#this morning my mom asked me if i would start laundry when i got home and that there was one basket of clothes ready for me

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Headcanons: Your life together with them🩵

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Kang Dae Ho x Reader(f), Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f), Park Gyeong Seok x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f)

Summary: various joint situations when you live with them.

A/N: I apologize for writing a little less often!

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Cho Hyun Ju

Since the girl served in the army and got used to discipline, she will follow it while living with you. She always wakes up much earlier than you, about three hours, where you can sleep until 9-10 a.m., in some cases even before lunch if you get very tired. While you are sleeping, Hyun Ju will do a lot of things around the house (quietly so as not to wake you up), cook you a delicious breakfast and go to wake you up.

She will do it gently and carefully, stroking and kissing you wherever she wants. You sometimes grumble and tell her to lie down and sleep with you in a hug, but it doesn't affect her, so she continues to wake you up with kisses.

- Baby, it's time to get up, your favorite breakfast is already getting cold. And we have a lot to do. - she says gently, kissing your sweet lips.

After a couple of minutes, you still wake up and sleepily go to eat what your Hyunnie has prepared for you with love.

Kang Dae Ho

The guy has a lot of fun living with you. After all, you have new ideas almost every day. Again, recently you wanted to lose weight by the summer, you decided to run every morning. But it wasn't very good alone, so you forced your boyfriend to join you.

- So you want us to wake up at 7 a.m. on our weekend and run down the street when normal people will sleep? - he didn't understand at all why you need it, because you were beautiful.

- And you will run with me for the company! - Dae Ho only had to agree, he didn't want to offend you.

And he knew that soon you would get tired of it and you would throw away this idea, so he decided to be patient.

Thanos (Su Bong)

You and the guy were complete opposites to each other. It was especially seen with household items. Su Bong was dirty. He constantly left his clothes all over the apartment: socks in the corners, clothes were lying on the backs of chairs. You were very unhappy with it, okay, unwashed dishes, but these are extremes.

- Can you stop scattering your clothes? Can't you put the clean ones in the closet, and throw the dirty ones in the laundry. I'm tired of cleaning up after you like a little child. - you mumbled when you removed his clothes from the chair again, while he was sitting on the phone.

- Yes, yes, good. - he said without much attention.

- If this happens again, all your things will fly to the trash!

- I got it, just don't be angry, my baby. - he put down the phone and started cleaning everything, then you rewarded him with a kiss.

But he won't be able to get used to it, so he'll still leave his things, but he's ready to clean up for your extra kisses.

Park Gyeong Seok

The three of you lived in a small apartment: you, your future husband and his daughter Na Yeon. Since the girl was undergoing treatment, she often stayed at home. But you and the man didn't want her to be alone, so you decided to take a housework and sit with Na Yeon.

You and the girl played a lot of her favorite games. She is very attached to you and even calls you mom.

When a man comes home from work, the girl asks him to join you and he, though tired, agrees, because he can't refuse his beloved girls.

Sometimes you and the girl like to mock him, so you can make up him with different makeup.

- Dad now a real princess! - said Na Yeon when she painted Gyeong Seok with children's cosmetics, you just laughed at this whole situation and at the face of a man who was both grumpy and smiling.

Nam Gyu

The guy loves cats very much, but since you both work a lot, you can't get a pet yet, but Gyu really wants to, so he started feeding street cats.

He thinks there's nothing wrong with that, but he was wrong. The cats are used to the fact that the guy began to feed them and they began to come to your house en masse, meowing and asking for food.

When you saw this, you were furious, you immediately called the guy and he had a shy face, he knew what was going on.

- Gyu, do you want to explain to me what's going on with cats here?

- Well... I fed them a little, it looks like they got used to it.. - you looked at him with an evil face, although you understood that he not on purpose.

- Now you will clean up after them, so that there is not a single shit from them! - you said and entered the house, he only agreed with you.

After this situation, the guy began to feed these pets less often, and you began to think that maybe you would give Nam Gyu a kitten.

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[allthingsfangirl101]

New to Mother's Day – Joe Keery

I woke up to my son, Charlie, screaming from his nursery. Tears filled my own eyes as I got out of bed at 2 in the morning and went to his aide. I've been married to Joe Keery for two years. Six months ago, we had a son. One month ago, Joe left to guest star in a TV show. And every day since he left, I have felt like a complete failure.

I went to Charlie's nursery and grabbed him out of his crib. I sat on the rocking chair and began to feed him. When he was finished, I rocked him back to sleep and gently put him in his crib. I went back to my room and collapsed into bed. It felt like I had only slept ten minutes before my alarm went off again. When I looked at the clock, it read 6 am.

Joe was coming home and I wanted to get some of my usual cleaning done. In between taking care of Charlie, I did the laundry, vacuumed, swept and mopped, did the dishes, and cleaned the bathroom. Charlie was taking his afternoon nap and I had finally finished the chores.

I walked in and checked on Charlie. I let out a sigh of relief when he was still sleeping soundly. I went back to the family room, sat on the couch, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

I woke up to someone gently moving some hair off my cheek. My eyes fluttered open before finally focusing on my husband.

"Joe!" I gasped. He laughed as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. He caught us and stopped us before we could fall.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too."

Without letting go of me, Joe stood up. I giggled when he lifted me up and spun me around. He put me back down, leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small moan as our lips started moving in sync. We broke apart when Charlie started to cry.

"Your son knows you're home," I chuckled. Joe gave me another quick kiss before heading toward Charlie's nursery. When I got there, Joe was holding our son, slightly swaying back and forth.

"Were you good for your Mommy?" Joe asked sweetly.

"As good as he can be," I shrugged. He looked up at me and sent me a small smile before turning his focus back to our son.

"What should we do for Mommy tomorrow, buddy?" He asked him. "We gotta show her how much we love her on Mother's Day."

My heart sank into my stomach. I completely forgot tomorrow was Mother's Day. I used to love the holiday. My siblings and I always spoiled our Mom on Mother's Day.

This year, it was different. This year, I was a Mother. And I was failing. Joe and Charlie would be doing sweet things for me tomorrow, all while I felt like I didn't deserve it.

"You don't need to do anything," I brushed off.

"What?" Joe chuckled. "Of course, we're going to do something. It's Mother's Day."

"I know," I said, clearing my throat. "But you just got back in town. You're tired and I am too. We should spend the day, at home, hanging out with Charlie. We don't need to do anything."

Joe walked over with Charlie in his arms. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to them.

"We are going to celebrate Mother's Day, gorgeous," Joe whispered. "You have been a mother for a little over six months and we both love you. We are going to celebrate that."

"And I'm saying that we don't have to," I whispered.

"Y/N," he said as he studied me. "What's going on, baby girl?"

"Nothing," I said a little too quickly. "I'm just. . . It's been a long month with you gone. I missed you. Charlie missed you. I want to spend the weekend focusing on you being home. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Of course not," he sighed. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my waist. "Y/N, you would tell me if something was wrong, right?"

"Yes," I smiled, trying to lighten the tension. "You know me, Joe. I tell you everything."

I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek. I booped Charlie's nose, making him giggle, and headed to the kitchen to make dinner but not before I heard Joe whisper something.

"There is definitely something you're not telling me."

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Later that night, after we had put Charlie to sleep, Joe and I opened a bottle of wine. We spent the night talking about the project he just finished. When we finished the bottle, Joe took me upstairs. We made love that night like we usually do when he returns home. Joe fell asleep after we finished, but I couldn't. I stayed up most of the night, going over the last six months. I fell asleep, overthinking every decision I've made since I became a Mother.

"Happy Mother's Day!"

I jumped up, a smile forming when I saw Joe carrying Charlie into our room. He leaned over and kissed me before handing me our son.

"Thank you," I chuckled.

"Come downstairs," Joe jumped eagerly. "Charlie and I made you breakfast. Then we're going to get you a coffee, take you on a shopping spree, and then to lunch. After that, we're gonna do a little more shopping before taking you to a salon."

"There's a salon open on Mother's Day?"

"Yep," he laughed as he grabbed Charlie. I got out of bed and listened as he continued to plan out our day. "They have a Mother's Day Special. Which you are getting! Full mani-pedi and a blowout. . . Whatever that is."

"It's for hair," I chuckled.

"Well, you're getting it," he smirked. "Then you, me, and Charlie are going to go out to your favorite restaurant for dinner."

"Italianos?"

"Of course," he said in a teasing tone. "After dinner, we're gonna take a walk to that ice cream parlor at the park. Then we're gonna come home and put Charlie to bed together."

"And then?" I asked when he paused. I laughed when he covered our son's ears.

"Then I'm gonna put you to bed," he winked. "Again."

My heart sank into my stomach. The happiness I felt suddenly went away as my thoughts went back to last night. Joe sensed my change. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"We really don't have to do all that."

"But. . ."

"I'd be just as happy staying in and hanging with my boys."

Before he could object, I kissed his cheek and took Charlie. As I went downstairs, Joe grabbed his phone.

Joe's POV

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mom," I greeted. "Happy Mother's Day."

"Thanks, sweetheart," she chuckled. "What do you have planned for Y/N?"

"Lots," I tried to laugh.

"What's wrong?" Mom instantly asked.

"I don't know," I confessed. "Y/N's been. . . Weird."

"What do you mean?"

"She keeps saying that she doesn't want to celebrate Mother's Day," I sighed. "She says she's fine, but I don't think she is, Mom."

"It's been six months since Charlie was born, right?"

"Yeah," I said slowly. I furrowed my eyebrows when Mom hummed. "What?"

"It's completely normal for Y/N to be feeling like this," she said simply.

"It is?"

"Look, Joe," she sighed, "being a parent is hard. You know that. It's even more difficult when you're alone."

"But she's. . ."

"Sweetheart," she cut me off, "I know she isn't alone alone, but she will occasionally be alone. You're going to be out of town every once in a while and she will have to take care of Charlie on her own. It's part of your and her life. She knew that when you first started dating. She knew that when you got married. She knew that when she got pregnant."

"But what do I do?" I sighed. "Mom, she looks. . . She's so. . . I don't know."

"You tell her she's an amazing mother," my mother said softly. "All you have to do is be there for her and remind her that she is a wonderful mother and she is doing the best that she can. No one is perfect."

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We went through the day just like I told Y/N this morning. There were moments when Y/N was smiling and laughing, but every once in a while, she'd lose it. She'd get in her head and shut down for a few minutes.

