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[foxlightnights]

oh my god the guy finally gave me a price quote on that puppy and it’s also over a thousand! and he wants a 200 deposit and then the rest of it in cash! no thanks! the other breeder responded and i think i can negotiate it, they said they also have two male pups available.

[palsdoody]

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[omgwhatchloe]

you are the realest person on this godforsaken site, please bless me with more arthur x charles 🙏🙏

YAYYY!!!!!!

-arthur has a scruffy red pickup truck that he takes charles out in. he worried about it not being good enough until charles told him he would rather have the pickup truck that just feels like arthur than some flashy, attention seeking, dangerous sports car.

-sometimes arthur looks up quiet and remote cabins, cottages and sometimes even caravans and boats that him and charles could never afford, but still tells him all about his vision for their future that doesnt even make sense but is sweet nonetheless. secretly, charles would like a treehouse.

-charles rescued a stray, and arthur suggested it would be better if they took it to a shelter. charles hummed a “maybe your right.” then just. never took it to a shelter?? shes their dog now and she is their entire world.

-dutch is constantly stressing arthur out, which makes him grumpy, which stresses charles out. especially when he starts snapping at other people. but still, when arthurs grumpy, charles still gives him lots of love which normally brightens him up. their favourite thing is laying in complete silence, cuddling each other while watching a movie.

-they prefer to go out and eat for their dates. like…GO OUT and eat. bbq on a mountain, fishing and cooking their fish over a fire, freshly cooked rabbit and deer while watching the sunset over the valley before retreating into their tent. honestly i think theyd be happier back in 1899, just them.

-at the same time arthur buys multiple crates of redbull and monster in one food shop and shamelessly drinks as many as he can a day. dutch and hosea gave up trying to get him to stop, but charles hasnt. he just casually drops things like “your heart is under so much stress, you’ll probably have a heart attack tomorrow. you’ll have a heart attack and die and i’ll be all alone. i’ll probably live my entire life wasting away with my grief. do you want that, arthur?” arthur is stunned but doesnt stop drinking the energy drinks anyway.

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There’s something about the fact that personal boundaries exist to separate people from those who’d impede on one’s personal bubble, and yet for Wednesday Addams, because her boundaries are always clear, other’s feel bold enough to constantly cross them. Boring boys continue to ignore her clear intentions to be alone; trying new pathetic pickup lines that range from pedestrian to unintelligible. Fellow students interrupt her silent studies in the library to spark up a mundane conversation that go nowhere. Even some of the teachers try to rope the goth into some inane extra curricular with the promise of fun, even though she’s already participating in the required activities that she actually wants to do (fencing and bee keeping is enough). While Wednesday isn’t exactly yearning for the whole school to fear her (at least not too much) a healthy amount would be nice if it meant she’d have some peace and quiet without another person breaking the silence.

There’s an obvious exception though, personified in her bubbly roommate. Enid Sinclair has mastered the ability to somehow weave her way through Wednesday’s boundaries so effortlessly that it’s like a dance. The wolf so clearly wanted to wrap the raven in her arms since the moment they met, and yet she respected Wednesday’s wishes, only crossing the line after the two of them helped save the school. The goth even hugged back, and though she’ll never admit it, she wished the hug lasted longer. This isn’t even touching upon all the countless times that Wednesday has convieniently forgotten her aversion to touch when it comes her roommate. To be fair, Enid wouldn’t linger for long, and it was usually either Wednesday’s arms or shoulders, but the raven has harmed people for less, so there’s no denying that the wolf was special (though denial is a fickle thing anyways, especially according to a certain vampire).

Unfortunately, Wednesday was currently in a situation that didn’t involve her “only exception” as she found herself at the receiving end of a new student’s attempts at flirtation.

“Look, all I’m saying is that my ability to heal rivals everyone here,” says boring lizard boy whose name Wednesday didn’t even bother to hear. “I can even regrow limbs!”

Wednesday doesn’t even waste her energy rolling her brown eyes at this nobody, instead opting to just ask, “Why don’t you regrow them somewhere else, preferably far away from me.”

“Oh come on Addams, I know you’re into weird shit. You’re telling me you don’t have a single morbid thought about my abilities? ‘Cause let’s just say the healing helps with certain endurance based activities.”

“I hold no thoughts of you, for if I did, I’d risk lowering my IQ. Now leave.”

“Damn, can’t the savior of Nevermore throw this dog a bone? Not even a smile?”

His slimy fingers began to reach for one of the goth’s braids, but he soon found two of his fingers caught between a pair of scissors.

“Do not touch me, less we learn the extent of your abilities.”

The boy threw up his hands with a dopey grin. “Whatever you say Addams.”

Fed up with the social interaction, Wednesday began to make her way back to her shared dorm. Enid should be there, probably already painting Thing’s nails. Regrettably, this brief moment of thinking distracted Wednesday long enough to not notice the sleazy reptile once again reaching towards her. This time, he grabs her wrist, specifically the one holding the scissors.

It’s short lived however, because right as the raven was about to give this boy a sneak peak of Hell itself, she feels something splash against her face, followed by the shrieks of the idiot who dared touch her. Wednesday lifts her arm to see his freshly amputated hand still attached to her wrist. She touches her face and finds that some of his blood has indeed gotten on her. She finally looks to the source of the violence, finding her angry roommate with blood still dripping from her multicolored claws. The sight causes something to stir in Wednesday, not unlike the way she felt after hugging her bloody roommate for the first time.

“Don’t ever touch her,” growls Enid. “Don’t even look at her, or your eyes will be next.”

The lizard boy nods his head as if his life depended on it, before sheepishly asking, “Can I at least have my hand back?”

“Oh for sure!” With a smile on her face, Enid removed the hand from Wednesday’s wrist, and with a casual strength that only a werewolf could muster, threw it across school grounds so far it couldn’t be seen from where they were standing. “Go get it. Come on Wednesday, it’s almost your writing time.”

With a level of irony for the currently handless boy, Enid grabs Wednesday’s hand as she drags her away from the scene. All he can do is bleed and watch them disappear into the school.

As they walk the halls, Enid talks a mile a minute, with her actions now dawning on her. “I really just cut his hand off. Like, SLASH, off! It was like instinct, I wasn’t even thinking. I just saw him touch you, and I know you don’t like to be touched.”

“Enid.”

“Like I know you can fight your own battles, but part of being best friends is that you don’t have to do it alone anymore!”

“Enid.”

