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Why Your Mobile Home Tub Has Cracks and What Needs to be Done

The mobile home bathroom that we are working on has some cracks. Phil goes through how and why that happens. We cover what you need to do to fix it. ⏱️⏱️Chapters⏱️⏱️00:00 Follow along with a handyman00:25 Close up of the tub and the crack00:32 How the tub is setup00:48 Why the tub has cracks01:08 How the tub could have gotten cracks01:24 What you need to do to fix the mobile home tub01:46 Be an…

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It couldn’t wait…

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First Post of Brand New Blog-Rehabbing Three Houses~Rachel Holbert Jones Lookout Mountain, Tennessee

Here I am, all set up and ready to go. I’m in Lookout Mountain, Tennessee to rehab, not one but three houses. This means I should be here awhile. We (my Uncle and his business partners) decided to get me set up in a camper on the property of the first house we are rehabbing. It’s quite a large piece of property and we found a relatively flat place to set this camper up since I will be here…

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14-Year-Old Invests $200 in an Old Caravan: But Wait Till You See What She Made Of It

Unveiling the Transformation: A 14-Year-Old’s Wilderness Camper to Glamper Marvel In the heart of Williamstown, West Virginia, a 14-year-old resident embarked on an extraordinary summer endeavor, turning a 1974 Wilderness camper into a captivating “Glamper.” This ambitious project became more than a mere campervan renovation; it was a testament to the creativity and determination of a young…

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Easy does it! So much easier with our 16 footer in your driveway or our 20' or our 12'.

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Angel by the Wing // Thirty-Five

Chapter Warnings: discussion of emotional abuse from a parent, abandonment, crying, pregnancy as per usual

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There’s radio silence for three days.

As much as he didn’t want to, Bradley had to leave to meet his new squad before they began training in a few days. So he brought in the big guns.

“Move,” Sofia barked as she shoved past him and into the house. The dark haired woman made a beeline for the bedroom where you were curled up on the mattress that was suddenly too large now that Jake was gone. Skipper chirped at the sight of his second favorite person and settled on the pillow next to your head. He gratefully accepted Sofia’s gentle scratch under his chin as she climbed onto the bed.

“Hi,” she announced. “We’re not going to wallow in bed, you lump.”

“Go away.” Your voice was muffled by the fabric of the pillow. “I’m not in the fucking mood.”

The pillow was ripped away from your head and you met the glittering dark eyes of your best friend. Sofia tossed your pillow across the room and loomed over you. For a petite pint-sized individual, you could see why she was so terrifying to the military personnel that she strong armed into getting their vaccine appointments. Folks think that Natasha was the feral one of the couple thanks to her propensity for getting into high speed jets, but Sofia was the one who one told a three-star general to fuck off when he tried to get her to break HIPAA.

“I’ll be home at five-thirty,” Bradley said from the doorway. “Please don’t make me bail you out of jail.”

Sofia answered him with a wicked grin before she settled in next to you on the bed. Her slim fingers slid over your head and started to pass through your hair. You pressed your cheek against the mattress and shut your eyes at the soothing ministrations. Three days of silence and three days of you just going through the motions. Today was your first day off since the fight and now you were confronted with the crushing realization of everything. It didn’t help that you woke up to a voicemail from your mom and threw your phone across the room, which prompted Bradley to call Sofia.

“What’s going on, momma?” Sofia cooed. You turned to face your friend and one look at the concern on your face had your face crumpling in seconds. Sofia swept you into a hug as you shook with sobs. Your hand fisted in the fabric of her worn t-shirt and you felt guilty for a moment for staining it with your tears. Sofia rid you of that guilt in seconds by rubbing your back and whispering assurances.

“I fucked it all up. I fucked it all up again,” you wept. “Every goddamn time.”

“No, no, honey. What’s going on?”

You pushed away from her and untangled yourself from the blankets so you could grab your phone and play the voicemail. Your mother’s voice made you cringe as she treated everything so fucking blase.

“We already turned your room into an office but if you insist on acting like this, we can remodel it for you and the baby until you get on your feet. I need you to understand that you’re being stubborn right now and that’s not a good sign of a mother. I hope this child turns out just like you so you can understand what we’ve had to deal with. You’re being unreasonable, thinking these boys will do the right thing. Just come home and we’ll figure it out.”

You swiped out of your messages and swallowed the rising tide of bile and snot that bubbled up in your throat. Sofia stared at your phone in silence and you had no idea what was running through her head. A hiccuping sob escaped you and you dropped your phone onto the bed so you could bury your face in your hands. Sofia tugged your wrists away from your face and then guided you to sit back down on the bed. She kneeled at the edge of the bed and clasped your hands tightly with hers.

“That was the biggest load of horseshit I have ever heard,” she said fiercely. “You are going to be such a good fucking mom, do you hear me? Your mother is a cunt and I’m not afraid to say it.”

“She would leave when I messed up,” you whispered. “She would get so angry and scream about how she had to do everything and then she would say that she was leaving our family and finding someone who cared. And she did. She would just walk out the door. I don’t know where she would go, but she would be gone for a few hours and I…I thought she would never come back. A-And my dad didn’t care. I hardly saw him because he was always at work and when he was home, he fell asleep on the couch.

I would do the dishes wrong or forget to move the laundry over and she would just walk out. When she came back home, I promised to never do it again and she’d tell me that I learned my lesson and she would never actually leave me but she still did. And…and Jake just fucking…walked out.”

Your shoulders slumped down at the end of your sentence, as if you were a marionette and all your strings were cut. Sofia wordlessly pulled you in for another hug and you collapsed into her.

“Everyone leaves me and it’s always my fault.”

