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[kedreeva]

I have had a pretty terrible last three days. Saturday I finally made the decision to replace my car, which I am deeply attached to and have had for the past 19 years of my life, and found a replacement down in North Carolina near my family. I planned to take one last drive with him to go down, and turn him in at the dealership, only to be hit by a truck hard enough to total my car yesterday. I'm a little banged up on my shoulder and sporting a pretty tender bruise to the side of my head, but I'm otherwise fine.

After dealing with all of that and arranging a flight down instead, I got a bad feeling about the birds and the Cold after checking the weather report that said it would get to -30 wind-chill last night. I went out to check on the birds again, only to find Indie on the floor in cold shock. I brought him indoors and spent most of last night up and down checking on him and slogging out into the cold to check on the others. Thankfully my own birds are all very cold hardy and are doing fine, but Indie is a higher Spalding, and seems to be far less cold tolerant.

Thankfully, he survived the night and warmed up, and has gotten steadier all day. At 7:30, about when the lights go off in the coops, he promptly decided it was bedtime, turned around on the tray table and tucked himself into bed so completely in the way that I also went to bed a few minutes later.

After some discussion with his owners, I cancelled my flight and rented a car, and I'll be taking him back. They VERY kindly offered to let me bring the girls I was going to breed him to down with him, and they will do the breeding there instead. This is a relief that means I won't have to deal with any peachicks this year, but I'll still hopefully be able to get a bs split leucistic pair from him and my own birds, possibly a trio.

My brother drove out and helped me unload the stuff I'd gone to get yesterday, which was mostly supplies for the birds, extra bedding to keep them warm, and the few personal things I kept in the car. Since I'm moving three birds including one adult male to the south, I'm just going to condense the pens into the barn, where they'll have more room to be indoors through this cold, and have better insulation and be easier to access for me. Of course, that means Stan and co are boarding in Bug's pen and Bug's been relegated to her baby cage for when she must be contained if we leave the house (though that's mostly because it's Too Cold, less because there are birds in her house)

Still big enough to hold her! Thankfully it shouldn't have to hold her long.

She's also extremely jealous I'm paying attention to Indie and not just her. She's been alternating between guarding me and sulking all day.

Anyway. Send some good vibes this way, 2024 has not been treating me very kindly so far.

[fuck-customers]

i work for a company that gets contracts with car dealerships which means i end up spending my days at different car dealerships. i don’t have a “home base” like others in my department. i am the AM and wnd up traveling around a lot. right now, i am most frequently at a certain dealership and man…. i hate it here. the lot is MASSIVE and they keep ordering cars. the “dungeon” is filled to the brim with huge ass trucks that are almost impossible to move out of the spots. and they’re redoing the building near the dungeon so its even harder getting out with all the work trucks around. the whole lot is overfilled right now and there is very little parking (if any some days). the building i work out of majority of the day is shared with the managers for this dealership. i’ve had to park next to said building recently and TELL ME WHY the managers put a note on my car saying “you can’t park here!!! managers only!! we get all these spots so you have to park in the dungeon which is on the exact opposite side of the property and about half a mile away from the building you work out of!” EXCUSE ME? you want me to do WHAT? all because you can’t potentially park in the one spot i have literally never seen anyone park in. its always empty. what the fuck kind of entitlement do you fucking losers have?? best part is: we have several dealerships that are the same name. (think like john smith [car brand here] or john smith [dif car brand here) and ONLY at this specific name i have issues like this. every other dealership i go to that is of a different name, everyone is so nice. i don’t get yelled at for parking somewhere, i don’t get bitched at for stupid shit. this place drives me BONKERS. all these managers think they are gods and i am the dirt they walk on. fuck you. can’t fucking wait to get sent somewhere else and get treated like an actual human being again.

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[s-4pphics]

a lil meanmechanic!ellie and snobbybitch!reader hc list bc i’m clinically ill and my dark thoughts always win i was gonna write a lil fic but i got tired lol long day 

but hopefully thisll suffice for now😚idk how many imma make for them but the sex gon go crazy

wc;cw: 930 real short n sweet, slutty rude annoying rich!oc, i’m not kidding she’s a bad person, more monologues when will it end, oc is horny and a top letting y’all know rn, imma make this toxic🤭

your shiny brand new pink bentley just stopped working! what the fuck! 

after your dad gifted you your third new car, he instructed you to pull up to the swarovski store and pick up your sparkly limited edition lavender tinted lux chrono watch…. and this happens!

how the fuck were you going to get your new watch without transportation?!

you pulled your phone outta your chanel bag and googled car stopped help…

call a tow truck?!

don’t people just buy new cars when they stop working?! 

you dialed the first number suggested online 

“YELLO!” a friendly gruff voice came through the phone

“ummm, hi, my car stopped working— “

“okay, great! where’s your car located?”

