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w0rmdahl · 4 months

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the beginning — ilyily

film: i love you i love you (au)

synopsis: an overview of the complete first act of i love you i love you (2020), an arthurian inspired tale of free will and rebellion centered around a mischievous queen-to-be and the son of a knight.

word count: 5.2k

featuring: (oc) yuna min, (oc) samir devgan, (oc) king jin, (oc) sir kabir devgan, & more!

warnings: medieval time-y issues, physical violence (idk really)

a/n: hellooooo first piece posted to w0rmdahl :) here is something i wrote in one sitting immediately after finishing tgk <3 hope you enjoy!

samir hadn't always been the personally appointed bodyguard of the king's only child and expected queen to be. it came with work — taxing work the aforementioned princess yuna was never privy to. though, she never was privy to her fathers' ministrations; the old, wrinkled hands that pulled each and every string in the kingdom she called home.

sam and yuna's relationship started at the very beginning of their own lives. the son of the kings' knight was only a few months old when the princess was born, an unexpected pregnancy for the queen after having many unsuccessful attempts in the past who ultimately gave her own livelihood for that of the newborn baby girl. she was named after the mother she'd never meet and subsequently burdened with the shoes too big to fill for her father who still held the fond memories of his late wife. so, as little yuna began to grow too large for the kings' palm and too loud for his thinned patience, he'd wave her off without uttering a word at her thousandth question in the hour — too preoccupied in discussion with sir kabir devgan to hear her ask 'can i play outside?'

5-year-old yuna would hurry out of the room to then giggle to herself as she skipped down the dim and dank halls of the castle and out into the field behind the castle wall, stopping dead in her tracks as soon as she spotted him; a boy sitting patiently in the grass as he plucked dandelions. he had dark curly hair and mud covering his feet all the way to the knee, wide eyes flicking up to hers upon the sudden presence.

"hello." yuna would say with eyes squinting at the blinding the sun rays. she'd ask the unknown boy what his name was — what he was doing — if she could join him. shy young samir would introduce himself humbly to the princess just like his father taught him before inviting her in on his independent time outside in the sun. and here, in the large patch of tall grass just below the northern watchtower, the foundation for a strong and long-lasting friendship was forged by the small hands caked in mud and dirt — a detail that did not please the king once he found out.

yet, much to the annoyance to the 'great king jin', from that point it was only a matter of time before they grew into larger troublemakers. samir and yuna would always somehow find the time in their day to speak with one another at least once. sometimes samir would weasel his way into the castle to join her reading in the library, other times he'd lure her out of the stone walls to pick berries and admire her complexion in the warm light of the outside world. never in his wildest dreams would he ever lead her into danger, though — that was all her own doing. son of a knight, samir had always been instilled with the duty of protecting the royal family at any and all costs, meaning he was the one shirking away when she'd beckon him into certainly-dangerous adventures.

"come on!" yuna would chirp over her shoulder as she crawled with fingers full of the thick grass blades, boots sputtering past her skirt to dig into the dirt. samir's eyes once again surveyed their surroundings in search for anything looming around in wait for their naive arrival, gaze running along the hills and valleys as he nervously called back. "i don't know — what about the king?"

"what about the king?" she repeated back to him without faltering in her pace up the rising ground "you worry too much, sam. now come on or i'll have to tell him you hurt my feelings!"

sam, with the stressed brow that appeared far too often for just a 14-year-old, finally let out an exasperated chuckle at her playful antics and joined her in the tiring journey up this particularly steep hill. he found his way to the top with a groan and couldn't help the smile that donned on his face as she helped pull him up the crest with a hand on his arm, finally realizing just exactly why the princess had been so adamant about this adventure.

"wow..." he uttered as his wide doe eyes surveilled the vast valleys laid before them, the sunlight bathing everything it could touch over the various peaks that left dark shadows in the trees below. from their spot on top of this mound they could see the raging foxtrot river. "how'd you find this?"

yuna would finally turn to look at him, gaze promptly meeting hers the second he noticed. "promise you won't tell?" she always said this to him — always checking in as if to make sure he had her back even though he always answered the same way. at this point he couldn't tell if it was true distrust or consent to further the wedge between him and his loyalty to the king.

"i wouldn't dream of sharing your secrets."

a blush would dust her cheeks as she beamed and tucked a dark strand behind her ear. "one of the cooks said there was gold at the end of the foxtrot river. she said she'd seen it at the top of the hillcrest with one lone tree swaying above her head." now, with her nod gesturing behind him, samir noticed the peculiarly lone tree whose leaves danced with the gentle wind that fluttered through their hair. "i thought maybe we'd check it out."

there was a beat as sam watched the sunlight filter through the leaves, a push and pull tugging on the tender strings of his heart before he internally steeled himself enough to turn back to the exceedingly more precious treasure beside him. "your highness," he spoke hesitantly — carefully "you don't really think there's gold out there to find, do you?"

the restrained frown on her lips could've killed him right then and there if he would succumb. but then again, she still needed to walk back to the castle after this.

"i think there's adventure out there. i think there's something else...something other than this."

sam would always find himself mulling over their conversations on his lone walk home. she had a habit of leaving him things to think on; great adventures to be had or the possibility of different lifetimes. for a princess yuna was so strangely drawn to something other than nobility, so wholly unattached from her royal bloodline that had famously held reign of the largest kingdom in the region for the last century. he'd hoped that maybe she'd come around to the idea of royal duties later, maybe she'd grow big enough to fit into her mothers' shoes, grow into the fully blossomed leader she could be. but, after a particularly stormy night when a heavy knock came to the devgans front door, it grew more apparent how far the princess was willing to go in order to avoid the looming title of queen.

samir found himself braving the storm alongside his father as they covered opposite directions in search for the lost princess. the angry winds whistled through the walls of the kingdom as the cold rain brutally pelted his cheeks in his seat on horseback, fingers numbing while he clutched the reins. sam followed along the foxtrot river calling out her name until his voice grew raspy and took in as much as he could visually whenever the lightning would strike and light up the dark sky for just a second, illuminating the virtually pitch-black wood he ventured into. it wasn't until an exceptionally bright strike allowed him to properly survey the surrounding wood and notice the shivering figure against a tree trunk that samir spotted yuna.

"your highness!"

the familiar albeit hoarse voice cutting through the howling winds brought the princess's face from her soaked knees, arms still wrapped around her legs to pull them close to her chest as her wet eyes found the boy hurrying off his horse and to her side. reins hooked around his arm so it hung near his shoulder, sam cupped her frigid cheeks in his similarly frozen palm, noting how she leaned into his hand.

"why are you out here? the king's worried sick!"

yuna's glossy gaze now made sense as they welled with tears, a deep crease forming between her eyebrows as her typical smile-ridden lips pulled into a pained grimace. "he's going to sell me off, sam." her voice was relatively quieter than his although she still had to project over the harsh white noise, "he said he's made a deal with king pyre of the east. i'll see out tomorrow and then...it's over, samir."

sam rode back to the castle with his own hand on top of hers belted around his waist, fingers intwining as he roped her arm around his shoulders to aid her inside, the rough and calloused skin only leaving her starkly delicate and clean hands once he began to start the fire in the dining hall. he'd spend the rest of the night by her side as he warmed her up (as well as himself, though he'd never admit it) and as they waited on the king or sir devgans arrival samir would wear himself thin reassuring her that everything would turn out all right in the end. everything would be okay because he said so. and when he saw the flash of disbelief in her eyes sam would pull out an old trick up his sleeve he'd never used before — one he'd never thought would see the light of day. until now.

