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“you should get a job instead of begging on tumblr”

okay let’s do that!

let’s go to indeed, the most popular place to apply for jobs

it’s already been proven multiple times over over half the listings on indeed are fake listings that companies put out to pretend their company is growing, and they have no interest in actually hiring anyone

so i don’t doxx us, let’s set our location to nashville.

look at that, a cinnabon place is needing a shift leader, i have matching qualifications, and they’re paying UP to 15.50/hr. because of that, we have zero idea what the rate is, and it could be dead min wage

the job description says it’s a customer service oriented job, meaning there’s probably next to zero physical activity involved, which would be good for our disabled ass

but what’s this?

why would i ever need to be able to carry lift or push anything up to 50 pounds if it’s a customer service job

let’s look at another job, this is a convenience store that says they’re “urgently hiring”

and let’s look at their benifets:

don’t even have an employee discount

but there’s probably some actual, legitimate job listings on indeed right? probably, but i’ve applied for over 300 jobs within a year, and 90% of them didn’t even email me back. 5% gave me a denial, and only 5% actually set me up for an interview, which of course they didn’t accept me except for a job at chipotle back in florida and now a shitty job at a shit cafe.

and that’s not even taking into consideration we are extremely disabled and have chronic pain, chronic fatigue, and POTS which means standing for long periods of time is very bad for us

and of course we don’t have a car, so we have to take ubers everywhere. the job pays 12/hr, and the trip there is typically 20 dollars. for a 6 hour shift, a fourth of the time spent working is wasted on even getting there. and we get to make our body even worse while we get paid jackshit

so yeah, i guess i’ll just get a job

[zot3-flopped]

Reading that article from the sunday times and just gagging:

"Upstairs, in a corner room, was where she asked for three books to be read and five songs to be played to her every night",

"According to family friends they drove a Chevrolet Suburban — an SUV fit for the secret service — sent Christmas cards showing their impressive holidays and brought their daughter’s pony to school for show and tell.",

"The family would also give teachers the keys to their holiday home as a thank-you present.",

"They had a hot tub on the patio, a jetty with a boat from which they waterskiied and two jet skis. They were also members of the sailing club.",

"“When Taylor was young, the family came over for dinner and the kids were all swimming,” Hand says. “They [Swift’s parents] asked me if I had the Disney channel and I said no. There was some country singer on that was Taylor’s idol — and so they got up and they left.”,

"Her father, Scott, now 72, grew up nearby. He was a financial adviser at the investment firm Merrill Lynch. Swift’s mother, Andrea, now 66, was a marketing executive born into a wealthy family who grew up between Singapore and Houston, Texas. Andrea’s father was the president of a construction company, her mother an opera singer.",

"A third-generation banker and former radio salesman, he updated them on which songs she had cut (I am told he spent $10,000 on building her a recording studio at their home); which singles were coming out next (by the age of 15, Taylor had a record deal with a company in which Scott had bought a 3 per cent stake); where she was touring (he had bought Cher’s former tour bus for her); and the awards for which she needed votes.",

"During the long, hot summer days Swift would walk through town, her guitar slung across her back, much to the judgment of the local girls.",

"Swift gave out wallet-sized photos of herself as Sandy to the kids in the years below her at school",

"Her notebook, he claims, was filled with pages of her own autograph.",

"Many, however, thought she was “a bit of a brat”, from the moneyed side of town and modelling clothes for Abercrombie & Fitch. At 16, Swift bought a Lexus SC430 convertible, the car driven by Regina George, the meanest girl in Mean Girls.",

"Swift made an entrance when she first arrived at Hendersonville High School, says a former classmate, telling people she was going to be a star. “We kind of rolled our eyes because, being in Nashville, we hear that a lot,” she says. “It was just such a strong statement for someone of that age.”

Underdog who??? Tbh it's not just TS being obnoxious, rich, spoiled brat flaunting her wealth left and right, it's her entire immediate family.

“There were times when, in middle school and junior high, I didn’t have a lot of friends,” she told the Great American Country network in 2008." damn, I wonder why. /s

Classic nepo baby.

[gretavangroupie]

Drift

Word count: 7.2k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff.

 “Two percent?!” you screech.

Looking down at the cellphone in your lap as you follow the winding directions you see the red battery icon and your anxiety starts to bloom. Your signal has been spotty at best and the constant in and out of service has drained your battery quicker than anticipated. With another hour to go you are starting to panic. Of course your phone would die while you are somewhere in the mountains. 

It started snowing last night, and unfortunately has stuck around. So when the snow didn’t stop this morning you knew you would be in for an eventful drive home. Six inches turned into ten very quickly, and the roads were becoming slick. Your little sedan was not equipped for this type of weather, something you were pretty sure you wouldn't experience in Nashville but boy were you wrong.  

The two lane road you found yourself upon currently was slightly off the beaten path, on the side of a mountain. Houses sprinkled in here and there, with their long winding driveways, painted white in a wintery scene. In different circumstances you would think it was quite beautiful, but right now, your white knuckle grip on the steering wheel has made you feel differently. Your windshield wipers are going full blast, further obscuring your view of the winding back road. You glance down to your phone to check the directions.

Four miles until you turn right.

As you read the directions out, you're met with a loud thump as your car moves 60 miles per hour over a perfectly placed pot hole, jostling you, your car and its contents.

“Shit!” you cry out as your head bounced back on the headrest.

Reaching down to pick your phone up off the floor, you type in your password and unlock it. But that was all it took. That measly 1% was gone in an instant. Panic swept over you, all you knew was that you had 4, maybe 3 miles now until you turn right. But what about the rest of the directions?

Okay, next shopping center I see, I will stop and grab a car charger. 

The snow is falling quickly, and the sun is setting, leaving you to only rely on the light from your hi beams. You swallow thickly as you squint to see the lines on the road. You haven’t seen a car pass you in what feels like forever. 

I knew it was a bad idea to get off the interstate.

You saw it, but it was too late. You couldn't react in time. If you slammed on your breaks your car would go sliding into the ravine. So you hit it. Whatever it was. It looked like a crow bar or some type of bent metal. That's what it sounded like too. As your car met with the object you heard a loud popping and you knew your night just got ten times worse. Your car began to limp further down the road with a metallic clatter against the wet asphalt.

You see a driveway in the distance and decide to push forward to pull into it, against your better judgment. As you pull off into the entry of the long driveway you put your car in park and immediately get out and see that your front left tire is completely blown out. The combination of the pothole earlier, and whatever that metal thing was, has left you stranded in the drift of someone's driveway. 

You get back into your car and grab your phone, realizing that it died 15 minutes ago. As you sit back into the seat you rub your hands over your face and wonder what you did to deserve this. You turn on your hazard lights and pray that someone drives by and stops. But you know the likelihood of that happening is slim. Anyone with half a brain knows better than to drive in conditions like this. 

As you wrack your brain for what to do, it occurs to you. 

Maybe, there is someone in the house at the end of this driveway…

You know that this area that you are in is home to most peoples vacation homes, tucked deep into the side of the mountain. The chances of someone being here are small, but not zero. You grab your coat out of the backseat and put it on. From the looks of it, this driveway is fairly long and the snow is piled high and growing by the minute.

Turning off your car, you grab your dead cell phone, and your keys and get out. Now that the sun had set it was dark, and the wind was cutting like a thousand knives. You lock your useless car and shove your keys into your coat pocket. You pull your hood over your head and thank yourself for choosing a pair of sensible boots this morning. 

