#it's been 20 million years but i've finally completed a request

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Blog Post 13-01-23 - Know Your Worth

Now that we are well and truly into January and the year is settled in our minds and calendars, with the chaos of ‘back to work’ gone and a schedule that we are all optimistically following and hope will continue. But as we get into the swing of work days so come the enquiries where they may make you as a small business stop and think, could i do that? And more importantly, should I do that?

Even with a company such as myself with a mere 998* followers on instagram, I will get daily requests from influencers or people working at companies asking for free items in exchange for promotion or exposure. Many people have spoken out about this and that exposure does not pay the bills, but when the requests come from charities or people you know, you may sometimes feel compelled to say yes to something that if a stranger was asking, the answer would be no.

A big pretence that a lot of these requests will start with will be wanting to ‘support local/small businesses’, piling on not a guilt trip of such, but leaning strongly towards heavily discounting your price for the sake of local promotion. But where will it get you? In the past I have agreed to these ‘at cost’ pricings for wholesale quantities, but all it has resulted in is further companies in the same industry coming looking for the same deal. If the end user gets the product, will the ‘exposure’ lead to an increase in turnover? Unless it's a product each and every single recipient actually wants more of, then no.

But I can also remember what it's like from the other side, from the corporate side where you are tasked with creating a product with as little budget as possible, even when the company you work for is part of a multi million (sometimes billion) pound industry leader. The kind of company that answers to shareholders more than staff, and any ‘goody bags’ at staff events will end up in one of two places; the bottom of their desk drawer or handed over to their spouse/kids/housemates when they return home.

Since the start of the year (mere 12 days!) I've had three enquiries for a sizable quantity of products, even to compile complete ‘goody bags’ for one particular company. All three enquiries started with carefully worded emails where a strong emphasis was on ‘budget friendly’ and ‘mass exposure to a large market’, but once costings were compiled and quotes were sent out, a sense of indignant shock was met with each one that i would be so crude as to charge them for my time and my work, and even more shocking; to make a profit (how dare i?!).

So let's look at the breakdown of such a ‘goody bag’. What it would have been is a small gift box, with a selection of my own handmade products inside, plus wholesale sourced items such as cookies and chocolate. Each would have an internal wrap of tissue paper, with shredded tissue to pad it out and prevent breakage. It would include my business card, a flyer from the customer (which i would have to print). It would be sealed with a branded pre-printed security seal, and have a custom printed sticker on the top of the box, with a final touch of satin ribbon tied around the outside of the box in a coordinating colour to match the client’s corporate colour scheme. These supplies would have to be sourced from 5 different online suppliers, plus involve in-person sourcing from wholesalers. The total time to create 100 of these boxes would be 15 hours of my time. When all net costs were worked out, the price quoted heavily favoured as the client was one i knew of and had dealt with when i was still in the corporate world, but meant that just the raw product materials would equate to 80% of the final cost price. That remaining 20% not only had to cover my own hourly wage, but also profit and overheads. That 20% was £1.20 per unit meaning that for the whole job over the course of almost three days work, would mean my take home amount was £120.00 for my time, overheads, and my profit.

That’s £8 per hour pay for me if i don’t count overheads or profit. Less than minimum wage, and certainly way below a livable wage. And profit was nowhere to be seen. And yet the client was horrified that I suggested charging £5 per goody bag. This client has an annual turnover over £400 million pounds a year, but yet baulked at paying £5 to a small company to individually hand make gift boxes for their staff. And was the third such company in the last two weeks to have had the same response.

This attitude towards small companies is one of the many reasons why I left the corporate world. I knew my worth, but I also knew the worth of the small companies, where the individuals put in considerably more than 40 hours a week. The big companies do not value their employees, even to the point of spending a fiver on each member of staff to say thanks for their continued servitude.

So, as I wrap up this week's blog post, which may have surprised those reading it with the subject matter, I know what my time and work is worth, I know that I can provide a quality product to a standardI would be happy to receive myself. And I know that I am putting the price of my corporate goody boxes up to £6.50, because I too would like to turn a profit, although maybe it’ll take a few more accepted quotations to get to a £400 million annual turnover just yet.

Stay true to yourselves,

Simone

*i think the magical 1000 followers on Instagram is like a magical unicorn, maybe one day i'll see it if i believe enough!

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H-hewwo how would the varia react to meeting their soulmates that were civillians with cute jobs (like a florist, baker, barista etc.)

Thanks for requesting and I am so so sorry it took me literal months to get to this!! Also, since I apparently can’t write short things anymore and get really carried away with writing, most of this will be under the cut!

XANXUS: Xanxus grumbled with annoyance as he pushed his way towards the counter at the bar, not even flinching when another customer yelled at him for knocking into their table and nearly spilling their drink. He just wanted to have a drink before he had to return to the Varia mansion where he was sure to get a headache from his ring guardians bickering about some minor issue or another.Languidly sliding himself onto a bar stool, he glanced around behind the counter to see if he could get a bartender’s attention. His eyes landed on your form, your back facing him as you were placing a bottle of whiskey back on the shelf.

