#alexa home routines

[magicratfingers]

me trying to find a time-management method

We have a bird playing on our skylight window.

[unheavenlycreatures]

update: local lesbian forced to learn at least very basic coding. 7 dead 32 injured

[medickpidia]

Information 

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[weretentaclegirl]

Your werewolf FBI agent

The werewolf fbi agent assigned to you catches you fucking yourself one night.

Actually, he wasn’t supposed to be monitoring you through your phone at night but he was bored and lonely and he got curious about your night routine so he used his credentials and got access to your phone’s camera and mic, right on time to watch you cum. He wasn’t expecting that, and knew he should’ve felt guilty and turned it off, but just that little glimpse made him so fucking hard he had to stroke his dick and keep watching in hopes you’d keep going. And of course you did, cumming multiple times and falling asleep with your phone still in front of your face. And he came so hard he had to change his sheets immediately. And now he’s obsessed. 

When the sun’s out he tells himself he wouldn’t do it that day. That it was wrong and he could get in trouble if someone ever finds out. But as soon as he gets home he loses the battle and tunes in for the show, semi hard cock already in hand. He gets aroused even when you're doing mundane things, like following a recipe or watching tv while browsing on tumblr. That’s like foreplay to him until you’re ready to go to bed and start touching yourself.

At first he was fine with what little of you could be seen through your phone; it was enough for him to see your adorable flushed face and hear your moans. But as days pass his obsession grows. He needs to see your body from all the angles he can get so he hacks your security system. He even gets into your house one day when you’re out and installs his personal cameras and a few hidden mics here and there. He sends subliminal messages with his own voice through your alexa when you’re asleep to break your mind and get you fucking yourself for hours on end. You’ve never been into monsters but suddenly you’re interested in buying a knotted dildo after getting tons of ads of this specific model that supposedly emulates the real thing, and is even modeled after a real werewolf dick! 

It’s all a fantasy to him, and it's not harming you so what’s the problem? It’s not like he’s going to make a move on you, right?

[ezzybrownmedia]

Experience Smart Living with Echo Show 10 (3rd Gen)

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[clovermoters]

Die with a smile - ln4

lando gets kicked off his spotify, but he’s happy about it.

warnings - just fluff bc i was bored !!

Lando was sitting in the lounge of the MTC, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. He had an early morning meeting with Zac and Andrea, resulting in him having to leave you home asleep in your warm bed.

He had his headphones on, opting to listen to music while he waited. watching the sun start to peak over the horizon, making its way into the sky.

Suddenly his music stopped.

He furrowed his brows checking his phone, thinking he accidentally paused it. He's even more confused to see that the device connected to his spotify account had been changed.

His music was now playing through…. an alexa…

Your alexa.

the alexa back home in your shared apartment.

Suddenly it clicks in his mind.

You were playing music at home, through the alexa while you were getting ready, completely unaware that you’ve interrupted his music.

He chuckled to himself as he watched the songs play through, becoming a spectator on his own spotify that he's been momentarily kicked off while he assumes you get ready for the brunch you mentioned to him the evening prior.

He decides to wait until you’re done with the alexa to play his music again. Not wanting to disturb your morning concert. Images of you dancing around the apartment while rushing your daily routine play through his mind.

He opens a note in his phone, jotting down all the songs you play, wanting to make them into playlists to play for you, specifically in the car.

The next song you play causes him to smile down at his phone like a lovestruck idiot.

“Die with a smile - Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga”

He imagines you singing your heart out to what's been your new favorite song recently (he's heard you talk about how good it is for days now, how you're certain it's going to win song of the year at the grammys next year.) He feels (semi) bad for the sweet elderly couple who lives next door to you two. Hoping the sound of your voice at 8am wasn't the worst alarm clock in the world.

In his humble opinion, he’d choose your voice over an alarm clock any day. to him you have the voice of an angel and adored hearing you sing your heart out like you were the next best contestant on The Voice.

When the song ended he waited a minute to make sure another wasn't queued. When no song began to play, he made sure to change the output device back to his headphones, returning back to his series of songs.

opening your messages, he sends you a quick text

morning pretty girl! hope you slept well and enjoy your brunch with the girls, i’ll see you when i get home.. i love you!!

he quickly hit sent and shoves his phone into his pocket perfectly timing Zac’s entrance into the room. standing up he follows Zac into the conference room, putting his headphones back into their respective case. excited to see what songs you choose to listen to tomorrow.

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a/n - lmao i wrote this in like 10 mins but i saw it on tiktok and i was like “awwwh lets make this lando”

[tellingtell5]

What we do in the shadows 《Remmick, sinners x reader 》

A/N: I was watching What We Do in the Shadows and this idea popped into my head. I had so much fun writing it. I mean, I love dominant Remmick, I love pathetic Remmick… But what about Remmick just trying to survive the 21st century with his familiar—who also happens to be the reincarnation of his human lover??

Remmick x Reader

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You (looking into camera, clearly exhausted):

I’m his familiar. I take care of everything. I clean. I shop. I deal with the dead raccoons in the attic.

(sighs)

And eventually... he promised I’ll be turned.

(pause)

He said that… like, six reincarnations ago

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CAMERA ON: You and Remmick mid-argument. Remmick is holding an iPhone with two fingers, like it might explode. You’re pacing.

YOU Okay—just press the little circle. That’s the Home button.

