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suzdin · 11 months ago

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Belly of the Beast: Part I

Dark!Dave York x F!reader

Warnings: it’s Dave, so…buckle up! No use of y/n. Homicide with a gun, reader is shot and grievously wounded and dying, graphic descriptions of murder and gore, use of medical equipment/terminology, amateur triage and medical care, Dave is a voyeuristic creep, Stockholm syndrome?, physical restraints, partial nudity, divergence from EQ2 plot and major character deaths mentioned. No mention of wife or kids. No smut this time! (Shocking, I know.) Dark themes obviously, I mean, Dave DOES kill for money, after all.

Summary: You’ve been Dave’s housekeeper for two years. When you arrive for your morning shift, the last thing you expect to see is Dave standing over a body.

This was going to be a one shot but I decided it worked better as a two parter. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4,700

Taglist: tagging the people I know for sure want to be tagged. If you want to be tagged for part II, lmk!

@ohheypedrito @kateispunk @survivingandenduring @kellybelly1978 @awilderi @oberynslady @natdeandar @daddy-dins-girl @heavennumber2 @guelyury

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The sky is still dark, a faint slice of jagged light cast across a slate colored horizon, when you arrive for the day at Dave York’s home.

You notice his car parked in the driveway as you pull in, checking your messages to make sure you hadn’t missed anything from him, finding nothing. You frown.

Normally, he would tell you when he would be home if he knew you were also going to be there that day. He simply must have forgotten to mention it this time. It wasn’t a big deal; you could just work around him like you always did.

He was gone for work more often than not. What that entails, you aren’t entirely sure of; all you knew was that he worked in D.C. Something bureaucratic, most likely.

What was even more curious than his unannounced presence, however, was a second vehicle parked behind his.

You pull up next to aforementioned vehicle and get out, gathering your bucket of cleaning supplies from the backseat. Dave provided most of what was used, but there were a few items you preferred for various reasons, with his approval, of course. You had been his housekeeper for the last two years, servicing his home bi-weekly, and he paid you well, plus tips. You had few complaints.

Although the home was large and stately, he lived alone as far as you knew. You couldn’t recall seeing anyone there before now.

As you walk along the edge of the driveway to the side door, you note the pale illumination filtering out through the kitchen window onto the concrete, which makes sense considering the time of day. He’s most likely just sitting down to have his coffee and breakfast. You hope you don’t startle him too much.

The sun is ascending rapidly, already burning brighter in the short walk from your car to the door, providing you with enough light to get your key out.

You unlock the side door, which steps directly into a small utility and mud room. The interior door to the kitchen is drawn shut, which wasn’t unusual, but an unfamiliar noise registers as you enter, immediately followed by what sounds like chair legs scraping along the tiled floor, and Dave’s voice saying what sounds like a name. Mac? Is that what you heard?

Your mind fumbles over the original sound, knowing it’s familiar, but that you can’t quite place it, trying to trace its source. You can best describe it as a muted pop, loud enough to notice but not so loud as to sound any alarm bells. Or so you think.

You smell the strong waft of coffee and eggs cooking as you enter. And something else.

The scene that is laid out before you as you push open the kitchen door is the last thing you would ever expect or want to find, and the realization of what the unidentified sound was hits you like a freight train.

What you discover is Dave standing above a body, pistol clutched tightly in his right hand, knuckles turning alabaster, with what you’re certain is a silencer screwed to the end of the barrel.

The body sprawled across the floor belongs to a man you don’t recognize, a pool of fresh blood spreading rapidly from a single gunshot wound to the front of the skull, bone and brain matter studding the kitchen island and wall, the stink of crimson iron filling the air.

Dave’s head snaps up when he hears you enter, his face gone pale, but otherwise completely blank and devoid of emotion.

Your eyes lock.

You think you say his name. You aren’t sure, and the only reason you know you’ve said anything at all is because you feel the muscles in your esophagus stretching and vibrating, your heart thundering inside your rib cage.

You’re smart enough to deduce that this isn’t some home invasion gone awry. The unknown car in the driveway and the trained, emotionless nature at which Dave currently presents himself is testament to that.

The only option left is that Dave killed a man. And now he has his sights trained on none other than you.

You drop the bucket of supplies, the hollow sound of plastic hitting ceramic reverberating in your skull as you turn, your brain screaming at you to run, run.

In hindsight, running was a bad idea. But panic doesn’t always create rationale.

You feel your legs pumping, your lungs sucking in air. You want to scream for help but when you attempt it, the only sound that comes out is a small, strangled croak of terror. You feel like a damsel in distress in every horror movie you’ve ever seen, almost as if you aren’t actually moving at all, like you’re just running in place while the villain slowly catches up to you.

If you could just reach the neighbor’s house. If you could just… reach…

You manage to make it to the driveway, but you’re barely a few steps onto the concrete when that same muted pop registers again, and you instantly feel a sharp, burning, agonizing sting that rips right through you like a hot knife through butter, knocking you ass over teakettle just paces from Dave’s car, your face slamming hard against the ground.

You look down to see the spreading circle of blood on your shirt against your lower abdomen, a geyser of red bubbling up from the wound. And Dave is on you in an instant, hovering above you, gun trained right at your head.

You know you’re a goner. Abdominal gunshots are frequently fatal, at least according to the kind of shows you like to watch. And at the rate you’re seeing your blood spill out, you know it’s anything but good.

Before you fully comprehend what is happening, your vision already waning, you’re pleading for Dave to end your life as quickly as possible, ‘please, please Mr. York, I’ve been good to you. Please do it fast’, you choke out.

But Dave doesn’t kill you. His dark eyes bore into you, through you, and he hesitates. He’s watching you die and beg for him to put you down and yet he can’t bring himself to actually do it, regardless of how many names he’s scratched out of his ledger without remorse. Maybe because you’re just an innocent, wrong place wrong time, but he can’t seem to do it.

“Please, don’t let me suffer,” you sob as you lift a single, quaking hand that is slicked deep burgundy, and still he doesn’t put you down, only lowering the gun to his side, and you can’t help but wonder what you did to deserve to suffer slowly like this.

Finally, some sense of self preservation washes over you, and even as you’re dying, in your final throes of desperation, you start ripping and clawing at your shirt, managing to somehow tear a sizable chunk out of it, in order to make some kind of makeshift tourniquet that could potentially save your life.

Your hands shake and slip, blood pressure dropping rapidly, and your vision wanes more, the edges of the lightening sky fading and blotting away. You suddenly feel very cold and you can feel your heartbeat gradually ebbing to a slow, dull throb.

The last thing you see before your vision goes completely dark is Dave crouching over you, his face screwed up in regret.

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God damn it.

When Dave had found out only days before that McCall was still alive, and that his old compatriot had sniffed out the details shrouding Susan’s death, Dave had lost all sight of anything else, completely forgetting you were scheduled to clean his house that day.

Had he realized, he would have canceled. It would have made things far less complicated.

But God fucking damn it. He didn’t want to kill you, his militaristic training and instincts piloting his actions when you fled instead of surrendering, intending to put a round in your skull but changing his mind at the last possible fraction of a second so that he totally FUBAR’d the shot and hit your abdomen instead. A gut shot wasn’t much better. In fact, it was worse. Way worse.

You’re still breathing when he finishes applying the crude tourniquet that you had started, which didn’t completely stop the bleeding but slowed it enough to make a difference. That way, he could get you down into the basement where he could apply proper triage.

His medical training was rudimentary and archaic at best, but it was better than nothing. And it was his best chance at keeping you alive.

