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[galleryyuhself]

Galleryyuhself - It is that time again to remind women that they are house wives and house wise.

[knightedmoon]

As someone that was on tumblr from 2013 to 2018 that exodus'd after the Great Purge, tumblr is a place I no longer recognize after attempting to come back several times in the last 2 1/2 years.

It's like you come back to your childhood home. It used to have original wood finish, stained-glass windows, oak cabinets, and crown molding, only for the house to now look like a gutted white/beige minimalist wasteland. Everything is too bright and shiny, the layout is completely different, the furniture is firm and probably not made to sit in.

You go back to your old room only to find someone living there. It's a completely different room with completely new items, and all of your old things were stuffed into a closet. You used to be able to open your bedroom window and talk to your next-door-neighbor and chat about shared interests and personal accomplishments. Now when you open it, an entire Rube Goldberg machine activates to shoot flames into your face via flamethrower.

The doorbell rings and you are met with a Jehovah's Witness there to greet you, and you think, "How did you people find this place? This used to be a closed community." Their 'good book' reads "bakudeku dni". There used to be a welcome mat that was fashioned in the stile of satanism and witchcraft. Matter of fact, this used to be a walkable community, now it's gated with an HOA.

You go into the kitchen for a simple glass of water, but nothing is placed where it used to be. Once you finally find a decent cup, you arrive at the refrigerator for ice. Before, the refrigerator was a standard two (2)-door white fridge/freezer. Now it's a silver, stainless steel behemoth with a smart-screen and strange symbols in the water/ice dispenser. There's a poll on the smart-screen: "where do the vegetables go? In this drawer or in that drawer?"

You walk down a long hallway full of photos you don't recognize. At first. As you walk on, they begin to get more familiar, however dusty and light-damaged they are. As you near the hallway, you find a very busted, dusty framed photo of the Onceler. Beside it in a similarly damaged frame is a photo of a skeleton in a blue hoodie. The final photo in this hall of fading memories depicts the clock from "Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared".

You reach the basement door. Curiously, the door itself is the same even if it's just been landlord-painted white. When you open the swollen door, you are hit with a cloud of dust that makes you cough. The light switch you flick on and off produces no light, so you return to the kitchen to scroll around in the drawers for a flashlight. Once acquired, you brave the dark basement. It gets hard to breathe, between the dust and the thick air. Quickly you realize everything you knew before has been stored here. You shine the light upon a box with scribbled sharpie. "Voltron".

You shudder.

More and more boxes and piles look familiar. "Danganronpa". "Vampire Diaries". "Dan and Phil." Upon the well windowsill is a novelty box with the words "Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons". The farther you go into the basement, the more battered the boxes are. All of them are homes to some kind of spider.

And there... in the very darkest, furthest corner of the basement, is a mountain of boxes, all labeled, "SuperWhoLock".

As you've taken in the house that is no longer the home you know, you stand on the front porch. A single tear falls from your eye. Why come back?

As the wind blows, you hear a jingle. You look up and see an old wind chime that hadn't been removed. Along with the metal and the beads, the charms on the ends depict a feather, a bow, and a pair of glasses with a handlebar mustache attached to them. Another tear falls when the wind blows again and the chimes whisper,

"Just girly things."

[pudding-parade]

I mooned you! :D And it's only a "little bit" photoshopped! *cough*

Sorry, I've not been around much again. Honestly, I've been playing lots of No Man's Sky. I just haven't been in much of a Sims-playing mood, and I've been playing No Man's Sky instead of scrolling through Tumblr. I know, I'm awful. :)

BUT! I am looking to do an Ultimate Overhaul™ of Oasis Landing, which I can keep on hand to use whenever I go there in a save. I always add lots and stuff to it, and I'm tired of doing it every damn time.

And then I decided to also make an even more elaborate version and mess around with playing Oasis Landing as a quasi-homeworld via the Traveler mod. For that version, I'm demolishing all the stupidly-big EA residential lots and replacing them with more smaller lots, on which I'll build my own things. I've been gathering CC for that project version, since I'm not a fan of most of the Into the Future or Store "future" stuff, and there's not much in the way of furniture and fixtures that's passable for a "future" look in the game otherwise. Some of the Late Night stuff will do it, but otherwise it's slim pickings to use to furnish a whole world. But CC means downloading stuff, looking at it in-game to see if it meets my quality standards and is also sufficiently maxis-matchy, making collection files so that I have a prayer of finding what I want while building, etc. It's time-consuming and not very Tumblr-sharing-friendly, so...Yeah. That's what I'm up to when I'm touching Sims at all.

[charlottelerose]

A Six Year Bullet and the Checkered Flag that Followed

This is a follow-up to my post, The Weight Of It All. You do not have to read that first.

It has been more than six years of trying to get one gender-affirming medical procedure in the United States. The details of how they tried to murder me don’t matter so much as the strategy they used. At first, they used the standard “Not medically necessary” response that every single United States citizen with a net worth below $10,000 is keenly aware of. When The Affordable Care Act provisions went into effect that prevented exactly this sort of nonsense, they shifted tactics. Now they were more than happy to cover this procedure voluntarily, as in, they voluntarily decided to follow US law. So, I got all the forms signed, all the documents needed setup and approved and submitted for pre-approval and signed again and submitted once more and the insurance gives us a big like emoji and the surgeon provides me a date for the surgery, two years from that day. The clock was ticking and everything was quiet until one week before the scheduled procedure, the insurance companies decided they suddenly didn’t have enough documentation. The notice came at 4:55 PM on a Friday and no amount of communication between my surgeon, doctor, therapist, and the murderers, would convince the murderers to maybe not try to murder me, pretty please. So, since I can’t come up with tens of thousands of dollars on the spot, suddenly my appointment is cancelled, and I’m told to start over.

This exact scenario will play out two more times.

The third is when I wrote my anger into the void of Tumblr. “We’re just trying to make sure you get accurate healthcare”, lied one insurer over the phone to a sobbing trans woman. They would then go on to refuse to pay for any of my hormones.

This point isn’t about the murderers working at the highest levels of insurance companies in America, this post is about what I decided to do about their attempts on my life.

When my then-girlfriend heard my crying on the phone, she immediately booked a flight to the US to help however she could. The next two months were spent strategizing and coming up with options. It was clear the insurance companies were going to continue to exploit this legal loophole as often and as much as possible, so everything we came up with was based on medical tourism; the wonderfully expensive retreat Americans invented when they need to find healthcare outside their country. My then-girlfriend happened to live in one of those countries, so the decision came down to moving in with her and seeking help elsewhere.

