#he’s my neighbors i don’t let my cats outside btw

[wilberave]

a beast

[alaskasmonsters]

watching studio ghibli movies with their s/o

— todoroki shouto, takami keigo, aizawa shouta

a.n: this was requested by a lovely anon! this took me a little bit, but i hope you like it!! <333 this is gender neutral btw

todoroki shouto

skip if you don’t wanna read the saddest thing ever

but shouto hasn’t watched any studio ghibli movies before he and you started dating

he just didn’t have the time/opportunity outside of his intense training with endeavor

when you find out about that you’re about to march to the todoroki mansion yourself to have a word with the man

but you can contain your anger

so instead you make it your mission to educate shouto

yes educate

not having watched ghibli movies certainly is a huge educational gap

shouto doesn’t complain

he likes spending time with you

and he certainly won’t waste the opportunity to spend the afternoon cuddled up with you

laying in bed and being all warm and cozy

you’ll make tea and get all the snacks

and you tell shouto to pay attention because you have to make up for some important childhood memories

he absolutely adores ghibli movies after that

mainly because he connects them to spending time with you while you’re all happy and calm

he really enjoys the music, too

(probably uses some of the soundtrack to help him sleep)

it’s just so calm and happy

he also loves the visuals

shouto is a man of taste alright

whenever you roll up with a blanket under your one arm and a laptop under your other he knows it’s studio ghibli time

(also his prime time for receiving cuddles!)

you’re all tangled up on another lazy afternoon

you don’t talk a lot, you just enjoy the quiet and calm

shouto smiles a lot and it makes you so happy

his favorite is either my neighbor totoro or ponyo

you get him a totoro plushie because you see him eyeing that big fluffy boy a lot

spirited away is also very high up because the visuals are so nice

but he doesn’t really dislike any of the other movies

they’re just these wholesome stories

and they all have cute happy endings

shouto loves happy ending he’s a softie

he hums all the songs and it’s so soothing

you join in of course because that’s couple goals

you totally pull him up to mimic totoro’s dance when it happens in the movie

takami keigo

it probably doesn’t come as a surprise

but this man has also never seen a studio ghibli movie before in his life

his childhood was filled with training to become a pro hero

birdie didn’t have much free time to waste on movies :c

the more excited he is whenever he has time to catch up with whatever new media 

but boy oh boy

when you introduce him to those masterpieces

it’s game over

hawks loves, absolutely adores ghibli movies now

they’re his favorite thing in the world!

you’re his favorite periodt okay, you don’t have to worry about that

he usually doesn’t have a lot of time watching any movies because he is so busy with hero work (also the hero public safety commission doesn’t give that guy a break)

but whenever he has a free night (and you’re free as well) he loves spending it watching one of them movies with you

movie nights are always fun with him, since he likes to provide a+ commentary

he cracks jokes and drops cheesy one liners

that’s just how he is

he’s also super affectionate

he’ll hold you close and play with your hair the entire time

only eyes for you (and the movie of course)

he’s a secret sap okay

he loves the ones that include romance stories

his favorite is howl’s moving castle by far

totally sees himself as howl don’t even try me

don’t laugh when he makes the comparison

he’s very invested with that kin

“we’re both handsome and charming, don’t cha think?“

you agree because you know it’ll make him happy

(and he truly is both of those things)

but also howl turns into a bird as well…

so it is kinda crazy

when you get to that part of the movie hawks is bubbling over with joy

“told ya! we’re both birds.“

he is grinning widely and he looks so cute

your boyfriend is a dork but you still love him

hawks is so invested in the story that he even shuts up for a while

especially whenever sophie and howl interact he’s just like...so. quiet.

you love seeing how focused he is

he’s just so cute like that!!

he’ll try to be as charming as howl (because that flower field scene…uuff)

he’ll tell you how beautiful you are

and that he’d still love you even if you were as old and wrinkly as sophie

you smile at him and kiss him because he truly is just as charming

he’s also very committed to the act

he’d take you to a flower field so you can actually be like sophie and howl, because they’re honestly goals

and since he has wings you can both re-enact the scene where howl and sophie walk in the air when fleeing from those men in the beginning of the movie

other movies he really likes are castle in the sky and princess mononoke

as mentioned, hawks really likes the romance

aizawa shouta

this man secretly loves studio ghibli movies above all else

not only because they’re calm and peaceful enough to fall asleep to

(although that’s one positive for sure)

he likes how suitable they are for all ages 

(as a teacher he automatically pays attention to that)

and he likes all the little messages that are conveyed through them

he likes them best, when he’s watching them with you though

he just thinks it’s so cute how much you enjoy them

you also look adorable all comfy and cozy 

whenever both of you have a free day

you’re both pretty busy so that’s a rare occasion

you cuddle up on the couch to spend your morning (or just the whole day really) watching your favorite studio ghibli movies

aizawa’s secret favorite is the cat returns 

he is a cat lover so don’t try to convince me otherwise

cats just cats

you like to tease him that he probably likes the movie so much because he too would like to be turned into a cat and be married off to some beautiful cat prince/princess

that mf just turns and smiles at you

"don’t i already have you, though, kitten?“

he’s smooth alright

actual prince lune for sure

and you’re a goner

aizawa would deny it but he’s rooting for prince lune and yuki

he’s a big sap okay

so when the prince gives yuki the fish crackers…

let’s just say you’ll find your favorite snack on your nightstand the next morning with a little note attached to it

something cute like “good morning, kitten.“

other movies he enjoys greatly are kiki’s delivery service and my neighbor totoro

not because cats are in it…

haha no

certainly not the main reason

never

that man also looks exactly like totoro when he smiles

you notice that during one of your lazy movie days 

you were watching the movie for the first time together that day

and you were draped over aizawa, both of you in peaceful silence when boom

totoro smiles

your jaw drops to the floor i tell you

when you look over to tell your boyfriend about it though

(and maybe tease him about it shh)

oh no

he’s already exposing you to his crazy all-teeth grin

now both of you can’t watch the movie without aizawa pulling up that smile whenever totoro smiles in the movie

it’s straight up comical

you kiss his cheek for his effort every time

he also loves the cat bus

(which also looks a little like aizawa when he grins)

Taglist: @crystal-lilac​

[mosylufanfic]

You’ve Got Mail

This is for the second day of Killervibe week, the Meet Cute theme! Based on something that happened to a Facebook connection of mine, although as far as I know it didn’t turn out this cute.

You’ve Got Mail

The first note was stuck to Caitlin’s door with a piece of scotch tape. She frowned and unfolded it, wondering if the new neighbor already had a problem with her erratic hours. 

Hi! (read the computer-printed note)

I just moved into 202 and wanted to introduce myself to all my neighbors. I'm Cisco Ramon and I'm starting my Masters' in electrical engineering at the university. Normally I'd knock and say hi but this whole quarantine thing kinda keeps me from doing that. :( 

I speak English and Spanish and a little bit of Klingon. I cook sometimes but mostly get too much takeout so any good restaurant recommendations are welcome! I like tinkering and video games and SF/F books and movies and shows, like you couldn't tell from the Klingon. I have a cat named Buttercup who is a giant butt and I love him. If you see him outside, I’d really appreciate it if you called or texted because he's not an outdoor kitty. 

He'd added a picture of the cat, staring menacingly at the camera as if promising that anyone who tried to pet him would lose a finger. Caitlin smiled in spite of herself. 

Hope you have a great day! Cisco Ramon, Apt 202

He'd also added his phone number.

Caitlin read it through a couple of times before looking across the courtyard and up a floor at 202. It being 11:30 at night, the door was shut tight. There was a muted bluish flicker in one of the windows, like he was watching TV. It would be rude to knock on his door at this time of night. 

Also, they were all practicing social distancing right now.

Caitlin was a champ at social distancing. She could social-distance on Olympic levels.

She went into her apartment, shutting the door behind her.

***

On her way to the hospital the next morning, she left a plastic container full of cookies on the mat of 202. There was a note carefully taped to the top. 

Thank you for your nice note. Here are some cookies to welcome you to the building. They're chocolate chip. If you can't eat them, it's okay to throw them away. I've been baking a lot in quarantine.

She was halfway to the hospital when she realized she hadn't put her name or apartment number on the note. So for all Cisco Ramon knew, some anonymous benefactor had dropped cookies on his doorstep.

She sighed. She really was bad at this, just like Jay had said.

***

There was another note on her door when she got back home, this one hand-written in a sprawling, jagged scrawl.

Hello Cookie Queen!

I hope I'm not creeping you out or anything. I saw you through the window, leaving the cookies this morning, but I didn't want to freak you out by opening up the door right away.

They were delicious. I will happily eat any baked goods that you want to get rid of. That's not a beg, by the way. I can make my own cookies, once I find a good grocery store. (Any recommendations?) Just if you're the kind of person who likes to make entire batches and then has to eat them for the next three weeks, I can help with that. I don't have any allergies or anything.

Anyway I think I've weirded you out enough for one note. 

Cisco

***

Hi Cisco

My name is Caitlin Snow and you already know my apartment number. The grocery store I like is the Safeway at the corner of Livingston and Bellmore because they are very firm about masks and disinfecting right now, much better than the Kroger. Also closer. There's a Taco Galaxy across the street from them that delivers until midnight and I like their chicken taco salad.

She stared at the note for a few minutes, then wondered if he would think she was saying a Mexican place because he was clearly Latino. She crossed out and substituted The Golden Wok on Bellmore delivers, and they do a good sweet and sour chicken.

I am a first-year resident so my hours are kind of strange but please let me know if I can ever help out with anything. 

Caitlin, Apt 106

She chewed her lip for a moment, then added to the last paragraph before the sign-off, I wasn't weirded out.

Then she wrote it out in pen on a clean sheet of paper and found another plastic container to fill with butterscotch oatmeal cookies.

***

Hi Caitlin!

Nice to have a name and stop calling you Cookie Queen. Unless you want me to continue calling you Cookie Queen, that's okay too. Thank you for the second batch! Just as delish.

I took your tip about the grocery store and stocked up. Also got green pepper beef at the Golden Wok. Nom, nom, nom! Any ruling on the Taco Galaxy across from Safeway?

I'm major impressed with the residency thing btw. Are you doing okay? Is your ICU totally packed? I have a sewing machine because I do cosplay but obvi no cons right now, so I've been making masks and stuff too. Do you need any?

Cisco

***

Cisco,

We're doing okay right now. I'm not treating many COVID cases personally because I'm in my first year, but everybody is doing more than they would have normally. If you have extra cloth masks, I know some shelters and the local food bank are distributing them.

I like the chicken taco salad at Taco Galaxy. 

She paused, studying the note. She wanted to continue this conversation. She liked him - his warmth and his humor. Maybe she should start texting him. She had his phone number, after all. Or would that be weird?

She wrote down, Where did you move from?

Caitlin

***

They traded notes back and forth, at least once a day but more often twice. Their correspondence ranged from the mundane - he'd moved from Coast City, she had come here from Gotham - to the personal - neither of them had very good relationships with their families - to the downright philosophical.

I dunno, he wrote one rainy day, I feel like the people who say this is God's punishment or whatever are totally getting God wrong. Like I don't believe in God anymore but if I still did, I don't think I'd believe in that kind of God. 

A virus is a virus, she wrote back. There's debate about whether a virus really counts as alive or not, but it's just doing what all life does. The pandemic is definitely down to human hubris and selfishness and shortsightedness. No need for divine punishment. And I don't believe in that kind of God either.

At work, she would mentally compose parts of her next letter during her rare free moments, and every time something funny or strange or horrible happened at the hospital, she found herself telling him about it. No names, of course, because of HIPAA, but writing them down helped her work them out.

The day he mentioned his most recent ex, she caught her breath, a strange flutter in her stomach.

She did a number on me, I'm telling you. It's weird because I do think she liked me, maybe as much as I liked her. It's just she was in some bad stuff with her brother, and she wasn't really interested in getting out. When I realized that she was using me to help him out, I was done. Probably way after I should've been, but that was the last straw. I'm not saying that breakup was why I picked CCU for grad school and moved here two months early but I'm not NOT saying that.

She lay on her couch reading the note over again. His tone was cheerful, as it usually was, but she could almost feel the regret and self-recrimination behind it. 

Also, did this mean he was single? He hadn't wrapped it up with any other mention of someone else he was dating now. 

I know what that's like, she wrote back. My most recent ex was - 

She lifted her pen and stared at the paper. How to describe Jay?

My breakup with my ex was pretty bad too. You just start to doubt everything that you ever thought or felt. Like, is this real or is this another time bomb he put in your head?