“I’m probably going to get into trouble aren’t I? I mean, he heals right? It’ll grow back, everything is fine. Plus, it was kind of self defense, or is it not ‘cause I was coming to your defense?”

“Enid.”

“Sorry, yes Wednesday?”

“While I agree that I could’ve handled it myself, your actions are appreciated, especially due to how vividly violent it was.”

The validation causes Enid to blush. “Aww, thanks Wednesday, anything for you.” The blonde smiles a big toothy grin, to which the goth replies with a small smile only meant for Enid. The two continue to their dorm, with a peculiar sight for anyone that dared to look in their direction: they were still holding hands.

Enid, realizing that her favorite sweater is covered in blood: awh man!! Now it's never going to wash out

Wednesday, already tugging her towards their dorm: I can help with that

[berberriescorner]

Until The Cops Come Knocking

Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.

Summary:  A simple house call turns into a pleasant surprise.

Warnings: Let’s see, just a smidge of spice. Fluffiness and flirtation included. There are a few sprinkles of profanity. There may be instances where you cackle loudly.

Word Count: 2,700+.

A/N: I know. You’re shocked I took time away from my baby daddy, Rio. It’s just something about Atwater and Halstead, though. Wait until you see what else I’m cooking up for those two. I honestly couldn’t tell you how this random idea came about. That’s the joy of being a Libra. My imagination just keeps going and going. IT’S LIBRA SZN BABY♎️! Enjoy my sweet lovelies.

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Boot-covered footsteps thumped down the winding stairwell of the run-down apartment building. The creaking door of the entrance swung open as both detectives released an exhausted and irritated breath. Both men took in their surroundings as they approached the large pickup truck they arrived in. Seeing nothing lurking about, Jay slid into the driver’s side as Kevin took residence in the passenger seat. The men released another irritated sigh before Halstead spoke, “This damn case has us running in circles. There has got to be something we’re missing here.”

“These dead ends are wasting valuable time. If we don’t get a hold of things soon, this sick psycho will slip through our fingers. For all we know, he could be halfway to Mexico by now. None of these witnesses are going to cooperate.”

“We’ll figure something out. We just have to find a way to convince them we can protect them and their families from this monster. We should wrap this up for the night, though. We’re both too tired to follow up on any more pointless leads. I say we head back to the precinct, check in with the team, and call it a night.”

The men agree it’s probably the best bet as Jay turns over the engine. As they begin the journey back to the precinct, a call comes in over the radio. There are multiple reports of a noise complaint about a party at a property in a neighborhood only minutes from their current location. Atwater shrugs his shoulders at Halstead.

“I mean, we are only five minutes away. Might as well check it out real quick.”

“It’s probably some spoiled-ass rich kid throwing a kegger,” Jay responds. “Let’s just get this over with,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“It’s strange. This address sounds familiar. Have we ever answered any calls or done investigative work on this street,” Kevin questioned.

“I feel like I’ve been here with Haley or Voight, but I can’t say for sure.”

Kevin gave him a slight head nod as his phone vibrated in his left pocket. Checking the notification brings a small smile to his face. Atwater’s eyebrows twist in confusion as he reads the message. Jay glanced in his direction, laughing at his friend's facial expression.

“Bro? Are you good? If you stare at that screen any harder, it may glitch,” he joked. “What’s wrong? Are you in the dog house or something? And please don’t hit me with that, “who says I’m dating anyone nonsense.” The girls are on to you. You’ve been missing happy hour for months now. Giving us the excuse that you’re tired. You’ve turned down every woman within the last four months.”

Kevin ignored most of what Jay said, returning to the initial question. 

“It’s this text, bro. Either words are missing, or I’m being butt-texted. Is that even a thing,” he asked, still puzzled.

Before Jay could respond, another text came through. Kevin read the three-word text and guffawed. His tongue wet his bottom lip before the bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He was fighting the heat from the three words on his screen.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾: need fuck daddy

Baeee🙈💓🫶🏾: Oh! That’s how you’re feeling, mamas? I thought you were out with your girls tonight.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾: M so tips feels so goods need daddy😩🤤.

Baeee🙈💓🫶🏾: Drop your location, baby. I’ll come to get you. I’ll scoop you when I finish up here. Stay put, love.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾:

“I see you’ve deciphered the message. What’s up,” Jay asked.

“It’s nothing, dog. It’s just a little inside joke. You wouldn’t get it,” Kevin lied.

“Your reply sounds suspicious as hell. I would question it further, but we’ve arrived at our destination.”

“Damn! You can hear the music from the gate entrance. Don’t they have security? It is a gated community.”

“They’ve visited this house twice already. They told neighbors to call the authorities a third time.”

“This should be fun,” Atwater responded dryly.

Jay was the first one to approach the door. With a gentle nod, both men positioned their hands on their holsters, and Halstead gave a firm knock. 

“Sounds like a bunch of drunk women,” Kevin whispered quickly, releasing a small laugh.

“Dear Lord. It sounds like we’re about to interrupt girls' night. Brace yourself, brother, if these women are as drunk as they sound. It could get a little handsy.”

“If one finger lands on you. Upton’s going to kill you. You have to stop falling for your coworkers, Halstead. You take the term work wife too seriously,” Kevin jokes.

The door swings open, halting Jay from giving a rebuttal. Both men angle their heads down, spotting a redhead who is no more than four foot eleven. Her gaze creeps over the detectives slowly as she mumbles, “Good Lord. Money well spent.”

Jay and Kevin look at each other, confused by her words. They identify themselves, but it goes ignored. Another woman joins the redhead. She appears to be Filipino and just as tiny as her friend. Kevin starts to identify himself, but both women turn toward the rest of the group.

The redhead purrs, “Ladies, get your ones ready. The entertainment is here!”

Both detectives look flabbergasted as they try and correct them. The ladies are seriously inebriated. None of the words leaving the detectives’ mouths are getting through. Red continues, “Ms. Maid of Honor! Do us the honors and get the Bride-to-be ready for her lap dance!”

Her fellow tiny friend squeezes between both men, pulling them inside the house.

“Wait a minute, sweetheart,” Jay tries to reason.

“Hold on there, ma’am. You’re mistaken,” Kevin interjects.

Surrounded by a pack of drunk and lust-filled women, Jay attempts to talk over the boisterous crowd, “Ladies! Let’s keep things calm-.” He’s thrown off as someone grabs his ass. “Come now, ladies. Let’s keep things civilized and respectful.”

