#basically when I have my own place the food I buy will be mine and mine alone
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How do genshin men propose to you?
Genshin men and their ways of proposing to you.
kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli x reader
Kaeya’s idea of the proposal
Kaeya didn’t think much when he thought of the idea of a proposal, he loved the idea and has prepared himself for the exact moment. Having the pride to be your boyfriend and soon to be (he hopes) fiancé makes him confident.
He proposed to you in the tavern; diluc’s tavern. He pretend to be drunk as hell, he even put some makeup over his face just incase you know what’s going on, yes, he likes to make it extra. At first, he would ask you if you can help him walk home, he would look lousy and exhausted, seemingly to buy your trust. Then he would pretend to drop unconscious, he also make sure the ring fall to the ground so when you’re distracted by the ring, he already prepared himself on his knees. Your ring is made by his own hands, he learned how to make it at one random day with crepus. The ring has a carve of your initial and his, the sapphire is carved into your favourite flower. And his? It’s basically carved into the leaves, the leaves that grow before the blooming flowers.
so when you turn yourself to his eyes…he take the ring to his fingers and kneels. ”you know, i would really love to wake up beside you every morning and have a ring on my finger that represent your existence within me, so [name], would you be my one and only?”
Diluc’s idea of the proposal
Diluc’s idea are fancy, something hard to remake by others. his money is basically unlimited, so he decided to rent a fine-dining restaurant without you knowing he has reserved the whole place for you. you told him that maybe luck was in your side, because the restaurant is all quiet, nobody is there, just you both; not having the hint that he does everything to this extent just to make you his.
It’s a classy ol’ fine dining that you expected, candles and fresh flowers everywhere, yet the menus are basically made for this event only, it’s arranged into a riddle and if it were to be cleared, the words will become a sentence of “would you be mine?”. The head chef made the food based on the themes of your every date with him and it made you teared up. Until the dessert, which is the end, the chef happened to make a chocolate that you can break with a small hammer. Then there’s the ring, the proposal ring that he has been preparing for you. When you found out, you immediately look at him, his other ring which completes yours already in his finger.
“for every seconds, hours, days or months, never have i regretted meeting you. Atlas, i would like for us to be one, so, would you be mine?”
Childe’s idea of the proposal
A week before the proposal, he cleared out his task, wanting to take a whole week off to arrange his proposal for you. it earned him quite the reward from the Tsaritsa, though his body barely function after the last task he’d done, at the end of the day, he’s admitted to the hospital, he resist it at first, but knowing that it’ll make you mad if he’s resisting, then he’ll stay.
Therefore, he thought about making his proposal in the hospital, he doesn’t want anyone to take you away from him after all. So he quietly asked one of his comrade to make one and only handmade ring that they could commission from the best iron maker in teyvat, the side gifts are more special, an eternal flower in a glass (referenced by beauty and the beast rose). He proposed to you by making a…dramatic play. When you visited him when he (presumably) sleeps, he would cough..you panicked of course, thinking that he might choke on pills and such, he closed his mouth, hiding the ring on his palm also acting as if it’s a rough cough, then when he open his palm and sits down, he gives out the look of the ring..that beautiful ring.
“i don’t wanna die alone, so…bare with me and marry me?”, he chuckles and kiss your cheeks before presenting you.
Zhongli’s idea of the proposal
He wanted to move on from his past, he wanted to finally say i love you; though he’s afraid, what if he repeats another mistake? Hence he doesn’t proposed officially, he tried to know you better, making sure that you live off the best life with him, he tried to reassure himself that even if you can be immortal just like him, at least he had made several chapters of your life meaningful.
At the first day, he takes you to a restaurant, telling you to order your favorite, and you shared with him. You told him what you like about it, what makes it special and the next day he recreated for you, inviting you to his house and serves it. You’re happy and that makes him..charmed. The other days, he observes your shopping pattern, you would buy discounted clothes and good deals for groceries, you would always say no to his request of being paid or having to be helped with the bags. Those are also what he observes. It seems that you need somebody that can help you with your burdens in life, cheering for your every moment, or appreciate your action. well it’s not like he doesn’t know you, you’ve been with him since 3 years ago and now you guys basically know each other head to toe, it’s just that..the longer it gets, the harder for you guys to appreciate the small things. Then, at the day of the proposal, he ordered your favorite food and take you out to a date, a humble date. He helped you with every single thing, he didn’t bother to answer your no(s) cause he knows you want to…at the end of the day, he tied your shoelaces and told you to wait for a moment since he also need to tie his..at that moment, he take off his ring from his pocket and present it to you.
“The time i spent while having you beside me was the slowest seconds i’ve ever had in my life, that in fact, make me want to cherish for whatever phase of life the world gave me..and in that phase, i would like to have you beside me. Forever. So would you mind, giving me the chance to court you?”
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Broke college student tip:
Learn to love cooking. Like get into it. Enjoy it. Get excited to cook. Why? When you learn to cook and enjoy it you'll save money. Lots of money. And you'll be eating better, healthier food too.
For example. I'm eating seafood and veggie pasta right now with a white wine cream sauce. In a restaurant, this would be a fancy meal, costing $20 or so for a small portion. Literally cost me like $5 or so in ingredients to make. And like 20 minutes to cook. And I made enough for lunch AND dinner. When you know how to cook you can make cheap foods taste amazing.
Here's some advice how to make this easier:
Buy frozen things. Frozen veggies, frozen fruits, frozen meats, etc. Frozen lasts longer and saves you money and stress.
Have basic herbs and spices on hand. Salt, pepper (red, black, and white), thyme, rosemary, basil, garlic powder, onion powder, turmeric, bay leaf (chopped is best), cinnamon, paprika, cumin, and sage are my most commonly used ones!
Common recipe ingredients to keep on hand: pasta, rice, lemon/lime juice, garlic, onion, white wine, frozen veggies, potatoes, frozen meats, sugar, butter, pasta sauces, tomatoes, eggs, soda/pineapple juice/beer (great for marinades or cooking meat).
Frozen things when stored properly can be stored for a couple months and portioned out making quick meals easy!
Learn flavor profiles. Citrus, basil, rosemary, butter, salt, garlic, and onion are all fairly universal in their uses while things like cumin and turmeric have a stronger, earlier flavor and are great for stews, curries, pastas, soups, and sauces!
Learn to shop. If it's non-perishable and bogo, get it! Bogo (buy one get one) is basically half off and now you have two things for when you need it! Walmart brand pasta is like $0.98 a box. You can also get a bag of frozen extra small shrimp at Walmart for like $5 and there's about 50 in a bag. Shop non-perishable items by weight (price per ounce) and perishables by size.
Pasta sauce can be put in the freezer and if stored well can keep for like 3 months!
Sauté your veggies! They taste so good that way!!! A little butter, garlic, rosemary, and onion. Sprinkle with salt after and viola!
It's easy to fall into a food rut, so treat yourself every now and then with something different or challenge yourself by limiting yourself to 5 ingredients or something to make you exercise your skills.
Make your own barbecue sauce. It's so fun! All you need is molasses, ketchup, brown sugar, and whatever you want to customize it. I usually put honey and bourbon in mine.
Go on pinterest and find easy recipes! The great thing about a recipe is every single one you see is customizable and was made to the cooker's preference. You don't like mushrooms? Don't put them in and add something earthy and unami like turmeric or sumac in its place.
Tofu is easier than you think.
Rice is very filling and goes with most everything.
Keep fresh herbs fresh by putting them in water. You might even root and grow your own!
Frozen fruits are amazing for marinades or more "tropical" tasting recipes. Frozen citrus and pineapple are great for making a citrus chicken and rice! Just defrost in a bowl and then add the chicken to the bowl.
Tortillas are amazing and keep for a while in the fridge.
Print out recipes and keep them in a binder so you make notes and changes directly on the paper!
#study blog#student#studyblr#student life#study hard#productivity#school#studying#school advice#uni student#university student#uni life#uni#university#uniblr#university studyblr#cooking
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wait I have got to hear your thoughts on bruce being lottie!!
Rewatching Princess and The Frog has got me in a chokehold! But basically, the AU as of now;
It's a well established, well know, well respected fact from the White House to the Bayou; If you ain't Wayne rich, you ain't rich at all.
But you won't catch Thomas Wayne bragging and boosting and yapping about hot cars, or big mansions, or pearly white yachts.
Thomas' pride and joy is one tiny, fawn eyed, overly energetic boy that made Gotham collectively swoon.
"And I want a princess when I grows up!" Bruce is just prancing around in his pink prince costume, adjusting a paper crown that Alfred made, " Or a prince! Can you get me a prince, papa?"
"You know the deal, Bruce; You wish it, daddy grands it; Ain't that right, Martha?"
Martha Kent chuckles in that warm, knowing way of hers. Her friend is infamous for the way he spoils his boy. But the Waynes are good people. And not just because they keep her farm afloat.
"Yeah, you're good on that front. But you know, sweetheart; It doesn't matter if you marry a prince or princess. As long as they make you smile, that's all that matters."
Lois, just a bit older than Bruce, makes a disgusted noise, " I don't want no prince or princess. I just want Princess money."
Bruce squeals, " But a PRINCE. I'd love to marry a Prince. We'd have a big big wedding and the sweetest cake in the world, and everyone would have fun, -- Clark! You gonna be at my wedding, right?"
Clark, dressed up in his blue overalls and paper sword, to fit the knight Bruce always calls him, nods, with a smile that doesn't match his words, " Course I will, Bruce. If you'll have me."
Now. Bruce is so very good at forging fantasies. But when a princess from a far away island rumoured to be populated entirely by women comes into town, it doesn't look like make believe at all.
"Women only? Lucky."
Lois doesn't have the time for dreams; She's a bonafide, concise, straight to the point realist. Taking truth by the throat and brings it to light.
And often enough, truth isn't pretty. And ugly truth, as Parry said, right before booting her right out of her job, doesn't sell.
Luckily, Clark's folks were nice enough to give her a delivery job cause Clark can't drive worth a damn. Still. If she's gonna watch him contain another dreamy sigh for Bruce, she'll blow chunks.
"Did you see her in them papers?! That's the prettiest woman I ever did see!"
Mr. Wayne growls behind his newspaper (that Lois could've written better than fucking JIMMY) and Bruce doubles down, " Um. After mama."
Mr Thomas smiles. "Hm. Guess you're finally getting that princess, huh, Brucie?"
Even in adulthood, Bruce squeals like a strangled kitten, " Where's Clark? Can't have the perfect wedding without the perfect best man!" Lois bites her lip and stacks up the peaches in Mrs. Wayne's Cafe.
After all these years, she just refuses to let that old place go. Lois has to respect that. Martha gives her a sympathetic look, warms her up with a mother's love. " How's work, Lo?"
"It's work, Mrs. Wayne. Thank you for that big order for the masquerade ball. At this point, you're the only ones keeping that farm alive..."
"Give those apples some credit," she winks, but squeezes Lois' hand, " If you ever need anything..."
"Thank you. But I don't take handouts."
"Pride won't buy you food, honey. But I guess I gotta wait for you to open your own newspaper. Then I'll make you rich. You'll see."
Bruce is just hugging and squeezing on Clark's arm, ranting a mile a minute about his wedding colors, his cake flavor, the honeymoon, all while nuzzling Clark's toned arm.
And Clark does what he does best; Hide behind a smile.
Alfred sighs, " If he wasn't mine, I'd whack that boy's head with a pan."
"You'll do no such thing, or so help me!"
"Save it for the after party, Tommy dear," Martha chuckles, " But I gotta understand, -- this Diana lady's making waves. I never even seen a woman talk to the mayor before. Let alone yell at 'Im."
"That's cause Tommy Elliot only wants women under his desk," A roll of the eye, a coil of disgust fanning resentment In her gut, Lois takes the box. "Sides, little miss princess probably ain't better than he is. "
The problem with always looking back is you're never ready for the forward.
When Lois bumps up in something tall, solid, and warm, she thinks its Clark. Except neither she or Clark smell like vanilla ice cream and clean air and blue oceans.
Clark certainly doesn't have long, majestic hair gracefully dancing in the winds. He doesn't have blood red lips, or strong blue eyes.
Clark's eyes were summer sky blue. Not a blue Medusa herself couldn't stone.
