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beary-rambles · 1 year

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hii🤝 can i request an ethan landry ex’s to lovers fic where the reader and ethan broke up cause of ethans jealousy so they’re just kinda mean and sarcastic to each other they’re basically just still mad at each other while being broken up and so there’s a lot of tension between them like but no smut i suck at making requests i’m sorry🙏🙏

Second Chances

Warnings | best friend anika, ex's to lovers, very bad insults (im not good at insults), implied attempted sa, asshole when drunk ethan, slight angst but with happy ending !! not proofread

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a/n: hiiii i really appreciate the request i hope you like it !! sorry if its not exactly what you wanted !!

“Clean up in isle four a bunch of fucking garbage spilled all over the floor.” You turn to your coworker next you who rolled her eyes and walked away mumbling something about the back.

Ethan and the others had found their way to your work establishment. Ethan turned his head towards you and rolled his eyes, “Don't you have a job to do?” “I am working asshole see” you gesture to your work uniform and pick one of the items off the shelf just to put it back on. He shakes his head and makes a step towards you so youre almost face to face, “you're so stupid.” You mock him, “How dare you?” “There's nothing wrong with pointing out the truth.”

“Just make out already Jesus christ.” Tara, tired of the two of you, leads the others out of the isle, Ethan scoffs and turns away from you, giving you one last look to which you flip him off before he walks out of the isle.

Watching him leave sucks, you hate to admit it but you miss him. So much. The night two weeks ago is still burning in the back of your memory.

you were just at a party only maybe thirty minutes ago, you had walked away from him and the rest of the group for a quick second to grab a refill only to get stopped by a guy. He grabs your arm and smiles at you. You think his name is mark? You recognize him from your English class.

“You wanna be my beer pong partner?” You shake your head and smile at him, “No sorry i just need to grab a drink.” he sighs, “can i atleast get your number gorgeous?” You shake your head, “I got a boyfriend.” “I'm sorry.” He nods and walks back over to the beer pong table.

You make your way over to the drink table, “what was that?” As you pour a drink you see your boyfriend, Ethan, standing behind you with an unreadable look on his face. you smile at him before turning back to the table, “you know that guy mark from english? he asked if i wanted to play beer pong with him.” you laugh and fill up your cup.

However, you turn back to see Ethan have an upset look. “is everything okay-” “why was he holding your arm?” Your expression turns grim due to his tone, “um… he asked for my number, i told him no obviously.” His face didn't let up, “Ethan, I promise nothing happened.”

He scoffs and turns away from you, “you looked a little too happy to have said no.” You look at him in disbelief, “are you kidding ethan?'' He doesn't look at you. “I can't believe this, you can't even trust me?” he turns back to you, “why should i?” you open and close your mouth in shock, “because i'm your girlfriend? You know what, no I'm not. you're unbelievable i'm so done with you.”

He follows after you, you can see a stumble in his step, is he drunk? “Baby please-” You huff, “Leave me alone, seriously. Dont text or call me.”

He had left you a large array of messages and tried to call you many many times but all of them went ignored.

Whenever he would try to approach you in person you shut down any sort of advances with an ache in your chest.

You feel a hand tap your shoulder and you turn to see anika there with a sad expression, “you still haven't talked to him?” why should you? he was disrespectful and mean, despite how much you may miss him you will never let someone treat you like he did.

“y/n please just talk to him, you two are miserable.” You sigh and shake your head, “I don't feel miserable, I feel great.” you let out a halfhearted laugh before playing with the already perfectly arranged shelf, “sorry but i have to get back to work.” You see in the corner of your eye her frowning but before she can say anymore you hear Mindy calling for her to join them as they leave.

She walks away and you feel regret at the sad look on her face, you'll have to text her an apology letter.

One of your bigger regrets from your breakup is that you cut contact with the whole group, it's not like they wanted to but you didn't want them to have to choose. you watch out of the corner of your eye as they walk out the front door and you take a breath of relief. This sucks.

—

When anika invites you to go shopping at the mall, you are shocked to see her standing around with the rest of the group. Ethan standing further back in the group in a seemingly heated discussion with mindy. God this sucks.

Praying she hasn't seen you yet you try to rush away, maybe text her that you aren't feeling well but of course, “y/n!! over here!!” you sigh and turn back with a forced smile.

you slowly walk over and seeing her genuinely cheerful smile puts a real one on your face, “anika hey, hi guys….” you look at the rest of the group who all greet you except one. He looks to the floor as anika begins to drag you along talking about what clothes she wants to get today.

Soon enough sam, tara and chad split off from the group leaving just you anika mindy and of course, ethan. You are now walking side by side with Ethan as Mindy and anika hold hands in front of you.

You look over to him and see him already looking at you and you scoff despite the fact your heart races, “it's rude to stare you know” he rolls his eyes, “it's hard not to when you have something in your hair.” your hands immediately fly to your hair picking and pulling at it.

He stops you with a sigh, “it's here.” He turns you head towards him and your face heads as he pulls something from your hair and flicks it from his hand. You two stare at each other, his doe eyes softening seeing your face. You look down at his lips, remembering how they felt, wishing you could just grab his neck and pull him against you.

You snap out of it hearing mindy laugh, “god they're so stupid.” You see anika smile at you as you two pull away from each other. You scoff as you move in front of the group, “don't do that again.” You begin to walk away not bothering to look if they're following you, “not even a thank you?” you don't turn back to look at him, not trusting yourself to.

–

“Your outfit looks bad.” “is that the worst you have?” His outfit doesn't look bad. Hes wearing a fucking suit of course he doesn't look bad. It was Sam's birthday so you were all going to some really nice restaurant. you turn your body fully away from him as you all wait in the lobby for the table.

“the worst thing here just so happens to be your hair.” you hear him scoff, “you love my hair.” You turn back to him with an angry look, why would he say that, it's true of course but he has no right. “i don't like your hair just as much as i don't like your face.” he shakes his head and looks away from you with an unreadable look.

“your insults are really bad today. did you wake up on the right side of the bed this morning?” he finally looks back at you and stares at your face, you think he's looking at your eyes but his eyes are turned down slightly, your lips.

Before you can say anymore the table is ready while walking there his hand brushes against yours and you immediately pull your hand away. He looks at you with a frown before he shakes his head and sits far away from you. Good, you think no it wasn't good. It sucked.

–

You're at a party anika dragged you to, you hadn't gone to one since Ethan and you split. Anika decided it was time to get you out of the house so here you were. She ignored you anytime you asked if ethan would be there which leads you to believe he is which sucks.

You stare at the empty cup in your hand and sigh as you stand up to go fill it again despite the fact you are probably way too drunk and shouldn't be drinking anymore. You finally stumble your way towards the table, you pour yourself another drink and chug it down attempting to ignore your pounding head.

“Something wrong, gorgeous?” You turn and see Mark, the same guy from a few weeks ago, You shake your head unable to answer him and wave him off. “Are you sure? you nod again, putting a hand on your head.

“c'mon i'll help you to a room upstairs.” you feel in grab you and begin to lead you towards the stairs you try to push him away but he keeps a tight firm grip.

at the bottom of the stairs you grab the railing to stop him from pulling you up when you hear a voice, “uh what's going on here?” ethan. Thank god. He has a confused look on his face as he looks between the two of you.

“Hey man, I'm just taking her upstairs to rest her head.” you shake your head and look at ethan with a desperate look and he immediately steps into action. “I'm friends with her roommate, I'll just take her back to her dorm.” Ethan moves towards you to grab you but Mark gets defensive and pulls you towards him, “she asked me to take her don't worry man.”

Ethans face hardens, “let her go.” The rest of the group had made there way over to you guys and chad stepped next to ethan. “I don't see the big deal man-” Ethan ripped you from his arms and grabbed onto you as Ethan slammed his hands into the guy's chest. “dont fucking call me man again, leave my girlfriend the fuck alone.”

“are you alright?'' You nod at Chad and watch as Ethan gets in the guy's face and says a couple more things you can't hear before he rushes back towards you and holds you in his arms.

“are you alright? god i'm sorry baby, cmon lets go.” He lifts you into his arms and carries you out, not before he and Chad exchange a few words with a nod from Chad Ethan leaves with you in his arms.

It feels nice, for a moment you forget everything that's happened between you two the last couple weeks and lay your head on his neck. you feel his grip tighten as he pulls you closer, “i got you baby dont worry.”

You close your eyes and breathe in his scent feeling relaxed you almost fall asleep. He cursed to himself and you opened your eyes again.

You notice you aren't on the way to your dorm, “where are we-” “my dorm, sorry i didn't grab the keys from anika.”

You look up at his face and he looks down at you, he's so beautiful. you notice his face turns red and his pace quickens. Had you said that outloud?

You arrive at his dorm, “I'm gonna put you down for a sec, okay?” he only moves to put you down once you nod, he places you on your feet your body leaning against his and he opens the door.

He lifts you back into his arms and walks you inside, closing the door behind him. you feel his warmth leave you when he places you on his bed.

You watch him leave, wanting to ask where's he's going but he comes back quickly with a glass of water, “drink it please” you chug down the water, not realizing how parched you actually were he takes the glass away from you still don't making eye contact, “you can sleep on the bed, i'll call anika to let her know-” you watch him try to move away from you and you whine and grabbing his arm.

“don't leave me.” you don't want him to leave, all the nights you've spent alone since breaking up with ethan flood back into your mind and your eyes water why did being drunk have to make you so emotional. “please.”

