#holding onto eachother like rent’s due

[noharaaa]

I was one of the film editors on the Squid Game set (I’m not lying. It’s true !!!!!) . This was a deleted scene of exactly how it happened. I remember 🥰

gulp… toxic addict yaoi

[harryssattelitestomper]

Golden☀️

A/N: Hello! This is the first part of the series, please let me know what you think and feedback on how to make my writing better is always appreciated! 🥰

Warnings: Cursing? Breaf mention of sex but it isn't described.

Wordcount: 863

Waking up early is usually equivalent to hell for me, I mean who would want to wake up from a good dream and having to actually do something? But maybe, just maybe I don't mind it as much right now. Here in the Italy sun, waking up doesn't seem like a task, moreso an actual blessing. As the sun lightly tickles my bare back and my face the events from last night come crashing to my mind, the feeling of his hands and lips making me smile.

I turn around onto my right side, facing Harry as he's still in deep sleep. I bring my hand to caress his face careful as to not wake him up, but he's always been a pretty light sleeper so it doesn't take him more than 20 seconds to slightly open his eyes and smile at me. He takes the hand I was caressing his face with and brings it to his mouth. Kissing my knuckles. "G'morning," he says, his voice deeper than usual due to the fact that he just woke up. "Morning," I answer him as I made my way closer to him, snuggling to his side.

"Should we get up and go make breakfast?"

"Mmhm jus' five mo' minutes" he replies, pulling me impossibly close to him. So close, that I could smell the lingering smell of my perfume on his skin from last night.

~

After finally coaxing Harry out of bed and downstairs, after his "Five more minutes" which turned into an hour, we were eating breakfast by the window looking over the sea. As I were admiring the view infront of us I spotted Harry looking at me and turned my head towards him. "What?"

"Nothing, just admiring you. What'd you wanna do today?" he questioned, turningback to his bowl and eating a spoonful of cereal.

I pondred his question for a moment and exhaled a sigh; "We should drive to the beach," I finally decided. Harry nodding to my idea.

~

Putting my book, suncream, a waterbottle and two towels into my Pleasing beachbag I grab my sunglasses and put them on my head. I double-check I have everything and once I'm sure I do, I head downstairs. There I see Harry standing by the door on his phone.

Once he sees me walking down the stairs he lifts his head from his phone, eyebrows pulled together. "You ready?"

"Yep,"

And just like that we made our way to the convertible Haz rented for this trip.

~

As we're driving along the coast, Fleetwood Mac blasting through the speakers, Harry's hand on my thigh, I'm thinking 'I have never felt this content in life'.

Just letting the breeze wash through my hair, humming along to 'Little Lies', watching Harry driving, we made our way to the beach.

~

Getting all of our stuff from the car, we walked to the beach.

"Can you hold this while I put down the blanket?" he asked, holding my (his) Pleasing beachbag towards me. "'Course".

When he had put the blanket down I crashed onto it immediately took out my suncream, beginning to lather it onto my skin.

"Can you put it on my back?" I ask him. When he's done putting it on my back he decides to unpromptedly put the suncream on my ass too, making sure to spank it while he's at it like the menace he is.

Laughing at his anticts, I breathed out a "Hey!" Which did nothing as he just continued to smile devilishly at me, returning to his spot on the blanket and pulling his book out.

~

Getting bored of just laying down me and Harry decided to go for a swim in the water.

As we were messing around, Harry dunks himself in the water, swimming underwater until he reaches me.

He appears just 15 centimeters away from my face "Hi," he says, while smiling lovingly at me.

"Hi," I let out a quiet laugh.

He grabs onto my waist pulling me into him, making me wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

We spent at least 5 minutes just gazing into eachothers eyes.

"You look so pretty wit' the sun shining to your face, you look so golden," he stated, breaking the silence.

I just lifted my hand up to his unruly brown curls, knowing how much he liked it when I played with his hair.

We spent another couple minutes just like that, in our own little bubble.

~

When we arrived back at Harry's villa, he told me he had to go and write something down quickly, inspiration apparently hitting him and not wanting it to be forgotten.

He came back downstairs just as quickly as he hopped up them, joining me on the couch. He made himself comfortable as I handed him his glass of red wine that I had poured while he let his inspiration flow onto the pages of his notebook.

After talking about everything and anyting, we were both on our third glass of wine making us switch topics messily, he stated something that made all of my doubts dissapear "I feel like loving you 's the antidote".

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Yes I know it's not the best but I'm trying! Writing written one-shots is not my forte but I think they're really fun to read so I'm trying to become better at it.

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[fivveweeks]

fivve ur past the point of needing to cook u need to SIMMER , u need to STEEP like ur a bag of tea

n i know i cried abt verdante being a tragedy but now i no longer wish to b sad, i just want to b happy... ToT!!!

V-verdante skinship is a concept that has me insane, DID U READ THAT FIC WHERE VERG MAKES OUT WITH DANTE'S HAND THAT SHITTT HAS ME IMPLODING I NEED MORE THINGS LIKE THAT I NEED A VERG FIXATED ON THE SLIVERS OF SKIN PEEKING OUT OF DANTE'S CLOTHES IM GONNA CORRODEEEEEE AHWWFUWSIFKDIR

Fixated on body warmth rn with either verg or dante being too cold / too hot and just?? using eachother to cool off or as a furnace do u see what im getting at rn spinning u around especially in the dead of night when no one else is around to bother them just them!!! having this peaceful moment of touch despite everything happening around them!! GRAHHHH

- 🎭

i'm being skewered and barbecued rn turning my verdante switch from ANGST to FLUFF

YES i know exactly which fic ur talking about. YES I AM DERANGED OVER IT. i always think about how dante doesn't have facial features or the ability to talk to most people outside of the sinners. how the most basic forms of human expression n communication is ripped away from them in the form of a head prosthetic. it's why it makes sense to me that dante is portrayed as so cartoony in canon BECAUSE they would be extremely expressive, especially with their hands - gestures upon gestures n flailing n pointing n all. in a verdante scenario i can picture them being into hand holding n just doing stuff bc that's all they can do.

because body language is the only thing they have access to. BECAUSE body language is the only thing they can offer as comfort to the people they care about.

the touch starvation goes both ways i think - vergilius n his self-isolating ass n dante's tendency to keep themselves covered up from neck to toe (maybe it's a way to feel secure n protected after losing their memory methinks). tbh i do see dante being more affectionate in public than verg (although it is still very little due to professionalism n out of respect for verg's privacy). in an established verdante scenario dante would probably like to stand close to verg n sometimes bump shoulders or maybe curl an arm around verg's waist or a hand on his lower back if they're feeling bold.

ANYWAYS i need to beam u the imagery of vergilius pressing a soft kiss onto their knuckles or pulse or palm bc it lives rent free in my head. it's chaste n quick n dry but it's one form of how he can express affection other than simple hand holding n i think dante would appreciate it. or whenever they hold hands verg would probably hook a finger or thumb beneath their gloves just for the simplicity of skinship. it could lead to steamy times but ultimately he's just content to feel dante's pulse n warmth against his own. maybe they do it at night when it's just the two of them (don't get me started on them cuddling in bed). crying rn

[birth-fic-lover]

Going above and beyond

Avery had worked for Dalia for 3 year now and still had goosebumps whenever she walked into the room. She always seemed so put together, she was not only the kind of woman who she wishes she could be but the kind of woman she wished she could be with. She had dark pristine skin that looked so smooth, while Avery’s pale skin still was stained with acne she couldn’t shake from her teens.

She didn’t know much about Dalia’s personal life, but knew that she must have someone as she was due to start her maternity leave any day now. She had refuse to start it till the baby was here, so now Avery’s boss was still coming into work a week overdue. Even heavy pregnant Dalia’s maternity blouse and skirt fit perfectly, she looked so neat as she strode into the office one hand on her globe like belly.

Avary sighed, there was no point wasting her time wanting a woman that is already taken. She decided right there and then that she would find someone of her own. During her break she looked for a dating site to join, she found one rather quickly that she didn’t recognise. 

DateNOW: don’t waste your time online messaging, be set up on a first date in 5 easy steps and start meeting people in real life!!

Avery looked at the site maybe this was exactly what she needed, to get right back into the saddle. I mean technically she was never off of the saddle more she got distracted by someone she could never have.  

She filled out the online application form sending over a copy of her ID, as well as filling in a questionnaire about what kind of woman she was looking for. She tried not to think too much of Dalia as she filled it in but she couldn’t help it, she pressed send and was surprised that soon she got a notification that they had found her a match.

She was surprised that she had no picture or even a name just a time and a location, she looked it was meant to be this evening!! She hoped she would have enough time to get ready, as luck would have it her boss Dalia seemed to not want to overrun today either. 

Avery arrived at the small restaurant that the site had told her to go to, she noticed that a lot of single women were queuing to get in. She soon discovered that DateNOW had rented the place out for all the dates, she waited and was soon seated ready for her date to arrive.

As she kept looking at the line wondering which woman would be sat with her, suddenly she thought her jaw might drop off. Dalia was in the que to be seated!! Avery was shocked not only because she had assumed she was with someone, but also that she was straight. Plus she knew she was at least a week overdue, she just couldn’t believe she was here.

As the guide took Dalia too her table for a second she thought she would be sat with her, but instead she was put on the table next to hers. But Dalia still saw Avery and gave her a smile, “well isn’t this a surprise, don’t worry I’ll leave you too your date.” she said and pointed to a blonde lady who was just sitting down across from her.

Avery nodded and then faced the lady “hi I’m Avery, it's great meet you”. 

The lady smiled back at me, at first not saying anything and then says "well ain’t you gonna ask my name?”

“Umm whats your name, sorry this is all so strange” Avery says.

"Welcome to the age of technology” she says “I’m Paula, I’m a olive grower.”

From then on she knew this date wasn’t going to work, Paula didn’t seem to be thinking so either. They both politely go though the motions, but she found herself glancing at Dalia more and more. Too her surprise Dalia seems to be doing the same, till eventually they knew that as soon as the dates were over Avery would be talking to Dalia outside.

Both the dates end quickly after desert, in fact Paula leaves some cash and says she needs to go. As Dalia says goodbye to her date she sits where Paula was just sat and smiled, “well I’m glad that was over, here” she says passing Avery the cash on the table and putting down her own card. Avery then realises that Dalia insists on paying for Avery’s check, dispite her trying to stop her but she won’t even discuss it. “My date was disastrous too, don’t worry about it.” she says as they walk to the carpark.

“Yeah neither of us seemed to of come out of this well” Avery said “but it was nice to see you out of work, you look nice as always.”

Avery was surprised to hear Dalia laugh “Avery it’s okay, you don’t need to complement me because your my employee”

"But I wasn’t” Avery admitted softly looking her right in the eyes, she couldn’t believe she had just said that. 

