#enough to cover some medical bills and moving expenses
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fun fact, if you live with someone and they die, even if your spouse is their legal, blood daughter, the probate court might still make you sell the house even if you have nowhere else to go and can't afford rent and you're already dealing with a mess of your own medical issues and resulting debt(which is an entirely different stresser we've been dealing with over the last year), just to cover their debts!
fun fact 2, I still have a bankruptcy on my credit report so guess how hard it's going to be to get a mortgage, which would be a lot cheaper then rent!
#make a fucking will I do'nt care how old you are#have a fucking will it'll make things so much easier for the people you leave behind#and life insurance#pay for decent life insurance#we got some but it'll be like#enough to cover some medical bills and moving expenses#sure as shit ain't enough for a down payment#let alone the dental surgery we bth need#much older issue#savings depleted due to rising fuel and food costs and assorted immediate emergencies#i am so tired of depending on other people for shelter tho#but if we can get a decent place that we control for good or ill#I'll feel better#on the upside it can be a nice reset button for our living situation#which has been...difficult due to reasons#related to the condition of this shithole#lol
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The Doll House - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 1
You sell yourself to the Doll House to pay your mom’s medical expenses, only to discover your trainer is the guy who bullied you relentlessly in high school: Gojo Satoru.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Read Geto’s Part Here!
Read Toji’s Part Here!
Read Nanami’s Part Here!
Read Sukuna’s Part Here!
Read Choso’s Part Here!
Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!
On the outskirts of town, there stands a particular shop called the “Doll House”. Inside its walls you can find a “doll” to match any taste you might have. All your desires will be fulfilled, no matter how depraved. Satisfaction is guaranteed! The dolls are exceptionally high quality, thanks to the skillful trainers who work with them twenty-four hours a day, molding them into perfect toys for your enjoyment.
Each trainer has a specialty that they focus on, and they all take great pride in their work. Their methods differ greatly, their approaches vary, but they all follow one rule: never get attached to a doll. After the training is complete, they hand the dolls over to their new owners, and never see them again. However, just once over the course of their careers, trainers are allowed to pick a doll they’ve personally trained and keep her as their own.
AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Gojo’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Chubby Reader. Dubcon. Pet Play. Bullying. Collars/Leashes. Fingering. Anal sex. Gojo being an asshole.
You stand nervously in the welcome room of the Doll House. The owner is looking you up and down. “Alright, we’ll take you,” she says.
“Really?” You’re surprised. When a friend suggested selling yourself as a doll to pay for your sick mother’s exorbitant medical expenses, you initially laughed off the idea. Dolls are all slim, sexy women… right? But you’re desperate, so you decided to check, just in case. The Doll House has a reputation for being fair and treating dolls well, so it’s the first shop you went to.
“Of course,” the owner says. “Tastes vary. We often get requests for… softer women.”
That was a very polite way of putting it. You’ve been of the thicker variety since high school, with more curves than you’d like. But the owner must know what she’s talking about. Still, you’re quite insecure, and the idea of a strange man seeing you naked, seeing every little roll and flaw, was frightening.
The owner gives you a price, what she’s willing to pay for you. It’s way more than you expected, and plenty enough to cover the medical bills and then some. You think of your poor mother sitting in a hospital bed, waiting for an operation she can’t afford, and your choice is clear.
“Okay, it’s a deal,” you say.
A contract is signed, money is transferred to your mother’s bank account, and you’re left standing in the welcome room, waiting to meet your trainer. The whole experience is embarrassing, but you did this in secret, telling no one in your family. You instructed your friend to explain things to your mother when she’s well enough to understand, but to tell everyone else you moved far away. At least you’ll be able to maintain a little of your dignity. You don’t want anyone to know you’re in such financial trouble that you had to resort to desperate measures to help your own mother.
You’re standing in the middle of the room, looking at the floor, when you hear a voice that is horrifyingly familiar.
“Chubby Bunny? Is that you?”
Oh no. Please no. Not him.
You slowly look up. Standing in front of you is the tall, gorgeous guy you had a crush on in high school… until he started bullying you relentlessly.
“Gojo?! Why are you here?” you ask. He was a pompous rich boy in high school. Of course he’s probably here to buy a doll. You’re just mortified that he’s seen you here.
He smiles as he pulls off his sunglasses. Ugh! Those eyes are so bright, they’re practically blinding you!
“Looks like I’m your trainer,” he says.
You feel like someone poured ice water down the back of your shirt. “What?!”
He laughs. “I was surprised when I saw your name on the file, but here you are!”
“I can’t do this,” you say, looking around frantically for the owner. “I’ve changed my mind!”
“Huh? But you already signed the contract,” he says, his smile dropping. “Isn’t it better to have a trainer you already know?”
No. It’s way worse. Indescribably worse. Maybe if it was someone else, anyone else, but not Gojo.
You met him in high school. Initially, you had a crush on him, like every other girl in the school. He was so tall, with soft white hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen. There wasn’t a soul in the school who didn’t go weak when Gojo looked them in the eyes.
But you were so shy, and totally certain that a guy as hot as him would want nothing to do with you. So you avoided him. If you saw him in the hallway, you went the other direction. When he said something funny in class, you held back your laughter. When he pulled some stupid stunt for attention, and the rest of the class was cheering him on, you focused on your school work and pretended not to notice.
Until one day he actually spoke to you. Gojo Satoru, the hottest, most popular guy in school, spoke to you! Unfortunately, what he said was hurtful. He walked by your desk and noticed the cute, round, bunny-shaped keychain attached to your bag and said, “Your keychain looks just like you! You’re both Chubby Bunnies!”
He’d smiled when he said it, making the words seem even more cruel. A few of your classmates heard him and started laughing. From that point on, your nickname was Chubby Bunny. Everyone in class called you that, especially Gojo, who seemed to get a kick out the fact that he’d started the whole thing.
Every day after that, Gojo teased and bullied you. He made rude remarks about your clothes, “accidentally” knocked your books out of your hands, took your belongings and hid them in his own desk or pockets, just to force you to come and beg him to return them, and even purposely embarrassed you in front of other boys. When you started to like another boy from a different class, Gojo caught you trying to slip a love letter into the boy’s locker. Gojo grabbed the letter, opened it, and read it out loud in front of everyone. That was particularly traumatic.
The worst part of all was that you had lingering feelings for him that wouldn’t go away, no matter how badly he treated you. Throughout your entire first year of high school, you nursed a pretty serious crush on him. You might have even been in love with him. So when he started bullying you in your second year, it was hard to simply turn those feelings off.
Now he’s standing in front of you, as your trainer. The very idea of it is unthinkable! Being intimate with him? Being naked in front of him? Who knows what sort of cruel bullying and mockery he would subject you to?!
“Uh, is there another trainer available?” you ask, trying to keep yourself from freaking out right in front of him.
“Nope, everyone else is occupied,” he says. “Why don’t you want me to be your trainer? That kinda hurts my feelings.”
His feelings?! After everything he did to you? Unbelievable! But you keep your voice as steady as possible and say, “It’s just kind of awkward, you know? Since we went to school together.”
He puts one hand under his chin, as if he’s thinking it over. “Hmmm, I guess so. By the way, Suguru works here too. You remember him, right?”
You feel like crawling into a hole and never coming out. What are the odds that you’d end up at a doll shop where two of your high school classmates work?
“Oh, and Nanami too. He was a year under us but he was pretty popular.”
You turn around, putting your face in your hands. “This is my nightmare come to life,” you mutter.
Gojo laughs behind you. “Come on, it won’t be so bad. It’ll be like a high school reunion! We can catch up on old times! And besides,” he says, his voice dropping to a lower tone, “you already signed. The owner hates it when people back out of contracts. She’ll destroy you financially. And that would be bad, right? Your file says you have a sick mom.”
You turn to look back at him, and he looks so smug, just like he did back then. But he’s right. You’ve already signed the contract. Backing out now would make your situation a thousand times worse than it was before you came here.
“The training only lasts six weeks, right?” you ask him. Maybe you could stand it for six weeks. Then someone would buy you and you’d never see Gojo again.
“Right,” he answers, grinning. “Unless I just keep you!”
A chill runs down your spine. “Haha, very funny.”
You’ve heard about the fact that trainers at the Doll House can keep a doll they’ve trained, but Gojo would never keep you. He treated you like shit in high school. He hated you.
With a heavy sigh, you lower your head in defeat and say, “Okay. I guess I don’t have much choice.”
Gojo looks happy, and you can only assume it’s because he’ll get to bully you even more.
“Great, let’s go to my room and get started,” he says, starting down the hall. “Oh, but don’t expect any special treatment just because we’re old friends.”
Friends? That’s laughable. But your fate is sealed, so you can do nothing but follow after him.
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Gojo can barely contain himself as he walks down the hall. His Chubby Bunny is here! And she’s all his for six weeks. For six long weeks, he can do whatever the fuck he wants to her. He’s already getting hard at the thought of stripping her, exploring those curves with his hands, burying his cock in that plush round ass.
The first time he saw her in high school, he wanted her. He’d always been drawn to soft, cute things, and she was the softest, cutest girl he’d ever seen. He was the most popular boy in school, so he couldn’t understand why she never seemed to notice him. No matter what sort of antics he got up to, she wouldn’t even look his direction. The way she ignored him only made him want her more. He wanted her to look at him, to acknowledge him. But he couldn’t bring himself to directly approach her.
Then one day he noticed an adorable keychain hanging from her bag, and it reminded him of her. It was a cute, fluffy bunny with big round eyes. Without really thinking, he blurted out that her keychain looked like her, and called her a Chubby Bunny. In all honesty, he meant it affectionately. He thought it was such a cute nickname, and it suited her perfectly. But the other kids in class laughed, and she looked hurt.
Most importantly of all though, is that she looked at Gojo. For the first time, her full attention was on him. Her eyes were wet as if she were about to cry, and her face was flushed in embarrassment, but she was looking at him!
The next day, Gojo noticed another boy in class staring at Chubby Bunny’s soft tits, straining against the tight white button up of her school uniform. Gojo didn’t like that. So when she walked by him later, he said, “Don’t they make shirts any bigger than that? Yours is busting off you.”
