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kingofmyborrowedheart · 6 months ago

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Errands were a success!

#got a new dryer for $500 #found a cute dress/bodysuit and shorts #found some new sunnies and a hat

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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year ago

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Basically. I got screwed.

I am very sorry for how relatively quiet this blog has been but I've been dealing with a very unpleasant situation the last few months, and now I need help.

Essentially, I tried to help someone out, and she took advantage of me, and I have no way to recoup my losses.

Earlier this year, I moved into a new house. Before we sold the old house, a Now-Former friend ran into some trouble and was about to become homeless with pets and a small child. Not wanting them to be on the street, we offered to hold off selling the old house so she could stay there for a little while, if she could pay the cost of the mortgage on that house (because I could afford one mortgage but not two) while we helped her find somewhere more permanent.

I was not making money from this- since I was still paying the utilities and property taxes, I was actually losing money, but willing to soak that in order to help her save up and get her on her feet.

Instead, she:

Never Paid a Dime towards covering the mortgage costs like she agreed ($12,000 for the nine months she was there)

Trashed the house ($500 dump fees for the trash alone)

Let her pets piss and shit all over the house ($1,500 bio hazard cleanup, $4000 to replace the carpet and other damaged flooring)

Caused an electrical issue in the garage ($900 to repair)

Broke the washer, dryer and refrigerator ($2500 to replace)

Broke the fence ($1000 to repair)

When I told her I could no longer financially support her and that I needed to sell the old house, she illegally squatted there for a solid three months and I had to hire a lawyer and actually take her to court to get her to leave ($2,500)

The resulting stress has been, as you can imagine, stressful.

So stressful, in fact, that it aggravated a the medical conditions my husband had and made him extremely sick. He had to go to the hospital and take time off work to recover. Now the health insurance is trying to weasel out of paying his short-term disability claim.

So net, this woman has managed to cost me around $25,000 and that's not taking into account the missed paychecks and medical expenses. I do not have $25,000, and until at least $13,000 of that is spent to repair the damage she did, I legally cannot sell the house to even begin to recoup my losses.

Theoretically, I could sue this woman, but she doesn't have any money and it would be me paying even more money I don't have to get... Nothing. So I'm asking for help to cover the costs of getting the old house ready to sell, my husband's medical expenses, and other expenses incurred by this debacle:

If you can help out in any way-share, donate spare change, anything- I'd be extremely grateful.

Thank you.

#signal Boost #fundraiser #original post edited for clarity

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lightsoutletsgo · 8 months ago

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Congrats on 500 followers! Such an exciting milestone! Can I ask for a celebration ship (ideally 2 lol)? I’d describe myself as introverted, intellectual, and a walking shitpost lol I love music (literally all kinds), books (I have a booktube channel), coffee, video games, and touching grass. I’m plus size and I go to the gym everyday and I’ve been doing archery for almost 25 years (I’m not as old as that makes me sound; I’ve been shooting for most of my life) and I am an Olympic-style competitor (I’m not good enough for the Olympics yet, but a girl can dream). I have a degree in English lit/creative writing and I work in the legal field. My friends would describe me as the dependable one, the one who always shows up, the one who gives the beat hugs, and the one most likely to go to war on their behalf. In a partner I look for someone I can laugh A LOT with, someone who can talk about literally anything and who is interested in lots of things, and someone who REALLY likes cuddling.

Thank you so much in advance! Your work is so good and I’m so excited to keep reading. Here’s to another 500!

🏹 anon

hello love! thank you so so much for sending in your request! omg you sound so interesting and cool 😭 I really had to do a little thinking about who I was gonna put you with 👀 but I think I got it? happy reading! mimi

LEWIS HAMILTON ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you darling and love - loves, loves, LOVES your thighs! they're so cosy and comfy. he's also obsessed with your hips - his love language is physical touch and acts of service - nothing he loves more than a cuddle session with you and he is a firm believer that there's nothing a cuddle can't fix

as an athlete himself, lewis knows how much time and dedication you have to put into becoming one of the best and so he loves supporting you on your journey for that. he comes to as many practices and competitions as he can and he loves to offer up his physiotherapist for you to use too! of course now and again he loves to try things out himself and rather annoyingly it doesn't take him long to get the hang of it! of course it's always nice seeing his arms and hands flex when he tries so do you actually mind?

the two of you spend plenty of evenings listening to music together whether it's new tunes on spotify or golden oldies on vinyl. lewis loves to gently tap out the rhythms on your hands and hips as he holds them and it's easily a soothing motion that helps if you ever get overwhelmed while out with him.

lewis understands that your job can be stressful and so he loves to help you unload as much as he can at the end of the day. if he's far away he's right there on facetime, smiling at you as you cuddle with roscoe on the couch and rant to him. or if he's in person, he's offering a back massage, shoulder massage, starting to make dinner and telling you to go an shower the day away while he puts your cosy clothes in the dryer.

