#unhinged live rants incoming

[talisidekick]

My streams have been lacking focus for me, and today I've found the answer. I've not had a real point to stream or make videos. It's something I enjoy, but there's a passion requirement I've been missing for me to really get behind it. And I've found it as of today.

Answering the question "But is it good?".

My drive to get into programming, to make videogames, has always been fueled by the disgust of seeing game prices sky-rocket, PC parts rise, and the slow cutting out of the casual gamer from major release titles. Graphics requirements go up, gameplay quality goes down, and story content takes a back seat but the price keeps rising. And I go through this process every time I play a game and I've never showcased it. Ever.

So starting now, todays stream, I'll be dropping the graphics to potato mode. Killing the sparkly coating, and diving into where games shine or where they fail. And I'll be going over the game once it's completed to answer "but was it good?" in a video.

So if you like listening to an autistic trans girl tear into videogames and critique as she plays, I'm @talisidekick on Twitch and Youtube. Things will likely get passionate.

[eslanes]

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ

(thanks @faerie-tempest)

Okay I went a bit wild and did the whole challenge for Devon's family. This was really fun and I highly encourage doing this one!

(See below the cut for who's-who!)

Devon Grace (the influencer + cousin who's getting married) - The reality star, social media influencer and adult entertainer we all know and love! She's also getting married to her new boo, unbeknownst to him.

Stavros Pantazis (the new bae) - Literally new new, they met less than a sim-week ago and are now expecting a little terror of their own. No one will bother remembering his name and Grandma keeps calling him "Vlad".

Briar Rose Grace (the quiet judgmental youngin') - Devon's daughter. What can i say, she's a saucy little shit lol.

Brianna Grace (the competitive sibling) - Devon's younger sister and a bit of a brat in her own right.

Mary-Jacqueline Grace (the instigator) - Devon and Brianna's mother. She's a chainsmoking, hard-drinking hot mess of a broad. She's been known to get into fist-fights with grown men (and win, of course).

Catherine Grace-De la Roca (the cool aunt) - Mary-Jacqueline's twin sister and the only reason Devon and Brianna turned out half-sensible. Art teacher and travel enthusiast.

Rodrigo De la Roca (the world's most interesting uncle) - Catherine's husband and walking encyclopedia of weird and random knowledge. Has some kind of bizarre story for every occasion. Don't ask him to tell the thumb story.

Gabi De la Roca (the holier-than-thou student) - Teenage terror with brains to burn. She's banking on a full scholarship to Britechester to get away from her unhinged family.

Enid Grace (the family recipe gatekeeper) - The matriarch of the Grace family. Rules the kitchen with an iron fist. Whatever you do, don't ask for her rhubarb pie recipe.

Tony Grace (the overly-supportive grandparent) - Enid's husband and family patriarch. Wanna join the circus? Drop out of college? Kill someone? Grandpa's got your back (and probably the shovel).

Ronnie Grace (the bitcoin uncle) - Tech nerd and the lamest guy you will ever meet. Somehow his family hasn't left him for his constant rants about blockchains. May or may not have lost half his savings from investing in Llamacoin. Mary-Jacqueline and Catherine's younger brother.

Keisha Grace (the nosy relative) - Somehow still married to Ronnie (but doesn't know about the Llamacoin yet). Actually loves family gatherings because she gets all the dirt to gossip about with her friends later.

Niko Grace (the peacemaker) - Ronnie's son from his first marriage, at 31 he's still "finding himself" (ie: unemployed musician living in his parents' basement). You can probably find him outside of a family gathering trying to push weed on his younger cousins.

Grayson Grace (the golden child) - It's really not hard to be the golden boy when your older brother sells weed to children.

Tabitha Loveless (the passive-aggressive auntie) - A widower, Tony's older sister and Devon's great-aunt. Tabitha may or may not have flown to the gathering on her broom.

Karen Loveless (the live-laugh-love mom) - Tabitha's daughter. Cheerful to a fault, but please don't ruffle her couch cushions or you will face the wrath of God. Has been in a 17-year old standoff with Aunt Enid over that goddamn pie recipe.

Eddie and Jason Loveless (the d.i.n.k.w.a.d's) - Karen's son and son-in-law. They just got back from a cruise and can't wait to tell you all about it. They're really living their double-income-no-kids-with-a-dog life to the fullest. They considered leaving because their precious pooch, Tangerine, was not given her own place setting.

Kurt Loveless and Monica Song (the anxious new parents) - Eddie's twin brother and his fiancée. Just welcomed a bouncing baby boy, Chevron Fritz Loveless. Baby Chevron is so special that he spends 18.5 of 24 hours a day screaming his sweet little head off. If it weren't for his mother Karen, Eddie is convinced he would kill his twin brother and take over his life. Monica showed up to the reunion with baby shit on her shirt and is unfazed.

Kelly Loveless-Strong (the wino soccer mom) - Tabitha's other daughter and Karen's younger sister. She's convinced her precious boy is going to make it to the World Cup (that is if he can get tf off of Twitch). Fun fact: there's definitely wine in that coffee cup. Is 100% likely to get into a table-dancing contest with cousin Mary-Jaqueline later.

Colby Strong (the 'other' influencer) - The family still doesn't undertand how Colby got famous for playing videogames but they are all so proud anyhow, even if he is pissing away his opportunity at being a world-class athlete. Most definitely out back smoking weed with cousin Niko.

[suspicious-whumping-egg]

heyo i am a stats freak and got the "how is this index actually calculated?" kind of autism and noticed numbeo in your latest couple of posts so just a heads up - their data is crowd-sourced and largely not accurate! it's great at giving you a vague idea as to cost of living but it falls pretty flat in terms of more granular info like groceries and house prices. also the cost of living calculator doesn't take the purchasing power of an average salary into account, as far as i know it just compares it to new york. if you ever want to study the relationships between quality of life and geographical location (for research or, yknow, moving out lol) then numbeo does offer a qol index which gives you a way better idea of how "good" a place is to live in, and can be used as a proxy to better estimate the actual cost and quality of living there. but it's still kind of a mess. for example, their "safety" measurement is basically irrelevant, since it's based of an arbitrary test that people online can fill out (and yes, people have flooded the dataset with negative reviews of cities inflating their crime rates. sometimes for fun sometimes for some Very Racist Reasons). the metric for healthcare is based on a form people can fill out (again, 100% anonymously, 100% online, 100% with no verification) and it combines the scores to form a "healthcare rating" - what goes into that "healthcare rating" is very subjective and largely not something a patient could even know. "friendliness and courtesy of the staff"? this doesn't even vary from hospital to hospital, this shit varies from department to department. there is no fucking way a statement like "the medical staff in all of Turin, Italy is very unfriendly" has any merit. a score for "equipment for modern diagnosis and treatment"??? compared to what? does the average patient filling out some online survey know anything about state of the art medical equipment so that they can compare it to what they've been treated with????? (the answer is no). ok, sorry, i'm just rambling now, but damn this actually is just yelp for cities and not much else. in a brief flash of self-awareness, i've decided not to go into detail on that horrible image by geo.universe on instagram (the one where nearly all of europe is a green LOWER cost of living than the us). it'd be another unhinged rant about how they don't have a source and how you can't possibly average out a cost of living for the entire usa, where housing prices range all the way from "five bucks and a warm smile for seven acres of land in some rural state" to "$1mil and a kidney for an almost-human-sized cage in NYC". ANYWAY jesus christ what i wanted to get to is that if you're ever considering comparing "costs" (financial and otherwise) when moving out please refer to better indices (like EIU's where-to-be-born index or CIW though they have plenty of flaws too) and remember to always compare costs (this time just financial) of living against the MEDIAN net income!!! averages are almost meaningless because of weird ghouls who make billions of dollars and act as the number-inflating Spiders Georg of money. i'm so sorry if you read all of this. take it as psychological whump or something. it's been a long day and i had a bird fly directly into my window today and it woke me up after i tried to take a nap. i hope the bird is fine because i sur

