#and apparently he's been checking it today???? without telling me????? but telling my dad who's abroad and can't call from there

[flawiette]

His life

Pairing: Eddie munson x y/n

Summary: when life gets hard, eddie knows who will have his back

Warnings: mention of killing in horror movie, mention of past abuse

“What the fuck!” You screamed looking at the tv in front of you.

“Language darling…”

“I’m sorry Wayne but come over here!”

“That crap of a movie has been on for 30 minutes and nothing happened, it can resist without me for a second…”

Yours had become a permanent presence at the munson’s trailer, and there wasn’t a day passing by that didn’t prove to you how loved you were in there.

Your whole relationship with Eddie could be read looking at every angle, every corner, every insignificant detail for anyone else who might look, but that meant everything to you.

As an example, looking at the little kitchen table in the living room you could see your’s and Eddie’s first date, who had the both of you soaking wet after running home from a restaurant.

Poor Eddie was mortified and couldn’t stop apologizing while you kept laughing while hugging your body: he had reserved the table for the day prior.

The two of you ended up eating cold sandwiches at that table, still giggling from the accident.

Or looking at the little kitchen ile you could picture your second date.

It wasn’t supposed to happen that way really.

Him, being ever the gentleman, had asked you on a second date swearing he’d “get that right next time”, but you beat him on time, and knocked on the trailer door on a random night with your arms full of pizza dough, flour, tomato sauce and so on, demanding to make pizza together.

The two of you may have eaten the most carbonized pizza ever seen on the planet, but the memories of the two of you playing with flour and smiling like fools enjoying each other's company in such a mundane activity was what really mattered.

That’s how you ended up here, curled up on the munson's couch, which apparently now you had the domain of the left side by the name of “angel’s kingdom” as Eddie named it, watching Friday the 13th with Wayne.

“Oh my god!”

“Y/n darling are you serious? Did you get scared over those silly thin- HOLY SHIT”

“I TOLD YOU SO”

“TAKE THAT MASK OFF!”

“Hate to break it to you but that wouldn’t be good for him” you laughed with tears in your eyes at the sight of Wayne munson, a man whose face and hands showed the signs of someone who not only fought but that had to fight, jumping because he got scared of a crappy horror movie while dropping a whole bowl of freshly made popcorn.

You kept laughing with furor as Wayne kept insulting those on the screen like they could stop being chased around by a guy in a mask who wanted to kill them, turn around, check what happened and apologize to him; and maybe make other popcorn as well.

“How can he enjoy this stuff! I only rented this because he said it was good!”

He had been watching the whole time.

After graduating he wanted to save as much as possible to build a life with you, so he took every damn job he could find, usually ending up overworking himself.

Today had been quite a hard day for Eddie.

He woke up already feeling like the past was weighing on him too much, making him feel miserable just like he did not long ago.

He tried to shake away those voices telling him that “that was going to be all he’d get”, that “he was a good for nothing”, that “you would just abandon him in the end”, because why wouldn’t you? It’s not like he could give you more than just himself.

Those were whispers from the past and he was aware of that, he knew them really well, but the only thing he wanted in the world and had craved for the whole day was to see you.

To keep him company during the ride home, those voices decided to get louder and meaner, louder and mean, louder, and louder, and louder and louder and louder-

Until he saw you.

At your sight everything stopped.

The love of his life looking happy, healthy, beautifully wrapped under a blanket he had been using since he was a child, laughing with his dad.

You were trying to speak but you couldn’t get anything out if not for that sweet sweet melody you were playing.

You got up and went towards Wayne’s direction but saw a ball of hair at your door that had you run to it and open it with that smitten smile of yours.

Your eyes were infused with adoration as they looked at him but were quick to turn into worry after studying his expression.

“Are you okay baby?” you whispered while cradling his face in your soft hands.

“Am now my love” he said as he hid himself in your neck while leaving open mouth, ever so gentle, wet kisses over every inch of skin he could reach while hugging you like his life depended on you, because it did.

He let himself hold onto you for a bit, remembering everything he thought during the day: every mean word full of venom and harm, who had him question everything he had worked so hard for.

He thought about that for a second, then he pulled a bit back and put a strand of fallen hair behind your ear, letting all of those thoughts disappear as the proof of their falsity was in front of him.

“I am okay when I’m with you my love” he said looking at you with so much hope and devotion.

This was his life, not what those people made up about him, not all of those years he had to suffer in silence, to accept the abuse anyone would give him.

No.

His life was in front of him with kind eyes, red cheeks and in his home, your home, right where family belongs.

“Is someone gonna help me clean here or do I have to call a priest to marry the two of you to acknowledge me?”

Hi! I know this is relatively short but I was about to go to sleep and this idea just came to mind and… could I really not write it??? As always tell ma what ya think 🫶🏻

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson comfort #fluff #stranger things fanfic

[carrickbender]

Sunday 7-

I had 2 drs appointments on Friday, one of which was a CT that was supposed to help figure out why I have so much pain in my right testicle(TMI). It saw nothing, so now we get to keep guessing. Boss told me to "take weekend off", but was doing the morning orders/teams call every day between 5-7, trying to fix stuff and do reconciliations. Glad they trust me with this, but wanna give a 'high five' to my imposter syndrome telling me im gonna get fired any day.

- had to take Henry to urgent care on Saturday, and it turns out he has the start of pneumonia. Wanna give a big shout out to the ARNP who told me she really thought he should just 'ride it out' after 10 days of awful coughing and that their kids 'were still in it after a month'. Yeah, the PA said there was no way he wasn't leaving without antibiotics. Made me feel like an asshole parent... he's on day 2, and already more of himself.

- I went back up there today for me, and I have pretty severe bronchitis. He put me on a different antibiotic, more steroids, refilled my inhaler, and actually listened to me. I mean, I appreciated his care and actual concern. Fun situation: while I was there, a tree fell across the powerlines and tripped off most of town, so they had to go to back-up generators. There was a hall full of people, in a brown out, that the staff were managing like pros. Seriously, we are lucky to have that place.

-after today, I have 4 payments left on my car. 4. I think we will wait till June, and then it's 4 door vehicle time. The lunabug is getting taller, and we want to go see my dad/stepmom in Eastern Wa in something that has space. Everybody and their dog has sent me one of those damn, "interested in a new car loan? It's OK to check your rate, and won't hurt your credit" messages and as soon as my credit union chimes in, I'm sure we'll have something to talk about.

- speaking of something to not talk about, I learned a new term and joined a subredit today called 'dead bedrooms', and yeah, checks out completely. I don't have a therapist yet, so it's not a bad sorce of info or me trying to figure out what I have messed up(apparently, yet again).

- so I had to stop at Walmart(yay for small business destruction by a corporate giant!) for meds/a few groceries and this dingus in an f250 with a WA st license plate celebrating wrestling decided he needed to back into a compact space that was in front of me. He almost hit the first car on the way in(who had to stop and back up), but then he literally backed his 'not a farm truck but a penis extension' into the compact space in front of me, and thanks to me backing up knowing he would have been sticking out if I didn't, he took 3 feet of my spot and his hitch was literally 4 inches from hitting my car. In my space. And that entitled piece of shit didn't even look to see how close he was, he just walked away like he was the king of backing up. Look, I have no problem with wrestlers, but the only one who matters in my life is John Irving, and I think he would have been sensitive enough not to be a shit bird like that! (Part 1 of 2 rant)

- I wanted to share a thought or 2 about something I've seen going about on here for a little bit, because I think i need to say avfew things:

I love that I have so many people I follow here who take stances for the poor, marginalized, POC, and other underrepresented communities-not just in a perfunctory way of saying 'I support you'; but quite a few of you are actually involved in helping bring about change and strengthening communities by being unselfish hands that help heal hearts- you inspire me to be a better person, really. As a person of faith, I see you doing the work that many faith leaders of old spoke of when they talked of when they said, "serve as you have been served, and love as you have been loved"- and seeing that faith in action, it has made me read more about liberation theology and revisit the works of the Rt Rev Bishop Desmond Tutu, Dietrich Bonhoffer, and Dr Martin Luther King jr(and of the later, 'Why I oppose the war in Vietnam' is just as relevant now as it was then). I thank you all for this inspiration and work.

But what I have really come to realize about myself is that I am a person of privilege. I am a white CISmale, straight, accessed a good education at a young age, had a huge extended family that helped raise me when my mom had me at 17, have never had to worry about my gender causing me to be looked at differently, have a good job(for now), have access to clean water, don't live in a food desert, and save for the fact that I understood discrimination at a very young age thanks to my last name, I know that I have lived a mostly privileged life.

But there is one privilege I will never take for granted, and that's voting. And yes, I don't always vote my conscience because at heart, I am a democratic Socialist. But I always vote in my local and state house election because it is in places like your local school board or your city council where you can stop the spread of groups like 'Moms for Liberty' or any of the other neo-fascist organizations that seek to change education or change for the worse how cities deal with their population experiencing homelessness. If I stay home from these elections, I feel like I'm spitting on my great grandmother's grave(whose name I found on the voting roll of the first year that women could vote in Basin, Montana). I feel like I'm not being a good parent or a community member for sticking up for my sons right(or other kids rights) to read books in the school library that have a rainbow(let alone letting kids see representation for non-traditional families that are just the same as everybody else!). So please, if you're feeling crappy about the election, this right here is the biggest way to affect change if you don't know where to start or affirm.there is something you can do to really make a difference. Don't see enough representation of POC on your city council, especially in multi-ethnic communities? Hear a trans voice that would make for a great representative for all people? Fill in those boxes, act locally, and get those folks elected! It works if you work it!

I hear a lot of voices talking about Joe Biden these days, and I feel numb and angry about a lot of things that have been done in our names too: I hate HATE what is happening in Gaza(PBUT); I hate our support of Saudi Arabia and the proxy war in Yemen; Our jaunts in Zaire and Jordan; I hate that we are no closer to universal Healthcare, but I understand that that road and others lead through a Republican congress. I love that child poverty is declining, but programmes that were designed to make this a reality are sunsetting. We have a barbaric and truly archaic policy on immigration, and every time(that's not hyperbole, either), every goddamn time a good bill has been proposed to deal with the issue, the bill has been met by the xenophobic forces on the right and their deep pockets fueling the media and it is destroyed out of fear. And let's not forget student debt forgiveness, the continued dismantling of public education by states like Texas and Florida, Our goal of dismantling of the prison industrial complex, the protection of reproductive healthcare, and the dire need for nationwide police reform.

Yes, our laundry list is long, but it is full of necessary things that need to change or be codified in order for a great change to happen for generations and the continuatonof this great experiment called the U.S.A.

And for all of this and more, I ask: where are the leaders of our generation on this? Where are the ghosts of John Lewis, of Paul Wellstone, and of Shirley Chisholm? Thankfully, our leaders and the ghostsbof their forebearers are there- they are doing their best, and thankfully we(those of us on the progressive side) are represented by POC women who will go to the mat for these issues and more, being inspired by those who came before them. But the more that I think about it, it's time that we offer an ultimatum: we'll give you our voting block, Joe. We'll help bring along the majority of the 9 million new voters who are coming of age this year, so you will have a supermajority with which you can put forth truly transformative legislation. Sure, you'll get us- for now. But if it's businesses as usual, if we are not knocking over the tables of the money changers, and if we are not investing more in programmes of social uplift than we are for the military industrial complex, then we strike. Not in 2028, as one of my absolute favourite people on here suggest, but in 2026, in early summer. Because it is people like me, those of us who have know privilege and continue to know it, who are finally waking up to the truth that we need to do the work. We need to do the heavy lifting. I'm willing to make that offer, and I hope I'm not alone, because there either needs to be a change in the way our political system operates, or we walk away and start our own political entity. I hope I'm not alone in the way I feel, and I hope that we can all make the proposition. We have the leaders, we have the people, now it's about courage. It's time.

