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grandstrandvacationsandrentals · 2 years

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angelique-of-the-volturi-guard · 2 years

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On Today's Episode Of "I Didn't Expect THAT Today": It's an Unexpected Bathroom Makeover!

So onto today's shenanigans (This'll be a long one, so read at your own discretion):

I get up at 11:50. Take out my dog. Feed him. And do a chapter, as all fanfiction authors with insane update schedules are wont to do on a Sunday afternoon.

With the day's work done, I decide to go out to the living room and read a book. Seems like a good way to relax on a Sunday.

Oh wait, Mom is there. And apparently we are going shopping.

This was not what I expected today but I'm definitely not mad about it.

I go into my room and hurry to get dressed...

... And smack the back of my head on the closet door frame.

Ouch.

When my head feels better, we get in the car and go.

I have recently been given permission to decorate the hall bathroom and boy am I ready!

Stop one: Bed Bath and Beyond.

I love the idea of apothecary jars but I'm only justifying one for my cotton squares since that's what I really use the most of, even if they are ten bucks.

Mom points out several baskets to me to use for towels, but they do not satisfy my deep need for everything to go by my aesthetic.

This is the first chance I have had my entire life to do a bathroom in a way I find suitable and I can compromise on a lot but not on color scheme.

No Mom, Grey woven baskets will not satisfy me.

But they had the woodwick candle I was looking for for the corner of the bathtub!

And a plush pink rug!

Not to mention a marble colored soap dispenser.

This is going well.

I would absolutely blow $250.00 on a bluetooth shower head if it meant I could have my tunes there with me but today is not that day.

But this little clear organizer will make me very happy.

Onto Stop 2: Marshall's.

I came for the collagen face masks but almost stayed for the soaps. In the end, though, it was the masks that I went home with, and nothing more.

Onto Stop 3: Ross.

There is a pink shower liner! This will tide me over until I can get the curtain I want from Amazon!

But wait! There is also a pink hamper! Finally, something to replace the busted grey woven one in the bathroom.

And a pink marble and gold mini trash can??? Give it to me!

This is so exciting.

But then... The idea strikes.

WHAT IF THEY HAVE THE WALL ART OF MY DREAMS?

I waste no time and run madly toward the art section.

Mom is looking at me like I'm nuts, but it's fine.

I find a Louis Vuitton black drip print canvas.

Pretty but not what I'm looking for.

And then.

I see it.

Fashion books. And a bottle of champagne in the glass.

All for $13.99. and under.

I take two and run.

I tell Mom I'm done before I spend any more money, and haul the art, the hamper, the face masks, and everything else to the car.

I need a break after that so I sit in the car after that.

Except.

This is an Arizona afternoon in January.

And my mom did not roll down the windows.

And she has the keys and is going to Costco.

I am going to fry.

I keep the door open with my foot as much as I can but the parking lot is packed.

I consider running into Ulta for cool air but the sun has baked me into oblivion by this point and I smell like an ogre.

No offense Shrek.

So I stay and wait.

Several tik toks later, mom comes back and so does salvation in the form of Air conditioning.

HALLELUJAH.

Starbucks is needed to recharge after such an adventure.

One toasted vanilla oat milk shaken espresso later, I am much better.

After everything is inside and I have eaten food, the real work begins.

I must redecorate the bathroom.

Now this bathroom has been my dad and uncle's for years, but my uncle passed ten days ago and my dad said I could have it.

And sadly for me, on top of that, cleaning was not heavy on their agenda.

So, armed with disinfecting wipes, glass cleaner, spray cleaner, and bathtub cleaner, I march in.

But first I take pictures.

You know, for the before and after shots.

After cleaning off the counter of my dad's stuff, I wipe everything down.

Get the mirror looking sparkly.

And move my mini fridge full of Korean skincare products into the bathroom where they rightfully belong.

I am so proud :,)

The cotton squares are in the jar and please me aesthetically.

Some of the pieces already in the bathroom get to stay because they're pretty.

(And some of them I have to keep in there because my dad wants them there).

My dad keeps making suggestions and plugging/unplugging in my fridge trying to get the plug to stay up in the socket.

It takes a while but he manages it.

And then rearranges his stuff for ten minutes.

Okay then.

Back to cleaning.

I funnel the soap into the dispenser after finding a spare soap bottle of a scent I like in the kitchen.

But now I must fold all of the towels, wash cloths, swim towels, and hand towels in the four-tiered shelf in the bathroom.

Joy.

When they are all done and rearranged into baskets, I take down the decorative towels that could never be used and replace them with ones that can be used.

Because while I do love things to be pretty, I want them to be functional too.

Mom agrees to take those for her towels, and also to take one of the pictures in the bathroom so I have the space I need for my art.

One problem down.

But the daunting task of cleaning the tub is there, mocking me at every turn.

I decide to get it over with.

There is so much dirt on the bottom of the tub, in the corners of it, under the bath mat.

To the point where it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years.

This is a job for scrubbing bubbles and a little time.

Which means it's time to take my dog out and have a smoke break.

One cigarette later, I borrow a huge sponge from my mom's room and set to work.

The walls and corners clean easy enough, thank god.

But the bottom of the tub is disgustingly stubborn.

With a lot of elbow grease, I get most of the stains out.

But some things never fade.

I must accept the things I cannot change.

So I take a deep breath, take down the current shower curtain, and put in the new liner.

Then, we rinse.

After that, I toss out the empty bottles on the shower caddy.

There are literally so many.

At least Seven.

The half empty ones are shoved under the sink to never see the light of day.

I fill up the shower caddy with my stuff. Only to take it out when my dad wants to move it to the other corner for me.

It's on a huge pole so I can't exactly move it myself without some help.

When that's done, I refill it.

Now only two things remain.

The art, and the last finishing touches.

One of the art pieces goes up on the same hook a mirror is on and fits perfectly.

Yay!

The other needs to be hung up over the towel rack.

Dad to the rescue.

With a step stool, hammer, and a nail, the last piece is put up.

And now the rest is up to me.

I clear out the old hamper and set the old trash on the toilet.

Then, I sweep.

With everything cleaned up, I put in the new hamper, the new trash to go with the old one (One is covered, one is not), and marvel at the transformation.

It took three and a half hours, but I am far from disappointed in how the bathroom turned out.

In fact, I am very proud.

There are a few things left to add (New baskets, the actual shower curtain, a neon sign I've had my eye on for a while, and some cute flameless candles), but it's nothing that can't wait.

I have blown through so many spoons to do this, but I regret nothing.

And of course there are before and after pics included.

Because this was a very joyous journey indeed.

#mun post #shenanigans #Today in my life #Bathroom #decorating #3.5 hours of my life are gone to this #but I regret nothing

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inspirehealthandspirit · 2 years

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Minimalism - Simplify Your Life

