#now i'm in bed upstairs instead of in sleeping in the basement

[softandwildx]

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[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! ♥️ Whether you have a special someone, you don't have someone, or spend today with family instead, that's all right! Have fun! Be sure to love yourself too! Not just today, but every day!

Yay! The second chapter! Writing this chapter made me feel so giddy inside! Perfect for today! Hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 2: Hoverchocs

Sunlight beamed into the window as the sun greeted the town. The clock tower chimed loudly to signal the start of the day. Yin groaned softly in his sleep. He opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. He saw the sunlight peaking through the window, making him smile sleepily.

The bedroom door opened, and there stood Noodle. The sight of her made Yin sit up and jump out of the bed and jog over to her, his socked feet making the wood creak just a little.

"Noodle. Thank goodness! Where were you? You didn't come back to the room." He said worriedly.

"Mrs. Scrubbit caught me. I spent the night inside the coup." Noodle replied, looking to the side.

Yin frowned and gave Noodle a hug. The girl hugged back after a few seconds. "I'm so sorry, Noodle. I wish I could do something for you." He told her.

Noodle shook her head. "Just you being here makes me feel better." She admits.

Yin smiled softly at the girl and patted the top of her head; an action Noodle welcomed. "Do you have the laundry wagon ready?" He asked. Noodle smiled. "Always do. Now come on. You don't want to miss your boyfriend." She teased as she turned to leave.

Yin felt his cheeks warm up with embarrassment. "H-he's not my boyfriend." He stuttered out. Noodle giggled at her flustered friend and left to go down to the basement where the laundry room was.

After composing himself, Yin slipped his boots on and quietly walked towards the front lobby. He knew Mrs. Scrubbit was busy checking her own rooms that her staff were not allowed to use. Bleacher was outside doing roll call. He got to the dumb waiter and slipped inside before pushing the button to take him down to the laundry room. Once he was down there, he slipped out, just in time to see the other workers coming in.

"Yin! How's it going, dear? Find yourself a man yet?" Piper Benz asked the boy with a teasing but sweet tone, clasping his hand in hers before giving it a shake. She was a no-nonsense kind of woman, but she had a playful side to her too; a combination Yin liked.

Yin chuckled, waving off the playful comment. "No, not yet."

"Yeah, right. I'm taking him to see someone in the Gallery Gourmet when I take the laundry out." Noodle told the workers.

Yin blushed in embarrassment. "Noodle!"

The workers all clapped, saying their praises, and Piper whistled at the news. Abacus chuckled. "That's great to hear. My dear boy is growing up." He said, patting Yin's shoulder. Yin chuckled, accepting the gesture. He loved Abacus Crunch; he treated him like a son. When he found out he liked boys, Abacus supported him and wished him luck in finding his soulmate.

Lottie Bell only gave Yin a smile. He gave her a soft smile in return. She wasn't a talker, but he knew she meant well.

"Ready to go, Yin?" Noodle asked, pulling out the wagon. Yin nodded and walked over to the dumb waiter.

"Good luck, Yin. Hopefully, he's better than my partner from my third marriage." Chucklesworth said jokingly. Larry Chucklesworth was an amateur comedian. His jokes were mostly a hit or miss for Yin. But this time, Yin chuckled a bit, feeling excited, "Thank you, Larry."

Everyone waved at Yin as he slipped into the dumb waiter, holding a laundry bag. Yin waved back to them before pushing the button to take him up.

Noodle waved at her fellow workers, who waved back. She pulled the wagon upstairs to the main lobby and stopped at the dumbwaiter. Once the door opened, Yin, now inside the laundry bag, sneakily fell into the wagon carefully; landing with a soft thud. Noodle then took the wagon out of the wash house and went the way she normally would. Once the wash house was out of sight, she switched routes and stopped in a small alleyway.

"Coast is clear." She whispered to Yin.

Yin peeked his head out of the bag; an adorable action that made Noodle giggle. Yin pulled himself out of the wagon. "Works every time." He said, fixing his clothes.

"Yeah, yeah. Now, come on, so you don't miss your boyfriend." Noodle teased as she started to pull the wagon again.

Yin let out an embarrassed whine. "Again, he's not my boyfriend."

The two walked towards the gates that led to the Gallery Gourmet. They were already open, and people were there already, crowding in front of a shop that is vacant. Yin couldn't help but hop on his toes excitedly as he searched for a familiar magenta coat and brown top hat. Anything that reminded him of the pretty magician.

"There he is!" Noodle pointed to where Mr. Wonka was. He was standing in front of the big crowd in front of the same shop he stopped at when Yin first saw him, talking to the audience in a very animated way. Yin felt his excitement grow at the sight of him.

"Go! Go to him!" Noodle encouraged.

Yin nodded before looking at Noodle. "How do I look?" He asked, his arms stretched out at his sides. Noodle looked him over, before smiling.

"You look handsome. Don't worry, you'll do great. Just be yourself. Your endearing, cheerful, and optimistic self." Noodle reassured.

Yin bit his bottom lip shyly at her words, fiddling with the bracelet around his right wrist. He gave her a nod before smiling softly and walked towards the adorable chocolate entrepreneur, just as he started to play a tune on a small whistle like instrument and started to sing.

🎵In a jungle near Mumbai

There's a little hoverfly

Whose wings go at a thousand flaps a second, that's no lie

These microscopic fleas

Like chocolate more than leaves

And when asked nicely, lay precisely one little egg in each of these🎵

As he sang, he removed his top hat and pulled out a clear glass jar filled with colorful oval shaped chocolates. Yin's eyes widened as he tried to get a closer look.

Unbeknownst to everyone, three certain people were watching from their stores above.

🎵When it hatches from its shell

It gives a happy yell, "Woohoo!"

How thrilling to be living in a chocolate hotel

It beats its wings with glee

And then as you will see

The chocolate will levitate and float most gracefully🎵

Wonka danced around his stand, shaking the jar gently before going back to his post. Then, he opened the jar, and to everyone’s surprise, the chocolate, as he said, started to levitate and float.

Yin gasped loudly at the amazing sight. He watched as the chocolates danced around in the air. As he did, he caught glimpses of the three members of the chocolate cartel but chose to ignore them to marvel at Wonka's creation.

🎵Well, there's chocolate

And there's chocolate

But only Wonka's makes your eyes pop out their sockelets

Put your hand into your pockelet

Get yourself some Wonka chocolate

Come now, I insist🎵

Wonka handed the jar to an audience member before he started to dance again. The chocolates danced and swirled above the crowd, eventually forming a fancy 'W'.

🎵You've never had chocolate like this

No, you've never had chocolate like this🎵

The chocolate flew back to the jar in Wonka's hand, and soon, all of them were back in the glass jar as Wonka finished his tune.

The crowd erupted into applause and words of praise and amazement. Yin was also clapping, hopping up and down while giggling. He took a glance at Noodle, who was also smiling in amazement. The two shared a smile before Yin turned his attention back to Wonka.

"Now, who wants to try one?" Wonka called out to the crowd. Many people raised their hands, including Yin, but then, an oh-so-familiar voice called out that made Yin tense up.

"I will."

Everyone turned their heads at the sound of the voice. The three best chocolate sellers emerged from the crowd to face Wonka. The atmosphere was tense now, but Wonka was starstrucked.

"M-mr. Slugworth, sir!" His voice filled with admiration. "Mr. Fickelgruber! And Mr. Prodnose!" He held his hand out for a handshake. "What an honor! Ever since I was a little- boy!" Wonka yelped as Slugworth squeezed his hand hard; it could've been considered bone-crushing. Wonka pulled away, laughing it off. "That's quite the handshake."

"It's a business handshake, Mr. Wonka. Lets people know I mean business." Slugworth replied.

'More like you look down on others.' Yin thought to himself.

Slugworth continued. "Now, come along, let's try one of these so-called 'Hoverchocs'."

Wonka offered the chocolate to the three businessmen. Everyone watched with bated breath as they popped them into their mouths. As they chewed, they struggled to hide their exquisite pleasure.

"Oh! It's not just chocolate, is it? There's... marshmallow." Slugworth spoke.

"That's right. Harvested from the mallow marshes of Peru." Wonka said dreamily.

'Marshmallow? That's rare! I don't think I've had a chocolate with marshmallow in it!' Yin thought to himself.

"And caramel. But-but it's - " Fickelgruber started, but Wonka finished for him.

"Salted. With the bittersweet tears of a Russian clown."

'Salted caramel is normal in chocolate but with tears of a Russian clown? What? Is that a joke? Who is this Mr. Wonka?' Yin thought.

"And is that? Surely not... Cherry?" Prodnose guessed.

"Cherry-picked by the pick of the cherry-pickers from the Imperial Gardens of Japan." Wonka answered with a smile.

'Marshmallow, salted caramel AND cherry?! What a combination! Wonka must really know his craft!' Yin thought to himself again.

The crowd themselves were also impressed and were whispering about the chocolate and Wonka.

Then, Slugworth spoke up, after composing himself, "Well then, Mr. Wonka, I've been in this business for a very long time. And I can safely say... that of all the chocolate I have ever tasted. This is without doubt... the absolute one hundred percent... worst!"

The crowd gasped at his words. Yin felt his anger rise. 'No way! He's lying! He clearly enjoyed it!'

But Wonka took it differently and yelled with excitement. "Whoo! There we have it, ladies and gentlemen! An endorsement from Mr. Slugworth-" He stopped, registering the words Slugworth spoke before turning back to them with a frown and a sad tone. "Wait, the worst?"

"We three are the fiercest of rivals, and yet we agree one thing. A good chocolate should be simple, plain, and complicated." Slugworth said as he walked to Wonka.

Fickelgruber stepped up as well. "And this with all its bells and whistles.." He chuckled a bit. "Well, it's just -"

"Weird." Prodnose finished.

Wonka frowned. "Oh! The shame! The terrible shame!"

