#and they (landlords) just bought another new house

[heathermason]

the landlords want 350,000 for this place

#full offense to the landlords but they bought this place for 30k #and there is so much fucked up stuff in the foundation and actual building since we moved here in december 2020 #or whatever. it was 2020 or 2021 #none of the outlets work in my moms room and we have to use extension cords for everything and so forth so sometimes the power goes out and #we have to do the flip the switches thing #and apparently our landmate cried bc this is how she found out but my mom found out first #and they (landlords) just bought another new house #i hope you rot in hell #i moved in with a broken door a broken closet door super bad moisture due to the windows not closing #all the way and shit so my room is moldy on the walls near the windows #which also happened last year during this time of year #the real estate lady is heavily doubting that the landlords will be able to sell it at this price #and this house specifically the one we live in not the one in the street used to be a barn. come on now. theres a super low ceiling with #a whole bedroom of space like that we cant access because the ''door'' is near the top of the house. no latter. foundation is cracking and #UGH I

[bbanghiitomi]

| milf (man i love fish moms)

synopsis: kim minji who works at a cafe develops a crush on a girl who she saw in a pet store, that girl is her neighbor — minji doesn't know.

— nonidol!kminji × nonidol!femreader

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

kim minji vividly remembers the memory of when she first saw you, it was in a pet store located near the apartment complex she lives in. it sat in the middle of two restaurants, one is a fast-food restaurant and another one is a cafe, where she works as a cashier. she remembers how you stared at the fishes with so much adoration, your eyes were wide — sparkling like you had the universe inside of them.

minji remembers standing there, wearing her uniform and having to slap herself back awake when she realized she's been staring at you for quite a long time. because why the fuck was she there staring down an innocent girl gawking over fishes in a tank instead of doing whatever job she had? she literally only went to the pet store to bring the owner a box.

minji felt like a weirdo, for a moment only.

then she started thinking of you more often, not realizing that you lived in the same apartment as she did, the same floor and all. it's not like minji liked making friends, yeah she's sociable and all but she hated dealing with landlords and annoying neighbors.

so the door next to her apartment was always ignored, she never really had gotten a chance to know who the person living inside was. minji only got to know pham hanni, the girl who lived on the lower floor. they were friends, they also took the same classes.

meanwhile, you were stuck inside your apartment, which turned out to be the apartment next to minji's. you lived quite a comfortable life, you were content with whatever you have today, there's no point in looking for more.

you work at home, study online — play video games, eat, walk around the house and then take care of your fish, sometimes stare at them with your mouth wide open, amazed.

there's nothing in this world that you love more than fish, you study about them, you watch videos about them — you are practically obsessed with fish and there's nothing changing you. you see these fishes as your own, you bought them all the things they need, spent money on corals and bigger tanks, oxygen and fillers.

whenever you can, you'd research about a new fish and you try to look for them around every pet store that exists near your place.

you also have a turtle in a separate tank, you named him sheldon — which your brother didn't quite like.

your life revolves around these things only, and you could never be thankful enough for it. you never see a space in your life for love life, it's always unavailable because you care about things that you have now more than what you wish for.

but sometimes, there are people who are not content with your life — like your mother!

she finds your fear of stepping out of your comfort zone a not-so-good thing, it may affect how you live for the next few years, your confidence and more, and one of the things she hates is a kid who is fearful.

"honey, when will you find a partner? i'm worried you're not able to take care of yourself alone there." your mother sighed, for a thousand times already. it gets tiring but you understand that she's just worried, i mean you have no other sources of happiness, you have no one to lean on when there are problems.

you never saw that as a problem, it gets hard yeah but it's all good, right?

"mom, thanks but look — i don't think it's the right time for that. i'm still young and i have a lot of things on my plate right now." you answered, the phone on your hand and the other is wiping the moss away from the tank, it's not necessary to do that but you want to see your kids better.

"but who will you talk to when we're not there? y/n, you need a shoulder to lean on. you need someone to share sentiments with, to care for. you need to create more relationships, it's good!" seriously, you love your mom but sometimes she can get a little pushy.

but she did have a point.

"I'll think about it." you replied, trying to fight the urge to sigh in defeat. you hear your mom hum, a sign that she's satisfied with your answer.

the next day, you find yourself inside a cafe, beside the pet shop you visit all the time. you sat at a table near the counter, scrolling away on your phone to a website showcasing various species of fishes.

to be quite frank, it is your first time visiting here — you never paid much attention to this place, you eat by ordering and making foods yourself at your place. you liked it that way, you hated engaging interaction the social anxiety just isn't good.

you found the strength to stand up and make an order to the counter and as you walk — a certain cashier has her eyes on you. minji felt a tension arising from her, as you got closer and closer, minji got more skittish. she doesn't understand why but when she made eye contact with you, her knees felt weak.

"good morning!" minji greeted you, with a gorgeous smile on her face. you blinked at her and tried to smile back, but you screamed mentally realizing it might have looked forced and awkward. "good morning." you greeted back.

"may i take your order?" your eyes shot at the menu on the screen above, darting at the selection of food and drinks. there's this familiar feeling in your stomach, the same feeling you get during a class presentation when you're about to present your work or when you know you fucked the exam up.

erm, what do i want again? you ask yourself.

finding it hard to choose and to speak, afraid you might make any mistake and forever embarrass yourself. you remembered this one technique your brother taught you.

he said: "if you ever find yourself stuck in front of a pretty cashier and suddenly forget the basics of how to order food, just say — hey what's your recommendation? it works!"

your brother knows damn well it doesn't, and you yourself knows that too. everyone knows your brother is an airhead, he probably thinks it does wonders to literally anyone, then again he managed to be in a relationship with someone.

but alas, you were desperate.

"hey miss, what do you recommend here?" you were quite surprised, it went out smoothly, you didn't stutter and was able to hold eye contact for more than five seconds. minji smiled and pushed strands of her hair behind her ear.

honestly, minji has her own favorites, she has a lot of recommendations in the menu — there is a lot of good stuff in here but… she looks at you and sees quite an expectant look on your face (in reality, it's just you looking constipated and wanting to cut this social interaction quickly).

"i guess kombucha and cinnamon rolls, i think you'll like them." minji stated, her gummy smile looked pleasant to your eyes and you loved her energy, weirdly enough you were able to calm yourself down. with a nod, you bowed your head. "thanks, i'll take them." after paying, you're first thought is to leave the counter but —

"what's your name?" the cashier asked. you raised your eyebrows, there's this awkward twitching on the corner of your lips — you let out an airy laugh. "uhm, y/n." you see minji writing it on a paper before giving the receipt to you.

god, that was hard.

minji smiled, she really cannot help it.

you went back to the seat you were at a few moments ago, then started contemplating about your life, wishing you were sitting in front of your fish tank so the thoughts go 'round your head faster. it's hard to concentrate here, there are too many people.

your phone vibrated in your pocket, you dug your hand in and pulled your phone out to a message from you mother.

mom (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

y/nnnn my daughter

i still remember what you told me

so, do you plan on meeting someone?

i am excited to hear about your thoughts

seen.

ah of course, your mom again. you knew she's not gonna give up that easily — but there was no way you can convince her, you've already kind of… promised her a positive answer so it's hard to turn back. at this rate, you'd have to get on with it, get a date or something.

mom (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

erm

hi mom

i need more time,

i promise!

i need to get to know people more

sent.

you clear your throat when you feel the waiter approach your table with your order. minji stood by the counter, watching over you with a smile on her face.

the easiest way to find the perfect match for you is either through an app (which you KNOW you would hate) or through a mutual friend, which would probably be a safer option rather than being abducted.

mom (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

well, i am expecting a good news by the end of this month

i know my amazing daughter would never disappoint ;)))

and plus i want you to be happy with someone

i can't stand you being alone there

seen.

well you are quite miserable, you wouldn't deny that but hey — you are trying! at least, that's the second best thing you can do for yourself.

mom (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

alright i know mom,

don't worry, you'll meet the perfect person by the end of the month

they'll love fish too

sent.

your mother's reply came soon after you sent your message and you can't help but sigh playfully.

mom (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

they better love fish!

my daughter can't be with someone who isn't willing to be a fish parent

>:(((

seen.

you still love your mom even if she's annoying.

when minji came back to her apartment, she didn't expect a visitor — which turned out to be her best friend; pham hanni. "hi bff! did you miss me?" hanni grinned at her friend, walking her way to the dining table and taking a cookie from the bowl.

minji rolled her eyes and smiled. "i see you everyday, pham."

hanni laughed and stood with her arms crossed.

"hey, remember when you used to complain about being lonely and sad?" hanni spoke, making her way to the living as minji went ahead of her. minji sighed and nodded. "oh yeah, i was drunk that time pham, forget it." minji responded, getting a scoff from hanni.

"just as i found a solution!" minji looked at hanni as they stood in the middle of the living room, her brow rising at the bold claim from hanni. "and what about it?" hanni pushed her friend lightly by the shoulder. "oh, don't act stupid! look, i'm setting you up on a date." hanni shrugged when minji looked at her with a "are you serious?" face — not forgetting the pout on her lips.

"and with who?" minji snarked.

hanni shook her head, raising her index finger and shaking it. "nuh-uh! can't tell, jihye said it's a secret." she proceeded to giggle over the mention of her girlfriend, which made minji fake a gag to mask her jealousy.

yeah, i definitely DON'T want a girlfriend for sure.

"thanks to your girlfriend i guess." minji sighed. she really wanted to bite the offer, but the fact that she's currently into someone else (which happened to be you) remains, how is she supposed to be there and act all interested?

that's gonna be harsh.

but then, it's not like she's gonna lose something.

"so? deal or no deal?" hanni nudged her friend. minji rolled her eyes playfully and said: "deal, gremlin."

and you found yourself fiddling g your fingers as you sat at a different restaurant that your friend, jihye reserved for you and your supposedly blind date.

you hope whoever that is jihye decided to set you up with wouldn't be an asshole, that's too much to ask for but hey — that has to be at least someone jihye knows of.

you were nervous, to say that you felt confident would be an understatement — you lowkey wished the restaurant had a tank with fish for you to stare at, but all they have here is a tank of lobsters that are on their life sentences, to be served as a dish.

this isn't good. you told yourself, feeling the same bubbling feeling inside you.

"hey," your head turns and you see a familiar face.

minji?

minji!

or to you, is the cashier from the cafe.

"y/n?" she muttered, looking at you. your eyes twitched, but gave her a small and shy smile.

a part of you is thankful it was her, rather than anybody else it had to be that pretty cashier from the cafe.

minji was happy, rejoicing inside her head when you stretched a hand at her.

"l/n y/n." you cracked a smile, this time it felt natural. minji chuckled a little, feeling her face burning up with the sensation of your palms on hers, the soft skin rubbing on her calloused one.

"i'm kim minji."

then all your worries were washed away when minji helped you get through the conversation, you liked her caring personality. it seems like she finds it easy reading people's moods and is able to choose her words very well.

you liked that.

you like her enough to let this little date be more than just a one time thing.

"i study marine biology! i like the water and i used to live near a shore at busan. i have a lot of pet fish and a turtle named sheldon." you watched as she listened attentively, her eyes darting at your face and to your lips — you like that, her way of showing interest. you like it when people care about what you say.

minji doesn't really care about fish, but she cares about the ocean, hello? — she was the one who suggested the use of papers in their cafe.

but it wasn't as intense as your interest, you seemed deep in the ocean studies (no pun intended, really). it didn't bother minji, as long as a pretty girl gets to say what she wants, minji's fine with that.

