#I feel to my knees in a walmart parking lot

[rockrosethistle]

say what you will about the second half of TSH, “One time Uncle Bunny called me a bastard” is the funniest line I’ve ever read in a book.

[aurorawritestoescape]

BAD BLOOD - Part II

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: your step uncle Joel visits you in your bedroom and then you have a chat with your stepdad Tommy.

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), everyone is still horrible, perv!Joel, dark!Joel, dark!reader, darkish!Tommy, slight somno, m/f!masturbation, fingering, cum eating, degradation, tiny bit of praise kink, daddy kink, blackmail, that chin caress but make it filthy, swearing

Word count: 3,5k

A/n: thank you for giving pt 1 such a warm welcome❤️ special thank you for your comments and rbs- your kind words mean the world to me🫶 I hope you’ll like this one!😘

Series masterlist || Part I || MASTERLIST

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You wake up feeling a hand on the back of your thigh. You’re lying on your stomach, legs tangled in the blanket. The hand slides down, caresses the back of your knee, then trails up your thigh again, reaching your ass. You feel strong fingers squeeze your ass cheek over your skirt. Still half asleep you imagine a faceless man lying on top of you and piercing you with his cock. You bite your lower lip, while bliss and arousal are spreading all over your body. In your mind the stranger turns into your stepdad and you slightly push your ass out into the hand with a soft moan.

“Naughty girl,” you hear a gruff voice and immediately open your eyes and turn on your back. Your heart is ready to pop out of your chest when you see Joel, your step uncle, sitting on the bed next to you and watching you.

He’s wearing a tight-fitting gray henley and dark blue jeans. His muscles are bulging under the sleeves and a lot of his chest is showing. He looks annoyingly hot.

“The hell are you doing here?" you rasp, covering your thighs with the blanket and straightening your top. You remember you don't have any panties on and squirm under Joel's intent stare.

"Just checkin' on you. Wanted to make sure you got home safely yesterday," he says as his gaze slides over every exposed inch of your body.

"Cut the crap, Joel. I felt you groping me in my sleep," you grumble furrowing your brows at him, "I know you're a scumbag but you still manage to surprise me."

He smiles at you, his eyes dark and icy, "Don't act like a fucking prude all of a sudden, angel. Tommy told me how big of a slut you were."

"Oh, so now you're gonna lecture me on the importance of celibacy or something?" you giggle rubbing your sleepy eyes.

"Not before I fuck you, sweetheart," he replies and the air in the room gets heavy.

You don’t wanna laugh anymore, your pussy tingles and you squeeze your thighs together. Joel notices the movement under the blanket and smirks,

“Need something, angel? Maybe this?” he turns away from you and reaches for something on the bed. When he faces you again you see your vibrator in his hand.

“Give it to me, Joel,” you stretch your arm and open your hand waiting.

“Is it better than a real man?” Joel asks, leaving your words without attention.

“Less annoying for sure.”

“You think of your stepdad when you torture your clit with this?” his gaze pierces you as he’s rubbing the toy with his thumb.

“Fuck off, Joel,” you spit out at him and he smiles, the emotion not reaching his eyes. “Where’s he by the way? Tommy,” you ask, chewing on your lower lip.

“Don’t know. Haven’t seen him since yesterday. You scared him shitless with your ‘yes, daddy’, ‘bye, daddy,’” Joel makes his voice higher, imitating you and you roll your eyes, “he left the bar soon after you. Probably fucked his fist at Walmart’s parking lot, poor guy.”

Joel laughs and you smile dreamily imagining Tommy jacking off to the thought of you. The imagery makes you space out for a moment until you hear Joel’s murmur, “Thinking of daddy’s cock, angel?”

You scoff and bite back, “What about you, old man? You got all riled up too yesterday. Were drooling like a hungry dog all over me.”

“Come on, sweetheart, you can’t blame me, when all your skirts look more like belts,” he returns his gaze to the part of your legs not covered by the blanket and licks his lower lip.

You can’t help but glance at your toy in his big hands. What if he uses it on you? Just this thought makes your core warm and tingly.

“Can I have it?” You sit up reaching for the vibe but he pulls his hand away and you grab air instead. Your chest is pressed to his shoulder now and the mixture of his cologne and sweat makes you gush. Your desire blooms and gets overwhelming.

His gaze slides from your eyes to your lips and chest. You glance down noticing your perked up nipples visible under the top and look back at him not hiding away,

“Like what you see, Joel? How about you show me what a real man can do for me?” you purr while your hand snakes to his thigh and trails up closer to his bulge. He grunts and pushes you back down on the bed with his hand splayed on your chest.

He tosses your toy away. “Open up, angel,” he says with a calm yet stern tone. You hesitate for a second, your heart is pounding, and he raises his brows as a signal to hurry up.

You pull away the blanket and slowly bend the leg that’s further from him. Your skirt slides off your thighs and he takes a deep breath when he sees your wet folds.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts reaching for his belt. He unbuckles it with one hand and unzips his jeans. Your eyes follow his every move, hungry and desperate for anything this perv gives you. He tugs down his boxers and lets the band stay under his big balls.

You see his cock as he takes it out and you grunt through your teeth realizing that you’re fucked. Whatever power he’s had over you by now triples when you see what he’s packing. His cock is thick and long, more gorgeous than anything you’ve seen, both in real life and in porn. Two thick veins on the shaft are calling for your tongue. You desperately want to trace them and take that angry fat head to the deepest part of your throat. You want his cock in every hole you possess.

You lock eyes with him and see him smiling proudly,

“Like what you see, angel?”

Holding his dick in his big veiny hand Joel looks back at your desperate pussy and his warm palm glides up your thigh. He pushes your skirt completely out of the way and grazes your shiny seam with his knuckles. You feel a slight pressure on your clit and take a shaky breath.

“Pretty pussy,” he mumbles, “not the prettiest I’ve seen but she’ll do.”

“Asshole,” you whimper watching his thumb and index finger spread your folds.

Joel whistles. “Have you been this wet the whole time? Dripping on the sheets and talking to me? Naughty girl.”

His cock is fully hard now and he’s slowly stroking it. The sight of it along with his gentle touches send a new surge of arousal to your center and your wetness beads at your entrance and slides down toward your asshole.

Joel catches it with his thumb and brings it to your clit before gently rubbing it.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut, letting your uncle do this to you,” he murmurs pleasuring you and himself.

“Step.. uncle,” you moan, fluttering your eyes shut and arching your back.

The degradation, the depravity of what you two are doing make your pussy clench around nothing over and over and you open your blown eyes desperately looking at his weeping cock.

He notices your hunger and asks motioning to his member, “Want it, angel?”

You nod but it’s not enough for him.

“Say - ‘please, give me your cock, uncle.”

You whine scrunching your nose and his hand leaves your pussy and rests on your belly.

“You’re not my uncle,” you whine, bucking your hips in search of his hand.

“Let’s try again. ‘Please, give me your cock, uncle’.”

Not being able to contain yourself any longer you repeat it through gritted teeth and he tuts, “that’s not how good girls ask. I know you’re far from that title but you can act like one. I saw you do it in front of Tommy. Was cute.” While he’s talking to you his palm is rubbing your mound making you squirm while your pussy’s throbbing for him.

“You’re disgusting.”

He chuckles, torturing you without shame.

You look up at the ceiling feeling anger boiling up in your gut, but your pussy aches more and more and you want him inside you so badly you might cry.

“Give me your cock, uncle, please”, you mewl and his mouth twists into a smirk, your humiliation creates wrinkles around his eyes.

“Good girl,” he praises you sarcastically and leans down to your face. You put your palms on his biceps and he kisses the tip of your nose. His facial hair tickles you, his breath smells of cigarettes and beer.

“I’ll give you my cock when you keep your end of the deal, little slut. And after I’m done with you, ya gonna be so desperate for more, you’ll drag your cute ass to Austin following me like a stray dog.”

You wince ready to snap back at him but suddenly he grabs your pussy and pushes a thick finger into your hole. You gasp and lift your hips into his hand with a whimper.

Joel starts pushing his digit in and out of you, quickly adding the second one and your soaked pussy squelches with every pump of his hand.

“Listen to this sloppy cunt. She wants a nice juicy cock. Or maybe two cocks, angel? Will you take mine and my brother’s dick at the same time?”

You mewl as the image of your stepdad and step uncle ruining your pussy flashes in your mind. The third finger slides in and Joel sits up watching the pleasure twist your face and ripple through your body. Then he starts shaking his hand pushing on the spongy spot inside you with the pads of his fingers as the heel of his palm is hitting your clit at the same time. Your whole body is shaking and a loud moan leaves your lips. He quiets you, covering your mouth with his big hand,

“Shhh, angel…, you’ll scream for me but not today..need you to be quiet…or your daddy will get jealous.”

His words tip you over the edge and you cry into his hot palm, sound muffled and desperate. He’s fucking his fingers into you while you shiver and tremble clumping around his thick digits.

“Yeah, just like that, my little slut,” he whispers, talking you through your high and drinking in your ecstasy.

When your climax subsides, his hands leave your mouth and pussy and not granting you a respite he grabs you by the arm and pulls you up.

