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gojoidyll · 1 month ago

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blindsided pt 1

simon ghost riley x fem!reader

summary | you're blind and haven't realized that you were in the apocalypse. thankfully, some military men point that fact out to you.

based off of this

Your alarm blared loudly causing you to groan and reach for it. You fumbled for a hot minute, but managed to hit the off button before sitting up. You were forever grateful that your mother set up your alarm for you since you didn’t have the eyes to do it yourself. Well, you had eyes, of course, you were just blind.

Yawning slightly, you moved so that you were sitting on the edge of your bed, your feet planted on the ground. And the moment you did that your could hear the faint pitter-patter of your beloved service dog, Bob.

Bob was a chill and quiet dog, only ever barked and pulled roughly at you when a car was speeding towards you. And Bob was smart. Too smart, in fact, cause he always growled and showed his teeth when someone would flip him the middle finger for shits and giggles. He didn’t like the disrespect.

“Do you know what today is?!”

You felt your dog jump, his front paws landing in your lap as he leaned in and licked your cheek.

“That’s right, buddy! Grocery store today!”

Bob jumped off of you as you stood up, your feet shuffling a bit as you reached for your trusty walking stick.

“Let’s get ready and beat the morning rush, yeah?”

You could feel Bob’s tail happily hit against you before he trotted off to the kitchen, you smiling as you followed after.

Your morning routine was simple. Hit your pinky toe a few times, hope to god the clothes you put on aren’t inside out or backwards, pop in some toast and maybe even indulge in some pancakes, while also being sure to feed Bob. Then, if you have to go somewhere, strap Bob into his harness, get your shoes and socks on and head on right out the door (while being sure to not forget your wallet in the process).

“I hope the store isn't ’t so bad,” you said as you locked your front door before turning to walk down your sidewalk, “and that the busses aren’t crowded…,” you shivered at the memory of having a bunch of snot nosed brats petting your service dog while also being forced to stand in the overcrowded vehicle.

And as soon as you reached the end of your driveway, you heard a large crash from the house in front of you, most likely Jerry knocking over his trashcan again. Ugh… Jerry. The man was annoying as hell, and a pervert.

Just because you were blind doesn’t mean you couldn’t feel his stare on you. It gave you the creeps!

“The hell?”

Stopping you heard hurried footsteps coming towards you from Jerry’s house, your lips immediately setting into a tight line. I swear, if he is going to try and touch me again-

The moment you felt his hands grab you, you tightened your grip on your walking stick/cane and swung it down hard on his ankle. You were surprised he didn’t let our a pained scream instead of a loud groan, but was satisfied when you heard him fall to the ground and let you go.

“Sorry about your ankle Jerry, but I did warn you about touching me and grabbing me like that. Put some ice on it, and, God, take a shower. You smell like a rotting corpse!”

Crinkling your nose, Bob got the message and started walking in the direction of the main street towards the doctor’s office. Unbeknownst to you though… Jerry had gotten up and started to hobble after you, albeit slowly. But you were already far away from him to notice or care. If he had something to say to you then it better be an apology. Other than that, you weren’t interested.

After a few more minutes of walking, your dog stopped causing you to smile.

“Finally made it to the bus stop.”

You released a sigh of relief as you stood there for a few minutes. Bob sat down next to your feet. And as you waited at the bus stop, you started to get antsy. Usually other people would start to wait with you, but it must be a slow day, or… you missed the bus. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.

Then your phone dinged, signaling you that you were going to be late for the bus if you didn’t get a move on. (Your mother helped you set up alarms for when the bus stops.)

“Darn it,” you muttered, “guess I missed the bus. Come on, Bob, let’s get going.”

Pulling the leash a bit, your dog got up and started walking again. And as you walked and got out the neighborhood and more into the city, you found that everywhere was more… trashy. It was weird. It was like you were walking over more things than you typically would.

You tried to ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach, something that Bob easily took notice of as he stopped so you could catch your breath. You don’t know what’s going on with you today. Was it just nerves?

Shaking your head, you fumbled a moment before finding Bob’s head and giving him a gentle pat between the ears, “let’s… let’s just go to the small gas station shop instead, yeah?”

Bob let out a quiet woof as he started walking again, presumably to the small little gas station instead of the grocery store. Your doctor always told you to take things easy if you felt something was off after all.

And after one more block, Bob stopped in front of the door to the gas station. It was odd that there weren’t any cars trying to fill up during the morning rush, but you decided not to think about it.

“Morning, tommy!”

Your voice rang out when you opened the door (after embarrassingly missing the handle a couple of times), but surprisingly Tommy didn’t answer. Instead, you heard a loud thump in the back.

He must be in the storage closet; you thought with a grin.

“Come on, Bob.”

You tugged gently on his harness as you went through the various shelves. Frowning every now and then when you felt how little the supply was with your cane, “what the-?”

You stopped for a moment, “Hey, Tommy! Where is everything? Did you forget to restock?”

You had called out to him again, but instead of an answer, you hear another loud thump and rolled your eyes.

“Let’s just find what we can, Bob.”

You managed to snag a bag of chips, some tampons, and even a few more extra snacks and two small bags of dog food. Bob would always woof once for good products or two times for no, put that back. You always wondered how Bob got so smart, but you were thankful, nonetheless.