"that's cool! you know marine and like bodies of water are interesting." minji sees the glimmer in your eyes, it's like the skies at night are nothing compared to the blinding light in your pupils. you nod at her. "i want to say more, but there's not much time left. if you want, here's my number. i can invite you to my place anytime you're free." you passed her a card, it's your phone number.

minji looked up at you with flushed cheeks, you looked down and laughed softly.

when you got back home, the first thing you did was get your phone and message your friend.

mo jihye U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U

hey

it was great

it went soo well

thanks

sent.

then your mom, you think of minji with a smile — feeling the excitement rush inside of you.

mom (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

moommmm

i think i will be able to introduce you to someone

don't get too excited but,

she's great!

she likes the ocean too

sent.

your phone vibrated to messages of your mom, jihye then an unknown number.

mo jihye U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U

oh my god???

really??

you like minji???

that sauurrrr amazing!

seen.

you laughed, kicking your feet by the edge of your bed.

mo jihye U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U

i get it now,

i'll invite her idk when but i will

sent.

you scroll through the messages.

mom (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

oh that's amazing!

i can't wait to meet her!

is she pretty?

does she have a job?

what's her hobby?

seen.

you decided to check out the unknown number.

unknown number

hey,

this is minji

;))

what's up?

seen.

you couldn't help but giggle; it's such a weird feeling but it's nice and you don't mind it.

minji ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

all good

thanks for earlier,

you're so fun

hehe

sent.

mom (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

that's way too many questions

still getting to know her more!

but we'll get there

just wait :D

sent.

you keep thinking about minji, it's too fast you think? but she's got that vibes, as long as she doesn't plan on murdering you, you believe it's going to be well. she's interested, and so are you — it's not gonna be that bad, right?

there's still doubt but it's not that bad to indulge yourself for a while, you hate second guessing and you like going for what you want.

minji ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

nah, thank you too

hey, can't wait to hear more from you ;))

let's see each other often :pp

nice to meet you.

seen.

oh how fast you two have been, but that doesn't matter. you were ready to invite her over to your place, and she was ready to accept it — making sure she guessed a date you'll give her an invite, making sure it's free.

you plan on giving her an invite today, though the both of you have no idea where each other lives — still, it's quite crazy right? you are starting to realize that it's not just liking, or interest, you are fond of her now and it's going to be hard to ignore the way she makes your mind go crazy.

the last time you felt this frenzy was when you first got your fish tank.

her smile, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her hands, and her lips. minji is a dream, the type of dream you get in a deep slumber. meanwhile, minji loves you — already, it's a foolish thing to say but she really couldn't get enough, the way her heart gets crazy when you're near. the circuit of electricity running inside her veins your hands touch, your lips look magnetic.

she's desperate for more.

"just finished your shift?" you asked her, your finger twirling on the strand of your hair, the other hand on your phone, pressed to your cheek— you laid on your back, your weight pressed on the soft mattress of your bed. you tried to fight a smile, but the sound of her breath takes you away. "yeah, about to go home actually." she responded. you can hear shuffling from the other line and figured it might be her packing up her stuff.

"can i tell you something?" you asked her, minji raised her brows and stopped from what she was doing. "yeah?"

"can you come over here to my place? whenever you're free." minji felt herself frozen, she looked around the room to see if anyone was there, took a peek behind the wall before smiling from ear to ear. "yes, i don't mind tomorrow." you smiled, practically trying your best to fight the urge not to roll over your bed and fall.

"o-oh, yes! i'll send you my address."

minji chuckled and nodded. "alright."

here's the thing, as minji was walking her way back to the apartment complex, you were inside your apartment — the door next to hers, she doesn't know it's you of course, and you don't know it's her next door. minji walked past your door and stopped in front of hers, then her eyes darted to the door of your apartment.

i wonder who lives here.

must be an old woman or something.

minji then entered her apartment and received a message from you.

minji ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

hey,

this is my address

×××× bldg. 3rd floor - ××××

see you!

sent.

minji placed her bag on the couch and read your message, her eyes checked if she saw it correctly.

the same building, the same location, the same floor — minji rushed outside of her door and then to your door, there's a number plate, exactly like what you sent her.

minji took a deep breath, then she knocked.

you were staring at your fish tank, heard the door knocking and wondered who it might be, it's not like you had any conversations with the person living next door nor knew anyone in this apartment complex.

as you opened the door, you were greeted by a not-so-much taller girl, your eyes met hers and you were taken back. "minji?" you peek outside your door and back to minji who smiled. "why are you here already?" you asked, with actual confusion in your voice.

minji chuckled and pointed to the apartment next to yours. "i live there. i just found out you live here too." she spoke with that deep voice of hers, sending chills to your spine.

you laughed. "oh my god." you put a hand on your face and stared at minji, her eyes looked so… cute today? you don't know, but you really think it's a precious sight to look at and get yourself lost in, the same feeling you get when you stare at your pets. then you can't help but smile wider, a blush painting your cheeks pink.

your mom will love minji, you'll make sure of it.

minji laughed, her eyes turned crescents, her cheeks flaring red and the tip of her ears are a thousand shades of red. it's music to your ears, you've never felt this happy with a person ever before, you just realized. it's like everything momentarily stops, but you are hyper aware of your surroundings, minji's presence and all — even the loud thumping your heartbeat resonating with hers.

you want to touch her hand, feel her warmth on yours.

"i like you already." minji muttered, her smile never fading. you tried to contain a squeal, something you really never expected.

"me too, i think. i like you too minji."

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[tangledinink]

Yayyy, another I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? sidefic! You guys voted for the Carol POV, so here it is! Read it on ao3 or below the cut!

Carol wasn’t surprised when she felt little hands tapping at her leg-- she had five children in her house right now, after all, all ranging from the ages of six and eight. She was no stranger to the occasional kid grabbing for her attention, (though they were trying to gently encourage them all to use their words…)

She was, however, a bit surprised when she looked down, pausing in her current task of chopping up fruit, to see Donnie staring up at her expectantly. Because, quite frankly, Donnie usually wanted very little to do with her. 

She had known these kids for nearly two years now, and she was pretty sure he still basically considered her a stranger. Which was fine. She was nothing if not patient. She was raising April, for god’s sake, she had to be. But she had to admit-- two years was a long time to be patient for. 

She could hardly believe that so much time had already passed. She remembered when the Hamatos first moved in next door. It was hard to forget, frankly, as the entire affair had kicked off with April excitedly running to find her, flinging herself up onto the couch and into her lap, quite nearly shattering half her bones in the process.

“April! The living room is not an extreme sports stadium--”

“Mama!” April had gasped, ignoring her entirely. “Mama, there’s people moving into the apartment next door!”

Carol had paused for a moment, blinking in quiet surprise. They had new tenants already? The building had been empty for some time since that house fire back when April was still a baby, and she was aware that someone had bought it-- a new landlord, she assumed-- and had started to do work on the place. But that had only been a month or so ago, if even. Surely they couldn’t be completely done with all the needed repairs and renovations, could they? And had already found new tenants? Who would be desperate enough to rent an apartment that was still under repairs-- and then move in?

“Are you sure they’re not just the construction people, sweetheart?” She had asked, raising a brow, and April shook her head firmly, her lips curving into a pout.

“Nu-uh! They’re moving people! They were moving a couch! I saw them!” She insisted, pointing. “Here! Come look!”

And Carol had sighed, not especially wanting to get up, but she did anyway, following after her daughter to peer out the window of their apartment, and.

Huh.

She supposed she was right. They were movers.

“See? I told you! People are moving in!” April cried, gesturing to the window.

“I stand corrected,” Carol remarked, leaning back and placing a hand on her hips, frowning a bit. Well, that was odd. She wondered if anyone from the apartments upstairs knew anything about this… She’d have to corner Jackalyn the next time she ran into her.

“Well. It looks like we’re getting new neighbors,” she had mused, crossing her arms over her chest, and silently saying a prayer that it wasn’t anyone crazy. And when she asked her husband about it later, in the evening, after April had already been put to bed and they were curled up on the couch watching TV, he had said, “I heard that someone bought up the whole building and is moving in themselves,” and she had raised up a brow and thought, ‘that whole building? All to themselves?’ and then thought ‘oh great, they probably are crazy. Rich and eccentric crazy.’

---

It would take another month before Carol discovered that they were, in fact, crazy. Rich and eccentric crazy. Just not the exact brand that she was expecting. 

“August!” She hissed fervently into her cell phone once she was in the safety of her own apartment again, absolutely vibrating.

“Carol? What’s wrong, hun?”

“Our neighbor is Lou Jitsu!”

“... Excuse me?”

“The new neighbor! The person who just moved in next door-- it’s the Lou Jitsu! I just ran into him outside!” She pressed.

“... Lou Jitsu the actor? With the ramen brand?”

“Yes! Him! The Lou Jitsu!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” Carol insisted. “It’s actually him! I asked! And he admitted it! Lou Jitsu the action film star bought out the entire brownstone next door!”

“... Huh. Well damn. that’s… interesting.”

“And he has four babies.”

“I’m sorry, he what?”

---

It would be a week after that phone call when her April came running into the house, absolutely covered in filth from head-to-toe, (oh god, her hair,) and cheerfully informed her that the kids from next door were her new best friends and that they were very weird, but she liked them a lot.

Well… great. That was fantastic. 

Their next-door neighbor was a rich, famous action film star from Hollywood, the literal teenage heartthrob of the 80’s, and he had four little kids that played in the garbage with her kid. 

…How... wonderful. 

But it made April happy, and she wasn’t the type of parent to try to control who her kid made friends with, (especially when April already had a hard time with it,) so they kept playing together. They were right next door, after all, and April already spent a great deal of time wandering around in the little dead-end alley between the two apartment buildings, with the door propped open so Carol could hear her and keep an eye on her, and it seemed so did Lou Jitsu’s boys, so…

They saw each other, sure. She would catch sight of the actor across the way through the window, watching the kids play, and he would see her, and they would wave. And sometimes they’d go out into the alley at the same time for one reason or another, and they’d say hello and make a bit of small talk, but it would be another week and a half after April’s declaration of friendship before Lou Jitsu the famous action film star from Hollywood and the literal teenage heartthrob of the 80’s invited her and her child over to their house for tea.

“You’ll like them, Mama,” April had excitedly informed her as laced up her sneakers, grinning up at her with big eyes.

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“They’re super weird. One of them has stripes on his face--”

“April, baby, that’s not very nice.”

“But he does! They’re stripes. He says they are.”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

“He’s really funny. And annoying. And he has a twin brother, and he doesn’t know how to talk yet, but he makes noises like cheep cheep cheep and they’re funny, and he can build robots! And they have a little helicopter with a remote and he can fly it so good. And then one of them can pick me and Mikey up at the same time! And he can kick a ball so far, Mama, it’s cool!!!”

“I see.”

“And then one of ‘em--”

“April, baby, are you almost done with your shoes?”

“Uh-huh,” April reported, scrambling up to her feet.

“Okay. Let’s go then, okay? Are you ready?”

“Yep!” April confirmed easily, scampering over to her mom’s side to grab onto her hand. Ooh, Carol wished she felt as enthusiastic as she did... 