"your highness...if i may be honest...when i count my blessings at night, i count you twice. for as long as i shall live, you will exist as someone loved wholly and entirely. show me your thorns and i will show you my hands, ready to bleed. and if you must die i'll envy even the earth that surrounds your body. for as long as i shall live, you will live within me."

this improper confession left a soft smile on the princess's face tainted by the tear stains running down her cheeks, her gaze scrutinizing his features under a microscope to look for supposed feigning for only a fraction of a second before softening upon finding nothing but pure unadulterated vulnerability and sincerity. from her spot beside him on the floor yuna would scoot closer and loop her arm in his to rest her head on his shoulder, his curls tickling the crown of her head. he was lucky she couldn't hear the pounding heart in his chest over the combination of sounds swirling around them, nor the thick gulp bobbing his adams apple as he swallowed back the fuzzy feeling bubbling under the surface. samir would statue in this spot even after she fell asleep and his back started to ache in the now uncomfortable position, all to lap up the final days he'd get to spend with the celebrated princess.

and then, by the grace of god, the dreadful day came for princess yuna min of elora to meet prince asa enoch of hidora — only for him not to show. samir, who made sure to loom around the princess all day, watched as the sun began to fall in tandem with the mask of patience on the kings' face, the moonlight illuminating the identical furrowed brow both royals shared. king jin went to bed that night uttering curses and arguments to himself as he went to his chambers for the night, heard only by samir who made sure to sneak into yuna's after the coast was clear.

samir nearly got himself caught the moment he stepped into her chambers with the laugh that emitted from his chest at the wide and wild-eyed grin on her face. he knew her well enough to know that, while the king's angry brow had been a result of flakey business deals, yuna's annoyance was merely due to the subjection of sitting still for an entire day. she couldn't have been more thrilled that the prince didn't show. the almost childlike-giddy pair would spend the night talking in circles about what could've happened that day, their theories about why the 'illustrious' prince asa didn't show, and samir would reluctantly have to pry himself out of her room so as to not get caught in the princess's chambers. he went to bed with half the mind that prince asa would arrive the following morning and sweep the king off his feet, maybe even sweep yuna off her feet. but then the following morning arrived with the king up and ready at the top of the day...and then midday...and then night. it wasn't until the fifth night past their scheduled meeting that a letter arrived signed by king pyre, father to asa — well — father to the late asa.

as explained within this letter, prince asa and all of the men accompanying him were tragically killed in a passing storm in the area. he'd sent more men out to find his missing son after not receiving a letter with updates and "found bodies scattered in the woods." so, with a heavy heart and a heavy hand king jin signed his goodbyes to pyre and subsequently whatever business deal it was that was great enough to rid of his one and only child. however, sam and yuna's relationship would not come out unscathed. in fact, this is when things really began to change.

in a meeting set up by the king, samir was offered a 'chance at the opportunity' to personally watch over yuna, though it came with a few conditions. while this would be proving his worth both to his father and the king as a potential knight of elora as well as appointing him in the princess's presence at most (if not all) times, the cons laid out by the king really painted a troubling picture. he would begin this apprenticeship under the guidance of his father, sir kabir, until he was satisfied with his sons' skills. this was the first troubling thing that caught his attention, and then king jin went on.

after completing the physical training samir would then present himself before the king for a fortnight in place of his father as the prestigious 'king's knight.' once and only once the fortnight had been completed, and if king jin was satisfied with samir's performance by the end of it, would he be granted the permission to claim the title of 'the princess of elora's personally appointed guard.'

and then, once he claimed his title, samir would have daily check-ins with the king to reveal all of what she'd spoken about that day. the king said he "wanted every minute detail down to the gory bits." failure to produce a 'satisfying' dialogue or withholding information would be considered as disloyalty to the king and result in the subsequent removal of this role.

"do you understand the guidelines i've laid out before you?"

samir gulped. "yes."

"do you agree meet the challenge according to my terms?"

the starkly smaller boy blinked up at the grizzly man before him, his signet ring twinkling in his big brown eyes. "yes."

samir began training the very next day. his father worked him to the bone from the moment the sun rose until the sky became pink and orange, signaling that it was time to head home and rest up. he went to bed nightly with aching muscles tender to the touch and yet there was still a smile lingering on his lips, his chest humming with who he was doing all this for. her name circled around his mind like the tumbling rocks kicked on his morning walk to the field he trained, and like the dust clouds that flittered through the air when he hit the dirt, her name settled on his tongue in the dim silence of his room. quietly, to no one but himself, samir would whisper the prized name that predated the princess's birth, the name uttered only by those worthy of such intimacies with her.

"yuna."

it took a full 2 months and then some before kabir gave his approval to the king. he told his now broader son the same night over dinner, stoically and subdued as he stated he "was shocked by sam's drive to improve and ability to do so quickly." samir had pride swelling in his chest from his father's words as he then adorned his fathers' role beside the king. he went into his first day optimistic and honestly a little cocky thinking that this so-called duty would be more or less standing around all day. he soon found out that this was in fact not the case, and when he wasn't patrolling the forest for bandits or accompanying the king in a leisurely but protected stroll samir was subjected to the crushing weight of overhearing what was going on in the other kingdoms.

by the end of the first week samir had learned about the looming attack expected from luneberg whose leader believed they owned all of the land west of the kublai river. by the beginning of the second week he had been formally prepared to protect the king and his kingdom whenever the 'lunes' arrived. and by wednesday this fateful day arrived.

snow had begun to fall when the first man in the guard tower called out "lunes!" sam stood by the king with restrained heaving breaths as he waited for instruction, waiting to be told to find yuna or venture out to the drawbridge where he could stop by her room. but before any instructions could be given lune soldiers stormed into the halls from around the back, hidden from the original watchtower that had alerted the kingdom. samir had no choice but to step forth and protect the king; lead him to safety and out of the violent corridors being stained with blood, urged on simply by the drive to locate yuna. only when he was able to finally hand the role of 'kings knight' back to his father did sam have the opportunity to turn back to the castle and brave the horrors occurring inside despite the calls of his name from behind his back. he'd gone specifically against the kings' orders to find yuna, sword drawn as he dodged in and out of every room hidden within the stone walls. he'd slain only a few unfortunate lunes before coming across the field hidden under the northern watchtower; the field they'd claimed as their own all those years ago.

almost hidden in the tall grass filling with snowflakes sat a man fighting to hold down the arms that emerged from the blades, nails digging into his throat to keep him as far away as possible. over the roaring cries of chaos that boomed from each and every corner in the kingdom samir could recognize the yelps and yowls of resistance as belonging to the one and only yuna. he wasted no time in plunging his blade through the back and out the chest of the beast assaulting the princess, using this lead to push him off of her and offer a hand out to the panting girl in the grass. upon finding her footing samir noticed the bruises that littered the soft skin on the side of yuna's face casting purple shadows below her eye and along her cheekbone.

"your highness..." was all he could say through panicked breaths, big brown eyes wet and wide as his delicate blood-stained fingers moved to almost touch the unfamiliar looking flesh. yuna would catch his hand to fully press her cheek into his palm and inadvertently leave crimson fingerprints on the angle of her jaw. this tender reencounter after far too long of not seeing each other would then be rudely interrupted by the heavy footsteps that echoed off the halls toward them, far too loud and fervent for just one man. it sounded like an entire brigade headed their way, and as samir stopped to analyze what he needed to do, there was a firm tug on his hand in her direction.

"come on, they won't catch us in the woods."

samir turned with the panicked shake of his head. "we'll die out there."

she pulled him again. "you'll die if we don't." the thunderous footsteps grew louder as he allowed her to pull him a step closer before then pulling her towards himself by their intwined fingers.

"it's snowing, princess, we'll freeze."

"not if we're together." her answer was immediate.

"i can't protect you from the elements, your highness."

yuna now squeezed his hand tight as the lune brigade loomed just around the corner. "i ask not for refuge in the cold but instead your company and protection from man. can you do that for me, samir?"

the towering boy above would stare back into her pleading eyes sparkling brighter than any of the stars in the sky and find his resolve within them, taking only a second longer to finally make his decision. by the time the luneberg soldiers made their way into the tall grass they only caught a glimpse of the princess's stark blue skirt before she disappeared into the white snow dusting the vast wood. with nothing but footprints in the snow leaving a discernable path to follow for as long as they moved quickly, the lunes chose to take their chances in the storm rather than return home with empty hands, unbeknownst to their fate located within.

samir and yuna would embark on a three day journey before finally returning to elora shivering and covered in filth. king jin sat them in front of the fire and filled their bellies while interrogating them about what happened — where they had gone and what they had been through. yet, neither had much to say, though it seemed obvious by the glint in their eyes that something had occurred within the woods. jin eventually gave up on trying to pry information from them and ushered his daughter to rest with plans to visit the apothecary the following day. yuna said her goodnight to the men before exiting the dining hall, leaving samir alone with the king who turned slowly, his usual furrowed brow forming in the light from the fire.