Dalia’s dark eyes locked onto Avery’s light brown ones, "would you like to come back to mine for ice cream? Neither of us got anything sweet tonight and I'm not ready for this night to end yet." 

Avery nodded and they both drove to Dalia’s home, as they walk towards the door they both knew something had changed between them. Dalia rubbed her orb like belly and paused before opening the door, “you know I didn’t actually ask you here for ice cream?”

Avery froze “I didn’t, but I am very happy to be here for not ice cream. But I don’t want this to be a one time thing, you see I have kind of liked you for a while. I would want this to be the start of something” she said bravely but quickly.

Dalia smiled, “you are aware that I literally could have a baby at any point, it will be my first priority for the rest of my life. You have picked a terrible time to start seeing me”.

“I’m seeing you?” Avery said softly before Dalia walked into her house followed by Avery.

The hall was more narrow due to a buggy being in the way, as they took off there coats and shoes they were reaching around eachother until Avery was trying to slip past Dalia. But Dalia put her hand on her shoulder stopping her from moving, her dark eyes met Avery’s. "I’m so sorry” she said softly, Avery felt her heart beat fast. Was this too good to be true and she was going to be rejected afterall?. “I’m sorry” Dalia continued “that I never noticed you in this way before, espaclly since you had held me in such high favour and you obvously have no issue with my impending motherhood”.

“I’m not, I’m not sorry at all”. That was was all Avery could say, they were both in semi darkness. Delia slipped her arms around her and dispite her gravid belly they were close enough to kiss. “You are so beautiful, especailly now your litrally filled with life” Softly at first Delia kissed her and then the passion between them grew like the child in Delia’s womb. 

Delia sighed as they stopped kissing, “you don’t mind that the first time we are together it’s covered in strechmarks? It doesn’t help that I’m overdue”.

"You're large belly has a healthy child inside, thats all that matters. As I watched you grow I would think the bigger you get the stronger your baby is”. That made Delia happy, she had worked so hard for this baby. With that she led Avery by the hand to her bedroom. As soon as they were in the room Delia spread her legs and pulled Avery between them. And then began kissing her all over again, then leant against the wall and enjoyed holding each other as Avery kissed Dalia’s neck. 

Dalia hands moved down Avery’s back and over her butt,"you smell wonderful, I wanna eat you all up" she said. She grasped the zip to Avery’s dress, she slid it down and then slipped it off. Delia slid her hands under Avery’s bra, she enjoyed the feel of her small breast. She then unhooked her bra with her other hand, Avery had waited so long to be touched by Delia. It got better as Delia’s mouth brushed over her nipple as she leaned close, she looked up and Avery gave her a smile of permision. As she moved her lips Delia felt how hard and erect they were, she was about to wrap her lips around the nipple but then she felt a twinge inside her.

Delia’s face twisted in reaction, and before she knew it Avery was guiding her to the edge of the bed. “Delia, are you okay? It is your back? I don’t want you to push yourself”. Delia wasn’t used to this, she was used to being the object of sexal attraction. She was used to the pressure to perform in the bedroom, or else be seen as a disapointment. But as she looked into Avery’s eyes, she only saw care concern and love. “Delia” Avery said “your overdue, it’s okay we have pleanty of time to enjoy ourselfs. As I said before, I don’t want a one time thing. I am more then happy to wait until you have had the baby and fully recovered from doing so. Till then why don’t we just cuddle and kiss”.

Being so valued and cared for made Delia want to make love to her right there, and then, she knew it couldn’t wait. This moment felt perfect, it was at that point that Delia was starting to catch up with Avery in feelings for the other. So she put her lips to her ear. "I want to make love to you." 

Dispite everything Avery couldn’t help what happened next. "I want that too," she said, her voice almost trembling. 

Delia squeezed her hand, smiled and they were in each other's arms again. But this time with more confidence, Delia knew she wanted Avery to touch her as much as she wanted to. They both let themselves fall back onto the bedsheet there hands moving as they explored each other. 

“I want to enjoy every inch of you" Avery admited as she moved her hand over the face she had imagined so many times, her love for her was evedent as she stroked her cheek. She then leaned down and kissed Delia softly before she began unbuttoning her shirt. 

Delia leaned up feeling the full weight of her overdue child as she let Avery remove her clothing. She felt another twinge but covered it by talking, “ohhhhhh hmmmmm I'm usually more reserved, especially on a first date."

“Is that so?” Avery said taking Delia weight so that she could unvail her milkfilled breasts. Aware of not wanting to strain Delia she settled her against the overstuffed pillows, then continued to lock eyes as she moved her hands over her breasts. Delia’s skin was soft and warm, Avery moved over one breast and then to the other, gently rubbing each sensitve nipple then rolling them between her fingers.

Delia opened her mouth, letting out moans the ones of pain mixed with the ones of plesure. Avery’s hand moved down her body, she could feel her stomach moving as the child with reacted to there mother speeding heartbeat. Delia’s legs spread and Avery brought her hand lower, her fingers made their way between her legs. She was pleased how wet Delia was, she did this to her.

As Avery was about to take things further Delia moaned, she had felt the twinge come back stronger this time. They both knew what was going on, this baby wanted to join them. “I don’t wanna stop” Delia moaned dissapointed.

“And yet we must, but I can stay with you. We can go to the hospital right now, I’ll be there for you through the whole thing if thats what you want”.

But Delia shook her head “I’m not going to the hosptail, I was going to deliver this baby in my bath”. To avery’s supprise Delia slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom.

A sound of running water was herd, Avery wondered if she should follow when Delia came out wearing a dressing gown. “Will you still stay with me?” she asked.

“of course, while we wait why don’t I rub your back” Avery offered.

Being pregnant for so long was taking it’s toll on Delia so she sat on the bed,  Avery pulled her close and felt for the belt on her dressing gown. When she untied it Avery leaned into Delia ear “I’m glas I could be here for this” she said as she took off the dressing gown and began to explore her body.  Delia could feel Avery’s hands moving over her back, moving around her body.

“Why did you fall for me?” Delia asked, she was unsure she deserved so much attention. To her suprise as Avery rubbed the knots out of her shoulders and soothed her pains only stopping for contractions, she was able to tell her why she was in love with her. “Well I hope I’m not a disapointment, being in this condision I don’t feel very sexy”.

“You look beautiful" Avery said confidently, “I have had the plesure of watching from my desk you grow a child”.

"Thank you” Delia responded simply, before leaning into Avery as another contraction came. She let out a moan, wondering if she was doing the right thing trying to have this baby naturally and alone despite being so far along. “Hmmmmmmm shouldn’t we be timing these?” 

“I’m been watching the clock, they seem to be coming every 10 mins at the moment”

“Haaaaa hoo, I knew you were clever” she said with as much of a smile as she could muster. “I just wasn’t clever enough to see what the amazing woman who was in front of me, hoooo ohhhh” Delia moaned as she held into the headboard of the bed, Avery tried diging her thumbs into Delia’s lower back. 

"Well we got there in the end, now lets get this baby out of you finally" Avery said as she kissed Delia's neck softly. Even in the throws of labour she gave Avery goosebumps with her belly that hung low with her child. 10 minutes later they were off the bed and Delia was swaying, her hip movement helped to help with the pain and pressure that was building. 

“I think we should check the bath isn’t overrunning” Delia said, and Avery guided her into the bathroom to a huge tub that could easy hold them both. But Delia wanted to cry when she realised that she had forgot to put in the plug. She needed the bath for the next round of contractions.

Avery quickly caught on, “it’s gonna be okay, the sooner we fix this the sooner you can get in.” She helped Delia sit on the toilet and then prepared the bath, suddenly she clenched eitherside of the seat as another round of contractions hit her hard. “Hooooo haaaa hooooooooo the pressure is getting worse” she moaned half doubled over by the strenth. 

Avery wished it was time to push but knew Delia wasn’t even close yet, it was hard to see the woman she love in so much pain. Delia’s belly visably tightened as she widened her legs trying to find some kind of relief. When Delia locked eyes with Avery she suddenly felt Avery's concern, "do you think I'm a fool? Hoooo haaa haaa" she was interrupted by the contractions that weren't quite finished.

"No" Avery said coming close and holding out her hands to Delia, "you have always been the kind of woman who will do things her way".

Now her contractions were finished Delia could speak, "I think I'm falling for you more and more". She took Avery's hands and brought them to her belly, "I'm glad this all happened, this way you can be in this little boys life from his first moment." Delia then let go of Avery's hands so they rested on her orb like belly, "I just hope you will stay in both our lives" she said cupping her face and kissing her.

Avery rubbed her belly, she couldn't believe she could be part of Delia and her son's life. Whilst Delia was starting to feel uncomfortable, Avery could feel Delia's belly harden under her hands. Delia's scalp was covered in sweat, "ohhhhhhhhh hoo hoo gaaaahhhh if this is before its even time to push haaa haaa then I am a fool to do this with ooooooohhh without pain meds."

Delia felt like her baby was gonna explode out of her with the amount of pressure she felt. "Hell hell help meee, spread my legs" she begged.

"It's time?" Avery asked looking doubtfully at the shallow pool of water in the bathtub. Avery helped spread her legs, hoping it would be enough to give her relief.

Delia leaned into her, "oooooh gaaaahhhhhhhh hoo hoo gaaaaaaah" Delia moaned into her hair. Avery couldn’t tell if she was pushing or not, she was about to warn her about pushing before she is dialted. When all of a sudden the both her and Delia froze as they herd huge rush of water exit from between Delia’s thighs. As Delia felt the amnotic fluid leave her so did the pressue, “hoooooooooo” Delia moaned in relief as Avery rubbed her back.

As soon as she could Delia, with Avery’s help got off the toliet. Avery guided her to the bath not wanting to let go of her. Delia’s huge belly was pushing into Avery’s flat one, it hung low like a overipe fruit. 

She felt the next contraction come and she didn’t need a clock to know that they were now more freqent and lasting longer. She held onto the side of the bath and felt the urge to squat, “Gaaaahhh ooh ohhhh message my back" Delia cried out. Avery got on her knees and started rubbing her lower back, “oohhh I can feel myself opening up" Delia moaned.

Avery wondered if Delia would get in the bath in time or give birth sqatting on the bathroom floor, one hand held onto the bath while the other supported the bottom of her belly. Once she was ready Avery helped her into the bath, she let out an audible sigh as her belly was submurged in the water. As she lay on her back her aches in her bally and in her folds were soothed a little and the water took the weight of her belly from her.

Avery stood still half naked wondering if she should join Delia, noticing Delia caressed her large bump and smiled warmly at Avery. “It’s up to you, I just need you by my side either way.” With that Avery retuned the smiled and took off her remaining clothes.

Carefully Avery joined Delia, she looked so peaceful as she rubbed her belly. “I love you” Avery said, the words just natrally slipping out.