She looked at him with a shocked expression, but it quickly changed to embarrassment and then anger. She ran out of the room as if someone was chasing her. Shoko, who was standing nearby, slapped his arm. “Don’t be a dick. You shouldn’t make fun of a girl’s weight.”
“Huh? What does her weight have to do with anything?”
Shoko stared at him. “I’m trying to figure out if you’re being mean or being stupid.”
It didn’t take Gojo long to figure out that the one surefire way to get Chubby Bunny to pay attention to him was to make her mad. So he knocked her books out of her hands as a prank, then enjoyed the sight of her ass in the air as she bent over to pick them up. He took things from her bag when she wasn’t looking, but let her know it was him so she’d have to come over to him and ask for them back. He liked it when she spoke to him, said his name, glared at him. Any interaction was fun for him. From his perspective, he was simply teasing her, getting reactions out of her.
But it all changed one day when he saw her trying to slip a love letter into another boy’s locker. He’d seen her staring at the boy from afar, and it bothered him. He couldn’t let them hook up! So he snatched the letter from her hand. She’d looked at him with anger. “Give it back, Gojo!”
He looked at her for a moment, not even sure what he wanted to do with the letter. He just didn’t want her to give it to the other boy. On a whim, he tore the letter open.
“What’s this? A love letter?”
She tried to reach for it, but he jerked it out of her reach. She was so desperate to grab it, she had pressed her soft body against his in her attempts. He wondered if she saw the blush on his face when he unfolded the letter and began reading it. The more he read, the more desperately she struggled to reach it, and the closer she pressed against him. Then, all at once, while he was still reading it out loud, she stopped reaching for the letter and backed away.
Tears streaked her cute face, causing Gojo to pause. “You’re an asshole,” she said, and then she turned and walked away.
He hadn’t intended to make her cry. He just got caught up in the moment. He suddenly felt guilty, realizing he’d gone too far. After that, he stopped teasing her.
It was nearly a year after graduation that he was out with Shoko. She was drinking and Gojo went along to make sure his friend got home okay. They got to talking about high school and Gojo mentioned Chubby Bunny, wondering what she was up to.
Shoko had given him a dirty look. “I don’t know why you had to be so mean to that poor girl. She liked you, you know.”
He perked up. “She liked me?”
Shoko took another drink. “Our whole first year, she was always staring at you longingly when you weren’t looking. It was really obvious that she had a crush. Then you had to go and bully her.”
Gojo was still absorbing the fact that the girl he’d liked so much had also liked him. And he’d blown it by being a jerk to her.
Now, several years later, fate brought her back into his life. This time as his personal toy for six weeks. He’s so excited he can barely breathe. He can’t wait to hear what sorts of cute sounds she’ll make when he fucks her, what sort of face she makes when she cums. He’s going to enjoy this.
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Gojo leads you to his room, and once inside, he closes the door behind you. He stands a few feet away, facing you, and says, “Okay, go ahead and take your clothes off.”
You give him an incredulous look. Is he serious? That’s literally the first thing he tells you to do?
“What’s wrong?” he asks. “You’re not shy, are you?”
This sarcastic asshole! He has to know how insecure you are! He made fun of you for years! He couldn’t know it, but you’ve never been fully intimate with anyone before. Partly because of your own insecurity and partly because you’ve been so busy working various jobs to support your mother. You dated one guy for a few months and he never even saw you naked. You gave him a few blowjobs and that seemed to keep him happy. Until you broke up at least.
“A little,” you say.
He steps closer to you. “I can help you,” he says, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt and beginning to slide the fabric up. “Raise your arms.”
Numbly, you do as he says, letting him pull your shirt off. He doesn’t even take a moment to look at your bra before he’s reaching behind you and unhooking it, sliding the straps off your shoulders. His hands seem to fly to your skirt, quickly pulling it down as if he’s in a hurry. Then he jerks down your panties, sliding them off your feet. It all happens so fast, you barely have time to be shocked.
Once you’re fully naked, he steps back and stares at you for a moment before he circles you, like a shark. You feel your face burning. Those beautiful blue eyes are seeing every inch of you, and you hate it. You would have preferred Geto or Nanami. At least they never made fun of you. Being stripped and ogled by your bully is mortifying.
After making a complete circle, he stops in front of you. There’s a strange look in his eyes. Excitement? Hunger? Is he looking forward to bullying you that much? You use your arms to cover as much of yourself as you can, deciding you’ve given him enough ammo to mock you with.
“Oh! I have something for you! Hold on,” he says, walking over to his closet. He digs around for a minute before coming back with a small box. He sits it on a nearby table and opens it, then pulls something out.
You almost wince when you realize what it is: a pair of white bunny ears attached to a headband. They’re high quality, looking rather realistic. These didn’t come with a cheap Halloween costume. He places them on your head and grins. “Wow, so cute! Now you really are a Chubby Bunny!”
This. Fucking. Guy! You glare at him, and in return he just smiles and says, “You’ll get your tail later.”
Tail? You don’t have time to question that before he returns to the box and comes back holding more items. He holds up a pink leather collar with a silver heart shaped ring in the center, then places it around your neck. It’s a little tight, but not overly uncomfortable. He hooks something to the heart ring, and you realize he’s holding a silver chain with a pink leather handle that matches your collar. Is this a fucking leash?!
Of course Gojo is into some freaky shit. Of course!
“What is this?” you ask, touching the collar with your fingertips, lightly pulling it from your skin to see if it stretches at all. It doesn’t.
“I never told you my specialty, did I?” he says, stepping toward his bed. “It’s pet play. Which means you’re my pet for the next six weeks.”
Oh God. This is going to be worse than you imagined.
As he moves to his bed, he lightly tugs on the leash, pulling you along with him. When he sits down, he pats his lap. “Sit,” he says. You don’t know if it’s a suggestion or a command, so you just stand there, still trying to cover yourself. He pulls on the leash, a little harder this time, and says again in a deeper voice, “Sit.”
You don’t think you’ve ever had real physical contact with him before. Maybe when you were trying to retrieve something he’d taken from you, but that was so quick and frantic, you don’t think it counted. But you have no choice, so you step closer and slowly lower yourself onto one of his thighs. You’re bracing yourself for some kind of joke about how heavy you are, but he just grins at you as one of his hands, the one not holding the leash, begins rubbing and groping all over your body.
“You’re so squishy,” he says, squeezing one of your breasts. His hand is warm, but you can’t help cringing. You’ve been groped over your clothes before, but this is the first time a man has touched your bare chest. And it had to be fucking Gojo.
He moves his hand down your stomach, and you stiffen in his lap, hating that he’s seeing and touching everything you’ve ever wanted to hide. But those thoughts evaporate when his hand slips between your legs. If you were stiff before, you’re absolutely frozen now. You close your eyes tightly, turning your face away from him, but he tugs on the leash and says, “Look at me. Look me in the eyes.”
You open your eyes and glance at him, only to find yourself locked in his gaze. God, those eyes. He knows they make people weak. He knows exactly what he’s doing. It feels like he’s staring deeply into your soul as one of his fingers slides between your folds and strokes your clit.
Your body jolts, and you instinctively try to scoot away from his hand, but he’s holding you firmly in place. Your clit has always been extremely sensitive, so much that you can’t even bear to directly touch it while masturbating.
Gojo notices immediately. “Have you always been this sensitive?”
He gives the leash another tug, making you look him in the eyes again. You nod. His finger keeps rubbing you, making you whimper.
“Why are you acting so scared of me?” he asks. “We’ve known each other for years. You know I’m not going to hurt you.”
You just then realize you’re trembling, still trying to get away from his hand, pathetic little sounds coming from your mouth. Of course you’re scared! This man hates you, and he’s currently playing with the most tender spot on your whole body! But you can’t say that out loud. You shake your head and say, “I’m just… not used to stuff like this…”
His finger switches to rubbing circles around your clit, which gives you a small bit of relief. “Oh come on. Your old boyfriends must have had a lot of fun with such a sensitive little clit.”
You’re still shaking, and you try to look away, but he tugs the leash again.
“Hey, don’t break eye contact!”
You look back at him. You hate looking at those eyes. They take you back to a time and place you’d rather forget. And even worse, they awaken feelings in you that you’ve fought hard to bury.
“So?” he asks. “Didn’t any of your boyfriends know how to pleasure you?”
“N-no,” you answer.
“Really?” He has a confused look on his face for a moment as he regards you, his finger still circling your clit, his eyes watching your reactions. “Wait. Have you ever even been touched like this before?”
When you don’t answer, he tugs on the leash again.
“No,” you finally say, feeling like you want the ground to open up and swallow you. He’s just getting more and more material for making fun of you later.
His eyes widen, and he says under his breath, “Oh fuck.”
His finger begins rubbing your clit directly again, causing you to jerk and gasp. He’s staring at you, forcing you to maintain eye contact through this whole degrading situation. “Someone told me something interesting a while back,” he says, his face suddenly looking serious. “They said you had a crush on me in high school. Is that true?”
“No!” you yell, tearing your eyes away from him. The only possible way this situation could be worse is if Gojo knew how you felt about him. He’d never let you live it down! He’d mock your feelings mercilessly!
“What a reaction!” he says, making you look at him again. “Don’t look away now. Look me in the eyes and tell me you never had feelings for me.”
Locked in his gaze, words fail you. You can feel your cheeks heating up, and you know the truth must be written all over your panicked face.
A grin spreads over his face again. “Say it,” he says, giving the leash another tug and rubbing your clit harder, faster.
You cry out, squirming under his touch and his stare. Your breaths catch in your throat, but he’s not going to stop until you answer him.
“I did! I did… have feelings for you!”
His finger slows but doesn’t stop. He gives you a strange look, one you’ve never seen on his smug face before. “Oh man. I wish I would’ve known back then.”
Why? So he could’ve made your life even more miserable? You feel tears coming on, but you’re still being forced to look him in the eyes. You can’t imagine how any of this could possibly be more hellish.
