#but that will help me pay the $200 off right in the beginning of the semester

[just-a-jock]

Doctors appointment

You’ve always hated the doctors office and appointments. Something about waiting around, taking off work early or even entirely just to be told to get some rest always bothered you. After getting your new insurance your friends and family kept pressing for you to get your yearly physical and ended up crumbling to the pressure. You looked online for the first appointment that wouldn’t interior your work and found a 7PM appointment with Dr.Hendrix.

You were happy to find an appointment outside of normal working outs and shocked to even see it was available but you immediately booked it. Cut to today where you are walking into the clinic, Hendrixxx MD. You saw on the sign sounds more like a porn studio than a doctors office. After checking in, the abnormally attractive nurse showed you to the patient room.

As you sat down you looked around the room filled with pictures of insanely buff gay men all partying

“All my patients, aren’t they attractive”

You jump in the chair from being surprised and then turn around and see the attractive 20-something in doctor getup.

“Hi, my name is Dr. Hendrix. I’ll be helping you today” he said we a confidence of a high school jock. He reached out to shake your hand as you see his shirt strain with every movement clear sign of someone who buys their shirt once size too small.

“It’s nice to meet you” you respond shyly as he smirks

“Now let’s see you’re here for your physical…. Okay can you please change out of your clothes and into this” he said rummaging through his drawer until he pulled out a small beige color brief.

“Uh…. What is that. I’m not putting that on” you respond with a bit of worry and shock

“This is standard for any physical preformed in my clinic. I have to inspect your body and skin and I can’t do that with your clothes on. If you don’t want to then we can cancel this appointment but you will be charged the channel fee which is 200% of the service without insurance” he responded smirking almost like he’s said this exact spiel before.

“And how much would that be” you respond

“Well a normal physical here cost $550 per session so you would have to pay $1100.”

You swallow knowing you don’t have enough in your savings to pay that. After sometime you decide what’s the worse that can happen you do have to get a physical anyways and you are already here. You grab the pair from his hand as he smirks watching you walk to the small bathroom in the office.

Inside you start to change out of your clothes and take a glance at the brief before you put it on. The material felt like spandex very similar to the speedos those annoying instagays wear while at the beach. On the top right corner near the groin you noticed the brand name “Jake”. Finally you put the briefs on, feeling the slick Lycra material against your skin especially against your cock making you shiver.

As you walk back in the exam room you see the doctor smile.

“Great, please sit down and we can begin” he said patting on the examination chair

As you sit down on the cold table as Dr. Hendrix looked over your body and going back and forth from his clipboard. He begins touching your body all over specify your biceps, pecs and abs. You were about to say something until…

“So unfortunately you do have a condition called male hypogonadism. Basically your body doesn’t produce enough testosterone.”

You look at him with shock. You have always been healthy and your precious doctors have never mentioned anything about low testosterone.

“ just to confirm I’m going to need to take a look at your testicles” he said

“What? No, why?” You replied in shock and confusion

“Due to your testicles being the center of testosterone production it would give me a better picture”

After taking sometime to ponder you decide to go with it as you wanted to avoid anything bad in the future. You pull down the briefs and let him inspect your private area. You looked at the ceiling trying to avoid eye contact while examined your parts. You felt like he was down there for a while until you felt a sharp pain right in your balls. Quickly looking down your eye widen seeing a needle being struck inside your sack. Inside the syringe was a semi-viscous off-white liquid being slowly pushed inside. Before you’re even able to react the entirety of the needle has been injected into your balls. You finally push back the doctor and fall back onto the chair quickly pulling up the briefs.

“WHAT THE FUCK, what did you put into me” you scream at him as he gets up from the ground with a smirk

“Calm down, I injected you with a testosterone booster to help your body produce more testosterone naturally”

“I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT, I’m going to fucking report you to the medical board and get to clinic closed” you said putting your hands on the side of the chair about to get up

“You really can’t make this easy” he replied as he pressed a button underneath his desk. 4 clamps came out of the chair you were sitting at and locked themselves around your wrist and legs. You fight against the restraints but seem to be holding you tighter the more you fought.

“Now that I finally have you settled I can explain to you the procedure. Normally have plenty of guys coming to my office looking for testosterone boosters to help them bulk up but you just wanted a regular check up. Well I couldn’t have someone like you be a regular at my clinic and representing my work so I decided to change you to be more like the others that come out of her”

“ You won’t fucking get away with this freak, let me go!” You shout at him and simultaneously asking for help.

“Oh but I had even a better idea. My clinic finally got access to a trail run of this new medication which is Testosterone replacement therapy and that’s what I inject in you. Basically the medication is mixed with DNA and injected into the subject. Slowly the medication will rewrite the subjects DNA into the provided template. Of course I wanted to try this out first so I decide for you to be my test dummy.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what he is doing to you.

“Haha yes I inject some of my semen inside your testicle and soon the process will start wor…”

“AHHHH” you screamed as he was caught off. You immediately starts to feel a sharp hot heat radiating from your cock and balls. “Fuck fuck what did you do to me” you say with your eyes closed. Your body starts to involuntarily start to buck in the air.

“I guess the show has started” he responds smirking and siting back in his desk chair

With the repeated bucking in the air you start to notice your cock get insanely hard straining against the speedo. Your balls start to pull like they have their own heart beat. Slowly your cock starts to expand past it’s normal hard state creating a noticeable bulge in the speedo, the growing balls behind it don’t help in hiding it either as it continues to push your cock to forefront of the brief creating a perfect outline of your cock. You feel inside your ball changing as if your old cum is being destroyed. Your cum factories are being invaded and being modified to produce a foreigners substance. The pulsing starts to increased as you knew it has finally taken over and has started to produce the new boosted testosterone. The hormones starts to travel through your body ready to modify the rest to the provided template

“Please…. Stop..” you’re able to squirm before the change continue on.

Next your body hair starts to fall out leaving your body smooth like those typical gay fuckboys you see all over the beach. Though you notice certain areas actually increase in volume and of course the typical fetish zones. Your armpit hair starts to puff up becoming dark and noticeable from a far. And lastly you lock down as your pubes starts to climb up like ivy on a wall until they rest just above the briefs taunting anyone looking at your cock.

As your body hair finishes up the hormone start to target the main cause of gay desire, your muscles. Slowly your legs start to inflate growing large and strong like you have been doing squats since your teenage years along with your ass growing outwards and making your seat a little more comfortable. You do notice your hole slightly relax cementing yourself as the perfect verse . Your biceps grow along to match your new legs until they are the size of footballs. Next you feel the changes concentrate on your core as a set of washboard abs start to manifest on the service of your stomach perfectly completing the exposed pubes from before. You even notice them growing a little more upwards to perfect the change. Lastly came the beautiful set of pecs which started to pump outwards matching the pulses of your balls. They finally create a nice shelf over your abs as your nipples darken and start to point outward. The changes to your muscles settle as your body looks identical to the hot doctor in front of you. You open your eyes and look around thinking the changes are over until your balls start to pulsate once again. The sensation travels up your body until your head feels a massive pressure. Slowly your bone structure starts to morph mimicking that of the doctors. Your lips plump outwards ready to introduce every and all cocks it can find. Your cheekbones move upwards giving you a sharp face and a semi permanent smile. All the fat melts away from your neck leaving behind a jawline that can cut glass and a prominent adams apple. The changes settle thinking the last of it has happened and pleading to the doctor to change you back.

“Please please, I don’t want this. I want to be me” you beg of him

“Oh don’t worry, you’re going to love your life after a while and you won’t even remember your old one” he said pressing another button as the restraints pull you down forcing you to lay backside to the chair as you stair at the ceiling. You hear him opening his drawer again and rummaging around until he starts to walk over to you.

“Now this is the final step before you become the perfect clone” he said placing a pair of oil spill colored glasses. You scream as he slowly places the glass onto your face until they sit perfect. You immediately quiet down as he smirks know it’s working.

Your eyes are forced open as inside the glasses start to display videos of memories foreign to you. All you can do is grunt trying to fight back from these new memories forcing them selfs inside your brain replacing your old. Your mind is completely enthralled and you almost don’t notice the doctor has pulled down your speedo and whispers something under his breath

This will help the reprogramming along. He places something over his….. your cock. You start to freak out knowing the reprogramming has started to take effect your mind not being able to between him and yourself. As he ticks the speedo back into place you notice this foreign object get right around the base of your cock and slowly start to buzz creating an orgasmic feeling making your mind even weaker and more susceptible to the brainwashing.

Your mouth opens as the video starts to play more explicit images and videos. Guys fucking, partying, doing drugs everything typical of a circuit party gay. The buzzing gets even stronger during these parts causing you to moan. Soon your cock starts to produce precum creating a large wet spot at the front of the cream colored brief. Finally with the last of the programming finishing up you finally see

CUM

With that your body shakes as your cock shoots loads of your old cum all over the inside of your speedo which is quickly soaked up. The doctor finally releases you from the restraints as your body gets up you realize you can still hear, feel and see everything but your body does not respond to your thoughts.

“It worked perfectly. You’re a 1 to 1 replica of myself. Now the technology of the reprogramming is still in being worked on so I’ll need you to keep the glasses on for now. Understood”

“yes” your body responds in a foreign voice and against your will

“Great, now here are my keys and I booked you.. I mean me a flight to Hawaii. I’m going to need you to post content on our profile and make sure to tell guys about our clinic. Now enjoy”

Your body leaves the room still in your speedo. The nurse at the front smirks knowing what just happened.

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A few weeks later you are staying at a resort working out in the complimentary outdoor gym. You noticed some guy keeps looking at you throughout your workout. He finally comes up to you while you’re working on the dumbbells

“Wow you’re built as hell bro. Got any tips?” He asked

“Haha come to my room and I can show you” I replied smirking as he got the hint.

#muscle #jock #biceps #hunk #jock tf #nerdtojock #speedo #doctor #pecs #himbo #himbo tf #tyler hendricks

[lordelmelloi2]

we need help again...

I hate hate hate hate to make this post but we could really use some help. Mostly because I am uninsured until my job opens enrollment for its health insurance in June and on the eve of us signing the apartment lease tomorrow, I have contracted strep throat from my coworkers. Hooray!