Minimalism seems to be popping up everywhere these days. You see it online; even Netflix has a few documentaries on it. Heck, I was even reading a book Know Your Self Know Your Money (read my review here), and it mentions it there too. Having come across this topic over and over in the course of a few days, my spiritual side took that as a sign to dive deeper into Minimalism. After all, it was showing up in my life repeatedly over the last few days. So I did just that, and I'm here to tell you that it's about more than just living with an empty house, no decorations, and bare walls. What is Minimalism? Minimalism is a tool to rid yourself of life’s excess in favor of focusing on what’s important—so you can find happiness, fulfillment, and freedom. The Minimalist It's more than just owning fewer things. Instead, it's about asking yourself, does this object bring any value to my life? Does this align with my purpose? If you're familiar with Marie Kondo, then it's like asking the question, does this bring me joy? In Minimalism, the question is, does this add value to my life, and if it doesn't, it gets donated, recycled, or sold. Marie Kondo is based on organization; Minimalism is eliminating things that do not provide value to your life. You start to learn that you've become burdened or are carrying a heaviness from acquiring essentially material stuff. Being a minimalist means living with only the items you need. Take that in. Need not want or like to have around things in your daily life. That can be keeping only the cookware you love and use every day. Get rid of the extra pots and pans you have stacked on top of one another and never use anyway. Condense your items and remove the duplicates of things you don't need or use. Really why are you hanging on to those things? It has no use other than taking up space in your home. I know I need every bit of space in my home. But after going through everything in my home and getting rid of things that don't add value to my life, don't need or don't use, all of a sudden, I have all kinds of space. The core philosophy of Minimalism is that the excess stuff takes away from your life. You now have time to focus on things or people that do matter. There aren't distractions of things, having to clean up and organize your house constantly. I rolled over the Minimalist lifestyle into other areas of life too. Once you get going, you feel so much lighter and start to look around your life and wonder where else I can simplify? Other Ways to Apply Minimalism Money Yup, you can even practice Minimalism with your finances. How? Can you cancel some subscriptions? Ask yourself, do I really need this, or is this just stuff? Take the time to figure out how much you spent on Amazon in a month or even a week. What were those purchases (see shopping below), and are you using them as you planned, or were they an impulse purchase? Who hasn't succumbed to the one-click purchases? Another way is to go through your credit card statements (if you have credit cards read about going debt-free here) or bank statements. Go line by line and start reading what you're spending your hard-earned money on. Get rid of the unnecessary charges that automatically hit your card and that you may have forgotten about. If you have ten credit cards, you go through each monthly statement for each until you've eliminated all the frivolous charges that are not bringing you any value. So yes, Minimalism in your finances can be done. Buying Clothes - Shopping Well, first, you can start by really understanding the question of "does this add value to my life?" especially when you're out shopping. By doing so, you're breaking the pattern of just buying something on impulse and habit. Thus, saving your hard-earned money and keeping yourself from accumulating more stuff. Stuff that will probably sit in the back of the closet, be pushed back in a drawer somewhere, or stored in the garage. All to be discovered one day again when you decide to clean things out. Eating up your precious time. That is unless you're a minimalist, in which case you're not going to have those weekends of cleaning out the garage. You'll own things that add value to your life or need. Think of it as only keeping your favorite things. Think about it if all you ever bought were the things you loved or are your favorite, you would use them all the time. And never have anything you didn't love. Imagine walking into your closet and loving every piece you have looking back at you. No more digging through every hanger and pushing it aside cause you don't like it, but of course, you'll keep hanging on to it just in case. The feeling of only having your favorite clothes in your closet and drawers make it a lot easier to get ready. You always love what you have on, so why not? Y You'll start to realize you don't need 20 different shirts or tops, 30 pairs of jeans (you know you only wear your favorite 2 pairs anyway), 50 pairs or more of shoes. You get the idea. Simplify your wardrobe with only the outfits you need and love. You may think that everyone will notice if you only wear the same five outfits over and over. They won't people are too wrapped up in themselves to pay that close attention to what you're wearing. And for those who do notice. So What!? This is about you and your life value, not theirs. Less is truly more. I cleaned out or purged my clothes and felt so much better about doing it. After learning about Minimalism, I knew that material stuff isn't providing anything of value to me. I'm too fond of some of this stuff I'm hanging on to anyway. It hurts to think of all the money wasted and lost on stuff you never really wanted to begin with. That's asking yourself the question of does it bring value to your life comes in handy. It breaks up your automatic pattern of just mindlessly buying stuff. You become more intentional with your purchases. Clear Your Mind Listen, I do not like a lot of clutter, to begin with. Everything has its place in my home. I'm organized and can only function when my house is organized. Sounds crazy, right? Think about it. If you look around your home environment and there is just stuff bursting at the seams and unorganized, do you feel like you have things in order in your life, or are they more reflective of your environment and in disarray? Sometimes my desk becomes a drop-off area for everything around like mail, papers, Ipads, tablets, and the like. I CANNOT MENTALLY FUNCTION when I sit down to write for this blog or do other things on the computer. Meaning I can' concentrate and am constantly bothered by the mess. There is a psychological barrier. My brain cannot work with a mess lying around me. So I often have to clean my desk area and put stuff up, then 20 minutes later start to do what I originally sat down to do. These 4 tips can help reduce stress and anxiety from clutter. Imagine if your whole life had been deconstructed to a minimalist lifestyle. The 20 minutes it took me to clean the stuff off my desk, I could have utilized doing something more valuable. That could have been 20 minutes of writing for this very blog, 20 minutes I can spend with my girls, 20 minutes playing with my dogs outside (my other children who require playtime). Seriously, think about it. Once I stopped and let that sink in, I realized stuff does take away from my life. It's unnecessary, yet we get wrapped up in buying things or stuff accumulation for the immediate endorphins and dopamine release that we get addicted to with consumption. Minimalism Isn’t Just Physical Stuff It Can Be Digital Too Don't get stuck into thinking that stuff is just physical items. They can also be digital too. I canceled stuff like apps we don't use often, apps I don't use for my blog, switched from Hulu to Sling to save money, and subscriptions we forgot to cancel. It may take you some time, in the beginning, to go through every line item, but once you've canceled digital stuff, the following statement will be less or minimal. Junk Email Another digital item that will indirectly save you some money and clean out your junk is unsubscribing from your emails. This one takes a while if you regularly get inundated with promotional emails. They're annoying. You ever open your inbox and have all these emails waiting for you to read through, and you feel the weight of having to go through each email. Ugh, like the wind, got knocked out of your sails. Well, try minimizing that by eliminating email junk and unnecessary email stuff. Just like you went through your bank statement line by line, go through your email line by line. Saving money means eliminating the temptations to buy stuff, which contributes to not acquiring it, to begin with: Good-bye promo emails and good-bye temptation. It feels good to open my emails in the morning and not have 50 emails to scroll through; most are promotional emails. Again, in the beginning, it takes some time to go through and unsubscribe from the email list, but once it's cleaned up, your inbox looks and feels so much better. Minimalism in Your Kitchen and Pantry Do you need 3 of everything in your kitchen? Three types of pots, three types of pans, three types of 9x12's, 8x8's, bread pans, or perhaps the number is higher? For me, it was three types of these things, and I only use the same one over and over. You know I used my favorite. I bet you have a favorite pan or cookware you like too. So why do we need multiples of these things? They take up space and don't have any value to my cooking. LOL Going through your kitchen can feel quite liberating. Suddenly, you have space, and everything feels lighter, and you can focus on cooking in the kitchen rather than fighting with the pots and pans every time you grab one. Then they all fall over cause you're got to move things around, and there is no space. You know what I'm talking about. Get rid of that junk drawer that you know holds no value other than to store random stuff that you'll never use anyway. The same goes for your pantry. When was the last time you went through every item in your pantry? Do you have expired canned goods or other items that have been sitting there for years? Are stale boxes of chips or crackers still sitting on your shelves? Clean it out and organize it to use what you have available. The same philosophy applies to shopping; only buying what you know you will eat, and meal planning helps. This will save you money too. Minimalism in Your Home Decor This is hard for me as I love buying things for my home. I love to change the decor at least every few months or with the seasons. Overall, I love a well-organized and cozy home. Clutter and knick-knacks aren't part of my decor, so that part is easy. Buying more home decor items is my downfall. But after changing my mindset about things and buying stuff. Well, I second guess whether a particular decoration brings value to my life or home. Most of the time, it's not, so I pass on the purchase, thus saving that time and money. If you have a home filled to the brim with stuff, this may be a little harder for you. Take your time. There is no rush or timeline to do this by a specific date. You may be thinking, "Isn't my house going to look so empty and bare?" It can if you go extreme with removing everything, especially if you do it all at once. I have to say that over time you get used to it and come to appreciate the look and feel of it all. Again, you do what works for you. There are no set rules that you must 100% follow. This is your version of Minimalism. The Minimalists have a cool 30-day challenge that may help you get going with this if you're interested in pursuing Minimalism further. Once you try it, it will be so liberating, and you will most definitely feel lighter. Your outlook will change, and you'll be more open to maintaining a minimalist lifestyle. Minimalist Calendar Do you ever feel like your days are so busy and broken up with different things going on that you feel like nothing of value was accomplished? Was productivity stifled by all the interruptions and inconsistencies of the day? That's why I wondered if I could apply the minimalist ways to my schedule. Now I'm not saying to go and cancel your meetings and move things around here. But what if you can better create a minimalist system that allows for more productivity and less stress? This may or may not work for you. Still, it's worth trying. After reviewing my calendar, I realized I always feel pulled in different directions every day because there wasn't any actual planning. Doctor appointments for a family of 4 are all over the place, random days and times, after-school tutoring, Girl Scouts and Girl Scout prep work, dropping off a kid at grandma's on a random day while doing home remote learning too. Not to mention working on my blog and being a mom and wife doing all the regular stuff. I'm exhausted just writing about it. LOL Ugh, it's randomness and unnecessary stuff that's weighing my days down. I need to simplify. How Did I Simplify My Calendar and How Can You? First, I eliminated one of the days my daughter was going to grandma's; it was an unnecessary drop-off, and pick-up took away about an hour in the morning and an hour in the early evening, thus taking away that much time. Second, I assigned certain tasks for certain days. I've delegated one day to do preparations for Girl Scouts. It's an active troop with weekly meetings, earning badges, cookie and fall products, no more waiting until the last minute. This doesn't take up the entire day. It just allows me to organize my time and not focus on Girl Scout stuff until that day. You can do this for any task that requires dedicated time and can be done routinely on the same day every week. Third, I assigned one day for doctor appointments. This is a game-changer. I set a day like Wednesday as the day to schedule doctor appointments. No matter which one of us needs to go or for what, I'll make it for that day unless it's not possible, of course. This way, my week isn't eaten up with random appointments. Be sure to ask for Wednesday (or whatever day you choose) appointment when scheduling. Don't go with what the office tells you as the only option. Try to make the appointment based on your schedule. You get the gist here. Minimize your calendar if possible to offer you more consistency and organization. You'll free up more time too. A Funny Thing Happened… Well, maybe not as funny as unexpected. I dove into the minimalist way as that's my nature. And after a few days, I realized I felt lighter for some reason. Less cluttered internally. I enjoyed walking around our house more and seeing things were not cluttered. Now don't get me wrong, I don't have 100% bare walls, empty countertops, minimalist type of house. I have a lot less than I did, though. What I have now feels more serene, and I'm calmer with my Minimalist look. You don't know how much excess stuff and having things makes you feel weighed down. That is until you clear out the clutter and make choices based on whether something brings value to your life. Value of Being a Minimalist The biggest value of becoming a minimalist or living a minimalist lifestyle is having valuable time. Will cleaning out your kitchen automatically give you more time with your kids? No. Not right away; however, once you look around and are less focused on buying things, you're allowing more time and space for something more valuable. Spend that time with family or whoever it may be that brings more value and happiness to your life. Who doesn't want that in their life? Adopting this mindset is what happens when you make this minimalist lifestyle switch. It becomes a way of thinking about creating a life of value that is not found in stuff. I believe that my health philosophy of no two people are the same; therefore, no two people will have the same results also apply to Minimalism. This is personal, and your decision on how much you want to incorporate into your life is your decision. There is no wrong or right way. Simplify, don't follow strict guidelines to achieve the benefits according to what is supposed to be. Or do what someone else is doing because you think you have to do it their way. Find what works for you. Start slowly and minimize your stuff over time. Or jump right in like I did. Do what you're comfortable with and go from there. Check out Minimalism and Less is Now on Netflix (not an affiliate, but I watched both) and explore more about Minimalism. Check out their book Minimalism: Live a Meaningful Life. I wish you peace and guidance on your journey. UPDATE 12/13/2021 HOUSEHOLD CLEANING PRODUCTS I don't know how I missed this before, but this stuff can add up fast! Do you have a cabinet full of cleaning products, half-full cause you use it once or twice but then didn't like it? You only got it cause it was on sale. Yep, this can become a clutter of a mess. Go through your cleaning products and keep the ones you use regularly and like. Don't waste money buying something that you aren't going to use anyway. Unless it's a financial thing, then save where you can. But you can easily make these products with safer ingredients at home. I do. Or get more eco-friendly products at the very least. I know you may think it costs more to use eco-friendly or they don't work. They do work, and you'll spend no more than you did buying different products for the same thing. You know two-bathroom cleaners here, one dishwasher detergent there. Before you know it, you're stocked for a year. You have to be committed to finishing whatever products you have on hand first before buying more! That has been my new rule. If I want to try or buy something else, cleaning-wise or even with food, I have to use what I have on hand first. It just makes sense. So free up some cabinet space and clean out those supplies. You'll be surprised to see that you only need a few bottles of cleaning supplies. MORE DECLUTTERING My family recently moved, and this was the perfect time to get rid of more stuff! I donated clothes, gave away some decor to family/friends, and trashed things that were no longer good. The biggest part was going through the attic. You know that storage area where you put anything that you don't want to deal with right then and there, away. Well, we had to deal with it. We're still in the process of selling some of our no longer needed furniture and other items from the move. So if you can sell the things you're getting rid of and use that money to pay off debt or save it, it's a win-win. Again, our home isn't entirely bare with nothing on the walls or counters. We have a family, and we have some stuff too. But most of the time, we all make an effort to put things in their home or toss it. Read the full article

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No for real if you would have told me just 10 years ago that the US based retailer Kohls would still be around and not another victim of “the great brick and mortar chain die-off” I would have asked you what strain were you smoking and can I have some

#I know the only reason is ‘they partnered with Amazon as a place to take your returns’#but now they’re getting Sephoras put in their stores #like Sephora pulled out of the sinking ship that is JC Penney #to put their small scaled stores into Kohl’s?????#10 years ago I could have sworn kohls was one chapter 11 from going under lol #I just wanna iterate that I don’t actually care if these megacorps chains go under #it sucks for all the employees that suddenly lose a source of income #but one of the weirder things I’m fascinated by is like ‘the rise and fall of X’#like I love watching documentaries about the how’d and why’s of a company going under #and bc if that I’ve started to be able to recognize the writing on the walls when a corporate retail chain is struggling #and I really THOUGHT kohls was struggling like 10 years ago like I swear I remember them filing for bankruptcy and everything #and yet here they are… still alive… (I know it’s bc they’re like partially owned by Amazon now)#bc that’s the way the world is headed.. everything and everyone owned by Amazon..#and Disney..#everything in your home and closet will be owned by and/or from Amazon #and all your media will be owned by Disney #and Google will control all the software #Apple will still be there being Apple #the jobs will be Amazon warehouse a Disney park/hotel or a call center for Google and Apple

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Home | Jack Reacher

Summary: Jack Reacher had always been a man of mystery, a man who bounced from place to place never settling down, never staying long, constantly on the move. That was until he met you. Though he still never stayed in one place too long he always seemed to find his way back to you. The one woman who could change everything.

Warnings: Some Reacher spoilers, Guns, blood, Cursing, mentions of death, angst, regret, unprotected shower sex, broken promises, Reader feeling sad, mentions of a nightmare, Crying, Ultimatums.

A|N: Just a little something I wrote based off the new Reacher Series on Amazon Prime Video. Hope you enjoy.

Tag list: @day-trippin-dreamer

(moodboard pics came from pinterest... I do not own.)

It was late when you returned home from your best friend's house. She had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend and had needed some emotional support. So with two bottles of wine and a few of her favorite movies and snacks you’d trekked over to her house to spend some quality time together.

Even with the front porch light turned off you knew something was wrong. The front door was cracked open and you knew you had closed it before you left. “Fuck.” you think to yourself as you quietly go back to your car to retrieve your gun. You creep inside, gun drawn. There was blood on the floor and a trail leading back to the bedroom.

