#and he didnt even fix the truck

[femmeboyhooters]

Me: Hey wow this thing $10 would really help me feel like a person again, can I get it?

Husband: Yeah I'll pick it up

Husband on his way home: Hey you know that thing that would really help you feel better? Yeah well imma skip that errand today bc -insert list of arbitrary reasons- but I'm still gonna run *my* errand that i wanna do for fun

He then proceeds to take an hour and a half to get two errands done despite the fact that my errand would have added maybe ten minutes onto that

[littleplantfreak]

Silly/Clumsy WB boys HCs

I see hcs like this and theyre always fun/make me laugh o(｀ω´ )o

Sakura’s food went down the wrong pipe at a restaurant and when the waiter asked if it was because it was too spicy, he insisted through coughing and tears that that definitely wasn’t the case (he could tell they didnt believe him though)

Tsugeura sometimes lets one rip by accident when he’s exercising. Not even a little fart either, the kind that stops everyone from what they’re doing.

One time Nirei stubbed his toe so hard, he fell and grabbed onto the nearest object. Unfortunately that was the back of Sakura’s pants, making him accidentally moon a few people in class.

Word recall is hard sometimes. So when Choji calls an ambulance a ‘hospital truck’ really what can you do? At least he’s using words. Sometimes he just mimes the shape or action of the thing and insists that you know what he’s talking about. Will draw a picture if he gets frustrated enough, but if it’s something intangible? Well it’s a guessing word game. (Togame is the best at it, but Inugami is on Choji’s wavelength enough that he’s pretty accurate too)

Hiragi calls the first years by the wrong name sometimes, like a mom with too many kids. He’ll yell and say Sugishita when he means Sakura, but he does apologize before yelling again.

Because he’s around older guys a lot, Togame sometime uses really old words or sayings. You haven’t hear the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs” or he’s “bleeding like a stuck pig” in years until you’re stuck under an awning during a passing storm or he comes back from a rough fight, nose still bleeding profusely. Also keeps bag balm/cetaphil, some other really good lotion for calluses and dry skin and just kinda slaps it on whatever shishitoren member he sees who’s hands are cracking, saying that the skin won’t heal as well when they’re older so they better take care of it now.

Umemiya’s got the worst habit of losing, dropping, or sitting on his glasses. He doesn’t realize it until he hears the snap and he’s got them taped up until he can go get them fixed again.

Kaji’s kind of a messy eater. Especially with ice cream or food with sauce on it. Started to get better with checking his face after eating after Hiragi slapped a wet wipe on his face after he devoured a rack of ribs, leaving him looking like he’d cannibalized someone

[lipswoaface]

dating sean diaz hcs pt 2

- before esteban fixed up a car for sean, u guys would always take the public bus around seattle

- his favorite dates r the ones where u guys go into random small stores and thrift shops

- both of u guys cackle REALLY LOUD at tacky shirts with stupid sayings and get looks from people 😭

- ur fav thing is to go “i found something ud like” and watch sean look up from the racks in excitement to see an overly patriotic shirt that says “don’t touch my truck”

- his face drops into a frown and he picks out something 10x uglier and say it looks like something ud wear

- sean secretly buys what u say is cute but u cant afford bc thrifting is so expensive for no reason these days

- “guess what i got” and he slithers it out of his bag with an evil smile 😭 suddenly him dissing u for an hour straight doesnt even matter anymore

- once esteban texts sean for dinner u guys hop on the bus back home. he never asks sean to come home for dinner alone though! common courtesy to invite the gf

- sharing wired earbuds on the bus ride home always. sean plays little love songs bc he only listens to music that he relates to in that specific moment 😭 corny but cute. he def has songs in his head that he thinks are ur guys’ songs and plays them every chance he gets

- when u first started eating with the diaz family it was so painfully awkward

- though he kind of likes it now, he did not want his girlfriend to get to know esteban or daniel too well LMAO he didnt want to be embarrassed by anything they possibly could say

- still, even when he tried so hard to avoid it, daniel and esteban still found their ways

- estebans the kind of dad to bring up embarrassing stories about sean when he was a kid bc he KNOWS how much his son would hate it

- “y’know (y/n), im surprised seanie boy over here even managed to get a girlfriend in the first place”

- “why is that, mr. diaz?”

- “i remember he thought girls couldn’t poop until he was in middle school! i had to break the news for him—he was in denial for weeks. his voice was shaking when i told him and everything!” u can see sean pause mid-chew in the corner of his eye 😭 “and please, call me esteban”

- you just awkwardly nodded and tried to not bust out laughing. sean notices and kicks u under the table which makes u ACTUALLY bust out laughing

- esteban and daniel knew from there u were one to be trusted

- “i bet (y/n) doesn’t poop” daniel randomly said when u left that night. seans immediately swiveled his head around 😭

- just like with lyla, daniel seemed to have a crush on u as well. the only difference is that sean tries to shut it down REALLY quick.

- “she shits all the time. sometimes i wipe her ass for her bc she shits so much”

- daniel’s “eww…” is like music to his ears

- u always playfully punch him when he does this in front of u and ask why he makes u look bad in front of him

- sean never admits its bc hes jealous of a little kid 😭 he just changes the subject and kisses u bc he thinks hes sneaky

- over the summer he randomly got a buzz and didnt say anything to anybody

- he just opened his front door standing there bald as if nothing happened and ur eyes wld just kind of widen

- u wld eventually tell him it looks good tho bc it DOES he pulls it off so well

- that summer u wld always randomly start feeling his head because the texture is so interesting

- it got to the point where hed just sit on the floor in front of wherever u were so ud get to feel his freshly mowed head

- he always ends up dozing off bc its so comforting and u wld feel his head pressed on ur inner leg.

- u also get the privilege of cutting/buzzing his hair 😋

- sean doesnt trust himself so u guys sit for 40 mins watching a brad mondo video before u start going ape on his hair

- he gets kind of nervous when u get close to his face and does that thing where u switch between a persons right eye and left eye while smiling awkwardly 😭

- surprisingly it turns out good!

- i feel like ud be super nit-picky on ur work, thinking its total ass. he wld just say its perfect over and over again

- he always stares at any reflective surface and smiles like a dork in front of it. even if u did do a shit job, he probably wouldnt notice or care all that much bc he loves blindly ❤️

im on winter break so i get to be cringe and free for endless hours thank u to like the 3 other people who also like sean diaz. u r all real ones

[princessbrunette]

read some of ur older stepbro!jj stuff and thought abt reader having a date one day and jj feeling jealous but also super conflicted since he’s still battling the moral obligations of it all but it’s all fixed when you come to him when you get home begging for him to fix you cause the guy couldn’t touch you in the same way that jj does

jj thought he could move past it.

hell, he was the one who encouraged you to go on the date in the first place. you remember how that felt, the weird bitter sinking feeling in your chest when you’d told him some guy asked you out, hoping for a reaction deep down and instead being met with him adjusting his cap, sending you a carefree, squinty, classic JJ smile with a “cool, happy for ya.”

he obviously wasn’t, obviously wanted to find out who that guy was and stick his glock in the kids mouth for even thinking he could come close to you. but he knew how that looked, and jj wasn’t one to care about what people thought but this might’ve been a step too far. maybe it was for the best anyways, you could have something healthy.

jj came to the door and stared the guy down when he came to pick you up in his truck. super poguey— and that’s coming from jj, basic looking guy with fluffy surfer hair and a baggy tshirt. your stepbrother barely blinked as he locked eyes with the guy, a silent warning.

“i’ll make sure she’s back at a reasonable time.” the guy smiles, trying to be friendly. jj smiles too, but it’s anything but friendly.

“yeah ‘ya will, buddy.”

he doesn’t, of course — because it’s nearly 1AM when JJ hears the van quietly pull up and your copious amount of keychains jangling when you come back through the doors alone, the van driving off. well, atleast you didn’t invite him in.

like clockwork, his bedroom door creaks open, your silhouette in the moonlight slipping through and shutting it behind you. he watches you through lidded eyes as you toe off your shoes and creep over, pulling back the cover to slip into his bed with him.

jj yawns and stretches to pretend he’d been asleep and not staring at the clock biting his fingernails waiting for you to arrive home. he looks at the clock for theatrics, because he knew the time — and turns his scruffy head toward you in the dark.

“you’re home late. take it the date went well.”

you screw up in a ball right against him, rubbing your cold feet against his leg making him gently kick you. “hm. it was alright.” his heart leaps a little at the disinterest in your tone.

“just alright? no 5 star restaurant type o’date?” your eyes adjust in the dark and you see him staring down at your face, eyes flickering over your features like he was searching for a sign of something.

“not quite. typical pogues huh, who would have thought?” you joke softly, but there’s something you’re not saying. he stares for a moment before speaking.

“y’kiss him?”

“did more than that.” you mumble. his heart drops a little.

“what—” he clears his throat, gunning for a casual tone. “like what did you do… with him…”

you sigh, leaning on your elbow to really look at him. your brows tilt, creasing and you tip your head a little. “jj.” you whisper pointedly. he whispers your name in return, confused.

“he just…” you close your eyes, disappointed in yourself, the whole interaction feeling like a relapse. when you open your eyes, something has shifted. “he couldnt… touch me like you could. and it’s not that i didnt want it, i did— and i tried to get into it but… god JJ he sucked. it was like he was digging around for spare change between couch cushions.” the two of you stop to snicker like children, your body falling closer to his before you inhale, looking up at him again seriously. “just… left me all… wanting. high and dry. i knew that there was only one person who can fix the problem.” you whisper the last part extra quietly, ashamed.

he cups your jaw, bringing your gaze back up to his. “me. right?”