I'm gonna try and get an appointment at the community health center doctor's tomorrow because I straight up don't have the money or time to go to the CVS minuteclinic across the street. They said it was $139 for a strep appointment without insurance, I said hell no... If I wait another day I can try and get a sliding scale $40 appt at the doctors. Right now is just stressful because we need money and because they didn't give us our security deposit back I'm not going to have enough money for my bills the beginning of the month. Plus there are literally THREE prescriptions I have asides from however much a Z pack will likely cost and one of them is an ointment from a compound pharmacy that I don't have money to pay for~!!!! 😭😭😭

Asides from that I am afraid that we miscalculated how much we have for rent for May so I'm trying to see about covering those costs so we aren't paying 3 days late into the month of May for our May rent first month. I really don't want to have a bad first impression with these people. They've been very kind to us so far with renting this new place but I don't want to push the limits.

I've already asked my dad for help but he wasn't able to spare enough for us to be totally covered + he needs me to pay him back by August. During the month of April I also applied to multiple credit unions for personal loans and got rejected...

So my total expenses are:

- Medication/Doctor's visit (including pre-existing prescriptions that I haven't had the money to pick up) ($160)

- Phone bill ($75 for this first month, should be going down next month as verizon charges my account with different coding)

- costs for rent/move (like hopefully $200 idk. I think we can swing the last hundred)

In addition: Because of my history of struggling with commissions due to my psychiatric disability, I don't really want to do this but if you donate a sum above $100 you can ask me to digitally paint something for you. Please no complicated requests or anything since I've been struggling with art for years now from depression/anxiety etc. but I would feel indebted to you if I didn't do anything. If this is something you'd like please DM me/send me an ask off anon.

* As for why we have been so financially fucked this month. Our current apartment complex (yes the one with the leaks, roaches, harmful construction noises etc.) has kept our security deposit which has us out $300 that we could've used towards the new place. They have fucked us over one last time.

My paypal as always is at: paypal.me/roseod

And please share if you can. Every reblog/donation of even a small amount is appreciated. Thank you all so much for supporting me.

#mutual aid

[blackboxwarrior]

Unexpected Debts Cleaned Me Out (thanks paypal) MOSTLY SETTLED

tldr; im 24, I have a 1700 dollar mortgage, an unknown amount in car repair bills(minumum 200, maximum i have to replace the car), and now nearly 600 dollars in debt because paypal wants me to kms myself. Im handing it on my own best I can and I'll be able to recover within a few months but without outside help the next few months are going to be rough- thus no goal, and whatever I get out of this will be put towards fixing the above problems.

Full story under the cut or dm me if you got questions. Dont feel guilty if you cant donate, if you have/want to trigger tag this, etc. Everything helps, well wishes are appreciated. This will, hopefully, only need to remain up in the 2 week pay period between today and 7/27 when my next paycheck comes in and I'll be able to handle my own shit more effectively.

Paypal @rragebound Raised 585/???

So I'm 24, living with my boyfriend, a housemate, and my terminally ill father. I work full time at a salon at the moment, and recently a few things happened.

First: My housemates car, and one of two main forms of transportation between myself him and my boyfriend had its radiator fan go out- or at least thats the running theory. That takes that vehicle completely out of commission.

Second: Paypal went against the settings I put down and continuously overdrafted a bank account I thought I removed. I can handle the money I knew I was spending, but every transaction also incurred a 37 dollar fee and its been like this since the beginning of june. Neither paypal nor the bank informed me of this. Cunts.

Third: I'm having to quit my job to pursue a new, better job. There is no transfer time, no time off, im going right from one into the other... but of course there has to be associated costs. New uniform, background check, etc.

Other issues earlier in this year have cleared out several thousand in emergency savings. If anything else goes wrong, my boyfriends car needs repairs, someone in the house gets sick or injured, we get an unexpected bill... IDFK what im gunna do. Im mostly just frustrated.

#if this doesnt make any sense im sorry

[autisticlancemcclain]

“I know, buddy, I know.” Keith scratches behind his big dumb dog’s ears, pressing a million kisses to his forehead because he’s got Black to himself for the next day and there’s no one (Shiro) to clown him for it. Kosmo barks excitedly, wagging his floofy tail so fast it beats against the dashboard and system controls. Keith laughs, moving his scratching fingers down the wolf’s head and neck and to his back, where he likes to be scratched best.

“I know you’re hyper, huh?” he coos, blowing a raspberry. “But that’s what you get. You know you always get too excited when you hang out with Lance. You should have stayed with me.”

At the mention of the Red Paladin’s name, Kosmo starts howling, bounding out from Keith’s lap and tumbling to the floor, nails clacking against the metal as he flips around Black’s cockpit.

Keith huffs. “You raise a wolf from a pup, showering him in treats and affection, and you still fall second best to the first guy he meets who teaches him to fetch. Figures.”

It’s ridiculous, is what it is. Two straight years together on the space whale, but Kosmo lays eyes on Lance for one measly second and falls in love. He’s genuinely obsessed with the guy, and it doesn’t help that Lance is unbelievably smug about it, indulging Kosmo’s every whim and burst of affection just to grate on Keith. He has on twelve seperate occasions radioed the Black Lion to talk to Kosmo only, completely ignoring Keith.

“I can’t blame ya,” Keith says quietly. His voice is still a little teasing, still a little exasperated, but even he can hear the gooey fondness in it. “Lance is just that good, huh?”

Kosmo barks again, loud and fast, then flashes as he blips out of existence then back into existence right on Keith’s lap. Keith chokes as 200 pounds of floof is suddenly deposited on his person, but recovers quickly. (Kosmo will never remember that he is no longer a little puppy. Keith is just going to have to get used to having his lungs crushed.)

He starts to stroke Kosmo’s fur again, gently this time, calming him down.

“I should say something,” he says, more to himself than to his dog. “Ugh. I mean, it’s Lance, right? He’s my best friend. He’ll most definitely tease me, but he won’t, like, mock me or anything. He’s good like that. He knows exactly when to be serious, like during that last gala thing we had when we landed on a planet a while back. He just knew I was feeling off, just like that.”

Keith buried his face in Kosmo’s fur, hiding his smile. “He’s just…everything, you know? I’m always thinking about him. I have been for years. Hell, I talked about him so much on that stupid whale that you recognised him before you even met him, buddy. That’s objectively bonkers. But I can’t…” He sighs, leaning back in the pilot seat and staring unseeingly through the windshield. A red dot flashes gently at the bottom corner, but he pays it no mind.

“He’s sweet when no one’s looking. And even when people are looking, sometimes. And I’ll die before I even imply it in his direction, but he’s funny, too. And his fucking brain, dear God, that man could outwit anyone if he was under enough pressure. He saved our asses more than once when we were stumbling our way through this co-leading thing in the beginning. And anyone with eyes can tell that he’s hot.” Keith’s ears burn a little, thinking of the Coalition videos. “Seriously hot. And…leggy.”

He cracks up, embarrassed giggles bubbling up his throat. His next words are muffled by the hand he has pressed to his face. “God, I want him to fuck me up.”

Kosmo raises his head from where it was resting on Keith’s knee, staring at him in what Keith can only assume is judgment.

“Shut up,” Keith says hotly. “You once farted so loud you scared yourself and cried for ten minutes. You don’t get to judge me about being embarrassing.”

Keith is losing it. He is defending his character to a dog. He groans loudly, dragging his hand down his face.

“I should tell him, shouldn’t I,” he mutters. “Just — come out with it. ‘Leandro Esposita-McClain, I am in love with you.’ Straight to the point. Rip off the band-aid.”

Kosmo yips quietly. Keith snorts.

“Yeah, you’re right. That’s crazy. He’s my friend, I don’t want to ruin things. I’ll just suffer in silence the next time he looks at me and the fuckin’ sun bleeds into his eyes and makes them look like golden honey or whatever. Jesus.” He reaches for his book and props it open, muttering to himself. “It’s always the fuckin’ pretty ones that get me, huh?”

Kosmo barks loudly in what can only be agreement, and Keith scoffs, flicking him on the shout. “Yeah, yeah, you lug. Bug off with the teasing and let me read in peace, alright? I’ll tell him someday. He doesn’t need to know now.”

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(A beep echoes through the Red Lion’s cockpit as her paladin slams on the ‘call end’ button, eyes wide and chest heaving, having listened curiously when he’d been radioed out of nowhere mid-conversation between the Bladk Paladin and his dog. And then listened in shock as the Black Paladin had brought up him. Brought up being in love with him, with his heart and his eyes and his legs, apparently.

Red blooms on his cheeks.)

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based on this post by @petricorah

#i just think that keith accidentally confessing to lance via butt dial is hilarious #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #kosmo #keith & kosmo #lance #lance mcclain #klance #pre klance #confession #fluff #whipped keith #pining keith #down bad keith #like actually #brown-eyed lance #brown eyed lance #my writing #fic #longpost

[uhhidkkenny]

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？

𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕏 ℕ𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕪 𝕗 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

꧁𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘?

꧁𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝,𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍) , 𝙿 𝚒𝚗 𝚅, 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔.

꧁𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟿𝚔

You had to basically pinch yourself to collect your thoughts. Escaping the tunnel vision you were having, you were met with the prettiest blue eyes you have ever seen. (not like you haven’t stared at them before) It was that gorgeous douchebag that everyone has a crush on. You had multiple classes with Gojo in highschool but you never expected to see him get into the same University as you. Turns out you guys share 2 classes this semester but you do your best to avoid him and his friends. He was only 2 feet away from you waiting for your answer but your forgot what he even asked. “I-I’m sorry what did you say?” with a shaky voice red cheeks you finally acknowledged the man in front of you.

“I’m behind on some stuff in chemistry and I was trying to see if you were free tonight?” He asks and you feel yourself practically drooling. “I see you studying all the time so I assume your smart.” He says with the biggest grin. If he wasn’t so attractive you would have not even acknowledged him. You are smart but he only thinks you’re smart because your reading in the library right now. He has never even noticed you before today so why should you even help.