“But, hey, you’re here with me now,” he says. “We can make up for lost time. I’m gonna make sure you remember these six weeks for the rest of your life. I bet you’re excited, huh? The guy you had a crush on is gonna be fucking you every day! You’ll be sucking my cock all the time. I bet you can’t wait for me to cum in that cute mouth! And I’ll play with this suuuuper sensitive little clit every day!”
You sniffle as tears start to leak out. Why is he saying all this? Just to torment you? All the while, you’re feeling the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life. You’re going to cum right here while your bully watches, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Gojo is still watching you intently, those accursed eyes almost glowing, not allowing you to look away. “I know, I know it feels good,” he says in a soothing voice, his finger relentless. “I bet you’ve never felt like this before, huh? It’s okay. Just ride it out. You’re gonna feel this same pleasure every day from now on.”
It’s all too much. His heavenly eyes locked onto yours, his sultry voice in your ear, his hand at your pussy, him pulling the leash so that your face is almost touching his. You can’t hold back any longer, and an earth shattering orgasm washes over your body. The moan you let out turns into a sob, and you’re left crying freely, your body shaking.
Gojo watches the whole thing, and once you finally go still in his lap, he removes his hand and wraps his arm around you. “Now wasn’t that fun?” he asks, either oblivious to how totally overwhelmed you are or just sadistically enjoying it. Then he suddenly jerks the leash forward, causing your mouth to crash into his. He kisses you deeply, his tongue in your mouth, his hot breath melding with your own. It’s the kind of kiss you share with a lover, not… whatever nightmare this is. It’s probably his idea of a sick joke.
“Now,” he says after breaking the kiss, “want me to fuck this virgin pussy?”
You feel dazed, like your mind is going blank. You don’t even care any more. Let him mock you. At least his touch feels good, physically. It’s not like you have a choice in any of this.
“Yeah,” you mutter as he eases you off his lap.
“You have to say it properly, Chubby Bunny,” he says, standing up.
Numbly, you lower your eyes and say, “Please fuck my virgin pussy.”
“Okay, Bunny. Get on the bed.”
You stand there for a moment, feeling lost and vulnerable and uncertain. You don’t even know what you want anymore. Once upon a time, you daydreamed about the idea of losing your virginity to Gojo. You fantasized about him making love to you in some unrealistic romantic setting. So yes, some part of you does want to be fucked by him. But it’s a part you hate.
While you hesitate, Gojo unbuttons his pants, not bothering to take his shirt off. Then he pulls his dick out, and all the fog from your brain instantly clears.
Holy shit. Oh fuck. That dick is unnaturally huge. It makes your ex boyfriend look tiny by comparison. How the hell is that monster of a dick going to fit inside you?!
He notices you staring and gives you the smuggest grin you’ve seen yet. “Like it? This is the cock that’s gonna pop your cherry. Take a good look.”
You hate to admit it. You really really hate to. But that is one beautiful dick. The color, the shape, even the extravagant size… it turns you on. So fuck it. Let him do as he pleases. You start to climb onto the bed, and he adds more instructions.
“Get on your hands and knees, and face away from me.”
He’s going to take you from behind? On your first time? You’re not sure how you feel about that, but you do as he said. After you get into position, he scoots you back closer to the end of the bed, and stands behind you. You feel his hands groping your ass as he says, “I know you want me to fuck your pussy, and I will. But right now, I really want another one of your firsts.”
“What?” you ask, turning to look back at him.
He has a bottle of some kind of liquid or ointment in his hand, and he squeezes some out. You feel it hit the crack of your ass, and then his fingers spreading your cheeks and rubbing it in. Wait, is this lube?
“H-hey! What are you doing?!”
He gives you a dazzling smile. “I’m prepping you, Bunny. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, remember?”
“This is definitely gonna hurt!” you screech. “There’s no way that huge dick will fit!”
He gives your ass a light, playful smack. “Calm down. I have a lot of experience with this stuff. It’ll feel great, I promise. Now take a deep breath.”
“Wait-“
“Here we go!”
Your body tenses up as you feel his tip pressing on your asshole. It starts to slip in, and you shudder as you feel the first inch.
Behind you, Gojo rubs and squeezes the fat of your ass. “Hey, you have to relax. It really will hurt if you stay so tense.”
You take several deep breaths, trying to force your body to loosen up. He slides in a little more, slowly, and then stops. It doesn’t feel like he’s all the way in, but he starts making shallow thrusts.
It’s uncomfortable, even unpleasant, but it’s not painful. After a while, you hear his voice again. “I’m going in a little deeper, okay?”
You squeak out an “Okay” just before he pushes further in. You feel your ass stretching to accommodate him, and the first hints of pain as he goes even deeper, then starts to pump in and out of you.
He moves slowly at first, but gradually speeds up, and goes deeper still. How big is he?! It feels like he’ll never be fully in.
“Ahh… fuck… you said it wouldn’t hurt!” you cry out.
Gojo suddenly yanks on the leash, pulling you up, arching your back. His free hand reaches around to grab your tit. “I said to relax,” he breathes into your ear. “Just enjoy it. Stop fighting your feelings.”
Again, you try to relax your ass as he continues thrusting into you. It helps, but it’s still uncomfortable. You close your eyes and try to think about how you felt in high school, how you felt the day you first saw him. He was so beautiful, you almost thought he wasn’t human. He surrounded himself with other beautiful people, and you knew those gorgeous eyes of his would never even look your direction.
Now that impossibly beautiful person is fucking you, not in the way you’d hoped, but he’s still inside you, still gripping your flesh, still grunting out lusty sounds with each thrust. He’s enjoying this. It’s probably just because he gets some kind of thrill from doing something humiliating to you, but the fact remains that Gojo Satoru is enjoying fucking you.
Thinking these thoughts makes his cock in your ass feel good. It makes your pussy wet. Eventually, it makes you cum, your body going weak as Gojo releases his hold on the leash and you fall face first onto the mattress. Your ass is still up, and Gojo is still pounding it, over and over until you hear him sharply inhale, and then his pulsing cock releases a stream of cum inside you.
After he’s completely empty, he pulls out, and you fully collapse onto the bed, exhausted.
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Gojo pants as he looks down at Chubby Bunny, at the plush ass he just came inside. Fuck, she’s so cute!
He lets her rest for a little while before he goes to the corner of the room and pulls out a large, round pet bed. He places it on the floor beside his own bed and waits until she sits up and looks at him.
“You’ll be sleeping here,” he says, pointing to the pet bed.
She stares at it as if she’s taking a moment to process it. Then she shrugs as if nothing surprises her anymore.
After they both clean up in the bathroom, Chubby Bunny curls up in the pet bed. She’s wearing adorable pink pajamas, and Gojo gives her a blanket before getting into bed himself. Before turning out the light, he hooks his end of the leash onto a knob he’d installed on the side of his nightstand.
“What if I have to go to the bathroom?” she asks.
“Then wake me up,” Gojo says with a smile.
“You’re not going with me, are you?”
“Nah, I’ll just unhook your leash until you come back.”
She looks relieved as she makes herself comfortable. Gojo watches her until she seemingly falls asleep, still not quite believing she’s here, with him. He really wants her to sleep in his bed with him, to feel her soft, squeezable body against his all night, but he is still her trainer. He can’t neglect his duty. So he goes to sleep, excited for tomorrow.
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we need help again...
I hate hate hate hate to make this post but we could really use some help. Mostly because I am uninsured until my job opens enrollment for its health insurance in June and on the eve of us signing the apartment lease tomorrow, I have contracted strep throat from my coworkers. Hooray!
I'm gonna try and get an appointment at the community health center doctor's tomorrow because I straight up don't have the money or time to go to the CVS minuteclinic across the street. They said it was $139 for a strep appointment without insurance, I said hell no... If I wait another day I can try and get a sliding scale $40 appt at the doctors. Right now is just stressful because we need money and because they didn't give us our security deposit back I'm not going to have enough money for my bills the beginning of the month. Plus there are literally THREE prescriptions I have asides from however much a Z pack will likely cost and one of them is an ointment from a compound pharmacy that I don't have money to pay for~!!!! 😭😭😭
Asides from that I am afraid that we miscalculated how much we have for rent for May so I'm trying to see about covering those costs so we aren't paying 3 days late into the month of May for our May rent first month. I really don't want to have a bad first impression with these people. They've been very kind to us so far with renting this new place but I don't want to push the limits.
I've already asked my dad for help but he wasn't able to spare enough for us to be totally covered + he needs me to pay him back by August. During the month of April I also applied to multiple credit unions for personal loans and got rejected...
So my total expenses are:
- Medication/Doctor's visit (including pre-existing prescriptions that I haven't had the money to pick up) ($160)
- Phone bill ($75 for this first month, should be going down next month as verizon charges my account with different coding)
- costs for rent/move (like hopefully $200 idk. I think we can swing the last hundred)
In addition: Because of my history of struggling with commissions due to my psychiatric disability, I don't really want to do this but if you donate a sum above $100 you can ask me to digitally paint something for you. Please no complicated requests or anything since I've been struggling with art for years now from depression/anxiety etc. but I would feel indebted to you if I didn't do anything. If this is something you'd like please DM me/send me an ask off anon.
* As for why we have been so financially fucked this month. Our current apartment complex (yes the one with the leaks, roaches, harmful construction noises etc.) has kept our security deposit which has us out $300 that we could've used towards the new place. They have fucked us over one last time.
My paypal as always is at: paypal.me/roseod
And please share if you can. Every reblog/donation of even a small amount is appreciated. Thank you all so much for supporting me.
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Radio Free Monday
Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!
Ways to Give:
feralfxckxr is raising funds for an in-clinic abortion procedure after the initial pill failed to work following an assault. They are offering tarot readings and have friends offering art commissions; you can read more, reblog, and find giving/commission information here.
Anon linked to a fundraiser findingfeather is running to help mythopoetry live safely in Ottawa long enough to get her citizenship finalized and her healthcare needs met after her health was neglected for years during an abusive marriage. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here or give at the fundraiser here.
lexin linked to a fundraiser for Laura, whose lease is up for renewal; she wants to get out but needs to delay, as her physical health is not good and there's a lot of work that needs to be done for her to be able to move house, and some of that work will need to be something they pay others to do. You can read more and give to the fundraiser here.