God RIGHT he wrote back. The good exes leave nice little presents for you in your head. You think of them because you see a movie they liked or something they used to wear and it just makes you smile. But the bad ones leave freaking land mines and time bombs.

***

More than once, she arrived home to find a bag of takeout or a tupperware full of some recipe he'd tried out. His tastes were a little more adventurous than hers, but she willingly ate whatever he left. Knowing somebody was thinking about her was as nourishing as the meal. 

And some of it was really good. 

She kept baking, leaving cookies and bread and other treats at his doorstep. Sometimes she experimented, too. 

One day as the first leaves were turning, she left a jar with a note taped to the top. I decided to try something. Let me know if Buttercup likes these.

She got a reply within hours. 

Buttercup would like to formally request to move into your apartment now, because I'm a terrible kitty papa and never thought of making him treats. Also I'm very cruel because I won't let him eat the entire jar no matter how much he yells. You are a genius.

She laughed and wrote back, Obviously you're an excellent kitty papa because you love Buttercup very much. It was a pretty simple recipe. I'll attach it for you so you can make your own. I'm glad he likes them.

She didn't see a reply on her door that night. This wasn't unprecedented, though it was unusual, and she found herself cycling through a few anxious loops of what-if - what if he was sick? what if he had nothing more to say to her? what if it had been just too weird for her to make treats for his cat? what if he was talking to someone else now?

But the next day when she went out to get her mail, she found a note tucked into her screen door. She grabbed it and opened it up. 

Hey I realize this is kind of a weird question since we've been passing notes all this time, but would you be okay with texting? Or FaceTiming or WhatsApp or something? I don't know if you kept my number but here it is again anyway. 

She read the short note through a couple of times, trying to identify the feeling bubbling up in her stomach. 

She did like writing the letters. There was something so calming and old-fashioned about sitting down with paper and pen and writing everything out that was on her mind. And getting a letter back felt like a present. 

But on the other hand, this felt like a step toward something . . . new. Something more. Closer. 

She looked up at 202. A curtain twitched, and she caught her breath. Cisco leaned against the glass, spotted her, and lifted his hand in a wave. 

She waved back. 

She'd seen him a couple of times, leaving something at her door or going to grab his mail. She liked his face and his smile, what she'd seen of them. 

He saw the note in her hand. That much was obvious. Even from here, he looked a little nervous. Or maybe that was her, projecting. 

She pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped in his number. He looked away from the window, reached out to grab something, and lifted his phone to his ear.

"Hi," she said shyly. "It's Caitlin."

His smile spread over his face, big enough to bathe her in warmth from one floor and a whole courtyard away. "Hi, Caitlin," he said. "Cisco here."

She smiled back. "So. How's your day going?"

It would be a long time before they actually got to meet in person, without a mask. But she was looking forward to it.

FINIS

[multifandomshorts]

Can you do a the flash one shot of a teenage Metahuman going to the team for help to control their lightning powers

(Ooh, yes! In fact, I think this might be an opportunity for a light crossover. Nothing difficult to follow, you don’t need to know the fandom for it to make sense. Hope you like it!)

(Sorry this took so long btw. School’s really adding to the work I have to do)

I still remember the night the particle accelerator exploded vividly. It was unforgettable. Nothing ever stuck with me like that night.  I had heard what sounded like an animal knocking over the trash cans in our yard. When I went out it was dark and storming. There was a lot of lightning. It lit up the yard for a brief moment and I saw what looked like a person laying on the ground by the cans. I had considered going back inside but I was worried about them.

Lightning flashed again as I crept closer. It was a man. He looked terrible and he was wearing a jacket with a bird on the shoulder. He might not have even been alive. I had reached down and touched his arm. A sharp electric shock jumped through my arm. After flinching away, I reached down again, this time firmly grabbing his shoulder. That was when the wave from the explosion hit.

When I woke up it was morning. My neighbor was shaking me. She had looked deathly afraid and was holding a phone to her ear. She had seen me and the man on the ground when she had come outside that morning. I looked over at him. He was dead. No doubt about it, laying there with his eyes open. The police arrived soon after, followed by an ambulance. My parents came out when they heard the sirens. Some people came and took the body of the man away. I had given a statement and was contacted no further.

It had been a few days before anything unusual happened. I was on my phone when my cat fell off the top of the fridge and landed on me. It scared me and I dropped my phone. Once I was sure my cat was okay, I looked for my phone. I was bewildered to find it darkened and smoking. After school the next day I went to the store to see if it could be fixed. They said it was beyond repair and that I would need a new one. I was understandably upset. The lights in the store all started to flicker and I was distracted by that. That’s when it had stopped.

For months I would gradually notice more and more things like that. I tried to control it, but it never worked. I just lived with the little accidents and avoided situations where it could go south. Years passed like that and metahumans became known. And often feared. I was afraid that someone would notice what I did, but I was able to keep it hidden.

Recently things have started to get out of hand. The surges of electricity are becoming stronger. It’s more difficult to avoid accidents and being exposed. It’s time to get help. Star Labs has been suspiciously associated with a lot of the meta activity in the city. I’m surprised more people haven’t looked into what they do there. They’re my best chance at controlling my powers as far as I know. I need to go to them.

When I go inside the ground level there’s no one there. I walk around for a bit and find the elevators. The doors open on a lower level. As I am stepping out, a man with long hair rushes into the room.

“Ah-ha, who are you and how did you get down here?” he laughs nervously, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me back to the elevator. 

“Wait, I was hoping you could help me.” He stops trying to push me out and squints at me with suspicion.

“With what…?” he asks.

I hesitate for a moment, knowing that if my suspicions are wrong, I could be in danger. But I know if I do not take a chance I might lose control at a bad time and end up worse off. So, hesitantly, I bring up a hand and let electricity travel between my fingertips.

He looks at my hand then at my face, seemingly contemplating something.

“All right.” He nods. “Come with me.” I follow him down the hallway he came from. “My name’s Cisco by the way. What exactly do you need help with?”

“I have a hard time controlling my power. It’s getting harder and harder.”

“We’ll see what we can do.”

Cisco leads me into a larger room filled with all sorts of technology. There are two women standing at a long desk thing with advanced computers.

“This is Caitlin–” Cisco says, gesturing at one of them. “–and Iris” He gestured at the other. They look up at us.

“Who’s this?” Iris asks. Cisco opens and closes his mouth.

“I never got your name,” he says, turning to me. I introduce myself to them and they shake my hand in turn.

“So, what are your powers?” Caitlin asks.

“I can control electricity. Well, I can’t really control it, that’s my problem,” I tell her.

“All right, can you tell me where you were and what you were doing when you got your abilities?” She asks.

“I was in my yard and I was helping an unconscious man who had knocked over my garbage cans.”

“Hm, were you doing anything with electricity? Was there anything odd about him?” Caitlin asks.

I shake my head. “Well— actually, he shocked me when I touched him.”

“That’s a starting point!” she says, giving me a bright smile.

“Have you ever been able to use your powers at will?” Cisco asks.

I explain how I can use them but can’t control them well, and how there are also times when my powers go out of my control even if I don’t intend to use them in the first place.

“I can help test their abilities,” Iris suggests.

“That would be great,” Caitlin says. “Can I have some non-invasive DNA samples from you first?” she asks me.

I hesitate but agree. After she takes them, Iris and Cisco wave me over.

“Come with us while Caitlin starts running those tests. We’re going to see what you can do in action,” Cisco tells me.

I follow them through a few halls and into a larger room.

“This is where we put metas’ abilities to the test,” Iris says, gesturing around. The room is spacious and looks safe.

“Could you generate some electricity for us?” Cisco asks.

“Sure, but I’d feel more in control if I had something to aim it at.”

He nods, holding up a finger, and walks away. A minute later he comes back in holding a rubber ball.

“If I toss this in the air do you think you can hit it?” he asks.

“I’m not sure…”

“Would you be kind enough to give it a shot?”

I nod, stepping back in anticipation. He tosses it, underhanded, into the air. I’m nervous and I try to hit it too quickly. A thread of lightning strikes the wall, which thankfully seems to be designed for resistance to that.

“That’s okay, try it again,” Iris says with a nod and an encouraging smile.

“Pretty good for a first try. I’m impressed and a little scared,” Cisco chuckles.

My heart flutters with nervous relief that they’re not upset. I hadn’t expected this much support, and it warms every part of me right down to the fingertips. It’s in my finger tips that I feel the electricity have a welcoming hum for the first time.

“Ready?” Cisco asks.

I nod.

He throws the ball into the air.

This time I’m ready for it. No panic. Just the calm in the center of the storm.

My lightning strikes true.

[mieczyhale]

a messy explanation of things and unnecessary information about life lately

soooo... right. i’m sorry i haven’t really been around aside from popping in here and there, and that i’ve been taking longer than usual to reply to things / not replying to things at all. it’s NOT that i’m upset with anyone or trying to ignore / avoid anyone, and it’s not that i don’t care / don’t love talking to you (whomstever you may be) i love chatting with y’all and wish i could get myself to reply to things quicker but i do not control the me lmfao honestly my sleep has never had a schedule but in recent weeks it’s kinda been operating like there’s a lil gremlin in my head who spins a wheel and picks my sleeping times at random - and it’s either like.. two hours or most of a day. there hasn’t been a lot of in between so that’s a thing!!

also in a fun added mix of maybe sleep?, missing meds, being stuck in the house more often than not, and the FUCKING EVERYTHING happening in the world right now my mental health is... probably run by the same goblin that runs my sleep schedule lmao consistency whomst?? since the lockdown started the depression has of course been around more but actually, worse than that, is how my anxiety - and by extension: my ocd - have really amped up and i need y’all to know that the struggle is painfully real (and another thing that affects shit like my replies and writing. reading as well. fics have been kinda stressful and that should be illegal. who authorized this?) i don’t hate talking about it but i don’t really like it either?? especially like.. in depth. but i will say there has been crying, screaming, pain!, and i’ve acquired a few physical injuries.

so

yeah

on a personal level - a ‘just me’ level - shit is an even bigger mess than usual lmao but all these things will get better eventually - they always do. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

NOW

ON A PERSONAL LEVEL - THE FULL LEVEL - THINGS.... are pretty great actually! i mean aside from the state of my fucking house e__e but Josh has been working from home for two (2) months now and it’s been really nice - people complaining about their partners being home?? can’t relate. yknow what?? i just might love that tall bastard even more from all this.fuck all y’all miserable fucks

we’ve been going out for drives and we’ve gone fishing and the only place i’ve gone too that’s re-opened is goodwill. because i require.. the shop. they do have a masks required rule! (at least at the one here) and, alongside that, the places we’ve gone that never closed (like grocery stores and the gas station and the hardware store) have social distancing rules and stuff in place which i love. can we keep social distancing after this is all over?? more things here in wisconsin are opening up and we might go to some. idk though. we also might not. either way its still a weird kind of exciting to see things opening back up?? even though i do think we’re not totally in the clear because most of our gov. sucks (our mayor tried to extend our stay-at-home order - keyword there is TRIED. we are the land of cheese, cows, and no fucking braincells for anyone) 

having pets is obviously not a new thing for me but it’s still a thing. so it takes time and effort and energy and patience and love and a certain disregard for your own safety (claws. they really be as sharp as you think) so... it can be stressful, especially cuz we’ve had to keep them inside more as it gets hot out and something keeps breaking our porch screens (our cats are allowed onto our screened in porch or they can go out in a harness but we will never let them run free outside. fuck that noise)  my bbies are all so cute and their personalities and idiosyncrasies are just... *chefs kiss* i love em and they’re definitely a part of what has made quarantine better

i’ve seen my mom a few times, like for my birthday and when she needed help moving Isaiah from one dorm to another and such, but that’s primarily been an option because she has become anti-mask and anti-stay-at-home-order. initially she wasn’t - she gave Isaiah and i fun lil masks since at that time trying to buy them would be impossible and she thought nothing of staying home - but i guess either as its dragged on or as she’s consumed her middle-right wing news that changed s o. she does take social distancing in public very seriously though, so at least there’s that. our favorite coffee shop, where we - pre-lockdown - always went one (1) or two (2) times a week to do art for hours re-opens on monday and that’s one of the few things i’ve truly missed.

josh’s camping trip for this weekend with his friends had to be cancelled because the parks weren’t going to open in time. so today they’re going somewhere to do at least some of the things they would have done if they had gone camping. bikes, bonfires, and cigars. i’m kinda jealous negl but he was really excited about it so mostly i’m happy

trying to figure out how human services was running things during lockdown was rough but thankfully it didn’t take much to get it sorted. mostly because my mom made the phone call i was supposed to lol (the phone anxiety is on its own level) so wednesday afternoon my mom sat with me while i had the appointment with my psychiatrist over speakerphone (which was.. an experience)

ummm.....

