#alternate lifestyle

[landsccape]

[lipikkawrites]

If life can remove people you never dreamt of losing, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.

-@lipikkawrites

[wickedh0rr0r]

[jolikmc-thoughts]

You can be whatcha wanna, no one should care. But, if you need external help to "cope" with "what" you are or the choices you've made, then maybe you should, instead, take a step back and re-evaluate what's going on in your life instead of relying on a flimsy, pay-to-play app by people preying on your insecurities.

I doubt what you're going through can be fixed for £7.99 a month.

Just sayin'.

[cheekios]

I will be homeless in less than 1 hours

I have to stress that my apartment wants me gone. Why you might ask? Because I’m one of the few tenants in the entire apartment complex that pays $1300 for rent meanwhile everyone else pays $1800-$1900. They want me out to the extent they don’t accept any late fees from me, but accepts from other residents. I asked the apartment manager why, she couldn’t give me answer. It’s the norm to have until the 5th of the month to pay rent but not for me.

Goal: $775

CA: $HushEmu

PP: emuslayter@gmail.com

I have to stress I’m not lazy or useless. I had a job despite having multiple disabilities. I’m not asking for a cookie or a pat on the back but its not easy. One small inconvenience really can set you up to be on the streets. Especially if you’re not privileged to have a good paying job with benefits. Like INSURANCE. Or parents that give a crap about you.

In my case the catalyst for this was simply my glasses breaking that snowballed me to eviction. I am legally blind and I have to thank diabetes for that. I cannot see without my glasses so it would be quite literally deadly for me to be on the roads. Ultimately I lost my job from “job abandonment”

I am asking for community support to stay housed. While I make this unfortunate transition. All I have is this community. There are ways beyond financial support that can help me. $1-$2 makes a significant impact

You can:

• Post on my behalf on all your platforms

• Urge your moots with large followings to reblog/retweet my posts

• You can interact fully with my posts to add traction

With the state of the world as it is right now. We need less apathy and more empathy. Please don’t ignore.

[spookylovers-world]

[minimalist-quotes]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right. Keep moving forward

-@lipikkawrites

[ajgrey9647]

The Quad Life

Honestly I don’t even know what this is. Its an AU of my already AU fan fiction. Inspired by a prompt for something else... so yeah here ya go:

Pulling his long, dark hair back into a ponytail, Tommy cleared his throat to get the others’ attention. His partner, Jason, reclined next to him on the couch, already focused on the solving the logistical problems that would surely arise on this new adventure. A thick notebook of lined paper was balanced on the White Ranger’s knee and a pencil dangled from his long fingers.

Raising his eyebrows, he glanced at the muscular, aloof man draped over the arms of an old recliner. His long hair brushed his shoulders on one side; the other was completely bald. Taking a long gulp of the large Mountain Dew at his elbow, he rolled his eyes.

“I’m listening. Can we get on with this?” he whined petulantly. “I don’t see why we need rules anyways.”

Another man lounging in the kitchen doorway, munching on a small bag of ruffled chips spoke up.

“That’s exactly why we need them. Things are different now,” the grey-haired man scolded.

Tommy nodded.

“That’s right. If we’re going to be serious about this, we have to have clear expectations. It can’t just be a messy free for all.”

“Well, I used to make rules all the time so I fail to see why Tommy gets to decide how this is going to be,” Drakkon continued.

The White Ranger shook his head in frustration.

“It’s not just me. We all decide what we will or will not agree to. When it comes to your body, Drakkon, then it’s strictly your rules. But sex isn’t the only area we have to come to an agreement on,” Tommy sighed.

Jason spoke up, sitting up from under his boyfriend’s arm.

“He’s right. We need to figure out the logistics first before we get into the spicy stuff. If we get busted, then none of that other stuff will matter,” he pointed out.

Drakkon took another big pull on his soda and groaned.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to be drinking that?” Red nodded at the beverage.

Hazel eyes narrowed and the tyrant scowled at his former pet.

“Someone’s enjoying their new freedom,” he snarked, flipping Red the finger.

Tommy rapped his pencil loudly on the end table, cutting into Drakkon’s insult.

“That’s the point. He is free now, but he’s choosing to be with us.”

Pointing the sharpened end of the writing utensil at the soda bottle, Tommy added.

“He’s right about the Mountain Dew by the way. You have a hard enough time calming the fuck down.”

Giving a dramatic sigh, Drakkon replaced the lid of his drink and waved his hand.

“Alright, lets move along with this conversation. I’ll just lay here and dehydrate.”

