#its screaming at me about my car insurance

[dabigbird]

I came home from school today and found this. Please send help

WHAT IS THAT THING?!

[absinthemindedly]

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[713-4th-ward-g]

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[rookfeatherrambles]

Hey Tumblr, its been a hell of a few days for me. For those that don't know, on Sunday (June 2nd), I was in a car accident that really traumatized me, and I don't know if its going to affect me for another week or another 10 years. Details under the cut, as well as pictures of my injuries (no blood but bruises and scrapes, will be tagged appropriately).

My friend came up from Washington state to see me and wanted me to meet her at the hotel she was staying at. No problem. I'd just take an uber, from where I was located it would be an under 10$ trip. The uber gets there, I introduce myself, I place my purse into the car, and as I'm getting in, my earbud falls out and bounces off into who knows where. So I pause, one foot in the vehicle, one foot out, as I'm sort of stooping to look for this missing earbud. (It was important to me, more on that later). The back seat door is still wide open, but then, the driver decides to start driving. My foot is dragged back and twisted, and the rest of my body follows, and I'm screaming as I hit the ground and feel the wheel going over my leg. I think my first thought was that it had been ripped from my body. I was dragged a few feet down the street while passengers screamed to the driver to stop the car, and I don't think I've ever felt that kind of pain before. My throat is raw from screaming and crying. The car stops, people come and the driver tries to control the situation. All I ask through my sobs is 'is my leg still there?' and yes, miraculously, it is still there. I'm offered hands, but I lift myself up under my own power, extremely in shock. I'm not bleeding. Just scraped to hell with a tire track on my skin like a brand and terrified. Other parts of me also were scraped up, but I didn't notice until later. People are talking to me, all I want to do is be with my friend, so I look the driver in the face and tell him to take me to my destination, where I meet up with my friend. I am in shock all night. The driver asked me if I was okay, and upon me saying yeah, fine (I was not fine) he tells me he's not going to report this to Uber because its just a few scrapes. Anyway, I visit with my friend, and under guidence of my great roommate, I go to a walk in clinic and wait for nigh on 4 hours to get my injuries documented and get checked out. The verdict? Whiplash, no broken bones. I ache like I'm 90 but that's to be expected. I'm off work for a week, I'm given a 200$ physiotherapy prescription, but unless I want to pay out of pocket, I need to contact uber and start an insurance claim. I do that. They tell me they're going to put me in touch with an insurer. I don't believe them. I get a consultation with a personal injury lawyer set up for this friday, and now we come to here and now. I need headphones to cope with sensory hell outside of my apartment, and they were not on me when I left, so they're long gone. 180$ earbuds. Truthfully, I have this gut feeling that Uber is going to do their best to discredit me and what happened, just like that driver. I can't get into a car now without remembering that agony of my leg being crushed under the wheel, and when I'm in any vehicle now, I'm plagued by panic and horrid images of gruesome demise. I genuinely think I might have PTSD, though I'll be looking into a formal diagnosis when i can get to it. When I can AFFORD it. I hate to do this so soon after asking about my back, but I'm out of work for I don't know how long now, I don't know how many physio appointments or THERAPY appointments i will need to get over this. I need to recoup my headphones, I need to get groceries delivered now (which is really pricy), I need to keep myself afloat until Uber decides to (or decides not to) make amends. I don't even know if they fired the driver. I just want to feel safe and I just want something done. Anyway, if you can donate, please do. I know I'm just the silly AU person (one of many) but I have to ask. I have no other choice. I'm just sorry I don't have anything to give in return. Paypal.me/xcannibal Proof of injuries below.

[seat-safety-switch]

When I heard that California was experiencing a huge dump of weather, I didn’t delay. I didn’t sit around, tut-tutting about those poor dears. No. I took action. I got a flight right to Los Angeles, walked past the huddled, terrified masses, and walked right to the rental counter. And I got something with full insurance.

You see, I grew up driving in the snow. Because I’m too poor or maybe too stupid to move away, I still do now. It sucks, and it holds up traffic, and you have to shovel a lot. You get used to it, though, especially after a winter of bullshit white stuff falling from the sky all the time and covering your perfectly good crapcan cars. You also get very good at driving in it, unless you’re everybody else on my commute.

We all think we live in a world of rules and mores, but when something like this happens, everything changes. The people who can wield power – the people who can seize power – become as gods. Knowing that I need to slow down a little bit before trying to turn the steering wheel on the highway would make me unstoppable, a singular silver beam of pure id through the crippled cityscape. Capable of anything.

The cops were powerless to stop me. What were they gonna do, chase me in their patrol cars? They’d never seen snow, either. Their pilot had never flown a helicopter in the snow before. I tested this theory immediately by finding the nearest Krispy Kreme and repeatedly ripping handbrake turns in the parking lot until the cops came running out, then fell and ate shit in the snow. And then, not for the last time in my life, I outran the cops in a 2021 Kia Optima.

