#i am in no hurry to get to any of this high level shit btw i just realised that huh. im lost!

[pristine-starlight]

Aaand I just realised I’m probably about to hit a stagnating part on the power curve in warframe

I had expected a previous one to happen around Mars/its moons back when, bc my weapons and frames weren’t gonna get any stronger (and the progression of what frames you can get has never been from weak to strong) while the enemy levels keep ramping up. Then I got the xoris, and it’s carried me all the way to Sedna (and likely beyond) wonderfully (later also adding the lenz so that I have something that’s actually like half a gun)

And don’t get me wrong, the xoris and the lenz still handle everything i need right now beautifully. Nidus and Nezha can both keep me alive almost indefinitely. When I’m not trying to just tank everything, the rest of my potatoed frames also hold their own

But I’m not sure what’s the steps between now and, like, a Kuva Lich, bc I’ve seen both liches and sisters in action before and goddamn are they tough. Or comfortably doing ESO. Or doing a few rounds of C rotation in Sedna/Lua disruption

There’s not much of the starchart left to go (I still need to actually bother to go to Eris, and then it’s going back to clear nodes over time. The Kuva Fortress can leave me the fuck alone for a bit tho, i hated my first visit there) and while there’s certainly higher mr weapons, I can’t tell what’ll actually be good. But i highly doubt lenz and xoris can carry me forever (the other day we got lvl70 eximus units from a death squad on Hydron, and my xoris was barely doing anything against their overguard. I had a wholeass crisis before i noticed their level)

Idk i’m just talking myself in circles here i guess. Just no clue where to, eventually, go from here to someday reach that legendary level of dealing with liches and high level enemies

[bittywitches]

omg pls do 38 with grayson i'll cry

Lynds ily 🥺 also sorry this is LONG for a concept I got carried away as usual

38. You help a lost child find their parent together.

(btw I wrote this with like mid-teen y/n and grayson in mind)

You were so excited that you and your friends had finally found the time to hangout together. You all had been so busy with finals and work, but with summer finally coming around the gang had made plans to visit the amusement park you used to go to as kids. You’d been hyping up the trip for so long, so when you all actually arrived it was such an exciting rush you hadn’t felt in a long time. Since you’d made it there at around noon, the plan was to eat at the park, but when you realized that everybody wanted something different, you guys decided to split up and get your food, then meet back at the tables. And so you sauntered off towards the nearest DQ, knowing full well that you intended on getting all the desert you could.

You were about to step into the line when you heard the faint sound of crying coming from the arcade right across from where you were. You turned to see a little boy, maybe around 5 or 6 years old, standing at the entrance, a terrified look on his face as he bawled his eyes out.

“Oh no,” You muttered doing a 180 and almost slamming face first into the couple in line behind you. You sheepishly mumbled out an apology, hastily trying to push your way out of the line that had somehow almost doubled in the twenty seconds you had been standing there for. You were met with many grumpy faces as you shimmied out of the line, some throwing curses at you, and you would usually be annoyed about it if it wasn’t for the poor little kid you were trying to get to.

You ran up to the boy and crouched down so you were eye level with him. “Hey, hey bud, are you okay? Are you lost?”

He nodded through his sobs and sniffles, looking around hastily for someone.

“Who did you come with?”

“M-m-my m-m-mom,”

“Do you have any idea which way she went?”

“N-no! My m-mom told me i-if I ever get l-l-lost I sh-should stay where I a-a-am and she’ll f-f-find me,” He was starting to cry harder.

“Hey, don’t worry I’m gonna help you find her, okay?” You brought your arm up to rub his shoulder reassuringly. “What’s your name, bud?”

“C-Caleb.”

“Do you know your mom’s phone number, Caleb?”

“Y-yea!”

“Wow, aren’t you smart! Do you wanna try calling your mom from my phone?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Great.” You got up and reached into your jeans’ pockets, only for your fingers to slide down to the bottom of the cool denim. You frantically patted down all your pockets, searching for your phone when you remembered- you’d given it to your friend during the car ride to change the music and she hadn’t given it back to you.

“Shi-” You stopped yourself from cursing when you remembered who was there with you.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Caleb, just give me a second, alright? I’m going to find a phone for you.”

“O-okay.”

You looked up to see a boy standing at one of the arcade games. It looked like he’d just finished up, since he was reaching for the tickets that had come out of the machine.

Normally, you weren’t someone to walk up to cute boys (especially not ones THIS attractive) on a whim, but that wasn’t the first thing on your mind right now.

“Caleb, just stay right here for one minute okay?”

“W-w-where are you going?” You could see the tears beginning to well up in his eyes again.

“No no don’t worry! I’m just going to go get a phone for you really quickly, okay?”

He sniffled, but nodded. You walked hastily over the boy who was about to leave the machine.

“Hi, sorry to bother you.” You tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned around you were taken aback a bit. You must’ve stood there for a bit longer than normal, because he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes..?”

You shook your head. “Do you have a phone I could borrow? This little boy Caleb is lost and he wants to call his mom but I don’t have mine on me..” You pointed at the kid at the entrance.

“Oh! Yea, of course! Here,” He shoved his hand into his shorts pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to you with a smile.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver.” Before he could respond you hurried back over to little Caleb and gave him the phone.

“Do you know how to dial?”

“Y-yea.”

“Okay.”

He dialed his mom’s number and held the phone up to his ear, it looking comically large in his small hands. After a few rings you heard a woman’s frantic voice on the call.

“Hello?”

“Mommy!” Caleb cried again.

“Caleb? Is that you?”

Caleb wailed over the phone for a bit, crying for his mom to come find him but wasn’t really making any coherent sense. After a while he calmed down, and actually answered the questions his mom was asking.

“You know this kid?” You were startled by the voice from behind you, and it took you a second to realize it was the one who’d lent you his phone that was walking up to you.

“Oh, no. I just saw him crying.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

Caleb’s sudden burst of sobs caught you both off guard.

“Honey, listen to mommy. Is anyone there with you?” you could both hear his mother’s voice over the phone.

“Y-y-yea, the nice girl!”

“Can you give it to her please?”

He looked up at you, eyes glistening, and handed the phone to you.

“Hi Ma’am, I’m Y/N.”

“Hi sweetheart, thank you so much for helping him. Where are you right now? He said he’s at the games but I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Oh, we’re right outside the arcade. It’s pretty close to the entrance.”

