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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 2 months

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Everything is going badly right now, so I apologize for not only for not replying, but that my posting generally might run into trouble. My queue is running dry, and I haven’t had time for making new drafts. I’ve got tons of pics and months of sculpting, but I can’t just zap them up here.

Example of things getting to me:

Yesterday I put off my shopping, partly because of the rain and partly because of a scary heart spell and partly because I injured myself the previous day. I meant to take it easy. I didn’t. I was busy and “stuff” happened. Let’s just say it was officially a bad day.

So I get to the evening and light the hot water heater, eager to wash dishes and get to bed. And hour and a half later and…the water is cold. The hot water heater had gone out!

I got determined to try to figure out it out. If I was sensible I would have gone to bed, but I knew I would be unable to sleep with all the thinking about it. Besides, I have this thing about always bathing before bed. I may never find a chance to put lotion on my hands**, and I long ago accepted that my hair was going to be a rats nest whatever I do, but I’ll be damned if I am going to bed without washing away the dirt from my messy life!

Anyway, the hot water heater means kerosene, soot, and the filth caused by cats on the back porch that find that area extra snuggly on winter nights. Basically….ewwwww! Now I REALLY need to get clean.

Since I had spent all that time using that camping shower, I figured I’d boil some water and use that. Ok, first I had to spend twenty minutes trying to find it, but this would be fine for now.

It wouldn’t charge! The only zip it had left was the feeble one from that last time I used it. And the mineral build up had broken loose and now blocked the spray holes. It’s get it to work, but as a trickle.

Boiling the water went sideways too as the kettle decided last night would be a good time to spring a leak on me. I hoped adjusting the screws for the handle would stop it, but nope. The stove became a pond.

When I took a shower the water from the kettle, and the other I boiled, wasn’t enough to keep it from being chilly. Worse, when I dumped the kettle water in the scales of mineral that had built up in it*** decided to finally break loose. Some of it got sucked into the shower, clogging it.

I won’t go into everything I've done trouble shooting it. Let’s say I reached a point where it is either the copper line clogged or the kerosene level being too low.

The kerosene is always low because I can’t afford to buy much, but the way I ration it I should have had a month’s worth. If it is too low I have the mystery of where it is going, with no obvious signs of any leaks. I also have to drive to a gas station 10 miles and then spend more than $60 for 10 gallons.

If the line is clogged, things are possibly worse. If it’s at the opening from the tank it is very difficult to get to clear and likely means the tank is gunked up with rust I can do nothing about. If it’s the line I have disconnect it at both ends, which always goes wrong. Doing it alone kerosene goes everywhere. Disconnecting it from the heater means moving the refrigerator, then putting one arm through a little hole in the wall while reaching around the partition with the other, completely unable to see what you are doing.

And them every single time I work on copper line it breaks!

So then I end up having to patch or replace things. I have to find the special tools, remember how to do it, hope I’m not out of fittings the right size, work damn hard at it only to have it leak! I swear, trying to work on copper line an NOT have it leak makes me crazy. I was soooo proud of myself for getting it all just right after years of work.

If I have to clear the copper line there is a 95% chance I will end up with at least a little leak somewhere. Never mind the safety or cleanliness aspects, I can NOT afford to have a leak!

To test whether it was the line or the kerosene level I decided to tilt the tank. When I’d repaired the tank around five years ago I’d replaced the old rotten base to the spindly legs and got it set up nicely, but over time it had settled, so it could use a little more tilt.

The big crowbar is at the other house. I had to use a much punier one.

I have used up the spare bricks and cinderblocks, so I had to dismantle the steps I use to pour the kerosene in the tank.

The base, which I had made of treated (supposedly) wood and set on bricks had rotted. Not all of it, but one side, that had looked fine, crumbled away as I lifted.

Frantically I had to wedge things to stabilize the tank while holding it. I had to keep it from tilting too much and breaking the line, while also keeping it from falling over sideways, while using things I could reach.

I now need to make a new stand. I have no more suitable wood since some of this proved unsuitable. The shank on the hole saw broke when I made this one, and I found the others big enough either ruined or impossible to get to. The jumbo drill needed for these holes was stored in the metal building where the huge bookcase fell over on it (and it is now unsafe to go into…long story).

And then it rained, so I had to stop working on the tank.

That’s just a taste of how things are going. It got worse. More side troubles. Plus my body ain’t happy.

And to think I actually thought two days ago that this weekend I’d FINALLY finish the book moving**** so I could get started on the REAL work at Mom’s house!

You know, I had enough on my mind

**Can’t do it when I’m eating or feeding the animals. Can’t do it just before bed because I write in my journal. Can’t do it after supper because I’m going to sculpt. Can’t do it when I handle books or papers. Can’t do it when… And then when I’m not doing something where lotion would be a problem I’m out somewhere or am so busy I forget.

*** We have a LOT of mineral in our water. I have to flush the hoses periodically and after many decades of use the bathroom faucet it nearly blocked up inside. It has built up where it drips in the tub like a cave!

****I haven’t talked about it. Basically it’s a continuation of the “moving stuff around so I can work on the plumbing” thing that has ended up being an insanely involved process that has temporarily made the house a complete wreck that it’s almost impossible to get through. And since I am currently dealing with the stuff I had to move from my house because of the collapsed floors, I can’t even be grumpy at anyone for all the damn books! (And comics. And magazines. At least dolls and action figured are light in comparison!)

#my day #rambles #busy #hot water heater repair #so tired

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lfc21 · 2 years

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At home spa gone wrong

Trent had a secret enjoyment of going to the spa with you. He would never utter a word to his teammates about this guilty pleasure as he knew he would get the piss taken out of him. After trents match today he couldn't stop talking about having a chilled night with you and you had the perfect idea.

"Babe come here" you shouted from over the banister of the stairs needing Trents attention and time. You heard his heavy footsteps running up the stairs making his way to you on the landing.

"Yeah" he replied to you wanting to know what you needed him for. You opened the door revealing face masks and a film on the tv ready for a chilled night. Trents face lit up as he knew he would get to have the chilled night he wanted since he came home. His love for your chilled face mask nights came from when you where first together. He would forever be mesmerised at the way every single one of them had a different job and role he sometimes called them a football team as they all had different jobs but all very important.

"I know it isn't at the spa, getting some fancy massage but this is the best I could do" you said with a laugh as you saw the smile on trents face as he placed himself on the bed. You walked over to him standing in between in his legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Babe it's fine I love it anyway" he replied back running his hands up and down your legs looking up at you. You climbed out of trents grasp and sat yourself on the bed with a wide smile as you loved putting a face mask on trent.

"Come here" you said with a laugh as he knew exactly what was about to happen.

"It better not be cold" he warned with a finger pointing at you as he tried to lean down with his head on your legs. You giggled knowing he was about to scream like a little girl at the feeling off the face mask hitting his skin which was quite frankly the same temperature as probably the North Pole (abit dramatic but it was extremely cold).

"Come on just let me put it on" you said opening the packet of the sheet mask. You slowly placed the face mask onto his face as he grabbed onto your wrists as it his his face.

"Ooohhh my gooood y/n" he screamed jumping up from your legs as he turned around to you in pure shock. You couldn't help but laugh as his reaction hadn't even been that surprising to you but you loved his shocked face.

"Oh lie back down you little baby" you said grasping onto his arm and pulling him down. Trent got himself comfy and softly shut his eyes as he waited for the horrible feeling again. You lowered the face mask onto his skin as his breathe sharply trapped its self into his body to try and save himself from screaming.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine" trent repeated with a laugh trying to climatise to the feeling. You looked down at him with a giggle as you kissed him softly on his lips the spiderman way which he loved as deep down he would do anything to be a superhero. You took your lips of his until his hands reached around to the back of your neck to drag you back down onto his lips. You kissed him once last time until kissing the slight section of face mask next to his lips.

"Ewwwww I have just ate chemicals" you shouted squirming your face at the taste of what seemed to be a bloody chemical reaction taking place on your tongue.

"Oh my god" trent shouted throwing himself forward due to his laughter as he couldn't believe your mistake he looked behind himself as you chugged a bottle of water as quick as humaly possible to get rid of the disgusting taste.

"Not funny" you warned him throwing a pillow at his face slowly watching his face mask fall off and hit the pillow. You looked at trent and back to the face mask sat on the pillow which looked like a small ghost sat there.

"For fuck sake trent" you laughed not believing you where about to have a wet pillow all might due to trent not being able to catch a face mask.

#trent alexander arnold x y/n #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Animaniacs: King Yakko Review (Comission by BlahDiddy)

Hello my beautiful technicolor rainbow! It’s time for Animaniacs, and while there is no balonga in my slacks there is one last christmas review for my friend to finish up, and after two visits to Acme Lab for the spinoff we’re finishing up with a look at Animaniacs proper. Suprisingly for a show that stands so easily on it’s own it’s existance is entirely thanks to another show: Tiny Toon Adventures, which had largely the same staff, including ep and co-creator stephen speilberg and Todd Ruegger, who was brought aboard from A Pup Named Scooby Doo. Since TIny Toon was a colossal hit with tons of awards and merch, including some very good video games I wish Warner would find a way to re-release, I mean.. come on if disney can rerelease the disney afternoon games (If...not..for..switch), and LIon King and Aladdin games (If somehow FOR switch), then Warner, which has it’s own game stuido no less, can put together a collection of the good Tiny Toons games when the new show comes out soon.

Point is it was a mass sucess and Warner Bros likes money, so they had Speilberg try to get Rutger to come up with another show for the two of them to do, something with name value. Rutger found his inpsiration when seeing the iconic warner water tower and taking some platypus characters, came up with our heroes and the rest is history.. well okay he retooled them from plataups’ to early looney tunes and other toons style characters minus the racisim of say bosko the tall ink kid but still, the rest after that is history. And the rest of this review is after the cut

The show was, and KINDA still is, a variety show: taking a page from looney tunes, as well as tex avery’s other work, the crew decided rather than just focus on the warners, to instead create a whole cast with various ensembles to work with so we got Pinky and the Brain, The Goodfeathers, Rita and Runt, the Hip HIppos, Katie Kaboom, Chicken Boo, and my personal faviorite Slappy Squirrel.. and the bane of my existance, Buttons and Mindy.. or rather Mindy’s Mom. The kid did nothing wrong. So naturally the first thing Animaniacs related I cover.. is an episode entirely breaking from format for one 20 something minute Warners cartoon. I do intend to do more animanics stuff in the future, so i’ll hopefully get a chance to talk about everyone, I just feel unlike with say house of mouse most people reading this probably know who they all are, and I can save any deep dives for if I cover the characters specifically. Spoilers: there’s probably never going to be a buttons and mindy deep dive unless someone tourtues me by paying for it.

So with that out of the way, we can dive into the episode.. which I won’t be covering in my usual recap it point by point because the writers have freely admitted that’s not what Animaniacs is about. While some of i’ts SEGMENTS are more story based like Pinky and the Brain, Goodfeathers and Rita and Runt, most are just based on simple set ups to reams and reams of gags. And I love it. I grew up with this stuff not just Tiny Tunes and Animaniacs but the classic Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry and Droopy shorts.

Their well timed, well executed feats of comedy and most have aged pretty well.. emphasis on MOST. I’m keenly aware why there are several gaps in the shorts for both Tom and Jerry and The Looney Tunes on HBO Max, including all of the Pepe LePew and Speedy Gonzalez shorts. Also all of Droopy is missing.

My grumblin aside though, it is VERY NICE to have all the classic Warner and Tom and Jerry shorts at my fingertips and it was one of the biggest selling points of Max for me. Last year I gained an intrest in the old disney theatrical shorts, hence my various birthday specials, so I BADLY wanted to revisit the theatrical shorts I grew up with. And honestly.. Max is the best way to do that: their in crisp hd, in neat season collections (Though the Looney Tunes one is better sorted, tom and jerry’s seasons are just.. random smatterings of shorts across various eras), and most importantly EVERY SHORT they felt comfortable with putting up there is on there. Every. Single. One. I make a big deal about this because Disney.. has only maybe 30-40 of their hundreds of shorts on there. Now lucky for me the vast majority are still on youtube and I get why some really arne’t suitable.. we probably don’t need the donald duck short where he prepares to shoot a penguin in the face or the Goofy short where his own reflection, the goofy equilvent of tyler durden I guess?, keeps saying “Hey Fat” to him. And yes BOTH of these actually happened. But.. there’s MANY shorts with no clear excuse why their absent like the triplets first apperance, gus’ only apperance, and one a friend told me about.. that time mickey built a robot to box a gorillia. Again not making this up, just wondering why you can’t restore the rest of these for plus. They’ve ADDED shorts ocasionally, but it still dosen’t make a whole lot of sense to just.. not have them all up there. and to not put them in some sorta collection for easier consumption but hey it’s Disney. They either full ass things or half ass it. There is no middle ground. Point is Warner.. actually cares about their heritage in shorts and honors it and thus has everything avaliable in the best quality, so tha’ts nice.

My point after that detour is I really love this kind of humor, and now as an adult I can see the effort the timing, pacing and character chemistry these shorts had takes. And Rugger and co.. they got it. They got it down perfect. And this episode is a great show of that and just how they barely updated this format for the 90′s. But as I said it’s more about the jokes and basic setup, our heroes are slotted into x scenario and just left to run wild. It’s been the basic seutp for looney tunes, tom and jerry and all the gag based greats, and it works perfectly here. Sure there’s some setting and continuity with the warner lot, scratch n sniff, ralph, plotz and in the reboot Rita, but it’s mostly just our heroes go up against “X asshole” and it just works.