“Uh sorry I’m a litt-“ “I’ll pay you.” He says before you can even finish your sentence. He sees your hesitation and proceeds to admit, “If I flunk chemistry I’ll be forced to drop out.” “I’m sorry, I’ve never really tutored before. I don’t know if-“ “I’ll give you $200 if you tutor me for the test coming up.” You hesitate again. “Please y/n.” You stand there in shock. Lips slightly parted. He actually knows your name? You’re absolutely in shock. You both stare at each other for a few moments before you finally give in. He smirks, “Great. Give me your phone.”

“I’m sorry?” You said with a look of confusion but already handing him your phone. He immediately gets to work, unlocking your phone “you should really get a password” he says thinking out loud as he continues. He then puts his info into your phone and stretches him arm super high up, strikes a pose and takes a picture. You are simply dumbfounded. This man is a fucking airhead. He hands your phone back. “I texted myself so I have your number! I’ll text you when to come over tonight.” He says walking off and out of the library. Your just left standing there flustered and speechless.

So here you are standing outside Gojos apartment at 8pm. He didn’t live on campus like everyone else cause he had money. It was only about a 5 minute walk. You texted him to let him know you’re here. To your surprise he’s waiting at the door for you. “Hello.” You say standing in front of the 6ft + man that towers over you. “Come on in! I got snacks.” He says practically shoving you inside. You can’t help but chuckle, he’s treating this like it a sleepover.

He leads you to his giant room of this bachelor pad that he calls an apartment and it’s actually really cozy. You set all your stuff down trying to avoid knocking over the snacks and sit in 1 of the 2 chairs that were already pulled out. You noticed how he went and put his phone by his nightstand and you were thankful that he was prepared to actually study. He takes a seat next to you, scoots a little too close, and you begin the study session.

About 30 minutes into the study session, you suggest he grabs his textbook so he can actually take notes. He’s been practically leaning on your shoulder while you read to him and explain everything about the test you guys will be taking next week. “I like it better this way though. Feels like your the teacher and I can actually pay attention. You know..” what started as his explanation turned into 2 hours and back and forth conversation of absolutely nothing. You’ve both been laughing and eating on the snacks he assorted. It feels more like a date then it did a tutoring session.

Your sitting in the desk chair, leaned back, with your sock covered feet propped up on his bed while he lays his long body across the end on the bed, propped up on his elbow. “Gojo this-“ “Satoru” he says sternly. “Satoru, we haven’t gotten anything done. I feel like a terrible tutor.” You admit, feeling guilty because he already sent you the money to tutor him before you showed up. He ignored what you said. “I like when you say my name.” You roll your eyes. He’s made stupid flirty comments through the night but from what you can tell it’s just his personality. You pull out your phone “I’m being serious. I’m gonna send back the mon-“ “No you’re not.” He says snatching your phone and putting it under his back.

You immediately shoot up to your feel standing at the end of his bed. “Give me my phone.” You whine. It’s like the past few hours you guys have become great friends. You would never act like this in front of someone you barely know, but it’s like you’ve known Satoru your whole life. He moves your phone to the back pocket of his jeans. He sits up to where his legs are hanging off the bed. One leg on each side of you so you’re standing between them. You cheeks automatically turn pink as he adjusts to where he’s leaned back. Supporting his upper body weight with his arms as he leans back.

“Beg for it.” He says with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. You scoff trying to pay off the sudden pulse you feel between your legs. “Can I please have my phone?” You ask half ass not wanting to embarrass yourself. “You can do better than that nerd.” He teases as he starts swing his legs back and forth at the end of the bed. You stay still for a moment before trying to quickly reach for phone that was sticking out his back pocket. He easily grabs your wrist and stand up laughing. You let out a chuckle too but it quickly fades as he towers over you and you begin to step back.

“Aw that wasn’t very nice of you.” He says hand still on your wrist and you continue backing up but he follows your every step until your ass is pressed against his desk. “It’s not nice to take people things.” You say with a dramatic angry pout looking to the side. He releases your wrist only to grab your face to look at him. Your eyes widen as you see him looking you up and down. “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you.” He asks as he gets closer. Pressing his body into yours. Hand still on your face as he wraps his free arm around your waist.

“W-we should get back to studying Gojo.” He pulls your face even closer to his before he moves his face to the crook of your neck. Leaving open mouthed misses “My name is Satoru. I need you to remember that y/n.” His cold tone sends a shiver down your spine. You breathing becomes shaky as he slowly moves his mouth further up your neck to your jaw. “Sat~oruu what if you fail your test.” “I’ll get some nerd to give me the answers.” He says bluntly before pressing his lips to yours softly.

You feel like a statue. You’ve had sex before, you’ve had casual hookups,but it’s been awhile and you never thought Gojo Satoru would make a move on you. He starts to pull away and that’s when you come to your senses and push your mouth against his desperately. The kiss is slow but passionate, as he bites at your bottom lip, you gasp giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Your hands begin to roam his body as his find their way to your back and ass. He is savoring the taste of your tongue on his. Swirling his tongue with yours, flattening his tongue to rub it along yours, even so much as sucking your tongue.

He pulls away to catch his breath, he looks absolutely stunning. His eyes are hooded, lips plump, and face is slightly wet. He looks just as turned on as you. There’s a string of saliva connecting to both of you. He grabs right underneath your plump ass to sit you on his desk completely. “Open” is all he says before you open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. He takes his long slender fingers and slides them right in slowly but he pushes them as far as he can before you let out a light gag. He shifts his body to stand between your legs as he pumps his fingers in and out of your open mouth.

“I bet you’d look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” You close your mouth around his fingers to let out a moan and begin to suck. He pulls his now shiny slick fingers out of your mouth and moves them to between your legs. Thank god you wore a skirt, now he has easy access.moving your panties to the side he runs his fingers against your slit as you wince from the sensitivity. “You’re already so wet for me. If I would have known you were a nerdy little slut I would have done this ages ago.” He says slipping a finger into your sopping wet hole and you let out a hushed moan. His free hand came up to your shirt, lifting it up over your tits, and begins to suck at your nipples.

Your can’t help the small moans escaping as he adds anything finger. “Look at you. You’re leaking all over my desk. Does it feel that good? No one’s ever touched you like this have they nerd?” Your cheeks are red. You can’t even muster up a response to the pure filth leaving his lips that are only adding to the pressure building in your core. Suddenly he’s pulling out his fingers and getting on his knees. He’s grabbing your ankles and placing the heels of your feet on the desk. Spreading your legs, leaving your pussy on full display.

“Such a pretty pussy, all spread open for me. You gonna cum all over my face for me?” He says teasingly while he rubs at your clit with his thumb. You nod your head as you look down to try and meet his gaze. His eyes are locked on your pussy like he’s looking at the Mona Lisa. “Please Satoru” you whine with impatience as he continues to rub slow circles on your clit. He stops his motion to place both of his hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs even farther while leaning in to leave sloppy kisses on your pussy.

All the air in your lungs leave as soon as he looks up at you and he focuses his attention on your clit, flicking his tongue and sucking. “Ah~ Fuck Satoru just like that.” Your moans have gotten harder to hold back. You pull one of your hand to cover your mouth while using the other arm to support your weight. He slaps your thigh and you yelp. “Let me hear you. Wanna know how good I’m making this pussy feel. Tastes so good f’me baby” he says while going back to leaving the sloppiest open mouth knees on your clit. He’s basically making out with your pussy but his tongue is rubbing you in all the right places.

You’re so close to cumming. You’ve removed the hand that was covering your mouth to the back of his head to grind yourself on his tongue. You feel he let out a laugh against your clit. Your thighs begin to shake as you throw your head back and let out a guttural moan once the heat in your stomach finally over flows. Panting as you’re riding through your orgasm, he slows his pace and pulls away to look at you. “Good girl”

He stands up from between your thighs and you pull him in for another sloppy kiss as slips his cock out from his sweatpants and smacks it against your clit. You wince from the sensitivity but pull awash to look down and you notice his length. It’s got the prettiest bubblegum pink tip but your vid’s my nervous. “You afraid to take some dick nerd? I know it’ll fit.” He says teasing.

You take the opportunity to kick him in his chest lightly to back him up to the end of the bed. Once you get up you leave your tight shirt on, but pulled over your titties, and your skirt , but remove your panties. You push Satoru to fall on backwards in the bed. The teasing was too much. Plus you knew you had good pussy so why not show out a little bit. You slowly crawl on top of him until your wet push lips are grinding on his hard cock under you. His hands are on your waist guiding your hips until you slowly lift your hips off of his to line him up with your wet entrance and drop on his length all at once. The sting wasn’t unbearable but it made you take your time at first.

After you feel yourself adjusted somewhat to his length you start to grind yourself on him. His little whines of anticipation and his cute pout as he pants looking up at you. “Aww you look so pretty like this. Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll ride you.” He huffs. “P-please ride me. You’re so fuck-ing tight baby.” You lift your hips up slowly and drop them down just a little faster. Simultaneous moans fall from both of your lips as you set a pace. Satoru’s eyes were fixated on your titties bouncing so you decided to give him a better view. You take your hand off his chest and start to rub at your nipples. He lets out the sluttiest groan, clearly happy with the improved view, and moves his hands to your waist. He plants his feet on the bed and starts to thrust upward into you matching your pace. “S-Satoru feels so good.” “I know it Ah~ does nerd. Your creaming all around my Fuck~ my cock.” He says as he pounds into you. You eventually slump forward from the harsh thrusts. He takes this as his sign to flip you over, fold you in half, and fuck you like he hates you.

“Greedy little pussy s’just sucking me right in huh? You like it? You like seducing your students, nerd?” Your pussy was clenching around his cock and you knew you were close again. “Fuuuuck I’m gonna cum S’toru” “Go on and cum. You’re gonna clean me up after anyways you little slut.” And that was the final straw. “Fuckfuckfuck Satoru yes” You let out a loud moan as you convulsed on his cock. He kept pounding into you while you rode through your high once more.

Suddenly he’s got a handful of your hair pulling you to get on your hands and knees. Facing the end of the bed. Pulling you in front of his giant, glistening, angry pinked tip cock. “Clean your mess.” He says looking down at you with a giant smirk. You immediately get to work. Licking all over his pelvis area, the tops of his thighs, even some parts of his v line before getting to his cock.

