#because it's not really that deep honstly

[egginfroggin]

Hey so I haven't had any issues with any fanfiction-related problems like people harassing me at all, or anything like that, but I just want to drop a little reminder and update real quick:

None of my fanfictions have been abandoned

If I abandon a fanfiction, I will change the tags to say as such

Hiatus does not equal abandonment -- even if the hiatus has lasted months or years

I am currently struggling to make fanfiction for anything, including my new fixation (The Legend of Zelda)

Consider me officially on hiatus from now until my next fanfiction update

I am still accepting asks about my fanfiction and the few comics I have in progress

I am still accepting fanart and fanfiction of my aus and ideas

Please bear with me, this hiatus may last a while, and I've been trying to get back into the swing of things; unfortunately, the summer was a trip, and fall is looking like more of the same

I have some TLoZ fanart that I hope to post to Tumblr soon

I do miss Submas. the bois :<

Still love y'all, both the commenters and the lurkers, the followers and the casual pokers, the one-offs and the regulars. I hope you're all doing well <3

Thank you! ^^

[ribread03]

Are We Still Friends? C.S.

AN: "took" [asked to use] this request from @6ix9inewiturmom but turned into a Chris fic because I feel like I have no Chris stuff so yeah. I tagged her version at the end so go read it after you do this one! Also this took me like months to write bc I had no motivation so yeah.

Content: use of y/n, smut, fluff, sub chris [kinda], unprotected [don't be silly wrap your willy], pet names, riding

Getting ready for bed in Chris's room because you decided that you wanted to spend the night with the triplets and Chris asked you to stay the night with him, which you had no problem with since you've had a crush on Chris for a little while now.

The TV is playing some cartoon in the background as you step of the bathroom in you sleep clothes. Plopping down on the bed next to Chris. He doesn't look up from his phone which is odd. You nudge Chris on the shoulder and he just groans. "Chris what's wrong with you tonight, I feel like we haven't talked at all." You've felt like this the whole day, he's been acting all shy and not talking which is not normal for him.

"Nothing y/n" He mumbles out. Not bothering to look up from his phone to answer you. You just roll your eyes and decide to just go on your phone.

About 20 minutes into your scrolling on tiktok you feel eyes on the back of your head. Sitting up from how you were laying on your side. Looking at Chris you meet his eyes, his face instantly turning a deep shade of pink.

"Chris?" You question. Sitting up more you turn to face him. Slightly giggling at the fact Chris was staring at you.

"y/n?" He questions back in the same tone as if he wasn't just staring right at you.

"I felt you looking at me Chris..." You say a slight blush coming over your face now. "Do you just really like the back of my head or.."

"I was just..." He trails off as he thinks. "I was just zoned out for a sec that's all, Sorry." He says softly. You know Chris is lying, he's a very bad lair and always plays with his hair more when he does.

"mhm, okay Chris." You tell him and scoot closer to him. "Your a bad lair you know." You whisper into his ear. You then go to roll back over when Chris speaks up again.

"Okay fine, I was staring at you..." Chris whispered.

You heard him but wanted to tease him a bit. Sitting up some more and turning to him. "What was that?"

"I was staring at you, okay?" He finally admits. Clearly flustered

Trying to hide your blush-your crush was looking at you because he wanted to- it wasn't working well. "That's what I thought" You spoke seductively and moving closer to him.

"I-" Chris starts but you cut him off before he can even start.

You place you hand on his arm, "its okay Chris I don't mind." You say with a slight giggle. "I stare at the back of your head sometimes to." You shamelessly admit to him.

"Really?" He ask, surprised that you stare at him to.

'Mhm' You hum back, now moving your hand up and down his arm.

"Oh" Hes still flushed from you catching him and is at a lost for words. "Well I guess I should tell you something then." He starts but trails off.

"Go on." You edge him on wanting to know what he wants to tell you.

"Well, what I want to tell you is that I've had a massive crush on you for a few years now..." He says avoiding eye contact with you, looking everywhere but you honstly.

"Oh" you hiccup out. "I should tell you that I like you to then." You say with a shrug of your shoulders acting as if its something everyone already knew.

"Huh?" Chris lets out a quiet squeak at the end of his word.

"Yup" You say with a straight face, turning a slight shade of pink now.

"I don't get it... You, y/n, like me?" He says pointing back and forth between you and him.

Shaking you head you lean in and kiss Chris. He's shocked at first but kisses you back as soon as he realizes what is happening. You pull back slightly "That help any?" You ask cheekily, a smirk painting you face.

"Yea" He whispers against your lips, going back in for another kiss. Chris' lips are soft on yours. His hands going to your waist pulling you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. Your hands trail to the nape of his neck, lightly playing with the hair there.

"Chris?" You mumble into his lips.

Chis humming in response pulling away from you lips, now leaving sloppy wet kisses along your neck.

"I need you chris" You whisper tilting your head back so more of your neck is exposed.

"I need you to y/n" Chris pulls back from your neck and looks you in the eyes. "Are you sure you want this? like for real sure, once we do this there's no going back to before." Him asking if you are really sure turns you on even more.

"Yes Chris, I don't want things to go back." You say now kissing down his neck making sure to leave love bites. You slowly start to grind down on Chris, soft whimpers leaving his lips.

"Ke-keep doing that" Chris moans out.

"What do I get if I keep going?" You ask him, not wanting anything in return-your happy to be doing this- you still ask him just to tease a little. Chris answers with little whimpers and moans, you stop when words dont come out of his mouth. "I asked you a question pretty boy." You say bringing your hand up to his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek.

"I- please y/n" Chris pleads griping your hips moving them himself, you grab his hands and take them off of your hips so he cant move them. "Anything, anything you want y/n" With his word you continue your movements, pressing down a little harder.

"Fuck" You moan out in-between kissing his neck. Your hands toy with the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. Your taking off your shirt almost immediately after his. You feel Chris' eyes on your exposed tits. "Like what you see?" You ask.

Chris shakes his head yes. You grab his hands you bring them up to your nipples, letting your head fall back when he plays with one. Your hands fall down to the waist band of his pants. "Can I?" Chris hums a response nodding his head slightly leaving wet kisses all over your chest.

Pulling his pants and boxers off his erection springs free. You let yourself stare for a minute. "Like what you see mama?" Chris uses your words against you. 'mhm' you hum back, letting your hands travel down to play with his tip.

Chris is now a whimpering mess under you, bucking his hips up when you start to move your hand up and down his shaft. Sliding your shorts and panties down you go back up to his face to kiss his lips, resting your burning heat right above where you both need it the most.

"I don't have a condom" Chris tells you in-between kisses.

"Its okay" You tell him. Aligning his tip with your entrance you slowly lower yourself onto him. Wincing at the stretch, biting your lip to detract yourself. Once you bottom out on him you sit there getting used to his size. Once your ready you start to move up and down on him.

"S-shit, so t-tight" Chris keeps praising you, as you bring both of you to your climaxes.

“Fuck- I’m close” you moan out as you continue to bounce up and down on him. His hands continue to play with your nipples, only making you move faster on him.

“Me to mama, please let me cum.” He’s begging you, his words push you right over the edge making you cum on his cock.

“Inside me” You pant out, still bouncing on him riding out your own high. Soon after Chris reaches his orgasm.

“Fuck” He breathes out, overwhelmed with the feelings going on in his head right now.

You slowly slide off of him, whimpering at the empty feeling. “That. Was. Amazing” Your still catching your breath as you complement Chris, falling to his side.

“You’re amazing” Chis shoots back at you, making you blush. “Blushing now are we” He lets out a slight chuckle.

“Are we still friends?” You asking this question throws Chris off guard, causing him so sit up on his elbows.

“I don’t think we can go back to just being friends after that” He says patting your hair down, laying a soft kiss on it.

“I don’t want to” You whisper softly, sitting up to face him. His hand finds its way to your cheek, his thumb rubbing your face.

“Good because me neither” He pulls you into a kiss, soft and slow, showing you that he means what he just said.

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AN: hey guys, I wrote the end of this like 3 months after I started it so if it kinda changes styles that’s probably why, but I’m going to link the Matt version right here! So go read Gabs, she did so good with it! OKAY BYE LOVE YOU!!

[gloster]

SHIPPER TAG GAME

Tagged by @brazilian-whalien52

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Honestly- and this PAAAAAAINS to me to say since my middle-school self would be furious at me-but probably Troyella. Obviously, still love them. Still think of them fondly, but compared to other ships, they're on the lower end.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

I'm TEMPTED to say troyella again since they were the ship that made me realize what shipping was- and how hard it can go for a fangirl. But in terms of a ship you remember watching, loving, and loving seeing their interactions, that would have to be Tom and Kimberly from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.

Their chemistry, their moments were the reason why I loved the show so much

I didn't know what ship or OTP meant, but they were the definitely the first couple I remembered LOVING seeing them together

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

That would be Troy & Gabriella. The movie wasn't enough for me, so I decided to make more stories on them

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

That would be a tie between InuKag and Robstar. Those were the top 2 ships I remember seeing TONS of Youtube videos and fanart in middle school.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

*thinks hard* I want to say....no. Least I can't remember. I just chill in my little corner with my friends, gushing & reading fics of our ships

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

The way I DESPISED LOATHED AND HATED TROYPAY with a burning, burning deep passion. Couldn't stand the ship. Still don't like the ship. And obviously, Tommy x Kat because NO NO NO NO

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Payurain in this WIP I'm really enjoying. Seriously, love these two boys

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Oh dear lord, my OTPS literally have their yachts at this point. And the list of the top ones constantly switch, but at the moment I can say my top 6 include: drarry, zutara, sheith, tododeku, payurain, and of course dickkory

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Oh. Dear. Lord. The way at least several ships can fit this question, but that belongs to my top 3 ships that were done so dirty.

OBVIOUSLY-and forever fuming about it-THESE TWO:

Forever and ALWAYS THESE TWO that had everything. The history, the chemistry, best friends to lovers, ride or die, battle couple...and yet the writers were like, nah

TO INFINITY & BEYOND BEYOND BEYOND: DRARRY . You can't tell me NOTHING. If Harry was a girl, they would have been endgame. If Draco was a girl, they definitely would have gotten together. I will forever stand on this hill

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

I wouldn't dislike at all, but I can definitely say after the previous season, they got more on my radar and that would be Geto x Gojo. I've always been intrigued by their dynamic, but season 2 really showed so much depth in their relationship, their friendship, and how things went wrong. Just so well done and also extremely heartbreaking

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Maybe.....Honestly, I can't think of one. Like none are coming to my head. Closest one I can think of would be Alison x Emily or Spencer x Toby. The former because the toxicity of the ship, the way Ali manipulated and gaslight Emily's emotions was fucked up. Just as Toby letting Spencer think he was dead, let her think she found his corpse, and watch her break down...only to give a half-ass apology.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Honstly, Kyo x Arisa from Fruit Baskets- and that is solely because watching the way Arisa constantly rifled Kyo up was too damn hilarious.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics off?

Hands down, that would have to be drarry

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

Probably two sides of the same coin. Different in many ways but similar in others. With drarry, both being just a boy in time of war. For zutara, the sun and the moon. Grump x Sunshine, which is a similar dynamic for many of my ships.

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

Hands down, the quickest way for me to hate a ship is the following: A always loving B, B being OBLIVIOUS to A's affections even though the whole country is aware of it, and then when A finally moves on THAT'S WHEN B suddenly realizes OH MY GOSH I LOVE THEM. 🤢🤮🤬😡 I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Also, if the dynamic of the ship is unequal such as bully and bullied, in which the bully spends 90% of them torturing the love interest and then final 10% actually showing some care...NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

Tagging: @kila09, @dreamydrarry, @sebbies, @negrowhat, @goldentruth813, @starlitruns, @omgitsseddie, @sweet-potatah-pie, @narcobarbies, @bavariansugarcookie, @itsjustafia

[alltimefanfiction]

I’ll take any suggestions you want to give me 🫶 I really appreciate it and I’ll give the Callakarth fics a chance I’m sure they are great and I’m dying to read new stuff even though Jalex has my heart

Honstly I'm just a big fan of any fic Vampire Vengence (author of Bandana Code) puts out. Neondanger (author of Star-Crossed) has some goodies for when I'm in the mood for some filthy smut. So If you havent had the chance to do a deep dive through all their fics then I'd reccomend them.

Bellawritess also is a great author. Their fics top out with an M rating so no smut, but they have a few of my fave fics.

You may have read Erode, but the same author put out the first part of a new fic Just To Seal My Fate this year (I think?) and I am very patiently waiting the second half.

