#but unless i take the car (and i'm in no condition to drive so no) or take an hour to get there i would have to go to the one closer to my

[frogcoded]

should start studying for my next exam today but i feel like shit it's probably best to just take a break. it's not like i'm in a rush anyway

#i couldddd go to the fabric store and see if they have something interesting #but unless i take the car (and i'm in no condition to drive so no) or take an hour to get there i would have to go to the one closer to my #house and not the one close to uni i usually go to #so i don't know if they also keep embroidery floss. might as well try though worst case scenario i just see what they have. #it's smaller which is why i don't usually go there but taking a trip outside will be good for me anyway #could also go visit my grandpa if i feel less like shit later today

[thedensworld]

Now You're Safe With Me | C.Sc

Pairing: Seungcheol x reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, established relationship

Words count: ±400

Summary: Seungcheol received several missed calls from you, and he knew they weren't just regular phone calls.

Seungcheol had just finished his meeting with a business partner when his secretary informed him of multiple missed calls from you. Glancing at his watch, he noted it was still an hour after your scheduled lunch. He knew you wouldn't call unless it was urgent, and a sense of foreboding settled in. Hurriedly, he strode to his office, his fingers swiftly dialing your number.

"Seungcheol..." Your voice trembled, the wail of sirens and the clamor of a crowd audible in the background.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Alarm surged through him at the distress in your voice. His heart raced as he heard someone shout about bleeding on the other end.

"There was an accident, just a block away from my office. Another car collided with mine," you explained, your words slow and measured. "I'm okay, just a small fracture and some bleeding."

Seungcheol exhaled heavily, his heart aching as he heard your sobs through the phone. He stepped out of his office, motioning for his secretary to follow him.

"It's alright, love. I'll be there in ten minutes. Can you update me on your condition?"

"Yeah..." You replied, your voice a whisper. "I'm out of the car now. The medic has tended to my wound. They think my left hand might be fractured. I need to get it checked."

"We'll see the doctor together. I'll be right there with you," Seungcheol assured, but there was a prolonged silence before you finally responded.

"Sorry for bothering you, I was just so scared I might lose myself earlier."

His steps halted just meters from the company entrance, the security team bowing respectfully as he passed. Your words held him in place, vivid memories of your previous car accident 5 months ago flooding back. He had been overseas when it happened, rushing back on a thirteen-hour flight to be by your side. The trauma had lingered you, making driving a source of anxiety for months. It was only recently that you'd finally regained the confidence to drive again.

Seungcheol understood the terror you must be feeling now, and earlier.

"It's completely fine, my love. Take a moment to catch your breath, okay? We'll get your arm checked, and then how about some ice cream and that series you wanted to watch together?"

Seungcheol's heart ached at the thought of you alone in the aftermath of a car accident. Your fear of losing yourself resonated deeply with him.

"Hmm... I'll wait for you here. Some people were rushed to the hospital. They were bleeding so much. I'm grateful it's just a fracture and minor bleeding. Take your time... No need to rush."

He hummed in response, assuring you he was on his way even though his hand gestured urgently for his secretary to expedite their journey. While you insisted it was fine to wait, Seungcheol couldn't bear the thought of you alone after what had just transpired.

As he caught sight of you sitting on the ambulance, phone pressed to your ear, Seungcheol swiftly ended the call. He closed the distance between you, gathering you into his arms.

Seungcheol's breath caught at the sight of your blood-stained blouse and bandaged head. He turned to the nearest medic, urgency in his eyes.

"She lost a lot of blood. She was stuck in the car. We've stitched the wound, but please get her to the hospital for further checks. Her left arm might be fractured," the medic explained, and Seungcheol nodded, gratitude in his gaze.

Gently cupping your cheeks, he wiped away your tears. Leading you to the car, he whispered, "It's okay, baby. I'm here with you. You're safe."

As you settled into the car, Seungcheol's heart broke again when you apologized to him and his secretary for being a burden. Myungho, his secretary, asserted that your well-being was the top priority, a sentiment Seungcheol wholeheartedly agreed with. He supported your weakened body, acutely aware of how drained you must be. He remembered the medic had said how close you came to losing consciousness when the emergency responders worked to free you from the car.

"Stay with me, okay?" Seungcheol murmured, and you nodded, your movements sluggish.

After ensuring you received proper treatment, Seungcheol's tension eased. You had a blood transfusion and your arm was tended to. You were moved to a patient room, and Seungcheol ensured you had the best accommodations available.

"You're not driving anymore," Seungcheol stated firmly when you were in better condition, seated on your hospital bed.

You began to protest, but exhaustion had settled in, leaving you weak and unable to summon the energy.

Seungcheol's voice held a determined reassurance. "I'll drive you everywhere. And if I'm tied up, I'll have Chan take over. He might be chatty, but you were safer with him."

You lowered your gaze, a quiet "I'm sorry" escaping your lips, barely audible amidst the sterile hum of the hospital room.

Seungcheol's gaze softened as he approached, enfolding you in his embrace.

"I'm sorry, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I just hate the thought of not being there to keep you safe. When you said you were afraid of losing yourself earlier... it broke my heart. I want you to always feel secure, to know you're safe with me."

You mumbled an apology, and he shook his head. His fingers gently lifting your chin so you met his gaze. " "It's okay... Just remember, you're safe with me now."

#densworld🌼 #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios #seventeen series #seventeen imagine #seventeen fic #seventeen drabbles #seventeen #choi seungcheol #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol fluff #seventeen seungcheol #scoups x reader #scoups fluff #scoups imagine #scoups imagines #scoups

[fuck-customers]

I work at a fast food place that requires us to take orders outside. We have a lane that we only use sometimes that's not under the drive thru shade contraption, so most customers don't use it unless we direct them to it. While we're using the lane, the managers ride our asses SO HARD about getting people to use the lane.

I pulled some dude into the lane. He goes, "You just took me out of the shade" kind of pissily. Keep in mind that he's in an air conditioned truck. I say, "Yeah, I have to stand in the sun too haha," trying to keep the peace. He says, "Well, I'm the one paying you, so."

Like no tf you're not? I doubt I'll see a cent of your money. I make minimum wage. The owner of the store and the managers make wayyyy more money than me. You're paying them, and they're the ones forcing me to make you go out in the sun. Don't take it out on me.

I had another lady get pissed at me about this stupid lane. I was taking food out to cars, and she was upset that it took me literally 10 more seconds to get to her in the lane. She said, "I don't know why I even had to go in this lane," to which I said, "Well, we have to use all of the lanes." I'm sure that made her even more mad, but it's not my fault that we have to use the lane. Everyone hates this lane except apparently the owner and like one manager. Stop taking it out on the workers

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[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Pretty Lady

Summary: Your favorite co-worker offers you a ride.

The room was dark and the only light was coming from your lamp. Your eyes dropped as you leaned on your hand, trying not to fall asleep. Your head leaned forward before you jolted back up. You groan, before rubbing your temples.

"Y/n, what are you doing still here? It's late."

You look up to the voice, a little foggy, "Paperwork." You yawn, as you lean back in your chair, trying not to fall asleep.

"How are you going to get home?"

"I was going to take the subway-"

Tom bends over to look you in the eyes," In your condition? You'll fall asleep before you make it underground. I'll drive you home."

"No, it's fine." You yawn again, your eyes, slowly drifting, "I'll be.... I'll be fine..."

"Yeah, no. I'm taking you home."

----

"Nice car," You remark, observing his air freshener, which was a pair of dice. "Retro," You say, gesturing towards them.

"My ex got it for me."

"I don't really keep anything my exs give me," You lean on your arm, letting the wind blow in your face to try and keep yourself awake.

"Sometimes you kind of get stuck with it."

You nod, "Yeah. Take a right here. I get that," You turn to him, "But even if I did, I wouldn't keep it where I can see it unless I missed them."

He chuckles, "You sound jealous."

You laughed a little, your head bobbing a little. "There's nothing to be jealous of," You remark, leaning your head on his dashboard.

"How long have you been up?" He said, pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex.

"Couldn't sleep last night. So much noise... Friday night parties."

"You do live right next to a main high way."

"No.... College kids. NYU... a few blocks away. They're not usually loud, but... You know... Holidays," Your sentences became shorter as you slowly drifted to sleep.

"Do you want me to take you to my place?"

There was a moment of silence, before he lightly shook you, and you straightened up, "No, it's fine.... Walk... Stairs... No, elevator... Quick. So tired... Knock out... the couch."

"Yeah, I'm taking you to my place. I don't trust that you'll make it to your apartment."

---

Tom parked his car, before turning towards you, but from the looks of it, you were knocked out. He lightly grabbed your bicep, softly rocking you, but you didn't wake up. He takes out his key, before opening his door, shutting it, and going to your side.

He opens the door, quickly grabbing you when you nearly fell out. He pushes his hands towards your knees, before picking you up princess-style.

He takes you to his apartment, softly shutting the door with his foot. He goes to his bed, lightly placing you on his bed, covering you, before heading towards his living room. Tom goes towards his closet, grabbing some extra blankets and pillows before setting up a spot on the couch.

----

You felt the light hit your face and burn into your eyes. You quickly sit up when realizing you weren't in your room. You look around the bedroom, before going to the curtains and closing them. You rub your head, trying to remember what had happened last night. You had been so tired, it was all a blur.

