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[jomiddlemarch]

let me lay down beside you

“Mmm, darlin’, you feel so good…”

Shit.

You’d thought the one silver lining of living through a zombie apocalypse might be that you’d never have to have another awkward, it’s-totally-me-it’s-not-you conversation with a man about why there was basically no chance he could make you come, including the I-really-don’t-want-you-to-get-carpal-tunnel-or-strain-your-TMJ-trying for those guys savvy enough not to have tried the You-just-haven’t-had-my-magic-dick argument. 

All the crunchy, New Age guys who were going to whip up an Ayurvedic smoothie with exact the right combo of herbs and ripe mango and enough turmeric to dye the sea gold had gone out in the first wave. Nearly all the herbs and certainly the mango and turmeric weren’t available in the continental US.

You were supposed to get something from the universe in exchange for surviving into this new world, a compensation that would make you not regret the choice to dump out all the Ambien your roommate had just gotten filled before she never came home instead of downing it in a nice cup of cocoa and then giving yourself a soft, slow dreaming death. 

No such luck.

“Joel, hang on,” you said, gritting the words out as he did something rather lovely to the side of your neck, one big hand cradling the back of your head. You drew in a breath, prepared to have to repeat yourself, because even if you weren’t getting there, he certainly seemed well on his way.

He stopped and pulled back. His hair, greying and not just at the temples, was mussed and there was a little bit of hazy desire left in his dark eyes, but he’d made it by paying very close attention and that included you.

“Too fast? I can slow down, slow as you like, darlin’,” he said.

“That’s not it,” you said, hating this part. Hating all of it, what was happening and what would happen, leading up to when he walked out the door. Joel was a nice man. He probably would take any cheap shots or do much beyond shrugging those broad shoulders of his. “It’s not too fast—”

“Too slow? Or is that somethin’ you don’t like?”

His lips on your throat, the roughness of his beard against the delicate skin over your carotid, yeah, you liked it. If only liking that and his hands on you was enough…

You were quiet, thinking about how you were going to tell him. Maybe there was a way where you really could stay friends. Where there’d still be nights he took out his guitar and sang Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline and you sang along, the firelight around you both, gold and shadow.

“Someone hurt you?” he asked, being careful. You both knew what he meant and understood how he was letting you be the one to decide how to say it. You both remembered what it was like early on and no one in Jackson was ever required to tell what had happened before they got there. You chose what you brought with you into the community, what parts of your past you’d leave behind.

“No, nothing like that,” you said. You could see the relief in his eyes, the way his mouth turned gentle.

“You wanna boss me around? I don’t have a problem taking instruction,” he said.

“Wouldn’t make any difference,” you remarked before you could think twice about it. He narrowed his eyes and you almost reached out to touch his jaw or his wrist, your right hand fluttering before you made a fist.

“No?”

“You can’t make me come,” you blurted out. “I don’t want you to waste your time—”

“Seems to me I decide what my time’s worth,” he said.

“I meant, you don’t have to do a whole song and dance,” you said.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it,” he said. “Not a huge fan of musicals.”

“You know what I mean,” you said.

“Frankly, darlin’, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? I’m not going anywhere unless you kick me out,” he said.

“You’ll go,” you said. Lying was essential to living After, but not lying to yourself. That was a death sentence.

“When you tell me to. Not before,” he said, settling back against the couch. 

“I can’t—I don’t come, fucking,” you said.

“That part I got,” he said. In some miracle, he didn’t start the usual litany, asking questions about position or skill, beginning every iteration What about…“How d’you do, y’know, flying solo?”

“Once in a blue moon,” you said. Though probably less often than that. You shrugged. “It’s whatever.”

“Before, probably could’ve tried a vibrator. One of those rabbits maybe. Still find them scavenging, but the batteries are all dead and kind of hard to ask Maria for some juice to get off,” Joel said, so practically and so without the least iota of irritation you were startled into a laugh. He took your hand in his, held it lightly.

“I don’t want to go but I don’t want you to feel bad,” he said. “Want you to feel good, that’s the whole goal.”

“You say that, but everyone wants to come. They want to get the other person off. I don’t want to fake it, to make you happy,” you said.

“I’ve had over forty years to fuck, darlin’,” he said. “I want to be close to you, that’s all. However you want it, long as it’s real. You want me to try shit that didn’t work before, I’ll try it. You have some idea you want to give a whirl, fine by me. I’ll go down on you or use my hands or pretend I’m fucking Captain Kangaroo and you’re Lady Aberlin if that’s something you’re interested in. And if you want to lie in bed or on the couch in sweats and that’s all, that all I want,” he said.