Then, going to the counter, you didn’t bother to wait for Tommy as you went behind it and bagged your items yourself after ringing them up and getting exact change out of your wallet. Your bills and such were stamped with brail, so that way you could tell if you were handing someone a dollar or a twenty, deciding not to fiddle with the cash register, you placed twenty-five on the counter.

“Money’s by the cash register,” you called out but was only greeted with an even louder thump from the storage closet. Shrugging, you folded your cane and slipped it into one of the plastic bags and slung them over your shoulder while opening one of the chip bags you got.

Popping a chip in your mouth you tugged the harness with your free hand, “let’s go home, Bob.”

Bob let out a small woof and tugged you to the door.

“Man, these are some pretty good chips. Here, try some!”

You flicked a piece up in the air, and not a moment later did you hear Bob snap at it and crunch it between his teeth. You could feel how his tail wagged when being granted the chip. It made you grin.

Meanwhile, four men were on the other side of the street. All of them decked out in military gear.

“Not a single living person in this whole damn city!”

“Quiet, Soap.”

“But-“

As Soap was bickering with their Captain for the tenth time that day, Ghost found his mind wandering. A part of himself still unbelieving that this situation exists. Just a month ago he was on deployment. He didn’t expect to come back to this.

Though, his thoughts were soon interrupted when he glanced across the street towards the little mart, the door opening wide as a dog walked out first followed by some.. girl? Fucking hell.

He glanced towards Price who got the message, and looked to where Ghost had his sights on.

“Soap, you’re about to eat those words.”

Soap finally looking to where everyone else was including Gaz, brightened almost immediately at the sight of you.

“I’ll be damned,” he said as he raised his arm up to wave, “hey, you! Lass with the dog!”

Minding your own business, you didn’t expect to be called out to. Especially by someone with such a weird accent-

You turned, “uhhh- yeah?”

You tried to muster up a voice loud enough in hopes that they heard you.

“Ye blind lass? We’re over here!”

You couldn’t stop the heat of embarrassment cross over your features as you still couldn’t tell which way his voice was shouting at you from except from the fact that he was somewhere behind you.

“Actually,” you called back out, “I am!”

“You’re what?”

“I’m blind!”

There was a heavy silence that followed and thinking that you have successfully turned down someone catcalling you, you turned back in the direction of your home and motioned for Bob to move again.

“Hold up!”

You frowned when you felt this person grab your shoulder, the way his grip felt sending a jolt through your body momentarily. This guy was stronger than Jerry, your walking stick probably won’t even leave a bruise if you try to hit him. Not that you could, though, since you put your cane in one of your plastic bags.

Bob let out a small growl, you didn’t need eyes to see that his was raised into a mohawk.

“Listen, I’m just trying to get home. I’m not in the mood to get mugged or anything like that, and- and if you do try something my dog will bite.”

Wrong, Bob was sweet. Sure he growled at aggressive people but he wouldn’t hurt anyone. He was a service dog, and a violent service dog wasn’t a good one. (You begged to differ, especially in situations like these-)

“Soap, let her go.”

The grip on your shoulder quickly disappeared as soon a the new voice popped in. Ok, so there are two guys.

“Sorry to frighten you love, but seeing you out here just through us off guard was all.”

You scrunched your face up, “why? It’s natural to go outside, isn’t?”

You didn’t realize that they looked amongst each other until a new voice popped up, this one a bit rougher than the others, “do you know what is even going on around you?”

You furrowed your brow, “no?”

Three guys. Ok so there are three men-

“Love, it’s an apocalypse.”

Four men-

You shook your head at that, “the what now?! That’s- that’s impossible! I mean, just earlier I hit Jerry in the ankle-“

“You mean the zombie that’s slowly hobbling towards us?”

“Pervert Jerry is a zombie?!”

You wished that you stayed in bed this morning. Cause like, what the hell?!

#cod #call of duty #simon x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #cod zombies #call of duty zombies

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ros3ybabe · 1 year ago

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Daily Check-in - August 7th, 2023 🎀

So, it's been an emotional last two weeks. Mental illness is never a fun thing. I slipped off from taking my meds and as a result became inconsistent with my goals and daily routines. I felt powerless to myself. I stayed in bed as much as possible, cried constantly, and had no energy for even the simplest of tasks.

But, I'm feeling better, and I even accomplished some of my goals/daily habits today! I managed to begin taking my meds again, and am still in contact with my therapist. I'm bound to have rough days, rough weeks, and even rough months. I just remind myself that it's okay to feel these rough moments for what they are, but to not let it make me spiral or keep me held down. I believe in my ability to care for myself, and listen to my current needs when I am in a depressive state as I have been. There's nothing wrong with low energy days. There's nothing wrong with needing a break. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself. 🩷

🩷 What I Ate Today:

Breakfast - Was not feeling it today but needed to eat for my medication, so I had three hashbrown patties with some ketchup. And, of course, a cup of coffee.

Lunch - A delicious turkey and cheddar lunchable with one serving of lightly salted cashews. The lighter the lunch, the less tired I am when I get off my lunch break.

Dinner - I ordered some domino's pizza and cheesy bread because I was craving it, only ate 2 slices of both but it was sooo good and now I have leftovers!

