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myfictionaldreams · 10 months

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Steddie x reader where reader is like leader of cheer squad (so ages match up) they love her in her outfit and definitely use it against her during sex. “Come on baby yell for us.” “Give us a D give us a A ….. DADDY.” “We won’t be able to hear you with a shout like that.”

Totally keeps the cheer outfit on too. Sorry just a quick thought.

Give me a D! // Steddie x Fem!Reader

A/N: thank you so so much for requesting this!!! I've changed it up a little bit to go with my Steddie series but I hope you enjoy it! sorry it's a little filthy

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, threesome, dom/sub, pet names, restraints, teasing, fingering, degradation, spit kink, praise kink, namecalling, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, hand job, deepthroating, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie (x2), flexibility, safe word use (yellow), choking, daddy/sir kink, subspace, rough sex, aftercare!!

Words: 7.5k

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“Are you actually organising your stuff or are you just reading that old porn magazine again?” you yelled over your shoulder, not even needing to look at Steve to know what he was doing, he had been too quiet for too long. Your boyfriend confirmed your suspicions by slamming the magazine shut and dropping it into a cardboard box that had his name written on the side.

Despite the chaos in the living area caused by the numerous cardboard boxes, not much work had been achieved. Rolling your shoulders to ease the ache that had settled in the muscles from sitting in the same position for so long, you riffled through your belongings, sitting crossed-legged and hunched over. Even with this, you couldn't help but smile when Steve began to crawl over to you, shuffling closer. The affection grew to a toothy grin as Steve knelt tall behind your body, his face nuzzling into the side of your neck as his arms wrapped around your body.

“I still don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking for”, he grumbled, already bored even though all he’d been able to accomplish so far was opening up one box, finding the porn magazine and flicking through idly until he was semi-hard in his jeans.

You tried not to roll your eyes and sigh as you explained to him, “Pick out anything that you don’t want anymore, I’ve told you this a hundred times now, Steve”.

As you continued to explore through your stuff, you were momentarily stopped as a warm hand cupped under your chin, tilting your face back until you were looking up at an upside-down Steve. “So sassy today”, he commented under his breath, closing the gap slowly to kiss your lips as his fingers stroked down your neck in lazy circles. Just as you were beginning to relax fully into the touch, leaning your weight further back into his firm body, did Steve pull away from the kiss, “So what am I looking for? And If you could explain without the sass that would be great”.

You had a coy smile as you explained as calmly as possible, “I want us to donate to the charity event this weekend that's helping to support the Hawkins attack a year and a half ago”.

Steve’s hair shadowed his face as he seemed to think about everything he owned before deciding, “But I don’t have anything I want to donate”.

“Steve, you have more stuff than Eddie and me combined. I’m sure there’s something you can get rid of now please, move away and stop distracting me. This is why I’ve asked you to help me and not Eddie because you know that boy can not do one task without being distracted by something else”.

Thankfully for once, he did as you asked with a last lingering kiss to your chin before crawling over to another box, opening the lid and pausing at what he saw. Fabric in the colours green, white and yellow were folded nicely into a pile at the top of the box. He frowned before glancing at the side of the box, not realising he’d opened one of yours and low and behold, the words scribbled on the side were your name and hobbies. It was now Steve’s turn to bite his bottom lip to hold back the gleeful laugh he wanted to burst out with as he gently pinched the thin material of the shirt, lifting it to fully inspect the treasure he’d found.

Turning his body towards yours, he coughed to gain your attention, “I can’t believe you’ve still got this”.

“Hmm? What’s that?”, you only briefly glanced over your shoulder, not thinking anything much of what he could have found, you didn’t have anything exciting hidden away. Or so you thought as your eyes widen and your body instinctively turned towards him. “Where did you find that?” Reaching over, you tried to snatch it off of him but Steve held it back and out of your reach.

“Hey! Finders keepers and all that”, he paused, looking at the material with a questioning, thoughtful gaze before a shit-eating grin bloomed across his handsome face. “So, you kept it.”

The apples of your cheeks warmed as you contemplated what to say to stop Steve from looking at you like he’d just won the jackpot. Your mind, however, was blank of any thought so eventually you gave up and released a deep sigh, shoulders dropping as you explained, “Yes I kept my cheerleading uniform, my life revolved around it for years and I wanted to keep it as a for the memories”.

Steve glanced down at the top he held in his hands and then into the box where your skirt was still neatly folded, “Ah, the matching skirt”, he teased.

“Shut up”, you mumbled, embarrassed and tried to snatch the shirt out of his hands but he swiftly stood and held it above his head, knowing you wouldn’t be able to reach it. You still tried though as you stood up on your tip toes to get back your uniform. Steve smirked at your pathetic attempts to reach for the top. “Please could you stop looking at me like that please, I’m embarrassed enough as it is”.

“Why would you be embarrassed? You were great at cheerleading from what I remember, weren’t you the head cheerleader for a while as well?”

Now not only were your cheeks warm but your entire body as he revealed that he remembered you from high school. “Yes I was until I was dropped and hit my head, why do you think I hate heights so much?”

Thankfully Steve didn’t tease you on this and even offered you a sad smile but as he inspected the uniform again, the taunting smile returned as one of his sleek eyebrows raised, “I’ll only give you this back if you go and try it on for me”.

You hoped your expression showed how much his idea was absolutely not happening. “Steve, I’m not putting that on”.

Steve took a step forward, hope twinkling in his warm-honey eyes as he pleaded, “Please, just once”.

With one last trick up his sleeve, he smiled down at you, giving you the look that always has your heartbeat quickening and butterflies tumbling in your stomach. You gave a reluctant sigh and he knew you had finally given in to his request. As you looked at the skirt in the box, you doubted, “I don’t think it’ll even fit anymore”.

Steve holds the top but the shoulders and presses it against your front, “Looks like it’ll fit just fine to me but even if it’s not for me, please just try it on for Eddie, and if they don’t fit into them then we’ll put them away and never mention anything about it again.”

“I don’t think Eddie would enjoy me wearing this”, you mused, picking up the uniform and taking the top off of Steve.

Your boyfriend frowned at your statement, “Why not? I think he’d love it”.

“Because it’s a reminder of all the assholes who used to bully him at school”.

Steve leans close to you, his breath fanning across your lips, “Please Baby, we’ll both love it, I promise”.

“If I have to wear it, does that mean you’ll get to wear whatever I’d like to wear another time?”

Steve didn’t even need a second to contemplate before agreeing to your terms, “Deal”.

Deciding it was easier to get changed out of Steve’s grabby hands, you raced to the bathroom and began to try on your old uniform. Even though you were able to get the top and skirt on, it was still tighter than it used to be due to not having to be exercising as rigorously as you used to and the tightness meant that it was a little bit shorter. Revealing the bare skin of your waist and nearly all of your thighs. As well s this, because you didn't have the special undergarments like you used to that matched the same shade of green as the uniform, if you so much as bent over the slightest bit, your lacy blue underwear would be revealed.

You looked more like you’d bought a cheerleading outfit from a cheap dress-up store than this being the official high-school uniform you used to cherish on a daily basis. Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time, you looked yourself over one more time in the bathroom mirror and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Here she is, head cheerleader for Hawkins High School, ready to woo the boys”, Steve hollers at you before his voice trailed off as he fully took in your appearance from where he sat on the couch. One word to describe how he was exploring your body with his eyes was: hungry. It even made you a little self-conscious as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other and awkwardly crossed your arms to cover your chest. “The socks makes the outfit even more special Babe”.

Looking down at your body, you shuffled your feet that still had the pink fluffy socks that you’d had on all day. The tension eased slightly from your shoulders just as Steve begins to stand.

“Eddie’s going to lose his fucking mind when he sees you”, Steve mutters to himself, moving ever so slowly closer and then around you, taking in every inch of the outfit until he stops in front of you again.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you ask, “Happy now?”

Steve’s full lips part like he was going to answer but he snaps them shut and slowly smirks instead, lifting his hands to stroke his fingers across your exposed midriff, his eyes never left yours though. “I’m very happy right now, Princess”. The low, husky tone he speaks in as your thighs clench together as arousal pools in your core. Steve noticed the movement of your legs, his eyes darkening beneath the strand of hair that had fallen across his forehead.

Neither of you say anything, not when his fingers seemed to be doing all of the talking as he inched them over your top until resting against your nipple that was physically peaked beneath the thin material. You’d not bothered to put on a bra today seeing as you weren’t planning on leaving the trailer today and with the uniform being tight, it only accentuated the outline of your breasts and most importantly your hard nipples.

Steve looked like he was a second away from snapping and you wanted nothing more than for him to do such a thing, especially as he presses his thumb down on the peak, causing you to release the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

The heavy screech of Eddie’s van tyres snapped you both away from the heated moment. You quickly turned on the spot, stepping back towards the bathroom with the intent of changing back into the clothes you were just wearing. Steve on the other hand had other ideas as he caught your wrist and tugged you back to his chest, your other wrist was then easily manouvered to join the other so now both of your wrists were pinned behind your back as you faced the front door to the trailer.

“Steve, please I need to go and get changed”, you chastised over your shoulder as you heard Eddie’s happy whistling as he clambered out of his van.

“Why? I told you he’s going to love it”.

“He won’t, I know he won’t, you don’t understand how badly they all treated him”.

“You’re being dramatic Babe, just wait and see”, he continues to be at ease over the situation and his eyes were almost gleaming when Eddie finally stepped through the door, the whistle tune stopping as he stared at you and Steve.

“What’s going on?” he asks, his eyes exploring your outfit just as hungrily as Steve's.

Before Steve could answer, you quickly blurted out, “Steve found my old uniform and made me try it on and I was trying to go and change it but he wouldn’t let me”.

Eddie steps closer, only stopping when he was close enough that you could smell the recent cigarette on his work clothes and breath, something you used to detest but now reminded you so much of him. His chocolate brown eyes devoured your body, moving slowly and not revealing whether he was happy or pissed off.

Gently, he pressed two of his fingers against the tip of your chin, tilting it up so that you were both face to face. “Why would you think I wouldn’t want to see you wearing this?” he asked with an eerie calm that had your nerves still on edge.

“I... I didn’t think you’d want to be reminded of high school or the people I used to cheer with”, you explained in a soft voice, trying to sound sympathetic.

Eddie’s eyes widen for a split second and then his gaze hardened, his fingers remaining against your chin to keep your face in place, “I don’t care about them, I only care about you. Even if you were playing basketball with that prick Jason, I’d still want to know everything about it, Angel”.

This right here was one of the reasons you had fallen so quickly in love with Eddie Munson. He was so selfless and caring with also the edge of being dominant and demanding with his stance, it always made you feel like you wanted to melt into the floor with how gooey your insides felt.

“Eddie”, you whispered lovingly, about to tell him just how much you cared for him but he cut off any words as he continued to talk, his voice low and rugged.

“I always watched you during practice, you know, from a distance”. This admission had you slightly taken aback, you knew of Steve and Eddie, everyone knew of them at school. Steve Harrington the heartthrob and Eddie the freak Munson, but you never dared to speak to either, just admiring from the back of classrooms or lingering glances at the end of the corridors for two opposing men you thought didn’t even know your name until you’d met them at work. Eddie noticed your shocked expression as he continued to explain, “Just because we didn’t talk at school, doesn’t mean I didn’t notice you, Sweetheart, always up in the air with this little skirt, but of course, I’d never look”, he teased, pulling a smile from the corner of your lips.

“You might not have, but I certainly did”, Steve whispered into your ear from behind you, where he was still holding your arms behind your back. You tried to turn and look at him, also shocked that he had been watching you whilst at school as well but Eddie firmly held your jaw so you were forced to continue to look into his pretty eyes.

“Such a perv”, Eddie taunts as he flicked his gaze towards Steve and finally releases your face so that he could reach for his boyfriend, hand cupping the back of his head and pulling him forward for a searing kiss. Steve groaned deep in his chest which vibrated against your back as he tried to also move closer to Eddie which forced your front against the other man's chest.

