#I just need to make sure I can handle a car payment

[delicatefury]

Well. It’s Sunday so I’m visiting.

Without social media… I’ve done a deep dive of my finances. I’m not happy where I currently stand.

I want a new car. My family keeps telling me I need to get a new car. My car is a 10 year old Kia that I’ve run hard. But I’m trying to eliminate my debt from when I was unemployed.

So I’ve been spending the past three days drawing up charts and making plans and goals.

Good news! I’ve got a realistic plan that’ll let me move at a good pace to knock down my debt and improve my credit score (it’s good, but to get the car I want, I need better) without completely depriving myself of enjoying life.

Bad news! It’s completely useless and will need to be completely redone when student loans come back. Also, my law school debt is ridiculous.

I’m trying not to feel so overwhelmed. But, I think I’m heading the right way. It helps that with mine and my siblings efforts to diversify the farm certain food expenses are going to go down over spring-autumn.

[kremlin]

@wikwalker hi sure yes anything to give me an excuse to procrastinate the post i should be writing right now. here are all teh drugs and how to manage them. you can trust me, a drug addict

first of all: https://www.erowid.org/ , erowid always

don't be afraid of drugs, if they're the right drugs, you should do them since they will be a blast regardless and overcoming fear is also good (but outside the scope here)

OK to do as much as you want: alcohol - social benefit greatly outweighs health effects, no reason to avoid if predisposed to abuse since that'll happen sooner or later. what can i say? don't be a fucking dork. when you start drinking, really overdo it as much as possible without dying and get a few real nasty hangovers under your belt so you know how much is the right amount to drink.

weed - innocuous enough to be fine but will make you stupid in the long term. make sure to only buy from a real drug dealer and never some legal institution. cut it out when you're a "real adult". don't smoke weed and watch TV routinely, go out and do things so you naturally grow to hate it. good to go through this as early as possible to minimize the time you spend as a cringe weed enthusiast

i guess those are the only two.

ok to do infrequently (annually): "lsd" - or whatever it is, probably not lsd, blah blah blah, if it works and is sold on blotter its fine and won't make you go nuts or whatever. opt for a better psychadelic imo. see psych rule at bottom of section

mushrooms - better than acid since you know what they are. rule of thumb is to always do more than you think you want. minimum 1/8oz. see psych rule at bottom of post

dmt - if you somehow have a dmt hookup you don't need to be reading any of this. lasts 10 minutes which leads to tendency to way overdo it, don't do this, my favorite webcomic artist is permanently crazy from exactly that. using a crack pipe is also not the uhhhh most dignifying-feeling thing to do either. it's harder than you think.

mdma - for use at electronic music event or rave. overuse causes brain lesions or something.

coke - wait until you're in your 20s, have maxed out your roth IRA for a couple of years in a row, and havent missed a car payment in a similar timeframe. better still if you've worked a very shitty low paying job and know the value of a dollar. if you still find yourself buying candy you're not ready. too expensive to be worth it to get hooked on. know that you are VERY ANNOYING to anyone who also isn't high. don't fuck around with the guy selling it to you. avoid discussing or thinking about business ideas. you can't afford to make it a habit + kinda turns you into a piece of shit after a while, but at least a very interesting one

ketamine - another sick drug that rules, but save it for a special occasion. don't try and go into the k-hole your first time

rule for psychedelics - you get one good strong trip a year and that's it, make it count, always opt for doing a bit more than a bit less. but don't make it a habit, otherwise you turn into a very stupid very annoying "hippy" style cliché and believe in ghosts, aliens, crap like that.

ok to try once prescription opiates/benzodiazepine (xanax), valium, this kind of shit - worth trying so you can go "holy shit, this stuff is way way way too good to ever use responsibly" and then never do again. especially if you're white. for some reason we just can't handle this shit. if a doctor prescribes it to you, idk, that's your call to make.

ayhuasca - this is just dmt in a different form. do some other psychadelics a number of times before you do this. once you realize the whole "substantial visual hallucinations" thing is made up, its time. do exactly this: -buy root online (legal). receive box of dirt -boil dirt into "tea" (read erowid for exact recipe) -take over-the-counter anti nausea medicine or anything that will give you a stronger stomach -drink tea (its nasty as fuck, get it down quick) -have someone bigger than you keep an eye on you for the next five hours. -have the experience, which is absurdly intense, has no bearing to the real world, etc etc. don't be a bitch and throw up, if you do it'll only last an hour or so. again there is no way to provide a consistent description of the experience except that you will meet god. you only ever need to do this once and never again. trust me

peyote/salvia/etc - try em if you want, you'll never ever want to again afterwords. these are drugs for idiot teenagers too lame to get real drugs. imagine being very very sick from poison and utterly terrified at the same time. No good

whippets/nitrous oxide - just find a dentist that uses it and don't bother creating hundreds of pounds of trash on your floor for this crap that lasts ten seconds. you have to understand the extremely short timeframe coupled with the cost makes zero sense. go to a phish concert parking lot and do some people watching -- you do not want to be these people. only use is as a motivator to get routine dental exam. also if you somehow manage to make it a heavy habit your fucking legs stop working, no shit, but they start working again once you quit.

don't ever do heroin/meth/pcp - is is truly a mystery why you should never do these 🙄

synthetic weed/k2/shit from the gas station - it is so funny that they sell this as "weed that won't pop you on a drug test". its not weed. it is some dubious chemical sprayed on yard waste. smoke it to have a terrible time and go nuts. only buy drugs from legitimate drug dealers!

kratom - anyone's guess as to why this is legal but it's heroin for pussies. its still heroin

dxm/cough syrup - do you ever wonder why it is exclusively teenagers robotripping? it's because it sucks ass. is like a cheesegrater on your brain in terms of health effects with repeated usage. you're better than this king

inhalants - these are at the bottom of the list for a reason. do not huff gas. don't huff paint. do not consume computer duster. not fun + fastest way to make yourself a complete, uh, (word i can't say anymore) and then dead

not listed quaaludes- unavailable due to no longer being manufactured. these ruled apparantly

sincis2c - unavailable due to not existing, i just made this up

amphetamines - cannot provide objective take here. they're my albatross, lifelong (posted 4:55am natch)

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo NSFW Week 2023 Masterlist

Pairing: babysitter!Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Day 3: Lingerie, Body Worshipping

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Oral Sex (f. Receiving), Lingerie, Body Worshipping, Nipple Play

Satoru will do just about anything to be with the MILF he babysits for. He'll worship the ground she walks on. So it's fair to say he's happy when she surprises him with barely anything on.

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One thing that Satoru often fantasizes about is the woman he babysits for. Everything she does makes his imagination go wild. The shorts and the low cut shirts leave little to his imagination. His imagination goes wild whenever she pouts her glossy lips, scrunches up her nose or bats her long eyelashes.

He’s been with her before. One time while your daughter was asleep. But nothing ever happened after that. You never called him again. He really thought that the gig that was producing him, a somewhat broke college student, good money, was over. His eyes lit up when he saw your contact grace his phone again. He didn’t waste a second picking up the phone but to his dismay, it was just to babysit.

He wasn’t sure if you had a date or were meeting some friends, but you needed him to take care of your daughter. And now he’s here, his arms crossed as he watches some kids show. He’s just thinking about you, which pisses him off. He’s thinking about how you’re most likely with some idiot, making out with him and doing all the things you did with Satoru not too long ago.

He’s so consumed in his thoughts that your daughter has to tap his arm before saying, “There’s at the door, Toru.”

“Oh, sorry.” Satoru responds, patting the top of her head before standing up and going to the door. When Satoru opens the door, he finds your ex-husband. He knows your ex-husband, of course he does. Satoru has stalked every possible social media you have, and he’s seen your ex-husband over and over again. “Can I help you?”

“You a new boyfriend or something?” Your ex-husband asks, and it almost makes Satoru’s eye twitch. He doesn’t understand why he feels so jealous of the man that stands in front of him– Maybe it’s because they look nothing alike.

“Babysitter.” Satoru answers. He’s about to ask what your ex-husband is doing here, but you walk to the door right on cue. You smile at Satoru before looking at your ex-husband.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, and the man rolls his eyes.

“Told you I was coming to pick her up.” The man responds. You pout and then turn your attention to Satoru.

“Will you handle the exchange? I have to do something urgent.” You request and Satoru nods in response. You run into the house, kiss your daughter goodbye before running upstairs, while Satoru and your ex-husband stare at each other for what feels like a solid ten minutes. But it’s not even close to five.

“Well, aren’t you going to handle it? I don’t have all night?” And it makes Satoru walk inside to get your daughter ready to go with her father. It’s not much, just getting a small backpack and filling it with her favorite toys because she has everything else she needs at her father’s apartment.

“Bye, Toru.” She hugs Satoru and Satoru hugs her back. She keeps waving until her father grabs her waving hand and walks her to his car. Satoru leans on the doorframe as he watches your daughter be put in the backseat of the car. Once your ex-husband is done, Satoru shuts the door and walks back inside. 

He wonders what you’re doing upstairs, why you aren’t down here giving him his payment. He’s not going to wait down here. He begins to go up the stairs, while the wildest thoughts run through his mind. What if you’re upstairs in your bed and– God no, he can’t think like that knowing that he’s about to talk to you. He won’t be able to get a word out. 

Satoru takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. He patiently waits for your sweet voice to yell, “Come in!”