“Oh yes I remember passing by it! Thank you, sweetheart, I’ll be there right away!” She hung up the phone.

You looked down at little Caleb and crouched down so you were next to him again. “Don’t worry, your mommy said she’ll be here soon, okay?”

He sniffled. “O-okay.”

You smiled, rubbing his shoulder again.

“Oh,” You got up to your feet and handed the boy his phone. “Here. Thanks.”

“No problem. I’m Grayson, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“W-when will she get here?” Caleb asked.

“I’m not sure, Caleb. But definitely soon.” You could tell he was going to start crying again, but before you could do anything Grayson spoke.

“Hey, bud, how about I give you something?”

He wiped his nose with his arm. “W-what?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smiled at him, then winked at you before walking back into the arcade, causing blood to rush to your face.

“W-what’s he doing?”

“I dunno, bud. Must be something cool though.” You grinned at the boy, and you finally got a smile to crack from him.

A few minutes later Grayson walked back, and he was holding something behind his back.

“Can you hold this for a sec?” He handed you his phone again, and you took it, curious yourself as to what he was doing.

“Caleb, guess what I got you.”

“W-what?”

He brought his arm out from behind his back to reveal a cute stuffed green dinosaur.

Caleb’s eyes widened and his smile grew. “Wow! How did you know I liked dinosaurs?” He took it from him, smiling giddly.

“Because you’re wearing a super cool T-rex shirt!” He knelt next to him, pointing at it. “I’m jealous, I wish I had a shirt that cool.”

Caleb laughed. “Really?”

“Yea! I’m sure you’re the coolest kid at school, aren’t you?”

“Haha, yea!”

You smiled, watching Grayson have his fun conversation with the little boy. You’d never seen someone your age act so natural and kind around kids before. It was kinda cute.

You finally looked down at Grayson’s phone, realizing that you still had it in your hand. You were about to hand it back to him when you realized it was open on an app already. You brought it up to your face, having to squint a bit in the sunlight, and saw that it was opened to contacts. And some of it was already filled out.

In the First Name box he’d already had your name written, and in the Last name box he’d written: If it’s cool with you :) ↓

The arrow was pointing below to the field to enter your phone number.

You smiled. You got a head rush when you realized what was happening. You looked back towards him to see that his attention had left Caleb (who was now happily playing with his dinosaur plushie) and was now focused on you with a small smile.

“This is very cocky of you, yknow.”

He laughed. “Sorry. I was too scared to just ask.”

You bit your tongue, grinning at him as you went to enter your number into his phone. You could see him pumping his fists into the air out of the corner of your eye, and you giggled.

“Hey, Caleb. Gimme a high-five.” Caleb did so, earning a big grin from Grayson. “My man!”

Caleb laughed, and you did with him.

Not too long afterwards, Caleb’s mom came running up to her son and hugging him tighter than you’d seen anyone hug a person before. “Oh my sweet angel.”

She thanked you and Grayson a million times over, and you both assured her that it was no trouble at all. She asked if she could treat you to anything, but you both let her know that you were just happy that she’d found her son. After they left, Grayson turned to you.

“How about I treat you to lunch instead?”

You crossed your arms at him. “You really think you can get away with lines like that?”

“I’m just asking!” He chuckled.

You did too. “I’d love to, but I’m actually having lunch with some of my friends-” Your eyes widened. “Shit! My friends!” You grabbed your wallet from the floor. “Sorry, I gotta go!” You began to run, but looked back at him. “Call me!”

“I will!” He laughed, waving to you as you raced off to meet your friends.

[pleasuringmyprincess]

Love Letter

I wrote the following In July, but decided not to share it at that time. it's now October.  Circumstances change.

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I know this isn’t going to be easy for me, so please bear with me.

I’m looking for a new dom for my sub.

I’ve know Ren for six months or so, in a long distance relationship through circumstance rather than design. Circumstance being that I live in California, while she lives in England. This is not a full time LDR, work and family (I’m also from England) bring me to the UK regularly. So in the time we’ve known each other, I’ve travelled to England every 10-12 weeks, staying for 4-5 weeks each time, and I have two more trips scheduled for between now and the end of the year.

When I met Ren it was supposed to be just for play, but we found we had so much in common, so many shared interests outside in the real world, so much chemistry that a serious relationship quickly developed. 

Ren isn’t just a delightful sub, she’s a wonderful mother to two lovely children, she’s fantastic company, intelligent, fun loving, really smart, caring, upbeat all the time, but... there’s always a but, and for Ren it’s a big one.

Let’s start by saying if there was ever someone who didn’t deserve the deck she was dealt it’s Ren. Over the last 6 years her self-esteem has been shattered by her prior partners, (I’ll say no more than that they have one way or another treated her badly) and as a consequence she has suffered from severe depression, has Generalized Anxiety Disorder, has self-harmed, and most recently has been diagnosed and is now being successfully treated for severe Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD).

Pause a moment there - this is the same woman, the woman who has been shit on by the world is also the wonderful mother, the delightful, intelligent, fun loving, smart, caring woman. My unicorn.

Ren’s seen a few big changes recently, most significantly she finally was able to divorce her husband and move to a new home. Two big steps forward, but at a cost of greatly increased anxiety. Just after this she heard that she was losing her job - she’s highly skilled but works in a poorly paid profession and because of the need to care for her kids, can only work part time. And she’s just lost her dom. We’ll come back to that in a minute.

In a scene, Ren is delightful, absolutely exquisite. I couldn’t ask for more, it breaks my heart to think of letting her go. Outside of a scene though, she can be very hard work. It’s more a question of providing support and encouragement over discipline. I have lost count of the number of hours I’ve spent helping her through the pain she feels. When she’s particularly low, it can be 3-4 hours a day. That’s not a complaint, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat even now while I’m writing this. It’s just a sign of the level of commitment you need to make. And just so it’s clear, Ren knows she has these problems and spends a lot of time in self-care activities and while it helps, it’s not enough.