REMMICK (overlapping, frowning at phone) It does nothing. I press the circle and it mocks me.

YOU You’re not pressing it, you’re tapping it. Like it’s a cursed talisman.

REMMICK Because maybe it is. (gestures at screen) It knows where I am. It calls me by name. With the voice of a seductive ghost.

YOU That’s Siri.

REMMICK She’s haunting me.

YOU She’s an AI.

REMMICK She’s a spy. I heard her speak in tongues at 3:17 a.m.

YOU That was a Dua Lipa remix.

REMMICK (genuinely lost) I don’t know what that means!!

Beat. You both stare at each other, breathing heavily. You break eye contact first and turn toward the Alexa Dot.

YOU (dryly) Alexa, play The Rocky Road to Dublin.

ALEXA (cheerfully) Playing The Rocky Road to Dublin on Spotify.

Traditional Irish music starts playing. You walk off screen.

YOU (to camera as you pass) She listens better than he does.

CUT TO: REMMICK ALONE

Remmick crouches slowly in front of the Alexa Dot. The camera zooms in as he lowers his voice to a near-whisper.

REMMICK (serious, reverent)Excuse me... ma’am... would you play Sammy Moore... for me?

Alexa continues playing. No reaction. Remmick stares. Beat.

REMMICK (wounded) She ignores me. (quietly) Just like the Baroness of Aljezur.

TALKING HEAD – REMMICK

Remmick sits in a dimly lit armchair, holding the iPhone upside down.

REMMICK Technology is a cruel mistress. (beat) She lures you in with soft glows… and then betrays you with updates. (beat) Also, she keeps asking me to “enable location services.” I will never.

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CAMERA ON: You. Blocking Remmick’s path.

You're standing directly in front of the coat rack he keeps mistaking for a Prussian war general. Arms crossed. Jaw set. He tries to step left. You step left. Right. You follow.

YOU (flatly) You said you’d turn me last spring. Then you said autumn. Now you’re saying “after the eclipse.” Which one?

REMMICK (calmly, without blinking) The eternal one. (beat) Also the total lunar eclipse of 2033. That one’s more feasible.

CAMERA ZOOMS in slowly as neither of you breaks eye contact. Off-screen: a loud crash in the attic. Probably that raccoon again. You both ignore it.

YOU (tight smile, inhale through nose) Why won’t you do it?

REMMICK (dramatic pause — he lives for them) Because… (he takes a slow step forward) …the moment I turn you… you stop being reborn. (another long beat) And I… lose the joy of falling in love with you again.

Silence. Somewhere, a synth-heavy ballad plays faintly from a Bluetooth speaker no one remembers connecting.

You blink. Your lip does the involuntary quiver it sometimes does when he pulls this “tragic poet” routine. For a second, it lands.

YOU (softly) That’s… really romantic.

Beat.

You nod. Then you lean down, grab the werewolf-stained boot from by the door, and shove it into his chest.

YOU (back to full volume) Still doesn’t excuse making me clean the werewolf piss out of these.

REMMICK (clutching the boot like it’s a holy relic) That werewolf was a duke in 1784.

YOU Cool. He still peed on your Aldo knockoffs.

CUT TO: TALKING HEAD – REMMICK

He’s sitting in a candlelit room next to a taxidermy owl wearing a scarf. The boot sits on his lap.

REMMICK There’s a difference between love and commitment. (beat) Love is eternal. Commitment is… cleaning the boots of my enemies.

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You stare straight at the camera, very serious.

YOU (deadpan): I’ve loved him seventeen times. I died in twelve of those lives. (beat) Honestly, I think that’s romantic.

[CUT TO REMMICK TALKING HEAD]

REMMICK (concerned): Keeps a journal titled "Ways I’ve Died for Him." It's… alphabetical.

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It’s sticky, dimly lit, and absolutely packed with off-duty vampires, familiars, and one zombie in a mesh tank top. The camera crew pans to you, trying to sign Remmick up at the tiny booth, while he stares at a glowing cocktail like it’s a poisoned relic.

You grab the clipboard.

YOU: Okay, you’re doing Total Eclipse of the Heart.

REMMICK (flat, deeply unimpressed): I lived through three actual eclipses. I wept at all of them.

SMASH CUT TO: REMMICK ON STAGE

He’s standing alone under a spotlight, like a man awaiting execution. Mic in hand, face full of dread. The screen flashes the lyrics. He reads them slowly, baffled.

REMMICK (mumbling): “There’s nothing I can do… a total eclipse of the heart…” (beat) What does this mean?

YOU (off-stage, yelling): Just sing it, you eternal drama queen!

He sighs. Looks up at the crowd, then narrows his eyes like he’s about to issue a curse.

REMMICK: Fine. But know this—this song once summoned a demon in Prague.

The synth kicks in.

And then… he sings. You don’t know where it comes from—some deep, haunted well of theatrical agony—but he nails it. The room is silent. Even the vampire in a New Order tee presses a hand to their undead chest.

CUT TO: TALKING HEAD – YOU

You’re holding a plastic cup of neon blue. Eyes wide.

YOU: He actually kind of nailed it. I think two goths in the back started crying.

He said he’d never do karaoke. (pause) He also said the moon told him to burn my AirPods last week. So we’re learning that his boundaries are fluid.