Kevin cackles as Jay’s face starts to redden. That is until one of the women starts running her hand up and down the veins of his forearm. The women begin catcalling them, going on about how sexy they are. “If I would’ve known they were sending strippers this fucking sexy. I would’ve paid double. Cuff me, Mr. Officer,” the redhead panted.

Kevin stepped back and politely removed the thirsty woman’s hand from his person. He started to reiterate that they were the actual police. Those words stuck in his throat as he felt dainty arms wrap around his waist. As if that hadn’t thrown him off guard, the unidentified woman began thrusting her hips, humping from the back. Just as he was about to turn around and reprimand the stranger, he heard a familiar voice. To Kevin’s surprise, he turns around to find you, his tipsy girlfriend smiling and slapping his ass. Jay looked at his friend in shock as his face lit up with laughter at your slurred words.

“This ain’t no strippaaa! Back off, you thirsty bald-headed hoes! I’m just joking. Not really. This MY MUTHAFUCKIN’ MAN! My man, my man, my man, my man! We go together. Real bad.”

“Okay, Yung Miami. You need a break from TikTok, baby,” Kevin teased.

Jay, assuming his friend was enduring harassment, attempted to diffuse the situation and calm you down. Kevin releases a deep chuckle, patting Halstead on the back.

“It’s all good, bro. Shortie can touch me however she wants,” he insists, licking his lips and staring at you with hungry eyes. “You lit, ain’t you, mamas?”

Halstead looks on in complete and utter confusion. “She’s beautiful, man, but don’t forget we’re on the clock. Voight would have our asses for indulging in this.”

Atwater smirks at Jay as he shrugs his shoulders. His eyes travel back to your face. Kevin reaches out, placing his hand on your waist. He tugs at you, pulling you into a quick peck.

“Relax, Halstead. Little mama’s telling the truth.” 

Jay, looking at him puzzled, waited for Kevin to explain. 

“Halstead, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for the last six months. It’s an odd way for you to find out, but yeah. Jay, this my lady.” 

Embarrassed, you released a tiny giggle, burying yourself into Kevin’s side. Pulling back, you looked at him in a lust-filled, drunken haze. 

“Hiii baby,” you slurred, smiling ear to ear.

Kevin smiled back, biting his lip, “Wassup, beautiful? Listen, we hate to break up a wonderful time, mamas, but it’s pretty noisy. As a courtesy to the neighbors, could you tell the crew to simmer down a little bit,” he said in that tone that always made you shiver. 

“Okay, baby,” you smiled, nibbling your lip.

Atwater leaned in closer, whispering in your ear, “Yeah? You can do that for Daddy?”

Releasing a shaky breath, you nodded yes in reply.

“That’s my good girl.”

Jay looked at Atwater with raised eyebrows as you settled the girls down.

“Very impressive. Teach me your ways, bro.”

“No can do, brotha. If it’s in you, it’s in you. Can’t be taught, my man,” Kevin boasted.

You managed to calm the girls down. They all relocated to the kitchen to make a fresh batch of margaritas. Your best friends, who had answered the door, instructed you to find out if Kevin’s partner was single. They trotted off heartbroken after telling them Kevin had mentioned a girlfriend to you before.

You stumbled back to your chuckling boyfriend, who wrapped you in another bear hug. Pulling away, he looked at you like you had been caught red-handed.

“I know you’re the maid of honor, but did I hear the word strippers? Yes, I’m almost certain that’s come up several times since we arrived. You don’t need all that swinging in your face. Come on, my little drunken love. We’re taking you home. Your little ass is about to pass out. How much alcohol have you had?” 

“I’ll go,” you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “If you take me home and put me to sleep, just the way I like.” You finish, biting his ear playfully. 

“That can be arranged…for tomorrow. I want you sober, mamas.”

Kevin laughs at your drunken pout. “You’ll be out like a light before we make it to the house. It’s going to be alright, love. Sleep it off some, and I promise I’ll break you off afterward.”

“Let’s go so I can get you back to your car, bro. You’re not having sex in my truck,” Jay joked, but at the same time, he was serious.

“Halstead, be easy on the jokes now. I’d hate to have to inform Hailey about the many times you got groped tonight.”

Kevin gingerly swept you from Jay’s truck, transferring you to his own. He managed to buckle you into the front seat and nearly made it out of the parking lot unnoticed. His head shot back with an exasperated sigh as the exit to the precinct flew open.

“Nice try, Atwater. We want to meet your gorgeous lady friend Halstead’s exact words. Better watch your girl, Kev,” Burgess taunted. 

Hailey followed close behind, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. “You honestly think Jay was going to keep your secret? Not a chance, Atwater. Before you try to snitch, I already know how he was treated like a sexy piece of meat tonight,” Hailey sassed.

Kevin shushed the women and directed their attention to your sleeping frame. “You two can give her the third degree another time. I’m taking my little party animal home,” he whispered, looking at you with adoring eyes. “I’ll bring her by the precinct to formally introduce her soon. Just not tonight, ladies.”

“Bachelorette parties are the best. I’m looking forward to mine,” Upton sighed.

“Jay should be worried if Burgess is throwing it. I’ll see you two tomorrow. Let me get my sleepy baby to a comfortable bed.”

You had slept the entire ride to and from the precinct. Kevin carried you into his home, taking you straight to the master bathroom. You began to stir as he placed you on top of the vanity.

“How long was I out,” you groaned.

“About an hour,” his lips brushed against your forehead. “Do you think you can handle showering on your own? Or do you want me to help you, love?”

“I want cuddles in the shower. Shit! I don’t have my overnight bag. What about my hair,” you whined.

“You gon’ be good, sweetheart. One second.”

Kevin started opening cabinets and sitting items next to you on the vanity. His face spread into a shy smile when he saw you holding back tears.

“Why the watery eyes, mamas?”

“Two things. First of all, sir. Bless your parents. I’ve never had a man love me this way. Baby, you went and bought all my hair care products.”

The both of you looked lovingly at the pile on the counter. Kevin had purchased every single product you had in your bathroom. Everything you usually brought with you lay there.

“What was the second thing?”

“I’m an emotional drunk.”

“Yeah, I kind of guessed that,” he chuckled. “You can sleep in my clothes. I’d prefer you slept naked, but that’s up to you,” he licked his lips.

“That depends.”

“On?”

“If I’ve sobered up enough for you to slide up in it,” you purred.

“I’d say you’re thinking pretty clearly, love. Let’s get cleaned up. I’m starving, and I got a taste for something sweet.”

“Yeah,” you questioned breathlessly.

