#i deleted my prior replies by accident.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Nine: Memory Lane (Jason Todd's POV)

I sat with Avery-Marie at the piano, thinking about all the years of lessons Avery’s mother paid for. He used to sit there for hours, crying because he couldn’t get the notes right. It seemed like he got better overnight. That wasn’t the case, though. He worked hard for every note. Music filled the house, and everything else seemed silent. Nocturne No. 2 in E-Flat Major. It played in my head non-stop for months after the incident. My fingers found the keys, and soon enough, I was playing the tune that haunted me for my granddaughter. I shut my eyes, holding back tears as I listened to every key. I could almost feel him there, smiling beside me on the bench. “Ganma, this Daddy’s song,” Avery-Marie whispered. 

I was surprised she remembered. I sometimes felt like Avery had been gone forever, but it was only a year. To survive the horrible incident and years later—. It didn’t seem fair. It made me bitter. I didn’t want Avery-Marie to inherit my anger and weariness, so I stayed away. I wish I hadn’t because that anger and bitterness softened when I was with her. “It was… Um… Do you remember him well?” I asked. 

“Daddy not smile… He sad… All the time sad,” Avery-Marie replied. I nodded. 

“Yes… Your daddy was sad a lot, but he loved you so much. You were his everything. His special girl,” I whispered.  I stopped playing the piano and wrung my hands. 

“I have to work tomorrow, so you have to come with me to the office,” I explained before sputtering. She laughed and tried to copy the noise. “You gotta pout, take a deep breath, and blow.” She was a quick study. I let her down from the bench and she walked around the house sputtering like a horse. I didn’t mind the noise. 

I worked remotely for a few days while Terry healed, but he was up and about. So, I promised I’d pick him up from school and talk to him about his plans going forward. The only problem was Avery-Marie. I didn’t know how I’d keep her preoccupied. My secretary called, requesting a file I sent her two weeks prior. “Ganma, brrrr! Brrrr! Brrrr!” Avery-Marie sputtered. 

“That’s it, Avey. Good job, mamas,” I smiled while I searched through my notes for a summary of the file she needed. 

“Sorry, Lexi… I was speaking to my granddaughter. You said you were looking for a new proposal for the career partnership program, right?” I asked. 

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I deleted the message you sent—.”

“Hey, accidents happen. I sent it again, but you didn’t have to scramble for it. I already sent a copy to the mayor. I figured everyone would be backlogged with their monthly progress summaries, so I did it myself.” Avery-Marie took my hand, and I stood up and danced with her to no music. “Thanks, Jason… You’re a lifesaver. I’m so so—.” 

“Don’t say sorry. I’ve got you. Um… Anything else Lexi?” I questioned. 

“Your nephew called,” Lexi replied. 

“Hm… Mhm,” I mumbled. 

“Ganma, you choking?” Avery-Marie asked. 

“No, Sweetpea. Grandpa is thinking,” I answered, “Did he leave a message, Lexi?” 

“Yes, he said he’d bring you fried rice and asked me to tell you sorry in advance,” Lexi replied.

“Thanks, Lexi… I’ll call you if I need anything else,” I replied. She said goodbye, and I spent the next few seconds trying to figure out how to avoid answering the door. Kenny rang the doorbell. 

I picked Avery-Marie up and checked the cameras. “Ken!” Avery-Marie shouted.

“I’m answering, Avie,” I whispered as I opened the door. 

Ken smiled at me. “JT, I went by Abigail’s and she wasn’t there. So, I figured you went there. Hi, Little Miss Avie,” Ken smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. 

“Kenny, what are you doing? Does your Pop know you’re here?” I questioned. Ken practically grew up in my house. I blamed myself for the incident, so I decided to stay away from my nieces and nephews to protect them from the same fate. 

“I can’t visit my uncle and my baby cousin? I brought dinner, and I would like a hug,” Ken smiled. I let him in the house, and he set the bowl on the kitchen table. 

I hugged him, still frowning as I tried to quiet my thoughts. I catastrophized in my mind. I hated seeing the people I loved, because I always saw the worst things imaginable happening when I looked at them. “How’s work?” Ken asked as he rummaged through my kitchen for plates and silverware. 

“I’m semi-retired… But there’s a kid I’m working with. He’s smart, but I worry it’ll be harder to keep him safe from the gangs. He’s through with it for sure, but they all want a piece of him,” I answered. 

“Want some rice, Avie?” Ken asked. Avery-Marie nodded, and I set her down while Ken served us. “It sounds like you’re invested in this client.” 

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve been invested like this,” I replied. I swallowed hard. “He’s not—.” 

“You don’t have to explain… No one blames you for that,” Ken replied. I shut my eyes. 

“It was my fault… But let’s not get into that right now. Thanks for bringing dinner. I won’t send you home. How’s school?” I questioned. “Tim said you got home a little while ago.” 

“Yeah. It’s going good. I’m an assistant teacher for a cooking class at the high school I went to,” Ken answered. I smiled. Ken took after Bernie, despite looking like Tim’s mom. I saw a picture of her once, but I knew better than to mention it. We all had our burdens we hid from our families. 

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After dinner, I got Avery-Marie ready for bed, and Ken stuck around. “It’s dark outside. Call Tim and tell him where you are,” I whispered, “I don’t want you driving across town this late at night.”

“Okay… But I—. Let me ask you something,” Ken replied. I nodded and watched as Ken turned to a picture I took when Maggie and Ken to Texas to visit my wife’s mom. They were still little. My heart dropped to my stomach. “Did you avoid me because you didn’t wanna talk about Maggie?” 

“No… I avoid you because I don’t want you to get hurt. You were like one of my kids. Doesn’t mean—.” 

“I know,” Ken smiled, “Still… Pop’s worried about you… And what’s going on with Abigail? Why do you have Avie? Is Ab—?”

“She’s in treatment,” I interrupted, “Please call Tim. Okay?” 

Ken nodded, pulling out his phone to call Tim. Tim answered after the second ring. “Hey, Goose. Where are you?” Tim questioned. 

“I’m at JT’s,” Ken answered. 

“He’s staying the night because I don’t want him driving across town,” I explained. Tim sighed, but he didn’t sound irritated. 

“Thanks for letting him in… I know he’s a handful, Jason. I would’ve called if I knew he was—.”

“It’s okay. It’s comforting… Seeing him,” I replied. Ken smiled at me. 

“Keep him, because he’s driving me nuts,” Tim joked, “Between him and his sister’s boyfriend—.” 

“Lena’s dating? Or is it Jane?” I questioned. 

“Jane. And it’s killing me. You might know him,” Tim replied. It felt good to talk to Tim. We were never close, but the kids brought us together. Hearing Tim complain about normal things made me forget. Ken fell asleep on the couch while we talked. It almost felt like no time had passed.

[muffindaddystyles]

SERENDIPITY.

(n), beautiful accidents turning out in beautiful journeys.

Nothing to explain, just Vampire!harry.

Smut, Smut and Smut.

Masterlist , Let's talk about more vampire H!

Author's Note: This's me just testing waters with my fantasy writing skills. It got deleted at first and I had to write everything again with fat sad tears. Tried my best hope ya'll like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and I kinda deserve it for this one *sheepishly*

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back.

Or

Y/N interrupts Harry amidst his meal and ends up him clinging to her.

Kittens. One hell of the beasty creatures they're. You'd give them your heart but they'll prefer their two hours sleep over it. Such type of beasty wee landed Y/N into such situation. She's been searching for Meowsie her cat for fifteen minutes now when she heard a feeble cry of an animal. The tall trees with it's roots snatching at soil - the moon at it's peek. Gasping she crouches down for the rescue of a deer with it's fur wrenched in blood. 

When she does so her eyes struck at the sleekness of a pair of loafers stubbing yellow leaves under it. A groan of annoyance whirling in air and gulping she rakes her eyes to find a tall, swiney man staring down at her in offence like she disturbed him. 

He's gorgeous. Features that of greek sculpture with silk kissing it, eyes –well she can't figure them out in her fear. "Who're ye'!?" He snarls and she toppled back on her bum with a squeak, "Aish. should be asking you the same." She shuts her eyelids. He thinks she's very stupid for leisuring in an abnomished forest at this hour of night when every creature's ready to strangle her alive. 

"Who're you?" She emphasizes each word grabbing the broken branch and pointing it towards him mustering some courage not letting her brave cascade waver. 

His first instinct was to say that he's vegan. But, why should he when he's not. He doesn't like lying. 

He steps from under the shadows of trees rims glimmering under the beautiful moonlight, "Could be anythin' ye'r little brain's been thinkin' of." He smirks towering her and scrambles back. Her facial expressions blown out more from the fright he's causing. 

Poor little thing. 

Before, he could fill in her curiosity his prey escapes into darkness gaining his attention. He growls throwing his head at his shoulders — Harry isn't that of tantrum throwing person (a practice of one hundred year has taught him that bitterness brings you nothing) but he's been devastatingly hungry and the feeding clubs grossed him out. 

The smell of grinding bodies, sweat and the combination of different human's blood makes him sick to core rubbing his appetite away. He's bored of them. 

Her sweet glazing auroma calls him to trap her and take a succulent bite out of her but before that she benefited the opportunity running away from him exiting the dark forest only to find Meowsie snuggling inside her bed. 

"You batty creature!" She huffs, "No wonder I'd be found – dead one day because of you." 

With whoever; she bumped in the forest wasn't human at all Y/N thinks. 

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She's been fighting her sweet tooth for so long but it's not helping her. She muttered a fuck it before lecturing Meowsie, "No sneaking." When Meowsie meowed bobbing her head she cheered, "Good baby." Like a proud momma. 

It was success. Reaching the nearest store and buying the oreo yogurt to savour it immediately. When she strolled outside gloomy vibe hit her causing her nerves to shudder winter chillness freezing her toes.

The cup hits the pavement and she emits a loud scream as a brutal force rams her in a brick wall. 

A groan of pain rumbling in her chest and she shuts her eyes as a shadowy demon creeps up her calves agonisingly trying to pop her in two. 

Counting on her death when it screeches in horrifying noises being ripped into bits and pieces mercilessly. When she squints her eyes open she finds the mossy jade eyes peering down at her more pissed than he was in the forest, "do ya humans don't sleep at night? Or are ye' a mouse that steals good-ys at night?" He traps her head with his hands on either side of wall and she grumbles at his insult of calling her human. But isn't it what she is? A human? 

"I -- don't be mean." She pouts hissing at the dull ache in her legs and he sighs voice getting gentler, "Can ye' walk?" When she nods he scoffs with a thick accent lips quirking and nose scrunching. He wanted to leave her at it but the scared look on her tightened his chest and he felt his responsibility to walk her home safe and invest if she got hurt. 

"No you can't!" He winds his arms around her encouraging her to put all of her weight on his side as he walks her. "Who're you. And how did ya do that?" She asks with a timid voice. He doesn't want to scare her away but the truth's he's been keeping an eye on her for days. Muttering a curse to himself whenever she'd have her nightly visits without a care for herself. Silly human. 

"Harry." He replies without a care and if it wouldn't be for the pain she's feeling she'd have never let him inside her home. "I can't even eat my yogurt in peace 'cos of you Harry." She reproaches as he sits her on sofa taking her ankles and putting them over his knees. 

[That's how I felt when you interrupted my meal you little pesty thing he wanted to mutter but held back.] 

Taking out the potion Nana gave him that heals painful scars. 

"It'll hurt a bit little mouse." He murmurs pulling out the cork of bubble shaped bottle she flinches, "Don't call me that!" Staring at the way her ripened gnashes disappears in beautiful spirals. "Then stop acting like a coward-y mouse." He stands up looking down at her slumpy with sleep. He shushed her, "'s okay. . ." with each dab feeling sorry for exposing her to his world and now the demon who was manifested without a precise spell thought they're co-related kept lingering around her and well he couldn't leave such an innocent girl to be harmed by evils.

"Not gonna tuck ye' in bed, now." He stands up chin doubling raising his hands in defence albeit he's privy for such actions. Too domestically affectionate for him. 

"Please." She doesn't want to be here on uncomfortable sofa and wants to snuggle inside her blankets. "Fine." He rolls his eyes not giving heed to the angelic details of her home for that it'll create a soft spot in his heart for her. 

His body swimming in her scent once stepping inside her room and he tucks her under quilts grabbing Meowsie akwardly and putting her beside Y/N so she could cuddle with her. He stares her for time and Y/N doesn't hear door shutting and he's out of her bleary vision in a tick 

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White swarms over the crimson in hues with yummy smell spreading everywhere along with the waves of Y/N melodic hum. Meowsie tries to rip the muffin batter and Y/N smacks her paw away ending up having a standoff stare competition with her in the kitchen. 

She literally heard her saying mean mommy. 

Y/N thoughts are all over the place. All she could think of is his's stupid beautiful face and they way his gentle touch made her feel floffy from muscles. He shouldn't pesk her like that. The white chocolate chip pops and she was about to see if they were done when a rasp crawled in her ear making her jump and causing the pyrx bowl to hit the oak counter, "Been thinkin' of meh, lil mouse?" 

"What the fuck. Harry!" She spins sending him into fits of laughter with squeaky scream.

"Not funny. Don't you guys not go somewhere unless invited?" She gasps putting her hand atop her heart and Harry's eyes follows her commotion, "'course we do. Got some manners 'n shite." He scoffs with cupid bow quirked up and nose scrunched. 

"Then where are your manners now?" He smirks at that leaning at her level, "You manifested me s' hard it broke rules." Heat splashes on her cheeks and she notices the intricate details of his features finding them dull and sick than his prior glow. She gasps in shock taking his hands leading him to sofa and sitting him with a push to his shoulders. 

"God. You look terrible what happened?" He gives out a smile at her care throwing his head into headboard cushions, as she scrambles back to kitchen to take out muffins from oven she asks worriedly proper concerned for his health, "Would you like something?" 

A warm mug of delicious bubbling blood thank you very much.

He wanted to mutter but his throat went dry from the headache making him all dizzy. He's been death starving for days now cause his appetite seems to vanish and tongue wouldn't accept any kind of blood since the day he smelled the gush of crimson running inside her veins. 

"Can I bite you?" He regrets the moment it slipped from his tongue. Y/N doesn't seem to mind instead mulls about it for a moment putting two warm hot cocoa milk and red velvet muffins on the lil coffee table. 

"Will it keep you alive?" When Harry closed his eyes in gentle affirmation she cranes her neck to side like she has seen in many movies. "Okay. Go then." He smiles weakly taking her fingers ever so tenderly in his hold and ushering her in his lap. 

"If you wouldn't mind — it'll be more comfortable like this. ." She just nods knees bended on either side of his thighs and his mouth waters at her appetizing sweet smell. He rakes his nose along the curve of her neck swearing that she's made of puddle of how soft her skin's. His senses wrecking havoc as his fangs glistens at the surface grazing against the barrier of her sensitive spot. 

"Aa-a!" She cries out and He pulls her back anxiously brows kinking, "Didn't even bit yet." 

"Surprised is all." She confesses shyly and Harry shakes his head with a silly smile letting her fist the hem of his shirt tight as he wrapped his arm around her waist smushing her closer to him and keeping her head in one place stopping her from squirming..

"Ticklish baby mouse ye're." Saying this he pushes his fangs into her flesh and she created a mousey noise head lulling. He gives out a moan-y growl at the taste of first droplet hitting his tongue. He doesn't think he could stop from now on. She tastes like the nectar birds of heaven could feed on. 

His body coming to life. Inners feeling fresh as ever again. 

She feels float-y. Like taking a nap over clouds and letting the zephyr cocoon her and she stuffs her face in the crook of his neck breathing him happily with a loopy smile.

This's oddly satisfying and calming. He wants to take care of her. She's a beacon he always wants to keep protected from the storm. He gasps feeling himself nourished all over again after days of starvation. Lapping at the shiny drops of what's left making her giggle and he could easily recognize that smell. Of her arousal. 

She's all worked up in his embrace snuggling closer to him. He has been in this position with many people before but once they serve his purpose they'd been walked away to take care of.

"Don't go lost on me little mouse y'need to eat somethin'." He settles her over his thigh taking the mug and muffins. 

Tearing it in two and bringing it to her mouth as she lays her head against his shoulder. He sighs happily feeling full as she nibbled slowly, "Thank you." He wipes the crumbs from the corner of her lips feeling the petalness of them and wondering what he shouldn't be wondering at all. "'S okay." She quips with cracky voice making Harry chuckle and sipping onto his own warm milk.