Anon linked to a fundraiser for a friend, Angel, who is trying to purchase a recumbent bike; Angel has significant physical restrictions and needs exercise to improve health and stave off future health issues. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.
Stevie linked to a fundraiser for friends Caine and Mary, who are trying to restore their small-town farm; they bought the farm attempting to become more self-sufficient as a queer and disabled couple, but the house needs repairs and they've had a few setbacks, and government aid is slow in coming. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.
Recurring Needs:
loversdoom is a college student from the Philippines, studying away from her family, and her parents are unexpectedly unable to support her education; she is dealing with a number of expenses and is now looking at costly medical procedures as well. You can read more and reblog here or give to the fundraiser here.
onedollopofsourcream is raising funds to help with food, transportation, medication for their family, and other expenses after a string of financial issues; you can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.
rilee16 is raising funds to get out of an abusive home situation; with irregular work hours and a tax debt due on top of chronic illness issues, they also need funds to repair their phone, which is dying, and cover utility bills. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.
Anon linked to a fundraiser for their friend dyken, who along with their partner has been having trouble covering bills, food, and mental health treatment; their family is abusive and unwilling to help financially. They are accepting donations via paypal and commissions via ko-fi; you can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.
chingaderita's partner recently lost their job due to a house fire that also destroyed the house; they're raising funds to keep food on the table for a family of nine, to try and get a supply of water to keep clean, and for medications and bills until they can find new work. You can read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.
karla-hoshi (Hoshi on TikTok) has been raising funds for cancer treatment for her cat Naku, but unfortunately Naku passed last week. Between Naku's treatments and other unexpected financial issues, they are short funds for the last lab tests and for cremation to help make the loss easier; you can read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.
And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.
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Can We Be Wrong Tonight? - Chapter Seven
Pairing: Colin Zabel x Reader
Work Summary: In the wake of Missy Sager’s disappearance, you’re having trouble staying safe while making ends meet.
Colin Zabel x Sex Worker!Reader.
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Word Count: 1205
Read on AO3.
Masterlists.
Taglist: @trashmaximoff @josephines-simps-fics @cursedandromedablack @raincoffeeandfandoms @pappachismoth @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye
Taglist info.
Notes:
It's finally finished, sorry it took so long.
Warnings for hospitals, vague discussion of injuries
Hope you enjoyed it.
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Your throat was dry. There was a steady beep, beep, beeping that sat at the edge of your consciousness, and it was driving you crazy.
You tried to open your eyes but your eyelids were too heavy. Sleep was pulling on you again, and you fought against it. You didn’t want to sleep. If you were awake, that meant you were alive. You weren’t going to let it slip away without a fight.
A quiet moan escaped your lips. To your left, you heard a chair shuffling, and then there was a warm weight on your hand.
“Y/N?”
You knew that voice. Mustering all the strength inside you, you opened your eyes.
“Colin?” Your voice came out as barely more than a whisper. Sure enough, his face swam into view above you, fading in and out of focus. You realised that you were in a hospital room. Panic filled you.
“I’m here.” He squeezed your hand, but you shook your head.
“I don’t… have… insurance…” The words were laboured as they passed your lips. Your eyes stung with tears that your body was too dehydrated to make.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he said. “Don’t worry about that. It’s covered. The police department set up a fund to cover the victims’ medical bills and expenses. Please don’t worry about money.”
Your breathing slowed a little. His words hit you one by one, like a ball rolling down the stairs, and it took you a moment to piece it all together. It sounded too good to be true.
“I want to… sit up…”
“Here.” There was a buzzing sound, and you felt the bed moving under you. It tilted you until you could comfortably see Colin without craning your neck. “Better?”
“Better.”
Before you could say anything else, a nurse walked in. “You’re awake,” she said. “That’s good.”
As she checked your vitals, you fought the urge to close your eyes again. Colin was here. If you fell asleep, he might not be here when you woke up. There was so much you needed to talk about.
“My throat hurts,” you said.
“I’ll get you some water when I’ve finished this,” she said, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around your arm.
“I can get her some water,” Colin offered, but you shook your head.
“Don’t leave.” You squeezed his hand.
“Okay, okay, I’m staying.”
As the nurse left the room, you struggled with what to say. You wanted to speak – speaking would keep you awake – but the words had left you.
In the end, you settled on, “how did you find me?”
Colin chuckled softly. It was a beautiful sound. “You remember that footage you got us months ago?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well, we were able to see that Missy got in a van, but we couldn’t get a good enough view of the plates to ID it. But there was another girl. One who this guy tried to kidnap, but she got away. She was also able to give us partial plates. That plus the footage was enough information for us to track down the guy.”
He stopped talking as the nurse returned with a cup of water and paper plate with a slice of bread and a tiny pot of jam.
“Thank you,” you said hoarsely.
“If you need me, hit that button,” she said, indicating a button on the machine to your right, and then she left you alone with Colin.
There was a moment of silence. With trembling fingers, you tried to open the jam, but you couldn’t get a good grip on it. Without a word, Colin took it from you and opened it. He then took the small plastic knife the nurse had given you and spread the jam on the bread.
The two of you were quiet as you ate. You were full of questions, but the bread was taking all of your focus, and you didn’t want to miss a word. You felt self-conscious, chewing slowly, the flavour of the jam too rich for you in your current state. Still, you managed to swallow it down.
“I heard gunshots,” you said, once you had finished. “When you came to rescue me. What happened?”
He winced. “I took one in the shoulder,” he said, lightly tapping the area. Now that he mentioned it, you could see the bandages peeking out from under his shirt. “Mare managed to shoot him in the head. I was terrified-” He cut himself off suddenly, looking away from you.
“What?”
You could see him steeling himself. He turned back to you and took your hand in his. “I was terrified that I was going to die before we found you. I needed to know that you were safe.”
A teardrop rolled down your cheek. “We lived,” you said, your heart racing. “We both lived.”
His warm hand cupped your face and his thumb swiped away your tear. You leant into his touch, exhaling slowly.
“You kissed me,” he said, and your eyes snapped to his face. “When I found you. You kissed me.”
“I’m sorry,” you said. “I kind of thought you were a dream.”
A smile spread across his face. His dark eyes looked at you searchingly. The warmth of his hand on your face was comforting.
“Please don’t be sorry. That was the best kiss of my life.” A warmth bubbled up inside you. It was unlike anything you’d felt before; as intense as the heat of lust, but warmer, like affection. Like love. He cleared his throat. “I have to ask… that kiss… did it mean something to you? Or were you just relieved that you were being rescued?”
“Colin…” It was your turn to laugh now. Your chest and throat ached with the weight of it. “I really, really like you.”
His hand moved from your face to rest at the side of your neck. As he leant in towards you, you closed your eyes.
His lips brushed against yours – the softest, most chaste kiss the two of you had ever had – and you felt the blood rushing to your cheeks.
After a moment, he pulled away from you. His eyes were shiny when they met yours. His lips were pulled into a half-smile, revealing a dimple in his cheek.
“Do you wanna go out sometime?” he asked. “Like, on a date? A real, actual date?”
“I’d like that.”
His thumb stroked over your cheekbone again. “Your apartment is paid up for the moment too, so don’t worry about that. The victims’ fund is covering the rent and bills, and all that’s left over is for you to do with as you choose. It should keep you going for a while, at least.”
You tipped your head back and looked up at him with adoration in your eyes. “Thank you,” you said, and he shrugged.
“Don’t thank me. I’m just the messenger. Thank the people of Easttown for their generous donations.” He picked up your hand and laid a kiss on your palm.
“This is all overwhelming,” you said.
“Well, wherever you go from here, whatever you decide to do, I’m here, okay? We can sort through it all together?”
“Yeah,” you said, wiping away another tear. “I’d like that.”
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I'm a disabled trans woman currently living with my underpaid and overworked partner off their income as we wait for the beurocracy to agree that I'm disabled and give me the benefits I paid in for the ~10 years I worked before accepting that I'm disabled. Our day-to-day budget, while tight, is functional. However we are so poor as to only get medical insurance through medicaid and to live in the state of Missouri which both already had an explicit exclusion of trans surgeries from Medicaid and recently passed a bill which doubles down on that exclusion and adds in an exclusion for HRT as well.
I've been in touch with a trans legal aid group who said they'd be willing to help with pursuing legal action regarding the old exclusion once I get a direct rejection of the prior authorization I've requested. However, I don't really want to go through the stress of that whole process if I can help it at this point so I'm redoubling .y efforts to get help paying for surgery out of pocket. I've already had a consultation with Dr. Loren Schechter at Rush in Chicago and have all the required medical letters so basically the only thing keeping me from getting surgery scheduled is a lack of funding.
If possible, I would also love to get together enough to just move to the Chicago area, but that's not my priority right now.
I don't currently have a confirmed price estimate for the surgery itself or really any of the related expenses but based on the information I've seen from others I'm guessing it's going to be around $10k-20k. I have no expectation of being able to raise that much from people here, or anywhere else I might share this but I hope to raise enough that I can manage to get a loan to cover the rest.
Donation channels:
Cashapp: $AliceSteelTDD
PayPal: alicesteeltdd
FBPay: message me for link
Crypto: fuck that shit
Others will be added upon request so long as the channel seems trustworthy.
I will update this post as I receive donations and/or details on the actual expected costs.
$0/$10,000
Update: I just received a good faith estimate. The estimate says it will cost $50,615 to them with half up front. Beyond that, I'll also need to cover travel and living expenses for a few months in the area for recovery and follow-up appointments, which I'm guesstimating at around $4.5k. I guess the numbers I'd heard before were after insurance coverage. I've updated the target to $55,000 accordingly. I have yet to receive any aid, so the progress remains at $0.
