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fans4wga · 1 year ago

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Hi, I'm interested in organizing my fandom. Can you throw me some templates?

Absolutely yes! Some things have changed in recent weeks, so the top advice we can give you is to be flexible and adapt as you can. The needs of the picketers might change, so keep an eye on the news and the official WGA and SAG-AFTRA channels. Twitter is a good place to follow the union members on strike.

Also, don't feel the need to rush: there is plenty of time to build up a good foundation by talking to people in your fandom and testing the waters to see what people are prepared to do. Some fandoms just have more financial capability than others for whatever demographic reasons, or have more pro-union sentiment in the community. While you can't push anyone to do anything they're unwilling to do, you can find out what's possible and encourage interested people to get involved.

The next best advice we can give you is that this will require logistical skills; therefore, if possible, collect a small moderator team of trusted, responsible fandom friends with organization skills so it's not just you going at it alone. 3 people is probably adequate to start with, more if your organization expands.

I do recommend fandom organizers be at least somewhat active on both Twitter and Tumblr. That way, you can size up the big fandom accounts and figure out the best way to get the word out to your fandom on both sites. (If you have a mod team, you could even just have one person be your official Twitter liaison.)

Here are 3 methods to organize your fandom, and this applies to any fandom, so feel free to share this to whatever fandom group you want to get organized. Pick whichever method seems most feasible for your fandom, and go for it!

Method 1: Mod team assigns volunteers to shifts

Pros: very grassroots and non-hierarchical, can lead to the most consistent fandom support across time

Con: hardest to wrangle, and potentially more difficult for the shift-by-shift volunteers especially if individuals are difficult to reach online

Examples: The Star Trek Snack Squad, the OFMD Snackery

Claire Willett @/clairewillett on Twitter started the Star Trek Snack Squad back in the early days of the strike to get Star Trek fans organized. That's still a solid template to use, but will definitely require modifications. Link here (please make a copy to your own Google account/a throwaway if you'll be making it public and want to protect your identity)

How it works:

-You, the moderator, pick a specific picket location (all locations listed here) to target for delivery. (Since Stranger Things is a Netflix show, targeting Netflix makes sense; however, Netflix is already a very popular target location so maybe the other locations could use some love? I'll leave that to your discretion!)

-Moderators put out a call for volunteers. Make graphics, create a hashtag or catchy name, and get it boosted across the fandom as much as possible. Volunteers will then sign up (via an ask or a Google form, up to you—just make sure you keep track of who's volunteered and their Tumblr or Twitter username that must be open to DMs so people can talk to other people in their group.)

-Moderators organize 3-5 volunteers to a shift (morning or afternoon) on a specific date. It is then up to these volunteers to get talking and for one member to place a DoorDash/UberEats snacks/drinks order for delivery to the picket lines by pooling whatever money they can via Venmo or Paypal (the only international option). From $5 to $50, anything helps: it could be a case of Lacroix, it could be a whole meal for picketers. More instructions and ideas in the template.

-The template can be updated with new shifts until you run out of volunteers.

-If this method is a little overwhelming, fear not, there are other options!

Method 2: Single fundraiser on GoFundMe or PayPal Pools

Pros: Single place for money to go, very easy to set up and organize

Cons: Runs out of steam the fastest as a large monetary goal can seem daunting; money all goes to one place so there has to be a lot of transparency from the fundraiser.

Examples: Julie and the Phantoms hot dogs fundraiser, Lord of the Rings second breakfast (from SAG-AFTRA member Chelsea Schwartz's Ko-Fi); Our Flag Means Strike Paypal pool.

This is your basic fundraiser, which means the mods will have to decide how exactly the money will be used and how to have as much transparency as possible. Sometimes you're fundraising for a specific goal (taco truck at Amazon Studios, for instance). Sometimes you're pooling money to give to the Entertainment Community Fund. If you're looking for food truck options and don't know where to start, you can always reach out to people who have done the OFMD pooling here! From what I've seen, a food truck will generally cost around $3000 for a day, so plan accordingly.

[One possible fundraiser I haven't seen but would love to see is fandoms giving support to the Green Envelope Grocery Fund, which gives out $100 to people affected by the strikes specifically for groceries! So that's definitely an option as well.]

Method 3: Fandom auction for donations

If you're in a fandom that has any big-name writers/artists willing to chip in, you could organize an auction for commissions, with the proceeds going to the Entertainment Community Fund, the Green Envelope Grocery Fund or another WGA/SAG-AFTRA-related fund. As with the above, you'd need to be transparent as to where the money is going.

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A final note: Organizing any kind of action from scratch is hard, but thankfully people have walked this road before. You can always contact us, or the people at any of the above linked groups, with questions or advice.

It may also be helpful to remember that lots of people have done this before successfully. During the 2007-08 writers strike, the Battlestar Galactica and Whedonverse fandoms were instrumental in showing fan support for the WGA strike. (More on that here!)

Best of luck and feel free to shoot us any more organizing questions! Solidarity always.

#sag-aftra strike #fans4wga #wga strike #writers strike

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spooniechef · 10 months ago

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Emergency Calories - Potato Salad (0-1 spoon)

I've been largely out of spoons lately, with weather changes, unexpected absences at work and resulting overtime, and all associated pain flares making most things difficult to impossible. I'm feeling better at the moment, so the next few posts are going to involve how I've survived the last few weeks. Because aches or no aches, we still need to eat, and UberEats is too damn expensive for all the time (especially with gluten intolerances).

Now, I've spent a good portion of my adult life fucking up potato salad. Somehow, I thought it was just ... potatoes, mayonnaise, done. Except ... not quite, apparently, because the mayonnaise would always seem to separate and it was never quite right. So I eventually started looking up recipes to find the common thread that makes other people's potato salad work when mine didn't. Took a good bit of searching, but I finally found it: vinegar. Or lemon juice - something acidic, anyway. As well as adding a certain amount of tart zinginess to the potato salad, it also seems to keep the mayonnaise creamy and smooth even when refrigeraged a few days. So while I got recipes from a lot of sources, I've never strictly used any of them, preferring to figure out the best way to do it by guess and by gosh so I can just thow everything together without thinking about it too much. So I'll give a basic overview and some notes for potential additions to jazz it up a bit. The great thing about potato salad is its versatility. Plus, potatoes are relatively cheap.

Here's what you'll need:

~2lbs (or 1kg-ish) potatoes

~1 cup mayonnaise

~1-2 tablespoons vinegar

Additions to taste (see notes)

The easiest way to do this in terms of potatoes is use baby new potatoes, cut into quarters. If you're doing anything larger, you probably want cubes about an inch square. Making sure the pieces are of uniform size is helpful. And I don't know how it is in other countries, but if you're in the UK, get more potatoes than you think you'll need. Our produce has been shit lately, and it's pretty standard to have to cut away bits of yick or just throw whole potatoes away.

Here's what you do:

Chop your potatoes and put them in to boil. Once boiled to reasonable softness (not mashable-soft, but not too firm either), drain and leave to cool and dry.

In a separate bowl, add the mayonnaise, vinegar, and whatever else you're putting into the dressing.

Add potatoes and fold until everything is fully covered.

Serve immediately and/or put in the fridge for later.

As I say, these are largely approximates because I measure it all by eye at the moment. It's pretty easy to get the hang of. Basically you want just enough vinegar to not have the mayonnaise swimming but enough to suit your tastes. And obviously you can jazz it up to suit you - here's some things that have been suggested in various recipes or just sound nice:

Hard-boiled egg

Crispy bacon bits

Dijon mustard

Chunks of dill pickle

Herbs and spices in general (paprika is usually suggested, as are chives, and obviously salt and pepper to taste, but I like adding onion salt, garlic pepper, and a little bit of celery salt)

Onions (I prefer green onions/scallions, but thin-sliced red onion can add some nice colour)

Honestly, play around with it, because potato salad is wonderfully versatile. Googling for recipes showed me that there are as many potato salad recipes as there are people, so I just left it at the absolute basics as a sort of a blank canvas to experiment on.

Potato salad lasts about five days in the fridge, and can be a meal in itself if done right, so it's great for a source of emergency calories. Enjoy!

(Oh, and side note: if you are gluten intolerant, do not try this as pasta salad. I tried to make pasta salad by the same principles and the dressing was fine but gluten-free pasta is disgusting cold. Even the good kind of gluten-free pasta. Sorry, fellow gluten-intolerants; we're going to have to stick with potatoes.)

#the spoonie chef #recipes #spoonie essentials #emergency calories

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frostyfiend · 2 years ago

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//VENT//

All the news about people getting shot on people's property lately has made me EXTREMELY terrified of doing delivery work now. Like I knew the common risks like dogs, or getting caught out at night and jumped, and I took cautions to minimize those risks as much as possible. But what I didn't fucking realize was how trigger happy their neighbors might be, or even themselves.

Like I fucking rely on ubereats to make ends meet. But now I'm too fucking scared to do that. Your soggy Taco Bell is not worth my life just because my beat up little compact car might be super threatening to some trigger happy 90 year old or whatever. After hearing those gunshots yesterday. I don't know where they came from, or why they were fired off, but it was the nail in the coffin for the reality of the situation that I could very well be shot for the heinous crime of getting lost. The amount of times I have partially pulled into a drive way for just a couple seconds to put shit on my GPS without blocking the road. Apparently someone might get so offended by that, that they're totally cool taking my life.