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Harry didn't know a human could attract him like a magnet to metal. She manifested him once and now he's always at her cosy home, he likes the radiance of sunshine that promises from her presence. They watch movies till the clock doesn't strike six in the morning, have secret rendezvous hidden from the eye of normal people at the places Y/N has never been, he has his weekly bites from her and in return brings her every Oscar Wilde's books from his shelf. 

Biting her's the most pleasing yet excruciating part because the way she melts like a honey over him like she depends on him and the sweet smell of her wetness that billows in the room makes Harry gripe at her sides, sometimes drinking more than her petite body could handle. He feels awful after that. 

Cuddles her to sleep and makes the walnut pie he learned from his Nana which apparently is a witch (she isn't actually his grandma — he has long forgotten about his real family). 

Harry took her to the vampires museum and when her marshmallow lips baubled in astonishment at the wings of Angels displaying on the burgundy wall. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist the whole time eyeing anyone that would look towards her weirdly (humans aren't allowed at vampire premises, but who dares to point a finger at Harry? No one.) One of the reasons he hugged her in a smushing coddling suffocating way to lather his scent all over her leaving her flustered and confused. Y/N has finally met someone that shares the same sleeping schedule as her insomniac ass. "We better leave before they hang me angel here too." His breath was hot against her neck running shivers down her spine. 

His words carrying amiability and seductivity causing Y/N to gape at him. Did he just call her his Angel? He definitely did. Annoying leech that's fucking up with Y/N's emotions. 

They didn't talk about it at all after that. 

Harry did with Nana. Freaking out to her how his emotions are always spiraling for her. That he wants her all to himself. Wants to feel her in ways that's beyond just the touch. Nana just laughed it off and made him eat his coconut pie. He almost choked on his bite. Adam apple bobbing in pain when she cleared to him – that; The they indeed have bonded to eachother. 

Her blood runs inside him. His marks are on the most precious spot of her body. Where lovers claim their affection — how could he not feel like that towards her? She's sure that Y/N also feels the same for Harry. 

Harry was getting done with some cluster of work when a stab of pain invaded his whole body prickling uncomfortably against his skin. Something's up. He could feel in his bones that his little mouse's not okay. When he goes her home he's met by pure silence making him more anxious than he already is.

He picks Meowsie from the floor rubbing her crown as he steps inside her bedroom. She's layered under many fold blankets in her bed shrinked into a pea and her head perks up when Harry's voice reaches her, "Angel. . ." She throws everything aside tackling him to mattress making him squeak.

He smiles petting her hair as she purrs against his chest fisting the hem of his shirt tightly. "One of those days?" He asks genuinely not stopping his gentle action and she bobs her head  vigorously bottom lip wobbling, "Oh my little mouse – c'mere what happened?" His gaze flitting between her's as he cups her cheeks squishing them adorably. 

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back, "Then can I bite you?" She just wants to distract herself from the unbearable headche of her history course. 

He chuckles breathily at that sighing because could he say no to her? No. He smiles down at her dimples denting in his cheeks, "Kay. Go then." She stuffs her face in the dip of his neck sniffing the marbled beach fragrance of him that of summers I'm December's cosiness. Her teeth grazing at the curve of his pale skin and Harry closes his eyes in anticipation. He feels intimidated by this little human being like no other. His little human.

Her teeth grazing against his cold skin and Harry almost whined letting a moan slip his eyes rolling back into his sockets as she bites him. His hands on her ass twitching to grope at the flesh when his cock stirred with her heat leaking against it. She creates sweet filthy noises succling the mark and "Enough." Harry cleared his throat and the haze in his head bounding her wrists between them pulling pulling her away looking at her sternly when she whines. 

"Baby. . talk to me." He caresses her cheek with his knuckles but she ignores his words floating in her all headspace staring the mark she created. Tracing the beautiful hue of love bite with her fingers, "How did it feel?" Harry's eyes flutter with charming smile as he kissed the hand which's not busy memorizing him. 

"Like a lil mouse ticklin'" She leans at that kissing her work of art, giving wet little sweet kisses up his jaw palms running down his midriff as she whispered. 

"This?" Her hips stuttering with his swell sitting delicious between her panty clad pussy lips, she peers up at him from her under her lashes as her lips rested against the corner of his pillowy full mouth. 

"And this?" Test of his patience. "Like I've never felt before." Saying. He smudges his lips against her's in a succulent, sweet and affectionate kiss. Lapping tenderly with his pink wet tongue at her mouth to deepen the kiss squishing her cheeks in the process. Swallowing her whimpers and whines down his throat like she's most precious. She humps his bulging cock with erotic swivels of her hips and Harry griped at her sides to leave blue blemishes in some hours.

He closes his eyes still smiling foolishly resting his temple against her's – noses doing eskimo kisses. 

"Can we talk now, what's disturbing my angel?" He tucks her hair back kissing her forehead and she bobs her head embarrassed at her tantrums. "It's silly. 'M gonna fail my history exam." His eyes twinkle, "Just havocin' your brain for this?" 

"No worries. I gotcha."

. . .

This's how they ended up like this surrounded by notes and papers. Harry complaining with an unbelievable scuff, "What do they teach ye' kids now days? That didn't happen at all in history." Still ending up helping her with learning which ended up him giving her his slender fingers fucking her with them to let her work for her reward.

"No pet. Wrong answer." He tutted eyes still on the quiz card and it's the sight for sore eyes. She cramps her thighs around his wrist and he curled his fingers rubbing her walls in return as a warning, "Come on lil mouse ye' right there." He leans from the edge of his chair to snatch a chaste kiss from her parted ones.

"189-5?" She mewls not sure of her answer and Harry again pressed his lips against her's murmuring against them driving a third finger inside her and rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, "such an intelligent girl. doin' s' good fo' me – wanna cum?" He bites at her earlobe gripping the quiz cards tightly.

"Yes. Please‐" He cuts her off taking his digits out making her whine and squirm loudly. Sage coloured panties clearly drenched in her slickness as Harry licks her sweet juices like a hungry kitten from his fingers wrapping his magenta lips till his knuckles — if it's a lollipop humming around them vulgarly.

"Harry No!" She huffs making grabby hands at him and he squeezes her bossom thigh to push her down, "Harry yes. Now -- tell me babe where Buddhism originated from?" He wets the pad of his thumb nonchalantly eyeing her playfully and Y/N just wants to kiss that pink pretty tongue as he turned the page around.

She grabs his hand moving them closer to her swollen pussy head falling at his mere graze, "Please." He gives love nibbles at her cheek flickering her clit to tease her.

"What baby?" He murmurs gliding them up and down her slit causing her to rock her pelvis against his touch his freezing fingers adding upto sensation. "Want your fingers." She gasped breathily because before her request Harry was stuffing her back with his fingers massaging the sweet shell of her g-spot.

Her tummy coiling with pleasure and she threw her arms around his neck parted lips pressing against his throat, "Last quiz and then ye' can come all over me fingers." He tells her pinching her thighs. His cock weeping in his pants. The world around them deafening to glitter noises and Harry puts his chin atop her shoulder raising the card infront of her shoulder as she thrashed in his arms.

It was for his last criss-cross of swipe when she gushed all over him with noises that stroked Harry's ego and this time he gave her a hickey coaxing her orgasm from her high, "Hmh. S' warm I could stay inside ye' forever." A sugary smooching voice echoes in room when he kissed the spot between her ear and neck.

Y/N thinks Harry has successfully made a nest in her heart.

. . .

They were flopped over quilts in her bed moon glowing happily in love with them together and Y/N turned in his arms admiring each glimmer of his skin with an awestruck puppy eyes, "You're such an Angel. . .so pretty." He chuckles softly bringing her closer to her chest to hear her heartbeats.

"People think otherwise my mouse." He gives out a 'oof' sound giggling when she climbed up his torso heels of palms pressing against his pecks. "You're for me resting in the depths of ye'r skin — that went through love and sorrows, nourishment and pains until god decided you were meant to be mine. . ." She sucks in a breath cupping his beautiful face to lull it side to side. Harry could bite her whole made of petals and honeycomb she is. He stares her zoning out for a moment.

"Sorry. But seeing ye' with my bites makes me s' hard. . ." He whispers. "Bite me again then." She nuzzles in the crook of his neck pressing her wet crotch down against his hard dick pressing against his zipper.

"So polite and carin'." He grins smacking kisses against the thin skin of her shoulder reaching the mark that's still pudgy and purple. She moans getting him out with shaky fingers and kissing him heatedly in full vigour making slick filthy noises. He slaps her bottom ripping her panties to throw them carefully rubbing his weeping blushed head in between her clenching pussy lips to smudge their arousals.

Whimpers of bliss whirling in air when he slipped inside her slick cunt filling her to brim his balls pressed against her bum, "Fuck. Just how I imagined — tight 'n snug. I love ye'r cunt baby." He gritted grinding his pelvis against her's in slow teasing motion hitting one spot continuously.

"Feels good. . ." She cries softly thighs quivering by his sides and he wrapped his hand around the nape of her to bring her down for another passionate kiss, "Would ye' bond to meh? Huh - lemme cum inside ye'r pretty pussy? Make it mine?" He mumbled wet-ly against her lips sucking her lower one to make it all plump and pinkish.

"Make me yours." She gives out a squeaky whimperish moan when at her words he licked his mark biting it. Her walls creamping around his cock to feel each, ridge and thick vein and she turned a loopy butterfly in his arms.

"Ye' can't cum unless I give ye' permission and I've had plenty to drink. . ." He growls grabbing her jaw eyes turning oyrx and she wipes her own blood from his mouth to press her thumb against his tongue letting him suck. Now, she doesn't have one mark only it's plenty that of flowers scattered on canvas.

He stretches his legs wide toes curling holding her down from her hips to fuck into her with rough mind forging thrusts, "Yes!" Y/N whispers with hoarse throat that she hasn't spoken from months.

"Cum fo' me. Over me cock baby wants to feel ye' Angel." He moans fondling her breasts in his large calloused palms smauching kisses at very skin he could find to shower his love to. Y/N comes a wave of shiver running from her soles to head as she just created noises straight out of porn.

Her creaming around him. Warm and slick cum dribbling down his balls didn't last Harry too. He came inside her in thick spurts of ribbons leaving blueprints at her arse.

They remained like this for some moments. Cacooned into eachother breathing eachother Harry memorizing her to memorize the memory he could never forget and caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.

He lays her on bed gently slipping out of her shushing her with pecks on mouth when she whined from sensitivity, "Gonna take care of ye' little mouse." He bends her knees kissing them stroking the insides of her shivering thighs to calm her down taking his discarded boxer from side.

"Want you to squeeze baby -— I came alot." She does as he said and he cleans her with his clothe showering her in kisses and praises.

Running a steamy bath with essential lavender and rose oils and bathe salts. Resting her between his legs to feel her skin everytime against his skin.

"I love you. Gonna keep ye' forever." He whispers in the silence of night and she smiled with fuzzy heart. Feeling good and fluttery. "I love you too."

Shrugging she retorts playfully, "I'd be all old and wrinkly but you'd be still this gorgeous now that's unfairrrrr." He just laughs at her cuteness creating obnoxious kissing noises while kissing her face.

"Gross." She mutters bashfully eyeing him and he fake offends tickling her sides causing the water splash from rims, "Wasn't gross when I was fucking your brains out—" She tries to smack him in between laughters.

"Heyyyy."

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

WIP Wednesday

I am, again, untagged but undeterred! Who wants more Wingman? No? Too bad, that’s what you’re getting!

I... haven’t slept yet. Consider yourself tagged if you want to do this and please please tag me in your WIPs, I really love seeing what my friends, mutuals, and followers are all working on. Part of this is under a cut, mostly for the sanity of Future Me.

About halfway down the block, they realized at about the same time that they had nothing to talk about.

“So…”

“So...”

So. Akira didn’t remember how to have a normal damn conversation. He wasn’t going to blame that on the fact that the only people who’d spoken to him on a regular basis in the past five months were all eccentric to say the least, but it definitely hadn’t helped. One of the top five current sanest people in his life was the drag queen proprietor of a bar in the red light district, for crying out loud. Not to mention he’d always been more of a listener to begin with because it was less stressful. So long as the person talking wasn’t a harried reporter who could only ever be found at the aforementioned drag bar. Or his homeroom teacher being blackmailed into dubious side work by a late student’s family. Or an ex member of the goddamn yakuza. Being “robbed of one’s place to belong” apparently also did a number on one’s sanity.

Akira was pulled from his thoughts by Ono awkwardly clearing his throat.

“I, uh, heard that one of the Japanese schools staying here is Shujin. That you?” Jason hazarded. 

“Yup.”

“Phantom Thieves Shujin?”

“That’s the only one I’m aware of.” Akira responded blandly. Not the best topic for small talk considering the apparent state of his brain-to-mouth filter, but better than walking along and twiddling their thumbs until one of them decided to leave. Probably.

Jason cracked a smile and jokingly asked, “Do you know them?” Even half-expecting it, the question still caught him a little off guard. Although not as much as it would have a few months prior, considering he’d gotten it just as jokingly from several of Leblanc’s regulars since May. Meaning he’d had time to practice his answer.

“Oh yeah,” Akira responded, pouring every ounce of sarcasm he had into a completely truthful statement, “I found them on accident and they made me their leader.” Then he rolled his eyes for good measure. Who needed to be a good liar when you could just tell the truth in a way nobody would believe?

“Pff, why would they do that?” Jason snorted, indulging the “joke.” Akira shrugged in response.

“No idea,” he answered, again, completely honestly. “My unparalleled charisma? My superior adaptability?” He paused for his date to stop laughing before he continued, “My cool glasses?” That earned him a scoff.

“Clark Kent you ain’t, buddy.” Ono retorted dryly, but the effect was ruined by the smile trying to break out across his face. Topic successfully deflected.

“Definitely no Superman, either.” Akira stretched and laughed softly.“Too gangly.” He was finally starting to actually relax a little when an arm snaked around his waist and tugged him close, effectively shooting his progress in the face.

“I dunno if I’d say gangly. Lean, maybe?” Ono’s voice was close to his ear again and his hand was ridiculously warm where it rested on his hip. “Whatever you wanna call it, it definitely suits you.” 

“Uh. Th-thanks.” A few moments passed, allowing Akira to attempt to scrape together something resembling a brain cell.

“Y’know, if you’re here to make memories, maybe we should get on that.”

Attempt failed, try again later. Something about the guy’s voice, especially with the way it ghosted across an apparently very sensitive spot just behind his ear, seemed to have a vendetta against Akira trying to think. Purely on impulse, with no input from his higher functions that had all abandoned him at that point, Akira turned his head and hummed his assent against the corner of Ono’s jaw. He felt a shiver run through the taller boy and a decidedly Arsene-shaped sense of smug satisfaction in the back of his mind. Akira wasn’t sure if he should offer his inner self thanks or wonder where the hell this kind of helpful nudge was earlier that afternoon with Ryuji. Or at literally any point with Ryuji. Maybe it was for the better, he really didn’t have the nerve to follow up on a move like that. And if he couldn’t with the guy who’d arranged the damn date, there was no way he’d have been able to after probably ambushing his unsuspecting best friend. There was no point in dwelling on that, though. Instead, he met the hooded gaze Jason levelled at him with a smirk meant to cover his rising nerves. 

Anyone who knew Joker, Infamous Leader of the Phantom Thieves would have recognized that particular smirk as the prelude to him being a little shit, but Ono did not. He had no idea what to expect when Akira replied lowly, “I think you might be onto something there.” The blond leaned in a little, eyes fluttering shut as Akira reached up to settle one hand on the back of Jason’s neck--

--and shattered the moment with a quiet click from his phone’s camera. Ono blinked a few times, looking up to where Akira was holding his phone up for the selfie he’d just snapped, and back to Akira’s face. Double take. Triple take. And then he fixed him with the most unimpressed face Akira had ever seen in his life, which had to be some kind of world record.

“Uhhh, say ‘cheese?’” He cracked a smile and tried hard not to laugh as that look somehow turned even more unimpressed.

“Ha freaking ha.” Ono pouted up at the camera. “Seriously. I’m gonna crack a rib laughin’ here. You’re hilarious.”

“Are you saying you don’t want a picture of yourself when you look this good?” Akira replied innocently and lowered his arm a little. Maybe it was unfair to push the buttons of a guy so obviously and aggressively walking the fine line between confident and vain, but the way his pout deepened before twisting into a smile was too cute.

