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sweaterkittensahoy · 11 months

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Some financial advice that may be actually helpful

Based on one of y'all (sorry, I'm lazy, I'm not scrolling back) mentioning the terrible advice of "Make six figures."

Like, bitch. I'm TRYING.

But, let's say you live in a shocking world where you don't pull six figures out your bosses's ass every year. How can you make small financial changes that can lead to larger financial security?

These are all utterly subjective and based on things I've either actually done or just observed. I'm gonna try to skip over shit like, "shop for clothes second hand!" because shit like that can require a HUGE time commitment, and it's not even always worth it.

Anyway:

If your grocery store has a free rewards program (you put in your phone number or email address), get that set up. Yes, it will track what you purchase. But it also means when you get coupons in the mail, they're for things you actually buy. In our two-person household, we can save anywhere from 0-15 bucks a week depending on how coupons land.

If you can get a grocery card with fuel points (Fred Meyer and Safeway do it here in the PNW), you can save LOADS on gas. A dollar a gallon easily.

Also do any pet store reward programs that might be available. As the Bean does not require a great deal all the time, her rewards build up slowly, but every few months, we get enough points to get ten or twenty bucks off a purchase.

Do NOT buy in bulk if you're not gonna eat in bulk. Five pounds of rice is great if you eat rice regularly, but if you only have it every now and again, smaller portions of boxed rice are likely a better option. The same is true for any dried foods. Yeah, it's shelf stable, but it takes up more of the shelf. That could hold the stuff you actually eat steadily.

Frozen fruits/veggies are as healthy as fresh. And they'll stay ready to eat a lot longer. Consider that with how you eat and how much you eat a certain vegetable. It may be better worth your money to have three bags of frozen broccoli in your freezer than to keep buying fresh broccoli you forget to use in time.

If you're looking at a generic that says "Compare to BRAND NAME." It's the same formula. That's why they can say that. The reason it's cheaper is because the copyright or trademark costs money. Take that off, and boom. Cheaper cost for the same stuff.

If you have a car, know the way you drive it and how that can affect it. For example, if you do a lot of city driving, your transmission and (if applicable) stick shift are gonna wear down faster than you might expect. It's not always mileage. It's starting and stopping. However, if you drive long distances without stopping a lot (rural areas), your higher mileage car may not need any work on those things. Get your oil changed and your tires checked, and know what to look out for in terms of the kind of car you have and the driving you do. For example, we have less than 100k miles on our 15-year-old car, but we've mainly used it for city driving. We had to get the clutch re-built a few years ago, and last year we had to get the transmission goos updated because they'd run dry. These aren't surprising needs for a city-driven stick shift that's over ten years old.

There's a schedule to big shit going on sale in the US. Mattresses are a big thing around Memorial Day for some reason (Support the Fallen Troops by...fucking???). Electronics go big on sale before school starts and on Black Friday. Memorial Day is also big for cars, as is the 4th of July. If you hand make anything, certain colors of stuff go on sale before major holidays. Orange and black before Halloween. Red, green, and white before Christmas. Pastels before Easter. Etc.

Consider how much use a product will get before you decide you can or can't spend a little extra on it. Do 300-count sheets do the job? Yes. But speaking from recent experience, the 1500-count sheets feel so much nicer, which makes sleeping so much nicer, and I use them literally every single night, so the initial investment works out to basically the same even if I'd gotten cheaper sheets.

But also, stuff like sheets and comforters and stuff go on sale at various times! And your bed ain't gonna go through a growth spurt! Keep an eye out for those deals and scoop up the super soft stuff at a discount if you can!

And lastly on this main list, a very very important thing coming from a former poor kid: Fucking treat yourself. You know how much money you have. You know how much money you need. Maybe it's not hard to treat yourself because you're financially solvent, and in that case, this advice isn't for you. It's for those of us who have struggled to deviate at all from our list of NEEDS to give ourself even a very small WANT because WHAT IF I NEED FIVE BUCKS IN TWO DAYS. I get it. I do. To my bones. And I say fucking treat yourself, and if in two days, you suddenly need five bucks, do NOT feel bad that you got yourself a little something. You can't see into the future, and catastrophizing is so bad for you. Trust me. I know. Just. Remember, in all of this, give yourself a little focused care, okay?

All of that being said, a few more general points:

Dish soap is made to break up grease and oil, and it's commonly antibacterial. This makes it fucking perfect for cleaning your shower (covered in your greases and oils) and your bathroom in general (same reason). I don't recommend it for your toilet, but that's a personal preference based on zero research. The point is, most of your bathroom can be cleaned with dish soap. Get all your stuff off your counters. Make a thin layer with the dish soap. Let it sit for five to ten minutes. Scrub. Bonus: You can breathe the whole time.

Vinegar kills germs. Like, lab-tested kills germs. You can clean your kitchen with Vinegar and Borax (odor-reducer), and it costs a fraction of buying the kitchen-branded cleaners.

Borax is also great as an addition to laundry soap for odor-reducing reasons. So, even the cheap laundry soap is more effective with Borax.

"But Gayle, you can make your own laundry soap if you--" Yes, I know. And it's cool you know that. But it takes TIME to make laundry soap, and time is the only thing less reliable than money when it comes down to it.

Look up "No Buying" options in your area. This is usually a Facebook group or maybe a subreddit. The goal is that no one in the group wants to buy or sell anything. They just have stuff they want to get out of their house. It's not a 24/7 goldmine, but it's a once-a-day scroll through that could lead you to a pricey item for free!

If you have stuff that says "handwash," and you think, "Okay, I want to, but that's a whole new task." Nah. Just take a shower and bring it with! Hell, wear it in if you have to. I do this a LOT. Use the water and your soap (which, as it's likely a body wash or soap, will break down those skin oils and such) and give it a good washing while you stand there. Then, squeeze out the excess water and toss that thing over the shower rod. If you have a drying rack, use it. But if you don't, just leave it where it is and leave the fan going. It'll take care of itself. Just double check the label to know if hot water is a bad idea and if you need to lay flat or hang dry. If you need to lay flat, super squeeze the water out and lay it flat wherever you can.

And, lastly for this long post: If you need the expensive shit, buy the expensive shit. I have celiac and MCAS. My bread is five bucks a loaf. Peanut Butter fucks up my histamines. Almond fucks up my histamines. I need five dollar bread and fucking cashew butter to make a fucking sandwich. But the other option is getting sick from putting stuff in my body my body will fight against, and trust me, those urgent care visits stack up.

#financial advice #but like in a if it helps way #if none of this helps #it's not good advice for you #saving money #using coupons #self-care

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unnervinglyferal · 3 months

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I don't know what poverty is.

We have four people in a two-room apartment. I'm disabled, me and my girlfriend have the baby, her great-grandmother is a pensioner. Everyone in this household is on government support. It covers the rent, bills and groceries, but that's about it. Our daughter's bed is the cardboard box that her social welfare tools and clothes came in, other than those everything she's ever had is secondhand. Her faded little plastic rattle belonged to her grandmother.

We got an used stroller as a gift for christmas. That has freed us to go to places better now. We have a free monthly pass to the city's bus system, the bus routes go past the apartment and there's a stop at the library. The library's notification board always has something that's happening, our daughter is too little to go anywhere yet, but we check anyway if there's any activities for families with babies. Plenty of things seem to be free entry.

The library has kids' books, not much for very little ones, but we loan the ones that they have. I looked through the music side, and found the notes for a song my daughter heard on a youtube playlist and wanted to hear again and again. My girlfriend picked herself a stack of comics, I got a book that I know I probably won't finish, but wanted to give a browse anyway.

Needed to change the baby before heading back. The weather is cold and miserable so my girlfriend and the baby waited inside while I was outside to flag the bus back home. There are bus passes arranged for low income families that make it possible to get around the city.

We got back home, great-grandma was thawing ground beef from the freezer. It's cheaper to buy meat when it's on sale and freeze it in bags at home. I can make dumplings, mixing grain and garlic with the meat, the way they've been done in my family since before they came here from Russia, on foot because they couldn't afford a horse carriage.

The electric keyboard we found while decluttering the apartment is literally older than me, but it still works. I can plug it in and turn it on, and start learning to play. Someone else has made their own markings into the library notes, in pencil. It takes a bit to be able to really play a new, unfamiliar song, but the baby pauses to listen once I do. She listens with a frown, trying to decide if the song is still good if daddy is the one playing it. She is still confused about how the world works, everything is so new to her.

We don't have much, and things could be easier. But I don't know what poverty is. We have everything we need.

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boxwinebaddie · 6 months

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Concept: Jersey!Kyle on Black Friday

THE SOUND THAT JUST CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH

no...because that is the jersey kyle super bowl...

thats litrally the scary broke boy college student mf Olympics babey!

also its fucking horrifying oh my god literally every year after bebe parks lady in the mall parking lot, marj child locks tweek and kyles side door, turns around with her hand on her hip, finger wagging all like NOW SEE HERE BOYS!!!!! I DONT WANT NO FUNNY BUSINESS YA HEAR? TWEEK NO BITIN!!! KYLE NO FIGHTIN!!!! SHLKDSHS

and theyre both like "ofc!" <3 *angel emoji*...then the second marj is not looking, kyle uses his long lanky ass extendo arm to unchild lock the door and him and tweek are like SIIIIKE! NO PROMISES! riiiip

he is a menace in there like rm!kyle is fine as hell but so scary if he looked at me and i had something in my hands i would drop it immediately and fall to my knees hfdlksahd! anyways!

hes definitely hoarding all the pumpkin chai fall scented shit, hip checking 15 year old girls taking too long in bath and body works, fighting karen soccer moms over blenders and shower curtains, straight up dislocating arms, rolling up his sleeve, glitter and tinsel all over his face like "do come back!!! its buy one get one FREE, bitch!!!" scarring entire families with little kids in them screaming GUESS WHAT SANTA ISNT REAL!!!! snatching candy right out of their hands

like kyle was kyley b jew jersey kyle u can take the boy out of new jersey but you cant take the new jersey out of the boy!!! hes threatened to crack people over the head with LAMPS in the display section of the department store, duel wielding frying pans like

ID STAY BACK IF I WERE YOU A-HOLE BUT IF YOU INSIST FOR THE LOW PRICE OF ZERO DOLLARS AND ZERO CENTS I WILL BUST YA FUCKEN HEAD OPEN LIKE A PINATA AND THE DENT IT MAKES IN MY NICE NEW PAN WILL MAKE IT 50% OFF AT THE REGISTA!!!!

if there wasnt security devices all over the knives...it would b over

100% jersey!kyle gets dragged out of that mall, kicking, screaming, hissing, fucking biting, clawing, you name it shdlksahd shouting wHAT THE HELL DID I EVEN DO!!! I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING!!! like baby why is half of the store crying and the other half ON FIRE?

mall security takes his mug shot for the Banned list and his hair is all over the place, theres gift wrap in his hair, probably blood on his cheek, his lip is busted, hes flipping off the camera & rolling his eyes

icon moment <3 im love him

um...as a bonus...conversely...ravenstan would throw up if he were at a department store black friday blow out sale im fuckin crying omg.

like ik he is a celebrity but he would have a panic attack like he enjoys the mosh pit where u are supposed to run into other people, i just know that entire thirty minutes that anxious punk rock angel would just be like ah! excuse me, excuse, oh god, im so sorry, excuse me, ill get out of your way, omg!! sorry!! sorry, wow im so sorry, excuse me!!!