Hey friend thanks for letting me know! I’ll check out the other metrics you mentioned (although I’m not exactly sure what CIW is? Is it Canadian index of well being or smth else?) and yeah I hope the bird is ok <333 also how do you best find like, the average cost of living/purchasing power of places? Is there a decent scale or metric or do you really just have to do a fuckton of research for everything? Cause I’m definitely willing to put in serious work and research once I have it narrowed down to a few places and once emigrating becomes a serious possible option but rn it’s just very off in the distance planning and I’m just trying to think about what would even be the best options to consider

[nikiaintfatnomore]

“You are so brave and so quiet, I forget you’re suffering.”

Shew. What a life. So much on my plate with kids, grandbaby, work, school, sports, house cleaning, cooking, puppers. It’s as though the world is on my shoulders and everyone wants to be around for the fun times, the concerts, the vacations, the enjoyable moments…but nobody wants to help take the ease/edge off and help as a life partner. It gets lonely ya know.

I spent my childhood being shown what toxicity was. How to be it, how to have a relationship with it, how to love it and how to hate it. I’ve been hurt by many and I did my fair share of hurting others as well. My kids suffering as well. My marriage allowed me to heal and grow and acknowledge my own issues as well as where I went wrong and what I needed to fix. It also allowed me to feel safe..for a while.

One thing I’ve found interesting is that men feel safe and good when you’re loyal and you take care of them. Women feel safe when you’re loyal and you take care of them also. So why is it that a female could spend years of her life, begging for a person to take her on dates, show her off, wash the dishes, be present, help with life, be an active parent and the day she gives up and quits asking, she’s the bad guy. She’s the bitch, she’s the nagger, she never wanted to have sex, she never seemed happy. Then they go to someone else, they take all the ways you’ve begged and told them how to act and they do it for this new person. The songs, the places, the style, the nicknames, etc; that’s all you. And they live happily ever after while you’re the bad guy. Then you’re left, doing the same exact things you’ve been doing all along, half the income, one less person to take care of, happier in some ways but still jaded and broken and not understanding your worth. After all the effort and time and energy you put into healing and growing and changing and somethings still wrong with you?

I want to workout together, I want to cook together, I want to clean and do projects together, I want to go on some trips and to events that I didn’t have to plan all myself, I want my kids to be so consumed in love and lessons and peace that they know they have a HOME in this chaotic and unhinged world. That behavior and action makes me want to have sex and make love and be happy and whatnot.

So anyhow, I’m done asking, I don’t want to be annoying and I don’t want to waste time and energy when if they wanted to, they would.

For the kids sake, and a bit of perspective though. Ask yourself this: when we split up, who will truly want to come over to see me and who will stay. Have I been the fun or safe or listening or educating one? Or have they been a nuisance and have I only shown them what’s bad and yelled at them over what not to do. Have I taught them anything other than what they don’t want as a parent and what they don’t want to be? Would I be proud of them for ending up with someone like me?

Just think about these things. Not for me, for yourself and for them.

Rant over.

[saturdaymorningsleepythoughts]

My wish for the new year

Trump drops dead on live tv

It's the Republicans' unexpected October Surprise. During an unhinged rant at a campaign rally, his face contorts in the middle of a word, and dozens of news cameras catch his graceless drop.

Fox News tries really hard to find some sort of murder conspiracy. A few thousand random MAGAts around the country try to riot, but are quickly arrested and prosecuted. To the rest of the world, including most of his base, it's clear he was old and terribly out of shape, and didn't need anybody's help dying. It turns out to be a massive aneurysm.

He had chosen a weak running mate again, because he could only stand to have sycophants around him, and that guy couldn't muster 1% of the vote on his own. Trump's base largely stays home on Election Day.

Democrats sweep almost everything, including lots of supposedly safe red districts, and at state and local levels as well. Congress is about 80% blue.

They immediately address the corruption in the Supreme Court, impeaching and removing Kavanaugh and Coney Barrett for lying to Congress about "settled law" in their confirmation hearings, and Thomas, Roberts, and Alito for bribery. Biden appoints a slate of qualified legal scholars in their place - none of them have ties to the Federalist Society. Their confirmations go through easily, despite the rabid screaming of some remaining Republicans.

Congress swiftly passes a massive slate of progressive legislation, including Medicare For All, strongly funding the IRS, a wealth tax (1% annual on those with a net worth over $100M, and 10% for over $1B), and codifying Roe v. Wade.

The stock market is highly volatile, ruining many Wall St bros and their firms, but overall doesn't drop that much.

The real economy does great, with improving worker wages and consumer spending.

The next administration passes Universal Basic Income, substantially improving the lives of 2/3rds of Americans.

The world sees America flourishing, and reverses its decline into authoritarianism, eventually even overthrowing Putin and Xi.

Anyway, I hope I get my wish!

[ef-1]

Oh to be a kart mechanic who gets to tape padding to Daniel's child bearing hips so he doesn't get bruised in the kart...

[candychronicles]

bodyguard // s. todoroki

A/N: my take on the rockstar/band/performer au for bnharem! i’m not a big fan of au’s normally but this one was a lot of fun to write! todoroki is definitely ooc in this one but i took a lot of liberties with his character in order to better fit the au storyline.

CHARACTER PAIRING: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,091

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, gore, fighting, death, oral sex (f!receiving)

SYNOPSIS: you were in it for the money, he was an unhinged popstar. how could you two ever possibly get along?

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the days at work were tiring, the nights even longer, but the pay was good and it was always satisfying to make a grown man cry as you knocked him to his knees and manhandled him away from your client.

