#or is it too ealry at morning

[mausuwinasa]

It is past midnight and I am awake looking at pictures of Lahore pigeons and writing man made horrors beyond your comprehension why am I like this

[queer-chnospinci]

hellooo why am i awake i want to sleeb

[collectivecloseness]

Okay but can you do 25) that’s where all my clothes went but Steve saying it about his reader the girlfriend, and his and your best friend Robin??

Yes because I absolutely respect also loving brotp stobin with /reader for one or both of them haha, I love that dynamic! And absolutely a hc of my own too that Robin occasionally steals Steve’s clothes, as well as his partner doing so lmao

Prompt: 25) that’s where all my clothes went

Steve Harrington x reader, Robin Buckley & reader

You walked into family video at around midday, knowing Steve and Robin’s shift would be starting any minute.

When you entered the store only Robin was there, who lit up as soon as she saw it was only you, bouncing towards you before she encased you in a hug, one you eagerly returned as you took in the perfume you got her for her birthday.

“Thank God it’s you. The second I put my badge on and a customer walks in, I feel like my whole day is cursed.” Robin laughed into your shoulder, before pulling back with a smile, both of you still holding onto’s each other’s arms.

“Well thank God then. Can’t have your day being cursed. You’re riding in the same car as me when Steve takes us to the movie theatre later, I don’t wanna be collateral damage.” You joke, Robin lightly brushing your shoulder as she backed up a step closer to the tape rack. “And you don’t want me to be cursed?”

“Hmm, that too.” You agree, both of you laughing through your noses, before you sighed at the tapes that were definitely on the wrong shelves. A Nightmare On Elm Street was definitely not ‘kindergarten & under friendly!’

It only took you a second however, now you’d pulled away from Robin, to notice the dark blue shirt she was wearing, accompanied by some dangly bracelets and a black pair of ripped jeans. “Is that’s Steve’s shirt? Or is another one you both accidentally bought?” You asked good naturedly, remembering the time they both showed up to Nancy’s party in the same sports crop top.

Robin sighed, pinching the material and pulling it out from her stomach. “Yeah, I didn’t like any of my clean clothes today.”

You both nodded together, knowing the feeling.

It was a normal thing for both of you to steal from Steve’s wardrobe. You were both over at his all the time, sometimes hanging out there when Steve wasn’t even in.

One day Steve had left bed early to drive Dustin somewhere, but you were still lounging about in his sheets. You heard someone using the front door key, and Robin bounded into the bedroom, only giving you a slightly too ealry in the morning but still cheery “Oh hey!” as you tried to at least put a bra on under the sheets.

Robin had been swiping all of Steve’s jackets on a rack to the side one by one, and when you had last nights bra and Steve’s basketball shorts on, you joined her side, asking “anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Yeah. His brown jacket, you know the fake leather one? I’ve just got a new bunch of shit and I need to see if it fits these tops that pretty much will only go with that.”

You found it in a small pile and handed it to Robin, used to her raiding Steve’s closet before, and she knew you did the exact same thing. Occasionally with Steve in the room, where you both promised to give it back. Although now, you knew you weren’t the only one to use Steve’s gifted house keys to your advantage.

Now though, in family video, you took in the top Robin was wearing, feeling the material by stroking the sleeves on her bicep, and nodding knowing the answer to your internal question.

“Oh yeah. I wore that one yesterday.” You kept nodding. It was a good shirt. Very fashionable, and unisex. Not that shirts had genders.

Robin blinked, although wasn’t really surprised, looking down at it “Oh really?” She lifted the collar, giving it a small sniff test. “Well at least you smell good. It was on his clean pile.”

“Yeah I put it there last night, I only wore it for a couple of hours when we went shopping.”

“Probably for more clothes. Poor Steve.” Robin pulled a dramatic face at you, woeing for him, and you both shared another laugh. Helping Robin in her duties as you took three copies of Friday The 13th, and four of The Exorcist and helped move it to the horror section.

“I mean, I’m wearing his top and his pants today. Not my fault I can convince him to get pants that comfortably fit both of us.” You gestured down to your outfit, Robin giving it a quick applause in appreciation.

“Yeah” Robin started “Have you noticed he wears this one to work a lot?” She nodded down to ‘her’ shirt, flattening it with a brush of her hand. You weren’t even surprised at how well Steve’s clothes fit you or Robin anymore sometimes. Almost like he wanted you both to steal them, you could argue.