“Alright. Let’s go,” she said, taking in a long, deep breath before letting it out through her nose and making the long, arduous trek to the next-door neighbor’s house, hesitating for just a moment before she rang the doorbell.

“I’LL GET IT! I’LL GET IT!”

“NO, I WANNA DO IT!”

“IT’S MY TURN--”

She could already hear boisterous screams from inside, and she couldn’t resist the tiniest smile. The shrieks of children quickly became clatters and thunks, however, and a moment later, the door swung open, and she was met by three children-- two wrestling with each other viciously in the background, and the third holding open the door, staring up at her with wide eyes.

“Hi.”

“Raph!” April squeaked in delight, wasting no time in throwing herself at the larger child, who beamed in response, scooping her up in a hug and lifting her up off the ground with ease as she giggled. Raph? Didn’t April say they were the same age? Jesus, what is he feeding this kid…

“What did I say about best behavior!? This is not best behavior!” A voice rang through the chaos a moment later, and a somewhat frazzled-looking man stepped into her field of vision, scooping the two wrestling children up off the ground with a sweep of his arms.

“Orange, stop it-- Blue, let go of his hair!” He scolded, separating them. “Or you will not get to play with Miss April!”

“He started it!” One of the children, (who, admittedly, did kind of have stripes over his eyes,) accused.

“Doesn’t matter. Shoo. Go sit in the living room. No more hitting,” he insisted, waving them both off, before he quickly moved to the doorway.

“I am so sorry about that…! Raphael, what did we say about opening the door by ourselves?”

“Uhmmmmmm,” the child stared up at their father, seeming to hesitate for a second. “... To not to?”

“Exactly,” he said, and Carol couldn’t help but smile a tiny bit at the long-suffering tone in his voice. “Go and check your little brothers aren’t still fighting for me real quick, okay?”

“Okay!” Raphael agreed easily, finally letting go of her daughter in order to scamper off, and Lou Jitsu sighed deeply. And he hesitated for a second. And he chuckled sheepishly and moved to the side.

“Sorry about that…! Here-- please. Come in.”

“Oh-- it’s fine!” Carol assured, laughing nervously as she slowly made her way inside. April wasted no time at all, happy to invite herself in and scamper down the hallway. “I know how children are…!”

“Yes, well…! I thought, since the kids are such good friends, it would be a good idea for us to get a chance to… chat!” He said, and Carol was quietly shocked that he seemed nervous. Lou Jitsu, the famous movie film star from Hollywood and literal teenage heartthrob from the 80’s…

Was nervous to talk to her?

… Somehow that made her feel so much more at ease.

And she was shocked by how truly pleasant their chat over tea ended up being.

She supposed she had perhaps come into this with a few preconceived notions, but Yoshi was a lot more down-to-earth than she expected, and the way he talked about his children was, quite frankly, heart-warming. The two of them chatted about the horrors of the administrative side of the New York public school systems, the tribulations of trying to keep their kids from breaking their own necks with their over-enthusiastic acrobatics, and of all the crazy stories that they brought home to them when they went out to play together. And by the time Carol was herding April back out the door, quite a few hours later, to head back home, they already had plans for their next visit the same time next week.

It wasn’t until Carol got back home to their own apartment that she realized she had only seen three boys during their trip.

“April, honey,” she had said, glancing down at the child. “Doesn’t Mr. Hamato have four kids?”

“Yeah,” April had replied with a hum. “But Donnie didn’t wanna play today, Leo said, so he stayed in his room.”

And that had been odd, but Carol had told herself not to think too deeply on it, concluding that he must just be shy, and let it go. 

---

It was after four playdates, during which she saw neither hide nor hair of this alleged twin brother that Leo had, that Carol finally, hesitantly, gently brought it up to Yoshi. And he had laughed nervously, looking to the side.

“Ah. Well. Purple doesn’t really like… new things very much,” he had explained slowly. “He’s not shy, exactly, he’s just… particular. I’m worried he might be a little… overwhelmed, I think the move has been hard on him--”

Carol hadn’t realized she was opening up such floodgates. But she listened anyway, suspecting quietly that he had never had a chance to talk about any of this with anyone else before.

She hadn’t expected herself to get so damn attached to a kid who she had literally never met before. 

She had already quietly garnered a great deal of private sympathy for Yoshi in the time she had known him. Just April was already plenty for her, thank you very much, and she had August to help her. Yoshi was doing things, it seemed, entirely on his own-- and he had literally four times as many children as she did. Besides that, she wouldn’t sit here and pretend like she hadn’t read any of the news articles about him over the past fifteen years or so... But as Yoshi fret in a hushed tone over how his other three boys seemed to be doing so well but Donnie seemed to be struggling so much, she couldn’t help but feel her heartstrings quiver in response.

Really, she didn’t mind being a sounding board. She didn’t have any more experience or insight than he did that she could pass along, but she got the impression that at least being able to talk about it helped. And so, when their pediatrician suggested testing, and Yoshi worried about whether or not it was the right choice, she had been happy to listen. And when they started school and Yoshi agonized over how Donnie in particular would fare, she listened to that, too. And when Donnie was diagnosed with autism, she listened, and she did some quiet research at home in her own time, just for the sake of knowing. And when Yoshi excitedly showed her the sign language the family had started learning, over the moon that his child was taking to it so well and that he was finally able to communicate with him without being forced to jump through a million hoops first, she had celebrated with him and then started learning the language, too, along with her husband and daughter. And when Yoshi had told her that Donnie had started talking out loud sometimes in the home, tearing up a little as he did so, so had she, even though she still didn’t even know the kid. But she had heard a million stories about him, both from Yoshi and from April, and for a minute there, it had seemed like he was having such a hard time. 

But now it seemed like he was making so much progress so fast, and she couldn’t help but be overjoyed on his behalf. 

---

The Hamatos had been her next-door neighbors for about four months before she finally did, in fact, meet Donatello. 

In fact, he opened the door for her when she rang the doorbell.

April was, of course, completely unphased. She gasped in absolute delight at the sight of the elder Hamato twin, absolutely dancing on the tips of her toes.

“DONNIE! Are you gonna play with us today!?”

He had kept quiet for a moment, glancing up at Carol with narrowed, suspicious eyes, and then he nodded.

“Can we do the robot battle thing?!”

He nodded again, shifting a bit so that they could come inside, and Carol was trying so, so hard not to gape.

It wasn’t like she had never seen Donnie before. She had seen him plenty of times. He and his brothers and April played in the alley outside the house all the time, of course, she had seen him. She had just never seen him… up close. He always made himself scarce any time she went outside to check on April or speak with her or bring her in for the evening, finding the nearest hiding place each time with shocking speed, and he had certainly never acknowledged her in any way before.

She felt stupidly giddy over something as small as a five-year-old glaring at her, and she cleared her throat a little as she stepped into the apartment, carefully toeing her shoes off.

“Do you know where your Dad is, Donnie?”

Donnie had kept quiet for a second, seeming to consider this, before he nodded, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

“Oh, okay. Thank you.”

And she wasn’t very good at sign language yet, but he had just barely glanced up at her before he put his head back down and signed, ‘you’re welcome,’ and oh my god she could have cried.

---

After that, Donnie would come down to play every time she and April visited. He still hid sometimes when she came out into the alley, but he did it less and less often as time went by, and Carol considered that a success in and of itself.

It was about two weeks after she had properly met him that she finally got up the courage to bring up the sorry state of the poor boy’s hair. And Yoshi had groaned softly, burying his face in his hands.

“I know! I know, it’s awful. I have no idea what I’m doing,” he lamented. “I started bringing the other boys to a hairdresser, but Donnie won’t let anyone else touch him,” he explained wearily. “We tried, and he bit the poor woman! I’m still trying to figure it out, but he just has such little tolerance for it! I can only get him to sit with me and work on it for maybe five or ten minutes at a time before he’s ready to bite me, too…!”

And Carol had pursed her lips, and eventually said,

“Can I help?”

And so, she had started the process of teaching Yoshi how to take care of his sons’ hair properly. And Yoshi really had been trying-- he had done his research, and he wasn’t doing a horrible job or anything, by all accounts, he was just inexperienced. And Donnie was maybe a… difficult case. 

Donatello had no interest in letting Carol touch him, which was fine. He had several brothers, one of which had a pretty similar hair texture to his own, that she could use as a stand-in to show Yoshi the ropes. And slowly but surely, they made progress. Donnie still didn’t enjoy the process of having his hair messed with. He deeply resented the experience of any kind of oil or hair product going on his head and touching his scalp, (it broke Carol’s heart the first time she and Yoshi made him cry under her tutelage,) and he’d only allow them to work with him in relatively short bursts before he got overwhelmed and needed a break-- but that was okay! They took it one step at a time, and eventually, over a period of nearly a week and a half, she managed to not only breathe some life back into the poor kid’s hair but to get it all out of the chunky little braids he had had in for the past five months. 

And Carol thought to herself that even with it looking far less than its best, Donatello had the most beautiful, coily little black curls. 

---

It had been a little under a year when her husband had come home in the evening after work, taking the time to give April about a dozen kisses and talk to her about her day for a bit before he wandered into the kitchen to join her, pecking her lips in greeting.

“Hey, hon.”

“Hey. How was work?”

“It was good, it was good… Hey. So. I was thinking…”

Carol raised a brow, immediately glancing over her shoulder to give August a look. Thinking, was he?

“Don’t gimme those eyes! It’s not bad!” He protested, laughing softly, and she chuckled a bit in response.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I ran into Yoshi the other day, and… what do you think about April going home with him after school?” He questioned. 

Carol paused, frowning a bit.

“... You mean, get Yoshi to babysit our kid?” She echoed incredulously. “August, that poor man already has four of his own!”

“I know! I know! But we were talking, and, I mean. He basically suggested it!” August defended. “And you know how much April hates those after-school programs,”

Carol sighed, wrinkling her nose, her shoulders slumping slightly.

“She’s been getting a bit better recently…”

“Yeah. But. Look,” he sighed. “Half of Yoshi’s kids go straight to some sport or class or what-have-you in the afternoon, anyway! And they all go to the same school! So… He just picks April up with the rest of the kids, gets everyone dropped off where they need to go, and brings the leftovers home for the day. And when we get off of work, we just gotta grab her from next door!” He said. “Plus, if Yoshi is already carting kids around, then maybe she could, you know, actually participate in some other things! Maybe enroll in one of those extracurriculars with the Hamato boys instead of just sitting around at the program until five-thirty. You know she’d love that.”

Carol pursed her lips, wrinkling her nose. 

She would admit-- she hated that her seven-year-old spent so much time stuck at school. If either August or herself could afford to do so, she’d happily go pick April up from school every day herself and spend the afternoons with her, but they just couldn’t anymore. The nature of August’s job just didn’t allow for it, and Carol had already taken four years off from work to be a stay-at-home mom. And then spent two years after that only working part-time, so she could be flexible enough with her hours that she could do things like take April to and from school, but…

She couldn’t just do that forever. Firstly, because living in New York City and raising a child was expensive, and they both had very good jobs with rather nice salaries, but they also lived in a very nice apartment in a very nice part of the city, and just August’s income alone wasn’t gonna cut it-- especially if they wanted to send April to college one day. And secondly, because…

Quite frankly, Carol loved her job. And she was good at it, too! You don’t just get a job at NBC for nothing. And really, Carol adored her daughter to pieces-- she did. She wouldn’t give her up for the world. And she had zero regrets about taking the time off to stay home with her until she went to preschool. And she didn’t regret being part-time for two years, either. She loved being a mom!

