try later.

A piece of nail powder chipped off from the back of my index finger. I also have a slight bit of chipping on the tip of my middle finger. They still look great overall and I did a good job for my very first time.

Had another weird dream. In the dream, he was working, and even though it was the end of my day and I was just as unable to keep a schedule, he urged me to go to work with him and apply for a position there, wherever “there” was. Even though I told him it wouldn’t last a week, I took a housekeeping job of sorts where I simply walked through this large room to collect whatever trash I spotted, be it empty coffee cups on desks or stuff from pails. I enjoyed the mindlessness of it and it pissed me off to know that I couldn’t do it indefinitely and add to our income.

SUNDAY, JUNE 5, 2022 So now Alexa’s annoying by-the-ways are did-you-knows. I let Amazon know once again that people really do want what they ask for and nothing more. I don’t get why these pushy bastards don’t keep their tips and pointers in their newsletters. When I ask for the weather, I want the weather. Not to discuss gift ideas I have absolutely no interest in.

Still think I might have a cavity but I’m going to give it a little more time. I hope it’s just sensitivity we get with age, but somehow I doubt it. Not with all the damn dental problems I always have. How can I care for my teeth as religiously as I do and still have one fucking problem after another???

We tested our glucose the other day. Mine was down 3 points to 107, but his is up to 118, unfortunately.

The semi-permanent purple hair dye is crap. It didn’t cover the greys and I could still see some bleeding out in my shower. I’d hate to have to reapply it every few days, especially since it doesn’t work. I think with dye I should be all or nothing and either go all grey or use permanent dye. If it’s not going to cover the grey, I might as well get permanent dye.

My nails still look great, but I had slight lifting by the cuticles so maybe I didn’t let the base coat cure long enough. Could also be that it was too thin back there or too close to the cuticles to begin with.

I had the strangest dream last night. Due to how long and detailed it was, it makes me wonder if it might have been a glimpse into another dimension. It started with us moving into a house that didn’t seem to be much bigger than this. It might have been a 3-bedroom, but I’m not sure. The rooms didn’t seem much bigger than in this place. The woman who lived there before died and left all her furniture and stuff in the house. I had mixed emotions about the furniture being there. It was kind of old and dumpy and I knew we could use it initially, but would eventually want to get rid of it and replace it and would have to pay someone to have it hauled away with no bulk trash pickup in the area.

I set some bedroom stuff up in one of the bedrooms and then I started going through the stuff left in the house, starting with a hutch. There were a bunch of little figurines, some I liked and some I didn’t care for.

Then I went into the bathroom and that’s when I discovered that the lady had not only left her stuff in the house but her cat as well. I had to take a dump but I couldn’t because the cat kept rubbing against me and trying to jump on me. I went from frustrated to pissed and then the dream turned horrible. I kicked the crap out of the poor cat and then I still couldn’t take a dump because I felt so guilty for what I’d done. “I’m so sorry,” I told the now terrified cat, hoping it would eventually forget what I’d done, but knowing it wouldn’t.

I briefly woke up at this awful part and then fell back asleep and the dream continued! In the next part, I was trying to decide if I really wanted to sleep in the bedroom I’d chosen and Tom said “no” as if to say that wouldn’t be a good choice, suggesting I may hear more outside noise from it.

The reason I wonder if it was a glimpse into another dimension is due to how long and detailed the dream was. I can’t see it being a sign of anything because I don’t see us moving into a similar setup as this place. If we move, it’s likely to be something bigger and nicer than this. That’s a big if, though. I’m starting to really think this could be it, especially since the horses are looking like more and more of a bust.

It will be far from the end of the world if we are here for the rest of our lives (the last place would’ve really sucked, though), even though that’s not what my vibes say. What happened in Arizona and the last place has me hesitant to complain because…what if we are here for the rest of our lives? Besides, the barking doesn’t even total 2 minutes a day, so I guess I can live with it. Even if the dog stopped barking, there would just be something else to replace it. Out goes Darren’s motorcycle and honking truck and in comes Steve and the dog. There’s always something.