And he certainly doesn't make her heart stop with a smirk.
"Well," Diana Fucking Prince says, voice satin and velvet, "I don't know about being a better. But I could change your mind about that."
#dc#bruce wayne#clark kent#lois lane#dc comics#superbat#diana prince#diana of themyscira#lois x diana#basically diana goes undercover as a civilian to see how the mayor treats his citizens or maybe shes running from something and lois#has to help take your pic!!!#text#text post#also bruce has little babies!! jay and dickie ^^ lois employes their help to stop wonderbat from happening bc clearly CLARK should marry#the princess and save the farm#jay isnt down!! she wants the cool lady as his mom! and dick wants uncle clark as his dad!
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Billy knight request….reader x billy in new relationship. Billy is super protective and jealous. They go to their first party together billy gets nervous /jealous because of guy hitting on reader. He causes a scene then panics on their way home thinking he’s ruined their relationship. Reader is not mad at him she is very soft with billy she takes him home and shows him exactly how much he means to her fluffy sweet smut please ***billy definitely has a breeding kink****😊
A/N: My first Billy Knight request and I couldn’t be happier. I love this character so much. Thanks to you @harringtonfan4 for the suggestion - it gripped me by the throat and did not let go. I basically spent 7 hours straight writing this all in one go. Any typos or plot holes are all mine, unintentional, and you can go pick on someone else. Here we go!
Pairing: Billy Knight X Fem!reader; Billy Knight X AFAB!reader
Jealous!Billy Knight; Insecure!Billy Knight
Tags: fluffy, emotional hurt/comfort, jealousy, mental health issues, insecure Billy, minor physical altercation, minor mention of suicide, fluffy smut, smutty smut, blowjob, PIV unprotected sex (PLEASE DO NOT DO THAT - WRAP IT), unintentional edging, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, small instance of choking but not really.
Warnings: minor mention of suicide; small instance of choking but not really; Under 18? Move on, please. I did not write this for you.
Please do not repost this anywhere else. This is my work and mine alone.
Word Count: 7200+
Knight in Shining Armor
You knew that you were the first major relationship Billy had ever attempted besides having schoolboy crushes on girls, sneaking kisses and holding hands and such, but nothing ever meant anything. He was in his mid-20s and should have had plenty of girlfriends before you, but due to a childhood trauma, he was debilitated and emotionally injured and needed time to heal. At least, that’s how he put it to you when you met and started dating him.
You bumped into him in the frozen foods section, dropping your frozen potato wedges when you turned and saw him there holding the freezer door open for you. He hadn’t meant to startle you, of course and looked so painfully shy and fearful about scaring you that it broke your heart a little. It had been months since your last relationship and while you weren’t looking for something new, you had a good feeling about him and told him that he could make up startling you by buying you a coffee from the station at the front of the store. He was happy to do it and that’s when it all began.
He was tender and caring, thoughtful and kind, and didn’t seem to have the same agenda that all your other blokes had had - mainly getting into your knickers. He seemed amazed to just have your friendship. And as far as Billy was concerned, that’s exactly how he felt. He didn’t see the sense in lying to you about anything, but he was terrified that you’d reject him. According to his logic, it was better to tell you up front about his institutionalization and mental problems; that way, you could push him away before he had a chance to fall head over heels in love with you.
But you didn’t push him away. Especially after he explained about the support system he had in place: his few friends who were also his flat mates and his psychiatrist, his medication, and his dedication to being a proper man in the world - one that could hold down a job and pay bills. He was on a good road. The only part of his life that was incomplete was having someone to share his life with.
His big brown eyes looked soulfully into yours when he confessed all this. It was your third date and things had been going well. He was in charge of choosing the location for this one and he chose a picnic at the dog park. He didn’t own a dog (one of his flat mates was allergic) but he liked them and he had made a few friends among the dog owners that came there. He smiled secretively at you as he produced a resealable plastic sandwich bag of dog treats and jiggled them.
“My secret way of making canine friends,” he said, looking almost embarrassed at his cleverness.
You couldn’t help but laugh. The whole day was perfect, even after Billy’s confession about his history. You explained that you had an uncle that was bipolar and had to be sent away for a while when you were a child. You knew something was wrong with him, but you were too small to understand what. But when he came out, he was his old self again and better. You have valued psychiatry and psychology ever since and you were entirely supportive of Billy and deeply grateful for his honesty.
In your second month of dating Billy you were both headed to a party thrown by old friends of yours. You had met each other in uni and had stayed in touch and you wanted to introduce Billy to them all as you were fiercely proud of him and his strides toward living his own life as his own man.
“We don’t have to stay for long, if you don’t want,” you explained as you walked up the path to the door, “If things get too much, you tell me the word and we’ll dash.”
“What word?” Billy asked, rubbing his nose, “And what will we say as an excuse? Won’t they be suspicious? Won’t they think me rude?”
“Hardly,” you said, placing a reassuring arm around his. You planted your chin in his shoulder and looked up at him. “I’ll do the explaining. And the word will be something you pick. What word would you like to whisper to me if you feel overwhelmed?”
Billy looked at his surroundings for a minute, his eyes darting about him. “Um, how about ‘cardinal’?”
You giggled. “‘Cardinal’?” Your eyes found what his had: in one of the front windows was a decorative hanging made of stained glass and containing a red bird of that name. “Oh I see. ‘Cardinal’ it is then. Excellent choice.” You kissed him on the cheek and rang the bell.
Billy was overwhelmed almost instantly. This wasn’t the small gathering that he was expecting - only three or four friends from your uni days - this was a gathering of well over twenty people. The conversation was a cacophony in the place and people seemed to be everywhere, sitting on furniture, standing in small groups, and even sitting on the floor around the low coffee table. Everyone had a drink and Billy was tempted to drown his panic in a G&T, but he knew he couldn’t with his meds. When the hostess greeted him with a slightly drunken kiss on either of his cheeks and offered to take his coat, he gave it over mechanically, his brain still reeling from the sensory overload.
You took his hand and whispered, “You okay, love? You look spooked.”
“So far so good,” he said unconvincingly, but he squeezed your hand and gave you a tight smile. He was going to try his best for you. You were the miracle of his life and he wasn’t about to lose you over his own feeble insecurities screaming their little heads off.
They screamed even louder when they saw all the men in the room greet you warmly. Most of them had other females standing by who were introduced as girlfriends and partners or wives and that was all fine as far as Billy was concerned, but the few who weren’t attached to anyone? Billy felt his hackles rise protectively as they snaked their hands around your waist in hugs of greeting.
The powerful jealously that reared its ugly head inside of him hit him sideways with its strength. He wanted to rip their arms away from you, smash their smiling faces with his fist, then run from the place with you hauled over his shoulder caveman-style. He knew he couldn’t, that he mustn’t. It wasn’t right. They were old friends and you were allowed to have old friends. And when you looked back at him with that beautiful smile and squeezed his hand and introduced him as your boyfriend even though you were only on your second month of dating, it caused sunshine to bloom in his heart and he smiled back at you and shook their hands and was so damned proud to be yours.
As the evening wore on, Billy was never far from you, but soon relaxed enough to seat himself across the room from you as you talked with your friends, occasionally turning to him to include him in the conversation. Your female friends seemed to like him, like his shy nature. Your male friends discussed the latest footy match with him and Billy found himself contributing to the conversation almost effortlessly. He couldn’t wait to tell Dr. Hammond, his psychiatrist, all about this little social adventure. Billy was sure he would be pleased.
It wasn’t until Billy had gone to refresh your drink that Toby walked up to you while you stood in the empty corridor that ran the length of the home and provided access between the main rooms on the ground floor of the house. You had just pointed him the way toward the kitchen at the rear of the building and turned to go back to the sitting room at the front of the house when Toby’s voice came from behind you.
“Thought he’d never leave,” he said.
You sighed and turned slowly back to him. “And there it is: that low voice you have that you always thought was seductive enough to charm birds from trees. I was wondering when you were going to make your move,” you said.
Toby was an old flame. One you had doused with enough water to flood whole valleys in the Yorkshire Dales years back. Still, Toby tried. It was pathetic really.
“And what makes you think it never has?” he said. He had had too much alcohol. It was obvious.
“You’re drunk, Tobes,” you said, giving his chest a gentle shove, “Please just leave me alone, okay? Billy-“
“Billy is a ponce and a welcome mat,” he said. “Wherever did you find him anyway? At the pound? Those big brown puppy dog eyes of his worm his way into your little heart?” Here he put a finger on your chest and pressed the flesh softly.
“He’s a good man,” you said. “Better than you ever learned to be.”
“Still angry about that? It was ages ago! And I’ve mended my ways: I only date one woman at a time now. No more cheating.” Here he crossed his heart. “Promise.”
“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” you retorted and turned your head, looking over his shoulder at where Billy had disappeared. You shouldn’t have asked him for a mixed drink. He was too insecure to bring you anything but perfection in a glass and he was taking ages. A thought occurred to you just as Toby’s head was angling down toward yours: “Besides, I thought you and Belinda were an item. Whatever happened to her?”
“Oh you’ll love the irony in this,” he said laughing, “She cheated on me.” You couldn’t help but gasp and laugh. He nodded. “Yep. With her yoga-slash-pilates instructor, no less.” You laughed again, even harder. He went on: “Apparently strength, stamina, and flexibility were what she was really looking for.”
You put a shameful hand over your mouth as you continued to laugh at what must have been a rude awakening for this lothario. “Well,” you managed, recovering a little, “I’d say ‘poor you’, but you sort of deserve it, you bastard.”
He responded by wrapping you up in a hug. “You mean you don’t feel the least bit sorry for me?”
“I don’t,” said Billy.
The hug broke apart and the two of you stood there staring at Billy who was staring daggers at Toby.
“I don’t feel sorry for you at all,” said Billy again. He passed you your drink without even looking at you. “And I’ll tell you another thing, mate,” the word dripped with anger, “You had better stay away from my girlfriend or I swear to Christ on high-“
“Billy!” you interjected.
“- I’ll… I’ll…”
Toby regained some of his smugness. “Or you’ll what? Scold me to death?” He laughed.
Billy shoved him hard against the corridor wall. It shook the picture frames.
“Just-“ Billy’s nervous tic of rubbing his nose with his wrist came back viciously in that moment. He was so agitated that it frightened you. “J-just keep away.”
You grabbed Billy by the arm and turned him toward you. “Cardinal,” you said. There must have been a look in your eyes, because Billy just nodded and looked instantly ashamed. He glanced back at Toby who had pulled himself away from the wall and was straightening his blazer jacket.
“Fine man you have there, pet,” he said to you. “Don’t suppose he’s had his distemper shots?”
Billy didn’t think, he just swung. His left fist connected with the side of Toby’s head and Toby stumbled back and fell into an unoccupied overstuffed chair in the hallway. “Fuck off, you cunt,” Billy growled.
Others had caught sight of this and were now populating the open doorways that led to the corridor you three were standing in. You looked around apologetically while tugging at Billy’s sleeve. Your eyes came across your hostess. “Gillian, I’m so sorry. I expect we’re just a bit knackered. We’ll call it a night, okay?”
All your friends smiled understandingly at you and wished you both a good night, turning back to their previous conversations. Billy put his coat and hat on silently near the front door when Gillian whispered a quiet word to you: “Hang on to that one, love. No man in this building has had the guts to smack the shit out of Toby the way he deserves. Good on him for doing what they couldn’t.” She winked at you and walked back to her guests.
You were quietly proud of Billy all over again as you made your way home. Gill’s home and yours were only about a mile apart and it seemed silly to hop a bus when the winter night in London was mild and you were with Billy, defender of your honor.
Billy, on the other hand, was eating himself up with guilt over his behavior. Dr. Hammond would definitely not think that this was a successful social interaction. Billy’s hand went to his nose again and he idly added up when it would be safe to take his meds again; he felt as if the chemicals that kept his brain untangled were wearing off.
He kept up a walking pace with you and tried to meet your eyes, but he was fearful of reaching out to take your hand and didn’t want to say anything to you lest you turn on him in anger and leave him on the spot, alone and lonely again in the middle of London. In the dark. In the cold. On his own. Again.
So he hugged himself and waited for you to say that he was never to see you again. But as the streets passed and you didn’t say anything, he wondered when it was going to happen. Or should he just throw himself in front of a night bus?