“Lady Aberlin was on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood,” you said. This was not a conversation you could have imagined happening in any universe, with or without zombies, but Joel didn’t seem to mind. 

“Okay,” he said.

“You’ll get frustrated,” you said. You thought it would come out like a warning, but it sounded like you were floating an idea, waiting for him to tell you that you were wrong.

“There some rule I can’t jack off on my own? Or in your general vicinity?” he asked.

“No, it’s not like that,” you said. You couldn’t recall a man ever asking that or proposing anything similar. It was erotic, that was undeniable, that desire coupled with a total lack of demand—he hadn’t said anything about coming on your breasts or your belly and he would have, if that’s what he imagined. Parallel play, the old child development phrase from that college psych class you’d taken sophomore year, a thousand years ago when no one, even you, had ever thought to call you frigid bitch, the guys at college too self-absorbed to notice whether or not you climaxed.

“Doesn’t gross you out?”

“No. It’s hot. It’s not that I’m not interested in sex, making you come. Just hard for me to get all the way,” you said.

“That’s not all the way, you coming, screamin’ my name, headboard thumpin’ on the wall, wakin’ up the neighbors,” he said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles open-mouthed. “All the way’s feelin’ safe, feelin’ like you can ask for whatever you want, say no to whatever you want. Being there in the morning, your head on my chest, hand on my heart.”

“You’re not going to try and convince me you’ve got some special move that’s going to blow my mind?” you said.

“If I had one, probably throw my back out tryin’ it now,” he chuckled. “I like the way you taste. I like the way you sing under your breath when I play ‘Annie’s Song.’ I like the way you argue and how your ass feels against my cock when you’re the little spoon and and how it looks when you drag me out dance over at Tina’s. If we figure something out one of these days, yeah, that’ll be fine. And if this is what we have, it’s plenty for me. I wanna give you anything you want, that’s all.”

“Anything I want?” you said. 

“Everything, darlin’,” he answered. “What d’you want right now?”

“I liked what you were doing before,” you said.

“What we were doing,” he corrected, but without any scolding. It was an invitation, one you had no intention of refusing.

“Let’s do that,” you said. “But with less clothes.”

“Yeah?” he said.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Maybe I do want to boss you around. Take your shirt off.”

“Yes’m,” he said and the shiver that went through you was that hint of ma’am and the revelation of his bare chest and the gleam in his dark eyes. 

Maybe it was a blue moon. 

And if it wasn’t, he’d still be here, holding you in his arms.

@goodwithcheese I took you up on your suggestion to write something for one of your anons who was hoping for a fic with an anorgasmic f!reader and a soft Pedro character...

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Trump White House staffers were apparently big pill poppers. And we're not talking about generic ibuprofen or Vitamin C.

The White House has its own pharmacy. It's run by the military because the president happens to be commander-in-chief of the armed forces. But during the Trump administration things went awry – as you might expect.

For years, the White House Medical Unit, run by the White House Military Office, provided the full scope of pharmaceutical services to senior officials and staff—it stored, inventoried, prescribed, dispensed, and disposed of prescription medications, including opioids and sleep medications. However, it was not staffed by a licensed pharmacist or pharmacy support staff, nor was it credentialed by any outside agency. The operations of this pseudo-pharmacy went as well as one might expect, according to the DoD OIG's alarming investigation report. The investigation was prompted by complaints in May 2018 alleging that an unnamed "senior military medical officer" was engaged in "improper medical practices." [ ... ] Provigil is a drug that treats excessive tiredness and is typically used for patients with narcolepsy, sleep apnea, and other sleep disorders. Brand-name Provigil is 55 times more expensive than the generic equivalent. Between 2017 and 2019, the White House pharmacy spent an estimated $98,000 for Provigil. In that same timeframe, it also spent an estimated $46,500 for Ambien, a prescription sedative, which is 174 times more expensive than the generic equivalent. Even further, the White House Medical Unit spent an additional $100,000 above generic drug cost by having Walter Reed National Military Medical Center fill brand-name prescriptions.

While they were plotting to repeal Obamacare for millions of Americans, Trump staffers were getting brand name stimulants and sedatives cheap and sticking US taxpayers with the bill.

They were handing out baggies of drugs to staffers going on trips overseas.