“I think he thinks this one is more ‘professional’ or something.” Robin gave air quotes at the word, rolling her eyes and smiling at you before returning to the task at hand.

You pull it a little from her waist, Robin of course doesn’t care, as you rub the hem of it between your fingers. It really did seem like a good material. “Well do you think he was gonna wear it today?” You asked, only for Robin to give an uncaring shrug at you.

That’s when Steve ran through the door, a good twelve minutes late to his shift.

Luckily his face went from panic and trying to keep the door from flying off its hinges, to a relaxed puff of air flowing from his cheeks, as he realised it was only you and Robin in the store, no Keith.

“Well thank God for that.”

“God’s getting a lot of thanks today.” Robin noted, leaving the tapes for Steve to sort as she went to lean against the counter. There was a really good spot the sun shone through at midday, and Robin rolled her head and relaxed into it like a cat.

“Yeah, that’s probably why so many people are avoiding curses.” You noted as you walked up to Steve.

“Amen!” Robin called with a finger out to you, eyes still closed, as you came and bundled Steve’s sweater up in your hands, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“What?” Steve said quietly, a lost look in his puppy dog eyes as he looked between his girlfriend and his best friend.

You and Robin both just chuckled, and you used his sweater to pull him in for another kiss. One Steve smiled against, even if he wasn’t quite in on your antics of the day. Giving just a quiet and happy moan, simply because he was happy to be giving you your first kiss of the day.

It was only when you leaned back, Steve still smiling hooded at you, slightly licking his lips, that you looked at the darker colour between your hands. And as you took a step back, still holding him like he owed you money, you were just a tad surprised. “Is that my sweater?”

Even Robin looked up now, peering her head aorund to catch a glimpse.

“Yeah babe. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find anything work suitable left for today.” Steve relayed, his hand rubbing the back of your neck, still there from when he’d been kissing you. You could tell it was from a drawer you left at Steve’s house, for when you didn’t pack for an unplanned ‘sleepover’.

Steve still felt comfortable in it though at least. Even if he was late with the chaos of tearing his bedroom apart. “I swear my laundry machine eats my-“

Steve stopped as you gestured smiling apologetically down at your shirt... and at your pants. And when you looked over at Robin, Steve followed your trail. Watching her cheerily wave, before he realised what she was wearing too.

He fell back on his feet, an amused smile on his face. “Oh. That’s where all my clothes went.” He bemused, unable to even sound chiding.

And even though you kissed his cheek in ‘apology’, you knew he loved the easy going and close friendships and relationships he had with you and Robin. And the others, because Eddie definitely stole that sports crop top from Steve after that party, because you remember chucking it out a window at him. You knew Steve loved his little family, even if you punked him sometimes like this.

“Well I’m eventually gonna give it back.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, pulling on ‘his’ sweater sweetly, as Robin called out “I’m not!”

Steve only wrapped his arm around your neck, kissing the shell of your ear. “It’s fine. It looks better on you than it does me. Although Robin could use a little help.”

“Dingus!” Robin called out, letting her middle finger stretch far.

Steve only retuned his half heartedly, before shaking his head at both of you. Getting his attention drawn back as your fingers graced his toned chest. “Just don’t get any badge holes in it Stevie. They look awful in that sweater.”

[swords-of-a-soilder]

The Healing Process

chapter 2 Exhaustion

Forever eyes scanned his many documents as he rest his Chin in the plam of his hands; he glanced at his alarm clock then internally rolled his eyes at the time.

Three am was far to late for him to still be up, but as Cucurucho insisted he finished the reviews and get back to him first thing the next day, he had no other choice.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, becoming painful awear that he was no longer processing anything he was reading. information had simply become nothing more than words on paper, words that made zero sense to his exhausted brain.

He finally accepted defeat, deciding it was time for bed he stretched his arms behind his back then glared in the aquarium bear of any fish.

Among the still of night, or rather early morning, the silence bought his mind to ease; while it was admitly late for him to be up, he appreciated the vibes that came with the time. That was until said vibes was interupped by a booming, shaking his office.

Forever hurried to his main yard, meet with Philza's unconscious, badly injured body. A large gash in his back, scattered between wings; of which he wasn't even awear Phil had.

But one thing was more important to him right now; he lifted Philza, then turned him around, he rested his head on Phil's chest and After hearing his heartbeat breath a sigh of relief.