Or should he argue his side? After all, the man had his hands all over you! What was he expected to do when you introduced him as your boyfriend to everyone there? Was he just supposed to watch you laughing and joking with him and having him hug you and snuggle up to you when he’s supposed to be your one and only? Or is that what you wanted? Did you want Toby and not him? Was he the man you were waiting for? Did you bring him to the party to show off in front of Toby just to make him jealous? What did you want? What did he need to do? How could he fix this so you liked him again?
You turned away and toward the door of your building. You were home already. The mile walk had disappeared.
Billy shuffled his feet and didn’t meet your eyes as you held the door open. “Coming in?”
Billy shook his head and viciously wiped his nose against his wrist.
“Billy?” you said, your voice was so soft he looked up. His eyes were brimming with unfallen tears. “I’m not angry, you know,” you said.
He blinked at this and two fat tears streamed down his cheeks and into his beard. He didn’t bother to wipe them. “You’re not?” he managed.
You let the door close behind you as you made your way to him. “No, my love,” you said. You raised a hand to his face and wiped a tear away with your thumb. “If anything, I’m glad. It’s about time someone took a poke at Toby for all his machismo. I’m glad it was you.” You smiled at him.
Disbelief painted his face. “You are?”
You had to laugh. “Of course! He was a bastard to me when we dated years ago at uni. Cheated with this one and that. Always put me in second - and sometimes third - place. He deserved what he got.”
“And all your friends?”
“Gillian whispered to me just before we left that she was happy you did it,” you said. “I’m pretty sure that at least three other women at that party and two of the guys were happy too. You acted perfectly - if only slightly criminally.”
“So…,” started Billy, only beginning to wrap his head around the whole situation, “You’re happy? With me? With what I did?”
“Yes,” you said, “and as a matter of fact, I’d like to give you a small reward for defending my honor, my “Knight” in shining armor.”
Billy smiled at this. “Like what?”
“Come with me, good sir knight.”
You led him up the two flights of stairs to the flat you shared with two other girls. They were flight attendants and were hardly ever home. But they paid their rent on time and you all got along when they were home, so the situation was ideal for you all. This was the week that they weren’t around - one scoring the famous NY-LON flight and the other was off on a three week placement out of Sydney, Australia. You had the whole place to yourself for the next week.
Your room was at the back with two windows and a queen sized bed that almost didn’t make it in the lift when you first moved in. Of course, you paid more in rent for the biggest of the three bedrooms, but it was totally worth it.
You led Billy in and turned on the light at one of the two bedside tables. It cast a soft glow on you both as you took Billy’s coat from him followed by his jumper and shirt beneath.
You were on him with a passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. Billy’s head reeled with the sensation of you dipping your tongue in his mouth. He didn’t know where to put his hands, so let them rest on your hips gingerly as if you were made of spun glass. His cock shifted in his pants and he felt himself blush.
You broke the kiss with a wet smack and, a bit breathless, whispered, “If you want me to stop any of this at any point, we use the same word, okay? Do you remember it?”
“‘Cardinal’,” he said.
“Good boy,” you said, arching a salacious eyebrow at him. He smiled back at you, amazed that you were in his arms and that he was in your bedroom. His cock couldn’t believe his luck either and made another twitching lurch.
Your right hand glided down to his left hand and held it up, inspecting the knuckles. They were a bit red, but the skin wasn’t broken. “Does it hurt?” you asked. He shook his head wordlessly, eyes big as you kissed the ridge of each of his fingers and then the knuckles themselves. You looked up at him: “My hero.”
Hero? He was your hero? Really? Billy’s heart swelled in his chest and he knew he was smiling stupidly at you, but he couldn’t help it. You were kissing him again then and his hands fell respectfully back to your hips. Your hands, however, were ranging all over his exposed skin: shoulders, arms, the back of his neck and along his hairline, smoothing into his chest hair, until finally trailing fingertips downward to his belt. Alarm ran through Billy as he felt his cock twitch again and grow hard.
The chinking of the metal belt clasp joined the sound of you kissing him and you moaned with want. He leaned his pelvis away from you, his breath stuttering and his hands stopping your movements.
“What’s the word, Billy? Do you want to say the word? The one that stops everything?” you asked.
He stared into your face for a moment, frozen. Did he want this to stop? Was he brave enough to continue? He needed more information. “What are you… planning?” he asked. “What do you want me to do… to you?”
You smiled softly. “I’m planning on pleasuring you. I’m planning that you’re going to come. That you’re going to have a brilliant orgasm and sleep soundlessly in my bed until morning. And I’m planning to make you breakfast in bed.
“And,” you continued, “I’m wanting you to do anything you want to me. Just ask first, okay?”
Billy nodded.
“So are we stopping? Are you using your word?” you asked.
Billy shook his head.
“Then let’s start again, only slower. Does that sound all right?” Billy nodded. “What do you want me to do to you?”
You watched him as he swallowed hard and his ears got pink. Jesus God, he was adorable. You were used to men just manhandling their way into your bed, seeking out their own pleasure with your body, never worrying that you might not be totally enjoying yourself. This was new territory for both of you, it seemed.
“Can we just kiss for a bit?” he said. He seemed almost painfully ashamed to ask.
You smiled. How could you not? He was the gentlest man you had ever been with. Your hand went to his face and you kissed him softly, almost reverently, quietly thanking a God you almost didn’t believe in for sending you this amazing man. As the kiss broke, your faces were inches apart and you took the time to really look at each other.
He was fascinated by your face. Your eyes especially. The shape of your nose. The curve of your ear. Even your eyebrows were perfect and he smoothed one with the tip of his first finger, tracing it down and over to your ear and watching with breathless amazement as you pressed your face into the palm of his hand and closed your eyes. “Love me, Billy,” you whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered back and kissed you on his own this time, one hand to your face, the other wrapping around to the small of your back, both of you moaning into the sensation.
You tried to move closer to him, but he kept his pelvis away from you. Your hands found his ass and pulled him gently toward you, encouraging him to not be ashamed or embarrassed. When his hard cock came into contact with you, he whined and broke the kiss, gasping for breath.
“Was that not all right?” you asked, fearful that you had spooked him.
“That- that was- um,” his hand went to his nose again. You took it away from his face gently with both of your hands and kissed his wrist. Then you took his face in one of your hands and kissed his nose.
“I’m sorry if I went too far,” you said. “But Billy, I know you must be hard. I can see that you are.” You both looked down at his trousers where a very obvious tenting was taking place. You met his eyes again. “I’m not scared if you’re not scared.”
If Billy was honest, he wasn’t scared so much as he was terrified. He wanted to do well with you. He wanted to please you so badly his skin itched with it.
“Why don’t we get your first orgasm out of the way and… that might help?” you suggested. “You know, help with your nerves? What do you think?”
“Oh… okay,” he said, a bit confused.
You stripped off your top and bra and dropped to your knees on the soft shag area rug and made quick work of his button and flies. Billy hardly had any time to react when you placed your mouth along his clothed length and exhaled warm air against his member. The wanton groan that exited his mouth was everything you ever wanted to hear. “You just use your word if you need to, my sweet boy. And remember: I want to give you this. You deserve a blowjob for all you’ve done tonight.”
Your fingertips caressed his length as you spoke to him. He gasped when you lowered his pants and his cock sprang free. He was gorgeous. A light brown thatch of hair from his belly button to his shaft called for your fingertips to card through it. You kissed and sucked at the line between abdomen and thigh, teasing sighs and gasps from him. Praise fell from your lips as you scattered kisses along his lower belly and upper thighs: “Such a good man to me, Billy. So kind and gentle. Always so good. You want me to suck you off, don’t you, darling? You’ve wanted me for a long time now. Whole weeks! And now you have me. And this is all for you. For being my brave knight in shining armor.”
You lifted his cock out of the way with one hand and dipped your head to take his balls in your mouth, one and then the other, sucking softly as you did. You placed the surface of your lips against his scrotum and hummmmmmmed against his skin in the lowest tone you could manage. Billy groaned and threw his head back. His cock leaked with precum instantly, the tip swollen practically cherry red. You pulled his foreskin back even more and held your tongue out to catch the drip, locking eyes with Billy as you did so.
Helpless. That was the only word for the expression on Billy’s face in that moment as the precum hit your tongue and you licked up against it, trying to catch it all. Salty musk met your senses and you grunted. “Want to take you in my mouth, Billy. May I? Can I do that to you?” Billy nodded. “No no, love. Use words. Tell me you want this.”
“I want… you to… please. Please. I can’t say… exactly. I can’t. But please. Yes. Please.”
“Good boy,” you said, “That’s my good boy. Here we go. You let me know when you’re close, okay?”
“‘Kay.”
Slowly, you took him in your mouth, the hot heaviness of his erection against your tongue, the scent of him deep and thick. You had to use one hand against him because he was just too thick and long for you to deep throat until you found your stride. You hadn’t done this for a while, but it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. Some things remained the same like the sensitive frenulum under the head of his cock. You pulled off of him just long enough to press your lips there and hummmmmmm again, low and long and Billy’s head reeled at the sensation.
He watched as your mouth swallowed his length again and he could hardly believe he was standing there with his pants around his ankles and your mouth on his cock. Beautiful you, with your smile and laughing eyes. Lovely you, who was always tender toward him. Loyal you, who wasn’t angry with him for hitting your old friend - who wasn’t quite a friend after all.
Unbelievably, you were sucking his cock and enjoying it.
He placed a hand in your hair, not pushing precisely, but just holding you there and you raised your free hand to it, rubbing small encouraging circles into the back of his hand.
You pulled off him with a wet pop and stroked him. “Happy, baby?” you asked.
“God yes,” he replied, that same look of amazement on his face.
“You want more?” you asked, knowing full well what his answer was going to be. You just needed to hear him say it.
“Yes, p-please. More, love,” he said, desperation dripping from him.
You went back to work, your tongue circling his tip before swallowing him down once more with a moan. He tasted so good. Thick and long and right against your tongue, you could suck his cock into oblivion. His hand pressed against your head a bit more urgently, so you followed his lead, increasing your pace and taking just that bit much more into your mouth as you could.
Saliva coated your hand and dripped from your mouth onto your chest, but you didn't care. It was worth it all to hear Billy moaning above you. His breath stuttering in his chest was all you ever needed. He was surprisingly vocal too, his muttered words of praise finding your grateful ears.
“Fucking suck me so good, love. You are so goddamned beautiful. Don’t deserve you. So fucking good to me. Your mouth… God your mouth… I just… Ah!”
Here he stopped talking and the hand that was on the back of your head found your jaw and pulled you gently off of him. “Can’t let you… Can’t. I- I’m sorry.”
“You can’t let me what, Billy?” you said, a little hurt that he wouldn’t let you get him off. “I was all right.” You stroked his cock to keep him hard as you spoke, but Billy even put a stop to that by pushing your hand away.
“No, no,” he shook his head violently. “Can’t come in your mouth. Need to come in you… Just - in you.”
“Oh.”
“Please?” his eyes held such longing. He gripped his hard cock at the base and you could see he was edging himself down away from his own orgasm. “Please let me?”
You knew better. You really did. But you were on birth control and you knew he was clear because you both traded that information ages ago. And, more importantly, you wanted him. You wanted him right then and there, naked and gripping his own erection begging you to let him fuck you.
Lord preserve us, you were really going to do this.
“Come here,” you said. “And take off the rest of your clothes.” You did the same, stripping yourself of all layers until you stood naked before him. You held out your arms and he filled them instantly.
The kiss you shared tasted of both of you plus the traces of the taste of his cock still present in your mouth. Your hands found his ass and squeezed, his hard cock pressing into you causing him to groan.
“Sweet girl,” he whispered. “Want you so bad.”
“Come to bed then,” you said. You were so damn wet in that moment, it wasn’t funny. Just looking at the way he looked at you, all amazement and reverence, it was too much to take in. His eyes held the universe and all you could see in them was your own reflection. It left you breathless.
He came into your bed after you crawled in beneath the duvet first. His warm body buffeted yours and his kiss heated you up from within, the curl of desire dwelling low in your belly and building slowly with every lick of his tongue. You rolled together, him on top of you, your legs wrapping around his hips, his thick hardness between your legs, tip tickling your ass right near your entrance.