"love?" lewis emerges from the garden where he's been doing a light workout, "where'd you go?" he's not concerned at the lack of response, he knows you've had a lot of work you've been focusing on lately and so he surmises you've probably fallen asleep somewhere. roscoe is nowhere to be found either, having grown bored of watching lewis' workout halfway through and plodding back into the house, so lewis knows he'll find the two of you curled up either on the couch or the bed.

walking through the living room, the couch is empty and so he heads straight for the bedroom. he quietly opens the door, smiling to himself at the sound of your heavy breathing and roscoe's snoring. he closes the door and showers as fast as he possibly can. his body craving yours and needing to be close to you. once he's showered, he emerges into your shared bedroom once more, pulling his sweatpants on and carefully sliding into bed behind you. wrapping an arm around you, you shift in your sleep, nose wrinkling slightly as you're disturbed. it doesn't take more than a soft 'shhh' and kiss to the head from lewis before you're settled once more, body naturally wriggling closer to him a little more as you seek his body heat. lewis closes his eyes with a happy hum. this is his favourite place.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

CHARLES LECLERC ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you mon amour or mon ange - charles loves your smile! whether it's your soft half-asleep smile first thing in the morning or a massive grin that greets him when he gets home after a long triple-header - his love language is quality time - he could spend hours praising you for the smallest things, just to watch the way you melt and flourish under his love and adoration. to him, you're a goddess!

charles loves that you're his shy little bookworm! he's that much in love with you that he's turned one of the big windows of his monaco apartment into your reading nook; complete with cosy chair, shelves, lighting and a small coffee table with a mug warmer to keep your coffee at the right temperature all the time! one of his favourite ways to pass the time when he's home is to sit and play piano while you read. he tells you it's a good exercise in practicing different styles and emotions of song. he'll ask you what mood the scene you're reading is and start playing accordingly.

he loves to watch you make videos for your youtube channel and often adds his opinion. your followers love it so much that it turns into a regular weekly segment on your channel! charles is in awe that your degree is in creative writing and is summoning up the courage to ask you to write a bedtime story he can gift and read to his niece for her birthday.

he knows you're the dependable friend, he sees it in the way you are with the people around you. but he also knows that that can sometimes be a little tiring and difficult when you yourself are struggling and so he becomes your dependable person. he loves being able to do the little things for you to make it easier.

the rain gently patters against the window of your apartment as grey clouds roll over the harbours of monaco. but here in your apartment with charles, it's warm and cosy and homely. it's a rare weekend that he's home and you've been spending time existing together. you've been reading while he plays piano, a new composition brewing in his head and now in his phone voice memos but now a sleepy atmosphere is settling over the apartment.

charles leans against the big L-shaped couch as you lay in-between his legs. his hands gently run up and down your sides as you lazily hum the tune he was playing barely five minutes earlier. he lets out a breath of laughter and smiles down at you, one hand coming up to stroke your head as you tilt your head up. he stares at you for a moment, just enjoying having you in his lap. his finger gently traces your face. across your cheeks, up your nose, across your bottom lip. he grins at you, completely lovesick as your eyelashes flutter shut and you sigh. leaning down he kisses you softly once, then again and once more.

#mimi's 500 celebration ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡#🏹 anon #mimi.writes #mimi.answers #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton x reader

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tllgrrl · 1 month ago

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“…suddenly there came a tapping…” by @tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones

Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Valentina de la Fontaine | <500 Words | SFW

Summary: After dinner, an unexpected visitor shows up on Sarah’s porch.

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Post-dinner clean-up is done, Cass and AJ have commandeered the dining room table with homework, and Bucky is also there on his laptop, offering assistance when needed while he’s doing some preliminary research for Sam’s upcoming mission with Team Cap.

Sarah is in the mudroom taking a load of towels out of the dryer when a rapping is heard at the front screen door.

“I’ll get it,” she says softly, gently squeezing Bucky’s shoulder as she walks past him.

He catches her hand, and kisses it.

“Alrght now,” she giggles.

He looks over his shoulder, watching her walk away before turning back to his laptop. He continues studying the maps and notes, but he also listens.

Stepping up to the door, Sarah’s smile fades a little as she sees a short, very well tailored White woman standing there, tapping something into an impressive cellphone.

It’s the latest model with a lot of camera lenses on it.

“Hello,” Sarah says, trying not to stare at the large streak of purple in the woman’s otherwise black, highly coiffed hair. “May I help you?“

Quickly glancing over the tiny woman’s shoulder, she sees a black SUV parked at the end of the walkway, and an also very-well-tailored (and serious-looking) black-suited White man standing next to it.

There’s another one in the driver’s seat.

The woman on the other side of the screen door looks up from her phone, smiles an overly bright smile that stops at her eyes, and introduces herself as “Director Valentina de la Fontaine” as if it was supposed to mean something.

“Is Sergeant Barnes in? Sergeant James Barnes.”

The Director looks past Sarah, and on a wall she sees a photo hanging in the middle of a bunch of what looks like family pictures that span several decades.

That center photo, though in an old frame, is very new and immediately catches her eye.

It’s Barnes in a suit and tie, smiling broadly, standing just behind a radiant Black woman who is wearing a pretty yellow dress. She’s holding a bouquet of yellow and blue flowers. His arms are wrapped around her.