I laughed maniacally as I merged onto the highway and barked out a couple front-drive fishtails. The traction control light blinked, screaming at me that what I was doing was Highly Unorthodox and may actually be Injurious To My Person. I punched the traction-control defeat button and laughed harder as the low-speed skids continued. On the side of the highway, I saw a garbage truck crashed, split in two, spilling its contents across a rich man’s lawn.

Then I was hit by a ‘01 Alero driven by some asshole doing ninety miles an hour in a Walmart parking lot on bald tires while smoking crystal meth out of some kind of homemade contraption involving two semi-truck turbochargers. I watched in awe as he continued through the parking lot, over a small hill, through a fence, and directly onto the highway upside down. I felt small. In that moment, only he was truly free.

[yamst3rdamctrl]

When Sexual Desires Clash (Y/N)

Chapter 1: The Start of Something New

Cause you done had mad bitches (ooh)

Been around the whole world (ooh)

And you carried all your fears with ya (ooh)

And now you found the right girl (ooh)

And you don't know what you do with her

You don't (no, no)

Know what you do with her

You don't (ooh, ooh)

Omniscient

YN was standing in the kitchen listening to rerun episodes of Insecure while fixing breakfast. After YN had finished, she was still enjoying her show when her phone began to rang.

Incoming Call Lupita..

YN POV

As I answered Lupita call I wondered why she was calling so damn early.. "Bitch you know its like 10 am in the morning." I said to Lupita. "Girl you forgot today is the dinner pool party with a few of us?" She questioned. "No girl I didn't but isn't it not until like 4 pm?" YN asked. "Girl yes I just wanna insure your coming. I have a few of my guy friends and you met all of them except one. Shay coming too since her boo thang Winston coming." "Yes sis she is and I'll see you then let me relax. Dance practice kicked my ass last night. I don't understand how hard it is for these girl to dance right with Chris. They do nervous so they fucking forget." YN said irritated. "Sis you right. If I was next to him I would be ready to cum on his face too." Lupita said laughing. "BITCH.. bye I'll see you later." YN laughed. "Bye Girl! Wear some sexy!!"

Omniscient

YN did her daily chores, went shopping, and rested. Before YN knew it was 3:30 pm and she had to get ready. YN is always a little late because she knows barely anybody will be there on time. YN took her slow time getting cute by pulling her hair in a pony tail and putting on her swimwear..

YN decided to let her cocca butter skin show along with her figure. YN then pulled her pony tail down and let her hair flow along with putting on her brown nude wedges. YN looked at herself and thought, "I'm that bitch! Still that bitch will for ever be that bitch!" Its been along time since YN has taken a break for herself. Since breaking up with her ex boyfriend due to him cheating on her she focused on herself. She would occasionally go out to find some dick but would never go along with it. YN felt as if no one would fuck her to her sexual desire. Therefore, she would just fuck her self going one day she'll have the BDSM of her dreams.. soon she'll have her dom.

YN gathered her belongings and her packed bag usually when they have a dinner night they spend the weekend in the vacation home. YN ensured to bring her toys because in her head she would be the single one left out..

4:50 pm Party Arrival

YN parked her car and walked through the gate that lead to the pool area. "What Up Bitchhhh" YN yelled and Lupita ran straight to her. "Girl look at you!! You wasn't playing when I said get sexy!!" Lupita said. "Nope I was not up. Hello Big One" YN said to Winston and dapped him up while hugging her best friend Shay.. "Girl! You look goodt. I'm glad Lupita invited the other person." Shay said smirking. "What do you mean?" YN asked confused. Soon as YN turned her head to the pool she saw a 6'2 burnt caramel complexion coming out of the pool drying his head off. When the figure removed the towel off his head all YN could do was watch and scream internally. YN never knew that she could be wet like this again. The figure walked up and reached out his hand and said, "Lupita, this must be who you were telling me about.. Hi YN, it's so nice to meet you. Lu has told me so much about you. My name is Michael B. Jordan".....

Sooo.. I have stories on Wattpad but I don't get that much love on here. I'm trying to get as much love as I can so Tumblr here we are... I'm going to show yal how to show MBJ love! 🩷

[oh-soo-diabolik]

Family Trips and car rides.

warnings: swearing, emo life 👽🩵

<was thrown back in time with this one>

“Pass me the fucking aux, you breast-less bitch.” His words tickle the edge of your ear.

With his body looming over the driver's seat, the drive was going to be a long and difficult one. Sucking your teeth you forcelt shove the white wire into Ayato’s hand.

“If you play some trash shit, I’m killing us all.” you sneer at the red head.

A snickering captivates your attention, your eyes flicker to its owner. Laito Sakamaki. “Including you, Laito. Anyway, why do you always have to-”

A sudden sound of music blasting through the speakers, shakes the car. “Jesus Christ, Ayato. Give us a warning.” You pester on.