Billy shuddered with the sensation of being so close yet so far away. “C-can I? Please, sweet girl? Please, pretty? May I?” He reached down and positioned himself at your entrance.
“Oh,” you moaned. “Clit first please. Right here.” You guided his hand so that his cock was lying between your folds.
He rutted against you with a snap of his hips and you both cried out. Billy’s forehead was buried in the crook of your neck as he satisfied his need for contact along your wet valley, the veiny ridges of his shaft dancing along your clit and building you to your climax.
His head lifted as you came, cries pouring from your mouth, cries that he put there, emotions that he caused, all of that for him. He could barely believe it. He almost came from watching you.
Gently he brushed the hair from your forehead. “Are you all right?” he asked softly. He stilled when you did, but you could still tell that he was achingly hard. He would need his release soon. Fortunately, you still wanted more.
You kissed him fiercely, sucking on his lower lip before releasing him. “On your back, boy,” you commanded in a low growl. His brown eyes went wide and he obeyed immediately, taking you with him.
You sat up and dangled your breasts over his mouth. “Suck on them, you beautiful man. Sweet boy.” He took you in his mouth and suckled gently, eyes closed, lost in the moment. You braced one hand on the headboard, your other hand carded through his hair and caressed his face. He looked so content.
Billy still couldn’t believe what was happening. The whole situation seemed like a fever dream. The day he met you, he had gone home on cloud nine. That night he had dreamed of holding your hand and maybe even kissing you, but this? This was more than he ever dared hope. His hands smoothed up and down and up again over your back as he sucked on your nipple, eventually one wrapping around the opposite breast and the other snaking between your legs to rub your clit once more. He wasn’t entirely certain of the exact anatomy, but he knew when he found it based on your gasp. There he circled his fingertips and knuckles against the nubbin and watched you through the slits of his eyes as you craned your neck back and then forward again, your hips undulated against him again. You were pornography come to life. And he was doing this to you. Just him, no one else.
It was a miracle. You were a miracle.
He switched to the other breast now, nuzzling underneath it, experimenting with nipping, licking, and sucking at the tender skin, listening to your delighted giggle, eventually swallowing your nipple once more, flicking it with his tongue and eliciting the most delicious moans from you as a result. His hands had traded places too and the wonderful friction he was providing for you was intoxicating. He was running on pure instinct and you were too, your hips lost to a primal rhythm against his hand. You could feel things starting to build again and you urged Billy to keep on doing exactly what he was doing.
“Gonna come again, Billy,” you panted. “Just…Fuck! Keep going, baby. Almost….God! Shit!” You cried out again, your climax washing over you as you rode his hand. Come dripped from you and over his hand; you knew you were a mess down there, but you didn’t care. As you sat up against his cock, he hissed with the contact and subconsciously raised his hand to his mouth. There he tasted you for the first time and his dark eyes blew wide.
Billy sucked on his knuckle and closed his eyes, relishing your flavor. When he finally slowly opened his eyes, you pulled his fist away and kissed him, sealing the taste of yourself - above and below - in his mind forever.
Slowly, achingly, you lowered yourself against his cock, never breaking your kiss. His hand went down to guide himself along and inside you. You were so slick and wet, his cock tip slipped inside you with a smooth squeezing thump that was felt rather than heard. It felt so good you wanted to cry.
Relaxing against the pressure, you allowed your body to accommodate his girth slowly, a sweet burn giving way to a sense of fullness that left you wanting more, to run deeper inside of you. As you slowly fell against every inch of him, he watched in fascination as he disappeared inside of you, resisting the overwhelming urge to pump his hips up into you, bracing against the moment when you would allow it by planting his feet on the mattress, knees bent.
When you bottomed out, you both stilled, your breath filling the room. You felt so right, smiling down at Billy, his adoring eyes on you, his hands on your breasts, slowly kneading the tissue, warm and comforting and…right. This is how it should be and you could stand a lifetime more of this.
“Welcome home, love,” you cooed. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“You’re a miracle,” he said. “My miracle.”
Your heart melted. Tears welled up in your eyes and your hands found his. As you bent to kiss him, he slipped partly out of you and you rocked back against him, trailing your mouth against his, capturing his lip or his tongue here and there as you ground against him, feeling the pressure of him inside of you. Changing the angle, you sat up again and rolled your hips, your whole body undulating, slipping against his length and just hitting that sweet spongy spot inside you that made you gasp and crave more and more and more…
Billy watched you move, his hands slipping to your hips, his legs lifting against you, pressing up into you in the rhythm you set. It was sweet, slow, and sensual, the way love making was supposed to be in movies and books. You were truly unbelievable and he was really here, really seeing, hearing, and touching you. He was the cause of all the sweat on your body, that fine sheen that caused your skin to glow in the low lamplight. He was the cause of your low moans, your two previous orgasms - not to mention the third one that was building in you now. Riding his cock, fulfilling his dreams.
His own climax was building now, not that it hadn’t been over and over again. The image of you on your knees in front of him was seared into his eyelids forever. The sensation of your hot mouth on the tip of his cock was a memory to savor for a lifetime. You coming all over his hands and the heady salty taste of you would linger on his tongue until the day he died. But this? The wanton image of you riding his cock, head knocked back, hands gripping his knees behind you, abandoned to the sensation coursing through you… this was magic. This he would want to re-create over and over again, trying to replicate it, improve on it, and ultimately replace this memory with others, multiplying and multiplying over and over until the end of time.
He imagined busting his nut inside you, spraying your walls down with his spunk, fucking you like he was trying to breed you - and that’s when he felt his balls tighten. Chasing the sensation, he confessed: “Want to cover you in my come. Want to fuck you into oblivion. Want to mate with you and fill you with my babies. Shit!”
Your eyes flew wide at this. “You want to fuck me like a stud stallion, my brilliant boy? Like I’m a brood mare? Take me from behind? You want to rail into me, huh?”
An absolutely feral look came across Billy’s face at this. “You’d let me?”
“I’d beg you to,” you smiled, slipping off of him and turning around. He was on his knees behind you in seconds, pushing himself back into you, one hand on your hip, the other on your shoulder.
He leaned in close when you moaned and arched against him. He whispered, “I’m going to fuck you right through this mattress, beautiful girl.”
You turned toward him and nipped at his lips, one hand passing behind his head into his hair. “Yes please, sir knight. Please take me and breed me and spend yourself inside me.” He turned his head so his ear was at your mouth. “Need it, Billy. Need you,” you whined. “Make me yours.”
Billy didn’t need more encouragement than that. He settled back and started slowly, carefully, but soon gave in to his baser desires urged on by your lascivious whining, keening, and moaning. He fucked you hard, slamming against your cervix and, after a small positioning change of angle, that delicious sweet spot inside you. When he saw you reach for your clit, he brushed your hand aside. If you were going to come again, it was going be because of him. Only him.
You were his. His to fuck and to breed and he was lost to the thought of it all. His balls tightened again, all the edging he had been doing had been driving him mad, but now he got to just ride you into it. Slamming into you over and over and over had you oversensitive in moments. His small tight circles over your clit had you seeing stars. But his words left you helpless.
“Mine? You’re really all mine? Mine to fuck? And kiss? And love? You want this? All of this? Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want me.”
“Want you, Billy. All of you. Fuck me, love. Fuck me straight through this mattress. Need you, Billy. My hero. My knight. Please.”
His free hand was on your throat, pulling you upward ever so slightly, your back arching. his hips snapping up inside you. His breath was in your ear, stuttering and whining as he came hard inside you. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Over and over he told you what you were to him, each word stamped into you with the thrust of his hips. Your orgasm followed shortly afterward, burning from the insides where his cock was smacking your sweet center and you felt yourself come all over it, thickly flowing inside you and dribbling down your thighs.
You cried out and sobbed, coming down hard into the soft duvet, feeling his hands smooth down your sides and over your back as he sat up and drew himself out of you. You could hear him panting as he pulled you up at your waist and flipped you back to the head of the bed, resting your head on one of the pillows. He lay beside and behind you, spooning you from behind, his arms under your head, the other around your waist, hand on your belly.
He was terrified again. Scared about what he had said to you in the passion of the moment. He wondered if you wanted him to leave. He waited.
You leaned back into him, smiling. “That was amazing, Billy.” Turning your head, you reached back for him and he brought his face to yours. You kissed him lightly. “You are amazing.” You took his lips and felt his tongue tentative against yours as he lost himself in the kiss. Your hand found the back of his head, encouraging him deeper, moaning when he took the hint. “Make love to me again in the morning?” you asked.
Billy was breathless again. “Y-you don’t want me to go?” he asked.
Huffing a laugh, you had to ask: “Now why would I want to kick you out of this bed?”
“Dunno… I just thought… that now that we finished…”
You turned your whole body to face him. “Pay attention to what I’m about to tell you and realize that it is the unvarnished truth, okay?” Billy nodded, eyes wide. “Billy Knight, I adore you. And that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my life. I am not kicking you out. In fact, the only reason I would ever kick you out of bed would be to fuck you on the floor. Understand me?”
Billy’s smile grew slowly but soon bloomed into a full ear-to-ear grin. He giggled. “You really are mine? Even only after two month’s worth of dates?”
“Hey,” you retorted, “I know a good thing when I see it.” Lightly you kissed him on the nose. “Now get some sleep, pretty boy. I have breakfast to cook for you in the morning.”
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Hai! As someone trying to experiment with AACs, I can't find an optimal and conveniently organized word list, can you please share any tips for that?
Unfortunately I've had the same problem when trying to make my own AAC boards, as well as with running this blog. There are some general essentials though, I've made some of them and tagged them with #blackholemojis basics, if you want to look through those.
Other than that, I can really only share the types of words I put into my own AAC boards first. I haven't found a convenient and well organized word list anywhere :(
Under the cut though I'll put a lot more words you could include in your AAC, if you want to check that out! I'll update it as I think of more
Basic words
Yes, no, maybe, I don't know, something else, probably, stop, go, I consent, I don't consent
What, when, who, where, why, how
Good, bad, better, worse, best, worst, same, different, alright
Basic activities of daily living
Hygiene: bathe, clean teeth, style hair, wash face, etc
Dressing: get dressed, get undressed, clothing, tops, bottoms
Eating: eat, drink, swallow, chew, breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack
Bathroom: use the bathroom, pee, poop, wipe off, wash hands
Transferring/mobility: walk, stand up, sit down, lay down, transfer to mobility aid, transfer out of mobility aid
Instrumental activities of daily living
Communication: speak, text/message, computer, phone, email, video call, write, call
Transportation: picked up, dropped off, drive, ride, bike, walk, take the bus, take the train, carpool
Meal prep: cook, bake, heat up, prepare food, plan meals, clean up kitchen, put away food
Shopping/finances: shop, buy, sell, donate, pay, write a check, manage balance, wallet, bank account, make a deposit, budget, pay bills, pay insurance, pay mortgage
Housework: do laundry, do dishes, dust, vacuum, sweep, mop, clean, fold, organize, take out the garbage
Medication: take meds, refill meds, order meds refill
Short words
Hello, goodbye, please, thank you, you're welcome, sorry, I forgive you
Do, don't, done, did, will, won't, could, can, can't, should, shouldn't, is, isn't, was, wasn't, were, weren't, want, like, dislike,
Now, later, soon, earlier, today, tomorrow, yesterday
And, a, an, the, or, which, if, so, then, because
Leave, come, walk, run, give, take, throw, catch, move, stay, find, lose, say, mean, think, let, need, want, help, belong, start, finish
I/me/myself, mine, you/yours/yourself, this person, she/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs, it/its/itself
Essential activities
Eat, sleep, wake up, use the bathroom, drink
Major senses
See, touch, taste, smell, hear, sense, feel
Places
Home, work, school, house, apartment, trailer, park, grocery store, clothing store, daycare, college, religious center
Health
Sick/ill, fever, nauseous, stuffy nose, runny nose
Scratch, burn, cut, bruise, broken bone, concussion
Hospital, doctor's office, dentist's office
Any other specific conditions or symptoms you have, physically or mentally
Any mobility aids you use
Other descriptor groups
Colors, temperature, size, amount, directions/location, time, body parts, family/friend names, relations (grandma, neighbor), emotions, pets, objects/belongings, weather
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do you have adulting adult advice for us newly adulting adults
Ummm hmmm I'm not a great role model but there are some good things to keep in mind, generally, but they are probably not particularly profound, but more pragmatic informed by some of my less than enjoyable experiences. Life comes at you fast 😭
TW: mention of domestic abuse
- opinions are cheap and people hand them out liberally. They have no idea what it's like to live as you day to day, so take them with a grain of salt, including mine!