The staffer told OIG investigators that ahead of overseas trips, the staff would prepare packets of controlled medications to be handed out to White House staff. "And those would typically be Ambien or Provigil and typically both, right. So we would normally make these packets of Ambien and Provigil, and a lot of times they’d be in like five tablets in a zip‑lock bag. And so traditionally, too, we would hand these out. ... But a lot of times the senior staff would come by or their staff representatives... would come by the residence clinic to pick it up. And it was very much a, 'hey, I’m here to pick this up for Ms. X.' And the expectation was we just go ahead and pass it out."

Trump wanted to send the US military into Mexico to go after drug kingpins. But he was running his own out of control drug dispensing operation financed by tax money.

The Department of Defense Inspector General's report detailed how Schedule II drugs were poorly inventoried and monitored. (emphasis added)

The Code of Federal Regulations requires that registered pharmacies maintain inventories and records of Schedule II controlled substances separately from all other pharmacy records.16 In our site visit to the EEOB Clinic, we concluded that the clinic maintained the controlled substance inventory records in a binder on hand‑written paper logs, stored in the EEOB clinic’s medication dispensing area. The inventory records showed that White House Medical Unit stocked four different types of Schedule II opioid pain medications (fentanyl, hydrocodone, morphine, and oxycodone), as well as medications from Schedules III through V, such as stimulants and sedatives. However, White House Medical Unit kept the records for its Schedule II medications in the EEOB’s inventory binder together with records for all other controlled medications and not maintained separately as required by the CFR.

So the Trump White House pharmacy also included opioids which were not properly kept track of. The Trump drug mill was a microcosm for his administration as a whole.

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To me this new video was just for himself trying to chase excitment and a cheap thrill - like his good old days in his 20s living in NY & Miami. Remember he said back in Staten Island he started selling weed then moved on to selling pills. He Takes prescription pills himself iirc (Klonopin and Ambien) so he probably doesn't see anything wrong with what hes showcasing online. I disagree with other anons… I don't think hes short of money and has gone back to dealing on the side. Influencers make $$$ so easily, Jeff is able to live in a LA penthouse, pays for the essentials, a car + insurance, pays 3 employees, has merch/hair product company, takes flights every month and more.

I agree with you, I don't think he's dealing again, at least not yet...

[rainbowjay20]

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Sandi with her presents. First, her sweater/pjs are new. Purple fleece, velour, whatever they are, they are soft and fluffy, just like Sandi likes them.

The squishmellow pillow thing came from the Dollar Store, and since she won't be winning any steak eating contests any time soon(very few teeth and all recently she's 13), most toys are not comfortable for her to carry around. She kind of looked at it like, "Really, Mom? Have I no dignity?" However, when I took it upstairs for her to sleep as a pillow where her head falls off the side of her bead, she stayed on it and liked it. I figured she would. She's been laying on my ancient(like old enough to drink) tempurpedic bed. She's actually slept on the bed a few times now that she can get down safely. She had steps before, but they weren't quite high enough.

The second requires more of a story. I bought her a crappy discount bed around October from a big name, PetStore, that claims to be intelligent. She loved it. Why, oh, WHY?! Why do they love the crappy ones? She made it quite clear that she would only sleep on this bed. Not the 2 $70(USD) bought for her birthday a few years ago, customized. The $15 sale rack bargain basement cheap fucking bed. I love her, even when she is being a little shit.

So here I was hauling this bed up and down the stairs morning and night. I love my baby. At least that was what I repeated over and over again while walking those steps. So I resolved to get a second for her for Christmas.

At first, I couldn't remember which store I had found it in. No other store had anything close. It is one piece, and it doesn't have that little raised edge that all the other beds have. That seemed to be what she was liking. I finally located the bed online.

It was from that retailer I carefully didn't mention before, and they had discontinued it. I found the key to looking for that type of bed was bohemian style and indoor/outdoor. The one I bought is a close approximation. Or at least I thought it was,brought to you by the Warrior Women who used to sell books website.

Not really the same size, but she loves it, so good. I did have to cover the top with a blanket of course. Everything is covered with blankets. And I don't have to haul up and down stairs. Good deal all around.

I went back and looked. The confusion was that, even though I used the measurements, I didn't look at what the measurements were for. Turns out, not the bed!

Then I saw what the current price was. I said, "I know I didn't pay that. I have before when times were better, but money is tight. I'm on disability and the $15 bed was a splurge. I always go crazy at Christmas, though. I just plan for it. But I know I didn't pay that!