Wolf In A Lamb's Skin

Count It Down

Lit A Match (With Your Nails On My Back)

Ask For It

Old Habits Die Hard

Violet

Those are probably my top five smut one-shots off the top of my head but you may have read those already so my advice (what I do) is just search our tags for a topic that interests you and work through what you haven't read or want to read again.

-Molli

Bless you for giving the Callakarth a chance, I don't think you'll regret it. Jalex was obviously my absolute number one when I first entered the fanfiction side of this fandom (anyone recall my old URL?) but I can't tell you enough how much it will benefit you to branch into other ships because there's a lot of amazing stuff by great authors that isn't Jalex. And obviously there's nowhere near as much being written for the fandom now so looking at things that aren't Jalex just means you have more to read in the meantime.

Anyway, here's some oneshots I love of various pairings so you can dip your toes in:

As It Sank (I Thought Of You) - Jalex

Yer Old Grave - Zalex, Zack/John O'Callaghan

Anaphylaxis - Callakarth

Products/Reactants - Callakarth

Forget Me, Forget Me Not - Jalex

Save Your Heart - Merrikat

Tie Me In Ribbons - girl!Jalex

Ruined - Jack/Grieco, by the lovely mod Addyson

Wet Hot American Summer - Jalex

BJ Foe - Jalex, technically a series rather than a oneshot, and I'm sure you've probably read this or at least many other things by this author, but she is a classic!

In Which It's Valentine's Day and Gabe Buys Alex Roses - Gabex, and again, truly classic author so I'm sure you've read her stuff but there's a bunch that isn't Jalex that's really good

Black Permanent Marker - Alex/Ryan Ross

Keep Quiet, Nothing Comes As Easy As You + sequel Little Lover, You're In Trouble - Jalex (sequel is watersports)

The Boy Next Door - Jalex

And literally everything our former mod Emily has written is fucking amazing. Everything. I think it's all Jalex, or at least mostly. Same with everything by alex_g4skarth. Both authors make me cry with, like, everything even if it's not that sad and it's been that way for a decade!!! Don't know why.

Molli linked Erode above and that author is also excellent, I'm sure you've probably read their stuff from their Mibba (some of my old faves were deleted though).

Aaaaand I'm currently in the process of reading the newest (?) Jalex that we know of, A Very Festive Façade. I started it last night and only got a quarter of the way through it before I had to go to bed but I wanna give it a shoutout because Kalina is another person who still publishes in the fandom and we need that!!!

I mostly steered away from smut out of laziness, and also because there are so many faves that are SUPER popular (at least for Jalex).

If you start reading the Callakarth ones and enjoy them, please feel free to come to my inbox and be unhinged about it because I miss having fellow shippers to do that with.

-Eve

[misconceivedofthearts]

This is my first time posting anything so I hope what ever mess I write makes sense 😭

After reading chapter 62 for the 3rd time, I think the ending is very subjective. So here are a couple predictions that came to mind for what might happen in the next chapter. I could be incredibly wrong in everything I’m about to say but I just need to get it off my chest.

My first prediction would be that Seungho rapes Nakyum, honestly I don’t even want to write this one down because it hurts, but that’s just what first went into my head when I finished reading the chapter. But I feel that a rape at this point in the story would be to much, and damage the relationship almost an unfixable amount. Nakyum has been through so much and now after feeling little save after seeing Seungho, he losses it and starts attacking him with assumptions. Like imagin the person you were calling out to save you from harm end up being the one that harms you the most.

My second prediction is that maybe Seungho breaks down, like actually start crying. At first I thought he had turned Nakyum around because he was going to rape him, but ones they showed his face I think he did it because he didn’t want Nakyum seeing how hurt and humiliated he actually was by what happened. I believe that what he was telling Nakyum was actually directed at himself. A part of me feel like deep inside Seungho knows Nakyum didn’t try running away. And he knows Nakyum is lying to him. And I think thats what hurts him the most the fact that he feels like Nakyum still dosnt trust him enough to be honest. Like that one time Nakyum asked him to sleep with him but didn’t explain why. But I mean we really can’t blame the poor bb Seungho isnt okay.

And my last prediction is that Seungho thinks that Nakyum was trying to meet up with In Hun. Or that he already met with him and was sent back to follow through with orders. This prediction honestly ties in with my other two. No matter how I think about it In Hun has something to do with how pissed off Seungho is. Maybe he thinks that Nakyum and In Hun were plotting something from the beginning and that’s why he called Nakyum a conning creature.

This last chapter of painter of the night really left me heartbroken. I mean I understand that it’s still too soon for Seungho and Nakyum to be fully happy and accepting of each other’s feelings. Both characters are so damaged.

Seungho by his past childhood traumas that have bleed into his adult live making him an unstable violent mess when ever his faced with emotions for which he dosnt understanding nor know how to deal with. And Nakyum with all the trauma he has gone through sense he meet Seungho ( Seungho being the main cause for most of the trauma ...). Plus we still don’t know if his had any past trauma like Seungho, when he was a child.

Okay I’m done talking, honstly I just want them to be happy 😭

[windfighter]

Things I thought were Just Girl Things(tm) until like 2 years ago:

- constantly wishing I’d get breast cancer so someone would take my breasts off

- wanting to get neutered, not because I had any period cramps, it was just wrong to have a uterus

- no I would not have been able to explain how that was wrong

- Crying and feeling super anxious every time I had to get a new bra because ugh breasts

- Being unable to stand seeing my reflection in a mirror

- changing rooms in stores were the bane of my existence

- honstly just clothes stores overall made me cry because I wasn’t even allowed to look at the men’s section and the women’s section was so utterly wrong in all ways and the men’s section wasn’t

- actually you know what that last thing is actually pretty much a Girl Thing from what I’ve heard from others

- but still

- occassionally wondering if I’d feel more complete if I had a dick

- trying that out by stuffing socks down there

- it didn’t really answer the question because those were just socks

- I tried imagining it really hard instead

- instantly fearing my family would kill me if they ever learned I had that thought and hid it super deep in myself and never talk about it again

(until now apparently)

- the constant hating myself for not being born as a guy

- honestly still not sure if that’s because me or because society teaches us that women are less???

- constantly saying how stuff I did/liked was proof that I was a guy

- trying to convince myself all those thing were Just Girl Things(TM) because mother constantly let me know that I was a girl

- feeling sick every time I got jewelry and dresses and pretty scarves as gifts

- hating the color pink with a passion

- seriously the color pink was my nemesis and literally everyone always got so SHOCKED

- “but you’re a girl you have to like pink”

- pink is just washed out red and it’s either superboring or superugly

- I will fight you

(I don’t hate pink quite as much nowadays but you still won’t catch me wearing it)

- I’m gonna mention the constant wish for breast cancer again because now that I’m older and smarter and have learned stuff I realize just how fucked up that one was

- Always being a guy in my daydreams because who wouldn’t wanna be a guy?

- There’s probably more I don’t remember right now, I had an even longer list in my head when I tried to sleep last night

[voronarara]

My Miku Expo experience

So I went to Miku Expo Cologne last month and let me tell you, it was awesome!!!!!!!

It was a completely unique experience and like no concert I ever went to before, I can't properly describe it because there's nothing I can compare it to, it was simply magical.

The concert was held in the Lanxess Arena which was freaking huge. Here's a stock photo of it cause I wasn't able to take a proper picture of it because of how freaking big it is.

I'm very glad that I made the smart decision to buy the official glow stick online before I went because there was only one merch stand and there was a huge line which went around the entire arena, everything was completely sold out within ten minutes.

Here's the concert hall from the inside:

The concert started with Miku performing three of my favorite songs (Senbonzakura, Ghost Rule, Secret Police). Meiko and Kaito performed one song each, Luka two and Rin&Len three.

There were two songs that made me scream really freaking damn loudly when they started playing which were Satisfaction by Miku and Bring it on by Rin & Len. I love both of these songs so so so freaking much and I didn't expect for them to be performed at all. My gosh, I just love these two songs so much, they are so good, damn.

A lot of good songs were performed like Deep Sea Girl, Kimagure Mercy, Remote Control, Roki Roki, Luka Luka Night Fever, Viva Happy, Alien Alien and Unknown Mother Goose. It was honstly such a good setlist.

The concert was closed with World is mine and Tell your world which was a good decision imo. It got the crowd really hyped right before the end and released them feeling satisfied and happy. Everyone left the concert hall looking exhausted from all the screaming jumping and glow stick waving but also really happy and content. :)

I took more videos but tumblr won't let me post more than one so here you have a short clip of Miku performing Satisfaction:

[floralseokjin]

honstly after reading your pbn 5 update - i just wanna commend you on your writing skills! while I was reading it, i was physically feeling anxious! like my ears were burning red! of course i felt so bad after the chapter ended - but thank you for writing it. thank you for helping me ~feel~ you know? thanks a ton! cannot wait to read more of your works (im kinda new here) and also the new update for the fic xx

oh wow thank you so much! i always try to describe things a lot to make you guys get the best picture possible! sometimes i think it can be a little bit of an overkill because my fics are very introspective heavy! but that’s really the style i love because i am a deep thinker myself …. maybe i can blame my cancer moon for writing such long ass fics lmao! thank u so much for reading and i hope you enjoy the rest of pbn 💞

[shoeshoesho]

april 23, 2017

Yesterday i broke a little. i was looking out of his window so frustrated. And for what? i have no idea. The night before I did the same thing. I was so upset, so “fed up” with going out with him and doing all these fun things. For what? I asked. i have no idea why i am so upset right now. It is a deep frustration that i cant put my finger on. I broke out angerly at him and he said, “ i have no idea where this is comming from” and i said “me neither.” He thinks i am just being emotional. And to be honest, i couldn’t believe that is all he thought it to be. I was almost angry he was naive enough to believe it to be so simple. To believe that i was so simple..so easily curved by emotions, like some little child. I thought maybe he knew it was not so simple but chose to believe so to spare his own feelings. To blockade himself from the issue and to repeat. “everything is alright.” I believe him to be more intelligent than most and to be guarded rather than stupid. Whatever it is i believe.. He simply said i would not have to deal with this again cause we would move in a month. That also pissed me off. Dont you see that this is more intrinsic in the machine than you believe it to be?This will only continue to occur if i dont understand the feeling. Why do i feel this way? 

Am i sick of being with him? Am i sick of his friends? ( i think so). Am i sick of being in the lovely santa cruz on a sunny hot day? Is it from being too happy all too quick? I know i enjoy pain, and pleasure is only as good as the pain you feel. And i agree that it is a trade that occurs every day. Am i eating all these sweets at once? Is that why i am so “fed up.” I am very confused indeed. 

Maybe because i was catapulted into his life and it was as if i lost a sense of identity. But at the same time, i cannot bare a weekend without him. Is my life so dull and drab, his color paints all my beige walls bright? My life was/is a simple one. Simply alone. I often begged for someone to come here and share it with me, but my style was always a lonely one. As i have said in previous notes- alone but never feeling alone. Looking back now, i have dropped off 75% of the few friends i had after this relationship. But if i had the choice, its weird, i would not say i would want to text them frivolously right now and decide to take a week hiatus from our relationship. I still want him and i still need him. Even the slightest thought of being without him in my life makes me cry a little. He is always who i want to love and be with. But i am suffocating in a life that i want. I dont know how to make this life more me. He welcomes me to do so but i cant seem to figure out how to do it. Maybe it is from the shortcommings of being a partner? Maybe i am not used to such closeness. I tend to cave because i generally care too much about how hes going to feel. Just making up all this shit about how hes going to feel abou tit. 

I originally got upset becasue i didnt want to eat at his friends house. Why? Because honestly, i am not entirely comfortable at his fieinds place, and around his friends sitll. I am introverted and i would like to just not socialize forever. Maybe i am sick of socializing. And socializing with people that arent even my friends. I always give a modest day or few hrs to my freinds in the past (friday night to saturday) and that pretty much emptys my tank. In my head were talking about shit that honestly i know NOTHING about, CONSTANTLY. so therefore.. at the moment, i have NO INTEREST. constantly worried about WHAT to talk about. Constantly worried about making good impressions. You know i have no problem being myself.. but this IS myself. I dont crank it open in one go, i dont shoot the shit very well and you wont know me until you really know me. Its going to take more than 30 tires and its not easy. I can fake it for about 45 min and then Im going to start making an escape route. So why punish myself for being me? I guess i am not. I am not apologetic to him or his friends. I was previously but at this point.. i will not apologize, but i will be sorry for having to be absent from all the things he wants me to be a part of. And i will continue throughout our relationship to be sorry. I will be sorry for skipping out on those things, cause honstly babe, i dont wanna go. Your going to light up that room and im going to disappear. Im going to disappear into the wallpaper and the touching shoulders. Im going to disappear into the bathroom or out back. Im going to be absent more often than you think.  he is my only connection in this world. He is the only outlet, and the only one that knows my true color. No one here knows my true color. No one here knows what im about or who i am. And when you take one hour or two away from me, I am disappering into the walls. Making smiles and laughs that are find after a drink or four. But when you add them up, i am drowning in it. I am drowning in a life i want. I am drowning from constantly feeling inadequate or like an accessory to your life. I am drowning from not feeling and knowing the worth that i am in this world. To feel my imprint on this world. I can mirror this image to exactly what it feels to stand on top of a mountain alone. 