And that’s.. entirley what this episode is. The short is an homage to the graucho marx film Duck Soup, which given the warners were based on the marx brothers that isn’t a huge suprise, a film like brian’s song I have not seen, but genuinely want to. The basic setup is the same: An underqualified womanizer, though since htis is Yakko it dosen’t get past hitting on his chancelor, played by hello nurse, constantly, which is still.. ewwwww... but clearly not the same thing, becomes king of a small nation and ends up at war with another country. There were spies and other stuff in the original short but that was left out to streamline things. But this homage stands on it’s own fine: The basic plot is this: Yakko, due to being a distant relative and the last one alive, becomes king of the small happy and very musical, as the wonderful opening number shows, country of Anvilania, which makes anvils and why yes there is one MASSIVE anvil gag as a result at the end. Yakko says he’ll try his best and geninely tries to with the shenanigans you’d expect, including Dot not gettnig Polka Dot’s are a thing and instead taknig any mention of it as a sign to polka, Yakko again hitting on his colleague and wanting ot get a new anthem because the current one by “Perry Coma’ puts people to sleep. Honeslty that gag didn’t do it for me: Partly because I genuinely know next to nothing about Como and he’s far past my generation.. and because despite this, SCTV did a MUCH better Perry Como gag over a decade before this episode that while still left me baffled as to why anyone cared about mocking him, was 80 times funnier and felt far less like you needed to know who he was to be funny.

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That being said it’s one of only three running gags, and jokes period that didn’t land for me. The other ones being the hello nurse bits, because it’s aged really badly to have Yakko harass one of his employees and his age is hte only thing that keeps it from scuttling the episode as he’s just 13 or 14. Maybe 15.

So SO glad I now have that on hand whenever i need it. The other being the “Your highness” joke as it just.. dosen’t make much sense and isn’t very funny. But that’s it: a refrence i specfically don’t get and I doubt most of you will, and if you do fine we all have our frames of refrences, a joke that’s dated very poorly, and one that just.. didn’t land. And even then the Perry Coma thing’s third use to knock out the opposing army DID work for me as did the VERY clever joke of “Sire” “Maybe later”, so even the weaker bits still had some legs. But getting back to what little plot there is the king of the rival country, upon hearing this, assumes he can easily intimidate a child into giving him the throne and goes to a royal reception. Instead, as you’d expect, the Warners mistake him for a party clown, show him no respect and fail to take his delcration of war seriously, and while in a REALLY great gag, and the reason i’m not doing a strict summary is 90% of the review would be me saying something to that effect, Yakkos’ call to action for his troops ends up having them all run off in fear, the Warners take out the army as noted above and then in one of the most GLORIOUS climaxes in the series history...

In which the Warners give the bad guy “all the anvils” as he requested. I sadly coulnd’t find a clip of it but seek it out if you got hulu, my words can’t do it justice as they hit him with anvil after anvil in increasingly clever and insane ways till the guy finally gives up and it .. is glorious. Other highlights not already mentioned include: The opening song, the bad guy dictator from the other nation not being able to hear because of his helmet and his attendee having to lift it, leading to Yakko taking off his helmet just to end the “what’ running gag, Yakko’s bit explaning his distant relation and more. So yeah not a ton to say on this one. It’s a very good, very funny episode but also very typical of a warner cartoon in structure, just stretched over 22 or so minutes. As I said with few exceptions the jokes work, the anmation is crisp as always, and the climax is one of the series best. A crisp, quick watch and a nice quick review after a week of with some really tough ones behind me and ahead of me and a month of rather large ones a few weeks out. So yeah if you like animaniacs, even ifyou’ve seen this one worth a watch, if you have any more animaniacs you’d like me to take a look at feel free to comment or comission and until the next rainbow..

#animaniacs #yakko warner #dot warner #wakko warner #anvilania #hello nurse #king yakko #duck soup #goodnight everybody #hulu #warner bros #kids wb

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hpdabbles · 4 years

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After Work

Sirius kicks the door closed behind him, rubbing at his neck. It had been a stressful day with three or more false alarms, by some punks who thought the emergency firecall floo was a toy, and the Aurors had responded to all of them.

Every single time, it was to report an area in which they “felt like Dark Magic Curses were active” and every single time it was somewhere nasty smelling or humiliating.

While the Department of Magical Law Enforcement notice the pattern of these jokesters they still had to go make sure no Dark wizard or witch was up to something sinister.

Since Sirius was one of the only members on the force who had qualifications to be a cruse-breaker he was sent out with every team. Meaning he spent all day, crawling through the waste pipeline of a local pub, shimming down a garbage shoot, raiding a woman’s pants store and had to listen to three different pair of angry mobs made of parents complain about Aurors not doing their duty to the people and how he abuse his power all because he needs to close down three different broom flying parks where their kids had been playing.

Three threaten to put a complaint about him with his department head and Sirius was sure they would actually do it because they are all still convinced he was a Death Eater that got away.

It didn’t matter that he was found innocent, that he won his trail and that Harry had been handed over to him to raise. In their eyes, it was another case like the Malfoys.

Sirius Black had most likely bought his way out of Azkaban.

Sometimes Sirius wonders what Remus would say if he just quit the Aurors and move them to the countryside. It’s not like he needs the money.

Besides being an Auror doesn’t have the same appeal without James at his side anymore.

“Sirius!” Harry squeals happily, running down the hall with his hands up for a hug “Sirius is home!”

Feeling his terrible mood start to melt away, Sirius bents down opening his arms for the little body that slams into him. Wrapping the boy between his forearms he swings him up, grinning like mad as the giggles the four-year-old releases. He holds the child against his chest, letting little legs hang on the top of his stomach. “Hiya pup! Did you miss me?”

“Uh-huh. This much!” Harry spreads his arms as wide as he can nearly tipping over. Sirius’ heart melts.

“That’s quite a lot!” He gasps dramatically. “You couldn’t have missed me that much!”

“I did!” Harry bounces looking as serious as a four-year-old could. He puts his hands on Sirius’ cheeks forcing the laughing blue eyes to look into his green ones. “I missed you so much! Really! Tell him, Remus!”

“He did miss you,” Remus supports the child who beams. His husband gives him a quick peck on the lips. “Welcome home, Padfoot. How was work?”

“Ugh.”

“That bad?”

“You don’t know the half of it.” Sirius leans in for another kiss, throwing a small smolder for extra effect. Remus rolls his eyes but he can’t stop the twitching of his lips. He likes the smolder he knows he does.

Warm lips pressed against his own just as Harry loudly shouts. “Ewwwww! Kissing gross!”

The boy pushes on his chest and the pair break apart laughing. Harry then starts talking about his day, explaining that Remus and he had planned Hogwarts with Remus as the student and Harry as the professor. “I taught Remus how to count all the way to ten!”

“Did you really?” Sirius asks with a grin. He follows Remus into the other room, where a portable blackboard has been set up before the coffee table. On it, there are various papers filled and coloring supplies. He puts the boy down by the blackboard. “Would you teach me? I have a hard time after five.”

“Yeah! It’s easy! Take a seat and Professor Potter can teach you everything!” Harry waves a hand at the coffee table, picking up a piece of chalk. He takes great care to write out a shaky number one. He is all but beaming with child-like joy. “Class is starting.”

“Of course Professor.” Sirius is quick to tuck himself at the table, letting his legs stretch out. Harry launches into his lesson, which is mostly the little boy holding up his fingers and counting, asking every so often if Sirus understands or if he wanted the green eye lad to start over.

Together the pair counts the figures and he makes sure to mess up every so often so Harry can “teach” him properly.

From the doorway, Remus calls out. “I’m going to start dinner. You boys have fun.”

“Can I have carrots?” Harry asks like Sirius knew he would. Ever since Remus introduced baby carrot sticks to the boy in the form of a game where they pretended to be baby rabbits together, Harry wanted them all the time.

“Yes Pup, I can get some carrots. If you eat sheep-broccoli too.”

Harry’s face scrunches up, displeased by the counteroffer and Sirius jumps in before this turns into an issue. “We get sheep-broccoli Professor Potter? We can all play Wolf Hunt!”

Wolf Hunt was just the three of them howling in the kitchen while feeding broccoli which Remus shaped like a sheep to Harry. It was one of the few ways they could get the boy to eat his vegetables and show off Remus’ various cooking skills.

Sirius can still remember the full farm, made entirely of greens his husband had put together last year after Harry showed a positive reaction to the babby rabbit game.

Green eyes lit up at the meant of Wolf Hunt and Sirius knew he won long before the boy said. “I’ll eat all the sheep-broccoli! Awoooooo!”

“Awoooooo!” Sirius and Remus echo both smiling when Harry dissolved into helpless laughter. He gives another long howl and the two join him, which has the boy clapping his hands.

Remus disappears into the kitchen, leaving Sirius to entertain the child who has forgotten all about being a professor and instead crawls all around the living space, howling and giggling. He’s soon joined by his godfather, who has yet to change his Auror robes, crawling and growling like Padfoot.

At one point Harry climbs onto Sirius’ back, who changes his growling to terrible attempts of neighing like a horse and gives the boy a ride all around the room. Harry is having the time of his life, shouting “Giddy-up! Giddy-up Sirius!”

Sirius neighs, then crawl rapidly across his carpet, laughing as the child screams in pleasure. Tiny hands fist into the cloth of his robes using them to keep his balance, and he can’t help but feel warmth in his chest at Harry’s shouts “Horsie! Horsie! Remus look! Sirius a horsie!”

“That he is. Be careful not to fall.” His husband answers and he throws up a glance to see the love of his life smiling in the doorway. In his hands are a bunch of broccoli that need to be shaped and one tomato. A heavenly smell of spices drifts through the air making his stomach growl.

He hopes Remus is making curry. That’s one of his favorite dishes by the werewolf.

Harry kicks his lets into Sirius's ribs. “Giddy-up! Giddy-up!”

“Neigghhhhhh!” Sirus shouts throwing his head and shoulders back, making sure to press against the couch so Harry rolls off into the cushions. The boy tumbles into them breathless with laughter already trying to get back on but Sirius is making it rather difficult.

He bucks and shakes laughing alongside his godson while his husband- who till this day he doesn’t know why the werewolf agreed to marry his worthless butt- made them dinner. Later Sirius will clean up the table, do the dishes and settle down for some of muggle telly his two most important people at his side.

It’s nice to return home to this. An evening with his family after a long day of work is just what he needs to feel like himself again.

Maybe he should put in his two-week notice. Harry seemed to like horses and farms already, so the countryside didn’t seem like it be a problem.

#hpdabbles #Harry Potter #Raising Harry #wolfstar #Good parents #Stay at home dad Remus #Auror!Sirius #loosly based off my own childhood #Fluff

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jocazep · 4 years

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In the Whole Wide Train | Chapter 2

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (Jo, OFC), slight Edgar x Reader

Warnings: Major spoilers for SNOWPIERCER, dystopian society and its countless problems, mentions of forced abortions, language, violence, deaths, slow burn, eventual smut

Synopsis: Having grown up in the Front Sections of the Snowpiercer, you venture down the train when a rare opportunity presents itself, but the excursion quickly changes flavor when you arrive in the Tail Section.

Author’s notes: So after a bit of tinkering with the outline, the entire series has been retitled In the Whole Wide Train, and going forward each chapter will have a title as well.

Taglist is also opening starting from this chapter. Please shoot me a note if you’d like to be tagged.

Series Masterlist | Read Chapter One - Doing Right

Chapter Two - Keeping Habits

Funny how sometimes the right thing could feel...so wrong.

You picked the two pieces of wood Timmy had scavenged from around the section and placed them on either side of Doris’ bandaged hand. The elderly woman let out a hiss of pain.

“Sorry Doris.”

Earlier at noon, when the guards came in with the protein blocks, they asked for a violinist. After some hesitation, the old couple that Tanya introduced to you walked up.

“Excuse me, sir. My wife and I played the violin in the Boston Symphony Orchestra. I was the first chair.”

“Do they usually pluck people up to the front like this?” You asked Edgar as you inched up towards the front of the protein block line. Ever since he heard about your Mason story, he’s taken quite an interest in you.

“Yeah, these bastards with their steak dinners and their string quartets think they own us.”

“We’ll be different when we get there.” Curtis said behind you.

You raised your eyebrows at Curtis. Progress. This is the first time they mentioned their plans of revolting in front of you. Even though it’s really an open secret in the Tail Section. Maybe the little run-in last night wasn’t all bad.

Curtis caught your look, “What?”

“Nothing. Just wondering how long it’s been since you washed your face.” You diverted the conversation with a slight dig.

“Look around, you’re the exception here.” Curtis fired back in a rare moment of levity, “And in a few more days you’re gonna look like this as well.”

“What, I’m gonna grow ten inches and sprout a full beard?”

“All kidding aside, Jo, water is scarce here, and soap even more so,” Curtis returned to his serious demeanor.

Edgar was quick to add on, “You really gotta kick the habit of washing your face every day.”

“Man, you two make it sound like a drug addiction.”

