#environment + i don’t have a supply bag to pick up any messes she might make

[iinmysights]

wanting to take the dog to get a pup cup vs not wanting to risk explaining to the police why she ate an entire bin of baby chickens

[winifredsandersonsbitch]

Insufferable (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Warnings: none?? Unless you count the fact that I don’t really know much at all about Star Wars oops

Description: The reader’s more than a little high-strung, so Leia pushes them to work more closely with Dameron. He has a way of making things more fun, especially when they get off base.

He’s insufferable.

Not that it bothers you. Much. Or that you’d ever let anyone know how peeved you are to not be the golden child of the Resistance.

Yes, you know this is a group effort and the only real thing that matters is saving lives. But back on your planet, you were important. People looked up to you. You worked your ass off to get into government, became the single youngest person on the council governing your city. They adored you. Here, you’re just another recruit.

If you had a therapist, they might tell you that you were covering for insecurities from your childhood or that you were trying to replace your fear with loathing. You’d probably agree with them. But is it so awful to want a little recognition?

Seeing him strut around the compound like he’s the Maker’s gift to all living creatures, hearing your fellow strategists whisper about “the best pilot in the Resistance.” It grates on you. You wish it didn’t, would give anything to not be this weak and arrogant and dependent on other people’s opinions. But you are, so you settle for avoiding Dameron as much as possible in order to keep yourself from making him victim to any... misplaced frustration.

It works, for awhile. The General is sharp as a tack, though, and she sees how you bristle when his name is mentioned. One day, after a particularly grueling meeting has ended, you almost run into her discussing an upcoming recon flight with the pilot. Just outside the door to the war room. Like she planned it or something.

Your suspicions are confirmed when she smiles at you in the least nonchalant manner you’ve ever seen and asks if you’ve had a chance to speak with him yet.

“(Y/n),” she explains to Dameron, “has only been with us for a few months, but she’s a brilliant strategist. Your upcoming mission may not be your most challenging one ever, but it’s always good to run through plans with someone who has a fresh perspective, yes?”

She’s looking at Dameron, but the question is addressed to both of you. The General doesn’t like friction in her ranks, unless it’s motivational, and this little one-sided rivalry has left you more discouraged than anything else. You swallow and open your mouth to agree, but Dameron beats you to it.

“Believe me, ma’am, I’m more than familiar with her work.”

A muscle in your jaw ticks before you can help yourself. It’s a small movement, but Leia catches it and declares that she will leave the two of you to discuss the details. You hope you haven’t made a terrible impression on her, but right now you’re more concerned with the way that Dameron is looking at you.

You don’t believe him. About your work, that is. He’s being polite. There’s no reason for the tiny spark of—what? Surprise? Satisfaction? It sits in your stomach, small but heavy, until he clears his throat.

“Listen, I don’t mean to inconvenience you or anything. I’m sure you have plenty of important work to be doing and I don’t want to add to the load.” His voice is sincere, but your feathers are a little ruffled anyway. Does he think you wouldn’t be helpful? That you’d be wasting your time?

“No, of course not,” you say stiffly. “You’ve probably had plenty of other people look over your plans. And it’s not, as the General said, the most dangerous mission you’ve ever undertaken.”

“You’ve got that right.” His smile is easy, if a little sheepish. You turn to walk back to your quarters, but what he says next stops you in your tracks. “D’you think... Maybe you would want to get a drink or something? When you’re less busy?”

You rotate back mechanically, blink at him until he blurts out, “I mean, I just feel like I don’t know you very well at all. And if Leia’s right about you, and I think she is, we’ll probably be seeing a lot more of each other. I like to have a good working relationship with my team.”

His team. You force a smile. “Sure. That would be nice.”

If you’re ever going to move up here, you have to play well with others. You can’t refuse Dameron outright, but you don’t have to like him.

You don’t even get to turning around this time when he says, “Well, I’m free after my flight tomorrow. I’m coming back from Tatooine, but I promise I’ll shower before I meet you. If that works for you.”

You can’t keep your eyes from widening. You thought that when he suggested getting together soon, it would be one of those things where neither of you could ever be bothered to find a time that worked and it just eventually faded until the promise was broken by default. But tomorrow is soon indeed. And you don’t even have any work to hide behind. All that has been going on for the past week is recon missions, and Dameron already said he didn’t need your help with that.

After a beat of discomfort, you come back to your senses and stutter out an affirmative. Poe — Dameron — the smile lines around his eyes crinkle.

“Great,” he says. This time, you think he means it. “I’ll see you around six?”

“Great,” you echo.

Your voice sounds off, even to you, but he doesn’t narrow his eyes slightly or cock his head in the way that you’ve come to associate with people who think you’re more than a little strange. He only gives you a jaunty and slightly awkward wave himself as he disappears around the corner.

—

You don’t know what to wear.

It’s not like you have a whole lot of choices, outside your standard-issue uniform, but still. Appearances are important, and you are meeting with the best pilot in the Resistance. For drinks, nonetheless.

Drinks suggest loose, casual fun, right? A blouse is loose. But maybe it’s a little nicer than what you normally see Dameron lounging around the compound in. Your uniform is definitely casual, but if Dameron’s going to the trouble of showering after his mission, it would be rude to turn up in your clothes like you just stepped out of the war room. Maybe you’ll just wear your black shirt and—

And you’re going to be late and that will no doubt make a worse impression than whatever you pull on. You leave your clothes to puddle on the floor as you step out of them, settling on the one white t-shirt you have and some pants made of a breathable fabric that your coworker Madyn picked up in Naboo. It’s not your most creative outfit, but materials here are limited and you doubt that Dameron will care much either way.

You’re on your way to Dameron’s room when he catches you by surprise in the hallway. His hair is slicked back, the muscles in his arms flexing through a semi-tight cotton long sleeve as he runs his right hand over his beard in a gesture you would almost call nervous, if you didn’t know any better. With his left, he’s gripping the neck of a brown-bagged bottle.

“You look nice,” you both blurt. The overlap makes him laugh and you flush. You hope it isn’t a sign of more awkwardness to come.

“Should we get going?” you ask finally. He nods, taking the lead as per usual.

You don’t bother to ask exactly where it is you’re going, although he passes right by the mess hall. You assumed “a drink” meant sitting down and having some of the stuff the pilots brought back from their various missions in an environment you both knew and were comfortable with. You should have expected Dameron to diverge from the norm.

“I thought we’d get you off base tonight, if that’s all right,” he supplies, trying to fill the silence. “You’ve only been here a few months, but all I’ve ever seen you do is work.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

If possible, you stiffen more at this comment. All through your school years, people had poked fun at you for taking work too seriously. You’d thought that ended when you got a council seat, but apparently you were considered uptight even in the Resistance, where matters were literally life-or-death.

Dameron’s voice is purposefully charming, soothing like the balm your mother used to rub over your calluses. “You’re a great analyst. Everyone thinks so. But part of what we’re fighting for here is a sense of normalcy, of the right that people have to enjoy their lives without having to worry about the First Order coming in and claiming them. Don’t you think you deserve the same?”

You’re still considering your answer when he leads you to the ship.

He seems to be a little more at home than you, here in this arena. You don’t have much experience with this type of outing. You don’t know what the protocol is. Dameron’s hitting dials and adjusting knobs that only semi make sense to you, even after your work at the base. Then he turns to you, brushing dark curls out of his eyes.

“Is this okay?”

For some reason, you can’t open your mouth to respond, so you settle for a nod that sets him back at ease. You sit down next to him and busy yourself with watching his hands move. You’ve got a sneaking suspicion that he’s doing more than strictly necessary, playing with the controls to impress you, but it’s working so you stay silent.