I tried my best to catch it whenever she had one of those moments. As soon as I noticed she was in her head, I'd do something to pull her out. After we put Charlie to bed, I pulled Y/N into our bedroom. When we got to the door, I kissed her. She moaned as I picked her up and carried her to our bed.

"Wait," she gasped when I laid us down. "Sorry, baby. But. . . I need to use the restroom first."

"Of course," I said, leaning down and kissing her before getting off of her. I sat on the bed and waited as she went to the bathroom. Eventually, I noticed it was taking her longer than normal. After a brief moment of panic, I jumped up and went to the bathroom.

I peeked into the bathroom and sighed when I saw Y/N standing in just her underwear, overanalyzing her body. My heart sank when I saw her put her hands on her stomach and tears filled her eyes.

"There you are," I said, trying to sound light-hearted. I ran over to her and gently grabbed her hands, pulling her close to me. "What's wrong, darling?"

"Why do you love me?" She said, her sob starting.

"What?"

"I'm so ugly," she sobbed. "I'm fat. I'm disgusting. I'm horrible."

"Whoa," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around her and let her sob into my shirt. I reached up and started running my fingers through her hair. "You are beautiful, Y/N. Every part of you is beautiful."

"I'm a horrible mother!" She sobbed louder. I tightened my arms around her and gently shushed her.

"What are you talking about?" I teased lightly.

"I feel like I never know what he needs," she continued. "And whatever I do, it's not enough. I can never tell if he's happy or hungry or needs attention. I don't know what I'm doing."

"You are a wonderful mother, Y/N. Charlie loves you." I pulled out of our hug and caught a stream of tears with my thumb. "You are an amazing mother," I repeated. "I know it's been overwhelming and I'm sorry I haven't been here. But you are an incredible mom."

"Nothing I do is ever good enough," Y/N whispered.

"That's not true," he said instantly. "You are an amazing mother. You are an amazing wife. You are an amazing woman, Y/N. Everything, and I mean everything, you do is enough. Being a new parent is overwhelming. I get overwhelmed."

"You do?" She stuttered.

I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, my hang lingering. "Of course, gorgeous," I softened my voice. "The last month, I have felt like a complete failure of a father. I felt like I abandoned you and Charlie. See? We both have moments like that. The important thing to do is to come together and lift each other up."

Y/N stood on her toes and kissed me. I let out a small moan as I kissed her back. When we broke the kiss, I leaned my forehead against hers.

"I love you so much, Y/N," I whispered. "You are an incredible woman and an even better mother. You are the only person I want to mother and help me raise my children."

"I love you too, Joe."

[faghubby]

Erectile Dysfunction

Jesse rolled over and slid her hand inside my boxers. She played with my soft dick. I leaned towards her and kissed her good morning. We both knew chances have it I wouldn't get hard. I had been to the doctors. Run the test, even tried the little blue pills but nothing worked. The pills actually caused other issues. But Jesse was I. The mood. I started to kiss hee breasts. Then worked my way down. Soon I was sucking on her clit as she gasped and pulled my hair. I made her cum but still remanded soft. I wanted to I was horny as shit. Just couldn't get hard. The Doctors kept saying it was stress. But it had been 2 months now.

"It's okay Paul" Jesse told me. Then got up and made breakfast. The kids where still asleep. Damn kids would sleep all day if I let them.

"I have errands to run today. So they are your problem." Jesse smiled.

"I will get them to help with the yard" I told her. She laughed "good luck"

Jesse looked amazing all dolled up to run errands as I rounded up are three kids. 15, 13 and 12 to come help me in the yard.

"You look amazing" I told her with a kiss.

"Meeting Julie for lunch" she told me and headed out..

My boys helped in the yard. ( the 15 and 12 year old). My daughter always the negotiator convinced me she would do the dishes and catch up the laundry. We had a good day. Jesse called about 3 and said she was going out with the girls for dinner and if we could manage without her. Of course. We made homemade pizza and watched a movie mom might of deemed to scary. It was after 9 when Jesse came home. She headed straight to the bedroom. By the time I came in to ask about her night she was in the shower.

When she got out of the shower I noticed a mark on her neck.

"What this did you hurt yourself?" I asked getting up to look closer.

"Paul. I well I didn't mean too" she babbled. She stopped and sat down holding my hands. "We where out and I was drinking maybe more then I should have. This guy asked me to dance, and I said yes. The music, wine, the fact that I haven't gotten any" she said I went to explain it wasn't my fault but she continued " I kissed him. And um well we made out alot" she stopped looking at my face.

"Is that it?" I asked relieved for a moment.

"No, I sucked his dick in his car?" She spit out. "I'm sorry I don't know what came over me" Jesse tried to explain.

"I understand, I mean" I looked down. I wanted to make love to my wife I just couldn't.

"I am so sorry I will do anything to make it up to you" Jesse continued she kissed me. I kissed her back we laid on the bed hands everywhere but I remained soft. I got between her thighs and pleased her with my tounge. Afterwards we laid there.

"Was he bigger then me?" I asked Jesse didn't answer. "Did you want to have sex with him?" I asked.

"I couldn't" she confessed.

"But he was bigger?" I asked again.

"It's been awhile since I saw yours" she teased reaching into my pants she played with my soft penis. Jerking me off fast. I got excited but not hard. Jesse kept going and I came even though I never got hard.

"How did that feel?" Jesse asked just as surprised as I was.

"Umm" I said kissing her again. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke in the morning to Jesse jerking off my soft little dick again. I came again.

"Jesse, I really do understand about" I started. "It's okay, if every once and awhile you, we'll you know" I told her.

"Know you need to say it" Jesse said sitting up.

"Find a man to please you" I said

"You are serious aren't you" she said stunned.

"We tried the toy, you don't like it" I tried to get her to understand where I was coming from.

"Your just crazy" Jesse jumped up and headed for the shower. I joined her. I watched her wash. Then picked up her pink razor.

"Your lovers may want this shaved I knelt and rubbed shaving lotion into her thick patch of pubic hair. She rubbed my head as I stripped away her hair. She always kept it trimmed but never shaved. I was glad we had endless hot water as I finished. Kissing her now smooth crotch. She lifted her leg and let me enjoy her. After I had made her cum.

"You are serious about another man aren't you?" She asked I just nodded. She took the razor and shaved my crotch as well. We had been in the shower over an hour. She smiled abit.

"What?" I asked

"Nothing, you look like a little boy" she teased.

"So you will stay home and watch the kids while I go on dates" she asked me,

"Sure" I told her. She had me take pics of her for a dating app, She stopped at one point.

"These won't be for dating" she stated then took off her shirt and bra. "These are for a hookup site" she stated I took the pics she was right.

We had spent hours in our room. When we came out only the youngest was up. I roused the troops and made breakfast. I thought it a good day to spend doing a family activity. After some complaining. The fun park near by was decided. They had paintball and go carts. And bunch more activities. Jesse kinda watched most activities preferring the carousel to being hit with balloons of paint. At one point I caught her smiling while swiping thru her phone. As the kids ran off to ride bumper cars. Jesse pulled me into the woman's bathroom. Her hand in my pants before I could even complain. She jerked off my soft dick again, as she whispered about all the guys who had already responded to her profile.

"I am so wet right now" she told me. Smacking my hand away as I went to feel. Cumming in my pants as she did.

"This one wants to know if you are a cuckold, if you want to watch. Or maybe get the details after" she teased. But a woman walked in we excused ourselves. I had never thought about it. I didn't mind when other men checked Jesse out. Made me feel proud I had found such a hot wife. Jesse leaned against me as we watched the kids. She showed me the pics of the men who she liked. I was a bit surprised seeing a few black men on the list.

"Would you like to know? Help me pick one? Or just have it be like I cheat on you?" Jesse asked. This was all very exciting I couldn't remember us being this close and excited about something in a long time.

"I don't want to watch" I said I knew that was not going to work for me.

"I think you would be embarrassed for them to see your little boy pee pee" Jesse teased. I frowned but secretly loved it.

"Baby I think you are going to love being a cuckold" Jesse told me pinching my nipple as the kids came running. We had a wonderful rest of the day. In the morning as I was headed off to work I noticed Jesse had sent me something. As I opened my phone it was a link to a cuckold site. Specifically to a online quiz. "Are you a cuckold" I didn't have time now so I closed it and headed to work.

Later that morning I sat at my desk and remembered the test. I opened it. It had alot of questions, some didn't seem to matter. But I tried my best to answer them. Did I like when other men complimented my wife? Did I like the feel of satin? Did I think my dick was small? Did woman make feel nervous? There where over a hundred questions. Some very personal. Had I ever sucked a cock? Did I ever eat my own cum, someone else's? What kind of porn did I like? Had I ever worn panties?

I was freaked out by some of these questions but also horny by the time I finished. I sent Jesse confirmation that I had completed the test. It didn't give me a result. Just said I would recieve the results via email. But it was linked to Jesse's email not mine.

Jesse replied she would be home late. Meeting someone is all it read. I left work early picked up the kids. Did homework, chores , and dinner. It was after 8 when Jesse called.

"Hey baby, you okay?" She asked. I nodded then realized she was on the phone.

"All good here, how is Maria doing? I Asked

"Maria?" She said then replied. "Good she is feeling much better now. I am on my way home, be there in about 30 minutes" she told me. When she got home she couldn't stop smiling. She kissed the kids and caught up with their day. Only after they headed off to bed did she turn her attention to me. Our oldest still up but playing video games inches room. Jesse unbuttoned my pants and boxers pulling them to my ankles in the middle of the kitchen. She jerked off my soft dick again. As she rubbed my ass.

"He was big. And fucked me so good" she whispered in my ear I was terrified the kids would come running in at any moment. I camagain. There was no force to cumming like this it more like dribbled out.

Jesse held up a finger covered in my cum.

"Want to try?" She asked I looked at her like she was crazy so she licked it off herself. But then kissed me. I quickly pulled up my pants and cleaned up my cum as Jesse went to shower. As I came in the bedroom I noticed sexy lacy black panties on the floor covered in dry cum. She had not used protection? I wanted to know about it who? What had happened? Where? Had she enjoyed it? I was still excited despite having just cum. Jesse emerged from the bathroom already dressed for bed in one of her oversized tee shirt she usually wore. I got in bed with her after quickly stripping down to my boxers. I cuddled up to her. My hand ran over her butt. She wore her comfortable cotton brief panties. After wearing those little lace ones for him.

