#I would have bought him a tricycle

[hermemescabin]

If I were camp Jupiter I would be tucking little 3 year old Jason into bed with a bedtime story instead of putting him into the army but that’s just me

[satoruhour]

toji’s reaction to seeing you in short shorts/booty shorts around the house 🏃‍♀️

PAYBACK

a/n: sorry anon i didnt exactly like how this turned out but i still hope u enjoy !!!

wc: 2.1k

warnings: sorta crack-ish in the beginning, pleasure dom toji, soft dom toji, praise, toji is obsessed w/ you, kitchen sex, clothed sex, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, pussy slaps! (both w/ his hand and d!ck), fingering, clit stimulation, tit + ass fondling, unprotected sex, p → v penetration, creampie / breeding kink, brief aftercare, n*sfw under the cut

there were things that toji was good at holding back on, like telling you that you might’ve added a bit more garlic than butter for a garlic spread. he doesn’t tell you how your body heat warms him up fast and he desperately wants to pull away from you, but your slumbering state is so peaceful he would rather burn. 

and then sometimes he wishes he would just bite the bullet (even if you were his baby), because you were currently getting back at him for giving you the silent treatment. if he could do it over a trivial thing, so could you. toji’s probably still mad about your guess in charades, where you couldn’t understand that he was telling you he was riding a tricycle and not a bicycle, that mere difference of wheels causing a major roadblock in your relationship.

it was by far the stupidest thing you’ve argued about (you assume he had a bad day, too), and you were willing to talk things out and tell him he could’ve just put up three fingers instead of pointing aggressively to an invisible tricycle, but he opts to glare at you and sigh instead. you can’t believe he’s getting this worked up over a game of charades too, so you tease him the only other way you know how to.

it hadn’t been that long since you talked, but you figured you’ll need to start on dinner soon, getting a sick idea in your head when you see the new booty shorts you had ordered laying on your bed. you definitely thought it would be better for another day, but life is short and toji is not, so you pull them on and they feel divine, remembering the content smile on your face when your boyfriend had offered to pay for them — a reward well received when you check out your ass in the full-length mirror and the way it shaped your lower half.

the evening carries on as usual, but you can feel his stare once you emerge from your room in one of his shirts and he thinks you aren’t wearing any pants until you’re pulling out saucepans and reaching for the spices in the top cupboard that his shirt rides up and he can see your plump fucking ass; he chokes on his water.

with your back turned, you stifle a little grin and continue with your chores as the shorts ride up with each walk from living room to kitchen, but it’s all under the guise of cleaning and setting the table, wiping aimlessly, too, at the coffee table in front of the TV where toji sat, even if you weren’t eating there. you feel eyes on you when you return to the kitchen and continue your torture, cooking up a storm and bending over while looking into the fridge, while pulling out the plates for dinner, while—

“those the shorts i bought you?” bingo. although you’re not quite ready to talk to him yet, you succumb with a curt nod. toji obviously isn’t satisfied with your answer, footsteps approaching to lean on the kitchen island as his eyes keep his gaze locked at your butt.

“gonna ignore me for the whole day, hm?” it seemed like toji had other plans, his larger hand trailing up your thighs to your ass before curling around your waist. he’s pressing his front against you, hips grinding slightly even though you know he wants to do anything but that. you’re not wearing underwear, either, so the sensation of his bulge against your cunt is a lovely feeling and it takes everything in you not to moan.

you have to bring yourself back to reality to turn off the stove that feels so far away, hands clutching onto the countertops as you chase the familiar drag of your sex against his but toji only tuts, landing a slap onto your ass. “dinner first, baby.”

bastard. you roll your eyes and groan, but you didn’t seem to catch his innuendo, so you’re yelping when he suddenly flips you around and tugs at your shorts, pulling it off of a leg so there’s space for him. while your hands are pushing at his shoulders, desperately wanting to uphold your pride of ignoring him, you know the cool air against your cunt and the sight of fushiguro toji on his knees is only making you wetter.

and toji just smirks, looking up at you like his revered deity and you jump again at his cold hands prying your thighs apart, bringing a leg to rest on his shoulder. toji looks in love with your pussy, seeing your hole clench around nothing as your eyes beg for him to do something, anything, but he only continues to tease, running his thumbs along your folds and just missing your clit.

“use your words, sweetheart.”

“need…” toji raises an eyebrow, cheek leaning casually against your thigh and he grins as he sees you fight your own pride like you don’t want his tongue and fingers on you. give it a little more and you’ll break, because through the silence of your shared home and your heavy breathing, the tension is so infuriating that you’re willing to push away that stupid game of charades to the back of your brain.

you hate how needy you sound, though. “i need your tongue… p-please, baby,” you plead and drag out the name, and in the stuffiness of the kitchen, you think toji, one of the strongest men you know, looks the fucking best when he’s smiling up at you with a wanton want behind his eyes. “wan’ you, toji, wan’ you to eat me out!”

“oh… of course, when you beg like that,” toji plants a kiss to your puffy clit and the simple gesture makes you whine, “how could i say no to my pretty baby?”

toji delves in like he’s never eaten before, licking a thick stripe up your pussy to collect your slick before lapping at your clit, garnering a loud moan that reverberates throughout the house. you wish you never called him out on his terrible acting skills from the start, one hand keeping your balance while the other tugs on his black hair. harder and harder.

toji groans at your impatience as he feels you spread your legs further, moans and whimpers filling his ears. one hand sneaks under his shirt and squeezes at your tits, the other hugging you closer to him, fondling your ass at the same time. your boyfriend takes in everything, from your pleasured expression to your contracting tummy and he can feel himself harden below him.

but you come first, you always come first and he makes it clear when he halts for a second and you whine at the lack of contact. “eyes here, baby.” toji calls out to you, slapping your cunt and you jolt at the feeling, although it’s not entirely unpleasant; your eyes flit down to him. the other grins again and slaps your pussy a few more times, the wetness of your sex making loud, obscene noises, “tell me how good i’m making you feel, yeah?”

you mewl as you nod as his fingers prod at your hole and you swear the sudden intrusion has your stomach turning. you’re clamping down on his fingers which sets a pace, buried right up to the ends of his fingers as his palm collects your slick. your lover continues to abuse your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking.

“o-ooh, shit! they’re so deep, tojiii!” the moans you let out were almost pornographic, breathless and needy with how good he was giving it to you, the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up on you. his fingers keep a constant pace, stretching you out so well and the roughness of them feel so contrasting on your body, but you love it. “toji, i— fuck, i’m c-close!”

“taste so good, doll. c’mon, cum on my tongue.” the older man is ruined too, the heat of the kitchen getting to him with how the strands of his hair stick to his forehead, but more than that, he’s grinding into thin air, wanting any sort of relief for his hardening cock. “you taste like heaven, oh shit...”

“t-toji— i’m! oh, fuck, fuck fuck—!” it’s not long before you’re unravelling in his hold, legs trembling and incoherent babbles spilling from your lips as toji licks up your release leaving from your dripping, tight hole, sure to lap up every last drop. his emerald eyes hold yours as he cleans you up, body still twitching and shivering from the mind-blowing orgasm before he stands and removes his fingers, holding it to your lips.

“suck.” and you do, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around him like you would to his cock, free hand already making pulling down his sweatpants that has a little pre-cum leaking through it.

“up you go, darling,” toji mumbles, plopping you onto the counter with ease, and because he’s so tall, his pelvis perfectly lines up with yours. it’s probably also because you envisioned this happening, though, that you made sure to pick out a kitchen countertop with the proper height. he slaps the tip of his cock on your glistening pussy, an angry red from being neglected, groaning as your arousal provides lube with no problem.

“just so you know, i’m buying you more of those stupid shorts,” toji confesses before he pushes past your entrance, tip already stretching you so well that you laugh and moan at the same time, arms flying to encircle his neck to feel him closer. “f-fuck, baby… so tight, just for me…”

“’s all yours, toji,” you whimper softly, an unspoken look in your eyes that just says that i’m yours for you to use, “this pussy’s all y-yours— mmf—”

by then, he’s bottomed out, taking his time in filling you up inch by inch and your submission is reason enough for him to start rocking into you, hips faltering just a little by how warm and snug you felt that it has toji catching his breath. but he doesn’t hold back once you’re comfortable, bullying his cock into you at a faster pace into your pussy that sucks him in so well with each thrust.