Your blood soaks through the light blue dress shirt Dave is wearing as he carries you through the house draped in his arms, the one you once told him looked nice on him. He takes you into the basement and places you on his work table — which isn’t sterile — noting no exit wound as he sets you down, which can be good or bad, all things depending.

Thankfully, he locates the bullet readily enough, fishing it out with a narrow pair of forceps, discarding it into a medical pan as he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the bullet didn’t strike anything crucial, an incredibly lucky feat.

He grabs a skin stapler to close up the wound; a messy and rushed method of closure that would leave behind a pretty significant scar, but he didn’t have the luxury of time to close the wound properly with a needle, especially considering the rate at which his hands were already shaking.

He takes in a deep breath when he finishes stapling you back together and leans over you, examining your face and body visually, his mind racing as to what he should do now. You still had a pulse. You were breathing. But you had lost a lot of blood, and your prognosis wasn’t good.

Frowning, the crease deepening between his brows, he cleans and sterilizes the wound, wrapping you up in proper dressing, which he hopes is enough to stave off any infection. He can’t risk taking you to a hospital. Especially when there’s still a dead man to deal with only a floor above.

The good news is that he knew no one would come looking for McCall, the majority believing him to already be dead, so disposal would thankfully be swift and painless. You, on the other hand, he was unsure of. He knew your parents had passed and you didn’t have siblings, but he didn’t know if there was a boyfriend or girlfriend in your life, or friends who would notice your absence.

His mind reels with every possibility. Dave isn’t a man who enjoys loose ends. Loose ends make his ass itch.

Your shirt is shredded and bloody, so he removes the remainder of it, leaving you in a soft black cotton bra. He doesn’t let his eyes wander, although, at the back of his mind, he realizes he has always found you attractive. Just as quickly as it dawns on him, he shakes the thought from his mind; it is neither the time nor place for such endeavors.

He removes your shoes but not your socks, knowing you would be cold from having lost so much blood. He might actually put one of his pairs over your own, for good measure.

After a long beat of silent contemplation, Dave scoops you up into his arms once more.

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You wake up from a fitful sleep some hours later, in a bed you’ve never slept in before. The room around you is dark, shades drawn, a faint light flooding in from beneath a closed door.

When you attempt to sit up, pain lances through your torso and you cry out, your back hitting the mattress. You immediately realize, much to your horror, that you’re also handcuffed to a bedpost. Even if you could move without effort, you aren’t exactly going anywhere.

Your memory suddenly comes flooding back in a tidal wave of images, recalling all of the events that lead up to this point; the body on the kitchen floor, the gunshot, Dave staring down at you with a pistol in his hand.

But you aren’t in a hospital and this isn’t a hospital bed. You’re in Dave’s bedroom. In Dave’s bed.

The door clicks open and a familiar silhouette steps into the room, regarding you in steely silence. You recognize the broad shoulders right away, the thick arms, the short cropped hair.

Your pulse quickens, your body and mind telling you to flee again, even though you know you can’t, causing you to flinch with a choked whimper when he takes a step toward you.

“I wouldn’t move, sweetheart. You lost a lot of blood,” Dave explains, his voice low and soft to your ears as he approaches the bed.

Your body is trembling hard. So hard that it makes the entire bed vibrate.

He’s no longer wearing the blue shirt or black slacks from before, now dressed in a slate gray t-shirt and Adidas sweats. His dark eyes study you as he sits next to you on the edge of the bed. If you weren’t so weak, you think you would strike him.

He lifts the back of his hand to your cheek and you flinch again.

“Shh,” he tuts, “I’m not going to harm you.”

His hand presses to the soft round of your cheek, your forehead, checking for fever.

“Y-you— you s-shot me—?“ you croak.

“I reacted poorly,” Dave agrees with a small nod, his lips parted softly, “but you also shouldn’t have run.”

“You k-killed… that man…”

“I did, indeed.” His eyes grow a shade darker, his brow knitting together, lending him a sinister appearance. “But that man was threatening me. That man was going to kill me…” Dave explains, an edge of malice and contempt to his voice. “I was left with few options.”

You stare back, unblinkingly, trying to decide what to say next, if anything.

“My family will come looking for me,” is what you settle on, a wash of bravery suddenly welling up within you.

To that, Dave smirks, eyes remaining dark, hand lowering to the bed by your hip.

“What family?” Dave asks, smirk slanting even more, his tone semi-mocking. “Do you really think I would hire someone to come into my home without doing a full investigation on them?”

Your jaw drops open, hanging slack in the air, as it dawns on you that a trained killer has been right under your nose this entire time. You would scream if you had the lung capacity to do so.

You should have seen the patterns. Noticed the signs. The constant travel, the lack of personal touches to his home, the pinpricks of blood you occasionally found on his clothes that you excused for other things. That one room in the basement he forbade you from entering.

But you hadn’t, causing you to nearly pay with your life.

Truth is, Dave had picked you for good reason, and it wasn’t just because of the exemplary reviews. You were naive and trusting, you had no family, no criminal record, you didn’t work for an agency; you worked solo. Your work ethic and reliability were just cherries on top.

You look down to notice the IV needle in your hand, and you lift it in examination, your hand shaking and sputtering weakly. No… no, you really had no clue who this guy was at all.

Dave watches you for a beat before he gently grasps your hand and places it back down on the bed, regarding you with uncharacteristic softness and empathy.

You feel your consciousness starting to drift then as Dave pulls the covers back to check the dressings, finding they’re still intact and that the wound hasn’t reopened from what he can tell. He’ll clean and redress everything in the morning. For now, you need rest.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells you, stepping out of the room for what feels like only a meager blip of time to you, but when you open your eyes again, he’s hovering above you once more with a thermometer and an ice pack.

“Open up,” he instructs, and you do so obediently.

“Good girl,” Dave praises as he checks your temperature, and you close your eyes.

When the thermometer beeps, which feels like an eternity later, he frowns, exhaling a long sigh. “101.5. Here,” he says, leaning to the side where he opens a drawer on the night stand, a bottle of aspirin rattling somewhere next to your head. The sound is grating, making your head throb, and suddenly the lamp seems too bright.

He feeds you some pills and gives you a drink of water from a nearby tumbler, which you guess was also on the nightstand, but aren’t too sure.

He pulls the blanket back up all the way to your chin and places the ice pack on your forehead, staring down at you. Although Dave was the reason you were even here at all, he is treating you with a surprising amount of tenderness.

“You need to eat,” he says after a moment. “Dinner is almost ready.”

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You must pass out again, because when your eyes reopen, Dave stands next to you with a small tray table filled with food.

“Chicken and dumplings,” he explains. “It will keep the cold away.”

You nod your head weakly as he places the tray over you. When you reach for the spoon, he stops you, blocking your hand with his own.

“Let me,” he says, picking up the spoon. “I don’t want you moving anymore than necessary.”

You have to keep reminding yourself that he’s the one who shot you. He’s why you’re in this mess in the first place. Why you’re here, injured, with a hole in your abdomen, chained to his bed.

The way he’s acting shouldn’t be trusted.

You try to resist, but he grabs your jaw with the other hand and forces it to pop open, pressing the spoon past your lips as he ladles the soup into your mouth, much to your displeasure.

“Eat,” he says softly, but sternly, his features darkening in regard.

The food is warm, as promised, and delicious. You aren’t sure of the last time you ate, not knowing what time or even what day it is, but you soon realize you’re starving. Because of this, the second spoonful is not met with as much resistance as the first, your mouth hinging open in resignation and acquiescence.

Dave’s eyes zero in on your soft lips. The way they twitch ever so slightly as they divide. The way your tongue looks so velvet and inviting…

He feeds you slowly, thoughtfully, watching your every move, his own lips parted in concentration as you take in the much needed sustenance.