Snacks - One cup of coffee after I got off work and a few bites of Ben and Jerry's Half Baked ice cream, which is currently my favorite ice cream.

Water ~ not enough, I made the mistake of forgetting a reusable water bottle when I went to work, so I didn't really start drinking water until like, 10am.

It's not my cleanest, healthiest, or best eating day, but I'm happy that I listened to what I wanted. Not every day will be like this, and that's okay. Moderation and balance are key <3

🩷 Workouts - Pilate Abs

Again, I love this one to start of my ab day! arts easy enough for my little plus sized self to accomplish and makes me feel proud for even attempting thus video and completing a workout!

I also love this one by Madeleine as well, her workout videos honestly just click with me and I am here for it! This one wasn't completed fully as I have a bit of trouble completing plank exercises, but as I continue to build strength and better my form, I know I'll get to a point where they will become easier

🩷 Habits I Accomplished Today -

Made my bed

Morning workout

Morning and Night Skincare

Morning guided journal

For my first day back on routine I'd say this is a win! Being able to complete any of my goals and habits for the day is definitely a good thing, and I'm proud of myself for accomplishing what I have today.

🩷 Song of the Day: Cake - ITZY

SHAKE IT SHAKE SHAKE IT SHAKE BUSS IT UP BUSS IT UP

My girl Yuna did so good in this song, and all of their outfits are cute and the energy is there and they all look so happy and this song makes me want to get up and dance. I may or may not be trying to learn Yuna's lil dance part....it's so satisfying to watch!!

That's all for today! Pretty proud of the way things have gone, and hopeful that tomorrow will also be a nice day for me. It feels good to be posting again!! I missed this <3

Til tomorrow, lovelies!!

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mydaddywiki · 6 months ago

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Jerry West

Physique: Average Build Height: 6’ 3" (1.91 m)

Jerome Alan West (May 28, 1938 – June 12, 2024aged 86;) was an American basketball player and executive. He played professionally for the Los Angeles Lakers of the National Basketball Association (NBA). He excited fans during his playing career with the Los Angeles Lakers, and later enjoyed great success as an executive for the team. West, who was selected to the Basketball Hall of Fame three times in a storied career as a player and executive and whose silhouette is considered to be the basis of the NBA logo, died on June 12, 2024, at the age of 86.

A native of Chelyan, West Virginia, West was known as a tenacious player who was rarely satisfied with his performance. West played the small forward position early in his career: he was a standout at East Bank High School and at West Virginia University, where he led the Mountaineers to the 1959 NCAA championship game. He then embarked on a 14-year career with the Los Angeles Lakers and was the co-captain of the 1960 U.S. Olympic gold medal team, a squad that was inducted as a unit into the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame in 2010.

His nicknames included "the Logo", in reference to his silhouette being the basis for the NBA logo; "Mr. Clutch", for his ability to make a big play in a key situation such as his famous buzzer-beating 60-foot shot that tied Game 3 of the 1970 NBA Finals against the New York Knicks; "Mr. Outside", in reference to his perimeter play with the Lakers and "Zeke from Cabin Creek" for the creek near his birthplace of Chelyan, West Virginia.

West married his college sweetheart Martha Jane Kane in April 1960 in Morgantown; they divorced in 1976. They had three sons. Jerry married his second wife, Kristine "Karen" Bua, in 1978. They had two sons. What brought West to my attention was that he felt snubbed by Lakers owner, Jeanie Buss after she didn’t include him in her top-five most important Lakers of all-time. If it makes any difference Jerry, I think your the most important Lakers of all-time… that I want to fuck.

#mydaddywiki sports figures #Jerry West

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usafphantom2 · 9 months ago

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A Pilot that I will not name , carelessly cut off 36 inches of the right-wing of the T-38 he was flying UPSIDE DOWN through a tall conifer tree; it was good fortune that he could control the aircraft and return to base for a safe landing.

Since this incident was not a major accident, wing commander, Jerry O’Malley had to answer to the Air Force director of flight safety, the “ famous”Brig Gen Robin Olds, instead of the CINCSAC.

This is the same General Olds stormed out of O’Malley’s office in Vietnam when Jerry remarked that he had to get used to “slowing down” to fly the Mach 2 RF-4. Jerry O’Malley, before he went to Vietnam, was a pilot in the SR 71. He had the privilege of flying the first operational flight on March 21, 1968

Robin Olds gave Jerry O’Malley a hard time about the incident report using such terms as perceptual illusion to describe how the pilot got the aircraft into the unusual fix instead of calling it unauthorized bussing.

Jerry quietly accepted the admonishment and said he would fix the report. This investigation decided that the pilot could never fly the T-38 or the SR 71 again. But he stayed in the program and received a desk job.

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

#t 38 talon #general #Robin Olds

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beardedmrbean · 3 months ago

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DEER PARK, Texas (AP) — A towering flame gradually subsided Tuesday morning in the aftermath of a massive pipeline explosion after a vehicle drove through a fence and struck an above-ground valve, officials said.

Deer Park officials said police and local FBI agents initiated investigations and found no preliminary reports that would suggest a coordinated or “terrorist” attack and that “this appears to be an isolated incident.”