Todoroki Shouto, one of the elite, the famed, the rich, and absolutely fucking annoying. sure, he was hot (anyone with an eye could see that) but he was just like everyone else in his industry: a cocky bastard. you didn’t mind his lifestyle too much except when it interfered with his job, like having to pry off whiny people who clung to him like their life depended on it, and for some, it probably did.

his biggest claim to fame was being in a now wildly famous band, namely the main singer. he was charming with a sultry voice and a personality that oozed confidence but he wasn’t always that way. in fact, he was originally a shy, anxiety ridden teen when he first joined, not sure how to use his voice or deal with people coming up to him in the streets. the life he lived was sheltered before that, training under his dad to take over the family business, but when sweet, innocent Todoroki confessed that he much rather be artsy and sing at the age of sixteen, things quickly changed for him. his father, Todoroki Enji, tried to convince him otherwise, told him that he didn’t know how the real world worked and that he would never be successful, but Shouto wouldn’t budge and eventually Enji caved in, or so it seemed.

Enji immediately enrolled Shouto in lessons, instructing him to shape up or ship out. if he couldn’t become successful in the industry, he would take over his father’s business instead, but that didn’t happen. Shouto excelled in lessons, blowing his instructors away with his timbre and control. he was a natural, and frankly, good enough to be a star. they weren’t so concerned with his stoic yet endearing personality. they had broken enough pop stars, molded them to be perfect model citizens, so what was one more?

the plan backfired immensely. as Shouto’s talent grew, Enji seeked out the biggest in the game, convincing them to give his son a chance at stardom. while reluctant, the board agreed, not wanting to piss off one of the most powerful men in Japan but were thoroughly surprised at the fact that his kid didn’t suck at all. in fact, he was actually good, really, really good.

they signed him immediately, whisking him away into the life of fame and fortune at the young age of seventeen. his range, the slight rasp to his tone and the ability to reach into somebody's soul and pluck the very feelings they try to hide so deeply from it’s depths pushed him towards the life of a rockstar. the freedom he had never been able to experience living at home pushed him over the edge and spiraled him out of control.

Todoroki drank, smoked, and fucked his way through cities big and small, getting himself into a lot of trouble along the way. the behavior went on for years, only getting worse as time went on. nobody seemed to be able to get control over the boy with the pretty hair and wild scar. after almost killing several women and one of his bandmates in a drunk driving accident, his team, label, and most importantly his father had enough.

the conversation between the two did not go well. Shouto was now an adult, legally free and clear from his father’s power. he had his own money, enough to live comfortably for awhile, even if he dropped the band, and all of the repressed rage, longing and anger that was pent up from his childhood. he was not stopping his lifestyle for anyone. that was, until you came along.

you were always a scrapper, getting yourself in trouble more times than you could count. it was just in your nature to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves and you spent many days on the playground beating up the bullies who picked on the sweet girl braiding flowers into her hair, or the boy who liked to play with baby dolls instead of trucks.

as you got older, your fights got fewer and farther in between, at least when it came to the public.

when you turned sixteen and kicked some kid who was trying to look up your skirt so hard in the chin that he saw stars, you were approached by a few men who slid you a card and told you if you wanted to make money fighting, come meet them.

you were a dumb kid and instead of running in the opposite direction and telling the police, you showed up at the seemingly dingy door behind the alley of a fairly run down ramen restaurant. knocking on the door and rocking back on your heels, you waited to see what would happen. it took a few seconds before a panel slid open, allowing you to see nothing but someone’s eyes peering at you in the mid-afternoon sun. hesitantly, you raised the business card in your hand, showing it to the person and jumping in surprise as the panel slammed shut and the door creaked open, inviting you in.

you nodded your head politely at who you realized was a rather bulky, burly man, before a woman dressed in a silky black dress plucked the card delicately from your hand and led you through the hallway. when she opened the door, you were taken aback by the scene.

people of all shapes and sizes stood cheering as two rather muscular men fought in an arena across the room. spit and blood flew across the floor as the two pummeled each other over and over again before one tapped out, the other man raising his fist in the air in victory. you stood, gaze fixed on the scene in front of you, blood racing at the thought of you being in the ring.

“addicting, isn’t it?” the woman whispered in your ear, a knowing smile on her face before she gently took you by the sleeve and guided you away from the screams and shouts into a private room that was much quieter.

you sat down in front of a man who was rather tall and thin, graying hair across his head and a clean shaven face.

“so, i heard you’re a good fighter. how good do you think you are?”

“uh-” you stuttered, not sure how to respond, “i think i can kick someone’s ass if i have a reason to.”

“is money a good enough reason for you?”

“money is a nice reward, yeah, yeah it is,” you confirmed, not pondering the question over for a second.

“good, you start on Saturday. come in comfy clothes that you won’t mind getting sweaty and dirty in. you’re my new ace, a secret weapon. give it six months time and you’ll be defeating guys like that out there in seconds.”

and defeat you did. over and over again, men, women, anyone who thought they were better than you were defeated by your own fists. you worked hard and then some, through literal sweat, blood and tears, to reach the status of champion of the underworld by the age of eighteen.

you were a wild card, unpredictable in your stature. you didn’t have hulking muscles and a sturdy frame, but what you did have was speed, the element of surprise, and the ability to calculate in a split second, all of which allowed you to defeat your enemies time and time again. this relative victory didn’t come without your share of sacrifices: hiding the bruises, blackened eyes and bloody lips from your family as you trained relentlessly, having to figure out a way to manage the steady flow of income that started coming your way as you fought in your first official matches, defeat after defeat as you trained, chipping a tooth and having it promptly filled in like nothing happened, having to learn how to disarm and fire a gun, work with knives and most importantly, losing a bit of your empathy along the way.

it came as no surprise when people who were much more powerful and much, much richer started taking an interest in you, placing large bets upon your head at some of the higher staked matches, a feat you worked your way up to after many years. you never failed to disappoint, knowing that these fights were the ones that mattered the most, the ones that brought you, and your boss, the biggest pools of money.

it was at one of these fights on a dreary, rainy night that you met Todoroki Enji, a hulking man that failed to intimidate you. you were used to people his size and bigger thinking he could take advantage of someone like you and it only made you chuckle thinking of how easy it would be to have him on his knees in seconds.

“i’ve made a proposal to your boss that he couldn’t refuse. he said he couldn’t and wouldn’t force you to do anything, but since you’re quite motivated by money, i think you’ll be intrigued by my offer,” he started, sitting down next to you in one of the VIP booths, sliding his business card on the table with a sly smile.

you were interested and entertained him, listening to him ramble about his shitty kid and his bad behavior. amused, you sipped on your drink as you absorbed his rants and whines about the negative reputation his kid was creating for himself, how he abused his freedom and power to the fullest extent and how his life was spiraling out of control.

“what does this have to do with me, exactly?” you finally questioned, setting your drink down and turning to face him, eyes met squarely with his own.