As you walk the long snowy, gravel lined driveway you think to yourself that it must be a mile long, and uphill at that. Just as you think it could stretch on for another mile, you see a soft yellow light ahead of you. A light is on in the house. 

Oh my god, someone is here.

Knowing that the house more than likely is warm, has your feet picking up their pace and landing you at the edge of the trees, opening up to the clearing where the occupied house sits. There is one car parked outside of the house and you can hear the soft vibrations of noise from inside. The house is large, old, and wooden. You can see that there are two stories and the ivy growing on the side of the house gives it a certain type of rustic charm you don't see too often anymore. There is smoke filling the air, coming from a chimney, and huge glass windows adorn the entire front of the house.  

As you step up to the porch you brush the snow off of your coat and hood, pulling your frozen hand out of your pocket and nervously knocking on the black wooden front door.  

The large glass window set into the door has you holding your breath as you see a figure approaching from across the house. Pulling a hoodie over their torso, they peer through the glass to see you standing there and run their hand over their face, as the door opens.

“How did you get this address?” he says. 

You nervously stare back at him, “I– I didn’t…my car –I hit something. My phone is dead– I…” you stammer.

“You hit something?!” he asks, shocked.

“Yeah, it was dark, and the snow – I couldn't see. I think it was a crowbar or something.” you reply anxiously.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking concerned.  

“Yeah, I am okay. I am so sorry to bother you. My front tire blew out and my phone is dead so I can’t call Triple A…Do you think I could borrow your phone or, could you call, or…” you stammer.

“Yes, absolutely, come in. It’s freezing.” he says, opening the door. You can feel the warmth radiating from inside and graciously step into the house.

“Do you have your phone? I can plug it in?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah!” you say fumbling into your coat pocket and handing him the freezing device. 

“My god, your hands are freezing! Here, come sit here by the fire.” he says, leading you from the front door, and into the open, spacious living room. He points to the couch next to the fireplace and says he will be right back. He runs up the wooden staircase and you can hear some banging around upstairs before you see him quickly flying back down the stairs, waving a phone charger in his hand. 

You look around the house, and are intrigued by the charm of the renovated old home. The cobblestone fireplace, the wooden beams adorning nearly every inch of the walls and ceiling. It’s a split level home but it has an open floor plan, granting you visual access to almost every part of the house. Small sets of stairs lead to various rooms and loft areas. It’s a very uniquely designed floor plan, and you are interested in the history of the home. Admiring its charming old quality, your eyes flit around but stop when you see the massive windows. You are instantly taken with the wall of windows providing a picturesque view of the snowy scene outside. It’s very charming and you find yourself relaxing into the cozy couch by the fireplace, staring into the snowy sight. 

“Better?” he asks, walking down the steps into the living room, before sitting in a chair across from you. 

Realizing how you must look, you shoot straight up and fix your posture. “Oh, yeah. Yes. Thank you. This is a really cool home.” you say nervously fidgeting with your coat. 

“Oh, thank you, I moved in about two years ago now. Still fixing things up here and there. Trying to bring it up to date without losing its rustic qualities.” he smiles. “I’m Josh by the way.”

“Oh, god, how rude I didn't even ask your name before I made myself at home on your couch.” you laugh. You introduce yourself and shake his hand, which is much warmer than yours and oddly soft. The room is dimly lit by the floor lamp in the corner and the small fixtures illuminating the bookcase in the upstairs loft. The fireplace is glowing brightly behind you. You can see the flames dancing along rhythmically in his eyes. Honey brown and glossy, he must have been drinking before you interrupted his night. 

“When my phone turns on, I will call Triple A and I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” you say biting your lip.

“What in the world are you doing driving in this weather?” he asks.

“I was driving back home. I went to visit my parents for the week. The traffic on 40 was so bad, I decided to take a back road thinking it would be faster, but then I got lost and my phone was dying, then this happened... It was not a good choice in hindsight.” you laugh. 

“You’re brave. I’m from Michigan and even I wouldn’t be driving right now.” he smiles, his cheeks scrunching tightly beneath his eyes.

He is sort of…cute. Maybe in different circumstances…

“I know, it’s not too much farther…I think? I feel really bad that I interrupted your night.” you say pointing to the movie that is paused on the TV screen.

“Ahh, don’t worry about it. I’ve seen it a thousand times.” he says, waving his hand in the air.

You focus on it, and recognize the character on the screen. “Is– Is it A Clockwork Orange?” you ask, suspiciously.

He seems taken aback as he replies, “Yeah. Yeah it is…” a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes.

“Cool, that's a great film.” you say, politely.

A small smile forms at the side of his mouth, “Yeah, it really is...” he looks like he wants to say more, but stops himself.

Why do I feel like I am supposed to be here?

“Well, I should go see if my phone is turned on. I have bothered you long enough.” you say standing up, and walking up the small set of stairs into the kitchen. 

“It’s on the kitchen counter by the fridge.” he calls out to you.

As you grab your phone you see it has come back to life, and you quickly dial out the number for Triple A. You lean over onto the counter as the call rings out. You stare out the windows at the snow still continuing to fall and explain to the man on the phone exactly what happened.

“What do you mean…But I don’t…. I can’t get anywhere…. Okay. Alright. Yeah, thank you.” you end the call staring at the screen dumbfounded. 

As you stand there silently trying to figure out your next move you see Josh walk into the kitchen to join you at the counter. He leans his hip onto the countertop, facing you.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his curly brown hair falling onto his forehead. 

You turn to face him and with a blank face you set your phone back on the counter. “No. Apparently they can’t send any trucks out until the morning after they plow the roads. The snow is too bad on the mountain?” you question.

He shakes his head, “Yeah, I was afraid of that. Listen, I don’t want to sound forward but, you are welcome to stay here until the morning. I have a guest room, and anything you might need.” he says kindly.

“Oh wow, that is so nice of you to offer, but I really feel like I am intruding. I mean, you don’t even know me.” you say. 

“The alternative is what? You sleeping in your freezing cold car? No. I know we don’t know each other, but I am a human being and from one human being to another, please. Stay. You can leave as soon as you’d like in the morning. They should have the roads plowed by 7:00.” he says, scratching the back of his neck. 

You stop for a second to think, but something is pulling you to stay. 

“Are you positive that I am in no way putting you out?” you ask, hesitantly.

“Absolutely not. Glad to lend a helping hand. I mean, you must be alright if you knew I was watching A Clockwork Orange.” he smiles.

You nod your head, agreeing and his face lights up with a smile.

“Should we… finish it?” he asks. You bite your lip and stare at him. You know his brown puppy dog eyes have never been rejected in his life. You can feel it.

“Okay, I guess we could. But can I use the bathroom first?” you ask.

“Oh, of course. If you step through that guest room, it’s in there.” he says pointing across the kitchen. 

“Thank you.” you say nervously.

As you make your way into the bathroom, you quickly relieve yourself and wash your hands, noticing the eclectic artwork hanging on the walls in the bedroom. He has very interesting taste in furniture and decor, but it kind of fits the feel of the house perfectly.  As you make your way back into the living room you step down into the warm space, and see Josh waiting for your return sitting on one side of the couch with his feet crossed on the coffee table. 

“All good?” he asks, he has noticed you have removed your coat and grants you a smile.

“Yeah, thanks. I am sure you didn’t see your night going this way.” you laugh as you sit down on the opposite side of the couch. But you feel it. A magnetism to be closer to him. 

What? You don't even know him…

“You’re right I didn’t but I’m kinda glad it did.” he smirks with sultry eyes.