To be strong, on your own- and i have never felt prouder of myself in any situation. To feel capable and independent. To feel like a force of nature. To feel your existance in this world to be insignificant because you are reminded that indeed, this world is incredible and unforgiving. 

That is what is me at my best. 

[nuciablue]

Happy Valentines @suzanami heres a smut filled FuuxFerio Fanfic for you. Hope you enjoy!

Rated Explicit

Main couple FuuxFerio with just a dash of FuuxUmi

A 18 year old Fuu Hououji was sitting out in the grass just outside the castle of Cephiro. A sigh escaped her lips as she put her chin in one of her hands. Fuu had not seen Ferio all day and it was starting to bother her. She had been on vacation from high school and her Hikaru and Umi decided to spend most of it in Cephiro. Fuu and Ferio's relationship had just recently become more sexual and Fuu realized that she longed for Ferio to touch her more then ever, so much so that she would pleasure herself when she was away from him, especially when she was in Japan. Ferio had became more busy with his prince duty's as of late and even though Fuu understood she couldn't help feel lonely. Ferio and her would see each other from time to time. He would give her a kiss and touch her body through her clothes but he would soon have to leave, which made Fuu wet and sad. Fuu laid back and looked up at the clouds in the sky. Then out of nowhere Umi's head popped into her vision.

"So here you are Fuu. Hikaru and me was wondering where you got off to so I decided to come look for you." Umi said with worry in her voice. Fuu sat up then Umi quickly sat next to her.

"Sorry I didn't mean to make you worry, I just needed some air." Fuu said a soft voice.

"Oh I understand and not getting any for so long would be hard on anyone." Fuu automatically blushed and snapped her head towards Umi.

"UMI SAN!" Fuu said very embarrassed. Umi laughed.

"Oh come on Fuu it's so obvious that you and Ferio have gone all the way, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." Fuu's blush was still on her cheeks but had lessened.

"I didn't think it was that obvious." Fuu said in a low voice.

"Maybe It's just me that can tell, I mean we have been friends for a long time. It's kind of funny though Hikaru can tell something changed between you and Ferio but she can't put her finger on it haha." This made Fuu smile a bit.

'Cute little innocent Hikaru.' Fuu thought to herself.

"Fuu I'm here if you want to talk about it. I mean you don't have to go into detail or anything, but I'm here to listen." Umi said while putting a hand on Fuu's back and started rubbing it.

"Thanks Umi san, but there's really not much to say only that I miss Ferio. I know that he has he's duty's but I can't help but feel lonely." Fuu said with saddness in voice.

"It's only natural to feel that way. I'm sure Ferio's feeling that way too."

"Yes I know. I wish he would just find some way to get away from his duty's for just a little bit. I'm not usually this selfish, but I need some alone time with him and I feel if I don't I'm going to go crazy." Fuu looked to the grass they were sitting on and starting pulling some up. Umi began rubbing Fuu's shoulder again and as she was doing so a thought crossed her mind.

"I think I just came up with an idea to get Ferio to forget about his duty's." Umi said with a mischievous smile. Fuu rised an eyebrow at Umi. Umi leaned over to Fuu and whispered in her ear. Fuu's eye's went wide.

"I don't know Umi san."

"Come on Fuu I'm sure it will work. Won't hurt to try."

"Well I suppose..."

"Good, let's give it a try at dinner." Umi had a big smile on her face while Fuu looked worried.

"Let's go back to the castle and have some tea with Hikaru."

"Alright sounds good." Fuu and Umi got up from the grass then headed to the castle. Later that night at dinner Umi insisted that Fuu sit between her and Hikaru much to Ferio's dismay. Umi looked over to Ferio who was sitting across from the three girls. She waited until he looked up from his food and over to Fuu. Once he did she put her arm around Fuu's shoulders and pulled her closer. Umi then put her lips on Fuu's cheek and gave her cheek a lick. This made Fuu shiver. Umi pulled her face away just enough to see Ferio's expression. Umi smiled when she saw the face he was making.

'Heh It's working. Better keep going' Umi smirked then put her head on Fuu's shoulder and started blowning air on her neck which gave Fuu goose bumps.

"Oh Fuu your shoulders so comfy." Fuu looked over at Umi and smiled.

"I'm glad you like it, you can stay there as long as you like." It was really hard for Fuu to keep up the charade. Luckly everyone other then Ferio wasn't paying attention to what was going on because they were engrossed in there own conversations. Umi then put her head up but didn't take her arm away just yet. Umi grabbed her fork and began eating while rubbing Fuu's shoulder and she was starting to get ever so close to Fuu's breast. Then Hikaru spoke up.

"Ferio are you okay? Your making a really weird face and you haven't even touched any of your food." All eyes were now on Ferio. Ferio cleared his throat.

"I'm fine Hikaru, I guess I'm just not that hungry. Sorry everyone but I think I'm going to go get some more work done." He didn't wait for anyone's response he just stood up and turned around and left. Umi took her arm away from Fuu's shoulders and laughed in her hand. Fuu felt bad and almost wanted to go after him. A couple hours after dinner Ferio turned up after Fuu started heading towards their room that they shared. Before Ferio could say anything to Fuu Umi popped up and grabbed Fuu's arm.

"Come on Fuu we're going to have a slumber party." Umi quickly pulled Fuu away. Ferio had a bit of an angry look on his face. He turned around and sulked back to his room. For the next couple of days Ferio would always see Umi hanging off Fuu touching parts of her that friends normally wouldn't touch and the thing that was really getting him was that Fuu let her. Ferio couldn't help but start to feel jealous. Ferio was pacing back and forth in his room. He was suppose to be doing work but no matter how much he tired he just couldn't focus so he went back to his room for a break but instead of taking a break his mind was just going miles a minute.

"What's going on bewteen Fuu and Umi? I thought they were just friends? Is it because I haven't been able to spend much time with Fuu and now her and Umi have become more. AHHH! this is driving me crazy." Ferio threw himself on his bed. He knew that soon someone would come around and tell him he needed to get back to work, but he honstly woundn't be able to do anything until he talked to Fuu and figured this out. He got up off the bed and headed to the window. He opened it and when he looked out he could see two people in the distance and it just happened to be Umi and Fuu. Ferio noticed Umi look up at him then she put a hand on Fuu's butt. Ferio scowled.

"That's it! I'm going to find out what's going on!" Ferio ran out of the room and past people that were yelling his name, but he gave them no mind as he rushed to get outside. It only took him a couple of minutes to reach the two.

"What's going on with you two!" Ferio didn't even sound out of breath. Both the girls turned around quickly.

"Are you two more then friends now? because everytime I see you two together Umi can't seem to keep her hands off you Fuu." Ferio said not sounding calm at all.

"Ferio I.." Fuu began to say then out of nowhere Umi Started laughing. Both Fuu and Ferio looked at her.

"What's so funny Umi?" Said Ferio annoyed.

"It's just so cute how jealous you are right now. You can't stand the fact that I've been able to touch Fuu more then you have lately." Umi said smirking.

"Yeah what of it? She's my girlfriend I can't help feel that way when someone else touches her the way only I should be able to." Ferio sounded more sad then angry. Fuu started to feel really bad. Umi went over to Ferio and flicked him on the noise.

"Ow." Ferio held his nose.

"Well then maybe if you took time out of your busy schedule to spend time with Fuu maybe you could be the one touching her. You know even girls like the touch of the one they love." Ferio opened his mouth to say something but just ended up lowering his head. Umi put a hand on Ferio's shoulder.

"Sorry about all this Ferio, but it seemed the only way to get you to notice." Ferio's head shot up at Umi's words.

"What do you mean by that? Was this just a ruse?" Ferio asked with an eyebrow up. Umi laughed nervously.

"Yup, I did all those things to make you jealous, that way maybe you would give Fuu some more attention." Ferio had his mouth open in surprise, then he looked over to Fuu who was trying to avoid his eyes.

"Will I think this is my cue to leave. Now that you've mangaged to get away from your duty's you two can talk." Umi turned around and began to leave. As she past Fuu she put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a smile then she was gone. Ferio walked up to Fuu leaving a distance between them. Ferio put a hand through his hair and laughed nervously.

"Man I feel dumb. I should of known it was just a prank."

"I'm sorry Ferio, It was Umi's idea but I shouldn't of went along with it."

"Nah please don't be sorry. You've been here almost a week and I didn't even spend much time with you." Fuu moved closer to him. Ferio then grabbed her and brought her into his embrace. Fuu was surprised at first but soon put her arms around him.

"I deserved what you and Umi did but I'm still going to have to retaliate." Ferio wispered in her ear. Before Fuu could say anything Ferio bit her ear lightly which made Fuu shiver. Before they could go any further someone came up behind them and told Ferio that he really needed to get back to the castle. Before Ferio let go he gave Fuu a very deep and passionate kiss. Ferio let go of Fuu and backed away.

"See you at dinner Fuu." Ferio winked at her then walked away with the person. Fuu stood there, hand over her chest.

"I wonder what he has planned." She sounded both scared and excited.

When Fuu walked into the dinning room for dinner Ferio grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the table to sit down next to him. Umi giggled from her spot at the table. After they were both seated Ferio kissed Fuu on the cheek. Fuu blushed sightly and smiled. The food was brought out and sat on the table. Everyone began eating and talking amongst themselves. Fuu kept wondering if Ferio was going to do anything but he just kept eating and chating with her. Just when Fuu began letting her guard down Ferio took off his gloves and placed his hand on her leg. Fuu flinched but didn't move his hand away. Fuu was wearing a skirt so she could feel the roughness of his hand. Ferio smirked then started rubbing the inside of her thigh. His touch was sending shivers down her spine and she was trying hard not to make any noise. Ferio slowly began moving his hand towards her nether regions. Once he got to her panty's he started doing circles with his finger on top of her panty's just above her clit. Fuu had to bite her lip in order to not moan out loud. Ferio's finger began to get wet. Ferio leaned over and put his mouth up to Fuu's ear.

"Your already so wet Fuu." He wispered in her ear seductively. This made Fuu even more turned on. Ferio looked around the table to make sure people weren't paying attantion to them and when he noticed that no one was he lifted his hand and slowly put his hand down her panty's. Fuu gasped and bit her lip when she felt his hand slide under her underwear and touch her most sensitive parts. Her face was very red from embarrassment and pleasure. She hoped no one noticed. Ferio brought his mouth back to her ear.

"Open your legs wider for me." He whispered again. Fuu did as she was told without hesitation. "That's a good girl." He then licked her ear and sucked on it while he began massaging her clit. Fuu was finding it so much harder to keep from moaning. Ferio was making her feel so good that it was torture. Ferio removed his finger from her clit and put it in her vagina. Fuu walls automatically tighted around his finger. Small sounds started to escape Fuu's lips as Ferio began to move his finger in and out of her. Umi looked over and noticed right away what they were doing.

'I guess I should help them out so no one else notices.' Umi thought before standing up and getting everyone's attention by telling an outrageous story. Fuu was thankful for Umi's distraction as it was getting harder for her to keep control. Ferio on the other hand had forgotten where he was as if no one else was there. Ferio moved his head to Fuu's neck and begain sucking and licking it while putting one more finger into Fuu's vagina as well as moving his fingers faster. Fuu's vision was starting to blur from all the pleasure and she was just about to reach her climax. Ferio gave Fuu's vagina two more good pumps with his fingers and Fuu spilled all her juices all over his hand. Fuu couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips and it was so load that even Umi couldn't distract everyone from hearing it. Just as all eyes were on the two Fuu leaned on the table putting her head into her arms to cover her face that was very red. Ferio took his hand out of Fuu's vigina and quickly put his gloves back on. Before anyone could ask any questions Ferio stood up while trying to hide his erection as best as he could.

"I think Fuu's not feeling very good, I'm going to take her back to her room." He pulled out Fuu's chair and picked her up bridal style. Fuu put her head into Ferio's neck so she could avoid everyone's looks. Hikaru stood up.