“i’d like to hire you to be his personal bodyguard.”

“sounds like he needs a babysitter, not a bodyguard,” you retorted, getting ready to stand up and move away from this blathering idiot.

when he spit out a number so outrageous, however, you sat back down, now thoroughly intrigued by the situation at hand. satisfied that he had your full attention, he went into details, laying down a fairly thin stack of papers in front of you as you listened to every detail.

“so let me get this straight. i’m to be his personal bodyguard, keep his shitty behavior a little more under control, whip him up into shape sort of situation. that’s it? and i’ll get paid that much for being a glorified babysitter?”

“you will have to protect him, of course. there are some crazy fans out there that climb windows, seduce themselves into his bed, stalk him, chase him down, but i don’t think it’s anything that, with your expertise, you can’t handle.”

you continued to ponder the situation before gesturing him to continue with his story. he rambled for another moment or two before picking up the papers and going over them with you: standard non-disclosure agreements, a detailed list of your job description and a contract agreement that he was subleasing you through your boss.

after a few minutes of reading the contracts over and discussing them with your boss, you agreed to the scenario, locking yourself into what would be a rather entertaining six months.

the first time you met Todoroki, he instantly tried to hit on you, but when his hand lowered down to grab your ass, you had him on his knees with his left hand behind his back before he could even blink. after that encounter, your conversations were curt. he knew what you were here for and he wasn’t about to let you get his way.

what he wasn’t expecting was for you to be so relaxed about the whole situation. he still drank, still partied, fucked almost whatever girl or guy he wanted, but anytime things got too out of hand, you stepped in, firm but gentle, guiding the crying groupies out of his bedroom after their time was over, driving him every time he got too drunk, cutting him off from any supplies when he was getting out of hand and most importantly, keeping him safe during his travels.

he never realized how much danger he was always in until you mitigated the problems with ease. he just assumed that being assaulted on the daily was something that came with being in the public until you broke some robbers finger when they tried to swipe the wallet out of his own back pocket. after that, he almost clung to you like a koala on a tree anytime he was out in public. you provided stability in a time where he was drowning in his own worries.

that didn’t mean he was ever nice to you though. in reality, he was actually sometimes meaner to you, the simple fact that some girl could be stronger than him set him off, always feeling on edge around you. you weren’t necessarily quiet, offering up any and all small bits and pieces about yourself that he ever wanted to know, but he never really knew you: not your last name, where you were from, if you had any siblings, parents, where you went to school, what your job was, who you were on the inside. it bugged him like crazy to know what your favorite color was and that you liked cheese on your ramen but not anything important, anything he wanted to know.

you liked to keep it that way, however, and would stay as friendly yet aloof as possible. this was a job to you, a job that would set you up easy for awhile and gave you a break from fighting for the most part. you wouldn’t admit to yourself that you liked the man more than you would’ve expected. you felt the way he clung to you as fans swarmed him, the way he always looked to you in reassurance as you walked the streets at night, hearing his sobs in the shower, sobs that were so broken and confused. it showed to you a side of him that was vulnerable, that showed emotion.

he broke down towards the end of your stay, realizing a little too late how much easier it was for you to do your job when he was cooperative and nice. in fact, he began to be more open about enjoying your company and spending time with you. it made it harder for you to continue with your job knowing you were falling for the pretty rich boy, for the man you were hired to protect, for the man who looked at you like you could do no wrong but vehemently would deny it. you began enjoying the little moments with him, the stolen glances, the laughing. you didn’t know what changed in him but you were glad he was someone you could get along with. underneath that crazy exterior, he was just a guy who wanted a friend.

your six months came up relatively quickly. it sucked that your cushy job living in five star hotels, eating decadent meals and working out in state of the art facilities would be over soon but you felt yourself getting lazy, weak and losing your rather sharp edge. it was time to get back into the grind and despite your heart panging at the fact that you would leave the pretty boy with the angry and sad heart behind, you were ready to go.

your last night of work consisted of the final show in Tokyo. tens of thousands of guests were set to attend what would be the bands biggest concert ever. you were calm, cool and collected as always, but the singer, not so much.

he spent the day pacing back and forth, warming up his vocals, hydrating himself, stretching and generally doing his best to calm his nerves.

in a rare act of affection, you reached out to grab your hand with his own, looking him dead in the eye and telling him that this night would be one he would remember forever; and you were right, just not for the way either of you thought.

the show went amazing, the crowd loud and receptive, the choreography flawless, the singing perfect. Todoroki ran off stage with the biggest smile he had ever seen and in his own rare display of affection, twirled you around with ease, adrenaline still pumping through his system.

you congratulated him on the great show and waited patiently for him to remove all the makeup and his costume. he emerged a little while later, hair flat against his head, wet from the shower, sweatpants and an inconspicuous gray hoodie donning his body. you bid a pleasant farewell to his bandmates before escorting him back to the car. he had requested that you drive him back to the hotel and spend one final night in the comfortable hotel beds before you headed back to your hometown.

when you arrived, however, things felt quiet, a little too quiet, and the hair stood up on the back of your neck.

“Shouto, you need to get into the driver’s seat right now, turn on the car and lock it. do not let me in until i tell you to. do not get out of the car, okay?”

he began to question you but before he had a chance to argue, you were pushing him out of the way as a knife sliced towards him, figures cloaked in black emerging from the shadows.

one, two, three, four.

you counted out the four assailants as you shoved Shouto against the car, prompting him to unlock and scramble in through the back seat. only when you heard the click of the lock did you breathe a sigh of relief and begin your attack.

the first man with the knife was tall and lanky, using his height to his advantage, trying to overwhelm you, but with a quick kick to the back of his kneecaps, he went tumbling onto his knees. now shorter than you, you were able to control him by grabbing onto the top of his head and slamming it into the ground, effectively knocking him out.

one, two, three.

the next man thought his muscles would save the day, but his size lacked any true speed, and you were able to land fingers to his eyes, a punch square to his nose. a quick chokehold and he was knocked out against the concrete as well.

one, two.

they both came at once, knives flailing in the air as they sliced your way. one managed to gouge out a chunk of flesh in your arm but you paid no mind, too focused on the task at hand as you grabbed the knife with your hand and used the other arm to knock into their elbow, making them loosen their grip enough to let go of the blade that you then embedded into their shoulder. the other assailant took your distraction to swing the knife your way and as you were trying to dodge the serrated edge, used their other fist to swing up into your chin. you felt your teeth chatter against each other, blood mixing with saliva as you bit your tongue. spitting, you slammed your hand down against their wrist, grabbing the knife with your hand and yanking, not caring that it sliced into your palm as you flipped the weapon around to shove it into their abdomen.

with both men distracted, you slammed your fist against the car door, telling Shouto to quickly unlock it so you could get in. when you heard the telltale click, you instantly dove into the backseat, yelling at him to lock it and drive as fast as he could back to the hotel. he did as he was told with an eerie calmness to him, backing out and around the attackers that were attempting to survey the damage that had been dealt to them.

once you had made the relatively quick trip back to the hotel, you hurriedly jumped out of the car, telling Shouto to carry his own bags so you could be on alert if anything were to happen, scanning each and every corner for a possible other attack. thankfully, everything was safe as you made your way into his hotel room.

you dropped him off quietly, not even attempting to walk into his room, but only fifteen minutes had passed before he was knocking on your door, a first aid kit he had gotten from the front desk securely tucked under his arm.

you let him in without a word, locking the door behind you and turning to face him. before you had a chance to ask what he was doing there, he had dragged you into your rather grandiose bathroom, sitting you on the steps leading up to the jacuzzi tub and pulling out the contents of the kit onto the floor.

he began by assessing the damage to your wounds, cleaning and disinfecting them before wrapping both your hand and arm rather efficiently.

