#gonna stab our landlord while we're at it

[lunarflare64]

Hooray, shitty morning, we hate life which means the limited dopamine will be reserved for later today, great, wonderful, good for whoevers gonna be fronting tonight, I'm in hell

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

The great regular sleep experiment of 2024 part "PREMONITIONS"

I could not make this up.

So I finally fall asleep around 5am, because honestly I need the sleep, and because I maybe wanted to prove the point that I would sleep so so so good, and I did... And I wake up 3.5 hours later after having a dream...

A dream where in the dream I live next to a woman and her son, and the woman wants us to modify when we're using our electricity, because for some reason it's affecting when she had to put her generator on or not. So I'm asking for clarification about her schedule so we can try to be accommodating and the son starts shaking his head like "Oh you've really done it now" like his...

HOLD ON MY LANDLORD IS CALLING

>:{ you aren't even going to believe me now

So the kid is like "Oh you've done it now" Like I pissed off his mom and was "gonna get it"... So I was like "Let me talk to your mom" and went to their house. She answers in this unreasonable rage, picking up a weapon 'Like I told the police last week I... etc" All threats of bodily harm, when I am here just asking for clarification on what she wants, right? I have to run from her, I have to run from her into my own house but the people Iive with don't keep the doors locked, in the dream, so I have to keep running from her in my own house and she picks up a fork off a bed??? and starts trying to stab me while I lose patience and decide I'm going for her stupid throat.

So I wake up and start hearing voices out the window that I do not like the tone of. And just after starting to crawl out of bed someone starts knocking on my door and standing back from the camera, looks like maybe my upstairs neighbours again?? The only thing they could be mad about is background rain noise quieter than me typing and quieter than my fan... Which I would have their heads for complaining about given their late night dance beat fixation...

So the elements I would read out of this dream being used to my own dreams is something like: There will be a problem with the electrical. There will be an unreasonable request. There will be someone getting way too worked up about a relatively mundane problem or non problem while you try to communicate. There will be someone trying to gain illegal entry to my home maybe. I will be left to defend myself. A literal bed or fork may feature in the incident, or something commonly associated with them.

So I was typing that out for you here and my landlord called saying they needed access to the apartment immediately, and I was like "Hi I am naked and just woke up and can I have 24 hours notice???" And she... She tries to take this super authoritative tone with me saying how "This is an emergency situation, I don't think you understand the whole building is without power, some people work from home so this is a real problem." ... Not like, someone on a medical machine in the building lost power and is actively suffocating or something... Just people don't have power and are mad. So that's an emergency that should let them violate the usual terms. It isn't btw, that's a run of the mill reason to require entry with 24 hours notice.

So I'm like "I'm not saying 'no', I'm trying to explain, I just woke up, I'm naked, they knocked while I was in bed asleep, I'm a skinny person and have a bunch of stuff near my door to reorganize because it isn't in my way there, but I would need to physically move a lot of stuff to let a couple of large men in here, can't I even have an hour or two? I need them to wear masks due to covid." Even though she's like, trying to interrupt me to tell me I just don't understand how much no one has power.

So when I am done explaining she agrees to call the co-owners to ask if I can have 45 minutes. Like??? Really set on breaking tenant code today, yeah?

So I get a call from one of the guys like "sorry it's an emergency because no one has power :(" and like??? Not true, but okay, and he says other shit like "I'll call the men and see if they have masks and let you know if that's happening." about the men coming in wearing masks at all.

*important context* My electrical isn't attached to anyone else's. I was 'sold' this apartment on the premise that nothing in it attaches to the other apartments. Half the issues with my apartment come from the fact that it used to be a storefront only vaguely connected to the rest of the building by the walls. They know this. I know they know this. They know I know this and know they know this.

So he calls back and asks me to check my fuse box for him and tell him what way the switches were pointed, and I tell him that none of them are out of place and that I have a shelf of breakable objects right next to where the fuse box is and I'd need time to relocate them to safety... He finally asks me if I have power and I tell him that my unit still has full power [we both know it's isolated].

So this entire time I am cleaning the one spot of dried cat puke off the floor -bleary eyed as a groggy kitten- and trying to figure out how to move 3 suitcases. 3 chairs and a king sized faggot of sticks out of the way of the door in a serious hurry...

