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[the-thing-withfeathers]

SOUTHERN COMFORT

a/n: this is the third part of the main series of save a horse but it’ll become a perpetual series i think with some one shots & hcs coming out yayy

part 1 | part 2

pairing: cowgirl!madison beer x f!reader

warnings: smuuuut!! but mostly fluff actually. fingering, strap on usage, masturbation, vibrator usage, pet names.

summary: you never want your time with her to end.

•*¨*•.¸¸♪

you stood outside the door to madison’s house.

it had been a while since you two started a full fledged romance. after the incident in the barn, she took you out on a proper date, excusing it to her being a gentlewoman.

sure, you didn’t mind your quick steamy encounters but it was also nice to know the girl on a deeper level.

“i want this to be more than just hooking up in the barn.” she said, holding your hand at the edge of the cliff. you were getting better with sitting closer to the edge.

“i feel the same way.” you turned to her, placing a kiss on her cheek. “you’re the best thing about this place…” you said, her lip curled into a smile in response.

that night, she took you for a picnic under the stars in the forest. she made some treats for the two of you. one of which included strawberries to dip in chocolate, which she fed you herself.

you laughed all night, you found solace in her. you never thought you would find yourself this happy outside of home. but then you realised you had found a new home in madison.

and that was how you found yourself here, on madison’s front porch. in your pretty little dress that you bought just for tonight. you bought it in madison’s favorite color, hoping to impress her just as much as you wanted to impress her—

“mom!” she yelled out, rushing to get the door before her mother did but she failed nonetheless.

“hello sweetheart! you look so lovely!” her mom greeted you with a smile that matched her daughter’s.

“i brought pie.” you said, sheepishly smiling and holding up an apple pie you made. baking was your specialty, you did it all the time at home.

madison’s head peeked out from the doorway. oh god, that smile… you loved it so much. you couldn’t help but beam the second she tipped her hat at you. her eyes glazed over what you were wearing and she found herself nearly shoving her mom over just to touch you. she enveloped you in a hug, going as far as picking you up slightly.

“baby! the pie!” you squealed out, letting yourself get set down as madison took it from your hands. “i worked so hard on it.”

madison didn’t hesitated to stick her finger into the filling part of it, licking it clean. “it’s delicious! took no damage.” you smacked her arm and both of you laughed, much to her mom’s amusement.

madison & her mom led you into the house where you noticed for a country house, it was surprisingly modern. they had a marble kitchen and modern appliances.

“we renovated last year. our house was hit by the impact of a tornado so mom decided she wanted to modernize a little bit. she wanted to make it just a bit more stable for all of us in case it happened again.” madison noticed your open-mouthed staring.

“it’s beautiful. she did a really good job.” you nodded. madison set the pie down on the kitchen counter behind you.

“i’m glad you came tonight.” she said, her arms wrapping around you from behind. you placed your hands on hers.

“i wouldn’t miss it for the world.” you turned around to face her, looking up at her and placing your hands on her cheeks. “my gorgeous girl, this is like a dream come true.” you said, she leaned down to kiss you, pulling you closer towards her chest.

“it is for me too.” she smirked. “and you in that dress, baby… oh… the things you do to me.” she said, spinning you around. “you look beautiful.”

“i try, i try.” you teased.

“dinner’s ready!” you heard her mom call out.

•*¨*•.¸¸♪

you sat next to madison at the table, introducing yourself to her dad & brother as you sat down. you saw her scoot her chair slightly closer to you, rolling your eyes at her as she just shrugged you off. she just wanted to be closer to you.

you observed her dad, it seemed like all three of them fell under his authority pretty quickly. then again, you knew he was a veteran, with that background comes a presence that was unmissable— you understand where madison would have gotten it from. not that he seemed unkind or closed off, but he definitely seemed to be the type of person that would say no phones at the dining table.

her mom seemed to be an absolute sweetheart, serving everyone but herself. madison actually served you, taking the bowl of food from her mother. you tried to protest but she argued that you were their guest, you didn’t have to do anything.

her younger brother seemed almost like a carbon copy of madison. they were both playful, shoving each other from across the table and flinging bits of food at each other.

“what are your plans for the rest of the year?” madison’s mother said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

you hadn’t been asked that question before. your supposed six-month trial run hadn’t come to a close yet so you hadn’t gotten the chance to think about it. madison noticed a shift in your body language, placing a comforting hand on your thigh.

“i actually have no idea.” there was something about her mother’s demeanour that made you think honesty was the best way to go about answering her. “i was only supposed to be here for six months but i honestly don’t know what will happen after.” you confessed. “as much as i miss the city, i like being here. it’s been nice reconnecting with my childhood and my grandparents.” you smiled a little at the thought. “and your daughter was just there to sweeten the deal.” you joked.

her mother laughed at your joke, her father even cracking a smile after being quiet for most of the dinner so far.

“oh you’re too funny, sweetie.” her mom chuckled. she sounded just like madison when she chuckled. “well, whatever you decide, i’m sure madison would follow you to the ends of the earth.” she teased her daughter. “she always brings you up when she can. we were talking about limes and she managed to include you into the conversation.”

you looked over at a red-faced madison, a smirk creeping up onto your face. “is that so?” you nudged her a little bit. “didn’t think you liked me that much, cowgirl.”

“i don’t.” she huffed, clearly lying but embarrassed cause of all the teasing.

“you never shut up about her.” her younger brother chimed in, flicking a grain of rice towards madison. madison stood up quickly in a fit of playful rage, her younger brother immediately leaped out of his seat and ran away towards the living room.

“oi! you have to excuse yourselves to do that!” her father yelled out but there was no use, they were already too far.

a part of you hated madison for leaving you with her parents but you also felt comforted but their presence.

“you’re good for her.” her father spoke, that was the first time he addressed you.

“i try to be, sir.” you nodded. “but i think she’s more good for me. i wasn’t like this when i first came here.”

“she mentioned it. but i wouldn’t have noticed that you were any different.” he said, it was one of the kindest things you’ve ever heard. you were glad that someone noticed your change after you tried your hardest to make a difference.

“thank you, sir. that’s very kind.” you smiled warmly. her mother nodded in agreement with him.

madison & her brother suddenly ran back into the kitchen, sitting back down at their places.

“you done being at each other’s throats?” her father said, finishing his meal. they both nodded at their dad. you noticed madison’s flannel was misbuttoned and another button was missing. her hat was crooked on her head and she looked disheveled.

“you lost that fight, didn’t you?” you teased her.