Delia opened her eyes fully “I know, I love you too” she said supprised how quickly these feeling had formed. They were both quiet until suddenly Delia gripped the sides of the bath. “HOOOOOOOO haaa haaa HOOOOO GAAAHHH” Delia’s moans were loud and deep her head down, she let go of the bath and clutched her belly. Her son was now slipping into the birth canal, this baby was on it’s way.

Avery pushed herself forward so she was on her knees in the water, she wrapped her arms around Delias. As both protectively held Delias womb Avery spoke soothing words as Delia moaned out her pain. Eventurly she relaxed and both lay back on either ends of the bath, both women knew Delia was dialating quickly. Delia put her legs either side of the large bath, she could feel the baby was now fully in her birth canal streching her from the inside. “Can you feel for the head, I think he is right there”. 

Avery nervously went back on her knees and brough her hand toward Delia’s spread legs, through the warm water she slipped a couple of fingers though her folds. “ohhh mmm hmmm” Delia moaned a little as they entered her. Avery was suprised how quickly she felt the hard mass that must be the head. 

She removed her fingers “You’re right, the baby is in your birth canal”.

Another contraction hit Delia, this one was diffrent. It was as if Avery telling her this meant her body was now ready to deliver the child. “Hooooo gaahhhh, hooo hooo HAAAAAAA”. 

This time Avery knew Delia was pushing she put her wet hands on her thighs, ready to catch the baby. With a huge push her folds were parting in reaction, she took in some air and used the contractions as momentom. 

"Gaaaaahhhhhhh hoo hoo naaaagggghhhh" now Delia’s lips were parting for the baby's head, a small teardrop shape forming. But it wasn’t over now the contractions were on top of each other. “Hhhnnnnggggggggh” Delia moaned as the head started to crown. “This is happening so quick, it hurts so much”.

“I know” avery said trying her best to be there for her. Delia kept pushing the head slipping out bit by bit until she felt the head pop out.

"Gaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Delia bore down, pushing harder than she ever had. She felt her lips widen as the shoulders poped out and the baby slide into Avery’s hands. 

The baby cried loudly and both ladies smiled, knowing the baby boy was fine and had a good set of lungs on him. As they locked eyes, they knew that it would be one hell of an email they would be sending into the office.

[laytonsartblog]

How To Solve Everything

Little Spaces - Ch.2

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3

Warning: This story contains violence, gun related violence, gang related violence, starvation, hypothermia, dysfunctional family themes, dysfunctional domestic themes, poverty, and homophobia/transphobia. Read with caution and at a good time for you. Take care of yourself.

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Logan has a schedule he dedicates his life to.

First, to wake up at five am.

Next, is to get in the shower without a bucket. Why without a bucket? Because he's damn rich.

Y'see, when you're one of the most successful people in the country of Loríses, running a multi-billion dollar corporation on affordable apartment living and clean energy resources and steady bank loan agreements, well... you can afford some time.

That, and clean water.

Once that's all done and good, Logan likes to relax and have a nice breakfast in his humble top-apartment as he watches the news from the table.

The time didn't really matter when he woke up or finished eating because he never booked (or more accurately put, was forced to book) a meeting or council accommodation or ribbon cutting or something before eleven am.

Breakfast was his only sanctity; he made sure to have plenty of it.

With the news and breakfast over, Logan would head out to work with his classic polo and tie with a briefcase in hand, then spend about eight hours basically running around heading between business meetings and stock readings and introductory openings and apartment gatherings and- well, you get the picture.

Without a hitch, Logan'd get home at around seven-thirty pm, have some sort of dinner out with colleagues he really didn't care for, and get home to either sleep or do his favorite kind of work; charity work.

In the charity work's case?; he wouldn't get a wink of rest.

Today, Logan woke up like he would any other day, perhaps a little later than he thought he would, but that was due to his one am adoption centre charity bidding auction last night.

When he went to check his phone for any messages from his secretary for the day, he found only two from the uptight woman:

You have the day off, Mr.Corbett.

Have a nice day.

Logan looked on in confusion.

I have the day off? Why? he texted back.

His secretary immediately responded with a simple,You haven't used your vacation days at all for the past year, Mr.Corbett. If you don't use them by the end of September, you lose them. I took liberty of letting you off for the next week.

Logan was about to fight back and tell her he's coming into work anyway, but he found she's a bit faster with her hands.

You need it, Logan.

Go visit that old lady down the street, in the bookshop. Her name is Mrs.Tamry. She's my mother's sister and owns the place. She could use some company today.

Logan groaned. He wasn't moving the stubborn woman and that meant he actually had to take care of himself. Woe is he.

Logan grumpily put the phone to his bedside table before face-planting onto his bed. He groaned some more, kicking his feet and punching his hands into the pillows. Perhaps childish, yes, but Logan was never really raised to do much else than work. He didn't know what else to do.

Logan remembered the Mrs.Tamry from his secretary's messages a few minutes after his tantrum and sighed as he flipped over on the bed, rolling out of it.

After a shower he went over to his closet and picked out something a little more casual- a flannel and finer jeans -before stuffing down some toast to head to this bookowner.

Logan would admit that the bookstore part of the old woman was interesting; he's loved being read to and reading stories ever since he could recount the ABC's. It was one of the few pastimes he could be shown doing in public: his public advisor had once told him it made him look both gentle and intelligent, and the ladies would love it. Logan had just told him that he didn't care about the ladies and continued on his way to his office.

Logan finally made his way to the shop. He rolled his eyes at the name: "Book-Ends and Seller's Beggining." It was charming, if not a little corny, and Logan wasn't sure if this was really worth his time, but then he saw the little old lady through the glass sitting by her lonesome and let out a breath of air.

Dammit. Why do I have to feel so guilty?

Logan pushed his way through the tall glass doors and looked his way around, noticing the high bookshelves and neat working stations. It seemed grandma kept up with the times as Logan noticed a small table with a few charging stations attached to it, and a couple of teens doing their homework while plugging their phones in nearby. A stack of laps for rent stood on a shelf near the station.

Logan heard the old woman laugh hoarsely behind him.

"Well, now I wasn't expecting such a dashing young man in my shop so early in the morning!" Mrs.Tamry teased, still laughing. She got up from her weaved rocking chair and instead shuffled her way over to a flustered Logan. "Got some good bone structure- although the hair could use some work. A working man, hmm?"

Logan stammered at the guiding, touching hands and expert eye. "Yes ma'am, I- I am a businessman," he squeaked out.

Logan was used to just saying nothing while out in public, or worse, hosting everything and never getting a break. Having this conversation, if not an awkward one, made him sweat bullets. It was unknown territory.

"A businessman, huh?" Mrs.Tamry sang. She looked him over a few more times, noting the sweaty palms and pale face, before hollaring over to the kids in the corner, "Does this man look familiar?"

The three in the corner; a smaller, but colorful child, a tall but scraggly young fellow, and a boy with a star for his shirt all turned their heads.

The colorful kid snickered. "Nah, he looks too nervous to be any big shot I've heard of," they chided.

"Yeah, and what would he be doing here of all places if he was?" the scraggly lad questioned.

"Hey, knock it off!" the boy in the star shirt huffed. "The guy's probably super sweet and here to pick something up for his wife where they'll read fairytales to their kids and it'll be really damn cute!"

The colorful child started laughing hard; so hard, in fact, that they started tearing up. The scraggly kid did the same. The star boy just crossed his arms, looking to Logan with a much more innocent view.

Logan was sweating so profusely he was afraid he was going to faint. Mrs.Tamry just watched with a crooked smile at their imaginations.

"I am right, huh? You're just a nice guy!" the star boy asked, leaning in. The other two troublemakers got themselves together enough to lean in too, giggling.

"Yeah, tell us! Who are you?"

Logan couldn't stop himself before he even knew what his brain and mouth were going to say.

"I-I'm gay."

Well that was certainly new.

Logan realized what he said and covered his mouth with his hand, shock covering his entire face. Oh now you've done it, he roared at himself, you've told three kids and an old lady you're a disgusting pansy!

But the yelling and the chastising and the kicking-him-out-of-the-store never came. The other children looked to him in absolute glee, and the old woman just snickered.

"So what, dude? I'm like... mega gay too," the boy in the star shirt joked. He easily smiled at Logan.

Logan couldn't tell if he was being encouraged, or if he was doing the encouraging to the boy.

The other two children looked between eachother before looking to Logan. "We're non-binary. We use they/them pronouns. Could you please use them?"

Logan just barely managed a nod, his nerves in overdrive. He just outed himself and now these brave kids were coming out to him too? It was a hell of a thing to wrap around his brain. "O-Of course I will," he managed through chattering teeth.

Logan turned to the old woman last. He expected her to throw him out at first, but now he realized that she knew all this time. Now he looked to Mrs.Tamry in fear. The fact she could figure something like that out so quick was something Logan wasn't prepared to deal with, shock after shock being ran into him in the past ten minutes.

"Young man, you realize that this establishment has a 'We Accept You' sticker on the front, right?" she giggled, patting his shoulder despite him being a tree and her a stump.

Logan looked back to the glass and saw a mirrored version of that sticker on the door; clear as day.

Logan slumped his shoulders. "Oh."

Mrs.Tamry took his shoulders and guided Logan over to a seat, sitting in the one next to him with a sigh. "Ooh, that feels much better on my back."

Logan just stared at her, sweating and shaking and why had I not fought my secretary on letting me work-

Mrs.Tamry clasped a hand on top of his fussing one and smiled gently. The wild side of her had been turned down, and now something much more sweet laid itself out to the scatterbrained gay.

Logan felt himself calm down just a little.

"Now now, I've been told by my niece that her boss was coming in today to spend his day off. I'm to assume that's you, right?" she gently asked. The hand on Logan's softly rubbed it's thumb against Logan's knuckles.

Logan calmed down just a little more.

His tongue managed to unstick itself from the roof of his mouth enough to let out a small, "yes."

He didn't know why he was so freaked. Usually when he got this nervous he'd just bury it down like he had been for the past thirty something years but in this place, it felt like no matter how hard he tried, he was forced to feel everything he was feeling. Logan did not like it.

Mrs.Tamry sighed and used her other hand to tap a gentle rhythm in Logan's arm, giving him something to hold on to.

"Y'know, I didn't expect such a good man like you to be holding back so much fear. I could feel it as you stepped through that door," Mrs.Tamry commented, trying to make small talk.

Logan avoided her eyes. "Well, I haven't got much of a place to let it out."

Mrs.Tamry kept the rhythm on his arm while she hummed.

"Well that simply isn't good!" she preached. "Tell you what, if you're feeling so scared and trembling like you are now, you can always come to me, y'hear?"

Logan nodded a little. He could feel himself slowly relax, coming down from being so flustered and flabbergasted.