But she loved being a news anchor, too. She really, really did. And she couldn’t just watch her career from the sidelines forever and expect it to still be there when she got back. 

They had considered getting an after-school nanny for a while after Carol decided to go back to work, but they were expensive to say the least, and every time they interviewed a potential for the job, April firmly declared that she hated them by the end of it. And when they had pitched the after-school program to her, April had seemed open to it. What is appealing, in theory, however, was not always quite as good in practice. April had only been going to the program for about two weeks before she declared that she hated that, too.

It really wasn’t her fault. April had always been a little bit of an… energetic kid, and while she wasn’t trouble, per se, she had a tendency to get herself into trouble when she was bored. Call it counter-intuitive, but that was half of why Carol tended to be so lax with her daughter and allow her to do things like run around in the alley by herself. April was a clever kid! And sure, she could keep April inside in the apartment with her and only allow her outside when she was right there with her watching her every move and supervising her properly, but… She knew from experience that this would only inevitably lead to April feeling confined and cooped up, growing restless and understimulated, and then somehow bringing about the most unimaginable mayhem possible into their home. And Carol and August just didn’t have enough time in the day to spend every moment sitting outside and watching her.

If April had the freedom to roam and explore a bit, then Carol had found, much to her delight, that she usually made pretty good choices. And when she was allowed to wander the alley on her own, she’d end the days by excitedly showing her parents the massive chalk mural that she had drawn on the walls of the alley, or explaining to them the science experiment she was running after noticing an oil slick on a puddle, or pleading to visit the library so she could get some books on entomology, ‘cause she had seen a really neat bug outside and she wanted to figure out what it was.

… It wasn’t that April didn’t like school! It really wasn’t. She liked learning, and she liked most of her teachers, and she liked the routine and the stimulation. But it was just… it was a long time to ask April not to explore.

Add in the after-school program? That was over nine hours.

Carol sighed, tilting her head back and pursing her lips.

“We can’t just ask him to watch her for free! And this is not me agreeing to this either, I just… Even if he is already going that way, you and I both know April is a bit of a handful…!”

“I know,” August assured, holding his palms out. “I totally agree. That’s actually kind of why Yoshi brought it up…? Uhhh. While we’re on the topic…”

He gave a sort of a lopsided grin.

“How would you feel about watching the Hamato kids a few nights a week and for part of the weekends?”

---

So the Hamatos and the O'Neils worked out their deal.

Yoshi picked April up from school, along with the rest of his children, and would ensure each child got where they needed to go. If April had an after-school activity with one of the boys that day, (and August had been right, she was thrilled to start taking gymnastics classes and sign up for robotics club,) that’s where she’d go, and if not, she’d end up back home with Yoshi and any other child who didn’t have an extracurricular that day. And once August and Carol got home from work, they’d stop by to pick her up. And on the evenings and weekends when Yoshi was attending award show events or appearing on a talk show or managing his dojos, August and Carol would watch the Hamato kids in return.

This had been their arrangement for about a year now. And frankly, it worked out beautifully. Carol had long ago ended up adoring each and each one of the Hamato children, and the two families had grown close, because how could they not? She and August tucked the Hamato kids into bed at least a few times every month. They and their Dad regularly came over for meals or accompanied them on trips to places like the zoo or the aquarium. By now, she knew all their favorite foods and songs, their tells when they were lying, and their favorite hiding places. 

She had, at one point, tried to convince the boys that they could just call her “Carol,” but when she had pitched it to the group, April had gasped loudly in offense and said that that was too weird, and if anything, they should just call her ‘mom.’ And then Mikey had declared that they didn’t have a mom. And then Raph had argued that they did have a mom, she was just dead. And then Leo had refuted that they did have a mom, and she wasn’t dead, she just didn’t love any of them. And then Donnie had signed something in ASL, too quick for her to quite catch, and Leo had nodded and quickly corrected himself, clarifying that their mom was probably alive and also existed, but she didn’t love any of them and also wanted their father to die.

She had changed the subject after that, and they still just called her ‘Mrs. O’Neil’ or ‘April’s Mom.’ 

But still, despite all this, Donnie  seemed to hold her at arm’s length. And that was okay...! She knew it would take him a while, and he was no obligation to even like her at all, ever, if he didn’t want to. He tolerated her just fine, even if he still didn’t speak around her or August. Even if he still didn’t allow himself to be touched by either of them, declined to be tucked in or receive good night kisses, only satisfied and willing to consider sleep once he got a phone call and a picture from their dad. Even if he still usually declined to even sign to her directly, instead signing to one of his siblings or April and allowing them to translate.

... But now here he was, standing by her side and staring up at her expectantly through slightly crooked glasses, blinking widely at her.

God, for a second, Carol thought that something must have happened and someone must be hurt because Donnie never came to get her. Even if he needed something or wanted something from her, he’d send a messenger in his wake. He certainly didn’t come up and tap for her attention. A little bit of anxiety rising up in her chest, she quickly dropped what she was doing, crouching down next to the seven-year-old.

“Hey, Donnie. Is something wrong?”

Donnie frowned, wrinkling up his nose for a second before shaking his head. 

Carol bit back a sigh of relief.

Which immediately then blossomed into near giddiness, which she also had to hold back. He was here to talk to her, and no one was even dying!?

“Okay. Did you need something?”

He pursed his lips, his frown deepening, sort of flapping his hands for a moment before he reached up, tugging at the twists of his hair. And Carol sort of floundered for a moment, because she wasn’t quite sure what Donnie was trying to tell her.

“Your hair? Do you need--”

And then she kind of paused, blinking for a moment, frowning.

Wait. Why were they doing this?

Donnie could sign. So why wasn’t he signing? Was he still not comfortable talking to her directly…?

And then she thought to herself-- you can sign, too, Carol. Why don’t you try signing?

And she thought to herself, what a good question.

So she did.

‘Is there something the matter with your hair? Or your head?’

And Donnie blinked in surprise, staring at her for a second and looking her up and down as if shocked to see her speaking his language. And Carol sighed inwardly, because okay, look, she knew that her ASL wasn’t the best-- even April easily outpaced her-- but she really could do it!!! He knew that, didn’t he?

(… Didn’t he?)

After a long beat of silence... he signed back to her.

‘Can my hair be puffy like April’s and yours is, please?’

And jesus christ.

She could have cried.

And it was so silly! Because all that had happened was one of the neighbor’s kids had asked her if he could get his hair done.

But he had never signed to her before.

Well aware that she probably looked ridiculous, but absolutely beaming anyway, she nodded enthusiastically. ‘Yeah...! Yeah, of course you can, sweetheart. I’ll let your dad know so when he gets home--’

‘Can you do it now?’

Surely she was in an alternative dimension. Or some sort of dreamscape. Or the children had arranged some sort of convoluted, cruel prank on her.

‘You want me to do it?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Are you sure? You know I’ll have to touch you, right?’

‘Yeah,’ he confirmed again, nodding. ‘I don’t wanna wait. And Mikey said you do it better than Dad can.’

Carol checked her watch quickly, though she was pretty sure that even if she only had another ten minutes until their Dad got home, she’d still agree.

‘Yeah! Sure. Let me just finish this and I’ll come join you in the living room in a minute, okay?’

‘Okay,’ Donnie agreed, before narrowing his eyes. ‘But you have to stop when I tell you to.’

‘Yeah, of course, sweetheart. We can take breaks whenever you want.’

‘Okay,’ he repeated, nodding firmly, turning to head off as if he hadn’t done anything significant at all, while Carol leaned against the counter and took a moment to compose herself.

... He signed at her!

They talked to each other!

And he was going to let her do his hair!?

She was still kind of waiting to see if the rug was gonna be pulled out from under her, and while she was doing that, she heard an exchange take place in the living room, the sound carrying over to her in the kitchen.

“Donnie! Me and Mikey are gonna do a cartwheel contest. Do you wanna come?!”

That was Leo’s voice. She recognized Leo’s voice.

“No. April’s Mom is gonna fix my hair.”

She hadn’t heard that voice before.

“Okay! I’ll tell you who won!” Leo replied easily, running off, and Carol did kind of tear up now, despite herself.

Because he hadn’t spoken to her. Not out loud, anyway. They weren’t there yet, and she was fine with that.

But she had never heard Donnie’s voice before. Not in words.

He was in her home, and she was watching him, and he trusted her enough to let her touch him. He was comfortable enough with her to come to her and sign with her.

He felt safe enough that he could speak out loud to his brother in her home.

She resisted the urge to whip out her phone and call Yoshi right this very moment so she could tearfully and proudly report this to him. She would tell him everything later. But right now, she had a job to do.

She took a deep breath, settling herself. She finished cutting up the fruit she had been working on, leaving them out on a plate on the kitchen table for easy access for anyone who wanted it.

And, so as not to leave Donnie waiting, she made her way into the living room to get to work.

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Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 8)

tw: like nasty living conditions implied

vote on da poll below ill start writing after 20 votes, next chapter will b focusing on monty

part 9

You can't do it. You can't say no to Yves without going through mental hoops. So you sigh as you let him conquer your room.

You had posters of your favorite artists, but they were all lost in the clutter long ago. It reemerged dusty and damaged, but Yves repaired it the best he could. It looks decent enough to hang.

You watched him cover his mouth in contemplation as he looked around the room, trying to figure out the best place to hang it.

Yves has done more for you than everyone else combined in your life. He cleaned, he cooked, he took care of your sickness, he cleaned you, he fed you, and now he's decorating your room to make it more habitable. All of this and you never said a word, neither protest nor request. You just let him do his thing.

From what you read in the group chat, he also replenished your section of the fridge with groceries.

Your housemate took a picture of the things he bought, all of them were labelled with your name. His handwriting is black marker ink undoubtedly beautiful.

Your housemate did warn him that you're not one for cooking, the perishables could potentially go to waste. He replied that he will be visiting over for the next few days to make your meals. One of them even broke the landlord's rules and gave him a spare key to the front door.

Eventually, Yves found the perfect places to position your posters' forever home. Who knew just the strategic placement of some piece of laminated paper would elevate a room? It looks much better and oddly bigger now... well maybe the latter due to his cleanup.

He clasped his hands and admired his work. As he should.

After that, he turned to you. Which made you jolt out of surprise.

"It's been an hour and a half. Do you still want to eat?" He asked.

You checked the time. He's right, it's now half past eleven. You're not hungry anymore, so you told him that you're full. He nodded and left your room again.

Your housemates blew up the group chat due to another wild Yves sighting around the house. Is this how it's going to be from now on?

This time, you received a picture of him portioning the leftover congee in disposable containers. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing his lean forearms. You're surprised to see that they were riddled in old scars. It was captioned: "He's freezing the rest"

You squinted and it looks like he's weighing them on an electronic scale. There's a marker pen in this picture.

You sent a message to the group chat asking if he's using his own items.

"I think so??? Idk i have never seen these containers b4" "well theyre not stained yellow yet, he has gotta have these brand new" "yea n hes using rich people sharpies, like none of us here can afford it, all of us get offbrands"

You wonder if he managed to fit them into his handbag.

Yves came back into your room, explaining that the congee will last up to 3 months in the freezer. He also walked you through the steps on how to reheat them by yourself, using the microwave or otherwise. Yves told you not to worry if you couldn't remember what to do, he wrote it down and attached it to the containers- or you could call him instead.