I don't know what to do for extra money until I move. I'm still looking for work. But it just fucking blows that this is the state of my great country. I'm not even anti gun. I'm anti dumbfuck with gun. There's absolutely no reason to shoot someone for getting fucking lost and wandering into your property.

#vent #tw gun mention #tw gun violence #frosty talks

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idreamofvengeance · 11 months ago

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Weed, Eating and Self-Harm

Current medication: Vorellix 10mg and Amfexa 10mg.

I was given an interesting thought by my psychiatrist in our initial consult which still sticks in my mind. The idea is that overeating can be a form of self-harm. In this regard, I will have to preface this with a trigger warning for eating disorders and their effects on the body.

Weight

The last time I weighed myself was 10th October 2023. At the time the scale read 88kg, take off a kilogram for shoes, clothes and contents of pockets and I felt that 87kg was a fair representation of my weight. My age was 32 at that time.

As an adult, the lowest I recall my weight being is 71.4kg. This would have been around 2018 when I was obsessively tracking calories, exercising every morning at 5am and following a vegan diet at the time. As happy as I was with the weight loss over a few months, I eventually stopped as the realities of life started to hit me.

Since then, my weight has fluctuated in between 72kg and 90kg. I think that around the start of July 2023 I would have been pushing 90kg and this was confirmed in October 2023 at my weigh-in. Since starting my Amfexa at the very least I have been consistent with working out as well as not eating too badly.

Eating and Weed

Even without munchies I have a tendency to overeat and eat because I am bored. I genuinely feel that stress-eating is something I am conscious of doing but I don't really have any conscious control over it all the time. Sometimes when I start I just can't stop. This is behaviour that I know alcoholics experience with drinking.

When I have munchies it is on another level where I will continuously eat without ever stopping.

The good news is that the Amfexa has a side effect of suppressing my appetite for which I am very glad. I am actually a bit worried that if I was not on it, I would continue to eat a lot.

The reason I am writing this is that I take a day off gym in the week to kind of recover and refeed because I eat at a calorie deficit for the other six days of the week. Yesterday (02nd December 2023) was meant to be that day. However I was out the house and walking around all day so around 8k steps is pretty decent compared to my usual activity. But I also smoked some weed and I ate more than I should have on a normal refeed day.

So my eating yesterday was as follows:

Breakfast - a little bit of cornflakes and milk.

Lunch - Americano and cannelloni with beef mince and cheese. This was at a restaurant for lunch with my mum at maybe 1300h

At around 1700h I smoked a joint. It was an outdoor pre-roll, very cheap. After this I ate as follows: microwave popcorn, my usual home filter coffee, a smaller than usual slice of carrot cake, two crumbed chicken drumsticks with one roti and one multi-seed wrap as well as a big bowl of carrot salad with vinegar dressing (no oil in the salad), two slices of brown toast with a haas avocado from the six-pack with salt, pepper and sriracha, a small bowl of vanilla ice cream with eight small squares of Cadbury milk chocolate, and a mug of my usual home tea. This was between 1700h and 2300h.

In all honesty I was a bit afraid until now because I actually lost track of the cake and could not remember what I had eaten entirely. But now that I do recall I feel much more relieved about the loss of control with food. If I am being honest I normally would not have eaten the cake and the ice cream. This is very interesting because I think if I was not feeling a high level of stress yesterday I would not have eaten those things.

For the day I figure my calories consumed were around 3200 calories which is much more than I have eaten in a while both in terms of volume and caloric density. As I am reflecting on this I realise that I am actually happy about one thing; I did not order UberEats and I did not binge on fast food. This is a huge victory for me and the refeed day, even though it did get out of control with the cake and ice cream, was a success even on weed!

Aftermath

The aftermath is that I had massive shits today. But they were not painful or bad. They were consistent and smoother than my usual binge-eating aftereffects. And I am happy to note that I am feeling fine. I did not go to the gym today because I think that yesterday actually necessitated a rest. I did legs on 01st December 2023 and then the walking yesterday plus food made me think that future refeed days need to be days that I work out on.

Another interesting thing, to go back to the start of this post, is the aspect of self-harm. I definitely do not "feel good" today compared to other days in terms of my physical well-being. It sounds foolish to say but I did not really ever consider the effects of overeating except for weight gain. My mood is better than usual as well. This makes me think that self-harm through overeating is something that I would do unconsciously. And now that I am conscious of it, it is something that I do not do. Try as I might, I cannot mark yesterday's refeed as a total loss of control or as self-harm via eating.

Today I have just eaten a large bowl of cornflakes. It is important to note that when I say "large" now, this was a normal amount to me before. I think I am going to have some avocado and toast with sat and sriracha just now because it is 1700h and I am feeling hungry. At the same time I think this might be my last meal for today because I don't feel like I am starving.

Conclusion

Unrelated to the topic but I am a bit worried about my prescription for the next month. I have been prescribed Vyvanse and I want to take it if I can get it because pharmacies have low stock. And in this regard I am uncertain if I should continue with the Amfexa if I can't get the Vyvanse.

Oh well, we will see.

xoxo

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sadtraumatizedlonely · 1 year ago

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Chapter One—Am I an Asshole? (Rhetorical)

My boyfriend got invited to play baseball this evening. One of their usual players was sick, so a friend asked him if he could fill in for that other player. He texted me in the late afternoon to ask if we had any plans (i.e. he was seeking my approval) and all I could muster was a simple “You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want”. A sentence that boarders on sassy, but still allows me to vent my hurt feelings and frustration covertly, without him thinking much about it. We had playful banter through out the rest of the afternoon.

The issue was: we had just received an email from our new landlord confirming that we could move in early, however, we would need to prepare some paperwork. All of which he said we would do tonight during that short text exchange. I scoffed at his answer as I knew that it would take the back burner to the exciting plans he had with his friends, and I went back to work feeling a profound sense of loneliness.

That feeling was made worse when he told me, upon arriving home from work, that they had also invited him to go swimming after the game. A great way to cool off after a game on this terribly hot day. I couldn’t help but feel that sense of loneliness swallow me whole as I saw him packing his swim trunks in his sports bag. I stonewalled him, but not wanting to seem difficult or irrational, just played the “tired” game. Like always, he gives me the benefit of the doubt, kisses me goodbye, and leaves for his night of fun and excitement that he desperately needs and deserves.

“How to feel less lonely”

A statement I shamefully type into Safari as tears start streaming down my face. This Google search (not surprisingly) gives results such as: Join a Sports Team, Volunteer, Practice Self-Care. But those answers are unsatisfactory. The deep, intense loneliness is something that comes from an intrinsic feeling of unworthiness and shame. I have attempted to mitigate these symptoms with art, hiking, dancing, volunteering; all which work for a while, until I become too exhausted to handle them, and I crawl back in bed still lonely and empty inside.

“Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and loneliness”

My second Google search of the evening. If you haven’t noticed by now, or couldn’t guess from the title of this...whatever this is, I suffered a lot of childhood trauma and have been in therapy for years trying to heal from my childhood experience of living with a narcissistic (mentally ill) mother and a father who is ruled by his own trauma. Those experiences caused me to have great dysfunction when it comes to relationships, closeness, and connection. Many of these things, I’m too ashamed of bringing up in my (very expensive but necessary) therapy sessions.

So there I was, overweight and crying, in my PJs ordering takeout on UberEats, watching my childhood trauma therapy Youtube videos that make me feel less alone and crazy, while my partner was having a blast, making new friends, and having what would probably be (in my opinion) a better night than being home with me and completing the “sorta but not really” urgent paperwork for our new apartment, smoking weed, and spending time in separate rooms until it was time to meet up again and hang out just before bedtime.

Inside, I know that alone time is important for all relationships. And it’s not necessarily the fact that he was invited somewhere without me that made me feel so absolutely alone. I feel alone because unlike my very popular and extroverted boyfriend, my phone remains vacant of incoming messages or calls (unless it is Statistics Canada asking me to complete their survey). Even still, infrequent messages come from distant relatives or acquaintances who (in my opinion) either want something from me, or have for some reason taken an interest in me out of some underlying duty to be polite and to keep in touch. No one is texting me to make plans. All the plans I have I’m only invited to because of my partner.

And I do not reach out to anyone. The fear of being “left on read” or ignored is too painful, which further fuels my loneliness.

“Does life insurance cover suicide?”

My final Google search, as I’m considering the fact that this loneliness may end of killing me with how deep and profound it is. My partner has a $300,000.00 life insurance policy in my name that he will be entitled to if I die. I want to make sure that he is taken care of, especially in this economy, if this did in fact lead to me taking my own life, which I know is a real possibility.

It would mostly be an inconvenience for me to kill myself. A mess to be cleaned, a 230lb body to cart to the morgue. I mostly think about ways that require no clean up—launching myself off a bridge, going “missing” in the woods and dying of starvation, going to the most turbulent ocean and drifting innocently into a rip tide. All of which could be covered under my accidental death policy. My self view is so horrendous that I can only think about how inconvenient it will be for those left behind to clean up the mess I make. How absolutely fucked, eh?

Funnily enough, the first search result is the Canadian Prevention for Suicide website screaming DON’T DO IT, GET HELP. But what if I don’t want help? I’m an adult, I pay a third of my paycheque to taxes (and I probably pays for that initiative), I have an education, career, and home. Why can’t I decide if I live or die without so much judgement or people telling me not to do it?