“yeah.”

he breaks into a grin. “well why didn’t you say so. lay back for me, yeah?”

it’s like he doesn’t even try, it’s effortless the way he touches you— makes you gush around his fingers with the slightest flick, creaming at his knuckles with the lightest brush of your clit. as your clammy back arches off his bed for the millionth time you start to think maybe the other guy wasn’t that bad. maybe you wouldn’t let yourself feel good— because it only feels good when it’s wrong. when it’s JJ.

[your-nanas-house]

people (me) needs more one shots of neil lewis and raymond leon to stay alive. Anything will be received with total appreciation n.n

For real! Such good characters, love them so much 🍓

In my neighbour's pool

◇ Pairing: Neil Lewis X gn!reader

◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, friends to lovers kind of, illegality, hate

◇ Summary: You're fed up with your neighbor and Neil knows it, so he makes a plan to get back at them and spend the evening with you.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It was a summer evening, it was hot and your best friend Neil had come to your house to tell you about his day.

He often came to visit you to steal things from your fridge and complain about his love life and the terrible orgasms he could only have while watching porn or sometimes movies.

You didnt mind most of the time, you loved Neil even though he could be quite nerdy and boring sometimes but you appreciate his company— not that evening though.

Your usual focus on him wasnt there, your eyes were glued on the house of your neighbour as you sipped your coke.

"Has Mrs. Bailey still bothered you?" Neil's voice interrupted your thoughts of hate and annoyance; he noticed that you werent actually listen to him since you were doing that humming and short replies that you always did when you werent really following something.

"Yeah, she's been a pain the the ass again. I swear I cant take it anymore, that lady needs to take some calming meds—" you scoffed, gritting slightly your teeth as you remembered what happened that morning

"She even got a fucking new pool in her backyard—" you murmured in anger, glancing at Neil when you noticed the silence.

His light blue eyes were focused on the house as well, his hands on his hip as he thought almost posing

"Why dont we go use that pool of hers? We could do something to take reveage" he suggested before listing options that he saw in a few recent movies he saw at the shop with his coworkers.

You honestly didn't mind the idea but you didn't want to cross the line too much, as not to get in too much troubles. If he would have suggested that a few weeks earlier you wouldn't have agreed but now that you were still extremely pissed at her, you went along with Neil.

Thats how you found yourself in the warm water of your neighbour's pool, wearing your swimsuit just like Neil, your hand stuck in his as you lowered it to free his hard cock.

His tongue kept exploring your mouth as your hand explored his length, squeezing his heavy balls to earn a whimper from his pretty swollen lips.

"You are pretty long, man" you murmured, kissing and nibbling at the tender skin of his neck, focusing on his adam's apple

"And-so-fucking-hard" your murmured as you stroked his cock a few times, taking a small pause at every word.

Neil's face was covered of a soft blush, his eyes were rolling back as his hips kept moving forewards, meeting your movements to fuck your hand faster— he was nearly meowing, letting soft moans and whimpers leave his mouth.

You could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his peak, his muscles flexing against your body, which was pressed against his, his cock throbbing and twitching at every movement of your skilled hand.

Neil came hard, letting out a meowing noise before catching his breath, his icy blue eyes now back open and focused on you

"Fuck that was—" he murmured, ready to praise your hidden skills and kiss you when a noise interrupted the both of you.

A shiver run down your spine when your neighbour walked out in her backyard, holding a bowl of milk and another one with cat's food

"Petunia, my lovely kitty, is that you? Mommy had your food—" the old annoying lady asked, making you hold back a laugh as you fixes quickly Neil's swim trucks— leading him quickly away from there as soon as you realized that the woman had probably heard your best friend's pathetic moans, mistaking them for the whining of one of her 8 cats.

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[thesrctsoftheuniverse]

finished season 4 last night and i once again have thought i would like to write down!!!

this time written on my phone bc im on holiday and havent gotten the wifi password for my laptop yet so bare with me

- may grant!!! I love that she got a bigger role this season. she’s so great and seeing her grow and learn the same way maddie had to learn was so beautiful to watch. her relationship to her mother is complicated but beautiful and i love that athena learns to accept that may is her own person. I hope we see more of her in season 5 and i hope we see more of athena and may together as well. her listening to her mom’s phonecall to 911…. I cried

-speaking of smaller characters getting bigger roles: josh!!! i LOVED what was basically a “josh begins” episode, he ATEEEEEE that one call where he had to direct several groups of LAPD officers around.

-bobby this season made me fear for a relapse. im so glad that he didnt relapse but im scared for him and worried. I hope he and athena can talk more and tbh i would love to see him open up again to the season 1 trio. chim, hen and buck helped him get sober after his relapse, i want to see them bond and vent together!!! the episode where he and michael played detectives LMFAOO

- i think ive mostly mentioned what i loved about athena this season in previous paragraphs, her relationship with may and her relationship with bobby. i absolutely LOVE how hard she went for that missing her, i loved her rescuing bobby from that sniper. there were some excellent scenes. i love her and hen together, my bestieesssssss!!!! i do wish to see her and bobby in more vulnerable scenes together, the fight and then aftermath of it was beautiful

-hen my love. what a rollercoaster. first of all i love her mom!!! she’s so fun and clearly trying to fix whatever went wrong between them. hen at med school is sosoosososo cool and i love her med school friends. she’s so cool being in med school even with everything else. I love seeing the main cast’s friends OUTSIDE of work, it adds so much to the characters . her and karen truly are so fucking important to me. the foster daughter arc with nia was so beautiful and heartbreaking. like im sorry you KNEW this could happen. but i love that they’re open to new placements even with the pain. and denny being involved!! and being scared of being taken away!!! Pls im gonna cry, the exact fear karen has

-chimney at the beginning of the season pissed me tf off. but then he was there for maddie in person and they were amazing!! girl dad chimney!! i love him, he loves his kid so much pleaseeeeee… and him telling the people who raised him how imporant they are to him. i love his character idk guys, hes just so wonderful to me. even if he clearly didnt see the signs of maddies post partum depression

- albert literally almost dying while his niece was being brought into the world was so fucking stressful jesus christ. i love him and i love his friendship with buck. uncle besties 4 life!!!

- maddie i love you so much. she was so beautiful this season, she deserves the world. she was so ready to be a mom but then post partum depression hit :( i hope she gets better, im glad she asked for help. her and buck’s storyline this season… the secret brother… for fucks sake how shocking and how HEAVY of a burden that must be to carry for so long. I love her so much.

- buck this season going to therapy…. Damn dont get too mentally stable or else they won’t know what to do with you anymore hahahaah!! nvm watch your loveofyourlife bestie get shot in front of you, have to crawl under a truck even with your trauma to save him and then literally try to keep him alive until the hospital only to then have to tell his son what is happening. heres moreeeee traumaaaaaaaa woooohooooo!!! ngl i liked him and taylor kelly this season, i kinda wish they would remain friends but i can deal with her as a love interest for now. shes an interesting character! his whole world being turned upside down when he was just starting to get better from the therapy by her sister admitting to them having a brother and him being born for spare parts. love you king, sorry you never get to be fully happy with yourself!

- eddie diaz you absolute cutie pie. will you ever be happy? Idk but you sure were bitchy this season. i fucking LOVED it, please tell me we get your bitchy ass back for season 5. him in the jinx episode??? I laughed so hard, truly an icon. I love ana flores but that man simply doesnt know what to do with a woman like her. oranywomanforthatmatter. him and chris is always beautiful, that is MY family. he loves that kid so muchz and him putting buck in the will?? hand in marriage next…. I knew what was coming from spoilers online but him being shot and the scenes after that of buck getting him inside the truck were so fucking nerve racking and also FUN!! what a moment.

-carla is back for 2 seconds and already spitting facts LMFAO

-the jinx episode was so fun and sossoossoso good pls more of it and more of ravi as well

-the treasure hunt episode was so good too!! I love episodes where they all get a bit silly

-the dam breaking and mudslide disaster was really good, especially with may being freshly at 911 dispatch and her MOM being stuck in a house that crashed down the hill. nothing tops the tsunami tho

- i want more buck and diaz scenes. and by diaz i mean chris.

thats all i can think fo rn my brain is tired i love travelling but it makes me so tired

[dyslexic-asexual]

Oh yeah? Well FUCK YOU man, I hope your CAR breaks down in the SNOW, and youre sitting there for HOURS waiting for HELP but NOBODY stops, until ONE pickup truck pulls over and a KINDLY mechanic gets out and says hes got a tow hitch on his TRUCK, but first we gotta get your car outta this SNOW BANK, so he helps you DIG your car out, and then lets you sit in his WARM truck while he tows your car, laughing and joking with you the WHOLE way, until you get to the repair place, and they say your car wont be fixed until AT LEAST tomorrow, so he asks you if you have a place to stay and you say NO, and he says "well I know Im just a stranger to you, but wont you come over for some hot food while you find a hotel?" And you think this is CRAZY but this guy didnt have to tow me, and besides the mechanics here all seem to know and trust him, what the HELL its just dinner? So you ride to his house with him, talking and laughing some MORE, and youre thinking "Ive never felt this way before, I thought I was STRAIGHT but hes kinda CUTE..." and you get to his house and he invites you IN, and as youre taking off your coat ready to spend a nice evening with your new crush you find out HE HAS A WIFE.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: explaining to Derek your new recent family drama. Derek cannot believe it

"Eli if you dont hurry up right now! i'm leaving without you!"