“your tight, little pussy’s g’na make me cum faster than usual, pretty,” toji says with a breathless laugh, mouth tasting the sweat that lines your body as he kisses your neck. 

“that’s— okay,” you choke out, pulling him away from the embrace and the sight that greets you takes your breath away. dark, lustful eyes trained on you and a stunning smile to match; you see your lover’s eyes soften ever so slightly when he hits that sweet spot in you, “i’ll take all— fuck- all of your cum, okay?”

and toji almost cums at that moment but he knows if he looks at you any longer and how your tongue lols out at how his cock fits so well in you, he just might; so he just settles for frantic nods, and nudges your head down to look at how his length moves in and out of you. your slick and his pre-cum is leaking all over the counter, squelching noises filling the kitchen. “look at how well you take me. good fuckin’ girl is what you are.”

you giggle at the praise because you know toji means every word, but your moans take over soon. there’s the twist of your core, that edging feeling that toji’s drawing out of you so well — it doesn’t help how he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing circles that you’re close, so close.

“toji, toji, toji—” chanting out his name is all you can do when you’re fucked silly, spilling over unexpectedly as you clamp down hard on his cock. toji groans when he feels you spasm over his length, hips not stopping even after you ride out your orgasm. you’re cumming so much that his stomach is wet, too, the pap! pap! pap! of his pelvis against your pussy sounding so filthy.

your babbles converge into three words, mumbling out i love yous to the older man and soon toji cums as well, swallowing your tearful confessions with a sloppy kiss and he’s releasing deep inside you. he can feel your mewls through the kiss, no doubt loving how his thick cum is spilling into you. his seed is hot, leaking from his tip in ropes and ropes until you’re filled to the brim and you sigh, content with how it feels in you.

your lazed hums make him chuckle, kissing you again and softer this time. “my baby, my sweet baby,” toji makes sure to wipe your eyes after, and mutters apologies against your forehead for the dinner turning cold, but when he sees you and your languid smile, he knows you don’t mind.

thirsts and drabble requests are open!

[howdoesagrapewrites]

Pavitr and Gaytari anon back, I’ve kept thinking about Tricycle all week tbh. Since your requests are open, could I ask for a sequel to tricycle h.aha poking fingers?

(I hope you’ve been having good days as well!)

𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨

Cw: fluff, poly!fem!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh, probably inaccurate description of how the spider people spend their days off, the squad meeting Gayatri and Y/N

Notes: I'm delighted people were so receptive to that fic, I had a lot of fun writing it<3 thank you for your support!!

>Pavitr had of course told everyone about you two

>And while some were just touched by the deep affections of the lover boy, like Gwen or Jessica, others (Miguel) would appreciate if he shut up about his partners while important reunions

>"This is not the subject, please stop interrumpting, if it's so important to everyone to meet Pavitr's partners, please plan it outside of this and cut it"

>So the core four followed Miguel's advice and went to Mumbattan to meet the people his friend was always gushing about

>However, Pavitr had to find a good excuse to avoid telling you he was spiderman and explain where did he meet such a... Colorful group

>You and Gayatri knew he was Spiderman but honestly you wouldn't tell him, he's probably so proud he'd been able to keep it a secret:(

>So he said these are his work colleagues :3 you know, from the part time job he obviously has and always lines up with spiderman's public apparitions and never ever comes up? :3

>he's such a terrible liar omg

>"What do you think he means by work colleagues? More spidermans?" You asked, getting dolled up with your girlfriend for the meeting

>"Maybe, or maybe they're other heroes we don't know about" she uncapped the lipstick, a rich wine colour she bought for you so you could match (and kiss without the colour of your lipsticks clashing) "pucker up"

>you did as she said, waiting for the lipstick, but she gave you a quick peck on the lips before holding your chin and applying the product with a content smile

>You met your boyfriend on the park, like you scheduled

>You waved at his friends, and he leaped to hug you both

>"This is my girlfriend, Y/N, and this is my girlfriend's girlfriend, Gayatri, she's also my girlfriend" Pavitr announced, very proud

>Gayatri got along easily with Gwen, her undeniable kindness and accesible personality being great to ease Gwen's anxious first impression, Miles was also very outgoing, and asked a lot of questions about how you three met, and how you started dating

>Hobie wasn't as quick to start conversation, but it had a natural flow since it began

>You were very well received by his friends, but a couple hours of hanging out in, your boyfriend started to look at you with puppy eyes

>You were sitting close to Hobie, he was talking about his band and other things, you actively listened and made some comments, you felt something grab your hand, and saw Pavitr putting your palm in his face, cradling his face

>"It's alright everyone, I know they're wonderful, don't steal my girls away"

>Everyone laughed loudly, they've never seen Pav so legitimately upset over anything, and now he looks like a kicked dog

>"It's a'hight, we wouldn't, you'd threw yourself off a bridge if we did" Hobie said, only partially joking

>"It's getting late already anyway" Miles warned

>They agreed to leave, but Gwen lingered a few seconds on her goodbyes to you and Gayatri, Pavitr frowned and started moving his hands to signal her to leave

>"Challo, challo, you have work to do, we'll see each other" he said to his friends before they left, turning to you, and put each arm into your shoulders to hug you both tenderly, his hair tickled your face as he held you close, you and Gayatri held hands on Pavitr's back

>Gayatri let out a low, airy giggle, and you whispered reassuring words into your boyfriend's ear

>"I think we made a good first impression" your girlfriend winked at you with a sultry smile

[krash-and-co]

haven't done this in a while, so here !! l&co as stuff I've heard/said in the past few months, bc I don't remember exact exchanges before then 👍👍

arguably more unhinged for reasons unknown. fate of Gods favorite clown idk

Lucy: I thought Billie Joe Armstrong went to the moon for a long time, honestly.

~

Lucy: [calling Barnes] there's a stranger at our house. she tried really hard to get in, and--

Lockwood, in the distance: we broke all the stranger danger rules.

Lucy: we broke all the stranger danger rules.

~

Holly: Lockwood, you have the coolest style.

Lockwood: thanks!

Lucy: what?!? she just tells me I look gay.

Lucy: and homeless.

~

holly: I want to help disabled kids ride a tricycle. wait, I meant to say horses.

lockwood: you want to help disabled horses ride a tricycle??????

~

Lucy: I don't have mommy issues I just don't like my mom.

~

Lucy: you gave me a framed photo for my birthday

Lucy: and within thirty minutes you stepped on it.

Lockwood: but then I bought you a new frame!!!

Lucy: and then I opened it, and it looked like you stepped on it.

Lockwood: well I'm not buying you another one.

~

skull: ugh, theyre so obsessed with how they look.

lucy, nodding: yeah, they're all "oh I'm so perfect!" preps. they definitely shave their legs.

~

Lockwood: I need to work on my swearing problem, cuz there are adults around and they don't li-- *drops thermos* ow FUCK

~

Lockwood: shut the windows. shut the fucking windows, I feel like we're being watched.

Lucy: hahaha, this is fucking terrifying.

Lockwood: here are the knives.

Holly: do you have any baseball bats? I don't want to stab people.

George: no, but we have crutches. we can hit people with them.

Holly, nodding: that's good.

~

Lockwood: I'm stupid.

Kipps: no you're not- yes you are. I don't know why I said you're not, so I had to correct myself.

~

holly: if we kill someone, we'll get in.... trouble.

~

George: shit!! I mean fuck!!! I mean crap!!!

Lucy, hitting him repeatedly: stop CURSING YOU FUCKING-- DANG IT!!!!!

~

Holly: do you ever get the urge to be randomly violent, like-

[loud clatter as lockwood and kipps beat each other up in the background]

holly: yeah like that.

~

Kipps, on searching for Bobby: I used to just grab any kid I saw about his height with brown hair, but that caused problems.

~

Lucy: what's your biggest fear?

Lockwood: what? spiders.

Lucy: no the other one

Lockwood: change.