“Life is sacred”

But what if I do not feel like mine is? What if I feel that I do not belong, like an alien in a human’s body. I’ve always felt that way. A burden, not good enough, ugly, fat, just wrong in all sorts of ways.

My life isn’t sacred. My lack of social relationships proves that. No one can stand to be my friend after they get to know the real me, or they just put me on the back burner while they find closer connections with less damaged people. Ones that are not too exhausted by their lives that they can text first and often. Ones that aren’t filled with shame and find agony in reaching out and making plans. Ones that can afford to spend the night and will be there for you no matter what. I cannot offer those things. My trauma will not allow me. It is too exhausting for me to take an active role in someone else’s life. Which is why my friendships fizzle out and die.

I’m too ashamed of my appearance to reach out to my old co-worker who I used to spend time with every summer drinking and tanning in the Quad. I was a lot skinnier in college, and she works hard to keep her body tight and strong. I couldn’t help feeling shame and pain the last time we hung out because of my appearance. “Why would she even invite me over?” “Was it to make fun of how fat and ugly I’ve gotten?” Those thoughts circled in my head, and that was the last time I was invited to hang out with her.

Embarrassment and Shame rule everything I do, and it keeps me lonely. So, am I an asshole for feeling so strongly about my boyfriend having exciting plans when I can’t even get my best friend to prioritize a phone call with me? I think the answer is complicated, not unlike like my complex trauma.

#lonliness #living with cptsd #relationships #struggle #friendships

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middleeastbrillmindz · 2 years ago

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The Role of Indian Mobile App Development Companies in the Global Market

According to a report by Research and Markets - Market Research Reports - Welcome, the mobile app development market in India is expected to grow at a CAGR of 19.64% during the period 2019–2024. This growth can be attributed to factors such as the increasing adoption of smartphones and the growing demand for mobile apps from various industries. The report also states that Indian mobile app development companies are well-positioned to take advantage of this growth due to their technical expertise and cost advantages.

Read also: How much does it cost to develop an app like UberEATS

The global market for mobile apps has expanded rapidly in recent years. Numerous businesses, including mobile app development companies in India, have entered the market due to the rising demand for mobile apps. With a large number of talented developers and top-notch development services, India is now acknowledged as a leading hub for mobile app development. The function of Indian mobile app development companies in the international market will be examined in this article.

Introduction to Indian Mobile App Development Companies

India has long served as a center for the outsourcing of IT services. Due to the availability of highly qualified developers and lower costs compared to Western nations, India’s mobile app development industry has experienced significant growth over the past ten years. Indian mobile app development companies provide customers from around the world with top-notch development services.

Factors that make India a Hub for Mobile App Development

India is a center for mobile app development for a number of reasons. First off, India has a sizable population of highly qualified developers who are proficient in a variety of programming languages and can work on a range of platforms, including iOS, Android, and Windows. Second, India is a desirable option for clients looking to cut costs because its cost of development is significantly lower than that of Western nations. Last but not least, Indian mobile app development companies have a solid track record of completing high-quality projects on time.

Indian Mobile App Development Companies in the Global Market

Indian companies that specialize in mobile app development have made a name for themselves in the international market. These businesses provide clients from a variety of industries with a broad range of mobile app development services, such as healthcare, e-commerce, finance, and education. In order to create innovative apps that are used by millions of people worldwide, many Indian mobile app development companies have teamed up with customers from Western nations.

Challenges Faced by Indian Mobile App Development Companies

Despite their many benefits, Indian mobile app development companies still face a number of difficulties. The intense market competition is one of the biggest obstacles. Indian businesses must compete with international firms that specialize in mobile app development for clients. Keeping up with the most recent trends and technologies in the mobile app development industry is another problem. Finally, dealing with clients from various cultural backgrounds presents difficulties for Indian mobile app development companies.

The Future of Indian Mobile App Development Companies

Indian mobile app development companies appear to have a bright future. The industry for developing mobile apps is anticipated to expand in response to the rising demand for mobile apps. Indian mobile app development companies are in a good position to benefit from this expansion thanks to their superior technological capabilities and lower costs. Indian mobile app development companies will need to keep innovating and adapting as the industry changes in order to remain ahead of the competition.

Conclusion

Indian companies that specialize in mobile app development have made a name for themselves in the international market. These companies draw clients from all over the globe with their affordable, high-quality development services. Even though Indian mobile app development companies encounter some difficulties, they are well-positioned to benefit from the industry’s expansion in the upcoming years.

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manleycollins · 2 years ago

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Journal Entry #71 - University of Pennsylvania Relays 2022 with PVTC - My Trifecta, Triangulation, and Amazing Race Triple Elimination - Chicago, New York City, and Washington, District of Columbia - Go Back? Double Negative "Non, je ne suis pas !"

JOURNAL ENTRY #71 Name: Manley M Collins Social Security Number: 5 7 9 – * * – 6 5 4 1 Date of Birth: 06/21 Place of Birth: Washington, District of Columbia Country of Birth: United States of America Date: April 4, 2022

TOPIC: University of Pennsylvania Relays 2022 with PVTC - My Trifecta, Triangulation, and Amazing Race Triple Elimination - Chicago, New York City, and Washington, District of Columbia - Go Back? Double Negative "Non, je ne suis pas !"

This is the beginning of heavier activity work in spring, summer, and fall. The winter I normally hibernate and physically work on myself at the gym. The gym practically sees me everyday as a part of my routine. I rarely miss a day unless it is heavy day of appointments and personal errands.

Getting adjusted to a new United State is always work.

I gave CubeSmart my release notice and asked for other locations with smaller units. I moved into my new unit on the other side of town with less Mass-Cass type of scenery.

I expanded my Massachusetts Planet Fitness workouts and trips to Cambridge, Malden, Quincy, Chelsea, East Boston, Boston, Mattapan, Revere/Wonderland, Jamaica Plain, Burlington, Reading, Hingham, Braintree, Weymouth, Medford, Waltham, and Watertown. I did attend my New York locations - Harlem, Columbus Circle, Chelsea, Times Square. I did South Carolina locations - Summerville, North Charleston, and Charleston. I did Georgia locations - Atlanta, Chamblee-Tucker, Doraville, Brookhaven. See my photo albums for more photos.

Part of my schizophrenia wanted to search the human resources and federal laws regarding record keeping because my resume was long from actual positions, but who had a record of what puzzled me because Social Security and Internal Revenue Service had records. The maximum number of years for recordkeeping is six (6) years. I did send an email or request to find out, which employers had a record of me. Another reason: It is because I was shown plenty of mental health conditions that I physically did not know and never could claim the benefit, but physically I was fine and for real suffering 100% materialistic loss from 1994-2019. The selection of 'No disability' on my pre-hire and full background was correct, but life made me act like I was having issues without having control or knowing what I was going through at the workplace.

I researched getting Oracle and RedHat certifications because Microsoft became the prominent technology for my rise and downfall. I do not want to repeat that again. I went through my resume for all the skills I had to see what I missed or did not see.

I was planning USATF Meets. Potomac Valley Track Club, University of Pennsylvania, and USATF made it possible for me to run in the Penn Relays in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It was fun and enjoyable to see my teammates and friends in the city. See my photo albums for more photos. I did obtain a Free Library of Philadelphia Library Card, which the temporary card only lasts a year. I rented an AirBnb. It was super nice and very impressive for the price, but could not control the room temperature due to the cool weather. I hung out with a friend I met during the Democratic National Convention in 2016, and we went to Ravens Lounge, Graffiti Lounge, and Marsala Kitchen. I also attempted to do UberEats and DoorDash to see if the adaptable market was still associated with the Boston region. I registered my SEPTA key card.

Massachusetts State Police tried to additionally direct me to the Victim Advocate Program in Massachusetts District Court, East Boston, Massachusetts. I found out some new information between Harassment Probation Order for co-workers and unrelated people, but has to have three different incidents. I found out restraining protective order for relatives and people related to me. The Boston Police and Massachusetts State Police are supposed to submit charges if anything is found during the investigation. I already got confirmation that the investigation was closed, but I tried to submit new information. Massachusetts is deliberately using time to prevent any benefit or consequences for what grown adults do.

Illinois and Chicago played the same role on stating they are not responsible for what their residents or visitors do in their geographic location, in buildings, in offices, or public transportation.

Social Security Administration approved me for disability, but I got the initial payments. I had to configure how to do the money. They also did court ordered deductions, but they found two, when for the last ten (10) years I only saw one. Connecticut had the original deduction open done with my presence. Washington, DC did another deduction in 2020 after I left the city and had no presence. I never knew that could be done. Social Security Administration kept doing this until I spoke up about where the extra money was going. I inquired about the SSA Ticket to Work program, but learn I only have nine (9) months to make the most money I can make while receiving the government funding.

Therapy and Psychiatrist with Arbour Counseling Services topics were (Previous Journal topics - I just was repeating them to new people verbally)

'Don't Matter' internal family message after April 3, 2016

Apple Health predicts falling (walking steadiness notification) and Doctors asking did I fall - what reality is that?

Phone as a subscription

Did not profit from any inheritance, death, lawsuit, lottery, real estate, anything I had materialistically - no chance to sell or pawn, no government check, no career, no campaign contributions to support any effort, none of my ideas or company to make a true profit, no retirement, etc.

Spinning brain centerpieces said/felt "donk" like nothing was left.