OH YEAH! Probably absolutely my favorite thing that’s happened is: WE’RE STARTING THE SEARCH FOR A NEW HOUSE!!!! it doesn’t mean we’re gonna be moving soon or anything, we don’t want to make the same mistake twice (buying the first house you tour that you love) because while it is a great house ultimately it is way too small for us. i mean there’s me and josh, all six cats, and ALL OUR SHIT. listen: i have an entire room dedicated to my various hobbies. and a walk in closet that isn’t big enough. and we both have collections we love and want to display (right now upstairs its hello kitty and downstairs its astronomy and the titanic. and then there’s pop figures, mtg, collectibles, our bottle collection and various knickknacks, etc.) plus all our books! then furniture and cat furniture (i.e towers) and all their shit because they are spoiled babies. and god forbid we ever have a human kid?? yeah. it’s just not big enough. 

so we’re gonna take more time with this choice but what we do know is:: we wanna live out in the country (i’m paranoid and don’t like to be looked at and he loves the outdoors, lived on a farm for awhile. i also enjoy the outdoors but mostly since we moved into this house i’ve struggled with doing anything outside... while we only have one neighbor on our road. but there’s one across the road and one at the other side of our backyard and that’s just too much lol) 

lets see.. um.... my birthday was may 2nd and that was pretty nice, for a pandemic birthday. there’s been a lot of stuff happening involving josh’s family but that’s not something i really wanna get into on here, tho i will say things have been better in recent weeks and it’s been... really nice. josh and i went to his mom’s house the other night and got drunk with her for fun and i actually had a really good time?? and didn’t complain about going?? that’s kinda unheard of.

i don’t have a job anymore - haven’t since early march-ish - and it kinda sucks but also the universe really did me a solid because my choices were either allow myself to work until i have a mental break again or quit. and i was leaning towards quitting (things had been going down hill with the owner and other employees and just the business as a whole for awhile and there’s a limit to the amount of bullshit i can take thanks) but now it doesn’t seem i have to. why do i think i’m jobless? i was barely working anyway, bc of the snow business was slow, and in march i got really sick and stayed home for a week. the day i was supposed to go back i was still sick, and covid19 was starting to become more of a serious situation everywhere, so josh called in for me and explained that between still being sick and my anxiety over covid (asthma + a not so great immune system) i wasn’t going in that day. i never heard from them again. so. 

but it’s all good - there are some options but i’m not looking into them seriously until it’s safe to.

SO

THAT’S ALL OF FUCKING THAT ON THAT

i felt it wouldn’t be a bad idea to come on here and explain A. what’s been going on and B. where i’ve been and C. that if i haven’t responded to you or acknowledged something you sent me / tagged me in it’s literally just because i either forgot to (for all reasons and none) or i don’t have the mental space / energy to. but that doesn’t mean you have to stop talking to me! even if i don’t respond or respond immediately i do read everything and i would die for any one of you fuckers (especially my clowns and the tom hardy movie) 

oh! and just btw - sometimes i don’t get notifications (quelle surprise) tumblr and skype should really pair up and talk about their truly great systems that function so well /s 8| ANYWAY: the best and most reliable ways to get my attention are twitter ( @/mieczyhale) and discord (same name) because i have yet to see their notifications fail. ahem.

i feel like i’m missing things / forgetting things but honestly this post is long enough and also enough of a rambley mess that i’m just gonna try and ignore that feeling and carry on with my goddamn day so i might actually accomplish something. sorry if there’s spelling off or missing words. i’m not taking the time to re-read this and might even delete it bc it’s already giving me anxiety bUT WE’LL SEE ALRIGHT HI AND BYE I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

[dolphin-enthusiast]

buonasera my sugarplum! 🌺🌟💗 i hope you are well darling! it's lovely to be back this evening!! after all, the perfect end to my nights always seem to be writing you while i lounge with my cats,, sometimes sipping on something nice,, tonight i actually have some limoncello with me hehe, only a small amount of course! after all, i don't wanna end up accidentally getting tipsy again~ 😖 (though to be fair, it was my older brother's fault last time hehehe) (1/7)

"i'm so happy to hear that you have the same taste in AA characters as i do!! (even if i haven't gotten that far yet) i was doing some more looking around to pull me farther down the rabbit hole,, and i think i'm gonna start watching the anime by the end of the week! ahhh, i really can't wait to watch it, along with more of our show ✨😉 (2/7)

today was long, as i spent most of it helping out in the neighbor's garden,, but it was fun!! i had to water and check the progress of different crops, and harvest anything that was ready! i also had to check on the bunnies of course,, i went alone this time so it took a lot of strength to get the big food bag out 😅 (3/7)

i got to pick lots of vegetables to feed them too!! one of the bunnies, who i named torrone, ate a carrot right out of my hand,, and at one point, all of them came to sit with me~!! two even layed in my lap,, i was overjoyed! my mom couldn't believe it when i told her hehehe 🐰 (4/7)

ooh, and i was sitting outside with some tea for a few hours today, when i saw a baby frog hop over to me! he hopped onto my leg, and i carefully picked him up in a napkin to be safe,, he was so cute!! the little thing was barely the size of my fingertip, but he was very curious and ended up sitting with me for two whole hours! i named him mojito since he was a bright green, hopefully i'll see him again! (5/7)

the rest of my day was spent cooking dinner, trying to avoid random flirts online, and going shopping for liquors and liqueurs,, mamma likes to bring me with her to pick out new things (but mostly to advise her on what wines she should buy hehe) my parents both seemed exhausted by the evening, so i used it as an excuse to fix up some amaretto sours with some leftover mixers... they must've liked it enough to allow me a glass of whatever i wanted 😖❤ (6/7)

awaaaa,, all of this rambling tires me out,, but i'm really happy that you all don't mind it as much as others do,, oh my, they always tell me that i need to shut up ahaha 😂 oh goodness, it's quite late now though, so i think that's all for tonight! so goodnight cuore mio, sweet dreams!! i hope you wake up smiling in the morning 💞💞💞 - hugs from the other half of the planet, your waifu 💌✨💖💕💋🌹 ps: let's add me fixing up drinks for you to the bucket list of things to do 😘💓 (7/7)"

U have no idea (once again) how thrilled i am that u got into aa and d e a d a s s everyone loves edgeworth and franziska so really big brain taste👁️ but my advice would be to not watch the anime till u finish the og trilogy (a.k.a the first 3 games) since it basically spoils everything xhdhshs but tbh the anime isnt amazing and has lots of bruh moments animation wise yet i still love it lmao esp of the voice acting....both the dub and sub slap royally (edgeworth's dub voice doe😳😤) AND OUR S E C R E T SHOW MAN AM I EQUALLY AS THRILLED FOR U TO DISCOVER MORE OF THAT TOO

N E W A Y S i have to say im fully convinced that ur some sort of earth/nature/growth/nurture goddess in disguise bc animals flopping to u further proves it ksksks never in my life was i able to like hold onto a frog for hours u have magical powers dear😳😳😳😳 u could prob command and entire army of bunnies, frogs, cats and many more if u so desired-

Also whoever told u to shut up will get the stabby cuz i aint havin none of that bs 🗿🔪 this also applies to the random flirts trynna start bs (btw i totally forgot to answer one of quinn's asks that said there was another one on instagram? Coming @ u so im gonna address it here: WII GATHERIN THE CLOWN ARMY ONCE AGAIN SISTERS👀🔪👀🔪👀🔪)

On another note, i'd totally try out ur drinks bc cocktails are a big passion of mine (then again who doesnt love em) and even more so if ur the one who made them a h a

[samkat10423]

I’m Back!

Well, I’ve been sick for the past week and a half, so I really didn’t get much done on my town. But I did manage to complete a few lots – in between bouts of dizziness and general crappiness. 

One, was the new town library, which was donated to the town, after its elderly – as in 103 – owner bit the dust. She left it to the town with the stipulation that her 23 cats be allowed to continue to reside on the premises.  The town fathers reluctantly agreed – since this is prime real estate, in the better part of town – then got busy re-homing said cats. This turned out to be easier than they first thought, since all the poor sims in town live in rat-infested hovels, and each cat came with its own share of the late lady’s fortune – which she had left to her cats. (Turns out, it was only about $10 per cat –after the city fathers levied their “special” taxes against the estate; to the tune of about $2,000,000). Anyway, the library looks fairly nice on the outside, but still smells of cat on the inside, since the old coot didn’t believe in emptying her litter boxes. 

Right next door is the town museum, which houses all the loot the city fathers “liberated” from inbound ships, down at the port. (Notice a trend here?} It has antiquities from ancient Al Simhara, Champs Les Sims, Shang Simla, and someplace called Dragon Valley. Anyway, this lot originally came from TSR – I just relandscaped it, changed out all the windows, and tweaked some of the displays with CC that I have. 

While I was in that part of town, I plunked down a lot by ayyuff on one of Manu’s 26x26 lots. Anyway, I changed out all the windows, redid the siding, and then tweaked the landscaping – A lot! Although I did let them keep the pond – since I wanted it to tie in with its neighbors.  Inside, I pretty much gutted it, and went with crap from that Storybook set. 

Then, I built my poor sims this pub down by the waterfront. Nothing special – just your typical bar. And I forgot to take pictures inside, because I’m old and I forgot. But it’s a bar – ‘nuff said.

Then, in my continuing mission to pollute all the water and air is this part of town, I plunked down cyclonesue’s Glue Factory lot over by my new undertaker’s home. Since this is a much larger space, I decided to skooch her build all the way over to one end of the space, then added a small livery stable on the other. 

So you’re probably wondering why. Well, in my town history, sims who can afford them, are getting cars, which placed old John Helston in a bit of a bind. You see, he used to have the market on the carriage trade. Need to go somewhere, and you don’t want to walk? Call John! Sadly, as cars become more and more popular, no one needs to call John. So what to do with all those frammin horses? Well, he sold the young, healthy ones, but that still left him with all the oldies. Someone suggested that he, “Turn them out to pasture and let them enjoy their golden years.” Easy to say when it’s not your simoleons that are sliding down the proverbial drain. So John did what any astute businessman would do. He turned them into glue! (BTW, this is my new science rabbithole – I just placed the rug in the factory-part of the build) Oh! And that grate in front of the factory-part will have steam coming out – which you can’t see in build mode, but the fog emitters will make it look like steam there and in front of each of those dive wells – which are glue being processed.  I am so not right!

Anyway, I did some more, but this post is getting long, so I’ll save them for another.

[tarotdeckshuffle]

Witch and familiar au what if one of the guys from ff xv was cursed as a furry animal and mc, the local witch, finds them and takes care of them and poof they wake up with a half whatever animal/human in their bed and the other is just all "yeah so this awkward but I gotta a good explanation." Im leaning heavily on it being Prompto with some form of dog ears.

I’m glad I can finally get to this request, @roshytsunami! I was originally going to do HCs about a lot of characters in this situation, but now I think I’ll do a short fic.

I think your idea about half fish Noctis (wait, that’s a merman, right?) is awesome! I also really want to see faun Gladio (goat legs and maybe horns?) and maybe a half cat Ignis…rotfl idk. OHH! What about a half falcon Ravus, so he can have wings?!?! Or a wolfy Nyx?! Ok, I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t have time to write all of these right now >.

If any of these ideas sound good to you, please request them! I get to requests before originals and use them to gauge what ideas people think sound interesting.

Btw, Roshy is a mod for an upcoming Prompto centered zine that you can check out here!

Prompto just works too well with SnapChat…

Taglist: @idiotflowerex, @laststory1013, @sayaoqueen, @jophinabean, @mysme-already

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Love Spell

Eye of newt,Tongue of dove,A blue flame’s soot,NOW SHOW MY LOVE!

Over your table top cauldron you chanted, throwing each ingredient in. The small container bubbled with a pinkish liquid until you chanted the last line, in which it overflowed into yellow steam over the sides. It was the color of a sunflower explosion.

Fitting, considering who you were looking for.

You must be truly desperate to be trying your own spell to find him, you thought to yourself. The room around you stayed quiet as the yellow steam dissipated.

Life wasn’t easy for your friendly neighborhood modern witch. The tarot cards were moody and only liked to read misfortune while your modern cauldron was the size of a two cup measuring cup. Who could afford a giant cast iron pot these days? You made up most of your own spells because the ingredients for the ones you found in old books or online all called for expensive items that couldn’t be found in your city. You were a witch that flew by the seat of your pants, not a broom.

Without warning, the smell of the potion exploded into the room. It was an unpleasant combination like cheap cologne and a seeding mint plant. The odor overwhelmed your small flat and your ran to the kitchen window, throwing it open to gasp at the fresh air.