SKHDLKDSHDSL bless him honestly

hed be like not even working there and translating directions so some sweet old mexican lady can find the electronics department for her grandkid's airpods and then buying them for her, giving little kids boosts and piggy back rides so they can reach the toy they were trying to grab off the top shelf and raven telling them to take two <3, literally just trying to be helpful and put stuff that people ( jersey prolly ) knocked off the shelves back onto them but accidentally knocking the entire display over heeeeeelp ( i love u raven my son )

all while jersey is just like ripping peoples hair out, playing irl tetris trying to fit the entire store into the cart, being batshit fkn insane.

ok tldr; the rm line up for black friday isssss...

kyle and tweek being feral and crazy and IN!FUCKING!SANE causing a maaaaassive commotion

kenny and craig robbing the entire place blind ( fuck u big corpo ) while everyone is distracted

( its the way kyle doesnt condone stealing but condones fucking threatening to MURDER people over a single britta filter )

bebe and jimmy putting the whole thing on tiktok and insta reels living and breathing for the drama, jimmy makin literal meme content and bebe like trying to get kenny and craig to steal makeup omg

and marj and ravenstan on damage control, completely mortified...

not all heroes wear capes.

-uncle nina, black friday survivor

#this made me laaaaaugh #no jersey is so scary on black friday like hes already so scary hes extra scary on black friday tho holy shit #like he is BANNED from the mall #his mug shot is def so iconic i kno he looks good omg #i do think raven just being there would cause a commotion #but only if he was in the fit bc hes so cringe boyfail out of celebrity cosplay that i swear ppl would not know #that little mexican lady was all abt him tho she totally pinched his cheeks and everything he was glowing #jerseykyle hissing and swearing at everyone and ravenstan dragging him out of there like sorrysorrysorryeveryone!!! is soooo real to me #super best boyfriend behavior what can i say

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ghoulishbuck · 5 months

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This post is for those who want to know places to get books or where I personally get mine. If you would like to add places please leave them in the comments.

Ways I acquire books:

•Libby- this is an app that connects with your library card(s). 90% of what I read I loan from my library using this as audiobooks and ebooks at times are easier for me to use.

•Kindle Unlimited- I own an old fire tablet that I just got two months of kindle unlimited for free on but personally I won’t continue it after it ends because I have a hard time with ebooks.

•Amazon- I rarely buy things on here now but they do often have a lot of books on sale. I do also browse for deals on ebooks and have gotten a plethora of ones I’m interested in for free.

•Secondhand stores- most of my collection comes from secondhand/ thrift stores. I very rarely buy a book from chain stores or for full price. This also includes antique stores.

•PangoBooks- 98% of the time if I want to buy a specific book I’ll look for it here before I look elsewhere. They also at times do give out coupons like spend $20 get $5 off.

•NetGalley- every now and then I’ll request digital arcs (ebooks and audiobooks that aren’t released yet). As long as you read the books you request and review them (or state you DNF’ed and why) on the site and keep your ratio at least at 80% of all accepted request reviewed you’re golden. But, having another place where you talk and review books does increase your chances. Personally, I have my Goodreads and Instagram account linked to help even though I haven’t touched my Instagram account in awhile.

•Library- I’ve barely checked out any books in person since I got my library card but that’s purely because I’m really trying to read my physical tbr and stay away from adding more to it.

•Gifts- if people ask me what I want for something for example my 21st birthday which is a few months away I’ll either say a certain book, an author, or a gift card to someplace that sells books. Sometimes I’ll say other things depending on the person. Now that doesn’t mean I’m expecting a bunch of books especially new ones in fact when I gave someone a list of books and author names I only gave them things that I thought they could easily find in a thrift store and always remind them that it’s not a list of things that needs to be completely bought but more of a scavenger hunt that they can end at anytime.

•Audible- for awhile I had a subscription mostly due to multiple free trials and it not cancelling even after I cancelled… Anyways, I prefer using Libby.

•Half Price Books- this is both a secondhand store and not. A good chunk of my books have come from here although these days this is mostly only my go to when I’m near one, when I don’t have time for a thrift store (I will look at nearly the entire place), or when I’m hoping to find certain more popular books.

•Barnes & Nobles- I very rarely went to Barnes even when I lived near one but every now and then I would buy some books from there. I do wish I could be near one when they do their 50% off hardcover sale they usually do on the 26th of December.

•Giveaways- I’ve won quite a few e-book giveaways on Goodreads. Personally, I’ve only won one physical giveaway and never received it. Which is pretty 50/50 when it’s the publisher doing the giveaway from what I understand.

•Dollar Tree- this is pretty hit or miss but whenever I go I make sure to check out their book section because they do sometimes have books I am interested in.

•Target- their price on books especially viz manga always gets me. Along with the deals they do every now and then like buy one get one 50% off or buy two get one free.

•Walmart- they also have about the same pricing for books as Target does but the only extra deal they do is for books they put on clearance which they put in cardboard bins.

•Book Outlet- discounted books that are pretty cheap although condition can vary. Not like extremely bad but like I have gotten a book with a small rip in the cover, the cover smushed on the top and bottom of the spine and a broken spine on a hardcover. I just think it’s better to know what the condition could be be before going into it. As long as your fine with the chance of getting that I highly recommend it. They are currently doing a fiction books sale right now where their only $5.99 and everything else is 20% off. Just dropping my referral link below if you use it you get $5 off of a $25 or higher order.

•Rightstuf (rip now is under Crunchyroll)- they had some great deals on manga, graphic novels, anime figures, and anime. I sadly didn’t take part in the birthday sale even though I really wanted to but I did make one or two purchases from them and had a good experience.

•Book of the Month- I’ve been getting books from them for just about to be a year and one month. I personally have really enjoyed it but I also will read anything that interest me and usually even if I don’t care for the months picks after watching people react to them and talk about them I want to pick up at least one of them. Book of the Month referral below.

•Aardvark- I got this one month with the discount code they always have where you get your first book for $4. There’s been a few books I wanted that they have but it’s been too rare for me.

Other ways that I haven’t yet done:

•Library sales- every now and then libraries will sell the books they no longer plan to keep in circulation and the profits go directly to the library.

•Little Free Libraries- these are strictly take a book leave a book deals. Most of these are run by a book lover who just wants to make books more accessible to people but they have to take the money out of their own pocket to keep it filled.

•Asking Publishers for physical arcs- this is the one I’m most anxious about and know the least about. From what I heard you have better chances of getting accepted for physical arcs if you have a big following. And it’s better to wait until you have had a book blog be somewhat regularly active (every week or two minimum) for six months. After that point you have to send an email to the publisher specifically asking for a certain physical arc(s), link your blog, make it professional sounding and just cross your fingers.

•Independent bookstore- I live in the middle of nowhere so the closest one to me is over two hours away (this is actually the closest bookstore period) and it’s also pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I just have a hard time paying full price so even though I love browsing through a bookstore the drive just for the bookstore that’s full price isn’t worth it.

•ThriftBooks- I like to know the condition I’m buying books in so I’ve never bought something from here as new could actually mean good condition depending on the person.

•SciFier- this is what a lot of people especially in the UK use especially for manga. It’s like a Rightstuff but from what I’ve seen better.

•eBay- I feel more comfortable with Pango’s system of just incase the seller screw’s you over than with eBay’s so I’ve never bought anything from here.

•Facebook Marketplace- I don’t have Facebook so I’ve never used this but I have seen some good deals.

•Garage/Yard/Estate Sales- I haven’t been to any of these in quite some time but when I did go things were quite cheap because they just wanted to get rid of things.

•Illumicrate- special edition book subscription service

•Fairyloot- special edition book subscription service

•Owlcrate- special edition book subscription service

•Broken binding- special edition book subscription service

•Forbidden planet- Manga, books, comics and figures store

•Indigo- Canada’s verison of Barnes & Nobles

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ufonaut · 1 year

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do you have any reccomendations for places to buy comics in london ?

DO I!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'VE DEDICATED MY LIFE TO IT!!! here's a bunch of my faves in no particular order:

forbidden planet - the london megastore is said to be the biggest comic book shop in the uk (it's pretty damn big!) and my go-to place for weeklies. they don't have back issues unless you're looking for something that's a couple months old at the very best but they do have tons of merch/toys of all kinds, crazy sales, trades like you wouldn't believe and general books. practically my home away from home, i'm at forbidden planet pretty much every wednesday to pick up new releases. also: very frequent free signings with some of the biggest names you can think of!

gosh! comics - home of the indie comics & weeklies, gosh! is a couple streets away from fp in soho and probably one of my favourite places to waste an hour or two in. the good folks at gosh! still believe in zines and they've got plenty of them, as well as comic mags of the british & american variety, comic theory & history, pretty decent sales on trades, and a huge supply of back issues downstairs. their back issues are what i consider pricey (£3-10 range) but they're remarkably well organised and well stocked. this is the place to be if you wanna move away from the big two or towards the history/study side of things, and they've got very frequent signings too!

the notting hill comic exchange - just around the corner from the notting hill gate tube station, this is probably my favourite place in the world for back issues. you can find any indv issue youve ever dreamed of for 50p - £1 at the exchange and they've got boxes & boxes of 'em, especially now that the shop has extended into the notting hill book exchange next door and there's a couple beautiful beautiful cheap boxes in there too. they've also got comic collections (indv issues of an arc in one bag), comic-related books, adult comics, magazines and trades at less reasonable prices (for my standards, anyway) but it's heaven for back issues!

a place in space - a little ways away from the croydon shopping centre, a place in space has alphabetized boxes of individually priced back issues and weeklies as well as trades and action figures. while they don't have any designated cheap boxes, the prices tend to be fantastic (£1-5) and they've been remarkably well-stocked every time i've been there, especially if you're looking for modern age anything (nineties especially). i'm not a very frequent visitor solely because i can almost always be found around leicester square/central london but man, if i don't just love this shop!

krypton comics & books - a five min walk from the blackhorse road tube station on the victoria line, krypton comics started as a small stall in camden market back in the eighties and has since become a wonderful little shop with amazing prices. while they don't seem to employ any sort of method of organizing... anything, they've got about ten boxes filled to the brim with 50p comics and you better believe i've spent many an afternoon digging through those & walking away with some incredible stuff! they're only open three days per week so better check the website before visiting but trust me, it's as worth it as it gets!

mega city comics - over in camden and literally across the street from the tube, mega city has back issues & weeklies as well as tons of non-western comics. they're a little pricey for my taste and often tend towards silver age rarities but there's discount boxes as well and it's definitely worth a look if you're in the area!

a moment of silence for orbital comics and 30th century comics, which were once the loves of my life and have gone online post-lockdown, and a honorary mention to piranha comics in bromley. i would also recommend checking out the london comic mart, which is held once every two months at the royal national hotel in russell square and has quite literally 100+ booths with 25p/50p/75p back issues of all eras (the literal highlight of my entire life, obviously)! local charity shops such as most oxfam locations also carry comics for incredible prices, and i've definitely gotten a good chunk of my collection from the one down the street from my place.

so, that's pretty much it! i hope i've helped a lil, enjoy!!!!!!