“No. No, don’t you dare say that.” Sofia shushed you gently and inhaled deeply, forcing you to match her breathing. Your sobs subsided into little hiccuping coughs and then into shaky, stuttered breaths.

“It’s not your fault. It’s never been your fault. Your mother is an adult. She made the choice to leave because she wasn’t a good parent. Jake left because he’s emotionally constipated and can’t have a mature conversation to save his life. That’s all. That’s the only reason. It wasn’t anything you did or said.”

You knew she was right but, at the same time, you couldn’t believe her. Why would you have a pattern of people walking out of your life if not for you? Your mom, exes, and now Jake. It was all because of you.

“I can practically hear you trashing yourself in your mind,” Sofia warned. “Stop it. No. Bad. Stop talking about my best friend like that.”

Despite the fresh tears quickly drying on your cheeks, a giggle escaped you at her words. She grinned and pulled away from the hug so she could see your face. She cupped your face in your hands and smiled.

“You are going to be the most amazing mother because I know for a fact that you are an amazing friend and boss and person. And while I don’t have experience in this area, I’m sure you’re a damn good lay too.”

Another startled laugh escaped you and her grin grew wider. “Alright, momma. Let’s get up, get dressed, get some food in you, and then we are going to do some errands. Go to some boutiques. Buy cute baby clothes. And we are not going to cry unless it’s about how teeny tiny baby shoes are, okay?”

You were immensely grateful for Sofia Trace’s presence in your life. She dragged you around San Diego to small little boutique shops and slapped down her credit card with a pointed reminder that she was going to be an aunt and it was her God-given right to buy her future nibling some “cute ass baby clothes, damnit”. You found a few items that you purchased yourself, your fingers pressing against the buttery-soft fabric as you realized just how small this baby was going to be.

Sofia dropped you back at the townhome a few minutes before Bradley was set to come home which gave you a chance to start on dinner. Usually it was Jake who cooked dinner with you helping, but now you were at a loss as to what to make. You settled on some basic spaghetti and sauce from a jar. The water began to crest and boil when the front door opened.

“Hi,” you greeted quietly as Bradley made his way into the kitchen. He offered you a small, tender smile and you hated this. You hated this gap that suddenly appeared between you two. Jake’s absence felt pretty damn hard between both of you.

“Hey.” He eyed the bags shoved in the corner of the living room and bent down to scratch Skipper under the chin. “Good day?”

“Yeah, Sofia went a little overboard with the baby clothes but hey, we’ll need it. Dinner’s almost ready. It’s nothing fancy. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for, sweetheart,” he said gently. Your lips pulled down and your brows creased. He crossed the room and tugged you into a hug. He felt the way your body trembled slightly and he pressed you closer, tucking your face against the column of his throat.

“I’m sorry. I’m a mess. I know it’s hard to be with me,” you whispered. His grip on the back of your head tightened minutely and he shook his head.

“No, baby. No. We’ll figure this out. We’ll get him back.”

“Don’t say things you can’t guarantee.”

Bradley huffed out an indignant snort. “You doubt me? I’m very persuasive. I’ll drag him back here kicking and screaming if I have to.” He pulled away so he could see your face and brushed some sweaty strands of hair out of your face. You blinked up at him with glassy eyes and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not leaving, angel. Not now, not ever. I promise.”

“Pretty sure I just said you can’t say things you can’t guarantee.”

For a startling moment, Bradley thought about the days when he was a kid, fresh off the bus and full of energy after a day of school. He would bound up the steps of the small house they had in Virginia and open the door to find his mother bent over the kitchen counter and sobbing into her hands. Carole always tried to hide her tears from him but he caught her a few times like this. She would brush away the tears, stand up straight, and launch into asking him about his day, but he always knew. Bradley could only remember his dad in the abstract, fuzzy details of childhood memories and stories told to him by others, but he could feel his loss acutely, both in his own life and in the pain reflected by his mom.

He wouldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t. That was his kid you were carrying.

But he felt the loss of the smart-mouthed blond in this small kitchen. Bradley needed to get Jake back, for the both of you. For the three of you, he corrected himself. This baby was just as much Jake’s as his, as far as he was concerned.

His family had been fractured once before. He wouldn’t let it happen again.

“I miss him too,” he admitted. “So I promise, angel. We’ll be a family. Just like we’re supposed to be.”

He could see the sliver of hope shining in your eyes and he counted it as a victory. Bradley nudged you towards the bags as he grabbed a spatula. “Show me what you got, sweetheart.” You lit up and began digging in the bags to pull out the tiny clothes. “Okay, so, since we don’t know the gender, I tried to go for neutral clothes. But also fuck gender roles, right? I found this adorable little duck onesie and fucking hell, bear, look at how small it is.”

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Weird ask but could you maybe write smthing like.. Aizawa fosters this kid who has a locked knew from previous abuse? Uses a cane to keep pressure off of it and stuff. Idk I just wanna see how he’d go about accommodating that or how he’s treat me I really hope this makes ANY sort of sense -🐶

(I hope you don’t mind 🐶anon, but I decided to make this a little less specific and made it based on readers with limited or hindered mobility.)