Lucy: no the-- the other one.

George: what do you WANT FROM HIM-

~

lucy: you're going to make me have a gambling addiction.

skull, nodding: that's the idea.

~

George: pff my mom says im special.

Lockwood: im also special! they put me in classes about it.

[Lockwood and George burst out laughing while everyone else stares]

~

[Lucy and George are punching each other, screaming, and spewing out profanity in sign language]

George: literally nobody even looked up

Lucy: we're at the point where it's normal

George: yeah, haha!

Lucy: haha!

[a moment of heavy breathing and grinning before they begin fucking attacking each other again]

~

George, to Lucy: ugh im so sore. why do you keep punching me.

[Lucy punches him]

~

ok last one but this was a hell of a fucking convo and it was so funny everyone just jumped in with random twists 😭😭

[kipps crew, l&co, and flo are all sitting in barnes otherwise empty office]

George: kipps sounds terminally online, but I can't figure out yet if it's the normal kind or if he has. like. a kin list.

Lucy: the two extremes. normal or homestuck.

George: I read all of homestuck but it's okay I'm normal now

skull: im-

lucy: skull YOU'RE terminally online, but like the video gamer kind. kipps sounds like he had a my hero academia phase.

Lockwood: I was friends with someone who would roleplay mha all the time.

George: like pretend to have powers or something?

Lockwood: no, like pretend to be the characters. interact as them.

bobby: I don't roleplay, but I like to imagine I'm a different person with powers sometimes :)

ned: ha, furry.

flo: furry? one of my friends knows a furry who got her tail stolen, and she's in the office right now.

Lockwood: like today??

flo: yeah today. she's there right now.

Lockwood: [silence] oh.

flo: yeah they just. yoink.

[silence]

bobby: .....im not a furry but--

Lucy: aaaand gonna stop you right there before you make things worse for yourself

kat: why can't we EVER have normal conversations

[floridaboiler]

What Is The Main Ingredient of WD-40?

Before you read to the end, does anybody know what the main ingredient of WD-40?

No Cheating.....

WD-40 ~ Who knew!

I had a neighbour who bought a new pickup.

I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray

painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown

reason).

I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news.

He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do ....

probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open.

Another neighbour came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off.

It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint

job that was on the truck. I was impressed!

WD-40 who knew?

"Water Displacement #40".

The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and

degreaser to protect missile parts.

WD-40 was created in 1953, by three technicians at the San Diego

Rocket Chemical Company.

Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'Water

Displacement' Compound.

They were finally successful for a formulation, with their fortieth

attempt, thus WD-40. The 'Convair Company' bought it in bulk to

protect their atlas missile parts.

Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40

that would hurt you.

When you read the 'shower door' part, try it. It's the first thing

that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic,

it works just as well as on glass. It's a miracle!

Then try it on your stove-top.

It's now shinier than it's ever been.

You'll be amazed.

WD-40 Uses:

1. Protects silver from tarnishing.

2. Removes road tar and grime from cars.

3. Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.

4. Gives floor that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.

5. Keeps the flies off of Cows, Horses, and other Farm Critters.

6. Restores and cleans chalkboards.

7. Removes lipstick stains.

8. Loosens stubborn zippers.

9. Untangles jewellery chains.

10. Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.

11. Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.

12. Keeps ceramic/terracotta garden pots from oxidising.

13. Removes tomato stains from clothing.

14. Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.

15. Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.

16. Keeps scissors working smoothly.

17. Lubricates noisy door hinges on both home and vehicles doors.

18. It removes that nasty tar and scuff marks from the kitchen

flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to

scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some

windows if you have a lot of marks.

19. Remove those nasty bug guts that will eat away the finish

on your car if not removed quickly!

20. Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.

21. Lubricates gearshift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on

riding mowers.

22. Rids kids rocking chair and swings of squeaky noises.

23. Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.

24. Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.

25. Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well

as vinyl bumpers.

26. Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.

27. Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.

28. Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons and bicycles for

easy handling.

29. Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.

30. Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.

31. Removes grease splatters from stove-tops.

32. Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.

33. Lubricates prosthetic limbs.

34. Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).

35. Removes all traces of duct tape.

36. Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve

arthritis pain.

37. Florida 's favourite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from

grills and bumpers.'

38. The favourite use in the state of New York , it protects the Statue

of Liberty from the elements.

39. WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you

will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than

the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep

in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing

are not allowed in some states.

40. Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and

stops the itch.

41. It is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray it on the marks

and wipe with a clean rag.

42. Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed

and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the

lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!

43. If you spray it inside a wet distributor cap, it will displace the

moisture, allowing the engine to start.

My discovery, Ants don't like it..................

P.S.

As for that Basic, Main Ingredient.......

Well.... it's FISH OIL....

Now This Is Definitely Worth SHARING!!

[tipsy-scales]

Had a fun day with friends! We went antiquing, and I brought 9S along (we all had dolls LOL)

My mission was to find doll friendly items.

This was also 9S’ first outing with his beautiful daughter 😌

Taking his child on a ride…

They had two of these sleighs. They were well sized, but not versatile. Also expensive 😮‍💨

This tricycle was fun! His feet didn’t reach the pedals unfortunately. Most things were too small, so I guess it was nice for something to be oversized.

Papa please buy me a pony

Things got serious when I saw this booth with American Girl items. I’ve been hunting for them for a while, but seeing them in person it was unfortunately clear that the scale is not good… I knew it wasn’t ideal, but it’s good to see in person. A shame since the style is perfect.

This bench should’ve been in the Tower. It would have saved him.

I was hoping for more variety of items, but most of what I found was tiny chairs. They were all like $30, so I had to choose only one.

This one was pretty unique! Cozy rlly isn’t my style though..

I liked this one a lot. Would’ve gotten it but I’d already bought *the one*

And here’s the chair I bought! Everyone agreed it fit the aesthetic and scale best.

We also went to an arcade and I got some SWAGGIN photos. I will share those separately. This was a fun day and I am now exhausted

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not allowing someone to look at the serial number on my PS5 or the PS5 box to confirm it is not someone else's?

Okay, so, last month a now ex-family friend (I will call him M, late 30s - early 40s) got kicked out of a shed he was living in, in the back of his brother's garden. So he asked my dad (73) if he could keep a couple of things in our garden, and my dad, despite me (29F) and my ma telling (ma is also in her 70s) him it is only going to lead to trouble, and he also already had a storage locker that he could take it all to. He didn't listen to us and said that M could. Ma and I weren't very happy about it, but you can't really tell dad anything without getting snapped at.

So M put his electric tricycle in our back garden on the decking, some other electrical bits for it in my dad's shed. He also asked us to keep his son's PS4 for him safe as he doesn't trust his family (his brother and the people living in his brother's house would steal from him all the time, and his parents, and other brothers who live with them are drug dealers and M doesn't trust their customers or them to not steal and sell it.) And he asked us to keep his PS5 which he put in a blue suitcase because he didn't have a PS5 hard case to carry it with.

We left the PS4 and the PS5 alone. The only time we touched either was to put the PS4 into a bag because he never put it in one, and to move both the PS4 and PS5 into the shed, which is secure while we had the living room floor ripped up to fix it as it was rotting away. But other than that, no one touched it.

Now three weeks ago, more like four at this point, he came over to collect his PS5 and PS4 routinely like he always does (he also leaves his things unattended at his parent's house while he goes out to smoke weed or to sell drugs. He also used to live in a group home after leaving the shed he lived in, and now currently lives in a caravan outside his parent's home, which is opposite our home.) Anyway, he left with his PS4 and PS5 and back a couple of hours later yelling at my dad.

M said that my dad, me, my brother (30M), and our long term family friend (B. Male and I think either late 40s to early 50s) of logging into his PS5, changing the email address, changing his password, deleting all of his games and pictures from it and swapping his PS5 for someone else's.

To clear things up, me, my brother and B have our own PS5s. B has a digital one, I bought one back in March because Microsoft banned my account and wouldn't get in touch with me for 4 months (this was because I added my phone number as a security message.) And my dad bought my brother one because I got one.) So we have no reason to swap PS5's at all since we all have our own, save my dad and ma who watches me play mine when I sit downstairs with them. And if we didn't have a PS5 we wouldn't do anything to someone else's property, and we also do not have the money to just... Randomly get a PS5 to switch with someone else's PS5.