"you're late, samir. the fortnight was yesterday — training completed yesterday."

"my apologies, your majesty —"

king jin interrupted him. "i mulled over my decision whilst grieving my child. i was certain she'd been lost; to the wood or the snow or the lunes — i was certain i'd lost my only kin. i prepared to meet her again alongside her mother. and yet here you are now — shivering without a cape because you forgot to ask for it back..." jin trailed off with a mouthful of condescension growing the smile that curled his lips, looking like he was almost going to laugh before pulling his eyes from the flames to look at the anxious boy before him.

"you disobeyed direct orders, abandoned your duty, lead my daughter into the elements, and didn't return for three days."

samir's cheeks flamed red with shame as his eyes fought to disconnect from the icy glare produced by the king, yet he remained still, braving his reprimanding. "yes, your majesty..."

"but, on top of it all," the king took a breath and relaxed in his seat "yuna is home. you brought the princess back home safe and warmer than yourself."

his demeanor was suddenly so relaxed and — dare he presume — grateful. samir sat expectantly, listening with his full attention for king jin to get to what he was saying. what he meant.

"you may not have proved worthy as the king's knight, samir, but you have certainly proved yourself worthy as the princess's guard."

samir went home that night with an ear-to-ear grin as he reunited with his father. he laid in bed exhausted and yet entirely too excited for the days that would follow. the ceremony that would take place to grant him his knighthood, the endless hours that would be spent beside the beloved princess, the memories to be created with the beloved princess.

and his giddy anticipation would turn out to be quite a founded reaction; samir's knighting ceremony would be marked by the kiss pressed to his cheek as he said goodnight to the princess, the following days filled with the song of her laugh and the monumental view of her smile, cheeks flushed by the sun as they picked flowers or sat under the old willow tree. he'd appease her wild imagination and accompany her on horseback to pick apples in the very wood that granted him this opportunity only to stop by the kings chambers every night and go over all they'd done that day. he typically omitted some details, of course, but it didn't change the fact that his relationship with the princess was so heavily monitored nor did it ease the ache he felt as a result of the secrecy and inauthenticity feigned towards her. after so long of true friendship and trust built...

the straw that broke the camels back wouldn't come until the fateful days following princess yuna's 19th birthday.

king jin had grown noticeably grayer by this point, reminding both himself and the entire kingdom of his eventual end of reign, leading all of the watchful and anxious eyes to fall to the queen-to-be. he began implementing formal preparations the year prior, personally instructing her on the various different duties rulers have and the rules they abide by, all the while yuna pulled every card in the book to shirk her hereditary duties. samir had watched silently nearby as the kings patience grew thinner and thinner over the span of the year, paling in comparison to the growing resentment the pair harbored for one another until finally it could no longer be contained.

samir had returned from getting a breath of fresh air away from the bickering royals when he heard the kings booming voice echoing off the stone walls. he stopped with his back pressed to the wall to listen.

"you've always wished to be rid of me! father, i have been burdened by the blood on my hands! i stole her life as well as her name and it has tainted me in your eyes since the first breath!" yuna's voice was shaky and pitiful as if she was fighting tears.

"your impurities lie in your heart, not your name! you have been corrupted by your immature imagination ever since you were born!"

"why? because i dream of something more? something other than a lifetime of losing myself for others? because i want to be more than just a woman? because —"

the princess was cut off by a sharp, deafening smack that even made samir flinch from his place against the cool stone. the kings' voice had gone quiet now, only audible due to the unassuming manner in which sam entered.

"because you are just like your mother."

yuna sat on her knees with her hand on her cheek, wet, venomous eyes craned up at the man bent before her even after he noticed samir.

"escort her to her chambers, samir. she needs rest."

he'd do so promptly with a hand placed gingerly on her back, internally seething at the burning red skin on her cheek that lied below the laceration from jin's signet ring, swaying him further into her fantasies even before she told him "i'm leaving tomorrow night. come with me." he originally denied her preposterous idea before appeasing her with the promise of 'thinking about it' as he left her chambers to return to the kings' with a lump in his throat, tongue bitten between his teeth. though, sam wouldn't alert the king until the following evening — the final day of elora.

the following morning began with sam attending to yuna's cheek. his father had taught him plenty of remedies for injuries far less severe than this one, even ways to rid the healed skin of scarring later, the whole time being persuaded into joining her pursuit of a new life. he always managed to find new reasons not to abandon elora, more reasons why it was an awful idea to venture into the unknown in search of something 'better.' but as the sun made its way around the sky it grew more apparent how certain she was about her decision, and by the time she clarified she'd "leave with or without him" samir realized he had to do something.

with great pain he brought himself before the king just as the sun began to set and revealed the awful truth of what yuna was planning; how she said she'd steal a horse and ride as far as she could away from elora until she had to figure something else out. he didn't realize his fatal mistake until the king clarified on when this information had been made apparent.

"last night, your majesty."

"and you didn't think to mention this then?"

"...your maj—"

"what else have you 'forgotten' to mention, samir?"

"n-nothing, your—"

king jin didn't even let him finish before throwing him in the dungeon, alone and sewer-level as temporary punishment for his disloyalty. "i'll deal with you later" the king would say before leaving the boy to his solitude in search for his scheming kin. samir spent this time — only a couple hours, really — imagining the anguish on yuna's face as he was hanged in the square, martyred as the face of treachery in elora. he clutched at his heart when he realized the life that she'd be sentenced to and for the first time openly let the tears run down his face, sobbing pleads of forgiveness to no one but himself in the dark cell.

and then — like a knight in shining armor, a light in the darkness — yuna crept down the dungeon steps, a crowbar in hand as she whispered to call out for him.

"prin—yuna!" he'd call back. samir was already apologizing the second she found him, grabbing for her hands despite her efforts to lodge the crowbar between the bars until she finally took his hand.

"prove your sincerity by leaving with me. tonight. i'll get you out of here and then we'll leave and never return to elora again. can you do that for me, sammy?"

sammy; the greatest accolade to come from their voyage through the snow. well — second greatest — behind that of the privilege to call her informally. yuna.

"yes."

yuna used all her weight to finally bust the cell open, slamming herself into it until the rusted metal succumbed to the force. sam would pull her into a tight embrace against his chest before the fated duo would run hand in hand out of the kingdom and onto the path of a new life; one with only one constant in the form of the others' company.

#dev patel imagine #dev patel fanfic #dev patel x reader #dev patel #oc #oc creation #[ samir ]#samir ✶ yuna #i love you i love you #i love you i love you (2020)#ilyily

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cass-ass · 2 years

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i am so happy i became a massage therapist. I love it.

i don't think i'd have been able to recover from autistic burnout otherwise. I also didn't even know I was autistic until a year and a half into the field, massage as a career actually helped me figure it out cause it helped me calm down and be able to take care of my needs.

like this job was basically made for autistic people who are touch friendly:

have dim lights constantly

soothing music- I can also choose my own music in the room I work in

everyone is quiet and talking is soft (usually)

I can wear whatever I want to work, but the more comfy the better. Generally I wear tshirts and nice lounge pants. Some of my coworkers wear yoga pants, or bright hippie-like pants.

I have to talk to at most 2 clients in an hour, at best 1 every 2 hours

I work half as much as other people (I work 20 hours a week, up to 29 if I need extra money, but I have to do that sparsely or else my body hurts too much)

I make 60% of the massage cost + tip so I can afford to work that 20hrs a week and still pay bills and buy some things that I want. The cost is the amount of time plus 10. so $70 for an hour, I earn $42, people usually tip between $10-20 so I make $52-62 an hour.