Now that the accounts or areas of life that have a former address if I was supposed to get anything is lost in the mail or went to trash.

Judge decided to respond or remand before the summons of individual defendants in the Federal Express civil suit.

Warmth again

Revealing I was the extrovert telling, showing, doing everything to everybody. Information started manually in 1990s, came online in 1999, now 2016 put everything in one place where everyone can see it, now 2022 sent small emails out to what I do and now folks paid attention…people are funny.

Sent letters to Congress and State Congress

Introspection - schizophrenia happened when I talk about a future that never happened or planned plus the physical elements of anxiety plus being involved with family or ethnic group.

'Not about you' big voice - not giving a flying f*ck who it is about

Storage unit

1970, 1980, 1990, up to 2007 never had a therapist or psychiatrist because we or I talked to people.

Gender X generation

American Scientific Bell Curve

MCAD responses and making my response iron clad.

Transitioning from Arbour Counseling Session (Zoom Calls) to Boston Medical Center In-Person (through the Bridge Clinic - Psychiatry Department) (Previous Journal topics - I just was repeating them to new people verbally)

Birth

Racism

Civil Rights

Mother

Father(s)

What I want out of therapy? Gain knowledge on the present classification of situations Let go and head to Europe or what do they call it over there BEST team said I do CCCP at DMH Solomon Inpatient, but I thought of going in November, but New York happened and I do not ever want to go. I need a support group outpatient. What other element of the insurance I did not take advantage of? Meet the requirements of SSDI, RSDI, or SSI. Find resolve and closure, and let go. Address past realities to present day situations.

How I want therapy to proceed? Once every two weeks In-person is fine.

Girls Momma's boy

Other Topics from Spring and Summer 2022:

United Healthcare was doing something I never seen by healthcare companies, which was still keep a plan open after no additional premiums were paid.

I was able to get my Dell XPS hard drive, but life is trying to prevent me from recovering the files. The computer repair guy suggested how to connect the drive. He saw the files on the drive. I was impressed.

Pine Street Inn Longwood Security and Staff continues to physical assault after Warning Talks.

I planned my first Manicure and pedicure celebration at Dashing Diva Chelsea (Manhattan NYC). This goes along with New York post regarding Citibank - Harassment, etc. Please visit Journal Entry 61 - Words are Just Words. I am not repeating the information, but my photo albums show more information on how I celebrated half of my birthday week in New York City. I participated in USATF New York Outdoor Championships representing Potomac Valley at Icahn Stadium. The New York situation took away most of my smallest of employments and others I did not expect. However, a few survived which made me rethink life or the government and courts do whatever it takes to ensure I meet the requirement of 'disability' and spend the government money instead of working for it.

I found running technology to get strides distance.

Boston Copley Library someone provided the link of getting mp3s.

I sent in a renewal United States Census Bureau application and re-assessment to the New York regional office, who manages Boston metro area as well.

I researched the various types of European Visas.

My new bank let me design my own debit card. It was very impressive.

I visited some new gyms to prepare to shift my gym membership.

I worked for Grubhub for a quite a bit, but unfortunately I did not have a bicycle this time. Grubhub was about showing me some the same experiences that I left them for in Washington, DC. I had to make sure they heard how I cared about $25 order in Washington, DC that almost got me killed by a vehicle while riding a bicycle.

I updated my eBay account.

I attended University of Phoenix Inclusion Leadership Webinar.

I renewed my SAM profile with the United States Government/United States Department of Defense.

Pine Street Inn housing provided me with plenty of new housing applications to get on the waiting list for a new apartment.

I tried using SurfEasy VPN, which was provided as part of the service with my Lenovo laptop.

I registered for the RedHat Summit Webinar 2022.

I submitted an Apartments . com application for a Boston apartment. Apartments . com did show me that their application had two sides of it, such as Apartment Renters and Property Manager.

Boston Medical Center made available that PT1 medical rides were available. I did take advantage and use the rides to my appointments to Boston Medical Center.

I planned to attend the USATF Outdoor Championships in Lexington, Kentucky. I booked the trip with American Airlines and Delta Airlines, and the Marriott, but all had to canceled for the New York court date.

I participated in the All of Us Research program so started receiving information and newsletters about it.

I registered for the BayState Games.

After the tremendous of outpouring of information and therapy, life has provided me the confirmation that I have no reason to go back.

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Top 7 Food Delivery Apps in the USA in 2022

There are various reasons why the USA is called the world leader. One of them is the technological advancements that they usher into the world. Most probably, they set the trend, and people around the globe follow in their footsteps. A similar thing has happened with their smartphones and the on-demand food delivery apps USA.

What are the benefits of Food delivery apps?

1. Order Processing is easy

The app is easy, quick and convenient to use, as there will be no frustration or misunderstanding while ordering over the phone. Hence the customers select to order the food via an app because it is at their fingertips.

2. Find the new customers

Online ordering via the food delivery app will help you to reach new clients. Enhancing your brand’s presence in the market can increase your sales with new and returning customers.

3. Online ordering is convenient

An app allows you to order food anytime, anywhere, using mobile phones or other handheld gadgets. Hence, the consumer can quietly place an order without any hassle.

4. Explore business opportunities

Sometimes a client wants the food but in the comfort of their home. And it happens because of bad weather or some ongoing restrictions, but by offering this type of service, you can serve a wider range of customers.

5. Greater reach

Suppose you have a restaurant that can seat 100 people at a time. Hence, we can solve this issue by developing a Food delivery mobile app. With this app, you can reach thousands of customers that give growth to your business.

Market share of online meal delivery companies in the United States in march 2022

With a market share of 59%, DoorDash dominates the online food delivery market in the United States as of March 2022. However, UberEats has the second highest share, with 24% in the US.

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Top Food Delivery apps in the USA

1. Toast TakeOut

Toast TakeOutis the mobile ordering platform that permits restaurateurs to make profits and enhance their relationships by allowing customers to easily order the pickup or delivery from a restaurant without any commission. It is the game changer in the enterprise market and offers a whole range of delivery solutions made by restaurant owners for the restaurant people.

Advantages:

Implementing seamlessly with the restaurant ToastPoint of sales system frees your employees from managing the orders by phone or any other separate app.

Access to several potential new guests that provide easy reordering at their fingertips

Manages online orders at peak hours and prevents the kitchen from getting overwhelmed.

Communicates directly with the clients using the food delivery app

Clients can get reliable services with the Toast delivery services.

2. UberEats

UberEats provides a wide range of delivery solutions. Their high-value partnerships on its active marketplace make their app a great option.

Advantages:

It is the largest and most reliable network of the delivery system

Access the large base of the customers

Marketing tools help you to reach customers in the digital marketplace.

3. Postmates

It is the leading app on the market for customer bases within particular geographical regions. Whereas the Postmates app is still independent and retains the dedicated customer base, in contrast, UberEats now owns and operates its service.

Advantages

All the benefits of UberEats have a small marketplace that can access the network of delivery drivers.

It has strong brand recognition in some cities because of its extended delivery hours.

4. Doordash

It works with restaurants, bars and other retailers to deliver their customers with effective delivery solutions.

Advantages

Provide solutions for all types of restaurants

Integration with the sales system for the easy order fulfilment

5. Caviar

Caviar is the partner of DoorDash that boasts the delivery of the best local food.

Advantages

Elevated and exclusive branding permits restaurants to reach their peak in this busy marketplace.

It is great for restaurants with more than one location in large metropolitan areas.

6. ChowNow

It provides a unique range of delivery solutions for restaurant owners. Their direct and marketplace items are good for the restaurant that caters to the local community.

Benefits

There is no interface between your brand and customer while using an on-demand delivery application.

Integrates with the restaurant’s POS systems

7. GrubHub

GrubHub will focus on extending flexible delivery services to restaurants. It helps to turn your kitchen’s restaurant into a virtual restaurant.

Benefits

Provides order management that implements certain restaurant POS systems.

Supplemental delivery services will extend the restaurant’s reach and customer base.

It maximizes profit by transforming a restaurant’s kitchen into a virtual restaurant.

Conclusion

It was all about the best food delivery apps in the USA. I hope that this has given the idea of how food delivery apps benefit your business and boost your sales.

If you want to develop an app for food delivery, connect with the well-known mobile app development company to get back to you for your next project development.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. Why is food delivery so popular?

This online ordering system speeds up the process of ordering and allows the customers to physically ignore the waiting in the queue at the restaurant. The convenience of fast food delivery times and easy online ordering are huge factors that have made many people opt to use these delivery services.

2. Why is it necessary to deliver the food on time?

Timely deliveries are made for the high customer and client satisfaction. Not only will the people receive the goods on time, but it also makes the courier services make the great delivery process. Some of the goods have an expiry date, which is why they need to be delivered within the strict timeframes.

3. What do Americans use for food delivery?

Food delivery mobile apps are easy and convenient for users to get their meals whenever needed. Doorstep delivery is becoming a trend in every industry. Hence, UberEats holds a strong position in the US market.

Originally Published At: https://flutteragency.com/top-7-food-delivery-apps-usa-2022/

#food delivery app #mobile app development

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parkers-gal · 4 years ago

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simple acts of intimacy that actually mean a lot T.H.

wc: 3.1k (fluff)

taking something out of your pocket

"Tom!" you called for him.