“i had to wrap a lot of my own wounds as well as my siblings. dear old dad let the temper get the best of him sometimes and it wasn’t always so pretty,” he explained, teeth clenching together in an attempt to remain calm.

“thanks for this. i’m sure they’ll heal just fine,” you replied, not wanting to put him in a situation where he had to talk about his troubling past.

“you could’ve died protecting me today, you know?”

“that’s my job Todoroki. i was hired to protect you, i protected you, and i’m fine, thank you very much. this is not my first fight and it definitely won’t be my last.”

he sighed, rubbing his temples as he sat down on the marble floor in front of you, holding your wounded hand in his own, tracing the fabric that surrounded your palm.

“i recognized one of the cars in the parking lot. it was a company car, one of my dad’s cars to be precise. i know they can seem relatively inconspicuous but i memorized every car my dad ever had, big or small. it was definitely his car.”

you mulled over his words for a moment before sighing yourself, slumping against the stairs as your head rested against the rim of the tub.

“your dad sent those men, huh? that’s why you were so eerily calm driving away. you knew you weren’t really in any danger, that those men were secretly there to kill me,” you finally concluded, anger boiling deep within the pit of your stomach.

“yeah, i think they were. i don’t think dad is too fond of the fact that you and i got close. i-i like you a lot more than i let on, i’ve told him so. i thought that would make him happy, knowing i have someone in my life that i could rely on and trust, but he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t control you after these six months were up, think he wanted to teach me a lesson.”

“wouldn’t be the first time i’ve had a hit out on my head. this one, however, is probably going to be a lot tricker to deal with.”

Shouto sunk deeper into himself, body shaking with rage as he saw the fight flash in his head over and over again.

“i’m going to protect you. if you want to, that is. i’ll sign you on as my own bodyguard, however much money you want. i’ll be by your side always, make sure that nobody tries to kill you, tries to hurt you like that again.”

“i can fend for myself Todoroki.”

“it’s Shouto. and why won’t you let anyone else take care of you? listen, i know i’ve been kind of an ass but i thought we were at least friends, and yet i know nothing about you. i know your favorite color, your favorite animal, that you like sunsets and the rain and snuggling under comfy sheets at the end of the day, that your eyes sparkle when you get a chance to fight but secretly crave peace and comfort, but i don’t know who you are. your name, your story, why you’re really here.”

you heaved as you sat back up, staring him straight in the eye to find no malice, no anger, only confusion, empathy and maybe even a bit of longing. so you told him, you told him everything: who you were, what you were, where you grew up, about your childhood dog and all the scraps you had as a kid, how two strange men in suits approached you and groomed you to fight at the age of sixteen, how it was the only thing you knew how to do, the only thing you were good at, how you scared yourself sometimes because you enjoyed the pain that came with the fights. he sat there watching, eyes wide and unblinking as he absorbed every word you said, every bit of pain and anxiety, of longing for someone to love and understand you, of not having to fight all the time, of wanting to be vulnerable for once.

“let me take care of you,” he declared, standing up and outstretching his hand towards you, helping you up from the cool tile, hand coming to rest behind your head once you had steadied yourself.

he leaned forward, unsure and hesitant, before placing his lips against your own, soft and gentle, tasting of mint chapstick and coffee. you were unsure of yourself, awkward, full of aches and pains, wanting so badly to let go but never wanting to get hurt.

“it’s okay, you’re safe with me. let me take care of you, please.”

that was all it took for you to open up, looping your arms around his neck as he led you back to the bedroom, careful to not run you into anything. your knees hit the back of the bed and you reflexively tensed up, like a deer in headlights.

he shushed you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, heeding the bandage and wound underneath. you laid back after that, body attempting to relax as his hands ran themselves soothingly over your body, across your breasts, the flesh of your stomach, your thighs, the corded muscles in your calves, slipping your shoes off, your socks, kissing every inch of your body along the way, making sure you were comfortable. you shimmied out of your pants, your tight shirt, bra, underwear, finally bare for him to see, scars, bruises, all the imperfections of your life.

“so, so beautiful,” he murmured, taking his time to kiss every single blemish and scar that you had, wanting you to feel his dedication.

after what felt like hours of soft kisses, his thumb came to rest on your clit, rubbing in quick and precise circles, fingers gently parting your folds to press into your body, back arching at the feeling of him already.

“it’s all about you tonight, okay? just relax, let me show you how much i appreciate you.”

and appreciate you he did. he dropped to his knees, nose nuzzling into your pubic bone as he kitten licked your clit once, twice, three times, testing your reaction. you whined and squirmed at the feeling, already overwhelmed by his fingers lazily dragging in and out of you. you wanted, needed more, but Todoroki wouldn’t hear any of that. you deserved to be treated right, treated gently tonight, to allow your worries to melt away, if only for a few moments.

his fingers began picking up pace, pistoning in and out of you, his fingers curling in all the right spots, fists clenched into the downy comforter as you attempted to ground yourself from the overwhelming situation. his tongue worked against your clit, changing speed and pressure, trying to find what was the right combination to set you off, watching your every move intently as you squirmed around on the bed. before he even got a chance to get into a routine, you were already cumming over his fingers, creamy liquid coating the digits.

he hummed in contentment, pulling his fingers out to lick up the syrup, you watching with your pupils blown wide.

you went to sit up, body aching from the adrenaline of the fight, but he pushed you back down into the plush bed, tutting as he settled his head against your thigh, kissing, sucking and biting along the plump flesh, leaving little marks only he would know about.

his tongue began lapping at your clit again, this time harsher, more in tune with what your body wanted. you clenched your legs around his head, fisting his hair with your good hand as you tried to ground yourself yet again to reality. his velvety tongue felt like heaven against your body, coaxing moans and sighs out of your mouth. you felt your second orgasm hit you like a freight truck, tingles running up your spine. you tried to push his head away but he only held your body down, a frighteningly feral look on his face as he continued to lap against your clit, unrelenting in his pursuit to pull orgasm after orgasm from you.

after, two, three, four more highs, you couldn’t tell where one began and one ended, he was finally satisfied, pulling his face away, chin glistening in the dim light. your eyes were teary and red, overwhelmed by everything he had put you through. you had never been more satisfied in your life, and by the look on Shouto’s face, he knew it too.

your eyelids began to droop and your body relaxed into the mattress as you came back down into reality. Shouto shuffled around the room before settling you into your bed, tucking the sheets around your body and propping your head against your pillow.

he was enamored by your, by your story, how you opened up so willingly to him after tonight. nothing would get in between you two now. he was just starting to truly know you, know the real you, and nothing was going to stop him from wooing you until you were his, not even his father., and if her life was ever threatened again by him, well, Shouto would just have to kill Todoroki Enji.