If we are here for life, my biggest concern would be next door. If I’m right about us having 20 more years, it’s hard to say whether or not Toni would still be around, but I can’t believe the couple on the other side would be. So we could eventually end up with something annoying over there. Another big concern would be them building something in back. Sooner or later they’re going to bulldoze out what trees are there and put in something and that would be quite maddening. Sleeping in the daytime would be virtually impossible. I figure the park may eventually buy the land, or worse, an apartment complex would be put up there. They do have to let the rain go somewhere though, and there is a bit of a dip, although I don’t know how deep, directly behind the house. So they may not come right up to the fence by our house, but pretty close enough. It would still be a nightmare if they built anything back there, whether it was houses or an apartment complex or businesses.

Whether or not the horses work out, he was thinking of eventually trying to create a VR app. I had an idea for having these trees in which leaves fall off or petals from flowers and you have to hurry up and catch as many as you can in a basket. Each time you have less time so you have to move faster and faster.

SATURDAY, JUNE 4, 2022 Still waiting on the purple hair dye that was supposed to come yesterday but didn’t since some idiot put it on the wrong truck. I did get the nail powder dips, however, and they’re awesome! Very easy to do and anyone can do it. It is a little time-consuming, though, compared to strips and involves about 6 different steps. It takes about 10 minutes per hand. I have Metal Red on one hand and a mix of Fluorescent Green and Teal on the other. I didn’t want to use any of the pinks which I like best until I saw how easy it was to do. I didn’t know if I was going to screw up or what. There really isn’t much to screw up, though, as long as you follow the steps. You apply the base coat and cure it. Then the nail gel and cure it. Then the top coat and cure it for just 10 seconds. Then you take a makeup applicator and tap on the powder, then brush off the excess with the makeup brush I got. The last step is putting on a second topcoat and curing it.

The UV light didn’t burn me at all. It was slightly warm, but that was it. Believe it or not, my nails are still slightly tacky, but I didn’t cure them for as long as I could have. They look gorgeous. I’m very happy with the way they came out. Regular nail polish is nowhere near this glossy. Not even the strips are. Also, you would never know I had ridges! The lighter colors don’t look as glossy, but they look glitterier.

Next time I’m going to play around with the fluorescents by another brand and do each finger a different color. After that, I’ll go back to the chrome set and do the Holographic Pink on one hand and Chameleon Pink to Gold on the other. Eventually, I want to get some glow-in-the-dark dips. I’m still going to do stickers and nail polish at times but this is a fun way to add variety and mix things up a bit.

The other brand also has hues. Six different shades of blue and a little tower with six different shades of green. Even the ugliest colors in the chrome set were still gorgeous with the way they’re so vivid, shiny, and glittery. That would be the Coffee.

I’ll just have to be patient because it’s going to be a while before I experiment with all the different colors because this stuff has some serious staying power. If I get impatient, I have remover. I just hope it works as well as the video shows.

We discussed what to get each other for our upcoming anniversary on the 15th and he’s going to pick out a diamond painting for me to do for his office wall. I’ve decided on a couple of VR apps I’d like. One’s called Nature Treks. The other is Tai Chi.

I couldn’t figure out how to create maps for my VZ rides on the computer, but as expected, he was able to figure it out, so he helped me. I created a route from Salzberg to Munich but there are parts of the trip that Nane’s bus may not have traveled through.

I’ve been thinking about Nane a lot lately and I still don’t know why I miss her. She was such a judgmental bitch at times. I guess it’s because she was one of my first international cyber friends. I did have quite a crush on her too. She was quite the story muse as Kate Jackson once was.