"Oh no, Is she going to be okay?" Fuu took her head away from Ferio's neck to look at Hikaru.

"Don't worry Hikaru san I'm fine, I think I just need some rest." Fuu gave Hikaru a kind smile.

"Alright sleep well." Said Hikaru giving Fuu a smile of her own. Fuu nodding then put her head back on Ferio's shoulder. Ferio carried Fuu out of the dinning room without another word. Ferio carried Fuu down the hall to their room.

"Ferio I can walk the rest of the way myself."

"Don't worry I'll carry you. Besides this is my way of saying I'm sorry for embarassing you infront of everyone." Ferio said a slight blush on his cheeks. Fuu's cheeks became red themselves.

"It's okay. Though I'm sure people may be talking about it for a while it was quite exhilarating." Fuu said her face becaming more red. Ferio chuckled.

"Well then do you want to do more?" He said with lust in his voice. Fuu just nodded as she found it hard to talk at the moment. Ferio sped up his pace and Fuu noticed that he past their room.

"Where are you going? You just past our room." Fuu said in confusion.

"I know a room that most people don't know about. That way we won't be disturbed."

"Oh that sounds wonderful." Fuu then tighten her grip around Ferio and laid her head back on his shoulder. She was happy to finally be able to spend time alone with Ferio. Ferio smiled after feeling her rest her head on his shoulder. Ferio had went into a jog without realizing it and almost missed the room. Ferio opened the door with Fuu still in his arms and once they were through he kicked it closed. He walked over to the bed and sat Fuu gently upon it. Ferio stepped away and took off his cape and gloves. Fuu looked around the room taking in her surroundings.

"This room is very beautiful." Fuu said her eyes lighting up.

"I'm glad you like it. I was somehow able to snick away and clean it up a bit. I wanted make it look nice for you." Fuu looked over at Ferio and smiled. Fuu stood up and walked over to Ferio. Without a word she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. Ferio put his arms around her and deepen the kiss. Pretty soon there tongues were fighting for dominance. They soon pulled apart for air. Fuu then noticed a sad look in Ferio's eyes. Ferio took Fuu arms away from his shoulders then made it so he was holding her hands.

"I'm sorry Fuu for making you feel lonely and ignoring you even if it was because of my prince duty's. I should of made time for you no matter what." He brought both her hands to his lips and kissed them. Fuu tried hard to keep her tears at bay.

"I want you to know that I always thought of you, always wished I could of been holding you instead of working, talking with you instead of listening to boring people talking in meetings. I know those things are important, I know Cephiro is important, but to me you are what is most important. I know some may look down on me for that, but that's how I feel and I don't care. You are the person I love most in all of Cephiro. I love you with all my heart, always and forever Fuu." Tears streamed down Fuu's cheek's as she throw herself at Ferio and hugged him tightly. Ferio hugged her back and rubbed his cheek on her head while smelling her hair.

"I love you too Ferio. Your most important to me both on Earth and Cephiro." Fuu said still crying.

"From now on I'll always make time for you no matter how busy things get and if they don't like it I'll tell them to go screw themselves." Ferio chuckled into Fuu's hair. This made Fuu laugh as well. After a few more moments they pulled away and looked into each others eyes. They slowly put their lips on one anothers. The kiss was tinder and filled with there love for one another. They pulled away then went right back to each others lips once more but this time it was filled with way more passion and want. Soon they were back to having there tongues in each others mouths. When they parted once again Ferio went down to Fuu's neck and began kissing it in places he knew she liked. Fuu could feel Ferio's erection againist her leg and it was turning her on that he wanted her so much. Fuu pushed Ferio away from her.

"Take...your...clothes off...now!" Fuu said out of breath but a bit aggressive. Ferio was taken a back.

"Fuu your being so aggressive, so not like you." Ferio said in a bit of a joking manner. "Your so hot this way." Fuu turned her head away and blushed. The lust she was feeling and longing to touch him was making her lose control. Ferio saw her turn her head away.

'She's so cute. One minute she's ordering me to take off my clothes and next she's blushing then turning her head away in embarassment.' Ferio chuckled to himself. When Fuu turned back around to Ferio he was taking off his shirt. Fuu looked at his bare chest and as if on autopilot she reached out and touched it. Ferio loved the feeling of her soft hands on his chest. Before Ferio could reach out to touch her Fuu was taking off his pants and underwear. Ferio was very surprised by her boldness, though he wasn't complaining. Ferio kicked his pants and underwear away. Fuu looked at Ferio's cock and couldn't help but blush yet again.

'What's gotten into me? Is this what happens when you haven't had any for so long' Fuu shook away her thoughts and started pushing Ferio towards the bed. Ferio let her do whatever she wanted to do to him. Once Fuu had pushed him all the way to the bed Ferio sat down on the edge. Fuu didn't waste any time taking off her clothes. Ferio was very impressed by her speed. Fuu then pushed Ferio down so that he was laying. Fuu got on the bed beside him and was looking down at him. It took all Ferio's will power not to reach up and grab her breasts. Then Ferio noticed that Fuu forgot to take off her glasses so he reached up and took them from her face. Before Ferio could do anything with her glasses Fuu grabbed them and threw them somewhere on the bed. Fuu bent over and kissed Ferio hard on the lips. Ferio brought one of his hands up and put it through Fuu's hair. With Ferio distracted Fuu sild her hand down to Ferio's cock and grabbed it, then began storking it gently. This caused Ferio to pull away from the kiss and gasp.

"Fuu." Was all Ferio could manage to get out. Fuu put her lips back on his as she quicken the pace of her hand. Ferio moaned into Fuu's mouth as she rubbed him even faster. Ferio could feel that he was about to climax so he sat up taking Fuu with him and took her hand away. Fuu gave him a confused look.

"I'd reather cum together with you if you don't mind." Ferio said a bit out of breath. Fuu gave him a smile.

"If your sure, I just wanted to return the favor from earlier."

"And I greatly appreciate it." Ferio smiled then kissed her on the forehead. Fuu pulled away from Ferio and crawled further on the bed. Ferio followed suit. As Ferio got closer to where Fuu was sitting on the bed she grabbed him and pulled him down with her. Ferio was now holding himself up on his hands looking over Fuu's body then back up to her face.

"Your so beautiful Fuu." Ferio said in a loving voice. Fuu put a hand on Ferio's cheek.

"Your not to bad looking yourself." Fuu giggled while going over his scars with her finger tips. Ferio brought his head down and kissed her. They kissed for a bit and in between kissing Ferio put one of his hands on one of Fuu's breasts. When he begain rubbing it Fuu moaned. Ferio stopped kissing Fuu then moved down to Fuu's breasts and put his mouth over the nipple and began sucking. Fuu moaned loudly while putting her head back. Fuu's moans were making Ferio more turned on then ever that his erection got even more harder if that was even possible. Ferio brought his head up from fuu's breasts and was about to say something to Fuu but she beat him to the punch.

"I can't take anymore. Please get inside me." Ferio laughed to himself because he was about to say that he needed to be inside of her soon.

"As you wish." Ferio then positioned himself and Fuu opened her legs wide. Ferio looked down between her legs and noticed how much liquid spilled out.

"Your so wet Fuu, even more then earlier. I'm glad you want me so much."

"Stop teasing me Ferio and get inside me already." Fuu said her breathing heavy. She was partly joking but mostly serious. Ferio liked this side of Fuu, like it was a side she would only use when with him. Ferio said no more and did as Fuu wanted. He thrusted into her. They both moaned out in pleasure. Ferio couldn't hold himself back anymore as his thrusts became faster. Fuu moaned out Ferio's name and he could feel her walls tighten around him more. Ferio didn't want it to end but he could feel his end coming. Then Ferio thought of something new they could try and he slowed down his movements. Fuu began to whine but then in the blink of a eye Ferio flipped them around so that Fuu was on top him. It happend so fast that Fuu had no idea how he did it.

"Let's try this Fuu." Fuu sat up and Ferio was still somehow inside of her.

"I've never done this before." Fuu said her voice straining.

"Let's try something new together Fuu." Ferio grabbed Fuu's butt and rubbed it. Fuu began moving her body up and down on Ferio. She had to admit it was exciting being in so much control. Ferio loved the view he was getting as Fuu moved up and down on him. Ferio moaned loudly. It didn't take very much longer for both of them to began to feel there climax's.

"Fuu I'm about cum." He said in between moans.

"Me...too." Fuu said while moving up and down.

"Let's...cum together. Finish me off Fuu." Ferio moved his hands away from Fuu and she went up and down on him a couple more times then they both cried out and came together. Fuu bent backwards as her eyes rolled in the back of her head from her orgasm. Ferio tightly grabbed the blankets underneath him and felt like he was in heaven. Once Fuu had came down from her high she collapsed onto Ferio's chest. Ferio turned them around so he could pull himself out of her, but if it was up to him he would stay there forever. They were both now laying on there backs looking up at the sealing.

"That was wonderful." Said Fuu.

"I'll say. You should be on top more often." Ferio chuckled then turned on his side to face Fuu and Fuu did the same. They looked into each others eyes lovingly. Fuu moved closer to Ferio and put her arms around him while putting her head on his chest. Ferio put his arms around her as well and rested his chin on top of her head.

"I love you Ferio." Fuu said softly and after she did she swore she could hear Ferio's heart beat just a bit faster.

"I love you too Fuu." Ferio said as he storked her back. Fuu smiled into his chest. They stayed that way until there eyes began feeling heavy and sleep was starting to take hold. They pulled apart just long enough to get under the blankets, then they were back in each others arms. They kissed one last time before falling asleep in each other arms.

After that day whenever Fuu would come to Cephiro Ferio always made time for her, even if it meant them meeting in a closet to have a quickie or just laying around enjoying each others company. At first people would give Ferio a hard time for ditching his duty's, but they soon noticed that when he got time to spend with Fuu he would work way better. So in the end it worked out well for everyone. Fuu always had a smile on her face when coming to Cephiro now and she had to admit if it wasn't for what Umi had done maybe things would of never changed. Ferio and Fuu stood outside looking at the sky together. Then out of nowhere Umi jumped up from behind them.

"HEY GUYS! spacing out at the sky I see." Umi laughed loadly. Both Fuu and Ferio turned to Umi and smiled.

"Thank you Umi!" Fuu and Ferio said in unison.

"Huh?" Umi looked at them confused. Then Fuu and Ferio got on either side of Umi and before she could move they kissed her on her cheeks. Umi blushed.

"What are you two doing?!" Umi said embarrassed. Fuu and Ferio laughed then they both hugged Umi.

"Thank you Umi san." said Fuu.

"Yeah thanks Umi, Your the best." Said Ferio with a big smile.

"You guys sure are being weird. Especially you Fuu." Fuu and Ferio began laughing again. Umi couldn't help but start to laugh as well.

"Your welcome I guess, you weirdo's" Said Umi. They shared one last laugh together then headed back to the castle. Fuu and Ferio held hands and smiled at each other glad to be together now and forever.

[daydreaming-oneshots]

The fucking date Pt. 2

A/N As you ladies know, my partner and I have been MIA for quite some time now and I just wanted to jump back in the game for a bit. I really miss writing here and expressing my hidden thoughts in general. I reread a few one shots to give myself a few ideas on where to pick uo at. This was the first one shot that I ever wrote on this particular blog so I figured why not continue where I started from! Enjoy my LT ladies. (Btw I got married in May whoop whoop!!!)

“Hey babe!” Larry’s voice sang through the other end of the reciever. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I knooow.” Mya whined from her end. “I can’t believe it’s been almost 3 years- and you know you can’t really call me babe anymore, right?” She listened as he let out a small chuckle after what seemed like a full minute of silence.

“Why can’t you just go with it though? He finally asked.

“Well, let’s see.” She began.

“Oooh non, here we go.” He groaned.

“Yes, here we go. “ She mocked. “I went with it the first time you cheated on me, didn’t I?”

“Mya PLEASE, this not why I call.”

“Oh no, but you asked why I can’t just go with it. So, did I not go with it then? What about the second or third time until I decided not to cry over you anymore and left. You didn’t hesitate to go with it then.” The line went silent for what  seemed like forever.

“Listen…” Larry began “ I am so sorry about how things ended between us. I’m so sorry for ever hurting you. I tell you this now over the phone but I really wanted to see you and tell you in person so you can really know I mean it. Can I please see you soon?

“I don’t know, Larry.” Mya let out a long sigh. You know I have a busy schedule and yours is even busier. I’m sure that when I’m free you won’t be so let’s not even try this.”

