#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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[chaosandmarigolds]

(Did the poll say happiness and rainbows? Yeah but I’m having fun with my angst so here’s more! :) )

“No I want to see him.”

The officer looked at the man, who looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and she narrows her eyes, “As I had told you, sir, Mister Taylor asked for no visitors unless family. And are you related to Missus Taylor or Oliver?” The question was a mock because she knew the answer.

So, with a bite of a tongue Price relented, “Who’s your supervisor?”

“He’s out of office.”

“Fuckin- course he is. Where’s Riley?”

“Mister Riley is currently in questioning.”

Price frowned, “But you already questioned him.”

The officer shrugged, “Our lead detective thought it best to do a second round.”

“Then I want to speak to your lead detective.”

“You and everyone else, take a ticket.”

-

To say your hands were shaking would be an understatement, you had been sitting in Johnny’s car for a close to an hour and so far you probably lost half your body weight in tears. It seemed unreal, there was no way it was actually reality, after all you had been through. It was just….

You jolt when someone knocks on the glass window, only to see Eliza by the door and you let out breath, quickly getting out of the car and into her arms.

“T-they still have Simon in questioning and-and he’s not answering my calls-“

“I know, John’s taking care of it. Oh honey,” her voice was a bit rasped and she looks you over, “You look like a mess.”

Your chest heaves for air as you ramble to her, telling her about how they took you all to the station at four in the morning and how everything was working against your favor. You both sat on the curb outside, as Johnny’s car was an incubator, her arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders and hands holding the coffee she had gotten you.

“Johnny went-Johnny went to be with Ollie, they…they wouldn’t let me see him.”

Eliza scoffs at that, “Bastards. Keeping a child from his mother.”

—

In hindsight it wasn’t best idea.

However, it did do its job. What job was that? Who knew.

“Uh oh,” Ollie whispered from the other side of the conference table, looking to his biological father (who was currently doubled over while clutching his nose), “You made uncle soap maaad.”

“You fucking bitch!” Caleb practically screamed, “I’ll have your job!”

Johnny stood perfectly still for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure if he had just imagined he punched him or if it was reality and he then snapped into the situation, “Ah please, as i’ you go’ a job tha’s all high n mighty.”

It took about a minute before an officer came back in to check on everything, and thanks to a somewhat threatening stare Caleb had just said he got a bloody nose and everything was alright.

“Oliver, come on. We’re leaving.”

“But I don wanna go.”

With a tug and hoist Oliver was being carried on Caleb’s side, “Didn’t ask we have a flight to catch.”

-

“For the fucking millionth time she had Oliver when I met her.”

“According to these files Oliver was with his father.”

“Bullshit!!!” Simon snipped back, his anger growing with each second. Every file, data bank, Facebook post made it seem like Oliver lived with Caleb until he went ‘missing’ two weeks ago. “Look at the bank statements why would she pay insurance for a child she doesn’t even have?”

The detective sighed, “We did, Mister Riley, she’s not paying for any child’s health insurance.”

This was insane.

“Mister Riley, I am going to ask one final time: did you help Missus Taylor take her son?”

With a glare Simon leaned forward on the table, “Didn’t fucking take him, because he’s ’een here wit us for ‘is entire life.”

-

“Caleb?” You slowly move to stand up as you watch your ex husband carry your son out of the station, and within a millisecond your blood was cold, “Oliver?”

“Mommy!” The boy practically screeched at the sight of you, trying to pry himself away from the man’s grasp, “Mommy I don’t wanna go!”

Before you had the chance to get to the car Caleb was currently putting Oliver into, you were held back.

“Lassie, lassie easy-“

“Johnny let-let me go.”

Johnny, with close to zero effort, turns you to face him, “Leave it. It’s gonna be okay, go’ a plan yeah? Ollie’s gonna be in his bed tonight, promise.”

(Teehee, that’s all for now)

[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

[nightmarist]

There was a car crash right outside my house. I didn’t realize it was a car crash for a while.

I’m partially deaf plus use noise cancelling earbuds but I felt something shake the house. Took out my earbuds and heard a lady screaming absolute bloody murder, “help me please help me, someone help me” like Top of her lungs she sounds like she’s fucking dying.

My dad and I go to the front door. He didn’t let me go outside, he pushes it closed when I try to open it. I tried to call 911 and the cunt took my fucking phone so that I couldn’t and said it’s none of our business, that some lady screams like that once a month (???? Excuse me??? And you never bothered to call someone?)

I heard the neighbor come out and say she called 911. Got my phone back (wtf tho)

Cops right outside in no time which is expected, two of them live in the neighborhood. My dad’s now trying to talk to me about a tv show while my ear pressed on the front door so I can try to hear what is happening since he won’t let me look. I’m trying to look out the peep hole and my god he will Not leave me tf alone.

I start texting my best friend who is also my neighbor in the street behind me.

I hear the lady screaming “let me call my mom, please let me call my mom, im only 16, she’s my best friend” while very obviously crying. Cop says they’ll let her call her mom. I look out the peep hole and there’s like, six police cars plus a fire truck. There’s a cop car parked in my front yard like halfway in the gravel. Dad asks me if they hit the mailbox. I said idk im trying to see what’s happening.

He goes to watch tv and I try to look out the window, I see a car with the front end totally crunched up and the neighbors car flipped on its side. I can’t see much else bc the fire trucks in the way. Can’t tell if like. Anyone’s hurt besides that girl that was screaming, I hope/assume she was uninjured and just hit a parked car.

Dad comes back to talk to me about his tv show and I tell him there’s a car crash.

He takes me phone again and goes outside to like. Film it. And bring it to me and tells me to show it to him. So I do. He doesn’t like how it looks so he takes Another video. Then makes me show him and then tells me I have to send it to my friend. I say yeah sure just to get him to leave and he says no, he wants me to show him that I sent it.

So FFS I send my friend the video abd show my dad the message. My dad then tells me to email it to him so he can “watch it on the big screen” (????? wtf man)

So I do. Tell my friend all of that while im morbidly curious looking out the window to see if anyone’s hurt (it doesn’t seem like it, no ambulance and a couple people getting questioned by the cops)

My dad comes in and asks me if they hit our mailbox again I say no (i don’t actually know, I can’t see, I don’t really care about the mail box right now!) then he asks if they hit his car like four times. Man idk You went outside. I’m still a little freaked out by the girl screaming her lungs out a few minutes ago, you know.

Anyway. I said no. He then asks as like. A stupid joke. “Hey if my car gets hit while it’s in the drive way so I call my car insurance or my house insurance” and he explains “it’s funny because if im not driving it then it’s property which is house insurance. But it’s my car so do I call car insurance or house insurance?”

I say I don’t know, just call them both so you can figure it out. He gets Mad at me and tells me I don’t “get” it and storms off to watch his show.

My guy. Someone could have died right outside our fucking house. They are parked in our Gravel. I’m trying to figure out what is happening. Shut the fuck up.

God. Anyway. That was genuinely terrifying. Still not particularly well about it. Looks like no one’s hurt thankfully. They chained up the crunched car and towed it off. Dad’s been bugging me to go out and take a photo of the neighbors car. I’m literally about to become the joker.

[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.

[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.

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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