#scooter grant

[investingdrone]

Best Government Grants for Mobility Scooters in UK 2024

Government grants for mobility scooters are a lifeline for many people in the UK. Regaining independence and the ability to get around can be truly transformative. If you’ve been considering a mobility scooter but worried about the cost, this article is for you! We’ll be your one-stop shop for navigating the world of government grants, exploring the different schemes available, eligibility…

[pastafossa]

Meep meep Motherfuckers

[lilgynt]

evolution of how men and i interacted at my different jobs so far

doing exact same work and being physically stronger than some of the men > men start lifting things for me and shooing me away when i try > guy held open a door for me and after i said thanks he said i’m just happy to be ur knight in shining armor today

[evie-sturns]

kiss - Matt Sturniolo

summary: when your best friend matt invites you round for a late night hang out, it ends up in him confessing his feelings to you... leading to you kissing your best friend of 8 years for the first time.

contains: fluff, slight arguing, confession, making out.

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i've known matt since 8th grade, we met in science class where he spilt acid on my shirt. after that we became lab partners, then friends, then best friends.

9:34pm

"matt!!" i sing, opening the door to his bedroom and walking in. his gaze lifts from his laptop screen to me, his face lights up. he's wearing a black shirt with white detailing and some grey sweatpants, he's sat up against the pile of pillows on his bed.

"i missed you!" matt smiles, patting the spot next to him.

i jump on to his bed next to him and cuddle up to his sides, resting my head on his shoulder.

"how have you been?" matt exclaims, rubbing my shoulder as i instantly start talking,

in our friendship i've always been the talker, matt's a natural listener so it's an easy dynamic for us.

"guess what happened when i was drving here, this bitch flew on to the road on a scooter! i swerved so hard to miss her, and- and she was fully grown on a scooter!?" i scoff,

matt rubs his eyes with a laugh, "jesus christ." matt scoffs.

i look to my side at him, "like if i totalled my car dodging a middle-aged woman on a children's scooter i'd be so pissed." i continue, matt's in tears now, a stupidly wide smile spread across his pink cheeks.

i sigh, "anyways, netflix?" i suggest, reach onto matts lap and yank his laptop further up his torso. "yeah!" matt replies, he scrolls through netflix and picks out some rom-com

"a rom com? you're feeling romantic today," i tease, matt jabs his fingers into my waist, earning a scream from me followed by a loud giggle.

the opening scene to the movie starts, i cuddle closer to matt's side and wrap a leg over his thigh, matt goes tense and i subtly hear his breathing pick up.

"you okay?" i whisper, matt nods.

"matt why don't you talk to me about things, i've known you since we were 12 you can tell me stuff." i sigh,

"im fine- i'm okay." matt insists, his cheeks are flushed now.

"i know but you've been distance recently, and i don't understand what i've done wrong?" i mumble, pausing the movie and pushing the screen down.

"its not you y/n." matt states,

"then what is it!" i argue back,

"oh my fucking god do you not get it?" matt says, i sit up and look down at him, my eyebrows twisted.

"you are so- so gorgeous. everything about you is perfect and i'm sorry, i'm sorry if this ruins things between us but i'm completely obsessed with you, i really really like you and i have for much longer than i'd rather admit. so i'm sorry if i'm being distant but its painful to be around you without the constant need to fucking tell you- how much i need you."

my mouth falls open, i've always thought matt was cute, i've just pushed it away.

matt looks at me, scanning over my face as he breathes deeply, his eyebrows slanted upwards out of nerves.

"you mean it-" before i can finish my sentence matt cuts me off, "yes- i fucking do." he whines, running a hand through his hair as he sits up.

his laptop slides off his lap, i crawl over and sit on his lap while he props himself up on the headboard.

i grab his chin, making him look up at me as i get comfortable straddling him.

"you should've told me baby." i whisper, the pet name makes matt's eyes widen.

"because you've always been cute matt, just my type yeah?"

"dont lie please.." matt shys

i smirk before pressing our lips together, his lips are plush and soft, i've always wondered what they would feel like against mine.

"oh my god." matt breathes against my lips, my heart thumps out of my chest as i place a hand on his shoulder, rocking my hips against the fabric of his sweatpants.

matt glides his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission which i quickly grant. his tongue slips inside my mouth, fighting mine for dominance.

his ringed hands lace into my brunette hair, pushing my head further towards his.

his spare hand finds its way to my ass, pushing me against his lap harder, a pathetic whine escapes my mouth, matt chuckles against my lips before pulling away.

"don't get too worked up sweetheart." matt teases, i scoff

"shut up"

i lean back slightly, his face scans over mine "was that okay..?" he asks shyly like he wasn't just pressing me down onto his clothed cock 15 seconds ago.

"that was really.. fucking good." i laugh, laying down on his body and burying my head on his shoulder, i press small kisses on his neck, marking lightly.

"what.. are we?" he asks,

"what do you want to be?" i reply,

"you don't have to say yes- this is random but, do you want to maybe.. will you be my girlfriend." matt asks quietly,

i laugh slightly "you're so stupid matt,"

he goes silent, i give him a proper reply before he starts to panic

"yes, yes matt i will be your girlfriend." i smile,

matt grabs both sides of my face and smashes his lips to mine again, smiling widely against my lips.

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[fatasticfeedernurse]

Exercise.

Have your feedee do regular activities. To be on shape? fuck no! just so they slowly but surely notice their decline, and began to foresee their inevitable, immobile demise.

Like, at first have them walk on a treadmill from time to time. It wont be much at first...but when that 5 minutes of walking start to involve heavy breathing, gasping, or even a mild exertion? oh boy it will be glorious.

Take regular walks! to your regular fast food resort that is. Enjoy every step! you will be missing them when all you can do is use your plump feet to press the accelerator on your mobility scooter.

Enjoy the little things, because when you finish adding those sweet 600+ lbs into your petite frame is when you will notice how much movements you are giving for granted.

Oh, that and you probably will, slowly, realise just much your fat limits you. how much it takes from you....But hey, its hot, isnt it? so keep going fatty~

After all, we are just a couple blocks away from the fast food place. SURELY you can walk that, dont you?

its not like that is EXERCISE...~

[radiance1]

De-aged Danny, but with the extra addition of him being a Moth-boy.

So he ends up in the DC dimension, one-way, someway and is now an orphan. As one usually would be, when trapped in another dimension and no longer able to contact friends and family while also looking like a goddamn 5-year-old.

So, he lives on the streets as a homeless meta kid, mostly because nobody wants to hire a literal child that looks to be under 10, not even a teen, even if for part time.

So what does a tiny, four-armed and fluffy Moth-boy Ghost to do? Not much, if he's being honest, but when times call for desperate measures he...!

Resorts to stealing.