“No Mya, I will be in the U.S for two weeks so I will have time for nothing but you.”

“Are you sure? Because the last time you gave all your time to those other girls. How are they by the way, any of them still around?”

Larry let out a bitter scoff before he even tried to answer.

“You know they not around anymore  and I dont’t want them to be here with my anymore.”

“Well who do you want with you?”

There was yet another short silence on the line before either of them even let a breath of air be heard. The phone conversations they’d had over the past few months grew slightly longer each time. Of course they both missed each other but their time was up and they simply moved on.

“Just…can I see you soon?” Larry finally asked.

“Yeah… I guess.” Mya sighed.

“When?” He abruptly asked.

“Uuum, let me check my schedule really quick.”

“How about today?”

“Today?! That’s entirely too soon, Larry. I’m not even home and won’t be back until la-“

She was cut off by a knock on the bay window of her living room where she lay lazily across the couch still in her pajamas with her locks pulled back into me messy ponytail. She watched out of the window like a dear caught in headlights as Larry waved at her with  the huge bunny grin that she used to fall for every time and it was beginning to get to her even now.

She hopped up from the couch and nearly sprinted all too happily to the hallway leading to the front door before stopping to look in the large hanging mirror. She fixed her hair and straighten her clothes before opening the door where he waited.

The cologne he wore was nothing she’d ever smelled on him before. It was like a mix of Egyptian musk and something else that was just heavenly and devine. He wore a simple white button down long tailed shirt with the sleeves pushed back to his elbows. A pair of cargo pants ,black Jordans and his hair twisted and pulled back into a ponytail.

“Bonjour.” He chimed with a slight smile that showed his beautifully white teeth.

“H-hi!” Mya stammered almost a little too excitedly. “Uh, what are you doing here?” She nervously brushed away a strand of hair from her face that wasn’t even there.

“I come to see you, Belle. How are you?” He tilted his head slightly to the side and gave her the most innocent smile.

“Don’t try to charm me, Bourgeois, I know your moves and they don’t work on me anymore.” She gave him a mocking smile.

“Not all of them.” He teased.

“Come on in.” She stepped aside to allow him entrance.

Mya had to remind herself to keep her nerves and her lady parts under control as he walked past and gave her thigh a slight brush with his fingers.

She swatted his hand away before closing the door. “Keep your hands to yourself, my boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate that one bit.”

“Oh! Your ‘boyfriend’?” Larry asked with no general interest or surprise present as he gave himself a tour around her living room. “Well, where this ‘boyfriend’ of yours, Mya?” He then made himself entirely too comfortable on the couch and waited for her answer.

“He’s at work.” She crossed her arms as Larry looked her up and down assessing the goods that used to be his.

“What time does he get off?”

“What does it matter? You’ll be gone before he gets home anyways.”

Larry let out a long rolling chuckle while shaking his head at her.

“What’s so funny?” Mya asked half annoyed.

“You.” He stated simply.

“Why?” The annoyance in her voice starting to show.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

“Oh so just because you say something makes it true now, huh?”

Larry continued to laugh through Mya’s growing anger.

“Non, but I know is not true because I don’t see pictures.” Larry waved his hand around the living room to point out the bare walls.

“So what?”

“I know you, you love pictues. These walls used to be full of us. AND I only see your shoes by the front door. AND you wouldn’t have talked to me lately if you were with someone. AND you would’ve mentions him before. AND_”

“OK! Damn… so, I’m single right now but that doesn’t mean anything for you. Alright you’ve seen me now what?”

“It mean a lot for me.”

“And why does it?” Mya gave him a sharp side eye from the spot she still stood in.

“You still single because you know Daddy was coming home.” He bit down on his bottom lip, the one thing that would get her blood pumping without him even having to touch her. He moved from his seat on the couch and stood in front of her, towering over her 5’8 frame.

She attempted to take a step backwards but he caught her around the waist. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart threatened to jump from her chest and he slowly leaned down and was just inches- no milimeters from her face. She felt herself begin to throb as she thought about what this man used to do to her and it was killing her.

“What are you-“ Mya began.

“Shhhhh.” He shushed her. “I know you miss me and I miss you…so much. No one could ever take your place. Come with me tonight.”

“Where?” She said just above a whisper.

“On a date… like old times. Please.” He said in the sexiest deep tone she’d ever heard. “I can pick you up at 7:30. Oui?”

“Ok.” She said while still gazing into his eyes. Her look was almost practically begging for him to screw her right then and there and all would be forgiven. But he instead removed his arm from her waist and gave her a small peck on the forehead.

“I see you then.”

Without another word he showed himself out while Mya stood motionless. Her breath still adjusting and her thoughts flustered. It took her about a full minute to regain her composure. He had only come in for all of 5 minutes and already had her feeling some type of way.

“What the fuck?” She breathed. “How the hell?” She ran her fingers through her locks as she replayed what had just happened. “Damn!” She let her body drop to the couch as she she took a moment to fully assess the situation.

This is honstly what she had been waiting for, he was right and she hated him for it. When they began talking again she already knew which way this was headed. She did in fact break up with her boyfriend after the first phone conversation she’d had with Larry after almost two years. She thought things had just run their course with him until now. NOW she knew why she did it. Because Daddy was coming home.

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The one with the bad pick-up lines  RICHIE TOZIER X READER (part 1)

“What do i say?” Richie asked his best friend, Stan.

“Well, I hear ‘hello’ is really popular. Maybe you could try that?” He said satisfied with his answer.

“Honstly, Stan, if I wanted a stupid-ass answer, I would have just asked Ben.” Richie responded. He had been practicing what he should and should not say to Y/N. But in his mind, everything that came into his mind was absolute gold. He thought he might have a biased opinion when the thought of saying,'You remind me of my pink toe; you’re small, you’re cute, and I’m probably going to bang you on my coffee table later tonight.’. It had started out cute, then he just had to add the ending. I mean, it’s still gold, just a little stright foward.

“Okay, you came to me, the guy who has never even attepted talking to a girl in a 'romantic’ way.” Stan said, doing air quotes around the word 'romantic’ with his hands. Just as Richie finished rolling his eyes at Stan, he saw you walk out the school buliding, his breath hiched. How could one be so…exhilarating? To him, you were like an angel that was cast out of heaven because your beauty out-shined that of any angel that could possibly be up there. Stan was still talking about how stupid the idea of Richie asking him for advice was, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“I’m going to go talk to her.” Richie whispered, not beliving the words that just came out his own mouth.

“Like how you were going to last week, or the week before that?” Stan said. He has heard Richie say that multiple times, never once did he do it, but he got closer everytime.

“Watch me.” He told Stan. All he got in return was an eye roll, and that was enough for him, because he knew that today was the day. You stood there talking to your friend, whom Richie didn’t care enough to learn the name of. He took in a much needed deep breath as he made his way to you. the closer that he got, the more nervous he became. Before he knew it, he was tapping on your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, umm… I was thinking…uhh…Help me i’m lost, can you give me directions to your bedroom?” he said, with that, your friend had left you. Horror washed over him as he realized what he had just asked you, but when you gave him a small laugh, he knew he hadn’t ruined his chances eniterly.

“Sure, but do you have a name or should I just call you mine?” you asked him.

“R-R-Richie” he managed to stutter out. Had you just flirted with him?

SORRY FOR THE BAD GRAMMAR AND SPELLING! NEXT PART WILL BE 200x BETTER

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Weekend Fun

Clare: smiled understandingly when Dakota said it sucked being responsible for the pool. "Well as annoying as cleaning it is just think about how much more work there would be if you guys didn't keep up with it. My relatives didn't have a pool cover or anything and sometimes they'd let it go in the winter, and the water would turn green and frogs would start swimming in it instead of them." Clare chuckled. "One time the water even turned black, I swear, it was nasty." Her mom hadn't wanted her to go over there to swim anymore after that but she did once it was clean. "Good plan! The water is probably only two feet deep too so if she sees it only comes up to your knees maybe that'll help her to be less scared. "Great, the table would work for badminton too." Clare confirmed. "Very enterprising." She said sounding impressed. "Other than babysitting, I've never earned my own money so I'm not complaining when I say my family only has board games and the only computer game I have is Sims 3. Just telling the truth. I don't like most video games so I wouldn't want a gaming console. I know how to play poker too." Clare took the pool stick from Dakota and picked up the cube of chalk. She tilted the cue at an angle and used a deliberate brushing motion to cover the tip with chalk. "Maybe. It might be more fun for us but what would you get out of it, Dom?" Clare shot back. She smiled when Dakota teased Dom about still needing his big brother when he had a bad dream. It was probably because his younger brothers were too young to have girlfriends that they were so interested in his love life. She laughed when Emi said to woman up. "The best way to decide whether or not you'd even want to date someone is to become friends first and get to know each other." Clare advised Dom. She slowly turned the cue stick to keep the chalking coverage steady. She heard Dakota comforting Emi about her mom. Clare put the chalk down and bit her lip. Of course she felt bad for her. Even though Dakota was here for Emi and they loved each other, he couldn't really replace her mom. It would be terrible if Emi forgot her completely and then the woman came back for her daughter. Could that happen if you were only five and your mom was gone for a very long time? After Dakota had cheered the little girl up, Clare watched Dom try to toughen Emi up. She never had a big brother figure so she didn't know if that's what they were supposed to do but it didn't make things worse. She raised an eyebrow when Dakota said he'd knocked himself out yesterday and Ash added that Dakota had hurt his arm when he fell. Clare was surprised to find out that he was accident prone. "Sure." She took the white ball from Dakota. She looked over the other fifteen balls that had already been racked up and positioned the cue ball. Clare stood up straight with her knees bent and held the stick between her thumb and first finger making a v shape. She held the stick level and took aim, hitting the white ball squarely in the center. It smacked against the other balls scattering them. A red ball dropped into a side pocket.

Kota: nodded at Clare's words. "That's true. If you'd like you can swim over here." he offered and listened to her talk about video games and games in general. "I think that we should play poker some time." he chuckled and looked at Dom, then Clare. "What's in it for Dom is that he gets to make fun of us unless we do what Stacy and Dallas do which is go to Dallas' room to make out since they can't really do anything else while we're here. Ash and Dom interrupt them after so long." he stated honestly A smile fell from his lips when Clare talked to Dom and encouraged him. When she took the cue ball and shot, he saw Dallas and Stacy walk down the stairs. "Did mom need you?" they asked. "No, Ash did and barged in. Then started to jump on the bed." Dallas said and Kota looked over to Ash. "I got bored besides they moved the covers over themselves really fast before kicking me out." he laughed a bit and Kota rolled his eyes. "You really need to stop doing that." he stated honestly. "One day Dallas is going to kill you or Stacy will beat the crap out of you." he stated honstly to Ash as Clare made a ball in the hole. "Ok, you're solids I'm stripes." he pointed out. "It's still your turn, whenever you sink a ball you go again unless its one of mine or the eight ball. Sinking the eight ball before your other ones are in the holes ends the game automatically." he pointed out and looked at Ash. "Besides when you get a girl he'll do the same to you." Kota pointed out. "Yea, well if you get a girlfriend the only one you need to worry about interrupting is Emi." Ash stated and Kota shrugged. "Eh, if I get a girlfriend we'll probably wait until Emi is at her friend's house." he said honestly and looked at Clare. "Having fun?" he asked.

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2017-5(MAY)-01-Monday. Please dear Fliss and dear Cath -- If anyone wants to contact dear Cath and Fliss and perhaps myself, please contact Cath via: http://www.internutter.org/

2017-5(MAY)-01-Monday. Please dear Fliss and dear Cath -- If anyone wants to contact dear Cath and Fliss and prhpas myself, plaase contact Cath via: http://www.internutter.org/

(as always please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes I make)

This has been extremely painful for me to type in. and to continue doing it throughout the day rather than post and then post another additional entry later on. I still cannot turn my wrist much.

It's a Monday. A school day.

A bunch of them had walked thru the criminals walkway and were going around the street corner walking on the road, when one hung back then started literally fossiking around in bare sand and dirt of the street verge of 10 Kalara Road. - Why? - Well perhaps it may have to do with the fact that the feral aboriginals camp there for many hours each night or day (or anytime as their whim takes it), they never ever have a 'reason', just like they never have a 'reason' to do the crime and shit they do.

Perhaps he was looking for small change, fallen out of a pocket of the many aboriginals and shitheads that camp there, or maybe he was doing what all those who sit there do....scavenge for used, flithy, cigarette butts. Just because he was young means nothing. They are all doing it. Especially little kids of primary school age and younger in this hellhole area.