15 minutes between each massage where I am able to be alone and just clean the room I was using. I am able to calm down any sensory issues in this time. (I am not paid for this time, as I earn commission from the massages so I get about 16 actual paid hours per week)

tactile work where my hands are constantly busy and my sensory sensitivity actually comes in handy

pattern recognition helps me figure out how to help specific pain patterns

able to stand or sit whenever I need to. I can even kneel while I work. some massage techniques you do just from sitting and kneeling on the floor, such as Thai massage

the people that do talk to me during the massage generally tend to be neurodivergent. I get a lot of infodumps about interesting things and it can be pretty fun

the people I work with tend to be neurodivergent as well, usually undiagnosed older neurodivergent people, but one of my coworkers is just a year older than me and has autism and adhd too. We just kinda flock to the career cause it's comfy.

if I feel uncomfortable with someone I can reject them as a client. it's about safety and comfort for the therapist and the client. so if someone says anything homophobic or transphobic I can walk out and reject them immediately or I can stay quiet, get money for the work I have done and then reject them for future appointments.

I can also reject people who don't respect my time, such as people who don't show up for appointments or people who constantly show up 10+ minutes late and expect to get their full time. This can make me have a meltdown, and so I cut them out of my schedule if they want to walk all over it.

There are clear boundaries and rules that are outlined for the field. we have to take ethics classes every 2 years while in the field so everyone is on the same page about these rules.

school was 7 months for full time and could be done in a year and a half for a part time student. It was short enough that even as a college dropout, it wasn't daunting. And grades kinda mattered, but not to a point where I stressed myself out about things like I did with college. and a lot of grades were just based on participation and how well we could follow a physical massage routine that we learned.

and one of the best things:

I can work barefoot and no one cares.

#autism #autistic #massage #massage therapy #lmt #licensed massage therapist #my post #mine #personal #autistic jobs

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bluestar22x · 20 days

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Finding Eden: Chapter 4

Summary: You and Zach get closer and you both face the threat of a member of Canada's wildlife

Pairing: Zach Wellison x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Fowl language

Word Count: 2,500(ish)

Author's Note: Not much to say here except I hope you enjoy this update :)

xxx

The passage of time was different for you since the war. When western modern society was still intact time had ruled your life. You'd always been a planner, had a literal planner notebook you toted around with you wherever you went, and you had everything written down in it from your next doctor's appointment, to when you were going to visit your family, and even what you were going to do at work that morning - in full detail.

You did it because you'd wanted to use every minute of your life wisely, to maximize what you could get out of the day before you were forced to sleep again. It didn't matter if it was for work or fun, only that you were checking off your list.

Those days either went by in a blink of an eye or agonizingly slow, there was no in between.

Out in the wilderness with Zach, it was different. It was like time had struck a perfect balance, no day too short or too long. It just was.

The more days that passed by, the more you liked it - being ruled by daylight, instead of the minute hand on a clock.

You were getting used to the bitter weather as winter approached; getting used to rising with the sun and walking until the sun set. You were even getting used to having to find food and water, whether gifted them by the nature around you or scavenging abandoned homes and campsites scattered throughout the forest.

Even with the uncertainty involved, the risk of running into a violent group, of going hungry, of getting hurt badly without having the means to treat yourself.

There was no more pressure to maximize your days, only to survive. It was basic, and it left plenty of time for you to just...be. To be, and to put one foot in front of the other.

The simplicity of it all was...freeing.

But with freedom, there is always a cost.

"Looking good," you noted, thumb brushing over the raised circular pink scar on Zach's left shoulder, the remnant of the gunshot wound he'd obtained a little over a month ago.

"Thanks," he said proudly, and you rolled your eyes, throwing his tan sweater at his bared chest.

A month ago seeing Zach without a shirt on had nearly stopped your heart every time, but you'd grown used to it and his little quips since then, since you'd had to clean his wound and later examine it on the daily. It was clear he didn't see you the same way you saw him, and though it stung a little, you got used to that too. He was a good friend, and good company. That was enough, you told yourself.

"Any pain left in it?"

Zach pulled the sweater over his head and mulled over his answer. "Not really. It gets sore if I use it too much, but for the most part it's alright. It healed faster than I expected, really. Once had a buddy whose bullet wound took three months to heal and even then it still hurt him on rainy days."

"Nothing is one hundred percent after healing," you said, backing away from him to sit by the fire in the center of the campsite you'd made together. You warmed your hands as close to the flames as you dared. "Think that grouse meat is ready?"

Zach knelt by the fire and used a stick to dig up the roughly sliced pieces of meat he'd wrapped up in leaves to cook under the hot ashes. He carefully unraveled the bird meat and examined it. "Looks cooked to me," he replied with a shrug.

"Well, I love you confidence," you told him sarcastically, but you gladly took the handful of meat he passed over to you.

It wasn't every day you got to eat anything that tasted even remotely close to chicken. You and Zach inhaled it in less than a couple minutes.

You were stuffed by the time you ran out of grouse to eat, and a quiet burp slipped out of you without warning. You clamped your hands over your mouth, dismayed by your traitorous body, but Zach just guffawed at your reaction.

"No need to hold back for me," he assured you. "My unit was not shy around me. Besides, you've definitely smelled what comes out of my ass in that little tent."

You startled giggling because you had, and his farts weren't pleasant at all. "Athena's are worst though," you offered.

He grinned. "That's for damn sure. That dog is a lethal weapon on both ends."

Athena, who was chomping down contently on the parts of the grouse you and Zach refused to eat while lying down by the tent, flicked her ears in your direction to focus on your voices as if she'd picked up on the deprecating conversation you'd been having about her and you guffawed. You didn't care what you looked like, gasping for air as tears stung your eyes.

It was a silly, stupid thing, and laughing over it felt immature, but it also felt good. You couldn't remember the last time you'd had a moment like this. The world was too gloomy for laughter. But in the forest it was easier to forget.

You were so lost in yourself you didn't catch Zach watching you, eyes lively, spirits up because yours was.

"Let's take a half hour to digest then head out again," he decided after you'd calmed down.

You nodded as you pressed a hand to your overfilled belly. "I agree with that plan."

You closed your eyes with the intention of just resting them, but Zach ended up waking you when it was time to go.

Late autumn nights in Los Angeles had been chilly, but the same nights in northwest Canada were on a whole other level.

Zach had never lived anywhere that saw snow in the winter, but he could feel it coming as they entered mid November.

He had a few warm items in his pack he could wear in layers to keep the bite of the cold at bay, but you only had a thin sweater. Athena helped keep you warm at night for a time, but eventually even the combination of her and your sleeping bag weren't enough.

He woke up in the middle of the night to the howl of freezing wind and could hear your teeth clacking together as you shivered.

Instinct had him reaching out, wanting to help you, warm you up however he could, but he stopped himself before he could lay a hand on you.

He reminded himself internally that although it was sometimes easy to forget, you were not his to touch unsolicited. You'd known him for only a month and some change, and you hadn't expressed interest in being anything else but his companion on this journey, a friend.

There were times when he caught you watching him when he wasn't supposed to be looking at you that made him wonder if you might feel something more for him, like he did you, an attraction that grew stronger every day, but he was concerned that it might be in his head.

He didn't want to make things awkward between you both if you didn't share his feelings. You were at least a few months away from Eden, longer still if you found a place to hole up during the winter season.

He was also afraid you'd leave after he revealed his feelings, not wanting to share an enclosed space with him knowing his desire to help you was no longer just from gallant intentions - because as pretty as he'd found you when he first saw you, it wasn't until he got to know you that he truly started to wish for more.

As difficult it was getting to try to ignore his yearning for you, it was harder still to bare the thought of being alone again with the possibility of not seeing you ever again, not knowing what became of you.

"We're going to need to find you some more winter clothes as soon as possible," Zach said as he rolled onto his side to face you.

You nodded, a shudder going through you at the same time. "Can't...wait."

"Til then, take my jacket," he suggested, already sitting up in his sleeping bag to start shrugging it off.

You shook your head. "You'll freeze."

"Better me than you," he argued. "Not my first time. I'll live."

"Can you just...hold me instead?" you suggested and he did a double take that made you direct your gaze away from him. "It would be...a better way to keep hypothermia at bay."

Zach recovered quickly, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. "Of course. I've used that tactic before."

"You have?"

He blushed, that particular memory one of his more embarrassing ones, however necessary it had been at the time. "That's a story for another day. Here."

Heart quickening in his chest, he gently guided you with his hands to turn over away from him and he molded his body to your back, caging you in his arms. Athena, who had been lying on your legs, resettled in the new empty spot in front of you.