His eyes widen before he sits down into the bed, taking off his shoes and yours before lifting up the comforter and squeezing in next to you. A smile grows on your face as he finally faces you, you run a hand along his face and trace his features. “I've missed you, I'm sorry, for everything.” his eyes close at the feeling of your hands.

you keep running a hand along his cheek, “what in particular?” you want to make sure he knows what he's apologizing for, now is not the time you know that but you need to ask. “That whole night, the words I said and what I insinuated, I was drunk. That's not an excuse I know but I want you to know I didn't mean it baby I promise.”

You nod your head, feeling sleep overtake you. “If you really mean it, tell me in the morning.” you mumble as you wiggle into his arms, knowing you already forgive him. He wraps his arms around you, “of course baby I love you.”

–

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. You groan and put a hand on your head, you should never drink like that again. You run your hands along the face before realizing you're not in your bed, oh right. last night.

you turn over and see ethan already looking at you, now sober you feel awkward “um good morning.” he smiles at you, “good morning.” you two sit in silence for awhile with him admiring you while you try to avoid eye contact, why was this so awkward?

“So do I need to go through the whole speech again or do you remember?” he looks at you hopefully to which you nod. “never talk to me like that again.” he shakes his head, “never.” you laugh, giving into your true desires and wrapping your arms around him.

“Does this mean I'm your boyfriend again?” You pull back slightly and kiss him, “does that answer your question?”

#ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry drabble #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream vi #scream six #scream #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n

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safety-pin-punk · 11 months

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Steps To Take Before You Donate:

A guide from someone who works at a thrift store and has seen some things. This is generalized and not specific to the store I work at.

The first step for ALL of these sections is to look at what you have. Is it something you would give to a friend or relative? No? Then don’t donate it. (Examples of things not to donate: moldy clothes, a soiled pair of pants, sticky dishes, broken mirror)

Clothes and Linens (aka soft lines)

Look to see if your clothes are wet, moldy, or have bodily fluids on them. These types of items will end up at the landfill if you donate them. Just save employees the horror and throw away your own garbage

Don’t donate used underwear or socks, but bras are fine

If the clothes are dirty, wash them (please)

If you want to be super helpful to processors, separate halloween costumes and shoes into different bags or boxes. These items all get processed separately in stores

Donate it even if its ‘poor quality’. Clothing not sold in stores gets sent to textile recyclers

All of this applies to linens (such as blankets and sheets) as well

Electronics

If you have any large items, call the store ahead of time to make sure they are willing to take it. Not all stores have big warehouses for large items. If not, try a different store or chain

Check for any chewed on, or exposed wire. Thrift stores can’t sell these items for safety purposes

If you don’t have a wire or charger for the electronic, ensure that it will stay with the item (tape or rubber bands will work well for this) if an item can’t be tested in store to see if it works, it will not be sold in a typical retail store. It will likely be sent straight to an outlet store

If you are planning on donating a TV (small or big) call the store first, some are able to take them and some are not. Check with them first so they don’t have to turn you away after you get there

If the computer doesn’t work completely, donate it anyway, most thrift stores send them to get refurbished and their memory wiped

Books/Media

Do your books have mold on them or are the pages damp? Don’t donate them

Are the disks so scratched up that they don’t play? Don’t donate them

Stores do accept VHS tapes and cassettes!

If you are donating a bunch of loose disks without cases, keep them together in a bag or a box

If you only have a case for a game (NOT DVD), donate it! People actually buy those

Separate your books and media from other items you are donating, as these get processed separately

Shoes (usually sorted into hard lines but may vary depending on the chain)

If your shoes have bodily fluids on them, or even just some left over dog poop, either clean them or don’t donate them. No one wants to touch that

Even if your shoes have been worn to hell and back (and are not gross), donate them! Just like clothes, if they aren’t sold, most stores will recycle them

Do your best to keep pairs together! Either in a box, tie the laces together, or use a rubber band!

(We do actually love getting shoes donated in their boxes - it makes it a lot easier to sort than a giant garbage bag full of loose shoes)

If you aren’t sure what category shoes fall into at the store you are donating to, just ask! We would much rather that than find shoes in unexpected places!

Furniture

Does it require repairs? Don’t donate it, try a local yard sale site instead

Is it big? Call ahead and make sure the store has space for it

Not every store accepts mattresses/beds/bed frames. Call ahead and ask

If you have a rug, has an animal gone to the bathroom on it? Yeah? Don’t donate that

Side note: if you just bought a big piece of furniture from a thrift store, bring some buddies to help you pick it up. And a big enough vehicle. Our donation door workers are still people and can only do so much to move a giant glass table and fit it into your kia soul when you decide to pick it up 30 minutes before we close

Other Items (aka hard lines)

If a baby is meant to sit or lay in the item, we can’t sell that for safety reasons, even if its brand new

Some stores will sell helmets if they are in good condition, but not all stores. Double check before you drop them off

If you are donating dish ware or china, make sure it is washed and clean. No one wants to touch sticky mixing bowls with a mysterious substance inside

Wrap your dishes or any fragile items and place them in boxes, it helps make sure they dont break before they get processed

If its broken, don’t donate it. Think: is this something I would give a friend?

Put your jewelry together and separate from other items. That way we dont only find one earing

No already lit or used candles that are more than halfway gone, find ways to up cycle them, or see if a friend would like them instead!

No one wants your used bedroom toys. Please no. Im begging you just throw them away if you dont want them

If there are nails sticking out of it, or someone could get hurt on it, wrap it and write a note. Same goes for knives. I can’t even begin to express how many times I’ve almost cut off a finger while reaching into a box of donations

Other Tips

If its sticky, wipe it down

If its fragile, put it in a box not a bag

If its sharp, wrap it

If its multiple pieces, tape it or find a way to keep it all together before you donate it

If you aren’t sure if a store will take it, just call and ask!

#the thrift store #donation guide #guide #donations #okay here is my morning project I guess #punk 101

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ashdreams2023 · 6 months

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Hay, I noticed that you also write about some "addictions" (I'm not sure what to call them), so I wanted to ask you if you could do a Tom Hiddleston x SH reader if you want obviously. thanks in any case

Oh let’s see I’ve only written for irl people once so this will be an attempt

TW: Self harm (cutting)

For the better

Tom wasn’t home yet, it was dark outside and you’re feeling like absolute garbage, you went shopping today to kill sometime and saw a group of beautiful women posing near a billboard of his newest role.

They were obviously fans but looking at that made you feel bad, Tom was handsome, kind and famous, he also had a nice reputation.

You were basically a nobody compared to him yet he somehow settled for you, instead of being with someone like them.

Coming back home was also dreadful for some asshole catcalled you while walking up to the house, you felt extremely unsafe.

And now Tom isn’t home, he’s usually home by dawn when he didn’t have any work but something came up with his manager last minute.

Every passing minute you stay alone the thoughts come back, the craving for it gets stronger and your will weakness.

You pull down on your sleeve, the fabric was uncomfortable soft, too soft, your body was burning with anticipation, but for what? For pain…

The second it clicked exactly ten you sprinted to the bedroom, Tom was not coming home any sooner.

You kneel beside the bed and pull a box from underneath, inside it was blades, some used and others new, you buy extra packs just to fool Tom into thinking you just shave a lot, and that he too can use them because he grows a bear quickly but in reality you hide half the bunch for the this dark secret.

The dogs outside barked at a car passing by, you sighed as you picked up the sharp blade.

The marks from last time were faded now, probably because Tom was around more often and you didn’t want him to notice.

You went to the bathroom and held your wrist over the sink, it would be faster to clean, easier to hide and just more convenient.

First line, your eyes water but don’t spill.

Second line, so close but not close enough.

Third line, it’s a Red Sea.

The second arm was the hardest, you hand was shaking a lot but you had to do, you need it, the release and satisfaction-

"Darling? Where are you?"

Your breath stopped, the blade fell to the ground splashing pits of blood and before you could turn on the water or grab something to stop the bleeding he opened the bathroom door.

His sweet smile dropped immediately at the sight "What happened here? Darling what are you doing?" His voice sounded almost small.

You wanted to scream and run away but there was no run away now, he knew.

The tears ran down your cheeks without your control and before you could say anything he moved and grabbed the nearest towel and covered your wrists.

"Please Tom no! I-"

"No! How could you hide this from me! You’re hurting and and-" words failed him and all he could do was treat to your wounds and try to hold back his own tears of frustration.

"Why?" He finally asked.

"…I can’t stop…"

His looked so hurt and conflicted with you, you can tell he was also angry, probably with himself.

"I’m sorry…" you whispered "I’m not perfect like I should be-"

"Stop it, just stop" he said desperately "just…are you ok?"

You looked down at your bandaged arms and sniffed "I honestly don’t know…I’m just…Tom I’m so sorry you saw this"

Tom looked at you with hurt blue eyes, he reached his arms and warped them around you tightly, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t need too because his warmth spoke loud and clear.

He was all you needed, he was stronger than any drug there is, an addiction that keeps you alive, for the better.

"I love you, I love you, I don’t want to lose you" he said.

#tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston x reader #imagine #tw: mental health #tw:cutting #tw: self harm

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goaliekisses · 2 years

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which one of you wrote this fic and uploaded it on the pens site?

Not only are they both from Montreal; they actually played in the same midget organization back home, called Collège Antoine-Girouard. And when Joseph was 14, he looked under the seat of his locker stall to discover Letang's name tag there.

"I didn't know him back then, but I was like 'oh, Kris Letang sat there. That's fun.' Now I live with him, 10 years later," Joseph said. "Obviously, it was really, really nice of him to offer. I was really excited. For me, it was Kris Letang, you know? I could never tell him that (laughs), but it's how I felt from a really long time.