He's obviously not going to resort to digging through garbage-for interesting little doodads, sure, but not for food. Like earlier today, where he found a little glass marble that he placed with his other glass marbles in a little collection.

Some big, some small, and some even have glitter!

He regularly uses his invisibility and intangibility to steal good for himself, mostly at night, or during a rush hour, and it works well for him. Until he was caught by a pizza shop owner, who for some reason was able to catch him while he was invisible, and instead of being, you know, cursed/and or shouted at for stealing.

He finds himself with a job.

Mostly to do with cleaning the floor, and occasionally taking orders to different tables. He was also granted a free room, and had a pretty decent pay all things considered, also the free pizza was a plus.

Did he expect this to happen? No, no he did not, but did the owner say anything about his glass marble collection? Yes, yes they did. Mostly trying to stop him from digging through the trash for them, and instead pointing him to a store that actually, you know, sells them.

Then one day, while he was mopping the floor (why the fuck are the brooms and mops so big.), their usual delivery guy was out of commission, caught a cold or something, and Danny, wanting to more money as well as help out, volunteered to do this job. He could fly and he was fast, so he was given it, but as long as he was careful and safe.

So he finished most of the orders pretty easily, didn't need to use the scooter since he could, you know, fly and all that. The last place on the list he didn't know that well, but was pretty famous around Jump City.

Titans Tower.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

BMW Isetta Standard 250, 1955. The car that transformed BMW's fortunes in the 1950s had been designed in Italy by two young aeronautical engineers, Ermenegildo Preti, and Pierluigi Raggi. They were commissioned by Renzo Rivolta who thought his company, Iso Rivolta Spa (which was making scooters and motorcycles) should produce a new type of automobile, as small as possible. The Iso version didn't sell particularly well in Italy but did attract the attention of BMW managers. The German company was in dire straits and was struggling to introduce new models. In particular they needed a small car, low-cost and fuel-efficient, to help mobilise post-war Germany. They secured a license from Iso to manufacture the cars In Germany powered by their own BMW motorcycle engines. It was an immediate success, with over 160,000 units being made from 1955 to 1962. Yes that's Cary Grant standing in one

[therobotmonster]

Muppet's Jurassic Park

Grant - Kermit Ellie - Mrs. Piggy Malcom - Gonzo Tim & Lex - Scooter and Skeeter Hammond - Statler and Waldorf (one is a (first draft) clone, they do not agree on which one) Arnold - Bobo Nedry - Fozzie Dr. Wu - Dr. Benson Honeydew & Beaker Muldoon - Sam the Eagle

The T-Rex - Jeff Goldblum

He is wearing one of these:

[fae-feeder]

When we go out, I've started keeping a score of the number of ~fat girl phrases~ you say.

At first it was just how often you asked for food. "I'm hungry again can we stop at a drive-thru?" or "I know we just ate but this place looks sooo good" in your excited, pleading voice. I never say no, and if there isn't a food spot nearby my backpack is full of treats - bags of mini-donuts and chocolate bars and a thermos of heavy cream for you to sip. You make excuses to friends who don't know you spend most days stuffing yourself in our apartment. "I'm just so hungry today I don't know what it is..."

But then we decided to create a little game out of it. With rules to make sure I get to show off how spoiled and dependent you really are.

One point when you ask for food. Two points when you ask me for help in situations where no normal, even marginally fit person would need a hand.

"Can you get that for me?" whenever anything is not within your arm's reach. That's a big rule - you don't move an inch if you don't have to.

"I really need to sit down" if you do have to walk more than a few steps. I'll make sure you get a seat as soon as possible. And when it's time to stand up, I always help you get back on your feet.

But the real prize is ten points when you admit you're too fat for something everyone else takes for granted. "I'm really not built for it" when a friend wants you to get up and dance with them. "I don't walk so far, I'm gonna need to borrow a scooter" when we go to the mall. "My fat ass? Only if we're driving" when we want to grab more munchies from the store down the block. You laugh when you say these things, like it's just a little self-deprecating joke that you've gotten too fat to walk around a store.

It doesn't matter if you really think you're too heavy and out-of-shape to do it. There's a look I give you. A playful look that says "you're fat, you're the fattest person most of us know, go ahead and act like it". And when I give you that look, you know you're playing the role of the girl who got so fat that she can barely stand up on her own. A spoiled and overfed princess who relies on her girlfriend for anything remotely physical. And you love it.

[quixoticanarchy]

Finished reading Cobalt Red by Siddharth Kara and he does a good job showing how the cobalt supply chain is inextricable from incredible human suffering, near-slavery, rampant exploitation, environmental devastation, and child labor. And it’s very clear that no promise a tech or battery manufacturer makes that their supply chain is clean means literally anything bc industrially and artisanally mined cobalt are mixed into the same supply untraceably. And the book also covers the fact that cobalt supplies are finite and when the DRC’s cobalt is exhausted the industry will move elsewhere, rinse and repeat, and the people in the Congo will be left with the ongoing and unremediated -maybe irremediable - damage. All of this so that we can have smartphones, electric vehicles, iPads, electric scooters, almost anything with a rechargeable battery.

It’s also clear that the tech and battery industries are interested in good PR and making empty statements about human rights when they should be taking responsibility for the working conditions of small-scale miners (and minors) dying at the bottom of their supply chains. What Kara doesn’t really address is the demand side of this equation, not just the demand by companies whose products use cobalt-containing batteries but also the consumers sustaining that demand, who buy every new smartphone and eagerly pin their hopes on electric vehicles to let us keep our car-dependent world without the fossil fuel guilt. The book takes it for granted that cobalt will be required in high quantities for consumer electronics and for “green” tech, and to some extent this is true - as in, none of those demands or uses will cease overnight and in the meantime we should worry about how to address industrial and business practices and government corruption in order to treat Congolese miners as human beings.

But it feels incomplete without also asking questions like: should that demand continue? Can it? Do we need this many devices? What costs are acceptable? Can we really have our cake (smartphones, EVs, etc) and eat it too (slavery-free, non-exploitative supply chains that don’t kill the people at the bottom and lay waste to the environment)? What if - as the book would seem to suggest - we really cannot? If one goal of the book is for people to realize what conditions underlie the extraction of cobalt, what action is then incumbent upon us? Personal consumer choice will not undo all this harm, but it is a necessary step in rethinking or attempting other ways to live. Is it a right to have a smartphone, a new one every year or two, if it comes at the price of other people’s human rights? At what point do we say that it is not an acceptable cost that the extractive industries are perpetuating neocolonialism and near-slavery in order that we should have comfortable lives?