Update 2: So I got an insurance quote that would cover surgery and everything and if we (my partner and I) could get a loan for $18k with $400/mo payments for 5 years we would be completely set. The problem is our bank will only loan AT MOST 3 months of her gross pay, which is like 7-8k. That would cover our debts and the base premiums for the year, though. Then if I put back my plasma money for the first 2-3 months alongside the amount less than 400/mo that smaller amount's monthly payment is alongside the raise she's expecting to get in the near future (one way or another) and any overtime/extra paychecks we might be able to pull it off! I have to talk it over with my partner before I can go ahead with this gamble though. (Help from others would still definitely be useful to further increase our success odds though.) So on the assumption that we're going to get 7k out of the 18k target in loans I'm going to adjust the goal back to 10k. As we are able to put back money of our own, I'll add that to the progress section. As of now though, there have been no outside donations, and we can't put anything in ourselves, so the progress side stays at $0. (BTW: Anything I get from OF will also be counted towards this, so if you want some nudes/lewds, check that out. I posted about it on my blog the day the first daily post went up.)
#lgbtq#trans#trans surgery#please boost#mutual aid#fundraiser#fundraising#trans fundraiser#gofundme#lgbtqia
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Come Back Home (Ch.2)
Warning: Angst, political talk, men being assholes 😒, mentions of death/illness, mention of slurs, grammar mistakes (oops)
Pairing: LT. Bob Floyd X OC! Civilian “Vanessa Chavez”
CH. 2
-A couple months ago-
Penny and Vanessa were getting ready to open up for another busy night at the HardDeck. Vanessa had made sure to touch up her make-up in the back office, cursing at the flaring rashes that began to welt on her chest.
After making sure to cover up any blemish visible to the human eye, she got ready for another shift from her personal hell. Base Bar. Penny and she knew that the majority of the clientele were soldiers, sailors, pilots, and any government official you can know of, they were there. Eyes wondering, stumbling around the bar, spitting misogynistic comments left and right. She grew to hate the men who came in, but she played along with the act, hoping her tips of the night would rack up enough to pay her rent and the hospital bills that were the haunting reminder of her illness.
Vanessa was diagnosed with lupus at the age of 19. It was around the time she decided to drop out of college and move to California, getting away from the great state of Ohio. She knew that the only way of making it as a songwriter was to sell her music in the golden state of California.
It didn’t take long for her to realize that California wasn’t so great after all. After many failed attempts to contact, sometimes harass, small record labels to take her demos, she had the dreading feeling that she had risked her whole life for a stupid dream. She realized that the only way of surviving, which didn’t require a college degree and would have free housing, was to enroll in the Military.
It didn’t take long before she was sent off to the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego. Vanessa hated the training, the extreme heat, and the dizzy spells she would get after each rigorous activity she had.
Vanessa pushed through the puking, the fainting spells, and the chronic pain she began developing. The day she was to graduate basic training, her symptoms had worsened. She could barely get out of bed, her vomit became bloody, and her life felt like it was a ticking time bomb.
Vanessa woke up in the on-base hospital, confused and in so much pain. Her sergeants stood by, pity in their eyes, as they explained to Vanessa that based on her health condition, she could no longer be enlisted in the Marines. Her status would be discharged, and she would receive financial compensation for ranking in the Private class, but her career was over.
Vanessa, once again felt her world collapse, it was like life was destined to put her homeless or in a coffin.
All her dreams were going down the drain.
It was after she was transferred to the San Diego hospital that she was picked and probed enough to diagnose her with Lupus. A pretty expensive disease for a 19-year-old drop-out with no living residence in the state of California, no job, and no one to call.
Vanessa soon stumbled upon an affordable condo near the beach of San Diego and the Miramar Naval Base that she could just barely afford if she found a well-paid job. She decided to stay as close as possible to the Doctors that promised to help her along with her treatment.
When she moved in, she met Penny Benjamin, her neighbor. She had her daughter and family help her carry her belongings when they saw her sickly state when she tried to move in on her own.
Penny made sure to be as welcoming and helpful to Vanessa. Even when Vanessa’s health became stable enough, Penny decided to offer her a job at the bar she owned. She told her how great it would benefit her, she would make enough to live and pay for her medication and treatments, until she found a job with better benefits.
For now, she was stuck here until her body decided to go into some sort of stability that would allow her to move.
This night at the bar in particular had started rough, her hands trembled with the cold temperature of the glasses she had to carry.
Penny had made an order of beer pints that were somewhat durable to falls, too many were dropping from Vanessa’s grip during her ‘rough’ shifts.
Vanessa felt guilty but in reality, she had no control over her illness, it was so unpredictable, one day she would be great, and the next she could barely get out of bed from the chronic pain in her joints and limbs. It didn’t help that the monthly chemo rounds would leave her bed-bound for a week.
That night, as she picked up the pieces of the broken glass and apologized to the tipsy patrons, she heard the chaos of the most annoying patrons. Navy pilots.
“ God, kill me now,” Vanessa grumbled loud enough for Penny to hear as they both looked toward the pilots. She nudged her back, “ What did I say about joking about death?” Penny teased back while handing her a clean rag. Vanessa rolled her eyes, taking the rag to hurriedly clean her mess so she could get the new patrons' orders. With her best fake smile, she turned around and towards the table next to the darts.
The pilots, dressed in khaki uniforms, laughed and shoved each other in amusement.
“ Good evening boys…” She glanced at the only female who was equally dreading her existence next to the bunch of men around her,” and girl.”
“ G’damn… good evening to you sweets.” The blonde man with piercing blue eyes draws out in a southern accent.
Ken doll, she thought disgustingly.
Vanessa felt her chest swell in anger and tried to keep her smile from faltering. The rest of his buddies clamored with Oh’s and ‘Damn’.
Before she could retort to the extremely offensive soldier, she heard a familiar voice behind her, as she turned around she heard the man behind her call out his name, Rooster.
“ V?” Her eyes widened with joy as she realized it was none other than her childhood friend Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw, the scrawny kid from her block, was the one that was to blame for her tom-boy phase. The noise of the rowdy bar and her racing thoughts of her impending illness vanished.
All she could see was the boy, well man now, that used to bring her so much joy.
“ Holy shit, Bradshaw?!” V couldn’t help herself from lunging at Rooster as they embraced in a tight hug.
Their embrace seemed to set off some alarms for both Penny and Rooster’s fellow Dagger squad, who were gawking at the scene. Specifically, Ken-doll, who would have probably caught a fly or two with how wide his jaw dropped. Phoenix made sure to point out how stupid the men looked, she always made sure to humble them. Bob, on the other hand, was too focused on his own troubling thoughts, he was taken aback by seeing Rooster embrace, what he assumed, was a familiar face. It didn’t really spark any interest in him to partake in the group conversation or even being at the bar in general.
After quieting down his squadron from their pestering teasing, Vanessa was able to steal Rooster after heading over to deliver the first round of beers for his squadron.
At the bar, they quietly bickered over his much noticeable glow-up. “ Who would have thought, Bradshaw I knew you were a military brat, but this… you're a spitting image of your father!” Vanessa teased throwing her rag over her shoulder, Rooster shook his head in embarrassment, “ I mean that mustache…”
“ Alright, enough! Care to explain what you are doing here at a Naval base bar? I thought you were back home in Ohio?” Vanessa twisted her mouth nervously, the last time they saw each other was the summer before 7th grade.
Bradley’s mom had gotten sick and they decided heading back to his grandparents in California would be best. They tried to keep in touch after, but in reality, social media wasn’t enough to maintain the childhood friendship they had.
“ Well, long story short I joined the Marines after my music career flopped and now I am here. A washed up, honorably discharged, wanna-be-artist.” She couldn’t help but laugh at her summary, Rooster, on the other hand, was concerned.
“ What? You joined the Marines? Artist? I’m lost.” He squinted, somehow trying to comprehend that his childhood best friend was somehow a secret pop star who tried joining the military.
She couldn’t help but giggle at his facial expressions, “ Careful Bradshaw, don’t hurt yourself.” He couldn't help but laugh along with her.
She was finally able to take in the view of Bradley, semi brown hair, hazel eyes, sun-kissed tan with an amazing smile. She also saw the way his arms flexed under his Hawaiian shirt. Damn, Bradley got hot.
Then the most annoying cat-calling whistle came from, none other than, Ken-doll, Vanessa rolled her eyes looking at her friend. “ Please tell me he’s not your friend.” Rooster shook his head in disappointment. “ Never, but sadly- part of my squadron.” they both walked back, and Vanessa reminded herself to remain cool, calm, and-
“ Heyy sweet baby, how ‘bout another round for your heroes?” The physical ick she felt at his words sent fire into her veins. The others chimed in, “ Thank you for your service babes.” The shorter one slurred, a cringe of disgust faltered her façade.
“ Dude! Shut up!” Bradley remarked in disgust. She was ready to turn around, ready to kick them out, but she needed to get to Penny first. It seemed that her hands began to shake as she turned, the searing pain in her joint became unnoticeable compared to the anger she felt towards the aviators who were objectifying her. Bradley began going off at his squadron, with Phoenix and Bob shaking their heads with disgust at their squad members.
Hangman, who she later found out was Ken-doll, didn’t like this. “ What baby? Scared? You’ve never seen these many TopGun pilots? I see you shakin’ over there, we don’t bite.” Vanessa couldn’t take it anymore, She turned around, grabbed a random drink, and threw it at Ken-doll. Everyone in the bar fell silent. Jaws dropped, eyes fixated on what would happen next. Vanessa casually watched his face drip in beer, too stunned to move.
“ Men like you-.....excuse me, Navy men like you are absolutely disgusting human beings who think you can walk around and have people bow down to your every move.” Vanessa narrowed her eyes, red with anger, watching every pilot behind him that equally looked at her pissed, of course except Bob and Phoenix, they looked surprised that she had the guts to confront Hangman.
Hangman practically vibrated with anger as he swiftly wiped his face in disgust. “ Guess what lieutenant, not from me.” After heaving out her last words, Hangman glared at her with an evil glint in his eyes.
He clapped in amusement, “ Wow! The rooster didn’t know your girlfriend here was such a liba-tard. Let me guess…. ‘Female is the future.’” It took a matter of seconds before Vanessa exploded and her hands were thrown in any direction that meant hurting Mr. Ken Doll.