“Oi. You. Pour me some of that on the rocks,” he demanded, his low voice reaching your ears and causing you to turn in confusion. You met his gaze and tilted your head to the side, silently asking him if he had been talking to you. He felt his breath catch in his throat as his eyes narrowed in observation of the beautiful person who had just turned to face him. He nodded his head and you grabbed a glass, dropping a couple ice cubes inside with a clink before pouring a bit of the whiskey out.

“Here you are, sir,” you said, walking over and sliding the glass across the counter. Xanxus took the glass and swirled the amber liquid around before taking a sip, his eyes never leaving you. He felt the satisfying burn of the whiskey slide down his throat, a warm feeling beginning to heat his body from the inside out. He continued to stare at you as he took another sip, suddenly aware that his body was heating up a lot more quickly than usual. How fucking strong was this whiskey anyways? He could usually drink this stuff like water.Downing the rest of his drink in one gulp, he slammed the glass back down on the counter, albeit a little harder than he had intended to.

”Oh, would you like some more?”

There was something so lovely about your voice; he couldn’t put his finger on it. Xanxus hummed in response, the corner of his lips tugging into a slight smirk as he nudged his empty glass forward. You gave him a small smile as you set to pouring him another drink. His eyes followed your every movement, his gaze intense as you slid the refilled glass back towards him. His fingers briefly brushed against yours as he reached for the glass and a warmth seemed to spread across his hand from where your fingers had grazed his own.

You recoiled a little too fast, cheeks slightly pink as you bowed your head and moved a little further down the bar where a customer had called out an order. A full-blown smirk now adorned Xanxus’ lips as he took another long sip from his whiskey. You certainly were cute, and he wouldn’t mind spending the whole night at this bar if it meant getting to mess with you.

SQUALO: Squalo rubbed his eyes and let out another groan as the line inched forward. Of course this coffee shop had to be ridiculously busy when he had to rush back to the Varia mansion and finish up some paperwork. He had honestly debated getting out of line and just leaving, but he was at that point where he had been waiting too long to just give up his spot. After about 10 more minutes of waiting, he finally made it to the register at the front.

“Fucking finally,” he grumbled, shoving his hand into his pocket to pull out his wallet, his other hand coming up to rub at his eyes again.

“Um, I’m really sorry about the wait…What can I get for you?” you asked, an apologetic smile on your face as you waited to see what the man would order.

“Just get me a goddamn black coffee. The biggest fucking size you have,” Squalo said, handing you his credit card as you rang up his order, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to ward off the headache he knew was coming.

“Again, I’m really very sorry you had to wait so long. You see, we’re a little understaffed this morning…” Your voice trailed off as he finally made eye contact with you, his sharp gray eyes boring into your own.

Squalo immediately stopped glaring when he finally registered who he was talking to. You were actually…really cute. And he had just given you the meanest, most undeserved death glare. He knew what it felt like to be understaffed (since his own goddamn subordinates could be so incompetent sometimes) and he awkwardly backpedalled.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Understaffed and all. Sorry, um. That sucks. Yeah…”

He awkwardly took his credit card back, and stuffed it into his wallet as you handed him his receipt.

“Thank you, your drink will be ready at the window to your left.”

He tipped his head lightly in acknowledgment and caught your gaze, his eyes much softer than they had been before.

“I’m really sorry for um, snapping at you and stuff. Busy morning for both of us, it seems…Um, good luck with everything.”

You gave him a small smile in response and he felt his cheeks grow warm at the sight.

“No worries, sir. I hope the rest of your day turns out a little better.”

You bowed your head slightly before turning to call for the next customer in line. As Squalo moved away from the register, he resolved himself to coming back to this coffee shop as often as possible. After all, he really wanted to make a better impression on the lovely barista that had kindly taken his order.

BELPHEGOR: Belphegor grumbled under his breath as he stepped inside the small, yet cozy bakery, the little bell above the door jingling as the door swung shut. Lussuria had asked him to pick up some of their freshly baked baguettes because they were “simply divine~!” His words, not Bel’s. The prince thought their baguettes were just okay.

He strolled up to the register, pouting, and angrily let out a huff of breath that blew his long, blonde bangs out of face for a split second. Where the hell was the cashier?

“Hellooooo? Is anyone here?? I just need some goddamn bread…,” he muttered as he tilted his head to one side, hearing the satisfying crack in his neck before he rolled his shoulders and began tapping his fingers obnoxiously on the counter.

“HELLO-oh.” He cut himself off when he saw you rush out from the back, carrying around ten loaves of baguettes.

