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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Misery Loves Company // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: mentions of menstruation

Summary: You have a sinus infection, period cramps, and it’s hot as balls. Bruce is a good husband.

“I think I’m dying.”

Alfred tutted over you as you glared at the screen in front of you. Your eyes narrowed as you watched the camera from Bruce’s cowl rattle at bit when Killer Croc got in an easy hit.

“I assure you, Mistress Wayne, that you are not dying. It’s just a small sinus infection.”

“Oh yeah, you call it small when you’re blowing out of one working nostril.” You scowled, your hands bumping into various buttons on the keys as you waved your hands, and then remembered who you were talking to. “Sorry, Alfred, I just feel miserable.”

“Quite alright, Miss. Master Tim has said far worse when I gave him his last flu shot.”

“That’s because Timmy is a wimp when it comes to needles,” Dick said over the comms.

“Names,” you and Bruce intoned at the same time.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I had the comms on,” you explained. “My brain is a mess today.”

Alfred cleared his throat and you avoided his gaze. You knew he wanted you to admit you were sick, but there was no way in hell. How could you complain about a little headache and period cramps when they were getting shot at and blown up? You especially couldn’t make them worry, namely your husband, when they needed to focus.

“I do remind you, miss, that I handled running the computers when Master Bruce first conceived this hairbrained idea,” Alfred said. “And it appears that you have the same propensity as Master Bruce as not understanding the need to rest.”

Your eyes narrowed and you slowly turned your chair to face him. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Either get upstairs and into bed or I shall tell Master Bruce.”

“You’re an evil, evil man.”

Deciding rest didn’t sound like a terrible option, you dragged yourself upstairs to the bedroom you shared with Gotham’s resident vigilante. It was summer and living in a city built on a swamp and next to the ocean meant that humidity and heat clung to the air like a bad smell. You grunted once you left the cool air of the cave and into the damp atmosphere of the manor.

You were hot, your face felt more stuffed than a turkey on Thanksgiving day, and your uterus was trying to murder you.

Fuck this day.

After changing into pajamas, too tired to even bother with skincare, you laid on your side of the bed and realized that no sleep would be happening tonight. How the fuck were you able to sleep when one half of your face felt like it was packed full of cotton, your back ached from cramps, and the sheets plastered itself against you and clung to your skin in a way that overstimulated you?

This was the worst. Sitting up helped your sinus infection, but aggravated your back. Sweat dripped down your skin and you let out a pitiful whine. God, this sucked. Everything sucked.

You punched the pillow underneath your head in an attempt to make it more comfortable and then flipped it over to sink your cheek into the cooler side of the silken fabric. Your hand reached out and snatched up Bruce’s pillow, which you drew into your chest and cuddled. Even if it was hot, you would do anything to have your husband next to you right now, calloused hands rubbing into the sore muscles of your back. With his low, soothing voice and magic touch, you could be asleep in minutes.

Ah, shit. Here comes the water works. You pressed your face into the soft fabric of his pillow and immediately regretted it as the fabric dampened, saturating the scent of his cologne and body wash with the saltiness of your tears. You needed to get your shit together. What if someone came home injured today? They would need you to have your head on straight.

“Darling?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of Bruce’s voice. When had he opened the door and walked in? Swiping the back of your hand across your cheeks, you sat up and quickly looked him over. No visible injuries.

“What happened? Why aren’t you on patrol?”

His large, calloused palm came up to cradle your jaw and you sank into the delicate yet strong touch he offered. Your eyes slid shut as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Alfred called me back in. Sorry, I’m a bit late. I swung by Leslie’s and picked up an antibiotic that will fix that sinus infection and then I had to run to CVS to get some things.”

You paused, your eyelids cracking open so you could stare up at him. “In the suit?”

If you didn’t know Bruce, you wouldn’t have picked up on the tiny twitch of his lips. “Maybe.”

The visual image was striking. Batman standing in line at CVS with a basket clenched in one of his leather gloves, filled with pads, snacks, and medicine. You could only picture the look on the cashier’s face as he swiped a box of tampons over the laser. Bruce liked to keep the house stocked at all times thanks to three women living there permanently and numerous others trickling in on the daily.

“You didn’t need to do that.”

He stooped down and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you as easily as you picked up Alfred the cat everyday to deposit kisses on the cat’s head. Your husband’s strength always surprised you, even after being with him for years.

“I did. You deserve it. Lukewarm shower and I’ll set up the netti pot. Leslie said you take the antibiotics twice a day for eight days. The whole time. No skimping. Take all sixteen.”

“I’m not an idiot,” you snorted. “I know how antibiotic resistance works.”

“I forget sometimes that I’m not dealing with the average human population.”

“Let me guess, someone else tried to take a selfie with Killer Croc tonight.”

“Had a selfie stick and everything.”

You snickered and settled in against his chest. You still felt like shit, but with Bruce here, it was starting to get better. Maybe you could convince him to give you that massage after your shower…

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pearlwingdraws · 6 months

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Moth pin/brooch

A couple people asked me how I made this so I figured I’d just make a little post explaining it.

Before I start I WOULD like to disclose that the pin I’ve made is hugely inspired by the one by TheClosetHistorian (on YouTube) and you should definitely consider checking out her video if you want more instruction or like that format better.

I made a little graphic showing some work in progress pictures as well as materials and techniques used in the different areas. I will type it out in more detail below.

1. First draw out the shape I want on a piece of felt. Add some guide lines for different parts of the design. I layered mine double because it’s quite thin. I used an (unused) dish rag, so don’t worry about the quality of your felt.

2. I start off embroidering the “neck area”, using turkey stitch. Starting from the bottom up, I use a dark turquoise floss, then later mix in a lighter shade.

3. Next I sew on the beads. String on 5-6 at a time and then go back and tack them down with small stitches. I don’t know much about embroidering with beads, so this may not be the “correct” way to do it. The types of beads I used are size 11/0 seed beads and delica beads, as well as bugle beads and Miyuki’s Tila and half Tila.

4. Sequins. I recommend using flat ones instead of the ones I used. I work from the bottom up, trying to get a nice silhouette with the bottom layer, as this will form the outline of the finished piece.

5. After finishing with the sequins, I do some more turkey stitch around the top, so it covers up that edge where you can see the tread. Optionally you can do the whole thing with sequins if you want.

6. Next thing I did was some French knots, just above the turkey stitch in a contrasting color. This is just for some textural variety and decoration, as little “spots”. You can really add them wherever you’d like, or not at all.

7. Then I just finished embroidering the thing. Don’t know what the stitch is called, it’s just making little stitches beside each other until it’s all filled in. I did a little gradient because I felt like it.

For the legs and antennae, i also just winged it. The legs and antennae got layered double in wire and twisted before adding the beads and sequins, then I just used the very tip of my round plier to curl the remaining ends into round little “feet”. Then stitch them securely to the backside of the pin.

I finish it off with another layer of felt, this one painted with a fabric paint I happened to have lying around, both for some extra strength and to match the color scheme better. I cut little slits to fit in a regular safety pin (I recommend get a proper pin/brooch needle) and stitched the backing on with very dense stitches. Pictures below.

Extra suggestions:

If you don’t have sequins, or want a different look, you can embroider the whole thing. Alternatively you can fill the whole space with sequins if you don’t want to embroider it all. You can of course do any shape, size and color scheme, whether based on real life moths or just fantasy!

Lastly I just want to thank everyone for the love you’ve shown for this silly little bug 💖 it means the world to me, and it has really inspired me. I wish I could sell these, but I don’t think that’s really an option for me right now. I’ll let you know if that changes in the future, but until then, I hope those of you who have the interest to make your own find this helpful.