CUT TO: REMMICK – STAGE – FINAL CHORUS

He’s on one knee now, belting “THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DOOOO…” like it’s an ancient curse breaking through his soul.

A single tear rolls down his cheek.

One vampire faints.

You clap. You don’t even know why.

You're proud. And terrified. Mostly both.

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You're pacing dramatically in front of him.

YOU: Why won’t you bite me? Do you not love me this time?

REMMICK (sighs): I do love you. I just... I want you to be sure.

YOU: I was sure in the French Revolution! I was sure during the Viking raids! I was sure when we were both pigeons for that one weird lifetime!

CUT TO: TALKING HEAD – REMMICK: ...the pigeon life was complicated.

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You're scrolling on your phone excitedly.

YOU: Look! It’s me! 1812. “Beloved tailor. Died of love.” That was you. You broke my heart in that life!

REMMICK (gently): You also fell into a river while screaming my name.

YOU: Don’t act like that wasn’t beautiful.

[CUT TO REMMICK TALKING HEAD]

REMMICK: Wants to take a road trip to visit all the graves. I suggested Disney World. But said, “Only if we stop at the 1873 coffin.”

[captain-huggy-bear]

Can I get a cute domestic night w/ kess?

I'm not sure if I like this idea but here it is anyway! Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You're on drying duty, Michael on washing up. It's the sort of routine you've fallen into, something that happens every evening that Michael's not on a roadie. Music playing over the Alexa, some random shuffled playlist that combines your tastes in music into one mashup of songs. Half of which don't match or fit each other, but they work for the two of you.

You dry the plates because Michael knows that you hate when you touch wet food or bits from plates and bowls, that it makes you squeamish and overstimulated. Michael washes the dishes because he doesn't really mind, doesn't care if his hands get wet or if he touches something wet.

It's the sort of soft quietness, the sort domestic routine that's everyday but never ceases to make you appreciate your relationship with Michael. How easy things are. How he passes you plates and bowls at a rate that matches you're drying up, how neither of you need to really speak at all because it simply works. It's the sort of domesticity, the sort of routine you miss whenever he's on a roadie, how suddenly you have to do both washing and drying. How the playlist suddenly makes you notice Michael's absence and even the hoodies you steal make you melancholy.

But when Michael's here? It's easy. It's easy in the way he always puts away the stuff on the higher shelves, the glasses and mugs, while you put the plates and bowls away. In the way Michael offers to take the rubbish out to the bins while you wipe down the counters in socked feet.

It's cold out and Michael almost trips on his slides as he tries to put the rubbish in the bin as quickly as possible. When he finally gets back to the door of the kitchen he can't help but stop in the doorway, the cold feeling becoming a mere faint niggling thought at the back of his mind because you're sliding around the kitchen in your fluffy socks.

He can't help the goofy grin that stretches across his lips as he watches you. You're dancing around the kitchen to some song on the playlist that he doesn't know the name of, feet sliding in your fluffy socks, hands holding a disinfectant spray and a cloth as you wipe down the sides as you move.

He's quiet as he closes the back door, leaning back against it just to watch you. The way you start singing along, off key but full of the sort of joy that makes it sound better. How you take extra care on a spot that seems to be stubborn by the stove...fuck, it's the sort of stuff he misses when he's away. Those moments that are so normal, so simple but they're you and him, in your shared home, making a life together.

You're enjoying yourself, waiting for Michael to get back, singing along to a new song you added to the playlist. Well, you're enjoying yourself until your foot slips in your fluffy socks, too slippery against the tile floor, letting out a screech as you start to pitch backwards, arms cartwheeling around to try to gain your balance. The cloth and the spray bottle go flying as you let them go on instinct.

But sturdy arms are around you within a split second, a warm chest against your back as Michael slips behind you to catch you before you can fall more than a few inches.

"Can't leave you alone for five minutes, baby..." He's slipping his arms through and underneath yours, lifting you back to your feet with a sort of ease that would frustrate you if it wasn't so attractive.

"You're stupid floor is slippy..." You grumble and pout even as you turn to face him, letting his hands slip around your hips and pull you into his chest. Michael grins down at you like you're the funniest person on earth, fingers digging into your hips like it's hard not to draw you closer.

"You mean our stupid floor, angel. You live here or did you move out while I was gone?" You're adorable, the way your cheeks puff out as you pout at him, his hoodie making you look cosy and warm. He can't help but tease you because he can, because he gets to see you like this and spend time with you like this...

"I'm living with Tuna now, I was going to leave a note." Your pout is false, the sort of clearly fake act of being upset with him that tells him you're teasing him as much as he's teasing you and he can't help it. He's goofy at the best of times but you bring an extra level of ridiculous out in Michael, like a school boy trying to impress you all the time by making you laugh harder, smile wider.

He falls back to the floor, sprawling at your feet dramatically, hand to his forehead, eyes closed as if you're killing him, as if he's fainted at the suggestion that you're leaving him for Tuna.

"It's because I don't have a beard, right? I'll grow one for you, angel, promise, just don't go and live with Tuna, please!"

"Michael! Get up!" You laugh at him because it's hard to be serious when he's 6ft 5, sprawled across the floor looking like you've ended his world but still unable to hide his own smile.

"How can I when my girlfriend is leaving me for Tuna?" He opens one eye from where is forearm is dramatically, smile widening when he sees the way you grin and laugh, mission firmly accomplished.