Yin frowned, feeling his heart drop. He felt very bad for the precious and adorable young man. He was so excited to share his creation, only to have his idols crush his dreams. But of course, he didn't know that his idols were despicable people.

"Don't be downhearted, Mr. Wonka. So you're not a chocolatier. There are many other lines of business." Slugworth said with feigned encouragement.

Fickelgruber, however, obviously smirked and made a snide remark, "Although I'd avoid fashion!"

The crowd tittered at the jibe, but Yin was now fuming. He liked Wonka's fashion. He really wanted to give them a piece of his mind now. Insulting someone’s work and crushing their dreams is terrible, but commenting on someone's appearance was a new low. He went to push through the crowd to confront the despicable businessmen until he looked at Wonka and stopped.

Wonka had a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, I don't mean it's a shame for me. It's a shame for you."

Slugworth looked at Wonka. "Excuse me?"

"If you thought the chocolate was weird, you're going to hate what happens next."

Just as he said that, Slugworth started to rise up into the air, shocking him and everyone else except for Wonka.

"What's happening? What's going on?" Slugworth asked, getting nervous.

"That's the hoverfly. It's broken out of its cocoon, and it's flapping its wings like billy-o." Wonka replied.

Fickelgruber and Prodnose started floating along with Slugworth. Prodnose flipped upside down, sending his wig falling to the ground. Willy picks it up and throws it back to him.

The crowd was laughing and marveling at the effects of the Hoverchoc.

"You mean a fly's doing this?" Fickelgruber asked, shocked by this development.

"Yes, but don't worry, it'll be completely unharmed. In about twenty minutes, it'll get tired and exit through your rear!" He yelled to them as he watched the three float up higher.

"You what?!" Fickelgruber exclaimed.

"He means we're going to fart them out of our botties!" Prodnose replied to Fickelgruber.

"I know what he meant!" Fickelgruber exclaimed in annoyance.

"You're off your rocker, Wonka! Who in their right mind would want a chocolate that makes you fly?!" Slugworth exclaimed.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Wonka opened the glass jar. "Who's for a Hoverchoc?!" The chocolate flew up into the air again as the crowd clamored to get a piece. "One sovereign a piece!"

Wonka thanked the various customers as they paid for the chocolate and started to float up into the air as well. Everyone, whether floating or on the ground, were laughing and watching with awe at the spectacle.

Yin was laughing joyfully, jumping up and down on his feet. He took a glance at Noodle and saw she was smiling widely as she watched the people fly up into the air. They looked at each other and shared a big smile. Noodle swore that she never saw Yin smile so widely.

Yin then saw Noodle turn back to the crowd and watch her wave to someone. He turned back, still smiling with joy, seeing someone was looking at him.

It was Mr. Wonka.

The beautiful chocolatier was looking at him. At him! Wonka smiled and tipped his hat to Yin.

Yin felt a blush blossom onto his cheeks. He giggled at the man and, in a moment of playfulness, bowed at the waist to the top hat wearing man.

When he looked up again from the bow, he saw Wonka was chuckling, his smile bigger than the one he had just moments ago. This caused Yin to giggle once more.

But before he could walk up to him and personally introduce himself, he heard whistles going off. The police were here.

"Excuse me, Yin." The familiar voice of Officer Affable broke Yin out of his trance, and he took one more glance at Wonka before running towards Noodle, still smiling like a kid on Christmas.

Yin hasn't smiled so widely in years.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Meat and Greet 3: I'd fuck you

Warnings: murder, smut, oral sex (m and f receiving)

Part 2 Part 4

An: yes more smut lol, smut below the cut! Also Spencer in wig and makeup!! 🤭

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I awoke, not feeling the warmth of Spencers body I sat up slowly. I noticed I still didn't have the hand cuffs on. I sat there in bed for a minute letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, and secretly hopeing Spencer would come back to bed. I stayed sitting on the bed for a moment or two after my eyes adjust to the darkness then I decided to get out of bed and decided to explore abit.

I exited the room and looked around I could see the bathroom ware Spencer and I had showered, besides the bathroom and the bedroom I had slept there were a few other doors on the upstairs of the house. I assume they are other bedrooms and decide to go down the wooden stairs.

I reach the bottom and I immediately see the living room ware I passed out in, a little off to the side I see the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and there's a door, I put my ear to it and hear talking it sounds like it's coming from a far away hallway or maybe a... basement! As I come to the realization it's most likely a basement I hear screaming coming from the other side of the door.

I slowly grab the handle and begin to as quietly as possible open the door. I see more stairs and a faint light coming from the bottom. I take a deep breath before beginning another descent down steps.

The screams become louder and louder as I reach the bottom and I peek around the agape door way. I watch as a man tied up in a chair wiggles and squirms attempting to brake free from his restraints. I notice he has blood running down his face and body. Before I can get to deep into thought, Spencer comes into my line of view. He is now wareing a pair of jeans and a long blonde wig? Spencer got closer to the tied up man I note Spencer has a knife in hand as he slits the man's throat.

I gasp loudly and I watch as Spencers head snaps my way. He's face soffen. And with this lighting I can tell he is also wareing lipstick and eyeshadow. "How was your sleep my love?" He asks not sounding bothered by the dead person sitting not even a foot away from him. I dont respond instead I back away from him shock and horror very prominent on my face. He drops the knife and walks towards me. Im frozen in place I can't move. He gets right in front of me. "Don't be scared love." He reaches his hand to coress my cheek and I flinch away from his touch. "I would never hurt you" he reassures me. "I just saw you kill a man Spencer how do I know if I'm not gonna be next?" I say my eyes welling up with tears. "Oh love I could never hurt you! He was a pervert that prayed on young girls. I would never do that to you I love you!" He pulls me in to his embrace also covering me in the still warm and sticky blood. l hug him back and we stand there for a bit before I speak again, "so whats with the wig and makeup?" I giggle while wipeing my tears. Spencer laughs. "Well I just kind do this when I killing." "why?" "Do you not like it?" Spencer questions. "No! I actually like it..." I blush. "Oh, do you like when I ware make-up?" He traes. I feel my face get more red.He started to kiss me, pushing me up against the wall behind me, then He kissed my neck and all the way down until he was in- between my thighs

He looked up at me, his eyes so full of lust that I could feel myself getting wetter. He lifted my leg and put it on his shoulder, then pushed his tongue inside of me. "Ohhhh God, "I moaned as he licked my clit

He sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I grabbed onto his hair (well the wig) and pulled him closer to me. He slid two fingers into me and started fucking me harder and faster.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came hard, screaming his name as I did.I opened my eyes slowly, still trying to catch my breath. His head was resting against my thigh, but his hand was still buried inside of me.

He looked up at me, smiling. "That was amazing." He said. "But we're not done yet." He pulled me off the wall and took my spot. "Come here." I walked towards him, still feeling a little dizzy from the orgasm.

He was now in front of me and motioned for me to kneel in front of him. "Now it's your turn."

I smiled at him and knelt down in front of him. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it. It was already rock hard. "You know what to do." I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth.

I ran my tongue around the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Then I licked down the entire length, taking more into my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him. I knew he liked it when I deepthroated him.

I kept sucking him, making sure not to forget any part of him. I wanted to make him cum fast. I didn't want to stop. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started moving them up and down.

I could hear him breathing heavily. I increased my speed and heard him gasp. I knew he was about to cum. I sucked even harder and felt him tense up. He let out a loud groan and filled my mouth with his cum.

I swallowed every drop. After he was finished, I looked up at him. "I love you." He smiled at me. "I love you too."

[pbandjesse]

I hate how finite my energy is. It's incredibly frustrating. Like my mornings are actually pretty good!! Just it's like as soon as I eat something, the actual of digesting seems to start to zap my energy. That's my working theory anyway.

It was to warm in here last night. It's entirely to warm for the last days of October. My allergies did improve and I was able to sleep a little more comfortably.

I slept until 9. And I felt fine. I didn't particularly want to get up. But I really wanted to wash my hair. So I forced myself up. And while the shower warmed up I trimmed my bangs a little bit I could probably do more. The shower was nice though and I felt a lot nicer after.

I just dressed in a T-shirt dress today. I didn't go anywhere. I just tried to focus on getting some stuff done.

When I got downstairs I made sure Crabcake was eating his breakfast. And had the egg sandwich James left for me. And got into working on my projects.

First up trying to clean the bathroom. I couldn't do much with the tub but I sprayed everything down. I went downstairs and tidied up the cords in the living room. Move the living room fan to the basement. Got one of the large bags of cotton. And brought our bed pillows downstairs.

I cut those open and restuffed them. They had all gotten so flat. They are much nicer now. I am going to sew them closed but decided not to just in case they felt to full later.

I had planned on working on frog leg for the plushies but it just didn't happen. Hopefully tomorrow. Instead I spent the rest of the morning working on my puff quilt.

I got all the horizontal rows done. Just the verticals left. I am going to add at least one more row but I really think I'm the future I will add more. I still would like it to be 12x12. But right now it lives as 9x10. It was nice to just having a long video playing while I sewed. I kept telling myself, just one more. But I would work through all 4 rows in about two hours. Felt good to get all of that done.

Once that was fine I had the rest of my nachos for lunch. I was really already starting to lose steam. Any amount of focus I had to do stuff was leaving me at mid day.

I tried to go upstairs to take the shelves down in the babyroom but the screws were stripped and I immediately felt defeated. James would fix it later through muscle. I had to take a half hour lay down just to get myself back on track.

I started painting in there. Around the windows and the baseboard. I was disappointed to find two of my old paintbrushes were all dried out. I guess they got forgotten about when James painted the hallway doors. I'm not mad at them but I was sad about it. They got me two new brushes though so that was nice of them. I would work for about an hour. It would have been easier if the furniture was farther from the wall but I did what I could.

