#why bother getting attached to new stuff if you know it probably won't last past season 1. maybe 2. lol

[canisonicscrewyou]

call me crazy but I don't think fans and actors and creative teams should have to clamor and campaign for a show's renewal like as soon as the fucking show drops on a streaming platform. I don't think viewers should be worried if it's even worth getting attached to a show / season / etc if it won't make it past the season you're not even done watching. it shouldn't be my job to convince a streaming platform that it's a good move to renew a show with good ratings and viewership.

[helloalycia]

worth the wait [five] // daisy johnson

summary: the longer Daisy spends with you, the more you realise that maybe nine years isn't enough time to get over her.

warning/s: mentions of PTSD.

author's note: this is the final part, but it was a little long so i’ve put it into two posts. hopefully the daisy stans appreciated it 😊

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six | masterlist | wattpad

I woke with a start, immediately feeling my hair sticking to the nape of my neck and the need to shake off my duvet.

The fear of my nightmare still implanted in the pit of my stomach made me reach for my bedside lamp. I half expected someone to grab my hand in the dark, my imagination working overtime to scare the living hell out of me, but nothing happened except for the lamp turning on.

I sat up in bed and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. It was just a dream, nothing real. And I knew that, logically, since I was in my childhood bedroom instead of a dark torture chamber. Yet I couldn't stop crying and imagining the worst.

It was getting worse – the nightmares, the anxiety, the nausea. Ever since Daisy and my mum had told me to see a therapist, I knew it was getting worse, but I still hadn't done anything about it. Clearly, things had to change.

Barely thinking about, I found myself grabbing my phone and dialling Daisy's number. I hadn't spoken to her since she came over, and it was my fault things had been left on a bad note. That was only last week and I felt like an idiot as I heard the phone ringing.

"Hello?" her groggy voice came through, and I immediately felt bad.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to silence my heavy breathing. "Hey, Daisy. It's, er, it's Y/N. I'm sorry, I– I didn't mean to wake you. I–"

"Y/N?" she asked, voice laced with fatigue and confusion. "Are you okay? What is it? Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you," I said quickly, trying to maintain my shakiness. I brought my legs up to my chest and wrapped an arm around them tightly. "I'm at home. I just–" I flinched, closing my eyes. "I'm sorry, did I wake you? My parents gave me your number and I– I didn't know what else to do–"

"You don't need to apologise," she cut me off, wakening up a little by the sounds of it. "I'm glad you called. What's wrong?"

I smiled dryly, wiping away at my tears. "I, er, you were right about me. I should have–" I breathed out deeply. "I need to talk to someone about... yeah. But right now I... I can't go back to sleep."

"Do you want me to come over? I'm not far and–"

"No, no!" I said quickly, slightly embarrassed. "You don't need to– it's the middle of the night. I just– I don't know what I was expecting. I just didn't want to be alone and I didn't wanna wake my parents and worry them."

"Of course," she said reassuringly. "It's okay. I won't come, but I can stay on the phone with you if you'd like? We can talk. Or we can just stay silent. Anything you want."

I sniffled and put my head between my legs, feeling my shoulders relax a little. The last thing I wanted was to be a bother to her.

"Thanks," I muttered, and I wasn't even sure if she heard it. "I'm sorry for how I acted last week... with this."

"We don't need to talk about it," she said softly, her voice raspy as she'd just woken up. "I just want you to be okay."

I closed my eyes, breathing out quietly. I wasn't sure what to say, but the sound of her voice was instantly reassuring.

It was quiet between us, for at least another minute or so, and all I could hear was her breathing on the other side. As much as I appreciated the company, I knew it was unfair of me to keep her on the phone.

Swallowing hard, I said, "Daisy?"

"Yeah? Are you okay?"

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, knowing I wasn't. "I don't think–" I sighed awkwardly. "I won't be falling asleep any time soon and I– er, you should go. I don't want to keep you on here for no reason."

"It's not for no reason," she reassured. "I'll stay on until you fall asleep, Y/N. You'll get tired eventually."

"But if I don't–"

"I'll stay on."

I nodded, despite her being unable to see me. "Thank you..."

It went quiet again, and I felt my heart rate returning to its normal pace as I distracted myself with the sound of Daisy's breathing. It wasn't hard to tire myself to the sound, as I was already exhausted, just scared. But when I closed my eyes and let her breathing comfort me, it almost felt like she was right next to me, and my fear slowly faded away.