"Okay, okay, i'm not leaving you for Tuna, I promise!"

"You promise?" He bounces to his feet so easily from laying on the ground that it's actually pretty impressive, suddenly towering over you, crowding you against the kitchen counter. He's had enough of laying on ground, of the space between the two of you. The tip of Michael's nose rubbing against your own.

"I promise."

"Good." Michael's mouth slants over yours, lips firm, but not harsh. The sort of kiss that you sigh into while your arms wrap around his neck to hold him as close to you as possible. The sort of kiss that you lose yourself into, barely noticing the stretch of your calves as you stand on your tip toes or or the fact that the counter edge is digging into your back because this is it. This is you and Michael and life together for the foreseeable future, hopefully forever.

[lezbianz]

12 year old me’s daily routine:

- wake up

- make cup of coffee, drink it; make another, drink that

- open up iphone 4; blog about lance voltron for about 5-10 minutes

- go to school; come home

- put on pandora panic at the disco station on family’s Amazon Alexa™️

- make cup of coffee, drink it; make cup of coffee, drink it; make cup of coffee, drink it

- [if i had $5 on me that day] walk to convenience store; buy 2 packs of tasteykake krimpets + a family size bag of herr’s sour cream and onion chips; walk home

- eat first pack of krimpets; eat bag of sour cream and onion chips; eat second pack of krimpets

- put krimpet wrappers in bag of sour cream and onion chips; roll up bag, stuff in trash, hidden under a paper towel and other miscellaneous pieces of garbage

- blog about voltron, 1-5 hours

- do homework

- shower

- blog about voltron some more

- sleep, eventually

- rinse & repeat

[babydollmarauders]

TOLERATE IT — JOHN MARINO

john marino x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n’s love is tolerated at best, and she wonders what ever happened to her loving boyfriend

warnings: not much dialogue in the beginning?, happy or sad ending depending on the way you look at it, not proofread.

notes: i love writing angst but as a john girlie, this hurt me— but i did this to myself

the page turns, John’s fingers skimming it gently.

his head is dipped low, one leg perched on the other. he’s sat on the other end of the sofa, engrossed in his book; whereas i pay no attention to the movie that plays on the tv, rather watching him instead.

his demeanor is peaceful, and i know better than to actually disturb him. this is some of the only time he gets to relax, and i don’t want to take that away from him. so i sit quietly instead, just enjoying the rare company.

but i can’t help but wish he would actually do something with me. watch a movie, cuddle, talk, anything. instead i’m subjected to medium silence and the sound of paper flipping.

i turn the tv off, rising from the couch, and his eyes flicker up at my movement, but he dismisses it quickly, going back to his book.

“i’m going to bed.” i tell him softly, quietly yearning for him to join me, but instead he just hums in acknowledgment. “are you gonna join me?”

his eyes scan the page for a few more seconds as i stand before him, waiting for his response. finally, he looks up at me properly, shaking his head.

“no, i’m good.”

my heart sinks at his reply, but i nod, “okay.”

i spend my entire bedtime routine hoping that he’ll walk into the room. that maybe he’ll change his mind and for once, we’ll go to bed together; like we did early in our relationship. but when i climb into an empty bed and he’s still in the living room, i have to accept the fact that it’s not happening. that those days are apparently over.

**

i stir in my sleep, shifting under the weight of an arm draped over my waist, and for a second my heart leaps in my chest, thinking John has decided to cuddle me as i slept. but when i turn under his touch, my eyes fluttering open, i find him asleep. the spooning an unconscious movement, and as soon as it’s started, it’s already over, his arm drawing back as he moves in his slumber to lay on his back.

i settle on my side, resting my head in my hand as i watch the steady rise and fall of his chest in the darkness of the room. the silence piercing as i watch him breathe.

what ever happened to the boy who held me as we slept? the same one who comforted me when people criticized our five year age gap. the one who told me he would do anything to keep me happy.

***

my heart races in my chest as i set the dining table.

the usual plastic plates and cups being replaced for fine china and wine glasses. a singular candle is lit in the middle of the table, next to the steaming pasta that waits to be served. homemade french bread sits beside it, a dish of herb infused butter resting atop of the wood as well.

i spent all day in the kitchen, making everything from scratch. the noodles, the sauce, the bread, the butter, all done today by me. as well as John’s favorite chocolate cake, in which i got the recipe from his mother.

it’s officially our two year anniversary, and i took advantage of the fact that John had practice today and then was going to the gym. i figured a slightly early dinner and then dessert would be a good plan before i gave him his present and then hopefully we would make our way to the bedroom.

but now i sit in my seat at the table, awaiting his return. he had told me he would be home by six, but the clock on the dining room wall displays that it’s a quarter past seven and he still isn’t home.

i’ve stuck the food into the oven to keep warm at this point, but the empty chair across from me and the soft music that floats through the house taunts me.

“alexa, stop the music.” the instrumental cuts off abruptly, tears welling in my eyes at my boyfriends absence.

i’m just about ready to eat by myself and call it an early night when i hear the front door open, footsteps echoing through the house, getting closer and closer. they halt when he reaches the dining room, and i look up to find him standing in the doorway.

his brows are threaded together, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

“you made dinner?” he questions, setting his bag on the ground beside him.

i perk up immediately, disappointing myself with how quickly i’m ready to move past his lateness.