Sitting at the island holding your cup of coffee listening to your husband threaten to abandon he's Son at home with you. you smiled screaming out "AND IF YOUR HERE YOU'LL BE HELPING ME CLEAN OUT THE BASEMENT!"

it was your day off and you planned to start doing a deep clean of every room in the house. you do it once a year. getting ride of things that hasn't been touched in a year, hasn't been used and help keep the house less cluttered. Derek was thankful to be stuck at work fixing a Car vs helping you. since he had super strength you made him carry all the heavier boxes.

Eli Dashed out of his room saying he was ready as Derek kissed you quickly goodbye before the boys left you to the madness that is Spring Cleaning.

One closet in the basment in, and you got a call from your grandparents about the Car they gave you in the summer.

your old Jeep finally had it. it was too experienced to Fix up, even with a great deal of having a Mechanic husband. that you decided to sell your Jeep for scraps. well, your Grandparents Heard from your Mom about you being without a Vehicle and they had a Car laying around on their farm so they gave it to you. you Figured your Husband could fix anything. so you agreed. and were thrilled to get a car that was Newer than your old Jeep it wasn't a Brand new car it was before 2015 but you were so thankful and appreciated the kind gesture.

you and Derek were told it was in "perfect" condition. which in your mind. meant it was in Perfect condition! but the moment you started the Car Derek heard a Funny sound and suggested he drive it. home and you take his truck. Derek didnt' want to cause trouble. your family had a hard time accepting him into the family. and after Five years together him and your family were finally in a good space and he didn't want to ruin it. So you took his truck.

Once Home he said you weren't driving that Car Not until he fixed it. the wheel was broken, the Seat broke, the Peddles were stiff, the aliment of the car was wrack, The Key Fob was broken.. but most importantly he was worried about your safety. you didn't think I was that bad since your grand parents said it was in "perfect" condition. Derek at that point seeing the doubt written all over your fact grabbed your shoulders giving you a reassurance squeeze.

"Babe I wouldn't even let Peter Drive this Car. it's a death trap- I'll fix it up. we can share the Truck for now"

the Shop was Busy. it was extremely busy so busy that Derke hasn't even had the time to bring the Car to the Shop to Fix. and having Only one vehicle working while you had work, he had work and having you drive Eli all around. it was exhausting. It was One day I desperately needed to go to the Store to buy milk. you were in the middle of making Cupcakes for a school function and needed milk, Derek too the car and you couldn't ask him to bring milk home cause he was working late. so you figured One little trip in your car wouldn't hurt.

well the Battery was Dead. you were warned before you got the keys that the back truck doesn't open with the "button' on the fob anymore and had to press a Level inside the Car to open the back trunk. NO problem! in theory.. the trunk didn't unhatch after you hit the level. After spending countless hours with Derek Figured. the Trunk level didn't pop it open because the Battery was Dead. so you would just jump star the Car, and get it opened No big deal!

WRONG-O! the battery for the Car is in the trunk... the back seat didn't fold down so you couldn't access the trunk that way. the Only way to access the Trunk was to press the level which didn't work because there was no battery left in the car to unhitch the Trunk. you tired putting the key in the back of the trunk door to see if you could manually unlock it that way but it was impossible!

After calling Malia to get you milk and to help with the Stupid Car. she got it enough power so you could open the trunk. then charge it. when Derek Finally had time to fix it. he realized Even more trouble. with the car. the Random. Kill switch bottom your grandpa got installed in the car, Which you had NO idea why anyone would want a kill switch in a car to Completely make the entire Car dead. Or how he used Duck tape to keep the pipe for the gas fumes up. with Duct tape and how he used Duct tape for the engine.. the Car ended up having Far more problems then your old Jeep. Derek could fix it. but ti would cost thousands. and even then. he had to order in a special piece that would fix having the kill switch option. And Derek figured it would Cost more to fix the car then what it was worth.

Derek being the supportive husband he is would have gone thru all that hassle to fix it up. and spend probably 3 months working on it every day after work. no complaints he knew how important your family was to you. and didn't want to rock the boat.

you However weren't willing to spend that much on the car. that you also learned was in a car accient that you weren't aware of. and that the inside of the Car Door.. was insulation Foam. in between the interier and the metal frame. to "pump out the dent" you were furious that your grandparents would dump this Car. a Car that was complete opposite of being in "perfect" condition onto you. clearly they just wanted it out of their yard and instead of paying the fee to get it removed. decided you could get it. since your husband is a mechanic. you didn't doubt Derek's abilities to fix the car. you knere he coudl fix anything. but the fact of the matter was.. you weren't willing to pay thousands for a old beat up car. that was in worst condition then your old car.

you went to your grandparents first before selling the car for scraps. offering them the chance to take the car back but they refused.

you happened to have found a retired man who had the exact same car years ago it was his wife's favorite car. and he wanted to fix it up as a surprise for her. you warned him all the issues but he said it was worth the time. so you sold it to him. and it was done.

Six months passed and now after cleanign the basement went out to work in the yard. it was Summer and you were sitting in the back yard having a drink after working in the yard all morning when your grandpa called.

"Hey do you have the number of the guy who you sold the car to?"

"maybe why?"

"Oh i left something inside the car and i wanted it back."

you knew personally there wasn't anything left in that car. you and Eli spent one Saturday cleaning it for the new owner and found a roll of electrical tape. when you said you cleaned out the car and found nothing. and he pushed back you should of realized that something was up... you found the guy's number and gave it to your grandpa. saying that whatever it was. even if it was in there and by chance you missed it. there wasn't a chance in Hell that the man still had it. but your grandpa was firm. and you didn't want to argue.

Less then an hour later a Police car drives up and parks in your laneway as you look up noticing it was Mr. Stilinksi . your best friends dad. you walked over whipping your hands from dirt on your pants as you smiled, "Hey mr Stilinksi... What did Eli do now?"

any time you see him it's for Eli. but he sighed heavily rubbing his face, "I'ts not- im here because of you.. did you sell a Kia 2016 Silver car to Albert Plant?"

you walked to the fench that sperated you as you spoke, "yea like months ago? why?"

"Y/n? where did you get that car from?"

"my grandparents. gave it to me in the summer- and I sold it Albert in October why?"

he sighed heavily as he spoke, 'Sorry Y/N. but i have to bring you in."

"What why?"

he softly turned you around as you heard the handcuffs Eli came home just at that time as he screamed what the fuck as you told him to get Derek to go to the police station." he quickly called his dad as you bickered with Mr. Stilinski as you were taken to the police car and drove away. being charged with grand thieft auto.

When Derek answered the call to Eli he didn't expect he's law-abiding Wife who doesn't even Jaywalk. to be arrested for grand theft auto. he said what loudly and banged his head on the truck he was right now rolled under. he cursed out.

"Dad what if she's charged and in is locked up for years? we can't survive without her.. your cooking sucks. and she's Y/n!"

Derek rolled out of under the truck he rubbed his forehead. Malia over heard the call as she asked what the fuck is happening. Derek spoke up.

"Eli- it's just a misunderstanding. you know your Mom- she Doesn't even tag the tags off the blankets cause it's a federal crime. this is just- Clearly the sheriff got the wrong person. i'll go and get her out and if not.. we will just break her out tonight and we run."

"you would do that?" Eli asked Derek could hear the strained voiced from his son that he has been crying.

"yea- cause lets face it i dont think either of us could survive without her anymore.'

Eli chuckled as Derek said he would go over and get Y/N and would be home soon. Once off the phone, Derek cursed out as he got up as Melia spoke up, "Keep me updated I'll finish up here." Derek thanked his cousin and ran off. getting to the police station to see you sitting at a table. across from an officer as Derek spoke, "She's not talking without a lawyer!"

looking up to See your husband. the moment he saw your eyes. he knew. you were furious. you were tensed up as the officer spoke, 'We aren't charging her- Sorry about this. Y/N."

you shook your head, "Not your fault.. it's my Dumb ass grandparents.. Can we GO!" there was no softness in your voice. Derek has only seen you this angry once. and that was when Scott decided to leave beacon hill abandoning a new werewolf. who was created by a wolf who was passing by. abandoning her. and he just left because he's last member of he's "pack" left. and he didn't want to stay in beacon hill anymore. So he left. you were furious you screamed him out on the phone, and then ended up going to the city and screamed at him in person calling him the worst 'True Alpha in history."

being a human you had no idea if that was true. but you were furious and you even ended up pouching a wall in frustration and you broke your hand. Derek ended up taking your pain away as he also took the kid in under his wind. and he broke away from Scott's pack.

The officer apologized again and you said it wasn't their fault again. and you stood up and grabbed Derek's hand and dragged him out.

getting into the truck you turned to see Derek as you spoke, "im going to need you to physically make sure I dont take the truck and Murder my damn grandpa."

"what the fuck is going on?"

you shook your head saying at home. you would explain. when you had a big BIG cup of kool-aid.. you wished it was some sort of liquor. with how furious you were. you could easily down a bottle of Vodka- well a tiny bottle. you dont' drink much . in your hand. getting home. Derek parked as you walked inside. to be bulldozed into a tight hug from Eli. as you hugged him tightly. kissing his head. once settled in the dining room. you took a big gulp of your drink as you spoke, "that car- that they gave us.. that piece of junk car?- remember i said yesterday they called looking for the new owners number cause they forgot something in the car?"