“Hey so since–” Satoru opens the door and walks into the room. His eyes nearly pop out of his bed when you lay on your bed wearing a red lingerie set. You’re scrolling through your phone, acting unbothered. But of course this is all planned, Satoru is not naive enough to believe that a woman just casually lays down in very sexy underwear. It doesn’t stop his cock from getting any less hard. “What…”

“I’ve missed you, Satoru.” You bat your eyelashes, pouting your lips. You sit on the edge of the bed. You let the bra strap fall from your shoulder, and Satoru doesn’t need an explanation as he walks over to you, “I tried to move on with someone else but you just fucked me so good…”

You don’t have to convince him. At all. He’s on his knees, ready to worship you as a goddess. In his eyes, you are a goddess. You don’t have to say anything for him to kiss your foot, then up your leg, telling you within kisses, “You’re so beautiful.”

There’s a smirk on your lips as Satoru kisses every inch of your body. His teeth nibble on the soft flesh of your thighs. Then he kisses the same spot over and over again, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He goes up, kissing your stomach and up to your breasts. He kisses and sucks your exposed cleavage, while one hand goes to your back to unclasp your bra. You slide it off and Satoru’s mouth wraps around your nipple. He sucks on your nipple while his hand plays with the other one. You bite down on your lip as he does so before a breathy moan leaves your lips.

He detaches himself from your nipple and kisses up your neck. He sucks on your skin, and you bite down your tongue when he finds that sweet spot that makes you weak. He finally gets to your lips and he pecks them a couple of times, “You look like a goddess. Any man is blessed to be in your presence.”

He goes down again, pushing your panties to the side. He takes a minute to look at your pussy, and his mouth begins to salivate. He gently kisses your cunt before he spreads your folds, getting a better look at your pussy, “Pretty little cunt. Prettiest I’ve ever seen”

He kisses your clit before his tongue begins to flick it. You watch him as he works his way through your cunt, and he’s looking back up at you to look at your reaction. The softest moans leave your lips as his tongue works its magic. 

You were thinking about doing this again, but you got busy. You never called him back, thankfully, you finally got to call him again. You aren’t someone that usually likes younger guys but Satoru is definitely an exception. He begins to suck on your clit while two fingers go up to your mouth, pressing against your lips indicating for you to open up your mouth. You open your mouth and he shoves his fingers in. When his fingers are wet enough, he takes them out of your mouth and drags them through your folds before he pushes them inside of you.

He swears he’s in heaven as he tastes you on his tongue. You just taste so fucking good. He wants to taste you every single day, and he’s swearing as he eats you out that he’s going to fucking marry you; that’s how much he loves your pussy.

“Oh, that’s so good, Satoru.” You moan as he moves his fingers. You hear him as he moans, letting you know how much he fucking loves your pussy. You’re biting down on your lip, throwing your head back as he makes you feel so good.

You feel that familiar feeling approach, and with every flick of his tongue, the feeling gets stronger and stronger. Your hands go down, your fingers running through his soft hair. 

His name escapes your lips, your legs shaking as you see white and reach your high. Satoru pulls away not without kissing your pussy one last time. He takes his fingers out then kisses your lips. He mutters on your lips, 

“Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

[theblackestswan]

Silent Desires | #2

Synopsis — There was a time when you pondered how you'd ever let it be known how much you desired Jungkook. But now? He's back. And he's not being silent with his desires anymore.

• Jungkook × F!Reader

• Brothers best friend, childhood friends to somewhat strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, and a bit of angst

• explicit language

• word count: 1k+

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The weekend had gone by fast. It was Friday when your car took a shit, and it was now Sunday. Jungkook had spent most of yesterday morning looking over your car, along with your dad and they both confirmed you needed a new transmission. You couldn't do much about anything on the weekend so you spent it mostly in your room, wishing your sorrows away.

But now you have an even bigger problem, you have to face. What the hell are you gonna do as far as work? Your car is more than likely not getting fixed anytime soon.

Transmissions aren't cheap, and even then, depending on the cost, it might just make more sense to get yourself a new car, with how old yours is. Neither of which you can afford right at the current moment, but if you save up more money this next month, you could at least start to think about it.

It was all too much. You didn't want to handle this, but you had to.

Pulling yourself out of bed, and decided it would be good to actually eat a full meal, you bring yourself to the kitchen, where everyone sits. Including him.

"Y/N! Good morning my sweet girl! Just in time for breakfast... how'd you sleep?" You gave your mom a side hug as she kissed your forehead.

"Eh, it was fine." You really weren't in the mood to converse. You sat yourself down across from Jungkook. Unfortunately (maybe not so) that was the only seat available at the table.

"Morning Y/N." Jimin said as he sipped his coffee.

"Good morning Chim," you looked at him and smiled. You looked at Jungkook and dropped the smile. "Morning to you too."

You probably should be treating him better. He did help you with your car, as well as spent his morning yesterday looking at it. And he hasn't asked for a single form of payment. And honestly, weren't you glad to see him again?

"Morning to you too, sweet cheeks." He flashed you a 'two can play this game' sort of smile.

You rolled your eyes and just in time, mom saved the day by placing a large plate of pancakes down. "Eat up! I made lots!"

Just as you went to reach for a plate to grab some food, he did the same. Your fingers touched and you were sure this was what it felt like to be electrocuted. It felt good? To feel his touch? No. Y/N, no. You're supposed to be upset at him.

You backed your hand away so quick, you would think it was a snake trying to bite you. "Sorry." You mumbled.

He just chuckled, grabbing a plate he asked, "How many pancakes do you want?" Huh? This man is not about to serve you food. In your own home, nonetheless.

"I can get my own." You stood your ground.

He chuckled again, but this time a little more dark. "I said, how many do you want?" His eyes were piercing you.

"And I said, I can get my own." You gave him the same smile he gave you this morning when he greeted you.

His eyes still staring into your soul, he spoke, "Y/N, you don't listen very well," he turned to Jimin, thank God. You couldn't take his eyes looking at you like that. "Chim, how many does she usually eat?"

Jimin looked at you and you flashed your eyes so fast to him to give him that look.

"She eats two, usually." This bitch ain't loyal.

Jungkook turned back to you and smiled. His way of saying 'Haha bitch, so you thought'. He put three pancakes on the plate and sat it down in front of you.

"I only eat two..." you mumbled.

"And I've noticed you haven't ate much this lately. So eat up." Wait, he actually noticed you this weekend? Yes, anyone in this house could know you mostly stayed in your room, but he noticed you were eating less? Which is true. When you're anxious you eat less. No one usually notices though.

How were you supposed to be mad at that? A silent 'thank you' left your mouth with a small smile.

The rest of breakfast went on like it normally does. Except for one more voice added to the conversation.

"So uh, I need to figure out that to do about getting to work. For the next little bit anyways." You really didn't want to bring this up, but you had to. Tomorrow was Monday, you had no other choice.

"Hun, we can get you a rental car. It's the least we can do." Your dad said. He truly was such a great dad.

"Dad, that's expensive. I don't want you wasting your money." You sighed. It was true. Although your parents were definitely well off, and could honestly just buy you a new car, you valued spending your own money. As much as you know your parents would help you out in a heartbeat, you were twenty three. You needed to do this on your own.

Before your dad could even counter back an argument, Jungkook spoke up.

"I can take you to work."

Oh no, I think the fuck not.

"Kook, I work 40 minutes from here. Not happening." Suddenly the argument with your dad, seemed like a better one to have.

"Y/N, I work around that area anyways, I can drop you off, and pick you up. It's not a big deal. Seriously." This big doe eyes were hard to resist. In every way.

"Look, you guys, I don't want to be a burden. Now please, can we talk about this seriously?" You were on the verge of tears at this point.

"You are not a burden Y/N, I promise you, it would do no harm for me to take you to work. Now c'mon." He looked at your even sterner.

"Kookie's right, sis. He does work near you. And your hours work perfectly. Just let him help." It was hard enough taking Jungkook's eyes piercing you, but your brothers too? You had a soft spot for Chim. He knew it, and he used it to his advantage for a lot of things.

Rubbing your face and wishing it would melt away, you sighed. "Fine! But only for this week. I just... need time to figure things out." You didn't even want to look him in the eyes.

"For as long as you need, I'm here."

Sure you are Jungkook. Sure you are.

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[nat-lover-06]

Breaking down

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POV: Your car breaks down and Natasha fixes it for you

Warnings: smut, oral, fingering, pet names, mommy kink, top!Natasha (sorry l didn't do this on my last fic)

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"Aww shit. Shit shit shit!"

Your car had broken down in the middle of knowhere. You could see nothing for miles any way you looked. You had no insurance and no car knowledge whatsoever. You popped the bonnet of your car and a giant plume of smoke hit your face and made you cough and splutter. You thought there was no hope but you suddenly hear an engine in the distance. A truck was approaching fast. You run into the middle of the road waving yours arms around frantically, jumping up and down. The truck pulls over and rolls down its dirty window to reveal a stunning redhead woman.

She leans out the window and softly says "well well well, what we got here sweetheart?"

You blush at the fact that a woman just called you "sweetheart". That had never happened to you before.

"Well? You gonna talk to me?"

You blush even more as you realise you had just been staring at her beautiful face.

"I-I-er-erm-sorry-I-um... my, my car broke down and -urm- I.."

"Do you want me to call a garage for ya darlin?" She replied.

"Urm- yes please, that would be wonderful." You smiled.

"Well I'm not gonna"

"Wait what?"