“Hello.” you call. “Come out, I have a gun and I know how to use it.” you say as you step into the room, clearing it. A deep voice returns your pleas. “Only because I taught you how to use it.” you knew the voice immediately. “JACK!” you call as you run into the room, dropping to the floor beside him. “What the hell happened?” you cry as you notice he’s still bleeding all over your hardwood floor. His gorgeous eyes meet yours, hand on your cheek. “I missed you, beautiful.” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you completely ignoring the question. You melt into him. It had been so long. You whine as he pulls his lips from yours. He smiles.

“You gunna tell me what happened?” you ask as you leave the comfort of his large arms to retrieve a first aid kit. He smirks. “Just a little tussle babe, you know nothing I couldn’t handle.” “Clearly.” you eye him from the bathroom. “Trust me the other guy is much worse.” he winces as he gets up from the floor. “I have no doubt.” you smirk as you eye him as he enters the bathroom with you. “Now sit still so I can fix you.” you say your fingertips tiptoe over his warm skin, like you had done this a million times. “Just like always.” he says looking up at you. You stop what you were doing looking down at him. “And I always will.” you whisper as your fingers caress his cheek, his massive hand covering yours. He melts into the warmth of your touch. “All done.” you whisper. Interrupting the moment. “Thank you.” he whispers. “You’re welcome.” he smiles as he stands and you get a good view of his shirtless torso, as he towers over you. You bite your lip. You hear him chuckle. You roll your eyes as you clean up the mess and wash your hands.

“I’m sorry about the mess, I promise I’ll clean it up and fix the door.” he says. You sigh. “Don’t worry about it, you know if you would just let me give you a key we wouldn’t have this problem.” you smirk already knowing what his answer was going to be. He stands behind you, his massive body towering over you. “You know I can’t do that babe.” he whispers into your ear. The pair of you looking at each other in the mirror. His arms wrap around you holding you tightly into his body. You relax into him. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes. “There's a change of clothes in the bottom drawer.” you whisper as you leave the bathroom. He smiles. “What?” you smirk. “Oh nothing.” he grins as he opens the drawer to get a change of clothes, the thought of you keeping a drawer just for him fills his heart with so much love as he looks to the closet, seeing that His favorite jacket is still hanging in your closet. You hated to admit it but you loved this man no matter how many times he came and went leaving you all alone.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” he asks. You nod. “I’ll get you a towel.” you whisper as you walk to the hall and grab him a towel hearing the shower turn on. You stop and sigh as you reach into the cupboard to find a towel, trying desperately to get a grip. You return to the bathroom, he’s standing in front of the mirror in his boxers. And you try to contain the tiny gasp that leaves your lips. “Here’s your towel.” you say reaching your hand out to him. He grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. “Join me?” he begs. And for a moment you consider it. “Jack.” you protest as his fingers caress your skin gently, and he’s looking at you like you were the only girl in the entire world. And you struggle to say no, to keep yourself from getting hurt but you can’t resist him, you’ve never been able to. He knows why you’re fighting him, and he knows he has no one to blame but himself. You look away from him but his strong hand pulls your chin back to look at him. “It’s okay.” he whispers, letting you go. And you can’t help but step back and his heart aches at the sight of your retreat from him. “I'm sorry.” you whisper as you step from the bathroom.

He sighs as he steps Under the warm water, wincing as it hits his stitches. How had he fucked this up so badly? All he ever wanted to do was protect you from his past and anything that might come for him in the future but really he was hurting you more and more each time he came and left again. He knew how much you loved him and how much you’d begged him to just stay time and time again. He runs his fingers through his hair. The water cascading off his muscled body, desperate thoughts of how to fix this cloud his mind. You slide your body down the hallway wall, head in your hands as you cry. For the first time in almost a year he was here, in your house, in your shower; only a few feet away and you ran, ran away as quick as you could. You knew you were only protecting yourself, because it would only be you with a broken heart in the end. But maybe this time.. You think to yourself. His offer to join him still rings in your ears. And you decide that it’s better to enjoy the time you have with him then waste it being upset.

You get up off the floor and turn back into your bedroom; kicking out of your shorts and tank top. Through the steam from the shower you see him standing under the warmth of the water and like a magnet his body calls to yours. He hears the door creak open and he looks to see you sneaking into the bathroom. He smiles because he knew you couldn’t resist. You slide the door open and step into his waiting arms. Heart racing. “I'm sorry.” he whispers. His fingers tuck a long strand of hair behind your ear, thumb softly caressing your cheek. You close your eyes, savoring the memory of him, of you just like this. “Let’s not worry about that right now, okay?” you whisper and his lips capture yours. Your back meets the cold tile of the shower wall. And you cling to him desperately. Your fingers run through his hair as he kisses your neck and you find yourself lost in him just like you always do. “Jack.” you moan his name softly as his rough hands dance across your delicate skin. He always did have a way with you and your body since the day you met him. “What is it, beautiful?” he asks, his gorgeous blue eyes staring straight into your soul, you knew there was no running this time as his enormous body trapped you there against the shower wall.. You wanted this man and you wanted him now.

You bite his lip and he moans and he knows just exactly what to do next. His large hand slides down your body gripping your thigh and wrapping it around him. He stops. Eyes meeting yours once again. “Are you sure about this?” he asks just checking on you once more, he’d hurt you enough he didn’t need to add to the heartbreak. “Yes, Jack I am more than sure, please.” you beg him and he can’t help the smirk that leaves his pouty perfect lips. Without another word he has you wrapped around him as he slowly slides into you. Both of your bodies reacting to each other, knowing each other even though it had been months. Desperate for each other. Your painted nails dig into his muscled shoulder blade and he groans loudly as his massive hips collide with yours. The shower water dancing between your bodies as you arch your back into him, creating the perfect angle for him to reach all the just right parts of you that he’s always been able to. You moan his name loudly as it echoes through your bathroom. You feel his smirk on your neck as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone peppering your chest with delicate hickies.

He knows you're close now. He can feel you tightening around him. You rest your head against the wall of the shower, closing your eyes just relaxing feeling his body moving with yours. You hmm loudly, he catches it he slows building you up. You whine. He chuckles. “Jack, I'm so close.” you groan “I know baby girl, it’s okay cum for me I'm right there with you.” he moans as he reaches between you rubbing slow even circles over your clit with his thumb and you can’t take it any longer. “Fuck Jack, Jesus Christ.” you groan as your hips buckle beneath him, back arching just perfectly enough to give him just what he needed to finish. You feel him fill you and you whine. You forgot just how good he felt when he was inside you. “God baby I missed you.” his body collides with yours and by this point the water is freezing but neither one if you care. He holds you there and for that single moment everything feels right. He kisses you. He’s dying to say I Love You but he doesn’t, he holds back just like he always does.

Your fingers trace his chest. “We probably should get dressed.” you whisper. You know you’ll regret this and you already do. “I suppose you’re right.” He smiles down at you, kissing you slowly. You pull yourself from his body and exit the shower. Sharing the towel you quickly dry off, pass him the towel and head into the bedroom to get dressed. You slide into one of his extra shirts, which was huge on you but you didn’t care. He smiled as he saw you standing there in his shirt. You catch him looking and smirk as you make your way out of the room and into the kitchen. Trying to decide if you should regret what just happened between the two of you or if you should hope that it might change his stance on leaving again. You want to believe that this time is different but you know better. You know you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

“Do you want something to…” your words trail off as you feel his warm hands on your hips, his lips on your neck. “I missed you so much.” he whispers, pulling your body to him again. You sigh. You wanted to fight him. To tell him that it was his choice to miss you, he’s the one that leaves but you can’t find the words with his lips on your neck once again.. You spin around so you're facing him. He can see the heartbreak in your eyes. He pulls away from you. “I would love something.” he smiles, finishing your question. You nod. Appreciating the space he allowed you. The silence is killing him but he knows it’s his own fault. He’s the one that left for weeks, even months and then strolled back into your life whenever he wanted something but if he was being honest with himself you were the only person he trusted, fully and completely, besides his brother; and he was gone now so you were all he had. You were his everything and he knew it. That’s why he kept you so far away so his past couldn’t catch you because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything ever happened to you.

You placed a beer in front of him. He smiles. You knew him so damn well. “Thank you.” he whispers. You take a plate of spaghetti out of the microwave. “Sorry it’s just leftovers but..” he stops you with a kiss. “It’s perfect, thank you.” he says. You could have given him a ham and cheese roll-up and he would have graciously accepted it. You joined him at the table but the silence continued. Before you couldn’t take it any longer. And you dared ask the question that was burning inside of you. “What are you doing here, Jack?” you ask your fingers trace around your beer bottle, you don’t make eye contact with him as you ask. He licked his lips. And you noticed the heartbreak and sadness in his eyes and you know something happened.

“Talk to me Jack?” you beg him for once to just be honest with you, to talk to you, to stop trying to keep you at arm's length. You reach over and take his hand in yours. “You know you can always talk to me about anything, Jack. no matter what.” he lets out a large sigh and you know there is a long story about to be told. He finishes his dinner, then takes your hand. “Come on.” he whispers, leading you over to the couch where the two of you could sit more comfortably. He pulls you into his arms. “I'm here, baby.” you whisper. He begins his story. How he found himself in Georgia. How he’d been arrested for what turned out to be his brother’s murder. He paused in his story as you gasped at the mention of Joe’s death. A tear rolling down your cheek which he wipes away with a slow stroke of his long finger against your cheek. The story continues on how he eventually tracked down the guys who killed his brother and how a lot of people died or were caught up in this crazy web that tangled through this small town. But tracking down his brother’s killer ended with him getting hurt and how he didn’t know where else to go but here to you; the only place he felt safe.

He melts into your touch as your hands caress his face.. “Oh Jack, I'm so sorry.” you sob. Clinging to him tighter now. He lets you cry into his chest before he slowly pulls you from his chest, wiping the tears from your beautiful eyes. “I know how much Joe meant to you and how close you two were.” you whisper you almost can't bear to meet his gaze because you know you won’t be able to handle the heartbreak in his eyes. “He’s the reason I have you.” he mumbles so quietly you almost don’t catch it but you do.

It was true you met Jack through his brother. He’d come to South Carolina for work. And through your job as a bartender you’d met Joe. He’d come back several nights in a row. The two of you had gotten to know each other quite well. You never forgot the night Joe made the comment about Jack, and how you two would get along so well, then a few nights later Jack showed up and that was it, that was the night that changed everything. Joe had been right, you two did get along very well but unfortunately it wasn’t enough to make him stay. Jack had made it perfectly clear that very first night that he wasn’t the commitment type, he wasn’t the white picket fence, BBQ in the backyard, dog running around, wife with a baby on her hip type of guy but after that night no matter how far he went he somehow managed to find his way back to your little house in South Carolina, even it was just for a night. And for a while that worked out just fine for both of you but after a while you developed deeper feelings for him and the harder and harder it got for you to watch him leave. You couldn’t help falling in love with him, it was hard not too. He was gorgeous, smart, funny, what wasn’t there to love about him.

You’d always have Joe to thank for bringing Jack into your life, no matter if he came back to you or not. “I’ll always be grateful to him, He gave me you.” you whisper, kissing his lips slowly. His hand gently slid down your back as he pulled your body in closer to his. He pulled his lips away slowly resting his forehead on yours. You knew he wasn’t going to stay long and your heart ached. “I’ll never forget that night I got into town after Joe called.” Jack finally says with a smirk looking at you. “He told me about this little bar that he had been going to while he was in town and about this super hot bartender that was totally my type.” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. Jack knew deep down Joe had called him because he wanted him to finally settle down, find someone, be happy. “I remember the two of you walking in the whole bar went silent.” you laugh. “Two giants walk into a bar, I'm sure there’s a joke in that somewhere.” he says. This comment makes you laugh.