"Yea?" Derek stated as Eli spoke, 'what could be left in that car? we cleaned it for hours."

you nodded your head, 'I said the same thing.- well I gave them the number. cause maybe MAYBE I was wrong. and I didn't think anything weird about it- well they called Albert. and wanted him to Sell the car back to them dirt cheap like a few hundred dollars-Albert didn't and said it was he's and he spent thousands fixing it up.. then my grandpa told Him that he was sold the car illegally and he wanted his car back without hassle since I STOLE IT! from them and my inadpt husband who is- in my grandpa's words. "A incapable mechanic broke the car that badly when you were trying to fix just the steering wheel!"

"jesus," Eli called out as Derek held his palm under the table holding a fist.

you shook your head, 'So Naturally- Albert. who didn't want to give up the car- decided to call the police on Me. and said I sold him a Hot car. he wanted to deal with the police vs my grandfather.. While i was in the cells. Cause they Put me in a prison cell! My grandma. was on the phone with them. on her way to "handle the situation" told them. that I didn't steal anything it was a gift- and that her Dumb ass husband wanted the car back so they could take it on their camping trip they are going. and thought telling the man it was a stolen car would make him give it back.. at first they wanted to hear this from my grandpa- because he's the one in the report. but he refused to talk to the police because he was embarrassed! the ONLY reason I got out was because the car's last owner was my grandma. and she confirmed she gave it to me. and the car wasn't in good condition so she allowed me to sell it to Albert! It's Friday! if they didn't confess to their Bullshit! I would of been locked up till Monday when a judge could of saw me!"

there isn't many times that Derek or Eli are speechless. but listening to this. hearing it all laid out.. He was speechless.. you were finished your drink as you rubbed your face as you spoke, "She listened to him Lie about me being a mastermind thief- heard Albert say that he was calling the police. and then watched my grandpa just curse off being pissy about the car... Not Once did he think "oh what about Y/N!"

you finished your Kool-aid as you Really wished it was Rum. or sometihng that would calm your nevers.. Not Cherry Kool-aid.

"you should calm down- the baby.."

Eli commented as you sighed heavily rubbing your face. "yea- yea.. I " you were about to say you would go to the hot tub to relax. but you can't do that.. you had a list of things you can't do.. and you hated that.. you reached over grabbing Eli's hand. "pick something to order in.. I want a Milkshake." he nodded his head going up to the draw that had all the take out menus as Derek looked at you as you spoke, "we aren't naming the baby after either of them! they wont hear from me that Im pregnant. my dad can tell them- and we aren't Ever stepping foot on that property again! they are Dead to us!"

Derek didn't agree, he knew you would cool down in a few hours., the lastest Monday. it was after dinner. Eli went out with friends as you were flicking thru the channels on the tv. your Phone was blowing up. Derek took the calls. first from your mother, telling her you weren't in a good mindset to talk right now and just wanted to be left alone.

your grandfather called trying to spin the narrative in which Derek said that the police report filed on you Said it all. and that you weren't going to talk to him. he was less polite with him vs your mom.

then it was your grandma- in which. Derek was polite to say go fuck off. he talked to almost every family member on your side. before he gave up and turned off the phone.

you pulled him onto the sofa so you could snuggle him as you wrapped your arms around him as you spoke, "So instead of that big party we planned to have my entire family and yours over at the house to announce the pregnancy- I think we just have my parents and your family. and our friends. A Small gathering... and make it a No cell phone weekend. so my family doesn't Ruin it for us."

Derek nodded his head saying anything you wanted. you smiled brightly thanking him as you held him tightly. at least you could count on Derek to Not wrongfully accuse you of grand theft auto.

[istherewifiinhell]

[accepting the sleepy posting] tfa made the bold decision (it made several. in service of being a Good Cartoon. and not just. Good TF) to not super explain MUCH lore lore. techincally speaking its in the future. so all that other shit happened. except no it didnt it wouldnt make any sense if that was true. unless we keep making the same guys i guess. which. IS possible. but no cmon. anyway.

IT MADE the decision NOT to overly explain the goals of the factions. BUT showed things that HAPPENED. namely. oh my god so much autobot, post winning the 'great war' governance thats just like. OH! wow! yall suck FOR REAL! 1 of our main characters has ptsd about it. others, directions of their lives changed by it. including. one being ARRESTED. FOR DRAFT DODGING. guess theres no. um conscientious objection (he got called a PEACENIK).

so in comparsion we know like. BUBKIS about what the badguys want. well. power. ruling the planet. and um their obviously fine with. Murder. tho okay are the good guy government NOT? hmm? but also like. oh u wanna take over the planet with the government that sucks. so bad. and has actively harmed our mains. no yeah. thats. terrible. and its a lack of hmm. suggested governence ideals. not a lot of ideological goals pitched that arent just 'everyone will listen to ME'

But ASIDE from the aesthetic of obsolute cartoon evil they also gave megs the aesthetic of. not revolutionary. but hes playing the game. their phrase is transformer and RISE UP. which neat and tidy, their mostly flying types not driving types. but regardless. Fucks Severly. absolute class act. roll out. where? to drinks? the store? RISE UP. its got connotation dont it.

they show megs playing the fucking game too. he knows how to be a propagandist. he gets the P.R. doing the charming, convincing rhetoric thing. also sexy. duh. tf has a running thing with dealing with guys that are Today Years Old. fully formed 'adults' [altho this show also pushed the hypothetical of robot babies]. well anyway. the heros drop the ball severely and consistently in a way that makes u think. is this? not a thing u have to deal with. culturally. and its VERY fun to see the villians, you know, handle it. Oh they told u we were evil. Oh no no no. its a misunderstanding. lets discuss over high quality. sustenance? LIKE.

not even pulling the g1 trick like. autobots created this new live we wish above all for it to have self determination and true viturous characteristics. [while still being greated in service of this war]. FACTIONALLY. tfa bots are either making shit for war no regards for their life, or just like. eh. oh some new guy happened by accident. i dont care. individually. only the peacenik and the ptsd guy have vested idealogical interest in doing otherwise. and even then mostly just to the ones they like. vibe with. THIS ones my friend. THESE ones fit well with my world view on nature and technology. i guess techically a third was tryna help sorta but also he just kinda wanted some buds. wanting some buds isnt DEVOID of prinicipled idealogy.

i GUESS all to say well the made hero characters who WERE NOT. at the top position of their society. but obviously we know like. hes Oppie... hes... SUPPOSED TO BE. he infact. WILL BE [if they, uh, got to finish the show]. so the powers that be have to hmm. SUCK? and say. like okay i dont wanna say fascist lightly i just. constantly commenting on what 'MUST BE' in someones programming. not as like a factor of. ur a truck u have wheels. but like. 'I thought you were going to be worthy of a position of status but u have failed my imposed expectactions which are not actually of a material nature but a social one' im mean. is that... robot??? eugenics??? "positive eugenics" not "negative eugenics" (<- i believe those are the real terms).

so and like i guess the show would slow [ish] to build to. our guys address the wrongs of their goverment? (~3 specific guys, and a suggested culture) or? maybe some. we cannot fix THERE but we can do good HERE. some sort of. juster society in absentia. right but they didnt quite. get the. what YOU DO get is learning "to be a leader/hero u gotta do. xyz". but thats like. personal scale. what about the absolute historic shit pile of ur planet. ah. unfinished show.

so again im just saying. it invites a stragetic compairson u know. the bad guys got Vision. Got a Scale in mind. it sucks. obviously. but its funny. ur guys also suck, so im not sad if. King Asshole gets Killed. oh he was killed by the people with bad polictics. boo. (you would say that. person of a certain ideology thinking about the polictics of ur toy company kid cartoon)(yup. i would say that. am saying it. now)[<- got my own self commentary coverted again thanks]

oh also to make a running joke about the Meat Heat main guy getting into art (smth smth more tfs thrust into iteration in a world that is not build for their bodies). they kept having the other mains imply theres no cybertronian art. HUH? WHAT? no. theres no painting? maybe. sure (is that natural pigmentation?). maybe. no human like visual art forms? yeah...... okay. but... surely you.... create?? and convey meanings? thru? forms of medias? u have. works of study? smth? maybe all the mains are just kinda. unstudied? being mean? but like. uh. hhhuh? where u all come from sounds like it sucks.

[b1ueoff1ine]

day 4 request: y/n is Loki's mechanic and things get steamy? can it be smut too?

The Mechanic

Full 14 Days Of Valentine's Collection

Loki x mechanic!Reader

Summary: After one of Loki's cars gets in a particularly bad crash, things get steamy in the garage when Loki finds his mechanic is a little too appealing when she's drenched in sweat.

Warnings: Implied smut. Curse words. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: I had this idea before you even asked, so ofc! Also, this is NOT smut. Though I heavily considered it.

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"Fucking hell, Loki! What happened?" You exclaimed as the tow truck drove off after depositing Loki's car.

"Drunk driver. Driving a massive truck, hit me, and ran me of the road." Loki said calmly. "You can fix it, cant you?"

"Well, I dont know. Let me take a look." You advanced towards the vehicle. Steering clear of the broken door, you popped the lid and lifted it up. "Well your engine is slightly dented... and your coolant is leaking... Yeah, I can fix most of it. I just need the funds to get the parts."