Aizawa x Child Reader: Mobility

It doesn’t matter how, what or why your ability to get around is hindered. Be it a issue from birth like cerebral palsy, an accident leading to the loss of limbs or some other reason, he treats it all the same

He makes sure that he pushes in his chairs so that you don’t trip on them

He makes sure that the floors are clear of anything like shoes or anything else you could trip on

If you have difficulty going up stairs then he’ll either make sure everything you need access to is on the first floor, or he’ll arrange for one of those motorized elevator chair things that take people up the stairs

If you’re wheelchair bound, then he’ll even pay to have his home remodeled or buy a new home with better accessibility accommodations

The bathroom of course has handrails to help you get up and around. The tub and shower have anti-slip mats so that you always have traction and don’t slip and fall

If you have to wear a brace of some kind or have a prosthetic, he’ll gladly help you put them on

If your condition affects your ability to reach things then he’ll make sure that everything you need is within reachable distance

He makes sure that you’re able to get into his care without any issues

If you walk with a cane then he makes sure to not move it from where you left it without warning you or left you know

If people give you a hard time for your condition (Karens) then Aizawa will gladly step in and defend you, making sure that you’re okay

He doesn’t treat you any differently than he would treat normal people, he doesn’t treat you like you’re some delicate piece of glass, although he does hold more concern for you, he trusts that you’ll ask for help when you need it

If you’re joints get sore and you need to ice them or take a bath or something, then Aizawa will happily get you the ice packs or get you some therapeutic bath salts

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Left Behind

This is my first ever Twilight story. I hope you like it!

There are no hiding spots for humans in Volterra Castle, especially when considering its residents. Oh, I can find a dark corner to huddle in for a little while or even go outside to bask in the blazing hot sunshine, but no matter where I go, someone will always find me. They follow my voice, or my scent, or the sound of my wheelchair on the ancient stone floors, and like magic, any hope I had for some blissful solitude is completely shattered. But today is different. Today there are visitors in the castle from far away covens, and suddenly, no one around me can spare me a second glance, not even my mate. That part hurts the most.

I met my mate only six months ago while working in town at the old Volterra library. At the time, I had no real home, no living family, and really, no hope. I was barely eking out a living, limited by both my mobility and my inability to speak the local language. I was depressed and crippled by low self-esteem and severe anxiety. I barely had the will to go on, but then I met Marcus, and everything changed.

Every day for three months the tall, somber man visited me at the library, and slowly the two of us developed a relationship that blossomed into love. He confessed his feelings and his secret one rainy night in my tiny apartment and offered me a future I couldn’t possibly turn down. He moved me into his home and introduced me to his family, and never once was my disability an issue for him. In fact, he went out of his way to make things easier for me. Every day he told me he loved me, and brick by brick, he helped me rebuild my self-confidence and push the depression away.

As soon as I agreed to move in, Marcus started renovating and redecorating his rooms, adding low-profile furniture and other accessible fixtures. He remodeled the bathroom completely, adding grab bars and a roll-in shower with a sturdy teakwood bench across the back wall. He brought in a new bed that had the ability to be raised and lowered at will, along with a mountain of pillows designed to take pressure off my back, hips, and knees, and never once complained about his own discomfort.

He also considered my other human needs, expanding doorways and lowering work surfaces, creating unobstructed pathways to the garden and conservatory, and even convincing Aro to hire a full-time chef to cook my meals. He made it very clear that he wanted to make the remainder of my human life as simple as possible and would stop at nothing to make me happy.

There was only one thing he couldn’t change, however, and I have a hard time holding it against him: the stairs. Volterra Castle is full of ancient stone staircases everywhere you look. Stairs going up to Athenadora and Sulpicia’s rooms; stairs going down to the kitchen and the activity room for the lower guard; stairs keeping me firmly planted on the first floor of the castle at all times.

Normally, stairs are not a huge issue. Marcus took great delight in lifting me up into his strong arms in order to ferry me anywhere I wanted to go. He would loop my arms securely around his neck and pick me up like a bride, sneaking kisses and snuggles all along the way. I would giggle girlishly at his roguish behavior, and he would smile, and maybe we would be late to our destination if we ever made it at all. Today, however, the stairs won.

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The morning had been a busy one, with everyone buzzing around the castle, preparing for the arrival of some very important guests. Marcus and his brothers were holding a summit of sorts, and covens from all over Europe would be arriving at noon for two days of festivities. There would be a grand reception this afternoon and evening, and after the meetings ended tomorrow, there would be a lavish ball. This was the first time I would be introduced to such a large group as Marcus’s mate, so I was extremely nervous, but my love had assured me that I would be welcomed by all.

Or at least I would have been, had I been in the throne room with the rest of the group. Somehow, in all the excitement of handshaking and backslapping during the arrival of our guests, everyone forgot about the half dozen steps required to enter the gathering hall, subsequently forgetting about me too.

After 45 minutes of rolling back and forth in front of the doors and occasionally speaking Marcus’s name out loud, hoping to catch his attention, I decided to give up. Obviously, he was too busy to miss my presence, as were Aro, Caius, my sisters, or my friends in the guard. My feelings were hurt, undoubtedly, but seeing no other option, I decided to return to my room and wait for someone to realize I was absent.

No one noticed.

Hours went by without a peep. No one came to look for me, and no one brought me dinner either. I couldn’t get to the kitchen myself because of the goddamned stairs, so there was nothing left for me to do but stay exactly where I was, hidden in the furthest corner of my room’s veranda, trying not to be hungry and trying not to sob out loud as I cried. My heart was aching as the heavy feeling of abandonment settled over me, and my old friend, self-loathing, started creeping in. The next several hours were filled with ugly thoughts and horrible sadness, and though I wanted to resist that darkness, it completely overwhelmed me once more.

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It was nearly midnight when I finally heard my mate’s frantic voice calling out for me from our shared bedroom.

“Y/N!” Marcus called, a hint of desperation in his tone. “Y/N? Where are you my love?”

“Out here, Marcus,” I replied listlessly, barely raising my voice as I knew he could hear me. I was mentally and physically drained from the emotional upheaval of the day and made no real effort to emerge from my safe little hiding spot. I could hear how upset I had made him, and I was unsure if I could face him just then.