Ren’s a working single mum, on a budget, she’s already very disciplined, very ordered, but she still struggles with some things and I have not been as successful as I would have liked in helping her address these issues (although today she has just proved to me that she can do this unbidden when motivated). I’ve not got to the bottom of why this is, and frankly it’s not been a high priority for me. I’ve been focused on helping her improve her self-esteem, manage her anxiety and encourage her to seek treatment for her PMDD (yay me!). This has really been my primary goal. And while it’s too soon to be sure, it really looks like we have succeeded, her anxiety and PMDD are both under control now. She is far far stronger today than she was three months ago.

Unfortunately, helping her get treatment for PMDD may have been my downfall.

After six years in the wilderness Ren is becoming whole again, free from her past, independent, far stronger than she has been for many years. Strong enough to tell me that she wants to move on. Ren needs someone full time, I know this, we’ve discussed it at length, and I had already put plans in motion to return to live in England to be with her. Now Ren has told me that while I am returning to England, it's not soon enough for her - she doesn’t want to wait. She also has concerns about my marriage. I am divorcing, she knows this, but right now I am married, and my divorce is something that Ren does not want to feel responsible for - she’s not responsible, that ship sailed long ago, but she says she will still feel responsible, and that’s enough. And my age, I’m 14 years older than her, too old in her eyes for a long term commitment.

Now obviously I’m not too happy about this, we are/were amazingly good together and had I not worked so hard to help her through her problems I might not be in this position today. I do feel significantly responsible for Ren’s recent improvement. For giving her the support she needed; for helping her apply for jobs; for showing her that there was a man who would fight for her, accept her for who she is, respect her for it; for being the consistent and reliable dom she needed; and most significantly for getting her back to the doc and having her PMDD addressed. 

This is where I get a little twisted - one of the side effects of the medication Ren is taking for PMDD is possible impaired judgement. And there's part of me that thinks, dumping your dom like this wasn't the wisest thing to do right now. So the treatment for PMDD that I helped her get, might possibly be responsible for Ren taking what I think is an ill-judged decision in deciding that she’d rather seek out her perfect Dom than accept this one with all his flaws. I’m not blind to the fact that there’s part of me that thinks ‘Hey, I did the hard work in putting her back together and it would be nice to enjoy some of the benefits’, OK, I fully realize that’s selfish of me, but it’s understandable, I’m a dom, not a saint. To be clear though, it's not the decision I have a problem with, it's the hurried way she approached it.  But we serve at our sub’s pleasure, and so here we are.

As it is, and I’ve never shared this with anyone, not even Ren, until now. I made a promise to myself that I’d help her come what may. And if that means 'setting her free' and helping her find a dom who’s worthy of her, that’s what I’ll do.

And so I’m looking for a new dom for my sub.

If you think that you might possibly be able to be the dom Ren needs, I’d like to hear from you. Before you all shout, as you might have gathered, I hold Ren in very high regard, and I will not let her settle for anyone who isn’t good enough. And just to be clear, I’m not going away. Ren and I have every intention of remaining friends.

So can this be you?

Let’s see shall we.

You’ve got to accept that Ren is a rich multi-faceted human being. If you are looking for a fuck toy, stop here.

She’s looking for more than just a play partner. Listen to Lou Reid singing Perfect Day, if you can’t offer that, you can stop reading here. Married guys (like me), guys in poly, or any form of relationship with someone else, you can stop here, she wants exclusivity. Btw, if you’re separated, divorcing, or whatever, you’re still married, so you stop here too. You don’t drink sangria in the park with Ren, and then later when it gets dark go home to your wife (read the lyrics, it will make sense).

Age 40-50, no exceptions. You will be fit and healthy, height/weight proportional.

No diseases, you will provide current STI test results, and you will always use a condom.

It will help if you a pro-Remain, if not, you need to be able to offer a coherent argument against. Intelligence matters. 

As a submissive, Ren has specific needs, and specific limits. She needs pain, she needs to be spanked, mild to moderate use of a riding crop and paddle is OK, but not severe caning. She needs bondage both for the restraint and the art. Obviously there are other things as well, but she can share that if you meet, and I’m sure there are things that we’ve not tried that she will enjoy. She has limits and you will respect them. You will not humiliate her in any way, not even name calling. Not in play, not as punishment. There are other things you will not do, obviously, and again she can share them if you meet.

You must be an experienced Dom, having a fetlife account or a tumblr blog doesn’t count. You will meet me first. You will provide government photo ID, and references, and I will follow up on references in person.

Ren needs a Dom who is close by, someone who can see her 2-3 times a week without fail and who will remain in close contact when apart. Long distance relationships don’t work for her (ask me how I know), she needs to know you are close by, which means you must be within daily driving distance. No, she will not relocate. She has joint custody of her kids with her ex and that’s not going to change.

You’ve got to accept that she is not at your beck and call. She’s a mother, her kids come first and always will. You don’t even rate second place; like I said, she has a very demanding self-care program that takes a lot of her time, that comes next. She also has a cat. You might aspire to a position above the cat in her hierarchy, but I wouldn’t count on it.

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Don't take this as anything other than a mile marker down a road already travelled.

Applications are not currently being accepted. 

[hotarubi-e]

Make me a promise I know you’ll keep

prompt: Then some Keith of course!! He gets injured, like bad, I wouldn't say really bad bc I don't know how much you're comfortable with, but him with his lance? I'm sorry I'm too excited to request now lol btw my writing blog where I do injury and sickfic is godhelpthesickies ;)

Summary: When Lance and Keith get sent on a mission to a dead planet, a landslide that buries them in rubble threatens Keith’s life. With only Lance there to get his boyfriend out, it’s down to him to figure out how to pull the metal pillar from his side and get him back to the lions before he bleeds out on the ground.

Lance didn’t know where he was. He was lying down, he knew that much, but.. why? He couldn’t remember lying down on the floor, and couldn’t quite understand why everything was spinning. He shifted his arm, pulling it back instantly as it drew a gasp, sharp and filled with pain through his lips. This wasn’t right. There was something seriously wrong with the fact that he couldn’t remember, and the pain pulsating down his arm had him significantly unnerved.

Cracking his eyes open against the sliver of light barely reaching his face, Lance edged around until he could see the sky.

Well, at least it should have been the sky. But in its place was a crumbling mass of pillars and rock, tumbled down from the structure above him. It looked, to his hazy eyes, like it had once been a building, stood high on the brink of a cliff - the same cliff he now lay at the bottom of.