As your lungs took their fill, you lingered in the warm windowsill. The sun glowed on your skin, heating your body after the cold of your flat. Your fingers played in the soft soil of your flower box, dancing between your herb plants.

Your eyes stared off into the sunny day, willing you to wander down the busy streets below in search of him. You dreamed of him as your gaze settled on your neighbors yellow and orange marigolds. They reminded you of his hair and cheerful smile.

The man you loved had been gone for three days now. He had gone out to get you coffee and never returned. You missed your love and were worried sick about him.

Sure, you had only been dating for a few weeks now, but you knew you loved him the moment you met him. It was the type of situation where the word just fit. He was your sunshine: the light of your life and the warmth to your days. But you had been too scared to tell him that. Now, you were worried you’d never get the chance to.

It had been three sleepless nights, thousands of missed calls, and hundreds of hours out looking for him. But he was still gone without a trace.

You were woken from your daydream by a sound at the door: scratching. Oh by the six, had you summoned something with your made up ramblings?

You spun from the window, grabbing the first item that could be used as a weapon, which happened to be a large wooden spoon. You held your new sword before you, ready for whatever was going to tear your door down. Your breathing came in gasps and your hands shook as you listened to the soft scratching.

Every sound made you flinch. You felt certain that the front door would come flying towards you at any moment. Your heart beat thrummed in your ears.

Silence.

“HERE IT COMES here IT comes here it COMES here itcomeshereitcomes” the words tumbled through your mind faster than you could comprehend them.

But nothing happened.

The door stayed perfectly still. When a soft whimpering was heard from the other side.

It sounded like a puppy.

You willed your frozen feet to move, to help you find out what was outside that door. Your initial instinct was to believe it a daemon’s trick, something to lure you outside, but curiosity got the best of you.

One hand on the doorknob, the other holding your spoon up to strike, you whispered, “Please don’t kill me,” before you threw the front door open.

Staring ahead, you half expected to see some giant, red and black glowing beast, ready to tear you apart. Instead, there was nothing.

You looked down towards movement on the floor to see a golden colored puppy sitting at your feet.

The two of you stared at each other in confusion, before it barked at you with its shrill but adorable voice.

Your head snapped to the upheld spoon. “Sorry!” You apologized while lowering it. The puppy rose to all four feet, trying to measure up to you.

You picked up the small baby, holding it before you to examine it. “So…boy,” you confirmed. “Tell me, are you some great daemon in disguise that I summoned to bring about my own bloodied doom?” You looked the bundle of fluff in the eyes. He just whimpered and waged his tail at you.

“AWWWW! You’re too cute to be here to hurt me! Aren’t you little guy!” At the will of this squirming puppy, you became a baby talking, giddy, melty mess. If it was going to kill you, at least you’d die happy from seeing something so adorable. You carried the little pup inside, cradled in your arms.

The rest of your day was spent drenched in sunlight, warm away from your sorrow. You now had someone to care for.

You made some homemade food for your new friend and stitched up some makeshift toys. You would sprawl out on your living room rug and play with him. As the sun was setting, painting the bricks of your flat in orange, you realized he still didn’t have a name. You smiled, watching the puppy yawn, content to put the task off until tomorrow.

You cuddled into your bed, soft and safe from the world outside. Your new friend whimpered on the floor, until you relented, picking him up to cuddle into your blankets with you. He curled up in your arms and was soon snoring under your adoring gaze.

It felt like mere moments later when you awoke. Everything was so warm; from the morning sun streaming in, to your blankets, even the breath on your skin.

WAIT!

Breath on your skin?!

You looked down frantically. Were a soft puppy had once laid, now a blond haired handsome man lay, curled up against your chest.

Your cheeks burned red as you scuttled backwards. Your bed mate moaned in his sleep.

“PROMPTO!?!” You cried! Was he really here? Now? Was this a dream?

“Errmm, [Y/N]?” He blinked sleep filled eyes, trying to focus on you. “[Y/N]!!!!” He realized suddenly who you were, tackling you onto the other side of the bed.

He was so excited to see you! You had to close your eyes to the onslaught of kisses…very wet kisses.

“Prom! Where have you…what have you…” He pulled away from you, his sky blue eyes staring into yours. You couldn’t help but notice small, fluffy ears sticking out of his golden hair as his tongue lolled out his open mouth. “What happened?!”

“I missed you so much, [Y/N]! I swear I can explain everything!” He dove into a rambling story, a tail swishing in your sheets to his cadence.

Ears, tongue, a tail…had your puppy friend been Prompto?!

“Prom, Prompto, sunshine…PROM! Stop!” Finally you got him to quiet. “I don’t think it’s all worn off…” You picked up your phone to show him what he looked like in the camera. He stared obliviously happy at you as you took his picture.

You turned your phone around. It took him a moment to recognize his own reflection. When he did, he snatched the device from your hands.

“THAT’S ME?!” He cried as though it was your fault.

You just nodded, still in shock at the puppy boy in front of you. A blush bloomed again. You had slept with the puppy, you had rolled around on the floor with the puppy, you had seen the puppy’s…

He started to panic, still staring at your phone.

“You were that puppy!” The realization left your lips.

“YEAH! AND NOW I’M ME BUT I’M STILL PUPPY AND…” Prompto had at least triple your anxiety.

You took a moment to breath. Everything was crazy, but he was here now. That’s what mattered.

“Prom, what happened?” You hoped your forcibly calm voice would help him.

“There was this person and I bumped into them and they knew my name and then I saw them here and…”

He was going to give himself a panic attack at this rate! So, you stopped him in the best way you knew how.

You pressed your lips to his. You had missed these soft lips. You felt the tension in your body release as you tasted his wet lips, letting your souls click into place.

Gently, slowly, you pulled away. “What was that for?” Your sunshine asked breathlessly.

“True love’s kiss and all that jazz,” you replied softly, half hoping it had worked.

“Oh…better try again, then.” And in an instant, your lips were reunited.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks rise. You had never purposefully been in a bed with Prompto,  much less like this before!

As heat was starting to build, he suddenly pulled away, his eyes wide. He jumped out of the bed and made for the bathroom.

“Prom? Honey, what’s wrong?” You called, concerned by his sudden departure.

“Gotta go!” He called, slamming the door.

You smiled at the strange scene.

“IT’S REALLY HARD TO GO WHEN YOU KEEP TRYING TO RAISE YOUR LEG!” He yelled from the other side of the door. Yeah, your Prompto was back.

The rest of the morning was filled with a slow breakfast and as much time in each other’s arms as you could have. Prompto kept trying to lick you instead of kiss you and he accidently did whine a few times.

Eventually, you pieced together his story. It sounded like a rival witch had been trying to cast this spell on you, when Prompto walked out of your apartment and right into it! You laughed with him but vowed to get revenge on whoever did this.

With a little bit of research and luck, you discovered that Prompto’s transformation would go away with time and “warm love”. He would need to constantly be around someone he loved, to take care of them and be cared for, until all the symptoms went away, or else he would transform back into a puppy!

“You poor thing! The shock of the transformation must have scared you so bad that you ran away!” You pet his head, trying to comfort him through understanding.

Prompto laughed nervously.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I guess…this means the cat’s out of the bag…heh or the dog.” He did a weak finger guns to you.

“What?”

“The ‘L’ word stuff! LOVE! Now you know…” He looked down sadly. “And I never got to surprise you or make it super romantic or something…”

You smiled, pulling him in close for a tight hug. “Yeah, but I don’t need that, because I have you.” You pulled away to hold is face in your hands. “Prompto, I love you and I never want to lose you again.”

His eyes sparked. “I love you, too, [Y/N]. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

You held each other tight, wrapped in the strongest magic the world had ever known: Love.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I was a pretty cute puppy, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, you still are!”“I am not!” “You can still be very dog-like at times.”

“Well, you don’t need a leash to keep me around.” ;)

“What if I want one?”

“What?”

“What?”

[kizunatsudoishi]

Think of this from an outside perspective, have someone who’s never seen/ heard of or played those games. If you showed them that photo set they would have thought it was a model of a child. You know why? Because it does look like a child. If you have to explain “oh see... he’s actually an adult!! And I only think he looks attractive because it’s the character” they would only think you were trying to cover your ass for finding a child’s appearance sexy (which at this point you really are)

“Outside perspective”, my god I pity you nonny. You are really desperate for an argument, aren’t you?

Firstly, the internet has NO FILTER. Anyone surfing the internet is responsible for their own experience.

Secondly, I posted those pics ON TUMBLR. You know, the Tumblr that is infamous on the internet for weird, fandomy shitz. I specifically tagged them sefikura. For the Cloud only pics I tagged Cloud Strife, ffxiv, lalafell and that’s pretty much it. Have you ventured in the cloud strife tag? I have to tell you that my lalafell pic with like, 10 notes at best? is not even close to the most toxic shitz that tag has to suffer. I don’t even see my pics surfing that tag!!

“If you showed them your photos” my god nonny, do you honestly think that I’m showing those pics to my parents and neighbors and their dogs and cats?? I DAre you to find my lalafell!Cloud pic anywhere else that isn’t linked to Tumblr or my personal Facebook. Heck I don’t even caption anything on Facebook. At most you could find is like, 1 cover photo and 1 other avatar. My Facebook is also private btw, so good luck finding it. 🤷‍♀️

The “they” you’re so insisting about is really non-existent. Why would I care about non-existent “they” assuming me a pedo? Is this “they” you? Is this “they” somebody on the internet that knows nothing about me and likes to make assumptions since they felt entitled like that? Is this “they” the non-existent internet mob that coming after my 10 notes post about lalafell, sth comes from a fucking video game?

Oh my god I’m literally trembling and shaking right now.

Because I don’t care about you, or your invalid argument. Though, I find amusement from your pathetic asks so I still keep entertaining you, despite many good people tell me to shut you up and block you out. Seeing your futile attempt to condemn me with non-existent internet mob really makes me laugh.

I already said so much about that “looking like a child” point it’s getting redundant. I find Cloud attractive. I have thousands if not tens of thousands of post about Cloud. I have zero posts about children whatsoever. But wait, the valiant nonny from the bushes spotted me for daring to post about lalafell!Cloud, saying the word sexy, that word is taboo for even adult lalafells y’know, so that’s must be pedo!! I guess I must be stopped by anonymous asks!! 🙄 Oooh scary. The power of SJW really compels me y’all. I am subdued.

Y’know what, since lalafells are actually human babies, and last time those lala were plotting evil shitz while controlling Ul’dah’s economy and politics left and right, I guess real human babies are evil too! Somebody go back in time and kill baby Hitler now quick!!

You spotted somebody saying lala!WoL is sexy!! And ooooh, your brain started reeling, “sexy” for Lala is baaaad, so this must be your chance to take up that keyboard and type!! You are so compelled to lecture your ideal on other people!! Because your ideal must be absolutely aBsOlUtElY rIgHt. You don’t even bother to look at their reason, oh no. That would mean admitting defeat!! You can’t have that now. So you must bring in the power of the condemnation of the “they”. Who are “they”? Who knows. But that sounds like a lot of people, so that must be scary.

Sarcasm aside, it seems to me that your tiny closed minded sad excuse of a brain can’t comprehend that there exists people who CAN tell fiction from reality. I could let you feel free to attack me with your asks. I won’t even try to answer you or give reason, but I will write something like that snippet above. The story of a keyboard warrior of justice, who fends off the eeevil 10 notes post on the internet. Wow. Very impressive indeed. But, since I know that your silly little arguments won’t get anywhere better from here, I’d stop for my dear followers’ sake.

Between playing with you and maintain my blog relatively drama-free filling it with Cloud Strife and Sephiroth stuffs like I always do, I’d obviously pick the latter. If you keep sending asks though, I’d laugh at it because boohoo some internet cuck whining about that harmless 10 notes post, probably share it to some of my close friends to share the humor, and then bye bye into the trash can, your sad arguments forever lost in the void of Tumblr, never seen or remembered ever again. 💁‍♀️

[d-structive]

Oh, boy...My poor heart..

Random pointless story time. A fresh one.

So...I’m here...Watching videos on youtube...Having my fun, watching freakin Markiplier being a terrible queen...

My sister enters in my room cuz she needed to asking me something. Casually she says “Hey, but....Wait...Isn’t the cat in here with you?“. Panic. We look for him in the whole house, but he’s just not inside. (Little premise...I do not allow to my cat -or dog- to stay outside at night. Add to this, that lately is rainy and it is cold...And my cat is a Balinese cat. Ergo: He has no undercoat to protect him from cold climate. He really risks, in staying outside when is cold.)