“yeah.” i smile, motioning toward the empty seat. “take a seat, i’ll go grab it out of the oven! i was waiting for you to get home.”

he nods, sitting down as i scurry towards the kitchen. i bring the pasta and bread and butter out one at a time before taking my seat across from him.

i’m on the edge of my seat, eagerly awaiting his praise for my cooking and the setup, or even just a ‘happy anniversary, baby.’ but it never comes. we eat silently as he scrolls on his phone, and when he finishes his food, he quickly stands to dismiss himself.

“wait!” he stops at my shout, furrowing his brows at me. “i made cake.”

my eyes are soft, silently begging him to stay.

despite the fact that he evidently forgot our anniversary, i’m still eager to please him; vying for his attention and love, the best i can.

he nods, settling back down in his seat.

“dinner, cake, wine, and glass plates?” he laughs, “you were feeling fancy tonight.”

my heart shatters in my chest. even though i know he forgot the date, it still hurts to hear him speak like it’s just another day. proving even further that he doesn’t know how special today is.

“well, yeah, it’s-” i’m so close to reminding him, but then i think of how guilty he’ll feel, and i stop. “it’s just been a good day.”

i plaster a smile on my lipstick covered lips, hoping he’ll buy it; and he does. he gives me a small smile back and i excuse myself to the kitchen, taking a moment to blink back tears before i cut into the cake, setting a slice on a plate and hurrying back to him.

i place the dessert in front of him, before sitting back down, just watching him as he eats. i’m no longer in a cake mood, my appetite gone as i push my still only half eaten pasta around my plate.

“Jack said hi, by the way.” he speaks between bites and i hum.

“that’s nice, i’ll have to text him.” i acknowledge. “i talked to your mom today.”

“you did?”

“yeah, i called her for the cake recipe.” i explain. “she said to tell you to call her.”

maybe she can remind him what day it is, seeing as she remembered it as soon as i called her.

“okay, i’ll call her soon.” he tells me, finishing his last bite before he stands once more.

“anything else, or can i take a shower now?” he asks, as though i’ve inconvenienced him somehow.

“you can shower.” i wait until he’s walking away, heading down the hallway to our room before i speak again, lowly whispering. “happy anniversary.”

i know i deserve better; that my love should be celebrated. i know that i deserve someone who will remember our anniversary; maybe even someone who will get me flowers just because and who will spend time with me and appreciate my love rather than tolerate it, but i love him.

***

i sit backwards, on my knees on a chair in the living room, facing the front door. i wait eagerly, checking the time on my phone religiously.

i know John should be home soon. a week long roadie finally ending with his long awaited return.

it’s half past two in the morning, much later than i normally stay up, but i refuse to let him arrive home without a proper welcoming.

my eyes are half lidded, but excitement still courses through my veins, remembering his three goals and seven assists in this past four games.

i perk up at the sound of the front door unlocking, watching with baited breath as it creaks open. John steps through the doorway, looking exhausted, slipping his shoes off and dropping his roadie bag on the floor.

i squeal excitedly, gaining his attention as i hop off my chair and run straight into his arms.

“welcome home, Johnny!” i cheer, snaking my arms around his neck, and jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

he stiffens for a split-second, letting out an ‘oomph’ before his hands fly to my butt to hold my weight.

“jesus, y/n, warn a guy, would you?” he huffs out a laugh and i lean back to look at his face, expecting a smile but all i see is a blank expression and tired eyes.

i give a sad smile, unwrapping my legs and letting my body slide down his.

suddenly, i feel incredibly insecure, my happy mood diminishing and quickly being replaced by regret.

“you’re right, i’m sorry.” i breathe out, backing away. “i guess i was overly excited.”

i turn quickly in order to keep him from seeing my now glassy eyes, tears threatening to spill as i retreat down the hall to our bedroom.

i don’t expect for him to accompany me, but suddenly i can hear his footsteps behind me, slowly following.

“what was that?” he questions as we reach the bedroom.

i can feel myself reaching my boiling point, choosing to ignore his words as i walk into the en-suite bathroom. i turn the shower water on, but he follows me into the bathroom too.

“y/n.”

y/n. not ‘babe’ or ‘love’. just y/n.

i swallow the lump in my throat before i turn to face him.

“aren’t you gonna go to bed?” i ask in attempt to avoid his question. “you seem tired.”

“aren’t you?” he raises a brow, and i shake my head.

i jab my thumb towards the shower behind me, “i’m gonna shower first.”

“i see that.” he huffs. “what was that? you just walked away from me.”

i sigh, knowing what’s finally coming, and turn to shut off the shower water before facing him again.

“doesn’t feel good, does it?” i walk around him, back into the bedroom, but he’s hot on my heels.

“what?” his hand grips my wrist, spinning me back around to look at him. “what are you talking about?”

“look, if this is all in my head, tell me now.” i start, only confusing him further by the looks of his expression. “but, you don’t love me anymore.”

tell me i’ve got it wrong.

he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before he opens them again. “what are you even saying? i’m dating you, aren’t i?”

“are you?” i laugh bitterly, taking a couple steps backwards. “or are you tolerating me?”

“y/n,” he sighs, shaking his head. “you’re tired. and i must’ve upset you somehow, but you’re not making any sense.”

“you don’t appreciate me!” i shout, my hands gesturing wildly in the air.