“Hello, sir!! Sorry no one was here to assist you, I was just grabbing some fresh baguettes from the back. What can I get for yo-”

“I’ll take all of those baguettes,” he said quickly, cutting you off and leaning over the counter slightly, flashing you an impish grin.

“You need…all ten?”“Mhmm~”

Raising an eyebrow, you placed all the wrapped baguettes into a paper bag and pushed it across the counter towards him.

“Can I get you anything else?”“Your number, perhaps?”

His blunt question caught you off-guard and you gave him a nervous laugh. He cocked his head to one side, waiting for your response.

“Well, I’m working right now, so, um, maybe after my shift is over…”

Bel’s lips inadvertently turned downwards into a small frown as he pouted over your rejection. After all, how had he been rejected?

Sighing once again, he handed you the appropriate amount of money before picking up the paper bag stuffed with baguettes.

“Guess I’ll have to try again later then. Bye bye now~,” he said, giving you a little wave before exiting the bakery, the bell over the door jingling once again.

Now, Belphegor wasn’t usually one to keep pursuing someone after being rejected. He often considered that a waste of his precious time. But there was something about you that had him intrigued and he didn’t think he would mind if this turned into quite the chase.

LUSSURIA: Lussuria was practically skipping down the street as he made his way towards the new tea shop that had recently opened in town. He finally had a day off and he had been dying to come try the tea here since everyone had been raving about it.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by the gentle, herbal scents of various teas as well as your voice that rang out in greeting.

“Welcome! Is this your first time here?”

Lussuria swore his heart stopped when you flashed him a smile. He returned your grin and walked up to the counter, eyes flitting up to the handwritten menu that was hanging behind you on the wall.

“It is!! And I must say, this is a lovely little place. I’d love to try some of your tea! Do you have any recommendations?”

You paused for a moment to think, nibbling a bit on your lower lip as you mulled over your favorite drink.

“Well, my personal favorite is probably the Earl Gray with a little squeeze of lemon juice added in.”“I’ll try that then!”

It really felt like Lussuria couldn’t stop smiling as he paid for the drink and went to sit at a table. He watched as you moved around to prepare his drink, not even realizing he had been staring so hard and spacing out until you appeared literally right in front of him, steaming teacup and saucer in hand.

“Enjoy!”

“Thank you, dear,” he crooned, trying to mask his surprise at your sudden appearance by delicately picking up the cup and moving it towards his lips. The tea tasted absolutely divine, and he let out a sigh of happiness before placing the cup back on the saucer.

“This tea is lovely. I think I’ll have to make this tea shop my regular spot!” 

You laughed as you began to boil another pot of water.

“I’d love to see you here again!”

“I promise I’ll be back,” Lussuria said, sending another smile your way before taking another sip of tea.

Of course he would come back; after all, the tea really was quite good. But his ulterior motive would definitely be returning just so he could see you again and maybe even begin to get to know you better. After all, you were absolutely charming.

LEVI: Ohmygod…they’re an angel. That was the first thought Levi had when you approached the little table he was sitting at to take his order.

“Hi! My name is _______ and I’ll be your waiter you today. Could I start you off with something to drink?” you asked, giving him a small smile as you waited for him to respond. Levi was silent for a few moments, eyes glued to your face as you cocked your head to the side. 

“Um, sir? Would you like something to drink? Or are you ready to order…?” Your voice rose uncertainly as you gave the fierce looking man a questioning look. 

“Oh. Um, I–yes sorry, uh, I would like water. Um, water in a glass and uh,” he quickly glanced down at the menu, flustered that he had been staring at you for so long, “and…water?” You bit your lip to hide the wide grin threatening to spread across your face and laughed quietly. 

“Alright, I’ll get you some water to start. And I’ll, um, let you think a little longer on what you’d like to order,” you replied, flashing him another sweet smile before turning back to the kitchen. 

Levi’s heart was pounding in his chest. He had just made a goddamn fool of himself…but at least he had the rest of the meal to try and make a better impression. Because there was something special about you and he wasn’t about to let that opportunity slip away.

FRAN: When Fran saw you arranging bouquets of red roses outside the local flower shop, he knew he had to do something. He approached you quietly, smoothly taking the last bouquet out of your hands and presenting it back to you. 

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful person,” he tried to say as suavely as he could with a giant frog hood on his head. Raising an eyebrow, you gave the strange man a curious look before taking the bouquet back from him and placing it into the store’s display. 

“Thank you, but you know I was holding this about two seconds before you took it out of my hands and then gave it back to me,” you said with a wry smile. Fran feigned offense. 

“I can’t believe you would just toss aside my gift,” he joked, placing a hand over his heart. “You wound me.” His deadpan delivery made you giggle as you turned back to the bouquet he had “given” you. 

“If you pay for it, then I’ll accept your gift.”

“Deal,” he replied quickly, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. 

“Ah, would you also accompany me on a date too?” 

