#he hasn't had a bath in 30 years

[stupidlobstersocks]

So uhm, redesing time

[appleblueberry-pie]

sigh can't stop thinking abt him

you love making him mad. he looks so good when he's kneading the bread with a force you haven't seen from him before. he looks so good with those veins popping out of his head and arms. looks so good gritting his teeth and muttering profanities underneath his breath. you ruined his entiiiiire day.

first, you misplaced his work clothes. had the laundry running in the morning instead of the night, so he had to wait for the dryer to be done with his stuff. that made him about 30 minutes late to work. then you didn't make him breakfast because you overslept and 'forgot'. that way he'd come home hangry and cranky. then you didn't even make him dinner either. and as a man that you've been spoiling for years, he gets upset when he hasn't had his fill of food.

so instead of overspending some more at a random restaurant, he decided to make his own stuff since you wanted to be a hardass.

as he kneaded the bread, he tried not to, but began thinking of the other things that you had done throughout the day. you didn't answer to any of his texts today. you came home late. you didn't even make proper conversation with him to fix all of these problems you caused throughout the day, so he knew that you were purposefully causing trouble then.

and even after all of that, you decided to try and get back on his good side again. kissing his cheek to greet him, asking if he needed help and that you'll run him a bath. he promptly ignored you like you did to him all day and continued roughly kneading the dough before quickly placing it into the bowl to continue making his own meal. you fiddled with your cotton night dress before softly saying you'll just clean up around the house instead.

you didn't. you just laid on the couch and watched him cook.

he didn't even want to eat anymore. he was too pissed and horny. his stomach kept twisting and turning and he didn't even want anything you would cook either. he just wanted to bury his face into your pussy and call it a night.

he wanted to fuck you. he watched himself get hard and let out a shaky sigh, gripping the counter with an inch of his life. he couldn't give into you, not like this. not after what you've been doing all day. but in the back of his head, he knew he'd give in like every other time.

as you've said before, you loved to piss him off. but you'd never tease him. you wanted him to come to you, give into you and chase after you. acting innocent when you really weren't was the most amusing thing you've ever done, in your opinion. and it works on him every time. even if he couldn't see, you watched him with worry on your face and excitement staining your panties.

Kento wanted you so damn bad. he turned and saw you already staring at him and he watched you look away. he promptly turned off the oven that wasn't of use anymore and walked over to you, ordering you to look at him. you sat up and stared up at him, seeing his stone cold face and got (fake and real) nervous.

he roughly grabs your soft and warm face, making you whine in slight discomfort at his sudden actions. you blinked your glossy eyes up at him, not knowing what he'd do and wanted to ask. before you could, he let go and sighed heavily, moving your body to make you lay on your stomach on the couch. you tried to sit up, but he had straddled your legs to make sure you wouldn't move. when you spoke out his name, he threatened to shove his sack into your mouth to busy your mouth with his gold instead of nasty words for once.

you were nearly immobile and wasn't allowed to speak as his wandering hands tore your favorite pair of underwear so he could stick two of his thick fingers into your sopping and aching pussy. a long whine was pulled out of your throat as his fingers slowly thrusted in and out, curling in that special spot as he began your punishment that felt more like a reward than anything. he knew you liked when he was rough, so you didn't know what he'd expect if you didn't cry as much as he'd want you to.....not like you'd say that out loud, though.

his hot mouth kissed and slobbered on your neck while his fingers thrusted faster inside of you, creating that delicious feeling of cramps of so much pleasure that made you attempt to squirm underneath him. you moaned louder at the feeling and Kento groaned as his bulge rubbed against your bare ass cheeks.

you wanted to call out his name, but knew it would serve no purpose unless you wanted him to mock you and call you names. he suddenly pulled out his fingers and sucked what was inside of you off of his own digits. you looked back at him slowly and he grabbed the back of your neck.

"I wonder where you get your attitude from."

You roll your eyes at his statement and look back at him as far as you can turn your restricted head. "only one guy i could get it from." he scowled at your answer. "Little girl,"

you wanted to smile so bad at his answer and considered asking him straight up to put it in. "I didn't teach you to talk to me like that."

"no, you didn't, sir." he leans over you and mutters into your temple, "tell me who's pussy this is." you crane your neck back to try and reach to his lips even though you really can't. "yours, sir." you whisper, heart beating erratically in your chest.

"yeah?" your mind seemed to slip into a headspace the more he asked if you were his. and like clockwork, your mouth fixed to speak the words you both wanted to hear. "ye-" you cut off your own words with a gasp as his cock head stretches your entrance, his warm length filling every part of you like you wished he would since a few days ago. that burning desire to have him in you and fuck you like he hated you that burned into the back of your mind, now resurfaced as he continued pushing inside of you.

you couldn't speak, your mouth remaining agape at the feeling and his hands tightening around your neck and waist. he kept whispering praises to you at his first act of the night which managed a small whimper out of you. he pulls back out slowly, the feeling of him being pulled away too, before he pushes back in. your hands find any part of the couch to grab on, clutching it tightly as you automatically grind back into his hips in hopes for him to reach deeper. he calls you little nicknames when even at your most useless state, you find it in you to take more out of him.

a few minutes pass by, and he's already set at a comfortable fucking speed, a soft clap sounding in the air when you two continue to collide. if he looked close enough, your essence covered the base of his dick and would continue to build there until he decided to stop or it would drip down occasionally.

louder moans were pulled out of you, words not even in your mental dictionary anymore since the only thing you could focus on was him. you couldn't answer any questions and didn't even respond to any of the sly comments he made to make fun of your quick submission. you wanted to feel him, this position on the couch making it hard for you to do so. as if he understood your unintelligible jumble of sounds, he leaned down closer to you, his chest touching your back and his hands reaching around to touch whatever he wanted on your body. he stopped thrusting for a bit for you to catch your breath and you softly panted, your hands finding his own. Kento hummed in appreciation and pecked at your face from behind.

"You ready to talk nice to me again?" You nodded and told him yes. He chuckled at how dream-like your voice had sounded and dug his nose into your hair. "We'll see about that tomorrow morning. Until then....you got until later tonight to prove yourself to me again."

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about select mutism Wade and how fucking freaked out Logan gets about it. Like Wade got home 30 minutes ago and hasn't said a damn word to him. He's walking around all quiet and almost shy?? Avoiding eye contact but staring directly at them when in the same room. As if watching to see if theyll get up and hurt him or some crazy thing like that.

It gets to the point that when he goes to his room, (attempts) to lock the door (hes literally the one who broke it) and just curls up in the corner of the bed with the entire blanket over top of him.

Logan just kinda peeks in all confused, assumes that he's in pain, and asks to see if he can help at all. "Hey... do you want your pills? Or.. a bath? Are you hungry? Want a puke bowl? Or a hot water bottle?" As he goes through the list in his head of what to offer, Wade is silent the entire time.

".....Wade?"

"...."

"Are you asleep already?"

Under the blanket, he can tell that he's shaking his head no.

"... are you alright?"

"...."

"Did something happen?"

"...."

"...Do you want a hug?"

Another shake of the head.

This is what makes Logan worried. The fact that he didn't want held, a bath, or anything. It concerns him to the point he calls Vanessa (for like the billionth time)

If anything, the phone call makes him feel worse as Vanessa tells him how Wade was first like this after the experiments. How he didn't say anyrhing to her for months and if he was doing that again, he should go interogate who ever he was with to find out what triggered such a big step back in his progress.

"Its so fucking weird he just..."

"Stares at you? Yeah. It creeped me out."

"So now what do I do? With him, I mean? He just shakes his head. He dosn't even want me to touch him."

"Oooh... wait... you haven't looked at the calander, have you?"

"That matters?"

"Logan.. It's scout week."

"What?"

"During this time of year the scouts camp out at central park. It's just something they do.. he probably saw them and thought..."

"Oh.."

"Yeaah... Look, im really busy with work, too. So you're on your own. Just try to keep away. Bring him food. Make sure he's drinking something good for him. Once inawhile ask if he wants to do something. He might try to sleep in a closet. Let him. Trying to force him into a bed will be worse but maybe if you put his stuffies on the couch he'll choose there instead." She mutters, someone calling for her in the background, a manager of some type.

"Okay. Got it."

"Oh and logan?"

"What?"

"You got this."

"Heh. Right... wish someone told you that?"

"No duh. Bye."

And so he does, bringing wade a cup of water and a sandwich. It breaks his heart to see him flinch away and burry himself in the corner like this, watching his every step with such wide eyes.

"Hey.. i uh.. I brought you this." He outs the food down and Wade stares at him.

".. do.. do you wanna come watch a cowboy movie with me..?"

He shakes his head, starting to smell even more anxious with how long Logan lingered around the room. His head lowers, his hand staying by the special pillow. The one that had his baby knife under. Seeing him like this made him feel terrible. As of he himself caused it though he knew it wasn't true.

"Right.. uhm. Well... if you want too.. ill be out here. And.. Ill save you a seat. Okay?"

The tinyist nod.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the baby doll in her crib, stepping closer to it only to be able to practically hear his heartbeat quicken.

Stopping, he turns. "Hey, Wade? Do you think... I can take Emily? You know.. erm.. daddy daughter time? Right?" He had said it wrong on purpose, hoping Wade would correct him.

"...."

He only looked as if he really wanted to say something, but didn't dare. He shook his head, getting up and quickly coming to 'rescue' the child, sprinting over to snatch her from the cradle only to flinch away, wide eyed and scared.

Logans chest snaps into a thousand pieces. He didn't know what wade was thinking but he had a goos feeling... did.. he really think he would do that to Evelyn? How badly did he think of him to do such a thing?

"Oh...... alright.. erm. W-well bye then." He said, holding back tears as he left, trying to remember that he couldn't be upset with wade for protecting her. He did the right thing afterall.. he just wish he wouldn't protect her from him.