[caffeineandcurses]

Stash’s Chai Spice Black Tea

Welcome, to my first venture into content-writing on this blog - journal? Post? 

I don’t really know what the kids are saying, and I don’t know that I ever really did, so let’s stick to blog, it’s nice and informal. I normally make a bit of fun about recipe blogs that start with a long rant of back-history, but it seems misinformed to not TRY to relate a bit of myself to what I’m writing, for the question of ‘why this’. For the well-intended record, let’s also start with ‘who am I’ - hello! My name is Kay. I’m a 23-year veteran of the internet (my twitter account is old enough to have a twitter account!), and a 33-year veteran of living, with a variety of hobbies and interests in the creative and the fictional. 

I got interested in the rituals of coffee around four to five years ago, but fell out of habit with it in 2019 due to digestive health issues. I was in the middle of a lot, then, and started to research and self-diagnose myself reading up on the symptoms and behavior of those with ADHD, under the purview of habits I noticed, and the relationship to my post-caffeinated self’s improvement. I still consumed a lot of energy drinks, sodas and teas to get my caffeine content, but it wouldn’t be until just this year, this month, March 2021, that I would get my answers.

I DO have the inattentive-type of attention-deficit hyperactive disorder. That is why, most likely, I am somebody who definitely benefits from a healthy relationship with caffeine. Someday, I may even be someone who benefits from a healthy relationship with a psychiatrist and/or therapist, and is on a proper medication for it, but, for now, caffeine is my go-to drug.

And let’s be honest: caffeine is a drug! And I’m NOT a doctor. Take use of it seriously. This isn’t my place to glorify abuse of over-the-counter substances. Just to talk about the habits I uptake, and share how I enjoy it, to maybe help others, and how I make it a fun habit for me, to stay attentive to what I’m doing and enjoy my experiences of reality.

I hope that wasn’t too much to get through - and if you skipped ahead to the next bit because you just wanted to know it and nothing about me? I don’t blame you. 

Today’s drink!

Stash’s Chai Spice Black Tea

With black teas, by the way, you normally have 47mg of caffeine per tea bag. Thank you, Google - please don’t laugh at my search histories.

An aside - what we’re really talking about with “chai” is “masala”. “Chai” just means tea! 

My preparation:

Two teabags

Temperature-safe mug

Two big spoonfuls of sugar

A splash of milk

Steeped for just under 5 minutes.

Most black teas say “3-5” minutes, and I enjoy a strong-tasting tea, so that’s my personal process. There’s a particular flavor of tannins on most black teas that I think the spiced flavor cuts, even if I have steadily added less and less sugar into how I drink it. 

I am not INCREDIBLY indulgent with my regular tea buys. I just have a stovetop kettle, and mostly use bagged teas for convenience, because too much to clean up after and sometimes I lose track of it if I just want my fix, which is honestly, a shame on ME. One day when I have a lot of disposable income, I would love to try one of the traditional masala chai recipes out there for the thrill. 

As it stands, on my CURRENT budget; I buy a lot of Bigelow brand teas, usually, but after not being able to find a flavor that REALLY appealed to me in its brand a while back, I bought a few of Stash’s, and I think they actually have the most appealing FLAVORED teas I had. Tea is the least jittery caffeine intake I indulge in that I still feel. Another bonus of the clean flavor, both on Stash and on the spice of the tea itself, is that it doesn’t feel like it leaves as bitter an after-taste that most plain black tea has.

Which is not to say that I don’t enjoy a good black tea without flavor - there’s something pleasantly floral about it once you adapt to it that’s “delightfully complex”, as it were. My other masala tea comparisons do mostly come from Bigelow, specifically, their Vanilla Chai. Memories of that one are from before I grew unhinged, steeping for longer, throwing in extra tea bags, so on and so forth, but I remember its flavor being less bold. Stash’s Chai Spice DEFINITELY feels like it has a more robust flavor, with cinnamon being the strongest note I am able to pick out.

About halfway through the drink is when I see myself start to bring my work into focus, and once it’s finished, I’m usually set on being able to hit finer details of whatever I was working on. 

The most strong hold of tea, or coffee, and its ritual, is also the concept of its power to make you sit, and finish it. If I have nothing pinning me to my workspace, I’m more likely to wander. But, PARTICULARLY with a fresh hot cup on my desk that I want to enjoy before it cools, I feel alert, compelled to focus with my leaf water.

A special note - when I first started drinking tea and talking about it when I was younger, a rando on the internet felt it necessary to inform me that I wasn’t drinking it right. Logically, I know now that person probably has a really unpleasant personality and younger-me shouldn’t have been so upset, but I want to state for anyone else who’s trying to enjoy a fun new beverage: all that matters is if it makes YOU happy. 

And if what you’re doing doesn’t harm anyone? Go ahead; try something weird. Maybe next time, I’ll dabble more into the weirder, cursed side of my snack interests, and we can encourage each other.

This will definitely not be my last time talking about tea, much less Stash, though there are a lot of other fun tea sources I’d love to talk about, and maybe, you’ll enjoy reading about. 

[ladysophy]

*Warning: Long rant incoming with profanity. This rant is about an alleged passive aggressive a**hole who mentioned my blog (about the recent Constantine I of Greece post) and falsely accusing me of being a neonazi and fascist.

Let me make something clear. I am not a fucking nazi or fascist! I’m just someone who is interested in royalty of the past. I am not a monarchist. I know many had views that us living in the modern times don’t agree with. I’m aware of that. I also know that many royals have vices and dark sides. With Constantine I of Greece, he was not a phenomenal king and he should have handled the Greek populace better (especially during his second reign). And I admit I am still learning about the Greek royal family from King George I to King George II. I don’t know all and I honestly try my best to be respectful to those on both sides of the fence. I really am not extremely interested in King Paul and afterwards. I mean no disrespect, but that’s how I feel.