It's not the first time I have seen this going on there. I've seen aboriginals actually heaping sand onto the road from there for shittier reasons, although doing anything that is insane is habitual for them in this hellhole.

The street corner (also by the aboriginals) which last year has had oil poured on the road there by them, is a focal point for the aboriginals, in spite of of or because of, the filth.

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My injury (the vicious dog bite done unto me by Max) is weeping blood and pus now. It's being soaked up a litle by the ramshackle wound dressing I have feebly done on my own. I have no help whatsoever at all. The wound is smelling very terrible.

Now it no longer feels like it has been hit by a mallot. Now it all feels like my entire arm-wrist-hand has been run over by a truck.

It hurts anytime I try in the slightest to move any finger of that hand. And my wrist is constantly bent at a strange angle sideways and is too painful to attempt to straighten. It has been like that sice the time of the original vicious dog bite when my hand and arm was literally shook about in the closed jaws of Max.

And let me state again, I did not in any way provoke the attack or instigate it, or lead Max in any way to become so fearful to attack me. Sam & Max are incredibly deep in despair because Fliss has abandoned all of us.

He attacked me because he and Sam miss dear Fliss more than anyone knows. And also because the aborigials all day had been stirring them up making noises outside, noisily willingly and actively trespassing running up and down innocent peoples driveays into peoples yards and property and gathering rocks that they would then throw at each other. They in addition had been noisily jumping like crazed chimpanzes on a some sheets of tin that was laying on the ground in a neighbours yard. That elicited shrieks and yells from the females they were throwing the stones at as hard as they could with all their might.

Each one of them would do somthing ridiculous andor vicous and kept trying to outdo the other one, as if by doing so it would define that they were 'top dog'. - This was (and is) accepted behaviour by the aboriginal adult woman from the criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD who was literally sitting in the dirt with them. She is the one who actively allows the aboriginal toddler child of the criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD dressed ONLY in a diaper to wander about ON the roads in traffic, and even more than a year later it still occurs. And they hurl rocks as hard as they can at each other.

This is what this aboriginal criminal kid and all of them perform about this hellhole and everywhere.

Just because they do it so frequently or ANY of the shit they do so frequently does not by association make it normal.

Last year, he and others were doing the exact same and hurling rocks at a particular innocents house. Literally, just standing there and hurling with all their might any and every rock they could find. Doing that in the presence of adult aboriginals who couldn't care less. The word 'responsibility' and the meaning of, it has no concept to any of them of whatever age they may be.

Please never try to think of these as you would any normal person. They are not. And whenever I mentioned that they are rabid and feral. I do REALLY mean they are rabid and feral.

Wild animals act better than these.

When I asked a policeman (on more than one seperate ocassion), why the hell are these feral kids just allowed to roam about and wander the streets and not ever go to school? - The reply was, 'That's got nothing to do with us (the Police). It's a social services thing.'

And that's how crime is in this hellhole. Nobody deals with it. And everyone passes the buck. Everybody expects some anonynous department or service to deal with it all. And it's only when crime becomes unable to be kept hidden by the authorities and Police that they decide to do something ineffectual about it, or do something so overt that it only LOOKS like they are doing something when in fact they're still doing nothing.

This is fully well into the second year straight, solid, that all this still goes on.

Only now, the Police rarely make any apperances. Only now, there are none of the utterly carefree departmental vehicles driving about and mollycoddling the aboriginals and the criminal aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. Or they are being very not-so-obvious about it all more like.

Last year had countless terrible incidents. Only very few of which I wrote about.

Such as departmental vehicles would pull up at the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD as the overweight aboriginal woman was just sitting on the street verge, whilst THAT aboriginal toddler naked except for a disposable nappy, that toddler waas freely running up and down the roads in traffic. The departamentals saw all that for THEMSELVES and literally did NOTHING.

If they ALWAYS admit nothing about that, why should they admit or have known by anyone that ANY of it EVER has occurred and CONTINUES to occur? -- Better to keep silent and just keep eatng up public money...and mysterious from unknown sources money.

I can clearly recall one time when the diaper child was walking all over the roads in traffic and the overweight aboriginal woman was just sitting on the street verge with a bottle of booze in her hand (as usual), and I could hear their conversation.....

The departmental woman asked about anyone else (including all the other feral shitheads of the place who all live in there) of the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, "Where are they all?"

The overweight aboriginal woman just waved her hand about in a haphazard manner as she sat there on the ground, "I dunno.....out there...somewhere.....maybe.......I dunno......."

And the departmental saw the woman get up, stagger over on the road, grab the feral toddler, which the toddler exploded in vicious yelling to be unhanded as a standard means of always having its own way, (and has since been used all the time), just like the rest of them.

The departmental woman then sat down with them on the street verge and began a ridiculous verbal 'lesson' on how not to let the child wander about because it 'might' get run over.

None of it made any sense to the overweight woman. Not then. Not ever.

More departmental vehicles arrived. Big, always shiny-new 4WD types as well as others always new. Some did things about the rented aboriginal CRIMINAL RESIDENCE, whilst others went off to try to locate the other roaming feral CRIMINAL ABORIGINALS of the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Sometimes they would bring them back. But sometimes they brought back scores of innumerable OTHER additional aboriginals who would stagger out of their vehicle and go into the aboriginal CRIMINAL RESIDENCE. They usually were dressed all in black. Almost always had hoods or other ways of trying to disguise their faces from being seen. But they never hardly stayed, and soon would just walk off again on their own. There was always massive LOUD verbal fights going on at the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. (refer back in my blog to read all about that), AND read about the crazy, demented mad aborignal woman constantly smashing windows in the evicted and empty drug dealer house across the road from them.

And all that occurred countless times. Honstly, Without any doubt of exaggeration. TRULY COUNTLESS TIMES. -- COUNTLESS WEST AUSTRALIAN POLICE VISITS.......

Police in several vehicles actually once caught 10-14 aboriginals in an innocent neighbours yard, (out of the then securely fenced picketted corner house of 10 Kalara Road), and all that the West Australia Police did was to get women Police officers to march them all down to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD 2 houses away as if it was a royal escort.

And that was the end of all that particular days episode incident.

Since then, that exact same corner house has been vandalised, smashed, invaded, constantly and is now a ruin of what it was then. It is the same house that the gentle owner (who lives elsewhere) told me they were truly terribly shocked by the condition it had become in a very short time. The owner had obvioulsy chosen NOT to believe me of what was going on then, or later, and it was only when they themselves were confronted by the reality of what I had been saying was it 'real' to them. -- The houses owner has since privately contacted me but I wish to meet them in person to further their knowledge but the owner is alwasy busy, busy, busy.....

And that is also part of this utter HELL. - I always state the truth about EVERYTHING yet I am not believed and at the same time I am falsley accused.

Tell me I am not in HELL.

I always tell the truth. And I am never believed about anything. I am destroyed. And nobody believes me that I want and need dear Fliss with me the woman I love and who I have always loved, and who I greatly supported in all ways when ALL others refused to, and when all others ceaselessly denigrated dear Fliss. . The dear sweet woman Fliss is who has medical problems that she out of fear kept hidden to EVERYONE, even from her own parents who know the facts but keep them secret from everyone lest it embaress them. I have been murdered. I am destroyed.

This is also why dear Sam & Max are so severely distraught, because dear Fliss abandoned them. The criminals roaming all about adds greater torment to dear Sam & Max's hell in this hellhole.

In late 2015 I tried to contact a dear friend ), a dear close friend of Fliss's, but even dear Cath never knew ANY of what I told her. And this was the SECOND time a terrible event with Fliss had occurred for the same reasons of dear FLiss's medical conditions and despair of having them. Dear Fliss NEVER told ANYONE of her full conditions. . - Dear Cath completely unknown to myself was herself suffering terribly from a trsgic family tragedy of her own father dying. Cath very much loved her Father. Dear Cath refused to read the long emails I sent her explaining everything. She actually told me she had REFUSED to read them! - I have long admired dear Cath for her intellectual prowess and humanity. But she turned upon me and she viciously accused me of one thing after another. Whenever I would honestly explain one thing, she would find another, then another, then another. I tried for quite awhile but it was so traumatic that I had a breakdown from it. I could feel dear Cath was hurt emotionally and I didn't want to subject her to any more. - Dear Cath had always been the 'bridge' between myself and Fliss, and that bridge was now not just torn from me, but torn from me forevermore it seems. From the other side of Australia from me! - I am sorry. I am crying right now typing this. This and everything I ever do, nothing is succeeding in bringing Fliss and I together again. Dear innocent Cath must hate me. The entire WORLD must hate me. -- All I have is criminal ABORIGINALS making everyone here's life here a misery and hell, mine included, and this comes on the heels of dear Fliss PROMISING ME that dear Fliss and I were going to get back together and finally live the lives we were meant to live, being good, and bestowing goodness and charity to all others much of what we had been doing beforehand. - I PROMISE I WISH TO TO BE WITH FLISS AND DO ALL THAT AND MORE.

If nyone wants to contact dear Cath and Fliss and myself, plaase contact Cath via: http://www.internutter.org/

I have been having a great deal of trouble typing because of injuries, but now I am having additional trouble because I cannot see because my eyes are so full of tears. I am sobbing. I have a huge hedache from crying.

Sweet dear Fliss PLEASE CONTACT ME...PLEASE!

So many times I have been PROMISED things, that things with Fliss and I will have us back together. Private Doctors who have known both of us have assured me that. And then it failed to have happen. When I enquire to them why it was not happening, they seemed perplexed and unable to explain, and truly mystified. Nothing ws making sense. The same was assured to me by a young woman both Fliss and I knew who worked at a pet food store where we always got our dog food from and where we always took Sam & Max there to have dog-washed at which they enjoyed immensly. She too said , 'Uh....she hasn't? oh,well then....maybe it's for the better......" -- She actually made me feel so MUCH WORSE as if she was ridiculing me crying and sobbing and having to walk away from what we were talking about. It was another thing that has been smashed against me, that because I am a man, that I should appear ultrastrong and impervious to felings and crying......but I have never been that. Fliss knows that. And she always appreciated I would always be there for her no matter what.

Now I DO NOT KNOW what is going on. Even a spark of hope would give me a spark of life and hope to live. But there is nothing. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Dear Fliss's entire online existense seems to have been being erased as if she never existed. - I'm awaiting somebody lying to me that Fliss is no longer alive for some reason.

I am ready at the drop of a hat to leave this hellhole and join you Fliss in a new life in another place in another state of Australia where Fliss (if she wanst to) has TOTAL control over everything, who we meet, what we do, and so on, just so I can be with dear Fliss. Fliss can have total control if she wants if that' what she desires. Marriage is certauinly no longer a forbidden matter for us to discuss. I am more than happy to marry you dear Fliss just as we discused countless tiumes.

I have barely not been eating again, I have been madly trying to save money. It's not much but it's more than we ever had togteher Fliss, enough so I can pay my own way to come to you. And if possible, pay for dear Sam & Max our two much-loved dogs but I need to serioulsy talk to you about them beforehand and it is very private.

Dear Sam and Max have grown uo so heavily and big that just one would knock you to the floor. You could no longer pick one of then up becuse they are so heavy. I couldn't stand to have you bitten as I was in their excitement. That is one reaso why the dogs rush outside EVERY DAY, they think you ARE OUT THERE AND HAVE ARRIVED. and each tim they find you are NOT about, bot dogs get very sullen indeed, especially Max.

I CAN NOT CONTACT DEAR FLISS (Felicity Anne Carthew), allsuch avenues haeve been squashed or detroyed from me. I am NOT a stalker after her. I am a lost gentle soul who is being destroyed day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute by not being with dear Fliss. This will explain to you why I am so fixated on the terrible criminals and criminal aboriginals and the terrible things they inflict on innocent others. And I have NEVER EVER said that all such things I state covers ALL aboriginls. Fliss herself is part aboriginal, (again another dark secret that nobody was ever to know about).

Sam & Max will never EVER be allowed to go out ever again. NOT EVER. It used to take the two of us, dear Fliss and myself to handle them. I simply cannot handle them. Nor can I handle being vicioulsy attacked for no reason and having my arm-wristhand torn apart. I would not wish that to happen to anyone else.

The departmentals have performed countless things in order to try to reign in and control the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. The West Australian Police take a backseat to all of this. But there has been more times when they have hauled away aboriginals in Police vehicles, only to return them later and so the entire foetid place is encouraged and never-ending.