[nenoname]

Journal 3’s references to Stan

Post-Portal Ford

"How is it that I am back? It turns out that despite my warnings and possibility of global catastrophe, Stanley managed to re-activate the portal and bring me back to my home dimension. While his intentions might have been pure, he was just as careless bringing me back as he was knocking me through in the first place. He destroyed the portal in the process, risked endangering the entire fabric of reality, and even found himself the target of a federal manhunt by the U.S. governement (a logical progression from his days in the principal's office)."

"When I first saw him, I assumed I had once again found myself in an alternate parallel dimension! Gone was the stubborn mullet-haired, frostbitten vagabond who had pushed me into the portal many years earlier, replaced by a wrinkly carnival barker with my father's face, fez, and girdle.

I'd spent the last 30 years contemplating what I might do if I saw Stanley again. Would I even be able to look him in the eye after what he did? Would I apologize for shutting him out of my life?"

"As it turned out, instinct took over and I punched him right in the face. I feel kind of bad about that!

Face- Inherited Dad's nose and Mom's untrustworthy tongue.

Gut- I've spent the last 30 years keeping up an extensive exercise and diet regimen. Stanley... hasn't.

Suit- Dad's suit, which he gave me after graduation. He thought I'd wear it for my wedding. I thought I'd wear it to accept an award. Instead, Stanley has used it to trick tourists and sell key chains."

"Machinery- Operated my portal like a monkey pretending to be a mechanic. Half of the instruments are held together with duct tape.

Yes, despite the extra pounds and wrinkles, Stanley is still the irresponsible, shortcut-loving overgrown child I remember from the past. Most unbelievable: his first thought upon seeing me again was to expect a thank-you - a THANK YOU - after destroying my life!

Even worse, he spent the last 30 years avoiding the law by faking his own death, impersonating me, and scamming the local townsfolks with a moneymaking ruse so absurd it would even make my profit-loving father blush. Once a cheater, always a cheater. And it turns out he's become a fraud for a living. I nearly fainted when I saw what he had done to..."

[THE MYSTERY SHACK] "Unbelievable. Once a haven of scientific study, the cabin I built with my grant money has been transformed by Stanley over the years into a hokey freak show that mocks everything about the study of the paranormal!

Signage- There are legal disclaimers in almost-impossible-to-see fine print painted up and down nearly every entryway. It's a wonder Stanley hasn't been sued yet.:

“Walking around my old lab, I feel like a dead man’s ghost haunting a strange fun house mirror version of his past life, I resolve to take back my home and rebuild the life that Stanley has taken from me.”

“The strangest thing about [Soos] is his utter idolization of my brother Stanley.”

"At least there is some GOOD news: I am a great uncle! (Or "grunkle," as Stanley seems oddly insistent on saying.) Apparently, Sherman Pines's grandkods have been staying with Stanley for the summer. (It's hard to believe the parents would trust these kids with Stanley; they clearly thought he was ME!)"

[Mabel] "Shares the family sweet tooth. Diet seems to consist solely of items with the word ‘gummy’ in them. I will need to discuss nutrition with Stanley.”

[Dipper] “Observations: 1) Constantly sweating. Perhaps he takes after Stanley. (…) 4) Rank odor. Clearly hasn’t bathed recently. Stanley should never be put in charge of children!”

“It is just as I feared; apparently, Stanley’s reckless use of the machine overtaxed it and ripped a tear in the dimensional fabric- the same way an overheated oven might burn a hole in kitchen linoleum.”

“Containment dome- A home for the Rift. Admittedly, I was inspired by the snow globes in Stanley’s gift shop.”

“When I tried to share my burdens with my brother, he knocked me into the portal, separating me from my home for 30 years.”

“Stanley always mocked my love of [DD&MD], and even some of my college friends called it "Girlfriend Repellant.”“

"Well, the harm in showing the [infinity sided die] to Dipper turned out to be quite large. During one of our games, my hotheaded brother got his hands on it and accidentally conjured this jerk.”

“I’m proud to say that the Pines family was able to beat the wizard at his own game. Stan’s contribution was (of course) to cheat our way to victory.”

“Ironically, in the multiverse I’m just as wanted as Stanley! But my crimes had a noble purpose”

“Stan would have loved this place, but it just made me depressed. Although I had a good run in the Gambling Dimension, the dimensional bouncers ended up kicking me out for counting cards! What are the odds?”

“[The Oracle] looked deep into my eyes and said I had the face of the man who was destined to destroy Bill.”

[A Better World] “On this Earth, I was never pushed into the portal by Stan. On this Earth, my brother listened to me and took Journal 1 away from Gravity Falls.”

“I reentered the world of my youth to face a brother I had not seen in 30 years. My frustration was indescribable- once again, my brother’s actions had sabotaged everything I had ever worked toward.”

“To help Dipper understand, I borrowed Stanley’s car, and we drove until we reached the town border of Gravity Falls.”

“I suggested it would be a good time for Stan to take the kids on that road trip he’s been talking about while I puzzle over [the cracked Rift]”

Other sections: Pre-Portal, Post-Weirdmageddon, Lost Journal pages + Ford's letters

[imagineitdearies]

(Sorry for my English) So there was a short period of time when Cazador stopped taking Astarion to him started taking Tyrus. In the final chapters he started taking Astarion once again. Has Tyrus ever felt guilty over this? I know it wasn't his fault I just think it would be so easy to blame yourself.

Hi anon, thanks for the question! A totally valid one, too--for all that he tries to be a very rational person, Tyrus does on occasion blame himself for things he shouldn't throughout Perfect Slaughter. (Warning for a lot of discussion surrounding sexual assault below!)

For instance, Tyrus does feel responsible for the occasion Astarion is taken away, raped and drained in chapter 14, because Tyrus hid a rat for him. Likewise, after Tyrus involves Astarion in an alternate plan for its potential to keep him alive, he feels responsibility and guilt for the terrible punishment and sexual assault Astarion endures in chapter 30.

But when Astarion gets taken by Cazador more often in chapter 35, at that point it only further fuels Tyrus's resolve to complete the perfect slaughter and die to save him, as it cements his fears about Astarion's miserable existence if Tyrus took the 'deal' Cazador offered to spare them both. Beyond that, he doesn't consider the idea that Cazador's attention on him could have shielded Astarion--he hasn't learned to have that mindset about his body. Plus, it's not like Cazador wasn't on occasion assaulting Astarion during this time anyway.

Astarion on the other hand? I go into this briefly in my Astarion POV of ch30 drabble, but he definitely blames himself for teaching Tyrus how to kiss and enjoy intimacy, believing it made Tyrus more of a target for Cazador's attention and caused the sexual assault in chapter 19 (though it for sure would have happened anyway).

In Astarion's one-on-one interactions with Cazador, I imagined Cazador enjoyed bringing up Tyrus just to see how often and how badly Astarion would compromise himself at the threat of Tyrus getting hurt, especially from the events of the tomb (chapter 15) and on. It's not unlike what Cazador threatens in reverse to Tyrus in chapter 21, save a much bigger extreme, as it's been a long time since Astarion resisted something so nonthreatening (in comparison to much worse horrors) as giving Cazador a blowjob.

Slightly unrelated, but people have noted Astarion's slightly different reactions to Cazador's assault of Tyrus in chapter 19 vs. chapter 32 so I thought it'd be relevant to talk about here--Astarion's guilt associated with kissing Tyrus and 'warming him up' for Cazador (as Cazador would put it) is combined with a sense of inevitability over Cazador doing such a thing at least once to (most of) his spawn. Plus his worry over scaring Tyrus with rage when he's clearly in such a fragile state, and their relationship not being quite that established, definitely culls Astarion's rage.

In contrast, by the time he finds Tyrus in the wake of another sexual assault years later, entirely dissociated in the corner of their bath chamber, Astarion had had a false sense of security based on Cazador's 'bad review' of Tyrus from the first time (he basically had told Astarion that Tyrus was a bad lay, and Astarion could hardly contain his relief). Astarion thought it was a one-and-done sort of thing, especially since Cazador acts more interested in seeing the two of them (what a creep) in chapter 22 then truly forcing Tyrus himself. From then on, Astarion believed he had successfully contained Cazador's sexual abuse to his own body and could shield Tyrus. So with the combination of shock, less guilt, more established trust between him and Tyrus, seeing just how badly Tyrus is handling it this time, and feeling an extra outrage at Cazador for going to Tyrus even though the bastard had said he doesn't even like hurting Tyrus this way . . . well, Astarion gets very, very angry in that scene, even if he still tries to contain it for Tyrus's sake.

Alright, that's probably enough blabbering on from me! Thanks again for the question anon 🩵

[noroi1000]

could a request of the i don't love him but i want him be accepted ? where reader is basically kidnapped by a powerful ( yet weaker ) rival of the gojo family,so we get to see overprotective gojo(he's always protective of her not in that insecure guy way though lol) for that while where he does anything to rescue n protect his wife ? ( badass n feral doing anything for love gojo ? hell yea )

I don't love him but I want to be with him 5

warnings: guns wounds, death

words: 2.1k

"Er… What's your name?"

"…I'm your cousin, Satoru!"

"Yeah… But… Again, how have you been?"

You felt the gun at your temple pressed tighter against your skull.

You didn't mind that you might die soon.

You only feel sorry for your children who are sitting at home with Toge, Yuji and Nobara unaware of anything. To protect them.

You want to see them, so you'll never forgive Satoru if you die now.

You'll never forgive him after you die.

You will not leave your children voluntarily.

They are the most important thing to you. Your family is the most important thing to you.

"I can't remember your name… Is your surname Gojo?" Satoru asked, looking at him.

"I am your father's sister's son!" He shouted, gripping your body in anger.

"Have we ever met?"

"We are Family!"

Satoru was stalling…

Your husband always has a plan for everything…

"Here. Way to go! You won!" Satoru said as he played Monopoly with his sons.

Who would have thought that a mafia boss who sees such sums of money on a daily basis as in this game loses to small children.