"Coming right up." Loki pulled out is wallet.

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After a quick trip to the auto store, you had all the peices you needed.

As you got to work, Loki made occasional comments on what you were doing. But one question stood out to you in particular.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look so damn good drenched in sweat?" Loki asked.

"No... You'd be the first." You replied over your shoulder. You turned to him.

"Good." Loki replied before his lips slammed against yours.

You didnt see that coming.

You closed your eyes as his toungue gained entrance.

The kiss was hungry and powerful, yet soft and gentle at the same time.

He stopped kissing you and moved to leave marks on your skin. Only when there was multiple did he start to kiss you again.

He seemed desperate to touch every inch of your mouth. He broke the kiss again to breathe.

You opened your eyes. "Loki- is this allowed? I mean, what would your brother say?" You were breathing heavily.

"My brother doesn't have to know." Loki replied before drawing you in and kissing your cheek. "Besides, no one has to know... it's just between you and me, dear." Then Loki smirked. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

[ben10ocfanfic]

Tale of 10 chapter 6

1. The group of boys Continued to ride. Jesse Took a very deep breath. He looked at the scene around him and took note of the damages to the rv. Admittedly it wasnt as bad as it could be considering what happened.

2. It still didnt make Dj feel any better apon seeing one of his oldest freinds looking so distraught. This RV was Jesses home. He worked since he was 15 for this truck. He almost dropped out junior year to keep his job.

3. Dj walked over to his old freind."If theres anything i can do please tell me jess." Jesse just smiled." I love this thing. But thats all it is brother just a thing. Id rather lose it then you guys."

4. In silent agreement Rick an josè nodded there heads."yeah an besides we can always help fix it." José said cheerfully. Jesse raised a brow."you know how to replace a dashboard broken windshelid an numrous holes along the back?"

5. Jose chuckled nervously "well we can always watch you do it." Jess rolled his eyes." Thats what I thought now lets figure this out" jess pointed at Dj.

6. Two hours later. Progress had been slow. Rick had been trying to focus on how Djs biology worked. Honestly he had no clue." My best guess is you're currently some sort of alien. "

7. Everyone sorta just looked at him confused."how did you come up with that one Sherlock?" José asked sarcastically. Rick sighed." Well, those robot things seemed to come from space. An im guessing they were after you since I dont see any other reason to attack."

8.while not satifyed the boys accepted it as jesse started tapping hard on the hourglass symbol." Jess you good dude?"Dj asked. Jess didnt awnser right away but spoke after a minute or two."I think you should be able to push this down but it looks stuck."

9. Dj nodded before thinking for a moment. He then started repeatedly smacking the symbol. After a few minutes a red flash blinded everyone before everyone saw the form of Dj.

10. Dj looked down observing his body. Everything seemed normal even his cloths were back untill he look as his wrist. There on his wrist was a green an black watch. The frimliar hour glass symbol was also present. However parts of the watch looked damaged.

11. The hourglass symbol had a noticeable crack although its was faint an didn't distort the symbol. Some parts looked to have exposed wiring. As if the covering had been removed. But most noticble part was that something was effecting the skin around Djs arm. Little, thick, green, square ,like lines. It almost looked like a tattoo of some sort.

12. It made Dj feel uncomfortable. He immediately reach for it. Attempting to rip it off him. He struggled for a minute before his face went pale. Rick then noticed djs face as jose an jesse inspected the rest of djs body for any injuries. "Hey buddy uh whats wrong?" Rick asked as Dj stared at him.

13. Jose an Jesse were now concerned as well. "Hola hermano ¿estás bien? Estamos preocupados por ti. ...Te ves pálido" José questioned. Jesse shook his freind slightly trying to get him to react.

14. Finally he spoke. "Its stuck." The boys all go quiet. "Its fused to MY FUCKING SKIN!!!!" Dj started to scream while waving his arm wildly while the boys try to calm him.

15. After nearly an hour of panicked screaming the boys gather around Dj. At this point the boys had been trying to remove the watch using various tools most of witch were broken. The boys were now trying something new

16."Guys this is a bad idea." Said Dj as jose attached jummper cables to the watch. Rick an Jesse looked back at there freind an shrugged. "Its fine our plan is solid" Rick then chimed in. "Its this or the hacksaw.". Dj gulped. "Hey dont worry man I got only one arm an im fine."

17. " I still don't like this I dont care what happens to me but what if you guys get hurt trying to hack this thing.!" Jesse just laughed. "Dont worry besides were not hacking anything were gonna use ricks laptop to create a electrical feedback loop. Witch will hopefully cause a system overload loop to shut down whats restraining you."

18. Dj an jose give him a blank stare. Rick sighs an face palm. "Doctor redneck here is trying to fry the watch." The two nod. "Yeah frying the alien watch still sounds like a bad idea. I just don't want my best freinds getting vaporized. " dj said before he sighed." But I can't really stop you from helping."

19."Dam right now lets fry some bacon!" Yelled jesse as he started. The computer humed to life along with the watch. Jose and ruck kept a hand around each clamp incase the needed to stop.

20. Dj tryed his best to stay calm. Jose smiled "see essay were good nothing can go wrong." Rick jesse an dj gave him a stink eye as the watcu started to glow. "You just had to say it." Said dj. Jesses panicked an started to press the keys quickly. "Shit! Get thoses off him! Now!"

21. without hesitation the boys started to pull hard but soon found the clamps were stuck."Guys forget me run!" Jose pulled harded the vain in his arm showing. " HELL NO. Were brothers amigo! We wont leave you behind!"

22. Rick strained as well pulling with both hands. "It will be a cold day in hell before we abadon- whats happing to our hands?" In response José looked down at his hand an noticed it was turning a dark green while ricks were turning black.

23. They looked to jesse who held up two unnaturally white hands before a green light took over there vision. A Shockwave of green energy erupted from the watch an knocked them unconscious.

24. Meanwhile far off in space on the planet Galvin prime.

25.A small 3 inch gray alien in green robes tinkered away. He have a smirk on his face as the small machine came to life. It looked like a mechanical spider. "Theses new drones should make repairs easier. Of course this is only a prototype."

26.As the alien admired his work another alien rushed in yelling nonsense as he tryed to get the others attention. This alien wore a lab coat with large oversized googles.

27. The first alien sighed. "Darwin please I know taking the role as my new assistant has gotten you nervous but I cant understand you. Witch is saying something as I know over 12000 different languages. At least breathe"

28. The alien took a deep breathe. "My apologies first thinker asmuth. But its happened. The omnitrix is back online. An I think it done something to earth."

29. Dawrin handed a tablet to asmuth. The first thinker sighed." It seems the past is catching up with us. It looks like someone tryed overloading the omnitrix but only cuased it to release a wave of dna across the planet. This is very bad. I must seek audience with the guardians of Oa an gain permission to one again return to earth.

30. Darwin gulped. "First thinker they banned you from returning after the incident. " asmuth chuckled "its only an incident if i did something on accident. Whatever the case earth is in grave danger. I only hope the new guardian is as worthy as Tennyson. May his gods watch over him. Because i doubt were the only ones who took notice."

[actualbird]

bipolar posting

it feels like not-good, it feels like not-quite-bad because there are Worse Bads out there, it feels like not caring about it, it feels like not wanting to know more about it, it feels like the deliberate way i look away when other people are visibly experiencing emotion because that makes me feel a way i cant describe or understand but i do understand the envy of 'how can you do that how do you feel safe and okay just doing that', it feels like relief when i take a nap and my horrible memory comes in handy by making me forget what had made me so upset just hours earlier thank god thank god, it feels like bile in my stomach, it feels like bile in my throat, it feels like bile ive dry heaved into the toilet for the nth time this week because why does my brain think it has the right to be connected to the rest of my body doesnt it know i wanna be saving my sick leaves for an actual emergency not these bullshit overreactions it makes me go through a billion times a day, it feels like how this morning i got mad at my cat because it was 4am and i was sleep deprived and he bit me too hard and the shame of it hit me like truck, it feels like how i fed him and cried and pet him and murmured im sorry im sorry while he didnt seem particularly bothered anyway because my cat loves me unconditionally and i dont deserve it, it feels like how i want to be tried at court and found guilty even if my cat forgave me, it feels like getting deemed innocent by that figurative court and taking the punishment into my own hands scratching clawing at the skin of my body til welts and cuts appear, it feels like bursting into tears for no reason while ordering lunch takeout for my family a few weeks ago and my mom hugging me my mom who has the same thing i do and she told me not to let this ruin my day and i took that as an order and threw up in secret when i failed and cried later that day anyway, it feels like every single sigh ive heaved trying to calculate if i can afford going back to therapy and hating it because thats a failure too it means the last round of therapy didnt stick didnt work, it feels like what if there are just some people who arent meant to get better and what if im one of them, it feels like ending up on the wikipedia page for lobotomies and half of my brain experiencing the appropriate horror for the cruelty and malpractice of it all while the other half of my brain feeling something akin to wistfulness for it, it feels like wanting that back on the menu of medical procedures and also that itd be covered by my hmo but just for me please just get it out of my head thatll fix me or ruin me but at least i wont be this and that just sounds. so much better

[tillinghastcorporatemedia]

A lot of this as true but as a cis guy who's been assumed to be queer since before i knew i was queer and has long hair, which normally wouldnt even be something i'd bring up, but this is something ive experienced due to being really short and having long hair but i wanna refer to number 3