New places, new conversations- in which he made actual conversations instead of one-sided invites -new people, new ideas, new everything! It made his brain go into overdrive and his nerves alight. Usually he was able to handle it, bury it deep for later, but here? It seemed he couldn't stuff the feelings down.

Maybe it was Mrs.Tamry's wild but motherly approach, or the bookstore's inviting nature, or the teens he talked to earlier, but either way, Logan just sighed.

He was okay. He was safe. He was okay.

Mrs.Tamry pulled Logan up and rubbed his back while she headed him in the direction of the laptops.

"Why don't you do yourself a favor and find a game to play or- or a messaging site to talk to someone!" Mrs.Tamry then giggled cheekily. "It seems you don't have many friends, so now's a time to start!"

Logan took a seat next to the three teens with an awkward smile and a wave as he opened up the laptop. It was a little out of style, but it seemed fine enough as Logan booted it up.

"We never got your name, sir," the star boy asked politely while Logan logged in.

"Yeah! Like for example I'm Joan and that's Talyn, and he's Thomas, so now you know us!" the newly named Joan called out, tipping their beanie like a celebrity.

Talyn nodded along, playing with their colorful hair. "Homework is getting boring, we wanna know you!"

Logan turned to the three kids with a reserved smile as he signed up for a messenger site called GetAlong.

"My name is Logan Corbett."

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[slurpingsoba]

For the requests, Shigadabi when they first realized they liked eachother?

Um this may be less lighthearted than what you wanted, but I was experimenting with my writing style. 

Word Count: 1.7k

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So this was the point in which the sun settled down into the horizon for the night, its light and warmth disappearing from behind a curtain of darkness that replaced the cerulean sky. The curtain, black and dotted with little stars and a crescent moon, made the world seem a lot less animated. Looking down at the people on the streets below him, Dabi watched as the people slowed and retreated into their homes, the energy within them fading with the sun’s departure. 

‘Lucky them,’ Dabi thought, ‘at least they have homes to return to.’

Dabi’s apartment was a temporary living space; he didn’t like the apartment’s location nor its general atmosphere. Big city lights flooded through his window whenever he tried to sleep, and the ceiling creaked when the tenant above him decided to get drunk and rowdy and bustle around his room. Dabi’s next-door neighbor wasn’t any better with her late-night parties that continued until the sun peeked out from behind its curtain in the morning. But Dabi had no money - he could barely afford this month’s rent anyway - so he couldn’t move into a more desirable place.

He had no deep connection to his apartment, and he hated it as much as he hated dissolute heroes like his father, but he stayed because he needed to. It was the same logic Dabi applied to his involvement in the League. He truly didn’t enjoy interacting with the other members, especially Toga, with her twisted love for the Hero Killer, but he needed the League’s influence to pursue his own goal of carrying on Stain’s will. 

However, Dabi found himself fascinated by the one League member that he initially hated: Shigaraki Tomura.

Dabi’s interest in Shigaraki was akin to a child’s curiosity, innocently discovering things about the world through observation and investigation. For some reason, Dabi’s subconscious saw something in Shigaraki that was beyond his immaturity and madness; something that was perceptive, muted, and solemn, a forgotten boy buried inside a man of great misfortune. It reminded Dabi of himself, and perhaps that’s why he was drawn to him. 

The ghost of Touya Todoroki was trapped within Dabi’s frame.

Dabi knew pain and loss, and he was sure that Shigaraki knew it too. He could see it in his expression when he glanced down at his father’s hand, regarding it as both a prized possession and a cursed object, repulsion threatening to make him sick like the first time he saw the remnants of his family. He could see it in eyes when he fought, brimming with anger and hunger for violence; to hurt others before they hurt him. Dabi could hear it in his voice, a morose, aching drawl that seemed hesitant to share what was unknown, wanting to bond with people but never knowing how to convey his feelings with words. Pain and loss weren’t foreign to Shigaraki; they made up the very essence of his being.

‘Just what kind of person are you, Shigaraki?’ Dabi mused, the cool twilight glow seeping through his window.

He suddenly felt cold, and lonely. Even though fire rushed through his veins due to the nature of his quirk, Dabi couldn’t rid himself of the numbness that resided deep in his core. He didn’t like it. It reminded him of his childhood.

For once, he wished the alcoholic living above him would make a racket like he usually did to distract him.

To keep his mind from recalling the sins that Endeavor committed against him, Dabi thought of Shigaraki and his dull colored hair and scarred lips. His face was a coarse one, marked with blemishes that explained his past better than he ever could. Dabi couldn’t imagine what would’ve created the wrinkles that stretched from the skin around his eyes to his forehead, or the small tear underneath his eye. Dabi sighed and thought back to his scarred lips bitten raw, and wondered what Shigaraki’s lips would feel like on his. 

Dabi’s eyes widened with the realization that he was attracted to Shigaraki, the idea revealing itself unconsciously in his absentminded daydreaming. When did hate turn into lust? Why did he not feel disgusted by the prospect of being in a romantic relationship with Shigaraki? Why could Dabi imagine himself running his fingers through Shigaraki’s matted hair, holding his pale face in his warm hand, inching closer to him excruciatingly slow...

For some reason, Dabi believed that a kiss from Shigaraki wouldn’t feel rough, but soft. 

Prompted by his fantasy, Dabi picked up his phone and dialed Shigaraki’s number. Only Shigaraki could understand what Dabi was going through right now. Pain and loss, hate and love.

He would understand.

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Putting down his phone, Shigaraki pursed his lips, stood up, and grabbed the black jacket that laid haphazardly on a nearby swivel chair. Dabi had asked him to stop by his apartment, but he never stated why he wanted him there.

But Shgaraki knew why.

He noticed the way that Dabi watched him whenever they occupied the same room. The distance between them felt infinite, yet intimate, like space and time did not apply and all tangible concepts became abstract. Everyone else in the room would vanish, and the two of them would exist in their own little world.

Dabi always looked at him with those intense blue eyes of his that saw what resided beneath Shigaraki’s exterior, into the deeper, secret side of him. He would move closer to Shigaraki, and dropping the air of aloofness he carried with him, touch his arm gently, making goosebumps rise on Shigaraki’s skin. His shy display of physical affection would linger for what felt like lifetimes, dissipating only when Dabi removed his hand to place it somewhere else on Shigaraki’s body. But he would stop himself, realizing that his need for contact was something more than platonic.

Dabi liked him, but he was afraid to show it.

And this notion was endearing to Shigaraki, mainly because it was ironic that a man as insightful as Dabi was out of touch with his own emotions; a stranger to his heart’s desires. 

As Shigaraki stepped out of his own room and into the empty streets, he wished that Dabi wasn’t so disciplined. If he didn’t fear showing affection, he would know that Shigaraki craved his touch as much as Dabi craved his, and he even dreamed about it.

To Shigaraki, Dabi was an enigma, another game or puzzle for him to beat. Shigaraki wanted to investigate every aspect of him, learn about his oddities, and then win his devotion. 

He wanted to care for Dabi in ways that he had never been cared for himself. He wanted to cherish him and protect him from harm - especially from cruel men like Endeavor.

‘Was he the one who left you disfigured?’

Shigaraki pictured Dabi’s scars, the color of raisins, arranged in random patches and encircled by crude staples. He cringed remembering the scent that emitted from Dabi after he used his fire, smoke rising from the gaps between his staples, the smell of burnt skin filling his nostrils. Shigaraki knew - too well - that quirks could cause unbearable amounts of pain, both physically and emotionally, and memories from Shigaraki’s past involuntarily entered his mind.

Nausea overcame Shigaraki, making him feel faint and dizzy. He would’ve fallen over if he didn’t grab onto the lamppost that was beside him for support, gripping it with eight deft fingers.

‘Did your father hurt you like mine did?’

He looked up toward Dabi’s apartment complex, which was nearby, and then toward the stars. Some people wished upon them to solve their problems or even considered them symbols of fate. Shigaraki never had confidence in superstitious nonsense like that, but as he stared at the little bright dots in the sky, and the waxing crescent moon, he wanted to believe that some force bigger than himself was driving him toward Dabi. 

‘I understand why you called.’ Shigaraki reflected, ‘you need me, and I need you.’

Shigaraki gained the strength to stand and he continued on his way to Dabi’s place. 

Soon reaching the elevator of Dabi’s complex, Shigaraki stepped in and pressed the appropriate floor number. 

He pondered the outcomes of a relationship with Dabi. Could they possibly be able to heal each other, and make each other happy? Or would they just remind each other of their own personal trauma? 

As he leaned against the back wall of the elevator, Shigaraki imagined the League, his League, in uproar after finding out about their relationship. Spinner and Mr. Compress would congratulate them graciously, but Twice would take it one step further and hug them both. Twice’s type of happiness was contagious and inescapable, and Shigaraki found himself smiling, hoping that his fictional scenario would become reality one day.

Exiting the elevator, Shigaraki felt lightheaded. Although he prepared at length to deliver his confession, the thought of rejection plagued him. Shigaraki was too afraid to ruin his connection with Dabi, but their current friendship wasn’t enough for him. He needed his attention, his adoration...

His love.

Shigaraki approached his door and knocked, trying not to dwell on his negative emotions. When Dabi appeared before him, Shigaraki couldn’t breathe.

The unspoken truth between them was unveiled.

Dabi gazed at him with intense blue eyes saturated with lust, and Shigaraki felt himself relax. He remembered that Dabi could see straight through him. 

There was nothing to hide.

Shigaraki let his heart do the talking.

“I like you.” He said simply, not waiting for Dabi to speak first. 

Dabi grinned, and the apprehension that clouded his face waned. He didn’t feel so numb anymore. In fact, it was the first time in a while that he felt completely unburdened.

“Somehow…” Dabi began, “you’ve managed to say the phrase that I couldn’t say over the phone so easily.” He opened his door a bit wider, welcoming Shigaraki into his apartment. “But now I have the courage to.”

“I like you, Shigaraki. I like you too.”

[salon-maiden-anabel]

Between Lucy or Dahlia, who would have the most interesting interactions with Emmet? (I'm leaning towards Lucy, but either would be fun.)

The fun thing is: Neither of them have that much dialogue,, so there really isn't that much to pick out on personality lol so this is going to be up to my personal interpretation I get from their dialogue !! If we give our attention to miss My Type Specialty is Serpents

She's fairly rude and doesn't talk as much as the other brains, and we know from lines likeeeee

This! She's simply not one for talking! However, one line of dialogue that lives in my head rent free iiisssss:

I really do feel like Lucy and Emmet would get along after a little bit of having to work together. Like warming up to people! I describe Lucy as a dork who's just a master at trying to be off-putting: But I think Emmet would be able to see right past that. He's a nice guy! I can see it as, like, not getting along the best at first but growing to Understand. Deff some interesting interactions in there if you want to go down the route of unlikely friends who surprisingly understand eachother more then they think they would. This probably makes no sense lol im typing this at 4 am; BUT!!! The Lucy!!!! The dork who's growing on people!!!! Plus she has this weird ability across all media to just collect people who look up to her . it's really funny actually. Gestures at her facility trainers in the anime and nearly every time Anabel is near her in the manga she's holding her shoulders gently. If we move onto Dahlia! She has even less dialogue to comb through bc masters hasn't added her yet :p but!!