We know we have to stop relying on fossil fuels or we’ll burn down the planet (to a greater degree than is already locked in) but the “green energy transition” is not clean at all. Capitalism seeks the lowest price for labor and the highest profits; obviously these extractive relationships owe a lot of their horror to being conducted in a capitalist milieu. But even thinking about, say, a socialist world instead, if it aspires to still provide smartphones and electric vehicles en masse and maintain the comforts and conveniences of the “Western” lifestyle then we would still be relying on massive amounts of resource extraction with no guarantee of less suffering. The devices are themselves part of the problem. The demand for them and the extent to which “modern” life in “developed” countries relies upon them is part of the problem. It is unsustainable. It is built on blood and it makes a mockery of purported values of dignity, equality, and human rights. The lives of Congolese cobalt miners are tied to how we in the “developed” or colonizer countries live and consume. I do not think their lives will change substantially unless ours do.

[flnpushy]

Helios: Angels Last Birth

13 months ago…. Helios Birthing Center

“Angel do you choose to accept this experiment for your last required mission on Helios?” Kara said.

“What are the details.” Angel responded. 

“The details are as follows.” Kara said beginning the list…… “You will be impregnated… 

12 Months Later 

“We are 1 month away from the birth.” Kara said to Angel. “How do you feel?”

“This is the biggest belly I’ve ever had and will ever have again, But I Am excited to be a part of this experiment.” Angel replied.

The Final Birth for Angel 

Kara had meet angel years prior when she was giving birth for the first time. Kara and Angel had also been part of a prior experiment together. Now it was time for Angels 3rd and final baby required to complete her service to the Mission. Angel agreed to do an experiment as it granted her access to a full-time position at the Facility. If she did not she would have been retired out of the Helios Mission and would have to find a new career option. Angel knew however she wanted to stay with helios and stay with her friend Kara. Kara now a scientist was in the lead of Angels experiment. Angel would be granted a position with the Helios Facility upon completion of this birth experiment. The guidelines of the experiment were as follows: 

The Class 152 Impregnation experiment…..

This experiment is to be conducted under close supervision by scientific staff. The Woman to be impregnated must be small framed, have a strong will power, and must be patient. She is to birth A large baby under close supervision of Scientific staff. This experiment has been conducted on Alpha Centauri, and Martian soil. The gravity of Helios is significantly less, causing less help for the birthing mother. The plot is as follows:

Outcomes for this experiment and the breakdown are as follows. The mother is to birth a large baby 25-30 pounds in womb. The baby under the Class 152 type will gain 1-1.5 pounds per day during the birthing process. The baby will be born head first. No mechanical assistance is permitted, the mother must deliver the baby under her own will power. All data must be collected and stored for future reference. The babies head will have a large circumference, making crowning and leading up to crowning very difficult. Anticipated birthing time: 1-2 weeks 

The day had arrived. Angel was in her room and getting ready to report to Kara’s Garden 150. This birth garden was designed for experimental births and was equipped only for this matter. Angel looked forward to this birth. It was her final birth, and she was excited to find a position within the Helios facility. Her goal was to work with Kara directly. Angel Arose from bed and began walking toward the door to report to the garden. In her large belly she could feel the baby squirming and kicking. 

“Little man wants out.” She whispered. 

She went out the door and made her way by scooter toward the experimental wing of the facility. Angel was ready. 

Angel arrived at Kara’s office. 

“Good morning beautiful, are we ready for this?” Kara asked. 

“Yes, I am ready for this baby to be out of my belly, he’s active in there today!” Angel said. 

“Ok lets go through the basics on your health and wellness and lets get this show in the road. We are going to have a long week!” Kara said.

“Do you think it will take longer?” Angel asked.

“Personally I bet we are looking at 1 and a half to two weeks to get this baby out of you.” Kara said. 

“Whew!” Angel said. “Lots of pushing in my future.” 

“Oh its going to be!” Kara said. ‘Lets get you in and ready.”

Kara led Angel into the entry way of Garden 150. She scanned in and the airlock doors opened. Upon opening a beautiful garden environment was revealed. This truly was the ultimate in birthing facilities. Angel was excited to birth her last baby here in absolute luxury. The facility was lavish. A jungle scene with a small stream, koi pond, and flowing trees and foliage. The smell was fresh and natural. The facility had all birthing facilities like any normal garden, accept this one had state of the art tech for measuring data, metrics, and recording data. 

Kara had angel sit upon a birthing bed. 

“Ok hun, open up.” Kara said. 

Angel laid back and spread her legs. Kara took a small device, and with a gloved hand inserted it up inside of Angels vagina. This probe had a camera and was set to record the baby during birth. The next item of business was the babies position and the injection that would skip labor and dilate Angel. Kara did the injection. 5 minutes passed. 

“Ok lets take a look.” Kara said. She grabbed a long tube and attached a suction cup looking device to the end of it. Kara inserted the tube into Angels vagina and continued to insert until it stopped. Kara tapped a button that turned on a camera at the end of the tube. 

“Ok you are dilated and I see the top of the babies head.” Kara said. 

Kara pressed the tube farther in. She placed the suction cup upon the unborn babies head, and then withdrew the tube.

“Ok that will be it for instrumentation for now. This will measure the weight if baby, the vitals, and your pushing efforts.” Kara said. 

Angel smiled and made eye contact with her good friend.

“Ok hun, your ready to push momma!” Kara said. 

Angel smiled and laid back on the bed. 

“Ok first contraction is coming, and I’m getting data.” Kara said. 

Readout: Baby healthy, head first, weight 27 pounds, gaining 1 pounds per day. 

“Were on our way.” Kara said 

“My last baby.” Angel said. 

“Yes, your last one hun.” Kara replied. “Its not going to be the easiest one, I can assure that.” 

“It’s ok, it’s my last one.” Angel said.

It was time for Angel to begin her pushing. A contraction came and Angel gave the first push. Kara begin receiving data, and the birth had begun. Angel started out on her back with the first few contractions, but quickly switched to a birth stool. Kara noticed that the baby was active at first, but then seemed to relax and let things happen. For such a large baby, Angel need all the help from within that she could in order to get it out of her belly.

12 hours passed. Angel actively pushed while Kara tended to her and the data. 12 hours of pushing had moved the babies head through the cervix, but that was all. It was time to inspect. Angel moved to a birth bed and Kara began a visual check. Kara opened Angels opening, It was still tight yet and the head wasn’t in view. She put her finger in about 2 inches and still felt nothing. After 12 hours, not much had happened. Angel kept on. 

Another 6 hours passed. Not much. 6 more hours advanced. Nothing much. 1 day into pushing and nothing to show for it. 

Kara made a check, at 30 hours in. Finally about 2 inches inside her opening, she could feel the top of babies head. 

“Ok we have progress, the head is about 2 inches inside of you.” Kara said. 

“Ohhhh it feels big…..” Angel said. “I can feel him squirming in there.” 

“Its good that he’s active.” Kara replied.