He was the first to go bankrupt.

You guessed it was because every time one of your sons stopped in a field he bought, he didn't even tell them to pay him.

Plus, when they wanted to buy something, he paid for it.

You wondered if he even knew the rules of this game well…

But well, he often spoiled his children with gifts. So he also spent in-game money for them.

It was nice for you to watch them play.

The laughter of your children and your husband.

Their smiles.

You were sitting next to him on the couch, staring at the board. And how Satoru had less and less money until he finally lost.

"So what do you want to play now?" he asked as he picked up pieces from the board.

"Hide and Seek!" one of your sons said.

"Sorry, Yuko, but let's pick something from board games, shall we?" said the white-haired one.

He was good with children…

Which of course surprised you a bit because he is young. He's not even 30 years old. But he does a good job as a father.

Even though at the very beginning, when Yuko and Yasuo were babies, he was very insecure and afraid to take them in his arms.

They were so tiny, and he felt insecure about picking them up.

His hands had never held a tiny baby.

He held the gun, he held the bloody blade, he held the collar of a beaten man. He even held a corpse.

But he never held a new life.

There had never been anything so delicate and tiny in his hands before.

He's never seen something he created with someone else.

He had never seen the little baby he had created with another person.

It was the first time he had touched a baby.

And that first time made him able to hold small children.

He helped you feed them, change their diapers, even bathe them.

You can't say otherwise because he also helped you hold them while you were still breastfeeding them.

So what if that pervert's plan was to stare at your tits with impunity.

He could hold the baby and watch…

But you didn't blame him.

He always helped you.

So now when you look at him spending time with his kids, you don't regret anything.

You know that the ruthless mafia boss, who had blood on his hands more than once, found happiness in his family.

You know he hasn't changed as a mob boss. But others may think otherwise.

He just changed as an individual.

Even though he was always good and kind.

Probably he found his inner happiness and love.

He loved his family.

All this made others think that he had become weak…

That he has weaknesses he shouldn't have.

That he is no longer ruthless. That he can't do what he used to do.

That's not true.

He's the same boss he's always been. However, he is husband for you.

  

You knew something would happen someday.

That someday your happiness will suffer.

And your happiness is your family.

Sitting on the floor with your hands tied behind your back, you just wondered why the man standing in front of you had white hair and was tall.

However, his eyes were a different color. They weren't as beautiful as your husband's eyes.

And his hair was different too. They weren't snow white. His hair was a very light brown tint. It made his hair a cream color.

And his eyes were brown. Completely different from your Satoru…

"Who are you?" You grunted looking at him.

Even though your head hurt, you could still glare at him with fury.

"Come on. We're family." He said and turned to you. "It's good you're awake. I didn't want you to faint for long. But you know, it's dangerous to walk around the city alone knowing you're married to the head of the most powerful mafia in Japan."

He crouched next to you.

"I don't know you…" you growled.

"Satoru probably didn't tell you about having another cousin, did he?"

"You–."

"Don't talk much. It has that thing that makes you weak when you wake up." He laughed.

"What do you want?"

"Just take it all for good. My cousin has become weak. All because he has a family now… You weaken him, his children protect him. Don't you think he's not the same boss he was before? His power has diminished. All because he wanted to be a good husband and father…"

"Fuck off…"

"Same as Satoru… I just want to make sure that my family's mafia doesn't fall down in rank because of this asshole. So either he gives me the boss or you and his kids die."

Suddenly you saw him pull out your phone and dial your husband's number.

"(y/n)? Where are you, the boys started to cry that you're not home for a long time."

You heard his voice coming from the phone.

"Satoru…" You grunted but were silenced.

"(y/n)?"

"Let's start politely, and I'll tell you everything right away. Give me the leadership of the entire family mafia and nothing will happen to your family."

"Who are you?"

"Don't you recognize my voice, Satoru?"

"Not very."

"You little…"

"Let's talk differently. Let my wife out and your ass won't hurt that much."

"Oh? Can you threaten? And could you say the same to your family?" he laughed. "Come on. Just admit that you couldn't hurt or sacrifice anyone in your family… Admit that you've gone soft. That you have become weak."

Suddenly he disconnected.

"If I find you, you'll regret it. If I find my wife, you will feel the pain."

You heard screams, noises and bangs all over the building while you were sitting on the floor that same day and your hands were tied.

This position has already started to tire you because your wrists are already sore from the rope.

"Oh? Something wrong? Did I tie it too tight?"

You looked over at the man. You wanted so badly to spit in his face. Let him know his place.

As a trash…

"Hang on a little longer. I think he'll be here soon-"

Suddenly the door burst open with a bang.

You saw the smile of the man as he reached for the collar of your clothes and pulled you closer to him.

"Shut up bitch." he said as he pulled a gun from his waistband.

You saw people come in and you recognized them all immediately.

Your friends.

Each of them had a gun ready to fire.

He, your husband, came out between them.

In a white shirt. The gun visible in the waistband of his pants.

The thin black glasses on his nose were lowered as he studied you and the guy behind you.

You felt no fear from him. He wasn't afraid of anything.

"(y/n)?" He grunted at you.

It was a question of are you okay.

"Satoru–" you groaned, but you were interrupted by the gun that was pressed against your head.

"We finally see each other. After all these years… I knew you were doing well. However…"

Satoru interrupted him.

"However, have I become weak and soft? Don't make me laugh." He snorted with obvious dignity and superiority.

"Just give me control of our family mafia. You can no longer rule. Your father made a mistake giving it to you instead of me. And as his nephew, I always had the right to…" he snapped. "Give it to me and I'll let your wife go. Resist, and she, like you and your children, will die."

"Do you have any other people? As far as I know, we've already killed everyone who was in the building."

"I will always be in a winning position. You would never hurt someone you love…"

"Er…what's your name?" he asked suddenly.

"…I'm your cousin, Satoru!"

"Yeah… But… Again, how have you been?"

You felt the gun at your temple pressed tighter against your skull.

You didn't mind that you might die soon.

You only feel sorry for your children who are sitting at home with Toge, Yuji and Nobara unaware of anything. To protect them.

You want to see them, so you'll never forgive Satoru if you die now.

You'll never forgive him after you die.

You will not leave your children voluntarily.

They are the most important thing to you. Your family is the most important thing to you.

"I can't remember your name… Is your surname Gojo?" Satoru asked, looking at him.

"I am your father's sister's son!" He shouted, gripping your body in anger.

"Have we ever met?"

"We are Family!"

Satoru was stalling…

Your husband always has a plan for everything…

"We may be family, but I don't remember you…"

During their conversation, you saw Megumi's lips move.

And suddenly you heard a loud shot behind you.

This caused the gun to fall out of your kidnapper's hand.

"Just shoot, Dad…" Megumi murmured softly into the small earpiece in his ear.

"I'm not supposed to kill, am I?" Toji replied.

"Don't do it yet."

"Megumi, but you know I would love to kill someone from the Gojo family. If that white-haired jerk didn't pay me to murder, I'd gladly kill him too."

"Don't wait and don't talk. Do it now…"

Drops of blood fell to the floor from the wound in his arm.

You pulled away quickly and ran over to Satoru, standing up.

His hands were placed on your cheeks as he looked all over you. Defining your condition.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he took the knife from Geto and cut the rope around your wrists.

You nodded your head and hugged him quickly.

"I told you…" said his relative weaker. He had his hand on the bullet-pierced shoulder. "You are weak and soft. You only care about your family… And you should care about your power and image… You've become–."

Bang

You heard it very loud next to your head.

As you turned around, you saw the man's eyes widened as the bullet pierced his thigh.

Then another shot. Second leg pierced.

You looked at your husband's hand holding the gun.

He gently pushed you away, standing in front of you.

When he saw him trying to grab his gun, Gojo fired another bullet. Fitting perfectly in the middle of his hand. Making him cry out in pain.

Satoru was known for that when he was holding a gun, he never missed. He always hit the target. His perfect eyesight made it possible.

He did everything as fast as few people. He noticed everything even faster. Hence his nickname as a member of the Mafia. "six eyes".

"Say something else…" he said stepping closer.

He pulled the trigger again. Shooting the other arm of the man.

He kicked his chest, and placed his boot on his sternum, pressing down.

"Say something else. So that I can put a few more bullets into you with even more pleasure."

"You fucking bastard…"

"I'm only nice to my family. If I don't consider you a member of this, you're just shit getting in my way. If it was me, you'd get one bullet in the head. But you took her. You wanted to take my children from me. Hols in the body for my one son. Second ones for second. And a bullet in your head, for my wife. I guess that's fair, isn't it?"

"You –"

"Oh yeah…" he smiled suddenly. "I am a ruthless madman. I don't care about your life."

The gun was aimed at his head.

The mad smile widened.

"And whoever threatens my family that I love will never see anything but darkness again."

Bang

"My family is what I care most about… I would never forgive myself if I lost them. I will not lose my closest and dearest people. I won't let anyone take that happiness away from us."