He said that we must have done something because he's just left it here. Forgetting he takes it back to the group home, he took it over his parents, he took it to the caravan site he used to have his caravan in and would often leave it there where he leaves the doors unlocked and anyone can get in. M left when my dad told him to take his stuff and leave and that he (my dad) wants his tools back.

M came back 5 days later, told us that he called the police and that he handed the police his PS5 AND now his PS4 over to the police because "now the 1tb hard drive in the PS4 is missing, and you took it! That or your friend did because you told me that B was having storage issues in his PS5" when B never even knew that we were keeping his PS4 and PS5 safe. And neither of us have a PS4 either, no reason for us to even touch ANY of this PlayStations. My brother and I told M that he's not going to find any of what he's looking for here 'cause we have our PS5s.

So M asked to see our PS5s to make sure. And ma and I said at the same time, "no you can't. If the police are involved then the POLICE can check the PS5s." To which he turned around and called us assholes. But this was 3/4 weeks ago, and we still haven't had a visit from the aforementioned police.

So... Are we Assholes?

TLDR; M accused me and my family of swapping and stealing things from his PS5 and PS4, "called" the police on us, and called because we said no to HIM checking the serial numbers on our PS5s. (3/3)

What are these acronyms?

[august-anon]

War on Christmas -- Squealing Santa 2022

My @squealing-santa​ gift is ready, and it is for the very very cool @a-fluffer-nutter​! From your BNHA ship list I went with EraserMic, and had lots of fun with your prompt of "The pairing celebrating Christmas or the holidays. Opening presents turns to chaos!" Though, it wound up being more post-gift opening/cleaning up chaos in the end. I hope you enjoy!

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Yamada

Word Count: 1501 words

Summary: Hizashi and Aizawa get a little sidetracked while cleaning up the post-gift opening mess.

[ao3 link]

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Christmas in the Aizawa-Yamada home was turning out a bit more chaotic that year, compared to the celebrations of the past.

While Hitoshi had seemed perfectly content to sleep in until late in the morning, a boy after Shouta’s own heart, the combined energy and excitement from Hizashi and Eri had the whole household up when the sun had barely cleared the horizon. From there, the morning was a blur of messy breakfast, wrapping paper, and sparkly bows.

Now, they finally had a moment of quiet.

The moment Eri had opened her last, largest gift and found a pink, sparkly tricycle inside, Shouta knew it was over. While she would never demand it herself, they could all see how much she was itching to take it out for a ride, snowy lawns and icy sidewalks be damned. Hitoshi, perhaps seeing the exhaustion in Shouta’s eyes, or maybe just wanting to get out of the house because of the flirtatious looks Hizashi kept shooting him, didn’t hesitate to offer to take her out for a ride.

And then it was just the two of them, finally having a moment of privacy, getting to enjoy each other’s company… if it weren’t for the mess.

For so many years, when it had just been the two of them, there had always been so little to clean up. A few pieces of wrapping paper here, a handful of dishes there, and then the house was clean once more. Now, however, their living room was covered in brightly colored foil paper, all ripped to shreds. The dishwasher and sink were overflowing with dishes from cookie baking, large dinners, and sweet breakfasts. The coffee table was covered in frosting and edible glitter from Eri’s (and, admittedly, Hizashi’s) efforts. The house looked like Christmas had exploded, and not in a fun, festive way, and Shouta decided that that certainly wouldn’t do. 

So, despite all Hizashi’s whining for attention, Shouta moved on to cleaning. They had plenty of time for Hizashi’s dramatic forms of affection later. Right now, Shouta wanted to be able to see the floor.

And then, as Shouta tried to gather up some of the stray pieces of colorful paper scattered around the tree, he felt something hit him in the back of the head. Looking down, Shouta saw a balled-up scrap of wrapping paper.

“You’re supposed to be cleaning,” Shouta said, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Not making more of a mess.”

Hizashi gave him an innocent look. “I don’t know what you mean, Sho.”

Shouta narrowed his eyes. Fine. Two could play at that game. Instead of immediately retaliating, Shouta only huffed and turned back to his own trash bag, shoving the balled-up paper inside and continuing to clean. He heard Hizashi let out a quiet sigh on the other side of the room and the rustle of him continuing to clean. That was when Shouta struck.

Quickly, he balled up several scraps of paper, doing his best to make it look like he was only trying to make the trash fit better. Then, he took his arsenal and chucked one directly at the back of Hizashi’s head. Hizashi yelped and whirled around, a hand raising up to where the paper hit him as he gave Shouta a startled look. Shouta smirked, throwing a second balled-up scrap and nailing Hizashi directly in the forehead.

“Oh, you’re on Sho!”

Shouta scoffed, wider grin tugging at his mouth. “I may not have started this fight, but I’ll certainly finish it.”

And then the room became a whirlwind of bright, flying paper. They had bought the pretty, decorative kind this year, for Eri and Hitoshi’s first holiday with them, which meant they were both likely to be shampooing glitter out of their head for weeks. Shouta wondered if they would ever get it out of the carpet.

Hizashi laughed the whole time, loudly and easily, dodging sloppily (despite the fact that Shouta knew he could do better than that, they were Pro Heroes after all) but throwing with alarming accuracy. Shouta, on the other hand, didn’t hold back. He was much more suited for this kind of war than Hizashi, with his skillset as an Underground Hero, but when he finally cracked, barking out a laugh when he accidentally knocked Hizashi’s glasses right off his face, he started to get a bit sloppy himself. There was a sort of fun in that too, not aiming to be perfect the whole time. It was a game, after all. A silly bit of fun. He could afford to not be perfect.

He would still win, anyway.

At least, he would have, if Hizashi wasn’t a dirty rotten cheat. With a battle cry, Hizashi broke from his side of the room, pelting a laughing Shouta with wrapping paper ball after wrapping paper ball as he charged, eventually tackling Shouta down to the ground.

“Hey!” Shouta snapped, trying his best to sound authoritative despite the lingering laughter in his tone. “Get off!”

Hizashi only laughed, pressing his weight further onto Shouta. Shouta scoffed and reached up, grasping around for one of the wrapping paper balls to shove down Hizashi’s shirt. Hizashi gasped in faux-offense.

“I’ve won, and you’re still trying to sabotage me?”

Shouta let out a grunt. “You didn’t win, you filthy cheat, you– ah!”

Shouta’s arm shot down in defense, but it was too late. Hizashi’s devious fingers were already buried in the hollow underneath his arm, scribbling and scrabbling away at the sensitive skin. Shouta bit out a curse, scrunching up his face and squirming underneath Hizashi in a half-hearted escape attempt.

Hizashi gasped in faux-offense. “Shouta, kitten, you’re accusing me of cheating?”

“Even more-so now,” Shouta ground out, refusing to give Hizashi the satisfaction of his ticklish laughter so easily.

“Why, kitten, I would never.”

Of course, the words were accompanied with Hizashi immediately darting forward and burying his face in Shouta’s sensitive neck, so clearly he wasn’t doing a very good job of defending his own actions. Shouta knew he should’ve grabbed his capture scarf off the hook in their bedroom that morning, just in case, because now without it, Shouta had nothing to block Hizashi from nibbling and nuzzling and huffing out breaths that unfortunately sent Shouta squealing.

Hizashi huffed a laugh against his neck, which certainly didn’t help Shouta’s predicament. “Wow, Sho. I think that’s a new record, huh?” He blew a quick raspberry against one of Shouta’s weak points. “That may be the fastest I ever got you to laugh, huh?”

Shouta had never been a man of many words, so he figured a simple “Fuck you!” would suffice as a reply.

But, Shouta realized, with Hizashi’s new focus on one of Shouta’s weaker points, his fingers were less focused and intense, fumbling and half-hearted as Hizashi sought out better reactions with new methods. Shouta had control of his arms again. And Hizashi had far more weak points than he did.