“My darling!” He cried, finally spotting me and speeding quickly to my side. His eyes quickly scanned me for injury. “Where have you been, little one? I couldn’t find you.”

I looked down at my hands as I answered him, too afraid to look into his eyes. “I’ve been here, Marcus. All day.”

“But why, tresoro?” He took my hands in his. “Did you not want to meet our guests? Many of them came here just to see you.” I could tell he was disappointed in me and my heart broke just a little bit more.

“I-I-I… did want to…” I stammered, “But I couldn’t. There was no way for me to get into the throne room, Marcus. I was left behind,” I concluded quietly, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

“Left behind?” He questioned.

“Yes.” I paused. “How long, Marcus?” I asked dejectedly.

“How long for what, Y/N? I don’t understand.”

“How long did it take for you to realize I wasn’t there with you, Marcus? 2 hours? 4?”

He closed his eyes as it finally started to sink in. “Y/N, I’m…”

“Disappointed in me?” I whispered. “I understand. I’m sorry, Marcus. I have not been a very good mate to you today, and I have shamed you. I understand why you and the others did not look for me. I have not been an asset to the family.” Tears streamed freely down my face as I tried to apologize for my shortcomings.

“Y/N, no. Please don’t cry.” Marcus begged, crouching down to my level as he tried to comfort me. “It is I who should apologize. It is my duty to look out for you and to protect you. I have failed in that today; I should have remembered you needed help with the steps. There were so many people, and I got caught up….”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” I interrupted with a sob. “No one came for me all day, and I thought I had done something wrong! Maybe I have become too much of a burden on you..”

“Never, amore!” He said with conviction, bending his head low to kiss my hands.

“But it’s true, Marcus! I know it is! Every day you are forced to do things you would never typically do, all because of me,” I said sadly. “You’re the King of Volterra, Marcus! And I have you spending your days babysitting me. You help me in and out of bed; you help me dress; hell, you’ve even had to help me in the shower a time or two! You’re forced to carry me around this castle all day long - and my wheelchair - because I can’t even get myself to the kitchen to feed myself. I’m asking you for too much, and I don’t want you to resent me for it.” My tears were hot and burned my cheeks as they continued to fall. “I’m sorry for disappointing you.”

“Oh, Y/N,” he soothed. “Come here, darling.” He scooped me out of my wheelchair and into his arms, hugging me tightly to his chest. “Y/N, my heart, I love you! More than anything in the world. You are my mate, and I do all of those things you mentioned before because I want to. I am honored that you allow me to help you throughout the day, and you could never be a burden to me. If anyone should be apologizing here, it should be me! I disappointed you today, and I am sincerely sorry for that. I never want you to feel left behind or unwanted again, and I will spend the rest of our eternity making up for my error today. I will also speak to our contractor about adding some wheelchair ramps where we can and an elevator as well. I should have done so long ago.” He wiped my tears away with the sleeve of his robe. “Can you forgive me, sweetheart? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I nodded slowly against his chest, taking in deep, ragged breaths in an attempt to calm my feelings. I love him so much that not forgiving him was never really an option for me. After a long time, I spoke to him again.

“Marcus?” I asked quietly. “Do you think things will be different… after you change me?”

He smiled at me, gently moving some stray hair out of my eyes before he spoke. He sighed softly, resting his forehead against my own. “I don’t know for sure, my precious one. We have seen vampire venom heal a number of injuries and ailments in the past, sometimes even snatching someone back from the brink of death, like dear Jane and Alec. Every change is different, darling. I want you to know, however, that no matter what the outcome of yours, Y/N, I will always love you and will work to keep you by my side forever.”

“The world’s first vampire in a wheelchair.” I scoffed. “Some claim to fame.”

“How about ‘Queen of Volterra, Mate of King Marcus’ for a claim to fame?” He suggested, gazing at me adoringly.

“That could work,” I giggled, moving to bring our lips together in a tender kiss. “I’m sorry I let my anxiety get the best of me, Marcus.”

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me, my darling girl. Now, I know it’s late, but we need to get some food for you, and then I believe I can come up with some more… creative ways to apologize to you. Interested?”

“Always.”

The end

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What's Hiding Under The Linoleum Floor

You never know how much damage could actually be hidden under the linoleum or tile floor. Especially in a mobile home. ⏱️⏱️Chapters⏱️⏱️00:00 Intro00:12 When you pull the linoleum back00:40 Looks like the toilet leaked regularly01:10 Bathroom sink and cabinets are fine 🙏 Subscribe, 👍, it helps a lot!!➤❓/ 💬: ask@straightarrowrepair.com➤ Follow https://straightarrowrepair.com/pipf ➤➤I get a…

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Damian's little brother Jiri

Jiri appeared in my head completely by accident, when I was trying to analyze why Damian is so loyal to Micolash. I had a variant of the idea - that Damian and Micolash share a common thoughts, ideas, philosophy, but to me it would not be enough, because then they are connected purely by business connection, and according to my headcanons - these two are intertwined by secrets, long-lasting friendship, love and faith in Kos. But how did Damian decide for himself that he would follow Micolash anywhere all his life, give him his best years of life and sacrifice everything just for him?

According to my headcanons Damian was a librarian in Byrgenwerth. He graduated from college, but he couldn't become a doctor, and he didn't want to go back to his home estate. When he met young student Micolash, he saved him from the rector's wrath out of the goodness of his heart (a little accident because of Micolash's curiosity). And so their friendship began. But there was something about the black-haired slightly unstable and very intelligent young man that tugged at Damian's heartstrings.