The investigation included efforts to learn more about the driver of a vehicle that was incinerated by the pipeline explosion as flames scorched the ground across a wide radius, severed adjacent power transmission lines and ignited homes at a distance. Police did not provide any information about the person's condition.

An evacuation area included nearly 1,000 homes and initial shelter orders included schools.

Operators shut off the flow of natural gas liquids in the pipeline, but so much remained in the miles of tubing that firefighters could do nothing but watch and hose down adjacent homes.

Deer Park Mayor Jerry Mouton Jr. described intense heat from a fire that endured for more than 12 hours as ladder trucks showered houses from above.

"A lot of the house structures that are adjacent to that are still catching on fire even though we’re putting a lot of water on them,” Mouton said at an afternoon news conference. A spewing flame still lit up the sky at sunset Monday.

Firefighters initially were dispatched at 9:55 a.m., after an explosion at a valve station in Deer Park, adjacent to La Porte, rattled homes and businesses, including a Walmart. Deer Park officials said an SUV drove into the valve after going through a fence on the side of the Walmart parking lot.

At the news conference, officials said only one person, a firefighter, sustained a minor injury. Later, Deer Park spokesperson Kaitlyn Bluejacket said four people were injured. She didn’t provide details about the severity of the injuries.

Harris County Judge Lina Hidalgo said in a statement that 20 miles (32 kilometers) of pipeline between the two closed valves had to burn off before the fire would stop.

Anna Lewis, who was walking into the nearby Walmart when the explosion happened, said it sounded “like a bomb went off.” She said everyone inside was rushed to the back of the store and then taken across the street to a grocery store before being bussed to a community center.

“It scared me,” she said. “You really don’t know what to do when it’s happening.”

Geselle Melina Guerra said she and her boyfriend heard the explosion as they were having breakfast in their mobile home.

“All of a sudden we hear this loud bang and then I see something bright, like orange, coming from our back door that’s outside,” said Guerra, who lives within the evacuation area.

Guerra’s boyfriend, Jairo Sanchez, said they’re used to evacuations because they live close to other plants near the highway, but he hadn’t seen an explosion before in his 10 years living there.

“We just drove as far as we could because we didn’t know what was happening,” Sanchez said.

Houston, Texas’ largest city, is the nation’s petrochemical heartland and is home to a cluster of refineries and plants and thousands of miles of pipelines. Explosions and fires are a familiar sight in the area, including some that have been deadly, raising recurring questions about the adequacy of industry efforts to protect the public and the environment.

Letting the fire burn out is better, from an environmental perspective, than trying to attack the flames with some kind of suppressing foam or liquid, said Ramanan Krishnamoorti, a petroleum engineering professor at the University of Houston.

“Otherwise it’s going to release a lot of volatile organics into the environment,” he said.

Still, there will undoubtedly be negative environmental consequences, including a release of soot, carbons and organic material, he said.

The pipeline’s owner, Dallas-based Energy Transfer, said air monitoring equipment was being set up near the plume of fire and smoke, which could be seen from at least 10 miles (16 kilometers) away at one point.

A statement from Harris County Pollution Control on Monday afternoon said no volatile organic compounds had been detected. The statement said particulate matter from the smoke was moderate and not an immediate risk to healthy people, although “sensitive populations may want to take precautions.” The Texas Commission on Environmental Quality said it was also monitoring the air.

Natural gas liquids are used primarily in the manufacturing of plastics and basic and intermediate chemicals, Krishnamoorti said.

The fire burned through nearby power lines, and the website PowerOutage.us said several thousand customers were without power at one point in Harris County.

Krishnamoorti said the area’s extensive pipeline infrastructure will have to be closely inspected for damage beyond the explosion site, though the fire “won’t be a major disrupter of supply chains.”

The Railroad Commission of Texas, which regulates oil and gas in the state, said its safety inspectors were investigating.

Margaret Newman, who lives on the edge of the evacuation zone, said that when she heard the explosion she went out into her yard and could see the flame shooting above the trees. She lost electricity but has a generator to keep her home cool and planned to stay put.

#nunyas news

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bambinotattoo · 1 year ago

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New story time!!!

Also, I’ve had a few wonderful messages from other incontinent people, ABDL’s, and supporters alike…Thankyou so so so much. And yes, I promise, that if I keep getting the positive feedback I will re arrange (and properly edit, lol) this, and my previous stuff into a long more complete version of my diaper misadventures for you all to enjoy and in most cases are jealous of me because of. Lol. (And I still proclaim, I didn’t want ANY of it…I was setting myself and it was horrifying.

But I digress, this is about when I had to get sent to the ER when I was about 13, Almost 14 and I wasn’t around my parents. I was visiting my Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jerry in Florida…when this REALLY happened. Enjoy

By now, it was October in the year I was 13. Still very much in diapers, and more and more babied. I had been in diapers full time for maybe 1.5 years at this point, dealing with the situation better but still embarrassed every time new people or strangers find out or saw because of the way I was made to dress. Everyone in the same grade as me were interested in style and picking out their own clothes…while my (now MOMMY, was required at this stage to refer to her as mommy or risk some humiliating punishment to further my regression at the time. Things like, made to play outside, in the front yard, middle of the day in nothing but a diaper and VERY small tshirt (it started with onsie and diaper, but that covered far too much lol), or while eating dinner at a restaurant only aloud to drink from a sippee cup and keep my paci in unless eating or drinking. Of course dressed in my usual overalls or brightly colored striped clothes, one of my moms favorites was with like train conductor like pair of pant overalls that was barely big enough for me…let’s Just say in a diaper with a booster, I was obviously diapered. And without fail, the server, hostess, etc would try and be nice thinking I must be challenged…would ask her what I would want and would love to brag (to anyone who would listen really) that there’s nothing seriously wrong, he just loves being the baby…or he must because he can’t stop wetting his pants.