The next two months we’re fraught with difficulties. Turns out, if you’re staying longer than a certain number of days somewhere, countries will require numerous documents and background checks to allow you to do so. My child also needed a passport, and thanks to the current wave of anti-lgbtqia+ bills being passed in the US, nearly half of everyone in that category was also trying something similar to me. Even with paying for expedited shipping and processing, we got the passport only two days from the fly date on our tickets. I was also working this whole time while we tried to figure out how to store a lifetime’s worth of stuff into the cheapest possible storage unit. We saved maybe ⅓ of my personal belongings, losing so much furniture and gifts to the nothing of donation bins and quick Craigslist deals. I was working the entire time as well to pay for the plane tickets back.

The flight took twenty-six hours. A whirlwind of security checkpoints and removing shoes and paying fees, and I was finally in a new country whose language I barely spoke, rooming with my now-fiancé.

The following will sound literally impossible to other Americans, but I swear on my citizenship to the richest country in the world that it is all very true.

We called a doctor who specializes in transgender healthcare, specifically the kind of surgery I need. He saw us the next day and the conversation cost me $30 USD without insurance. He told us we can do the procedure the very next available time-slot. That was thirteen days away from that point. He was horrified at some of the things we told him about how the American healthcare industry works. We got a quote of about $10,000 USD for the surgery. Again, without insurance. My chin hit the floor. Selling the whole of my life’s possessions netted me just about half of that, but it was so cheap compared to the 10x cost back in the US that I practically hugged him on the way out of his office.

We had twelve days to come up with about $5,000 USD, but it didn’t really feel real. In fact, the next twelve days were mostly just me working and not wholly understanding the doctor visits or tests I was having, as I moved through a system not set up for tourists in an almost zen-like trance. My fiancé would tell me she tried to explain what was going on or where we were going, but I just sort of let the words wash over me. I honestly can’t remember a single specific detail about most of the process myself, most of this post is heavily fact-checked by her. The only clear memory I have is: “hold still, I need to cut you”.

Preparing for the surgery, I was required to get every possible blood test, a urine sample, a healing test (the kind where they cut you to see how fast your blood clots over the wound), something called a mandibular scan, an X-ray, and an electrocardiogram. I also needed to get them a copy of my entire medical history. All of which, together, cost me $300 USD ($200 of which was the skull x-ray and mandibular scan) and was done over the span of three days.

I felt nothing, and time passed peacefully as we borrowed money from friends and family to pay for the procedure. Emotionally I was still a wreck, but mentally I was fine— kind of. I’m the kind of person who, if she has a list of tasks to do and someone to get me places, can zone out completely and wake up two weeks later in a hospital gown to a doctor standing over me saying “Don’t worry. Everyone I have ever told will have sweet dreams has had sweet dreams. Sweet dreams.” as he places the general anesthesia mask over my mouth and the heart rate monitor spikes. It was that moment that everything became real, and I had about three seconds to come to terms with the fact that I was, finally, about to undergo a major and life altering surgery.

Fourteen days, about $14,000 USD, and the loss of almost all of my worldly possessions overcame six long years of trolls hiding under bridges.

Note: I prettied up and omitted a lot of the ugliest facts of this mostly for brevity, partly so that this doesn’t become a platform for me to sit down and bleed onto— and partly so that the personally identifiable information wasn’t there.

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[beewolfwrites]

And When I am Formulated, Sprawling on a Pin - Chapter One: The Edge of a Diving Board

Hello everyone!

So I haven’t used my Tumblr account in years, but I recently binge watched Alice in Borderland not too long ago and like any sane person, I realised that it was pretty darn amazing.. and that Chishiya was hands-down one of the best characters in the show.

 So while I'm still riding the AIB wave, I decided to dig out my old Tumblr and write something! 

This is just the first chapter, and you can find it here on AO3 too. To be honest, it’s probably better on AO3 because the formatting is a little funny on here. 

I’ve written it in first person, but avoided giving the main character a name, so it can either read as a Chishiya x OC or as a reader-insert depending on how you prefer :) 

Please let me know what you think, and if you do read it, thank you!

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It was David Foster Wallace who put it best. The world was one big queue leading up to a diving board. You took your place in line, climbed the rankings, and once you got to the top? The end. Process over. Because that’s how life really is: breathe, work, jump off the edge. You fulfil a function and then you’re gone forever.

At least, that’s how I’d always seen it. But the Borderlands changed all of that. Suddenly I was being pushed towards the edge of the diving board when I had thought I was still in the queue.

It happened all at once. I had been in an apartment, laughing over drinks with my brother and his friends. It was our first time in Japan, and we were only visiting for a four-day summer trip. I had only been allowed to go on the premise that he was there. Looking back now, I wish we had chosen Brussels or Amsterdam.

The last time I saw my brother, he was laughing with his friends as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I had turned to the sink, taking a moment to splash cool water on my face.

And that was when the lights went out.

‘Power cut’, I muttered, fumbling around for the door handle and re-entering the living room.

The apartment was dark and cold. I was alone.

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Tokyo almost looked beautiful without electricity at night, like a ghost city paused in time.

‘Hey!‘ I yelled through the empty streets. ‘誰か’ Anyone?

My Japanese was limited at best, but I had to try. I had to find someone. There was no way this could’ve been a prank. A whole population doesn’t just vanish into thin air, it’s simply not possible.

‘Hey, Is anyone there?’ I tried again.

As if on cue, a light cut through the darkness. I couldn’t help but squint at the large white screen projected across a desolate building. I couldn’t read any of the kanji, but there was one word that stood out clear as day.

GAME

What is this? I asked myself.

Suddenly, the screen changed, this time sporting an arrow pointing to the right. I tried to read the hiragana, but it seemed there was no need. Another light appeared in the distance, glowing ominously over the tops of buildings.

I guess I have to go that way, I thought. Perhaps there’s some kind of big event on and everyone’s gone to watch.

I made my way to the source of the light, which turned out to be an old furniture store. In this sea of darkness, it was as if the electricity had pooled entirely into one two-storey building.

There can’t be an event in a place like this. Where is everyone?

On a wall was a smaller sign with an arrow pointing into the store.

GAME – こちらです

Hesitantly, I followed the arrow up the steps leading to the door. Inside, the hallway was fully lit. The walls were decorated with mirrors and printed canvases, their price tags and sale stickers still attached. Passing beneath an arch that led into a large room, I heard a tiny bleep. It was almost inaudible, but I knew I hadn’t imagined it.

As I peered around, looking for the source of the noise, a voice spoke.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’

I jumped, turning on my heels.