Thus came Jiri, Damian's late younger brother, whose image he holds deep in his heart and loves, even twenty and fourty years on from his death. He was supposed to be just a boy mentioned a few times in the fanfic, but the more I built up the image of Jiri and the circumstances of his death, the more attached I became to him. In the end, I decided to make a separate post for him. I doubt it will resonate strongly with those who subscribe to me - after all, Jiri is just my OC, albeit one that directly influenced who Damian became in the end.

And yet, the boy is too important not to write a post about him, at least for myself. Because when I write fanfic, I forget little details about him and it would be nice to have a peek somewhere. Well since there is also drawing, why not post xd

Jiri is a very ambiguous child. At first I wanted him to be 4, but after working with his image I came to the conclusion that 4 is too young for him to be the way I see him. So he is 6 (almost 7) at the time of his death. This is very important, because at 6 years old he already has his own views on life, his own opinions, the "whys and wherefores" period is over and now the attempts to interact with the world around him begin - in Jiri's case it is a rebellion against the world around him. Damian was 7 at the time of his death.

Jiri contracted consumption when he was very small, almost a newborn. Medicine in Yharnam at that time was quite terrible - the discovery of the properties of blood had not yet happened, and people were treated with herbs, a kind word and prayers to the old gods (And I believe they were. I'm pretty sure the Grand Cathedral, the Cathedral Ward -are all just remodeled cathedrals of the old Yharnam faith. It's just that Laurence and Willem were perfectly able to sweep away the former faith thanks to blood magic and the furor it caused). The doctors diagnosed that Jiri was going to die, sooner or later. Euthanasia was suggested. But the parents refused. I see Damian's mother as a cold and pious woman, living by rules and obligations, and his father as a strict but gruff man. But whatever they were, they were humans. And they did not want their youngest son to die, and at that time they still believed that he could survive.

The years passed, and Jiri grew up. He was very weak, sometimes the disease receded and sometimes it worsened. While he was very young, he was even mobile - he played at age 4 with the neighborhood children and Damian, listened to his mother's stories. He was an imaginative boy - in games he liked to build and break most of all, finding the most inventive ways to destroy. And despite the fact that Damian was a year older than him, Damian was an absolute crybaby as a child. He was very afraid of people, afraid of contact, and so all conversations with other children were taken over by Jiri, who was very responsible about meeting new people. He always introduced Damian first and then himself, and Damian would hide behind him or his mother.

Jiri always wore dark clothes. And slept on dark linens. So the stains from his bloody cough were less noticeable, and it saved his parents money (there was really a lack of money) for laundry and new underwear (by the way, white underwear and clothing is a very expensive thing, which historical fantasy authors often forget :/// It's a symbol of wealth, because white gets dirty very easily. And if you wear white clothes, you can afford to replace them. And when I see a "poor" character wearing white shirts, I just…. …. ……………….)

Jiri was a very perky boy, open, friendly. And his parents had mixed feelings about him. On the one hand - they were happy to have him. But they knew he wouldn't live long. And both were very afraid of the pain of losing him, to which they had condemned themselves. Damian and Jiri also had many older brothers and sisters. Besides the two of them, there were six other children in the family, two of whom died before Jiri.

When Jiri's disease began to worsen around the age of 5, his mom started telling him stories about angels. That one day he would fall asleep and be visited by angels. They would play with him for ages and he would be fine. She told him that only the best people go to heaven, so he should behave well. But she couldn't explain to her son why his older brother Damian (whom he called "Dami") wouldn't follow him. Jiri began to be afraid of angels. Afraid of the frescoes in the cathedrals. He began to wonder what death was. And through the efforts of his mother, who merely wanted to ease his waning life, he began to think that death was a good thing. Jiri even became cruel. He didn't hurt any other child, but he was cold in heart when someone died… And sometimes he tried to kill himself. He watched insects, animals die. He believed what his mom said and convinced himself that everyone would be okay in heaven. This scared Damian and his older brothers and sisters a little (a little, yeah).

Jiri had a rabbit. He was given it when his illness worsened, because Jiri loved rabbits very much and in all the games with other children he was always a bunny. Jiri believed that his rabbit was a miracle. The best there is. But his father often joked that rabbits were better served for dinner. He wasn't a bad man or heartless, he was just of a simpler disposition, to him a rabbit was food, and dogs or cats were pets. Jiri took great offense. And one day his rabbit, which had accidentally escaped from the house, was mauled by the yard dogs. And Jiri saw it. Another little trauma on his heart.

Jiri saw death. Jiri knew he was going to die. Jiri feared it to the point of tears. But in all this his sunshine and light was always little Damian. Damian was never rude as a child, on the contrary - he was very shy and very fond of reading. So he often told Jiri stories from books. After all, Jiri had never been taught to read - no one saw the point in it. The small circles under Jiri's eyes, his thinness, curls and intelligent eyes, his unusual thinking, though sometimes cruel - all this imprinted in Damian's heart an image that would later burn brightly when he saw Micolash.

Damian loved Jiri with all his heart. All his life he remembered how as a little boy he could not help him or realize that Jiri was dying lying in his bed. Damian played toys for him and told him stories. And then, as an adult, he dreamed of turning back the clock and saving him, even though he knew that Jiri would have died anyway.

They were bound together by true brotherly love. And Damian visits Jiri's grave even as an adult scholar at the Mensis School. He left his family, hiding from them in Byrgenwerth, and never wanted to see to his relatives, tho occasionally visiting them. They all died when the curse of the beast began, when the horrors started in Yharnam. But it is Jiri that Damian cannot forget and let go. And his little tombstone stands out very much among the others which are abandoned in the cemetery near Hemwick.