Leaving open mouthed kisses all over his cock while he was so close was a dangerous game. He tightened the grip he had on the back of your hair. “Open your mouth.” He demanded again and you obliged again. Only for him to shove his cock all the way down your throat. He set a steady and rough pace as he fucked your throat. Throwing his head back while he let out the prettiest grunts. Your gagging and tears were only fueling him further as you look up at him. “Gonna cum down your throat ok? Gotta swallow it all like a good girl.” He said and you hum in agreement around his back as his pace turns brutal. He’s using your throat like a flesh light. A few more thrusts and he releases his hot cum into your mouth and thrusts it down your throat.

After swallowing it all you look up at Satoru who is leaning down to give you a kiss. It’s full of passion. Both letting out moans into the kiss he bring your body up to your knees so he can lay you down on the bed. Once you’re laid back on his pillows, he collapses directly on top of you with a dramatic groan. You laugh unsure of what to say. You take your hand and start running your fingers through his white locks. He wraps his arms around your waist as he keeps his head on your lower stomach.

“Hey are you free tomorrow? I got a math test coming up and I don’t wanna fail.”

You can feel his grin against your tummy as you roll your eyes, even though you probably won’t be leaving this bed until the morning.

A/N: hopefully y’all like this since y’all asked for it💕

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[queenkoalas-corner-of-hell]

Well the Tobirama characterization poll for Useful (working title) is doing better than I thought, as far as like interacting goes. Ok, so while that does its thing lets talk “Tobirama's Dowry Issue”, I'm once again asking to pick the masses' collective brain to like fact check me and spot the issues I'm not seeing anymore.

Here’s the problem/solutions I'm settling on (well the multiple problems in one mathematical issue, I asked historical reddit but no dice)… it's lengthy, but maybe it'll help someone not writing Tobirama/Madara bc this stuff was a task to figure out.

Yuinou. Like a bride price + food and drink + engagement party but where the family taking whichever spouse is paying for the other family’s investment in the kid. Its almost like a retirement fund for the family whose kid left bc that kid won’t be there to help their elderly parents as much. From what I can tell, it was determined based on how much the that investment was. Now it seems like it's a salary's worth multiplied by the region's exception. (n x salary = yuinou). SO I need Madara's and Tobirama's wages. Easy peasy right? Right?

Ninja Salary. How much everyone makes in Naruto is actually impossible to figure out. Because of the many factors that go into how the economy works in Naruto, you also have the pseudo benefit to have it connected to real world currency. The whole 1 ryo -> 10 yen all well and good but if you know even a passing whiff of an idea of Japan's economic history you begin to see the issues (rant for another day). The only solid thing we have in prices is how pricey the reward for a completed mission is. (Which actually sucks as far as info goes because it implies either an ungodly inflation rate, taxation to the high heavens, and/or ninja are responsible for their own retirement pension.) If we use Itachi's numbers for missions completed that are weighted toward the middle-higher scale and his freakishly well documented amount of time he took to do said missions, dump his D into A we have about 3,300,00 ryo a year/275k a month for a well to do ninja. But what about the warring period?

Wages for our old timey boys. Our best real world example is samurai were paid a nebulous annual 200 koku by their daimyo. If we pretend that the ryo was worth a koku as intended, without the drama of Japan's banking, then he should only be making 16 ryo a month. OBVIOUSLY that's not going to be it in modern standards because the Senju and Uchiha are well off enough to feud. You can't feed and clothe an army on 160 yen a month unless inflation actually hit the Naruto world like a freight train. (Honestly, possible, those wars had to be doing something). So the Ryo had to have lost value before Kishimoto decided the 1 ryo = 10 yen thing or whatever Narutoverse's equivalent of a koku was is vastly different. But if we take the actual worth of a koku in modern terms we can guess the Naruto ryo's worth. To clarify 1 koku should be enough rice to feed a man a year, about 150 kg/330 lbs. If 1 kg of rice is 463 yen then 1 koku would be 69,450 yen aka 6,945 ryo. Make that 200 koku and you get 1,389,000 "ryo" a year, 115,750 a month. It may not be 3m. But! What we get from that is real world historical buying power... which I can use to do some typical writer BS. If a clan of 200 had an active 50 ninja, consumed 200 koku minimum then the income of the clan as a whole would be around 66,561,000 ryo a year from ninja alone. Not counting purchasing metals or cloth or livestock that can be refined by the non shinobi or already processed things and luxuries like spices and medicines. The civilians would make a generous 7k annually (some likely not making anything because they're children and some being too old to work) so all together they'd add 1,225,000 ryo which again would likely go towards food and clothing costs but it would lessen the burden on the shinobi being bread winners (even though they are), it'd keep a certain level of luxury to the main clan's living conditions.

All these factors considered it'd make 200k ryo a month for an heir, maybe 250k for a leader. (2-2.5 million yen (14,880-18,600 USD or 13,496-16,870 EUR as far as conversion goes today)) So now we got (n x 200k = yuinou), what about this region number? Well, I can can be completely arbitrary with this since the only examples I have are modern. 3 or 4 wouldn't be a strange number, so let's say the low end is 3 x 200k and the extreme high end would be 4 x 250k. Making a yuinou between these clans a whopping 600k ~ 1m "ryo", this number would work for most of us in the Warring Clan corner of Naruto. It's an obscene amount considering 72% of people following the tradition now is half or lower as much. It does work though when you consider how old money both clans are. Madara/Izuna marrying Hashirama or Tobirama. Hashirama/Tobirama marrying Madara or Izuna, heck, it's a good estimate for how much yuinou was paid for Mito.

But then... what is Tobirama's dowry? Yuinou isn't dowry, it's coming from the Uchiha... and there are manuals for appropriate items to take from your parents home to where you're marrying into (I just can't read or find them so second hand sources are my main). Amount though... Basically I'm going to fudge it after looking at the buying power of the clan and Tobirama himself. Then fudge it more to fit the story I'm concocting. Will anyone care? Probably not. But I spent the last two days down this rabbit hole simply because I needed to know what was within Tobirama's monetary means. The driving point of my yaoi slash fic is the man doing everything he can to be useful.

(Also if you found this doing a deep search for Naruto economics or Japan's traditional marriage practices, I am so sorry.)

#i should mention that this is #madara x tobirama #madatobi #but like adjacent #warring states period #naruto hcs #in depth headcanon #fictional economic nightmares #fact check #plz im begging #im losing my mind #i need help #historical and mathmatical help #and maybe mental help

[ineffablefool]

I was wondering if you finished and plan to publish the Umbrella AU? I checked your account and I couldn't find it anywhere (sorry if I just didn't notice). I would really gladly read it! (I desperately need it)

Finished, no; still plan to publish, though, yes.

I realized something like a year and a half ago that the story needed a structural overhaul from the beginning before I could move on to its conclusion. (Example: Crowley never actually indicates what he does for a living, in like six months of increasingly close friendship. Even when he hangs out at the bookshop for hours at a time "putting in some hours" on his laptop. So how does he pay his bills? I have no idea.) Then I didn't actually do it, because the ol' depression started getting so bad that "200 usable words on a short one-shot" became a really, really good week. (I used to write INNW chapters in 2-3 days. How.)

I know what it feels like when a story is no longer alive in my head, and this one is still kicking. It's just kicking on the other side of a door, and the door is closed, and there's a big pile of furniture built up blocking that door plus also a sign saying "Beware Of Leopard".

Would a probable outtake help? Looks like I rewrote the currently-last couple of chapters about a dozen times at the end of 2021, so here's the entirety of one chunk which I dropped midway through and I'm guessing probably won't pick up again:

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[This human!Aziraphale is in his early 40s and has never been on a date or anything, and now somehow he seems to have become on smooching terms with Crowley. Some number of days or possibly weeks into this he asks Crowley whether Crowley is in love with him.]

"Well, I mean, hah." It was probably meant as a laugh, that sound. Perhaps Crowley was trying to smile. "Don't need to talk about all that so fast, do we? I mean, you -- you like me, like spending time with me, right? Angel?"

Aziraphale nodded, not looking up from where his hands now lay absolutely still together.

"Right -- and I… really like spending time with you, best part of my life these days, honestly -- w-which I don't mean to mean anything --"

The shiver in Crowley's voice was all the 'No' Aziraphale needed, really. Of course it wouldn't be that. There was a reason no one had ever so much as asked him out for coffee, let alone wanted to pursue a romance with him, and whatever that reason might be, it wasn't as though anything had changed. He was still only himself. And yes, at last, he'd found exactly one man who could be fond of him -- who could inexplicably find him physically attractive, who would actually want to kiss him -- but that was already more than he should ever have expected.

He was just one of those poor souls whose fate was to never be loved like that.

"It's all right," he said, cutting off Crowley's scramble for an answer. "I'm not expecting you to be."

"Aziraphale --"

There was a little catch in his throat, suddenly, although he wasn't quite sure where it had come from. "Goodness, I'm rather making a hash of things, aren't I? I didn't mean to push you into having to give the 'it's not you, it's me' speech quite so early…"

He raised his head, finally, trying on a reassuring smile, although he hoped that at least some of the terror would already be gone from Crowley's face.

Ah. Even worse: now the poor man looked absolutely heartbroken.

"Aziraphale," Crowley said again. "It isn't you."

"Please, you needn't --"

"And it isn't me either, it… urgh." At last Crowley pushed himself away from the wall, pacing without really seeming to be watching where he was going. His hands shoved through his hair, setting it to disarray and somehow looking even more handsome than before. "It isn't anyone. There isn't a thing."

--

Then Crowley would stumble through his explanation that in fact the answer is yes actually very much extremely yeah yes.

#RIP the longer version of this post that vanished forever when tumblr crashed on me #ineffablefool reply #ineffablefool original fiction #ifof: the one with the umbrella

[agirlwithavividimagination]

Infatuated And Envious

Chapter 1: Lucid

Penelope

You're too busy dancing in the club to our songs

Turned up on my phone, changing your whole tone

Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions

Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions

You're too busy dancing in the club to our songs

Turned up on my pho-

"Earth to Penelope?"

"Oh-oh I'm so sorry. How can I help you sir." I embarrassedly respond standing up and pulling out my Bose wireless earbud.

