#it's from wehere i live so it like close enough

[sexykwan]

me reading about svt's concert 9395 km away from them:

[shay-iamiam]

One Year Later

New Year’s! 🎉

A/N:Happy New Year’s! I wanted to write something for fun just for New Year’s Eve. I hope y'all enjoy it. This fic is Gender neutral and POC friendly and no specific body type. It’s important to me that every is included in the fandom. Enjoy! And Happy New Year’s!

~ Shay

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It seemed like fate actually. And you really didn’t believe in it you’ve had plenty of bad breaks over the years. You had meet him exactly a year ago to this date and if someone one told you that drunken strangerould become your fiance you would have laughed it off and told them they could go to hell but here you were looking into those exact same eyes a year later.

Flashback

You moved back into the small town you fought to get out of. Your grandma was sick and being that it was only you and her left the responsibility for caring for her fell on you. But you didn’t mind she raised you and you be damned if you were going to stick her in a nursing home and watch her fade away.

So when you got off the phone with her doctor you decided right then and there you would move back home and care for her. That had been two months ago. The small town hasn’t changed much over the years. The corner store was still there, the county fair was still small and the only bar in town was busy as usual. It was New years eve and you planned on staying with your grandma to watch the ball drop but she instead you go out tonight.

“Y/N honey I’m not asking you to go out I’m telling you. I’ll still be here when you get back now go out and try to have some fun.” You’ve been caring for grandmother 24/7 never leaving her side and she wouldn’t tell you this but your where honestly suffocating her. She knew you just wanted to help but you became overbearing. Even to the point where you tried to feed her once. That didn’t go over well with her you didn’t hear the last her fussing at you about and that had happened a month ago.

You decided to listen to your Grandmother and go out. The town bar was small but you decided to dress up anyway even if only twenty people saw you. You put on one of your favorite outfits opting for something that was comfortable and also made you feel good. You bid your grandmother goodbye and she made a point in saying. “See ya in the morning honey” you laughed about it on the way to the bar. Was she telling you to try and get lucky tonight.

You made your way in the bar. It was small but they still tried to decorate. You found a empty stoll and ordered a drink. You saw a couple of people you knew and chatted with them for a while. It was close to midnight and the bar had become quiet vacant. You wehere ready to pay your tab and get back home under the covers and sleep the night away. You waited for the bartender but he was still down at the other end. He had been making whiskey neats for someone down there all night.

You walked down to the other end and waited for him to finish up. You sat and tapped your foot to the song that was playing it was one of your favorites “Carry on Wayward Son”. you didn’t even notice the drunk man next to you staring holes threw your head. You paid your tab and gathered your stuff to leave. You finally notice the man next to you . As you stood he wasn’t shy about looking you up and down drinking in your appearance. You could tell he was hammered and he didn’t look like he wa a local.

“Hold me please I would love to be touched by an angel” he slurred out. You had began laughing how could he be this rammed you wondered. You could tell he was harmless though and had to much to drink. You asked the bartender if he knew if the man next to you had drove himself here. He gave you his keys and stared telling you he was gonna call him a cab. But you weren’t too sure about that. He had passed out on the bar counter. You being the person that you are didnt want to leave him drunk and disoriented. So you dug through his pockets and called the last number he had dialed.

The phone ring until the line picked up “Dean.. Dean where are you. You’ve been gone for two days.” the man on the other line sounded frantic.

“Sorry uhh this isn’t Dean he here at the bar passed out drunk.” you tried to stay calm since the guy on the other end was flipping out.

“I’m sorry what bar are you talking about.” the guy cleary didn’t know anything about this bar.

“Heckless you know off 64 west.” you were hoping he would know but he didn’t. He told you that he was his brother Sam and that Dean had gone missing two days ago. He hasn’t answered his phone of texts. You told him that you would take him back to his hotel since you found the key in his pocket and it was the only one in town make sure he was safe. Sam thanked you and told you e would make the drive to your town to get him.

You told the bartender you got a hold of his brother and where going to take him back to his hotel. He helped you lug him out and get him in your car. He worked up on the drive to the hotel and you explain to him what happened and told him Sam was coming for him. He nodded his head at you and smiled and thanked you for helping him. You all made light conversation and he seemed nice plus he wa cute. You got to the hotel and helped him out your car. You open the hotel room only to see it was trashed.