“Yeah he can help mamma get him out.” Angel said. 

Angel continued her pushing efforts for another 5 hours. She began noticing that the baby was squirming and helping less and less as she moved it towards her opening. The vital signs were ok, but the baby stopped its helping efforts. Without them it would be an all out struggle for Angel to birth the baby. Still she continued.

It was now coming into the second day of pushing. The head was still one full inch inside Angels opening. It had taken 12 hours to advance the baby one inch closer. Still not crowning. Now with the baby not helping at all, Angel was pushing a 28 pound baby through her. No easy task. 12 more hours passed. Angel was now side laying. Finally after almost 3 days of pushing. A sign of progress was about to happen. 

Angel made a huge push, Kara watched her opening in anticipation. As Angel bore down, Kara could see a tiny bulge starting to happen, the labia opened ever so slightly. The push ended and the bulge disappeared. This continued to happen with every push, until 3 hours later, a tiny tuft of hair could be seen for a brief moment. 

“Good girl, I see a head!” Kara said. 

“Thank goodness he’s starting to come out!” Angel said as she exhaled. 

“Yes Angel you are doing it.” Kara said. 

Angel continued to push, making headway little by little. Each push now made Angels opening bulge. The head was just inside. Each contraction was lasting several minutes and Angel was working hard to push with them. The baby wasn’t progressing much though. The babies lack of movement, the large head, and chunky 28 pound body was making progress very slow. 

The next contraction and pushes Brought the head more into the opening, Kara could clearly see a tiny sliver of the head sitting in the opening. When the push stopped the sliver retracted back into the opening. The baby was now entering the yo-yo phase. And It was going to take some serious pushing and stretching to get it out. 

Meanwhile Kara was working with the data. Measuring the pushing force and reading the vitals of the baby within. It was all up to Angel and the baby to complete this birth. With the baby barely moving, Angel was doing a bulk of the work. Still each push went on. Another 6 hours passed. Another day had progressed. Kara now noted that the baby had gained weight once more. The baby was now 29 pounds and still well inside Angels belly. It was only getting harder to push out. Another few hours passed. There was a slight breakthrough. The head was now getting bigger in the opening as Angel was slowly beginning the stretching process. Each push brought the head into view. At the end of the push however, the head continued to slip back in. 

Kara continued to take notes, as the action was now happening faster. Kara’s notes are as follows:

10:50:30 Push, can see head in opening 

10:51:10 push ends and head slips back in

10:55:12 Pushing, head appears

10:55:30 tiny slip-in but pushing 

10:56:01 head slips back in 

Kara watched as Angel kept pushing. The head made more and more appearances with each push. However it continued to slip back in. This continued for 4 hours, until finally Angel was able to hold the baby up against her opening with each push. More stretching needed to happen, but it was progress seeing more of the head with each push. 

Angel pushed, this time the head stretched into the opening nicely. However as Angel bore down the baby suddenly wiggled its head, this caused the head to recess back in. The baby was now active, but it wasn’t helping Angel progress. Rather it was working to get back in her belly. Angel pushed again. The head pressed tightly against her un-stretched opening. She held it there as best she could, the baby once again wiggled, the sudden wiggle had the baby recessing back inside once more. 

“Looks like the baby is refusing to fit through.” Kara said. “Your not stretched enough yet.” 

“What do I do?” Angel asked.

“Not much you can do, just keep pushing the head against the opening, it will slowly stretch open.” Kara said. 

“Was there a clause in this experimental contract for mechanical assistance?” Angel asked.

“No, there wasn’t, Its all up to you to get the baby out.” Kara said. 

“Ok.” Angel said 

“Its going to be ok.” Kara said. “You’ll get it out.”

“This is the biggest baby I’ve ever had in me since I arrived at Helios.” Angel said concerned.

“Yes it is, but birthing this baby will grant you retirement from birthing or scientific status.” Kara said. “You could join me doing experiments.” 

“Yes that would be ahhhhh!” Angel said as a contraction began.

Angel pulled back her legs and began to push her big belly began to contract. Below she began to bulge. The babies head was coming closer as she continued to push. Angel held the push as long as she could but the baby did not show. She tried again. This time she bulged more and the babies head came into view. The push ended. However this time something changed. Instead of the babies head retracting back inside. The head remained in view in the opening. Angel was beginning to stretch. Kara could see the head wiggling from side to side inside on angels opening. It was the baby attempting to wiggle free of Angels vagina. 

“It looks like the little man is helping.” Kara said

“Yes, I can feel him wiggling against my opening.” Angel replied. “Its nice he’s helping in there.” 

Angel pushed again with a new contraction. This time the babies head remained in the same spot and didn’t budge forward at all. The little head wiggled once more as angel pushed to attempt to free it. The push ended, but this time the baby slid back in and the vagina closed. Angel waited till the next opportunity and pushed hard. The head came right back up to the opening and began wiggling again trying its hardest to free itself from the clenches of angels womb. However the baby was simply too big, and not strong enough to free itself. It would have to wait till angel stretched and pushed to get free. 

The head remained visible but refused to budge for the next 5 contractions. Angel was trying to stretch open, but the progress was very slow. Angel was trying hard but the head wasn’t budging. Another 30 minutes passed with no forward progress. Angels opening was no farther stretched than before. The head was visible in the opening. Kara could see the dark hair on the babies head just stuck there in angels vagina. She could see the head wiggling back and forth inside trying to get free. Angel was pushing, but not movement was happening. The 29 pound baby was clearly stuck. 

After another hour of trying to move the baby. It was clear that changes needed to be made. Kara suggested that Angel get active and walk around to try and help move the baby inside to free it. Angel stood up and let her huge belly hang down. She had been laying down now for many hours attempting to free the baby. Upon standing up her vagina closed, sealing the baby back inside. Angel was discouraged, but kept at it. Angel paced around the area, taking in the surroundings while working with contractions to attempt to get the baby to move. Each time she pushed Kara could see the babies head appear in the opening, before being sealed back in at the end of the push. Angel continued activity for another 4 hours without much progress. The babies head seemed to be simply too large to progress any farther. 

Now approaching 4 days into the pushing. The 29 pound baby still remained stuck in Angel. It was time to get more aggressive with the pushing as the baby was still gaining weight inside of her. The baby needed to make progress. Angel laid back on the birthing stations bed and pulled her legs back. Kara attached stirrups to hold here legs in a better position. The table was then inverted so that Angel didn’t have to fight uphill to push the baby. Pushing was now getting serious. Kara got another data update. The baby was now 29.5 pounds inside angel. It was time to get this baby out before birthing became nearly impossible. 