She started to get out of her truck, "I'm gonna fix it myself silly. Can't you see the sign on my truck?"

You take a peek and sure enough the woman worked at a garage. You felt stupid.

She started to rummage in the back of her truck for her tools. "The names natasha by the way".

Natasha, what a lovely name, not very common. You marveled at her for a while before she said "you gotta name sweetheart or do I just gotta guess?"

You go a bright shade of red as you realised you've done it again." Oh sorry, its Y/N."

"Oh, Y/N. Cute name." She said with a wink

You blush.

She gets all her tools out and fixes your car whilst you chat. Soon enough it's all done and ready to get back in the road again.

"And... there. All fixed" Nat sighs as she closes your bonnet with a thump.

"Oh thank you so much I don't know what I would've done without you here" You say about to get in your car until Nat says

"Where do you think you're going sugarpie?"

"Huh?" You reply, startled.

"You don't think I did all that for free did you?"

"Oh, umm... I don't have any money on me... but... umm... I..."

"No, no, no, no. That ain't the type of payment I was thinking sweetheart"

"Did you think you could get away from me in that short, short little skirt of yours?". Nat starts to inch closer to you.

You stare at her wide eyed. "Whats going on", you think. She gently touches your shoulders and whispers into your ear.

"Besides, it would be rude not to thank me for what I did, now, wouldn't it? Do you need mommy to teach you some manners?"

At that moment Natasha pinned you up against her truck, her soft lips brush against yours and her hands make their way down your figure slowly. She starts pressing herself into you while her kisses start to become more intense. Her hands arrives at your ass and feels its shape. With a groan, she squeezes it and takes you the bonnet of her truck. She bends you over the front and gets out a strap on from her tool box.

"You want mommy's cock?" She asks teasingly.

"Mmmm, want mommy in me" you reply

"Good" She smirks as she pushes your head so all you can see is your reflection in her windshield.

"You ready darlin?"

Nat slowly pushes her cock into your ass while you wince.

"Mmmm mommy's so big"

Nat likes that, gently she starts to pull out and push back into you making sure you can handle her size then roughly she starts really fucking you. You can feel her in your stomach so big, a wave of pleasure comes over you and Nat can see it she starts going even faster.

"Look at you darlin you're just a little wreck for mommy aren't you"

You go to respond but you can't you've forgotten anything but her cock and how it feels inside. Nat slaps your ass,

"I said you're a wreck for mommy aren't you"

"I... I'm a wreck m... mommy" You manage to whimper.

You scream as you orgasm all over her. Nat turns you over on her bonnet and with two fingers inside your already dripping pussy, she picks you up and lays you down in the back of her truck.

She starts rubbing your inner thighs like a massage then brings her hands down to your knees and spreads your legs in such a way that makes you shudder with delight. Nat, her strap on taken off my this point, brings her head down to your cunt. You can feel her breath on your thighs. She then starts to gently kiss and tease your clit, eventually after much pleading she burys her face in your pussy, her tounge tasting all of your juices. She hits every one of your sensitive spots perfectly and as you twitch against her you finish all over her face with the biggest orgasm of your life that leaves you unable to think about anything.

Nat wipes her face off and smirks, "You can clean yourself up now sweetheart, here y' are"

She throws you the rag she just used for herself but you're to drunk on pleasure to do anything about your mess and just lie there in extacy.

[nohoney]

k im in desperate need of tooth rotting comfort in the c&c universe T^T

i just got over a really bad migraine so tooth rotting comfort is definitely the vibe ( = ⩊ = )

“Deep breaths, you’re doing good doll.” Touya murmurs gently, holding you against his chest as he feels your body slowly inflate and deflate as you take slow breaths. He’s stood in his spot in the kitchen for the last five minutes since you returned home, not moving until you were ready to do so.

It’s normal to have some off days where you don’t feel your best, but even a bad case of unexplained anxiety could happen to anyone. Usually you carry yourself well, even through some tougher times, so when you experience the days that you don’t feel able to handle your own emotions, it’s often upsetting for yourself. It partly hurts your pride to feel so weak and it took extra effort in the early days of the relationship to rely on one another during the bad mental health days.

You melt against Touya’s body and the uncomfortable feeling in your gut slowly works it’s way up. It spreads through your body and the sudden weight of finally letting go makes you cry. His arms hold you tighter, the smell of cigarettes is a comfort to you in these times and you just want to hold on tightly to him.

Touya’s not the greatest at comforting words. He’s better at putting his foot down when he needs to and being a little bit snarky when it comes to other people. Most of his comfort is through actions. Tight embraces and small acts of service are what get you through these rough moments. Because you can’t explain why you have anxiety, you can only feel it and let it out.

“C’mon, let’s have a smoke.”

You nod against him, wiping away your tears and following behind wordlessly.

One cigarette to share.

The two of you stand outside the balcony together, Touya holding you from behind and waiting for his turn for whenever you pass the smoke back to him. The nicotine is comforting and he likes the way the smell melds with your floral perfume.

The butt of it is stubbed out in the ashtray and he heads back inside with you.

Whenever you have these off days, you’re clingier than usual. You hang onto Touya like a sloth whether it be in the shower or when he’s stirring ramen in a pot for a lazy dinner. And when he needs to step away, you’re hugging your favorite plushie that he bought for you on your six month anniversary. Touya texts his friends to let them know that he might potentially cancel on their next day plans depending on if you’ve shaken off your bad feelings or not.

“Touya…” you come up to his side with your plushie held in your arms. “Hey…”

“Yeah? What is it doll?” He asks as he washes his hands after stepping out to smoke, “Dessert?”

Something sweet to hopefully lift your mood a little which is a typical want when you have your down days. There’s a batch of cookie dough he could pop into oven or the bag of mini candies that you and him eat slowly over time.

“Ice cream?” You ask him in such a small voice almost like you’re a little girl.

“Sure, let’s go. Which one do you want?” He asks you, thinking if the gas station nearby has anything you’d want right now.

There’s a bit of hesitance from your end before you tell him, “I want the other one. Where they make it into a rose shape.”

Ah, the fancy one.

Touya makes the drive for you, his hand on your knee as you still hold your plushie tight against you. He offers to go alone so you can stay in the car and be comfortable but you want to cling to him. He orders at the little kiosk and taps his phone to make the payment, waiting patiently with you hugging him tightly. Ice cream is formed in the shape of a rose and given to you in a little cup. It’s a simple thing that manages to bring a smile to your face, the first one you’ve had since you had returned home.

Unfortunately the anxiety doesn’t subside the next day, it’s still lingering and it keeps you rooted in bed beyond the time that you should be up. He offers to stay in bed with you, but you want some space this time. Touya tells you that he’ll give you an extra hour to stay in but after that, you are going to get up.

He sits on the edge of the bed waiting for you to muster the energy to get up. He watches you take a deep breath in and then exhale out. It’s difficult to see you struggle but he softly encourages you to stand on your feet, to make it to the restroom and wash your face. A very simple goal to reach that feels impossible in that moment. But he’s with you every step of the way as you leave the bed, shuffle your feet to the bathroom, standing beside you with a face towel ready, and then he’s hugging you as a reward.

It sucks to have these kinds of days where you just don’t feel yourself but Touya is with you to help make it easier.

[smuttyfang]

Endeavor, Addicted

This is a scenario I thought of that I'm actually super proud of! Endeavor has been messing around with you since he began struggling with his family, and he decides it's time to break things off.. but can he?

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Would anybody believe you, if you told them? No way they would. You? Banging one of the most well known and strongest heroes in the world? Yeah, right. But it was true. Endeavor. Enji Todoroki. The Flame Hero. You were dating him.

Well.. could you really call it 'dating'? You had to keep the relationship a secret since it started. He wanted to keep up appearances, and avoid his family discovering his affair. Sure, most people would be super turned off by the whole situation. You found it unbelievably sexy though. As you went through your day to day life, you felt like you had power. Knew more than most did. You had him wrapped around your finger. He told you things he was never supposed to tell others. He came to you, to your bed, every time he felt defeated or frustrated. He made love to you. He fucked you.

Lately, he's been coming less and less though. There were a lot of new dangers and villains coming along here lately, so you tried not to let it get to you. But you felt like lately, his emotions for you had been waning. You didn't know what to do. It didn't feel like 'love' in a conventional sense. But fuck, you didn't ever want to be without Enji.

Ever.

Knock, knock.

The noise at your door distracted you from your thoughts. Going to answer it, you opened the door to find Enji standing there.

"Well, well, I was just thinking about you." You admitted.

"Good thoughts, I hope." He stepped inside.

"More than good." You lied, closing the door behind him. You went to him immediately, wrapping your arms around his large frame as much as you could. You began rubbing his shoulders, and he sighed in enjoyment. He let his head fall back, basking in the feeling of your touch. "Want me to show you what I was thinking about you?" You said, seductively.

"I.. I do.." You could hear the hesitation in his voice. You pulled away, crossing your arms. He turned toward you.

"What's wrong, Enji?" You asked. He sighed, his eyes telling you everything you needed to know. Your worst fear was happening.

"I.. I adore you, so much. But we can't continue this." Your sadness immediately turned to anger, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Why the fuck not?"

"I.. I'm sorry." He said, defeated and unsure.

"Just tell me what is going on, Enji. Don't beat around the bush." You couldn't hear it. You couldn't handle it.