#my art #art tag #embroidery #jewelry #accessories #embroidered pin #embroidered brooch #fabric art #textile art #tutorial #art tutorial #i guess??#moth #moths #insects #bugs

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beardedmrbean · 30 days

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Chrissy Reifschneider had just left rehab to treat her heroin addiction in 2017 when she started taking tianeptine, popularly dubbed “gas station heroin." The 41-year-old from Alabama was struggling with low energy, so a family member who worked at a gas station recommended she try the pills.

Within days, Reifschneider was hooked, and three dark years cruised by. Now four years clean, Reifschneider reflects on the deception that contributed to her tianeptine addiction and the overwhelming shame that followed. It's a trend that addiction medicine experts say shines a sobering light on the ongoing mental health crisis that's driving people to "easy" solutions amid widespread healthcare accessibility issues in the U.S.

“I thought well, I'm not sticking a needle in my arm, so I literally convinced myself that I wasn’t a drug addict until I realized I didn't recognize who I was anymore,” Reifschneider said. “It's crazy to think that these gas station pills just controlled me. I was ashamed because I'd rather people know I was shooting up heroin than actually spending all this time and money on over-the-counter (drugs).”

Tianeptine is prescribed as an antidepressant in some European, Asian and Latin American countries, but it’s not approved for any medical use in the U.S. Still, companies are marketing and selling tianeptine products as dietary supplements typically in pill and powder form, claiming it can improve brain function and treat depression, anxiety, pain and even opioid use disorder.

Tianeptine has been banned in Alabama, Florida, Georgia, Indiana, Kentucky, Michigan, Mississippi, Ohio and Tennessee.

Reifschneider used to take five pills every four hours, which she said gave her enough of a “warm, fuzzy buzz” without making her feel clammy or nauseous, similar to the effects of doing too much heroin, she said. The brand she purchased recommends two capsules daily “or as needed,” and advises against exceeding three capsules in a 24-hour period.

She started to lose her hair and lots of weight; had auditory hallucinations; developed paranoia surrounding electronics, at times using 10 cellphones at once; and began to convince herself that she was “better off dead.” Reifschneider would even chat with gas station employees about how dangerous the pills were: “I was silently crying out for help.”

After several unsuccessful stays in rehab, Reifschneider quit “cold turkey” and entered a withdrawal state for the next six months, which she said felt similar to but lasted longer than her withdrawal from heroin and fentanyl. Today, she continues to “feel like a 15-year-old in my brain,” alluding to her debilitating memory problems. “It’s one of my more shameful things,” she said.

Poison control cases involving tianeptine have increased nationwide, from 11 total cases between 2000 and 2013 to 151 cases in 2020, the FDA says. Many poison control calls often involve severe withdrawal symptoms, such as agitation, vomiting and diarrhea, because people typically consume higher doses than those prescribed in other countries, according to a 2018 CDC report.

Dr. Holly Geyer, an internal medicine physician specializing in addiction medicine with the Mayo Clinic, said fear of withdrawal and the depression that follows can contribute to addiction to a variety of substances.

“These often aren't people who are chasing a high. They're just trying to feel normal, and if there's a drug out there that helps them curb that appetite, they're probably going to take it until it as a solution becomes the problem,” Geyer said. “These people are trapped biologically, mentally and spiritually. It's a horrible situation to be in, and I can tell you tianeptine does not let them out of it.”

Shame and stigma prevail among addiction recovery circles

Since Reifschneider joined social media to share her tianeptine experience, neighbors and friends have confided in her with their own struggles with the supplement. “It was a very dark secret we all kept in our recovery circle because it was so shameful,” she said. “We all felt better about ourselves because we weren’t doing the worst of the worst.”

Aaron Weiner, an addiction psychologist, says that mentality is “completely reasonable” considering the stigma and “traditionalism” that still weighs on drug use in general. “There’s a very intense mental health burden in this country right now,” he said.

Tianeptine is marketed as a supplement, but it’s really an opioid receptor agonist. That means it binds to the same receptors in the brain that heroin, fentanyl and other opioids do, causing similar euphoric and addictive effects by hijacking the body’s dopamine system. So when people use tianeptine amid their recovery journey to cope with withdrawal or other lingering effects, judgment frequently follows.

“In a lot of recovery circles, the goal is complete abstinence from all intoxicating substances,” Weiner said. “In this scenario, some people may assume they’re substituting one drug for another, and say they’re not really sober.”

Similar judgment occurs among those taking FDA-approved medications for opioid use disorder (MOUD), including methadone, buprenorphine and naltrexone — some of which are opioids themselves. Mounting evidence shows that they reduce opioid cravings and withdrawal symptoms, and block their euphoric effects, Weiner said, but don’t make people “high” or cause withdrawal when dosed properly.

Although MOUD use has grown by more than 100% over the last decade, nearly 90% of people living with opioid use disorder are not receiving these medications, according to a 2022 study published in the International Journal of Drug Policy. Experts say stigma is partly to blame.

“One of the greatest problems we have in this country is that of stigma; we label people, then throw them out with their diagnoses,” Geyer said. “So when many of them turn to MOUD, they experience equal amounts of stigma and are led to think that no one could yell at them or be offended if they use supplements like tianeptine that they think are safer.”

"It kills me to know this is still out there"

Reifschneider said she visited a doctor who specializes in addiction medicine two times for help to detox from tianeptine, but neither attempt was successful.

“The doctor had no idea what these pills were, but he wanted to help me because he could see my desperation,” Reifschneider said. “I was terrified to come off of them alone, so I didn’t know what to do.”

She ultimately detoxed herself, but this lack of awareness and access to proper treatment, Geyer said, is what deters people away from evidence-based treatment and attracts them to the illicit market.

Data show that nearly 50% of counties in the U.S., don’t have MOUD medication providers and 32% don’t have any specialty substance abuse treatment programs at all.

“There's not a whole lot of attention paid to tianeptine because it’s one of many drugs that you could find at gas stations these days that are not technically outlawed but certainly not beneficial,” Geyer said. “The big name drugs out there like fentanyl is where the money has historically been in this industry, so that's where most treatment approaches have focused.”

After years of rehab, Reifschneider said she wants to lay low and just live a normal life, but knowing that tianeptine is still being sold on gas station shelves weighs on her.

“I'm honestly grateful that there's been more awareness, but it kills me to know this is still out there,” she said.

#nunyas news #wtf

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julien5-malfunction · 3 months

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27012024

[Touch deprived scum screeches the whole night, then buys a cake.]

So I spent some hours last night making different kinds of distress noises, that I would otherwise be called an attempt on singning, if it wasn't done out of dispair and pent up feelings. I could like to say I'm not as bad at making human sounds as I was, say, a year ago, but I'm not good at it either. On a comfortable lever of mediocrity, where I no longer hate myself 100%.

I wonder if my neighnours heard that...

Some loser trying to pull off 'take me back to eden' and 'skyfall' in the middle of the night... I can't hit the high notes, but sometimes I slip into what I believe to be subharmonics, just perfectly. It's my seacret source of pride, really. I can never prove to anyone, that I can make a sound that registers in the 2. octave on a pitch monitor. I can only do it when I feel extremely at ease. If there is a possibility of withness who is be able to judge me or even just a presence of a recording device, I can't do it.

I stopped at about 6 am, after being unable to control my voice anymore, I wore it out pretty well I think. It felt like the room 'echoed' or 'resinated' long after I shut up, it was really odd feeling, but I was pretty tired too. Good thing I didn't really have to talk to anyone today so I don't have to sound like a sqeaky toy.

I tried to play the guitar for a bit before going out. I'm annoyed that I can't remember any of the songs I used to play, not that I knew many but I spent over a year trying to learn 'lilium' and I can't even remember the bit I did learn. Neither 'Behind blue eyes'. That one I could maybe learn well enough to pull off someday, it's not that hard... but trying to sing at the same time makes it kinda hard, but not god-level hard, in other words, I have faith in myself... If I end up hyper fixating on playing again.