Angel began pushing in rhythm. Pushing even without the assistance of a helping contraction. Angel was forcing her body to the maximum to attempt to free the baby from her belly. Kara began coaching and taking data at the same time. The baby continued to slide back in after each push with little forward progress. Finally after an hour of this, angel started to stretch a bit more allowing more of the head to seen. The tear drop opening shape was now forming, meaning that the head was making some progress. Kara decided to switch angel back to a birth stool for added comfort. The head was now much larger in the opening. Another 3 hours of pushing passed until the head moved farther. The progress was painfully slow, but was happening. The head now bulged out a bit, but angels skin was still tightly clenched around the huge head. 2 more hours passed of constant pushing. Finally with one big push the skin slipped around the rest of the head. After almost 5 days of pushing the head was free. The babies head as massive and dangling from angel. Angel needed to stand as her legs could take no more of the birth stool. As she stood the head made it so she couldn’t close her legs at all. Angel waddled around a bit. The babies head turtled back a bit sucking itself back. The baby wanted back inside, but the head was much too large to do so. Still the baby tried, but wasn’t successful. The rotation began. It was now time to birth the shoulders. Luckily with the genetic make up of the experiment this wasn’t going to be as hard as the head. Sitting back on the birth stool angel began pushing hard once more. The rotation of the baby continued. The baby was active. Constantly wiggling trying to escape. After about 4 more hours the baby finally slipped out. 

“Good job angel.” Kara said. “You did it friend.” 

Two weeks later: 

Angels last birth was now over. Now she could choose to retire, or potentially take a job at the facility. What happens is to be continued…… 

[tigerwolfdemon21]

This a 100+ year old Asami Sato would say pt 2

"In retrospect I regret my contributions to capitalism"

"It's a bit ironic that I'm banned from some of the same buildings I designed"

"Future Industries could have at least changed the name of the cars when we left the company. Especially because all of them are shit."

"How many times are one of you going to remove the extra engine I put on my mobility scooter before you realize I'm going to keep putting it back on? I don't care if it's technically illegal, so long as I can lift up a drill I will put it back."

"intelligence doesn't cancel out stupid. It just means they can do dumb shit more efficiently. At least if my family is anything to go by."

"I have no idea how many grandkids I have. I lost count after the first set."

"I get at least one free punch on every relative that died before me if I die. I say if because I'm pretty sure part of the reason I'm alive is because they know this and they're scared."

"I have loved and wanted to strangle every avatar I've met."

"the most common thing among avatars is their kindness, strength, stubbornness, and their absolute trash mental health."

"all avatars hate pants. I appreciated that much more with Korra. The others however I could have lived without. Getting pants on a small child is hard enough without bending. And getting teens to keep their pants on.....whole other problem."

"three people stole my face and two of them took my name with it. Granted Bao(male earth avatar after Korra) showed I would have looked hot as any gender."

"Grandparent names are given to you by your grandkids. And much like nicknames once it sticks you will never get rid of it. People have called me Mimi so long even I get confused when someone calls me Asami."

"my eldest granddaughter(Asami II) has my name, my face, my intelligence and had the gall to pair that with her great aunt Lin's personality."

"Asami Sato the third has my name, face, intelligence and my wife's impulse control and hyperactivity. Oh fucking spirits she's Varrick. With. My. Face."

"I like to think that every time a Sato is born a bender my dad has a coronary in the spirit world"

"I have never met an avatar that didn't walk face first into a glass door more than once."

"the avatar has the power of a god, a heart of gold and the braincell of a koala squirrel."

[pansy-placebo]

This is your sign to get That Thing that you've thought would be useful for a long time, but didn't think you should get it for whatever reason. This is the sign to get that thing.

I bought a shower chair, a phone holder for the shower, and a powered scrubber. And my life is forever changed.

Context: I've been pretty open about how, for the past year or so, I've been increasingly struggling with bathing. I used to shower roughly every other day, and gradually that became about once a week, and then further, and then to the point where I genuinely don't know how often I've been bathing. It's just been deodorant and dry shampoo for a long, long time.

This is because I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) and dissociative issues. Everything way is way more mentally and physically taxing with CFS, and the dissociation makes it doubly hard to focus. My phone would be blasting some video outside the shower to keep me present, but afterwards I'd still be exhausted for at least the rest of the day.

I got around the problem a little by taking "spit baths" or "bird baths", basically washing the important parts in the sink. Then I'd use deodorant for the rest (which, as long as I semi-regularly changed my clothes, went well /gen). I went a long time using primarily these methods, as it uses overall less energy than a full shower.

But smelling good and being basically hygienic ≠ feeling clean. I was getting the important parts, but I only ever feel clean when I've thoroughly showered.

So. After a great deal of consideration, I decided to get a shower chair and a water-resistant phone holder, and while I was on the webpage, I saw a neat powered body scrubber thingy I've always wanted, and ordered it in the spur of the moment. The phone holder arrived yesterday, the chair and scrubber today.

I've included some reference pictures for anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about

And today, I finally took a shower with all the little things I've wanted. The phone holder and the shower chair and the electric scrubber thingy and. Holy shit. I feel better after this shower than any shower I've had in well over a year. Maybe even two years at this point.

It was a little awkward at first, I'm not used to sitting in the shower, but once I got used to everything it was an overall amazing experience.

I actually started laughing at some point, because all those things I've wanted, but for some reason had been afraid of getting, made it so much easier that it felt absurd and delightful and I enjoyed bathing for once!!

Once the shower was over, I grabbed the towel and sat on the shower chair to dry, something new for me. And, once I got out, I immediately got changed into fresh clothes instead of spending hours laying in bed recuperating.

I went and made myself dinner just now!!! Granted, it was just microwave baked beans, but I can never cook after bathing!!!

Anyway I'm sitting here drying and cozy in my usual Warm Things and feeling very, very happy about my purchases.

The moral of this story is that if you have the ability to get something that you suspect will make your life easier, get it.

It doesn't matter whether you're sick or not, it doesn't matter if you're diagnosed, it doesn't matter if you can technically get by without it. It doesn't matter if the thing is for "old people" and you're young, it doesn't matter if it's for disabled people and you're not sure if you "count" because you "only have" [the mental or physical issue that's affecting you].

Get the fucking thing. If it will make your life better, you should get it. It won't be a waste of money if it makes you less miserable, whatever it is.

Do not deny yourself the tools you need to live comfortably and happily.

You have my permission and my endorsement, if that means anything to you.

Xxx. Pansy

P.s. stay tuned because I'll be getting a powered wheelchair or scooter in the coming months. The moment I figure out how to do it, I will. I should have gotten one when I was first diagnosed but I didn't. I will not be repeating my past mistakes and denying myself the tools I need to live comfortably and happily.