“Leia approved this, just so you know,” Dameron says, and you tear your gaze from where his long fingers have been playing on the dash to meet his eyes. Your face is burning.

“Good.” It’s an actual squeak that escapes from your mouth. Maker, it’s embarrassing how much you’ve started caring about the pilot’s opinion in the past few hours.

“Are you all set?”

“Yes.”

“All-righty then,” Dameron says, then immediately winces. “Forget I said that.”

You bite your lip to keep from smiling. Nothing else he’s done has made you feel as comfortable as this. Is it possible that he’s a little nervous too?

Before you can decide, you’re taking off, and the view literally takes your breath away.

You had almost forgotten how it felt to fly, to know that you were alone (or as alone as one could be in the space age) with the universe. You haven’t gotten to see much of anywhere yet and you can only link known coordinates to a name, so whatever Dameron has planned will certainly take you by surprise. You begin narrowing down your options.

He didn’t tell you to dress any sort of way, so you can’t be going anywhere too hot or cold. He brought his own bottle, so you’re likely not going anywhere with an established market. Somewhere isolated, maybe? Dameron strikes you as someone who would enjoy a little rugged wilderness from time to time, despite how much hair gel he uses. 

You sneak a peek at him. The dim, perpetual evening light of space bathes his profile in a glow that makes you dig your nails into your palms. It doesn’t seem fair that on top of being smart, funny, charming and the best pilot in the Resistance, he also gets to be drop-dead gorgeous. 

“We’re almost there,” he says, mistaking your glance for, what? Impatience? 

“I’ve got time,” you assure him. In reality, you have an early meeting tomorrow, but you’ll sacrifice sleep for whatever this turns out to be. 

Dameron’s normally goofy, relaxed manner has lapsed. The jokes he cracks are a little tense, like he’s not sure they land. You don’t know what to make of it. Sure, you haven’t been exactly nice to him, but surely you haven’t given him any reason to fear you, either. 

When he finally lands (effortlessly–– and you don’t think he’s just showing off), he hops off the plane first and helps you down. You don’t need his assistance. Much. But you accept the hand anyway, because it has been awhile since you’ve flown, and even though it was as smooth as could be, your body is unused to it and your legs are a little shaky. You’re so focused on the warmth of his hand in yours that it takes you a full minute to turn your attention to your surroundings. 

You’ve never seen trees like this before. The bark is almost golden, the leaves a firey red. They’re enormous and so thin near the top that they bend and sway with every breeze. Some strange birds you can’t identify drink from small white flowers that bloom in clutches. Poe gently pulls down a branch to pluck one so you can take a closer look. When he offers it to you, your stomach flutters.

“How did you find this place?”

“I do some exploring on my own from time to time. Helps to keep my flying fresh, going through different environments. But wait, I wanted to show you—”

He takes your hand gently and leads you back through the trees. You glance over your shoulder, trying to memorize where you parked, but before too long you come to an outcropping of rock that overlooks a lake as clear as glass and the directions fall away.

Tiny fish swim in the water, darting through the loopy green plants that sway at the bottom. Turtles sun themselves on floating logs. A few creatures you can’t identify crawl in and out of the water as a group, catching fish to feed their pack.

“This is...”

You’re surprised to find yourself tearing up. You’ve never been someplace like this before, where you could exist side-by-side with nature, without having to keep up appearances. You lived in the city before coming to the Resistance, and your parents had warned you of the dangers of going off on your own. But here it was as clear as the water below you that you were safe in your enjoyment.

“I thought you’d like it.”

Poe’s grinning like the cat who got the canary, and it occurs to you for the first time that he likes making the people around you happy. Not to keep up his rep as golden boy, not to get ahead, but just because he has a gift for knowing what others need.

You wrap your arms around him suddenly in an outburst of affection that you didn’t know you had in you. Your fingers brush the longer curls in the back as your arms lock over his neck and you hold for three seconds before you come back to yourself and pull away, flushed. He’s so taken back that he almost drops the bottle.

“Thank you. Really. I know I’m not the warmest person—” Not like him. He’s practically a furnace. “And I appreciate the effort you put in anyway. You didn’t have to.”

His eyebrows crinkle together and his ever-present confidence lapses. “I wanted to. Not just because we’ll be working together.”

For a moment, there’s some emotion that holds the two of you in place, but it almost dissipates when Poe brushes a hand through his hair and says, “So. Do you want to go for a swim?”

Almost.

“I thought we just came for a drink,” you say, but your tone is teasing, as it hasn’t been since you were a child. Poe seems stunned that you didn’t refuse outright. It takes him a minute to turn the charm back on.

“We can always have it after. Although I wouldn’t say no to getting you in the water a little tipsy.”

You can tell by the nervous flicker of his eyes that he’s worried he’s gone too far and you take a breath before responding. You’ve never been on a proper date before, if that’s what this is, and you’re not exactly good with romance in general. But if Poe’s making any sort of overture, you must be doing something right.

“As long as you promise to be my lifeguard-on-duty.”

You don’t know if that’s funny. Jokes don’t come naturally to you. When Poe starts laughing, you ease up, release a giggle yourself.

It feels good to be here with him, letting your laughter echo out without worrying about who’s watching.

He’s forgotten to bring cups, so you take turns drinking from the bottle, sharing stories and favorite memories until you’re steeled enough by the alcohol to make your way down to the lake itself.

It’s dusk, so there’s not enough light for him to see everything as you peel off your shirt and shimmy out of the pants, but he sees enough. You’re rewarded when he does the same and joins you.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay out there, but you join the stars reflected on the water and relax in a way you didn’t know you were capable of.

That’s when you realize that Poe Dameron is exactly as special as they say. And maybe, judging by the way he’s staring at you, he thinks you’re special, too.

[luciesbabyboy]

Weekend Away

1st Night

First attempt at weaving 33% truth, 33% faction and 33% fantasy....let me know how it works.

4 nights away with Lucie. No kids, in our beautiful secluded house overlooking the Atlantic coast….just the two of us on our annual time together to recharge and reconnect.

I picked her up from the airport and she threw her bags into the back of the car, we kissed and then we drove off into the evening. We had about a 2-hour drive in the fading light, but with the rush hour traffic dissipating and clear roads ahead it would still be light enough to go for a walk upon our arrival.

We chatted about our past week, upcoming events and just enjoyed each-others company as the scenery sped past.

It was close to 8.00 when we pulled into the driveway of our holiday home, there was till a good 90 minutes of light left. Our cleaner had done an excellent job of setting up the house. Cut flowers in all the vases, clean bedding, food supplies in the fridge and an opened bottle of Rioja and two glasses on the breakfast bar with a note “Enjoy your weekend away, Brian and I are having dinner on Sunday night, love for you to join us – no pressure”

I poured two glasses and went out to the car to collect the luggage. Throwing three bags on the bed, Lucie came up behind me and hugged me, squeezing my butt. I craned my neck back and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Let’s unpack later after our walk, I could do with stretching my legs” I said.

“Not so fast baby boy” she responded “I’m setting you some ground rules for the weekend”

She walked around to her side of the bed and opened up her biggest bag and started taking things out.

“Since this is our first weekend since you admitted your Adult Baby lifestyle to me, I think I need to make sure you’re diapered for the whole weekend” She unpacked 4 plastic lined training pants with animal and rocket prints on….”I’ve been shopping for this weekend” she said with a smile.

“From this moment on…until we leave on Tuesday morning you will be constantly in protection…I don’t want any leaks on those new trousers baby boy. So, here are the rules….