Around 2 I had a snack. Spilled cereal milk on myself and felt very dumb. I cleaned up and ate my cereal. And went upstairs to lay down.

I would hang out in bed until around 3. When I fell asleep. Hardcore nap. I didn't wake up until 530!!

I was expecting James to be home when I woke up but no such luck. Apparently they had been in an all staff meeting at 330 until 530 and we're finishing just as I woke up. I went downstairs to wait for them.

I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And soon James was home. They weren't thrilled about being home and hour later then expected. They brought me a package (I got stickers! And a couple gifts for others) and our newly repaired watches! Amazing.

James made pizza dough and would get on a call with friends. I didn't particularly want to eat. My stomach hurt. I came upstairs but James still brought me pizza. I had a little bit but I was just uncomfortable so I brought the rest downstairs to save.

Eventually James would come upstairs to hang with me. We watched TikToks. I just took a shower and now I'm having a yogurt.

Trying very hard to not be nervous about tomorrow. It's our 20 week anatomy scan. And it's Halloween!! I really hope baby is okay in there. I am trying my best to remain positive but also. Scared.

So give me some good vibes. I love you all. And hopefully tomorrow is just a wonderful day. Goodnight my friends.

[liunnarieisfree]

◇Author × Ben Clark◇

Warning; Horror and creepy

Insanity is the only way out.

It's been months since the time that we went to Savannah where everything started. If only I knew that it would turn out this way, I would've chosen to sleep in my bed rather than go to Savannah. That place is curse.

"HEY!" I jolted from where I was standing when that voice came out of nowhere.

I heard Aiden laugh because of my reaction. Where did he get all that energy from? Is he not tired from dealing with those Phantoms? Because I am.

I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. I look around looking for that one person who's mostly sane in our group, unlike his cousin.

"Looking for Ben?" Aiden asked.

Obviously, yes. But instead of saying that, I just nodded my head in response.

"He's kind of sick because of those sleepless nights that we had." He said.

"He's having a fever?" I asked.

"Yup." He said with a nod.

Before I could even think properly, I immediately turned around and started walking myself out of the school.

"HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Aiden shouted and calling my name.

"To your house." I said, I'm not sure if he heard it, but I don't seem to care.

It took me half an hour to arrive at Aiden's house and I immediately knock at the door hoping that Ben would open it but a few minutes have passed and no one open the door so I decided to twist the door knob hoping that it's not lock. My prayer is answered because the door is not locked, and I walk myself freely inside.

I look around the house, hoping that I'll see Ben.

"Ben! Where are you?" I shouted his name, but when I didn't hear any answer from him, I decided to walk around the house and look for him.

I'm close to Aiden's family because Aiden's mother is my mom's best friend. So, Aiden and I grew up with each other, but I didn't know Ben until recently when he decided to live with Aiden's family. After years of being close with him and his family, there's only one thing that I'm sure at. Their family is no different from mine.

I kept on walking around, hoping that I'll see him, but there's still no sign of him being in here. I went upstairs to knock at Aiden's room, but still no response, same with Ben's room. I've been walking around the house looking for him for half an hour now and I still couldn't find him.

The more time that I spent looking for him, the more I felt fear. I've been feeling this lately to the point that it keeps bugging me, and I couldn't just ignore it.

There's still one room that I haven't gone into and I don't even know if it's safe to go in there because Aiden's family kept telling me that it's the only room I'm not allowed to enter.

I'm not sure if he's in there, but I'm hoping that I'll see him already. I heaved a sigh before walking my way downstairs, which led me towards the basement. The stairs kept on making a sound while I was walking, and that didn't help me at all because it just made me think of those horror movies. I swear if I died in here, I'd cry out of embarrassment because that's the most stupid way to go.

The stairs lead me to a dark wooden door that looks so much older than Aiden's house. I don't know if that's possible. I gather all the courage that I have within me to twist the rusty door knob.

Oh, please help me.

The room is dark because there's no sign of light in here, but my eyes immediately adjust on the dark. Perks of being in a phantom realm.

I look around, hoping that I'll see Ben, but I can't see anything except boxes and papers that are scattered on the floor. This room is filled with dust as if it's not clean for so many years.

I walk around the room looking for him, but there's something that caught my attention. There's an object that's covered with a white blanket, and so out of curiosity, I walk towards it and remove the blanket that is covering the object. As I removed the blanket, dust immediately flew in my direction, which made me cough.

And it shocked me to see a cylinder looking machine. I haven't seen any like this before, so I thought maybe it's just being invented.

While I was busy looking at the machine in front of me, I froze at my place when I heard a static sound like a TV being opened. I felt shivers run through my spine, and I couldn't move. I took a lot of my courage to turn around and look.

And that's the most dumbest thing that I've ever done for today.

The TV is on, and it shows a woman trapped inside of a cylinder machine that looks exactly the same with the machine that's beside me right now. The woman is shouting and laughing at the same time, like she's losing her mind, but she looks more like a phantom in a person's body. But what's at the TV is not something that I should be concerned about. It's the person that is standing beside it.

I saw Ben standing beside the TV with a wide smile on his face, showing his white teeth while his eyes were wide open, looking directly at me. He looks exactly like the woman on the TV. He looks like a phantom.

I was frozen at my spot, and I couldn't move nor utter a single word. My mind keeps telling me to run because the Ben that is in front of me now is not the Ben that I'm looking for.

"Liunnarie." That's the first time that I've heard him speak because he never does that. I never heard him talk. Not even once. Not until now. And the sound of his voice is scratching my brain because he doesn't sound like a person. This is far from what I expected his voice to be. He sounds like a phantom rather than a person.

And that's when I confirm it. It's a phantom that's standing in front of me and not Ben.

[levinssword]

as an adult, do you ever look back on random parts of your childhood and realize "Wow that's not normal" or "wow that wasn't actually okay" ? because like

when I was a kid and we lived in a trailer court my mom n her husband had a bed in their bedroom to sleep on but like, they gave me a camping air mattress that had a hole in it that would deflate by the time I woke up, so I'd blow it up every night and put it on top of a pile of dirty clothes to sleep on, bc it would be flat by the time I woke up? that's how I slept from middle school to the start of high school when my mom divorced her husband and we moved to a drug town with her new bf and they had a bed there I slept on. My coworker asked me if my mom her husband let me sleep in their bed when they were gone but like... no? her husband was drunk whenever he was off work and had their bedroom door locked, sometimes my mom would sleep out in the living room on the sofa. If I tried to sleep on the sofa, I'd get yelled at because "I shouldn't be watching TV / be up this late" which never made sense to me bc I never had the tv on lol?

My bedroom roof was also leaking water, and the ceiling began to crumble / get covered in mold and I had to get hospitalized for this bc I have really bad asthma and the mold was destroying my lungs but I still had to sleep in that bedroom bc I couldn't sleep in the living room?

Then like, in highschool when we lived in the shitty drug town, the house we lived in AGAIN my rooms roof started to leak water and again developed really bad black mold and I got another really bad case of lung damage bc again, asmtha + mold doesn't work well? This time I was allowed to sleep in the living room on the floor but it was hard bc my mom n her bf would be watching tv til really late at night or her bf was smoking weed / playing video games all night when I had school in the morning, if I complained I got yelled at djfkasfd like IDK how I was supposed to win there? At least this time they did eventually fix the ceiling and then I could move back into my room

Then now I'm thinking more again and like, when I was first diagnosed with asthma when I was like 5 or 6, it was bc I was sleeping in the basement at my grandparents house and the ??? environment down there caused me to have my first asthma attack and everyone was upstairs, while I was down there super late at night and I had to crawl up the stairs to try and get help, its one of the like, most vivid memories I have of my childhood I remember pulling myself up one step at a time before I made it to the top of the staircase and ( presumably lost consciousness ) , the next thing I remember was waking up in a dark room at the hospital on some breathing machine thing LOL

After my asthma diagnosis I got this breathing machine and it helped a lot, but thats around the time I was taken to move in with my mother and her husband in their apartment. Both of them were chain smokers so the apartment was just full of smoke so much you could see it in the room? when they found out that the smoking was affecting my asthma ( obviously ) their repsonse was like, instead of going outside to smoke or maybe not smoke as much or ... anyhting lol, they stapled a bedsheet over my door to "keep the smoke out" and i was told to stay in my room or go outside when they were home, so I just went outside alone unsupervised for hours, or stayed in my room until I was told to come eat food LOL? I also could count the amount of times I used my breathing machine on my hands, bc once it ran out of refills they never got more and they just put it on the top shelf of the closet and then it was never used again. Later on I remember going to the pawn shop with my mom to pawn it off

I'm just unpacking a lot tonight this may be part of the reason I

a: refuse to sleep on anything but my bed, which is a pillow top that everyone gives me shit about bc its "too soft and bad for my back"

b: visceral disgust being anywhere near smokers

[horce-divorce]

Update for interested parties: the last few days were frought, the situation in Wisconsin was not what we had hoped it would be at all once we got here, and it ended up not working out. Too many people with not enough space and too many clashing needs. it ended up feeling very unsafe for everyone.

We're staying with a different friend instead now, and today their mom/owner of the property not only said we could stay here for the winter if we need to, but also was scheming to try and find us a pop-up trailer this morning which we were totally blown away by, she's wonderful. We still want the kind of mobility where we could take off again at a moments notice, so I'm sorting that out, but we're with friends and thankfully not in a rush to leave again anytime soon.

i'm not sure if a camper is what we'll end up with. It isn't quite as stealthy as i'd like (if we need to urban camp at all it doesnt really work), but it would certainly add a lot of space and be more than doable, and Bel really liked the idea. If that doesn't work out, I'll look at trading our current vehicle for a used camper van in a comparable price range. I've never done that before but I have time to do research.