“i cooked a nice dinner for our anniversary and you were late and forgot the date! and while you’re off playing hockey and winning games, where am i? here! i sit here and polish plates until they gleam and glisten. i clean the house and sit and wait for your return, and then when you do get home, you don’t even seem happy to see me! at all!”

John blinks in surprise at my outburst, his lips parting to speak, but i cut him off before he can get a word out.

“i made you my everything and you don’t even seem to care! i’ve been begging for you to love me again but i’m done! what happened to the man that assured me that my past relationships didn’t define me? the you that actually spent time with me?”

my chest heaves as i regain my breath, watching his expression change from confusion to defensiveness.

“i spend time with you!” he huffs and i roll my eyes.

“no, you sit and you read or you watch games or you do something by yourself on the other side of the couch.” i clarify dejectedly, nearly ready to give up. “you don’t do things with me. and if i try, you wave me off.”

“i just- i don’t understand where this is coming from.” he tells me, and i slump on the end of the bed, furiously wiping away tears that have begun to fall.

“that’s just it. you assume i’m fine with this, because i’ve let it go on for too long. i’ve sat here, and i’ve painted you in the best colors, and i’ve put you on this pedestal. i told myself that if i just did more- if i just did anything you could ever hope for- then we would be fine. that eventually you’ll love me again and you’ll treat me how you used to and we would be happy. but instead i watch you live your life and i’m delegated to the sidelines, begging to be even a minor part of your life. you tolerate me living with you. you tolerate my existence. and you tolerate my love.

“but i’m done. i can’t do it anymore.” my face falls in my hands, sobs wracking my chest.

i’ve finally given up.

John is quiet, but i can hear his feet padding against the floor for a moment, moving farther away before he comes back.

his fingers spread across my thigh, and when i drag my hands away from my face, opening my eyes to look at him, he’s kneeled on the floor in front of me.

“i’m sorry that you feel i don’t love you anymore. i never meant to make you feel like you’re just tolerated in my life. but i promise you, i see you. i do appreciate everything you do for me, and the love that you give me.”

his hand leaves my skin, fumbling with something in his grasp before holding it up.

my heart skips a beat, those butterflies returning in my stomach as my lips part in surprise. my eyes lock in on the diamond ring that sits in the little black velvet box in his hands.

“i promise, you’re not just going tolerated. i love you, and i want you in my life forever.” my gaze flickers up to his face, and i already begin nodding my head. “will you marry me?”

i nod even faster, an excited grin spreading over my lips, and he smiles softly, removing the ring from the box and slipping it onto my outstretched finger.

i admire it for a second, appreciating how right it looks to have a ring on my finger.

this is it.

this is what i did it all for.

what i’ve waited my whole life for.

my hands cup his face, pulling him in to press my lips to his.

“i love you.” i whisper, my lips still burning for his, and in response, he pulls me in for another kiss.

when we finally part, we begin to get ready for bed, effectively ignoring the outburst i just had. and once we climb into bed, i kiss him once more, melting into his touch like i used to.

“i’m sorry, you must be tired. i took up so much of your time tonight, you could’ve been asleep by now.” i mumble, listening to his heartbeat under the weight of my head.

“it’s okay. don’t apologize.” his fingers run through my hair and he turns off his bedside lamp, blanketing the room in darkness. “i love you.”

i fully plan on responding, but amongst the comfort, my eyes have already turned heavy, and speaking feels like too much work. my breathing evens out as i bask in the closeness of this moment.

i love him.

[exitrowiron]

Tech Friday!!

Since retiring in early 2022 I’ve been using an old all-in-one desktop PC and borrowing Beth’s laptop. The all-in-one was starting to struggle and couldn’t be upgraded to Windows 11. And even though my new consulting employer will provide a laptop, I wanted one of my own. At my last consulting gig I was provided a wide screen curved monitor and now I’m spoiled and need one at home. I bought an HP 34” curved monitor to go with an HP Spectre laptop and a dock. It took some tweaking but I’m happy with the set up.

You may be wondering why the 2nd picture has two Alexa devices side by side. I like home automation and it is frustrating that Alexa routines won’t automatically open, unlock or disarm anything without asking for voice response with a numerical pin. That’s inconvenient, especially when you’re accompanied by friends or guests.

You can, however place two devices in a discreet part of your home and program the routine to prompt another Alexa device to respond with the code. The wake word for the other device has to be changed from “Alexa”; I changed the wake word to “Echo”. Interestingly, the Echo wouldn’t respond to a command from Alexa’s female voice. I had to change it so the request for the unlock code was made in a male voice. This isn’t a huge hack or anything but it is nice that when we pull into the garage, we just say our arrival phrase and Alexa, turns on the house lights, unlocks the door and disarms the alarm.

[haier-electronic-blogs]

How AI Is Changing the Way You Control Home Temperatures

Let’s be real — nobody likes fiddling with the AC remote a hundred times a day. You come home feeling hot, you adjust the temperature. Then later, it feels too cold, so you tweak it again. And if you live with family, you probably hear, "Who turned it this low?" more often than you'd like.

Wouldn’t it be nice if your air conditioner just... figured it out on its own?

Well, thanks to AI in air conditioner technology, that’s no longer just a dream — it’s already here, and it's quietly making homes more comfortable without you even noticing.

So, What Exactly Is AI in Air Conditioners?