1)      Whenever we are out you will be in training pants

a.       You must ask me if you want to go to the toilet

b.       If you need to do poopies I will come and wipe your bottom

2)      If you don’t let me know you need the toilet and mess your training pants you will get a spanking when we get back here

3)      As soon as we get back to the house you will lay on the bed and ask me to check your training pants. If they are wet without permission, you will turn over stick your bum in the air and ask me to spank your naughty bottom

4)      When we are at home, you will always be diapered in these (she held up the baby blue plastic disposable diapers) for daytime and these (she held up the thick terry cloth fitted diapers) at night.

5)      Whatever diapers I put you in you will be wearing a selection of these plastic pants and you will always be in these baby socks and these onesies, nothing else.

6)      When at home, the toilet is off limits to you at all times.

7)      You are not allowed to touch your diapers at any time

8)      You have to tell me when you need to go number two and I will decide if you can use the big boy potty

9)      You will always ask permission for food and drink; you cannot help yourself

10)   You will always hold my hand when we are out together

11)   If you break any of these rules or get grumpy about them or cause me to get angry your butt will be over my knee quicker than you can blink and your diapers will be around your knees and I will spank your naughty bottom pink then red.

12)   Obey these rules and you will be rewarded with access to this (She lifted the hem of her summer dress to revel her panty-less mound) And I won’t have to tease you by playing with myself with this (out came one of her vibrators) whilst you lay next to me.

Finally she stopped taking things out of her bag and said “Agree”? with the gentlest of smiles that made me fall in love with her all over again. There was no humiliation in that smile….just love for me and my chosen lifestyle.

Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheek. “Agreed” I replied

“Ah baby boy, don’t cry, let’s get you changed out of those big boy clothes and go for our walk”

She sat down on my side of the bed and undid my belt and in one swift moment my underwear and jeans were in a pile at my feet. She couldn’t resist stroking my cock with her warm hand and she gently took me into her mouth and brought my semi erection to full growth. She continued sucking for about 30 seconds then suddenly stopped just as soon as she started. Getting up from the bed she hoisted my loose-fitting t-shirt over my head. Apart from my socks I was totally naked. She bent over the bed and picked up the green dinosaur training pants and matching onesie. She held the pants open and told me to step in. She pulled them up over my cock and patted my bottom.

“Okay sweetie arms up” as she slipped the onesie over my head and helped my arms into the sleeves. Kneeling she snapped the poppers in the crotch. Picked up my jeans, discarded the “big boy pants” as she called them and asked me to step into my jeans.

Buckling the belt tight she asked what shirt I would like to wear. I chose the one I was already wearing, and she helped me into that too.

I was then gently pushed onto the bed and she knelt to put my shoes on.

“I can do those if you want” I asked

“Don’t be silly baby boy….if you can’t keep your big boy underwear dry, how can I expect you to be able to tie your own shoe laces” She replied and lovingly patted me on the knee.

I was in heaven…if I had know this level of joy when I first opened up to her..I would never have left it so long to confess in the first place.

“Okay sweetie, ready for our walk, oops, nearly forgot”….and she reached into her own packed bag and slipped on a pair of white cotton panties, “can’t have me walking around in a dress with no knickers now can we….that shore line breeze might give the wildlife something to scare them”

As she closed the door and we walked out into the dimming light, I automatically felt for her hand “Good boy…I think Mrs Hand is not going to visit Mr. Bottom much this weekend if you continue to follow my rules”

We only walked for about 45 minutes. Just enough light to guide us to the ocean. The earlier glass of red wine working its magic on both of us. You could barely hear the crinkle of plastic under my jeans and occasionally I got a gentle pat on my behind.

Walking back to the house, I felt a familiar urge in my bladder. Not sure on the house/outside rules I stopped.

Lucie looked at me, the clear night sky dimming to ever disappearing sun gently lit my confused face.

“What’s up baby boy”?

“I think I need to go to the potty” I replied, “Can I go”?

“Well, its only about 10 minutes until we are home, do you think you can wait”?

“I’m not sure, I don’t want to risk wetting myself first time out, certainly not without your permission”

“Ah that’s okay baby boy, you asked permission to go potty, so I wouldn’t spank you for it…but if you don’t want to wet your trainers I can help you out, you can pee in that bush over there”

“yes please” I said,

“Okay sweetie” She held my hand and walked over to the bush, she undid my jeans and pushed them to the floor, then I heard her unsnapping my crotch buttons and then the fresh evening air cooled my bottom and privates as my trainers also hit the floor. Lucie held my onesie to one side and said “go ahead baby boy, go wee-wee’s for me”

It felt weird and I struggled, maybe it was the cold, or just the new dynamic I wasn’t really sure, but I couldn’t pee.

Lucie shushed me and stroked my bottom. ”O sweetie, is my little boy all shy and doesn’t want to pee for his mama”?

”I don’t know, it won’t start, maybe it’s the cold air”

“Or maybe you’re being a bratty naughty boy who is being silly”?

“No honestly, I can’t do it, I must be the cold”

“Its okay baby…don’t worry, lets get you all snapped up and back to the house”

After dressing me up again, we continued to walk back to the house. The inside lights guided us in the gloom and within 10 minutes we were back inside. Once inside she said that she was going to shower and get ready for bed. I said I was going to put things away and set up the TV for Netflix

Halfway through setting up the new TV with our account info, I desperately felt the need to pee. The water, the red wine, the cold then warm environments all working a combined force on my bladder control,

I walked… actually trotted to where the on-suite was and tried the door. I could hear the shower on full blast, and she had turned on the Alexa and was singing her heart out to her favourite country songs. I tried the door in a last attempt at adulthood, but she had locked it. Either on purpose or by habit from having two teenage daughters bursting into our bathroom at home…

I knocked the door out of desperation as I felt a little spurt leak out into the front of my trainers. No reply. I knew she would be another 10 minutes in the bathroom, I hopped from foot to foot, and squeezed my cock through my trainers in a vain attempt to quell the urge to pee. It would only buy me a minute or two, I could break rule number 6, she wouldn’t know. She would be in the bathroom another 10 minutes at least.

I carefully walked to the bathroom, undid my jeans, unsnapped my poppers and pulled my trainers down to my knees, only just managing to control my stream as it forced its way into the bowl. The relief on my face was abject, the pain in my bladder subsiding…

I quickly pulled my trainers up, re-did my poppers and remembering rule number rule number 5, I folded my jeans up and walked out into the living area in just my onesie and socks.

I then went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed waiting for Lucie to come out of the bathroom.

After 10 minutes she appeared from a cloud of steam, my beautiful wife with her hair tied up, a thigh high sleep t-shirt barely covered her bum. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Glad to see my baby boy is ready for his checks, but didn’t you need to go to the toilet when you got back”?

I hesitated, for a millisecond, but I knew she picked up on my nervousness, “No, funny, but the need never came back sweetie”

“Okay, baby boy, I’m just going to our myself a glass of wine and I’ll be back in to get you ready for bed”

I heard her go into the kitchen and pour two glasses of wine. Then silence. Finally, after about two minutes she appeared at the bedroom door holding two glasses of wine and sporting a frown on her forehead

“Care to explain to me your last 15 minutes”

“Hmmm, set up the TV, put away some of the food, came in here to lay down”

“Is that it, it that your final answer?”

“Yes, honestly”

“Well then, I guess we better call Angie and say her services are not required any longer as the guest bathroom has not been cleaned, there is pee in the bowl and all over the toilet seat”

I secretly cursed my stupidity. I was in such a rush to get out, I forgot to clean up and flush. Damn it, damn it damn it..

My silence spoke volumes and I just did nothing but stare into the void

“Well, well, looks like Mrs. Hand will be paying a visit to Mr. Bottom after all, but first I want to remind you.