“I will never forget the way you looked at me.” he says, his voice almost a whisper, as his long fingers caress your cheek. You smile as you recall the night, like it was yesterday. “The way you still look at me.” he says. You swallow hard as the moment is intense again. The feelings linger in the empty space between you both, unsaid. You break the silence with a quiet yawn. “Omg i'm sorry.” you say covering your mouth, taking a look at the clock and realizing the time. “You should get some rest.” he whispers, noticing almost immediately as the words left his lips the worry and heartbreak in your eyes. Knowing all too well that if you closed your eyes he may not be there when you opened them again.

He smiled. “I won’t leave without saying goodbye, I promise.” he whispers, holding you close. You snuggle into him afraid to let him go. “I promise.” he whispers again, reassuring you. You kiss his lips gently. He lets his lips linger on yours a little longer than the kiss lasted. “Good night, Jack.” you whisper. “Goodnight beautiful, If you need anything I’ll be here.” he says smiling at you. There was silence again as the two of you looked at each other. “You know you could always join me in bed, instead of the couch.” you offer. And it takes everything in him not to take you up on your offer but he knew all too well that that would only get your hopes up more. “I’ll be up in a little bit.” he lies. You give him a soft smile and head to bed. He watched you disappear down the hall. He lets out a loud sigh asking himself what he was doing..

You crawled into bed and fell asleep restlessly, tossing and turning. The thought of him leaving again clouds your dreams until you can’t take it any longer and you force yourself to wake up. You sit up. Breathing heavy, beads of sweat on your forehead, bed empty beside you, your heart raced. You got up from bed racing to the living room. But there he was asleep on the couch. He was still here like he promised. You stand there in the darkness watching this man that you were undeniably in love with, a man you could never have, who seemed so far from reach even if he was right there in your living room. You wiped a tear from your cheek as you watched him, he never looked more peaceful then he did right now. You moved and the floor creaked waking him immediately. Damn it. “Babe are you okay?” he's instantly asking about you, noticing you had been crying. “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you I…” you pause, afraid to tell him about your nightmare. “What is it?” he asks, getting up from the couch and walking to you immediately. His intense eyes are locked on yours immediately. “I’m sorry.” you whisper again, trying to run from him but he catches you. “Talk to me.” he begs. Your heart aches for the way he’s looking at you right now like you are the only woman in the world, his world. It has you saying the things you didn’t want to.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I just couldn’t sleep. Nightmare.” you admit. Looking away from him. You didn’t want him to see you this weak. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.” he says, kissing you slowly before sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you back to bed. You wrap your arms around his neck. He lays you down gently on to the bed, then snuggles you into his arms holding you tight. Talking to you quietly. You settle down and close your eyes. As he plays with your hair and whispers to you. “How do you do that?” you ask him softly. “What’s that?'' he asks, fingers tracing soft circles over your soft skin. “Know just what I need.” you whisper. You hear him sigh but you’ve almost fallen back asleep and you don’t hear what he says.

He notices you’ve fallen back asleep in his arms but he still talks to you as he watches you sleep. The smell of your skin, the touch of you on his fingertips, the quiet little sounds that you make while you dream; hopefully of him. A smile crosses his lips as he whispers how much he wishes he could be different; how you’ll always be his Home, now matter where he goes. How much he wishes he could tell you how much he’s in love with you, and how badly he wants to give up everything for that white picket fence, baby on your hip, family he always craved but he knew he just wasn’t the type. And as he laid there with you in his arms his reality came crashing down on his fantasy world. He knew he had to let you go. He had to let you live a life that you wanted with someone that could be there for you, someone who could give you everything you ever dreamed of because if there ever was a woman that deserved the world it was you.

He knew the only way was to make a quick exit. Like ripping a band-aid off; quick and painless but he knew it would be anything but for you. His fingers danced across your cheek slowly. “I love you more than you will ever know, you will always be the one.” he whispers as kisses your lips one last time, preparing to break his promise to you. He stops in the doorway taking one last look at you sound asleep in his t-shirt looking so peaceful, so happy and content. He had to go and he had to go now. He’s making a clean getaway until he sees it on the table by the door; The picture. He picks it up, he can’t help it. The night you met him Joe had taken this picture of the two of you, Jack teaching you to play pool or rather how to hustle pool, his hand on the small of your back as you laughed, you never looked more beautiful. He ran his fingers over your smiling face before he could set it down and walk out the door. The floor creaks behind him and he turns to see you standing there. Heartbreak in your eyes.

“Please don’t go.” you cry.

“Jack, I’m begging you please don’t leave again.” you whisper. He doesn’t know what to say. He hadn’t planned on getting caught but he had been thrown off by the sight of that picture of the two of you. You walk to him, fingers gripping him tightly. He couldn’t find the words to say and he knew that was frustrating you. “I swear Jack, if you walk out the door, I don’t want you to come back. I can’t keep doing this. This in and out like a revolving door of fucking heartbreak, the uncertainty, the will I or won’t I ever see you again. I love you Jack Reacher. I’ve loved you since you walked into that stupid bar that night, since you gave me your jacket and promised that no matter where you found yourself, your true home would always be with me. I tried to ignore it, pretend like everything was okay like you coming and going and only half loving me was okay but you and I both know that it was always so much more than that, Jack. I want you to be sure that you are okay with walking out that door because I can’t promise that I'm going to be here when you decide you want to walk back through it.” you say through sobs. You wanted him to choose you more than anything in the world, to try and figure things out together but you knew deep deep deep down in your heart your love could never change him he would always be a drifter.

“Jack Reacher, I'm asking you to stay, please. I don’t care about what may or may not come from the past or future or whatever you’re running from. Whatever it is, we can handle it together. We’ve always been better together, please. I know you know that and I know you love me Jack. We don’t have to have BBQ or a white picket fence and we definitely don’t have to have any kids, we can get a cat if you want or a bird it doesn’t have to be a dog but whatever it is you decide you do want I hope that at least I am a part of it. I want you Jack 100% fully and completely and if that’s not something you want then you need to let me go but I am begging you please stay.” you weren’t sure how he would react or what he was going to say or if he would just turn and walk right out the door closing it on any hope you had to at least have him in your life.

He closes the space between your bodies instantly. He didn’t want to run anymore, he wanted to settle down and he wanted to settle down with you. He knew Joe would have wanted that for him, wanted him to have someone, a place to feel safe, a place to finally call home. He’s never known anything but to run, never love anything. But now that he had you there was nothing that he wanted more than to finally feel like he was home; truly and completely.

God you just wanted him to say something, anything at this point. The silence was killing you and breaking your heart because you knew that the silence was the answer. You start to cry and you turn to walk away because you just can’t watch him walk out again. But he grabs you by the elbow and spins you back to him. “I love you.” he says. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you in that bar with Joe, I've never been the settling down type but you baby, you make me want to be that guy. The guy with the house and dog and the love of his life in his arms. I promise I'm here to stay. No more running. I'm home.” he whispers his hand on your cheek, thumb caressing your soft skin. He pulls your lips to his kissing you slowly passionately. You moan softly into his mouth. “Oh Jack.” you whisper quietly. “I love you too, it’s always been you, you’ve always been it for me no matter what,” you are still crying but happy tears now. This was it he was home with you for good.

He wipes your tears and kisses you again. He let out a sigh knowing that he could finally stop running and let himself be happy after everything he’d been through he did deserve it. He pulled you into his arms as the two of you walked back to bed. You looked up at him. “I still think we should reconsider getting a dog though.” you laugh. He rolls his eyes. “We’ll talk about it.” he couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll take it.” you smile back at him as you attempt to pull him back into bed with you, he climbs in with you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Your eyes flutter closed safe in the knowledge that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he was yours. “Hey Jack.” you whisper. “Yeah babe.” he says, looking down at you half asleep. “You are definitely getting a key now.” you smile. He laughs. “Alright, fine.” he grins. Kissing your forehead. You quietly fall asleep in his arms.

As he lay there with you, looking at you sound asleep, wrapped up in his arms he finally realized; Home felt good.

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brokestminimalist · 3 years

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Broke Laundry: updated 2021

For the time being, let's skip talking about how almost all of us have too many clothes. The clothes that you have get dirty, and must be washed. I am going to assume you have access to a modern washing machine, either at your house or a laundromat. We'll call step one sorting:

Sorting: Ain’t nobody got time for this. This is an extra chore that is 99% not necessary. Unless you have specialty fabrics or are particular about how white your whites are, it’s just added stress and a waste of time. I don't actually own any white clothes anymore, but if I did I'd run a load of whites with a cup of bleach once a month. I do not own things that can’t survive the washing machine, either. No delicates, no dry cleaning. I wash towels with clothes, and sheets together with bedspreads. Cleaning rags and towels have their own basket and get washed when it gets full.

Laundry Detergent: Avoid the very cheapest for the sake of your darks, but there is no need to spring for the most expensive thing on the shelf. In fact, I make laundry detergent from one part washing soda, one part Borax, and one part soap. A double batch is enough detergent to last three months for a single person. Good recipes can be had all over the internet, so go forth and find yourself one. If you’re washing in cold water and your tap water is very cold, such as in the winter, you may find it necessary to stir your homemade detergent into a cup of hot water before putting it into the machine. Out of detergent? A spoonful of dish soap will do in a pinch. Regardless of whether you’re using store bought or homemade, don’t use too much detergent; it’s bad for the machine, the environment, and your clothes. We do not want to buy new clothes until we absolutely have to, right? Right.

Fabric Softener: I recently saw a headline about how Millennials are killing the fabric softener industry. The truth is, they are prioritizing groceries and lights over luxuries like Downy. If you must have it and can afford it, go ahead. Measure carefully but don’t dilute unless the package says so. Fabric softener sheets are a good alternative, if you are using a dryer. Here at Brokest Minimalist, we use a Downy ball with white vinegar in it. The vinegar cuts soap residue, softens most fabrics, and is much cheaper. Plus it’s versatile enough to be used for cleaning as well. An added bonus is that it doesn’t reduce the absorbency of your towels like regular fabric softener does.

Water: Set your washer on Tap Cold. Yes, really. Unless your clothes are very greasy, almost anything can be washed in cold water and will get just as clean. It isn’t so much the temperature of the water or even the detergent that does the washing, as much as it is the action of the clothes rubbing against each other inside the machine. Anything that’s machine washable can be washed in cold water, period.

Settings: On our machine at home, clothes go on “casual” and sheets/bedspreads on “heavy duty”. Don’t stress too much about this. Choose a water level that is appropriate to how full the machine is, add your stuff, and go ahead.

Drying: Here at Brokest Minimalist, we don’t dry anything in the dryer. Why? Because air dries stuff for free, that’s why. Clothes dryers are one of the most frivolous uses of electricity in the modern world. They are also one of the number one causes of fire in the United States, after candles and cooking fires. Unless you are in a huge hurry, hang your clothes to dry. Outdoors if possible, as sun dried clothing smells much better than any fabric softener does. You don’t even have to spend all afternoon pinning stuff to a clothesline like your great-grandma did, either! Our system is beautiful in its simplicity. We take our clothes out of the washing machine, hang them on clothes hangers, and then hang the hangers on the clothesline. If you have a smooth line, tie knots in it or use clothespins to keep stuff from sliding back and forth in the breeze. If you don’t have a line, put one up or buy a portable or retractable one. In summer your clothes will be dry within an hour in direct sunlight, which is a comparable time to many dryers. If it’s raining, you can hang them indoors over curtain rods, from your mantel, or on your shower curtain rod. Even if it’s freezing outside, in direct sunlight your clothes will dry within a few hours. For free. No kidding. And UV light is a great sanitizer if you’re worried about germs! Here we hang our and towels and unmentionables on racks purchased from Amazon, such as this and this. Another tidbit we have figured out, is that there is no need to wait until daylight to hang your clothes. In the old days it was nigh unheard of, but there’s no harm. The morning dew won’t make your wet clothes wetter. Do you work nights? Do a load of laundry after you get home from work and hang it out to dry, even if it’s midnight. It will be dry by lunchtime tomorrow. This saves wear and tear on your clothes, it saves electricity, it won’t create extra static like the dryer, and hanging stuff is kind of a nice, meditative way to spend a few minutes. Take some deep breaths of fresh air, reflect on your day, let go of some anxiety.