His forwardness shocked you, and you paused a moment to collect yourself before turning to face Fran with a playful smirk. 

“I guess a date with a guy like you wouldn’t be so bad~”

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #varia #xanxus #squalo #belphegor #lussuria #levi #fran #it's been 20 million years but i've finally completed a request #i hope you like this!! and i'm sorry it took me so long to write #also it's so freakin long asjfshaf i'm sorry i hope it's readable #i got a little carried away and didn't know how to. shorten any of it. #but please enjoy and thank you for requesting!

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Tales Of The Moon

Anonymous asked: Issac Lahey x reader with prompts “your lying! say it’s not true” & “stay away from me” where they have been best friends before he got the bite and he’s been distant and he ‘changed’ so she does her research and finds out he’s a werewolf with fluff at the end (I accidentally deleted the request, I'm mad at myself.)

omg, you have no idea how happy it makes me someone asked me to write from the prompt list. I love you Italics are flashbacks/Sunflower is your nickname. "And that's why I don't like using blue eyeliner" Yn huffed as she finished her story, laying upside down staring at her ceiling. Isaac scrunched up his nose as he looked at her "All because of some idiot? Who are you and have you done to my Yn?" he teased. "haha," she laughed dryly as she threw her pillow at the boy. Catching it in his hand, he smiled as he looked down at the object in his lap. His smile broke as he cleared his throat "Hey sunflower?" Yn hums in response as she turns right side up to look at him. Isaac struggles to find the words as he looks at his best friend. "Do you...um.." he tilts his head and laughs nervously. "Do you promise we'll always be friends? Like best friends and not the type of friends that are like 'yeah we're friends... okay ow.." he reacts when his rambling was cut off by another pillow being thrown at him "Of course we'll always be best friends Lahey. You can never get rid of me" she teased as she walked over to him. "You could get rid of me though" He sighs sadly. Yn shakes her head "Never in a million years Lahey. Cmon, let's go get something to eat. "Hey Lahey...Lahey I'm talking to you" Yn yells as she tries to catch up with the now confident boy. "Are you deaf?" she joked, not believing the week that she's been through with him.

He continued to walk away until she grabbed on his leather jacket and yanked him into an empty classroom.

"Isaac, what's wrong with you? You're completely different. I've been calling and texting. You haven't answered. Why are you hanging out with Erica? Is she your new girlfriend? No hate just hurt you didn't tell me you liked her. Also, why are you hanging out with Derek Hale? He's like 20 something... oh my god he has you selling drugs doesn't"

Isaac slammed his hands on the table to stop her rambling causing her to flinch. Looking down at the table, he refused to meet her eyes and curled up his fists.

"I'm not dating Erica and Derek isn't a drug dealer. Stay away from me Yn... I find you annoying and obnoxious" he snarled, not daring to look her in the eyes.

"I find you annoying too but" Yn joked but Isaac groaned "No you're so fucking annoying. You never shut up. I don't want to be your friend anymore."

Stepping back from him, she watched her former best friend as he stormed away.

Broken-hearted, Yn stared off until Isaac turned the corner and disappeared from her view.

Later that night Yn decided she wasn't going to let her best friend go. She knew it was stupid to walk in the woods by herself at night but she had to get her best friend back.

Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the crunching of leaves behind her.

Growls stopped her thoughts and frozen in fear, Yn swallowed as she didn't dare to look over.

"Fuck..."

Everything happened in a flash all she remembered from that night was his golden eyes.

Weeks past and Yn noticed more strange behavior from everyone around her.

Her new friend's antsy behavior around the full moon and wolfs howling at night.

Yn spent those nights researching and questioning everything. Until she stumbled about a website. Tales Of The Moon

Staying up till the sun rises, she finally figured out everything. All the things she grew up thinking were tales weren't.

Her best friend is a werewolf.

Later that week, she cornered her former friend in the classroom. "Say it's not true..." she swallows her fear. Isaac avoids her eyes "I have no idea what you're talking about"

"You're lying. I know you're a werewolf Lahey" she whispered. He watched her and opened his mouth like a fish out of water.

"Please don't be scared of me...I'm still the same Isaac" He whispered. Yn scoffed "Yeah right, the old Isaac would never ignore me even if he was a werewolf"

"I had to ignore you. It was to protect you" He walked closer to her. Gently putting his hands on her face, he watched her expression.

"I hate myself for hurting you. It was what I was trying to avoid doing. Please forgive me..."

Yn stared into his eyes "Derek bit you, Erica, and Boyd didn't he?". Nodding at her question, Isaac sighed heavily as he rested his forehead on hers.

"I'll forgive you...if you promise not to keep me in the dark anymore" she whispers. Isaac's face broke into a smile as he nodded happily.

Giggling at his reaction, Yn pulled him into a hug. "I have one question though?"

"Anything"

"Do you gather as a group and howl at the moon?"