- Don't let people rush you. Be thoughtful about your decisions. In romance, purchases, everything
- Keep a folder or binder with all of your important documents, you never know when you will have to leave a place abruptly and you want to be able to grab the important stuff quickly.
- Keep a "go bag" if you can with some useful stuff, toothpaste, travel bottles of shampoo and hair styling stuff, a brush, deodorant, some cash, tampons or pads if you use them, an outfit, etc either in your car or someplace easy to grab if you need to escape an abusive person, fire, etc.
- take a night to develop a plan in case you need to leave a job or shelter in the future. I know this sounds a little paranoid, but seriously shit happens! At least have a general idea of what you would do and who you can trust. Check what local shelters, camp grounds, motels might be available to you and their requirements and or prices.
- Jot down in a notebook all of your relationships, who you can rely on, and their phone numbers or addresses in case you need help. It's also useful to jot down the shelters or camp grounds you researched. Put it in your go bag for if you lose your phone or someone steals or breaks it. Memorize at least one phone number of someone you can rely on if you can.
- Try to brush your teeth regularly and limit super acidic drinks, dental work is very expensive even with insurance 😭
- Keep your eyes on your own plate, people and their lives are complex. You have no idea what's going on behind closed doors so don't compare your life to other people's it's a waste of your limited energy
- If you can, make a friend or two at your job that you can use as a reference who is NOT your boss, in case you need to leave the job abruptly or get fired. You can also use references from hobbies or volunteer work.
- If you can, put even as little as $10 in a savings account every paycheck, it will add up, even $100 in savings is something for an emergency (a tire, a motel room, some food, a bus ticket, etc.) If you can put a little bit of money aside it can be the difference between losing your job for an absence because you had a flat tire and not, if that makes sense. If you have more sporadic income, just put some money away wherever you can, no matter how small. I put any money I get as a gift from family into savings because it wasn't money I was even expecting to have, so I don't miss it.
- if you have a car, watch some YouTube videos on basic care. Learn how to add fluids and when to change them, and how to change them if you feel comfortable with that. Keep a full sized spare tire not the donut most cars come with if you can. Get some jumper cables and you can buy a battery charger that will jump your car without another car that you can plug in to recharge.
-if you have family that asks you what you want for Christmas ask for pragmatic stuff not treats 😅 a battery charger, a battery block charger for your phone, a warm jacket, etc.
- Sometimes you have to leave jobs abruptly for a myriad of reasons and you have to buy a new uniform (nonslip shoes or whatever) so it's good to have $50 put away for that.
- I lived in my car for awhile when I was younger, (which is why I have so much car advice, lol) so in regards to that, try to find the cheapest gym membership you can with a locker room so you can take a shower. Bonus points if it has a locker where you can store stuff. You can also find public showers at the beach if you live near one that is safe (usually during the day and during the season where the beaches are busy with families). I had a friend who lived in a campground which had a shower he could use.
- Storage units have gotten expensive, but if you can afford one, they can be useful to have if you find yourself without shelter to store your electronics and easy to steal stuff. PO boxes are around 5-10$ a month in the US to receive mail if you need that.
- If you are without shelter, be VERY careful with who you share that information with. Predators look for vulnerable people and they are really good liars.
- If you have resources to and can, get a different doctor if yours isn't taking you seriously. I went to a doc before I was diagnosed with bipolar and PTSD that literally laughed at me when I told him about my hallucinations. Fortunately, I went to a student hospital and he got swapped out with a new one when his semester ended who actually diagnosed me properly, but bad doctors exist. If they are not addressing your concerns, it's ok to "fire" them.
- I don't care what he, she, or they says, if you can, keep your own bank account even if you also have a shared one with them. Keep some money in it in case you need to leave...even if it's only for a night to go to a motel room and cool off or for a bus ticket home. Also, even if the partner is not romantic but a parent. I've had friends thrown out because someone outed them to their parents with nothing. If you can't get a bank account for whatever reason, stash cash somewhere safe and don't tell anyone.
- If you break up with someone or get kicked out change all your passwords immediately. Even if you think they don't know them, you might be logged in on other devices.
I think those were the most useful things I learned when I was younger 🤔 sorry if it's too pragmatic but the most important thing to know as a young person is that it's easier than you think to become unhoused or jobless. I grew up in the era where when you were 18 you were on your own, so I kind of internalized that you need to plan for the worst because no one is coming to save you and if they do it's a nice surprise not guaranteed 😅
There's no shame in it, either. I've been laid off because corporate decided to just close the store a few days before Christmas with 0 notice. You don't have to obsess about this stuff, just take a night and try to develop a plan to give yourself some peace of mind in the case something bad happens.
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Dad was cheap
Like not funny ha ha cheap.. Like he was, but also wtf infuriating cheap
He would tithe to the church all he felt he should, I mean litterally every few months, they would post in a special bulletin who gave and how much total. Dick measuring to guilt others if I ever saw it. That's the only time I'd hope he had been cheap but no...
He was an LPN, almost RN but he decided not, back in the 70s was a different outlook of those peeps and roles in industry.
I saw his pay stubs after he died when cleaning out his shed.... Naturally that's where they go. I couldn't believe how little he made, so I get frugal, I get I got second hand clothes a huge percentage of time and those handed down to my brother, but he always provided.
Mom didn't work until we were out of the house. Raising two boys and I can tell stories... She SHOULD have been paid... She mentally survived though, I guess you do.
His cheapness didn't affect basic to intermediate auto repairs, my dad had everything done at a shop, I grew up craving to do it, oil/coolant /brake /transmission fluid changing, doing my own brakes, shocks, suspension, most top engine parts, diagnosing electrical and physical gremlins. I still do, not out of necessity but because I enjoy it.
Hurt when I told dad I would do his brakes, he never had me, I would just charge parts, I know where to buy them, just like oil, I can buy great quality brake parts for both axles and come in well under what a shop does mediocre for one axle in price, and they don't treat your car like it's theirs, the tactics in which one needs to remove parts at times with violence I am well versed, as well as taking the time to do it right and careful gets cut sometimes, but I respect it was his choice.
The most cheap thing he did and it pissed me off one time and I finally got him to understand was tipping. Ten dollar meal, 80 cents, 50 dollar meal a few dollars. Now I will say it's up to everyone to tip how they want, and I do agree tipping for things now in some respects are out of control, but I started out as a puppy in the service industry, and while I didn't need to earn tips, I ran the kitchen and interacted directly with those that did and my performance could fuck them from tips and so I made sure I cooked and plated like every meal made was mine.
We were up in Canada, stopped at some strip mall diner, ordered burgers, my dad thought his was not done quite enough, but otherwise everything was fine, we were trying to get to upstate NY to bury my grandmother, his mom and I get maybe he was under duress, but I was too, I was doing all the driving because I love to drive but still it's very long and need to focus too much, people are assholes when you take a nap for a bit driving for some reason, like jeez I get it🤣
I watched my dad get the bill, easiest was to pay with card, and not screw with the did different currencies.
I noticed be put a dash on the tip, just wrote the total on the bottom. Now if it's a place you get your food and no service after I get maybe adjusting.
We got multiple how are things? I had 3 Coca-Colas, he had mutiple cups of coffee, a napkin run.... So.... Was not like the server that ran his card and looked defeated as she watched him sign it deserved it.
We get out side, he's opening door, I stand at curb.
Me : dad wtf was that?
Dad :was what?
Me: why the fuck did you stiff the server
Dad: the burger wasn't that good
Me: so?
Dad: was expensive too
Me: no dad it wasn't, it's in their currency, it's same we pay
Dad: ok, well next time...
Me: next time what? Next time we go here? Have her as a server? Or eat again??
Dad: next time we eat
Me: well we are here now
Dad : we have a schedule
Me: the hell we do, so skip a rest stop if we have to, you know we are arriving over three days before she's buried, don't give me this schedule crap, we stop when we want, and don't push our trips
Dad: what do you want me to do
Me : go in there, tip her, tell her you're an ass or that you forgot, I don't care
Dad: next time
Me :did she do anything wrong with service
Dad :the burger was...
Me: no, not her sorry, go bitch to a manager or call the prime minister or something, that was the cook...
Dad : well my coffee mug had something on it
Me: ok.. Hey excuse me miss, can you flog the dishwasher or please get me another mug, somehow this one isn't clean...
Dad: ok! (opens up wallet) all I have is a 10 and hundreds, I will get change next stop....
Me: and drive back and tip her?
Dad : that's absurd
Me: (opening up my wallet) well I only have 20s, that's fine, but if you make me be the one to walk in and do it I am walking away
Dad : son you won't walk off
Me: yes, we both paid our own meals, I tipped her very well for mine, I am good walking to grandma's, not like if I don't make it she would know
Dad : you don't have the money...
Me : don't care I'll sell my body to science or give handjobs, but riding with you that can't understand the principle of the structure and your issues are mechanisms to justify not spending more than the tab, I have watched you for years, you get up from table and mom ends up digging money out of purse and laying tip at the table.
Dad : she doesn't...
Me :the fuck she don't, call her. She just laughs and says... That's your father... I'm not laughing
Dad : (walks into restaurant hands woman the 10 and she smiles)
*walking back to car*
Me: dad I know I was a dick, and I love you, but you irk me
Dad : I know, your mother got mad last week over same thing
Me: good
Dad: besides I need you to ride with me, no one wants your calloused hands giving hand jobs
*laughter *
He got better as he aged, helped I think to have kids move out of house, mom started working a bit after we moved out and food bill fell 🤣, he would ask me and mom what would be a good tip for the meal and service, for years he tried to wrap his mind around how I tipped, service not based on tab. Eat at a diner, server runs their ass off for you, 25 dollar tab, verses same effort from high end restaurant and they should get more? No... So I tip high compared to low tabs and normal for high, dad never understood how for a 12 dollar meal, I'd give 10 tip, not about the price to me.
As he aged he started to throw his money around more, but still had moments.
I remember the car accident, one I wrote about a while back, just out of Sudbury, Canada
Flipped the car, destroyed the vehicle, the car top carrier, the only time we brought our bikes to grandmas the were hanging off the back and trashed, mom had a concussion, Justin had a broken collar bone, so much lost and broken and he said... I just filled up the tank 20 miles back... Dang it should have waited.
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So I had my dad talking to me about cars today, telling me how I should basically avoid getting any cars except those made by Japanese companies because of how shitty other countries manufacture their cars (mileage and life span)
Do you have any thoughts on this? I don’t know much about cars and I thought of this blog while I was having this conversation so that’s why I send here
Do I have thoughts on this. Do I have thoughts on this. Babygirl (gender neutral) I have thoughts on aspects of cars you wouldn't even conceive of. I have thoughts on aspects of cars that aren't even real. Up the ante, folks! Ask me which cars are most bisexual!
That aside, for my opinion:
Italian food is good.
But of course, when I eat out in Italy, I don't go to any random place because "this country does this well", because I'm not ordering from a country, or a region, or a city, but from a specific joint - and some of them suck, some dropped or rose in quality, some are exceptionally good/bad with certain things, hell, some serve foreign food and then what's the adage matter now!
That's why Yelp doesn't have country reviews.
Much the same, Japanese cars are usually pretty reliable, but Nissan spent the last two decades making a case against that claim (especially with their CVT transmission, a known ticking time bomb they've done fuck all about for years) with the help of whatever's left of the shell of Mitsubishi, and Infiniti is just the luxury brand of Nissan so ditto for it... indeed, another point to make, some cars are just based on, or outright are, cars from other brands.
Infinitis are built by Nissan, and usually based on the equivalent Nissans. Except the QX30, which is just a Mercedes GLA - which probably was part of the same deal through which Mercedes got to sell the Nissan Navara as the X Class.