Jason stood and paced as he thought, a common tactic when he was strategizing. Tapping a finger to his chin, he mused to the assembled group.

“Well, we have a place of our own now. Thanks to the mysterious interested party who offered Tommy’s uncle a large amount of cash for this lake cabin,” he started.

Drakkon now waved his hand like a prom queen.

“You’re welcome!”

Jason ignored him and continued down the list of possible issues that could come up. Tommy scribbled notes as his boyfriend spoke. The Red Omega was in charge of coordinating the terms and conditions of their quad relationship outside of their new home.

“We’re far enough from Angel Grove that those two can go out in the community without anyone recognizing them for who they really are. If anyone from the team is out this way, we need to let each other know so Drakkon and Red can lay low. Otherwise, the agreement was that Red is my uncle and Drakkon is his partner, correct?” he asked, looking at the other three faces for verification.

“Fine by me,” Red answered, shrugging. He crossed the wooden floor to settle onto the opposite end of the couch.

Drakkon merely twirled his finger in the air.

“Whatever,” he grunted.

Jason now looked to the older men and raised a finger.

“That brings me to my next point. Drakkon and Red aren’t going to work as names here. We can’t have people talking about the two newcomers with strange names. That might get around. So you two need to pick regular names,” he instructed, before another thought occurred to him.

Looking to Tommy, he raised a brow.

“They’ll probably need ID’s, won’t they? Not that they are probably going to be doing any driving, but if someone asks or something, we need one.”

The White Ranger frowned as he jotted that point down on his list.

“I used to have a fake one. But I got it from someone else. I can try to do it though,” he offered.

At that, Drakkon gave a loud laugh, his head tilted back.

“What?” Tommy snapped, indignantly.

Drakkon whipped a faux tear off his cheek.

“Kiddo, you and I both know that wasn’t our forte. They always came out like ass for one reason or another. Just let me drop a discreet wad of cash in the right hands and have someone else do it,” he snickered. “Its not like buying this place drained all my resources.”

Jason looked pointedly at Drakkon.

“Can you do it without it coming back to bite us?”

Now the tyrant pulled a face.

“Look who you’re talking to, duckling. I have always been excellent at explaining the risks of crossing me,” he grinned, looking over at Red, who just nodded and stuffed another chip in his mouth.

“So that just leaves the issue of picking names. Do either of you have any ideas about what you want to go by now?” Jason asked, looking from one face to the other.

Red shrugged, licking the salt from his lips as he struggled to think of a suitable name.

“Maybe something with a ‘J’ since I used to be Jason. Know any good ones?” he answered.

“Isn’t Jay a name?” Drakkon tried, before dismissing it. “Never mind. I don’t think that suits you.”

Tommy ran through a list out loud while the other three men mentally tried them out on the bespectacled partner.

“John, Jonathan, James, Jayden, Jamie…” he muttered.

“That one!” the tyrant shrieked as Tommy got to the last one, making everyone jump.

Jason glared at him.

“Why do you get to pick his name?”

Drakkon looked at him like he was stupid.

“Because that’s the name I’ll be moaning. Plus aren’t Tommy and I the dominants here?” he snarked again. “I also picked his name the last time.”

Red tried it out a few times softly as he slowly nodded his head, fingers threading through his trimmed beard.

“It’s fine with me,” he shrugged. “I can live with that.”

“Alright, if you’re fine with it, then that’s what we’ll start calling you,” Jason sighed, then looked at Drakkon. “And you?”

Giving Jason and Tommy a sly look, he admitted.

“I already picked one. Didn’t have a choice when I had to sign the paperwork your uncle brought when met at that restaurant to finalize our deal. Luckily, he didn’t worry about ID when I showed him the case full of cash.”

He grinned, drawing out the anticipation of his name announcement.

The other three just stared at him, not giving the indulgent man what he wanted.

Drakkon huffed.

“My name is David. You know, like David Hasselhoff!”

Jason burst out laughing, Tommy stared at Drakkon in disbelief, and Red just shook his head and smiled.

“Fits you,” he smirked at his former master.

The tyrant spread his arms and looked at Tommy and Jason.

“Ok. What’s next?”

Fighting his laughter back, the Red Omega struggled to get back on task. He moved behind Tommy to read the notes over his shoulder. He nodded silently at what his boyfriend had written out so far.

“So, that would be clothes. Drakkon, I mean David, you need to take Jamie and go shopping for clothes. Regular stuff too, not all kinky leather costumes. You have to be able to go out in public.”