It made all the difference, he could tell. You stopped shivering almost immediately as the heat that he tended to radiate seeped into you, and it wasn't long before your breathing evened out.

It was a while yet before Zach himself could fall asleep, in part because he hadn't wanted to.

You'd felt too right in his arms.

Collecting a few long sleeved shirts and a winter jacket from an abandoned lake house was supposed to be the most anxiety inducing part of the following day, but out in the Canadian wilderness the dangers were endless.

You'd thought it would be a bear or wolves though; you hadn't expected to maneuver around a thick patch of spruce trees and find yourself facing one thousand pounds of bull moose.

Neither you or the dark brown monster truck on stilts had seen a glimpse of each other until you were eight feet apart.

"Shit," you heard Zach say under his breath from just behind you, having also just turned the same bend.

You heard Athena start growling and he hushed her. "Athena, rustig!"

Though she went silent immediately after he gave the command, it was too late. The moose was bowing his head, ears pinned back, and stomping the ground with his right front hoof.

During your childhood you'd gone through a phase where you were obsessed with animal facts. Particularly facts about mammalian species. You'd watched every animal show you had time for, subscribed to an animal fact heavy magazine, and played Zoo Tycoon until you were a master. You remembered learning about this type of behavior. It wasn't far off from a fighting bull trying to warn a matador away.

Like bovine bulls in the fighting ring, this moose didn't give warning for long. He wasn't happy you were in his space, especially with a dog nearby. It wasn't rutting season anymore, so in theory he should've been less prone to attack, but he didn't care. In his mind you and your company were a threat.

In a matter of seconds the moose was charging you, flailing its front hooves out at you in hopes of hitting you, his mark.

You barely managed to dodge his built in weapons, feeling the breeze from his flying feet as you ducked away.

You bolted, Zach and Athena right there beside you, and the moose followed at a pace that would allow him to catch up in no time. You had to think fast. How could you put distance between you and the massive beast when you weren't fast enough to do it?

Tree. You found one you could climb and jumped onto it, scrambling up over the limbs to perch on a branch out of reach of the creature. Zach did the same, yelling "Gaan" to Athena who was circling the tree anxiously.

The bull moose lowered his head, his imposing rack of antlers low to the ground as he aimed to butt Athena with them, but she narrowly avoided him. He grunted, as if annoyed, and tried again, but the dog jumped aside and nipped him on his back heels instead.

"Athena, no!" you shouted. "Get out of here!"

Zach raised his rifle and fired at the ground next to the bull's hindquarters, and the loud noise was enough to snap the moose out of his rage, to send him barreling away through the brush.

Athena barked after him in triumph while you and Zach slumped against the trunk of the tree in relief.

"I'm surprised you didn't shoot it," you told him, still panting.

"Our mistake," he said between gasps, "No use shooting him for it unless necessary. We've got enough food and nowhere to store the meat."

"Aw, didn't know you were soft for the local wildlife," you teased.

He shrugged. "Not really. It's not soft to not like wasting anything."

You grinned cause you knew that wasn't the truth. The truth was that Zach had a soft spot for animals that was as big as yours. "Sure, whatever you say."

You started carefully making your way back down the tree and he did the same.

Your legs felt weak when you landed on the ground, knees almost giving on impact. Your hands were shaking too, a sure sign you were coming down from the adrenaline that had been coursing through your veins as you'd run from the moose.

You walked over to Athena and patted her head while you examined her body. "Don't think she got nailed by his hooves. Didn't see it happen at least."

"Yeah, I didn't either," Zach confirmed. "She was lucky though. Don't know what got into her head for her to nip that damn bull."

"She's a military dog, but she's a dog all the same," you pointed out. "Instincts are a bitch sometimes."

He nodded. "We'd better get moving just in case he circles back."

"He's a moose, he won't circle back," you said with a dismissive wave. "Unless they've got rabies, which he didn't appear to have, he's gonna stay away. We just surprised him."

Zach huffed. "Yeah, well, I'd still rather not hang out around."

You could understand the sentiment. Having a terrifying experience in a certain spot tended to make you uneasy in said spot, no matter if the threat was gone or not. "Agreed."

Zach patted his thigh and Athena obediently went to him as you continued to hike north.

Eventually your nerves would calm down, dull as you gained distance from the moose, but you'd learned a valuable lesson.

Although the forest was safer than the cities, it was not without formidable dangers, whether they be weather or animal. It was not some distant threat as you'd been lulled into believing. As long as you were in this wilderness, you had to be alert.

Because odds were next time it wouldn't be a herbivore.

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Dutch to English Translation:

rustig = quiet

gaan = go

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Tagged: @morallyinept @harriedandharassed @love-affair-with-fandoms @captain-jebi

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apomaro-mellow · 8 months

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alright, i'm going to go ahead and made a rant post about this car situation just so i can get it out and put it to bed. I don't mind if yall wanna comment or whatever but after this I'm just done.

So we need to go back almost a year. My car at the time seemed to be on its last legs. There was a repair it needed that was going to cost like $1200 and I had already paid close to that amount just a few months prior for another repair. I didn't want to pay that again but was willing to save up until it was suggested that I start looking for another car.

I will give my dad props for this one and only thing. He held my hand during this process bc it was my first time. Every other car I had, had been gifted by my grandparents. This was my first time shopping for one. Now it gets interesting bc instead of just getting rid of my old car, my grandparents were going to foot the $1200 bill anyway so that my brother could get it.

I felt iffy about that situation but figured it was for the best since I'd be getting a vehicle with no problems. The problem came about when he decided to drive it around and rack up tickets while MY name was still on the title (this cause my insurance premium to shoot thru the roof but thankfully i got it fixed). I literally had to escort my brother to the DMV to sort out all the paperwork and even THEN he took forever to actually change the plates so I was STILL getting tickets on my record and I had to be the one to go and take what were still my license plates off the car.

This could have potentially been an asshole move, bc I had no idea where his new plates were, but that's not my responsibility. Lucky for him, the new plates were where? In the car, bc he never did anything with them after our DMV appointment. This all occurred in summer/fall 2023.

Then in December, he starts having problems with that car. It even stops on him a couple of times. There is talks of him getting another one. Just like me, all of his (many) previous cars were gifts from our grandparents. I should have probably said earlier but these are all USED cars. We're not getting brand new ones, but still, good condition that we've never had to pay a cent for.

It's also worth mentioning that in the like....six months my brother has had my old car he got hundreds of dollars worth of tickets. Not a single one he paid on his own. Either I took care of it bc they were in my name and he's literally gone to court for not paying, or my dad has paid. But I feel like I'm digressing.

About last week, he curses out my mom because she asks him to *checks notes* receive his infant child when his baby mama drops her off. Apparently that was disagreeable and he cursed her out on the phone, then later to her face when she got home. The part that stuck out in his rant to me was that no one in our family had ever done anything for him. I think just from what I've stated above, it's pretty obvious to see that's false.

So whyyyyyyy

Why why why

After that breakdown, my dad and grandparents thought "Let's just give him another car"?

It is exhausting to see the same thing happen again and again. But this time kind of burned me bad because he got the exact same car that I have. The one I had to shop for. The one I had to visit sellers for. The one I am currently on the hook for a $10,000 loan with like 15% interest. My mother told me this was the case but I didn't actually see the car until this morning.

Here's where I give my dad the benefit of the doubt a single time: It's a common car, dealers have a ton of them, it's probably still an attractive price range. And that's the end of it.

But what I see, is that I can do everything I was told to do: do well in school, get a degree, get a job, start building my career. And it gets me virtually the same as if I did none of those things and on top of it disrespected my parents to their faces.

Like really, why am I working so hard? If doing what I do gets me the same as a foul mouthed, lazy ass, ungrateful son who's shackin up with the most frustrating baby mama in the world then what the hell is this all for anyway?