You slowly open the bedroom door and looked down the hallway, before spotting a light coming from the living room. You slowly walk towards it, surprised when you see Tom.

"Morning, Sunshine."

The male looks towards you, cracking a smirk, "Did you sleep well, Sleeping Beauty?"

"Peace and quiet was nice," You yawn, "College guys were celebrating because one of them got straight A's for the semester. They're usually pretty chill."

"You were knocked out like a rock," He chuckles.

"Yeah. They've been at it all week. Haven't been able to get any sleep. Slept in my car during lunch."

"Aww, you poor thing," He jokingly mocks, raising his hand towards you to caress your cheek. "You're always welcomed to stay with me."

"How charming," You roll your eyes, "Besides, it's not a big deal. Kids like partying."

"Young and free. No parents to tell them no."

"Yeah. You know Tom," You look over at him, making direct eye contact, "Thanks... You know... For letting me stay."

"Like I said, you're always welcome here. I mean it."

"Thanks Tom. I appreciate it."

#21 jump street #yandere 21 jump street #yandere tom hanson x reader #yandere tom x reader #tom hanson x reader #yandere tom #tom x reader #tom hanson #yandere tom hanson #yandere 21 jump street x reader #21 jump street x reader #21 jump street show

[beesmygod]

Due to circumstances i'm considering moving to the east coast after spending most of my life in the pacific northwest. Any advice?

this is me presuming you mean the northeast coast and not the south east bc thats a whole different kettle of fish. like even then there's a major difference between like. south carolina and florida.

-people are less inclined to strike up random friendly conversation with you. i think this is a net positive and people in portland constantly trying to talk to me freaked me out. the only people who talk to me are immediately obviously insane or are yelling at me.

-you need to take extra, extra good care of you car or it will rust

-the weather is insane lol. i can't people people lived like this before air conditioning. you cannot live without AC or heat. non-negotiable. you will experience every type of weather and problem except earthquakes.

-this was mind-blowing for me to adjust to but almost nothing over here is capable of biting and killing you. there are parts of the US where you have to shake out your shoes before you go out or watch where you step but like look at this lol

i came from a city with a landmark named "rattlesnake mountain". this shit is unreal to me. anyway,

-the cities were designed by mud-stacking idiots riding horses 300 years ago and as a result, every city feels like you're driving in toontown. unless its NYC probably i guess but the majority of these places were made wrong as a joke. this is probably RI only but some places have also decided to destroy their public transit so that you are forced to take the autobahn part 2: electric boogaloo. i'm not an anti-car guy, you know me, but its a human rights violation to make me drive in the minotaur's labyrinth

-the liquor laws here are busted lol. these guys still make you go to a separate store to buy liquor. puritan ass behavior. stop making me drive to another, sadder location

-availability of good options is going to be VERY different!!! PROS: cheap seafood that whips ass, portuguese, cuban, jamaican, ethiopian, italian (!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS WHERE THE REAL ITALIAN AMERICAN FOOD IS) and honestly there's still some extremely good mexican restaurants here. CONS: nothing is open after 9, good luck getting a meal past 8 on a sunday. its like they think vampires come out at night or something. trying to find ethnic food stores that have what you need is tough. less chinese and japanese options.

[hpowellsmith]

Yooo I’ve been following you since the beginning of crème de la creme. So proud of you to have more hard work published! Love the characters and world building. Asher my beloved. ❤️ And having Beaumont as a socially awkward bestie is the best. Also went back and played cdlc and I romanced Freddie the first play through ages back and thought I’d go for someone else this time around… HARTMANN my darling. My poor overstressd boy. He needs a solid five minute hug and 2 weeks of exactly no schoolwork and sleeping in every day. But I did manage to salvage my family’s reputation this go around. So that was fun.

But I had a question about the world building and the time period. It feels like it’s got a 1920’s sorta vibe by the technology? Or am I reading that wrong?

Ahhhh that's so wonderful, thank you so much - it feels so long since Crème de la Crème came out and I'm so pleased you enjoyed going back to it!

Someone else asked about setting timeframe on reddit - here's roughly what I said to them:

I play pretty fast and loose with technology - it's nice to have the freedom to do so when not writing something strictly historical! - but I tend to use 1930 as a very general guide for the upper limits of tech development unless I have particular reason to pick something from later in real-world history. The atmosphere is a bit of a mishmash of Edwardian and 1920s Europe, though as there isn't an equivalent of World War I for Westerlin and its neighbours, it's not an exact match by any means.

Gallatin has one telephone (this sort of thing) which you can use in Creme in some paths, as does Archambault, but phones aren't in most households outside of the upper class. Some businesses will have one, or there are also public ones - there might be one in a workers' club or post office, for example. (There are probably telegrams, though it's not something I've ended up mentioning yet.) There are cars/buses/taxis in Fenburg, though in most places it's a mix between them and horse-drawn carriages. Having your own car for recreational driving is more of a fancy thing, although more modern/prosperous farmers would have tractors and pickup trucks. Gallatin town is a bit rural and old-fashioned for many people to have cars, and the mountain roads don't make for great car-driving conditions, so horse-drawn coaches (and wagons/horses-and-carts) are used more often there.

The Royal Affairs MC and their family's lifestyle means they have access to a lot that others don't: the aeroplane (I picture something in the realm of this) is definitely an outlier, and would be rare even among the upper echelons! Cars are also getting a bit more common as it's a few years after Creme.

It's been really interesting thinking about how things will shift over time, because what I'm working on now will take place a few years after Royal Affairs - putting it nearly 10 years after Creme. Especially writing about a different country where developments have taken place at different times and in different ways, and writing about more modern (for the Creme setting) environments whereas Gallatin College, Archambault Academy, Teteriuk Manor, and the royal palace/Vossau/Staheli/the parliamentary buildings are centuries old. (Westerlin/Zaledo/Teran futuristic space race anyone?!)

#asks #creme de la creme series #creme de la creme #royal affairs #noblesse oblige #creme de la creme worldbuilding

[discow1tch]

Invitation Ch. 2

Summary: Cliffjumper finally works up the courage to talk to you

Warnings/tags: reader insert, human/robot relationship, flirting,

Notes: Thank you all for your patience! Back in 2021 my computer bit the dust and I lost my most recent draft of this fic. I only just got around to actually picking it up again.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

You do a double take at the clock.

"Oh, wow, it is late." you scramble to gather up your stuff. If you get out of here now you can catch the last bus.

"I can drive you home." a voice says from behind you. You jump and spin around to see Cliffjumper. He sends you a small wave and a smile full of flat white teeth as he towers over you.

"Oh. You don't need to. I'm sure you've got better things to do." you tell him as you pull on your sweater.

"Not right now. Unless you already have a ride." he says pointedly. You weigh your options.

"I was just gonna take the bus but I guess if you're not busy..."

"I'm not." he says a bit too quickly.

"Oh, okay. Thanks. Hey," you turn back to Ratchet, "I'll see you tomorrow, kay?"

He looks up from his data pad to give you a nod of acknowledgement as you and Cliffjumper walk past. You miss the tired but knowing roll of his eyes as the two of you leave.

"Do you normally take public transpo this late at night?" Cliffjumper asks as you walk out to the hangar doors together. He's careful to walk at your pace and keeps glancing down with each step.

"It's that or walk and it's not exactly a short walk back to where I live."

"It's not safe," he grumbles as he transforms. In a tchu-tchu-tchu of moving parts you're suddenly standing next to a little red sports car. He pops his drivers side door open for you.

"Well, those are my only options." you tell him as you settle into his drivers seat and the two of you set off.

"Not if I pick you up." he says through his speakers. That stuns you for a moment. You can feel him happily fiddling with controls. It's a weird sensation feeling the heaters kick on by themselves. The pedals move of their own accord as he shifts gears. Can he feel your feet on them? You pull them in.

"What, like every day?" you ask.

"It's not a long drive."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

It takes you a moment to formulate a response but when you do all that comes out is "Okay."

The hum of his engine takes on an almost happy purr. It seems almost ludicrous now that you'd thought he might hate you.

You watch the street lights flicker on as you hit city limits.

"Okay, I'll let you drive me around on one condition."

He ex-vents heavily. The warm air tickles your face.

"You're bargaining? Really?" there's a tinge of playfulness to his voice.

"It's just one little thing. I want you to tell me why you're doing this."

"I want you to get safely to base. You organics are so fragile."

That's not much of an answer.

"Yeah, but I get the feeling you don't want it to be just anyone who drives me home. What if I asked Blurr?"

Cliff's engine revs and you know you've got him.

"I bet he'd love to take me home. Maybe he'd let me give him a kiss goodnight even."

There's another rush of hot air to your face.

"Okay, primus. So maybe I should know better but I can't help looking at you. Those short shorts you wear drive me crazy and - and I know other humans look at you like that, too. I've seen them do it. If you were walking home alone they could just -," his engine revs again and you swear you can hear an angry tinge to it.

Wow. Okay.

"But that won't happen if I'm with you, right? You'd ask for permission before ravishing me wouldn't you?"

Cliffjumper makes something akin to a choking noise and hits the brakes for just a second. It jerks you forward hard enough that your seat belts locking mechanism kicks in. And then he's hitting the gas and speeding down he road. Adrenaline shoots through you.

"Whoa! Cliff-,"

"Don't say things like that." His voice is so serious it shocks you.