You broke the rule of not using the toilets, that’s 10 smacks on each cheek

You lied to me, that’s another 20 smacks on each bottom cheek

She then pushed her hand down the front of my trainers and felt the tiniest of damp patches where I let out the smallest of leaks trying to get into the bathroom

“And you wet your trainers without telling me, that’s another 20 smacks on each bottom cheek sweetie. I don’t think my hand will be able to survive 100 smacks on your bottom”, she walked around to the large bag on the floor, “good job I bought Mrs. Paddle along for the ride, you two are going to get well acquainted in the next 20 minutes”

“But, its not fair….you locked the door to the bathroom, I tried to open it and then I knocked, I didn’t want to wet my trainers on my first night”

“But…but…..but….nothing baby boy,

1)      You lied to me

2)      You tried to hide your naughtiness

3)      You broke the no potty rule

4)      You wet your trainers anyway

You would have been better to wet your trainers and confess to me….I might have been lenient with you if you had, I might have agreed with you and just cleaned you up and put you straight into your night time diapers…but…but…but… you didn’t did you?

She walked to the dresser and pulled out the stool, sat down and her night shirt lifted up over her beautiful tight thighs briefly releveling her panties

She crooked her finger at me. “Over here baby boy”

I shuffled over to her and as soon as I was within reach, she hauled me over her lap, adjusted me so my bottom was at the highest position possible

I felt her right leg come out from under me and clamp my legs into position.

“Sweetie, you broke my rules, you lied to me and you still wet yourself. You are a 4-year-old baby boy and I will not tolerate this behaviour.” At that I felt her fingers go into the waistband of my trainers and yank them down to my knees.

Without warning, or warming up, the paddle started it job, swish, splat, swish, splat, left cheek to right check, rhythmically and without pause. Every 5 seconds a fresh slap landed on alternating bottom cheeks. Within 30 spanks, I was breathing hard, it took another 30 spanks before I started crying, by the time she had counted to 90 I was sobbing and inhaling deeply between the next smack. She stopped at 90 and I hoped, against hope, she had mis-counted.

“Okay sweetie, I want you to stand in the corner and you can stand there for 10 minutes whilst I get everything ready for your bedtime, You’re going to get your final 10 in the diaper position then I can put you straight into your night time diapers and then we can snuggle in bed as its getting late”

I felt her legs release its grip on mine and I stood up, I went to rub the pain away from my bottom but she slapped my hands away…”No touching baby boy”

I waddled to the corner and faced the wall.

I could hear Lucie tinkering in the background, gently singing to herself.

After 10 minutes, I felt her hand on my bottom, “Okay baby boy, onto the bed for me please”

I turned around and there in front of me the bed had been transformed into a changing station. A large towel covered 3 quarters of the bed, baby powder, baby oil, baby wipes, on one side, plastic pants with jumping lambs on the cover and matching blue onesie on the other, and right down the centre my baby blue Velcro diaper with absorbent inner lay waiting for my bottom.

I shuffled over, the tears dry on my cheeks.

I lay down on the middle of the diaper, knees up.

Lucie then pulled my ankles gently together and lifted them up over my stomach, she grabbed a wet wipe and expertly and gently wiped my genitals and bottom, front to back, then another cooling wipe wiped over both of my cheeks and then again between them. My legs came down and a fresh wipe cleaned my stomach and my pubic area.

“There all clean baby boy” Within a flash, my ankles were together and up over my head.

“Now baby boy, I want you to count for me a we finish your spankies. Don’t mis-count or I’ll start again.

Slap, 1, Slap,2, Slap, 3, Slap 4, …….all the way up to 10.

“Well done, baby boy, you counted so well for me and took your spankies so well” She let go of my legs and opened them and I felt baby oil being worked into my groin and bottom, next a liberal sprinkling of baby powder all over my diaper area then the front was quickly pulled between my legs and the Velcro sides fastened tightly over my waist. I automatically lifted my legs as she reached for the plastic pants, she eased them up my legs and I instinctively lifted my bottom as they were pulled up.

Lucie pulled me up into a sitting position and gently pulled the matching onesie over my head, she kissed me gently as my head popped out and laughed. Helping me with the arms I was then lifted to my feet as she knelt down and snapped the three heavy duty poppers of my crotch.

“All done baby boy, I know its late, but mama wants to watch some tv, do you want snuggles with mama in bed? I can get you a bottle of warm chocolate milk if you want”

“Yes please mama, that would be nice” I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. It had been a long day, I’d been at work since 5am, the long drive, the walking and the bedtime activities all taking it toll…on both of us.

I grabbed my stuffed elephant and lay down in the fresh sheets of the bed, lucie went into the kitchen

I She returned 1 couple of minutes later with a baby bottle full of warm chocolate milk.

“There you go sweetie, don’t gulp it all at once”

She lay down on the bed and I snuggled into her chest and stomach. Looking up at her, she held my bottle in place as she pushed it into my open mouth., with her other hand she flicked the TV on to a movie channel and selected our favourite Meg Ryan movie…French Kiss….I was indeed a spoiled happy baby boy.

I suckled on the bottle for five minutes whilst Lucie stroked my hair and gently patted the front of my diaper.

The last thing I heard was the opening credit music to the movie as I closed my eyes and fell into a long a deep sleep.

I’m not sure how long I had slept there but I woke up around 2am needing to pee. Lucie had fallen asleep and the duvet covers were only covering her legs. He night t-shirt had risen exposing her sexy bottom clad in silky white knickers. I reached out and started to stroke them.

“What’s up baby boy, did you wake up? were you not warm enough?  I tucked you into your blankies nice and tight.”

“No, I need to go to the potty”

“Ah baby boy, thank you for telling me, but you are wearing your night-time diapers and plastic pants, you can do your wee-wees in your diaper”

I lay down next to her on the bed, the plastic pants crinkling as I did so.

“Are you sure mama”?

“Yes, of course, that’s what night-time diapers are for. No need to wake me if you need to go potty at night”

She then turned over to face me, rested her hand on the front of my diaper and said “Go ahead sweetie, mama will sort it out in the morning”

With that I relaxed my bladder muscles and let a flood of pee run into the front of my diaper.

I could feel Lucie smiling at me,

The warmth flooded the front of my diaper, Lucie popped another pacifier into my mouth, and I drifted back off to sleep with Lucie’s gentle rhythmic patting of the front of my diaper. The stresses of the world dissolving with every suck of my pacifier.

[riseatlantisss]

Hello hun ! Are you taking requests ?? I don't even know if you write for him but if you do, could I request a fluffy Orm x Surface dweller like, the story of how they met ? They fall in love and he manages to take her to Atlantis somehow ??? Thank you, love your work !

Hey nonny, thank you so much for the kind words ! And, uuuuh, do I write for King Orm???? Have you seen my content lately????? This shithead literally took over my whole life???? I love him more than anything??????

Anyway, this is what I came up with, I hope you like it I know it’s very cheesy but what can I say I am a hoe for soft Orm. Also, English isn’t my first language, please excuse the mistakes.

- Everyone has the ability to change for the better: That is what Orm taught Atlantis; and that’s what you taught Orm.

Ever since Arthur ascended to the throne of Atlantis, the great underwater city had quickly been regaining its past glory.

Arthur trusted Orm to rule beside him, but he knew that his brother still despised the Surface dwellers – no matter how much Arthur wanted to change that. He took Orm to the Surface several times and tried to make him realize the beauty of it… to no avail.

“Surface dwellers are destructive. They are destroying their world and if we aren’t careful, they will ruin our oceans too. Arthur, I swear to Poseidon, if they do not start taking better care of their environment, I will have no choice but to take matters into my own hands.”

“Yeah and we both know how that’s gonna end, brother. Just try to understand them; they’re not all bad. Some might even… surprise you – if you let them.”

Orm tried to make an effort for his family, but he stood firm on his position –until he met you.