"Hey, babe," he greeted you. You had just gotten back from a shopping spree, and you were holding about seven heavy bags, two drinks in your hand. Harrison and Harry were seated on the couch in front of the two of you, Tuwaine in the kitchen getting more snacks.

"I didn't bring my purse," you huffed, out of breath from the walk. "Can you check for my phone? My wallet?"

Tom smiled softly in response, sending you an easy nod. "Of course," he said, moving to the pockets of your jeans.

He searched the front right pocket first, his fingers strong and warm and lean, and the touch made you giggle. He found your keys in the front right pocket, momentarily holding them up for you to see before moving to the next pocket. He found your phone and wallet pocketed in the back pockets, and then he was by your front again, searching your left pocket.

"Your chapstick," he held it up, and you giggled again as he opened it and applied it to his own lips and then your own. "They say you get more alike to your significant other, y'know," he smirked, and you laughed again with a nod.

knowing just how to calm you down

It was a dangerous scenario to be in in the first place, though it wasn't your's nor Tom's fault. After dealing with a rather rude man from the front desk, you were rushing out of the building, Tom barely trailing after you. Just as you were making it to the car, he rushed ahead of you, halting you.

"Hey- hey, hey, hey," he said, hands gesturing for you to slow. There were frustrated tears in your eyes, threatening to spill if any one move prompted them. You'd hope Tom could be the dam to keep them up. "It's alright," he assured you.

"No, its-! It's not!" You exclaimed, breaking your silence. "N-now I have find another way to do it and I can't t-"

"Love," he cut you off, hand caressing your arm, moving you into his embrace slightly. "He's an asshole- he had no right to tell you those things, okay? We're gonna find another way, but later, okay? Listen to me, listen to my voice," he whispered. "And look at my eyes," he moved your chin, engaging eye contact. "We're going to be alright."

A smile broke out onto your face for the first time, and you nodded, fully accepting his hug and hiding in his chest.

calling to make sure you've eaten

Calling in between takes and scenes wasn't uncommon, and especially calling during lunch. Tom had a tendency to forget to eat or take breaks; wearing the Spider-man suit was a big contributor to his re-prioritization, his reason for the distractions. Unfortunately, he tended to bring this habit onto the sets of different films. Luckily, you had paid mind to the habit, and made sure to check in on him everyday, especially if you weren't on set all the time.

"Hi, angel," Tom spoke into the phone after picking it up.

"Hi, Tommy!" You exclaimed excitedly. "How's filming?"

"Good, tiring. Miss you," he huffed out, still with a smile.

"Miss you too bubs, tell everyone I say ''hey.'" you replied. "Have you eaten today?"

Tom was nodding off silently to a crew worker who had asked him a quick question. "Hm?" he laughed a light one. "Oh, yes I have. Have you, darling?"

"I have, I have, no worries," you assured him. "Drinking water?"

"Just got a new bottle," Tom smiled. "Alright well," he trailed off disappointingly, "I hate this part but, they're calling me now. I call you when the shoots over. Love you, baby."

You hummed, "'kay, love you Tommy. And good luck!" You giggled before hanging up.

"Y/N?' Harry asked Tom, looking to the phone.

"Mhm," Tom smiled. "She says 'hi'."

wearing/borrowing clothes

"Hey, Y/N, have you seen my-?" Tom stopped short in his tracks, barely through the doorway. He smiled at the sight of you, a pint of ice cream sitting on the table in front of you, an open book in your lap and a spoon in your mouth.

You hummed, "What was that, hun?"

He eyed your figure, clad in his pink sweatshirt, before shaking his head. Upon realizing you weren't looking at him, he breathed out a laugh. "Never mind."

You hummed again, glancing up to him before smiling softly at him.

"Hey, love?" Tom hollered from within the depths of the closet.

"Yeah?" you shouted back, applying some lip gloss as you looked into the bathroom mirror.

"Does this work with my outfit?"

You laughed before walking over to him. You smiled at him: he was holding a baseball cap in one hand, your beanie fitted on his head. Though he loved his buzzcut, he also loved to wear matching hats, though this time you were wearing the sweatshirt.

"I like the beanie," you agreed.

He glanced up with a smile, setting the baseball cap down. "Me too."

zipping up/ unzipping

Tom was waiting in the living room for you. It was almost routine, that whenever the two of you were attending a gala or a premiere together, he'd wait to see your final look, and god he loved the reveal every time. This time, however, was one of the first times you were doing everything on your own, no makeup artists or stylists there to assist you.

"Tommy?" you yelled softly.

Tom's head perked up, and he slipped his phone into the pockets of his dress pants before making his way to the closed bedroom door.

"Yes, love?"

You opened the door, stepping towards him slowly. Tom was awestruck, mouth agape and eyes wide. You were absolutely stunning, from every and all angles, and Tom swore his heart leapt into his throat.

"Tom?" you repeated, waving a hand in front of his face.

It had just occurred to him that you had been talking and he had completely tuned your voice out, too taken up by the sight in front of him.

"Sorry- what?" he asked, finally looking at you.

"Can you zip me up?" you asked again, softly. You turned around, gesturing to your zipper. Tom smiled, fingertips softly grazing the lower portion of your back, before softly gripping the zipper. The fingertips of his left hand ran up your spine, his right hand with the zipper following along. He left a small kiss on your shoulder and you went straight back into the bedroom to get the remaining accessories for your outfit.

putting jewelry on for each other

After you chose a few rings, you walked back over to Tom with a necklace in hand. You placed both ends in his hands with a hopeful smile before spinning around, making sure your hair was not in the way. Tom clipped both ends and let the jewelry dangle off your neck. He left another kiss on your shoulder before you intertwined your hands.

remembering coffee/tea orders verbatim

"Go find us a booth," Tom whispered in your ear, hand on the small of your back as he gave you a nudge, and the two of you separated into two different directions, you towards the seats and him towards the line to the barista.

"Hi, how're you?" The barista greeted.

Tom returned a smile," I'm good, how're you?"

"I'm good, what can I get you today?"

"Can I get a hot chamomile tea with some lemon...?"

"Size?"

"Uhm, medium please."

The barista, Sophia, nodded. "Anything else?"

"Yeah uhm, a medium honey cream latte? Not too heavy on the creamer?"

"Got it. Will that be all for you today?"

"Yes I think so," Tom replied, handing her his credit card before moving to the counter to pick up the drinks.

When he had both, he made his way over to you, who found a booth by a window.

"Hey, love," Tom trailed excitedly, placing the mugs down softly. "I got your favorite."

"Light on the cream?"

Tom sat down across from you. "Light on the cream," he repeated with a smile.

dancing in the kitchen

A quick trip to the kitchen for some toast had started a mini concert by the sink and in front of the dishes. Tom was clad in a pair of sweats, white socks helping him slide on the cool tiled floor, his pink hoodie fresh on his torso.

The speakers were playing a playlist of his favorites, which also consisted of your favorites, because you had introduced him to several new artists and genres. Song after song came on, distracting him from the opening and closing of the front door.

Hearing the commotion from the cooking room, you left your bags by the door, going upstairs to change into some comfy clothes and finding your boyfriend rocking out to some of Taylor Swift's Lover.

You giggled from the doorway, and he spun around to look at you, lowering the large metal spoon away from his mouth.

"Hi," you laughed again.

"Hi," he panted.

"What," you took a sip of water. "are you doing?"

"Dancing in the kitchen, obviously."

You nodded, drinking your water again with a smile.

"Care to join me?"

You set the cup down with raised eyebrows. "Thomas..."

Mariah Carey started ringing through the speakers, and the spoon went back up to his mouth as he started singing his heart out.

"C'mon, Y/N...." he smirked. "You know you want to," he held his hand out.

You rolled your eyes playfully before extending your arm, accepting his hand. "Fine.."

Tom grinned in victory, singing louder again, and you joined him, twirling him around as he did the same for you, toast long forgotten in the toaster oven.

knowing what food you're craving based on your attitude

"I'm bored," you whined to Tom, who was sitting next to you on the couch, looking at his phone.

He chuckled quietly as he clicked the device off. "Yeah, whaddya want to do?"

"Cuddle. I'm cold."

He grinned again, turning to you, caressing the skin of your ankle, which was splayed across his lap.

"Are you hungry, my cuddle bug?" he asked after pulling you into his chest, arms circling around you.

"Mhm," you nodded, fiddling with his fingers. "How'd you know?"

He grinned again, his face out of sight for you. "What if we eat... pho?"

You gasped, louder for dramatics, hand slamming down on his, halting your movements. "Thomas Stanley Holland how did you fucking know?" you whined, feet kicking lightly.

He chuckled again, kissing the back of your ear before opening the Ubereats app on his phone.

offering to drive instead

The gala was coming to a close, and you and Tom had both taken the clue to get ready to leave, heading out to the parking lot after saying your goodbyes to the present participants.

Rounding the car, you pulled the key out of your hand-purse, unlocking the car. Your hand was still intertwined with Tom's, about to separate to get into your respective seats, when he spoke.

"Do you want me to drive instead, love?"

You glanced to his eyes with a thankful nod. "Will you?" you asked, reaching to give him the key.

"Of course," he smiled, moving to the other side of the car, giving your temple a kiss as he rubbed your arm, taking the key from you and closing your car door after you had been seated.

remembering confessions from late nights or simple words that are forgotten by most

"Hey did you book the flights for next month?" You asked Tom, sitting across from him at the dining table, planner in front of you, a pen and your phone in each of your hands.