"What are you thinking?" She rolled over and looked at me.

"I want" I started she kissed me.

"No you don't, I got your results from your test" she assured me. I just laid there spooning her after she rolled back over. Did I not want to know? I tried again to have her tell me anything the next morning she said nothing.

"Let me retake the test" I said desperately as she was about to walk out the door. She just nodded kissed me and left. I got the new link after I had already been home.

Going to be late again. Jesse texted me home about 6. So I made dinner again. Was she meeting him agsin. It would be quick I thought if she was only going to about 45 minutes late. I toke the quiz and dinner cooked and the kids played video games. I went and sat on our bed. I tried to figure out what questions I should change. But the questions weren't exactly the same. But close. They asked if I ever smelled my wife's dirty panties. I thought about her cum stained panties in the hamper and fished them out. I bought them to ,y nose and smelled them. Then stuck out my tounge and licked the dry cum. What was I doing. My hand playing with my soft dick as I did. I sucked on the panties as I filled out the questions. I sent the test back to Jesse.

"Wow, send me a pick of you smelling my panties" she responded about 15 minutes later. I rushed back to the bedroom and took a pic. With them in my mouth instead. I got no response.

Jesse came home this time she ignored the kids and pulled me into the other room. She handed me a little pink bag.

"Go put these on" she whispered in my ear. "And I will tell you every dirty little detail" I looked in to see a pair of pink satin panties. I made a face and looked at her.

"On you get every detail, off you get nothing" she told me. "By the way. Your daughter became a woman today. She smiled. That did explain why she was so moody. I went upstairs to our bathroom and tried on the panties they where so soft. I thought. Then put my pants back on. As I walked I loved the feeling of the panties. We sat down to eat. Jesse said nothing the rest of the night. Doing her normal make sure everything is in order mom things. She had spent over n hour with our daughter. I am sure about woman stuff. I waited to go to bed with her. She finally headed to bed. I was tired. She smiled when she saw I was wearing the panties. She spooned me.

"Tell me" I pleaded.

"In the morning, it's late" Jesse soothed me rubbing my soft panties.

In the morning Jesse told me. "I like you to wear panties whenever I meet with a man" she told me. She had still not told me anything. At work Jesse sent me articles.

"Your test profile says you might like this. Or this" she sent I read three articles. One was about being degraded privately. Having Jesse see me as less of a man, another was about being humiliated by wearing panties or eating cream pies from her lovers. The last was about the third was. About Jesse having control not asking for things or expectations but Jesse sharing only what she wished when she wished.

Jesse teased me the rest of the week but never shared any details. It was Friday morning when she told she had plans and would be home rather late. I watched as she put on new lingerie red lace, panties, bra even a gater and stockings. Before she got dressed for work. She handed me my pink satin panties.

"I can't wear them to work" I told her. She shrugged

"I am sure I won't remember what happened" she smiled as I slid them on.

At lunch I got a pic of a big black cock. From Jesse. With no explanation was she fucking this guy?

Took the kids out for pizza for dinner before heading home. The satin panties still drove me crazy even after wearing them all day. Everyone including myself was asleep when Jessse got home at 2 am. She pulled back the covers I was still wearing my panties. I woke a little but fell back to sleep. In the morning Jesse laid next me in her big cotton panties and over sized tee shirt. Sound asleep.

I let her sleep. As I went to do yard work. When I came in for lunch she was laying on the couch in sweats. There was laundry to do. Bathrooms to clean.

"Is this the plan for the day?" I asked mad at myself for having fallen asleep last night. Jesse got up walked over pulled me close.

"Yes, I am sure you won't mind doing some extra things around the house for me" she smiled and unzipped my fly she frowned.

"No pretties" she whispered.

"They are dirty" I tried to male an excuse.

"Right I better get you some more" she smacked my ass. I ate and finished outside to find Jesse had taken our daughter shopping. I charged the boys to clean up downstairs and headed up. To start laundry and the bathrooms.

Jesse sent me pics of panties. Asking if I liked them. I didn't respond. I got Jesse's chores done as well today before She got home she had bought dinner. We went to bed early the kids still up. Jesse showed me several new pairs of panties for me. I put on a pair with alot of ruffles and laid in bed, Jesse was naked as she played with my soft dick

"His name was John, he has a nice cock. I couldn't suck but half of it" she laughed. She

I me touch her wherever I Iliked As she continued. He fucked me doggie style made me cum twice before he shot his load all over my back. I came in her hand she bought it straight to my mouth. I looked at her she smiled I opened my mouth as she fed me my sperm.

"This is going tomworknout just fine" Jesse laughed. I knew it to, even if I did get hard again, I loved this.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for saying tomy dad he doesn't knows how to use the damn washing machine?

🎣 So I can find it later

Me (transmasc, 25) live with my parents. This is something they suggested me after I had a breakup with someone abusive, before someone jumps at my neck for living with them, immediately voting that I am the asshole. No they don't respect either my name or my pronouns, that's how bad the relationship was. I also pay a fixed amount per month that's about half of my salary+do more complex house chores. This was a while ago when mom had just given birth.

My dad is pretty big at fishing, and gets his fishing clothes pretty dirty. Fishy smell, dirt, grass, dirty water, you know the drill. Fishes a shitton of fishes and sell it for some extra money. I think it's important to mention his salary isn't bad, it's actually about 7 times the minimum wage here, he just spends in a lot of stuff he doesn't needs like getting a lot of toys for the younger sibling, a lot of fishing material he doesn't uses, paying for bills he made back when he exchanged our house for a farm and then got absolutely ridden in debt from farm expenses because he thought everything would be perfect like in those farm movies. And then had to exchange the farm again in a worse house and still pay back some money, getting pets he can't pay for the expenses like about 15-20 native birds (that are illegal btw) and canaries that cost some real money because they eat specialized food and fresh fruit+medicine. I think it's also important to mention that when I was younger my mom and him fought at least one time per month about his fishing habits that were like, leave on Friday and coke back either sunday night or monday morning. Now they're much more tamer usually capping off at one day, but still are frequent, like at least one time per week.

Now to the real deal: mom always washes his clothes, but in this specific time I was doing laundry because she just was cut open with a C-section to have the twins because of an emergency with the babies .Twins weren't home yet but it was not like she could do anything, so I was doing laundry, organizing my siblings chores (15F, 13M, 4F), taking care of the younger one, unfortunately overwhelmed from being the mom. And dad just leaves to fishing every weekend like it's no biggie and leaves their children to just fend for themselves I guess if I wasn't here. So I am making food, making chores and all of that, real mama chores including dealing with the very moody 4yo that isn't happy dad isn't home and mom can't get out of the bed and cried from about anything that mildly inconveniences her.

Then he comes home from fishing and tuck his dirty clothes god knows where, and one week later finds it again and starts bitching about how no one washed his fishing outfit and I, very tired, very overwhelmed and very stressed, say to him "why, don't you know how to use the damn washing machine?" And he gets like, really offended and says he won't even answer me do he won't offend me, and in my tired state I just answer that all he needs to do is to throw it there with soap and turn it on, he could do that and he gets more mad and storms off to fish (again yes, leaving my mom with basically a recovering surgery with the kids.)

Another detail is that a year before he did the same thing but mom had left for some christian stuff for two weeks, and when I asked him if he could load the washing machine so I could finish fixing lunch, he told me he didn't know how to use it and I taught him. He's 45. It's one of those washing machines with literally everything written on them on how to use.

I also should clarify that he's not mentally disabled or physically disabled, if the fishing trips weren't enough clue for his overall wellness. Mom acted as I should bend to his will and just washes the clothes because it's not worth fighting. My 15yo sister is with me because he makes her clean the sink he uses to clean the fishes every time he fishes. Mom is mad at both of us because we're tearing this family apart and we should just accept dad as he is and do what he says.

Tldr: AITA for asking my dad if he doesn't knows how to do the laundry even after I taught him to do so?

What are these acronyms?

[i-like-turkey]

I announced on Twitter that I was taking a step back from social media and fandom to deal with a personal matter. That’s still true. I just need to barf some feelings into the universe. I’m putting them under a cut. This is NOT an easy read and I’m NOT holding back details. Don’t feel compelled or obligated to share my pain. TW: Pet death & grief.

I said goodbye to my little girl on Thursday. She’s been my world since I took her home at the end of July 2012. It was both sudden and not sudden. So I’m in shock, but I’m also not really surprised. There were signs that something bad was looming and I had this gut feeling as early as January that this wasn’t gonna be a good year for us.

This likely all started a long time ago. I took her to the vet in August of 2022 right before we moved east. The vet told me that her heart didn’t sound 100%, but it wasn’t something that needed immediate intervention. She had a little murmur that could indicate heart disease and if it got worse, then I’d need to get her to a specialist to take pictures and then we’d likely get her on some medicine to deal with whatever the problem was.

So I heeded the advice to take a wait and see approach. My baby was acting fine. She made it across the country well. She had energy and life. Not quite her puppy energy, but she was 10, so that was normal. I took her to the vet again this last August and I heard the same thing. She has a murmur. It’s not quite bad enough to get images. If it gets worse, we’ll refer you to a specialist. Ok. Great.

We keep living our life. She still has energy. Lunging at cars and barking at other dogs and trying to get endless pets from all of the strangers we’d encounter while walking in our neighborhood and riding our building’s elevators. I can’t tell y’all how many people would ask how old she was and be surprised when I told them 11.

So we get to January and she’s coughing a bit more than she usually does. Background: for the last few years of her life, she’d occasionally have coughing fits when she got super excited about something or barked too hard at a car. Worrying. But something I’d disclosed to all of the vets we’d seen and they didn’t seem perturbed by it. But now the coughing was every few days instead of a couple times a month or three days of coughing followed by months without a single damn cough.

It got really bad mid January. I took her into the vet. The same one who’d listened to her heart in August. He listened again. Nothing out of the ordinary. She didn’t have fluid in her lungs. Her energy was fine. He sent me home with antibiotics and a cough suppressant and told me to come back if she didn’t improve after a few days of treatment. She improved. Not right away. There were scary times where her breathing was all labored, but after a few days of the meds, she was doing better, and by the end she seemed fine.