Right. Of course. He and Keith had been sent on a diplomatic pilgrimage of sorts to honour (and simultaneously woo into forming an allegiance) the resident species of the planet Balah. But any and all point had been rendered moot immediately upon landing, as it became painfully clear to the paladins that the planet was long dead. All signs of life had vanished into the ether, leaving a planet crumbled and rotting in the wake of a civilisation Allura had hailed as the pinnacle of societal beauty.

They had been on their way back to the lions when an earthquake had struck, triggered by the destabilised crust of the withering planet. They must have been caught beneath the rubble as it came thundering down -

Lance’s brain cut off as quickly as it had previously managed to reboot. Keith. Where the hell was Keith?

Fighting against the pain in his arm, Lance managed to push himself into a crouch, testing the comms unit hidden away in his helmet. He would have to thank Allura and Coran later for the durability of the armour - he didn’t even want to consider how terrible the landslide might have been had his head not been so thoroughly guarded.

‘K-‘ he made it no further through Keith’s name before he was cut off by a cough, dust vacating his lungs in vicious spurts. ‘Keith! Keith, buddy, you there?’

No answer but a static-y crack ominous enough to raise the tempo of his heart.

‘Keith, babe! Come in! Answer me, goddamnit!’

‘La-…’

‘Keith! Oh my god, is that you? Tell me that’s you!’

Another crackle punctuated the brief sound of Keith’s voice, and Lance felt the growing urge to shove his face into the dirt. Maybe he wouldn’t be thanking Allura and Coran after all - what was the point of a protected brain when you lost your other paladins because of feedback?

‘La-nce.. I-I’m.. I’m here.. do you - do you read me..?’

‘Keith, fuck, thank god,’ he sighed, burying his fingertips into the soft of his eyes. Perhaps he had been rash to condemn the armour after all. ‘Wait - why do you sound all weird? Are you alright?’

‘Lance, you.. ugnn.. y-you gotta come quick, I’m - I’m stuck. There’s..’

‘Keith? There’s what, babe?’ His face blanched and he was on his feet before his brain was even aware of sending the request to his legs. ‘I swear to god, if you say the word ‘blood’, I’m divorcing your ass..’

There was silence for a moment before a small pained huff made its way over the comms. ‘..O-okay, I, uh.. won’t say it, then..’

‘Oh God, Keith..! Okay - where are you?! I’m on my way!’

He shoved a low lying pile of rocks to the side, not waiting for them to hit the floor before he was climbing over them, scrambling desperately against the rough, broken terrain as he waited for Keith to respond. It took an agonisingly long time, but eventually his voice crackled back into being within Lance’s helmet.

‘I-I think.. I hear you.. I can - fuck.. I can see the cliff, it’s.. I’m close to the bottom..’

Now that Lance considered it, he thought he too could hear Keith’s voice drifting over from his right, lending the strange reverberation of a ghost voice to the feed in his comms.

‘I think I’m close -‘ as soon as the words left his mouth he rounded the side of an upright metal pillar and screeched to a halt, all but falling over the Red Paladin, who lay prostrate on the ground. ‘Oh..- oh my God.. Keith!’

The pillar, which Lance had at first thought punctured the ground by the Paladin’s side, in actual fact broke through it, piercing his abdomen on its way through to the dirt below. Pools of blood stained the metal, coating it a slick shade of red which glistened in the distant light filtering down from above.

A gurgling cough broke from Keith’s lips, drawing Lance’s mind back down to Balah, away from the shock he had been spiralling, frantically into.

‘L-Lance…’ Keith stared up into his eyes, face drawn and crumpled in pain as his hands flittered around the wound. No, not flittered, Lance realised. They were shaking. Keith was shaking so terribly that his hands waved like leaves caught in the wind. ‘I c-can’t.. I tried to move it.. made it worse..’

‘O-okay.. okay buddy, just stay still, alright? I-I’ll get you out of here, I promise.’ He crouched down on his knees, hands weaving deftly around the pillar to explore the wound, examine how far into Keith’s side it cut. Only a few inches, but enough to have spilled so much blood he was painting the world his own unique shade of red.

Keith coughed again, wincing against the pull of his flesh as it moved against the metal. ‘H-hurry up on that g-getting me out of here, Lance.. f-fuck.. it.. it hurts..’

‘I know, baby, I-I know, but.. I gotta figure out how safe it is to move you right now. If I move you too quickly, I could just cause more damage and I don’t wanna do that,’

‘Just-! Hgnn… L-Lance, it hurts, it hurts..!’

Lance dropped further down into Keith’s side, desperately trying to see the depths of the wound, where the pillar ended and Keith began. But with so much blood clouding his view it was nearly impossible to find the edges of a wound that seemed to make up the entirety of Keith’s body. ‘I know it hurts, God, I know, but baby I swear, you’re gonna be just fine,’ he almost amazed himself at his own optimism, mentally reminding himself to dive off the cliff above them if it turned out to be a lie.

Keith’s breaths were coming fast and shallow, his chest hiccupping in tandem with the beat set out by his tiny gasps. When Lance caught his eyes close from the corner of his vision, his hand shot out of its own accord, startling Keith awake with a too-hard slap. His eyes blinked blankly, empty of all shine or life until a small, stuttered breath came from his chest.

‘…D-didn’t you ever hear, i-it’s not.. not nice to slap sleeping people..’ Keith’s words slurred together, tongue warring for dominance over teeth in his mouth. Blue lips pulled themselves tight into a line.

‘And didn’t you ever hear it’s not good to sleep when you’ve donated half your blood to a pile of dirt?’ Lance countered, pushing the panic Keith’s daze drew from his gut down into his feet. He could deal with it later when the love of his life wasn't bleeding out on the ground.

Digging into his utility belt, he pulled the knife he had stowed there free and slipped it into the thick material of his own armour’s under-suit. It wasn’t perfect, and left him exposed, but the bleeding needed to be staunched and all other available options amounted to none. He tore the fabric lose, and put the knife back, hands hovering momentarily above the cut. He didn’t want to do this, but in lieu of all else, he knew it was his only choice.

‘Keith? Keith, I need you to listen to me, okay? This.. I’m not even gonna lie, this is gonna hurt so much, babe. Like, next level shit, alright? But I gotta do it - I gotta get you out of here and I don’t think it can wait anymore, not with the way you’re looking right now,’

A slow hand shook free from the blood covering Keith’s chest and slid itself like the weakest vice around Lance’s own, stuttering low and hard as it fought to grip his fingers tight. Lance breathed sharply, scared eyes meeting Keith’s own hazy ones.