“no way!” she defended herself while her brother cut her off.

“she totally lost that fight.”

“guess you’re not as tough as you look!” you loved trying to get a reaction out of her.

“shut up.”

•*¨*•.¸¸♪

you and madison’s family sat outside around the firepit. it was only your girl that was missing.

you had a cardigan over your shoulders, pulling it shut to keep yourself from the cold.

you heard the back door swing open and turned to see madison bringing out a guitar.

since when did she know how to play a guitar?

you looked at her with curiosity. you weren’t complaining, you actually should have known she was able to play. she never failed to surprise you with something new all the time, it was something you admired about her.

she sat down next to you, her arm touching yours as she put the guitar on her lap. the neck of it hovered over your legs but you didn’t mind, you loved being closer to her. you even scooted closer for warmth, holding onto her arm that was used to hold the fretboard.

“didn’t know you were a rockstar.” you said, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“i’m not. but my dad used to play, he taught me how.” she played a couple notes from a riff.

“you amaze me.” your eyes sparkled when you looked up at her.

“good.”

she started playing the chords to a song you found familiar. you may have heard it in passing.

“i set out on a narrow way, many years ago…”

she can fucking sing?!

your head practically shot up upon hearing her voice.

“hoping i would find true love along the broken road.”

oh my god. her voice. it was like the chorus descending from the heavens. you thought she was kidding, that she would play some silly stupid kid’s song or something.

“but i got lost a time or two. wiped my brow and kept pushing through.”

you didn’t know whether to be mad that she kept this from you— that she had a voice of an angel.

“i couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you.”

or mesmerized that the girl you met a couple months ago had a talent you didn’t expect from her. her voice was smooth like butter, she carried the tune with ease.

“that every long lost dream led me to where you are.”

and when she looked at you with those eyes. god, those eyes. you couldn’t help yourself. you were weak in the knees, you’d need help standing up later.

“others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars.”

you. you. she was singing to you. she was looking straight at you while she serenaded you.

“pointing me on my way, into your loving arms.”

and you. you loved her.

“this much i know is true…”

you. loved. her.

“that god blessed the broken road…”

you loved this girl from the country. you loved everything about her. how she cared for you, how she changed you. you loved madison.

“that led me straight to you…”

•*¨*•.¸¸♪

you wasted no time sitting madison down on her bed when you two got each other alone.

you straddled her lap, kissing her and knocking her hat off.

“god… you… when did you learn how to sing?!” you were frustrated— mentally, sexually, all of it!

“if i had known it would have affected you this much, i would’ve serenaded you ages ago.” she said, untying your dress with her apparently very skillful hands.

“shut up.” you said, practically tearing the rest of the buttons off her flannel when you tore it open. “show me what else you can do with your fingers.”

“don’t have to tell me twice.” she said, placing a hand on your back and knocking you down onto the bed.

she needed no help in taking her own clothes off. you quickly stripped yourself of your dress, throwing it onto the floor. she took her tank top off and unbuckled her jeans.

she sighed out of lust, the view in front of her was more beautiful than the seven wonders to her.

you sprawled out under her just in some lingerie you picked out to surprise her with. she was hovering over you and yet you were still talking.

“i can’t believe you’d do that to me. at your parents’ house!” you complained, she furrowed her brows at you.

“what i did?!” she exclaimed. “what about you?! you and this dress— my favorite color. you knew what you were doing!” the lingerie matched the color of your dress. “and this! you knew you’d get me in bed!” she accused.

“i didn’t expect you to play guitar and sing to me!” you tried to fight until she shut you up with a kiss, you forgot everything you wanted to say. “god… i want you.”

she wanted to punish you for what you did— you purposefully provoked her. but then she looked into your eyes, she saw something else other than the intention of getting her into bed. she saw something unfamiliar, and she saw how much you craved her.

to you, you know exactly what your eyes were saying. love. love her. you love her.

she smashed your lips together in a sloppy kiss, she put most of her weight on top of you but still held herself up a little bit. her right hand found your cunt, she was impatient, she just pushed your panties over to the side and started circling your clit with her fingers.

“oh baby, you really did want me, huh?” she asked, kissing your neck. you nodded through a soft moan as your legs opened wider for her.

“shhh, baby. my family’s next door.” she whispered to you, pecking your lips. “you’ll have to be quiet.”

you wanted to complain, you wanted the entire world to know how madison made you feel. although it became hard to fight back when you felt her slip a finger into you.

“god, you don’t even need foreplay. you’re just ready for me.” she said, sucking the skin of your neck. she’d leave a mark for sure. you whimpered, rutting your hips against her pumping finger. “so very very needy. my needy girl. so good for me.”

your hands tangled themselves in madison’s hair, your face was angled away from her so she could keep kissing your neck. you craved all of this, all of her. you were basically already fucked out from how much she turned you on from earlier.

“mads, i want you to feel it too.” you muttered, turning to look at her finally, pushing her out of your neck. you aimed to please her just as much as she did to you.

“okay, baby. whatever you want.” she nodded and pulled away from you. you started slowly touching yourself while she was turned away, rubbing your clit and groping at your own breast. “stop it.” she said, ordering you.

“how did you even know?!”

“you do it a lot. you’re just too needy sometimes. i know every single time.” she mocked you. she stepped into a harness that she pulled out of her drawer, but you saw her insert something into herself. “got this for us.” she turned back around.

it was a strap-on with a vibrator attachment for her. you two had tried more adventurous things, there wasn’t a lot to do in the country. you grinned at it.

“too sweet.” you giggled softly, still groping at your breasts.

she made her way back over to you, hovering on top of you again. you pulled her down to you for a kiss, you let out a small moan just from it. it turned you on knowing you both were going to satisfy yourselves.

she pressed a button on the base of the silicone cock, moaning when the vibration started inside of her. “woah… okay, fuck. amazing investment.” she laughed.

“where did you even get it?” you asked, pulling her closer.

“uh.. amazon. it was my first order!” you both chuckled softly.

“okay, hurry, hurry.” you grabbed the dick yourself, trying to speed up the process. your core was absolutely throbbing at this point, you needed to ease it before you exploded.

you lined the cock up with your hole and madison pushed it in, slowly. you both groaned when you swallowed it in its entirety.

“taking me so good, baby.” she said, thrusting into you at a medium pace. “fuckk—“ her words were stringing along as she felt herself succumb to the vibration. “you look amazing when you take my cock.” she managed to get out.