I should like to say here for the record that at around 2pm there was a strange dark (black?) 4WD vehicle with occupants in it that had parked closeby outside the criminal ABORIGINALS HOUSEHOLD. And when all normal kids are in school.....from out of the scrub next to the Koongamia school out walks two of them who NEVER EVER went to school and who NEVER EVER go to school. This is just a bullshit showing up of them. And which the authorities ALWAYS blindly accept as being truth...that they even go to school. - I have not even mentioned the comings and goings of aboriginal adults, always going to the criminal ABORIGINALS HOUSEHOLD, and nor will I.

There were truly COUNTLESS patrols by departmentals, on foot, and by vehicles, cruising about, or parked-up and just observing, going all about and noting what was going on. But it was always ONLY for the benefit of the criminal aboriginals of the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Whatever was ever done, none of it was for innocents neighbours. ALL of it and more was done for the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Vehicles would arive and it would be like Xmas Day, the criminal aboriginal children were given inane toys and crap. All of which they toted out to the roads and forever bedevilled all innocent neighbours and innocent traffic with. And it all would become smashed, And all the debris would fill the roads and street vrges or thwon up into the streets power line or roofs.

On a rainy night last year, aboriginals attacked the corner household of 10 Kalara Road, they literally tore the front big wooden gate off. (it is still laying there torn off but propped up as it to give the illusion that it is simply wide 'open'.)

When West Australian Police arrived in 3 vehicles, they perfunctorily tried to make it appear they were in charge doing something. They took statements from everyone. and by now, the aboriginals had gathered MORE aboriginals and were attempting their intimidation of Police by swarming tactics and high numbers and yelling out blatant lies and accusations that were evermore escalting in noise and bullshit.

They ended up just standing there in a large group under the feeble streetlight in the drizzling rain.

Police kept them at a distance from number 10, and so the aboriginals gathered noisily under the streetlight on the street corner of the intersection, it was lke a crazy 'protest meeting'. And yet they ARE the CRIMINALS. Thereafter it was ONLY because the rain became more heavier did the aboriginals go away and drift back into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

That event caused a great tumult in the social fabric of that household, of which drug addicts abound.

After that, the male adult of the 10 Kalara Road household put up a handwritten WARNING SIGN which was also THREATENING in its tone for EVERYONE to keep the damn hell out of the property.

But that sign didn't last long. It was torn down by aboriginals.

And THEM....later on after massive violenrt verbal fighings, the man of teh hiuse was cast . And after thet the entite place ust fellinyo ruins. amd no attenomt to stop abotiginals invading was ever attempted again.

And of course YOU dear reader will not believe any of all that. That is also part of my hell. To always be telling the truth about everything and be accused that I am a liar! Which I am not and never have been.

I managed to take a photo of that sign above because I knew nobody would believe me of anything. I posted that photo into my blog.

Even in the following days when that handwritten vehement warning sign had been hung up outside the front fence of that rented household, aboriginals were still openly roaming about night and day in the streets and causing crime (and are still doing so).

And I saw two aboriginal adults walking about looking for places to break into. They spied that sign. One remarked something to the other, and they walked right up to it and peeered at it closely.

The sign (a photo of which I put in this very blog around October 2016), handwritten by the rental residents said all in capitals, "KEEP OUT! - IS ANYTHING IN THIS YARD WORTH YOUR LIFE? - WE ARE WATCHING."

That was a direct result of the criminal aboriginals. The SAME aboriginals that are STILL causing damage and constant criminality every day in these streets and all across the areas, inlcuding at the bearby Koongamia prinmary school (aka Clayton View Primary School, a ridiculous name changed to try to get rid of stigma of all that came before it in this hellhole). But the the SAME criminal aboriginals are from the SAME aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

But later the very same household, both ones who were attacked by aboriginals, but both sons openly and gleefully became massively involved with the very same aboriginals and adopted all their criminality gleefully. Manically. As if existing as criminals was the chosen way to exist. And for them it has been. An older daughter came to stay and live with them. She was even worse. She was actually dragging aboriginals in and out of the household and everyday she would (just like the sons), walk to the nearby aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD at 3 Kalara Way just 2 houses away. She would endlessly travel up and down the streets, she just like the boys, they all became utterly feral.

And should you even wonder at ne saying that today, that youngest boy has NOT gone to school at all, despite it being down the road and across another THAT closeby? - The mother does NOT care at all. NOT at all.

When they first moved in, there was normality. But all that changed directly because of the aboriginals of the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

And invasions by aboriginals became more frequent until it actually reached CONSTANT. Nowadays criminal aborignals night and day wander in and out of that rented place at will. There is enough huge holes on all side of the rented corner property for the criminal aboriginals to just wander in and out and not be openly seen doing so.

The entire household family unit was ripped apart. - The two boys who had been somewhat okay, then became compliant willing participants in ANYTHING the aboriginals did. Even crime. And even if meant destroying and smashing their very own house that they rented and lived in. - The houses owner has been truly shocked by the damage done.

As I keep saying, NOBODY has any idea of this hellhole area.

Police kept coming along again and again and again....and all the time the aboriginals were utterly mollycoddled, just shooed away like foetid flies, but as always as soon as the Police went away, back the feral aboriginals would return.....

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West Australian Police were so totally unable to listen to anyone telling the truth, that they only believed lies and outrageous lies.....so then anything spoken at them by the criminal aboriginals ws always utterly spoken by angels, whilst all others were deemed to be trying to bring the angels into disrepute rather than actually revealing the truth.

It was like West Australian Police had been told to believe any and everything the criminal aboriginals said and to not only REFUSE to believe innocent people, but to BLAME innocent people and cause them even more distress.

Dear Fliss hersef experienced this.

And another neighbnor I have been in contact, thet neighbnour openly mused that 'perhaps it was the West Austalian Poolice ayehmsleves who wre nebt and croocked. Nut Y repie that I dintl belive that wes the case, or from what I hav seem of it. To me is seems teh West Auutralian Police are running very subordinate to a hiogher policing pweer dedciding everthing. And one which keeps throwing awey on the fly any reported reports to and from neighboiurs.

One other example........an innocent neighbour.....was assaulted (completely unknown to me) and badly beaten by criminal aboriginals. The Police actually accused the neighbour saying that the neighbour must have somehow deliberatly created a situation that lead to vicious physical assault by aboriginals. - I'm not making this up!

I myself have had West Australian Police come to this hovel and DEMAND to see somebody who does not, and who has NEVER EVER lived here in this hovel and who I have no idea of. And that has happend more than once. Several times actually.

Another occassion had Police arriving at this hellhole whilst I was trying to tie a flimsy tarpaulin over my vehicle in my backyard of this hovel to protect it from flying branches and debris because a violent storm was arriving and soon to hit.

I asked the Police which address they were after (in their official capacity), and I explained how many (CONSANTLY) things meant for another address had been wrongly arriving here, even to deliveries of refrigerators!

The Police stated they were looking for (a name I've forgotten now), and I stated that NOBODY has EVER lived here by that name. The Police refused to believe me. I told them to come around and look inside this hovel for themselves if they refused to believe me. They did so, And when they saw me trying to cover the car, they stupidly asked why I was doing it. I told them of the approaching storm. The male Police man (there were two, a man and a woman), he huffed that there was going to be no storm. - And I replied, "Alright, you believe what you will. But I'm being cautious because of all the branches and debris that flies around and IS going to be when this storm hits here."

The Police man guffawed and tried to make light of everthing. (literally). and he made me out to be a fool.

That night, tremendous storms hit, so severe that trees were knocked down, branches were thrown all about, some places lost power, huge storms and power lost, debris everywhere, and of course no sign of disbelieving Mister Policeman.

I do not accept that all Police are like this however. But I want to state the following....

One time there was criminal aboriginals rampaging through number 10 Kalara Road. The matter was reported to Police. Police arrived in several cars. And they all got out and were walking and standing around and looking at street signs on the "T" intersection with Kalara Way. - I was outside in this hovels yard dealing with dog droppings (dog shit) from dear Sam & Max and had to transport them to a place out front for them to reliably and responsibly decompose in a hole. - I asked the Police why they were all about. They said they were looking for "x" and I literally had to tell them which street they were on despite them looking at the street signs. Street signs which clearly showed which street was which and which street they were on. They gave no thanks but got back into their Police cars and rushed off. - all I could think of was the hapless bumbling police of the old Australian B&W serials, "Keystone Cops".....

ANOTHER time......I was (and still are) in deep distress of dear Fliss suddenly cutting off all contact with me right as we were reconciling. - I was crying. Crying a lot. Alone. And I am worse than alone. -- And whilst I was outside crying, a car pulled up in this hovels driveway. It was a Police car. I thought perhaps it was a lost Police man AGAIN. -- I met him and spoke to him from my side of the gate. He was in a rush and was annoyed by what I do not know, but he angrily stated, "We had reports of a woman somebody crying from here." -- I still had tears down my face. - I replied, "There is nobody here but me. No woman. I'm sorry but it was me who was crying." - Then the Police man became very angry and growled, "Oh really!?" and then he threatened me of which manner I've thrown out of my memory because it was so shcking to experience, and I answered, "Please....come and have a look for yourself if you don't believe me." -- Again he muttered something foul and he got back into his Police car and left. -- THIS IS A TRUE ACCOUNT and yet another example showing I am in hell where even crying and being abandoned is now a crime.

The time when West Australian Police came in several Police vehicles to number 10 Kalara Road, I was one of other neighbours who went and met them and asked what was going on because it seemed like something terrible had occurred and I was fearful of my own safety. One of the many uniformd officers met me and I told them how the aboriginals had been so utterly resposnsible and causing so much crime and all innocent neighbours were living in fear of what might occur. - He just brushed me off and told me to go away. And he then added, that if I had anything to report that I should do so ONLINE. I told him that I already did that. He added, that I should try to get video evidence of any crime (crimes). to which I replied that it would put me at terrible risk as it would ANYONE around in this hellhole trying to do that. He repeated what he said. As it was as if he had earnestly learned from a public relations flyer and believed that public relations procedure was as holy gospel. - I replied that neighbours already DO have video evidence of things and STILL nothing gets done. He again brushed me off. It was startung to rain, and I made my way all the way back to my hovel and crawled inside it. - I was in shock. NOT even the Police wanted to believe anything. And the Police were blaming innocents for the actions of criminals.

Since then, there has been truly COUNTLESS incidents of West Australian Police and the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

And STILL all innocents other than them suffer.

Another innocent resident was set upon by criminal aboriginals and suffered injuries so severe they required medical attention and lost time and money because of the injuries. But when that innocent resident complained to Police, it was the innocent resident who was vicously accused. - Tell me that this is not HELL.

And that innocent resident has suffrred tme and again from other incidents of aboriginals from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. And MANY other innocent residents have suffered from the aboriginals of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

In conversation, somebody once honestly said to me, "Do you think the local (West Australian) Police are so corrupt? Because it seems so."

I replied that I do not know one way or the other.

And I also repleid that the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD certainly seems like it is being 'PROTECTED' at any and all costs, to all detriment and hell against all innocent neighbours.

Just a small mention here that the big black dog of the criminal aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD has once more as always been freely roaming around, freely invading peoples yards, just as its owners do so.

It has become SO BAD that innocent neighbours are frightened to tell anyone of any of the shit that goes on around here because of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. The criminals LOVE that. It is what they have tried to establish for so long.

And because the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD does crime and anything they want and gets away with everything, other criminala are emboldened.

I have previously written in my blog about an incident when I had taken dear Sam & Max outside in this small backyard of this hovel for them to do their ablutions. We then came inside. I happened purely by chance to see a policeman on foot racing about outside on the footpath in the street. He was racing back and forth. He ran up into the driveway. What the hell was going on!? - Sam & Max became very distressed. I went outside thinking it was some shitty feral cat. But it was not. I experinced an unknown man clambourihg barefoot over the fence who I confronted as I exclaimed, "What the fuck!?!" - To which he rplied, "I'm sorry." (I don't know whether he said that to me or the Police man grabbing him off from the fence). The man was by now with the Police man in the driveway. The intruders foot was bleeding profusely. He left bloodstains all over the place in my backyard. He was immediately captured and handcuffed by that Policeman and walked off out of my property and onto the street verge. -- SEVERAL vehicles (undercover Police) at high speed all converged there, 5 or 6 or so, And eventually there was a marked Police vehicle joining them. - The handcuffed man was attended to by a Police woman. - I REALLY wish I had taken photos because nobody beelieves me of any of this incidemt. It's as if it never happened. BUT IT DID HAPPEN. - But I was nervous about taking photos of it all, and so I quietly beckoned over a Police woman and asked her would it be okay if I washed off the blood that the man had left all over the place in the backyard because it was bad enough as it was for poor Sam & Max without having blood for them to smell as well. (I thought it might have been part of some important evidence you see.) -- She said it was okay, and so I did that. And as I did so, the Police all quickly dispersed. REALLY quickly. Within less than 15 minutes it was if nothing had happened at all. -- A short time later, the same uniformed policeman as before was walking about and noting down details in his hand-written notepad. I met him out in the front of this hellhole as he was trying to jot down the street names. He had a British accent. I advised him not to confuse the street names in anything he was writing. He took down my name and address. And when I asked what the hell all the activity had been about, he simply brushed me off by stating that the intruder guy had been 'fence hopping', whatever he meant by that I have no idea or if it was just a minor part of a more major crime.