‘’s’okay, Lance.. ’s’okay, I-.. trust you. Promise.. promise me something..’

‘Oh, no, no we are not doing that, Keith. I am not sitting here listening to you tell me your dying wish - that is not happening, no way!’

Keith’s head shook languidly side to side, each movement seeming to eat into the already waning strength he had stored. ‘..Not a d-dying wish, Lance. I- you gotta cradle me, okay?’

‘..Huh?’ Of all the times for Keith to decide to try and be cute, it just had to be then. Why couldn’t he save the sweet talk for when they were in bed like a normal person, not when he was half dead buried in rubble on an alien planet with little chance of getting out with all his organs intact?

‘C-cradle me in y-your arms.. dumbass.. I-I can - I can pretend not to.. remember..’

‘Oh. My God. Yep, definitely divorcing you.’ But it bought a smile to his face, reminding him just for a moment that if he had survived so terrible a wound then Keith could too. ‘Alright, if you can bear this next bit, then I promise I’ll give you all the cradling you want after we get back to the lions, okay?’

Keith’s weak nod signalled the start of what Lance knew he could no longer deny - he was going to have to pull Keith free from the pillar. And leave what part of him it had taken out behind.

With a small smile of warning, Lance placed the cut material around the edge of the wound, pressing tight to halt the flow of blood as best he could. Keith cried out so sharp and loud that Lance wished he could cover his ears, but he fought the urge, instead stepping over him to crouch on his other side, across from where the pillar impaled both him and the ground. One hand still occupied by the cloth, he used the other to slip beneath Keith’s shoulders, gritting his teeth against the onslaught of pain Keith let loose from his lips as he got as good a hold as possible around him.

After just a moment to collect himself, Lance braced for the worst thing he thought he would ever have to do: he pulled. He pulled Keith’s body, tense and convulsing as it was, away from the pillar as fast as he could, fighting down bile at the sounds of tearing flesh and screams so loud they echoed off rock.

Keith’s reaction had been instantaneous. As soon as Lance’s hands had pulled him, his body had jerked, head thrown back in abject pain, fear perilous as it bounced around his vocal chords, distorting his sounds into wails. But as soon as he was free, Lance was catching him, hands wrapping tight around his waist, still holding the torn suit close to his side as more blood than before gushed out of him.

The wails turned to sighs, gasps lilting from his throat, his body no longer capable of producing real sound. Lance tightened his hold, feeling Keith’s limbs drape like lead weights down around him. The blood was seeping through the cloth, and so he pushed harder into Keith’s ribs, trying with all his might to at least slow the pouring red rain. It earned him a weak, barely vocal moan from Keith for his efforts.

‘I got you, Keith,’ he whispered, hoisting Keith’s body into his arms, careful to maintain as much pressure on the wound as he could. ‘I got you, I got you. You’re gonna be okay, now, baby.. we’re gonna go back to the ship. There’ll be a pod waiting for you, and when you get out, I’ll have your favourite blanket, and I’ll smother you up in it and never let go, even if you still refuse the fact that you love that thing,’

He looked down into Keith’s face, willing the Red Paladin to reply, but met with silence, he whimpered as he put one foot in front of the other, making his way slowly back to where he knew the lions were waiting for them.

Blood coated his hands, slick on the metal of his armour, running red and vibrant down Keith’s side, but at least he was free. He was free and breathing, and even with his eyes so stubbornly closed, Lance knew that he going to make it. How could he not, when he was pressed so warmly into Lance’s chest?

‘Hey, Keith,’ he smiled, as the Red and Blue lions came mercifully into view. ‘seeing as I’m cradling you in my arms, I think I deserve a word or two from you - don’t you?’

A small grumble from the pained, sickly white bundle in his arms acted as acknowledgement that his desperate prayer had been heard.

‘…S-shut up… ‘m not gonna ‘member this… I s-swear..’ it was weak, but it was there, Keith’s voice drifting over the ruined world, mouth smiling in spite of itself at his own terrible joke.

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2018-04(APR)-22nd--Sunday--(to Noon & Beyond)---my & our hope hss been destroyed-it was never allowed-and it rained.

2018-04(APR)-22nd--Sunday--(to Noon & Beyond)---my & our hope hss been destroyed-it was never allowed-and it rained.

Was woken as I said eitlier by dear Sam and dear Max desperatly needing to go outside after terrible loud thunderstorms waded acros this hellhole area.

I went with then and took them outside, they did what they had to do in the darkness, but did it any and everwhere all over he backyard, (which I've just spent ages cleaning all up now and transporting it by hand to the pit-pile that deasr Fliss an I bulit many years ago when she was here. It was built exactly for that purpose, and it enriches the tree and bushes there.

I suppose I am just lieke my poor dear gentle deceaserd mother in that regard.

And btw, plese frogiveany mistakes i my typings. My damaged forerearm wrist has bleeding and aching quite a bit as I have strugled to do anything. Robert of course does nothig except to do things for himself, just as he has taken over the entire kitchen area to do 'his cooking', this in adittion to all that he did yestreday the ame and doing his cooking....two days of taking over the kitchen for himself. Then packing littl plastic containers with food and storing them into the fridge, only to take them all out again roday. To him, this is just his 'day of cooking' and he will get violent if he is impeded in any way or even if I try to go into he kitchen to make myself a slice of toast. - And so I am forced not to be able to eat at all for many many hours until he is satisfied that he 'is done' in the kitchen....

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At 11:29am.......aborigibal youths (2 of them on the same loud offroad unregistered motorbike riding together with one of them wearng that red pattered shirt as usual), they rode along ON the roads from the Koongamai shops sirection, turned off the engine, yjem rolled.coasted straight into th driveway into the aboriginal criminal hosheold in Kalara Way, the house that has a knee-high front brick fence that they all sit upon like crows amongst the overgrown bushes there and hide from being see by roaming Police vehicles. It is like a jungle to stop any Police from being able to se in there. And Police roam past and see nothing becauase Police only stay in Police vehicles and never hardly ever walk around on foot anymore ever at this hellhoel area. - At this hellhole area, Police foot parols are only something that exists in fantasy and Sherloch Holmes stories of which criminals and Police scoff at and ridicule at this helhole. You should know that dear Fliss, and you have see that for yourslf.