Shouta’s hands shot out, wrapping his arms around Hizashi’s back and rolling them over, scratching his fingers in-between Hizashi’s ribs as they went. Hizashi shrieked, barking out a loud laugh, tilting his head back with the force of it. Shouta shrugged his shoulders up to try and rub the remaining ticklish feeling away (and keep Hizashi from getting any more ideas).

“Not fair!” Hizashi cried out through his laughter.

Shouta raised an eyebrow. “Not fair? It wasn’t me who brought tickling into this, Zashi.”

Hizashi twisted underneath him, probably trying to get leverage to throw him off, but Shouta wouldn’t allow that. He pushed Hizashi back down, planting his legs firmly on either side of Hizashi’s hips, and finally enacted his true revenge. 

His fingers jumped from tickle spot to tickle spot, wiggling and spidering and scratching as swiftly as they could. Hizashi wailed in response, his laughter going near-hysterical as his senses were overloaded, not being able to keep up with how quickly Shouta was switching spots. His hands were always two steps behind in defense, never knowing where to jump next to stop Shouta.

It was a good thing Shouta knew how much he loved this. Otherwise he might actually feel bad about the tears of mirth slowly building up in Hizashi’s eyes.

And then the front door burst open, revealing their two children, both seemingly far too energetic for having been sloshing through slush and snow for the better part of an hour. Shouta halted in his attack, opening his mouth to greet them even as he started to remove himself from Hizashi’s waist, when he was tackled back to the ground himself. Shouta shot Hizashi a glare, wishing the kids were still outside so he could spit out a curse or two at being so sloppy in his own defense. Hizashi winked at him, then turned his beaming smile on their children.

“Hey, wanna see what Sho looks like when he really smiles?”

Maybe family tickle fights would become another one of their new Christmas traditions, after this year.

[crimechannels]

By • Olalekan Fagbade Suspected tricycle robber confesses ‘this is not my first time, I don’t know what’s wrong with me’ Operatives of the Oluyole Security Surveillance Team (OSST) in Oyo State have arrested a 42-year-old tricycle rider identified as Ariyo for stealing parts of tricycles owned by his colleagues. It was gathered that the suspect, a father of two, when paraded by the security operatives recently in Ibadan, the state capital, said he conspired with his friend, Muyideen (surname also withheld) a.k.a Kesari, to carry out the operation that boomeranged. However, his friend denied any involvement, saying he never knew of how Ariyo got another engine for the tricycle he sold to him, though he admitted knowing of his friend’s desire to get another engine to replace the one in the tricycle he sold to him. The OSST Commandant, Olusegun Idowu, who spoke with the Nigerian Tribune on the arrest of the two suspects, said a report was received on July 18 that a tricycle with registration number LUY 236 Q was stolen from the bridge at Academy area where it was parked. He said he informed the Divisional Police Officer at Sanyo police station and started making several patrols to various places to see if he and his men would be able to see the tricycle but all efforts initially proved abortive. “On July 23, a rider noticed a tricycle at Owode area which looked like the stolen one and informed us. When we got there, we saw that it was indeed the stolen tricycle but the engine and other parts had been removed, leaving just the body. “I informed the DPO again and moved the body of the tricycle to the station. “On August 22, we learnt that one Ariyo (a.k.a. Iyo) was selling engine parts. We went to their park and met a man posting hackney permit sticker on a tricycle. He pretended not to be the person we were looking for, but by the time he was pointed at by one of the rider, he had disappeared. We also discovered that the sticker he was posting was fake.” The commandant said further intelligence gathering revealed that one Kesari, gave Ariyo the tricycle he was riding. “Kesari took us to his father’s house but we didn’t see anything there. We later heard that one Adeleke bought engine block and carburetor from Ariyo,” Idowu stated further. He said after the disappearance of Ariyo, the tricycle he took off in was discovered at a filling station at Academy area. Upon a search, it was seen that the engine number, suspected to have been the one stolen from the initially recovered one, had been tampered with. Before putting the engine in his tricycle, Nigerian Tribune learnt that Ariyo altered its number so that it would not give him out as having stolen it. In an interview, Ariyo confessed to stealing the engine. He also disclosed that he had at a time stolen all the tyres of a tricycle which he sold to feed his family. He said: “I trained as a mechanical engineer but I later started riding tricycle. My first stealing was removing tyres from tricycles. That was about a year ago. I did it in my neighbourhood at Academy, Ibadan. I carried out the operation before the day broke. I removed all the tyres and sold them for N13,000. I used the money to feed my family and also purchased fuel for the tricycle I was riding.” When asked why he was riding tricycle and not making enough to buy fuel which prompted his stealing, the suspect said he used to be in need whenever his means of living developed fault. He continued: “The second one was when I stole a tricycle from where it was on queue to pick passengers. It happened about three months ago. I planned it with my colleague, Kesari. We used to load passengers at the same park. “To be truthful, I was the one who brought the idea. Before coming up with it, Kesari gave me a tricycle which he said was put in his care and he intended to sell. However, I noticed that the engine of the tricycle needed repairs as it was always short of oil. “We were on Academy field and discussing on the tricycle.

I suggested that we should get another engine and pointed at a tricycle parked in front us. I told him that it would be to our benefit if we could steal it and remove the engine. “Kesari wondered how that would be possible, but I said it would be no problem. I told him to ride it away from the park and hide it in a designated spot. I assured him that if he was stopped on the way, I would give an excuse that he just wanted to use it to pick something. I added that it would be a done deal if he was not caught by anyone, promising to take care of the rest that needed to be done. “He succeeded in taking it away and I later went to where he parked it. No one saw us. The following day, I went to remove the engine and called him that I had done the task. He came and we removed the engine, leaving the empty body of the tricycle. “As other drivers were discussing the theft of the tricycle, one of us said that he noticed it being driven to a neighbourhood by someone. Kesari also contributed to the discussion, telling others that he noticed a tricycle at a spot. “We started negotiating the amount I would pay for the tricycle he gave me, since we were able to change the engine. I said I would pay N400,000. He had asked for N250,000 when he first gave it to me with a faulty engine. “I agreed with him to pay N20,000 every week in instalments. However, he came to me few days after and said he needed N6,000 which I gave him. On the day I was to pay the balance of N14,000, we didn’t see each other, so, the day after, I gave him N12,000, promising to pay the rest before night fall. “The same day, I noticed that people were suspicious of me. That was because I had sold parts of the faulty engine we removed to one us, but he didn’t pay for it. We got into a heated argument on this and this aroused the suspicion of those around us, as they wondered how I got the engine block I sold. “They also reported their suspicion to OSST, asking them to arrest me. They didn’t know me when they came for me. The person who pointed at me had gone back so that I would not see him. When the security people pointed at a tricycle and asked if I was the owner, I denied it and they left. That was when I confirmed that they were looking for me concerning the stolen engine. “I stylishly followed them. When I saw that they made a u-turn about five minutes later, going back to where we used to queue, I knew I was in for it and quickly ran to Lagos State. “I was there till October 28 when I decided to return home with promptings from my wife. I was forced to confess what I did to her, and she was so disturbed. She couldn’t sleep at home again. She asked me to come home so that the matter could be settled. “I came home and I just got to my room, I heard a knock. That was how the Oluyole Surveillance Team came to apprehend me.” Admitting the alteration of the engine number, Ariyo said: “I don’t understand why I started doing this. I will simply say that it was covetousness.” However, Kesari, aged 38, denied being part of the plan to steal the engine. The suspect, who is also an Ibadan indigene and a tricycle repairer, said: “I also ride it for commercial purpose. My customers used to put their tricycles in my care, either for sale or to get riders for them that would be delivering money. I gave a tricycle to my friend, Ariyo, on instalment basis when I saw that he had none to ride and was suffering. Initially, he was to deliver money made from conveying passengers. He did this for two weeks and I was giving his delivery to the owner. “He then told me that he would like to buy it and pay for it in instalments. I told him it was okay as the owner also intended to sell it for N250,000. However, since he wanted to pay in instalments, I asked for N450,000. We eventually agreed on N400,000 and said that he should be paying N15,000 weekly. “The first week Ariyo was supposed to pay, he did not, complaining of low passenger conveyance. Three days after he was supposed to have paid, he gave me N12,000, promising to pay the N3,000 balance later in the day.