You stand up on weak legs and Joel slides his hand through your wet folds. You whine with overstimulation while he gathers your creamy cum. He spreads it over his cock and pushes you to your knees.

You kneel between his thighs, ready to please him and give him the sloppiest head. His throbbing cock is bobbing in front of your face and your hand darts to take it from him but he slaps it away groaning, “Hands off, slut. You don’t deserve it yet. Show me your tits.”

Your anger rises up again and you glare up at him sitting back on your heels. No one has ever said ‘no’ to a dick sucking from you. You still follow his command, yanking your top down and exposing your breasts. “Good girl,” he praises you, starting vigorously pumping his cock and panting heavily, “Gonna come on your pretty face. Want my cum, angel?”

“Yes,” you mumble, mesmerized by his fingers gliding along the thick shaft and over the tip.

“‘course you do, cock hungry slut!” he hisses, grabbing you by the back of your neck and pulling your face closer to his length.

It takes a few more strokes and he curses and begins shooting the ropes of cum over your mouth, nose, chin and cheeks. You lick the bitter liquid off your lips staring up into his half lidded eyes.

When he stops coming he doesn’t let go of your hair. Still holding you close between his legs Joel starts spreading his cum all over your face. You take a sharp breath and close your eyes hastily as his hand covers every inch of your skin with his milky spend.

“Joel,” is the only thing you could utter, and the humiliation makes your pussy tingle again.

You carefully flutter your eyes open as his index finger and thumb slide down your jaw, caressing your chin. “Much better” he comments, looking down at you with a smirk. Then he wipes his hand on your bedsheet and gets up. You’re watching with your mouth agape as he tucks his cock back into his jeans, pats your head and leaves your bedroom.

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“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Tommy..” Tomorrow morning my ass! You curse yourself inwardly for telling Tommy that you’d see him the next day wearing his favorite pjs. Of course the fucking weasel left the house as soon as he could to avoid meeting you.

You were so excited to inform him that he would get to fuck his hot stepdaughter and now you’re in the house all alone. Joel left as soon as he came all over your face and your mom is out too probably with Tommy.

Jealousy and anger are eating you alive, you hate them and yourself. On top of everything you are horny. You replay the images of Joel’s hand on your pussy, his fingers stretching your little hole over and over again. You watch a couple of stepcest porn videos imagining Tommy and Joel in place of the actors, listen to the bar recording and come a few times on the couch in the living room - on Tommy’s favourite spot. You don’t clean your creamy slick off the couch after yourself, wishing he’ll notice it.

The sun sets and it gets dark but you don’t turn the lights on in your room. You're lying on your bed, waiting for Tommy to return. You nearly fall asleep a few times but you’ve decided to talk to him today so you slap your cheek to wake yourself up and continue waiting.

Just around midnight you hear a car driving up the street. You glance out of the window and see Tommy's car pulling up the driveway. Excitement and anticipation make your stomach flutter but the happy moment blows out like a balloon when you see your mom getting out of the car as well.

Disappointment twists your face shifting into rage and you grind your teeth.

They enter the house and you hear Jess laughing loudly. “Drunk bitch,” you think and jealousy returns in full force.

They go upstairs and head to the master bedroom. You hear nothing for a while and then the sound of a shower starting. You sneak up to the bedroom and peek through the door.

Tommy’s standing at the foot of the bed taking his shirt off, revealing a white tee underneath which is strained by his broad shoulders and muscular back. His arms look massive as he’s been working out a lot recently. His butt also looks perfect in his dark sweatpants. You drive away your horny thoughts and decide to act while your mom is taking a shower.

You walk into the room, your steps muffled by the carpet and glance at the closed bathroom door.

Knowing Jess you have 15-20 min. You come up to Tommy from behind and snake your hands around his big torso.

“Out already?” He asks, apparently mistaking you for his wife and you smile when he lets you hug him. You nuzzle your face against his nape breathing in the piney scent of his soft hair.

Tommy puts his hands over your forearms and only then realizes his mistake. He turns around rapidly, pushing you away.

“Fuck! What’re you doing?” he hisses as his eyes dart nervously between your face and the bathroom door.

“We need to talk, daddy. Been waiting for you all day,” you pout fumbling with the hem of your silky pj shorts. The ones he likes.

“The hell you’re calling me daddy for?” he asks and shakes his head. “I can’t. We shouldn’t,” he mumbles hurriedly, “let’s talk tomorrow, ok?” He grabs your arm and tries to lead you to the door but you plant your feet on the floor and don’t barge.

Instead you pull him closer to you by the hem of his shirt and open your hand showing him an earbud.

“Sit for a second and listen to this,” you motion to the bed with a warm smile, “please, It won’t take long.” He's glaring down at you, his lips pressed in a tight line.

Slow so as not to spook him you raise your hand to his head and put in the earbud. Still clutching his tee with one hand you take your phone out of your hoodie and play a recording. The recording.

The moment it starts playing his expression changes. His eyes get wide, plush lips part. You drink in his fear and gush seeing him listen to the filthy things he said about you. His eyes are looking through you, concentrated on the dialogue in his ear.

Suddenly his hand darts to your phone, and he commands, “Give it to me!” You’ve expected it so you hide the phone behind your back but he’s reaching for it pushing you with his torso and making you stumble backwards. Your back hits the dresser and his hand clasps your wrist, his face inches from yours, “Give me the phone!”

You look up at him with defiance and say, “Even if you delete it off my phone, it’s in the cloud, daddy!”

You know well that these old men know nothing about the cloud and you see with satisfaction the way his face falls.

You’re enjoying yourself too much. He’s crowding you against the dresser practically hugging you into his strong body. His size, his strength, his scent overtake any sense you have and you buck your hips into him with a whimper. You feel a hard shape of his cock against your lower belly and your heart sings at the realization you’ve given it to him. As if burnt Tommy pulls away from you, his fury replaced by fear. You take a deep breath collecting yourself as you don’t have much time.

“Relax. Take a seat,” you coo, stepping up to him and pulling the earbud out. You push him towards the bed and he obediently sits on its edge, eyes downcast.

You use his shock as a distraction and stand between his knees. Then you carefully perch your ass on his thigh and wrap your arm around his neck, placing the other on his chest. He glances up at you, asking quietly, “what do you want to do with it?”

You feel his stiff length with the side of your thigh, and purr smiling, “it’s a great audio, right? I listened to it twice yesterday. First time live in the bar bathroom…and then again later on my big pink bed. I came so hard listening to you talk about my tight pussy…” you nuzzle his cheek and he flinches but doesn’t push you away. His mustache tickles your face and you giggle.

You bring your lips to his ear and whisper, “I want it too, daddy. I need a real man. And those silly boys…they can’t give me what I want.” Your lips graze the shell of his ear and he shudders. He puts his hand on your naked thigh and for a moment you’re scared he’s going to push you off his lap but instead he gives it a light squeeze.

You're soaking your shorts and probably his sweatpants and moan into his ear, “I…I wanna be loved, Tommy. And I feel loved only sitting on a nice fat cock. You have a perfect one, daddy. And you’re so caring and sweet. Fuck me and I’ll delete your confession. Mom will never know how much you want this,” you look down and he drops his head as well watching your fingers move your shorts to the side exposing your wet pussy. Tommy breathes in sharply and curses. You slide your middle finger between your folds and swirl it around your pulsing clit as the other hand clasps his shoulder, “Just a sneak peek, daddy,” you whimper softly. “And a little taste,” you add, leaving your aching pussy and raising your hand. You show him your middle finger, shiny with your slick and bring it closer to his lips.

Tommy looks at it, eyes dark and hungry under the furrowed brows, glances up at you and mumbles, “you’re sick.”

You shrug your shoulders not putting the finger away. You wait. A gasp leaves your parted mouth when he takes the tip of your finger between his lips and you feel his tongue dance around it licking off your juices. His cock twitches and pulses against your naked thigh and you squirm on his lap, desperate for any pressure.

With a sigh you remind yourself that your time is almost up so you pull your finger out, peck the corner of his mouth and whisper, “I’ll text you the details.” With that you get up, walk to the door and leave just in time before the water stops.

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Thank you for reading!💖

Comments and reblogs will make me very happy!💕

Part III

General tag list: @nervousmumbling @harriedandharassed @bbyanarchist

Tag list for the series: @milla-frenchy @missannwinchester @koshkaj-blog @survivingandenduring @nana90azevedo @mermaidgirl30 @oldenoughtoknowbettersstuff @obscurexsorrows @tammythr @cherriescream

If you want to be tagged for this mini series or everything else of mine please let me know!❤️

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Some more little Glassheart/CharmingHeart incorrect quotes. But really just all descendants.

(also with other ships again)

Mal: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Carlos: You left me, Evie and Jay in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Mal: I did that on purpose, try again.

(damn. Either for a good reason or she was just annoyed)

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Uma: Alright Chloe, Red. Let's go over this one more time.

Uma: If something breaks?

Chloe: We try to fix it before Evie gets home.

Uma: If it doesn't work?

Red: We blame Mal.

Mal: Seriously guys, what the hell?!

(Mal. Sweetie. Evie would believe you. Maybe)

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Merlin Academy Time

Bridget: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Chloe: *raises hand*

Ella: *puts their hand down*

(Mother knows best.. whoops wrong movie-)

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Bridget: You have your weirdly sincere humility.