Kevin stepped between your thighs, kissing you hungrily. Releasing your lips a few moments later, his hand brushed against the outside of your shorts. “Yeah. It’s nice, soft, juicy, and delicious. You gon’ give me a taste, love?”

“Start the shower before I come all over this counter.”

Hours later, the two of you lay in bed panting and satiated. The room rested in a comfortable silence. Your head rested on Kevin’s chest as his fingertips drew patterns against your naked skin. His lips left a litany of kisses across your temple. He pulled in a breath before speaking.

“Baby girl,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Move in with me. I want to build a life with you. I know it’s only been six months-.”

“Yes.”

“I wanted to ask you another question, though,” he playfully scolded, giving your butt a light tap. 

You looked at him and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, continue, baby. Either way, the answer is yes.”

“Cool. So we’re getting married then?”

“Ye-wait. What?”

Kevin flipped you both. Lying on top of you, he brushed the hair from your face.

“Marry me, mamas? I know it’s way too soon-.”

You kissed him to shut him up. It lasted long enough to calm his fluttering heart.

“Yes.”

Without another word, he kissed you hard, stealing your breath. Tender touches morphed into desperate touches. In an instant, the room filled with pants and moans as he slipped back into you. Thrust mirroring thrust, as Kevin drove you to the brink of ecstasy until your tired body would no longer allow it. He littered your face with kisses as the both of you whispered words of affirmation until sleep claimed you both.

The aching in your bladder woke you as the morning sun crept into the bedroom. Not wanting to wake your sleeping giant, you wiggled free. Tip-toeing into the bathroom, you quickly relieved yourself and washed your hands. You unboxed one of the toothbrushes Kevin bought, quietly falling into your morning routine. Standing in the mirror brushing your teeth, your free hand brushed curls from your face, and you froze. The toothbrush dangled in your mouth as you stared into the mirror, shock written on your face. Hand frozen mid-air, you gawked at the beautiful diamond sparkling on your ring finger. You startled as a voice sounded behind you. Kevin stood in the doorway, muscles rippling, in all his naked glory, staring at you in the mirror. He walked up behind you, pressing his chest to your back, and whispered against your neck, “I always come prepared, baby girl. Notice it’s the correct size and the cut you like. Do I know my woman or what,” he bragged, finishing with kisses to your throat.

Throwing a finger in the air, you quickly rinsed your mouth and toothbrush. You placed the brush in the holder as you spun around, snatching Kevin’s hand. Pulling him back toward the bedroom, he questioned, “Where are we going, love?”

“Back to bed. I’m going to suck the soul out of you. Then I’m taking my ass to the kitchen and cooking you breakfast in bed.”

Fuck I love this woman.

Hope you enjoyed it, my sweet babies! Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 13, Part 1, Aka Pickle- Gate

Lorelai and Rory are informing the Grands about their plans to traverse Europe after Rory graduates.

Two screen shots with incredible future meme potential. Emily: Richard, they want to sleep in a park like a couple of squirrels! What are people going to think when they see a grown woman bunking down with a bunch of 20 year olds? Lorelai regularly bunks down with a certain 18 year old boy here at home, soo... Time to prove me right, Predictable Gilmore!

Speaking of squirrels..

Hey look everyone, it's Dean. Let's point and laugh at him. Ha ha! He looks so stupid! LOL! I hope he takes his helmet off and a chunk of cinderblock falls on his head and renders him permanently comatose! lmao! Please tell me this is the episode where Dean asks Jess for extra pickles so Jess threatens to filet him and dump his lifeless body in a ditch.

Okay Patricia, I'm going to need you to chill. And where is my barf bucket? Time to simultaneously cross off "Miss Patty is Horny" and "Dean and Jess Sexual Tension" off my episode Bingo card (which I've been spotty about remembering to complete).

You know, the general sentiment seems to be that Miss Patty is absolutely slaying, but if she thinks this doofwad is worth wasting that pickup line on. it's likely she hasn't actually gotten laid in years. Or she might want to get checked for cataracts.

Jesus. Patty and Lorelai should both be on some kind of sex offender registry.

Oh Lucas. You sure know how to make a girl swoon.

Luke: This book just talks about fancy tablecloths and dish design and nothing about the food. Jess: You're going through a lot for this lawyer. Luke: She's not just a lawyer, she's also a lady, a very nice lady who probably expects good food on fancy plates and sparse yet elegant decor. This is what you do when you're dating.

Okay, sooo, no good food, fancy plates or elegant decor for Rory. Got it. Here's what Jess and Rory eat from:

IT'S PICKLE TIME!

Let's keep score, shall we? Of who comes out on top (snicker snicker) in this interaction.

This might be the one and only great snappy comeback that AmyShermanPalladino has ever assigned to the character of Dean. Dean delivers a brutal verbal blow. Jess is not completely unphased. He's clearly a bit shooketh, but probably just because Dean is hella annoying and is invading his personal space. He lets it go. 1 point to Dean. In Dean's defense, it wasn't actually that lengthy an order, certainly not "an order for the entire state of Connecticut" as Jess calls it (it was only 6 burgers) but it shouldn't have been a problem for Jess if he were just writing it down like the good little diner monkey he is. No points added or subtracted for either fella. Dean didn't really didn't do anything wrong, and Jess should have been doing his job.

Half a point to Jess for this quip. Could have used a little more spice, but a solid effort.

AMAZING. Calling Jess a female while also observing the job he does. 1 point to Dean because I started imagining Jess in a 50's diner waitress getup after that. Dean is at 2, Jess is at .5. Come on dude, you gotta catch up.

MEOW! Dean is on fire! With homoerotic longing, that is. Aching, yearning, crushing. Another point award to Dean, who stands at 3 points and Jess stagnates at a measly .5. Okay, okay, I'll bump the "Taylor's Errand Boy" quip up to a full point. 3 to 1.

Luke is lucky this place existed before Yelp reviews were a thing.

Half a point for Jess doing the bare minimum and writing down the order, and also because he's a cutie patooty. Dean stands at 3, Jess at 1.5.

Okay, when Dean first gave the order, it stood at a reasonable six burgers. It's now ballooned to over 15 overly complicated sandwiches, PLUS four hot dogs, two salads, five fries, five onion rings, an order of pickles, and a partridge in a pear tree. Half a point back to Jess, because he's been bamboozled and this order is truly fucking insane. This is why online ordering was invented. Lacking that, you don't just pull up to a restaurant and place an insane order like this on the spot. You call ahead, Dean Boy. It's just good manners, which you are sorely lacking. Even if he can write down the order, who's going to cook all this stuff so quickly? You know this place is woefully understaffed and Luke and Caesar are the only two people who cook for this entire place. 3 to 2.