"I'm sure you've been able to tell I haven't been myself around you the last few weeks. I.. I'm trying to be a better father. A better husband. I want to.. reconnect with my family." You let out a sarcastic laugh, walking over to the coffee table. There were some old, dead flowers still there that Enji had gotten you a few weeks prior.

"So, you're just going to leave me?"

"Listen, I'm not leaving you with nothing." He approached you, trying to place his hand on your shoulder, but you pulled it away.

"Sure fucking sounds like it. If I don't have you, I have nothing." He sighed.

"Listen, please." He tried to lift your chin to get you to look at him, but you refused to meet his eyes. "I've made an anonymous payment for you to permanently own this house. You won't have to pay anything for it anymore. It's yours." He tried once more to get you to look at him. "I've paid off your car, too." You shoved his hand away from your face.

"Is that supposed to fucking make things better!? What does that do!? Clear your guilty fucking conscious!?" Tears were falling from your eyes now. He stopped talking to let your scream at him. He listened as your scream echoed throughout the room, he let you beat his chest, he didn't even move or flinch when you threw the vase of dead flowers at the wall behind him.

"Let it out.. I deserve to hear and bare it all." You didn't know how long you went for. You completely lost track of time. By the time you finished, your living room was trashed. You sat down on the couch, your emotions beginning to make your body and mind feel numb. Sitting there in silence for the longest time, you simply stared at the floor. Enji eventually moved to sit beside of you. He placed his arm around your shoulder. You wanted to push him away, but your energy was gone at this point and your mind was numb.

"Enji.. please don't do this to me. I'm begging you. I.. sacrificed so many good relationships I could've had for you." You thought of all the times you'd had others interested in you. You felt stupid for turning them down now.

"I don't want to hurt you. I never did, and I never meant to hurt you. I was.. in a very dark place when you came into my life. I shouldn't have lead you on like this. I'm so sorry." He tried to show how genuine he was by getting on his knees in front of you. He pushed your knees apart gently, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly. "You helped me through such a dark time. I don't want to hurt you. Not in the slightest." You thought you could hear his voice crack just a bit. "I just feel like this is what I need to do. For my family." He looked at you, hoping you would look back. You did this time. You could see in his eyes how hurt he was. "That's why I tried to help you by paying for your things. Not to clear my own mind. Just to make your life easier, after me making it more difficult.." His hands gripped you tightly as he let out a shaky breath. "I am still here. I always will be. I will help you if you ever need it. You only have to ask."

"I don't.." You sighed, trying to form a proper sentence. "I don't want anything else. I just want you, Enji.."

"Please, tell me what I can do to make this change easier. If I can do it, I will." You felt your anger boiling up once more, but you just couldn't let it out like you wanted.

"Can you do one more thing for me?" You asked, and he nodded. "Please make love to me one more time." He sighed, letting his head fall to look at the floor.

"This is only going to make things harder for both of us.." He looked at you again, with a mixture of sadness and lust. His eyes went from yours, down to your lips, and back again. He clearly didn't want this to end either.

"I don't care. Make it harder." The emotion and lust for you overwhelmed him. He pushed his lips onto yours, his tongue immediately sliding past your lips to explore your mouth. He continued, only breaking the kiss long enough to pull each of your shirts over the others head. He didn't even allow the passionate kiss to be broken as he ripped your pants away, along with his own. Unclasping your bra, he tossed it across the room. He reached down, fondling and playing with your tits with aggression and desire. He sucked your nipples. switching back and forth between playing with one and his mouth on the other. "Fuck, Enji.." He let his other hand trail down your stomach, roughly moving your panties out of the way enough for him to play with your clit. Your hand trailed down his stomach, grabbing his cock out of his boxers. He was leaking precum already. He hissed through his teeth at the feeling of your hand on him.

"Shit.." He gasped. "I can't.. I can't get away from you." You grinned, letting your body fall off the couch and onto the floor on your knees. You took him into your mouth, also using your hand to please him. Looking up at him, he was looking down into your eyes. Seeing you like that made his cock twitch even more in your mouth as you bobbed up and down on him. You gave him one final suck, pulling him out of your mouth with a 'pop'. He reached down to you, picking you up like a rag doll and making you lean your body over the coffee table. You spread your legs wide open for him.

"Please, Enji.. my body craves you.." You could hear him gasp slightly, your words turning him on even more. Before you had time to think of anything else, he began shoving his huge cock inside of you. Inch by inch, he sheathed himself inside of you. He was large, making you feel so full and stuffed. You loved the feeling. "Nobody else can fill me up like you, Enji."

"F-fuck.." He sighed and began thrusting into you. His hot hands gripped your hips almost painfully, pulling you back onto him with every thrust. The coffee table began rocking with your body, becoming unstable with his thrusts. Getting frustrated at this, Enji picked you up once more. He sat down on the couch, spreading his legs wide to offer you a seat. You listened immediately, plopping yourself onto his lap. Lifting your body up, you used his shoulders to stay up while he placed his cock at your hole. You let your body fall back down on him, both of you sighing in pleasure as he was sheathed inside of you once more. You began bouncing up and down on him, only slowing down to move your hips back and forth so you could lean forward and kiss him. His thrusts then became more erratic and random, his breathing became heavier and more loud. He reached between your legs, playing with your clit. "Come with me." He breathed out. You used what energy you had left to ride him as hard and fast as possible. Your orgasm hit you hard, your body convulsing and walls tightening around his cock. He came soon after, unable to control himself once you clamped down on him.

"G-god.." You shivered and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. As you came down from your high, the reality of the situation came back. You held him tightly. "You're not leaving me, Enji." He wrapped his arms around your back, not saying a word.

"Fuck.." He thought to himself. "I'm in love with her.. What am I supposed to do?"

AO3

[obsidiancreates]

One Undead To Another (Chapter 13)

“We can’t just charge people blood as payment, Shawn!”

“Why not?! Gus, it’s so much more ethical than any other way to get it!”

“What about finding someone who’s not desperate for help to donate it?”

“What, like you? Gus, I’m pretty sure I’ll need some every day, you can’t handle that!” And Shawn’s not sure he’d be able to stop at one bag, one pint. The blood bag is still laying on the floor, the fridge door is still open, some of it is still lingering in his mouth, and yet already he can feel the tight, twisting sensation taking hold of his insides, the slight dryness in his throat. It’s not too bad– he might be spot-on with thinking he’s gotten used enough to their… scents? Tastes? To them, being around him, and being used to them helps, but the temptation is still there. He thinks if he got a taste of Gus’s smooth, comforting, important blood, he wouldn’t be able to stop until he had every. Last. Drop.

The thought is so strong, so enticing, that Shawn actually has to reel back from it, as though he can leave it hovering where his head had been. He can’t. It follows. He clears his throat, swallowing the iron-tainted saliva (or whatever it is now) to try and soothe the new dryness. It doesn’t work. “Besides, that’d just be weird. You guys are my friends, not an all-you-can-eat-buffet.”

“You guys? Uh, newsflash, Spencer, I never offered.”

“I didn’t either.”

“Good! Then you agree the blood payment thing is the right option!”

“No, it’s still creepy,” Lassie says matter-of-factly. 

“And a little like they’re making some kind of evil deal with you,” Jules says with an apologetic wince. 

“Not an evil deal. A supernatural one, yes, but I’m clearly a good vampire. Like that angsty guy in Buffy.”

“Angel?”

“No, Gus, the guy in the trenchcoat, looks like he was made out of all square bones.”

“Yeah, Angel!”

“They named the trenchcoat wearing brooding vampire Angel? … Wow. Point is, I figured out a solution! … Kind of. I’m still not sure how often I’ll need this, I guess. So far it seems… a little dependent on a few things.”

“... Like?” He can’t tell them. If he tells them they’re apart of it, they might leave. He’s already on thin ice as it is, it was thin before he was a vampire and now he’s basically only above the water because he’s clinging to some kind of branch of his own making above him. Maybe a big kite? Could be a low-flying helicopter, but then the water would be all choppy– what was he thinking about again?

Right, thin ice. He knows he’s been just barely clinging onto deserving them all these years, he knows, and now…

He can’t tell them. He can’t.

“Like getting hurt,” he blurts out. “I uh– I dove out of the way of a car earlier and it hurt, and that’s why I was suckign the bag down like that when you came in.”

“You dove out of the way of a car? Spencer what the hell did you–”

“Look, I caught a kidnapper for a guy who told me without any prompting, that he’d give me the blood from his veins to catch her. That is a direct quote! He offered first!”

“Where is this kidnapper now?”

“The station, probably the holding cell.”

Lassie and Jules share a look, and finally fully put their guns away. Lassie points at Shawn. “We’re checking your story,” Lassie warns. “Guster, do you think you can handle keeping an eye on him?”

“Please.” Gus pulls a cross made out of two taped-together pencils from his jacket.

Shawn’s entire body tenses, and he finds himself lurching backwards with a hiss. The moment passes as suddenly as it comes over him, and before the hiss is even done leaving his throat he slaps his hand over his mouth and looks at Gus with wide eyes.

For a long, breathless second, nobody moves. Gus stares at Shawn with his mouth agape and a low squeal leaking out of his throat. Lassie and Jules are frozen in place, slightly hunched, waiting for Shawn to pounce. He doesn’t. He’s as frozen as the rest of them, hand over his mouth and keenly aware that his heart isn’t beating in his ears. He didn’t know he could miss the sound of his own organs so much. Muscle? Gus said something about the difference once. Maybe Shawn should’ve paid more attention when Gus talked about how squishy inside parts worked.