Leaning inconspicuously against a wall, a man was staring at me curiously. He was wearing a sleeveless grey top and looked to be in his thirties. He didn’t look like it, but perhaps he was the shop owner?

I stepped forward, intent on asking for help. However, I must’ve moved too quickly in my excitement, as my arm wavered, knocking a tiny vase with an artificial flower off a table.

It rolled across the ground, but before I could apologise and pick it up a neon red laser cut through the vase, leaving a singed hole in the plastic soil.

‘I told you not to do that,’ the man repeated, huffing.

I stared, wordless, at the destroyed flower. Lasers? What the hell kind of game was this?

‘Newbie, hm? This’ll be easy.’

It was a new voice this time. Another man, slightly younger, was reclining back in an armchair. I hadn’t noticed him until now as his green shirt blended into the furniture fabric.

‘A foreigner, too. How lucky,’ Green Shirt said.

My mind scrambled to piece together what Japanese it could.

‘すみません… 何がこれ？皆んながどこですか’ Excuse me, what is this? Where is everyone?

Green Shirt raised a brow, whereas the first man huffed once more.

‘It’s a game. You’ve just got to follow the rules.’ He gestured his thumb to a small side table where there were a several phones lined up. ‘You need to take one before registration closes.’

On second inspection, I noticed that they were both clasping phones tightly in their hands. Maybe this was part of the game? Approaching the table, I picked up a smart phone, finding that it sprung to life immediately with a face recognition screen.

‘FACE REGISTRATION IN PROCESS.

PLEASE WAIT FOR THE GAME TO COMMENCE’

A timer on the screen began to tick down from two minutes. Around me, I could feel the two men watching my every move. They seemed to be sussing me out, although I couldn’t figure out what for. Surely, since everyone in Tokyo disappeared, we should all band together and find others.

‘REGISTRATION CLOSED. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.’

This time, the voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once, as if through an invisible sound system. I looked around at the ceiling, trying to find the speakers, when I realised that at the back of the room all of the furniture had been moved aside to make way for a large circular table and four chairs. In the centre of the table was a stack of cards.

‘GAME – RUMMY

DIFFICULTY – FOUR OF DIAMONDS

TIME LIMIT – ONE HOUR’

Four of Diamonds?

I looked at the phone in my hand, where a picture of the aforementioned card flashed up. None of it made sense. And what did playing cards have to do with this?

The first man and Green Shirt both got up and made their way to the table at the back, leaving me no choice but to follow. They seemed to know what was going on better than I did. The three of us each took a seat, only I chose to a sit as far as possible from the other two. Judging from the deck in the middle of the table, we’d be playing a card game, and I didn’t want anybody close enough to see my hand.

The overhead voice continued.

‘RULES –

PLAYERS MUST COMPLETE A SINGLE GAME OF RUMMY.

THE OBJECTIVE IS TO CLEAR ALL CARDS FROM YOUR HAND. THE FIRST PLAYER TO CLEAR THEIR HAND IS THE WINNER.

THE DECK HAS ALREADY BEEN SHUFFLED.

PLAYERS MUST DESIGNATE ONE PERSON TO BE THE DEALER.

TURNS ARE TAKEN COUNTER-CLOCKWISE, FROM THE LEFT OF THE DEALER.

EACH PLAYER STARTS WITH SEVEN CARDS. AFTER THE CARDS HAVE BEEN DEALT, THE FIRST CARD IN THE DECK MUST BE TURNED OVER AND USED TO START A SEPARATE DISCARD PILE.

PLAYERS MUST ALWAYS DRAW ONE CARD FROM THE PILE, AND DISCARD ONE CARD PER TURN.

PLAYERS MAY PICK UP A CARD FROM THE DISCARD PILE, HOWEVER YOU CANNOT DISCARD THE SAME CARD IN THAT TURN.

PLAYERS MUST CREATE SEQUENCES OF THREE TO FOUR CARDS ARRANGED BY EITHER NUMBER OR SUITE. IF A SET OF THREE OR MORE CARDS IS CREATED, THE PLAYER MAY CHOOSE TO LAY IT DOWN IN FRONT OF THEM.

PLAYERS CAN ADD TO OTHERS’ SEQUENCES PROVIDED THEY HAVE BEEN LAID DOWN ON THE TABLE.

ACE MAY ONLY COUNT AS ONE.

JOKERS CAN BE USED IN PLACE OF ANY CARD.

CLEAR CONDITION – BE THE WINNER.’

Okay, I thought, mulling it over. Okay…

I hadn’t understood most of what the voice had said, but I could pick up enough that I figured it was just a game of standard Rummy. I had never played the game before, and I only knew of it through John Steinbeck’s characters. But I had played something similar, a card-melding game that my parents had taught me when I was a small child. I’d played it countless times, and I knew it like the back of my hand. Sure enough, these rules were slightly different, but it was still a card-melding game, all the same.

I looked up at the two men opposite me. They appeared confused, despite their attempts to hide it. Green Shirt gazed at me curiously, then smirked.

Oh…

‘A foreigner, too? How lucky.’

His previous words rang in my memory. Judging by the way the two men were looking at me, they were both counting on my inability to understand the rules. They were assuming I had no idea how to play, or even what rules were just read out. And yet, the brief glimpses of confusion in their expressions told me everything: they had never played a card-melding game before.

So they’ve already decided that they have the advantage?

I tried not to smile.

‘Do you know how to play?’ the first man asked me.

I paused, considering how I should answer. I didn’t know exactly what the stakes were, but judging by the laser I had just seen, losing the game couldn’t be good. In any case, I decided to keep my cards close to my chest.

‘このガームは知らない.’ I’ve never heard of this game before.

I was aware that my Japanese probably sounded like it came straight from a textbook, but in this situation, I couldn’t care less.

The first man nodded. He looked at Green Shirt, and said, ‘I’ll be the dealer then, if that’s okay?’

Green Shirt just shrugged and sat back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. ‘Hurry up then. The clock’s ticking.’

Sure enough, my phone displayed a timer which read 57 minutes. I didn’t want to find out what happened if we didn’t have a clear winner by the time it hit zero.

The first man picked up the deck, dishing out seven cards each before returning the stack to the centre. He took the first card and turned it over on the table, beginning the discard pile. Picking up a card from the deck, the first man began his turn.

I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing, as I needed to focus on the cards currently in my hand.