Ella: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.

(Girl you're amazing, just the way you are.. what's with the songs Qvq)

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Carlos: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Jay: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(One for the boys Uwu, but I love Carlos and Jane)

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Chloe: I owe you one.

Red: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

(happened after the whole time traveling thing UvU)

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Red: I love you.

Chloe, not paying attention: What was that?

Red: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

(she just wants attention, stop doing your homework Chloe)

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Chloe: Fight me!

Red: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*

Red: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

(Fight of our lives is a love song. Canon)

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Red: *Laughs* Amore, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing—

Chloe: We’re married.

(you're one to talk. The cheesey way you just proposed)

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Ella: Do you feel any better?

Bridget: I feel much better now that you here with me.

*Charming walks in*

Bridget: I feel half better.

(Bridget had a one sided crush on Ella. Or was it really one sided? 👀)

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Chloe: Cause your pretty and your smart, and your ignoring me so your obviously my type.

Red, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying?

Chloe: Perfect.

(No Chloe no. But also yes)

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Hope you liked it

I have more Uwuwuwuwuw

Byee

[cinnamon-harry]

could you do a fake ig with Y/N as devon lee carlson w/ pics from Japan Harry plssss 🥺🥺🥺

happy thanksgiving girlies !! here’s a quick one w a little holiday sprinkle in the end, hope u like it <3

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bellahadid flawless as always

yourinstagram @/bellahadid mWAH

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yourinstagram @/harryfan2 MA’AM ??

yourinstagram @/harryfan2 same.

harrystyles @/yourinstagram 😮..👀

ynfan2 NOT Y/N AGREEING

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yndailyupdates Y/N AND HARRY AT A KARAOKE BAR LAST NIGHT!!

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ynupdates1 they’re literally the moment

ynupdates2 id pay to be their friends

harryupdates2 nah harry looks so good i’m gonna vomit

harryupdates3 harry singing his heart out so true

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yourinstagram @/arianagrande luv u😚

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ynfan2 they’re so happy i can’t do this

harryfan2 love my parents <3

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harryupdates1 HARRY VIA HIS INSTAGRAM STORY

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ynfan1 JUST FELL TO MY KNEES IN THE WALMART PARKING LOT

harryfan1 the turkey emoji is killing me he’s so unserious

ynfan2 they were really made for each other

harryfan2 can’t believe harry actually knows how to use emojis

harryfan3 i want him so bad

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masterlist.

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taglist: @b-reads-things,  @vrittivsanghavi

[sunflowerrboyy]

FELLAS HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THE MAYBE MAN SO FAR ????

BC TURNING OUT PT. III CALLED ME OUT BIG TIME I AM SOBBING AND ON MY KNEES IN A MF WALMART PARKING LOT

[romanarose]

Take Care of You

Francisco Morales x Benjamin Miller

SUMMARY: Pope is coming to the fight. No one’s seen him for a while, so the fight has more energy to it this time. Frankie helps calm his nerves, but Benny wants to be more than behind the scenes.

Warnings: briefest of smut (end of blowjob), cheating (Frankie is cheating with Ben, not on him), a lil angst, a lot of fluff, references to tom being homophobic and using slurs but we dont see him at all.

A/n: Canonically, Frankie wrapped Benny's hands before the scene in the gif in the script, but the scene ended up CUT SADLY. Adding in my version of what happen.

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Yeah, Benny was nervous.

Pope was in town and would be coming ot his fight, the first one in several months. It wasn't like he never came to the states, but we wasn't flying back every weekend either. Usually when he was back, he had some big plan, a grand scheme, and adventure to go on. Benny needed to win, it was imparitive that he won when Pope was here so he didn't think he lost his edge. Every single mission Pope had, Benny went, he needed it. His MMA fights didn't pay the bills, they barely paid for his drinking some days, and his stock boy job at Walmart was humiliating. All he had were his fights and Santiago's adventures to keep him going

And, of course, Frankie, whose mouth he was currently cumming inside as Frankie knelt on the floor between where Benny sat on the bench.

Frankie, whose hat had fallen on the floor after getting in the way of deepthroating, swallowed him down like he always did, and then sat back on his with a satisfied smirk. "Feel better?”

Benny smiled his dopey grin and tucked himself back into his red shorts. "Yeah I do, thanks." Thanks. Benny chastised himself. Who the fuck says thanks after an orgasm? He never quite new how to act around Frankie. Frankie had been easier than the others, for sure. When Ben joined Delta, he needed so badly for everyone to like him, to think he was capable, to prove to himself he earned this spot and hadn't just gotten this position from being Ironhead's brother. Of course, that hadn't hurt. Will didn't pull any stings for him, but it was through Will that he heard there was a position open, and Will had mentioned his brother would be applying, but that was it. Ben knew he was good at what he did, but he felt like he was constantly fighting to prove that to the others, even know. A 35 year old man still wanting his cool older brother and his friend to like him. Pathetic.

Well, Catfish did more than like him, it seemed. Despite always being kind to him, gently teasing him to put him at ease, the recently change was something new. Of course Ben had a crush on Catfish, how could he not after watching him fly. He was so assured, collected, in control, just as he was when he was railing him in a secret hook up. And it had to remain secret, their sweaty nights spent exploring each others bodies, the hotel bookings and parked cars in corn fields, and days like this, tucked away in locker rooms. Ben longed for the day he could fuck Fish in his own Ben, to hold him all night and make him breakfast in the morning.

But he couldn't, because Ben lived with Will, and Fish lived with his girlfriend and daughter.

It wasn't a happy family, Benny reasoned to himself to make the guilt go away. They were on the verge of breaking up long before Ben entered the dick-sucking-picture, but then she got pregnant and Fish wasn't the type of guy of abandon his lady while pregnant. He was, however, the type to go run errands and fuck Ben in the Walmart employee bathroom. The one thing the shit job was good for.

Ben stood up, helping the older man off his knees. Fish mumbled a thanks is return, then directed him to sit as he grabbed the wraps. This was their ritual. Not the stress relief blowjob, but the hand wrapping. Part of Ben wondered if Will knew about them, if that's why he always made himself scarce and left the hand binding to Fish.

Will was maticulas, wrapping and rewrapping until it was perfect, until Will absolutely sure Ben would be okay, that it wasn't too tight, obsession over it until one day, Frankie got tired of watching and pushed Will to the side. Gently, carefully, firmly, Frankie wrapped his hands up. When Will inspected the hands, he was satisfied, entrusting Fish to do the job from then on. That meant a lot to Ben. Ben was aware how protective Will was of him, and the fact Will was able to entrust his baby brother's safety to Fish was important.

"You're gonna do great, Benjamin." Frankie tried to sooth him and he carefully wrapped the right hand. "You've been on a hot streak. Pope is gonna be very impressed."

Ben watched him, marveling at the care Fish always put into him, his hands, in bed, in the field. "I know I care too much about his opinion."

Frankie shrugged. "It's only natural."

"What do you think he'd think about us."

There was a brief pause in Frankie's actions, not looking up before he returned to his work. "And what exactly is us."

For months now, they hadn't really talked about what happened, they fucked and spent time together, but never talked. "Oh that's right, you just want sex."

THAT made Frankie look up, hurt in his eye as he straddled the bench. "How can you say that?" He finished the left hand, but still held it.

Ben looked away, ashamed he'd insinuate such a thing but too stubborn to back down. "You just call me when you want to bend me over a sink."

His voice was quiet. "Is that what you really think?" When Benny didn't reply nor look at him, Franke reached out, taking Ben's face in his hands and guiding it to his. "You listen to me, Benjamin, you aren't just sex and... I'm sorry I made you feel like that. It's doesn't have to be sex. It's quick fucks because I can't take you on a nice date. It's bathroom blowjobs because I can't hold you in my arms all night long."

Feeling his eyes tear up, Ben tried to push him feelings down, to push down the love he had for Catfish, but none the less he hears his voice quiver as he speaks. "But why?"

With a sigh, Frankie hangs his head and rests it on Ben's shoulder. 'It's just... I got the baby, you know? And the guys, they don't know what we are, I don't even know if we know what we are... it's all so... complicated..."

Benny understood, he did, and he reassured Frankie as much as he hugged him. "Can we try? I don't... I don't wanna be your dirty secret anym-"

"You're not." Frankie quickly broke in. "You're not... you're not dirty, Ben. You aren't dirty, and we aren't wrong. We just need to be honest with everyone."

Benny held his breath. "You we can... talk to the guys?"

There was a hesitation, but Fransisco spoke. "Yeah, yeah we can talk to them. Let's see what bullshit Pope's got going on this time and just wait a few days. If we're going somewhere, we don't need to be divulging and big secrets right before life or death situations but... yeah. After this, we can tell em."

"And your girl?" Benny kissed the crown of Frankie's head.

Frankie chuckled softly. "If we end up going, I'm pretty sure she's leaving anyway... Besides, she's fucking her boss, so I doubt it's gonna be much of a loss. I'm sure we can figure out a custody agreement."

Ben adored Franks daughter and lit up at the idea of helping raise her. "Yeah? You think we can pull this off."