“Sorry Y/n he slurred I wasn’t expecting to be bring anyone back.” after looking around and seeing the hotel was barely livable you made a rash decision and decide to bring Dean back to your place. You called Sam And told him what you were doing and got Dean back in your car.

You pulled into your driveway and got Dean out. You made it to the kitchen before he collapsed in a chair. You were searching for pain meds when he yelled out.

“Ohh shit I think im gonna be sick.” you grabbed him and rushed to your bathroom where he spent fifteen minutes vomiting in your bathroom. He had been so loud your Grandma got up. Once you told her what happen she found the pain meds and went back to bed. Dean had finally finished and he looked like death itself. You figured it would be easier to let him lay in your bed so you gave hima change of clothes and told him to lay down.  You gave him two pain pills and the next thing you know you hear a loud snoring. He was out like a light.

You heard soft laughter the sun was just coming up and you had crashed on the couch that night. You threw your robe on and walked to the kitchen to find Dean and your Grandma chatting over breakfast.

“Happy New year Grandma.” you bent down and kissed her check. You looked around to see that there were fresh bacon, eggs, and coffee. You looked up yo see Dean hand you a cup and pull a chair out for you. “Thank you for taking care of me last night. No telling what I would have done if you hadn’t swooped in and saved me.” he spoke he had a faint smile on his lips.

You all sat down and ate together your grandma making hints at you on how cyte Dean was and how you never really go out on dates. And you telling her that he was just passing thru grandma went to lay down to take a nap. You spent some time talking to Dean finding out he lived in the next town over and just wanted to get away for the night.  You al talked until Sam pulled into your driveway. You were actually sad to see him go you didn’t get out and socialize much but thar as your choice. You washed Deans clothes from the previous night and gave them to him. You walked kim down your driveway and were preparing some basic small talk in your head when  your thoughts were interrupted.

“I uh..  I uhh know this may sound a little strange but can I have your number I uhh. I really would like to see you again.” he kept scratching the back his neck his face growing a deep red. You laughed and grabbed his phone and told him to text you sometime. He threw his fist in the air and left.

You go back in the house only to find your grandmother smiling and saying “Good job he’s a cute one.”

END FLASHBACK

Here you where a year later at Deans place preparing to have a quiet New years eve in. you all texted constantly from that day and went on a date a week after he left your house. Your relationship grew quickly and you knew you were in love.  You had been so lost in thought you didn’t even hear him call out for you.

“Y/N..Y/N did you hear me the food will be here soon.” he had been staring at you from the doorway for the past five minutes wondering how he got so lucky with a beautiful stranger like you exactly a year ago tonight.

“Yeah sorry I was just thinking about something.” you spoke quietly

“Hopefully it was about me or my feelings might be hurt.” he said in a joking tone. You threw a pillow at him and motioned for him to come snuggle up with you in the bed. If someone would have told you a year ago about the stranger that changed your life you would have told them go to hell. But being here snuggled up with your now boyfriend exactly a year from when you ment. You might be crazy enough to believe them.

This was just for fun. I hope you liked it! Leave some feedback! 

~ Shay 

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2017-3(MAR)-31-Friday--new neighbours move in--abo kid still walking the streets--FERALS about...

2017-3(MAR)-31-Friday--new neighbours move in--abo kid still walking the streets--FERALS about...

8am and afterwards, the abo kid from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD was again alone and walking the streets barefoot and looking filthy. This time he wasn't skulking about but striding along out from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD to the Koongamia shops area and whatever places the rest of them hide out in. I don't think I saw him walk back, but then again they roam all about the area, going off in one direction and returning from another all the time. And all the time ready to invade any innocent persons property or house and steal and destroy.

The hordes of other aboriginal kids and youths from the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD are strangely 'absent' from walking and wandering all about the areas. The weekend will give them an excuse to be out and about and rampant.

It's been unusually and ominously very quiet otherwise.

Please do not forget that this hell has been going on for well over a year (years) and just because things are 'calm' now, it's no guarentee that they will remain that way. -- I've experienced far too many 'false calms' before......

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I'm in severe pain. AND my neck hurts just to turn my head. Maxxed out on pain hiders (aka pain killers) but the pain is still surpassing it all. I know I'll be literally screaming out in agony later on, as I was the past few days. - I'll probably be woken up in agony if I ever get any sleep.