Damn, Dean! You're really killing it today. Making up for all those years of hilariously stupid "You're the one who's going" and "you're wearing a tie" insults. Metaphorically killing it, that is. Jess is doing some actually killing. You should be scared. 4 for Dean vs 2 for Jess.

He's killed before and he's killed again Dean. Do you want to end up like Shane, Dean? This is how you end up like Shane. You might not be so lucky to be reincaranted after your death as a graceful yet vengeful bloodthirsty swan either. You should probably back down and take your order to Denny's instead. Due to the sheer insanity of threatening to filet a customer over some pickles ,Jess wins, of course.

AN UNEXPECTED NOPE! Bless. D: These men work for Taylor which means if you get it wrong they're going to send it back. You could be making this order until you die. (psssst, Dean, you know Jess isn't actually the one cooking the food, right? You goof a doof. This is only going to be a burden on poor Caesar I guess because Luke just skedaddled a few minutes ago). Also, both of you will have the good fortune to escape Stars Hollow and probably not die there. Rory, on the other hand. J: (with a knowing, homocidal smirk): Reads back entire order.

[hermit-lover]

Possessive ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Character: Rendog x Reader

Type: Blurb (~1K words)

Theme: Fluff, established relationship

Summary: Cuddles with your loving boyfriend, Rendog.

TW: Light hearted possessiveness, use of the word 'baby', licking, some innuendos, minor ticking.

A/N: First post! Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors I am dyslexic lol.

You land on the ground with a solid 'thump', knees protesting due to the rougher landing. The elytra swishes closed behind you, weight evident on your shoulders. You couldn't be bothered, the pain was expected after spending the entire day helping Scar terraform. The work was incredibly rewarding, the large green landscape you has helped to create was evidence of that. Its just...being hunched over all day was never good on the back. At least in regular building you were able to take breaks during decorating the walls or the ceiling. Vaguely wondering how Scar upkeeps his endless energy you push open the doors to your base. The lightness was welcoming as you stash your elytra by the door, and take off your shoes.

The skittering of claws on hardwood brings a smile to your face, it seems he was home early. The loud footfalls reach the corner, and the figure lunges to correct their overshoot, scrabbling around the bend. You simply watch in amusement. He's such an idiot. But as your loving boyfriend's head pops up, sunglasses askew on his face and a wide pointy-toothed grin you can't help but melt a little. His tail wagging excitedly. That is- before he knocks straight into you. Glasses clattering to the floor.

The air is pushed from your lungs, and for a split, terrifying second, your body is weightless. Then Ren's large arms wrap around your figure, and your plucked off your feet into a bone crushing hug. He's warm, as always. Even the smooth metal arm pressing into your side ran toasty, something about redstone expelling heat when active? Not your ballpark. Ren smells of leaves, dog fur, and smoked wood. The smell of home. Of course it's always hard to ignore how ripped he is, the ease in which he's holding you, how solid his chest feels pressed against yours. (He was incredibly distracting when shirtless.)

"Hi puppy" You coo, running your nails up and down his back. He shudders under your touch, and pulls away. Your anticipating his signature grin and pickup line, but he looks troubled. Panic sparks through you. "Ren?" You ask, brows furrowing, instead of gracing you with a response he sniffs once, and then dives into your neck, sniffing away. "Ren!" you squeak, squirming to try and avoid is assault. His nose pokes and prods, never lingering for more then a second before gliding to the next spot. tingles run up your spine as spikes of sensitivity run through you. "Ren stop!" You squeal, and he finally pulls away. Scowling dramatically.

"You smell like Scar." He declares, eyeing you wearily. You chuckle, still recovering from the tickling.

"Of course, I was helping him terraform." You explain, amusement gracing your lips. He does not look pleased.

"You smell too much like Scar." Ren explains further, still giving you a look "You haven't been getting busy with that nosy Vex have you?" You cant stop the laughter that bubbles up,

"No! no!" You fight down giggles, "You know how touchy Scar is, nothing more."

"Fine. I'll believe you, baby." a grin slowly works its way onto his face "but I cant have you waltzing around here smelling like another man, can I?"

"Oh no-" You barely manage out before Ren whisks you to the bedroom. Your teasing, of course, seeing Ren worked up making you smell like him does cause a bit of flush. It doesn't matter to him that only he can really tell, he is dead set on claiming you.

The plush surface is a welcome break from the labor of today, your large bed possessing one too many blankets. Ren insists its cozy- you call it nesting instinct. Laying you gently on you back Ren crawls on top, wasting no time nuzzling into your neck once again.

He lets himself breathe into your space, fanning hot air across your bare skin. Goosebumps prickle your spine, cascading down your arms and legs. The hair on the back of your neck stands. He spends a few moments like this, just holding you close and nuzzling into you neck. Cuddling with him is always your favorite activity. Unexpectedly you struggle down a sound, a warm, wet tongue licking up the side of your neck. You cringe slightly, bit sigh knowing its one of his favorite things. He does it again, this time up the front. Ren often licked as a sign of affection, it was in his doggy genes after all. But it always made you jump slightly, weird to get used to you guess. He continues the pattern, finishing the other side before starting to kitten-lick. Each sharp flick of his tongue made you squirm, bordering on tickling.

"Rennn" You protest, whining his name exaggeratedly. "Stop ticking" He pulls away with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry darling" his smile always reaches his eyes, crinkling the crows feet and sparkling them with affection. It almost always takes your breath away at how much loves his eyes contain for you. It was hard to believe a man so packed with sunshine would even give you the time of day. You smile back, although your sure the tiredness of the day effected it, and freed an arm to cradle his face. Stubble slightly scratchy. He leans eagerly into the touch, smooshing his cheek into your awaiting palm. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone, Ren closes his eyes. Your own eyes drift shut, events of day draining your energy. As much as you love Scar, he is a lot. Not as bad as Grian. God forbid you put the two together.

Slowly your breathing deepens, warm and content. Smushed happily under your doting werewolf boyfriend. Your thoughts drift lazily, fluffy and cozy.

"You stopped". Ren's voice jolts you, blinking fully awake. He's pouting slightly, voice rumbling sleepily in his chest.