"Just up till the nineteenth," he replied, thumbs moving across the keyboard of his cell phone.

"Got it."

"Oh also," Tom looked up from his phone, forearms leaning on the edge of the table as he looked at you, focused on writing more details into that little book you loved so much. "I booked us a round trip to Mae Raem. I talked to Harry and I managed to get a week off from work, in between films I think."

Your eyes were fixed on the boy sitting across from you, hands frozen in their places.

"You what? "

"I booked us a flight To Mae-"

"I heard that part!" You exclaimed with a laugh. "Why the fuck are we going to Thailand?!"

"Well I just-" he looked off to different parts of the room, the tips of his ears turning scarlet as his cheeks heated up. "I remember you saying you wanted to go to this little place in Thailand and I just- I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget. I was just waiting until I had free time in my schedule."

"Tom you moved film times for this trip!" You laughed. "Why- how did you even remember that? It was like three A.M. when we were talking about those crazy dreams and shit," you laughed.

"I don't know," he put his phone down, fiddling with his fingers and knuckles. "You just sounded so passionate about it- I just remembered the sound of your voice, I guess. It seems like fun."

You clicked your pen, putting it down, and closing the planner. "Yeah, yeah it does."

remembering to buy something you'd forgotten to (grocery shopping)

"Oh fuck, I'm out of jaffa cakes," you huffed, closing a cupboard door.

"Let's go to the market then," Tom said, finishing his cup of tea.

A shower and a car drive later, the two of you were walking into the supermarket, Tom leaning on the cart as he followed you. You spotted the chip aisle, and headed straight for it. Tom chuckled at your behavior, suspecting that perhaps you were stocking up on your cravings-foods, knowing your period was coming too.

Aisle after aisle the two of you went before grabbing a few boxes of brownie mix. You saw the aisle with cereal, and left Tom on his own. He chuckled, moving over the next aisle.

"I think I'm done," you huffed, placing your last items in the cart. Tom nodded, putting a bag of apples into the cart before moving into a line for the cash register.

"Wait lets do the self checkout thing."

"Really?" Tom laughed at your suggestion before reluctantly agreeing, heading into the direction. He was scanning while you were bagging, the two of you moving like clockwork.

Tom paid the receipt before stopping abruptly. "Wait fuck, I forgot something."

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, I'll meet you at the car."

"'Kay," you replied, rolling the cart out of the shop. Tom went off to find your favorite jaffa cakes, buying some extra danishes as well. When he paid, he added the items to the bags in the trunk before joining you in the front seat.

"Ready?" He asked, turning the engine on. You hummed a confirmation, and Tom changed the car's shift, driving home.

After the two of you brought the bags into the kitchen (in one trip, because two trips are for loser), you began unloading the items into their spots in the kitchen.

"Wait," you groaned after opening the cupboard. "I forgot the fucking jaffa cakes!"

"Ah ah," Tom spoke, pulling the sweet out of a bag he'd just unloaded.

You gasped, jaw slightly ajar as you reached for the food. "Oh. My. God," you looked at the wrapping. "I fucking love you."

Tom laughed, "Well," he was moving forward, his face two inches from yours, "it's a good thing I fucking love you too."

and finally, showering together

"Tommy! I missed you," You greeted him, rushing to your boyfriend, jumping into his embrace just as he closed the front door.

He groaned with a laugh, arms on your waist. "I missed you too, angel."

"Are you sore? Tired?"

He chuckled again, "mhm."

"Let's go get you cleaned up and we can go to bed then," you smiled at him, fingers running over the hair of his brows, trying to smooth out the stray one.

"Sounds like a plan, darling."

Making your way up the stairs, you ridded Tom of his coat. You went into the bathroom to turn on the shower, hoping to get the water warm, before pulling him into the bathroom with you.

"We can do face masks or we can fall asleep watching movies."

He booped your nose before answering. "Let's do the face masks tomorrow."

"'kay, arms up now, mister," you ordered him playfully, and he rolled his eyes before complying.

"My limbs still work, yanno-"

"Sure mister I-love-being-babied."

"I do not!" he denied, cheeks reddening.

"You secretly love it," you kissed his nose after removing his shirt, hands splaying across his bare chest and abs. He visibly shivered at your touch, and you smirked.

"Now get in the shower, you big doof," you playfully pushed him in the direction of the shower before stepping out of the bathroom.

Tom, unknowing of your full plans, hopped into the shower, letting the heated water cascade down his skin and drench his hair. As he was about to reach for the bottle of shampoo, you opened the shower door, your bare skin coming into view as you joined Tom in the shower.

His eyebrows shot up, movements stopped.

"Uh-"

"Hi," you said with a giggle. "Let me," you took the shampoo from his hand, squirting some into your hand before rubbing it onto the top of his head, fingers running through his unruly curls as he hummed contently at the feeling, always loving when you did anything to his hair.

"Rinse now," you said, moving to clean the strands out, ridding them of the suds. You repeated the process with conditioner (your conditioner, because though Tom would deny it, he secretly loved it, and cheered internally when you picked it up instead of his own) before reaching for the body-wash.

"Uh-uh, let me do this one," he took the bottle from your hands, starting to clean himself.

You laughed at his attempts before snatching the bottle from him. "You can't even reach this part of your back!"

"I'm a gymnast! I'm flexible enough to reach that!" he breathed out a laugh.

You giggled, shaking your head and letting your fingers caress his shoulder blades, his lower back as well as his ribs. You spun him around so you could continue on his chest as well, and his eyes were closed in bliss. When you finished, you walked him backwards under the streaming water of the shower head, arms wrapping around his lower stomach, hugging him, chin resting on his chest as he looked down at you.

"Thank you for this, love."

"Anything for you Tommy."

He kissed the tip of your nose and smiled.

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mattpoitrass7thgoal · 2 years ago

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Bruins as things my dad’s jockey, Bruno, has done

Patrice Bergeron- managed to talk his way down in a speeding ticket from 126 to 109 so he got the lesser fine

Charlie Coyle- doesn’t understand the concept of distance and distance to drive in Australia. Like everything is far away and he doesn’t get it

Trent Frederic- got off a horse after a race and asked us what we thought and we had to remind him that he has to tell us his opinion

Tomas Nosek- refuses to talk to me half the time but if im not there he will be asking dad all these question about me

Craig Smith- is 35 but looks in his early 20s

Anton Blidh- only let us pay him in milk and juice for 8 months

Jake DeBrusk- Let his car run out of petrol 2 days in a row

Nick Foligno- his name is actually Cesar but he thinks Bruno is a cooler name

Taylor Hall- second day he let his car run out of petrol he went to a petrol station before leaving this town we were racing in and instead of getting petrol when his car was low and we were 2.5hours away from home, he decided to buy a burger and coffee instead

Erik Haula- made his other boss buy him a coffee machine so he can have an espresso in the morning

Curtis Lazar- Went into a service station and brought 5 burgers because he needed to put on 2kg before the race

Brad Marchand- nearly hit me with a quadbike one day

David Pastrnak- 2nd day his car run out of petrol we brought him a jerrycan and he told us there was a petrol station 16km down the road, i told him there was not and he said i was lying even though i had driven that road for 2 weeks straight going to my placement an hour away and knew there was no petrol station and the next one was 60km in our home town

Chris Wagner- is married but his wife lives in Brazil still, actually don’t know if he is still married that im confused on

Brandon Carlo- just really tall for no reason

Connor Clifton- absolute cowboy

Derek Forbort- just a quiet guy

Matt Grzelcyk- buys his mother back in Brazil breakfast on ubereats every second day

Hampus Lindholm- he has really nice hair

Charlie McAvoy- called someone a fucking bitch one day because they wouldn’t do something for someone else

Mike Reilly- use to bow to me after he got off the horses

Jeremy Swayman- always wears this one hat and it annoys me

Linus Ullmark- one time stopped Mike in the middle of track work so he could take a picture of the moon

(Me, Mike and Bruno for fun)

#this is basically a shitpost

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dirtywratsimz · 2 years ago

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Previous Post.....

Tif's third night...

[I don't like to whine in public, which is what social media basically is, but I took these pictures a few days ago. Life has been kicking me in the ovaries the last couple of days, so much so that I forced my boyfriend to come see me at work just so I could have a hug, haha. On my way home from work tonight, I was like "I'm gonna play the Simz!" but it just wasn't happening...]

But, anyways, enough about me. Here's the main character...

I loaded my game and Caleb from next door was in my house, yelling at my dog. I convinced him to be nice to Captain, who stinks apparently..

Caleb left. For some reason he never stays even though we're past the Good Friends threshold. I did a little bit of decorating around Tiff's computer, the only corner of the house that she actually uses on the reg.

I fucking love that Mayhem flag and wish I had it in real life. I have lovingly given Deathcrush the nickname Death Crunch.

I had been working on this gig for like 3 days and was only barely half way done...

Makes no fucking sense that I get to name these apps too, btw. That's the last time I'm ever doing one of the app gigs again lol. Took way too long....

Thirst was getting pretty low by that point, so how fortunate for us that Sofia Bjergsen, who Tiff has never met before, just showed up on our doorstep in a Behemoth t-shirt. It's just like an UberEats for vampires.

"Hey, neighbor! It's so nice to meet a new face around here! Wanna come inside.. ?"

We all know which direction this is headed in...

Poor Captain doesn't understand what's going on here, though.