Maybe he feels it too…

You feel your cheeks blush as he unpauses the movie, and it roars back to life. 

You spend the next hour talking instead of watching the movie, discussing the theories surrounding it and even further discussing Stanley Kubrick. You have a lot of the same opinions on his work and career. Josh is super knowledgeable about film making and even tells you how it was always his dream to be a filmmaker himself. Your heart warms at the fact that he is passionate enough to tell a complete stranger about his dreams.

You talk until the fire in the fireplace dies down and you find yourselves sitting in a dark living room, lit only by the small lamps on the book case. 

He looks over at you and stares for a second, “Let me go grab you some clothes for you to sleep in, I'll be right back.” 

“Oh, that's not necessary, I will be okay, really. I can just sleep in this.” you reply.

“Please, I insist.” he says standing and walking up the stairs, his bare feet padding up the wooden steps. 

You stand awkwardly in the living room, waiting for him to return. You walk over to the windows and stare out at the snow, still falling. You walk back into the living room, and notice the bookcase on the second floor loft. You look around to see if Josh is coming back and when you see that he isn't, you make your way up the stairs and over to the full book shelves. 

Browsing the titles you see a lot of classics. You run your index finger over the spines, stopping on names you recognize. The leather bound books are beautifully displayed and lit with tiny sconces on the front of the shelves. Bending down to look at the next row of books, you are surprised when you notice Josh standing next to you.

“Well, what do you think? Any good ones?” he laughs.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn't mean to pry. Well, actually. Maybe I did.” you smile. “But yeah, all the classics, you are well read.”

“I spend a lot of time traveling, and books are a great way to pass the time. I pull a lot of inspiration from these old books.” he says. He reaches a stack of clothes out to you and your hands brush his. You both recoil and look at each other like you have been zapped by lightning.

Surely he felt that?

You grab the stack from him, and look down. “Thank you.”

He bites his cheek like he wants to say something, but again, doesn’t.

“Come on, I will show you the guest room and get you some blankets.” he says, gesturing for you to follow him.

After a few minutes he has retrieved a few blankets for you and provided you with an extra phone charger, handing them to you with a soft smile. In the dim lighting you can see the dimple that forms in his cheek, perfectly situated above a tiny scar.

“I will turn the heat on a little warmer, sometimes it gets cold because of the windows. If you need me, I’m at the top of the stairs to the left.” he smiles, and shuts the door behind him.

You sit on the bed examining the pile of clothes he has so graciously brought you. A long sleeve white tee shirt and a pair of well loved sweatpants. You peel your clothes off of you, and slide into the much comfier attire. Maybe he was right, this will be warmer.

You plug your phone into the charger and spread the extra blanket over the twin size bed. You flip the switch on the wall and climb into the bed. You lay there hearing the wind whip against the old house. You think about your evening and how it went so completely different than you imagined. You are sleeping in a stranger's bed? The room is quiet except for the sound of the snow falling on the windows. You drift off to sleep and think of the beautiful curly haired man sleeping right above you. 

You wake yourself up shivering. Your eyes open and you're met with total darkness. The light from the alarm clock long gone, the air growing colder by the second. The distant whirr of the refrigerator reduced to nothing. The power must have gone out. Your feet are frozen, hands too. Trying to pull the blankets closer to yourself you realize they are already as close as they could be. Your body shivers under the sheets. If only you had some socks you could make it through until morning. 

You lay there for a few minutes trying to rub your feet together to create some warmth, but nothing was working. Your brain remembers the fire in the living room. It had been a few hours since it had gone out, but surely the hearth was still warm. You grab your phone, and turn on the flashlight, illuminating the floor below you. You quietly twist the door knob on the old door, and tiptoe through the hallway into the kitchen. Looking around, you see that the power is definitely out. Walking quietly down the small set of steps you find a place on the hearth of the fireplace, only to find that it too, has grown cold.

Rubbing your freezing cold hands together you think back to what Josh told you. ‘If you need anything, I’m up the stairs to the left.’ You think about going up there to ask for socks but quickly talk yourself out of it. As you look out the large windows it seems the snow has finally stopped falling, but it has accumulated quite a few inches. More than likely making the power fail. 

You scroll through your phone on the couch, but your service is weak. You can't get anything to load. Tiredness begins to creep in on you as the stinging stiffness in your hands and feel remind you of their temperature. 

Okay, just do it. Just go ask for some socks. Tell him the power is out. He will understand. 

Setting your phone on the coffee table you swallow deeply and quietly make your way up to cold wooden stairs. When you reach the landing you turn to his door, which isn’t a door at all. There is no door, it’s just an open archway. The sight in front of you nearly takes your breath away. He has a fireplace up here, and it is still glowing with embers. Your legs carry you over to it where you place your hands and are greeted with the feeling of warmth. 

Inadvertently you release a sigh as you feel your extremities warming. You hear the bed rustle behind you and you flip around, not even fully realizing that you are standing in this mans bedroom. He leans up on his arm, and you can see his eyes slowly opening as he sees you standing in front of his bed. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice light and groggy. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just– the power went out, and I was so cold I was just going to come ask you for some socks…” you stammer. “But then I saw the fireplace from the doorway, and my legs carried me here. I thought maybe if I could just warm my hands and feet I would be okay.”

He peels the blanket off of himself and stands up pushing his hair out of his face. His body clad in only his black boxer briefs, showcases his chiseled torso, glowing in the fireplace embers. You have to peel your eyes off of him as he walks across the room. 

He returns a minute later with a pair of wool camping socks, “For your feet.” he says, handing you the socks. You reach out to grab them and his hand brushes yours sending that same electricity through your system.

“My god, you are freezing!” he says. How long have you been awake and cold?” 

Bending down to pull the socks over your feet you answer, “I’m not sure, maybe twenty minutes?” 

“Why didn’t you come up here sooner?” he asks, grabbing your cold hands in his warm ones, rubbing them together to attempt to warm them. 

“Well, you were already nice enough to let me stay here, I didn't want to wake you up too.” you say bashfully. Your eyes travel down his body and back up. “Aren’t you… cold?” you ask.

“No, I’m a warm sleeper.” he answers.

“Ah, that sounds nice.” slips from your mouth before you even can register what you’ve said.

You clamp your hand over your mouth in regret and he smiles, a giggle almost leaving his chest.

“You know, I figured I would lose power. I’m not surprised. How about this… why don’t you stay up here? I will throw another log on, and we can both be warm.” he says, with innocent eyes. 

Your eyes travel to the bed behind him, plush with white fluffy duvets and blankets. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as he goes to speak again, “It’s a big bed. We won’t even touch. I just won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re down there shivering.”

He bends over and tosses another log onto the embers, poking it with the fire poker until it lights. Feeling the warmth on your back, you look back to him. “Okay, but only because I am freezing.”

“I know. I’ll get you warm, don’t worry.” he smiles. 

He walks over to the other side of his bed, pulling back the blankets and gesturing for you to slide in. He pulls the thick blankets over you and nods his head as he tucks you in.

Wow. 

You can’t even think of a time when someone took care of you like this. It’s kind of sweet.

He walks back to the fireplace and prods the log making sure it won’t roll off, and closes the mesh divider. 

He makes his way back to the bed, returning to the warm spot he left only minutes ago, sighing in relief as warmth washes over him as he pulls the duvet back over his now slightly chilled body. 

He rolls to face you, though you are on your back, eyes cast to the ceiling. You can feel his eyes staring into the side of your head, so you turn your head to look at him. The room is dark, the only light coming from the small flames in front of the bed. The orange hues dance across his cheeks, highlighting his cheekbones, and producing a sparkle in his tired eyes. 