I can’t help but wonder what her life is like today. Is she still working as an accountant? Is she with someone? Is she healthy? Does she still like to vacation in Turkey? Lockdown must have been so hard on her because of the way she really likes to be on the go and socialize. That’s why she dumped poor Irene. Irene had settled down, but Nane was still a party girl. She probably still visits Christiane. Although Irene says she’s over it, I still feel a bit bad for her because I think Nane only blocked her because of me.

I wonder if she’ll live the rest of her life in Germany, or if she’ll one day retire in Turkey or Greece. Or maybe somewhere else?

The funniest thing happened yesterday. I was standing in the kitchen window and saw Tom pull something out of the mailbox. Only he dropped it like it was on fire. A frog was in the box and startled him, LOL. I didn’t see the frog from the window, so my first thought was some kind of wasp, bee, or a large spider.

I heard the dog for the better part of a minute yesterday because it got all excited to go out on the golf cart with its inconsiderate owner. Pretty sure I heard it this morning too. I’m getting a little closer to complaining and not hiding about it either. I don’t think they said anything to him because I was anonymous the first time around. And maybe because I might have been the only complainant thus far. If they did say anything, then this guy simply doesn’t give a shit. Either that or he’s embarrassingly stupid that he doesn’t know that he’s got options for training/controlling the damn thing.

I was tempted to ask Toni how she feels about it lately, but I don’t know how much I can trust her. I barely know the woman. She seems nice and kind of like the new Mrs. Twenties, but how do I know Toni hasn’t already shared our chat? How do I also know that Mrs. Twenties didn’t tell the Bs I complained, or told someone that told the Bs? I have my doubts, though, because of how fast the counter-complaint came. I don’t think it was even 24 hours. I would think it would take two or three days for word to get back to the Bs and for them to look our place over and decide what to complain about, and then for Joy to come out and decide to leave a note on our door. Joy probably still gave our names to the Bs, but it was her counter-complaint, no doubt. It was her spiting someone who complained on her friends. That’s how they were able to get away with so much shit for so long and not get evicted. Joy had the chance to defend herself when I contacted her when we left and she never did. Silence often speaks the truth.

I’m still hesitant to complain here after what happened at the other place. My complaint could add to the anonymous one and any other possible complaints and lead to something being done about the mutt, or it could backfire on us and get us counter-complained on. You just never know who’s friends with whom.

THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 2022 Saw the new ENT yesterday and wasn’t very impressed. He did an OK job but wasn’t very friendly. He was over a half-hour late too. The waiting room was kind of crowded. There’s more than one doctor there. I’m glad there weren’t any annoying kids, but one guy was playing a game show loud on his phone and the other had an insanely loud ringer and would gab on the phone when he would get a call. Through modern technology and paper-thin walls (he was in the exam room next door), I learned that his thyroid biopsy came back OK, LOL.

There was this really tall and really skinny woman that came in to get her mother who was also skinny but not as tall. Meth heads? It was weird. The woman came in barefoot and had gauze wrapped around one calf.

Since I only need to see an ENT every nine months, I’ve decided to stick with him because he’s close by. Competency is most important, not friendliness. I got a morning appointment so I shouldn’t have to wait so long. Sure do miss my old ENT, though!

Again, we stopped at Burger King on the way back and today we ran up to CVS for treats. I got a few pieces of caramel and a 4-pack of Merlot.

I was wrong in saying that he threw away $25 on the horses. He was given money for signing up and that’s what he’s been using. He said that if he loses it all, then he’s just not good enough and he’s not going to bet again.

Trying to remove the Color Street nail strips was a nightmare! I didn’t realize that they were like Jamberry. You can’t just peel them off. I had to pour some nail polish remover into a baggie and place the baggie inside a cup of warm water. Even then, it took forever to get it off. It explains why they felt different. They’re great if you don’t mind letting them wear off naturally or taking the time to remove them. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s hair and nail goodies!