The eldest brother Shuu, jumps in from his comfortable position, his blue eyes sends daggers into Ayato’s skull.

“Yeah whatever,— why does Shuu get to sit up front? You belong to yours truly, so it’s apparent who should be in front.” Ayato mutters, as he shifts back into the middle seat.

The once quiet car ride now filled with the sounds of cursing and screaming, this was going to be the longest five hour drive in vampire history.

“Yeah and because you, I’m a Vampire, done without my consent may I add. So now I’ll be ignoring you for the next two hundred years.” you retort, your hands grip the steering wheel.

You were now stuck with them for an eternity.

<prayers to u reader san>

“Heh?! We live in the same house.” Ayato argues, you smirk in response as you glimpse into the rear view mirror at Subaru, who sat silently on the left of Ayato.

Dripping with anger and annoyance.

“I mean, Subaru did it for three hundred. I’ll get pointers from him if needed.” You snicker, Ayato glares at you, gritting his teeth. “Isn’t that right? Su.Ba.Ru~”

“Fuck you all, I hate it here. I want to die.” Subaru spurs, reaching for his airpods in his pocket. “Fuck, are we there yet?” he adds.

“Oi, Emo fuck, you think you’re the only one who wants to die?” Shuu chimes in, your eyes roll, they are the same as they were ninety years ago.

Only thing that seemed to change about them was their ‘human age’, they no longer the teenage boys you once knew, they were now college age and having an identity crisis, especially Reiji.

“Save the dying for after my birthday trip, why am I driving anyway? It’s my birthday.” You whine in annoyance, who in their right mind made the birthday girl/boy drive to their own birthday trip?

“Well, you’re the only one with a license.” Shuu says with a shrug, if you were in an anime you would’ve sweat-dropped by now.

You were always curious, how did an advanced species of creatures work around driving and insurance?

“So, how did you guys get around then?” You quickly shoot Shuu with a side eye reaction. Your tongue clicks as you notice the smirk on the blonde’s face.

“We have drivers.” was all he said.

“So why am I driving?” you question once more. “You fancy being a passenger princess?” You say with a teasing tone.

“Only if it’s you driving.” He grins, the sound of Ayato scoffing causes the blonde to stare at his brother. “What now?” Shuu says, his airpods wired casing, hanging around his neck.

“I want the front seat, lazy ass. Got too much dip on your chip.” Ayato taunts, Shuu howls with laughter.

“Fuck you and the dip. I’m the eldest, remember that. Her/Him and I fuck, not you.” Shuu continues to grill the younger Sakamaki.

“HUH?! I’ll kill you.” Ayato’s shouts, you let out a scream, you feel as all their eyes land on you.

“Now that I got everyone’s attention, shut up, my song is playing.” You mutter.

“Cut my life into pieces.” You begin.

As if creating a chemical reaction, the brothers (Subaru and Ayato mainly), begin to play their ‘role’ in the song. Subaru, guitarist, Ayato, the moral support.

“I should’ve burned in that village.” Reiji finally speaks up, his head leaning against the window as the car fills with laughs and terrible singing. Shockingly enough, Kanato was sound asleep, perhaps those edibles did come in handy.

end~

a/n; was in a goofy silly mood and decided to post this short fic for y’all. thinking of posting more like this. fanfic chap 2 is also coming soon ~ ya girls lazy.

[silvanoir]

All Pain No Gain

So! Went back to the hospital to follow up on my wrists, the bracers and steroid injections only gave me back the flexibility of my fingers, didn't take away the pain, numbness and tingling.

In fact its been spreading through my whole body, there's now not an inch of me unaffected.

I waited a month for this appointment. They told me they were going to do a nerve study.

Oh no, it was just a sit-down to give me a yellow paper with some phone numbers to SCHEDULE a nerve study.... the soonest they can fit me in is NOVEMBER *screams* and this is just the study, then five days later a sit-down to DISCUSS the study, and WHEN anything will actually be DONE about my body feeling both like it is constantly being electrocuted AND constantly exhausted to the point I barely function ???? WHO KNOWS!

While I was doing that my boyfriend went to the ER because his back pain is so bad he can no longer work. They did X-rays and found he has SEVERE SPINAL DISEASE and I'm no doctor so I don't know what that means for him exactly other than it sounds REALLY BAD. The results go on to describe most of the vertebrae and discs in his back having anywhere from mild to severe deterioration.

He wanted them to actually DO something, but they won't until he sees his primary care doc, and he can't get an appointment with her until the end of the month.

Meanwhile.... he can't work. And might never be able to return to the warehouse we've both been working at. All they sent him home with is lidocaine patches and acetaminophen .... which we already have at home (he's on his second giant bottle of ibuprofen within 2 months).