Shrugging slightly but smiling, Frankie's kind eyes sparkled. "I dunno, we can try."

"What do you think that'll say?"

Frankie thought for a moment. "Well, I don"t think Will’s gonna give much of a shit. He just wants you to be happy, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"And Santi hasn't been in a committed relationship since his 2 week girlfriend in Sunday school, so he doesn't got much room to talk."

Ben laughed, beaming again at his lover. "Yeah, I don't think he'd care much anyway." Ben's smile faltered. "And Tom?"

Frankie's smile fell a bit too, knowing how Tom was. Tom didn't say anything outright like 'man, I sure hate gay people.' But there were comments, outdated names he called them as 'play' insults... everyone knew where Tom stood.

"I won't let noth'n happen to you, okay? Neither will Santi or Will, 'kay? I love you so much, it's gonna be alright."

Ben breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, okay, s'gonna alright. I love you too, Fish"

Frank pulled Ben to stand up, pulling his face in for a wet kiss. "C'mon, Santi's waiting, he's gonna be so proud of you, just like me and Will are."

When Ben entered the locker room, Frankie trailing behind him, he tried his best to push away the thoughts of his best friend sucking his dick and promising his love not ten minutes ago. ***************************

RIP Andre Braugher, thank you for playing such an important role in queer representation in media <3

Had this idea in my head for MONTHS

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not tagging the usual bc its not x reader sooooooo tagging some i thought may enjoy based on reblogs from boys of summer and whose expressed wanting to read

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[thedisablednaturalist]

Office disability culture is so fucked in environmental science and fieldwork. Like the mindset that to do the job you have to be in perfect physical health or you should just quit. Like I'm not talking about something that is 100% physical labor here, everything is mostly achievable with aids and you don't need to be able to do every single thing. But there's this weird like..pride..that my older coworkers have. They work out in the gym and brag about how many reps they did. They tease each other for having medical issues. They don't ask for accommodations because they fear that their legitimacy will be hurt. That it means that they can't do their job anymore. That they won't be TRUSTED to do their jobs anymore. That it will get taken away.

So they FURTHER hurt their bodies by not resting, not taking breaks, not using ergonomic equipment, not using safety equipment. Not drinking enough water. Not using mobility aids when they are so old that it's supposed to be acceptable. They don't use the scooters at the grocery store, they don't use their handicapped placard, they don't use knee pads or compression gloves.

And here I come in, 24 years old, looking perfectly healthy. And I use walking sticks, I sit down a lot, I have my care bag, I have a ton of gadgets for making fieldwork more comfortable, I have boundaries and limits, I wear braces and knee pads and compression gloves. I use my handicapped placard.

They react in one of two ways:

1. How DARE I. I'm so lucky to be young and no one sees THEM having to do all those things (literally nothing is stopping them but pride). Like old man if you need a break take a fucking break. I'm not going to hurt my health to make you feel better about hurting yours. I'm not risking a flare up to spare the 65 year olds feelings. Im gonna take my break and use my equipment cause my boss doesn't care as long as the work gets done. I'm tired of glares from 100 year olds making themselves struggle across the parking lot when they could also be using the fucking scooter. (I never take the last scooter, there's always another available. Also it's not my fault if walmart only provides 2 scooters for the whole store).

2. It shows them its okay. Its okay to need aids. When I first showed up at my job it was very...macho..everyone was afraid of seeming old (theres probably only 3 of us under 30 in the whole department, most people are at least 50, mainly 65 year olds). Then they saw me using my walking sticks, taking my medicine openly, bringing a chair with me when working away from my desk, using my TENS unit. I overheard one lady ask her granddaughter what fibromyalgia was (apparently she had spotted my pain tracking journal).

My older coworker with a bad knee got a walking stick like mine and beamed when she showed me. The grandmother uses a cane and a walker interchangeably and more often. I get asked where I get my little portable fan and pocket heaters and special clothing. Even abled coworkers are doing it. My coworker who's younger than me sets alarms to take breaks now just like I do. People seem more comfortable using things that help them now.

My boss has really struggled. He has a lot of internalized ableism and hates thinking of himself as crippled. He spent his whole life physically active and strong and all these health issues and overexertion are catching up with him. Like he did environmental testing in areas with fucking radon. He did work where they threw asbestos around like snow for fun. He's done a ton of really hard physical work. He grew up with the mentality that pain was just something everyone has to push through. But I think seeing a young person make the choice not to push through is helping him a bit. He wants to make his own walking stick, he goes to the doctor more. We bond over having constant medical issues and I even gave him the name of my surgeon. Yea he still says stuff like "shoot me if I have to use a wheelchair" (not as much anymore since he now knows I use one) but he's getting there.

Yeah so I've had this in my drafts for a bit and I wanted to update that my boss has been walking around with a fucking broken ankle for the past couple of weeks. He thought it was just arthritis pain and eventually couldn't take it anymore and went to the foot doctor. The doctor has no clue how the fuck he's been walking on it. Now he has to wear the boot and he's banned from fieldwork while he heals.

Older people and the elderly need to learn that it's okay to not push through the pain and ask for help. Everyone needs to learn this, and not be like my fucking boss. Go to the doctor, get that sore joint checked out. Get those tests done. Use that aid. Stop walking on a broken ankle just because you can.

[loud-mouth-loser]

the other side of the street

summary: joel lives in the house across from yours and you've had your eye on him. you feel like he could be the answer to all your sorrows -- or at least a shoulder to cry on.

pairing: neighbor!joel miller x reader

rating: angst

warning: pre-outbreak!joel, one-sided pining (?), age gap (20 and 36), mention of dysfunctional family, alcohol, comfort, a kiss, crying, angst

w/c: 2.7k

a/n: this one took a while to write. i just wanted to put down some feelings so...here

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Whenever you sit outside on the porch, on one of those outdoor plastic chairs, nursing whatever drink is appropriate for the hour (coffee, lemonade, or a beer), your eyes always drift to that house across the street. The brick one with a pick-up parked out front. 

There’s a man, Joel, who lives there with his daughter. You’ve only talked to him a handful of times, maybe at a semi-annual neighborhood barbeque or at Walmart in one of the aisles looking at brands of cereal, but never on purpose. Nonetheless, you have a fixation. 

You’ve never yearned for someone like this before.

Because Joel is different. 

He’s soft. 

He has that kind of softness you’ve been searching for your whole life. That feeling of comfort that you’ve craved since you were old enough to think.

It’s the way he acts with Sarah, his daughter, showing her unconditional love and always looking at her with an air of awe that says “I can’t believe you’re my kid.” Or how he’s constantly fixing a neighbor’s sink or a/c unit because he can “spare the time” when all he really wants to do is sleep after a hard day of work.

He’s selfless and genuine. A rock in a trashing sea of incoherence. Something to hold on to as the waves push and pull at you, trying to suck you out into uncharted waters.

But he’s also a man. 

And you, a woman. 

You can’t help but admire the gentle curls of his greying hair and those precious brown eyes. And his southern drawl that could pull you to your knees. He could just say your name and you’d be stammering over your words.

He’s more man than you’ve ever experienced in your life. 

And you crave it, you need it.  

You need to feel his scratchy salt and pepper scruff rub against your hand as you pull him close, forehead against his, if only just to look into those deep brown eyes. If only to have him look back at you. 

You need to hear his voice brush against your ears, telling you how beautiful you are. How he’ll always keep you safe. How you’ll always be loved. 

You don’t know why you’re like this: needy, touch-starved, emotional. Could be a lot of things. The fact you’re the youngest, but the only one that can make a meal or clean a plate. Or how you’re the smallest but can take words like a punch in the face. 

Ultimately, you’re the college student, the one who made it, but you were dumb enough to let yourself get sucked back into the same bullshit you escaped from. You wonder if he knows what goes on behind those closed doors. How dysfunctional a house of four can be. 

Either way, it doesn’t matter. It would never work out.

Joel is only in his late-30s, but he’s still too old for you. More like, you’re too young for him. You’re just a kid in his eyes. A kid that grew up, but isn’t really grown-up. And he’s busy. He has work and a daughter to raise – you’d be one more thing to worry about.

And you have enough on your plate as well. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you. But life isn’t fair.

Having this time alone gives you a second wind, a chance to stop yourself from leaving once and for all. Here, you can sit outside away from your family and away from their expectations and demands. Here, you can stare at that house and think about another life, one that’s out of reach. And you’re okay with it because at least you’ll never be disappointed. 

“Mornin’ neighbor!” 

Your mind has been so busy and overcrowded with thoughts that you don’t even realize you’ve been staring at Joel who’s come out to collect his mail. He waves at you, a small smile tucked under his mustache. He’s walking toward you? 

 “Mr. Miller. Hi.” Heat flushes under your skin and you sit up straighter at his presence.

He almost looks nervous as he approaches you, “Hey, I, uh, was wonderin’ if you could do me a favor?” That southern twang slides off his tongue with every word and you just want to lick it up. 

Is that weird? 

Shit, he’s waiting for a response.

“S-sure, what do you need?” 

“It’s my brother’s birthday tomorrow so I’m taking him out for drinks tonight. I just need someone to watch over Sarah and the house.” He nods over to his place as if you didn’t know where he lived. “Usually, I have her go over to Adler’s but they’re out of town…”

“Oh, sure, of course, I can.”