[silusvesuius]

i trust ur opinions the most out of any skaighrhim fan i know of, you just never miss

i wanna know your sexuality headcanons

exactly.. speak! i truly never miss; but thank you 🤗💗💛 here i go precursor i think most skajrimlian males hate women so that will be explaining most thoughts here so just put a pin in that OK?

no asteriks in this post because it looks annoying 2 me ; brace yourselves

ulfric is definitely gay but only with relation to galmar (mutualism), he hasn't really ever liked anyone since enough to pursue. he is also gay only because he detests women and finds them disgusting after spending some time with elenwen in the torture dungeons, the events shuffling his neurons. same as ulfric, galmar is also light in the loafers, except out of choice. i just don't think he'd find the same 'excitement' in women. he sticks with ulfric atm because 1. of duty and 2. he's very much obsessed with the security ulfric's mental illness and need for reassurance brings him. He just makes him feel good! and ulfric's not even necessarily trying to. iykyk rikke is straight only cause she hasn't had the chance to experiment (always surrounded by men). she likes a responsible manly man. currently likes tullius and is failing at life Hard bc of it. probably used to like ulfric and/or galmar back when they were bffs but never got to join their men-only pond bathing sessions tullius is bis😁exual! and it drives him nuts, cause he's not allowing himself to get into male-on-male action fully. imagine that paired with his blossoming altmer fetish. it's a hard life to live let me tell U that ....... likes women when they're interesting enough and is more 'attracted' to men. he's more likely to Like an altmer woman. for men it's just a bonus. a big bonus. if he's an altmer. elenwen My daisy flower rose petal Goddess is straight but also i think she's above having a sexuality. i think she likes others based on how interesting she thinks they are, similar to tullius. don't waste her time elisif is bisexual but not in a way she's ready to comprehend with her frail mind (concussion after ulfric's shout that evaporated her boo boo hubby into slop also threw her against a wall), she just kinda searches for literal crumbs of Anything from anyone, will start liking someone if they're nice to her in many ways. bonus if you see her as a snelf like me: she tends to fall for th*lmor very easily cus she sees them often and likes being in their presence due to feeling some sort of familial elf-tie with them (tired of being around humans all the time) hmmmm.... these are most important so i'll talk about anyone else under the cut

fasendil my cuteums is the straightest man(mer) aliiive i think it's cus of the empire's influence. as i mentioned before tullius would have an eye on him but fasendil would swiftly reject him and lose any respect for him completely. he and rikke would be cute and have a very lukewarm Milk boiled water unsalted soup relationship, saying this nicely, i like them talvas my sweety ugly butterfly Apple fairy (sorry i didn't mean to call you that) is gay but he's not registering that information yet in 'canon' events; he's not really interested in love and isn't seeking it out. can't you see he's preoccupied.. with learning.. unlike you lowlifes.! probably never been attracted to a girl, doesn't think about them. he feels happier when praised by men, too. neloth is .... it's hard to tell tbh, but first and foremost i'd say he likes them YYYYOUNG (around 20-30 in human years) and prefers guys over women, just cus he thinks women are harder to deal with, annoying and r fussier. he probably isn't a fan of the usual affection that comes from women, makes him cringe really hard. prefers more of a hesitant type. why not say smth about this bozo: morgul is defffo gay. Bruh you left orc society to hang with ugly twink elves in some ashy stranded island?? 😂😂 bye maybe slitter lets him hit sometimes (is the pay that good?) lleril is an interesting case to me actually, i just remembered when i was reading up on adril it was mentioned he doesn't sleep in the same bed as his wife and it made me laugh really loud; Wow........ explains it all rly. lleril probably thinks nobody can tell he's gay even tho everyone.....can.......... and adril is literally walking around that dinky town doing backflips for him so.. Hm ancano is gay and likes the younger impressionable ones because nobody cares about his ugly ass ever. those always tend to be altmer, or just thalmor subordinates savos is also a blooming pansy with No experience. i think he's pretty good at making his feelings not known (and generally tends to not interact with a bunch of people) so yeah....... nothing LMFAOO this is why he needs some talvas twink action stat i think i ran out of thoughts for now but if anything else comes 2 mind i'll add it later😝

[bluegekk0]

Based on the last ask, how did the reunion go with PK, Holly and Hornet?

overall i'd say it went well, though with hornet in particular it wasn't as warm. but i'll go into more detail under the cut. expect a very long ramble hahah

i'll start with hornet cause she chronologically reunited with fpk first. at that point she more or less settled down in dirtmouth to look after holly - they were able to recover some strength after grimm took care of them, and moved into one of the bigger dirtmouth houses, so she decided to move in with them to keep them company and make sure they get back to health

one day zote returned to dirtmouth visibly shook (he tried to act brave, but it didn't take long for hornet to notice) and told her of a strange white beast he found in greenpath. he spoke of its large crown and how it ripped a tiktik apart in front of his eyes. hornet didn't think too much about it, it was zote, he probably just saw an overgrown tiktik and made up everything else. but the part about the large, white crown stuck with her. it was over 30 years since she last saw her father, and while she never quite moved on, she assumed he was dead or left hallownest altogether. but could that be him? she doubted it, but it wouldn't hurt to check, so she packed her hunting gear and went on a trip to greenpath

it took her a while to track the beast down, and soon enough she found a blood trail that led her right into the creature. or, as she quickly found out, her own father. she instinctively raised her needle when she saw his face - his eyes were wide open and predator-like, and tiktik blood was dripping from his mouth. for a split second she expected him to leap at her, but his gaze softened. he moved away from the dead tiktik and got up on his feet. a few seconds of silence passed before he spoke, and his first words were an apology. for disappearing without a trace, for making her see him in this pathetic state, and for everything else he could think of. she reluctantly lowered her needle, and she could see relief in his eyes. there were many things she wanted to say to him at that moment, so much built up anger, she felt like she was going to explode any second, but she took a deep breath and simply told him to follow her

she decided to take him to dirtmouth, but her feelings on the matter were very complicated. part of it was out of pity - he did look miserable, there was dirt on his cloak and his legs, smudged blood on his mouth, and a worn-out bloody cloth on his forehead. and, she had to admit, he didn't smell particularly pleasant. it was clear he avoided any kind of civilization, not just because she hasn't found him until now, but he clearly had no chance to shower and take care of himself. at the very least, she wanted him to take a thorough bath before she spoke to him for more than a few minutes

but it wasn't just pity. she soon realized just how much she missed him. she was angry at him, yes, he did disappear without a word when she hasn't even reached adulthood yet. she had many reasons to be mad. but there was a part of her, a tiny part she thought she buried years ago, that wanted to run to him and hug him. she was happy to see him, he was her father, her dad, her family. but the barrier she built over the years was too strong, and kept her for expressing how she felt. and it would do so for a long, long time after their first meeting

when they reached dirtmouth, she pointed him towards the nearest shower (as a side note, i do think dirtmouth had running water, though it most certainly wasn't in the best state haha) and then waited for him in front of her and holly's house. when fpk returned, all cleaned up and looking a bit more like she remembered him, she told him to follow her inside. and that's where he saw holly

the entire time he assumed they were dead. he visited the temple once, but was too afraid of entering it in fear of what he would find there, so he backed out like a coward. and even if they were still alive, they most certainly hated his guts, so it was better for them if they never had to see his face again. but here they were, staring right at him, motionless. he prepared himself for the worst, they had all the right to beat him, and he wouldn't blame them if they decided to kill him. but nothing like that happened, instead they walked towards him and put their hand on his shoulder. their left hand, as he quickly noticed that the other one was missing. they tilted their head and made a quiet rumbling noise, one that could only be registered by a sensitive ear like his. he couldn't believe it, he couldn't comprehend the fact that they welcomed him like this. but he took it as a sign that they gave him a second chance, and he knew for a fact that he wouldn't waste it this time

i mentioned before that holly embraced him during their reunion, but after some thinking, i prefer the idea that it took them some time to actually hug him for the first time. not because they resented him, they held too much respect and love for him. in fact, that was precisely the reason why they hesitated. all those years he avoided any affection towards them, and while he did occasionally slip, they weren't sure if they were allowed to do return it. he was the king, they were his pure vessel, they weren't meant to be loved. but after their reunion, he actually began treating them like his child, just as they always wanted. and they slowly became more and more confident in showing affection. he was a lot more open and vulnerable, and although his words shattered their perfect image of him, they also brought them much closer. he wasn't an ideal being that could do no wrong like they saw him before. he was just like any other bug, he made mistakes. and that just made him much more approachable

also, i don't think fpk came up with "holly" as their new name during their reunion. and that fact made it a bit more awkward, since he wasn't sure how to refer to them. "pure vessel" was out of the question, it made them seem like an object and not his child. "hollow", as hornet called them thus far, also rubbed him the wrong way. they weren't hollow, they were clearly a person with thoughts and feelings. the idea to call them "holly" came a bit later, and when he suggested it, they absolutely loved it

during that whole time, hornet didn't say much. she kept to the side, still unsure how to go about speaking to him. they only really talked for the first time after fpk already reunited with grimm. and unfortunately, it wasn't exactly pleasant. he tried to apologize to her again, and this time she wasn't able to hold her anger. she lashed out at him, yelling out all of her frustrations, and then walked out of the room, leaving him visibly shaken. it took them a long time to actually have a heartfelt conversation that didn't end in shouting. many times he attempted to talk to her, only for her to get upset and raise her voice

at some point, she even told him that it would be easier for her if he actually died. she didn't mean it the way it sounded, what she tried to say was that if he died, then at least she would have a chance to move on like she did with herrah, but the fact that she had no idea what happened to him was like a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. for fpk, it was a painful punch in the gut, but he agreed with her. she was right, he should've died, it would be better for everyone. i think that moment in particular was what made her realize that she was taking things way too far and how her words may have affected others. he was clearly hurting, and he needed help. she didn't even want to think of what he could've done as a result of this conversation. thankfully nothing like that happened, but she still decided to work on controlling her anger, and even reluctantly approached grimm to ask him for advice, since he was very good at controlling his emotions

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i know i went a bit overboard with all of this, and most of it isn't what your question was about. hornet and fpk's relationship in particular is one i'm very invested in and put a lot of thought into. i think they're the best example of what my goal with this au is - to bring together characters who have gone through many obstacles, and show them that there's still hope and love to be found, and that their wounds can heal if they stick together. cliche, i know, but personally i really need those kinds of uplifting stories. and i really hope that the au can bring a similar sense of comfort to other people who feel the same way. things are overwhelming, sometimes it feels like there is no hope left, but it does get better. that's what i'm trying to remind myself, and so i project all of that onto my au and its characters

[dandelion-jester]

Feeling crazy about my OCs, might just introduce them all but badly! Let's go!