The three of you reach the front of the queue. You scooped up your block of squishy sustenance and started to walk back to your bunk, when suddenly a struggle broke out behind you--

Wham! One guard had knocked Doris to the ground with his rifle. While another guard ordered everyone to sit down.

“What the--” You wanted to go help Doris but a strong grip on the forearm held you in place. Your head snapped back to see Curtis sitting on the ground next to you.

“Sit down. Edgar you too.”

Edgar was not convinced, “You can’t just let them--”

Around the three of you, everyone else obeyed, not a single question asked. This almost seemed a natural occurrence.

Curtis tugged at your arm again, “Now’s not the time.“ Behind you a loud stomp and a shriek from the woman--the guard crushed her violin-playing hand. You jumped slightly at the noise.

But Curtis was right. And so, you sat.

As you gingerly tied the ad hoc splints around Doris’ broken hand, you wondered if the previous surveyors had ever witnessed such a thing, or if you were just unlucky.

---

Edgar whistled as he leaned against the door to the only bathroom in the Tail Section. A man walked up to him, wrestling a little boy with him. Edgar shook his head at the man. A few bunks down, Curtis watched the exchange while chewing on his protein block.

“Hey it’s our turn to wash now. Whoever’s in there should wait their turn like all of us!” The boy doesn’t seem so eager for his turn, Curtis thought.

“Hey, hey, hey! She’s sewing up Doris in there. Keep this up and the next person she sews up will be you! “

The door opened a slit and Jo popped her head out. The man gripped the boy with one hand, and reached to pull the door further open, but Edgar blocked him. The boy was still trying to get away.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Curtis tensed and took a few steps closer--he knew better than anyone how easily a small friction could turn into an all-out brawl here. But before he could reach the scene, Jo puts a hand on Edgar’s shoulder.

“It’s OK, I’m done anyways.”

Jo led Doris out from the dingy bathroom, the horrible gash on her nose now patched up. The man muttered something and walked in. Curtis shook his head, somewhat in relief. Edgar really needs to learn to take it down a notch sometimes.

He thought back to the incident earlier. Edgar was almost ready to fight the guard if he could. So hot blooded. Then there was Jo... Curtis didn’t know what to make of Jo yet. Could she be the “help” that the red letters inside the bullet casing promised? Or did she just happen to be exiled at this moment in time? But there’s something about her, something besides her medical experiences, and let’s call it her naiveté for lack of a better word, there’s something about her that made her stand out, made his thoughts keep returning to her.

“Please, Jo!” The excited chatter of children pulled Curtis from his pensive state. All the young kids, Timmy included, had cornered Jo and were asking her about life in the front sections.

Curtis stepped closer, interested to hear what Jo had to say.

“Did you like it in the front sections?”

“Oh, heavens no, that’s why I came to be with you!”

A girl, she must be only four or five, tugged at Jo’s sleeve, “What’s it like there?”

“Well, in the front sections everybody has their own room, and...”

“What’s a room?” Timmy asked.

“A room is...” Jo picked up Timmy and put him on her lap, “You know how we all live in this big section?” Timmy nodded.

“Well a room is a thousand time smaller, and you are the only one living in it.”

“That’s lonely.” Another kid said.

“That’s right. You wouldn’t be able to play with your friends, all...” Jo counted, “all eleven of you. And you will have to brush your teeth--”

“Noooo!”

“Scrub your hand--“

“Ewwwww!”

“Wash your face, every day!” Jo’s eyes found Curtis when she said that. Curtis couldn’t help but smile.

Wow, really? He mouthed.

Jo cocked her eyebrows. Her plump lips curved upward, as if to say “yes really”. Their eyes held for a moment before she returned her attention to the children.

“Curtis!” Curtis ripped his eyes from Jo and sought out the voice calling him. It was Edgar.

“Gilliam wants to see her.” Of course.

---

"He's just behind the curtains. We’re almost there.” Curtis said as he led you towards Gilliam’s quarters.

*At long last. *You fidgeted with the notebook concealed beneath your layers of clothing to make sure it wouldn’t fall out as you walk.

“So, who’s Gilliam?”

“He’s the one running things around here,” Edgar chimed in beside you, “But he’s grooming Curtis--”

“Edgar, enough.” Curtis said as he lifted up the curtains to let Jo through, “Stand watch, this won’t be long.”

“Aww I thought I would be able to come in—" Edgar whined a little but did as he was told.

The first thing that greeted you was the giant W seal on the wall once your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Even in the Tail Section of the train, Wilford must announce his complete and utter control over the Snowpiercer.

“Hello there,” A raspy British voice sounded from behind the shadows before Gilliam, his cheeks hollow, his hair disheveled, his eyes cloudy in his old age, “Come sit down.”

Gilliam pointed to a handful of what used to be pillows on the ground. You obliged.

“Curtis will you give us a second please?”

Curtis nodded, “Just call me when you need me.”

Gilliam waited until Curtis had walked well out of earshot before whispering to you, “So, that notebook hurt at all when you sit down?”

“Not one to beat around the bush, are you?“

Gilliam chuckled, “When you’re as old as I am...” He lifted his left arm, and you were shocked to see a steel hook in place of his hand. He tapped the hook on the upturned crate. “Let me see what you have so far.“

You pulled the notebook from under your clothes and opened it for Gilliam, “Need a light?“

“Oh, I can quite manage, thank you dear.”

Gilliam made small noises as he read your observations. Meanwhile, you took the time to look around the room again. Upon the wall was pieces of newspaper, parchment, notebook pages, broken pieces of what remained of the world before. He even had a couple of bronze statues scattered here and there, serving as book stops or clothes hangers. But your eyes kept coming back to Gilliam’s metal appendage. What happened there?

After a while Gilliam closed the notebook, “So when are you going to tell Curtis?”

“All in good time.” You weren’t exactly lying there.

“Now, forget what you were sent here for, and tell me. Do you think Curtis is up for what he must do?”

A quick look outside told you that Curtis had returned, and was standing with his back to you, engaged in some kind of discussion with Edgar. “Edgar thinks he’s the second coming. Well he’s not that, but I think he might surprise himself when the big moment comes.”

For a moment or two, Gilliam was lost in his own thought. Then suddenly, he called for Curtis, “Curtis will you join us? And bring Grey.”

As you scrambled to hide your notebook, Curtis walked in with another man in his early twenties, his eyes round and sparkling with an unidentifiable fire. This must be Grey.

“As I was saying, Jo you can come here any time to read what scraps of book I have.”

Message received. You picked up what looked like a ripped half of a book and told Grey you would return this later that same night, before leaving Gilliam and Curtis to their revolt planning.

Later that night, in the magical hour when the whole Tail section has fallen asleep, you finished scribbling in your notebook, and climbed down from your bunk and went into Gilliam’s quarters. Grey spotted you pretty much the moment you got out of bed, but he let you in without a word. Leaving you to wonder, does he ever talk at all? Gilliam was fast asleep, so you tip-toed to the giant W insignia on the wall, and slowly pushed it in on the right side--

The seal slowly spun to reveal a telephone. You reached out to pick it up, but your hand wavered mid-air.

Inhale. Exhale. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. This is it. You could hear your heart beating in your eardrums. It shouldn’t be this nerve-racking to you--it’s not like you haven’t made reports as a surveyor before, but this one, this goes straight to Wilford.

By the time you realized Gilliam had woken up, he had heard most of your report. You hung up the phone quietly and spun the seal back into place before turning to him.

“So, he wants to know how many young children there are.”

You nodded.

Gilliam sighed, “Well, I suppose we’ll find out why soon enough.”

You said good night to Gilliam and walked back. When you got to your bunk, you found a small clump of cloth sitting on top of a scrap of paper on your pillow.

The note said, “For your addiction.”

It would be really funny if someone gave you Kronole as a welcome gift, you mused as you picked up the cloth bundle and shook out its content--

A tiny piece of soap fell into your hand. It’s the thinnest, most fragile looking piece of soap you had ever seen. It’s virtually transparent. But at least you get you keep your habit for a while longer.

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theangrypokemaniac · 3 years

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Random Irritations

The People's Republic of Galar

Red bus? Racists.

Crude cultural appropriation starts as it means to go on with infamous cliché.

As if you get red buses in market towns. I mean, I ask yer.

Never seen a single-decker red bus in me life.

Never seen a single red bus in me life, except for when I visited That London.

Never again, my friends. Never again.

Not only no bloody door, bloody door hole's on wrong bloody side.

Yer gotta take yer life in yer hands and stand in the middle of the road to board a bloody bus these days.

First the Harrying of the North, now this.

Have they not suffered enough?

Yes fellas, it is He: the Son of God.

Pokémon S.S. is so terrible even these writers won't touch it, and that takes some doing.

Unsurprising however, given Galar glorifies Leon, a mauve-mulleted Eighties throwback chav in white tights under Daz-fresh boxers.

There is a green hill far away

Without a city wall,

Where Our Dear Lord was crucified

He died to save us all!

The Saviour's shower cap stadium resembles an inverted lampshade from a Victorian whore's bedroom.

Or I'm looking up a jellyfish minge.

This anatomical monstrosity is home to the World Coronation Series, an event open to all, not that Gen. Ten and Eleven have much representation.

Ah yes, that never-before- mentioned-and-yet-so-very- famous competition, suddenly the be-all and end-all of everyone's lives, so desperate are they to grasp a fleeting battle with Saint Leon, A.K.A. The Mauve Golden One.

Nay, to bask in His shadow shall suffice! Such a towering titan of epic manliness He be!

As a Communist territory, Galar is a shithole with a severe backlog of nuclear waste.

Barrel upon barrel of radioactive gunge piled up in the earth, until the very ground was as thin and brittle as a Jacob's Cream Cracker.

All it takes is Bellsprout's leaf slicing through the tarmac, and BAM!, there's hell to pay.

Jumbo Chu!

In true comic style, one sniff of luminous asbestos turns normal Pokémon into hideous, super-powered mutants.

Pah. Giovanni was pulling this stunt twenty years ago at Pokémon Land. Yer never saw him make a big deal about it.

Such fragile terrain means every building site, archeological dig or graveyard is a bloody death trap.

Dare so much as disturb the soil and wildlife freaks start kicking over skyscrapers like Godzilla storming Tokyo.

And that ain't very festive when you're trying to bury Nana.

Here's a magical land where trains:

A. Arrive.

B. Arrive on time.

C. Are clean.

D. Are spacious.

E. Provide silver-service dining.

F. Are well within the budget of a pair of kids.

G. Don't have pissed passengers slumped in the corner.

Oh now we're in the realms of fantasy.

Given the lack of custom and rural destination, this must be prior to Doctor Beeching's infamous cull of services.

The villain!

Lads, count yer blessings to be spared the soul-depleting trauma of the filthy Underground.

With them backpacks and demented eyes, folk'd mistake yer for suicide bombers.

And they'd be right, 'cause this cartoon's trying to top itself.

I think it's more than leaves on the line this week, Maureen.

Like many fat 'uns, Snorlax neglected his personal hygiene, and washed himself with a rag on a stick.

Sure enough, add a little bit of toxic seepage and the entire Mushroom Kingdom sprouted from his belly button.

Let that be a lesson to you.

Unable to fit in his specially-adapted bungalow, even with windows removed, Jumbo Lax laid his corpulence on the railway to end it all.

Goodnight Vienna!

Cursing his fate, eyes glimmering with Satan's flames, Jumbo Lax vowed to take us all with him, for if he can't eat his entire body weight in Ginsters and not suffer the consequences, then no one can.

Can't so much as commute to work without being murdered in a trainwreck thanks to bloody subterranean leakage.

And they said fracking was safe.

Soft Southern Sissies wrote Pokémon, proven by their terror of what lurks beyond the cosy metropolitan bubble.

I didn't half panic when the boys headed off to the Wild Area:

Not Moss Side? That's the last we'll see of them!

Nah, turned out to be just some fields.

...

The word you're looking for there is 'countryside'.

I remember when this show was all about lighting fires in the woods and sleeping under the stars.

Now anything green is held at arm's length, for fear it might be catching, with it all neatly contained in one fenced-off sector of the Soviet map.

Say goodbye to foraging, drinking from rivers, week-long hikes and anything resembling hardship.

Our designated heroes are a couple of bed-wetting Townies treating nature like a rancid turd poked with a stick.

If either of these invertebrate milksops ever encountered a speck of dirt they'd run home screaming.

And every kid's like No-Go: a zombified slave to his smart phone life support, rolling into a fœtal position after losing the internet for ten minutes.

It ain't meant to be a bloody documentary!

Look at the screen, not the view. That's you all over.

It ain't Pokémon no more. You can forget that nonsense right now.

It's different.

It's fresh.

There's gonna be some changes.

It shall be renamed Pokémon Journeys.

This is the beginning.

This is the future.

This is the true way, my children.

Well until Gen. Nine comes along anyway, at which point it'll never have happened.

But until that dark day, this is the correct incarnation.

It must be christened anew, set apart from the past.

Hence Pokémon Journeys.

As opposed to all those journeys Ash used to have, walking everywhere, camping, the nomad's existence.

Certainly not. Nature is so ewwwww these days.

You don't understand. It's deep.

This is 'journey' in a reality T.V sense. You know, spiritual, oooh so spiritual.

Well it certainly isn't literal.