He would mostly come to the Surface late at night and usually didn’t get further than the beach. Despite what his brother had advised him, he wanted to avoid contact with Surface dwellers as much as possible. Usually, he just took a long walk on the beach, watching the city lights from afar, trying to adjust to the salty air in his lungs.

But this night, something was different. This night, he was not alone on that beach.  

You were walking on the beach and carrying a trash bag for discarded or washed-up rubbish. It was more peaceful to do at night. It felt rewarding to clean the day’s mess, and at this hour, you were less likely to come across someone else. Or so you thought...

What is that guy doing in the water? It must be freezing! you thought.

“Is... Is everything ok?” You asked him.

Orm didn’t know how to interact with Surface dwellers. He had met Thomas once or twice, but he never particularly warmed to him. Still, he knew that a strange man standing waist-deep in the sea at night would be an unsettling sight for anyone.

He slowly approached you. “I’m fine, don’t worry. I was just, uh, taking a walk.”

The moonlight was shining down on his pale skin, enabling you to get a good look at this stranger and his gorgeous blue eyes. You could easily have been frightened by his imposing figure, but there was something fascinating about him.

At first, he didn’t seem to believe you when you explained what you were doing at the beach. A Surface dweller that wasn’t a complete unworthy idiot was unthinkable. But the more you talked to him, the more he seemed to open up to you.

“Hey, would you like to help me?” you asked him after a while.

And that was how everything began. This soon became a habit. Every night he would be waiting for you at this exact same spot, where you went on to spend hours talking and cleaning the beach.

It didn’t take you long to figure out where he came from. It didn’t change a thing for you.

He kissed you for the first time on that beach, just before diving under the waves to go back to Atlantis. You had leaned towards him and gently kissed him on the cheek to say goodbye. It was the first time you had seen him blush. At that moment, the mighty Ocean Master turned to a shy little teenager right before your eyes, but he soon regained confidence. He wrapped his arms around your back and slid his hands down your spine, pulling you closer to him. He looked deep into your eyes before crashing his lips against yours, letting you taste the salt on his lips. You had never known how badly you needed his lips on yours until the moment he actually kissed you. He kissed you with such passion and heat that it was almost surprising that his element was water, and not fire.

Around you, Orm tried to act like a normal guy, but deep down he was still true to his nature and would lose his temper every time he saw someone litter.

“I swear to King Atlan, if you do not immediately pick up the garbage you just discarded I will release the wrath of the Seven Seas on your miserable existence.”

And people, seeing that spark of fury in his eyes, obliged.

Even though your two worlds were at peace, you both found it very hard not to be able to see each other more often. Orm finally understood what his mother had felt when she had to leave Thomas, and he sensed that it was even harder for you not being able to follow him in his realm. He could tell that made you incredibly sad, and he couldn’t stand it.

And so one day he decided to change everything.

“You know, Atlantis is dying to meet their future Queen.” He had that mischievous look in his eye that you’d come to love. The word ‘Queen’ sent a shiver down your spine but you quickly brought him back to reality.

“You do know that I can’t breathe underwater, right?” you scoffed.

“I have something to show you, my love,” he grinned.

Orm had designed a suit with a limited supply of air especially for you, using Atlantean technologies. You were so happy that you jumped into his arms.

Once in the suit, you held tightly to his shoulders as he led you deep into the ocean and into his realm. You were simply in awe. Orm had told you almost everything there was to know about Atlantis, but you never thought it would be that breathtaking. It felt like a dream.

He was really proud to introduce you to everybody, but still he was worried about you and never left your side.

“Can you breathe okay?” “Are you feeling tired?” “Do you have any pain?” He wouldn’t let go of your hand the whole night.

Arthur, Mera and Atlanna were delighted to finally meet you, and Atlanna greeted you by saying “We are honored to welcome you in our family, Y/N!”

Arthur confessed to you that he was indefinitely grateful that you managed to show Orm there was more to the surface than greed and pollution. You respectfully thanked him, but said you were the one who was grateful, because Orm had brought you something far more important: Love and family.

“My Queen, it is time to go home now,” he said as the sun began to rise. “You have already been underwater for too long.”

“This isn’t fair. I want to stay here with you, Orm. It aches me to be apart from you so much.” You didn’t care about the fact that your body had slowly begun to feel numb due to the pressure of the ocean, or that your breathing had started to fall short. You felt like you belong here, more than you ever did on the surface, next to the man you loved.

He took your arms and gently placed them around his shoulders. “Trust me sweetheart, there is nothing I would love more than keeping you here by my side: But I can’t expose your body to such risks.” Seeing the sadness fill your eyes, Orm lifted your chin up and whispered “You are the Queen of Atlantis, my love. This is just a goodbye.”

You wrapped your arms around him and he rushed towards the surface at what felt like light speed to you.

Once on the beach, he helped you out of the suit and, after making sure you were ok, held you in his arms.

“I will be back for you in no time, my love”

Getting back to the reality of your surface dwelling life would be harder after this, but you knew Orm valued your safety above all else, and that he did everything he could to spend more time with you.

He even told you he wanted to come live with you on the surface for good, because he missed you so much. He asked his brother who already gave him his blessing. But you wouldn’t allow it.

“You are an Atlantean King. It wouldn’t be right if you changed who you are for me. We don’t need to choose between our worlds, Orm,” you breathed as he held you close, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

“At land, or at sea, I will always be yours, my Princess.”

[luckydoogs]

SHOPPING LIST: WHAT TO BUY FOR YOUR NEW DOG

By stocking up on some essentials before your dog arrives, you’ll help make sure she stays healthy and happy as she eases into her new home. Here are some essentials you’ll want to get (other than paper towels, of course!):

Dog Crate

The biggest mistake new pet parents sometimes make is not sufficiently controlling the environment of their new dog. A dog crate can be a convenient way to help you do just that for short periods. Most dogs love it, provided you introduce it correctly, and make the crate an enjoyable place to be. Crates not only provide dogs with a sense of safety but also help keep them secure when you’re out of the house or too occupied to watch them. Another bonus: Dogs don’t like to soil where they sleep, so crates help greatly with housetraining. Durable plastic crates are easy to clean and perfect for traveling. Wire crates are another option—they offer more ventilation and a full view, and you can cover them with a towel at night to create a cozier atmosphere. Look for a crate that is easy to open and close and large enough that your dog can stand up and turn around in it easily. If your crate is much larger than that, a dog may initially soil one end but not the other until she realizes that her whole crate is her bedroom. (Just keep in mind that when it comes to the size of a crate, too big is always better than too small.) You might also consider getting an oversized crate with an adjustable divider panel so that you can slowly expand the room your dog has as she grows and also begins to understand that she shouldn’t do her business in the crate.

Baby Gate and Puppy Playpen

A gate and a playpen can come in handy and assist you with the supervision process. A gate prevents your dog from entering rooms you don’t want her to go into, while a playpen allows her to run around and play in a confined area. Gates are also essential for blocking staircases—dogs can fall downstairs and wind up with serious injuries. Keep one up until your dog is at least six months old and can navigate the stairs on her own. A gate and a playpen are also great options if you don’t want to use a crate for any reason. When choosing a gate, find durable one and made of a material other than wood. Make sure no openings on the gate are large enough for the dog to stick her head through—she can wind up getting stuck or strangled. As for a playpen, make sure it is sturdy and that your dog can’t chew through it or climb out of it.

Bowls

Your dog will need at least one bowl for food and one for water. Get a few extras so that you can wash them every day and easily swap out a dirty water bowl with a clean one. Stainless steel is your best bet because it’s durable and won’t chip. Heavy ceramic is another option, but make sure it doesn’t contain lead, which can be toxic to your dog. Avoid anything with dyes, and stay away from plastic if possible—some dogs are allergic to it. Others like to chew on the plastic, and such bowls can splinter off into tiny pieces that your dog might swallow. Also, if you have a dog with long ears, such as hounds and spaniels, look for bowls that are specially tapered so her ears don’t get wet or dirty while she eats.