Does all of this sound too complicated? Written down it’s a lot, but let us take you through a load of laundry we just did. For the record, it is currently one o'clock in the morning. It’s 31 degrees outside.

1) Put clothes in washer. Not sorted, just all the clothes in the hamper or off your floordrobe, dumped into the washing machine.

2) It’s cold out, so put a tablespoon of detergent into a cup of hot water and stir. Pour in washer. Put white vinegar in Downy ball, toss in washer.

3) Push start button and go do something else. Read, take a nap, cook, clean bathroom. Write a long-winded Tumblr post. Whatever.

4) When load is done, hang everything on hangers/racks still wet. This is the longest part, and it takes 5-7 minutes, max. You can do it while watching tv or listening to music.

5) Carry your hung up clothes outdoors to the clothesline and hang them up, or to whatever indoor location you have deemed fit if it is raining.

These will be dry in a few hours except for very heavy things like thing hoodies or jeans, those may take longer. Yes, even if it’s cool outside. As long as there is direct sunlight, they will dry. When you’re ready, bring them in. All the clothes are already on hangers, so just stick them in your closet.

Once upon a time we had a lot of drama about laundry. We had fights over whose turn it was, how much Tide to put in, and who was going to clean the lint trap. When the dryer broke, I absolutely agonized over the three hundred dollars it would take to buy a new one. That three hundred dollars meant going without cable for two months, it meant scrimping for groceries and paying a late fee on the phone bill. It was more than an entire paycheck, just to dry clothes!

Today that same dryer is sitting in our laundry room in disuse. We have it, for emergencies. A drink spilled on a work shirt, perhaps, that needs to be worn in 30 minutes. It’s good for fluffing up pillows, on the no-heat setting. It wasn’t worth the stress or the tears or the three hundred dollars we put into it all those years ago. It’s basically a glorified shelf for our detergent now:

So today, I challenge you, broke person. Don’t wear those grungy jeans for one more day. Do a load of laundry, as frugally as you can. Measure your detergent carefully, hang your clothes to dry. Your clothes will last longer, your utility bill will be lower, and you will have a few minutes of peace and quiet outside. It’s less wear and tear, less electricity, and less stress, and that’s a minimalist win.

If you do choose to dry your clothes in a dryer, beware of over-drying as that can cause static and extra wear and tear on your clothes. Clean out your lint trap, it will make your clothes dry faster and reduce the risk of fire. If you are too broke to have dryer sheets, wool dryer balls are pretty cheap and effective for fabric softening and reducing static. We have also heard that you could use tennis balls or a couple balls of wadded up aluminum foil for this purpose.

Happy washing!

Some links: homemade detergent at TSD, and Mr. Electricity’s opinion on dryers.

#minimalism #laundry #energysaving #ecofriendly #broke #frugal

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lumosandnoxwriting · 4 years

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Just Peachy - George Weasley

Title: Just Peachy Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Pegging, male receiving oral, male fingering, slight fem!dom/sub!george, teasing, degradation. Seriously George takes it up the ass if you don’t like it don’t read it k thanks Summary: with the world wide web at his fingertips it’s only natural that George finds something new to try in the bedroom A/N: for the anon who wanted George getting pegged. Like I said in the warnings, George takes it up the ass so if that makes you uncomfy or you don’t like it don’t read! I’m also not tagging anyone as I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy or upset! Feedback is always welcome!

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Giving George a laptop and access to the internet turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he quickly became obsessed with browsing the internet, and he spent most of his time scrolling away on reddit or with his headphones on, watching some random YouTube video. He could chatter on for hours about a thread he found on reddit or a meme he discovered when browsing on Instagram and once he discovered how to order things off of amazon it got even worse. At least once a day a package containing some random gismo or trinket arrived at the doorstep of their shared flat, and George would excitedly rip open the box and use whatever was inside for a few minutes before jumping back on his computer to order more useless crap.

But his newfound love of the internet was also a blessing. George had figured out how to connect his laptop to the tv in his and Y/N’s bedroom, and every night before falling asleep they would cuddle together in bed, watching some tv program or film on Netflix. Along with George’s obsession with shopping for useless gadgets, he’d started to pick things up for Y/N as well. It was never anything big, a box of her favorite chocolates, a candle he thought she’d enjoy the smell off, a new pair of fuzzy socks for her to wear around the flat in the winter. Just anything he saw that made him think of her.

George’s new love of the internet also did wonders for their sex life, something Y/N welcomed happily.

Along with the random cute presents George started ordering for Y/N, he also started ordering some sexy ones as well. Her wardrobe is now dripping in different sets of lingerie and her underwear drawer is filled to the brim with lace clad panties. Their sex toy collection has nearly doubled in size, with toys for them to use together or on their own being added to the mix. And thanks to George’s Pornhub premium subscription, they’ve tested out some new positions and kinks in the bedroom as well. Some were only a one time thing, others have become a permanent part of their intimate moments, but everything has been pleasurable, nonetheless. It’s made their relationship stronger and helped George ask for things he never thought he’d want, even those that may be a tad unconventional.

George clears his throat as he tugs Y/N closer to his side, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He can tell she’s close to drifting off to sleep by the way her chest is moving with slow deep breaths and he knows he’ll never get the chance to ask the question that’s been burning on the tip of his tongue for weeks if he doesn’t do it now. “You ever heard of pegging?” he asks into the quiet of their bedroom.

“Like clothes pegs? The things you use to hang your washing up with?” Y/N mumbles sleepily into his chest.

George chuckles and he can feel some of his nerves easing away. “No, it’s like a sex thing.”

“Like putting clothes pegs on your nipples? Sounds kinda hot,” Y/N teases, turning so she can look up at George. “Though I imagine the splinters would be a nightmare to get out.”

“Not quite,” George responds, biting his lip. “It’s, um. This thing where. The girl wears this thing, a strapon, and um. Uses it to. Ya know, fuck the guy.” George’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he looks up at the ceiling to avoid Y/N’s gaze.

“Oh,” she responds quietly, reaching up to cup one of George’s cheeks. She rubs the flushed skin with her thumb soothingly, waiting for him to relax into her touch before she continues. “Is that something you’re interested in? Something you want me to do to you?”

“I. Um. Uh. Yes, I think so. Only if you want to,” George babbles nervously, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

Y/N grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers before bringing it down so she can press a few kisses to the back of his hand. “Georgie, look at me.” When George finally looks back down at her Y/N smiles softly and squeezes his hand. “You never have to be embarrassed about this kinda stuff with me George. If you wanna try it, we’ll try it. Simple as that.”

George leans down to kiss Y/N briefly. “Just didn’t want you to think I was weird or something.”

“Of course I think you’re weird,” Y/N teases, kissing him again. “But there’s loads of other reasons for that, and none of them have to do with your sexual preferences. There’s no shame here, love. I’ll do some research and then we’ll get down into it, yeah?”

“You’re the best, you know that?” George compliments, settling back into the pillows.

Y/N hums as her eyes flutter closed, letting the sound of George’s heartbeat lull her to sleep. “Damn right.”

Over the next few days Y/N spends every ounce of free time she has browsing different forums and websites, trying to find out all she can to make sure the experience is as pleasurable for the both of them as possible. She watches far more porn than she ever thought she would, spends hours searching on various sex toy websites to find the perfect strapon and she does more research on lube than any person should ever do in their lives.

Y/N keeps everything a secret from George until the day they’d decided would be best to try for the first time. They choose a Friday, that way George will have time to recover from any soreness before he’s expected to be back at work and if they both find it enjoyable, possibly do it again.

While George is at work Y/N decides to grab the strapon from where she’d been hiding it in the back of the closet, so she can clean it off one last time and figure out how to properly strap it to her body, so she doesn’t have to fumble with it later. The harness she’d chosen has a part that settles into her slit, with ridges and bumps that’ll drag across her clit with every thrust. A shiver runs down her spine as the cool leather wraps around her skin and she tightens the straps, adjusting them so they fit tight on her hips and thighs.

“This is kinda hot,” Y/N mumbles as she stares down at the dildo resting at attention in between her thighs. It’s flesh colored and slightly curved, and it’s about 7 inches long and moderately thick. She wraps her hand around it, slowly moving her wrist as if she’s jacking off. “Fucking hell,” she groans as the ridges on the strap brush her clit, her hips jerking forward. Y/N wraps her hand around the base and grabs her phone off of the bathroom counter, snapping a picture to send to George.

Can’t wait to have you begging for my cock xx

George takes his phone out when he feels it vibrate in his pocket, figuring its Y/N sending him a sweet message. Ever since she taught him how to text a few months ago she’s started sending him little things throughout the day while they’re apart. Usually it’s a text to let him know she’s thinking about him or sometimes it’s a meme or a video she found that she figures he’d enjoy too.

So, when he opens his phone and is met with a picture of her hand wrapped around the dildo Y/N plans on fucking him with later his cheeks immediately turn bright red as he nearly drops his phone on the ground. His cock twitches in his trousers and he has to grip the counter in front of him and take a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. That image is going to be imbedded in his brain for the rest of the day, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to make it through the next few hours knowing what’s waiting for him at home.

“You alright?” Fred asks as he comes out of the back, taking in George’s flushed appearance.

George hums and nods, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket. “Yep. Just peachy.”

Fred gives him a look but doesn’t say anything more, and George sighs in relief, deciding to go help some customers to keep his mind off of Y/N.

“God damn,” George pants as Y/N grinds down in his lap, his grip on her hips tightening and his head tilting back to give her more room to bite at his neck.

After dinner and some more talking about what the rest of their evening will look like, Y/N lead George to the bedroom to get started. They had stood in the middle of their bedroom for what felt like hours, just kissing softly as they gently undressed each other. Once they were both down to nothing, but their underwear George settled in the middle of their bed with his back against the headboard, while Y/N straddled his waist and started to grind down against him. Now a few minutes later, George is fully hard in his boxers while Y/N continues to grind on him, her lips attacking his neck and one of her hands tugging at his hair while the other pinches and rolls his nipples.

“Feel good?” Y/N teases, twisting the nipple in her hand. George lets out a loud moan and Y/N can feel George’s cock twitch against her. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continues, kissing her way back up to George’s mouth. Y/N tugs on his hair as they kiss, just letting their mouths move together for a few moments. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” George confirms with a nod. He can feel some nerves rumbling in his stomach still, but Y/N’s soothing voice and gentle hands have put him at ease. He hasn’t stopped thinking about this moment since he suggested pegging over a week ago, and the picture Y/N sent him has only made him more excited. “Want you to fuck me, Y/N.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine at George’s words, and she kisses him briefly. “Patience, love. We gotta get you ready first. I’m gonna go get dressed. Want you to take your boxers off and lay back on the middle of the bed, yeah?” Y/N kisses George once more as he nods, before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom attached to their room.

The strapon and lube are already waiting on the bathroom counter, and Y/N takes a deep breath as she shimmies out of her panties and grabs the strapon. She decides to keep her lacy black bralette on, as it’s one of George’s favorites and Y/N knows seeing her in it drives him wild. Y/N secures the strapon like she did this afternoon, groaning as the nubs rub against her clit. She’s already fairly turned on just from the grinding and she can’t imagine it’ll take much for her to cum once she’s fucking into George. She looks at herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing the bottle of lube and heading back into their bedroom. George is completely naked now, laying back on the bed with his head propped up by their pillows so he can watch Y/N’s every move.