And there's a lot of cross-nationality brand partnerships like that, past and present, like the four-decade-long Mazda/Ford one, or the time Saturn had such a crappy engine they had to get Honda to give them a proper one. And by the way, the guy who posted that? He owns a different Saturn which took 360k miles of bare minimum care like a champ, because reliability can vary wildly within a lineup, and also a Volkswagen that's been a thorn in his side, which definitely wasn't the experience I had with mine, because mine is over twice as old, and a brand can completely change over time too! (You'd think they were run by people or something.)
In fact, reliability changing over time and models is the norm - not as drastically as, say, "older German cars were unstoppable tanks and now they're overly fit-prone electronics messes where everything is costly to buy and dastardly to replace" (which, however, is actually a notable trend), but usually in terms of "in this model, through these production years, this component was overly keen on failing" (as per my Accord post). Part of how Toyota (and by extension its luxury brand Lexus) rightfully earned its reputation of King Reliability is such cases in their production being especially few and far between, and none notable enough to become an automotive meme like Subaru head gasket failures (and no, the Camry dent doesn't count). So, say, Hondas may not be less reliable, just a bit less consistently so (but even there, Honda interiors tend to hold up much better than Toyotas', yadda yadda yay for nuance).
So if you are buying a used car (as you should) it's always important to research for potential common problems (for instance, pre-90s Toyota frames are to rust what the letter X is to Elon Musk) and thoroughly inspect the car, to check that nothing is broken and that it's been properly serviced.
That last part is very important, because reliability is not a tickbox, it's a spectrum, and a function of how a car was built and how it was maintained. Carelessness will kill any car sooner or later. Every car has fluids that will at some point need changing, wear items that will at some point need replacing, and the occasional part failure.
Even yours.
So even when it comes to your car, keep up with that stuff, or it will eventually catch up to you.
(And if regular services would tax your finances, look into how to perform them yourself - you'll find it's a lot easier than you thought, you'll give it a shot and it will be very rewarding and save you a lot of money!)
And also, if a hinge starts squeaking, if something starts sagging, if some trim breaks, if you get a dent or scratch, take care of those too. Not because they make your car work less or worth less, but because they foster an indifference that snowballs into neglect. Working on those little things will keep you feeling like your car is nice and your loving effort is going to keep it nice, dammit - in much the same way as it's important to take care of yourself and your environment for your mental health, to keep yourself feeling like you are making it and with your loving effort you are going to keep making it, dammit.
Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!
#i am genuinely so sorry for how long it took me to get to ya#i just spent ages perfecting this#writing and looking into a lot of things I ended up trimming and such#hope you like it!#japanese cars#maintenance#infiniti qx30#mercedes cla#nissan navara#mercedes x class#toyota#lexus
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Tessa and Rocco || Tom holland
Summary: Could you make a funny imagine where the reader has a dog that’s a boy and maybe they catch Tessa and that dog doing things?
Short but cute and funny
Me and Tom have been dating for 2 years onow, and today we decided to go out to the shopping centre. Tom lives in his own apartment with his dog Tessa and his brother Harry. Tessa is a Staffordshire Bull Terrier and is a amazing cute dog.
She's a sweetheart.
I also have a dog that's a staff Bull Terrier called Rocco. And he's not as much of a sweetheart as Tessa, he is cute and nice but the dog is a very horny dog. Tessa and Rocco love each other, there kinda like me and Tom. We both have lots of pictures of them laying together or kissing it's so cute!!!!
"We're gonna leave in 10 minutes"
"Tommy are you sure there gonna be okay?" I ask my boyfriend.
"Yes babe. Harry is here to watch them both" he looks at Tessa and Rocco.
"I know. But he looks as if he's gonna fall asleep" I whisper to him.
"I heard that! I am watching them. All they need is food, water and to be played with its not that hard y/n" Harry snapped.
"Okay fine. Harry look after my favourite boy properly" I pat Rocco on the head.
"Hey! I thought I was your favourite boy?!" Tom fake pouted, crossing his arms.
"I thought you was a man" I smirk and move his arms so I can hug him.
"He really isn't a man. He's a 22 year old who still looks like a little boy" Harry chuckles.
"Very funny Harry. Let's go shall we" Tom pecked my lips and I nod.
Before I pulled away, I felt something clinging to my leg, claws taring my skin. I look down to see Rocco humping my leg and trying to pull on my leg more.
"Ouch Rocco. No" I try push him off but he jumps back on my leg.
"Rocco. No! She's mine. I can only do that with her, not you" Tom pushes Rocco off me and places me on the counter behind him.
"Y/N you need to sort out your horny dog and your soon to be horny boyfriend, that is apparently my brother" Harry rolls his eyes.
"I can help your brother with that problem just not my dog" I smirk at Tom.
"Ewwww! Can you both just go already" Harry whines.
"yeah we're going. Bye Harry, Tessa and Rocco, have fun!" I smile.
Me and Tom went to the shopping centre, to get some new things. I brought some clothes and makeup, whereas Tom brought new pair of shoes and I made him get these matching pjs with me. After we finished shopping we got some food and then ran into the pet store.
"Awww I'm gonna buy this for Tessa!" I showed him this cute outfit.
"That would be so cute, but I don't think she would wear that for so long" He chuckles.
"We'll just for pictures then it's too cute!" I smile.
We brought them some treats and a new big bed for them to share, when they stay at Toms apartment together.
Finally we arrived at Toms apartment, he opens the door and I walk in, taking my shoes off.
"Harry? We brought some food for you" I call out for the boy.
No response.
"HARRY!" Tom shouts.
No response.
We then both walk into the front room to see Harry sleeping on the sofa.
"I told you he would fall asleep" I walk over to Harry and shake his body.
"No stop. Im tired" Harry groans.
"Where's Rocco and Tessa?" Tom asks his sleepy brother.
"I don't know they were laying on the sofa" Harry sits up.
"Tessa. Come here girl" I shout, both me and Tom run up the stairs.
"Rocco" Tom calls.
Then we heard panting coming from Toms bedroom, well basically mine as well. I open the door slowly and saw something I didn't think I would ever see.
Rocco and Tessa were having sex on the bed😂 (This sounded funnier in my head)
"Tessa! Rocco!" I open the door wide.
"Shit! No. Rocco off" Tom pulls Rocco off Tessa.
"Omg. I can't believe this. Tom you do know anytime that Rocco and Tessa were left alone or weren't in our sight they could be....Tessa could get pregnant with puppies! Awwww" I say kinda excited.
"Noo. My princess just lost her virginity" Tom hugs Tessa.
"She's a dog Tom" Harry laughs whilst walking into the room.
"This is your fault Harry! And on the bed ewww"
"You do it on this bed. I'm surprised it's not broken. Maybe I need to try it on your bed" Harry smirks.
"Rocco your so horny! First my girl and now my Tessa" Tom chuckles.
"Yes Rocco my boy! Getting some action in his life-"
"Unlike you" I laugh.
"Wow. Just wow." Harry walks out the room.
"They would have cute puppies though" Tom smiles sitting next to me.
"But we would have cuter babies" I smirk.
"We would. I love you"
"I love you too Tommy" We both kiss and then I rest my head on his shoulder.
Harry screams, "AHHH Y/N YOUR DOG IS TRYING TO HUMP ME! I KNOW I HAVEN'T HAD ACTION IN AGES BUT I DONT WANT TO LIKE THIS! NO ROCCO NO!" You and Tom start to laugh.
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#fluff#tessa#tom#thomas holland#tom holland fic#follow me#imagine#hollandaccount#Viral
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Welsknight Season 7, EP 3 and 4 a Rat's report
So I guess I am doing this, I am watching the entirety of Wels Hermitcraft Season 7 series and doing a actual written report on it.
First / Next
Deep Storage Warehouse | Hermitcraft 7 - Ep. 3
27:41 lenght, posted 29 may 2020, watched 30/01/2023 and 31/01/2023
He clicks record button and it starts raining. He complains that this is "Just his luck" and I agree, this sums his lucky very well. (Personal note: I had a brief flashback to Doc in season eight talking about the fact of how hard is to see rain in Hermitcraft, and I find it amusing that Wels is one of the culprits, as one of the local sleeping maniacs.)
He is tiding up his river "Basically you are trying to avoid the appearance that you just spammed bonemeal, even though you just spammed bonemeal everywhere" (Time stamp 3:50)
"So I don't think there is a rule against two timelapses in a single episode, lets do it!" Stares in House Flipper series at this 3 year old video.
Personal note: I was building a puzzle with friends while watching it and I zoned out a bit, when I zoned back he was so amused talking about his own building that it just put a big ol' smile in my face.
Fwhip mentioned! He built one of Fwhip's boat designs and gave credit, he started talking about Fwip and how he likes his videos and how he watches it! Idk it just made me soft seeing he talking about Fwhip, knowing that in like 2 years? The man would be steeping in Hermitcraft ground, its a shame Wels wasn't active and didn't got to interact with the Empire people.
"My knight time senses are tingling" *proceeds to spam clicks a bed
"My sleep sense are tingling again" *proceeds to spam clicks a bed (I guess this is his superpower now)
He needs to make a shop
-Wels: No one sell leather and I need a good source of food
-Me: Nodding in redstoner "Okay so he will make a hoogling farm, sounds fun"
-Wels: I need some cow
-Me: Excuseme what?
-Me: Stops and thinks for the exact amount of 3 seconds, oh yeah the nether was still bad.
He will vote for Joe as dog catcher! Good to know!
He bought the Hermit Heralds!!! The only thing I managed to read was "Unsanitary Scar"
Wels is talking about cow, stops mid phrase "Problem must sleep" Sir just admit you have a problem.
Wels is doing a cow pen (This is where I suffered from multiple organs failure) "Ha you are mine, forever forever, forced to live a life of breeding" SIR (pERSONAL notes: Yes I am one of the mods in correct Hermitcraft quotes, and yes I have posted worst things there (It was Keralis and xB), and NO, I will not post this in the blog, for the sake that my little rat hearth will NOT survive receiving this quote as a notification.)
FULL House Interior! | Hermitcraft 7 - Ep. 4
25:12 length, posted 5 june 2020, watched 01/02/24
This is a interior decor episode, this Brazilian redstoner Rat will do some comments about Wels decor, be prepared.
Decor talk: I love what he is doing with the ceiling, I could never though about that, I would have let it as it was and sulked.
"If I decided to put a basement in this house, this would be the ideal place to put it, and if not, this can be storage, closet, stairs, you know; Harry Potter could live in there or something" (Time stamp 7:30)
Decor talk: Ok that bedroom is gorgeous, the bed isn't functional, but at least he can sleep in the bench (that is actually a bed)
I will describe the next sequence of actions because it's funny
Goes to the shopping district to buy skulkers
Sees the free samples barrel
clicks on it
Zombies appears out of nowhere
It's a trap.
False for mayor trap!
She kills the mobs and walks away looking honestly cool
It actually worked! Wels retreat his concrete vote for Stress
He realizes that got distracted and goes and buys the shulkers
No free samples for Wels
The great entrance hall is attached to the wrong door, the main entrance door is connected to the kitchen "Planning 10/10" At least it's pretty?
Decor talk: He keeps making benches, he doesn't have a functional bed, but he has a lot of benches.
One of his goals for season 7 was to get better at doing interior!
Decor talk: He is doing great, all he builds is so good omg. For all that I joke about his house flipper, this man knows how to decorate and I really appreciate his buildings.
Beef tunes! He is buying a piano!
So I will cut a bit here, to say that Wels did a honestly moving speech about things that were happening at the time in the world, and I feel like are relevant to today 3 years latter.
I urge everyone to go watch it, because it's truly powerful and it was a good reminder of why he is one of my favorite youtubers.
Its starts roughly at 16:53 and ends at 20:06
I will now transcript part of it here, but I can't stress enough, go watch the whole thing, it got me really by surprise.
"However I will say this, I don't give a damn, and I use that word deliberately, because this is important enough to warrant it.
I don't give a damn about the color of your skin, who you love, your religious beliefs, what political party you belong to, or other description that people may use to categorize you, good people are always welcome in my community, and all it takes to be a good person in my book is to follow the golden rule of treat other as you wish to be treated."
The speech is way longer, and I got really really touched, I am still looking at it and reflecting.
Anyway back to normal now.
Some time and world observation:
In the Hermit Heralds it was written "Get gorgeous" I am curious how much it cost Stress to put this there
Shopping district remains a ugly mess
I did this at 2 am, good night.