“In the afternoon, I handed my tricycle to a friend to do afternoon shift and went to look for Ariyo to collect the N3,000, only to see other drivers who said they were looking for him. However, they didn’t tell me the reason. I told them I was the one who gave him the tricycle he was riding. Shortly after, the Oluyole Surveillance Team came. “They asked if I knew his residence; I answered in the affirmative, took them there and pointed it to them. He was not at home. I also took them to his father’s house. I gave them his phone numbers I had but they were not going through. I later learnt that he stole the engine of a tricycle belonging to someone and sold its block. I told the people that I knew nothing about it but only came to see him for the instalment payment on the tricycle he bought.” He denied conniving with Ariyo to steal tricycle engine, saying: “I never had such an agreement with him. It is true that he told me that the engine of the one I sold to him was always short of oil. I told him that it could be because the tricycle had been in use for long. I asked if he wanted me to repair it or he would do it himself, but he said there was no problem as he just wanted me to know. “The N6,000 he gave me before the instalment purchase was for delivery for two days. He lent me when I needed to pay for my own instalment purchase.” The OSST commandant said that the suspects and the recovered exhibits had been transferred to Sanyo Division for further investigation by the police.

[amnotaqueen]

All About Punishment

I recently taught our 7 year old with special needs how to ride his bicycle with no training wheels. I have been working with him for years. Most toddlers can pedal little tricycles around the house, but my son didn't have the motor skill coordination to pedal for a while. When I helped him figure out how to pedal, it was great. Then, I purchased a bicycle with training wheels and a helmet to further develop his ability to one day ride a bike, unassisted.

By the way, my narc husband doesn't buy him toys to play with. In his 7 years, the only thing I can recall my husband buying for our son with his own money was soccer ball nets. He himself is into soccer. I and his grandma and grandpa ( and friends in the congregation here and there)have bought him toys for his development and enjoyment. He learned to pedal the bike with training wheels but could not adjust to riding without the training wheels. He wore out the training wheels and still required me to hold him steady so he didn't fall over.

He out grew the first bike, so I bought another for him, determined to see him ride. He lacked focus, was easily distracted, was prone to fuss and get agitated at any requests that challenged him. He was afraid to fail and often didn't try and was happy to have me push him along as he pedaled. Needless to say, I was ecstatic the first time he balanced himself and rode his bike alone. I always try to keep my husband in the loop when it comes to things that our son accomplishes while with me. I feel like it's the right thing to do and I just want to brag about our son when I can.

So I sent him a video of our son riding. The length of time it has taken, all the work that I put into getting him there, all the difficulties and progress he made, I would have thought my husband would have given more extended praise. He only replied to the video I texted him at work with, 'my boy is growing up! Wonderful.' When he got home from work, he said nothing about it.

If it were me, getting home from work after receiving the video of our son riding his bicycle alone, I would have praised him and made a big deal out of it in our son's presence. This was a cause for celebration and it fell flat with my husband. He doesn't pick up on reasons to praise or upbuild. He picks up on reasons to punish, tear down, insult. He really runs with the punishment and insults.

When I asked him why he had not personally congratulated or praised our son for his accomplishment, he said, 'Oh! Yeah, good job.' 'Oh', like he had forgotten already. You forgot? Of course, he has so many other vastly more important things on his mind, like his business, his own accomplishments, and all other things pertaining to himself.

And in his text, he low-key shaded me as well. He knows how long I alone have been working with our son to teach him to ride. He knows I purchased the bikes and helmet alone. Yet, he attributed my son's accomplishment to his growing up. He didn't even acknowledge the efforts I had made. No, 'you did a good job working with him to teach him something that can bring him enjoyment for decades to come'. No. To have said something like that to me would have indicated that maybe I am good for something, maybe I do some things right after all.

Another recent example of preference to put down rather than give commendation was when I was telling him about how our son played with other kids at the park that day. We had stayed about an hour and he played and rode his bike with other kids while I closely monitored him.

I was happy that it went mostly well until it was time to go. I was pleased that he stayed an hour. Number one, with the cooking, cleaning, feeding, errands,tutoring, and activities I do during the day while my son is with me, it's not easy for me to fit in an hour of play. Number two, it is extra work for me to monitor my son while out in public to make sure he is not doing anything inappropriate, preventing meltdowns, or stopping melt downs already in progress, trying to keep my son and other kids safe, trying to mitigate things my son does that irritates other children. It can be exhausting, nerve-wracking, anxiety inducing, and just plain stressful. Parents with children with autism or ADHD know what I'm talking about.

So, the fact that I managed to have him play at the park and socialize for an hour successfully was an accomplishment. I thought my husband would have been happy to hear he had socialized for an hour, given our circumstances. I don't know why I thought that. When I told him we were out there for an hour, my husband's response was, 'That's it?' As in, that's all the time you could manage, only an hour? Nothing I do is commendable. Nothing I do is worthy of any praise. Put downs are aplenty, but praise is sorely lacking.

[mindylichtman]

It's completely not fair that I got to suffer today with a borderline anxiety attack so bad that my body temperature mimicked that of Someone sick with flu or covid. 😫😡

All because I had to take an emergency bike ride to work today. My landlords truck bit the dust just as he was getting ready to go to work along with dropping me off at my work.

I get down to cr 218 from North mimosa and straight shot it down. I had to stop quickly at the family dollar for a quick drink. I run across Marty because he happened to be buying something too.

To keep things civil, I greet him but bought my drink and left the family dollar quickly, making it to work. Marty was the one who tried sabotaging my job at Publix two weeks straight in the middle of 22 because I turned him down for a conversation when he ran across me on his bicycle while I was walking home from work. I didn't want to talk to him that day because I was in a relationship with Tracy back then. I'm a loyal bitch and the son of a bitch wanted me to step out on Tracy. 😩 And literally tried to take my only means of earning a living away from me because of that.

So imagining the worse case scenarios of where my landlord picked me up from work at what was supposed to be 7 pm and telling me to take my shit out of the house and live my mom and sister got to me big time. My temperature today, along with nausea made me have to clock out early today and my landlord picked me and my tricycle up from work.

My landlord and Marty work together so while my landlord went to work tonight, I started worrying that he would get home saying that Marty lied on me about several things.

My mom and sister don't live in the main house but they do live on the property of me and my landlord. So I would no longer have access to dish washer or bathroom right when I need it.

Plus my mom and sister pay 300+ rent. I wouldn't be surprised if he rose the rent for them, thus pricing them off the property. Then I'd have to find other arraignments to live in Middleburg and keep my job.

[letters-between-friends]

on random unexpected ways

I just put that title but I am really not sure of what I really want to say to you. I always think I need a thesis statement for these letters but I always reminded myself that this project of ours is for simply writing.

Anyway, yes it is true that I am impatiently waiting for your letter. It become one of the highlights of my week so please write to me every week. Hahaha! I know that I can write to you anytime but I want to have letters too! If I'm going to write with no reply, then I should just have blogged on my own. HMP. Hahaha

But seriously, your letters give me ideas on what to write about. It sparks a topic that I will not think about on a normal day. It kind of makes me think outside my main thoughts and excited about what I might uncover while writing these letters.

And for today, I want to tell you about my day. To give a background, for the past few weeks, my life became somehow routinary. It is more of work, thinking of what time I should sleep since I haven't fully adapted to being awake all night, sleeping, and being in my head most of the time.

This afternoon, I have a lot of conflicted feelings. I know what I want to do in my life but for some reason, I think I'm scared to do it when I don't think my dream is not that scary. I am scared that I might fail even if I tried my best, of discovering it is not my dream after all and I am scared because it's a dream of doing this thing alone. I am so afraid of being alone, no let me correct that, I am scared of being lonely while achieving my dreams.

As you know, back in college, I have various big groups of friends but when I went out of college, those groups were depleted by almost 3/4. I am not complaining about losing them. I like that I only have good and sensible relationships, I like that I can be alone with myself. But there are times I crave the company of big groups. Have those moments that you won't remember after a while but the feeling it gave you stays. Or I don't know maybe I'm just looking for a distraction for my thoughts.