[bsof-maarav]

The disability infrastructure in Israel shows that an effort has been made, but leaves a lot to be desired. However, what struck me was how much the people are attuned to making up for it. People just help without seeming to even notice they are. There wasn't any patronizing feeling to it, or elaborate "look what a good person I am" theater. And anywhere else, you might panic, feeling helpless and dependent on the mercy of strangers, but I was never left hanging long enough for any panic to set in. The strangers actually had a lot of mercy.

People I thanked for their help looked at me like it was a crazy thing to notice or be thankful for. More traditional Jews in particular seemed almost embarrassed to be recognized for it. (Could just be that I was a secular-appearing woman talking to men, but those same men were willing to risk making physical contact with a strange woman by helping me.) People didn't even break stride or blink while they were helping, it's apparently so naturally part of the social contract to not put a stumbling block before the blind and to live out all of its various extrapolations. Granted, not everyone sufficiently understands how to help, so sometimes the help is less than helpful, lol...

...but where I live in the USA, if I were obviously injured and getting into a taxi from a scooter, I'd be on guard against being robbed and assaulted, and any assailant would probably take the scooter and throw it into a nearby tree just for spite. Whereas I just wasn't concerned about that while I was in Israel. Other things, yes. Random terror stabbings and rammings, sure, that worried me. Suicide bombers, definitely a concern. But not the kind of crime I'm used to in my American city.

And if someone got into my personal space in my American city, I'd perceive it as a threat. Whereas in Israel it never once vibed that way for me, it was so clear that people were approaching to try to help.

[ddejavvu]

For mom maybe i dont know

Dad eddie and reader and there daughter being. Is a toddler and shes scared of the storm and just eddied holding her (i love dad eddie btw i dont know if you write for him )

eddie names his baby girl stacy so that his wife can be stacy's mom

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What wakes Eddie is not the typical kiss to the cheek you grant him in the mornings, but a tiny foot jammed into his stomach. His flesh is soft and squishy there, and Stacy's foot nearly dries right through him.

"O-ho," He grunts, voice gruff from sleep and pain. He doubles up from the kick and, as a result, sits upright, "Stace is that- 's that you?"

All he gets is a teary, "Yeah," from his daughter, who's worming her way into his chest as if she hadn't just torn a hole in his gut.

"Wha'ssa matter?" He can't pry her face out of his chest, but he feels tears soaking into his shirt, "Bad dream?"

"No!" She insists, shaking her head vehemently as her wispy hair is sent flying. Before he can ask what's got her so worked up a roar of thunder rips through the trailer, and he sighs, hand working through the hair at the back of her neck.

"Animal again," Eddie rasps, one hand rubbing over the back of Stacy's wrinkled pajama shirt. He's told her that thunder is the sound of her favorite muppet, Animal, playing his drums too loud. She seems to believe it, but she's not too fond of the monster just now.

"I want him to stop," She wails, and that's enough to stir you from your slumber. You roll over, eyebrows adorably furrowed. Eddie would smile if it weren't for the sobbing child in his lap, and he shoots you a sympathetic smile from his spot against the headboard.

"Stacy," You croon, reaching out for her. Somehow you tug her face out of Eddie's chest and she looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes you've ever seen, lower lip quivering pathetically.

"It's late," She warbles, tears flooding down her cheeks like the rain outside, "Why isn't Animal asleep?"

"He's gotta rock," Eddie muses, drying a tear from her cheek with his rough, calloused hand. "That's the law, Stace. if he's gotta rock, he's gotta rock."

Eddie's maybe not the best at cheering her up. You lean over to cup the pudge of her cheek in your hand, warm to the touch and sticky from where tears have started drying on it.

"He'll stop soon, sweetheart," You promise, as Eddie shifts her in his lap. Now her face is over his shoulder, still just as sad as when she'd scrambled up onto your bed, "How about Daddy tells you the story of when he met Animal?"

"You did?" She rears back as another clap of thunder hits, but Eddie's strong hands frame her back and she doesn't flinch. You grin as he nods emphatically, recounting the time that Animal had subbed for Corroded Coffin's drummer. For the record, he hadn't. It was just a guy with scruffy hair. But Stacy's much more enthralled by the muppet version, and lets Eddie lay her down between you as he recites the story.

"He almost broke the drum set," Eddie fibs, eyes wide, "He said Animal Rock!-," His voice goes low and raspy, "-and we couldn't get him to stop! He played allll night." He strokes a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Her eyes start to droop when he gets to the part about Animal nearly wrecking Eddie's van on the way home from the show. He tells her that the moral of the story is to never let a muppet drive, but you think it's to stop drinking when the drummer starts looking like he's made out of foam. He doesn't get to regale her of how he'd met Wayne because her eyes finally slip shut, little puffs of breath slipping from between her lips.

"Animal," Eddie scoffs, wiping at a stray tear on her cheek, "That guy's gonna be hearing from me tomorrow."

He waves a threatening fist at the sky, where you presume the puppet sits with his drums.

"We'll call Scooter to complain," You promise him, your eyes already drooping again now that your daughter's are shut, "Maybe he can come to her birthday party."

"Wayne can puppet him from under the snack table." Eddie declares, and you stifle a laugh into Stacy's hair as you throw your arm over her torso to grab Eddie's hand.

"There's not enough money in the world to get him to do that," You think of your husband’s uncle, all rough edges and scruff, hunched beneath a pink plastic tablecloth talking in silly voices. It's the perfect vision to fall asleep to, and you think you'll pitch it to him in the morning.

Eddie watches on as you doze, falling back into your night's sleep. His eyes are screaming at him to do the same, burning as he keeps them open, but the sight of his daughter snuggled up to his wife is too precious of a sight to miss.

He stays awake for as long as he possibly can, fighting the slow slip of his eyelids. But when they shut, the scene he'd just memorized plays on the backs of them, and he dreams sweetly of the two of you, a gentle smile curved into his face even in sleep.

[cloveroctobers]

BODYGUARD — VICTORIA HUGHES [Summer Writings]

A/N: where is the fandom on this site? Nowhere to be found and only on Twitter! Easily became my fav fem character of the series and would have loved at least ONE MORE SEASON. Would definitely watch if they decided to do a crisis one spin off in the future. Anyways Vic deserves all the love she can get and it’s a special month so here I am—if you catch my drift 😉

SYNOPSIS: life in DC has taken some time getting used to but thanks to having Travis by Vic’s side she manages—although she’s sure she would have figured it out regardless! Vic has begun navigating Crisis One on her own and being in charge of a team leads to her spending the weekend with a member Vic’s not entirely sure likes her but decides to push her pride aside through persuasion of her best friend…later bringing on further rejection?

WARNINGS: curse word dropped + fem reader has southern roots + a few OC’s added just for the purpose of this mini story + mentions of injuries and procedures & Travis still being Travis…

<- read my previous summer anthology fic here.