King of Spades

Three of Hearts

King of Diamonds

Five of Clubs

Ace of Hearts

Nine of Diamonds

Eight of Clubs

It wasn’t bad. Or at least, it could’ve been a lot worse. The two kings stuck out immediately as a potential meld. I could certainly build around them. However, another thought came to mind. If Rummy was anything like the game I had learned as a child, it meant that players could add to each other’s melds once they were on the table. In that case, I would have to avoid creating sets of consecutive numbers within the same suite, as a three-card combination in this kind of meld would leave two openings for the others to get rid of their cards, rather than just the one.

Glancing up, I noticed it was Green Shirt’s turn, promptly ended as he threw an Ace of Spades into the discard pile.

That meant it was my turn next.

I eyed the Ace he just discarded and remembered hearing the overhead voice say something about Aces. But there was no time to think about it; the other two were watching me closely and waiting for me to pick up a card.

I reached out to the deck.

Seven of Diamonds.

Technically I could’ve used it in conjunction with my nine, but it was too risky. I didn’t have time to wait around in hopes of picking up an Eight of Diamonds. Plus, I’d already decided against consecutive sets.

I tossed it into the discard pile.

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The game continued for longer than I would’ve liked it to. The clock was ticking, ticking, ticking, and now read 17 minutes.

So far, my hand had started to come together.

King of Spades

King of Diamonds

King of Hearts

Nine of Diamonds

Nine of Spades

Five of Clubs

Ace of Hearts

I could’ve laid down my kings on the table. But there was only three cards in the meld, meaning one of the others could add the remaining king from their own hand. Across from me, neither of the other two had laid down any cards, and until they did, I couldn’t add anything to their melds either.

Green Shirt then took his turn and picked up a card. He glanced once at me, then threw a Nine of Diamonds onto the discard pile.

I must’ve regarded it a second too long because Green Shirt then spoke up.

‘You’re collecting Diamonds, aren’t you?’

I tried not to smile.

‘どうして知っているのですか’ I asked, playing along. How did you know that?

‘Because you always stare at the cards whenever I discard a Diamonds one.’

He must’ve gotten the wrong end of the stick, because whenever he discarded a Diamonds card, my heart sank. The last thing I needed was a Diamonds card.

‘I’ll try and keep a poker face from now on,’ I muttered.

Green Shirt frowned in response and checked the timer on his phone.

Nine minutes.

Nine minutes until game over.

That’s 540 seconds I had to land a good card.

Come on, I thought. Please be a nine. Please be a nine.

I picked up a card from the deck. It was a Two of Spades. I discarded it immediately.

In the back of my mind, I was starting to panic. Judging by this whole setup, we were playing for our lives. After all, what kind of game would have an invisible barrier that kills those who try to back out?

The first man threw away a Six of Clubs. Green Shirt stared at it and scowled. He must’ve been looking for extra cards to add to his meld on the table.  

By now, the two men were starting to become antsy. The first man kept scratching his eyebrow, whereas Green Shirt kept dragging his nails on the table in impatience.

He picked up a card from the deck, then grinned from ear to ear. He proudly lay down a consecutive suite consisting of the Seven and Six of Clubs and a Joker used to represent a five.  

Carelessly, he tossed down a Nine of Clubs.

My heart jumped, and adrenaline shot through me.

He still thinks I’m collecting Diamonds. That’s why he tossed it.

My hand shot out and snatched up the card from the pile before Green Shirt could figure out his mistake. And figure it out, he did, because his eyes widened slightly.

I looked at him squarely.

‘I have something to confess,’ I said in English. ‘I lied. I’m not collecting Diamonds.’

Green Shirt’s smile dropped. He didn’t understand, but he would soon enough. The thing about Jokers is that they’re always a double-edged sword.

Laying down my new trio of nines, I reached over to Green Shirt’s meld and inserted my Five of Clubs, swiping his Joker for myself.

He made a noise of protest, whereas the first man watched on with disbelief, as if hoping that his intuition was wrong.

I added the Joker to my two Kings, creating a new meld which I down on the table.

Their faces told all. They had no idea that Jokers could be swapped. Even though I hadn’t understood the rules outlined at the beginning, it was evident that this was a rule that hadn’t been mentioned.

Watching them shake their heads, wide eyed… it was like watching a penny drop.

‘ごめんなさい,’ I said.

I’m sorry.

I threw the Ace of Hearts onto the discard pile.

The two men shot out of their seats, yelling frantically. I tried to tear my eyes away, but couldn’t, as two lasers pierced through the ceiling and struck them where they stood.

The two bodies crumpled to the ground, and all was still.

‘GAME CLEAR – CONGRATULATIONS!’

I don’t know how long I remained seated in my chair, but I felt that if I moved, I would collapse too. Swallowing, I took two fingers and pressed them to my jugular, feeling for my pulse.

I had won. I was still alive.

I was still here.

The phone on the table beside me flashed with a message. According to this game, I had a four-day visa, whatever that meant.

It didn’t matter though, all I needed right now was to sleep.

Rising unsteadily, I cautiously approached the where the invisible barrier had been. For all I knew it was a one-way system, and I didn’t want to make a stupid mistake after all my effort in the Rummy game. So, as a test, I picked up a tiny vase and threw it across the entrance.

Nothing.

It was like the lasers had just disappeared altogether.

Tentatively reaching my fingers through, I deemed it safe, and made my way back down the hall to the store entrance. I didn’t know where to go, or how to live in a world like this, but if books and movies had taught me anything, I needed to make some kind of camp, perhaps even head to a food store to collect some supplies –

I stopped.

On a small side table near the entrance doors, a card lay facing up. The Four of Diamonds. The same Four of Diamonds that had flashed on the screen on my phone. The game’s difficulty.

But when did it get here? Perhaps someone had come by whilst I was still playing.

Shrugging, I pocketed it and stepped outside into the ghostly darkness of Tokyo. Behind me, the electricity in the furniture store shut off completely.

Whatever kind of games these were, I had a feeling they were only just getting started.

[duplicitywrites]

tumblr messed up the readmore so here we goooo i hope this is suitably impressive!

on AO3 here

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The worst part about temporarily living in someone else's house was that it was someone else's house.

Harry could not justify having major changes made, no matter how otherwise inconvenient it was for him, because it went against every bone in his body to put forth a request and consequently make himself a burden.

Only, what had originally begun as a way to escape the doxy infestation in his flat had quickly turned into... something else between him and Voldemort. Harry wasn't keen to put a label on it just yet; the boundaries were unclear and he was still living here rent-free. It felt weird to ask for anything other than to have the salt shaker passed over.

That said, Harry did take the opportunity to curse the absurd height difference—more specifically, Voldemort's absurd height—whenever he had the opportunity to do so.