Sepulcrave: Narrator of Legend of the Rat Bastards, wet rat necromancer man who never bathes, I hate him, I love him, I want to put him in a jar and shake him, hated his BFF for ten years then forgave him on sight the second they refound each other, has pickled a corpse in a barrel of spirits and didn't tell his husband for five years.

Max Duarte: DnD character, bratty nonbinary tiefling warlock, wants to not care but cares so much, riddled with self-hatred but also has a god complex, monsterfucker, found out they had a baby brother and immediately kidnapped him for twelve hours.

Eliza Farthing: Genderfluid Victorian actor who thought she was a literal fairy for almost 30 years, will tempt fate and the police, hates her brother but will go to court for him, will fight anyone, would rather die than be normal.

Alexander Farthing: Most normal man in the world, took the homophobe-to-gay-man pipeline, found out he was a fairy and hasn't recovered since, has punched a policeman and would do it again.

Arthur Watt: 35 going on 76, most normal fairy you have ever met (including Alexander), has a lapdog called Lancelot, spent years creating a normal life only to throw it away the second he saw a pretty man in need, world record for most anxiety.

Lord Kemilius: Literal Satyr, runs a circus, assigned dad but not good at it, done with everyone's shit, 80% top hat and mutton-chops, would like to be personally responsible for the death of P. T. Barnum.

Turik: Small trans royalist, can turn into a kestrel, has two people he actually wants to talk to, please tell him what to do, friendly to literally everyone, somehow The king thought getting him to assassinate someone was a good idea, secretly a very good liar.

Adramal: Used to turn into a magpie before the horrors, missing a leg due to the horrors, extremely gay, wants to overthrow the monarchy, accidentally got unofficially adopted by a woman he can't stand, got bored, overthought and tried to start a coup.

Lady Constancia: She's serving evil stepmother, deserves a gun but gets a crossbow, all she wanted to do was shoot birds now she's trying to overthrow the government, her adopted son has a royalist boyfriend and she hates it, gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

[theladyofbloodshed]

Hi. I really admire your writng and love all your fic very much. Really,as a reader i cant wrap my head around how incredible your writing are. But as a fellow writer, it got me thinking how you balance your day working-personal life-reading-writing. I just enter corporate life and it was exhausting. How do you manage your time to write and is it hard for you to keep your interest in writing while working?

Thank youu and no, i think your chrismast deco look very beautiful. If I visit your house i would love staying around the tree with a dim light and a warm tea.

Thank you so much for the message. That's incredibly kind of you. You are welcome for a cup of tea any time!

I will break down my day under the read more.

05:40 - partner wakes up for work (waking me up) 06:10 - partner leaves for work and I get up 07:00 - in the car to work 07:30 - at work. I don't get paid until 08:30 but I literally would not be ready for the kids if I came in at that time, plus I'm already awake (and definitely a morning person). I'm usually alone in the class until around that time so I tend to have an audiobook on while I'm getting the class ready. I teach in a different classroom every single day, so I have to be organised. 16:00 - finish work 16:30 - home for a cup of tea and usually go on social media/write 18:00 - cook dinner which usually takes about an hour After that, I either spend time with my partner, read, or write. The only day I haven't written something was when I had to be at work until nearly 9pm for a halloween party, but generally, I write every single day. I will be honest in that I don't really have a social life. I've only really got one friend and she lives 60 miles away. I cancelled my gym membership because I hate going after work in winter and I've been so ill for the last couple of months that it was a waste of money. At the weekends, my partner and I might go to a coffee shop or a walk, but most of the time I am writing. It's nothing I have to force. I look forward to writing every single day. If I found it a chore, I wouldn't do it. Sometimes, I am super tired from work too and have a low output, but in those times I'll lay on the bed or take a bath with some music on and still be imagining scenarios. If you are exhausted, don't push it. If I've imagined a scene enough then I know exactly how it will play out to make the writing easier. My brain almost thinks in a writer mode now, like instead of seeing the scene, I'll also be narrating it.

I am constantly thinking about my writing. When I drive, I am imagining scenarios/dialogue. If I go for a walk alone, my headphones are on to dissociate and imagine. For me, it's all consuming. Weirdly, none of my new colleagues know I have any books and I've just mentioned it in passing to my family because we're not close and they don't really care. Even my partner has no clue about character names or anything because he hasn't read them. It's got to the point where I have RSI in my hand from typing so much. Today, I've written about 5000 words and have written 100k words for a single book since October.

It is hard for me to switch off sometimes. I do wonder if I have some sort of ADHD because I have to be doing something at all times. When I'm at work for my planning time, I'm usually doing all 8 jobs on my to do list at the same time, like this page is loading so I'll start this email then go back to that lesson plan then reply to that other person. I cannot just sit and watch tv, I either have to be sewing, or writing by hand, or typing. The only time I do nothing is when I sleep lmao. I've always been that way though.

In terms of reading, I've really struggled this year. Most books have been 2/3 star reads for me - which is really unlike me. I'm usually super generous with 5 stars. I've had to force myself to sit and read a lot because I'll just scroll on my phone otherwise when I'm bored.

I wish I had kids, but I don't, and thankfully my partner also cooks and cleans so if its his turn to cook, I can carry on writing. Sometimes it has caused arguments so I try to make a conscious effort to put my laptop down and spend quality time together. Writing is just everything to me. I love it. It's all I ever want to do. But, I'm also not a night person, so my laptop is usually off before 9pm and I'm asleep by half past 9 nearly every night ha.

[princessasmosprincess]

Lisette Beaufort

I wanted to introduce my OC Lisette. She pops up a couple of times in Charmed, I'm Sure as a side character. The first picture is from 1909 (I did my best) and the second is modern times.

Lisette is a witch and a former high society socialite and heiress. She originally summoned Kallios to help her get out of her engagement to her fiancé whom she didn’t love (he sucked, he only wanted her for her money and how many babies she could give him). She refused to give Kallios her soul in return for their pact, leaving him to figure out some other sort of payment. Along the way she and Kallios fell in love, and she married him and moved to the Devildom where she was able to pursue her dream as a fashion designer. She currently owns and runs Majolish and Devil Style magazine, and has done so for the past 100 years. She's a partier and is good friends with Asmo and Mammon (Mams says she's the only witch he can tolerate, probably because she pays him and not the other way around). She’s not exactly immortal, but her skill in magic combined with her bond with Kallios froze her at the age of 30 and extended her life. She is gifted in divination (mostly through tarot) and she receives prophetic dreams but she can’t control what she sees or when they happen. Kallios's death devastated her and she was only able to get through it because of her dear friends, she cherishes each and every one deeply but she hasn't ever loved anyone else the way she did Kallios.

For her character design I wanted her to be almost "perfect" but just off. She's slim and tall, and always fits the fashionable silhouette. But her hair is light, which wasn't the popular hair color when she was younger, and she has unique amber eyes some might find off putting.

I answered some Get to Know My OC questions too:

1. She likes champagne and overly sweet, fruity cocktails. For non alcoholic drinks, Coca Cola is very nostalgic to her, something that hasn’t changed that much in all the years she’s been alive. She also likes tea.

2. Favorite flavor: Sweet, mostly.

3. Favorite food: She likes food in general so she doesn’t have one set favorite but if you asked her she’d probably say chocolate ice cream.

4. Dinner is her favorite because it’s the best time to dine with her beloved and friends, and after dinner comes dessert.

5. Once again, she’s not too picky about food but she doesn’t like meat that’s too bloody or fish that’s overcooked or too fishy.

6. At first she had difficulty tolerating spicy foods but living in the Devildom for over 100 years has raised her tolerance.

7. Favorite animal: Birds, specifically parrots. Kallios gifted her a hell cockatoo that she named Adonis.

8. She wears a nightgown to bed, usually something silky.

9. She sleeps on her back but sometimes she’ll sleep on her side, clutching a pillow (she really misses sleeping next to Kallios).

10. She’s more of a night owl because she loves to party but once she’s woken up in the morning she becomes alert rather quickly.

11. She’s usually an average sleeper, but on nights she gets prophetic dreams, she sleeps heavy.

12. She likes to sew on rainy days, there’s just something so cozy about the sound of the rain mixed with the clicking of the sewing machine.

13. She loves the smell of white florals and vanilla, also fresh herbs

14. What does she smell like: In the past she would have worn Jicky by Guerlain. Now she still keeps it very classic, she wears Chanel No. 5.

15. If she had the time she would take a leisurely bath every day.

16. Her cooking skills are pretty decent. Not gourmet but she can follow a recipe. She loved cooking together with her husband, it was quality time for them.

17. She loves fall, the weather is perfect.

18. Halloween, but she also loves Jill’s day because that was the first time she visited the Devildom.

19. She prefers making gifts for her loved ones. Usually it’s in the form of clothing she designed just for them, with love in every stitch.

20. She’s 5’7/170 cm

[thessalian]

Thess vs Recharging

I have not had sufficient time to recharge and recover from the weeks of overtime. I was hoping to have a nice quiet steady week before the run-up to MCM Comic Con, but that apparently was not to be. Then again, it's kind of in a good cause, because my stepfather is finally sorting out some of the heating nonsense in the flat.

See, my parentals paying the electricity bill on this flat...

(Side note: my stepfather originally said that it wouldn't make any sense to transfer the bills until I was living here permanently, especially since it was only going to be for a short time. It has been two and a half years. So while I do try to mitigate my electricity usage somewhat so I'm not abusing this good fortune, I figure having to live in a flat where only half of everything works deserves some compensation. Also my mother must be pissed; the second flat is supposed to be an investment property and she can't put it up for rent until both flats are renovated, so my stepfather's procrastination is kind of negatively affecting the family income. But again, that's kind of her problem.)