"Sorry." You murmur, barely able to comprehend his words. "Tired." He nods slowly,

"well allow me to soothe you to sleep, baby." Ren nuzzles into your neck, relaxing his full weight onto you. Admittedly the first time he had done this you had panicked, but now you just accepted it. The many blankets get neglected as he becomes your personal one. Warm and soft. Your eyes flicker shut once again, and sleep isn't hard to find.

Nestled safely in Ren's arms, you cant think of a better place to be.

[jadzio-writing-prowess]

Elisa headcanons:

Headstrong and composed.

Loves to read books and working in a garden.

Likes to read murder mystery novels. She likes to talk about them with the Inspector. Surprisingly, even tho they like completely different genres, they find a lot in common to talk about and sometimes are able to convince each other to read their favorite books.

Would also like to have an intelligent dog or a stray, at some point.

Has some knowledge and experience in medicine and healthcare.

Likes the rain a lot, whether to listen to it in the apartment or to take a walk in.

Inspector & Calensk & Sergiu hanging out headcanons:

They rarely go out drinking. Everyone has too much trauma, for alcohol, to just blow around. Though they might sometimes try it on special occasions. They prefer to drink in their own/family company, better than in a bar.

Calensk is usually the one to have to take care of the others, by the end of it. He has a pretty high alcohol tolerance.

Sergiu is giggling, hiccuping and talking a lot. Bruh is wasted after like 4 glasses, gets so red in the face. If Elisa is anywhere close when that happens, he glues himself to her. Slurred love confessions and compliments.

After alcohol Inspector gets very clingy, slurring over his words. Silly pickup lines and complaints at his friends.

Inspector is always the one with the worst hangover in the morning.

They sometimes play sports together, when it's warm enough. Sometimes it's just them three, and sometimes their kids join to play.

They like to talk about their kids with each other. Calensk was someone who the Inspector turned to, from time to time, for parenting advice. Though for Calensk, the topic of his sons is a bit sore for him, he still wants to help. When Sergiu entered the game, he just listened to them and listened, absorbed information. Once he gets his own, he takes up all of the conversation. Others don't mind, though the Inspector doesn't really feel good enough to give parenting advice. 

Inspector and Sergiu let their kids play together and it makes them so happy to see them get along.

A few years after the events of the game, they all decide to take a big family photo together.

[spidermanifested]

revisiting the greeds moving castle au post-hmc rewatch here are some new thoughts hmmmmmmm

in my Envisioning. "homunculi" in this world are created when an alchemist (wizard) makes a deal with a demon, gaining the ability to use human souls (hearts) as a power source in exchange for. well. feeding human souls to a demon

for this purpose, souls are gathered from enemy countries via Forever Wars and crystalized into stones which an alchemist can ingest. the military is dedicated to finding the most promising alchemists and grooming them to become homunculi

greed was trained in alchemy by his father from a young age, along with his siblings. their family has immense sway over the royal courts, to the extent that one of his brothers (bradley) wound up marrying into the ruling family. when he came of age his education was handed off to the royal alchemist dante and their relationship did not remain professional very long. he became a homunculus at her encouragement, and then found out he didnt really like the whole "we have to maintain our dominance as alchemists via a lot of murder all the time" thing, and rapidly Howls Moving'd out of that castle

the demon he made a pact with is obviously the dwarf in the flask who im debating making like. okay so what if his father had previously Also made a pact with the same demon.... and then he transferred it to greed.... like ohh he gave up his power and even his life because he ~Saw So Much Potential In His Son~. Except one of the factors leading to greed hitting the bricks is discovering that, no actually, the demon was fully in charge of (the husk of) his father for years, and he just swapped to greed because he wanted a younger swaggier puppet. thatd kind of make a guy rethink his circumstances right

Anyway its pretty similar to calcifer if he leaves his flask he dies, and greed will also die if anything happens to him. greed keeps him very strictly restrained but doesnt tell anybody why he hates this little bongwater bitch so much because hed have to explain hes kind of his dad and itd be awkward

so. we have dante in the role of both suleiman And the witch of the wastes vis a vis being greeds ex, but i think the other part of the witch of the wastes (the "gets more sympathetic as the movie progresses" part) i want to hand to lust, because pulling from her 03 arc she would work very well as someone greed knows whos initially working for the court but gets abandoned and made an example of and then switches sides. also her getting all her power sapped and reverted to her real age would mean Old Lady Lust which would rule

markl is ling (duh) but because i dont think ling would give a shit about a random old guy stumbling into his house, the parts of his character that are initially suspicious of sophie i am going to instead bestow upon. dolcetto, greeds Rescue Dog. aka he was cursed by a witch into the form of a dog and greed was like oh sick a talking dog and dolcetto was too pickupable to escape his fate

martel is also there. talking snake martel. her and dolcetto are there to provide sarcastic banter while bido loses his mind

i initially didnt know how to fit roa in but then i realized i needed a turniphead standin. roa cursed into the form of a cow but he CANT talk and everyone thinks hes just a weird ass magic cow who keeps showing up to help but then the power of friendship turns him human at the end and dolcetto and martel are like okay now how come we cant do that.

i realize ive barely said anything about bido in this post about my au where bido is the main character. but to be fair. i feel like just saying "sophie is bido" gets the entire gist across. humble townsperson with big beautiful brown eyes is transformed against their will into something that makes it impossible to live their life as normal, theyre short with a big nose and wear a long skirt and like to fuck with people now that theyve got nothing to lose, they start working for a weird sexy guy who hates the government wears tight pants and has a shiny black monster form. Is not that complicated

i am now rotating the mental image of lust chuffing back a fat dart on the sofa while immediately outside the window dublith is on fire

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[whentherewerebicycles]

ugh well I have failed several times to go back to sleep so I guess I’m just up now. the day:

4:30-8:30 🥴 read… scroll… work on this all-faculty email draft I guess…

8:30-10 shower/get ready, breakfast, emails

10-11 therapy

11-11:30 review med school handbook

11:30-12:15ish coaching mtg

12:15-2:30 no meetings—prep for pre-health panel, walk the dogs, eat lunch

2:30 leave for marketplace pickup

3:30 student mtg

4-5:30ish data panel

drive home lol what a waste of a commute but I think I should probably go to the panel. maybe pick up library books on the way back?

read in the evening

[jacqcrisis]

Yesterday, AAA called to tell me they can't come out till Thursday or Friday. My mom and stepdad offered to come jump my car and then take it to go change the battery. Desperate, I agree as I schedule a pickup service to come get Chili to take her to daycare in case nothing works and I still don't have a car for Wednesday. Daycare Lady puts a note to pick up Chili before I have to go to work before 8:10am. I finally feel a sense of relief for the first time in days.