You nodded and waited to see what he would do. Yves seem to be doing the same thing to you for the next few seconds. Eventually though, he deem that you didn't need anything from him at the moment.

"I have to retrieve something from my car." He informed you, walking towards his bag and fishing out his keys. He checked the contents of his thermos cup, it's empty. The metal straw clanked around the walls as he picked it up and carried it with him.

You paid no mind to your housemates' frantic messages enquiring about his departure. You're too tired to care anymore, and you're too tired to know if you actually wanted him here or gone. It's nice to have company for once, but it's from a questionable source.

So you tucked yourself under your blanket and curled up into a ball. Hiding your head under your pillow so you wouldn't need to see Yves when he comes in.

You heard footsteps. And sure enough, Yves is now breathing the same diseased air as you.

But this time, he says nothing. Yves flicked the switch to your lights off and set whatever he has down on your desk.

There was a long period of silence accompanied by the soft sounds of typing. A dim glow from his computer screen illuminated his face and reflected on his reading glasses. He's logging in all the events, the observations and other pieces of data he collected from you today.

Yet you're not awake to see any of it. Blissfully sleeping and snoring away as Yves kept you company throughout the night.

__

You woke up the next morning feeling much better. But still not as healthy as usual. You should be fit enough to go to the university today.

Yves is gone and so are his belongings. However, you found a handwritten note addressed to you on your night stand.

"Your breakfast is in the fridge. Look for a mason jar with your name. It is ready to eat. -Yves"

You stretched and yawned, crumpling the paper and shooting it into the trash can.

You peeled the blanket off yourself and set your feet down onto the floor. That was when you realized he left something on the foot of your bed.

Another note resting on top of a set of neatly folded clothes and a bottle of sunscreen.

"The weather today will be reaching 90⁰F/32.2⁰C, take care of yourself and avoid the sun. -Yves"

The clothes he picked for you were the ones you forgot you had. It was breathable and cooling, but in your daily, personal style. He must have found it yesterday when he did your laundry.

You carried it in your arms and walked to your door to see yet another note- this time it was a folded A4 sized paper, attached to your bag, which looked noticeably lighter and... newer.

"I do not recommend leaving yet. But if you do, I packed an umbrella for you. Please wash your water bottle regularly, it is growing mold. Your bag was full of unnecessary paper scraps, wrappers, food crumbs, and other garbage. I had to hand wash it as I found a dried house lizard pressed between a dictionary and a magazine. Some of the notes and textbooks you carry were not even required for this semester or the next, hence I kept it away on your shelf. Your bag had holes at the bottom and was already falling apart at the seams. I sewed the best I could, but replacing and upgrading is the better option. Be mindful of your belongings.-Yves"

Your face became bright red after reading the last line. You never asked him to do this for you! Why is he judging? He chose to stick around! You don't like being told you're pathetic, directly or indirectly!

Did he really have to underline the word "mold" more than thrice? And why did he switch to red ink for that one word?

You took a deep breath and sighed. Exiting your room to pay a visit to the bathroom.

You were taken aback by the cleanliness. It looked like how it was in the listing, shiny and grime free. The shampoo and soap bottles were arranged neatly with no trace of dark sludge coating it.

There is another note stuck to the mirror.

This time, there were crude drawings depicting penises urinating on your name, no doubt vandalized by your housemates. You went ahead to read what Yves had to say.

"To (name), I replaced your toothbrush as that too, was growing mold. Pay attention to your hygiene or else you will be prone to sickness.- Yves"

There were hearts drawn all around his name, no doubt the culprit was your housemate who took a liking to him.

After taking a shower and changing into your new set of clothes, you left the bathroom to eat breakfast in the kitchen.

You opened the now pristine fridge and sure enough, there is a mason jar with a sticker of your name on its side.

You rotated it to see that he has written something else:

"Banana chia pudding: Chia seeds, almond milk, banana slices, vanilla extract, maple syrup, granola. Gluten-free and lactose-free. Do not heat, eat as is."

You're not sure how to feel about the taste, texture and temperature. It is "sick people" food after all. Perhaps you liked it, perhaps you don't. But you are definitely grateful that you have a free meal from Yves.

One of your housemates entered the kitchen, she greeted you as she began preparing her own meal.

You asked her what time Yves left.

"Beats me. His car was already gone when I woke up at 4am to take a piss. He did leave us a note though."

You asked her what she meant by that.

She shoved her hand in her pant pocket and handed a crumpled piece of paper to you.

"I will visit at 6pm, please take care of (name) for me. -Yves"

You asked where did she find this note.

"Next to the light switch in the living room" She cracked open an egg on her skillet.

You looked at the wall clock. It says 12:03pm

You have around 6 hours left before Yves comes back. There is nothing much to do in your house because the Internet runs at a snail's pace and there is no air conditioning. So you would be boiling in your room.

You think you're well enough to move around and you definitely do not want to spend time with your housemates.

You don't have to go to the university, since your exams are over and so are your classes for the semester. But all the study spots, including the library, have air conditioning.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #yandere concept #yandere x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc montgomery

[balkanradfem]

I’m gonna go off because I’m emotional and upset, this is going to be a rant about a certain youtube channel, and I’m not going to name it, I’m just going to complain.

So it was few years back when I was starting to watch homesteading content on youtube, and I was mostly picking female-led channels, but this one channel was so well recommended, and they were friends with all other homesteaders, and I was interested in their content, so I started watching. I soon dubbed this channel ‘The Disaster Channel’ in my head, because for these people, everything that could possibly go wrong, was going wrong, and I’m not even joking.

One of the first things I’ve noticed was that these people were not exactly.. well informed on what they were doing. They grew lots of winter squash one year, and claimed that the hokkaido and butternut squash can be survived on, and can be used instead of sweet potatoes, and I mean by taste, fine, but by nutrition? Absolutely not, roots and tubers have plenty more nutrition, and squash is not enough to live on. So I figured, okay, they might struggle with nutrition if they’re unsure what vegetable has what minerals in it, but okay, that’s not the end of the world, right? They’re living healthily.

One of the other things I noticed is that unlike the most of the homesteading channel, it was the husband who directed the youtube videos, and that was a huge mistake. His wife had 5 children, was incredibly smart, gentle, insightful, sweet, strong and resourceful, and I loved watching every minute of her; watching him was frustrating to say the least.

Soon I would find out that when they moved to the countryside, the house they moved in had black mold in it, and they all got sick, the entire family, and had to move out. They were forced to rent a house in the neighborhood, while they take their own house apart and clean it from mold, while still all sick. This is about as disastrous as it can get, having the entire family sick, and homeless, in an attempt to live from the land, and it was awful for them. The landlord was so awful to them, they would sometimes be forced to evacuate the house for ‘someone to come over’, and they were all obliging and moving into a camp house for these periods of time. They seemed to be holding it together somehow, the husband was slowly working on the mold and fixing the house back up.

During the pandemic, there was a shortage of canning supplies, and the family had this one big canning pot, that the wife needed to use in order to can a bunch of goods she was processing and cooking all day. The husband noticed their pot had some kind of asymmetrical spot on the bottom, took it out to ‘fix’ it, grabbed a hammer and punched a hole thru the bottom. On her canning day! When she was already cutting and processing food all day! When there was no others to even be bought at the store! It was luck she had another one in the storage, or she’d have no way to can all that food, and the loss would be huge. I’ve never seen other homesteading people do this, or even if they did, they don’t publish it.

And then, the dude ignores a tick, gets a big rash, and gets out with the news that he got checked up and is now having lyme disease. I’m in disbelief, because it’s one disaster after another, and then lyme disease? How do you not keep extremely careful about ticks when you live in nature? And his wife with so many kids, this is one thing he should have watched out for! But no, he is now sick and fevered, can’t help his wife, can’t fix the house, has to have extended recovery because lyme disease is serious and can turn into a long-term disease and disability if not treated correctly.

So I’m not liking this guy, and I’m about to like him even less. The wife, whom I adore, gets pregnant, and she is saying that she can tell she’s pregnant with twins. I’m worried for her because, she doesn’t have a safe house to raise another two kids in, her husband is, like that, she already has 5 kids so that is taking all of her energy, and I’m just scared about who will be able to support her and help her take care of the kids. And then, something is wrong with the pregnancy. She is taken to the doctor, and is being told that one of the babies is dead. She’s devastated. She isn’t sure about the prognosis, but the news shook her so badly, she’s badly holding it together, and he, the husband, you know what he’s doing? He’s holding a mic up to her mouth, questioning her, forcing her to say to the audience exactly what happened and what the doctor said, and I’m just stunned and paralyzed. I don’t want a woman in deep distress to be forced to talk thru tears, just to relay information to me! I want her to take her space and tell me about it when she feels like it! I could tell she was reluctant to talk, she was in pain, she was scared and unsure of what was true, ashamed of her assumptions, insecure in what she was saying. It was so painful to watch, I closed the video. I couldn’t handle the breach of her privacy.

Later on, she decided that she isn’t happy with that prognosis, and she knows she still has two babies inside of her. She goes to get another opinion - and - she does have two live babies. She was right all along, and the doctor gave her a false information. She is relieved, but not for long, because one of the babies is struggling, and the pregnancy is turning high risk.

I am at this point so worried and emotional about the entire issue, I’m scared to even watch the videos. I just want to know if everything turns out okay, that she’s safe, that nothing else hurts her.

But, her husband has different ideas, listen to this and tell me if you believe it. So he’s filming a video where he goes into that mold-infected house and destroying the mold with a flamethrower, and he finds, what? A dead rat. He picks it up, with his hands. He goes out and gives it to his children to play. He. Gives a dead rat. To his children to play. And then his wife comes home, from the hospital, with her high risk pregnancy. And the children give the rat to her. She’s looking at him in shock, unsure what exactly is happening right now. She asks, timidly, isn’t this dangerous?

And he’s laughing. ‘No don’t worry, it’s all dry!’ he says. To his high-risk pregnant wife. He gives a dead rat, laughing. After they all got sick from that house. After they all had the mold. After he got lyme disease. After he got her into this life-threatening pregnancy. He gives her a dead rat and laughs.

At this point I am DONE with this dude!! I am done, I am angry, I’m beside myself, that is the most insane thing I’ve ever seen in my life, not to mention he filmed this and put it all up on the internet, instead of taking care of his pregnant wife he’s serving her rats, the most fucking dangerous animal that could give her numerous diseases, because he thinks it’s okay, because he doesn’t give a shit if he’s putting his entire family at risk, again, everything is funny to him. I wouldn’t let a drop of rain fall on her!! He’s giving her a dead rat.

And you’d think this would be the end of the story, and this is why I’m mad, but no, it gets worse, today I found out just how bad and I’m in pain from it, and that’s why I’m writing this down.

Some time later, he publishes a video where he admits that he is struggling with severe depression, that he’s struggling to get up in the morning, and is receiving treatment and psychiatric help. He said he was giving up on the fixing of the house and would just pursue his passion of making videos. Afterwards, there’s a few video of some adventures he’s organized, but I’m not watching because I’m just wondering how the wife is doing. I recognized by the titles of the videos that both of her babies got born just fine, and they’re all okay, and she was even talking about how it feels having seven children, and it was obvious that she was just completely exhausted.

And there weren’t any videos, for almost a year.