He carried Philza, bridal stlye to downstairs, where he temporarily left him on his sofa. He took the opportunity to serach his bathroom for First aid suppiles but strangly found only classified federation documents.

He assumed in his exhausted stated he must of brought them there, he released an annoyed sigh then made his way to the office, supprise still that he had not found the first aid kit but rather more documents.

Forever becoming more annoyed by the second and as well as serivly concerned for his friend, brought himself to his secret room where he search any available chest for a first ad kit, then thankful found one.

He made his way back to the living room, but upon entery noticed Philza's abstance, In fact the only sign of where he went were feathers scattered about. so of course Forever followed them.

This lead him a hefty distance, exhaustion worn him down as he traveled at least a thousand blocks on foot. However he refused to turn back, his friend was hurt and that mattered a lot more.

Eventually he found himself on the top of a moss covered mountain, a large glisitening pond in the center; in that pond he noticed Phil, floating on his back half asleep.

Forever admitly stared in aw, at the sight in front of him, Phil's wings spread out on each side of his body, his eyes only partly close and his sapphire eyes bealry starting up at the moon.

The moon herself, bathed Phil in faltering lighting, the soft glow of the white light bounced so perfectly of his face, bringing out the beauty on his face.

Forever knocked himself out his self induced trance and instead attempted to enter the pond, he knew Phil wasn't in his best State of mind, so he couldn't possibly leave him there alone.

He thread the water with caution, then upon reached Phil gently took him arms and swam back to shore; he sat on the surface, holding Phil in his lap above, water.

Forever soon noticed a Waystone not too far on from them, thus he carried Phil with his as he approached the stone, taking the opportunity to warp back to his home.

Once Phil was finally back on his couch, Forever place the first aid kit down next to him, he explored Phil's back again, appalled to find the ealry wound had mostly healed, only leaving a rather unsightly scar.

Raised ever so slightly, it was the kind you'd get when you rub you skin against something sharp but it its still too dull to break skin, instead leaving behind a irretated mess that would likely go down in a week.

Noting Phill was in freezing cold water before, forever took that as enough of a disinfectant as he had no intention of taking soap to Phil's back. Therefore he once more carried Phil braidal stlye where he surrendered his bed to him, then adjusted the couch for his own sleeping purpose.

[callilouv]

:squishes ur cheeks again: i woke up at 3:24 am this morning :'D ~Lycoris

why do yall sleep so early and wake up so ealry, i have a friend who wakes up at 3-4am too😨 WKJHD

[fromtheothersideby]

DJI Action 3 - the Unboxing & First Use

We have been using the great DJI Pocket 2, which we upgraded from the original DJI Pocket, to record in the beginning, the lock downs & protests in 2020 & 2021, and then places of interest in Greece, Jordan, Turkey, Belarus, Romania, England and other countries. We started thinking of getting an action camera in 2021, and then DJI released the Action 2 camera in October 2021.

The DJI Action 2 was square and modular and after much research we decided to get the DJI Action 1. Reasons where it was cheaper, we liked the form it is in, as we were not too keen on the Action 2′s square form and it had more accessories, and so in November 2021 we bought the DJI Action 1. The photo below is of the DJI Action 1 when it arrived in our light box.

The next morning, we went out to fly our new DJI Air 2s and took this photo below with the DJI Action 1 camera of the sun rising behind the Tower Bridge.

On the 2Boomers YouTube channel over 2022, you will see we have used the DJI Action 1 many times to record some great footage and photos It is a great sold camera which we can recommend to anyone. Our last News video was all done with this camera and you can see that by clicking here.

DJI ACTION 3

DJI released the new DJI Action 3 on the 14th of September 2022, with availability from the 28th September 2022. Because we loved the Action 1 camera, we had no hesitancy to get this model as DJI went back to the original form, its battery life is longer, and it now had a 120 frames option. On the 22nd we ordered from the DJI store. We now wait . . . .

First of all we can’t fault DJI’s Store. We ordered it on a Thursday morning  and it was delivered Friday afternoon before 2pm. A really great service, especially when we thought distribution started from the 28th. The unboxing video was made with the DJI Pocket 2, you can see in the photo below (by Nokia 8.3).