I had to do 3 tasks this morning whist it was relatively 'cool' before the sun got up proper and made it all too hot to do anything. There's no rain whatsoever here, and no clouds at all. And I had to do everything by myself alone, which even before I started I was in pain. No help. Nobody cares.

A new part of the hole for landmines has been dug, which is very much needed, especially before it rains and which would make doing that impossible without getting soaked by drizzle. The hole's not that big and I fear having to do it again in pouring rain and in further agony.

The chicken plot has been all raked level and a new bale of hay put in. (couldn't get a straw bale, they're selling straw bales now as expensive miniature sized things that wouldn't cover a third of the chicken plot. (Straw makes for more weeds growing about.) All but 2 of the chickens have sadly died, but the plot gets churned up very quick and when it rains the straw/hay whatever quickly rots down and turns into nothing and the poor chickens then only have dirty sand to live in, so the hay will last awhile I hope. The chicken are not being kept for eggs. They're dear friends that dear Fliss and I did a lot of work in making them have a good life. All of which is now gone as am I. -- Doing that work on the large chicken plot killed my back even worse, as if I wasn't already in agony from what I did before. I was literally having to stop countless times and was gasping in pain, hanging onto things to stop collapsing to the ground in pain.

I also had to to trim/cut down branches before any rain would make that impossible to do. And I was trimming away the rampant foliage from trees that are not mine but the neighbours that grow rampantly from over the fence. That took hours and further added great pain.

Sitting here writing this, even tanked up on pain killers (they never kill pain only hide it for a tiny little while), I'm in great pain. So much so that my arms are quivering when at rest as the muscles are hurting so bad.

I know I won't have any proper sleep still, as always, in pain, and not just physical......

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Today, Max has had several sessions of very bad growling and growing to a point of snarling and very possibly attacking me again. Max and Sam inside kept hearing me outside doing things and thought Fliss was out there, (it was a job dear Fliss and I would always do this time of the year with the dogs joining in and having great fun and carrying branches away), but today, alone, every time I let them out, they frantically searched for dear Fliss then found she wasn't there and Max especially was very very dejected, and got growley. Sam is sullen. Dear Sam cries in his sleep and has bad dreams more often now, even last night and this morning as he slept.

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It looks like finally the house that has been under construction for months and constant attacks and theft by the aboriginals from the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD across the road from there, it looks like residents are finally moving in there today at that brand new house.

I wish them luck and hope they don't have to endure the criminals from the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD (just across the road from them) and all the others that wander all about the streets and so on. The place doesn't even have a front fence. (a stupid designer stylistic decision not based on reality)

Next door to them, STILL surrounded by wire security fencing with warning placards across it, is the empty aboriginal drug dealer household which was evicted early last year in 2016, and once the drug dealer was gone, the associated aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD across the road from it, it exploded in crime and ever increasing incidents which became daily, and were almost guaranteed to occur every weekend in a street incident or whatever.

There's a great 'lull' going on. And that in itself is a worry. Because if something happens and you contact Police, they will discount you and just think you're being too 'sensitive' to crime......FFS.....

I told somebody about that 'anonymous' woman from yesterday who totally refused to give her name or reason to be here, and they said why didn't I get her license plate number? - To which I replied, I was in a rush as it was, and in any case, even if authorities or Police were contacted about it, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING would happen as is almost always the case around here in hell.

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Outside is like Summer again, a mild day of Summer that is, not deathly hot, but it's pretty warm enough and somewhat hottish out in the sun. That's why I was trying to get everything done this morning whilst it was still cool and tolerable for temperature.

I didn't end up swimming in sweat as usual, but I still ended up in absolute agony and great pain that the prescription medications I have barely keep it down to a level I can exist.

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Later in the day, I heard noises outside and Sam & Max were barking loudly at intruders ready to attack.

Here is how the aboriginals from around here grow their offspring up. And you wonder how they are so criminal and grow up to be criminals that you read about in the NEWS.....

An very small aboriginal toddler, (not long out of nappies), was wandering all about by itself and whilst the adult woman and it had been coming back from the Koongamia shops, the toddler had taken off by itself and gone up a driveway where dogs could bite it at a closed gate if it stuck its limbs through.

Believe me, this goes on all the time with property invasions hereabouts, and don't for a moment think they are 'just innocent' wanderings......