“Really? The pay ain’t great.”

“You don’t need to pay me, Mr. Miller, you’ve done a lot for my family. I’m happy to help.” 

“I appreciate it, sweetheart.” He seems surprised but genuinely grateful, “Is 7 ok?” 

“I’ll be there.”

—

You get there at 6:55, not wanting to appear too enthused, but also wanting to be punctual. He gives you a smile when he opens the door, already dressed in a button-up and dark slacks.

“Thanks again for doing this, kid.” Kid.

“Yeah, sure.” 

He calls out to Sarah, who’s in her room, telling her he’d be back late and not to wait up. She yells back a muffled, “Got it, Dad. See you later!” 

“Don’t let ‘er stay up too late.” He says right before heading out. “She’s a good kid, but she can be persuasive.”

“Don’t worry, I got it covered from here.” 

You watch as he gets into his truck before closing the door. 

You never thought you’d actually enjoy babysitting a 14-year-old preteen. You expected sass or at least a face of indifference, but Sarah is different. She’s polite and easy to get along with. 

She says you’re a step up from hanging with Mrs. Adler and her mom, making dry oatmeal cookies, and watching Nana stare at the wall. 

You think it’s a compliment, so you take it as one. 

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mini Miller.” 

After making sure she did her homework (because you’re a responsible adult), you end up watching one of the Jurrasic Park movies while eating mac and cheese for dinner. It’s nice being able to relax, not tensing up whenever you hear footsteps approach you on creaky wooden floors. This is an escape for you even though it’s just you fulfilling a favor.

You glance at the time on the microwave. 11:47 pm. Way after bedtime. “Alright kid, I think it’s time to head to bed.”

“Kid? You’re only 7 years older than me!”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You pick up the dirty bowls and place them in the sink, “C’mon, your dad will kill me if I let you stay up any longer.”

She rolls her eyes, “No he wouldn’t”

 “Either way. Get on with it.” You give her a look that says, ‘don’t push me’. 

“Alright, alright. I’m going.”

—

It’s been quiet without Sarah around to talk to, and quite boring. You idly flip through channels, barely paying attention to what’s on as the volume is low enough that you’d have to hold your breath to hear it. It’s sometime around midnight, almost nearing 1 o’clock and the whole neighborhood is dark, not a single light on. 

You’re watching reruns of some sitcom when you hear his truck carefully pull into the driveway. The engine dies and the front door opens.

“You’re still here?”

You look at Joel from where you’re seating, “Yeah, just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” He nods, still standing there like he doesn’t know where to go now. “Sarah’s asleep… We made mac and cheese for dinner.” That caught his attention.

“Is there any left?”

“Should be, but it’s cold. It’s been in the fridge for a couple of hours.”

You watch him walk to the kitchen and rifle through the fridge. He gets out the container of saved pasta and then turns to you, the fridge door still open. “You want a beer or somethin’?”

You snort, “I’m only 20.” He shrugs at that. 

He sets out a bottle for himself, “Won’t tell anyone if you don’t. What’s one year, right?” 

“I–Ok.” He takes out another.

He doesn’t even bother to heat up the mac and cheese, just brings it over to the coffee table and sits next to you. “What’re we watching?”

“Um…Friends, I think.” He opens the beers, twisting them open easily, and passes one to you. “Thanks.” He answers you with a quick nod. 

You both watch the show silently as he eats, the show’s laugh track is a mere whisper in the air. You were actually planning on heading home when he returned, but now…it would be rude to – right?

And then there’s an ad break. 

“So how’s the family?” You tense from the question. 

“Fine, good.” You hope he doesn’t notice. 

“Really?” 

You nod, “Yeah.” You take a long sip of beer, a buffer to keep you from saying anything more. It’s bitter on your tongue and acrid at the back of your throat. You swallow it anyway. 

“And you? How have you been?” Me?

Sometimes you wonder if people know how questions like that can make or break a person. A simple, “Are you okay?”, could push you off the edge. And this is Joel that’s asking you. 

His gaze feels heavy on you as he watches your hands fiddle with your bottle anxiously. 

“I’m…good.” 

His eyebrows raise, “Good…really.” He sighs, “That’s all you got for me? You’re just ‘good’?” 

“Um…How about you Mr. Miller?”

“Tired.” You can see it in his eyes and that smile. You decide right then and there, you can’t tell him now. Even if the world is crumbling under you. You’re too young for him and he’s busy. “Glad I have the day off tomorrow.” You nod understandingly because that’s all you can offer. You wish you could do more.

“That’s good”

The show is back on, but neither of you turn back to it. The glow of the tv washes over your forms, locking you in place. 

“What’s up, honey?” He puts down his food, sitting it right on the edge of the coffee table. It’s a precarious position that lowkey freaks you out, but you’re more afraid of his words. “Is something wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?” 

You follow his actions, setting down your bottle while also subtly shoving the container of pasta further onto the table. “Oh, n-no, Mr. Miller. I’m ok.” 

“Please, you can tell me.” His words are pulling you at you, peeling layers off of your practiced role. It’s hard to hold back. Maybe it’s time to leave…

“I–don’t…”

“Why are you still here?” This time the question isn’t asked with an air of surprise. This time he’s worried. You realize you aren’t getting out of this easily. You swear your lip will split with how hard you're biting down on it. “This is a safe space, sweetheart, say whatever you need to. I’ll listen.”

Just like that, you’re yanked off the edge. But now, you’re not as scared. Now you know he’ll be there to soften the fall. 

You talk slowly, careful to just ease along the edge of your feelings, “Sometimes…I don’t want to go home.” Just admitting that takes a huge weight off your shoulders. Joel readjusts his seating position and he’s now turned toward you. He’s listening. 

“Why not? Is something happenin’...?” Those gentle brown eyes urge you to continue.

“It’s–When I’m with my family, living feels like a chore.” It’s spilling, overflowing, “My brother just got out of jail, my mom’s a borderline alcoholic, and my dad is rarely home. I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m in there like I’m suffocating in my own makeshift box. I get angry at them and at myself, and then I’m guilty,” It’s pouring and you can’t stop it. “And t-then I feel lost,” Your voice cracks, but you’re too engulfed in everything to care, “because they’re all I’ve known. And I want them to change, god I do, but I also just want them to go away. I want to go away, even just for a little bit.” You don’t realize you’re crying until a warm droplet spills down your neck and under your t-shirt. 

“Come ‘ere.” He pulls you against him, letting you lean on his chest, not caring if your tears soak through his clothes. You let the tears fall now that you aren’t facing each other and they spill down your cheeks, hot and sticky. “It’s okay, honey. Just let it out.” A hand smooths against your back, comfortingly.

You could be crying from embarrassment as much as your emotional exhaustion. Or even about how good it feels to finally be comforted. 

His heartbeat is steady under you as well as each rise and fall of his chest. The soothing movement helps to calm you down until you’re just sniffling every so often.

“Have you ever been in a room full of people, but feel completely and utterly alone?” Your voice is hoarse and faint, slightly muffled as your cheek is pressed flush against his chest. 

His voice is soft, “I have.” 

Another sniffle. 

“I don’t want to be alone anymore, Joel.” Your head is tucked under his chin and nuzzled into his soft flannel. 

His hand your head off of him and he looks right into your eyes, palm cradling your cheek, “You’re not alone, honey.” He says it so quietly like it’s just for you to hear and no one else. 

You must look a mess, eyes red and nose snuffed, as you stare back at him. Your eyes glisten with tears and admiration like he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. And then they drop, below the honey eyes, and under his freckled nose. 

What would you have to give to get that kind of comfort?

You realize what you’re doing and look back up, face heating with flustered energy and embarrassment. His eyebrows are furrowed when you meet his eyes again. He has to know exactly what you were thinking.

God, you fucked it all up! 

You expect him to push you away…but he doesn’t. 

He leans in before you could say anything, pressing his lips gently against yours. It takes you a second to realize what was happening as held you and breathed you in. He’s kissing you. 

Your eyes flutter shut and you sigh into the kiss, eagerly pushing toward him to feel this skin flush against you. His lips are so soft as they brush against yours, careful to keep things slow and gentle as you ease into it. You whine softly as he pulls back, trying to chase his lips as he leaves. You can’t, he’s holding you back. 

He starts nipping and sucking at your plump lips lovingly before pushing back in to swallow down your gasps. His hands continue to cradle your jaw, guiding your head as he deepens the kiss, tongue gliding over your sensitive lips. You try to ignore the way his whiskers tickle your upper lip as he pushes into your mouth, tongue mingling and laving against yours like it’s his life source. 

“Joel.” 

His touch disappears. 

You pull away, dazed by his kiss. His taste. You wonder if he felt it too, that spark, that connection. The feel of his lips against yours is addicting and you’d do anything to do it again. 

When you meet his eyes, it’s clear he doesn’t feel the same. 

“...T-this was a mistake.”

“What–”

“Honey, I shouldn’t have done that.” He gets up off the couch. “You were distressed and I took advantage of it.” You start to shake your head, but you don’t get a word out. “I did and I apologize. Look, maybe these beers weren’t a good idea. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea…”

“Joel,” 

“It’s Miller.” Any glint of hope you once had is immediately snuffed out. 