#multifandom imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey

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Heyyy, I've to say that I'm obsessed with your writing, it's so cute and soooo good, btw the one inspired by GG, definetly my favorite. I was wondering if you could write about Peter and the reader being childhood best friends,but one night everything changes when they finally kiss. Like, having trouble breathing while looking at the reader, smth that definetly didn't happen before, but it's happening now bc he's aware he's falling hard right now. THIS IS REALLY LONG, I'm sorry hahaha.

Movie Night

Word count: 950

Warnings: fluffy fluff

A/N: Thank you so much, love! I absolutely loved this request, I'm always a sucker for friends to lovers vibes ☺️ I hope you like it 💕

It was a typical Friday night. You and Peter were having your weekly movie night, a tradition that started back when you were little kids.

Peter was sitting on your couch, lazily scrolling through movies on disney plus while you made popcorn.

"Did you find anything yet, Pete?" You called out from the kitchen.

"No, not yet!"

The smell of buttery popcorn filled the air as Peter heard the microwave beep and you emerged a couple of minutes later, juggling a large bowl and two cans of Dr. Pepper in your hands.

You put the popcorn and sodas on the coffee table in front of you, sitting down beside Peter before giving him a wicked smile, "So, does that mean we can watch Toy Story 4?"

"No! Y/n, please don't make me watch that," he pouted, "it's gonna make me cry."

"Fine," you sighed, pretending to be annoyed, "I guess I could watch that one on my own."

"How about we watch Beauty and the Beast? It's been a while since we've seen it."

You were practically bouncing in your seat, your eyes lighting up at the mention of your favorite movie, "I mean you can never go wrong with Beauty and the Beast."

Peter laughed, a strange feeling coming over him as he pulled up the movie. He didn't dwell on it, the feeling leaving just as quickly as it came as the opening scene started.

An hour in and Peter found himself distracted. You were singing along with Belle and the Beast softly under your breath, something you did every time you watched it.

Maybe it was the way the soft lighting in the room was making you look and just how happy you were, eyes glued to screen, but Peter couldn't stop looking at you.

He always thought you were beautiful, but the way you looked right now, he couldn't explain it, it was different.

He always thought you were beautiful, something he reminded you of almost daily, but in this moment, you were glowing. He noticed every little detail, the way you bit your lip when you found yourself getting too emotional at certain scenes, despite seeing them a million time, how you would mindlessly fidget with your fingers, and how your breathing would stutter just barely whenever Gaston would do something cruel.

He was completely entranced by you, butterflies fluttering around in his tummy, and a warmth running through his veins the longer he looked at you.

'Fuck,' Peter thought, 'Do I like y/n?'

No, absolutely not, there was no way he could have feelings for you like that, his best friend of over 10 years.

He pushed his thoughts away, blaming the fluttering on some weird food he convinced himself he ate earlier that day, and forcing himself to pay attention to the last 20 minutes of the movie.

By the time the end credits were rolling and you were wiping away a few stray tears, threatening Peter will a pillow fight if he even dared to make fun of you, he had almost completely forgotten his weird thoughts in the first place. But then he turned to look at you, the playful remake on the tip of tongue replaced with a small gasp, when he realized your face was barely a few inches away from his.

Had you been this close this the whole night? He literally couldn't breathe, move, talk, anything. He was frozen, body tense and all he could do is stare at your face.

Your really pretty face.

You gave him a confused look, noticing his weird posture. "You okay there, Petey?"

Petey. The nickname sounded so much different coming from your lips than it ever had before. It made his blood rush to his face, leaving his cheeks a bright pink he hoped you couldn't see.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," his voice slightly cracked on the last word, making him wish he could disappear.

"You sure? Do I have something on my face?" Peter watched as you subconsciously wiped at your face, even though he hadn't responded yet, focusing on your mouth, probably worried you had somehow gotten popcorn on you.

Suddenly, your lips were all he could focus on and he wished he could press his against yours.

"Peter," you said firmly, getting his attention again, "What's up with you?"

"I, um," he licked his lips nervously, his heart beating rapidly against his chest while he tried to come up with something to say. Shit, what was he supposed to say? It's not like he could just ask to kiss you. Right?

He noticed the way your eyes seemed to look down when he bit his lip, and he could hear a small shift in your breathing, making him wonder. Was there a chance you wanted to kiss him too?

"Can I try something?" He asked so softly he wasn't sure if you heard him.

He could tell you were still confused, but you nodded anyway.

'Am I really about to do this,' he asked himself, second guessing everything.

He took one more look at you and he was sure, he was doing this, he had to.

So, with a hand, he gently cupped your cheek before leaning forward and hesitantly pressing his lips against yours.

He was shocked when he felt you kiss him back, melting into his touch. Everything about you was so soft, your skin, your lips, Peter didn't think he could get enough of you.