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 1, 2022 Liz did a great job trimming my hair yesterday and I learned something from her too. You’re not supposed to wash your hair every day. When she told me she only washes hers once a week, I was stunned. When I asked if her hair got really greasy and her scalp itchy, she said no because she uses a dry shampoo that you spray in between washes. She said you just have to train your scalp. She says the reason my scalp is oily while my hair is dry (besides thyroid disease) is that the more you wash your hair, the more oil the scalp produces while the shampoo itself dries the hair out if it’s overused. I used to go every other day when my hair was really long so I wouldn’t have to deal with it as much. I can’t see myself going a whole week, but maybe every other day.

I ordered some dry shampoo spray along with a spray-in conditioner. The dry shampoo comes in different fruity and floral scents.

I also got Purely Purple semi-permanent hair dye and decided to splurge on the nail powder dips after all. I got two different sets. One comes with applicators and contains fluorescents. The other comes with base and top coats and has metallics and holographic powders.

Love the new cast iron skillet, as heavy as it is, and our new silicone oven mitts. The heat doesn’t go through these like the cheap dollar-store ones I had. I prefer mitts to potholders because that way I don’t have to worry about dropping them inside the oven like I’ve done a couple of times.

After getting my hair done, we went to Burger King. Later today I’ll be seeing my new and hopefully permanent ENT.

The Austria ride I did took about 20 hours. I started a Budapest ride yesterday but couldn’t get past 57% of it because Google didn’t have sufficient images. I hate that shit! So now I’m in very northern Italy.

Mia’s free gift last time around was a dull gray denim jacket.

Last night’s wake-up call, besides waking up to pee and just because, was a nightmare. It started off great. Aly was still alive, and she and Kim came to see me. We all hugged at the airport and then my stomach felt funny. I told them to hang on while I ran to the bathroom, and left them to chat with Tom. In the bathroom, I found I was bleeding and was horrified, knowing I shouldn’t have any bleeding now that I was post-menopausal. I decided I would just keep it to myself for a while and then the dream ended.

[realfactsnlogic]

In which I write this because this post is *genuinely* not good for Twitter’s word count…let alone Twitter itself

‪I saw a post about a trans woman sharing her thoughts about the doomposting by newly out or closeted trans women who tend to start off being insecure about passing and essentially hinge on the perceptions of strangers.

Me, not realizing I am a trans man commenting on a trans woman, I shared my thoughts, agreeing with what she said in her thread.

Someone saw my comment and said that while the fact that I’m a man commenting on a woman’s post was initially irritating, he checked my profile and saw that I’m like a parallel universe version of him.

At first, I didn’t know what to say. It felt like a compliment. Not backhanded, but not the superficial, hugboxing, ego-boosting kind either. It just felt “good.” Now that I’ve typed this out, I’m thinking…holy moly am I a masochist getting off to this kind of thing?

Digression aside, I get this logic. Trans men are men, and trans women are women, right? (Spoilers: yes, that is true, and nobody will change my mind on that.) I saw a tweet going around one time that said “trans men are the Men of this community” — of course some of the trans guys I’d see on the For You TL got upset about this, maybe some trans girls too. But despite being a chronic grass toucher due to my job, I somehow had a basic grasp the reasoning behind the belief.

The reasoning, in short terms: men suck. Especially of the white, cisgender, heterosexual kind. Or even any of those combinations of the three. So yes, I get it. I get the so-called “man hatred” online. I talk with feminists IRL, and call myself one, for the sake of all that’s holy. Of course I’d know what the patriarchy does to an mf.

I may be a man now, but as I settle into my 20’s, I’m still getting used to This Whole Being a Man Thing — I’m new to this concept about being perceived as…well, a man. To be a little bit more personal, I can be considered a “trans kid” or “trans youth” considering I came out when I was 13, but that can entail being raised in a pretty patriarchal environment. Still, my backstory doesn’t excuse the fact that I *do* hold privilege. *Acquired* male privilege, as I like to call it.