To see the unboxing video & it’s first use, https://youtu.be/mqTzl3mvVLs

The Action 3 camera came with a case, USB cable, extra rubber ring for the lens, and the new magnetic connector (see below by Nokia 8.3)

The magnetic connector on the bottom and side of the camera case (see photo below by Nokia 8.3)

After unboxing we put the battery and memory card in, as you can see in the photo below (by Nokia 8.3).

Turning it on, the first screen we saw was to select the language - we selected English as seen in the photo below (by Nokia 8.3).

The screen to activate the device was displayed (see photo below by Nokia 8.3) and we then started the Mimo app and connected to the device & successfully activated it.

There was a firmware update for the camera, so while it was plugged into the mains, we downloaded and installed it (see photo below by Nokia 8.3).

FIRST TEST USE ACTION 1 VS ACTION 3

The DJI Action 3′s first official use was at a protest in London, but going past the Thames River the photo below was taken, with all the camera settings on auto  and set on wide-angle curved edges due to this). All the photos below have not been adjusted, they are out of the camera and into this blog.

At parliament square, the photo below was taken of a private journalist &  YouTuber, Tyrant Finder UK, who was there covering the event & streaming live, streaming on multiple platforms in high quality.

This photo below is again on auto settings and set to wide angle. The question is : What do you call a group of YouTube Streamers?

A smaller than expected crowd, the non show of any angatonists, and apathy, saw this protest fizzle out before it even had begun.

DJI ACTION 3 CAMERA SETTINGS CHANGED

Turning off the wide angle option on the Action 3 and settting its colors to normal, we then went for an ealry walk through Brompton Cemetery and took the photos below with the DJI Action 3 - these have been taken on auto settings and have not been adjusted.

So what do you think? To see video side-by-side with the Action 1 go here https://youtu.be/mqTzl3mvVLs

The DJI Osmo Action 3 will be our go to video camera on the ground and the DJI Pocket 2 coming out for when we need that really good quality an action camera cannot provide.

Subscribe to our YouTube channel and in the description of each video you will see what camera is used, so you can see what the DJI Action 3 produces in the following months.

[guooey]

[mocweepe]

hhh cw 4 delusions/unreality (?? idk m describing 1 n iz scary so i don wana hurt ne1 idk idk idk)

[how 2 helps at da end of da tags if u wana, im rlly scared rn]

[wheresmysoup-p-p-p]

Hmm waking up at 7am to go get blood work done is not my favorite thing but I can tell by the line of 5 people waiting outside with me that it is also not THeir favorite thing

[whereimfeminine]

alright friends i am physically and emotioally Exhausted its time for bed 

[fionna-cookie]

Almost just one werk left until treatment.

I'm curious and also anxious and excited. This is sooo weird. I hope the people there are nice and I find some people I can talk to.

Due to my illness last weekend I lost a little weight again. (＞﹏＜)

But not that much. It's no problem to gain it back until next week. I really hate it when I'm ill and I can just eat certain things bc my stomach is too stressed out. The food is always fear food what I have to eat to get better. This is frustrating and exhausting.

Also it was pretty scary to feel so relieved after loosing some weight. This is so wrong.

I wish it wouldn't feel like that every time. It makes it hard to not relapse. I hope this feeling will change in my recovery progress over time.

Maybe someday I can feel good about gaining? Or being just at my weight? Like everyone around me. My family and friends are like super happy when I gain some weight.

Someday maybe.

Also ealry morning pic. I'm so tired. But good morning everyone.

☆ ～('▽^人)

[delicatewerewolfsoul]

(18+)(pet play, degradion)