I went to the store. Got some reasonable food and a cake. I've been craving the cake for a few days now. Could be because I'm getting hooked on sugar again... I got wafers too. crunch* I know this isn't good for me, I'll have to cold turkey myself out of this yet again but it's so hard. I guess other un-met emotional needs play an effect too, I've been feeling off l again lately.

I mean, it's been 2 or 3 weeks now since the last time I touched another living creature, there was this little dog called Oscar at the piercing shop, I got to pet him. It made me pretty happy inside. This has gone to a point where I see friendly skin contact as a literal drug. I need my fix about 2 weeks after the previous one, after that it starts to physically hurt.

It feels like having acid in my lungs, small needle stabbing in the heart. The whole body literally aches. It's like being hungry but it doen't matter what you eat, it won't go away. Last thing on your mind is the same as the first one in the morning; just how fucking bad you wish someone would just hold you for a moment. Just long enough for the pain to stop. Then I can be ignored and forgotten and I promise I'll do my best to not bother anyone with my existance for the next few weeks again.

I spend hours in bed just holding onto my pillow bc it's the closest thing to a hug I can get...

#skin hunger #touch deprived #I want to pet a dog #screaming #in the dark #in pain #the whole night

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the-strange-world-of-jplovecraft · 11 months

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Salt Peter written by JPLOVECRAFT

“Old man’s ass…”

Opening lyric to “Parafin” by Ruby

He used to come into my room at night. I was 11, maybe 12 years old. We had just moved into this old house. Being that we had always lived in apartments I was excited to finally live in a house with a yard and plenty of room for everyone. It was old though and creepy. The feeling of the place was just odd, offputting, strange…

Things were normal

in the house for a few weeks. It was creepy but, I mean, I read all sorts of goosebumps books and watched Are You Afraid of the Dark on the weekends so I figured my imagination was giving me a free show. I liked being creeped out to a point, ya know, when I could control it… it hit different when it was happening in real life.

It all began one night after I got a really strange feeling coming from the laundry room. The laundry room being the basement. Typical, right?! Every scary story starts in a basement, or a desecrated church, or at a summer camp full of intoxicated counselors, or a Dennys at 3am…

I was pulling my clothes out of the dryer when a vision popped in my head. It was sudden, blurry, strange, wrinkled… hairy…? Mashed potatoes? Two adjacent piles of crumpled up laundry? A pair of pine needle covered volcanoes set to erupt? I know, it’s weird. Milk colored jello? It was a vision that held no context for me, it chilled me, it was ominous, it beckoned…

I hurriedly grabbed my clothes and ran upstairs. It was strange, as I ran I swore I heard someone whispering to me, a single word in repetition, four syllables: “California…? Supercalafragilistic…? London bridges…?”

Nonsense.

That night was the first time he came into my room.

Where I lived with my parents was pretty isolated. No one around but us really. I was half asleep in my bed. I knew my parents were already asleep so I went into a mild shock when my bedroom door knob began to slowly turn. It felt like I was asleep, half asleep, sleep paralysis maybe, it was dreamlike. Time seemed to pass at a fraction of its normal flow. The knob turned slowly. Then the door moved. It opened slightly, with a creak, just a crack. Seconds went by, my heart was in my throat, I was paralyzed. The door opened a bit more, then a bit more, then just wide enough for a spindly leg to pass through. All I could see at that point was a leg but I knew that leg didn’t belong to anyone that I knew. The leg danced a bit, seemingly waiving, almost as if it were underwater. Then a hip revealed itself, then an arm, then a face.

It was an old man. He looked almost like a cartoon, a caricature. No teeth, full cheeks, grey stubble, wide eyes. He was impish. He was giggling.

He stared at me with a strange sense of delight.

Slowly he crept toward the side of my bed as if he was starring in a mock ballet. His eyes twinkled. He was hilarious. He was terrifying.

He stood next to my bed and stared at me, grinning, vibrating. He bent down a bit as if to inspect me closer. He seemed very satisfied with what he saw. He straightened back up and dare I say, gave a little shimmy.

He then headed back towards the door, walking backwards, slowly, rhythmically. He seemed to be mouthing out the word I heard while running away from the dryer with my clothes earlier that evening. When his back was to the door he clearly whispered: “not yet.” Then he giggled once more and disappeared behind my bedroom door. I have no idea how I got back to sleep that night.

When I woke up it all seemed so silly. It was obviously a strange dream. Kooky, not at all scary in retrospect. I must have eaten something that didn’t agree with me. Yeah, food was definitely messing with me… haha.

I had this dream intermittently for the next few years… It had to be a dream, it was so ridiculous. I chalked it up to watching too much Ren and Stimpy on Saturday nights. The dancing geezer looked a lot like the old guy that always ended up in the bathtub, making ren and stimpson j cat uncomfortable, the one with the turkey leg floating over his head like it was his hair… way to ridiculous to be real… my imagination was a strange land full of strange plans. That’s probably why I ended up going to art school, droppping out and diving head first into years of classes on centuries old strange legends and symbology.

The dreams stopped after I left home and that strange little town to pursue my complicated education… only resurfacing when I would go home to visit for holidays and such. At that point it was like seeing an old friend. Not ominous, just quirky and strangely comforting.

He would always sneak in my room, slowly, dramatically, with a shimmy and a shake, seemingly choreographed, smiling, giddy, giggling, slowly making his way over to my bedside to inspect me… strange, I had no idea what he was looking for, he seemed to be keeping track of something… biding his time, waiting… on the way out always stating ambiguously “not yet… not yet…”

Oh… and occasionally when I would go down to the basement to do laundry I would hear those strange whispers… or at least what my imagination must have made out of a creaky old basement in an old house, with random drafts, leaky pipes and random noise from settling. Yeah… my imagination was quite the large, festive tent housing a constant circus… haha… welcome back my friends to the show that never ends.

Things got a bit more strange when my parents both died in a car accident, leaving the house to me. It was so sudden, emotional. I found myself heading back to that strange old town and isolated ancient house to settle the estate and continue work on a book I was writing about obscure symbology.

I hadn’t been back in quite a while, perhaps it was the suddenness of the death, the complex emotions, the fact that I was older. The place seemed stranger than usual, smaller, darker… it may sound strange but… it seemed alive, like it had been waiting for me, like it was most happy to see me. I felt watched… my imagination was creating those old whispers again… somehow, this time a bit more clear… fallah smidgen…? Surreptitious…? Cala midgets…?

Oh… my weird little mind.

(Over dub whispers: callipygous)

The first couple of nights were quite quiet. I established my ritual. Organize and clean during the day, go for a nice walk, have a sensible dinner, open a bottle of wine and settle in for a few hours at night to research and write. I quickly found that this old town had quite a library, lots of old and obscure volumes strangely enough along the lines of my culty interests… old towns can be interesting… I was finding way more forgotten information and lore in the library than was available on the super patchy internet available at the house. Although I was grieving the loss of my parents I was also appreciative of the quiet and the resources afforded to me at this critical time. This book was to be my gateway to notoriety and possibly the chance to teach my own courses at the right college or university.

Then the dreams started again…

This time though… they seemed to go, further? They would start the same, my bedroom door would creak open, the strange old geezer would catastrophe ballet to my bedside to inspect me but… the dreams were getting longer, strange music began to manifest and those whispers were getting louder. Soon the old guy was dancing circles around the room and seeming to occasionally, taunt me with his ass… which was surprisingly round and dare I say… firm. It was strange that his entire body looked like cold mashed potatoes except for him bum, which was, well, it was nice. Thumbs up dude, keep doing those squats. Then one night after completing his evolving ritual he stopped short at the door on his way out and instead of saying “not yet” as was his normal conclusion he looked at me intensely and mouthed out the word “soon.”