Food

  Find out what your dog has been eating at the place where you found her and buy a small bag of that food. Suddenly switching from one food to another can cause diarrhea (just what you need with a dog who isn’t housetrained yet!).

Identification

  If your dog were to run away and get lost, an ID tag that hooks onto your dog’s collar can be the key to reuniting with her. It’s up to you what the tag says; at least include your phone number so if someone finds your dog, they can contact you. Some people opt to also include their name, address, their dog’s name, and other identifying details.

A Collar or Harness

Your dog will need a collar right away to hold her ID tag and eventually her rabies tag. At first, just pick up a simple adjustable nylon or leather collar that buckles together. (Save the receipt in case it doesn’t fit.) It shouldn’t be too tight, but it also shouldn’t be so loose that it’ll slip right off—you should be able to slip only two fingers under the collar. Take the collar off when your dog is in her crate—she may scratch at it until she gets used to it, and her foot could get stuck in it. The collar itself can also get stuck on the crate, creating a choking risk. While a collar is essential for your dog’s ID tags, a harness is also great for most dogs for general control, safety, and training—especially for puppies eight months and younger, small breeds, those with short noses such as Pugs and Boxers, and dogs with thin necks such as Greyhounds. Choose one that’s easy to get on and off. Another consideration: If your dog is a very young puppy or a tiny breed such as a Yorkie or a Maltese, you might want to put a small bell on her collar so people can hear when she’s approaching and avoid stepping on her.

Leashes

  You’ll need a leash not only to walk your dog but possibly also to keep her tethered to you during training. For the initial leash, choose one that’s four to six feet long. I suggest nylon because they are the least expensive, you can tie them to a belt loop, and they are the easiest to wash, though leather and rope are fine, too. Retractable leashes are another option some people like, particularly to give their dogs some room to roam and sniff around while also maintaining control of their environment. However, when taking your dog on proper walks or in public, refrain from using a retractable leash until she’s well trained. You’ll also need a longer lead leash—twenty to thirty feet—for training. 

Grooming Tools

 It’s your responsibility to keep your dog clean, but which tools you’ll need depends on her breed or combination of breeds and whether or not you plan to hire a groomer or do it yourself. At first, at least make sure you have a good bristle brush to keep your dog’s coat tangle-free. Pick up shampoo, nail trimmers, cotton balls, an ear cleaner, a toothbrush, and toothpaste. For more information on grooming supplies.

Toys

Bouncy balls, stuffed plush elephants, flying discs, and tug toys—the dog toys available on the market these days would give Toys“R” Us a run for its money. Don’t go overboard—buy a few different types and see what your dog’s preferences are. Choose toys that are durable, size-appropriate, and a little bigger than you think you need; for instance, choose a ball that will fit in your dog’s mouth but one she can’t swallow. Many dogs, especially puppies, have a strong urge to chew—stick with hard rubber toys that help her satisfy this need. Also, if you notice your pet tearing her squeaky rabbit to shreds or eating the plastic eyes off of it, or a toy rope starts to fray, then remove it immediately. If your dog is an aggressive chewer, choose toys that are “indestructible,” “ultra-durable,” or something similar. 

Chemical Deodorizer

  When you’re housetraining, your dog is going to have accidents in the house. It’s a normal part of the process. Of course, you’re going to clean up any mess right away, but your dog’s keen sense of smell will detect the urine or feces odor for a long time even when you can’t. This, in turn, can lead her to continue marking the same spot repeatedly, as at first dogs are likely to go to the same spot or two to do their business. To remove the odor, clean the soiled spot with an enzyme-based chemical deodorizer you can find in pet supply stores or some grocery stores.

Poop Bags or Scooper

Many areas require by law that people pick up their dog’s poop. And even if your city or neighborhood doesn’t, do it anyway—leaving a mess on the street is not only unneighborly, it’s also dangerous: it can cause the spread of parasites, and the feces can wash into local water sources and contaminate it. Stock up on plastic bags or pick up some waste bags at your pet supply store along with a dispenser that attaches to your dog’s leash. After your dog goes potty, put the bag over your hand, grab the poop, and then turn the bag inside out and tie it closed; when you get home, dispose of it in your trash. Another option: a pooper-scooper, a device designed to pick up dog poop, handy for cleaning up your yard.

Treats

Treats can be an essential training tool or just a nice way to give your dog a little something special. I recommend having two main types of treats for training. The first is high-quality soft dog treats (commonly known as “training treats”) that you can store at room temperature and easy access to reward your dog spontaneously when she does something you like. However, for primary training sessions, you’ll want to get your dog excited and motivated for training, so the key is to choose a treat that she loves. I always include tiny pieces of boiled chicken or other real meat as the treat. Yes, I’m talking about the same stuff we humans eat! In general, make sure training treats are low in fat and sodium and made in America. Also, while I don’t advise over-treating your dog with low-quality commercial dog treats “just because,” the occasional traditional dog biscuit is fine. Don’t feed your pet jerky treats: since 2007, the Food and Drug Administration has received thousands of reports of pets becoming sick or even dying after eating jerky treats.1 Most of these treats were made in China, but not all treat packaging indicates where they were made. Just avoid them. Make it a general rule to avoid any pet food or treats from China for the time being.

Bones and Rawhides 

You’ll likely want to have at least a bone or two on hand to help satisfy your dog’s chewing urge, which is particularly strong for puppies as their teeth come in. Think big: always choose a bone that your dog can’t possibly choke on. If you want to give your dog rawhides, buy the ones that are compressed and don’t have a twist on the end (dogs can unwind these, which can lead to a choking hazard). Once your dog has consumed half the rawhide, replace it, and if you notice that your dog is going through rawhides very quickly, find something else for her to chew. Another favorite option: 100 percent naturally shed deer antlers, which last an extremely long time, clean teeth, and don’t stain, splinter, or chip. Other hard bones that don’t splinter may be good options, too.

Bedding 

You’ll have dozens of dog beds to choose from, if and when you decide to purchase one for your pet—everything from your basic donut beds to luxury couches, orthopedic cushions, and even heated beds. But don’t invest in a pricey bed right off the bat; wait until your dog is done housetraining. Also, during their first several months or even longer, many dogs (even some adult dogs) will chew up their new bed. In the meantime, you can make your dog’s crate extra cozy with a simple mat or old blankets or towels (as long as she doesn’t chew them).

[naturecoaster]

Keeping the Nature Coast Beautiful

Have you ever been driving along, listening to your favorite song in pure joy and then had the mood crashed by trash? Litter is a serious problem along roadways, in parks and forests and throughout the waterways of our Nature Coast environment. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exEUZS6bH3w Since it isn’t practical to stomp on the brakes and risk life and limb to clean up someone else’s mess, what can a concerned citizen do to help stem the tide of waste and keep our world clean? Adopt-A-Highway Program provides a Solution The Adopt A Highway Program gives local citizens an opportunity to help keep roads and highways clean and attractive throughout the county. Recently I talked with Alice Mary Herndon about how she and her husband pitch in. “We are part of the Adopt a Road program through Hernando County. It’s easy. Just contact Clay Black,” she told me. History of the Adopt-A-Highway Program The Adopt-A-Road program is the local arm of Adopt-a-Highway. The program began as a local initiative in Tyler, Texas when James R. “Bobby” Evans, District Engineer, noticed litter flying out of the back of a pickup truck. In 1984, he worked with Billy Black, The Texas Department of Transportation Tyler District’s Public Information Officer to create the private-public partnership of the Adopt-a-Highway program.