It seems to stretch on forever. Shawn is the first to break the moment, clearing his throat again and pulling his hand down to his jacket pocket. Lassie and Jules reach for their guns. Gus’s hand holding the cross starts to shake.

“That… was involuntary,” Shawn says, sniffing and nodding at nothing. “That uh– that was bad, I’ll own up to that one. That was creepy.”

“No kidding.” Gus doesn’t lower the cross. His voice is garbled and strained, like he’s holding back from throwing up. Again. Shawn starts looking through the cabinets for an antacid, maybe a Ginger Ale.

“Please tell me you have more than just that on you,” Jules whispers. It’s weird to hear whispering sound so loud, so clear. There are qualities to it that make it obvious she’s keeping her voice quiet and low, but to Shawn it’s as easy to hear as if she’s shouting it. He pretends he can’t hear it for her sake. Maybe he should be hurt by her suggesting Gus need weapons– okay, maybe he is hurt– but he also understands.

That was a lot. The instinctual lurching away, the hiss, he’s pretty sure his eyes went red again just based on a feeling– he’d want to make sure Gus had a way to protect himself too.

“I’ve got a bunch of really sharp wooden pencils in my desk,” Gus mumbles back. Would those work? Shawn’s not sure if he hopes they do, or if he hopes they don’t.

“Carlton, do you have an extra gun in your car?”

“I’m not giving Guster a gun.”

“Besides, guns can’t kill vampires. Unless they had silver bullets.”

“I thought that was werewolves?”

“Vampires too.”

“Gus.” Shawn finds the antacids and tosses them Gus’s way. He misjudges how much force he puts into it. The bottle hits Gus in the chest hard enough to knock him back and take the wind out of him.

“Crap! I’m so sorry man, I–!”

“I’ll grab the gun.” Lassie leaves and comes back in the time it takes for Jules to help Gus into his desk chair and make sure he’s okay.

“I’m fine,” Gus wheezes. “We need to kick Shawn off the softball team, though.”

“What?!”

“You almost threw a bottle of medicine through Gus’s chest!” Jules opens it and hands Gus a tablet, which he accepts with a slight whine and grateful nod. “Shawn, you could kill someone with a pitch!”

“I’ll get a handle on it! This whole vampire powers thing has been a little spotty is all! I’m sure I’ll get used to it!”

Lassie hands the gun over to Gus, with no small amount of hesitation or visible emotional turmoil. “If I get that back in anything less than perfect condition, Spencer won’t be the one you have to worry about.”

“He doesn’t have to worry about me in the first place!” He does, he really does, Shawn can’t even close his mouth all the way because he wants to drink up every bit of their smell-tastes he can he loves it he loves them he wants them around forever–

He shakes his head, trying to make it seem indignant by throwing in a huff. With one last concerned (and suspicious) look his way, Lassie and Jules head out to check on his… alibi? Story? Excuse? On what he told them, at the station.

The ache in his throat fades away a bit when they leave. Not totally, but a little. He sits at his own desk, watching Gus nurse a bottle of water. For a long time, neither talks.

And then Shawn sits up. “Dude, wait, we totally need to talk about the psychic thing!”

Gus blinks, and then sits up straight as well (with a small groan of pain as he does). “Oh my gosh! I totally forgot with everything else!”

“Dude, I’ve been psychic my whole life!”

“You’re followed around by the ghosts of people we solved the murders of!”

“I totally have visions and psychic intuitions! I thought they were just gut feelings, and-and a good imagination!”

“You’re walking proof the afterlife exists!”

“My grandma was psychic!”

“Wait, what? Your grandma? The one who was in the car with us?”

“No, Gus, my other grandma. Yes, that grandma!”

“You do have another grandma, Shawn. Your mom has a mom.”

“Oh yeah. … I don’t know if I’ve met my mom’s parents. They were never really interested in meeting me.”

“Wow, and with how involved your mom is that’s such a surprise.”

“Whoa, whoa! Why would you say that, man?”

“Sorry. I’m just kind of freaking out!”

“You are?! I’m the one who’s realizing my entire life is a lie! And then a truth, but I thought it was a lie, but it’s not!”

“Have you had any more visions yet?”

“A bunch!” Shawn flings himself out of his chair, picking up a ball toy from his desk and tossing it between his hands. “I felt my grandma and asked her something and she gave me visions of her being psychic, for one.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously! Oh my– Gus, does this mean my dad knew she was? Has he been hiding that from me this whole time?!”

“He probably didn’t believe her. But you should ask him.”

Shawn feels the phantom pain, the dryness, the hunger. He swallows. “Maybe another time. I still gotta process this, man. I don’t even know what’s psychic and what’s not.”

“Now that I can help you with. One hundred percent normal brain, at your disposal.”

“Gus, we both know that’s not true. If you weren’t black and I wasn’t a chatterbox we’d both have been diagnosed as Autistic ages ago.”

Gus nods a little. “Alright, fine. But it’s still a non-psychic brain, so it’s better than nothing.”

“... Okay, uh… do you see thing highlighted when they’re important?”

“What?”

“Like, you notice a detail and it highlights. Gets a little glowy, stands out, maybe lifts up a little in your vision like someone cut it out of a magazine?”

“Shawn.”

“Yeah, now that I say it out loud I know that’s not normal. But is that psychic or eidetic hyper-observant whatever else? I have too much stuff going on up in here, man! I can’t pick it all apart!”

“Okay, try something easier.”

“Okay, okay, uh… do you zoom in on things you notice? Like if you see something across the street, can you zoom your vision in?”

“Like a camera?”

“Yeah! Okay, so that’s nor–”

“Not even kind of normal, Shawn! You could do that before the vampire powers?! Okay, I’m starting a list.”

“Better pull out a couple of pages, buddy. I have a feeling it’s going to be a lot.”

“A psychic feeling?”

“Man, you know I can’t tell if it is or not! … It might be. How many days off did you take?”

“I blocked out my whole week.”

“... Maybe make it two weeks. Just– you know. Just in case.”

[fastcarremovals2]

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[jkl-fff]

In a suprising twist of fate, you have been given 30 billion dollars! The catch? You only have it for 7 days. Anything you purchase you can keep, and anybody you give it to will keep what you give to them, (eg, donations and gifts wont disappear) but after 7 days you no longer have access to the liquid assets and if you gave somebody money, they cant just give it back.

For the sake of this hypothetical, lets not worry about things like taxes.

How are you spending your fortune? ^_^

Would it be cheating if I buy a bunch of gold, silver, and other precious materials I can sell off to basically have liquid assets again? Is that too much rules-lawyering to try to swing a loophole?

Assuming it is ... I'm going to buy a bunch of properties and endow them with trusts to keep financing them after these seven days are over. The properties will be turned into low-income housing to basically provide homeless people with a safe, stable, permanent, and free residence while they reestablish themselves. A lot more will be donated to foodbanks, animal shelters, and charities that help queer people in particular. Probably going to hire some people to spend the week looking up others across the globe that are legit and effective so I can throw money at them, too. And I'll buy a bunch of medical and student debt so I can just forgive it, thereby erasing it.

Once I've finished being a do-gooder, I've got several friends as well as artists I'm going to drop one million on each. The deal for all of them will basically be, "This is a standing commission payment. You get this now, and I get art whenever the fancy stikes me later (your schedule and health permitting)."

Will give 10 million to my parents to guarantee they never have to worry about house or car payments, and basically to cover family vacations for the rest of their lives. And I guess ten million to each of my siblings for the same reason, with the understanding that they take care of my subsequent necessary expenses for the rest of my life. Not give me money, you understand, just make sure I and my animals always have space with them and the things we absolutely must spend money on will not be a concern for me.

Oh! Going to purchase and endow a martial arts school where I can workout and teach Taekwon-Do with all the useful equipment I can think of to make sure property management costs are handled forever. And also hire a guy to be my eternal personal trainer and manager--a guy whose side job (they can have another one, of course, I won't need that much managing) is to come in at regular times and help me stay motivated and on track with all my separate duties and chores and goals and such.

What else? What else? Guess I should get a new, sensible car. Some new, comfortable and nice-looking clothes, too. What else do I even want for myself? What else do people normally need for themselveals?

I'm generally not a very materialist nor consumerist sort of guy. There's not a lot I want that could be bought, especially in as short a timeframe as a week. Some experieces need funding (like travel), but a week wouldn't suffice to manage those. So I'm honestly going to be doing my damndest to give all 30 billion away (with ironclad contracts to guarantee ethical use of it through auditing and such), most of it to worthy causes. The people in my personal life don't need a huge sum, so it would be a matter of giving them perpetual security without exorbitant affluence. Then on to organizations who are better qualified than I to disperse those funds in a helpful way.

Thanks for the thought-provoking question!

[iviarellereads]

Nona the Ninth, John 5:1(1)

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(No icon) In which the events of the book's past seem a little more believable now than they were even a year ago when the book was first released.

In the dream, he seems nervous of approaching the concrete building. He finds a can of petrol(2) and sets the car on fire at night. She doesn't like the smell.

Eventually, he starts talking again. All his powerful friends said he could've been something good if they'd had time to present him to the world the right way, if John and his team had been something they weren't, the powerful would have listened.

And, like, at some point, you stop wanting people to listen, you want people to do.

The team got together one night, and it was beef for dinner again but at least no one was vegan and it couldn't go off because his presence inhibited decay.(3) At any rate, G- was outside on grill duty, so they cracked the window.