And there I would sit, beat red, and filling my diaper more and more because of the trauma that embarrassment caused. Occasionally at this point I would try and play along, better to laugh at the joke and join in…then be the paddy pants with a pacifier being sucked to death out of horror. It was around this time I was starting to accept my fate. Figured it was what it was, and damnit I might as well try and learn to enjoy it.

My relatives lived about 6-7hours away and instead of driving me down myself, my parents decided to put me on a buss. They figured thick diaper (and I was wearing Bambino’s exclusively now and the even thicker versions were out. That with a booster, I would be good to go. The fun starts there.

The morning I was leaving was normal, woke up soaked to my mom sliding a bottle of milk to my face. And being guided to the changing table from the new race car bed I was now sleeping in. One of my Babysiters was joking with my mom one afternoon that a baby like me shouldn’t be sleeping in a bed. While I feared a crib was in my future, they didn’t make adult ones quite yet ( or atleast not readily available). But Ashley, suggested asking her mom for her youngest brothers race car bed he was about to have upgraded. Yay me.

Diaper changed, two boosters, and enough baby powder that every time I moved it looked like I as a coke mule. The idea was, since I would be traveling alone, and they didn’t feel comfortable trying trying to talk someone from the charter to change the diaper of a 13 yo. It had been agreed that I would be put in my school overalls that were at least my size and made me look less like a toddler. For that I was thankful

I get dropped off at the station, checked in, and was on my way. My carry on stuffed with a few diapers in case, and things to occupy me. I had never really traveled alone, especially since all the diaper and baby stuff happened..so I was rather nervous. I also didn’t do that well in cars sometimes anyway. Maybe 45 mins into the trip we hit some weather and things got pretty scary. Midwest storm, tornado season, etc. I was already frightened of weather and extra scared of the bus. Generally I would pop my paci in and be able to calm myself down…but without my mommy telling or making me I was trying to be a big boy. I started having a panic attack, and hyperventilating. This started scaring the other passengers, so much so that it was decided that the bus would stop at a hospital as a precaution.

I knew, as things were happening that trying to explain to the nurses and staff that I was put back into diapers by my mother because I couldn’t stay dry would be awkward…esp since every time it was ever explained, I never did the talking.

Upon entering the ER I was still shaky and pale, visibly shaken. And not to mention, at this point was very wet from the milk that morning and sodas on the bus. I get escorted to an exam room, and a nurse began to try and help me get settled and changed into a gown. In my current state, I forgot about the sagging diaper that looked like some fetish thing (and that was MUCH worse then as ABDL diapers were still pretty new). As my overalls came down the smell of musky urine alerted to me that I needed to try and stop her from helping me with my overalls. I failed, and at the exact moment I am standing there in NOTHING but a very wet diaper 2 more nurses and a doctor walked in and we all just stared at each other. I immediately start welling up, and whimpering. To frozen to talk, just turn a new brighter shade of red each passing moment.

The initial nurse, shewed the others away and quickly went back to nurse mode and began trying to console me. After a couple minutes, I was calm enough to at least let her know that I was indeed very wet. To which she said, okay, well, can you change yourself or…to which I began to get upset again. I tried to explain that I wear because of a medical thing, but I’m sure it came out more like “my mommy makes me wear them”. Lmfao. And the nurse puzzled, was like okay, and your “mommy” still changes you? I nod yes and ask for my bag so I could show her my diapers and get my paci. To her credit, without skipping a beat, she laid me back and began to change me. She could tell I was changed often because I would lift and adjust on command to make the process easier. I asked for baby powder, to which I got an even weirder look.

After the change, I calmed down enough to explain to the social services person, that I started wetting my pants, and wet the bed and was put back into diapers a while back. Now, here was the weird part. Everyone there talking to me were trying to bait me into admitting some type of child abuse…but something told me what they were trying to do. And for the first time out loud and maybe in my head I started saying things like:

“My Mommy didn’t know what to do. I was wetting my pants at school, at home, basically there was no choice.” And when the pacifier and baby powder was brought up this is where everything changed that day

“Well when I first started having to be diapered I was mad, and didn’t understand. I would cry and be sad. One morning after waking up wet, and about to change myself I went to Mommy and asked her if she would do it, to which she said of course. Since then I started asking for toddler clothes, pacifiers, and etc”

Now you guys know that’s BS, but I didn’t want my parents in trouble because of me tattling, and besides, I my head I was the big baby who wet his pants. It was about that time exactly when my Mommy did arrive, not sure what she might be walking into. And I had to sit there, pacifier in my mouth and listen to the nurse play back what I said and have her confirm or deny.

I could see my mommies fright and tension turn into something I hadn’t seen through all of this yet, genuinely love. The love you have for a baby or small child. Not the “I have to love this thing I made” most parents of teenagers have.