It sounds high-tech, but don’t worry — it’s not complicated. AI (artificial intelligence) in your AC means the machine can learn and adapt. It watches things like room temperature, time of day, humidity levels, and even your daily habits. Over time, it starts cooling your room just the way you like it — automatically.

Instead of the same routine of turning it on, lowering the temperature, adjusting the fan — it does all of that for you.

Your AC Knows What You Like (Seriously)

Imagine this: your AC knows you like the room at 24°C during the day, but you prefer it cooler while sleeping. After a few days, it starts adjusting itself at the right times. No reminders, no remote. That’s the beauty of AI in air conditioners — it gets better the more you use it.

It’s almost like having an invisible assistant who just gets your vibe and keeps the room just right, all day.

Big Bonus: Lower Electricity Bills

Let’s talk money. One of the biggest advantages of a smart AI AC is that it’s much more energy-efficient. Instead of running full power all the time, it adjusts its cooling based on the current conditions.

If it senses that the room has cooled down, or if there’s no one in the room, it slows down — using less electricity and saving you money. Over time, you’ll definitely notice the difference in your monthly bills.

Control It from Anywhere

Ever left home and wondered, “Did I leave the AC on?” With AI-enabled air conditioners, you can control everything from your phone. Switch it on before you get home, turn it off remotely, or set a timer — all from an app.

Many AI ACs even work with Alexa or Google Assistant, so you can just say, “Turn on the AC,” and let your voice do the rest. It’s all about convenience — and once you get used to it, there’s no going back.

Adapts to the Weather, Too

It’s not just about preferences — AI air conditioners are also smart enough to respond to real-world changes. If the sunlight suddenly heats up your living room, the AC senses the rise in temperature and boosts cooling automatically. If humidity increases, it adjusts again.

Some models even include built-in air filters, so you're getting cleaner, healthier air too — not just cold air.

Everyone Stays Comfortable

Different people have different comfort levels — and that’s okay. With AI, your AC can balance everyone’s needs by learning patterns over time. It takes into account your whole household’s preferences and keeps things balanced. So you don’t have to deal with temperature wars anymore.

Whether you’re working from home, binge-watching your favorite show, or getting a good night’s sleep — your AC has it covered, quietly working in the background.

Why Haier Gets It Just Right

If you’re thinking of upgrading, look no further than Haier. Their latest range of AI air conditioners is built for modern living. They’re smart, energy-efficient, easy to control, and designed to blend into your lifestyle without any fuss.

With Haier, you’re not just buying an AC. You’re getting a cooling partner that understands your habits, adjusts to your needs, and helps you stay comfortable — effortlessly.

[shopaholicsrus]

Discover the latest in smart home technology with these must-have gadgets for 2025!

From voice assistants to cutting-edge air purifiers, we’ve rounded up the most popular smart home devices available on Amazon to transform your living space into a futuristic haven.

1. Amazon Echo (4th Gen)

The ultimate smart home hub, the Amazon Echo integrates seamlessly with Alexa for effortless voice control of smart devices. Its enhanced sound quality makes it perfect for streaming music or controlling your smart home setup.

2. Google Nest Hub Max

A powerful combination of a smart display and voice assistant, the Google Nest Hub Max lets you control smart devices, stream videos, and make video calls—all from one sleek touchscreen interface.

3. Ecobee Smart Thermostat Premium

Efficiently manage your home’s climate with the Ecobee Smart Thermostat. With built-in Alexa and Siri compatibility, this device also monitors air quality for a healthier living environment.

4. Philips Hue Smart Bulbs

Set the mood with Philips Hue Smart Bulbs, offering millions of colors and compatibility with popular smart home platforms. These bulbs are a game-changer for lighting personalization.

5. Arlo Video Doorbell 2K (2nd Gen)

Enhance home security with the Arlo Video Doorbell, which delivers crystal-clear footage, a wide field of view, and two-way audio. Stay connected and safe wherever you are.

6. TP-Link Tapo Smart Plug Mini

Control your appliances remotely and track energy consumption with the compact and energy-efficient TP-Link Tapo Smart Plug Mini. Perfect for a greener lifestyle!

7. Google Nest Wifi Pro

Keep all your smart devices connected with the Google Nest Wifi Pro. This advanced mesh Wi-Fi system delivers lightning-fast internet across every corner of your home.

8. Roborock S8+ Robot Vacuum and Mop

Simplify your cleaning routine with the Roborock S8+, a powerful two-in-one device featuring advanced navigation, self-emptying functionality, and mopping capabilities.

9. Furbo Dog Camera

Keep tabs on your furry friend with the Furbo Dog Camera. This pet-friendly gadget lets you monitor, talk to, and treat your pet remotely for ultimate peace of mind.

10. Molekule Air Mini+ Air Purifier

Breathe easier with the Molekule Air Mini+. This compact purifier uses advanced technology to remove allergens and pollutants, making it perfect for creating a healthier indoor environment.

Why These Smart Devices Are Trending in 2025

Consumers are prioritizing smart home gadgets that enhance convenience, improve energy efficiency, and provide robust security. These devices integrate seamlessly with existing smart ecosystems, making them essential for tech-savvy homeowners.

Shop these trending smart home devices today on Amazon and upgrade your home to a smarter, more connected future.