When the two of you separated Peter's cheeks were flushed and you were both breathing heavily.

Peter had no idea what was supposed to happen next, but he was a hundred percent sure he liked you. A lot.

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

World War III

1. I said "there's a remote" at least 10 times because I'm not a control freak but I'm also not trusting either. So i know i put an alternative to a satellite on land and I know I put a remote in case who we trusted didn't use the missle.

Now she remembers how i told her to turn the MISSLE on and off because i expected people to trust me and allow me to speak and not tell me im too stupid to not create a remote for a missle on NORTH KOREA when i lived in NEW MEXICO, USA.

Im not gonna say how. But there was also clue words this week to help her remember. But okay

2. So instead of saving the world, the world learned How to save itself. And that's better.

Our last war. And the whole world joined in. We are now completing WWIII. The best war ever!!!! That we finally are winning. The First World War that every country joined to fight and protect the world. 🌎 it was a real world war not a prissy fit over having the most money or the kings and queens (gods and goddesses) in the world.

3. The remote. I gave to the one person in the world that i knew for a fact that would kill her clone sister. No description no nothing. An active missle and it would be done 100%

4. The remote had no labels. I requested that it just look like an old hearing aid type device which i was told it was but was really a listening device we had in the cup above our sofa in NYC. But i didn't live with my parents and I didn't speak to my Uncle unless it was about is son or something wrong with the living conditions. I got my parents and neighborhood involved. I knew the consequences. So i never spoke about my days or nights and what i done in secret except on walks wirh our mouths covered or turn around and point at something random or look at the ground with our hair covering our faces, we coded/hid everything my friends and i did and even said.

4. She tested the first button then called North Korea to see what happened. The satellite had a little door which was unimportant. But it would indicate the sare was off. She was trying to figure out the turn on code which would been simple enough in a frustrated move.

5. As it was North Korea was invaded by Trump. 20 minutes into her struggle. So Kim Jong-Un unplugged it as per his instructions.

6. She understood the invasion but we needed the missle more than ever. So she tried to get him to turn it on. He refused because the satellite door closed. So they thought it was Broke. No. Its a dam on and off switch. Look its on!! look its off! SIMPLE look out the window!!

7. He wouldn't turn on the missle which would then turn on both the missle and satellite by default. SIMPLE.

8. She couldn't figure out the remote! They said it didn't exist! And no one would tell me what was going on. And the remote wouldn't plug in a missle launcher!! Im fucking sorry world!! 🌎

9. She had no instructions and no labels. She was to tell Kimmy she was experimenting. So he could tell her how to label it if she felt it was safe. With a number system only she remembered. But he wouldn't answer the phone because he got a new phone number for the missle room. She didn't know -- it just rang and rang. By the time she figured it was safe enough to interrupt the missle Trump invaded and Kimmy went to the bunker!!

10. She just tonight hit the button that notifies him what is happening to the machine which she hadn't had a chance to do before he unplugged it.

11. Everyone thought the priority was to fix the unbroken satellite. While holding hostage the Trump invader.

12. I can protect Ethan with falling planes that I wreck into with a Chinook i use my palms to propel on the dash board. I can run a war from a bedroom with nothing but my heart and soul and heal millions of dead. BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOCK DOWN A MISSLE LAUNCHER INTO REMOTE MODE to go out for tea OR TELL IF A SATELLITE IS NOT BROKE. that is what i was told multiple times. And not by North Korea. My own fucking team that has studied every fucking thing I've done and seen i make Plans A - D just to walk myself to the bathroom. And assures me in the midst of a war that i am being throughly researched so we win. "Go get 'em champ!"

13. So last night i found William still working on the fucking satellite who said the piece was being made and it was 10 fucking days. For an on and off switch that was cosmetic and the actual switch was 1 foot inside the satellite in a bullet proof box that could never break. And hes begging to doubt anyone was actually making it.

14. This is bullsjit i said. Its not even fucking broken. I'm having a fit. Look at this fucking shit and i magnet in 18 satellites. "Get what you want" scream at one guy inside an old 1980s one i called Direct TV because it had a 2 way camera on it. So I use part of his to make a bullet shooter because this shit... Was on my last nerve. And i shoot EVERY GODDAM thing i can't see.

15. People from other people were calling the International Space Station asking "does she have a problem today?"

16. Yes And every galaxy was losing their evil. Cause Fuck i needed help so did they.

17. William finally finished not fixing the satellite and I propped open the button to turn it into a two seater. And we went to find out who i killed in the International Space Station. 45. So the 2/3 unhappy due to 10% were happy we found.

18. Truth or Consequences would take 5 and a half minutes to complete. Now it takes 6 and a half seconds. William sped it up. And set it to the core.

19. My GPS range is only 105 miles. Now 102.

World War III is almost over. It will be over -- should be -- by the time that the last time zone enters 2020.

Its been Hell.