Crisis was averted and for one sweet cherry on top, my Mom dressed me in a onsie and that’s how I was walked out of the hospital, diaper blaring, paci in, and a warm calm feeling of contentment. For the first time since all of this started i didn’t care who saw me, looked at me, nothing. Just wanted to be babied and make the most of things.

#ab dl lifestyle #24/7 diapers #ab/dl diaper #diaper bulge #diaper dependent #diaper sissy #diapering

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nitratekisses · 10 months ago

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this section of jack kent cooke's (owner of the lakers before jerry buss) wikipedia page is awesome

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sporadiceagleheart · 7 months ago

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cynicalone94 · 1 year ago

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Working To Exhaustion

“Jay!”

He turns back to see Jerry jogging toward him.

“Hey man.” he says. “What’s up?”

“Some of us guys are going to catch a movie. You wanna come?”

“Sorry.” Jay says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I gotta get home to help out with my mom.”

“You can’t just stop living your life, dude.” Jerry says, shaking his head.

“She needs me.” Jay insists. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Later man.”

Jay hurries down the street, heading up Union Avenue to Bell Heir’s BBQ.

He works there after school, bussing tables. The deal he’d struck with his mom when he’d begged her to let him get a job to help with the expenses of her cancer treatment meant that he’s only allowed to work four hour shifts.

Which is why when he finishes up at the restaurant he heads home, checks in with his mom, eats dinner and then heads upstairs to work on his homework.

Then at ten thirty he sneaks out his window to get to Kelly’s Tavern for his eleven o’clock shift.

He’s too young to work behind the bar but they let him clean tables and bus dishes. Last call is at two am and once the patrons have all filtered out, he wipes down the tables one more time and sweeps and mops the floors before heading home.

Some nights he crawls back in the window and falls right into bed. Other nights he has homework to finish before he can go to bed.

Part of the deal with his mom was that if he starts to fall behind on his school work he has to cut back on his hours. And he can’t let that happen.

He’s exhausted but it’s worth it to see less stress on his mom’s face. Worth it for her to feel like she can fill the prescriptions that are intended to help ease the side effects of the chemo.

Worth it to have fewer unpaid medical bills in the stack on the kitchen counter.

Will works a couple days a week at the Pizza Nova Express but he’s a Junior, working on college applications and Jay had insisted that he had things handled, that Will not work every day.

He’s pretty sure that if Will knew how many hours he’s working he would completely freak out and insist on doing more himself.

Which is why Jay will do anything he can to keep his brother from finding out.

Will is smart. He’s going to go to college. He’s going to be a doctor and someday he’ll help people like their mom.

Jay can make sure their mom is taken care of now.

Jay skims the last couple of paragraphs on his English essay.

It’s not his best work but it should be good enough for an A minus, or maybe a B plus. He shoves it into his backpack and then looks at his biology textbook.

He should probably study for his quiz on Friday but it’s already four thirty and he’s already pulled two all-nighters this week.

He’ll study tomorrow.

The alarm seems to go off as soon as his head hits the pillow. He groans, pressing his face deeper into the cloth.

Maybe his mom will let him stay from from school today.

But if she does, she’ll probably expect him to call out of work as well.

He rolls of the bed, stumbling over to the dresser and looking for clean clothing.

He dresses and makes his way downstairs.

“Good morning sweetheart.” his mom says as he passes the stove, grabbing him and kissing his cheek.

“Morning mom.” he says, closing his eyes briefly.

This is why he’s doing this. This is why all of the extra hours, all of the exhaustion, is worth it.

“I made bacon and eggs.” she tells him. “You want toast?”

“I can make it.” he assures her. “Thanks for cooking.”

“Of course darling.” she says, kissing his cheek again. “My baby boy needs to be well-fed for school.”

“You want some toast, mom?” he asks as he slots the bread into the toaster.

“Sure baby.” she says. “You look tired.”

“Just not completely awake yet.” he assures her as he plates her toast, spreading is with jam.

She studies his face for a long moment before starting to divvy out the eggs and bacon.

“If you need to cut back hours so that you can get enough sleep you should.” she says. “Your father and I will figure it out. It’s not your job to take care of us.”

“I want to help.” he assures her, tossing the next batch of toast on a plate for Will, complete with the peanut butter he favors. “I’m getting enough sleep, I promise.”

“Alright.” she says. “Now eat.”

Will stumbles down the stairs a few minutes later. They eat quickly and then the brothers kiss their mom goodbye and head off to school.

He sits in homeroom, trying to stay awake while the teacher drones on and on about upcoming events.

He’s so tired. Maybe Mrs. Wallace won’t notice if he just closes his eyes for a little bit.

“Jay?”

He looks up to see Mrs. Wallace staring at him.

“Homeroom is over Jay.” she says gently. “You need to get to your next class.”

“Oh.” he mutters, scrambling to grab his bag. “Sorry, Mrs. Wallace. I didn’t mean to get distracted.”

“Are you alright?” she asks, walking toward his desk. “I know your mom’s illness has been hard on you.”

“I’m okay.” he assures her. “Just not sleeping the best. I guess I’m a little worried.”