At 3:20pm, AAA sends me an update. Someone is coming at 4:56pm that night. I go to my boss, leave work an hour early to pay for an Uber to be home in time. Tell my mom she doesn't need to come up now, excited this nightmare is about to be over.

Two hours go by and no service guy. I call AAA. 'Sorry. Looks like the provider we assigned your ticket backed out.' Didn't tell me that. Didn't update the ticket. I wasted 25 bucks, lost an hour of pay for literally nothing, my car is still dead, and my mom won't cancel one night of church bullshit to come up tonight instead.

At least Chili is taken care of for Wednesday though. Right?

Cue this morning. 8:10am. My coworker is here to pick me up and the dog bus is nowhere to be seen. So I had to cancel daycare and now Chili is stuck at home again and I don't know if I can get a ride to go let her out on my lunch.

Nothing is going right this fucking week. I'm about ready to fucking lose it.

[cryptidcrew]

I’m having a moral quandary. Context for anyone who doesn’t know, I’m a self employed dog groomer who works from home.

I have a client who’s in her late 70s, with a lot going on to manage her kidney failure (as she has told me in GREAT depth). Last time she showed up like half an hour past her appointment time and being like :( but whyyyy can’t you groom my dog (cuz you showed up half an hour late).

She says she can’t use a phone at all, so she apparently can’t find my place in a reasonable amount of time, or answer the phone when I call to tell her the dog is ready for pickup. Idk if she showed up at the right time the first time because she came a day early and was there when I was bringing another client’s dog out for pickup so I was just like “??? Ohkay I guess you’re here now” assuming I’d fucked up my schedule and didn’t check til I was back inside with the dog, only to go back and see nope, she had. I *cannot* imagine she’s gonna get here on time tomorrow, at which point I’m gonna have to decide if I’m gonna fire her as a client, which I would without hesitation if it were the average able bodied person.

She has told me where she lives (along with so so so many other very personal details, she’s clearly super lonely and also will overshare for half an hour every time she sees me if I let her) and it’s 20 minutes away. I feel like the good and moral thing would be to say hey old lady. You’ve got a hell of a lot going on and are struggling. Lemme help you out, I’ll come to you and pick him up and drop him off.

Except she also already was raising her eyebrows a bit at the (VERY reasonable) amount I charged last time, just doing the minimum not even the full charge this GODAWFUL GODAWFUL dog getting a challenging cut normally would ring up via my hourly rate, which like ok if you’ve got no income I get it (but also you got this dog and chose this cut) but I have a hard time imagining she would be pleasant when presented with an additional charge for transportation. Cuz that’s an hour 20 of drive time for me. She’s not gonna pay that hourly and honestly I don’t think I’d be willing to deal with the hassle and increased liability for anything less than that.

Also did I mention this dog is Satan incarnate. And of course she wants a clean (shaved, the thing people think of when they think poodle) face on him so I’m having to go with a very short blade near his eyes and lips while he’s trying to take my arm off. Hell. Worst dog I groom hands down.

So like. 10000% I do not want to see this person or this dog ever again, and I’m gonna have to decide if I keep letting her waste my time and lose me money. I took a 50% deposit last time to book this appointment so it won’t be a COMPLETE waste but that’s still half my minimum haircut charge when doing the dog takes me long enough to charge three times that and I have to reserve a double slot for him, so losing me twice as much.

But like also. What else is she gonna do. Idk if she was telling the truth but she said she doesn’t have any family or other help in the area. She found me via a phone only afaik app so idk what the deal was there, if she actually can use the phone or if she does have help (whether they’re consistently there or not idk). Normally after a second or third no show I’ll say no more and no force of manipulation or threats can compel me to do a single thing I’m unwilling to do for a client but man. Man.

[junkerboss654]

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[annieintheaair]

I play those days in my head, 'round and 'round, and how it hurt so bad. Where we were, what we were doin', and how we had to move ahead... We can't go on saying it weren't wrong how it ended and we hope for change, but there's still the pain of remembering. If I knew back then what I know right now, I'd have never wasted one more day in this town.

I lied-- last week was not the craziest week ever because this week totally beat it.

Last I left off, I was heading to therapy. It was so nice to finally meet Diara in person and I'll be going back again tomorrow for one more session before vacation. She had me choose three emotions (we do this every week) from the wheel to explain how I felt over the last week. The ones I chose last week were more positive, like optimistic. I teared up a little from time to time but walked out of there feeling really good.

It was nice to stay home that night so I took the dogs for an evening walk. I've been trying to take them on daily walks as much as possible.

Thursday morning I took the dogs for another early morning walk. I made it to yoga at noon, too, and found out that unfortunately, the yoga studio will be closing down at the end of the month to merge with the Dallas studio. It was such a huge bummer to hear that.

I had an appointment with a psychiatrist later that afternoon and they literally forgot about me sitting there in the waiting room for 45min. I was pretty annoyed and even more annoyed that the doctor wanted me to come home from work in the morning and go to sleep for 7 hours. How would I ever accomplish anything? He said I'd be happier with more sleep. Is that because I'd be sleeping so how could I be sad?

I stopped at Lalaland for a strawberry fields matcha on my way home, knowing I'd need more caffeine before work. The dogs stayed with their sitter that night and I headed off to work a trip to Austin.

Friday morning, when I got back from my trip, I had to take my car to Volvo. I was hoping the loaner they gave me would be an SUV like my car but they gave me a sedan instead.

I had to stop at my sister's house on my way to my old house to pickup a key and a garage door opener that my mom forgot to leave at the house. I did a little work for my other job while I was there and then headed to the house to load up the car. I was overly optimistic thinking that I'd be able to fit a ton of stuff but the S60 sedan is small and was not super helpful.

After I loaded up the car, I drove to Brian's house and he let me drive his truck. We went to Lolo's Chicken & Waffles for lunch and then drove back to my old house to load up the truck. We tried to fit as much as possible but unfortunately, did not get everything. We were both sweating and tired so we stopped at Starbucks for some cold drinks on our way to my new house.

We unloaded the truck at my house and at this point, I'll be lucky if I finish unpacking by Christmas. I'm kidding but that's how it feels right now.

I had to pick up the dogs at their sitter and then Brian and I went to Portillo's for hotdogs to go before we headed back to his house. We had to stop by the car dealership because they needed my second set of keys and luckily, traffic was minimal.