I told them, This is it. We were put here to save the planet. We’re going to save the planet. We’re not going to let them run away. We’re going to fix this.

And they all looked at him and said, sure, John, but how are we going to do that? P- surprised him by saying they had to first focus on being taken seriously: the victor writes the history books, and maybe it's time to start being scary.

He said, Which just goes to show that only getting to NCEA Level 2 (4) isn’t going to stop you making waves in life, right. You can still eat steak, talk to wizards, and take down the government.

Soon, they got an opportunity. A visit from "a big black car with a bunch of suits in it." Quietly, without naming any country names, John outlines how the suits' leader had recently died but they can't handle the instability of him being dead, so they asked that John animate the leader and make him appear to not be dead. They might, in fact, have preferred it that way, so the leader's opinions didn't get in the way of their plans. They'd like for him to have a pulse, bleed, talk.

John found it an interesting project, but he might need to do some tweaking to the plan, and he'd need to be on the call for the man to speak.(5)

I kept trying to push to find out who the hell they were and who this guy was, but they were immovable. They were all, Here’s what we’d pay up-front. Here is what we would pay every month you kept him looking alive. He said, And that figure had a lot of zeroes.

After a few weeks' testing, he knew he could do it. Even keeping a body warm enough that if it bled, it wouldn't spurt cold. They set up a meeting to do the raising and exchange payment, a "Sino-Swiss"(6) account under an alias. The team got excited, wondering if they could restart the cryo project.

That is, until there was another update on the FTL project. Suddenly, all the international regulators were approving it, despite having been so reluctant when John's team asked for approval. They were even funding it for the trillionaires, after being so stingy with John. The regulators claim to have been on tours of the facilities and seen photos of the progress, and have no concerns.

I couldn’t believe how naive they were being. I couldn’t believe they were falling so hard for this corporate smoke show when there’d been so many checks and balances and hemming and hawing over us.(7)

But nobody listened to him or his team, nobody investigated the trillionaires' FTL project any more deeply. When John's team presented arguments against the FTL project, they were reminded that cows had feelings.(8)

At any rate, the handoff/animating meeting. They arrived, and M- and A- were entirely on the same page, which was scary enough, but they asked to see the body before any exchanges. So, John was allowed to see the body, and realized who he'd been dealing with. Not just a group or syndicate, but a nation, and John at the heart of a political conspiracy.

A- and M- took one look and told him he should do it anyway. So he did, healing the damage to the tissues, blood transfusion to rehydrate, the works. Shortly he has the body sitting, standing, talking through the new throat speaker. He even managed a video call home with no questions.

But I was like, You’ll still need me for big public appearances, I can do it long-range. And they were all, We’ve budgeted for that. And that was when A— and M— stepped in to negotiate. They said they didn’t want the payment in pure cash. They said I wanted something more material. And we went around and around and fucking around. At one point I thought they’d open fire on all of us because they were being so fucking stroppy.(9) They were hitting the table like in a police drama, like, We can end this whenever we want! The ball’s in our court! We know how much this means to you now! I was all, Wow, sorry guys, I don’t really know either of these two, they’re very unexpected and mean. I came here to have a good time and I think they’re being very harsh. I think between Bad Cop, Worse Cop, and Sorry Cop,(10) they got so sick of us that they told us, Fine, we’ll arrange it here and now. He said, That’s how I ended up going home with a couple billion dollars and a suitcase nuke.(11)

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(1) "After these things was a festival day of the Jews, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem." In this part of John 5, Jesus performs a miracle healing. Not the most relevant to this part of the story, as he's already limited Jesus Hours, though the whole "raising the dead (president)" bit might have parallels if you squint. Alphabetically, we now have enough to start separating words: THE TOWER HAS REA- There are a lot of words that have those first three letters… (2) Petrol for most of the world, "gas" for the US and Canada. (3) Not even gonna lie, I'd eat necrobeef. (You can multiply huge amounts from a tiny sample, it's the platonic ideal of what lab-grown meats are trying to achieve! The first lot wasn't cruelty-free by a long stretch but it COULD be!) (4) NCEA levels are used as markers of academic achievement, in the final three years of schooling. Certain courses are marked at level 1, 2, or 3, and you have to have a certain number of credits at specific levels "or higher" to achieve each, with 1 being the lowest (80 credits at any level), and 3 the highest (60 credits at level 3, and 20 at 2 or higher). Admission to university is dependent on having a level 3, as well as any other standards the university imposes on applicants. Looks like Pyrrha "only" achieved a level 2, which isn't as prestigious, but obviously doesn't mean she was in any way less useful or meaningful as a person. (5) To know what to say in response, of course… but also perhaps to be privy to information far beyond his prior access level. (6) There are real companies that use the SinoSwiss name but they seem to be more investment than banking per se. So, fabrication or fudging truth? (7) [Stares in awareness of any of a half dozen horrifying human truths like climate change] (8) Which feels like a nonsequitur but it's also a very real phenomenon that people will hold their first impressions against you all the more when you try to convince them to change their minds. (9) Stroppy - bad-tempered and argumentative. (10) John is obviously Sorry Cop. Who do you think, between Mercy and August, was Bad and who was Worse? (11) Look… LOOK… I love John as a character. He's my blorbo, my child, my little uwu bean (who yes may or may not have (definitely) committed a genocide in the bits he's about to get to). I do not trust him with a suitcase nuke.

[jodilin65]

I need to clear my mind of the negative thoughts swirling around in it. Tom is napping—he’s always tired on donation days.

Yesterday, I cried more than I had in months. I was suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of him not being here, and how utterly alone and devastated I would feel. On top of that, I’d be left to handle everything he takes care of—things that would be so hard for me to manage. He seems to think I could make it without him and talks about how the payments would be automated, how Medicare gives you 50 free rides a year, etc. But I know I wouldn’t survive the heartbreak and loneliness. The idea of waking up every day without him—no more golfing, no more jumping in the car with him driving—it would just drain the life right out of me. I keep trying to remind myself not to dwell on things that haven’t happened yet, but it’s easier said than done.

I know there's a slim chance I could go first, but that doesn't feel much better. I wouldn’t want to leave him alone, even though he’s more capable than I am. I’d never want to abandon him, just like I never want to live without him. If I did, I would have left him by now.

He seems to take aging as just a fact of life, and he handles it well, but it's still hard to see him grow old. He’s still capable, but it's not like it was 30 years ago, especially with his shaking. His memory is still better than mine, though he’s become a little more forgetful. I’ve told him there’s no way I’ll live the 5 to 15 years I might survive after he’s gone, assuming he dies around the age his father did, in his mid-80s. I keep telling him we need to be prepared, and he always says we’ll have warning when his time is near.

I believe that’s probably true. I've always had a psychic sense that he might get some kind of terminal cancer in the end. But I could be wrong. He might have a sudden heart attack or be in an accident. Florida is full of accidents. Either way, nothing will change my mind—I’ll go when he does unless I'm surprised by going first. I just don’t see that happening, though.

Why can’t I just live in the moment? I don’t understand why it's so hard for me, why my mind keeps drifting to the worst possible scenarios when we’re not even there yet—and likely won’t be for nearly two decades.

In other news, the redneck posted another video of the nutjob's “garden.” It’s about a minute and a half long. Supposedly, she doesn’t have electricity or running water over there, and now there’s talk of her being evicted. I get why the redneck and Julie would be thrilled, but I’m not sure I like that idea because she’s quiet and I’m not next to her. That wide driveway would be perfect for motorcycles, and the two lanais would be inviting to dog owners.

Speaking of motorcycles, I probably shouldn’t jinx myself by saying this, but I haven’t heard the ones behind the honker in a while.

Toni posted that while she was away, someone removed the fog light from her car and tried to move a large planter but only managed to shift it a foot—it was too heavy. I hope no one tries to steal our bench. I wonder if they’d be tempted if it was out front. It’s worrisome and a reminder that crime can happen anywhere. My bike was stolen in an upscale gated community in California, after all.

On a lighter note, I ordered a few things from Amazon:

- Glucose strips to get a sense of where my blood sugar is at these days. - Two bottles of floor cleaner—one lavender-scented, the other watermelon-scented. - Dust mite spray for bedding. - Fertilizer for the lemon tree. - A larger happy light for my desk.

[liamnoaahh]

Reliable and Responsible Los Gatos Movers

I have moved from one place to another three times due to my job relocation. So I can say that I know what it feels like to plan the house, packing household goods, moving household goods, loading and unloading of goods. This is not really an easy task as people believe. At first glance it seems easy to move the house to a new location. Pack the goods, transport them and unpack them. But in reality it is no fun core. This is still something that should be done cautiously after planning and helping professional packers and movers companies.

It is very important that once you decide to build your residential rehabilitation, you hire a very reliable and responsible packing and moving company. Hiring a moving agency for your relocation needs may cost you dearly, but in my view, your things, your energy, your health and your time require that you pay for the moving companies. So choose the best possible reliable and responsible moving agency for your move in your city and beat the tension that comes with a domestic relocation situation.

When choosing the right Los Gatos Movers for your home relocation needs, you should keep some things in your mind which I am mentioning below. These are personal views on my own experience.

First, a moving company for which the services you are going to hire must be reputable, reliable, responsible, experienced, registered and affordable. To locate such packers and movers companies you can enlist the help of your friends, relatives, co-workers, co-workers or neighbors who have stepped in with the help of professional removal companies.