Going back to this day (or yesterday), I was on the verge of another breakdown. I haven't seen the sun for a week, haven't seen any other people, I hardly see my brother and father. It is just me in my bedroom, in my own world. I feel like I can't do anything even if I wanted to because I don't have any cash to splurge.

But I decided to still go out. I have this sudden surge of energy to say that I will go for a walk in Freedom Park (spoiler, I didn't go to Freedom Park). I wore leggings and a big T-shirt and pulled out this belt bag I bought last June which was specifically for when I go on walks in UP which I just used for the first time today.

When I was about to ride the tricycle, I was a little bit shocked, that I asked the driver to drop me off at the church in Bay. I found myself inside the church talking to God casually (as always). I told him my main concern and told Him do not to test me anymore regarding that thing. Maybe in about 6 months or a year but not now. Haha! I told Him I am so bothered that I even went to "His house". Dinayo ko pa Siya, kaya mahabag Siya sa akin. Hahaha

(btw, there was no one selling candles so I wasn't able to light one for you)

After that, I thought about what should I do. I still don't want to go back to my room. UPLB is too far away (3 rides, about 45 mins). So I was thinking of going to Sta. Cruz to try this restaurant that I've been wanting to go to back in college but there weren't any jeeps. And then I remembered, there was a new restaurant on the highway that is about 1.6km away from where I was during that time.

Of course, me being me, I decided to walk that 1.6 km. I convinced myself that it is my practice when I finally do a spiritual pilgrimage, that I need it because I haven't had any physical activity for a while now and hadn't seen the sun for a week.

As I was walking, I was smiling, thinking how random I am, and didn't think it would be more random in the next scene.

As I was walking, I saw this:

I didn't know there was an event happening in the road that's why there were no jeeps to Sta. Cruz. I was amused by this random thing that I got to experience on my own just because I decided to go out. It was so funny for me.

It made me feel comforted and a little bit nostalgic. It made me feel okay that doing things on my own is going to be great. It doesn't mean that things like this will always happen but rather knowing myself enough that I can make myself happy by doing random choices or finding random things to amuse me. I really like that about me.

Still, it would be nice to share those random moments with someone. But in the meantime, I am going to enjoy my alone time. I can't wait for other priceless, random moments to happen to me.

Learning to love myself wholeheartedly is really a fluctuating thing, there are days that I hate myself so much, and there are days I love myself. There are days I count the things I don't have and get frustrated about it. But during those trying days, I always remind myself, that hey no matter what happens, I can pull myself through it because that's just who I am. I just wish I don't have to do it a lot of times.

I don't know how to end this. Hahaha, so I'm ending it here.

To showing up for ourselves even if it can be tiring and difficult,

Ana

[genx3791]

What Is The Main Ingredient of WD-40?

Before you read to the end, does anybody know what the main ingredient of WD-40?

No Cheating.....

WD-40 ~ Who knew!

I had a neighbour who bought a new pickup.

I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray

painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown

reason).

I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news.

He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do ....

probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open.

Another neighbour came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off.

It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint

job that was on the truck. I was impressed!

WD-40 who knew?

"Water Displacement #40".

The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and

degreaser to protect missile parts.

WD-40 was created in 1953, by three technicians at the San Diego

Rocket Chemical Company.

Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'Water

Displacement' Compound.

They were finally successful for a formulation, with their fortieth

attempt, thus WD-40. The 'Convair Company' bought it in bulk to

protect their atlas missile parts.

Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40

that would hurt you.

When you read the 'shower door' part, try it. It's the first thing

that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic,

it works just as well as on glass. It's a miracle!

Then try it on your stove-top.

It's now shinier than it's ever been.

You'll be amazed.

WD-40 Uses:

1. Protects silver from tarnishing.

2. Removes road tar and grime from cars.

3. Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.

4. Gives floor that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.

5. Keeps the flies off of Cows, Horses, and other Farm Critters.

6. Restores and cleans chalkboards.

7. Removes lipstick stains.

8. Loosens stubborn zippers.

9. Untangles jewellery chains.

10. Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.

11. Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.

12. Keeps ceramic/terracotta garden pots from oxidising.

13. Removes tomato stains from clothing.

14. Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.

15. Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.

16. Keeps scissors working smoothly.

17. Lubricates noisy door hinges on both home and vehicles doors.

18. It removes that nasty tar and scuff marks from the kitchen

flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to

scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some

windows if you have a lot of marks.

19. Remove those nasty bug guts that will eat away the finish

on your car if not removed quickly!

20. Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.

21. Lubricates gearshift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on

riding mowers.

22. Rids kids rocking chair and swings of squeaky noises.

23. Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.

24. Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.

25. Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well

as vinyl bumpers.

26. Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.

27. Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.

28. Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons and bicycles for

easy handling.

29. Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.

30. Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.

31. Removes grease splatters from stove-tops.

32. Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.

33. Lubricates prosthetic limbs.

34. Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).

35. Removes all traces of duct tape.

36. Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve

arthritis pain.

37. Florida 's favourite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from

grills and bumpers.'

38. The favourite use in the state of New York , it protects the Statue

of Liberty from the elements.

39. WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you

will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than

the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep

in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing

are not allowed in some states.

40. Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and

stops the itch.

41. It is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray it on the marks

and wipe with a clean rag.

42. Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed

and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the

lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!

43. If you spray it inside a wet distributor cap, it will displace the

moisture, allowing the engine to start.

My discovery, Ants don't like it..................

P.S.

As for that Basic, Main Ingredient.......

Well.... it's FISH OIL....

Now This Is Definitely Worth SHARING!!

[thatsjaicafoodblog]

My Common Table: Saturday’s Feast!

What It Looks Like To Be Hungry In College Life..... Clinician’s Life.

I am Jaica, but my friends call me Jeks. I’m an Optometry Clinician, meaning I’m in my 5th year in Optometry. 6 day class in a week is a usual life among all of us. My life’s cycle goes: online classes - activities - due dates - working on our thesis - looking for patients - case revalida. Repeat! Quite draining right? I need to have my energy every single day, and by saying ENERGY, I mean FOOD. 

Let me share my food diary today. 

On the 20th day of May, Saturday. I woke up 6 am in the morning with a heavy feeling. No energy dong clinician’s duties. I just want to lay on my bed with my blanket on. Who wants to go to school on Saturdays? I guess, I’m not the only one. 

This is an instant coffee, most of the time, I prefer to make my own coffee. I would like my coffee to be strong and not too sweet. Just like me! ;) 

With a heavy heart, I decided to proceed and starts my day. I’m not really a coffee lover, I didn’t drink coffee at all, not until I met my boyfriend. Our usual bonding when we’re both free is driving to Tanay, Rizal to have coffee adventure. 

The Not-So-Healthy College Students Breakfast Meal Starter Pack  

Together with my coffee, I prepared my own breakfast. It’s a long day today, so I need to have my rice breakfast. I had my Tender Juicy hotdog boiled first. I learned this from my mom, to remove the excess red coloring from the hotdog. Honestly, this brand used to me by favorite but lately the taste is starting to change and I don’t like it. I also had my small piece of chicken from yesterday. To add flavor to my overall breakfast, I had my UFC banana catsup. I prefer tomato catsup more than banana because I don’t like my catsup to be sweet but I had no choice :P 

AFTER 3-HOURS DUTY WITH MY 3 PATIENTS. I finally got back to my condo. 

At the corner of this street is my go-to eatery. A budget meal indeed! 

Before I went up to my unit, I decided to have my lunch here. I really don’t know what is the store’s name neither the owner. I just call him “Kuya” whenever I eat here. 

“Pa order po isang menudo po with siomai rice, add po ako ng mountain dew”

For my lunch, I had siomai rice with chili garlic, menudo with 4 pcs of potatos and a mountain dew. I don’t recall the break down of prices but I paid 90 pesos. Not bad. But I must say the taste was also “not bad”. The food was cheap and intended to cater students in a tight budget, construction workers, tricycle drivers etc. I know this because most of the time, these are the people that I’m eating with. 

I went up to my unit and decided to sleep before doing my school works and pending case revalidas. I set up my alarm to 3:30 pm, to get started with my agenda. 