—

When I woke up the next morning, I was drooling on my phone screen as the sun streamed through my curtains. When I wiped my mouth, a yawn escaped my lips and I moved my phone from my pillow, confused to why it was there. But then I remembered the early hours of that morning and felt my face flush with embarrassment. I checked the screen, seeing the call wasn't still on, but there was a text from Daisy.

Daisy: hey, Y/N, I hope you feel better in the morning. I figured you wouldn't want to wake up to me on the phone, so I hung up. Please don't be angry, but I'm on my way over to see you. I just want to make sure you're okay.

That message was sent fifteen minutes ago, so I wouldn't put it past Daisy to already be outside. It was embarrassing, don't get me wrong, but I appreciated that she cared enough to check on me, even after I'd treated her disrespectfully.

I'd just managed to brush my teeth when Daisy arrived. My mum called me downstairs, claiming it was for me, and I tried not to fidget in my pyjamas as I descended the stairs and saw Daisy waiting by the front door. When she saw me, a relieved smile was on her lips.

"Hey," she began quietly, hesitant to say more in case I was mad.

I exhaled slowly, shoulders relaxing at the sight of her. She'd helped me more than she'd known, and with that thought in my mind, I moved forward and hugged her gratefully.

"Thank you," I whispered into her shoulder, closing my eyes as my arms laced around her neck.

She returned the hug and I sensed her surprise.

"Anytime, Y/N," she replied with a squeeze. "I just want you to be okay."

I nodded, lingering for a moment longer than I probably should have, before pulling away. She searched my eyes with a hint of concern and I subconsciously grabbed her hand and kept ahold of it.

"I'm gonna book an appointment with a therapist," I told her, the thought terrifying me in itself, but I knew it was the right thing to do. "And I wanted to ask if you... would you..." I swallowed hard, suddenly unable to meet her eyes. "Will you please come with me?"

"Of course I will," she promised, squeezing my hand and earning my attention. "I'll be with you whenever you want." She blinked, clearing her throat with realisation. "I mean, for the appointments, obviously."

Thankfully, her messy words brought a smile to my face and reassured me about the whole therapy thing.

"Thank you," I said, finding it cute how she was the one to avoid my eyes now. "Since you're here, you may as well stay for breakfast. If you're not busy, that is."

"Breakfast. Sure. I'd love to."

I didn't let go of her hand as I tugged her towards the kitchen to join me.

—

Having Daisy back in my life was probably the best thing to happen to me in a long time.

Not only had she literally saved my life as Quake, but she was also saving my life every day after. Whether it was accompanying me to my therapist appointments or hospital appointments, or hanging out with me way more than she needed to, she was more present in my life. I didn't ask her to – it only began when I'd asked her to come to my first therapist appointment – but she'd chosen to. And I didn't want to question it because I'd missed her more than I cared to admit.

My parents took her in as family like no time had passed and I was accepting her back into my life, too, but I didn't want to get too attached. She had a job to do at the end of the day, and knowing Daisy, she wouldn't stay for too long. I guess, in the back of my head, there was still that expectation of her picking up and leaving, just like she used to. Which was silly, since that was years ago, but still...

Despite her presence in my life again, we'd been avoiding talking about what we'd missed in each other's lives. The specifics anyway. I knew she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and found her family, and she knew I became an investigative journalist and did many news packages on different topics, but I didn't know anything more and neither did she. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or if we just avoided it without thinking, but I knew we had to face the music soon.

We were getting coffee after she picked me up from one of my therapy sessions when I brought it up.

"So, my therapist has been helping me with some stuff," I began, staring at my coffee as we walked back to my house. "Stuff outside of my PTSD, that is."

"Oh?" Daisy asked, and I could see her looking at me in the corner of my eyes. "Like what?" 

I took a sip of my coffee, trying not to feel embarrassed as I answered, "Well, we obviously talk about my life. And what happens in it. Who I'm with..."

"Yeah..." Daisy was grinning now.

I rolled my eyes, wishing my face wasn't as warm as it felt. "She noticed you've been dropping me off and picking me up and... you may have come up in conversation."