“i bet you love fucking me like this, huh?” you ran a hand through her hair. your other hand rested on her shoulder. she nodded as she let out another moan.

you shushed her kindly, remembering that her parents slept in the next room. you would be surprised if they didn’t hear the vibration paired with your noises. the walls seemed awfully thin for a renovated house.

madison had a hard time keeping her composure as the vibrator sent little buzzes up her own core. glands of sweat started to form on her skin, dripping down onto your chest. she palmed one of your boobs, taking the other one into your mouth. your noises spurred her on, her arousal coating the vibrator. you let out little whimpers when she used her teeth to tug at your nipple.

her thrusts increased in pace. your jaw dropped open when you felt the vibration from the base of the cock hit your clit with every thrust. your mixed pleasure with madison was overwhelming, you were cock-drunk on her but you wanted more and more.

her little grunts when she collided into you, her sloppy kisses on your neck, and the sweet nothings she was whispering in your ear.

“oh my baby… this pussy is mine and mine only.” she growled into your ear. “nobody else is ever gonna fuck you this good.”

“mmhm, nobody else.” you repeated after her. her hand made its way to your clit again, a gasp tried to force its way out of you until you smacked your hand over your mouth. “oh god mads! i’m so close.”

“me too baby… cum with me. c’mon… you can do it.” your nails clawed at her back as you reached your peak. you left red scratch marks.

“mads!” you cried out as a moan got caught in your throat as you finished all over her dick, resulting in a gasp that you were certain someone would have heard.

your body jolted up as hers came crashing down on you.

“fuck!” she said, her legs twitching, you know she finished as well. she panted softly, her head in between your breasts as she pulled out of you, stopping the vibrator as she did.

she collapsed next to you, still trying to catch her breath. you both wrapped your arms around each other in a hug.

your chin was on top of her head as she cuddled into you.

“this is the best night of my life.” she said, muffled as her face was still in between your tits.

“oh you…” you shoved her playfully. “you’re so cheeky.

“but you love me for it.” she teased.

“i do.” you don’t know why that suddenly came out.

“what?” she pulled away from you, staring into your eyes.

“i do… love you. i mean.” you said, not being able to control yourself. it was a mix of tiredness and arousal, you thought.

“i love you too, princess.” she said. it was the happiest she’s ever been. she had thought she was incapable of being loved, or loving. but you had proved her so very wrong.

and she had proved you wrong. it wasn’t tiredness or arousal… it was just her.

madison drifted off to sleep quickly. she had put a lot of effort into the day. you heard her snoring and she turned away from you in her sleep. you pouted at first but thought it was good timing for what you planned to do.

you slipped out of bed and put one of her t-shirts on along with a pair of shorts.

you snuck outside, sitting on the porch out the front door.

you had your phone with you. you knew it was late but whether or not they answered, you wanted them to know before you forgot to say anything.

you looked through your contacts and pressed dial on the right one. it took six rings before you got a response.

“hey! sorry we couldn’t get to the phone right now, we’ll call you back when you get the time!”

“hey mom! hey dad!” you started, the cold breeze outside sent a shiver down your spine.

you suddenly saw a figure show itself in the light.

madison had come out to join you after realising you were missing. she had turned over to try and cuddle you but was met with an empty space. she came out to drag you back in but saw you on the phone.

she was beautiful in this light, you almost forgot you were on the phone.

“i’m sorry it’s so late but i wanted to let you know this by tonight.” you snapped back to reality.

“i’ve decided to stay.”

•*¨*•.¸¸♪

over the next few weeks, your parents made the trip up. they dropped off a couple more of your things that you would need in order to stay the rest of the year.

you had no idea what was in store for after that but you knew you wanted more time with your grandparents and more time with madison.

your parents were so pleased to hear how you had been settling in.

madison was so excited to meet your parents. and your grandparents had spilled the beans about the two of you so your parents were excited to meet her as well.

madison had put on her best flannel, which you thought was incredibly silly but not out of character for her. she had some dirt on her face from working that you had wiped off just as your parents pulled up.

your mom and dad basically came running to you, enveloping you in a group hug.

“i’ve missed you both!” you said, holding back tears. it had been a while since you’ve seen them in person.

“we missed you, honey.” your mom kissed your forehead.

“it’s not the same without you but i guess we’ll just have to settle for it. you look so happy.” your father said, kissing your cheek.

they both turned to look at madison, your father sticking his hand out to her.

“so you’re the girl that has my daughter whipped for the country, huh?” your dad said, madison took his hand and shook it.

“dad!” you exclaimed, nudging his back.

“well, i’m flattered, but what’s not to like about the country? we have cool animals and good music.” madison returned the sentiment.

“i’m with you there!” your mom said.

“when have you ever liked country music?” you asked her as your dad started bringing the luggage down from the back of his truck. madison followed him and offered to help him out, they talked about the truck as they did it.

“i used to play the banjo.” your mom revealed.

“what?! why have you never taught me?!” you gasped.

“because you threw a tantrum when asked to sit still.” she argued.

“she still does!” madison called out.

“oh shut it!” you scolded her and she just rolled her eyes at you with a smile on her face.

“c’mon!” your grandma called from the house. “get inside! the food’s getting cold!”

your mom & dad walked towards the house. despite the fact that madison was carrying suitcases, you pulled her in for a deep kiss.

“c’mon darlin’, i gotta get these suitcases in there so we can get some food in us and take the horses out.” she protested.

“i love when you talk country to me.” you said, a toothy grin forming on your face.

“well you’re not getting rid of me that easy so you’re gonna have to love it.” she pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

“i love you.” you said, letting her walk faster before her arms got tired out.

“i love you too.” she said, nodding her head once to stimulate tipping her hat.

man, you loved the country.

[harrysmimi]

Little Lad

Synopsis: One where Harry has to take care of his baby on his own for the first time

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Little Emir was just nine months old and already a big mama's boy.

Harry was very jealous of that really, both ways, that little stole away his wife, and he clearly loves his mum more. But he also cherishes that, seeing his bany have such and amazing relationship with his Mummy already.

YN owned one of the most busy and known Bakery Cafe in the city, which meant her being busy with work most of the time though she still made time for her family. She had a last minute client come in with a huge wedding cake request, which her and her team of course did not deny. But that meant she sad to spend all night at bakery to het the order ready. His anxiety started to settle in when she called in after lunch to tell him she will home very late.

Harry can get through this, right?

He have been on a break since he wife was eight months pregnant. He has been there tending to his little lad along with bis wife. But god did he not except for a full breakdown from his nine month old boy.