To sum the story in a nutshell...Somehow, my father managed to let the cat escape some hours before and he didn’t even noticed it. Is now around 1.00 am and the cat is outside, under the rain, at the cold. And I can’t see shiet cuz is dark.

So, there is me...Like an idiot...Under the rain, in the dark, with a flashlight, walking like a thief right in front to my neighbors houses, looking for a cat who is in nowhere to be found. There are weird noises (I really have no clues about the heck I heard before btw...), owls are screeching like crazy all around..Is all creepy as shiet.

...And did I mentioned that apparently there’s an escaped puma who freely roams around in my area?

I’m already mentally pulling down all the saints and curses I do know, when suddently...From total darkness, dressed COMPLETELY in black, pops out in front of me, from the wood, in total silent, somebody who just says to me in a calm tone “Hahaha.. I just came from the wood.”.

Can’t see shiet. I’m already raising the flashlight up above my head.

...If somebody dies tonight, oh boy, you better believe it will not be me.

AND! Is the freakin son of my neighbors. One of the four they have.

Now...I don’t know the heck this dude was exactly doing alone, in the wood, under the rain, at late night, sneaking around like a shadow...But sure as heck I lost years of my life.

I breathe again.

“Uhhhh..Hi? Er..Say..Did you happen to see a white cat around here, perhaps? We kinda lost it.“ I nervously ask. Still recovering. My old tiny black heart cannot handle this kind of real shit...

“Hahaha. Nah.“ He says, still in a calm tone, while walking to his home, opening the gate like if nobody else was there with him at all.

I dunno if he was high or something, but I swear...He was suspicious as F. I just quickly returned back inside my home, closed the gate behind me and just waited for a while, before to return outside with my sister.

A minute later, cat just comes back at home meowing like the idiot he is, soaked, cold and trembling for the cold. He’s fine now. He’s sleeping on my lap and he’s warm.

I just risked an heart attack because stupid cat. Better if he starts to love me more, after this...

[candescentcalum]

I Can’t Remember (Part 3)

Summary: A frat!calum fic about frat boy Calum and sorority girl Y/N who are bitter rivals but end up waking up next to each other one morning after a drunken night of shenanigans and have to figure out what happened before anyone finds out.

Okay so y'all did a really magical and wonderful thing and got part 2 to 100 notes in less than 12 hours (how idk) so here's part 3 for y'all! 

You can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here!

Once again, the 4th and final part will be posted when this post reaches 100 notes! Hope you guys like it! I think this was my favorite section to write btw 

Words: 2414

Warnings: just language!

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"So you're positive this is the right place?" you asked Calum. You had received a text from him saying he knew where you guys went after the party so you had rushed to meet up with him and were now standing in front of Uncle Bob's Family Diner.

"For the hundredth time, yes Y/N." Calum replied annoyed.

"Well, I'm just checking." you countered.

"This isn't the only diner downtown you know." you said.

"I know, but it is the only diner that the fraternity ever goes to so it would only make sense if this is the one we went to last night." Calum explained as he walked through the diner doors, walking in first and letting the door partially close in front of your face. You scoffed at his actions and followed him in. You were immediately greeted by the amazing smell of burgers being grilled and a friendly waitress behind the counter.

"Well hey there you two!" she said with a huge smile adorning her face. You smiled back at her politely.

"I'm guessing we were here last night then." Calum whispered to you as you both walked up to the counter to talk to the waitress.

"How's your stomach feeling this morning?" she asked Calum.

"My stomach?" Calum asked confused.

"Yeah! I mean, you did eat a lot of fries last night." The waitress explained.

"You broke the record for most fries eaten in one sitting. Come to think of it that's all you two got was fries." the waitress laughed and pointed to a picture that was hanging on the wall right next to the doorway. You both turned around to see that there was in fact a picture of you on the wall. In the picture, you and Calum were sat in one of the booths with 2 giant and empty platter trays sitting in front of him. He had a huge grin on his face and was giving the camera a thumbs up while you were sticking your tongue out and had your arms draped around Calum's neck.

"You two make quite the cute couple, you know." the waitress said with a wink.

"No,no no we aren't a couple. I would never," Calum rushed to say, gesturing wildly at the air in-between the two of you.

"We actually hate each other's guts." you chimed in with a laugh. The waitress just nodded, not really believing what either of you were saying.

"Picture tells a different story." she said under her breath as she turned to go back into the kitchen.

"Wait!" Calum shouted.

"Did we happen to say anything about where we were going after we left?" he asked her. She turned back around to tell us we didn't say specifically where we were going, but that she saw us turn left and walk down the street when we left through the front doors.

"That wasn't as helpful as I was hoping." you muttered as you left the diner.

"At least we know which direction we went in." Calum pointed out as we started making our way further downtown.

"Yeah, but we literally could've gone anywhere after that Calum. There's so many shops and restaurants down here, it could take us forever to figure out where we went." you sighed.

"Can you slow down? My legs aren't nearly as long as yours." you complained as you trailed behind Calum. He was walking at a normal pace for himself, but much too fast for you.

"Grow some more legs short stack." Calum retorted without slowing down at all.

"I'm surprised you can even walk this fast considering all those fries from last night are probably weighing you down." you muttered under your breath.

"Do you think I like having to hang out with you all day and going all over the entire fucking city?" Calum asked angrily as he stopped walking and turned around abruptly, almost causing you to run straight into his chest.

"Because I certainly don't Y/N." Calum informed you.

"As if I enjoy this any more than you do." you snapped as you poked his chest, moving him backwards a couple steps.

"Oh for the love of god shut up," Calum groaned.

"All you Alpha's ever do is think of yourselves."

"What a Theta thing of you to say." you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.

"That doesn't even make sense! You think all-"

"Hey Y/N!" a very tall and burly man interrupted Calum. He was muscular and had tattoos covering about every inch of his visible skin. You just then noticed you two had been standing in front of a tattoo shop, Lucky Stars.

"How's that tattoo doing?" he asked you, seemingly oblivious to the screaming match he had interrupted.

"You have a tattoo?" Calum asked you in disbelief. To him, you just didn't seem like the type to ink your skin permanently.

"No, I don't. I think you're confusing me with a different Y/N." you said to the man.

"No, you were both in last night. You got a small letter on the inside of your right ankle." the man explained to you. You quickly ripped off your converse shoe and your sock on your right foot and looked at your ankle. And there in tiny bold font was a lowercase 'c', still raised and a little red from the tattooing the night before.

"C as in Calum?" Calum asked with a shit eating grin on his face. You just stood there with your mouth wide open. You were at a loss for words.

"This is golden. Alpha Phi is gonna love this." Calum said as he burst into hysterics, laughing on the sidewalk like a hyena.

"Well why are you laughing at her man? You got one too." The tattoo artist said to Calum. He immediately stopped laughing and widened his eyes in shock. Now it was your turn to laugh at his expense.

"Where?" he asked in horror.

"Big toe." is all the man could say before Calum was quickly taking his shoes and socks off like you had been just moments before.

"Who the fuck gets a tattoo on their big toe?" you snorted, Calum just glaring at you. He checked his left foot first and found nothing, so he moved on to the right one and found the same size and font letter as yours but his was a (y/f/i) instead of a 'c'.  

"No." he said more to himself than to anyone else.

"Theta Chi's gonna love this." you said in a mocking tone.

"I mean, I'm pissed that I have to have this morons first initial on my foot but it makes it better knowing he has mine on his fucking big toe as well." you exclaimed with laughter.

"We are idiots." Calum shook his head in utter disbelief. He had gotten plenty of tattoos before, but none this stupid.

"Yeah but you're a bigger idiot because you got yours on your big toe." you laughed.

"Okay, enough with the big toe." Calum begged. He would never hear the end of this from you. You were still mad about it, but at least yours was in a normal place. And plus your childhood cats name started with a 'c' so if all else fails you could just imagine you got it in memory of him.

"I'll leave you two to it then." the tattooist said.

"Last time I tattoo any college kids past 11pm." He muttered to himself.

"Wait," I blurted out.

"Did we happen to say where we were going after this?" you asked. He thought about it for a second before replying.

"Yeah, you said something about needing to go back to your apartment to feed your dog. You actually mentioned it multiple times now that I think of it." he told you before he stepped back into his shop and closed the door.

"Feed my dog? I don't own a dog." you scrunched your nose up in confusion as Calum started walking in the direction you had just come from.

"Back to the drawing board I guess."

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"Well today was a bust." you said as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.

"I still can't believe I have your initial tattooed on me." Calum shook his head.

"Me either, but at least we were both stupid and not just one of us. It'll make a funny story someday." you replied. Calum had no reaction.

"Look, I'm sorry for earlier." you apologized and stopped walking up, Calum following suit.

"I snapped and I shouldn't have and I'm sorry."

"An Alpha actually apologizing for something for once? Is hell freezing over?" Calum asked with his hand over his heart in mock shock.

"I didn't have to apologize you know." you reminded him as you abandoned the conversation and went to take another step up when Calum's hand grabbed your forearm, stopping you.

"I know," Calum spoke.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You were being sincere and I accept the apology." Calum said with the smallest of smiles on his face.

"I'm sorry too. I've just been really stressed out today about this whole thing and any of the greek members finding out." Calum admitted as you both began walking again.

"Me too! You agreed.

"Literally if anyone finds out, our heads will be on sticks." you both laughed as you finally reached your floor. You were fishing your keys out of your purse when you noticed your apartment neighbor opening his door to leave. You grabbed Calum's arm in a revelation.

"Ow!' Calum exclaimed.

"What was that for?"

"Calum, we have super thin walls." you started, ignoring Calum's groans of pain.

"If we had sex last night, he'll know." you gestured towards your neighbor Tommy, who was now fully outside in the hallway.

"I'm about to have the most embarrassing conversation of my life." you whispered to Calum as you turned to chase after Tommy who was now halfway to the stairs. Calum started to protest, but let you go. This wouldn't just be embarrassing for you, it would be embarrassing for Calum as well.

"Hey Tommy!" you called out.

"Hey Y/N, look I'm running late for class and I -"

"I just have one question."

"What is it?" Tommy sighed, turning to face you completely.

"Did you hear us in my apartment last night?" you gestured back at Calum as he waved awkwardly to the two of you.

"I heard you guys arguing for an hour about what to watch on Netflix." Tommy replied and tried to turn around and start walking again, but you grabbed his arm before he could.

"But I mean did you hear anything else?" you were trying to hint at the point you were trying to get across without actually having to say it out loud. Tommy looked back and forth between you and Calum a couple times before finally picking it up.

"You're asking me if you two had sex last night." Tommy stated, clearly amused.

"No I didn't hear anything sexual happening in your apartment." Tommy waved goodbye and started making his way to the stairs again. You turned around to look at Calum with your fists in the air and a look of triumph on your face.

"But are you really sure? Like really really sure?" Calum called out to Tommy. Tommy groaned before walking back up to the two of you and looking Calum straight in the eyes.

"Look, as creepy as it seems, I know what it sounds like when she has a boy over. We have very thin walls. You two did absolutely nothing with each other whatsoever." Tommy confirmed as he quickly spun back around, now very late for class.

"Either that or you're really bad in bed." he said to Calum with a light laugh as he started to descend the stairs.

"Hear that? Either we didn't have sex or you're really bad at it!" you exclaimed.

"Well we didn't sleep together then, because I'm great." Calum informed you. You rolled your eyes.

"Hope this conversation with Tommy didn't hurt your masculinity too much." you mocked with a smile. Calum just shook his head and smirked. You were about to look for your keys again when Calum suddenly picked you up into a hug and spun you around.

"We didn't have sex! This is literally such great news!" he shouted out as he put you back on the ground.

"Sorry, that was a little weird, wasn't it?" Calum rubbed the back of his neck.

"Just a little." you laughed. In actuality, you hadn't minded it too much. When you had first met Calum you had really liked him and thought he was very attractive, and then you found out he was a Theta and lost all interest based purely upon the long standing rivalry. After pledging Alpha Phi, you learned to despise Calum and the rest of his fraternity. You still thought he was hot, but knew nothing would come of it. And then this whole debacle happened and it got you thinking: were the Theta's really that bad? Like sure, you were all sworn enemies and whatever but spending all this time with Calum made you realize that he was literally just another person, not this big, bad, flaming ball of masculinity and immaturity you had grown up thinking Theta's always were. Looking back on it, you really hadn't minded spending more time with Calum. Not at all.

"You're not so bad for an Alpha." Calum said as he stepped closer to you.