Standing in front of them are two young Black boys also in suits but wearing low top Chucks sneakers. Like the happy couple, they’re also grinning ear to ear.

The woman in that photo is the tall, frankly stunning Black woman that’s now standing in front of her. The photo pictured on the fancy cell phone screen identifies her as Sarah Wilson, recently having become Sarah Wilson-Barnes, which now makes this Retrieval even more complicated.

Director de la Fontaine has no patience for complications.

12 hours later…

On a private jet to Langley, Bucky Barnes is not a happy man.

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After seeing the Thunderbolts* teaser trailer that Marvel dropped, I’m still thinking that Bucky is going to be tasked with babysitting, and finally joining up to work beside, the Messy Avengers. But how did all that happen? I got some Thoughts that start with this little ficlet that’s been on my mind for a minute, ever since the lineup was announced.

Thanks for indulging me and giving it a read. Feel free to let me know how you think it all went down.

#sarah wilson #valentina allegra de fontaine #aka val #don’t call her val #ficlet #<500 words #fan fiction #fan art #by tllgrrl aka nefertifi jones #sarahbucky #sarahbucky fanfic #sarahcentric #thunderbolts*#fleur de louve

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lovelyrocker · 1 year ago

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Pink Hoodie

RPF

Warnings: Guilt

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

Pairings: Timothee x Reader

Word Count: 661

Timothee walked into his shared apartment. His girlfriend of eight months and he had just moved in together a month ago. They were still adjusting to things together. She went from living in a small studio apartment to a spacious two bedroom. Sure they;d sent a lot of time at one other’s place before but this was new. It was adjusting to shared meals everyday. Shared bathroom habits and shared laundry, things that despite being together eight months they’d not done yet. It was new and exciting to them.

Timothee got home from basketball with friends and to his surprise his beloved girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. He called her name and heard nothing. She hadn’t texted or called telling him she was running out for anything and there was no note left on the counter or fridge. He saw her bag still sitting on the kitchen table and her favorite pair of shoes still next to the door.

“Y/N?!” He called again.

He started walking through the apartment actively looking for her. After several long minutes of searching he finds her standing in the laundry room with tears in her eyes and his favorite hoodie in her hands. He notices his hoodie isn’t the pristine white it usually is. It was a faded pink color.

“Baby?” He walked in, still unsure what was going on.

“I am so sorry.” She told him adamantly.

“What’s wrong?” He stepped closer. “What happened?” He asked worriedly, seeing the tears.

“I ruined your hoodie.” Her voice was panicked and sad.

“What?” He looked down in confusion.

“I didn’t mean to! A colored sock must have gotten into the wash! It was an accident!” She said hurriedly as he took the garment into his hands, inspecting the newly dyed fabric. “I’ll get you a new one! I’ll replace it!”

“Oh, baby.” He tossed the hoodie on top of the dryer and pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay.”

“What?” She pulled away and looked up at him. “Tim, no it’s not okay!”

“Yes it is.” He chuckled. “It’s just a hoodie.”

“A $480 hoodie!”

“So.” He smiled, pulling her back into his arms. “It was a mistake, it happens.”

“An almost $500 mistake, Tim!”

“Babe, It’s just clothes.” He rested his forearms on her shoulders as he spoke to her. “I can get another one if I want. It’s not life or death. It’s a material thing.”

“But-” She began but he stopped her.

“No. It’s not that serious.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “When I was 13 I bleached my dad’s black lucky black slacks right before he was supposed to leave for a big meeting. You know what he did?” She raised her brows in question. “Not a damn thing. Because he knew I was just trying to help. Just like I know you were just trying to make sure I had my favorite hoodie clean for my trip in two days.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “It’s okay.” He reached, grabbing the hoodie. “Besides, it doesn’t even look bad. And pink it in right now, so this works.” He told her, looking over the hoodie again. “Also, I just so happen to look good in pink.” He smiled down at her and she gave a gentle smile up at him.

“You do look good in pink.” She tells him, wiping her eyes.

Timothee places his index finger beneath her chin, tilting her face upward to look at him. He places soft kisses across her tear stained face and then to her lips.

Several days later Y/N was sitting on the couch watching some entertainment news show as background noise while working on her computer. Hearing Timothee’s name she looked up at the television, seeing him getting photographed in Paris by the paparazzi. She smiled and let out a little laugh seeing him in the pink hoodie she dyed accidentally just a few days before.

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #timothée #chalamet #timothee #rpf #reader insert #pink #hoodie #ink hoodie

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Hawuu could i request prompt 8 with Druig

A/N - HAWUU! I love this for Druig! Thank you for requesting this, my dear :)

Tender

Summary - Druig never hesitates in taking on your wounds.

Warnings - Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff

“Sersi, get the people into the church. Now!”

You were running as fast as you could as the rest of the eternals were scattered around the small village, trying to stop the Deviants that bombarded your home. The home you’ve had for the last 500 years and thought would be safe from the rest of the world that still went on around you. Everything was peaceful and calm, seeing generations come and go in your small little peace of heaven under the jungle top. The last thing that you thought would happen would be Deviants coming back, you thinking that they were all gone and no longer a threat.