“God you’re gorgeous,” George groans as Y/N comes back into the room, his eyes raking over her body. The leather straps wrapped around her skin make her thighs look even more divine, and his mouth waters as he takes notice of the dildo jutting out from between her thighs. “This is way hotter than I thought it would be.”

Y/N giggles as she settles on the bed between George’s legs, tossing the lube onto the bed next to him. “Yeah? You like my cock?” she teases as she hovers over George, attaching her lips to the base of his throat. She thrusts her hips against George slowly, letting the dildo drag against his cock.

George gasps as the dildo drags across his warm skin, a shiver running down his spine. “Shit that’s cold.”

“Sorry, baby,” Y/N apologizes as her lips start to trail down his chest towards his nipples. She lets her hot breath just barely breeze across one before she flicks at it with her tongue. George lets out a low moan, prompting her to give his other nipple the same treatment.

“It’s okay. Felt good,” George stutters out as Y/N takes one of his nipples into her mouth. He can feel the precum collecting on the tip of his cock dripping onto his stomach, and he thrusts his hips up, desperate for some friction.

“Gotta be patient, baby,” Y/N coos as she starts to kiss further down George’s body. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” Y/N presses a kiss to the tip of George’s cock, pulling away when he groans and thrusts his hips up into her touch. “Don’t be naughty, George,” Y/N warns as she grabs the lube.

George licks his lips as he watches Y/N spread the lube on her fingers, his legs automatically opening a bit wider. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Better be,” Y/N responds as she tosses the lube aside again. She grabs the base of George’s cock with her clean hand, leaning down and sucking the tip between her lips as one of her fingers circles his entrance. She takes him down fully as she sinks the first finger into him, the noise he lets out going straight to her core.

“Oh,” George gasps as Y/N starts to bob her head on his cock, his brain focused on the way her finger feels as it moves inside of him. “Feels good,” George moans, grinding his hips down against her hand. “Feels different, but good.”

Y/N hums around George as she continues to suck his cock, the hand on the base of him twisting as she adds another finger alongside the first. She’d read many guides on the best way to prepare someone, and she moves slowly, wanting George to feel as good as possible.

Y/N works at opening up George for a few minutes, getting up to three fingers into him while her tongue teases the tip of his cock. His hips are rocking down against her hand feverishly, and little mewls are leaving his lips as his chest heaves with deep breathes.

“Fuck me please,” George begs as Y/N crooks her fingers inside of him, his hands fisting in the bed sheets. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s ready to move on to the next step.

Y/N pulls off of George’s cock and looks up at him, groaning at how beautiful he looks. His chest his flushed red and his hair is messy from his hands running through it. “Yeah, baby? You ready for me to ruin you with my cock?”

George chokes on a moan as Y/N pulls her fingers out of him, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly empty. “God yes, please. Need to feel you inside of me. Wanna be full of your cock, Y/N.”

“Such a desperate little cock slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet, baby,” Y/N teases as she lubes up the dildo. She lets out a quiet moan as she strokes it, the little nubs and ridges on the harness giving her some much needed relief on her aching pussy. “You remember the safe word, right baby?”

George nods, a whimper falling from his lips as Y/N presses the tip of the dildo against his entrance. “I remember, yes,” he confirms, taking in a few shaky breaths.

Y/N grabs one of George’s knees, pushing his leg to the side to give her more room. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to fuck you with my cock? Turn you into a little cock whore?”

“Please,” George begs. He’s rock hard against his stomach and he’s desperate for Y/N to finally sink into him. “Oh my fuck,” George moans as Y/N’s hips push forward slowly, not stopping until the dildo is in him completely and the leather straps are digging into the backs of his thighs.

Y/N rubs George’s hips soothingly, watching his face contort into some mixture of pleasure and pain. “You doing okay, Georgie? Talk to me baby.”

George slowly pushes his hips down against Y/N, a moan falling from his mouth at the sensation. It burns slightly, but in an amazing way, and George feels full in a way he never has before. “Feels so fucking good,” he whines, pushing his hips down against Y/N’s in a steady pace. “Need you to move, Y/N fuck. Please. So full of you, so full of your cock.”

“Fucks sake,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips, slowly pulling out of George before she fucks back into him. The noise George lets out as she starts to fuck him goes right to her core, and the feeling of the nubs rubbing against her clit prompts her to slam back into George harder. “You like the way I fuck you, Georgie? Like how my big cock stretches you out?”

“Merlin, yes,” George moans as Y/N starts to move faster one of his hands coming down to stroke his cock in time with her thrusts. “Love the way you fuck me, Y/N. Feels better than I ever thought it would.” George wraps one of his hands around his thigh, pulling his legs up to his chest. The new angle allows for Y/N to fuck into him deeper, and he lets out a long whine as the tip of the dildo finally brushes his sweet spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there Y/N please,” he begs, as he tips his head back against the pillows.

“Such a fucking slut, baby,” Y/N teases as she starts to fuck into George harder. The bumps and ridges on the harness brush against her clit roughly, and she can feel her wetness dripping down onto her thighs. George looks absolutely ethereal, and it does nothing but push her closer to her own orgasm. His chest is red and covered in a sheen of sweat and the noises falling from his mouth are going right to her core.

George groans as the tip of the dildo brushes his sweet spot with every one of Y/N’s thrusts, and he releases his cock so he can grab his other thigh and bring his leg up to his chest, allowing Y/N to somehow fuck into him even deeper. “Only for you, Y/N. Love being your cock slut.”

“That’s right, baby. My little slut.” Y/N can feel her orgasm approaching, and she wraps her hand around George’s cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts, her thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft to make her hand slide easier. “Fuck, George. ‘M gonna cum. Come on, baby. Be a good little cock slut and cum on my cock.”

Y/N’s hand on his cock pushes George over the edge, and he can feel his walls clench around the dildo as he cums, pleasure rolling through his body. Her name leaves his mouth in a loud shout as he shoots his seed all over Y/N’s hand and his own stomach.

“Fuck, George,” Y/N moans as her own orgasm washes over her, the rhythm of her hips stuttering as the pleasure rockets through her body. She releases George’s cock as soon as it stops twitching, letting her hips slow to a gentle roll before pulling out of George completely.

George releases his legs and lets them fall back against the bed, inhaling slowly as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Y/N giggles as she crawls up George’s body, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Glad you liked it, because it was so fucking hot, George. Like so unbelievably hot.” She kisses George again, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Gonna grab something to clean you up.”

Y/N comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later back in the panties she’d taken off earlier, with a washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She hands George the water with a smile as she settles between his thighs.

“Thanks, love,” George murmurs before taking a sip, nearly chocking as Y/N runs the warm washcloth along his bum. “Could have given a guy some warning,” he teases through his coughing fit.

“Sorry, love,” Y/N giggles as she wipes up his stomach. Once George is clean Y/N tosses the washcloth on the floor for them to deal with later, before crawling back up the bed. “So, feel good?”

George places the empty glass on his bedside table before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. “My arse is a little sore but other than that yes, incredible.”

“I’ve got some salve you can use tomorrow if you want. Figured it might come in handy.” Y/N pulls back the covers so she and George can get into bed, letting him pull her onto his chest. “I love you, George.”

George chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for not thinking I’m a weirdo.”

“I told you,” Y/N muses with a laugh as George grabs his wand, giving it a flick so the lights in their room turn off. “I absolutely think you’re a weirdo, a weirdo who looks super fucking hot cumming on my cock.”

#George weasley #George Weasley smut #gw #golden

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vergess · 3 years

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@autismserenity said: Your tags are the most American thing I’ve ever read, we are truly so screwed here

May I interest you in a more complete, and more excruciating, explanation of what I spent the last 18 months doing?

It is, I need to emphasize, fucking nasty. Don’t feel obligated, especiallly if you’ve already had A Day(tm).

There’s a lot of disease, a lot of worker abuse including sexual and racial abuse, a fine portion of letting people die for not being white enough for real medical care, all leading to homelessness.

For NDA reasons, because my former employer was just as vile as any tech company has ever been, I cannot be super specific about who I worked for. However, I can say that we handled the records and patient contact for all COVID testing for several states, as well as 2 of the 5 largest metros in the US, and several dozen smaller ones ranging from the approximate population of San Francisco, down to little towns, as well as the testing for several public school systems and at least two government agencies that I am not at liberty to disclose.

I tell you this for a sense of scale. When I say shit like, “my boss was more than happy to let thousands or hundreds of thousands die” I am not exagerrating for effect. We handled hundreds of thousands of tests a week.

Again, I need to emphasize, government agencies. Ones you would know if I named them. Ones everyone in the country knows.

And we were in charge of getting their test results from the already over swamped labs back to the patients, who often were not allowed to quarantine while awaiting results.

The fastest we got our turnaround time to on any consistent basis was about 30 hours. Often it ballooned well into weeks.

There were a number of factors for this, but the big one was always understaffing.

The staff we did have were treated like trash. One of the big selling points of this company is how “trans friendly” it is to work there. That is a lie. Every trans employee on payroll had their dead name displayed to all other staff, and until I personally changed the system setup on my arrival, patient facing trans people’s dead names were displayed to patients.

Remember that thing about “hundreds of thousands of tests a week”?

I was able to change the way patient-facing names were displayed. I was not allowed or able to alter the way internal systems displayed trans people’s names. But I was assured that it’s fine, because once you get a legal name change, you’ll be given new system accounts with your new name!

Your old accounts with your dead name would still be displayed and associated with the new ones though.

This is the “trans friendly” working environment. We were allowed to be out of the closet, as long as we were willing to put up with that. And any attempts to get it altered were the result of those nasty little transgender ingrates not being thankful enough.

Meaning that by asking to use our own fucking names we were already in the disciplinary shitter.

Another big selling point is the ~racial diversity~. The CEO was a man of colour, and so were like four other people on staff!! Wow!!!!!!!

This, too, was laughable.

Once numbers started coming in about the care gap for COVID between English and Spanish speakers, and our Southwestern US service area began to have a separate and brutal backlog just of Spanish speaking patients, my employer encouraged me to interview potential hires who speak spanish.

Fair enough! We all wanted to do our part to help close the already massive mortality gap.

So, I found candidates, did interviews, hired them, trained them, etc. But I don’t speak Spanish. As a result, I appointed 2 assistant managers who do speak Spanish to assist me in managing, you know, like the job name.

So when my super contacted them directly, completely skipping me on the chain of command, and told them to stop all of our Spanish speakers from translating helpful simple messages to send to patients, and instead start translating medical and legal documents, they very reasonably assumed I was in the know and went ahead with it.

TO BE CLEAR, that could have ended my life, theirs, basically everyone involved. Everyone in the company would have been completely fucked. At that point, my subordinates, the people for whom I am wholly responsible, were doing everything from practicing medicine without licenses, to encouraging spanish speaking patients to enter contracts that no one on the fucking executive tier could even read.

The moment I found that out, I and the A.M.s immediately started trying to get actual medical translation services to do our documents. We collected them in a neat folder. We queried translation services. We got quotes. We contacted my super and the CEO, about this over and over again for months. In the late autumn, we received approval for one of the translation services.

The CEO decided at the last minute that having people with no medical or legal training draft medical and legal forms was fine and good actually, and refused to sign the contract or send the documents for translation.

The excuse I received was that the COVID emergency HIPAA relaxations would protect us.

That’s not how that works.

Throughout all of this, Spanish speaking employees were told to either keep doing medical and legal translation work, or lose their jobs.

Oh, did I mention everyone was working between 30 and 80 hours a week, and all of us were marked as “contractors” so the employer could tax evade? Don’t worry, we filed complaints with the labour bureau.