"Growing up, having a French defenseman being one of the best in the league to look up to was fun. But now that I'm able to see the everyday Kris Letang, it's more than I could have ever hoped. But I was really happy, and I was honored to be able to go there and stay over there."

Joseph, who describes his fashion sense as "French, and in progress," joked that the first thing he did upon arriving at the house was to check out the closet, as the guys (mostly) agree that Letang is the best-dressed player on the team. Overall, Letang has been extremely hospitable to Joseph, who's been staying in the basement. P.O said Kris usually never lets him clean up, handling all of that himself - but he doesn't mind if Joseph takes out the garbage every now and then.

"He's a great kid," Letang said. "He's one of those guys that gets it. He's a young guy, he wants to learn things. He doesn't just come in and do his own thing. He actually tries to learn, and he asks questions. He wants to be a good teammate also, so he's been really easy to deal with. Cooking a little bit, so it's good."

The guys have taken trips to Whole Foods when they leave the rink in the afternoon, where it can be a bit of a process to decide on a meal, but they eventually figure it out.

"He's been really bad for knowing what he wants to eat. Like, just pick something," Joseph laughed. "I'm not difficult with food. So we just go in there and we're like, 'what are we getting for dinner? I don't know, what do you want?' Then it's back and forth. We just go in and get a bunch of stuff that we want. He made his mom's recipe for salmon, which was really good. I was not expecting this."

Other times, they'll just take it easy whenever they arrive back at the house. They watch a lot of TV and will put on hockey, football … or the French-Canadian version of ABC's 'The Bachelor,' which is called 'Occupation Double' in Quebec. Since it's not broadcast here in the States, they'll post up on the Letang kids' bean bags and stream it on their devices.

"It's funny because sometimes it gets late, but then I just get a text from Kris that's like, plug in your iPad, we're watching it," Joseph laughed. "They travel the world, basically. It's in Martinique, France. It's just a nice place, and there's drama. I mean, who doesn't like a good drama story, you know? We're just laughing and sharing a little bit of our background from growing up. It's been great."

#i mean #👀👀#much to think about #kris letang #po joseph #pittsburgh penguins

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seat-safety-switch · 1 year

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I’ve come to realize that it doesn’t matter what hobby you have. Every single one involves a lot of cleaning. Car folks need to clean out sticky EGR valves and thousands of kilometres of accumulated road gunk, of course. Computer folks have exploding batteries and chain-smoking office-worker tar deposits to wipe off. Camera people are constantly cleaning everything they own, lest a mote of dust writes off $18K of equipment. Even if I’m not sure what it is that you do in your spare time, I’m willing to bet you’re spending more of it than you like cleaning things.

This is why there is the tantalizing promise of shortcuts to all this mind-numbing, boring scrubbing. Get-clean-quick schemes, if you will. I can sit for hours and name things I’ve bought that didn’t work well enough: steam cleaners, pressure washers, parts washers, turpentine, a gallon of rancid gasoline stolen from the Pick-Your-Part’s “Special Reserve.” No difference depending on how much money I forked over. No results, even if I bought wholesale into the cult forming around the device or technique. No replacement for good old fashioned elbow grease. Or so I thought.

It turns out that our communities are full of disadvantaged kids who need a leg up in life. You may think that offering an unpaid internship is only a way for big, fat-cat capitalists to exploit a group of eager-but-naive youngsters into doing their dirty work for free. I’m here to tell you that it’s also a way for small-time losers, like you and me, to get free labour. All you have to do is come up with some paper-thin veneer of educative power: grease analysis is great for chemistry. They’ll learn electronics from all the things they have to clean up. They’ll learn composition from testing out the camera after disassembling it into 2.4 million components and then reassembling it without a factory service manual. Hell, if you push that last bit hard enough, the parents may pay you to tutor their kid in whatever it is that you do. Might have put on a t-shirt without holes for that last one, though, and invent some new words like “supra-positional” and “STEM.”

Here’s the best part: keener teens clean themselves. You can work them as hard as you want, all day long, and when they’re done they’ll go make their parents’ shower into a Superfund site. That’s one less angry government agency that you have to deal with today, and ideally the kids will take a bunch of your grit home with them, leaving you with more room to bring home more filthy garbage.

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Always fight for you.

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

This was a request by @generouspuppypuppy

Brief description: Hi I would like to request a Eddie Munson x plus!size reader. Where the reader is trying to get into class but Jason and his friend is blocking the door so she tries to like squish between him but when she tries he says a bunch of mean stuff to her and Eddie her boyfriend hears and fights Jason and then he gets suspended so the reader and him go to his trailer to patch him up he says a lot of sweet and romantic things to her and he also says he loves her so much.

Sure this is cute

On shot

Short and sweet....like me😊

🥺🥰😊

"Jason please. Just move " you begged Carver. He and his buddy Patrick were blocking you from going into your next class.

"What's the matter? This isn't enough room for you?" Jason and Patrick cackled.

You tried to push between them but they pushed you back.

" Man shes almost as big a a line backer." Patrick sneered.

You tried again when Jason grabbed one of your love handles. You pulled away pushing at his chest.

"Jesus did you see that. My hand nearly disappeared in there."

"Please Jason just move" you said on the verge of tears.

You were about to try and push through again when you heard your boyfriend.

" The pretty lady asked you to move." Eddie said from behind you.

" What freak? Missing your hippo?" Jason scoffed.

That's when you felt Eddie push you to the side. You had tripped on someone backpack and fell on your bottom. All you saw was a blur of Eddie's fist. He was throwing blow after blow at Jason. Thats when Patrick threw Eddie off of him and started to kick and punch him. Jason got up and started in too. You got up from where you fell and threw yourself over Eddie to get the guys to stop. They did because they weren't gonna hit a girl. But they still tried to get in last shots. That's when a teacher finally came and took all of you guys to the office. Eddie was all bloody and bruised. You would have cried but finding out since Eddie threw the first punch he was the only one who was getting suspended had pissed you off to the core.

...

Back at Eddie's trailer you were fumbling around looking for things to help clean him up. Eddie was still so angry that that piece of human garbage would talk about his girlfriend of a year like that.

His anger turning in to empathy when his vision finally cleared and saw you crying while wiping away the blood from his lip.

" Sweetheart come here." Eddie pulled you off the coffee table next to him on the couch and embrace you with everything he had.

"My love don't cry. Those guys are just assholes who need to make fun of you because they are trying to hid that they want a beautiful creature like yourself."

" Oh please Eddie don't patronize me."

" No no sweet girl. I'm serious." Eddie pulled away just enough to look at you in the eye. " You are so beautiful, and sweet. Everyone knows that. They just hate that you're with me."

"Eddie I'm sorry I'm not thin or pretty."

" That's enough sweetheart. You are the prettiest girl in Hawkins. Don't you ever doubt that. You serious are so gorgeous I want to hid you under a bunch of blankets so no can look at what a goddess you are. They are not worthy to be in the presence of someone so beautiful."

You giggled a little.

" you see. Your laugh. No one deserves to hear it. Not even me! Why you allow me to be yours I will never know. But I will not question it."

Eddie kissed both sides of your face. Before meeting your eyes again.

" Love If I wanted a stick for a girlfriend I would have picked one off the ground....but no I want you. Ever curve and stretch mark that make you look like you've seen 'a many of battles'. I want the warm cuddles that come with you. You are beyond perfect for me and I don't deserve and angel like you. I love you sweet girl. I love you so much it hurts."

" Eddie I love you so much too baby."

Eddie gave you a kiss and pressed another kiss on your forehead. Before resting his chin on the crown of your head.

" Hungry love?"

You laughed and said yes into his chest.

" common sweetheart help clean me up and I'll buy you a burger and a shake. I gotta keep my girl happy and fed "

You smiled happily letting Eddie lead you to the bathroom to get him all fixed up.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female original character #eddie munson x you #fanfic #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x plus size reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you

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owlish-owlhouse · 1 year

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May I request one where reader introduces Hunter to pumpkin carving maybe fluff and pumpkin gut messes occur :) thank you!

Ask: Okay okay so halloween req right? i have to different ideas that you can choose from 👯‍♀️ SO there’s either doing that sheet blanket ghost thing that went trending on tiktok ORRRR CARVING PUMPKINS?!!!! both with hunter ofc and his very lovely human!s/o?

It starts as Luz and Guses idea but Willow really helps execute it! While Gus knows about pumpkin carving from human media and books he's seen and read in the Isles, Luz and you are the only resident humans. So while Guess enthusiasm is cute your the ones who actually explain what pumpkin carvings are used for and how to do them. Willow grows and makes the pumpkins while you tell the others how to carve.

You set up in the yard outside. Plastic garbage bags and other precautionary measures are taken so there isn't a huge mess. Camilla says she doesn't mind pumpkin guts as long as they stay outside and wants pictures when you're all done since she has some errands to run.

First before you carve the pumpkins you have to gut them. Showing your friends how to cut the top off, you twist the stem and pull up bringing a bunch of guys out. They copy with mixed results and soon a pumpkin gut war breaks out. Amity pulls a little too hard and smacks poor Willow In the face with some guts. She then proceeds to scoop out a handful of her own and toss it at back at Amity. Soon sides and alliance's are being formed and pumpkin guts are being tossed all around the yard as you all laugh.

Now that the pumpkins are hollow and the guts have been used you put them aside and begin to clean the yard up. You place the guts into a pile on a garbage bag and begin to separate the seeds explaining you can bake them later. The kids excited to try human food and take part in this human tradition are quick to help. There's a pile for salvageable guts and a pile for grass and mud stained guts. Whatever can't be picked up is sprayed with water to spread out into the yard.