#if somebody wants to meet me at a comic shop to hang out please reach out #london #london comic shops #asks #anon

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twtd11 · 1 year

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Tumblr, do you want to see what I was doing at midnight last night? Get your head out of the gutter (I mean, or don’t. You do you, babe). Anyway, I was watching this:

That’s right, a low budget hallmark-esque Christmas movie and this is why you should watch it too:

First, I need to tell you, this movie is not good. You should not go into it with high expectations. This is not Goncharov. It is, however, ridiculously charming. There are 4 important characters (Haley, Kate, the-brother-whose-name-I-don’t-remember, and MeMaw). There are 4 supporting characters (the boss, who in a twist is not evil, the bad guy, the bad guy’s son, and Masonry (the vibe-checker)).

Haley (the woman on the right) is the high powered business executive. Her job duties include: doing important presentations and wrangling social media. Kate (the woman on the left) is the ranch hand with the inexplicably amazing hair. Like, I want her shampoo. The two leads’ hair in this movie is just completely on point.

The brother has some form of East Asian parentage, though it’s never brought up. MeMaw is Lindsay Wagner. None of these people look related. It’s easier to assume that everyone is adopted.

You know this movie is going to be good (bad) when Kate goes off on a horse at the beginning of the movie to fix a broken fence post and she can’t get back to the ranch before nightfall, so she goes to a motel and no one takes into account what happens to the horse. Like, was the horse tied up outside the motel? Did the motel have stables? Do people often ride their horses to the motel so the motel is prepared for these types of situations? We’ll never know.

Anyway, the ranch™️ has fallen on hard times thanks to a bank loan with exorbitant interest rates. They were doing ok by making money off of a Christmas hayride, but the bad guy set up his own hayride to try to drive them out of business where he could buy the ranch. They never say why he wants to buy the ranch so badly, but the important part is they’re trying to take away the family home at Christmas.

So, the brother (IMDb tells me his name is Charles) tries to call Hayley to get her to come home. Hayley blows him off several times before she gives in and heads home. Meanwhile, the start up where she’s working is about to be sold too. This is a good thing. It’s never quite clear what the start up does exactly, but it is something that involves a social media person who Hayley has to fire at the beginning of the movie. So Hayley has a big presentation to do to help with the sale. I’m sure you’ve already figured out how we’re going to Save The Ranch.

Before she goes home, Hayley has a online dating app date with Masonry. It does not go well. It involves a Chilean butterfly naming ceremony. And then Masonry consciously uncouples from the date because it wasn’t passing her vibe check.

Haley gets to town, and for another inexplicable reason, has to stop at a motel for the night instead of going straight home. This is the same motel as the somehow has hidden stables motel that Kate stops at for the night. They both open their dating app and it’s amazing! They actually match with someone in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere! (They match with each other, if that wasn’t clear). They go on an impromptu date at the local watering hole where they lie to each other about who they are until Hayley has an emergency and has to go. A social media emergency. Everyone is like, wtf is a ‘social media emergency?’ Because they’ve never been Eli Lily and had their stock tanked by a fake tweet about free insulin. Suffice it to say, the date ends badly.

Things do not go up from there. Hayley finally gets to the ranch and the first thing she does is suggest firing Kate because she’s too big of an expense never mode that Charles is utterly incompetent at running a ranch and MeMaw can’t do everything alone. Kate, or course, overhears this and is somewhat annoyed. I’m not downplaying that for humorous effect. That’s her actual reaction. “Somewhat annoyed.”

I’m not going to recount the rest of the movie because you should know by now whether or not this is your kind of thing. But there is an “only one bed” scene, and a “can’t get on a horse and needs help” scene and hot chocolate and deer stew and a Christmas hayride. MeMaw is obviously trying to play matchmaker. Haley has a Tragic Past and this leads to the Big Fight.

The leads have more chemistry than they have any right to and that really saves the movie. I legitimately wanted them to kiss every time they were on screen together. Until they actually kissed, which was just…so awkward.

Anyway, I think it was an excellent use of my time and I think you should watch it too. Because these types of movies are not supposed to be good. They are supposed to be charming and make you smile and make you root for the couple, and this movie did exactly that.

#Christmas at the Ranch #hallmark channel #but not really #go watch this!

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just6f · 2 months

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ifyouhavegonst · 1 year

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really happy i ordered two sizes of the ghooty shorts after rockabillia bungled the size chart so badly (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) I'm usually a US medium/8 (sometimes a large depending on the brand), the XL pair were too small and the 2XL just barely fit me. i heard a few people say they shrink in the wash too (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) based on what I've seen on social media it seems like the fit of the ghooty shorts is kind of all over the place. admittedly i do carry a lot of my weight in the hips/ass department but there's no reason why an XL shouldn't have fit if I'm normally a medium (i get that it was likely juniors sizing but still)

the larger pair I ordered was supposed to be a gift too, but it looks like I'll be keeping them instead ┐⁠(⁠‘⁠～⁠`⁠;⁠)⁠┌ this is kind of a long way of saying if any of you are seeking out a pair of the ghooty shorts, I'm totally willing to sell the ""XL"" pair, not for more than the total of what i paid for the one pair (after shipping/state sales tax, the total comes to about $50 usd. these fuckers were expensive.) + whatever it would cost to ship to whoever wants them (I'd try to use the cheapest shipping option, likely usps first class). I'm not trying to scalp them or anything, because i didn't buy them for the purpose of reselling them. i just want to make back what I spent without having to pay to return them. i can ship them wherever, but if you're not in the continental US, it might be kind of expensive (back in my etsy selling days, shipping to canada & the uk was like $10-20 depending on the package dimensions. I'm sure if you're even further away than that, it'll be more expensive. I'm more than happy to get an international shipping quote before payment if you'd like to know how much it would be before you buy them).

be warned though, they probably fit like a US small/6 (and that's being generous, i feel like they might even be smaller, but since I'm a medium i have no real point of reference). i really don't feel like paying to return them & I've heard some not-so-great things about rockabillia's customer service. i only tried them on for about 30 seconds because they didn't fit, so they aren't really worn or anything. they'd be coming from a smoke-free, dog & cat friendly home ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ please check the size chart and make sure they'd fit you before inquiring, I'm really good about refunds in the event that something happens to the package (loss, damage, etc), but I can't provide a refund if they just don't fit after i typed out all this information about the size, so please read carefully.

anyways like. if you read this far and you want them hit me up because i don't really have any friends or anything who would care & i want them to go to someone who actually cares about them. I'd take payment via paypal friends & family (just because i don't want to deal with the seller fees, i promise I'm not sus), but only if you promise to ignore my deadname lol.

they need a home. if you're cold, they're cold, bring them inside.

ok thanks love you (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

#i did have 4.8 stars on etsy with a few hundred reviews before i closed my shop. im really good at shipping packages i promise.#I'll probably throw in some candy or stickers or something too #I'm about to take a nap so this is first come first serve but i might not get back to you for a hot second #anyways sorry for putting the next great american novel on your dashboards

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petenicholls · 2 years

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Pete.ink/weekly August 2022 Week 3 (of 4.5)

Welcome to Pete.ink/weekly for week 3 (of 4.5) of August 2022! Yep, August ends in the middle of the week so the fourth Pete.ink/weekly will be available the first weekend of September. Last week I said I might have some news by the end of the week--yeah, as the month has passed so have my hopes! 😅Just like most months, but hey, I've still been successful with creating content consistently every week since the beginning of March! So, I think we should take that as a win.

Just a quick reminder that I have 3 limited edition t-shirts on sale, all of which will disappear from the internet with in 3 weeks (or less). A great way to support me is buying one and wearing it everywhere you go! Never take it off. Shower in it! This would mean a lot to me! Head on over Pete.ink/merch to take a look at these incredible works of art that will look amazing on you, you amazingly gorgeous human being! That link once again: Pete.ink/merch

Anyway, on with week 3!!!

Monday, August 15, 2022

Some thoughts on this week's FacingLife.WTF:

I keep feeling the need to tweak the female face's design. I really prefer her flat-topped eyes but showing her eyelids does make her look more female to me. Of course, even thinking about this brings up all kinds of anxiety with American culture trying to become more free and open to more than just the two genders. As an ally to all humans, I hesitate to even talk about gender appearances and feel like I'm opening myself to criticism by even having a binary gendered pair of characters. The thing is, binary genders is the world I've known for most of my life. Recognizing and interacting with trans and gender fluid people in my every day life is a common occurrence but because we see them so rarely in media, I'm not able to easily know how to represent them in my own work. In real life it's easy to interact with them--I just treat them like normal people. In art, however, I feel like it's a much more complicated issue. I'm definitely working on it, though.

Tuesday, August 15, 2022

Have you started reading FutureBlog, yet? If not, start here! If you have, go read chapter 5 now!

Wednesday, August 15, 2022

Do aliens not visit us because they are bigoted toward us? What do you think?