I'm like freaking out in my head, thinking maybe late night, Ambien induced shopping,(been there, done that had to remove apps off my phone so they were harder to access) stroke of Christmas glee or did I just lose it? Then I hunted down my original receipt.

I'm good with that. Hell of a sale.

I also had a good Christmas. Good presents, good food, good family. Missed the ones that aren't with us anymore but thought of them often. I even found a letter my Dad had written my niece when she was born and framed that for her. That wasn't from me. From me, she got a book on existentialism. She just graduated with a degree in Psychology. My nephew got a book on Les Paul vs Gibson. My SIL got Pottery Tools and My Bro got a coding joke t-shirt. I got a coat and storage bins. From my Aunt I got organizers(sensing a theme?) and my cousins got me gift cards and pictures of their kids for my family tree wall.

I almost forgot. I got a pair of brookstone heated slippers and a reverse coloring book from my niece and her boyfriend. He got from me a bunch of movies. He wasn't really a movie person before he met my niece. My Bro and family have been alowly teaching him about crappy movies. I found a whole stock pile of things like The Lego Movie and Vaction in Discount racks. Filled the box. The interesting part was this. I'm good with wrapping standard packages. And Box, right? I had sheets of square paper. He had dragons because I ran out of the 40 year old Ziggy cartoon paper I found in the attic that I used for everyone else's packages.

But square paper+square box=EZ, right?

I.

HAVE.

N E V E R.

HAD SUCH TROUBLE WRAPPING A PACKAGE.

I tried one way, and it crumbled. I went the other way it ripped. I was the one who wrapped packages when they needed to be wrapped. I tend to prefer bags as they are recyclable. Like, I've been using the same bags since the 90s. T-shirt boxes too, if you open them carefully. I always try to save tissue paper, too. Money saved is money earned.

My Dad was a different story. Couldn't wrap a package for a million dollars. He objected to the idea of gift bags; he said the fun was in opening a present. Granted, as he got older, he had trouble with his hands, and that could have been part of the problem. Both his father and my Mom's father worked for 3M, so there was always tape to spare, and he used it. I use a plethora of tape as well, but all done invisibly, so you can't unwrap it easily. But my Dad started having trouble with that tape dispenser and keeping track of the end of the tape. So he grabbed the next nearest thing. The stapler. He started using gift bags but stapling them closed, rendering them unreusable. AAARRGGHHHH!!!! I finally told him to leave them on the table, and I would wrap them them.

Back to this year and the unwrappable square box. My Dad had not been comfortable at first with my niece's boyfriend as he was not from the same socioeconomic background. He was Baptist, we are Catholic. There were a few differences that my Dad felt insurmountable. My feeling is that his spirit was there while I was trying to wrap that present. I felt it was a tacit approve of him from beyond. I told this to my niece and she also agrees.

[queen-beefcake-sqx]

things that would absolutely happen to Harry Du Bois that are based on things that've happened to me:

Harry goes to his first drag show and when the queens find out, they bring him on stage to be welcomed and spanked.

When he was younger Harry's friends would give him alcohol to drink because he wouldn't gag or sputter and it was like a party trick and point of pride.

After Martinaise Harry only smokes when he's certain he's completely alone, but stops after Kim starts asking to come along on the walks. Harry is pretty sure Kim expected him to say no because he knows that Kim knows he's smoking, but joke's on Kim because spending time with him is more enjoyable than smoking (and he knows he can steal sips from Kim's one-a-day later if he really wants to).

Harry once took too much ambien and told Kim his face looked "like the salt plains in Graad" seconds before passing out. Neither of them have any fucking idea how deep in Harry's fractured and mottled memory that completely perplexing (and geographically untrue) statement came from.

Harry takes up writing on himself to combat his cravings and more destructive urges. Usually it's just notes to himself about things to do or remember. Sometimes Kim will add to it -- Harry will look away, drowning himself in a mug of cheap coffee or a case file, so it's a surprise for later.

Harry keeps fucking breaking his sex toys. Constantly. To the point Kim makes an exasperated and amused comment about their abysmal salary and "we do not have a budget for this, detective."

It doesn't matter who, but Harry would get himself tied to a dresser drawer and then yank it on his head when his partner accidentally tickles him.

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[consolecadet]

Some time soon, I may walk my faggy little feet into a Wal-mart for the first time ever. Nowhere else has offered patio/outdoor furniture that meets my needs

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