Blatantly unfair. No one had the right to be that tall. Maybe it was useful for when Harry wanted to engage in climbing him like a tree, but otherwise it was a complete and total unfairness. Everything in this goddamned manor was too fucking tall for him.

The cabinets, the bookshelves, the vanities. Even the damn stairs were just a tiny bit higher than Harry was used to. Which, again, was absurd, because weren't all stairs supposed to be built to some kind of standard? Only Voldemort and his stupid long limbs needed stairs this tall.

Harry wanted to ask what the hell was up with this place, only he knew that doing so would result in a snarky-ass response that he did not have the patience to receive.

So Harry sulked and swore colourfully every time he encountered a new piece of too-big, too-tall furniture, and debated the pros and cons of finding a magical way to just steal a few inches of height from his sort-of not-yet boyfriend.

It all came to a head one day, after Harry had returned to their room only to find it had been cleaned. Attentive house-elves had a weekly schedule of tidying the private chamber up while both he and Voldemort were out. Harry was used to it, so he tossed his satchel bag onto the top of the dresser and strode over to where Voldemort was seated by the window and reading a book.

"Had a good day?" Harry asked curiously, laying a hand on the man's shoulder.

Voldemort canted his head back to regard Harry with a calm expression. "Nothing eventful occurred," he allowed, after a brief pause.

Harry curled his fingers a bit, tugging lightly at the fabric under his fingertips, and smiled. "I thought I would go flying. Did you want to come?" He felt the answer would likely be no, but it would be rude of him not to ask at all.

"You go on ahead."

Unsurprised, Harry made his way over to the (tall) wardrobe where he kept his broomstick. This wardrobe, like most other container-like items in the house, was magically-enlarged on the inside to store more things.

Harry opened it up to reveal the tidy assortment of belongings he and Voldemort shared. Tidier than usual because of the cleaning. Harry nudged a few cloaks and coats out of the way, searching for his broomstick. All of the heavy clothing slid easily along with their hangers, disturbing the even gaps the elves had left behind as Harry shoved everything to one side.

No broomstick.

"Where's my broomstick?" asked Harry, chancing a glance over his shoulder.

"Top shelf," Voldemort said, not looking up from his book.

Harry turned back to the wardrobe and tilted his head back. Yes, tilted, because what the hell?! From experience, Harry knew that the top shelf was out of his reach.

Incensed, Harry swung around to look at the prat in the loveseat.

"I can't reach it," Harry said calmly.

Voldemort glanced up briefly. "Are you a wizard or not? Summon it."

That did it. The dismissal of the daily inconveniences Harry was suffering because he was not a freakishly tall abomination against nature was the last straw.

"I can't reach that," Harry repeated. "Just like I can't reach anything in this bloody house! You have built an entire house—you live in a house—that is too tall for me."

Voldemort shut his book with a quiet snap. He did not seem angry, but Harry had witnessed both the hot anger and the cold anger that were part of Voldemort's repertoire of less restrained emotions.

"You may leave if you wish," Voldemort said coldly.

Harry swallowed, oddly lightheaded now for some reason. He blinked a few times to try and clear the sensation. "I—"

"If the layout of the house is truly inconvenient to you, then far be it for me to insist upon your prolonged stay."

Harry paused. Was that... was that a hint of hurt he was hearing? Was Voldemort upset that Harry didn't like the house?

"It's not—" Harry began, then cut himself off, frustrated at his inability to articulate what he wanted. "I don't want to leave. Yet, I mean. I don't want to overstay or anything because my flat is still a mess and—"

"You don't want to leave?"

Harry stared. "We've been. Um. We've been something, right? We're..." Harry trailed off, unsure.

They looked at each other. Voldemort pursed his lips and stood from his chair, stepping over to where Harry was standing, arms folded, in front of the wardrobe.

"You flat is atrocious," Voldemort said, like he was making a concession. "Your living space is a death trap waiting to spring upon you at any given moment.”

"My what? Is what?" Harry blurted, now offended. "There is nothing wrong with my flat!" Aside from the doxies, anyways. Harry liked to think he kept a tidy living space, and he was certainly capable of looking after himself without being coddled.

"If your stay is permanent," Voldemort continued smoothly, like Harry had not just interrupted, utterly outraged, at high volume, "then I may be convinced to... lower some of the furniture. Permanently."

“Oh.”

Harry thought that over, watching Voldemort’s face for any of the little tells he had picked up over the past week. Voldemort, however, gave nothing away; he looked as impassive as ever, brows raised in anticipation of Harry’s answer.

“I want the stairs lowered,” Harry said eventually. Petulantly.

Then Harry unfolded his arms, and he was gratified when Voldemort paced a few steps closer, not close enough that Harry had to crane his neck to look up at him, but close enough that Harry could see the glint of interest in those burning crimson eyes.

Voldemort placed a caressing finger to the line of Harry’s jaw, a pleased smirk tilting the right side of his mouth upwards. “Consider it done, Harry. Welcome home.”

[gwydionmisha]

Personal: Aaaaaaaaaah!

It snowed for a long time Tuesday.  There is no safe path from my door to my car and I can't risk another bad fall on ice, since the last time was the beginning of the end for my mobility.  I literally never recovered properly.  Yes, i know I used to run in snow like this as a sport, but I'm annoyingly breakable now.

Ideally, I'd go and by stop gap goosh at the good pet supply store a few blocks away, but barring a lot of melting?  That isn't happening.  I keep emergency human grade meat for emergencies like this, but it's not the right kind.  Still, one ingredient wet food s better than no wet food and the hope is that the prescription kibbles will be enough to patch the gap.  Money cleared by evening Tuesday, so I have an order in for flats of the right goosh and the new kibble.  I'll need to watch her like a hawk for recurrence when I switch the kibble, and there's no guarantee all three will like it once it's every day instead of an exciting new sample, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

*fingers crossed*

* We had on and off Internet access all night.  It messed with work flow and is why I didn't get much posted on tumblr.  I'm giving up and going to bed.

* Wednesday Update: Squirrel tried to go out in the morning to get meds.  He barely made it to the nearby grocery store and back without killing himself.  he decided trying to get to his pharmacy would be suidice so he came home. He went too early to get emergency girl cat food; she is turning her nose up at the people food offering.  On arriving home, he declared: you are not going out today."  He was right.  There is no visible sign of melting nor a path to the driveway.  I gave him most of my OTC cough stuff, since I mostly use the prescription stuff these days. he is off to work.  Luckily there is not a lot he can crash into on the way there.  I'm still worried about his safety and that of his car.