Ash wakes up on his orthopædic mattress, puts in his teeth, takes public transport, and is always back before ten to eight to get curtains drawn.

No way is he missing his slippers and mug of cocoa, because he lives life on the edge.

...

Should've called it Pokémon Pensioner Day Trips.

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Epimetheus : Not so discreet (part 2)

Pairing : Avengers x Plus Size Reader ; Steve x Plus size Reader (potential)

Warnings : Language, Pubic hair mentioned

Word Count : 1.6k

You reached out to your anti-stress roll on, your phone and entry card before exiting your new quarters. Since your room was on the same level as the living room and right next to the elevators, you hoped no one was chilling in the common room. You were on the end of the corridor when lucky you, all the Avengers were in the living room. You face palmed yourself and thought about another excuse to leave the compound. You look at the floor like you didn't see them but Sam called you out. "Where are you sneaking to?" You let out a slow breath and turned around discovering all of them looking your way. "Oh hi, I didn't notice you guys", you lied and saw their not so convinced expressions. "Hmm I call bullshit", commented Tony and the others agreed. "So, where you going to?", asked Natasha. "Oh just going for a drink with a friend, talk about life, bitch about everyone, you know the usual."

"And we're not invited? I'm hurt", exclaimed Wanda. You nervously scratched the back of your head and said, "Yeah well it's been a long time since I saw the friend in question, soooo", "That sounds like an excuse to go on a date", replied Bucky with a smug smile, his comment making Steve clench his fists. The elevator doors opened at the perfect timing and you entered inside quickly. "BYEEEE", you shouted. The team locked eyes with each other and after a long silence, "Anyone wants to join me and figure out where she's been wandering around?", asked Tony who stood up. "We can't do that", replied Steve in his Captain voice.

"You telling me, you're not curious where she's been spending a good part of her nights to?", smirked Nat. "Of course he is. Look at him, he's clenching the armrests so tight that I'm afraid it might break", exclaimed Sam amused. Steve gave him a knowing look who made some of them laugh. "I'm in", chanted Wanda. The other members stood up except for Steve that was still figuring out if he should. "Come on man, I know you're dying inside to know", told Bucky. Convinced the First Avenger joined them and followed you. "You put a tracker on her?", Steve turned towards Tony. "Duhh. I put a tracker on everyone", he answered proudly, ignoring the looks of the others.

They entered the bar, trying to find a place to sit when the room applauded the next stand up comedian. They saw you enter the stage with a bright smile on your face.

"Hi everyone, you're having fun?", you asked and heard the audience affirm they were. "Awesome, I'm so happy to be here. All having a good time, except for this guy", you pointed at a man in the front row. "He saw me enter and immediately thought 'Oh no another fat bitch with her fat jokes'." The guy in question and some other people laughed. "Don't worry I won't. Ok maybe just one joke that will last…hmmmm… 20min", and pointed at yourself. You laughed with them until your 'laugh' turned sour. "No just kidding. I'm actually going to talk about pubic hair"

You looked at the man you pointed earlier and declared "Now you're like 'No please just tell us fat jokes. No pubic hairs, nooooo pubwic hayrsss please'. Haha, once you go hair, you won't go bear". You let the magic do its course and began. "Yeah, so I believe in the ecosystem and that's way I mostly let nature do its purpose and don't shave. It doesn't mean I never shave, no but like it's not my first priority in life, you know. The last time I decided to do the great fall cleaning…*laughs* was not so long ago, which means if you see my hand go down there, I'm not a pervert I swear, it just my hair that is growing back and it tickles." You let your hand slowly travel down and checked the people's reaction but stoped when they hollowed. "You bunch of pervs you really out here waiting for me to go for the fupa's baby hairs."

"Yeah so like I was saying, I shaved not so long ago because I had a date with a guy. I went full hardcore and was like 'Ok I'm gonna try waxing'. It was the very first time I would wax down there, that's why I prepared my testament in advance. *Laughs* I left the guy I had the date with all my debts. That's right, what comes around goes back around baby."

"I challenged all my courage and called to the beauty institue to make an appointment. I called and then the usual : Hello, I would like an appointment for waxing, bla bla bla, and then she asked the million dollar question : Alright, Miss on which areas?" You let the room laugh it out before replying, "Well … all of them." "Alright, in your opinion how long is your hair?" You let another moment before replying, blinking your eyes frantically. "9 inches?", you joked. "I swear to good, she must have been taking a gulp of water or something because I heard here cough her lungs out through the phone. I went immediately 'Are you alright Miss? I'm joking, they're not really 9 inches. But like baby monkey kinda hairy, not much not much." You saw the audience cracking up and smiled smugly.

"Flash-forward the day of the sacrifice. I go there and saw her look at me up and down, trying to take the temperature. 'Ohhh bitch you about to take it honey', I thought to myself. I told her a joke again but really it was to calm myself down and asked her if she was a real pro she would manage to finish by 6pm. It was 9am ladies and gents." "Anyway, I lay down totally not feeling uncomfortable", you sarcastically. "Can you believe she saw me and went back shouting 'I'm gonna need more wax'. Like bitch, you thought this was Jaws or something…. Out-fucking-rageous."

You saw a woman on the front row nod and pointed at her "Sis you know what's about to come right?" "I do, I do", she pissed herself. "For the fellas that have no clue let me explain the process : The beauty lady warms the wax, you lay there and begin praying and then she comes back, looks at you like the worshiper of Satan and says 'Alright here we go mwahahahah' ". "And you be there like * nervous laugh* "Oh Lord have mercy." "And then…the moment has arrived where you see that bright light and your life flash in front of your eyes, the Holy Motherfucking Grail, the first rip. *Moooooommmmmaaaa just killleddd a mannnnn*. Guys if you think I'm exaggerating, ask any woman in your life and you'll see WE ARE NOT. It feels like your soul is getting sucked out of your body."

"It hurts", you whined and jumped on the spot like a three year old. "All what I kept thinking was 'WHYYYYYY'. I know why… for that dude. Honestly guys you don't realize how dedicated we are even if it's a first date because we too expect some D by the end of the night, especially if the date is going great.

I think most of the guys are scared of pubic hairs", you said and made big eyes to the first guy. "You think I forgot about you, didn't you?" *Laughs* "They be like 'I'm so strong, who's the boss, call me daddy, arghhhhh wuarghhh' but then they see a hairy pussy and be all suddenly like 'ewwwww omg nastyyyy'. Come on man! You really think men, I don't know how long ago, I'm not a mathematician ok, would not hit that just because of hair. Hmmmm I don't think so José."

"It's crazy going through so much pain for that. Of course, there are other reasons to do it : hygiene, esthetic, self-love, etc but still. I came up with a solution. I think that…wait for it… *Laughs* I think that we should test them. I mean if he can handle me with the bush I might reconsider waxing. Because going through so much trouble to get bad dick, nope I'm out. You can handle me I'll open the smooth heavenly doors for ya, if you can't…then…Welcome to the Jungle pal. Thank you so much and have a nice night", you finished your number and bowed in front of the applauding audience.

Backstage, you let out a deep breath, happy to have made so many people laugh. The manager found you and congratulated you. "There are some customers that are dying to meet you", he told you. "Really?", you replied shocked. He nodded and told you which table. You made your way to the table when mid-way, you recognized them. You felt the heat creep up all over your body and it didn't help seeing them smirk in amusement. Your gaze landed on Steve who was timidly switching his eyes between you and his drink. His attitude told you, they heard your number.

"Well well well if it's not our new Avenger member / secretly stand-up comedian", joked Sam. "Hmmiii, what are you doing here?", you mumbled incoherently. "We were curious were you'd go and that led us here", replied Bruce. "Great", sarcasm lacing your voice. "Why didn't you tell us?", asked Rhodes. You sighed and told them the truth, "I just wanted to have something independently from the whole Avenging thing. I love my job but sometimes it gets real hard, always being emotionally invested, risking our lives every single time and doing stand-up helps alleviate those feelings."

They nodded in understanding and affirmed you that you shouldn't be afraid to talk to them whenever there was the need to. "Thank you guys for understanding, I appreciate it." Your eyes landed once more on Steve who looked elsewhere. The thing that the others didn't know was that the guy you had a date with was Steve. And let's say that it didn't went as expected.

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alwaysabeautifullife · 4 years

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Would you mind talking about how you handle your medical issues with your kids/how they handle it? I have a chronic illness and I worry about like, idk traumatizing my future children.

Mostly I speak factual about everything tbh. When I do my injections or when I’m getting blood draws as an example, my youngest will ask if they hurt and I tell her that not that much, and it’s just something I have to do and it’s fast and over with and I don’t have to worry about it anymore. We’ll talk about what a blood draw is maybe, what the medicine does to my body. I think when it comes to seeing me in the hospital, I take the time to explain everything scientifically, and also I make the hospital pretty fun. We order lots of snacks, watch tv, get ice from the ice machine. Weird things that we can only do at hospitals that make the experience at least positive. When I brought my youngest to the hospital tonight I did wait to make sure that I was no longer in pain, and no longer on any meds that make me feel really out of it. On the way here she called me and said “remember last time I saw you at the hospital we ate cookies!!!”

The biggest thing for me is I actually don’t show pain around my children and never have. Rarely anyway. I know lots of people will tell me that it’s good for them to see that but I guess I just disagree because I’m personally sensitive to seeing others I love in pain and I don’t feel comfortable having my children bare that? I make all my medical conditions and treatments just a factual no biggie of life and the most negative thing you’ll probably ever hear me say about it is if I’m watching a movie or something with them I’ll go “ewwwww nooooo I’m so comfy I don’t wanna get up and take my shot blehhhhh,” then I’ll get up and go in my room and do it and get it over with.

When I injured my back however and was in excruciating pain beyond imagination two of my sons often had to help me make it to the bathroom which was about 10 feet from my bed tbh. I tried to stifle my cries of pain as best I can but that part of my life is traumatic for me, and I feel a lot of weird personal guilt about it. My sons only had to drag me in there a few times and I was able to go to the bathroom myself without their help or anything and they definitely didn’t seem to mind helping but just thinking about it causes me a lot of pain.

Maybe it helps I’m pretty positive about it, I joke about it a lot and am not really negative about it ever openly to a single soul with the exception of venting on tumblr maybe once every few years? I grew up with a parent myself who pretended to have a lot of medical conditions for attention, and so it’s hard for me personally to actually have conditions. I basically do the opposite of whatever they did.

With my sons being teens when they do come to me to express things in life that are difficult that’s the moment that I am willing to also share personal emotions with them and explain to them they aren’t alone in their sufferings and things. When they trust me enough to be vulnerable to me I also express mutual vulnerability to them. Outside those conversations I tend to not openly express fear or pain (to anyone ever). I feel like my job is to be the strength regardless of my conditions or anything, and I never depend on my kids emotionally or anything like that ever. I do want them to just be kids.

I don’t know if I’m doing everything exactly right but you’re right that as someone with health issues trauma is something I constantly worry about. I don’t want them to look back at their childhoods and see my suffering ever. I don’t want them to ever remember me hurting. I want them to see my medical condition as just a part of life like cooking and eating dinner and that’s it.

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ksj-com · 5 years

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The Purge Night- Locked Doors

- Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

- Genre: The Purge!AU, smut, fluff, angst, gore

- Warnings/Tags: Married with kids, Namjoon being a good dad, soft Namjoon, pregnant reader, gory, murder more than once, emotional death, pretty vanilla Namjoon, fingering, sweet talking, quiet sex, unprotective sex, missionary, cheesecake mention, sad ending, stabbing, throat being slit, caregiver Namjoon, death of a loved one

- Word Count: 4745 words

- Summary: Happily married, two beautiful kids, and living comfortably in your new neighborhood— what else could you ask for? You and Namjoon made sure the new house had the best security for tonight. Nothing would hurt you guys more than losing one of your precious children. Everyone is confident in the house’s protection, but what if danger was already inside before the doors closed?

|| Masterlist ||

A/N: Last one for my Purge series, I hope you guys liked it! I’m going to be starting something new soon so stay following if you’re interested to see what it is! It has to do with requests *wink wink.*

The pan sizzled as you pushed the stir fry around, the smell of garlic rising with the steam. You shook some salt causing a little flame to rise from the food. Meanwhile, two kids scamper after each other, screaming and giggling from the immense exhilaration they receive from playing tag.

“Don’t go knocking into anything you two!” You warn them. Although, you didn’t mean it because they were the best kids you could ask for. Kind and well behaved— the most well behaved a pair of 6 year old twins could be. They looked so much like their father with their dark hair and a big bright smile that cheers up the whole room instantly. It still amazes you that you raised such handsome and polite little boys, but you could’ve never done it without your husband.

“They’ll be fine baby,” A pair of arms snake around your waist. You sink into his touch while scrambling the spatula through the frying vegetables. He places a kiss on your temple while rubbing your stomach. It has been about two months, so it was slightly bulged. He sets his chin on the top of your head and watches you cook. You look up at him with a pout, craving another kiss. As a result, he turns you around to place another one on your lips. “Just wait until there’s another one added to the bunch,” he causes you to smile.

“I’d probably be bald by now if you weren’t here. Those boys will be the death of me, so let’s hope this one is just one,” You laugh and cringe at the thought of having another set of twins in this house. Namjoon would probably love it, but you on the other hand would rather stick to one more for now.