The Adopt-A-Highway program was started because "Bobby" Evans saw litter flying out of the back of a pickup truck. Image courtesy of Pixabay. The Tyler Civitan Club was the first organization to volunteer, adopting a 2 mile stretch of Highway 69. Today Adopt-a-Highway is a grassroots movement involving nearly 90,000 groups in 49 states, Puerto Rico, Canada, New Zealand, Australia and Japan. Florida is one of the states and each County in our area participates.1 What is Adopt-A-Road and Adopt-A-Highway? Locally, these programs are more commonly known as Adopt-A-Road and Adopt-A-Highway and are administered by each individual County. The requirements are the same, no matter the location.

The Avenue of the Oaks in Floral City shows the value of keeping up the roads. Image by Diane Bedard.

How to Adopt-A-Road in the Nature Coast

To Adopt a Road, an organization must commit to removing litter from each side of a county-maintained roadway for a 1- or 2-mile stretch a minimum of four times a year for two consecutive years. There is no cost to the organization and a sign is erected at each end of the adopted area recognizing the organization. There is no definition of what that organization must look like. It can be as small as a couple or as large as the Kiwanis. There needs to be a point person between the volunteer organization and the County. That person needs to take safety training and take care of supplies and forms for the organization and the County. They are also responsible to train the volunteers to work safely, file reports for each collection, and ensure trash is picked up from the adopted location.

Gather your crew and sign up with the County your favorite road is in. Each County provides bright vests, gloves, trash bags, and signs. Image courtesy of Mass Transit Flicker. Each County provides bright orange vests, gloves, and trash bags, as well as signs for each group. They also provide Workers Compensation insurance for participants. There are some commonsense things that groups must agree to, such as only collecting during daylight hours, wearing safety vests and close-toed shoes while working on litter collection. It is simple and requires only a time commitment, so we took the time to learn about adopting a Nature Coast road in the hopes that some of our readers might step forward and adopt.

Hernando County was the second county in Florida to participate in the Adopt-A-Road program. Image by Diane Bedard.

Hernando County Adopt-A-Road

NatureCoaster spoke with Clay Black, Hernando County’s Public Works Department manager about the Adopt-A-Road Program. Hernando County joined the Adopt-A-Highway program in the early 1990s, originally proposing that groups adopt a minimum of two miles of roadway in the 1990s, but flexed to a 1 mile minimum because it was too much for some organizations to take care of a 2-mile stretch, especially in the summer. “We provide training safety training, safety vests, signs at both ends of the adopted roadway identifying the adopting organization, trash bags and pick up the trash from the site after cleanup,” Clay explained. “When they pick up garbage the first time, it is common to get 10-15 bags, so the coordinator will have the volunteers stack the bags at the sign location and call me. I send a crew out to pick it up. After the first time, volunteers usually have only a bag or two, so they often just take it home and put it out with their normal garbage collection,” he continued.

The Latin American Civic and Cultural Association has been continuously picking up trash as part of the Adopt-A-Road program since 1991. Image courtesy of Hernando County Public Works Adopt-A-Road program. Hernando County was the second county in Florida to have an Adopt-A-road program, with about a hundred organizations that maintain an adopted roadway today. In fact, the Latin American Civic and Cultural Association has adopted Spring Hill Drive from US 41 to the Airport since 1991. It is the longest-running group in Hernando County’s Adopt-A-Road program. “The benefit to Hernando County is significant. Litter is a health hazard, with mosquitos being a problem in tires, bottles and cans that collect moisture. A Keep America Beautiful study showed that property values are 7-10 % less in a littered area. Hernando County spends about $200/year for each mile of road maintenance, so each mile volunteered saves the County monies that can put elsewhere and raises our property values,” Clay shared with us. To explore the opportunity for you or your organization to Adopt-A-Road in Hernando County, please contact Clay Black by email or call 352-754-4060

Friends of NRA group pose with their bounty from a 2-mile cleanup along Lecanto Highway. Image courtesy of Citrus Friends of NRA.

Citrus County Adopt-A-Highway

Citrus County requires a minimum of two miles of roadway with regular cleanups for the Adopt-A-Highway program (at least four times a year for two years). Any organization may adopt a section of road. It is suggested that a group should meet and select a coordinator as the liaison for the organization’s participation. The program is administered and managed by the Solid Waste Management Division of the County and the website for more information is here. You can contact Henry Norris at Citrus County Solid Waste Management by calling (352) 527-7670 or e-mail your request for Adopt-A-Highway information.

Using a "picker" can make it easier to get all the trash in your adopted area.

Pasco County Adopt-A-Road

Keep Pasco Beautiful manages the Adopt-a-Road program in cooperation with Pasco County. Groups must clean up a minimum of 1 mile of road and agree to remove litter at a minimum of four times per year for at least two years. The roads must be County maintained and of an arterial or collector nature. To see if your chosen road qualifies for Adopt-A-Road through Keep Pasco Beautiful, please contact Kristen King via email or call her at 727-856-7252. To apply for your chosen road adoption, please fill out the form here and forward it to Pasco County Utilities Solid Waste Department, Recycling and Education Section, in Spring Hill. After your group’s first cleanup of your adopted road, Pasco County Traffic Operations Division will order the sign with your group’s name and place it at each end of your designated road section. Things to remember if you choose to Adopt-A-Road or Highway

This is a two-year commitment to clean a mile or more of road easements at least four times per year. It is A LOT easier with a group… in fact, it can be a social time as well as a public service. It is a good idea to wear sunscreen, bug spray, sunglasses, and close-toed shoes when you go out to pick up litter. Gloves and safety vests are necessary. Perhaps you want a pickup stick, so you don’t have to bend over so often. They are available at retailers and can be made by hammering a nail through the end of a cane-length stick. Pasco provides blue trash bags for recyclables. Your group may want to assign one or two people to recyclables to keep things orderly. Maybe plan to go out early and then eat together after the bags are filled. The camaraderie of helping to maintain your piece of the Nature Coast is always best celebrated over food. This helps ensure your volunteers will be here for the next cleanup. Also, if you are a snowbird and want to participate, our Nature Coast Counties want to find ways to work with your schedule. As Mr. Black from Hernando County said, “It helps us all when a group commits to keeping our roadways beautiful.” Give him or Kristin or Henry a call and let’s work together! Source: Adopt-a-Highway – History from the Texas Department of Transportation. https://www.txdot.gov/inside-txdot/get-involved/volunteer/adopt-a-highway/history.html Read the full article

[clarenecessities]

spooky pranks

Word Count: 1627 Rating: PG

Summary: i guess this fic is just standing around and talking about pokemon now Chapter Warnings:  cartoon violence

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“I don’t know about this,” said Adrien, frowning at Marinette and Nino as they fiddled with a piece of string.

“No dude, no, it’s fine, don’t even worry about it,” said Nino. He was kneeling next to the front door of Marinette’s apartment, holding one end of the string against the frame as Marinette held the other, casting some kind of enchantment on the string itself. From the feel of the magic, Adrien was pretty sure it was a stiffening charm—hence his anxiety.

“I mean, what if somebody gets hurt?” asked Adrien, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Adrien, please. We’re professionals,” said Nino, clasping his free hand to his heart.

“Professional… pranksters?”

“Professional Alya wranglers,” Marinette corrected, smiling broadly.

“Yeah, you know, weirdly, that doesn’t make me feel better,” said Adrien.

The trouble had begun about thirty seconds ago, when Alya went downstairs to greet her mother and had left her bag upstairs. Nino had immediately decided it was a golden opportunity, Marinette had agreed, and Adrien had never been so scared in his entire life.

“Okay,” said Marinette, dropping her end of the string to the ground. “We’re good.”

“Have you done this before?” Adrien asked hesitantly.