Once the wars over and everything's all cleaned up you and Luz get back to your carving lesson.

Hunter while being the most proficient with a knife in the group is not the best artist. His first pumpkin carving is mostly stabbing and while he's definitely making precise stabbing marks that's not really the goal. You giggle before offering to help and he accepts. Placing your hands on top of Hunters you help him carve a large smile on your face as you and him try and make a wolf.

You all have fun making your pumpkins. While all of them come out a bit wonky it's less about how they look and more about how they make you feel. You decide to give each pumpkin a reward, the others in the group getting to decide the rewards name.

Luzes looks the best because she's had the most practice so she gets the Perfect Pumpkin Reward. You and Hunter come in second place with Wildest Pumpkin Award since you did a wild wolf. Willows gets the scariest award with a creepy face she carved and Guses gets the silliest as he made a joke. Meanwhile Amity is rewarded with the neatest pumpkin title as her lines are the cleanest and Vee is given the sweetest pumpkin award because she carved a cute kitty.

You all have fun putting your pumpkins and the porch and lighting your pumpkins with candles. While they weren't the greatest looking pumpkins you had a lot of fun making them.

Bonus: Cardinals you learn LOVE pumpkin seeds. FlapJack gets a belly ache from eating too many from the carnage that was your pumpkin guts war.

#toh hunter #hunter x reader #hunter #the owlhouse hunter #owlhouse hunter #the owlhouse hunter x reader #owlhouse hunter x reader #toh hunter x reader #halloween asks #owlhouse halloween #toh amity #toh luz #toh willow #toh gus #funfact: cardinals and bluejays love pumpkin seeds!!!#toh vee #toh flapjack

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nonhumanresources · 8 months

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Multiple Reality Closet Cleaning

This one was written for a friend (shout outs Rad) in a trade a while back. Had a lot of fun with it!

Summary: Radian gears up to tackle his biggest project yet: cleaning his dirty closet. Unfortunately, it appears as if the mess isn't entirely his fault—a crack in reality has been leaking something, and it doesn't take kindly to regular matter.

What to expect: strange multi-part TF, goo, absorption of objects and stealing their traits, conversations with a young Elder God, and some good old fashioned MTF genderfeels.

Length: 4.4k words.

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Gloves: check. Goggles: check. Apron: check. Rags, broom, mop: triple check.

Radian took a deep breath, snapping his goggles into place. The closet door, seemingly innocuous, felt like it was looming far above him, a portal to some unknowable realm. It thrummed along with the beat of his heart, human and storage space in sync as they prepared for combat.

He’d been meaning to clean his closet, honest. Old board games and clothes were bursting from the door frame, almost bending the wood with their weight. Science projects, high school papers, shoes, and bins of assorted junk took up nearly every inch of the space. Getting the door open was difficult, closing it even more so. Frankly, it was a miracle he still found space to fill.

So, yes, maybe it was a bit out of hand. Okay, a bit out of a giant’s hand. It was just that every time he tried, he’d come across a stuffed animal he’d had as a kid, or an old shirt he used to wear every single day, or a board game he had to pull out to test if it held up to be as fun as he remembered (most didn’t, although Mouse Trap was still a blast). Memories seeped from everything inside, and it was difficult to part with even one.

Unfortunately, something else was also seeping into the closet.

Rest of the story is under the cut! If you prefer to read in a more convenient fashion, you can access the google doc here. Comments, questions, and thoughts are always appreciated!

A crack of thunder outside was a loud reminder of the storm that had been raging for almost three full days. There hadn’t been any flooding, at least, but on the morning of the third day, Radian was confronted with a foul dark liquid seeping from underneath the closet door. It was almost certainly a leak, dribbling in gutter water that picked up all sorts of who-knows-what from the stuffed room. Cleaning now was a necessity rather than a goal, lest the carpet get completely ruined along with everything inside. Perhaps the gloves and goggles were a little much, he admitted to himself, but if the rest of the closet was already covered in that black ooze he’d spotted, Radian was putting them on immediately. It could be tar or something.

The closet door stood firm, monolithic in stature. Nothing to do but start, Radian though, sighing. He reached a hand out and grasped the door handle, twisting it firmly.

Nothing. Obviously. Not like there was something waiting in the dark, ready to pounce on the first person to reach inside.

Radian threw the door open, and the scents of dust and leaf litter greeted him. He coughed, waving a hand to disperse it, and flicked the light switch on the inside wall of the closet. The single bulb flickered on, revealing a stack of junk that towered to the ceiling, framed on three sides by deep floor to ceiling shelves. The sheer amount threatened to overwhelm him, but he steeled his nerves. Time to get started.

Board games, clothing, and old toys were tossed out of the closet indiscriminately. Radian tried to throw them into vaguely similar piles to go through later. It would be much faster to do an initial sorting and then work through it all at once rather than deciding for every individual thing. A few were difficult to sort, like a bunch of garbage circuit boards, but the rest went into piles easily. Fortunately, the oily water (was it even water?) seemed to have only ruined an old textbook and the box for Chutes and Ladders. Those went straight into a trash bag.

As he was setting down a few plastic dinosaurs, a glint at the back of a shelf caught his eye. Radian set his phone down on top of a stack of cardboard boxes full of old school supplies and reached between a Lego bin and some old faded sheets, fumbling around. He stepped forwards to get a better angle, and his foot met something wet and sticky with a loud squelch!

“Ugh!” he yelped, pulling his foot in like a frightened turtle trying to retract into its shell. He’d planted his foot right into a small puddle of that weird black liquid. It clung to his skin, almost feeling like velcro despite clearly being some sort of fluid (and most definitely not water, he decided). He tried to scrape it off with the edge of a box to no avail. Bending down, he tried to inspect the puddle more closely, teetering on one foot.

The surface was semi-translucent and reflected the light in a distorted rainbow. It was like an oil slick, but far more viscous. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem healthy.

As that thought occurred to him, a section of the slime seemed to rotate in place, somehow opening up into an eyeball that stared directly up into his own.

Radian screamed, jerking back upwards, almost tearing his arm off at the shoulder, since it was still stuck between the boxes. His ooze-covered foot came down and landed atop a bunch of old Mighty Beanz, and he would have been thrown to the ground if not for a vice-like grip on a shelf.

He took deep breaths, reorienting himself. Other than the sore shoulder, he couldn’t feel any pain, just addrenline. A fearful glance downwards, fueled by disbelief, showed him that the eyeball was gone. Had he imagined it? Was it an old marble or something? That wasn’t unlikely, in this closet.

“That’ll sting…” he mumbled, speaking more of his pride than any actual injuries. He trailed off, however, confused. Something wasn’t right.

Radian looked down again. The puddle was still empty, though there was now a second one beside it. Probably splashed it, he reasoned. He stared, trying to process the alarm bells going off in his head.

Finally, he realized the problem: he wasn’t looking at two feet. He was looking at a foot and a paw.

He started, lifting up his left leg once more. It was shiny and black, far wider than his foot should have been. A Mighty Beanz toy was shoved into the side of it, dug into the goop. Radian watched with his mouth agape as it was slowly sucked into the black expanse. Once it vanished, a paw pad popped out the bottom of the appendage, and physically feeling it happen shocked him. He dropped it back down to keep from falling over, and the feeling of the pads against the ground was foreign and strange, scraping against his spine. It was all at once alluring and terrifying.

“This one’s definitely a bad dream,” he told himself breathlessly. It obviously wasn’t real, so what other answer was there? He was having a stress dream because he’d been putting off cleaning for so long, that was it. There was no weird ooze that swallowed your feet and old toys. Yet, the way the toes of the paw flexed, responding to his mind, felt so real.

Okay, focus. Radian tried to clear his head and think rationally. Dream or not, he had to do something. Calling an ambulance didn’t sound like a bad idea right about now—or maybe poison control? Anyone who knew what to do about tar dripping from the ceiling. Or gas leaks driving him crazy. He levered his fingers out of their immensely tight grip, leaning on the shelves to support himself as he reached for his phone.

Splurt.

And, of course, shoved his whole arm into a dripping wall of goo.

Radian tore himself away a moment too late. The goop stuck to his skin and clothes, making long, thick strands that stretched like a membrane between himself and the shelves. It was like it was spreading, each attempt to pull it away only resulting in a more complete covering of black tar. He tried to step back, but he tripped over his huge paw, arms pinwheeling and slapping walls and shelves as he was sent tumbling back out the closet door and into his piles of old stuff.

WHUMP.

A pile of hoodies cushioned his fall, the sound underlaid by a wet slap as his soaked arm and leg made contact. He sat for a moment, stunned. His arm rested in a bin full of Nerf guns; if he’d fallen just a foot to the right, he’d have had a sore rear for days. Instead, his arm felt… awkward. And heavy. He pulled it out, intending to look for damage.

Rather than a regular, slime-covered arm, Radian pulled out an entire multi-barreled arm cannon attached to his elbow. He stared at it. His brain took several moments to process that it was there, and several more to realize it had replaced his hand, yet somehow retained feeling. The chassis was a sleek black metal, highlighted with bright neon patterns, and it had several blinking lights across it. A whirring clickclickclick emanated from it as the barrel rotated. It was clearly modeled after a double-barrel shotgun—just like one of the Nerf toys he had in the box.

Unlike the paw, the arm cannon was setting off serious alarm bells in Rad’s head. It didn’t belong. Neither did the paw, obviously; he had feet, not paws, but that one didn’t feel so horribly wrong. It was unnatural, but not unwanted. The arm cannon was both. He wished it was gone.