“Understandable.” she says. “Do you want to take the day? I can write you a note.”

“I’m fine.” Jay insists. “I should get to class.”

He stands up, grabbing for the desk when the room spins.

“Jay?”

“I’m… fine.” he stammers. “I…. have to…. go.”

Then everything goes black.

He wakes up slowly.

“Jay!”

He rolls his head to the side, trying to blink the room into focus.

“Mom?”

“Oh sweetheart, thank god.”

“What happened?”

“You passed out at school, hit your head on a desk.” she says, hand resting on his hair.

“How long have I –” he asks, sitting up. “I need to get to work.”

“You aren’t going to Bell Heir’s today.” she says. “Or Kelly’s.”

Jay pales.

“Mom, I -”

“I’m not angry sweetheart.” she says, running her fingers through his hair. “I’m just sorry that you felt like you had to do that. It’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around.”

“I couldn’t watch you not fill your anti-nausea meds because we couldn’t afford them anymore.” Jay says. “I had to do something.”

“You have to take care of yourself, baby.” she soothes, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep?”

“I… I don’t know.” he admits, looking down.

“Well now you’ve got a concussion.” she says. “So they’re going to keep you overnight for observation and then you’re going to take a week off. No school, no work, just you getting some rest for once. And then we can talk about you picking up a few hours at Bell Heir’s. A couple of nights a week, nothing more.”

“I can’t stay here.” he says. “We can’t afford it.”

“We’ll make it work.” she says.

“I’m sorry.” he says, pushing aside the blanket and trying to sit up. “I just wanted to help, not make things worse.”

“Jay.” she says, pushing him back down. “Just let your momma take care of her baby, okay?”

“Okay.” he says slowly. “Okay. I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, baby.” she says, helping him sit up and pulling him into a tight hug. “I love you so much.”

#whumptober 2023 #no. 26 #working to exhaustion #Chicago PD #fic #teenage Jay Halstead

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theuniverseawakens347 · 1 month ago

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Some say nothing gold can last forever ( that’s written w Jada a remake from Darniece but left eye copy off me and granny when Yal be kidnapping Darniece to bring us pay for money ransoms )

And to believe this eye needs no proof ( Darniece wrote —- Tupac realizing he sold himself to the white man and Jada did a double on the back end to kill em for talking bout aids Jerry doc check up giving names )

I have witnessed all that was pure in me ( this the edited suicidal letter for ever celebrity w a mysterious death going back to Jimi - HAY GRANNY DARNIECE DAD ME N THE EARS helping Yal let em know they gon pass why n how HAY POLICE )

Be changed by the evil man can do ( Michael they don’t really care about us this nigga realizing joining the white mans record label was a mother nigger ccatcher ploy to take over the free speech black man by making em sick n recking they homes bc VIKING MINDED AIDS WASNT BEING HEALED - WHY WOULD I HEAL YOU WHEN YOU JUST GON KEEP KILLING , GOD ASKING - 2pac was fucked deep and knew me in full - born 2 yrs before he died but hearing me when he got aids // snoop chest shot bc NIGGA IM GIVING YOU A CHANCE FOR A PEACEFUL PASSING NOW YOU SHITTING BULLETS N I GOTTA COME TO EARTH TO KILL YOU - “nigga that’s the lil bitch I seen when the white light touched down” - THUG MANSION HEAVEN FOR A G)

The innocence possessed by children ( DARNIECE CAUGHT HIS ASS RAPING ME AND DRUGGING GRANNY FOR JADA POETIC JUSTICE STARING JANET. SET IT OFF BITCHES - MICHAEL HATES YOU AND WHOLE TRIBE WHO KNOW YO DIRSTY GRIMY ASS FOR THE INDUSTRY TO LOOK LIKE MICHAEL SO YOU CAN BE A PEDO AND BLAME HIM - FACE NOSE CARD ON FOOL)

Once lived inside my soul

But surviving yrs w criminal peers ( I’m realizing snoop a bigger catcher for Darniece family and I’m fucked but I’m hearing voices of a kid named cashay and he saying my thots out loud - the plane ride knife n fork snoop tells it funny )

He’s turned my warm heart to cold ( exotic pussy of Jada IS A MAN AND I RAPED DARNIECE A NATURAL WOMAN POETIC JUSTICE JANET A MAN AND TOLD ME AND NOW IM GROSSED OUT DOING DUMB SHIT - emotional damage and no parenting refuge and don’t wan listen to snoop or biggie cause they bitches is men n setting them up with me on the back ends - WE ALL FUCKING CONDOM LESS PASSING BABIES N STDS TO SET THIS NIGGA RECORD LABEL POCKETS UP - FUCK KM DED 2 -0 )

I used to dream and fantasize ( I used to wear condoms Janet’s now you saying you can’t have kids n a nigga can just buss in it whenever however .. - Darniece voice telling me NOT TO DO IT - CAMERON WALKER IVF CHILDREN DRED RAY J )

But now I’m scared to sleep ( niggas is baby boy in the night set up .. who’s coming in raping me these men woman like butt sexting me )

Petrified not to live or die ( I’m utterly confused what’s dream vs reality tv - snoop Dogg pimp movies help me )