Often everyone's pal, Jay The Pal, likes to post a video on Wednesdays called WednesJAY! Here is this week's WednesJAY which breaks the mold of previous WednesJAYs!https://www.youtube.com/embed/embed/9RyQloUvisY

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Thursday, August 15, 2022

Week 1 of my 2022 Nerd Shirt of the Day Marathon is complete! See all the Nerd Shirts so far!https://www.youtube.com/embed/embed/YEAfU1lAjEw

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Which Nerd Shirt is your favorite?

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Friday, August 15, 2022

Skipped Judgie Bear last week for a special perp walk edition of Goings On! This month's Judgie is a direct sequel to last month's and portrays the true irony of Judgie Bear's existence.

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libraford · 4 years

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The short version: We had a serial thief at the flower shop. She’s retired recently and I think that due to Covid she really means it this time.

The long version? hoooo boy, here we go.

This story, and others, are viewable on Tablo

There are rules and there are rules.

In dealing with shoplifting in retail, there are rules on how one engages with a thief. The handbook, if there were one, would consist of a single word.

Don't.

Don't pursue, don't interrogate, don't accuse. Let them take the merchandise, let them get away. Let them return the Cricut machine for an equivalent amount on a gift card to be exchanged once again for drugs.

Let them.

There is no handbook on how to handle Flower Thieves. Prior to working in a flower shop, I never thought that this was a problem.

Life is surprising.

I'm sure some of you have figured that out by now.

The Flower Thief is notorious, and she has a system. There are days when you simply know that she's going to be in.

"Break the heads off the flowers before you throw them away," Grandpa will say. "She's going to be here tonight, I think."

And sure enough, she would be. At 6:45, a quarter til we close- the Thief would announce her arrival. Loudly.

"Heeeeey, baaaaaaby!"

The very first time I encountered the Flower Thief, she came in through the back door.

"Oh Hiiiii, Darlin'- ain't seen your face around here: you must be NEW! I'm Wren, you know- like the bird? Well, Kyle and I have an agreement that I come and work for y'all sometimes. You should take out this trash, it stinks to high heaven. Anyways, nice talkin' to ya, see ya later."

I may only be a little bit psychic, but I've spent enough time around liars to know insincerity when I see it. Kyle, at the time, was the manager of our store and I have it on record that he's tried to throw her out of the building once or twice.

While I was taking out the trash, her pile of purchase became so tall it towered over her. I watched Clark massively undercharge her for the sake of getting her to go away.

She has a pattern.

She comes in during the design classes because she knows that when there's twenty people in the store, there's not enough people to watch her and make sure she's not stealing. "There's a class today," she asks as if it's not literally every Tuesday. "Don't worry I know you all wanna get out of here on time."

The Flower Thief announces her presence in a grand way and then makes her way to the back to grab a trash bag or an empty box and then proceeds to bury any spare parts she finds in the cooler in the trash bag, hiding them under the things that she's actually buying.

After that, she checks the garbage cans for things we might have thrown away that will last another three days and stuffs them underneath her other ill-gotten goods.

Just when you think she's finished, she'll go through her pile of flowers and say: "You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus." And she'll go back into the cooler with it, stuff it in her purse, and walk back to the register.

And when she's all done being sneaky, she asks one of us to come ring her out.

This is the part that no one wants to do. Because ringing out the Flower Thief means haggling with the Flower Thief.

"Oh baaby, you know I don't pay those prices."

"Oh baaaby, I only pay $19 for roses."

"Oh baaaaaaaaaby, those carnations were on special."

She'll talk you down to under $100 with a sob story:

"Oh baaaaby, you know I'm donating this spray to the family. It's for that woman you know- you know the one. She got herself murdered a couple nights ago? Two children and she was pregnant too! Pregnant! Can you believe it? Who murders someone with child? What's the world coming to? So I need a good discount to make sure we treat this family right because they got a looooong road ahead of them."

"Oh baaaaaaby, you know this one's for that car crash over on Cleveland Avenue? I hear he was taking care of his dying father himself, so it's such a shame for him to go first like that."

"Oh baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby, this is for that little boy that shot himself, isn't that sad?"

Thank you, Sister Mary Loquacious.

And you nod because you don't want to come off as an uncaring sociopath. And while you're nodding and adjusting the price for her sad, sad consequence and mulling over how good she is for donating to these people in their time of need, she steals some greens from the trash can and sticks them in her bag.

She hands you crisp $100 bills. You check them and she makes jokes about how she printed them this morning. They're legit. Counterfeiting isn't why she went to prison.

What she went to prison for was drug trafficking.

"Do you need some help," you ask, trying to be a good citizen.

"Oh no, I got it," she insists. "I'll make it in two trips. I'm stronger than I look!"

And don't you dare get caught looking to see what she put in the bag or she will give you one hell of a lecture.

By the time all of this has passed, the class will be over and there will two minutes left in the work day. She's spent thirty-seven minutes in the store. Your register is unbalanced because now you don't have enough small bills to balance it and only have one $100 bill to get you through tomorrow.

And that's why there are rules.

On occasion, a new person will break the rules not knowing that there's rules. One such occasion was when Clair decided to be helpful.

"You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus," Wren said.

"Oh! I'll put it back for you," Clair suggested. And before Wren could protest, it was out of Wren's hands and nowhere near her purse.

It was mentioned to Sage, who only worked for us one summer, that Wren had failed to pay for something and she immediately chased her out into the street.

Wren drives very fast.

If you cross her too many times, she'll make sure you never forget it. One day, she stomped her way in through the front door, angry.

"You ain't treated me better than a damn THIEF," screamed the Flower Thief.

Grandpa, who was helping Blue make a wedding bouquet at the time, departed from the desk. "Beg pardon?"

"A thief! You been treating me like a thief ever since they made you manager and I'm sick of it! I see you bringing in your henchmen, following me in the cooler, chasing me down the street. Treat me with some damn respect."

Words were exchanged. They were not kind. We thought we'd seen the end of her.

But she was back one week later, doing the same damn thing.

So now there are rules.

If you make something and there's an excess of flowers left over from the pack, you have to make something out of the leftovers or she'll pick through them and stuff them in her bag.

If you cannot make something out of them, you must throw them out.

If you throw them out, you must break the heads off first.

The trash cans must be emptied every night before 5:00.

We do not keep trash bags in plain sight.

Break down all empty boxes, or she will use them in place of trash bags.

Do not leave any food or drink where she can find it.

Do not leave any half-used rolls of floral tape where she can find it.

Do not let her know anything about you- lest she use it against you.

If you speak of a Thief, you summon a Thief- speak quietly, and never her name or you invite trouble.

The basic rules one makes when dealing with pests. Or fairy-folk.

There are rules and there are rules and there are rules.

If you want to keep a pest away, you make these sorts of rules. But if you want to get rid of a pest indefinitely, you have to remove their food source. And Wren's food source was her discount.

You start exercising your right to say 'no' to a customer in small ways.

She saw a bunch of carnations in the trash and said:

"Oh baby, these are still good! I'll take them off your hands for you!"

"They've been sitting without water for hours."

"They're still good!"

"They were out in the sun."

"Oh baby, I've been working with flowers for 40 years and I know that these will still be fine for a couple of days!" She picks a bunch of them out of the trash and shoves it in my face. "See, it's still stiff- it's still good!"

"Okay," I said. And before I could stop myself: "Full price."

Her eyes just about popped out of her skull. If it were just a little bit colder, I would have been able to see steam coming out of her ears.

We stared at each other for about a minute, waiting for the other to flinch. She took the bunch away from my face and threw them back into the trash. While she was in the cooler, I took the liberty of snapping the heads off of them and burying them further into the garbage.

And so began a war between the flower shop and the Flower Thief.

She came in: every single night. And each night, she got me.

Again.

"Oh no, baby! These carns are supposed to be 39 cents a stem. I can bring up the email."

"Sure." She brings up the email. "I see that they are 39 cents but... this was for Saturday."

"Yea, and I bought those carns on Saturday and you charged me full price!"

"Saturday."

"Yeah."

"You didn't buy these on Saturday. You bought them Friday."

"Well I didn't know that they'd be on sale, so I need them for that price because I didn't know they'd be on sale."

"The sales are one-day only. I can't adjust a sale from Friday to reflect Saturday's sale... on Sunday."

She made a noise that reminds me somewhat of a cement mixer.

And again.

"I got a bad banner last time, can you print me a new one?" She shows me the banner in question. It's white. The 't' and the 'h' in 'mother' ran together.

"Sure."

"Okay, I need it to say 'Beloved Mother' and I want it in pink."

"Sure."

I print it. I ring her up $5.

"Oh baaaaaaby, no, that one should be free."

"Grandpa said- banners start at $5."

"Oh, but you sold me a bad one last time."

"We haven't sold you a banner in three weeks. How long have y'all had that body sitting in your cooler?"

She grumbled, and paid.

And again.

"I swear you been workin' every night this week! You must be tired," she said, nerves plain in her voice. "When do you get a day off?"

"When the work is done."

"That ain't what I'm askin'. When's your next day off, baby?"

"I stop working when the work is done, Wren."

She narrows her eyes, which is a fun change from them bugging out of her skull like a fruit fly. "You don't ever get any days off?"

"When the work stops, I rest."

And again.

"I'll be in and out, I know y'all want to get out of here on time," she said- announcing her presence to the entire class. She piled her stuff across the register counter and Grandpa began ringing her up.

"Oh baby..."

"No. We're doing away with the discounts."

There are twenty people in the workshop for the class and Grandpa doesn't want to make a scene. She pulls her into the back, and I choose to make my instructions louder to mask the sound of them yelling.

"So you're going to take your hypericum berries and you're going to cut the stem to about ten inches-"

"How can you do this to me?"

"And you're going to slowly fill the vase with these berries to kind of set the shape of the arrangement."

"After all these years and this is how you treat me?"

"Fun fact- you might know hypericum berries as their more common name: St John's Wort! St. John's Wort has been used as a medication for depression prior to modern medicine." You see- I, too, have taken notes from the Chattering Order.

"You can't do this to me," Wren said, stamping her feet like a toddler.

"But I wouldn't recommend eating them. However, they do smell somewhat like baked brown sugar."

Stamp, stamp, stamp.

Wren threw herself into the cooler and began putting a bulk of her flowers back.

"This is robbery," I heard her say to Grandpa at the register.

"Is it now?"

And again.

She came in and immediately reached for a half-empty box of oasis bricks (the green sponge material that we use to hold flowers.) She said few words to me, few at all. She talked to Carrie about how she was going out to the country for awhile, to take care of her nephew's property. She needed to stock up. And oh- don't worry about it, she knows what she's doing. She's part of The Family.