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A Scooby Re-Write Inspired by Me and My Brother talking
After reblogging that, I got reminded of a discussion my brother and I had over Scooby-Doo. Basically we were talking about how Velma, while not the worst idea, is failing HARD at delivering anything. There's plenty of people on YouTube explaining WHY the show isn't doing well, so I won't bore you. Instead I'll talk about what me and my brother discussed.
First thought: Watch this Video. It's a good talk and honestly was the basis for our thoughts.
Most of this is mine with some thoughts of my brother.
First, I'd have them be college kids. Shaggy is the eldest at 21, and Velma is the baby at 18. Note as well: this follows my Canadian understanding of college and university.
Shaggy is a rich kid whose parents shoved him into all sorts of programs, and he killed it in theater club and culinary classes. Scooby is his dog he rescued at fourteen from an abusive relative. His parents actually helped to. His parents weren't neglectful, and fully support his dreams. They just really wanted him to find a hobby that wasn't eating. They're rich but also kinda hippies who own their own farm where they get fresh food, have chickens and also humanely butcher their animals. Shaggy is only vegetarian when he doesn't have access to meat he knows is ethically sourced. He believes in protecting the planet and might, a few times after catching eco-villains, buy the land they we were worried about to protect. He also is personally rich after creating a snack he calls 'Scooby Snacks' that are healthy and delicious.
Daphne is also a rich kid who knows Shaggy in the 'our parents do business together so we sat at dinners with each other'. Her parents also shoved her into programs a lot, but her interest ended up being fashion and judo. Like Shaggy, her parents aren't neglectful. They're just very busy and wanted her in programs to limit her alone time. Daphne and Shaggy are kind of friend. They get along, and when they see each other in class sit next to each other. But Daphne isn't that interest in spending time with him outside of class, mostly because she's busy with her designs and judo classes. And her boyfriend, Fred.
Fred isn't a rich kid. I like how his dad was mayor in Mystery Incorporated, and I like his trap obsession, so I want to keep that. His mom is a former socialite who became a social worker and is always busy like his dad. He ended up hanging out with his uncle, who is a stunts and props expert for movies. Traps came from this, and so Fred developed an obsession with it. Fred is a good kid, and he owns the mystery van that he painted like it is on a dare. He liked it though! He and Daphne went to the same school cause his mom used some of her money to pay for a private school.
Velma is a genius kid who graduated at age 15. She's in her third year, and striving to go into criminology. Her parents are the type who PUSH and PUSH to have her work harder and harder on school. They imagine her as a famous doctor who will make millions and have them in a life of luxury. She in turn has been working towards her criminology degree and when she turned 18, moved out and now lives in the dorms, where she is Daphne's roommate.
Daphne and Velma ended up close when Velma's parents tried to force their way into the dorm. Daphne prevented this, and they became very good friends. Daphne is in fashion studies, but takes a couple of justice courses for fun. Mostly due to Fred who has an interest thanks to learning his mother was disowned for blowing the whistle on her cousin's criminal life. Fred wants to go into movie making but takes the other stuff for fun.
Shaggy is kind of the odd man out, here. But it doesn't last. One summer, a really good university for future criminology students offers a scholarship for someone who can have a video where the student talks about famous crimes. Bonus if you actually go to these places.
Velma really wants this, but isn't sure if she can afford it. Daphne suggests going with her, and Fred can work the camera/drive. But they honestly don't have enough money. Daphne's parents firmly believe in their daughter making her own way. They pay for school, send her 500 every two weeks for food/gas, but do NOT pay for extra stuff. This, while nice, isn't something they would pay for.
Shaggy comes in. He's bored and overhears them as he's at Daphne's dorm for a group project they have in their costuming class as he's taking theater and culinary classes out of mostly boredom. He offers to pay cause 'I don't have anything to do over the summer and my extended family will be around cause of *reasons* and I hate them'.
So they all go off for Velma! And then of course, they start to find various supernatural crimes going on. Velma is secretly a ghost junkie, so is Fred. They have time, and go off to see it. And that is how them busting crimes start.
They go through about ten crimes, and there is some joking about how 'what the fuck, why is there so many people doing this shit' before they meet a REAL witch who has been terrifying people away from an area due to another witch trying to murder people. They team up to stop the evil witch, and in thanks, the witch casts a spell to give each of them a true desire.
Fred gets a book about ALL traps in the world that is self updating. Daphne gets a suitcase that has the perfect outfit for any occasion. Velma gets a book all about the supernatural that also updates or tells them things they need to know. Shaggy? Shaggy truly wants his dog to live as long as he does. And Scooby? He wants to talk.
After this, they keep going and end up finding real supernatrual mixed in with regular. Daphne begins posting it online, the police know of them...
And at the end of the summer, Velma gets her scholarship. But also is allowed to do her classes online thanks to a wish granted by a grateful genie. They keep going, all over the world, happy as can be.
Notes:
-Velma is a lesbian and ends up with a new love interest every few episodes who keeps being the villain. She's teased for having crushes on felons.
-Scooby turns out to be a fae dog who stays with them.
-Shaggy I feel has a long distance girlfriend who ends up appearing once in a while and is brought up each episode so she is a major character but not around cause she is busy like... discovering the cure for cancer.
-Fred and Daphne get married in Vegas.
-While mostly episodic, there is a few long arching plots (IE: The scholarship and then later probably something like an apocolypse)
-Shaggy and Scooby are both still cowards but Shaggy will also punch a ghost for his friends and Scooby will run back to save them.
-Shaggy ends up getting magic.
-One gets bitten by a werewolf that that's a sub plot for like ten episodes or a season looking for a cure. Either they get cured or stay like it cause why not.
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Are your pairings still open? Feel free to ignore this if they aren't
Pronouns:
She/her
Appearance:
5ft tall (short as hell) and chubby.
I'm very Pale with freckles and green eyes. I have dyed black hair cut into a shag with bangs.
I'm very insecure about my body and kinda hate the way I look. I may have a slight eating disorder but Im usually fine. Currently trying to lose weight healthily.
I dress kinda alternative in blacks and am always wearing a bunch of jewelry. (Mostly ones I make). I am also always wearing boots (Often platform boots).
I wear tight pants both beacause they look good and I have sensory issues. I can't stand loose ones and mostly wear yoga pants.
Other:
I love to sew, crochet, make jewelry, draw etc... Basically anything where I get to create something. I love seeing an idea come to life. I'm constantly making things and I like to fidget with anything I get my hands on (meaning I have a habit of breaking stuff) (oops).
I constantly crave affection (but will never admit to that) I really love cuddling, and am definitely touch starved but anyone who knows that has figured it out themselves. Because for some reason my brain thinks I don't deserve any of it.
I am way too nice to everyone, even at my own expense and tend to Bury my emotions when I am in pain. I have Depression and some anxiety and tend to worry about if anyone I know actually likes me while simultaneously thinking that I don't deserve anyone to love me.
I am shy and awkward as heck. But I will talk your ear off if you get to know me.
I love all animals and have a particular fondness for the odd ones. Reptiles and fish are awesome but I love everything including worms that I will rescue from the sidewalk.
I own some fish and shrimp that I love. My plecos and my gecko are like my babies. Especially my boy Groot. He's an albino bristnose pleco and is very ugly, but I love him so much. My entire phone is photos of him and my leopard gecko Leo. (Resisting the urge to attach one) (nevermind) (I'm attaching photos of him, Leo, and my other pleco- Carlos)
I know a lot of random facts about animals and can rant for hours about my interests. Very passionate about animals and their care. Love all mine even if I might play favorites.
I'm also not super Great at reading social situations. Expecially flirting. I am so oblivious and unless someone is incredibly direct I won't notice it or think it's a joke.
I will gift people I like things I make. I make a lot of plushies in particular that I create. I love to see people happy
Johnny "Soap" Mactavish (a/n: ur lil pets are absolutely adorable!! i literally cannot get over how cute they are, thank you so much for including pictures of them)
How you met: The first time you and Johnny met was definitely a story that entertained all your friends. It all started when you were at the pet store buying crickets and mealworms for your geckos. As you inspected the container of dried insects, someone came up next to you. You first noticed his basket was full of a 5lb bag of dog food that he effortlessly held in one hand. The next was his smile that lit up is face as he looked at you. "I think a restaurant would be a better place to find food don't you think," he asked you and you were a little confused. "But these aren't for me, they're for my geckos," you corrected and his smile faltered a bit. "I uh was just saying maybe I could take you to a nice restaurant some time," he sheepishly said and rubbed the back of his neck as his face grew pink. You had a habit of being terrible at reading social situations and were blushing profusely. "OH, I'm sorry I'm really bad at telling when people are flirting with me," you corrected. "Don't worry, I'm Johnny by the way," he said as he shook your hand, "how about I give you my number and you can call me when you're free? It looks like you have a little army to feed." He wasn't wrong, you were rushing home to feed your babies and this was just meant to be a pit stop. He read out his number as you typed in his number on your phone. "And don't worry if you don't want to, I won't take it to heart," he joked and went to go pay for his things. You stared at your phone for a while as you looked at his contact name "Johnny AKA pick-up line guy."
A peek into your relationship: "Open it," you said excitingly as you pushed the box into Johnny's hands. You had been working on a gift for him for ages and were happy to finish it just as winter was approaching. You had tried your best to keep it a secret and delayed the project as Johnny would always find a way next to you. "Alright, alright, chill little lass," he said as he pulled apart the layers of gift wrap and the lid to a box. You watched intently as he grabbed the two items which sat on a pillow of tissue paper. "You've really outdone yourself, bonnie," he said as he pulled out a crochet hat and scarf. "Heard you can get cold when patrolling and I thought it would keep you warm," you smiled as he inspected the stitches. He eventually saw that you had sewn a little patch with a dog that looked similar to his. "Yer attention to detail is something else," he said as he tried on the set for you. You quickly grabbed your phone as you snapped a picture of him. "That one's a keeper," you said as you laid your head in his lap. He took this time to pepper your face with kisses as you laughed at his stubble brushing your face.
Months later when he was on deployment, you got a message from Ghost that showed the scenery of a snowy cliff and in the center of photo was Johnny bundled up with his scarf and hat.
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Maxiel week, day 7/7
Daniel didn't expect to actually live full time in Monaco, he didn't expect to be pulling out Red Bull team merch of a box, ready for team commitments, he didn't expect to be moving into the same building as Max. A different building from last time but still, the same concept of being a few floors up, shouting distance from each other's balconies. It seemed fruitless because Daniel would basically be living in Max’s flat. Having a physical home wasn’t familiar to him, so he just chose the place closest to Max.
He pulled another box of clothes onto his bed to unpack and was amused by the number of shirts that were Max’s, their basic wardrobes starting to merge together with neither of them minding. Daniel loved it. Like he was starting to own a little more of Max’s heart. He wasn’t sorry for being possessive.
It was already January, and Daniel had spent almost a month with his parents in Perth without Max, face-timing him from the sim in the UK or after engineering meetings. Every time another Red Bull employee had noted that they had something important for Daniel to help with, something that would make the car better or that they needed his experience for. He was excited to start. He was excited to feel useful and wanted. Like his skills were needed.
Max was due to fly back into Monaco any minute now and Daniel had promised that he was going to look after him. To play the WAG for the next two weeks before his contract with Red Bull started. He threw his headphones on and started his productivity playlist, building up a sweat unpacking the last of his clothes and making the bed. He tried not to cringe at his own merch filling up two drawers and didn’t panic at the idea that nobody would buy them anymore. He had gone a bit quiet on social media, but people still seemed to be drawn to the content they were being given. He was going to be fine.
Daniel’s phone vibrated on the bedside table.
Maxy: Hey, just landed. Need anything on my way over?
Daniel: Nope come straight to number 78, I’ll order dinner now.
Daniel put his phone down but immediately picked it up again.
Daniel: I can’t wait to see you.
Daniel walked over to his open laptop and found the website of their favourite bistro, filling his basket with everything he had missed in his month away from Europe and clicking order.
The order beat Max to the flat by a few minutes and Daniel took his time scooping the food onto plates, lighting a candle and laying the table properly.
Daniel wasn’t proud of the way he sped to the front door when Max knocked. Max was still in his Red Bull gear and a small suitcase in hand. Daniel dragged him into the room and kissed him.