We can all see that while us world leaders and I the smartest and bravest of any galaxy can still be overtaken by one troll.

Which is why we must always remember to work together.

My plans had no flaws. It was prepared for absolutely everything.

20. Even air war. The planes were all bullet proof and battle proof except the Pilot Windows. I designed the eQ2 fleet. Convinced her that they would open the windows like WWII planes for fun and should. Because nothing in the world would be better so don't waste money on extra bullet proofing. We gained one jelly filled body, only lost one good one arm and one jelly filled body (due to water and Tree healing) and millions of evil and clones. And I also used those planes to protect Ethan as they crashed and William protected Logan's twin today as i was busy.

21. I also designed the Chinook since 1998 in 2008 i made upgrades.

World War Three was a success for Planet Earth, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, Jupiter, San Frensesno, and Pluto plus many more including Mars and Venus.

And it was only fought on Earth all others remained Peaceful.

And each planet saw how to protect their planet so now in the future they can be as protected as us. I asked them not to intervene as i don't know their planets. Except in dire emergency. They didn't. So we did a fucking good job.

22. Pluto we designed War assistance together so we knew them. Since 1994 they have been here to protect us. That is why it became uncategorized as a planet.

So Happy New Year. I'm sorry NYC I missed it once again. It's only 10 pm here

Im down to 98 miles.

What have I said?

Our plan of defense and protection failed.

We continued to defend as we were attacked and successfully protected.

...

We failed at working together. So we got more people to help us. And when that was scary, we called Pluto and gave them the honor they deserve. And they loved it.

So ask for help.

"Hey babe help me with the dishes" and talk about your day you'll probably end up in giggles if you talk about me.

"Hey babe. Finish reading that paperwork I was sent on missiles will you" and you may just end up saving the world.

"Hey doofus, remind me every once in a while that you died in 1998. That would help me a whole lot to figure shit out on my own and beat amnesia because i been beat in the head too much" and you may Just never know to fucking say that!!! So don't let your soulmate trick you into saying something stupid!

So ask for help when you know you need it.

The world knew how much they wanted to help. Did y'all know how much we needed it? In the end... We really didn't. But the world needed to help. And we needed to help them. Us.

My Twin Brother doesn't drive 362 mph on training days because we like to take the slow lane.

We wanted every one to be happy and safe as fast as possible.

That was a downfall as soon as Gary Trump found out how to regrow the penis I shot off in 1984 on purpose, cause he is a pervert. He thought he could finish taking over the world with his greed.

And what happened class?

He began to. And we dominated him. We would gotten to the satellite and we would still fought the way we had even if he was still alive. But the healing and damage would been much greater.

We could have handled it easy. We had mild shit. Y'all if I25 had air war which did until I announced no GPS or lights and the neighborhood commander retreated and admitted defeat and announced surreandered.

I could had had the planes fall to protect y'all. And still had time for Wichita Texas with brothers Ethan, Logan and Ezekiel.

I pulled William and Matt out for their sakes. They needed a break, anyway. It wasn't punishment it was to protect them as they were targets. Sure its easy to heal but come on. Why for when your mom and dad are here for the first time in thirty years? Don't go to work. It's safer and healthier on Earth... Or was supposed to be for William.

Yet a bad thing worked fine in the end.

Because we all began caring in ways we hadn't before or in a long time.

For the first time Mr McNabb lost a child. Before he never had the loss his children did when he was taken in as a hostage then human trafficking victim. So he finally learned the sadness his children felt all their lives when thinking about their parents. The craziness he thought he saw was actually beauty of the mind and heart working together not to just survive but help others as well and to help them heal. And now he sees his sons not only as fierce fearless warriors but also as healers that are gentle and kind. And he can recognize the sadness and fear he kept hidden all these years. And finally let it go.

Tonight if you have Pluto with you. I am on the west mesa near the Belen airport.

Up here your loved one will stay the longest.

If you are evil. Your last moments can be spent here and may be finally for once your greedy heart can begin to grow. Much like the Grinch and you have a chance to save your soul

I am the only Jesus you will ever know.

I am at 70 miles range now. At 1050 pm

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I've used Rent the Runway's unlimited subscription for 10 months — and it's completely changed the way I think about shopping

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• Rent the Runway's unlimited subscription allows you to have four items at home at a time, with unlimited exchanges.

• For a monthly fee of $159 plus tax — which includes shipping, dry cleaning, and insurance — I rent about 18 pieces a month.

• The service has saved me time and money, while reducing closet clutter and increasing wardrobe variation.

Shopping isn't high on my list of favorite activities.

I'd rather spend my excess time and money on travel. But since I can't get away with wearing jeans and a T-shirt to the office every day, finding a workwear solution that fits my lifestyle and budget is a necessity.