Anyway. I only explain that my parentals pay the electricity bill on this flat because the fact that he changed the energy tariff that this flat was originally using was nothing to do with me. This is important to note because, for the last two years or so since he changed the tariff, certain things in the house haven't been working. Basically there are two circuits in the house. One's day-to-day usage stuff - computer, TV, microwave, stuff like that. The other's core usage, generally less expensive, and mostly has to do with the boiler and the storage heaters. It's the boiler-and-storage-heater circuit that hasn't been working for two years. Now, my stepfather has been chasing the energy company to figure out whether it's their fault that this happened (spoiler - after two fucking years, he found out that yes, this particular tariff moved all the energy output onto one circuit and shut off the one that the boiler etc are on, and no, I don't know why, because my stepfather has only now just started explaining this shit to me), but he hasn't done a whole lot to fix the problem. He only really grasped the implications of the problem during last winter's cold snap, when I was bundled up in multiple layers of clothing with one electric space heater going only when I just couldn't take it anymore, just because of how obscene the energy prices were getting. And to be honest, I think he's only doing something about it now because my friend from France is coming to stay with me while we both go to MCM Comic Con next weekend. Because, like, his stepdaughter can suffer with freezing rooms and having to switch on the day boost for two hours to get a decent bath but gods forbid a total stranger to him be inconvenienced.

Long story short: my stepfather's been in and out of the flat on and off at random throughout the week, because he's installing energy-efficient electric heaters into the rooms that really need them (specifically the sitting room and the study; I have enough duvet to cope when I'm in the bedroom) and hooking them up to the one operational circuit. On Sunday, he will be hooking the boiler to the operational circuit. So I will have proper hot water all the time instead of having to switch on the day boost for two hours. And then I get to spend 4-5 days figuring out exactly how to get the temperature to my liking because for two years I have been switching on the day boost for 1.5-2 hours, then just turning on the hot water and leaving it until the tub's about full, because the hot water goes cold fast and that makes the bathwater not be scalding.

My problem is how he does it. My stepfather is of a certain generation and a certain mindset and "popping by with very little notice" is a thing he's fine with. And since he's fine with it, apparently so should everyone else be. So last weekend was him calling up at 11:30 on Saturday morning going, "I'm just going to pop by this afternoon to bring in these heaters; is that okay?" The "Is that okay?" is really more of an afterthought for him, honestly; the tone is "Of course it is; why wouldn't it be?" when I'm just going, "I am trying to recharge and recover and now I have you in my personal space using power tools with no notice?!?" I want time to prepare my headspace for someone being in my personal space, damnit! (And never mind that he had to shut off the power to the sockets so I couldn't sit watching TV or playing video games for most of that time.) He was late on Sunday - he said 2pm; turned up at half-three. Then came in on Tuesday while I was working - "I shouldn't disturb you", he says, just before taking a fucking power drill to the shared wall between the living room and the study where I was working, causing said wall to vibrate. At least I talked him out of coming in today, but that's because I'm going to get my Covid booster in a couple of hours and I'm honestly preparing to feel like crap for the rest of the day.

I cannot recharge with people in my personal space. And if he's changing the circuit, I'm probably going to be denied power again tomorrow. So the schedule for the next week or so is as follows:

Today - Covid booster; maybe pick up a few essentials; make up at least some relaxation time

Tomorrow - Stepfather working on the flat; D&D Sunday

Monday - Stepfather probably coming back to work on the flat because He Be Like That

Tuesday-Wednesday - Work, with added 'bonus' of Teams meeting with Scruffman because apparently we're moving offices next month and I should probably make an appearance at the office to clear my desk

Thursday - Marion's arrival, Being Hostess begins

Friday-Sunday - MCM Comic Con

Monday - Seeing Marion off; the start of nearby neighbour getting their flat renovated (which will apparently get loud on at least one day, so fuck my life completely)

Tuesday - One day to relax, hindered by neighbour's renovations

Wednesday onward - Back to work

Now, I do have to book the rest of my time off by the end of October but I've been having to hold off on that because Scruffman still hasn't approved my leave dates over Christmas. He's approved my traditional birthday week off in February, but not the Christmas leave. Sorry, but it makes sense if I go off on Christmas because there won't be that much typing while the doctors are also probably on leave and it's mostly phone cover that will be the issue. Anyway, I don't know how much leave I have until he approves or denies all of my leave requests, including the one he "just didn't want to touch" when I put in for it in fucking August.

Right. I have an hour or so to chill out before I have to go find the place where I am getting my Covid booster, so I'd best do that, or at least try to. I just want one week where I don't have to do anything.

[sirwadewilsonfromimgur]

scene/vignette 1

Go West, Young Man

June 2027 Kansas city Missouri Earth-10005 

The song "Proud" by Heather Small plays

We open up our scene media rez, near the corner of Westport road and Broadway 

Deadpool in full red and black is marching in a parade, he's playing color guard holding a magenta, yellow and cyan flag. Only a few feet away Wolverine is in a new  yellow and brown uniform reminiscent of the John Byrne design but with more yellow Holding a pink, purple and blue flag. 

And I bet you're just dying to know how we got here.

Rewind back to March 2027

~on the 19th floor of One Park Place~

Moving men are dropping boxes off as Logan and Wade walk in, holding the more fragile cargo the good China and and several pounds of C4 explosive. Don't worry Logan had the box of detonators.

Wade had said it was only really a problem if they came together. It'd been in the coat closet at the old place for years. They really needed a better place to store stuff like this... Logan was taken aback by the expansive living room. Beautiful isn't it penut, and a fraction of the cost of anything this big in New York. They set their boxes on the marble counter of the open concept kitchen, "eat your heart out chip and jo-jo." they walked to the floor to sealing windows that overlooked downtown Kansas city.  You know Taylor Swift has a house in this city. She's with that cute football guy. 

"I prefer hockey," Logan said matter of factly

Wade looks out the window; It looks nice, and in the last 30+ years, it hasn't been the target of an alien invasion, kiju fight, or Giant universe destroying mcguffen. It's shockingly safe here, almost like it's an overlooked part of the country in pop culture.

Can we really afford this bub?

Penut we've been saving for almost two years, after that little hit job in Madripoor alone we had more than enough to cover it... they were paid handsomely to off the head of one of the local cartels. What resulted was an internal power vacuum that resulted in a 3 faction civil war significantly reducing their market share.

The rival gang that paid them added a hefty bonus for making it so easy to muscle in on their territory. We got a steal (literally, there may have been a little light gun play to talk the original owners down from 2 million) 1.5 million for a four bedroom 4.5 bath fuck ton sq foot mansion in the sky.

Logan knew that was easily 10.4 million in the shit part of NY. HAO fees are cheaper than we were paying in rent. Honeybadger.

Logan was still a little pissed that Wade had bought a condo with their money... mostly because Wade didn't talk to him about it. One night, they were having dinner with Laura she said she was transferring to UMKC. The closest thing they had to a discussion was Logan mentioning he didn't like her so far away.

They'd planned on leaving the city after she graduated. The plan was to stay there to be closer to her and saving money, then buying a house somewhere, not in Connecticut. The next thing he knew a few days later Wade had closed on a condo a thousand miles away and casually announced they were moving.

The fight they had was the ugliest in a while. "I THOUGHT WE WERE PARTNERS!? REMEMBER!? IN BUSINESS AND IN LIFE" "YOU SPENT 1.5 MILLION WHITHOUT SO MUCH AS ASKING ME.

"OUR MONEY BEING THE KEY WORD BUB" he'd yelled at Wade before giving him a full force claw punch to the gut... Wade slept on the couch that night. Logan didn't care how much Marry Puppens (or his own feelings about sleeping without Wade) objected.

He could only tolerate so much impulsiveness, and that took the cake... he didn't have problems moving to the midwest, Laura had transferred to UMKC and they both wanted to be close to thier daughter, but perhaps includ him in the decision, perhaps shop around before zeroing in on some luxury high rise.

Apart from the condo, Logan suspected Wade had a hand in Laura transferring out here... cheaper tuition or not, it was just a little too convenient, and Wade is notorious for spoiling Laura. He's almost certain he's covering her tuition from his personal money. especially when it came up that she was quitting her part-time work so she could concentrate on her studies.

also, Logan remembered the Dossier labeled Bayer CropScience LP. He'd read the news paper clipping in it that that talked about the USDA Moving sections of the department to Kansas City including key research labs, there was another company named Cerner on Wade's list of targets of concern... it was Wade's personal project and not tied to their professional joint partnership MFM L.L.C. he knew the details, though.

at some point, GMO foods would be developed that were capable of canceling the X Gene. Striping those with gifts and preventing any new ones from being born. It's why the grocery bill was always through the roof and why he could never dare drink a Coke, not the kind with corn syrup anyway. His immortality was tied to this universe... regardless, his claws and sense of smell weren't tied to that. There was a chance that those could be affected. 

" Logan... penut!? Baby girl? Sweetheart!"

Logan shook his head. he was kind of just frozen there in the living room in a full reverie for a minute.

"Are you ok babe? I think you were having an exposition flashback"

It's a nice house Wade, he'd been pissed for about a week now. He had taken Vanessa advice and seen a therapist. 

He didn't get much from it other than it was ok to be mad, it was okay to be in the moment. But at some point you had to make an effort to let go. He'd let go of the little shit... the deepest darkest part of him was firmly entrenched after 200 years, that wouldn't let him go.

He'd extend the olive branch. "Wade, home is wherever you are, you're my favorite agent of chaos. We'll live here. But please promise me you won't spend a million dollars of our money without at least running it by me... Wade, who hadn't apologized yet for buying the place, looked at Logan. "I'm sorry that l impulse bought a house, if its any consolation, my spleen still hurts from that punch." Logan knew that for Wade, that was as sincere as it got. And he knew he felt bad mostly because Logan hadn't been groped since that night. Wade punished himself. Sigh... ok, bub, come here. Logan took Wade in his arms "fights done, I'm letting it go... I'm sorry about your spleen. " You're right. I was irresponsible... "shhh, we're letting it go." Wade slid his hands down the back of Logans, jeans...

Logan, in a forgiving mood, just let him have a hand full of the cake as the kids say and kissed him, he kinda missed it.

It smells like some gay shits going on in here! I assume you two animals kissed and made up finally.