Most Importantly, you never thought you would see your family again. But they came, seeing you and your husband Druig.

It was shock to seem them there, you and Druig greeting them in the village square and Druig eyeing every one of them. That night 500 years ago was still fresh in your memory, you walking away from them to be with Druig was both the easiest and the hardest thing you had to do. On one hand you were glad to with Druig, you two already married for nearly 100 years and knowing you would follow each other to the end of the earth. On the other hand, your Eternal family was all you knew when it came to being a family unit, seeing the humans evolve together. You loved each of them, knowing you considered them as siblings. But to see them again, given the dire circumstance you were in and the potential end of the world, a proper reunion had to wait.

Especially now that Deviants were attacking the very human you were trying to protect.

You saw a bigger Deviant trying to get to Sersi and some of the unarmed humans. You knew the weren’t going to be able to stand up to these beasts, you’ve dealt with them for centuries. Yet this one Deviant was not like the others: it was stronger. Far stronger than any others that you ahem fought against and succeeded.

It was already a given from the beginning: they were going to put up a major fight.

You saw Sersi morph the door on the community building from wood to almost like a shield, just in time for the Deviant to crash into it and almost crash into Sersi. You were able to pull her out of the way just in time for the chorus of guns being heard around you. Both you and Sersi looked, seeing Druig using a handful of villagers under his control using shotguns against the Deviant in front of you.

But where was Druig.

“Look out!” Sersi said in a shout, but it was too late. You were shoved to the side by the Deviant, the beast swiped at your arms and made a huge slash on your arm. You were knocked down, the pain hitting you hard as the Deviant was about to pounce on you. For a split second you felt like a human, not knowing what to do or how to handle yourself against this Deviant. Plus your arm was beyond wounded, making it harder for you to use your ability on the Deviant and shoot out your ice. Yet right before you knew you were going to be killed, the Deviant was shot off of you and screamed out in agony.

You looked over, seeing it was Druig with his shotgun out and aiming.

He lowered his shotgun, grimacing a bit from moving his arm. You saw the pain on his face when he looked from the wounded Deviant to you. It was instant, and you knew that he felt the wound you got moments before. Such a burden for one Soulmate to take on: feeling the wounds an injuries as if they were inflicted personally.

You would feel the splinters Druig would get from building new homes for the humans, he would feel the blisters on your palms after you were planting new crips in the dryer elements. You both felt each other’s injuries, the small and the big. Though you both never minded since it was a clear sign of being each other’s soulmates and equals. Neither of you wished it any other way, not when you two loved each other so fiercely and with nothing hold either of you back. 800 years of marriage still felt so fresh and new, but you would’t trade it.

Even if it meant taking on each other’s injuries and pains.

“Come on, I got ya,” Druig said in a concerned tone, you both squinted from you moving up from the ground. Although he had no physical wound like you did on your arm, you knew he was feeling it too, having you embrace him softly and carefully as he sighed in relief against your hair. You both were safe, even for a split moment as Sersi moved over to talk to Druig.

“Druig, let them go!”

“Now’s not the time, Sersi,” Druig growled at her as he was still holding you. Sersi grabbed him by the good arm, Druig glaring at her as the villagers were still shooting at the Deviant in her trance. Druig pushed you behind him, almost protectively as you were nursing your wound with shaky fingers.

“Please! I know you’re better than this!” Sersi pleaded to him. Druig eyed her, his body between you and her as he shoved her hand off his arm. He then relented, moving his good arm up and spreading his fingers towards the villagers, making his eyes change yellow. The villagers snapped out of the control, looking at each other in confusion as he spoke up finally.

“GO! Get to the river!”

Later that night, as you were watching the body of Gilgamesh be burned on a stack of wood and along the Amazon river, Druig was tending to your wound that was now at a dull ache. Everything was still flooding your mind: the Deviants taking on your family, Gilgamesh being killed by some mean Deviant according to Theta, whom was guilt ridden in not saving him because of her Mahd Wy Ry coming into affect at the worst possible time. Now that it was all done, that the humans were once again safe, you all had to regroup together again and figure out a new plan.

Not just any plan, a plan to save the every world you thought you were saving.

Druig went to you instantly after the fight, seeing your wound was not getting better but worse. His mind and focus was on your, getting the medical supplies that you both had in your shared hut and tending to you. Of course there were other things that he needed to take care of, but you were his main priority. You always were, even in the moments where you thought it was silly and no needed. In his mind, you were the sun and moon, the roaring stars that would navigate him home.

You were everything, even after all thees years.

As you watched the ember go up in the night sky and the flame lick and curl around the wood and the deceased body of your friend, Druig finished the wrapping on your arm with the gauze and ointment. He placed his hand on the top of the gauze, looking at the area himself with a some relief and a hint of pain there on his face as you tore your eyes away to stare at him. You could read him like a book” Saddened about the loss of his friend, stressed that his villagers were put in danger, and angry to hear about the true nature of what we were meant to do as Eternals. It’s was all there, plainly on his face and in his eyes.