#personal #home life #it's quite a bit #fun fact!#the baby mama is a bitch #who has gotten into a fist fight with both me and my mom :)#and my brother had the audacity to get mad #i need #to get out #of this house #just in case we're keeping score #im on my 3rd car the first 2 were three #my brother has probably had at least 2x and many and has never paid for any of them

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omnic · 2 months

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oh yeah forgot to give a little Health Update

regarding the specialist that my GP suggested i go see, on their website they say they try to see everyone in my kinda circumstance within 1-2 weeks. it felt promising!!! when i reached out like, two weeks ago, to secure to appointment. they told me the earliest they could see me was early-mid december because they were at capacity. tbh i felt VERY deflated. also their prices made me feel a bit Scared, because they're a private practice and have little to no medicare support, which means if you don't have private health insurance everything sucks. i even contemplated getting private health insurance just so i could potentially minimise the cost, but every single private health insurance i looked into had the same criteria:

pre-existing medical conditions require a 12 month wait before anything pertaining to them can be covered. even if you haven't gotten the actual Diagnosis, if you've had symptoms for up to 6 months prior, it counts.

i'll be honest y'all i don't think i have 12 months to spare LMAO

i accepted the dec. appointment mostly so i could have it in my back pocket but i've been looking at other specialist centres and it's been. very stressful and disheartening. in the end i've found somewhere that accepts medicare and has appointments prior to october, though it's a bit of a distance from where i am now. but it's the most promising one, time and money wise, that i've come across.

i'm gonna have to see my GP tomorrow though because i've been in on-and-off agony for the past four days. my left ovary feels like it's intent on murdering me. i did my shift at work today despite the pain and toughed through it because i Need that money. rip sorry customers as i literally hobbled my ass around the cafe delivering drinks and food

#oddity.txt #please ovary.... i don't need more medical issues #yeah i know you are considered medically “bulky” bc ur so full of cysts but please #don't you even THINK of being twisted!!#yeah i know having heavy ovaries with PCOS means ur a higher likelihood of getting ovarian torsion BUT !!!!!#bad ovary!! BAD

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vizthedatum · 1 year

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I know I can knock out all my work tasks today. Intellectually, I KNOW. I am getting stronger every day.

But I just put in a request to get disability services from my employer again.

I need to cover my bases.

I hate that anything programming or statistical (essentially my whole job) causes trauma freezes.

I hate that my ex/spouse's lawyer (and my ex/spouse) lied to my lawyer about how we were both responsible for our own health insurance.

I feel like this needs to be reiterated: my able-bodied, autistic, queer spouse kicked out (and threatened, abused, yelled at, made life hell-ish) their disabled, autistic, chronically ill, queer partner (me) out of the home that I paid for (rent, utilities, apt insurance, health insurance, food, etc.) (yes, they contributed money to those things but I did most of the emotional and financial labor of it all). They promised to put me on their health insurance but didn't. They cheated me out of so much. They put me in complete disarray not just for that period of time but for months and months and months. I bet they were hoping I'd just kill myself. They thought I was, you know. That's why they were going to take my medication away but their mom told them not to.

As I told my therapist and psychiatrist several times, I would have absolutely killed myself (if they didn't kill me first somehow) if I didn't leave. I would have done it while telling them I loved them so much. That's how bad the narcissistic abuse was.

I know I've been grieving in all sorts of ways. And I do believe that they need help. They absolutely do. I wish the best for them, and I truly don't want them to die.

But they made my life miserable, and I am trying my best to get my own sense of justice and peace the best way I know how.

I could have (and my friends think I should have) done worse. (aka press charges)

I wasn't even going to file the PFA. I wasn't even going to do anything. I was just going to do what I've always done and start over.

They left me in shambles while they and their ex and their friends all think I'm the "real abuser" and laugh at me. Their lawyer thinks I'm being vindictive and punitive.

They're laughing at a chronically disabled (I pee blood when I'm stressed y'all... amongst other things), autistic, trans person of color who grew up as an immigrant and poor (sometimes middle-class) child in the country who suffered horrific childhood and other partner abuse. My ex/spouse knew all of that. They knew I'd been raped and assaulted and abused.

Do you realize that? Do you know how fucked up that is?

They're laughing while my ex/spouse makes ~150k/yr and has the LUXURY of not going to doctor/dentist/therapy/whatever appointments because they're way more abled than I am....

They wouldn't even be making that much if I didn't emotionally and financially support us while they quit their job to do extra training and education to get that job.

I guess I'm just good enough to be used and tossed away.

They're laughing while my ex/spouse hires a more expensive lawyer just to bully me into not getting enough spousal support and other asset costs, while I'm financially trying to rebuild.

And I am trying my best to live my life now. I grieve and cry every single day. You don't see it in my social media pictures, but I do. My heart and brain are full of love, life, and curiosity... but I am still grieving hardcore. And I will be for a very long time.

Most narcissistic abuse survivors grieve for... years.

#journaling #narcissistic abuse awareness #narcissistic abuse survivor #domestic violence #legal proceedings #divorce #divorce from a narcissist #grieving #healing #disability #autism #ptsd #working while ptsd what a concept

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dollsonmain · 1 year

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Ok, so, yesterday...

A full hour after my scheduled appointment time, the doc finally came in.

The whole appointment was just some talking and planning. I wonder how much that's going to cost... (my hospital bills are now up to about $12.5k... If I can get That Guy to agree to $500/month that's already two years).

First stone removal is next Tuesday. I almost feel bad for That Guy having to take so much time off of work to drive me around. But only almost.

That's the smaller stone in the left kidney (I think I said lefty had the bigger stone before? it's the smaller one). He said that when he installed the stent he pushed the stone back out of the ureter and that, in addition to the IV antibiotics, improved function.

Left kidney WAS in minor distress when I got to Hospital A, but by the time I left Hospital B, my bloodwork showed both kidneys working exactly as they should.

The larger stone in my right kidney isn't attached to anything and is just spinning around in there. He expects that to take at least two surgeries to remove.

So that's three more surgeries.

He also said the stents will stay in for about another week after, so 4 surgeries because he didn't install stents with external strings that could be pulled out in the exam room. He has to go in AGAIN with little clamps to remove them.

Apparently doctors do that when the stents need to stay in for a while.

I am struggling with the stents. I have to have the hot bear on constantly.

He did say I can do whatever I want and the only problem I should have with the stents is more blood. Granted, as bad as I feel, I'm not going to be getting up to much. Going to focus on chores for now until all the surgeries are over, and then get started selling stuff again. Luckily I have a nice, big backlog of stuff so won't need to buy much to sell for a while.

I am dreading the expense of these surgeries.

Going to be on the phone today because I need to call and pre-something for the surgery (talk to anesthesiology about stuff??) and call financial assistance.

I need to complete my application for medicaid and then ask a bunch of questions about how to apply the fees I've already been billed and the pending other surgeries to whatever financial aid they can give me.

The doc also said I have a lot of calcium in my blood which might have caused the stones, and he thinks that could be a hormonal problem. I was looking it up and it's a thyroids thing, the solution to which is "surgery to remove the glands that are cancerous" like..... ok......

I mentioned it to That Guy and also said "That's something a GP would have caught." because he's not given me the opportunity for regular medical care all this time.

I'm sure that every time I'm like "You've neglected this facet of my care." in his mind he's thinking "You should have had a job and taken care of yourself all along." and that's not incorrect.

I DID have a job and amazing 100% coverage healthcare until he moved us away from my job.

While I was waiting for the doctor to finally come in my mom was trauma dumping on me via text.

Her mom died long before I was born. She said it was because her step-dad at the time denied her health care (she needed blood pressure meds) and beat her regularly. The day she died she was beaten.

She also said my brother had been giving her trouble all this past week threatening suicide, saying he's not eaten in 4 days and living in a tent.

I can imagine going through that and then getting a text from me like "Hey, mom, I almost died!"

I had to explain to her that That Guy wasn't denying me medical care, he's just stupid and really did think that the answer to supposed sepsis was urgent care and not the ER.

#tiffygotsick

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saanphoenix · 2 years

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If anyone's been following me for an extended period of time, then you know I had a lot of cats. What started as a kitten rescued from a culvert down at Wal-Mart wound up becoming a small horde of about nine adults and teens due to, "If I stick the females in the bathroom when they are in heat, they can't get pregnant," being a stupid plan of someone who didn't know there was a low-cost clinic in my backyard for spaying and neutering and also taking in another kitten from a coworker that got knocked up at 4 months which I didn't even know could happen at the time.

Now, however, I have no cats to my name, a process of rehoming and surrendering them all to family members, and a local brand-new rescue that took a total of 4.5 months.