Thanks to the donations this week, we were able to fill the tank and get Bels meds on the way out here, which was such a huge relief. That gives us at least another month to try to find a prescriber for another refill. We also got a great haul from the food pantry out here, which was fun because the lady we're staying with actually runs it and it's inside an abandoned building.

the pantry was already in the building when it wasn't abandoned. my friend's mom took it over and was allowed to keep it in its original space, but everyone else moved out. My friend had the keys, so they took us in thru the back and this series of totally unlit, crowded corridors with random appliances, furniture, books and clothes, all of it donated. it was one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had. I asked to go back to take more pictures, which is why the 2nd pic is lit better.

Their house is also really cool. It's an old farmhouse, much bigger, with fewer people here, and we have a proper room upstairs rather than in an unfinished basement. there's a super comfy bed in here, too. I actually haven't had back pain in the morning here, for the first time since my surgery in May!

Also, absolutely wild shit in the world of drugs: nary a weed dealer to be found in this area, because delta 8 has completely taken over the market. I was deeply unimpressed when I tried it a few years ago, but my friend got us a live resin hhc/cbd/cbg/thcp cartridge and........... I am stoned. Like PROPERLY stoned. I haven't been this properly stoned since like 2013. It does kinda give me a headache, but it also helps the pain and gives me munchies and helps me sleep just like real weed. I even remembered my dreams a bit better than with d9.

Anyway I'm very grateful for my queer community today, for my friends mom who has come to my rescue more times than my own mom, and for everyone who's been invested, sending us money, advice, locations to scope out, items, and links; everyone who's been reblogging; and even everyone who's just listening to us talk and post, watching quietly from the sidelines.

We still have to go retrieve the rest of our stuff from the last place (on Monday), and things always change in an instant. We still have a lot of complex feelings, and this week was especially hard for Bellamy. He's never been through all this before this year, and the 19th was the anniversary of his worst trauma, losing the only good and loving person in his life 6 years ago. To be kicked out specifically on that anniversary was brutal. it made me wish I'd never brought him here. I really thought we'd be better off with that friend than on our own for the winter, and I made a mistake.

But we will still be okay. For now, we aren't alone, we're with good friends in a safe place, we've got food and meds and gas. We even have another place to stay if we change our minds. We check in with each other and process our feelings multiple times per day. It's still hard to get used to coming and going all the time; we stay in one place just long enough to get comfy and then we take off again, which is never long enough form a routine. So we're trying to learn how to do that for ourselves, based on our own needs, rather than around the location. But we're getting used to that, and each other's habits. When I go out to the car for supplies it smells like home in there.

It's hard feeling like we don't belong anywhere, like strangers care more about our wellbeing than our actual families. My dad did give us the car, and six months of insurance. He even renewed my license for me. But neither of my parents checks in on me, asks where we are or how we're doing. My mom seems to be getting more reactionary in her old age; not only did my transition cause a rift between us, she's now doubling down on trying to "cure" my autistic cousin when she knows that for both of us (and for Bel), our autism is a source of pride. She knows my disabilities and neurodivergence are what started this housing instability 10 years ago. She knows my health has been worsening. She doesn't text or call. All of you following this story on here know more about how and where we are than she does.

But times like this show us who our real friends and family are, and it's not the people who've left us to our own devices out here. It's everyone who's been stepping in to ask, "How are you doing? Can I send you anything? Do you need to talk? I love you. I want you to make it." The random guy we met hiking who never told us his name but who told us, "I hope you guys thrive. I really do." It's everyone who's sent us another $10 for our supplies because I haven't spent long enough in one spot to get any work done. It's the people who have never even met us before who offered to take Bel's cats indefinitely, or to let us come stay with them across the country. It's everyone who's pitching together to buy us more time when we need it. Everyone who sees us and bears witness and feels something about it.

At the end of the day, we sort of are choosing this lifestyle; if we wanted out, we would have to stay in one place longer than winter, get jobs, save money, find our own housing. But we kind of don't. Despite the hardships, despite what this journey is revealing about ourselves and the people we thought we could trust, we feel like it suits us to live out of the car. We go where we want, when we want. We don't have to answer to anyone else's schedule. If we want to go south or west when it's cold and visit our friends, all we need is the gas money and the OK to come over. We love the woods and we love living out there. It feels distant and lonely sometimes, but so right. We like getting to bounce around and meet each other's people. We want to see the old growth and the redwoods and the mountains and the seaside and the grand canyon. We want to go to Cuba and Vietnam and Iceland and Denmark. Maybe our health won't allow for us to do absolutely everything we want, but working underpaid jobs and paying rent absolutely won't allow for it. We have a better chance at our dreams now. We can lose our place to stay again and be fine and just keep going; it's not the end of the world. It's what we planned on doing, anyway. No big deal.

Living in the car has already allowed us to do more and have more adventures in just 3 months than we did in 2 whole years of us both being housed. We do have a lot to process emotionally and there's a lot on our plates; it's hard, and we do need a lot of help. It's not always good. Not having access to the internet when we're running out of money and gas and food; not having anywhere to bathe; having to go long distances to collect water even when we're not feeling well; losing things because i put them in the wrong place and drove off; that doesn't even begin to scratch on converting the car for stealth camping, choosing our routes and places to scope for campsites in new areas, or trying to figure out which supplies would actually be more helpful and cost effective in the long run.

But it's still not really any worse than the rat race to stay employed and be good renters. It's just different. And after 10 years of housing instability, and waiting for something to change, it hasn't. I'm growing more and finding more peace by just leaning into it. Trauma and bullshit never ends. Life doesn't ever stop for you so you can think about what just happened; there's never gonna be a perfect, calm time for you to digest everything and then move on strengthened and changed for the next main event. You have to learn how to do all that and keep living no matter what bullshit is ongoing. That's what "rolling with the punches" means. The punches dont stop, you learn to expect them, you move with them. I cant put my life on hold just because I'm homeless. It's not stopping me from doing the things I want. It's not stopping me from being the kind of guy I aim to be, or from making the kinds of choices i want. My life before did that.

Tl;dr thank you for all your help and concern this week, we made it to a different space and are taking some time to breathe. We are feeling more than a bit bruised, this week has been awfully triggering, but we also feel very held right now and we have space to calm down. For another few days at least, it's gonna be okay.

✨️🛸✌️

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Open up your loving arms - Chapter 1: A necessary change

Astarion asks Gale about cleaning out the unused spaces of their tower house to give Tav and Shadowheart some personal space. The wizard agrees and the vampire spawn sets to work. Shenanigans occur and plans are made.

Notes:

This is self-indulgent domestic fluff. I want this little bunch of weirdos to be happy. They deserve it. This fic mostly drives my post-canon headcanon forwards regarding character study/development.

Three other fics (Tav’s gift, The sight of spring & Of demons and monsters) are mentioned.

Also, long story short; Tav’s married to Astarion, Gale and Shadowheart. Astarion and Gale are married. Halsin’s Tav’s and Shadowheart’s additional lover. They’re in a closed polyamorous relationship, except for Halsin who apparently sleeps his way through all of Faerûn.

"I've been thinking, darling, and I got to the conclusion that we need some changes."

Perplexed, Gale looked up from the pile of papers he was marking to look at his husband.

"Uhm, alright. What do you have in mind, dear?"

"Well..." Astarion sat down on the edge of the desk. "We all live in your tower for six years now, but it's still mostly your home. You stuff's everywhere and the rest of us don't really have any space for ourselves. I mean sure, I have the basement bedroom, but that started out as a necessity before Tav gifted me the Ring of the Sun-Walker. Our darling bard composes in the living room and Shadowheart stores all her belongings under her bed because there's no other option. They have no room for themselves even though we have two upper floors, but those are filled with your knickknacks. Thus, I think we must clean out the clutter to make room, don't you agree?"

Gale kept silent for a second, too stunned to speak. Then, he finally replied: "You're right. It would be unfair of me to take up so much space as if you're merely guests. I have to admit that I accumulated a rather impressive collection of items. I have no time to go through it all though. Teaching takes up all my time."

"I'm aware," said Astarion, tenderly running a hair through the wizard's long hair. "That's why I volunteer to do it instead. I'll set aside all the things that you might like to keep so that you can look at it later. What do you think, hm?"

"Alright," answered Gale tentatively. "But don't throw anything important away."

"I promise," smiled the vampire spawn and stole a kiss from him.

With a deep sigh, the wizard went back to his work while Astarion made his way upstairs. The first upper floor was overstuffed with unused furniture, paintings, sculptures, taxidermied animals, dozens of boxes, and a thick layer of dust. Astarion sneezed dramatically.

"Gale, darling? Can you come upstairs for a moment and get rid of all the dust?" he shouted.

It didn't take long for the wizard to appear on the tread and utter a spell to comply to his husband's wishes. Smiling, Astarion kissed him.

"Thank you, darling."

"You're welcome. Do you need anything else, or can I go back to finish marking my students' papers?"

"That's all for now. Take care."

"Mhm. You too."

While Gale walked downstairs, Astarion set to work. He decided to pile everything that Gale had to look through in one corner and everything they'd keep on the opposite side. Determined, he started to sort out all of Gale's stuff – of which there was a lot. Astarion wondered how a single person could accumulate so much stuff over the span of only two decades. Wrinkling his nose, he placed all the taxidermied creatures in the pile that he considered garbage. They were creeping him out and he hated the stare of their dead glass eyes. The vampire spawn worked his way through piles and piles of old clothing, the wizard's huge collection of fancy boots, all types of knickknacks, and hundreds of books that had neither made it onto the shelves in the living room, Gale's study, nor the library upstairs. Who needs this many books anyway? Astarion had mercy though and stacked them all on the spiral staircase that led to the second upper floor which contained an observatory with the mentioned library. On the rooftop was an abandoned greenhouse. He was pleasantly surprised when he found multiple, high-quality fabrics in the dusty chests, boxes, and drawers, putting them all aside for later use. Then, the vampire spawn discovered the chests that they'd filled with all their belongings and souvenirs from their journey that had started everything. Smiling, Astarion opened them, reminiscing about their tadpole-caused adventure. Shadowheart had kept her armour, some blue-silver tableware that she'd collected in Shar's temple, and, of course, the Astral Prism. The vampire spawn took the spiky artefact into his hand to look at it closely. It had been such an important item back then, decisive of life and death. Now, it was just a useless piece of junk that held memories. Carefully, he put it back and closed Shadowheart's chest. Tav's contained multiple instruments as well as some weird souvenirs she'd collected wherever they'd ended up. Astarion snickered at his wife's eccentric taste, examining the small Selûne statue the bard had nicked from the secret room underneath the Last Light Inn. To nobody’s surprise, Gale's chest was stuffed full with even more books, alchemistic ingredients, and some glowing crystals he'd found in the Underdark. None of Astarion's belongings were stored up here since he kept his few possessions in his basement room. He was the only one other than Gale who actually had his own space to do so.