"And you're not so bad for a Theta." you replied back, stepping into him as well. The two of you were now so close that you could smell the mousse that he put in his hair. Calum slowly started leaning down towards you and you could feel your body moving on its tip toes in anticipation. He moved his hand up to cup the side of your face and your lips were mere centimeters away when both of your phones went off, scaring the both of you and causing you to jump back in surprise. You could see disappointment in Calum's eyes when you looked at him initially, but then confusion when he looked at his phone. You did the same, unlocking your phone and looking at the text you had been sent. It was one big group chat between the Alpha's and the Theta's reading:

Emergency greek meeting. frat house. NOW

[himbowelsh]

Omg, Phyllis/Phil and Nix was sooo adorable! 😍 And then those gifs of that scene ... and now i kinda want to prompt you with Dick giving Lew a dog after the war because he knows how much Lew miss having a dog 😇 Floofff!! Btw, I feel like Dick is more of a cat person somehow but he still likes all kind of animals really (like me *cough*) .... does Dick need to have a cat? I feel like he does.

He’s never been much for surprises — which is usually okay, because the people he’s closest too are rarely inspired to surprise him. It’s not as if he doesn’t like them, or they don’t care enough. There’s a silent agreement between him and the people he knows that as long as he doesn’t inconvenience them with something unexpected, they’ll show him the same decency.

Kathy’s letter was a nasty surprise — though, in retrospect, he can’t call it unexpected. He knew it was coming, and that she would take as much as her immaculately manicured hands could carry with her. He didn’t expect to lose his house, or his dog. That was the really low blow.

She took the dog for Maddie, she explained (in a separate later months later, in response to his profanity-laden reply). Their little girl is attached to Sammy. Lewis could never be so cruel as to take him away from her, could he?

(He could, if he had any delusion that Maddie would be coming to visit him. His ex-wife took his dog so there’s nothing for his little girl to come back to — especially not him.)

In short, Lewis has had his fill of surprises for the year. Hell, he’d be fine being done with them for a lifetime.

His father presenting him with a brand new house on his return to Nixon wasn’t expected, but it wasn’t a surprise. It’s not like Lewis could live in a house that doesn’t belong to him anymore. Of course, he knows what it really is — his father’s grand gesture to congratulate him for not dying.

(His father bought his way out of the first war. He doesn’t understand why Lewis went. He will never understand that clawing, overpowering sense of desperation — the need to escape the stagnancy of a life encased in gold, to stand up and do something instead of letting the rest of the world fall to hell while you just watch. These are feelings his father could never relate to. On the days that Lewis wonders if his fatal flaw isn’t the whiskey but his similarities to his father, he reminds himself of this.)

Dick Winters showing up on his doorstep that January with new callouses on his hands, a just-purchased suit, and a puppy is almost too much of a surprise for Lewis to take.

“Dick,” he blurts out, because his tongue has caught up with his eyes faster than his brain. When he blinks past the hangover haze, Dick is still there. Flakes of snow dust his honey-bronzed hair, but he’s grinning warm as the Lancaster sun.

“Hi, Nix,” he says. “I got you something.”

Lewis gapes at him for a few seconds longer before remembering himself, tugging the door open. Dick gratefully steps inside, kicking ice off his shoes on the front porch. “You shouldn’t have,” he says, (at this point assuming the something is the dog, not Dick himself).

Dick huffs a laugh. Still bundled up in his coat, he presses the leash into Lewis’s hands before turning to shrug off his coat. Lewis finds himself staring into the warm brown eyes of a wriggly German Shepherd puppy.

“Uhh - Dick?”

“Yes?” Dick seems to be looking for a coat rack, bless him. At his father’s house the butler would take his coat, but here Lewis just grunts towards the closet at the far end of the foyer. He’s still blinking at the puppy, and the puppy is blinking back at him. The longer he stares, the more convinced he becomes that he’s dreaming.

“Care to tell me why there’s a small, furry bundle of joy in my house?”

Dick turns back to him, in that infuriatingly nonchalant way that makes him seem so innocent when he’s anything but. “It’s your new dog,” he says with a shrug. Lewis’s throat feels a little tight.

“You got me a dog.”

“I did,” he replies. When he emerges from the closet, Lewis gets a good look at how flushed his cheeks are from the outside chill. “I figured if I’m taking you up on your offer, a welcoming gift would be a good idea.” He blinks at Lewis, face free of uncertainty. “Is that job still available?”

Of course it is. Lewis has reiterated his request during every phone call, in every letter he and Dick have exchanged since their feet landed back on American soil. Lewis has said a lot since they got back, while it feels like Dick is saying less and less with every phone call. Until Dick showed up on his doorstep…

(Well, he doesn’t want to admit that it had been seeming less and less implausible by the week, because that would mean admitting to himself that he’s afraid of losing Dick. There is a reason, however, that he’s so knocked off-course by Dick’s surprise arrival.)

He exhales a breath that he’s been holding for so long he’d almost forgotten about it. A grin spreads across his face. “You know, Dick, I think we can find a place for you.”

The puppy yips, and Lewis’s attention swerves back to him once more. His tiny snout nuzzles into Lewis’s palm. He feels a tongue brush against his fingers, and something inside of him melts.

“Oh man,” he sighs. The puppy leaps into his arms; he holds him like a teddy bear, allowing his face to be lavished with kisses. “Oh man, Dick, he’s for me? Where did you get him? Why — oh man — this is the best surprise. The best. I love you.”

Dick is under no impression that the last comment was directed at him (even though it sort of was). He’s wearing the same dumb, goofy grin he gets whenever he cracks a bad joke, or sees Lewis in the mornings. “I bought him from a neighbor in Lancaster. He rode the train with me the whole way here. Ever since he stole a pack of Charlie’s Peanuts from the snack cart I’ve been calling him Charlie, but if you’ve got a better idea —“

“I like Charlie. He looks like a Charlie.” That’s what Lewis said when Kathy named Maddie too, mostly because his only ideas were along the line of Geraldine and Eunice. Better off not letting him name things. Looking at the puppy now, he can’t help but think that Charlie is perfect.

Dick only grins. He knows everything about Lewis — he knows he’s much he dislikes surprises, and also that this would be the sort that he would love. “You just can’t let him come back to Lancaster. I don’t think Miss Phillips would be thrilled.”

“Miss Phillips?” Lewis echoes, frowning in spite of the coarse tongue caressing his cheek. Then, realization hits. “Oh, Dick, no. Don’t tell me you have a cat.”

“She’s a barn cat. We found her this autumn. She’s got three kittens.”

He sounds so thrilled about this that Lewis can’t help but groan. “Diiiick, I should have known. You’re a cat person. Our friendship ends. Here”

Dick huffs a dry laugh. “That’d be a waste, considering I came all the way here.”

Lewis stands up. The puppy rolls at his feet, making his heart swell with affection — but it’s still nothing compared to how he feels looking at the man in front of him.

He finally hugs Dick, and the last piece of the puzzle slots into place. Just like that, they’re back by a lake in Austria again, and everything is just how it should be. Nothing has changed, not really.

Except they’re both alive, they’re both home, and Lewis Nixon has a dog.

[sending-the-message]

I don't regret not saving her... by AllieC3PO

I live in New Orleans where we have flooding basically anytime is rains.

We had extreme flooding recently due to pumping failures. It is a serious and scary problem.

This story isn't about our cities issues though...I wish it were. I rather talk about just about anything over this.

So our major flooding happened a few weeks ago. I was lucky enough that my upstairs apartment was untouched. The floor below me was not so lucky.

A little back story....

My husband and I have lived in this apartment for 3 years now. When we first moved in we really enjoyed it. Our neighbor below us is this little old lady.

We have always been nice to her but honestly find her a little annoying. She has even kind of made us come into her apartment before while we were trying to get our mail.

She gave us the tour and talked about her family. She was never married and never had children. She does have a sister who had children. Her walls were old family photos mostly of the nieces and nephews.

Of course I feel bad for the old lady. She is very obviously lonely. I still don't want to be best friends with her however.

We never really minded so much when she would stop us and talk for awhile. That is until recently...

She claims there is this loud noise and vibrating that is keeping her up every night. I know what you're probably thinking lol. No it isn't us we both work early and are not up at the hour she claims it happens.

We listened to her complain the first few times but it has gotten a bit much. She made us come in and listen to the "noise." There was nothing...no sound at all.

We figure she just sits in her apartment with no tv no noise at all and just picks up any noise she hears. My guess is it is someone doing laundry or something.

It got so bad she made management look in our apartment and all the surrounding units.

What do you know they found nothing!

After this she still kept stopping us and going on forever about the noise. The old lady would describe it as tug boats...wtf? She would complain about management and say they were lying.

We were finally fed up and have been avoiding her ever since. Oh this started probably 3 months ago now btw.

So we have successfully avoided her for at least a solid month. I am happy we have been because I overheard her making the same compaints to another neighbor.

Alrightly we have the back story out of the way let's get on with the worst of it...

So we happened to just be at home when the flooding happened. We didn't really prepare or anything we just got lucky for the most part.

It really happened so fast everything was going under water.

We watched outside the window worrying and thankful we were safe in our apartment.

Then we saw the water rise higher and higher.

We knew it had to be flooding the downstairs apartments.

That's when it happened....

Someone started banging on our door. We checked the peep hole and it was her. The old lady.

My husband and I whispered to each other frantically what we should do. We decided we were not going to open the doors. This lady is very much a stranger to us and living in New Orleans my whole life has made me very untrusting.

I know most people would let her in but what were we honestly supposed to do when we let her in?? We have no room for anyone else and for all we know she could be a clepto or murderer!

She kept banging on the door for awhile and it finally stopped. We checked out the peephole and no one was there.

Maybe she tried another neighbor. We literally have 5 neighbors before us that she passed up to get to our place! We also do not know her and have never invited in our home before.

In our area most of the water did not stay long after the flooding, again we were very lucky. Our cars were okay and so were our neighbors. They unfortunately have damage to their things but they are at least okay.

Well all except one...

The old lady was gone. Her apartment was wide open. We did decide to attempt to peek in and check on her. She was no where to be found. All her things still there but water damaged a bit of it.

My husband and I notified the manager that we think she is missing. We never received an email back but at least we informed them.

Now this past weekend is when the real nightmare started.

It was Saturday morning when we were disturbed by someone banging on our front door. We were annoyed as fuck and went to go check.

No one through the peep hole. We opened the door and checked around to see no one.

Everything else seemed to go normally throughout the day. We did manage to get some groceries and such.

When we went to sleep that night we started to feel vibrating and heard a shrieking noise.

We got up and turned the lamp on to see wtf was happening.

The fucking old lady was in our fucking bedroom shaking the bed and yelling! We yelled at her get the fuck out and promptly called the police. She ran out and I assumed when back to her apartment.

When the police got there they could not see anyway the old lady broke in and assured we must have left the door unlocked. They went to check on the old lady but her door was wide open and no one home.

They were honestly rude to us for getting upset over this old lady. Man fuck off just because she is old does not mean she can break into my fucking apartment.

We know we fucking locked everything for fucks sake.

The next morning we emailed the property manager and informed her of the situation. She replied to please not call the police unless it is an emergency. That we caused a major disturbance last night.

Fuck this shit bro...as soon as our lease is up we getting out.

We got really pissed over the entire thing and decided to take matters into our own hands. We ran to Lowe's and got a new lock for our front door. We went to Best Buy and bought some cameras and a little alarm. It's an alarm that you hang from a door and it will go off if disturbed.

We were ready for this bitch!

We were up fairly late this time but did finally get to bed.

At about 3am we were disturbed the same way again.

We both got up and looked at the old lady. She was screaming so loudly and shaking our bed again.

She looked disgusting....her skin was yellowish with a green tinge, her hair was wild, her eyes were black.

This time I was going to call the police before she could run away and we had cameras to record her!

But she started to attack me. Brutally attack me..she was ripping at my face with her teeth and nails. She was holding me down with a strength I could not have expected.

Then it happened...

My husband tried to pull her off of me but she just kept at it. Then my husband shot her...

I screamed as her body fell limp and he helped me up promptly.

We both knew we couldn't call the police. The police and the management would never take our side even with the footage.

I am sure someone heard the gun shot!

We wrapped her disgusting body up in bags and blankets. Waiting amd listening for sirens.

None ever appeared.

So we lugged her body downs stairs and into our car.

We drove down to a gross spot by the river. A spot you would see addicts shooting up and prostitutes sucking dicks. Not a place we wanted to be.

We parked the car behind some old building and proceeded to dispose of her body. We removed all of her finger tips, hair, teeth, anything we could think of. We then burned her face until it was unrecognizable.

After that we tied some cinder blocks we found to her and dumped the body.

We then drove an hour out of town to some woods and burried the rest of her.