3. That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men.

Idk if you've had to be around these fucks but let me tell you, men like this act like im not a man. every day i wear a mask i get called maam even when ive got a beard spilling out of the edges of my mask. (got called mamacita at a taco truck the other day while having to pick up a dashing order. thats new) But growing up, i was the punching bag. Didnt matter if i was agreeing with everything they said, did, or even hyped them up. I was the punching bag. Ive had my hair lit on fire while driving, beat up multiple times, bullied until i started fighting back. you could say it was just shitty high school guys but then we get into adulthood. When you become older but still dont even clear the national average men dont look at you the same. im still a target to these people just because of my look, and not even the hair. I got assaulted, by a straight man, while i was checking the oil in my car. My hair wasnt down, wasnt wearing feminine clothing, doing autowork checks. And guess what when i freaked out because some random guy came up behind me and started grabbing at my chest he backed up and then freaked out i was a guy and was threatening to beat me up because i was "tricking him" call me a coward i just ran off. You can call out your friends sure, and sometimes it might work in a social group setting. but i guarantee you youll just stop getting invited instead of behavior being corrected. this is said already but the men these men listen to arent gonna do this, and you might be able to change some minds with words. But as someone who pays attention to shit, words dont do shit. actions do though. if you wanna fix this problem its not gonna be the tiny little gay guy these men wanna beat the shit out of that they are gonna listen to.

at some point something else but words is gonna have to be done and as a man i wish i could figure something out but because of both my sexuality and my unchangeable features of my body im basically excluded by most any "masculine" guys.

I dont have an answer, i wish i did but i dont

But i will say its gonna take actions, not just words, for these sacks of patriarchal dung to take themselves to the trash can or clean themselves up.

If your vision for the deradicalization of right-wing men begins and ends with "other men telling them that that's gross and to stop it" then I'm sorry, you do not understand how masculinity works.

"Men who hold patriarchal status" and "men who are feminists" are two groups who overlap less than you want them to. I'm sorry. That's not solely because men are so happy with patriarchal status that they don't want to risk it by policing misogyny/queerphobia/racism, It's because being misogynistic, queerphobic, and racist, end expressing other forms of toxic masculinity(and often abusively so) are part of how people establish and maintain patriarchal status. The men who have the ability to stop this via nothing but peer pressure are the very people who are doing it. That's by design. And engaging in feminist intervention is, in and of itself, usually the abrupt end of that status and its associated power to persuade misogynistic men.

Like, I have worked in blue collar jobs as a notably queer person. It was pretty much a constant deluge of verbal abuse. In my experience, most blue collar work environments are exploitative, abusive, and bigoted, and very gleefully so. On the occasions I have spoken up about someone saying something that was super fucking out of line (asking me which of the girls walking by was hottest. We were installing a portable classroom at a middle school), believe it or not, they completely failed to be shamed! Because nobody else on the crew gave a fuck. *I* was the weird one. They ghosted me. A full blown company ghosted me. I suddenly didn't have a job anymore because they just straightforwardly stopped telling me where the next job site was.

Like, this doesn't mean that it's your job to do it, but this vision you have of these big groups of men where everyone is on the fence and there is precisely one shit stirrer who can be shut down by a brave feminist man who can single handedly set the example for all these other guys...you are high. You are describing an "everybody clapped" level absurd scenario. Most of these truly virulent misogynistic guys either have zero friends, because, you know, our society is atomized to fuck, or they are in a group where the feminist guy is actually the weirdo who can be shut down and ostracized much, much easier than the misogynists, because there is no such thing as a man misogynists respect who stands up for women.

You might be saying "well, we're talking about longstanding personal relationships, actually. Like, they need to have to want to spend time with you and then, as a side effect, you can mind control them out of being a threat to us."

Problem with that being:

1: Many feminist men also have no friends, see the atomized society above.

2: Feminist men already stopped hanging out with men who make rape jokes because why the fuck would we want to spend time with them.

3: That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men. What initially drew me to feminism and women was a lack of heirarchical squabbling and constant bullying, and the ability to be openly queer. A lot of men who came to feminism did so because they knew that the patriarchy was not a place they would find success or acceptance. These are not the men who are gonna be able to change right wing minds.

4. Men do not view themselves as a monolith. There is no universal brotherhood of men. The actual meaning of the term "Fragile masculinity" is that men are constantly expected to prove that they are deserving of the status of being a member of their own gender. There are large swathes of men--including most of the men who you'd look to as examples of good, feminist men who you want to undertake this project--who are considered failed men, sissies, f****ts, soyboys, ect. They are. Not. Going. To. Convince. These. Men. Of. Jack. Shit. Much less successfully *shame* them. Jesus.

I know all of this sucks. I know it would be cool to be able to just point at a group and have them be responsible for the work. But nah. It's gonna have to be a societal project, one that will probably outlast all of us. Sorry. The thing you want these men to do is, absolutely, the morally correct thing to do. But presuming that it would be effective is, and once again I am so sorry about this, just ignorance of how these social groups function.

[penguins--39]

maless rarely seek friendships with younger boys in the same way they pursue relationships with younger women and girls. This double standard exposes the power dynamics at play, as maless are more likely to view young women and girls as easier to manipulate and control. They frame these relationships as based on "maturity," but the underlying motivation is rooted in exploitation, not genuine connection. These power imbalances highlight the predatory nature of many older maless's interactions with young women and girls. Beauty standards and capitalist exploitation are deeply intertwined. Products like makeup and plastic surgery are marketed as forms of self expression or empowerboyst, but they often serve to create insecurity in females. Capitalism profits from this cycle, encouraging females to spend money to "fix" perceived flaws. The pressure to conform to these standards keeps females reliant on industries that exploit their vulnerabilities for profit. an abused wife of the 1700s who's birthed 16 children and has not been allowed to leave the house for the last 7 years will write in her diary 'i am cursed to be a woman. i wish i were a man, so i could be free, and i wouldn't always be pregnant, aching, and i could explore, see the world, and learn. why did god forsake me with this body?' and you'll search her name on tumblr and get 'he was such a transmasc legend!! trans people have always existed! proof is right here! he suffered because he wanted to transition so bad 😔 this is why gender transition must be a human right, and deadnaming should be illegal. stupid TERFs, complaining about sex-based oppression. that doesn't even exist.' And, when you grow up inside a such conservative, traditional and religious family, your only future is disappearing. Along with having no voice and no face, servitude is as inescapable as death. maless rarely seek friendships with younger boys in the same way they pursue relationships with younger women and girls. This double standard exposes the power dynamics at play, as maless are more likely to view young women and girls as easier to manipulate and control. They frame these relationships as based on "maturity," but the underlying motivation is rooted in exploitation, not genuine connection. These power imbalances highlight the predatory nature of many older maless's interactions with young women and girls. Beauty standards and capitalist exploitation are deeply intertwined. Products like makeup and plastic surgery are marketed as forms of self expression or empowerboyst, but they often serve to create insecurity in females. Capitalism profits from this cycle, encouraging females to spend money to "fix" perceived flaws. The pressure to conform to these standards keeps females reliant on industries that exploit their vulnerabilities for profit. And, when you grow up inside a such conservative, traditional and religious family, your only future is disappearing. Along with having no voice and no face, servitude is as inescapable as death. mens's reactions to xxs's emotional vulnerability often mask a fear of confronting their own emotions. Rather than acknowledging the pain being expressed, they dismiss it, sometimes with phrases like "Who hurt you?" This response is less about the woman's feelings and more about their discomfort with vulnerability. This avoidance points to a broader cultural expectation that mens should be emotionally detached, making it difficult for them to engage empathetically with xxs's pain. goocrux! If we dont pee nut butter soon, well never make it to the drabbley carnival. If we pingas hard enough, maybe we can catch the master pibbler before it reaches The scrambled forest.I didnt realize a women could be so gwibley, not until The land of lost Shadow Clone. Final Showdown?! perfect cell…That's it. Lets fumble to The taco truck before women finds out.Shadow… If we dont pisse soon, well never make it to Mc Donalds. Nothing says gwibley quite like a scumpt that shrekss in Bowsers hot tub.

[v0nver]

‎‏I am mohammed ayyad of Gazans, living in very difficult conditions because of the war that the Gaza Strip is under. Since the outbreak of the war on the seventh of October we have been evacuating .

‎‏Then the journey of suffering and separation began,because my children were separated and evacuated from our home without covering or clothes., From here they became infected with diseases, and what increased our fatigue was the constant upbringing due to the different areas in which we were displaced, as we were displaced 9 times, and this was very expensive, the last of which was the 9th of this August from Hamad Town. In addition to that, we have lived in the summer season in a tent that did not exceed three meters, closed with nylon, so it is like an agricultural greenhouse atmosphere. It is very hot. All in all, we live difficult days that no human beings can afford

We have no work because of the war, and we do not have any kind of money and this is accompanied by a crazy and horrible rise in prices.

Although water is not suitable for drinking, this is the cause of many diseases

The last suffering is that we are out of Hamad without taking our purposes or our tents and now we are searching the earth in the roads and our children and our elderly parents are suffering..So we use direct donation including what they can or share links fully so people can know our tragedy and pain. Remember a small contribution can make a difference in the lives of many children who are dealing with their health condition all. Leave their details and make them happy with your generous contribution.