If Jiri had grown up, he probably would have joined the Powder kegs. I see the grown up version of him looking like the painter Karl Brullov,

I don't know why. He would be a very interesting person! Open-minded, bright, perhaps one of the inventors like Archibald… And of course, a heretic. With his mind - he wouldn't like the idea of contacting Great Ones, but still would try to do it himself.

But these are all idle thoughts, for if Jiri had stayed alive - Damian's life would have turned out very differently in my vision. He wouldn't have gotten a wound on his heart, wouldn't have tried to forget his family by hiding behind his work in Byrgenwerth, wouldn't have suffered so much and wouldn't have followed Micolash with SUCH a passion, seeing him not only as a brilliant scientist, but also as his angel and little brother.

My little rabbit king Jiri :'(

[dzthenerd490]

File: Jurassic Park

SCP#: ADD

Code Name: Site-DINO

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: The island that makes up SCP-ADD is extremely remote and under the orders of the Foundation the U.S. government is not allowed to have any planes fly near the island. Mobile Task Force Poseidon-6 "Dino Safari” acts as a security of the island as well as detainment force of the dinosaurs. Each dinosaur instance is left to wander freely on the island but is to never be anywhere within or near the walled off Foundation city or Site-DINO. Certain exceptions are made see below for details.

However, all SCP-ADD-1 instances are to be contained at Site-DINO depending on their anomalous qualities. Should the situation at Site-DINO ever get out of control Mobile Task Force Phi-2 "Clever Girls" is to be deployed immediately. 

Description: SCP-ADD is a remote island named [data expunged] located in the [data expunged] ocean. It was an island originally owned by [data expunged] where a massive experiment was conducted to create an amusement park populated not by modern animals but ancient and extinct ones, dinosaurs to be more precise. What drew the island to the Foundation's attention was the fact that it had a lot of rich and even anomalous benefactors and donors who endorsed the project. 

According to the reports collected by Mobile Task Force Apollo-4 "Speak no Evil" a majority were well known Groups of Interest with bad and hostile history with the Foundation. Dr Wondertainment wanted to have toy shops within the park as well as have some of the dinosaurs tamed to be sold as pets. Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting wanted to buy some for their newest act, including T-Rex dinosaurs. An influential professor for Deer College wanted to buy and donate some to the College for a dissection class. Ambrose Restaurants wanted to buy equity over the dinosaur scheduled to be killed for a new source of meat. Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. wanted first to pick on newly genetically altered dinosaurs. There were even powerful Neo-Sarkic families that wanted to buy their own dinosaurs for various experiments. 

It's only thanks to the covert operations and swift assassinations of MTF Apollo-4 that the Foundation was able to catch all Persons of Interest involved and secure the entire island of SCP-ADD. Afterwards the park was remodeled by the Foundation into Site-DINO and all the dinosaurs were brought into Foundation custody. Though dinosaurs are meant to be extinct, they are currently not a danger to normalcy or very anomalous. They have some genetic editing but nothing extreme; it is for this reason they are not labeled as SCP-ADD-1. 

Instead, SCP-ADD-1 are anomalous dinosaurs that have been heavily genetically edited to the point that they are not recognizable to any current species. It seems that there were rouge scientists within the park that created them to make business deals with the U.S. military. Under Foundation custody however, they are used as research to better understand and improve genetic editing for future Foundation experiments. Of course, all research and experiment proposals must first be approved by the Ethics Committee. Failure to comply will lead to termination of Foundation staff associated by Mobile Task Force Omega-1 "Law's Left Hand".

SCP-ADD was discovered in 1993, and all persons involved since then have been detained by the Foundation. Those of hostile nature were executed or processed as D-Class. Those that weren't were recruited into the Foundation because of their anomalous expertise but under heavy restriction. Site-DINO is now the most advanced research facility for genetic editing and a great provider for Mobile Task Force Demeter-4 "Animal Control". It is also home to a Foundation build city recognized as Nexus Points where Foundation staff can go live, work, and be with family. It's also possible for some to go out and see the dinosaurs in the wild and domesticate a few to take home as pets. Though of course there are many restrictions involved and they must obey every rule given before adopting a dinosaur; Furthermore, it must ALWAYS be an herbivore, NEVER a carnivore.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[zagreus]

I thought your profile picture was from that mobile home remodeling game with the ads about the murderer grandma

what,?

[dreamlandsystem]

Nintendogs + Cats + You!

(a game concept for a Nintendogs release on the Switch)

Hardware:

- included with the game is a wireless microphone with a Bluetooth chip

- insert with breed info

Amiibo Compatibility:

- different amiibos award the player with themed treats and single use toys (ex: kirby car cake, inkling/octoling toy that pops, power up mushroom treats)

- using Nintendogs-specific Amiibos for the first time gives a specific dog or cat plush/figurine toy

Animal Breeds:

- starting off with 8-12 breeds, with the original 27 unlockable through friendship

- introduce 3-8 new breeds for a total of 30-35 breeds (possible suggestions: borzoi, pitbull, malamute, newfoundland, Australian cattle dog, Airedale terrier, border collie, rottweiler)

- introduce 1-2 new cat breeds (possible suggestions: sphinx cats, maine coon)

Competitions:

- bring back agility trials (for a total of 4 competition types: agility, obedience, lure coursing, and disc throw)

- new competition ideas: birding (train your dog to locate and flush out bird toys from trees and retrieve them from bodies of water), best in show (points system based on grooming, physique, and style)

- let cats learn tricks and compete in obedience trials and best in show

- remove the AR function from obedience competitions (or make it optional)