“Come on, it wouldn’t be that bad,” His lips graze against yours. You roll your eyes playfully at him. Your arms resting on top of his shoulders while his laid at your waist. You go on your tip toes to plant another kiss on his lips.

“Ewwwww!” Kyle and Jason say in unison. You both laugh and pull away from each other. Kids definitely made it a challenge to show affection towards one another without receiving a disgusted sound in the process.

“Sit down at the table, so Mommy can make your plates okay?” You glance over at them, watching them rush over to the dinner table. They still couldn’t resist punching each other around in their seats. Namjoon sits across from them at the table, laughing at the hyper ness radiating off of them.

You scoop up a couple spoons of rice and stir fry on each plate, setting the kids’ dinner plates down first. You sit yourself down after setting yours and Namjoon’s plate down at the table. Once you sat down you sighed from the quietness. The kids were too busy stuffing their facing to create another ruckus for right now. Namjoon places his hand on your thigh and smiles at you.

“Hey kids we need to thank Mommy for making dinner for us today. You know it’s going to be a good dinner when she’s cooking,” He taps the table to get the kids’ attention. He was right— he was a terrible cook.

“Thank you Mommy,” They say in a monotone fashion which makes you belt out in a laugh. You watch them return back to their plates in unison.

Namjoon rolls his eyes at the lack of enthusiasm. “Thank you, beautiful. It looks and smells great.”

You thank him for the compliment and you both join the boys eating. A couple minutes into dinner, a thump is heard from the basement. Namjoon furrows his brows, wiping the food from his face with a napkin before backing his chair out from the table. You watched him walk downstairs filled with worry. It wasn’t even 7 yet, so what would someone be doing here?

“Be careful,” you follow him, but stop at the top of the stairs. You wait there when he disappears from your view, tapping your foot to ease the anxiety you felt. Namjoon reappears with a shrug and makes his way back up the stairs.

“Nothing to worry about. I didn’t see anything,” he notices the look on everyone’s faces. He bends down to the boys and tickles them for a laugh to ease the tension. You sit yourself back down with Namjoon to continue eating.

“How was everyone’s day?” You hum to end the sounds of silence and chewing noises.

“Good,” The twins say together. “One of the girls in my class told me she thinks I’m cute,” Jason chest huffs out with confidence. An ‘ooooo’ comes from yours and Namjoon’s mouth.

“Wait, Lexi?! She said that to me too!” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest. They begin to push each other around, saying “No, she likes me!” back and forth.

“Hey! Knock it off, did you guys forget you both look like each other? Of course she thinks you both are cute,” You stop the arguing, while Namjoon tries to hold in his laughter.

“Oh yeah,” they giggle.

“Hard to top what just happened, but my day was pretty good. I talked to Jin and he said that my work was so outstanding that I could be looking at a promotion in the near future,” Namjoon takes another bite of rice. You squeal and give him a hug.

“That’s great, Joon! It’s about time he’s recognized how talented you are,” you cause him to shy away and smile. He was always timid when it came to his work and the compliments he received on it. He despised people that are cocky and gloat about how much better they were, so he was the exact opposite.

Once everyone had finished their dinner, they set it in the sink. You scrub the dirty dishes and look out the window above the sink to the backyard. Namjoon was outside playing baseball with the boys, draining all the energy they had stored throughout the day. He stood on his knees to toss the ball at them at an even level, once Jason hit the ball he bolted around the imaginary bases. Kyle picked up the ball from the ground and threw it at Namjoon, causing him to playfully fall back from the oh-so-forceful throw. The boys laughed and piled on top of him, a grunt coming from Namjoon’s mouth.

“You guys are too heavy to do that to me now!” Namjoon tickles them off. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself while watching them.

You hoped the baby in your belly was— first off— only a single baby, and—secondly— a girl. Having two boys was fun and cute to watch Namjoon have his own little minions, but you wanted your own little girl to bond over things. Namjoon has his boys to play sports and rough house with, and you wanted a girl to talk about boy problems and dress up in cute clothing. It was stupid because, no matter what, you’ll love them unconditionally. Yet, you secretly wished for it.

You set your last clean dish on the drying mat before plopping on the couch with a whole cheesecake on a plate. You called it a pregnant craving, but Namjoon just thought it was hilarious. The fridge was always stocked with a cheesecake for times like these. You clicked on How To Get Away With Murder on the TV and your body was instantly in a trance. A trance of shoving a forkful for cheesecake in your mouth every 30 seconds while your eyes were glued to the screen. The trance was broken when Namjoon and the kids jumped down on the couch next to you.

Kyle and Jason knocked out on the couch basically the second they laid their heads down on it. “You really know how to wear them out,” you look down at Jason asleep on your lap.

“I have to or they would never fall asleep,” he whispers, inching his fingers near your cheesecake. You give him a glare, causing a snicker to come from him. “Rule number one, never take (Y/N)’s cheesecake,” he raises his hands up in surrender. You laugh and roll your eyes at the comment. Once again, he wasn’t wrong.

He quickly dips his finger and pops it in his mouth, immediately kissing your forehead to try to undo the unruly action he just did to you. You didn’t have it in you to be mad at him, so you just laughed. After that, he scoops up the boys on his shoulders to take them to bed. He made sure to activate the security system on the way back. You listened as the metal walls fell over the doors and windows. He walks back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“You finished devouring your cake?” He jokes. You laugh and set your empty plate down on the table. He kisses you when you rest your back against the couch again, his thumb resting on your chin. “I love you,” he pulls away. His eyes set on yours, warm and full of love like always.

“I love you more,” you tease. He shakes his head and kisses you again. You both lean back on the couch, his body resting on top of yours.

The purge siren goes off in the background, causing him to pull away. Your body snaps back to reality, to the night that sent chills up your spine— The Purge.

Namjoon could always read what you were thinking. “It’ll be okay. The security is the best in the country and, even if something does happen, I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he says softly. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. He pushes his fingers into your sides, making you yelp from being ticklish. He pulls you up and carries you to your guys’ room making sure to close the door behind him with his foot while passing it. Laying you on the bed softly he looks at you with his goofy smile.

“Have to keep quiet...the kids,” he whispers and winks at you. He let’s go of you to take off his shirt and toss aside, crawling on top of you to make his way back to your lips. Your mouths pushed together softly, each kiss filled with sweetness and love. You were so lucky to have him in your life; he was your best friend and obviously more. The way you both bond and click so easily made you always comfortable to do anything around him— and vice versa. You could feel his smile through the kisses. One of his hands twirled through your hair while the other lightly skimmed across your stomach with his fingertips. Everywhere he touched you felt his warmth sinking into your skin which only made you want more. He always knew how to make everything gentle, his kisses soft yet still passionate.

He reaches behind him to pull a blanket over the both of you just in case the kids came in you would both be shielded. You separate your legs more to give him room. Your casual dress bunching at the top of your thighs making it clear to see your underwear. He pulls his body in, hips grinding into you. The friction of his pants against your almost bare entrance made your breath hiccup. Your kisses travel along the bottom of his jaw causing a quiet moan to flow out of his lips. Your hands glide up and down his bare back, feeling the bumps of muscle and his shoulder blades. Meanwhile his lips found their way to your breasts, kissing each before traveling down further to your stomach. You look down at him and watch him kiss and trace shapes on your skin.

“I can’t wait for this little one to join our family,” his eyes look up to meet yours. He felt so blessed to be able to have a family with you and he was confident that you guys would spend the rest of your lives together.

“I hope it’s a girl,” you say out loud for the first time, curious to see if he would agree or disagree.

He nodded, looking back down in front of him. “Me too, she’ll be just as beautiful as her mother.” You felt your heartbeat pick up a bit when those words came out of his mouth. He always knew what to say and how to make you feel on top of the world. He brings his face to yours once again, cupping your face in his large hands. He kisses your nose before meeting your lips again, a moan muffled within the kiss from one of his hands thumbing circles on your underwear.

“Quiet baby,” he breathes, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth. He watches your eyes flutter back when he pushes your underwear aside to slide a finger in. He curls his fingers inside as his tongue begins to swirl around your sensitive nipples. Pregnancy makes them even more sensitive than usual, so the sudden sensation makes you gasp. Your fingers entangled through his hair, clutching handfuls to try to control yourself from being too loud. Your hips lift and circulate around his fingers inside of you and his thumb pushing into your clit.

You try to push his pants off, making him laugh against your chest. The vibration carried through your body to each tip. He got the hint that you were growing impatient for him, so he kicked off his pants and boxers. You bit your lip at the sight of his naked body in front of you, his length eager to inch inside of you. You pull him in and kiss him vigorously as your hand desperately clings onto his length hovering over your entrance. He groans as you wiggle him through your folds and jerk him.

He grabs the back of your knee and pushes it up and over his shoulder so he can sink inside deeply. He sighs with his eyes shut while he pushes deeper and deeper in you, going in circles to touch everywhere he can. You squeeze your hand over your mouth to hold in your moans. He begins to pump into you at a slow pace, watching you struggle to contain yourself.

“Hard to keep quiet?” He smirks into your neck, you can feel his breath heat up your skin like a flame. His lips connect to your neck while his hands grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them within his palm. His thrusts grow faster, making your hands latch onto his back instead of your mouth now. His forehead is pressed against yours and you can see him trying to hold on for as long as he can, his lip being sucked in by his teeth from the painful pleasure of your fingers scratching up his back.

“Fuck, fuck” you whine. You pull him into you, making him go deeper. Your body desperate to vocalize the pleasure every time his dick hits your spot.

“You make me feel so good. God, I love you so much,” he struggles to complete his sentence. Sweat beads make his body slippery from the heat being created under the blanket.

Your body takes in his loving words and releases all over, causing him to be set over the edge as well. You feel him fill you up while he fucks into you until you are both done. When he pulls out, sliding his underwear back on and lays your dress down to your knees again. He dips down to embrace your hips into his body as he rests his head on your stomach. You watch him cuddle into you and his eyes slowly close while you play with his hair. It wasn’t long after that you found yourself caving into being tired and falling asleep too.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Your two boys burst into the room crying causing you and Namjoon to jump into action. You kneel on the ground while they cry into your shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Shhh, it’s okay. Tell Mommy and Daddy what’s wrong,” You coo and try to wipe their faces clean.

“We h-heard something in the-the basement!” they hiccup, tears flowing nonstop into every crevice of their small faces.

Namjoon’s heart drops to the floor as you both shoot each other a look of concern. His body shoots up as he quickly pulls on his clothes while grabbing a metal baseball bat from the closet. He rushes to the kitchen to give you a knife before walking out the bedroom door once again. You shoo your kids to the closet as you sit against the door with the knife gripped into your hands.

Namjoon inches towards the basement door for the second time today. The house was dark since all the lights were off, but he wasn’t stupid. He tries to flick the switch to turn the basement lights on, yet it remained unlit. He curses to himself as he yanked a drawer open to get a flashlight. He couldn’t help but feel terrified at what he might find in the basement as he shined the light beam down the stairs. His steps creaked underneath his feet as he slowly made his way downstairs. He whips the flashlight around the basement, showing the unpacked boxes stacked on top of one another like before. You both haven’t finished the basement yet and it was a future plan for the house that just wasn’t approached yet.

He illuminates the fuse box to reveal the torn out cables and wires, giving him the reason why the lights weren’t turning on. A piercing scream cut Namjoon’s basement search short. His body flying up the stairs to see what was happening. His eyes grew wide at the sight of a man pinning you on the floor with a knife being held to your neck. One of your hands were inches away from the knife that was knocked out of your hand on the floor, the man’s knee holding your wrist in place. You screamed out in pain again as his knife tore through your skin, joining the cuts he gave you on your arms, face, and chest.

The sight of Namjoon behind you brings tears to your eyes as you scream to try to warn him of the figure approaching him from behind. Namjoon whips around, but the second man knees his groin. Namjoon yells and falls to the ground in pain. Blood flies from his mouth when the man kicks him in the stomach over and over again.

“Stop hurting him, please! Stop!” Your begging is interrupting by the knife digging into your cheek. You scream out in pain. Your hot blood trickling down to the floor from each open wound.

“Shut the hell up or I’ll slit your throat right now, pretty lady,” The guy above you spits on your face and laughs. His lips break apart to reveal a row of rotten teeth in his mouth.

You watch the man become satisfied with Namjoon, finally leaving him alone. He begins to approach the closet, but Namjoon slowly gets to his feet once more. Blood and drool dripping off of his bottom lip and chin. His stance was staggered, but he managed to use what was left in him to push the man’s body into the closet door causing it to disconnect and concave into the closet. Kyle and Jason scoot up to the opposite wall and watch in horror as the man crashes into the ground face first.

Namjoon races towards the knife on the ground beside you and slices the guy’s throat open on top of you. His cut so powerful that it nearly took his head off completely. The guy collapsed on top of you, gurgling his own blood. Without hesitation, Namjoon stabbed the other guy at the top of his spine and dragged it down his body. His yells mixed with the painful screams of the dying man.

Your kids rush out of the closet, bawling their eyes out as they scurry towards you. You cry as you push the dead man off of you only to reveal your own body that looks like it was rubbed up and down a cheese grater.