By the end of it, you’ve managed to polish off about half the bowl. Seemingly satisfied with that, he makes you drink some Gatorade.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask weakly as soon as you swallow down a couple gulps of the blue liquid, your consciousness ebbing and flowing by the second. Dave looks at your face, but he doesn’t give you an answer. He doesn’t have one to give.

Part of him wishes he did.

“I have to pee,” you tell him suddenly when you notice the familiar stab of discomfort in your lower region. A realization that sends a jolt of anxiety rushing through you, your pulse racing when you watch his face fall. He hadn’t even thought of that…

His skills and equipment were limited to wound care, so of course he hadn’t put a catheter in. He wouldn’t know how even if he did happen to have one.

He deliberates on what to do. He didn’t have a bed pan. But, he was sure he could find something comparable to use.

Or he could help you to the bathroom. He has an en suite, it was literally only steps around the bed. But the space was tight. It would take some maneuvering. And he would have to be close to you the entire time. Not to mention uncuffing you from the bed.

In the end, that’s what he settles on.

“Let me help you to the bathroom, sweetheart,” he says to you, pulling the blankets back, and you are cold. So cold. Your flesh pebbling with the lick of cool air against your skin.

He unlocks the handcuffs and you massage your sore wrist and shoulder the moment you have full motion of your arm again.

“Slowly,” he instructs, his voice low and even. “Grab the IV stand.”

You do as you’re told, gripping the cool steel in your hand as you grasp his forearm with the other while he gingerly manipulates you into a sitting position. You cry out at the sudden dagger of pain that slices through your lower gut, and he does his best to steady you against him.

He did this to you, you keep reminding yourself. He did this to you.

He lifts you carefully, slowly, and you groan at the swell of pain when he places you on your feet.

“Easy, easy…” he murmurs, one arm circling your waist to keep you upright. You flinch at the contact.

You make it to the bathroom easily enough, light flooding the small room as Dave flips the switch. A bathroom you’ve cleaned countless times. There was rarely much to clean in here, save for the occasional whisker in the sink, or some light trash in the bin.

Dave was neat and fastidious, and not frequently home. You often wondered why he needed someone to clean his house in the first place.

The space looks no different than usual, but right now it feels… different. You shouldn’t be here.

He guides you to the toilet, and when you get there, you stare down at it, pondering to yourself how this is going to work.

He seems hesitant to leave your side.

“Go ahead,” he tells you softly, “I won’t look.”

You freeze. The last thing you want is to expose your body to him when he already has several advantages on you. But your bladder is screaming at you to go, especially now given your proximity to the porcelain bowl, and you can barely stand on your own, your arms and legs wobbling.

You watch as he turns his back, placing himself between you and the exit. You bend just slightly to tug your bottoms down, but it’s too much, more pain coursing through your body. You yelp, unable to even budge the fabric.

“Hey,” Dave says, turning back to face you, “Let me help you.”

“No, I—I got it,” you protest, your arms shaking, attempting it again, only to end up with the same result. “Fuck—“

“Hey,” Dave says a second time, more sternly than before, as he moves in to your space. “Let me help. I promise I won’t touch you.”

You tremble. You’re cold, you’re frightened, you’re weak. So weak. You’re in your bra, partially exposed to him already. Yet, you concede with a nod anyway. You’ll piss yourself if you don’t.

He mirrors your nod in silent confirmation and moves closer, crowding into your intimate space, his fingers finding the waistband of your leggings and underwear. He slides them down your hips and legs in unison, all the way to your knees. As promised, he doesn’t touch you more than he needs to.

But he has to look. He needs to see where his hands are in relation to your body in order to keep himself from accidentally breaking his promise of touching you in a way you didn’t consent to, and another part of him just can’t help it, either. He is a man, after all, and he wasn’t currently seeing anyone. Romance wasn’t exactly optimal for someone in his position, his attention honed in on his work above all else.

When the nights were long and lonely enough, he would, on occasion, share his bed with a sex worker, but aforementioned nights were few and far between. He enjoyed his job. He got off on it. Romance was often placed on the back burner.

But there’s just something about you. Especially now, with how vulnerable you are, that he finds irresistible.

His gaze only lingers on your bared skin for a moment, big brown puppy dog eyes roving over your soft curves, holding on to you as he lowers you down to the commode. And, god, you’re just as beautiful as he imagined, his skin heating at the sight of your soft folds.

“Call for me when you’re done,” he grates quietly as he takes a step out of the bathroom, blood rushing to certain parts of his body, shutting the door to give you a modicum of privacy, which you’re more than grateful for.

His eyes on you had not gone unnoticed. You weren’t stupid and you weren’t seeing anyone either, currently; his attention, regardless of how brief, had made your skin heat and your core pulse with need. You clear your throat and try to discard the thought.

Dave is why you are here. Dave is dangerous. So dangerous he can’t even take you to a hospital to get proper medical attention. Stop it.

It feels like you pee for ages. You aren’t totally convinced you’re awake for most of it. Eventually, you finish, even managing to wipe yourself, in spite of things, which you’re relieved for. You wouldn’t want him to do it for you; that would be humiliating and degrading.

You call for Dave when you’re done and he returns in an instant, hoisting you to your feet as he pulls your pants and underwear back up and over your hips, trying not to think about your soft cunt. You can see how hard he’s trying not to look at you.

“Good?” he asks. You nod.

Bracing yourself against him, he helps you back to the comfort of the bed. It smells like him, despite how little he’s actually in it. You hiss through your teeth as he manipulates you into position, adjusting the pillows and covers until you’re as comfortable as possible.

You’re cold. Freezing, in fact, despite it being the swell of summer.

“I’m c-cold,” you lament to Dave, crossing your arms over your chest beneath the blanket.

Dave’s lips pinch to the side in thought. “Hold on.”

He returns a moment later with an extra blanket, tossing it over you, tucking the edges neatly around your form, taking extra care to be gentle, noteably around your abdomen.

As you watch him, his face and eyes soft, his hair mussed and unkempt, you ask yourself once again why he’s doing all of this for you.

Guilt? Shame? Something else?

You don’t have much time to ruminate on it for too long before your consciousness peters away once more.

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Dave sighs as he watches you slip back into listlessness. You’re doing better than he anticipated, but you aren’t out of the woods yet. He knows how much blood you had lost; he’d spent hours cleaning it. Not to mention McCall, the remains of which he had delivered to an acquaintance who works at the industrial incinerator on the outskirts of town, after tending to you.

He loops your hand back through the cuff on the bedpost and peers down at you. You’re so beautiful; he hopes you make it. He wishes you hadn’t run from him. God, why did you run? He doesn’t want you to meet the same fate as McCall. He doesn’t want to know what your incinerated body smells like.

Every body has a different smell, in his experience.

He gives you another dose of morphine to reduce any pain you may be feeling and to keep you knocked out for a few more hours, checking for fever again, which is currently holding steady. It was good that it wasn’t going up. Any higher and you could potentially be in trouble. He’ll keep checking throughout the night to be on the safe side.

He sighs, knowing he’ll have to stay in town for weeks, which he detested doing. He hated staying in one place for longer than required. But he didn’t have much of a choice at this point.

He turns off the light and shuts the door behind him as he leaves you to rest.

Part II coming soon!