[20:36] Worked kicked your ass today. even if you got off work early. You felt so tired all you wanted was a good bath and to be loved by your boyfriend when he gets home too. You were planning on suprising him, since you were never home this early. You let your bag fall on the floor by the door lightly, to not disturb the silence that was already very prominent in the house. You push open two bottoms of your shirt and you sigh, the action finally letting you feel like you’re actually home. You start making your way towards the bedroom taking of your jacket in the way. You see the door slightly open and look at it confused. There’s no way he’d be at home this ealry, this is way too early for him to be here. You make your way towards the door slowly, not sure what to expect and what you see inside suprises you more than you would probably expect. His back is facing you, as he’s looking himself at the big mirror you have in your bedroom while all he’s wearing are the leather pants he was wearing when he leaved the house the same morning and something that seemed like a collar.. Wait what? A collar? You feel yourself salivating at the realisation and swallow hard trying to calm yourself down. You look again as he starts moving a little and you notice something daggling in front of him. No, it can’t be you think and at think you can’t help yourself anymore and you push the door and enter the room. He turns around by the sudden movement and sound, and you both stare at each other, him being way too shocked to even move "Channie? What are you doing?" You ask and you can almost see how embarrassed he is. He hides his face behind his hands, in an attempt to hide hid his red face, making you almost laugh, since his super red ears, were really prominent. "I-i brought so-something to su-suprise you after you come from work, b-but got so h-horny I t-touched myself a little, I'm sorry" he pouts and you smirk, starting to walk towards him. "Tell me babyboy, what got you so worked up?" You say at him, taking a hold of the leash and pulling it a little "or do you want me to call you"puppy for today?" He whines at the pet name, having more effect on him that he thought it would. "I was thinking of y-you fu-fucking me while i-i had this on" he looks down, kind of embarrassed after saying it out loud. "Really? I see.. Well, I don't think puppy deserves that tho, am I right puppy?" You pull at the leash a little and he gets the sign and looks up "puppy has been bad, am I right?", "y-yes". "Good" you say, and go to sit and the end of the bed. "Puppy will have to show, how desperate for release it is for me to help him, okay? Hump yourself on my leg, like the little desperate slut you are". He groans at your words and starts unbottoming his pants, feeling nervous by the intense stare you have on his. He opens them up and lets them fall down on his feet, along with his boxers, only for his bulge to pop out, red, already with precum, making wonder how much he actually wanted this. He sits on his knees, and he starts grinding on your calve, moaning at the feeling. You pull at his leash and he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes "look at you, being such a slut, desperately trying to release on my leg, so pathetic" he moans at your words and picks up his speed, while you still pull his leash making him choke a little. "Is my little puppy so desperate to cum?", "y-yes, p-please, let me c-cum" he says and you feel how desperate he is, his pace is uneven and he's clutching your leg for dear life, you decide, he finally deserves to cum "go on puppy" you say and he cums hard, white cum all over your still clothed leg. You pull him to kiss him, and then push him towards the bed. The night is still far from over.

[tomhollandisabae]

Thanks for 'Gold digger' dear ♥️ your so sweet and i'm juste giving you all my UWU. Well, i'm here for a request 👉👈 Can I request for a Tom Holland x Reader where Tom wakes up in a hotel room next to a girl without remembering the night before (because he drank too much). But the girl is Reader who got a hair color while she was drunk. And so Tom panics thinking he cheated on her {I don't know why I like misunderstandings so much 😂}

Awwhhh you're so sweettt🥰🥰thank u for ur support❤️❤️💕

Summary: Last night's events, turns into morning's misunderstandings.

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of bad words and sex

Masterlist | Requests

•

Cheater- Tom Holland x Reader

Tom groaned as he was listening to his phone ringing. He didn't know what time was it or even where he was. The only thing he remembered from last night was you and him at a club drinking and dancing. He finally decide to pick his phone up.

"Yeah." He answered rubbing his eyes with his palm.

"Hey Tom. Did you bought me the shoes I told you to buy me?" Paddy asked his brother.

"Paddy, are you serious. Do you know what time is it? You called me this ealry to ask me if I bought you your shoes?" Tom went on and on.

"Chill Tom. I just want to hear a yes or a no and after all these are exclusive Nike shoes only available in the USA at the moment. Do you inow how awesome it will be for me to be the first one to were these shoes at school?" He said excited.

"Ugh Paddy. Yeah I did buy you the shoes. Happy now?" Tom said.

"Yayy thank you. How's Y/n by the way?" He asked.

"She's--" Tom suddenly froze.

He had turned his head to the side, hoping to see yiu sleeping peacefully, when he saw a girl with her back facing him. That wasn't you. The girl had pink hair. He panicked. Your hair are y/h/c. He had screwed up.

"Tommy, are you there?" Paddy asked concerned.

Tom didn't know how to respond. How would he be able to tell his brother that the girl he was supposed to propose to during their vacation in New York, wasn't actually sleeping mext to him. In addition, a pink-hair woman was. He wanted to cry. How could he betray you like that? The only girl he have ever loved!

"Tom?" Paddy asked again.

"I have to go Paddy. I'll call you later." He replied in a hurry tone.