All there is here about this hellhole is high-tech methods shoehorned into service to battle base level prmitives crimes done by primitives and violent thugs and primitives of all ages, who start out as shitty diper dragginig todders wandering litreally in the stests and progress from there........

But now the drunk and drunken and druggged up with all manner of illegal shit (of all ages) primitives have ipods, and mobile phones, and pices of wood and knives and weapons to atack each other and harm all others, som of it bandied about as 'payment for services', or even supplied by departmentals.......and they get whatever newest models they can get their hands on.......

Meanwhile, the old guy wit the big green sheet metal fence has to rely upon a big stick he wields for protection and bangs it on his gate to try to deter leering crimials from once again from viciously atacking him.

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I doubt whether where wil be ANY Police presence as always in this hellhoel area. And it's not trendy enough to make it as photos in any newspaper or online, but the same shit will be going on......and perhaps the Police will deign to suppply one marked vehicel when a single event erupts out of control before it is quickly whisked away and the abo's are all agitated and romaig around for teh rest fo Sunday and into Monday. - That is the standard mode of shittiness about this hellhole area.

If you tryo to talk to any Pliceman, they either demand to know whatever details you knw abut the very specific incident the Police are dealing with at that moment, or they shoves you aside out of their busy way or they ignore you. All this has happened beofre and it will happen again. Just a it all has done so for YEARS and YEARS and YEARS and YEARS...........

The Police and authorities are always rushed for time. And yu know that any information you give them will just vanish and evaporate and never be part of anything worthwhile. That has ben the way of it all for so many MANY MANY MANY years.

Innocent people just give up trying. - Or they remain low and quiet and hope all the shit blows away (it never does it just morphs into other things). - Or as so often is the case here at this hellhole, inocent peoeplare forced to move away, and where they oce live is taken over by the criminals, the ones who made their lives hell, the ones who made life hell for all their children, the elderly, their pets, their meagre posessions their very places where everyone was trying to love quietly. - In this was the crimial ghetto of Kalara Way street has grown....grown just as I forecasted it would long ago......and it now encpompasses several houses in Kalara Way street.

If Fliss took a slow drive along the street with comentary, she would be shocked at how it has all changed,

It has not 'gentrified', it has gone the other way downwards......and don't those ones love the criminal ghetto that they have built..........

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When I am gone and dead, just like others before me now......the Bergers, Mrs Howie, Mr Morten, and others I never knew the names of but knew them in sight alone, all who weer friendly and kind and considerate and sharing and my dear Mother knew them all too and everyone was friendly and would rush in to help for teh smallest of thing because this was a social community, where families watched over and took care of others....as is the human way.

The 'ones' here now are of ALL AGES are the opposite and only exist to exploit not ony any an everyone but even their own families and friends and endless relations who blow-in, do crime and shit and violence, get beaten out and away, only to return in drips and drabs and with others totry to ingrain theselves into it all again and bring up the next generations just like them....... - And all THAT'S what's been hapening here for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEAR......

I am dying.

The old guy with the big green tin metal fence is dying.

Others are dying.......

Even others who thougt themselves young and able are now finding themselves older and on the way to dying at this hellhole area......

And thugs have once again been moving in and trying to estabish themselves as kingpins in their own ways.......

The Kongamia Shops are a somehwat of a nexus point as well as a place for witnessing it all, despite them too being victims of it all.

Gone is the friedliness that once existed there between show owners and shops workers and cuctomers........now it's apprehension as if being wtched over lest you might pull a knife out of your jacket or from your pants and perform violence at any moment. There never is anymore time for gentle friendly talking, it's just hurry up and buy what you want and get out, NEXT! even before you've gooe out the front door, a front door which you hold open for the next people entering our of normal courtesy but which they show none at all as youths of both sexes rush in and barge past you with a word.

At 20 minutes past noon (12:20pm), once again from out of that aboriginal criminal houshold in Kalara Ways street, opposite Fatgut's old criminal aborigial household, he has come that red-shirted aboriginal youth (the one who hides up in trees from Police) out on the loud motrocycle again ON THE ROADS and it sounded like he had perched in front of him an aboriginal toddler just out of dispers or still in diapers......and they went onto Koongamia School property with lots of yellling.

It's not raining. But things are wet. The roads are wet. And more rain is forecast for today and over the next several days. Perfect to cover their tracks up.

But Police KNOW who illegally rides all these things illegally.........Police do what they do and have done so for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS.......and nothing........

Nothing ever gets better at this hellhole area....nothing.........it only gets worse and goes around in cycles for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS.......

Still to come as I forecasted is all this shit being done with cars.......and then watch the authorities all again seem to jump up amazed saying,' Oh we could never have expected all this to happen! This is totally unexpected. We don't know why this is going on but trust us, we have everythig under control......." - And a politician will shove their face into being seeen publicly to be doing 'something' just as long as it's nothing that will bunce back on them at all.....and they can disavow having all knowledge of at a moments notice whilst they wallow in more photo-worthy events like cute animals and such......and the politicians face-lifts keep making them look more younger and younger and 'relevant'.....but it's all just a sham, lies and bullshit.........and the crime and criminals still keeps going on and on and on.....

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you just as you promised us both.

For if not, I should just kill myself right now and stop prolonging this forever hell where only the criminals thrive and multiply JUST as I'v been saying for MANY YEARS........and which has EXACTLY COME TO PASS AS I SAID IT WOULD..........

And as soon a I'm dead.......ony then will it all suddenly seem to change, bulldozers will move in, wipe out all these homes and places, and remodellings and 'youth orienteted' places will be built, and useless mini-parks will be built that caters to the roaming criminals, and the Beellevue railway line will try to push it's way closer to here and migt even get as far as into this place where it was many years agao when my dear mum and I first came into this area looking to have a good new qyuiet life amongst honest people and honsest children, and to enjoy the corner shop being close since we had no car at all and never did until I was old enough to go into debt and get one, whilst others just stole cars and did whatever the hell they wanted and so that was all part of that rise in shit and the population moving in of those kinds....and which terrible depressed and upset my very poor inocent mother buy we struggled and tried to feed ourselves and shared our food whenever we could.