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storiesofsvu · 7 months ago

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Heather Dunbar SFW Alphabet

Heather Dunbar x reader warnings: language, minor flaws, alcohol mentioned, nsfw subject briefly mentioned lol I do NOT know how it happened that I've been writing for Heather for so long and somehow never did this alphabet, so... here we go! It was honestly nice to get back writing for her again!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

We all know Ms Ma’am’s first go to love language is gift giving, she’s busy with work, constantly, and she’s got the money to throw around so it’s very likely that you’ve got fresh flowers on your porch every week, dinner being delivered if she can’t be here and all the luxury items you could ever want. She’s also an acts of service; even if she’s not the one personally doing them, she makes sure someone on her staff is like, picking up your groceries as well as hers kinda thing.

She’s not overly affectionate in public, it’s much more private. She’ll do a quick hug, kiss on the cheek, little peck kinda thing but that’s about it. She’s more than aware that she’s a public figure and prefers to keep her private life private. It’s when you’re at home that she gets softer and she’ll be more touchy/cuddly.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Most of her friendships are going to start through work, or like, a weekly workout class/at the country club kinda thing. I like to think that Heather’s someone who is super polite and friendly to 99% of the people she comes across, especially at first, but she’s really just sitting there waiting for you to slip up. She keeps people at an arms reach until they start to show their true colours and that’s when she’ll either let them in or keep them on a leash.

That being said, once you’re in, you’re in. She’s a solid friend, she’s loyal, trustworthy, and will always have some kind of get together/party/event for you to join her at on the weekends. She’s always only one phone call away if something goes awry on a night out, you have a bad date, or get too drunk. While she might not have the time/effort to come herself, she’ll send someone to make sure you get home safely.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She’s generally the big spoon, likes to have an arm around you on the couch while watching movies, loves when you lay your head in her lap so she can play with your hair. She’s not *huge* on cuddling, but she enjoys it more than she thought she would, always forgets how much physical touch can actually release endorphins and calm her down.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Has no interest in getting married again, but prefers a secure, long term relationship. She doesn’t have the time or energy to waste on casual dating so when she finds a partner and things actually work out, she’s gonna keep you around.

She’s a fantastic cook and incredible baker. Despite having nannies and a pretty large personal staff, she can do a lot of things from scratch and really enjoys her “me time” in the kitchen, relaxing and getting to just focus on the task at hand instead of everything firing through her brain.

Heather’s space is always tidy, keeping up with clutter was the bane of her existence when the kids were kids until she confined all the toys to the playroom kinda thing. She prefers things have a home and when they’re done being used, they get put back in said home. When it comes to the actual cleaning she’ll do the bare minimum but is pretty busy so a lot of that does end up falling to a housekeeper.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) She’s likely going to do it in person, especially considering she doesn’t really casually date. If it was something more casual, or just a recurring hook up, she’s not afraid to ghost or just shoot of a quick text saying she’s done. It’s super brief, curt and almost professional when she does it, she finds herself almost falling into work mode for things like that to take the edge off/take the emotion completely out of it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Already been married and doesn’t have any major interest in going back down that road in the future. She knows how much of a legal/financial hassle it can be, knows that even bringing up a prenup sometimes destroys relationships and doesn’t want to have to deal with all of that. She tried it, it didn’t work, why bother trying it again? She absolutely *will* however buy you a fancy ring, a pretty dress and host the year’s best party to celebrate you/your love though. G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Heather’s gentleness is hidden under many layers, especially after years of having to be so cut throat in her industry among so many men. She’s built up these walls through strength, strategy and a bit of cunning and she knows that showing hurt/emotion/weakness at certain times is not optional, so it takes a bit to come out. If she’s had a bad/long/tedious day and comes home right away without decompressing she might end up snapping when she doesn’t mean it. Her alone time before going about anything else is super important to her so she can melt down all those walls and shed that professional personality before shaking it off and greeting you with a smile.

Once that side is gone though, she’s a softie under it all.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her mom hugs are the absolute best, deep, warm, she’s not gonna let go until you’re ready. Though she’s not a big hugger, esp in public as stated previously. For a greeting/farewell she’s much more likely to kiss you quickly, drop a kiss to the top of your head with a tender shoulder squeeze, or something of the like rather than a full blown hug.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) I think it take a bit for her, we’ve discussed already about her keeping her walls up until she’s absolutely sure and I think that goes for dropping the love bomb as well. While she is absolute fire with words when it comes to the courtroom/political debate/world stage, she struggles a bit with accurately expressing her emotions with words. She’ll feel the blooming in her chest, know that she adores waking up with you, cooking with you and the like, and she’ll likely even know that she’s falling in love but it isn’t coming out right away.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Heather’s definitely the jealous type, and she’s the angry jealous type. She sees you across the room getting hit on and the first tell is that her lips are pursed, her jawline tight and when you do find your way back to her, her responses are short and clipped. This is especially true if she knows you’re doing it *on purpose* because that means you’re being bratty and she is absolutely going to punish you the second you get home. K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Her quick kisses are soft, gentle, a small smile on her cheeks. Her private kisses are passionate, full of fire, dominance, hands tangling into your hair, teeth nipping at your lip, tongue surging into your mouth. She loves how quickly she can turn you to mush by kissing your neck, and absolutely loves to leave marks on your inner thighs where no one else can see them

She’s partial to the way you’ll kiss her collarbone, it’s something no one else has ever really done and that makes it special to the two of you and her love it more. As much as she loves the kinky stuff, it’s how soft and tender you are with her that really melts her heart, so it’s those kind of kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) She’s fantastic with kids. While she always had a nanny on hand and did send her kids to boarding school she’s still their mom and they’ll show up whenever they’re sick or need an adult kinda thing and she’s never going to send them away. She’s not the biggest fan of babies, especially because of the mess and the volume, but you cannot tell me this woman is not super excited about being a grandparent now that her own kids are grown.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) They’re quiet, but efficient, she’s likely got the news on in the background, coffee brewing and a quick breakfast made while she’s already skimming through emails and her agenda, figuring out what’s the priority for the day and what she needs to focus on and where she’ll be able to take a couple of breathers. She’s an early riser, even on weekends, and if she’s not working she’s trying to beat the rush to the gym/wherever to get her workout in and be able to check one thing off the list before sunrise kinda thing. She’ll always kiss your forehead before slipping out of bed and if she’s gone by the time you’re up there’s still hot coffee and likely a plate of breakfast waiting in the oven.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) There’s going to be a small amount that is spent working, whether working late at the office, or bringing work home. But she always makes sure that she’s present once you need her, have dinner ready, or something of the like. She’ll put work away and come eat with you, catching up on your days, help you with dishes, stealing as many kisses as she can get before curling up on the couch with you to catch up on your most recent binge with a glass or two of wine. And obviously most weekend nights end up with clothes gone and bodies tangled together for a few hours…