She is in no manner of speaking, a member of The Family that owns this shop. Not even a third cousin.

I saw her beeline for a rose I'd set in the trash. I picked it up, opened my mouth, and bit the head off of it. She stood in the middle of the workshop, absolutely stunned.

Rose petals have the vague texture of arugula, by the way. Slightly sweeter, though. Tough to swallow in one go.

She ran back into the cooler and didn't talk to me.

I began taking down numbers.

27 bricks of oasis. One pack of roses. Ten calla lilies. 1/2 pack of assorted greens.

I punched the numbers in to the register. As if sensing something was amiss, she emerged from the cooler.

"$54? What do I have that's $54?"

"The oasis. They're $2 each."

"Oh no baaaaaby, they're $1."

"I can text Grandpa and ask her."

"... that won't be necessary. Why are you charging me $22.50 for roses? You know my prices by now!"

"22.50 is the price for a pack of roses."

"22.50 is everybody prices."

"Welcome to 'everybody.'"

"I ain't paid a price increase in 7 years!"

"The price of milk went up, Wren. So does everything else."

She was seeing red, I knew it. There's a vein in her forehead that pops out when she's angry and it's the same shape as the river that runs through my home town. She sized me up, as if wondering if she could take me.

I'm 256 pounds of 4H beef, and I have a knife. Try me.

"I'm gonna call Kyle on this."

"Do it." A lifetime of retail has made me immune to 'I'd like to speak to the manager.'

She grumbled and put things back. Carrie offered to watch her, I held up my hand.

"Can you do something for me on these carns? They're the last pack in there and they're lookin' kinda ratty."

"9.50."

"9.50's the regular price."

"Regular price is $14."

"No it ain't."

"Is today. You're taking our last pack and we need those for funerals."

She put them back.

She gave me a credit card. It seemed fake, but it ran. Every time I see here, she's got a different card. Did she print this one this morning, too? At least she stopped trying to sell me on Bitcoin. As you can see, it made her incredibly wealthy.

She gathered her things and left. "Guess I'm getting the rest of my flowers from KROGER!"

There are things you want to say. Like... I hope they enjoy your company just as much as we do. Or: Haven't graced them with your presence in awhile, huh? But at the time, it was better just to watch her leave with her minuscule bunch of flowers. I get a choice in where I loan my voice.

Not here.

Is it over? Nah. She'll be back for another round. But one day she'll finally retire in the way that she's always threatened to. And then? Then it can be as over as it ever will be.

It is shocking to come from a history of retail, where you're not allowed to even hint at the idea of a customer being wrong, where you have to override every single price change to get the scores up, where you have to just let them steal your things and pull the wool over your eyes...

... to flat-out telling someone 'no.'

"No."

It's such a great word.

There are rules and there are rules.

And there are thieves that the rules are made for.

And there are words like 'no.'

And all those things are magic in very human ways.

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mischiefm4n4ged · 2 years

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Wolfstar | Queen

Just watched a tiktok of a crowd singing bohemian rhapsody and I JUST NEED TO WRITE THIS…

[remus saves money to buy tickets for queen and surprise Sirius. Emotional ending. Not proof read.]

Remus knows how badly Sirius loves Queen and he has so little knowledge about the band except the music. Naturally in that case, Sirius doesn’t know that there is going to be a concert in a few months where they will perform his favorite songs. There’s barely any concerts in the wizarding world and the few shows are at most a few hundred people. Sirius was never brought to those shows anyways because his parents found them improper and impure.

Remus being the best loving boyfriend he is works hard for an entire summer, 40+ hours a week at random part time jobs around his town. Just to save enough money to for at least one ticket, even if he couldn’t go himself, he wants Sirius to have an amazing experience with or without him. He wouldn’t worry too much because Sirius being Sirius would bring home 5 new muggle friends by the end of the concert.

That summer would be busy and he would receive letters from Sirius and James and Peter asking if he is alive. Which he would respond to with “yeah, I’m busy.” And “no I can’t come to your house this summer James.” And “I miss you too Sirius, I promise I’ll make it up for you.”

Anyways, summer ends and Remus is back to hogwarts. He immediately goes to mcgonagall to ask for permission to leave the grounds on the day of the ticket release. Which he was allowed after some arguing and pleading. Remus checked on the money every night and morning, he had saved for two tickets and more and was keeping them safe like his life depends on it.

Sirius would see him being sneaky and question his behavior which Remus would stutter and kiss away in panic. James and Peter noticed it too after a few weeks and Remus would just say “it’s a werewolf thing.” and they would leave him alone.

As the countdown to the ticket sale came down to days, Remus was jittery and nervous. He wanted the tickets with his entire heart and he decided to go the night before and stand in line. He sneaked out of the dorm after stealing James’ invisibility cloak. The link was already forming and Remus had never been more thankful for his never-ending anxiety.

“Two tickets for queen please, as close to the stage as possible” Remus said and reached for his money (he couldn’t find them A/N: no just kidding gaha) and with shaky hands handed them to the man.

“Front row seats! Here’s your tickets young lad! If you go around the corner you’ll find a pop up shop of merchandise, feel free to buy them now, they will not be around at the day of the show! Next!” The man said and Remus nodded and thanked him as he carefully tucked the tickets in his wallet and then sealed it with magic. (He is like 17 already).

Remus had a few pounds left and imagined the look on Sirius’ face if he got him a T-shirt with the band. He smiled to himself and bought the shirt with the last of the money.

Back at hogwarts, Remus sat on his bed and waited for Sirius to get back from quidditch practice. He heard murmur and the door opened the second he successfully tucked away the shirt behind his pillows.

“REMUS LUPIN! YOUVE BEEN GONE ALL NIGHT AND YOU DARE STAND THERE AND SMIRK?” Sirius shouted as he spotted Sirius. Remus smile faltered a bit from the shock, he hadn’t though this through but is it his fault he was so excited.

“Uhhh…James give us a moment…” Remus said and James rolled his eyes and left.

“What? Aren’t you going to explain yourself?” Sirius asked and blew hair away from his face.

“Yes. Come here first. Sit.”

“I’m not a dog— fine.” Sirius rolled his eyes and Remus chuckled. “not even a note?!”

“First of all.. here” Remus handed him a hair tie and Sirius huffed as he put his hair up.

“I’m growing impatient.”

“Oh please wait a moment…” Remus sat across Sirius and nervously fiddled with his clothes and hair. Sirius knew it was important now.

“What’s wrong? Did something actually happen?” Sirius covered his mouth in horrid.

“No no! Listen… do you know what a concert is?”

“Yes it’s like a show where people sing to other people.”

“Ok so I know you’re not that familiar with muggle—“ Sirius glared at him and Remus laughed nervously, “I mean you’ve never been to a concert before.”

“Aaaand?”

“And you like queen?”

“Only if we are talking about the band yes. Come on moony. Tell me. I’m going mad.”

“Ok ok so I kind like… I got us front tickets to see queen…?” Remus said and cursed himself as It came out all stutters and nervously.

“What?! Like IN REAL LIFE?” Sirius jumped off the bed still in disbelief.

“Yes…?” Remus held up the tickets and wondered why everything came out as a question.

“MERLINS BLOODY PANTS WHAT” Sirius observed the tickets as if they would disappear.

“I also got you something else…?” Remus said, still shaking but relieved that it was finally out. He pulled out the shirt and unfolded it in front of Sirius.

“Remus…I-” Sirius laughed nervously and grabbed the shirt, his eyes filling with tears for a moment.

“Do you like it?” Remus asked and Sirius nodded too stunned to speak.

“I love it, I…this is amazing, you are amazing.” Sirius jumped and hugged Remus tightly, spreading light kisses on his face.

“Wait how did you pay for all this?” Sirius asked, Remus shrugged.

“Don’t worry about that. Let’s say it’s my birthday gift to you.” Remus said knowing damn well it was a lie and he would buy him something else then.

At the concert, Sirius and Remus stood in the front of the crowd with Freddie leaning down and interacting with them. Every time he made eye contact with them Sirius would cling to Remus’ clothes in disbelief.

“I LOVE THIS GUY” Sirius shouted to Remus who laughed, happy at the excitement.

“They’re gonna sing one of the best songs they have now…” Remus said as he heard on of the fans behind him say. There was thousands of people and Sirius had been wowed as he expected only a few hundreds.

Bohemian rhapsody played and soon the entire audience was singing as loud as they can, even over Freddie himself. Remus pulled Sirius closer by the waist, not caring that he was in public he just wanted his boyfriend close. They both sang as loud as they could.

“Mama…I don’t wanna die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all…” Sirius looked up at Remus as that line passed, his eyes filling with tears, their foreheads pressed together.

“Moony…” he whispered but Remus heard him anyways, from the way his lips moved. “I love you…” sirius said as loud as he could and the tears started running down his cheeks. Remus smiled widely, wanting to savor the moment. The first time he hears Sirius say the L word to him.

“I love you padfoot…” Remus says once he had eye contact with him. His own eyes welled a bit.

“Can you kiss me?” Sirius asked, unfamiliar with muggle laws. Remus nodded and leaned in, kissing him passionately and the whole world faded away.

When they separated they glanced at the stage and Mercury was pointing at them and singing, he winked. Sirius jumped in excitement again, his cheeks still wet from the crying.

Remus and Sirius had the best of time, and would never forget that moment.

#remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #wolfstar #remus x sirius #marauders #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar one shot #cried writing this lol #I’m pretty sure the tickets back then weren’t that expensive but let’s just say they were for the plot #sirius black loves Queen #Sirius black music #wolfstar kiss

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weelittleweasley · 3 years

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one more night (g.w.)

prompt: after a bad breakup, george comes back to y/n’s flat to pick up some leftover things he missed. one of these missing things was a proper goodbye.

pairings: george weasley x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ sexual content MDI (break up sex, soft sex, unprotected sex), super angsty, language, emotional break up, crying

word count: 3.7k

author’s note: something about break up sex really does it for me. like...it’s so hot and for why? anyway, here’s wonderwall. flashbacks are conveyed through italics.

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The small cardboard box that sat next to the door was completely pathetic, sitting there in shame. The cardboard could barely hold the boxes contents, wanting to burst at its seams as it held every shred of George Weasley that was in your flat. You wanted your flat to be a George Weasley free space, but a part of you wanted to keep the magic of your relationship alive. He couldn’t miss his quidditch jumper from Hogwarts, could he? It had been years since you graduated, he wouldn’t remember that you had it, right? So, his jumper hung proudly in your closet like the status of your relationship hadn’t changed.