"Even if I mean it?"

Heavy silence follows. You struggle to think of what else there is to say. Maybe you've overstepped.

#transformers x reader #cliffjumper x reader #reader insert #original content #my writing #whoops forgot to stick this in the queue #robot x human

[irithnova]

More Mongolia headcanons but they're things that could get him cancelled (kinda). In honour of Genghis Khan day (that I'm so so so late for lmao) and that time they tried to cancel him on twitter:

He'll roll your eyes at you and call you a lightweight it you don't engage in drinking with him

Can either be really nice or really nasty when drunk 🙄 depends on who he's with

He cannot fucking drive. I mean he'll get you to your destination but you'll be holding onto your life the whole time. Also if you're driving he'll be in the passenger seat giving you the worst advice ever. Ulaanbaatar traffic ain't no joke

However pretty good at maneuvering a vehicle through harsh weather conditions though but that's pretty much the only time you'd feel safe in a car with him

Notoriously late for things don't expect him to be punctual unless it's something super important

Honest but can be pretty blunt without taking emotions into account so gets confused/annoyed with people when they ask for feedback or advise and then subsequently get upset

Chronically in denial of his bad parenting and would (sometimes) put alcohol in his children's milk to get them to sleep so he could party do other things

Thinks 90% of mental health issues can be cured by going on a walk

Has been calling reindeer herders weird since the 13th century ("Why don't you guys just use horses...") 🤒

Whiteknights for Tibet even if he is definitely in the wrong

#hetalia #aph mongolia #hws mongolia #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia mongolia

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton, p3, during the post-race press conference, canada - june 18, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "Lewis, coming to you now. Very well done, your third podium of 2023, your second in a row. How much satisfaction did this afternoon give you?" Lewis: "It's been a great weekend. Very difficult, with the conditions, but yeah, loving being in the car, with the car now in a better window and a bit more in the right track, and for us to be up there having battles with Fernando in the Aston, and being just on the second row, has been great, and to be on the podium two races in a row is really fantastic for us. We were also running fourth in Moanco, so we're definitely getting closer. It's gonna be a battle of development, I guess, over the rest of the season. I reckon Max's team are already working on next year's car, so we need to take our eye a little bit off the ball and focus on next year also, but yeah, happy to be up there." Interviewer: "Tell us a little bit more about your battle with Fernando. Having followed the Aston up close for so many laps, where were the differences in your cars?" Lewis: "Lower speed rear end. His rear end… I got to experience being behind Max, and his rear is very strong. [laughs] His rear end doesn't move and he pulls ten car lengths, probably, on me just coming out of the corners. But I think Fernando's very, very strong on the brakes and particularly very, very quick through turn ten and turn two. Those places, he was taking huge chunks out of me." Interviewer: "Alright. Very well done to you." [time jump] Journalist: "Jesús Balseiro, Diario AS. Question for the three of you: What's the feeling when you share a flat-out race together, the only three world champions on this grid, especially because the three of you haven't had a fight together for the last ten years; or maybe Max and Fernando, never. What are you feeling during this kind of race?" Lewis: "Not much more to add, but I agree with Fernando. It's just a privilege to be up here, fighting with these two who have done incredible in their careers, and this is quite an iconic top three. I don't know if there's been a top three like this ever before. I don't believe there has. But yeah, so hopefully there will be more, and I hope… As Fernando said, there's a lot of respect between us as we're able to race so closely and trust in one another, so I'm really hoping at some stage we have a more level playing field in our cars and then we're having much more exciting race, I think, in future." [time jump] Journalist: "A question for Lewis. Stu Cowan, Montreal Gazette. With Red Bull winning every race so far this season, Lewis, does a sense of frustration set in that you simply can't catch Max in the car that he's driving?" Lewis: "I'm beyond frustration… It's not a frustration anymore, if it ever was. [laughs] You know how it is, and you know what you're faced with, and there's nothing I can do about their amazing performance. It's likely that they will win every race moving forwards this year, unless the Astons and us put a lot more performance on the cars or their car doesn't finish, but yeah, it's not easy with the regulations to find the amount of performance that they have, advantage-wise. They've got to be thirty points up on us in certain points through the lap, and yeah, we've got some work to do, but… It's not as frustrating. As I said, I look forward to… I'm happy to firstly be back in the mix, and I'm just hoping at some stage we can have a little bit more level so we can get back to some of the good races we had back in 2021, and to have all three of us in a super tight battle would be sick."

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #canadian gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #canada #canada 2023 #canada 2023 sunday #tw max #fernando alonso

[spiderh0rse]

took a short break from Freeman's Mind to go and watch Mind of Ryan, and in short order, Arlen's Mind. Decided to take notes on these too, while I was at it, thanks in large part to @prinnamon having done the same! This is all of my notes on Mind of Ryan, Arlen's will be out in short enough order.

e1

singing :> casually in a public location, so he probably doesn't care if he's heard doing so

his usual parking lot isn't often crowded

sandwich... Steal it, Ryan. You'll need the energy in the coming days.

didn't sleep well. NO ONE in mindverse sleeps well.

his usual lot is usually Empty.

enjoys the idea of pissing people off with his parking location

almost forgot to lock his car

wears his lab coat all the time. He thinks it's cool, it's cozy, I get it.

used to live in Michigan. Power grid for his town tanked by a raccoon once

laughs at someone menaced by his car alarm

unbothered by power issues

likes soda. Or at least isn't unhappy with it

laughs off someone overreacting to a minor inconvenience

shares a living space with Barney. Probably lives on-site, then? Barney's tram in to work goes from the dorms to his station. The car is weird, then, unless theres no tram to Ryan's usual spot.

Barney sleeps heavily or simply was exhausted. I like that this explains his being late, a bit.

opens double doors dramatically

bit of a flat affect. My autism senses are tingling

his college wasn't air conditioned :( Black Mesa is, though!

having his eyes out would Suck

very sarcastic

at least two miles above AnMat, he claims. Very interesting, as you can easily see the sky on your way into AnMat in Half Life. Understandable exaggeration.

unwilling to pay for a helicopter ride out to Black Mesa. The car ride had to be MISERABLE.

Barney likes safety!

Colleague.

laughs nervously when people are annoyed in his general area

clapping and shouting at Barney usually wakes him up

vaults over a desk for the purpose of politely disposing of his trash. unbothered by someone admonishing him. vaults back out

"I'm not in a rush" your Tram is in Eight Minutes

e2

cards... in the dark. silly.

yeah why IS that guard wearing an HEV suit

works in Sector G, as a robotics engineer

missed his train :(

thinks himself to be the youngest scientist in the building. Despite knowing Barney, who considers Gordon a friend. Interesting!

LIKES DR GREEN. MAN WITH GOOD TASTE

will definitely be late. Usually isn't, but worries over what'll be done because he's late.

let the man have his break

thinks some rooms are just needlessly large

doesn't call the VOX the VOX

gets a tad rude when someone asks after something that has just been answered

even while openly panicking, doesn't emote too much vocally

not sure how to act in this situation but does try to get Out of the tram serving as a barrier between him and the bullsquid

snaps at someone shooting at the thing, for whatever reason

e3

just had cpr performed on him. If his chest hurts that's probably because his RIBS are BROKEN. Headache is likely the Head Injury That Knocked Him Out

unconcerned by the blood around him

gman sighting,, LEAVE RYAN ALONE

feels like he Should be panicking but ultimately Isn't.

hates roaches :( respects them but doesn't like them

ignores strange noise. Ryan would survive a horror movie

gman i promise you don't want to hire this guy (lying)

not jazzed at dusty/bloody vent but doesn't complain overmuch about the cleanliness

points out that the vents are cold. Makes sense, he was just out driving not too long ago, perceptually

smoke in the vents! Coughing fit at very little smoke!

seems uncurious about a pistol in the vents, and is pretty cheery about laying hands on it

"yessirre"

"hi rat :)"

focused on his labcoat getting dirty. I can commiserate. That's his favourite bit of clothing if he's always wearing it.

does startle easily, but doesn't linger on awful things

decent ability to climb

jokes about dangerous torrent of water being a waterslide and walks around it with very little hesitation

only sounds mildly stressed when he falls into it

doesn't like freezing water. L

end card!!!! :D original art!!!

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Makes an odd analogy about the building being alive

Overall unconcerned about a bunch of mutilated humanoids, other than thinking them unfriendly and to be avoided

Wants some manner of weapon. Gets hit in the face by a headcrab and bemoans the lack further

Continues nervous laughter. Would rather be hallucinating than actually be near a gargantuar.

Considers his "happy place" to be facts about the Tau cannon. Spits those facts out in an effort to ignore all the headcrab zombies

He works on the Tau cannon! Or does so often enough to be able to alter its functionality

Has his own lab? May simply share a lab space with others but consider it his

Ignores horror over a corpse in favour of the bulletproof vest right next to it. Also searches the body for a gun. Pragmatic.

Considers his luck poor

A tad sarcastic when he's able to be

Content to swing a crowbar around like a baseball bat

Emotes the most vocally he has all series when complaining about being in pain

Feels wrong to kill the zombies. Decides he won't.

Jumps a gap, barely clears it, and does that with no hesitation or comment.

Seems to be right handed in the official art. I'd be interested to see if there's a Mindverse character that's left handed.