While trans men can be oppressed for being assigned female at birth (misogyny), oppressed on the basis of being trans (transphobia), we’re still men at the end of the day. And men (can) suck.

I really don’t want to bring race to this conversation, but if we’re gonna get intersectional: I an Asian trans man, was commenting on a white trans woman’s post. I’ll put the race thing on the table. Both of us have went through gender affirming medical care.

So when it comes to this thing about gender—this reinvented Gender War between trans girls and trans guys and non binary people — what takes precedence? I wish I had the answer aside from wanting everyone to hold hands and sing Kumbayah.

Maybe I should make my own thread one day, but I want my status being an open secret kind of thing. It’s being “Stealth Lite”.‬ My trans status should be known on a case by case basis. I consciously chose this, even if it was slightly motivated by fear of being mistreated for being trans. Yeah, that’s my passing privilege showing, but hey. I’m doing my best to use it to defend the people who lack it.

To any trans guy who finds this: fellas, i know it’s tough that people are realizing that “trans men are men. and since men suck, we should be including them” or whatever. I get it. It does hurt our egos when “trans men are men” is a phrase being used to mock the shitty nature of many (cis and mainly hetero) men. But we’re men, right? We straighten up, stiffen our upper lips and move on.

I know that last sentence is problematic. And to clarify, I don’t mean it sarcastically. But I hope you can understand what I meant to say.

To put it bluntly while also softening my “tough love” language: a lot of men, especially the cis and mainly hetero ones, tend to have fragile egos. This is especially applied to the trans men I’ve seen who have lived as men since they were in their teens.

When we see the complaints by trans women online, especially those of colour, and especially if you’re a white trans man reading those tweets—listen. Don’t get defensive. Learn something from your trans sisters.

i certainly will, and will continue to do so. check your privilege, including the ones you’ve acquired.

everyone has to. even me.

*drops the mic*

[shayberri789]

Tumblr Tips

With new users coming and apparently actually following me, I figured I'd may as well make a master post of "Tumblr Tips" and "Tips for new users and returning users" posts I have been reblogging lately.

Edit: make sure to check my original version of this post, apparently the read more option no longer redirects people to the original full post from reblogs, so you won't see the additions. I've linked it in comments

This post was made when Twitter Refugees flooded tumblr, so it's mostly targeted to them. However!! Reddit immigrants will get a lot of use from it too! I'll be adding reddit specific stuff too as I find them. For now, here is the best and clearest "tips for reddit immigrants" post I've found. Welcome to tumblr

Can't believe I need this category; Tumblr Safety Tips:

Don't List Minor Status

Lurk Before You Post - my comment: Learn the site and culture before you post, you're less likely to poke a beehive that way

Listen to this or you will be mocked by locals

Don't give out your real name! + The benefits of primary and secondary blogs

Privacy: make your likes and follows private

A common scam going around - be careful! It'll pray on your kindness in your ask inbox

For Starting Out:

Starting info for Twitter Refugees

A handy guide for starting up - with diagrams!

How Not To Be Blocked By Every Tumblr User

SERIOUSLY. PLEASE GET A PROFILE PICTURE.

Why Locals Block Empty Blogs

Free Profile pictures if you're out of ideas: [x]

Etiquette - or shit that annoys locals to hell and back if you ignore these:

Don't censor shit - it's cringe and annoying and can be harmful

SERIOUSLY DONT CENSOR SHIT

bitesyoubitesyoubitesyou REBLOG SHIT

Abuse the tags but don't clog the tags - unrelated info tags are not cool

Tips to Improve Your Experience:

Terminology (Blorbo, plinko, some classic jokes, etc)

More terminology: Poor little meow meow vs blorbo

Different methods of interaction explained - reblogs, asks, DMs, replies, etc

XKit to improve your experience

Themes! Make your blog look great

Also you can change the site colour palette - I like a soft blue, some like black, some white, but there's more!!