And then we get to last Sunday and I hear a cough and that wasn’t good. And then Monday she’s coughing a bit more and I’m getting nervous. I talk to my parents and we agree to not do anything yet because illnesses can linger and her energy was fine. My mom came over that night and we were standing by the laundry closet doors and my pup pulled a toy out of her toy basket and was just running all over the living room with it. She was shaking her head and growling and having an absolute blast flinging that thing everywhere for the entire lengthy time my mom and I were chatting. She didn’t look sick. She looked like a puppy with lots of gray hair.

Then my mom leaves and we sit on the couch and she rolls over for belly rubs and immediately has to roll back over to cough. Then she cuddles up to me and we sit there and watch TV and I pet her and then I take her out and we go through our nighttime routine. She seemed fine.

Tuesday was a good day. She had energy. We played a bit with one of her favorite toys. We had some good cuddles. I only heard a few coughs.

Wednesday morning she seemed ok energy wise. She coughed when she rolled over for belly rubs right after I got home from my morning walk (solo cause it’s long & hilly. She also got one every morning). I didn’t notice anything abnormal during the day. Then we go out for our evening walk and she’s sluggish. That also wasn’t abnormal cause her energy had been fading for the last few years. Sometimes she’d race through our walks. Sometimes she liked to take a leisurely pace. I never worried cause if a car zoomed past she’d lunge and bark and if she saw a dog, she’d lose her mind. But we passed a couple dogs that night and nothing. That had me on edge. But then we get inside and I put on her favorite TV show, Person of Interest, and she was barking up a storm at Bear and seemed fine. I take that as a positive sign and relax a little.

I make dinner. We go to the couch for nightly cuddles. She rolls over for belly rubs. Starts coughing immediately. I pet her through it. Then she cuddles into my side and coughs a couple more times as we sit there. I put her to bed at her usual bedtime. I hear her coughing a few times as I’m struggling to fall asleep. Then I wake up Thursday and she’s in bad shape. I don’t wanna describe it cause it’s too fucking tough to type and traumatic. But I get us scheduled with the nearby vet asap* and I keep an eye on my girl and her scary symptoms. The symptoms subside a bit. Then my mom comes over to help keep me calm as we wait for our appointment time. My baby perks up when she hears my mom knock. She runs from the couch to the door. She’s wagging her tail and barking and jumping on my mom. She goes and chugs half her bowl of water. We sit there with her for over an hour petting her as we talk. She’s breathing ok. Her tail is between her legs, so that’s a sign something isn’t right. But she’s getting all the love from us and seemed happy.

Then we leave. She pees and poops on the way (I didn’t take her out first thing that morning cause part of the scary badness that I’m skipping is that she peed inside). The vet comes in and listens to her. I show a video I took of her that morning. The vet’s reaction said it all. She snapped into action. Took my baby out of the room for x-rays. As that was happening we were going over pricing options with a tech and then shit kinda really hit the fan cause the x-rays were bad. No specialty review necessary. She had fluid around her heart. So we start talking about transporting her to a specialist. They bring my girl back in. The tech just kinda drops the leash and steps away as soon as my girl is through the door. She starts racing directly to me and she collapses. My mom runs for help. They take her away again. The vet ends up doing the procedure she would have sent us elsewhere to do. Basically draining the fluid. It’s blood. They get her stable and hooked up on oxygen and give me the option of trying to get her to the animal hospital for further intervention. But the vet was clear that she’d probably die on the way and it was VERY clear at that point that she wasn’t gonna get better from this. It was a heart tumor. Something had ruptured and started bleeding. There was no fix. So I made the call to let her go. We got my dad and my brother on the line and told them to get their asses over to us. We stood there petting my baby as we waited. Then we said goodbye.

*In hindsight I maybe should have gotten her in the car and driven her to an emergency hospital. But the closest one ISN’T close. And that wouldn’t have changed the outcome. She hated the car enough that she would pant during two minute drives. 40 minutes (assuming relatively light rush hour traffic which is probably a bad assumption so more like 60 min) of that while she was already in breathing distress might have killed her. But assuming we made it, they could have intervened and maybe bought her a day or two. But this wasn’t something she was gonna get better from. That extra time would have been full of pain. So I made the right call. She got more loves from me and my mom at home and got to pass peacefully nearby while she was surrounded by everyone who loved her.

So I’m devastated and completely out of my mind at the moment. I don’t know what’s up or down. I’m keeping myself occupied between sobbing fits by going through all the pictures I’ve taken over the years. It’s a pain in the ass because my storage habits are terrible and my screenshotting habits are worse so I have hundreds of thousands of images scattered everywhere and now I have to dig through them to find my girl.

Here are some painful lessons I’ve learned from this:

Don’t store 77k images in a single folder on an external hard drive. You won’t be able to copy them all over to the iCloud at a single time unless you have a fuckton of available disk space on your Mac. And trying to scroll through the images will push your computer dangerously close to the limits (I really need a new machine 😬)

Don’t rely too heavily on Snapchat to takes pics. It’s fun in the moment, but 5-6 years later you’re gonna cringe & regret that all your cute dogs pics from that era are plastered over with weird graphics. A Happy Mother’s Day pic with my dog on the couch behind me, hearts all above us, and a damn Wookie filter plastered over my face? jfc 🤦🏼‍♀️

Do give yourself a refresher on how Snapchat works lest you go through and favorite a bunch of memories, see a pop up flash about them getting added to a story, and then have a full on panic attack in front of your parents about how you might have accidentally shared semi-naked pics of yourself with the few people that still follow you 😅 (Yes, I’ve been been known to take and share some risqué pics. Yes, I wanted to download them before deleting them. I might be grieving, but I can still see a pic of my 2018 back muscles and think “Damn!” 🫣🤣)

Don’t be so lax and sloppy about your picture storage habits that you’re forced to keyword search your text messages for pictures cause it’s a good way to find out just how many women you’ve texted dog pics to throughout the years 🥴 She was a great wing woman, but she also loved to clam jam me cause she thought she was the one who should be getting kisses when I’d sit on my couch with a woman 😂

Do find a balance between taking pictures of every damn thing and living in the moment. I stopped taking lots of pics since my east coast move cause I wanted to get away from my compulsive snapping. Now I regret not taking at least one daily shot of her sleeping on the couch.

Do have other people take pictures of you and your dog. So far I’ve only found two different occasions on which someone else took a picture of me and my baby together. All other pics of us are terrible selfies or feature just my hand/arm/legs. I have memories of all those moments that I spent with her, but it hurts to not have a father away perspective on them. Part of this is my fault for living thousands of miles from my family, being fairly closed off to human connections aside from shallow hookups and activity buddies, and viewing my home as a sacred domain accessible to people only if there wasn’t another option for where we could hang out.

Thank you anyone who has made it this far. Please go hug your pets and tell them that you love them. If you would like to leave me a note, that’s very welcome. I don’t have the energy to engage, so it’s unlikely I will respond until the day my energy returns. Idk when that will be. Right now I’m still in the sobbing hysterically as I process my new reality phase. I need to get through that before I’ll be ready to start communicating normally. I’m hopeful that I’ll only need a week or two in this phase. But who knows. Grief is hard to predict. All I can do now is stay patient and work through it.

[pbandjesse]

Today is labor day! And it feels thematically appropriate to finally. Finally. Tell Tumblr the secret I have been holding from the Internet for a month. I am 11 weeks pregnant! And today we finally got to tell my family. So I can also finally tell all of you. It has been incredibly hard to write my posts since July 31st when I first found out. And there are other versions of my posts I had written. So I will have to go back and edit those back. It wasn't all of the days but there is a good handful from the beginning of August!! It has been so hard to not say anything! It's why I've been so sick!

I was so nervous to tell my parents. How would they react?? Would i get the emotional excitement I hoped for?? It's basically all I wanted to talk about yesterday. And thankfully when I got home last night I was able to shower and settle and I was able to sleep pretty well, despite the nerves.

I had brought two flower arrangements home from the wedding. One for me and one for my parents. I was smart and dumped the water from the vases but would fill them up for the overnight. And in the morning they still looked great.

I woke up at 8. With the plan for us to leave at 830. James was making crepes and they looked so cute in their Uganda soccer kit. And I really love my denim dress. I felt good. I was nervous but I didn't feel sick. And I really hoped I could keep that going. Ride that wave as long as I could.

Right before we left I noticed one of my frogs was dead. Covered in snails. And I was so sad. So I think I have no frogs anymore. And it just bums me out so bad. I am just going to have to completely start my tank over. I can't get the snails to stop. It's ruined my tanks environment and it just sucks so bad. James would handle getting my baby frog out and buried. I was just really sad. But I tried to not let it ruin my day. We had a big thing to do.

I went out to the car to move stuff around so there would be room for us to bring our laundry with us to my parents. And soon we were on the road.

I brought a pillow and that made me more comfortable. I never fell asleep but I enjoyed resting and we listened to a podcast and it was not a bad drive at all. We wouldn't have to deal with any traffic and we got to my parents at 1030.

We didn't discuss between, me and James, how we were going to tell them. We had packed a little gift bag, with the ultra sound from my last appointment (remember when I went to see that 'specialist'?) and James picked a fig from the tree to bring with us. I packed it like a gift. And when we got to the house we put the flowers and the gift bag in the kitchen table and just didn't mention it. I would have to decide on the right time.

The dogs didn't bark when we came in. It was like they were so excited they were basically honking??? Mom would come out and was very surprised. But I was so happy to see her.

Dad was still getting ready for the day. So I would have to wait.

We would chill in the living room. And talked about life and just catching up. It was hard to redirect the conversation when Mom would talk about me feeling sick, but also when she brought up our planned Scotland trip. The problem being my expected due date is two weeks before the trip. So I was pretty sure we were going to have to reschedule that. Which makes me a little sad but I knew she would understand.

I went to bother Dad and tell him to hurry up and join us. And soon he would. But I wouldn't tell them yet still.

Around 1130 mom asked if we wanted to order pizza. I had had my two crepes in the car but I absolutely wanted pizza now. I love the pizza place near them. So we would order pizza and James got a cheese steak and mom got a quesadilla.

While we waited for the food to be delivered, mom brought up Scotland again. And I decided it was the right time. I honestly wish I got it on video because she had such an amazing reaction. I told James to get the gift bag and mom was like. Why do I get a gift?? And I'm like well it's kind of a thing for both of you.

She brought out the framed ultrasound first. And she literally stopped mid sentence and goes. No??? You're fucking joking?? Jesse??!! You're joking?? And I go right into explaining, this is why I've been sick. And she ran over to me to give me a hug. And dad is like ??? What is happening, Sharon stop cursing!!! And mom hasn't shown him the frame yet and he wasn't getting it. But we finally hand it to him and he gets it and he go no!! Omg!! And they were both so excited. She claims she didn't cry but I saw the teary eyes. She was so excited. Dad was so excited.