“Oh my god,” Namjoon looks down at you with tears in his eyes. He scoops you up and carries you to the couch, making sure to lay your delicate body down carefully. “Kyle. Jason. Stay here with her. Got it? I need to check out the rest of the house to make sure there’s no one else,” He grabs the baseball bat and the flash light once again and searches the house. He disappears out of sight, leaving you with your kids latched on to your legs crying.

“Mommy will be okay,” you look down at them. You couldn’t see much other than their eyes sparkling with tears. Their crying didn’t settle down no matter what you said, but why would it when you looked like you were on your deathbed in front of their innocent eyes.

A couple minutes later, Namjoon reappears. “All clear...” he drops his weapons when he sees you on the couch. He carries a few lit up candles around you, so everyone was visible. He dabs a wet rag over your body while he sniffles to try to stop him from losing all sanity in front of his wife and kids. “Can you two grab me the first aid kit?” His voice shakes while asking.

“Babe, I’ll be okay,” you attempt to get up but his hand keeps you in place.

“You’re staying right there,” he demands. The kids run off to the bathroom to find what their father just asked them to. Namjoon pushes the sticky hair out of your face, so his lips have room to push against forehead. “I can’t lose you. We can’t lose you,” he whispers.

Your boys come running back with a big white box. Namjoon set it in his lap and takes out the wraps of gauze. He weaves it over your shoulders into an ‘X’ that covers your chest the best he could, and then, up and down your arms. Even though he just cleaned you up, the wounds already made a new mess of blood from the constant heavy flow pouring out of you.

“We’re going to take you to the hospital tomorrow morning to get you stitched up,” he reassures you with a faint smile. The pain in his eyes was evident with the tears brimming his waterline.

You couldn’t help but notice yourself feel sick. Your stomach twisting and your head feeling foggy. It was growing more difficult to keep your eyes straight and focused. You didn’t want to scare your kids, so you tried to hide it. Namjoon could tell by your silence something was wrong.

“Kids, go to your room,” Namjoon orders them while watching your skin grow paler.

“But-“

“I said go to your room, now!” A tear falls down his face. The boys could tell the tone in his voice was no where near okay, so they followed his instructions. He watches them walk around the corner out of sight before turning back around to meet your porcelain face again. The deep cuts on your chest made your breaths harsh and ragged. Your lungs felt smaller every time you tried to breathe in. Your body is shivering and cold, yet pooling with sweat at the same time. Namjoon places his hand around your cheek carefully. You fall into his touch, your tears dripping into his palm. He notices how cool you were so he pulls a blanket up to your chest.

“Only a few hours until morning. You can do it,” he searches into your eyes, but you break away from his gaze.

“I don’t think I can,” you croak, shaking your head slightly. Your words break Namjoon’s heart, this time he couldn’t hide it. He begins to cry, tears streaming down his face and his shoulders jumping from his sharp inhales.

“Please don’t leave us,” his lips quivered and coughed.

“I love you so so much,” your voice breaks. You were both crying— both scared of losing each other. You didn’t want to die, but you could feel your body shutting down. The life inside you clinging on to whatever was left, it was scared too.

“No, no, no,” he sobbed and shook his head, aggressively wiping every tear falling from his eyes. His cheeks were red and raw from the constant motion.

“I’m not gonna make it Joon. Look at me,” your voice was weak and ripped through your throat to get out. Your bandages were already soaked through, almost black from the excessive blood.

His hands fumble inside the box again to get more bandages, but your hand grabs his wrist loosely. That was as much strength you could release right now and it was diminishing by the second. His eyes meet yours with pure sadness. “I don’t know how to live without you by my side.”

“You have to...for Kyle and Jason,” You begin to cry whatever was left in you. You weren’t going to be able to see them grow up, get married, become handsome young men like their father. You weren’t going to birth your third baby and even see what gender it was going to be. You weren’t going to grow old with the love of your life. This was it for you and you couldn’t even think about accepting that, but how could anyone?

Your fears become mute from the lack of energy to do anything about them. Your eyes grew heavy and it wasn’t long before you found them closed. Your body felt like it was being sunk inside the couch to an endless void.

“Don’t go, please!” you hear Namjoon shout, but it felt like he was at the end of a tunnel.

“I love you,” you managed to use the last of your energy to say your final words. And that was it. Your body became limp, your head falling to the side.

Namjoon set his head on top of your breathless chest. He didn’t care that the blood stuck to his face from the bandages while he wrapped his arms underneath your body to pull you as close to him as possible. His sobbed for what seemed like forever. He didn’t want to accept the fact that you were truly gone.

Kyle and Jason heard the loud crying from their room, and couldn’t ignore it. They snuck around to see what was happening and began to cry themselves when they saw their father hung over their mother’s lifeless body. Namjoon turns around and tells them to come next to him. They rush into his arms, everyone crying nonstop.

“Let’s tell Mommy goodnight, okay?” Namjoon chokes out, wiping his nose. The two boys wipe their tears as they inch near your body.

“Goodnight Mommy,” each of them take their turn to say those words and to place a kiss to your forehead. Namjoon looks at his hands to try to avoid watching the painful scene in front of him— until it was his turn to say goodnight to you.

“Goodnight... we’ll see each other again some day. I promise,” He kisses your forehead and kept his lips there for moments after. He wished you would be awake looking at him with that gorgeous smile on your face when he pulled away from you, but your face was still pale and limp. Tears fell from his face again as he pulled the blanket over the rest of your body, covering your face.

Everyone spent the rest of the night laying down next to the couch. Namjoon held his two boys in his arms while they slept. Faces swollen and rashes from wiping tears repeatedly spread across everyone’s faces. Namjoon couldn’t help but notice how much they looked like you as they cuddled into his arms.

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skippyv20 · 5 years

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LET’S READ MM’S DIARY ...Dear Dairy - a day in August...this year

Dear Dairy,

Today was fabulous! I have the most wonderful life! All the haters are so jelly! Why can’t they “be kind”? You would think they would want ME to be happy! I want ME to be happy! When I think of ME and MY wonderful life, I am so happy! I love ME! I love MY wonderful life! I didn’t talk to Jess today....I do think her face is starting to melt, I gave this much thought for a second! And...ewwwww! So, now I have a secret name for her....”FaceMelt”...shhh! Tell everybody! Enough of her...more about ME! Today I did something fun! I changed places with the housekeeper...I cooked, (no one in the world cooks like me)...and I had her take the fake dogs out for a walk! HILARIOUS! She thinks she sees them...I just ...I can’t tell her....back to ME! So I was talking to Mio..and I told him to get his a$$ in gear! The restaurant is denying I was there! Do they have no idea of who I am? I am going to sue them! They have no idea! I have the sugars (fools) spreading new rumours, that I am really excited about....

1. I am pregnant again (they still think I was last time, man...those sugars are dumb as doorknobs)

2. I am secretly going to the US

3. I am going to Balmoral

4. Elle Goulding wishes she was ME

5. The Queen wishes she were ME

6. Doris got a new job...she is a trucker now

7. Archie Darren Doll is starting school same day as Charlotte

8. Harry, ME and doll are going on a world wide tour

9. My Vogue edition sold the mostest ever

10. Meghan’s Mirror will be selling Archie Darren Dolls

11. Harry gave me a new ring..bigger than Cressindas....I will attach a picture...

12. I am going to wear the Cambridge Tiara when I go to Marks and Spencer’s next week

And of course, I work on new lists every single day. So be ready, more to come!

You know Dairy, you are such a great bestie! I know you are in awe of ME! I certainly am!

Well must run....Hubby and I are going to have a wonderful meal I cooked....the evening theme....Dinner for one.....

Love ME...I LOVE MExoxoxoxoxo

LOOOK!!!!

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realtalkingmum-blog · 5 years

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Real Talk From a New Mum

Firstly before I start, I just want to make it known that never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be ‘that mum’ I use the term ‘that mum’ for a couple of reasons; first being a mum who is writing a blog – i’ve always thought ‘oh here we go another blog, why do people write them? What are they trying to achieve bla bla bla’ and secondly being a vocal mum speaking out about her journey so far with motherhood. I know another blog on the subject right?! Which takes me back to my first point, although I do hope to have a different spin to what you may have read before because in no way shape or form am I going to make motherhood sound like a walk in the park – because it just isn’t and yesterday I had a realisation that has completely thrown me.

My beautiful son who I love with all of my heart is almost 5 months old. To be exact in 4 days he will be 5 months old – jeez where has that time gone?! Well let me tell you where; not sleeping, constantly worrying, mum guilts, cleaning, cleaning again, washing, more washing, researching and not buying anything for myself, oh wait did I mention worry, mum guilts and cleaning?

Today my day started with a sleep in. We were up three times last night so I broke all of the baby sleep rules and brought my son into bed with me. I got up, changed his nappy and got him dressed for the day, fed him, washed his bottles, put washing in the dryer, folded washing that was in the dryer, vacuumed the house, had a shower myself, got the nappy bag ready, got him into his car seat and we headed out to have a catch up with friends (we were 30 minutes late!) but hey, we made it there!! Oh I forgot to mention, while doing everything before I left the house, I heard a strange gurgling sound coming from the shower so I poked my head out the window to check if the drain was ok, sure enough the drain is overflowing with bubbles (which I assume was coming from washing bottles) and also toilet paper! EWWWWW! What a shitty start to my day. I called my husband, who called a Drain Layer to come out and unblock the drains and put a camera down there to see what’s going on. All I can see is dollar signs – I’ll update you on progress once I know more!

But, what made me start this post was, yesterday a major retailer was having a half yearly sale so I thought oh brilliant, were going to be starting solids soon so I’ll get a stick blender so I can make puree. You know how all the good mum’s make all their baby food and it all seems so organic? Well I feel like I should be one of those mums and to be honest I do want the best for my baby so I want to make the most nutritious food for him. Anyway, I was talking to my mum last night about the best brand of blender to get without spending a fortune or getting a bunch of attachments I don’t need considering we have a small house with limited storage. She asked me why I needed a stick blender and I said to puree baby food…it dawned on me right then and there..this is my life now! It goes from bottles, constantly washing bottles and sterilising bottles (if you aren’t exclusively breast feeding your baby) - don’t even get me started on the pressure to exclusively breastfeed your baby!) to the thought of having to cook your child every meal!!! 5 months in and I still haven’t got dinners sorted for us by the time hubby gets home – but why the pressure to have everything sorted by 5pm? I’m trying to tend to a 5 month old and I don’t have time to cook dinner as much as I’d love to sound like I’m a super mum. Am I failing as a mother? Am I no good at this mum gig? I don’t know what the answer is but all I can think about is when do I find the time to cook his meals? What if I don’t like cooking? What if I cant be bothered? Where do I get the energy from? I’m so gobsmacked that I’ve never heard anyone talk real like this before! Before you get all concerned, of course I will feed my baby and do everything he needs and more. I love him more than I could possibly love anything and he’s my absolute pride and joy but this is my life now. A lot of you are probably like duh! Feeding your child obviously is the main role of a parent with a baby and yea I get that but so much is involved in every step of a child’s development along with huge amounts of sleep deprivation, swollen eyes to boot, children having constipation (well mine does following a cold!), drain issues, cleaning the house, washing bottles (soon to be pots and pans) gosh when does it end? I guess that’s my point…it doesn’t and I don’t feel like I ever was told the raw truth of what being a mum involved.

While pregnant and trying to get pregnant, I thought of those winter months with a cute little baby, cuddles on the couch, coffee dates you know all the good stuff? I thought oh yeah people say you’re tired but I’ll just sleep on the couch with my baby, it’ll be great! Well, what I didn’t think of or wasn’t aware of was what if your baby doesn’t sleep when you’re exhausted and falling asleep, what if they’re ready to play? What if you have your midwife coming for an appointment or a doctor’s appointment, what if you have people coming to visit and your house is a mess, what if you haven’t touched your garden in 5 months and you’re completely embarrassed of the state of your house? What if your baby completely misses a sleep cycle and you’re frantically trying to get up to date with washing and fold washing to make room for new washing so you have clothes for the baby? Oh and yourself! On that, what about the issues that happen to you as a mum after giving birth? What if you need to walk your dog? That’s right I also have a dog! Oh and all of this along with teaching your baby how to sleep and re-settling and not holding your baby too much, or rocking them to sleep or creating bad sleep habits for the baby gosh the list just goes on! But now on top of all of this, the added job of making food too!! With that goes the admin of researching high chairs, and all the right and best products you should be using for the next big step in their development. Did you know there are certain spoons which are better to use than others? I didn’t! Oh did I mention the money that goes into buying all they need? So there’s car seats, clothes for when they’re bigger, things for safe sleeping, sleep sacks, transition sleeping sacks, bottles, teets as they grow, teething toys, products for wind, osteo appointments, books, baby sensory classes…!!

You know how I mentioned at the start no longer buying things for yourself? You can now see why! I have the thought of me going back to work in two months (which I’ll talk about in another post) but how am I supposed to fit food into the agenda with going back to work thrown in the mix too?

My point is, let’s start talking real. They say it takes a village to raise a child and that couldn’t be more accurate. People need to know the truths about mum life, not that I would’ve changed a single thing and not that its all about expenses however, I would’ve made sure I brought more stuff while on two incomes and made sure I was for more prepared especially mentally! Everyone is different and this shouldn’t make me viewed as a bad and unloving mum,because i’m not. Perhaps a little naïve coming into motherhood perhaps I didn’t do enough research or perhaps people don’t want to tell you the truth to put you off the greatest experience and journey of all time? I do love my little man so it makes all the hard graft so worth it!