He immediately jumped of the bed and put in his boxers. This was your hotel room. If you weren't there, where the hell were you suppo to be? Did you fight? Did you see anything? A lot of different thoughts were crossing his mind. He grabbed the front of his head and pulled his hair in frustration. He began to cry and to breath heavily. He was an idiot. He fucked up. He lost his only chance with you. You would not be able to forgive him about that. How the fuck did that happened.

You finally sifted on the bed and stretched your arms, as you tried to adjust to the sun light. Your head was killing you, but you knew that it was worth it. Last night was so amazing. Tom was so perfect. He was such a gentleman. He took you to dinner and then after around 12:30am you decided to go to a club. You immediately knew that you would get drunk. Very drunk! After that he took you to your hotel where you were staying and lead you to your room. Well, after that many interesting things happened.

When you turned around to see Tom next to you he wasn't there. You sat up from your bed in a sitting position, letting the mattress fall down from your chest. You saw Tom in the corner of the room crying with his head on his hands. You immediately got worried. Why would he be like that? Did something happen? Did someone die? Why was he crying? Many bad thoughts crossed your mind.

You grabbed your silk robe next to your bed and hurried over to him. When you approached him you kneeled down next to him and put your hand on his head, stroking his hair.

"Tommy..." You whispered as you were feeling tears in your eyes. You couldn't stand watching him like that.

"Tommy, are you okay?" You asked softly. Slowly, he lifted his haid up and looked at you.

He seemed confused and shocked at the same time. Why were you there? Why were you stroking his hair? You should be mad at him, for what he did. But then he took a glance over your hair. It was pink. You... were the girl next to him, it was you, no other stranger, just you.

He felt so happy. His lips formed a huge smile. He couldnt believe in his eyes. He didn't cheat on you. He immediately wrapped his hands around you, hugging you so tighly that you couldn't breath.

You, on the other hand, were so confused. You had jo idea what was going on. How did his mood changed so quickly?

"Tom, what happened?" You asked after a while.

He pulled away from you, placing his hands on your waist, not wanting to live a moment without touching you.

"I thought... that I cheated on you." He finally said.

"What?" You asked shocked.

"I woke up and you had your back facing me and I saw your hair and they were pink and I thought that it was another girl and that I cheated on you akd that we broke up, but I don't want us yo break up Y/n because I love you and I want to spend my whole life with you, till the day I die. I don't want to lose you Y/n. You're the best thing that had ever happened to me and I wanted to propose to you. I still do. I want to make you my wife. You're the love of my life Y/n. I will nevwr ever love another woman the way I love you." He was talking so fast that you couldn't quite understand some things. But one thing you did.

"Y-you want to... marry me?" You asked as tears fell down from your eyes.

"Yes my love, I do. I'm sorry that you had to find out in that way, but I love you Y/n and I want to marry you." He smiled wiping your tears away from your cheeks.

"I love you too Tommy." You smiled sweetly at him.

He finally leaned down amd kissed you. He placed his palms on your cheeks while you had wrapped your amrs around his neck. He deepened the kiss and pushed you on the ground with him laying on top of you.

"I love you too." He whispered on your lips when he broke the kiss for one second.

He traveled his hands down to your body, guiding them to your waist and hugging you tightly. You wrapped your legs around his torso and he lifted you both up and lead you towards the bed. He placed you down soflty and went on top of you again.

He started kissing your neck while his hands found their way towards your hips hrabbing them tightly. Soft whimpers were leaving your lips as your hands your in Toms hair.

You finally snapped, realizing something...

"What color is my hair?!"

[sastheforestspirit]

I have something to say, as your aunt sas, older sister sas

We are not rest/sleep-shaming on this blog okay? My mom just laughed at me for saying I’m going to sleep soon. I don’t care you think going to sleep at 10 is ‘beging old’ and ‘un cool’ I dont care if you are joking. For me Teen and early 20 years my self-worth was what people thought about me, so those jokes was making me really staying late, but also feels bad for wanting to sleep. 

I’m a moring person, I’m not an alien I like waking up early and chill at the morning. You are not an alien for not being able to wake up ealry too. Just please let people sleep when they like. 