I happened to see the moment wehere the female adult was hauling back the brat from the driveway in the persons property. You might ask yourself how could a toddler get 'away' from an adult. Well I'll tell you. The aborginal adults around here let their aboriginals toddlers just walk along BEHIND them, even far far BEHIND them. And when it aggravates the adult that the toddler is deying them, isn't doing exactly as they command (they ever rarely do), isn't keeping up with them, perhaps maybe THEN they'll turn around and notice the brat not nearby and they'll yell and swear at them and threaten them. The aboriginals get even more aggravated when innnocent bystanders or other inocent people see what is going on.

This is what poor Sam & Max had heard. They were inside this hovel. And they became distressed at the volatility outside being heard.

This female aborginal adult took hold of the brat, and literally dragged it away, and then she hauled it off and away along the footpaths and through the pedestrian criminals walkway.

I thought that was over and thought nothing more of it. But I was disturbed that strangers had come onto the property without a care in the world. But later.....another event occurred in the streets......

You will if you have been reading my blog know of the manner in which the aboriginals walk on the streets treating them as if they are footpaths, even in traffic. Well later on the following small event took place on the footpath but which usually occurs on the roads.......and has done so truly countless times here.......

Once more it was aboriginals, (other parents and children rarely (if ever), act like this), but aboriginals had walked out of the criminal pedestrian walkway (believe me it can be like a horse racing 'starting gate' so many times for them), and outside was a collection of aborginals walking to the Koongamia shops and probably to the Koongamia fish & chip shop because it was a Friday and open for business.

Off in the distance along the footpath this time was the woman. (Women usually carry the money.) And she was far ahead by many houses distant in distance along the footpath.

Then came an aboriginal kid quite some distance behind her, and it was noisy.

Then came an aboriginal adult man some distance behind the kid. (processions like this are nearly always long stretches with the aboriginals walking being houses properties length apart spread out and loudly shouting at each other on the streets.)

And nearly always it is adults in front by a very long stretch, followed far behind by the aboriginal kids that follow them.

This time, the male adult had stopped and began loudly yelling at an aboriginal toddler who was so small (it was smaller in height than the fences), I at first thougt he was yelling at nobody. But he was yelling and threatening for an aboriginal tiny boy brat to 'keep up' or he'd come back and (unintelligble). (some sort of physical harm)

The small brat kept yelling out back at him and them as they kept walking away.

Perhaps the brat had spied a neighbours dog who was VERY loudly barking at all the yelling and commotion and doing its necessary duty as a domestic guard dog in this hellhole. The poor dog always does this. And all regular passersby know this.

The man had paused and walked back a little along the path and was yelling even louder. The others had by now reached the Kongamia shops area by themsleves.

The kid kept yelling and screaming back at him.

The adult male kept yelling and shouting threats.

This went on for some time.

Eventually the aborginal brat, he very slowly walked past and was literally wringing his hands in fear, worry, and apprehension. He was wringing his hands so much I thought he actually had something IN his hands.

Eventually I suspect he must've reached the male who by now had kept walking out of sight, but I never saw what happend then.

Just another tiny, noisy incident. A minor one to add to the other, to add to the truly countles others.....

I was in physical agony and needed to lay down.

But I then had to let dear Sam & Max outside in the back yard because they thought that intruders had infiltrated the yard by all the damned noise, shoutings, and threats they'd been hearing.

Once satisfied there was nobody in the yard, I brought poor Sam & Max came back inside and dear Max was very agitated and growley, not at me, just being a guard dog growley. I patted him after he sullenly slumped down on his floor mat next to Fliss's chair, his head between his paws and listening for anymore noises from outside. Sam slumped down nearby onto the floor as well.

I wonderd if the new neighbours would be experiencing all this sort of crap outside their own brand new built place?

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My internet speed/connectivity is very terrible and going down to non-existant for much of the time. Weekends usually is worse.

All this entry, like so many of mine, is typed up offline and then posted later because otherwise it would just end up vanishing into a cloud of nothingness as I am in.

Tumblr for example has been extremely unresponsive and deathly slow, so slow it times out and cannot be reached.

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Going to lay down now and try to settle my physical pains. Everything else leads to death.

P@17:40---I love you Fliss and want to be with you. I hope you are well. Absolutely nobody tells me anything nor have they done so about you or your health or anything.