A high-pitched noise bubbled from the back of your throat as you were thoroughly squished between the two of them. Eddie pulled back first, releasing his grip on Steve to rest it against your hip as he took a tiny step back to look down at you once more, his lower lip sticking out condescendingly. “Aw, is our sweet little cheerleader feeling lonely?”

Shivering under his intense gaze, you tried to pull your arms out of Steve’s hold but to no avail as he continued to hold tightly, his thumb occasionally stroking against the soft skin of your inner wrist, giving you some comfort.

Eddie’s eyes roamed over your outfit, his fingers beginning to explore your body just as Steve’s had, His fingertips were rough and hard as he began at your hairline, stroking back a strand of hair that had blurred your vision. Slowly and with intent, he moved over your cheekbone, down your jaw and throat, caressing your collarbones as he finally grazed the tops of your breast, pressing down firmly over your still-perked nipples, causing more noises to come from you. The colours of his eyes seemed to darken further at your noise but he continued on his journey, teasing over the exposed skin at your waistline, down your hip and only pausing when he reached the bottom of your shortened skirt.

You were breathing hot, heavy breaths with the anticipation of his fingers delving beneath your skirt and against your ticklish inner thighs, reaching the edge of your panties, pushing them aside so that he could stroke a single finger between your folds.

“So wet for us already, our horny little cheerleader, aren’t you?” he mused, spreading your juices up to your clit. Your hips bucked against his movements, wanting to feel more of him, mewling pathetically as you raised onto your tip toes with the hope that he would see how much you wanted him.

Thankfully he was happy to oblige to your whimpers as he circled your clit, not applying much pressure but just feeling the roughness of his guitar-playing fingers was enough to satisfy. Your head lulls back against Steve’s chest, eyes closed as you allowed Eddie to play between your legs.

Eddie watched you intensely, his cock almost painful inside of his black jeans at watching how hot you looked succumbing to his touches. “Always wanted to do this”, he mused, “How scandalous would it be, the head cheerleader with the school freak”.

That word split through your pleasured bubble as your eyebrows furrowed, looking up at Eddie as you remarked, “Not a freak, Eddie”.

“Ah, but I am a freak when it comes to you”, his eyes twinkled in the late afternoon light, a smile forming on his face and deepening his dimples as he raised his other hand to grip your cheeks, squishing your lips together and forcing them to open. “Wider”, he demanded with a tilt of his head. You opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out, knowing exactly what he was going to do, it was degrading and dirty but when Eddie started to tip into this dominant head space, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

Eddie spat into your mouth, the saliva landing on your tongue where you immediately swallowed it, tasting him and cigarettes. You never used to like doing this but seeing the look on Eddie’s face, the blush that crawled up his neck as his arousal peaked and the praises you knew were sure to come, it only turned you on more to have such a degrading act done.

“So fucking good to me, aren’t you? Swallowing my spit like a pretty angel, such a good girl, our good girl”, every word went straight to your core, causing your pussy to throb and clench and hips to move faster, wanting him, needing him. Eddie observes you for a second, looking as if he was going to combust right then and there before he retracted his fingers from your clit and down to your hole and brought his attention to Steve. “Want to feel how wet she is?”

Steve didn’t say a single word as he continued to hold your wrists behind your back with one hand and whilst looking down your shoulder, he slipped his other hand under your skirt and down the front of your panties. The two of them moved at the same time, Steve circling your clit and Eddie pushing a single digit into your pussy, moving in and out in time with Steve’s circles.

“You are soaked Princess, is that just for us?” Steve asked in a low tone whilst rutting his hips into your palms so you could feel his erection in his jeans.

“Always for you two ”, you sound breathless as you continue to look up at Eddie and lean your upper body against Steve for support as your thighs were shaking with all the stimulation between your legs.

Steve chuckles in your ear, biting the lobe for a second before mocking, “Our slutty little cheerleader”. You mewl at the name, usually, your praise kink needed to be stroked just as much as your pussy but today, standing between them, the spitting and the names were welcomed to create a scenario of breaking the rules with the outfit you were wearing.

Eddie noticed just how much you enjoyed this as well as your hole clenched around his middle finger. The curly-haired man chuckled down at you whilst licking his bottom lip, “Oh, you like it when he calls you that? What are you thinking about right now, Sweetheart?”

Your mind is buzzing, skin prickling with heat as the boxes and plan to organise had been long forgotten about. “I’m imagining us, in the janitor's store room, we’re hiding from everyone but, I could see you both as I’m performing and I’m so desperate for you both, so wet, so needy, I want you to touch me - ah, right there! Please don’t stop-”.

Your rambling becomes incoherent as Eddie added a second finger, curling them against your pleasurable nerves inside your pussy as Steve pressed harder against your clit, increasing in speed. Everything felt so good, you wish you could tell them how good your body felt, how much you needed them, wanted them but your tongue felt too heavy.

“So naughty”, Steve mumbled into the shell of your ear. You can smell his hair as it stroked your cheek, the lemon shampoo and the copious amounts of the hairspray that he’d used.

Eddie’s masterful fingers curled and pumped inside of you, the hand on your face squeezing once more forcing your mouth to open again so that your moans split out without any restraint as you felt the beautiful spark between your legs. “You gonna cum for us, pretty slut? I can feel you tightening around my fingers”.

“Ye-Yes, please can I cum? I can’t- I can’t hold it, I need…”, your words were blurring together and Eddie chuckled at how desperate you looked. However, his condescending laugh was the complete opposite of his sweet touch as he kissed your temple once, “You can cum for us, been so good for us so far, haven’t you, that’s it, around my fingers, cum for us”.

The two of them encouraged you through your orgasm, your insides burning with pleasure, knees trembling and struggling to keep you upright as your boyfriends coaxed your orgasm as far as it could go before you slumped fully against Steve.

Your eyes had clenched close in the process so you didn’t see Eddie sucking on his soaked fingers but you certainly heard his dirty moans before he again tilted your face so that he could kiss the tip of your nose in a second of comfort before his hard exterior returned.

“Do you wanna show me how much you missed me today?” Eddie asked whilst releasing your face.

Opening your eyes, you knew you probably looked a mess, eyes glazed, unsteady on your feet but his words were like more praises as your mouth began to water of its own accord as you moaned, “Yes, please”.

Eddie’s eyes latch onto Steve as the man behind you released his hold on your wrists and immediately you were dropping to your knees, the carpet comforting against your skin. Eddie stepped closer, his crotch now at eye level as your fingers fumbled to undo his chained belt, the metal clanging as you raced to try and get to the area you wanted most. You could feel his cock, throbbing in the confines of his jeans and boxers as his belt opened, the button was undone and the zipper was down. You push his clothes down over his hips until his cock was bobbing in front of you.

He was rock hard, the tip a darker shade of pink compared to the shaft and already leaking beads of precum. Without wasting a second to tease him like you usually did, your lips wrapped around his cock, tasting the salty goodness and lapping it up with a few licks before taking more of his length to the back of your throat and sucking. Eddie sucked in a quick breath, his thighs clenching under where your hands rested against them as he quickly grabbed the back of your head.

You’re still crowded around them both, kneeling between them and shaking slightly from your orgasm but the adrenaline of it all had your throat relaxing, desperate to please him just as much as he’d pleased you, taking more and more of his length until his curly hair at the base of his cock was nearly brushing against your nose.

Eddie was cursing and shaking nearly as much as you as his hands disappear from the back of your head. Glancing back up at him as you bob your head up and down on his cock, you could see Steve and Eddie making out.

Their lips and tongues clashed together, both their hands trying to undress one another, needing to feel each other’s naked bodies. Eddie was swifter and more skilled with removing clothes as he had Steve’s jeans pushed down his hips and his hand wrapped around his cock and pumping with long strokes. Steve gasps, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against Eddie’s mouth hanging open as he thrust into Eddie’s palm before his fingers delved into the soft curls and pulled him into another burning kiss.

The position you were in was hot, sweat dripping down your temple and spine beneath your uniform, especially as the two men removed the remaining of their clothes from above you continued to become more heated with their kisses and touches. Neither deem to dominate the other which always seemed to be the case when the three of you were intimate, they were both in charge but had different ways in which they displayed this.

Eddie’s fist increased his speed as he pulled back and looked down at you on your knees still. “You look so pretty on your knees for me”, you smiled around his cock and sucked him harder, causing his hips to jut forward. “Shit! Do that again, you can take more of me I know you can”.

You loved seeing the competition in his eyes as you raised slightly up, taking a deep breath through your nose and sucked him harder and tried to swallow his entire length, gagging but keeping him there wanting to pleasure him, even as your eyes filled with tears. Eddie always liked to push your limits but you try and relax to not overwhelm yourself as his bush again tickled your nose.

“Angel, I’m going to cum already if you do that again”, Eddie admits as he watches Steve hold back your hair that was damp with sweat. Hearing those words from Eddie, only drove you to make him cum, wanting to taste his seed so you moved faster, sucking his heavy cock with more power and need.

Eddie on the other hand did not appreciate this as he released Steve’s cock to grab his hand instead, pulling your hair back harshly so that you were moved off of his cock and you couldn’t help but grin up at him, a string of salviia conneting your lips and his cock. Eddie was flushed and breathing heavily as he stared down at you. “Didn’t say I wanted to cum did I?”, he retorted at you.

However, it was Steve who spoke next, breathing just as heavily as Eddie. “You know, I used to remember her being one of the loudest during cheer, why don’t we try it out?”

Frowning at his idea, embarrassed by the thought of having to shout whatever it is that they had in mind, you tried and pull against their hold on their head to return sucking of Eddie but they held onto you firmly. “I guess you’re right, can’t cheer with my cock in your mouth. Why don’t we try something else, stand up for us, Sweetheart”.

Eddie and Steve release your hair and firmly grip under your arms, helping you to stand and steady yourself with how wobbly your legs now felt after being on your knees for so long. “Come here, Honey”, Steve instructs, his strong hands still supporting you as he now smiled down at you.

Then you’re completely hypnotised by Steve as he presses his lips to yours, slowly and deeply kissing and tasting you, moaning as hints of Eddie coated Steve’s tongue as he pushes it into your mouth. With his distraction, you were hardly aware of his wandering hands as they reached under your skirt and pushed the flimsy material of your panties down until they rested at your thighs.

It was only when his hand spanked your arse did you pull away from his mouth to gasp loudly at the sting that settled across the soft skin of your cheek. Steve spanked again, the noise sharp in your ears as he then massaged the area before turning you around so that you were facing Eddie, “I need to feel you, Princess”.

Steve rested a heavy hand against your shoulder, pushing your upper body against Eddi’es so your face rested against his warm chest and your skirt was lifted to expose your ass to him. Steve curses taking in the sight of you slightly bent over, all pretty and cock drunk and waiting for him to fuck you. With his cock still wet from your lips, he reached down, sliding his hips closer to yours and slowly eased his cock into your soaked pussy.

“Ah- Steve!”, your moans were like sweet music to his ear as he slowly begins to rock his hips, his hands massaging your hips before one clenched into your hair, yanking your head back so pain flashes through your scalp. You love it however as you clench tighter around him, even at the odd angle that your neck is not bent, exposing the front of it to Eddie as you held on tightly to his shoulders so that you didn’t topple over.

“That’s better!”, Eddie encourages as he strokes the back of his finger against your cheek, wiping some salvia that had dribbled there. “Now, where were we? Oh yes! Come on Angel, yell for us”.

Your silence was enough that Steve stopped fucking you, his lips hovering over your ear as you whimpered at him to keep going. “You want me to carry on, then you’re going to listen to Eddie, understood?”

“Yes, I understand”, you whined whilst trying to rock yourself back on Steve’s cock.

“Good”, Steve began moving in and out of you once more, his hips snapping against yours as he spoke. “Give me a D, give me an A, give me a D D Y!”

Your body trembled with embarrassment but you did just as instructed, “D A D D Y”, you mumbled in a half-assed volume.

Eddie shook his head, “We won’t be able to hear you with a shout like that”, he chastised. “Again! And louder this time so that everyone in the trailer park can hear”.