All day Harry spent his time, cleaning up after the little boy. It seemed this much when he'd gotten so used to help of his wife. The laundry was a hassle. Washing up the poopy diaper and tiny clothes without anyone by his side.

He had Emir sat by the side on a little blanket with his toys to keep him busy as he did the laundry and dishes for the day. Hearing his little baby talk.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching his lad be all fascinated by this new toy his mum got him, wood measuring spoons which he could chew on too. He threw it across the room, bunch of spoons went straight to the electronic appliances and started crawling his way to the toy. Harry didn't understand his play time one bit. "No, don't go there!" He picked him back up and fetched his toys.

But is Emir going to listen? He's a little baby!

It happened once, twice, thrice. Harry gave up and moved up all the appliances on the counter. Did it make a huge mess in the kitchen? Yes! At least his little boy isn't going to hurt himself.

There were house chores he had to get all done so his wife can come home and rest after working for hours and hours straight. Being a pastry chef is hard enough. He just wanted to help but he couldn't when he has a baby who is full of energy and adrenaline being introduced to his new toys this week.

Emir takes up after him for that, he would agree.

Harry's the same whilst on stage performing to his fans.

But this was exhausting for him to do everything on his own, plus his anxiety was doing nothing but add fuel to the fire. The boy kept running into things or getting himself stuck in things. He never noticed how easy it is to have another person around to help. It's usually him and his wife doing all the mundane things together, it is easy that way as there is always someone with a baby who had just learned to crawl. And he's a quick crawler.

Harry was becoming more and more tired having to run around after him, or calm him down after very fifteen minutes when he'd go to wash some dishes or get the laundry all sorted, or get the cats fed and clean up their litter boxes. Or when he prepared for dinner for himself and the boy.

Emir had a nappy burst when Harry thought he had gotten five minutes to sit down and breathe. The bath time was traumatising, with Emir screaming and crying for no reason. That's when Harry realised it was long after his nap time and he was sleepy and tired and hungry as well.

"It's okay my love, Papa's here for you." He assured his little boy after he had calmed himself down, which wasn't for more than three minutes. "I love you." Harry wiped his teary eyes with the pads of his thumbs, wrapped him up in a towel burrito before taking him to the master bedroom. He got the little lad dressed in his sleep onesie and brought him downstairs.

"I'm so sorry, Papa is having a hard time with your Mumma gone." He shared as he had him settled into his highchair, "I'm trying my very best, I promise." He felt bad.

Seeing Emir's tired eyes teary, as he was almost dozing off to sleep without having been eaten, it was his fault that he couldn't look after his son when his wife is stuck at work. Only if he could keep track of time properly and have fed him first than getting distracted by cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry. He felt a heavy pit in his stomach of guilt.

"Come on, Emir eat up then we can go to bed." Harry was feeding the little boy his dinner. He was all strapped up in his high chair, busy playing babbling and smacking his hands on the table still tired and worm out to the fullest.

"Mumma-mumma-mumma." He started his squealing. He learned to call both his parents recently.

"Mummy is working, my baby," Harry talked to him, "is that good?" He cooed watching him take a bite of the little rice porridge he made from YN's mum's recipe. "I know it's not as good as your mum makes it, but we can make it due."

His phone started ringing, "oh look, it's your mummy!" Harry answered the face time call from YN and perched up his phone against Emir's water bottle.

"Hello boys!" YN chirped. Harry saw she was kneading some pink fondant. "Are my lads doing lad things that lads do cause lads are cool?" Harry laughed at that.

"Mamma!" Emir squealed.

"Hello my love, are you eating your dinner?" YN said.

"I don't know how you do this." Harry spoke up.

"What?"

"Feed him, he's so wiggly!" Harry exclaimed trying to give Emir another little spoon full of food. "See! This is why I took up on bottle feeding." YN just laughed. Harry's very afraid to spoon feed him because he's afraid that the metal cutlery is going to hurt his boy somehow. He loves to sit with his with a bottle of milk or formula, that's a good bonding activity as well.

"I probably sound like a horrible person, but — Emir come on, darling!" Harry was close to having a breakdown.

"Harry, it's okay, love. You're doing good he just looks a bit tired." He watched her take her phone and head out of the kitchen telling her employees what to do next whilst she talked for a minute on the call. "It's okay!"

"I don't know, I've been anxious all day." He shared, "you do it all so flawlessly."

Honestly she doesn't. He had seen her make mistakes too but she knows how to quickly move on and fix her mistakes. He didn't know how she does that, really. He reckons it's because she lived with her older brother who's got three kids here in London until she married. She always talked about baby sitting the babies when her brother and his wife would go out, for work or whatever it was.

"And that's okay, okay?" She assured him, "I am so sorry I can't come back home right now. You're already doing so good."

"I hope so, he hasn't eaten anything, I forgot to put him down for a nap earlier as I got caught up with the chores." Harry pouted still trying his best to have his little boy fed. "What do I do!?"

"Harry, look at me," she demanded so he did, "play with him for a bit and then try again. If that doesn't work then give him some formula."

"Okay." He nodded. Emir knocked off the bowl of rice, spilling it all over himself. "Oh god, I'm gonna cry!"

The little boy started laughing finding it humourous.

"Yeah, you find it funny huh?" Harry scoffed. Can he be mad at that adorable face? He placed a kiss on his boy's head.

"Anyway, Harry I'll be home after midnight so please don't wait up for me okay?" YN shared.

"Do you have too much work?" Harry looked concerned looking at his tired wife. Yeah, she hasn't been working that much since Emir's birth, but the breast feeding and everything which comes post delivery was taking a toll on her, physically. He hated to see that. He felt bad to even ask that question.

"No, almost done here." She shared, looking down at her work station, "just a handful of things to sort out then, Jay and Kat will be delivering the cake tomorrow at the venue."

"Okay, drive home, yeah?"

"Mhmm, I will." She nodded, "please don't be hard on yourself. Give him some formula and he'll be off to sleep."

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too!" YN blew a kiss each to both her boys before she hung up.

"You're a proper lad, aren't you?" Harry sighed and scooped up his son out of his highchair carefully. "Being so rowdy today."

Emir just laughed and shied away, hiding in his dad's chest. Harry chuckled and brought him in the kitchen with him, propping the baby on his hip he made a bottle of formula. "Let's go lounge on the sofa, hmm?"

Harry got comfy with his baby on the sofa, draping the fluffy throw on the boy to keep him warm. Emir just lied on his chest having his meal all sleepy yet it didn't seem like he wanted to sleep.

"Mumma!" He squealed looking at his dad.

"No, baby I'm Papa." Harey laughed. "Can you say Papa?"

"Papa!" He squealed again.

"Yay!" Harry celebrated, pressing sloppy kisses on his chubby cheeks. "I'm really sorry, my love. I was having a bad day today." He felt guilty for having him wait up for dinner. "I hope you aren't mad at me. Mumma is a really good help, isn't she? But she's stuck at work today. I know we shouldn't rely on her but this was the first time were together, isn't it? We had a lads day in today. Well, more like you had a proper lad day. Where did you get all the energy from, hmm?"

Emir just sighed dramatically, resting his head back on his dad's chest. All snuggled up he was starting to fall asleep.

Harry adores his little boy. He worried the day he was born because he didn't had that love-at-first-sight connection with him. It took him time to learn about him. His little boy was a new human and he felt like he needed to get to know him first, but there was no doubt he would protect the little bundle of joy with his life. It took some time to make peace with it all, that it was okay to feel that way.

Now they're both inseparable. Even though Emir is more of his Mumma's boy, he still manages to have fun with his Papa.

Today just added to that all that guilt for him.

The next thing Harry knew was feeling gentle taps on his arm. "Harry, do you wanna go sleep in our bed?" It was his wife he found when he finally opened his eyes and found his boy missing.

"Where did Emir go?" He panicked.

"I put him in his cot." She shared, "do you wanna go upstairs and get comfortable?"

"Yeah, sorry I fell asleep here." He sighed, "when did you get back?"

"Just fifteen minutes ago."

"Hmm, let's go upstairs and sleep. I am so tired." He got up to follow after her, "did you manage to get the order done?"

"Yeah, we did." She yawned making him giggle, "sorry I'm very tired."

"So am I, love." He draped his arm around her waist, tuck her closer to him.

"How did your day go?"

"Oh, don't ask!" He sighed dramatically. "I still feel bad, you know." He was walking straight to bed giving her space to go get ready to join him but, she stopped him.

"It's okay, Harry." She cooed, "come sit here. Please?"

"Come on." He walked her to their bed.

"You don't have to feel bad, okay? I know you tried your best, he knows you did." She assured him, stood in between his thighs to hug him.

"But I don't know if he ate properly." His voice was low as he sniffled, his face buried in her chest. "I got so distracted."

"Harry he's a baby, he'll wake us up if he's hungry." She said, running her fingers through his hair, "you know it's okay to make mistakes I'm sure he isn't even going to remember anything in the morning. We'll do one thing, let's bring him over to sleep in our bed tonight, yeah?"

Harry doesn't like that. He'd insisted on sleep training their baby since he turned six months old, but he agreed today.

"Yeah!" He nodded.

"Harry? You're crying?" She cooed and bent down to look at him. "It's okay, I promise."

"I, I know. I just can't help it." He chuckled sheepishly. YN smiled and wiped away his tears with her sweater paws, press a few sloppy kisses on his either of cheeks.

"I brought made your favourite cake pops." She reminded him, "kept them away in the fridge for you."

"You did?" His face lit up instantly.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "the ones with chocolate cake and coffee butter cream."

"Oh I love you so much!" With his arms wrapped around her middle he pulled her down, flipping them over he buried her down in the mattress.

"Oh my..." She laughed, "I should have told you that earlier."

"Yeah!" He agreed. "You should have!" Lifting his head up from her neck to look at her, he pressed sloppy wet kisses all over her face.

"Now don't go eat them all cuz I used a lot of coffee in it." She explained, "you won't be sleeping tonight then."

"I'll go bring our little lad in then, leave you to relax and do your skincare and stuff." He gave her another peck on the mouth before he lifted himself off her.

"Mhmm."

When YN returned from taking a shower and doing her skincare, he found her boy fast asleep. Emir lied on his side in the middle spooning his small teddy tucked under his arms. Harry lied just behind him with his hand rested on his little tummy.

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[misfitwashere]

The way Ukrainians live around missile attacks. I decided to translate it for you.

by Tatusia Bo

"My first fear after the start of the full-scale invasion is quite trivial. Like, in fact, everyone's. I fear a missile would strike while I am taking a shower. And I could see these pictures in my head — they would clear the rubble and take out my plumpy, naked, and wet body. So, I learned to wash within 3 minutes between alerts. I would jump out of the shower and be like, "Whew, not this time".

My second fear is the missile-and-the-toilet thing. I have had it since a missile attack on the neighborhood in the early morning. In fact, I was woken up by a loud bang. For I had solemnly slept through the air raid alert. The explosion, I open my eyes, and I'm already standing in the common corridor with my baby in my arms. Then there was a series of bangs, everything was shaking. And suddenly a pause... And I needed to use the toilet so badly that I was crying. I thought "Well, whatever. I'll go for it".

I went to the toilet, and as soon as I sat on it, there was a looooud bang. I was tossed up in the air along with the toilet. After that, I fear a missile attack while being in the toilet. Handsome and strong firefighters would clear it all up and find me riding a white... horse. And journalists would write: "A Woman with No Panties Found on the Toilet". And all of Kyiv would zoom in on the picture, looking at the scars and birthmarks, trying to figure out who had pissed away, well, I mean, missed the alarm.

As for panties... We were brought up mostly in post-Soviet times. Teenagers of our generation were not interested in looking under skirts. Because everyone's underpants were the same. Serhii's mom's, Olya's, and Serhii's classmate's - all the same. They were so ugly. Mothers of that time always kept new underpants in the closet for holidays and when they went to see a doctor. No matter what happened to a person, the first thing to take care of was underwear. And then the war... Once I felt a little better, the first thing I did was buying a pair of nice new panties. 'Cause, you know, what if all that happened — a missile, rubble, firefighters, the media... And maybe they would eventually write "A Woman's Body Found Under Rubble in Lovely Panties". They would write that, won't they?

One of my friends, Lena, upon returning home after de-occupation, was most offended by the Russians because they neglected even household appliances in the house, but beige, seamless, very comfortable and therefore well-worn underpants were stolen by the bastards.

My mother also had her own fear. What if a missile hit her house, everything was smashed, chickens running around, ducks were not fed, and the vegetable garden was overgrown with weeds? That's what she would tell me: "I am weeding the vegetable garden, my dear, in case a missile hits, so I have no weeds all over my potatoes."

On December 31, the Russians "greeted" us all day long with "congratulations" either by Shaheds or missiles. Neighbors from the upper floors gathered near my door in the common hallway. They would gather and grumble that the damned Russians were not letting them finish preparing the holiday meal. Someone brought out sparkling wine, and I brought out glasses: "Well, cheers to air defense."

"If they shell our house and I burn down the duck I've been cooking for three days, I won't take responsibility for my actions," said a neighbor from the 9th floor. And for some reason, I believe her.

On the morning of January 2, the Russians launched their most massive missile attack on Ukraine. When tons of explosives were flying over Kyiv, my friend Katia politely went to the subway, where we hide from missiles. And so people were shuddering from the explosions in the subway, and Katia would text us in a common chat:

"Oh, f@ck, there was such an explosion I almost dropped my croissant."

We would write back, dumbfounded:

"Katia, what croissant? Where are you?"

And Katya replied with such calmness:

"I went out for coffee, what's wrong? I am a Ukrainian woman. I want coffee and a croissant, and no f@cking Russian Kalibr (missile - ed.) is going to stop me".

Let's skip the fact that, despite the explosions all over the city, there was an open croissant shop, which is a topic for another conversation. But Katia, it turns out, is afraid of dying from a missile without drinking coffee and having a crispy croissant.

We are afraid. Oh, how scared we are. Personally, during the loudest explosion, I was pressing myself to the floor thinking, "F@ck, am I going to die in the old robe?" and anyway I donated money for drones. We are scared, scared when missiles are flying at another city, scared when the news reports on an air attack on the defense line near the city of M. We seem to be afraid every second of our lives.

Author: Tatusia Bo

[linka-r9-vysocina]

I know this is a pet peeve and a very small hill to die on. but.

i hate the sentiment of "something something tumblr userbase aging" "you are old when" etc in relation to like. kitchen appliances. cooking. home furnishings. because. listen to me.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT AGE THIS IS NOT ABOUT AGING IT'S ABOUT YOU TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF AND HAVING THE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOU LIVING SPACE

I have had a favourite cooker on the stove since I was like, 11, I think, and you know why??? it's not because I was getting older. It's because I WAS STARTING TO LEARN TO COOK AROUND THAT TIME (i think) AND I HAD TO USE THE STOVE

do you know why you are excited for new dish towels?? hint: it's not because you are old and boring. IT'S BECAUSE THEY ARE YOURS YOU GET TO CHOOSE THEM YOU GET TO TAKE CARE OF THEM YOU CAN APPRECIATE THEM BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY USE THEM ALL THE TIME

YOU ARE NOT OLD AND BORING

YOU ARE JUST A PERSON IN CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE TAKING CARE OF THEMSELVES

and that's in no way sad or boring

That's fucking beautiful

thank you for coming to my TED talk

note: since this is the piss poor reading comprehension website and also the disabled website, i don't mean to say that it's wrong if you aren't in control of your life rn or can't take full care of yourself, i am just fed up with people who go "oh no i am so adult and boring now because buying new kind of toilet paper excites me" all the time

[pbandjesse]

Well our appliances were not delivered today. Sad. The dryer is permanently out of stock. But good news, James was able to talk to a very helpful customer service woman and got us a different one, even price matched it to the original one. Even though this one was more expensive. So now we are getting them next Friday.

But I did not know for sure if the delivery was going to happen today. So I was just a little stressed about it when I woke up. When I woke up I was not going to get up right away. No need to. But then I heard a box truck outside and absolutely panicked and threw on clothes just in case. It was very stupid. I went downstairs and waited to see what they were delivering and it ended up being a bookcase for our neighbor. I would take a deep breath and text James to see what was up. And went to take a shower and brush my teeth and calm myself down.

I felt a lot better after the shower. It was nice to be clean. And honestly today was the best I have felt in forever. I didn't even take my medicine. I just felt fine. I was low energy for sure. But I wasn't sick and that just made my heart feel so light.

I would have some brioche and ice tea for breakfast. And took the animals outside. It was just a little drizzly out today and was humid but it was really nice having the door open. Even if it lets flies in. I just want the windows/door open all the time. I can't wait til we have a screen door. Hopefully soon. We paid for it! We are just waiting for the custom sized door to be made.

I would do a ton of knitting work today. I only have 4 cream color squares to finish (it was 7 at the begining of the day but I would make 3 throughout the day) . And I would work hard to sew all my other squares together. It's such a sweet little piece. I am still going to make a boarder but I love the checker.

I would also cut and measure all of the yarn for my temperature blanket for July. I attached the June rectangle as well. But cutting and making the yarn took forever. I would have worked on August too but I ran out of the color for 70s. I will probably go to the craft store to look tomorrow. But I'm not to worried. It'll get done.

I would have a little lunch. Watch some videos. Worked on knitting. Sewed sewed sewed. I would occasionally go outside to check on the animals. I was just having a chill day.

I made strawberry lemonade but it really needed more lemon and we only had powder lemon packets. Not the same. Maybe when I go to the store tomorrow I'll pick up some lemons too.

Celia would come over to hang out for a few hours at 130. It was nice to hang out with her. She would change out of her internship clothes once she got here. And we sat on the couch and talked. I worked on my knitting and sewing. It was a chill hang out.

Eventually I made us nachos and we played the frog detective game. The second chapter/sequel was much more involved. We got to decorate a notebook, which we took very seriously. And she narrated all of the speech bubbles, gave everyone accents and everything. It was a lot of fun.

When we finished the game, after having some candy and laughing and having a good time, I realized I was ridiculously tired and just be er fed to lay down. So Celia said she would head out. I'm really glad we got to hang out today.

I wouldnt actually sleep. But I would be horizontal and just rested my body. And soon James was home.

They were very sad. Some hockey players were biking and got hit by an aggressive drunk driver and died. Two brothers. The day before their sister's wedding. Horrible. An absolute tragedy. And they were really torn up about it. Especially because people have been very aggressive towards them lately on their bike. It sucks. People need to calm down, people are literally dying.

They would go upstairs to record an addendum to their podcast about the hockey players. Just to get their feelings out. I would just lay down on the couch. Eventually they would have showered and came and laid with me and held me which was really nice.

Eventually I moved upstairs. I took the kinesiology tape off that I've been wearing the last couple days and even though I was careful I still tore my skin a bit and it hurt. So after dinner (Mac and cheese), I took a bath and tried to carefully get the excess glue off and take care of my poor torn skin. Ouch.

Now me and James are in bed. We might watch more vampire show. But my head hurts a bit and I am very tired. But thankfully not woozy or nauseous.

Tomorrow I have the market. And I am hoping it's a good day. I hope you all have a good day. I love you all very much. Sleep well my friends. Goodnight!

[wendykw]

Living on Social Security Part 2

What I did in the months before I retired to be sure I could survive on just my Social Security check.

PLANNING Steps:

I researched how much money I would have in my SS check before I decided I could retire at 66 instead of waiting until 70. My SS check is about 1/3 higher than the average. So I have that going for me. You can find this information at ssa.gov. You'll have to create a password to access your data.

I researched how much Medicare was going to cost me. Medicare is NOT free. With Parts B & D plus a Medicare Supplement, it costs me $393 per month. You need to know these things before hand. My late husband had retired before I did, so I was aware of these costs. I learned a lot about how Medicare works & the options for Medicare supplements when Hubby and I were looking at his options. He retired at 62 & died at 65. He had a lot of medical issues during those 3 years.

Taxes are another issue to research. My state (NC) does not tax Social Security, but it does tax withdrawals from retirement accounts like IRAs. I have an IRA that I use as my emergency fund. I've used it for paying a plumber, replacing appliances that died, etc. I haven't taken out enough in any year to pay income tax on those withdrawals. The Feds tax half of your SS check, plus other income, if it exceeds the exemption for your filing status. I haven't paid income tax since 2019, the year I retired & still had work income.

I made a budget based on what my net SS check would be. My take-home from my job was >$1k more per month than my SS check. I did this a few months before I retired, so I could figure out how to reduce my expenses that much.

I researched ways to cut expenses.I read books. I watched & still watch several youtube channels that are about frugality. Search frugality & or minimalism on youtube, & you'll find lots of channels. I like Under the Median, Frozen Pennies, Homegrown Hilary, Living on a Dime to grow Rich, and Kate Kaden. If you find someone else that you like, let me know about them. Most of the you-tubers have kids, so a lot of the advice isn't applicable to a retired person or couple.

Next time, I'll write about what I did financially in the 5 years between when my husband died & when I retired. I had to rebuild my retirement savings (401k), because we had to use some of it when Hubby got laid off in 2009, and then when I was unemployed in late 2013 & early 2014. Hubby died 3 months after I started a new job.

[notfknapplicable]

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FYI y’all I have no idea what I’m counting down to, I just like having some kind of theme to my personal posts. I’m an artiste

Sooooooooooo things are going...well?  My general existential dread is always right below the surface and I feel like something awful is always about to happen, but here are my life developments since my last personal post.

1. Signed up 2 more publishers. 2. Researching a digital capture pilot program for the fall. 3. Absolutely ITCHING to use a sheet-fed duplex scanner. 4. Debating applying to serve on my city’s historical preservation committee. 5. Decided not to renew my lease cuz they keep raising the rent on me without upgrading any appliances or fixtures, and also my neighbors kinda freak me out.  There are creepy old men who flirt with me in VERY gross ways, and then there’s the guy across the street who is always sitting in his friend’s car blasting music when his mom is at work.  I’m sick of it.  I’m ready to be a townie again. 6. I’ve accepted that I can’t afford to live alone if I’m ever gonna save enough for a down payment on my forever home.  But I’ve already got 3 leads on roomies, and two are very promising. 7. I am attracted to someone.  I literally do not want to say more than that because it has been so long since I’ve felt like I’m actually crushin’ on someone.  Not an “oh that is an attractive person, I can acknowledge that” feeling, but more of an “okay I need to start eating pineapple daily” type of feeling.  It’s literally been six years.  I need my tires rotated and balanced, if you know what I mean.

I also missed an appointment for a study I’m doing today, but the doctor was super cool about me rescheduling. And then I tried to iron a freelance check that got crumpled in my purse and ended up smudging it to the point that they wouldn’t cash it, but they’ve already issued me a new check that I’m picking up after work!

My vacation in the Hamptons starts in 1 month and 3 days.  We’re already making reservations and plans!  I need to get new trail runners before we go.

[potatoes83]

Random...

Had to drop the Wrangler off at Belle Tire yesterday; found a nail way too close to the sidewall, and the 7 year old tires were starting to dryrot in the treads. I live about 2 1/2 miles away, so I walked back home. Got a big bastarding blood blister on the ball of my foot, right behind the index and middle toes, size of a quarter. That's obnoxious.

Stayed up late, slept in, creatures fed, me fed, laundry and dishes going. It's funny how things change when you're an adult; you used to tell your friends about your newest action figure or whatever, now it's like, oh yeah, got a new dishwasher... yeah, stainless steel, you'd better believe it... no, three freaking racks, I know, right???

I am still annoyed by the fact that the dishwasher takes like 2 1/2 hours to run the dishes. The old one took about an hour. And it's not like I desperately need the dishes like I'm running this thing back to back in a restaurant or something, we've been lazy this week, so there's every bit of a second load to go in, but it's not like the washing machine where you have a finite amount of time to get everything done over the weekend. It doesn't really matter how long the dishwasher takes, truth be told, but I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole it runs so much longer so it can save energy thing. Last I checked, with electrical appliances, the longer they run, the more they cost you. And I know, the heating element is probably half the size, the pump is smaller, and I hear it in there spraying rack by rack, instead of just a massive cascade of water, but once again, if you have something that's half the size running twice as long, it seems like that would be as much if not more energy.

What I really hate is the way that with all this energy efficiency nonsense, your everyday families are really being priced out of being able to afford appliances. Like it's one thing if you're making the decision to spend more money on the higher efficiency model that uses less water and allegedly less energy, that's you making that choice with your dollars based on your lifestyle. But if you just need a replacement dishwasher, never mind the fact that the cheap ones are prohibitively expensive compared to what they used to be, they also just don't work as well. You're really forced to buy something upper end just for it to do what it's supposed to do. This dishwasher works great, yes it does, no one's questioning this. For over $1,000 it better. You buy a cheap one these days, and because it's sitting there saving energy at you, you got to run half the dishes through again. Unless you're one of those people who pre washes them with soap and water before they go in the dishwasher, in which case what's the point? But I know there was a significant period of my working life where there was no way in hell I could spend this kind of coin on a dishwasher. Hell, I had the basic rebuilt washer and dryer from the local used appliance store, $150 each out the door, if they lasted you a couple years, they had paid for themselves. And there was nothing wrong with that. And even in this case, a thousand bucks isn't walking around money, it's by the grace of the Home Depot consumer credit card letting me use their money for 6 months interest free that this dishwasher is a thing.

I've said this before, I'm not a masochist when it comes to my energy bills and whatnot. Everything costs way too much money, and we work far too hard just to pay for our utilities. But let me make that decision. That's what it boils down to. Because some people can't. Oh, what you save in electricity and water, that makes up the cost of the dishwasher, yeah that's cute, but you're talking about long-term costs versus upfront costs. I'm sitting here right now looking at seven light bulbs, none of which are on, but back in the day those would be 60 watts if not greater. Each. That's a hell of a lot of wattage. So I'm running energy efficient light bulbs, I still have quite a few cfls, a smattering of leds, because I didn't go throwing everything I bought away when the next technology came down the road. But I also remember when you get a box of 60 watt standard light bulbs for like 80 cents or some nonsense. So if I want to save the energy, I can spend five bucks a light bulb or whatever the hell it is these days, but what if I don't have that luxury. What if I just need some light in my kitchen, and things are really tight, what do I do then?

The choice needs to be in the hands of the consumer. And that can't be a Sophie's choice of choosing between affordability or something that actually works. Also, affordability needs to be determined by real people, not a bunch of bureaucrats pulling down comfortable six figure salaries. That's not reasonable. And it's not helping anybody. If I need to buy something basic, with less fancy functions, less energy efficiency, but it will still do the job I need it to, that needs to be my decision. 🥔

[spaciousreasoning]

Out with the Old

The other night, right in the middle of enjoying some streaming entertainment, we got the buffering symbol that did not resolve itself within a few moments. When the internet outage did not clear up within 24 hours, we went through the cable company’s text system and — after repeating the steps we had taken already — scheduled a tech to visit us today.

After the nice young man did his routine of checking for problems, he announced that our cable modem was kaput. It was still showing lights, which generally meant there was still a connection. But the tests showed otherwise, and he suggested going with a so-called gateway appliance, a combo of cable modem and WiFi router. I found and bought one on Amazon, which will be delivered on Tuesday.

Until then, we’ll continue to make do with my phone’s hotspot, which has served us pretty well so far. I’ve used it in the past for connecting my computer, but since we got stuck in the middle of a show the other night, I managed to get our streaming connected to the hotspot. Surprisingly, it worked just fine that night and again last night.

And tonight and tomorrow and Monday, probably, until the new appliance arrives and we get hooked up again. Our next-door neighbor got so fed up with the cable company a few weeks back that he signed up with T-Mobile for his home internet connection. He’s pretty pleased with the service so far.

T-Mobile is not our phone company, and while they do offer internet service, it’s not currently available in our neighborhood. So we’ll continue with the cable company for the time being. The cable tech mentioned that a lot of people are opting for the internet service provided by the phone company, and he admitted that he could not argue with that.

Good to know for the future. But that’s next year.

[magnusmodig]

❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃, 𝐘𝐄𝐒. 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄? '𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 a matter of opinion and circumstance , my friend. ❞ though the words were perhaps the chiding sort , they were well-meaning. that he had ROOF over his head was enough. ( no longer COOPED UP / a match in a steel powder keg / fitful power reawakened without tether , and fit to explode . ) and with such resolve , thor's smile came easier then , damming the fitful tidings of regret in the presence of such mortal stranger. ❝ i am thor , son of odin. it is a pleasure to meet you , son of niro. ❞

such formalities were trivial , but expected , and with them out of the way did thor make move to explore further into the kitchen area. appliances reminiscent of midgard's technology were tucked soundly away in their places , humming faintly even though their vibration was lost to his senses. ( he almost didn't mind it. he hadn't his jane to soothe the incessant buzzing of the damned kitchen fridge. ) and now standing squarely before the most offensive appliance , thor focused his investigation on the one thing this realm had NOT provided for him: sustenance.

the fridge , upon opening , was the same as any other fridge he had seen. though this one was ill stocked , mostly barren due to the home's new tenants. ( thor didn't much mind that either. two months of fasting to allow his people fed did a number on one's appetite , it seemed. ) PRETENDING THEN to merely to be curious , he made show of peering into its inner cupboards and shelves before shutting the door , and doing the same with the freezer.

❝ do tell , de niro , what are your preferred forms of nourishment? ❞ he asked , gliding fingers over white cupboards before peering inside of those , too. he spared a glance over his shoulder before winking. ❝ if it is much like your taste in spirits , i believe that you and i might be fast friends over such meals as breakfast , indeed. ❞

Roberto had come down from his late night talk with Vash-not-Vash and promptly collapsed into bed in an attempt to wake up from this bizarre dream. Maybe he was in the hospital in a coma and this was his brain making shit up.

But he knew the difference between being awake and asleep and when he woke up... He was forced to concede that this was real.

Which meant his first step of a new day was cracking open a bottle of whiskey he'd bought the other day and having a morning drink and a smoke. Just something to settle his nerves and keep him from freaking out while he figured out what he was going to do from here.

Roberto has only gotten as far as getting out the bottle, his suit jacket dropped over the back of a chair and his button-up shirt hardly qualifying for that name, when what he can only describe as a mountain of a man emerges from the other bedroom.

They stare blankly at each other for a few moments before the man beams sunshine at way too early in the morning.

"Err... Yeah. Wasn't aware I had a roommate here." He should have figured, since there were two rooms. At least it wouldn't be as quiet as he'd thought. A little self consciously, Roberto sets the bottle down to finish buttoning his shirt up. Jesus this guy was huge.

"Name's Roberto De Niro, pleasure. Guess you're another displaced unfortunate, huh?"

[flowering-smile]

I bring meta for the @tolkiencrackweek !

So I was thinking about how hobbits spend their time; it's canon that they like to do activities that don't require a great effort or that basically consist in eating. Except some essential workers like farmers.

However, in a society with such a lack of technical advances how do they get time to do such things. Something had to made their life easier. And how do hobbits live so well in a medieval landscape inside their Hobbit hole?

They invented home appliances. They had mixers, refrigerators, vacuum cleaners, washing machines, microwaves...

How did they find them? They don't know, what's most curious about the hobbits is that they take things for granted and don't wonder where they came from or what else to do with them. So they have that technology, they use it every day but they don't remember who made them or who found it bet my money it was a Took and they don't care. They could apply that technology to build nuclear weapons, and they don't care. They are happy with what they have because thanks to it they can have six meals a day and life a peaceful life in the Shire while the rest of Middle Earth are living stressful, medieval and dirty lifes

[meraki-j]

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[hiepmocuilga]

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[home-decorr]

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