Trying to find another job for him is tricky because he's got some neurological problems from a mountain biking accident years ago ... mostly affecting his time-management and ability to remember anything involving dates and time (wear a helmet, kids), ptsd (many people in his past treated him unbelievably badly, to the point I joke he was raised in a hell dimension), the mentioned back pain.... and no car.

Spent a lot of time both in the hospital and once we got home trying to hug away the misery.

I swear doctors just don't give a damn anymore.

Unless you're elderly and on medicare on top of private insurance, then they care a lot. About that sweet sweet money, that is.

My dad's doctor revealed my soon to be 88 yr old Dad has a spot of bladder cancer and AFIB, that's on top of the COPD, bloodclot in his heart, aneurysm in his stomach, and shattered spine from osteperosis ... some of which are the effects of him smoking a cigarette every ten minutes he's awake since the age of 13. He refuses treatment for all of it. He's done with life. His wife (my mother) is dead, older brothers are dead (a few younger brothers are still alive, but they are in rough shape too), favorite nephew is dead, and his friends are all dead. He can't do anything anymore except watch game shows, pretty much. He's housebound; he rolls around hunched over on a walker between 3 rooms. People keep buying him cigarettes against my wishes. Elder Protective Services and doctors keep yelling at me for being neglectful, but he's the one making the decisions not to have "care". He doesn't have dementia so he can still decide for himself.

The doctors aren't hopping up and down for the 2 middle aged people who want to live (and be able to work), but the old man who by all means shouldn't even be alive at this point and doesn't want to be, they call and beg HIM to make appointments instead of the other way around. ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH.

[oswednesday]

=x=, =xo

its been better to lean into theres just something Wrong with me (but like if we never moved from nyc there wouldnt even be a pressure about it in the first place hkgh) than have to deal with how just fucking weird people were at me with driving when the truth of the matter is i was ready to go the moment i could, i did all the course work and every time im like hey help me with the parts i cant do on my own i get someone exploding (mocking my interest in being eager about it in front of other family members, screaming at me in private how much ill make insurance cost, telling me just to go up to a car lot and buy the car myself, telling me if i want to practice the only way it will work if i do it by myself on the highway at night, locking me out of the house when i "skipped practice" because i had a shift at my retail job/class/play practice(happened on multiple occasions), putting me on the spot about not having it in front of a whole group of people so i have to lie to save face because im not about to be like oh yeah heres all the stuff thats happened to me in front of these people like whats wrong with you and so on that doesnt even get into like car based nightmares and like all the car accidents from substance use by adults around me growing up) on me and like yeah i didnt recognize what was going on, a sort of neediness that prevents me from enrolling into a drivers ed school when i would have had easier access to it (but like the train was right there so its like,,,,,the train) but its like maybe there wont be a problem this time or if there is i dont care fuck off gfdgdf

[abbenai]

screaming and tearing at flesh today at work. and its one thousand degrees outside and theres so many guests. AND theyre adding another tour at the museum for me to learn about and figure out how to merchandise. god its so so stupid its a boat tour 😭😭😭😭 why is everything so complicated at this stupid museum. and my mother is renewing insurance and she needs one thousand pictures of my car but im at WORK. killing and dying. death and destruction. rending flesh. but its ok i will prevail ✌️

[msfbgraves]

Well, the Netflix password sharing ban has reached the Netherlands. Quick survey says that there are several workarounds, but my mom is not tech savvy enough for that level of trickery, so I'll advise her to change her subscription to only one screen.

Count that as two near instances of screaming rage at corporations in two days.

And no, that's not about being unable to live without Netflix. It's the relentless trickle of shittery they keep pulling.

My bank raising its fees just because, and I would have switched but I am on this family arrangement so I can't.

My bank app deciding my phone is too old for it.

Another price hike in the supermarket.

The fees for my building's upkeep have been raised by €5 a month for shits and giggles.

A tax hike of €2 a month for my car and don't get me started on paying more than €2 for a litre of petrol.

An insurance price hike and I can't switch because of a misunderstanding with the building upkeep company. Seriously it's the only way of beating constant price hikes, constantly switching.

The ticket prices for the train have been raised.

On and on it goes. And my main problem is that this could easily all be outlawed. But it isn't. Because higher prices on everything also means more tax revenue, as that is a percentage of the total, not a flat fee.

The Netherlands have already protest voted the Nazis in, and the party that calls itself "New Social Contract" means by that, that the whole country should function like the Dutch Bible Belt: with strong solidarity among neighbours instead of state intervention and also trans people are evil. If the government does not try to further the wellbeing of all its citizens, against exploitative corporations, who tf is it for? Like, I know who it's for, it insanely favours capital, but shouldn't there at least be a pretense of something else?

I find it fascinating that government always goes "This is fine" until there are physical mobs outside of their gates. They don't do anything an hour before.