“But, I wanted it.” 

“You don’t know what you want.” That hurts. He can tell. His eyes soften, “Can we just…pretend like that never happened?”

“Yeah. I-I understand, Mr. Miller.” You get up and collect your sweater and phone, leaving the barely-touched bottle on the coffee table. “I’ll…just go now. It’s way past my curfew anyway.” 

You anxiously try to walk around him to the front door, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. You freeze. 

“Just…be safe, okay?”

“Sure.”

You walk out.

[theacedragon0w0]

It's just a Doll

Sage is gifted a stuffed plushie and doesn't know how to cope with it

Kinda angst warning because Maaan Sage's self love is more empty than a Walmart parking lot at 3am and can't take what they dish out

It was your typical shopping date for the girls, Sage and Hazel on bag carrying duty while Velvette and Rosalina took charge on finding cute accessories for the two guards and themselves to match.

"I don't understand why they insist on finding 30 pairs of belts and keychains," Sage groaned, seeing Velvette and Rose cooing yet another clip on red bow that sat on a display case.

"Ah let them spoil us Bluebell, they did the same when we went to that hanging gardens and they didn't have a gift shop." Hazel nudged Sage, but her ears lowered as both saw Velvette asking the clerk about a bedazzled collar that caught her eye.

Still, Sage was still getting used to being pampered, she much rather be the one spoiling them instead. Turning their head they spotted a fuzzy item.

It was a tiger plushie, the size of a pillow and the fabric looked cuddling. Almost like instinct Sage shifted their hands so they could get a feel of the fluffy friend.

It was soft, like holding a cloud of reassuring love, it's beady eyes showing no judgment. Sage stared at the tiger and couldn't help but remember her old one she lost all those years ago.

Before she was sent here, before she was taught that she had to "grow up" and help out the house, before the person that she thought she could trust shot her in the b-

"Bluebell, you there?" Hazel touched Sage's shoulder. That's right, Hazel, one of Sage's loves, that never made her feel worthless or pathetic or weak. Sage was safe, well as safe as being a body guard for an overlord can be. But Sage sighed, placing their new aquainted friend back on the shelf.

"You've been staring at that there stuffed toy fer a while now, you know if you want it you can ask the girls to get it-"

"No! I-i mean no it's fine really! Besides what would I want a silly kids doll anyway I got you guys to cuddle with!"

Hazel, not taking the half baked excuse, reach behind Sage to grab the tiger, whistled for Rosalina and Velvette's attention before tossing the stuffed animal at their direction.

"Yo boss! Sage wants this, can you add that with all the shiny knick-knacks yall are grabbin?"

Velvette and Rosalina looked down at the stuffed tiger, completely forgetting a set of earrings that they were going to add in their bags.

"Awww, Sage we love to get you this sweetie!" Both ladies cooed.

Sage, now deep violet on their ears and face, rushed to snatch the doll away from their grasp, but Rosalina, taking advantage of her height, kepted the tiger out of Sage's reach.

Sage quickly gave up, not wanting to cause a scene, booked towards the exit, almost forgetting they were holding bags of unpaid items. Fuck!

Hazel, tailing Sage and was thankful that they didn't barge out of the store, bent her knees so she was eye level with them

"Hey, what's wrong about getting you a plushie friend?"

Sage, at this point is fighting tears, they hated this feeling, like they were a child acting out, "I said I don't need a stupid doll, it's childish and I shouldn't have grabbed it in the first place-"

Hazel, cutting off Sage by bringing them into an embrace "It's not childish to want something love, you can always ask for stuff you know?"

Sage, choked, "I know that,"

"Do you? We love you, and it's not just you go outta way to make us these amazing dishes or that you work with the other worker's for Velvette's workload, or how you help me detangle my fur, or even to entertain Rosalina herself, we love you."

Velvette and Rosalina joined in on the embrace, Sage was at a loss of words, fave burying into Hazel's fur, mumbled "you guys are too good for me, get that stupid tiger."

Hazel belongs to the pookie @puffymucher

Rosalina belongs to the other pookie @mirconreadzztuff22

[otrtbs]

i feel for u nat bc how u feel right now is how i would feel if timmy shaved his head :// i would go into a deep and dark depressive mourning and need several business months to come out of it

it’s so bad syd

i’m making shrines and collages i’m praying for a reversal of fortune im basically falling to my knees in a walmart parking lot and screaming at the sky

[b3ttysgard3n]

“I really know you”

okay, then you should know that hot showers are my favorite because it feels like a thousand little hugs at the same time, that me and my childhood best friend used to hate each other because we were jealous of the other, my real name is charlotte marie but I hate being called that because it makes me sound like a grandma and I got my nickname from an ex friend who thought I said charlie when I introduced myself, and my closest friends call me char & char char. I have three beautiful lovely cats at my mother’s and a foster cat at my dad’s, and I used to be terrified of dogs when I was little until I met my aunt’s dogs, I love sweet strawberries and lemonade and charcuterie boards, and I’m really quiet around most people unless I really like them, and then I talk and talk and talk until my jaw hurts. I love dancing but can’t take dance classes because I have a knee disease, I love hugs and cuddles and holding hands platonically and romantically, I’ve had 2 girlfriends ever, and kissed someone a total of 5 times. I love roller coasters and rides and swimming and water parks, and I still wear walmart training bras because I’m flat as a pancake, and I’m really insecure about my teeth because they’re yellow and I have a gap between my front teeth. When I get really anxious I disassociate a lot and my stutter gets really bad, and my favorite show is young sheldon and I love kuromi and sanrio and playing roblox for hours on end, and I love my curly hair and my eyes are green but in the right light they glow like the moon in water.

so yeah, I guess you know me.

[bruh-anator3000]

Be still, my bleeding heart. My family fights and I am left alone with a pen in one hand, my heavy head in the other. Let me write comfort, until my fingers bleed harder than my heart. Til the scratching of pencil against paper, fingers tapping at the keyboard drown out their angered shouts.

My family's arguing, so let me write

...

You could feel the dried tracks of your tears. Still heard them fight despite it being the dead of night. It didn't get like this very often anymore, now that you and your sister were moved out. Holidays were fine, usually. But your father just had to mouth off, and you never knew your older sister to let it go without speaking her mind.

They were very similar in that way but god forbid you ever said that.

It was... more handled than when you were kids. No one raised their voice to full volume, your mother went to go speak with both separately once they had stopped. It just... it hurt.

They were your family. No matter how little your father was there for you as a kid, or how insecure your mother always was, they were family. And it hurt so much to see them hate each other.

How could two people you grew up with, shared the same blood with, loved forever, act so hateful towards one another?

In front of your boyfriend, no less.

Viktor laid dead asleep besides you in your old bed. He wanted to meet your family over break, no matter how you warned him to run for the hills. He was gentle and sweet with them, with you. Regarded your father with more respect than you thought he deserved. Helped your mother cook and set up dinner.

He almost beat your sister at Mario Kart. None of your previous partners had even gotten close. He was blue-shelled each time he got into first place, but he did not fall further than 3rd.

And then your father mouthed off. Your sister's dog got on his nerves, and he said something you've heard before, rarely but you heard it, as a kid.

'Work is better than this house!' He shouted. He was frustrated with the dog, you knew that. It happened all the time. He didn't mean it. Right?

But, damn you, your mind went back to the night before your big performance in second grade. The dog had gotten on his nerves then, but you didn't see that. All you knew was after you asked if he would show up, he said that his hell of work was better than home.

Took you back to the time you were playing Super Smash Bros with your sister in high-school, cheering on that you finally beat her. The dog had bit him. But you didn't see that. All you heard was work was better than home.

Your sister, catching onto your sullen expression and refusing to let him talk to her dog that way, fought back.

You grabbed Viktor out before it got too heated, before you became the 13 year old who wasn't sure if her sister was going to run away or not because of a bad fight with your father. Under the guise of getting dessert, you left the house.

Viktor, bless him, he could always see right through you. Stuck in your seat in the WalMart parking lot, he placed a hand on your knee and told you it was okay to cry. That all families fight, that it was allowed to hurt.

Every wall you set, every moat you dug to keep the tears from spilling onto him collapsed when he said you deserved better.

Gods, Viktor could always see right through you. Bullet proof glass was still glass. And he always saw right through it.

Even now, in the depths of night, as the fight you heard earlier, and every fight before that ran through your head, he could tell you were bothered. Dead asleep or not, his hand lazily reached out behind him to find yours.

Hushing him, telling him he should go back to sleep, you held his hand. His whole body followed, mindful of his leg, Viktor rolled to face you. Golden eyes glazed with sleepiness, he stared at you through heavy brows and dark lashes.

"It's still bothering you?" Accent husk with drowsiness, you would've expected it to sound more angry. Upset, disappointed you still held onto such a negative moment from hours before. That had always been a bad habit of yours, especially when it was about people you cared deeply for.

But no. No judgement, no vemon hid behind bared teeth. Viktor asked out of curiosity - better yet, out of concern. It wasn't much of a question, just confirmation because he was that good.

You still don't understand how you got so lucky.