"Yes Althea, we're fine, and you know technically we're not gay."

Good! I'm glad you're better. But I don't know what else to call two married men who sleep with each other. But if we're getting technical the way you two fuck is called domestic assault and battery and a violationof several sections of the Geneva convention. One of the many reasons we didn't get our deposit back is all the blood in the carpets. Please tell me my room is on the opposite side of the house as yours and please try not to bleed all over this house too.

You get your pick of rooms Al there's two on the opposite side of the house from ours.

Thank you she said as she walked towards them, holding the Dogpool MaryPuppens.

one of you two mother fuckers want to take this dog and help me to the rooms so I can pick one, if I trip over a box i'm setting something on fire! I'm already pissed off.

Do you know this fucking building isn't ADA compliant. I hope you have enough money left over for a lawyer because it took me forever to find the fucking elevator and none of the doors are marked, I had to ask a random lady for help, and none of the cocain in this fucking city is any good it's all 99% fint and I aint trying to die Wade Wilson.

"Al remember you're getting older we switched you to the devils lettuce, its legal here and better for your heart" 

Well fucking roll one up I had to use ecco location and schlep up 19 stories and I'm so mad I could spit... 

Al, Wade, I'm going to go downstairs and get more boxes (the more sensitive items they had hauled themselves, not wanting the moving company to deal with it).

"Grab the guns they should be in the box Marked sex toys" 

Logan stopped Wade!? Where are the sex toys then?... " In the box marked silverware or guns... but I can't remember" in Unison Al and Logan "For fuck sake." Logan walked out the door. 

He pulled out a cigar lit, it and walked to the elevator around the corner. He smacked right in to a lady coming the other way... Jesus ma'am I'm sorry. He helped her to her feet. 

Goodness that felt like hitting a brick wall. Have you seen an elderly African American woman? she was very distraught. 

Yes she's my friend. Family really we're just moving in, she inside the house.

Oh good, I was worried... and you are?

Logan Howlett. I just got in today for the move.

Ah yes I met Mr. Wilson earlier when he set up the moving in schedule so the freight elevator would be free. I'm Meranda Van Hammet, I'm on the HOA board I wanted to make sure you were settled in and give you the bylaws hand book. 

Bylaws? I don't think we're painting the outside of the condos, putting the trash on the curb or mowing the grass.

Very funny, Mr. Howlett, but there's other things. This is a tower after all, and we're all a little close to each other, though most have excellent soundproofing. For one thing, you need to make sure your dog uses the proper section of the lawn. it's clearly marked.... 

Okay. 

Here would you please sign this saying you received your hand book and may I ask what relation you are to Mr. Wilson

Wade!? He's my husband.

Oh! Well, all right then, thank you. Here's your book... and if you check on page six, Mr Howlett you will see it says no smoking in the common hallways. Ta ta!

Logan did not like the way she said "Oh!"

Also he could smell the revulsion she had. In the year 2027, people are still like that. Bad enough dealing with the Mutant haters, he had classic bigots that hated him based on whom he loved and made love to. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like her, and not just because she was a bigot, he knew an HOA Karen when he saw one.

He'd deal with that later. He went down grabbed the box full of handguns and continued to unpack things in to the house.

Finally all the shit was in the house after a few hours and the new furniture had arrived too.

It was an indulgence Logan had allowed out of necessity, especially since he had no intention of bringing the uncomfortable, barley functioning blood-soaked couch with them. However, Wade went a little nuts. Logan was canceling whatever app had HGTV on it that was for certain. It's not that he ordered anything bad. Quite the opposite It was well appointed and beautiful, dark mahogany and burgundy throughout.

it costs as much as a starter home in this town to furnish the whole condo. To his credit, Wade paid for half of it from his personal funds and talked to logan about it, and he picked up the other half. The truth is they actually were doing well, they could afford it... but all of it felt like showing off, a little too ostentatious, it made Logan uncomfortable. Althea was right about one thing. Any "blood sports/war crimes" the two of them got up to will probably have to be contained to the very nice shower that was big enough for the two of them with multiple showr heads in their master suite. It was too nice to ruin this place... mattresses were replaceable, though he thought as he smirked.

It was getting late, they had gotten everything unpacked that they were going to for one day. Logan had finished unloading all the pots and pans on the hanging rack. Wade was in front of the window again. it was dark outside, but downtown sparkled in the distance.

We should go to bed, bub. Wade didn't move or answer. Logan walked over to him. Are you ok, babe? I promise I'm not mad anymore. Let's go to bed.

Logan slipped amorous intent into his tone with his last sentence to sweeten the deal. Wade turned. He was clearly upset. Logan reached out and grabbed his hand.

Something.... Something is wrong with the plot. I think the story is going to get dark at some point.

Wade said stuff like this from time to time. Most people wrote it off. He'd speak to no one and make strange references. He's just crazy he heard Warhead say once. But being bound to him and close to him, Logan had caught on that occasionally he was saying something important. Something that ended up happening. He wondered if this was a latent mutant ability. Some random precognition that came and went.

He hugged Wade to comfort him. It's ok, bub. Whatever it is, we will deal with it together. He felt Wade's tensing loosen. Let's go to bed.

Ok, that sounds good... but I'll have you know I get very horny when I'm upset.

Logan chuckles... I'll see if I can't do anything about that.

Link to Scene 2

[thesketchyheartist]

03/18

Neon Genesis Evangelion (EP 1, 2, 4, 5)

I heard about Neon Genesis Evangelion (NGE) both from learning about what was early anime when I first started watching anime and my uncle actually has a slot machine based on the show.

(The professor also had an example for the essay project that focused on this show, so I came in a little informed and possibly biased since I noticed signs the essay example talked about. I could've figured it out without it though; the signs were actually quite clear.)

I know it is harsh to critique the flaws of an anime made nearly 30 years ago, but some of the flaws seen in shonen anime seems to stem or at least has connections with NGE.

The camera will angle itself so that it captures a part of a girl/woman's body intimately. Episode 5 had Shinji accidentally fall on top of Rei after she just come out of a bath. Not to mention why Misato was so insistent on Shinji moving in with her is quite overlooked. Not to validate this alternative, but should they both have a gender swap, this anime would be very red-flagged. Also, Misato is Shinji's superior at work, and I think he probably does the majority of the chores, given how trashy the room was before he moved in and her lazy habits hint that the chore distribution chart is unevenly divided.

Shinji represents the anti-war archetype for young boys because he knows he was thrown into the program by his father, whom he hasn't seen in a long time, and the actual crisis humanity faces if the program cannot find a replacement for him. In addition, if he chooses to run, which he did, Rei will have to fulfill his role, and she is already unhealthy (and if it means anything she is a girl), guilt-tripping Shinji. In addition, every time he uses the Eva for combat purposes, every injury to the machine causes excruciating psychosomatic pain for him.

A weird thing about the Evas is that they seem like machines, yet they seem to be sentient. I know one thing that threw me off was the need to submerge the pilots in the fluid they also breathe in (imagine telling a fish to "breathe" out of water). Like when Rei was doing a test, even after her body was ejected out of the machine, the machine still was moving on its own before the manual shutdown was completed. And given how Angels are like celestial or alien counterparts to humans, I'm guessing Evas are supposed to be some science versus God weapon that uses a magic or something to defeat supernatural beings.

This actually would look as scary as the Angels in real life.

-03/17/2024

[eclecticrecap]

Unfortunately, I think the right of passage of my life is to just accept the fact I will constantly be stuck in horrible decisions to choose from, such as:

My grandmother's house, a small home, only three bedrooms, one my father used (he snores too much that my mother cannot stand to sleep next to him) before he later could live inside the service/wifi forsaken home in the countryside to flourish and replenish a sense of humanity unlike his grubby handed children, whilst working for a pharmacy chain. The other room, was used by my mother, my brother having to sleep in that room because the second guest bed was just so small and my brother was afraid to sleep alone don't you DARE bully him (He won't technically see it but idk it wouldnt sit well on my conscious) And me? Well usually I'd share the master bed with my grandmother up until fated 2020 when I picked up the permanent curse of floor sleeping, you think I would be capable at that time of touching the second floor, even? Let alone a bed? Whilst the OCD brain termites had forsaken my bodily autonomy? I had free will, and permission to sleep on the floor.

But here's another problem, my grandmother's house doesn't particularly have a workspace friendly spot besides her own things, not many easy places to put my drawing tablet and pc without having to uncomfortably sit, so all I really had was the dining room's sewing table, I don't know why the sewing table was so desk-able and serving cunt with that tablecloth ontop of it, (during 2020 I got glitter stuck on it and then one tiny blot of ink.....whoops) BUT NOT ONLY THAT ITS RIGHT NEXT TO THE FUCKING KITCHEN, so I kinda had to settle for just not having a good place to be in Discord voice calls, for a 16yo chronically online during covid time that is a personal nightmare.

And let me tell you it would make me scratch my skin in anxiety and frustration when one day I had been on my pc and smelled the MOST DISGUSTING FUCKING STENCH OF A COUNTERTOP POLISH EVER HOLY SHIT I WENT INTO A SPIRAL OF ANXIETY, I DIDN"T KNOW WHAT TO DO, WHERE TO GO, THE BRAIN TERMITES FORBID ME THE STAIRS, FORBID ME TO SIT AMONGST THE CHAIRS AND COUCHES OF THE LIVING ROOM, HELL, EVEN THE FUCKING BACKYARD.