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~WASHINGTON, D.C.~

A few bruises, a very large angry mosquito bite, and the stench of a cigarette is the first thing Vic notices when she spots you looking out into the distance above the river. You’re not far from where your RV is parked along the growing grass and Vic snorts to herself, realizing that you weren’t bullshitting when you chatted about your ride/home down at the center. You were the first to show up before everyone else on the official start of crisis one (always on your electric scooter with a seat attached and a small wired basket in the back) tipping your, “bless your heart,” trucker hat in greeting along with a apple lollipop hanging in between your lips.

Granted the crisis one team would all receive their uniforms in due time but it certainly wasn’t what Hughes was expecting just based on your file and word of mouth from HR. Vic liked to say she handled herself well trying to work with this new team but there was something about the woman from Texas that liked to throw Vic for a loop.

“Just go over there and hint at the idea of spending some one on one time together,” Travis whispered to Vic who threw her hands up in the air in annoyance.

“We’re not even supposed to be down here! The event is back that way and I don’t even know why I let you talk me into taking a walk.”

Travis gave her a side eye, “hey, I stopped you from jamming a foam board over Duke’s head, you should be thanking me.”

Duke Conway was another member of Crisis One, a bit of a airhead surfer dude that came from a wealthy family that also helped fund this program. The event held vendors that showcased many programs over the state that didn’t mainly cater to mental health services but also just health in general. There were pamphlets, foods proven to uplift your health, demonstrations, games and even other various of activities for all sorts of ages! It was a beautiful scorching hot day out here at the recreation area that felt as big as Central Park! It also started off as a good day until Duke began blabbing to the others about how he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to purchase this new surf board on this salary (yes in DC!), purposely ignoring this elderly woman who wanted more information on crisis one.

That ticked Vic off since she always has a soft spot for the elderly, her personable trait coming into play as she assisted the woman, apologizing for Duke’s actions and answering most of her questions before Travis took over so Vic could tell Duke a thing or two. That of course led to Duke still being oblivious and Vic ready to flip on him since he’s done nothing but kick back and act as if this was some chill weekend outing.

Which led to Travis leaving the booth in Vic’s second or third in command—Travis always assumed it would be you and should be since you two seemed to work together best besides the few times you agree to disagree but instead it went to Duke’s cousin on his mother’s side, Arlington Wraith. Who was a bit of a classist snob but agreed with Vic on their cousin’s stupidity but felt they should be the only one that got to say it—despite Vic out ranking the both of them.

To cool off, Travis and Vic decided to take a walk and now Vic felt like maybe this wasn’t the best idea. The braided haired leader wasn’t sure where you ran off to since one minute you were there with the rest talking to a man that approached the vendor and then in the next you were yards away.

“Thanking you for what exactly?” Vic pulled her bottom lip into her mouth by her teeth, then used a finger to scratch at her scalp in confusion, “Trying to meddle with my love life?”

A freckled face Travis lolls his head around, “Vic it’s been how long since we’ve been in DC?”

Vic lifted her shoulders exasperated, “I dont care and I don’t need to constantly be in a relationship.”

“Who said anything about that?” Travis replied with a frown, “You two may just have sexual chemistry.”

Vic rolled her eyes at this, finding this statement to be so typical of her best friend.

“Again, been there and done that! And this isn’t even what this day is about. I’m supposed to be working and she should be too which means we should only have our heads in the game.”

Travis shrugged, “well maybe your head can be in her game.”

Vic twisted her face in disgust as Travis laughed to himself, “I can’t believe you just said that cringy garbage to me and if you want to be horny—save it until one of your late nights down at those clubs you spend twelve hours in, it’s like you think we’re in Europe or something.”

“Hey, I’m single and like to have fun.” Travis argued with his hands raised.

Vic mumbled, “Yeah that’s your problem.”

Travis fires back, “And your problem is not being laid enough.”

Vic pinched the space in between her brows, “Travis…I love you truly and i broke my celibacy a while ago and still chose to focus on my work even after that but we’re older now. Supposed to be smarter even! I’m pretty sure I’ve had this conversation with you before but I think I’m ready for more than just a lay again. I’ve worked so hard to be here and sure of myself and I want to share that along with having an endless love that lasts until I’m ready to kick the bucket.”

Travis softens his teasing as he reaches to grip Vic’s shoulders and then caressing them, “that’s sweet and I love that for you but how do you expect that to happen if you don’t take another leap of faith with someone that’s right in front of your face?”

“Again!” Vic yells, “Did the whole dating a co-worker and someone that works in the same field as me.”

Travis nods his head knowing of Vic’s dating history, “fair but you’re the one that thinks she doesn’t like you…and you could at least try to be friends since it’s actually nice having someone in your corner in the work place. I mean hey look at us! So go over there and just try.”

“You’re acting as if I’m some kid at the park that’s scared to go play with the other kids or something.”

“Well I think you are honestly,” Travis states making Vic raise her brows in disbelief, “it’s just you and I out here and I know someday will be the day where you’ll want to build a family—outside of me—with someone else and she might be the answer to that.”

Travis didn’t mean that in the sense of having children since he was sure that really wasn’t in Vic’s cards. She liked being the cool aunt to Maya and Carina’s kids and basically being the godmother to Pru, who she shared conversations with every other day but a family didn’t always have to mean producing children, it could be with the people you already surrounded yourself with.

“What exactly am I even going to say? It looks like she’s in deep thought along the horizon and I’m not sure I want to disrupt that.” Vic makes excuses now, molding her lips together as she awkwardly swayed her hands back and forth.

Travis gives her shoulders a shake, “you’re Vic Hughes…I’m sure you’ll manage,” before he circles around Vic to lightly shove her in the direction of a potential love interest, “I can confirm that they also identify as queer.”

Vic whipped around to face her best friend who grins at her, “how? What? That doesn’t automatically mean—

“Sure it doesn’t but I didn’t exactly get the chance to ask if you’re her type.”

“Uh, I’m glad you didn’t! You’re so embarrassing.”

“That’s my job. Now shoo!”

Vic glares at Travis who sends her a thumbs up in encouragement. Turning to face where you stood, it appears that you’re now facing in their direction, watching their exchange but Vic isn’t sure for how long. You pluck the cigarette forward, leaving Vic to pause and shake her head as she now charges forward to stomp it out.

“Seriously?” She holds her hands down at the stomped out lipstick covered cigarette.

Your hands goes to your hips as you await for Vic to get closer, “what?”

“Not only are you killing the environment but also your lungs and possibly other organs, you do realize that don’t you?”

“Sorry mom,” you respond while Vic rolls her eyes.

Vic fans the air before taking an inhale, “What’re you doing all the way out here instead of you know, helping back at the vendor?”

You blink, “it’s actually my day off but I pushed myself to be there since I’ve been parked out here for awhile.”