“it’s uh.. near this mall complex.” 

“…okay. i mean…. i mean what’s the address?”

…. you don’t fucking know, you’re stranded!

after spending the next ten minutes asking strangers where the hell you were, you irritatingly whined the address to the man on the phone

why does nothing go your way?!

“okay great! we’ll be there in about an hour to get it!” 

an hour?!

but your swarovski watch—!

“hello?” 

“…yeah, whatever.” you said, hanging up.

this is fucking stupid!

after an hour of angrily pouting in your front seat, you saw a red truck pull up behind you in your rearview 

fucking finally!

you got out your new baby and saw—

oh, fuck

oh fuck!

WEEEEEEWOOOOOOWWEEEEEE—

your brain was sending off red alarms!

behind the man, there was a girl in overalls and a wife-beater, dirty sneakers(yuck!), and a bandana on to keep her sweaty hair outta her face

and your mood immediately got better! 

she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy—

“um, hi! ‘m joel! you called for a tow?” 

oh yeah

“y-yup! that’s me! my cars over there,” you pointed in some random direction as you stared at the girl 

“….okay, uh, we’ll get that loaded and we’ll head over to the repair shop!”

“uh huh,” you were so dazed as you watched her biceps ripple as she got some paperwork outta the car 

“….right!” and he walked away

she’s coming over oh god she’s coming over!

“hey. this your car?”

“mhm!” 

you looked at her name tag 

ellie

hm…wanna fuck?—

“cool. just need you to sign here. we’ll do the diagnosis when we get to the shop—“

you didn’t even care about what the fuck she was saying

you wanna eat her out so bad and buy her whatever she wants 

you work so hard, baby, lemme take the stress away! 

“…are you gonna sign…or?”

you were too busy looking at her freckled face and scarred eyebrows to notice she was holding a clipboard out to you 

how about you sign these damn wedding papers! 

“sorry!”

“it’s cool…yeah, just sign at the bottom.” 

she pointed at the dotted line with her calloused finger and you almost sucked it into your mouth! 

turn her out turn her out!

she finally met your eyes 

you wanted her clit in your mouth—!

“um… you can hop in the truck and we’ll head over, it’s like.. 20 minutes—“

“great! let’s go!”

ride my face!

when you arrived at the dealership, you got…. uncomfortable. 

why was it so loud and… grungy looking?

the nice man that answered the phone—joel— guided you into the garage and ushered you to sit on…. dirty chairs and you wanted god to strike you down now

“we’re gonna take a look at your car! it’s in pretty good condition so it shouldn’t be long!” joel screamed at you from the garage exit

you sat and nodded and 

you looked so outta place in here 

pastel colors, shimmery necklace and bracelets, heels!

you stood out like a sore thumb!

rusted, eggshell walls, dimly lit, dusty floor

you wanna leave so bad what the fuck—

“hey!” 

sike you wanna stay ellie’s so fucking fine—

“your car battery’s connection is loose, we’re gonna replace it—“

“today's my birthday!”

you were biting your lip and looking at her with glossy lust filled eyes and you wanted your head between her thighs—

“….’scuse me?”

“it’s my birthday!”

“happy….. happy birthday?” 

“thank you!” now lemme give you head—

“uh huh….. so, the replacement battery is gonna be $60, i can ring you up right now so you're not waiting when your car’s charged.”

you followed her to the desk and….

her fucking back and her shoulders and her ass—

her back her back! you wanna scratch it and make her scream!—

“cash or card?”

“card. my black card!” she needa know you’ll buy her everything—

“….right. go ‘head and swipe.”

you wanna swipe your tongue on her pussy!

but you swiped your card 

and you also reached in your chanel and grabbed a couple hundreds out

“here you go! for your troubles!” 

“what.”

“you fixed my baby! you should get a huge tip! like a really…. really fat one!

lemme give you this tip!

she must’ve noticed your tone, nastily sweet like honey, because her eyes widened before she let out a shocked scoff

you have her you have her—

“are you kidding me right now?” 

what. 

“hm?”

“i’m askin’ if you’re fucking serious? we don’t accept charity.” and she got up

and she looked mad

what the hell?

“w-what! no, it’s not like that— “

“yeah, whatever, your car will be ready in 20. you can take your money and get the hell out.” 

and she stormed off with a slam of the back door. 