Rooster lunged at Hangman while Vanessa was pulled by Phoenix. The other pilots trying to pry Rooster and Hangman from each other. Penny was quick on her feet reaching for the dangling bell by the bar, obnoxiously ringing it whilst yelling “ EVERYONE GET OUT!”
Vanessa was so furious she could barely register the chaos of bodies pushing and pulling her through the crowd, the booming voices echoed around her. Before she realized it, she was being pulled out by the side door of the bar, in view of the sandy beach that was illuminated by the bright full moon.
“ Look at me! Hey!” Vanessa soon snapped out of her rage. She was face to face with the khaki-dressed aviator whose glasses rimmed his blue eyes. His expression was laced with concern and worry. “ Vanessa, breath!” His strong hands were on her arms trying to ground her. She hadn’t realized she was heaving out breaths, the adrenaline soon faded and pain ripped through her body. She winced and pulled away from the man. Cold sweat trickled at her forehead, turning away from the man who was the last person she wanted to see.
She was done with uniformed men, it made her sick.
“ Leave me alone!” She exclaimed trying to step away from him, a blush flushed herself as she realized how sick she must look right now. Her appearance was suddenly an insecurity.
Bob gulped, he remembered Phoenix telling him to get her out and seeing Vanessa, who he just met, suddenly panicked. It made him even more nervous.
“ I’m just trying to help.” He stepped closer trying to touch her shoulder, but she only flinched and frowned at him with disgust.
“ I don’t need your help! Go back with your squad, or why are you here to continue to objectify me? Want me to thank you for your service also?!” Bob’s face twisted in confusion, stammering over her frantic accusations.
“ What? N-no! You know we all aren’t like Hangmen!” Bob defended himself, Vanessa rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“ So what? That makes you the nice one of the group, I’m sure that does help you to get the girls in bed, News flash-” Her eyes darted to his name on the patch that laid on his uniform, “ Bob. Not me!” Bob felt offended, hurt even. He frowned and maybe it was the beer coursing through his veins but he was not going to let this hard-headed stubborn civilian get to him, not after he tried to help her.
“ You know what? It’s people like you that make it so hard for all of us to get along!” He accusingly pointed at the browned-haired girl with fire in her eyes. “ We came to blow off some steam before starting our deployment training!” Vanessa wasn’t listening, all she could think was ‘how to destroy this navy man’ that clearly had begun man-splaining.
“ WOW! People like me? Go on, say it! A Liberal! A feminist? A gypsy?” Bob stepped closer, equally challenging her with his voice.
“ Yeah, and who knows maybe socialism is your answer to this world?” Vanessa mockingly laughed. Bob rubbed his forehead in frustration, he really had lost sense of what the true argument was about, he was just pissed at this point.
“ You really think I don’t know how much taxpayer money is being blown out the window for your stupid little aviator trips! Hell even to maintain this base!” Vanessa began. Bob only retorted with the usual ‘ Oh my god!’ that a man would usually start when his beliefs were challenged.
Penny barged out and stopped the heated discussion from continuing.
“Alright! Enough!” Vanessa turned around unable to face her, the remorse and guilt of starting the first bar fight of the HardDeck history made her enough to be squeamish.
“Bob, go ahead and meet your friends out front. I’ll take it from here.” Bob glanced at her one last time before scoffing and walking away leaving Penny and Vanessa standing out in the salty breeze of the night. Tears rolled down Vanessa’s face, every emotion pilling into her as Penny held her in a tight embrace.
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I just wanna take a moment to express my gratitude to the folks who have commissioned me! Just in the last week, I’ve gotten more commissions than probably the entirety I’ve had them, and it just means so much than y’all know. I haven’t really made this real public knowledge, but part of the reason I am reviving commissions is because I honestly need it. I’m placing the details under the cut, just because I’m not really trying to take advantage of the popularity in commissions to spin a sob story, but just because I want y’all to know what kind of impact y’all can have on a creator when you support them.
But the point of this post is to express my heartfelt thanks to everyone who has commissioned thus far and those who may yet do so. I’m working hard to get back to the level of content I was putting out pre-medical school, and I know I’ve got a lot to do, but the support from everyone since I started my humble little circle of RarePair Hell means more than y’all could ever realize. One month of the year is already over, and I’m looking forward to creating more wonderful things that you all enjoy!
From the bottom of my heart, thank you all!
Now, to dive into why I’m compelled to write this little love letter to everyone at all:
TBH, this third year has been a financial struggle for me; I am living in a rather expensive apartment by virtue of a severe availability shortage where I live, and it was either sign a lease with this place or face a potentially rocky living situation with my parents (details I will not go into here). I am only getting by because I take the maximum amount of student loans I can every year (I am already $250,000 in debt with a year to go, and that is without debt from my undergraduate degree!), and there’s rumors that my rent may increase substantially come August. I can’t afford to move then, and then move again for residency the upcoming year, so I’m pretty much stuck.
Even with me taking all these student loans, I had to pull the entirety of my savings just to pay bills in the three weeks between the loan checks over December/January because, when divided evenly between the months, these stipends really don’t go far. It is even worse this semester; we get paid one lump sum every August and January, and the balance is not skewed toward the amount of months. The same amount covers August-December (5 months) as January-August (8 months). After bills, to try and put back money to replenish my savings, I am living on pretty much $1000 a month right now. Which, let me tell you, does not go far these days. It’s more than some people have, and I am definitely grateful that I have it. But it’s still hard.
I have to pay for my boards soon, which will probably be hundreds of dollars, if not over a thousand—for one national standardized test that we have to take to graduate, mind you! Next year will be even worse because the medical school does not pay for any of the travel rotations that we do; all of the expenses are shouldered by us. I don’t know if any appeals for financial aid will bear fruit. I know for a fact that financial lability is going to limit my opportunities, which will in turn limit my opportunities for residency. To say that I am stressing about the future is an understatement.
I’ve never been the type to ask for money, especially from online strangers, and again, me outlining my recent financial struggles isn’t a ploy to get more. But I want y’all to be aware of what y’all have unknowingly done. Seeing those e-mails from Ko-fi roll in over the last few days has moved me to tears. The fact that people enjoy my writing enough to give me their hard-earned money—when, universally, we are probably all struggling—warms me to my core. Y’all’s commissions gave me the reassurance that I have more to spend on gas or groceries this month, or have a small sum that I can put into my savings to use for traveling next school year, or have a little extra padding if something happens.
I know I can’t make this into a side hustle like fanartists can thanks to the gray legality of monetizing fanfiction, and I don’t want to lock my regular fanfiction behind a paywall, anyhow. I write for the love of it and to make people happy, not to make money—even if it would be more beneficial to me to do so. Anyway, I know this boom in commissions probably won’t last.
But for one month, you guys made my life a little easier. Genuinely, thanks for that. You didn’t know I needed it. I didn’t either. And I’m just really full of love right now.
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[ jesse williams, cis male, he/him ] - was that MALCOLM WISE i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY NINE year old who has been in nightrest for THREE AND A HALF YEARS and works as a SURGEON has a reputation of being INCLUSIVE, but also SENSITIVE. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with TIRED EYES, BLACK COFFEE AND A CONSTANT AIRPOD IN ONE EAR. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
bullet intro below !
Malcolm had an unconventional start to life considering he ended up going to medical school. His Mom and Dad were both addicts, and while they made sure he was alive in his infant years, from about age 10 he really just raised himself.
He was determined to be more than his parents were, not because they were addicts, he understood that addiction was a disease, not something to be ashamed of, but better in the sense that they did nothing to help themselves. Nothing to help him.
So, he took every free class he could while he was in school, and took every extra curricular possible. But, even with all that, he didn’t get into school for three years after graduating.
In those three years, he had to somehow feed himself, and in his first year of adulthood, he lost both parents to overdoses pretty much back to back, so he then had to figure a way to have a roof over his head.
He worked around the late night diners in New York because they were quiet enough he could study between customers. He was going to school - every year he’d apply until they accepted him. Everything has its time - that was what he used to tell himself.
But, late night diners don’t cover bills in NYC, and it was in one he met Nicola for the first time. They grew quite close, quite quickly, and Malc ended up using her connections to make some less-than-legal money. Of course, he stayed an arms-length away from everything though, sure not to let it mess with his aspirations.
Eventually, everything paid off, and he got a full ride into Columbia. But, he still needed to live so he maintained his connections with Nicola, and overtime they became incredibly close, so much so that when she took her revenge and needed somewhere to lay low and obviously heal up from her almost life threatening injuries, he took her in and took care of her.
Malc, obviously, was determined to graduate top of his med class, and that was exactly what happened. But, there were no placements available in NYC, so he was forced to move up to Boston.
He lived in the city for a while but it was expensive, and junior doctors are not paid well despite the hours they do, so he moved a little way out, to Nightrest.
After a couple years, he was asked to go to Salem Hospital to do a residency program and it was there he met Paisley. They quickly hit it off, and sooner rather than later ended up hooking up and then just kind of stayed together.
They both climbed the hospital ranks quickly, him in the surgery team, her in ER. He thought everything was going fine, until one day she broke up with him, and he’s still not entirely sure why.
Then she was pregnant, and throughout the 9 months he questioned whether it was his, until she was born and immediately he knew it was. But, she wasn’t enough to save their relationship.
He’s tried over the last 3 years to piece together why she left, but every time he brings it up, she avoids the questions and moves the conversation on, or just leaves. He’ll be amicable with her though - for their child.
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Have you ever thought, "man, I have too many doctor's appointments every year!" Want to inject some extra uncertainty into moving to a new city? Are you sick of having all of that medication just lying around for you to take?
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- Call the local hospital and ask for an appointment. The closest one is two weeks out, but you should be able to make it that long if you underdose your medication. You'll feel like shit, but at least it'll stave off SSRI withdrawal.
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- you have twenty days of medication left.
- You get a call back from the hospital. They say the appointment you were booked for before is taken now. The closest appointment is 27 days away. You check that the doctor it's with is covered by your insurance and take it. you have nineteen days of medication left.
- you have eighteen days of medication left. You don't need to take your meds on the weekend, right? You can tough it out. You got good at fighting off the suicidal thoughts when you were a teenager. You hope you've still got it.