There were two rooms on the first upper floor and the vampire spawn was determined to clean them out for Tav and Shadowheart so that they also had some personal space in the tower house.

Astarion kept working without a break. As a vampire, in combination with his Elven heritage, he could go an entire week without sleep or reverie before feeling any side effects. When he rested every day, he albeit seemed more alive and less undead, according to his spouses. Thus, Astarion usually joined them in bed, even if it was just for show and snuggles. Over the two decades under Cazador, he'd forgotten that he was a cuddler, but now, he'd rediscovered that about himself. It made him happy because it meant that he was another step closer to his true self again.

When Astarion finally broke out of his trance-like focus on cleaning because he was hungry, it was the next day already. Noon, according to the sun. The vampire spawn stretched and yawn before making his way downstairs. To his surprise, he found Tav in the living room with Volo, chatting over tea and biscuits.

"Ah, my friend!" exclaimed Volo jolly. "It's splendid to see you."

Astarion bristled, but smiled politely, replying: "The pleasure's mine. But you must excuse me, I have to fetch a meal."

"Glory," uttered Volo, looking a tad uncomfortable, and the vampire spawn grinned in victory.

Tav hid her amused smile behind her teacup. While Astarion went to the kitchen to heat up a jug of blood from the butcher, the bard and the writer continued their conversation. The vampire spawn curiously eavesdropped, but was quickly bored by the topic of different writing styles, and the pros and cons of flowery language instead of sticking to the truth. He drank the blood, grumpy due to its animalistic taste, and went back to his project.

Two days later, Astarion guided Shadowheart upstairs, giddy with excitement. He pushed open the door to the room right across the staircase and pulled the cleric inside by her hand.

"We live here for six years now and you never had a space for yourself," he explained to her. "Gale and I decided that this room's yours. Here, you can keep all your things, work on your speeches for the temple, hold meetings with the other priestesses, and so on. This is yours now."

Shadowheart was speechless, looking around the empty room in awe.

"Really? Are you sure?" she finally got out. "You know I'm content the way it is, but this... this is amazing!"

"Yes, this is yours. We all deserve some privacy. You can decorated it however you want. I just kept the bureau and inherent shelves in here because they fit perfectly into the nook here, but you can change it if you want ," smiled Astarion.

"No, no, it's perfect," replied Shadowheart. She twirled around her own axis with a bubbly laugh. "All it needs is some fresh white paint. I'll set up a small altar for Selûne in the corner over there and I'll need a table and some seating possibilities too. – Oh! And here –" Shadowheart gestured at the wall with the door. "– is the perfect place to hang all my pressed flowers I got from Halsin. Just give me a moment!"

Giddy with childlike excitement, she rushed out of the room and downstairs. Astarion chuckled to himself, incredibly pleased about the cleric's reaction. He'd never admit it, but it made him happy to make her happy. Shadowheart returned quickly, carrying a wooden crate which was filled with Halsin's gifts. Each perfectly pressed dry flower was preserved and kept save behind a double-sided delicate glass frame. Flowers from all over Faerûn, thoughtfully collected by the druid on his journeys. It was something special, something Shadowheart cherished, and every time, she received another one, she blushed in excitement and joy, kissing Halsin passionately. It warmed Astarion's undead heart to see her this way. Finally free from Shar's torments. She deserved happiness and peace. They all did. Smiling softly, Astarion listened to Shadowheart's rambling and helped her figuring out the perfect composition of the frames on the wall.

When Gale arrived at home after a long day of teaching, Shadowheart couldn't contain her excitement and gratitude. She hugged the wizard and showed him what she'd planned to do with the room. With one sweeping arm movement, Gale freshened up the paint in the room and got rid of the dust that had been hiding under all the stored items.

The next day, Astarion helped Shadowheart furnish her room and hang up the pressed flowers in a pretty arrangement. The cleric decided to use a low table and fitting chairs from Gale's unused furniture collection in her room. All that was missing now, was a bed that could also been used as a sofa. They planned to go on the hunt for it on the weekends. Astarion and Shadowheart looked around the cosy room, pleased with their hard work.

"Thank you," smiled the latter. "Thank you for this. For everything."

She pulled Astarion into a hug and he wrapped his arms around her happily. When they finally let go of each other, the cleric got up on her tiptoes and kissed the vampire spawn.

"Thank you, Astarion," she repeated.

He smiled at her softly.

"Always."

[knight-of-moths]

---Heartfire, 2nd, 4E 201---

Another damned word wall.

The worst part is, and I've neglected to relay this in my previous entries, that the words make sense. That as I stare at them, eyes glazed over in a daze, I can read that word and speak it alone.

This one was the dovah word for kill. As it enters my mind, it feels thick and heavy, like a meal that just won't settle. It makes me feel ill, itchy. Like a presense entering my mind that I didn't allow.

And worst of all, I'm the only one that can see what's happening. They can't.

I can't sleep. I'm sorry to them, if they're tired, but we must press on.

In an old abandoned fort, Kastav I think. Infested with rogue warlocks and necromancers. At least it's decently warm in here, comepared to the outside.

I know they're both probably tired, and I am too, but it'll be a great place to find some good stuff for enchanting. Gotta get Gore that flaming sword somehow.

Sadly not as much here as I hoped for.

Came upon a cave. Stillborn cave, the boys tell me. Full of falmer, freezing cold.

I'm ignoring my problems.

Down the road there's mine, with a smelter outside! Very convenient, since my bag is getting a tad too full from all the junk I keep picking up to smelt. Next to a mine too, maybe I can find some good minerals in it.

Mine had a decent amount of iron ore in it! A good haul, all smelted for later usage.

Also, I now suddenly realize I have taken wrong turn somewhere, as we are in Winterhold instead of Dawnstar. It's easy enough to get from one to the other, but I feel a bit foolish for headding in such a wrong direction.

We've arrived at the Winterhold inn. I've rented a room, and I intend to relax. Hopefully I can get some privacy for, frankly, personal reasons.

I went and found a secluded spot in the inn's basement to, well, relieve myself, as it were. The entire time I just kept having vivid fantasties of varying things, of werewolves, of dragons.

And yet I can't get him out of my mind. I feel like I'm losing it.

As I came upstairs he was sat in the chair across from the bed I rented. An oddity, he's usually in the main room or at the bar itself, drinking mead. Maybe he doesn't like this inn?

Maybe he's there for me.

Gods I feel ill. Mara give me strength.

[struggling-to-be-healthy]

February 22, 2023

I was going to Dash today, but it was freezing rain so I didn't. When picking Billy up I ended up getting a fish sandwich and fries. It was so good. I haven't had fried fish in a long time. So, no blue dot. That's okay though.

I got 25 minutes of cardio in for the Fitblr Games and finished off our bird dogs and up downs. I also got my steps. My knee isn't hurting as bad as it has been. Maybe I just need to be more active instead of keeping off of it? Who knows. I hate being 30.

I'm feeling pretty lonely tonight. At 7, Lace said she was tired and went upstairs. It's now 11:30 and I can hear her and Aaron laughing and watching t.v. That's fine, just tell me the truth. This has been happening a lot lately. It's like she doesn't really want to hang out with me anymore. We used to eat dinner and watch t.v. or play games until she was ready to go to bed.

Earlier, I came up from the basement after doing some exercises to help her with dinner. I was about 5 minutes after she started. She got really shitty with me for no reason. This also happens a lot. I offered to help and she said no so I just let it go. I went to the store to grab some garlic powder and my prescription. When I came back she was fine. She just makes me feel like shit sometimes.

Billy went to bed about 10:30 even though he doesn't work until 11:30 tomorrow morning. So I'm just sitting here watching House feeling sorry for myself.

If anyone wants to talk feel free to send me a message. I haven't been sleeping well so I'll probably be up awhile. Most of my followers are probably asleep, though.

*Bonus picture of Swin when I got back from taking Billy to work at 5 a.m.

[jodilin65]

Ugh, another nightmare—this one particularly worrisome. We were living in a large house, with the bedrooms upstairs and a basement below. The lock on the door was broken, and when Andy wandered in and woke me up, I was far from happy.

Tom wasn't home. Eventually, I got out of bed and found that I had received some strange texts. I wasn't sure if they were direct threats against me or a warning from someone else about threats to my life. I was a bit nervous but not truly worried until I received a phone call from a woman with an English accent. She told me they wanted to beat me up. I had no idea who "they" were or why I was a target, but it seemed like it might have been a gang looking to make headlines with their violent crimes. I also didn't understand why the woman told me to get to the emergency room, but she did.

A split second later, Doc A appeared, wanting to check on me. I told her I was okay but started worrying about having to open the door to let her out, so I decided to arm myself. I searched for a knife but couldn't find a single one in the kitchen.

After I let her out, I closed the door, wishing we had fixed the broken lock sooner. I felt trapped, and genuine panic started to set in as I realized I had no means of escape. I wasn't sure if Tom could save me even if he was home. He might actually become a target as well if he were.