I don't really understand why they keep pushing people to the brink of that. Whom does it help? Nobody. Every revolution simply ushers in a new elite, only that first, a lot of people die - some rich, most poor. The poor mostly stay poor. I'm not saying don't riot, because the revolutions, if survived, often cause a minor uptick for the starving, but not half as well as a government that ensures a high standard of living for everyone.

And make no mistake. They're literally having people starve. Because they can. Either on no food, or on food that is so substandard it causes disease.

It only took 40 years.

Why are they so stupid? People may not understand nft's, or substandard loans swaps, or whatever they come up with next to cheat pension funds, but they do understand being able to afford heating your house, being able to afford to keep a roof over your head, or "I can't afford dinner."

But what do I know. I simply studied humanities.

[rewcana]

it's the 2 yr anniversary of me getting hit with the corner of a 43lb box containing an AC unit. it scraped against my back over my left shoulder blade. i am currently disabled by that injury, 2 years later. it's a different form of that injury but it is a result of it. i've not gotten any medical treatment because it's a work injury and my employer won't take responsibility for it. im in the middle of a months long lawsuit trying to get compensation and treatment. ive been disabled for 9 months. i healed okay from the initial injury but during heavy lifting activities or anything involving my shoulder it would aggravate the injury. then i got another heavy lifting job and the injury was severely aggravated again after not bothering me for months. i decided to go through workers comp and the dr told me to work and continuing to work through immense pain (i informed the dr how severe the pain was) aggravated the injury SO MUCH that it has stayed with me this long. previous aggravations of the injury would heal within a week but because i was forced to work because my doctor restrictions held more weight than my present experience, now i have a severe physical disability and chronic pain.

i have relived the injury so many times, re-experiencing the physical trauma. and the emotional trauma from having to justify and defend my pain to my managers, health care professionals, fucking insurance agents. my insurance bitch wouldn't listen to me when i wanted to go back to the doctors so they could change my work restrictions because lifting 15 lbs was incredibly painful for me, i could barely move my arm without severe throbbing pain. she wouldn't shut up about the process and only listened when i was having a full on melt down in my car outside of the clinic. fully sobbing and screaming in my car because no one is taking my pain seriously. she finally approved it and insisted that it "wouldn't matter" bc all she cares about is the case and if the company will be held liable. but getting more severe work restrictions saved me from extreme pain.

then i had another full on sobbing melt down in front of my supervisor and manager which is an autistic person's worst nightmare. this one was because i was put into work that i was pressured into agreeing to that technically didn't fit into my dr restrictions and i was in severe pain still. i told my supervisor that my injury was really painful today so i would be icing it. he said that was fine and that i could do so for as long as i need. i did that and then he confronted me and said i was doing so for too long. i rushed away and burst into tears and sobbed in the bathroom because my pain was so extreme and i was so frustrated with people not being clear and feeling like no one was considering my pain. masking pain is such a traumatic and prevelant narrative in my autistic ass life. but this insane physical pain was just too difficult and i felt so weak and pathetic and i was sobbing for like over an hour while trying to talk through this with my manager and the supervisor. the supervisor was taking it personally but i just keep saying that it's because i'm in so much pain. my manager was actually quite sweet and understanding about it because she had been through an incredibly painful injury as well.

pain is really like... if you haven't experienced it to a certain degree, it's just conceptual to you. you really can't understand it unless you've felt its horror.

anyway being autistic and injured in a workplace sucks. it also fucking sucks being disabled with a special sting that it's a work injury that is legally complicated so the lawsuit is taking forever and who knows if i'll ever see the end of it. i really hope i will. these are free lawyers so they kinda don't care but they do but it takes time i guess. gods. i just fucking hate capitalism so goddamn much.

i regret so hard not suing when i first was injured but my social anxiety and avoidance behavior kept me from it. if i had known how much it would have fucked me over in the long run i would have. not to mention the mountains of trauma i went through at that workplace. gods no wonder i've been unemployed for so long (well besides the disability that makes most work i qualify for impossible) i have so much goddamn work trauma. fuck.

i miss the good ole days of dining hall work. i didnt get paid much and didnt really talk to anyone but at least i wasn't experiencing the horrors.

on a brighter note the severity of the pain and disability is much less. i can cook, clean, carry some things, shower, get dressed, use the toilet, etc. with minor pain. i still feel severe pains after periods of lots of activity (lots of cleaning, moving around, cooking, driving, etc) and i can't carry heavy things with my left arm or extend it far for long. there is lots i can't do but i hope to do. maybe on the 3rd anniversary of the injury, i will have justice. i will be actively getting treatment. i hope this will be true. im glad that at least i finally did sue. i'm taking steps tho the journey is slow due to extreme avoidant behaviors (due to extreme burnout). day by day by day by day.

[littlebetesofeverything]

Welcome to Night Vale ep 1.

I did the intro to night vale first. (novels?) I will look up the site later since I have dissection lab after this. But onto episode 1 now!