When we got to Brian's, we ate our hot dogs and then I rushed home to get ready for work. I had really been hoping to get a nap that day but literally had no free time.

Saturday morning I went back to my old house again as soon as I was finished with work at 6:30am. I stopped for breakfast tacos and Red Bull on my way and then loaded up the car with the last of the things and cleaned out the freezer. I did some paint touch-ups and was literally crying into the paint bucket so I guess you can say my tears are now painted onto the walls.

It was a hard morning leaving there, not knowing when or if I'd ever be back at that house again. Even though I'm happy to be back in my old neighborhood, I'm also sad that life there didn't work out. I lost someone who I thought was my best friend, living there complicated a relationship that I had high hopes for, and I experienced a whole new level of loneliness.

Even though living there made me pray more, I went to church a whole lot less, while driving back to my old church every Wednesday night to serve at church. I guess life there wasn't what I had expected.

I wondered what would have happened if I never met Todd. Would I have found a way to be happy there? Would I have met someone in Fort Worth that made me want to stay? Or, if I had lived back in my old town when I met him, would our relationship have gone differently? Would it have been more balanced and more normal? My heart hurts thinking about it all.

I closed out that chapter yesterday morning when I left the house and came home and felt kind of sad. I ended up calling out from work that night and I think the crew scheduler actually thought I was sick because I really sounded sick from crying. I never got to take a nap because I just felt so overwhelmed with so many emotions. By 2pm, I decided that my nails were so ratchet so I treated myself to a well-deserved mani-pedi at my favorite spot. Since I wasn't going to work, I was able to drink two Blue Hawaiians. The man working there (I think he's the manager or something) asked me when I sat down, "Just you?" and I felt like he was looking for Todd, even though I've been there alone so many times since.

After my mani-pedi, I met Marx at Suẽno for a late lunch. We ended up just getting appetizers and their queso blanco and ceviche were both amazing.

I headed home, knowing I was tired and thinking I'd be taking a nap but I guess all of the Red Bull really kicked in because I couldn't go to sleep. I laid on the couch and then told Marx he could meet me at the pool. Jess ended up joining us with her son Tru so we hung out there until late, drinking some beers, and then went back to my house and ordered a pizza.

I think I was showered and in bed by 2am, which was later than I had planned, especially considering how tired I was, but it was fun to hang out with people and not be home alone. I guess I forgot what it was like and I really missed this life here.

I allowed myself to sleep in a bit this morning and then got ready and went to church for the 11:15am service. The talk today was about relationships, loneliness, and the importance of community. I felt like it was everything I had been feeling lately. I knew there was a reason why I had to be there today. Even though they were promoting groups that are starting at the end of the month, it was still good to listen since I already signed up for a few. I'm looking forward to doing a morning bible study and being part of the singles group. Although I already feel like I have a great community here, expanding upon that would be amazing.

After church, I ran over to the Fresh Market to grab a coffee from my Greek friend, Nassos. I got a Freddo Cappuccino, which was really good. I missed being able to go there every weekend.

I had to run a few errands so I stopped at the pharmacy and then went to the dog store. My dogs have been wearing their 4th of July bows forever now so I figured it was time to get them some new ones and Kirby needed a new collar.

Back at home, I decided I needed to tackle the garage and deal with unpacking some stuff. I made some good progress and posted on Facebook marketplace that I had boxes to give away for free and no joke, within an hour they were all gone. I have more yet to be unpacked so once those are empty, I can post them, too.

I wanted to focus on unpacking so I ordered a late lunch from my favorite Thai spot. I ate some of it and then went to a yin yoga class, which was super relaxing. My flights tonight were canceled so I am enjoying an unexpected night off, although disappointed by the lack of pay.

I've been observing my new/old neighborhood and my neighbor across the street has two dogs and is pretty good-looking. Since I'm only interested in meeting people organically (offline) these days, I'm sure I'll officially meet him at some point.

It has been a lazy evening and I'm happy to be home with my dogs and enjoy some wine. My TVs all need to be mounted so I've been not watching TV all week and I'd love it if someone could help me put these up. Matt was supposed to help me but we kind of got into a little fight yesterday because he straight-up lied to me, not even thinking about the fact that I could see his trip schedule. Matt lying to me made me think again about how it's sometimes just better to be single because it seems like guys can't be trusted anymore.

Tomorrow I'm hoping to do more unpacking after my therapy appointment and yoga at noon and then have to pack because vacation officially starts Tuesday. I'm really praying that my flights go smoothly and there are no issues. As excited as I am for vacation, part of me would rather stay home and enjoy being in my new/old town for a bit with my dogs since I also feel a little sad about the fact that Todd and I booked this trip together and now I'm going with just my mom and aunt. It's more of those feelings about expectations versus the current reality and learning to adapt to change when I don't want to.

Anyway, it's getting late, I need to shower and put my pajamas on (still in my yoga clothes) and would like to relax with my dogs before bed tonight. Even though I got a decent amount of sleep last night, I'm exhausted and ready to crawl into bed.

xoxo

Annie

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Dumpster Rental Muncie IN

Understanding the nuances of waste management is crucial when considering a dumpster rental in Muncie, IN. Whether you're tackling a home renovation project, cleaning out a garage, or managing construction debris, renting a dumpster can significantly simplify your waste disposal. This article aims to provide comprehensive insights into the process, ensuring your experience is as smooth and hassle-free as possible.

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One of the primary considerations when renting a dumpster is determining the correct time frame. Most rental companies offer flexible periods, ranging from a few days to several weeks, allowing you to work at a pace that suits your project's timeline. Discussing your project details with the rental provider to align the pickup and drop-off schedule with your project needs is essential.

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Customer service is pivotal in the dumpster rental process. Opt for a rental company that offers excellent customer support and can address any concerns or questions you might have throughout the rental period. A company that provides clear communication and prompt service will significantly enhance your rental experience.

Finally, planning for the end of your rental period is crucial. Ensure that you have completed your waste disposal before the pickup date. Overfilling your dumpster can lead to additional charges, so it’s essential to monitor the level of waste and communicate with your rental provider if you anticipate exceeding the agreed terms.

Renting a dumpster in Muncie, IN, doesn’t have to be complicated. With the proper preparation and understanding, you can manage your waste efficiently and effectively. Whether you’re a homeowner, a business owner, or a contractor, dumpster rental services offer a practical solution to managing large volumes of waste, helping you maintain a clean and safe work environment. Choosing a reputable service provider like Salty Dog Trash ensures that your waste disposal needs are handled professionally and responsibly.

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