Then I explained the fig. And dad goes. Wow. My grandchild, as he holds it up. And then I explain the whole story. When we were on the cruise I was nauseous. Jess's parents kept saying I was pregnant. I didn't want to take a test until August 1st, despite missing two persons. But when I got off the cruise and was still nauseous I spoke to the camp nurse and she convinced me to take a pregnancy test on July 31. And that evening I did and it was immediate. "PREGNANT". And then I told James. And we high fived. And then the next day we told Charlotte because she was leaving for Spain. On August 2nd I made an appointment for an obgyn but I let them know I had been sick but also I was spotting and they said I needed to go to the ER. So I had to tell Alexi and Heather and Elizabeth because I had to leave camp.

And when I got the the er I got fluids and they confirmed the pregnancy but I also got an ultrasound. Based on my last missed period they thought I might be 10 weeks but I was actually more like 6/7. And I got to see it early. It didn't look like much but I got to see it! And I drew a pictuee of it to show James later.

And then in the ten days between the ER and the OB-GYN appointment I lost 10lbs from being sick. And the midwife was so nice and James got to see them and they still didn't look like much but we got to see their heartbeat. And now I have my next appointment tomorrow. And I'm so nervous because anything and everything can go wrong. And I can't see them because my belly isn't see through so I just have to believe they are growing safely. And I really hope we get to see them tomorrow but I don't actually know if we will because I don't know how often you get ultrasounds. I want to see them every time though, only seems fair.

But they were just so excited. And when the door bell rang with our friends it took everything in mon not to just tell the pizza man that her daughter was pregnant. But it was the main point of conversation for the rest of the day.

Lunch was great. I actually ate 4 pieces of pizza! And I would actually feel pretty well through around 230. We would talk about the research and reading we have done to get ready. The book I'm reading. Things we have learned. Mom told us about her experiences and James finished the laundry between topics. It was just so nice. It was so nice to be able to talk about everything. About the scary things. About me accidently ripping my boobie skin off with kinesiology tape. About how I have had all my eggs since I was a baby inside of Mom. So this baby has always been with us, our whole lives. And it makes me just a little emotional to think about.

And like I am still scared. It could not be growing. It could not be growing correctly

It could be missing organs, or a skull. It could be perfect and then die at the end. Or it can be totally fine and I can come home with a new little person. That looks like me and James. The person I love so much.

And I just have to believe that no matter what happens I will be okay, and it will all work out how it's supposed to. Just how I have always believed.

And James got to talk about their excitement too. They are a little more focused on my health. They are just so worried about me being so sick. But they are also such an amazing support. And I love them so much.

I started feeling not amazing. And we had one more stop at Xavier and Kaitlyn's house. So at 3 we would give hugs all around. Mom and me had gone down to the basement and she gave me a nice new basket and a bunch of pencils for camp. And we got all of that in the car. And said goodbye. It was exciting that we got to give them something to be excited about. I love them so very much.

We left there and headed to our friends. They are about 40 minutes from my parents. And it was really nice to see them. They are expecting as well, and she's only a few weeks behind me! How crazy!! We talked about our different experiences. She said her mom was barely sick and that's been her experience so far, while my mom was sick the whole time and that's my experience too. Rough. But I enjoyed hanging out. They brought us a few little Pokemon things from Japan. And we just talked and caught up and spent an hour and a half there. It was fun.

But I was losing steam. So it was time to go. We said goodbye and headed not. See them soon!!

We would stop at Wawa on the way home. We got drinks and snacks. I got a small hoagie. And it did help me feel a little better. But the drive home would be a bit tough on us

Not much traffic, but our cord wasn't charging right. My phone would get down to 2%. And people were driving terrible. James couldn't stop sneezing. And the sun was so strong and directly in our faces. We couldn't block it no matter what we tried. So it was not a super fun trip back. But we were fine. And we would finally get home at 7.

We got everything inside. And I was just like. I gotta go lay down. James would put our clothes away. And we would just enjoy hanging out and doing our own thing in our bedroom. James worked on writing. I watched videos and scrolled. It was calm.

Eventually I took a bath. I have so many blasters on my feet from last night so the I put in the water hurt but I am sure it helped. And now we are in bed. And I am so ready to sleep. There was so much emotionally charged moments today. Like in the best way but man. I am exhausted.

And tomorrow we get to go to the OB-GYN again. This time we get to meet Dr Hoffman. Of Hoffman and associates! Which is the name of the practice. I get to have appointments with all the drs and midwives so we get to know everyone. I think it's smart. But also a little nerve wracking. You never in now what they are going to tell you. I just hope it's all good news you know?

But now it's time to sleep. I hope you all sleep great. I love you all so much. I will start editing the redacted posts and when I finish that (probably Thursday) I will make a post with the dates of the changes posts! If you want to go back and read them.

Goodnight everyone. Have fun tomorrow!!

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 50 - Telling HR (The H Stands for Hilary)

Oh. Word spreads fast, I guess. They should probably tell Xander's family before they hear it from someone else.

You know these two love their shower woohoo!

Well, apparently Ophelia takes her phone into the shower with her, because Becca calls her with a very urgent question. Of course she tells her to say yes!

Talk about multitasking!

Newly discovered neat freak Xander helps Ophelia out with laundry.

Xander: Why do you have your initials on all your clothes labels? What are you, ten? Ophelia: I used to do my laundry at a laundromat and I didn't want to accidentally take someone else's panties home. Sue me!

Ophelia: Now that things are official, we should probably tell Hilary and Hector, right?

Xander: Definitely.

Ophelia: It's going to be weird to look my boss in the eye and tell her I'm dating her brother.

Hilary is managing the restaurant while their parents are away but she can make time for her baby brother.

Hilary: Alexander, what a surprise! You don’t have a shift today. And Ophelia, hello.

Xander: Hey, Hil. Can we talk?

Hilary: Sure. Is it work-related?

Xander: Sort of.

Ophelia can’t help but feel awkward. This is not only her boss, but her boyfriend’s sister. She doesn’t know how to say it.

Ophelia: Xander and I have started seeing each other. Romantically. Like, as a couple. That date.

Xander: Smooth, babe.

Hilary takes a second and nods.

Hilary: I see. Thank you for letting me know. Obviously Hector and I don’t discourage workplace relationships, as it’d be a bit hypocritical. I trust you both to keep things professional.

Ophelia: Of course. Thank you.

Hilary: Okay, that was my reaction as your boss. Now, Xander, as your sister, let me just say I’m thrilled for you two. I’m happy you found someone good for you. Come here.

It’s kind of weird getting a hug from your boss, but Hilary actually gives great hugs.

Xander: You don’t seem that surprised.

Hilary: That’s because I’m not, Alexander, I was just trying to be polite.

Xander: So you knew?

Hilary: I figured you were seeing someone, since our parents say you’ve been spending the night elsewhere half the time.

Ophelia: Oh. But you didn’t know it was me?

Hilary: Not until I was helping Mom with housework the other day. I was doing Xander’s laundry and found a thong with the initials OL on the tag mixed in. Doesn’t take a detective to crack that case.

Ophelia: Oh my Watcher.

Hilary: Don’t be embarrassed, dear. I was young and in love once too. But now that it’s out in the open…

She turns to her brother.

Hilary: Alexander Amir, stealing a woman’s underwear? You were raised better than that!

Xander: I didn’t! I must have grabbed it by accident!

Hilary: I'll choose to believe that. Oh, Ophelia, we were going to go to the Spice Festival this Friday with Hector and the kids. Would you like to join us?

Ophelia: That sounds fun but I don't want to intrude on family time.

Hilary: Oh, nonsense. We'd love to have you.

Ophelia: Thank you, I'd love to go!

Xander: I know you met the kids already but I can't wait to reintroduce you as my girlfriend. Jace has been asking me since he was a toddler why I'm single. According to him grown-ups are all supposed to be married.

I think Hilary ships it.

Hilary has to go tell the chef to actually cook and not just stand outside on the sidewalk, so she leaves the lovebirds alone.

Xander: Well, that went better than I thought.

Ophelia: Yeah, we really lucked out.

Xander: Looks like the hard part's over.

Ophelia: Yep. So now that we don't have to stress… Haha, you got in trouble, Alexander Amir!

Xander laughs as she blows a raspberry at him.

Xander: I don't want to hear it, Ophelia Marie! You probably snuck that thong into my stuff!

Ophelia: When do you think I can meet your parents?

Xander: I called them this morning and told them because I didn't want to wait, but we can probably have dinner with them the day after they get home. They're going to love you, I just know it.

[batz-surveys]

11.

How many bedrooms does your home have? One. What kind of phone do you have? I have a Samsung Galaxy S8, haha. It's old but it still works pretty good, so I won't be upgrading anytime soon. Have you ever been assaulted? Unfortunately, yes.

What was the last thing that made you feel fortunate? Reading that last question and realizing how lucky and fortunate I am that I got away from my last relationship in one piece, because some women aren't as lucky. It wasn't until I was in my relationship with my now husband, that I realized how badly I was treated and controlled, and was blind to all of it.

Can you hear a lot of traffic noise from your house? Sometimes. We mostly hear the restaurant that's down the road.