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Heather keeps her secrets, especially with new people. It’s just part of being a politician, she’s going to let you know the basics and very specific details at first. She’s also cautious about things like that/you seeing her house because she comes from old/family money and knows just how quick that can sway someone’s opinion of her. She’s gotten trapped in the sugar babies taking advantage before so now when she indulges in that, she keeps them at an arms length. P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Not necessarily angry, but she is relatively easily annoyed. That being said, she is also our resident brat tamer and does enjoy getting riled up a bit because she knows she can punish it out of you. If she’s been working/told you she doesn’t want to be interrupted she has a shorter fuse, she can and will snap and sometimes it comes off pretty harshly. Sometimes she’ll apologize, sometimes she won’t, but she’ll make sure you know she’s not mad at you and if you haven’t been able to figure it out, she’ll explain why and things will be fine.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?) She remembers most things, but she’s also got such a detailed schedule/calendar/agenda that has a MILLION and a half reminders. Like, homegirl is so fucking organized it baffles people. So she always has the reminders for things like date nights, anniversaries, birthdays, etc far in advance. When it comes to stories, your favourite treats/colour/shows/etc she does generally remember exactly what you like, sometimes even when it’s only mentioned once or in passing. Those more random ones are usually remembered because she also really enjoys them herself, or she can connect it to someone else in her family who’s a huge fan kinda thing.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) It’s likely going to be one of the first times that you welcomed her into your home and urged her to make herself at home/left her alone in your space. She knew in that moment that you trusted her and wanted her in your space and that finally knocks down that final wall of hesitancy of hers. It also could go the other way and very likely be when it gets revealed to you just how rich she is/the first time you’re at her house. She’s nervous, but incredibly happy at your response. You’re not in utter awe, but you’re also not reacting like it’s something you’ve seen every day, you’re reaction is right in the middle where she was hoping it would be. You acknowledge her lifestyle and accept it, but aren’t leaning too hard into it or away from it, you’re here to stay.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Heather is one protective bitch. If you don’t already have a security system at home, she’s getting one installed for you. She doesn’t like you taking public transport, especially after dark. If you don’t have a car, she’s giving you one, if you don’t drive, she’s supplying you with a driver. Out late at night and can’t get home? She’s outside waiting for you/sending a car before you can even send the text. If you’re out together and some prick is flirting with you, she’ll tightly wrap an arm around your waist and pull you to her, asking if you’re alright while staring daggers at the guy. She’s not about to throw hands, but she exudes enough power that the tiniest threat uttered from her lips is more than enough to have someone running.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) She absolutely loves lavish, luxury experiences and puts all of that into her dates, especially the important ones. Once Heather realizes she’s in love, she loves incredibly hard and will go above and beyond to make sure you know you’re loved because she’s also more than well aware of her flaws. Birthdays, anniversaries and the like she’ll always send you on a shopping spree with her credit card the week before, telling you to pick out whatever you want, but always to make sure there’s a new lingerie set too. Dress, heels, jewels, nails, make up, tan, hair appointment, literally whatever you want. If it’s a BIG event, she’s taking you on vacation, it’s gonna be all inclusive, private suite, water front château kinda thing, rose petals on the bed, endless champagne and gifts that are so incredibly perfect and tailored just for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Her flaws are present and she knows they are, no matter how much she tries to avoid them. Work can absolutely consume her and thanks to her line of work, that can make her pretty irritable and short fused. Especially because she will likely also forgo sleeping the amount she needs and other daily necessities. Heather also tends to isolate, and attempt to do everything/fix everything on her own, she has trouble reaching out for help, even if she desperately needs it, she’d rather suffer through it alone than admit she needs help.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Heather is the one most concerned with her looks. She’s likely had a very strict skincare routine from a young age that she does every day without fail. 90% of her closet is designer and if it needs a couple of alterations, she’s sure to get those done in order for things to fit her perfectly. She puts time and effort into her appearance including hair and makeup and has a range of looks depending on exactly what she’s doing professionally that day (if that makes sense lol). She keeps active through various workouts and maintains a healthy diet, she’s not obsessive over it, but makes sure to stay healthy. Heather’s also definitely not against getting small amounts of not super invasive work done, nothing crazy, but just little bits to boost her confidence a bit over the years.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) 10000%. She doesn’t need another person to feel whole. She’s someone who isn’t particularly lonely when single, she’s content. She does miss the sex, but obviously has her way of getting that without a full relationship. It’s only once she has found someone that she truly loves that she does realize that it is really nice to have someone to come home to.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.) Was an equestrian growing up and was super good at it. She stopped after she was thrown off a horse during a practice and ended up with a nasty cut (that she still has the scar from) and a minor fracture somewhere in her leg/ankle/foot.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) She absolutely cannot stand lack of motivation/laziness/super dependent people. While she is completely content and enjoys being the dom in relationships, she needs her sub to be content by themselves while she’s busy. She will *always* reward them for it when she has the time, and as much of a brat tamer she is, the neediness can go past a level that she cannot stand. She also needs someone with at least somewhat of their own drive, she doesn’t care if you’re flipping burgers at mcdonald’s or a CEO on wallstreet, but you need *something* that is the reason to wake up in the morning and be a human, ya know? (though she is probably low key gonna judge you if you’re flipping burgers lol, but she’ll help guide you in the direction of a job you like more/earn more)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

*Always* has a glass of wine before bed. If there’s some reason she can’t have one she’s having one of those sleepytime girlie mocktails that have been trending (they’ve got cherry juice and I think magnesium lol). And she likely has another couple of vitamins/supplements to help with rest/recovery/etc overnight.

Heather also either indulges in something very fantasy based right before bed, whether that be a show or a book. She started out reading fiction before bed nightly but found even some of it was too realistic/close to her daily career life so she swapped to fantasy to truly distract herself from life before sleeping.

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Serenate + 50

Serenate + 50 …out of love.

A vaguely 5b au

Having Nate as a roommate just…works.

They have similar rhythms, similar tastes, and since they moved into their midtown two bedroom, it’s been easy.

Sure, there are some hiccups—neither of them has lived without some sort of housekeeping service before, but Serena kind of loves doing everything for herself. Except washing dishes. She hates that. It’s lucky she and Nate could spring for a unit with a dishwasher.

Blair had raised her eyebrows at the whole situation, from Serena’s housekeeping to her choice in roommate, but she didn’t fight it. Serena knows her best friend was just as relieved that they would be getting space from each other. With Dan coming around all the time, it was the right thing.

Living with Nate is easier than it ever was with Blair. Definitely easier living with her mother.

Sure, they spend a lot of their free time looking up how-to videos on YouTube to keep everything clean and functional, but their system works, and Serena likes the accomplishment she feels from a freshly scrubbed bathroom or an edible home-cooked meal.

So, she and Nate fall into a routine. They have their own mish-mashed schedules of classes, a weekly grocery list, a dry-erase wall calendar in the entryway. They fall asleep on each other on the couch every other night, and it’s easy.

Of course Serena thinks about having more, in the way that she’s always thought about Nate. At the back of her mind, just out of her reach, if she stretched her hand out too far, he would disappear.

But it isn’t anything. It can’t be. She already fumbled her shot with Nate more times than she cares to tally up, and she’s only just getting over — whatever happened between her and Dan at the start of the year.

So what if it’s easy. So what if Nate makes her laugh more in two months than she remembers in the previous six. So what if their cramped and over-pillowed two bedroom is the first crash pad she’s had in her entire life that feels like home.

It’s home. Even when she does something so incomprehensibly wrong.

“What the…” she trails off as she rummages through the basket of newly dried laundry she just set on the coffee table to fold. She lifts a hand towel, formerly white, now bright pink—“fuck?”

She digs through the rest of the load. Every single towel, sheet, pillowcase. Egyptian cotton, the highest thread count her mother could find on short notice for a last minute housewarming, all white when she put them in the wash, and now they were all pink.

“Shit, shit, shit.” She wonders if there’s a way to fix it. She could call Dan. Or Dorota. Or maybe Rufus?

Except now she can’t find her phone.

She digs through the basket again, dumping the ruined linens on the couch next to her, hoping to find her phone buried in the wreckage.

It’s at that point that Nate gets back from class. Serena’s heart jumps into her throat at the sound of his key turning in the lock.

She looks up, frozen by a little bit of fear and a whole lot of embarrassment, and sees Nate gaping at the scene of her sartorial disaster.

“I have no idea what happened,” she blurts out, launching to her feet.

Nate bites down on his lower lip, inscrutable.

“I swear, it was an accident.”

He nods listlessly as he slowly walks towards her, eyes on their newly pinked linens.