We went home and were horrified and disgusted. I took a shower and tried to tend to my wounds.

The following morning it all seemed like a bad dream until I looked in the mirror and saw my wounds.

We were justified...

She was trying to kill me!

A couple days later we saw her apartment was getting cleaned out by the maintenance staff.

Oh God do they know??

I kept checking news outlets online to see if her body was found.

I decided to go to the store and buy a paper to see as well. So far so good!

I searched her name online as well. No reports missing, of course.

Then I saw it...

Her obituary....dated the week before the flooding.

I hurried and called my husband to tell him.

Why would the manager not say something?? What the fuck is going on??

I emailed the manager with the obituary and my email got sent back to me. I called the office and an unfamiliar lady answered.

I asked about the manager and she said she was fairly new but not familiar with that person.

My husband and I sat that evening figuring out what to do. We decided to pack our shit and our pet cat and get the fuck out. We just packed it mostly up and went to a hotel.

I can't even wrap my head around any of this. Are we murderers?? Was she a different lady we never met? Who was banging on our door the day of the flood?? It looked just like her.

We went to sleep that night probably well into the early am. Just happy to have each other and feel a sense of calm.

Then we heard a banging on our hotel room door....

[poutypanic]

The Monk and The Cyborg

Chapter uuuuuuh, 9? In my poly fic “The Is A Perfect Pair” No warnings. As always I dont think you need to read all the others to enjoy this one <3

Chapter Summary: Hanzo and Jesse go away on some Overwatch business. You're left alone with one of the noodles, and some visitors drop by.This chapter is based on a suggestion left by user BlueEyedWolf33 thank you so much! (> ^_^ )>

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10464945/chapters/26207088

Hanzo and Jesse had to leave for a couple of weeks to close up some Overwatch business. They tried to explain it to you, but none of it really made any sense. Just sounded like a whole bunch of bureaucratic nonsense. They’re over-explaining because they didn���t want you to end up feeling left out. Like you are going to be missing out. Don't want you thinking that they are leaving on a vacation and not taking you with them. You have assured them over and over that they aren’t hurting your feelings by leaving you behind.

Then Hanzo leaves Kimi behind with you without telling you he was doing so. You almost drop your glass of water when the dragon pokes their head over the top of the fridge. You yelp and spill water all over the floor. Clutch the glass of water to your chest.

"I'm gonna get you a collar with a bell on it."

You try to get them to follow you into the living room, but they refuse. Just cock their head from side to side as you try to reason with them. You're trying to be stern, but they are so damn cute, you can't help but smile and giggle at them. You give up and text Hanzo to ask him why the little turd is still in the apartment with you and not traveling with him.

~

You: Why is Kimi still here?

You: They refuse to come down off the fridge btw

Hanzo: For protection.

Hanzo: They like to be in high places.

You: Seriously? Protection?

You: I REFUSE to believe this dragon is anymore than a fancy ferret

You: You and Jesse must have had several unexplainable shared hallucinations

You: I’ll just chalk it up to the stresses of battle

You: There are no big scary dragons

You: But sure, okay, Kimi will “protect” me Thank you

Hanzo: “You’re welcome.”

Jesse: Ur very sassy today

Jesse: You sure ur not a little mad we left

You: Yes I’m sure

Hanzo: Uh-huh. We’ll make it up to you when we get back.

You: I’m! not! mad!

Jesse: thats alot of exclamation marks for someone who aint mad

You: I’m leaving this convo now

Hanzo: Love you, be safe. Have a good day, person who isn’t mad.

Jesse: love you little lady who definitely isn't upset <3

~

Okay, maybe you're feeling a little unhappy about being left alone. But it’s not a considerable amount of emotional upset. You’ll get over it once you realize just how much you needed some alone time. And time doesn’t end up dragging as much as you thought it was going to. Before you know it, almost a week has gone by. It turns out that Kimi is actually pretty good company and isn’t always a constant ball of energy.

It's another day, and you’re lounging on the couch. Kimi, of course, has to lay in a ridiculous spot. They’re wrapped around your head. Asleep on your hair with their tail resting on your neck. They're not causing you any discomfort, so you let them be. You're rewatching a TV show you’ve seen over and over again. So many times that you’ve lost track of just how many instances you’ve sat through every season.

Neither Jesse or Hanzo love it as much as you do. But what they do love is reciting lines word for word to remind you just how many times you’ve made them sit through this show... Damn. Now you’re missing them again.

Then there’s a soft murmuring that you can tell isn't coming from the show. It’s outside the apartment door. At first, you ignore it. Thinking neighbors must be leaving, or just happen to be pausing to have a conversation right outside your door. But then the murmuring doesn't go away and only gets louder. Your interest in peaked, so you pat the dragon on the butt to get them to move and hop up off the couch. Intent on being nosy.

You approach the door and look through the peep hole. What you see makes you immediately swing the door open.

“Were you guys gonna knock or what?”

Genji jumps back about two feet. The momentum knocking the hood off of his head. Zenyatta watches him falter and shakes his head.

“I warned you that she was bound to notice us.”

Genji extends his hand and says, “Ah, hello! I’m Genji.”

You stare at his hand and then back to his face. “Genji we've met before. Several times... Why are you so nervous? What are you up to?”

“Master, the plans  are not going very well.”

“This is what happens when you doubt yourself, my student. And then make last minute changes to the said plan.”

Alright, now you’re determined to get to the bottom of this. You move out of the way and extend your arm out, “You wanna come in?”

Zen bows slightly and says thank you. Then he enters the apartment ahead of Genji, who feels the need to throw his hood back up to try and avoid your accusatory gaze. When Kimi sees Genji, they galavant towards him and promptly start to climb him. You had expected the dragon to wrap itself around his neck or climb on top of his head. But what Kimi does instead is shimmy into the pocket of the sweater. As they do, they force a green, sleepy dragon to fall out of it and onto the floor. You know this dragon by the name of Yoshi.

Genji says, “It’s nice to see you too, Kimi.”

Even with the hard crash onto the floor Yoshi still remains asleep for a few moments longer. When Yoshi does start to rise, they perk up immediately and starts playing with Kimi.  They tackle each other playfully. With their tails wildly swinging back and forth. Rolling around recklessly, scurrying around the couch, over the couch, and under the couch. They too are happy to see each other.

Genji shoves his hands into his pocket, “So… how are you?”

Zen does the omnic equivalent of a sigh, “Hanzo asked if we might check up on you.”

“Oh, really!”

Genji says, “We weren’t supposed to tell you that.”

“Uh-huh! So not even Hanzo believes Kimi can protect me; I see how it is.”

Zen says, “Well, I’m afraid the dragon can’t keep kitchen fires from happening.”

Your face flushes red from embarrassment. You giggle nervously and your mouth drops open,

“That was one time.”

Genji adds, “Kimi also can’t keep you from cracking your head open in the shower.”

How much has Hanzo told them!? “That was also one time! It was two stitches! Two! Didn’t even leave a scar!”

“What about the time you fell asleep with your headphones in, and Jesse caught you with them wrapped around your neck? Was that also one time?”

You place your hands on your hips, “That he knows of.”

Genji teases, “Who uses earphones with cords anymore?”

“I do! In my opinion, they sound better. And I don’t lose them constantly.”

The original plan Genji and Zen had had was to get you to come and hang out with them. But Genji at the last moment didn't feel that his plans for the day were believable enough. That they would sound forced, and you would know they were there for ulterior reasons. Well, you know now. Suddenly Genji gets an idea. He looks to the dragons who are still rolling around on the floor. Entangled around each other. They break a part and stare each other down, with their butts in the air, and their heads low to the floor. You could watch this silly shit all day.  

Genji claps his hands together, “Get your shoes on! Let's go.”

“W-what? I’m wearing pajamas and my hair's a mess, I’ve—“

“So?” He says, bending over to picks up flip flops that are resting near the door. He hands them to you and opens up the door for you. Pushes you outside into the hall with a hand against your shoulder. “If we hurry, we can catch the subway before it leaves.”

Zen follows, not bothering to offer any condolences or an idea of what Genji is up to. He couldn't anyway, he doesn't have a clue either. Genji calls to Kimi and Yoshi who both follow after the three of you immediately. Zen’s floating off the ground legs crossed as he usually is. But Kimi would like to get into his lap. The poor thing doesn't jump high enough and instead collides head first into the wall on the other side of him. Zen lowers himself so that the second attempt is a successful one. Yoshi goes ahead and takes the gesture as an opportunity for them too, to curl up in Zen’s lap.

You try to tell Genji not to close the door. You don't even have your keys on you or your phone. You can't get any words out in time. Genji's too excited and slams the door closed.

“Real cool, Genji, now I’m locked out!”

“Don’t worry, I have a key.”

Genji heads down the hall. Before you start to follow him you look to Zen, “What is going on?”

He shrugs, “I would suggest going with the flow.”

If a renowned omnic monk is telling you to just go with it, then maybe you should. So you do. You throw your flip flops on and head after Genji. Zen following right behind you. Whatever the cyborg has in mind as got to be better than sulking on the couch, trying to convince yourself that you don’t miss your boyfriends. Independent woman, and all that kind of nonsense.

The people in the subway are staring at Zen. Not because he’s an omnic; that's normal. But because he's got two dragons in his lap. Who are very curious about every person that is around them. Any body who passes by gets sniffed or pawed at.  A few brave and curious people stop to ask what species of cat they are. This never fails to make you laugh.

It takes about twenty minutes to reach the stop Genji wants you to get off at. It’s another mile or two of walking 'til you make it to a remote looking field of grass that stretches for miles and miles. You and Zen continue to follow him. Genji continuously thwarting any of your attempts to try and get him to tell you where the hell you guys are going, and what the hell you guys are doing. You walk and walk 'til the residential streets are barely visible behind you. Eventually, you guys come across an old run down shack. It’s falling apart, boards laying around, and riddled from weather damage.

Genji stops, “This will do.”

“Genji, if I didn't know any better I’d think you were about to murder me and hide my body here. You wanna give me some insight?”  

He points at you, “I heard that you don't believe the dragons can be big and scary?”

You look to Kimi and Yoshi who are contemplating hopping down from Zen’s lap.

“You heard right.”

He grins big, “Well get a load of this shit!”

You watch as Genji shakes out his shoulders and jumps up and down, trying to get himself pumped up. He pats his thigh and the dragons jump out of Zen’s lap. They approach him in a proper manner that seems very out of character for them. They sit in front of him with their chests puffed out and wait. Being patient. This is already weird.

“Actually, I am not a hundred percent sure I can get Kimi to listen to me, but I’ll try.”

“Sounds like you're stalling to me.”

Genji flicks his hood dramatically off of his head, “Marvel at this!”

Zen reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder. Guides you back ’til you're just behind his person. Asks you to stay there with a polite hand with his palm up.

“I’ll feel better about this with you behind me, thank you.”

Suddenly Genji pretends to be wielding a blade and shouts, “Ryūjin no ken o kurae!”

The serene field turns into a bright, terrifying, roaring masses of two giant full bodied dragons hurdling towards the old abandoned shack. They are so loud you have to cover your ears with your palms. They shake the ground so much it feels as if you’re experiencing a minor earth quake. Kimi and Yoshi look exactly as they had been described to you on many occasions. Featured in many stories about Jesse and Hanzo's days in Overwatch. Stories you had on several had thought though of as big fish tales. That never stopped you from wanting to listen to them though. Well, now you can count yourself proven wrong. Cause they are big, powerful, and scary. Not that the shack was much of an opponent, but the thing is now just a pile of splintered wood and dust.

As the dragons come back and shift back into their cuter forms, the ones you prefer to see, Genji turns to you with a smug look on his face. He is so pleased with himself.

He curtsies and says, “What did you think?!”

“That was badass! Really scary and loud, but holy shit!” Then you pout, “I may be a little sad that I can’t tease them about this anymore.”

Genji assures you, “There’s plenty to tease Hanzo about.”

Genji then reaches into his pocket to pull out his ringing phone. He grimaces when he see’s who it is. He then looks to you and approaches you with the phone held out for you to take. You grin and hide behind Zen some more.

“I know who that is, and you're explaining it to him, Mister! Not me.”

Genji answers the phone call and puts the phone to his ear, “What’s up, bro?”

[lebibish]

Dear Yuletide Author 2019,

Happy fall! (Or winter, which it feels like here!) The Yuletide fic exchange is one of my favorite times of year and I am always amazed with the wonderful and lovely stories that come out of it. I absolutely promise—I will love whatever you write because you have put time and effort into one of these fandoms which I adore and which deserve so much more love. So thank you!

(This...got rather long...)