- you have seventeen days of medication left. you've felt more tired since you started underdosing. you feel awake. you just can't bring yourself to do anything. why bother.
- you have seventeen days of medication left. it's the weekend. no meds today. you lay in bed and try to ignore the nausea and aches. nothing got done today. you wonder if anything will ever get done in your life. you wonder what the point is if you'll never get anything done.
- you have seventeen days of medication left. still the weekend. no meds. you eat to try and give some feeling to your stomach besides nausea. you keep eating. it's free serotonin, as long as you don't mind the fact that it's making you fatter and uglier with every bite. you mind. you play video games until 1 in the morning to try and distract yourself. you have to get up at 7 tomorrow.
- it's monday. you're tired, but at least you got to take your meds that day. your boss asks if you've been doing okay. you force a smile and say you're fine. you're pretty sure he doesn't care about you anyway, just like everyone else. you have sixteen days of medication left.
- you wonder if the doctor will believe you have adhd. you hope he does. you have a diagnosis, but it wouldn't be the first time someone has denied you treatment because you look "too normal." you have fifteen days of medication left.
- you forgot to turn off the lights when you left the house today. your roommate asked you politely to remember to turn them off to keep the electric bill down. you're positive he hates you. you have fourteen days of medication left.
- you have thirteen days of medication left.
- you have twelve days of medication left
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Reasons To Buy Homeowners Insurance in Brooklyn and Jersey City
Investing in a home creates an asset that may be the most valuable one that an ordinary US citizen gets in life. Protecting it perfectly is the responsibility of the homeowner as well. Sure, maintaining it diligently can keep its value intact. Unfortunately, natural disasters and incidents of theft as well as unintentional damage, may result in heavy expenses. Most homeowners may not have such sums ready and available to deal with the repairs and/or replacement of structures. The right way to make provisions for such risks early on is to buy homeowners insurance in Brooklyn and Jersey City.
There is no limit to coverage, though. One does not have to pay a hefty premium to cover all plausible risks. Instead, it is advisable to opt for standard coverage limits that will include the most dreaded and possible risks. The coverage for almost all homeowners who want to keep their homes well-protected includes the following:-
· Building Structure- The dwelling or living area of the home is covered for all damages that may occur due to a natural disaster or an incident included in the list of perils. Any other structures that may not adjoin the main building are also covered. One can thus claim insurance for the garage(s), shed, or gazebo. About 10% of the premium amount may be provided as compensation for the repair of such structures. Another thing to keep in mind is the need to pay enough premiums to ensure the rebuilding of the structure if needed.
· Possessions- The home is not limited to the walls, floor, and ceiling. Everything present inside is a part of the home too. The insurance company will thus compensate for damage/loss of personal belongings such as furniture, clothes, sports equipment, electronics, and other belongings except valuable jewelry or masterpiece paintings. The latter may be covered but only up to a limit. Damage to trees, shrubs, and plants is also considered a possession and will be compensated for.
· Liability- The insurance carrier will pay for any damages a friend, neighbor, or visitor claims. The liability issues may be settled out of court or take the form of a legal battle within the court. Either way, the homeowner’s insurance will pay for the expenses as long as they are justified. Insurance experts recommend buying additional liability coverage or umbrella coverage to be fully covered despite being held liable. Some companies provide no-fault medical coverage that allows the injured party to submit the medical bills directly to the carrier. This helps the insured to avoid liability claims.
· Additional Living Expenses (ADE) - A natural disaster may damage the home completely, rendering it inhospitable temporarily. The insurance company will foot the bills for moving into an alternative room or hotel during this time. The food bills will be reimbursed along with the living expenses up to a certain limit. Some insurance companies have a time limit for paying these expenses.
Being confident that no danger will befall the home is foolhardy. It is essential to consider purchasing suitable homeowners insurance in Brooklyn and Jersey City to reduce the risks. Additionally, the financier may make insurance a pre-condition for releasing funds too.
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Utah Boating Accident Attorneys
Utah Boating Accident Attorneys
Millions of people every year enjoy boating, jet skiing, and other forms of watercraft. Unfortunately, one wrong move can lead to a motor boat accident. Depending on the conditions and severity of the accident, a motor boat injury could be sustained as a result. Boating accidents result from inexperience, intoxication, equipment failure, poor weather conditions, and simple driver error. The law requires boat operators to exercise a great deal of care and caution when out on the water. When failure to do so leads to injury or wrongful death, they can be held responsible for the aftermath.
Some of the most common types of Utah boating accidents include:
• Drug and alcohol accidents
• Wakeboarding, tubing, or waterskiing accidents
• Parasailing accidents
• Boat collisions
• Commercial fishing boat accidents
Boat accident lawyers can help with all these cases. If you’ve been injured as the result of a boating accident, you may deserve compensation for your compromised health. Almost any Utah boat accident lawyer will tell a client that it is far better to aim for a settlement than a trial. Trials are expensive, lengthy, and have uncertain outcomes.
While you may not get as high of compensation through a settlement as you would have in a trial, the money will come quicker, and the risk will be removed. Because every boating accident is unique, it’s difficult to pinpoint how much money you can settle for. There are two ways to go about arriving at a settlement. The first is to negotiate directly with the person at fault or their insurance company. If the circumstances of the accident are fairly straightforward and show the driver was in neglect, the insurance company will be eager to settle the case. The wiser choice is to seek the advice of a boat accident attorney before moving forward with settlement negotiations. A Utah motor boat injury attorney with experience and expertise in the field will be able to evaluate the case and determine if the potential is there for greater compensation. The boat accident lawyer will be able to argue on your behalf and likely raise the settlement amount.
Legal Fees
Most boat accident attorneys structure their fees on a contingency basis. In other words, their fee comes from the eventual settlement or award. It costs nothing out of pocket for the client. Many of these attorneys will also waive their initial consultation fee, meaning it costs nothing for you to bring your case to them. Seek the advice of at least two or three lawyers before you decide to seek your settlement directly. If you have a strong connection with an attorney during your meeting, hire them. Let them deal with the stressful process.
Compensation
Should your case prove successful, the opposing party may be required to compensate you in several arenas. Here are the most common areas of compensation:
• Medical Bills: Getting treatment after a boating accident can be expensive. Even if you’re properly insured, deductibles and coverage limits could force you to spend much of your own money. Every year, thousands of people are forced to declare bankruptcy from hospital bills alone. Compensation can be used to cover these medical bills, rehabilitation costs, and other expenses related to treatment. If you’ve been injured in a boat accident, these costs may be exorbitant.
• Lost Income: If the boating accident has left you unable to perform your job duties or forced you to take time off from work, the opposing party may have to compensate you for lost income. If a doctor can attest that your injuries are directly responsible for the missed work, it may be incumbent upon the defendant to pay for the lost time. If the accident left you permanently disabled, the compensation may have to be great enough to cover future lost wages as well. This takes away the financial stress of having to miss work.
• Pain and Suffering: Many states have done away with punitive damages in these personal injury cases, but pain and suffering can still be a factor when a jury considers their verdict. A traumatic boating accident could lead not just too physical pain but to emotional anguish as well. Professional therapy is sometimes needed to find ways to cope with this mental pain. Compensation can be used to pay for this treatment.
Claim Process
To successfully bring a boating accident case to fruition, there are some steps you should follow. The first step is to file a boating accident report with the correct law enforcement body. The faster you can get a legal record of the incident in the system; the better off you’ll be when it comes time to talk compensation. Next, gather as many names and phone numbers of witnesses that you can. Take photographs of the accident, your injuries, and any property damage that occurred as the result of the boat crash. Seek medical attention for your injuries. This may be the first step if your injuries are severe. Always worry about your health first. Lastly, take copious notes about what you remember. Memories are unreliable and can change over time. If you have notes to look back on, it will prevent you from misremembering later. Boat accidents come in all stripes, sizes, and types. Whether you’ve been injured at sea or simply want to keep yourself abreast of the hazards, it can be instructive to know something about common forms of boat injury.
The three primary boat accident categories are those that occur due to:
• An error on the driver’s part
• Equipment failure
• Environmental factors
Of the three, operator error accounts for the biggest slice of the pie. Boating injuries can result from incompetence, inexperience, alcohol and drugs, rule violations, and other forms of negligence. It is also worth noting that not all accidents have a single point of blame. In many cases, two or more factors may come into play. If this is the case in your accident, don’t let that stop you from seeking compensation. A good boat accident attorney can make a case for you even if you share in some of the blame. Leave it to a judge, jury, or impartial panel to decide who most at fault in the accident was.
Prevent Boat Accidents: Follow Boating Safety Guidelines
Boating should be a fun and safe experience for everyone. Here are some standard guidelines to further prevent boating accidents:
• Remain Sober: By consuming drugs or alcohol while boating, you significantly increase your chances of being involved in a boat accident. Statistically 35% of boating accidents that resulted in a fatality involved drugs and/or alcohol, and 20% of all boating accidents have reported to involve drugs or alcohol.
• Regularly maintain and safety equipment: Standard boating safety equipment includes life jackets, fire extinguishers, first aid kits, lights, flotation devices, an anchor, and emergency supplies.
• Learn standard boating safety: Regularly check exhaust. Carbon monoxide exposure is deadly and can lead to a boating accident. Maintain and test carbon monoxide detectors on each voyage. Regularly inspect your boat for damage, cracks, or leaks.
• Make necessary safety preparations: Always tell someone where you are going if you are leaving on a boat trip. Do not overload your boat because excessive weight can affect the boats performance and potentially cause a boating accident. Follow proper boat launching etiquette to ensure your safety and the safety of others.
• Wear a life jacket: In almost all fatal boating accidents, the victim was not wearing their life jacket. If you become injured and are unable to swim a life jacket can save your life.
• Follow standard navigation and boating rules: This can help avoid accidents with other boats or boating accidents involving stationary objects such as buoys, rocks, ramps, etc.
• Stay Observant: Keeping a watchful eye can help avoid boat accidents and keep you and your passengers safe from injury. Weather and water conditions and the locations of other boats must be paid attention to at all time, negligence of these things are often responsible for boat accidents.