“But –” she swallows, “good news: I’m really good at shopping. So we can just…You’re mad. Please don’t be mad. I’ll –”

Serena doesn’t get to finish the sentence, because Nate is kissing her. Nate is kissing her. Nate is kissing her.

She pulls back, but only slightly, keeping her face cupped between his hands. “What’s that for?”

His shoulders lift in a shrug in her blurred out periphery��she can’t look away from his eyes. “I love you.”

Serena hauls him back in, pressing her smile to his, the two of them meeting in an approximation of a kiss.

She kisses his lips again, and again, then moves to his cheek, to the side of his neck. The most at home she’s ever felt.

“I love you too.”

#omigod they were roommatessssss #serenate #S and I have talked about it enough I had to do it 🧡#serena x nate #nate x serena #*prompts #Strideofpride

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Holidays 9.8

Holidays

Actor’s Day

Asturias Day (Spain)

Blondie Day

Blue’s Clues Day

Colorism Awareness Day

The Commemoration of the Two Sieges (Malta)

Community Day (Extramadura, Spain)

Coronation Anniversary of Vytautas the Great (Lithuania)

Day of Aid Workers

Day of Asturias (Spain)

Day of the Battle of Borodino (Russia)

Extramadura Day (Spain)

Father’s Day (Latvia)

Festa Della Rificolona ends (Paper Lantern Festival; Florence, Italy)

Fiestas de Santa Fe begins with the burning of the Zozobra (New Mexico)

Financier’s Day (Russia)

Grandparents’ & Family Caregivers’ Day (Florida)

Hazelnut Day (French Republic)

Iguana Awareness Day

International Day of Journalists

International Literacy Day (UN)

Kosrae Liberation Day (Micronesia)

La Vierge de Meritxell (Feast of Our Lady of Meritxell; Andorra)

Mariä Geburt (Liechtenstein)

Martyrs’ Day (a.k.a. Massoud Day; held on Shahrivar 18) [Can be 9.8 or 9.9]

Matki Boskiej Zielnej (a.k.a. Fest of Greenery; Poland)

Meritxell Day (Andorra)

National Actors Day

National Ampersand Day

National David Day

National Dog Walker Appreciation Day

National Double Merle Awareness Day

National Essential Medicine Shortages Awareness Day

National Iguana Awareness Day

National Lissencephaly Awareness Day

National Neighborhood Day

National Pardon Day

908 Day

Nuakhai (Odisha, India)

Onam ends (India)

Pardon Me Day

Pediatric Hematology/Oncology Nurses Day

Pledge of Allegiance Day

Sirona Asteroid Day

Solidarity Day of World Heritage Cities

Star Trek Day

Tank Crewman’s Day (Russia)

Turkmen Bakhshi Day (Turkmenistan)

Victory Day (Malta)

Volunteer Day (Spain)

World Gravity Day

World Physical Therapy Day

Worldwide Cystic Fibrosis Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Bacon Burger Day

Date Nut Bread Day

International Day of Papaya

International Food Delivery Day

National Merlot Day (South Africa)

Independence & Related Days

Alsann (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Andorra (Nation founded, 1728)

Macedonia (from Yugoslavia, 1991)

Seybold (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

2nd Sunday in September

Auditor's Day (Scientology) [2nd Sunday]

Day of Lake Baikal (Russia) [2nd Sunday]

Day of Open Monuments (Germany) [2nd Sunday]

Day of the Homeland (Germany) [2nd Sunday]

Education Day (UK) [2nd Sunday]

Family Day (Kazakhstan) [2nd Sunday]

Fjord Day (Denmark) [2nd Sunday]

Grandparent's Day (Canada) [Sunday after 1st Monday]

Great Procession of Tournai (Belgium) [2nd Sunday]

Hug Your Hound Day [2nd Sunday]

Joust of the Quintana: La Rivincita (The Rematch; Italy) [2nd or 3rd Sunday, Pt. 1 in July]

National Bilby Day (Australia) [2nd Sunday]

National Dementia Carers Day (UK) [2nd Sunday]

National Education Sunday (UK) [2nd Sunday]

National Firefighters’ Memorial Day (Canada) [2nd Sunday]

National Pet Memorial Day [2nd Sunday]

PBC (Primary Biliary Cholangitis) Awareness Day [2nd Sunday]

Racial Justice Sunday [2nd Sunday]

Remembrance Day for Victims of Fascism [2nd Sunday]

Road Workers Day (Tajikistan) [2nd Sunday]

Sandwich Sunday [2nd Sunday of Each Month]

Sleepy Sunday [2nd Sunday of Each Month]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

Survey Sunday [2nd Sunday of Each Month]

Sustainable House Day (Australia) [2nd Sunday]

Turkmen Bakshy Day [2nd Sunday]

Vanavanemate Päev (Estonia) [2nd Sunday]

Workers of Natural Gas and Petroleum Industry Day (Ukraine) [2nd Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 8 (2nd Full Week of September)

Folic Acid Awareness Week (thru 9.14)

Healthcare Environmental Services Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

International Housekeepers Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

National Arts in Education Weeks (thru 9.14) [From 2nd Sunday]

National Assisted Living Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

National Beauty and Barber Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

National Biscuit and Gravy Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

National Compassionate Leadership Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

National Environmental Services Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

National Nephrology Nurses Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

National Suicide Prevention Week (thru 9.14) [2nd Full Week]

Festivals Beginning September 8, 2024

Austin Chronicle Hot Sauce Festival (Austin, Texas)

Bean Soup Festival & Fair (McClure, Pennsylvania) [thru 9.14]

Bloemencorso Lichtenvoorde (Lichtenvoorde, Netherlands)

Bloemencorso Loenhout (Loenhout, Belgium)

Cambridge Carnival (Cambridge, Massachusetts)

Fiddles Vittles and Vino (Colorado Springs, Colorado)

Heritage Fire (Willamette Valley, Oregon)

International Alexandrinsky Theatre Festival (Saint Petersburg, Russia) [thru 10.30]

Manifesta [European Nomadic Biennial] (Barcelona, Spain) [thru 11.24]

Feast Days

Adrian and Natalia of Nicomedia (Roman Catholic Church)

Adrian of Nicomedia (Christian; Saint Feast Day) [brewers, middle England's brewers guild] *

Ann Beattie (Writerism)

Archie Goodwin (Artology)

Carnot (Positivist; Saint)

Corbinian (Christian; Saint)

Disibod (a.k.a. Disen or Disbode; Christian; Saint)

Eusebius, Nestablus, Zeno, and Nestor (Christian; Martyrs)

Feast of Honor for Lada and Leda (Bread & Harvest Festival; Slavic Pagan/Asatru)

Feast of ‘Izzat (Might; Baha’i)

Feast of Papa-Lea (God of Kava Drinking)

Frédéric Mistral (Writerism)

Il-Vittorja (a.k.a. Feast of Our Lady of Victories; Malta)

Jill St. John Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Mead Day (Pagan)

Michael Frayn (Writerism)

Mimi Parent (Artology)

Monti Fest (Mangalorean Catholic; Parts of India)

Morty Moot Mope (Muppetism)

Nativity of Mary (Roman Catholic Church, Anglo-Catholicism)

Our Lady of Charity (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Covadonga (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Good Health of Vailankanni (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Meritxell (Andorra; Christian; Saint)

Ozias Humphry (Artology)

Paradoxically Non-Paradoxical Day (Pastafarian)

Sergius I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Theosophy Day

Vicious Sex Day (Pastafarian)

Virgin Mary Day

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [36 of 53]

Prime Number Day: 251 [54 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Ally McBeal (TV Series; 1997)