On a whim last year, thanks to a stylish friend's recommendation and a Cyber Monday discount, I signed up for Rent the Runway's unlimited subscription, RTR Unlimited. I assumed it would be fun to try, but not something I would stick with after the initial month.

As I do with any subscription trial period I sign up for, I set a calendar alert to remind myself to cancel it before the full-price charge hit my credit card the next month. But, after the first month ended, I decided to try it for another month. And then another.

Now, nearly one year later, not only am I still using the service, it's completely changed the way I think about shopping.

Here's how RTR Unlimited works

For a monthly fee of $159 plus sales tax, Rent the Runway allows you to rent four pieces of clothing or accessories at a time and make exchanges as often as you like. You can pause or cancel your account at any time.

The fee includes shipping both ways, dry cleaning, and insurance. I happened to be at a restaurant, wearing a dress that retails for $1,500, when a diner at a neighboring table spilled an entire glass of white wine on me. So, insurance is important. But keep in mind that significant damage, loss, and theft are not covered.

According to the website, it can take up to five days for items to arrive, but in my experience shipments almost always go out within a day or two. Any time there's been an issue with one of my orders — such as something not smelling quite right or not shipping quickly — customer service agents have been responsive and helpful, immediately offering a replacement.

RTR Unlimited costs me a little over $1,800 annually — about the same as the average American household spends on clothing in a year. I wear approximately 18 pieces a month, meaning each item costs me around $10. Given that the going price for dry cleaning one dress is $12 in my neighborhood — something I don't have to worry about with Rent the Runway — the cost is more than worth it for me.

Plus, my spending on other clothing has dwindled, partly because I don't need anything else, and partly because it's more fun to direct my online-shopping energy toward browsing the designer pieces I can access through Rent the Runway.

Lauren Lyons Cole

Renting clothes is becoming standard

I'm not the only one embracing the 'clothing-sharing economy' — it's an industry that's growing. As Business Insider's Dennis Green reported, Rent the Runway reached its goal of $100 million in annual sales last November, and as of January, The Black Tux, a modern solution to formal wear rentals for guys, saw monthly sales hit $2 million with a two-fold increase year-over-year. Gwynnie Bee, a plus-size clothing rental service, is also gaining traction.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say the future of fashion is rental, but I would say rental will be a major component of the future of fashion," Andrew Blackmon, a cofounder of The Black Tux, told Green.

That could be a good thing — for our wallets, our closets, and our peace of mind.

Most of us are looking at clothes all wrong

The average person has 57 items of unworn clothing and spends 15 minutes deciding what to wear every morning, according to a recent survey by non-profit Oxfam and British retailer Marks and Spencer. On average, we regularly wear just 44% of the clothing we own, and nearly half of people admit they need to clean out their closet.

Part of the problem may be that sizes fluctuate, styles change, and sales are hard to pass up — but closet clutter isn't free. Renting a portion of your wardrobe, and using the rest of your clothing budget to invest in high-quality pieces that last, instead of wasting money on poorly made clothes from fast-fashion brands, could save you money in the long run.

For example, the cost-per-wear of a $150 pair of pants that can be worn 50 times ($3/wear) is better than that of a $50 pair of pants that falls apart after 10 wears ($5/wear). The more expensive pair is likely to fit better and look better, too.

Added bonus: When an event calls for attire outside of your standard wardrobe, an unlimited clothing subscription like Rent the Runway allows you to choose exactly the right outfit for the occasion, instead of buying something you'd wear only once.

Lauren Lyons Cole

Occasionally, I rent something that I love enough to purchase. For those items, Rent the Runway is the perfect 'try before you buy' solution. Once you know your size, you can wait for it to go on sale — even final sale — without taking the risk that it won't fit. I've managed to buy beautiful designer dresses for the same price I'd pay for a dress at J. Crew. Many previously worn items can also be bought at a discount through Rent the Runway.

If you really like a certain piece, but not enough to own it forever, you don't have to. As long as your account is in good standing, there's no limit to how long you can hang onto an item. I've done this twice so far — both times when a jacket I requested arrived new with tags. By holding onto one piece, it reduced the number of items I was able to cycle through, but not by much — I still managed to rent 12 items during those months.

It's not just about the money

There are non-financial benefits to using Rent the Runway's unlimited subscription as well. I spend way less time doing laundry and picking out what to wear. Now, I just scroll through the app, add whatever catches my eye to the cart, and wear it once it arrives. When I'm done, I send it back and start the process again.

Not to mention, having access to a wide variety of items is simply more fun than owning a wardrobe full of clothes that I wear over and over again.

The longer I use Rent the Runway, the more I'm convinced of its value. I happily participate in other parts of the sharing economy — with services like Amazon Music Unlimited, Netflix, and ride-sharing service Via — so why wouldn't I apply the same principles to my closet as well?

I for one, am sold.

You can try Rent the Runway's unlimited clothing subscription for $159/month here and get 20% off your first month with the code "FIRST."

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