I woke from the dream knowing it meant trouble was ahead and couldn't fall back asleep for over an hour. I got up and told Tom about the dream, and he suggested maybe it meant I wasn't a candidate for the Inspire. I told him no—it was one of those dreams. Now, I just have to sit and wonder what it means until it happens and hope it's nothing too crazy. I swear I hate being psychic! It could be anything from my crown falling back out to getting sick to an infection to who knows what. I highly doubt I’ll get bad news from the glaucoma Doc I see in less than a month so I don’t know what it is.

When I awoke from the dream, I knew that Tom was going to be donating plasma and had a fleeting fear that something might be wrong, even though it was me they were after in the dream. I reached for my phone, checked the cam, and saw that the car was still there, which helped ease my mind a bit.

Last night, I noticed that my eyelashes seemed to touch my glasses when I blinked. I got up, looked in the mirror, and OMG, this stuff really does work! I couldn't see it in the regular mirror, but when I looked in the magnifying mirror, it was obvious that I have two really long lashes on my right side. Nothing new yet on the left side or lower lashes, but wow. Just wow. At first, I thought they were loose lashes, but when I tried to remove them, I realized they weren't loose at all. I don't know exactly what's in this stuff, but now I'm curious to see how long they'll get, even though I already have long eyelashes. Thicker would be nice instead. Head and body hairs definitely thin with age—at least mine did. I tried to take a decent picture of my lashes, but for some reason, I just can't get a clear shot. I'm going to try a shampoo with similar ingredients.

Since one of the lucky bamboos I had died and the other looks like it's on its way out, we got another trio of bamboos through Walmart. They came down from New York and look nice and healthy.

Anyway, I'm even more tired today because my sleep was broken up twice. We had a thunderstorm right as I was getting up, and we're in for rain over the next few days. I wonder how much more sleep I'll lose before I can catch up.

[lif3withm3ntalh3alth]

Born into a Shit Storm

*TriggerWarning* Funny enough I need to take you back before I was brought into this world kicking and screaming. It first starts with my Mum and Brother, my mum still lived with her Mum and Dad and had gotten pregnant by who we'll call Sperm Doner. He wasn't around when my Big Brother was born or most of his life in fact, sperm doners parents weren't happy about it and I guess Sperm Doner did everything Mummy and Daddy said, no matter how wrong they were. That's the story I was told.

My Mum then met my Dad when my brother was three. He loved and treated my brother as his own, taught him to ride a bike, to fish, to swim, he was the God Send and saint my mum wasn't looking for, but sure enough they fell in love, got engaged and decided to add to the family before marrying.

I was born on a sunny day in August early hours of the morning and a big brother six and a half years older then me. I was to be the only Girl on my Dads side and to live across the Road to my Nan and Grandad (My Dads Parents). I don't have much memory of my childhood, my memory's crap, due to the trauma I've suffered through my childhood, apparently it's a coping mechanism I wasn't aware of until my middle 20's, but before the age of seven I was blissfully unaware of the problems my family had and despite the dark cloud waiting to open up a shit storm I do have happy memories, I just wish I could remember them all.

So when did the turning point happen? Where did I realise something wasn't right? The day my Dad bruised me.

I know some parents in this world believe a smack is a reasonable form of punishment and I'd been smacked many times before and this was normal for me, especially cause I was a little terror as a child, but except... the bruise changed everything. I still remember the purple and blue hand print now, scorched in my brain.

It starts at around 17:30 the day before, my Dad comes home from work and my Mum slaving in the kitchen to provide her family with a meal. First thing my Dad always did is pick up the remote to the box shaped TV we had and searched for something to watch. That's when he decided War of the Worlds was a great film to start watching as his young children are playing downstairs waiting for Tea time.

My Mum pleaded with my Dad to turn it off and watch it another time, but Dad did what he wanted and screw anyone else who might stop him doing what he wants in his own home, I still remember now the Alien robots towering over buildings and picking up there victims, the last straw for me was when the claw comes through the window and searches for people in the house or basement ? I screamed and began to cry, convinced this was real. I already had trouble sleeping at night from nightmares and an overactive imagination and now this to add to the terrors that come when sleep is needed. I would like to say he turned it off and apologised and comforted me in what felt like real horror in front of my eyes, but instead my very tall Dad towered over me like the the aliens did and screamed for me to go upstairs. I remember begging him that I didn't want to be on my own, he grabbed me by my wrist, dragged me to the bottom of the stairs and told me to go up. I had no choice. I closed my curtains and curled up in the corner of my room on my bed.

I'm pretty sure that's the first time I had ever experienced a panic attack, I remember my body shaking uncontrollably, my clothes wet from tears and the noise of everything around me heightened. Every noise was a bullet, convincing me the end of the world was coming. Like I said, my imagination was great as a kid, but I was also gullible.

Then night came and it became a whole new kind of scary, I remember taking forever to get the courage to even come out my bedroom in case the claw was waiting for me, but I eventually did and pleaded with my parents to sleep with them. My Mums annoyance at my Dad for what he had done didn't help and after what felt like hours of crying and pleading, he snapped. He dragged me to my room, bent me over his knee and lowered my pants. I was kicking and screaming, knowing what was coming. *SMACK* this pain was different, it made my leg go dead this time. Like I said, I'd been smacked before, but this. THIS took my breathe away. I eventually cried myself to sleep and when I awoke, Mum was downstairs making my breakfast and Dad had gone to work. A new day and my friend was coming over for a bikini and paddling pool day, we'll call her Nadia. I rushed up stairs, got undressed and put on my bikini and as I slid my pink and white bottoms on they brushed over the back of my thigh and bum and I remember wincing. I turned to face my mirror and there it was, a purple and blue hand print.

I don't know why, maybe because I thought it was normal, maybe I was just a kid and all I could think about was the fun I was going to have, maybe it was my way of trying to forget, but I just went back to normal, like nothing happened. I didn't tell my mum, I didn't cry, I shrugged it off and came downstairs again, I ignored the whole thing and didn't say a word. My Mum eventually saw it and gasped my name and asked what I had done. I told her "I don't know" ignored her concerned face and greeted Nadia and started our tea party's and dipping in our VERY small pool.

My Dads car rolled up the driveway eventually and he sat down on the swing outside to take his shoes off, my Mum was on him like a fly on shit. "Have you seen this?" She spun me part way around and showed him the bruise, now slightly going green and yellow round the edges. "Yeah" I remember the confidence in his voice and the unconcerned look. "Well how did it happen?" at the time I generally thought my Mum was clueless, but now I think it was her way of confronting him. "I did" he smiled. HE SMILED. He was proud of it. I remember my face burning with embarrassment, Nadia had witnessed this and I wanted her to go home in that moment and never speak to me again. THAT. That was the moment I realised my family was different, that was the moment my life changed. Not the stupid Horror film, not the nightmares, not even the smack or bruise itself, it was that smile. My Mum quickly gave us some money and sent us the shops for sweets, I didn't cover my bruise or even mention it to Nadia again. I look back now and wished someone else had seen or wished Nadia had maybe told her parents and if she had, they would of done something. I also wish that was the last and only time I faced my Dads rath, but I can't. Maybe my life would of been different, maybe I wouldn't be writing my story down on a Tumblr blog that probably no one will read, but it didn't happen like that and I can only hope that what happened to me made me stronger. Thank you for reading.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 7a

*Warning: Adult Content*

War - Part 1

- Everett -

"Take me to bed?" Everett mutters to himself.

"Have I lost my fucking mind? Why did I say that? Why did I almost let him..."

Everett glances at the stairs leading into the basement for the hundredth time, wondering what's taking Knox so long to come back.

The movie he started is now at the midway point and it shouldn't take someone this long to move their motorcycle down the street.

Not unless something bad happened.

"Oh, no. What if..."

Everett hops off the bed and races upstairs as his thoughts take a dark turn.

He immediately inspects the ground for blood and a body once outside, silently praying the body doesn't belong to Knox.

It's frightening and alarming how close he feels to Knox while also hating everything about the man.

Maybe even closer than what he felt towards Shaun and they knew each other longer.

"Fuck. Did he just up and ditch me, then?" Everett questions after clearing his empty, spotless driveway of any crimes.

Eager for an explanation, he reaches for his cell phone, only to find it isn't in his pockets.

As he turns to head back into the house, his parents pull up and park.

They step out of the car and look as miserable as Everett feels on the inside.

"Did you come out here to greet us?" his father jokes.

Sarah gives a pitiful smile before scurrying into the house while clutching her stomach.

"I was, uh, just getting some fresh air," Everett lies. "Is there anything you need me to do for you guys?"

His father shakes his head.

"But if you could go back in time to prevent us from going to that damn restaurant, I'd really appreciate it."

"I'm afraid I haven't mastered that ability yet," Everett teases.

They head inside the house and go their separate ways.

When Everett locates his cell phone, he sends several texts Knox's way.

Hours pass without a reply, leaving Everett to assume the worst has definitely happened.

He doesn't sleep well that night, tosses and turns through the majority of it.

The little sleep he gets comes in the form of a terrifying nightmare, instead of Shaun being the one lying in a pool of red on the floor of Club Inferno, it's Knox.

But the pain doesn't end there.

The knot in Everett's chest expands when the nightmare switches to Knox's funeral.

Everett is the only one in attendance.

No one mourned for the man, no one showed up to send him off to the afterlife properly.

He entered this tragic world alone and that is also how he left it.

The next morning, Everett wakes with dried tears on his cheeks. 

He does a few breathing exercises before rolling out of bed, hoping his nerves will eventually calm.

He then checks his cell phone but much to his dismay, the messages with Knox remain the same as it did yesterday, unchanged.

Everett exhales a frustrated breath while marching to the bathroom for a shower.

If only he remembered the way back to The Fallen Angels clubhouse, he could 'borrow' his father's car to verify with his own eyes that Knox was still alive. 