Betty Crocker's Cookbook, by the Betty Crocker Editors (Cookbook; 1950)

Blue’s Clues (Children’s TV Series; 1996)

Bone Machine, by Tom Waits (Album; 1992)

Boys Town (Film; 1938)

The Breadwinner (Animated Film; 2017)

Brigadoon (Film; 1954)

Carnival Courage (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1945)

Cat's Cradle, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1963)

Catty-Cornered (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1966)

Cold Comfort Farm, by Stella Gibbons (Novel; 1932)

Cosmicomics, by Italo Calvino (Short Stories; 1965)

The Cyberiad, by Stanisław Lem (Short Stories; 1965)

The Eagle Has Landed, by Jack Higgins (Novel; 1975)

Everglade Raid (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1958)

Frank Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely, by Frank Sinatra (Album; 1958)

God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1965)

Havana, by Camila Cabello (Song; 2017)

Hitchhiker, by Neil Young (Album; 2017)

Hold Your Fire, by Rush (Album; 1987)

iCarly (TV Series; 2007)

I Just Can’t Get You Out of My Head, by Kylie Minogue (Song; 2001)

It (Film; 2017)

Jeannie (Animated TV Series; 1973)

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, by Susanna Clarke (Novel; 2004)

The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles, by Julie Andrews Edwards (Children’s Book; 1974)

Lost in Space (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Film; 1973)

Lovelorn Leghorn (WB LT Cartoon; 1951)

Make Me, 20th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2015)

Mouse-Warming (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Never for Ever, by Kate Bush (Album; 1980)

Nurse Betty (Film; 2000)

The Oprah Winfrey Show (Daytime TV Series; 1986)

Psycho (Film; 1960)

The Pure and the Impure, by Colette (Novel; 1932)

Purr-Chance to Dream (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1967)

Scalp Treatment (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1952)

Second Foundation, by Isaac Asimov (Novel; 1953) [Foundation #3]

The Sirens of Titan, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1959)

Slicked-Up Pup (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1951)

Song of Victory (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1942)

Star Trek (TV Series; 1966)

Suffer, by Bad Religion (Album; 1988)

Today’s Name Days

Adrian, Mariä Geburt (Austria)

Hadrijan, Maja, Marija, Sergije (Croatia)

Mariana (Czech Republic)

Maria (Denmark)

Mariann, Marianna, Marianne (Estonia)

Taimi (Finland)

Adrien, Béline (France)

Adrian, Mariä Geburt, Otmar (Germany)

Despoina, Genethlios, Skiadeni, Tsampika (Greece)

Adrienn, Mária (Hungary)

Immacolata, Maria (Italy)

Amirs, Ilga, Ilgonis, Nelda (Latvia)

Daumantė, Klementina, Liaugaudas, Vytautas (Lithuania)

Allan, Alma, Amalie (Norway)

Adrian, Adrianna, Klementyna, Maria, Nestor, Radosław, Radosława (Poland)

Natalia (Russia)

Miriama (Slovakia)

Cinta, Covadonga, Fuensanta, Meritxell, Natividad, Nazaret, Nuria, Sagrario, Sergio (Spain)

Alma, Hulda (Sweden)

Maria, Mary (Ukraine)

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oswednesday · 11 months ago

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my family on my mom's side fired the like life long housekeeper who worked there longer than ive been alive and now gpa has like a weekly cleaning service come in and do it and i think i was the only one who was like jaw dropped aghast about it like i didnt verbalize but i certainty didnt contribute to the conversation chorus of oh finallys and im sure the expression was billboarded on my face i dont have much of a poker face when it come to these kinds of things

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angelic-omega · 9 months ago

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TW: Discussion of Gaslighting and Abuse!! Discussions of extreme Christian values!!

I won’t stand for Aziraphale hate…

Let the record show that I am Trans, Queer, and currently living in an abusive household. Others have it worse than me and I am by no means making this post to gather pity. I am making this post to make a point! I grew up in a small southern town in West Virginia, I’ve lived here my entire life. I’ve known nothing outside of this state and this town until I was 18 and flew to Florida. I grew up in a Christian house with Christian values such as all women are taught to cook, sew, and housekeep. I grew up praying before bed, before each meal, and at every weekly mass. As I got older my church grew into a mega church with atms in the lobby. The type of place Jesus would flip tables at the type of place where my family spent copious amounts of money to move higher up in the church. For more money you got extra sermons, tickets to concerts, free services, and wild things like free paid cruises! My parents eventually got away from the pyramid scheme of that church but the rest of my family still are members!

Just because they left doesn’t mean they don’t still hold on to very black and white values of right and wrong. My father is more conservative than my mother and thinks that it goes against gods will for me to be trans. He’s bipolar and unmedicated as well as extremely controlling. He doesn’t let me speak in conversations and he barely lets my mother speak either. He is the “head of the house” and makes a point of speaking on our behalf even when we are spoken to directly by others. I’m 22 years old and both my parents have fought me when it comes to getting my license, to the point I gave up trying after I turned 19.

Daily I am ridiculed for my every decision by my father and even by my mother at times. For example, if I wake up early and take a short nap in the day my father will mock me for being lazy. (He also takes a nap every day but that’s besides the point) I am also told I am lazy and ungrateful if I wake up later in the day. My mother and I do not leave the house without permission from him. He tracks our phones and gets upset when we leave when he is not there with us. For some time he did not even allow my mother to have a car to actually drive places while he was at work. Therefor he controls all of the grocery shopping despite doing none of the cooking in the house. So with next to nothing to eat in the home at times I will suggest getting fast food, thinking since he does enjoy certain restaurants he will agree. Sometimes he agrees but more often than not he makes himself a meal out of what little food we have left.

I’ve gone many nights with only scraps for dinner because he refuses to go grocery shopping and refuses to order fast food. Our television is connected to his phone and made so only he can control it. Of course he will allow us to watch a movie or tv show but we are unable to physically put it on ourselves. He works to pay the bills (even thought my mom is the one who fills the paperwork out), he takes out the trash, and does the dishes. Meanwhile my mother and I take over all the other necessary tasks to keep the house afloat. Yes, I admit a lot of the strain on our household comes from the ten cats we own. Those cats are something I take full responsibility for as I am the one who has a big heart for strays. Both parents make me feel guilty for owning the cats and often make it seem like the cost of cat food and litter is what is contributing to our financial problems.

I cannot state enough how everything I say and do is an argument. Whenever I had friends and would want to hang out with them it was wrong of me to have chosen who I did. They were bad influences, they were manipulative, they were going to taint me. See my entire life I was a “good girl” and everyone fought hard to keep me in that box. I didn’t curse until 2020, I didn’t drink until last year, I’ve never been drunk, I can’t drive (legally), I didn’t get my ears pierced until I was 18, and to this day my entire family believes I am a virgin. Not only that but my entire family continues to praise me for being so “pure” while also reprimanding me for being a bad child. I am so good and well behaved but also need to not be so entitled for asking for help. I can tell them anything but if it’s something they don’t agree with they won’t take it seriously and will belittle me. I came out to them both in 2018 and both parents still refuse to acknowledge that I am no longer a girl.

Through our church they offer arranged marriage services and it is how my mother and father met. At 25 they have said they plan to put me into these services so that I can find “a good man”. Side note: I’m Bi…The point of all this being I have struggled and fought to be the person I am today that holds the values I do. However, their influence over me still affects my decisions. I doubt every decision I ever make unless they make the decision for me. I am desperate for their approval even when I know it is worth next to nothing. This post only discusses the bare minimum of what I’ve gone through. We have only scratched the surface of how deep their hold on me goes and yet my point still stands. I have spent my entire life trying to make the right decision and never feeling like what I chose was good enough.