As you leaned against your kitchen island, sipping quietly from your coffee mug, you stared at the cardboard box, hoping that the intensity of your gaze would make the box combust into flames. But it stayed still. Unaffected. George’s things teemed out of the box, miscellaneous shirts and jumpers and trinkets piled high. You caught yourself smiling as you shook it off, reminding yourself of the status of your relationship, cringing as you did so.

The night of your break up played on a constant loop, like a movie trailer. When you woke up, it was the first thing on your mind. When your head hit the pillow, it was the last thing you thought of when you closed your eyes. It was a sick cycle.

“I can’t change my work schedule to fit yours, George. I’ve done it in the past so often and I can’t anymore. I’m finally on my own two feet and I need to keep the ball rolling,” you explain to George as you sit at his kitchen table as George paces the living room, back and forth, pulling at his red roots, trying to formulate a response. “Admit it, George. We can’t m-”

“Don’t you say what you’re going to say, (Y/N). Don’t you bloody dare,” he speaks as you sigh, rubbing your face with your hands. You didn’t want to have this conversation with George, but it was unavoidable at this point. You had just gotten a job as a full-time Healer, working in St. Mungo’s, your dream job. But the busy work schedule that you had was failing to align with George’s schedule working the joke shoppe that just seemed to do better and better every day. “We can work this out. We can’t just give up at the first sign of hardship,” George laughs as you give him a knowing look. You had been trying to make it work for a month, but things simply weren’t working. When you did see him, it would be for two hours and the two of you would be so exhausted that you would talk for five minutes before going to bed. “(Y/N), I don’t want to be the one to suggest this, but I can support us. The both of us. The joke shoppe is doing so well and with the booming business, I have enough money for me to sell this flat and we can buy a home together. Start a family. What we’ve always wanted to do!”

You rise from your chair at the thought of quitting your job. Something you had worked years and years towards and George dared to bring up the suggestion of you quitting a month and a half in. “I am not quitting,” you say very sternly, making George sigh, knowing he shouldn’t have said anything in the first place. “I have worked my ass off to get where I am right now and I’m not going to sacrifice that for the sake of our relationship!” you exclaim.

But that was wrong of you to say; it just put wood on the fire. “So how far would you go for our relationship?” George challenges, folding his arms across his chest as you gulp. “Because Godric knows everything I have done for the sake of us.”

And he was right. George shifted employees and his own work schedule so he could have an extra hour with you some nights. He would close the shops on holiday weekends, which was prime for sales, so he could take you on romantic getaways. George told you to move in with him when you struggled to find a flat of your own. He helped get you through Healer school. George put you before him in the relationship and you knew that. You felt guilty now. You shouldn’t have said what you did.

“I didn’t mean it like that, George,” you sigh, admitting defeat as George scoffs. “I meant that I can’t give up my dream. Just when I finally got it. And I don’t want you to give up yours. It’s not fair for the both of us,” you try to tell him as he shakes his head, knowing the direction the conversation has turned and he doesn’t like it one bit. So much so that you can see his eyes become glassy as he turns his head away from you so you didn’t have to watch him break down. “George, I love you. The life you have given us has been nothing short of wonderful.”

“Stop it, please,” he manages to croak out, turning towards you, his chocolate brown eyes pooling with hot tears. The sight makes your heart shatter as you suck in a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in your throat. Tears were impending. “I don’t want to let you go. I can’t let you go. Not like this,” George holds your face in his hands, brushing your cheeks with his thumbs, gazing into your eyes with so much love he could burst. You let go of a shaky sigh as you lean into his touch and close your eyes, savoring the way his large hands held your face with such ease. “I’m not letting you go, (Y/N). I’m going to love you forever and ever and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

You open your eyes and give George a sad smile as he sniffles. You reach up and press your lips to his, your kiss mixing with both of your salty tears. This love that you possessed for each other was greater than anything you have ever known. But the universe was trying to tell you that this wasn’t working. For the both of you to live the lives you always dreamed out you had to let the other go. No matter how hard it was going to be.

The two of you pull away from your sweet kiss before you speak, “I’m never going to stop loving you, George. Nothing will change that. But for now, we need to let go. For both of our sake’s.”

The memory is interrupted by the buzzer going off in your flat. “Shit,” you huff as you scurry over to the intercom. You buzzed him in as you writhed your hands in anticipation, pacing your living room floor. Your eyes dart to the box. Should you move it? Keep it close to the door? If you keep it next to the door does it say you want him out for good? What if you put it on the table? Is that more of a welcome in? Should you let him come in?

Too many thoughts clouded your mind before a gentle knock sounded on the door. Your heart froze and you stopped in the living room. “Bloody hell,” you breathe out as you look at yourself in the mirror, checking your hair and smiling to see if anything was in your teeth. “It’s just goodbye, (Y/N). Just goodbye,” you tell yourself before you walk over to the door, undoing the latches and locks.

When you swing it open, George stands there, fresh from a shower it looks like. His hair is slightly damp, hanging on his head rather than spiked up and slicked back like it usually was. Like you loved it. A gray t-shirt hung on his body, clinging on his arms, the front tucked into dark wash jeans. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he huffs with a small smile. “Work was crazy and I had to take a shower before I came over. I hope you don’t mind,” he speaks.

You gulp, trying not to blurt out how good he looked right now, the scent of his cologne making your body tingle as if it was some sick love potion. “Not at all,” you manage to say instead, thankfully. “Uh,” you tremble before looking down on the other side of the door to the box that taunted you. Picking it up from the floor, you extend it out to him. “This should be everything.”

George takes it from your arms and huffs, “Great.” He holds it in one of his arms with ease, his biceps flexing under his gray shirt as you watch, eyes hungry. This was some kind of sick joke, wasn’t it? With his other hand, he rummages through the piles, making sure he had everything. “Uh, my quidditch jumper is not in here?” he asks, but it was more of a matter of fact.

Damn it. You had been caught. You had to come up with something, quickly. “Oh! Yeah! I forgot!” you try to act surprised. “It’s, uh, I washed it. Yeah, um, it’s in my room,” you close your eyes and shake your head. “One minute. You can come in if you want,” you open the door wider as George smiles and makes his way in your flat as if it were his first time here when in reality, he did have his own set of keys. You shut the door and watch him awkwardly stand into the living room, watching you. “Alright then.”

You scurry into your bedroom and push open your closet door, shuffling through the hangers, finding George’s quidditch jumper proudly hanging in the back in it’s crimson and gold glory. Plucking it from the hanger, you sigh in defeat. So much for that endeavor. You flip around to run back into the kitchen where George was waiting, but you were startled to see that he had followed you into your bedroom. “Oh,” you jump.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles. “I didn’t know if I should have followed you or...” he trails off, awkwardly as you gulp and nod your head. “Seems like you found it.”

“Yeah, here it is,” you hand it to him, trying to savor the feeling of the knit material in your fingertips. It would be the last time you felt that material for a while. “Sorry about this mix up,” you tuck your hands into your sweatpants pockets, rocking back and forth on your heels.

George smiles and shakes his head, “No need to apologize. Honest mistake,” he speaks as you nod your head with an awkward chuckle. Yeah, honest mistake... “I’ll, uh, I’ll head out then, yeah?” he asks with raised brows.

You nod, “Sure. Yeah. Yeah.”

The two of you start to make your way out of your room, but George stops in his tracks when something catches his eye. You stop and follow his line of sight that landed on a framed picture of the two of you from one of your first holidays together. In the photograph, George held up the camera at the two of you, his arm wrapped around you tightly as you leaned into his chest, cuddling into his tall figure. The both of you were mid-laughter, the beautiful beach behind you, the sun fading the back. George smiled softly at the photo as you watched his face shift, your heart fluttering at his reaction. “That was a good holiday, wasn’t it?” he chuckles, walking towards your dresser where the frame stood proudly. It had been two weeks since the break up, but you didn’t bother taking any photos out of the frames yet. You couldn’t bare it. That would mean George was gone for good.

You smile softly and walk next to him as he gazes at the photograph, all the memories resurfacing of the beautiful beach and the small cabana George had gotten for the two of you with the graduation money he had saved up. “It was,” you recall. “It was like a dream, honestly. We were so young back then,” you say in disbelief. It was true. You were both just eighteen in that picture and now here you were, twenty two, post-break up. The two of you had grown up so much since that holiday. You wish you could jump through the picture and tell your younger self to relish in every moment you had with George because each moment was beautiful.

George laughs, “We look so young. Merlin...” The two of you chuckle at the photo. “We were so happy,” he sighs before looking at you. You don’t dare peel your eyes from the photograph, knowing that if you look at him right now, you’d melt and give into him. “Look at me please,” he speaks just above a whisper.

Shaking your head, you speak, “I can’t, Georgie. I can’t bear it.”

His heart flutters at your nickname for him. “I want to take a look at your eyes. A good look. One last time and I promise I’ll go.” George reaches out and touches your hand gently, as if you were made of glass and the slightest touch would break you. “(Y/N).”

With a gulp and mustering up all your courage, you turn your gaze to his and your heart melts at the sight. If a look could speak. His eyes were so sad, but filled with so much longing and love and adoration. The face you loved so much, full of so much tenderness, staring down at you. He made you feel like you were the only person who mattered. Because to George, you were.

The two of you are just looking at each other, absorbing each other’s features as much as possible before one of you dares to speak up. Slowly, George reaches up and cups your face, like you were so used to. “George,” you sigh out breathlessly as you lean into his touch, tears welling up in your eyes. You can’t believe you had to let him go. “I just want to be happy again. With you.”

George gives you a sad smile, “I do too, angel. More than anything. It’s my only wish. Even if it’s just for another day.”

His words make the wheels start churning in your head as you lick your lips before saying, “Then let us have one more day. One more night together. I don’t care if it’s temporary. I just want one last memory with you, Georgie.”

George’s eyes search yours as you desperately hold onto him, needing him, wanting him, yearning for him. George brings your face to his, connecting your lips in a kiss that was unlike any other kiss you’ve ever had. It made the hair on your neck stand up. Your arms wrap around his neck as his wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The kiss is full of urgency and desire, as if you didn’t take each other right now, there wouldn’t be another opportunity for this.

You break apart from the kiss to pull George’s shirt over his head as he does the same to you only to reconnect your kiss. His lips move against yours, hungrily, passionately as you moan gently into his mouth. George grabs your thighs and hoists you up as you wrap your legs around his torso as he walks over to the bed, laying you down gently, kissing your lips, neck, and collarbones. His lips leave trails of wet kisses as you run your finger through his still damp hair, tugging on it gently. “Please, George, please,” you whine as he kisses the valley between your breasts.