Also, the drain layers have just been and turns out it was tree roots growing into the pipes which will happen again too….great!!

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satire-please · 6 years

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Take a Sad Song and Make it Better - Part 4

Day 4 - Vacation = From the beach to camping in mountains, it’s up to you.

The Bats go to the beach facing a deadly foe...the sun.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Tim wishes Dick would calm down on family vacations.

Just take a chill pill. Let Tim breath every once in a while, yes he needs those ribs, no he doesn’t need another layer of sunscreen. Fine. He lied, are you happy, Dick? Are you happy? Yes, give him more sunscreen. Fine, smear more of on his back, slather it on, give him a new paint job, he’s always wanted to be as white as the moon.

Sure, his ass is pasty but he plans to keep it that way, thanks.

Because the alternative? Is Jason.

Red Lobster, not mobster Jason.

Who currently writhes on the towel under the giant beach umbrella. His skin a red and peeling mess. There was a time when he declared sunscreen was for sissies. Now he growls and snarls at someone who dares to exceed a three feet radius of him. Only Alfred is allowed in the giant personal bubble, especially since the man approaches with a vast array of Aloe Vera and items to make the burn...burn less.

The sun loves a chosen few. It does not love Jason or Tim.

“Just lemme die again, Alfie. You got the gravestone and everything already. All ya need is new flowers.” He groans.

“Enough chatter Master Jason, please lean up so I can apply this to your dear shoulders.”

“Lemme die. I wanna. I can’t take it anymore. Where’s my gun?”

“Have you forgotten young sir? There is not a single firearm on the island. Nor any implements sharper than a butter knife. Nor a single internet wifi connection. Not even remote satellite will work here.” The last facts are spoken louder for Tim’s benefit.

He winces. Ouch, he’s not that bad, is he?

Meanwhile, Jason’s whole face crumples in betrayal. “Alfie, how could ya?”

“I may have insisted on the help of a Super in our acquaintance. Clark was quite willing to scan the island several times to validate my request to make this a nonworking vacation.”

Bruce flinches minutely in a beach chair a few yards away. In his hands is a book. Tim swears by Dick’s perfect butt that Bruce isn’t even reading it. Bets it’s a cover for his ugly guilty mug.

It was Bruce’s bags that had to be checked the most….and repacked. More than once.

Thick cool globs squirt over his neck and Tim jerks only to be held in place by Dick. The grip on his shoulder firm. “Come on guys, it’s only three days! All of you could use a good dose of vitamin sea. Plus it’s overkill when your own butler has to blackmail you into taking a break!”

“Using his birthday was a dirty move,” Tim mutters out of the side of his mouth.

Alfred slowly turns his head towards Tim. One eyebrow raised. “Was it, Master Timothy?”

Tim looks away quickly. Dick takes advantage of the angle to cover his nose and cheeks in the greasy stuff that will save his life.

“It’s okay not to be workaholic for once, Timmy,” He coos. “Just think of all the fun we’ll have here!”

Tim swears Dick and Alfred must have planned this. Planned to use the butler’s birthday as an excuse, to spring a trap none of them could escape from. No one can say no to Alfred.

Not when he blew out the candle on a cupcake Jason made and Dick asked (deliberately) what he wished for.

Not when the man’s eyes grew soft and wistful. His words so quiet that no one dared interrupt with a breath.

No one rejected that request. No one.

They’re all distracted when loud laughter bursts from near the umbrella. Stephanie points a dainty finger at him and snickers, “Oh my gosh, Tim. Dick can stop now. The beacons are lit, Gondor calls for aid!” Tim scowls and Dick just works on his forehead.

Besides her, Cass nods with approval under a wide brim. The sunhat is huge, but armor takes many forms. “Look good.” She gives him a thumb up.

“Thanks, Cass. Shut it, Steph.”

She just snickers harder, “No can do, ex-boyfriend. You’re just jealous you can’t tan...like me.” She motions to miles of silky bronze skin. Steph does have the best beach body. She’s even wearing a yellow polka-dot bikini. Tim isn’t jealous...much. Just annoyed when he shifts and more sand sticks to his oily ankles. “But don’t worry, you’re the still the ‘fairest’ one of all.”

He should throw sand at her.

“There! All done.” Dick cheerfully beams, “What should we do first?”

“Bury annoying girls in the sand?”

Steph sticks her tongue at him.

“No. Tim. Remember when you tried to do that to Damian?”

Oh, yeah. Tim remembers that. He thought he was going to die. Damian proved that he has more stamina than him. The boy used to this heat, and almost chased him up a coconut tree. Speaking of, where was the assassin child?

“Father?”

Oh. There. But Tim notices something off about the kid. It’s not the bucket in hand, a small shovel inside. It’s the way he swings it slightly, almost hesitant.

“May I offer a suggestion on possible activities?” He asks. His eyes dart to the side, unable to look at anyone directly.

Everyone waits for Bruce’s answer. If he makes the wrong one, guess there will be someone to bury in the sand.

“Go on, Damian. What is it?”

“There are tidepools further up the shore, we could scavenge and classify possible specimen together.”

Cass perks up. “Tidepools?” she echoes.

“That’s a wonderful idea, Dami!” Damian bounces over to him, Damian dodges the first hug but isn’t fast enough to dodge the second. “I don’t think Cass has ever seen those. We’ll look at sea urchins–”

“You can eat those, you know.”

“Ewwwww, gross Tim,” grouses Steph.

“–play with the starfish. Later we can hunt for sand crabs and ohhhhhh poke at anemones. Maybe even find something for Jason, since he’s stuck–”

“In Hell.” Jay hisses. “Where I belong. Now go get me something pretty. And a book. Bruce gimme your book.”

“So let’s all go now. We need to seas the day!” Dick jokes. But his tone has an edge though, one that books no questions.

“Fine. It is a great suggestion, Damian.” Bruce gives his youngest a small smile. The boy's lips twist in a tiny one back at him. A real one. Not a smirk, but a shy thing he covers with a hand. The Bat stands and tosses the book to Jason and leans to take the pail. “Let’s go.”

Alfred just watches them leave all content. This may be one of his best presents yet. Perhaps it is a request he shall have to make it again.

And again.

#BatfamBigBang #Batfam Big Bang #beach episode #my writing #back to fluff #lots of fluff #batfamily

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kawaiijoey · 6 years

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You Don't Need A Man To Feel Validated

ok so i just need to vent for a little bit about friendships and people within my life.

so current i have this friend sense ive known sense high school lets just call her Amber. amber is a really nice girl she's so sweet back in high school we connected on a lot of things such as high school musical the wizard of oz and bonding on the fact that we both got bullied everyday but thats besides the point. lets jump back to current situations were out of high school im 24 she's 25 now we don't talk as much like in the pas because of well reasons im busy he's busy i actually ok with that it doest mean e don't talk because we actually do talk but heres the thing thats been bugging me. even though i love talking to her at the same tie i hate talking to her. its not the casual talking or casual conversations we have with one another. its solely on the fact when we talk its only when drama with in our lives happen or when shit goes down. now i always said if amber always needed someone to talk to im always here for her to talk. now amber is in a toxic relationship it is obvious that she loves the guy that she's with. now i don't know him never said a word to him i don't don't even think at all about him he's nothing to me but he really strongly seams not to like me i don't know why that is but its a thing. now vever the one to comment or to get into other peoples business or relationships how ever when you drag me into your business and into your relationship drama clearly im going to comment on situations and put my input. now amber is in deeply and madly in love with this guy. but she fails to realize this guyisno good for her and he's a huge dick. amber has confessed to me so many times that she is unhappy and that she is depressed. she recently got kicked out of her dads house moved in with here boyfriend that she's been dating for 6 months off in on and she hooked up with him and and started dating a month after her (may passed may she rest in peace). now from the being i was very skeptical about them dating and her dating in general she's never once been single for a long period of time and she's always has been in a relationships that never last or caused her not to be mentally stable. this guy she's dating disrespects her repeatedly controls her life cheats on her tells her who she can and can't talk to and maniples her into doing anything and everything he wants. ive been noticing this for a long time now.i didn't mention it or never taklked about to her because i didn't want to get in there relationship or in there business but it became a problem when he put lies and thought in t=her head about who i am as saying things like i don't support her i don't want to see here happy... which is completely not true i know amber for 12 years we met in 6th not only was he confusing her but he also felt threated because he said im a "guy" and that i wanted to date her ummm ewwwww first off IM SUPPER GAY second Amber is like my sister. so over time me and amber just became distant we were talking but we were starting to talk less and less and soon we only talked or the person was only there when the bad stuff was happening we still have not had on phone call conversation were we just called to talk no drama no complaining no bull. its sad i want my friend back but i know the best thing to do i to just let her figure things out give her sapce and move on but that so easy to say but when you've literally been friends for 12 years (going on 13 years september 13) but last night i got a call from her and it kind pissed me off. first off she was drunk now when amber is drunk she tends to get really emotional and over the top. now she calls me and says she fucked up her and her boyfriend broke up now my initial reaction was this literally happens 2 days ago 2 weeks ago 3 weeks ago last month this happens every time you two say you break up but you get back together, i didn't tell her this i said this in my head. so she's freaking out saying she doesn't know what she did but he broke up with her now douring this whole thing she's saying she hates hem she's unhappy she's depressed she's falling out of love so on so fourth. now i started getting pissed when she started begging for him to take her back latterly begging saying shell do anything for him to take her back mind you this is a pattern that always happens but what set me off was to see my friend no not just my friend but a woman begging for her man to take her back that set me off... she spent 6 months with this scrub catering to him doing everything for him even when he treated her like shit she got kicked out doesn't have a job has no money no state ID she lost her family her friends has no goals no dreams except only to be loved valued to feel validated and to be taken care of by her scrub of a "man" this set me off because never in my life have met any woman to beg for a man to love her and take care of her and to validate her.

A WOMAN

DOES NOT NEED TO FEEL VALADATED

DOES NOT NEED A MAN TO TAKE CARE OF HER

DOES NOT NEED TO CATER TO A MAN 24/7

DOES NOT NEED TO B TAKEN CARE OF

DOES NOT NEED APROVAL FOR HER OWN DCECESIONS

DOES NOT NEED A MAN TO MAKE HER FEL IMPORTANT

DOES NOT NEED A MANS MONEY

IS ALLOUD TO BE SELFISH

SHOULD BE A BOSS

SHOULD MAKE HER OWN MONEY

HAVE HER OWN DREAMS

HAVE HER OWN GOALS

HVE HR OWN BUSSNISS

HAVE SEVEAL BACK UP PLAINS

SHOULD BE STRONG

SHOULD BE INDEPENDENT

SHOULD BE A SURVIVER

SHOULD BE A QUEEN

SHOULD BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY

SHOULD BE PRISED FOR THE GIFT OF LIFE

A WOMAN DOES NOT, SHOULD NOT , DON'T THINK OF NEEDING A MAN TO COMPLETE YOU AND MAD AKE YOU FEEL VALIDATED AND IMPORTANT YOU ARE THE BOSS, BE THE BOSS, BE INDEPENDENT

#woman #feminism #friendships #relatioships

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scholar-thief · 3 years

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RP Log: Momori and Rerenima meet at an Ul’dahn ball.

Momori - Dressed in fine silks and finer filigree, the Ul’dahn elite made their way to the grand ballroom for yet another of one of their exclusive parties. But under the cover of revelry, business was being done. Alliances were drafted, rumors were exchanged, and strategies were formed.

Rerenima || Fancy parties were nothing new to Rerenima. It felt like he was sent to one of them at his mother's every opportunity. Already tonight he'd been forced into dozens of awkward conversations with other lalafell, and even some taller races... And now he stood grumbling at a punch bowl, trying desperately to stay as small as possible- smaller than he already was- to avoid yet another conversation.

Momori has spent most of the night by her client’s side, dutifully jotting down notes and storing business cards as they come. But, as the night stretched on, her client grew more and more interested in partying...it’s definitely the alcohol.

Momori - There wasn’t much for her to do now. From the corner of her eye, she spies someone lingering by the punch bowl, obviously trying to avoid conversation. Despite knowing this, Momori approaches.

Momori: “Hello.”

Rerenima nearly visibly cringed at the sound of a voice near him, and had to take stock of his own sanity before he could turn to face the voice with a pleasant, but very fake, expression. "Hello there, how fares the evening for you?" He asks, clearly not wanting to know the answer.

Momori mirrors his forced smile, and takes a moment to observe her target. Raven black hair - the new heir to the Rurunima fortune, perhaps? He doesn’t look too pleased to be here. Must be new.

Momori: “Night’s just getting started for me. How’s the punch?”

(Momori) dubiously flavored red punch is what i imagine )) (Momori) red flavored )) (Rerenima) ewwwww lol )) (Momori) better than blue! xD ))

Rerenima has one of the many glasses on the table in his hand, the long nails on one hand tapping against it idly. "If I'm being honest?" He responds, slightly less standoffish than before. He was expecting someone a bit.. older. Maybe this was his lucky day? "Not enough alcohol. Not -nearly- enough."