You wrapped him in a hug, Druig holding you so close and taking in this small flicker of a moment with you. Neither of you wanted to let the other go, not with all you went through within the past 5 hours and all that you heard. Loosing two of your own, hearing that the world could end, and knowing the truth about how you were treated to destroy. It felt too much for you to simply hold it in, but maybe Druig was thinking the same as he kissed your head over and over. Neither of you wanted to say anything, you didn’t need to. All you could was hold each other as the fire raged on.

Hold each other as the tenderness would forever be tender.

The End.

Soulmates Prompt Session

#druig fluff #druig x reader #druig x female reader #druig x you #druig x female reader #druig x oc #druig x y/n #druig x eternal!reader #eternals fan writing #eternals spoilers #eternals fanfiction #druig eternals #marvel cinematic universe #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #mcu phase 4 #mcu writing #mcu fanfiction

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smolsleepyfox · 1 year ago

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GWTD Transcript "Most intimidating client ever"

[Entrance to the shop, low angle shot. A large wolf enters. It has dark greyish-brown fur with prominent scars over the right side of its face. Its head is lowered as it steps inside, its gait calm, prowling almost.]

Voice-over: I’ve worked with a lot of clients others thought scary, but today I was reconsidering my job choice.

[Close Up of the wolf's face. It is observing the situation coolly. Its eyes are a prominent light blue, making its gaze even more eerie.]

Groomer in video: At least you actually fit in the shower.

VO: Since you were all so excited about the last video, I decided to invite another one of my werewolf friends. This is Sasha, and if I didn't know him I'd probably have run already.

[They step into the shower. Sasha sits down while the groomer warms up the water. He licks his lips, observing her closely. He does not move while she soaks his fur, only his ears twitching slightly, but his eyes remain fixed on her.]

VO: The full moon was two days ago so he's in dire need of a little wellness treatment.

[She puts her hand into his coat, pulling out some loose undercoat.]

Groomer: You’re not shedding as much as I expected. [pause] I'm not gonna lie, your staring is freaking me out a bit, man.

[Sasha tilts his head slightly, but stops staring at her like a stuffed turkey. She begins soaping him up, her hands vanishing in the thick fur.]

VO: I am using Fluff This! Cozy Creature shampoo, because it was Halloween last week and I'm not ready to go into the Christmas season. Last time I talked about how important establishing boundaries is before working on a new client, because once shifted, it can be hard to communicate in words. In Sasha's case, his pack leader called to tell me something we forgot, but this level of preparation is certainly not the norm.

[Sasha stands up at her request while she rinses off the shampoo. He is still alert but more relaxed than before. The groomer shuts off the water and looks at him for a moment.]

Groomer: Your alpha said you won't like your face washed, is that true?

[Sasha turns his head sharply at the words.]

Groomer: Don't be mad at me, I'm just repeating what I was told. So are you gonna rip my face off if I do this? Because I wouldn't like that very much.

[Sasha stares at her for a moment, entirely still, then he huffs and flicks his ears. It almost sounds like he's saying "fine".]

[She begins washing his face. Sasha has his eyes closed for most of it, and his posture is stiff. He is clearly stressed.]

Groomer: I’m working as fast as I can. Is that a werewolf thing, because your brother also didn’t like this.

VO: After going through a stack of towels, it turns out Sasha actually fits on my big table. I got this one after I realized I’d get more lycanthropic clients. It has a maximum weight limit of just over 500 kilos and can theoretically keep a werewolf still if they freak out. It’s not something I’ve used before aside from practice and I hope I never need to, for everyone’s sake.

[She puts a rubber mat onto the surface and Sasha steps onto the table, lying down and dangling one paw over the side. There is a band of scar tissue around his ankles.]

VO: Sasha is an old werewolf and like many of his kind suffers from the beginning stages of arthritis, so I pad the table down to prevent him from slipping. I put on the happy hoodie and my beekeeper’s hat and once again cover my shop in fluff.

[Long sequence of blow drying set to majestic music. Sasha has laid his head down but is still very much alert, his tail twitching on occasion.]

Groomer: I’m afraid you have to stand up.

[Sasha obliges, claws digging into the mat to stabilize himself. He sniffs the air and suddenly growls, loudly. He puts his paw on her shoulder.]

Groomer: What?

[Sasha’s paws shift to semi-hands nearly instantaneously. He switches the dryer off and pulls down the happy hoodie in one motion. Hands shifting back, his claws scrape the metal of the table. He stares at the door, entirely still.]

Groomer: O-kay, that was mildly terrifying.

[The camera cuts to the hallway, only showing the groomer’s and another person’s legs.]

VO: Turns out another client mixed up their schedule and came in a day early. My shop is neutral ground, but that doesn’t make people like each other. After that mildly terrifying incident, I finish blow-drying him and begin on the haircut. Sasha is in great shape even so shortly after the moon and only requested very minimal trims. Much like his brother, he has very long tail fur, so I give that a good brushing and shorten it with my chunkers.