"Just a bit." You sniffled, wiping your free hand under your nose. You couldn't hide much from him, but maybe he'd let you have your pride and allow you to hide your snot.

"More than a bit," He groaned, shifting to sit besides you against the headboard. You tried to shush him away, but ever the gentleman. "If you're still awake." He ran the hand that wasn't locked with yours through your hair. "Talk with me. I'm your shoulder to lean on,"

"Not when you're half asleep." You felt guilty. The man barely got enough sleep as it is. You should've left the room to wallow.

"Especially then." He murmured, whole body going with him as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Tell me every thought in your head until they're gone. All of them."

"Do you think my stuffed animals hate me?" Your eyes caught on the old stuffie you had. Your parents kept it on a shelf, to remember you by.

Viktor knew you were stalling, trying to direct the conversation away from what was really bothering you. His skeptical side eye left you feeling exposed. An open book to him, no page left unread.

"M' sure they'll understand." He spoke slow, nose nuzzling your cheek. "Give them time, and explain how you feel, maybe the stuffed animal will even feel the same."

Damn him, even in the state between awake and rest, he knew how to weave life lessons into something unrelated.

"You don't think they hate me? That they don't..." You sighed. "They cant be arguing because of something I did, right?"

Viktor hummed in agreement, the vibrations warm and ticklish against your neck as he kissed your jaw. "I can't think of a reason why it would be your fault."

"I know that. It was the dog, my dad isn't fond of dogs." You grumbled, hand going to straighten out a few tangled knots in his soft chestnut hair. "I just... I don't know. Maybe this is just some deep rooted victim complex."

"If it is, then we can work on it later." He reasoned. "But now, it is hurting you. The pain matters, it exists no matter how it's come to be. Let's talk through it, then we can worry about why exactly, if you feel so inclined."

You sighed. "You're too smart. Even at 4 in the morning." Viktor huffed against your skin. "I just feel like, maybe I could do more? I don't know, they're adults but they're also my family. It hurts me, deeply, to see them so angry with each other. Why can't they understand that they do love each other?"

He nodded against your shoulder, arm falling to your seated hip. "This sounds deeper than an argument over the dog biting the leg of his chair."

You sighed, letting your head fall back and tugged your fingers through his hair fully. It was grounding. He was grounding. More home than the actual house you grew up in, the house you were staying in right now. His scent, so overwhelmingly him. His weight, of his chin on your shoulder, his hand around your torso, leg tangled with yours. His gentle eyes, half lidded as he peered up at you. Waiting, with no expectation, no judgment, just waiting.

It was always deeper than what sparked it. But you had no energy left to speak about it. "I'm... I'm too tired."

Viktor smiled. He tugged you down, harsh and sudden. You had no complaints as you landed on top of him with a whumpf. He only nudged your hip, helping you angle it so it wasn't pressing on his leg. Arms tight and warm around you. His fingers ran up and down your back, his sentences smoothing into long words.

This was home. You loved your older sister. Loved your father and your mother, for everything they have done for you. But nothing was as filling than the love you held for Viktor.

It wasn't an expected love, it was one you grew into. One you chose to love. One that stole your heart but their hands were gentle as they held it. Theif or not, Viktor held your heart with care. Treated it like it was the most special heart in the world. Treated you like the most precious person to ever exist.

He held you close, his muffled heart and slowed breathing lulled you to your own sleep. Nipping at your toes, but Viktor did not let them bite. No, he gently cradled you into sleep, it wasn't left dragging you under or smothering you. No, Viktor held you, laying you in the river of dreams, gentle and careful and smiling with you.

He was all you needed. He was home.

[lunaryrs]

🎵 cora and sienna

team / lorde

call all the ladies out, they're in their finery. a hundred jewels on throats, a hundred jewels between teeth. now bring my boys in, their skin in craters like the moon. the moon we love like a brother while he glows through the room. dancing around the lies we tell, dancing around big eyes as well. even the comatose, they don't dance and tell.

this one representing the entire friend group... i think they're so early lorde coded because they're so small town punk bitch royalty, skateboard wheels on cracked asphalt, slurpees in the parking lot, the gaggle of them with bruised knees and scuffed converse feeling on top of the world cuz their little hole-in-the-wall bar doesn't look too hard at their fake IDs when its otherwise dead on tuesday nights.

youth / troye sivan what if we run away? what if we left today? ... what if we start to drive? what if we close our eyes? what if we're speeding through red lights into paradise? 'cause we've no time for getting old, mortal bodies, timeless souls. cross your fingers, here we go. ... my youth is yours.

ummm why do i need ot explain this one just read the words. no i'm kidding i had a whole thought out thing for this one but i prioritized writing out other ones and then jake called me in the middle of doing that and i forgot about everything and this whole meme went to shit and here we are. but i know that you have a big brain and honestly? even if you didn't this one is pretty self explanatory.

16 / sadie jean

your old room, these walls look different. nothing's new, just days and distance. and i'm freaked out the more i realize it's gone now, but sometimes i want to be 16 at the park, parked in your dad's car. ... best friends, wanna get drunk in a backyard. so cool hanging out in the backyard. girl talk, talk about boys like it's business. mom's mad, gotta get home this instant. 16, bittersweet.

bram is only a baby and all but fuck that guy for coming between them like this............ i don't know i just picture cora in that little apartment with the baby reminiscing on the youth that she had/should still have rly and seeing her friendship w sienna at the center of it all. reflecting on the passing of time and all that's been lost and gained. they're still in each other's lives they'll just never have that version of themselves back and i think cora wishes she recognized how good those moments were when she was in them

"slut!" / taylor swift

flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard. clink clink, being this young is art. aquamarine moonlit swimming pool. what if all i need is you? ... adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows. love thorns all over this rose. ... but if i'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

my little lesbianism au... i love it because it conjures up images of like the neighborhood pools they'd hop the fence into, them attached by their pinkies floating side by side on tacky pool floats they got prior raiding walmart with full intent to trespass bc they knew someone was on vacation or whatever. i know i told you i never really had a reason for cora's general sense of discontent until i thought of this and everything kind of clicked. very clear on sienna being all she could ever need but hadn't considered it in the romantic sense and i couldn't unthink of it that way ever since. in terms again of the greater friend group given how a few of the guys treat mollie it's like ok... perhaps not the biggest leap to think there's some misogyny there, surely some criticism from the skeevier guys that would feel like yknow the hot girls in the friend group are obliged to them somehow (and of course being romantically involved w some of them already as well). so i like this idea that they have this sensual secret thing going on and just kind of weighing the pros and cons of being like fuck it lets abandon this charade

[paintedvanilla]

I don’t watch good omens but seeing you get excited about Crowley makes me happy :)

Veronica I’m truly having the time of my life I cannot believe I’m getting more Crowley content in the first place let alone ALL OF THIS I feel like I’ve won the lottery. I don’t know what to do with myself!! Falling to my knees in the Walmart parking lot rn.

[mastrandre]

You drive to my place excited, anxious and your heart racing , stopping in front of my place,text me youre downstairs. i leave my place as you await by passenger side door keys in hand, as i get to you i start kissing you passionately,acutely aware you are completely soaked by now, i grab your keys and i open door for you. I help you sit down i buckle you up since youre so shaky. Walking around to drivers side i see the towels and all your toys on back seat as instructed, and proceed to sit in the drivers seat.

As soon as i sit i repeat the cum word 5 times then i start the car driving to our first stop. We go to a Tim Horton's grabbing us some coffees and i drive us to the parking lot of the nearest Walmart and choose a location far from entrance and then reach over to backseat grabbing a towel telling you to put it underneath you, then inserting a finger into your pussy...

I tell you to spread a bit wider and start rubbing you gspot until you fill my hand with your juices, bring it to my mouth to taste you finally, visibly hard cock within my pants, me commando underneath, the fabric is rubbing against my shaft and head the friction is nearly more than i can bear, i open the door and intruct you to head to back seat lay down legs towards me. You're visibly flustered mind racing in anticipation, but doing exactly as you were told and clearing the stuff from seat into space on the floor...

I open back door get only one knee in grab your ankles, as you let out a small yelp and plant them spread on ceiling of car then i reach further in and grab the panties and pull em as far as theyll go down your legs and with driver side fully open i start eating you out until im content ive tasted you sufficiently.

After im done i instruct you to go back to your seat and buckle up without readjusting yourself, a look of nervousness mixed in with delighted humiliation flashes across your face. I close my door hand you a coffee and we both drink it quickly as we both are beyond squirmy and desiring what comes next.

As i drink my coffee im intoxicated by your scent and can taste you with every sip i take making me throb alot, almost as if my cock was trying to poke a hole right through my pants, you notice this and start squirting uncontrollably biting your lower lip not to scream. We both down our coffees as if we had been in a desert for days, your eyes pleading to be allowed to finally feel that cock. I grab your left hand and bring it over to my crotch instructing you to only feel it through the pants, visible disappointment on your face. "Don't worry youll see and taste it soon enough Bubbles" After youve started doing this im going insane i want you so bad but at same time i prevent myself from giving in. Start the car and drive to our destination. At first stop i tell you to pull out your lush 2 and hand me your phone with app turned on.