“Do you feel it?” he whispers.

You feel your heart leap in your chest as your breath catches in your throat, “What?” you ask, nervously.

“The fire, do you feel it?” he asks.

God…

“Oh, yeah, I do. Thank you… for letting me stay up here. This is beyond…hospitable.” you reply, turning your body to face him in the bed. 

“Are you warming up?” he asks, the log crackling in the fireplace. 

“Yes, I’m starting to. I think it will take longer for my hands and feet.” you giggle.

“Here,” he says, reaching across, grabbing your hands and clasping them tightly between his. “Mine are plenty warm.”

You feel the electricity traveling through your body, and from the look on his face, he feels it too. A light hum leaves your chest as the warmth of his hands works quickly to heat your own.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, you are positive that he can see the pink blush creeping across your cheeks as you stifle a nervous smile.

“Yeah, it does. You’re lucky you’re so hot.” the words falling from your lips before you can stop them, something that seems to be happening far too often. 

A smirk flashes across his face as you stumble trying to correct yourself. “Warm, I meant warm. Not hot. I’m sorry... But, not that you aren’t hot, you are. Really. But–I meant…I’m not making this better am I...” you sigh.

“No, you know what? I think it’s perfect.” he says, his hand gripping yours, thumbs gently exploring the valleys and peaks of your knuckles.

“You do?” you ask quietly.

“Mhmm…” he hums. The rumble from his chest sends a shiver through your body.

You can feel your body temperature rising, but it isn’t from the fire. Josh’s hand releases yours and your eyes flick down as he pulls them away. He notices your furrowed brow and looks up at you.

“I told you we don’t have to touch.” he smirks, rolling to his back, positioning his hands behind his head. You roll back to your back, mimicking his actions. 

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes. You can hear the wind whipping against the windows, the thought causing you to shiver. You let your eyes travel the length of his body under the sheets and you bite your cheek as you meet his bare chest moving slowly up and down with each breath.

Pursing your lips together, you let your foot wander across the bed until it makes contact with his. You let the tips of your toes trace the curve of his ankle, as you watch a small smile play upon his lips. 

He turns his foot to meet yours, rubbing slowly over the top of yours as he twists his body to face you again. He places his hand next to his face on the pillow, pushing down the fluffy feather filled fabric, “So you do want to touch?”

You turn your body to face him, letting your foot slide up his leg, feeling the soft hairs tickle you. “Maybe a little…” you answer.

“You feel it too, don't you.” he asks. But this time, you know he isn’t talking about the fire. 

“Feel what, Josh…” you say in a playfully sultry tone.

“This.” He grabs your arm and pulls you as close to him as possible, his bare chest pressed directly to yours. 

Your legs intertwine with his as his hand cradles the back of your neck. Yours rests on his warm chest. He really wasn’t kidding about the warm sleeper thing.

Your fingertip traces the line of his collarbone as your eyes flick up to his, “Yes…I feel it too.”

You feel his breath on your forehead and you sink into him, as his body heat warms you quickly.

Feeling bold, you press a barely there kiss to his throat, stretched taut over your head. You feel his Adam's apple bob against your lips as your lips connect with his skin. His legs twitch against yours and you feel a warmth creeping down your center.

A closed mouth groan rumbles through his chest as his grip on you tightens. You have never made the first move, but tonight wasn’t a normal night. He was a stranger. A beautiful, warm stranger and you had already taken the first chance by knocking on his door.

You feel him hardening against your stomach and you smile up at him. His eyes have grown dark with want and you know yours probably look the same. “Josh…” you ask.

“Hmmm…” he hums into the top of your head.

“You know you could have just started a fire downstairs… I could have slept on the couch.” you say.

“You’re right. I could have, but I knew both of us weren’t going to fit on the couch.” he replies, voice soft as velvet.

“So you did want me in your bed…” you tease.

“From the second you asked me if I was watching A Clockwork Orange…” he says.

You crane your neck, lips furiously in search of his. You would be lying if you said you didn't catch yourself staring at his plush pink lips all night as he spoke of his passions. Thought about how they would feel, how they would taste. You thought about kissing the tiny scar you noticed on his cheek in the guest room. But nothing you imagined came close to how he actually felt. How he actually tasted. His tongue slides across your bottom lip as it begs for entry into your mouth. Slightly parting your lips he slides in, his tongue searching for yours.

You twist your fingers into his curly hair and it’s softer than you imagined. His lips pull away from yours and you whine at the loss of the heat of his tongue against yours. His lips connect with your jaw and neck as you scratch your nails against his scalp. You feel him hum against your neck as you pull on his hair, begging him for more. 

“You like that?” he murmurs against your skin. 

“Yes… kee– keep going…” you beg.

“God you’re sweet. I have to know you.” he says, as his kisses travel further down your neck. You feel his warm hand slide underneath the hem of the borrowed white shirt. His hand radiates heat across the sensitive skin of your stomach burning a path as it travels up. 

His eyes look to yours for permission, and he takes your deepend kiss as a yes as his hand connects with your hardened nipple. A moan leaves your mouth and travels into his and he rolls the taut flesh between his thumb and forefinger. 

He releases it as he grabs a handful of your breast, massaging the pliable skin. Sliding your knee upwards between his legs, you feel his full erect length straining through his boxers. You press your pelvis into his causing him to groan and pull you in tighter. 

“I want you to know me Josh, all of me.” you say, reaching down to grasp him in your hand. 

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You detach your lips from his neck as you respond with a nod, “Didn’t you say you would warm me up?”

“I did say that, didn’t I…” he teases, lifting the hem of the shirt to pull it over your head. As you lay there next to him, the orange glow of the fireplace reflects onto your skin.

“Shit, you are…for once I don’t have words.” he smiles.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you laugh.

“Good. I always have words. My brothers give me shit for it all the time. But you have me speechless…” he says with a smile.

You blush, and you're positive that even in the dark room he can see it. His dimple shows through and you pull his neck down to connect your lips with his once more. 

Your hands travel down his sides, feeling his soft smooth skin beneath your hands. Supporting himself with one hand next to your head, the other hand skims to the top of the black sweatpants, teasing the sensitive skin across your hip bones.

He hooks a finger into the waistband and tugs downward pulling them to rest at your knees. You kick them the rest of the way off, leaving you bare beneath him.

“I can’t believe you got a flat in front of my house. I can’t believe I was actually here.” he says as if thanking God for his good fortune. 

“Why wouldn’t you be here?” you whisper.

“I travel a lot. I’m not here probably six months out of the year.” he answers.

You know you want to dive deeper into that at a later time, because right now, you need him. Like you need air. Lungs burning from not having him. 

You look directly into his beautiful brown eyes as you quickly rid him of his boxers. He kicks them off and your eyes travel down his chest to see the outline of his length glowing in the fire light between you.

He drops down to place wet kisses over your stomach and hips. Stopping and looking up at you as he presses a kiss to the mound between your legs. His tongue slips out and licks a warm path up your center causing you to breath sharply at the contact. Your hips flex backwards as your body silently begs for more friction. He pushes your legs apart slightly as he repeats the same motion, a sigh releasing from your chest. 

His tongue pointedly circles around your clit, you groan becoming more audible. His hand reaches up and grabs yours placing it on the top of his head. He wants your hands in his hair and you willingly oblige. 

Weaving your fingers through the curls you find yourself instinctively pressing down on his head to bring him closer. A growl racks through his chest. 

“Josh… I….” you whine.