[The brush makes a satisfying ksh-ksh sound going through the fur. The groomer holds the long fur between two fingers while she cuts it.]

VO: Working on werewolves is an incredibly special task that requires mutual trust and a lot of knowledge. That said, I’ve never seen a partial transformation like this. You really never stop learning.

[Switch to full view of the table. Sasha has sat down while she brushes out his back. He is once again observing her cautiously.]

VO: Sasha has collected a lot of scars in his life, so I had to switch between several tools before finding something that was comfortable for him. Once again, the AquiGroomer proved its worth, removing a ton of undercoat without hurting his skin. I used the dematter on the long fur on his chest and then cleaned out his ears.

[Sasha clearly enjoys the feeling, turning his head while she moves the pad.]

Groomer: So, you gonna let me touch your feet?

[Cut to a close up of her removing the fur between his paw pads. Noticeably, he’s missing two toes on the left front paw.]

VO: A few of you asked if shaving out the paw pads is necessary since many older wolves have trauma surrounding their paws being hurt. I wouldn’t say it’s absolutely necessary, but there are advantages depending on your location. A rural pack that mostly walks in the forest or even on snow is probably better off keeping all that extra fluff. It is more work to keep clean, but it can help with sinking into the snow. If you live in an urban area, shaving it out gives more traction on smooth surfaces. Sasha comes from a rural pack, but will spend some time in an urban area, so he’s decided that he wants more traction, especially since he’s only got three claws here.

For that extra wellness factor, I rub some balm on his paw pads and let it sit for a bit while I start cleaning the massive furnado.

[Timelapse of the shop filmed from a high angle. Sasha is lying on the table, letting his feet dangle over the edge while he observes the groomer moving large tufts of light gray hair with a broom.]

Groomer: I swear I need to get a bigger trash can if your kind keeps coming in.

VO: I spray Sasha down in Spooky Pumpkin cologne, because Sasha is a spooky guy, and we’re all done. From beginning to end, this groom took four hours, with a short break for snacks in between.

[Sasha sits on the table, observing the camera in that same cold manner he has before.]

VO: And all that’s left to say is thank you for watching, I hope you enjoyed the stern Sasha.

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redheadinjapan · 2 years ago

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Hung Up On Laundry in Japan?

Learning to do laundry in Japan has been a bit of a change for me. Not only because of all the new Japanese words I need to read to make sure I don’t ruin any clothes, but I’ve also had to get used to hanging my clothes out to dry. While most American houses have dryers, Japanese apartments don’t. Instead, there’s space to hang your clothes to dry. While not using a dryer is better for saving energy, it has certainly been an adjustment.

Since most people in Japan don’t have dryers, apartments typically come with space to hang your clothes. Whether you have a balcony or not, you’ll likely have a hanger for a clothesline or a rod outside your window. However, once winter hits, you’ll have to move your clothes inside to dry so they won’t freeze. Your Japanese apartment bathroom will likely have something like a shower rod that’s actually for hanging clothes, as well as fan settings to help with the drying process.

When it comes to hanging clothes, I recommend hanging them in such a way that you won’t notice if they stretch a little since hanging wet clothes can stretch out the fabric. I’ve taken to hanging shirts and pants folded on the bottom rung of hangers because hanging them normally or with clips can stretch out the necklines or waistbands. Also, generally, try not to hang anything by the elastic sections. I noticed my socks were a little loose after a few washes, so now I hang them by the toes rather than the stretchier ankle side. Of course, anything particularly stretchy, like bras or certain sweaters, are best left on an available surface to dry to keep the shape intact.

I’ve also had to learn to do smaller, more frequent loads of laundry since coming to Japan. In America, I would usually do two loads (lights and darks) at the end of the week, but when you have to hang everything to dry, suddenly one big laundry day doesn’t work. If you hang clothes too close together, they won’t dry well since there needs to be space for air to move. So, sometimes laundry day has to become laundry days to give one load enough time to dry before hanging up the next one. This becomes especially true in winter when you have to use the limited space in the bathroom.

Luckily, though changing your laundry routine might be a hassle, buying laundry supplies is not. You can find laundry supplies at most stores, including 100 yen stores. My local 100 yen store has everything from hangers to clips to laundry baskets, as well as a laundry list of other laundry products. That’s where I got my clothes rod, recommended instead of a clothesline by another ALT, for 500 yen (cause some products are still a little extra). It’s been nice to use hangers instead of clips because I feel like it gives me more space and stretches my clothes less. 100 yen stores even sell laundry detergent, but it will likely be less product and not as good as what you can buy elsewhere. One of my best 100 yen store laundry purchases has been a bunch of cheap laundry bags because my washer seemed a little rough on my clothes, especially anything with buttons, which is definitely something to watch for since the washers shuffle your clothes around.