"I said I would like to check out of my room. I said it about five damn times." The customer snaps at me.

Well that was rude but a bit deserved for not listening.

"I-I am so sorry about that sir, can I see your room key and ID." I stutter over my words.

The man whose ID read Oliver Miller tossed them both at me with a slight snarl. I look him in the eye before I pick them up and proceed to do my job.

The last place I want to be after a break up is at work. Especially a place where I constantly have to deal with rude guest.

"Mr Miller I see you are scheduled for check out tomorrow at noon, do you still want to proceed with the check out process?" I inquired.

Miller did not answer me but I took his nasty glare and his silence as a yes. Usually we offer a discounted rate since they checked out a day earlier then expected, but since he want to play game quite game so can I.

"Alright Mr Miller I have you checked out now I just need you to sign at the bottom for me please. Also you should expect your $200 dollar deposit to back on your card in about eight to ten business days." I say sliding a white sheet of paper and black ink pen his way.

"Yeah yeah what ever." He mumbles scribbling his name on the paper and snatching his ID off the counter.

He picked up his bag from the floor and exited the hotel lobby. I released the breath I did not know I was holding in and sat back down.

I check the time on my Apple Watch and it read 11:45am and I sighed loudly. I am scheduled here until 8pm and my break isn't until 2:30pm.

"Some one kill me know." I mutter to myself picking up my earbud to put back in my ear.

"Pen before you break the rules and put that earbud back in your ear can you step into my office for a sec?"Henry, my boss, spoke popping his head out from the back room.

"Who will watch the front?" I question.

"Don't worry about it this will only take a few minutes." He respond ushering me to the back.

I nervously rose from seat and came to the back where he was. There was two way glass so if a guest did walk in I could see. The back was colder than the front and the cardigan that I was wearing did not stand a chance against it. Henry always calls the back his office when in reality he does not have an office. Nothin back here could make it an office either, there isn't even a desk. He tried to put one back there but his supervisor told he had twenty-four hours to get rid of it.

"Penelope I sat here and watched you ignore that guest. I don't think you did it on purpose but that makes our hotel and our staff look bad. I also know that you are having a hard time in your personal life. But you can't bring that here. In the past three weeks you have been doing some not great things, and HR has found out. I really like you Penelope I really do but you have my hands tied right now." He states looking me directly in my eye.

My eyes began to burn and I knew I was about to be fired.

"HR wants me to fire you but I told them I can't do that. You are one of my best workers and if I was to lose you this shit hole would turn to a bigger shit hole." He began.

Oh so I'm not fired?

"So we came to the agreement that you will be suspended for two weeks without pay." He spoke looking down.

"Wait Henry I can't go two weeks without pay. I have bills and a baby, please." I plead feeling my eyes beginning to burn again.

"I can't help you this time Penelope. I would tell you to use you PTO and vacation time to make up for it but you used all of it. Just take this time to refocus so you can come back even stronger." Henry says with hope.

There was so much I wanted to say but I could not get it out. I am barely making ends meet as is it and they want me go two weeks without pay? How is that better than firing me? I rather they did that! How will I pay my rent in two weeks? I don't have enough money in my account to pay it. Hell my account is overdrawn right now so I can't buy shit.

I've worked here for two years being mistreated by guest and management, and this is how they want to treat me? I know I've made couple mistakes this pass month and for that they want to fire me? But they won't promote me for all the hard work I've done over the years. I had to beg them for a raise and I only make $15.

"You know what..I quit. I am the only loyal employee at the damn hotel. Without me this place will literally be nothin! So you know what that it. Mail me my last check and you all can go fuck yourselves!" I shout as I walk away from Henry and back to the front.

"Excuse me ma'am I would like to check." A elderly lady said from in front  the counter.

"Well that's too bad find someone who works here to help you, lady." I snarl at the women as I gather my thing.

"Penelope!" Henry scolds as he makes his way from the back to the front to help the women.

"Oh Peneople what Henry? Ma'am do you know that this hotel that you are trying to stay at just fired their long time employee for making two mistakes?" I ask looking her in the eye.

"Did you get fired or did you just quit because I did not fire you!" Henry shouts at me.

"Hell yeah I quit. Would you stay at job that just tried to suspend you for two weeks without pay for a few simple mistakes!?" I yell back at him.

He doesn't respond to me and begins to help the elderly women in front of us.

"Yeah that's what I thought. Fuck you and Fuck this raggedy nasty ass hotel" I snarl at him walking from around the counter with my things.

By now everyone was staring at me, and they weren't good stares. I looked back at Henry who could care less about me now. I turn back around and exited the hotel letting the old New York air hit my face.

...

#my post #my story #independent author #inspiring author #Infatuated And Envious #chapter 1

[slotmoara]

How to Be a Yoga Instructor: 6 Things You MUST Know Before You Begin

Yoga is Not Just For The Experts Number one, being a yoga teacher is not about being able to do all the fancy, complicated poses, like headstand, or forearm stand, or some of the arm balances.

What it’s actually about is cuing, which means effectively using your voice to tell people what to do with their bodies, and compassion.

So cuing and compassion.

So don’t get down on yourself if you can’t do all the super fancy things, because really good teachers are about great cuing and being extremely compassionate and loving with their students.

After all, yoga is a form of healing arts.

This doesn’t always come naturally to everyone and that’s okay. You can develop it with hands-on experience and will likely learn it in your teacher training education.

Understand the Yoga Alliance Number two, certification in the yoga world is something that’s very much in flux. Yoga’s not really regulated by the state or at the national level.

So you can pay Yoga Alliance for permission to use their RYT trademark after your name, but it doesn’t actually, really mean anything at the government, state, or national level. Yoga Alliance certifications don’t expire, but they do lapse. If you choose to register with the Yoga Alliance, you’ll need to do a few things every year or two to maintain your certification.

So it may or may not be worth doing, based on your personal goals.

If you wanna deep-dive with me into what certification really means, I absolutely suggest you listen to this podcast, where I go into a lot more detail.

So what is an RYT certification for, then?

It’s mostly for yoga and fitness studios in the US to assure that the yoga instructors they hire have completed a minimum level of education as a yoga instructor. It doesn’t, however, ensure that you actually practice yoga, that you have any teaching skills, or that your training program was of high quality.

While it is certainly helpful when applying for a teaching job at a yoga studio, it’s not necessary for other more lucrative teaching gigs (like being an online yoga instructor).

If you’re clear about your goals for your training program, then you’ll be more clear about whether or not an RYT certification is necessary.

Choose a Teacher Training Program Number three, you definitely wanna do some kind of yoga teacher training (YTT).

Beyond the certification that formal training provides, there are several major benefits to taking YTT that will take your commitment to yoga practice to the next level.

The most common format is to do what’s called a 200-hour teacher training.

So you cover a lot of material in 200 hours, everything from teaching, anatomy, and philosophy. You wanna do research on where you do this 200-hour training because it’s really gonna teach you everything you need to know about how to be a successful teacher.

슬롯사이트 While most yoga studios will focus on vinyasa yoga or vinyasa flow in their certification program, you can totally choose a yoga instructor training that focuses on the yoga and meditation style that most interests you. There are many types of yoga, from restorative yoga, prenatal yoga, yoga Nidra, and Ashtanga yoga, to yin yoga, you definitely have a lot to choose from.

You can do a 200-hour training all at once, in a month-long in-person intensive, over the course of many weekends, or you can even do a 200-hour training online. There are a lot of different types of training depending on the style of yoga, like:

Get Some Practice Teaching Yoga Step number four is, you want to practice… so teach. I think a lot of people think they’re gonna do their 200-hour certification and feel really confident right off the bat.

The reality is it takes years to build up that confidence, to have a presence in your teaching, to really have a strong voice.

So you wanna start practice teaching everyone you can.

Teach your mom, your dog, anyone who’ll listen to you. Offer free yoga classes and practice yoga both on and off the yoga mat.

Just start logging those teaching hours, because, just like anything in life, the more you do it, the better you’re gonna get.

While you certainly learn to teach in training courses, it doesn’t mean that you’re necessarily ready to do so. Just like knowing the yoga asanas doesn’t mean that you can stick them, knowing teaching methodology doesn’t mean that you’re ready.

So get as much experience as you can!

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Start Making Money Teaching Yoga Step five is charging 릴게임 money for people to take your classes. This could mean that you’re teaching in a studio, or maybe you’re hosting events in your home.

Maybe you’re teaching in corporations, like you’re going into businesses, and teaching there, or partnering with local restaurants to have yoga and wine nights.

You could lead retreats.

You could teach yoga online, like me.

There have never been more opportunities to find success as a yoga teacher in the way that you really enjoy, and are passionate about.

Build a Mailing List ASAP Step six is to start a mailing list.

Have a way that you can keep in touch with the people who come and probably really enjoy your classes.