And he calls back like "yeah calm down it's chill, no one needs in there your panel isn't connected to anything and they found the problem in another apartment, I swear I'll give you 24 hours notice if we need in there, haha."

Bruh. I could have told you that. You could have told you that! I could have taken a photo of the panel in here instead of you trying to demand to immediately send in two big guys past my covid restrictions so they could put their eyeballs on my panel, while I am naked and half asleep. I know what a fuse/breaker panel is, and I checked it last night actually when there was a second long power flicker. I could have flipped switches or told you if anything was off about it. Unless they determined they needed to pull the panel out of the wall, because they already knew where the problem was, they did not need -immediate- entry.

Now, my dream managed to predict everything, including the rough appearance of the technician [neighbours son in the dream], if I ever meet my lady landlord and she looks like the woman in the dream I am finding religion. What about the fork you ask? Who wants to bet wherever they found the problem it involved an issue with the power running to an outlet??? Idk, I picked a lone spoon up off the floor before they started calling me because it fell last night. I usually stir my tea with a fork lately but it was a spoon this time. Maybe it was meant to represent them trying to "use" the electrical issue to gain entry. Fucked if I know maybe this is all coincidence from hell. In fortune telling forks represent women?? Maybe one of the technicians will be trans IDK.

Now how could I have known enough to predict the details using my unconscious predictive algorithm? Well there was a power flicker last night just long enough to reset all my clocks, this has happened semi-regularly since moving in. Last night or this morning I heard the "wah wah wah mum wah dun?" of people talking outside and saw one of them gesture at the whole floor above my head, and did not like the look of that... I did say I had the vague sense they would try to find an excuse to gain entry to my apartment right about after the first year, especially without proper notice... I did tell you that paranoia did I not? In the run of explaining why I was acting like re-organizing and settling in fully had a looming deadline?

So what's the problem with having dreams like this?

The overtone of the dream is always very stressful my brain going BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE WATCH OUT! the wholeass time

The details are either one level of abstraction or fully literal and there is no knowing which my brain means to tell me so I can't actually go off the information with confidence

Timing. I always get them so close to the event they are predicting that there's no time or processing room to take actions to prevent anything, or it's just entirely out of my control [with a week's notice I could have pushed harder to clean up and organize]

So it's just one uncanny thing after another that I can't even get utility out of and that makes me sound 'crazy' when I try to explain it to people. It's like having to watch things fall in slow motion when you can't actually move fast enough to catch anything. Constant casual inevitable tragedy.

I keep thinking "I'll get better at this" but CAN i? Can one improve at this kind of thing? Would it be insane to even try? Either I have to accept my unconscious brain is a genius that can thin slice it's way to these predictions Sherlock style and then try to shout them at me from my unconscious using only slightly abstracted imagery, or I start looking to other explanations [I'm still trying to figure out the unconsciously cold reading everything from tiny bits of info thing].

So now my floor is cleaner IG...

I genuinely thought the knocking on the door was going to be my neighbours being massive cunts about my rain sounds because that's what's on pattern for them. Instead it was because my neighbours lost power and were throwing a massive bitchfit about it and the landlords decided it would be easier to bully me to try to solve the problem, or were trying to take the excuse to get in here on no notice. Landlords are always pulling that shit like they hope to find ground to evict and sue you.

I also notice they called me instead of texting me so there would be no record of them telling me the power going out was an 'emergency situation'...

I have a headache

My morning bedtime alarm just went off while I was typing this :/

ps: I'm starting to think all those nightmares, night terrors and sleep paralysis episodes I started having with Bunny were just trying to tell me that he was fighting in insurmountable number of personal demons and unless I could miraculously fight them all off for him, it was going to destroy our relationship, and tbh that's what happened.

Edit: And for the record, this:

Emergency repairs

For a repair to be considered an emergency, it must be:

Urgent 

Necessary for the health or safety of people or property; and

Relating to issues such as:

Major leaks in pipes or the roof

Damaged or blocked water or sewer pipes or plumbing fixtures

The primary heating system

Damaged or defective locks that give access to a rental unit

The electrical systems 

Repairs that do not meet all three criteria are not considered an emergency.