I love the intro music right off the bat.

okay, dog park that does not allow dogs? creepy.

10ft tall angels? friendly angels and one is black. My SPN history is tingling.

I feel like the scientist is just Doc Brown moving in.

helicoptors that are surveilling and are color-coded? Ummm. screams?

I like how the jet just blinks in and out of basketball practice and then gets blamed on the rival school.

ah the scientist is Carlos. I feel like I remember something about that name and the narrator describes him in both good and bad terms so idk how to feel. Oops never mind, the narrator has a crush.

a new harbor? I thought they were in the middle of a desert so this was almost the most normal thing I'd heard so far. Thank you narrator for reminding me. Lol, wait for a flash flood, great idea my dude.

Sticker fundraiser? I love the message on them lol.

Carlos has a team now? okay cool. should I take a shot for how many times his perfect hair is mentioned?

ohhh, I like the music change. human souls being attacked sounds interesting.

lights above Arby's sounds like a normal thing to me lol. the invaders are cool people I promise.

seismic shifts but no movement sounds like a fun time. submit insurance claim? cool fraud idea

Ghost cars sound like something from Doctor Who.

Song time! it's so cute. wait... this is not a fun song I think. Is this some subliminal messaging for help?

The sun set 10 minutes late? Maybe your clock is wrong Carlos. Yes, we do need the sun but it has its own schedule thank you.

angel hierarchy? please tell me more, if I have to go back to my SPN rabbit hole I want to get more lore dammit.

his opinion on how to die best is hilarious.

A new city? ohhh I like this.

Again, i want a count of how many times Carlos is called perfect. The comparisons are amazing and I want to say that the narrator's thirst is real.

Ok, overall I really liked this! The vibe is chill but the spooky is pretty rad. Definitely gonna listen to the next one. Which will probably be a new thing to decompress after lectures now.

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Bug

Media BBC Accused

Character Jake Murry

Couple Jake X Reader

Rating Cute

Concept New Car

I was beyond excited as I stood on the porch step eagerly waiting. I had my little black boots, my space leggings, my little cropped t-shirt with a pattern of interlocking black and white cats and then my little pinafore black pinafore dress, my handbag over my side. I was ecstatic when I heard the sound of a small engine I peered down the street about to burst.

I heard the sound get closer so I did as he asked in our texts and covered my eyes with my hands waiting as I heard the sound of a car pull up and an engine silence "tada!" I heard Jake smile immediately I dropped my hands seeing him at the end of my gate with a cute little blue car 

"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed bolting down my path and over the gate to give him a hug "it's adorable!"

"I know!" He smiled quickly matching my almost bouncing energy as we were both so freaking excited 

"Jake it's amazing" I smiled looking around taking a better look he had the keys in hand Still so walked me around the car

"It is a 1.6, three door. With a newly replaced clutch and gear box" he explained 

"Such a pretty blue"

"It's called midnight blue metallic and I've already bought a little container of the correct paint based on the colour code in the door"

"Good thinking" I smiled 

"And it has all the like high end racing kit on it"

"Awwww my little boy racer" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss "may I?" I asked

"Course it has the button" he smiled coming and opening the boot for me 

"Oooooohhh nice space" 

"Yeah spare weeks under here. And plenty of space I mean for a while 38 centimeters of floor space in here, and that's before folding the back seats" 

"Ohh they fold?"

"They do. Gives us plenty of space for our camping trips" he suggested 

"Ohhh" I giggled "very nice" I smiled as we continued around "I guess you fold the front?"

"Yeah you click this button then fold the front seats down to climb in the back" he explained before coming and opening the Bonnet "she's beautiful"

"She?"

"Yeah thought I'd call her midnight given the colour and all"

"No," I giggled "little bug"

"Why?"

"The numberplate."

"Damn it. You're right. Okay bug. Little bug" he smiled 

"How much?" I giggled carefully

"Six fourty. With a brand new MOT"

"Ooooohh that's a good deal" I smiled "insurance"

He sighed a moment "you don't wanna know" 

"Come on tell me"

"Eight ninety five."

"Christ alive! That's more then the car"

"I know. But can't drive it without insurance so" he sighed "and I have to have the little black box in for the first year"

"Yeah well that's pretty common now isn't it?"

"Unfortunately so" 

"What does the box do?"

"Tracks my miles, tracks my speed, where I go, what time I go. Feeds it back to my insurance company. And my mum" he explained

"Well I'm still very very proud of you Jake" I smiled giving him a cuddle 

"Aww thank you" he Cooes "so? Shall we?"