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Wednesday 6 July 1836

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no kiss heavy thunder rain in the night but all dry and fair this morning tho’ dull - F62° at 7 5 am wrote out a rent list to give Mr. Washington till breakfast at 9 in about ¾ hour - then had Mr. SW- till 11 had sent for him to go with Robert Mann and Frank Day and take the bay horse with 2 little hampers full of manure, and break down Mr. Wilkinson’s wall and shew my right of road along the top of my top Wellroyde wood - but SW- begged me to let him speak to Mr. Wilkinson 1st and I consented saying that if he could not bring Mr. Wilkinson to keep his promise and put up a gate for me to have a key of (I would not trouble him much but could not be shut out) I would send and pull the wall down on Saturday - took A- out - to the Lodge and about till after 12 - then had A- in my study - looked over her copy of new drain-agreement with Mr. Outram - sat with her at her luncheon - and with her till Mr. Harper came about 1 ½ - then after Mr. H- had luncheon with him looking about and at the rock-bridge, and the Conery till 3 ½ from where he set off to Halifax to go home at 4, and I staid with Matty Pollard - saw old James Greenwood’s house and John Booth’s - the windows (stone mullions of) wanted for the alterations at the hall, laundry etc - Matty to do what she could in getting James G- into the front cottage at Mytholm - shall not have much more to pay Booth in a/c of the Lodge - he is to begin about the house tomorrow - the alterations in the house and out-buildings to be done immediately, and the west tower and back Lodge and part of terrace wall - Mr. Gray to leave St. P- the 27th of this month via Hull, and be here about the 2nd week in August - Mr. Harper will be here during the week Mr. G- is here, and try to get all done - all under the beeches, near the glen-bridge, to be walled up and made safe before winter - a temporary common old gate to be hung at the Lodge before the centre is struck - Mr. H- to get the housekeeper’s bedroom done (the present phaeton house) to be ready for Mr. Gray to sleep in, and he to have the parlour for his sitting room - A- to order Messrs. Briggs to honour Mr. Harper’s drafts to the amount of £750 i.e. £500 for Water Lane mill and £250 for the 4 Hatters fold cottages - I to order the Yorkshire District bank to honour Mr. Parker’s drafts under the orders of Mr. Harper to the amount of £3000 - he Harper thinks £200 will carry Booth on till Xmas - Long talk about the Northgate hotel - H- heard at Skipton of the large hotel building for Carr - repeated what I had said to Mr. Adam that in my present mind, I thought Godley road would be mine before C- had the hotel - H- says everybody thinks (even Mr. Parker) that Carr would only be a temporary tenant - would not well pay the rent, but nobody else to set up and manage the  hotel - said what I should like best would be to get a good tenant quietly, so that when C- did apply, it might merely be said he was too late, the hotel being let - Mr. Harper to manage it - I would not object to a lease of 5 years - there is a Mr. Leaver in London law agent to Lord Grosvenor very likely to help us - H- to send me a sketch of the hotel on a foolscap sheet of paper -a little while with A- sketching and tinting the rocks again with Mr. Horner - a minute or 2 with my aunt - wrote all the above of today till A- came in at 6 25 at which hour came also Mr. SW- sat by us while we dined and took coffee

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with us staid settling with me after the rent day and reading over A-‘s Outram drain-agreement till 8 - then had Thomas Greenwood (who had been with my aunt  sometime) to pay his rent and he sat talking till 10 ½ pm F50° now at 11 ¼ pm fine day but coolish

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KVETCH, kvetch, kvetch!

Paddling Lake Woebegone... again.

Viernes 15 de Marzo, 2024

So where to even BEGIN to catch up with myself?

Back to SF Fev 6 - 20; cut short to make sure I was back to MVD in time for my shit to hit the street here — BUT IT DIDN'T, OF COURSE — SO I spent $200 to cut the last week off my trip*, cut the SFUSD by days**, and SIT AROUND for another ten days. So what to do? I know : a BIKEWRECK 🤬 23 Fev: the new bikelane down 18 de Julio, impulse to stare to the right at Crespo looking for the "perfect storage space" that wasn't...

WHAM-BAMM!! Ass over teakettle "en media calle" ; hit that big hard black rubber traffic cone with my left shoulder. Knew I'd jacked it good, and left wrist almost sprained, just above the left knee, left ring fingertip crushed.

People ran up to help the old fool... left arm hanging loose "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." vision pixellated, like my eyeball was hanging out or somethin. Struggled to see and walk, locked the bike to the closest parking sign, walked home bleeding from three spots on my right hand, and from inside my left ear.

Amazed the bike was unhurt, nor were my sunglasses of Bill's, the OPs I spent hundreds on lenses for, just this left shoulder I'd so carefully trained and strengthened since the 2018 surgery to correct the massive rotocuff tear and 40 year old dislocation from the 1977 wreck of Kent C's Alfa. No problem: just let go... again... of the wish, the strength, the confidence, the feeling of some small success. Nothing matters in this BEST of "GOD's will" world. HOW do I know God's watching, maybe laughing? Because the NEXT DAY + 7, Saturday 2 Mar, my stuff arrives at the SimpleBox in Ciudad Viejo 10months and $10K down this road (to ruin). Of COURSE the gold FINALLY shot up past $2100 right after I cashed most of it in to pay off the Aduanas (or Uruvan?) suckers.

Obviously, God wanted to keep me off a bike. Last Friday, 8 Mar, BOTH the blue Retrospec I bought here a year ago, and the newish Trek I just brought from SF were both swiped from just the other side of my door while I was eating my pressure-pot dinner about 9pm.

Not a SOUND. I came out for some reason about 10pm, first noticed the stair's door open, then the clean open space along the tiled wall where the bikes had been. I ran downstairs and outside, talked to a young man working for CUTSCA the bus company standing at the bustop in front of 2033. Yes, he'd seen a man and a woman run out the heavy iron front door into 18 de Julio with my bikes "about an hour" before. The guy almost ran into an oncoming bus in his panic to get away. NO the lobby camera didn't record past 30 minutes before. Pablo, the guy living directly below, turned out to be the building manager.

"We called them to fix the camera system, but they never came." This is the picture he knocked at the door to offer later, and how I tried to make it usable with Photoshop >>>

Juan Pedro, my host's son, was kind enough to offer to let me put off the rent until month's end, but, honestly...

Aikido says: "take the hit — then redirect"... that Saturday I spent an hour with a young policewoman taking my theft report with thinly disguised contempt for another clueless old fuck, this one with such lousy Spanish her patience wore out long before her few questions got answered.

"You know something's happening, but you don't know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?"

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Fannie Lou Hamer

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Fannie Lou Hamer was a black civil rights activist who helped the

African American community to raise money and vote.

Hamer was the last of 20 children to Ella Townsend and James Lee Townsend.

At a the age of six hamer had contracted polio which affected

her, but she still had to work and picked from about 200-300lb of cotton daily in order to help and give it to her parents' sharecropping partner.

At the age of 12, during her seventh year, Hamer stopped going to school to continue helping her parents with work. As Hamer grew, she married perry Hamer in 1944;

Since Harmer was able to read and write, she had the job as plantation timekeeper

(a high job like manager) .n.D Marlow until 1962.

During her time working at the plantation, Hamer had to get a minor surgery for the removal of her uterine tumor, but during that surgery a white doctor had tied Hamer tubes in a process called a Hysterectomy. . This surgery was done without the consent of Hamer, and sadly was a common thing that was known as Mississippi Appendectomy. ;it was used by white doctors to try to deplete or lessen the African American community.

After the surgery was done, Hamer and Perry did try to have their own children but had several miscarriages, so they adopted two girls whose parents couldn’t raise them and later on adopted the older daughters children when she died. Her appendectomy was the beginning of her motivation to join the civil rights movement.

On August 31, 1962, Hamer and 17 of her neighbors boarded a yellow bus to place their cards in the ballad. But there were outrageous tests and officials stopping them from trying to vote, in the end only hamer and one other man

were the only two who could fill out the application given to them and take the literacy test in which they both failed.

On the way back to Ruleville, the bus was stopped by a police officer and fined for being too yellow. The bus driver as a result was arrested, but during this Hamer started singing “This little light of mine” and “Go tell it to the mountain”; she is known for singing these songs later on when she becomes an activist.

After all the passengers collected enough money to pay the fine, the bus was returned, but when Hamer returned home hamers employer B.D already knew she tried to vote so when she got home he ordered her off his land.He kept her husband because he needed him to finish the picking season.Harmer stayed with friends but her and her husband knew they couldn't stay because it wasn't safe in Ruleville any longer for them so they took their daughters and left.

After Harmer left the news of her singing on the bus spread

And the leaders at the local organization and SNCC field secretary Bob Moses.

They believed her willingness to oppose the county register is what would make her a great potential leader. So he sent a young activist to find her,

He was Charles MC Laurin .

During the year after Hamer got kicked out of her home she continued to fight for voter registration and desegregation she also donated food clothing and blankets to african american families in need

Fisk University (FU) in Nashville in the fall of 1962;Harmer had her first conference at FU.Every thing Harmer said stuck with people becoming a success and she was appointed the role as a community organizer in Nashville.

On 06/09/1963 several activists including Hamer were returning home on a bus after a citizenship training program, in response they went to a cafe and sat at an all’white’ counter. Soon after the police came and “arrested’’ them, but when they took them in they beat harped and the others mercilessly.

After the officers had beaten hamer and the other they forced black inmates to beat them as well as forcing another inmate to beat them with their blackjack weapons,leaving Hamer with injuries on her eyes, kidneys and legs that stayed with her till death.

When Hamer and the others got out during the months that followed, Hamer continued to increase her public profile.Over time as hamers public voice grew She ran against Jamie Whitten , a veteran congressman ,for congress’s MFPD candidate in the democratic primary.Hamer lost but it still was a turning point for the african american community because because it gave the MFPD a chance to have a national presence.

Hamer traveled to train volunteers, sing the spiritual songs she was known for and give powerful speeches.There were many black volunteers and some white volunteers but the MFPD was weary of the white’s,it was during this time when Hamer stood up and tried to convince and tell the people in MFPD''If were trying to break down this barrier of segregation, we can’t segregate ourselves''. ”

Aug 22,1964 Harmer went with other members of MFPD and argued against the way they were being treated during the Democratic National Convention.

President Lyndon Johnson at this time set up a televised press conference to block and not give any airtime to Hamer and the others,but when he didn't expect was several stations to broadcast a recording of her powerful speech about african american injustices later that night,having more people see it and pretty soon Harmers speech was almost famous.

Hamer helped organize Freedom Summer, an organization to help African Americans voter registration in the south and declared her candidacy for Mississippi House of Representatives but was denied the ballade . A year later Victoria Gray, Harmer, and Annie Devine were the first African American women to stand in the U.S Congress.

Hamer tired and frustrated with the slow progress they made politicly she decided to start a “Pig Bank ” ( where you give african american farmers pigs to breed feed then slaughter); she also started Freedom Farm Cooperative so african americans can own and farm their own land, cause of this with help from donors Hamer bought up to 640 ankers and filled them with different businesses like a boutique, coop store, a sewing enterprise, and 200 units of low income housing were made, this lasted till the 1970’s

Sadly seven years later on March 14, 1977 Hamer passed away due to breast cancer when she was 59, Leaving behind a legacy of helping the women & men of the african american community.