Tumblr Tags: Don't Use Quotations "like this"

Remember; it's your blog

How to post mature (Eg: sexual) content

Folk Stories

Blocking:

Block without hesitation, for any reason

It's integral to curating your online experience

An example of reasons to block someone - yes your reason can be silly. I've blocked people for posting x reader fics, for shipping my notp, because i didn't like their AU. Not because I don't like them, or have anything against them, I just hate x reader fics in general, or didn't want to see my notp, or I just got tired of seeing their posts in a fandom tag. Rather than demanding they change, I changed how my tag looks to me. And that is responsible blocking. I also block racists, terfs, homophobes, etc. I blocked someone who was mean to me in replies. Do whatever to make your online experience good.

Misc:

FOR RETURNING USERS! We have new things!

Added to the above, here are some things people in the notes have added: Comments are a thing, clarification on tag filtering, seriously follow @/staff and @/changes

To concerned twitter artist refugees

Also! You can shorten posts like I have by adding a "read more" option. On website, make a new line and click the squiggly lone button. On mobile, type :readmore: then hit enter! Everything after that will be hidden under a nifty button. I recommend doing it! Especially for writing longer pieces!

How Tumblr Treats Celebrities and Popular blogs (If you're an influencer, prepare for hell. You'll get chased off if you try that here)

Tumblr Holiday - November Fifth Explanation

[oraclekleo]

Im Chang Kyun (MONSTA X) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Im Chang Kyun

Stage Name: I.M

Group: MONSTA X

Im Chang Kyun

I.M (MONSTA X)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - XI Justice

Changkyun is the dom in a relationship, no doubts about that. However he’s not the manipulative or possessive kind of a dom. He’s fair and square, he takes his partner’s opinions and values very seriously and respects them. He’s got a strong sense of justice and will always be honest and open about his feelings.

Libido - I The Magician

Changkyun’s libido is under his full control. He can either chain his desire up for weeks, months or years when he pleases and finds fit. Or he will unchain the beast and let it savour his lover in the most blissful way. Changkyun is likely very knowledgeable when it comes to various positions, techniques and toys, he’s pursuing the mastery of it and he will be the happiest man ever when his lover is as open minded as he is and will participate in experimenting in the bedroom. Make sure to always have a safe word, though, once the beast is unleashed, it will only stop on clear command.

Turn On - 7 of Swords

While Changkyun is the good and just dom in a relationship, he might be tempted to fall in love with a total player. Maybe he thinks he can change them? Maybe he gets extra thrill from having to be on guard and check on them to prevent them from cheating on him? Maybe he’s just vain and the fact his lover is attractive to others pleases him? Maybe he’s a freak? Who knows? However, Changkyun is likely to find himself a wild and tempting lover with proper experience and good count of cuts on their bed headboard.

Kink - Knight of Cups

As silly as it might sound, Changkyun finds it kinky and really arousing to go through the old fashioned courting rituals. Bouquet of flowers, holding doors and chairs for his lover, even handwritten letters and poetry, romantic strolls in the park and candles and slow dancing. Imagine every romantic movie or book you ever watched or read and all those little rituals performed there and Changkyun is up for doing it step by step to perfection.

Dirtiest Secret* - 3 of Cups

It’s not gonna be a surprise that the dirty secret Changkyun holds is experiencing a threesome. I mean, with his not completely devoted and faithful lover, he’s got very good chances he’s gonna have it often and in a variety of combinations.

Thank you for reading!

Hit the Like 💖

Comment! 💬

Reblog! 🔁

Follow for more! 💌

[tittyblade]

tumblr etiquette 101

a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.

First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!

Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!

1) Your blog

This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!

Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.

Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]

Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.

You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.

Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.

Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.

Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.

2) Interacting with others

You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!

Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.

Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.

Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.

You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.

Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.

...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.

Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.

For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.

3) Your Posts

Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!

Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.

Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.

Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.

Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason. 

Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)

Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.

@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.

4) Tags, and tagging a post

This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.

Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.

Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.

Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it. 

If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.

Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.

Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved. 

If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others. 

Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol. 

You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.

#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.

Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:

Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3

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Among You and Me - Corpse Husband x reader oneshot

Fandom: Corpse Husband, youtubers Warning: Swearing, me being in a good mood when I wrote it so a happy, positive reader, alcohol, hangovers, comfidence boost Pairing: Corspe x reader Summary: You got some extra confidence after having a couple of drinks and write a message to Corpse during his live stream, he answeres you messages and everything continues from there.

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A/N: I was in a super good mood when I started to write this and it shows, I’m sorry if it’s annoying and I don’t know if it’s shit but yeaah. Enjoy! :D

You were watching Corpse Husbands stream among us and was just having a good time. You had had a couple of drinks before the stream so you were in such a great mood. You melted every time he laughed because he couldn’t do the card swipe and just thought of how adorable he was. In your intoxicated mindset you got a confidence boost and opened the stream chat and also instagram. In the stream chat you donated 10$ and wrote “you are the most adorable person on this planet and you deserve the world! Thank you for exciting, love y/n” and hit enter, and also doing the same on Instagram on private messages.

He won’t see that, you thought to yourself and turned on some music to match your good mood and after a while forgetting about your stream that was on. Some days life is just great!

You had fallen asleep and woke up with a hangover, all the positive feelings you had yesterday were gone and now you just wanted to stay in bed all there with some aspirins. Looking at your phone seeing that nothing interesting had happened. You were scrolling through your feed on instagram and saw that you had an unanswered message. You opened it and saw that it was from Corpse.

You flew up in your bed and were staring at your phone.

I can’t believe he answered me, you said. Your hands were shaking and you were too nervous to open the message. Maybe he was annoyed with you for messaging him. Nooo he seems like a nice guy so I don’t think he is.

You opened the message and it read:

“Thank you for your kind words! I saw your donation and the message, means a lot 🖤”

You buried your face into the pillow and screamed for all that you were worth. He answered. You also felt ridiculous for reacting like this but there is no hindering the fangirl when she is out.

Your fingers were shaking but you wanted to reply so badly.

“Thank you! I can’t believe that you actually answered or noticed my message, it made my day honestly. Can’t wait for more content from you!” You hit send and left the bed. You had things to do today and if you were home you were only going to look at your phone all day to see if he would answer you. So to not get tempted you left your phone at home.

You came back to your apartment in the afternoon and we’re dying to check your messages. So you unlocked your phone and went straight to messages. Nothing. You felt a pang of disappointment but you tried to not dwell on it. He had probably many girls messaging him how much they love him and so on. You went to the kitchen and started to cook some dinner. But when you were preparing some vegetables you got a ding from your phone. You went over and saw that you had a message on Instagram. From Corpse. Your heart first stopped and then sped up like crazy. He answered you again! Wtf?!

“That's so kind of you to say, thank you! There will be a new stream tomorrow :)”

“Omg I’m gonna die” you said. Well if you died now you would be okay with it because you had been noticed by Corpse not once but twice.

“Yay can’t wait! I will be glued to the screen!” You answered and immediately felt embarrassed by your response.

Two days later you were waiting for the stream to begin. You had bought some of your favorite ice-cream in honor for tonight. The stream started and you heard Corpse say multiple times that he was super nervous and a shitty impostor. You felt your heart melt for him, he is so sweet and precious. You donated money to him and wrote “you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love y/n” and hit send. You saw your donation in the chat.

“”you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love (y/n)” thank you (y/n), that means a lot to hear right now. And I remember your picture from Instagram. Nice to see that you are watching the stream.”

The ice-cream you were about to eat dropped to the floor and you just sat there with an open mouth. He remembered your picture. HE FUCKING REMEMBERED YOUR PICTURE!