"Ah, so you talk about me," she said slowly, trying very hard not to laugh. "Did you tell her how amazing I am? Or how beautiful, charming and funny I am?"

I sighed, finally lifting my eyes to look at her. Brown eyes twinkled with amusement as she gave me her usual teasing smile, making me shove her in the shoulder gently. Laughter spilled from her lips and I hated the butterflies in my stomach at the sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, falling into step with me again. "You were saying. Go on."

Looking back ahead as we walked, I said, "Yes, well, we talked about you. And then she recommended that I try to catch up with you more. You know? Because we both talk so much about the good old days and even now, but not the in between. Not the parts that we weren't there for."

I looked back to Daisy when I finished, and she thankfully lost her amusement as she nodded in agreement. I half expected her to take the piss, but she was supportive as she glanced at me.

"I like the sound of that," she said, easing the nerves in my stomach. "So. What do you want to know?"

I cleared my throat, taking another sip of my drink and thinking of where to start. "Okay, erm... why don't we start with your S.H.I.E.L.D. friends? They're your family and I would love to get to know them better. What are they like?"

She nodded thoughtfully, sipping her coffee. "S.H.I.E.L.D., okay. Well, you met Jemma. She's basically my sister. Her and Fitz – I think I mentioned him before?" I nodded, recalling her throwing in the name in one of her stories. "They're together and they've been with me since I was recruited a few years ago. We've been through a lot together, but they've got my backs and I've got theirs."

I smiled at the carefree expression on her face. Just talking about them put her at ease and I felt a little better knowing that her time after high school wasn't completely terrible like I imagined.

"Then there's Coulson, of course," she continued, glancing at me every now and then to see if I was listening. "He's basically our dad. He's the reason I'm even with S.H.I.E.L.D. and he's always looking out for me, even when I'm doing stupid stuff."

"So, regularly then."

She nudged me in the arm at my comment, making me chuckle.

"He was how I learnt about my family," she explained. "There for me when I found them. When I got my powers. When I lost my family... he's been there through it all. I'd do anything for him."

I watched her carefully. "He sounds important to you."

Her lips curved into a small smile as brown eyes met mine. "He is."

She continued to tell me about the rest of her team and what everything was like at work, and the whole time she did, she was smiling.

"I'd love for you to meet them all," she finished, and I was surprised at the hint of nervousness in her voice. I didn't think she ever got nervous. "I mean, you've met Jemma, but the others– you should meet them, too. If you want to, that is."

"I'd like that," I said instantly, appreciating the way her eyes lit up and she tried very hard to hide her smile.

She cleared her throat, distracting from the pink spreading on her face, before asking, "So, you basically know about everything interesting that's happened to me these past nine or so years. What about you? Anything life-changing occur for you?" I opened my mouth to answer, and she added, "Apart from travelling around the world and being an investigative journalist?"

I feigned offence. "I hardly think that's fair. That's like me asking you not to talk about working for S.H.I.E.L.D. or being Quake."

Rolling her eyes playfully, she said, "Go on. Tell me something different."

I looked away from her in thought, thinking back to the past nine years. "I guess... oh, I know. I was almost married."

Her jaw dropped. "You were what?"

A laugh escaped my lips at her intrigued expression. She shook her head with disbelief.

"I have to know more," she insisted, before raising her brows. "You? Almost married?"

"It does sound strange," I agreed with amusement, before recalling the event. "It was about two years ago. I was with this guy who worked at the same paper I did. We'd been together for about a year and–"

"–and you realised he had a second family in the Bahamas?" she finished with a roguish grin.

"Very funny." I narrowed my eyes jokingly. "But no. I just realised I didn't love him. Well, I wasn't in love with him."

"Ouch."

"Ouch indeed." I paused, remembering the poor guy's face when I broke the news to him. "It was a month into the engagement when I told him the truth. He was very understanding, but–"

"–but you broke his poor little heart," she concluded, before wrapping an arm around my shoulder and tugging me closer. "Dear Y/N. The heartbreaker."

"Fuck off."

She laughed when she saw me attempting to fight a smile from my lips. Though eventually, one appeared anyway. Daisy always had the ability to bring out the best in me like that – I'd missed it.

"How about you anyway?" I asked, hoping for an opportunity to tease her in return. "Any boyfriends or girlfriends I should know about? Crazy exes, maybe?"