(Momori) Momori’s 30 btw..but then again. All lalas are ageless beings tbh >:D )) (Rerenima) engrish, me no wut is ) (Rerenima) pff not that much older than him xD ) (Momori) how olds Re? :o )) (Rerenima) settling with 27 for now. xD ( (Rerenima) Probably looks younger, though lol ) (Rerenima) if even lalas can tell that kind of thing xD ) (Momori) no idea )) (Momori) a 'child' lala uses the adult model LOL )) (Rerenima) further proof that they are grown in potato patches. )

Momori dully looks at the punch bowl, and then back to Rerenima. The stuffs strong...She’s had it before. Maybe he’s looking to get hammered? “If it’s more alcohol you want, Ser, that can be arranged.”

Momori ominously pulls out a small vial full of an unknown brown liquid, expression unchanging.

Rerenima must have a pretty high tolerance- he barely looks tipsy despite having stood there for only the gods know how long. He takes a glance to either side of him, checking to see if anybody was watching him. His mother was otherwise engaged, as was his butler Kelza, with some other family's servants, no doubt. "Sign me up," He replies with a sneaky little smirk, offering his glass to dump some of it into.

(Rerenima) cuz its always a good idea to take random unidentifiable liquid from strangers amirite? ) (Rerenima) WHAT COULD GO WRONG?? ) (Momori) LOL I was gonna say xD )) (Rerenima) bet she's kicking herself for not bringing some chloroform. "Hey, smell this!" "sure! X_X" ))

Momori raises a brow, but pours a shot’s worth of liquor into Rerenima’s glass. “...Cherry Brandewine.” She similarly pours herself a bit and takes a sip.

Momori: “You must be new around here.”

Rerenima spins his glass a bit to mix it up and gives it a tiny sniff, both eyebrows raised. PHEW. Yes. This will get him sufficiently slammed. Perfect. He takes a few gulps all at once, coughing in a most unmannerly way that caught the attention of a patron or two. He quickly straightens up and brushes himself off. Nothing to see here.

Rerenima: "Thanks!" He squeaks.

Rerenima: OH!

Rerenima: "Uhh.. new? I wouldn't say that, exactly. Been going to these damdable things since I was old enough to introduce myself without a stammer."

Rerenima: "You, on the other hand, I've not seen before."

Rerenima ponders over you.

Momori - His reaction is answer enough. The corner of her mouth quirks up as she holds herself back from laughing. Must. Be. Polite. Mustbepolite. She clears her throat.

Momori: “They do a good job at keeping me hidden in the back. And by they, I mean my clients.” She stiffly offers him her hand. “Momori Mori. Conservationist and historian.”

Rerenima seems sufficiently surprised. "Conservation efforts? Around here? And they're buying into it?" He asks, genuinely surprised that any number of the hoity toity frilly guests here would be interested in anything other than lining their own pockets.

Momori gives him a practiced smile. “You’d be surprised how much history means to those in this room. Now...” She casually leans against the punch table. “What do you go by? Unless you’re content being indexed as ‘hey you’ in my mind.”

Rerenima chuckles as the booze settles in. "Rerenima Rurunima. The pleasure is mine." Hard to say if he means that or not. He takes another drink off the glass, smaller this time.

Momori narrows her eyes for just a split second as her suspicions are confirmed. It could be valuable to get to know him a bit more, given his family’s wide net of connections. She refills his glass, hoping that another drink could help loosen his lips...and lower his guard.

Momori: “Likewise. So, what do you think about all this?” She gestures to the ballroom and, in turn, the rich folk that fill it. “For many, they see opportunity. Money to be made. Power to be gathered. What about you? Do you see something else?”

Rerenima seems to be internally debating with himself over exactly how he should answer this question, given where he's located and who could be listening. But, after a few more sips, he's run out of fucks to give, and states as plainly as can be, "I see a bunch of lecherous old men and women eyeballing me like I'm some prize to be won or some happy ending to their utterly boring night. Frankly, I feel filthy just standing around here -letting- them look at me, and I want out. You?"

(Rerenima) when u painfully aware that ur mama tryna sell you like a high class whore lol ) (Rerenima) bet that there's more than a few lalas around here who are strictly gilsexual. Gender got nothin to do with it, but they better be loaded. With money. ) (Rerenima) i ain't sayin they's a gold digger... )

Momori can’t help herself. A cheeky grin spreads on her face and she giggles a single time - the rest is kept back when she brings a clenched fist up to her lips. But as quickly as she had let out her true feelings, her mask is back on. Stoic, serious Momori.

Momori: “...Ahem.”

Momori: “Perhaps I am naive compared to you, Ser, but I see a room full of good lords and ladies who hold the financial fate of Ul’dah in their hands. Hmmm.” She adjusts her glasses, looks at the crowd, and then Rerenima. “But if I squint, I can see what you mean. Hehe.”

(Momori) LOL I feel if Kelza were here he'd be dragging Re back to safety by his ear )) (Rerenima) conveeeeniently distracted for the time being lol ) (Momori) butler be butlering! ))

Rerenima almost immediately feels bad after her response. "Maybe," he mumbles, taking another sip. He's leaning on the table now, and seems to have forgotten some of his manners in all of the alcoholic haze. "I've just.. I'm not much a part of it. I mean, I am, I benefit from it, but this whole business running thing? Not for me. Not really. Better left to the people who know what the hell they're doing."

Momori tilts her head, somewhat surprised. “And here I thought all rich families raised their heirs with one purpose in mind. You’re not like them, Rere. And that’s a good thing.”

Momori: “And I can guarantee you that, in this room, there are countless others who don’t know what the hell they’re doing. They just aren’t aware of that fact.”

Rerenima: "Just maybe I -would've- been taught how to do all these things if my father hadn't suddenly... y'know." He waves a hand about dismissively, and for just a moment seems like he might truly get upset about it and make a scene.

Momori blinked. She had heard rumors, and it seemed that there was an inkling of truth in them yet. But she got the feeling that he wasn’t quite ready to tell her the details. It was too sensitive. “...Sounds like you need a bit of fresh air, and maybe another shot.”

Rerenima: "I think I do," He agrees in a wobbly, small voice. He abandons his glass, and the table, and as well as he can, heads towards the nearest exit while avoiding as many people as possible. The gaze he did -not- escape, however, was Kelza's. Rather than follow his charge, however, he simply watches him go with a curious, if not slightly concerned, expression. Another conversation distracts him once again.

Momori watches Rere leave - and as she walks by her, she slips her business card into his pocket. “Hey, some friendly advice. Don’t take drinks from strangers.” Momori smiles slightly. “See you ‘round.”

Momori checks on her client. Passed out, like always...which meant she had a fair bit of free time on her hands. Where would this drunk whelp wander too? Right before he completely leaves her sight, she dips behind a curtain and follows from the shadows.

Rerenima barely hears the advice, his brow furrowed as he stops in his tracks to ponder on it.. and then carry on again. Was it just him, or was it getting unusually warm in here suddenly? He wanted- no, he NEEDED- to get out of here, away from all these people.. and so he walked, pushed his way through the crowd, didn't even bother to apologize.

(Rerenima) this seems "away" enough lol ) (Rerenima) nice dark corner rofl ) (Momori) damn this dramatic lightning! (Rerenima) if i tilt the camera just right i get dramatic anime glasses lol ) (Momori) oh perf!!!! ))

Rerenima finally gets outside of the building, immediately taking a deep breath of fresh air.. and just as quickly taking a few steps off to the side to hurl all the alcohol he's been consuming. Guess he had just a liiiiittle too much.

Momori follows a distance away. It’s something she’s done many, many times. Gods, he makes a tempting target to simply rob and run, but she isn’t in the business of such crude practices anymore. Instead, she waits. Likely, someone else has their eye on him already..

Rerenima makes an unhappy groan once everything's done with, muttering more than a few curses as he stumbles just a few more feet away and collapses on his ass on the top of the stairs looking as miserable as can be.

(Rerenima) maaan he gon be so easy to pick on rofl ) (Momori) someone could just gently take him away.....if kelza was watching too, we’d have a person stalking at a person stalking at a person situation going on xD )) (Rerenima) stalker stalking a stalker stalking a dummy. ) (Momori) want me to jump him or do u wanna write for some thugz )) (Momori) *me writing some thugz. Momori will just be watching suspiciously in the night the whole time lmao )) (Rerenima) he's aaaall hers. xD ) (Rerenima) buut can raise the stakes a lil :) ))

Rerenima || Meanwhile, back at the party, Re's mother seems to have realized that her son's vanished. She'd wanted to introduce him to someone! In a huff, she stalks over to Kelza, and demands to know where he's gotten to! When no answer is provided, he is DEMANDED to go find him! Immediately!

Momori - Rerenima’s drunken wandering does not go unnoticed. A gang of lalafell dressed in cheap leather armor jovially play cards nearby, and their conversation quickly goes from impassioned shouts to hushed plotting. As a group, they encircle Rere and one of them nudges him with the butt of their club. “Eh. You.”

(Momori) Re's mom sounds like a helicopter parent )) (Rerenima) only when it benefits her :) )

Rerenima , who is in no mood at all for anything or anyone, simply grumbles, "What do you want..." without actually looking behind him. Perhaps he should've.

(Rerenima) when u too rich to know what danger looks like

Momori: “Oy, this one’s as drunk as a pig! Let’s get ‘im, boss!” one of the thugs says, just loud enough for Rere to hear. The leader nods, and each one of them pulls up a bandana to hide their identity. Another cuts off any escape routes, and keeps watch for any guards.

Momori: “Give me everything in your pockets. Now. Hurry.” The thug presses the end of his club against Rere’s chest, commanding urgency.

Rerenima || At first he'd simply rolled his eyes, but as more of the conversation revealed itself, sobriety set in quickly. "Wait, what?!" and all at once he was wide-eyed and terribly aware of just how many thugs were actually out here tonight. This wasn't looking good for him. Shit shit. Shouldn't have come out here alone. Shit. SHIT! For once, he does the smart thing- exactly what he's asked. Unfortunately for them, he's not carrying all that much- a couple gil, whatever's on his fingers...

Momori - The amount is not enough to get the thugs off his back, not by a long shot. The thug grumbles, and eyes what Rere might have on his person. Any valuable jewelry or items of great value?

(Momori) family ring? or anything that would cause a stir if it were gone )) (Momori) heck they'll just take his glasses lmao )) (Rerenima) hahaha poor kids gon be blind (Rerenima) tempted to have someone come to the rescue but that might ruin poor momo's chances haha (Momori) momo is completely content to stand by and watch if you want to be rescued by someone else! )) (Momori) momori is a terrible person lmao )) (Rerenima) the badass butler XD ) (Momori) oh shiiet )) (Momori) go for it! ))

Rerenima is on his feet now, waving his hands about and insisting he doesn't have anything else... at least not that would be worth anything! Surely! Except there was -one- thing, and it was quickly snatched away from him. A pocket watch, that it -almost- seemed like he would be willing to fight for had he not been held back by some handsy assholes. (cont)

Rerenima || Meanwhile, Kelza, silently cursing himself for letting an idiot out of his sight, opens the same back door that Re had just come from, and immediately sees the ruckus. Oh HELL no. He takes a gun from the inside of his jacket, aims upwards, and shoots. THAT aughta get their attention.

(Momori) GUN )) (Rerenima) dont bring a knife to a gun fight >:3 )

Momori: “Shit! Scramble, boys!” The thugs holding Rere quickly push him to the ground and each of them, as they pass, give him a drive-by kick. Pocket watch in their possession, they split up and flee into the dark alleyways like desperate rats.

Momori ‘s full attention is now on Kelza as she passively observes from her hiding spot.

(Rerenima) HAHA ) (Rerenima) i like how he literally hops into the sitting position rofl ) (Momori) little bounce xD ))

Rerenima doesn't have much time to shout after them, as he's both pushed, and then kicked, falling to the ground like a rock, breaking his glasses, cracking a nail.. it's not a good night for him. Rather than acting like a worried mother when Kelza rushed to Re's side, as one might suspect a butler should do, he made quick to chastize him. "What did I tell you about going off on your own?! You're lucky you're alive!"

Rerenima: "They.. they took it.. They took it!!" He suddenly cries out to Kelza's surprised expression.

Rerenima: "Took what?" The butler asks, annoyed.

Rerenima: "His watch! I need to get it back!"

Rerenima: "You were two minutes away from dead and -that's- what you're worried about?!" Kelza snaps, but Rerenima snaps right back at him! "He gave that to me! It's the only thing I have left of him!"

Rerenima: "How much did you drink?" Kelza asks accusingly.

Rerenima Between the two of them, the argument continues unabated for several long minutes, with Re attempting his damndest to convince Kelza that he NEEDED to get that watch back, and Kelza very much brushing him off-- literally and figuratively-- and eventually insisting- no, requiring, that they go home. Now.

Rerenima || The more he was brushed at, the angrier Re got until all at once he slaps Kelza's hand away, standing on his own, and doing exactly that. But there is a determination there in his plastered eyes that was not there before. Fuck this entire day.

Momori’s brows drew together as she contemplated the true nature of Rere and Kelza’s relationship. No matter, there was a takeaway regardless of that. A pocket watch found, and a debt created...Her master would be interested in hearing more about this. But around now, her client would be coming to their senses back at the party, and she had appearances to keep up.

Momori silently steps back into the shadow, the night cloaking her like an old friend.

#ff14 rp logs #Momori Mori #Rerenima Rurunima

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