*fingers crossed girl cat won't relapse*

I got an email today with homework from the renovators.  It is possible we start next week, which means I need to move bedroom furniture and clear the mantel, brek down that tank, and clear the environs before then.  

I also need to figure out what the fuck we are replacing a bunch of things with.  I have no clear idea how the picking thing part works.  I suspect I'm about to browse the home depot website with the specs, but no way is that happening tonight.  I did send him back an email okaying stuff and answering all the easy questions (Yes, those look like HOA approved handles.  Yes, please get those fans.  Yes, do the water heater exchange and electric fire removal while I work on the other stuff.

This is a huge opportunity for us.  It is amazing that this program exists and I'm am looking forward to having everything not broken anymore.  At the same time this is a massive spoon investment for me and I'm still very much not well even by my standards, even though I am noticeably improved since last weekend.  I am worried my friend won't be able to come help and Squirrel and I will have to do the furniture moving alone.  The bedroom stuff is heavy and very much designed not to be moved again ever.  I've worked out a way we can tetris an extra foot of clearance or two, but it's dicey and I've emailed asking exactly how much space I need to.  I may need to sacrifice drawer access for the duration, and if so I need to make new homes for  bunch of my clothes.

So we ain'tn't dead, but I really, really need to start breaking down that tank and do all this research in the face of still sick sluggishness.

[saleintothe90s]

390. Fire at 30 Rock and how Conan handled it (October 10 & 11th, 1996)

I kind of wanted to commemorate Conan’s 10th anniversary of being the short-lived host of The Tonight Show here somehow, and this is the butt-backwards day I’m doing it. 

In October of 1996, fire broke out at Rockefeller Center, where most of the news and talk programs at NBC have their studios. I vaguely remember this being reported on television that morning and tuning into the Today show to see how they were handling it, because you know, you can’t run a repeat of the Today show. I seem to remember Bryant Gumbel and Katie Couric outside? I can’t find clips of it anywhere online, because back then people didn’t record out of the ordinary things like this. Nobody really records the Today show unless someone they like is on there that day.

''This is my office today,'' said Jeffrey A. Zucker, executive producer of ''Today,'' leaning on a Fire Department car on 49th Street, where Ms. Couric and Matt Lauer, filling in for Bryant Gumbel, were broadcasting.

The program's set is normally a windowed studio on 49th Street. But Mr. Zucker could not use graphics, commercials and other tapes stored at 30 Rockefeller Plaza, and the program moved into the street in an act of solidarity with displaced colleagues. The horde of tourists who usually line the ''Today'' windows were behind barriers a block away, where they waved and held up signs.

The studioless ''Rosie O'Donnell'' and ''Maureen O'Boyle'' talk shows were canceled, disappointing hundreds of ticket-waving fans. Network programs for 215 NBC affiliates were broadcast from Burbank, Calif. ''The NBC Nightly News'' with Tom Brokaw was shifted to Washington.

Executives of ''Dateline NBC,'' a news magazine broadcast three days a week, held staff meetings in the street, as did executives of NBC Sports, who were planning a weekend of coverage that included Yankee-Oriole games, football games and other events. Beepers and cellular phones were highly visible. 1

(The Internet Archive also has these eps as well on this playlist, look for 10/10/1996 and 10/11/1996)

The October 10th episode (part 1, part 2, part 3,  part 4 )  start with this extreme close-up of Conan. 

“We could put together a new show, but ten e wouldn’t be able to maintain our unusually high standards of broadcasting excellence. So instead folks, please enjoy this rerun.”

[His producer whispers in Conan’s ear]

“...WHAT. WE DON’T GET PAID UNLESS WE DO A SHOW?! ALRIGHT, LET’S THROW TOGETHER ANY OL’ CRAP. WE’LL DO IT ON THE STREET. WHO CARES. COME ON PEOPLE, LET’S GO.” 

I died laughing when instead of Conan’s usual theme, we saw just news footage of the firetrucks at 30 Rock at 4am that morning, and other stock footage of fires. 

Apparently all of Conan’s suits were locked in the studio, because he went casual tonight. But yet his furniture and his Eisenhower Mug made it downstairs. 

I’m a little podunk who lives out in the middle of nowhere in Virginia. I only know this part of Rockefeller Center from when the NBC Nightly News with Lester zooms out at the end of the show during the winter and you see the skaters skating near the gold statue? Yeah, I’m one of those people who don’t know squat about NYC. 

Conan’s audience looks like it was people just strolling by on their way home from work. They’re pretty dressed up to see Late Night. Conan compares them to a crowd of bystanders at an accident. Whenever he showed a clip, the audience couldn’t see it because there’s no TVs, so the audience watched Conan & Andy show a clip of O.J. Simpson from The Towering Inferno but they had no clue what they were clapping about.  At one point in part 3, two people randomly walk behind Conan and Andy headed to dinner. 

Conan even managed to find a place for Max Weinberg and his band too. I think they’re sitting on folding chairs. They play fire themed songs!  I miss Max. Has he ever been on Conan’s TBS show? *YouTube search intensifies* Yes! Yes he has! 

Oh man, I forgot about Oldy Oldeson! I also forgot about the illustrated jokes the show used to do back then: 

Conan and Andy walk mere steps over to Brookstone(s) to find a gift for tonight’s guest, Samuel L. Jackson. Remember Brookstone? Such a throwing-around-money-in-the-late-90s store. I had to Google it to see if they were still around. No more stores in malls, but they still have airport stores. Huh.

btw, Samuel loved the chair.  He said that Andy was wearing “Crippled People Shoes”. This also happened:

Tomari the ostrich delivered Conan an egg with the guests for tomorrow night’s show inside. Boy, I thought they had retired her by that point. 

Chris Kattan came by and talked about his character I love so much, Kippy Strug, Kerri Strug’s brother. They couldn’t show that clip, but I’m sure if it was a normal show they would have. Chris did an impression of his dad watching Splash.

There was an giant owl there too that didn’t want any meat. Maybe he was scared by Tomari. 

The following day, the show (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4) started with the same extreme closeup of Conan. Joel announces the show as, “From next door from the burned out hulk of Rockefeller Center, it’s Late Night With Conan O’Brien!” 

omg, Getty Images have these great press photos of Conan and baby Andy in their little sweater vests on the Today set: 

That’s Conan’s longtime producer, Jeff __ .  

Andy looks like a toddler.

 I kept hearing a baby in the background and was thinking it was some sort of joke, that all they could get for an audience was a baby due to the slap-dash nature, and I was kinda right: 

Conan brought in a family to watch the show from inside the studio. 

Oldy is back tonight with the news.