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I want to share how I didn’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out my inner voice.Remember The First Time You Thought Of Your Specific GoalEver since I was a kid I always had this infatuation and love for New York City. I had never been there before. However, growing up my mom had me watch musicals like “West Side Story” and “Annie.” The buildings were so much bigger than buildings I had seen growing up in Louisville, KY.As I got older, watching old gangster movies like The Godfather was just so… gangster. Everything about NYC from television and from what I had heard, made it clear it was the place I wanted to be. Even though I hadn’t been there before.I knew at an early age I wanted to move to NYC one day and start my own business or work for a company in the Big Apple.For anyone who has a long-term or short-term goal, it is important to go back in time and remember when this first thought or idea came to mind for two reasons:This will help with measuring your own success. Did you personally achieve what you have always wanted?You have the power to make your dreams come true. If you always have wanted something, did you empower yourself to fulfill this want, or did you just let it slip into a thought?Come Up With A PlanOnce I realized that I wanted to live in New York I knew that I was the only person that could make this dream become a reality. I was still a little kid just entering the ninth grade, but I knew I wanted to move to NYC.My parents raised me to be a hard worker and work for the things that I want in life. They preached that nothing is handed to you, it requires hard work, dedication, and a plan. After all, the reason some of you own the laptop or cell phone to read this article is a result of your own hard work, right?At this point, I realized I needed to come up with a plan to save money for my “Move to NYC fund.”The bottom line was that I had to save money. 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It was a secret. But my roommate and people who came into our dorm room saw the safe under our bunk beds and people always asked what I had in there…I just told them “important stuff” and never spoke about it. In reality, I didn’t have anything in there other than a few bottles of liquor I wasn’t supposed to have.Instead, I hollowed out an old textbook as you see in one of those spy movies, and placed all the money inside it on my roommate’s bookshelf. I knew if someone wanted to steal from me, the first thing they were going for was not the Rene Descartes philosophy textbook. They were going to take the safe.I continued saving the money. More money stacked up. By my sophomore year of college, I had over $4,000 saved up. Still, no one knew what the money was for, not even my family.Then, one night my roommate had a party and the safe was gone….Someone thought they were slick and stole my safe. But my money was still sitting nice and quiet in my old philosophy textbook on the shelf, right in plain sight.I’m not sure what your backup plan is, or even your goal/s. But it’s important to have a backup plan too. Yea, mine was a little creative but whatever your backup plan is, it should be like trip insurance. Your main goal is still there, but just in case something happens, you still have everything covered.Don’t Get DiscouragedI graduated from college and had a total $7,832 dollars saved up.Obviously, I exchanged all the bills for higher denominations, but even that much money doesn’t fit in an old hollowed-out philosophy textbook.I had all of this money saved up in cash and other money in my savings account. It was the perfect spot to achieve my lifelong goal! I graduated and now it was time to find a job in NYC, right?Plans don’t always go according to…planI graduated in 2010 and the economy was still bad in the US. Jobs in NYC were paying a salary of $30,000 a year, with little benefits. I was probably the most discouraged human on earth when I had to make the decision to move back to Louisville, KY after I spent years of saving.It was disappointing but I built excel spreadsheets with numbers on how I could make $30,000 a year and live in NYC work. I came up with grocery lists that would help me budget money all to just live in NYC! It was time for a reality check…It wasn’t the right time to make the move just yet. I needed work experience in order to build my resume to have a higher salary if I were to move to New York.Plans take timeSo, I took a shitty job in Kentucky. All my friend’s parents worked for big companies and helped them get jobs in LA, Chicago, and even NYC. Here I was, with more money saved up than them, and I had to move back to Kentucky to sell hotel coupons to Days Inn Motels and Microtel’s along the highway.But I continued saving my $1 bills!I went on to work for LivingSocial after the hotel advertising job. LivingSocial was fun until they wanted me to do more and pay me less.So, I quit…Studied for the GMAT but didn’t get into Graduate school. I was stuck.Be Patient.If I have learned anything in life, it’s good to fail. If I didn’t fail back then, I wouldn’t be where I am at now. Everything I’ve done in life, I’ve figured out on my own.Taking calculated risks when we are young is important for your future. I didn’t get into Grad school, so the next day, I purchased a one-way ticket to NYC! I spent over a month searching for jobs. My time was spent going on interviews. I got job offers… and turned them down.Airbnbs around the city became my home so I could save money. I didn’t know how long it was going to be until I landed a job, and I didn’t want to be locked into a lease right away.  stable.It was a frustrating time. I was getting job offers, but for $30,000 – $40,000. With my experience that just wasn’t cutting it for me. I had to turn them down even though I wanted to start working right away, and ship all of my belongings from Kentucky.I had been in New York living the life for a little over a month. Despite not spending much money, my New York City fund was slowly depleting. On weekends I did touristy things and tried to network with people. During the week I was attending at least 4-6 interviews.But damn, New York was so expensive!I was just about to call it quits and schedule a flight back to Kentucky. Maybe this was not the best time for me to make the move and maybe I should try again in about a year or so. That was until I got a phone call from a recruiter.Have the self-confidence to make your dreams come trueI’ll never forget this woman’s name, Debbie. She called me just when I was closing my laptop to call my parents and let them know I was going to head home since I did not find the job I wanted.I told Debbie a brief overview of my story, and she said there was a pharmaceutical company looking for a sales rep. She told me the salary and benefits and it got my attention. If I landed the job, I would even be given a brand new company car too.She told me that my resume was a little shy of the requirements because I was only in sales for about 2 years. I argued with her and begged for her to give me a shot.Long story short, I had 2 face to face interviews with her. I made it past those two and now it was time to meet Bryce, my future boss if I landed the job.I remember being so nervous in the interview room. They had me meet at Newark International Marriott Hotel in a conference room. There were about 4 other people who were interviewing for the position, and we all made small talk in the hallway. I was so nervous because all of them had years of sales experience.My name was called. I sat in the chair shaking with a cotton mouth. What I really needed was some water! The questions kept getting harder.The defining moments of our lives will be what makes your dreams come trueI made it through the interview and the last question he asked me changed my life. Bryce asked me “Why should we hire you over the other people standing in the hallway?”I took a deep breath and said: “Can you give me a few seconds to gather my thoughts?”My response was:“I purchased a one-way ticket to New York a little over a month ago. I have been on many interviews and turned jobs down. My dream is to live in New York ever since I was a kid. I have over $7,000 saved up. This is my plan A, I don’t have a plan B. Debbie mentioned you would be making a decision around 4 pm today who you will be hiring for the job.”I began to stand up and push my chair under the table…“I want this job more than anyone in that hallway right now, and I expect a phone call at 4pm.” I extended my hand out as Bryce reached for it. Then, I turned around and walked out of the room to see Debbie standing right there.I was so scared of what I had just said and did not even say thank you, Debbie. I just got in my car and went back to the Airbnb I was staying at.Thankfully, I got the job.Conclusion This is my story of how I made one of my dreams come true. I hope you have many goals you are looking to achieve. Everyone’s story is unique but they all follow somewhat of a pattern.The key to never giving up is keeping the main goal, the main goal. Stay disciplined and if you can’t want something so bad that it hurts, then you need to readjust your goals!Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you can’t make your dreams come true. As I was in New York for a little over a month, everyone was asking me when I was going to come home?I told them I wasn’t coming home until I had to pack all of my stuff up because I found a job. Don’t ever give up on your goals. Today, I work for a medical device company in Brooklyn and Staten Island. I also own a health website with a close friend of mine.I stopped saving my $1 bills. Now, I use an app called Acorns to round my credit card purchases to the nearest dollar. This is essentially what I had been doing years ago. I should have started Acorns!But I have saved a ton of money using this app and I also gain miles to travel on top of that. I rarely use cash anymore.So, what are you waiting for? Embrace these tips and make your dreams come true. - 2465 - July 31, 2022

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#19

Took 150 cause my mind would not stop thinking about it. I figure that's enough to feel something off it but not where I'm out of commission.

AFTERMATH

Took another 150 and I did that weird don't feel like I'm high thing. My throat has been burning from all the pills I swallow. My stomach is really not appreciating it. I didn't really eat yesterday either. It lowkey slipped my mind. Ig not eating plus constantly belching has cured my bloating for a bit. Very weird buut hey you know. es what it es. Aside from that no real symptoms. Just my stomach being fussy

NOTES/EMOTIONS

Yeah uh. Most definitely spiraling now. I'm taking them so often compared to the beginning when I thought I'd still be getting off them soon. I kinda see why? Money problems.. again

The place I interviewed for didn't call back afterall. I thought I had it in the bag but noope. I'm officially starting this work from home call shit soon. I need the money atp. My student loan shit is finally charging me as it's been 6 months since I've been in school. So that's 77 right there. Then my university finally got their shit together and changed the amount I owed to like 2k which is a lot better.. only thing is the most the most they'll allow you to stretch it out to is 12 months so I have to pay them 200 every month. Plus I was kinda counting on the rest of my birthday money to pay off this shit I borrowed on cashapp.

I like to borrow the junk on there when I know I'll be getting the money/have the money to pay it off soon after as they increase my borrow limit when I do that. I've gone from my max being like $20 to now I have a limit of... I believe 125? Not that I ever really need it but it's nice to know in a pinch I have 125 of "free" money that I have about a month to pay back. It's helped me out so many times. I was buying this mirror and I didn't realize my spotify subscription already renewed for the month so I didn't have enough on me to buy the mirror technically. BUTT I borrowed like $30 for it and the other bs I was getting, paid it off like 4 days later then boom more money available. It's been going good aside from two incidents.

I'm sure I wrote about it in my intro but basically I started balling out the week I thought I was gonna kill myself cause I figured it didn't really matter and I'm sure if they explained it to them they'd cancel the shit. And even if not, I mean it was like what... $100? It wouldn't be that big of a deal either way. But then I ended up staying so that was a thingg. I never thought I'd be there to that point so I fr didn't have the money to pay it like.. at all. I got lucky the like final final day it was due was 2 days after my birthday so with the birthday money I got I could pay it off. This time was kinda the same?