With each snap of Steve’s hips, you shouted a letter until you were hollering the word DADDY loud enough that the neighbours were sure to hear. Eddie was loving it with how hard his cock was throbbing in front of you, especially looking over your shoulder and seeing how flushed Steve was as he continued to fuck you as you shouted the nickname that you liked to call him during intimate moments like this.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now what about me?” Eddie mocked before he lifted your cheerleading top, exposing your breasts of which he promptly dropped his height to suck on each of your nipples in turn. Your nails dug into his shoulders as his teeth nipped harshly on the peak, then licked the pain away.

You let out a quivering moan as you work up the courage to shout, S I R, with Steve’s thrusts. Eddie laughs around your breast at your pathetic attempts but knew you were teetering on the edge of going too far with his degradation so he sweetly kissed the side of your stomach. “Doing so well for us Angel, taking Steve’s cock like that, doing everything we tell you to. Jesus H. Christ, how did we get so lucky?”

You mewl at the praises, starting to feel overwhelmed at the harsh touches of your hair still being pulled on, your breasts being groped and played with by Eddie and the cock that was desperately fucking your cunt, causing loud squelches from how wet you were. But then there were his words, the little kisses from both of your boyfriends and despite all of the degrading and teasing, you still held so much affection and love for them both. You wanted to tell them just how much you adored them however the words that tumbled from your lips were an incoherent mess.

“I…I - Lov- Want you- Need you-”, there were almost tears forming in your eyes with how frustrated you were getting with yourself for not being able to tell them how much you loved them. Steve and Eddie didn’t need to hear though as they simultaneously kisses the closest body part, Steve your shoulder and Eddie your sternum.

“I know Honey, it’s a lot, isn’t it? You’re doing amazing Baby, wanna cum on my cock?”

“Yes…please”, you sob, clinging to Eddie as he began to move lower, your hands now holding onto his hair.

“Always so polite”, Eddie chuckles as he watches Steve slow his thrusts but only so he could fuck you deeply and each stroke caressed every single nerve in your pussy. This was then when the long-haired man spread your legs further apart which was limited by the panties still around your thighs but it gave him just enough room to dip his head down and lick your clit.

You weren’t able to ask for permission to cum as you saw stars, breath catching in your throat as your whole body shivered and throbbed with your orgasm. Once again they both had to hold you up as your cunt spasmed around Steve’s cock and he tipped his head back trying not to cum but it was no use. “Shit, sh-it, you’re so tight Baby, I’m cumming, that’s it, take it all!”. You could feel his cum spurting into your cunt, coating your walls and dripping out of the edge and down your thighs.

You all but slumped forward completely onto Eddie as he finally stood back up. Steve on the other hand had pulled out of you and was removing your panties completely from your body, using two fingers to push his cum back into your still fluttering hole. Eddie admired your dazed face for a second before stroking your hair away from your ear, “Shall we show Steve just how flexible you are?”

Giving him a simple nod, Eddie walks you over to the couch, lying you down on your back, your breasts still exposed and your skirt now bunched around your waist. Eddie gives you a proud smile, leaning down to kiss you softly and sweetly, a touch that had you craving more and groaning as he moved away. His rings were cool against your thighs as he began to push your legs back until your knees were by your shoulders.

In this position and basically being folded in half, you could see how soaked your pussy and the tops of your thighs were with your juices and feel Steve’s cum oozing out and down over your asshole. “Can’t let that go to waste now can we?” Eddie mumbles, dipping down and licking up the cum and swallowing it all. You and Steve groaned desperately at the sight before you’re being distracted as Eddie knelt properly over you and began to slide his cock into your cunt.

Eddie holds you down and fucks you fast and hard, the cushions of the couch springing your body up and down which only helped with his momentum. At one point Steve stood behind you and began to hold down your legs so that Eddie could stroke your clit in rough swipes.

Your orgasm hit you like a train, and as you were being held down, you couldn't wither and move to release the tension that was pulsing through you. It was so thoroughly intense that you couldn’t even form words anymore but Eddie kept going, fucking you through your orgasm that it formed into another. However, this time, as he fucked you hard and deep, his tip brushing against your cervix and g-spot with each thrust, it was too overwhelming for you and everywhere between your legs felt too sensitive.

As the next orgasm clenches through you, your moans stutter as you struggle to catch your breath and when your face clenches tightly and the noises coming from your mouth change, was when Eddie notice that you might have been too overwhelmed.

Eddie grabs your chin, forcing you to look towards him but your eyes are closed so he leans down to kiss your nose. “What’s your colour, Sweetheart?”

“Ye-yel-yello-”, you can’t even form the word properly but he understands enough. Steve releases your legs, easing them on either side of Eddi’es body as he crowds down around you, like an overheated cocoon, the small space helping to ground you. The two of you catch your breaths as Steve strokes your hair away from your face where it nuzzled into Eddie’s neck.

“Want me to pull out?” Eddie asks, kissing your cheek gently and pushing up on his hands so that he could look at your face again where it's a lot more relaxed than it had been.

“No, No I just need a second”, you explained, feeling too sensitive that you didn’t want him to move anything down there, knowing the sensation would pass in a moment, just needed to calm down enough that you wanted to continue. If you’d shouted red, he knew to pull out and find out what was hurting or scaring you but when you said yellow, it was mostly because you just needed a moment before it became too overwhelming.

Eddie and Steve continue to hold you for a couple of minutes and after taking a deep breath, you dared to open flutter open your eyes and look at both men. “I’m ok, it just felt like a lot but I’m green, I promise”.

Steve gives you an upside down kiss from where he stood over you both and then Eddie drops down kisses down your neck, moving his hips slowly, being careful like you were fragile and close to breaking but you appreciated the careful movements. However as your arousal quickly builds again, you’re wanting it harder and faster.

Reaching behind you for Steve’s hand, you placed it around your neck, wanting him to choke you which he did with a deep chuckle as your legs wrapped tightly around Eddie’s hips, encouraging him as well. Eddie didn’t need to be told twice and he was soon fucking you vigorously as Steve applied the slightest bit of pressure, not enough that you were struggling to breathe but enough to have you feeling light and dizzy.

“Look so pretty like this beneath me, taking my cock so well, I’m gonna cum now Angel, you gonna take it all like a good girl?”

“Yes Sir”, you gasp as he shifted his hips and began to fuck directly into your g-spot. Instantly your legs dropped open as you were once more overwhelmed with pleasure and cumming with Eddie who grunted just as loudly as you moaned through each of your orgasms.

As soon as he stopped spilling his seed, he pulled out and moved away but was swiftly replaced by Steve who sat back on the couch and pulled your trembling body into his arms. You’re still moaning, clenching and shivering as he holds you close, lips against your temple as he whispered sweet praises to you, “Did so well for both of us, so proud of you babe, we’re gonna look after you ok? Just take a few deep breaths for me, I need you to slow you breathing down, that’s it, well done”.

You hadn’t even realised just how panicked your body was reacting to being overstimulated and thoroughly fucked, drifting into a submissive space of needing the comfort of their warm bodies. Each word that Steve spoke, you mentally clung onto, slowing your breathing down which in turn settled your disorientated mind.

You were still shaking as if you were cold, even though you were still half-dressed in the cheerleader uniform as you nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his smell. This was when another pair of hands rested against your thighs, easing them open slightly. “Careful Sweetheart, just going to clean you”. Even though Eddie was soft and tender with his touches, you still couldn’t help from flinching at the contact of the warm cloth stroking over your puffy, used pussy. “All done, now I need you to drink this for us”.

You turn your head towards the voice and then a glass is pressed against your lips, opening your mouth, Eddie helps you to drink the glass of water before you once more nuzzle into Steve. “Are you in pain?” the man holding you asks. You’re still feeling floaty so you try and shake your head, not wanting them to worry, only wanting to make them happy.

“I need to hear your words, Baby, you know that”, Steve continues, sitting up slightly so that you're forced to move away from his neck.

“N-No”, you whisper, giving the automatic answer but then you really thought about it, especially as the adrenaline began to wear off.

Eddie and Steve noted the stutter and shared a worried look. “You sure about that?” Eddie asked, his fingers interlocking with yours, another move to help ground you to the moment rather than getting lost between whether you were still in a dom/sub scene or the reality that it was over.

“N-no, I’m not sure”, you admit after a couple of minutes.

“Talk to us, what are you not sure about? Where does it hurt?” Steve encouraged.

“I have a tummy ache”, finally you admit, feeling a dull throb in your stomach, almost like a light period cramp.

“Sorry Sweetheart, did I go too hard?” Eddie asks guilty, his doe eyes wide with worry.

“No, you didn’t go too hard, I mean, I liked it”, you say, finally opening your eyes and smiling sweetly at him. Perking your lips Eddie got the hint and leaned forward for a gentle kiss before he stood and walked into the open kitchen area. A couple more minutes passed as the moisture that had formed on your skin began to cool, you shivered as a calm gust of air brushed over your body. Eddie returned then, with a hot water bottle which he pressed against your stomach, some pain relief that you took, a blanket and a bag of chips that Steve helped you to eat after taking a greedy handful for yourself.

“Was everything else ok?” Steve asked with a mouth full of snacks.

“Yeah, everything else was great”, you answer honestly and tiredly against his shoulder, still feeling limp in your body.

“What about needing a break? What happened there?” Eddie asked as he sat next to Steve, behind your back, crowding in close to you both once more.

“Just felt like a little too much, I knew I just needed a break, I wouldn’t have asked you to do anything differently”.

“What about you? Everything ok with you?” Steve asks Eddie as he feeds him a couple of chips.

“Yeah, everything was perfect with me, you?” Eddie asks, smiling genuinely at his boyfriend.

“Yeah, everything is perfect with me too”. The boys lean in and kiss each other slowly before Steve leans back with an idea, “Shall we go out for some food? I’ve heard there’s a new Italian a couple of blocks away from Nancy’s.”

You frown and open your eyes to look up to Steve who was now looking down at you with a shit-eating grin then you realise he was joking. “Funny Stevie, I don’t think I’m going to be on my feet any time soon but food does sound good and more than just chips”.

“How about I order in? Pretty sure I’ve got a couple of coupons in my car”, Steve manhandled and shuffled your body until you were in Eddie’s arms who was now dressed in so grey joggers and Steve rushed to the bedroom to find his own, then out of the front door to go to his car.

Snuggling in close to Eddie, feeling the heaviness of sleep starting to take over your body. That is until he whispers against your hair, “I bet you ten bucks you’re asleep before he comes back”.

Your eyes snap open as you look up at him, fighting sleep as you confidently responded, “You’re on Munson”.

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whileyoureinschoolidothisallday · 2 years

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I feel moved to do this so I’m gonna

I can only speak for the US, but if you think covid isn’t a big deal anymore you are being lied to. on multiple levels.

First and most important, covid is airborne. It was always airborne. This is a well-established fact in the medical community and has been for awhile. What this means is that, in indoor spaces and crowded outdoor spaces, it is chilling in the air and you are inhaling it with every breath you take. The more virus you inhale, the sicker you will be. The gov knows it, the cdc knows it, everyone knows it. Nobody wants to say this to avoid accountability that they fucked up the initial response with a focus on droplets, and they don’t want “panic”. Plus it will obviously cost them more.

herd immunity was never, and is not going to be, a thing with this virus

You can and will get reinfected. And with every infection, you’re at higher risk of severe disease and organ damage, including your brain.