Eric Idle comes by on his way to the airport. “They said I would be out of here by now, Conan.” He also sings a song about shopping, with is 100% accurate. 

More news with Oldy.

Dang, Oldy sitting in Matt Lauer’s old chair, foretelling the future. You go, Oldy. 

They snoop on Bryant Gumbel’s locker. Is that a joke on how bland he was? 

Also voodoo dolls because never forget he’s a jerk who hates everybody.

Aw, Conan fed Oldy some bread.

I just realized. My icon this month (if you’re on Tumblr dash and its still June 2019 look to your left)  is Lorne Michals rescuing Jon Lovitz from a fictional fire at 30 Rock during the 1986 season finale of SNL. I didn’t plan it that way I swear. 

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1. McFadden, Robert, “Fire at 30 Rockefeller Plaza Sends NBC Programs to 49th St. Sidewalk, New York Times, October 11, 1996.  https://www.nytimes.com/1996/10/11/nyregion/fire-at-30-rockefeller-plaza-sends-nbc-programs-to-49th-st-sidewalk.html?login=google

[intimatevoid]

Notes for first-time DMs, from a second-time DM whose mistakes are fresh in her mind

So you wanna DM, but you’ve never done this before and have absolutely zero experience with D&D whatsoever? Here are some things you should know.

The most important thing you need to worry about is energy management. You are DMing your first game and you going to be spending a great deal of energy to do so. Unless you manage that energy, you will burn out. Most of the following tips revolve around this. Don’t worry, the world will get smaller and more familiar for you, and then you’ll be able to play around, but for now you’ve gotta learn how to manage the stage and backstage at the same time.

For the love of all the gods, please do not homebrew your first campaign. I know how tempting it is. I know how you’ve seen all the tumblr posts and are starry-eyed with the wonderful world you wanna present. Please, for your own sake: resist. Go with a pre-made module, official or fanmade but definitely not made by you. Making up your own module is exhausting and right now you need to be spending that energy on memorising systems that have been tried and tested by people who are better at this than you, not trying to change those systems “for flavour”. Once those systems are as natural to you as breathing, then you can try changing them. There are plenty of beginner campaigns and oneshots out there, many of which are free. Use ‘em.

Relating from the first tip: Your players are not gonna care if, like I did, you have an epic story you wanna tell them. Forreal. This sucks but you know what they’re here for? Their OWN story. If you want to tell a story, write a novel. I know this sounds harsh but D&D is designed to be made up as you go along, not planned out in advance, and if you do this then players will sense it and either resist or get bored. Take it from my disappointed self and my hours upon hours of wasted writing. It’s okay, you will definitely have enough stories from regular gameplay.

You don’t need a dozen sets of dice. Two sets is more than enough for any DM. If you’re like me and are easily distracted, it helps for them to be different colours, so that you can keep track of whether you’ve lost any.

What you DO need is a notepad,a mechanical pencil, and an eraser, to jot down anything and everything. Enemies’ HP, NPC names, little mistakes they’ve made which will affect them later, etc. Don’t bother trying to record the actual story that happens; instead, strongarm a player into being your scribe. You already have enough stuff to do.

For real, you do need a record of your games, at least a vague one that tells you where you left off. Cause you’ll forget, and so will everyone else who has any kind of life outside of that one game.

If you can help it, please don’t roll a DMPC to join the player party. I know how tempting it is! They get to play, why shouldn’t you? The answer is because it’s REALLY hard to multitask that many things. Your mind should already be busy learning behind-the-scenes knowledge. Unless that knowledge is second nature to you, you are going to be under a great deal of stress trying to remember everything and roleplay a character of your own. Instead, focus that energy on making NPCs interesting and engaging.

On the subject of RPing, you don’t have to do fancy voices or accents for everyone. I found it helped for me to imagine a facial expression for each NPC -- haughty, excited, bored, or the like -- and speak them with a voice that matched it. It helps you keep them unique without straining your mind by having to remember every single voice.

If you’re gonna play online, http://roll20.net is your friend. You can run your entire game through that, for free, including voice chat that is supposedly more reliable than discord. My own D&D mentor uses it to run their remote games.

If you’re playing in person, you are gonna feel yourself physically ageing every time your players open their handbook to look up deets for spells they’ve cast a thousand times and ought to have memorised for now. There are a number of ways to help with this:

Encourage them to make little cards with spell deets, and put away all but the spells they have prepared that day. Or, have them write down the spells’ page numbers so they can instantly reference them without having to fumble through the index. Or both.

Be prepared to pull up your brower and type in “5e <spell name>” because they’ve lost their cards and written down the wrong numbers and it’s all taking too long anyway.

In a nutshell: players are NOT gonna memorise their own stuff. You gotta manage this one for the sake of game flow, otherwise a single round of combat can and will take twenty minutes, as everyone else gets distracted every time someone takes more than ten seconds to present the deets of their spell or skill

Keep a card (or a piece of paper torn from aforementioned notepad) with everybody’s name, armour class, speed, and passive perception on it. Again, it’s much faster and less mind-numbing than having to ask the player every single time.

If you wanna draw hard copy maps, that’s gonna be a lot of work. Consider whether it’s worth your effort, depending on how visual your players are. If you absolutely must do maps, perhaps consider limiting them to dungeons and/or special areas, and keep the following in mind:

Official D&D maps are typically drawn on 1-inch grids, at least to an extent, to allow for easy calculation of movement. You can save a lot of time by investing in a lined vinyl mat, so that you don’t have to be drawing grids all the time. Use bulldog clips to fix baking paper over it, so you can see the grid through it, and draw your maps on that.

Or if you’re on a budget, buy an A2 sheet of 5mm grid paper from any stationary store, get it laminated, and use a permanent marker to line in every 25mm. That’s close enough to an inch to match standard D&D minis, and you can use the inbetween lines for stuff like drawing furniture and making consistent wall thicknesses.

Or, y’know, just 1/4 inch lined paper, if you’re in a country that uses imperial.

There are COUNTLESS other things that are useful to know, and plenty of other guides which will help you with that. These are just some real basic things that I’ve never seen put in a guide before, so hopefully it’ll help someone out there.

[rajsinghj]

10 Brilliant Tips for Organizing Your Bedroom

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10 Brilliant Tips for Organizing Your Bedroom

Your bedroom is a happy space – where you relax and unwind after a tiring day. It is a space where you make memories, so you must keep it well organized with the right furniture and decor. With the right decor – your bedroom can look classy and well organized.

To maintain a stylish space – you need to maximize space and keep it clean. A cluttered bedroom space can lead to negative vibes, and the bedroom should always be about positive vibes.