I woke up laughing even though I was also a bit chilled. A wrinkly old dancing man that looked like the ren and Stimpy chicken leg for hair guy with a nice ass… oh my prurient imagination, the circus was most definitely in full swing.

The nights went on and the dreams progressed and became more vivid and… well… the term that comes to mind is “clown orgy…” Do you know about the clown orgy, it was fucking in tents… get it, that’s an old joke but the dreams were most definitely growing more and more intense, then one night…

One night I was able to move. In every dream up to that point I was paralyzed or never thought to move but one night… he invited me to dance with him… and I did, we frolicked and shook our groove thangs… He seemed to be checking out my rear the whole time, cheeky old guy… then he motioned me to follow him, out of the room, down the hall, we danced the whole way downstairs to the basement. The whispers surrounded us as we danced and laughed then he darted towards the corner of the basement and disappeared behind the dryer. What the hell? I ran towards the dryer, looked inside, nothing, then I pulled it away from the wall and… there was something carved into the cement…

I woke up on the basement floor, naked, holding an empty bottle of wine. Perhaps I had been indulging a bit too much during my research. I got up, no hangover though I was a bit wobbly and proceeded to shower and get on with my day.

As I boxed up the materials that comprised the lives of my late parents I couldn’t shake the dream, the dancing, the basement, the carvings behind the dryer. It was just a weird dream driven by my wild imagination but still, I couldn’t stop obsessing over it. I had the strangest urge to look behind the dryer in the basement. I couldn’t let it go. Of course there was nothing there but I couldn’t put it out of my mind. After hours of wrestling with reality and common sense I resolved that I wouldn’t be able to rest until I looked behind the dryer.

I ventured down the hallway in a haze and descended the staircase heading straight for the dryer. It moved way too easily and gawddammit. There were carvings on the wall. They looked like runes, circling a crude drawing of, hills, mountains, quite round and strangely from a seemingly overhead perspective. They were symmetrical and minimal and looked to be old.

I took a picture with my cell phone and immediately headed for the library to check out some books on runes. The runes on my basement wall were not common at all, they looked to be variations on established runes, custom if you will. My research was proving to be fruitless until I flipped to the back of a certain volume and found those precise runes hand sketched on the inside back cover along with an etymology of their evolution and a translation: Callipygian. Sect. Order. Worship. Deity. Possession. Sacrifice.

Strange. I knew all the words except for Callipygian. Who wrote this weirdness? I flipped through the volume again finally noticing that the book had only been checked out by one person, years ago. A man by the name of Aloysius Breech.

I went to the front desk and flagged down the quite elderly librarian.

“Pardon me miss, do you know this person, Aloysius Breech?”

The librarian looked puzzled at first, then, as librarians do, seemed to recall something in the archives. She led me to a back room with stacks of archived local newspapers and documents. She said the name was familiar but couldn’t recall why and that I might have some luck in the local archives.

Wow, this was definitely old school research which of course meant that I didn’t get a lead for a few hours but when I did… whoa.

A newspaper article from the local paper, September 24th, 1949: Local man responsible for child abduction and murder. There was a picture, oh god, of course it was the man from my dreams, this was straight out of Goosebumps or Are You Afraid of the Dark. Seems this guy was responsible for a bunch of missing children in the late 1940s. He would crawl in through their bedroom windows at night, giggling, dancing and leading them to their doom. The police found him and the remains of his victims in his basement at… of course… his house was now my house. The basement was covered in strange markings and crude pictures of hills and mountains, from an overhead view. When questioned, Breech nonchalantly disclosed that he was collecting souls in order to deify himself in the Callipygian court. An obscure ancient religious sect that worshipped an all powerful deity whose defining feature was extremely shapely buttocks. He also stated that he had collected enough souls, all that was left to do was choose a successor to start the next cycle, someone to keep the souls coming and maintain the power of the sect.

Breech was tried, convicted and executed in the early 1950s for the abduction and deaths of supposedly dozens of children from the surrounding areas. After his death, the house was slightly remodeled and remained on the market for quite some time, decades until, shit, until my parents bought it for a song. They never told me the history of the house. Probably didn’t want to frighten me. At least we didn’t have to live in crummy apartments anymore.

I ran home and went back to the carvings behind the dryer in the basement. How were these still here if the rest were cleaned up? I began searching the rest of the basement and wherever I pulled an appliance, a shelving unit, anything of size away from the walls I found runes, hills from overhead, occasionally what looked like dried blood. Good lord.

Whomever was in charge of cleaning up this place cut quite a few corners. Too bad I wasn’t a horror writer, this story was writing itself.

Suddenly I felt dizzy. The sun seemed to go down insanely fast like life was in fast forward. I slumped to the ground barely able to sit up. The whispers started again, the strange music and then, from behind the dryer came the dancing man. This time incredibly giddy. He was ecstatic in his movements. He danced over to me, looked down upon me and said “it’s finally time.”

“Time for what?” I asked.

“Time to appoint my successor.” He exclaimed while twirling around in a circle.

“I’ve waited for decades for the right person to come along. After my execution my soul became trapped in this house, waiting for the right person to come along and take my place, setting me free to be the deity that I long to be. No one would live here until your parents moved to town and brought you. I kept my eye on you, waiting for the right moment but you moved away, decades passed once again and Lo and behold, you came back! Now it is finally time. The transition will be complete upon you doing just one thing.”

“What’s that?” My voice quivered.

He beamed: “Touch my round bottom, ha haha…”

He turned around and jiggled his ample bottom in front of me. I tried to look away but I was so weak and my body seemed to be functioning independently of me. I wanted to resist but my hand wouldn’t heed my commands. Slowly my hand raised and traveled towards the freaky old man’s jiggling cheeks. Just as I was about to touch them he stopped jiggling. His cheeks opened up and clamped down upon my hand. Holy shit what a grip. I couldn’t break free. The whispers became shouts then screams: callipygous! callipygous! callipygous!

The man dragged me by my hand towards the dryer. I pleaded and cried but to no avail as he pulled me into the wall and then everything went black.

I don’t know how long ago that was. I know that I’m trapped in this house. I haven’t seen another soul for what seems like quite a long time. I’ve heard some people rustling around outside for the past couple of days, talking about flipping the house for a nice price, something about a young family wanting to move in. A family with a young child.

I’ve been working on my dance moves and my backside has grown quite firm. If I’m stuck in this existence I might as well become a deity… bring on the new tenants. callipygous! callipygous! callipygous!

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realhankmccoy · 2 months

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Q: Hank it sucks to be jealous, doesn’t it

A: yeah but I think a lot of the pressure of American life is you are never supposed to feel anything other than grinning winning and laughing down everyone else these days — I mean that’s Trump’s america — so I mean why not be a human being and feel a wide range

I’ve felt jealousy all my life, the funny thing is that america is so conservative and blind that it never sees who I’m jealous of and always falsely attributes jealousy to me on all the wrong people

like if you asked the standard American idiot they’d say I’m jealous of Republicans, Musk, Cobain

I’m not jealous of all of those. Musk is like being jealous of Baron Harkonnen… how dumb are these dummies? Cobain is dead and very few saw that his songs weren’t as progressive as they think he was.