"What has you frowning like you've lost your best friend?" his father asks during breakfast.

"More boy troubles," Everett answers while taking a seat at the kitchen table.

The bowl of cereal he made for himself suddenly looks a lot less appetizing when he picks up his spoon.

"I can't seem to stay out of it."

His father grunts and then glances over his newspaper to meet Everett's eyes.

"I remember the biker that came over here last week. The tall, skinny fellow with all those wild tattoos. Has he been giving you a hard time, or is it someone else? Either way, it's no problem for me to step in and handle it."

"Dad, calm down," Everett laughs, deciding to play along with Finn being the biker that's living rent free in his mind.

"Whatever you're imagining, I promise it isn't anything like that. Miscommunication is to blame but we'll get through it..."

Everett looks at his phone again, impatiently waiting for the text his heart knows isn't coming.

"Hopefully, anyway."

"Well, if you don't, I will happily dust off my pistol..."

"Dad."

"What? I have every right to look after my kid."

"I know, I know."

"I never get on you about the men you date but if I ever find out one of those assholes has hurt you in any type of way, then it's war." Everett smiles.

"Glad to know you're my ride or die. And for the record, the same thing goes for Sarah if she ever ends up breaking your heart."

"Let's pray neither of us ever has to step out of character like that."

His father laughs, then gets back to reading the news.

Everett spends the rest of the day moping around the house and blowing up Knox's number with more panicked texts, half of them cursing him out.

Relief doesn't come until after his father asks him to make a run to the grocery store, and outside he sees a familiar motorcycle speeding down the street.

The man riding the beast of a machine has a large, muscular build that makes Everett's stomach flop.

He nearly drops the car keys in his hand after the uninvited guest parks his in his driveway and removes his helmet, freeing long, tousled locks.

Grey eyes meet brown and Everett's cheeks instantly heat with a feeling that he shouldn't embrace.

Pure delight.

[pbandjesse]

I did not stay at camp tonight. I felt to bad. I am laying in my own bed and my head hurts and I'm to hot. But I am glad I came home. If I'm going to be lonely, I'd rather do it here.

I actually slept really well last night. I liked sleeping in the cabin. The AC could have been colder and I could use another pillow. But mostly I was really happy in there. Even if I missed James a lot

I would wash my face and brush my teeth. I decided that I'm just going to rinse my mouth in my one water bottle and then just wash it. Makes the most sense for now. I got dressed and felt cute. My hair seemed extra dirty?? Which was weird but fine. I would go to the office and use the dry shampoo in my desk later.

I was in a better mood today. I felt like I had a goal and would be able to accomplish things and would have an actual class so it would be great. And for the most part I was right.

I would head to the feild for flag. And it was nice to see people. But I knew I had a ton to do. I also had run over to the nurses bathroom where I discovered the weird photos of white people dressed like Native Americans were still up. Alexi thought they were changed out. So I would text Callie and we would go and investigate taking them down. Because they were literally screwed into the wall. So we would use her multi tool (mine wasn't in my backpack?? Weird) and took them down.

We went to the lodge for a little breakfast. Had terrible fat free milk boxes that we had to stab open and got everywhere. A milk disaster.

But then we were in the basement looking for new set to hang. We settled on two old pictures of camp. One of a building and one of a group of kids. We would go over to arts and crafts to find nails and a hammer. And then back to the bathroom to hang them up. And it's much better now.

It was a fun little task to start our day. We would both be very busy and wouldn't see each other much.

I would Go upstairs to get everything set up for my program. I decided that it would be best to do the tie-dye in low bins instead of doing it on tops because then I could keep all of the liquids in one place. So I walk down to the office to tell Heather my idea. That's also where I ran into Alexi who let me know that instead of doing one group in the Hacienda and one and arts and crafts we would do their program both in arts and crafts. Which I thought was a much better plan because then I wouldn't have to cart things all over the place and I could consolidate as needed.

So I went and talked to Heather and then went to the office to find two low bins in the attic. I was pretty sure they were up there and I was correct so I did not have to go all the way to yukon. And then I went back up to my building to get set up for real.

It didn't take me terribly long but I was very hot already. I am going to suffer so much this summer. I'm really glad I got this silly little bandana that you can soak in water and it has jelly beads in it and they hold the water and keep you cool when you wear it around your neck. I would wear it under my hair for a while like tied up like a bandana headband. But then for the rest of the day I would keep it around my neck with My Jesse ring that I got when I was in Disney. And I felt very camp and very cute.

I jokingly send James a picture of my outfit and said how am I supposed to know I look incredibly camp if you don't tell me before I leave for work. And they were like well good thing you do look incredibly camp. They are so sweet. They were doing a bike ride today to Delaware to meet Brooks to go to a baseball game. 80 miles they biked today. I'll just think that's so cool that they did that. But also why do they always pick days that are incredibly hot to do these very long bike rides. Makes me so nervous. And apparently at one point a cop stopped them because it was a unsafe part to go over the bridge because of construction and they drove James across and I just thought that was very sweet I guess not all cops are bastards. Lol.

I think that might be the first time in 13 years I've typed lol in a post. But it felt correct.

I would chill for a few minutes just to kind of catch my breath and cool off. I hung in the hammock for a little bit and waited for my first group to come at 10:00. I went down to the office to get some packages and clean up the table back at the building and then pretty soon Sarah and Dachelle were bringing the kids up.

This is a school with profoundly disabled children. And I've worked with them before at horses. But this is the first time I was doing an art project with them and they were great. First of all the adult helpers and one-on-ones were so funny. And everyone would get their T-shirt and everyone needed help but even the 101's needed my help so it was great everyone was helping each other. And I am so glad I did the bins because it made everything so much easier. We did have a little trouble maintaining the caps on my tie dye liquid. I think some got lost but they did a really good job and it was a lot of fun. And I really hope that all of their T-shirts come out really nice.

We would all make our own t-shirts as well. It was fun to just be part of the program. And I would unwrap and rewrap my about three times because I wanted to make sure I got a lot of the weight covered. And it was fun to show them like this is an example of what it could look like if you do it this way. But I think in the end of theirs are going to have a lot of weight in them just because they did not unwrap and rewrap.

Once they were done we still have plenty of time so some of them hung in the hammock some of them went up to the playground some of them went to stockade to play basketball. Some people just went for a little walk. Then it was just me Sarah and Abby who runs the program talking about camp and biking, I told them all about James. They told me about their co-worker who had gotten on a bike accident was in a coma for a while. But is biking again now. And while it was very hot out I was just having a really good time. It was a good day.

The days are just very long though and my next group would be at 12:45. So I didn't have a ton of time for lunch. Specifically because our lunch is at 12:30. Thankfully though James had packed me a lunch yesterday and I hadn't eaten it. I put it in my small fridge so I was able to say goodbye to the group once it was time for them to go get ready for their lunch. And I would take my soup to the office to eat and watch a video. And while I was down there I would also work on some lamination and some other small things for the unit programs.

But then it was time for me to go and meet the second group. And they were great. This group was very lively and very fun. And I learned from some mistakes from the morning group and I think it went even better. I got more of them to unroll and re-roll their shirts and Nick was their counselor at this time so he made a shirt too and it was his first time tie-dying so I thought that was very sweet. And then nurse Joan came up and she asked if I could make her one shirt too and I was like of course. And then a couple of the boys came up to get bracelet string and I was like hey if you can go find something to tie dye I got a bunch of extra liquid so they went down to the office and asked Heather and she said they could have a couple of the youth mediums that were from a few years ago that were white. And she asked for one too so we would all quickly tie dye their things and then they ran off to go do their programs but it was very sweet of them that they came up and did that. And then when my group was done I still have a lot of liquid left over and it's good for 72 hours so I told everyone that I could to come back with something to die on Thursday and it would still be good. So hopefully people take me up on that offer and it doesn't go to waste.

Once you're done we would clean up and they were great and they were very complimentary and they were like can we write you a review and I was like just tell Heather that you thought I was the best and they were like of course we're going to do that. And it just really boosted my mood my felt really good and helpful and I said I would just see them tomorrow for their next project. And I will probably still be the one leading it We will see what happens but I am glad I could be of assistance for their group.

Then I would head over to the lodge to let Elizabeth know that we were done because the plan was to do round robins to explain the programs and the new stuff to the staff members. So I would go up to the Adirondacks and meet with Sarah that we could explain the new program. And I was nervous because it's not all the way set up yet but it was set up enough that people could look at things. And I thought that that was good enough. And it was good to be able to introduce myself to everyone because there are some new people that I don't know yet.

And I thought we did a really good job. But it was very long. It was five groups that were 25 minutes each. Which is entirely too much time. And hearing feedback from others everyone said that every block was too much time and we should probably go down to 15 minutes because 25 is a lot to just explain a short program. We're being left with just about 10 minutes of sitting around time every single half hour and that is very draining.

But it was really nice meeting everyone and I think I did a really good job explaining purpose of the programs what their expectations are what the materials are and what the safety is. And that's really only wanted to get across to everyone but this is new and if something isn't working please let us know so that we can try to improve it because it's untested. And I really hope that we can figure that out together. I want them to feel like they have some agency in these programs even though I'm the one that wrote them and the office is the one that came up with the idea. I think in the end this should be all of our responsibility.

But man was I getting tired. I ran out of water after the first rotation and there's no spigot nearby so I just suffered. And the pollen back there was really bad. And I was doing most of the talking and we're just check with Sarah to make sure I wasn't missing anything. So I appreciated her support. Then by the last one I was just like this is it goes here's the info you can go now. And I knew that there was going to be an emergency drill after work so when me and Mariana were walking down to York shack talking I was like hey just chill with me here and help me start setting up for tomorrow because we're going to have to go to the field in like 10 minutes.