She snorted, swallowing her coffee before giving me a knowing look. "You're gonna need to brace yourself for this one. I doubt you'll believe me when it comes to this."

I rose an eyebrow with curiosity. "Damn, you've got me hooked, Johnson. Proceed."

And of course, that was the first and last time I heard about Agent Grant Ward. An interestingly dark tale of a dickhead of a man whose existence I was glad was no more.

"...so, do I win?" Daisy asked once she finished talking about him.

"Win what?"

She stared like it was obvious. "The best ex story, duh!"

"Wow." I snickered, shaking my head. "I guess you do."

Fist-pumping like an idiot, she said, "Knew it. Nothing ever beats homicidal psychopath almost-boyfriend."

"You need help."

"No, no I don't. I have you."

"Uh-huh."

"Love you, too." 

—

Three months passed since returning from Myanmar and I was finally in a place where I could return to work. Even though I'd been putting together my research and interviews into a coherent news story at home, I hadn't physically been back to the newsroom in about a year.

My therapist had been helping me to treat my PTSD, my physical therapy was helping me get back function in my shoulder and arm, and the injury itself was almost healed, though I still had to wear a cast. Everything was actually beginning to look up.

I'd even sent off the complete news series about what I'd discovered in Myanmar to my editor which got published just before I returned to work. So, of course, as soon as I got there, that was the first thing everybody congratulated me on.

"Views have been going through the roof," Taylor, my colleague and closest friend at work, said as soon as he spotted me walking to my desk. "Your story is all anybody has been talking about!"

"Good to see you, too," I joked, an attempt to disguise my embarrassment at all the attention. "It's only been a year since we last saw each other."

He gave me a grin. "You know I missed you, Y/L/N, get over here."

I rolled my eyes playfully but accepted his hug, being careful of my shoulder. He squeezed me gently before letting go and perching himself on the edge of my desk as I took a seat. It felt strange to be back, but a good strange.

"I still can't believe you're actually here in the flesh," he said after a moment, eyeing me suspiciously. "I've been so used to quick calls and texts where I try to convince you not to do stupid stuff."

Chuckling, I shot him an appreciative smile. "You know I'm grateful for that. Even if I didn't listen."

"You not listening helped you get the best story though," he countered. "I bet you didn't expect S.H.I.E.L.D. to make the bust in the end though."

I sighed, shaking my head. "Definitely not. But I owe them a lot. They saved my life."

His expression softened. "That's another thing... thanks for not dying on me."

"You're welcome," I returned, though appreciated what he meant. "Now. Catch me up on everything I missed. Gossip an' all."

That was enough for him to pull up a seat and remind me of everything I'd missed whilst being away. We'd spoke many times whilst I was gone, but nothing quite beat a good bitching session in person.

Eventually though, our editor ended up interrupting and asked to see me in her office. I wasn't worried in the slightest, but there was still that tiny part of me that imagined the worst.

"You can stop holding your breath, y'know," Karla told me when I stopped before her desk. She seemed amused as she added, "I wanted to congratulate you on the human trafficking story."

Relaxing my shoulders, I raised my brows. "Oh. I– thank you. I'm glad you liked it."

"You put a lot on the line to get the results you did, but it shows," she continued proudly. "You've made an excellent name for yourself and done your fellow journalists proud."

"I didn't do it for that," I said politely, "but thank you. I just wanted to help those people in Myanmar the best I could."

She smiled. "And you did."

"Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. did."

"But you shared the truth, didn't you?" she reminded me. "Don't belittle this achievement."

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet and watched as she took a seat at her desk chair.

"I heard that it was Quake who saved you back there," she said curiously. "You know, we've never actually gotten an interview with her. Nobody has."

Oh, so that's what she actually wanted.

"I thought, well, since you know her, you could get us an exclusive?" she asked.

I chewed on my lip. "Erm..."

"You don't have to," she added, noticing my reluctance. "But it could be good for everyone. The city can get to know its hero, you can get a great interview under your belt. And our paper gets all the views. What d'you say?"

I was beginning to regret putting that one quote from Daisy in my article now... I should have known Karla would want more. That was the thing with editors – you give them one taste and they want to eat the whole thing.

"I'll ask," I decided, which she seemed to love. "No harm in asking, but I can't promise anything."