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His flashlight is a shake-to-charge sort

Vocally distressed at seeing a barnacle eat someone

Despite that, jokes about the eaten man's death

His lab is in the biology department, but he remains uninterested in biology

Takes off the vest with no hesitation. Very decisive man.

Continues to laugh when barely avoiding death

Electrical issues are a common occurrence at Black Mesa

Unbothered by taking a Snickers bar off of a dead man

Thinks first of a pizza when hungry

Keeps taking head injuries.

Reconsiders his initial reaction to some Thing, and rephrases by running and yelling.

Has to catch his breath after running from it

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Had to live in a storage unit for a while. His his bed behind a stack of boxes. The unit proper was always miserably cold.

Hates the idea of beating the zombies to death, but thinks he could shoot them.

Doesn't want to leave an injured man behind. Accepts the logic presented to him, though.

Continues to avoid killing things when he can avoid doing so

Carries on ignoring any bodies unless he thinks they have something to offer him

Doesn't care overmuch about the aliens.

The alarm that goes off here, and throughout all of Unforseen Consequences, is an alert of structural damage.

Hasn't been running for any of this. He isn't used to physical exertion.

Once tried to hack the announcement system for April Fool's. Failed. Impressed a guard is able to manage it

Takes a shotgun despite weight concerns, on account of it being a shotgun

Has clearance level four

Kills someone on accident. Promptly starts thinking in loops

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Has two opened cans of Squirt next to his laptop.

Bought a laptop on May 17, 1995, while in college/university.

Has no regrets about buying a laptop worth half his student debt. (Prin adjusted this for inflation and discovered that his laptop is around $3000, nowadays.)

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The framing of the opening shot suggests Ryan has been sitting quietly for some time, thinking about having killed someone.

His model is also very nice.

Attempting to rationalize the manslaughter away

He does have his phone on hand.

Injures his leg in an elevator crash

Panics while in a dangerous situation, but calms down pretty much immediately afterwards

Worried he's sustaining hearing damage, but holds priority at not dying

His bones audibly creak when he lands a jump. Complains about it, but doesn't sound like he's in pain

Likes that nothing can follow him into an air vent

Practically flies up the ladder, makes no mention of his leg bothering him on it

Just happy to be alive.

Accepts he has to leave people behind if he wants to survive this, and isn't happy about it

His phone, a Nokia, accepts calls by payment plan.

Todd Arlen has just called him. I've yet to watch Arlen's Mind, so this doesn't mean much to me, yet.

Todd has escaped Black Mesa, and seems surprised that Ryan hasn't. I'd say this suggests Ryan has lost substantial amounts of time to his assorted head injuries.

Silent when he hears he's at risk of being on-site when a nuke is dropped on the facility. Brushes it off when Todd asks after him.

Calls Todd by his last name primarily.

Outraged and afraid about the nuke.

Believes he's going to die.

Overall! the autism headcanons are primed for this guy. i like how much he seems to react to everything happening around him with around the same level of mild nervousness. unfortunately he is running around with broken ribs and later an injured leg that he KEEPS PUTTING WEIGHT ON. shakes him violently. please be careful i understand you have no better options right now but at least brace against a wall

#the exact style the notes were being taken in switched up a tad partway in #this is because SOMEONE (Nem) fronted and took control of the whole matter himself #more power too him. im amazed i remember anything about the series lmao #mind of ryan #ryan sullivan #uhhh #would it be misleading to tag this freemans mind.... #maybe just #mindverse #rmafav

[whatsnewalycat]

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 3: Bored in the USA

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: This chapter has a lot of angst, pregnancy mention, swearing, smoking, alcohol use, cannabis use, family of origin problems

Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it's 1998 and you're starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Notes: We don't see a lot of Javi this chapter, mostly in passing, but reader/you is/are working through your feelings on what happened in the first two chapters. I'm using the gif above because look at that smiiiile- so beautiful! Music is a big inspiration in writing this, so I'm making a Spotify playlist for each chapter. Playlist for this chapter. I really wanted to make something where Javi can be soft, vulnerable, goofy, etc. Because CUTE. I've written a few chapters ahead and cross-posted on AO3 here.

Ch 1 : Ch 2

Heights Elementary School, Laredo, TX 

May 15, 1998

I don’t want to do this. This is a mistake.

You ignore the voice inside your head, as well as that feeling in your gut, and slide the resignation letter into Superintendent Johnston’s mail slot. Now it’s done. The two weeks notice is out of your hands. 

Fuck. 

You turn and leave the office, giving a plastic smile and wave to the elderly secretary sitting at her desk, “Bye, Carol! Have a good weekend.” 

She waves in response without looking at you. 

Echos of your loafers hitting the tile floor ricochet down the empty school hallway. You turn to exit the building near the staff parking lot. As soon as you open the door to get outside, the Texas heat slaps you in the face. 

It’s like walking into a heat lamp. 

You’re thankful you opted for the sundress to work today, otherwise you would’ve been sweating all day. The lot is empty, save for your black 1994 Volvo 850 Wagon and Carol’s car. You spent an hour writing up your resignation letter, then another hour having a moral dilemma about whether or not to actually turn it in. When you get in your car, it’s so fucking hot you want to puke. Once you start the engine, you roll the driver and passenger side windows down to let some of the heat out while the A/C kicks into gear. You pluck a cigarette out of the pack in your cup holder. After lighting the cigarette, you take a deep drag, groaning through the exhale when you remember that Dan is taking you to the Pour House right when you get home.

Maybe I can just stay in this car forever instead. 

You shake the temptation out of your brain and shift the car into drive. 

—

The car keys land on the black console table with a jingle within seconds of you walking in the front door. You kick off your shoes, make your way over to a central air conditioning vent, and close your eyes. The icy cold air blows onto your face and you feel a hint of comfort for the first time today. Dan spots you when he comes into the living room. 

“Are you ready to go?” He inquires.

You shake your head and sigh, “Give me five minutes, I need to change.” 

You reluctantly open your eyes, then walk past him down the hallway into your bedroom. It’s a square room, two large windows opposite the entry door, walls painted a deep emerald green, floor covered in a cream colored carpet. The sheets, pillow cases, and comforter on your king size sleigh bed are white. Your bed frame is a dark walnut; you have side table drawers, a chest of drawers and vanity table with the same finish. There’s a lush vine plant hanging in front of one of the windows that has crept its way around the wall. You drag yourself over to the walk-in closet. 

Once inside, you yank your sundress off over your head and slide a shorter, more breathable black dress on in its place. You review your choice in the mirror. It is quite short, like you may not want to bend over at the waist unless you want to moon everyone, but it shows off your thick thighs, which you adore. After exiting the closet, you take two steps over to plop down in the vanity seat. Despite the fact that you did, in fact, cry for at least one cumulative hour today, your eyes are surprisingly not bloodshot or puffy. 

A goddamn miracle. 

You quickly refresh your makeup, applying concealer, blush, mascara, and a dark pink lipstick. When you re-emerge in the living room, Dan’s tall frame is leaning up against the front door. He is crossing his arms, one hand wrapped around his car keys, tapping his nike tennis shoe to the linoleum impatiently. He glances up through his blonde curtain bangs when he hears your bare feet padding down the wood flooring in the hallway. His ocean blue eyes wander up and down your frame and he smiles warmly at you, but the words that come out don’t match the warmth, “Are you sure you want to wear that? It’s really short.” 

You nod and respond curtly, “Yeah well I’ve been sweating my ass off all day and you’re already getting impatient with how long I’m taking.” 

He shrugs, pushes himself off the door, and then opens it for you to walk out first.

Ever the gentleman. 

During the two minute drive to the bar, you tell him you turned in your resignation letter. 

“Good. Are you excited?” He asks, eyes not leaving the road. 

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly, “It’s nice that you’re making enough money now that I don’t have to work, but I really love my job.” 

He grimaces, “We’ve been over this before. It’s pointless to work at that job when you don’t have to. It makes more sense to have you at home taking care of the house and wedding planning, remember?” 

You have had this conversation with him dozens of times. It was pointless having it again. You sigh, “You’re right.” 

He pulls into a spot in front of the Pour House and puts the car in park.

— 

“- my momma has been a homemaker since she was 25, never regretted it once.” Dan takes a swig out of his beer bottle and continues, “Besides, after we get married, we’re having kids straight away. Wedding planning, making babies, taking care of babies- she’ll be able to keep busy!” He explains to his friend, Greg. Greg nods his head and looks from Dan to you. You shrug and give a half-assed smile. 

Your inner rebel girl dies a little and you take a sip of your beer in memory of her. You love Dan, and you know this is the right move for your future together. It just stings a little right now because you always saw yourself being an elementary school teacher. It’s the one of the few things in your life that has felt earned and meaningful. 

But, you rationalize with yourself, I will have my own kids someday. It will be fine. This feeling will pass, just like Dan said, I’ll be able to keep busy. 

“Hey, man, it was good talking with you. I actually have to go over to Chucho’s house. Javi is back in town, so Chucho is throwing a welcome back party for him,” Greg tells Dan. He throws a $20 bill on the bar. 

Javi

Your pulse quickens as you recall the Javier you met back in 1993. There’s no way in hell it’s the same person, but his handsome face flashes in your mind’s eye anyway. 