He said, :0

Tiff is pretty happy with herself, though! She said, :D

"Whew! Thanks for that!"

"Feel free to leave whenever you're ready."

"Sorry you had to see that, buddy. Let's get you in the tub..."

I don't understand why a ghost dog has needs like hygiene and hunger but whatever.

Ah nice, look who decided to wake up. I invite you into my own home and you can't even show me the common courtesy of staying conscious.

Caleb decided to come back around, though, in broad daylight no less. Captain was really happy to see him and Sophie or whoever is still just kickin' it. Sims really don't gaf do they?

The three amigos: Tiffany, Caleb, and Captain Whitaker. Also Sophia is there.

Tiff and Caleb apparently have the Deeply Connected sentiment, which is weird because I only ever remember meeting him once or twice. Tiff obviously cares about him a lot more than I do.

A nice lil beauty shot of Tiff uncontrollably hissing in the bathroom to end this post. I'll probably play a little tomorrow. I have like no time to myself these days, between working and college. Not that I mind that much; it makes the time I have to play the Sims a lot more meaningful.

If yo girl look like this you keep her.

#mine #tiff #legacy 1 #sims 4 #s4 #ts4 #s4 gameplay #s4 story #vampire #vampires #nosferatu #simblr #the sims 4

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baby, you’re my new years’ eve

Summary: You and Emily are hosting a New Years’ Eve party for all of your friends, but she’s acting a little weird. You finally find out why when the clock strikes midnight.

Tags: fluff, nye fic, proposal, getting engaged, domesticity, romance, flirting, day in the life

Pairing: Emily x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

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It’s almost 10am by the time you get back from your morning errands, laden with bags and a dusting of snow decorating your coat. You shrug out of your coat and scarf, peel off your gloves, and kick off your boots as you venture further into the house you share with your girlfriend, a warm safe haven from the frozen wind outside. All the Christmas lights the two of you had put up together a few weeks ago are turned on, and the warm and happy feeling settling in your chest only intensifies when you shoulder the kitchen door open to see Emily awake and drinking a cup of coffee at the table.

“You’re up,” you smile, knowing that Emily likes a lie-in on her days off, and she damn well deserves it, too.

“You’re back,” she echoes, a matching bright smile lighting up her face. She’s still in her pyjamas, a dressing gown thrown around her shoulders, and her hair has been let down from its bun, a slight curl to it after having slept with it up. She looks absolutely beautiful, naturally.

“I am.” You walk further into the room and put your bags down on the kitchen counter, beginning to unpack them. “I picked up some stuff for the party tonight, but I also got you breakfast.” You grab a plate from the cupboard and load it up with the pastries you’d bought from the local bakery, sold to you by the baker who knows both you and Emily by name.

“Oh,” she gasps in delight. “Have I told you lately I love you?” She reaches eagerly for the plate to place it on the table before reaching around for a kiss.

“You have,” you confirm, amused, “you tell me every day, Em.”

“Because it’s true,” she nods with wide eyes through a mouthful of almond croissant.

Laughing, you grab yourself a plate and a few pastries before joining Emily at the table. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Mm, it was a bit broken,” she admits, not quite meeting your eye for some reason. “But I made up for it with a little lie-in this morning.” Emily never sleeps badly at home. She’s always said that sleeping in her own bed with you wrapped around her is the best sleeping tablet she’s ever tried, but you don’t dwell on it too much.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you say sympathetically. “You could always have a nap early this afternoon. Need to be in the best shape for partying the night away.”

“Yeah, I might do,” she says, looking back up at you. “If I start to feel tired I’ll try and sleep. Anyway, how did you sleep, Y/N?”

“Like a baby,” you smile. “Woke up early so I thought I’d beat the New Years’ Eve rush to buy up the rest of the snacks. Plus, pastries for breakfast… can’t beat that.”

“You definitely can’t,” Emily says, a smudge of icing on her lip. “Thank you for doing that, sweetheart.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, leaning over to wipe the icing off with your thumb, kissing her for good measure. “Icing,” you explain with a grin as you pull away.

“Ah,” she says knowingly, winking at you before leaning back in for another kiss. “Right, come on. Finish your breakfast and we’ll get on with the day.”

The rest of the morning is spent in the kitchen. You’d decided that as much of the food on offer at the New Years’ party the two of you had planned should be homemade as possible, which meant a fridge full of baked goods you’d already prepared but a short list of items that still needed to be made. It was a bit of an undertaking, but it kept you busy. Despite having known the rest of the BAU for years and having been fully incorporated into their family, you still get nervous before each gathering. Being surrounded by powerful, smart, successful FBI agents was always going to be intimidating, no matter how much you considered them your friends.

“Emily, please don’t stick your finger into the butter and then plunge it into the sugar,” you sigh, a little exasperated as your girlfriend shoves her greasy finger into her mouth for the third time.

“What?” she asks, pretending to be insulted. “It tastes good.”

“Yeah, it’s also not very hygienic,” you point out, rolling out the cookie dough.

“Oh, please, what’s a bit of my saliva when you kiss me everyday anyway?” she asks.

“Well, I might think that,” you reason, “but I’m not sure our guests will. Unless you’ve been running around kissing them, too?” You point your rolling pin at her accusatorily as you wait for her response.

“No!” she cries, kissing you in promise of her devotion. “I only have eyes for you, baby. By the way is it too early to have a glass of wine?”

You roll your eyes at that, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a fond laugh. “It’s 11am Emily,” you giggle. “What’s got into you this morning?”

“Nothing,” she says defensively. “I’m just… excited for the party later.”

“Hmm, okay,” you say dubiously, raising an amused eyebrow in her direction. “In that case, you get started on the samosas. Fry up the filling I prepared and roll out the pastry for me? Then all we need to do is put the chips in later on and set it all up.”

“Anything for you, baby,” she smiles, kissing your cheek before getting on with her assignment.

You work together with your ‘happy’ playlist playing over the kitchen speakers for the next hour and a bit to get all the food ready, and by the time the samosas are being fried, you’re both in desperate need of a sit down. “Right, let’s order something to eat and watch an episode or three of Parks and Rec before we need to get ready and set up, how does that sound?” Emily asks as you both begin the mammoth task of cleaning up the bombsite of a kitchen.

“I don’t know, Em, we have so much food in the fridge,” you say, worrying your lip at the decision.

“Yeah, but it’s all for the party tonight, you don’t want to eat it now,” she says, reaching for your hand and squeezing it comfortingly. “Come on, we’ll tidy up afterwards. I’ll order in some UberEats and we’ll relax for a little while. We deserve it after all this.”

“Okay,” you relent, offering her a grateful smile and letting yourself be guided to the sofa by Emily’s hand.

“You’ve done an amazing job at making all this food, sweetheart,” she says warmly, running a hand through your hair. “You should rest for a bit now so you can properly enjoy tonight, yeah?” She tucks a blanket around you and hands you the remote before she pulls out her phone to order you both some lunch.

Sandwiches eaten and two extra coffees polished off, you get started on setting up the house for the party. The leftover decorations from Christmas make the house bright and pretty enough, so it’s fairly easy to make the house look welcoming, but you still have to sort out the food and drink, move the furniture, and put away the valuables. Not to mention getting yourselves ready.

“Everyone’s arriving at 8, right babe?” Emily calls from the kitchen as you move the coffee table to the side in the living right.

“That’s right,” you call back. “But Spencer and Penelope will probably be here early.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Emily says, walking into the living room and leaning against the doorframe as you finish pushing the table aside to make the room more accessible.

“Does this look okay?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips as you survey your living room.

“It looks great, baby,” Emily reassures you, pushing off the door and pulling you into a side hug as you both look at the decorated room. “The Christmas tree is still up which makes the whole room look lovely, and the New Year banner is nice, too. It’s absolutely perfect for what we need it to do.”

“Okay,” you agree, turning to the side to press your face into her neck, kissing her briefly before pulling away again. “Let’s tidy away the expensive stuff and then go and get ready, yeah?”

“Y/N, there are like 15 people coming and nobody’s gonna get off their tits; we don’t really need to put this stuff away,” she promises, but it’s to no avail.

“Well, I’d rather be safe. Even tipsy people can do some damage,” you point out, putting Emily’s mother’s vase in the cabinet along with a few decorations from the mantle.

“Fair enough,” she agrees, heading into the kitchen to continue tidying up after your earlier cooking adventures. You join her a moment later and the two of you work quickly to do the washing up, tidy the counter, and put the dishwasher on. You’re soon looking at a spick and span kitchen, nearly party-ready, and you smile at your girlfriend in satisfaction. “Looks amazing, doesn’t it?” she smiles back at you.

“It does indeed,” you nod. “It’s only 4. You wanna sit down for a bit before getting ready?”

“Absolutely I do,” she says. “Wanna nap with me?”

“Please,” you sigh, grabbing her hand to lead her down to your bedroom. The two of you ditch the trousers and bury under the covers, setting a timer for an hour before promptly falling asleep.

“Want me to wash your hair?” Emily asks as you both stand under the hot jet of water. Your favourite part of moving in with Emily was definitely the shower; you’d moved from a flat with a from a tiny bath and shower combo unit to a beautiful house on the outskirts of DC with a large walk-in shower and the best water pressure you’d ever experienced; it was quite the upgrade.