The only Republican I’ve really been jealous of was when Paul Ryan got the Vice President nomination around the time he showed up and pretended to volunteer to feed the poor. That really hurt, since he grew up only 30 mins from me and is an evil vicious twit. And I didn’t do a lot of feeding the homeless Luke House and such — I was always kinda stingy with the turkey as I think maybe I was told not to run it out, I can’t remember what I was told and how I adjusted for sure but I did at least do more than Paul Ryan. I should have done way more than I did to build better character for myself and it’s not too late at least. Anyhow you see this dope gulping on the tv meeting Mitt Romney by a navy ship and he’s not much older than you and he’s a real wind-up toy of hatred and you once made a very bad losing argument about how he’s not that way because of Atlas Shrugged and the whole thing

ugh

that’s the only Republican I’ve ever been jealous of, because ittttttts notttttt fairrrrrrr and it’s true it’s not fair.

now the guy is rich as shit just to subtract value from america

and all I can hope is he’s miserable and emptyheaded as fuck

so that my jealous fades

also jealous of how the fuckhead party he signed up for always wanted a clean shave but let him get away with scruff

he’s absolutely a case of hatred-jealousy on my part

but it’s not really ‘cuz he did it’ (he’s from money and daddy died) it’s prob for the exact reasons he’d love me to be jealous like the evil piece of shit he is

but there is the part of me that know Paul Ryan worked like a narrowminded needle to get where he was and is a fast-mouthed twit, maybe faster than me, so he did ‘achieve’ something.

i dunno, I guess I’ve internalized the oppresssor in myself to the extent that Paul Ryan can play on that as that’s the only thing Paul Ryan is living his life for anyhow probably

he exerts a lot of effort to make people like me jealous

congrats he won

i blame wisconsin

anyhow I’ll have to do more to decolonize my mind

sure would be nice to have Paul Ryan’s money, but he is trapped by it, that’s for sure.

#Paul ryan

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seillean-vents · 7 months

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I’ve never been good at identifying my emotions.

Putting words to the things I’m feeling has always been hard.

I’ve learned patterns, of course;

Heat in my face and shaking in my hands usually means I’m angry.

Feeling the need to jump like the need to breathe usually means I’m excited.

But this…

Jesus, this.

Shock was a bucket of ice water

Denial a flutter of light.

Pain is a fire in my chest

Anger is a hollowness I’ve never felt before.

I’ve lost before.

I’ve lost people to themselves before.

I’ve never lost someone to a needle before.

And god, I hate him for it.

I hate him and I’m angry at him and I love him and I miss him more than anything in the world right now.

And I know that addiction is a disease

And I know that it’s no one’s fault, really

And I know that you have to want help

But there’s a 6 year old deep inside me

A baby cousin who doesn’t understand

Who keens and wails within the hollowed

Walls of my ribcage

Because he chose the needle over her.

Over me.

Over thanksgiving turkey and candy cane ice cream

Over crystal growing kits and air hockey

Over shared meals and “good to see yous”

That we’ll never share again

Because we weren’t enough to keep him around.

And I hate him for it

And I hate myself for hating him for it

And I’m angry for it

And I love him despite it

And I would pay all the money in the world

To bring him back

Because I’m not ready to say goodbye

Because how do I say goodbye when you weren’t supposed to leave yet?

Why did you leave?

Were you alone?

Were you scared?

Were you in pain?

Are you safe?

Are you happy?

Are you at rest?

I’m so angry and I’m so sad and I know this because my tears won’t stop

And that usually means I’m sad,

Which is a pattern I’ve learned, of course,

Because…

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embroidery123 · 2 years

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Intro to Modern Embroidery with Meg Rosko

#embroidery Interested in attending but no sessions available that fit your schedule? Please fill out this form and we will notify you when new sessions are added! **All workshop attendees are required to wear a mask for the duration of the workshop** WORKSHOP DESCRIPTION We're excited to welcome visiting instructor Meg Rosko, the embroidery master behind Nutmeg & Honeybee! Whether you're a beginner just starting out, or an experienced stitcher looking to learn some new techniques, join us on March 8th to dive into the world of modern embroidery art! In this workshop you will: Get hands-on guidance from Meg on creating a color story and understanding different textures Learn shading stitches, back stitches, french knots, and turkey stitches Integrate various materials such as threads, yarn, rope, and beads Gain and understanding of modern embroidery basics Your registration fee includes all required materials, including a tin trinket case, embroidery scissors, 3 different sized embroidery needles, a fabric pen, needle threader, embroidery hoop with fabric, threads, yarns, rope and beads-- which will all go home with you so you can continue to work on your piece! Please note: Due to the nature of this one-time-only event, all registrations for this special guest hosted workshop are final; no refunds or credits will be given for cancellations. Please view our policy for more information. Class Details Date & Time: select above Class Length: 3 hours Location: Brooklyn Craft Company, 165 Greenpoint Avenue (here’s where we’re located) Cost: $150 includes supply bundle that's yours to take home! All class registrations are final; please view our policy for more information. MEET YOUR INSTRUCTOR Hi, I’m Meg! I started getting into modern embroidery about 2 years ago and absolutely fell in love with the textures and colors I was able to play around with on a hoop. This past December, I started teaching Modern Embroidery Workshops because I felt a need to share and connect with other crafty humans in a physical space. Before getting into embroidery, I started my own baking blog which really allowed me to explore and express my creativity. Nutmeg & Honeybee is a creative community dedicated to feeding my curiosity and how I can play with different mediums to satiate those cravings. I am excited to meet you at the workshop and learn more about your creative journey!

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knotheaddesignstudio · 2 years

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Multiple Projects in Flight

I won't have any completed projects to show you this week but that does not mean I haven't been busy - I have multiple projects in flight at the moment. Today I will give you some progress updates. Then in a future blog post we can see how drastically the final products differ from where they started from. Project 1 - Member Showcase Submission This one is due mid November and I am probably the least far on it. Oh well. I will discuss in a separate blog post how I decided on this piece based on the theme for the showcase but for now the focus is on the fact that I am making 3 owls. One of the owls is already complete and was highlighted in a previous blog. The second is started from a slab of elm that had cool lichen on the bark.

Owl out of Elm I am already on the 3rd version of the neck and head and still don't like it so stay tuned. This one will likely be a great horned owl. The third owl is not started at all yet - other than sweet talking my husband into routing out some of the wood in the middle. I plan to have an owl hiding in the slab. You can even see the outline of an owl in this piece of locust.

Locust slab

Example owl Project 2 - Woodland Headboard Commission My second project is a large 7 ft spalted elm slab that will become a headboard. I don't have great pictures of the entire thing but hopefully you can see from this photo how much movement is in this piece of wood.

Spalted Elm Slab My goal with this piece is to pull the images of animals from Wisconsin that I see hidden in the wood and build up some dimension and artistic license with felt. The first image I found was a moose.

Moose Nothing is attached yet but the antlers are wired so I will be able to pull them away from the wood for some perspective. The next animal I found is an owl (go figure). You can start to see me laying out some pieces here.

Moose and start of owl Picture the owl hunting, like in the photo below. I have been working on additional updates since but haven't photographed them on the wood again.

There are also walleye, snapping turtle, badger and rattlesnake images that I have coaxed out of the wood. I have completed the structure for the rattlesnake but the images are extremely phallic and I don't want to get flagged as a porn site so I will just wait on those until construction is a bit further along. :) This piece needs to be completed by the end of November so I will be probably be posting final pictures while eating some turkey. Project 3 - Weimaraner Commission This final project is a commission to create the bust of a beloved pet Weimaraner. These are beautiful dogs that are grey in color (that can run from silver to more taupe) and have amber colored eyes. The requestor was familiar with my recent work of integrating animals into the wood and gave me permission to do that. I knew I would need the perfect slab so it started consuming my thoughts. In fact, it was 4am and my husband woke up and caught me staring at pictures of wood. My obsession paid off!