“No shit? Hey, tell Javi welcome back for me, will ya? We’ll see y’all at church on Sunday,” Dan bids farewell. 

Greg tips his cowboy hat to you and Dan in departure and you wave goodbye to him. 

Javi 

Your skin tingles in all the places Javier touched you. You almost let out a small moan when you think about how hard you came with him. Hands down, best sex you ever had. 

Dan turns to you and plants a kiss on your cheek, finally acknowledging your presence after talking to Greg directly for an hour. You smile weakly at him. The day has been emotionally exhausting and you just want to go home. 

“You ready to split?” he asks, then finishes his beer and gets his wallet out to settle the tab. 

Thank fucking god. 

“I’m ready when you are.” 

—

That night while in bed, you toss and turn thinking about Javier. Wouldn’t that be wild if it was your Javi that Greg was talking about? There’s absolutely no way, but what if? 

You love Dan, and the sex is fine, but the doesn’t hold a candle to that night with Javier. In the safety of your bed in the dark, Dan snoring beside you, you allow yourself to access the thoughts that make your chest feel hollow. 

He occupies your mind more often than you would ever admit. You think about the two of you sprawled out on that ratty couch, post-orgasm glow radiating off of you, when Michelle caught you two and freaked the fuck out. She chased him out of the apartment with no shirt on at 2am and screamed at you until you cried and locked yourself in your bedroom. She stopped speaking to you from that moment forward. Javier evaporated into thin air, never to be seen again. And, ultimately, you had a mental breakdown due to the incident in its entirety. It’s a very sensitive time that you’ve detailed to your best friend Claudia, and your therapist, but nobody else. 

It’s sort of bittersweet, because if that night hadn’t happened, you wouldn’t have met Dan. You started going to therapy, and your therapist recommended you join a sport to make friends. You’re the least sporty person in the world but you tried anyway, just trying to find any sort of community. You found an adult softball league that met every Wednesday, and hated almost every single second of it. But on your team was this tall, handsome, sporty dude who was actually kind of charming, and into you (Dan, obviously). 

You hit it off (sports pun) right away. He has lived in Laredo his whole life, except when he was going to college in Dallas. His family, the Bakers, are one of the most prominent families in the town. Dan is an engineer, just like his father, and helps run the family business, a lucrative computer hardware company. He’s outgoing, active, and successful. You moved in with him when you graduated, then got a teaching job at Heights Elementary.

It all fell into place like it was meant to be. You were seeking community, you found something else: a family. 

Sure, you have a family in the sense that you have a mom, dad, stepmom, brothers, extended family… but you are essentially estranged from all of them. You talk to your grandma the most, and she’s hanging onto life by a thread. Claudia is the closest thing you have to a family. You’ve known each other for almost your whole life, spend holidays visiting each other, you’re her son's godmother, so on and so forth. Effectively family, but it’s not the same. 

Dan is incredibly family-orientated. You love that about him. Every Sunday, his whole family attends church and then goes out to lunch together. They celebrate every birthday, go on an annual vacation together, and all live in Laredo. You feel blessed to be accepted by the Bakers. 

That being said, you know that you and Dan aren’t the most compatible people. But you know you can build a beautiful and comfortable life together regardless. You know he won’t leave you, he will be a provider, and he will give you children. You suppose those are the reasons he wants to marry you. It might not be the dream you had for yourself, but it’s also not the worst place you could have ended up in life. 

Your mind briefly floats back to Javier and wonders what would have happened if he had knocked you up. You think about it from time-to-time, a fucked up part of you wishing it would have happened. Maybe you would have had motivation to seek him out then. You wonder if he ever thinks about you, but you doubt it. If he had given a single fuck about you, he wouldn’t have completely ghosted you. 

And that’s probably what fucks with your head the most. Almost five years later, you were still laying in bed next to your fiancé,  thinking about Javier… and he probably doesn’t even remember you.

—

The next day, you take a morning walk to check the mail and get a few groceries. As you do on your morning walks, you smoked a joint while you walked through the park on your way. Since Laredo is such a small town, you can pretty much walk anywhere within city limits. The “downtown” area is only a few city blocks, so it’s pretty easy to run basic errands on foot. 

You’re mostly in your own head daydreaming when you approach the post office. There’s a man exiting, looking down at the mail in his hands. Being the nice broad you are, you hold the door open for him. Being high as fuck, you don’t make eye contact with this person. He mumbles a thank you as he walks past. While you’re fishing your PO Box keys out of your pocket, you’re trying to place what that man smelled like. It’s musky, a certain type of cologne, cigarettes… like a word on the tip of your tongue, it’s bothering you. 

After confirming there’s no new mail in your PO Box, you walk down the block to the grocery store. Almost immediately when you enter the grocery store, you forget what you’re there to get. And did you write a list? Of course not. So you grab a basket and start walking up and down the aisles, grabbing whatever sounds good. 

It crosses your mind that Dan is thinking you will make a wonderful homemaker and the thought makes you laugh out loud. You’re a 32-year-old woman, stoned as hell in a grocery store, no idea what you’re doing. Not to mention your organization style can be mostly described as chaos. Sometimes you think he doesn’t even know who you are.

You throw a bag of salt and vinegar chips in your basket and review its contents. Hot dogs, buns, chips… that’s good enough, right? You shrug to yourself and head for the checkout line. It’s a small grocery store so there are a total of three checkout lines; usually only one is open. You set your basket on the checkout conveyor belt, then throw a butterfinger in there as a treat for the walk home. 

The person in line behind you starts unloading their basket as you hand the cashier money to pay for your groceries. 

There’s that fucking smell again. It smells so good.  

You figure it’s the guy from the post office, so you look up at him just for a split second to see if that will help you figure out the mystery. You’re sure it’s just a cologne someone you know wears. You only see the back of him, but he’s a moderately tan-skinned man (maybe Hispanic?) with short chestnut brown hair, a brown leather jacket, tight jeans, and work boots. It doesn’t ring any bells. The cashier hands you your change and you go on your way.

You stop in the park on your way back home, just to hang out. It’s cooler than it was yesterday, thankfully. You find a picnic table and sit down on it while unwrapping your butterfinger. You think about what you’re going to do with the rest of your day. Probably try to lay in your hammock and read. Maybe go get a drink with Kim later. You’re enjoying your candy bar when it hits you like a slap in the face. 

That smell was Javier. 

You stop chewing as a full on panic spreads across your chest. You reason with yourself, it’s probably a man that wears the same cologne he did. 

But it looked like him from behind. 

There are so many guys that look similar to Javi from behind around here. You (mostly) convince yourself that you’re panicking for no reason. 

—

The next morning, you’re sitting in the church lobby, zoning out like you do every Sunday morning here. There’s so much noise echoing off the walls from post-church service chatter, you are unable to concentrate on any one particular thing anyone is saying. The Bakers know this isn’t really your favorite “scene” so to speak, so they don’t give you too much shit when you inevitably exit the building to go smoke cigarettes outside while Cheryl finishes up chit-chatting with the other churchgoers. 

You put on your sunglasses as you meander over to the smoking area. These people are chit-chatting, too, naturally, but it’s not as noisy. You light up a smoke and take a drag, then take a look around at the people scattered around. There’s a clique of 5-6 people standing in a circle, smoking and talking loudly. You walked a little closer just so you could eavesdrop. 

“- So are you staying with Chucho now that you’re home?” a middle-aged white man wearing a blue suit with a receding hairline asks. 

“Yeah I’m helping him with work around the ranch,” comes the reply. You take a drag off your cigarette, flick your glance to the speaker, and your stomach drops like a rock. He’s wearing a tan suit, light blue striped tie, and sunglasses. Hair a little longer than the last time you saw him almost five years ago. Dashingly handsome, looking absolutely miserable with the cigarette-break-turned-press-conference.

Javi. Of fucking course it’s him.

Chapter 4

#javier peña x you #javier peña x reader #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #pedro pascal #daddy pedro #narcos fanfiction #pedrostories #pedro pascal characters #your smile is beautiful you look like linda evangelista you're a model #jdett

[mental-mona]

Sex in an Orthodox Jewish Caregiver/Dependent Marriage

This is an essay I wrote years ago as an adjunct to a larger essay on making a caregiver/dependent marriage work. It's based on my and DH's experience as well as some outside advice, and addresses something important for those of us Orthodox Jewish spoonies whose spouses are as much caregiver as lover. I haven't seen the issue of nidah and chronic illness/disability discussed much anywhere, so I'm sharing this here as I originally wrote it in the hope that someone else can benefit from it. It's long and a little spicy, but not so spicy that I feel like I need to tag it as mature.

  I want to discuss something critical to any marriage which can be especially difficult in a caregiver/dependent marriage: sex. Yes, I know it’s uncomfortable to talk about, especially when you’ve been raised never to discuss such things. However, the very practice of taharat hamishpachah is essentially centered around sex, and ignoring or glossing over issues in the bedroom won’t make them go away. So, let’s get to it.

  First off, lower your expectations for mikvah night. Ladies, if your husband had to drive you to the mikvah and wait somewhere near enough for you to find his car easily but far enough away that it wouldn't be creepy to other ladies using the mikvah, it's hard for him to feel like reconnecting and pampering you more than usual, even if that's what you want. If he's exhausted from taking care of you or he's the one who's chronically ill, sex may not be on the table. Gentlemen, if your wife is chronically ill and finds mikvah prep exhausting or you're chronically ill and she spent all day taking care of you before she even started prepping for mikvah, she may not be interested in sex. Just cuddle in each other's arms for a while and call it a night. All of that goes double if one of you has a condition which makes sex physically uncomfortable and/or difficult.