...Is the legal definition of emergency repairs here.

The electrical going out IN WINTER or with the involvement of life support equipment would be an emergency because it would have to do with the health and safety of the people or property, but losing power randomly in the summer and the only danger is missing work? That is not health and safety, that is not an emergency that requires muscling in here on no notice [just to put eyes on my panel no less]. That is normal repairs. A "reasonable amount of time" even for emergency repairs, unless the pipes will explode or someone will actually die, can easily be argued to be 24 hours, during daylight hours with time to do the actual repairs. Your profits being in danger isn't health and safety. If your boss is going to fire you for having a power outage, take it up with the labor board, I'm fucking naked.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Yandere Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

I had this planned for so long but writer's block hit, but now, I have some motivation to write! :3 So, Mafia Steve and Bucky x male reader.

I may have gone overboard with this and it's been a while since I posted one of these...

You were just a waiter at a five-star restaurant. Everything was normal. Get up and have a little fun before clocking in, serving customers, chatting with some friends, then clocking out and heading home to rest.

Today was different. Two men came and took their seats in the VIPs section. You heard your co-workers say their powerful men. Rumors spread saying they were the underground mafia and basically ran the city government and police force.

You were ordered to serve them. Your co-workers wished you good luck. When you arrived to take their orders, you could feel dominance and authority radiating off of them.

"How may I take your order?" you said, standing straight with your hands behind your back. Both men just stared at you which made you feel uncomfortable.

Steve and Bucky were enchanted by the boy that was standing in front of them. They originally went there to talk business and talk about dealing with some people that dare try to end their empire and monopoly over the city.

They never expected to meet such an attractive male. Bucky gave Steve that look, he agreed with him. This boy was gonna be theirs. He was their property now, but he didn't know it.

After they said their orders, you walked away feeling their gaze still on you. They were staring at your ass, licking their lips. 'He's ours.'

You began to notice something wasn't right. Your belongs would go missing then be replaced by something VERY expensive and lavish. Your phone was taken and replaced with the newest and came along with AirPods.

Your landlord said that your home was paid off and that some men offer you a luxury mansion. You don't even know what's going on or why.

Things took a turn as you began dating someone. Your significant other says they've been getting death threats from some person or people...

You told them to not worry about it and contact the police if things escalate. However, after a few days, they vanished. Their body was never found. Things didn't improve.

Steve and Bucky sent their men to get every detail about you and hired hackers to get your information to all your social media accounts.

They wanted to know EVERYTHING about you. They figured out that you're bisexual, a check for them. You had no family members in the city, another check, and that you live alone, check.

Their plan was solidified. Tomorrow at 1:00 am is when they're gonna strike.

XXXXXXXX

It was 1:00 am when you were awoken by a sound. Thinking it's an intruder, you grabbed your metal baseball bat for defense. You slowly open the door and walked out.

Crickets chippering in the night, loud wind could be heard, and the sound of your footsteps. When you arrived at the bottom floor, you suddenly felt something stab and eject.

Your vision begins to darken as the darkness took over. The last thing you heard was, "you're ours now baby boy/doll."

Flash forward to the morning. You woke up in a large bed, the first thing you noticed was two very large men sleeping with you. You then noticed it was the same men you served.

Your eyes widen as the rumors said about them were true. You began to panic and hyperventilate. This woke both men up. "How did you sleep, baby boy?" the one with blond hair and blue eyes said.

"W-who are you! Why am I here!" you yelled as you tried getting up. They both pulled you back down.

"You don't raise your voice at us, doll. We're your new boyfriend, husbands in a few days." the one to the left of you said. He then pointed to a ring on your finger and then pointed to his and his friend's fingers. They were engagement rings.

"We're so happy that you're gonna the rest of your life with us! Don't worry about your job as we're gonna provide for you from now on. Oh! I almost forgot, I'm Steve and that is Bucky." Steve said as he pulled you to his muscular chest.

Bucky got a little jealous and pulled you to him. "Learn to share, Rogers," he growled.

"Don't worry, Bucky. WE'LL share you."

(I don't know what to say about this...)