The moving company you are going to hire for your home relocation, you should offer insurance coverage services, professional packing services, loading and unloading services, warehousing services and unpacking and re-operating services. They should know their work well and be able to handle any difficult situations involved in your transfer such as packing on the 5th floor of your apartment and transporting them down to the transport vehicle.

Movers and packers you are going to hire for house shifting should have a fully equipped transport vehicle to transport your household items, car or furniture. Make sure that they will pack your goods using good quality packing material.

Make sure that the team of packers and movers you are hiring must be professional and fully qualified.

Ensure that the movers and packers are going to hire for which service you will need to give written estimates and accept payment in various ways.

I know these tips are just a few for you, but it can help to do your research work to locate one of the reliable and responsible packers movers company for your home relocation.

[injuryclaimcoach]

How Does MedPay Actually Work in Oklahoma?

You’re cruising down the road, probably not expecting a life-altering moment to hit—but then it happens. A sudden crash, flashing sirens, and the mounting dread of hospital bills that loom like a storm on the horizon. Welcome to the aftermath of an accident. And now, you’re wondering: How do I dig myself out of this financial hole? Enter MedPay—your unsung hero. It’s that one element of auto insurance that doesn’t care about fault, just about getting you back on your feet. But how does it play out in Oklahoma, and why should you care?

Let’s unravel the mystery behind MedPay and explore why it might just be the one thing keeping your wallet intact after a wreck.

So, What Exactly is MedPay?

Imagine this: you’ve been in a fender bender or, worst case scenario, a major accident. As your mind races with questions, the first thought is, "Who’s gonna handle all these medical bills?" Here’s where Medical Payments Coverage, or MedPay, swoops in like the hero in the final act. It’s not about who’s at fault—MedPay is here to pick up the tab, no questions asked.

Covers Medical Bills: MedPay takes care of everything from doctor visits to surgeries and even rehab.

Faultless Coverage: Whether the accident was your fault or not, MedPay doesn’t bother asking. It just pays.

Works With Your Health Insurance: This coverage adds an extra layer, making sure you’re not left out in the cold.

Why does it matter? When you’re dealing with the emotional and physical fallout of an accident, MedPay ensures that money is the last thing you’re worrying about. It’s there to make sure those hospital bills don’t haunt you for years.

How Does MedPay Function in Oklahoma?

Here’s where it gets interesting. Unlike some states that push MedPay onto you like an overzealous salesman, Oklahoma lets you decide. It’s completely optional. But don’t be fooled into thinking that means it’s not important. If you’ve ever seen how medical bills can stack up after a collision, you’ll know that MedPay is your safety net, there to catch you when you fall.

Optional But Crucial: You don’t have to have MedPay in Oklahoma, but trust me, you’ll be glad you do.

Covers Your Passengers Too: That’s right—MedPay doesn’t just cover you, it looks after anyone riding with you when things go south.

Affordable Plans: You can select coverage amounts ranging from $1,000 to $10,000—whatever fits your life and your budget.

Example: Picture this—you’re driving down the streets of Oklahoma City when bam!—someone rear-ends you. MedPay steps in to cover everyone in your car, no matter who was at fault. It’s that simple.

What Does MedPay Actually Cover?

Now, you’re probably wondering, “What does MedPay really pay for?” The short answer: a lot. We’re not just talking about a quick trip to the ER. MedPay has got your back in ways you might not even think about.

Ambulance Rides: Those bills can skyrocket fast, but MedPay’s got that taken care of.

Dental Costs: Knock out a tooth in the crash? MedPay will handle the dental bills.

Funeral Expenses: It’s a grim thought, but if things turn tragic, MedPay steps in to cover funeral costs.

Hospital Stays & Rehab: From the ER to extended recovery periods, MedPay handles the medical costs.

Why care? Because accidents don’t just cost you physically, they cost you financially. And the beauty of MedPay is its wide coverage, protecting you from those unexpected, sky-high expenses.

MedPay vs. Health Insurance: Why Both?

Now, I can hear you thinking: “Why do I need MedPay if I already have health insurance?” Here’s the kicker—MedPay doesn’t just mimic your health insurance. It covers the gaps.

Immediate Payouts: MedPay pays out right away, while your health insurance might drag its feet.

No Deductibles: Skip those pesky deductibles and co-pays—MedPay covers it all.

Covers What Health Insurance Might Not: Like ambulance rides or dental costs that your regular insurance might deny.

Example: Let’s say you’re hit and rushed to the hospital. Your health insurance may have a deductible, but MedPay kicks in immediately, covering that deductible so you’re not left footing the bill right after a traumatic event.

Why You Should Consider Adding MedPay in Oklahoma

Let’s get real for a second: accidents happen. It’s not a matter of if, but when. And when life throws you a curveball, MedPay is the safety net you didn’t know you needed. Here’s why you should seriously consider it:

Protects Everyone in Your Car: MedPay isn’t just about you—it’s about everyone who trusts you enough to ride with you.

No Blame, Just Help: Whether you’re at fault or not, MedPay doesn’t hold it against you.

Fast Payouts: No lengthy investigations or waiting periods. MedPay pays out quickly.

Affordable Options: You can choose from different coverage amounts, making sure your needs are met without breaking the bank.

Final Thought: Is MedPay Worth It in Oklahoma?

In the chaos that follows an accident, MedPay steps in as the unsung hero. It’s not mandatory in Oklahoma, but its value is priceless when you’re hit with unexpected medical bills. Whether it’s covering your deductible, paying for an ambulance ride, or protecting your passengers, MedPay ensures you’re not left scrambling.

Ever been in an accident where MedPay saved the day? Share your story below—because sometimes, it’s the hero we didn’t know we needed until it’s almost too late.

[someonestole15]

You've reached the [REDACTED], Please hold.

Wrong number.

This number is currently out of service followed by three short beeps and the line falling silent, I lowered the phone from my ear and placed it back onto the hook with a faint ding. Dust flooding through my filters only to be caught in them, I adjusted my mask and took in the walls covered in old posters and stickers peeling away to reveal the old paper beneath, I dusted off my gloves and headed over to the station wagon parked to side of the road.

“Anything?” Valkyrie asked from the passenger side of the car, resting her arm on the doorframe.

“Nada, number out of service.” Early morning still, sun was just coming up and the morning traffic had started to pile up on the highways leading into the colony itself, starting our trek from the outer edge of the colonized area seems fitting, lowly as we are right now, work comes to those who seek it.

“Just like they said.” Call over the comms late last night, show up here and call this number, you will not get a response, just wait around for a moment, payment provided for completion.

“Yeah, now it is just the waiting game.” I responded and leaned on the front fender, crossing my hands to ward off the cold from the wind. Surrounded by an empty desert of gravel and sand, the cold autumn months have arrived, and with them, the freezing winds dropping the temperatures even lower than they already are.

A moment of shivering and scanning the radio frequencies for anything that was not playing advertisements, a high end SUV turned the corner and parked up next to our car. Fancy ornament on the grill and armored throughout with heavily tinted windows, there was something blocking my scanners from seeing inside, errors piling up on my console, I stood myself up as a man dressed in a grey suit exited the vehicle and glanced at Valkyrie before turning his attention to me.

No matches on any database, the man spoke into his earpiece for a word or two, too faint for my sensors to catch with the SUV engine idling. A few seconds later, he nodded to the driver and walked over to the front of the SUV. Clean shaven, a few scars on the sides of his head and lines marking possible combat implants.

“You’re through the first hurdle, glad to see you can follow instructions. We’re down two of our regulars for this op and from the sounds of it, you fit the bill.”

“All we had was this location and the phone number, rest of it is still in the wind.”

“Consider it out of the wind. There is a convoy coming in and we do not want it falling to the wrong hands, so you will be part of the security team riding along. Any questions?”

“None.”

“Good, there is one more thing before we can get to it. Boss wants to meet you face to face, make sure you’re fit for it. Take what you need and leave the car.”

Sounds simple, but no plan survives first contact and the trunk of the station wagon works wonders as a mobile armory, I grabbed a bullpup assault rifle from the trunk and secured it onto my sling. Forty two rounds sitting neatly behind the trigger, they used to mount optics on the carrying handle until they realized they could just build in a sight with a folding mechanism that hides it when not in use, the whole thing splits from the middle of the receiver like a bear trap.

Graphene and Kevlar composite plates inside the carriers, Valkyrie grabbed a compact DMR with a lightweight tech scope, fit for longer ranges with its magnification and for closer encounters when dialed in. Semiautomatic, medium caliber and good ergonomics, it even has a full auto sear... Off-white and with a watermark printed to the side of the receiver, a pair of pistols and the revolver neatly packed in as well for the final touch, we climbed inside the SUV with tension building within my internals.

Sleek black leather and dark wood covering bulletproof panels, the pressure dialing in as the doors sealed in, the man in grey got in from the passenger side and took his place up front with the driver. HUD commands on his shades, as he turned around a bit to talk to us.

“Right, this car is isolated from any comms networks other than our own, here’s the frequency. Memorize it, if things go wrong, you can contact us on there. Grey is my handle.”

“Fitting. Are we expecting company?”

“Likely so, we’ve been keeping an eye on chatter, so far it has been calm.”

“There are always the few bold ones who try.”

“Good mentality.” Grey said while I connected to the radio frequency, allowing my comlink to take care of organizing things in the background. Moment of static filtered to a

“Car 2, what’s the hold up? You’re out of sync.” Administrative tone, demanding and lacking in personality, clearly somewhat with authority.