I grab the phone and position it on my seat between my legs and take the lush and tell you to apply the cinnamon oil that i brought for you on its entire surface. You do so not knowing what to expect, swallowing hard. I take the slicked up lush and push it into your pussy roughly fingering your clit as i do so.

After ive made sure to turn the lush on, i return my hand to your app and start programming a pattern quickly that makes you go into convulsive orgasms and i snap your focus back to fondling my cock and balls with a slap to your breasts. You hand feels good but i need more now and quickly measure time to the next rest area on our route. So i instruct you to put your hand inside my pants but spread your legs and tell you to keep em that way till we stop and now start to finger your clit into a frenzy stopping at times to squeeze it nice and hard. Every pinch accompanied with your lips parting as if to scream but only showing tongue lingering at your lower lip deep moans escaping in a continuous stream of unbridled pleasure and pain. We get near to rest area and i have to let go, but i taste your wonderful juices yet again.

After parking where there is trees and shade i tell you to stop and wait, visibly not happy about stopping you hear " Now its your turn to taste, you slutty fucktoy whore" you start salivating at this command in anticipation,  backing my seat up to its rear most position and dropping the backrest all the way to give you room i make the gesture to unbuckle and then pull the dress down so i can see your breasts in that hot red lingerie top.

Unbuckling and then twisting sideways because of the panties being somewhat restrictive, i tell you to take them off and keep em on the seat. Your eyes pleading to begin i nod yes you've been anticipating this moment for so long, your hands tremble, pussy still being frenzied by the toy inserted, finally able to get belt undone and pants opened up releasing my thick member. You get flushed, licking your lips and start to give me oral care using everything youve learned pleases me most and some from your own experiences. After 20 mins or so i push your face down by your hair so im in your throat and shoot stream after stream of hot sperm right into you making deep,near animalistic groans as this is happening.

As you sit back up being released from my grip i notice the self satisfied grin, the ruined mascara but mostly the quieted mind appearance of subspace, very self evident on your face. " turn around and present your ass fucktoy, Master's not done yet, take your soaked panties and put em fully into your mouth as a gag." reaching into my bag i pull out a day plug and instruct you to hold your ass cheeks spread, rubbing it against your pussy to get it lubbed up by that cumsoaked slit, inserting it slowly until only the guard is left visible.

I point at your seat for you to return to your original position. Cheecks on fire from your elevated blood pressure, endorphins flushing your entire body, you are in a haze of pleasure and pain.

Before readjusting myself i stretch my arm out into your bag and pull out your wand and 2 of the towels you had on the seat earlier. " Raise that sexy ass and put these to cover the seat under you" as i hand them over you notice the wand and become even more flushed and you're almost begging me with your big blue beautiful eyes not to, body betraying you by squirting almost instantly.That makes me laugh and as soon as youve placed the towels i nestle the wand right up against the rearmost point of your pussy, as the vibrations grow in intensity between the lush and the wand, i start the car and drive up to the Tim Horton's drive through and order us cofffees. Flustered beyond belief your wet panties hidden in your mouth and both vibes working you over sitting on towels anyone at any moment we're stopped can catch you amidst a flurry of orgasms. Coffees are brought and i hand over yours but shifting over to grab sends you over the edge and a loud moan escapes you, making the male cashier grin slyly as he hands me mine.

We drive off, and it takes another tortuous 45 minutes to get to the rented cabin by the lake in Val David. 45 minutes of non stop over the top orgasms your face flushed short of breath and eyes barely able to focus arriving there. Coffees a mere memory by now, towels completely drenched in your cum and your legs almost unable to support your own mass. I get out first and walk over to your door, opening it and admiring your stare and just how so very sexy you are. "Dont move Bubbles" said in my Dom voice, you  can barely even nod by now, making me grin. I grab the wand, turn it off and proceed to remove the lush from your cum soaked pussy, you orgasm as its nearly out and that just expels it right onto the towels glistening in the mid morning sunlight from your juices and finally i pull out the panties from your mouth, handing them to you. Reaching for your hair i pull your face near my crotch, have you pull out my cock and start facefucking you right then and there, still buckled in your car seat, those big sexy lips feeling glorious on my shaft, the choking noises as i hit your throat, the running mascara from you tearing up, all things making me take your mouth in a more manic way. After a long while, groaning hard i empty another load into that pretty little mouth of yours and you smile radiantly.I unbuckle you, take your hand to help you out of the car, then as soon as your balance is back i wrap my arms around you in a loving embrace, our tongues dancing together in a hedonistic deep passionate rythm.

Closing the car door afterwards. I have you stand there in waiting position as i carry our stuff inside the beautiful 2 story, 3700 square foot cabin.

I come back out, heading for you with a very voracious grin, bend down and grab your upper legs tossing you over my shoulder and bring you back inside while you twitch and let out half-serious protests to have me put you down, which i don't pay attention to until we're both inside, i put you down face flushed from being upside down and close the door. As soon as the door closes "Inspection, Bubbles" and you immidiatly assume the position panty still in your hand. This time i pace around you feeling every inch with my hands and devouring ýou with my eyes.

I take the panty and toss it onto the chair nearby then i grab your top and pull it off to go join the panty, kissing every inch of skin as it becomes exposed and that gorgeous red bra. Removing it and kissing even more as you cant stop squirming and panting, then i remove the last piece the dress... i grab you by the hair and kiss you deeply while my other hand explores your body making you squeal and moan even more. "Your turn to undress me Bubbles" i say with that grinning smile hinted to as well within my voice's tone.As you undress me youre doing it exactly as i did for you with 1 exception you decided to go full out and not only kiss my ass cheeks but rimm me to my pleasure and surprise " well done slut" once at the front you go to suck me off but i tell you to french my balls first. Your absolute lust and devotion clearly visible in your whole body as you lunge for my balls as if the most divine meal youve ever seen was in their place. Your mouth ravenously and passionately gobbles up my sack and your tongue starts driving me wild as it lovingly tongue lashes my balls. I grab the back of your head and keep you there for a long time to the point you have trouble breathing but you only look up to me with love and devotion, not panic. ●More soon as this is a work in progress●

[scentedbluebirdnightmare]

Today is the 1st, and I woke up at 9:30, later than usual, but that's fine. I don't really have a schedule. My boyfriend left to walk the dog and ran into our neighbor. Then he had to go to the ATM to pick up the money to pay back our neighbor, who is also our weed dealer. $480, that's a lot. I was hoping that when we moved 120 miles away from everyone we knew, we would have a clean slate and fewer connections to weed, but alas, it is everywhere. Now we just need the self-discipline not to spend so much on it every month. It's hard because we are home all the time, bored, and weed is something to do during the day. At least it feels like doing something, when really it's just kind of sitting there.

All my nose has done since I woke up is run. On a side note, I used Palmer's firming lotion on my tummy today, and it smells amazing. I'm going to use it daily now because I'm actively trying to lose weight and I want to keep my tummy as firm as possible to prevent any loose skin.

I ordered the food for the pets, another $331 gone from the bank, and we only have about a month's supply to show for it. (We have a lot of pets; they're all rescues.) I also paid off 25% of one credit card and 20% of another, 50% on the third, and 10% on the fourth card. This should get me a lot closer to that "under 30% utilization" that credit reports like to see.

Also, the new management gave us a new gate code, so we'll need to update that. I need to register my sister's car to our apartment. She's the only one who ever visits, and since we don't have a car, it makes sense to give her our permanent parking pass for our lease. Another thing I have to do this month is take the dog to the vet. I don't think his meds at home are working well for him because he is incessantly licking his genitals, knees, and ankles. I think he's in pain, so it's time to take a trip to the vet. I have to find a new vet in this area because the chain store vet I was planning to use closed down. The vet we take the cats to might be an option, but I liked the chain store vets for the dog because they offered those monthly plans.

A huge reason I'm working on my credit right now is to make sure that when the dog really needs it, I can get that CareCredit they have for pet emergencies. Hopefully, it all works out. I also put another $100 in savings. If it works out and we never use the credit cards again after today, then I will have $500 across the 4 cards and the savings account set aside for the dog's vet needs and probably his final expenses soon. He is an old man and has a lot of lumps on him. He might not see his 11th birthday, but I'm hopeful. Some days he is still really spry, and some days you can tell his big 160lb body is getting tired of its own weight.

Sorry to be depressing; I'm just thinking about things since it's the beginning of the month, and I'm thinking about all the stuff I have to do.

It's 11:30 now, and all I've done so far is sit in bed and watch my money leave my bank. It's bonkers. I need to drag myself up and into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. There's no need to leave my PJs today; I'm just sitting at home until it's time to Uber to the grocery store tomorrow. It'll save on laundry at least. I'll probably do a half-assed cleaning of the apartment while playing Surviving Mars on the PS5 and making the grocery list for tomorrow.

I think I'm going to try Walmart instead of Kroger this time because I need a new vacuum and some more wild bird food. I always feel bad when I run out. I know the birds can eat elsewhere, but in this packed cityscape, I love knowing that they can find one little safe spot to eat and relax (while my cats watch them through the clear glass back door, haha). Okay, I must quit this bed now.

Take care, reader. Thanks for reading my very long post about my very mundane life. It's nice to know that someone knows I at least exist.