“What?” Vic looks off to the side in thought, “I don’t remember that on the schedule.”

You joke, “ah, forgot all about me as soon as Duke and Arlington showed up instead huh?”

“Yeah because they give me ulcers.”

You chuckle, “And what do I give you?”

“Hmm…Second-hand smoke?”

“That’s my first one in six months!”

Vic folds her arms, “You’re right, I remember you saying that you quit so that adds more to my disappointment.”

“Oh no, what will I ever do without the approval of Victoria Hughes?”

“Okay, I’m the only one that gets to be sarcastic here.” The brown eyed woman points, leadership kicking in just a bit.

“It was more snark but—

“Whatever! I’m here to ask about your well-being.”

You stare at Vic then, “You don’t need to do that.”

“I know I don’t but if everything doesn’t flow right then I need to check on the state of my team to make sure that it does and I can tell you’re not exactly thrilled about that but…you’re on my team.”

Watch this curveball, “Right…and you’re deflecting from what you really came over here to ask me.”

“Excuse me?”

You’re waving your hand about now, “You and Travis really know how to use your outside voices so…go on ask me already.”

Vic blinks rapidly and tightens her crossed arms as she studies your shell of a face with a clear of her throat, “I don’t even know what you’re taking about I—okay.” She exhaled before continuing, “Would you like to go on a date or hangout with me sometime…even though I’m not sure you even want to be bothered with me?”

“Wow you’re really selling it,” you snort, “what’s the matter, been out the streets that long?”

“Okay, never mind. Screw this.” Vic whips around, ready to walk away until you speak again.

“I would have said no anyway.”

Vic halts and turns back around, arms still crossed as she sways from one leg to the other as the sun burned the back of her bare arms, “What was that?”

You shake your head with your eyes closed, “And not because I don’t like you or find you unattractive because that would be a huge lie. I’d say no considering I also put in time off because I’m getting surgery.”

Vic frowns for another reason now and not just at the rejection although her mind is still spinning, “oh…is everything alright?”

“Cataract surgery…I know that’s usually an older person’s problem but I beat the odds.” You unconsciously rub at your blurry eye, “They said it’s a mixture of genetics but mainly from trauma—

Vic exhales, “from that call we received a month ago? You mean to tell me you’ve been dealing with this since then? You were cleared, I saw that paperwork.”

Vic remembered that day, witnessing you double over after a schizophrenic patient rammed a pen right into your eye. The patient was calm until you turned back around to assist with wheeling them out of the home. Everyone seemed to miss checking the pockets of her robe, where a pen with a frog top was pulled and aimed right at an off guard version of you.

It felt careless and stupid and most of the team knew this. Errors were meant to be made and it should have been one of the first things they checked after securing her but it was a small pen that held quite the damage.

You nod, “yeah guess I wasn’t as cured as they thought. It’s only in that eye so it’ll take less amount of time.”

“When is it?”

“Thursday.”

“And you’re working up until that time?”

“Yup.”

“Well send me the information so I can check up on you.” Vic holds out her phone while you take it with a curious stare.

“This a way to get my phone number?”

“I can get it anyways,” Vic honestly answers, “but i also want the details…you do have someone looking in on you afterwards right?”

You shrug, not wanting to get too personal, “I’ve got Uber and Limbo.”

“Uh…limbo?”

“My ferret.”

Vic says, “You have a ferret…of course you do, you live in a freaking RV!”

You laugh as you send a text to your own phone, listing the details in the message before handing it back over to grab your own phone to send a thumbs up emoji, “if this is your idea of a date you’re more of an oddball than I am.”

“This isn’t a date! It’s simply checking in.”

“After I told you that I’m going to be preparing myself to get my eye scrapped like nails on a chalkboard.”

“I did not need that mental image.” Vic winces.

“I know,” you smirk.

“Are you nervous about it?”

“Do I seem nervous?” You question.

Vic does that thing where she talks fast but in this circumstance was to hide the fact that she may or may not being caring in different ways about you, “Some people tend to hide their emotions better than others so I can’t exactly tell.”

You lift your shoulders, “not really afraid of a little surgery but I’m open to you holding my hand later…if that’s not crossing a line that is.”

“It is crossing many since I’m essentially the head of crisis one but I was also the one who approached you about going on a date or hang out.” Vic exhales in realization that this was basically another pattern that she ultimately wanted to avoid.

Yet here Vic was acting up in the summer time with the stamp of approval from a best friend who still hasn’t gotten their own love life together.

Funny stuff, really.

You reminded, “Which I sorta rejected.”

“Until a later date.” Vic added.

“Until a later date,” you echo meeting Vic’s eyes, “…for now do you want a shot of whiskey? I’ve got some of the best in my humble abode…and don’t worry I’ll bring it out to you to avoid any other problems.”

Vic emphasized, “We’re on the job…”

“You’re on the job.”

“And you’re about to get me into a world of trouble aren’t you?” Vic laughs with her head thrown back, somewhat scared but excited to jump into what’s to come.

There’s a glint in your eye at that as you step even closer to Vic now who feels like she should be breathing regularly but knows that she’s not, “you’ll learn to love it if you haven’t already, Victoria Hughes…so? What do you say?”

She inhales with a pretty smile, “I say sure, I’ll take a shot but just one. I don’t know much about how you Texans get down.”

“I’ll teach you.” You wink, which makes Vic’s belly flutter.

“I have no doubts about that.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“…I’m gonna walk away now so you don’t kiss me.”

Vic scoffs but her face is tight with humor,“Please get over yourself.”

You walk backwards to your RV, “Never, it’s what makes you so fascinated with me.”

“Oh god…I didn’t realize your head was so abnormally big!”

“With the brains to match.”

Vic pushed her lips out not even mad at that comeback, “…Alright I’ll let you have that one.”

You hum with another wink, leaving Vic for a few moments while Vic peers down at her phone at the text message, adding a name to match the number. When she glances over her shoulder, Travis is nowhere to be found—which actually makes Vic relieved until the creaking of your door hits her ears.

Down the steps you go, making your way back to Vic with your baggy ripped shorts, holding two shots of brown. Vic carefully takes it and holds it out to the center, “what are we toasting to?”

“Better beginnings?”

Victoria nods with crinkles by her eyes, “Better beginnings.”

“Should I be cheesy and say, together?”

“Please don’t.” Vic groans, “I’ve had enough corny for today.”

“Noted.”

They clink their glasses as you tell, “make sure you make eye contact or it won’t seal the deal.”

“So you’re superstitious?” Vic makes a mental note of that.

“To a certain extent but it’s common courtesy.”

“Fine.” Vic comments with a sigh as they briefly break eye contact to place their glasses to their lips before holding each others stares again.

One winces while the other grins, “to better beginnings.”

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