The reason I had to get rid of them was because my landlord illegally entered my house--didn't give 24-hour notice--and thought the smell of cat boxes I hadn't been able to scoop the night before was the permanent smell of the house. He also claimed he didn't even know I had cats, even though I had cats when he came to help install the new water heater, looked dead at one, and asked, "Is that cat supposed to be outside?" when said cat was poking his head out of the door they left wide open.

I repeat: This man knew I had cats. He had seen them. He had existed in my house previously and hadn't freaked the fuck out about, "~The smell. It permeates~ D:" But nah. The one day I gotta open after closing and let the boxes go for 8 hours is the day we illegally enter and assume the worst and give the tenant two whole goddamn weeks to "get rid of them." During Thanksgiving.

🙂

He also said that my dog, Clyde, would make his house insurance void if they knew what kind of dog he was, "But I'm not going to say anything because I know Clyde is a good boy." ... So, you're worried about the smell but not the potential loss of house insurance. Sure.

Anyhoo, the 4.5 month rehoming process included building an outdoor enclosure onto my shed that cost a small fortune. And I do mean small, but like, a noticeable chunk from my funds. And with it being winter, it took about two weeks to fully complete, so the lady helping me didn't freeze to death while making it.

Here they were with my dog. Inside the shed was their food and cat tree and plenty of spaces to lay around on and curl up under. Wasn't the Best set-up, but it was the best I could do until I could get them into the rescue.

Through the process of working with the rescue, I was able to Learn Some Things. I got shots and neuterings way fucking cheaper than the previous vet I was using that made me think I would be spending an arm and a leg every time I chopped the balls off a cat. Two of my kitties were sent to Kansas City, MO where one got adopted the same night they arrived and the other was adopted about a week later.

This was they. They even left Johnny's collar on him that he was surrendered with, which I thought was nice. Roche, the tabby, was the one adopted immediately. Probably because of hims derpy face.

Two of my girls went to fosters, rather than reside in the rescue's facility, and, last I checked, one was still up for adoption on PetFinder with a lovely little essay written about her using her name, Zinnia, for inspiration.

The rest appear to be in the rescue, which operates very similarly to a cat café. They have rooms set up with people-furniture and cat-furniture that allows the kitties to roam around instead of be in cages, and people can come in and just hang with the cats they might wanna adopt. There's no real need for appointments to come hang with the cats, but surrenders are by appointment only.

Despite all the stress, the mental breakdowns, and the seething rage this little Moment in my life has caused, I actually like that it forced me to learn how rescue work actually works. And I'm still working with the rescue to get the colony of cats that visit my porch TNR'd so the population will be better under control.

Squeaky, the orange tomcat that picks a fight with God and everybody, has been neutered, de-wormed, given flea treatment. But there's still Mama Cat--who is pregnant...again--her Teenaged Son and her Baby. I think Squeaky has chased off Teenaged Son the past coupla days, so he's probably going to be harder to catch, but....

Baby. Baby will be easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. He loves Clyde and always comes running to rub up against him whenever I let him out.

...And, yes, I need to replace that screen. Don't worry about it. That'll be far easier to handle than the fucking cat enclosure. Also, once we find a decent enough truck to pull the trailer we can borrow, my ex-step-mother will be taking said enclosure to put up for her own cats.

#spersonal

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dentistportmelbourne · 3 months

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Emergency Dental Appointments: What to Expect in Melbourne

Got a Toothache? Here's What to Do!

Toothache? Broken tooth? Melbourne's got you covered.

Emergencies happen. And when they do, knowing what to expect can save you a lot of stress.

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1. Quick Search

Melbourne is chock-full of dental clinics. Google your nearest emergency dentist Melbourne. Bookmark their number. Done.

2. Call Ahead

Don't just walk in. Call first. Describe your problem. They'll tell you if you need immediate attention or if it can wait.

3. Know the Cost

Emergency dental care can be pricey. Ask for a rough estimate over the phone. Better to know what you're in for.

What Happens When You Arrive

1. Initial Assessment

You walk in. You're greeted. They ask a few questions. Pain level. What happened. Basic stuff.

2. Paperwork

Yep, even in an emergency. Fill out forms. Health history. Allergies. Insurance details if you have it.

3. Wait Time

It depends. Some days are busier than others. They triage. Worst cases first.

In the Chair

1. Examination

Dentist time. They check your mouth. X-rays if needed. They get to the root of the problem. Pun intended.

2. Diagnosis and Treatment Plan

They explain what's wrong. Tell you your options. Simple fix? Complex procedure? You’ll know.

3. Immediate Relief

Painkillers. Temporary fixes. Whatever it takes to get you comfortable.

Common Emergencies

1. Toothache

Could be anything. Cavity. Infection. Cracked tooth. They’ll figure it out.

2. Broken Tooth

Happens a lot. Biting something hard. Accident. They'll smooth it out. Maybe a crown or a filling.

3. Lost Filling or Crown

Annoying but fixable. They’ll replace or repair it.

4. Knocked-Out Tooth

Timing is everything. Get to the dentist fast. They might save it.

5. Abscess

Serious stuff. Infection. Swelling. Pain. Needs treatment ASAP.

Aftercare

1. Pain Management

They'll give you pain relief. Maybe antibiotics. Follow their instructions.

2. Follow-Up Appointments

Sometimes one visit isn't enough. You'll need a follow-up. Book it before you leave.

3. Preventive Tips

Brush. Floss. Regular check-ups. Avoid another emergency.

Tips to Avoid Dental Emergencies

1. Regular Check-Ups

See your dentist every six months. Catch problems early.

2. Good Oral Hygiene

Brush twice a day. Floss daily. Use mouthwash.

3. Avoid Hard Foods

Ice. Hard candy. They can crack your teeth. Be careful.

4. Wear a Mouthguard

Playing sports? Use a mouthguard. Protect those pearly whites.

The Bottom Line

Emergencies suck. But Melbourne's got top-notch emergency dentists ready to help.

Stay calm. Call ahead. Follow their advice. You'll be back to smiling in no time.

FAQs

1. What if I can't afford emergency dental care?

Many clinics offer payment plans. Ask about your options. Some might even accept dental insurance.

2. How long will the appointment take?

Depends on the issue. Could be 30 minutes. Could be a couple of hours. They’ll let you know.

3. Are emergency dentists available after hours?

Yes. Many clinics offer 24/7 services. Check online for the nearest one.

4. What should I do if I lose a tooth?

Keep it moist. Milk works. Saline solution. Get to the dentist fast. They might re-implant it.

5. Can I prevent dental emergencies?

Absolutely. Good oral hygiene. Regular check-ups. Protect your teeth during sports.

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the-firebird69 · 4 months

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This comment was issued because Trump was being belligerent to Torrance officers who were near him with having him shot. And the officer says we will return fire and that was that now he twisted it to what he thinks for his point of view and he is now in trouble. He was told shut up and he won't. There's a whole bunch of these people here who hate him they can't stand either they're saying you're doing this gross stuff and you're going to get kicked out that is what's going to happen to the whole bunch and they're broadcasting it as a threat they're going to get booted already the people grab dja they're getting booties in this garth and company. They're down there and in Australia it was them no it was the Trump people okay they do it too but they're going to get kicked out.

This man is an extremely for no reason and needed to say it wrong and it's going to be a problem as Trump and his people it's all enjoying it happens all the time almost every single one of them has something backwards to say

-in addition there are a few things to comment on they're not doing much work on here on houses and renovating and it's accessible really this place needs a ton of work and nothing is happening absolutely nothing you think it will these pseudo empire had tons of construction companies and they still have a few and they'll start them up and people want to work they're born and angry hostile and this will give us something to do and they work swing shifts and I will be nice my son has money for him to work probably consulting I can't stand doing more than 3 hours or 2 hours of anything with them.