Are there any good Thai restaurants where you live? I haven't had Thai in such a long time. The one that I used to go to, before going vegetarian went out of business, so I'm not sure. I don't eat Thai food because I know they use fish sauce in a lot of their recipes and I don't like asking for them to make it special just because I don't eat animals. Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? I have. What was the last red thing you ate? Salsa. Do you know anyone in a relationship with someone who’s old enough to be their parent? No. Have you ever found something really interesting at an antique store? We used to have this place called Attic Mall, and it was like, a bunch of little shops in one big warehouse, and I used to love browsing each shop. I'm sure I found loads of interesting stuff over that time period. What brand of laundry detergent do you use? We use Kirkland brand laundry pods. Have you ever driven a Mini Cooper? No. Who was your last voicemail from? It's been so long since I've gotten a voicemail, because I voiced to my family to not leave one unless it's an emergency, haha. But it was probably my mom. Do you have any Italian heritage? I don't think so. Did your longest relationship make it past the 5 year mark? Yes, we've been together for fourteen years, married for four of those this Halloween. (: What time do you usually eat dinner? Around 630pm, sometimes 7pm if I'm cooking. I don't get off of work until six in the evening. Would you ever want a career in the performing arts? I think it would be cool, but I also think I'm too shy and have too much anxiety to be a performer of any kind. I can't even do karaoke with my family without feeling anxious and protesting against it. Do you know any narcissists? I'm starting to think I do. What has been your favorite job you’ve ever had? When I was a nanny, it was really great, but specifically this one girl - I nicknamed her Green Bean - that I cared for. She was such a sweet baby, and as she grew up, she was just so smart and well behaved. Her family was amazing, too. I still keep in contact with all of them. I've never cared for a kid that made that much of an impact on me since. When was the last time you had a power outage from a storm? This past Friday morning, actually. Have you ever been falsely accused of something serious? Yes, but not to the extent where law enforcement needed to be involved. Do you ever Skype/Facetime your friends and family? Sometimes my mom will want to use the Google equivalent of those platforms to have a conversation. I can't remember the name of it. Anyway, that's once in a blue moon that we do.   What did you think of the last movie you saw in theaters? The last movie I saw in theaters was the newest Exorcist movie, and I thought it was pretty scary and it was worth seeing. Did you ever set up a lemonade stand when you were a kid? Nah, I never did that. When was the last time you spoke to someone in a different language? Hahaha, a long time ago, when I was in high school and took French, and had an oral exam where I had to only speak French.

[harlowtales]

Reader x Jack have a fight that has reader thinking they are making a mistake getting married ⚠️drama/smut/sweet❤️

You and Jack were doing better than ever. Ayesha hadn’t been a problem for a long time. You were busy making preparations for the wedding to happen in a few months. You got busy tending to every detail down to the fonts for the invitations. The guest list was small considering who Jack was. A lot of family and High School friends topped the list. Your family was small, and the celebrity roster was pretty amazing. Drake, Bryson, Tyler Herro, Pete Davidson, Druski, and others had already confirmed they were coming.

Then there was the engagement party. That was a whole other thing….

“Tell me why da fuk you’re inviting your ex?” Jack fumed one morning as you both were brushing your teeth.

“Because you invited like 6 of yours” you said spitting out a froth of toothpaste and smiling at him. “Keep at it and I’ll invite 2 more.”

“Don’t get fucking cheeky with me.” Jack said frowning “You know we’re all just friends.” He said following you into the bedroom.

“So am I fucking my ex?” You challenged looking up at him.

“No…but….” Jack stuttered

“But what?” You waited for him to say something

“So let’s make a rule. No exes at the engagement party or the wedding.” Jack decided

“Yeah ok.” You said rolling your eyes and walking into the girl’s room to put away laundry. Jack loved that you were a hands on mom. It was kind of turning him on a bit watching you with your hair tied with sweatpants on bending and putting clothes in the drawers but he was happily choosing violence at the moment. This was the regular part of his life he craved. You gave him that. Making the girl’s lunches, picking them up from preschool. You were the apple of his eye.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Jack said getting in your face now.

“You know what Jackman?” You stopped now and faced him. “I want you to want to not invite a whole fleet of women I don’t get along with. Not uninviting them so I don’t invite my ex. You’re being childish.”

“Childish?” Jack repeated angrily “Childish!” He said again as if trying to make sense of the accusation.

“Childish.” You affirmed carrying an empty basket to the laundry room.

“Fuck this I’m going to the basement.” He said, which was where he tended to go when he was stressed out.

“Yeah start shit and run away.” You said in no mood

“Ok. You know why I invited them?” He asked you

“Cuz you’re such a loyal little boy who can’t say no to your day ones.” You said mockingly “Did any of your day ones push out those big heads like yours?” You asked him looking out at the girls running around in the yard with the nanny. “It’s so disrespectful on so many levels. It almost made me…” You stopped, not wanting to hurt him.

“Say it.” He said glaring at you with his arms folded

“Nothing.” You said sitting down in the laundry room and looking out the window at the girls. Sometimes you weren’t happy and Jack knew that. The long weeks away from home and girls everywhere all over him all the time. Jack really loved his fans and you didn’t want to look jealous when you were the envy of the world.

“Maybe we’re making a mistake.” You said wringing your hands.

Jack was silent. He wasn’t quite expecting you to say that. He knew things weren’t perfect but he thought what he had with you was rock solid. So much so he thought inviting the old crew wouldn’t be such an issue. He would never knowingly disrespect you, but he didn’t ask you how you felt about seeing all the girls that made things so hard in the beginning.

He slammed the door to the laundry room and left you there. For the first time in a long time you felt totally alone. Even dinner was quiet. You said not a word to him and just talked to the kids. He brooded looking at his plate and periodically making nice with everyone but you could tell it was taking an effort from him. He looked depressed, and for the first time you didn’t really care. You weren’t going to compete with those girls anymore.

Washing up after you put the girls to bed he wandered into the kitchen. You pretended he wasn’t there and kept washing. Suddenly you felt his arms around your waist and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, nestling his face into your neck. You reached back and played with his hair while the tap was still running. You were struck by his emotions and didn’t say anything. The two of you just stood there in silence.

He turned off the running water and hoisted you up on the kitchen counter and started kissing you while feeling up your dress. He pushed aside your underwear and began feeling for some evidence that you wanted him. That you needed him, because he needed you desperately. The idea that you thought about throwing it all away sometimes scared him. You straddled him with your legs and held his head close to your chest, to your heart.

Let’s go upstairs” he whispered passionately

PART 2

The minute you got into the room Jack closed the door and motioned for you to be quiet. If the kids woke up make up sex wasn’t happening. He went into the bathroom and started drawing a bath for both of you. He added bubbles and got it nice and hot the way you like it. When it was just right he peeled his tank top off, then underwear, then sweatpants. Each item tossed to the side. He was in all his glory now looking at you to undress. You slipped out of your sundress and panties and started kissing and caressing his chest as he towered over you. Your tongues locked and you sucked his bottom lip. A sign you wanted him badly. He dimmed the lights and lit some candles around the tub.

“Alexa play Jodeci” Jack said and “Forever my lady” came on. You put your hair up getting ready to step into the tub. Jack dipped under the water and came up with his long curls hanging wet. He kissed on your neck as he pulled you into the perfect place leaning on his chest as steam rose up from the huge soaker tub he had custom made for his 6”3 frame. He wrapped his legs around you and started sponging you down. As he squeezed water from the sponge it cascaded down your breasts. You put your head back in submission to his will. He took some passionfruit scented body wash and massaged your breasts and body with the lovely aroma filling the air with the steam.

You felt him rising into you back. He moved you away a little for you to turn around. You went down under the water and took him into your mouth. He put his head back and moaned as quietly as he could, but it was difficult to hold in his pleasure and his desire for you. He never wanted to fight with you to the point where you ignored him like that again. That hurt him more than you screaming and yelling. He knew you had to be deeply hurt to pretend he didn’t exist because he knew he was your whole world.

When you came up soaking wet and looking sexy, he couldn’t hold anything in anymore. He bent you over the side of the tub and entered you ramming from behind then drawing you close to his chest skin to skin clutching your breasts and continuing to thrust as you both became enveloped in heat. You moaned in sweet agony as he covered your mouth and drove harder. Your screams went into the palms of his hands.

“We are one.” He said in your ear in a low raspy growl, grinding into you deeper.

“Uughhh!!” You managed to say muffled by his hand still ensuring only he heard your cries. He sat back into the tub taking you down with him.

You sat onto his hard cock and rode him backwards going up and down on him fast. Steam continued to fill the room as the two of you created a whirlwind in the water. “I’m cumming Jack…..” You said faintly as he wrapped his muscular arms around you while you released all the tension you were feeling. He felt you squeeze around him and knew you had reached heights of ecstasy.

He sat you up and out of the tub on the edge and entered you with his tongue sucking your clit aggressively. You held his head in agony and breathed “Jack. I….I can’t….please”

He put you onto his shoulders with you straddling his face, continuing to eat you with no mercy as he you slid off his shoulders facing him now. He looked into your soul through your eyes as he often did. You couldn’t read the storm you saw in his eyes. He was so intense holding you in his gaze. He put his forehead to yours and your breathing became one breath.

“Promise me we’ll never be like that again” he said in between breaths.

“I promise” you nodded eagerly on the verge of tears

“I can’t do any of this without you. I WONT do any of this without you.” He insisted “Everything I do is for us.”

You settled back onto him gathering yourself after that swirl of desire in the tub. He helped you relax and enjoy the calm of the water, the calm of him.

[buttmunchmomma]

This morning Cat took the boys down to the basement while I got ready for the day. As soon as I opened the door I heard Butthead say in a nasty tone “You’re not our dad, Bunghole” I was furious that he’d say that to my husband who, despite not playing a “father role” for the boys, does a lot for them! I told him firmly to not speak to my husband that way, and made him apologize.

Butthead stomped away to sit on the basement stairs. I went to have a talk with him. He claimed I “yelled” at him and expected me to lash out and walk away.

I’ve told the boys millions of times and I said it again to him; I will NEVER leave them. I’ll never yell at them, hurt them, hit them, neglect them. We moved our conversation into my therapy room and I repeated over and over that I love them and they wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I wouldn’t speak firmly to them if I didn’t care about them. I wouldn’t care how they acted or treated others if I didn’t care about them.

I tried to avoid bringing it up because I didn’t want to sound like I was trying to replace anyone but I asked Butthead where his biological mom was, did he even know? Of course that answer was no. Beavis was standing in the doorway and I asked him if he knew where Shirley was. Course not.

Butthead start to cry a little and I held him close as I explained again that he wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want them here. They’re my sons and that’s my choice! I then asked them if someone were to walk into this room and ask where their mom was, not knowing they were living with me or anything that I’ve done for them, what would they do? They pointed to me and said “over there”.

I did also find out that they speak disrespectfully to Cat often. This was the first I’m hearing of it because Cat didn’t want them to get in trouble. Cat does so much for them. He’s the one that buys all their snacks cause I don’t have that kind of money. I buy meal stuff and a couple of snacks but Cat spoils them with everything they want but they didn’t realize it wasn’t me paying for it. Cat watches and feeds them while I’m not home (Mostly just Saturdays when I’m at work) he picks them up from school and brings them to me so we can all drive home when I get off work. When I fold laundry Cat is the one folding their clothes and putting them away etc etc. so I did explain to them that they need to be respectful to him.