Dahlia, to me, comes off as someone who's just, well, /happy/ as can be to exist. She's a really nice person all around!!! We can see some of this come into play in the manga as well! Both her and Lucy's Facilities are based on the concept of /Luck/ and due to that, esp with how much Lucy talks about it in masters, they both very much do a lot of things off the concept of Luck. !!!! Words hard also shout out to Dahlia knowing abt the distortion world. Idk why but the frontier brains just casually knowing abt it is funny to me

But that's off topic: In short, I think Dahlia's characterization due to having less, is also way less . . Rigid? In how to explore it. She's a very friendly person as stated before, so I feel like there wouldn't be that hurdle of having to deal with trying to get along while in PMD, like he would most likely have to deal with Lucy. So tldr: Dahlia my fucking beloved would make things easy while Lucy would have a lot more character interaction to figure out how they would get along. Which could all come together in a neat, wait shit I actually want to be your friend moment if they're in a tough spot or smtn :p Teehee. Power of unlikely friendship

[jaxonah]

Proposing- BTS

(for @moonlight-91 )

Jin-

-there WILL be fireworks.

-because seokjin is he definition of “extra”.

-pops the big, beautiful question at disney land, where you both first admitted you loved eachother.

-had to have all the boys opinions on the proposal before he planned everything.

-picked the most beautiful ring for you that costed a pretty penny.

-made sure your favorite disney characters were in attendance.

-as you were distracted by the huge colorful fireworks that spelled out “marry me?” Jin, got on his knee behind you and waited for you to turn around.

-once you did, you broke out into sobs as everyone around you was cheering and jin was on the verge of tears as well. Awaiting your answer.

-you could only nod your head “yes” frantically before jin literally jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, crying and pressing his lips against yours.

-you just know you both will have a long happy marriage.  

Suga-

-wanted to write a song and ask you to marry him through the lyrics.

-spent literally day and night trying to work on the perfect song but he wasn’t satisfied with any of it. 

-you were getting worried and absolutely over thinking that he was spending so much time in the studio and not with you.

-you really began to think he was growing tired of you.

-it was now 2:30 am and yoongi was STILL in the studio while you were tossing and turning in bed. 

-”fuck this,” you said before getting up and getting ready to approach yoongi at the studio.

-once you made it and you knocked on the door, yoongi opened up and you immediately noticed how out of it and tired you look.

-his eyes met yours and he began to tear up.

-”FUCK.”

-”i’m just trying to make my proposal fucking perfect and I can’t even do that for you, damn it.”

-obviously the stress of asking you to marry him in the way you deserved was getting to him.

-holy fuck, you just realized he said “proposal”.

-”you want to marry me, min yoongi?...”

-he came and held you tightly to him, small tears running down both of your cheeks.

-”will you please?” he asked with his forehead pressed against yours while he reached into his pocket for the gorgeous ring he’d gotten you.

-it wasn’t exactly traditional but you were so happy you were proposed to by the love of your life.

J-Hope-

 -scared. scared. SCARED.

-practiced how to ask you with yoongi.

-”this is so unexpected, oh my god YES!” yoongi teased.

-”hyung stop playing, I really love her! She has to say yes...”

-”she will, just go ask her.”

-didn’t want a crazy proposal, just wanted to keep it intimate and personal between the two of you.

-legit proposed to you once you answered the door for him.

-didn’t say a word, just got onto his knee, busted out the beautiful ring and stared at you with nothing but nervousness in his eyes.

-you gasped and seriously almost passed out from the shock.

-you screamed out “YES” before being attacked with Hoseok’s hugs and kisses.

-planning the wedding is gonna be HELLA fun.

Rap Mon-

-well thought out and fucking beautiful proposal.

-rented out your favorite restaurant so that it was just you two with your favorite food and music playing.

-you both were so entranced in interesting and fun conversation, it felt kind of like a first date.

-namjoon grew anxious and excited when it was time for dessert come out.

-(you bet your ass your ring was inside the chocolate cake you would be sharing.)

-although it both kind of made you cringe, you allowed namjoon to feed you the first bite of cake. 

-believe it or not, you got the ring in the first bite.

-once you pulled the gorgeous diamond ring out of your mouth, you looked over at a nervous/ unbelievably happy namjoon get onto his knee.

-he slowly reached out and helped place the ring onto your finger.

-tears filled your eyes as you looked at the gorgeous piece of jewelry and then at your gorgeous fiance.

Jimin-

-was at first so nervous and had no idea how to ask you.

-thought day and night of cute ideas on how to ask you.

-figured out the best way finally.

-blinded fold you at like 3 AM and took you to where your first met.

-a concert venue during a BTS performance.

-he helped you onto the stage where he first locked eyes with you while you were in the audience. 

-”open your blindfold, baby...”

-you see Jimin on his knee with the most beautiful ring you’ve ever laid eyes on his hand. 

“Y/N, there’s so many reasons on how and why I fell in lo-”

-he couldn’t finish due to your pouncing on him and knocking him down, passionately pressing your lips against his.

-you both had such an intense makeout session on the stage floor, when you pulled away you were both out of breath and slightly dazed.

-”yes.” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again.

V-

-seriously got a ring a week after you both started dating.

-ya’ll have been together for 3 years now and he wants more.

-decides to take you on a vacation and propose to you in a relaxed and loving setting, just the two of you.

-is sitting on the plane with you and watches as you stare out the plane window, feeling like he’s falling even more in love with you with each passing second.

-can’t even hold it in anymore.

-”please marry me,” he says to you while looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

-you turn around to see him reach into his pocket and pull out a velvet box.

-you couldn’t help but cry and nod your head yes and while Taehyung slipped the ring on your finger, promising to make you the happiest person in the world.

Jungkook-

-asked all of his hyungs how he should propose.

-he took namjoon’s “just ask how you’d like to be asked” advice.

-thought you deserved an unforgettable proposal so that’s exactly what he gave you.

-called you up on stage during an actual fucking concert and instantly became all giggly and smiley. 

-but super nervous on the inside.

-once you came up on stage, he wasted no time and decided to just do it.

-you hadn’t even fully made it onto the stage when he got onto one knee in front of your direction.

-the cheers from the crowd outweighed the very soft but inevitable boos.

-the boys stood back and watched with happiness and proudness in their eyes.

-you covered your face with your hands while Jungkook put the microphone down and asked you loudly due to the intense cheers.

-you simply nodded yes, too emotional to say or do anything else before he jumped up and picked you up by your waist, kissing you hard and already planning your married life.

[anotherheromusic-blog]

The short answer is: The rise of popular phrases such as “Handouts” and “Free Rides” is the result of a political propaganda campaign designed to misrepresent factual data and create an emotional response in citizens so it becomes easier to push an agenda onto them that they will get behind and support.

It is the rule in war, if ten times the enemy’s strength, surround them; if five times, attack them; if double, be able to divide them; if equal, engage them; if fewer, defend against them; if weaker, be able to avoid them. – Sun Tzu

This may not be “war” but the mainstream media in the United States is certainly a battleground of ideas and the most important tool toward swaying public opinion away or toward a particular agenda. Phrases like “Handouts” and “Free Ride” have been growing in popularity not because the public decided to randomly use these words more frequently, but because these words were being used to divide our population and create conflict among the lower class. It is hardly a metaphor to say they have the poor fighting the poor for picking up too many crumbs.

 (Rise in popularity of the search term “free ride” has almost doubled on Google search engines from 2012 to 2017)

The long answer:

Let’s focus first on an example of common welfare propaganda in mainstream media to show just how fabricated some of their information is. Here is one image which has been routinely circulating the internet regarding this debate about welfare fraud and it’s exaggerated impact on the U.S. economy:

 “New American way of life” propaganda article by John Tabb

Some of these ideas may be accurate but the way it paints this minuscule percentage of the population who would use such a complex fraud as the cause of our “$18 trillion plus in debt” is purposely misleading. The author clearly has a political agenda in writing this. It is clearly not about the statistics at all, it’s about pushing a political agenda.

This is a very complex fraud and would require pretty in-depth research to prove false. Working that hard to find a way to circumvent the system is practically a job in of itself. My initial feeling was that I seriously doubt enough people would implement such a scam for it to impact our economy in the slightest. It’s the same as any other criminal fraud scam, the only difference is this one is being presented in the media.

My initial feeling was that, before researching the validity of this article at all, I would be more concerned with bailouts of corporations who screwed up our economy than I would this tiny percent of welfare fraud, but that is a no-no to talk about in the media (since the media is owned by the same crowd getting the bailouts)

Also this article doesn’t cite it’s sources for this information therefore making it even more difficult to prove wrong. But that is the nature of propaganda: It isn’t designed to help make our lives better or help our economy, it’s to rile people up and get their support for a political agenda.

But after researching further I found this article was completely debunked. This emotionally charged propaganda was covered by Snope.com which has this to say about the article:

As is often the case with e-mail polemics focused on purported welfare abuse and taxpayer outrage, the “New American Way of Life” offers an implausible, far-fetched scenario to condemn those who use public assistance to make ends meet.

Regarding the misrepresentation of Section 8 housing legislation they go on to say:

Points 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 of the forward pertain to the imagined generosity of the housing program colloquially called “Section 8,” the U.S Department of Housing and Urban Development’s (HUD) assistance program that provides very low-income families with subsidized vouchers they can use towards paying a portion of their monthly rent.

While Section 8 is frequently derided in the fashion referenced above, it’s very difficult to play the system in the manner described due to the low supply versus tremendous demand for housing and vouchers among those in need of it. Applicants typically have to spend years on waiting lists before Section 8 housing becomes available, and in many cases it takes years to even get one’s name on a waiting list in the first place. (Source – http://www.snopes.com/new-american-way-life/  )

I don’t want to delve too deeply into the complex “Why” behind Welfare propaganda and the purposely misleading data behind it becoming so readily regurgitated on the internet in countless debates across social media and news outlets, but I have a few points I want to make.

First off, the amount of government spending on Welfare (and the perceived effect of welfare fraud on our economy) is insignificant at best, and purposely misleading to create conflict with divide and conquer tactics at worst.

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(Total Government Spending in the United States, Federal, State, and Local Fiscal Year 2017) Source: http://www.usgovernmentspending.com/breakdown

Notice how Welfare is less than 10% of our Federal Budget

To even mention welfare fraud as if it is some big problem is to be either unaware of the scope of corporate fraud or prejudiced against the poor. There is no middle-ground.