Karla leaned back in her seat, nodding. "Very true. Thank you for understanding. I'll let you settle back into work now. Remember to take it easy, yeah? Don't want to lose my best journalist from overworking herself."

I smiled awkwardly as she laughed, before nodding in response and leaving her office.

It wasn't that I didn't want to interview Daisy, but I didn't want to ruin what we had by asking for a favour. Everything between us was going well, even if it was probably temporary and she'd have to leave soon. I assumed that anyway. And on top of that, I was certain I was falling in love with her again, just like I had nine years ago.

Could you blame me? It was impossible to just remain friends with her when she went through all this extra effort to make sure I was okay. Her kind, considerate, supportive self was always on my mind whether I liked it or not. A girl could dream, right?

After my first day back, Daisy picked me up outside. She insisted when she rang me at lunchtime to make sure I was okay, wanting to know everything about how my first day went. I couldn't find it in myself to say no, so I eventually found her sat on a chair in the lobby when I came downstairs after work.

[bumblesimagines]

Listen Before I Go

Request: Yes or No

There are gonna be a bunch of different lyrics at the start and end of the fics (mostly from Listen Before I Go lol)

Summary: After getting kicked out by his ex, (Y/N) finds a place to stay at while he looks for his own place. His boss, and best friend, tells him her cousin owns a place with a spare room. (Y/N) moves in and attempts to avoid the other tenants but Gael has other plans.

~

Take me to the rooftop

I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue

Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious

Leave me like you do

You continued to write draw in your notebook, coping the buildings and streets. The mixture of smoke from your cigarette and the music coming from your headphones filled your senses. Callie, a new tenant, watched as you drew quietly. You didn't mind her presence since she didn't bother you or ask too many questions.

"Maybe I'll work up the courage to get a tattoo and go to you." Callie said, finishing her wine. You sent her a smile, glancing at her innocent face. She returned the smile before excusing herself back to her room. You took your cigarette away from your lips, holding it between your middle and index finger. The smoke drifted past your lips and up into the air, the wind taking it away. You began to space out, remembering exactly why you had to live at The Coterie.

"I bought the place! It's my fucking apartment!" Josh screamed. You stared at him in disbelief.

"You're the one who fucking cheated on me and I'm the one being kicked out?!" You shook your head, throwing your hands up.

"You know what? Fuck it, I don't care! I'll gladly leave your ass."

You snapped back to reality when you heard water splashing. You glanced back at the male swimming before focusing on your notebook. You began to shade the drawing, squinting your eyes slightly as you attempted to focus with eyes on your bare back. You could hear the water splashing against the edges and swallowed, dry throat aching.

"You're finally out of your room." You looked away from your paper, looking at the soaking man. You shrugged lightly, looking back at your paper. You used the pencil as a bookmark and closed your notebook.

"How come you never talk to us?" Gael asked. You had been a little dry.

You sighed, returning from a long shift at the shop. You had lots of appointments and some walk-ins.

"Oh! You're finally home! Guys, this is the newest tenant, (Y/N)!" Alice introduced you to the others. Some waved, others smiled, and some simply nodded. A handsome guy approached you.

"I'm Gael." You nodded, glancing at his hand.

"I'm gonna be in my room.. I had a long day." You said quietly, mostly to Alice, before heading to your room. You were still hurting from the sudden breakup.

"I.. I'm just.. Trying to get over stuff." You replied softly, moving away from the bricked wall. You butted out your cigarette, letting it drop to the floor.

"You might not know us well enough, but we're here if you ever need to talk." Gael said softly, eyes holding a comforting shine. You nodded, walking away from him. You headed to your room, entering and closing the door behind you. With a sigh, you collapsed onto your bed, tossing your notebook onto the desk nearby.

You smiled, listening to Paloma rant about a cilent. You chuckled quietly, coloring the drawing from the night before.

"I can't handle some of these people! Like, your man is the one who came asking for a tattoo. If you don't want another bitch touching him, do it yourself!" She huffed. You looked up, hearing two knocks on your slightly open door.

"Hold on, Lo." You said before putting her on pause. Gael gave you a small smile.

"You should smile more often." He said.

"Did you need something?" You asked, continuing to work on your drawing.

"It's time for dinner."

"I'm not hungry, I ate earlier." You glanced up at him. Gael hummed.