  While we’re talking about mikvah, let’s talk about nidah. If the wife has a gynecological problem that makes her bleed endlessly and/or ridiculously frequently, you may be sexually frustrated for weeks on end. Ladies, I don't care if you've been nidah for four weeks and now you expect a real period again in two days; for the love of everything holy, if you’ve counted 7 clean days then go to mikvah and spend some time reconnecting with your husband. It's worth it, and your body might surprise you and not bleed again for a week. Unless one of you is asexual, you both need sex and touch and reconnection. However you practice nidah, even if it's just stopping sex and nothing else, you'll be frustrated and your stupid little fights won't get resolved as well as you'd like because you won't be able to have makeup sex. If you don't touch each other during nidah and you’re stuck with nidah for too long, you may find yourselves showing signs of clinical depression; humans need touch to thrive. I find that in that kind of situation, getting all the hugs you can from relatives and same-sex friends really helps. It's not the same as your spouse's touch, but it'll at least help keep you functional.

  Something else to consider during nidah and in general: communication. Since you can't just have makeup sex or depending how you practice even hug it out, the best thing you can possibly do for yourselves is learn to communicate your feelings and needs in nice, constructive ways. You want to use "I statements" and be upfront but polite with each other if you're upset about something. Think about how you'd respond to "I'm annoyed that I keep having to wash four bowls when I only used one that day. Could you please try to either wash what you use or use fewer dishes?" as opposed to "Stop using so many dishes! You keep using three bowls to my one, and I hate having to wash them all." Your marriage in general will benefit as you get better at communicating, but it's especially vital if the wife is endlessly nidah.

  Now we come to the real meat of it: the sex itself. Yes, it’s an awkward thing to negotiate, especially when you’re not used to it. First a caveat, that if you’re unsure if a sexual act you want is permitted, ask your rabbi. Once you’ve done that (if necessary), then in general, try to meet each other halfway in the bedroom. Unless one of you is asexual, you probably both have sexual needs. These can be difficult to meet when one of you is chronically ill. Understand that sometimes one of you will be too tired and/or ill to put out when the other wants sex, and neither of you should take issue with the horny one masturbating under those circumstances. If one of you is not up for penetrative sex but still wants to meet the other's needs, you can always use your hands and/or mouths. Another thing to remember is that you don't both need to have an orgasm every time you do something sexual; sometimes it's purely about satisfying one partner, and the other partner will get theirs another time.

  Turning the awkward factor up yet another notch, I recognize that some of you folks out there are into something kinky, or will suddenly discover a kink down the line. If you're kinky, realize that kinky sex probably won't be a regular thing, and figure out ways to work around any disabilities that would make practicing your kink difficult. You might have to do some research, experiment, and perhaps invest a bit more money than you’d planned to, but you will probably be able to find a way to at least make your kink an occasional treat without causing each other undue physical or emotional pain. Communication is key here too – if something doesn’t feel good physically or emotionally, whichever of you is uncomfortable needs to speak up immediately so you can stop, talk it out, and try something else.

  In short, though sex and nidah are difficult topics to discuss, they are vital to a happy marriage. I hope you two find your way, whatever it looks like, and have fun for as long as you live.

#jdaim #jumblr #marriage #marriage advice #jewish marriage #jewish marriage advice #spoonie #chronic illness #jewish disabilities acceptance awareness inclusion month #sex advice #nidah #judaism #orthodox judaism

[kckenobi]

thanks for the tag @katierosefun !!!! 💗

do you make your bed? hardly EVER, but in my defense, I pretty much am only in my bedroom when I'm going to sleep or am talking on the phone

what's your favorite number? It's been 8 since I was a kid and my mom said it was her favorite number ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

what is your job? teacher!

if you could go back to school, would you? I'm finishing my masters in a couple of weeks, and unfortunately I really haven't enjoyed it — but that's not because I don't like learning and school, more just a product of the actual institution and the fact that doing night classes half-time with a full-time job is fuckin hard!!! so I wouldn't rule out going back to school, especially because someday I think I'd like to train future teachers and that often involves a PhD, so we'll see :)

can you parallel park? YES and that's honestly my greatest flex.

a job you had that would surprise people? I don't think i have any super surprising past jobs.....i sing in weddings on the side? And funerals?

do you think aliens are real? Totally, it's statistically SO unlikely that the conditions for life as we know it occurred only once

can you drive a manual car? Okay listen,,,,LISTEN,,,.,,,I HAVE driven a manual car. I CAN. However,,,,,it was horrific. My grandfather taught me bc he had a manual and thought everyone should know how to use a stick shift, and I was like haha!!! How hard can it be!!! I love learning new things!!! WRONG it was SO HARD the car stalled CONSTANTLY bc I couldn't time the clutch/gas change properly, literally hyperventilated when I had to (gasp) STOP AT A RED LIGHT on a HILL bc oh god what if it starts going backward and I can't stop WHAT IF— so yeah, honestly I wish I liked it bc it did feel kind of cool, like flying a space ship bc you as the driver have so much more control than with an automatic transmission. But sadly, I did not cross the bridge from stressful to enjoyable lol

what's your guilty pleasure? I try not to feel guilt about the things I enjoy, but maybe it's how much sugar I like in my tea and coffee?

tattoos? sadly I have a weird thing about symmetry (and also making permanent decisions LOL) that I think will probably prevent me from getting one, but I do like the thought

favorite color? probably green!

favorite type of music? folk!!! We love some acoustic guitar and cutting lyrics

do you like puzzles? It seems so contrary to my personality but I actually hate puzzles. They take too long and for no reward bc then you just have to put it all away lol

any phobias? I am claustrophobic, though I've gotten so much better than I used to be!!! Ur girl can ride elevators and be totally calm unless they make weird sounds or there's too many people on them, which is fabulous woooooOoOoOo!!! Also randomly, this is a new one, needles?

favorite childhood sport? I was not a sports person, but baseball

do you talk to yourself? I have an hour commute to work, so the 2 hours I spend alone in the car daily are RIPE with out-loud conversations I have with myself

what movie(s) do you adore? Finch made me SOB, in the best way, and it's still one of my favorites even though I haven't seen it since the first time 3 years ago. Just—at the end of the world there are still butterflies. And to keep going, to be human, is to just love someone more than yourself. TEARS

coffee or tea? I hate that now my answer is generally COFFEE, who am I, i identified as a tea drinker for so long

first thing you wanted to be growing up? an astronaut (but alas, see claustrophobia), and a singing veterinarian (maybe I thought I'd sing the animals back to health, who knows?)

no-pressure tags: @lightasthesun @giggles-and-freckles @pandora15 @siarrawrites @ahsokryze @skywalker-tano-kenobi

#tag game

[dipolardruid]

YOO THANKS FOR DOING MY REQUEST MANN btw it’s 🌊 anon ^^. AND I have a other request if you don’t mind that is SO what if Yan-step mom gets a call saying that the reader and the dad get into a car crash. BUT they both end up surviving with just some minor injuries

Hi nice to hear from you again! Sorry for the late posting I got a little busy with some things but here it is!

TW: Car Crash mention, involving reader and father

She will immediately go into panic mode.

She will drop everything she's doing doesn't matter if it was important or not, she won't even process or acknowledge anything after that she'd go into a blackout.

She'd only start processing everything happening once you and your father were at home safe, she doesn't care if it was serious or not if it was enough to cause even a minor injury then it was serious enough in her eyes.

Any briusing,cuts or sore spots on the body she'll deal with them whether it's necessary or not, she'd enter caretaker mode until both of you are at 100%.

Even after that she'll still be on high alert and insisting on driving you and your father everywhere, if your father goes to get a new car to replace the damaged one she'd be against it and try to discourage it.

Even if she failed to discourage him she'd still insist on taking him and you everywhere and will start to go in a panic if he tries to drive off without her in the car, it'd take lots and lots of convincing to start trusting him to drive you and himself to do your things but once she sees things will fine she'll relax a little more.

She'll either call you or your dad to make sure you both are fine but you will notice she'll make a circle around both you and him once you both arrive from doing anything even if it was a quick 5 minute drive.

Do expect her to really push her relationship with you as much as you let her if you're not close to her, she is in almost a hurry now, while she tries not to be pushy everytime you walk out the door instant fear grips her heart "what if this is the last time I see them? What if something happens and I'm not there? What if I can no longer prove I've changed?" It'll only get worse unless your father or even you give her some comforting words.

An app which updates on your condition and location will be installed with your knowledge of course "just to be sure." Is her reasoning, so far everythings been good despite her looking like she fell in a pool when you call her for help especially emergencies.

While your father believes this is quite much he can't help but feel his heart flutter with happiness when she acts this way because after so long he will feel loved and cared for, so if you really show any resistance to the app he'll wave it off and tell you it's for the best.

So during this time he will be around Betra a lot more so if you're one to not to see pdf run while you still can.

One thing is for sure she feels extremely guilty about the crash even if she couldn't do anything about it, If she could she would've already locked you and your father up to prevent you both from ever leaving and ensuring your safety, she'd never voice that though....for obvious reasons.