My point is not to defend criminal welfare fraud. My point is that the media has the citizens of the U.S. bitching about this .005% of the population who are abusing this system instead of the massive corporate bailouts and complete corruption of our government by big money from 13 or so families who are literally trying to take over the nation by turning the population against eachother through media outlets they control and the politicians they have helped put into power with their inordinate wealth.Welfare fraud is mathematically insignificant when compared to even one government “bailout” of Goldman Sachs, Wells Fargo, Bank of America, General Motors, and other such tragedies. (Companies that did not need to be bailed out, or should have been left to be replaced by another company)Let us not forget how the government gave an 85 BILLION dollar bailout to AIG which they then proceeded to spend $440,000 of on a massive party.Corporate corruption, corporate fraud, corporate financial crimes are FAR FAR FAR more significant and impactful on our daily lives than the drop in the bucket of welfare fraud. To even mention welfare fraud as if it is some big problem is to be either unaware of the scope of corporate fraud or prejudiced against the poor. There is no middle-ground.

To describe the psychology of the American citizens passionately uniting against one another to fight with the poor while ignoring massive corporate and political corruption is basically a prisoner becoming the prison warden mentality. The poor are fighting the poor and calling it a “handout” when someone receives welfare because they believe there are an abundance of welfare users who blow all their “free” money on material bullshit they were brainwashed into buying and too few welfare users who are using it to provide for their family.

What they fail to realize, however, is both of these types of welfare users are a victim of a hyper commercialized society where businesses and business owners get away with murder while the poor fight with one another over the crumbs.

No one gets a handout. No one can live off welfare alone. No poor person receiving a “handout” is holding society back like it is portrayed on popular media. The truth is the banking cartels, media moguls, megalithic real estate owners and their little clubs are the ones holding us back.

I repeatedly encounter arguments when I try to bring up the stratification of wealth issue and bring attention to corporate bailouts and criminal acts committed by massively rich families in public conversation such as:

“Your destiny in life is brought to you by your everyday choices..

The choice is yours!! You can’t blame anyone for where you end up in life.

I’m tired of hearing the poor blame the rich for their own problems”

What a nice sentiment. Truly it is the American dream. It is partly true, the philosophy is sound, we certainly cannot make our lives better by complaining and whining and not doing anything to better our lives. We can accomplish anything we put our minds to, I truly believe that.

HOWEVER there are millions of people in the U.S. who have the odds stacked against them and must work 4 times harder due to what tax bracket they were born into. Look at the historical standard oil monopoly for an example of how the theory: “the choice is yours! You can’t blame anyone for where you end up in life” works when you’re up against the Rockefellers who eliminated their competition with illegal bribes, back door deals and economic might.

Look at the JP Morgan empire which practically single-handedly caused the great depression. People who reduce these issues to “anyone can be rich with hard work, and it isn’t the rich people’s fault” simply do not know what the word “rich” means.

Rich is not a suburban family with a 3 story house, 4 cars, a yacht and 10 big screen Tvs.

Rich is being able to destabilize a small nation by investing against it’s economic interests, being able to cause war over your oil empire…Rich is the families who, if threatened by another new business opening in their field, will merely buy the business and acquire it’s assets, and if that business does not agree to be bought then using your economic might, strong arm it completely out of the market and force their stocks to plummet.

This is the reality of American business 90% of the public is not aware of when they argue about these topics on social media. They reduce immense discussions on inequality and manipulative business practices that harm the entire world to “liberal” and “conservative”: political garbage that misses the entire point.

It takes money to make money and as any investor knows, a 1000 dollar investment with a 140% ROI is far less valuable than a 100,000 dollar investment with the same return.

We can’t say these philosophy quotes as if they are a solution to the problem of stratification of wealth and consolidation of resources and power. Those quotes are not the same for you and I as they are for the Rockefellers, the Rothschilds, the Morgan’s, the Warburgs, etc. Names most people haven’t even heard of yet the world’s most wealthy and influential people (yet the media rarely talks about them…

)

It’s not about people not working hard or relying on “handouts” it’s about 13 families having so much control over land, resources and political influence that their vote is worth 100,000,000 times our vote, and their consolidation of wealth affects our ability to prosper.

People who comment on these topics with their “Hell yeah AMEN Brotha! End the free rides!” are generally ignorant and they truly believe that when I bring attention to how the megalithic corporation owners are the real problem, that I am bitching about my neighbor who has 2 hummers, a jetski, and kids attending private school…. How shortsighted, people truly don’t know what a rich person is. They have no f****ng clue there are men who make more while they are taking a shit then they will their entire lives.

No matter how “in control” or “free” you think you are you will NEVER, EVER be free like the Rothschilds, the Rockefellers, the Warburgs, the Morgan’s and their little clubs.

That is the point I am trying to make here.

The rich have the poor believing they are truly at fault for the problems of the U.S. and pardon my sensationalist commentary here but is it really that different from the jews being blamed for the economic struggle of Germany before WWII?

The problem never has been and never will be the poor or the lazy. The problem is the rich and dedicated psychopaths who make their life pursuit to amass as much control and resources as humanly possible at the expense of everyone else.

 Closing Remarks

It seems to me, pretty dark, that there are citizens who spend enough time in their life watching the poor and judging their actions to the point of becoming physically sick and tired when they don’t do what they want them to do. It doesn’t take long, reading through comments about welfare to find some rather disturbing misconceptions about the poor in our nation.

The public response to welfare seems callous, devoid of empathy, devoid of human recognition, like these people on welfare aren’t human beings to them but rather some diseased animal somehow perceivably limiting their capacity for growth merely by their desire for food and snacks.

Considering welfare is one of the smallest percentages of what the U.S. budget goes towards, it is insightful to study the public reaction toward these claims of “handouts” and “free rides”, terms that seem to have exploded in popularity in the past 5 years.

Why would the public be so focused on such a small percentage of the federal budget but speak with such sensationalist language and rhetoric which makes it seem as if we are in some sort of national state of emergency due to welfare inefficiency…?

Waste may be waste and these programs are not perfect, but why do I get the feeling these people yelling about “handouts” do not feel so passionately about any of the other wasteful actions of the government or big business? Why does welfare bother these people to the point of outrage and public declarations of “the free ride must end!”

Why is it such a plaguing issue? The answer is it is not. There are far far worse and more serious tax related problems we could be talking about but those discussions do not take place because everyone is focused on welfare “handouts”

To those of you who are attacking welfare on social media: How does it affect you? It doesn’t. You falsely believe this welfare inefficiency is impacting your life and it is not. You have been misled. It doesn’t make you a bad person, you’ve been manipulated by the media and a propaganda campaign designed to pit the poor against the poor and I’m sorry if you didn’t know, you are also poor. There is no middle class, you are either poor or you are massively rich.

 – Another Hero

[tamiddyinyourcity]

Does anyone in my real life still read this blog? I don't think so. Patrick the PussyAssBitch/Danny Defeato probably stopped awhile back, and I don't hold too much interest in that. Bush Whore also probably quit.... or did she? Is seeing her best friend's ex girlfriend having a mental breakdown online amusing for her?

It must've been before, since the bitch kept doing it. (Then complaining to Patrick that I write about her.... No shit dumbass, I owe no sweet nothings to a bitch that was eager to make me the bad guy in her own story, even when before the first breakup happened, it was still "im worried about him having a girl best friend, but then again thats probably due to so many cheating dynamics and more ive witnessed growing up as well as usually banging or having guy friends who hope to bang me, so shes probably not a bad person and i just need to be less anxious; i should meet her or something and feel a vibe for myself."

And then post-breakup, when we got back together but he wanted me to apologize, i was totally fine doing so. (That's a half truth; i hated the idea, but eventually grew into a 'saving my energy' sort of mindset, and figured..... might as well clear the air. Plus, i believe most people are redeemable for their actions. Except for Marco, who officially loses the train metaphor and would be tripped onto some train tracks with ease.)

Buuuut nope, Azalea continued being a stank hoe.

Then even post breakup number two, kept stalking my blog???? Like hoe me and him are not together and dont plan to date again????? Let a bitch vent?

She's a bird. :)

Anyway.

I'll admit it was flattering, but jesus. I hate people who overcomplicate things, so much.

And I guess as I woke up today, I reflected on things.

I feel pretty... good these days.

I'm dating someone who communicates with me. And actually treats me to things simply because they want to. He cooks for me, and with me. He's a real sweet guy, and I'm glad we ended up seeing eachother.

I guess it just feels nice, being in an actual healthy relationship.

And if I'm sure no exes or weirdos see this....

It feels fantastic finding someone that really showed me Patrick #2 wasn't jack shit.

He did good things during our relationship, but in hindsight, always could have done more.

A guy with a girl he clearly likes, works a full time job and only ever spends his money on gas or lunch, still not bothering to buy his clearly poor girlfriend a plate of food? He paid no rent whatsoever either, so it really wasn't gonna dent him anyway.

The same dumbass that made a double/triple decker sandwich next to me as I complained about starving. He was such a dumbass, for fuck's sake...

He did eventually learn it sorta peeved me off, and did offer to treat me every once and awhile.

And still have mixed feelings about last Christmas. DEFINITELY STILL PISSED AT HIS RUDE ASS REACTION TO MY GIFT WITH HIS UNGRATEFUL ASS, that fuckass bitch, thats exactly why I took that shit back a week later. (Better to have it lost in my bedroom, than lost in his. Don't need his dumbass to fucking mock me to whatever naive person he goes with next. "Oh yeah, I got her freshwater pearl earrings, ahd she got me this painting and a fuckton of pins! Hurhurhur how fucking hilarious!" God, he pisses me off in so many damn ways.

His gift was..... eh.

Sweet, but like, it was a pre-bought twofer gift he got at a gift shop. With the abalone earrings, at least THAT was "Oh my godddddd, I love them!" Were they my type of style? Other than the iridescence, not really. I don't really wear dangly earrings. Loved em as a kid, but, they make me self conscious. Just.... feels like they could get stuck on something with too wrong a swing.

But anyway, I already owned pearl earrings.

I came to his house that night.... wearing pearl earrings.

So opening a box, and seeing at what looks like, at first glance, cheap pearl earrings, that I could buy a 20 pack of for 1.99 at the Beauty Supply store.... had made me upset.

I could've laughed it off and still found it nice, if he didn't rag on my sentimental gift so hard.

Girls do not like when you treat their handmade painting, letter about being happy to give things a 2nd try, and your gifted pins about your interests as disposable, as you.... give them cheap earrings that they already owned, that were PRE BOUGHT, and lacked a card.

.....

Outside of him being stingy as fuck while I blew mad money buying more shit for him and his (really sweet) mother, when I already knew I was gonna probably be broke trying to find a sublet to move into....