But for today, if you can pull the lever for democrats nationally, I totally get it. But consider what I said about voting locally, and in local races and elect people who represent your values. It matters.

- ok, rant over: if you made it this far, know that I love you all and I hope this week brings good things for you. Remember what Pete Seeger always said: "Take it easy, but take it". Much love yall!

#me #this is my life #exhausted #singer songwriter #henry adam #washington state #in repair #democratic socialism #radical feminist safe #POC safe #we are one in the spirit of reform #time to dream it up again #Spotify

[aquagirl1978]

Ahoy Aqua! I'm still thinking about that Gilbert and Son fic you wrote the other day and I was wondering if I could request wholesome family headcanons about having a water gun fight with Gilbert and your child as well as Chevalier and your child?

Oh, you mean the fic I posted like over a month ago - oh wait, you mean like a year ago? Sorry I'm so slow with requests 😂 You'll have to forgive me for tweeking your prompt. When I saw those cute lil cyberpunk chibis, and saw Gil with his giant bazooka I was reminded of this request that remained unanswered. A/N: You, as the reader, are alive and well but not present in this paint gun battle. It will become obvious why you are not there as you read along - think of this as a "choose your suitor" story. Disclaimer: I took some liberties in writing this - most notably with their choice of clothing and gameplay. Please do not play paintball without the proper gear and always follow the rules.

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - WHOLESOME FAMILY PAINT GUN BATTLES (GILBERT, CHEVALIER)

Arrival at the Arena

The members of the von Obsidian family were frequent visitors at the paintball arena.

Today's outing was led by Gilbert, the proud papa, who was joined by his four children.

They arrived dressed for the occasion - head-to-toe black and red. The two eldest children dragged in what appeared to be a small armory - enough guns for each of them to have at least three and enough ammo to last all afternoon.

Gilbert was busy checking each gun before handing it off to a child as another family entered the space.

Chevalier Michel had never stepped foot into such a place before in his life. It was dark and dingy, and had his teenage son not begged him to come to this place, Chevalier would have been home, reading in his library.

He scowled as his son led him to the long counter - apparently this was where one obtained the equipment necessary to participate.

"Do you want to rent or purchase?" the clerk asked.

"Rent," Chevalier grumbled. There was no need to purchase something he would have no use for after today.

"Hey, Dad, do you know that man over there? He's waving at you."

His ice blue eyes glanced up, a loud sigh escaping his lips before closing his eyes momentarily.

Gilbert wasted no time approaching Chevalier when he ignored his wave. "Fancy seeing you here," Gilbert said with a smile. "Didn't anyone tell you not to wear white here?" he asked, poking Chevalier in the chest with his long finger.

Chevalier roughly brushed Gilbert's hand away. "Didn't anyone tell you to fix your jacket?" he asked, his eyes flickering to the jacket falling from Gilbert's frame, exposing his pale shoulders.

"My wife likes it this way," Gilbert replied, still smiling. "Since you're here, we should play against each other."

Let the Games Begin!

"You're a bit short there..." Gilbert apprised as his single eye flicked between Chevalier and son and his army of four.

"Oh, I know...you can borrow a few of mine." He tapped two of his sons and motioned for them to join Chevalier.

"That wasn't necessary," Chevalier said, frowning at the two mini-Gilberts now standing by his side. "And I out-number you now," he added with a raised brow.

"I know," Gilbert replied with a smile as sharp as a knife.

What did I get myself into? Chevalier felt a sharp sting in his stomach, reminiscent of the pains one might experience when Clavis was nearby. This will not end well.

Chevalier led his team to their designated hideout. He watched in awe as Gilbert's two sons unpacked enough paintball guns to equip a small army.

"Here, take this. It's better than any of the stuff they rent here."

Chevalier tossed his rental gun to the side; the one the mini-Gilbert handed him was a far superior model. Large, yet light in his hands, he nodded approvingly as they handed a similar styled gun to his son.

"You've never played before, have you?" one of the mini-Gilberts asked Chevalier, eyeing his white jacket.

"Just show me how to load this thing," Chevalier replied gruffly, grabbing a handful of paintballs.

After a brief rundown of how to operate the equipment and how to play, the team was ready to split up and start the battle.

"Papa likes to hide," one of the mini-Gilberts warned before the team split up.

Chevalier nodded as he directed the others which way to head.

He crept along his path, his gun at the ready, expecting the worst from Gilbert.

But it was quiet. Too quiet. So quiet, Chevalier found himself growing bored with this game.

He was about ready to drop his gun to his side when out of nowhere came a small figure screaming loudly.

"What the -" Chevalier shouted, shooting the child straight in the chest.

"You got me...." Gilbert's daughter clutched her heart as he body crumped to the ground.

"Dramatic. Just like your father," he said as he stood over her prone body.

One down, two to go.

"What happened to you?" Chevalier asked when he ran into one of the mini-Gilberts from his team.

"My brother....he's down that way. You might be able to sneak up on him."

Chevalier nodded silently and followed down the path until he found his target.

He hid behind cover as he watched and waited for the perfect moment.

When the moment was right, in the darkness of shadows, Chevalier stalked his prey, his gun at the ready.

When the mini-Gilbert's back was turned, Chevalier slipped from the shadows and aimed his gun.

Splat! Bright yellow mixed with black and red, a bright sun in the center of darkness.

"Ah, crap," the mini-Gilbert muttered as his hand reached around his back, his dark glove touching the yellow splatters of paint.

Two down, one to go.

It didn't take long for Chevalier to find the Final Boss; he simply went to where he would have hid.

When he heard Gilbert's familiar laughter, he knew he was in the right spot.

When he turned the final corner, Chevalier couldn't believe his eyes.

"What the bloody hell?!"

Gilbert was perched on a pile of wooden crates, his usual grin plastered on his face.

And a rather large bazooka in his hands.

"What are you doing with that thing?" Chevalier asked, telling himself that he was in no way, shape or form jealous of the weapon in Gilbert's hand.

"No one's ever actually found me during one of these paintball battles, so I've never actually used it. So sad, isn't it?"

Chevalier watched the strange, little man with curiosity as Gilbert stroked the weapon as if it were his pet.

"Do you know what you're doing with that thing?" Chevalier asked.

"Of course I do!" Gilbert exclaimed, offended to be asked such a question. "I built this myself, I -"

BOOM!

All of a sudden, the ground began to shake as the air filled with a giant cloud of acrid smoke. Chevalier covered his mouth with his forearm, his head still ringing, confused as to what exactly happened.

"Oops," Gilbert choked out in between coughs.

The Aftermath

"This was fun, we have to do it again. How's tomorrow?" Gilbert said with a smile as everyone was packing up their gear.

One of the mini-Gilberts pushed his bangs from his forehead as he let out a low sigh. "No, Papa. We have to wait a week. That's how long it will take the place to repair the damage you caused with your bazooka."

"Oh. How's next week then?" Gilbert asked, his smile sad, but not yet quite a frown.

"Yeah, sure," Chevalier mumbled as he and his son left.

"Dad?" Chevalier's son asked once they were outside. "I thought you and mom were going to that book fair next week?"

"Indeed."

"Then why'd you agree to come play then?"

"I won't be coming; your Uncle Clavis will. He and his army of Lelouchians would enjoy this barbaric game immensely."

#forgive me this is so long #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikemen chevalier #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikemen gilbert #ikepri headcanons #ikemen headcanons #ikepri fanfic #ikemen fanfic #otome #otome games #otome fanfic #otome headcanons

[evita-shelby]

Finn’s mums and dads

Or the 5 times Finn called Eva mom and the one time he called Tommy dad

Gif by @outerbanksxpeakyblinders

“Bye, mum.” Finn said as he rushed out the door after getting his packed lunch from Eva.

She knew Finn had a crush on her, but somehow him thinking her as a mother figure made her apprehensive.

Should she tell Polly about it, or Ada?

No, it would be awkward enough as it is. How do you say ‘Finn called me mom and I am not concerned because now I feel old and responsible, but because I don’t know if that is okay with you, his real family’ without dredging up things that are difficult to speak of already.

Martha Shelby had gotten the baby blues and her idiot husband, the arrest of both Arthurs and not having the money to give Thomas a chance to use his potential in university had driven her to step into the canal.

Or that was what Polly had confided in her, and something Ada doesn’t know she knows.

Yeah, that seems sensible.

Keep your mouth shut and carry on, Evita, the witch tells herself as she goes back to her chores.

“Come here, kid.” Eva crouched a little to get a good look on the blood on Finn’s lip. “Does anything else hurt?”

A fight in class, one boy had called him names and called Ada a slut and Finn responded to those words with his fists.

Polly didn’t know yet, but she would be livid. Not at Finn, but at the boy and his mother who was already on Polly Gray’s black books.

“No. I’m fine, mum.” He said, still sniffling from being blamed for all of it.

“Finn calls me mum all the time, Ada too, he thinks the world of you. I hope you aren’t put off by it, Eva.” The older witch said as Finn played with colored pencils on the dining table.

This time Eva can’t keep quiet, especially when she tells Polly about Finn’s altercation in school.

“No, not at all. I just wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with that, Pol.” The witch said relieved. Some don’t like that; some utterly hate the idea of anyone thinking of other people being seen as a mother figure.

“Are you comfortable with that? With the idea of being a honorary Shelby?”

“I don’t think it is healthy that he calls your mother.” Grace expressed her opinion quite boldly after Finn called her mum as he thanked her for the ice cream she had bought him.

Finn had never seen a museum, and Eva had taken observing the Irish broad like a scientist observing bacteria in a petri dish.

She came here often, met up with a man Eva didn’t know and today, Finn tagged along.

“Mrs. Gray is fine with it, as is Ada Shelby.” Eva said coolly.

Grace was jealous of her friendship with the Shelbys. Apparently, she wasn’t quite sure her boy toy’s no at Uncle Jack’s proposition weeks ago was a real and firm no.

The witch feels guilty for using him as an accessory, but the kid also got to see the museum that Ada expressed a desire to work for until a background check revealed she was a Shelby, a communist and engaged to a Jewish man.

But Eva doesn’t give a shit her subject of interest is jealous of her, that is of no consequence to the retired spy.

What she does give a shit about is a lying rat telling her not to show love to a child.

So she pricks her with her next words.

“Besides, if I do end up becoming Mrs. Thomas Shelby, it will be easier for him to adjust to my presence.”

“Mum!” Finn runs to her, and Eva is relieved when the Billy Boy trying to show off being Kimber’s driver buys into the lie.

In the next second Eva stops being Miss and turns to Mrs even though she would have been eleven or twelve had she been Finn’s mother.

“Oi, you sweet talking my sister-in-law?” Esme lies with ease and a scowl that sells it even to John who is with her.

The driver stutters an apology and returns to the vehicle as the three Shelbys and Eva walk down the street to her grandmother’s house.

Finn comes over every chance he gets, more especially now that he has asked her to help him catch up to the other boys in school.

“That’s Tommy Shelby’s wife you’re speaking to.” John said making it worse.

He's planning to surprise Polly with an acrostic poem written and recited by him on her birthday.

A surprise Thomas knows about because the boy pilfered one of his books on poetry.

Well worn and well loved, and the last thing the witch had expected to know about the gangster she has only spoken to once.

“Your brother won’t think it funny, John.” Eva warned as the newly married widower jokingly called her his long-suffering sister-in-law.

“Let him and blondie fight over it, least we could do to him after what he did to Ada and Freddie.” Esme laughed.