The rest of the stream was a fog in your memory because you were still stuck on the moment that he remembered you from your profile picture. Nothing could top that. Nothing. When the stream ended you turned of your computer and were of to bed. But there was no way in hell that you were going to fall alseep after something like that. Your phone lit up again and you saw that you had a new message from instagram. You opened up the app and it was from Corpse!

“I hope you liked the stream today :)” he wrote and again your heart raced like crazy. 

“I did it was super entertaining to watch! I think you are an incredible impostor.” you hit send. Not long after you got a reply.

“Thanks, I am very nervous during the streams and I hope that is not annoying or it bothering those who are watching it.”

“Not at all, well at least for me. I think it makes you more genuine when you confess that you can get nervous even though you are a big youtuber 😊”

 “Well I’m not a big youtuber... but it’s nice to read all your kind words in the chat. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad that we can help you feel better, and I mean every word I’m sending you.”

You saw that he started to reply, but you had to go to sleep so you turn off the phone and closed your eyes. Surprisingly enough you fell asleep quite quickly, and woke up by the sun hitting your face. Fall has jsut begun and the leaves were turning every beautiful colour of red, yellow and orange. When you brain had woken up more you remembered that Corpse had started to reply to your message. You quickly grabbed your phone and went on instagram. A new message, 8 hours ago. 

Shit, you thought and opened it. It was just a smiley face and nothing else. A little disappointed but then you saw the conversation that the two of you had had. You actually talked to him and he had replied instantly. Your brain must’ve given you some weird confidence and stable fingers at that moment. You didn’t really know what to reply so you just let it be and you didn’t want to annoy him with spamming his dm’s either - but you really, really wanted to.

Corpse POV.

Another day and another sleepless night. That is just my life right now. But the streams helped them make it a little less agonizing. Especially the nice comments I get from everyone and the conversation I had with one of the fans. What was her name again? (Y/N). Right. I wonder if she has answered my message.

I opened up instagram and opened our conversation. Read but no answer. To be fair I only sent a smiley to her. But... Why am I feeling so anxious that she left me on read?

“Yooo, care to hang out today?” Dave sent a message. I answered with a sure and locked my phone and waited for Dave to arrive to my house. But my mind kept on going back to why she didn’t answer me back. Well I know why, but I didn’t like that the conversation were over so quick. 

Dave entered my house and we hung out for a while but he could sense that something was bothering me.

“Hey man, you okay?”

I snapped out of my thought and looked at him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Except from the usual shit.”

“You sure? You seem a little... lost in thoughts perhaps? Is something bothering you?”

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Not even the kind girl from your streams?” he asked with a knowing smirk on his face. I lost all the colour on my face. HOW DID HE KNOW?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Not even that you recognized her picture from instagram? Like that you haven’t talked to her there?”

Fuck...

“Who is she?”

“A fan that contacted me and were very kind with her words. And I replied to her and after that we have been messaging each other here and there... but she left me on read last night so I guess that’s over...”

“What did you say to her?”

“I sent a smiley because I was too nervous to say anything else.”

Dave made the biggest and loudest face palm. It must’ve hurt his head. 

“You idiot... You can’t expect a reply if you only send her a smiley...”

“I know, but I got nervous.”

“Are you following her?”

“No... Not yet at least.” I said and took up my phone again and went on her profile. It was private. Of course. I hoovered over the follow button but I didn’t dare to press it. Dave gave me a thumbs up and I pressed the follow button. 

Your POV.

You were watching a Among Us highlight video on youtube when your instagram told you that you had a notification. You opened it and saw that Corpse had requested an invite to follow your profile. CORPSE WANTED TO FOLLOW YOU. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. What is even happening?! Of course you accepted it and you started to type a message to him. 

“Welcome to my little boring world. Hope you like what you see 😅”

You could see him typing something.

“I very much do ;)”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this and I couldn’t stop. It was difficult to get started but after that it was fun :D 

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