Two very large studies on Long Covid have recently come out, and in summary, it is very real and you don’t want this shit. It’s estimated that 1 in 5 infected people will get it and there is no cure yet. Even if we find one, organ and brain damage is not reversible.

covid is causing an increase in brain disorders

this is an LA emergency room today as of August 27 2022 It’s like this all over as you can see in the comments.

children are at significantly higher risk for covid complications

masking doesn’t hurt kids’ speech development

earloop masks don’t do shit to protect you at this point and this is well established in the medical community. It’s N95 or higher or you have very little protection. Any mask is better than no mask. If you have absolutely no choice but to use ear looped masks, a mask brace helps significantly

you can get a p100, a mask with even higher filtration than n95, on amazon for $30. This is the one I bought. Here are more p100 and elastomeric masks you can buy safely

here is an indepth video on how to perform a DIY fit test at home using instructions from the US Army. You should be doing this with every mask you have (if you’re curious as to why federal mask mandates were never enforced or even discussed, it’s because federal law mandates that companies have to fit test every employee if masks are required for airborne protection and they can’t/don’t want to figure out how to work around this for the general public. You need to fit test for a mask to work accurately.)

one of the key components to actually returning life to normal for everyone, including the disabled, is air filtration. The Corsi-Rosenthal Box is a cheap, open source air filter that’s on par with more expensive filtration systems. At it’s best, it reduces 80% of the covid inhalation dose, which is the equivalent of a group of people all wearing decent quality, fitting masks. This not only helps against covid, but also reduces exposure to other respiratory illnesses and even allergies! People all over the country are making these and donating them to schools, businesses, people in need, etc. Here’s a video on how to make one yourself and I highly recommend you do if you can. If you don’t like masks for whatever reason, this is how we get rid of them

here is an awesome thread about traveling during covid

If you’d like reviews on various types of masks and if they pass fit tests, this is the guy you wanna follow

if you’re looking for graphs and charts and statistics, you wanna follow this account

if you wanna know more about air filtration, literally everyone in the medical community worth their salt is constantly screaming about it on twitter, but I recommend following this guy

and if you want accurate information about covid, then you should follow one of the first whistleblowers for the disease. He’s been right about everything so far, and he’s also posting accurately about monkeypox

NOW HOW ABOUT A FEW GOOD THINGS??????

a very promising prophylactic for covid, called Evusheld, exists and has been authorized for emergency use in the US. If you are immunocompromised, over the age of 12, and 88+ pounds, please harass your GPD and pharmacy to give it to you!!!! It is actively being suppressed and the us gov isn’t buying supply, so most medical professionals don’t know it exists and will fight you about it. Even if you aren’t in the US, it’s available in over 100 countries!!!!!

Novavax is a new and very promising vaccine that would be effective for emerging variants, and it’s working better than the current vaccines to prevent infection. But, again, the US is refusing to buy supply and the FDA is dragging their feet because the current administration is pfizer’s bitch :)

also, in general, I know it sounds scary that covid is airborne, but we have a lot of airborne diseases, and we know how to fight them. They aren’t magic. We can and do manage them all the time. It’s just that for some reason (capitalism), we’ve decided not to this time.

but the information is still available. We don’t have to lie down and let this thing destroy our communities and isolate our disabled and vulnerable neighbors. We have the ability, at any time, to end this shit for real and make our local communities safer, with or without the gov’s help.

we just have to do it.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for telling my Grandma I'm not going to have a specific conversation with her and just walking away?

So context, I (28) am currently between jobs because one of my ex-coworkers was the asshole who got me fired, and I haven't found anything new.

My mother (50) and I both live in my Grandma (80)'s house which is divided into an upstairs and a downstairs. Grandma lives in the downstairs. So do my mom and sister. I live alone in a two bedroom upstairs which belonged to my late aunt.

Right after my aunt died, I wanted to clean the apartment, organize, donate, toss, keep her stuff. To make sure everything gets where it'd ought best go, but my mother told me I had no right to go through my aunt's things alone and sort keepsake from takaway; if I was to do anything it was to be with her.

Well, three years of me trying to get my mom up here to sort through it with me because I want to respect her wishes, and my stuff accruing in a layer over top of my aunts stuff because I can't get rid of it, and the apartment is a lifetime and three years mess. My mom never made the time to do what she told me I wasn't allowed to do without her, me respecting these wishes which she probably doesn't even remember. I've been living up here too afraid of trespassing against my aunts memory to clean the cobwebs full of her red hair. Because my mother said, I had no right to do it.

And that cleaning anxiety is on top of executive dysfunction, depression, having too much shit, being a sprawler type adhd, and working a 40 h/week 'part-time' retail position. I didn't have it in me to clean by myself, and the mess kept getting worse and no one would substancially help me no matter how much I asked. Not my mom and not my sister (who gets a pass because she's got post-exertional malases from Long Covid).

Now fast foreward to two weeks ago. My mother final finds the motivation to clean the upstairs apartment because she's got a boyfriend now, and they wanna have sex upstairs where my grandma can't hear it. They didn't ask me if it was okay or anything: just decided that my space is now OUR space because it's convinent to her. I don't really care, and I'm annoyed, but finally someone to clean the fucking apartment with. She said, two weeks ago that he'd be coming around in about four months time. We spent the day getting a lot of cleaning done. Not anywhere near all of it, but a lot. And I've finally gotten what I see as permission to start sortitioning my aunts things. I'm pacing myself cleaning on that four month timetable.

And then today she bursts into the apartment to announce that BF will be here in a week, and she starts hauling major ass with my late aunt's heavy as shit sewing supplies. For my part, I vent the new timeline to my friends and then get to work cleaning my bedroom so I can move the stuff I have sprawled over the living room into my bedroom. Because my bedroom being messy is what's getting in my way the most.

When she's done hauling boxes, she goes to start cleaning the bathroom, and because she's in too much of a hurry on this new self-imposed and sprung upon me timeline, she hurts herself cleaning the toilet. Spasms her wrist, locks up her back. I help her downstairs but she's obviously done for the day, probably done for the week even. I get back to light cleaning with breaks, pacing myself to the new timeline I have to deal with. And I get a call from my grandma.

G: "Hey anon can you come down here." A: "I'll be down in a minute." I pull on pants and a shirt and head down.

And here we get to the key events all that context was building toward.

G: "What happened with your mom." A: "She hurt herself cleaning." G: "I know that, I mean why was she cleaning your apartment. You're an adult who's lived here for three years, and she's the only one working, and now she can't move. Why's the apartment you live in such a state that she needs to clean it for you."

Now, I know my grandma. A mule would be jealous of her stubborn demeanor. She's on an oxygen machine 24 hours a day and she still smokes two packs a week. You can't change her mind once she's made it up.

So I'm doing calculations in my head while she's laying into me, and I conclude she's made her mind up: She thinks I'm 100% in the wrong and nothing that came out my mouth would convince her that my mom is just as much an adult as I am who is responsible for her own decisions that got her to overworking when cleaning and hurting herself in the process, and also several inter-related key factors in why so much cleaning needs to be done on an 'oh fuck, immediately' timescale.

Doing the math makes me a bit angry, and I don't like the type of person I get to acting like when I'm angry, especially because anything I say will just make her more upset, so I say, "Grandma, I'm not going to have this conversation with you."

And I walk away. I leave while she yells at me to come back and let myself be yelled at. I'm angry, so I mindfully do not to slam her door on my way out and go back up stairs

After some scrumbling and a bit more light cleaning with breaks to pace myself, best I can, to this newly imposed and unreasonable timetable, my room is 90% clean and ready for me to put my stuff in it. And now that I'm not as angry anymore, I started to feel guilty that I didn't even try to explain anything to her. I just decided she'd made up her mind and made up mine to walk away without even trying. So, I typed this up to ask:

AITA for refusing to engage her in that conversation and just walking away?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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violetrainbow412-blog · 7 months

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Day 25: love letters

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

A small disclaimer: I tried my best to proofread the letters but I hope you can forgive any mistakes, if there are. I had a lot of fun planning this one, I hope you like it!

“Why do we have so much trash, Mom?” your teenage daughter asked, watching you close the third jumbo-sized black bag filled with things you clearly no longer needed.

You two were putting away the necessary things for the move the following week and, taking advantage of the occasion, you were getting rid of things you no longer needed and putting some others in boxes to donate to some institution. Michelle wasn't too excited about the idea of cleaning, like any teenager, but at that point she wasn't even helping you anymore and was just sitting near you, playing with anything interesting she found and keeping you entertained with her chatter.

“Over the years you accumulate things because you think they will be useful for later, but in reality they aren’t and they just become a pile of useless things” you laughed “And when they can be you forget that you have them saved and you buy a new one”

“Do you think Dad will buy me that closet I want for my birthday?”

“It will depend on your grades and how well you behave,” you murmured, as you always responded whenever she asked both of you for something. She knew it was easier to bend her father to her whims, but you made sure to remind Spencer that discipline was necessary too.

“What does that box have inside?” she asked and you had to lift your head from where she was standing to look at which box she was referring to.

A smile escaped you when you noticed that she had found your old, unpainted metal box that had once stored sweets but now fulfilled other functions, the one that you kept in a dresser drawer but that with so much movement had ended up on one of your husband's stacks of books.

“Open it and find out”

Your daughter did as you asked, removing the lid with some trepidation as if a poisonous animal was going to jump out.

“Letters?”

“These are all the letters your father has written to me,” you responded proudly. The package was quite sizeable and had everything from envelopes to poorly cut pieces of paper that Spencer would slip into your pocket from time to time.

“Letters?” she repeated, sounding quite confused. “That's like the Middle Ages. Did you guys not have cell phones or what?”

“Letters are still used today, miss Tech,” you scolded her, pointing an accusing finger at her. “But your dad has never been a fan of text messages, and when we met I was working as a clerk in a library that your dad frequented. We would talk from time to time and he would leave me pieces of paper among the books he handed out so that I could read them. Almost all of them were his opinion of the books, but at some point it was his way of flirting with me. This one, for example, was for our first date… see?”

You gave your daughter a folded brown sheet of paper, from which she read the following:

“How cheesy!” she complained, after reading the words of the man who would later become your husband, although you knew she probably didn't mean it. “And what did you say to him?”

“Well, I told him yes, it's obvious. "It seemed very sweet to me, at our age no one did that kind of thing anymore."

“But there are many letters here.”

“Oh, yes, your dad traveled a lot when he still worked at the BAU and although we talked on the phone he made sure to write me a letter every time he missed me, which was almost every time” you laughed, remembering with nostalgia your courtship “He says that writing helps him think about things better. There are several good ones, to tell the truth”

You searched through the box for a letter that was decent enough for the teenager to read, feeling her gaze at all times. Finally you extended it to her, one made of beige paper and the same crooked handwriting that the two of you knew perfectly well.

“And it didn't scare you?” she asked, frowning slightly “You know, that it was so… that he sounded so in love.”

“Oh, I was too, daughter,” you answered honestly. “Although not all of them were equally romantic, there are some that are sillier. Like that one here, look at this”

“Was my dad always as nerdy as he is now? With that curious data and statistics”

“He was much more so,” you laughed. Your daughter opened her eyes wide, as if she didn't believe it.

“And you still married him?”

“Are you guys talking about me?” a voice spoke from the door, making both of you jump. Spencer had just finished his class hours and you didn't know why you hadn't even heard him open the door, but there he was now.

“I was showing Mich the letters you gave me,” you explained and he nodded softly, realizing this from the box resting on your daughter's lap.

“Do you still have them?” he asked, an almost imperceptible blush on his cheeks, as he sat on the bed next to you.

“Of course, why would I get rid of them?”

With care and love you reached up to the back of your husband's neck and then pulled him to you in a soft kiss that took him by surprise, but which he didn’t refuse.

“Ugh! You are disgusting!” Michelle squealed from the other side, forcing you to break away from the laughter that had overcome you.

“You won't say that when you have a boyfriend.”

"What are you talking about? She'll never have a boyfriend," Spencer added, as he always responded at the mention of it. "We're going to put her in a nunnery, don't you remember?"

"Daddy!" she complained, pretending to be upset, but with a smile giving away that she wasn't.

The man left his place to walk over to your daughter and lean towards her, trying to place a kiss on her forehead while he struggled with all her complaints and kicks. But in the end she always gave in, just like he did with her. They were each other's weakness.

“Go and take a shower and if you have homework, finish it. We’re going to order a pizza."

Your daughter gave a celebratory expression and left the room in a hurry, to fulfill what he had told her and also to get rid of the possibility of you asking her to do the cleaning that she hadn’t done during the afternoon.

"How was your day?"

“Everything normal,” he smiled, reaching out to take one of the old envelopes you had in the box, and with that you two seemed to be remembering the same time: the passionate and youthful love you had. “I hope she hasn't read the more inappropriate”

“No, I keep those just for myself,” you replied, winking at him playfully.

The next morning Spencer had classes early, so he left almost after breakfast. You didn't realize that he had left a note on the table until much later and when you found it you couldn't help but smile like a fool.

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sir-subpar · 4 months

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We Need Help To Save Buddy!

Our dog had been battling cancer. I didn't share too much about it on here originally out of privacy.

Now, however...

There is a chance to save him from his tumor. But.. Not only would it require surgery, it would require radiation therapy which isn't done in the state I live in. We would have to go to another state.

And it's very expensive. It can cost $7,000, or even more in some cases.

Because the tumor is on his face it's really hard to remove all the cancerous tissue.

To remove it all might require removing part of his nasal cavity and his eye if we don't get the proper radiation therapy. We've already had surgery done on it before, and it grew back far more aggressive.

Please help us get rid of his cancer, for good this time

I am asking for emergency commissions.

Please, help me save our dog

Buddy

He's been with us in the darkest of times. He's been a wonderful, loving part of our family. He is one of the sweetest things I've ever seen in this world. And saving this animal would mean the world to me. To us. To our family.

Commissions, tips, donations, spreading the word, anything and everything helps bring us closer to saving his life. We don't want to have to put him down.

He still has so many years left. Please, if you can, help us save our dog. Every penny counts.

I have a Ko-fi. We also set up a GoFundMe, hosted by my brother. Which I will also link. We're hoping that together we can save Buddy from this awful disease.

To show you all just how much this means to me. I will reveal my face to you all. And share more photos of our beloved Buddy, from before his cancer got so bad

In this last photo, he sneezed in the middle of me taking the picture. Such a silly dog

#serious talk #save buddy #cancer #tumors #buddy b dog #subpar speaks #emergency commissions #ko fi support #gofundme #every bit counts #spread the word

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lolitakirstein · 3 months

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Hey Neighbor PT 10

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Toji

“So what exactly are you wanting me to do, sir?” the lanky male asks Toji. The computer opened and reflected in his oversized glasses.

“I am curious myself,” Shiu sits with his ankle over his knee, staring at Toji from across the kitchen table. “Your text from last night was quite unexpected”

Toji is seated with his forearms braced on the table, a slight frown on his face and a tiredness in his eyes. Which was to be expected since he hadn’t slept a wink the previous night. His mind spun from thoughts of you and this mysterious guy that had interrupted his owning up everything to you. He battled back and forth with his mind–should he really try to find out who this was or should he allow you to live your life and make your own choices? As the sun peaked over the horizon, he came to the middle ground, sorta. He’d find out who this guy was, but that was it! No background checks, no sending out people to his house, and definitely not wiping him off the planet and out of your life. Just a normal hacking of a phone.

“I need to see messages on y/n phone.” Toji answers.

Shiu’s eyes widen, taken back for a moment. Then, his face turns to one of joy. “Ah, already? The agreement must’ve been–”

“This isn’t about the agreement,” Toji interrupts, brusquely. He turns towards the hacker. “Just tell me you can do it.”

The hacker wrings his hands over his keyboard, clearly nervous in the presence of the infamous Toji Fushiguro. “Uhm, I can put spyware on it? Do you have the phone?”

“No, do it remotely. She uses an Apple phone and computer. I’m sure she has messages coming through her computer on the messaging app.” He demands.

“If we are in the range of her wifi, I can crack through her password, and then the software can gather all her credentials–logins and passwords. Then, we just enter those into the messaging app.” The hacker spoke quickly, clearly excited to show off his abilities.

“Do it,” he orders.

A day off work was never really a day off. Being so busy with work and honestly being lazy, the house chores had fallen behind. Though you have been living here for a few months now, the house still screams “Grandmother’s house.” You just hadn’t had the heart or the mental strength to get rid of things. Grief made you hang on to it as much as possible Until the smell of her house was replaced with your soft vanilla and lavender smell. You started in the bedroom, packing away old clothes to take to donation centers and replacing the bed sheets with ones that were more you—A soft purple comforter and an overabundance of pillows.

After folding the new bath towels and placing them in the upstairs hallway closet, you look up at the ceiling and the hatch to the attic ladder. You had been dreading going up there for a few reasons. Spiders, dust, dirt, mold, and the wild idea that someone might be up there living for all you knew. Another reason was what you DID know was up there. Pictures, memories of people you would never see again, and memories of moments you’ll never experience. But, today was the day. It had to be done.

Straightening your shoulder, you pull the string and allow the ladder to unfold to the floor. Surprisingly, no dead bodies tumbled down and no clouds of dust poured. You climbed the stairs, holding your phone as a flashlight. Once at the top, you notice it’s not the crypt you expected. It could be a spare room, the floors barely showed signs of neglect, neat stacks of books in the corner, and enough room to stand. Another string hung from the rafters to a light that still worked.

Getting to work, you pull dusty boxes from the corners, carry them to the floor below, gather the books to sort through and sweep the floor. Once satisfied with your cleaning, you gather your supplies and turn off the light. You switch all the supplies to one hand as you shuffle to the ladder.

The canister of furniture polish slips from your arm and rolls to the side of the attic. You chase after it, using your phone light again in the dark. The light bounced off the can and another glint of metal on the wall you hadn’t noticed.

Upon further inspection, you see a small gap in the wall, metal peaking out behind it. Using your phone light, a two-foot by two-foot section of the wall seems to be cut into the wall. YOu dig your finger into the exposed groove and gift it a sideways push. After getting stuck a few times, the panel recedes into the wall at the right, and the content behind it is revealed.

A silver safe about the size of a mini fridge sits behind the wall, a thin layer of dust coating it. A keypad blinks in the upper corner. You take a chance and attempt to pull the handle, hoping it would open—another part of you hoped it wouldn’t. Scared to see what was in it.

After 3 more tugs of the handle, you give up. It clearly needs a passcode. You try a few—1234, 11111, 2222 —-- before again giving up in case it had a system that locked it completely for an undetermined amount of time.

Finally, you climb back down the ladder, Confused, which seems to be your everyday emotion these days. You might as well have a giant question mark above your head

What the fuck is going on?

Toji

“I was able to hack into her cloud and find her contacts. I reverse-searched the number of the last message she received. It comes back to a Connor J. Falco but it appears he’s gone by a multitude of aliases. Here are some of the text messages I was able to—”

“I’m not going to read her messages, just give me what info you have on the guy,” Toji interrupts, slightly closing the laptop that the hacker had rotated around for him to see.

“Isn’t your concern that she is…involved with this man? Romantically?” Shiu chimes in from the living room where he is sitting on the floor with Megumi, playing with action figures. “ I believe I’d want to know what they were discussing, hmmm?”

“That’s—her business,” Toji replies, knowing how ridiculous it sounds.

“Doesn’t hacking into her phone inadvertently—”

“Just give me info on the guy,” Toji says to the hacker. He knows it doesn’t make sense. He tries to ease the guilt of spying by telling himself it’s only half spying. And it’s not spying on you, you were just the obstacle to get to the real prey. He wouldn’t read any of your messages or look through your photos and social media. That’s where he drew the line—the very thin one.

“Connor J Falco is an independent contractor, though I can’t find anything about what exactly he is contracted to do. Small online presence, just moved to town from overseas. No criminal records, no past traffic infractions.”

“See? An upstanding citizen.” Shiu laughs. “Completely harmless.”

“However,” the hacker clears his throat. “That’s just for Connor.”

“What do you mean?” Shiu stands behind the laptop.

“His other alias,” Toji answers. He knew this was what would happen. Whatever persona this guy was showing y/n was no doubt clean. It was his other personas that worried him.

“Correct. And Dmitri Sokolov?” The hacker nods and turns the laptop around for Toji to see. “He has quite a disturbing criminal history.”

Toji slides the laptop closer, clicking through the pages of court records and mugshots both international and domestic. From white-collar to violent crimes. His heart hammers in his chest. These weren’t petty crimes, this guy has experience.

“Shit.”

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palestinian-fundraising · 24 days

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PLEASE READ AND REBLOG🇵🇸

Help my children for save thim life and rebuild our future

Message from the creator:

My name is Tarneem, a Palestinian from Gaza. I am writing to you today with a heavy heart and a request for urgent assistance.

I am collecting donations to save my family. My husband and three children are trapped in Gaza. They want a chance at a better life.

Due to the difficult situation now in Gaza and the severe danger to our lives, we urgently need your support to evacuate to safety in Egypt.

The war came to make matters worse, as our children are now going through a very dangerous situation that threatens their lives

The ongoing conflict in Gaza has created great danger for them.

Evacuation is their only chance to escape violence and seek safety and stability.

In the midst of despair, there is a glimmer of hope – the Egyptian land crossing, the gateway to safety and a new beginning. But this trip comes at a high price - one my family cannot afford on its own.

Our goal is to raise $30,000 to cover the heavy expenses of safe passage for my entire family in Egypt.

Each member needs $5,000 to secure passage to Egypt, where they can start a new life free from the shadow of war.

Why we need your help:

The evacuation and treatment costs are very high for our family, especially considering the additional needs of the children, as they lost everything they owned, the house was completely destroyed, we lost our jobs and everything we owned

Your contribution, no matter how small, will bring us closer to reuniting and securing a safe future for my loved ones.

By donating, you will directly contribute to saving the life and well-being of my entire family.

It will provide them with the opportunity to rebuild their lives in a safer environment.

Your kindness will give them hope and a chance to heal from the trauma they have experienced.

These are my little children:

kenzy my littl girl attended the wonderful school and loved studying and teaching, and was very excited about every day she went to school, but because of the war, studies in Gaza stopped. She decided to keep her uniform, her books, and everything related to that, in the hope that she would return one day.

She wakes up every morning and says, “Is the war going to end? I want life to go back to the way it was before. I miss playing without fear, going out and walking without fear, and meeting my aunt and her children again, meaning those who died on 12/16/2023. She does not know that she will never meet them again . ..

As for Rakan, he had joined a new kindergarten to teach, play, and try to mix with society. He suffers from slow speech. He had already started speech therapy sessions, and I began to seek some progress with him, but unfortunately he did not complete the therapy sessions because of the war, and it has become worse now.

As for me, I had given birth to my new baby a week before the war. I was waiting for his arrival so that I could spoil him. We had recently gotten rid of our debts, and I wanted to change their lives and their future and compensate them for all the years they had spent paying off debts. Unfortunately, the war made the situation worse. My child grew up and became 6 months old. For months, I cannot find suitable milk for him, nor even diapers, nor the things I wanted to buy for him, nor even clothes.

Please promise me to get them out of Gaza before the occupation enters Rafah. I would be grateful for your help, kindly.

help kenzy , rkan and yousif For a better future outside Gaza

Don't leave them alone, please help them

Please share this campaign widely among your friends, communities, networks and anyone who may be inspired to help. The future of the family really depends on it.

Thank you for your kindness, generosity and unwavering support.

UPDATE:

Hello everyone I have an update

Rakan and Kenzi's psychological condition has become worse, and every day they fear the idea of the army entering Rafah before they are evacuated. Rakan's speech has become worse than before, and there is a visible loss of weight in them.

As for Baby Youssef, he has started teething and needs food and immune strengthening, which is not available. He is now supposed to start eating healthy food, which is not available.

As for me, fear has taken hold of me and I have begun to lose hope of saving their lives and I cannot do anything for them. Please do not leave us alone

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lovethatmakingcoffee · 27 days

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i am so sorry, I just asked you to my friend but this is extremely serious.

I'm sorry to be suddenly springing this on everyone but for those who know, I got deported from Germany at the end of last October 2023. I had some help from a relative to get me out of that situation but she won't help me with anything financial ever again. Why I was in Germany was because a relative convinced me and my dad that there was work for us there and we should move in with them. That we would get the documents all squared away and immigration would be a snap. My dad got the job as working for her handy man to fix up her estate, and I… Didn't have a opportunity like that. There were a lot of details, but the end of it was that there really wasn't any job, she lied, she didn't help me get citizenship and I was basically deported after spending 8 months there. I was thankfully saved by my mom so I wouldn't become homeless, but my dad is still there. Still with that psychopath. He had no way to leave, cause he no relative to swoop in and help, so he had to stay and work for this freak until he could financially leave. I was trying to make as much money as I could from my end, but my job is mininum wage and I had other expenses but we both thought that he would have time (a years worth) cause she would renew his work visa cause she wants him to work for her. But lo and behold, she remains true to her selfishness and craziness, cause she said she won't renew it because he isnt doing this project for her anymore, but for himself. Which, what? No, he is doing the project so you will pay him and he can escape, but whatever. She had one of us deported, it seems that she wouldn't mind having both of us deported. And that is why I ask for help. I didnt press for financial assistance with my deportation, but I plead with his. He has no one to help him and I'm not enough. Please help him, he gave up so much to help her cause he trusted and loved her (his cousin). But she wouldn't return the favor. So now she is throwing him away cause she's done with him, so I beg anyone to help. He will need at least 10k to get a semi fresh start. 20k would be a comfortable one even though that is asking for so god damn much. But to explain, the finances would be for the plane ticket so he won't be thrown on a thirty hour flight which is possible and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. A $200 ride to the airport cause thats how much it was for me and my luggage and she didn't help with any of that. He had several luggage items so that combined with the plane ticket. Then he will need money for a place to stay until he can get back on his feet and the state he will be moving to is a pricier one but it will have my sisters who will be there for him. They can't help much either cause they are also poor. I intend to ask, and I'm sure they will hand over some but it won't be enough. And then he needs a car since he got rid of his moving to Germany and just general expenses like credit cards and we have a storage space filled with stuff we were going to bring with us but that's not happening. So I ask this much, because it's what he needs but I don't know if it's what he's going to get. I'm sorry for springing this one everyone, but I am literally not enough and won't get any outside help. So please, if you can, please help my dad.

I will make art if requested or short stories if asked for. I won't have too much time balancing out my job and things, but I will commit. Just send a request and I'll type that shit like there is no tomorrow. Just please, help us. I am actually begging and losing my mind over it. Please.

Please, he hasn't earned much for himself and won't have enough-please!

If I reach 20k on both goals combined, I will freeze them so no one adds anymore, thanks you.

#Ko-fi #Help #Boost #I will probably make a go fund me account to idk #Please help me #This is beyond serious #Please read this

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Its almost 1AM I have a interview with Wendy’s at 10:30AM so im gonna talk about my random HWS Japan headcanons until I pass out

He need reading glasses, I know we see him in the show/manga wearing them and like he may like actually need them and just uses contacts but in my mind they are only for reading. His eyes aren’t what they used to be and he needs his little nerd glasses

He likes making those bento box cooking videos, he makes them for himself and his friends/partners. He finds a lot of ways to pass the time and this is one of many. He likes making the character bentos the most, they make him smile

Gardening. Imagine walking into his backyard and seeing him on his knees tending to his strawberries and radishes just LOOK AT HIMMM!! Not only does it save him money but also makes him feel accomplished when he gets a good harvest

He typically likes doing a lot of those DIY projects, making little shelves and furniture and god knows what. He goes online and sees what new project he can make today to keep himself busy

He is actively greying and has been dying his hair for AGES. He plucks out greying eyebrow hair and stubble and dyes his hair. If someone points out a grey hair he gaslights them into thinking its just the lighting or they’re imagining things. If anyone found out he dyed his hair you wouldn’t see them the next day /j

He tried to grow a mustache in his youth but it looked so bad he repressed the memories of it deep DEEP into his mind you will never find them man. He found old paintings of his mustache and couldn’t bare to witness them anymore he buried them in his basement never to be seen again

He actively works out, he takes a 5 mile jog every morning and evening and does some biking and swimming every other day. He likes to stay fit even though he really doesn’t have to anymore. He just likes to keep his body toned. He also likes the cringe 1980’s American workout videos. He got a VHS set from America on his birthday and felt that he basically called him fat but no America just needed to get rid of them so just regifted them to him. He ended up liking them though so ig it worked out in the end

As well practices his swordsmanship, like dude we are in the modern day you do not need to know how to use a katana anymore but he does it anyway cause what if someone breaks in man you never know man una nunca sabè

Its right next to him every night and he is FAST, he even hears the slightest sound he jumps up and gets ready to slice you in half

Him and Prussia and very good friends (or maybe more idk am i pushing my PruPan agenda? YES) and he keeps a empty room for him when he decides to crash at Japan’s place for the 5th time this year. He doesn’t mind him he is very tidy and always repays the favor somehow. They like to go out for lunch and do all of the above together. They like to exchange snacks like chips and drinks.

He almost sliced Prussia in half when he crept into his room to ask him for smth when he was asleep, he only chopped off a lock of his hair and nicked his nose but nothing serious. He profusely apologized for it after and Prussia was a little shocked for a but but laughed it off and was okay. He was a but sad about the hair but it’ll grow back. Prussia knocks loud as hell now if he wants Japan for smth and he’s asleep

He keeps little historical knick knacks around his house that he should probably donate but doesn’t cause “They’re still good to use!!” Even though its a thousand year old pot that should be a health hazard. He has been wearing the same damn yukata for almost 2 centuries now cause he only wears it once every other summer summer when he finds his buried in his storage and the local museums beg to have it but he’s too attached to it to let go

He wheels around Pochi in a stroller sometimes when he feels a little silly. He loves dressing Pochi up with bows and ties and bandannas and god knows what else. That dog has been out in so many outfits bro cant catch a break

If he were human he would either pursue photography full time, his dream would be to get his photos on build boards and magazine covers. Maybe he’d be a field photographer too, go out into nature and stuff

He already does photography as a hobby but could never really do it full time cause ya know country duties

And thats it thank you for coming its now almost 2 AM lets hope I don’t regret this

#localgardenweed #the weed is rambling #hetalia #hws #hetalia japan #hws japan #hetalia prussia #hws prussia #prupan #hetalia headcanons #hws headcanons #i have more but wither they too cray cray or cringe so like one day maybe idk #I LOVE SPREADING PRUPAN BOTH PLATONIC AND ROMANTIC I LOVE THEMMMM

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lunarsun12 · 2 months

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Lee Know Cat Toys Addiction

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It all started when Lee Know was secretly hoarding some cat toys, a year ago. He thought, he can keep it a secret. As he believes there is never enough cat toys. Until one day, there was an horrific accident, which lead to Chan to call for some action to help Lee Know with his hoarding issue.

Let’s see what plan has Chan, to stop Lee Know Hoarding addiction?

Back at SKZ Family Chat

Today 18:00

Bangchan🐺: FAMILY MEETING!!

Lee Know🐱: No need for family meeting…

Bangchan🐺: Yes very much needed! Innie got an avanlache of cat toys towards him. When he went to get cleaning supplies

Lee Know🐱: I don’t see the problem here….

Hyunjin🕺: Can the family meeting like wait? I am busy…

Seungmin🐶: Uh huh, so humiliating people fashion choice online is busy?

Hyunjin🕺: Who me humiliating people?I don’t know what you mean!

Changbin🙄: Hey Hyunjin bro! Why did you have to roast me about that white tank top

Hyunjin🕺: Do I even have to say it like so ew

Bangchan🐺: This worse then hyunjin roasting addiction! WE HAD AN AVALANCHE!

Seungmin🐶: Ahhh someone found Eomma cat toys hoarding cupboard! Who is it? I bet it was Binnie, I should have filmed it!

Changbin🙄: I don’t even live here..

Bangchan🐺: No it’s Innie who opened it, he was looking for cleaning supplies. As someone can’t be bother with their chores!

Han🐿️: You told me not to leave my room, so I am not leaving

Bangchan🐺: I meant not leaving the house! Not avoiding chores!

I.N🦊: Someone has an hoarding issue!! My life flashed before my eyes

Lee Know🐱: It’s not an issue, just overshopping

Felix☀️: Oh the cupboard, I forgot to tell Innie not to opened it my bad…

I.N🦊: How could you forget! You could have said it earlier and now I have nightmares of bells

Felix☀️: Don’t open the cupboard

I.N🦊: -_-

Bangchan🐺: Great everyone is here! Who wants to help me and your Eomma, cleaning out the cat toys cupboard?

Lee Know🐱: I didn’t agree to this! You can’t throw my babies toys, they each have their own scent on them!

Bangchan🐺: Either we get rid of the toys and keep a few or I am donating them all to the cat shelter

Lee Know🐱: Kids help quick!!

Felix☀️: I will help! To avoid any injury

I.N🦊: I don’t want to see cat toys again! I am out

Han🐿️: If I help, can we please negotiate me going outside?

Bangchan🐺: Fine Fine we have a talk just help me and your Eomma! Okay one more person, it’s a big mess and i can’t see the floor

Hyunjin🕺: Seungmin will do it, he lovvves helping

Bangchan🐺: Okay great! Seungmin will too!

Seungmin🐶: Yah! I hope you like pink Celine shirts 👚

The next day…

Felix☀️: Eomma why do I have so much cat toys? I even found cat ears!

Bangchan🐺: The cat ears is my friends, that where it went

Lee Know🐱: Looking at the bags, maybe I had a hoarding addiction…

Bangchan🐺: I am banning anymore cat toys in this house!

Lee Know🐱: WHAT! You can’t do that!

Bangchan🐺: I can, if I caught you buying anymore. You three cats will be gone by sundown

Lee Know🐱: Meow (Yes)

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watermeloncholycucumbersome · 3 months

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Empty.

Your bed's gone now,

The empty space looks weird.

I mopped the floor after they left,

It's as if it was never here.

I truly hope your bed helps them,

But what most can't understand.

Is that this is all going way too fast,

For me to even comprehend.

I'm trying to help,

Like you'd want me to.

But I feel deep down inside,

I'm somehow getting rid of you?

I feel so lost - so damn alone.

The difference between me and others,

Is that they get to go home.

They've done their good deed,

Helped the sad girl.

Then go home to their families,

And wash me out of their hair.

They got what they wanted..

I hope that's not how it is - but that's really how it feels.

This sucks so damn much, this is all so surreal.

Just an empty space on the floor where your bed used to be,

Kind of looks like what the emptiness feels like deep inside of me.

I can mop it and clean it and make it look nice,

But at the end of the day nothing will suffice.

No table set or cute chair will fill the space,

Of where you sat and slept and spent your days.

I wanted to help but now I feel I'm not in control,

Losing grip on the rope I just plummet into the hole.

My therapist says "Nobody says you have to move on",

Yet everyone keeps singing me a different song.

These church ladies keep saying,

They want to come over and have tea.

Yet they've ignored all my texts,

And seem incredibly rude to me.

I can't trust anyone,

I feel like they're using me.

Do they just want to show me off,

Like I'm some good works trophy?

"Look everyone we one upped you today!"

"We got extra brownie points with God, now let's pretend for her we'll pray"

Again, I truly hope that's not how it is and I'm just being stupid.

Yet every time I give others the benefit of the doubt, they show me loud and clear that I've been duped.

I wish I could talk to you,

You'd let me know if I was just overthinking.

You'd know exactly what to do,

And stop me from assuming every stinking form of help is hidden malice.

I just wish in the past I would've been shown kind souls and not snakes who are callous.

How do I do this?

Mom, what do I do?

You'd probably be pissed off like me too,

It's almost supper and still no word.

My belly's growling - I'm starving.

And I still have to wait..

Has it ever occured to people that this is wrong?

To make plans with people, then string them along?

Most would be excited like in those silly reels when you cancel plans,

But I'm the opposite, it pisses me off.

I don't eat, I barely drink, I sit in uncomfortable clothes all day ready and waiting when I'd rather be in my pajamas.

I prepare myself all day for company, worry myself sick and waste my time making sure everything looks nice and presentable and in the meantime for others it's just "aww shoot sorry, raincheck?"

They weren't put out any, their day goes on...

So I guess I just wait then?

I have no idea...

I don't know if I should go grab the donation items?

Or should I just tell them to screw off?

I need help, what is wrong with people?

I'm dealing with enough shit of my own I don't need to deal with the idiot savants.

They just responded - their day took a "crazy turn".

I now have to wait 2 more hours to get an answer if they're coming or not.

Mom, I need your help.

I'm a writer, I'm not assertive.

You would've said something - stuck up for me, where I just sit quietly furtive.

But for now I wait and just stare at the emptiness where your bed was,

Empty space, empty inside.

Why does it feel like I too that day died?

~Jenni

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housekeepingformoderntimes · 9 months

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It can be hard to maintain a wardrobe when your body tends to fluctuate in size and shape like mine does. With my tight and limited income, I can’t just buy new clothes whenever a new medication or a flare-up of one of my conditions causes my favorite outfits to no longer fit me well. It also wouldn’t be very environmentally friendly, and even if I had an unlimited source of funds for fashion, my closet would quickly overflow and become unmanageable. Filled with clothes too small, too large, and if I was lucky a few that still fit comfortably. I tend to thrift or otherwise get my clothes second (or third) hand, and I’ll be honest as it is I have way too many clothes. I have a really hard time getting rid of anything, because in the back of my mind I’m always wondering if a new fluctuation in weight is around the corner. It can be hard for folks that are low-income, and even people who currently are financially stable but have a history of having very little disposable income. When I realized that I can’t really delay going through my clothes and significantly downsizing, I thought that perhaps as I sort out what works for me and what doesn’t, maybe other people would be interested in what decluttering can look like through some of the additional factors I need to think about. Before we get into my plan of attack to declutter, I’m going to go over some of the lenses I’m looking at this project through.

As a disabled person with Fibromyalgia, I need to do most things in shorter sessions spread out over more time than other people might. If I spend all of today sorting clothes, donating what can be reworn or repurposed by someone else, and tossing what I can’t, plus washing and organizing what I intend to keep, chances are I’ll be out of the game for the rest of the week with a flare-up. Instead, I need to make a plan that won’t overwhelm my body. My number one rule for this project is that I won’t be sorting anything on my bed. I need to keep that accessible for nights after I’m done working for the day, as well as for any breaks I may need a spot to lay down during. I’ll be reminding myself throughout the process that my closet will be more manageable during days where my chronic illnesses are more active. It will be easier for me to keep up with doing my laundry if there are only clothes I can currently wear in my hampers. I find that having a reason that I can use as if it were a mantra is so helpful for projects that might otherwise overwhelm me. I am doing this now so I can spend less time and energy on it later. I’ll be reminding myself of that goal and reason throughout the process.

I’ve always had a hard time getting rid of things. It can be hard to move anything out of your house if you don’t know if you’ll have money to replace it if necessary. Or if you’ll need something else that could be made out of something you had thrown out. I understand this first hand. Why would I get rid of my old sneakers if I don’t know that my new ones are going to hold up? I still need to remind myself that the whole reason I bought new sneakers is because I need extra support for my joints in order to function. Old sneakers will not help me, and I don’t need to keep them. Still, they remain in my closet. I have also found it is so much easier to move out things that don’t serve me anymore if I have a plan of how to pass them on to someone else. Donating what I don’t need to a local organization can help keep lots of clothes and other items out of landfills and help someone else in my community who may be in need. You should never donate stained or significantly damaged items. As someone who has attended church rummage sales, and received free items from local charities both as a low-income person and at one point as a domestic violence survivor who had to leave my home, it felt like a slap in the face when over half of the items available were not wearable due to large stains or holes. It is degrading to have to sort through items that most people would not wear out of their house in order to find something clean and without holes. If you really don’t want to throw out clothes that are worn or damaged beyond where you would wear them, look for another option. If you have a t-shirt with a large coffee stain down the front, cut off the back and divide it into smaller fabric squares to be used for dusting your home, more ideas of what you can do to recycle or reuse clothes that are no longer wearable will be available soon in an upcoming post!

Ok. So now let’s look at the game plan for this project.

Step One: Clear a Large Space to Work.

I’m going to be working in my bedroom, so that the rest of my living space is tidy and I don’t get overwhelmed by my entire space being taken up by laundry.

Step Two: Make Distinct Spaces for Each Category of Clothes.

Now for my purposes, I won’t be dividing the clothes by type. While I could have a bag for pants, and a bag for shirts, etc. I will be sorting based on three categories. Keep. Wash and Donate. Toss or Repurpose.

Step Three: Begin Sorting.

I’m going to sort for 20-30 minutes at a time and as soon as any of the boxes from any category is full, I will move it to a separate spot. If it’s wash and donate, I’ll work on that slowly until I have enough for a trip to the organization I’ll be donating to. If I can repurpose something from the final category, I’ll set it aside for another time. Making dust cloths from old shirts is something I can easily do while watching TV in the evening. Anything that is going to be thrown out will go out to the trash room in my apartment complex as soon as it is full enough to justify a trip down without being too heavy. I’ll be determining if I’m going to keep something by asking three questions. I’m going to break them down further with follow up questions in a flow chart but in case you want the gist of it here are the simplified versions. 1. Does it fit? Now I’m not just looking to see if my body can technically fit in an item. That of course will be the first thing I check, but even if something does fit on me I need to determine if it fits me in a way that I am comfortable in, which brings me to question 2. Do I feel physically and emotionally comfortable wearing it? It’s all well and good if a pair of pants covers what they need to but if they’re so tight that I get lines on my waist or so loose that I need to cinch a belt tightly in order to wear them, then I’m not going to be comfortable and realistically won’t wear them. 3. Will I Actually Wear It? I recently gave away my prom dress, and honestly that decision came down to question three. I don’t ever attend formal events and even if I did, my prom dress doesn’t come off as an adult outfit choice. Even in the unlikely event I have a formal evening to attend, I couldn’t see myself wearing my prom dress again. Why would I hold onto it when someone else could use it for their own prom? Out it went.

Step Four: Wash and Put Away What I’m Keeping.

I’ll be reorganizing my closet and dresser, with winter and fall clothes going into storage in my hallway closet and spring/summer pieces easily accessible.

If you have any questions or suggestions on decluttering and what has worked for you, please feel free to reach out!

#declutter #housekeeping #closet #leftism #disability #clothing

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recapcrew · 2 years

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Week 11 Transcript

Intro

Extra extra, read all about it! Welcome to the Empire’s Recap, and today we will be going over the chaos and drama of our (somewhat) respected rulers!

This week we’re all questioning something or other, and there are theories pinned to the wall connecting many a series back to the origin.

Sausage

Last episode seemed strange to Sausage, it reminded him of his previous empire where people would pray to the sunflower goddess in difficult times. These are not his memories - he would have remembered becoming friends with such a person! But if they’re not his memories, whose are they?

This is the third vision, and he’s clearly concerned.

[SAUSAGE] …or three: it consumes our very soul and we’re never able to escape this prison of memories that I don’t know. Uh… let’s hope it’s never that.

[NARRATOR] But for now, he still needs to protect the people of Sanctuary. He upgrades his armor, but he still likes the armor on his skin - they were built by Eddie for a younger Sausage. Maybe he can ask Katherine for a more colorful peacetime-worthy outfit.

Finding a washed ashore bard was not on his to-do list today, but Sanctuary doesn’t discriminate.

[OLI] I’m a little achey breakey man with an achey breaky heart! [SAUSAGE, OVERLAPPING] Oh no! [OLI] but you’ve probably never even heard of Elvis…

[SAUSAGE] Who?

[NARRATOR] Sausage takes the man up to his room and lets him rest.

The man appears to recognise him when he wakes up, and yet Sausage doesn’t remember him. His visions do.

He is taken to a strange place and dressed in strange clothes, with music coming from a nearby church surrounded by sunflowers. The man he just rescued is singing hallelujah… he doesn’t seem to notice him at all.

He returns from the vision and the strange man eventually introduces himself as Oli.

[OLI] Old friend, but you might not know me.

[NARRATOR] Sausage recognises him as the bard from the rumors - and to be fair to Oli, there are a lot of taverns, although he could do without breaking the fourth wall about it.

He introduces Oli to Hermes, and kind of drags him into the flirtationship between Sausage and the 11ft tall God that is Joel. Not to worry, it appears Hermes knows every language except modern English.

Sausage takes Oli over to Glimmergrove to talk with tailor Katherine and get him some new clothes. She punches him into the harbor to get rid of the smell - great customer service!

Back in Sanctuary, Sausage makes up another magical woodcutting axe for Joel when he drops Hermes back in Stratos.

A visit to the Evermoore results in a potion that gives him a vision where he finds himself in a snowy village he used to visit as a child to see family. He gifts her an elytra and a clock in return.

He makes a moss farm next door to his tree farm to create bonemeal and decorates it as a wonderfully colorful chapel with a lovely quiet garden to sit in.

He visits the tree of his visions to note them down - he’s had two just today! …Let’s hope it doesn’t get worse.

Joey

Joey wants to get his pirate princess a gift so good, that she'll ask him for the ring as soon as she sees it. Surely the other empires are happy to donate to the cause of true love! Even if they don’t know it yet.

After the theft of the Stratosphere went so well, Joey continues his trend of taking the most obvious treasure he sees, and "hiding" the evidence. And once Joe gets stealing, he can't stop.

[JOEY] I’m just feeling a little, you know, overly excited now that I’m on a rampage, so might as well just keep going ‘til I can’t go no more, right?

[NARRATOR] Half of the Gobland gold storage? Grabbed.

The amethyst heart of Animalia? Absconded.

A full field of luscious Chromian lilacs? Larcened.

He passes through Dawn, "remembering" that Gem totally gave him permission to take any treasure he could find, and grabs enough bits and bobbles to complete a prism of presents.

[GEM] No more stealing.

[JOEY] I wasn’t stealing! But if you did happen to have anything you didn’t want me to steal, like maybe some treasure, where might that be?

[GEM] I feel like this is a trick question. I do have a chest, it- it is labelled ‘Treasure’, it would be easy, I should change that.

[JOEY] Yeah…

[GEM] You’ve given me some good thoughts about a security system, thank you.

[JOEY] You should change that…

[NARRATOR] Pirate Joe finally lands in Glimmergrove, arms full of his gift for his girlfriend. It spills out of Katherine’s castle door, a rainbow display - and the excess even fills up her previously-empty bedroom. A showing like this would surely win any pirate's heart!

Matters of the heart dealt with, it's back to matters of state. Forgotten Cove is looking good, and Joey's ready to start working on the rest of Eversea. He flattens the landscape in anticipation of a bustling town and builds a beautiful gateway currently leading to his cow pit. A few roads and custom palm trees later, and Eversea is becoming quite a sight to see!

Joel

Joel has decided to get back at Joey for not returning the stratosphere gold by giving him a boat to replace the one he burnt down. Or more precisely, enough boats to fill the harbor.

[JOEL] Oh gosh… So let’s just check the final number of boats we’ve crafted, its going to be quite up here.

[JOEL, INCREDULOUSLY] 666? That’s prefect, that’s perfect.

[NARRATOR] You might remember this one!

Having used the last shipment of wood for the boat prank, Joel returns Hermes to Sausage with a gift of bonemeal in hopes of a new sample.

Back at the village under Stratos, he prepares some farms to grow carrots to fuel his villager breeding operation and builds a farmhouse to go along with them. He also builds and decorates a tavern to entertain and house guests, and links up various spots in the village with some decorated paths.

Pixl

Pix’s episode is all about installing a new museum in the Savannah empire, to house the important artifacts of both history and present.

The first step is to build the museum itself, of course! Right in the heart of the capitol, it’s large enough to hold plenty of exhibits, even before figuring out the attic space.

His first exhibit requires a trip to Tumble Town, finding the diamond-laced fossil that he and Jimmy re-preserved. Digging it out from the deepslate without damaging it is careful work, but Pix is an old hand with his preservation kit now. It takes up nearly an entire wing in the museum, and since everyone likes dinosaurs, they’re already lining up for entry.

[PIX] The zombies are lining up to- to get into the museum. Honestly, I’ve had so many pillage patrols spawning around here, as though they’re queuing up to be my first customers or something.