Walks and Outings:

- add swimming (at the ocean, lake, or pool)

- introduce rotating stock at BARC shops

- chance to be invited to NPC’s homes for pet play dates

- rare chance to encounter and adopt a stray dog or cat

- print shop where you can design your own accessories

- pop up shops with rare or hard-to-find items

Home Interactions:

- toy overhaul with lots of additions

- toy ideas: a puzzle toy that dispenses a treat when solved, slinky, paper airplane (single use), Poochy toy (from the Yoshi series), instruments like a kazoo, xylophone, drums, and flute

- improved home customization with more furniture placement options (including wall mounts for cats)

Grooming:

- add pet-safe dyes in fun colors

- receive a friendship bonus for brushing your pet after bathing them

- unlock Groomer with enough friendship where you can pay to have your dog bathed, brushed, and dyed

General Improvements:

- autosave after competitions and walks, after teaching new tricks, making purchases, and getting a new dog

- add an event for your pet’s “Gotcha Day” with a party hat and pet safe birthday cake

- log-in bonus (of biscuits, supplies, or toys) for playing with your pets every day

- pets have visible mood stats (anxious, restless, content, calm, excited, cheerful) which change depending on the quality of their care

Nintendo Switch Online features:

- play dates: invite other players to your house, the park, or café

- compete with other players in special competitions

- send gifts and notes to other players

- pedometer portion of the Switch Online mobile app

- community board where friends’ pets’ achievements are displayed

DLC Opportunities:

- add a few more breeds (possibly including an alien/fantasy breed)

- DLC exclusive toy pack, accessory pack, and home remodel designs

Suggested price point: $60 USD base game, $75 including DLC

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.24/41

Chapter  24: Elvis in the Building

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunniligus, unprotected PiV, (play safe ya'll!), panty ripping

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter  24: Elvis in the Building

Austin gets so busy you don’t see him properly for a couple weeks. Sometimes you wake with him in bed curled around you. Sometimes he slips inside you in the tiny morning hours.

Once or twice he woke you up to full on fuck you in the middle of the night. Those nights, you assumed that whatever scene they were shooting must have turned him on. He is always gone in the morning and always leaves a note for you.

You make excellent progress on the kitchen/living room, building and installing cabinets and laying the floor. The countertop guy came by to measure for the island and sink run. He flirted with you nonstop and even made sure you had his personal number. He was cute and funny, but he was no Austin.

Today, you are up on a mobile scaffold, working on lighting when your text tone goes off.

Austin: I’ll be back early today, dinner?

Me: What does Elvis want for dinner?

Austin: Elvis is about to pick up good ol’ southern fried chicken and mashed potatoes.

Me: ETA?

Austin: 30 min

You dive into the shower and clean off the day's work. You slip into a fitted vintage Pink Floyd T-shirt and black lace panties. You decide to finish the light you were working on while you are waiting, so you slip into your work boots and climb back onto the scaffold.

You hear the key in the lock, Austin saunters in holding a bag with ‘Deep South Chicken’ written on the side. He has big gold rimmed 70’s sunglasses on.

“Hey hunny, I‘m home,” he looks up, freezes, seeing you on your knees, reaching up over head exposing your belly over nothing but black lace.

He pulls the sunglasses down, looking over the top of them, “Oh Lord have Mercy,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Hey baby, let me finish then we can eat,” you smile down at him innocently. You finish twisting the wire nuts.

He sets the bag on the entry table along with his keys and sunglasses.

“Well you got me hankerin’ for sumat else now ‘at I seen you,” he is fully in character. He walks over and runs his hands on your legs. You click the light cover into place.

“What do you have in mind, EP?” you say, playing into the scene.

“Well, this here is jus’ about th’ perfect height,” he tests it out with arms crossed on the scaffold, the floor of which hits him just under his armpits. “Yeah,” he nods to himself, “ ‘at’ll do.”

You sit back on your heels and lean forward to greet him with a smiling kiss.

“Git them legs over ‘ere,” he taps your legs.

You swing them around to dangle over the edge and lean back on your hands.

“Don’ you evah wear proper clothes fer workin’ in?” he smiles up at you.

“I have on work boots, safety first and all,” you kick your feet a little.

He responds by pushing your legs apart. Wrapping his hands around your backside, he tugs you closer to the edge. His fingers run lightly on the surface of your panties: up, down, in circles. Then more pressure, pressing your labia together. Quiet moans escaping your lips. He leans in and kisses the blooming wet spot in the middle.

“Lord, I love th’ scent o’ you,” he inhales deep, and tilts his head back, eyes closed, leg shaking.

His fingers slip under with the inside hem and tease your lips. He chuckles low as you catch your bottom lip in your teeth as you inhale through your nose.

“I love how wet cha always are. Wet n’ ready for me awl th’ time,” his voice heightens your arousal.

He pulls the lacy fabric aside, revealing your pink lips. His tongue drags over them once, twice, then he pushes the tip into your slit, flicking up and down.

He leans back, lips wet, and hooks his fingers on the waistband, intent on pulling them off.

“Wait,” your hand is inches away from your utility knife. You slip it into the front of your panties, flick the blade out, and cut a slit in the crotch.

He watches you do this, his brows slightly scrunched, his mouth a quiet whistle of arousal. He puts fingers of both hands into the slit you cut and pulls violently, ripping the lace apart.

“God damn babeh,” he exclaims, “'y'are so fuckin’ hot, I’m ’bout ta blister.” He pushes the tattered remnants to each side, framing you, pink and glistening.