[xingmithefool]

For a girl that never write in tags, i went in on that last post ahhaha

(and in this one owbxoshzoshxoshdoshs my bad)

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Catch Boys Wearing Loot,” Border Cities Star. February 20, 1930. Page 05. ---- Four Lads Had Led Children’s Shelter in Windsor ---- LONG PREPARATION ---- Food and Clothing Had Been Stolen to Meet Needs of Adventure ---- Search of nearly a month’s duration by Detective Sergeant E. C. Hazen of the Walkerville police, came to a successful conclusion yesterday when two boys, wearing goods stolen January 26 from Adelman’s Department store, corner of Ottawa street and Windermere Road, were caught, in company with two of their mates fom the Windsor Children’s Shelter, at Tilbury. They were on their way to Chatham and points east.

COLLECT LOOT Plans for the break from the Windsor institution had apparently been arranged in the ealry part of January and provisions made to counteract the effect of a long, hard winter. So entrance was made into the store and three suit cases packed with the necessary articles of wearing apparel. When the suit cases were full as many articles as possible were placed on the persons of the two youthful burglars and with their loot they managed to get-away.

The suit cases were discovered a few days later when they had been hidden under a small ice station on Moy avenue near Wyandotte street, but the remainder of the goods was not captured until yesterday.

The boys had attended the Park Street school Tuesday morning and started on their trip with two of their friends from the shelter shortly after noon. ‘And we wouldn’t have been caught either,’ said one of the older boys, a lad of 13, this morning, ‘if one of us hadn’t got hungry and asked the station agent at Tilbury for something to eat. This boy kept us back too. He was tired all the time and was away behind the rest of us. We had to stop every once in awhile and wait for him to catch up.’

BEING DETAINED The boy who told the story is being detained in Walkerville cells and according to M. R. Winters will be sent to Industrial school in Toronto. He is the one who engineered the theft from the Ottawa street store.

On Tuesday night they were nearing Tilbury and decided to sleep in a convenient haystack. Three of them slept while the forth kept a weary watch over his mates to see that they would not be the victims of a surprise attack.

Arrived at Tilbury early the following morning the smallest boy could not stand off the pangs of hunger and approached George Wallace, C.P.R. station agent for food. Mr. Wallace questioned the boy who admitted that they had run away from the shelter.

RUN DOWN TRACK The other three immediately started to run down the track but encountered a crew of section hands. They captured the runaways after a protacted chase during which the boys dodged around trees and brought them to the station.

They explained that they were on their way to Chatham, ‘maybe to Toronto,’ and were found to possess total capital of 45 cents,

Sergeant Hasen and Constable Carl Taylor, of the Walkerville Police, were notified and despatched to bring the boys back. Then it was found that two of them had been involved in the theft. These boys were wearing articles of clothing which had been stolen. In their explanation to the matron of the shelter they had explained that the clothes had been given them by friends.

PLENTY OF LOOT According to Sergeant Hazen, the suit cases when found had been packed with masterly skill. The first contained one overcoat, one blue suit, one grey suit, three pairs of pants, two slickers, one pair of tan shoes, one pair of black oxfords, one pair of fawn spats, one pair of grey spats and two belts.

In the second were three aviator’s caps, one grey cap, two pairs of blue pants, one pair of khaki pants, one pair of grey pants, three handkerchiefs, one towel, one red handkerchief, two scarves, five pair of socks, two neckties, one pair of running shoes, one pair of black overshoes, one pair of brown sippers, one pair of gauntlets, one pair of woolen gloves, several pairs of shoe laces, one pullover sweater, one suit of underwear, one brown cap and three shirts.

In the third suitcase were found one pullover sweater, one grey cap, one pair of blue pants, one pair of brown pants, two pairs of grey pants, one pair of blue pants, one pair of brown pants, two pairs of rey pants, one black pull-over sweater, a pair of macjinaw socks, one suit of underwear, one cap, three neckties, four white shirts, three collars, two scarves, one pair of slippers, one pair of running shoes, and one pair of gauntlets.

SORRY NOW ‘I am sorry now that we took the stuff and I know we shouldn’t have done it,’ said the older bay as he talked this morning the cell bars. ‘But we wanted to run away from that place and we had to have enough clothes. We don’t know where our father and mother are and they wouldn’t tell us. We talked it over with the other two boys and we decided to go together. One of them runs away every chance he gets.’

The parents of the two boys who entered and stole the merchandise from the Walkerville store are at present serving sentences in Guelp Reformatory as the culmination of a family row. The mother renounced all association with her children rather than return to live with her husband. She is serving a six months’ term and the father one of three months. They lived at a Lincoln Road addrss in Walkerville.