Mock up of Weimaraner piece I found a walnut slab that had movement that looked like the muscled neck of a Weimaraner. I got sign off from the customer and started building the armature for the head. You know, now that I look at that picture again, this one looks really phallic too. Who knew felting would be so erotic? - hee hee The final two pictures show the armature and one of the ears that I wet felted. I was worried about how I was going to achieve both the color and sheen of the weimaraner. Hearthside fibers had peduncle silk top that was perfect. It felted nicely with some merino wool for the ears. I will likely just needle felt the silk fibers onto his head but I like having options. The grey stain of the wood also exactly matches the silk. This will make the integration of the head and neck look beautiful in the end. Can't wait for this one to complete. Technically, it has to be ready before Christmas but I am hoping to find time to complete it sooner.

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thoughts-and-more-sadness · 2 years

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I had a horrible day yesterday and day before. I got a job with the school district. Part time. Like 3 hours a day being a nutritions assistant. I had to fill out like 12 assignments and I still had 10 more but I think I go over them with the Human Resources lady. It was so many assignments. That was just the first step. I was so overwhelmed I was panicking. The next day I had to do a physical fitness test. And do a tuberculosis test. I went to the urgent care they recommended. They ran out of tb tests right after I paid for one so they had to refund me. I had to write that I’m pregnant and scoliosis. The sucky part is the doctor wrote a sealed envelope for the employer and it has to stay sealed so I don’t know what it says or if I passed. It gives me anxiety. Then I went to go to fingerprints at a tax service place. The school needs my fingerprints, that part was easy it took a bit because my hands were clammy but it was the easiest part of my day. Even the wait at Panera took longer at the drive thru. I love my turkey bacon bravos. I wondered if Eric ever eats them and I always think of Henry eating the lettuce. I went to another urgent care. The first one was nice and open and clean as hell. Hardly any people. This one was so shit. Not enough seats for everybody, people had to stand. Scary loud people and babies. Stinky floor with visible spills. Liquid dripping down the wall near the bathroom. Literal vomit or soup like squirts on the ceiling. It was nasty. I was mad because the tb test was ten dollars more at this urgent care. I sat down. I wore a sweater for comfort reasons. But I sat in the sun and I started to feel dizzy. I didn’t eat anything until 1. I’ve been more faint lately. I moved out of the sun thankfully there was a seat. I took off my sweater. I was breathing hard and sweating profusely. I could see my vision going away. Huge blobs everywhere blocking my few of the fake plant in the corner. I felt so faint. I wanted to ask the adorable couple with the quite baby for help. For water. My anxiety couldn’t do that. I was alone, I wanted help. I wished I didn’t have to do so much alone. Anthony says I need to grow up on that. I was just jealous of the mom and her quiet bottle fed baby. Someone was there for them, to wait for them in the waiting room. I wanted to be like them. I had to close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I think I would’ve passed out otherwise. Because I closed my eyes and calmed down. I think I was panicking because I was alone and feeling faint. I kept my eyes closed for a long time, leaned my head back and relaxed. People probably looked at me weird. I felt fine when I went in there, now I’m all dying. I didn’t want to be called now because I felt like I probably shouldn’t walk. But I knew it was almost my turn. Thankfully a good ten minutes went by. The tub test was just a shot. I just hate needles so I felt really uncomfortable for the rest of the day. The guy who gave the shot to me gave me water right away. He was so nervous and had a hard time explaining things to me. He stumbled on his words but he was nice to me. I was so glad to leave. I waited a while to go home. I told my mom when I got home and what happened that I got dizzy. She called me right away. I said didn’t you read I was home? The phone call was short but I didn’t expect her to do that. Anthony doesn’t really react when I get faint or dizzy. He just says I work myself up to much and it’s my fault and I need to calm down. I don’t think he cares. I don’t think people realize how he doesn’t care. My mom immediately said to tell Anthony. But he doesn’t care. He told me today that I’d probably leave him for somebody. I’m sad. I’m proud I did all that alone though. But ugh. What a pain. Now I still have to do a online training exam and I’ll supposedly be ready to meet with the Human Resources lady. I don’t know how I’m gonna do.

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funch22funch · 2 years

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Fantasticnovel - Chapter 115 - Heavy? intelligent cumbersome share-p2