He flips your legs up onto his shoulders tilting you back, and immerses himself in you. His lips, tongue and teeth all join in the play: nibbling on your outer lips, lapping at the wetness of your inner lips, diving in and tongue fucking you; flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, wrapping his tongue around it, sucking, trapping it between his teeth.

Every time you try to push your hips into his face, he locks his hands to your hips, holding you steady. Pushing your thighs apart when they jerk together in pleasure. Your hands are grasping the edge of the scaffold, knuckles white. Heaving breath through clamped teeth, pushing out throaty moans.

Using only the glory that is his mouth, he patiently and persistently and greedily brings you so close to orgasm. Your mouth is dry from hanging open in a perpetual state of ‘almost there’.

His hands scoop under your back, drawing you upright as he pulls away from his decadent business, lower face dripping. You are almost wild with need, leaning down and kissing him fiercely.

He pulls you off the scaffolding and onto him, your legs wrap around his waist, untied boots falling to the floor, hips grinding into his stomach with need. Your mouth sucking on his neck.

“Calm down, ther’ wil’cat. I’m gon’ getcha wha’ you need.”

He quickly takes you into your bedroom and tosses you down onto the bed. You land with your legs open. You reach down to touch with yourself.

“Don’ cha dare,” his voice stern and reprimanding, stopping you in your tracks. He’s pointing to your crotch, “I’m gon’ take care o’ you, don’ chu worry none.”

Your pelvis keeps rocking against nothing as you pout. He leans over you, staring into your eyes, and slowly pulls off the wet and ripped panties, stuffing them into his pants pocket.

He unbuttons his shirt, slowly pulling it off. Then undoes his fly, kicking off his shoes, and removes his pants and underwear one leg at a time. It feels like he is going in slow motion as he displays his hard cock for you, a drop forming at the tip.

You are practically vibrating on the vision of him standing above you naked, hard and about to fuck you.

After what feels like days he finally crawls, cat-like, on top of you.

“You wan’ me inside you babeh?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No, I NEED you inside me,” you reach for his hips, pulling him to you.

“Oh, is ‘at righ’,” his shaft is rubbing between your lips, the tip against your clit.

Your open mouth moan turns into a begging whine, “Please, please, I need it all.”

He smiles a lop-sided smile and pulls his hips back, his tip dropping to your entrance. And slowly pushes inside of you, spreading you open inch by inch. It feels amazing. You are groaning in pleasure.

“Oh fuuuuck yeeeees,” your voice dips deep and long.

Once he is sunk deep into you, he starts a litany of dirty talk, resonant and Elvis-y in your ear.

“You feel so good babeh, wrapped around my dick.”

He glides out and sinks in again.

“Mmm, d’ya like takin’ my cock in that slip’ry puss o’ yours darlin’?” his voice vibrates your soul.

Your chin dips up and down. His pelvis meets yours, again and again.

“D’ya like how I give it t’ya? Ev’ry inch buried in ya?”

You don’t want to break the spell of his voice. You clasp him to you, open your legs wider, and grind your hips up into him.

“MMM yeah y’do.”

You never want him to stop-

“You are so amazin’ babeh, I love as how you let me fuck you when eveh and where eveh.”

-never stop moving inside you-

“I love how ya flood ma dick when ya cum.”

-never stop talking in that dirty, gorgeous voice-

“Y’a gonna cum for me,?”

-never stop- ever.

Your pussy clamps down on him, making him moan, pushing you that much closer to nirvana.

“ooohohoh Yeah, squeeze that hard cock, feels so fuckin’ good in ya, babeh.”

You try to push your hand between your bodies to get to your clit.

“Is this whatchu need?” he balances his weight on one arm, his hand wraps around your hip bone under him, thumb splayed into your vulva. The movement of his hips into you pushing his thumb hard over your engorged kernel over and over again.

It only takes about 30 seconds when the wave finally breaks over you in a fervid rush, a high pitched "“mmmHmm!” slides into an open-mouthed “Ohhh unnnghhh!”

“Yeah babeh,” he growls, “fuckin’ cum on that cock.”

He moves his hand and starts chasing his own orgasm as you wantonly ride yours under him, back bending to meet him, desperate to get him ever deeper into you.

“You feel so fuckin’ perfect babeh. I’ma ‘bout to cum so deep, fuck.” He pumps into you faster.

You reach down, nails digging into his ass.

“OH arrrgghhh yeahhaaha” he pushes deep into you, glutes so tight under your hands. His back rounds as he rams his shaking hips into you once, twice, three times. Each one accompanied by deep, wild sounds.

You wrap your legs and arms around him, holding him close as you both float in ecstasy, breathing hard. Eventually, he rolls to the side, taking you with him.

“Damn baby, I fuckin’ missed you,” his voice is still southern, but lighter and less Elvis, “that was not what I expected when I walked in.”

“I’m so glad you got off early and that you brought Elvis with you,” you nuzzle into his chest, “who knew he loved dirty talk so much, damn it really got me.”

“I could tell Kitten’,” he drawls low, kissing your temple, “I was hopin’ I could seduce you with him later, but clearly you had other plans.”

“Hey, you started it… I was just conveniently located … and freshly showered… with a costume change,” you admit.

“What?! You didn’t work in nothin’ but lace panties all day? Now you are ruinin’ my fantasy,” he teases you.

“Oh no baby,” you say in your sweetest voice, “of course that’s what I wear for hard physical labor. And darn it, now I need new lace panties.”

“Oh my god, when you cut those, I almost came in my pants,” he hugs you tight, "I am going to keep those, by the way."

"Be my guest," you giggle, “it was spur of the moment, but I’m glad you liked it. And thanks for bringing dinner! I’m hungry now!”

You get clothes on and go out on the balcony to eat.