"Of course!" I smiled he happily took me to the passenger side and opened the door side 

"Milady" he Cooes

"Thank you sir" I smiled giving him a kiss as I climbed in setting my bag on the backseat as he climbed in the driver's seat "cosy"

"Yeah I got one of those little bear plane air freshener things, ohh and I got you a little pillow for the passenger seat" he smiled getting the small pillow from the back seat and setting it behind me

"You didn't have to do that"

"Well its your seat. I want you to be cosy my little passenger princess" he Cooes 

"I like your duck" I giggled seeing the little duck wearing a helmet on the dashboard

"Yeah he's my dashboard duck he head bangs when we go fast," he explained starting up the car and we drove around for a while

"So… I was thinking. My mum isn't expecting me back till tonight" he Cooes stroking my thigh 

"Okay?"

"So maybe we could… you know"

"We could?"

"We could. We could take my nice new car and. Do the thing" he smirked 

"Really?"

"Yeah? If you want to"

"I'd like too" 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

"Yes! To KFC!" He smiled immediately scampering the little car off down the road.

[xkryst4lm3thx]

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my brother drives swerving carefully jarring slapstick to remind u poke thru holes life is so silly im in this here vehicle big two ton metal machine zoomy zoom rickety wagon hold on tight buckle up and parking can we look for where to park so hey guys and Haha so hey is there a park where should i park and there’s a spot right there never mind fire hydrant ok wait so let’s park and so now we have to park and now i like to drive this way jolting fast whippit so my friends know what an aries sun cancer moon leo rising feels like and cuz if u overthink it u mess it up gotta blackwhiteout gotta go faster fast ur missing something arent u forgetting something dont u want her dont u need him dont u want to feel good even better even more than the sky can contain do u know the tasks do not end or only prosper do u have change to spare do u have insurance do u want to sign up to subscribe to the unsubscribing and check the box on the dotted precipice i miss all of them too much we do right so wrong it wasnt good enough and vice versa and so we look at the tops of buildings under car seats looking for pieces of their eyes hungry satiating filibuster lacquer just talk until they tire spin out dont u wanna read and talk and care and listen and kiss and lick the knife clean as the ship tanks full throttle coral reef ramshackle like run ur finger along the gate during the sunset walk when she’s behind u close but not too close taking a photo taking a deep breath over how we’re doing this thing together that no one else is inside of everyone is just a bot NPC right now they could be famous and we wouldnt ask for a photo we are the only photograph save for (with[in]) a blink then it’s yelling happy birthday merry christmas universal global sentimental collective unconscious rattles the filing cabinets of those tightened loose thread pulls all the ways words scribbles scratches the aching last ditch efforts of romance tiny giant window cracked pickup truck the blurry golden hour pictures of trashy girls so beautiful spikey long dyed two-toned hair shiny piercings red40 spirits concoctions bad good choices run it into the ground oh the pictures the images have u seen her have u seen me until it’s polar icecap i wanna be her no i wanna be with her no i want to be him no i dont want to Be so run away ascetic grift off the coast of brain cavity limejuice beaten pulp rings of saturn pestilence drunk off ancient words furrow the way she goes on and on microscopic detail breathing curtains reactions seemingly most mundane divot writhes into pole vault tilting kaleidoscope such that the agony breaks u free to wail over this confrontation sunday night again again it will end soon and far someday only and do you know wandering answer to pangs from all those wasted cold windy monologued days foggy glum toil suddenly u sense that sweaty wrestling loud broken boombox could rip sew meticulous combinations to a snow day thrill reprieve like mom n dad n cousins were eventually careless n ur best friends what could they say what could a stranger do to quench ur unruly blasphemous ailments girlboy gluttony unblinking stop drop roll into the inferno icecap walk-in fridge stained clothes worcester greasy nonslip steel toe menu receipts spit n sweat knock back too much brandy because well and do you know and so hey do you know that it’s only just only going to Go only whether u like it or feel it or not so only speak now forever curbstomp peace legacy rigid looseleaf left aligned scream fits til morning claws torpor into microchip USB email bathroom stall graffiti about hey and so hey yeah i didnt only get to tell u im so redacted so very redacted over ur only on 11 double triple quadruple revenue investment plan just might turn over in ur grave wonder when she walks in ur room when ur outta town u feel it needle ur forearm voodoo doll u think its bugbite dehydration i think we should get married before it’s too late only thrash the epicene with begrudgingly gesticular nonsense celebratory gagged because do you know that only love is just grief only do you

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obligatory post election personal vent post feel free to scroll

its like. after however fucking long of seeing people online pissing and screaming themselves about how having the barest fucking standards for a political candidate will condemn us all to a gruesome horrific fate. its just hard to motivate myself to the same level of sheer panic everyone else seems to be moving through

cuz being so fr this situation is literally identical to the state i was in like. 8 months ago

like the reason so many of us online were shaking people to fucking do something 8 months ago is because of the exact shit people are only now freaking out about.

like honestly. if anyone in my immediate circle dies in the next four years. its probably gonna be me! and that was as true in june as it is now!