“Did you miss me?” Max asked, sliding his arms around Daniel’s waist and holding him tight.
Daniel nodded into Max’s neck.
“Why is your living room bigger than mine?” Max asked, pulling away and strolling around the room. “Oh, Daniel, dinner looks amazing.”
Daniel grinned. “I’m here to make you happy, Maxy.”
“You do make me happy,” Max responded, turning to face Daniel so he understood the weight of the words. “I have of course missed you. It has been boring without you. I am not looking forward to travelling without you a lot during the season.”
Daniel wandered over to the dining table and took the seat next to Max. “I’ll be busy working on making you even faster.”
Max smiled. “I know you are looking forward to being home more, I will just miss you being there all the time.”
“I don’t think how I’m going to feel,” Daniel admitted, putting some of each dish onto his plate.
“If you are very sad, I will convince Christian to have you at all the races,” Max suggested.
“Not on the grid?”
“If you are then also very sad, I will convince Christian to have you in Checo’s car every week. I expect you in for 2024 but if you want it for next year, I’ll work on it,” Max replied with confidence.
Daniel shook his head. “We respect contracts in this house, Maxy.”
“Only if they benefit us,” Max snapped back. “I want you to succeed and be happy.”
“I am happy,” Daniel said. “I’m relaxed, I spent lots of time with my family, I feel fit still and I’m excited about this year.”
“So you’re still feeling ok?” Max asked.
“Yeah, I’m ok,” Daniel assured. “Are you ok?”
Max nodded. “Yeah, I’m good, I still have you.”
“Yeah,” Daniel agreed. “This really does help.”
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Thanks for reading this little series! Hope you feel a little Daniel joy!
Previous days:
Day 1: https://at.tumblr.com/madmazmind/maxiel-week-day-17/i2rmx7r61jtd
Day 2: https://at.tumblr.com/madmazmind/maxiel-week-day-27/2m2wdwvi1vye
Day 3: https://at.tumblr.com/madmazmind/maxiel-week-day-37/dzy3m5zw7sjy
Day 4: https://at.tumblr.com/madmazmind/maxiel-day-47/fze5nv9zny2g
Day 5: https://at.tumblr.com/madmazmind/maxiel-week-day-57/u3ivccs0jyrt
Day 6: https://at.tumblr.com/madmazmind/maxiel-week-day-67-slightly-nsfw/sdyedvz0uaae
#This week was just about little healing stories#The ending of Daniels actual season is a little bit of healing#But I hope this helped a little more#DR to RB is a dream#And all the maxiel content is a dream#maxiel#daniel ricciardo#max/daniel#Max Verstappen#dr3#mv1#mv33
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i am also nosy <3333
4, 21, 24, 33, 34, 41 (or other hot drink), 43, & 46
two nosy gals <3333
4. which cryptid being do you believe in?
listen i LOVE cryptozoology my dream is to one day go to the annual mothman festival in west virginia and spend an entire weekend. i don't necessarily believe-believe but if at least one were real???? like say....the yeti... i would not be shocked. honestly it makes me pretty happy to think that there are all sorts of interesting creatures out there. so maybe not true belief but wanting to believe?
21. something you’ve kept since childhood?
my childhood dog passed on when i was a teen. her name was jackie, and she had a white collar with a diamond bejeweled bone. the leather got worn down over the years but i still have the jeweled bone!! eventually i would like to get a copy of it tattooed + have the pendant remade into a bracelet or hair clip.
it's actually one of the only things i still have from my childhood! some things are just worth saving.
24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?
definitely eating for one. i don't know how you feel about fast food but it's not something i eat bc i worry about cross contamination (no meat outside of seafood for me) so it'd have to be either a picnic or convenience store snacks. totally painting each other's nails and talking about childhood comforts and fiction.
33. the last adventure you’ve been on?
i did a roadtrip with an old coworker of mine. he moved out to idaho about a year and a half ago now, but we were good friends fast so we try to stay in contact. he had to drive back my way on his way to go see his parents so he stopped, picked me up, and then we went all the way up to NH together. it was a lot of fun. i really appreciate his calm way of going through life; he lived out of his van by choice for a few years straight out of hs and then saved up to buy a plot of land so he could start building his own place. he's like a strange cousin to me.
34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?
so many!!! memorizing lyrics is easy for me. i've been singing un puño de tierra by becky g (my girllllll) in the shower though lately. and while washing dishes. and driving. basically all the time. i rarely even play the song anymore since it's already so stuck in my head.
41. how do you take your coffee? (or other hot drink)
if i'm very tired i'll just drink regular old black coffee to wake up, no milk. for hot drinks i really prefer to have matcha or a bay leaf and cinnamon stick tea.
43. what’s your take on spicy foods?
i'm latina; if it's not spicy, i don't want it lol. i have been really into indian food recently actually and have been learning tons of new recipes bc they have such a large amount of vegan and vegetarian dishes that all have a kick to them. it's great.
46. favorite holiday film?
i'm a the nightmare before christmas girl all the way. one of my favorite films in general, even outside of the holiday category. i also like to watch the low budget horror films they come out with for holidays (mostly the halloween ones but the christmas ones are always pretty funny too).
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Went no contact with my aunt E, and her daughters N and C. My only regret is that I didn't get to beat their asses before I did.
Let me preface this by saying that I am not a person given to physical violence, hell in a lot of cases I'll bite my tongue to avoid a fight. But I have my fucking limits, and that day I reached mine.
So, yes. I did come close to kicking their teeth off because if there's one thing I don't tolerate is people talking shit about my mom when I know she's right. If the criticism is valid? Go ahead. Thing is, I know for a fact my aunt and her daughters are wrong.
This is a situation that has its roots in decades of unresolved issues. But it all came to a head when my cousin N decided she was going to introduce her boyfriend to the extended family. This, after she told multiple people that she didn't really have anything to share with us and that she didn't even want to wish our grandma a Happy New Year. Which is fine, there's been a lot less conflict since her, her mother and sister decided they were everyone's victims and the family wasn't catering to them as they felt entitle to. That's cool, but why the hypocrisy.
So, in the latest family function that took place my mom called my cousin to the side and called her out on her hypocritical behavior. My mother did not scream to her, and didn't start a scene. My cousin N, however, has always had a flair for the theatrics and immediately started screaming and shouting like a banshee. Came storming in saying she was leaving, that my mom had "disrespected" her, that she "knows herself, and she is leaving". She called my mother a flurry of colorful names, including "ungrateful". My sister and I heard, and we had enough. Let me just say they both were LUCKY my dad was there and bear hugged me, because her boyfriend would not only have had to pay for her plane ticket to Spain, he would have had to pay for a whole new set of teeth (or two).
Since that moment, I've gone no contact with them. Now, I am aware that none of that makes me look good. I am not interested in looking good, either. But if we're going to talk about ungrateful or bullying, I have so many instances where they're the ungrateful bullies.
For example, N had Hepatitis B. At the time, she was living rent free at our grandmother's house. If you hear her and her mother tell the story, everyone at my grandma's was going to let her die and no one gave a fuck. In their version, my grandma even said that she was most likely pregnant. However, the reality is that she wouldn't have even been tested for Hep B if one of my aunt's (who's a nurse) had not insisted and taken her to the hospital, she wouldn't have been admitted without that aunt, either. However, that aunt has a job that she couldn't miss and responsibilities. N's father has lived in that same town for years, he didn't go to see her even once during the whole ordeal. However, the bad ones are the ones that took her to hospital and did what they could.
Another example, E moved to that same town and stayed there for about 4 years after her daughter C had an "accident" that left her with a permanent leg injury. E did this to be able to take care of her daughter. Once C was recovered enough she moved into a smaller house where neither her mother nor sister fit in. So E and N had to rent an apartment. When 2020 rolled around, another one of my aunts went like "hey, we're in the middle of this pandemic thing. you guys should move in with me because you have no income" So they moved into this other aunt's house, lived there for almost 3 years rent free, not even had to buy their own food, no utilities. E, N and C however, claim no one ever helped them and E and N were basically homeless. Mind you this aunt that took them in even took over several major medical expenses from E.
One more example. E is a teen mom, had her oldest C, around the time she was 17/18yo. The only reason she was able to graduate high school was my mom. My mom at 14yo put up with abuse from her baby daddy's family to care of her fucking child. But this is, also, something that in their heads never happened. E, in fact, has spent almost 50 years trying to ingratiate herself with her baby daddy's family even though they mistreated her and her family. When she moved from the town, following them, they said "she doesn't need to learn anything. just send her to clean houses" Because they see cleaning houses as a lowly job, and they always have seen her as lowly and undeserving of respect.
This is just examples of their ungratefulness, this isn't even diving in their abuse and disrespect of multiple family members. Like, I have so many fucking more stories that don't even involve me or anything they've done to me especifically.
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Hello! Hope you're doing well in your classes and taking care of yourself! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
Could you write some headcanons of the reader adopting a pet with Gyutaro? It can be any pet, like a dog, or cat, even a snake. Any pet that you think would suit Gyutaro is fine ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
°•Gyutaro and you adopting a pet•°
It was night and you and Gyutaro were walking hand in hand on the way to his apartment. You were talking to him when suddenly, you saw a small shadow on the ground. The little ball was black, with big green eyes and it wouldn't stop meowing so like the great animal lover that you are, you bent down to take the kitten and put it inside your coat to warm it up. This time of year is usually very cold and you did not have the heart to leave the little animal back on the cold sidewalk of the street. Gyutaro wasn't very convinced about the idea of having a pet, he doesn't like animals very much but he saw that now that you had taken the kitten you weren't going to let it go.
"Are you sure about this? It's like havin' a child."
"I am! Completely!"
"I'm not gonna clean up them shit or take care of them, I'm telling you now. I don't want to and I won't commit to carin' for an animal."
"Yes, yes, don't worry! I'll clean up what them does, buy them food and take care of them. I promise! I'll be very responsible!"
Gyutaro couldn't say no to you, he loves you too much. Besides, then you wouldn't stop crying and complaining to him that he let the poor kitty freeze in the street so you 3 kept walking to the apartment.
When you arrived to the apartment, the kitten stopped meowing. The poor baby was very cold and being inside the place where there was a roof made them feel better. You immediately went to get some milk in the fridge to warm it up a bit and give it to them to drink. You looked for something for them to sleep tonight. You found an empty shoe box, took a sweatshirt from the laundry basket and placed it inside the box to be the kitty's bed. Gyutaro held the kitten with one hand while you made them little bed, then you carefully took him to drink milk and luckily the kitty accepted it.
"What the hell are you going to do if someone announces they're missing?"
"Fuck it! I don't care, it's mine now."
Gyutaro laughed at your answer, he didn't expect you to want to make that decision. Usually you always try to do the "socially correct" thing contrary to him so this answer caught him off guard.
"We have to think of a name...do you think it's a boy or a girl?" you asked.
Gyutaro snatched the kitten from where he was eating, placed it on their back and pushed their tail away. He was very small so, you asked him to treat themm with more care. It's a baby after all.
"It's a male." he replied, as he handed the cat back to you.
You were excited, this was going to be a lot of fun and a new experience for you two. Gyutaro said that he wasn't going to take care of the cat or anything, but you loved to see him take the kitten and pet him or even talk to him like he was a baby when "you weren't looking". Gyutaro is definitely the type of person who says "no animal enters this house" but when one enters, he can't stop charging or pay attention to it.
Now, Gyutaro and you should think of a name for the kitten as if you were expecting your own baby. The kitten was very affectionate with you but even though you were the one who rescued him, the kitten preferred to sleep on Gyutaro's lap, rub his tail on his legs and meow very often when he was in home. It was somewhat ironic, but you were happy that the kitten had adapted so well to his new home and that Gyutaro had accepted him as well.
So, this's basically the story of how i got my new cat like 3 weeks ago (but without Gyutaro lol) i already had a carey and an orange cat and now i found this baby! I'm completing my cat collection! lmao recently, i found out that it's a boy so i'm still thinking a name for him. Also, i'm already on vacation! so now i'm finally free to write and do whatever i want. Hope u like it! 💖
#gyutaro x reader#gyutaro#gyutaro shabana#gyutaro x y/n#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny x y/n#demon slayer x reader
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