“Happy Mother’s Day.” Finn stands there on her doorstep, with his hair combed and neat, in his Sunday’s best and holding a small but rather adorable bouquet of sunflowers.

“He’s giving all of the women he considers mother figures flowers,” Thomas explains as he stands there at her doorstep and the witch finds herself replaying that strange little fantasy where they are something more than friends.

But she wants him, loves him in the way she loved Antonia.

“They’re beautiful, Finn. I and honored that you consider me one of your mums.” Eva thanked him genuinely and the boy turned beet red and stammered a ‘you’re welcome’.

“There’s a poem too, Tommy helped me write it.” Finn said and Eva’s immediately drawn back to the man she cannot want.

“And who’s the lucky lady getting those?” Eva asked seeing the forget-me-nots Tommy was holding.

And it is because of that that she must refuse his offers of courtship at every turn.

“We saved the best for last; these are for our mother.” There is a pained undertone to his voice, a sweet sadness that is becoming on him.

“Tell her I said hello, then.” She said and sent them on their way.

“I love you, dad.” Finn mumbles in his sleep and clings to Tommy who doesn’t bother hiding the heartbreak those words cause him.

Eva is no stranger to him and the things he hides beneath the surface, and yet this makes him feel as if he’s somehow bare to the bone before her.

This was just supposed to be a drive to the countryside where they’d pick a pony for Finn, just Tommy, Finn and Eva.

It had been a beautiful fantasy, him with a woman he loves on his arm, quietly pretending Finn is theirs doing something any family does.

He should be used to it, Finn liked to make up for the lack of a father by calling those he finds worthy of the title by it.

And then it comes careening down when Finn says those four words after falling asleep on the picnic blanket.

Tommy, Arthur and John were his primary fathers, then Jeremiah, Charlie and Curly and now, Freddie fucking Thorne.

But it had stopped when they had come back and never with something as strong as an ‘I love you.

“I love you too, Finn.”

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #eva x tommy #thomas shelby fanfic #finn shelby

[marin0i]

George Weasley X female Reader 🧡✨

- George and Y/n are in 5th year

- little fluff with some spice~

*Summary*

Y/n and george have been dating for a few months now, after being friends for like 3 years or so..

george always loved y/n, he loved how she looked at him, how she would kiss him so deeply, he loved how she makes him feel comforted and reassured whenever he's not feeling him self, she is hot, smart, lovely, and she was the only person who can make him lose his shit and he loved it..

Today he needed her comfort in more than one way~

This week, after a terrible failure in pranking Professor snape, george and fred got into a circle of troubles and a lot of annoying punishments, and apparently luck wasn't on their side today after getting caught reading through the forbidden books looking for a new inspiration for their next prank, y/n and everyone enjoyed teasing the twins in this unusual day for them...

"hello boys~ i guess being yelled at is not the best way to end the day" y/n said with a small giggle..

"yeah yeah, laugh all you want darling, I'm the one who is being yelled at after all" george said throwing himself next to her on the couch.

"THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER!!" everybody turned as fred yelled through the common room following his twin angrily.

"really?! the forbidden books?? You guys like to get in trouble" lee jordan said mocking them and everyone laughed.

The twins kept rumbling and complaining about their bad luck and everybody continued talking about their day, y/n kept playing gently with george's hand to give him some comfort, eventually he lied down on her lap, relaxing while she played with his hair.

after some small chats, y/n noticed her big baby being weirdly quiet..

"georgie? Are you ok? " Y/n Whispered. george sighed dramatically as an answer.. She looked at his twin with a worried look. "don't worry hun, we skipped dinner and have been punished with alot of work, and we are waiting for our mother to be notified" fred explained with annoyance.

That didn't make her feel reassured but she sat quiet and played with george's hair..

few minutes later, she felt a small muffled sigh.. She whispered softly "george.. What's going on?" he didn't answer.. Y/n tilted her head softly to look at him.

"Let's go to my dorm, the girls will go out tonight and my bed is more comfortable than yours... How do you feel about that?". George -without an answer- stood up facing a way from everyone and started walking. Everybody looked as y/n waved to them goodbye and followed her boyfriend.

When they got a little further away from the rest, y/n stopped him and kissed his hand to get his attention. "george.. Can you tell me what's on your mind?"..

"nothing, i'm just tired" he said while looking away

"you know that i can read your mind?"

He smirked and looked at her "oh? So what am i thinking right now?"

y/n pretended to think " you're hungery~"

" ...wrong"

"nah i'm right, you're just mean.. Ok you think i'm hot" y/n said with a wink.

"wait that's cheating!! i always think you're hot!"

"not my problem~"

"... It was a long day and i couldn't handle the stress plus I'm hungry"

"that's all?" she looked at him, worry written all over her face.

"No, y/n please don’t worry about me! i-it's just that i'm anxious about what our mother will say, fred doesn't care that much but i hate making her angry... and dad, i'm afraid he will be disappointed in us." he averted his eyes.

Y/n hugged him quietly and he relaxed in her arms.. "It’s okay to feel like that, and even if your parents get mad at you, it won't last for long. Everything will be okay georgie, i promise." she looked at him, smile on her face and he felt a little bit lighter.

"i have an idea babe, would you care to listen?". George half-smirking looked at her curiously. "i think there might be leftovers in the kitchen, Shall we go check and charm some elves?"

The boy's face lit up with a smile, the idea of a small adventure, him and her? alone? george was excited~

They snuck into the kitchens and convinced the workers there to let them stay for a while, the two sat down talking and eating. It was like a cute lil date and it changed george's mood a little, but it was enough for her~

Now they're at y/n's dorm, george was nervously standing there while y/n took her books and notes away. It was his first time being alone with y/n in her room without the girls interrupting. She saw him just standing so she pushed the boy lightly to her bed and sat next to him..

He was filled with alot of emotions, he was tired, happy, nervous, and greatful for her,he love her right now even more but doesn't know how to expresses that. It was obvious that he isn't going to be relaxed at all. So she took the matter in her hands..

"look at me love, i know today wasn't the best, so please tell me what can i do to make my boy feel better? " she said while holding his face and looking at him with a gentle smile.

He avoided her gaze shyly and started mumbling about somethings y/n didn't hear so she got on top of him and kissed his lips and said "speak louder honey"..

it feels good kissing george and it never fail to calm him, but there was something else. Y/n could feel george deepening the kiss, chest rising and falling, she could feel the heat..

It was an amazing kiss and she wished for it to last forever but she needed to make sure that he was fine.. she slightly moved away from his mouth, he followed her but she cupped his face "babe, what do you want me to do? I need your confirmation"

"please kiss me love!" george said breathlessly, his eyes on her lips..

She lowered her hands lightly to his jaw, brushing his lips and kissing his ear, whispering, then coming back to kiss him, her movements driving him crazy.

she move to his neck, stops to kiss and lick some sensitive spots, come back up to kiss him while touching his chest and teasing his nipples a little over the fabric. She can feel him shiver and groan in her mouth and she likes it~

George broke the kiss and moaned with a quick "fvck" . Y/n felt her stomach filled with butterflies, happy with her work, she started kissing his neck and muttering about how pretty he looks and how he makes her feel good. George couldn't handle anymore teasing so he stopped her and brought her back up to kiss her more..

When they part again, both were panting heavily. Y/n tried to take off his shirt but he did it himself. And she stopped, looking at her pretty boy like he was a piece of art. Y/n smiled to herself and kissed the corner of his mouth.

y/n felt something against her lower back, she smirked at him and quickly casted a silence spell on the door, then moved in his lap a little. he hugged her to his chest to stop her, and looked into her eyes with a special look..

"are you sure? i don't think i can hold myself back anymore darling" he said out of breath and panting. Y/n smiled and got closer to his lips, whispered gently "yes georgie.. i'm sure" she kissed him softly and slowly.. "i want you to show me how hot and bothered you are, how hard you can make me scream your name" .. she could feel him tremble for a moment, she smirked licking her lips and eyed him.

George watched y/n unbutton her shirt too, he got on top of her and gave her a small kiss before lowering down to her chest, exploring her body and teasing every inch of it.

He stopped at her stomach and looked at her..

"can i pleasure you now?" george said smiling with hungery eyes.

"please..."

She could feel his hands wandering under her skirt, her knee, her upper thigh, she could feel his hands everywhere but the one place she needed..

Feeling the heat inside her and the urging desire to be touched, she lost it "Bloody hell george stop that already!!" she groaned.

"stop what?" said george with a a grin~

"t-teasing me!"...

"hun, i need you to tell me exactly where you want me so i could fuck you up in the best way possible~"" said george with a deep voice.

Y/n now frustrated and the heat taking over her, she removed her skirt and her underwear, with a shy nervous look she opend her legs wider for him to see how wet she is.. "touch me here"

George's pov :

She was hot.. I loved her for how she is, for how she notice my ups and downs, i loved how she knows how to make me smile, and now? She is the most beautiful and sexy thing i've ever seen.. all i want now is to kiss every piece of skin my fingers touch..

i can feel my insides burn with desires, i can't control myself when i reach for her thighs and start biting and sucking oh her sensitive spots, i can hear her moans and it's driving me to the edge, it surprised me when she reached out to get her fingers in my hair. i know what she want but i won't give her that yet.. i know as soon as i enter her insides i will come so fucking quick.. i want to tease her more until she cries my name, it really crazy how with a few touches, she can make me this hot and bothered..

i kiss down her thigh and lick my way down to her pussy. I reach my tongue into her so deep that a gasp escapes from her lips, i want to do it more, her moans are hot.. i want to hear her scream, but i stop and look at her, a smirk forms on my face when i see how she is breathing hard, how red her sheeks are, and the lust and need in her eyes..fuck, she is soo pretty! i want to touch her, i want her real bad, i thought i can play this game but i can't, my dick is throbbing and i want to be inside her so fucking bad!!.

Y/n's pov :

He is mean, here i'm begging for his dick or his tongue, anything that can help to free the knot in my stomach, but he is just looking at me, that smug smile on his face!

I can't handle it, i swaped up with him and i'm on top, the surprise on his face was so obvious it makes me laugh.

"not in control anymore, are we?" i said and moved my hips back and forth, teasing him and satisfying my needs..

I could feel him stiffen and groan quietly.

I don't like that.. I like him loud, so i move faster and harder, now he is trying to touch me, i reach for my wand and hold his hands back on the bed with a spell, then move down to remove his pants. It took me off guard how hard he was! i smirked and looked at him as I took off his underwear.

He has this worried look on his face and i'm excited, i give his dick a long sloppy wet lick then suck a little on the top, my hand massaging his balls. He shivers and shift in the bed but can't do anything.

i'm enjoying the power~

When he start to moan louder and move more i leave him and sit on top of him again, i can hear the disappointment in his voice but i won't give him what he wants.

"how are you feeling love?~"

"Y/n please!"

"nop, you've been naughty george ~" i start moving again slowly against his cock but not in the way he want, just to tease him~

"Please! I won't do that again i swear!!"

I like that "hmm, but i want to punsh you" i say with a fake sad voice..

"Just touch me already! I beg you"

i get down until i'm next to his ear " believe me honey, i want you inside me so bad, but i want to tease you till you cry for your release, i love hearing you moan babe" i kiss his lips deeply and moan into his mouth.

When we part i could see how tense he is, i would love to sit on his dick and fuck him till he pass out but i need more.

I reach for his dick and start popping my head up and down. He was moving his hips with me, working for his release but i stop.. He was confused so i say "don’t moved" with a hard stare.

"that's impossible!!"

"you better do it if you want to come today~"

"you are mea-Ah!!" I licked his dick up and down before putting him inside again but this time so deep that i gag.