And then, a video made by her. I was intimidated to even check it, out of fear of what would I find there. But I wanted to know what was going on with her, so ultimately, I opened it up, and, she was looking distressed, to say the least. She explained that her husband, after the birth of the twins, got depressed, and completely checked out of their marriage, the childcare, the job, everything. He was not doing anything to support her, or to care for the kids, and they barely saw him around. She lost the house they were renting, and was moving from house to house, trying to find a place she could live.

She had to raise 7 children alone, without a partner, without any income, without anything. She finally had a friend offer to rent her a house for a year’s time, until she figured out how to make enough income to support herself and her kids, and she gratefully took it and is starting to put her life together. She also.. defended him, and praised him that he will sometimes take kids for a bit of time, and that helps her a lot. She asked everyone not to attack him. She explained she wouldn’t talk about his issues because it’s his private stuff and it was his story to tell. This is when I started sobbing, remembering how he forced her to talk about her pregnancy when she was in the middle of being devastated, how close to tears she had been when he was using her to make content. It was too startling to see the contrast on how much she respected him, his privacy, his emotions, his safety. She had been betrayed by him, lost everything because of him, had to raise seven children on her own, homeless, because of him, and she was defending his privacy, while she never got to have any in his story.

It’s just devastating. I don’t want any woman to be put thru this. This is even recorded and published online, every bit of this story, and it’s streamed for the world to see, and it’s sad and upsetting. I think she’ll find a way to make things work because she’s incredible, resourceful, and incredibly strong in the face of adversary, but she shouldn’t have to. There should have been systems put in place to help her, to protect her from this. And I didn’t have any respect for that *** from the second he handed the rat to his children, but now I’m absolutely disgusted. But this isn’t an isolated incident of a m*n bringing multiple people into danger, poverty, homelessness, devastation, exploitation, pain. And he got away with it too, protected by the very same people he hurt.

I don’t believe for a second that his situation was any worse than hers, but got to check out and make it all none of his business. She didn’t. She didn’t get to fall apart, or lose it, or check out; she had to care for her children. She didn’t get to have her emotions centered in the situation in any way except when they were being exposed for views, when she needed privacy the most. I’m heartbroken by what happened to her. Please don’t support m*n who break necessary kitchen tools and bring their families into homesteading life uninformed and untrained, and who don’t respect their wife’s privacy, safety, or even survival. F*ck that guy.

#story #youtube homesteaders #if you know the channel you can be mad with me #i didn't expect anything good from him but this was beyond my worst expectations #women need to be safe from freaks like that #he belongs into a faciliy

[flamingpen18]

We Were Right!!!

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon and I both knew this wasn't going to be a permanent move.

The non stop drama from the guy Dave does work for, to the alcoholic friend Dave moved into the house that doesn't pay any bills and has only bought food a few times and put gas in the van, to the bullshit about the electric bill that I did warn Dave about is just too much.

Those idiot males got it into their heads that I have all this money so I can pay for it. Mind you, none of those imbeciles know my finances. I have a fixed limited income. It's not like I shit $50s all the damn time. I already pay for the household bills (except electric) and car insurance. Idiots!!!

I haven't been able to change my address at the post office because the new law makes it difficult for disabled people the get it done. Now, I need to get another PO Box. I just don't have it right now. The car insurance wiped me out.

I also have to go apartment hunting again. We just can't afford a private landlord. This state caters to the wealthy because we're next to the Atlantic Ocean.

When will this shit end? Once my youngest graduates next year, we're high tailing it back to PA. I abhor this state.

#helly-watermelonsmellinfellon #fml #drama #moving again #need to move #Delaware Electric Cooperative #idiots

[inplut0]

I had a decent story idea...I think lol. What do you think about OC and silver foxville dating for like 4 months and never doing the nasty... mainly cause of work schedules and maybe OC has a busted water heater or gas leak at her house and knoxville offers to let her stay with him and they finally do the nasty??

DISCLAIMER: hi this was a very specific request but i hope this works for u LOL!! i haven't edited this yet, so i apologise for any mistakes, this was written at 2am.

WARNINGS: smut, barely any plot, silver foxville<33333

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you knew that getting a new apartment was long due, but you had hoped that it wouldn't be necessary since the 6-month anniversary with your boyfriend was coming up. you thought it was a good idea to bring up moving in together. it was a little early, obviously, you hadn't even had sex yet. you both thought it was best to wait, not used to the age gap. you didn't mind, of course, but johnny didn't want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you, so you mutually agreed not to rush anything.

your landlord called you at work to tell you that there's suspicion of a gas leak in the building, recommending you to find another place to stay for the night. you had rarely stayed at johnny's apartment, since his work days were long, often returning home after 1am. you texted him, hoping he was free tonight and explained the situation.

after you got off work, he texted you that he'd be home in an hour and gladly would have you over. you quickly got into your car and drove, his apartment about a 10 minute drive away from yours. you parked on the side of the street, assuming you'd be home by the morning and hoping you wouldn't get a ticket.

you walk up to the apartment complex, enter the entry code and head upstairs to his apartment.

knock, knock...

you hadn't waited for 5 seconds when the door flung open, johnny in front of you, his silver hair disheveled, his appearance tired and worn out. you study him, looking him up and down. he was wearing a blue t-shirt, a little tight around his chest, and grey sweatpants.

"come in," he smiled and gestured to the living room. his apartment wasn't too heavily decorated and very simple. large windows on every wall, an impressive bookshelf, a black couch and the most comfortable queen-sized bed you've ever slept in.

for a man, he was quite clean and really took care of himself. he changed his sheets regularly, his house always spotless. even with his long work hours, he found time to clean the apartment. he even bought shampoo and conditioner separately.

"i'm sorry for making plans so last-minute, i didn't know where else to go." you quickly entered the apartment, throwing your bag and coat on the couch and immediately making your way to the bedroom, exhausted after a long day.

"don't worry about it, i was just heading home anyway and you know i would never pass up on an opportunity to see you, doll." he followed you into the bedroom, taking his shirt off and handing it to you, since you didn't bring any of your stuff.

"you're making me blush, knoxville." you chuckled, stripping down to your underwear and pulling his shirt over your head, his eyes running over your body, your curves. you were planning on showering in the morning since your eyes were already heavy with sleep when you were driving, and anyway, you could always shower with him if you wanted to.

you both slip under the silk sheets and meet in the middle of the bed, you put your head on his chest. you look up at him and brush your fingers through his gray hair that you have always adored. once your eyes meet you can't help but smile, feeling safer than ever in his presence. he lifts himself up to connect your lips, initiating a soft kiss that gradually gets more and more heated.

his large hand travels to the back of your neck as he turns you over on your back, him hovering over you, without breaking the kiss. you throw your arms over his neck to bring him closer, completely consumed by his smell, his body. when he bites your lower lip you lift your hips from the bed to meet his, earning a muffled grunt from him.

"are you sure?" he whispers, breaking the kiss and maintaining eye contact. your brain was completely focused on him, the street light outside the only light in the room, one side of his face clearly more visible than the other.

you bite your lip and nod, how could you say no now? the view was just too perfect. his lips return to yours, this time more eager, his tongue in your mouth, one hand trailing down your waist, the other behind your neck, keeping you close to him. you slightly pull his hair and moan into his mouth, more than ready for him.

your hands travel under the sheets to help him remove his sweatpants, discarding of them as he pulls his shirt off your head, leaving you both in your underwear. he trails down to your neck, leaving small kisses and bites while he removes your bra, the clothes piling up into the corner of the room.

you throw your head back, giving him easier access to the crook of your neck, nothing but your panting filling the room. you hand doesn't leave his hair, tugging on the hairs on the back of his head occasionally. you repeatedly lift your hips his, wanting to remove the layer of fabric between you two.

"you're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart." he muffles into your shoulder. you remove your underwear and help him take his boxers off. he chuckles at your eagerness, though still a little nervous, since this is the first time for you two, not knowing what to expect.

your hand travels down his chest to grab his erection and line it up with your entrance. his breathing becomes heavier as he concentrates on your facial expressions.

"you ready, doll?" he whispers, slowly pushing into you right when he hears a quiet "yes" escape your mouth. once he's fully buried himself inside you, he lets you adjust to his length. you hold your breath as he fully pulls himself out completely. you gasp at the loss of contact before he enters you again, this time slightly faster.

his hips start thrusting, not too aggressively, once you've completely adjusted to him. you grab onto his shoulders and close your eyes.

"faster." you command, and he immediately complies, his thrusts becoming more frantic and rhythmic. silent moans escape your mouth when his mouth finds your neck again, nipping at it. he grabs your hand, holding it down next to your head as his hips brush against yours at a fast pace.

you feel him coming closer to his high as he loudly grunts against your shoulder. his hand leaves yours and three fingers travel down to your clit, rubbing small fast circles, hoping that you'll both finish together.

he lifts his head up to watch you, his pace not slowing down. your legs twitch and shake as you moan his name repeatedly, not able to resist the heat building up in your stomach.

"you're so good to me, sweetheart" he says between thrusts, that have become sloppier now, you both reaching your high at the same time. your vision goes black when your orgasm washes over you as you feel his body go limp against yours when he spills inside you, comforted by the fact that you remembered to take your birth control yesterday.

your sweaty bodies stay like that for a few minutes, limbs entwined with one another, not letting each other go. you feel him breathe against your ear and you lightly scratch his back with one hand.

before you can say goodnight, you feel the warm sun on your face and wake up to johnny next to you, hands around your waist, still sound asleep.

"morning," you whisper into his ear, waking him up with a big grin on his face.

"wanna hop in the shower with me?" you tease, knowing the offer is too good to resist.

#johnny knoxville x reader #fanfic #johnny knoxville #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville smut #smut #jackass smut #jackass forever

[breelandwalker]

So...I'm going to look at a house today. Like a proper little house with a yard and a neighborhood and everything.

It's in a nice area that I've visited before and the price is well within our means. I'm just hoping that if this is a good fit for us, we'll be able to make an offer and get started moving very soon, rather than having to outbid some house flipper or developer who just wants to get a cheap property, redo the carpets, and put it back out in three months for $50k more.

(This is why it's so damn hard to get a home in our area - all the new construction is overpriced "luxury" neighborhoods and all the affordable properties get bought, flipped, and resold for ridiculous markups.)

Also hoping that if this ends up being our new home, we'll be able to just finish out our apartment lease to give us time to purge and pack without being overwhelmed and also to avoid the early moveout fees. (It's one thing to expect the rest of the lease to be paid for an early departure. It's quite another to tack on another $2k in fees on top of that when we know perfectly well they'll have a new tenant moved in in a month's time. And we also know there's a three-digit rent hike coming this year, which we can't afford. Landlords are scum.)

I don't really have a spell for this, apart from the prosperity jar I've already done. I'm just sort of praying on it and hoping that things will go well if they're meant to.