[greenlikethesea]

WIP word search

thanks @riality-check for the tag! my words are: decide, peace, follow, door, and proud

door, from an untitled fair ithilien WIP, about the relationship between Mike, El, and Will:

“You keep changing the goal posts, Will!” Mike shouts. There’s a thump on Will’s wall by the living room, no doubt a boot hurled as a warning from Mr. Rakowski next door. It’s a stark reminder that it is, indeed, a quarter to eight in the morning on a fucking Saturday. 

“I have no idea what you mean by that.”

“I do something, you’re angry. I don’t do something, you’re still angry. Which is it? I can’t guess how you feel! I can’t –”

“Read my mind,” Will finishes. “Yeah, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out, Mike.”

peace, from an epistolary WIP set in fair ithilien verse, primarily consisting of emails between Dustin and Max:

SUBJECT: Re: Two photos, one question

Darlingest,

Claire is the absolute coolest. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her, which is frightening and not something I want to touch now that I’ve written it out, so don’t ask for elaboration. The only annoying thing about her is that she works nights right now, so coordinating plans with her can be tricky. But that means I can write this email to you in peace, and that also means that she’ll be wide awake when you see Accordion Man next month, thankfully without me.

follow, from an upcoming installment of the jargyle:

“Why don’t you fucking do it?” Will yelps, with that awful, sniveling tone that has crept in from years of embodying what Eddie has snidely called New York Will in their conversations whenever he’s come up. 

“I have been doing the laundry,” El says, with that jagged staccato leftover from her youth that still graces her vocal delivery every so often. “You have done nothing.”

“Oh sure, caring for our mother is doing nothing,” Will bites back.

“You do not care. You are an asshole.” Another crash, followed by a yell from Will – something expensive that belonged to him, no doubt.

proud, from a fair ithilien installment set during the one and only friendsgiving megan and steve host:

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Megan says. She sounds proud of herself. She should be, Eddie guesses, which is maybe a weird thought to have. He doesn’t know. “I’d really like it if you were there, Eddie. Steve would, too. It’s okay if you can’t come, but I really hope you can.”

It’s the earnestness of that statement that makes something in Eddie’s heart clench. 

“I’ll be there,” Eddie says. 

“Oh, that’s great, Eddie, thank you,” Megan says, immediately joyous. “Well, I should go, but it was really nice talking to you.”

decide, from a fair ithilien installment about drag:

With the way Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, Steve knows it was the right thing to say. “You’ve worn a dress?”

“It was a King Steve classic,” Steve says, waving it off like he hasn’t just exposed part of his soul. “Brought it out at parties sometimes.”

“I went to a few parties at Chez Harrington and I think I would remember that,” Eddie says. His tone is…unreadable. Too steady, almost. Like he can’t decide how to approach this conversation.

Steve shrugs again, starts sorting through stuff again just to give his hands something to do. “Only happened when shit got really wild. Like, 1am shitfaced exclusive. Mom was never home, so I knew which dresses of hers I wouldn’t stretch out. ”

“No kidding,” Eddie says.

no pressure tags!: @sparklyslug, @the-barn-rat, @geddyqueer, and @r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e! your words are chance, hot, press, smirk, and lose.

[fmlsandwichartist-stories]

My family is trying to gaslight me.

The neighbors brought over a cheesecake as a christmas gift and I answered the door and chatted with them.

It's been 3 days since but I never had a single slice of cheesecake because we had so many other rich holiday foods. But there was plenty, and already individually sliced so everyone could have 2 slices

I left my share in the fridge. Came home from work at 1am and wanted my cake

It's nowhere in the fridge. I took out every piece of food and systematically searched. I checked the freezer and the drink fridge in the garage. I even checked the trash cans for the cake packaging. It was nowhere. By this point, it was 2 am and I wasn't going to wake up my mom just to ask if she ate my cake.

So I took a photo of the fridge to see if after I calmed down in morning the cake was actually there the whole time and I was just blind in rage.

Spoiler, it wasn't in pic.

I text my mom today asking about the cheesecake and she tells me it's right there in center of fridge. I go look and sure enough...

But i have my photo. It wasn't there at 2am

I sent her the picture I took as proof. She's stopped texting me.

And now my dad is texting me that me mom was "afraid for her life" lastnight when she heard me slamming around at 2am looking for my cake. So he brought over a new cheesecake.

I have grown up in many different living situations. In hs my mom had an abusive asshole bf we lived with who stole my food and I couldn't trust eating anything in his house so I started only eating canned and dried goods I kept locked in my room or take out.

In college I had roommates who constantly stole my groceries and I couldn't be sure my packed lunch would be there for work.

When my mom couldn't afford rent on her own and my sister and I agreed to move in with her with the 1 rule being she can't bring any men around (after her shitty abusive ex died) i still labeled my food and my sisters food with masking tape for YEARS.

Only in past 2 years have i stopped labeling food, and started trusting my leftovers will be there when I want them.

So this cake thing is hitting some of my buttons. And I was slamming doors at 2am fuming. But all she had to do was admit it and apologize. I don't need to be tricked and appeased with a new fucking cake.

I look mentally unstable in this situation, like I'm not the monster she created.

I've gone months not eating any food at home because I got sick of her blaming all the dirty dishes on me when I'd be at work all day and only eating takeout in my car. To prove a point. And she STILL blamed the dishes on me.

I'd buy all my own groceries because I'm an adult, and she'd go buy enough groceries to feed a family of 4 and yell at me when the food spoiled because I didn't eat it.

I stayed because my mom has had 2 knee replacements and can't do the stairs so great anymore so I'm here to help with laundry. But I need my own apartment. I can't go from a stressful job and come home to a stressful home.

I want to set something down and know it will be where I left it even 2 weeks later. I don't want to be yelled at for not reading minds. I want to keep my hairdryer and straightener on the counter and not find it broken and hidden in back of a cupboard (like i have 3x)

But now my mom is getting a hip replacement in February, so I'm not moving anytime soon

This is why people pack a bag and board a train/bus in the middle of the night without telling anyone. It's not bad enough at home that I'd be seen morally right moving. I'd be judged by family and friends if I abandoned my mom now.

But just disappearing..... never talking to anyone from my life now ever again... it's a siren's song.

[t-am-i-the-asshole]

AITAH for refusing to switch back chores with my wife until she apologized and begged.

My wife and I have been married for five years after dating for three. We also lived together for one year while we were dating/engaged.

When we started living together we both worked and we shared all the chores equally. A year after we got married she got pregnant, not planned but an awesome accident. We decided to use our savings to buy a house and for her to work from home and be a stay at home mom.

I work out of town and when I'm home I take care of all the yardwork and I do a bunch of chores like laundry, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, etc. But obviously when I'm gone she does everything.

Because I know it will be asked my schedule is 42 days of work and 21 days off.

The other day I had taken out kids out for the morning to give her a chance to relax. When we got home the kids were wiped so I gave them a bath and let them have a nap. I didn't vacuum so I wouldn't wake them up. I did go around the house tidying. I also made lunch for my wife and I. After lunch she went to work and I watched hockey.

When the kids got up I fed them and we watched hockey together. My wife came out of her office and said it must be nice that I do all the easy chores and she does everything. I don't know where this was coming from because when I'm home I pretty much do everything. And my income is about 75% of our household income.

We actually ended up fighting about it and I said that for the next two weeks I would trade her chores. I would literally do all the chores completely by myself. In return she had to do all the yardwork. I have a riding mower and a snowblower so she thinks it's just me driving around.

She agreed. She had forgotten that she ordered two cords of firewood to be delivered. She also saved money by not getting it stacked in our back yard, but just at dumped in our driveway. Normally I would make a bunch of trips with my wheelbarrow and then stack the wood.

I do it quickly so the cars can get out of the garage.

When the delivery came she was busy. When she saw the wood I was makeing dinner. She said she needed to go out so I needed to move the wood. I pointed out that was yard work.

She went out and moved some to the back yard and she moved some out of the way so she could get out of the garage.

When she got back the wood was waiting for her.

But the kids were clean and ready for supper. The kitchen was clean and the laundry was done. She said she wanted to switch back but I declined since it is rainy out and I don't want to stack firewood.

She did about a third of it before she gave up and came in. She apologized for her attitude and begged me to switch back. I asked her what chores she had to do for me to switch. There was nothing. I did it all already. She started crying and I said I was just fucking around and I went and stacked the wood after supper.

Her mother m called me an asdhole for making her do hard work. I told her that we traded but she is still pissed at me.

I think my wife understands what I do now but her mom still thinks I'm wrong.

Aitah?

[ghoulishdude]

Hi, everyone! Been a while since I wrote one of these but I really need to let it out somehow...warning for somewhat (?) unbalanced personal situatiob, also excuse any typos I'm just trying to get it all out at once

So, for context my mom grew up in the 80's , youngest daughter of 6 siblings, basically helping run the household since she was about 8, cooking cleaning gardening washing...you name it (this is a fact she constantly brings up btw)

The thing is, she continued the cycle with me, which I'm thankful for cause honestly life skills ™, having me do my laundry and ironing since I got my first period (9 years old) as well as do the dishes and put them away, aside from other things.

Well, I have an older brother...and guess what, this was not the case for him. Sure, he'll wash his own dish and take out the trash every once in a while but that's it. Ask him to fold his socks and he'll look at you like all confused.

Now the issue for me has always been the expectation of having to do everything for everyone else, and my brother not getting the same treatment. Like, if my mother's reasoning is that we need to know these things for when are independent, why am I the only one receiving these 'lessons'? (Note: a few years ago I actually asked her and she told me, a bit jokingly but still concerning, that my brother would just move in with me when she passes away, and then find a wife to do those chores for him, which...wow)

It's also annoying that, since he won't do the chores in question, whenever I'm doing something of my own, I'm asked to get up leave it and go do that chore. Some examples: having to get up to take the laundry out of the dryer while I'm trying to meet a deadline for a class I'm taking, despite being told that my sole focus should be my academic growth (ok contradictions), having to pause my workout routine (that I started because she subtly told me I was getting chubby) because I had to help her find something in the kitchen and today's incident...

Basically what happened over this weekend is that my best friend of over ten years invited me to her sister's dance competition and then to sleepover at her house (this is a yearly occurrence so you know). I'm always reluctant to attend not because of them, I love them they've always made me feel like part of their home, but because of my mom's reaction when I get back home the day after.