He pulls himself away from your chest to kiss your lips again. “Anything you want, angel. Say the word and I’m all yours,” he tells you, brushing your hair gently. You grab his face and pull him down to connect your lips again, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you arch your back, pushing your chest into his. His tongue massages yours as his hands unclasp your bra, throwing it to the floor.

“I want you to make love to me,” you mumble against his mouth as George smiles softly, his heart fluttering. “I want you to make love to me, Georgie. I want to remember this night for the rest of my life.”

“Anything, angel. Anything you want,” he repeats himself as you both breathily laugh, reconnecting your lips, stripping the other of their remaining clothes. Soon enough, the two of you are naked and George breathes out, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You connect your lips again before you place kisses along George’s jawline as he hovers over you, lining himself up to your entrance, pulling your legs farther open as you wrap them around his torso. George runs the tip of his hard dick up your wet pussy as you bite down on your lip with a sharp inhale. “Please, baby, please,” you beg him which only makes George obey you, pushing his whole length into your aching core as you both moan out in satisfaction. He fills you up in a way that is so familiar and delightful as you dig your nails into his biceps. “Shit,” you moan out as George starts to move, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

“Fucking hell,” George groans out. “You feel fucking incredible,” he breathes out, his hips moving smoothly against yours, pumping his hard cock in and out as your walls tighten around him. “You like that, baby?”

With a whimper, you moan out, “I love it, baby. Keep going, don’t stop. I love the way you fuck me. Fuck, George.” George continues to thrust in and out, picking up his pace, going in deeper as your eyes flutter shut. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder as you groan, “Right there, baby, right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Your praise makes George push your legs open wider so he can push impossibly deeper into you, before hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, making the both of you cry out in euphoria. “Shit, I love the way you feel wrapped around me. Say my name, baby,” George groans.

“Oh, George, fuck, baby,” you moan out louder, head tossed back against your sheets as George buries his face in your neck as you hold onto him. He pounds into you deeper as you are panting in a state of nirvana. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you dig your nails into George’s flesh as he presses love bites into your neck.

He looks at you and speaks, “Look at me, angel. I want you to cum looking into my eyes, baby.” You peel your eyes open and look into his brown eyes, dark with a mixture of lust and love. “I love you, angel.”

As he continues to thrust, you feel the familiar knotting feeling in your stomach as your jaw drops. “I love you,” you breathe out, looking deep into George’s eyes. “I love you so much, baby. I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, I love you,” George repeats as you reach your climax, crying out his name in pleasure, head rolling back as you clutch the sheets, coming all over his dick. Shortly after, George finishes, moaning out your name, the both of you a symphony of moans and heavy breathing.

The two of you come down from your highs as he pulls out and lays on the bed next to you, chests heavy with the rise and fall of incoming and outgoing breaths. You run your fingers through your hair before rolling onto your side to face George who stares at the ceiling. A small smile is on your lips as you place a hand on George’s chest. He turn his gaze to you and a toothy grin is on your face as you giggle, George pulling you close to him with a breathy chuckle. He places a kiss to your temple. The two of you cuddle next to each other, naked underneath your sheets, happy to be resting in each other’s arms.

That is until George speaks, “You didn’t really wash my jumper did you? You were trying to keep it in hopes I didn’t notice, weren’t you?” You can hear the smile in his voice as you roll your eyes. “You were!”

You sit up, “I was not!”

George laughs, “You cheeky little thing! You were trying to steal my clothes from me after we broke up!”

The two of you are in a fit of laughs, laying next to each other, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin next to each other. You rest your head on George’s chest as he rubs your back. “I wish we could be this happy all the time,” you confess as George sighs, wishing the same thing. But the two of you knew that this wasn’t working anymore. The break up was for the best.

“I do too, my love,” he agrees. “But I don’t want to focus on what we wish could happen. Let’s just enjoy tonight while we have it, okay?” he speaks as you nod, cuddling further into his touch. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Minutes later, the two of you had fallen asleep, entangled in each others arms, the last words on your lips being confessions of love.

The morning comes as quickly as you fell asleep. You stretch your arms out and pat the area of the bed next to you, searching for George. But you quickly realize that your George wasn’t there.

In his place was a piece of parchment that had scribbled onto it, I didn’t want to leave before you woke up, but work calls sadly. Thank you for last night. It was the best night of my life. I love you, (Y/N). I always have and I always will. That will never change. You are my angel. Love always, Your George. P.S. You can keep the jumper. It looked better on you anyway.

A few feet away from the note was the jumper on the edge of the bed, laid out in it’s glory as a small smile made its way onto your face. You reach over and pull the jumper onto your naked body, inhaling the fabric that smelt so much of George, making your heart flutter. “Maybe someday,” you whisper. “Maybe someday, my love.”

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harujkookie · 3 years

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How to Farm for Demon Vouchers

Are you running out of vouchers? Don’t know how to farm them? No worries, here’s a F2P (free to play) guide on how to farm for them! If I don’t get the card I wanted from the nightmare during a pop quiz, I usually earn 20-30 DVs before it ends with this guide (mainly using method 1, 4, and 5).

You can check my Obey Me Guide Masterlist here!

Also, if you need further help, feel free to send me a DM or an ask! Sending me asks will help me write what guide/tip I should write next! ^^

Tips for New Players

Coming from a player who is currently Rank 140+ in the game, it is very important to use your Devil Points (DP) wisely. DP will be extremely important if you want to farm for the pop quiz URs, purchase sales, etc. In my opinion, I would NOT recommend that you should use your DPs to roll in the Nightmare (unless you have no options to get your favorite card).

1. Pop Quiz

Participate in the pop quizzes. In part 1, you can farm 10 DVs here. Without DP, you can participate 70-80%+ of the battles every day (to imagine it better, it’s like doing all of the battles in chapter 1 of the pop quiz and like 5 stages in chapter 2). As a result, you will eventually get all 10 vouchers before the pop quiz ends!

Focus on playing the pop quiz instead of playing Lonely Devil (LD). If you do the roll the nightmare that corresponds to the pop quiz, those cheat cards will help you increase your points faster since you’re stuck with the default 120 points if you play LD. But if you don’t have any cheat cards, by all means do whatever you want, but you will end up purchasing 10 DP per trip in Lonely Devil (unless you have tickets).

2. Lonely Devil

Speaking of Lonely Devil, these past 3 pop quizzes that will give you 10 DVs in one day!

Just a reminder that you need those LD tickets or 10 DP in order to unlock them for a couple of days!

3. Levi’s Boot Camp

Once a pop quiz ends, there is usually a short event called Levi’s boot camp where you play normal/hard mode stages to earn points! If you complete it, you will earn 1 DV and several other items!

4. Congratulations Set

Once you rank up, you’ll have a chance to get a popup window of a set. It should look like this (source - DM if you want it removed). For players under rank 100, you won’t get this set every time you rank up. This is the BEST set in the game because you’ll get all of these items at a cheap cost. I would recommend that you should buy this set every time you rank up.

5. Ravens

This is going to be a breakdown because this is sort of a step-by-step method but it’s basically:

TDRL: Get Grimm > Roll for Chapter G > Get Lucifer’s feathers- I mean ravens > Buy vouchers with ravens

Save up your grimm! The best method if to put two people in Ristorante Six. I have a better guide on how to farm grimm here! Depending how many duplicate N-SSR cards you have, Chapter G will be your best method to get those ravens! Depending on the rarity, if you reached max skill level of a specific card, you will get ravens!

Once you have ravens, there is a section in Akuzon that sells stuff for ravens! This is where you will use those ravens to purchase DVs! 1 DV is 45 ravens!

6. Devil Tree Rewards

Some cards will give you 1 DV! You can check which specific cards here from the wiki!

7. To Do Rewards

There are some rewards that will give you a voucher, but honestly it’s not worth it if you need DVs asap. You can check the rewards here from the wiki.

8. Special Gifts

Sometimes, there are limited time only items (the image above is an example) you can purchase with DP in Akuzon. When giving these limited time items to special guest, you have a chance to get a normal dialogue (where the guest will give you AP, Grimm, Ravens, LD Tickets) and a special dialogue (where the guest will you 1 DV). This is all RNG based so don’t rely so much on this method.

9. Solomon’s Sale - NOTE: This only happens during Nightmare Revivals!

When past nightmares show up, there is a hot deal that you NEED to get. It costs 150 DP, but you will get 10 DVs and some other things (grimm, AP, etc.)!

10. Other sales

There are other sales (eg. Mammon’s Rip Off Sale), that will give you DVs, but honestly they are not worth the price in my opinion.

Anyways, I hope this helped you! Good luck getting your favourite mans!

#obey me #obey me guide #obey me tips #obey me shall we date #.liasguides #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer

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girlwiththereapertattoo · 3 years

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begin again - part two

Jax Teller x female!Reader

Summary: Y/N is back in Charming and gets a visit from a ghost of her past.

Word count: 2,5k words

Warnings: Bad language and a mention of a family member’s death (I can’t think of other warnings but feel free to point them out)

Author's note: For reference of Y/N’s childhood home, this is the house I was picturing. It’s only the exterior, you can go wild with the interior. HERE

Beta read by @crucifixedbitch

PART ONE

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Four Years Later

Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself back in Charming and yet here you are. Life happens though and certain situations are out of your control, like the passing of your mother. You came back for her funeral, and since you’re her only surviving family, you’ve been left with the task of taking care of her affairs, including the selling of your childhood home. You look around, taking in the messy sight before you.

Stacked boxes fill the small, relatively empty, kitchen space. Eventually, all these boxes will end up in storage until you figure out what it is that you want to do with them. A costly decision, but there’s no way you’re lugging them back to Charlotte with you, and apparently, no one’s looking to buy used furniture in Charming.

“Mommy?”

A sleepy S/N’s standing at the entryway clutching his favorite toy in one hand whilst the other rubs his eyes. He shuffles over to you and throws both arms around your legs then buries his little face in them.

“Hey, ace! How was your nap?”

“It was good.” His voice comes out muffled and small. “Mommy, can we watch a movie?”

You scoop him into your arms and spin him around before you set him on your hip. “I’ve got a better idea,” you press a loving kiss to his forehead and hug him to your chest. “Why don’t we leave the house for a bit? We deserve a break from all this packing, don’t you think?”

He perks up. “Can we get ice cream? Please.”

“Ice cream… with sprinkles!”