“Am I just a purse with legs to you all?” he accused, before giving a possum-esque grin. “Just kidding. I love playing the rich benefactor.”

Jason shook his head.

“You’re getting something out of our arrangement too, David. Don’t forget that.”

Drakkon raised a finger abruptly.

“If I’m paying for home décor too, then I get to make all the decorating decisions,” he demanded.

Jason glanced at Tommy and Red. When they both denied caring about picking out dinner plate patterns, the Omega rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But can you keep it normal? Nothing immoral or warped in case someone shows up. And if you pick a bunch of super expensive shit, that’s not going to work either. It doesn’t fit the backstory we’ve already decided on,” he instructed the former evil Ranger.

“Fine,” Drakkon huffed. “I’ve been there, done that anyways.”

Tommy also read over the list of logistical issues.

“Ok, we’ve talked about names, ID’s, clothes, when to lay low, the backstory… what else?” the White Ranger asked, looking at Drakkon and Red. “Anything you guys want to add?”

“Can we discuss sex now? All this other stuff is boring,” Drakkon pressed. He defiantly grabbed his Mountain Dew again and slung it back, daring someone to say something.

“Is that all you can think about?” Tommy grouched.

Drakkon laughed and winked.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” he answered.

Jason threw his hands up and sighed.

“Fine, if that’s something we can get out of the way, we can discuss domestic responsibilities later. Drakkon, oh God, I mean David, I assume you want to start?”

Now the newly christened David stood and paced before the assembled group.

“If I’m making rules about my body, then I’m letting you all know now, I’m a dominant top. I know Jason and Jamie don’t mind playing with each other, but I don’t think Tommy and I will match well in the sack. You know, we’ve had a past of despising each other,” he declared. “But I’m more than happy to bed the other two.”

“Fair enough,” the White Ranger added. “I have no desire to fuck around with you either, David. I also want Jason and Jamie.”

He scratched behind his ear with the pencil, thinking.

“I’d say I’m usually a dominant top but I’m open to taking orders on occasion.”

Jason reclined against the side of the couch, arms crossed.

“So overall, the big picture is David/Jamie and Tommy/Jason as our main relationship with Jamie and I being submissive pets and you two our dominant masters. But pets can be swapped. That sound right?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Then Jamie and I need to take extra measures to ensure our safety and that our boundaries are known clearly. Because we are not just interchangeable sex dolls,” he stressed, looking directly at the tyrant. “What is ok with Jamie might not be for me. Especially since he has more ‘experience’. But he might want to do some of that wild shit anymore since he has a choice now.”

Red tilted his head, thoughtfully.

“Right now, I’m fine with what I’ve been doing. I’m pretty used to all of it. I just want it respected if for some reason I do say ‘No’ to something,” he murmured. “Like if I get too sore from rough-housing with three muscular guys.”

Tommy paused his notation and stared at Drakkon intently.

“We will respect it, right?” It wasn’t really a question.

“Of course,” Drakkon sighed.

Jason smiled.

“Good. Jamie and I can compare notes later regarding specific acts and situations he’s done with David so I can decide if I’m comfortable performing it or not. Then we can discuss those with you.”

Jamie put forth a topic next; he had so far been pretty laid back about all the decisions, which concerned Tommy. It was important he feel he was an equal partner in this quad. In the overall relationship, they each had a say with their own boundaries and hard limits as well as what they wanted to experience.

“We should probably discuss the issues of ‘marking’ and ‘collaring’ especially since we will be seen in public,” the soft-spoken man advised.

Jason’s eyes widened and he nodded.

“Good idea. If Jamie and I always walk around looking like we got our asses beat, people will talk and someone might call the police. Especially since we sometimes get carried away. I think we need to be discreet if we have a black eye or busted lip and if we have a bruise or cut we can cover, we should do so. Just remember, we want to avoid trashy gossip,” he stated, watching as Tommy wrote this item down and turned the page.

His hand then went to his collar, a thin black leather necklace that was in reality a discreet collar. Tommy’s version was actually a key but no one could tell by sight alone. Looking to Jamie and David, he decided to ask what their thoughts were regarding a collar.

“Jamie, I’m going to guess David is in favor of a collar. Do you want to wear one? Obviously, it won’t be some golden, blinged out monstrosity like you had before. Something less obvious,” he asked his doppelganger.

“You know I’m pro-collar, darling,” David spoke up. “Rest assured I can pick you out something socially appropriate.”

Jamie crumpled his empty chip bag and pitched it into a nearby can.

“I’d prefer a collar. My neck has felt pretty bare ever since my other one broke,” he commented.