While I’ve mostly been using laundry pods because I still haven’t totally figured out my washer, one new Japanese word I’ve had to look out for is 漂白剤 (ひょうはくざい) or bleach. Given how clothing in Japan fit me, I definitely didn’t want to accidentally bleach a load of laundry in Japan. However, what can be more confusing is that I’ve found some products that say they contain bleach while also advertising being okay for use with colors. I guess I always associated bleach with whitening, but so far the oxyclean powder I found that seems to have bleach in it has yet to turn all my clothes white, so I think I’m good.

Doing laundry in Japan can be hard to get used to. Not only are there tons of specialized words you’ve probably never had to use before, but you might have to get used to a whole new laundry system. I always had a dryer, and I’m still getting used to not having one, but I’m slowly getting the hang of it!

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sweetbriermouse · 12 days ago

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Everything drives me insane right now. The fact that I got paid today and have already spent 500 out of the 900 I earned, and have more to buy. The fact that it's going to be another 3 paychecks before I can begin to make genuine headway on saving to move out.

or how I need to save enough to not only get us a place but get us necessities. a washer and dryer, a vacuum, broom, mop, pots and pans, etc.

I am so so beyond ready to just be done with this shit. The times this week alone I have wanted to just give up on everything is ridiculous.

On a brighter note I did get my benefiber supplements and already took one. I'll take another in the morning. I think depending on how I feel tonight I may start doing one in the mornings and one at night since the box says 3x daily. I also need to get back to taking all of my supplements daily so I can feel better and do better. The apple cider and turmeric helped so much and I fell off and I need to get back to it.

I managed to lose enough in size to fit the dress perfectly in the torso, but my arms were still tight af. It's a new month so hopefully I can continue making progress and loose 2lbs a week or more. If the benefiber does it's job and I get back to consistently taking my supplements I think I can lose 5lbs this month no problem, 8-10 with some effort.

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nathank77 · 6 months ago

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5/12/24

10:51 p.m added to

I just saw a mouse scurry passed my room. I'm once again panicking. I was thinking about going to the er bc of a lot of heart palpitations. But all they say is irregular ekg. Pvcs and go home. It's a lot of stress for nothing... added stress... and they may not expedite my appt...

Also I shoved dryer sheets into my clothes drawers.. so it doesn't fucking make another home in one of very few spaces for my things and now I did this:

It ran under that cabinet outside my room.. I used tin foil and put mint Tooth paste on it bc I'm panicking.. last time we had a mouse it made a fucking bed in one of drawers I no longer use bc I can still see the shit it was shredding all over my clothes. And I just got new socks and boxers I can't have one of these nasty germ carriers living in my room.

I hope the mint Toothpaste keeps it out of my room... I hope the dryer sheets in my drawers keep my clothes safe. I only spent 500$ on my new clothes and I don't need some disgusting vermin living in it.

I was panicking when I left the bathroom cause my mom wasn't lying I just didn't get a good look at it she left the plunger in the toilet and towels all around the toilet... and then like 5 minutes later of having heart palpitations a fucking disgusting mouse runs by my room. And all I can think about is it finding its way in my room and fucking make a nest in one of my few drawers.

My rooms a mess I live out of a Laundry basket for christ sake. I have no room for anything half my shit is on the floor... and I can't have this disgusting thing come in here. I'll start panicking. I'm already panicking.

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nervouscloudtheorist · 7 months ago

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April 12th 2024

Dear Diary,

I GOT PURPLE ROSES!! I am getting so good at gardening! I should try gardening with the other flowers and seeing if I get any new colors from them.

Also the fishing tourney is tomorrow and we had another new person move in. Her name is Deirdre. She's really cool from what I can tell so far. I think Deirdre, Clay and I could really be good friends. You know once Clay and I get along better.

I donated all my new and rare island bugs and fish to Blathers and he was so happy. He was mentioning that these items could only be found in the summer so they were super rare. I didn't let him know I went to tropical island but that is between me, you, and Kapp'n. I forgot I also brought back fruit from the island so I planted 2 coconut trees and 3 mango trees. I will need to start doing the tours at the island to see if I can find any more rare plants. Maybe I will make my island an island paradise.

I think I also figured out the best way to earn money because when I went to the Re-Tail shop and sold all my extra beetles, I earned 25,000 bells. I also earned 500 bells from Chrissy when she bought my washer/dryer but that is besides the point. The point is that I think I might go to the island every night to catch beetles!

I haven't had this much money in one go so you know I had to go on a shopping spree. I went to the main street and went to Sables shop to shop till I dropped. I ran into Clay at the store too and he told me that my current outfit looked so good on me so naturally I needed to continue my stylish ways. I didn't buy a whole lot, I only bought 3 items but the thrill of being able to buy things without worry was there. ANOTHER THING I just learned that the shop is not called Sable's shop. I always thought it was weird because I generally talk to Mable but I know I heard her talk about Sable. Anyways I guess it's called the ABLE SISTERS. Man I feel really dumb for not calling it by the right name this whole time.

I also went to the Gardening shop, which is run by a man named Leif. He doesn't sell much just a sapling and a couple of different flowers but it's nice that there is finally a garden shop in the area. Maybe he will give me some ideas on how I can make my own garden look nicer.