And Mariana was so helpful. She help me start cutting the clay for the seed bomb project tomorrow. And we would just chat about some of the nonsense that's been happening. I showed her that my straw got eaten by a mouse. I was very sad about that. And she was just a good ear for a little bit. She's very sweet. And we were in the middle of talking when the emergency drill started so they blew the horn three times and we were all to go to the field.

No one was really walking with any purpose because I think everyone knew it was a drill so it took us a little while to get to the field so that means we are absolutely going to be doing it a second time. And it was very much like okay this is what was expected of you be faster. And then everyone was off to the lodge.

Not me though I went up to arts and crafts to set up the seed bombs for tomorrow. I cut all of the clay into as many balls as I could and I separated the seeds out in the 10 container so that all the different kids will have their own and then I nature everything was ready and tidy and then I would kind of look at my space and try to figure out what was coming next and what I could focus on. And that turned out to be taking a little walk down to chat with Alexi at the lodge while they were doing some stuff. I did forget to put my shoes on and the gravel was very painful on my poor little feet. But honestly I think walking around the barefoot for a few minutes was nice even if the rocks hurt.

The projector is missing so I put my eyes on a couple places to see if I could find it but no luck. And I let Alexa know that I could not find it and then went back to the art building to get my shoes and my backpack because it had my condiments in it. I got my cup and then over to the office to chat with Heather about my plans for tomorrow. She complimented me on how well the program ran today. And I just let her know what the plans were for tomorrow which is a day off for everyone else so it will hopefully be more quiet and I will have my two programs with maiden choice and then I will be able to focus on hands on history and not feel so stressed. And she said that sounded like a great plan.

I went down to the lodge for dinner. I wasn't sure if I was going to stay the night but I told James that I would decide after dinner and I'm really glad I stayed to eat because I was very hungry. . And it allowed me to tell the chefs how much I appreciate their efforts again. They have a new plan on having all of the non-dietary food on the right and all dietary food restrictions on the left and she was like I'm going to train you guys to always know that that's where it is so that it does not become a question every single time. And I think that's a great idea but it does lead to the problem of the salad bar. So I think I need to put it back in the center like it used to be but that is a later idea and maybe tomorrow when it's calmer I can give the suggestion.

I ate dinner outside on the porch and chatted with a couple people. Mostly I was just enjoying being outside without it being a million million degrees. And the food was really good. So I went inside to let the cooks know how much I liked it and in doing so they also gave me a brownie which was very sweet of them. And then I checked in with Elizabeth and Alexi again to let them know my plan for tomorrow and in those moments I decided that yes I in fact was going home.

My head was hurting so bad. I was sure that was mostly cuz I was dehydrated and hot and dirty. I have a cut on my leg that is bothering me and my feet hurt and I just was so dirty. So so dirty. And I thought it would just be really nice to go home and take a very cold bath and just try to become as clean as possible. Just scrub every surface and wash my hair and shave my legs and just doin everything shower. And so that is exactly what I did.

Because I was leaving so late in the day though there was no traffic and my normal 47 to 50 minute commute was 33 minutes long. I was so happy. I got back here before 7:00 and I had a little trouble parking and I got scared so bad when I was parallel parking into a very small spot and the podcast I was listening to used a shattering glass sound effect and I thought I hit something just my heart sort of racing and it was just so scared. But I did not hit anything and I parked properly and I came inside and it took me 15 minutes to even take my backpack off because I was checking on sweet pea and crab cake. I was feeding everyone and putting things down and making sure everything was ready because Ruby the Roomba had sucked up a tote bag and I was just losing it but once everything was settled I came upstairs and I turn the air conditioner on and I ran a bath and I just got as clean as I could. And I feel so much better for doing so. Just the lowering my body temperature from that cool bath was a dream.

And since then I have been laying in bed. I'm having a popsicle now. Lime flavor. My fingernails are all stained from the tie dye so I'm considering painting them a dark color so I have to look at them. And I'm just relaxing.

I do miss James terribly. I really wish that they were here. But they'll be back in a couple hours from their baseball game. And I hope that they're just having a lot of fun.

In other news though I'm also texting Jess because she is in the ER because all day she was in so much extraordinary pain I was so worried about her and I really hope that they can figure out why she is hurting so bad because this is not normal. So hopefully she is okay and they can fix whatever's wrong. Quickly and efficiently. I do not like knowing that my best friend is in pain and she had to cancel her birthday trip because she was so worried about the pain that she's in. Sucks. Just keep her in your thoughts.

Now though I am going to put more lotion on my face and maybe paint my nails. Drink more water and wait for James to come home. I hope you all have a great night tonight. I love you all. Good night.

[writing-good-vibes]

get a load of this trainwreck: bonus content

a little extra from the "vincent has a breakdown" fic i wrote expanding on a tag i left. warning for angst but nothing major and the briefest mention of (prescription) drugs.

Bo always wakes up first, and after the turmoil of the night before, he isn't surprised when it takes Vincent even longer than usual to stir.

It's long after the haze of the morning as dispersed when Bo feels Vincent's breathing hitch with some form of alertness.

"Feel better this mornin'?" Bo mutters.

Vincent only shrugs, twisting the blanket up around his face, probably intending to just go back to sleep.

"Well, I'm gonna get up, but I'll be around the house," Bo promises. He rubs Vincent's shoulder and rolls out of bed. Vincent is still in his clothes from the day before. Bo stretches, the rough material of Vincent's clothes having left creases on his skin compared with the worn out pyjamas' he'd already been sleeping in when Vincent woke him up.

Vincent doesn't seem too offended by his leaving, so he creeps away, opening and closing the door as quietly as possible as to not disturb the fragile tranquillity of the room.

Once alone and, making his way down the hall, Bo lets out a sigh. Heavy and weary. Fuck, he thinks.

He tries to maintain at least some of his routine, get dressed and have a coffee at least, but he feels like he's working against an unseen clock and he has no idea when the countdown will come to an end.

Searching in one of the downstairs closets, he pushes aside boxes of junk and piles of coats and hats and scarves that they'd hidden away for the summer.

Beneath it all he finds a spare tool kit. He'd go down to the garage, but time is of the essence and he can't afford the brisk walk that he really wants right now.

Instead, he makes do with what he has, finding the screwdriver he is looking for and heading back upstairs.

He goes into the bathroom at the end of the hall and looks around. No immediate evidence of the night before. That is, until he sees the hairline crack in the mirror, splitting it almost evenly down the middle.

It's an easy enough job. Bo just unscrews the cabinet door at the hinges and takes the whole thing off. He steps back to look at it. Three small shelves of pill bottles and band aids and the ointment they use when their scars start acting up.

He does the same with the cabinet in the downstairs bathroom. Then he takes down the mirror in the living room and replaces it with a landscape -- he's pretty sure it's one of Vincent's own cast-offs that he used for practice but never really cared about.

That should do.

With the pressure gone, Bo hauls the three mirrors under his arm and sets off to the garage. The air is humid and he can feel his palms sweating against the silvered glass.

He stores them down in the basement. He thinks he ought to smash them, get rid of them entirely, but you never know when these things might come in handy.

[tasiawrites]

More Slashers with a Black!Fem!SO who just don't care

I'm not sorry 😐

You had been talking care of Brahms the doll for a while and you were pretty used to whatever the fuck was going on in the house

You took good care of the doll because these people were obviously mentally ill and you were being paid very well m̶o̶n̶e̶y̶ i̶s̶ m̶o̶n̶e̶y̶ h̶u̶n̶t̶y̶

One morning you woke up and you was not having it. You were tired because you didn't sleep well for shit and you were mad about it

Bestie it was Brahms like deadass he was just all over you in your sleep

Anyway you weren't dealing with that so you took the doll put it by the piano and we back to bed

You didn't even get to sleep for five minutes and you feel real uncomfortable look up and you see Brahms the doll on your bed looking at you

And surprisingly Brahms the person too. You looked at the doll and the masked man. The back to the doll.

You didn't even miss a beat and asked if he was hungry or sumn

When I tell you Brahms flew out of his skin, you weren't supposed to see him he didn't expect to be caught but he was. He nodded and just went out of the room and back into the walls to observe you

Oh well you umm have a roommate now ig🙂💀

Now how you ended up in the basement of the House Of Wax is between you and whatever God you do or don't believe in

He was waxing up one of your friends that you hadn't seen in a hot ass minute and you were just like oop-

Well then... You had seen some of his other works upstairs and by putting two and two together you assumed he was the artist.

You walked in and it caught his attention. He was fully alert in seconds.

You told him you could wait your turn and man was CONFUSED we ain't never did that before.

He tied you hands up just in case and you sat down very pretty for him

Your mouth started going off about how nice his art was and how you liked that stuff.

Your friend is being actively encased in hot was screaming for bloody murder and you're talking about that cool ass art teacher you had in highschool

He didn't end up killing you and after a while you met Bo. They had a big fight but you aren't dead so 😗

You didn't even want to go to the damn party but your friends had you going either way.

You left to go find a room to sleep in and by the time everyone had left you were sleeping so hard you were drooling a bit

And then boom all you hear is whatever her name is running through the house screaming bloody murder

I mean she was getting bloody murdered 💀

You stayed in the room for a while just to wake up a bit before you headed down the stairs

You observed the sexual tension Billy and Stu had with murdering whatever the girl name was (I deadass forgot and I'm too lazy to Google it because I didn't like her)

You grabbed the gun before the news reporter bitch Gale Witherspoon (bro I just hate the women in the movie and I know that's not her name leave me be)

She tried to talk you into giving it to her but you shot her in the head instead you were about to be on the winning side and her side was not.

Stu and Billy looked at you in a break neck speed you swear your heard a vertebrae crack.

Why are you encouraging murderers? You ended up helping them with their plans and I was wilding.

By the time y'all were done there was blood everywhere and you had two stab wounds that hurt more that your mamma dangling your hair with no water and anger her spirit

The police came long after you three passed out and you got away with murder

Can y'all tell this is unfinished and unedited? Either way, have fun