Now, Tommy spoke up as he stood for his turn to speak.

“Does it matter who marks who as far as biting and all that? Like David and I can mark either of you? David, I need to know if you have any objections to that too.”

David shrugged.

“I personally don’t care. We are basically the same person and so are they. Yes, we all have personal preferences but I won’t feel territorial if you bite my pet as long as I can do the same.”

Both Jason and Jamie nodded in agreement.

“I’m going to suggest we take it easy on that like I mentioned with the bruises and cuts so people don’t talk. Maybe do it in areas we can cover,” the Red Omega suggested.

The group easily agreed.

Then Tommy brought up an overlooked situation.

“What about Jamie and Red marking each other or playing without us present? We haven’t discussed that since you and I are the dominants and don’t have any interest in each other sexually.”

“Interesting point, Tommy,” David commented. “I’d be sad to miss such a delicious sight but again, it’s like they’re doing some futuristic masturbation.”

Jason and Jamie looked at each other thoughtfully. Each knew the other was on the same page.

Jamie fielded the question.

“I think Jason and I are more interested in playing with each other for our masters’ enjoyment, not just because we want to fuck each other. But I say we just leave it open. We haven’t all lived together like this before,” he answered. “He might want me to teach him some things.”

He gave Jason a wink then as David and Tommy growled in arousal.

The White Ranger shook his head to clear it so he could get to another important area.

“Something I think is vital is checking in with whoever we are playing with to make sure they are comfortable. Having appropriate safe words is another thing. Jason and I don’t use ‘green’ or ‘red’ as code words due to our Ranger colors. We might be role playing and it could get confusing.”

Jason put his arms around his partner’s shoulders.

“Also, Tommy always makes after care a priority. He doesn’t just use me like a sex toy then abandon me. We talk about what we did and if there was something that bothered us or made us feel upset for some reason.”

David pulled Jamie up from the couch and gave him a nuzzle, kissing his temple.

“You know all that is new to me, but I will make sure we keep communication open. Especially considering our prior dynamic. I don’t want you revert back to feeling like you can’t refuse me. But with our history, I think we both got pretty good at reading each other’s body language and facial expressions,” he whispered against Jamie’s lips.

“Same with me,” Tommy spoke up. “I might not be as good as reading you as David is, so I think it’s a good idea for us to move more cautiously.

Jason squeezed his boyfriend more tightly.

“The list Jamie and I come up with for our boundaries and wants will help. But we should never just assume anything. We can all stop this at any time for any reason. Understood?”

All four men agreed.

“I don’t think any of us could have seen this in our futures,” the White Ranger laughed.

“Definitely not,” David smiled, caressing Jamie’s jaw. “But I think I much prefer this life to the one I had before.”

“Same,” Jamie quipped, grinning back.

“Oh my God, you guys. You know if we ever get caught by the others, they will fucking kill all four of us, right?” Jason warned.

David gave his Cheshire Cat grin, all teeth showing.

“Don’t worry, duckling. I know a thing or two about being sneaky.”

[lipikkawrites]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right.

Keep moving forward.

-@lipikkawrites

[longreads]

Not Just Communes: A Reading List on Intentional Communities

Christine Ro brings us six stories highlighting communal living, past and present. 

Like many people, I developed some strange fixations during the pandemic. One week, I fell down an embarrassing rabbit hole of watching, and learning the rules of, sheepdog trials. It was all too easy to sentimentalize rural traditions while cocooned within my 16th-floor apartment.

Intentional communities offered a more enduring fascination. They’ve been described as voluntary living arrangements of at least five people from multiple families, with a sense of affinity outside of the mainstream, though not necessarily pooled income. For instance, one tiny community that I learned about was a 10-person household in rural Austria, made up of  permanent members and donation-based visitors, in a continuing battle for financial solvency and a critical mass of residents. Overall, it’s not hard to see why the pandemic drove my curiosity about intentional communities. Being cooped up at home naturally made me consider alternatives for a less isolated life.

Check out the reading list. 

[starlight-dreams]

Wearing the first brand dress I got back when I was first starting out in lolita fashion. I still really love it so past me made a good choice! 🤎🧸

Kumakumya enjoying the morning golden hour ✨

IG: @_cinnamontea_

[schoollover]

Au: your camera roll, but you’re dating Eric Winter from The Rookie

[blackrosetrades]

[spookysalem13]

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Halloween 🎃 despite it being a day on the calendar, is more than a day, it's more than a season or time of year. It's a lifestyle of the spooky 👻 bitches 😎.

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)