LIVING OUT OF A SUITCASE
Living out of a suitcase is a phrase meaning “to stay/live in several places temporarily, with only enough belongings to put in a suitcase”.
THIS SHOULD NOT BE HAPPENING
Living out of a suitcase is a phrase meaning “to stay/live in several places temporarily, with only enough belongings to put in a suitcase”. To be honest, I never really give much to the expression until say this less than a minute from my front door.
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I HATE IT HERE
Don't get me wrong; I am very grateful that we get to stay with my sister during this prolonged renovation at the house since it saves us money and my kid has another person/animals to play with. BUT THIS PLACE IS MADNESS.
For one thing, she has two dogs and three birds and a goddamn collection of cuckoo clocks?!?! So LITERALLY not an hour goes by without some barking, screeching, or creepy cuckoo-clock singing. ALSO one of her dogs is a puppy and not trained yet so walking on the carpet requires some agile Indiana Jones-esque dodging of the pee spots and feathers like we're trying to make it out of a booby trapped temple. Plus, we are in the goddamn boondocks (Fun fact! The origin of that word is the Tagalog word bundok. English really do be muggin every language) so even though we are a FULL WEEK past July 4th, people are still setting off fireworks and traumatizing my dog.
And then, AND THEN, her decor is something called "moody maximilism" which can be nice as far as I can tell from online searches. But her real life application makes me feel like I'm squatting in the cluttered attic of a Gothic insane asylum. Example, this is the wall of the room I'm staying in:
Which I wouldn't mind if it was at least a decent book but it's some boring, terribly skewed Cold War assessment of the Russians.
UGH I need quiet to get anything done with this so-close-to-finished-it-hurts fic and this house is sceaming at my ears and eyes. I am going to lose it.
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Day 29 - "I like the way you scream" [Human AU]
[AO3]
"Stop taking so long," he hisses, the vibrator in Hob's hand only pressing against his inner thighs.
Hob's other hand, only a few fingers inside him, wriggle and only slightly brushing against his prostate, and Dream tries to arch onto the fingers, stopped by ― ah yes, the handcuffs, rigid against the headboard. "But Dream," Hob breathes, eyes dark as they devour him, "I don't want you to scream just yet."
Gritting his teeth, he moans as the vibrator presses against his rim, oh-so-slowly entering him and Dream almost forgets his indignance. "I do not ― scream," he says between whines.
"My Dream, I like the way you scream. You probably don't even realise, as lost as you get―" Hob's fingers, and the vibrator press inside, stretching him open and Dream bites his lip, feeling blood coming out as he glares in defiance. "It's so beautiful, like you, of course."
The fingers leave and he smothers a whine ― and then there's a buzz against his prostate and Dream can only feel his hands clenched tight around metal cuffs, the insistent pressure against his prostate.
Distantly, he can hear Hob ― "so pretty, losing yourself to pleasure," the words swim in his brain, not sticking as his legs make their way around Hob's hips, heels pressing into a smooth back and―
There's something clamped around his throat, a buzzing in his ears ― not from the vibrator, still inside, but a lack of sound, vocal chords sore, and not just from Hob's hand cutting his air short. I was screaming, he thinks distantly, though it soon floats away with a hard press of the vibrator.
Hob's hand moves from his throat, and he takes in air gratefully as Hob touches his hair. "Told you that you scream," Hob says, and he wails as Hob sits on top of his hips, the vibrator moving even deeper inside, shorting his brain out as Hob presses kisses to his lips, to his cheeks and face.
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sometimes it hits me again that i've spent so much of my life drifting between people's guest rooms and dorms, and feeling incredibly ungrounded and sad that i don't have a space that i can make my own. i have rolled posters and art prints and nowhere to put them, and books and art supplies in boxes in my moms basement on the other side of the country. i so often feel like i don't have a real place in the world. i just want a home
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I got to watch Detective Conan's Countdown to Heaven on TV last night!! It was on Kinyoubi Roadshow, for the closing of Black Iron Submarine. Next week's KinRo will also be a Conan film, movie 20. (Honestly one of my lest faves but I might still watch it.)
But it was so lucky that the first time I got to watch Conan here it has Akemi 🥹🥹🥹🥹
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