Mohammed Ahmad, dearest gentleman, i am thoroudgly sorry if it is a misunderstandment but your wall of text is either writtend by a poor uneducated man or by a cheap uneducated company. i ask for forgisvenness if it isnt so as i think.

my name is Von Ashley, of myself, i was born in saint petersburd and since then something taken caredd of. my father is working in the military service and i never seen him much because he is busy working in the military service, and my mother was working in a school as a cleaning service lady and i dont have a fucking clue about where can she possibly be right now as when ibwas teb they got divorced and idk honestly why sidm i got ti be with my father and my mother idk whree she went adftreer that. after that there was this lady who was acting like misrtress important bitch n got me in absolutely unnecessary beating covering by the name of the parenting process but shes absolutely fucjing nobody to me just like that bloody bondy fat duck armyman who tried to disprove me by breaking me fucking ribcage it still hurts as shit i cant bear it even can't pretend to feel like i'm feeling okay is hard sometimes and you know what its fine i think as long as nobody knows about it i'm gonna fix it when i get better but since i was beaten up in kids school and in middle scool and in high school and after that a little bit i didn't make much to earn myself a living and living with grandma right now going every day into middle of nowhere to work for one dollar an olhour it doesnt counts but i think its gonna be alright some time soon or not or i'm gonna get hit by a truck

i tried committing suicide when i was 16 but it didnt go well and honestly i wish it did because at that time and even after all this time right now it feels like i am burning flames vivid every single second around me entire life that much bad it is and i honestly don't know what am i gonna do about that thing but it hurts so much that i wish i were dead right now and niw i am a coward in that thing but if i could retunr to that moment i'd jump all 13 floors without hesitation and i regret that i didnct do it back then

but now that i am a cowardly nitwit hobo who can't do nothing i think i can do something and i will try some things to get out of this hellpitand maybe find a human whom i'd be able to love to and i know this is hard consiredring just how pathetic egoistic and cruel are humans but i will try wit my whole self put into it so i'll finally make dreams come true cuz i wanna learn how a proper hug feels with a person who doesn't disgusts by the sight of me and how you can talk freely without fear that later youll get a punch in the gut for it or how to touch a hand of another human and not convulse because it is scary sa shit because you know i always seen this love kind of thing going around in books and cartoons and one dear friend said that it really exists somewhere but unfortunately we are not there and now that theyre dead i just want to see if they were really right and it does exist because personally from what do i see for now it absolutely doesn't. it is a dream for kids to reach and they promise it everywhere but then turn those same kids into 9to5vers and suck their lives out like lemon juicelike it is the most obvious thing to do and they talk about it everywhere and so there are many who believe it and talk about its importance but what is really important is not getting hurt because miss mistress bitch also said "i love you, you're like my son and shit" and then shit no bitch then she throws me on the floor and kicks the hell out of me until i cant cry and until i cant breathe and it was making me so sad that i cant express with words just how much do i hate that perosn andshe was like no father told that shes gonna be instead of mom but if it really is right then i don't wanna live in this cruel world where everyone is cruel and everyone is violent ans everyone is fighting and they hurt each other and treat it like it is normal if it turns out to be fucking true i want to just kill myself and jump off a plane and then throw the parashute away and be dead for the fucking while because this is fucking painful

anyways if you are really a poor man i can't really help and if you are a robot then go to hell and burn there for long cuz in some time im coming here as well and you better see it

@ayaalanqar30

[vatt-world]

hi

We decided to watch a called no way home because we kept seeing its ads on youtube. We knew the trailer so well that we could say it word for word. Mark's favorite line was when the lead actor talks about his girlfriend in the movie. Mark would repeat it all the time, 

So, we went to the movie theater, hoping to see that scene . But to our disappointment, the lead actor didn't say that line at all. In fact, the whole scene we were waiting for wasn't even in the movie! We left feeling upset 

As we left,. We realized we could just go watch another movie without paying again. We felt a little bad, but we had spent a lot on snacks, so we didn't feel too guilty. Plus, we felt like we deserved to watch another movie since no way home let us down.

We ended up watching a movie  instead. It was good, and since we hadn't seen any ads for it, we weren't disappointed. 

//

i needed a car , i could rely on public transport

and all i had was 2000$ so i bought a ford car

so after few rides , it started giving problems

the transmission broke..the power steering didnt work

i couldnt find parking on campus..

Is your minivan all fixed?" Larry inquired.

"Yeah, but it cost us a pretty penny," Mark sighed.

"How much did they charge you?" Larry's eyes widened.

"$2500," Mark responded.

"$2500? You've gotta be kidding me! $2500 for a new transmission?" Larry exclaimed.

"A new what?" Mark looked puzzled, glancing at me in the backseat.

"A transmission. An automatic one. That's what you had replaced, right?" Larry clarified.

"Oh, right, yeah, a new transmission," I confirmed.

"Well, it sounds like they're pulling a fast one on you," Larry said as he dialed a number on his phone.

He called someone named Rocko, then his buddy Kurt, both of whom echoed his sentiment that we were getting ripped off. Mark nervously suggested haggling, but I pointed out that we already agreed to the price.

As we pulled into the garage, Larry insisted we stand our ground. "You tell 'em you ain't gonna be taken for a ride," he advised.

larry gets out of the car an goes in and talks to car dealer.

After a few minutes, Larry returned with a grin. "Saved you a few bucks, boys," he announced proudly.

 When we settled up, the bill had mysteriously been reduced by $500.

I still don't know what Larry said or did in that office, but his advice and charm saved us some serious cash. Now, we just hoped the new transmission would hold up.

///

There are few things that bring my father as much joy as clearance sales.

It's not so much the food that my dad loves at Denny's—he only knows three flavors anyway: salt, butter, and A-1 Steak Sauce. No, what he adores is the simplicity, the straightforwardness of the entire Denny's experience, especially the menu.

“You don’t even have to read anything,” he’d say. “You look at the pictures of the food, you pick what you want, and you point.” And that’s precisely what he does. We'd settle at a table in Denny's, he'd crack open the menu to a Moons Over My Hammy or whatever caught his fancy, and he'd point. “I want that.” Not a word more, not a word less. It's the perfect restaurant routine.

we bought couch

So, off we went, driving at a snail's pace—twenty miles per hour in a forty-five-mile-per-hour zone. The officer followed my dad quietly for a few miles before my father suddenly pulled over, even though the officer hadn't signaled with lights or sirens. I followed suit.

After the officer wrote us both tickets for having unsafe loads, he warned us not to drive with the furniture again or risk getting more tickets. Stuck on the side of the road, my dad asked if I knew anyone with a truck. That was like asking if I knew anyone at all.

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You ever have those gym ,PE classes that make you question why you even bother showing up? . Coach McAndrew, bless her heart, she had all the enthusiasm of a cheerleader at a spelling bee.

 Coach blowing her whistle like it's her only source of oxygen. "Forward rolls, backward somersaults, cartwheels, repeat!" she says, as if we're all Olympic gymnasts in the making.

 How am I supposed to learn by watching them? It’s like telling someone to learn how to swim by watching a fish.

I muster up the courage to approach Coach. "Excuse me, I don’t know how to do any of those things. Can I please go to the library?" I ask, hoping she'd see reason. But nope, she hits me with the classic "No pain, no gain" line, like she's trying to motivate a sack of potatoes.

So, there I am, at the back of the line, watching these kids effortlessly roll, somersault, and cartwheel like it's second nature.

Finally, it's my turn. I kneel down, put the top of my head on the mat, and just pray for a miracle. But all I manage to do is roll sideways off the mat—splat—onto the wooden gym floor.

 All pain, no gain, and a side of humiliation. Can't wait for next week's adventure in awkwardness.

This is America? I’m fucking in! Big Pimpin’ was the epitome of the American dream and I needed to be part of it. I wanted to be like these larger-than-life American superheroes they called rappers. I wanted to be a pimp like Jay-Z and a gangster like 50 Cent. I made it my life’s goal to live the Big Pimpin’ lifestyle. Whenever I watched BET, I forgot I was a small foreign Chinese boy and I felt like a badass gangsta. I started imitating how the rappers walked and how they talked. I would go up to my classmates and say, “Yo what up, dog. Our geometry teacher is a bitch, homie.” I felt like my identity was being judged based on the other Asians around me instead of my own personality, my inside voice screamed, I listen to Jay-Z, motherfuckers! In high school,

thong thong thong thong thong!” This was one of the first songs I heard on American radio. It was catchy as hell, but I had no idea what a thong was. Then when I saw the music video, everything made sense.

I couldn’t rap for shit, but I wanted so badly to be part of the glamorous rap game that I’d seen on Rap City. Chris downloaded a bootleg copy of Sony’s ACID Music Studio, a beat-making software, and he started cranking out some sick beats. Then Jeremy, Phil and I would go to Chris’s mom’s apartment and record our raps on his five-dollar computer microphone. Next thing you know, we’d formed a rap group just like N.W.A. Chris’s mom’s apartment and his Dell desktop became our recording studio. We felt like the real deal and we called ourselves Syndakit. The first time I recorded at Chris’s house, he played me a beat he had just made. It sounded like a real track I’d heard on Rap City. I pulled out my notebook and I was ready to write my first rhymes, but I

I never got a record deal, but I experienced creative freedom for the first time

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offer to buy one and get the other for half price , my father was first in line.

his ability to consume knew no bounds.his favorite was chocolate pean with extra sprinkles

when i orderd plan old chocolate icecream , he took it as an insult

they have thirty two flavors andu order chocaloate

u can get chocolate anywhere , why did we come to america

we didnt sacrifice everything come to here so u could be satisfied with plain old chocolate ice cream

i just want medium soda

get the large

u get extra large for thirty nine cents more

America was Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory and he was a ten-year-old who had won a golden ticket.