His lips detach from you, “I know beautiful, give it to me. I want it.” he demands.

His tongue begins to furiously swipe against you and within seconds you are free falling into your release bucking your hips up into his mouth. The moan from your chest echoing through the silent house. As you float there in the darkness you feel his mouth leave you, and once you’re fully back, you feel him pressing kisses to your thighs. 

“Josh…I want you.” you say, pulling him up to hover over you. 

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, “You can have whatever you want, as long as you keep making pretty sounds like that.”

Gripping his dick in your now much warmer hand, you pull him to you, pressing him against your soaked core. 

You let go as he takes the lead, slowly sliding into you with a whispered ‘fuck.’

You adjust to him quickly, almost as if your body had been waiting for him since the minute he opened the door. His curls hang down his forehead as he sets a steady pace moving back and forth inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you as your lips find his. You can taste yourself, but more, you can taste him. His essence. You can smell his earthy scent, pouring from his skin. Like a mix of damp wood and sweet vanilla. 

He rolls his hips into you eliciting a moan from your mouth. He does it again receiving the same response and a smile crosses his face. His thrusts become harsher, hitting the spot you so desperately need him to hit, and he does. Flawlessly. Your moans fill the air in the room. 

“I have heard so many things in my life, but god damn if this one isn’t my favorite.” he says, punctuating the sentence with the most sinful groan and you tighten around him. 

“Fuck… just like that gorgeous.” he says pressing deeper with each thrust.

“Josh, fuck…” you whine.

“You gonna give me another one baby? I want it…Need to feel you cum on my cock.” he pants. His hips begin to falter, thrusting wildly and inconsistently. You can tell he is close and you’re not far behind him. 

You squeeze around him as your fingernails dig into the soft skin of his back.  “Please, harder.” you beg.

Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he bites his bottom lip, thrusting into you harder than he has been, the smack of skin ringing through the vaulted ceilings. “Fuck, you want it hard baby? God you’re fucking perfect.” his hips snapping into you repeatedly like a rubberband. 

You toss your head back as you feel your stomach tightening. 

“Ahhh… fuck you’re squeezing me so fucking good… I won’t last much longer, I need you to cum for me angel. Let me have it.” he begs.

His words send you spiraling into your second release, tensing around his cock so hard, that he meets his own ending. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Groaning with each spurt your name falling from his lips like a prayer. 

His breathing is erratic as he collapses onto your chest, his messy curls tickling your face. You giggle as you push them away from your nose. He rolls off on you and onto his pillow, turning his head to face you as his breathing evens out. 

He pulls you close to him, your head laying on his chest. You listen to his heart beating and feel the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers run through your hair, occasionally twisting a strand around his finger, feeling the silkiness of it between his digits. His fingertips massage your scalp practically putting you to sleep.

“You live in Nashville, right?” he asks, finally breaking the silence.

You nod your head against his chest. “I do.”

“Good.” he replies.

You kiss his chest and he places a kiss on the top of your hair, letting his arm fall loosely around your back. Sleep overtaking both of you, finally warm.

When your eyes open, you see daylight. It is bright, brighter than usual. The sky is gray and heavy with snow clouds, an ominous reminder of what looks to be another snow storm impending. Sitting up, you find yourself still in the king size bed in Josh’s room. You see now in the light of day, the entirety of the wall of windows that overtakes the back portion of his home. His bedroom opening up to the bright light of the day as soon as the sun would begin to rise. You see that he has gone from next to you, and you bite your lip, wondering if he regrets what happened. 

You pull yourself out of the warmth of the bed and redress yourself in the borrowed clothes flung onto the floor with haste last night. You make his bed, a gentle thank you, for him to find later, before you step out of the doorway and make your way down the shiny wooden steps. 

The power is back on, evident by the smell of the coffee pouring out of the kitchen. You look around the house but you don’t see Josh. Where did he go?

You walk to the coffee pot situated next to the stove, and begin opening the cabinet doors looking for a mug. Settling on a blue mug with the state of Michigan on it, you pour the steaming hot liquid into the mug, breathing in deeply the invigorating scent. 

You carry the hot mug into the guest room, setting it on the bedside table as you change back into your own clothes. A few minutes later as you reemerge with the empty mug, you see Josh standing at the counter. He has on a sweatshirt and pants, and his hands are dirty. His cheeks are flushed pink from the cold outside air.

“I was wondering where you went.”  you say sheepishly, placing your mug on the counter. 

“I woke up and decided, ‘Who needs Triple A’... I can do it. So I went and dug your car out of the snow, and changed your flat. I have to admit, I haven’t had to do anything like that in a while. Probably since I was home in Michigan. It may have taken me longer than it should but … it was kinda nice. But I will admit it was hard to peel myself away from you this morning.” he smiles.

“You didn’t have to do that!” you implore, “Gosh I feel so bad, I already feel like I have imposed so much!”

Peeling his hoodie off, he rushes to you. “You weren’t an imposition. You were the unexpected surprise I needed. The best surprise.” he says, grabbing your hands. “Last night was…perfect and I want to see you again. In fact I don’t even want you to go.” he says shyly.

“Really?” you ask, nervously.

“Yeah, but I understand you probably need to…” he says looking down to the floor. Your heart clenches realizing how nervous he is, and that’s when you decide.

“I actually have nowhere to be… but… I do need a shower and I’ll probably need some clothes.” you smirk.

“You know…I think I can help with that.” he smiles.

You peer out the window behind him, snow flurries just beginning to fall as you ask, “Have you ever seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? I feel like you’d like it…”

He shakes his head in amazement as a smile spreads across his face, making way for his perfect dimple. With his look suddenly turning to a devilish grin, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you up the stairs, laughing the whole way. 

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Queer Adult SFF Books Bracket: Round 1

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

Imperial Radch series (Ancillary Justice, Ancillary Sword, Ancillary Mercy, Provenance, Translation State, and other stories) by Ann Leckie

Endorsement from submitter: "Breq/Justice of Toren is a ship AI and doesn't have a gender. The Radchaai language only has one pronoun for people, so (almost) everyone in the empire is she/her, to the point that they're infamous for failing to correctly guess which pronoun to use with outsiders."

On a remote, icy planet, the soldier known as Breq is drawing closer to completing her quest.

Once, she was the Justice of Toren - a colossal starship with an artificial intelligence linking thousands of soldiers in the service of the Radch, the empire that conquered the galaxy.

Now, an act of treachery has ripped it all away, leaving her with one fragile human body, unanswered questions, and a burning desire for vengeance.

Science fiction, space opera, far future, series, adult

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

Andrew and Eddie did everything together, best friends bonded more deeply than brothers, until Eddie left Andrew behind to start his graduate program at Vanderbilt. Six months later, only days before Andrew was to join him in Nashville, Eddie dies of an apparent suicide. He leaves Andrew a horrible inheritance: a roommate he doesn’t know, friends he never asked for, and a gruesome phantom with bleeding wrists that mutters of revenge.

As Andrew searches for the truth of Eddie’s death, he uncovers the lies and secrets left behind by the person he trusted most, discovering a family history soaked in blood and death. Whirling between the backstabbing academic world where Eddie spent his days and the circle of hot boys, fast cars, and hard drugs that ruled Eddie’s nights, the walls Andrew has built against the world begin to crumble, letting in the phantom that hungers for him.

Fantasy, horror, southern gothic, thriller, mystery, dark academia, contemporary, adult

[robertreich]

Why Are There Fees on Everything? 

If there’s one thing that brings our divided nation together, it’s our hatred of junk fees.