A great example of *why men deserve less*

..... He was also a massive coward. Was he honest to me about why Azalea didn't like me before we broke up? No. Was he honest about how Azalea was annoyed at having me at the party when I deadass gave him a several day period to tell me, so that if i was told not to come, I could plan something else, and not be hurt trying to put away my outfit or unpack card games? Nope. Was he honest at any point? No.

Hell, even the night I broke up with him.

He had a chance to be fucking real.

He was given a chance to kiss me. I knew if he turned it down, it was a sign he didn't like me enough and to leave. If he did, then I would've never gave him the breakup letter. We could've talked things out, because sometimes we flourished when honest conversations happened.

.....

He turned me down. I accepted that calmly, gave him the letter, and a nice hug.

Only once I got home, suddenly he's vagueposting sad Pepe memes to twitter, and suddenly texting me how much he liked the letter; how sad he was to see me go. All that. Even said he wished he did kiss me.

.......

Guess what he did when given one last chance to talk?

Lied.

And then another after that?

Lied.

......

He always lies. God forbid anyone else deals with him.

Never communicated until worst case scenarios already happened.

And a twat.

Always so condescending.

.......

At some point, I thought he was the best relationship ever.

Until I met another depressed white twitter Marxist, and he was six feet tall with an even bigger dick that PROBABLY took longer than 4 seconds to come.

And he had a personality too, which had me like.... Oh, nice.

Then Cam, then I think two others. I forgot the others.

Cam..... And then Kieran, but that was more one sided, still a chill person.... Ah, then JC.

Juan Carlos is a fucking dumbass, ive noticed. Not much to say about him, other than he was definitely the official transitioner to make me forget Patrick had existed.

Wow, all it took was someone else to be good at oral, and being the first time of someone else. Who wouldve guessed?

Aaaaand then JC totally ruining my self esteem made me feel content.

Why keep settling?

Why settle?

I just knew there were people out there who would value me and treat me with genuine respect.

I set standards and ended up finding someone great.

It feels nice.

[gemvictorfromtheponyverse]

Clara/12th Doctor drabble

Modern AU, inspired by a prompt by @otppromptress that practically screamed Clara/12 for Doctor Who! ---- The most important thing, that John Smith owned, was a grainy polaroid of too many people trying to squeeze toghther to fit in the picture infront of an old cabin in the woods, the kind you'd rent for your family vacation. In the left corner of the picture, there is a middle aged couple with their arms around eachother. Next to them, is a younger couple, one of which is holding onto a little girl standing imoatiently infront of them. Next to them in turn, there's an even younger couple, a baby buddle in blankets resting in the wife's arms. They're all smiling, and and you can sense that they all enjoyed themselves despite having to stand so close toghther for the photo. It was also one of the first thing that Clara Oswin Oswald noticed when she moved in with John. It always stood in the exact same place, next to the framed photo of a teenage girl on the coffee table, a perfectly reasonable place for it to be. Clara liked it, though she sometimes wondered who the persons in the picture were, and if any of them were John. Clara knew that John had had another family before her, a wife and maybe children, and she knew that he lost them, but out of respect she'd never asked for more details. --- One morning, Clara was headed to the kitchen for some coffee and breakfast. John had already left for work, but Clara was left as one of her early morning classes were cancelled due to the students going on the field trip. As she came into the living room, she saw the photo lying on the floor, rather than its normal place, and she was just about to put it back, when the phone rang. Distracted, she left it on the bookshelf instead, setting off for their kitchen and home phone. --- As John came home from work, he noted to his dismay that Clara was not home yet. He had hoped to make her laugh by telling some funny anecdotes from work, but clearly that was going to have to wait. Remembering that she had late afternoon classes on Wednesdays, he simply sigh, dropping down on the sofa and thinking maybe he could watch some TV. As always, his gaze traveled to the right as he put on the apparat, glancing lovingly at the two photos on the coffee table. Both showed persons from his first family, that he'd had long before Clara. One, was a framed picture of his granddaughter, and the other one of all of his family. It was very precious, as the rest of the pictures that showed all of his family together had been destroyed in the accident costing almost all of his other family members their lives. As his gaze landed on the table, however, he quickly realised something was missing. To his utter horror, there was only a framed picture of a teenage girl, the grainy polaroid normally accompanying it missing. Tears sprung to his eyes as he frantically looked around him, his heart beating so hard his chest hurt as he tried to understand where it had went. Jumping up from the couch cushions, he started looking everywhere, but not finding it. It was gone. Truly, properly gone. Tears streamed down his face and his knees gave in under him as his head almost explode with pain and grief at the thought of having lost the only picture he left. Shaking and barely breathing from the panic he shakily sat down behind the sofa, curling in on himself and rocking back and forth as he tried to convince himself it was nothing but a nightmare. It simply had to be a nightmare, because it couldn’t, it couldn’t be gone. ---- As Clara got home after finally finishing the last class of the day, she'd expected to come home to the TV on top volume and John in the kitchen cooking. Since he worked a lot less outside of their shared home, that was usually how it worked. Tonight, however, there was nothing. No terrible sit com laughter echoing against the walls, no smell of exotic fruits and herbs cooking in the kitchen. Everything was silent and empty, as though no had been there before her. "John?" Clara called out, suddenly realising that maybe John wasn't home. To her surprise, though, she got an answer, but not one that she'd been expecting. Instead of a quick Scottish remark, there was a pathetic whimper, like an injured puppy dog. “John?!” Feeling slightly panicked, Clara quickly moved on into the flat, only to find her boyfriend a sobbing wreck sitting down against the sofa. Snot and tears were pilling onto his cheeks and he pulled his gray hair roughly as he rocked back and forth, whispering to himself. His sore red eyes indicated he’d been doing this a while, and Clara could feel her heart clench as she wondered what might have happened. Carefully sitting down beside him, she gently grabbed his hands as he made another attempt to pull at his hair, stopping him from doing it because she knew she had no control over it. “John, please talk to me. Tell me what happened.” She was gentle, copying the techniques she used when her students got upset or ran off. She rubbed his hands and tried to remind him that she was there for him, hoping he’d talk to her. Finally, he looked up at her with the most dreadful expression on his face. “It’s gone.” He sobbed, more tears on his cheeks as he tried once more to pull at his hair, Clara gently stopping him. “The photo of my family is gone!” He pointed a hand in the general direction of the coffee table, where now only one photo stood, and suddenly Clara remembered what happened that morning. “Oh god!” She exclaimed, mortified as she realised why he was crying. Not wasting any more time, she got up on her legs and ran all the way to the bookshelf, picking up the picture from where she’d left it. “I found it on the floor this morning, and was going to but it back, but I was interrupted. I am so sorry!” She quickly made her way back to him, placing it in his hands. The face he made was both priceless and heartbreaking. He looked so happy as it was put in his hands, but the positive expression did little to erase the tears tracks and red puffiness of his eyes. He’d had a complete meltdown over that picture, and it was all her fault for not putting it back in the right place. “I’m really sorry, I just...I didn’t know it was that important…” Before she barely even had time to finish the sentence, John had wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. Tears gathering in her own eyes, she gladly recuperated the hug, holding him tight and promising herself never to let go. “That picture is all I got left of my old life. Of my children, and my wife. It's all I got of my past, and I need my past to remind me of my future.” John whispered, his voice hoarse as he spoke. “And my future, is you.” More tears appeared in Clara’s eyes as she listened to john speaking, her guilt over what she’d done ten folding.”I’m...I’m really sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” Clara’s voice was frail and pleading, asking for him to forgive her even though she knew if it was her she’d never forgiven him like he was forgiving her. At this, John said nothing, but he broke free from the hug and helped her to her feet. He smiled at her, the smile both happy and sad in a bittersweet mix. “It is alright. Just promise me, you will never move it again. I need my future, and my past.” He gestured, first to her, than to the photo. She smiled and nodded. “I promise.” It was all she had to say. Watching her put the photo back in its place, she promised herself, too, that she would never move it again. That she would let him have his past, so he could concentrate on his future. So he could concentrate on them.

[partyinretrograde]

Journal 5/14

It was a significant day, and I haven’t slept. So much have rolled onto my mind, the adultness of my problems have tend fold.

Maybe writing this at all will blow up in my face. Luckily for me, no one in my life knows this journal is mine and hopefully my honesty can be safe here. I’ll change names to be safe. I met Steve 12 years ago, 13 really if you count our online courtship. I pulled him into going to college, his family had given up on him. So sad, I thought. I learn his mother has schizophrenia and when we take acid in college together-- he scares me when he doesnt come down. I worry enormously for his mental health. Most of what he gave me in our relationship- he stole. finally one day I had a talk with him, he had been stealing for years as his mother struggled to put food on their table. I explained how we make money now, we can afford food, and it costs so much if he’s caught. Grateful he stopped, but it tarnished so much of the romance, also realizing he didn’t know how to do basic things around the house. But we were together about 4 years and had seen many sides of eachother. I moved on but we financially were stuck living together but we did so with very little drama. Skip ahead cause it’s so much time- I move outta college he doesnt graduate. I move to the city- he comes with after 6 months as he dropped out of school. He hates working and takes off to go live on the land. He gives that up, very hard life, comes back here to the city to work- can’t work full time, drops out of society again. It’s a pattern. He has his brother (Henry) his Grandparents and dad. (and sister far away) Also note- Henry was born Marci and he has transitioned in his life. So mother fucking Steve finally meets butt-face fascist spiritualist I’ll call ‘Flu’ Covid-19 denying, Julius Evola to the T point of veiw on the world and embodies it spiritually. That being a certified fascist- ommmg. So they run the fuck away together. She has 3 kids and she’s dropped them all off with her dad as she searches for “holistic spiritual healing” from an undiagnosible disease to chemicals. (Note: I 1000% believe people can be allergic to common household chemicals often found in laundry detergent, deodorants, soaps, perfumes-- but these people have been tests for each item an have a list-- it’s not like her with her general vague BS. Also these people I know can exist just find in society and thrive, but it is difficult) but she HAS TO GIVE UP HER LIFE. and be a rUTHleSS inValiD So anyway, Steve starts spouting misogynistic, trans-phobic bullshit-- much akin to what Flu does. Also note-- even more complicated- my best friend from childhood-- her poly lover who met round the same time I met Steve-- the lover actually was a big part of our group, and they killed themselves because they couldn’t transition. So my best friend is just appalled by this. His brother is just appalled by this. and here i was thinking I was the only one snooping! So I talk to my best friend and she’s actually a practicing psychologist now and she went into parasitic love attachment and how he is displaying it now and displaying it all those years ago when we were together-- of course this did nothing to soothe the incredible slap in the face to the trans community. But basically- he tried to meld or mold with the host. So all night last night I’m awake and it just dawns on me- I should talk to Henry!! I met Henry back in 2009 when I was living in Portland with Steve. I hold myself back from messaging him at like 5 am so finally it’s like 10am, I’m “On the clock” feeling blessed to have had the slow day to figure this out and talk to Henry about Steve. Henry has been incredibly hurt by Steve’s sudden love for bigotry. He was grateful i reached out and made him feel less alone with it. We talked for hours-- and I mean HOURS. Henry has had to push him out of his life due to Steve denying his existence basically. It was one of the highest most difficult/comforting convos of my short life (next to our dearly departed friend’s mother of course) Anyway- after catching up the past 11 years or so, and then going back even further with Henry about Steve in Childhood- and the situation that had occurred that made his grandparents give up on him way back when i met him (he stole from them). Henry has worried that Steve has Antisocial Personality Disorder and has wondered this since he was a tween. It all kinda fits. But Steve doesn’t mean to manipulate, it’s just like something prevents him from seeing the consequences to his actions. But yet he’s manipulative. When we were 18/19 he said he had rent money when he didnt- so when i asked for it and he didnt have it I was obviously quite mad. The reality that Steve has been dealing with a mental issue isn’t something that hasn’t occurred to me before, and I’m letting it sink in more now. It’s a lot to sink in, so I m writing this. And it hurts Henry and I to think that this dude we love so much might not even be there underneath it all. I need to understand the disorder better, forgive me. But it’s dark- they don’t get treatment.