for the individuals at the very bottom of the iron wheel of suffering, the material differences between the two candidates were next to nothing, because both hinged on grinding people like me up to prop up two technically-different but mostly-similar blocs of valued people. like my quality of life was never any important to biden, it wasnt to kamala, and it still wont be to trump. i cant work up the energy to have a genuine panic attack because i honestly exhausted those reserves ages ago

like. being so for real right now. addressed to a general audience and not current reader specifically. do any of you know how genuinely difficult it is to live like this? i already had no abortion access because abortions cost money and gas and there wasnt any insurance to use or cars to drive. i havent had access to critical life improving medication for 7 years, where it became blatantly obvious it was needed. when my entire world collapsed beneath my feet and one of my only remaining family members died and the resulting financial distress left the rest us floundering, there already wasnt a safety net beneath my feet. i was expected to be crushed. the fact that im still alive is probably a miracle.

the insurance we did have is currently exploiting a niche paperwork problem regarding having an insurance plan via family, so now there are two seperate insurance companies playing hot potato with medical visits either one of them could cover but both refuse to, leaving us saddled with stacking medical debt and a primary care provider whos pulled the plug on refilling prescriptions for medication because of it.

any person who could conceivably help us is across several state lines at the closest. we cant even receive deliveries because there isnt an address to send it to, including shit as simple as doordash. like thats the level of isolated here, where even if someone wanted to hand deliver food to us, they are simply unable to. theres no gas to drive for better signal or a computer with a printer, to drive to meet a beuracrat who knows how to qualify us for assistance. if im dysphoric and suicidal, theres genuinely nothing i can fuckin do about it. theres a high chance i have inherited intersex traits from my grandma that are causing health issues that i cant treat, and it wouldnt even matter if i was cis because you have to have the time money and ability to make multiple concurrent doctors visits.

i saw a post where someone was pissy that people voted based on gas prices when lives are at stake but what fucking world do you live in where gas doesnt determine if people live or die. you have to pick up insulin somehow right??

the truth of the matter is that the communities your fearmongering for have needed your health long LONG before this clownshow of an election rolled into the fucking circus and 90% of the people freaking out online dont have a fucking clue how to help. before trump got elected the first time around, me and mine were being left behind by people who couldnt value our health safety and wellbeing over the gas cost of being in a car for an hour. and that isnt even touching on the fact that for most of these years weve been isolated with a violent abuser that we only recently traded out for a different kind of homelessness.

kamala fucking harris wasnt going to keep me alive. she sure as shit wasnt going to help palestine stay alive. and when people pointed this shit out in a desperate plea to start the aid work EARLY, we got met with a fucking tide of blue maga shitheels openly fantasizing about republican death squads as just desserts for not kowtowing enough to a fucking imperialist. how can i panic now when my death sentence is the same as it was at the start of the year?

did anyone from those massive hurricanes actually get helped? could THEY vote? were they counted as important enough to meaningfully listen to for the sake of electoral power? you know the answer as well as i do.

i have more in common with a palestinian refugee, with a citizen in sudan, lebanon, ukraine, than i do with the people who use their names to avoid giving half a shit about their neighbor. the idea of writing them off as unavoidable casualties is just unimaginable to me. i have more in common with the indigenous survivors in my state than with the politicians who refuse to grant them human dignity. when was THAT gonna change.

my position under trump hasnt fundamentally changed. and its not because im so privelleged as to be shielded, but because im so vulnerable that i wasnt worth protecting even under a dem administration. and youd be a fool to think this is an isolated case. if i dont stand with my communities of color, with my fellow disabled isolated covid survivors, with my disenfranchised impoverished comrades, who the fuck will? certainly not the vast quantity of keyboard warriors blowing up twitter. if im bitter and tired i think i have a right to be. watching death come for my family on the heels of repeat covid infections on top of a lifetime of poverty induced medical neglect and seeing the people supposedly in my corner ask me to fucking throw them under the bus has been a ghoulish experience, all while refusing to listen to anyone else in my situation beg and plead for awareness and understanding to motivate them into meaningful action. that such depths of human suffering can exist and not even come close to the lowest of agonies capable of being experienced, shielded as thin as i am by the privellege of being white, is mindboggling. like were expendable. always have been. there isnt any protection to be gotten from these administrations cuz our blood is meant to grease the wheels.

its gonna get worse. obviously. the thing is, it was always going to get worse. it was always gonna try and kill me and mine. obviously im going to try to survive, what else can i do, but there was never even a mirage shimmer of safety for a lot of us. acting like kamala harris was some uniformly better option is just cruel. of course we need your help now but at some point you have to stop and think about why you only start caring about the people underneath the wheel when it looks like itll be your turn. because all it really does is make us wonder: would you still try to save us if you werent worried about yourself? and the answer were hearing, from your derision and hatred and cruelty, is a resounding no

idk how to end this. its a long ass vent. im tired and im gonna try and eat sometime tomorrow, and hope climate change doesnt try to kill me cuz i wouldnt be able to stop it in this condition