…..

oh my god?

…

you want her even more now! 

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[ahedderick]

MidWeek

I began my day by making chili, because it takes very few functioning braincells to make chili. Half beef, half bear. It can sit and let the flavors mingle until dinner. Time spent trying to figure out a very complicated, multistep chemistry lab. I made it halfway through, then sent my daughter some notes and a list of questions for her instructor. There is a video provided by the instructor, which is nice, however the actual useful part of the video is squished down in the right bottom corner of the screen, quite tiny? And also out of focus. So it is literally impossible to read what she is writing on the board. wut. WaHt?

At 11:30 the farrier came for Hero's hooficure. Hero seems to enjoy getting a hoof trim, so that was a low-key event and I got to chat with the farrier a bit. Rosalie, tied nearby, looked on in great bafflement. Lady concentrated on snarfing up little hoof chips and eating them. As dogs do. I offered one to Rosalie, but she was too confused to eat it.

After that I had to drive the truck to town to pick up Husband. He had taken my car to the dealership to deal with the ruined tire, an oil change, and getting a new spare key (my lost one never resurfaced.)

It is early afternoon and I feel like it's bedtime. Still have more school help to do for both kids. Good thing dinner is already made. Perhaps I should go sit near enough to Baxter for his Nap Radiation to get me. I want to finish the half-done S square for the quilt, but zzzzzz.

Pathetic Scrunglebeaste with naked leg doesn't understand WHY the other dogs are allowed to run and she is not. The unfairness.

[sexhaver]

How do we feel about drivers who maintain the speed limit while driving the left lane, while on four lane roads. Because only two weeks ago I got ticketed for doing 40 in a 30 to get around an Amazon delivery truck parked in the street/road/whatever, and now I feel too pussy to push my luck at speeding, at least during the near future. But I also don't want to piss someone off who might be unhinged enough to ram the rear of my car.

in general, if you are doing the speed limit, stay out of the left lane as much as possible. the way you avoid pissing people off and getting rearended is actually extremely simple and was taught to me as a core component of driver's ed in Texas because Altimas with paper dealership tags and lifted F350s both make up a large chunk of traffic and have death wishes. here's the trick: when you're in the left lane, check your rearview mirror every so often and take note of the car behind you, specifically how fast it's approaching. if they're gaining on you, either speed up until they aren't or temporarily duck out into the lane to your right at the soonest opportunity. the faster car behind you will pass you without having to weave in and out of lanes, and you get to avoid having someone who hates you ride your bumper for a few miles. if you do this often enough you get into Heaven when you die. also whichever cop ticketed you for doing 40 in a 30 was probably trying to hit a quota

[moth-girl42]

I can’t sleep so I’ve decided to give the good people of Tumblr my unsolicited opinions about cars I’ve driven or members of my family have owned.

1996 Dodge Dakota: my grandfather’s truck that he tried to teach me how to drive. It’s a manual and after I stalled the truck 2 times and cried he gave up. 10/10 truck tho and ignoring the failed driving lesson I have lots of happy memories in that truck.

2006? Ford Escape: my mom’s car that she drove for most of my childhood. I loved that thing and cried when she traded it in. Another 10/10. If given the opportunity I would absolutely hunt that car down and buy it back.

2005/6 Ford Mercury Monteago: my grandmother’s car I learned to drive in. She used to take me to a small cemetery in the middle of nowhere and let me practice. However I got carsick whenever I had to ride in the back. 7/10

2015 Jeep Cherokee latitude: another of my grandparents’ vehicles. Nothing special or memorable about it. It did drive nicely tho. 8/10

2015 Jeep Renegade: the cursed vehicle my mom traded in her escape for. This thing started falling apart as soon as it came out of the factory. All four doors had to be replaced within year of it being purchased, the radio had to be replaced twice, and the transmission had about 20 different things wrong with it. (It did not help that 2 years ago I hit a curb in it, blew the tire out, took a massive chunk out of the rim, fucked the alignment and the steering column, but we do not talk about that) I took my driver’s license test in this thing and pasted by one point. 2/10 for the yearly recalls and trauma

2006 Ford Taurus SE: my very first car and my pride and joy. Her name was Charlene, she had no heater, an ac that work every third day of the month, and was an absolute tank of a car. I drove her through torrential rain, snow, on black ice, and in many conditions she probably should not have been driven in. She however got chewed up by a rat and I let my mom talk me into trading her in (I will never forgive her for this, it’s been 9 months and I’m still bitter about it) (and to add insult to injury the salesman at the dealership had the audacity to insult her and say she’d probably be scrapped for parts, I cried when he said that). I didn’t have the money to fix her at the time, or I’d still be driving her. 1000/10 rip Charlene you were a real one