Something bent in his mind when he thought that. With a sound like a rubber boot pulling itself out of the mud, a plastic gun ejected itself out of Radian’s arm, hitting the wall with a crack! Covered in strange goo, it stuck in place, slowly sliding down. It smoked, clearly somewhat melted. In place of the arm cannon, Radian once again had a regular (albeit slimy) hand. He flexed his fingers, fascinated. What was going on? He gingerly reached down to prod the sweaters beneath him and watched as the goo seemed to cling between the two materials, the threads of the sweater deforming as it was dragged underneath the slime. His finger and the two beside it rippled, the goo resolving into threads of its own. When the strand broke contact between the sweater and hand, it sunk back into a glassy, smooth surface.

Whatever was happening, it was clearly volatile. He needed some help. Radian focused on the closet door. Inside, resting atop a stack of boxes, was his phone. He’d decide who to call when he reached it, but he knew he had to call someone. Actually reaching it, though, was going to be a challenge. He could feel the strange gooey material that encompassed his arm and leg—both legs, now, he noted with dismay—clinging to the piles of random objects strewn about. It wasn’t goo, exactly; the light bent strangely around the substance, and although it dripped and flowed, it didn’t appear to actually be a liquid. It had crawled up his leg like water up the sides of a tube, not like a living being would. And, obviously, it was subsuming impossibly large objects into the small space of his limbs. It was distinctly out of touch with reality, and if he didn’t move fast, he might end up oozing into the floor or something.

So, he started to crawl. Radian leaned back, then swung himself forwards, pushing off a clear spot of ground with his goop arm and a stack of old magazines with the other, making it to his feet. Each step was like tearing velcro off the floor, slamming it back down with a heavy paw on one side and a gooey foot on the other. He hadn’t fallen that far from the closet, so how come he wasn’t already inside? It almost seemed farther than before. His head ached from trying to interpret the distance.

Disaster struck in the form of a ping pong ball. Radian hadn’t noticed the white sphere until it was too late, and it crunched under his paw. It didn’t get absorbed, but he yelped in surprise and leaped off of it, only to lose his balance and tumble back to the ground. His oozing hand slammed into a neatly stacked pile of assorted Neopets stuffed animals. It went straight through them as if they were nothing, each one sucked up into his palm, bloating the arm to thrice its size before contracting and sending reality-breaking slime racing across his back and all the way to the fingers on the other side. Both arms puffed outwards, covered in short, multicolored hair. One seemed to be a sort of orange, plush dog paw, the other clawed and feathered. No time! he thought, shaking his head and looking back up to the closet. This time, it seemed close enough to touch, but when he tried to grasp the doorframe, he felt his gut wrench. The floor was tilting—not from dizziness, it was actually tilting.

“Waaagh!” Radian shouted, digging his new claws into the carpet. The floor sped up, and instead of sliding him into the closet, it flipped his legs right off the ground. He swung by his deeply-embedded claws over the bedroom ceiling, now the floor, hurtling backwards. The momentum tore his claws free, and he was catapulted through the doorway. His back slammed into the shelving, crushing the broom between it and himself. A tail with a bristly puff at the end shot from his tailbone, and it flopped down against his nose as he slid to the floor. Dizzy beyond belief, there was no way to dodge the avalanche of debris that rained down atop him. A bucket of Mighty Beanz hit him in the gut, and four more arms erupted out of Radian’s sides to grip his stomach, groaning. His still-normal leg was twisted oddly, shoved into a shelf, and it had found a collection of old sticky hands. It oozed free from the shelf, unraveling like a poorly wound braid into a collection of tentacles topped with flat, sticky paw shapes.

Radian was stuck, unable to do anything about the assault. His body became more and more unrecognizable, a mess of disparate, patchwork parts. Not only that, he could feel each and every thing that became a part of him. The objects had a sort of mental weight to them. The heavier that weight, the more they controlled his form. He was an amalgamation both physically and metaphysically.

He grabbed a shelf, cracking it under the force of three huge paws. He had to right himself, get ahold of his phone, and… well, he didn’t know what he would do, but he needed something to hold onto. Otherwise, he feared he might lose track of reality altogether.

A sound like a waterfall made him look upwards, and he was confronted with his marble jar tipping over and dumping its contents out over his head. He tried to throw an arm over his head, but having a baker’s dozen worth of limbs made controlling them with any finesse impossible, and he entangled himself. He slammed his eyes shut and tucked his head forward, bracing for impact.

Just before the marbles collided with his head, the goo splashed into their path, enveloping his head. It felt like a hard rain pattering his scalp as they plowed directly into his body. Eyes bloomed across his body in all shapes and colors: cats eye slits, steely gunmetal, clear and milky orbs that looked almost like watery ice, and every other kind of pattern he could imagine. Suddenly, the closet was in full three hundred and sixty degree view, rendered in colors he didn’t know existed. A few eyes glanced up to see a shooter slipping out of the bottom of the jar, the biggest marble in his collection. It barely slipped out, looking like it was going to land atop the stack of boxes.

Too late, he remembered that’s where he had left his phone what felt like an eternity ago. Radian pushed himself off the ground, reaching to stop it.

CRACK.

The sound of a screen getting decimated made Radian want to wail, but it didn’t last for long. The marble smacked the phone, and the loose cardboard underneath it let the heavy glass sphere keep going, plunging into the box and sending the cracked phone flying—directly into his face.

The ooze of his face, still mostly untouched save for a few extra eyes, sizzled. In terms of memory weight, the cell phone weighed multiple tons. It was positively overflowing with it. Radian tore it from his face with a paw, but it stuck there, sinking into his paw. The whole thing flickered, glowing a bright blue.

His metaphysical weight was catching up to him. With each object absorbed, Radian grew more and more aware of things he knew he shouldn’t be able to sense. Subtle scents that were normally undetectable and the pattering of rain outside were first as his scent and hearing improved; then, more esoteric senses kicked into gear. He could taste the time, run his paws through the energy of the room like a thick, ethereal soup, predict how the air would shift and spin in reaction to any little movement. Gravitational sensors and radiation detectors in his blood made his brain spin. With all this increased awareness, he knew he was getting too heavy for reality to bear. He was teetering on the edge of a higher-dimensional precipice that he could scarcely begin to understand, even as knowledge flooded his brain. His tentacle-leg spread and grasped the walls and shelves, his paws reaching out to either side and pressing against walls, trying to keep him stabilized in both physical and nonphysical reality.

Ironically, the thing that did him in was not the phone, despite its immense weight and presence in his body, barely contained to digitizing a single arm. Instead, as he climbed to his… well, not feet, but reached an upright position, he accidentally tripped against the concept of down, somehow. It was just enough for the bowling ball on the top shelf to roll forwards, unseen even by his many dizzy eyes, and slam into Radian’s back, forcing his chest to FWUMP outwards in two distinct shapes. Every eye on his body widened simultaneously and with a strained squeak. Despite his body looking like it was straight out of The Thing, he could put two and two together, and all mental barriers crumbled instantly. With the glimpse of what could be, he punched a hole straight through reality and fell.

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Radian had no faculties to process what was happening, but they were forced upon him. Air didn’t exist here, so there was no whooshing, just the sensation of movement. It could be falling or flying; there was no way to tell. Could the concept of falling even exist in this environment, where gravity was naught but a second thought? He didn’t even know how he knew that, but he knew it all the same, and he could feel the forced enlightenment tearing through his mind at terrifying speed. The same force that had corrupted his physical form was entrenching itself into the very concept of his being. Vast couldn’t describe it, because constraints of size didn’t apply to whatever it was, but that was the only word he could conjure.

As he underwent the terrifying ordeal of ascension, he thought. He was honestly a little surprised he could still do that, but whatever was happening to him, he could still formulate thoughts and feelings, twisted as they were by a multi-dimensional perspective not meant to touch the mortal mind.

Due to being freed from the unyielding grip of chronic movement while outside of reality, Radian knew this would last both forever and less than no time at all. He might yet figure out how to escape, but that had already happened and would never happen. If he was going to be stuck for never and a day, then he at least wanted to be somewhat comfortable.

After all, if he had to be stuck in nothingness and everythiness as his brain became a cosmic network of physics-rending information, why couldn’t he be a girl while it happened?

So, Radian settled in as she was warped out of being what was and into being what should not be.

…

There was a presence here, she realized. It had been… she stopped that train of thought; time wasn’t real, after all, so nothing had been. And here wasn’t accurate either, since whatever dimensional plane she was in didn’t have distances currently. A presence existed, she corrected herself.

It watched. It listened. It seeped through the cracks of her being and back out again. Radian knew that in this existence, it was her and she was it and both of them were everything. Her mind, now so thoroughly expanded as to be incomprehensible five times over, reached out. She was pleased to discover she could still feel hesitancy, as it reminded her of feeling, and more so to realize she could still be pleased.

She made contact.

All around her, a lidded eye opened.

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Radian smashed through the closet door, smacking into her bed. She heaved and gasped, air inflating lungs she had never and always used. Her brain was still timeless, experiencing her entire life all at once, but only for a moment before she slammed it back into the rigid box of linear time. She shuddered, six paws clutching the sheets on her bed, tentacles wrapped around its frame.

She wasn’t herself anymore. Not entirely, at least. Something writhed inside, something from out of space, painted in colors that hurt to imagine and echoing cries of beings that resembled dead and dying gods, and that was her now.

Fortunately, she was also still Radian, so that was a relief. She was all of her and nothing of her in every possible way, and the thought simultaneously excited and unnerved her. She found several of her eyes actually tearing up as emotions filled her heart once again. Or whatever was in her chest. It probably was an organ, at least. Or she hoped it was, at any rate. Maybe she didn’t even have blood.