So the entire department was let go, and “rehired” as temps through a temp agency, which because it was a temp agency could keep them marked as contractors regardless of the facts.

This change was presented to all of us, myself included, as the company getting a new accountant to handle payroll.

So if you’re keeping score, we’ve covered racism, queerphobia, medical negligence, fraud, and a frankly uncountable number of deaths.

Let’s talk about the sheer negligence towards employees ourselves. If you’ve worked in near-death medical care before, or any number of emergency services really, you know that the standard benefit suite includes either a dedicated therapist for your staff, or access to peer support groups with other emergency and medical servants through your employer’s benefits program.

Do you know what our mental health benefits were for this company?

The CEO got on a fucking zoom call with us all one (1) time, and said that if we were feeling suicidal or traumatized by the work, to talk to him about it, and he would be our therapist.

Do you know how many people per fucking day we had to contact only to be told they had already died because our understaffing delays killed them? He doesn’t. He never listened when we told him.

But let me put the cherry on the “Oh baby, you can talk to me, oooh” sundae.

Anyone who “looked” or “sounded” female, regardless of actual or assigned gender, was subject to constant flirtations and slimy, overly personal compliments about our appearances. Fortunately, at 3 levels removed from the CEO (Executives > Department heads > Managers > Employees), most of the people under my management had relatively little contact with him.

I was not nearly so lucky.

The CEO of this company has a watersports (urination) fetish. I know this, because he told me so and attempted to get me to join him in it. I have no idea how many other people in the company he did this to. I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to do, risk losing my job to find out? I have a fucking family to support, people.

Not that it mattered.

Eventually, all of these abuses became too much for my subordinates. Productivity fell off a cliff. Delays were getting worse and worse. In a medical emergency like this, delays=deaths.

So, like a fucking idiot, when the department heads reached out to me to ask what they could do to improve productivity, I shot down their frankly insulting suggestion of raffling a $20 amazon gift card to patient facing employees, and instead suggested a very simple, “enroll us with a peer support group, every single person in this department has PTSD from working in this pandemic.”

They were confused by my assertion of PTSD. I was asked to compile a document of complaints, concerns, and weaknesses in our patient facing services.

I and the A.M.s did so. It was roughly 40 pages long, with each page given a known problem, the reasons why it was a problem, and some potential solutions that might inspire further solutions or be able to be implemented. We submitted it. There was no response.

A week passed.

I had been working 80 hour weeks for most of a year. I hadn’t even been able to take weekends. I took my first sick day, in a company with “unlimited vacation days.”

I received a call at 3PM.

I had been fired for “differences in communitcation.” If you’ve ever seen that “Problem Women of Color in the workplace” chart? Yeah.

So had most of my department, including every transgender member of the department, and several of our extremely limited in supply Spanish speakers, who were presumed to be “on my side.”

Some of them, I barely even knew beyond the formalities of the job, and they were punished anyway.

I lost my insurance, and as a result I lost access to my medications.

But the real problem? I lost my house. And not due to lack of payment.

I lost my house, because when I got the job we waited 6 months for stability’s sake, and then readied to move out of the area. I got a mortgage on the basis of my employer’s written guarantee to the bank that I would continue to be employed for the next year at a minimum.

With the mortgage approval in hand, we entered a sales contract on our existing home.

We got and accepted an offer just days before I was fired. To keep our house meant paying a 25,000 dollar broken contract fine. We didn’t have that. We had a 10% down payment for a modest fucking place in a cheaper area, which is less than half that.

But without a job, my mortgage approval was also voided, meaning we couldn’t buy a house either.

All of a sudden, we were homeless during the plague, because my employer wrote and signed a letter to a bank guaranteeing my future employ, and then changed his mind when too many people died due to his own negligence.

Oh yeah, one last thing: the job paid less than Pandemic unemployment Assistance.

...After that, well, it’s homelessness until just last month. I... if you’ve never been homeless it’s.

It blurs. Everything is happening constantly, except for all the ways in which you are endlessly, mind breakingly bored. Bored, overloaded, and always uncomfortable.

Obviously my health would have declined regardless. Malnutrition, stress, everything.

But I was also unmedicated.

It was hell. I was in hell. I don’t know if I can recover from it, to be honest.

I bounced back from being homeless as a child. Children are as resilient as they are stupid, and the monstrosity of homelessness was little more than a vaguely remembered loathing and a panicky fear that it would ever happen again.

A child who is dying is worthy of sympathy, even if it is meaningless coos from passers by. If they have family, they may be able to rely on them too.

An adult with the indignity to die homeless and crippled, according to the average passer by, is worthy only of disgust and perhaps even punishment for being such a worthless waste.

My reward for nearly killing myself in a desperate bid to help stem the tide of COVID was the destruction of not only my life, not only my entire family’s lives, but the lives of every single family of every single employee who worked with me.

And you know what’s worse?

Each one of us still did more to limit the lethal impact of COVID than the entire united states government.

It breaks something in you, going through that.

It makes you realize that hope is a fool’s game.

But, I have ever been a fool, and so, I continue to play.

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Batboys with a Medium! S/O

Request: If you're still accepting Batfam requests; may I request Batboys having a medium S/O? It takes a toll on them if they witness things from horror movies A/N: Happy late spooky day. Also I apologize this is short. I felt really down today and I just felt so...sad for so many reasons. Anywho who cares... At the end of the day, there's a light at the end of the tunnel, right? Word Count: 1K

Dick

This man thought you were joking

A medium?

Fr?

Yeah he fought aliens, atlanteans-

He was raised well enough to know to never fuck with Amazons. He knows they’ll kick his ass but they adore him like a little baby

-people, crooks, animal like people, and a couple of other beings that are just questionable.

Yeah he remembers a lot of horror movies with those sorts

Yeah he went against some “monsters” who actually turned out to be people like an episode of Scooby Doo.

But come on, ghosts?

Oh how he ate those words

He was only brushing his teeth in his apartment until he felt the room go cold and saw a woman with a half ripped face appearing in the mirror.

-Was that Dick screaming?-

You sighed and grabbed your items for communication since you’ve figured the apartment was haunted for like a good 2 weeks

Dick tried to stop you from ever entering the room

He should’ve listened to you but nooooo

His jaw dropped when he barged in the bathroom to find you and the lady giggling.

Turns out she thought her relatives still lived here and she wanted to give them a scare

Woops

After that night he believed you and promised to never make fun of the paranormal ever again

You help him so much on patrols

You get visions of the future and warn him about secret plans from every single villain

“Aha! It seems like you have fallen for-why is my henchman in my trap?”

-Cue Penguin hanging off of a building and police cars surrounding him-

On a special day, it was Dick’s birthday

You woke him up before the sun was out and pulled him to the couch

He was confused before you held his hands and told him to close his eyes before-

Oh…

He sees his parents

He also communicated with them by your help

After a few hours, he was awakened from the couch and you gave a sheepish smile.

“Happy birthday.”

Jason

“Am...Am I a ghost or a zombie to you?”

He was teasing of course.

He died ok?

So of course he believes in the paranormal but he wouldn’t think they would do so much harm.

Until one night...

You pleaded him not to go out for patrol

Since earlier in the day you got a vision predicting how the night will go for Jason

He’s can’t miss patrol for the night he said

No reason to be scared of that warehouse he said

He’ll be alright, he said…

Please say sike right now

As soon as he returned home, he was so shaken up.

Jason has always been so tough on the outside but this…

His walls were cracked open to the point where you could sense his dangerous aurora broken apart.

You were pretty angry at the spirits of what they did to your boyfriend

He was trying his best not to act afraid in front of you and flinch by your touch

As he was fast asleep and you cleared away the bad dreams, you left to the warehouse and spoke with the spirits

Turns out those bastards were having a blast reminding him of the terrible trauma.

Oh was that how they felt?

You cracked your knuckles and gave those suckers a hell of vanishing.

How bad?

You caused a slight earthquake at Gotham Harbor giving those assholes thousands of punishments in various painful ways

Not a single soul decides to mess with Jason because of what happened that night

Like Dick, you and Jason would meditate so he could talk to his parents or his old friends.

He now believes you.

Tim

Ghosts?

Spirits???

Supernatural??????

This man sometimes uses tactics to keep himself awake at night

Watching horror movies was one of them

It was a semi for believing

He would sometimes be paranoid for certain things

Like someone watching him

Then after he confessed of his paranoia, it was strange that he never encountered that feeling again.

-You scared off a spirit that has been haunting him for the past month-

You would remind him where his items are before he could even ask or notice they were missing

“You left your jacket at the library.” “Your keys are on the counter hon.”

Or “Babe have you seen my-” You pointed at the closet while going on your phone.

There are times when Tim have to leave for patrol after countless of all nighters

Which is something ludicrous and dangerous because one slip up could cost his life.

And you being you, would sometimes expose who was the one holding masacres or the location of the criminal to Bruce.

Or ask a friendly spirit of yours to haunt a crook for a short while so Tim would get some sleep instead of leaving for the night and haven't slept for a solid five days

Making sure he doesn’t get nightmares

You would give him calming dreams and making sure he has enough energy when he wakes up.

-You debating with Tim that tea was better than coffee-

Him asking odd questions.

“Is mothman real?” “Huh?” “Yeah, you’re right that’s too extreme… How about werewolves?”

He’s too cute

Damian

PFFT

In the beginning he thought you were pranking him but he slowly starts to believe you

Like-

“Beloved I told you I can’t-”

“Careful, you’re going to hit your face.”

“Wha-” the door slammed right on his face with full speed.

-Jason died that day-

Another time was when you were meditating while he was having trouble training

You helped him by asking a few favors from the spirits and the next day, his arm was better.

You were like Oracle to Damian during his missions.

And his missions were pretty fast because of your visions

When one of his pets died, he felt so down for months.

So you did everything in your power to help him communicate with this deceased pet.

He felt better

Whenever your visions get intense and you start to get dizzy, he’ll always catch you when you go unconscious or fall back

You and Damian meditating together

Comforting him when he has nightmares and clearing them away

Damian pranking on Jon by using your tools for communication

When the Superson entered his room, there was a faint scream and sounds of furniture crashing.

Damian was cackling as Jon came back to the living room and his face was pale

Boy, you were angry

You gave Damian a taste of his own medicine for a good 2 days before he asked -begged- for you to stop.

“Now you see how Jon feels.” “There’s a difference. I remained strong for 2 days while he couldn’t last five minutes.” “Ok then, I guess I could ask Benny to for a visit-” “L/n, put the Ouija Board down.”

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Why must I meet you in a secret rendezvous?

@rosieholland asked “Hey I love all your imagines! Maybe you could do one where the boys are stuck at home during quarantine but Harry’s best friend y/n is staying with them. And Tom and y/n and secretly start dating and don’t say anything because they don’t know how Harry will feel about it.

Pairing: Tom x female reader; bestfriend! Harry

Warnings: a lil argument, I think that’s all

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you so much for requesting this, and I really hope you enjoy! As always, requests are open, and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

It was a dangerous game to sneak around your best friend’s back, especially since you weren’t very good at keeping secrets.

You and Harry were nearly inseparable, and it seemed as though when someone saw one of you, then the other was somewhere nearby. When he began to work on his short film project and needed an actress, he called you first. You had known Harry for almost two years, and you met over what you call “the frozen yogurt debacle”. This needs no elaboration since it’s not important to the plot, but it’s important to note that a terrible shared experience can bring two people together.

A week into filming, it was announced that the UK would go into lockdown, and that meant filming had to be postponed. Since you spent more time at the Holland residence than your own, Harry asked if you would quarantine with them.

Naturally, spending so much time together with people for a few months would make it so that you get very comfortable around everyone.

The boys knew that you were physically affectionate, so no one batted an eye when you were cuddled up next to someone. Most of the time you were always with Harry, or sometimes Sam, and occasionally Tom.