The past is NOT today.

Today is hell.

And hell upon anyone who dares to still live from any of those times.

Hope is just a word bandied around by politicians and those out to exploit and offer false asurances.

Dear Fliss brought hope to me and to us....and we were all set and we prepared to move on and be away from this hellhole and to never think about all this ever again......but then dear Fliss go every ill....not nce....but twice........and I was viciously blamed for all of her woes when that was never ever the case.......Fliss has vanished......is she in Tamworth, New South Wales, with her parents who blame me for all the things that FLiss had long before I ever met dear Fliss and they have kept me out of any and all contact with dear Fliss and lied to dear Fliss I am sure....to convince her of the imagined false memories she has bouncing around in her afflicted mind.....

I love YOU dear Fliss and want to be with YOU. - Only YOU dear Fliss knows everything I always write about is the TRUTH.

And just like you dearest Fliss....nobody believes me about anything......just a what happened with you.......

THAT motrobike is again loudly tearing about all ON the streets close to 1pm and has been for ages. Western Australian and Midland Police and authorities are utterly useless at maintaining any law and order abut this hellhole area just as they haven't been so for DECADES.....they've only caused it to shift from one house to another (ALL AFFILIATED) AND the babies that were rampant everywhere, they became toddlers in diapers and were roaming on the streets in traffic everywhere and which some of that barely made it into local unread newsapers and unseen NEWS stories which resulted in a temorary cessation of it all....but it's NEVER EVER gone away because the SAME ONES RESPONSIBLE FOR IT ALL they never went away and have been allowed to multiply and gather in huge groups in ghetto houses right across the road from each other, right across the road from the Koongamia School, just around the corner from the Koonamia Shops which there is also a liquor store there too.........

If their 'routines' follow their shittyness.......there will/may be yet aother 'incident' soon, either in the strets or at the Koongamia shops area.......maybe a few loud Police vehicels, maybe not....maybe a street incident (AGAIN), or maybe not........and maybe or maybe not on Monday the Police will very very quietly and quickly slink into the streets and try to make sense of it all or to cover it all up as usual,......they might visit the aboriginl criminal houshold in Kalara Way or fatguts place across teh road from there and it all will result in nothing as usual......and bands of aboriginals will roam the streets anew trying to again 'stake their claim' on anyone or anything whilst innocent ptoperty to lve their own lives and not get involved......but they often cannot help being victims......because we are all victims all the time......

I am cursed to be here. I want to be wih dearest Fliss. I am in hell here. Poor dear Sam & Poor dear Max and poor dear Rusty and even the poor dear stupid dog next door who barks at any and everything......and the poor fellow banging and making a fence inside his own yad and has fortfied his other ones also today banging away...........everyone here at this hellhole is a victim of the this hellhole that nobody want to know about or so anything about that has an actual final resolution and brings happiness and joy to lives again, not just opportunities for more crimials to stuff up peoples' lives as they have been doing for so long.........

That poor dear older fellow yesterday walking along with a stout cane on the footpaths and going to the Koongamia shops.....I hope he fares well and gets better.

Whilst over at the brick house with no fence, with that utility canopy perched on its side in the front yard, amongst all the other junk and rubbish......the young woman who had been carrying bags of stuff back from the Koongamia shops and was at teh cenetre of a pile of yelling in the streets as I wrote in this blog, she today was wanderig about randomly leading about the streets a small scraggly bitser pale curley haired 'poodle' dog on a leash whilst she swilled at a thermos bottle she clutched in her other hand............

Recently I tried with hope to enter a charity raffle to win a new house away from here, to have a new place to live with dear Sam & dear Max (and possibly dear Robert)...and it was my wish to also have dear Fliss with me somehow.........

And do you now what happened? -- ANSOLUTELY NOTHING. LESS THAN NOTHNG.

Beceause through no fault of my own I am in hell and hell is where I'm ging to die.

Somebody I was talking to today also suggested for me to be away but I replied I can't. -- I truly can't. - Being terribly injured and in hospital has been the only 'change' in my damned hell recently. And it was fleeting and momentarily and resulted in notig except terrible pain, and terrible anguish, to myself and to poor dear Sam & to dear Max, and which could have also lead to Max's actual death, leaving poor Sam to die alone without him, his brother dog.

I do not want to go on living.

There is nothing but suffering and hell forevermore. NO glimpse or hope of salvation. Not a word or whisper from dearest Fliss the woman I love with all my heart and soul and whom I was going to marry. No pot of gold at the end of a rainbow prize of a new house far away from this hellhole area. That was a damned stupid dream of mine of hope, a dream like all of my hopes and dreams which never come to pass.......all I have is nightmares each and every night.....and criminals roaming the streets making life hell not just for me but for everyone dear and innocent about here, the ones who daily and nightly parade about doing whetever the hell they want even directly in front of Western Australian Police who do nothing at all literally at that moment or afterwards.......

The Police and authorities coe out and th very ones doing all the crime and crimiality flood them and bleat about how bad they are being done by, and so nobody else is allowed to approach anywhere near them because of the swarm, and they constantly watch everyoe and keep tabs on everyone to make sure.

And the Police and authroties do the same shit for the same criminals and get the same results that have ben going on the same way for deacedes......

Or the West Australian Police will send a lone officer with a clipboard around to walk and visit household to try to get 'more information'.....and you give them any and all information and much MORE than they ever thought they would encounter and they carry all that away and.......NOTHING....... -- ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE TOO AT THIS HELLHOLE.

I'm starting to cry and sob....I must not do that. It's not allowed. Only quiet suffering unto my death is allowed.

I saw an innocent neighbour walk back from the Koongammia shops area today with a brown paper wapped bottle of booze in his hands. - He is going to use that to escape in his own way in his own house alone.

But I don't drink.

When I escape it will be total and final and there will be non coming back from and nobody will care except poor Sam & poor Max and the poor lone chicken and perhaps poor Robert though he was try to hide his emotions as always with bluster and anger and violence.

Dear Fliss and I alasy wanted to bring Robert with is, that is the Gods truth, and we DID try, but it failed....and Robert blamed dearest Fliss and dearest Fliss unfairly blamed herself and that lead to another of her breakdowns.....which I got the blame for by others and which dear Fliss never told ANYONE about anything about it and she never talked to me about any of it.....