So I strong-armed through it, she was polishing her countertop for at least 30 minutes, not sure why it took 30 minutes, I arguably was already anxious to be there because she constantly would accuse me of scratching her stove when there wasn't anything noticeable on her stove, one time I placed a knife on there for 5 seconds to get something and the blade didnt even touch the stove and she started getting real mad and said "It's nothing like how it used to look" or something like that when THERE WAS BARELY ANY VISIBLE SCRATCHES ON THIS STOVETOP, I WAS SENT INTO A PANIC I COULDN"T EVNENNb FUCKOJGHN OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GFOOOOOODDDD

Now, you know how I had dyed my hair a bit during this year? Well when I said I fully bleached my hair, I didn't mention the fact the lower layer of my full head of hair, was dyed red, now, remember the mention of my OCD preventing me from properly showering? Because the brain termites told me using the showers would result in terrible things happening to me? (I genuinely don't know how the fuck I didn't stink if I recall there were some moments I ended up sponge bathing in one of the bathrooms because there's no damn way, it was SUMMER in arizona.)

Well, that resulted in me not spending time to wash my hair, and if you ever dyed your hair (respectively, look at you, I highly doubt theres someone reading this who hasn't, I don't mind being proven wrong.) well, red hair, is messy, and the red dye SOMEHOW WAS TURNING MY SHIRT'S TAG PINK???????? AND WHENEVER I SCRATCFHED MY CRUSTY ASS SCALP, PINK WOULD BECOME MY FINGERTIPS, UNDERNEATH MY NAILS. AND I GUESS BY TOUCHING THE COUNTERTOP...THE FUCKING COUNTERTOP OR ANYTHING I FUCKING TOUCHED TURNED FUCKING PINK???????????????????????????

So you can imagine later in october, when I dyed it dark blue, I would probably run into this same problem, I wanted to wash it in the kitchen sink, since my family often uses sinks to wash hair because WE ARE FREAKS I DONT CARE WHAT IM TOLD I GET IT ITS WEIRD. But I wanted to wait until i could have assistance for it, I believe it was because I didn't know what shampoo to use, and alot of the times I just, crusty teen shit I sucked at washing my own hair.

But my grandmother randomly started thinking I was going to shower, however, I didn't say I was going to shower, now maybe its because I was afraid to use the shower, but even then I was still sponge-bathing to at least keep some form of hygiene, but I had a feeling it was more because of my hair because she didn't give a shit if I was in public spaces, and for her, the person who will openly tell you if she thinks you look too uggo for idk.. a walmart? And I previously was obviously discussing the hair dye transfer problem, so I had decided beforehand to just, wash my hair in the sink, like weird family tradition.

Now this was I believe the day after I dyed it blue, I had to leave the house, and we were supposed to leave the house soon. But suddenly she tells me she would not take me to the store unless my hair was washed, so I was a little anxious, because the brain termites were telling me showers were bad, but I felt like explaining it would make me get laughed at, despite how real those intrusive thoughts feel to someone with OCD, and I didn't predict us being stuck at this house for well... the entire year. It was normal for us to wash hair in the kitchen sink, it's metal, it's been done for years, but she didn't want to wait until I had help with washing my hair in said sink so that was arguably not fun. Thank fuck I'm medicated??????? idk

At least nothing in her house turned blue.

[mint-moon25]

I - WAS - TALKING - 2 - VERY - SMELLY

HASN'T - SHOWERED - US - VETERAN

FORMER - US - ARMY - 4 YRS

REQUIRED - NICKNAME

SARG

TODAY - FRI - 08 MAR 2024

SENATE - FINALLY - VOTES

WHETHER - LAW - PASSES

HOUSE - OF - REPRESENTATIVES

APPROVED - BILL

REPUBLICAN - PARTY OF FLORIDA

27 - 12 - MAJORITY - OF - VOTE

SO - I - WAS - SCARED

NOT - BAD

BILL

HAITI - BLK - MALE - POLICE

NOT - VERY - BRIGHT

ALLIED - ARMED - ALLIANCE

SECURITY - HAITI - BLK GIRLS

NOT - BRIGHT

NEW - LAW - MAYBE

'NOT - ILLEGAL - 2 - SLEEP

ON - STREETS - OTHER YES

PUBLIC - PROPERTY'

ILLEGAL - 4 - FLORIDA GOV'T

2 - IGNORE - THEM

WHEN - LAW - IS - PASSED

SANCTIONED - CAMPING

NOT - ALLOWED - RURAL - AREA

RURAL - COUNTIES - FAR - FROM

CITY - OF - MIAMI

INSTEAD - PLACES - MUST MEET

STANDARD - OF - EBT - GIVERS

DEPT - OF - FAMILIES - AND

CHILDREN

1 YEAR - STAY - ONLY - THEN

TRANSFER - 2 - ANOTHER SITE

LANDMARK - CAMPING - AREA

14 DAYS - MAX - EXPENSIVE

CHEAPER - 4 - EBT - PEOPLE

NO - TOILET - NO - ELECTRICITY

1 YEAR - IS - AN - UPGRADE

EACH - PLACE

RESTROOMS - WATER - ACCESS

FOR - SHOWERS - BATHING

SARG - DIDN'T - AGRREE

HE - SAID - NOT - THE - LAW

DIDN'T - ARGUE - I - CAN - READ

I - CALLED - MISSIONARIES - OF

MOTHER - THERESA - THEIR

SHELTER - A - BROTHEL

ILLEGAL - SIESTA - 8P - 5A

ILLEGAL - NOT - AIR CONDITIONED

I - KNOW - NOW - THAT - WRINKLED

WOMAN - IS - ADDING - 'BACOPA'

ON - THE - CHICKEN - WE - ATE

BACOPA - 2 - MAKE - BRAIN - MORE

INTELLIGENT - FR - INDIA - ALSO

BRAIN - MORE - FOCUSED

MORE - CONCENTRATION

MY - NOSE - RED - BLOOD

DRY - LOOKING - PAINFUL

2 - TOUCH - I - HAD COLDS

HAVE - COLDS - VERY RED

BLOOD - AROUND - THAT

AREA - DRY - MOUTH

EFFECTS - OF - BACOPA

SHE's - ILLEGALLY - PUT'G

THAT - ON - FOOD

SO - WE'RE - OBEDIENT

WITH - UNDERSTANDING

BROOM - AND - MOP - THE

FLOOR

THIS - LAW - TODAY - FINAL

VOTING

DESIGNATED

SANCTIONED - CAMPING

GROUNDS - ASSIGNED

NO - CURFEW - COME - AND - GO

GUARDED - NO - ALCOHOL - NO

SMOKING

1 YEAR - ONLY

EVERYONE - GIVEN - MILITARY

TENTS - 2 - USE - 3 MEALS EA

DAY - GUARDS - 24 HRS

RESTROOM

WATER - ACCESS - USE - PAIL

2 - SHOWER - BATHE

HE - SAID - THAT - IS - NOT

POSSIBLE - AS - THE - NEW

LAW - BUT - THAT's - WHAT

IT - SAYS

APPROVED - DESIGNATED

LOCATION - NOT - ALLOWED

RURAL - COUNTIES

SO - IN - MIAMI - DESIGNATED

PLACES - MILITARY - TENTS - 2

USE - 3 MEALS - DAILY

GUARDS - 24 HRS

NO - ALCOHOL - NO - SMOK'G

NO - MORE - PUBLIC - SLEEP'G

IN - PUBLIC - PROPERTY

IN - STREETS

DESIGNATED - LOCATIONS

3 MEALS - DAILY

NO - CURFEW - BETTER THAN

SHELTERS - AT - MIAMI

CHAPMAN - PARTNERSHIP

6:30P - CURFEW

CAMILLUS HOUSE - 10P

MOTHER - THERESA - 4P

THE - WORST

NO - AIR CONDITIONING

SO - TODAY - THAT - LAW

WILL - B - DECIDED - I FEEL

DESIGNATED - LOCATIONS

ARE - GREAT

MILITARY - TENT - FREE

1 YEAR - 3 MEALS - DAILY

NO - CURFEW

IF - DOESN'T - PASS - THEN

WE - CONTINUE - WHERE WE

ARE - SW 2 ST - SW 2 AV

NO - MEALS - MONDAY

BUT - LAST - TIME - 2 X

FED - MONDAY - MORNING

NIGHT - ONLY - HISPANICS

GOT - FOOD - ILLEGAL YES

JESUS - IS - LORD

GOD - SAID,

'OUR - HEARTS - FIXED

TRUSTING - IN - THE - LORD'

WHY - ARE - THEY - TRYING 2

SCARE - US - 3 MEALS

MILITARY - TENT - HOW NICE

1 YEAR - ONLY

THEN - THE - OTHER - SITE

ENCOURAGES - TRAVEL - &

2 - MAKE - BETTER - PLANS

FINANCIALLY - IN - FUTURE

EMPLOYMENT

TRANSITIONS, INC.

DO - NOT - WEAR - SHORTS

THEY - GIVE - FREE

CLOTHES - SHOES - BAGS

THEY - ARE - FASTEST - IN

GIVING - JOBS

THEY'RE - NICE - & - SWEET

GO - 2 - TRANSITIONS, INC.

MIAMI - EMPLOYMENT

AGENCY - 4 - THE POOR

MIAMI - FLORIDA

BILLIONS - WILL - B - SPENT

$17.4 BILLION - STATE - BUDGET

LAWMAKERS EXPECTED 2 PASS

TODAY - FRIDAY - 08 MAR 2024

INCLUDES - $30 MILLION - IN

CHALLENGE - GRANTS

SERVICES - MENTAL - HEALTH

SUBSTANCE - ABUSE

SHORT - TERM - & TRADITIONAL

SHELTERS - FLORIDA

SANCTIONED - CAMPING

SAFE - HARBOR - SITES

$30 MILLION - 4 - HOMELESS

THANK - YOU - HEAVENLY - FATHER

I'VE - ENLARGED - MY - TENT

INCREASED MY - STAKES

BUYING - LARGER - TARP

ROSS - DRESS - 4 - LESS

ALMIGHTY - GOD - LEAD - ME - BY

THE - WAY - I - SHOULD - GO

I TRUST - IN - YOU - 4 - MY SAFETY

CITY - OF - MIAMI

STATE - OF - FLORIDA

COUNTY - MIAMI - DADE

TGIF - FRI - 08 MARCH 2024

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