But two awaken and still be me ( nigga I miss being a kid why I join this industry meat beef for some lame man coochie buttho n Jada a bald headed skeanny bitch annoying as fuck can’t do shit right w plays im losing money n getting butt fucked for a record label to make back money Jerry Elvis manager )

It is that nothing good can last ( I know I already said this part but Darniece not here to write w me - Jada a weak lyricist this her writing too )

We will all one day see death ( I hear that now I wonder if this bitch sending me the voices bc why she so confident writing this - she setting you up with us dumbasses - her moma know - red table talk she be lying like a bitch we was trying to murder her but baby god came down n said she’ll handle it for us when the time right “ make that bitch work and run my money back I’ll be 30 by then” )

When the purest hearts are torn apart ( true to Jada and pac but like Yal was never actually pure you just put on a show to get what you wanted from those you deem stupid - WHY YA ASSES GETTING PLAYED NOW )

Lost souls are all that’s left ( this not bout pac but why Garret lying n feeling some type of way we talked n he think we dated 🫤 nigga I’m homeless and met you a month ago tf wrong w you mental ass bitch- he seen me walk w Greg to 7/11 for chips n a slim Jim and this nigga Garret think I wana fuck a dirty homeless man bc I ain’t showered for x time but he keep offering me ICE COLD SHOWERS AT PLANET FITNESS - NO IM ALLERGIC DIP WAD I ALREADY TOLD YOU MY PRIORITY IS FOOD TIL I GET HOME - WHO LOCKED MY NIGGAS UP FUCKTARD LEE - AND YOU STARVING ME TO RELOCATE ME WHEN THEY GET OUT SO WE MISS EACH OTHER AGAIN AND GOTTA GO SEARCH N FIND REACUE - HOW YOU DID DARNIECE BUT LANDED US IN THE SOUTH CENTRAL ROUND FAMILY - MOMMY GOTTA GO TO WORK N PLAY CRACK HEAD CUZ THIS DUMB BITCH ADOPTED MY DAUGHTER N KILLING HER COUSIN DAUGHTER SISTERS - HAY LAPD we almost done. )

Down on my knees I beg for god ( YEAH BUT YOU SEXUALLY RAPED ME DUMBASS BITCH WHEN I ALREADY SAVED YA SHOT IN THE CHEST LIFE - 50 cents shooting stories lil Wayne jay z brother etc snoop )

To save me from the fate ( apply above line here cause this nigga stupid ass fuck and realizing he gon die n lost his chance for soul saving )

Let me live to see what was gold .. ( picture cut off and I don’t care bc Jada a lying ass red table talk OBVIOUS FUCKING HO - JANET JACKSON dupri. HI FAMILY )

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2024 Los Angeles Angels Roster

Pitchers

#24 Robert Stephenson (Martinez, California)*

#31 Tyler Anderson (Las Vegas, Nevada)

#40 Sam Bachman (Fishers, Indiana)

#43 Patrick Sandoval (Mission Viejo, California)

#47 Griffin Canning (Rancho Santa Margarita, California)

#48 Reid Detmers (Chatham Township, Illinois)

#49 Guillermo Zuñiga (Cartagena De Indias, Colombia)*

#53 Carlos Estévez (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

#54 José Suárez (Ciudad Naguanagua, Venezuela)

#55 Matt Moore (Edgewood, New Mexico)*

#59 José Soriano (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

#63 Chase Silseth (Farmington, New Mexico)

#65 José Quijada (Caripito, Venezuela)

#66 Luis García (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)*

#67 José Cisnero (Bajos De Haina, Dominican Republic)*

#90 Adam Cimber (Puyallup, Washington)*

Catchers

#14 Logan O'Hoppe (Islip, New York)

#21 Matt Thaiss (Jackson Township, New Jersey)

Infielders

#2 Luis Rengifo (Ciudad Naguanagua, Venezuela)

#6 Anthony Rendon (Houston, Texas)

#9 Zach Neto (Miami, Florida)

#18 Nolan Schanuel (Boynton Beach, Florida)

#22 Miguel Sanó (San Pedro De Macorís, Dominican Republic)*

#23 Brandon Drury (Grants Pass, Oregon)

#38 Michael Stefanic (Boise, Idaho)

Outfielders

#3 Joseph Ward (Indio, California)

#7 Jordon Adell (Louisville, Kentucky)

#12 Aaron Hicks (Los Angeles, California)*

#16 McKenzie Moniak (Carlsbad, California)

#27 Mike Trout (Millville, New Jersey)

Coaches

Manager Ron Washington (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Bench coach Ray Montgomery (White Plains, New York)

Hitting coach Johnny Washington (Long Beach, California)

Pitching coach Barry Enright (Stockton, California)

Batting practice pitcher Mike Ashman (Fairbanks, Alaska)

Bullpen coach Stefan Karsay (Queens, New York)

Bullpen catcher Jason Brown (Long Beach, California)

Catching coach Jerry Nerron (Goldsboro, North Carolina)

1B coach Marquis Porter (Newark, New Jersey)

3B coach Eric Young (New Brunswick, New Jersey)

Infield coach Ryan Goins (Round Rock, Texas)

Assistant coach Tim Buss (Dodgeville, Wisconsin)

Assistant coach Tim Laker (Simi Valley, California)

Assistant coach Jayson Nix (Midland, Texas)

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