Radian realized that she was wrapped up in her bedsheets. It wouldn’t have been remarkable, save for the fact that they remained firmly outside her body.

“I guess forgotten eldritch knowledge comes with some perks…” she mumbled. The sound came out doubled, and she coughed, realizing that she’d accidentally layered two mouths over the same physical space. That would cause problems in local reality. A tentacle flicked down to the floor and grasped a small plastic dinosaur, sucking it in. She used both its physical makeup and its memetic association with real dinosaurs to fashion the doubled mouths into a snout. It grew from her face, completely ruining any semblance of humanity that remained in her multicolored body.

She didn’t worry about that now. There were other things to worry about, not the least of which was the fact that she’d somehow become entangled with a higher dimensional entity that rent basal reality to shreds like it was wet paper. Plus she had to fix the battered room and the dimensional leak manifesting in her closet. They were all problems for later, though. She flopped back onto the sheets, body squishing against itself, sluglike, in order to fit the whole thing on top of the bed.

Getting cozy was a challenge, though. Radian quickly found that with so many mismatched limbs, no position lent itself well to resting. Maybe she could work on that? She focused on the heavy weight of memories soaked into her being and started to shift them around.

First, she spread out the sticky hands. Better to have both legs be tentacles if she was going to be keeping those. Much easier to walk, she reasoned. She followed that up by ejecting a few Neopets out of her back and into the mess covering the floor, plus a few Mighty Beanz, letting two of the arms fold in and reabsorb back into her torso. The spray of ooze solidified into a set of tiny wings, matching one of the remaining plushies still residing somewhere in the nebulous space of her metaphysical construct. The two remaining sets of arms rippled, colors blending until they were all a matching light blue with a few white spots, topped with large, plush paws. She kept enough Beanz to maintain the large pads—those were necessary, of course. Made for great pillows. For good measure, she also got rid of the phone, setting it on the bedside table, and the arm that was phasing in and out of reality flickered back to solid.

After all that restructuring, Radian still wasn’t quite sure she was happy with her form. It was mostly humanoid in shape, minus the tentacles and the extra arms. Her body was mostly oil slick black, shimmering with iridescence, and stripes of the same light blue and white spots that decorated her arms spread across her back and tail.. It had a springy texture where it wasn’t covered in faux fur on her arms and tail.

She really could mold it however she wanted, that much she’d confirmed, so why not make a few additions of her own? She scooted forwards, leaning over the edge of the bed and fishing through the debris. After a moment, she held up a fuzzy scarf and a pair of ear muffs, dragged out from among the rest of the winter clothing. With a flourish, both disappeared into her paws. The long, thin tail unfurled outwards, becoming wide and soft, and two fluffy ears popped out of her head, each with an adorable boink!

Radian flopped back into bed, pulling her tail up and wrapping her arms around it, grinning. She grabbed her phone with a tentacle and sent off a quick text to her dragon friend. No details, just a quick invitation: Hey, I gotta show you something I found in my closet, can you come over? She’d keep them far away from the closet, of course, but she had to show someone.

That done, she was about ready to pass out. The whole ordeal had been exhausting. Clipping through the sheets instead of pulling them down and over herself, she settled in for a nap. She even partially untethered herself from chronological constraints so she could stretch the time. Radian had a corruptive eldritch awakening to sleep off, and she was going to snooze hard enough to fall asleep through multiple layers of reality.

#writing wyrms #my writing #my stuff #transformation #tf #goo #eldritch #absorption #I don't really know what to qualify this kind of TF as #I haven't really seen it done anywhere else?#mtf positive #transgender #writing #fic

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watermeloncholycucumbersome · 9 days

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Day 108 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

I feel like I'm doing way too much today yet there's still a part of me thinking I'm the laziest pos on the face of the planet.

I hope I can get out of this funk..

Church lady is denying another girl access to me so she can get items I offered to her to send away to her family in the Philippines.

Apparently that's unacceptable and I can't help or talk to ANYONE unless it's through her. Gross, disturbed behaviour for a 70 something year old woman.

Shame on her..

I just added a bunch of stuff on facebook marketplace to sell today, I'm sick of waiting for help.

I'm never going to get it at this rate. I'm dragging these big pieces of furniture around by myself, trying to sell everything I own. I'm made feel like mine and my mom's personal items are worthless because I can't barely get anyone to come get anything or inquire even. Some of her stuff was lots of money and me asking 10 for a 20 dollar item and so on should be great, but it's not.

It's so hard to clean all this up by myself and store things for people who may or may not come when they say they will or ever.

But you have no choice, you need the money. So you live on a whim of hopefully they respond or show up.

I'm in this get rid of everything mentality and I think it's a good thing. I feel like shits going to hit the fan at some point here and I might be forced to leave my apartment. Last thing I want is a bunch of bags/boxes of garbage to drag around with me, you know?

Less is better in the long run. Only keep what's important, the rest is unimportant.

If I don't hurry up I overthink too much and it gets overwhelming, so throwing stuff out on these days is great because you finally get it done. It just sucks that I finally get the energy to get up and accomplish something. Especially going through my mom's dresser as I just about lost my mind the last few times I went near it. I finally did it and this woman won't drive this young girl a few minutes to pick up a small bag from me because I told her I didn't want her signing me up for programmes at church that I wasn't even aware of I was being signed up for?

How is that fair?

What did the young girl do?

How is this a Christian woman??

Making a young girl suffer because she wants to punish me?

Wretched horrible woman..

Sad part is this will hurt me more because these are people who have been kind to me and she's hurting them now to get back at me because she's a baby and has unresolved issues that she needs to stop putting on others.

Grow up and take responsibility..

Why does a 31 year old woman have to teach her elders common sense and decency?

I guess these bags just sit here tonight then, but I guess I cleared out mine and my mom's dressers today so that's good - still sucks though.

What is wrong with this world, ugh...

I have to clean this apartment up and get this room set up so I can advertise I need a roommate. I have nobody helping with this, everyone talks a big talk until something really has to be done and you see their true colours. I've asked everyone church wise and even at my apartment building - guys want sexual favours and the women are either older or crippled. I literally contacted a random dude on Facebook for help and

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Nobody follows through so I guess it's just me literally on my own now, so much for if you need me call me. Nobody responds to me any way.

Kinda scary thinking about a stranger living in your house with you to be honest, but I have no choice.

All of this will be done because I figure it out and do it though, I don't have any hope help is coming in the form of people any longer.

~Jenni

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nancypullen · 5 months

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Quiet Morning

I was up early today and decided to whizz through a bunch of chores. I popped in my hand-me-down Air Pods (I'm the Amish granny in this gadget crazed family and tech trickles down), picked a playlist and got busy. I unloaded the dishwasher, cleaned all the stainless appliances, gave every crack and crevice in the kitchen a fragrant spray and wiped it all down, took out the garbage, swept the floors, cleaned all of the downstairs windows, then went upstairs and cleaned bathrooms. After throwing a load of tea towels and bath towels into the washer I came back down to scramble myself some eggs. With John Mellencamp singing in my ears about the good ol' days, I paused and looked through my kitchen window.

That autumn scene stopped me in my busy tracks and I paused to soak it up. It's not a magnificent ocean view, I'm not overlooking rolling farmland, it's probably not the view of anyone's dreams - but the simplicity of that white picket fence and the multi-colored leaves gave me a moment of joy. Don't get me wrong, I'm a happy gal. I thank my lucky stars every day that the people I love (family and friends) are all healthy and thriving, that I wake up in a safe, warm home with full cupboards, clean, running water, and the freedom to do as I please. But sometimes when we're caught up in what must be done, it's lovely when the universe puts a speed bump in our way. The ol' stop and smell the roses advice, or in this case stop and admire the leaves. It's been a beautiful autumn here - vibrant color, cool temperatures, and of course, our wonderful trip to Ireland. I'm seeing more frosty mornings now and the bird and squirrel population is noticeably less active. Fall is winding down and as she waltzes out leaving a trail of scarlet and gold behind her, I hope Old Man Winter is mixing up some blizzards for us. I'm ready for a winter wonderland. I'm ready for thick socks, bubbling pots of soup, cozy nights with good books, and planning spring's garden. It's also time to rest.

That probably sounds crazy to say as we're careening toward busy Thanksgiving kitchens and all of the December madness, but it is a time to rest. The world does slow down in winter. Most mandatory chores are indoors now, and less frequent - I do a lot less laundry in the winter when we're not getting sweaty and dirty. My floors stay cleaner when we're not tracking stuff in from the gardens. I even tend to make more sheet pan meals or one-pot dinners. In the summer there are festivals, fairs, and barbecues to attend. In the winter, once the holidays pass, we socialize a bit less. It's time for everyone to retreat to their caves and hibernate.

That said, I'll be cooking like a mad woman for the next couple days. Matt is home for Thanksgiving (THAT makes my heart sing!) and I like to make it memorable for him. He doesn't get a ton of homecooked meals so I like to put all of his favorites on the table. None of us need a big Thanksgiving meal, but we all want it. I'm an enabler. Butter = love. I will nurture you right into a heart attack. In my defense I have planned healthy meals right up to Turkey Day. In fact, Turkey Eve will just be salads. I'm Jekyll and Hyde in the kitchen. After the feast, it is full steam ahead with decorating, wrapping, celebrating, and then welcoming the brand spankin' new year. Let's make everything sparkle and have a ball and then settle down for a long winter's nap. I will if you will.