All I ever wanted in life was to be a good person and do the right things. Aziraphale has been the same, except instead of abusive parents he has heaven. Aziraphale may be removed from heaven but he no longer knows how to make a decision for himself. He has learned to second guess his every thought and doesn’t know right from wrong. Heaven has told him one thing and even if he believes otherwise he will always feel that pull back to heaven. He loves Crowley deeply even though he knows heaven would not approve but when heaven asks him back and praises him…it’s hard for him to say no. It’s because even after years upon years of abuse he is still eager for their approval. He thinks maybe if I do things differently it won’t be the same…maybe they have changed and I can actually have a healthy relationship with them! THIS^^ NEVER IS TRUE!

I have tried and still find myself trying to build a relationship with my father after being dismissed my entire life by him. I still find myself trying to impress him and my mother. I still find myself watering my personality down to appeal to both my parents and gain their praise. Sometimes setting harsh boundaries and putting your foot down is best but sometimes you just don’t have the strength to do it. There will always be a part of you that wants to be a part of them, wants to stick together. You cannot change the way they treat you but for some reason you can’t stop trying anyway. Aziraphale is doing exactly that^^ he’s trying to fix things because he has been abused. Who knows what all heaven told him to be true! I know if it were my parents and I was hanging around with Crowley and they found out they would certainly see me as tainted. They would tell me all sorts of nasty things and would tell extravagant stories about demons and how they are all terrible. They would cloak their prejudice and hatred through a thin veil of caring and because I crave their approval I would probably believe them. However, to end on a good note I will say I am getting away from my abusive household. I am getting away because I have met my Crowley and they have shown me what true caring looks like. They have shown me that what my parents give to me is not completely love and if it is it is a controlling and overbearing kind of love. I know no matter what Aziraphale believes he will choose Crowley. Crowley has been Aziraphale’s safe space for longer than heaven has been! He lied to god about the flaming sword but not Crowley…remember that!

#good omens brainrot #good omens aziraphale #good omens crowley #good omens #i love aziraphale

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reasonsforhope · 2 years ago

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Additional source with more details!:

After months of fighting for a fair contract, thousands of union Disney World employees in Orlando approved a new union contract with Walt Disney World on Wednesday [March 29, 2023] that delivers wage increases for all of the theme park’s union workers and paid child bonding leave.

Out of 12,650 workers across Disney World who participated in the single-day vote (not an easy feat to arrange), 97% voted in favor of the contract.

A group of around 200 Disney World workers — or "cast members," as they're referred to by the company — at the Wyndham Orlando Resort and Conference Center in Kissimmee Wednesday night celebrated the vote.

"When we fight, we win!" the group chanted, to applause and cheers from a room emanating with high energy after a high-stakes fight.

The new contract was negotiated by the Service Trades Council Union, a coalition of six labor unions that altogether represent about 42,000 Walt Disney World employees across the parks, ranging from workers in attractions to housekeeping, transit workers, food service workers, character performers and more.

The agreement raises Disney World’s minimum wage to $18 per hour, up from $15, by the end of the year.

Non-tipped workers in job classifications that currently earn Disney World’s minimum $15 hourly rate — such as union dishwashers, as well as some of Disney’s costuming specialists, custodial workers and laundry workers — will see a raise to $17 per hour minimum, immediately upon ratification of the contract.

They’ll also receive retroactive pay equal to $1 per hour extra (a $16 hourly rate) dating back to Oct. 1, 2022, when the unions' last contract expired.

Across the board, Disney World cast members this year will see a $3 per hour raise minimum in 2023, with some job classifications seeing more. Over the life of the contract, effective through October 2026, workers will see a wage increase of between $5.50 to $8.40, with that range varying by position.

That means, by the end of the contract, Disney World will have a minimum wage that's more than double what it was a decade ago, when the minimum hourly rate for cast members was less than $10.

"It's a historic amount of money," Nicolle Mischer, a cook at EPCOT Festival Kitchens and Unite Here Local 737 union member, told Orlando Weekly of the new raise. "It's been a long hard fight, but it's so rewarding to know at the end, that we continued the fight and we continued to push the company to do the right thing as far as, you know, making sure their cast members are taken care of," she said.

Personally, as a mother who will see her pay rise $4.10 upon the contract's ratification, Mischer's looking forward to not having to work as much overtime. She has sometimes worked upward of 60 hours per week just to pay the bills.

She's looking forward to having more time to spend with her musically inclined 15-year-old, who's in marching band, symphonic band and jazz band — and to have the time to perhaps volunteer to go on their trips as they travel to play.

The raise offered in the new contract, Mischer said, will give her a chance to breathe, "not having that heavy weight of working all those extra hours."

Another new addition to the contract — not offered in prior contracts — is eight weeks of paid child bonding leave (family leave) for full-time workers, employed for at least one year, who either give birth to a child, become a parent, or adopt or foster a new child under the age of 18.

This was something Sean Hopper, an employee at Star Wars Galaxy’s Edge in Disney's Hollywood Studios and a Unite Here Local 362 shop steward, previously told Orlando Weekly was especially important to him...

Tiara Moton, a cook of 15 years, said that as the mother of a 3-year-old, that paid child bonding time is an amazing achievement for the unions, joking that for her, the pandemic was her "child bonding time."

"We deserve this. We worked hard for it," she said.

Pictured: Tiara Moton (middle) surrounded by Disney World workers in union shirts in Central Florida on March 29, 2023.

When we organize, we win

This vote of approval on this new contract, considered a victory by union leaders, comes nearly two months after thousands of workers stood together and rejected a worse offer from Disney that would have offered just a $1 raise in the first year of the contract for many, albeit with a similar $5 increase over the life of the contract.

Although some union workers, such as culinary staff, would have seen a higher raise under that agreement, workers almost unanimously rejected it in solidarity with those who wouldn’t.

Out of 14,263 workers who voted on that last agreement, 13,650 — or 96% — shot it down.

A couple weeks after, Disney came back with a worse offer that would have offered a higher raise upfront — a $17 minimum hourly rate for those making $15 — but would have decreased the amount of retroactive pay workers would have received, earning backlash from union leaders.

The new agreement, approved by workers Wednesday, restores that back pay.

Union organizers and other union leaders in the parks have been organizing behind the scenes of the Most Magical Place on Earth to negotiate a new contract for union workers since August, ahead of their last contract’s expiration on Oct. 1...

With their new deal, Disney's cast members in Orlando hope they'll be able to spur change across the tourism and hospitality sector, which makes up roughly one-fifth of the Central Florida region's workforce.

Universal Orlando (which is non-unionized) recently announced a $17 minimum wage for its own workforce this year, and some smaller companies have also moved to offer workers something closer to a living wage.

Food service workers at the Orange County Convention Center, represented by Unite Here Local 737, also won their own historic contract earlier this year, winning an $18 minimum wage this year, up from $13.

When the STCU won a $15 minimum wage at Disney during the last contract cycle, back in 2018, that prompted other employers (including Universal) to follow suit, eventually, with their own raises.

Mischer, the cook at EPCOT, said this agreement opens the door not just in Central Florida, but across the state, and potentially across the country, with Disney widely considered an industry leader. "I believe that other companies will see and take the lead that Disney has, you know — the steps that Disney has taken to make sure their cast members have taken care of."

"When we come together, when we unionize and organize, this is what we can do," said Henry, speaking to his fellow workers. "We are changing the future of the Central Florida. The state of Florida right now. Tonight. Don't ever forget what you've done tonight."

-via Orlando Weekly, 3/29/23

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