That’s why no one suspected that you and Tom were secretly dating, especially Harry. You had vowed to keep it a secret from him because you didn’t want him to get mad at you for dating his brother.

Sneaking around was quite fun though, and it was becoming more and more like a game.

“Baby” you trailed off, moaning as Tom trailed kisses down your neck. You were both in his bedroom with the door locked, trying not to make any noise. Harry’s room was right on the other side of the wall, and it was a dangerous game to be making out in Tom’s room.

“Love, I need you-”, he placed a kiss on your shoulder, biting lightly as you moaned, “to be quiet.”

“You’re making it quite difficult.” You breathed back and he let out a breathy laugh.

“Good.” He kissed you deeper, and you heard Harry say something from the other side of the wall.

“Tom.” You were trying to untangle yourself from him, but he just kept pulling you closer. “Harry said something.” You managed to sit up, and Tom just pouted.

“So? He’s probably playing fifa or something.” He said, lifting his head slightly to kiss you on the lips.

“What if he knows?” You asked and he just shook his head.

“You’ve gotta tell him eventually. As much fun as it is to sneak around, you should be honest with him. He’s your best friend.”

“And he’s your brother.” You replied. “I don’t know, I guess I don’t want him to hate me for being with you.”

“I really doubt he’ll hate you, if he really loves me then he’ll be happy for me being with someone as lovely as you.” He stated and you nodded.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you cupped Tom’s cheek with your hand, placing a light kiss to his cheek, “I did promise Harry that I would bake cookies with him.”

“Alright darling, cuddle later?” Tom looked at you with wide, puppy dog like eyes and you let out a small laugh.

“Of course, see you later, secret boyfriend.” You whispered while holding up finger guns.

“Back at you, secret girlfriend.” He winked as you quietly left the room.

——

“Earth to Y/N, why are you so distracted?” Harry waved his hand in front of you, gently slapping your cheek. “What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” He smirked as he let out a small laugh.

You two were supposed to be baking some cookies, but you’ve been lost in your thoughts for the duration of the activity.

“I’m just thinking about how in Italian, when you want to describe a loving boy with a good heart, you say “è buono come il pane” which literally means “he’s as good as bread” and I think that’s beautiful.”

“Actually, yeah that is beautiful. Would you describe me that way?” He looked up from the cookbook and you nodded. “Yeah of course, they must’ve had you in mind when they came up with that term.”

“Aw gosh I love you.” He put his hand over his heart and smiled, “but really, what are you thinking about? Hmm?” He prodded and you felt yourself already start to panic. He took a long drink of his water bottle, while continuing to stare at you.

“Okay fine, I was thinking that the guy who’s in the “Adam.” vine and the “hi, welcome to chili’s” guy are not the same person, but twins and I don’t know what to do with this information.” You rambled and Harry choked, gasping for air.

“Girl, you have got to use your one braincell for something more important than that. You’ve gotta be kidding.” He said but you shook your head no.

“Dead serious, why would I lie to you?”

“I don’t know, sometimes you don’t always say everything.”

“What do you mean by that?” You inquired and Harry remained silent.

“Nothing.” He choked out the word, and began to stare straight ahead. “Anyway can you just pass me the vanilla?”

—

“We can’t continue to do this anymore.”

A few days had passed since the baking incident, and you were convinced that Harry knew about you and Tom. You two were making out in the hallway closet, since it was one of the furthest points away from Harry’s bedroom, and far enough away from the living room so no one would hear you. You had begged Tom to not show any affection in the main parts of the house so that you wouldn’t get caught, so you two often ended up here.

“Whoa whoa, what do you mean by that?” His eyes scanned your face, and he rubbed your arm as you stood there silent.

“Baby please say something, it’s killing me. What do you mean we can’t do this anymore?” He whispered.

“I can’t sneak around behind my best friends back anymore, Tom. Okay? He’s gonna find out and he’ll be mad and I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose either one of you but if I had to choose-” you stopped yourself, and Tom looked at you with wide eyes.

“Finish your sentence.” He insisted, but you shook your head no. “I don’t want to finish it.”

“Say it.” He pleaded, and you looked down so he wouldn’t see a tear escape your eye.

“Say it!” He screamed and you flinched.

“I didn’t want to choose, but if I had to pick then I would pick Harry, alright?” You choked out the last word, and took a deep breath before finishing your thought. “I want a relationship with you but just because I want it, it doesn’t make it right. I love being Harry’s friend, and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship just for a relationship with you.” Tom backed away from you, speechless as he reached for the door handle.

“Tom I’m sorry, just wait one second.” You grabbed his hand and he stood there, waiting for you to break his heart again.

“Let’s not make things weird between us, yeah? Then everyone will know for sure what happened.” You stated.

“Right, because now we care so much about what others think.” He added as he left, closing the door and leaving you in the closet alone.

You knew this day would come, and you braced yourself for it, so when it crumbled you were prepared for it. You just felt numb, and the shock almost hasn’t registered yet. You left the closet and walked into the living room, where Harry and Sam were playing video games.

“What’s with the long face?” Sam asked as Harry looked up at you.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how once I got a fortune from a fortune cookie that read ‘fortune not found: abort, retry, ignore?’ and I think I’ve been destined for bad luck ever since that fateful day.”

“Ah, cool. Hey would you want to play a game with us?” Harry asked, completely ignoring what you had just said.

“Sure, what kind?” You asked, but before you had a chance to find out what it was, Harry bolted past you.

“Tom, Tuwaine, Harrison, get over here!” He ran up and down the hallway, trying to get everyone’s attention.

“What in the world?” Harrison asked.

“Did someone die?” Tuwaine inquired, peeking his head out of his bedroom door.

“It’s nothing bad, wanna play a game with all of us?” He asked and everyone groaned and rolled their eyes.

“Well what kind of game?” Harrison said hesitantly as Harry just grinned.

“I’ll explain once everyone comes into the living room because I don’t want to explain it twice.”

Everyone made their way into the room, and Harry instructed them to sit on the floor in a circle. Just then Sam downed the last of his beer and set the bottle on its side in the middle of the circle.

“Alright, it’s truth or dare, but with a twist. Technically it’s more of a spin, it’s regular truth or dare but instead of singling each other out, it’ll be more fair with the spin the bottle aspect.” He rambled, taking a seat right next to you.

You noticed that Tom was sat as far away from you as possible, and dodging your gaze. You looked back to see Harry resting his hand on your knee.

“Are we ready to play? I’ll go first.” Harry spun the bottle and it landed on Harrison.

“Alright mate, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Okay.” Harry paused, “I dare you to read the last text message you received.”

Harrison unlocked his phone, and after a few seconds spoke. “Aha, it just says “Your amazon package is on its way.”

“Dang I was hoping it would’ve been juicier than that.” Harry remarked as Harrison spun the bottle. It landed back on Harry and he just smirked.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Last lie you told?” Harrison leaned his arms back and propped himself up with them. Harry thought for a minute and just shrugged his shoulders.

“I told Sam that I really liked his squash soup recipe but it’s utterly disgusting.” He gagged and Sam punched him in the arm. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad, right?” He asked and everyone remained silent.

“Whatever, spin the bottle asshole.” Sam crossed his arms over his shoulders as Harry spun the bottle, landing on you.

“Oh god.” You blurted out and Harry replied “Oh god, indeed Y/N. Truth or dare?” He grinned like the Cheshire Cat and your fight or flight instinct immediately kicked in.

“Truth.” You spit out, and Harry just looked you dead in the eye and said “I dare you to tell everyone that you’re dating Tom behind my back and decided not to tell me about it, even though I trusted you completely and entirely.”

“I-I’m, um, not, well-” you stammered. Your vision was becoming blurry and you felt a panic attack coming on. Without warning you jumped up and ran out of the room.

“Okay I think he had that one rehearsed.” Tuwaine remarked, and the room became silent again. Everyone looked at Harry disapprovingly, and the tension in the room was so thick you could cut right through it.

“Why would you say that?” Harrison asked and Harry was silent. “How do you even know she’s dating Tom?”

“Was dating, we’re not together anymore.” Tom added and everyone looked at him.

“What?” Harry asked, and Tom replied, “You heard me, we’re not dating anymore. She broke up with me earlier because she knew it was wrong that we didn’t tell you. She felt so guilty about it that she tossed her happiness aside to make sure you would still be her friend. She chose you over me, and now I’m starting to think she may have regretted that decision.”

“I’m a terrible friend, aren’t I?” Harry whispered and everyone nodded their heads collectively.

“I’m afraid so.” Tom said quietly.

“I gotta go talk to her.” Harry got up and ran out of the living room. He sped walked around the house looking for you, until he found you sitting outside next to the chicken coop. You were sitting with your knees to your chest on a lawn chair, holding a blanket and looking at your phone.

He hesitantly stood at the glass doors, and cracked the door open. You looked up to see him standing there, and you averted your gaze away from him.

“Hey, can we talk please? I come in peace.” Harry said and you remained silent. He pulled up a chair next to you and sat down, and cleared his throat.

“Listen Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that in front of everyone. I should’ve talked to you about it in private, and I’m sorry. I know that was a dick move, and I regret doing it.” His gaze was soft as he looked over at you, but you were avoiding his gaze, and pulling on a loose blanket string.

He sighed and continued to speak. “Tom said you broke up with him because you felt guilty for sneaking around. I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to sneak around, though. If he makes you really happy then I want what’s best for you. After all you’re my best friend, and I love you. And if your happiness means dating my brother then go for it, I genuinely mean it.”

You two sat there in silence for about a minute, until you finally spoke.

You knew?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, it was obvious.”

“What tipped you off?” You tilted your head slightly to look at him, and he met your gaze.

“When I came up behind you while we were baking cookies, I noticed you smelled faintly like Tom’s cologne, and how else would you smell like that if you weren’t constantly close enough to him?”

“Well, I also cuddle with you and Sam, so that’s not the best indicator.” You said flatly and he smirked.

“I also heard you two kissing outside at midnight. You were making right above my open bedroom window, of course I could hear you. Look, my bedroom window is right there.” He pointed upwards and you could clearly see his potted plant in the windowsill. “Also, Tom isn’t a silent lover if you know what I mean.” Harry lifted his brow as you began to choke. He patted your back as you tried to catch your breath, which resulted in him breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“I should’ve asked you if it was alright that I dated Tom. I’m sorry I went behind your back.” You had your head low and Harry shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have to be sorry. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you have to sneak around, just to be happy. Do you like him?”

“Of course, I mean sure, he gets on my nerves,” you let out a small laugh, “but I really do like Tom. He makes me happy and I enjoy spending time with him.”

“Then you have my blessing.” He stood up and bowed dramatically.

“Are you sure, Harry? I mean I-”

“Little one, I want you to be happy, even if it means you dating my imbecile brother.” He laughed and you pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you.” You whispered against his chest, and he whispered back “You’re welcome. Now go get your man.”

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Now go.” He ushered towards the door and you made your way back inside.

It didn’t take long to find Tom, who was sitting on his bed, eyes focused on his laptop. He looked up to see you standing in the doorway, and he shifted his gaze back to his laptop.

“Tommy?” You walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. He continued to ignore you, and you felt as though you could cry.

“Please look at me? I’m sorry I broke up with you. I shouldn’t have and Harry said I have his blessing so that we-”

“Wait what did you say?” Tom cut you off, closing his laptop and sitting up. He scooted closer to you and put his hand on your knee.

“Harry said that he’s okay with us dating, so-.” You were cut off again by Tom crashing his lips onto yours. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your chest flush with his. Breathless, you pulled away for a second, but Tom only pulled you in again.

“Are you mad-” you tried to speak but he cut you off yet again. “Don’t speak, okay? We’ll talk later. I just want you now.” You crashed your lips onto his, Tom moaning as he kissed you more passionately.

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