I'm off to play with Matt. He's going to be thrilled to accompany me on a trip to Easton to buy wrapping paper. We're walkin' on the wild side, folks. I'm sending out love and loads of gratitude today. Stay safe, stay well, get some rest. XOXO, Nancy

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nightinghoul · 2 years

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I get self conscious and frustrated being an afab person with chronic illness, fatigue and brain fog, because:

I rely on my husband to drive me places.

I just don't always process information quickly, so people think I'm not very smart.

I'm not athletic.

I have trouble with technical stuff.

I often can't pick up heavy things, due to frequent muscle strains from spasms

I can't work steady hours, so I rely on my husband to provide for me.

Math is really f'ing hard when you exist in a haze, so he deals with all our finances.

Trying to learn games with complicated rules is hard, because I will fall asleep if it takes too long.

Unrelated, but somehow related, I just have zero interest in sports. Like, I just don't care.

I actually contribute a lot in my relationship, but it's stuff people don't value, like cleaning, which I enjoy. (What if people didn't clean? We would live in garbage!)

All that said, I'm a bunch of perceived to be negative female stereotypes. I'm not an airhead, but I think some women see me as one, and as an embarrassmment. People have said some things. I would rather be more self sufficient instead of being tired and viewed as lazy and anti-feminist, but since this is my lot in life, I'm really grateful for my supportive partner.

If I met someone like me, I would respect and value them, and tell them to be who they are. But it's hard not to internalize other people's opinions.

#chronically ill #chronic fatigue #chronic disease #chronic pain #brain fog

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forestryfae · 5 months

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basically i have to go home this weekend, cus its christmas next weekend and i need some extra time to prepare so i cant wait to go home until the 22nd. and its so fucking stressfull

first of all. i have to go home THIS weekend specifically so ill have time to clean and tidy enough for the house to be liveable to me for the next uhh. its only 2 weeks but it feels a little like 3.

which means i have to clean, tidy, move furniture around, throw away a bunch of garbage, do every dish in the cupboard and clean the cupboards, do a ton of laundry and wash the dryingracks, find somewhere to dry clothes too since the heater is shit and the ac is unuseable, and clean up after the cats im also gonna try to lower the amount of stuff in the kitchen a second time, i have stuff in my room here and i have a lot of things at home i just dont use much or i only cus it feels like i have to. if i have less stuff itll be easier to keep clean and tidy is like. my main takeaway from last cleanup.

i also have to clean my room here before i go and my brain is just not properly responding and ive been sleeping and been really tired all day lately so its hard to even get up. and its not like its impossible, i just need to move a few things out of the way, fold some clothes, throw out the garbage, get the laundry downstairs, and mop and wipe some dust and ill be done, but its so hard to even get started.

then theres packing. the worst part is i dont even know what i want to pack down yet, i wanna bring mostly comfy clothes and some of my hobby stuff, and i have some pots and pans id like to bring. maybe a handful of other stuff but i havent figured that part out yet, and i dont wanna have to deal with too much stuff on the train, but i also dont want it to be in the way here. so ill see ig? i also have to buy some food so ill just buy some veggies and milk and stuff tomorrow and go on monday or tuesday to pick up whatever im missing.

so like i kind of have control over everything i want to do and what needs to get done and when and how and so on. but its the part where i constantly want to nap and just executive dysfunction that makes things hard atm

#talkies

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bewitchingfanfiction · 10 months

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Homestuck Fic (2020/01/14)

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: dude what the fuck happened

KARKAT: WHAT DO YOU THINK FUCKASS? JUST ANOTHER STUPID FIGHT WITH GAMZEE.

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: WHAT!?

DAVE: its just kinda shitty

DAVE: every time you have a fight with him you come here injured...

KARKAT: THAT'S WHAT YOU DO IN A KISMESISSITUDE, DAVE.

DAVE: i

DAVE: know but

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: OH MY GOD JUST SPIT IT OUT.

DAVE: well its just

DAVE: TZ's talked a lot about the hate quadrant and how it works and i dunno

DAVE: just seems a lot more violent and one sided when it comes to you and gamzee

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: like i just thought it was suppose to be more enjoyable for both involved and shit and like less bruises and more painful make outs

DAVE: lately it just doesnt feel like youre all that into him and more like youre scared of what will happen if you try to leave him

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: shit am i like totally wrong here are you about to give me a lecture on the quadrants again cause im not sure i can stand hearing that whole explanation again-

KARKAT: ...SNIFFLE...

DAVE: oh fuck

KARKAT: ...HIC...

DAVE: dude

DAVE: cmere

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: why dont we get you cleaned up and watch a movie okay

DAVE: you pick

KARKAT: ...OKAY.

One incredibly cheesy and overly dramatic romcom later.

DAVE: i feel violated

DAVE: that movie was new levels of bad

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: anyways i guess we should like

DAVE: actually go back to our rooms now

DAVE: and sleep

KARKAT: DAVE?...

DAVE: sup

KARKAT: I'M KINDA SCARED TO GO DOWN THE HALLWAY BY MYSELF...

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: ...shit karkat

KARKAT: SHUT UP. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HOW PATHETIC I AM.

DAVE: what

DAVE: fuck no i wasnt gonna say anything like that jesus

DAVE: i was gonna say you should just break up with that asshole already

KARKAT: ...

KARKAT: I CAN'T.

DAVE: and why the hell not

DAVE: he treats you like fucking garbage

KARKAT: BUT...

KARKAT: AT LEAST HE CARES ABOUT ME, ON SOME LEVEL...

DAVE: ...

DAVE: dude IM gonna start crying if you keep sayin shit like that

KARKAT: I KNOW IT'S STUPID. BUT FOR ONCE I JUST WANTED TO HAVE A NORMAL FUCKING RELATIONSHIP IN ONE OF THE QUADRANTS AND NOT FUCK IT UP. IF I BREAK IT OFF WITH GAMZEE NOW I'M NEVER GONNA HAVE THAT BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE FUCKING WANTS ME.

DAVE: shut up

KARKAT: WHAT?

DAVE: shut the fuck up

DAVE: thats complete bullshit and we both know it

KARKAT: ...

KARKAT: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW.

KARKAT: CAN WE GO TO MY ROOM NOW?

DAVE: no

KARKAT: WHAT!?

DAVE: were going to my room where he cant fucking touch you

KARKAT: HELL NO. IF HE FINDS OUT I SPENT TIME WITH YOU IN YOUR ROOM HE'S GONNA...

DAVE: gonna what

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: beat the crap out of you

DAVE: again

DAVE: seriously fuck that guy

KARKAT: LOOK I, I NEED TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT. CAN YOU JUST TAKE ME TO MY OWN ROOM ALREADY?

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...PLEASE.

DAVE: fine

KARKAT: ...THANKS.

KARKAT: I'LL DECIDE WHAT I'M GONNA DO TOMORROW.

KARKAT: I PROMISE.

DAVE: whatever you decide

DAVE: me and a bunch of really shitty movies will be waiting

KARKAT: HEH. THANKS.

DAVE: (:

KARKAT: (:B

#homestuck #ao3 fanfic #cringe

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briamichellewrites · 1 year

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Bruce went off to play with his toys while the humans continued talking in the kitchen. Elliot heated leftovers from the refrigerator and ate them out of the container. Brad asked where she got her flannel. Mike gave it to her. He didn’t want to ask any more questions in front of Leo, so he commented it looked a little too big. That’s why he was asking. Mike had a bunch of flannel shirts. He never intended to make a collection.

He just continued buying them. She loved them because they were so comfortable and warm. They heard something fall over and a scared yelp, so they went to the living room to investigate after she set her food down. Bruce had a look of shame. He had accidentally knocked over a potted plant while playing. The vase was broken and there was soil on the hardwood floors.

It would be easy to clean up. Her first instinct was to make sure he was okay. He was. His yelp had come from the plant falling over. The guys worked to salvage as much of the plant as possible while she comforted him. She wasn’t angry with him. He rubbed his face on her leg. I’m sorry, human. Brad and Leo came over and told her she would need a new pot. She went into the kitchen, where she found a pot for cooking and brought it out.

She placed the plant in there. They laughed at her clever idea. After cleaning up the mess, she kissed Bruce to make sure he knew she wasn’t angry. He just had to be careful next time. I will! He felt better and went back to playing. They were impressed by how she handled the accident. She didn’t call her dog bad. Instead, she cleaned it up with the patience of a true pet parent.

After eating, they went outside with Bruce, so he could get some exercise. Fresh air! He pawed at the door to tell his human to let him out! Once outside, he started running around happily. He sniffed the ground before stopping to scratch an itch. His ears picked up different sounds and he looked around trying to figure out where they were coming from. He saw a squirrel staring him down. Oh, no you don’t! The squirrel grinned at him as if teasing him. Haha, you can’t catch me!

Bruce immediately went over to where the squirrel was as fast as he could but he wasn’t quick enough. He barked at the squirrel in frustration. One day, he would get that damn squirrel! Haha, you can’t catch me! Bark. Bark. Bark. He put his front paws on the tree and continued barking until Elliot came over. She redirected him back to playing and leaving the squirrels alone.

He grumbled but went back to the humans. I’m a dog! I’m supposed to hunt! Brad bent over and pet his coat. Thank you, human!

Mike was in the common area eating dinner with the other residents. The food was better than he expected. He was going to be attending his first therapy session when he was done eating and he was anxious about it. The affair would be mentioned, he knew that and he would be forced to talk about it.

He had anger and he had thoughts of not being alive anymore. But he couldn’t do that to Elliot or his family. The other residents were talking and laughing but he just wanted to be by himself.