#Bree in real life #And I'm still trying to get my car fixed as well #Everything happens so much all the time #I'd like things to stop for a while #It's literally every day something is going on and I'm getting exhausted trying to keep up

[custer-mp3]

eating fried potatoes with my fingers out of the pan my housemates cooked while we talk about how weird it'll be, in the new house, to have two kitchens & two apartments & two everythings & how we'll have to go up or down a floor if we want something from each other cuz just yelling or incidentally passing thru won't work so good anymore when we have one of everything on each floor and thinking abt the coffeepot that's never empty from my one story, which is the coffeepot that was never empty from my real life, and how good the last four years have been to me cuz it's four years ago this sunday since i bailed on my marriage but how i can't think or talk about the last four years without the giant asterisk that is/was Well But Most Of That Was In Indiana, with all its attendant atrocities & human rights violations, and sunday ripley's gonna get here (from indiana) for his second/last sleepover in this house cuz by the time we'll be able to arrange another trip we'll be moved & this house'll be goodbye forever, and how my housemates bought this house six months after i moved out cuz i had to get married & the government didn't want me to stay in new york & our landlord at our old apartment was a major cokehead who tried to fight us in the street all the time & there were holes in the roof & birds living in the walls & the ceiling collapsed that one time, and me & lucy (who we don't talk to anymore cuz she moved out of the city & went conspiracy-theory crazy & started saying fucked up shit to me on the internet) stood on top of the furniture & nailed vinyl shower curtains up to catch the debris, and that was pretty close to when i left & how much Wonder Years i was listening to at the time & how i almost got this huge TWY tattoo--after i got married--like it would convince me that what i was doing was the right thing & not the start of the most intensely isolating period of my life that i'm still trying to dig myself out of six years later with my friends & my cat & our new house, our fresh start, all of us trying to crawl out from under the mess that 2019 left us

[handeaux]

Back In The Day, You Might Have Thought Everyone In Cincinnati Loved Fred Trump

People in Cincinnati were raving about Fred C. Trump a full decade before he ever dipped a toe into Cincinnati’s real estate market. Mildred Miller, in her Cincinnati Enquirer “Talk About Women” column [2 March 1954], begged the New York developer to buy some Queen City rental property:

“Sa-ay, why can’t it happen here? We sure could use a few ace-high landlords like Fred Trump of New York! He not only rents to families with children but also provides many extras to make them happy! . . . Such as playgrounds, indoor recreation centers, summer camps and baby sitters!”

Ten years later, Mildred Miller got her wish when Fred Trump purchased the moribund Swifton Village apartments in Bond Hill. Originally constructed with Federal Housing Administration financing at a cost of $10 million in 1954, the complex was half empty in 1964. The FHA foreclosed on the property and put it up for auction when the original developer defaulted. Fred Trump was the only bidder, snatching the complex for $5.7 million. The Cincinnati Enquirer [6 January 1965] was delighted:

“Before ink was dry on the Swifton deed, Mr. Trump said he sent his maintenance crews into the village on a $500,000 reconditioning and redecorating program. A new community center was built; streets and sidewalks were repaved; paint was dabbed here and there; new refrigerators and new laundry machines were installed; window shutters were ordered. New tenants started coming in.”

Although several sections of the complex were reserved for adult tenants, Fred Trump did build playgrounds in the portions of Swifton Village in which children were allowed. He also maintained a private swim club and sun deck for the exclusive use of tenants.

Fred Trump apparently worked overtime to satisfy the folks who lived at Swifton Village. One employee recalled when the owner visited Cincinnati around Mother’s Day and bought 1,000 orchids to distribute to the resident mothers. Trump passed out thousands of pre-stamped, pre-addressed post cards to all his tenants encouraging them to send complaints and suggestions directly to him. Enquirer business editor Ralph Weiskittel enthused [2 October 1966] about the benefit:

“This is the ‘service’ aspect of our plan, Mr. Trump said. When a tenant calls for a service he wants it ‘then’ – not an excuse that workmen are busy and will get to it the first thing tomorrow morning.”

Of course, the New York developer spent a lot of money burnishing his own image. The entire time he owned Swifton Village, every newspaper advertisement specified that the official name of the complex was “Fred C. Trump’s New Swifton Village.” Trump ran advertisements touting his concern for the tenants’ welfare. One advertisement in the Cincinnati Post [25 August 1966] promised a lofty goal:

“Who’s this man Fred C. Trump anyhow? He’s head man of Swifton Village. He loves this place. He’s out here regularly overseeing all the improvements that will make our Swifton Village a veritable paradise of suburban living.”

Another advertisement in the Enquirer [27 August 1966] emphasized his personal touch:

“This man worries a lot. If you lived here, you might be getting a phone call from Mr. Trump. Sound strange? Well, that’s the way Mr. Trump works. Several times a week (in addition to his regular visits) he picks up the phone and makes a long distance call to a tenant in his Swifton Village Apartments. Just to check up and find out if they’re content. Are things being taken care of? Anything he can do to help make living in his apartments a bit more pleasant? He’s the kind of landlord who worries about you.”

As a couple of lawsuits revealed, Fred Trump reserved his worries for his white tenants. In 1969, according to testimony by Trump’s own lawyer, only two or three apartments out of 1,167 in the complex were occupied by Black families.

The Cincinnati lawsuit was filed on behalf of Haywood and Rennell Cash, a young couple living with relatives because they were unable to find an apartment. At Swifton Village, they were told there were no vacancies, but they suspected otherwise. They consulted with the Housing Opportunities Made Equal organization, who sent a white woman out to Swifton Village. She was immediately offered an apartment. When the H.O.M.E. shopper returned with the Cashes, the apartment manager threw all of them out of his office.

A New York case, filed in 1973, involved almost identical circumstances, including allegations that Fred Trump’s managers falsely claimed that no vacancies existed and required higher rents from Black applicants. The New York lawsuit itemized incidents of discrimination at more than 17 Trump properties in New York and Virginia.

As it turned out, Fred Trump had been accused of discriminatory rental practices for years. At one point, folksinger Woody Guthrie lived in one of Trump’s Brooklyn buildings and crafted a new verse for his song “I Ain’t Got No Home” as a protest against the policies that kept that complex exclusively white:

We all are crazy fools As long as race hate rules! No no no! Old Man Trump! Beach Haven ain’t my home!

Despite his advertisements professing love for Cincinnati and his tenants, Fred Trump dropped a few hints indicating he was on the fence about his investment here. He told the Enquirer [6 January 1965] that Cincinnati was “a real disappointment” because the market was “overbuilt.” He described Swifton Village as a “Mexican stand-off,” meaning he expected to do no better than break even on his investment and that the property would mostly function as a tax write-off.

In December 1972, Fred Trump sold Swifton Village to Prudent Real Estate Trust of New York for $6.75 million. He never again entered the Cincinnati real estate market. All of the original Swifton Village apartment buildings were demolished around twenty years ago to make room for a new housing development.

#fred trump #fred c. trump #swifton village #cincinnati housing

[chiwi-la-capybara]

Yall ever think about how Herman Melville pioneered the trope there was only one bed?

“Landlord,” said I, going up to him as cool as Mt. Hecla in a snow-storm—“landlord, stop whittling. You and I must understand one another, and that too without delay. I come to your house and want a bed; you tell me you can only give me half a one; that the other half belongs to a certain harpooneer. And about this harpooneer, whom I have not yet seen, you persist in telling me the most mystifying and exasperating stories tending to beget in me an uncomfortable feeling towards the man whom you design for my bedfellow—a sort of connexion, landlord, which is an intimate and confidential one in the highest degree. I now demand of you to speak out and tell me who and what this harpooneer is, and whether I shall be in all respects safe to spend the night with him. And in the first place, you will be so good as to unsay that story about selling his head, which if true I take to be good evidence that this harpooneer is stark mad, and I’ve no idea of sleeping with a madman; and you, sir, you I mean, landlord, you, sir, by trying to induce me to do so knowingly, would thereby render yourself liable to a criminal prosecution.”

“Wall,” said the landlord, fetching a long breath, “that’s a purty long sarmon for a chap that rips a little now and then. But be easy, be easy, this here harpooneer I have been tellin’ you of has just arrived from the south seas, where he bought up a lot of ’balmed New Zealand heads (great curios, you know), and he’s sold all on ’em but one, and that one he’s trying to sell to-night, cause to-morrow’s Sunday, and it would not do to be sellin’ human heads about the streets when folks is goin’ to churches. He wanted to, last Sunday, but I stopped him just as he was goin’ out of the door with four heads strung on a string, for all the airth like a string of inions.”

This account cleared up the otherwise unaccountable mystery, and showed that the landlord, after all, had had no idea of fooling me—but at the same time what could I think of a harpooneer who stayed out of a Saturday night clean into the holy Sabbath, engaged in such a cannibal business as selling the heads of dead idolators?

“Depend upon it, landlord, that harpooneer is a dangerous man.”

“He pays reg’lar,” was the rejoinder.

...

“Landlord,” said I, “tell him to stash his tomahawk there, or pipe, or whatever you call it; tell him to stop smoking, in short, and I will turn in with him. But I don’t fancy having a man smoking in bed with me. It’s dangerous. Besides, I ain’t insured.”

This being told to Queequeg, he at once complied, and again politely motioned me to get into bed—rolling over to one side as much as to say—“I won’t touch a leg of ye.”

“Good night, landlord,” said I, “you may go.”

I turned in, and never slept better in my life.

Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg’s arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner. You had almost thought I had been his wife. The counterpane was of patchwork, full of odd little parti-coloured squares and triangles; and this arm of his tattooed all over with an interminable Cretan labyrinth of a figure, no two parts of which were of one precise shade—owing I suppose to his keeping his arm at sea unmethodically in sun and shade, his shirt sleeves irregularly rolled up at various times—this same arm of his, I say, looked for all the world like a strip of that same patchwork quilt. Indeed, partly lying on it as the arm did when I first awoke, I could hardly tell it from the quilt, they so blended their hues together; and it was only by the sense of weight and pressure that I could tell that Queequeg was hugging me.

#herman melville #literature #fanfiction #there was only one bed

[luvithateitequilibration]

There is a story to be told to be free. Love/hate dominates and I I bought another modern equilibration course from a holistic source. I am on the verge of a breakthrough and transcendence of unconditional love.

Ultimately our relationship with our parents should be based on a balance of healthy love and hate until we have a breakthrough and can have a healthy balanced relationship with them.

I am in the middle of breaking through a love and hate argument with my parents. I love my parents and need them as I am getting more independent. I am gaining indepence losing dependence getting dependence balanced.

I divorced my husband I loved dearly when I was 28 years old with a ten year old daughter. He was drinking with his buddies treating me bad me sick getting sent to the mental institution by him & my parents them trying to figure out a cure for me just drugging me using me as a Guinea pig to experiment their new unproven drugs on. It was not helping my husband was neglectful, drunk, gone, distamnt, and abusive. I was told I could leave him and went to court on free legal aid and divorced him.

My parents provided a home for my ten year old daughter and I. I was on psychiatric medicine on disability renting their fully furnished and finished nicely decorated brand new one bedroom, one bathroom, one living room, and one kitchen basement with my daughter in a bedroom of her own with her own bathroom on the upper floor. We had a maid and sometimes my daughter and I filled in and made a wage. I paid rent for us. My parents bought my daughter grandma grandpa gifts but otherwise I supported her solely on my own no child support or help running my business Code Break Services.

I was starting my own business as I was writing articles, cleaning houses and taking care of and cleaning yards and doing art. I called it Code Break Services.

My daughter and I lived with my parents as our landlord just like that there with my parents about ten years. It was a nice life with some trials and tribulations at the beginning until I started reading the Bible more and listening to the Christian radio station The Key on 90.5 FM.

My daughter moved out with her boyfriend at the time. My parents owned and rented out a garden house and condo. My daughter was at college at Valparaiso University in a dorm then her and her boyfriend at the time ended up renting my parent’s Pebble Brook Crown Point of Indiana condo from them. She transferred to IU Northwest.