“Fine, twist my arm why don’t you?” Jason rolled his eyes good-naturedly and settled against Akira before looking up into the camera. Halfway through the burst of pictures Akira took, Jason exacted his revenge and pressed a kiss to that sensitive spot he’d ghosted his breath over a moment ago. Thankfully the camera didn’t pick up the deeply embarrassing yelp that particular move elicited from Akira, but there was no hiding the way the phone suddenly jerked in his hand halfway through the dozen or so pictures, or the way his face had gone completely scarlet in all of them from that point onward. It was his turn to pout as he swiped through his camera roll and deleted the blurriest ones. “Ooh, definitely send me that one. And those two.” Ono instructed with his chin hooked over Akira’s shoulder. Naturally the guy wanted the pictures with the worst of Akira’s tomato face, but at least the rest he requested were nice. Maybe Akira wouldn’t be spending the rest of the night too mortified.

The incoming text notification that dropped from the top of his screen said otherwise. Goddammit.

“Oh man, the timing on that’s almost spooky. Hell of a coincidence.” Jason laughed as the preview of Futaba’s ‘who the heck is that guy???’ disappeared into the notifications bar. Akira groaned.

“Not a coincidence.”

[inkbloodpaperandbone]

A Proper Apology

(I am honestly really happy that Abby gets her happy ending but she should have actually apologized properly. I hope it doesn't come across as Abby being a horrible person because she's not. But sometimes nice people whether they mean to or not do shitty things that hurt people. So I wrote this instead of sleeping. lol. If you like this please reblog.)

Tagging @datleggy

After leaving Buck at the park Abby felt out of sorts.

It had gone well, she'd thanked him for rescuing her fiancé, Sam, she'd explained why she'd let her and Buck's relationship and he'd told Abby that he was happy for her. So why did she feel so off?

Maybe it was because despite being back in L.A she hadn't considered to contact Carla.

Yes that was it. It would be nice to see her old friend, Abby couldn't remember the last time they'd actually spoken.

Mind made up, Abby scrolled down the contact list on her phone in search of Carla's number and physically blanched at the date of the last message.

Abby hadn't realised it had been so long.

Abby quickly sent of a text, asking if Carla was busy and if not would she like to meet up at that cafe they used to go to before Abby had left.

Fifteen minutes later Carla replied, saying she was surprised to hear Abby was in LA and yes it would be nice to meet up today but that the café Abby had suggested had shut down ages ago but that there was a nice enough one that Carla now visited and the instructions to get there.

Abby smiled and quickly phoned Sam to tell him she'd be a little while longer and that she loved him.

The café turned out not to be to far from where Abby and Sam where staying so she decided to walk. After all Abby had lived in LA for years, surely it had changed all that much on the time she was aboard.

Seeing Carla face to face for the first time in nearly three years was almost strange. But at least it was nowhere near as shocking as seeing Buck at the train wreckage a couple of days prior.

Carla was sitting at a table outside and waved Abby over when she spotted her long absentee friend.

Reaching the table Abby smiled brightly and readily accepted the hug Carla offered.

"I've missed you."

Carla pulled away, "I missed you too."

They sat and a waiter scurried over to take their orders.

Carla ordered a mocha capachino, Abby a white coffee.

"So, what are you doing back in LA. I have to say it was a surprise."

Carla smiled but her words sounded kinda, Abby wasn't sure, sad maybe.

"Well my fiance and I where -"

"Wait you're engaged? Since when?"

Abby frowned, she'd posted about the engagement on her Facebook page months ago.

She told Carla as much.

"Abby sweetie we're not friends on have Facebook anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I guess I should have called."

Carla waves a hand dismissively.

"So you where telling me about being back in LA."

Abby nodded and began explaining about the train derailment and how she and Sam where staying at a hotel for the moment.

Oh honey I'm so glad you're okay. I can't believe it, I heard about it on the news. That must have been terrifying."

"It was so scary. And I lost Sam for awhile and I had no way of knowing if he was alive and then Buck showed up and that was so strange but he helped save Sam and we're good.

"You're good, you and Buck? After everything?" Carla sounded surprised.

"Well I spoke to him earlier today."

"And how was that?"

Abby sighed she hadn't really wanted to talk about Buck.

"Well I told him about Sam and his kids and how while I was traveling I realized that if I came back to LA I was just going to go back to being the Abby that was always looking after everyone else but me and that I didn't want to lose myself again to that. So I decided not to come back."

Carla leaned back on her chair, her usually bright and friendly faced closed off.

"That's it?"

"What do you mean?" Abby recoiled at Carla's tone.

"Abby that boy waited for you for months, he looked after your apartment, all your things, even your mail and you just stopped talking to him. Honey, he came to me near tears wondering if he should give up on you or not."

Carla took a large sip of her drink.

"Please tell me you at least apologized."

"I, I explained. I -" Abby stutters.

"Explained what? That you didn't want to face up to the fact you didnt want a relationship with him anymore."

Carla shook her head in disbelief. She stood up and motions for a waiter to come to take her bill.

"Abby you ghosted him and it broke his heart. He deserves a proper apology. I'm happy for you Abby I am but I love that boy too and he's been through far to much this past year not to get the closure he needs from you."

Carla quickly pays for her drink, tells Abby to try and stay in touch and gives her another tight hug before leaving.

A lump settles in Abby's throat that doesn't go away even when she gets back to the hotel.

Sam smiles up at her from where he's sitting on the bed. The girls are in the room attached to theirs, the TV playing loudly.

Sam's face is bruised and scratched but he's alive and whole and Abby is grateful to Buck for once again being there when she needed him.

Sitting down next to her fiancé Sam asks how her afternoon went and Abby tells him about meeting Buck and then Carla. And how uneasy it had made her feel.

Sam smile drops and he take her hand between his own.

"I think your friend Carla is right. I didn't realize that was how you'd broken up with you last boyfriend. To be honest that's a pretty shitty thing to do."

He wiped away the tears that spill from Abby's eyes at his admission.

Hey, I'm not mad. And from what you've told me this Buck guy has been very understanding. But Abby I don't want you to regret never making things right between you." Sam wraps his arms around her and Abby cries into his shoulder.

That night Abby lies awake and goes over the memories of her and Buck's relationship of the conversation and how hurt Buck had been over the way she'd spoken to him. She thought over and over about what she had said and after talking with Carla Abby's excuse of being worried about losing herself to Buck sounded hollow and almost cruel.

Buck was the one who hadn't run away when he'd found out about Abby's mom, unlike Tommy. He'd been patient and understanding whenever Abby had to cancel or cut dates short. He had shied away from offering help when Abby's mom had a bad day.

She'd even told him the night she decided to leave to Ireland that Buck was the person who had helped her to start to find herself when she'd been drowing in her life as a first responder and carer to a dying mother.

He'd made her feel special and important and Abby had just thrown it all back in his face.

The realisation of this sits like lead in her stomach. Abby turns to look at Sam and watches the man she loves sleep. A man who would most likely be dead if Buck hadn't risked his life to save.

Abby knows that Sam and Carla were right, she needed to truly make amends with Buck.

Early the next morning Abby walks to the 118 firehouse and uses the time to thing over what she needs to say. The station doesn't look any different from the last time she'd been here, but so much has changed.

As she waits several cars pull up and when she looks up she sees Buck walking towards the station entrance bumping shoulders with another man. As they get close Abby recognises him as the firefighter she'd first spoken to the night of the accident.

"Abby?"

She shuffles her feet, " Hi buck."

The other firefighter claps Buck on the shoulder

"I'll tell cap you'll be a minute."

Bucks smiles after him as he walks away "Thanks Eddie."

Abby watches Eddie leave before turning back to Buck, she tries to smile but it comes out as an awkward grimace.

"Buck I," she paused, "I'm so sorry. Yesterday I should have apologized for how I treated you instead of making excuses I see that now. And I apologize for ghosting you, for leading you on when I knew I was never going to come back to you. It was wrong and I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I truly am. And maybe one day we could be friends again."

Buck sighs deeply, he curls into himself slightly and the change in posture makes him look oddly small.

"Abby I told you that I'm happy for you. And I meant it, I'm happy you've found a family and someone to love. And part of me I would like to be your friend." Buck tells her, voice quiet but sincere.

He shakes his head and straightens up. Standing tall Buck smiles that brilliant smile that still makes Abby swoon a little inside.

"But you know what Abby? You took me for granted and yesterday made me realize just how much. I loved you and I waited for you. But eventually I was done being your ghost and I've moved on too. And I'm happy without you. I've got a job that I love and I have a family full of amazing people who love me and I'm happy."

Buck's eyes a red and wet with tears and Abby can feel herself crying as well.

For a moment they stand face to face like they had done before Abby walked into the airport for her flight to Dublin so long ago.

Then Buck looks over his shoulder into the station and back again. He wiped a hand over his face and shrugs.

"I better go, my shift's already started."

It's a pretty clear dismissal and one Abby takes without complaint.

"Goodbye Abby Clark."

"Goodbye Evan Buckley."

And with that he heads inside without a backwards glance.

Several months later a week before Christmas Abby gets a card in the mail.

On the front is a picture of Buck and his friend Eddie, between them is a little boy with curly hair and bright blue glasses. Buck has a hand on the boys shoulder, a ring on his finger.

Inside (with large wobbly letters that have clearly written by a child) the card reads, 'Merry Christmas from the Buckley-Diaz family!'

And underneath in much smaller writing,is a mobile number that despite everything Abby never deleted and a single worded question, 'friends?'

[undressjess]

Here is my friend Joseph/Jocephus. Late two nights back a friend contacted me to ask what was going on with him & said he may have died. I freaked out & sent Jo a message to see if he was okay. He always replied quickly. While waiting for a reply I googled to see if anything was posted about a car accident in his city & unfortunately found a statement that Billy Corgan had made just two hours prior that he had passed suddenly & another article said it may have been a stroke or aneurysm. He obviously didn’t reply. I was in shock. Joseph was a wrestler for the NWA but I didn’t know him from that. I met him on set for a movie we both appear in (coming out in the future) called #debbiedoesdemons. We clicked & became friends right away. He was weird in all the best ways & super smart. He was a college professor!!! That’s like the coolest job ever. We were supposed to film for #bigfootexorcist in less than a month from now. I was so excited to see him in real life again finally. I’m so sad that that day will never come. I feel so bad for his son who he loved sooooo daaaaang muuuuch. He would do anything for him. I can’t imagine what he’s going through right now. I also know he was super close with one of his brothers (who he wrote scripts with) & mother. I’m sure they’re suffering beyond compare. Hold on to your people. This kind of thing can happen to anyone at anytime. This hits extra hard because he was a true friend of mine & he inspired me in more ways than I can count. I hope he’s right about the afterlife, cause he definitely deserves to experience paradise for the rest of eternity. I’d love to tag Jo in this post but he was not a huge fan of social media & chose to only maintain a fb account, of which he was always ready to delete. I always poked fun at him for his distain for social media but in all reality I respected him for his need for privacy. He was definitely one of a kind. Sending my love to his mother, three brothers & his beloved son today, with all my might. May they all find peace in all of us who loved him so. #jocephus #thedreamboat https://www.instagram.com/p/CLxCwUYFZeP/?igshid=1sk81faq263c

[disastrousjest]

Confessions of 2020..

(tw: covid mention, mental health mention)

I wanted to post a little something that might put out some insight for my followers, friends, mutuals alike. With the recent battle I had with some personal blogs attacking me over some posts I made because of the images, regardless of the purpose of the post. I just wanted to let everyone aware of why that sent me over the edge and why I handled it the way I did. Please note: I will not be apologizing for what I said, I do feel as though those that tried to reach out to me did not realize the purpose of the post. And while I understand now I should just tag things like that differently, I will not be apologizing for stating the fact that this is a rp  blog and I do not appreciate personal blogs attacking me over something like that. That being said, I will not be bullied off tumblr or this account. Because I love JJBA and Joseph Joestar. So for future reference, if you don’t like my content, unfollow it. Don’t bother sending me nasty remarks because I do not have the time for those types of things.  But I wanted to open the doorway to some insight for you all who have been paying attention or who just might care to know why I came off so incredibly outraged by that little bit. Because to me it was just the topping of a whole bunch of bullshit as is 2020.  This whole shithole of a year began in March. I got promoted at work to salary. That’s 35k a year my friends and that’s a hell of an upgrade for someone who barely makes a living wage right now and came from a working poor family. I really thought my life was gonna turn around. For once my fiance and I wouldn’t have to struggle so hard and we could afford to do everything we talked about doing. Well guess what--2 weeks after the announcement of my promotion my work place shut down because of Covid-19. Nothing new, lots of people and places were shut down. So fine, it pushed back my transfer and such. That wasn’t a big deal.  Enter June 2020. We re-open and my manager calls me into his office to talk to him about said mentioned promotion. They are suspending it, means it could be pushed back until we could lift the restrictions. Understandably so, I would just have to keep my old position, an hourly one, until they were called back. Now the months pass, June becomes July and enter August.  I find out about a week before the company announces it at the start of August, the position I was promoted to has been eliminated indefinitely. There is a chance they could come back, but right now they have no idea when or if that’ll happen. Which means that whole part of my department no longer exists at my place of work. I mean it’s a good thing I had my hourly position to fall back into or I’d lost my job. But that salary raise? Gone. 

Rewind back to July. I get very very VERY sick. And have to test for covid-19 the first time. Only because I am so sick and have a roommate with asthma I have to quarantine myself for 14 days. So 14 days I am locked in my bedroom alone, sleeping alone after 3 years of being with someone in bed. My meals are being left at the door for me and the only room I am allowed to enter is the bathroom, but only after it has been sanitized. Only for my results to come back negative. And now... we enter September 2020. Two major things started in September. The first, our old, senior dog became very ill. Started losing weight, wasn’t eating, losing hair, etc. So we knew his time was coming soon enough. Mid-September, I wake up one morning while our dog is dying mind you, and I cannot move my body from the waist down. Every time I tried, I’m greeted with a shot of pain straight up my spine that feels something like a hot poker being stabbed right through my spinal cord. Very very painful. I end up bed-ridden for a day or two because I cannot move. So once the pain subsides, I go see a chiropractor. Shocking (not really) announcement that my sway back--to which I was diagnosed with 10 years prior from a bad car accident--has gotten worse. What does  that mean exactly? Well--my spine bends in like a S for those who don’t know, which means my lower back dips inward deeper inside my body and my tail bone curves out. Now along that dip there are 3 or 4 vertebrae that are especially messed up. The bones have become staggered out of place on top of one another, just from the muscles pulling the bones out of shape since my spine doesn’t flex the way it’s supposed to anymore. (And it hasn’t for years). The pain before this was tolerable, it would ache from time to time but never like this. Now I am crippled more or less.  Here’s what that means: my mobility became extremely limited. At first in the am when I woke up I couldn’t move from the waist down for the first hour or two after I woke up. Then when I was finally able to move, I had to use my forearms to literally drag my lower body upright (still painful). Once I was able to manage that, I had to gage how strong my legs were to support my weight. And at first walking wasn’t terrible, but as the treatments began--doctor appointments, spinal adjustments, and physical therapy--to correct my spinal issue, nerve damage became clear. So now on top of this horrible pain, I had to deal with weak legs. Because of nerve damage, my right leg especially became weak. On days my back would hurt especially bad, my right knee would collapse out from under me. Which meant falling to the ground and not being able to stand up or walk for sometime there after.  Now imagine dealing with not being able to support your own body, not being able to hardly walk and your dog dying at the same time. So while I”m trying not to focus on the fact that my mobility is limiting me on what I can and can’t do, my fiance is upset about this. Our dog (then weighed about 100 or more pounds) could no longer walk either. His back legs and hips were giving out as his health declined. I did not have the strength in my own legs to help carry him because his weight hurt me too much and would cause me to collapse. I had to watch my fiance struggle with this practically all by herself while I sat on the floor, only able to use my arms to help with what I could because my legs and back were too weak to do the work.  This carried on into October. Our dog passes away and that alone is hard for me. I still kind of wonder if I wasn’t so weak when he got sick if I could have helped prolong his life just a little longer. I couldn’t hardly look at him when he passed and I couldn’t look at anyone else. I was very angry that my legs and back had failed me. They had failed everyone. So yes, that weight still lingers over me. It was so bad that when it came time to take turns digging his grave, I struggled with the shovel. Because I couldn’t stand up or be bent over to move the dirt, I got on my hands and knees and I took that shovel in my hands and used my arms and shoulders to dig. I wasn’t going to continue to be useless because of my limited mobility. I felt I already let him down and everyone else by not being able to help take care of him while he was still alive and sick. This was the least I could do.  November comes. Things are calm now, for a while. Not bad. I finally get some braces to help with my back issues (which still continue). I keep on with my physical therapy, trying to heal and help my fiance through her mourning over the dog. My mobility slowly begins to improve, though the doctor informs me it will be a very slow process. Small steps he says. But he is still confident he can fix my spine without back surgery so I can walk again, like a regular person. The limit I am able to stand and walk increases with the help of my braces and I begin taking herbal supplements and drinking herbal teas to increase the rate of my recovery. It seems to be working better than over the counter medication. The rest of 2020 seems promising.  Here comes December. On the night my fiance and I decide to go out on a date to celebrate our 5 years together. I get a phone call from work. One of my co-workers tested positive for Covid-19 and I was exposed. I am now suspended from work without pay until my test results come back negative. A real mood killer for the night. It gets better, we get home and despite the dinner being pretty somber the rest of the night seems fine. We watch movies and spend time together, finish wrapping gifts for Christmas. Then we realize the cat is missing. He’s been missing all day and all night. Nobody has seen him.  Two days prior, I had taken my cat to the vet because he was sick. Again, weight loss, losing hair, etc. I was worried he may be sick. Well it’s cold outside and here it’s been snowing so it’s very cold. I set something of mine outside and a literbox for smell. And then a plate of food. ....that was almost 4 days ago. There’s been not a sign of him. I called the county shelter and they didn’t have him. My fiance suggests he was sick so... maybe he got out of the house and went somewhere to die. My gut tells me he’s not coming back. And my heart is breaking, again. Again. I am wondering if I did something wrong. If I would have kept a better eye on him, I knew he wasn’t  feeling right. I somehow feel like I let him down.  And  then I logged into tumblr and saw those comments. Those asks people were sending about the damn images I posted for the 12 days to Christmas. And they just kept coming. I deleted the other ones, I stopped replying to them and finally just deleted the post. The Christmas spirit had been sucked out of me. I feel as though the world has began to mock me for believing the year could get better back in November. I know one thing, the holiday won’t be as bright this year. Not for me. I hope everyone stays safe and has a good holiday. Maybe 2021 will be more promising, but I”m not banking on it. Not anymore. Thanks for reading.  I hope you all understand now why I have been so slow with my replies lately. As my mood goes up and down because I have been struggling with the weight of all this and depression, just trying to hang on from losing hope that for one I will be able to walk again normally and then just the loss of my animals... everything. I can’t write and I refuse to send bad quality responses and starters for you all. I hope this puts some insight  on why I was so horribly upset the other day.   So thank you to all my friends and everyone who has been so patient with me on all my blogs. Jotaro (dmgdstar) and Johnny (rotatingstar) and this one of course. I will be catching up to everything very soon. I’ve already made a good dent in them.  Your patience is always appreciated. 

[digressfromreality]

The Future Is Upon Us

All For One asked for a favor that only this villain can provide for his successor. 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6...Part 8

PART SEVEN

“Fucking gag on it.” He shuddered, feeling her clench and struggle when he was buried deep into her mouth, thrusting hard against her throat.

He rocked back harshly, holding her still until everything was spent. “Drink every last drop, princess.”

She wheezed, when he allowed her to collapse. Panting, she stared up at Tomura with such lustful eyes. Perhaps he could return the favor, he had some time before Kurogiri would be back with Mira.

He yanked her from the floor to have her sit on his lap, he could feel her arousal slipping down her thighs. He hadn’t even touch her yet and she was this excited?

“Persuasion,” he tested her name as she made quick work of unzipping his hoodie. “Why were those heroes questioning you?”

With a whiny grunt of annoyance, she replied, “Are you stalking me now?”

He growled, particularly ticked with her snappish response. He had concerns of what the heroes knew by targeting her. “Becoming a mother did little for your compliance.”

She paused her aggressive pawing to lean from him, she threw her slip off in one swoop. His eyes rightfully taking in her nude skin, while she batted her own. “Compliant enough for you?”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, although the distraction had been welcomed, Tomura was not going to let go of the subject. “To ask me about your barber, of course.” She anticipated getting toss from his lap but he released an irritated growl instead.

She held his face between her palms, trying to soothe him with the tender caress of her fingers. “They were interested in the league, and my relationship with it. If only, Eraserhead could see me now, snuggling with its leader after he face fucked me.”

“Such lewd language, you nasty slut.” He sounded annoyed, but his face glowed with pride. He was the one to reduce this beautiful villainess into a simpering mess. Cooing left and right for scrap of his attention. She’d do anything if he asked for it, her loyalty was unwavering. “Persuasion?”

“Yes Tomura?” He gulped, her tone was low and sweet.

“I need a favor.”

——

It had been strange that Tomura asked her to make appearances with all of her clients. It would take at least several days to a week to fit them all in her schedule. Perhaps he wanted to test the strength of her network, now that they didn’t have master to rely on.

She knew, this organization, whether it was dying or not, was one to keep friendly terms with.

“Overhaul, sir. There is some woman waiting on the doorstep.” Kai’s eyes narrowed, few knew the compound’s street entrance, let alone would make it to the front doorway.

And even fewer women would have the moxy to enter the lion’s den, “what is she wearing?”

Mimic turned toward the hallway shouting, “you heard him, what is she wearing!”

“Something red?” The subordinate answered uncertain. Overhaul pinched the skin between his eyes, an impending headache coming. The woman was a dirty and vulgar, but she did have valuable connections. He couldn’t ignore that, “Take her to the drawing room.”

Persuasion’s brows quirked upward in surprise, had the Yazuka taken a liking to birds? Or some kind of dread doctors? “Is the boss around?”

Without a word, they gestured her to follow. Which was off putting, but she could overtake them if needed.

She sighed, sitting on the sofa they directed her to. The creepy one, Chisaki or whatever must have taken over as acting boss. Something about his germophobia and intense mannerisms made her skin crawl. She had heavily avoided being left alone with him in prior meetings for those reasons. Besides his quirk was insanely powerful.

“I have been out of the game for a bit, and I see things have changed. I wanted to reach out to my contacts and see if I could be any service.” She batted her lashes, while folding over legs. Not that she was trying to appease them with her looks, but it didn’t hurt to flaunt what she had.

“We don’t need anything from the likes of you,” Mimic shouted, she raised a questioning brow at the mini bird.

“Is that from a place of insecurity, because of all the handsome men in the room?” She winked at Overhaul, “everyone who is a subordinate, remove your mask.”

Overhaul sighed in frustration, this woman had the indecency to—he didn’t understand the appeal of tolerating her games.

“You have some handsome followers,” she recognized, Hari and Nemoto. What surprised her the most was the giant head peeking out of the tiny body? What was going on with that?

“I don’t miss your mischief, Persuasion. Frankly, I’d appreciate you not...amusing yourself while inside our facility.”

She pouted, still seeming playful, although uncomfortable, “fine. You were always to the point.” She pulled out a flash drive and plugged it into her phone, pulling records from late last year. “Last year, I have orders for custom hardware. Also noted, wanting information about proxy dealers outside of Yazuka turf willing to sell quirk enhancers.” She looked back at Chisaki, whose face was still chillingly blank.

“No longer needed.” She nodded, tapping away a note on her phone.

“Is there anything you are in need of? I specialize in a variety industries. Nothing you want should shock me, so don’t be afraid to ask. Worst I’ll say is no.”

The little guy had stepped up to Persuasion rather flustered once again, “you watch your words missy. The tone of your voice commands a lack of respect toward our leader. It appears you understand little of—“

“Mimic, she understands.” Persuasion gnawed at her bottom lip trying not to sneer, these assholes acted so arrogant. She was a former ally, not a meathead capo who needed to be disciplined. “At the moment, we have no need for your services.”

She sighed, tapping one final note. A bust but at least she knew she wouldn’t have to come to this creepy clubhouse anytime soon. “Well that’s disappointing, but I have other clients I can prioritize instead.”

She began shuffling her coat back over her shoulders, and stuffing her phone into her pocket. Almost causally Overhaul spoke up again, “What of your other clients? I assume after All For One’s incarceration your business took a huge hit.” 

She paused, her gaze catching his own. “My…my Overhaul,” she winked at him, followed by a devious grin, “it’s bad for business to kiss and tell.”

“It sounds like you want information.” She held up two fingers to emphasize her point, “one, I don’t usually give something up for free, and two, some information is not for sale.” He chuckled.

“Does the same apply for your lovers?” She giggled, Chisaki was hinting at something. Perhaps he knew, or perhaps he was fishing, so she would sidestep either way.

She sauntered toward him, close enough to lean but not touch, “pillow talk? Not even then, but,” her voice lowered, trying to sound sultry, “you can be my lover anytime. Just need to cross a few other names off my list first.”

“Disgusting.” He muttered, he waved his hand toward the door, “Get out.” She blew him a kiss, strutting out of the room with a pair of his cronies on her tail.

---

She snapped a picture before he could even protest about it. Tomura was sitting on the couch intently playing something on a console, while he had basically tied Mira with his hoodie to stay sitting on his lap. Her baby, whose eyes were previously glued to the television started cooing and grabbing for her.

Tomura grunted, pausing the game, letting her scoop up Mira from him. “Delete that picture.” She shook her head plopping down on the couch beside him. It had been a long week without him or Mira. But seeing him wearing cut out gloves made her heart melt, Tomura hardly ever took precautions with his quirk. If something was destroyed on accident, apparently it wasn’t worth keeping. Mira was important to him.

“Is it just you two?” She played with Mira’s hands, making her laugh. She really missed this.

“Kurogiri’s busy.” Tomura grumbled, “Did you meet with any Yazuka?”

She paused, seeing the ends of his chapped lips curl. He was smirking.

She leaned back on the couch, still playing with Mira.

“You are stalking me. I don’t know if I should be flattered, or frustrated with my lack of privacy.” He leaned in close, taking one of Mira’s hands from her grasp. His smirk ever increasing.

“It’s only fair to know what you’re getting into Persuasion. You’re always on my mind.”

[doberbutts]

can you talk about your experiences as a poc in the dog world? do you think you've been treated differently?

The sender of this ask messaged me privately to explain what they meant, which was a little different than how I took it, so I’ll answer both;

How I took the question:

In completely honesty, either because I’m already fairly choosey about the people I willingly spend my time around or because I’ve been fairly lucky... or both, existing as a PoC in the dog world hasn’t been overly hard for me on a surface level. Basically what that means is that I’ve yet to be denied a dog, access to training or an event, mentorships, whatever due to my race(s) as a factor. Additionally, in person, there’s very little outward aggression and surprisingly little microaggression happening within earshot or to my face. I’m not saying things are or are not said behind closed doors- I’ll never know. But when it comes to face-to-face interactions, since the crowd I run with is already fairly socially aware, racially charged problems have been relatively minimal. Once again, I’m very choosey on who I choose to interact with on a regular basis, so definitely do not take this as me saying doberman people or IGP people or service dog people or whatever are all living in liberal woke paradise because that is definitely the furthest thing from the truth. I just don’t interact with those people on purpose, and keep whatever I have to do with them fairly minimal.

However... online is very different. I remember at one point I had made a negative comment on a political thread, on a forum where most people (myself included) only show photos of their dogs, not themselves or any other identifying information. I was given a long spiel about them blacks and back in my day and we used to call em negros but now that’s offensive I guess in reply, to which I simply responded saying that I was black and perhaps if the user had known that they wouldn’t have responded that way. The user then switched gears, said something about my inability to handle a working dog (note: Creed had been home with me all of a single week and I had not once complained about anything to do with him) and hoping to see me fail so they could laugh in my face... and I found out later went so far as to email both my breeder and the owner of the sire to tell them to repo my dog because they’d clearly made a mistake placing him with me. This was very eye-opening for me because prior to that exchange, that user and I had known we were on different political sides but had been fairly cordial with each other regardless.

Most people who’ve been around this blog since the beginning will remember the time I was called a card-carrying member of the KKK because I had a slave, my service dog Creed. Many will remember various interactions where my race has been used against me in an argument that had nothing to do with race. And I delete almost all of the racially insensitive to outright inflammatory asks I get on a daily basis from trolls and known problem-starters. So I can’t say everything is golden in my experience, but I would say that the anonymous nature of the internet emboldens those who would otherwise keep their racism to themselves.

And, of course, the very fact that I have to navigate life in such a way that I have to carefully curate my experience or else risk someone spewing shit out of the wrong hole, but that is less a “dog world” thing and more a “life as a PoC” thing.

How they meant it: regarding the problem of high euthanasia rates in the south-eastern US and the phenomenon of PoC commonly being afraid of dogs, as well as possible socioeconomic issues

Being that I don’t live in the South and also refuse to for a wide myriad of reasons, Maryland was close enough and it was hell tyvm, I can only answer some of this issue.

First- the assumption that it’s mostly a socioeconomic issue is absolutely there. The south-eastern US is populated mostly by farmers and the descendants of the people who worked the land in the past. Loose, roaming dogs are a common thing there, as are dogs kept intact due to either lack of funds (also why heartworm and rabies continues to be a problem) or the lucrative ability to simply make more dogs for cheap instead of going out and buying one (also where the densest overpopulation and highest euthanasia happens in this country). Add on to that the fact that to many people, dogs are a tool for a job and not a living breathing animal that actually needs care or fall under this pervasive idea that they must live out all of their natural instincts including roaming freely, breeding indiscriminately, and hunting/killing whatever’s in their path, and you have a recipe for a lot of unwanted dogs and not a lot of places to put them.

Second- I wouldn’t say that PoC being afraid of dogs is necessarily tied to high euthanasia rates in the South. Many Southern PoC have dogs, of all shapes and sizes. Many Southern PoC also fall into that socioeconomic niche in the above paragraph. I would say high euth rates are more tied to a lack of funding (you can thank governments for that), a lack of willing adopters (which is cheaper- finding a litter of puppies on the side of the road and taking one home, or paying 50-400$ for a dog at a shelter), way too many dogs being taken in vs actual space to put them (and low cost clinics only solve the "funds for neuter” problem, not the "hey I can make 8 free dogs in only 2 months and maybe sell the ones I don’t want for some extra money” problem), and broad-brush breed restrictions (even in areas without BSL, if you’re poor you might not own your own property, which means you’re renting, which is harder to do with pit bulls and far easier to do with yorkies).

Then you add the non-dog-related problems these people face (of course exacerbated for PoC)- if they can’t feed themselves, if they can’t afford their own doctors, if they can’t afford housing, if their car breaks down... all of these things cost money, and if you’re operating on limited funds, you have to make a hard choice between yourself, your family, and your dog. The dog frequently loses. Note that the highest intake and euth rates happen in already very poor communities in the South, and the more wealthy the area, the less of a problem this is. This is not accidental. I have personally gone hungry to make sure the dogs are fed and vetted when I was at my poorest. Not everyone can make that choice. There’s this hope that if you give the dog up, the shelter will find someone who will take care of it better. Things don’t always work out that way.

Then you have your regular irresponsible dog owners- the people who’s dogs are untrained, aggressive, heartworm positive, on their 8th litter, constantly loose, etc. (obviously I have no problem with accidents, responsible management of aggressive and intact dogs, ethical breeding, etc) These people exist everywhere- proof of that is that I’m in New England, in a fairly wealthy area, and I still adopted a Chihuahua from someone who couldn’t afford/be bothered to feed, vet, or care for their animal. However, in my area, loose roaming dogs are very minimal. Even in our poorest nearby cities, the ACOs find maybe 5-10 dogs per week and most are adopted out the second their stray hold and health checks are up. Someone’s irresponsible with their animals and causes a problem that rescues need to clean up? There’s plenty of space for them. Compare that to an area that gets 50 loose dogs in per day and then try to add more dogs from these irresponsible owners. You run out of space, eventually. This is where the 3-day turnaround and dogs that get euthed the second they come in the door is most common, because they frankly don’t have enough room to spare.

I talk a little about the phenomenon of PoC (predominantly black PoC) being afraid of dogs here. Personally, I don’t think it’s connected, but I could be wrong.

[nivalvixen]

Selfie (memories)

Also on AO3

...

To say that Crowley invented the selfie is a lie. It's not even a stretch of the truth or a little white lie or any other sort of twisted truth. In fact, Aziraphale invented selfies by accident, as is often the way with Aziraphale. It came about because of food, as is always the way with Aziraphale. (Crowley did invent the selfie stick, though, so that's just as good in his books. Or bad, depending whose books you're reading.)

 Aziraphale had been fascinated by photography since the camera was first invented, though not as fascinated as his books, of course. The camera was still something he appreciated, the idea to capture a moment in time and keep it forever, to remember it again even when the moment or memory itself was long gone. The reason Aziraphale had created the selfie was to send a photo of himself with his plate of crepes to Crowley, who was the only other being on Earth who would have understood the joke.

 (Crowley hadn't wanted to twist the precious thing Aziraphale had shared with him, but Hastur had tempted three priests and Ligur had tempted an actual archbishop, so Crowley had needed something big. He still felt his stomach twist anytime someone reminded him of the selfie and his hand in it. His stomach doesn't twist when it's about the selfie stick, which he really doesn't get enough credit for.)

Aziraphale often wished he had had a camera during the last six thousand years, even if there were parts he hadn't truly enjoyed and would prefer to forget, there were also moments that made him smile and his chest ache. He didn't have a human heart, of course, but his body was made up of his soul and for some reason, his chest always seemed to have an ache when he thought of the tender moments, the unexpected moments, the smack-in-his-face realisation as a bomb was dropping on them in a church with Crowley standing there - almost dancing, in fact - and announcing it would take a miracle to save them both. Aziraphale had done it and saved them, but Crowley had saved his books. His soul aches at the memory and Aziraphale knows a camera would never be able to capture that moment. Still, he'd like to think it would try its best, just like humans always did.

 A hundred and eighty-ish years after the invention of the selfie, and a few weeks after the Almost Apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale stopped outside of the bookshop for one of their reminiscing nights, both planning on talking about the last six thousand years without saying anything too important or revealing, and getting absolutely drunk on Aziraphale's good wine. They'd been celebrating nearly every night since the Almost Apocalypse and had no plans to stop.

 Before Aziraphale could get out of the Bentley, Crowley handed him an iPhone, saying they needed it to communicate with each other if they weren't home, and promptly got out without waiting for a response. Aziraphale, who had thought his telephone was already quite good - he was the reason Crowley still had an antique answering machine, though Aziraphale didn't know that - took a moment to navigate through the human device. It was similar to the phone Michael had, but also severely lacking in so many ways, and thus it was far too awkward to navigate without prior knowledge or an instruction manual.

 Or perhaps there could be an instruction book, he mused, though doubted it would be one of his prized possessions like his first edition signed prophecy books and bibles.

 A surprised shout from inside the Bentley had Crowley opening the door immediately to check on Aziraphale, who was sitting there wide-eyed and a little pale.

 "I apologise. I accidentally turned the camera on and I saw myself. I didn't expect it. Or my chins," Aziraphale muttered, stroking his chin curiously and thinking about Gabriel's comment about needing to lose his gut.

 "Your chin is fine, angel. Would you get out of the car now? I don't want your smell to take over the new car smell," Crowley said with a glare.

 "You've had the car for seventy years, Crowley; the new car smell doesn't exist in here anymore," Aziraphale said, sniffing and frowning.

 "It had better," Crowley growled.

 Somewhere in London, deep in the bowels of his apartment, Crowley's houseplants shuddered.

 "Well, I suppose you're right - "

 Crowley frowned as he saw Aziraphale stroke his chin once more. The front-facing camera was obviously his idea; who knew humans would do with something like that, especially after they ruined the normal back-facing cameras with dick pics? He sure as Heaven didn't know what they would do and that was why Crowley had a love-hate relationship with all of humanity. Humanity's imagination surpassed his own and they could leave him slack-jawed at the things they thought of or did as a result, sometimes both good and bad ways.

 He had thought the same about Warlock when he'd been his sort-of godfather, and wondered if this was the way all godfathers felt about all of their godchildren: amazed and awed and wanting to strangle the brats for being so bloody stupid when they had the potential to be so damn smart.

  Dick pics, really, humanity?! That's what you're using your big brains for?! Not as big as dolphins or whales, of course, but bigger than a gnat or the average Hell-shrunk demon, and that's what you think of?!

 Crowley snarled, shook his head, and sat in the driver's seat once more, closing the Bentley's door behind him. "What did you do, angel?"

 "Hmm?"

 "The camera," Crowley prompted, sternly telling himself that he wasn't endeared by Aziraphale's absent-minded expression and that soft little smile he had sometimes.

 For God's, the Devil's, someone's sake, he was going soft.

 Aziraphale was surprised by the request but did as Crowley asked and took the photo this time, showing it to him.

 Crowley grinned at the sight of Aziraphale's face caught on the phone screen and fiddled with a few buttons to send the photo to himself, deleting the sent message so Aziraphale wouldn't know.

 "Oh, don't laugh at me. You know I hate it when you mock me," Aziraphale said, his mouth turning to a pouting frowning thing that Crowley also had a love-hate relationship with.

 "You love me," Crowley replied, grinning wickedly.

 Aziraphale gaped and looked ready to protest, but took the phone from Crowley and got out of the Bentley without a response. Crowley followed Aziraphale across to his bookshop, a little surprised to see Aziraphale pointing the phone at himself and frowning at each result. Rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses, Crowley opened the door and walked in, grabbing the phone out of the angel's hand as Aziraphale muttered about miracles.

 "You're doing it wrong, angel. You don't need a miracle, you need a longer reach," Crowley murmured, holding the phone up, snapping a photo of the two of them together and throwing the phone back to Aziraphale, who caught it with a slight fumble.

 "I don't need a longer - oh, well. That's not bad, now is it?" Aziraphale said, smiling brightly and looking far too similar to the first sunrise Crowley had seen.

 The first sunrise Crowley had seen had been the first sunrise anyone had seen, of course. It was the first time light had existed and Crowley had snuck out of Heaven to have a look at God's work when he was meant to be meeting Lucifer and the other angels for what would probably have been an exceptionally boring discussion about stars or dinosaurs or something. There was something breathtaking about that first sunrise with its brilliant reds and soft pinks and mix of blues and purples and several other colours that humans would never be able to see, stardust still sparkling in the sky of Earth. Even Crowley, who hadn't needed to breathe as such, had felt breathless at the sight. He felt the same way every time Aziraphale smiled that soft smile at him and Crowley still didn't know what to do about it. He'd already saved the angel's books, hadn't he?

 "Angel, would you get the wine already?" Crowley asked with a sigh.

 Aziraphale realised with a start that he was being remiss in his duties as a host and hurried to get the bottles of wine he'd promised Crowley. Curious about the photo now that Aziraphale wasn't in the room, Crowley grabbed the phone and looked at the photo he'd taken. Aziraphale looked adorably flustered, Crowley scowling at the camera, and Crowley wondered how long it'd take humans to make something that could print photos from the phone.

 A small suggestion to a techie should do it, Crowley mused, even as he sent the photo to himself and deleted the evidence again.

 The background of Aziraphale's contact number would be fire - the warmest thing in Hell and providing nothing but comfort for a demon like him, even if he did saunter vaguely downwards rather than Fall - but the contact photo would be Aziraphale's flustered face and looking at Crowley.

 "You don't smile in your photos," Aziraphale said, almost admonishing as he returned with their alcohol.

 "Mmhmm," Crowley said, gesturing in a 'give me the alcohol already, angel' motion.

 Aziraphale raised an eyebrow and huffed a sigh, already pouring their drinks. "You should try being more patient, Crowley."

 "I tried it once. Worst ten seconds of my life. Well, except for the fourteenth century. That was definitely the worst. Fifth and sixth centuries tie for second; too damp," he muttered, accepting the glass and taking a long drink of wine. He looked at the bottle Aziraphale set down next to him, squinting at the label in approval.

 As planned, they proceeded to reminisce and celebrate and get very drunk.

 "It still surprises me that you were the Black Knight," Aziraphale said, shaking his head from where he was draped in his armchair awkwardly. "Before I knew that, I thought I could turn you to the light, you know."

 Crowley snorted. "Doesn't surprise me, angel. I thought I'd be able to tempt you over to my side before I knew," he admitted, drinking deeply.

 "We cancelled each other out, like you said," Aziraphale said, frowning. "Do you think we do that now? Cancel each other out?" he asked, blinking owlishly and drinking down the last of his bottle.

 It was only a small miracle that his glass refilled on its own, really.

 "Not what I meant, angel. I meant the... power thing," Crowley said, waving his bottle carefully - even drunk, he knew better than to spill wine on Aziraphale's books.

 "The power thing," Aziraphale echoed in agreement, nodding firmly. He glanced down at his stomach, a frown forming. "I don't have chins, you know."

 "Angel, honestly, I'll use a miracle to make you forget if I have to."

 "It doesn't work that way, Crawley. Crowley," Aziraphale corrected, frowning at himself.

 A few thousand years knowing Crowley as Crawley still hadn't cancelled out the other thousand years knowing Crawley as Crowley, it seemed.

 "I know, I know. But you're an angel, you don't have that human thing about doubt and self-pretty."

 "Self-pretty?"

 "Self-pity. Shut up, I'm drunk."

 "So'm I. I'm pretty, aren't I?" Aziraphale asked, innocent when drunk, just as he'd been in the beginning.

 "'Course you are, angel. Always have been, always will be."

 It was too close to a confession, too close to the truth, too important and definitely too revealing. Crowley hoped they could stay drunk a little longer so they'd forget he'd said anything.

 "So are you, Crowley. Like, like... like a camera."

 Even drunk, that didn't make sense.

 "What?"

 "A camera," Aziraphale repeated, more emphatically this time, though still not making any sense. "You know, keeping memories and, and... I'm still drunk, aren't I?"

 "Very drunk, angel."

 "Yes, I am an angel. You're a demon, but... you're still... I mean, just - " Aziraphale blinked owlishly.

 Crowley was either too drunk or not drunk enough for this. These nights weren't meant to be for important things, but this night was crossing a line from reminiscent into revealing. He wondered if being sober would be better, but couldn't bring himself to ask, waiting for Aziraphale to finish his sentence.

 "Cameras keep important things," Aziraphale said triumphantly.

 Crowley definitely wasn't drunk enough. Aziraphale, on the other hand, certainly was. His snores filled the bookshop in a way that his books never could. Crowley sighed, taking his sunglasses off and rubbing his eyes. Sobering them up took a small miracle and Aziraphale continued to sleep even as Crowley left the bookshop to return home.

 He had to water his plants anyway.

 ...

 The next morning, Crowley turned off his alarm and opened his bedroom curtains, sans sunglasses. He got up early to watch the sunrise every morning. While sleeping was something Crowley did with pride (and to the confusion of other demons), sleep was only the prelude to the morning sunrise. Watching the sun come up over the horizon, the sky filled with pinks and reds and blues and a few other colours no humans could see or describe, Crowley felt just as awed as he had that first time. Just as awed as he felt every time he saw Aziraphale smile.

 Fuck.

 Crowley wondered if there was any point in telling Aziraphale the truth. He didn't want to ruin their six-thousand-year friendship, after all, and he wasn't exactly subtle anyway. Surely Aziraphale had to know how Crowley felt? What if he did and he didn't feel the same way, but didn't want to lose his best friend, so hadn't said anything about it?

 The logic hurt Crowley's head as well as his chest, and he contemplated what he could do.

 He doubted he could stay away from Aziraphale. It was like Aziraphale was an angel-shaped magnet and Crowley was a burnt piece of metal, struggling not to go to him, but knowing there was nothing he could do to fight against the inevitable. Except, in this case, the magnet wanted nothing to do with him. The metal, the demon, whatever, both.

 Crowley turned away from the sunrise to put the fear of Crowley into his houseplants while he tried to use his imagination to think of a way to stop the pain in his chest that rivalled even the holiest of holy water held in a tartan thermos.

 ...

 Aziraphale woke without a hangover which was nothing short of a miracle and certainly not one of his. Blinking and licking his dry lips, Aziraphale looked around the bookshop for Crowley. The bookshop was silent around him and Aziraphale told himself he wasn't disappointed by the fact. He looked over to the window, surprised to see the sun rising. He hadn't fallen asleep in... well, a decade. That decade had usually involved Aziraphale reading throughout the night and the sunrise wasn't something he had actually paid attention to for an even longer time. However, this morning it felt important and Aziraphale made his way to the top of the bookshop to watch the sun rising over the horizon.

 He watched the sky change colours overhead and thought about the last six thousand years. Crowley was always there, always at the important parts, and even the ones that weren't so important. Running into him in Rome had been a surprise and one that Aziraphale took almost two thousand years to realise and admit to himself that had been a pleasant surprise.

 Crowley always went too fast for Aziraphale and he felt like he was struggling to keep up, always falling behind, sinking in quicksand, and yet... and yet, Crowley always pulled him out of the sand, brushed him off, and kept him by his side.

 It wasn't like Aziraphale couldn't have made it out of the quicksand on his own, of course, he certainly could. It was just he liked being by Crowley's side, the metaphorical feel of Crowley's hand in his, and pulling him up to the surface. Crowley made sense when all other things in the world didn't, even (or perhaps especially) if it was part of the Ineffable Plan.

 He took a photo of the sky with his new iPhone, used a miracle to make it look exactly as he saw it, and sent it to Crowley. He wanted to share the sunrise with him, even though he knew Crowley would probably be asleep.

 Aziraphale was surprised to receive a response in seconds and not one full of swearing, either.

 Beautiful, angel.

 Aziraphale smiled then, his chest-heart-soul filling with love and warmth. He wondered if Crowley's offer to show him his apartment still stood, though it had been almost thirty years since the initial offer. He'd better not ask though, that could be considered rude, and Crowley had just been grateful for the holy water. It wasn't like he was offering to... ahem... dance.

 There is exactly one angel who can dance and while every demon can dance, they don't do it well. There is only one demon the angel wants to dance with, anyway. The gavotte is out of style, but Aziraphale is certain that Crowley could teach him how to dance, showing him the steps, and keeping him by his side the whole time.

 ...

 Crowley received the photo from Aziraphale far too early in the morning, and he knew then - just as certainly as he knew in the burning bookshop - that the angel loved him just as he loved his angel. The message washed away all of his self-doubt (self-pretty, a snarky hiss said in the back of his mind, Crowley's mouth twitching at the reminder of the night before) and he replied immediately.

 Deciding he had to go through with his plan now that he'd planned the damn thing, Crowley clicked his fingers and left the apartment, sunglasses on and dressed to impress.

 ...

 Aziraphale startled at the knock at the door, frowning when he saw the time; seven o'clock was too early for God, so it was definitely too early for his bookshop to be open. "We're closed!"

 "It's me, angel."

 Surprised at Crowley's voice and feeling a smile on his face, Aziraphale hurried over to open the door, only to see a bright camera flash in his eyes.

 "Ow, fuck."

 "Well, angel, there's no need for that kind of language," Crowley said, mock-serious and grinning when Aziraphale looked at him when his eyes adjusted properly.

 "What are those?" Aziraphale asked, frowning at the sight of Crowley with several cameras slung around his neck.

 "Cameras. They're for you."

 Aziraphale looked pleased and confused at the same time. Crowley's chest ached again. "Crowley? Why did you get me cameras?"

 "I..."

 Sometimes plans don't always go the way people - or demons - expect them to go. In this case, Crowley thought his plan was obvious when to outsiders - or angels - it was simply confusing.

 "Cameras, um... no, I..." Crowley floundered; what had made perfect sense in his head only a few hours ago was now too difficult to put into words.

 Aziraphale remembered his comment about cameras the night before and how he'd compared Crowley to one in a drunken haze. He smiled as he began to understand Crowley's plan and Crowley felt the ache in his chest ease at the sight.

 "They keep memories and I wanted you to make memories. With me, angel," Crowley added, hating how uncertain (how human) his voice sounded.

 If Crowley had thought the first sunrise was bright, it paled in comparison to Aziraphale's smile then.

 "All of my memories are with you already, Crowley. The important ones, at least," Aziraphale said. "Won't you come in? I... I've been meaning to ask you about dancing."

 "Oh, thank God," Crowley said, stepping into the bookshop to kiss his angel, Aziraphale welcoming him with open arms and an open soul.

 ...

 You're welcome.

 ...

The end.

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FULL BODY STRESS RELIEF THERAPY FOR MEN

Thanks for visiting my blog page. Here, you’ll find an in-depth account about my male massage exclusively for men. Whether you’re a gay male, straight or bisexual, you can take comfort that I am very discreet, and respect the privacy and discretion of all who come to see me. That is why I don’t display face PICS! And, I Will NOT, send Face or body pics upon request! So please respect my wishes and don’t ask for them. It’ infuriates me that some inquisitive men ignore what I have written and still ask for Face PICs despite that I explicitly state ‘No Face Pics’ on my profile page.  Many masseurs willing display face and nude body pics and that they should be considered prior to contacting me. Recently, I had a guy who expressed interest in my massage and requested for a nude body picture. My reply was; “Sorry, I don’t send out pics? He appeared angry and wrote, “it’s like pulling teeth”! Another guy asked if it would be OK for him to stop by and “check me out” first, before going ahead with a massage. I replied, this is not how I conduct my business and explained to him that men who come to experience my massage make their decision based on my profile and blog page.

Simply put, I am not advertising an online personals ad. As a seasoned professional massage therapist,  my massage has never been predicated on face pics alone. From my experience, men who ask for face pics seem to be looking to for more than a massage. While others are merely window shopping and curious as to who is the faceless man behind the pics, so their intentions are questionable and more often than not, serious. And for those asking inquiry men bluntly asking for my stats that listed on the bottom page of on my profile, this also, lacks relevance for a massage!

In my tenure years’ experience, Face pics or my body “stats" has never been predicated on my massage business. Many of my clients are discreet professionals and seek a discreet male like myself which is one of the criteria men have expressed that is important to them. It’s also a concern for me to maintain my discretion as well. In fact, many of my male clients feel extremely at ease that I am not displaying my face pics!

Interestingly, an older gentlemen recently asked if his age would be a "problem"? I kindly replied, “age, is not an issue with me” and he has become a regular client.  To me, a man’s age, height, and body weight have no bearing whatsoever. The only criteria I request from my male clients is mutual respect, courtesy, and to be clean After all, if I’m going to massage a man’s entire body, I’d surely like him to be clean especially in and around his BUTT!!!!  Having a pungent odor is not pleasant! I’ve had some men who showed interested in a prostrate massage to be included, but during the session I encountered an unpleasant odor around the ass as it was not CLEAN and avoided massaging the area altogether.

Also, I would prefer potential clients to be honest when they need to cancel and not fabricate an elaborate story. Here are few excuses given from men that I find rather unusual and unrealistic. My mother is in the hospital, I need to visit my friend in the hospital, I was in a car accident and couldn’t reach you! Perhaps one of these replies may have been true but it seems doubtful to me. Should you need to cancel, I would appreciate a truthful answer that is believable and would understand. In my experience, when a male client decides to cancel a session, it occurs because of a business meeting or work commitment that has suddenly arisen. Some may cancel because of some hesitation: for any number of reasons: such as first time doing a massage and they’re nervous. Others may not even show up at all without ever contacting me!

As men screen for a potential masseur using a varied set of criteria,  I screen for bonafide male clients and speak over the phone once there is established sincere interest. From the discussion,  I can gauge whether there is mutual positive energy to go ahead and book a session.

Unfortunately, at times, I encounter an uncomfortable session and on one occasion during a massage, a guy pulled out a bottle of poppers. Looking to enhance his gratification, he did so without ever asking if the use of poppers would be acceptable. His frequent inhaling disrupted the massage as his hands fiddled with the small bottle positioned closely to his nostrils.

Interestingly,  he expressed that he was enjoying the massage though his heightened but momentary intoxication lead him to become aggressive and he begun making sexual “demands” that I would not fulfill!. Immediately, I ended the session!  Therefore, to assure a mutually positive experience, I will NOT allow the use of poppers or any other recreational drugs during my massage sessions!

I would like to share something that just recently occurred with a potential client which bothered me a great deal. On occasion, I get inquiries from more than one guy looking to have a massage at the same time. Many, contact me first, through text or email, while others, prefer to call and schedule a session. My protocol is to confirm a session by telephone in which I discuss the massage details, rates and provide my address. The phone discussion also allows for a dialogue and for me to get a sense of the man I am about to see. And, vice-versa.

Recently, I had a situation in which two separate guys had contacted me looking for a massage at the same time. The first interested guy contacted me through email more than an hour before his interest in a massage. In my email reply, I requested he contact me by phone in one hour when I finish with a session so that we may review the details and confirm. An hour later, I received a phone from a different guy who was interested in scheduling a session. After our discussion, he confirmed a massage. Shortly after, the guy who sent the email called requesting a massage for a similar time.

Unfortunately, I had to tell him that I already booked a session with someone else during the time he intended. I asked if another day or time would work for him. He said he would get back to me. I followed up the next day with a text message as I sometimes do. He replied expressing how annoyed he was and felt as if I "dropped him like a hot potato.” He couldn’t understand how someone called minutes after I finished my session and scheduled a massage. I was bothered by this and felt guilty for what had happened and replied to his text apologizing and mentioned that sometimes this situation occurs. I respect his feelings though was deeply puzzled by his seemingly strong reaction as if I had caused him undue harm as this was not a personal rejection. And, it’s never my intention to incite or cause provocation: I am honest and act in a professional manner.

As I continued to reflect upon his unhappiness to my not being able to see him during the time expected, I asked myself: why do I feel bad? Did I do something so terribly wrong and as a result, was told to delete his contact info and never contact him again! I wondered if he expected me to wait for his call and ignore the guy who was ready, willing able to confirm a session before his call.

Most guys would understand and not take it personally. I realize he was angry because someone else scheduled a session in his place. But I would like to point out, massage is how I earn my living. From my experience, it would not be a smart business practice to wait and expect someone to commit to a session as they may intend should someone else show an immediate a bona fide interest.

Case in point: In the past, I scheduled a session with a man with whom I had seen before. However, another guy called and asked for same time. I told the second guy that I already had a session booked for that time but could he instead do a later time? That was the only time he could do. To my dismay, as it turned out, the first guy could not make his intended appointment and canceled. I told him it was quite unfair since I had turned someone else away who also, wanted his prior scheduled time. He then apologized. But unfortunately, I lost out on a session and money. However, there are potential clients who express a particular time but unable to commit but exercise courtesy and say, book a session if someone else is interested. One of my regular clients wrote in a recent text message: If someone else asks for an appointment take it and I’ll do tomorrow :) Which I greatly appreciate and respect.

I only hope that future clients recognize this without taking personal offense. This applies to me, as well. There were times in which I lost out on a client to another masseur even within minutes of being in contact with a guy only to find that they had already booked a session with another masseur. I don’t take it as rejection. It’s not uncommon for things to happen in a New York minute and there are times that we need to act quickly or we lose out on an opportunity in whatever it may be. As I have learned, perhaps it’s wise that we not take it so personally.  And as one guy put it, Life’s too short!

Massage Details:

Now to the massage details which includes an all-inclusive account into my professional massage service and some thought-provoking anecdotes shared by my male clients and encourage you to read further. I created this blog with the sole intention to personalize my male massage service exclusively tailored for men and so that you’ll have a better understanding of what my session entails prior to booking. And also, to share my personal experiences with you and hopefully, you’ll become better acquainted with who I am as a male masseur.

In my 11 years’ experience as a professional massage therapist, men from all over the world have expressed  the need for a legitimate strong massage (not merely a body rub) from a muscular and mature man. And a massage that can also be erotic as well. The need to unwind in a relaxing, full body, professional massage that is highly therapeutic and relieves muscle fatigue and that can also be sensually stimulating!  

My Massage Session:                                                              

My sessions begin with a brief discussion. I will first ask of any current or past medical issues. Specifically, what parts of the body is experiencing pain, stiffness or even fatigue. Many come with muscle stiffness in their neck as a result of long hours sitting in front of a computer while others cite lower back stiffness obtained from frequent flying. During our discussion prior to the massage, I emphasize the importance to detach from all emotional baggage and work related obligations to benefit the most from the massage that is highly therapeutic and very relaxing. If the man is willing and mentally able to detach from his mind, he’ll benefit from the highly therapeutic and relaxing massage. Some men have fallen sleep during the session.  I also, incorporate stretching of the legs, arms and gently massage the neck into the session.  

While on the massage table, the goal is to allow yourself to relax and decompress as I prepare you for the massage starting with a 10 minute warm-up by gently rocking and kneading the body with my big and strong hands. Then, I apply a mild, unscented lotion starting from the neck and gradually work my way down to the toes. Guys have expressed the massage to be either performed while I’m wearing shorts and a tank while others have a preference for more heightened and pleasurable massage one in which I am naked during the session. Whichever option that suits you at a different rate the quality of the massage and technique applied is the same and is not all compromised in any way. For the option of a nude massage includes mutual touching and body contact and manual stimulation of the erogenous areas and a prostate massage for those you enjoy that type erotic stimulation. For those men interested in a prostrate massage to be included, please make sure that you are CLEAN. I would appreciate all men to arrive clean especially for a prostrate massage

My Massage Experience & Technique

My technique is a deep tissue, Swedish massage that involves long, flowing strokes and works muscles to relax tension and promote blood and circulation—a superb combination of relaxation and healing. I also combine the techniques of Reflexology onto the hands and feet where all of the nerve endings are to induce further relaxation.

After extensive years of performing massage, I have intuitively applied my unique technique that results in further relaxation and healing. My self-tailored approach stimulates the entire body from the neck down to the toes and even the erogenous areas as well.  The massage deeply penetrates muscle tissue, while at same time stimulating and releases tension while breaking up “knots” or adhered tissue.

MORE ABOUT ME:

My introduction to massage began over 11 years ago while in Los Angeles where I was a Massage Therapist for select few discriminating hotels. After a year, I returned to New York and began working as a sole practitioner serving male clients privately in my studio. My male clientele originates from the New York metro, nationally and from around the world and many, have become regulars. As a professional masseur, this is my full-time career, and I take great pride in my work and business and earnestly maintaining a high satisfaction rate. How clients feel after the each session that is of utmost importance. Often at times, I follow up with a text asking how my clients are doing and arranging sessions.  I’m a masculine Italian man with a muscular body in my forties.  Possesses strong manly hands that are very large but soothe the body in caressing motion.

A Man’s Unpleasant Experience with Another Masseur

One of-of my male clients had personally shared with me his unfortunate experience that he had with another masseur and would like you to read what he had revealed to me.  Perhaps this may allow you to reflect on a similar experience that you may have had. Also, I have shared some of my personal experiences as well.

A man who had contacted me staying in a hotel at La-Guardia Airport expressed interest in a massage with me. At the time, I was already booked so he selected another masseur who according to him the masseur ended the session abruptly after 20 minutes with the excuse of having to meet a friend outside for a moment.  The masseur asked for the hourly rate of $350 well before completing the massage session but told the client he would be right back. The client gave him the money. I believe this to be unconscionable and very unethical and therefore, would never do this myself!  I am sure you can easily guess the outcome. Not surprisingly, the masseur never returned as promised which sent the client into an emotional tailspin and felt that he had no recourse but to call me for solace.

I was extremely empathetic towards his disconcerting situation. The client was eager to arrange a session with me in the future. However, he had not returned to New York but was very was eager for me to travel to Boston.  I told him, “I only work n the New York.

Also, I have received numerous harassing phone calls from BLOCKED numbers as well as unblocked numbers of various men asking strange questions and at times, unrelated to massage. They would repeatedly call all hours of the day and night with the same set of questions with no serious intentions. Others have called with unusual fantasies explicitly expressing how they would like me to fulfill them. I have no preconceived judgment when it comes to a guy’s particular fantasy no matter how strange they may seem. What puzzles me the most is why I men would contact me after viewing my masseur profile that does not in any way suggest that I would engage in anything other than massage.

Others would call continuously with no purpose other than with an to “get off” on the phone. As a result, I had to call my cell provider and enroll in a  "block number feature" so I could personally block “listed” numbers and all blocked numbers. Now,  I don’t accept/receive block calls and no longer have to wrangle with irritating and harassing unwanted phone calls all hours of the day and night!  

 My Male Clientele:

I have global male clientele from all walks of life some of whom are married, single or partnered. I am very discreet and therefore, who you are or what your sexual orientation has no relevance to me performing a massage. Many of my male clients are discreet and come to me because of my discretion and enjoy the company of a masculine, handsome, well-built man to provide them with a professional, relaxing and therapeutic full body massage.

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TGIWednesday and moonlight path and the slow awakening

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I never know what spirit will bring forth to write about.  But I was given the topic of the slow awakening.  So many folks ask me daily, What’s my purpose?  And my immediate from the hip reply is, “I don’t know, what do you like?” We all must follow our passion/dreams and signs.  I am fortunate enough to do what I love and contribute to others 7 days a week.  Folks often ask if I get tired.  I always say, it’s not plumbing or roofing, THAT would be tiring.  As this Pandemic winds down, and it will, I am sending you the energy of the slow awakening.  Flowers don’t go from seed to instant flower.  There is a process.  Know that you are on the path, that this can be your great comeback and your awakening into what is better, healthier and more profound and an opportunity to show and contribute to others along the way! 

Started these last year, but am working on 3 Summer projects for you! To be released over time before years end.   We’ll see when they’re ready and released, you’ll get PLENTY of notice for sure!   New Audio MP3’s in the pipeline The Creative: Artist, musician, writer, empath, healer, designer... Without even mentioning the above this next Audio MP3 will bring about the subtle energy, frequency, and vibrations to allow spirit to show you the simple creative way! My Aching Neck and Back: A shorter Audio MP3 recording for those with ocassional neck or back pain.  We’ll go step by step top to bottom through the spine and correlating parts. Freeing, releasing and super charged praying for releases of any and all discomfort.  Even a prayer at the end where we’ll include bulging, herniated or slipped disks, pinched nerves, bone spurrs, scoliosis, surgical pins and parts, bones, mucles, ligaments, tendons, joins, fascia, and cartilege etc.   My Life’s Purpose: Still stuck?  At the crossroads?  Looking for passive income or your career 2nd act. This Audio MP3 will call forth the creative energies, frequencies and vibrations of change and inspiration that can inspire, invigorate and enhance your next chess move!

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I believe think, know and feel that the light of this full moon will illuminate what I need to change and create a path for success.  I know when, where, how and why to allow spirit to cast the light on the simple way allowing my life to flow with the divine. I'm  ready, willing and able to go with the flow of the planets, the sun, the moon and the stars that will shine a light on my success. I'm asking for this in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.

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"A very good afternoon to you Jimmy. I'm writting to appreciate you for your care and understanding during my session last month. One of my principal challenge was my injured spinal cord at the lumber and cervical area, from an accident i had in 1998 for which I carry an annoying implant following surgery. This situation like I told you led to my early retirement since I was in constant pains always tired, cant bend or kowtow. You worked on the lumber area that day with nothing eventful however around the third day I discovered that I could now stand up from sitting without the usual drama due to pains, I can now bend for a minute or two and stand up without much pains. It's like a dream to me Jimmy. I'm now planing on subscribing for more sessions. Sir I want you to know that I mean it when I say THANK YOU for this gift to me and I praise God for bringing me your way." - A. Daniel

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I'm scheduling 15 and 30 minute appointments at Kodawari Yoga Studios from 10am-2pm EVERY FRIDAY.*IMPT! You must call Kodawari directly to schedule times and dates with them AND pay them directly at the front desk prior to your appointment Call Kodawari's front desk directly to schedule (813) 773-4017 and pay at the concierge desk PRIOR  to your appointment - 15 minutes 38$ or 30 minutes 68$. 3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/  

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In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

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Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

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The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

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Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

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TGIWednesday and moonlight path and the slow awakening

TGIWednesday News

I never know what spirit will bring forth to write about.  But I was given the topic of the slow awakening.  So many folks ask me daily, What’s my purpose?  And my immediate from the hip reply is, “I don’t know, what do you like?” We all must follow our passion/dreams and signs.  I am fortunate enough to do what I love and contribute to others 7 days a week.  Folks often ask if I get tired.  I always say, it’s not plumbing or roofing, THAT would be tiring.  As this Pandemic winds down, and it will, I am sending you the energy of the slow awakening.  Flowers don’t go from seed to instant flower.  There is a process.  Know that you are on the path, that this can be your great comeback and your awakening into what is better, healthier and more profound and an opportunity to show and contribute to others along the way! 

Started these last year, but am working on 3 Summer projects for you! To be released over time before years end.   We’ll see when they’re ready and released, you’ll get PLENTY of notice for sure!   New Audio MP3’s in the pipeline The Creative: Artist, musician, writer, empath, healer, designer... Without even mentioning the above this next Audio MP3 will bring about the subtle energy, frequency, and vibrations to allow spirit to show you the simple creative way! My Aching Neck and Back: A shorter Audio MP3 recording for those with ocassional neck or back pain.  We’ll go step by step top to bottom through the spine and correlating parts. Freeing, releasing and super charged praying for releases of any and all discomfort.  Even a prayer at the end where we’ll include bulging, herniated or slipped disks, pinched nerves, bone spurrs, scoliosis, surgical pins and parts, bones, mucles, ligaments, tendons, joins, fascia, and cartilege etc.   My Life’s Purpose: Still stuck?  At the crossroads?  Looking for passive income or your career 2nd act. This Audio MP3 will call forth the creative energies, frequencies and vibrations of change and inspiration that can inspire, invigorate and enhance your next chess move!

Monthly Zoom Event - MySwitchWorks

Next Zoom Event - Wednesday May 27th 7:30 PM Eastern Time These calls have become very popular and a great opportunity to get some specialized clearing each month. It’s always fun when we bring our tribe together and create MASSIVE clearings to help/contribute to all of us!!! Stay Tuned for the new sign up link and topic in the coming weeks. 

ACCESS CALL REPLAYS HERE  Abundance Switches Luck Switches Love & Romance Switches Youth & Vitality Switches The Plandemic: Moving Forward

TGIWednesday Download

~ LIGHTING THE WAY ~

I believe think, know and feel that the light of this full moon will illuminate what I need to change and create a path for success.  I know when, where, how and why to allow spirit to cast the light on the simple way allowing my life to flow with the divine. I'm  ready, willing and able to go with the flow of the planets, the sun, the moon and the stars that will shine a light on my success. I'm asking for this in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Wed. May 13th The Alara Canfield Show  - Register Here Thurs. May 21st Soul Talk with Patty Malek - Register Here Mon. June 22nd - Straight Talk for the Soul w/ Cari Murphy - Register Here Thurs. July 30th - Your Divine Uniqueness with host Moncef Akfir - Register Here

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

**NEW TIME** TUESDAY'S at 4pm EDT / 1pm PDT CALL IN (206) 806-9965 https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions

Click Here for Previous Weeks' Show and a full archive of past guests & replays.

Yesterday's Show - Special Guest Jeremy Riden - Listen Here

4pm - May 12th - Nicola Grace | Intuitive Readings LIVE www.nicolagrace.com

4pm - May 19th - Kimberly Marooney | Angel Readings and Intuitive Readings   http://kimberlymarooney.com/angel-expert-kimberly-marooney

4pm - May 26th  Rev Debbie Dienstbier  | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show is LIVE on Tuesday's at 4pm EDT  If you want to Listen in only, go to this website: https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions OR If you want to call in & ask a question CALL (206) 806-9965 No need to press #1, just dial in and you'll be in the queue. If the Call in Number above doesn’t seem to work, please use this back up Call in Number: (425) 535-9149 when prompted, enter 206.806.9965 followed by #  International Callers, click the link below for the International call in list for your country.  If you're using the Free Conference Call App, it automatically re-routes the best call In number for you.  Please unblock your phone number if you wish to speak with Jimmy and or his guest host. Blocked, Restricted and Private Callers are not brought on air.

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

MAY 6th "Today I will ignore the naysayers and those who do not believe in me.  I will be steadfast in my direction and the pursuit of my dreams and visions.  I will recognize and decipher through the signs that spirit sends and I will realize the fulfillment of my dreams."

From the Fish Box

"A very good afternoon to you Jimmy. I'm writting to appreciate you for your care and understanding during my session last month. One of my principal challenge was my injured spinal cord at the lumber and cervical area, from an accident i had in 1998 for which I carry an annoying implant following surgery. This situation like I told you led to my early retirement since I was in constant pains always tired, cant bend or kowtow. You worked on the lumber area that day with nothing eventful however around the third day I discovered that I could now stand up from sitting without the usual drama due to pains, I can now bend for a minute or two and stand up without much pains. It's like a dream to me Jimmy. I'm now planing on subscribing for more sessions. Sir I want you to know that I mean it when I say THANK YOU for this gift to me and I praise God for bringing me your way." - A. Daniel

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Sessions at the Tampa Office 

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS  *Appointments are either phone or Skype until further notice   

I'm scheduling 15 and 30 minute appointments at Kodawari Yoga Studios from 10am-2pm EVERY FRIDAY.*IMPT! You must call Kodawari directly to schedule times and dates with them AND pay them directly at the front desk prior to your appointment Call Kodawari's front desk directly to schedule (813) 773-4017 and pay at the concierge desk PRIOR  to your appointment - 15 minutes 38$ or 30 minutes 68$. 3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/  

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! To All Mastery Students:  If you haven't taken the time to complete the course and book your Certification test with Jimmy - now is a great time!!

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe COVID-19 Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.smbeconnected.com  

Stay connected!

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA

[365dailyaffirmations]

TGIWednesday and moonlight path and the slow awakening

TGIWednesday News

I never know what spirit will bring forth to write about.  But I was given the topic of the slow awakening.  So many folks ask me daily, What’s my purpose?  And my immediate from the hip reply is, “I don’t know, what do you like?” We all must follow our passion/dreams and signs.  I am fortunate enough to do what I love and contribute to others 7 days a week.  Folks often ask if I get tired.  I always say, it’s not plumbing or roofing, THAT would be tiring.  As this Pandemic winds down, and it will, I am sending you the energy of the slow awakening.  Flowers don’t go from seed to instant flower.  There is a process.  Know that you are on the path, that this can be your great comeback and your awakening into what is better, healthier and more profound and an opportunity to show and contribute to others along the way! 

Started these last year, but am working on 3 Summer projects for you! To be released over time before years end.   We’ll see when they’re ready and released, you’ll get PLENTY of notice for sure!   New Audio MP3’s in the pipeline The Creative: Artist, musician, writer, empath, healer, designer... Without even mentioning the above this next Audio MP3 will bring about the subtle energy, frequency, and vibrations to allow spirit to show you the simple creative way! My Aching Neck and Back: A shorter Audio MP3 recording for those with ocassional neck or back pain.  We’ll go step by step top to bottom through the spine and correlating parts. Freeing, releasing and super charged praying for releases of any and all discomfort.  Even a prayer at the end where we’ll include bulging, herniated or slipped disks, pinched nerves, bone spurrs, scoliosis, surgical pins and parts, bones, mucles, ligaments, tendons, joins, fascia, and cartilege etc.   My Life’s Purpose: Still stuck?  At the crossroads?  Looking for passive income or your career 2nd act. This Audio MP3 will call forth the creative energies, frequencies and vibrations of change and inspiration that can inspire, invigorate and enhance your next chess move!

Monthly Zoom Event - MySwitchWorks

Next Zoom Event - Wednesday May 27th 7:30 PM Eastern Time These calls have become very popular and a great opportunity to get some specialized clearing each month. It’s always fun when we bring our tribe together and create MASSIVE clearings to help/contribute to all of us!!! Stay Tuned for the new sign up link and topic in the coming weeks. 

ACCESS CALL REPLAYS HERE  Abundance Switches Luck Switches Love & Romance Switches Youth & Vitality Switches The Plandemic: Moving Forward

TGIWednesday Download

~ LIGHTING THE WAY ~

I believe think, know and feel that the light of this full moon will illuminate what I need to change and create a path for success.  I know when, where, how and why to allow spirit to cast the light on the simple way allowing my life to flow with the divine. I'm  ready, willing and able to go with the flow of the planets, the sun, the moon and the stars that will shine a light on my success. I'm asking for this in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Wed. May 13th The Alara Canfield Show  - Register Here Thurs. May 21st Soul Talk with Patty Malek - Register Here Mon. June 22nd - Straight Talk for the Soul w/ Cari Murphy - Register Here Thurs. July 30th - Your Divine Uniqueness with host Moncef Akfir - Register Here

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

**NEW TIME** TUESDAY'S at 4pm EDT / 1pm PDT CALL IN (206) 806-9965 https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions

Click Here for Previous Weeks' Show and a full archive of past guests & replays.

Yesterday's Show - Special Guest Jeremy Riden - Listen Here

4pm - May 12th - Nicola Grace | Intuitive Readings LIVE www.nicolagrace.com

4pm - May 19th - Kimberly Marooney | Angel Readings and Intuitive Readings   http://kimberlymarooney.com/angel-expert-kimberly-marooney

4pm - May 26th  Rev Debbie Dienstbier  | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show is LIVE on Tuesday's at 4pm EDT  If you want to Listen in only, go to this website: https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions OR If you want to call in & ask a question CALL (206) 806-9965 No need to press #1, just dial in and you'll be in the queue. If the Call in Number above doesn’t seem to work, please use this back up Call in Number: (425) 535-9149 when prompted, enter 206.806.9965 followed by #  International Callers, click the link below for the International call in list for your country.  If you're using the Free Conference Call App, it automatically re-routes the best call In number for you.  Please unblock your phone number if you wish to speak with Jimmy and or his guest host. Blocked, Restricted and Private Callers are not brought on air.

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

MAY 6th "Today I will ignore the naysayers and those who do not believe in me.  I will be steadfast in my direction and the pursuit of my dreams and visions.  I will recognize and decipher through the signs that spirit sends and I will realize the fulfillment of my dreams."

From the Fish Box

"A very good afternoon to you Jimmy. I'm writting to appreciate you for your care and understanding during my session last month. One of my principal challenge was my injured spinal cord at the lumber and cervical area, from an accident i had in 1998 for which I carry an annoying implant following surgery. This situation like I told you led to my early retirement since I was in constant pains always tired, cant bend or kowtow. You worked on the lumber area that day with nothing eventful however around the third day I discovered that I could now stand up from sitting without the usual drama due to pains, I can now bend for a minute or two and stand up without much pains. It's like a dream to me Jimmy. I'm now planing on subscribing for more sessions. Sir I want you to know that I mean it when I say THANK YOU for this gift to me and I praise God for bringing me your way." - A. Daniel

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Sessions at the Tampa Office 

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS  *Appointments are either phone or Skype until further notice   

I'm scheduling 15 and 30 minute appointments at Kodawari Yoga Studios from 10am-2pm EVERY FRIDAY.*IMPT! You must call Kodawari directly to schedule times and dates with them AND pay them directly at the front desk prior to your appointment Call Kodawari's front desk directly to schedule (813) 773-4017 and pay at the concierge desk PRIOR  to your appointment - 15 minutes 38$ or 30 minutes 68$. 3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/  

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! To All Mastery Students:  If you haven't taken the time to complete the course and book your Certification test with Jimmy - now is a great time!!

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe COVID-19 Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

TGIFunny

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.smbeconnected.com  

Stay connected!

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA

[advancedthetapractitioner]

TGIWednesday and moonlight path and the slow awakening

TGIWednesday News

I never know what spirit will bring forth to write about.  But I was given the topic of the slow awakening.  So many folks ask me daily, What’s my purpose?  And my immediate from the hip reply is, “I don’t know, what do you like?” We all must follow our passion/dreams and signs.  I am fortunate enough to do what I love and contribute to others 7 days a week.  Folks often ask if I get tired.  I always say, it’s not plumbing or roofing, THAT would be tiring.  As this Pandemic winds down, and it will, I am sending you the energy of the slow awakening.  Flowers don’t go from seed to instant flower.  There is a process.  Know that you are on the path, that this can be your great comeback and your awakening into what is better, healthier and more profound and an opportunity to show and contribute to others along the way! 

Started these last year, but am working on 3 Summer projects for you! To be released over time before years end.   We’ll see when they’re ready and released, you’ll get PLENTY of notice for sure!   New Audio MP3’s in the pipeline The Creative: Artist, musician, writer, empath, healer, designer... Without even mentioning the above this next Audio MP3 will bring about the subtle energy, frequency, and vibrations to allow spirit to show you the simple creative way! My Aching Neck and Back: A shorter Audio MP3 recording for those with ocassional neck or back pain.  We’ll go step by step top to bottom through the spine and correlating parts. Freeing, releasing and super charged praying for releases of any and all discomfort.  Even a prayer at the end where we’ll include bulging, herniated or slipped disks, pinched nerves, bone spurrs, scoliosis, surgical pins and parts, bones, mucles, ligaments, tendons, joins, fascia, and cartilege etc.   My Life’s Purpose: Still stuck?  At the crossroads?  Looking for passive income or your career 2nd act. This Audio MP3 will call forth the creative energies, frequencies and vibrations of change and inspiration that can inspire, invigorate and enhance your next chess move!

Monthly Zoom Event - MySwitchWorks

Next Zoom Event - Wednesday May 27th 7:30 PM Eastern Time These calls have become very popular and a great opportunity to get some specialized clearing each month. It’s always fun when we bring our tribe together and create MASSIVE clearings to help/contribute to all of us!!! Stay Tuned for the new sign up link and topic in the coming weeks. 

ACCESS CALL REPLAYS HERE  Abundance Switches Luck Switches Love & Romance Switches Youth & Vitality Switches The Plandemic: Moving Forward

TGIWednesday Download

~ LIGHTING THE WAY ~

I believe think, know and feel that the light of this full moon will illuminate what I need to change and create a path for success.  I know when, where, how and why to allow spirit to cast the light on the simple way allowing my life to flow with the divine. I'm  ready, willing and able to go with the flow of the planets, the sun, the moon and the stars that will shine a light on my success. I'm asking for this in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Wed. May 13th The Alara Canfield Show  - Register Here Thurs. May 21st Soul Talk with Patty Malek - Register Here Mon. June 22nd - Straight Talk for the Soul w/ Cari Murphy - Register Here Thurs. July 30th - Your Divine Uniqueness with host Moncef Akfir - Register Here

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

**NEW TIME** TUESDAY'S at 4pm EDT / 1pm PDT CALL IN (206) 806-9965 https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions

Click Here for Previous Weeks' Show and a full archive of past guests & replays.

Yesterday's Show - Special Guest Jeremy Riden - Listen Here

4pm - May 12th - Nicola Grace | Intuitive Readings LIVE www.nicolagrace.com

4pm - May 19th - Kimberly Marooney | Angel Readings and Intuitive Readings   http://kimberlymarooney.com/angel-expert-kimberly-marooney

4pm - May 26th  Rev Debbie Dienstbier  | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show is LIVE on Tuesday's at 4pm EDT  If you want to Listen in only, go to this website: https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions OR If you want to call in & ask a question CALL (206) 806-9965 No need to press #1, just dial in and you'll be in the queue. If the Call in Number above doesn’t seem to work, please use this back up Call in Number: (425) 535-9149 when prompted, enter 206.806.9965 followed by #  International Callers, click the link below for the International call in list for your country.  If you're using the Free Conference Call App, it automatically re-routes the best call In number for you.  Please unblock your phone number if you wish to speak with Jimmy and or his guest host. Blocked, Restricted and Private Callers are not brought on air.

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

MAY 6th "Today I will ignore the naysayers and those who do not believe in me.  I will be steadfast in my direction and the pursuit of my dreams and visions.  I will recognize and decipher through the signs that spirit sends and I will realize the fulfillment of my dreams."

From the Fish Box

"A very good afternoon to you Jimmy. I'm writting to appreciate you for your care and understanding during my session last month. One of my principal challenge was my injured spinal cord at the lumber and cervical area, from an accident i had in 1998 for which I carry an annoying implant following surgery. This situation like I told you led to my early retirement since I was in constant pains always tired, cant bend or kowtow. You worked on the lumber area that day with nothing eventful however around the third day I discovered that I could now stand up from sitting without the usual drama due to pains, I can now bend for a minute or two and stand up without much pains. It's like a dream to me Jimmy. I'm now planing on subscribing for more sessions. Sir I want you to know that I mean it when I say THANK YOU for this gift to me and I praise God for bringing me your way." - A. Daniel

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Sessions at the Tampa Office 

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS  *Appointments are either phone or Skype until further notice   

I'm scheduling 15 and 30 minute appointments at Kodawari Yoga Studios from 10am-2pm EVERY FRIDAY.*IMPT! You must call Kodawari directly to schedule times and dates with them AND pay them directly at the front desk prior to your appointment Call Kodawari's front desk directly to schedule (813) 773-4017 and pay at the concierge desk PRIOR  to your appointment - 15 minutes 38$ or 30 minutes 68$. 3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/  

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! To All Mastery Students:  If you haven't taken the time to complete the course and book your Certification test with Jimmy - now is a great time!!

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe COVID-19 Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

TGIFunny

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.smbeconnected.com  

Stay connected!

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA

[habla-yegua]

So my ex had messaged me yesterday via social media. Now this is an ex-ex. One that I haven’t spoken to in years. I mean, I’ve reached out to her to see how she was doing a few times but no response really. One time, her current boyfriend got on the phone acting all kind of brave. Pathetic.

Fast forward 5+ years and here we are.

I had totally been You-ing her. Total Joe Goldberg over here. Geez. This was after an intentional cord breaker ceremony. What are the fucking odds?

Why am I like this? Why do I compulsively obsess over someone at a given time? I don’t even know why. It’s not like they want anything to do with me or even remember me. Maybe some do, I wouldn’t know but I mean, I joe Goldberg a few people from my past. Mostly to see if they’re alive. If they’re ok. If they’re happy, really. I mean, it truly gives me satisfaction if you can see their happiness.

So here I am, totally Joe Goldberg-ing her and shit. Curious about what her bf looks like Cuz I’m also like that. Fucking curious cat. But I can’t find anything. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I try to get over it. Don’t visit her page or anything...

Which she casually had made public recently. Which is what ensued this shit storm of a downward spiral. So I couldn’t not look right? Whatever.

So I’m Gucci or kosher (as this client I have says LmAo) and suddenly, I’m on My social media minding my business when a message pops up on the top and it says her name and in like WUT.

And it was the most simplest thing. It makes me think is This some sort of game? Like is this what I am? A fucking game? I don’t even know.

She says she hopes I’m well. And I’m like holy shit. 5+ years. No word. No sound. Suddenly your shit is public. And now you’re messaging me?

I was literally screaming. I mean isn’t this what joe Goldberg would do? Wouldn’t he be fucking ecstatic that the girl he’s been stalking is now giving him the attention he wants?

But I’m not. That’s where joe and I differ.

My heart was pounding. My head was still blown. 🤯🤯🤯 legit.

I mean, ok back track to this ex of mine. She was the first one I lived with. My first long relationship. She was my first for a lot of thing. She taught me a lot of things too but we clearly weren’t made for each other. Also, she’s a Gemini. Keep that in mind. 😂

I loved this girl. Regardless of what happened, I felt love for her and cared for her deeply. I wanted the world for her and I don’t know. Maybe she had some reservations about her gayness. Maybe she was skeptical about me. Maybe I didn’t give her what she needed or made her feel how she wanted. Whatever the case was, we didn’t work and things ended. Perhaps not the best way. I’m a coward but once I’m done, I’m done.

Ever since seeing her profile become public, it made me think a lot about her and our relationship. I recognized a lot of my faults and where I fucked up. I recognized that we were both very young with a lot of issues to resolve. We didn’t really know how to handle that. There was a lot pressure I had, to take care of her and the home and then myself. I remember gaining so much weight. I remember pushing her to get her diploma. Then going to dade for medical assistant. I remember working two full time jobs to pay for shit. I remember coming home from work to cook for us. I don’t remember her complimenting me or loving on me. I remember her silliness and how funny she was. I remember this one incident we were play fighting and I accidentally kicked her in the stomach and she got so upset. Her sister was living with us at the time and she runs to her sisters room and tells her to tell me to get out. And i was so confused cuz we were playing and it was an accident. That was something else I remember too. Just leaving a lot. Sleeping in my car. Going back and forth to my moms house. She always had somewhere to be. Her home. But it wasn’t mine even tho I paid to be there and had her there.

Gemini’s.

So since this happened yesterday, I got an email from tumblr yesterday reminding me about this tumblr that I still have. I visited it and remembered all the shit I had previously written and remembered how great of an outlet this was. So I’m back!

Ok so back to my bullshit. Anyway

So she messages me and I’m like holy shit. I see the message cuz it was so short. And I’m thinking of what to reply before opening it. So finally I’m like ok. And I legit just tell her I’m speechless cuz I never thought I’d hear from her. After I sent it tho, her profile was public and she had just posted something a few mins prior to me sending and it had some inspirational quote about life. And I’m like ok. Lol. What timing. So I’m like ok. And she replied back. In like ok maybe I’ll get a full convo out of her? Idk why or what I was expecting tbh. And she’s all like she’s good given the circumstances. And I’m like uhhmmm. So she asks me and I reply and I ask how her family is doing. I was very close to them all.

Tell me why this Gemini done read my message and has not answered??? I am screaming. Literally. Lol.

Omg. So whatever. I’m allowing her to reply cuz it was later at night. Maybe she’s trying to go bed. Idk. I go to her profile again and I see she had deleted that post she had posted right before I sent her my first response. And I’m like ok?

So today, still no response. And I’m wondering if to say something or not. At this point it’s 10:30 am and neither of us have said anything. So then I try to peep her profile. And guess what?

GUESS FUCKING WHAT?

Lol. It’s back on private. 😂

Im done.

[benjamingordon]

Benjamin Gordon Founder and Managing Director of BG Strategic Advisors

Benjamin Gordon is Founder and Managing Director of BG Strategic Advisors (BGSA), an investment banking firm for the supply chain sector. Benjamin consults with CEOs in the transportation, warehousing, and logistics industries and helps them maximize their companies’ value through M&As, capital-raising, merchant banking, as well as other strategic initiatives. Some of his clients include Fortune 500 leaders, logistics leaders, and private equity/venture capital firms.

Benjamin Gordon is also the Managing Partner at Cambridge Capital, a leading advisor, investor, and partner for companies in the supply chain and technology sectors. They help provide private equity to finance the expansion, recapitalization, or acquisition of growth companies, using their knowledge and expertise to help their portfolio companies achieve outstanding value.

Prior to BG Strategic Advisors and Cambridge Capital, Benjamin Gordon founded 3PLex, an online transportation management system enabling automation for third-party logistics companies. Benjamin raised $28 million through blue-chip investors such as Goldman Sachs,

Morgan Stanley, and Con-Way and was featured in the New York Times and Business Week. 3PLex was eventually acquired by Maersk.

A recognized expert on the supply chain sector, Benjamin Gordon has been quoted by national media including CNBC, The New York Times, Supply Chain Management Quarterly, and Business Week. He has also been a featured speaker, moderator, and chairman at the 3PL Summit, Supply Chain Management Professionals (CSCMP), NASSTRAC, and the International Warehousing and Logistics Association (IWLA), among others. In addition, Benjamin leads the annual BGSA Supply Chain conference, the largest annual conference for CEOs from all segments of the global supply chain.

Benjamin Gordon is also an active civic leader who is committed to giving back to the community. As Founder and Chairman of GesherCity, a Jewish community and philanthropy group for young adults, he has boosted young adult volunteerism, expanding the organization to over 100,000 members in twenty locations. He has also served on several non-profit boards, including Palm Beach United Way, the JCCA, and the Middle East Forum.

Benjamin received a Masters in Business Administration from Harvard Business School and a Bachelor of Arts degree from Yale College.

Where did the idea for BG Strategic Advisors come from?

As I was building my first company, 3PLex, I got called on by a lot of investment bankers, venture capital firms, and private equity firms. I was struck by the fact that most of them didn’t really seem to understand logistics and supply chain. So I thought, “Why not start a merchant bank focused on logistics?” In 2002, I started BG Strategic Advisors. In the beginning, I ran it from my apartment in Cambridge. Since we didn’t have an office yet, we held meetings in the Charles Hotel. It was a scrappy startup, just like 3PLex, but this time I self-funded it and we were profitable from year one!

Over the course of time, we had the privilege of working with a lot of terrific companies, including NFI, GENCO, UPS, Kuehne & Nagel, New Breed, and others. We worked on over 50 deals. Then, I eventually decided that I wanted to get back into building companies, as opposed to just advising them. I realized that I could be a founder, or I could invest in businesses that others had founded. The latter was more scalable. So I started investing in logistics, supply chain, and technology companies. To do so, I established Cambridge Capital. I started by putting my money where my mouth is, and investing my own capital first. Over time we’ve brought in partners.

Over the last decade, I’ve had the good fortune to invest in more terrific companies. XPO was founded by Brad Jacobs. Its first platform, Express-1, was a small company that Brad built through organic growth and acquisitions. It’s now a publicly-traded company with an enterprise value of more than $10 billion. Grand Junction was a startup founded by Rob Howard. He had

the idea of building a technology platform to help retailers give their customers a better last- mile solution. Target ended up buying the company. These are just two examples.

Our goal is to help companies by bringing more than money. We work hard to bring expertise to our companies where we can, leveraging our industry knowledge, technology experience, networks of talented executives, access to potential customers, and more.

                                                                 What does your typical day look like and how do you make it productive?

On most days, I wake up at 6am. I meditate for 5 minutes to clear my mind then spend 10 minutes scanning my inbox and responding to the most urgent/important issues. I work out for 30-60 minutes, typically either swimming/biking/running. And I start work with our daily huddle at 8:45am, inspired by Verne Harnish’s “Rockefeller Habits” model.

Over the course of the day, I schedule as much as possible. That makes it easier to focus visually on what I have to do. Also, it allows me to control my time allocations to match my priorities.

I also rely heavily on email. Since I can read and write faster than I can talk, it’s more efficient. I try to follow the “Getting Things Done” strategy. Touch emails once (reply, forward, or delete, with a clear action). Make the subject lines clear. Process ruthlessly!

When allocating my time, I try to focus on three questions:

Is it important?

Does it require my involvement, or can someone else handle it? Does it need action now, or can it wait?

How do you bring ideas to life?

I read a lot. I try to read a book a week. The last book I read was “Red Notice” by Bill Browder. It tells the story of how a young strategy consultant discovered the brave new world of Eastern European privatizations in the 1990s and ended up building the biggest investment firm in Russia. It was inspiring to see how Browder went to Poland first and Russia second, with an open mind and a readiness to apply what he learned in the U.S. in a new market where the rules were different. It was also depressing to see how the Russian oligarchs and a corrupt bureaucracy fought him, ultimately driving him out of the country and murdering his lawyer. But it was uplifting to see Browder pivot into the next chapter of his life, as a human rights activist who championed the Magnitsky Act and continues to fight for justice today.

“Red Notice” helped me generate ideas for looking in emerging markets for hidden jewels in the logistics world. I’m working on one right now!

What’s one trend that excites you?

I am very excited about the intersection of transportation and technology. That’s been a major theme throughout my career. One big driver is ACES: Autonomous, Connected, Electric, and Sharing economy. We are seeing lots of fantastic businesses emerging out of these technologies. For instance, Grand Junction succeeded by connecting drivers with retailers through a technology platform and a sharing economy model. Bringg and DeliveryCircle have similar advantages, albeit in different but complementary areas.

I believe electric vehicles will come to dominate not just passenger cars, but also trucking. Over the next decade, we will see a massive shift.

What is one habit of yours that makes you more productive as an entrepreneur?

I try to abide by the one-touch rule. When I get an email, I try to respond in a way that gets to closure. You can lose a lot of time with email back-and-forth chains. If possible, I try to give a clear and quick answer: yes, no, or depends on X. If you can reduce your touches, you can spend your time more productively!

What advice would you give your younger self?

Invest in the things that make you better. Reading has a multiplier effect. So does exercise, because it makes you better in other dimensions. And so does surrounding yourself with A+ people, in all areas of life. They can challenge you and make you better!

Tell us something that’s true that almost nobody agrees with you on.

Self-driving trucks will dominate the industry within a decade. Everyone talks about self-driving cars, but it’s already happening in trucks. Komatsu can run trucks in the mines of Australia without drivers. Driverless forklifts are already appearing in warehouses. People are petrified about the idea of a runaway truck driven by a machine that misses an important action. But this isn’t the Windows “Blue Screen of Death.” Computer-powered trucks are going through extremely rigorous testing, and will soon be ready for the road.

Also, while it’s true that self-driving trucks aren’t perfect, it is important to note that neither are humans. Tragically, 50,000 people a year die from car and truck accidents. Almost all of those fatalities are caused by human error. If machines can cut that by 90%, we might still have 5,000 fatalities a year. That would be terrible, but far better than the status quo.

Self-driving trucks can be implemented more effectively than self-driving cars, because they can be managed by companies. In sum, the driverless future will come to trucks first.

As an entrepreneur, what is the one thing you do over and over and recommend everyone else do?

Follow through. People value you when they know they can count on you. Always do what you say, so people know your word is meaningful. I can’t stress that enough.

When I started BG Strategic Advisors, our first client was a company called Air-Road Express. The CEO asked us to sell their company. We put together a plan and timetable. It called for getting the deal done in 4 months. In hindsight, this was a mistake. Your average M&A assignment often takes 6-9 months from start to finish. But we made a commitment, and we had to figure out how to deliver on it. There were a lot of late nights, early mornings, interrupted family dinners, and last-minute trips. But it all worked out. In the end, we not only got it done in 4 months, but we also exceeded the CEO’s value expectations.

That CEO, in turn, became a vital reference for our little company as we started to grow. It all revolved around demonstrating that we did what we said, and earning trust.

What is one strategy that has helped you grow your business?

My strategy has been to be narrowly focused. In our first decade, we were strictly focused on transportation, logistics, and supply chain technology. We could have taken on many more clients, but we decided that being known in our field would pay dividends down the road.

HBS Professor Michael Porter liked to say that strategy is about saying no. If you don’t say no often enough, then you spread yourself too thin. We try to maintain that dictum. Over time, as we’ve expanded our firm, our scope has expanded a little. But we still try to keep our focus tight.

What is one failure you had as an entrepreneur, and how did you overcome it?

I’ve had lots of failures! But the failures are what make you better, assuming you learn from them.

When I started 3PLex, we had a great idea. But we tried to do too much too quickly. We started with the idea of building a TMS to automate logistics. Then we added a combinatoric engine to enable companies to bid on bundles of lanes. And we also added a drayage management system. Three products was too much for one startup. We burned through a lot of money before we figured that out. I wish we had figured it out much sooner.

In the end, ironically, the product that we spent the least time and money on, in drayage, was the one that Maersk wanted.

The lesson was to listen to your customers, and ruthlessly simplify to focus on what matters.

What is one business idea that you’re willing to give away to our readers?

Think about how you can combine new technologies to augment classic business models.

For instance, every retailer in the world is trying to improve their last-mile solution to compete with Amazon. If they fail in this one area, they could fail outright. There is a fortune awaiting the company that figures out how best to do this.

Can you use drones, or warehouse automation, or other technology, to deliver a solution that is equal or better than Amazon Prime? If you can figure that out, you have a tremendous opportunity.

How Amazon Disrupts Logistics: Chapter 4 in the Benjamin Gordon Cambridge Capital Series: View Here  https://issuu.com/benjamin.gordon/docs/how_amazon_disrupts_logistics__chapter_4_in_the_be

                                                                                                                            What is the best $100 you recently spent? What and why?

I bought a Fitbit for my kids on Tuesday. They are wonderful children, but they also love reading (or acting, singing, and watching) more than exercising. For the last three days, they have been running through the house and in the backyard, counting their steps!

The old saying is true: What gets measured gets done!

What is one piece of software or a web service that helps you be productive?

We all use email. But one thing I’ve found particularly helpful was a typing class I took when I was in middle school. Being able to type fast might have seemed like a job for a secretary at

one point. Today, it’s a competitive advantage for anyone who is in business.

What is the one book that you recommend our community should read and why?

“Lend Me Your Ears” by William Safire. It is a collection of the most inspirational speeches in world history.

Start with the uplifting words from Shakespeare’s Marc Antony that inspired Safire’s title, “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.” You can think of this speech as great literature, which it is. You can also think of it as enjoyable to read, which it also is. But as an entrepreneur, you can consider these words the foundation for a persuasive call to action.

Any great leader, whether in politics, business, or elsewhere, should have these powerful communication tools at his or her disposal.

What is your favorite quote?

In the “Sayings of the Fathers,” also known as the “Pirkei Avot,” Hillel said this: “When a man is needed and there is no man, strive to be that man.” Putting gender neutrality aside, this quote captures the essence of leadership to me.

What Hillel is saying is this: when you find yourself in a situation that calls for action, and you see nobody else stepping up to take on that responsibility, then the choice lies with you. Will you take the reins, or will you let the opportunity pass?

I believe great leaders, great business people, and great human beings all find ways to live in accordance with this moral precept. Think about Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Sharansky, and others in activism. And think about Jobs, Gates, Musk, and others in entrepreneurship. In all cases, great leaders saw a need and realized that it was up to them to address it. Isn’t that what it’s all about?

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