“Nah,” said Nino, getting to his feet with an exaggerated groan, “You think we could pull the same shenanigans twice with that girl?”

“She’d see it coming a mile away,” Marinette agreed, solemnly shaking her head.

“She’d make us trip our own trap. She’s done it before and she’ll do it again,” said Nino. “Why make it easier for her?”

“I don’t think I understand human friendship,” said Adrien.

“It’s terribly straightforward,” said Plagg from the kitchen, poking his head out from behind the refrigerator. “They just do what they want with no rules or mind games or anything. Terrifically boring stuff.”

“I mean there are some rules,” Nino disagreed, “We’ve got like, a Bro Code.”

“But if you break it, do you lose like… an arm or your voice or something?” asked Adrien.

“All of your luck, perhaps?” added Plagg, grinning.

“Uh… no. I mean you might lose some friends,” said Nino, rubbing the back of his head. “If you had lent them like a movie or something you probably wouldn’t get that back. I guess yeah, generally, there aren’t any straight up curses involved in human friendship.”

“Oh, I disagree,” came Alya’s voice from the stairwell. “Only true friendship has curses. You have to get through it together.”

“Maybe the real curse was the friendships we made along the way,” said Marinette, grinning as she leaned around the door frame to see her better.

Alya slowed suspiciously as she reached the landing, eyes narrowing as she looked at Marinette. “Why do you have your guilty face on?”

“She feels bad for trash talking friendship,” Nino supplied innocently.

“Uh huh,” she said dubiously. “And the string on the ground?”

“Heck,” said Nino, with such force that he might as well have just sworn.

Marinette sighed, waving her wand to disenchant the string, stepping over the threshold and wrapping her arms around Alya. “Alright, fine,” she said dramatically, “You win this round, Césaire. We’ll get you next time.”

Alya wrapped her arms around Marinette in turn, snorting good-naturedly, “You’ll have to do way better than an extremely visible tripwire.”

“It was Nino’s idea,” said Marinette, pulling away to make a face at her.

“Hey I know it was a longshot, but like, imagine if it had worked!” said Nino, scooping the string off the ground and stuffing it into his pocket. “She woulda never lived it down!”

“And you’re not like, mad about this?” Adrien asked Alya, a little nervously.

“What, that they’re trying to catch up to the number one prankmaster? Hardly. I’m only disappointed their efforts were so… remedial,” said Alya, removing one arm from Marinette’s waist to put a triumphant fist against her own hip.

“Things are really different out here,” Adrien murmured, half to himself, half to Plagg.

“Oh, can you even imagine if someone tried that in a sídhe?” his guardian asked with a snort remarkably similar to Alya’s, “The charm would be absorbed in about a second. Even if it managed to trip somebody you’d more likely end up with blighted crops.”

“Jeez,” said Marinette, frowning a little, “that sounds kind of rough. I thought the sídhe were all about having fun and living free.”

“Oh, we are,” said Adrien sincerely, “It’s just that most of the aos sídhe take themselves way too seriously, and also that blighting crops is super fun.”

“Well it is,” said Plagg. “Haven’t you ever just like, smashed something? Started a fire? Popped a balloon? It’s a real rush. I’d do it all the time if people weren’t going to die or whatever.”

“Aaaand on that note, I’m out,” said Alya, rolling her eyes. Marinette passed her her bag with a rueful smile that the kitsune returned in equal measure, ruffling her bangs affectionately. “You keep the boys in line another day, huh? I’ll text you later.”

“You’d better,” said Marinette, in the warmest threat Adrien had ever heard.

“Later, nerds,” said Alya, giving a two-fingered salute to the room. “Oh, Mari, your parents said they’re gonna be downstairs for a while. I guess they’re reopening the potion bit for a few more hours, since things have calmed down. Your mother says, and I quote, ‘tell Marinette that she’s in charge and under no circumstances should anyone follow Plagg’s advice.’”

Plagg yowled in protest as Alya left. “I give great advice!”

“You give terrible advice and you know it,” said Adrien sourly. “Do you remember what you said to me before class yesterday?”

“Yeah, your first day of school ever, which I very helpfully took you to and arranged in the first place?” muttered Plagg.

“Yes, that one. What did you say?”

“I told you to go in and fight the biggest kid in the room, so everybody would know not to mess with you.”

Marinette and Nino groaned in tandem.

“What?” demanded Plagg, “That’s how you establish dominance!”

“If I were going to cat school, which is for cats,” said Adrien. “This happens to be a little more multicultural than you’re used to, Plagg.”

“Excuse you, I’m very cultured! I’ve been serving in the Fairy Court for almost—”

“No, like, a more multicultural school, Plagg,” said Adrien, rolling his eyes.

“What’s the difference?”

“Well,” said Marinette, “I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t most members of the court like, seasoned representatives of their various groups?”

“Mostly,” Plagg allowed, his flattened ears swiveling forward in interest. “Sometimes you get lone wolves such as myself, who just happen to be especially powerful and awe-inspiring.”

“But everyone involved is lobbying for a voice in the court,” she pointed out. “Kids go to school to like, learn.”

“Oh,” said Plagg, blinking. “Oh. I hadn’t actually thought of it like that.”

“You hadn’t thought of school as being for learning?” asked Adrien.

“Well excuse me for being used to refinement and political intrigue—”

“In what universe does ‘fight the biggest dude in the room’ equal refinement?” Nino asked, laughing incredulously.

“In the aos sídhe world,” said Plagg, turning his nose up primly.

“He’s actually right about that one,” Adrien admitted. “Like, if somebody walked in right now and put Plagg in a headlock, I’d pretty much have to respect them. It’s in like, my genes.”

“I mean I’d respect anyone who’d be willing to put a cat in a headlock,” said Marinette. “That many claws, that close to your face? Talk about guts.”

“Well let’s clarify, the toughest dude or the biggest dude? Like I’m definitely bigger than you guys, even if I couldn’t beat Catdad in a fight,” said Nino.

“Not you too,” groaned Adrien.

“Look, it’s adorable, I’m not gonna miss out on that. But yeah like, it would be significantly less impressive if somebody just came barreling in here and put me in a headlock, you know?”

“I suppose strongest then,” said Plagg, tilting his head to one side as he considered.

“Good, ‘cause like, biggest is def-o Ivan, but I don’t know if Adrien could take him,” said Nino, grinning at Adrien’s affronted gasp.

“He’s a giant rock monster Adrien, what did you expect,” Marinette laughed.

“Um, a little faith?”

“Dude I’ve known you exactly a day and I am one hundred percent certain Ivan would kick your ass. This isn’t even about faith, it’s about keeping you from getting squashed like a bug.”

“Well, who’s the strongest, then?” grumbled Adrien, unable to deny it. He was smiling in spite of himself, surprised at how much he was enjoying the gentle ribbing. He’d never been very good at taking things personally (though he could hold a mean grudge when pressed) so it was almost… refreshing, to be in an environment where he could relax a little, and know that teasing was just teasing.

“Out of the class?” asked Nino, frowning. “Hm… I guess it depends. In straight combat, probably Ivan—but as we saw today, our Marinette’s got a great head for strategy.”

“I’d say you could give Ivan a run for his money, Nino,” Marinette pointed out, smiling wryly. “You’re stronger than you realize, and your agility blows his out of the water.”

“Ha!” said Nino, grinning over at her, “Nino used Agility. It’s super effective!”

Adrien blinked.

Marinette, apparently picking up on his confusion, smiled over at him. “Oh, it’s from this game called Pokémon. I think Nino mentioned it earlier?”

“Yeah!” said Adrien, brightening, “Yeah, he actually showed me a couple episodes last night! It’s a game?”

“You bet your sweet cat ass it is,” said Nino. “Marinette, grab us some consoles. Things are about to get wild.”