Boat Accidents and Injuries: Laws
Boating laws vary from Utah to the east coast, but there are some general rules regarding negligence that tend to stay somewhat uniform. Before you purchase or rent any watercraft, know the law for your safety and the safety of others. If you’ve been injured as the result of someone else’s negligence, the law states that you have the right to seek reasonable compensation. In a case like this, evidence should point to carelessness or malicious intent on the part of the driver at fault. In order to reach an agreeable settlement, the plaintiff must show that monetary damages occurred as the result of the accident. With the assistance of a good boating accident lawyer, you can fight for your rightful compensation.
Reporting and Documenting
Federal law requires that if you have been involved in a boating accident which resulted in an injury or damage exceeding 2,000 dollars that you must file a report with your state boating authority and local law enforcement. Here are the precise requirements to report a boating accident within 48 hrs:
If a person dies due to the boat accident
• Any person needs medical attention outside of standard first aid
• A person has disappeared as a result of the boat accident
If no one was harmed during your boat accident, you are required to file a boating accident report within 10 days if there is damage to the involved boats or someone’s property.
Common Types of Boating Accidents
• Commercial Boating Accidents: When you make your living on the water, every day presents unique dangers. Careless operations, equipment failures, and deck fires are just a few of the ways in which seamen can suffer life-changing injuries. Whether you work on a tanker, barge, tugboat, or any other commercial vessel, a serious injury can keep you laid up and out of work for a long time.
• Jet Ski Accidents: Jet skis and other personal watercraft can be fun and exhilarating. But a combination of speed, water conditions, and a lack of experience or instruction can lead to tragic consequences. So too can operating such craft under the influence of alcohol or drugs or while disregarding basic safety rules. Being so close to the surface and fully exposed with minimal if any protective gear, Jet Ski operators are particularly vulnerable to serious injuries or death.
• Yacht Accidents: Money may be able to buy you a beautiful yacht, but it doesn’t necessarily buy owners or operators of yachts the proper training and experience to safely operate such large and hard to maneuver vessels. This, along with many other factors such as speeding, ignoring safety rules, failing to maintain the vessel, and failing to follow navigational rules, can lead to injuries to passengers as well as those on other boats. No matter the cause or nature of injuries caused in a yacht accident, a good lawyer can help victims of boater negligence get compensation for their injuries.
• Shrimping and Fishing Boat Accidents: Boat owners owe their crewmen a duty to provide a safe working environment, which includes maintaining and operating the boat properly. If fishing or shrimping boat crewman is injured through negligence, he may claim damages for lost wages, lost earning capacity, pain and suffering, disability, disfigurement, and medical expenses.
• Pontoon Boat Accidents: Among the types of boating accidents to consider, one type relates to pontoon boats. Pontoon boats are perfect for a relaxing afternoon on the water, but the fact that they aren’t built for speed like other types of boats doesn’t mean they are free from danger. In fact, passengers on pontoon boats may be even more at risk for injuries. More people die in pontoon boat accidents every year than in Jet Ski accidents, for example. That can be due to conduct such as “bow riding,” or sitting outside railings on the edge of the boat, dangling feet over the side. This can lead to drowning, propeller accidents, and run-over accidents. Poor training, alcohol use, and failure to follow safety rules can all contribute to pontoon boat injuries or deaths. Operators of the boat as well as concessionaires who rent pontoon boats can be held accountable for their negligence.
• Marina and Dock Accidents: Not all boating accidents happen away from shore. Dockworkers, longshoremen, and others who work or are present on marinas or docks can be injured when boats or other equipment are operated or maintained negligently. Workers may have remedies under the Jones Act and other federal law, and we have the experience and knowledge of dock operations to effectively obtain compensation for our injured clients.
• Party Boat Accidents: It’s no surprise that alcohol can be the culprit in many party boat accidents, whether it is an intoxicated operator who causes a collision, or a drunk passenger who falls overboard. But other factors may lead to serious injuries as well, and when those injuries are the result of negligence on the part of the owner, operator, or others responsible for the boat, we fight to hold those parties responsible.
• Waterskiing and Towing Accidents: Being pulled behind a boat at high speed can result in horrific injuries when vulnerable and unprotected individuals crash into the water, other boats, or other objects such as docks and wharfs. If the driver of the boat acts recklessly or in violation of safety rules, they can be held accountable for the injuries they inflict on those who put their trust in them.
Types of Boating Injuries
This includes obtaining compensation for those injured in:
• Propeller Accidents – serious lacerations, dismemberment, and internal injuries are just a few of the impacts that the sharp, rapidly spinning blades of a propeller can inflict on those in the water as well as those on the boat.
• Run-over Accidents: Swimmers or passengers who fall overboard can suffer traumatic brain injuries, spinal injuries, disfigurement, and death when run-over by a boat.
• Overboard Accidents: When passengers or workers fall overboard, the impact can not only seriously injure them but can also render them unconscious. This, along with rough water conditions or an inability to swim, can lead to drowning.
• Drowning Accidents: Any time spent on a boat can lead to time spent in the water unexpectedly. Dangerous conditions, lack of life jackets or ability to swim, and injuries which interfere with a person’s ability to stay above water can cause drowning accidents.
• Slip and Falls on a Vessel: As do owners of property on land, boat owners and operators must keep their decks and other surfaces free from slip and fall dangers which can lead to serious injury.
• Crew Member Accidents: The nature of the work and equipment used on commercial vessels present constant dangers to crew members.
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dryadgurrl has had to move house suddenly and unexpectedly after almost a decade in their home; they were laid off in January and haven't been able to find unemployment especially since most gig economy jobs require a car, and after being given notice they needed to vacate their home, the expense of moving ate up the rest of their savings. They're in stable housing but don't have enough to cover both bills and groceries; you can read more and reblog here or support the fundraiser here.
Anon linked to a fundraiser for ladyyatexel/Xel, who needs to raise about $700 to pay rent on the 15th; Xel is currently unemployed and needs funding for medication in addition. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here; Xel is also offering commissions (available at the tumblr link) and selling buttons and prints through an KoFi shop.
mid-nighttiger linked to a fundraiser for a friend, Katherine, a cosplayer (501st and Rebel Legion, among others) who was in a serious car accident and has had a gofundme set up for her medical expenses; you can read more and reblog Mid-Nighttiger's post here or support the fundraiser here.
shrewreadings linked to a fundraiser for artist and wildfire management student katy-l-wood, who caught COVID and needs some help to pay this week's bills; you can purchase from their shop here or support the fundraiser here.
chingaderita's partner's family house recently caught fire and completely burned, killing his grandmother and causing extensive property loss; they're raising funds in part to help support their partner, who is understandably in a bad place emotionally and isn't sure his jobs will take him back after taking time to deal with this, and they're also in need of money for medications. You can read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.
Yvette is a disabled single parent displaced from her home by flooding, and her cat Yumi has had to undergo $4K in emergency surgery; she is recovering well, but needs follow-up care that is difficult to afford on top of the surgery costs, even after help from a friend. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.
Recurring Needs:
rilee16 is raising funds to cover utilities after having to use bill money to cover rent and late fees; Rilee also needs to be able to pay for medication. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.
gwydion's very elderly car broke down in late October; the repair, to a cooling hose, has cheap parts but expensive labor, and ate most of zir budget for the month. Ze can't do without a car, being disabled, but can't afford to replace it either; ze's raising $280 to help cover bills and the repair. You can give via PayPal here.
gwydion linked to a fundraiser for Squirrel, a good friend who has recently lost his job and needs to raise about $800 to cover bills and food; Squirrel has had a lot of interviews and believes he will have an offer but won't start work until December. You can give via paypal here.
gwydion linked to a fundraiser for a friend, whose dog Rosie needs medical care, dental work, and special food; you can read more and give here at gofundme.
And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.
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thats probably how things work in ireland. but chicago pd takes place in america. kim is a cop so she probably has some kind of insurance that would have cover the cost of her medical bills. if insurance doesnt cover it i dont think kim would have let adam help her pay for it. maybe now but not then. soccer is after school activity so its free. violin if its private then they have to pay. if its part of school then no. ice skating isnt really that expensive. there are usually discounts for childrens and senior citizens. i never said i wanted adam to buy a condo for kim and mack. i used the word condo because thats what he almost bought for him and hailey. i want him to buy kim and mack a big, beautiful, expensive house with a big yard in a nice neighborhood like uncle theo’s house. im sure there are neighborhoods with big fancy houses that have kids around 😂 again if adam can afford to buy the condo in s6 that means he has more than enough money to buy a big, beautiful, expensive house and money for other stuff like vacations, mack’s college tuitions which btw there are scholarships and grants and aids for so she wouldnt have to pay anything unless she plays to stay in dorm, mack’s private extracurricular activities. even if adam can no longer afford to buy expensive house im sure there are big, beautiful houses that are affordable. idk it just seems insulting and unfair to kim he was ready to move in with hailey and buy a big, fancy, expensive condo with her after only few weeks of dating and knowing her for a year atp. but with kim he was dragging his feet about moving in with her after dating her for 2 years and being engaged to her. and now after 10 years and raising a kid with her he buys her and their kid a cheap, ugly, small, unsafe house instead of a big, beautiful, expensive place like he almost buy for hailey. he almost took hailey on trip to his uncle cabin but he has yet to take kim and mack on trip or vacation. its a good thing kim doesnt know about any of this. i hope burzek house burns down. not while they are inside ofc! maybe then adam will buy them a big, beautiful, expensive house like he should have in the 1st place. even if he cant afford expensive house im sure there are big, beautiful houses that are affordable. adam and kim arent the only characters in oc who have a kid. if cindy and herman can afford to pay for a nice, big, beautiful house with 5 kids and cruz and cindy with 2 kids then adam and kim who only have 1 kid can afford it too!
His “relationship” with Hailey was very different
They weren’t serious, they were having fun
What if he doesn’t have that kind of money anymore? What if he can’t afford it?
Kim and Mack literally don’t care
He bought a house for his family
They are fixing it up
But what matters most is the loving family inside of the home
Idk why this is such a big deal lol
Literally nobody cares
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