My daughter and her boyfriend were having a hard time financially both college students and my daughter and her boyfriend moved in with her boyfriend’s parents living in their home both working in college just in a bedroom doing homework.

I ended up moving out of my parents nice apartment where I rented a fully furnished basement and I started renting that nice Pebble Brook condo from them.

I had a job at the Merrilville library as a library page I loved. I was making ok money still on disability. I ended up having a cart fall on my foot and ended up on workers comp and disability no longer able to do my job. I was on crutches living independently working my business no help having a hard time.

I got holistic help again!!

I ended up having to quit my meds. I was on way too many!! I was on vitamins and a healthy diet and got a healthy heart. My parents wanted me back in the institution and I went.

The institution gave me an injection of invega and tried to put me back on all sorts of meds along with it. I would only take the invega and had a long six week stay for them to ok it.

I have never been as ok as I am on invega only. My love hate relationship with my parents is that they want me on meds and want me in a mental institution to ok it. I am now at a different psychiatrist no mental institution.

I got released.

I am with a psychiatrist the safe way. I work on loving and hating my parents through it all transcending it all with a breakthrough doing equilibration. All I have to do is get the injection. Love it/hate it. Transcend.

As of now I am health no corona or any other perscription running Code Break Services independently.

My daughter is now married living in her in-laws basement with her husband and eight month old daughter with her two step daughters that stay on the weekends. They are saving for a place of their own hopefully in Valparaiso then to have more children. I love them to death my supportive family.

[the-firebird69]

Further today is a huge day for us on Neptune we are taking a lot of calls more people and they're liars mostly about things that have something to do with Neptune but not directly. It's an overwhelming large crowd of nincompoops and screaming Maniacs here and they need to be disciplined and they are not we're going through the numbers and we cannot believe how many complete the object morons there are we're going to have to do something fairly soon. I do have information is regarding this situation here and housing and income and more

-the number of campers being bought is less than published it's a lot less but they do comprise about that number of people and that's the match more loss and they are nuisance Factor the people leaving are mostly trumpsters at this time the next wave will be bja right now they are the ones who evacuating

+there's an issue with the housing and is an apartment and no it's not an issue with our son it's an issue with John remillard and Dan. They were told not to do what they're doing and they continue to and they are told that they will have a limited time there and told that for a while but they're being told in different terms and whenever you look over there the guys are doing something strange so this week or next week they plan to approach them and ask them when they're moving out and that's what they're up to

-yeah several things that they plan to do to have them evicted if they refuse to one of them is to have family friends go ahead and found with the courthouse that she did not agree to have her in there and she has agreement she's complaining to the landlord several times who can't do anything about it and you'll ask him and they'll say just not have an agreement and he refuses to move out and it's true and Court will have to ask and they will evict him that's what's going on shortly we think this coming week

-other than that there are a couple other things happening but damn is also going to be asked and if he says no Sherry will begin the eviction procedure and they'll both be pressured to mess with our son after and he and she will be pushed out the screams in at night and yells at the people says try to stuff like that and they will be ultimately kicked out

-and further news this income might be changing soon there is an adjustment coming to SSDI it is an Indian mountain road $450 and that's because they did not include when calculating his social security along with the cola increase which would be more they left jeans and HMC out and they do on purpose to say that they don't count until you make him more poor and they are actually in trouble with the federal government and he says from right in front of her it's not very nice of you and what you're doing now it's not legal either and the intend on doing stuff. It is a considerable amount of money and those years are from the 2007 to 2009 it's about two and a half years and the income was a decent amount it was 20% of his total income that's just in a suffered they suffered because we've been in their bastards and some losing things to do. They also have a very cheesy plan and probably won't do anything.. the amount of the increase would affect the income from the gap between the employment and he did go to the hospital and that was almost a year social security and it will be about 2300 a month go around 22,500 and also it's coming up today and they did detect it and it was there and it is illegal to do to our son it's not legal behavior and that they're doing anything yes I hear being screws and sat here being idiots and screws have and also there's the period after James which was 2009 until president and that was noticed today that is a long period of time reference for them to have this error but it's not a ton of money a year it's about $300 a month so it's only about 3600 a year and times about 13 and a half and it's about $45,000 so far there's a lot and then you had in a cola which is different it's another $2,000 no it's not 4,000 and that's wrong too it's about $1,500 a year so it's another 15,000 20,000 so it's really going to be almost 90,000 found today and they'll open further investigations and it's going to be pushed ahead my pseudo empire and empire both and it is for a jazzminic effect.

-other things you notice is there a nitpicky and precise about eating like things today messed up at first and that's terrible terrible terrible people and horrible people to hang out with me it's nasty so having a brat a 4 year old kid there just hunting you..

-in other news other people are filing for missed money and a lot of them have died and they're absorbing those accounts and taking the money and the director of social security is not getting any and she wasn't doing it and it was told not to but that's been doing it was going to get arrested that's Terry cheesman and they're actually horrible it's going on now and it's getting bigger

And we're going to publish it's getting pretty big

Uriel and Goddess wife

That's amazing stuff it really is

God and goddess of China eternal parents of the Chan and jet li people we are in charge of our areas yes

Time to print

Olympus

[mindylichtman]

So funny thing happened this morning. I decided to spend a few minutes into getting my new drone I bought a Ace hardware in Green cove springs yesterday up and running.

What happened was I got my new drone set up perfectly in that but as I flew it around a little bit it got stuck in a tree high up next to the front porch on my landlord's property.

He come up with the bright idea of taking a pellet shotgun, a BB gun, and shot the little Branch it was Tangled up and above where the drone was at. It worked, he'd had impeccable Wayne but it tumbled down. The thing was though, is that the branch it was Tangled up In was in a while and so when it fell it went on to another branch and straddled it in the y, so it was still stuck there and we had to take a long-ass PVC pipe and hit the Big Branch until the drone and the little Branch fell right out. Amazingly, it still worked. It had to take the battery out and put it back in to restart the drone because apparently the rotors have a fail safe to wear if it can't get itself out of a situation, the battery mainly stops working but just powers on non-essential systems, like the camera. I had it tied to my phone through the drones app, so I can still see why video footage of it having an aerial view of the area it was stuck in, pointing down at the ground.

But yeah, until I get better at piloting that thing, I'm going to have to stick the large open areas like Omega Park to practice flying it around. It really helped in the event that I take it to work on my landlord's job sites to where they have to get a look at one of the houses or a commercial building high up. I forget practice using it, I can just have the drone go up up and away and hover at that spot and then the team can look at my phone seeing the video, and I can even take pictures through the phone app itself if need be. But yeah, just hilarious way to start my hours before I clock in at Publix today. I thought I'd share this on Tumblr again people a good laugh.

But to know, the picture and the video, the live stream video of the drones point of view it's so detailed. And it's in caller. So eventually, if need be, it could actually do very well helping out on job sites, looking in places to wear it's too high up without somebody always getting on a ladder and checking it out. I just didn't get that rig to play with, it's not a toy. I got it to make it useful.

#funny #adventure

[nityarawal]

Notes to hustling landlord for his last minute electrical bill:

Breeding for Dog Owners - Caring for Newborn Puppies | VCA | VCA Animal Hospitals

https://vcahospitals.com/know-your-pet/breeding-for-dog-owners-caring-for-newborn-puppies#:~:text=During%20the%20first%20four%20days,29.5%2D32%C2%B0C).

Google says it should be 70-80. Do you have a heat pad for them?

My cash came in! (: Yay! Relief! MJ loaned us a heat pad for puppies and is going to run me into town possibly.

Are you going anyways?

I need to go to liquor store too.

Do you need anything?

OK thanks. I just can't afford more yet but I got your $300! Hopefully Gabriel tarps roof tonight. It's too wet right now. I'm just warming up at MJs. I thought it was sweet of them to loan heat pad. I just put it on low. I gave the dogs alot of love and care when you weren't around. 3-6 cans of tuna/day etc. You asked me to check on them. Otherwise I was never in your room. No worries. When I get money I'll upgrade to Mike's. Can we turn it around? His place is cute. I just like entrance north or east.

Do you accept bit coin? I need to figure out new banking now that it broke! Lmk if you want to create it in a fun way. I'm going to be creative.

I don't have it. I told you I need to get my divorce refunds from court. My kids are raped so thats proority to stop. Did you find Melodys phone with Jada screenshots from nurse Darlene's smear campaign? I let Idyllwild Health Center know about their defamation trial at America 1st Legal. Send me all your testimony. Another mom is getting her refunds from Elon Musk now. I'll let Melody know her Sugar Daddy at Big Pharma needs to cover it. I would've had bank and insurance refunds if she didn't spread her legs for drugs & hooker car. Protect ranch better next time from court Hoes please. No teeth- no business- ever. Sober friends & clients only. Lol Prayers. Lmk if you want to rent 2 vacant trailers. They could pay immediately.

Are you going to be a hater over your irresponsible heating bills for pets? I had no heat or bed all winter after Melody sold me to a Chula Vista bonified court pedo- and still have leaky roof bro and your Cougar hustled me as a sex worker. Gross? Yeah- it is. No triangulation with felons. Merci. Thankyou. Grazie works with moms. And heat/food. Priorities. TG MJ let me warm up in snow storms at her place & Gabriel tried to fix propane heater we bought $20 in gas for. Do you have another? It's broken. I love your dogs and was happy to help caretake for birth all weekend & feed them 50 + cans of Tuna. Loved your toasty room. Thankyou! Maybe offer rewarding incentives to tenants- like jacuzzi- for labors & humane housing/ rick concerts? Also- does that dryer work? My bedding & carpet is so wet! Flooding! Mr. Landlord- we wish you a fine day!!! You will manifest this. You got it. No need to start ww4. It didn't work w/ Melody or Mikey did it? Peace. Merci. $Nityalakshmi

#Irany #GetSome w/ Dr. HALL.

HEARD HES GIVING FREE CHIRO TO HOOKERS & COMEDIANS! Your cousin?

Auntie Janet Hall was my nanny & her son Chris Hull is a political whore. He made my Jewish bff do Morning after pill.

I would never date anyone named Chris. For record. Or Mark. Now Halls. (:

Thank Melody.

You're very own court syphalis spreading #Trumpleberry political actress Cougar. Merci!!!!!! Lol

[alaratheturkishaxolotl]

Today was a very good day. I'm glad I got to go to the university fair and asked my questions about the universities and I'm glad I hung out with my friends! I felt like I belonged after a long time and it was the best feeling I ever had.

And I'm glad I bought a headband to match my friends because I can imagine us wearing them and being a group of bunnies haha.

Another thing I'm glad about is taking my first steps for independence by finally getting my password for my e gov account from the post office.

This is a thing in Turkey, where when you turn 18, you go to a post office near you to get your e gov account password. And yeah, that's how I can do my gov stuff now haha.

Here I am, thinking about the new house we will move in, we have to due to our current house having horrible infrastructure issues and my family being sick of having to pay money to repair the never ending infrastructure issues. Especially water issues. Yeah. And the landlord won't budge either, he's just bad. Yeah.

But either way, it has been a long day and I'm glad I lived through this day because it felt brand new and I'm just so happy I got to see new places haha

#justweirdthoughts #a long post #me just ranting #and talking #cuz why not #:) #alaratheturkishaxolotl