Your bedroom organization strategy depends on your storage needs. To start with – it’s essential to focus on decluttering and basic organization.

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We’ve got you covered on the best tips for organizing your bedroom, so continue reading.

Add storage everywhere

You can add storage at corners or around the bed, or on the side of the wardrobe.

The idea is to use storage in a way your room looks clean.

Consider prepping your room with storage.

Additionally, you can also use your window space for storage.

When everything has a place, you won’t have to deal with clutter in your room. But make sure the storage you use complements the vibe of your bedroom.

Invest in a multi-drawer chest or a wheeled cart

Investing in a multi-drawer chest is a good idea for storage.

You can keep all your essentials in the drawer in the same place. For example, a 6 to 12-drawer chest helps you organize everything at once.

Replace your standard nightstand with a wheeled cart. You can keep all your essentials like a book you love or your eye frame.

Don’t forget to match the color with your room decor.

Create a cohesive closet

When it comes to bedroom organization, your closet is most important.

It’s the place where you store all your stuff and clothes.

You can store your clothes and accessories by creating a cohesive closet.

Match the hangers and small hanging pins with the door.

Moreover, you can use the same organizer for storing all your personal needs. Plus, this trick is great for keeping your clothes organized, so that they aren’t smashed together.

Install a built-in desk

If you have space, it’s best to invest in a built-in desk.

It runs the length of the room under the window.

Besides using it as space to work, you can use it as a storage option.

It is a perfect space for storing everything – from furnishings to books. Also, you can place storage bins or small baskets under the desk for additional storage needs.

Minimize the clutter

You can’t make your bedroom look organized and clean with clutter. Minimizing the clutter is essential to give the space a vibrant look.

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Keep the visual clutter at bay by clearing off the surface of your bedroom.

Besides, your nightstand could be cluttered with chargers, glass wear, or hair ties. Make sure you keep the nightstand clean.

You can keep some books or pretty artifacts to enhance the look of the stand.

Allocate the right space

When you don’t allocate the right space for things, it can make your bedroom cluttered.

You need to make sure there is a space for everything in your room. And it might sound clichéd to you, but space is the main factor to make your room organized.

For example, in a children’s bedroom, you can dedicate a space for toys, books, clothes, or other stuff. A dedicated space does make a difference.

Utilize the under bed storage

It is essential to utilize under-bed storage efficiently.

The blank space under your beds could serve as a perfect storage option. From pillows to covers and extra artifacts – you can store it all under the bed.

Make sure you store it in a way – that it won’t be visible outside.

Use small baskets as storage as it will make your space look better. You can also choose the same colored basket as your room theme.

Invest in pegboards

Investing in a pegboard is the best thing you can do for bedroom organization. Pegboards are a clever way to store all your jewelry and other stuff.

Add a small wall-mounted pegboard to the corner of your bedroom.

But the color of the board should be similar to the theme, or you can use a contrasting color.

Plus, it adds a design element to your room – which makes your room look vibrant.

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Try pull-out storage

There are many hangers and pull-out extra drawers, you can keep in your closet.

The hangers let you store two things at a single time.

Extra drawers are handy for storing things you don’t need daily.

Additionally, the option looks better than bigger drawers.

Be strategic with your options

Before planning all your storage needs, you need to map out strategic options.

Buying unnecessary drawers and baskets will not serve the purpose.

You need to consider the need and then the plan. Elevate the sections according to space.

The right ways to organize,

Organizing your bedroom depends on the way you plan your space. You can take help from a space planner to make your bedroom look clean and organized. Also, it is up to you – to keep your space clean and clutter-free.

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[buymartian]

#ClickLinkInBio or type in EBAY site address on pic #LimitedStock © comp735 ™ LLC. All Rights Reserved. Shareable On Social Media. Unauthorized use not permitted. The Shark Cordless Pet Pro combines powerful suction and a self-cleaning brushroll with PowerFins to clean floors and carpets with no hair wrap. Plus MultiFLEX technology provides easy under-furniture reach and convenient freestanding storage. • Powerful suction for whole-home cleaning: pet hair, dirt, debris, and tough messes. • Self-cleaning brushroll for powerful pet hair pickup with no hair wrap. • PowerFins provide continuous cleaning contact to dig deep into carpets + directly engage floors. • Up to 40 minutes of runtime in Standard mode, measured at the hand vacuum • MultiFLEX technology helps you clean hard-to-reach places and provides a freestanding storage option. • High-speed brushless motor for powerful suction on carpets and floors. • XL dust cup capacity with Cleantouch Dirt Ejector. • Easily transforms to a hand vacuum for ultra-lightweight cleaning in hard-to-reach areas, above the floor, and in the car #cleanupyourmess #cleanupday #houseworkdone #housework #cleanupchallenge #houseworkinprogress #SharkProducts #cleanuptime #houseworkisneverdone #cleanupcleanupeverybodyeverywhere  #vacuumcleaning #houseworkdone✔️ #cleanupafteryourself #housecleaningtips #vacuumcleaners #houseworktime #houseworking  #vacuuming #houseworkisdone #houseworkday #houseworkmadeeasy #housecleaning #cleanupgood #vacuumcleaner  #housecleaningtime #vacuums #CordlessVacuum (at Ebay Store) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ0iU5jjjKV/?utm_medium=tumblr

[northwestmovers]

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[decentfurniture]

CHESTERFIELD SOFA 40 DENSITY FOAM WITH ARTIFICIAL COLORS,, The vintage design, together with the Leatherette upholstery and wooden legs, gives the sofa a warm and attractive appearance. Moreover, at Vintage you are also at the right place for good seating comfort. The luxury foam filling, which moves with the body shape for good support, has a high standard of comfort and is supported by sturdy nosag springs. This combination also increases the life of the sofa without compromising on quality. Artistic Wood is emerging brand. We provide a wide range of Looking splendid with an exclusive variety, our Antique sofa are available in top quality fabric and wood.This vintage bench is an ideal addition to your living room. With the velvet fabric and solid wood legs, it looks elegant and fits perfectly with your home furniture. It can be placed at the end of your bed, entrance or closet when you sit on it to take off your shoes and store them. You will love putting your feet on the comfortable sofa and relaxing after a long day at work. Bring a welcoming feeling to your entrance area or dining room with the bench. For any queries call on this no 9619855061 #DECENTFURNITURE #sofa #furniture #furnituremaker #livingroomsofa #homefurniture #DECENTFURNITURE #Lsofa #sofa #ddecor #india #diningtable #dine #dinein #cricket https://www.instagram.com/p/CYLbsN3vcdw/?utm_medium=tumblr