Junk fees are extra charges you don’t know you’re paying until you get the bill. They hide the true cost when you buy a good or service, so it’s impossible to comparison shop. For example…

Say I want to travel to go see my favorite musician Dolly Parton play at Nashville’s Grand Ole Opry.

When I book my plane ticket, I have to fork up extra cash to bring luggage or change my flight. My grandkids are more into Blippi than Dolly — so they won’t be traveling with me. Otherwise, I might have to pay a fee just to sit with them.

I need a rental car once I land, so I’ll be stuck paying an extra fee to pick up the car at the airport and another fee they never told me about to cover the rental company’s costs for disposing old tires. Seriously?

When I pay my hotel bill, the price is way higher than I thought I’d pay when I booked the room, to cover wi-fi, pool access, a gym, state and local taxes and other special fees.

Before I get to the show, I better look at my checking account balance if I want to buy a record. Even if I see that I have enough money to make a purchase, the timing of other charges hitting my account could result in me getting slapped with a surprise overdraft fee. It's a simple mistake, but could make a $20 record end up costing $50.

Oh and don’t forget the concert tickets themselves. Major ticket sellers like Ticketmaster tack on fees to attend shows, which can drive up the final ticket price as much as 78% percent higher than what I was told the initial price was.

It’s all bait-and-switch. You thought you could afford to see Dolly Parton, but it turns out it’s gonna take a lot more than working “9 to 5”.

Corporations often label these types of charges “convenience fees” or “service fees.” Probably because they “conveniently” “serve” to pad their bottom lines, costing Americans at least $29 billion dollars a year we didn’t expect to pay. This is a huge problem spanning many different industries — not just the ones I’d encounter on my trip.

But there’s good news: President Biden has urged Congress to draw up legislation to prevent these outrageous fees.

Turns out, one of the few things as popular as Dolly Parton is tackling junk fees. 

It’s time for Congress to act.

[jordie-gvf]

good days, sammy

i am not claiming that i know why sam has a service dog!

i had a dream like this and thought i would turn it into a "fic"

pairing : sam kiszka x fem!reader

warnings : an anxiety attack

word count : less than 1k

Today was one of the days where Sam’s anxiety level had been through the roof. Rosie was on alert all day. You and Sam had been out running errands all day around downtown Nashville. 

When you had gotten home and put all the groceries away, you and Sam decided on some ice cream. All three of you got into the car and headed downtown to Jeni’s, the same ice cream shop you and Sam went on your first date. Sam wanted to sit outside so Rosie could get fresh air. 

You had two ice creams in your hand when you looked up and saw Rosie tapping Sam on the leg with her nose. You briskly walked outside and put the ice cream down on the table. You stood in front of Sam. He put his head down on your stomach and started to shake.

You moved the hair off the back of his neck to try and cool him off. Rosie kept tapping him on the leg persistently, but then Sam lifted his head to look at you. “Can you put my hair up?” he asked you and you grabbed the hair tie off your wrist and tied his hair up into a bun. He put his head back on your stomach and asked you if you could eat the ice cream in the car. You nodded and waited for him to lift his head back up.

Once he had lifted his head and looked at you, you backed up to let him stand. Rosie had eventually stopped tapping, but you could tell she was still worried. You helped him out of the chair and to the car. 

Once you two got to the car, you put your ice creams down on the roof and helped him get into the car. Rosie sat between his legs and stayed attentive. 

You handed him his ice cream which surprisingly was still frozen. You grabbed yours off the roof of the car and went over to the driver's side. 

You got in and sat facing Sam, as you always loved to look at him whenever you ate. 

He said, “I'm sorry we couldn't eat outside,” and put his head down.

Your eyes widened and you told him, “You never have to apologize for that. Ever. It's alright.” You put your hand on his thigh and comfortably rubbed it. 

He put his hand on top of yours and grabbed it. He kissed your hand and put it up against his cheek. You both finished your ice cream, so you grabbed both cups and threw them in the trash. 

On the drive home, Sam was unusually quiet. Normally, he would talk to you the entire way home. 

Once you got home, he got out first and avoided you. He and Rose were inside before you could even turn the car off. 

You went inside and didn't see them downstairs. You heard Sam moving around in the room. You walked into your bedroom and saw Sam. 

He had his shirt off and he was lying down in the swivel chair you had in the bedroom. You walked into the room and grabbed your bathing suit.

“I'm going for a swim to cool off, feel free to join me.” You told him.

He got up and quickly walked over toward you as you were walking to the closet. 

“Honey, I'm sorry for what happened today. I just wanted to be with you today, and I ruined it.” He said.

You swiftly turned around and told him, “Samuel, you did not ruin anything. At all. You do not need to apologize.”

He grabbed your waist from behind and held you close to him. He said to give him a few minutes to get ready.

You got into your suit and he got in his fire engine red swim trunks.

He grabbed towels and followed you downstairs. You heard Rosie’s feet follow down the stairs. You went to the back deck and grabbed the towels from Sam and put them on one of the pool chairs. 

You got in first, then Rosie jumped in, then Sam came in. Sam swam over to where you and Rosie were. He wrapped you up in his arms and kissed your forehead.

Once you had gotten out, you and Sam took a shower, not wanting your hair to dry out. Sam gave Rosie a bath outside. 

Sam came upstairs and asked you if he could use your skincare products. You nodded and asked if he wanted you to do it for him. He nodded and sat down on the bed. 

You stood between his legs and did his skincare, then kissed him. 

You heard Rosie coming up the stairs and she then jumped into the bed to be next to Sam.

You loved your little family, even if it was just the three of you.

[once-and-future-loser]

My Fandom Informed Experience Attending the 2024 USGP in Austin TX

Hey!  I just wanted to share my favorite experience at the 2024 USGP in Austin TX.  My goal is to provide some tips and general information from a fandom perspective to those thinking about attending in the future!  I've been to many comic cons, two Supernatural conventions, plenty of Ren faires, tons of baseball, soccer, hockey, basketball, football games as well as a number of horse races and concerts.  So that's my background.  Read if you want!

Thursday 

So we flew into TX on the Thursday before.  The airport and rental cars were a nightmare.  Be sure to book ahead and separately (don't book the car through the airline) and confirm as much as you can by phone.  (I'm a paranoid anxious traveler, but also with the UT vs. Georgia game the same weekend the greater Austin are probably increased in size by 400,000-500,000 people that weekend so…)

Anyway, we got to our Airbnb in a Northern suburban area and then took a train downtown (the returning train is at like 8 so might not be a good option for you, but I have a weird train thing).  There was amazing BBQ and the downtown is decent, no Chicago or Nashville, but pretty cool.  There were some pop-up F1 events (that we missed because my dad wanted to see the bats fly out of the bridge (they didn't come out that night)) that you should totally look into and try to go to.  We checked out the music scene and bars and then called it a night.  Not a lot of night life happens downtown till later, so wouldn't really recommend that kinda stuff, but if that's your thing definitely check it out!

Friday

Let's get into the good stuff.  We bought our general admission and Lot R parking pass ahead of time.  I highly recommend this, but it's a pretty long walk so be prepared for that reoccurring theme for the whole weekend.  We got to the circuit around 8ish, took about 15-20 minutes to get parked and were inside the gates by around 9.  When we got in there were a ton of experiences and stores and whatnot.  I went straight to the fan stage because none of the driver interviews were advertised online.  There was a schedule on the screens there.  So it's very important to get there when the gates open to see the schedule and secure a spot to watch.