[ahorononline1]

7 Creative Ideas for Using Smart Plugs at Home

Smart plugs are one of the most versatile tools for home automation. They allow you to control your devices remotely, schedule their operation, and even save energy. But beyond their basic functionality, smart plugs can be used in creative ways to make life more convenient, efficient, and fun. Here are seven innovative ideas to inspire your smart home journey.

1. Automate Your Morning Routine

Start your day off right by using a smart plug to power up essential morning appliances. For example, schedule your coffee maker to brew coffee just before you wake up or turn on a bedside lamp to create a gradual wake-up light.

How to Set It Up:

Use the app associated with your smart plug to set a timer for your coffee maker or lamp.

Pair your plug with a virtual assistant like Alexa for hands-free voice control.

2. Enhance Your Home Security

Smart plugs can make your home look occupied even when you’re away, deterring potential intruders. Program lights to turn on and off at random intervals or sync with a home security routine.

How to Set It Up:

Schedule lamps in different rooms to switch on at dusk and off at bedtime.

Use smart plugs for outdoor lights to keep your home’s exterior well-lit.

3. Simplify Holiday Decorations

Make the holiday season less stressful by automating your decorative lights. With a smart plug, you can turn on your Christmas tree lights or outdoor displays with just a tap on your phone.

How to Set It Up:

Use the app to create schedules for your holiday lights.

Set a festive routine so all your decorations light up simultaneously.

4. Manage Energy Usage

Smart plugs help monitor the energy consumption of connected devices. You can identify which appliances consume the most power and make informed decisions to save on electricity bills.

How to Set It Up:

Connect energy-intensive appliances like heaters or air conditioners to a smart plug.

Use the app’s energy monitoring feature to track and adjust usage patterns.

5. Create a Smart Home Theater

Transform your living room into a cinema-like experience by synchronizing your entertainment devices. Use smart plugs to power your TV, sound system, and ambient lighting with a single command.

How to Set It Up:

Plug all your entertainment devices into smart plugs.

Group them in your app and activate them with one tap or voice command.

6. Control Hard-to-Reach Appliances

Many homes have outlets that are difficult to access, like those behind furniture or mounted high on walls. Smart plugs allow you to control these devices effortlessly.

How to Set It Up:

Connect your devices to a smart plug.

Use the app to turn them on or off without moving heavy furniture.

7. Automate Pet Care

Smart plugs can make pet care easier by automating devices like food dispensers, water fountains, or heating pads. Ensure your furry friends are cared for even when you’re away.

How to Set It Up:

Plug your pet’s devices into a smart plug.

Schedule feeding times or set reminders to refill water dispensers.

Conclusion

Smart plugs offer endless possibilities to enhance your home’s functionality and comfort. From automating your morning coffee to improving home security, these devices make life easier in countless ways. For the best performance, consider using the best echo smart plug, which combines reliability with advanced features. Start exploring creative ways to use smart plugs today and take your home automation to the next level!

[micrathene-w]

Checklist Challenge 7

I feel like I should subtitle this one "The Hunt for Don!"

Since Mr Lothario didn't show up at any of the gyms (or anywhere else Alexa had visited), we had to venture to the Caliente household and hope for the best. Luckily -and unluckily - everyone was home. So she finally got the meet the infamous Don... but they couldn't just speed-run through to doing the deed, as Alexa wasn't about to incur the wrath of all three Caliente women.

For the moment, she settled for an introduction, then added him on Social Bunny and sent a couple of flirty messages there. After a little more fishing and Practicing Speech to get that Charisma up, she headed back to the Rattlesnake Juice Bar and called Don to see if he'd join her.

He agreed, showed up on the lot, walked up to the door - then immediately turned around and dipped out. 😒

Saturday, Alexa hit her goal for the Side Hustle simoleons.

Since maxed Handiness comes into play later, these funds went to buying a woodworking table. Once she builds up a stock of little statues, a sales table can be the next purchase so she can sell those, her excess honey from the bee box, and collectibles.

(This is also about the point where her "Outdoorsy" Lifestyle started working against us. Even though the woodworking table is outside in the yard, apparently anything on her home lot counts as indoors; she kept getting Bored moodlets from "being stuck inside" even when there was rain falling on her little blonde pixel head.)

Saturday morning followed the usual routine: tend garden, eat grilled cheese, pop over to The Realm to see what tomes, crystals & ingredients are on offer for the day, then switch out between several different skills so she doesn't get too bored of any one.

In the evening just because The Watcher was feeling grudgy, she tried to spend time with Don again, this time heading to the bar in Evergreen Harbor. (Hey, Dumpster Woohoo is on the list too, and Don was being trash anyway, so...)

This time he at least walked inside the building - and even had a couple of interactions with Alexa. Then he walked back outside, coughed dramatically, and vanished again.

[I vented to @whyhellosims about this, then wondered if maybe Neighborhood Stories or MCCC had shoe-horned him into an evening job, and that's why he kept leaving. She suggested the "invite to hang out at current lot" might be buggy at the moment, and to try Travel With instead.]

SO to try to dodge both possible issues, Alexa skipped her first chance at the Flea Market, and at around lunchtime on Sunday invited Don to Travel With her to the Salty Paws Saloon after a quick switch of their regular garbage can for a dumpster.

Lo and behold, the bartender knew how to make Cupid Juice - a nice little boost to the mood I had not expected but certainly wouldn't complain about! And with that help, finally...

The two-fer was accomplished! ...and now Alexa can dip out on Don, never to be seen again lol.