I just had someone mentioned me in a post saying neonazis and fascists aren’t welcome in Greece. The funny thing is that the idiot didn’t see that I am an American and I am not a GODDAMN neonazi or fascist. I don’t want to bring politics into this, but this person is more likely an extreme left wing Marxist or communist wannabe who foams in the mouth when they see anything related to royals. That or either an extreme nationalist that can’t stand differences of opinion. I’m not trying to put down anyone who’s a Marxist or communist, but there is sadly a lot of people with this ideological viewpoint who are so unhinged that they hate anyone who shares a different opinion. The extreme nationalists are just as bad too. I’m not saying you should not be patriotic for your own country. Moderation is key.

This person has since been blocked. I don’t tolerate people who wants to start up shit. That goes to anyone else who tries to send passive aggressive messages to my blog. No one has forced you to look at my post or blog. Don’t like my post, don’t fucking mention me or comment on it.

On another note, nazis, neonazis, fascists and other right wing extremists are not welcome on my blog. Extreme and radical left wingers who hates anyone who post royalty are not welcome on my blog either. Extreme nationalists who hates different viewpoints from themselves aren’t welcome either.I’m not trying to act like an online dictator and I’m usually a person who lets others do their own thing because we are on different paths, but I’m not going to tolerate people spilling vitriol my way. As you can possibly see, this year (2020) has brought out a lot of crazies.

I want my blog to be free of negativity as possible since there is a lot of negativity going on in the world right now. Like I said before, if I sense someone is sending passive aggressive messages to me, you will be blocked!! Along with flat out rude and nasty comments. Your behind will be block! Mentioning me in a passive aggressive way like this now blocked person did? Blocked!

*Rant Over*

On a lighter note, I like to thank everyone else who follows and supports my blog. I welcome everyone from any gender, age, race, ethnicity, nationality, sexual orientation and political orientation to my blog if you have an interest in European royalty in the past. I’m sorry for using strong language on this particular post, but I have to (and will) defend myself over false accusations about me.

[canaryatlaw]

okay, well today was fine, uneventful but I’ll take it. so much of this week has just been so overwhelming. I firmly want to believe I’m not in actual real danger, because there’s no way he’s coming up here, but my bosses want to increase police patrols around my apartment and potentially get a home alarm system...after things really started getting ramped up my boss (the one who’s the head of the whole org) said it sounded like he’s unraveling, which seems pretty true being that he wasn’t acting like this in the harassment in the actual case, like he was being a giant harassing douche don’t get me wrong, but the threats, especially the more serious ones (like “I’m going to fly to New York and kill your family”) are certainly new and that’s concerning because if he really is becoming more and more unhinged it’s hard to say he wouldn’t be crazy enough to come up here and do anything, because if he’s on a downward spiral who’s to say he wouldn’t? ugh. this week has been the worst. I do have to say I appreciate my older brother who’s been super helpful through all of this, between recording calls and reaching out to law enforcement contacts he knows, he’s really just be doing a great job and I feel like more often than not when I bring him up I’m shitting on him so I wanted to give him credit there at least. I think a lot of it has been stepping up since we lost my dad, he’s largely taken over things there (in New York), using his income to support my mom when needed and such like that (if I made enough I would happily do so too, however unfortunately nonprofit lawyers are pretty much tied with public defenders for the lowest possible lawyer salary, but I wouldn’t trade my job for any other boring one just because of money). And I just can’t help what would happen if my dad was here. I feel like first of all he’d freak TF out, which is an appropriate reaction given the situation really, but then he’d be doing what my brother is basically about trying to figure this out. sigh. anyway. I should get to talking about my day now that I’ve ranted about all that. I fell asleep somewhere around 4 last night and got up around 3, so not bad. I relocated to the living room and to switch things up a bit I suppose I watched the new movie they’d been plugging on amazon prime video for the last few days, “Chick Fight,” which looked like it’d at least be moderately entertaining, and it was, it was definitely an overall solid movie, just not like, the kind of ones I’d really enjoy. oh well. After that I watched some Scrubs until Batwoman was on at 7. Episode 3 of season 2 already, things are going by fast. I thought it was a really good episode, they did a great job using the VOTW formula to cover while the main antagonists (or “big bads”), Alice and Saifyah, were otherwise occupied. Ngl, I laughed a lot when they were just like....”why did you bring this other person too” and Sophie’s just there like welp not much I can do at the moment haha. Ryan was great though, and I’m so happy they updated the batsuit and switched out the wig to something that looks a whole lot better. Her versus Zsasz (have I mentioned that I hate him? because I hate him) was an interesting combination, and her kicking his ass in the end was all too sweet. Alice and Safiyah’s conversations were interesting regarding the desert rose and just how it was spread between people, which is of course (presumably) referencing it being given to Mary and then her blood being used as the formula for the antidote for the bat poisoning, which is apparently now also curing cancer??? so that’s wild, and I’m looking forward to what’s coming next with that. and yeah, overall pretty strong episode, if you want to hear more of my opinions on it then go look up Batwoman Podcast on whatever podcast feed you use and you’ll hear many more of them. Anyway. I watched more Scrubs for a bit after that until I decided it was time to shower and start getting ready for this, and now I am here and it is late and I have court in the morning along with a check in about everything with my supervisor and the overall boss, so I’d like to not be too incredibly exhausted for that, so for all those reasons I am going to call it a night now. Goodnight peeps. Hope your Monday doesn’t suck.

[amnesiawivess]

okay i compared myself to charlie it’s always sunny “I’M DYING TO TALK ABOUT THE MAIL” as a joke earlier but actually the entire supernatural fandom is just a bunch of charlie it’s always sunnys trapped in the same room together i think and some of them YES some of them have gone cannibal with it and some of them are weeping silently into each others arms but you know what? i am thriving. i have spreadsheets. i have color-coordinated highlighted textual annotations. most importantly, i have ALCOHOL.

in my witch au sam didn’t go to stanford. WHY you may ask. the reason is because missouri and the other psychics taught him and dean that the supernatural isn’t necessarily a thing of horror that drives people and family apart, but something that can also bring people together, can form community, can foster love, so even tho sam has a contentious relationship with john and w/ hunting he doesn’t feel alienated from his own lifestyle and in fact has embraced it. meanwhile it’s dean that’s torn between two lives because he wants to be the good son but also he lives among WITCHES and he himself is kind of sort of a witch and he knows those two things don’t really fit together when john is his dad. is this an elaborate metaphor for sexuality??????? only time will tell but also YES absolutely.

that’s my charlie rant for the moment. like the town crier calling out the hour. hear ye hear ye more unhinged supernatural shit incoming.

[thestoryr]

Next tier.

Every day is a challenge of everything.

Every bit of me is challenged, mind, body, soul, finance, creativity, strength, etc. As of recently, maybe past couple months, I’ve been backed into corners, really being tested to my limits, and some days to the point of breaking down (which happened often). The internalization of pain, sorrow, self and pity/loathing is a heavy weight, but for some God blessed reason there is a spec of hope. And that little bit of hope is enough to work with.