Lovelynovel SPELLBOUND novel - Chapter 115 - Heavy? offbeat turkey read-p2 Novel-SPELLBOUND-SPELLBOUND Chapter 115 - Heavy? massive five "W-waitâ€¦ Gav. You're not thinking of doingâ€¦ that in listed here, have you been?" Evie questioned, biting her lip as she checked down at him. "H-huh? When was it that Iâ€¦" Evie trailed off of for the acknowledgement on the romantic location that they were currently in. Her arms were definitely wound around his neck and her uncovered torso was rubbing against his rock and roll-good muscle tissue. His sight were smoldering through his thicker soaked lashes and Evie could not guide but get her air. That gaze of his was messing up her imagination and hypnotizing her yet once again. Though she has come across this alluring gaze of her husband over a couple of periods, she was however responding to it like it was subsequently her newbie. 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As she could very clearly see the outline of his erection raging tricky against her. "Fantastic," he stated and then in one instant movements, he dragged Evie up and cradled her, her thighs twisted around his trim hips. And oh yeah myâ€¦ she observed his prolonged and tricky member against her. Evie obtained thought that he would bring her nearly the shore, but Gavriel did not move a single inch from his existing location. Gavriel cursed, groaning tough in utter delight when he felt Evie's limited and cozy moistened the wall surfaces adjoining him tightly as though attempting to draw him in. And it also was deliciously divine. "You prefer it too proper, love? Tell me Evieâ€¦ let me know you prefer me inside you nowâ€¦ hereâ€¦" he coaxed and in a short time Evie nodded, "Indeed, sure Gavrielâ€¦ I want youâ€¦ you need to provide it to meâ€¦now," she pleaded. Her arms gripping his hair. She could not think upright nowadays but just to concur with anything at all he requested of her. 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She cautioned him and after that continued to change aside and pouted her mouth area once their fun washed out, "You needed really granted us a discourage." Evie's sound was tender as she added about the later statement. Gavriel was aware he experienced really frightened her and sought to appease her sentiments. Gavriel cursed, groaning difficult in utter satisfaction since he sensed Evie's tight and heated moistened wall space surrounding him tightly like looking to suck him in. And it was so deliciously divine. "H-huh? When was it that Iâ€¦" Evie trailed off with the recognition with the romantic placement they were currently in. Her arms were injury around his the neck and throat and her uncovered torso was rubbing against his rock and roll-good muscle tissues. His eye were definitely smoldering through his solid drenched lashes and Evie could not aid but grab her breathing. That gaze of his was messing up her thoughts and hypnotizing her yet yet again. However she has come across this sexy gaze of her man greater than a number of periods, she was nevertheless reacting with it just like it was actually her novice. The magnetic move and seduction of it was truly amazement impressive. Gavriel cursed, groaning hard in utter enjoyment because he noticed Evie's limited and cozy moist the wall surfaces adjoining him tightly as if aiming to draw him in. And also it was deliciously divine. "You would like it too ideal, adore? Tell me Evieâ€¦ say you would like me inside you nowâ€¦ hereâ€¦" he coaxed and in a short time Evie nodded, "Sure, certainly Gavrielâ€¦ I want youâ€¦ you should have to meâ€¦now," she pleaded. Her hands and wrists gripping his head of hair. She could not consider instantly any further but to just concur with nearly anything he asked of her. "Aaahâ€¦" Evie could only have helplessly to his go. "B-butâ€¦ won't this experience uneasy for you? Iâ€¦ I believe I'm weighty â€“" Novel "Do youâ€¦" he tiny bit his lip before slowly and sensuously releasing it, "still experience tender?" "Aaahâ€¦" Evie could only have helplessly to his top of your head. "B-butâ€¦ won't this actually feel not comfortable for your needs? Iâ€¦ I do think I'm large â€“" Simply, Gavriel lifted Evie, positioning her fragile entrance within the hint of his raging manhood. Without warning, then he slid her down his measurements. "Serious? You? Who do you think I am? Huh? My adore?" he slice her off of, his devilish smile flashing on his encounter, "your hubby is definitely the best, Evie. Having you enjoy that is piece of cake to meâ€¦" he drawn away and stared at her. "I want to make really like with you in this way Evie," he whispered as he set about rocking against her, rubbing his solidity against her fine flower. Gavriel paused and picked up his gaze. "Indeed, I'm intending to do exactly that on this page, Evieâ€¦" his response came out slow and slack. And Evie's eyes circled once more, producing Gavriel to chuckle at her solution. "Feel comfortable adore, I am going to turn this practical experience an exciting one for you." Then he flashed that lethal attractive laugh of his before experiencing his mouth area terrain in her taut bud and sucked at it. "W-waitâ€¦ Gav. You're not wondering about doingâ€¦ that in in this article, are you currently?" Evie requested, biting her lip as she checked down at him. Evie's eyeballs circled. Her palms immediately captured his confront. "N-not any longer!" she blurted out, "I believe this awesome h2o is actually workingâ€¦" Evie's sound trailed out of with the sight in the triumphant and wicked glimmer that graced his fantastic vision. Oh noâ€¦ she declined into his snare just as before! "H-huh? When was it that Iâ€¦" Evie trailed away at the recognition of your seductive placement that they were currently in. Her arms were actually wound around his neck and her uncovered chest muscles was rubbing against his rock-sound muscular tissues. His eyes were smoldering through his heavy damp lashes and Evie could not aid but capture her breathing. That gaze of his was messing up her head and hypnotizing her yet just as before. Nevertheless she has come across this hot gaze of her spouse greater than a several situations, she was however reacting to it as if it turned out her new. The magnet take and seduction from it was truly amazement motivating. "H-huh? When was it that Iâ€¦" Evie trailed out on the understanding of your detailed location that they were currently in. Her arms were definitely wound around his the neck and throat and her uncovered chest muscles was rubbing against his rock and roll-solid muscles. His eyeballs have been smoldering through his wide damp lashes and Evie could not guide but capture her air. That gaze of his was messing up her head and hypnotizing her yet just as before. Even though she has came across this captivating gaze of her spouse more than a very few times, she was nevertheless reacting with it as if it was her first-time. The magnetic bring and seduction from it was truly amazement electrifying. "Oh!" Evie permit out an adorable little squeak at the invasion that filled up and extended her absolutely. "W-waitâ€¦ Gav. You're not considering doingâ€¦ that in right here, are you presently?" Evie required, biting her lip as she searched down at him. "I have done that because you've forgotten about my existence, my like." His sound was mild, relaxing and had that high quality of attempting to cajole her stung feelings. "You would like it too ideal, love? Let me know Evieâ€¦ inform me you need me within you nowâ€¦ hereâ€¦" he coaxed and in a short time Evie nodded, "Indeed, without a doubt Gavrielâ€¦ I want youâ€¦ remember to give it to meâ€¦now," she pleaded. Her hands and wrists gripping his head of hair. She could not think instantly ever again but to are in agreement with something he expected of her. The sensations which are stimulated in her human body now was several due to tepid water which had been surrounding themâ€¦ nonetheless it wasâ€¦ it noticed incredibly very good. And before she realized it her physique was going without treatment, rubbing herself against his challenging measurements incessantly as if she too was hopelessly ravenous for him. Oh yeah my, what was going on to her? That which was he accomplishing to her? Simply, Gavriel removed Evie, making her gentle entry ways on the suggestion of his raging manhood. Without warning, then he slid her down his measurements. 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She warned him and after that proceeded to transform aside and pouted her lip area once their fun washed out, "You experienced really given me a frighten." Evie's tone of voice was very soft as she put in around the later affirmation. Gavriel believed he possessed really frightened her and looked for to appease her emotions. "I did that because you've forgotten about my existence, my love." His voice was mild, relaxing along with that quality of attempting to cajole her stung sentiments.

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journey into addiction

this might be a bit of a triggering one even for me

im coming to terms with alot of shit tbh and one thing most therapists like you to talk about is your childhood. dint get me wrong im pretty sure i had a good childhood. my parents spit up when i was 7 but that was the only "bad" thing that happened in my childhood and honestly it wasnt bad, they split up because theyre lives were going in different directions which is weird considering they had two kids but they had been together since they were 17 so i kinda get it. but im currently being treated for bipolor or bpd (they are commenly confused) and both hold strong to childhood trauma. you do not need to have childhood trauma to develop these its just more common. thinking about it i dont know much from my childhood. and childhood being a very big term as i have to think from the ages of 2-16 and im only 17 but my brain has block alot of shit out and sometimes i feel sad and i cant even remember why cause my brain has just decided to not let me know what flashbacks im having. im awear im having flashbacks to possibly somwthing traumatic but i dont even know what but it stunns me for a while to say the least.

anyway i was doing a deepdive on myself which, inherently dangerous, did bring back a memory. self harm. theres a trend circulating on tiktok at the moment where people reveal stupid shit theyb did and tell theyre youngerselves that its not worth it and many that come up to me are self harm related. i had a think back to when i first started to injure myself and i remeber 11yo me taking a compass to my arm. even then i felt pathetic because i was too nervous about an actual blade but it made decent marks that healed in a matter of days and that continued on for a while. but what pushed me to do that? i mean it couldve been the media i was exposed to alot of that kinda stuff peak 2016 tumblr tbh or maybe i wanted something phisical to externalize what i felt on the inside. i mean i wont sugar coat it, i saw people with marks and thought i should have marks too since im also stuggling with my mental health. not the smartest idea but thats how i made the pain physical. anyways i didnt get found out until i was 14, nothing really had changed but i was using a badge now that had a bend in it leaving the needle more exposed and sharp. mother had taken that away from me pretty quick but continued to not understand and took the classic approach that i just was attention seeking and then proceeded to give me no attention. shes alot better now at understanding. but its an addiction and i contuned up until maybe three weeks ago, my boyfriend saw some fresh ones and genuinly hugged me and gave me something that i needed to hear. i cant promise that i wont relapse and i didnt, but i promised to communicate and thats more impostant as its better than thinking im stopping cold turkey.

this wasnt really my point.

back into early childhood, primary school days, i had extreme anxiety. this is one of the only things i can remember. i remeber when kids were running and having fun i was worried about getting sunburn, or falling or genrally getting into trouble. its honestly concerning that nobody picked up how horrifically anxiety ridden i was as a child but i was just labled as one of those kids. a distinct memory i had was barely getting told off by my mum for something and refusing to eat for the rest of the day while i was in my room uncontrollably sobbing and hitting myself with the heaviest book in there. i was five. she probably thought i was throwing a strop but i remeber beating myself u til everything stung and i was exhausted. i didnt really get told off as a child and i think that was probably the only time but i would always feel so guild ridden that when i did make a mistake, when when told it was fine, i would continue to deny myself food and beat myself until i was a mess of tears and bruises. this is genuinly going on five to six year old me. its no wonder really how i developed an eating disorder thinking about it. but my violent tendencies started at five years old and have developed into more violence and years of trauma that i caused myself. no one really teaches kids how to handle there emotions, probably because they dont usually handle them like i did but someone should probably teach kids this shit before they destroy theyre little bodies

so yeah self harm is a tought action nailed down by addiction and the weird happy feeling after. i dont really want to explain that one. on a more postive note i wrote this out to stop myself from heing violent towards myself and i think the urge has passed now :)

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“That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen!”