"You're gonna have to talk to everyone eventually." You looked at him, standing up and approaching him.

"Yeah, it'll be later rather than sooner. Goodnight, Martinez." You pushed him back slightly before attempting to close your door but Gael pushed against it. You sighed, pulling it back.

"Fine, I'll eat with you then."

"What?" You asked but Gael walked away from you. Before you knew it, Gael returned with a plate. Your lips parted, watching him enter you room and sit at your empty desk. Thankfully you had organized it in the morning. You gave up, knowing he wouldn't budge. You closed the door and went back to your bed, unpausing Paloma.

"Finally, wey! Why'd you pause me?" Paloma asked. You glanced at Gael.

"Can I say hi?" Gael stood up, climbing onto the bed and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Oh? Who's this?"

"Gael, he's a tenant." You said, watching Paloma raise her slitted brows. You nudged Gael off.

"Go eat your food, I don't want the mice in my room." You mumbled. Gael did so, eating his food with a cheeky grin. Paloma hummed, a smug look at her face. You rolled your eyes.

"Didn't you have some bad news, or something?" You asked. Paloma's smugness dropped and was replaced with a frown.

"Yeah... Someone stopped by today.." Your eyes drifted from your paper to her face as you slowly stopped coloring.

"Who?"

"Josh." You licked your lips, inhaling softly. "Oh."

"Yeah.. I told him you moved into a different part of the city, far from where you're at now. He won't be bugging you, I promise." Paloma assured. You nodded, feeling Gael's eyes on you. He silently stood, plate in hand before leaving. Gael returned, sitting on the bed and watching you, deep in thought.

"How many clients do I have tomorrow?" You asked, scratching the nape of your neck, a habit of yours when you were uncomfortable.

"Uh, like about.." Paloma looked away from her phone, the sound of shuffling paper coming from the phone.

"Four cilents.. You'll probably get off early if there aren't any walk-ins." Paloma replied. You hummed before the sound of a baby crying made you flinch. Paloma chuckled, giving you an amused grin.

"Mommy duties, I'll see you tomorrow." She said before hanging up. You smiled gently, turning off your phone and going back to the drawing.

"Cilents? Where do you work at?" Gael asked, moving so he was beside you.

"Tattoo shop." You replied softly, finishing the drawing. Gael hummed, his interest being elsewhere.

"If you don't mind me asking, who's Josh?" Gael asked, voice becoming soft.

"My ex."

"Damn, is he bothering you?" He asked. You shrugged.

"I blocked his number and social media. He's the one who kicked me out anyways." You said, snapping a picture of the finished product and posting it.

"Why are you always so.. Alone? You don't like us?" You remained silent, flipping through your pages. "Or do you think you're better than us?"

"I don't want to get attached to anyone. Especially fuckboys." You looked at him. Gael cocked his head.

"Attached? As in-"

"Thinking I can trust them and then getting backstabbed." You clarified, eyes hardening.

"You talk to Callie-"

"Yeah, cause she spills everything to everyone. I already know her backstory and I didn't even have to ask. I like people like her." You said. Gael straightened up.

"I have-"

"I don't wanna know your life story, Gael. Just like I don't wanna be friends, with you or anyone here. Why bother when everyone's gonna leave eventually?" You looked back down at your paper, saying the last part quietly and to yourself but Gael heard it.

"You'll be a card nut to crack but you'll crack, eventually." He stood up from the bed, giving you a smile as he headed towards your bedroom door and opened it.

"Night, (Y/N)." With that, he closed the door, leaving you in silence.

Sorry can't save me now

Sorry I don't know how

Sorry there's no way out (sorry)

But down

Hmm, down

[the-firebird69]

He stands out there for hours sometimes in his yard across the street or here he's going back and forth all day long he's threatening our son's mail and it's a federal post office and it's illegal to do what he's doing and he's sending code and they know what the code means he's a bum and he's a loser he's trying to steal our son's mail which is probably not even coming today and he's a fool but he's broadcasting it and saying it out for other people's mail to be taken so I'm posting this because this is the boob doing the ordering for all those idiots you see running around trying to do stupid things to people now he's touching himself and inappropriately in public and he's a winner okay this guy is a piece of dog s***