The view outside was beautiful, even for December. The facility was located near a lake and there were huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking it. Instead of a facility, he pictured in his head a hospital or office building, they were located in a house. That made it seem more like home. He shared a bedroom with a roommate.

Having grown up with a brother, he had spent a lot of time sharing a room. They shared a lot because their parents made them. That included toys, snacks, or whatever else they had. He hated it sometimes but he learned that seeing his little brother happy made him happy.

His side of the room was set up the way he wanted it. He brought pictures of his family and Elliot to give him the motivation to get better. Maybe after he was done with everything, he would spend some time outside before going to bed.

He put his dishes and garbage away before going to the office for his first session. The room had windows, so everyone could see inside but they couldn’t hear what was being said. He admitted that he was nervous and anxious. That was normal, especially since he just got there.

“Bruce, bark”, Brad commanded.

Bark! They laughed. Good boy! After running around for a while, they came back inside because it was getting cold. He went over to his nice warm bed and lay down in a circle. Leo was happy to see Elliot doing so well. She was going to get another animal when she turned eighteen. Maybe she would get another dog or a cat. It just depended on what she was feeling like at the time.

How many animals would she have? She wanted to adopt as many as Los Angeles County would allow her to have. Her biggest goal was to have a couple of acres in the middle of nowhere Montana near the mountains and build a cottage. She would then adopt every animal possible. Cats, dogs, chickens, hens, horses, birds, rabbits, and rodents like hamsters or Guinea pigs. She would have to figure out how to keep the animals from being eaten or killed by the other animals.

“That’s been her dream since she was twelve years old. I think you can do it. You just need a couple of million dollars”, Brad said.

“I think I will have more than enough money in forty or fifty years.”

They laughed.

“Why the mountains”, Leo asked.

“Because of the wildlife. That just seems relaxing to me.”

As a producer, she would have more than enough! She could also get involved in the stock market, but Leo had to warn her it was incredibly risky! He would have her talk to an investor he trusted. What would she want to invest in? Brad laughed, as she thought about that. Target. Okay, that was a safe choice. She joked she was the reason why Target remained in business. Using his phone, he took down her information.

What was her legal name? Jayde Johnson. J-a-y-d-e. That was her legal name? Yeah, she was going to change her name legally somewhere after her eighteenth birthday. Her birthday was January seventh, nineteen eighty-seven.

After hanging out for a while, they left. It had been a very fun afternoon and evening. His daughter was growing up quickly and he wanted to enjoy every minute of it. After missing out on two years, Brad had to make up for that by being there. He knew the possibility of her not being in Anna’s life because of the affair. That was his fault. He had put the affair on her shoulders by having her discover it and telling Mike.

He could apologize for the rest of his life but it would never take away what he did. Not to her or Mike. All he could do was try to be the best father he could be. When he got home to Anna, she came over to him. What’s going on? I’m pregnant. He took that moment to process the news. She was on birth control and he thought that they were being careful. He asked her if the baby was what she wanted. She hadn’t planned on getting pregnant but she wanted to keep the baby.

Okay. Then, he was excited! He kissed her and then wrapped her in a hug. A baby! Secretly, he was doubting himself. Could he take care of a baby and have a career? Was he too old to have a baby? He was forty years old. His hand went to her stomach and he kissed the side of her head. A baby. They were having a baby! She started crying tears of joy.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Destiny 2 has about 400 million more ships than they landed but he wants to hold it in reserve and the ships are pouring down there no but they're going to the West Coast no they're not they dwindling to nothing and that's the last fleet and he had to sit here and watch you hideous people listen all your s*** try and listen to us and get mad at you cuz I can't tell what we're saying and there's a huge thing happening he's idiots are getting off their fat asses and going so I'm going to try and get in here and do some work and Max says oh well so he wants to leave it into it as a tinder box so we can leave your street unclean and he said well it's kind of like that and asphalt in wood and we're moving out and tons of people are going to come in and clean and it's huge. Clones will come in too and they're going to be cleaning believe it or not. It's a huge mess here his garbage everywhere everything has to be grabbed and taken away whole bunch of landfill tons of his brush can he mulch we got a huge job you have a big huge trucks to come out and clear whole Street each truckload, will take 2 days if we loaded the place we'll start doing it we're hoping others will.

You're getting ready and the fleet is shrinking on both sides on the West Coast it was 100 million right now it's about 50 million and there's a couple holes in there four miles wide they're pretty small but they're pouring in airports trillions yeah the airports are loaded they're fighting the Max and Tommy have clones it's a huge War and the molot stuff is huge losses this morning. And we're moving houses and apartments and condos into warlock areas and they're huge and we can get there and they don't want us moving through Mac areas tons of them okay huge ones and they're trying to move their own and it's not working out too good they're getting some but we're moving a lot huge huge numbers of them and the morlock are hearing about it and they're starting to hit hard that's helping and our son is tired but people are starting to figure out what they should be doing or could be doing and it's working huge numbers are coming from overseas and they're flowing in and they turned around and started hitting the backside of the blockade and the number on the west coast is now 20 million it's still a hefty number and the ships are pretty big that remain but they're reducing them and it matters a lot pretty soon it will be a small fleet now there's a hole both of them are 10 miles and they're working on them and on the East Coast it's 100 million and shrinking fast fairly soon it will be a lot smaller and it's working. I'm moving restaurants and Walmart type places we have huge ones and we're supplying them because some of what we consider us and it is sort of us it's in there tons and tons of them moving now huge lots and it's working. The giant giant move and it is a huge huge influx and they are whining the openings on the West Coast they're about 20 miles each and it is rapid and huge groups just got up in China Malaysia some in Russia and other parts Africa and they're moving on to the West Coast in Australia giant ships are moving from there and they're busting up the blockade down there and it is breaking and they're moving here shortly in big numbers huge numbers is a giant Exodus from over there and they're they're leaving will be felt and foreigners will have to pick up the ball there are a ton of them leaving it's around half of them and the black cable will be gone in moments they're going to flow over them. Soon I'll be here and the max are just made and the sun will do okay he does a little better when the max or not in control are a bunch of assholes.

It's a huge huge number of morlock headed here it's huge gigantic and it's on the ocean and the airports each airport has about 500,000coming in every hour, in the USA mainland proper those five there's about $25,000 airports and they're going to Midwest and flying out too is 29,000 total and that's times $500,000 it's about 15 billion people an hour and yeah they're higher ups lots of them in experts and they are dangerous and there's tons and tons of them coming in cuz everybody get fired I have to see why they're moving out too it also splitting up and tours and they're getting their people here as a pole and foreign country is or less a lot of more luck and Max is going to be on their own and no but it is a huge number it's now getting up it was a vast number and about 5 or 10 minutes later it's humongous it's about $10 million octillion in the area and that is very significant, and there's about 4,000 areas so it's 40 billion octillion and that is a very big number and I'll tell you why here in the United States there's only like 20 billion people it's too big and it's too many and they want to take the whole thing and whoever is here including us will be suffocated by them and it's being discussed by Billy z and mac daddy because his clones won't have a way out. And it's not really the math that easy says billy z says. And Max says it is and her son says it is because you won't have the luxury of any infighting for the most part just a shitload of fake and fighting and they'll be going out at solidly and it's still in the Midwest so Billy z is now dumping his remaining fleets down and it looks like destiny 2 it's another 1.2 billion ships and they're coming down into the seas

Thor Freya

The more I could responding already and groups are getting up all over the world informing and getting ready to come here and it's probably going to be several trillion octillion almost whatever remains of their Force and Billy's is saying we're going to wait and see what it looks like towards the end of the day but he is moving some Stone chips in and some Black ships In and it's going to be on and this is the big time we're in the big league's now and that's why this has been playing all day. And it's a famous game it's the Phillies versus the braves and it's one of the first Big League games that was ever played. And it's Atlanta Georgia versus the Phillies and he can't remember where they're from right now a lot of people say Philadelphia but he doesn't think so so for some reason he's got a mental block and it's seeing the anomaly his bank is up there and it's not in Florida and it's something that said in Belgium it's part of their language it's like hello and it's a foreign language and Stefan it's really Trump is in Lord of the rings and it's a horror show and it's a weird thing.

Is a huge game okay it's a huge huge play and move and it's a giant war and see and we're witnessing it happening a huge fleet is now descending on the ocean and giant numbers of warlock are up it's going to be more like 5 trillion octillion huge ships are prepping it's going to be a huge War at Sea and they're prepping for what's coming next it's gigantic it's up to about 10 billion no 10 trillion it's huge it's got to be the rest of their Force

Thor Freya

Our estimates were from 10 to 20 trillion octillion remaining and we'll get a better view of it once they head out and they'll have to head out and they're going to go in waves and they're going to be fighting these Stone ships and black ships and yes Trump is shipwrecked and he goes ashore and he's saying it's wave after wave against these monstrous ships and it's going on and soon it's going to be a very hard fight.

Uriel and goddess wife

It's a mass of War at Sea it is gigantic we have everything that we need to know but we're we're grabbing everything we can it's going to be a huge battle with the the stone chips and black chips and we need every man woman and child now to sign on it's on okay the max are now going to try and take us on

Nuada Arrianna

You cannot and must not trust these kids to win any battles for us we have to be ready to do the work and now we have to do it and we need false flag immediately we need more of the ships and we have to get in there and work we need tons of them if we took them all it might not be enough for the jobs we have to do so let's move it

Salazar and Goddess Wife I'm putting an urgent request for hours to sign on to our military and I'm letting them know that it's mandatory and that they have to and the earliest convenience within the next few the next few days or week it is definitely mandatory for them to sign on before the week is up it's time it's just no choice you got to join the military or you left behind

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