“Only if I get to do yours afterwards,” you grin, leaning in for a rather wet and soapy kiss.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says, spinning you round and pouring a generous dollop of shampoo into her palm, lathering up your hair as she massages her fingers into your scalp in a delicious massage. You can’t help but lean into the touch, just as you always do with Emily, making her chuckle fondly. “Feel good?”

You just let out a happy moan in response, sighing as the water washes the shampoo away and Emily quickly applies some conditioner. “Your turn,” you say, doing the same for your girlfriend as she sighs appreciatively.

You both shave your legs and underarms quickly before finishing up in the shower and towelling off next to one another in the spacious bathroom. “Right, it’s 5.30,” you say, checking your phone while Emily wraps her hair up, “so we’ve got like… two hours, probably, until Pen and Spencer show up.”

“Plenty of time,” Emily says breezily, waving her hand in your direction as you open the bathroom window to air out the humidity.

“Still, better to be early rather than late,” you say pointedly, grabbing Emily’s hand and dragging her away from her perch by the radiator and into the bedroom.

She hums as she drops her towel and peruses her wardrobe. When she turns back around with the dress she plans on wearing, you don’t bother to hide your blatant appreciation. After all these years you’re still somehow blown away with how sexy Emily manages to be. “Naughty girl,” she gasps in mock admonishment. “We don’t have time for that. Your words not mine.”

“Life’s tough,” you sigh heavily, walking over and squeezing her ass lightly, taking great pleasure in making her jump as you pull out the dress you’d decided on earlier in the week. “What do you think?” you ask her.

“It will look absolutely gorgeous, Y/N,” she promises, kissing your cheek. She passes you your bathrobe and pulls her own on as you both head to your adjoining dressing tables to sort out your hair. “Straight or curly?”

“Hmm, straight, I think,” you reply, “you know I love your natural hair. I’m gonna go curly though, so we’ll compliment each other perfectly.”

You put on some music and get ready together in tandem, and it goes about as simply as it can when Emily’s involved. You only have three make-up brushes chucked at you and her desk isn’t a total disgrace by the time you’re finished, so you take it as a win. It’s just gone 7 by the time you’re both dressed up to the nines and ready for the party.

“You look… breathtaking,” Emily says dreamily as she drinks you in, kissing you gently so as not to smudge either of your lipsticks.

“Thanks, Em,” you say shyly. “You look absolutely beautiful, too.” She’s wearing a gorgeous full-length black dress with a deep v neck line and a slit in the right leg. She’s a vision next to your colourful outfit and bright makeup, always complementing one another in just the right ways.

“Right, well, if we both look amazing, it’s time to set out the food, isn’t it?” she asks, winking at you as she leads the way out to the kitchen, shutting and locking the door behind you to prevent any stray party guests from wandering in.

The next hour passes quickly and soon guests are spilling through the door, brightening the whole house with their chatter and laughter, getting started on the wine and party food. Emily is marginally quieter than usual, but you brush it up to her just being tired, especially when she’s roped into a conversation with Hotch and Rossi and immediately perks up.

The whole of the BAU team is here, along with your best friends and the few Couple Friends you and Emily had made over the last few years that made you both feel far too grown up and sophisticated. Your friends quickly mingle in with the rest of the guests, though, which was your biggest worry, so with that relief you let yourself relax and enjoy the party.

Spencer and Penelope snag you into a conversation, plying you with champagne and the samosas you’d made with Emily earlier until you properly let go and enjoy yourself. “Wait, Emily made these?” Spencer asks, slightly incredulous at the idea of his most chaotic friend being even somewhat capable in the kitchen.

“She was supervised, don’t worry,” you laugh, biting into one delicious samosa after another.

“I wish I could cook,” Spencer says as he accepts another one from Penelope’s proffered plate.

“Aw, I’ll teach you baby genius,” Penelope grins. “But I once watched you try and put a croissant in the toaster, so you may be a lost cause.”

“Hey, that was when I’d first joined the BAU,” Spencer protests. “It was the first time I had a salary and could afford such luxuries, you can’t blame me for not knowing what to do with it.” His defenses fall on deaf ears, though, as you and Penelope laugh loudly at his expense. “Derek will defend me,” he eventually mutters before running off to find his boyfriend.

You and Penelope chat easily for a while, introducing her to a few of your friends as you orbit around the downstairs of your house. Eventually, you cross paths with Emily again, who still looks a little tense and quiet. “Hey,” you say, catching her arm and subtly drawing her to the side. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah, of course,” she says, plastering on a smile you know is fake. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just enjoy the party, okay? We’ll talk later.”

You can’t really enjoy the party when the back of your mind is continually worrying about your girlfriend, but you’re able to circle around the house a few more times, chatting with all of your guests as everyone tucks into the alcohol and food. Before you know it it’s nearing midnight and Emily’s in the corner of the kitchen having a serious-looking conversation with Hotch.

Tentatively approaching, you tap Emily on the shoulder. “Everyone’s gonna watch the ball drop in the living room,” you say. “You coming?” You try and smile as encouragingly as possible, taking her soft hand in yours.

“Yeah,” she says, looking a little flustered and you can see a little sheen of sweat on her forehead, “yeah, of course, baby. Let’s go.” She hands her glass of champagne to Hotch in a sort of weird gesture that has you furrowing her eyebrows, but nevertheless she grips your hand firmly and you swan into the living room which is already housing most of the guests, everyone chatting and laughing loudly. The sight of so many people you love and adore has you smiling warmly, and you press your arm up against Emily’s, resting your head on her shoulder as the 2 minute countdown begins.

“I love you so much, you know,” you whisper, just for her to hear in the loud, excited room. “I can’t wait to spend a whole other year together. I feel so lucky to have you.”

She moves her neck slightly causing you to lift your head and you’re met with a happy, excited smile, all traces of the nervous Emily that had been swanning around the party all night disappeared. “I feel even luckier to have you, sweetheart,” she murmurs. “You have no idea.”

You both lean in for a kiss which is quickly interrupted by Derek. “Bit early, ladies,” he calls across the room, “it’s not midnight yet.” He’s got Spencer curled up under his arm on the sofa, resting comfortably next to JJ and Penelope who have also cuddled up together. Hotch and Rossi are standing by the Christmas tree rolling their eyes fondly at their agents.

Emily responds with a purposeful middle finger and a well-practiced sneer, but Derek can’t reply because soon the room fills with a swell of noise as everyone starts to count down.

Everyone cheers as the new year is rung in, but as you turn to kiss Emily, you’re instead faced with her on one knee, offering an absolutely beautiful engagement ring. You gasp loudly, gaining everyone’s attention and everyone stops their celebration as a happy, expectant hush falls on the room, the TV’s celebration the only sound.

“Y/N, I can’t express how much I love you,” Emily starts, voice confident but you can hear the undercurrent of emotion written all over it. “All I want to do for the rest of my life is be with you. Ring in each new year with you, celebrate every Christmas with you, come home from every hard case to you, eat pastry for breakfast with you. You’re all I need to be happy, and you’d make me impossibly happier if you’d do me the honour of being my wife. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh my God,” you reply tearfully as soon as she’s finished, tears spilling down your face as she carefully pushes the ring onto your finger and stands up to hug you. Everyone around you is clapping and cheering and celebrating your love but your whole world is shrunk down to the two of you, Emily’s hands on your lower back, her ring on your finger, the press of her body up against yours.

Eventually though, you pull away and kiss her, turning to face your guests with the happiest smile on your face. Hotch is smiling proudly and all the events of the evening slip into place, so you turn to kiss Emily on the cheek fondly. Penelope is crying, naturally, as are most of your friends and everyone crowds round in excitement, congratulating the two of you.

When you finally get a bit of space later in the night, you ask Emily where she’d kept the ring all evening.

“In my bra,” she answers, grinning widely.

“God, how did I not guess that,” you smile fondly, rolling your eyes. You kiss her anyway, though, because she’s hot and you’re very much in love.

“I’m so fucking happy you said yes,” she whispers, keeping her head pressed closely to yours.

“Did you seriously think I would ever say anything else?” you ask, surprised that Emily could possibly think you’d say no.

“Well, I obviously had a feeling,” she admits. “But you can’t help but feel fearful of the tiny probability you’re wrong.”

“Well I didn’t,” you say happily, leaning forward slightly to kiss her softly on the nose.

“No, you didn’t,” Emily replies, gripping her hand. “I seriously love you so much, Y/N.”

“And I seriously love you so much, Emily,” you grin. “I can’t wait to call you my wife, but I’m dead happy with fiancée. That will definitely suffice for now.”

The guests slowly trickle out as the hours tick on, eager to leave the newly engaged couple to themselves. Penelope and Spencer make you promise to have a catch-up brunch in the next few weeks to which you eagerly agree, and Hotch and Rossi both congratulate you like they’re both you and Emily’s dads. Derek gives you both massive hugs and JJ follows up with much gentler hugs and congratulations.

“Tidy up in the morning?” you propose, making Emily’s eyebrows shoot up; you usually insist on tidying up there and then, but she quickly understands as you start to unzip your dress and walk backwards towards the bedroom.

“Tidy up in the morning, indeed,” she agrees, running after you.

“My fiancée,” you sigh happily as you enter your cosy bedroom, pausing to kiss Emily softly.

“Your fiancée,” Emily agrees with a wide grin gracing her lips, leading you to the bed as you both start off this next exciting chapter of your lives together in the most appropriate way you can imagine.

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