2021 GMC Terrain: the car my mom talked me into trading in Charlene for, that we shared custody of (split the cost of 50/50 since we lived together and worked from home). Overall fantastic SUV, drove like a champ and got great gas mileage. (Eventually replaced by the next car) 9/10 for replacing Charlene

2024 Ford F-150: quite possibly my mom’s pride and joy, she loves that thing. I have a feeling she’ll be holding on to it until it falls apart. Good truck tho, great for hauling a lot of stuff when you’re moving, incredibly easy to speed in. It plays an ad for the truck when you get it in, like yes ford I did forget what kind of vehicle I’m driving. It also yells at you if you drift anywhere near the shoulder or if you do not keep both hands on tbe steering wheel at all times. It gets an 8/10 solely for that feature.

[razorsadness]

Though, also worth noting...is that skateboarding, at least between the mid-eighties and mid-nineties, was one of the (many) places the gift economy was in radical action, by which I mean in practice. It was just the case that whatever you had extra—and skateboarding, with its many components (decks, wheels, bearings, trucks, bushings, riser pads, rails, Rip Grip, bolts, etc.) made for extra—you passed along. Most of us had a bucket of some sort where, when someone needed something, we dug around to find it. I never once heard anyone express it as an ethics (sharing, redistribution, commonwealthing), though if you tried to keep your extra to yourself, if you spoke to no one of your bucket, and then it got out you had one, and gleaming like gold in that extra Independent truck was the kingpin one of us needed to skate that day, the reaction would be an ethical one: Yo, that’s fucked up, man.      Also worth noting is that skateboarding’s reemergence, at least in the US, is almost perfectly concurrent with a new gilded age, a grotesque accumulation and celebration of wealth, deregulation, the dismantling of the welfare state, mass incarceration, NAFTA, taking the solar panels off the roof of the White House, privatization of everything, further enclosure of the commons, and the unabashed, unapologetic, mongering sanctification of hoarding. Of the hoard.

...

...the only limitation to what might be skated, or made public, or commoned, or shared, is the imagination.      Which, yeah, leaves some marks sometimes. Though the residual polyurethane script of previous wall-riders, the frenetic black rainbows streaking a white wall, to me indicates possibility, skateability, to maintenance, and most definitely to the owner of the building, they are a headache, and might even hit ‘em in the wallet if they want that wall real clean. To the owners, everything is a headache, or a potentional headache, which is to say: a threat. And to the skaters everything is skateable. As you can see, this is an endless loop that results either in criminalization (and the once ubiquitous Skateboarding Is Not a Crime sticker), or the very pristine and perfect skateparks municipalities have taken to building as a kind of legal protest corral, helmets and recycling strongly encouraged.      It is so odd to be old enough to catch myself saying things like “I’m so glad they didn’t have that then.” You know, cellular telephones. Homework. Schedules. Parents. Bottled water. Strange to say, but skateparks, too, I’m so glad we didn’t really have. We had the thing behind 7-Eleven on Maple Ave., a little rough but still nice. We had the drainage ditch up behind the car dealerships. We had the car dealerships. We had the loading docks behind the supermarket. We had Herbert Hoover Elementary School, which included the roof. We had that jarring bit of transition behind Burger King, and the culvert behind Mindy’s Skateshop. We had those sexy, long, slippery, connected parking curbs at the school near where Georgie moved over in Fairless Hills. Another ditch, kinda steep but good, behind the Posh Nosh and the Clemons, where they carried Transworld SKATEboarding magazine. We had dumpsters we could flip over, and washing machines or dryers left by the dumpster we could boardslide and grind. We had those ramps we built of good wood we found at local construction sites in the middle of the night. We had the SEPTA station in Penndel, the park bench and that indecipherable hunk of wood Harley and I pulled from the trash and skated for hours. We had those high yellow curbs over the sewer grates. That ramp we took out of the driveway of that kid Steve who wouldn’t share his bucket. We skated and ollied off the wooden boardwalk and steps of Seafood Shanty. Ledges, the fountain, the speed bumps, the smooth yellow curbs at the mall. We had that little course we built from a stash of railroad ties and some scavenged plywood in the janky, netless, heavenly smooth tennis courts at the apartments, until they banished skating from the premises with threat of eviction. Of course they did.

—Ross Gay, from “Share Your Bucket! (Skateboarding: The Fifth Incitement)” (Inciting Joy, Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2022)