I feel so heavy.

[ecotone99]

[SF] [FF] Bam Margera fan fiction

Mars, June 20th 2041, 50KM SW of the capital city of Bezos.

“Where the fuck is this asshole?” Bam wonders. The asshole he was referring to was “Chevy Joe”, an informant of his occasionally. He says he was given the nickname by friends due to his love of Chevy trucks, Bam knows however the he appointed the name to himself. “Nothing worse than an asshole with a self appointed nickname” he thinks.

The day was rough, shit the last 30 years have been rough. Most of them spent in shit hole bars like the one hes in now. “Cant believe hes been gone 30 years now” bam thinks to himself. He can still remember it like it was yesterday, drinking back home in West Chester. Starting early, finishing late. They closed down the bar, said their good byes, and made plans to meet up the next afterenoon for some lunch like the always did the day after going out. Only that lunch never happened. No, What happened was much worse. What happened was…

“Bam Bam, how ya doing, babe?” Joe asks, breaking his thought. “Well considering youre 30 minutes late id say not well” Bam responds. “Hey, sorry. I wanted to look extra pretty for you” Joe exclaims.

“Asshole fancies himself to be some sort of comedian” bam thinks. “Only funny thing about Joe is how pathetic he is”

“Well maybe you should have taken an hour” Bam jokes. “HAHA, good one” Joe tells him.

“So where is he, Joe?” bam asks. “Ummm, Chevy Joe” Joe corrects him. Bam has the sudden urge to kick his teeth down his throat, he holds the urge bac but gets tingly at the thought. “Sorry, CHEVYYY Joe” Bam responds condescendingly.

“Mining Camp 6, Building 11, Unit 77” Bam transfers 300 Amazon units to him and leaves.

Bam hops a shuttle train to Camp 6 and settles in for the ride. It’s a 6 hour ride, plenty of time to attempt to sleep, to try and forget, if just for a moment. He takes a few sleeping pills and chases it with whiskey in hopes of getting fucked up enough to not dream, to not remember. Unfortunately after 30 years it doesn’t work anymore. Bam passes out for a bit but awakes to the image of flaming wreckage and tears in his head. He looks at his watch, still another 2 hours to go. “FUCK” he says.

Mining Camp 6 was one of many on the planet owned and run by Amazon. Filled with Africans shuttled in from Earth, they were brought their with promises of a better future. “Good pay, good conditions, good benefits” that was the lure. Unfortunately the truth wasn’t as pretty. The “Good pay” they promised could only be used at the Amazon stores. Amazon workers buying Amazon products at Amazon stores. Truth was it was back breaking labor for 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. What they didn’t mention is the rent for the unit you stay in that comes out of that pay, the cost of meals, the benefits they provide you that also come out of your pay. You could complain but to who? Amazon runs the planet, you could send an email to your family asking for help but since all emails are filtered through Alexa, anything that may make the company look bad is automatically rewritten to make it sound like youre living in paradise.

“Funny” Bam thinks. “Half the people working here came from families on earth whose parents and grandparents were also miners in Africa who dealt with abysmal working conditions all so the worlds elite could add an extra zero onto the end of their bank account” The more things change the more they stay the same.

The train pulls into the station, Bam collects himself and hops a “Johnny Cab” Ok, theyre not really called Johnny Cabs, but its one of the simple little pleasures Bam gets to enjoy up here. Little inside jokes for himself. He tells the cab to take him to Building 11 and 10 minutes later hes there. He goes to unit 77 and knocks on the door. No answer so he knocks again. The door opens up and Bam walks in.

“Well well well if it isnt Raab Himself” “Hey Bam, I was just about to call you” Raab says. Bam cracks him one and he goes flying into the wall. “Wheres the money, Raab?” he asks. “oh yeah, the money. See that’s the thing, Bam. I don’t really have it yet” Bam cracks him again. “You don’t call, you make me chase you all the way to this shithole in the middle of nowhere. And now you tell me you don’t have my money?”

“Bam, I swear im gonna get it. There was a problem. I got ripped off. But don’t worry I have the guys name, we can go get to his place right now and get the..” Bam cracks him again. “Don Vito gave you the drugs with the agreement that youd have his money in 3 weeks. Its been 5. So don’t tell me that shit” bam says. “Please just do me a favor, don’t bullshit me. We’ve known eachother a long time, I don’t want to hurt you”

Raab laughs “what could you possibly do to me that Is worse than this. Look where I am, look at my life!” he laugh. Bam hits him again and he drops “Give me the money” He says as he hits him in the face. Raab continues to laugh. Bam hits him again, the image of Ryans face flashes in his mind. “Give me it” he says again as he hits him over and over. The image of Ryan and him laughing flashes this time. He hits him again and again. As memories of that night come to him, the bar, the laughs, the flaming wreckage, the funeral.

Bam opens his eyes and Raabs face is beaten to a pulp, Bams hand is throbbing. Surely broken but he hardly notices it. “NOOOOOOOOO” bam screams, sobbing uncontrollably. “WHY?” he yells. “Why did I let you drive that night?! Why?!” he screams. Its at this point that he pulls out his pistol from his jacket, puts the barrel in his mouth and pulls the trigger. And after 30 years Bam finally has peace.

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[ellenicholes95]

Wed,Jan.11.2017

So more has happened since the start of this new year. There is a chance that my son& daughter-in-law may not end up moving in with us. If we’re lucky they will be renewing the lease on their current apartment with her mom. hopefully we will be able to get my son’s egg donor to step the fuck up & really truly & honestly TRY to be there for him. For them. Because my boyfriend & I CANNOT AFFORD to feed another 3 people. WE already help them as much as we can by buying diapers & wipes for them as well as whatever medications are prescribed to the baby & her mother. Trying not to get my hopes up on this situation but u know what they say, “Hope & pray for the best, yet expect the worst.” Aside from that 2 of my oldest & closest friends are at serious odds right now thanks to a third party. My man friend, H, lives with my long time friend from back when I was in school, A.A., he also lives with his girlfriend, L. H & L had never met & DID NOT know eachother at all when they had started dating. after about a month or 2 after immediately jumping into a relationship with a TOTAL STRANGER, H decided to let l move in. As all that was going on his side of, this my friend, A.A., was in the process of losing everything. She lost her truck due to her horrible piss poor excuses for “parents” & thanks to that she lost the job that she had been desperately holding onto for the last year/ year & a half. At that point her man of the past 5/6 years was starting to talk to his ex who he hadn't spoken to in about the same amount of time that they had been together. As soon as her truck & job disappeared she started looking for a new job, but as soon as she started doing that her man decided to kick her to the curb & jump right on in with his ex. They started & moved in together all in the same week that he ended things with A.A. He did this out of HIS fear of losing everything & for the sake of his own convenience. He has even admitted to all of this. After all that went down MY man & I had offered her a place with us but she politely declined because our place already had 2/3 people too many & things here with us weren't too calm, collected or peaceful. I perfectly understood her turning down our offer but I knew that we were more than likely her best & safest offer. H & L had offered up a place with them & I knew that that wasn't a good idea & I KNEW that things there were NOT going to end well & like usual I called it. As of this past week things there with A.A., H, & L have hit there highest boiling point & I feel that L is behind it because when H had first invited A.A. into his home he told her that she could live there RENT FREE & that he & L were not expecting ANYTHING from her. He also told her to hold onto her $ because she needed to save up so she could get her own place & get her life back on track. The most important thing that he told her was that he WOULD NOT THROW HER OUT like her ex did. Now here we are months later & things have gotten pretty bad over there. L is always down H’s throat about A.A. getting a job & helping them pay bills & shit after they had already come to an agreement of the EXACT OPPISITE. They had already hounded her out of the ONLY $ she had left after she’d moved in with them. She has done nothing but help them keep shit clean & help take of them & the apartment while H & L worked. L was out of work for a good while because she supposedly had/has some super weird super rare skin disorder/illness. She was even thinking about quitting all together even though she works for fucking MICROSOFT & makes damn good money but see her biggest problems are that she is making pretty damn decent $. She eats out EVRY SINGLE DAY!!! H has had to clean out HER CAR several times because it was FULL of fucking fast food trash!!!!! She doesn't clean around the apartment like EVER!!! A.A. does most of the cleaning & H helps out a lot too but L literally does NOTHING. No laundry, no cooking, no dishes, nothing. She’s also jealous of A.A. because H wants her even though he will NEVER have her because she does NOT see him that way at all & because she spends more time with him than L does because L work almost 10hrs a day. My issue with that is that L never wants to MAKE the time to spend with him. She comes home from work then goes straight into the bedroom & doesn't come back out. That or she just lays around on the couch playing fucking videogames & just tunes everyone else out. She doesn't put forth the effort to spend time with him. Another thing I don't like about her that I found out through a friend is that that bitch NEVER SHOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!! H wont even have sex with her because of that. Every time things get started he stops her & tell her to go take a shower. My point in all of this being that H would NEVER kick out A.A. if L wasn't around whispering in his ear & putting shit in his head & she has changed him in a way that I do not approve of. I do not like that person that he has become & the things he is trying to do are not based on his ideas & his thoughts & his feelings. All of what is about to happen is all because of L. H & L are not happy with each other so they are taking out all of their anger & frustration on A.A. thinking that kicking her out will somehow make them happy & make their problems WITH EACH OTHER go away which is so not fucking cool! L has turned H into a fucking asshole & she needs to go because she IS NOT relationship material anyways.                                                   -Ellen Nicholes