In a fight for my life where things are stacked against me with weapons loaded, if I can find something to fight with, I’ll work with it and fight back-- that little bit of hope will go a long way.

I have a few things in mind, and I’ve narrowed down whats important to me.

- Making money on a professional-level. To do life shit.

- Retiring my father.

- Supporting my girlfriend and I with my growing empire.

Just reflecting and rambling....go!

I’m already doing this shit. I’m running a fucking agency in it’s infant stage. I don’t care if anyone doesn’t see that-- I don’t need them to. I’ve been told as a direct order, to pay attention what’s important to me. What’s important is me getting there, and anyone who is a hurdle I’m stepping on their heads. I’m going to make that stupid money, and it’ll be in the time I expect. This six figure income is all there, the mechanics make sense, everything makes fucking sense, and it’s very doable, and I’m on my way.

Lately, quite literally, everything hurts. I writhe in pain, I patch the wound, I limp, I crawl, and I keep on moving to the next day. This life shit, is going to happen, and that’s the curse and tribulation that runs in the family blood-line. The epic tribulations, and trials. Maybe that’s with everyone’s lives? But from what I can see from the sidelines, most people, not all, but most people have pretty regulated growing pains in retrospect. In regards to what they have to grind to get where they want--- their money, their position, their mind, their health has the at least the minimum requirement to press and proceed to get there. I would sacrifice the last few years of my life on earth to be in the standings they’re in, because if it were the case, I wouldn’t be here--- In a body with two souls, countless health conditions, and mental conditions; it makes it difficult. No one said this shit would be easy, but this shit is fucking hard, and some days I can’t help but have an internalized break down-- but tell you what, low key I’m fucking doing it.

I’m trying to better myself as a human too. And in that, I don’t fucking care if people see that as well anymore. I noticed I handle my multi personality disorder way better, my anxiety attacks are controlled, my improvement on my anger management improved, and I’ve been thinking less superficially which was another problem. This is the shit I gotta tell myself-- “Rewind you’re doing okay, you’re better than yesterday” I have the power to be there for my best friends, I have the power to save the ones I love, but another soul inside me asks “Who is going to save you?” So in that regard, I’ll just pick up myself, get a fucking grip, man up, and tell myself “You’re the only one that can save you. You got this, you’re improving”.

And as far as health goes as my challenge. All I can do is keep my heart healthy, and keep stretching my back...Every. Single. Morning. And now this shit is becoming fun. What used to be a challenge, is now becoming an excitement to wake up to stretch and light exercise for 30m. It made my breathing better, my physique look amazing, and it feels like I’m not as challenged in that category as before.

Spiritually, I’ve been challenged to see how strong my relationship is with God. Whoever the hell is reading this, and is looking at it from Christianity, Buddha, Judaism, Cathulu, Ra, who gives a shit. I was being tested on my faith to rely on Him. And now, I can’t forget to keep him in my days.

This whole rant wasn’t about self praise or recognize for anything. After that new year of 2017 hit, I stopped giving a shit entirely on how people view my life or want to view my life. I don’t care to fuck with new people and let them in. And that’s all this whole shit is-- what’s been on in my mind. I’m just doing me, and focusing on me. And keeping to my close circle of best friends from my team, and just focusing on my girlfriend.

Whether or not if loved ones want to stay with me or fuck with me. I don’t care, because I’m going to be successful. I’m going to hit these fucking goals. I’m on my way to build my empire, improve my whole life, be in the position I want, and get married.

This. Whole. Fucking. Time. I was being humbled by God. How blinded I was by everything. But I improved---- My pride was brought to a low. My selfishness as well has calmed. My possessiveness mellowed. My greed dwindled. My lust is non existent. All those fucking things I was shackled too, just unhinged its damn self slowly. And those demons I’ve been fighting in my souls are reduced to little ghosts that roam around trying to find a way to bring the sanctuary of my mind down.

I’m still going to fucking work on me. I’m going to fucking do it. Be the best version of me, whether anyone wants to be around my life or not. And I’m going to give myself more respect while I do so.

Just fucking watch me.

I’m going to make it.

To my next Tier.

[citizensaul]

Trump's CRAZY ranting

Most normal people know that Trump is unhinged and has some loose marbles in his head, in other words he is mentally unbalanced and that isn't mere rhetoric, the Mayo Clinic have watched him,listened to him and without needing to have him come in for evaluation have concluded he has a VERY SERIOUS MENTAL condition defined as NPD ! After the Democratic convention which brought out so many of Trump's mistakes,lack of judgment,arrogance,ignorance and dishonesty, he responded like a madman calling them ANGRY,NASTY PEOPLE !  That was part of the Mayo Clinic's evaluation, he cannot handle the Truth nor accept any Responsibility, blaming others for anything negative and praising HIMSELF for POSITIVES even claiming success of others as his own doing ! There is a Trump campaign add about Drug companies going after him because he wants to bring the cost of Drugs down and if Biden becomes President costs will skyrocket. He has been President for four years why haven't  prices come down, it's simple with Trump IT'S ALL TALK !  At the same time, as imperfect as the Affordable Care act called Obamacare is, it has saved so many lives of people with pre-existing conditions who were denied healthcare insurance.It was Joe Biden who reached out to his Friend John McCain and asked for his vote to pass the legislation and McCain's vote was the deciding one. Low income people could not afford healthcare until Democrats under President Lyndon Johnson signed into law what became Medicare/Medicaid affording healthcare for Seniors at 65 and low income people under Medicaid.This is what Democrats do and Joe Biden will strengthen  Obamacare and negotiate with Big Pharma for lower prescription costs and that's the truth which  Trump cannot accept ! Joe Biden has a Heart and Soul and is a deeply religious man, he doesn't need to parade with a bible to a church, he goes almost every Sunday when it's possible ,that';s what sustained him when Tragedy struck his family. With Joe Biden, what you see is what you get,there is not an ounce of phoniness in the man I had the opportunity to meet many years ago with my Brother Syd when he was invited to speak at the JFK Library in Boston. Although he was behind schedule, he stayed and talked to Syd and me for almost 15 minutes interested in what we did for a living and our families. There is a Jewish word that pretty much sums up Joe Biden and there is nothing better in this whole world than being known as a MENTSCH,. Trump would never be mistaken for one,he wouldn't know where to begin he is such a small insecure person. After John McCain cast his deciding vote to pass Obamacare, Trump never forgave him and demeaned his Service and Sacrifice for our country for which I WILL NEVER FORGIVE TRUMP who is UNFIT to be Civilian Commander in Chief of our Armed Forces ! He is Void of understanding the Sacrifices of our military having been a Draft Dodger when the nation called him to serve.  Trump has denigrated the office of the Presidency and REMOVAL is MANDATORY by the PEOPLE on November 3 !