Dear God.....you know dearest Fliss and I are innocent, as are others, and all we have had is hell itself......with EVERY chance and attempt we ever try to help ourselves or to help others all exploding back into our faces and making us suffer still further.........

I have tried dear God. I REALLY have, not just now but all in my life. To be good and kind to all including dear animals whom I am more than kind to, but all I have had is utter shit for my 'reward' in this damned life. I depairs me to see others who don't give any damn about anyone or anything who get way ahead and they get everything they want and MORE and STILL carry on exactly as they are and have been even when called out upon it by others. I'm NOT talking about being me being selfish.

I have been poor all my life. And struggling. But honest, And forthgiving, And sharing, And loving. -- But ALL THAT MEANS NOTHING and has counted for nothing in this vicious cruel world.

It's POURING DOWN HARD with rain now outside. - I thought that might happen. - And so just earlier I took dear Sam & dear Max outside because they hadn't been outside for many hours. And I cleaned up all their ablutions. And I cleaned it all up and moved it out to the dog business septic pile by the tree so the tree can grow bigger from the stuff which it most certainly has. Dear Fliss and I (OURSELVES!) built that simple pile receptacle there just for that very reason. To be enviromentally responsible and for it to all to be cyclic, the tree gets bigger, gives some shade to this hovel of a house, is a place where wild birds and bees feed upon the gumnuts and rich flowers.........all benefical to everyone and everything. -- But it drops a tremendous amount now of gumnuts all over the place because the starving parrots madly chew up the gumnuts, not the entire gumnut, just enough to get at the seeds within them, then they drop all the remainders onto the ground, the yard, and the stret verge and the road.....which I have to clean up and which mightily gives me pain.......and it all makes the damned tree make even more gumnuts never ending, never stopping from having to be cleaned up, even if its wet and raining.....

And that is how my life is.........I have always done the best I can by others but they don't vare abou it me at all....and just like the birds I love, they just fly off and leave me here to die alone and not give a shit about me.......they WANT ME TO DIE..........

Very well.....I ALSO WANT TO DIE.......I WISH IT WAS RIGHT NOW AT IS VERY MOMENT.........

I have been abandoned by dearest Fliss, the one I protected and sacrificed so much for far more than she ever knew, and not even her parents knew.......

Just a year or so before I ever met dear Fliss, ON the very day I had been to to the far-off cemetary on the other side of Perth from here, I returned and found a poor abandoned magpie bird in my driveway rigt at my front gate and it was struggling because it could not survive or fly and had a sore wing and was being harrassed and attacked by other magpies.

I rushed to it and rescued it. And housed it in a litle cage and took that cage into this house so it could be safe and be warm and for it to grow older. I made special food for it, nourishing food a little magpie needs not garbage food, and it slowly grew stronger over many months. And I would sit with it in the warm living room and it was still wild but friendly with me. And it healed and grew older. I would go outside and take it in its cage outside and keep any damned cats away.

And other wild magpies would come down and feed from the grass next to it and give it company and it flopped about in the cage. And I would sit out there with them and give the poor magpie in the cage some of the grass seeds too as wel as teh other magpies. I could hand-feed them all they aere all so calm and tame and knew I was taking care of the poor litle growing magpie in the cage because we would come outside and do this everyday that we could. And would leave the cage out there safely for extended periods and kept a close eye on it all for saefty so it would get accustomed to all the other magpies and they to it.

And then came the day I took it outside, a sunny day, a clear day with no rain, and I made sure no cats were around to attack it. And I released it from the cage once its wing had got better.

Nobody taught me any of this. All this was innate gentle knowledge passed to me from my dear recently deceased mother, as was the love and gentleness to all animals and things and which I even rememeber thinking at the time that it felt strange that on the VERY DAY and just hours ago I had laid my dear mother to rest in the cemetary far away that her soul had momentarily come back to me her to reassure me as that poor dear injured magpie that I came across in my driveway as if Mum was trying to come back to me, for she too was injured in such a way.

Sorry I'm crying now.

For a few days I let the dear magpie out for longer periods out there until one day it felt strong enough and was able enough to take the wing and fly upwards into the heavens and join its fellow magpie who greeted it friendly and with enthusiasm and there might have been the very parents of teh magpie with them all. I do not know.

And for MONTHS afterwards that very magpie would arrive down here and toddle up to be hand fed by me and it would bring other magpies with it buit who were very wary and stayed away at a distance whilst I fed it until it was full and would fly up into the trees with them and or away.

Sorry I'm crying harder now.

Eventually the magpie never arrived back again. I have no idea what had happened. I left the feeds out for it but they were untouched.

I told dear Fliss all of this magpie story but she never quiet believed me I think. But it lead to us feeding all the wild doves arund here for many many years until we could no longer afford the birdseed any more and take care of our own damned forever destructive to us bills.

And daned feral cats, vicious killing cats were on the rise about this helhole. The magpie did NOT get killed by that, please assure yourself of that. Instead it flew off and became as part of all the other wild birds about this area. And for a very short afterwards I also hand-fed kookaburras and almost hand fed doves but they were always too scard to be aproached. - Those doves dear Fliss and I fed for MANY years in safety and they appreciated it all as well as thw water we provided them. - ASK DEAR FLISS ABOUT ALL OF THIS FOR PROOF.

Arghhhh! - THAT DAMNED LOUD ILLEGAL UNLICENSED MOTORCYCLE IS LOUDLY ALL AROUND AGAIN!

And once again it is ridden by an aboriginal kid who is too small to put his foot down and be on it at the same time and once AGAIN it was turned off but rolled into and has gone into the aboriginal criminal household in Kalara Way street across from fatguts criminal household and once AGAIN walking aborigials are walking up from Koongamia oval and going into there AGAIN.

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I WANT TO BE WITH YOU DEAR FLISS.

OR IF WE CANNOT HAVE THAT THEN I WANT TO BE WITH MY DEAR MUM.

I have to go now, poor Sam and poor Max want to be fed again soemthig I have roughly made for myself wich is unnoroushing.

And Robert is loudly whispering to himself again........

Dear God please let dear Fliss and I be together just as she promised me and us.

Or dear God, please let me be with my dear gentle mother again forever....the person who Fliss never quiet met, because dear Mum died before FLiss came here, but who Fliss quietly admired my dear Mum too.

I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you.