The suggestion earns you a double kiss to the cheek and the title of ‘Best Mom in the World’! Once you set him down, he dashes out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom to grab his shoes. In the meantime, you grab your keys and purse from the breakfast table and wait for him at the front door.

“Ace?”

After a stretched pause, he calls back.

“Is everything okay?”

Concerned, you make your way down the hall and find a frustrated S/N sitting on the bedroom floor, struggling to fasten his sandals.

“Need a little help with that, ace?”

He shakes his head with a huff. “I can do it myself.”

You know better than to push him when he gets this way and so you patiently wait. It takes him a moment but he gets it done, and he looks quite pleased with himself.

“Do you have everything?”

“Yep.” He makes his way over to you and links his fingers with yours, “Do you have everything?”

You chuckle. “Yes, I do.”

You say a little prayer as you leave the house — may you not run into SAMCRO.

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A lot has changed since the last time you were here. Most of the small shops and restaurants have been shut down or replaced, including Hanna’s Diner, which has now been replaced by Benny’s, a fifties-themed diner. Cringe. It’s not really your style but S/N insists on eating here because the servers are on roller skates. Wanting to be inconspicuous, you ask to be seated in a booth on the far end of the restaurant.

Your waiter hands you a menu and gives S/N a picture to color in and a cup of Crayons. You order yourself a beverage, a milkshake for S/N, and whilst you wait for your order to arrive, you help S/N color in his picture. You’re engrossed in the task, joking about with your son, when your name is suddenly called by a familiar voice. Your heart lurches in your chest, a shiver traveling down your spine at the recognition — Gemma fucking Teller.

“Shit,” you murmur.

You focus your attention on your son, hoping she gets the message loud and clear: you’re not looking to make conversation with her. As her heels click towards you, you heavily regret leaving your house today. What were you thinking? Charming’s such a small town, you were bound to bump into a ghost of your past and it just had to be Gemma. She stops beside your table but still, you keep your head down.

“Jesus Christ, it really is you.”

Left with no choice, you force yourself to look up at the woman who once made your life miserable. “Gemma, hi.”

She smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hi, sweetheart. I thought you might be back in town. I heard about your mother, I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. I appreciate you coming over,” you muster a smile.

Gemma glances down at S/N who’s engrossed in his coloring. She looks back at you. “Cute kid. Is he yours?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Who’s the dad?”

You look away from her. “I think you should leave, Gemma.”

“It’s Jax, isn’t it?”

Your silence is all the confirmation she needs.

“Does he know?”

“Gemma,” you plead. “Don’t do this.”

“He deserves to be in his son’s life, Y/N.”

“Oh, spare me the crap.”

She opens her mouth, preparing to fire back at you but you cut her off.

“We’re not doing this, Gemma. Not now, not ever.” You abruptly rise from your seat with a huff and grab S/N. “I’m only going to tell you this once, stay the hell away from me and my family.”

You slam the money that you owe for the drinks you ordered — but didn’t get to enjoy — onto the table, and march out of the diner.

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“Come on, ace, it’s bedtime.”

“But Mom!” he protests, throwing his head back and whines. “Only five more minutes. Please.”

S/N’s nighttime routine’s simple: bathtime before dinner, he’s allowed twenty minutes television time after dinner, then he’s got to brush his teeth, and once he’s in bed, you read him a bedtime story. It’s the same routine every night, with a few exceptions, and yet every night is the same struggle.

“We can’t keep doing this, ace.”

His eyes remain fixed on the television screen, lips parted, completely entranced.

“Ace..?”

He slowly tears his eyes from the screen, his face splitting into a toothy grin, “Yes, Mommy?”

“It’s bedtime.”

It looks like he might object, negotiate more time, but with a defeated sigh, he slides off the couch and walks over to where you’re standing. Together, you make your way to the bathroom for S/N to brush his teeth. He’s just rinsed out his mouth when light knocking sounds from the door.

“Who’s that?”

You shrug, “Probably one of Gammy’s friends coming to check on us. Why don’t you go to the bedroom to pick a book to read, okay?”

He climbs off his step stool and leaves the bathroom. The knocking sounds again and you announce that you’re coming. You open the door to find Jax Teller standing on the other side with his hands shoved deep in his jean pockets. A stunned expression flashes across his face as he takes in your appearance.

“Hey.”

“Jackson, hi.” You step out onto the porch and pull the door behind you, leaving it ajar. “What are you doing here?”

Well, that’s rude. You don’t intend for your question to come out so curt and direct but what the hell is he doing at your door? Gemma, it’s got to be Gemma, and if he’s been talking to Gemma, then he must have questions. Questions you’re not entirely ready to give him answers to. You just wish he’d picked a better time to drop by.

“I, uh, heard you were in town and I thought I’d come by to see you before you left.”

“Uh, thanks. I–”

“Mommy! Mommy!” S/N yanks the door open before you can stop him and joins you on the porch, quickly retreating behind you when he sees the man at the door. With a small voice, he tells you, “I found a book to read.”

“You did?”

He nods, his eyes fixed on Jax.

“Good.” You pick him up off the floor and press a kiss to his cheek, “Go wait in the bedroom, okay? Mommy will be there in a minute.”

You set him on the ground and he scurries back into the house, leaving you alone with Jax once again.

“I can come back another time if y–”

“No, come in.” You catch yourself off guard. Why the hell are you inviting him into your home? “Unless you’re in a hurry. I just need to put S/N to bed and I shouldn’t be long…”

“Do what you gotta do, I’ll wait.”

You let him in and he makes his way over to the living room. In the bedroom, S/N has already tucked himself under the covers and he’s paging through the book, reading from memory.

“Are you ready for storytime, ace?”

He turns to you. “Is the man gone?”

“No,” you make your way over to the bed, “he’s still here.”

“Is he Gammy’s friend?��

You chuckle as you settle on the bed beside him and press a long kiss to the top of his head. You accept the book that he hands to you and read the title aloud, “A Tiger In Space by Micki Lee.”

He nuzzles into you, his head resting on your arm as he listens to you read for him, occasionally chiming in to comment on the illustrations.

“Goodnight, ace,” you press a final kiss to his forehead, “sweet dreams, I love you.”

“Goodnight, Mommy,” he yawns and shuts his eyes.

You quietly make your way out of his bedroom, leaving his nightlight on, and make your way to the living room, bracing yourself for what’s to come. You find Jax on the couch, fiddling with his pocket chain. When he hears you walk in, his head jerks up.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry about your mom.”

You stand awkwardly, unsure of how to handle yourself. And to think the man has seen you naked. “It’s alright.”

“How long you in town?”

“Not long,” you shuffle your feet. “I have to take care of a few things before I head back. I’m putting the house up for sale.”

“Well if you need anything…”

“I know who to call. I appreciate the offer.” You give him a tight smile, “I’ll definitely keep it in mind.”

“Anyway,” he pushes onto his feet, “I should get going.”

A wave of relief washes over you as you walk him to the front door, glad that the awkwardness was coming to an end. “Thank you for stopping by.”

“It was good seeing you.”

“Likewise,” you open the door, and with a final smile, you bid him farewell.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” He steps out onto the porch and turns to you. “I’d really like to be a part of the kid’s life.”

You’re stunned speechless, unsure of how to respond to his request but you don’t have to. Jax turns and makes his way back to the tow truck parked outside your house. You watch him drive off, frozen in place, and as you shut the door, you wish you’d said more to him.

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Jax’s sudden reappearance in your life has you off-kilter and for a good portion of the next day, you don’t exactly know what to do with yourself. You’re overcome by a wave of emotions, inundated with the memories of the girl you once were. It feels like a lifetime ago but it’s only been four years. Jesus. Your love was epic, meant to last lifetimes, but shit doesn’t always go according to our plans.

In the years you’ve been apart, so much has happened. Your mother would often give you updates on Jax and the Sons. News of his incarceration affected you more than you cared to admit because a part of you always hoped that he’d see the light and distance himself from the club. ‘It’s a good thing you got away when you did, he’s a violent man. You had no future with him,’ your mother would remind you every chance she got.

You stare down at the vibrating phone that rests on the couch next to you, your boyfriend’s name glaring back at you. Worn out, you toy with the idea of allowing his call to go through to voicemail, for the fifth time this evening, but it’ll only bite you in the ass.

“Babe, hey.”

“Jesus, Y/N, where the hell have you been? I thought we agreed that you’d call me at eight.”

“I’m sorry, I was clearing out the basement and the service’s really bad down there.”

You lean into the couch, bracing yourself for an outburst that never comes. Instead, he asks about your day and S/N. He tells you that he misses you, and offers to fly to Charming to assist you with the packing. He also tells you about the puppy he saw today and how he immediately thought of S/N.

“The house feels empty when you’re not here,” he concludes.

“We miss you too. Especially S/N.” B/N came into your life shortly after S/N was born, he’s the only father he knows. “I don’t think he likes Charming very much.”

“I don’t blame him. When are you coming back?”

“Next week, I hope.”

At that moment, you hear the loud rumble of a motorcycle pulling up onto your driveway and you just know it’s Jax.

“Honey, I hate to cut this short but someone’s just pulled onto the driveway.”

“At this hour?”

“Can I call you in the morning?”

“Is it safe?”

“It’s probably a friend of my mom’s.”

A light knock sounds at the door.

“I don’t like this.”

“I promise to call you in the morning. I love you, goodnight.”

You hang up before you catch his response and toss the phone back onto the couch. Jax has his back turned to you when you open the door.

“Jax?”

He turns around and flashes you a heartwarming smile. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No,” you return his smile and step out to join him on the porch, “is everything okay?”

A serious expression settles on his face, “We need to talk, Y/N.”

It’s about S/N, you just wish he’d let it go already. “Jax, I–”

“Hear me out.”

You sigh, “Fine.”

“Look, you don’t have to tell him that I’m his old man but I’m sure he’s getting restless with no friends. He can always spend time with Abel.”

“Jax–”

“I just want to get to know my kid better, Y/N, that’s it.”

After a long pause, you ask, “You’re not going to back down from this, huh?”

He chuckles, “No, not really.”

“I’ve got conditions.”

“I’m all ears.”

“The playdate happens here.”

“Alright.”

“And you can’t stay long.”

“Fine by me.”

“And no Gemma,” you cross your arms over your chest, “you can’t tell her about this arrangement.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. Bring Abel tomorrow around noon, he can have lunch with us. He got any allergies?”

Jax’s smile widens, “None. Thank you for agreeing to this.”

“You left me with no choice.”

“I mean it, Y/N, I appreciate it.” He leans over to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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PART THREE

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