Let me tell you what is really embarrassing,” he continued. “Having only one pair of shoes, that’s embarrassing. Having to study for your exams under a street lamp because you don’t have your own room, that’s embarrassing. Hanging off the side of a train on your way to work because it’s so crowded and you can’t afford a seat, that’s embarrassing.”

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“When will you become an American?” he continued. “Okay, pour the extra thirty-nine cents-worth into a cup and I will drink it later.”

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I saw a job posting in the college newspaper for telemarketer and decided to interview for it. The college building was squeezed between a sandwich place and a bookstore. The guy interviewing me looked a bit like Paul Giamatti from "Billions," but there were definitely no billions to be made here.

During the interview, he asked simple questions like who had used a computer before and who knew how to use a phone, how to type basic english. I got hired and was given a script to follow.

I got hired and was given a script to follow. My job was to keep people/alumni on the line and chat about how great the university was still doing.

I was supposed to ask alumni like Milli for a hundred bucks to support the college.

but milli response was "Oh, I'm sorry, hun. I'm barely scraping by on a fixed income. I'd love to help, really, but a hundred dollars? not happening."

So, I lowered the amount to fifty dollars, but still got a no. Then I tried twenty dollars, and she agreed to make the donation.

After working for an hour, a bell rang for a break. The boss, stood on a chair and called out how much money everyone had brought in. He gave cookies to the top three earners.

Overall, it was an interesting experience, but I only worked there for a few weeks before my semester started, and I quit the telemarketing job.

//

“BE CAREFUL!” my roommate WILLIAM TOLD ME . “I am being careful!” I said, grabbing the dvd from him and totally not being careful.It wasn't contraband or illicit substances..it was dance dvd.. I was staring at it in awe, my heart pounding like crazy.

cuoristy got the better of me and I put the dvd in my vcr. And What unfolded on the screen was unlike anything I’d ever saw.

and what captivated me even more was drummer in the corner setting the rhythm and this guy was dancing to the beat in rhythm…it was beautiful…

soon i was playing drums…

//

 coach andrew, transmission,affleck movie,

, clearance sales-denny's,

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I needed a job. Scanning through the student paper, I found an opening in the computer lab. It seemed perfect, except for the minor detail that I knew next to nothing about computers. All I knew was that if something goes wrong, you should reboot the computer. Sure, I could switch a computer on, but i knew nothing about coding, programming, troubleshooting.

I interviewed with this quiet guy who wore glasses, named Dominick. He wore a buttoned-up shirt, light brown khakis, and Nike running sneakers. "Hi, Kunal, nice to meet you,” he said, in a soft, high-pitched voice. “I am looking for some people to be computer lab managers. What are your skills?”

“Troubleshooting, programming, Excel, PowerPoint,” I said.

“Can you give me more details?”

"Sure, I've read courses online, fixed bugs on my computer, and developed applications."

"I like you. I’m going to hire you,” he said as we shook hands. Bingo! “Given your advanced skill set, I’m going to give you a very special project.”

He turned to the computer and opened up a software program I had never seen. “The school is trying to integrate this new voice recognition software. I want you to figure it out, dissect it, and write an entire instruction manual based on what you’ve learned.”

So three days a week, four hours each shift, my job was to sit at the computer and try to figure out voice recognition software. The first day I took the job very seriously. I spoke into the microphone and compared what I said to the words that appeared on the screen: “The cat drank the cow’s milk,” I said. On-screen: "You drank the milk." I said it slowly again… "You drank the milk" again… I basically gave up on the project after a few days, and each shift I would spend fifteen minutes on voice recognition, and then would spend the rest of my time chatting.

The week passed, the instruction manual was due and it was time to face the music. I decided to write something… click the L button… etc.

“I just got an email from the university. I have some troubling news.” Shit. My scholarships. Dominick took off his glasses. “The school has decided to put a stop to the software. The license has expired.”

I said, “Whatever’s best for the university."

“Because of your hard work and commitment to this project, I’m going to promote you to lab manager of the engineering building.” He gave me a raise, bumping me up to nine dollars an hour, which was damn good money at the time. I was a good lab manager.

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After finishing college, I got a job as a waiter in a restaurant. But I also had to wash dishes.

Sadly, I wasn't very good at it. I was slow.

The restaurant needed clean dishes to keep running. So, even though I was slow, I had to keep going.

The owner would tell me to just keep washing.

He often came over to me at the sink, shaking his head and yelling.

He'd say, "Wash the pots first! Why are you washing the plates? We have lots of plates!"

When he got really frustrated, he'd grab the spray nozzle from me and

quickly clean a bunch of pots in just a few minutes.

I got a job as used car salesman.

Apparently, you need zero qualifications to become a used-car salesman."

The car lot manager, Larry, was a sixty-year-old car salesman and a alcoholic. I wouldnt see him for days and then he would come and sell ten Dodge Neons in a week.

I looked up to him as a top-notch car pusher.

I learnt car sales from Larry and soon i became good that i could afford HomeTown Buffet once a week.

and i know one day, if i worked hard and I'd be able to afford Red Lobster.

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It's been three days since I lost the pool key, and now my mom is mad at me. It feels like she has a superpower that keeps her angry without a break whenever I mess up, which is why I try my best to never do anything wrong.

It's like there's a flashing neon sign on my forehead: "HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING KID WHO LOST THE POOL KEY. $50 DOWN THE DRAIN!"

I try to explain to her that Cindy and I put up twenty flyers all over, and I understand that fifty dollars is equivalent to three hundred and fifty tomans in Iran, which is a lot of money to flush down the toilet. That's what it'll feel like if we have to pay the landlady.

"Why don't you check the clothes dryer and all your pockets?" my dad suggests, im filled with hope. I search through all my clothes, inspecting the washer and dryer, even go through the vacuum cleaner bag. I c heck between the sofa cushions and manage to find twelve cents.

But still, no pool key. The following day, my dad suggests praying to Saint Anthony, claiming it always works. "Saint Anthony, you mean?" I ask.

My mom , suggests we ask Saint Anthony to come over and look for the key instead. "He's a saint, so he's been dead for a long time," I tell her. "If you think a dead man is going to help you find the key, good luck," she retorts.

but I decide to pray, and, my prayers are answered when a neighbor finds the key gives it to the apartment office.

//

communication is the key. That's the key to a relationship. That's how you build intimacy, through communication. It's very important to talk and listen to your partner so you can both grow as a unit.

but It's just talking and talking and talking. And I was listening to every word 'cause I thought, you know, there was a point. But there's no point. I should've hired an AI for her to talk to. 'Cause there were so many things I just didn't care about. "Should I move this couch or get a new one? I don't know what to do with this room. What do you think?"

It was a psychotic, babbling conveyor belt of nonsense. "I went to get my nails done, but they didn't have the polish I want.

One of the differences was, I learned this from her, raised to ask questions. You have to ask questions like, "Why? How come? How much? That much? Why should I spend that much?" And, , we don't want to ask questions 'cause we don't want any information. "Look, I didn't see nothin', I don't know nothin'.

" So the questions started driving me crazy. It was like falling asleep with a Spanish radio station on.

Why do you think we possess some mysterious knowledge we're keeping from you? We go to see a movie, she's like, "Now, who's that guy?" "Did I write this thing? I came in with you. How the hell do I know who that guy is? What do you want me to do, show up early?

So she leaves, right? It's all over.

I'm sitting in my room for two weeks straight. my roommate says

They don't want you to talk to them. They don't want you to listen to them. They want you to agree with them. And if you don't agree with them, they just keep talking and talking and talking until you do. and then they will say I'm glad we talked about it.'"

//////

When I was a kid, I had this bright yellow Yamaha YZ80 dirt bike. It was super fast, and I loved riding it around. But my mom hated it.

"Josep, you ride that thing, and I swear to God you’re going to die!" she'd yell at me. And I'd be like, "Mom, it's fine. I'm totally safe." But she wasn't having it.

"What, do you want to die? Is that it? Ha?" she'd say. And I'd respond, "No, Mom, I don't want to die." But then she'd hit me with, "Or maybe you want to kill me from worrying. Yes, that’s it—you want to kill me." And I'd just stand there like, "No, Mom, I don’t want to kill you."

But she wasn't done. "No, no, maybe it’s better if I die anyway. I go to heaven, at least I don’t have to worry anymore. Go ahead, keep riding the motorcycle." And I'd be like, "Fine. Fine! I won’t ride the motorcycle anymore!" But let's be real, I kept riding that motorcycle.

One time, a cop caught me riding the bike without headlights. He was really mad and told me to leave the bike and get in his car. I thought I was in big trouble, preparing myself for the worst—prison, electric chair, death by firing squad—whatever it was. I'm practically begging to go to jail at this point, but no dice.he took me home.

When we got to my house, my mom was freaking out because she thought I was missing. She was yelling at my sisters, too. The cop could hear everything, but he didn't seem to care. He walked me up to the door, and my mom answered, acting all polite.

But as soon as she saw me, she flipped out. She dragged me inside and slammed the door in the cop's face. That was the only time my mom ever hit me, but it wasn't physical. It was all the yelling and arguing that really hurt.

clearance sales-denny's

coach andrew

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