Poor georgie was moaning so loud and calling my name, i could tell he was using every cell in his body to stop himself from moving and it's killing him.

Now i was in need of him more than i was before so i stopped and quickly hopped up on him.. I didn't give the poor thing time to process what happened when i put him in me and sat down slowly, moaning at the sudden feeling.

He rolled his eyes and yelled a stray of words like "fuck" and "Bloody hell", That made butterflies form in my stomach again, i love this!

George's pov :

THIS IS A LOT!! She starts to move again and i feel like i'm in heaven.. i want to come so bad, i want to dig my fingers in her waist but i can't, i want to fuck her and ruin her insides, but she told me not to move!!

"can i move? please!" she didn't respond..

"y/n!! I can't handle it anymore, I WANT TO FUCK YOU!"

"shit!!"

I see her take her wand, freeing me then throw it on the table again, i can't hold myself any longer. i hold her and change our position to a more comfortable one, then start fucking her.

I can't think stright! Everytime I go so deep inside hear her moan even louder.. Her mouth looks so delicious, i kiss her and go so fast that i can hear our skin slapping together. Everything about her is driving me even crazy!!

She is so loud, i can feel her release coming closer so i work to our ends with more sloppy kisses and hits.

We came at the same time, everything went white and all the sounds went silence, it was a heavenly feeling. i lost all of my strength and threw myself on top of her, panting heavily as she did the same.

I kiss her small kisses and pull out, we laid there together, catching our breath and holding eachother.

she smiled "that was amazing george, thank you" i smiled back, i felt happy.

"You too babe, you did great~"

She snuggled closer and kissed my cheek.

"can you play with my hair?"

She smiled and hugged me while playing with my hair.

..END..

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[leiawritesstories]

Here's a prompt

Rowan as a stay home dad or just getting out of his job and going to pick up their children from school and all the teachers and mothers drooling after him

Thx💚

i mean, Rowan is canonically a dilf, right? ;) 

word count: 1,558

warnings: 

enjoy!!

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Every afternoon when he drove over to the elementary school to pick up his kids, Rowan wished to all things holy that his car had all tinted windows, because gods above, the staring was going to be the death of him. It was all he could do to climb out of the car and walk over towards the playground to collect his children without dearly wanting to crawl into the blacktop pavement and die from embarrassment. 

Children everywhere, and still the parents and even the teachers had eyes for nothing but him. 

But he had to go and physically check out his kids, because they were all too young to check themselves out and go to their dad’s car. They had to be in fourth grade or above to do that, or have an older sibling in fourth grade or above, and his oldest was still only in third grade. 

Today, it was like the usual “sneaky” glances had been amplified by a thousand as he strode across the blacktop to where his daughter’s class was waiting in their line. He swore there was even a muffled wolf whistle that followed him as he passed a certain cluster of moms, all of them in their twenties, all of them blatantly sweeping their false-lashed gazes up and down his form. 

“Afternoon, Mr. Whitethorn.” one of the bolder moms simpered, smirking flirtatiously at him. 

Rowan grunted something that sounded vaguely like a hello. 

“Guess he doesn’t speak much,” the mom murmured to her friends, just loud enough for him to hear. 

“That one doesn’t need to speak,” smirked another mom. “One word and I’d do anything he tells me, oh yes I would.” 

“And you’d do it with a ‘yes, sir,’ wouldn’t you?” the first mom snickered. 

The cluster of mamas broke into giggles and snorts. Rowan locked his jaw and kept going, imagining all the things his brilliant accountant wife would have to say to the moms if and when she ever came to pick up her kids. God, he wished Aelin were here, wished he could watch her grin her vicious grin as she no doubt retorted with something that would leave the smirking moms in complete and utter shock as well as leave him with a mighty blush. 

“Dad!” His oldest daughter’s voice broke through his thoughts as she waved to him from her class line. 

“Hey, Lana.” Rowan closed the distance between her and where he’d been standing, nodding casually at her teacher. 

Who blushed like a schoolgirl as she checked Lana’s name off on her list. 

“Have a lovely day, Mr. Whitethorn!” the young woman crooned, blushing up to her ears. 

Hell, Rowan groaned internally, the teachers too?! 

Lana was apparently oblivious, tugging on his hand. “C’mon, Dad! We gotta go pick Bran up!” 

“I haven’t forgotten, Lana,” he chuckled, allowing his eight-year-old to pull him in the direction of Brannon’s first-grade class. “Hey, buddy!” 

“Dada!” Bran yelled, running to his father as fast as his six-year-old legs could carry him, rules of checking out be damned. “Wanna see my new band-aid?” 

“Slow down there, B,” Rowan laughed, nodding to his son’s teacher. The older woman nodded back, checking off Bran’s name on her clipboard. 

“Don’t let that one near the slides for a few days,” she called, winking at Bran. Rowan had been a fan of the teacher the minute he and Aelin met her on their son’s first day, the woman’s obvious love for teaching and affection for the kids she taught evident in the way she structured her class and treated no child any differently than the others. 

“Noted,” Rowan grinned, huffing a soft laugh. “Bud, you been going down the slide on your tummy again?” 

“Nooooooo.” Bran widened his eyes into the portrait of innocence. 

Kid got that one from his mother, he did. 

“You have to be careful, Bran,” Rowan reminded the boy, ruffling his hair. “Show me the band-aid when we get home, yeah?” 

“It’s Batman!” Bran crowed, beaming like it was an achievement. 

Lana snorted. “It’s still ’cause you got hurt.” She tugged on Rowan’s hand again, pulling him towards the parking lot. “You’re so slow, Dad!” she complained. “We still gotta get Emmy from daycare.” 

“Like we do every day,” Rowan added, clicking the button to unlock the car so his kids could clamber into their seats. With some pushing and shoving, as the little one always did. 

Some ten minutes later, they pulled up to the daycare building and all piled out, the kids running ahead of Rowan to push the automatic door button. They were obsessed with automatic doors lately, taking every chance to go through a sliding door at a store and press all the buttons whenever they saw one. 

Rowan ducked his head into the door of Emmy’s room, his youngest daughter spotting him immediately and sprinting to him with all the speed her three-year-old self could muster. “Dada Dada!” 

“Hi, baby!” Rowan beamed, swooping her up into his arms. “You have a good day?” 

“Lot better now that he’s here,” one of the teachers whispered from her seat by the door. 

The other one snickered. “Who needs Tinder when you’ve got eyes on a real life catfish?” 

For the umpteenth time since going to pick up his kids, Rowan felt his face start to burn. Even the daycare teachers couldn’t let a day go by without commenting on his appearance. And they were young, younger than the teachers at the elementary school, so it really was like avoiding teenagers. 

“Thanks,” he threw over his shoulder as he herded his children out to the car. 

“Dada I paint!” Emmy declared, thrusting a paper in his face. 

He laughed, buckling her into her carseat. “Hold it a little farther away, sweetheart. Dada can’t tell what pretty picture you made if it’s so close to my eyeballs.” 

Emmy giggled. “Is puppy!” 

“It’s beautiful, baby.” 

The puppy was extremely...colorful. Yes. Colorful. 

And yes, he’d be hanging it up on the fridge when they got home. One simply did not put his children’s artwork anywhere else. 

Twenty minutes later, they were piling out of the car and racing inside, the older ones shoving each other aside to claim the prize of pounding up the stairs like any herd of elephants while Emmy squirmed and wriggled in Rowan’s arms, demanding a snack. He just kissed her blonde head and let her run around the living room with her siblings while he got some snacks out. 

The snacks, of course, were gone in under ten minutes. Because his children had inherited Aelin’s eating habits along with her irresistible puppy eyes. 

And then the Whitethorn kids made their way out to the backyard, running and yelling and expending all the energy they suddenly had. Rowan watched them fondly through the kitchen window as he prepared dinner, only having to duck outside once when Lana tripped over something and all three kids somehow ended up in a pile of arms and legs and disgruntled squawking on the grass. 

Aelin’s car pulled into the driveway just as he’d called all of them in to wash up for dinner, which was forgotten as soon as their mother walked into the house. 

“Mama!” Emmy screeched, throwing herself at Aelin, her little arms wrapped tightly around her legs. 

“Hi, lovey,” Aelin laughed, winking at Rowan as she stooped down to hug her baby. “What did you paint today?” 

“Puppy!” Emmy proudly showed Aelin the newest fridge decoration. 

“I got a Batman band-aid!” Bran declared proudly, displaying his scraped knee and the Batman bandage atop it. 

Aelin pressed her lips together to squash down her mirth. “What have we discussed about you coming home wearing more band-aids, Brannon?” 

“It was an accident!” he protested. “And I’m fine, Mama!” 

“Bet you are,” she snickered, kicking out of her heels and kissing her son’s messy head before rolling onto her toes to kiss Rowan. “Hey, babe.” 

“Hi, my love.” He took Emmy into his arms. “Let’s let Mama wash up too, yeah?” 

“I hungry!” 

“Yeah, and you have to wash your hands before dinner, right, little one?” 

“With soap!” Lana chirped, pushing her brother back into the bathroom. “You never use soap, Bran.” 

“Do too!” he yelled. 

“Whoa there,” Rowan interrupted, breaking them apart before either one could smack the other. “Can I see your hands, Bran?” His son reluctantly held up his hands. 

“I washed,” he mumbled. 

“With soap?” 

No response. 

“Want to wash up in the kitchen sink?” 

“Yeah!” 

So Rowan held him up to reach the kitchen sink and let him scrub his hands that way. Aelin grinned, brushing a kiss onto his jaw as she passed to go change. 

“Marry a man who’ll raise your kids right, they said,” she teased. 

“Not you too,” Rowan groaned. 

Her laugh echoed through the house. “School moms checking you out again, Ro?” 

“When are they not?” he grumbled. 

She winked. “Ain’t none of them got a real life, don’t worry about what they and the margarita they drank right before they came to the school say.” 

He snorted. “Touché, Fireheart.” 

She blew him a kiss. “Don’t let the kiddos eat up all the food! Or else I’ll have to eat you for dinner!” 