Request are open!

#my oc character #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc #female yandere x reader #female yandere #yandere female oc #platonic yandere #yandere female #yandere mother #yandere step mother #Betra

[devastator1775]

The Hitchhikers (Halloween Story)

'And the final story of the hour: more bodies of young women have been discovered. Police have verified that these were the bodies of Nancie Little and Beverly Rodriguez, who went missing a few months ago. The remains were buried in the vicinity of the highway of the area were they reported missing, after they left their college dormitory for a friend's birthday party a few towns further. This puts the total number of victims found in these conditions at 7, making the Police and general public fear that they're dealing with a serial killer; which people have started to give the moniker 'The Highway Reaper'. More about this in a special report at 11. In the meantime, the authorities have recommended that people need to say vigilant. Watch out Travel in large groups and avoid picking up hitchhikers late at night. Refrain from going out late at night, unless it's completely necessary. Stay safe out there, folks.

And now to more pleasant tidings: here's “Thriller”, by Michael Jackson.'

The man turned down his radio and chuckled. “'Highway Reaper', huh? Not a bad nickname” He mused. “I like it. Maybe I'll send a letter signed with that, like Jack the Ripper.”

The Highway Reaper took a drag of his cigarette. Seems people were picking up on his glorious work. Just a few more and he would have his name immortalized. He let out a chuckle. 'Total at 7', yeah right. He had been at this for longer than they'd know. They'd never find them all. He had a little happy place for that.

He kept his eyes on the road as he drove the deserted highway. He had been driving around for an hour and hasn't encountered any prey yet. He let out a sigh. It was so much easier when he started this. People were so much more trusting and he easily could overpower them. But now, with people staying home? Then again, it would make for a more sweeter kill.

Then he saw someone. Three people, standing by the road. Three young woman, with one of them holding up their thumb. 

A wicked grin spread on his face, showing his yellowed, teeth. “Hitchhikers.” He whispered softly to himself, licking his lips. “My favorite.”

He pulled the car over to the side and flashed his headlight, signaling them to come closer. The girl who had her thumb up ran over to the side, just as he rolled down his window. It was a tall, young woman; her messy hair orange with salmon undertones and light green eyes.

The woman leaned on the window sill, flashing a grin. “Hey, thanks for stopping.” She said with an American accent, flashing him a grin. “Me and my girls have been trying to hail a car for hours, “ She pointed a thumb behind her to her two companions: two girls; one with auburn hair, tied in a ponytail with a yellow ribbon; and the other one with long, straight black hair. “-but it's like no-one uses a car around here. You're the first one we've seen.”

“So you say....” The Reaper said, producing an inviting grin on his face. “I take it you aren't from around here?”

The salmon-haired woman smiled. “No, we're just passing through.” She said. “We're on our way to visit some friends. And we thought it be fun to just grab our backpack and lift the whole way there. See some sights, you know.” 

“Amanda, we are getting cold!” The auburn girl called out, having an arm around her other friend's shoulder, rubbing it in an attempt to warm her up.

The woman named Amanda chuckled. “Sorry babe!” She turned to Reaper. “Can you give us a ride to the next town? We can pay, if you like.”

Reaper grinned. “No payment necessary.” He said. “I'm happy to help. This time of night is no place for a couple of young women such as yourself.” He pointed his thumb to the backseat. “Hop in.”

Amanda threw open the passenger door and signaled for the others. She let the auburn haired girl in first, after which she jumped in, followed by the black haired girl. They threw their backpacks in the trunk.

Amanda relaxed herself. “Thanks a bunch. I'm Amanda, by the way. And these are Hannah;” She patted the auburn haired on the head. “-and Barbara.” She jabbed a finger in the black-haired girl's side, making her yelp.

“Call me H.R.” The Reaper said, as he drove off. He adjusted his rear view mirror, so that he had a better look at his quarry. Amanda had her arms around the two other girls – Hannah and Barbara – whom were snuggled up close against her. They giggled as they planted little kisses on her cheek.

“You gals getting comfy over there?” He asked with a grin. 

“Sorry, are you bothered by this?” Barbara asked with an embarrassed grin.

“We can behave, if you like.” Hannah suggested, playing with Amanda's fingers.

“I'm just trying to figure out who's dating who.” He let out a chuckle. “Or am I assuming things here?”

Amanda let out a chuckle. “Well, you're assuming correctly.” She threw her arms around the others shoulders again and pulled them close. “We're all kinda dating each other.”

“So, how'd you gals meet?” Reaper asked. He wasn't interested at all, but he needed to stall for time, until he reached his ...happy place.

“Me and Hannah have been friends since childhood.” Barbara explained. “And we were 'just friends' until we met Amanda.”

“I kinda ran into them a while ago.” Amanda began. “We got talking, I took them to grab a bite and things kinda started from there.”

“Boy, seems like ages ago.” Hannah commented with a sigh. 

“It was kinda weird at first, dating my best friend while being together with another woman.” Barbara admitted. She giggled and leaned her head on Amanda's shoulder. “But we found a way to make it work.”

Reaper stopped listening as they started to ramble on about their relationship together. He didn't need to listen anymore. He was near where he wanted to be. They would reach the road to his little hidden spot in the woods soon enough. 

He was practically salivating at the prospects of what he would do to them. How would he do this? 

Tie them up and slit their throats slowly, making them watch as they bled out one by one; like he did with his first kills? 

Maybe he'd make two of them pleasure each other as he watched, while the third one pleasured him? And then he could force them to kill each other, promising that the survivor would be spared. And then kill the survivor.

He could just throw them in a pit and wait. Make them starve, until their hunger would overcome their love and they'd feast on the weakest.

Skin them and bury them alive?

Maybe he'd kill two of them, letting their bodies rot with the third one.

There were so many options.

He grinned as he saw the dirt road, leading into the forest, and switched on a secret button, hidden under his dashboard. The engine started sputtering and groaning.

Reaper let out a groan and cursed. “This fucking ….” He turned his key a few times, until it stopped for a bit. He produced his best exasperated sigh. “Sorry girls, it seems my engine is complaining again. I need to pull over and give it a look.”

“No problem.” Amanda said with a grin.

“I'm just gonna pull in here.” He announced, as he turned his car and drove up a little dirt road and into the Forrest. “Luckily, there is an emergency station around here. We can call up a tow truck from there.”

“Ooh, Look Barb.” Hannah exclaimed as she pressed her nose against the window. “The trees have grown so close to each other, that you can't even see the sky anymore.”

Barbara giggled. “Ooh, spooky.”

They drove further into the forest, until they reached a little clearing, with a little shack hidden by the shadows of the trees. Reaper parked his car and stepped out, walking to the front of his car. He popped open the hood. He grabbed the gun he had taped to the roof on the hood, briefly checking if there were enough bullets in them. He hid the gun behind his back and walked to the passenger side of the car. 

He threw open the door and pointed his gun to the girls. “Okay bitches, time to get out.”

Immediately, he saw something was wrong. First, Amanda was gone, leaving only Hannah and Barbara in the back seat. Secondly, they weren't scared. At all. No surprise, no panic, no begging to let them live.

They were grinning.

They were giggling.

They pointed at him, laughing like he had pulled out a rubber chicken on them.

“Oh look, Barbara.” Hannah exclaimed with a wide grin. “The little man thinks he can scare us with that ...puny thing.”

Barbara giggled, her hands pressed against her mouth. “These humans and their silly guns. It's quite ...pitiful.”

Reaper felt his confidence melt. “W-whut?”

Barbara grinned. “You thought you were hunting us....”

“When we were actually hunting you.” Hannah finished. 

Then the two girls let out a loud hiss, revealing sharp fangs, their eyes glowing red.

Reaper screamed and fired his gun, hitting Barbara in the head, making her fall backwards. Hannah, her face contorted in anger, screeched at him and swiped her hands at him, but missed him, making claw marks in the seat.

Reaper let out a yell and jumped backwards, but found himself colliding with something hard. In the corner of his eye, he saw Amanda standing behind him, eyes glowing red; and two sharp fangs glistening in her grin. Two hands fell on his shoulders, long nails digging deep into his flesh. He shouted in pain, as Amanda slowly brought her lips to his ear.

“Now why did you do that for, little killer?” Amanda whispered in his ear. “You've hurt my Barbara.”

Barbara's body sat up, groaning as she dug her nails into the forehead, digging out the bullet out of her skull. She growled at her assailant, as the wound slowly closed itself. “You're going to pay for that, you weak, horrible excuse of a man.”

“Because of that....” Hannah began, her fangs getting longer as she grinned hungrily at him. “I think you owe us dinner.”

Amanda tightened her grip on Reaper's shoulders. “Meaning ….you.”

Reaper didn't even have time to scream, as Amanda lifted him up and threw him into the backseat. He only had a second, before long nails dug into his flesh, making long gashes as the vampires pulled him into the car, followed by Amanda, who closed the door behind her. Then the screaming started.

The car rocked violently to all sides. Blood splattered on the windows. There was screeching and roaring. Parts were flying around.

And then …

silence.

“Wow, that guy had a lot of bleach hidden in that shack of his.” Barbara exclaimed, as she finished cleaning up last of the the bloodstains.

“Yeah, among other things.” She noted, as she played around with a long serrated knife. “'He had a serial killer's trove of playthings in there. He certainly was prepared.”