We then walked around to all the GA viewing spots just for fun.  Early in the day Friday is the only time you'll be able to do this without waiting in significant lines to cross bridges or service roads.  We watched FP from the area between T2 and T3 then SQ from T19.  Great spots and some interesting people to meet.  Merch is hella expensive, but ya gotta get something at the track just because.  COTA Merch is much more reasonable than the F1 stuff.  I also got a branded personalized cowboy hat with my initials and the shape of the circuit which was pretty cool!  

We didn't stick around for Sting because we wanted to go to Academy Sports and Outdoors to buy some $6 fold up chairs.  You need these for GA.  Believe me.  Sitting on the ground on dried up dusty Texas drought stricken grass sucked.

Saturday 

We managed to sneak water into the track and some snacks as well which helped a lot because food was expensive.  $20 a meal per person and $16 for a beer roughly.  We also got the race radios from Amex with my card, although they seemed to give them to anyone really.  

I insisted we get there as the gates were opening which is good because it got us front seats for the driver interviews.  They were really cool but only about 10mins per team and then Hass and RBR shared a slot.  

I knew going into it that I would not meet any important people and would not get much exposure to the drivers.  So that realistic expectation was very helpful.  It's a sporting event for hundreds of thousands of spectators after all and I'm a simple musician and office worker so I couldn't afford anything like paddock club passes.  GA was under $500 which I thought provided A LOT of value.  Money well spent.  That being said, seeing the drivers IRL was still really really cool and fulfilling in a reasonably healthy way.  Would a picture or handshake been cool like when I met Jared, and Jensen in Nashville at a SPN con?  Yes.  But that's NOT what kind of event this is, which I knew going into it.  All that to say, if you want to go to meet a driver and engage in that kind of fan event, it's likely not realistic.  But I love the sport as well so the race was my real reason for attending and talking with other fans was cool.  I wouldn't bring up RPF if I was you…. But I could tell the amount of lore I knew about the drivers and their interconnected careers did raise some suspicion amongst those I talked to.  But I'm paranoid.  Mostly people (my dad mostly lol) were impressed with how much I knew about the actual racing.

Anyway.  We watched the sprint and qualy in the shade in front of the T10 grandstands which was perfect to then get into the entrance for Eminem after (my dad wanted to see him, I couldn't have cared less).  Then we left before he was done and beat all the traffic.

Sunday

We got to parking lots when they were supposed to open (note that they changed the traffic pattern that day so keep your wits about you.  There's not much signage to help on Elroy Rd.) and they were already open and starting to fill.  We wanted to sit at turn one which took us close to an hour to walk there.  There's always a line to cross the track on the bridges.  There's a tram but we never used it.  That day they were randomly checking bags, but they didn't look in my backpack so not an issue for me and my food and water.

By the time we made it to Turn one it was already packed but we managed to get a decent spot.  This was 8:30am. 

The good News is there are a ton of other races going on during the day so you don't get too bored waiting seven hours for the actual race.  Plus there's the drivers parade and the delight of getting to shout “boos” and curses at the rich fuckers getting hot laps and special track tours on semi trailers.  So definitely worth getting there early.

Speaking of "boos", the only real ones I heard were for the rich people and the governor of Texas (for obvious reasons) there was some booing of Max, but not too much.

We also chatted with the people around us.  Lots of Checo fans and the guy in front of me was a Max fan but was “tired of him winning all the time” and was wearing a Norris jersey.  So.  Hot take.  Interesting people.  But really fun to talk with.  People get possessive of their spot so get to know those around you to secure yours and gain goodwill.

It's hot and sunny.  Bring sunscreen.

The national anthem and fighter jet flyover is cool and had me feeling patriotic.

Then the race which was a religious experience to see in person.  Seeing the pit stops even from afar and seeing the tires strategy.  Watching the overtakes and shouting and cheer with other fans was just indescribable.

After Charles won we quickly made our way to get into the long line to watch the podium ceremony from the track.  This is very cramped so he prepared.

The podium celebration was amazing and I took a few rocks from the gravel trap and rubber pebbles from the tires home as a souvenir.  Probably not supposed to, but hey.

We saw all the cars being inspected in parc ferme which was cool and then walked around the track to exit at T19.

Traffic getting out was hell, but my dad wanted air conditioning, which was in the car.  So….  I'd recommend doing something during that time like going up in the tower or doing other experiences or just hanging out.  Let the traffic die down.

We flew out the next morning.  TSA was packed and took some time so I advise getting there at least 3 hours early or more.  I have precheck and it was still an ordeal.

So all around a fantastic weekend that I will cherish forever.  My dad was even tolerable if not even enjoyable to be around, so the whole thing about fathers and their gay sons and Motorsports brings people together. Blah blah blah.

Anyway, if you have any questions feel free to drop an ask or send a DM.  I plan on pretty much leaving Tumblr after this post, but I'll leave my email notifications on and I'll hopefully get back to you.  If you want to see some pictures I took, search the tag OFL goes to Austin.

Hope this was informative!!

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[everydayesterday]

I thought that perhaps karma would be on my side this year. On New Year's Eve, I helped a boy (aged 5-7, I think) find his mother in a crowd of thousands at the fireworks (she then chided him for wandering off), so the universe should be kind to me, right?

January has been tough; I've just felt so tired; I'm getting too much sleep, and need to lay down to sleep during the day. My mood isn't great; I've been irritable; I feel so nightmarishly touch-starved (and so utterly depressed and worried and panicking that it might be this way forever; I am not built to be touch-starved). I've got car trouble, but I've got appointments to make, and I can't get my car in for service because the city has been shut down for a week because of ice and snow. One appointment doesn't have an email or website to get in touch with them, and their phone number goes straight to voicemail that they're closed because of the storm. The car trouble has meant that I haven't been out birding (I really wanted to attend the festival of the cranes in Decatur) or even just walking around either; I haven't felt like taking a walk in the neighbourhood (that's the fatigue coming into play). I've had to fret about frozen pipes—we've been setting records during this cold snap; my house isn't necessarily built for winters like this; hello climate change. My blood glucose has also been off; likely because of my lack of vigorous activity (I haven't hit my goal of 5 miles/day since January 5, nor have I completed an entire workout session since getting back to Nashville; that's almost 2 weeks now). I need to get groceries, but again, the car trouble (and the fatigue, so no carrying them home), and I don't want to spend any money until my credit card statement period turns over (I'm not hard up for cash; I just want to try doing a better job of hitting monthly budgets). My pharmacy hasn't been able to get one of my medications filled; they were supposed to get re-stocked the day the storm initially hit; for now, it's out of sync with the rest of my renewals. I'd like to be social with people here on tumblr, so I just don't feel up to it right now (so apologies if we were talking and I've disappeared). I feel so exhausted.

I suppose I'll be repeating all of this once I can actually get in to see my therapist; I've already had to push our appointment back because of the ice storm.

[nancypullen]

Thursday

Hey there! Remember me?  I disappeared for a few days, but here we are again - get comfy, we’ll chat. Yesterday we climbed out of our rut (honestly, it’s a lovely rut) and pointed the car toward the mighty Atlantic Ocean.  We decided to see what all the fuss is about Rehobeth Beach, and also to find a particular bookstore where David Sedaris will be signing on May 30th (we have tickets and I’m excited!).  Rehobeth Beach is 48 miles from Denton, and it was a beautiful day for a drive - so off we went. I get it now.  Wide beaches of clean sand, clear water, and a boardwalk that rivals any I’ve ever seen. Restaurants, arcades, and the shops, oh my, the shops!  Did I take photos? Not many.  I’ll have to raid whatever the mister snapped.  I was too busy poking around in alleys like this.