Things I am generally interested in:

-          World building – both cultural shenanigans and language and how does this actually work and let’s dig into the stuff that was handwaved—did I say both? I obviously meant everything)

-          Family feels – found family, kidfic, good sibling relationships, comfort, people you would fight to live for, snarky banter, deep understanding of someone else. Also, I love kidfic. Also, good parenting.

-          Competence – I really, really enjoy watching/reading about/listening to people being really, really good at something.

-          Magic – fairy tale magic, magical realism, that whole social media thread about people having small everyday magics, hidden magical realm, magic school, I love it all.

Squicks, or things I am not interested in: For Yuletide, I prefer not to have unhappy endings. Bittersweet I can handle. Not a fan of cheating in relationships (consensual polyamory, on the other hand, is VERY GOOD.), grim!dark cynicism, unlikable heroes, angry-teenage-boy angst (this does not just apply to teenage boy characters btw, just saying I lost a lot of interest in Harry Potter after book 5. It was good characterization, he had all the reasons to feel that way! I’m just not that interested in reading from his point of view at that point).

That got long, sorry!

Specifics:

Fandom: Horror Movie Daycare (CollegeHumor)

What I like about this fandom: I love kidfic. I love people taking care of kids, being good with kids (even if they’re nervous and unsure of what they’re doing—genuine interest and care goes a long way), and the subversion of expectations in this.

What I would love to see (optional details are optional! Tell me a story you’re interested in and I’ll love it!): I am torn between wanting to know Ms. Katherine Daisy’s background (where did she come from? Why is she like this? How does she keep getting these creepy jobs? IS SHE FROM NIGHTVALE?) and wanting her to remain a mystery (particularly, seeing her from an outsider’s perspective—what do the families of her kids think of her? How did they find this daycare? Does she have any coworkers? Neighbors? Family? What do think of her and her job? Do any of the kids she takes care of grow up and come back to visit her?)

 Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Odyssey (game)

What I like about this fandom: What do I not like about this fandom? I play as Kassandra—she is pansexual, always down for sex, not great at emotions, totally motivated by family, kind of protective, kind of an asshole, and I head-canon her main relationship being Roxana BECAUSE THAT RELATIONSHIP IS ADORABLE. But I’m more than happy to read other people’s versions of Kassandra too! I love the attention to detail in the culture, I love the connections to Greek mythology, I love Kassandra’s relationships throughout the game (families, friends, lovers…)

What I would love to see (optional details are optional! Tell me a story you’re interested in and I’ll love it!): Kassandra in different time periods—they opened up so much room for amazing stories in that plot. Kassandra in the middle ages, messing with the patriarchy. Kassandra hanging out with the all the queer Classics majors at Oxford, (OMFG I just pictured Kassandra meeting Miss Fisher and having sexy, sexy adventures solving murders together), Kassandra in YOUR favorite historical period being her awkwardly kind, aggressively violent self. But also, that opens up so much angst? Because this woman has spent so much time separated from her family and has fought so hard to find them and now she is going to outlive literally everyone? (sort of spoiler warning: Phoebe in the DLC makes me cry so hard and if you want to make that a real thing and bring other people too I WOULD BE SO HAPPY). How does Kassandra cope? I kind of imagine she basically just keeps building families around her over and over again, but I could also see her retreating from getting close to people. ALTERNATIVELY. Kassandra growing up—why does she stay on Kephallonia so long? What is she like as an awkward teen? Kassandra being a big sister to Phoibe. Or. After the main story, I made Alexios one of the crew members on the boat and that was consistently hilarious. I also got the entire family together for that dinner scene—including awkward, angry step-brother together and the family shenanigans of two awkward, angry brothers and AWKWARD AGGRESSIVE Kassandra somehow being the reasonable human sibling is AMAZING.

 Fandom: Sinbad (TV)

What I like about this fandom: I ask for this fandom every year because: people with different cultures and languages coming together and forming a functional group/found family/deep friendships, real mythology being played with, magic hiding in the world as science becomes more prevalent…it’s all amazing.

What I would love to see (optional details are optional! Tell me a story you’re interested in and I’ll love it!): Sinbad’s original curse—not being able to stay on land for more than a day and what that would mean if they had succeeded in being traders; the possibility that Cook has something strange going on with his own refusal to leave the ship; and post-series what these people end up doing and how they interact. Any and all back-stories are love, any and all myths, legends or monsters entering the story are brilliant.

 Fandom: Much Ado About Nothing (Shakespeare)

What I like about this fandom: Beatrice/Benedict – snark. So much snark. Smart, competent people who are confident, but also insecure in some really specific ways. NOT a fan of Claudio.

What I would love to see (optional details are optional! Tell me a story you’re interested in and I’ll love it!): Ok, so, I love the original play and I love it’s various incarnations (the David Tennant and Catherine Tate one is amaaazing) but my first introduction and the one I always imagine is the Kenneth Branaugh version. Beatrice/Benedict is my OTP…except. Except. The speech where Beatrice and Don Pedro are talking and he asks if she’d have him and she says no unless she could have another for working days…I want that story. Beatrice/Benedict and their home together becoming a place where Don Pedro goes to rest and hide from the demands of the world (romantic polyamory OT3, platonic friendship, it could play out in so many ways). Or, Beatrice/Benedict going with the Prince. Beatrice having adventures and charming and outraging people everywhere and Benedict and Don Pedro amused and indulgent and jumping in to troll people left and right.

 Fandom: The Pirates of Darkwater

What I like about this fandom: SO MUCH WORLD-BUILDING. All the islands and the magic and the ship (see also, any of the details for Sinbad…). Grumpy thieves and mercenaries who are secretly good people but have bad impulses/habits.

What I would love to see (optional details are optional! Tell me a story you’re interested in and I’ll love it!): Since the series was never finished—HOW DOES IT END? Does Ren become a King? Do the islands come together in a diplomatic alliance? Do they save the day and sail off into the sunset? OR Ren growing up. Living with his old guardian in an ancient lighthouse and entertaining himself by being a gymnast—but also, how do you raise a secret heir to a kingdom without letting him know he’s a secret heir to a kingdom? Shove a lot of books at him and cross your fingers? Teach good governance through a series of ridiculous hypotheticals and then hem and haw whenever he says “When will I ever need to know this?”. OR pick an island and explore it . Look, magic, pirates, adventure, mysterious islands with a variety of civilizations...you can't really go wrong here.

 Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV)  

What I like about this fandom: Aha. Ha ha. Ok, seriously—time travel, magic, SO GAY, teams, SO COMPETANT, the constant jostling for who gets to sacrifice themselves for someone else this time, other worlds, WEIRD AF worldbuilding (magic? Aliens? Energy beings that are totally not ghosts because the censors don’t like superstition?), TIME TRAVEL, cats, shape-shifters, I will Wait for you, two cultures colliding, hurt/comfort everywhere

What I would love to see (optional details are optional! Tell me a story you’re interested in and I’ll love it!): Fix it fic. FIX IT FIC. Reincarnation? Not actually dead? Someone, something rational and reasonable steps in before tragedy becomes inevitable? PEOPLE GET THERAPY? I don’t care. Fiiiiix iiiiit. AND/OR Shen Wei waking up and negotiating a brand new world—new Dixing and new Haixing. I…kind of prefer that happening much longer than the show makes it seem in the end? Like, I have unreasonable feelings about him waiting 10,000 years to see the love of his life—but I also kind of like the idea of him waking up and being incredibly confused by the culture that has built up in Dixing. Also—more of the actual culture that has built up in Dixing so that it’s not just the desperate poor neighbor but a functional, interesting society that has it’s own traditions and families and no sense of seasons or time but what they designate for themselves (does the lantern change that?) AND/OR I’ve been haunted lately by the idea of the original Kun Lan who we never meet…actually being reincarnated as Zhao Yun Lan?

ALL MY LOVE AND GRATITUDE! YOU ARE AWESOME! I really hope you enjoy this Yuletide!

[bariadorbz]

Angry Rant

Warning: There’s a little bad language in here. 

Here’s a little context for you: So, we are hunkering down in my mom’s boyfriend’s house because of  Hurricane Irma coming, with our dogs and cat. Our dogs (and cat)  have to be kept in crates for most of the time (aside from bathroom/exercise breaks) because my mom’s boyfriend has dogs of his own, and this is to ensure conflicts lessen, (We have 7 dogs, He has 3, and then we also have a cat.)   There are also 5 people in this household, consisting of me, my mother, her boyfriend, and his two sons.  Our dogs are used to being outside, running free in our yard, only getting in crates for meals and bedtime.  They are NOT accustomed to being stuck in their crates for half of the day.  They are in a totally new area, that they have never been at before. There’s a huge storm coming. They can sense it. They’re a little frightened.   

The youngest of his sons (Who’s around my age, btw)  is a fucking cunt. 

This was our second night over here. The neighbors dogs were barking at whatever, early this morning, starting to wake some of us up. In turn, a few dogs over here started barking back. (A couple of mine, and a couple of theirs)  What we’ve normally been doing is letting them outside, so they can run around, and let out the energy they may have being stuck in the crates, and so they can go to the bathroom and whatnot, and yesterday morning we did that.    BUT.... The hurricanes supposed to hit our area today, there’s a tornado warning, and it was raining like a bitch, at like 5:30 in the morning.   So, me and my mother were working on calming down the four that were in the dining room, because they were the most riled at this time, but they were only letting a bark out here and there, but as people were trying to sleep, we were making sure they were quieting down and calm.   Then ... THIS FUCKING DOUCHEBAG. He comes out of his room, (which he rarely comes out of in the first place, because he’s a lazy fuck, and aside from when he goes to work,  only comes out to demand something from his father, now and then, or is whining.)  The dogs were already calmed and quieted down, have been for like 5 minutes.  He comes out to where four of our dogs are, frightening the one closest to him. He starts yelling at her to shut the fuck up and HITS and SHAKES HER FUCKING CRATE. He had the balls to do that in front of me, if i was close enough i would’ve slapped the shit out of him.  And then he turns to me and my mother demanding rudely we shut them up, because he’s trying to sleep, and hadn’t gotten to sleep for the past two days. (Where he was in his room the whole time, and they’ve been mostly quiet, aside from a few incidents) And he kept on complaining because the cages rattle. NO FUCKING SHIT THERE’S RATTLING. THEY HAVE TO MOVE SOMETIME!     He commands. Like legit, COMMANDS us to take them outside so they don’t bother him.  Like i said before, IT’S RAINING LIKE A BITCH, A CATASTROPHIC STORM IS MAKING IT’S WAY OUR DIRECTION.     Keep in mind, the dogs he wants outside 24/7 are old. If they get sick, they could die!  He didn’t fucking care.  He’s all like “I don’t give a shit about you or your damn dogs. Get out of my house and get out of my face.”  (When we weren’t even near you? huh. okay)  Like FIRST OF ALL, BITCH.  This isn’t YOUR house. It’s your fathers. You don’t do anything to contribute to this fucking household. Whereas, even though my mother and I don’t even live here, we contribute more than you ever have.  You don’t pay your phone bill. You don’t pay for electricity. You haven’t really payed for any of your shit. Literally most of the shit cluttered around , is stuff your dad fucking bought for you to try to keep you happy, which you just throw around and never use again.   Second of all. YOU NEVER FUCKING DO ANYTHING. You obviously don’t have friends. Even your job is closed for the whole weekend. Them barking for a very short time,at like 5:30-5:35 (45 at the very latest) ? keeps you from sleeping two nights in a row? When you never come out of your room to do shit, and don’t even do anything when you’re inside your room, you probably even sleep all day when there’s no work.   and the neighbors dogs go off 24/7, and you’re literally right next to where the neighbors bark. And your own dogs barking back. YET YOU HAVE THE BALLS TO TRY TO “FIX” OUR DOGS THAT HAVE ALREADY STOPPED?  If i can deal with waking up 3-4 am periodically, going to college, and then going to practice and games and shit, mostly not coming home until after 1 am- and hearing their barking for an even LONGER time than this.on repeat.    IF I CAN DEAL WITH THAT SHIT CONSTANTLY YOU CAN FUCKING DEAL WITH LOSING 5 MINUTES OF SLEEP.  .And third- In case your imbecilic self forgot. WE ARE GOING TO BE HIT BY A CATASTROPHIC HURRICANE THAT COULD DESTROY HALF OF OUR STATE.  YOU HAVE MORE PROBLEMS THAN A SHORT EXCHANGE OF BARKS.    Oh. And next time you dare to go off at one of my pets or my mother. Bitch, it’s on. I’m here for another two days at least. I can make your mornings so much worse, and if you try me again. I WILL. You can go fuck yourself.