“Car 2 is ten mikes out, traffic is being a pain.” The driver said, turning to a side road and speeding up with a low growl “Make that five, taking a shortcut.”

“Just get here with the car intact, Red out.”

Many colors out here today, I wonder if we can go through a full RGB line up or if this ever goes to print, CMYK... Right, enough about the random printing instruction manual. White noise filtered through my audio systems, the five minutes passed by quietly as we drove through an empty industrial plot and a gravel field before arriving at a small refilling station near the edge of the colony. City towering on the horizon, we dismounted from the vehicle and followed Grey to an ominous looking limousine parked across the yard while our driver stuck with the vehicle.

Scanner signature deflected, an outline formed from the static as the module attempted to make sense of things, widened my scan range to relief the headache it was giving me as Grey spoke a few words to his radio. Tension building, another SUV pulled up to the refilling station, I slowly placed my hand on the rifle grip and pulled it up to my side, then I heard Grey speak out.

“You’re up. Boss is waiting.”

Breathe, stabilize the senses and secure the rifle back onto its sling. Few steps from the vehicle, I stood by the door. It swung open with a faint electric whirr from the locks and a voice inside asked me to enter. Fight or flight kicking up a storm on the console across my HUD, I took a breath and entered the vehicle. Pulling my rifle onto my lap. Rear seats facing another row, with two more men sitting opposite me.

 “It is nice to finally meet you face to face, Mr. Cipher.”

“Just Cipher is fine.”

“Very well.” The man said, lowering his shades and opening a panel to his side, displaying a pair of crystal champagne flutes. “Anything to drink?”

“No thanks.”

“We have reached out to our contacts to see if they know anything about you and I’m surprised that everything they have on you and your comrade is classified, how many times has it been now?.”

“Not sure who you are talking about.”

“This car is fully isolated from any listening devices and even your trusted comlink will be offline while you are in here, Phoenix... you’ve been busy.”

“So you know me, but I don’t know you. Why organize a meeting like this?”

“Patience my friend, I am merely interested in your services. Does the name Echelon ring any bells?” The man lowered his glasses and grabbed one of the flutes from the compartment, gently swirling the liquid around within.

“Echelon...” Rings many bells, but with the vehicle blocking my access to the databases, it is more of a buzz from a muted phone; I did what I could with the limited information. Family well known for operating the numerous ports around the system, under different names of course. “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“Indeed we haven’t, I am Severin, the current head of the Echelon Company.”

“Nice meeting you, if you don’t mind, I’d rather keep the Cipher act up for now.”

“Understandable. There is a sizable bounty on your head.”

“I can think of a few annoyed parties... who placed it?”

“Someone on the Black Ocean payroll, but place bounties on their own janitors if they don’t clean the office to their standards...”

“So you’re not thinking of turning me over for a profit?”

“It wouldn’t much of a profit, you are dangerous enough to fight back and that kind of mess is not good for business. Rather, I would like to see you at work. This convoy is highly coveted by few groups that would rather see it being used for their own gain while my use case would aid the colony as a whole.”

“What’s the cargo?”

“Let’s just say it is valuable and the trucks are required to move it. I won’t have a team transporting my cigar shipments; you can trust me on that.”

“So heavy and worth the money, I can work with that.”

“The tales I’ve heard about you... they are quite tall at times, I await to see if they hold up.”

“We’ll get it done.”

“Good... good.” Severin placed the shades back on his face and opened my door. “Grey has the details for the operation, good luck.” He finished off with a toast of his drink as I climbed outside and pushed the door shut with a gentle thud as it closed.

Quiet whirring from the electric engine as the car slowly crawled through the parking lot and entered the main road; I turned away and walked back over to Grey. Stress, it has been a while since I have felt like a rat in a cage...

Despite all my rage, back to the matter at hand. The connection to the database recovered, I archived some of the data I could from the meeting, drawing questions and potential answers to them. Speculation can lead to issues; I filed my doubts under pending for now as I grouped up with Grey and Valkyrie.

“What now?”

“We wait.”

A moment of silence before a notification arrived to Grey’s phone.

“You’re in.”

“Alright.”

“Everyone gather up, I’d rather not repeat myself so listen...”

Gathering everyone around, Grey ran through the operation details.

Two armored SUVs, cars 1 and 2, 4 operatives in each car, Valkyrie and I divided between the two. Using the name Freya, we also had a UAV flying overhead to prevent blind spots. Limited in its weaponry, having an aerial scan of the surroundings certainly does give an advantage.

Few minutes of checks and running the simulations on my systems, the radio beeped as a message from the drone operator came through. The convoy had arrived within the colony limits a few minutes from our location. Scattering to the two SUVs, the bustling filling station was emptied in mere seconds as we took off on the main road. Sitting in the rear behind the driver, the SUV was fitted with reinforced doors and a roof hatch, the back of the driver’s seat was mounted with a screen displaying the positions of our vehicles and the convoy along with the drone’s flight path.

Faint artifacting on the screen, we are close enough to the wilderness for it to take effect on my systems, I felt it in my lungs. Harder to breathe, the air density is different here; the soldier next to me spoke up after seemingly noticing my situation.

“First time near the border? I get the choking feeling at times still, even after being here multiple times.”

“Does it get easier to tolerate?” I looked at my gloves to see the static fuzzing around my sleeves and fingers like TV static.

“Somewhat yeah.” Rough face, seen its fair share of battles, his smile felt genuine as he offered me his hand to shake, the uneasy feeling somewhat settling as I focused on the conversation. “Name’s Rust, sometimes with and sometimes without the Y.”

“Cipher.” I took the offer and shook Rust’s hand, the augments beneath the skin listing on my HUD like a catalogue, everything from mechanical stabilizers to tactical thinking CPUs mounted somewhere in the skull.

“What you break codes or something? You hear this Proxy?” He laughed, tapping the seat in front of him with some force.

“Hard not to, I see you trying to tone out the white noise, give it a break, there is not much you can do on the software side.” Cold tone, the man sitting in the passenger seat turned around a bit, his eyes covered by a set of shades displaying a terminal field displaying many of the same errors my own system was listing, the rest of his face hidden behind a mask similar to mine.

“Relax Prox; he ain’t here to steal your seat. Try to get along.”

 “That’s Hush and this ray of sunshine is Proxy.” Rust pointed to the two, allowing me to mark a

“How ya doing?” Balaclava covering his head along with a headset and medium armor from what I could tell from where I was sitting, he raised one hand from the steering wheel as a greeting before placing his hands back on the wheel.

 “That is... a lot of redacted... it does say you did a lot of different ops, but none here?” Proxy said, scanning through the list on his tablet.

“None, we arrived a few weeks ago and when this job came up, it seemed fitting to get into the game here.”

“Your file mentions combat records but no actual titles, any of it true?”

“I can hold my own, decent in medical skills as well although I am a bit rusty.”

“Understandable if you’ve been sitting for the few weeks. Keep your head on a swivel and fingers off the triggers till the call comes through, if it ever does.”

“Roger that.”

Smaller service road next to the highway, we soon spotted the pair of trucks driving down it. Grabbing a hold of the handle dangling from the ceiling, I braced as Hush picked up speed, taking us across the narrow patch of dirt separating the two roads.

What a lovely day. Sun coming over the horizon and the scent of cordite in the air... One cannot help but smile.

It takes me a while now to get through these, the meds are the reason me thinks. Not in a bad way, altough I really need to start shortening these out a bit, 6 pages in word is a bit much when I can't do a final check through it in one go.

How does it feel to you, the reader? I'm always looking for feedback and would be happy to talk about these things more, I think using the AMA section for that too should do the work just fine.

Halloween coming up, it seems to be that places mix it and Christmas together a bit, stocking both holidays at once.

Stay safe, drink and remember to wear your reflectors if you go out in the dark.

Cheers. Fifteenth_

[toadlyturtle]

Where does love go, when life fades? Into the murky depths, their soul wades. Can they see the sun, as they're pulled below?Are we leaving them in the undertow? As the dying languish. As the lights from their eyes begin to wane. Do you not see it? Do you not care? What if those who sacrifice said that to you?

It's like people have to live in this illusion that everything is going to be okay. That if they keep their nose down and focus on their own needs and mind their own business, all will be well. When they do notice, they say to themselves 'I'm sure someone else will help.' But when everyone tells themselves someone else will help, ultimately no one does. I know people stay in those illusions out of fear, because they live in castles made of cards. They can't handle that a sudden gust could take it all away, so they go around convincing themselves struggling only happens in faraway places or that people wouldn't struggle if they just did this easy thing. They can't handle that individually we are all small. It may cause pain for people to break out of their illusions, but if the whole world is continually focused on keeping a full deck, the whole world will inevitably fall.

Please don't walk past, like a person bleeding on the sidewalk, in the midst of throngs of pedestrians, each just walking on. Imagine if it were your child. Your parent. Your sibling. Your spouse. How would you feel knowing so many walked by and did nothing? We are each personally responsible for helping others and healing this world. Don't let illusions of control make you blind to suffering around you.

Please help #disabled #latina family survive #homelessness

@sabilewsounds is disabled & sole caretaker of #elderly mom w/ #dementia & ESA #bunny

Not even $1 has come in to help keep Sabi & family safe.

Hotel past due, $270

Car payment due today, $330

Groceries, $70

Hotel due Tues, $700

Hurricane supplies, $30

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