Hundreds and hundreds of unique shops, really diverse dining options, and everything from scooter rentals to paddleboards.  I knew exactly where we’d be having lunch when I saw this spot.

Go Fish, a true British fish & chips place.  Mickey is a sucker for fish & chips.  Me, not so much, but I figured there’d be something else on the menu.  It was charming inside and The Beatles were playing on the sound system. All good signs.

We sat in a booth and thoroughly enjoyed our lunch.  Mickey raved about the fish & chips and I had a hearty plate of bangers and mash.  It made me glad I’d skipped breakfast.  

After lunch we strolled down the main drag and found the bookstore, BrowseAbout Books.  What a delightful store!  Super friendly staff, eager with recommendations, an amazing inventory (even a wonderful children’s section), home decor, cards, tees, etc.  I love a good independent bookstore.

They truly offer something for everyone. So we checked that off our list and we’ll be back there on May 30th.

The ticket includes a cop of the book, which I already have, so I’ll just have him sign my copy for Matt.  Matt and I went to see David Sedaris in Nashville many years ago and had a ball.  We gave him a rubber hand to sign.  It made him laugh. If you know, you know.  If you don’t, read this. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2003/03/10/whos-the-chef Anywayyyy, after exiting BrowseAbout Books we walked around, visited a few more shops, got a sweet treat (ice cream cone for Mickey, caramel popcorn for me) and headed home.  The road west is lined with shopping opportunities and I asked the mister to pull into Home Goods.  It’s my church and I’ve been missing services.  I needed to fill my soul.  And I did.  It didn’t take much.  I bought three small things.

A small picture frame to hold a sweet photo of Little Miss. 

This adorable little bird who will keep me company in my spot on the porch.

There she is by the flowers, looking ready to burst into song.

And finally, these pretty bells to sway in the breeze - also for my spot.

A whole bag of happy for just $30.  Did I need to spend it? No. DO these things make me smile and lift my heart? Absolutely yes. Some women drink wine, some spend a fortune on hair and nails, I buy birds and shiny things. 

Speaking of birds, they love the new fence.  I swear, our feathered visitors have increased since we put the fence up.  The local cats can’t hide as well, so maybe they feel safer.  Any way you slice it, I have more bird song and a prettier yard. Winning!

I took three of the containers that I normally use on porch railings and put them on the fence. I love it.

Feeders, a bath, and blooms.  It’s birdie paradise.  I’ll probably add some pink or red flowers to those containers, but I like them just fine so far. Stanley still stops by for a drink. I think he loves cool water with just a hint of bird butt.

Time to weedeat. So there ya’ have it, a little bit of happy from our patch to yours.  I’m going to make a little lunch and go sit in my spot on the porch.  It’s a good day for doing nothing. Sending out love. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO - Nancy

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Have you met ZERO LAWRENCE yet? They’re the THIRTY-ONE year old BARTENDER that lives around SWINDELBROOK ST. APARTMENTS. I think they’ve lived in Seattle for ELEVEN MONTHS. From what I’ve heard, they’re ASSERTIVE, but once you’ve known them long enough you’ll find they can also be FICKLE. When I think of them, I usually think of THOROUGHFARE by ETHEL CAIN. 

name: zero lawrence.

gender: cis male.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

age: thirty-one.

birthday: december 14th.

zodiac: sagittarius.

birthplace: rye, east sussex.

neighborhood: swindlebrook street.

time in seattle: eleven months.

occupation: bartender.

HISTORY.

with a name like zero, it was hard for strangers not to have low expectations of him growing up. though the same could never be said about his parents — despite the fact they only named him zero due to being told that was their chances of having children on several different occasions by medical professionals.

even with their ironic and unusual choice of name for him, zero's parents only ever showered their little boy with love and affection, encouraging and supporting his every endeavour. zero was always taught he could do anything he set his mind to, a mindset he still carries around with him to this day.

zero's childhood was spent running up and down cobbled streets, begging his father to bury him up to his head on the beach of camber sands during summer holidays and staring outside his bedroom window wondering what lay beyond his small town's tiny borders

as much as zero loved his parents and his small town growing up, by the age of seventeen he knew small town life would never be enough for him. he wanted to travel, meet new people, experience the kind of love his father had for his mother and go on an adventure. when he was twenty one, he finally left his parents and east sussex behind with only one destination in mind — america. zero had spent his childhood obsessed with american sitcoms, falling in love with cities like the big apple, the windy city and the emerald city.

he purchased a one way ticket to new york with the money he had saved from his job at his local pub from the age of nineteen, leaving behind everyone and the life he knew. zero had left home with enough savings to last him several months before he would need to start looking for work. when his funds finally did start running low, he picked up a job in a diner where he would eventually meet the first great love of his life — or so he thought.

zero fell for this person fast and he fell hard, before he knew it they were making plans to drive across the country and exploring every nook and cranny together and for nine months that's what they did; driving across the country, sleeping in the back of their pick-up truck when they couldn't afford a motel, eating at every 24 hour diner they could find. it was the exact reason zero had wanted to leave home for in the first place. everything was perfect between them — or so he thought.

one morning zero awoke to learn they had disappeared and so was every dollar he had to his name. when he tried calling their cell phone, the only voice on the other end was one to inform the caller that this number was no longer in service. what he thought had been a whirlwind romance for him, had been a long-con for them. the only thing they had left him was their old pick-up truck, which zero immediately hopped in and headed further out west to texas — only for his truck to breakdown in albuquerque. with no money to take it to a repair shop, he decided on making alburquerque a pit stop so he could find a job and save up enough money to buy a another car and hit the road again.

it was between the ages twenty four to thirty that zero spent bussing tables in dallas, bartending at dive bars in nashville, working on a ranch in wyoming, spending some time in montana to see the rocky mountains and yellowstone national park and working blue-collar jobs in oregon. zero doesn't stay anywhere for too long, he's always searching for his next adventure, chasing that next high and his latest has lead him to seattle, washington. where he's spent the eleven months bartending at a strip club named the doghouse. out of all the jobs he's worked over the years, bartending is his favourite despite the unusual work hours. it allows him to meet people from all other the country, sometimes even the world and learn a piece of their story.

PERSONALITY.

+ assertive, captivating, dexterous, maverick and resilient. - airy, fickle, reticent, soft headed and opinionated.

TIDBITS.

his favourite song to workout to is confident by demi lovato.

this is one of his genuine messages from grindr, he still hasn't emotionally recovered.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ROMANTIC flirtationship / situationship / tinder matches / unrequited love / will they/won't they? / ex boyfriend/girlfriend / one night stand.

PLATONIC building neighbours / drinking buddies / work buddies / ride or dies / bromances / patrons / people he's met on his travels across america / the doghouse family.

ANTAGONISTIC noisy neighbours / drunks from the bar / exes / frenemies / rivals / the first great love of his life ( this would need to be plotted / discussed further but their name/gender/etc is utp ).

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

cousins by blood / sunshine and grump duo by fate @howlettbaz

doghouse bros / casual friends with benefits @budddywells

swindlebrook neighbours / @mikaylatilly @howlettbaz @budddywells @thaddtilly @murphyaltman

the doghouse family / @budddywells @mikaylatilly @murphyaltman

nashville drinking buddy / @henryxmonroe

hiking buddies / dad joke victim @rafacarreno

doghouse patron / trades shots for secrets about her life.. or at least tries to @estestrauss