Surprise! not a tub of fish or meat. An Ice cream combination of Double Dutch and Rocky Road

I don’t know with you guys, but personally, I have my comfort food. Whenever I feel stress and feel happy. Ice cream saves the day! and to lighten up the day. I ate an ice cream that I bought a week ago. Since I am the only one living here, as of today, you can’t expect me to finish this 1.3 L. Or can I? 

What’s your favorite flavor of Ice cream? - Me, I must say that anything with nuts. I obsessed with nuts. I prefer my chocolates and ice cream to have nuts because I personally believed that, If I eat these without nuts, IT’S BORING AND NOT FULFILLING AT ALL. 

Ice cream is cheaper than therapy. 

After an hour of doing my works. Refrigerator was my friend again. I don’t know who owned this but I think one of my cousin left here this yesterday and I’m glad she did! 

Another Target Unlocked. From The Baked Sushi Factory - Salmon x Scallops

This is the first time I have tasted baked sushi with scallops and it was delicious. Also the dried seaweeds (violet packaging) I often eat the other brand with green packaging, I forgot the name of it. Everything were perfectly balanced. I don’t always eat baked sushi because this is so expensive, especially for me that I have budget allowance. So I only get that chance to eat this when my cousin ordered one or we have special occasion. 

With the help of my tripod and phone camera timer. I got these shots. Thanks Self. <3

Today seems a feast for me. It’s Saturday. I think I deserve this. 

Speaking of Saturday, in our family every now and then we practice unplanned family dinner or lunch. Since I am the only niece here in Manila, I was not able to join them with our family dinner. And aside from having dinner, they also celebrated the send off party of my eldest cousin before going to London. She already got her visa approved! 

Since I was not present in their celebration, my auntie decided to just send me foods from the restaurant through lalamove so that i can also experienced their dinner. 

DEAN & DELUCA  - King Crab Pasta and New York Burger and Fries

I was so happy with my last meal for today. The moment I tasted the pasta, it felt really good because it was tomato based and family knows me as someone who likes the pasta to be sour and not sweet. The bread also compliments to the taste of the pasta. This is the first time to eat Dean & Deluca and I must say this pasta was real good. The burger and fries seem normal to me, nothing special or am i being biased because burger is really not appetizing for me. But still, I finished them all because the prices were also real good. This 2 meals cost them 1,460.00 and that is closer to my 1 week allowance. But the pasta was good so I think it’s worth it. 

It was a day full of blessings. Others may say that I eat too much, but who cares. I can afford it and not wasting any food. Eating healthy meals such as carbs, proteins, veggies and fruits make my day. It helps me function properly and think wisely throughout the day, especially during tight schedules. 

Today was really a great day for me. I am so thankful that I am able to afford and eat these foods. I am also grateful to my family for letting me taste these foods by giving me allowance every week. 

If you have a chance, always share your blessings. 

[johncarlogutierrez]

Home - A Short Story

Marya, Angela and Ana are The three children of Berting and Linda who live in the village of Encantadia, One day the couple came home with a gift or to greet their children, they are very happy because Ana has new clothes, Angela, on the other hand, has new shoes and Marya has a new toy. The couple always comes home to meet their children.

One day Linda found out that she was pregnant, she was very happy because there was another man in their family, a few months later they found out that it was a boy, Berting’s joy doubled even more because he finally had a man in the family.It has been a year since Juan decided that Linda would go to work and leave their youngest with the siblings first so that they can take care of him while he is not at home.

The couple went home with a greeting card “Mom, do I have new clothes?” Ana happily greeted them “do I have a new toy?” Mary said, “I have children for this. For the youngest, mother’s first salary in her new job, so I bought her a toy.” Their mother said happily, the three sisters were sad because they didn’t have new clothes, shoes and toys. The months passed and their anger at their youngest brother intensified because they always said that he was the one who took care of them and bought new clothes, shoes and toys.“Mom, Dad, Juan always doesn’t work but he has someone to meet you when you come home, we who have difficulty cooking, washing Nothing” Angela said angrily"Yes, instead we are always the ones you order" Marya also said.

One day their mother and father are gone “Hey Juan, get some water from the well” Ana ordered to Juan and he immediately obeyed “or Here you go sweep in front of the house” said Marya who was followed by Juan again “Juan you wash the clothes” Angela said angrily and John also obeyed. Its silly, everything that Her Brothers commanded She obeyed.

In the evening their parents went home, their mother immediately looked for Juan, “Juan son come with noodles mom come eat” He called here but no one answered “Juan son is out of the room to eat” He called again but There was still no answer so the mother went to her room and there She saw that her son Juan was shaking, He immediately approached him and shouted “Juan what is happening to you bat The height of your fever son, Berting let’s go to the hospital Juan "He said and Berting immediately went to the bedroom and picked up and rode Juan on a tricycle to be taken to a nearby hospital. "Mother, I’m sorry, we didn’t mean what happened” Ana cried to her mother “Mother I don’t know that I have a heart disease. The youngest is patient,” Angela cried to her mother.

“Home children, there is no guilt, we are The Wrong because we did not let you know that your brother is sick, let him be well” when the father stays with his daughters. A few minutes later, the doctor came out. “She’s fine, miss. She just needs to rest. She’s tired. The child is so high. Her fever is so high. I’ll leave you.

First, you can go inside,” said the doctor who looked. To Juan “thank you sir” said their father. The next morning, their youngest brother Juan woke up. “Juan, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were sick. Forgive my sister. I promise. I’ll always fetch water.” Ana cried. I washed all your clothes, I’m sorry, sister, forgive me Juan “Angela also cried.” Forgive my sister Marya if I swept you. sin sisters made me Your orders Because I’m ashamed I’m always just you The one who works at home I’m sorry “said Juan. They hugged each other. Home Their mom and dad carrying a plastic bag this is for their four, new clothes for Kay Ana, new shoes for Angela and toys for Mary and John.

[gtunesmiff]

WD-40

I had a neighbor who bought a new pickup.

I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown reason). 

I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news.

He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do... probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open.

Another neighbor came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off.

It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint job that was on the truck.

I was impressed!WD-40 who knew?

"Water Displacement #40".

The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and degreaser to protect missile parts. WD-40 was created in 1953, by three technicians at the San Diego Rocket Chemical Company. 

Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'Water Displacement' Compound.

They were finally successful for a formulation, with their fortieth attempt, thus WD-40.

The 'Convair Company' bought it in bulk to protect their atlas missile parts. Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40 that would hurt you.

When you read the 'shower door' part, try it. It's the first thing that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic, it works just as well as on glass.

Then try it on your stove-top. It's now shinier than it's ever been. You'll be amazed.

WD-40 Uses:

Protects silver from tarnishing.

Removes road tar and grime from cars.

Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.

Gives floor that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.

Keeps the flies off of Cows, Horses, and other Farm Critters, as well.

Restores and cleans chalkboards.

Removes lipstick stains.

Loosens stubborn zippers.

Untangles jewelry chains.

Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.

Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.

Keeps ceramic/terracotta garden pots from oxidizing.

Removes tomato stains from clothing.

Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.

Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.

Keeps scissors working smoothly.

Lubricates noisy door hinges on both home and vehicles doors.

Removes that nasty tar and scuff marks from the kitchen flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some windows if you have a lot of marks.

Removes those nasty bug guts that will eat away the finish on your car if not removed quickly!

Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.

Lubricates gearshift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on riding mowers.

Rids kids rocking chair and swings of squeaky noises.

Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.

Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.

Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well as vinyl bumpers.

Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.

Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.

Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons, and bicycles for easy handling.

Lubricates drive belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.

Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.

Removes grease splatters from stove-tops.

Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.

Lubricates prosthetic limbs.

Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).

Removes all traces of duct tape.

Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve arthritis pain.

Florida's favorite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from grills and bumpers.'

The favorite use in the state of New York, it protects the Statue of Liberty from the elements.

Attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you will be catching the big one in no time.

Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and stops the itch.

It is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray it on the marks and wipe with a clean rag.

Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!

If you spray it inside a wet distributor cap, it will displace the moisture, allowing the engine to start.

And FYI - the main Ingredient is - FISH OIL.