I bought this figurine I've been looking at for months now out of like.. I'm gonna get it anyway. I've been wanting it and talking about it since prolly like. December now. And I didn't have enough on my card but I thought that was fine cause I had like $150 in cash so I was just gon go to the bank and boom. Only to be a dumbass and buy shit the times I had to sit at the mall for my sister. Then I went to pride and spent the little bit I had left on food. I kinda thought my aunt would pay for me too as she invited me and like.. not THAT damn grown but nope. I ended up spending $70 on food alone and then the rest of it went to getting into this one club and these stickers I bought to support this group working to get better conditions in animal shelters and stop dogs from getting put down over small shit that's mostly on the owner. The stickers were $6 already which stung a ilttle but what really killed me is the damn club

Sigh. I won't get into specifics cause I've already been babbling and I still have a lot to say. Basically, my aunt let me smoke her weed with her but it was so so strong and 3 hours later I was still kinda gone. I wanted to go to sleep but the motel we (me, my aunt, and her bsf) were staying at for the night was hella shady and they didn't want to leave me there on my own. So they sent me in the gas station to buy an energy drink and I was just to.. keep it pushing so they could go to the club. But since I'm a "minor" I got charged $10 extra. I'm 19 so I'm assuming they just call anyone that can't drink a minor? But that was already bad enough. I paid $30 in this short amount of time but I'm just like alr. Never been to a club before maybe it'll be worth it? No.

They literally went to the bathroom and I wasn't allowed to be alone so I had to shuffle around with them the whole time when I didn't even have to pee. But after standing in line and getting situated for like 20 mins we grouped up and shimmied our way through the crowd only for them to decide it was wack then we went to the outside part and just sat there pretty much alone. It was so fucking annoying. I'm not a huge partier my damn self but they were entirely too focused on fitting in. I'll admit that yeah, we did stick out alot. There were mostly hispanic ppl there and the music they were playing was in spanish and shit but at the same point? Why not make our own fun it woulda been 10x better than just sitting in the back and striking up 5 min convos with randoms. I wanted to go back in but atp.. I knew they'd say no to me going in on my own and I didn't wanna force them to be in an uncomfortable situation for my sake.

But yeah overall. $100 in food and stupid shit. I wasn't expecting to spend like absolutely nothing but I wasn't planning for that all to be gone either. Losing that money kinda screwed me. I really don't have any money like... at all. I have about $11 on my card and $14 in loose cash.. and I have to come up with $300 by next weekish. I have to pay back the money I borrowed for the figurine and I have to pay my 200 for my university debt. I really don't want to talk to my parents about it. I know they're gonna be mad and tbh I can't blame them. I should've saved some of it and I shouldn't be planning my money that hard that one event can royally screw me like that. That $200 they're supposed to give me is one thing. I wasn't expecting to not have that and I wasn't expecting my uni to want $200 a month at minimum. But the $125 I owe? Entirely on me and I just... I don't want them to rub it in rn

Uh money shit and my best friend lately. I dunno. I feel like she's a whole different person nowadays. And the more I think on our talk before the more I'm losing my feelings. Or that's what I think it is.

I've always had a problem with feeling abandoned and ever since my childhood. Dad and step mom used to be in their room 24/7. We'd do big stuff together and everything and that was nice and all but when it came to just spending time with us?? Almost never. We used to beg them to play with us all the time and they'd say yeah and just forget. Everytime. They rarely just played with us just cause. We had to beg and bother them so much for it. They always had to have some big ass event and all this special shit to care to spend time with us and it's just.. we just wanted to spend time with yall.

My mom mom wasn't much better tbh. She didn't really talk to me unless she was telling me what chores or basic, basic shit. Back when I was doing the two years on two years off thing, she actually never called either. I kinda forgot she was my mom at times. I used to be alone a lot too. When I lived with her, she had to work during the day but when she got back she would just go off and do her on thing. Even on her days off tbr. I'd be alone all the time. I used to try to ask her to play with me too but oftentimes I was on my own anyway

All that shit just made me hypersensitive to abandonment. I grew to hate that they could just withhold their love and affection until they felt like it. And when they did half the time it was some big giant thing. It made me feel like they were doing it more for the act of doing it than being with us you know?

I never want to have that again. I never want to be in a position to beg someone to give me attention. To love me. I'm just tired of doing it.

R is kind of putting me in that position nowadays. We don't talk as much, we don't "hang out" (I mean we're in completely diff states so not exactly exactly hanging out), we just occasionally joke around and parrot out the same old same old. I've talked to her about how much it bothers me on multiple occasions and she hasn't changed things at all. It just makes me feel so stupid. All this time I thought possibly we had the same feelings for each other but it must've meant literally nothing to her. She said that she would treat her girlfriend "like she treated me" which has been eating me up. She knows what she's doing atp and she's too busy kekeing with her girl to care.

I'm just completely done. I've spoken my piece and things haven't changed. I refuse to let anyone dangle their love over my head whenever they feel like it. Including her. I'm tired of always having this happen and I'm done trying to improve our relationship. You can't just cast me to the side as you please and expect to come back to the same closeness. You're just blatantly telling me you don't care. I don't ask for much. I just want to spend some time with her time to time whether it's playing a game together, having actual conversations instead of the constantly on 10 hehe haha bs, or the occasional call just to catch up. But nah. I see how it is atp

I'm just ready her to snap out her trance cause atp it's ridiculous and I don't get how she doesn't see it. Her girlfriend gets so possessive and insecure to the point where she really can't maintain any friendships period. I swear she wants R to give her attention 25/7 and whenever she doesn't get it she's worried that she likes them better.

God I'm just. I can't talk about this anymore. One one hand her girlfriend is so fucking manipulative and R shouldn't feel this much pressure to keep a tunnel vision on her. Or give up on everything she likes to do to appease her. Or feel such a fucking rush to get through all the relationship milestones all in one go. But on the other hand, R isn't blameless either. She knows how much this affects me and she promised that she would never let her girlfriend get in between us but now look at us. You've ignored everything I said to appease your partner. I don't need your attention all the damn time but I wish you would stop treating me as the aftrthought. I shouldn't have to beg to hang out with my friend. That's all I'm asking. I want you to actually want to fucking talk to me instead of doing it cause you're used to it. Cause you said you would. You don't care about how distant we've gotten cause for you you can just get it from your girl right? You don't care about how it makes me feel. You're all about your partner and I just have to accept whatever breadcrumbs of shallow conversation you decide to throw me. And I'm supposed to stay the same towards you or it hurts your feelings..?

lol. when you don't tend to your friendships we grow apart. Don't get mad about that. Why do you always get jealous aand worried about me replacing you when thats literally what you did to me? Am I meant to be eagerly waiting for you when I have friends that genuinely care to keep in touch? And even the ones that only occasionally talk to me, we at least don't pretend that we're close. We catch up, chill for a little while, and gon about our day.

I'm just. imm done talking about this. its never fully satisfying. i astill have so much to say but. at the end of the day. just. done. im crying atp and i just want more pills

#dph #benadryl #diphenhydramine #dph addiction #vent #trip reports #excessively long

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Longing For

Pairings: Lil Bibby x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 782

Warnings: Car Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink

BBJ Masterlist

Lets be real he’s a hood nigga; keeping that thing on him at all times, just in case shit goes sideways. He’s always on the move, always alert, and always resourceful. Growing up, when he couldn’t afford an iron he’d use a boiling pot of hot water. When he needed an influx of money he’d turn a cash amount of $50 and find a way to flip it into $200. And so it should come as no surprise that he’d make space for us to fuck in the backseat of his car.

His parents are visiting us for the weekend and as we made our way back home from a store run, he decided that now was the perfect time to have sex. As if they more than likely didn’t hear us just pull up. As if he can’t wait until we get to our bedroom later on tonight. As if I could deny him to begin with.

One leg draped over the headrest of the front seat and the other locked around his arm, I feel every bit of a delicious ass pretzel.

Clothes are stripped and limbs get intertwined meanwhile my back is being blown the fuck out. The car shakes violently as Bibby pounds into me and for a second I almost grow concerned at the fact that we may get caught - that is until I feel myself soak the seat beneath us.

Hunching over me to envelop my lips in a sloppy kiss, I grab a hold of his shoulders and drag him closer to me; opening my mouth to let my tongue slither free. Rolling it across his bottom lip, I work my way further down, leaving wet trails in its wake as I suck over the sweet spot beneath his jaw.

A shudder escapes his body which has him rolling his hips into me at the perfect angle and I wrap my legs around his waist, toes clenching at the intimate sensation. Raising above me Bibby pulls away, eyes burning with desire, and reminds me that I should be very careful not to lock my legs around him.

“Babyyy,” I whine. “Don’t be like that, I just want you extra close.”

“Imma be the reason you miss your next period if you don’t stop fucking around,” he growls.

I can’t see for myself in such dim lighting, but if now were ever a time for me to cream I’m sure I just did it. And the fact that I’m egging him on probably doesn’t help.

“You promise?” I ask, eyes glossed over.

And that must’ve set him off, because now he’s driving into me with vigor. My head bumps against the door handle and the ache that's sure to form is a small price to pay if it means I can cum for a third time tonight.

Being the expert of my body that he is, Bibby takes his thumb and presses it against my clit applying maximin fucking pleasure. The howl I let out is sure to give us away, but the way my head starts to spin I couldn’t care less.

Coupled with his reckless pounding, I'm surprised this car is still sitting on four tires at this point and before I know it, my legs lock up around his hips and my body goes stiff as I hit the height of my climax. My vision goes black for a few concerning seconds as stars float behind my lids. But it’s only until I feel Bibbys warm spend splatter my walls do I come down from my high.

He’s mumbling something in my ear that I can’t quite make out, though the only thing on my mind is picking out baby names. A heavy drowsiness washes over me but before I can close my eyes, a sliver of light from underneath the doorway shines through the dark garage and my slowing heart rate picks up in speed.

With Bibby's face craned beside mine, leaving behind slobbery kisses, he’s unaware of my line of vision. But the creak of the door opening has him whipping his head backward, panic quickly setting in his features as we both scramble up and into the seats.

Even in my post nut clarity I can't bring myself to find a plausible excuse as to why we’re in our current predicament, shit I’m really moving on autopilot right now. But as I stare through these fog filled windows, mind flustered and body riddled with sweat; the only thoughts I can manage is how I want Bibby to take me inside, throw me on the bed, and show me the type of shooter that he really is.

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