Barbara giggled. “Well, not for everything.” She turned to her girlfriend. “You gonna help or what?”

“What, I helped.” Hannah stated, as she used the knife to pick some leftovers out of her teeth. “I've buried our bloodied clothes AND I filled up the car. We were lucky that guy had some canisters of fuel stashed away as well. You're done anyway.”

“Oh fine.” Barbara relented with a sigh. She threw the empty bleach jug into the woods, wiping her hands on a rag. “What's keeping Amanda?”

“Don't get batty, I'm here.” Amanda shouted as she walked out the darkness of the woods. She spread her arms as Hannah ran up to her and jumped into them. “I disposed of the remains of our dinner.”

“You sure he's not gonna turn?” Barbara asked, as she walked up to Amanda, joining into the embrace.

Hannah broke away from the hug. “Yeah, he's not the kind of guy I would like to receive our gift, you know.”

Amanda shrugged as she playfully pushed Barbara away from her. “Meh, I pulled his head off his neck and buried it somewhere else.” She chuckled. “If they ever find all pieces of him, it'll be quite the puzzle.”

“You sure they'll won't find him?” Hannah asked.

“Pretty sure.”

Barbara tilted her head. “How?”

“Haven't you smelt it?” Amanda asked.

Both Hannah and Barbara turned their nose to the sky and inhaled deeply. Hannah growled, making a face. “There's death in the air.”

“Lots of it.” Barbara stated. She turned into another direction and sniffed again. She scowled. “There too.” 

“Yeah, I think I found some of his ...other work when I was busy burying him.” Amanda said. “All young women, by the looks of it; in various states of decay. This guy has been at it for a long time.”

“Bastard.” Hannah let out a huff, bouncing up and down on her feet. “Well, the humans won't have to worry about him adding to his collection anymore.” She giggled. “Imagine that, we're goddamn heroes.”

“I rather imagine a nice place to rest.” Barbara expressed, stretching a bit. “We still got a few days to go before we reach Cavendish Manor; and the sun is coming up in a few hours..

Amanda threw her arms around her girlfriends and pulled them close. “About that, I've got a little idea.” She stated with a soft smile. “I don't know if you've noticed but, we're not too far away from where we first met all those centuries ago.”

Hannah perked up. “We are?” She looked around and let out a gasp. “Now that you mention it, these do look like the woods where I used to go deer hunting with Father.”

Amanda barked out a laugh. “As I recall, you were a terrible shot.” She giggled. 

Hannah slapped Amanda's shoulder. “Was not.”

Barbara pulled up her sleeve, showing a scar on her arm. “Tell that to the arrow you planted in my arm, darling.”

Hannah sighed. “Barb, that was over 200 years ago, and I still had human eyes at that time. Let it go.”

“Anyway!” Amanda said loudly, as she ruffled Hannah's hair. “I thought, why don't we drive up to those old ruins and try to find where your parents bedchamber were. Fool around in there.”

Hannah giggled. “Amanda, you really are a delinquent.”

Amanda cupped Hannah's chin and gazed lovingly into her eyes.“A delinquent that managed to seduce two of the most desirable women of their estate.” She planted a kiss on Hannah's lips. “And I didn't even have to hypnotize you. You just fell for my natural charms.”

Hannah giggled, wrapped her arms around Amanda and kissed her deeply.

Barbara huffed and cleared her throat. “Ahem! What am I? Chopper liver?” 

Hannah broke away from the kiss and threw her other girlfriend an apologetic look, after which she ran up to her and embraced her as well. “I'm sorry, my love. We are neglecting you a bit, aren't we?” She asked, tenderly caressing the blushing Barbara's cheek, before she  started to plant on kiss after the other on her, which ended in the black-haired vampire jumping up into her lover's arms, peppering her with kisses as well.

Amanda rolled her eyes and walked over to the car that now belonged to them. She opened the door of the back seat. “Okay, why don't you two get started back here and I'll drive us to our little love shack?”

Hannah walked over to the car, Barbara pretty much wrapped around her. “Thank you, dear.” She said with a courtesy, planting a kiss on Amanda's cheek. She turned around, so Barbara could plant a kiss as well. Hannah threw a giggling Barbara into the car, immediately lunging on top of her. The two vampires hissed and snarled as they started to feel each other up.

Amanda shook her head with an amused chuckle, before she threw the door shot. She walked over to the driver's seat of the car – which had started to rock from side to side, much to her further amusement; and certainly her arousal. She fished the keys out her pocket and was about to put the key in, when she saw something laying on the ground. She bended over and picked up a pinky finger. She sighed, rolled down the window and tossed it into the woods. Some animal would enjoy this as a midnight snack.

She looked over her shoulder to her two girlfriends, who were in the middle of undressing each other. “You guys ready to go?”

The answer came in a series of soft moans and kissing sounds.

“I'll take that as a 'yes.” Amanda stated with a chuckle. She started the car and drove off in the direction of the highway, leaving what transpired in the woods for the trees alone to know.

#Halloween fic #Serial killer fic #little witch academia #amanda o'neill #hannah england #barbara parker #vampire AU #Blood #soft gore #horror

[steves-strapcollection]

so i was watching some of my dashcam footage that i deliberately saved bc of Calgary Driver Shenanigans taking place in proximity to me and i straight up hate people who brake-check so much

pulling that shit is so dangerous, even at "low" speeds. and even if someone is riding your asshole hard, you don't brake-check them. as soon as you do a brake-check, you have now made yourself the more reckless driver in that equation.

you should never, ever do something to deliberately cause a collision when operating heavy machinery.

like, i cannot even fathom the kind of self-absorbed loser you have to be to play chicken like that in a way that could get someone fucking killed.

just... like... i keep thinking back to this accident that happened here one or two years ago, where a pick-up truck brake-checked a minivan on the highway in less than ideal driving conditions and the van spun out, and then rolled multiple times into the ditch, and one of the children in the van was ejected. the pick-up truck didn't even stop and as far as i'm aware was never even found. like that driver fucking killed a kid.... and for what? the driver of the van maybe pissed them off? was driving a bit too close? like please, if you are someone who brake-checks because you assume you'll be just fine if you get hit bc "lol i'm insured" you should always assume that the worse possible outcome could happen. when operating heavy machinery going more than 20mph around other people also operating heavy machinery going the same or higher speeds, you should always be thinking about the worst case scenario of pulling a dumbass move that affects multiple ppl.

like when you brake-check someone, you think this is a tussle that's just between you and that person, yeah? and you feel justified because maybe this person is driving too close, or they seem distracted, or maybe they pissed you off earlier, right? Oh, but I bet you looked all around, considered all of the variables, and determined that should an accident occur, it's only the two of you that's gonna have your day ruined, right? I'm sure you're cocky enough to think that. Like I'm positive (sarcastic) you've thought about all of these things before brake-checking:

the other vehicles in the road other than you and the person behind you

is there a big truck behind the person behind you that is going to have a fucking heart attack trying to stop?

the road conditions in general

what if the driver behind you doesn't have new tires? what if one of their tires blows out trying to brake and they spin out?

are their pedestrians you might be endangering if your stupid move causes an accident?

what if the other driver has kids in the car? passengers in general? your beef is with the driver, but causing an accident would be punishing their innocent passengers too

what if the accident you cause totals your car? are you able to be without a car?

what if the accident totals the other person's car? what if their livelihood depends on them having a car?

what if the other person doesn't have insurance? yeah, that's illegal, but it does you no good. if you think your insurance is going to pick up the tab in that case with no fight at all, you're naive as fuck. like unless you have complete car insurance and not just liability insurance, your insurance company will fucking fight any claim you make. even with complete car insurance, they fight claims. remember, car insurance companies are in the business of hoarding the money you pay them. they do not actually want to pay out.

what if the other driver has a dashcam and can definitively prove that you braked for no reason other than to endanger literally everyone else on the road?

like that's just some of the things to fucking consider re: brake-checking. and when the list of risks is that long while incomplete, what do you even gain by brake-checking?

brake-checking is petty, stupid, and fucking reckless. it can seriously injure people that aren't even involved in your beef, and it can even kill people. brake-checking is some of the most self-absorbed behaviour to have behind the wheel, and people who do it are fucking losers.

period.

even if the other driver is following too close, or driving aggressively. you don't make an already dangerous situation even more dangerous oh my fucking god like why isn't that common fucking sense.

#the situation that prompted this rant was on friday i approached a light as it turned green so i didn't brake #i just kinda coasted up to the vehicle that had been stopped at the light and they were very slow to actually GO #anyway eventually they got... i guess close to the speed #but we were going down a steep hill that increased in speed by 20 clicks at the bottom #i was just kind of coasting behind this person who was going 10 UNDER and there were vehicles in the lane next to me so i couldn't go aroun #the guy does kind of a hard brake at the top of the hill #shortly after the light #and i easily slow to match him even though it was kinda annoying #like he was already going 50 in a 60 zone #why was he braking?????? #then he did another HARD brake close to the bottom #but next to a an exit and the person in front of them exited there #so i thought maybe that was the culprit for the brake-checking #but then past the exit the dude brakes SUPER HARD where there is no reason to brake at all because we should be doing the new speed limit #just.. WHY BRAKE-CHECKING IS SO FUCKING STUPID #IF YOU BRAKE-CHECK KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF