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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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Piece of me when I'm away

(This is my first piece of work, so don't judge too hard! Looking to continue writing, so if anyone wants anything (Ghost, Konig, Price, Soap) ) I would be happy to write for you!! I will write pretty much anything, nothing is off limits!!

Warnings - Angst (slightly), crying, slight sexual reference, fluff

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It was a few hours before Simon had to go on a mission for a few months. The both of you were cuddling in bed, Simon softly playing with your hair, while you were telling him about your plans for the week.

"So I have to take my nephew out to his soccer game, my sister has a few meetings she can't miss, so I am stuck being the stand in soccer mom Tuesday." You said chuckling.

"Hottest stand in soccer mom ever." Simon said kissing your temple.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you buried your face into his chest. "Oh shut up."

You laid there a while longer, basking in the affection of each other, before he started to stand up.

"Alright, bug. I have to start getting ready to leave." Simon said solemnly.

At this, you started to tear up. This was always the hardest part in your relationship. No matter how many times you had to say goodbye, for ever how long he was gone, it never got any easier. In your heart, you never knew if these would be the last moments you would have to cherish of Simon.

"Hey love, none of that." He said, stroking the stray tears that were falling down your face. "You know I will always make my way back to you."

"You can't promise that Simon, you know that." You said, trying to compose yourself. You knew this was just as hard on him, you felt terrible letting him see your tears.

"I have you to come home to Y/N, I will always do what I can to make it back to you. Please trust me on that."

You looked up at him, his eyes already on you. His eyes were so full of love, and adoration. This soothed your worries for the moment. You knew he loved you more than anything, and at the time being you tried to reason with yourself. You knew he would do everything he could, and that he would stay true to his word best he could.

"I do. I know... Just call as much as you can, so I know you're safe..yeah?" You asked, blinking the remaining tears away.

"Of course. Hey, wait right here okay? Got a little something for you." Simon said, walking into the living room.

You took a deep breath. You needed to stay strong for him, until he left. One of the things Simon told you he admired you for was your strength, you needed to show him you could be strong when he needed you to be.

Sitting down on your shared bed, you looked over at the picture of you and Simon on your nightstand. It was of one of your first dates. He took you to a lake, and made a picnic for the two of you. It was probably one of the best memories you had of the both of you. It was that date, that you knew Simon was the one. Underneath the hard exterior, was a man who just desperately wanted to be loved, and you wanted to give that to him.

Lost in thought, you didn't realize Simon had returned, with a large bag in his hands. "Love, here." He said, touching your shoulder to get your attention.

You turned, and took the bag. "What's this?" You smiled.

"S'nothing. Overheard you and your friend talking the other day, and just got you a little something." He said sheepishly, rubbing his hand along the backside of his neck. One of his nervous habits you found endearing.

You opened the bag, and pulled out a German Shepard Build-A-Bear, in a Military uniform. Holding it up, you saw that a pair of Simon's dog tags were attached to the stuffed animal.

Staring at the plush, Simon slowly moved his hand toward the paw, and pressed. You hear "Y/N, love of my life, I love you always. You are the greatest thing in my life, and I will cherish you forever" It was his voice.

At hearing this, you burst into tears, and threw your arms around Simon. "Oh Simon, I love you." You sobbed into his shoulder.

"Just a small piece of me when I'm away." He replied, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

"Thank you, I love this so much." You said holding him tighter. You knew which conversation he was referring to. You were with your nephew the other day, at Build A Bear, and had seen a military uniform as one of the costumes. You had told your friend later that day you thought it was cute, and would love to get one for yourself. The fact that he had heard that, and willingly went into Build A Bear as a grown man, alone, made your heart swell. Thinking of Simon doing the "heart ceremony" with the plush had you giggling aloud.

"What's so funny." Simon said with his brows raised.

"Oh nothing, just hard to picture you standing in line at a Build A Bear making this for me." You said giggling softly still.

" 'm pretty sure I scared the shit out of a few kids if 'm honest." He said with a cheeky grin.

After being locked in an embrace for a few minutes, he turned to view the clock on the nightstand. "Alright babe, I have to go, okay?" He said, cupping your cheeks.

"Kiss me Simon"

"Happily" He replied, bending down and placing his lips on yours. The kiss was deep, and longing. You threw your arms around him and pressed yourself harder into him. He reached down and gave your bum a squeeze causing you to gasp, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

A moment later, you both pulled away breathless. "Love, if you don't stop while you're ahead, I may end up being late to work. Something that won't turn out well for either of us." Simon said with a wink.

"Mmm, I'd be prepared for those consequences." You said giving Simon a quick peck.

"Naughty girl ya are." Simon said, playfully giving your bum a slap.

Walking to the door, with the plush firmly grasped in your arms, you looked up with Simon with a smile on your face. "Think this may be the sweetest gift you've gotten me, thank you again. I will cuddle him every night."

Simon looked down at you with a smile that made your heart melt. "Don't love on him too much, have to have some saved up for me when I return home to you."

"Simon Riley, I will never run out of love for you."

"Better not, you've got me for the long haul whether you like it or not. Would be awkward if this was one-sided when I get back "

You threw your arms around him and let out a laugh. "Never." You said.

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You kept true to your word when Simon left. You cuddled the plush which you lovingly named "Riley" every night Simon was gone, frequently pushing the button in his leg, just to hear Simon's voice. Your Simon.

One night, a few months into Simon's deployment, you were on the couch watching a show, snuggled up with the plush.

You heard, "Y/N, love of my life, I love you always. You are the greatest thing in my life, and I will cherish you forever" looking down, you realized that you didn't hit the button on the plush's paw.

Startled, you whipped your head around, to see Simon standing in the entryway, arms outstretched. "Hello beautiful"

You threw the dog to the side, and ran into your lovers arms. You were happy. Your Simon was home at last.

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#simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #cod imagine

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just-a-little-radish · 1 year

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These articles are both from today, April 7, 2023. I’ve combined different quotes from both articles below for a fuller picture of this case.

Two weeks ago, Dallas parents Temecia and Rodney Jackson opted for a home birth for their newborn daughter, Mila, with licensed midwife Cheryl Edinbyrd.

Shortly after Mila’s birth last month, upon taking her to see their pediatrician, they learned she had developed a case of jaundice—a highly common condition in newborns resulting in the yellowing of the skin and whites of the eyes, which typically goes away without treatment within one to two weeks.

Temecia and her husband, Rodney Jackson, said they were following their midwife's care protocol for their baby's jaundice.

Dr. Anand Bhatt said the case was severe enough that they should take her to the hospital for phototherapy treatment, but the Jacksons opted to do the same phototherapy treatment for Mila in their home under Edinbyrd’s guidance.

Within days, the Jacksons say Dallas police officers and CPS agents arrived at their doorstep at around 5 a.m., informing the family that their pediatrician had reported them and demanding that they turn her over. The officers eventually left their home when the Jacksons refused—only to return hours later and tell the family that Mila was legally in the custody of Dallas CPS. The Jacksons again refused to turn over their newborn and instead reached out to their midwife for help. “Our midwife then reached out to the pediatrician, just letting him know that he had traumatized us, that we were woken up by police banging our door at 4 a.m., 5 a.m. Then after she gave him all the credentials he’d requested from her, he pretty much said he was going to leave our care and our midwife teams,” Temecia said at a Thursday press conference organized by the Afiya Center.

Over the next few days, everything seemed fine. But last Tuesday, as Rodney was walking the family’s dog outside their house, the police returned. He refused to surrender the baby when they confronted him, so they placed him under arrest, seized his keys, and used them to enter his home. There, officers took Mila from Temecia while she was alone.

"When they came in and took her from me, I requested that I needed to see the paperwork. They insisted, 'No, give her first, give her first,'" Temecia Jackson said at the press conference. "So they took her from my arms and they gave me paperwork. When they left, I looked at the paperwork and the paperwork had another mother's name on it."

Temecia claims the warrant that the Desoto Police Department and CPS agents used to take Mila didn’t even list her own name, instead listing [Mila’s] mother as another woman who’s previously had run-ins with CPS. The Jacksons still don’t even have Mila’s birth certificate because she wasn’t born in a hospital.

“Instantly, I felt like they had stolen my baby as I had a home birth and they are trying to say that my baby belonged to this other woman,” the mom continued, holding back tears. “I did not know where to turn. They had taken my husband from me and then took my daughter from me and I was left by myself.”

Temecia Jackson says her husband was not initially listed on the warrant. Later, she says the document was updated to list Rodney Jackson as the “alleged father."

Mila remains in Dallas CPS custody and under the care of a foster family. The couple's hearing with the Dallas County's juvenile board was originally scheduled for April 6. That morning, the couple says the hearing was abruptly postponed until April 20.

The Jacksons say they have been allowed only a few supervised visits with their daughter, which they say have taken place at CPS offices and in the presence of police officers.

During the press conference, the couple said they "feel like criminals" during their visits, and claim their attempts to deliver breast milk to their newborn daughter have been denied.

The couple told reporters that at their latest visit on Wednesday, they noticed Mila had developed some irritation in and around her genitals. When they raised this to CPS workers, they were told the foster family would handle this, and they weren’t permitted to take Mila to get care. “With the foster parents is where this build-up and irritation [in Mila’s genitals] occurred, and yet you’re sending her back to the same foster family. We just feel helpless in this situation as we wait,” Temecia said. She and Rodney are already missing a critical postpartum period for parental bonding—now, they also have to worry about whether she’s safe in the care of strangers.

According to one 2016 academic study, 53% of Black children experience child welfare investigations before their 18th birthday, compared to 28% of white children. Once in custody, research shows Black children are less likely than white children to be placed with a family member or ever returned to their families.

From 2019 to 2020, more people of color chose to give birth outside a hospital setting, according to a 2022 report released by the National Partnership for Women and Families (NPWF), a nonpartisan and nonprofit advocacy organization that works on public policies and education about women and families.

The increase was greatest among Black parents (30%), followed by Indigenous (26%) and Latinx (24%) parents — likely a response to "the higher risk of maternal mortality and morbidity they face and the impact of discrimination and structural racism in hospitals that result in lower-quality care," the report said.

Black people are three times more likely to die from pregnancy-related complications than white people, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. In Texas, at least 118 women died and nearly 200 children were left without a mother in 2019, according the state's 2022 Maternal Mortality and Morbidity Review Committee's biennial report.

Discrimination contributed to 12% of pregnancy-related deaths in 2019, according to the same report.

As of Thursday, the infant remains in the custody of Dallas Child Protective Services in what the Jacksons and their advocates at the Dallas-based, Black-women-led birth and reproductive justice organization The Afiya Center have likened to a “kidnapping.”

"What did happen was misogyny. What did happen is white patriarchy. The intentional denial of Dr. Cheryl's ability to birth — that happened," Jones said. "The same thing that happened last week happened after Reconstruction with Black granny midwives — that happened. The removal of Black people's ability to take care of Black people — that happened."

D’Adra Willis, a birth justice coordinator at the Afiya Center, told Jezebel that the Jacksons’ experience is part of a broader issue with the racist over-policing of Black families by law enforcement and child welfare system. “It’s a prime example of over-policing of Black children, Black families, Black women, Black community workers, and also the Black midwife, who’s not being trusted of what she’s capable of doing when she’s licensed and certified to do so,” Willis said.

“It would not be going this way if they were a white family,” Qiana Lewis-Arnold, a birth justice associate at Afiya, told Jezebel. “Police have always been a threat to Black families. And that includes CPS, which is the family police. They treat Black people as just guilty or wrong, without an investigation, and they’ll just take action and figure it out later while we suffer through the process.”

Edinbyrd, the Jacksons’ midwife, was also present at the Jacksons’ Thursday press conference and has continued to support the family as they await their rescheduled hearing in two weeks. “This child was being nurtured. This child was being supported. And this child was being loved. And this child was kidnapped,” Edinbyrd said. “Mila needs to be returned home.”

I cannot imagine the pain and trauma Temecia must be experiencing, and the fear she feels not knowing what is happening with her daughter and when she will be returned to her.

And now the hearing to decide if this abducted baby will be returned has been pushed back to April 20th, at which time Mila, who was taken at only a few days old, will have spent the majority of her life being kept from her family.

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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boyfriend things: voicemails for mingyu

♡“i hope this voicemail makes you frown in the morning. you said you’d call, and i got my hopes up. i poured a glass of wine and ran a bath expecting to hear from you as i sank into the bubbles… make it up to me. something good… i love you. sweet dreams.”

♡“we’re not like those couples who meet in the airport after time away and make a scene. a scene bigger than one from a blockbuster film. that’s just not us… absolutely not. don’t expect me to run to you. don’t open your arms. don’t let me wrap my legs around your waist. it won’t happen. we’re nothing like that.”

♡“i set myself up for this. i took you home, and you wore your best sweater. i wanted to laugh when my mom complimented you because you got all embarrassed and red-cheeked. and you know what? my heart swelled. you drive me crazy no matter the situation. at least you didn’t change the light bulb in her bathroom. but oh, you took her dog on a walk instead, and all my neighbors gawked at you. should’ve changed the light bulb. it’s dangerous on those [suburban] sidewalks.”

♡“i can’t remember how many nights we’ve walked around the city in nice weather. it’s been years since i told you about my love for a sky when it’s dark and the clouds look nothing like they do beside the sun and tiffany blue. you told your friends we never would’ve dated if those night walks hadn’t happened. it’s like the sky is my liquor. i get drunk and unravel. i say too much or maybe not enough because you kept wanting more.”

♡“i decided to love you on a tuesday. i made breakfast, smeared homemade jam on toast, and boiled the last of my eggs, but i didn’t make coffee. i made love. it brewed and swirled all around me like steam. i drank the whole pot and felt it sink into my veins and swell my heart, make a home in me. i was on a mission, and you know what they say: breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

♡“you can call me again. you can call me every time. you were crying on the phone last night, and you said my words weren’t necessary. you said there was comfort in my acceptance of your state. in my breathing. in my silent empathy, but i wanted to touch you. i wanted to speak. i stayed quiet, but i left my place. i took the last bus. i rode the elevator to your floor. i used my key. i said i can love you so much better beside you.”

♡“i met someone in the park this afternoon. i almost said nothing, but we shared a bench, and their lock screen’s you. i asked, who’s the handsome man? and she couldn’t stop talking about you. all her words grew from adoration and love and respect. i nearly cried. i wanted to tell her who i was, but i smiled instead. i said i’ll listen to the songs you recommended. i’ve written them all down. she told me, i hope you come to love him because the world opened up for me when i let myself have this joy. there’s peace built into the decision to root for another and i root for you, infinitely.”

♡“you’re asleep. you’re holding my waist with your head in my lap. i’m holding the phone with one hand, so i can comb my fingers through your hair. i love you. i’m so proud of you. you work so hard, and you hold me. you’ve held me so many times. i must hold you more. now is not enough because you’re fisting my shirt like i’ll let go if you do. i’ll hold you when you’re awake. please, don’t be surprised. it’s with all the love i’ve drank and made. it’s all the joy from you meeting my life, widening my world. you’ve done so much for me. the least i can do is smooth your hair and cover your body with the knitted blanket sprawled across the back of my couch, just for now… and over and over again until you unclench your fist. i’m not going anywhere.”

#mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu blurbs #mingyu fluff #mingyu reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen blurbs #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #mingyu drabbles #boyfriend things

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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 months

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Whenever possible when we need to go somewhere Britton Bean can't come along, we get the dogsitter over. This lets Britton Bean stay in the space she likes best and also gives us someone at the house to take care of shit like take in the mail and what have you.

Due to needing the floor redone (a second time), we had to kennel The Ben while we were at ECCC. We have kenneled her a few times before. They are absolutely wonderful with her. If we can't keep Bean in her preferred space, we are very comfortable leaving her at the kennel.

I have always previously booked the kennel. But Sean is off on Fridays until his busy season, and my workload can best be described as internal screaming, so when we had to adjust at nearly the last minute to get Bean to the kennel due to when the floor work could start, he took it on.

It's not hard. There's a reservation system. He filled in all the blanks, and it was good to go.

Two things happened when we showed up:

Bean seemed to recognize where we were and was EXCITED to be there. She's a clever dog with a good memory. The fact she remembered the kennel wasn't a surprise. The fact she was EXCITED was. She is generally OUR dog. She does not like being away from us. But this time, she not only did her excited trot to the door but walked in and did her excited yip of "I'M HERE".

The staff was absolutely DELIGHTED to find out it was the Britton Bean from my reservations. When Sean had done the work to book her a space, he'd started a new account. It was only after he'd booked it that I realized I should have told him to log in under mine. Apparently, there was some discussion amongst staff if it was the SAME Britton Bean or if it was possible it was a new one. Sean and I have different last names, so no one was certain. They were so happy to be able to tell everyone it was the same dog. She is clearly beloved.

Being a soft touch where my dog is concerned, this was the first time I left her at the kennel feeling really happy about it all. Previously, Bean has looked back at us as she's carried back wondering why we aren't with her. At home, even with the dogsitter she loves, she still checks the local haunts for us. This time, she was clearly content with the upcoming attention. I think it's because she's food-motivated and we've taught her that accepting that we leave sometimes means she gets treats. At home, if she has to go in the crate, the reward is a super-nice treat she only gets after she's been in the crate. The kennel uses treats we don't use at home. So, in both cases, she's connected "mom and dad leave" with "but then I get really nice snacks."

And for a dog with separation anxiety, that's fucking excellent.

Also, being at the kennel appears to help her desensitize to other dogs. She doesn't actually interact with the other dogs, but she is in close proximity with several dogs all the time she's there and the last couple of times she's come home from the kennel, she's less edgy when seeing other dogs. Case in point: there's a Pomeranian in the neighborhood who will stare at Bean when she sees her but does NOT bark first (a fucking unicorn of a pom, truly). Bean saw her on Tuesday, and while she stopped and stared, she didn't bark. I praised her as I always do when she simply stopped and stared because the goal is to not lose her shit, and she met that goal. She shook off her tension, and we walked a few steps, then she stopped and stared again, and so I started praising again.

And not a sound from my dog. Who LOVES to start shit.

Anyway, I don't have a point to this post except to talk about how Britton Bean is a very good baby, and I love her so much. Here's a photo for getting this far:

#britton bean #my baby #she's so smart and brave and perfect #dog #dogblr #chiweenie

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ghost-proofbaby · 5 months

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GHOST WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S GUITAR ANON WITH SOME UPDATES

FIRSTLY I HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS

GUESS WHO HAS A BOYFRIEND

ME!!!! WE MADE IT OFFICIAL TWO WEEKS AGO!!!!

now for the lead up to how this happened bc I kept a note in my phone of important things to tell you for when you came back:

he met my parents! they like him. he wanted to take my guinea pigs home with him and I was TRYING to look out for him so he didn't get peed on by them and he was like it's fine I don't care and we kept bickering about it and my parents thought it was funny. we watched the first hunger games movie in my room and my dog took her chaperoning role very seriously. we were laying on my bed and he had his head on my arm and my dog wedged her jealous little ass right in between us and put her head on my arm too. I made her leave. she came back and then she had her head on his arm. the next day i texted him and told him that I still had his fingerprints on my glasses (we both wear glasses and like to poke each other's lenses to bother each other) and he said I guess I'm just permanent and I said I'd like you to be permanent 🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe not on my glasses tho. and that was pretty much the end of that but then the next day he brings it up again unprompted and says he's been thinking about what I said and that he wouldn't be against it and I said I wouldn't either and i said so does that mean I get to stop calling you my sort of kind of boyfriend to people and he said yes and then we sort of kind of made it official over text but kinda mutually decided it didn't count until we saw each other in person. I went to his house after work the next day after the boyfriend talk and his parents had some friends over and I painted my nails with his mom and the one friend. he gave me two of his twenty one pilots vinyls bc I like them and don't have any vinyls. I thanked him like 5 times and wanted to kiss him but was really nervous about it so I didn't. but after his parents friends left he had me go in his room with him and he ASKED ME TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND and i said yes obviously. and i ended up hitting my head on the wall by his bed and knocking one of his posters off the wall 🤦🏻‍♀️ but that's okay. his parents told him that if we're having sex to make sure to wrap it 😂 and i don't know how to tell them that whatever noises they heard was probably me hitting my head and the poster falling down, and then later me trying to roll across him to get to the other side of the bed and missing, and falling off the bed. bc I was a hot mess. but I blame him for hitting my head. cause he was putting me on the bed. the falling off the bed was all me though 😂 and he was gonna come up to my house this past Tuesday but he ended up getting a flat tire on the way, so i came down. We went out to eat with his parents (and he bought me a squishmallow 🥺) and then we started watching catching fire in his room. His mom kept walking past his closed door and yelling that she didn't want any babies and are we doing sex things. And now this damn boy distracts me all the time even if I'm not talking to him cause all I think about is him but at least the feeling is mutual.

🎸 anon ❤️

I hope you had a great break ❤️

NONNIE. MY GOD.

my heart is bursting i’m so fuckin happy for you!!! hell fucking yess!!!!! we did it folks!!! and by we i mean you but i’m still so so overly happy and genuinely excited for you that’s so sweet 😭 i love the making it official in person. i hope y’all have had a good first few weeks of being official!!!

ugh. my lil romantic heart can’t take this. i like to pretend to be bitter and grossed out by romance irl but it secretly warms my heart (do not tell anyone i’ve got a reputation to uphold)

#🎸 anon #thank u ily #IM SO EXCITED AND HAPPY ABOUT THIS AAAHHH #it feels like just yesterday you started messaging me mentioning how you decided you wanted to be brave and talk to him 😭😭😭#so wild so sweet so cute #love to see it

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storytimewithanonwriter · 2 years

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Songbird

Part 3

Single mom! reader x Peter

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Hello all! Soooooo, in part two, we had a slight cliffhanger. Peter opened the door to show his face bloodied and bruised…. This is what happened before that moment. I still have no idea how many parts I’m going to write. Also, I started a tag list, so let me know if you want to be added! - K

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, talk about pregnancy, hospitals, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

Peter’s day started like any typical weekend day. It was a Saturday, so you and Maisie slept in. With no need for the usual subway escort, Peter grabbed breakfast from the diner down the block. He had breakfast with you two and went on his way. Like every Saturday, he headed to May’s for the day to catch up and help out. Peter asked you to come for a while and bring Maisie, but you told him he needed family time.

“ Besides, I have a “ Super Saturday” rehearsal today. I have to block all of act 2 of Wizard of Oz. Maze and I have to leave in about 30 minutes. Even poor Maisie got roped in. She will be portraying the role of Toto.”

Peter face said everything. He was trying not to laugh. “ The dog? You cast Maisie as a … “ you cut him off.

“Stop! She will be adorable! And, it was not my idea! My assistant director said it as a joke to the kids. The kids when wild with the idea. Created a costume design, blocking ideas, and even made a presentation on why it was a good idea. I gave in.” You laughed.

Peter told you he would stop by when he got back around 10 pm since May works this evening. He was going to walk her to work. Peter had been spending almost all of his time off at your place. It was somewhat weird going somewhere without you and Maisie.

Peter made his way to May’s. He decided to swing of there as it was the quickest way. He landed a few blocks away from the house and began to walk.

“ Peter Benjamin Parker, why did you not bring that sweet young lady and her wonderful baby over with you? “ May open the door as Peter walked up the steps.

Laughing because he knew this is how May would greet him, “Well, May, I tried. She had rehearsal at her school for the musical. Her students convinced her to let Maze play Toto.” Peter hugged his aunt as he entered.

“ Adorable! We will have to see it !! Mae as Toto. A star!” She smiled

“ you know you are the only one who calls Maisie, Mae? Right?” Peter laughed at May’s nickname for Maze.

“Well, it's a good name. And … I’m hoping I get to see a lot more of her and her mom. So, perhaps the nickname will catch on.”

She laughed before saying with a smile.

“Peter, I haven’t seen you this happy in years .”

“ They are pretty great. I’m so glad

y/n is my friend.” Peter replied as he smile dropped from her face.

May just shook her head at him.

Peter knew what May was thinking. And honestly, she was right. He was being stupid not to pursue something with Y/n. But, he could keep you safer this way.

Peter spent the rest of the day at May’s. He helped her around the house. He fused that she didn’t call him when he found out the dishwasher broke on Tuesday. She said she didn't want to bother him. “ You never bother me, Aunt May. I'm supposed to help around the house.” He smiled. Peter fixed the problem in two minutes. They spent their Saturday like any typical Saturday laughing and smiling. Before too long, it was time for Aunt May to head to work at the hospital. So they were off, leaving Peter’s childhood home. Peter could tell May wanted to say something the entire walk. Finally, he stopped “ May, say it. You have wanted to say something since we left the house.”

May took a deep breath “ Peter, my boy, I know that the idea of moving on is hard. But…Gwen would have wanted you to be happy. She would not have wanted you to spend the rest of your life sad and alone….Listen! I know! I didn’t move on after Ben, but Peter, I am old, and I have lived my great love story.”Peter started to say something, but May stopped him. “ Peter, I see the way you look at each other. It reminds me of Ben and me. Your life is just beginning; you can have more than one great love. “

And with a kiss on his cheek, May was off, leaving Peter with his thoughts.

Looking down at his phone, he saw a few texts from you.

My Bird 🎶

You should see the costume the kids made for Maisie🥰

My Bird 🎶

Tell May we said Hello!

( a picture of you and Maisie. Maisie was in the cutest little Toto costume. She was smiling big and so were you )

My Bird 🎶

So….I will not be home when I thought. The high school drama department is full of… wait for it…DRAMA. It’s going to be a late-night! Text you when we get home😊

Peter smiled at the text and sent a quick the back

To My Bird 🎶

Just let me know! I can always do a tissue run if need be!

With this, Peter decided to start his patrol early today.

….

It was a typical patrol. Nothing exciting, a cat in a tree, a kid stuck in a fence, and two robberies. He figured by now you were home. He had some of May’s banana bread she sent for you; she sent a special loaf just for Maisie with chocolate chips. It was too late to do anything, really, so he planned to drop it by and say good night. He was about to head home when the portal appeared. Peter wasn’t going to step through, but he heard the teenagers on the other side shouting his name. Not for Spider-Man, no. For Peter. He made his way through the portal, and now he is here. In a new universe, creating cures for villains, some new and some he fought before, alongside two different versions of himself.

Watching the youngest Peter and his MJ, He missed having someone. He thought back to what May said earlier. You were his best friend, and to keep you safe, it had to stay that way as much as it hurt.

The oldest Peter (Peter 2) noticed your Peter ( Peter 3) and his reaction to young Peter and MJ. “You have someone?” He asked Your Peter.

Shaking his head, “ No, not really. I haven’t got time for Peter Parker stuff.” That's not entirely true, he thought. As he thought about it more, he decided to open up to the other version of himself. “I mean … well … uh..there’s this woman … y/n… she.. uhh .. lives in my building. She is great. I call her my songbird. She is always singing, laughing, and smiling. She has become my best friend. I .. and … uh …. She has a daughter named Maisie. She is amazing. She turns two next month. So smart! Baby bird already has so many words. One of the things she can’t get is my name, so she yells “ P” at me all the time. “ Peter laughed. “Maisie is a ball of sunshine just like her mom. I wish I had my phone on me. I would show you them.“ Peter smiled. He missed you and Maze very much.“ So, I guess it’s complicated. I like her and love spending time with her and Maisie, but… “ gesturing to himself in his suit, “Spider-Man… I just … with what happened to Gwen. … I don’t know what I would do… May was talking to me earlier about it is ok to move on…. But… I don’t want to put them in danger. I can not and will not put them in danger” Peter One went to say something but stopped and nodded. Peter was too busy thinking about you. He loved being with you and Maisie, and he could see himself spending his life with you. But he meant what he said. Spider-Man made it too complicated. He had to keep you safe.

Finally coming out of his thoughts, Peter asked the older version of himself, “ what about you?”

“it's complicated “ Peter two smiled, thinking of his family at home.

“ I guess it's not in the cards for guys like us” a slight frown appeared.

“ I wouldn’t give up. It’s complicated , but me and MJ make it work. My MJ. It gets a little confusing around here.”Peter 2 smiled.

Peter ( your Peter ) shook his head to agree . He smiled at the idea . Maybe, just maybe, if another peter in another universe could have a relationship and a family, he could too.

All three Peters finished their work and got ready for the battle to ensue. Peter watched the youngest as he kissed his love before heading into battle. He was smiling at the young love. He hoped one day he could figure out a way to have a love of his own again. Part of him knew he was holding back because he wanted to keep you and Maisie safe. But, May was right. The idea of moving on is complex. He didn’t think he had the right to move on. What happened to Gwen was his fault. He didn’t get to be happy after that. He didn’t get to go on living the life he once dreamed would be by her side without her.

The battle was brutal. Mentally and physically. Having to learn to work together as a team, the Peters fought their hardest. Finally finding time to catch his breath, Peter( your Pete)thought the battle was over when he heard the explosion. Everything happens so fast. MJ was falling. Peter watched as the youngest Peter reached for her and was pushed away by the Green Goblin’s glider.

“NOOOOOO! “ Not thinking twice, Peter jumped to save MJ. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and quickly shot a web to help them land. Holding MJ, all he saw was his Gwen. He saw Gwen’s broken body in his arms so long ago. He couldn't save her. But this wasn’t Gwen. It was MJ. And he saved MJ.

Peter breathed out “ Are you ok?”

She shook her head yes “ Are you ok?”

“ Yeah, yeah, “ he shook his head yes.

Peter took a moment to compose himself. As soon as he heard MJ say she was ok, he knew he was ok. It was going to be ok. And just like that, a weight was lifting off of his shoulders. There was a moment right after they landed. It almost felt like Gwen was with Peter saying, “ You did it. It's ok. I'm always with you. It's ok, Peter, you can move on.” Peter closed his eyes and tried composing himself. Maybe, May was right, and you can have two great loves. He learned so much from his brothers. But, the most important lesson might be that it’s ok to have time for Peter Parker. Maybe, Peter One was right, he would give up on love just yet.

...

At the end of the day, all three Peters were thanking and hugging each other.

“ Hey Peter 3, I meant what I said… don’t give up yet, ok? Your songbird sounds pretty great … don’t let her fly away. You can’t give up, life is complicated, but one day you will find your way. Who knows she could be who you are looking for?”

“ Yeah, maybe,” smiling. He didn’t believe it. Everything in the Peters’ lives was very similar. Both Peters, we're in love with an MJ. No one had a y/n …

It was like Peter One could read his mind “ You know our lives are very similar but not the exact. Don’t be hung up because she isn’t an “MJ.” I know I have MJ, and Peter One has an MJ. I also have a Ned, but my Ned isn’t my best friend. He is my doorman. Great guy, though ! “ Peter two laughed.

“ But, do you have a Y/n? “ Peter said without thinking. He was shocked he even asked.

“ Come to think of it, yeah, I do. She is our babysitter. I didn’t think of it before, because the kids call her Miss Honey, as the teacher in a book she read. What’s it called again? … I don’t know. Huh, what do you know?”

“ Wow…” was the only word peter could say; you existed in another universe. You were connected to another Peter.

“ Guys , I have to go see MJ and Ned . Before I go , I …. Uh … I just wanted to thank you for everything, “ the youngest Peter ran up.

“ it’s what we do, Peter, “ Peter Two spoke up. Your Peter was lost in his thoughts.

“ What’s up with him? “ Peter 1 question.

“ I think he is connecting dots . A question, do you have a y/n in this universe ?” Your Peter’s ears perk up at the question.

“ Yeah! She is great. She is one of our best friends. Ummm. When the blip happened here, Y/n was the only one of us left… so uh …she uh… just graduated college. Mr.Stark helped her get into MIT. She moved back to the city and is working for him at Stark Industries now. They are all out of town on a business trip, or they would have been here.” Peter one raddled off.

Three Peters, three y/ns, three Mays, three Bens, two Neds, and Two MJs. Peter ( your peter) didn’t know what to think.

“You all have Y/ns…. “

“ I think he may be here a while… go Peter .” Peter Two hugged Peter One , and he ran off.

“ It’s time to go home .Peter , go see her. Tell her how you feel.” And with that Peter one vanished .

Your Peter threw up a quick peace sign and began to disappear home.

…

Peter reappeared in his apartment back in his universe. This was when he discovered he was hurt. He tried walking around but was losing his balance quickly. He didn’t realize that he was injured in the other universe. He felt fine before he left. It could have possibly been agitated during his multiverse travel home. He took a few more steps and crashed into the side table in his living room, making everything topple to the floor.

“Shit. That was loud.”

It definitely would have woken up Maisie and you. Peter waited and listened. He didn’t hear crying. Ding. He made his way to his phone.

My Bird🎶

Peter, are you ok? I haven't heard from you in 3 days. And then I wake up to a crash. I have been worried; you said you would come over Saturday, and you never responded. It’s Tuesday, Peter. I don’t have May’s number or I would have called her.

Then his phone started to ring. A picture of you, maize, and he from the day at the zoo appeared on his phone. He sent it to voicemail. If he answers, he knows you hear the pain in his voice and you will want to FaceTime or come upstairs.

Three days. Peter had been gone that long? He was out on patrol one minute and then in another universe. He drops off the face of the universe ( well your universe)

He heard a knock. He froze .

“Peter?” Your voice rang through Peter’s apartment.

“ Shit, she can't see me like this,” thinking quickly, he climbed up to the ceiling; this way, you wouldn't hear him move about. He slowly made his way to his room. Carefully landing on his bed, he took off his suit and tucked it away.

A knock at the door again

“ Petey, it's me. I'm checking on you. I heard a crash, and I was worried. I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Can you let me know if you are ok? …. I called and texted, and you didn’t answer.

(Knock )

P? …

( knock )

Petey?…

Pete?…

(Knock)

Peter? …

( knock)

Fine! I'm waiting here until you open the damn door.” You Huffed

“Peter Parker, at least when you came and checked on me, I answered!”

Peter was slow-moving. He didn't realize how much pain he was in. He put on sweats. He was about to. Put on a t-shirt, but he saw the blood trickling from his side. “ well, this isn't great.”

He was decided to forgo the shirt. Peter made his way to the door; he slowly opened it to reveal his face.

“ Holy shit, Pete. What the hell happened?”

Tag list ( I hope I did this right !!!)

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ajcrowleys · 1 year

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tag game tuesday

tagged by the lovely @shameless-notashamed! 🖤

tea, coffee, or soda? all three. can't live without my 30 oz morning coffee. then it's pop and ice tea.

dogs or cats? cats! although i like dogs also.

can you play an instrument? not really? i remember some pinao.

what's your sun sign? capricorn

first song lyrics that pop into your head? wanna burn, I wanna die for cheap thrills again and tell me I'm alive

do you have any tattoos? a constellation on my left wrist. i'll soon have a daisy on my right arm for my mom.

favorite place you traveled? ehh, don't really have one.

what's the last movie you watched? psych 3: this is gus (2021). never let shawn near a someone giving birth haha

what languages do you speak? american english. i took french in high school, but all that i remember is how to introduce myself, ask how someone is, and say very good! lol

do you have any hobbies? reading, baking, photoshop, drawing.

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? ugh! parker (leverage). look, i want to go into the vents with her, ok! 😌

compliment yourself: i'm clearly funny cause i make people laugh. unless they're laughing at me? uhhhh 👀

tagging: @usermunsn, @lalazeewrites, @billyknights, @nick-nellson, @jddryder, @dangermagnetstrand, @machine-slays-dragons, @strandtk, @edwardmunsen

#tag game #about me

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timelessdp · 1 year

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Holiday Truce

This year I was @tidehopper gifter

I liked your prompts and I put together the Cujo and the Vlad showed up in dinner. I hope you will like it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43867041

A black and white blurred figure flew in the night sky at Amity Park.

—I can't believe you Cujo! This is a the seventh times in this week to came to the real world, and it's still Tuesday. What could I do with you?-Phantom rolled his eyes.

—Woof Woof! -answered the miniature dog.

—Hey Phantom!- his dad shouted after him. —Can I help you?

—Oh hi Jack! What are you doing outside this time of the day? It is almost midnight.

—You know I always loved the filed trips. And now that we have a truce we can finally work together!

—Sure. But I actually finished for today. Although...

He flew closer to the ground, and stopped in front of the other Hunter.

—I know you don't keep animals. But I think Cujo would be a nice exception. He is a ghost, so he just need some ectoplasm to live peacefully. I would be grateful if I don't need to chase after him every day.

—So do you want me to watch out for your dog?

—Argh... Why do everybody believe that he is my dog?!

—Isn't he yours?

—No, he isn't. So would you like to know him better?

Jack nodded.

Phantom handed Cujo over to his dad.

The ghost licked the man face.

—Be good! -the ghost boy smiled and left alone them.

Danny lied down to his bed as he would be a sack of flour. He immediately felt asleep.

He woke up for somebody licking his face.

—Stooop. I am still not awake -he rubbed his eyes, then he noticed the ghost dog. —I have never thought in my dreams, that you will be the one who wakes me up.

—Woof!- he was wagging his tail.

—Could you go out until I dress up?

—Yip...-whimpered.

—Okay. Okay... At the least stay beside my bed.

Danny finished the morning rutin quickly. Then he went downstairs. Cujo followed him.

—I see you two already like each other -his father said.

—He is very sweet if you know him. I mean Phantom intruduced him to me.

Daniel took his cereal, and started to eat at the kitchen table.

Cujo hopped onto his lap and spilled the milk everywhere.

—Cujo! Bad dog! -Danny put up and put him to the ground. —Stay there- the boy sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. —OMG I will be late- he picked up a toast which had been made by his father. —See ya!

—Bye Danny!

The boy had the luck with the ghost shield on around the Fenton Works.

He had an ordinary school day.

—Danny we should start our History project- Valarie started —Who knows when I will have enough free time again.

—You are right Valarie. Do you want to come over? I think I have never introduced you properly to my parents.

—Maybe because everybody know your parents.

—That is true, but they don't know about you. And I have some books for the project.

—Well I am in.

—Yes! We should order food too. Because I don't want to poison you.

—It takes more than a little ectoplasm. I think most of the population of Amity Park resistant against it.

—Believe me, when I say it isn't a little bit. Last time a ham attacked us.

They reached the Fenton Works very soon. Danny opened the front door just to face with the huge Cujo.

The boy stood as a surprised Pikachu, frozen. Somehow he forgot about him.

Valerei raised her hand with a gun.

—What are this monster doing here?!

—Err... -Danny shook his head. —Phantom left him to us to avoid your kind of problems. It just completely came out of my mind. Cujo be small!

The animal shrinked to a size of a puppy and jumped into Danny's arm.

—He doesn't bite.

—So that means Phantom left his dog to your family.

—He had never been Phantom's dog.

—Woof!-Cujo agreed.

—Do you promise that he won't cause any more difficultness?

—Until the shield is on, Amity is safe from him.

They heard tramples. Cujo jumped down. Danny's mom was that.

—Come inside.

—Alright- the youths agreed.

—Mom I don't know if you have ever met Valerie in the proper way yet.

—You are the Red Huntress. Danny told about you so much. Thank you for your help.

Now it was Valerie, who froze.

—How do you know?

—You have her gun in your hand. And the heigh is the same. Also you just given away yourself.

Danny made a facepalm. As a secret identity would be this easy to tell.

—I should be more careful...

—Do you wanna see our newest arsenal?

—Technically I came to learn with Danny...

—No worries, I will get the books until you get the tour. Be careful.

—It would be fun. Finally somebody who can appreciate our work. My children hate ghost hunting.

Danny just rolled his eyes.

—Ten minute and I will join-he went forwards.

—Can I ask what was the reason to start hunting?

—This little monster -Valarie pointed to Cujo.

—Woof!-the dog stepped onto the girl's leg.

—Leave me alone!-she swung his weapon.

Cujo became a big and growled at her.

—There is no need to attack. Please put your gun down.

She listened to Maddie, and in that moment the dog transformed into a puppy again.

—Long story for short. My dad worked for the axion lab as security. But he wasn't ready for ghost attacks, and this beast ruined his work. We lost everything. I started to work at the Nasty Burger. And one day I got a packet from Vlad Masters and there was a suit. That is how I started hunting. But I don't really care about the engineering.

—But you need to know how to works to use it safely.

—Not really. Since Technus boosted my suit, every piece is like a second skin to me.

—Hmmm... I am curios how high is your ectocontamination. We should check it up in the lab.

— Won't it hurt?

—It isn't dangerous to humans.

—I am not convinced. In regard of everybody in Amity have a higher level, than an average human has.

—That is true.

When they arrived to the lab, Valarie's bracelet started to beeping.

—I gotta go. Tell Danny, I am sorry.

—What is that?-Maddie asked.

—It is a ghost detector.

—Interesting ours haven't shown anything.

—Maybe because it is off? Let me see it. Hi Mr. Fenton!- she greeted the man, who was tinkering something.

—Hi! Maddie give me the torch!

—Right away sugar cube!

The barcalet became quiet.

—It seams like Phantom finished already.

As a soon as she said out loud, the ghost boy showed up.

—Hi Val! What's up Mr. and Mrs. Fenton?

—I am working on the Fenton ghost detector. I don't want to register Cujo as a treat.

—Cool! I caught some ectopus- he stepped beside the portal and flushed the thermos's content. —Have a nice day -Phantom waved then flew up.

—So... Where is the ectocontamination measuring device?

—At the back off the room. Come with me.

The walked beside computers, huge weapons, tubes with colorful substances, weird household utensils.

—There are lots of weird thing.

—It happens when you are an inventor. Oh I found it.

The device looked like a modern thermometer.

Maddie raised up the tool into Valarie's forehead, but before she could start the process Danny appeared and push away her hand.

—Sorry Mom, but you had said if the identity reach rate three in the danger scale the gun part is activating. And It would be a bad idea to use it on Val, before you uninstall that function.

—Ups. You are right. We could check it latter. I am going to repair it. Have fun kids -Maddie left them.

—The last time when she wanted to use it, Jazz was the one who saved me. I shouldn't left you with them.

—I knew the danger of this place...

Danny lowered his voice. He didn't want to his father hear it.

—I ordered Pizza. I know what is your favorite. It is already in the kitchen.

—Then what are we waiting for? I haven't eaten since morning, because of the Lunch Lady.

—Yeah I know.

They went upstairs. Just to find Cujo eating one of the Pizza from the box.

—Bad dog! Why do you want to eat my food? It isn't for you! -He picked up the dog and put down on the floor.

But Cujo didn't listen to him and flew up to the table.

—You don't want the thermos, do you?

Cujo looked at Danny and continued to eat.

—Argh... At the least Val yours is safe- he held out the clear box.

The girl wasn't as soft-hearted as the boy, and she put the dog onto her own thermos.

—You are very thin already. I don't want to you to starve.

—I am not starving. But thanks.

—So where are we should start the project?

—Hmmm... Well we have to stay in the middle ages. And we had got Japan for the project. I don't know. Maybe the Shintoism? I mean our books are highlighting the religions.

—I always loved the Samurais. They are very strong and brave warriors, who are commitment for a case and doesn't stop until they reached it.

—Just like you Red -Danny said moonily.

—It is weird to hear from your mouth. Phantom the only one who call me Red.

—It slipped out my mouth...- he scratched his head.

Valarie leant close to Danny's face.

—You are sus.

—Me why? I didn't do anything!

—And now you are panicking -she rolled her eyes.

—I am not!

Valarie give Danny a peck.

—What a nice couple- Vlad stepped inside the kitchen.

—Vlad what are you doing here?

—This day is the anniversary of the ghost hunting club, and Maddie invited me.

—I didn't know what is missing.

The girl grasped the boy's hand.

—Danny, can we continue this conversation upstairs?

—All right! Vlad I don't want to hear anything about you.

—You won't.

Valarie suddenly opened her thermos.

—Ups my hand is a bit slippy.

Cujo showed up.

—Please pay attention to Vlad- Danny asked from the dog.

—We are playing open cards, Daniel? You are not afraid that our little secret accidentally came into light?

—Vlad Masters. I know your secret. And I think the Fentons would listen to me if I reveal that their "friend" truly a ghost!

—Ghost?! Where?- Jack's voice came from the basement.

—As you have a chance against me, mademoiselle. I know where you live.

—She have my protection. As well Cujo's -Danny showed the scary eyes.—So behave, or leave.

—Hmmm... I see I am not welcomed here. Maybe next time- he disappeared in his pink fog.

—That wasn't a wise move.

—Then it is true - Valerie looked at Danny's eye.

—I didn't want to know this- he looked away. —Plasmius and I have an agreement. Because the knowledge about halfas put in a great risk. The government, the ghost zone. I have too many enemies.

—But you knew my secret all along. It isn't fair.

—My life never was. Sorry to rope into this mess.

—Yowl... Yowl...

—Cujo regrets too.

—Those puppy eyes. I can't believe he is able to do that. We are not friends yet.

—Yowl...

—Sign... So I guess the goth girl and the geek guy, know about this.

—Yes, they are. And my sister Jazz.

—You need to tell your parents too.

—I am not ready.

—Have you ever told somebody?

—No. Everybody figured out themselves.

—Then understandable. Maybe some clue would help and your mother will figure out.

—Nope. Their equipment targeting me since I became a ghost. And they couldn't put the pieces together.

—Before we start to studying let's to collate our timetable, which time is available for us patrolling the city.

—You are a genius!- Danny give a pick onto Val's cheek. —This way we both have enough time to sleep.

—That's the plan.

Jack came up.

—As if I heard Vlad in a moment ago.

—Actually he was here. Just got a call for an urgent conference.

—That is sad. We would have celebrating. Anyway, the ghost detector is finished.

—You are great Dad!

—I check on your mother how the ectomeasuring works.

—Okay.

—So the timetable...

—Oh yes... I almost forgot about it...

#Cujo #danny phantom #Fenton family #valerie gray #2022 holiday truce

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fatgirlgetsfitatlast · 1 year

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2022 Year End Summary

What happened this year, hmmm, let's see what I can remember...

April: Mad Max, the Road Warrior Kitten arrived.

There had been a couple of stray cats hanging around the farm for some weeks and we'd been feeding them. The female was beautiful, the male was HUGE. This is the female, who would later be called, 'Mama'.

We were worried she might be pregnant, but turns out she was just putting on weight because of getting fed on the regular. She showed up pretty soon with two kittens...

The kittens would hide under the vehicles and if you looked at them, they would CLIMB UP INTO THE UNDERCARRIAGE. I had to scare them out of the motor compartment of my car before I drove it that first week after they showed up. I was so paranoid about one of them still being in there, I stopped several times while driving from the farm to my house to check. My BF was not so thorough before he left to drive to my house, 60 miles away over country roads, interstates through Tampa, and stop-and-go city streets. He got to my house on a Tuesday and on Thursday, when he was getting ready to go back, we heard it. The meow! This kitten had not only survived the ride (that road has some seriously huge bumps! I don't know how he stayed in!), but then STAYED UNDER THE TRUCK FOR TWO DAYS with no food or water! HE WAS TINY. Just over 1 pound...

He's lived with me at the beach, traveling back and forth with me to the farm every week, but always an indoor cat since then. He's grown into a Big Boi ...

After many years of resisting getting another dog, it seems like the universe conspired to place another little life in my home. I'm fine with it.

We got his mom fixed a bit after this. We don't know what happened to the other kitten, but the BF says he saw the other kitten at the farm when he got back that Thursday, so he didn't make the ride.

Here is mama kitty on the way to be spayed. It took us a whole week to trap her -- she's smart! I would've offered her a home indoors, but she went BAT SHIT CRAZY when confined, it just wasn't going to work. She remains living at the farm, free and doing as she pleases.

Also in April: Hit my highest weight in the last SEVERAL YEARS at 331.

September: We sold the farm.

(Don't worry, I made arrangements for mama kitty and her boyfriend, they are still there, being fed and taken care of).

For the last 12 years we have been dividing our time between our 10 acre farm and a house near the beach. They are about 60 miles apart. I would go up there on the weekends, (Friday night-Monday morning), and he would come down to my house during the week (Tuesday morning-Thursday morning). This gave us both some 'me time' and was the best of both worlds -- beach and country. However, the BF has some serious health issues and they have only gotten worse the last couple of years. I was having to pick up more and more of the work and it was just becoming too hard for me to handle it all, so, we made the decision to sell the farm and both live at the beach full time. This happened VERY QUICKLY. Like, he made the call on a Monday and by the next Monday there was a relator out taking pictures and by later that week we had a contract on it. This is all great except for the fact that there was 32 years of JUNK in the house and the outbuildings and barns that had to be dealt with and I was the only one healthy enough to do it.

I ended up working myself into an infected/ulcerated toe, walking 25k steps a day for WEEKS as I cleaned and hauled stuff away, donating, trashing, or moving stuff to my house. Moving stuff to my house meant I had to make room for it, so there was more sorting, trashing, and donating to be done from here to make room for the stuff from the farm. It was a NIGHTMARE and I still don't have everything put away, the garage is stacked with boxes of garage stuff that needs to find a place to be put away.

October: BF needs stent in carotid artery.

Since all his doctors were still 60 miles away, this meant driving those 60 miles up to the hospital there, and then even after he was released, more driving up there for the follow ups. During this time also, his eyesight started to become an issue. Apparently, this is common after having new lenses put in during cataract surgery, which he'd had some years before. But that meant, even when he was cleared to drive, he couldn't, so I was spending hours and hours every week driving him to doctors appointments. At this time I tried to get in to see a doctor of my own about my toe, which was clearly infected, my whole foot was starting to swell up and turn red, but every appointment was weeks out. Finally we got the BF in to see the eye specialist and they lasered this cloudiness away and he could drive again. Thank goodness!

November 15: Got in to see podiatrist about toe

The news was rather alarming, enough so that it scared me into going back on keto, and while I have 'cheated' at Christmas and Thanksgiving, overall I have kept to the low carb lifestyle in an effort to get my undiagnosed diabetes under control. I have neuropathy in both feet; he said I missed being able to feel about half of the little 'pokes' he did with a needle thing. I, of course, knew I had that, but in my defense, I've had numbness in my feet since I was in my 30s, I think brought on by doing high impact aerobics on hard flooring for several years. I simply ignored it when it got worse.

I also made an appointment with a primary care doctor-- the first I've had in about 8 or 9 years. That appointment is January 4th, so we'll see how bad everything is then.

December 31:

I'm down about 10 pounds since November 15th, which I would've hoped for more, but down is better than up, right? I have been staying true to low carb for the most part, trying to heal this toe, which is still not healed. I am not supposed to walk on it at all, but that has never happened. I did stay off it quite a lot at first, but that just isn't sustainable, and I have to workout to lose weight and also help the blood sugar and blood pressure numbers.

Throughout the year, I have been working out 3x a week doing Plyojam and Yoga via Zoom, but have not done much more than that. I know I need to do more, so have committed to a 30 minute workout every day. Thus far I'm on a streak of 12 days; when I workout later today, it will be 13. Hoping to keep this going all through next year and add in more walking as soon as I feel like my toe can handle it.

Here's where I am right now. It pains me to post these, but I want to be honest about my condition and have these for comparison later...

Next jeans goal:

Weight:

So, here we go again. Into a new year, trying to get healthy AGAIN. I don't have specific goals other than that -- work out more as possible, eat keto/low carb, get blood sugar and blood pressure under control, feel better.

#2022 review #new year #year in review #journal #fitblr #weight loss #blood pressure #blood sugar #diabetes #selfie #mad max #my cat #cat #mad max's story #starting again #starting over #here we go #december 2022

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the-cranck-hobbit · 2 years

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Motorcycle and water drop || Song of a Nightingale Pt.2

Author's note : English is not my mother tongue, I am french but I wanted to try to write in English so here we are ! (Don't hesitate to tell me about the errors…)

Pairing : Mitchell! OC x Rooster, mention of Kazansky! OC x Hangman, mention of OC × Iceman

Summary : Two years after the uranium mission, Maverick enjoys his new life. Working on his plane, drinking beer at the Hard Deck, building a limpy little family with Penny and her daughter, Rooster, his WSO's son and Blizzard, his wingman's and old friend's daughter.

Everything change the day he got a call which announces the existence of a 26 years daughter.

Discover the story of Ally and Bradley, find out if Kathleen will deal with her father's legacy, and meet Beck, the first woman graduate of Top Gun.

Warning : VERY BAD WRITING, age gap, mention of death, mention of diseases, mention of parents death, mention of s*x but nothing descriptive

After almost two weeks of waiting, Maverick finally got a call. As usual, he spent his Thursday afternoon at the Hard Deck before the opening. Penny was preparing the bar, Amelia was doing her Homeworks, helped by Kat. Bradley and Pete were talking about Rooster’s last training. And then Mav’s phone rang. And then everything changed.

“Pete Mitchell ?” asked a sweet voice with an Australian's accent on the other side of the line. “Yeah.” Silence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t check what time it is in California. I hope it’s not too late… or too early.” And then something happened in Pete’s mind. Like if he finally awakened from a very long night. Like if he always knew this voice. He stood up from his stool and walked a little away from the others.

“Allyson ?” he asked, almost whispering. “Hey.” she answered softly. "Hey." He said back. All the others looked at Maverick.

“I don’t know how to announce this… Mom died yesterday” Allyson said in one breath. Maverick sight. “I’m sorry Allyson.” He looked back at the little group that was listening quietly. Penny sends him a supporting gaze. Bradley and Kat shared a quick look. “I already told it to your mother but if you need anything just ask me.” Maverick heard a sight. “Thank you. The funerals are on Tuesday. I’m not asking you anything. I know you are far away and that you can have some things planned, and have a life and people and…” Maverick interrupted her “Allyson, if you agree for me being there, I would be glad to come say to her goodbye.” He couldn't see the tears in her eyes, but when she spoke again, her voice was shaking. “Thank you, Dad.”

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It was Bradley that dropped Maverick at the airport. Pete was more and more nervous. The younger pilot tried to distract his mentor’s mind by telling some stories about the squad. How Payback lost a bet (again), how Phoenix failed to help Bob at flirting with a girl (again), how Blizzard did an ego check to Hangman (again). And even if the older man smiled at the last one, Bradley could see that he was still lost in his through.

They left each other in San Diego’s airport car park. “When you'll come back, I will be deployed.” announced Rooster. He looked at his feet, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Even if they get their bond back together, the pride of both of them makes them a little shy when it comes to expressing feelings. Rooster took a deep breath and looked back at Maverick. “You’re gonna rock. I’m not worried about it. You’re both gonna be okay”

Maverick looked at his son-like, grinning. He took him in his arms. They said goodbye to each other, Mav wished good luck to Rooster about his mission and entered the airport.

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Maverick watched again his phone and the message that Allyson sent him right after he landed in Melbourne. “Hope you didn’t have any trouble since the trip. See you at 7pm in the hotel reception. See you. A.”

Pete ran his hand through his hair, beginning to be nervous. In his life, he went through a lot of danger, flying fast, dog fighting… he could hear the voice of his ex wingman “you are dangerous”. He buried a lot of friends (too much), he got a lot of medals. But meeting his daughter for the first time was the most stressful thing he ever experienced.

When he got out of the elevator on the ground floor, Mav went next to the counter and began to scan the hall. Then he hears a sweet “hello” coming from the bar. He recognized the voice. He dreamt about this voice. He looked at the young woman that stood in front. “Pete ?” she asked. “Allyson.” he said in a breath. Her smile shined like the sun and she took him in her arms. “Good to finally see you, Dad.”

Pete released the breath he was holding. He could hear Bradley’s words. You’re both gonna be okay. He took a step back and looked at his daughter. His daughter. He wasn’t used with that sentence for now. She was beautiful. She looked like her mother. Except her eyes. She inherited Maverick's green eyes. Her brown hair was held by a messy bun, she was wearing a denim short and a colorful top tank.

“Well, I thought you may be hungry after your trip, so what about going to eat somewhere ?” Ally proposed enthusiasm. Maverick didn’t know if her happiness ton was a way to hide her nervousness or if she was dealing with the whole situation much better than him. She brought him outside and suddenly she stopped. She turned back to Maverick, biting her lower lips. “I hope you don’t have anything again motorbike.” Maverick’s eyes wide and he laughed. Not a mocking laugh. More of a relief laugh. Like if he was finally delivering from invisible chains. "No, I don’t have anything again motorbike. In fact, I’ve got a little collection at home.” Allyson heaved a sigh and smiled again. When they arrived in front of a motorcycle, Ally climbed on and looked back at an hesitating Mav. “Something wrong ?” “It’s just that I don’t used to being a passenger. Usually I am the one driving.” Allyson holds up a hand with a mischievous smile. “Sorry, but I don’t know you well enough to let you drive my baby girl.” Mav let out a laugh and surrendered. The whole evening passed with a pleasant vibe. Pete asked her about her childhood, her life, her friends. She told him about her school days, the stories of Claudia and her. She explains to him that for now she was doing a lot of jobs, but she would like to work on mechanics.

She asked him about his pilot’s life, his family, and his life in California. He told her about Penny and Amelia, Bradley and Kat. He explained to her the meaning of the Call Sign and told her stories about Top Gun. She particularly liked his stories about Becca. “She looked incredible ! I can’t imagine how hard it was for her to be the only woman in your Top Gun’s promo, with all these sexist men !” Maverick smiles at the remembrance of his old friend. Becca and him went to the academy together. He knew her for a longer time than he knew Goose. Pete was dealing with his father's legacy and “Beck” was dealing with her dream to become a pilot despite being a woman. Today, it’s more current. In the 80s it was a true struggle.

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Top Gun Fightertown, 1986.

The door of the men’s locker room slammed and a brown-haired woman wearing a flight suit entered yelling angrily : “KAZANSKY !”. All the pilots jumped, hiding their privacy with clothes or towels. “Hey ! Storm ! It’s the men’s locker here !” Yelled Hollywood. “I can read. But I don’t give shit about the little things you are hiding between your legs. Dress up and go call your wives !” Normally, all this cocky pilot would have argued and joked about the size of their sex, but they all saw that the timing was bad. Texas landed towards Maverick and whispered “what are we doing if we don’t have a wife ?” Maverick looked at him, eyes wide, terrified. “You found one !” Goose was the first one to get out of the room like it was a normal day. “Gonna call Carole.” Maverick followed him, begging “Can I call Carole too ?” All the pilot gets out of the room, letting a very angry Storm, arms cross on her chest, in front of a very wet Iceman, wearing nothing else than a towel around his waist. Her brown eyes looked at his blue eyes. He was pissing her off. But god he was hot. She tried to stay focused on his (handsome) face and not to follow some of the water drops that were gliding along his nake chest. She was so angry with him. She wanted to punch him. But at the same time she wanted to tear off this bloody towel and pick him up again at the nearest wall. God, he was pissing her off.

#fanfiction #top gun #top gun 86 #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x oc #bradley bradshaw #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #iceman × oc #iceman #pete maverick mitchell

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anangelcalledinquisitor · 11 months

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Thank you everyone for being so awesome to me and each other! Holding the World update under the cut.

Until then! Please listen to the most absurd song in my library, to celebrate my mom and a life well-lived!

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So, as some of you know, I've had a very wild year since starting writing Holding the World. Ups. Downs. Losses. Gains. I've made so many friends, it's almost unreal! Seriously, I can't thank you all enough. Between the abscess recurring, COVID, my wife getting to visit in March, surgery, you all have been very gracious as updates have slowed to a crawl. I have managed to write some? but not much lately.

As some of you know, my mom lost her sudden fight with a cancer that no one saw coming. Blood work was fine in January. Beginning of May, she wasn't feeling well. I took her to the hospital the day before Mother's Day. I lost my mom this last Tuesday.

It's still so unreal.

Since joining this fandom, I have found myself a little bit of a family and I can't thank you guys enough for being so understanding. I want to thank everyone who has said such wonderful things and helped me in this most difficult time. I hope to get a chapter done here by the end of next week, but no guarantees--I'm... I'm still trying to get myself into a groove, ya know?

For the last year or so, I've spent so much time with her when she was living next door to me (it's a duplex). Not every day, but many days, and for a long time. A couple of years before that, she and I were cohabitating (she got out of a bad situation, I found it cheaper to rent with someone, I could bake, she could cook, and we managed to keep each other alive to the best of our abilities) for a couple of years, so we saw each other every day. My mom heard the bad D&D jokes, she made me and my wife laugh so hard we cried. She was with me when I wanted to cut off all my hair because of the cruel and thoughtless comments of other people. She was with me when I was getting on the plane to go see my wife to propose (technically my wife is my fiance). She picked me up when I got back in the middle of the night. She comforted me when my dog had to be put down. She comforted me through moves and school changes, the loss of pets, my accidents, my graduation, my first job, celebrating twelve years at my current one, through flat tires and dead transmissions, through ambulance rides, through first loves and heartbreak, through miscommunications and laughter and tears and a hundred million moments of my life where I just lived. She got me through my first drawings, my first stories, my first paintings, so many hobbies, so many firsts and lasts and made sure I was included in things. Yeah she irritated me from time to time, but whose parents don't from time to time?

Today, I made beef stew for the first time without her help. Today, I went to see a movie without her that she and I had made plans to see just back in April. Today, I resolutely forced my brother to take back the bag of clothing items he had left when he moved last year (a jacket, a blanket, and a few other miscellaneous things).

Today, I think my mom would've been proud of my progress.

I still wish she could be here with me. I still have so much I wanted to do with her first. Had I known this would've happened, I would have done so much more, so much differently. But that's the way it always is, isn't it? When it creeps up on you, when you don't know the end is going to be right there, you just tell yourself it'll be okay.

It will be okay.

Different... but okay.

Anyway, I wanted to just get that off my chest a bit. I didn't get to say anything at the memorial, just walked around and thanked people for coming and learned names, so it was nice to say a few things.

My favorite Lemony Snicket quotes:

"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."

I'm still at this stage. Still finding myself going up the stairs and miscounting the steps.

“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. [...] I will love you until every fire is extinguished and rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods. [...] I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close... I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, [...] That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

I have been here for my whole life. I love my mom. She may not be here to love me in person, but I know she loved me for me. She wasn't perfect, but she was warm and loving and an excellent mom to me.

#the inquisitor speaks #tw death mention #loss of a family member #loss of a loved one #thank you everyone for your kind wishes #disco duck

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diicktective · 2 years

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so yeah, im at a new motel now, so here’s the full status on my pup. please don’t feel like you need to read, especially if the subject matter is upsetting to you ; im mostly doing this to organize my own thoughts & for anyone else who might want to know. if you have furry friend please give them an extra snuggle for me.

tiggy started acting slightly off on the last few days of our vacation. her energy maybe dipped a little, but she was plenty alert & chipper. she stopped eating her kibbles but still wanted treats. she threw up tuesday morning but seemed to rebound from there ; thursday she threw up again, seemed lethargic, & just wasn’t herself, so we took her to the nearest pet urgent care where they did some blood tests and discovered that she has lyme & her kidneys are failing badly. she’s on fluids & antibiotics in their icu now, and all we can hope is that treatment might salvage enough kidney functionality to survive off for a while. recovery from the damage, if possible, isn’t something we have the luxury of thinking about right now, and if her numbers don’t improve we’ll be doing palliative care. it’s all so shocking & horrible i’m just going day to day, like she is. apparently she showed some slight improvement between intake & this morning, but she did display a heart murmur from all the sudden fluid infusions, so they’ve reduced the levels. my mom & i got to visit & hold her this afternoon, and she was responsive & cuddly but, again, lethargic. she loved the chicken we brought & displayed distinct hatred for the funnel they put on to stop her from chewing at wires. i think she tried to bark at the nurse who came in during our visit, but her throat was too dry to achieve the full effect. we left her a toy she’s beaten up many a time & some of our clothes to snuggle on, as is her preference. i am being realistic about this, but i can’t mourn her while she’s still alive. she turned 12 last november, but she’s always had the energy & joy of a puppy. she is so much braver & tougher than she looks, and we desperately want to bring her home in stable condition for the pampered doggy retirement she deserves. i miss her every second ; she really is the sun & moon to my mom & i, and she’s the sweetest little soul i’ve ever had the fortune of knowing. the hardest part of all this is leaving her alone in a place that obviously scares her with other dogs & strangers, when all she’s ever wanted is to be with us every second of the day. she needs to be there right now, and the staff has actually been amazing, but she doesn’t know that. i need her to understand how much we love her, that we’d never abandon her & want nothing more than to bring her back to the home & life she loves so much, but all i can do is visit for the little windows i can. i don’t know. i’m just sick & sad & terrified of my phone ringing. it’s scary to even hope that she’ll win her fight for survival, but i have to. i owe her that & so much more.

#ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ( vice )#i feel so stupid for all the shit ive wasted time stressing over #all that matters to me now is getting my baby back

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not-your-damsel · 2 years

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TW :: Pet loss and poor animal conditions in awful puppy mills

I been away for a long time now, recovering from a surgery and recouping at my mom’s place and today’s the first time I’m back home in well over a month. I’m also home alone for the first time in almost 13 years.

I had to put my precious dog, Raven, down on Tuesday. Her health declined rapidly and I had to say goodbye on Tuesday afternoon. I’ve had her since she was the length of my forearm after a terrible breakup. Ray was a rescue from a puppy mill where her mother was being bred in a cage nonstop for sick profit. She was always on the smaller side from not getting all the nutrients she needed from her nutrient deficient mother. She’s been the one positive constant in my life since I was 22 and now it feels like I’m entering the wrong home because she’s not here greeting me.

I’m finally back home amongst a mountain of mail and boxes I need to open, Raven’s favorite toys all over the place and her bed and it’s too fucking quiet in here. I’m a mess. I took her on Wednesday to be cremated and can pick her up next month because the vet I went to to put her to sleep wiped my account clean of what was left despite the receipt they gave me stating otherwise so I couldn’t even pick her ashes up today to be with her and I hate the way it feels in here: 🏡 and here: 🤍

I apologize. I know I told you Catch and Release 3 is coming out, and it still is, I just need time. I also know some people have asked to be tagged and so long as you’re of age, I have no problem tagging you in the series. I’ll also get back to you soon if you’ve tagged me in anything, left me messages and such. I’m just grieving heavily rn but, I will be writing again and I will get back to you. I appreciate you all understanding, thank you so much.

This was the last photo I took of my old girl

I was just about to brush her that day but she had knocked her brush under the couch and I still haven’t been able to reach it since

🌈Those over the rainbow bridge are so lucky to have her🌈

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#damsel speaks #please give me time #extra tags so my community can see #mha #bnha #boku no hero #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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wanderingandfound · 19 days

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So, on my trip I did not eat and sleep enough. I didn't even take advantage of all the food and sleep I had available to me. I just assumed that this was like, excitement/stress and I would collapse soon afterwards.

I planned on sleeping on the bus/planes/airport back but I think I only fell asleep like, three times for half an hour each and instead read nearly three hundred pages, watched Dungeon Meshi, listened to Night Vale and Friends at the Table, and answered questions and made a poll on my blog and started seeding the new bracket.

So I then assumed I'd crash Tuesday, my first day back. But I woke up at 7:30 without an alarm, left the house to pick up a book, made a new grad school spreadsheet and started filling it out, read a bit, made two (brief) medical calls, and drove down to my grandma's no problem. I opened up the dating app again and sent off a few messages to the people I matched with.

So. I did what I knew I shouldn't do and went "what if this is just what life is like when I wake up early and spend some time outside?"

So yesterday I had my physical therapy appointment, got my blood drawn, came home and ate some lunch my mom had prepared while hanging outside with the dog, took a bath, and made a few polls for the second podcast poll blog, and left for work early.

And then. Ah. Finally. Driving to work I was like "oh yeah, here's the tiredness." At work I got progressively more and more tired and essentially crawled home. I meant to go to sleep immediately but my dad said supper would be done like an hour after I got home and I stayed up late to eat. It was only a five hour shift.

I woke up before my alarm went off today because my parents were texting a lot in the group chat and my phone isn't on silent because then I lose it and miss things. I have been awake for over four hours and have not yet bathed or done my physical therapy homework. I did eat some food and now feel sick (this happened nearly every time I ate on the trip too). I have watched the newest episode of Dungeon Meshi but my eyes are so heavy. I need to prep some food for work today. I am just so tired. I am ignoring the messages on the dating app because I have nothing to say.

As I already knew, I can stave off sleepy bitch disease with novelty. Unfortunately some things in life are not novel. If I want to meet my basic needs, or if I want to gain expertise in anything, that requires familiar tasks.

Bleh.

#Also I think this house contributes to my back problems.#personal #learning to function #I haven't set up my BiPAP since I got back because I left my room in more of a disaster than usual while packing and I'm barely getting #myself in bed each night.

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hospitalterrorizer · 2 months

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diary173

3/5-6/2024

tuesday - wednesday

off for 2 days now.

i recorded today, but idk if i like all of it. it's hard to get the word "he'd" right. maybe just especially because i'm starting on it. it's a hard word to begin with.

i was gonna mess with the mix on the vocals more but ableton crashed and i was at work until 10 instead of 9, so i'm tired, and i was starving as usual and stuff. so i'm maybe gonna call it here today. i did wanna do another song but idk. it's good to figure this harder stuff out right now i suppose. i think it's really annoying that this song in particular will crash ableton. very stupid imo.

it's frustrating, also, that this song is just really a single problem area vocally, the start of it, i can't figure out how to say the thing right.

might have a better idea tomorrow though, i need to sleep.

one thing, today, is that as i was walking home, or maybe to begin with, today while walking to work, i saw lots of cops out in this shopping plaza, for no reason, or i guess maybe i know now, but the homeless camp i saw, where there were tents and a community of people helping, and people who would come by and help, stuff like that, it was all gone, beyond even being gone, seeing the void there, it was like giving you the idea nothing was ever there. i've seen people living that way for a long time now, and especially recently. i guess pigs came and took them all away. it makes me very upset, and sick, that this happens, and that there's multiple apparatuses that are made to make invisible and untouchable the maladies that the system we are trapped in creates/births.

either way, i don't know what else to say. i saw a security guard getting all buddy with cops, a pathetic admiration from a guy who probably failed to become one himself.

anyways. that's all today, maybe. i did read, ofc, when i got to work early. i also got my card today. oh that's stuff i have to talk about. i saw my stepdad today, he was kind enough to bring the card to me, i imagined i'd walk over or something at some point, but i have it now. i bought clothes already. he was talking to me about how things are at home, or i guess just little pieces, i didn't pry too much. i guess because i know he sees things in skewed ways, especially with my mom. but she did not tell me that their dog, one of them, one that they had for 18 years, died. i feel very bad for my stepdad who loved that dog very much. one of his best friends on earth i think. she apparently died on superbowl sunday. she has been cremated. she was originally my mom's, but his affection for the dog eventually made the dog his i suppose. my mom really resented that, and that he didn't take especially great care of her. i think she blames him. on some level, i guess she would be right. he didn't bathe her enough, and she was likely very unhealthy because of a very unclean mouth, one that had no teeth left inside. frustrating stuff, but he loved the dog. he kind of lives with very little, my stepdad, he could have more than what he has, but he elects to instead hoard food, hoard resources, and not clean himself or let anyone else be as clean as they would like really. it's not good. but i guess it explains why he thought taking her to get groomed rarely made sense or something. it seems common for people of a certain age/generation to hoard food and stuff like that. always interested in tiny gadgets too. for some reason.

i would like to record and stuff tomorrow, but i have to get up a bit earlier to make that happen. and then idk. more mixing. more mixing and more mixing. i want to get out of the 1 song a day rut. i really want to do 2 tomorrow. ...

anyway i keep making typos and stuff and i'm sleepy, so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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