[NARRATOR] Pix adds a few smaller exhibits of his own - a piece of ancient debris and gilded blackstone as homage to the long-lost glory days of the piglin, and of course, a Sheriff doll and the emerald ore mini-block bribe to represent the first trial of Empires.

He has one more item to show for now, though this one’s on loan from Sausage’s collection; the painting of Saint Pearl is both beautiful and a continuation of a game of art telephone.

As he’s working on the road leading away from the Greatbridge, Pix shows off the Chromia addition, complete with llambassadors (llama ambassadors). He does some more city planning for coming roads and sightlines, and the Savannah is beginning to look a little more like home.

Gem

Speaking of city planning, Gem is a civil engineer this week, building up cobbled deepslate and mud roads connecting her empire together. She wants to make the area near the tavern and seaside into a town center, building up a little fountain. In order to get the deepslate she needs, she kills two birds with one stone by delving into the mines for a strip mining trip, finding some emerald ore and a spider spawner in her search for diamonds.

Inspired by the spiders, she visits the other local princess, Katherine!

[GEM] Not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous to meet another princess- she’s royalty! That’s kinda cool.

[NARRATOR] She makes a rather rude statement:

[GEM] It’s epic! Why is it half dead?

[KATHERINE] …What do you mean?

[GEM] Well it’s… it’s… y’know it’s half…

[KATHERINE] I don’t! Is there something wrong with it?

[GEM] Oh no, nothing wrong!

[NARRATOR] Gem you can't just ask why someone's castle is half dead, before she pitches the idea of a princess candle shop.

[KATHERINE] Yep, all good!

[GEM] How does a princess alliance sound?

[KATHERINE] gasp ooo! I love that.

[GEM, GIGGLING] It’s perfect!

[NARRATOR] With that settled, she begins building the shop in the town center of Dawn, but is quickly interrupted by fWhip and Sausage. The two have come bearing a new type of flower, and I'm sure my heart wasn't the only one who ached at this part. Ah, good memories. Once they have left-

[SAUSAGE] I’m actually gonna use this portal, it’s a lot closer

[GEM] Oh- uh. Okay.

[NARRATOR] - Gem finishes off the shop before making the inside look like a little candle-making area. How adorable!

False

[FALSE] Guys guys I had another one of those dreams

[NARRATOR] Today False wants to make the wings from her most recent dream, but for that, she needs a workshop!

The ominous sign on her wall has changed its message but ignoring your problems is a False problem. She shows us a sketch she’s made of these wings from her dream, and is determined to get to work!

A visit from fWhip earlier invested lots of emeralds into her villager business that… she’ll get to work on soon. First, flight!

False finishes her new workshop and immediately gets to work on these wings she wants to have - it takes her a while, but wings aren’t the easiest thing to make!

She’s so excited to fly with her new wings! It comes so naturally to her - she spends some time in the air testing her new wings and going to peoples bases to see if they can chat. Nobody’s home though.

After setting her claim on a tower of the Greatbridge, she flies home with the moon behind her, and she plans to build up her area into a lovely little town - people will definitely want to visit her then!

She does some decorating of her base to make it look more homely and then shows off her working iron farm - more people should visit her when she has an export to sell! It took some time to get it all working, and it turns out villagers aren’t fans of small boxes. But for people to come and trade with her, they need to know where she lives! She gets to work trying to connect her nether portal to the nether roof and decorates it with some rocks and a gift of a free iron ingot for any visitors and a flint and steel for misfortunate souls!

False is probably glad that fWhip has left her out of his gift-giving plans this week!

fWhip

A beautiful new railroad has been built from Gobland to Gobville via lore, just before the Sheriff visits to finally deal with the local prisoner. Oli can have his freedom… in return for some community service in the Gobland tavern.

Now, it’s time for chaos.

fWhip is getting married, and as thanks to his friends flying out to attend, he’s moving wardens into their bases, all named “Thanks for coming to my wedding!”. Because of course. He wants to wait to move the wardens in until the emperors are away, and Joel leaves home first, so Stratos gets the honor of the first be-wardening. And the first of many warden-related deaths.

Lizzie leaves, so Fwhip slips the Animalia warden gift box into place, but the other 4 members of the “wedding gift” crew are still at home, so it’s back to plan A - preparing warden tunnels in advance.

He takes a break to meet with Sausage and show Gem the beauty of the wither rose - There’s no reference to season 1 here at all!

He makes a shulker of emeralds to invest with False, and now it’s Tumble Town’s turn to get wardened! Except there’s no deep dark for the Minecraft equivalent of miles, so Jimmy’s present is waiting next to his nether portal instead. The Sheriff won’t be using that for a while…

Time for Chromia! Fwhip’s redstone trickery isn’t enough to save his life, but it does help seal the warden into Scott’s present. When he goes to bring a warden to Sanctuary, he makes sure to move Pepe the parrot out of the line of fire – he doesn’t want any dead pets on his conscience – and fWhip actually doesn’t die this time!

Last, but certainly not least, is GeminiTay! He already built the water elevator in Dawn before, now it’s just time to fill it with a terrible monster!

At this point, Fwhip has earned the title of Empire’s Warden Wrangler. And a congratulations on the wedding from the Recap crew - enjoy your honeymoon, Mr. fWhip!

Outro

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jamescolton · 2 years

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Vanitas

One hot July, several years ago, I called an old friend of mine—named Danielle—to say that I would be in town on business, and to ask if she would like to meet up. Danielle and I had known each other since college, and although we’d gone our separate ways afterward, we still kept in touch and saw each other from time to time. Our friendship was entirely platonic, but sometimes I wondered if it might have been something more, if only life hadn’t kept us apart.

But I digress. At first, Danielle said, with much regret in her voice, that she would be busy. She explained that she was moving from her house to an apartment, and that she needed the time to clean out her place in preparation for the move. Not to be deterred, I offered my assistance.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” was her reply, but I could tell by the instantaneous joy and—did I mistake it?—relief in her voice that she would accept my offer. She did, and two weeks later, an early Saturday morning found me knocking at her front door.

I was surprised when the door opened. Surely the woman who stood before me was a cousin, or—more likely—an aunt, who had also come to lend their aid. But then she welcomed me with an enthusiastic hug, and I knew that this was indeed Danielle. But how she had changed! Her hair was graying, her finely creased skin clung tightly to her cheekbones, and the fingers that dug into my back felt like twigs.

I tried to hide my shock as she released me. “It’s good to see you,” I said.

Danielle grinned. “Thank you so much for coming. It was shaping up to be quite a chore without your help. Have you had breakfast?”

I assured her of the filling meal I’d enjoyed at my hotel as we went inside, and said I was ready to get straight to work.

“I’m tackling the basement today,” she said. “It will be a nice break from this heat.”

The coolness of the basement, rising to embrace us as we descended, was indeed welcome. “So,” I asked, “why are you moving?”

“Oh, you know. The mortgage is too expensive, the maintenance is more than I can keep up with these days, and…I just don’t like the place anymore.”

I remembered Danielle’s delight when she first bought the house. That she should grow sick of it after just a few years seemed odd, but I said nothing.

“My new apartment is great,” she continued, switching on the basement light. “Much better suited to someone like me.”

The basement was a dreary place. Cobweb-veiled windows added their meager sunlight to the naked bulb overhead to illuminate dingy, gray walls, with here and there a spot of sickly green where mold had taken root. Every corner was crowded with cardboard boxes sagging beneath the weight of the damp air. I could see why Danielle was so glad to have company.

The first step was to sort through everything to determine what had value and what could be thrown out. This we began, and made strong progress for several hours. By eleven o’clock, we had reduced the considerable amount of rubbish to just a handful of boxes and a shelf laden with loose and varied junk.

“I’m going to start taking these out to the street,” Danielle said; we had accumulated several garbage bags’ worth of refuse. As she hoisted a couple of the bags up the stairs, I turned my attention to the shelf in the back corner. By now, I had developed a pretty good idea of what Danielle wanted to keep or get rid of. Not that it required much training. I had ascertained that her new apartment was significantly smaller, so almost everything that didn’t see at least annual use had to be either thrown out or donated. I started with the easy things: the bottom shelf was filled with empty paint cans. A few scattered rags, made stiff by unknown substances, joined them in the garbage. The next shelf up contained some tools—potentially useful—and a stack of picture frames. Most of these were broken, but one at the bottom of the stack was still intact, and held a photograph of a man I did not recognize. At first, I felt a pang of alarm—then I caught myself. Why should a picture of a strange man worry me? Danielle and I had never been more than friends. And how significant could he really be, if his photo lay discarded at the bottom of a dusty pile? Besides, now that I looked at him, I thought there might be some family resemblance. At that moment, I heard Danielle’s soft footsteps behind me, so I turned and asked, “Who’s this?”

Silence answered me. Danielle was not there.

I scanned the basement, my eyes resting on each box and bag, searching for anything that could have created such a sound, perhaps under the influence of a rogue breeze. Or maybe my unfamiliarity with the house caused my ears to deceive me; it certainly had sounded exactly like footsteps, but they could have come from upstairs, I supposed.

Shrugging to myself, I set the photograph aside and moved on. Next there was a collection of moldy books. They seemed too far gone to be worth donating, but it would be better to check with Danielle once she returned; they may have held some sentimental value. I left them where they were and was about to move on, when I caught a hint of movement behind them. My heart stuttered—was it a rat? I gingerly nudged the books aside, and…

It wasn’t a rat. No. The movement I saw had been my own, reflected back at me in the grimy surface of a handheld mirror.

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worldwright · 4 months

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Good evening ! I went to the doctor's office to ask for painkillers and maybe crutches, and left with prescriptions for a scan of both of my knees, an appointment to see a podiatrist, and a brain MRI

wtf

ive never done one of those things in my life before

Also, my doctor basically said "fuck off the notice of your antidepressants, just take ibuprofen when it's the only thing that works for you", so that was nice

I love her, she never says stuff related to my weight, because she knows, she also knows that I can't take more than a meal a day, and was fucking delighted when we saw I gained weight after my trip from the unit after my attempt.

So, yeah, apparently your knees shouldn't make the sounds of bubblewrap and your shoes shouldn't look like that after 2 years of use

Also, I always thought that it was just headaches because "they're not that bad" and she went "lol nope, sounds awfully like migraines" and oh that makes sense why my go-to to make them go away is sleeping because even if i wake up still in pain, at least i didn't feel the pain for hours

I knew my body wasn't the best, but, man, what the fuck

Now my knees hurt, because of course just making them do their job is hard for them, and I'm thinking about stealing my mom's crutches (she doesn't need them anymore) if it's worse tomorrow :')

Also. I'm always looking to be sure the scenes in my fics are around the same size, but, well, the third one's about 1k words and that's half the fic's words for now. it's going out of control, and that's a good news, because if a fic goes out of control it means that im gonna finish it :)

Have a wonderful morning my friend !

hey that's a solid amount of GOOD medical news for once!! or at least, measurable progress towards good news lol

it's awesome that your doc is actually understanding and helpful, and like. is actually doing stuff to try and help you

also FUCK yeah gaining weight!! congrats!!

yeahhhhh uh those shoes may be. indicative of an Issue... ehehe rip

I Also have medical news today lmao, though not for me -- my friend is FINALLY going to urgent care for her incredibly fucked-up back. like it took her being unable to WALK for several HOURS for her to go get some help... not that I blame her, cuz of a) depression and b) the dogshit medical system in this shithole country

anyway, hoping for her to get some corrective care, pain meds, and hopefully a back brace 👍👍 at LEAST

i saw a really promising apartment listing last night, but it turned out to be fake :'))))))))) I was like 75% prepared to push up the move to like next month if the listing worked out. but no that would be too convenient

I'm watching dunmesh with my dad lol, he seems to like it :3 not that he's super into anime in general, but I can usually convince him to watch stuff with me

I gotta start getting rid of stuff I don't need, to prep for the move... I can probably donate like 30% of my craft supplies lol. maybe I'll borrow the car for a day and make some runs to thrift shops

hope you have a lovely evening, friend!!

#pen pal

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