-other things happening they are reviewing the Charlotte county Transit and see if they need buses and what they could do to get them going and where they would go and if it's public transportation and if they should do both. Our son and daughter say that the buses are self-supporting and they earn revenue and here we think that they would have a decent amount of clients it's really hard to tell a friend it takes a month or two for people to start using it and our son and daughter saying right away they're going to have a bunch of people and for appointments and stuff that they would take the van so they're on time and so they go from point to point or handicapped people are disabled people old people sick people that's what it's for but really when you run a line if you ran it from say Venice to South Florida North fort Myers and in between the ones with shorter lines in Charlotte county or even just Charlotte county itself is this just this area would earn with about 10 buses about $2,000 a day and that's a lot of money that's $60,000 a week and it's really not a ton of money it's not completely self-supporting no it is the bus drivers don't get paid much the maintenance is not that much and buses can be purchased all over the place and there's tons of them and what kind of encouragement the cost of driving the 10 buses it's really only about $80 a day for driving they don't drive a full day and they don't run that long and times 10 to $800 a day times seven it's $5,600 roughly Plus fuel it's about $5,000 and overhead about 5,000 or less than that but see making about 28,000 clear for the county and that's 10 buses eventually they would be running probably 40 or 50 to run up different areas up to 776 and out to the east side of Shawn county and a few places down to Charlotte harbor and they would be going to areas of commerce in Port Charlotte which are off the road near the hospital actually it's a great money Maker but it's a good idea more shortly

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ask pt 2 slight trigger warning for deaths (yes multiple): my husband was being treated like a little kid, in some instances my fil went into the doc appointment and started talking to the doc himself like parents do to small kids. it was insane. so we schedule an appointment with an infectious disease specialist at the most expensive hospital in the country, with a doctor my aunt knows and trusts, because she said she didnt want to drop us with unreliable care, and this way, we could get a recommendation to the right hospital wing. we saw that doctor, who parroted what my aunt and that one other doc said about seeing a specialist in the gastrointestinal wing, and made the recommendation. it was a few weeks away. now, what you need to know is this is private healthcare, which is super expensive, and all the best doctors that are left in the country work there (less stress higher pay after the pandemic shitstorm), unless they made like my aunt and moved abroad for an even better quality of life. she said if we continue being stuck in this situation, we should get on a plane and go to her, she would make sure he gets the right docs and exams in 48 hours as is the law there (she lives in a country 2h away by plane).

i dont want to go into all the symptoms because those were a whole different kind of scary to see him experience and not know why. and finally, we got an appointment with the right doc, who sees my husband and immediately orders the exams my aunt has been saying he should get for the last two months. they're scheduled a couple of weeks after that appointment (because prep time is mandatory) and are definitely pricey but it's not a big deal because having a freelance salary (me) in a low cost of living country means we can afford it. we also have plenty saved up. he had to do the exam under anesthesia bc they had to take a sample from his gut for further testing just in case, and when he woke up, he started speaking in english instead of our native language. it was the funniest thing that had happened in months, and like andrea after taylor's lasik, i filmed a part of it lmao he kept asking the nurse for some of the meds to take home because those 30min he was out were the best sleep he had in months (the symptoms kept him up) and she was like that's impossible you cant have this outside the hospital, it's what got michael jackson kileld, and my husband went "mj was a smart guy to ask for strong stuff like this" lmaoooo (its true btw its on mj's wiki) and then when his head cleared the doc came in, explained his diagnosis, prescribed meds to ease everything. he has to take them continuously until he starts doing at least a bit better, and he can get checkups with that doc any time. at that point, my client had missed one invoice but i didn't give it much thought with all the other chaos, and it sometimes slipped his mind but he always made sure there wasnt anything too overdue. and then he missed another invoice. and the meds were expensive. my husband also started a limited diet, another expense on top, to check what food triggers symptoms.

we went to our hometown for the easter holidays, armed with the new diagnosis and meds, and diet. stayed with the in laws where my mil did all the cooking. the shit talking continued, now, including my parents - all they care about is themselves, they never called my mil to ask how her son is doing (like i said, treated like a kid, they called me every day to ask for updates as they were worried), all they do is waste money on traveling. now some backstory on that last bit- when they were young, my parents wanted to leave this country, but they never got an opportunity to do so, and instead of mourning that, they figured the next best way to get away is travel. they take trips at least one weekend and each month. even if it's just out of town. both their kids are grown up with their own incomes, they have the ability to spend on that instead of their kids, even though we took at least one vacation abroad per year when i was young. they just love to travel and can finally do it more than ever. idk how my mil feels about traveling, she doesnt generally broach the subject unless its to talk shit about my parents or my fil's brother and his wife who also travel frequently. thats the woman my mil accuses of being a witch lmao. my mil took care of her aging and ill parents for the last decade or so so she hasn't even gone out of town for more than a few hours in that time. and take care in the sense of administer meds to her mom because "she's the medical expert" as we've covered. her dad had a complex issue that she looked after but that was two decades ago when it started, it stabilized in the last decade before he passed. and that meant taking him to appointments, giving food and meds according to schedule. i never met him because he was in hospice when my husband and i started dating. anyway, my mil kept going off about how she was the only one who cared and that's because my husband made her suffer through labor for hours. weird logic there but okay. she went on about how the doctors were all wrong and how she knows best and she's gonna make sure he gets better during the holidays while we're there. instead of boiling his food, she started baking it, but it didnt seem to be doing too much good. when we went back home, i asked her about the baked recipes and she told me all the ingredients. but she added a couple of things that were strictly forbidden according to the doc. and i told her. and she said "well ive been adding them the whole time and he seems to be handling them well". i hung up and immediately told my husband, and all the symptoms still being present suddenly made sense. she was practically poisoning him because shes the expert that knows best. i was pissed, but he told me he'd take care of it and i should let it go.

a few weeks later my fil's mother passed away. she had been suffering with health issues for the last couple of months, begging both her sons to take her to get them checked out, which they both ignored. she and her husband lived with the other son and his family. the sons took her to doctors when she couldn't stand on her feet anymore which was too late. thats when i got to hear my mil scream about how shitty that family treated her the entire time she's known them, when i learned her sister in law is a witch, their horrible treatment of everyone (my husbands family lived in that house too, its common here for brothers to live with their parents and bring their wives in the house, people stopped doing that only in the last few years, but my husband's family had to move out after family drama) and more. idk this woman was basically cursing out her husband for the family he came from and blaming him for it. we went back in town for the funeral so i got to hear all this in person.

a couple of weeks later, my sister in law with her family were coming in town (they live abroad, a town over from my aunt actually) for a week so we went to our home town to see them. on the drive there, we came across a traffic accident between a bike and a van, that ended tragically. ill spare you the details of what i saw. a few hours later i got a call from my best friend. turns out the person that passed away in it was her long term boyfriend, he was coming in town for a conference. they were making wedding plans. picking out home decor. what do you mean?! thats when i wrote 2023 off as the worst year and it wasnt even halfway done. forgot to mention, my other best friend was going through a divorce at the time. she lives halfway across the world but we make sure to give each other the big life events even if we dont talk regularly. it felt like everyone i cared about was suddenly suffering and the only thing i could do was offer support. i couldn't even be properly there for anyone else but my husband. summer came, my husband and i were barely functioning, between his symptoms, his family, and a terrible tragedy (my husband and my bff's boyfriend had been childhood friends). the summer turned worse as my client kept missing payments and ghosting me. family members kept asking to borrow money to make ends meet because they know we're fine and we can't really say no. with the bank account running on fumes, we spent august in our hometown to save up on daily expenses by staying with my in laws. my sister in law and her family were in town again and for a couple of weeks there before my niece started kindergarten, and things were a bit peaceful. except it was all a front, because my mil cant shit talk in front of her son in law.

we went back home at the end of the month, to an apartment infested with cockroaches. appliances started breaking down. i mentioned this bit of the story in another ask i think? it was 8 months of constant hell and without the option to look for another apartment because of missed payments and the plan to move abroad as soon as possible (we were already looking for jobs), we figured we could move with my in laws. that way, we could get everything we own in their huge house which definitely has space, and once we move abroad they can ship all the stuff to us. my parents cant do that because they live in an apartment, not a lot of room there. this is a three story house, with a yard and a big brick shed on top, housing two people. over 3000 sqft of space. my husband asked if it was possible, they said of course, this is your home, you're always welcome to live here.

im gonna break up this story in yet another ask

once again i am deeply terrified of where this is going

also im so sorry for your loss thats terrible :(

#asks #lore anon #you did mention the apartment stuff btw!!!

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