“Excuse you, Prongs, it's artistry, not that you'd know,”

Holding it up with the proudest expression on his face, Sirius revealed the jumper he’d been working on. It was a frankly alarming shade of red, with green Christmas trees scattered at random. The sleeves and collars were a bright shade of green- the same as the Christmas trees.

James thought it was hideous.

Sirius thought it was the greatest jumper in all of history.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind wearing this artistry down to lunch then, would you, Pads?”

“As a matter of fact,” said Sirius, looking James directly in the eye with a smug grin, as he pulled the jumper over his neck. “I think I will.”

The bright red and green clashed heavily with the faded eyeliner that rimmed his eyes and messy black hair, but Sirius’s ear to ear grin was more than contagious enough to distract.

“Hey Pads? Do you still have-” started Remus from the staircase, voice abruptly stopping the second he spotted Sirius. “What the fuck has Prongs done this time?”

“Why Moony, how could you say such a thing about my newest piece of fashion? It’s simply-” he flipped his hair exaggeratedly, before continuing, “fabulous!”

“An effort was made,” deadpanned Remus.

“And you could do better?”

“Why Padfoot,” imitated Remus in a very close voice. “Of course I could!”

“Go on then,” challenged Sirius. “I dare you.”

“What do I get in return?”

“Hmmm... I’ll buy your chocolate stash for a month! Oh, and wear it for the next week straight!”

Remus’s avid smile was more than enough answer.

~~~

“So would you prefer a Christmas jumper, or a normal one?”

Looking up from his textbook, Sirius turned to meet Remus’s eyes. “What d’you mean?”

“The jumper I’m making. For the bet?”

“Oh. Oh, Moony, there’s no need. I’ll always buy your chocolate stash for a month, you don’t need to do all that.”

“But I want to. So tell me, Christmas or-”

“Could you two gentlemen please pay attention? Or do you have better things to talk about? In which case, I invite you two to share it with the entire class.”

Professor McGonagall seemed very irate, and Sirius’s hand jerked away in surprise from where it’d been holding Remus’s under the table.

About to mutter a “sorry professor,” Remus got interrupted by Sirius saying loudly “Oh professor, nothing could be better than your classes, I mean, transfiguration is my favourite subject for a reason, and it definitely isn’t all the homework.”

“As flattering as that was, we both know that wasn’t true, Sirius, so if you could kindly pay attention, that would be lovely.”

Turning back to the board, McGonagall continued whatever she was focusing on. But Remus felt a note put in his hand as Sirius held it below the table.

Opening it up, it said in Sirius’s familiar scrawl “christmas will do just fine, but you won’t be able to beat the sheer beauty mine radiates.”

Grinning, Remus silently waited ‘til he could get his hands on some wool.

~~~

If the feast two days before Christmas was so magnificent, there were high expectations for when the festival actually arrived. With turkey and rich gravy, heaps of mashed potatoes and way too much dessert, everyone lingered in the great hall much longer than usual. Everyone except Remus.

“Why are you heading up so early?” Asked Sirius in complete and utter surprise when Remus mentioned it. “Have you seen the feast today? They even have chocolate fudge!”

“I know,” said Remus, looking torn between the table and the door. “But I have other things to do.”

“More important than this?”

“Sadly.”

“Finee,” drawled James, dragging the word out. “We’ll save you some fudge!”

“I owe you!”

As Remus climbed up the stairs, he brushed back a strand of hair and mentally made a note of the designs he could weave into the jumper. Grabbing the red wool from his drawer, he slumped down onto the bed to start.

Intertwining the wool between the needles, Remus’s head buzzed with ideas to make this jumper better than the others. Maybe he lost track of time, because before he knew it, James and Sirius’s telltale steps and sleepy chatter became louder as they headed to the dorm.

“-but the best thing about him has to be his beard. Imagine how much he’d have to comb it!”

“His clothes are much better, Prongs, haven’t you seen the way he matches his hats to his robes?”

“But it wouldn’t look the same without the beard would it?”

“You know, you may have a point-”

“I don’t know, maybe the greatest part of Dumbledore- the greatest wizard, well, ever- is his magic?” Added Peter dryly.

“Not really,” hummed Sirius at the same time James went “Nah.”

“Moony! What do you-”

“I have to agree with James,” started Remus, exchanging a grin with him. “His beard is simply iconic.”

“See! Moony agrees!”

“But you said you liked his hat better! Remember? When we were late to transfiguration?” Asked Sirius accusatorily, swinging his arms about lazily.

“I did?”

Remus looked confused- the type that wasn’t fake.

“Agree to disagree? I’m too sleepy to argue anym-” James trailed off into a yawn, caught by the rest of them.

“Just this once, Prongs,” mumbled Sirius trying not to yawn again.

As the three of them turned away, Remus reached below his pillow for the half finished jumper, and picked up his wand before muttering spells.

It was a simple charm he was trying to do, and shouldn’t have taken as long as it did. But with no way to test it himself, Remus was left hoping it would work the next day.

~~~

Rubbing his eyes, Remus woke up feeling a bit groggy, before he remembered the jumper he was ready to give. Waving his wand, he watched as the jumper wrapped itself in red wrapping paper and neatly finished off with a gold ribbon.

Climbing softly into Sirius’s bed, he gently brushed a strand of hair away from Sirius’s face. “Pads?”

Stirring slightly, Sirius mumbled something incoherent before snuggling into Remus’s chest, making him smile.

“Pads, I’ve got something for you.”

“Too early,” mumbled Sirius, burying his head deeper into Remus’s chest and pulling closer.

“It’s only-” Remus checked his watch. “Eight in the morning!”

“And that’s too early to watch Prongs practice quidditch, huh?”

“Well,” started Remus, trying to come up with something. “Just- wake up!”

“Mkay, okay, I’m waking up,” yawned Sirius, slowly opening his eyes and pushing himself up. His eyes were still barely open, as he pushed the hair out of his face. “What is it?”

“Remember when you dared me to make a jumper?”

“You actually did it?” Asked Sirius, grinning and suddenly a bit more awake.

Passing over the box, Remus grinned almost shyly. “Consider it an early Christmas gift. Seeing that you will be wearing it for the next week straight.”

Sirius’s eyes widened. “I said that?”

“Yes, you did,” said Remus, his grin growing wider.

“I did, didn’t I? Well,” said Sirius, a bit brighter, all the sleepiness gone from his voice. “Let’s see if you live up to your word.”

Messily unwrapping the ribbon, Sirius bit his lip in anticipation and tore the wrapping paper.

Holding it up, the widest, most earnest smile spread across Sirius’s lips. Beautifully detailed snowflakes were charmed to slowly flutter in a non existent breeze, over a red background, confined by horizontal stripes. Another layer of stripes had reindeers that seemed to be following each other in pounce, and Sirius chuckled softly when he noticed.

“Thank you- I- this... really is amazing, Moons, where’d you learn it?”

“You haven’t seen the best part yet,” said Remus, with anticipation. “Put it on.”

Pulling his shirt over his head, Sirius shrugged into the jumper. It seemed to fit absolutely perfectly, the sleeves falling barely an inch over his wrists.

“Now transform into Padfoot,” said Remus, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“What?”

“Turn into Padfoot,” repeated Remus with a grin.

Looking wary, Sirius transformed and was replaced with Padfoot- only, he was still wearing the same Christmas jumper, simply adjusted. When realisation hit him, Sirius transformed back with the biggest grin on his face looking impressed.

“You- you actually did that? How?”

“Magic.”

Sirius rolled his eyes but his smile was more than happy. “I'd wear this for much more than one week straight.”

“Would you buy my chocolate for more than a month?”

“Of course,” chuckled Sirius, moving in for a gentle kiss and bringing a hand through Remus’s hair. “Merry Christmas in advance- it’s tomorrow,” he whispered excitedly.

“It is, and it’s going to be awesome.”

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