Like most days so far, Nookling Junction had nothing for me to buy so I did skip them out on my shopping spree but I decided with my new found wealth that my house was much to small for me and I decided to give Tom Nook a visit.

When I was at his shop, he introduced me to Lyle. He works for the Happy Home Academy ( its not association) and he kind of gave me a run down of what to expect from their reviews. It didn't really matter to me because I really was only there to talk to Tom Nook but okay. Tom Nook said he would have my house upgraded by tomorrow and it would only cost me 98,000 bells which is nothing when I have the island on my side!

I went back to town and just was cleaning things up when I noticed a tent in the town square. It was someone called Crazy Redd. He sells artwork but he will only sell me one a day. I looked over some of them and they kinda look...off. I don't know a lot about art but I remember my mom showing me some of them and what Redd is selling just doesn't look the same. He didn't let me get a really good look at any of them so I just decided to buy the gallant statue. I think he probably was just as nervous as I was honestly. It can't be easy to go and sell your wares in a new town all the time.

Anyways I don't have very much else to report except that I met Kitt and I'm not his biggest fan but I'm pretty confident he will grow on me :)

Back to gardening and getting this bread!

-Finn

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sawyerquinnbrown · 1 year ago

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The Reluctant Traveler

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I am on a trip. I am on a trip to see people who I want to see but who unfortunately live far away from me. We must suffer for what (and who) we love, which means that I am on a multi-state travel adventure that began yesterday. And I am not going to be grouchy about the travel.

I woke up at 8am yesterday, which to a normal person seems like a lovely time at which to wake, but if you’re funemployed and your sleep schedule is borked, it is a #struggle. I awoke at that time so I could take public transit to the airport, but when my alarm went off I pulled up the app on my phone and adjusted it to wake me up half an hour later, figuring I’d Lyft it to O’Hare.

No, get up and take the train, you big baby.

So I took the train. It took about 45 minutes longer than it was supposed to, which was fine, as my flight was delayed.

As I was going through the airport to find my gate, I spotted the Garrett Popcorn stand, and I said to myself, No, Sawyer, you will be spending too much money on this trip as it is, and I made it about ten feet past the kiosk before looping around to get some goddamned popcorn.

Okay, tangent: the first time I tried Garrett Popcorn was on a trip to Boston in preparation for my top surgery. When I tore into the caramel pecan deliciousness within the bag, I suddenly could not stop eating the best popcorn I’d ever eaten. There was so much of it and it was so good, I wanted to tell everyone. I offered some to the people around me in the airport, and when I arrived, all of the friends I saw. I had to spread the word: holy shit this popcorn. Can you believe?

I again got my beloved popcorn and had an uneventful flight to NYC. Navigating the MTA to get to my hotel was similarly uneventful, unless you count me huffing and puffing to carry my enormous suitcase up a thousand stairs. (New York: why so many stairs? Do you like punishing people with large bags?) Finally I arrived to my hotel in Chinatown.

Let me tell you about the hotel. The things the hotel room does not have: a mini-fridge, a hair dryer, a coffee maker, comforters on the beds, a second nightstand by the other bed for my sister who’s traveling from Massachusetts. (I took the bed with the nightstand. Elder sibling’s prerogative.) One thing the hotel does have, though, is a sign on the inside of the hotel room door explaining that the hotel is not liable for any stolen objects and we are welcome to purchase padlocks at the front desk for $5.

This hotel is a budget hotel. I would say budget-friendly but considering that I paid $500 plus a $100 security deposit for one of the cheapest hotels I could find, I’d say that almost every hotel is fairly budget-hostile. But, if I may address the hotel: Hotel, if you think someone is going to steal my stuff, the padlocks should be complimentary.

Before meeting up with my Brooklyn-dwelling sister and her boyfriend to see an improv comedy show, I needed to obtain dinner. I also informed my sister, via text, that my hair was going to be a mess and everyone would just have to deal with that, to which she replied, I cannot understate my level of concern!

So dinner. I figure, I’m in Chinatown, I should get some Chinese food. I found a place nearby with promising pictures of food in the windows and headed inside, where I found out no one spoke more than a few words of English. We managed to communicate enough to get across that I was there for dinner, and that I would like some duck. I figured, I have eaten duck before, I have had duck at Chinese restaurants before, I know I will enjoy duck.

I did not enjoy this duck.

Feeling shamefully white, I ate a few bites of the astonishingly red vegetables and duck parts (I’m not sure which parts they were; everything was just shapes in red sauce. There was bone involved, though), then paid and left, leaving a good tip. From there, I went to a diner near the improv show’s venue and ordered a basic bitch turkey club with french fries.

You don’t have to say anything, I’m already embarrassed, okay?

Tonight I will see my sister perform as Inga in Young Frankenstein, though, and for that alone it was worth the 7 1/2-hour journey from my front door to the hotel! See you next week, when I will still not be at home and may have more travel adventures to recount!

This post is not sponsored by Garrett Popcorn. But you should have some anyway, it’s really good, and you have to believe me because no one is paying me to say it.

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theguarding-dark · 1 year ago

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The Reluctant Traveler

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