There has been MANY incidents in these streets involving Police that I do not wish to speak of lest they put myself in danger. It is as I have said. It is a hellhole.

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And what is in addtion to all of ths is how dear Fliss and I have been parted. And how just as weer were to be reconciled, I was suddenly smashed and attacked by a stranger, I person I have never ever met in my life, and who totally REFUSED to listen or believe ANYTHING I had to say about dear Fliss and myself.

I had been preparing (at Fliss's own suggestion to me beforehand) to come and live with her in New South Wales away from this hellhole.

I was taking things a LOT of things to the charity store where dear Fliss had once worked and I gave them freely away. The shop would then sell them at very reduced prices and so raise money for the needy.

I gave away a LOT of things, things I had very greatly struggled to purchase. Even things that costs hundreds of dollars.

I gave that all away to that charity, inlcuding the precious cherished huge gold gilt massive Bible of my mothers. The last link I had with my dear deceased Mother.

And then I was plunged into HELL.

All communications with dear Fliss just stopped.

All presence of dear Fliss (Felicity Anne Carthew) was removed from the internet. Any and all mention that she had EVER existed was removed.

Everyday in so many ways the criminals prosper. They fluant themselves and criminality all about this hellhole. They are totally immune to any Police or law.

The innocents suffer.

TELL ME I AM NOT IN HELL.

When (if) it starts raining, that will begin another cycle of hell.

And I cannot dare to have my (roughly) bandaged injuries get wet.

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ANOTHER ABORIGINAL INCIDENT THIS MORNING.....

At 8:48am there has been YET ANOTHER CRIMINAL ABORIGINAL INCIDENT from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

It occurred as I was struggling to type all the above.

The Koongamia school sounded to mark the beginning of a school day. But the feral aborignals NEVER GO TO SCHOOL. They usually wait a short while and then magically 'appear' walking or riding pushbikes all about the streets to maraud all about and cause crime.

There was a LOT of violent VERY LOUD yelling comeing from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

A boy, one of the usual ones who smashes stuff, (and is one of the same ones who smashed the rented 10 Kalara Road roperty last year), he came out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD onto the road and was manically LOUDLY screaming and LOUDLY yelling. (everyday behaviour for them).

OF COURSE HE IS NOT EVER GOING TO SCHOOL. DESPITE THE SCHOOL BEING JUST ACROSS THE ROAD. HE WILL JUST GO AROUND AND BE CRIMINAL LIKE THEY ALL DO.

He was on a pushbike. He wore no shoes, He rode along Kalara Way a short distance then dismounted the bicycle before then pushing the bicycle along from its rear at speed, gaining enough momentum for the riderless pushbike to careen down the road uncontrolled as he just watched it go off careening on the road, and into an innocent neighbours driveway and crash there narowly missing the innocent residents parked cars. Parkd cars that themselves had been parked closed to the house to keep vigilance over because of so much aboriginal crime, however even parked there they are not ever safe from aboriginals.

The criminal aboriginal then walked back to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD and even more loud yelling and shouting ensued. To him and from him. Then he walked out once again onto the roads with a piece of wood and like a crazed gorilla, began beating the ground with it before hurling it back at the house of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

He stormed out again onto the road.

Meanwhile, the visiting father (in a small blue car) of a neighbour, who the aborignals had been in the same front yard of yesterday and who those same aboriginal criminal shitheads had been openly, wantonly, gleefully, defiantly trespassing and jumping up and down (like apes) on sheets of tin that had been neatly stacked there, the father came along, parked up, got out, and then set about restacking and checking for damage everything of that front yard.

As he did so, the aboriginal maniac again exited the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD and was wandering about again. He slowly made his way up the street. He purposely tressapsed into 10 Kalara Road rented property by going through on one of the huge holes in the fence that he and his fellow aboriginals have torn open there.

At the same time, (everything often all happens at the same time in this hellhole and that's why it can be confusing for you to read and discern it I'm sorry), but an innocent resident of an opposite corner house came out of his house to check what the noise had been (of that bicyle crashing literally into and onto his driveway IN HIS RENTED PROPERTY). He saw the bicycle laying there and decided as always as everybody does, to not get involved in any way with criminal feral aboriginals. He didn't touch the bicycle and instead just re-entered his rented house, satisfied that the CRASH/SMASH sound that had probably awoken him perhaps, that his parked vhicle was not damaged. And so he went inside.

From his hiding place just across the road, the deranged criminal aboriginal observes the father tending to the metal sheeting material inside the fence of the property. The same material that the deranged criminal aboriginal had been so violentally yesterday jumping upon WHILST THE OWNER WAS HOME.

I do not even try suppose to understand the situatiuon of that place. The son lives there on his own, but the father and mother (whiolive eslewhere) keeps coming around at any time and performing tasks around the household, including mowing the grass and so on. The son does nothing except for puttering around in the backyard of that place and very rarely doing something like mowing the back lawn of that place.

As I said, this is a hellhole.

So...as the father is movng the sheets of that tin all around, I suspect to mow the rampant dead grass, that makes it appear as if the place is derelict, the criminal aboriginal crawls back out of that rented 10 Kalara Road place through a hole in the fence and walks back down towards the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

But he crosses the road and retrieves the bicycle he had deliberately crashed into that corner houses driveway. and once again he pushes it along then sends it careening along by itself but this time to crash onto the front verge of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD where it falls over and lays next to the huge pile of dead branches there which has been cut by the aboriginals many weeks ago and just left there to catch fire, or, for an apparently one of the many many magic fairies they have catering to their every whim for the fairies to take it all away. (nameless anonymous departmental services) of which they pay nothing for.

Again, the feral aboriginal returns there, but this time he's carrying a piece of the furniture wood that he's torn off a smashed lounge chair that has been laying outsiede the front gate of 10 Kalara Road for over a week.

He's wielding it like an ape with a club. Literally. That is EXACTLY what he was like.

And exactly as above, he then sets about wildly smashing the bicycle with the wood and LOUDLY screaming and shouting. He keeps going on and on and on. Then flings the piece of wood into the huge pile of dead branches.

He walks into the yard of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

The youngest of the two boys who lives at 10 Kalara Road, (the rented house with it's fence and gate smashed by the SAME aboriginals), he also has NOT GONE TO SCHOOL. He has gleefully adopted all of the aboriginals criminal behaviours and runs with them despite him being the target of their violence for so long.

It is all totally insane.

It is why Police and authorities do nothing and are seen to do nothing because they can't figure anything out.

I have literally seen Poice shaking their heads at it all.

He runs out (through another massive hole in the fence done by aboriginals), and he gleefully joins the aboriginal at the criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD property. He comes out of there on a pushbike, circles around a little on the road, then goes back inside the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD yard as the aboriginal again attacks the pushbike viciously with whatever he had picked up. The front wheel of the pushbike looks now smashed.

All that occurred one-after-the-other and also some things occurred at the same time. And as always, soon, it's as if nothing has occurred. But it DID OCCUR. I TELL THE TRUTH.

Sometime shorlty afterwards, the huge black dog of the criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD that has attacked people in the past, that dog is again out in the streets and roaming all about in and out of peoples yards at will.

Almost as if it is an afterthougt, the father I mentioned earlier, he has been hauling sheets of tin and anything else he can from the front yard inside the fenceline, into the backyard of that property.

This is what happens. HELL

Everyobdy forces themselves to think that there is just ONE random rare instance of an event that happens and they try to quickly forget it ever occurred at all. - It is crazy.

And each knows, for they have experienced for themselves so AMNY times, that you are not allowed to tell Police or anyone about anything. If yu try to do so, you are either totally ignored (I really do mean that), or that all of them turn upon YOU as if you are making things up or or lying.

10:08am----aboriginals from the criminal ABORIGINAL HOUSEHOLD exited the place. There was the overweight woman, a kid (female?), and the feral aboriginal from all this morning. They walked down the Kalara Way street and to the bus stop direction.

Strange isn't it, that with SO MANY cars that go in and out of the aborigial CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD that the criminal aboriginals should choose to catch a bus?

They are very just as likely to return in a car.

Back to false calm...............

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Around 3:30pm.........a white car arrived at the evicted aboriginals drug dealer residence, and another arrived there at 6 Kalara Way, Koongamia. It appears as it it's a real estate man and is showing a woman the place.

Do they at all KNOW of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD just across the road from there? - Does they CARE? - Or is she somehow involved in all of it and is extending their feifdom?

Meanwhile, in the innocent household that the deranged aboriginals were yesterday vehemently and defifiantly and insanely trespassing in, there this morning the father of the man who lives there came and removed everything from the front yard and carted it around to the backyard. Laster arund 3:15pm, teh aftehr returned and performed some tree pruning and further cleanup of the front yard. The adult son does nothing as always. He continually lights fires in his backyard and burns rubbish in the middle of his backyard, then water hoses the entire mess into the grass to remove all traces of whatever he burned having ever existed. He does this very very often at any time of the day sending putrid toxic smoke all about. But he also smokes very heavily and doesn't care. -- But the man himself has been a relatively quiet neighbour and keeps to himself. It is only the parents and his father that continually come visiting and performing tasks that keeps the place habitable. The front yard makes the place look like it is completely uninhabited, --- but then again so does this one since Fliss is not with me. And I have nobody and no-one, no family, no rlations, no friends (they have all long ago moved away)....and I am so totally alone and left to die.

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3:55pm-----------a marked Police sedan car drives into the area and suddenly all the traffic slows right down. Visibly so. Meanwhile outside on the street verge (just scant minor feet from the active road) aborignals have been 'playing' in the filthy dirt that the innocent neighbours next door to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD put down recently to fill and level the vast amount of missing mass of ground caused by aboriginals. -- The aboriginal baby toddler in a diper is laying in the dirt accompanied by another small aboriginal kid who is throwing rocks around. The overweight aborigial woman walks out to them, does nothing, and walks barefoot back into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. -- The toddler eventually gets up and staggers barefoot off into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. The boy instead stay there in the dirt then gathers up handfuls of dirt and insanely rubs it into his face, all over his neck, and arms, he then gets up and slowly walks into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD clapping his hands and sending up clouds of dirt/dust from them.

Not too much further away, along Stuart Street, a 2-stroke offroad motorbike goes tearing along on the roads and away.

All the roads are getting very busy with innocent workers coming home from all about. They drive all manner of vehicles including heavy 4WD's that spew out fumes.

At 4:05pm, the innocent father (of the son who does nothing to his front yard), he takes off on the roads at speed to get away from this hellhole.

At 4:10 onwards------the filthy barefoot aboriginal covered in filth and dirt, together with the barefoot overweight aboriginal woman, and walking with an aboriginal girl start very very slowly wandering all about the roads. The male kid is widldly swinging around a piece of ? It looks like a ice of garden hose. Perhaps it is a piece of the garden hose that aboriginals stole from a neighbour? Nothing is beyond them. Perhaps it's that hose that he's thieved from somewhere and making the others keep away from him. They wander all about. An innocent small car comes along, then sudenly drives very very slowly because they won't get off the road. The car rounds the corner and stops across on the road from evicted aboriginal drug dealer house. Suddenly the trio of aboriginals turns around and walks back to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. They didn't go anywhere. And they returned from going nowhere. It's as if they want to keep watch on what is going on at the evicted aboriginal drug dealers place.

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P. @18:11---1-NOV-2017----I want to talk and privtekly converse wite you dear FLiss. - I want to talk and coonverse wuth you too dear Cath. -- CONTACT ME BY EMAIL OR TELEPHOME. Going away now, taking amasive amounts of painkillers and hdpe to never wake you again unless its to good news.

My head is spinning, my back is in pure oure agony, my arm-srist-hand feels like a truck has has run over it and the thich wwound dressimg is vainly soaking up the the blood and pus which is all very very smelly.

I have been having dreams of suicide.

Plese help me not to hve those dreams.

P.@16:20 ---01-May-2017.---I love you Fliss, I have NEVER stopped loving you and I have never gven up upon you, ye brave soldiier you are/ - X X X X