Gods, he couldn’t be reacting to her like that with his kids right there. 

~~~

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[ponycycle]

What's your biggest hyperfocus and how did you discover it?

I had to think on this for a minute because I wasn't sure if it was true anymore. If it wasn't this then it would be something like MLP or motorcycles (it was tempting to say motorcycles!).

I think it's fair to still say personal computers, though. I'm not sure about when my first contact with them was, but I know a major development was when my dad bought our first PC, an IBM AT clone. (I think I still have most of the parts for it!) I would have been like, 7-9 years old at the time and I was fascinated with it. I ended up breaking it as a kid, because I was trying to figure out what all the DOS 4.0 commands did by running them... when I got to FDISK I rendered it unbootable by pressing buttons. A friend of my father's recovered the situation (I think he used Norton Utilities to recreate the partition table).

I can name pretty much every PC that we had as a family or I had personally:

-Aforementioned IBM AT clone (8088 with a Tatung Hercules monitor, DOS 4.0) -386SX that came from who knows where (Went straight from orange Hercules to VGA colour!!! Windows 3.1) -Tandy 1000HX (long term loan from a friend) -Cyrix 586 (dogshit computer - had fake onboard cache, a common scam at the time, crashed constantly. Windows 95) -468DX4 (think I built this from scrounged parts. Win95, slower than the other PC but way more stable) -Pentium II 233 (also built from scrounged parts. First PC I overclocked, gaining 33 mHz! So fast!!! Windows 2000... but later got repurposed as a Linux-based router) -AMD Duron 800 (built with NEW parts - parents gave me a budget to built a family computer. Windows ... 98? XP? Probably changed multiple times) -AMD Athlon XP 1600 (built with NEW parts - I truly don't remember where I got the money in highschool to put it together, but it was probably every penny I had) -AMD Athlon 64 X2 4400+ (admittedly I didn't remember this offhand... but I did have the physical CPU lying around to check. bought off the shelf very cheap as old stock for my parents to use. Windows Vista. Later upgraded to an Phenom X4, also for very cheap. This PC still lives running Windows 10 today!) -Intel Core 2 Duo Q6700 (built in a cute Shuttle XPC chassis. Eventually burned out a RAM slot because apparently it wasn't rated for 2.0V DIMMs. Windows 7) -Intel Core i5-2500K (I used this computer for YEARS. Like almost a decade, while being overclocked to 4.4 gHz from nearly the first day I had it. Windows 7/10) -AMD 5800X (Currently daily driver. Windows 10)

Not mentioning laptops because the list is already long and you get the point.

I actually did attempt to have a computer related career - in the mid 2000s I went to a community college to get a programming diploma, but I dropped out halfway. There was a moment, in a class teaching the Windows GDI API, where I realized that I had no desire to do that professionally. I did learn things about SQL and OS/400 that randomly came in handy a few times in my life. I did go back and successfully get a diploma in networking/tech support but I've never worked a day in that field.

Unprofessionally though, I was "that guy" for most of my life - friend of a friend or family would have a problem with their PC, and I would show up and help them out. I never got to the point where I would attempt to like, re-cap somebody's motherboard, but I could identify blown caps (and there was a time when there was a lot of those). As the role of PCs has changed, and the hardware has gotten better, I barely ever get to do this kind of thing these days. My parent's PC gathers dust in the corner because they can do pretty much do everything they need on their tablets, which they greatly prefer.

Today though... I used to spend a lot of time reading about developments in PC hardware, architectural improvements, but it doesn't matter as much to me anymore. I couldn't tell you what the current generation of Intel desktop CPUs use for a socket without looking it up. A lot of my interest used to be gaming related, and to this day the GPU industry hasn't fully recovered from the crypto boom. Nearly all of the games I'm interested in play well on console so I just play them there. I still fiddle with what I have now and then.

It is fun to think back on various challenges/experiences with it I've had over the years (figuring out IRQ/DMA management when that was still manual, Matsushita CD-ROM interfaces, trying to exorcise the polymorphic Natas virus from my shit). Who knows, maybe I'll get to curate a PC museum of all this shit someday haha.

#thank you very much for the question!!!

[thessalian]

Faerun!Alisaie vs Elfsong Tavern

Haven't even got to the Elfsong Tavern when...

Steel Watch: AH. YOU. GO SEE LORD GORTASH. IMMEDIATELY.

Alisaie: What, he wants me present at his coronation?

Steel Watch: AS A MATTER OF FACT, YES.

Alisaie: ...I was being sarcastic...

And yet...

Gortash: Look, I just want to keep some order around here and honestly, you did me a favour with Ketherick and you could do me another favour with Orin, and we could run the city together!

Alisaie: ...How the fuck are you not lying to me right now?!?

Gortash: Look, if I had a problem with sharing rulership, would I have hooked myself up to those two yahoos?

Alisaie: Fair point, but you're still got a death-god as a patron--

Shadowheart: *ahem*

Alisaie: --an evil death god as a patron and come on, hon, you're lapsing out of that cult but anyway-- There's also the "you're holding my friend's dad hostage" thing, and that's a problem.

Gortash: Well, whether or not you ally with me, you're going to end up taking Orin out. Wouldn't it be better to be able to do it without the Steel Watch stopping you at every turn?

Alisaie: .........fiiiiiine.

Gortash: As a show of good faith, I should warn you there's a doppelganger in your camp right now. Don't know who, I'm afraid, but Orin Be Like That.

Alisaie: ...Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to figure out which one when they're all so fucking weird? MYSELF INCLUDED!

Gortash: No idea. But at least you know to be on your guard now.

Emperor: *thoughtcast* Everyone wants an alliance with you. Aren't you fancy. I remember when it was like that for me.

Alisaie: *mentally* Please shut up. I am thinking here.

Emperor: *thoughtcast* Well, you just silently sat through Gortash's coronation, so...

Alisaie: *grumbling various swear words*

Wyll: I know. But ... we are going to do something about this, right?

Alisaie: Hell yes. However, I can't do anything about anything with those steel clanking assholes up my ass. And now I really need a drink.

Emperor: *thoughtcast* Hey, if you're heading for the Elfsong Tavern, I had a hideout there. Listening to ... some of the acts ... was nice.

Alisaie: *out-loud blurting* Are you telling me you're a fucking fan?!?

Shadowheart; Jaheira; Wyll: ...wut.

Alisaie: Never mind. Drink. Needed.

At the Elfsong Tavern

Alisaie: Elfsong Tavern doesn't so much say 'hello' as 'murder den' today... Right. So. We go see her upstairs about a serial killer, warn all the other prospective victims, find out about the whole bit of bullshit about sticking explosives in teddy bears for refugees, shopping for Gale - mostly because I want to know what the fuck that wizard dude wanted with the Nightsong because Aylin's going to lose her shit if someone else goes abducting her, Shadowheart's parents, Jaheira's friend Minsc, Wyll's dad, remembering to bring Karlach when we flatten Gortash, find the doppelganger in our camp, root out Orin and make her pay for taking one of my people, dealing with Astarion's sire, saving the world... Am I forgetting anything?

Emperor: *thoughtcast* hideout hideout hideout there is a really great sword for you go to the hideout...

Alisaie: And checking the basement. Apparently. It's fine; we have to warn chef dude about potential murder anyway.

Chef: I'm not listening to a word you say until SOMEONE deals with the rats in my cellar!

Jaheira: Seriously? You worry about rats over your own life? In this part of town?

Alisaie: It's part of why I'm a fixture here. I appreciate a tavern with decent hygiene standards. But things must have been slipping lately, if there are that many rats. Perhaps because of a vacancy in the basement.

Chef: YES! BLAME MY WORTHLESS CATS!

Emperor: *thoughtcast* I heard that and I am not to blame for being hijacked by a Netherese Crown-empowered elder brain hijacked by death gods.

Several swarms of rats later...

Githyanki: Aha! We were looking for the location of the artefact and the ghaik, and here you are!

Alisaie: Dude, we have your Prince of Comet or whatever in here too, okay? And we want to save the world from a Netherese Crown-empowered elder brain hijacked by death gods as much as you do. Chill out already.

Githyanki: GHAIK LIES FROM ALL OF YOU!

Alisaie: Nobody's going to listen to a damn word I say today, are they.

Stabnation: *ensues*

After a trip down the Emperor's Memory Lane

Alisaie: One thing I'll give our squiddly friend - he was right about the sword. Do you think there's a chance in hell I could get Lae'zel to wear that armour? Too clanky for my blood but that shit is dope.

Jaheira: She might be inclined to murder you. Then again, I am wearing githyanki armour now, so she might be persuaded.

Alisaie: Yeah, except if I asked that, I wouldn't know if her saying yes meant that she was a doppelganger or whether it's that "I could sell firelighting kits in hell" thing.

Wyll: I ... don't think there's a thing I could say that would make you believe me, but--

Alisaie: I seriously doubt it's you, Wyll. Or Shadowheart. You've been at my side too much to be easily replaced. Jaheira ... you might be, but I doubt that too; not close enough, if you get me. But too much of this will give me a headache so fuck it; I wear good armour, I'll cope until you prove other than trustworthy, and I still want a drink.

Barman: Hey, if you play us a couple of sets, I can give you a discount on the whole upstairs. People come in to drink because Murder Tavern, but they're too creeped out to stay here.

Alisaie: Not that most of us aren't creepy as hell in our own way, but I guess adventurers in the local tavern means there's help at hand if someone screams... And I'm sure I'm forgetting something.

Shadowheart: Hag victims' support group. You wanted to check in on what's-her-name.

Alisaie: Oh, right, with the zombie husband. Gods, can I not have just one pint first?

Jaheira: You are a hero, and thus in great demand. Your time is not your own.

Shadowheart: But even heroes need to rest now and then. I'm not having her have a nervous breakdown because the world worked her too hard. You play. I will get you a pint.

Wyll: Isn't that ... well ... working?

Shadowheart: For her? No. That's getting paid for having fun.

Alisaie: I love how you get that about me.

#Faerun!Alisaie #Thess liveblogs Baldur's Gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #More to come but I've been playing a bit piecemeal lately

[regular-lord-reckoner]

yesterday was pretty exhausting

my dad was doing okay enough that my mom decided to go in for one last day of work before taking off again and apparently upper management wanted to just let her go because she doesn't have enough hours anymore to do fmla and rather than just...y'know, take the situation into consideration, that's what their answer was

thankfully both of our direct managers fought for her and were able to work something out where she'll be able to do some things remotely until she can get enough hours and then they'll let her do fmla

truly cannot wait for the day i can tell his company to kiss the fattest part of my ass and fart in their faces while doing it, fuck y'all

but while she was at work it was me and our family friend here taking care of him and while i really appreciate having his help, i think my dad put on sort of a performance for him yesterday and pushed himself too much

i should have known something was wrong when he kept having me get him hot coffee

even though this man's body composition at this point is probably more coffee than it is water, here lately he hasn't been interested in it because he just wants cold drinks (the colder, the better, he doesn't even want room temp at this point)

and granted he'd only take a sip or two and then just leave it, but that was part of the performance, which okay fine, nothing too serious there, but he did go all day without letting either of us give him anything for anxiety

and i had a feeling that's what was going on because out of nowhere his breathing would get really labored and he'd be looking around a lot (i don't know that he fully slept throughout the day, he would wake up at the slightest little thing) but i kept asking him and asking him if he wanted his medicine and didn't want to force him to take something if he didn't really need it, because it does make him a little groggy so i just kept trying to do right by him, but it backfired

when our family friend left i was in tears by that point because on my own end i stupidly just...kept working the entire time i was sitting there helping take care of him?

from around 6 am to about 6 pm i was either helping my dad or on my computer trying to get caught up on work and i knew better than to do that but there wasn't really anything else i could do

we couldn't sit and talk while he was trying to sleep because it kept waking him up. i didn't want to watch anything on my phone because i wouldn't be able to use headphones.

apart from taking the dog outside and a few of my own bathroom breaks, plus a few minutes i stopped to eat some frozen burritos, i just...worked

and by that point i was starting to think, "okay, he's now got it in his mind this isn't happening, he's going to try to force himself through this (he even said, "i feel better today than i did three days ago!" and something about "shows what doctors know") and it's going to be even worse than what it already is" so my poor mom who's already exhausted and having a day from hell has to console me now. she sat with me for a little bit and calmed me down and sent me outside to the pool so i could cool off and recharge while she handled everything which i'm extremely grateful for

meanwhile, though, she gets my dad in the big bed because that's where he said he wanted to sleep and okay, cool, no problem

she gets him nice and settled and in no time he's having a massive anxiety attack

we're both beating ourselves up today because it just shouldn't have been like that

i think the plan originally was she was just going to work half a day and then come home, but i guess with everything she ended up working a whole day and even though she kept calling and texting to check on him and we gave her the updates, i guess we both just missed the signs that he was just putting on a brave face because of who was here and that we should have insisted more on doing what he actually needed

it's just so hard because i keep wanting to let him do what he wants because it very well could be the last time he does it, y'know, but i also need to really pay attention so that days like yesterday don't happen again because he'll hurt himself and make this harder for himself if we're not careful and nobody wants that

he's been doing better today so far, though

he's back in his hospital bed and has been sleeping his ass off because i'm sure yesterday was exhausting for him big time so my mom's on top of everything and i'm just sitting here in the living room plugging away at work waiting for something to do whenever he wakes up but i'm going to try not to overdo it like i did yesterday because christ

i think he's got a social worker who's supposed to come by today so i hope maybe too that'll help at least point us in the direction of being able to get him some more answers or reassurances or something

i was thinking about it from his perspective in all of this and i think he's at the point where he's just....waiting for permission, i guess?

he keeps asking if there's some kind of schedule or ritual to this and we just keep telling him that not necessarily, this is just what we're doing right now, but i realized that just puts the onus on him to more or less decide, y'know?

because if his body is really shutting down like this and all but screaming at him that it's time i think now it's just sort of up to him whenever he feels ready but i can't imagine having to decide that because it's like...what day do i choose? do i try to make it to my birthday next week or do i just pick a day? and what time? and then what, i just...go? that's it?

yeah, no i can understand why it's hard for him but i just don't want to be the person who gives him that answer because i know him and i know if he feels even a little like it's something we're pushing on him that he'll just give up and call it quits and i don't want that, i want it to be on his terms (as much as can be)

so i guess we'll see how that goes and just keep taking it day by day, moment by moment

#another update on dad nothing bad

[empressofthesunwriter]

The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Chapter 10: How to Sneak in on a super-secret government Meeting

I had time today and thought let’s write this chapter in one go! It’s a bit short, like Chapter 9, but these two chapters are there to set up things for the next big chapter, chapter 11.

I still hope you enjoy it!

Apparently having cig and coffee on me and looking Goth, isn’t enough for my dark-spirited friends.

It’s a frame of mind, I sadly lack.

It’s been against society's rules, which I don’t.

Being born a girl in a patriarchy and being bi in a queerphobic land isn’t enough.

This hurts me.

Deeply.

Is this Goth enough or too sarcastic?

Anyway, to prove I’m goth I have to go to the big PTA meeting in the community center, walk right into the middle of that meeting and tape this wonderful sign with written on it “Fuck the conformists!” to their table.

What one due’s for their plans…

So I make my way there all alone since my co-conspirators against King Big Ass are all busy with preparations for our plan.

The PTA meeting is a bomb to go off any second as I walk in. The adults literally talk over each other. They are angry, all right.

I feel kind of awkward standing so randomly there with my stupid sign and even more stupid Goth clothes.

I’m thinking about how to best tap the sign on the table and take the photo, as proof, without anybody seeing me when I hear Mr. Mash saying my name: “Thank you for coming, N.K. Everyone, this is the girl whose family just moved to town.”

A lot of preps stared at me.

I put up my middle finger at them.

No of course not, I waved awkwardly at them, but I got you all for a second, hehe.

“We've become very close friends.”, tells Mr. Marsh everybody. “This child and I witnessed something last night, and I'd like you to hear her story. Go ahead, kiddo.”

I blink.

What happened again last night?

Oh yeah, the space adventure.

“Some alien fuckers kidnapped us to probe us in the ass. Me and my best friend saved anybody on this ship and you Mr. Marsh just left us there.”, I deadpan.

No way, I gonna tell them, we girls crashed the UFO.

“N-Not really what I meant, kiddo.”, awkwardly Mr. Marsh rubs his neck.

It’s still for a few seconds.

“This is a waste of everyone's time!”, shouts a brown-haired man…I think it’s Leo’s dad. “If the PTA isn't going to do something about Taco Bell taking over then the rest of us parents will!”

“YEAH!”

“THAT'S RIGHT!”

 “Let's go!”

“COME ON!”

Following Leo’s dad all, besides the PTA members, leave.

Well, that could have gone better for them.

Not my problem.

I have to fulfill my quest.

As I’m about to tap my sign on the table, Mr. Marsh runs up to me and takes it from my hands.

“Look, I know how you're feeling, ok? But this isn't gonna solve anything. We've got to get inside that "Taco Bell" and find out what's really going on. Help me with that and I'll help you with this.”, promises Mr. Marsh.

“What do you want?”, I ask frowning. “That I do it like a Ninja and break in and search for some dirt on "Taco Bell"?”

“Exactly!”

He can’t be serious!

“I saw you on the ship - you have pretty good control over your farts and you have your Magical Girl Powers!”

….Magical what Girl powers?!

Heh?

What does he mean by that?

Last I checked I’m not Sailor Moon.

If I was Sailor Moon I would be soooo happy.

“Meet me in the bathroom. It's time for you to learn some REAL power.”

Still confused about what Mr. Marsh meant, I follow him to the bathroom.

And I need to learn a new fart technic.

Okay, I get that it’s useful, but still, bah!

Anyway, I master it and Mr. Marsh sends me off to my new quest.

Quests for quests and no end in sight.

Stupid game mechanics.

Frowing with crossed arms I stand before "Taco Bell".

I saw with my own eyes how a man got shot in the head just for asking questions.

Mr. Marsh was right.

It’s more than just to hide the fact that this "Taco Bell" is on UFO. This rip-off Man-in-black are hiding something.

I feel it.

It’s too dangerous to break in alone.

I need backup.

So I try to get someone to join me.

All besides Tammy are busy with preparations, but she tells me Stan can come along if we first help him with something.

This something is to get his phone back from his older sister.

Another quest?

Sure why not.

Not like I already have 30 or so!

Signing, I make my way back to the Eleven Kingdom.

“Your sister is a crazy nasty bitch!”, I tell Stan, as I, he, and Tammy make our way to "Taco Bell".

“Disgusting, absolute, disgusting!”, adds Tammy, checking her new cool fighter armor, courtesy of the elven, for any menstrual blood.

Yes, you read right.

Stan older sister used as attack bloody tampons on us!

“I’m sorry, girls, but imagine living with her 24/7!”, apologize Stan. “At last I have my phone back, really again, thank you.”

“Your welcome, but next time warn us.”, I make clear.

Finally, we are back at "Taco Bell" and I use Sneaky Squeaker, I fucking hate that I have to use it, to lead the two heavy armor soldiers away from the entrance.

Tammy sends me I look and I shrug just.

I know it is nasty, but we don’t have other means.

With the soldiers busy being distracted by the fart we three Ninja our way in.

“This place doesn't really look like a Taco Bell.”, points Stan out.

“It isn’t.”, answers Tammy. “It’s a UFO and they build a Military complex around it.”

“How do you know that?”

“You don’t see the giant UFO?”

“Also, it may be that Tammy and I got abducted by aliens last night and had to fight our way out of it.”, I add.

Stan just stares at us and lets out a long okay.

I have a feeling he saw and heard weirder shit in his life.

Must be a South Park thing.

Anyway, there is a lone soldier whom I lead with Sneaky Squeaker to the electrocuted puddle of water and then use my alien probe-thingy to teleport us to the roof.

We crawl all in the air conduction. After a few seconds, we find a meeting room full of people. We stop and listen.

“...but so far we have been unable to stop the UFO from leaking the toxic waste.”, say’s one of the Men-in-Black. “We've contained all we can but there are no guarantees an outbreak will not occur.”

An older man with an eye patch asks: “And does the alien liquid appear to have the same effect as... last time?”

Suddenly I feel how I shiver and my heart starts to race.

That voice…

I heard it somewhere before…

And if I look more at the Eye-Patch-Grandpa…the more I’m sure I saw I somewhere before.

I don’t like this feeling.

“I'm afraid so.”, answer him Men-in-Black. “When the alien waste reacts with organic material on Earth it turns things into... Nazi zombies.”

A window opens and a man in a Hawaii shirt is in a room behind it, walking really like a zombie and shouting in German.

…I’m imagining things or does he sound like Hitler?!

 “Nazi zombies, what a cliché!”, whispers Tammy.

Stan and I nod, and even the government guys are so done with this too. How often did they encounter this to be so dull about it?

Eye-Patch-Grandpa walks over to a whiteboard which has a drawing of South Park on it and explains to his men and woman: “All right, we're going to have to completely obliterate EVERYTHING in a three-block radius. Find locations for the bombs and bury it all. Then make up a fake story about an earthquake. We can contain the outbreak this time if we act quickly enough. Let's MOVE!”

All stand up to get out of the room.

Suddenly one of the government guys turns around.

He points at a little record on their table.

“Everything we've just talked about has been recorded onto this tape. I'm going to leave it alone here for a few minutes, then come back later and have it encrypted and locked away so nobody ever hears what was said in this meeting.”

“Yes. Good idea.”

With that, all leave the room.

“Well, how practically for us. That’s exactly what the PTA wants.”, I whisper to my friends.

Tammy and Stan nod.

“Adults are so stupid.”, points Stan out.

We start to crawl again, to find a way out of the air conduction.

I’m the first to jump out of it…at the same time as the Nazi Zombie breaks free and kills the soldiers before me!

Oh shit!

Stan, Tammy, and I need our collected forces to kill this overused cliché, but we manage.

“Oh my god! Why?!”, shouts Tammy.

“You guys stay here.”, I tell them. “I get the record and then we get out of here!”

“Hurry, dude!”, pleads Stan.

Fast I snatch the record up and then we three run out of the military complex.

What we see and encounter on our way back to the Elven Kingdom is fucking nuts.

The Nazi Zombies already spread!

So much for containing them!

I hope the adults can at least stop somehow the plan at bombing South Park.

Tammy decided to go with me to the PTA meeting, but first Jimmy ask us if we can help him get a flute.

Seems like we have to do some quests first.

And I still need to place Al Gore’s little machine underground.

The PTA can wait for a bit.

“Okay, we fought Nazi-Zombie-Cows to get Jimmy the flute, beat up an ex-vice president, then him again dressed up as ManBearPig and we meet a talking Christmas shit and his family.”

“Don’t forget all the hobos and Nazi Zombies we beat and/or killed up, Tam.”

“How can I when the Nazi Zombie cat nearly scratched me?! Do you think they can give rabies too, N.K.?”

“I sure hope they don’t.”

Yeah, as you can see Tammy and me had quite the adventures.

On one side it was good because we both level up and Tammy got with any fight better in our RPG, on the other side we both are stressed out.

And we still have our big plan for Cartman, when we just wanna chill and maybe watch a movie and eat some junk food.

At least, not only we gave the record to the PTA, but we also got the goddamn picture the Goths want, and after showing them how Goth I can dance, drink my coffee, and smoke they agree to participate in the RPG!

Yeah!

All is coming perfectly together.

Tammy and I hug each other before Cartman’s house.

Now we must separate before we can rejoin sides again.

“Good luck, with Cartman, sis.”, wishes me, Tammy. “I will see you on the other side.”

“I will see you on the other side.”, I repeat and we hug each other tight.

With that, I enter Kupa Keep.

First I see how Princess Kenny gives me a wink and a nod.

Okay, this means on her side all is according to plan.

Leo gives me a thumbs up, while I see how Token, Tweek, Craig and even Scott nod at me.

Awesome, they are on board too!

“My king.”, I call for Fatass. He is surely in the war tent. “I’m back with good news.”

King Chubby steps out of the war tent, a smile on his face.

“Ah, you have returned!”

“Yes, my lord. The Goths are on our side.”

“Awesome, come, Sir Douchebag, it is time to summon our forces! Simply call them here and your dedication to Kupa Keep will be complete! Climb the signal tower, Sir Douchebag. Call forth your new recruits!”, commands Cartman practically.

If all goes to plan this will be one of the last times he will give me a command.

I play my part.

I climb the carton tower and send with my phone a message to the Goth Kids.

When I climb down again, Cartman calls out: “Everyone gather around!”

We do as he says.

“While the rest of you have been picking your respective arses, Sir Douchebag has gone out and brought help to our kingdom.”, berates them Cartman. All play their role, looking disappointed at themselves. “Sir Douchebag, it is time to give you a title worthy of your deeds.”

“Will you finally use my real name?”, I ask with pretended hopefulness.

“I have something better! By the power of Mandaloth, third-born of the Redguard, and by the glory of Christ, I hereby anoint thee -- COMMANDER DOUCHEBAG! With all the rights and privileges accompanied therein!”

“Goddamit, Fatass is N.K. so complicated!”

And again I get ignored.

“Eric! ERIC!”, runs up Leo to us. He sends me a quick wink. This means we and the elven are ready for our plan or should I say trap for Cartman. “We know where the elves are hiding the Stick!”

“What? Really?”

“We just intercepted their messages on Twitter!”

“You mean you shot down their message raven.”

“R-right - w-we shot down their raven a-and the evil Elf King ha-has hidden the Stick inside his desk at school!”

“Of course! Kyle hid it in his desk! CITIZENS OF KUPA KEEP! WE KNOW WHERE THE ELVES ARE HIDING THE STICK! I told you they were cheating! NOW WE SHALL MARCH ON THE SCHOOL AND MAKE THE HALLWAYS DRIP WITH ELVEN BLOOD!”

“HUZZAH!”, we all shout.

It’s time to get this show on the roll!

Cartman will not get what hit him.

I’m already laughing inside gleefully imagining his stupid face.

He will pay for being such an enormous bastard to anyone!

I used JRPG Heroine: Dragon Master dress-up game for Tammy’s outfit. She has a purse with her since her class is a fighter and she fights like Tifa Lockheart from Final Fantasy. In the purse are things like smoke bombs or glitter to give a status effect on the enemy or stun them.

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#southparkfanfiction #southpark #new kid sp #dovahkiin #stick of truth #SP FanFic: Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1 #douchbag #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #k2 #polyamarous

[gr8whytehype]

U know today I just gotta tell a story 1 of such heartbreak that it killed who I use to be but also is helping give birth to the man I am transforming into in my life I always dreamed of find the woman that completed me my dad always was cheating on my mom ,mom never could hate him or stop loving or give up on him she took a lot of shit when I was 19 my older brother was short paralyzed chest down I was literally 3 ft away changed the course of my life and character for the worse I became heavily addicted to drugs when I say drugs I mean I've done every drug know in existence give or take 3 or 4 been everything from pothead to shooting heroin and pills for next 15 yrs I still am trying to find my purpose brother was short 03 dad tells my mom it's her problem runs off with a highschool sweetheart doesn't try to help or even offer just like that he was gone until 2014 when he was dieing of cancer see dad's family well they split anything that belongs to u B4 u even die he wanted to come back home to be with us ! Yea right they was taking his disability check ,and his meds partying on good stuff tryin to sell the rest he was helpless and no1 to trust except the woman he was married to for 25 yrs had 3 kids to in which 1 became handicap and he left her with plate so full of shit as bad as she was hurt she loved him u could just see it in her eyes she couldn't turn him away which me and my old man couldn't talk without throwing punches since I was 13 but I'm thankful she let him stay I learned some of the most important aspect of who I am I a brief 3 months old man died father's day 2014 wish I would have spent more of my life with him being a son instead of a enemy he had a lot to of knowledge I would need anyways that love that's I been searching for my whole life it feels like even thought I found once 2009 after shay was shot I lost my best friend so I found the needle and thought it killed the pain and if not mY e me found out I had a 3 yr old son that yri was a shit dad never around out getting high but I kept a good job and supported my son with 700 a month I. Child support boy is 17 and already 3 times the man I could ever be lost his mother 2 yrs ago I still think Nikki was making me be a dad got sober of heroin but still speed gots me I'm working progress but I have a bond with Trevor that I am thankful for he got my best genes lol thank God but 09 I met my daug myhter's mother and I fell head over heels in love for once I felt whole inside something no drug or anything had done for me but apparently I didn't notice her until then she I think held some hostel feelings for me over that wfee both were heavy drug addicts when met her just home from prison I think she wasn't even a yr out but she had to kids prior ú another dude within a month I get īhelpecared get them back under same roof lol mom CDChelped raise them there mom was known to disappear for long periods of time she had to love me somewhere she trusted me with her babis so love but çc be pretty much next yrs in a out almost destroyed me as I watched the person I love bc just lose all self love love and I am begging to regress , h

Beginn get5ing to lose hh hi uh be good I love stef she gav6e m6e marleena when u put Marvin my dad lynnlee her mom both cancer the took from atrking on reconnecting with Trevor my oldest and I got 2 Trevor's her son is also named trevor me and stef we wasn't meant to be I guess mm.,

[voiceintheblue]

Today I woke up. My sister is in the hospital. COVID, but the world no longer cares about that. COVID, but I can’t call out of work because my job abandoned their time off for the pandemic as soon as the government stopped requiring it. They’re a healthcare company. They produce catheters for angioscopy and atherectomy procedures. I could have the disease. I sat right across from her during her birthday dinner. I initiated the group hug after. One day later, my mother was calling me telling me she was in an ambulance.

This morning was Monday. I got in the car, the only one we have, and it didn’t start up the first time around. It said charging system malfunction. I thank the god I no longer believe in for letting it start up on the second try. I can’t afford a repair. I’m going to have to check the wires and drive belt myself, and pray it’s not the alternator. I don’t have a tool for that. I’m thousands of dollars in debt, and so is my wife. We’re happy that we can finally afford groceries on a mostly consistent basis. I wish that that mostly was more guaranteed.

Got to work. Confirmed with my boss that the medical device company I work for has indeed abandoned COVID time. If I want to take time off, I’m gonna have to use my vacation. I used up all my sick time for the last crisis. The last time I was sick I didn’t even bother to do that. I just came in. I mucked up all the cathetors with my virus-infected hands. The test said it wasn’t covid, but that was just a couple weeks before my sister came down with it. Again, we saw eachother. Across the table. We hugged. Close enough.

Of course, physical death isn’t enough. Apparently the universe has decided on a campaign of eradication against my soul. The man who I’ve been trying to build a stronger friendship with for the past year messaged me today. It was long enough that the message didn’t fit all at once on the screen. It was the kind of message you always are afraid to get when you see a notification ping.

It wasn’t anything unexpected. This is a situation that’s been ongoing. But he’s done with it. He says he’s not done with me, but his actions say otherwise. This is the first time he’s messaged me since the last message that didn’t fit on a single screen. The one where he called me a hyprocrite.

He wasn’t wrong. And I tried to apologize the right way. Recognize your wrong. Acknowledge you hurt them. Sincerely promise to not repeat. But nothing’s changed in the server he says.

But I’m confused. It’s not the server he called a hypcocrite. He hasn’t said any way the server needs to be different.

Just me.

So I’m pretty sure he’s just saying goodbye to me.

I can’t fight it though. He spent a week in a mental institution at the start of this year. Some days I wish I could do the same, but it would kill my wife. The last husband, the one who’s name she whispers in fear visited them often. I can’t do the same for the fear of becoming a reminder of that man.

I get another message. Dad, and my other sister, they have it too. The pandemic that’s over but also not really. The one everyone’s looking away from and pretending no longer exists. I’m worried because my Dad is diabetic. The same kind of Diabetic as my wife. It put them first in line for the original vaccines, and it puts them first in my mind as I try not to think about how life will be without my Dad. Or her.

She’s the only one I have left. I don’t think she knows the extent of that. How she was the first one to look at me, and not joke about it. The first one to love me honestly and genuinely. With her whole heart. I’m terrified one day I’ll get it from her. A message of several paragraphs. So long it doesn’t fit on the screen all at one time.

I don’t think she knows. I don’t think the cats know. I don’t think my sisters or mom and dad know how I’m hanging by a thread and barely holding on. The only reason I stay is because it would hurt them far more than it would save me. My cats wouldn’t understand why I’m no longer around to sneak them chicken from the one on sale my wife brought home. My wife wouldn’t understand how I could be just the same and as cruel as the man who’s name she whispers in fear. She would think it was her fault. She would call herself the cruel one. The one who was cursed. My sisters wouldn’t understand. “he was doing so well!” they would cry.

I’m doing so well.

Aren’t I?

My mother, I’m not entirely sure. She’s changed lately. For the good and bad. She’s let go of the eyes of others who drew her down. She’s become vibrant and cohesive. But she also seeks for answers in corners where they do not lie. She thinks for others when she should think for herself. She tries to drag and nibble at places where she does not belong. But it is an improvement, I suppose. From who she was before.

My father would be wounded most of all. He’s lost before. A shotgun blast, brains on the wall. Just a block away. He’d talked with him the night before. “He was my friend? Why didn’t he say a word?”

Because it’s not about you. It’s about getting away. I hurt. I don’t want to hurt any more.

I feel like a mite on the world of giants. Wars and plagues and gods. I want to nibble in my corner. Be loved and love others.

But it hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

#cw suicidal ideation #cw unhealthy thinking #cw covid #covid #covid19 #covid 19 #poetry #writing #suicidal ideation #unhealthy thinking #vent #cw vent

[vickikowalewski]

Day 1 - May 23, 2023: Zurich

I landed approximately at 6:20 in the morning. I was so excited because I actually managed to get 3-4 hours of sleep on the plane. The melatonin strips with the sleep aides is truly the best combination. I was out like a light. Either that or the extra glass of wine I got from the flight attendant. The food was really tasty for plane food and really filling as well. The Swiss know how to do it right. I sat next to a 22 year old girl solo traveler on the plane ride. It was nice to chat with her. Once upon a time, I was there too.

Today was operation, “stay awake as long as you can.” The airport, customs, and finding the correct train to take to my hotel for a bag drop was quite simple. My bag was dropped off by 8:30am.

Zurich is not a bustling town early in the morning, hardly anything seems to be open before 10am, so I stopped at a nice cafe for coffee and a croissant. Wow, croissant was 10/10. Flakey, buttery, pure deliciousness. It isn’t pictured because it took a little while for the server to warm it and give it to me. The cappuccino was excellent too. The weather was surprisingly good today so I sat outside and people watched. Lots of cyclists, men having a coffee and reading the paper, work friends chatting before work, and some students who looked like they were working on something school-related. Everyone speaks German here so I don’t know what they were saying but it’s quite fun to watch the world go by.

When things slowly began to open, I decided to stop at the bank to pull out some Swiss francs and headed to see 3 of the big Churches in Old Town. The Old Town is small but quaint. All 3 Churches were quite nice and referenced Martin Luther quite a bit. One had an audio tour but I sat in a pew and started to fall asleep listening to it so I had to bag it. One of the Churches had a bell tower to go up for 5 francs, which was okay but a bit underwhelming.

This passed the time until around lunch. I needed to use the restroom so I decided to go to a McDonalds because I knew I could use the restroom without paying if I had a receipt. I also like seeing the McDonalds menu in other countries. I had a McChicken with honey mustard and a salad with oil and vinegar instead of fries. The McChicken was tasty but the salad was essentially a box of iceberg lettuce with a little bottle of oil and vinegar. I was somewhat disappointed. The Fanta Zero was refreshing though.

Afterwards, I needed to get up and move around so I went to the Swiss National Museum, Landesmuseum. I was feeling exhausted but it was a good way to pass a couple of hours. I didn’t realize their constitution was based off ours in the USA. The weather was beautiful so I would have rather been outside but I know I would have fallen asleep once I sat down for an extended period of time. It did eventually rain though but not too much. I was really starting to drag so I ordered a macchiato at the end of my museum visit. I wanted to do another museum but I was too exhausted. The macchiato did nothing for me. I took a train and headed back to my hotel for check-in. I almost missed my stop because I fell asleep on the train.

Check-in was a bit chaotic. I couldn’t tell if an Australian or British girl was in front of me but she was arguing at the front desk with a taxi driver. I actually thought it was the girl’s dad at first. Apparently not. The girl was being absolutely ridiculous though. I believe the taxi driver only took cash and the girl did not have cash so the taxi driver refused to open the trunk for her luggage. Understandably so, and the girl was too lazy to just go to an ATM for cash stating he was “ripping her off.” Then she started saying that she feared her safety. It was an OLD MAN. It was quite the debacle. The people working the front desk weren’t willing to get involved either even though she was begging them to help her. Rightfully so. I went to get some dinner at the grocery store down the street and I later saw the girl outside shaking her fist at the taxi driver. I have a strong gut feeling who is in the wrong after seeing that. When I came back with my food, the police had arrived so I’m assuming all will be taken care of. I hope she paid her taxi driver. She was the nastiest person I’ve encountered in quite some time. I genuinely felt bad for her taxi driver. He probably took a huge hit to his wages today dealing with her.

I am exhausted and I’ve already fallen asleep twice since I’ve gotten to my room. This is a sign that it’s time to go to bed. Goodnight!

[bound2happin-blog]

My Legal Battle with my Family and their Co-horts / Co-conspirators (137):

This is a letter I received from my parents, Leonard and Gloria Sumter, while at Wheeler Correctional Facililty on 2-11-16.  If you see where I highlighted my mother, Gloria Sumter, wrote,

“Dad put [$]1000.00 in BOA (Bank of America) on Jan. 20th & [$]2000.00 in today.”

This is my mother, Gloria Sumter, telling me that my father, Leonard Sumter Jr., put $1000.00 into my Bank of America checking account on Jan. 20th, 2016 and another $2000.00 on February 11th, 2016.  So without me asking or me finding out about it until after it was already deposited into my checking account, my parents deposited $3000.00 into my Bank of America checking account Jan/Feb, 2016.  Despite having paid my AT&T account (cell phone number: 404-915-2030) for all the months between my June 21, 2015 arrest and April 2016 per her agreement.  However, two (2) months later in April 2016 my mother then reversed the payment she had made to my AT&T account (cell phone number: 404-915-2030) after learning that I had been granted a hearing to contest the fraudulent-statements based Harassment Restraining Order (HRO) which my assailant, Creighton Hussey, filed against me in the Fourth Distrcit Court of Minneapolis, MN.  This is the document which caused the GA State Board of Pardons and Paroles to issue a warrant for my arrest, for an alleged parole violation.  I was checking my account regularly using a cell phone that someone in a nearby bunk had smuggled in illegally and checked my AT&T account, saw that the payment had been reversed and texted my mother who then said, “fine, I’ll pay it.”  She then went ahead and paid the bill for that month and then completely stopped paying it.  This caused my AT&T cell phone to be cut off and for me to lose that phone number: 404-915-2030.  This was the two-step verification method I used to sign-in to all my online accounts.  (GMail; Google Drive; iCloud; etc.)  So this completely destroyed my ability to sign-in to these accounts and therefore destroyed a plethora of evidence which was stored on these cloud drives.  As Dennis Bickham made sure that the phone itself was also destroyed, this prevented me from obtaining the evidence which was on the phone (text messages, voice messages, pictures, etc.)  Without the ability to get the same phone number again, I am prevented from being able to access this evidence, which is a felony on the part of my parents and Dennis Bickham, and the other parties of their scheme.)  Without a search warrant level subpoena to obtain the text messages with content, I will be unable to retrieve this evidence.

They did this as a ruse.  To make me and anyone else “looking in” think they were helping by depositing money into my checking account while actually destroying evidence by not paying my AT&T cell phone bill which was agreed upon.  This agreement is apparent by the fact that the bill from June 2015 to April 2016 was paid and my parents knew on September 16th, 2015 my parole date was set for September 16th, 2016.  I have another letter I will post from Dennis Bickham, in which he states that he had spoken to my mother and that she had spoken to the parole board who told her PIC (Prisoner Incentive Credits) were being applied to my release date for PIC points I earned during my stay at Wheeler Correctional Facility.  This means that they (my parents and Dennis Bickham) lead me to believe that I was going to be released a few months earlier than September 2016.  In fact, approximately May 2016.

[itsmemychelle]

Needing to Vent

Chronic pain so sucks. Today I am doing alright just edgy with the teen that lives part-time in my house. She belongs to the guy that is here. Am I dating him? Some days I might be other days, I would say 'Hell no'. Today, I really despise everyone that crosses my path.

Let's go back a day ... I had extreme pain that lasted all day. I went out and got breakfast then came home. From that point on, I spent the whole day in my bedroom. Number one because I knew if I talked to others it wouldn't be nice. Number two, I am getting so freaking tired of these roommates. Man and teen, let's call them that.

The teen just sits around the house. No part-time summer job, few interests in going with friends. I have had to ask the man to suggest chores for her. They don't get done unless he asks her to do them. Essentially a teen with no responsibilities. None. She is always on the couch. Unless it is time for bed. We are only into the fifth of July. I can't do this the whole summer. She needs to find something to do with herself. Right now, she is sitting on the couch sniffing.

What pissed me off this morning is that she slept until 11. That isn't what upset me. Believe me, if I could sleep that late on the weekends, I would love to do so. My chronic pain will not allow me to do so. What upset me so is that she rose from the basement, not a word except to the man. Just made an assumption that she could hop into the shower without checking to see if anyone else needed a thing before occupying the bathroom. 99% of the time she comes and sits on the couch first and then eventually gets up and takes a shower.

The other day, she comes talking about this guy who is living at her Mom's house (and not her Mom's husband) who did this or that to her vehicle, but complained that it still isn't working right. She's complaining, so I asked a few questions and said it sounds like he didn't do this one thing. Told her dad, and he agreed. He said he could fix that problem for her. Has she asked him to do it? Nope. Apparently, it's going to get fixed on its own? She lacks responsibility. That's all that can be said about her sad situation.

The man. He annoys me by looking at me. I am getting angrier at him by the day. I am angry because I feel like my house has been invaded. I am angry because I don't feel that I have the peace in my own home that I deserve. I am angry because I don't feel like I can get away from him. I am angry because he is here every day.

Then the one time I did tell him true feelings I felt like he turned the tables on me and it was all my fault. Everything is all my fault. My fault that he can't find a place to live, my fault that things are too expensive and so now I am stuck with him being here. I don't feel like I have my own space for my own well-being. How do I tell them it's time to go?

#chronic pain #roommates #getting angrier

[nurtureliterary]

Don’t Yet Know Nothing

Heather Hasselle

When my cousin LeeAnn got pregnant, I was nine and jealous. Of the way she looked and the attention she got. I’d walk around the neighborhood with a basketball under my shirt, hoping to fool somebody. Now look at me: eight years later and no ball necessary.

I hear the front door shut and peek out my window to watch Lily climb into her dad’s truck. That girl is so lucky. My daddy’s been gone since my little sister Grace was born. Fell off the face of the Earth, my mama says, which, apparently—from the one and only postcard he sent us—is New Mexico.

The girls of us had a sleepover at my house last night: Me, Lily, Tish, Renee. Lily slept in the bed with me, but I felt her get up in the middle of the night. I don’t know what she was doing or where she slept cause she never got back in.

“Shit,” Tish says, from the trundle bed on the floor. She rubs her eyes and checks her fancy watch. “I’ve gotta get home.” Then she runs to the kitchen to call her brother.

Tish isn’t supposed to spend the night at my house. Her parents say I’ll ruin her witness, so she lies and tells them she’s at some other girl’s house, some goodie-two-shoes named Becka.

“Can we ever actually fucking sleep at these sleepovers?” Renee says, shooting a look at Tish who’s now stuffing her things into an L.L. Bean backpack—the kind the rest of us want but can’t afford.

“Don’t be mad at me,” Tish says, kissing Renee on the forehead, “be mad at my pew-humpin’ parents.”

When Tish leaves, Renee and I get up and eat breakfast: cold scrambled eggs my mama made hours ago and the end pieces of the cinnamon raisin bread because they’re the only part we’re allowed. My mama says we go through that bread too fast. When Grace and I ask why she can’t just buy two loaves, she says can’t I have anything that’s just for me. Whatever. I guess what’s just for me is Randy—my beautiful, beautiful man; so Mama can keep her stupid bread.

“So, El, what are we gettin into today?” Renee says, pouring coffee into an IHOP mug Grace stole when she was four.

I always feel guilty sending Renee home since her mama is such a bitch. But my whole body hurts, and my brain feels like mud, and sometimes I just want to be alone. Or else I want to be picked up in Randy’s truck, taken somewhere; I want him to pretend I’m not pregnant, lay me down on some blanket in the woods and touch me like he used to. He’s too careful with me now. Thinks he’s gonna break the baby.

“Randy and I are supposed to have a picnic today,” I say, lying. “Oh,” Renee says, “Okay.”

She takes her plate to the garbage and lets the food slide off of it. She picked the middle out of the toast; she didn’t touch the eggs. Renee never does eat much of anything.

“Are you wasting my food again?” Mama says, entering the kitchen, winking at Renee. If it was me or Grace, she’d be mad for real.

“Some people don’t have any food at all,” Grace says, bouncing in after, mimicking what Mama would normally say. Gracie’s copper-colored hair is done up into pigtails, a yellow ribbon tied in each. The truth is, my little sister just ain’t cute. I think my mama knows this, which is why she’s always dressing her in frilly outfits and doing her hair. She never fixed my hair when I was little. In all my kid pictures, I’m shirtless, and my wild, blonde curls stick out around my face like a lion’s mane. And I know it don’t make sense, but when I look at those photos, I get a feeling like I miss her.

“Need a ride home, NayNay?” My mama asks, putting a hand on Renee’s shoulder. She flinches a little but says yes. Renee don’t like for anyone other than us girls to touch her. I’ve tried to tell my mama this, but she always says what that girl needs is love.

We all load into the brown minivan my dad left us when he left us and drop Renee off. She waves to us without smiling from her trailer’s doorstep, and I try not to think about what’s waiting for her inside.

On the way home, we pass the mall and Grace says, “Can we go to the movies today?” For whatever reason, she wants to see The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

“Why the hell not?” Our mama says, surprising us both, pulling into the parking lot.

In the theater, Gracie and I sit on either side of our mama. The floors are sticky, but it feels nice and cool in the darkness; and though we can’t ever get those high-priced movie snacks, Mama digs in her purse and hands us each a peppermint candy. Gracie holds hers between a thumb and a finger, eating it to make it last: one lick at a time. I suck on mine like normal, trying to avoid the tooth that hurts.

When the movie’s about to start, I feel the baby kick. I grab my mama’s hand and put it on my belly. She leaves it there as that cartoon star shoots over the Disney castle, and I lean my head against her shoulder, wishing there was no baby inside me, wishing there was no Grace, wishing the only baby was me—wild haired and held by my mama who don’t yet know nothing about New Mexico.

Heather Hasselle is a writer and educator in New Orleans. She’s worked as an editorial assistant at American Short Fiction and Fiction Attic Press. She’s also taught creative writing through Austin Bat Cave, Badgerdog Publishing, and HIVE; she currently teaches through Community Works and Young Audiences in New Orleans. She was a 2019 resident at Sundress Academy for the Arts and has attended Tin House Summer Workshop and the Sewanee Writers' Conference. She has fiction in Pithead Chapel, forthcoming in Joyland Magazine, and is at work on a novel, Dirt Don’t Hurt, based on a childhood spent with her racecar-driving dad at dirt tracks across the American South.

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