When I was younger I understood as her looking after her teenage daughter and being worried about her staying the night at a different house...fine, understandable. Now, having the same reactions when I'm a young adult (literally 22) and staying at a house where I've stayed hundreds of times, and being promised to be driven over before sundown? Weird If you ask me.

Anyways, everything was going well the morning after the competition, Sunday morning, she texted me and asked when I was going to be home, I told her that after lunch and that my bestie's mom was driving me, she said ok. We had lunch at about 4:30/5pm (again, it's a Sunday and also we woke up super late), she texts me super insistently asking where I was, I told her that still at the house, she asked why I didn't take a taki, I reminder that my friend's mom was giving me a ride, why spend money at all? Well, she basically told me to do whatever i wanted then. I expected that but it still hurt.

I came back home at around 6:10, the sunset hadn't even begun, and what did I get home to? Passive aggression and the cold shoulder, who would've known? Part of me wonders if it's bitterness at not getting to have the same experiences (at my age she already had my brother and been married to my dad for 3 years) or it's the lack of control over having me near at all times?

Oh, yeah, I forgot, I came home and noticed that all the laundry was tended out to dry and hadn't been put away, so all the insisting I get home was to fold the laundry and put it away in everybody's closets. Fun.

Which brings me to my previous point...all the frustration I feel about my brother and I not having the same responsibilities or duties. Like, if I'm not home or I'm busy, couldn't my brother, you know just thinking out loud, do the frickin laundry? And then when I try to bring it up she shuts me down with how it doesn't bother her to cook and clean for everybody so why does it bother me, and how I'm so selfish, cold hearted and I'm going to die alone if I keep acting that way (honest to God)

By the way, it's the same with cooking, everytime she wants to show me a new trick or dish I tell her to get my brother and she tells me that it's no point because I'll be the one cooking at the end (yeah, because you never bothered to teach him anything, like you did me) Also I was nine years old with you making me cry over not knowing to fold underwear. Maybe a twenty seven year old man will learn faster? But idk

That's all for now. I'd appreciate any advice, quote, moment, new perspective...over all I just needed to express my feelings and this has helped before.

If you've made it this far tell me what's your favorite book! I've been trying to get back into reading.

Thank you and good night <3

[meditating-dog-lover]

Cleaning - my skin is happy

So I have a 4 day weekend, which is great because work can be exhausting. However I know my skin was going to get irritated because my house is cluttered.

I know allergens and irritants do trigger my skin. I know eczema is an inflammatory condition. So are painful menstrual cramps, which I used to struggle a lot with. Now since I started taking vitamin D and fish oil for inflammation, my cramps are much more tolerable, to the point where I feel fatigued and sleepy and some pain (I don't feel like the women running around in white pants in the commercials) but it's much better than how I felt in the past, where I would stay home from work/classes laying in bed crying. I know that if I reduced my inflammation, there is something that causes eczema and not period cramps that I haven't addressed it. And of course, allergens and irritants are definitely a trigger.

My diet has been good and I'm eating anti-inflammatory foods and I'm drinking a lot of matcha tea. I'm taking vitamin D and omega-3 fatty acids for anti-inflammatory nutrients, and spirulina (I've gotten used to the taste). I'm not eating a lot of sugar and junk. I know diet is a huge component when it comes to inflammation, but it's not 100%. Though it's definitely a huge important factor which is more important than others. In fact I might even cancel my appointment and speak to my aunt about this.

But there is most certainly an allergen component, because my skin clears up at work where there is good ventilation. My face was so red yesterday and I took an allegra pill and applied some benadryl gel to my hands, face, and neck. My mom, who also deals with bad allergies and had severe eczema when she was my age, told me that would help. This morning I woke up and spent the entire day cleaning my room. Removing a ton of clutter and stuff I do not need. Sometimes it goes way beyond just vacuuming, dusting, and running an air filter. It needs hours of decluttering. I'm so satisfied and relieved. I got rid of so much stuff I do not need. My skin feels better already. I feel like I can breathe in my room.

On top of my anti-inflammatory diet and supplementation, my next step is to declutter my house and just organize and being up to date with cleaning. This will help so much. My skin is less angry at me. So diet and decluttering are 2 main goals I want to develop for now.

Other sources of irritation are gut inflammation and toxin exposure, which is why I take the spirulina. Taking that doesn't require as much effort as cooking and buying anti-inflammatory foods and deep cleaning my house. But it is worth scheduling an appointment with my doctor to discuss all this. And how I can guarantee a healthy gut and toxin removal. Again it's as simple as finding a supplement and taking it regularly. It's not something that requires active maintenance like an anti-inflammatory diet and decluttering. Nor do I think they are as important. But it's worth asking about both.

The next step would be to do autism testing. It's quite hard to book an appointment, unfortunately. Not many offices near me offer it. But I know it will work out.

Final steps would be to consistently workout and go to a dentist with my mom.

So overall the main goals would be to stick to my anti-inflammatory diet and to declutter and clean my house regularily. Then we'll see where the next step takes me. I don't want spend a lot of time, energy, and money on seeing doctors and my mom and sister have been more helpful in many ways than doctors have been. Such as recommending an anti-inflammatory diet and how to effectively clean and manage allergies. My dad told me about intermittent fasting and may aunt about spirulina. Sometimes our loved ones know best.

It can also help to switch to less irritating cleaning and skin/hair products like soaps, cleansers, shampoos, body washes, deodorants, laundry detergents, and dish soaps. Even maybe a shower water filter attachment. This is another goal to look into and I'm not really good and finding alternatives. I'll see.

[vamosaespana]

Rain with rainbows

We awoke to a rainy day…not what we had planned on as we obviously did not pack any rain gear 🤦🏻‍♀️ Ugg everything we had brought with us and of course I forgot to add that. But who am I kidding, for the teenagers they would have just worn a hoodie and how that would have felt in summer humidity would have not been bueno 👎🏼

We headed out to grab some breakfast and GB stopped to pick up some umbrellas from a street vendor…3 out of the 5 worked decent I guess🤷🏻‍♀️ We found a local place and had some French fries because why not have French fries in Spain 😆 The favorite tends to be patatas bravas which are potatoes with with a salsa on top which of course is amazing. My favorite is when GB ordered a plate of fries and they gave him not one but 2 sides of mayo for his fries!!!! I can’t even describe the giddiness I have each time I see the mayo😍 We then do a little shopping as we are heading to the Sagrada Familia today and Ali would like to wear some pants instead of her super long dress so of course we stop at Brandy Melville. Can I just stop for a second and ask moms about this store. It’s one I can somewhat get behind price was as I am super stingy about spending money (someone’s got to balance GB out🙄) but some of the clothes in the store look like they would fit my American Girl doll…it’s so small!!!!! And the style looks no different from any other store. Plain tees and tanks throw some sweats and pajamas in there…explain to me how that’s different from Target 🤷🏻‍♀️ anyway I digress but just wanted to feel out the crowd. 2 is able to find - pair of linen striped pants and some tops that fit a normal teenager and we are back in the rain heading home. Our reservations at La Sagrada Familia aren’t for 3:30 so we just decide to hunker down in the apartment and wait for the rain to pass. I get a load of laundry and some tidying up and the rain stops! 2/5 wanted to take a taxi but luckily I win and we walk. I mean I bought these On Clouds for how great they were for walking…I want my money’s worth 🤑

We arrive at La Sagrada Familia and it is breathtaking…now keep in mind parts of it are under construction as they are adding on and mending but still absolutely beautiful. We have a tour guide set up and he provides us with our headsets which now we are pros with and we head in. I have never seen a church like this ever in my life. One sees color in the stained glass in churches but the color Gaudi brought inside was just absolutely unbelievable!

He set up the windows so that it would take in color from the sun starting at sunrise and ending at sunset. The blue archway lighting up from the morning sun and the reddish hued arches lighting stronger as the sun sets. His true love for his faith was beautiful and showed in every detail from outside to inside. I truly applaud artists for the true gift they see in their mind and share with us.

We then took an elevator to the top of the spires dedicated to the nativity and then walked down enjoying the angel’s view of Barcelona. It was very winding and trust me when I probably should have taken a Dramamine on the way down. Would have truly been a good sobriety test! So far the day was going pretty drama free until…2 all of a sudden asked about her contacts and if I packed them…are you kidding me😑 Asking about them now as we head up the spire where we literally have no control and won’t know the answer for at least a couple hours. Yeah of course, let’s do that, total perfect timing, and then proceeds to freak out thinking she doesn’t have them and we have no way to verify at the time. These are the times I take a deep breath and try to stay calm when all I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs, which for sure would get me not only the dirtiest looks from people but also possibly arrested. Not to mention the Holy family just looking at me and shaking their head. This stays an issue for a bit but then seems to somewhat improve in order to enjoy the rest of the evening without tears.

As the family went to the gift shop, I was able to have some quiet time for prayers and again saying thank you for this beautiful gift. Also to ask for any help that the Holy Family can provide me in raising a teenager…still waiting for a response 🫤 I met up with them at the gift shop where they found our traditional ornament that we get for our tree. The one selected was the top spire of the tower dedicated to the Virgin Mary with 12 points. Truly beautiful. We also found our token reusable bag with the bright colors and design that we so loved in the church. I love our traditions that we have for each of our trips, something small but something we see and use reminding us of our trips.

GB arranged for a dinner just outside La Sagrada Familia where we enjoyed each others company and soaked in the views 😍

Andrew and I walked home while the girls took a cab with GB. Apparently they had an interesting ride with 2 cabbies yelling at each other back and forth. The talk is one taxi blew off GB and the girls because it was a short ride and the cab that did pick them up after definitely let him know how he felt about that 😲 Andrew and I were able to talk just the two of us which was nice as I really get sentimental with him. He’s going to be a sophomore this year and I feel like it’s going way to fast. We talked about school, colleges and friends making him promise he will come and visit on the holidays🥺 he always gives me an “awww mom” with a side hug and kiss. Not sure if it means “never in a million years would I pass up the holidays’ or “‘mom you’re crazy and need to be put in a nursing home”. Either way I take the hug and kiss 🥰

We get back to the hotel room and it’s back to packing up a again. Tomorrow we leave at 9:00 for a train to Madrid and then to Seville where the next leg of the journey starts. More laundry to be done, which I have to admit I am getting better at understanding the European washer and dryers…guess its one of my many gifts 😁. We are getting up early tomorrow at 6:00 so this is going to be rough but I’m excited where our next journey takes us!