Repressing new charges against him and we're going to file them shortly with the local courthouse and he's going to be real surprised when they come and pick him up no cuz he gets picked up every day it sits there like some f****** ignorant slob that can dump faces like a kid getting people mad and they punch him out. He also loses all of his stuff in Florida like everyday by being a complete a******. Is also out to lunch and sitting there talking to him no he's having this translated from voice you saying it so he can hear it in the idiot can't figure it out. He's lost about 95% of his fortune by being here next door illegally and he's lost it to people around him and to the government and to Tommy F mostly the last one and he continues to be an a****** and that's why they're doing it to him and he refuses to change his attitude and his motif and motive modus and everybody's taking it out on him. And he's lost all his spaceships and he's lost probably 75 to 80% of his personnel in total including clones and the guy refuses to acknowledge that any of it happens he is a complete absolute jerk okay the guy is an animal he does not have the audits program he's a cheesy program and they kicked him out of Carnegie Mellon because he's not a real programmer all he does is place things together and he doesn't even modify it and he has been going around killing Max in punta Gorda and he just leave him here to annoy our son so wondering why well we went out and there's a whole bunch of idiots around and they cut them in half in the past hour is the same thing. And bja is going after him hard he's sending troops after him here in Florida on the constant basis he refused to shut up he refuses to go away won't stop bothering people is it his gigantic blaspheme we're done at court finally more charges we want to restraining order that is acted upon not one that's scoffed at and mocked

I'm ready I'm charges myself cuz I want them to stick I'm going to send them to buy toll and got his wife and I'm going to tell him how to present them because these are my charges and he's filing his own too against that he's that John remillard is harassing him. And we're going to make sure that they stick so what this a****** next door when he shouldn't be there. Sherry is not in a position to do anything the storm is on her and she's having a lot of fun now and she tried to move out and couldn't and she tried to reinforce the place and she just ended up boarding it up and she looked at the roof and it's firmly attached with clips she said and she boarded the windows up from the inside and he said it's better than nothing but if you can screw them on it's best and it's easier to screw them on than it is to hammer them on a few tack it up there with two nails and your pre-drill seven or eight holes or 10 you can screw it in minutes so she did the procedure and said that is much easier so she did it on another Windows they were done yet and she had a great time she said she precuts them all she goes around tacks it up and then drills it in place and it works really good you said she's not really cutting the wood that close and she tried it once and said if you cut it to the width of the trim outside you can put it right on the trim and pre-drill all the holes you can even put all the screws in parkway or was like almost all the way so it's not sticking out even what I like to do is stick the tip out on a couple she did it that way and said what is this guy do for a living it's construction so it's stuck on there a little and she went and screwed it on this weekend and much easier and safer she said screw them all in and minutes got down it was done before lunch the whole house and she concentrated on other stuff getting supplies. Now it's going to help her because the storm would rip the roof off but now it's not going to she's worried about it getting carried away in the wind and she says she doesn't have any cable and someone said it's not good cuz it might break the back of the roof that's true but sometimes you can cable it down but if you don't have any clips or metal you really have to tie it to the wall and it needs some kind of special clip to do that but you said it works she said but it is the most difficult tedious thing that you've ever done this is oh the the ceiling is part of the roof so it's kind of a waste of time but if you take a board and you if you had cables you said you don't have cable she said that she doesn't have cables no okay it's almost impossible without it cable so she's looking for a cable and you just screw a board for boys and like four rafters and then two on one side of the roof and two in the other and you bolt the cable to the top plate and you both the cable to the board and tight to and you you do it to the wall and the reason you do that is that you can drill into the top played in an angle but it's a lot of work and she said it is a lot of work we did see it it's a sturdy house and it's old but usually they are intact after the Storm so she might just go with what she's got and some people say not to do that because of you uneven force and our son says it will not be as uneven as you think because both sides of the roof will be held and if there's a weak spot the weak spot might move but it's not going to move the rest of the roof like it would have so Stan sees it and says you could do it if you can it's a lot of work and you'll be tired you have to have beef she has that so they're working together on it and someone says the design isn't right and you can do it at the Gable ends and you can do it there too it's probably a small thing you do but this guy's a butensky too we want to hear from him at all and when I'm out and go on and he just keeps on budding in like people want to hear from him he's ridiculous so stooge so going after him and we're going to lay him low and I'm fine with my charges now

Thor Freya