lol I can’t fucking afford groceries, so sorry my attention isn’t 24/7 on Palestine 🙄
listen i feel u. i do. but i honestly cannot get over how immature these asks are (and i've received a few of them by now, cannot imagine the volume of them actual palestinians get) bc it should be an unspoken caveat that a lot of these posts are not targeted at people who're living paycheck to paycheck, working busy lives, have copious amounts of shit to deal w etc etc. the problem comes in when you go out of your way to ridicule genocide by sending asks like this, especially to people who lost family members to israeli attacks. i know this isn't the social etiquette site, but someone has to tell you it's incredibly rude, distasteful, tone deaf, disrespectful...
if you can't afford to do anything, okay. keep it pushing instead of going to people's inboxes trying to make an obvious point.
and if you do have time or money and you're not doing nearly enough, you are the problem.
oh you know it's all latestage capitalism but the thing is. how are you supposed to be a person inside of this. a person trying to be a better version of yourself.
oh, you started working young, which was kind of hard, but it's just the way stuff works sometimes. and it was 2008 and your family couldn't afford heat. but it's fine, you grow a spine and get used to the professional world and besides it was the suburbs we're talking about here, like, your life could have been actually hard, so what if your father lost his job and you can't afford to move or turn the lights back on. and once you start making money, it's good. you keep doing that. because now they're relying on you. so you have to do that.
oh you were in thousands of dollars of debt at 17 years old so that you could go to school, because you have to go to school if you want to get a "real" job. you even did it "right", you worked parttime and attended community college before you transferred to a public school. you were under so many merit scholarships.
which is fine. you pick yourself up and you say like, okay. i graduated college. i'm holding down a job. i'm doing the Adult Thing, which looks and acts like this, according to all the books i've read. you start with the shitty job and then you climb that corporate ladder.
but the shitty job doesn't cover rent and you stretch yourself too-thin so you get sick. good luck with that. the shitty job no longer pays for your meals. everyone asks why you don't just move, but there's nowhere to move to. and with what money are you going to be moving? and then the loans come back, because they were never going to forgive them, because you were 17 and trying to do the right thing, which was stupid. people are now saying you shouldn't have even gone to school.
which is fine. but because you have no other option, so you do the shitty job, and you apply every day for like 5 new ones, and despite the fact everyone says "there's no one who wants to work!" it's actually just that nobody is fucking hiring so you can either work for 13 dollars an hour in the shitty place you know (where at least you have a passingly friendly relationship with the manager) or you can start from scratch again with a different 13 dollars an hour without knowing how much abuse from the new job you'll be taking.
and if you quit you lose your insurance. if you quit you lose your housing. if you quit, you'll be another burnout kid. the lazy ones. these assholes, look at them!
and you come home to a family dinner and you hear from your father the same old thing. how he worked hard at his job and yes it sucked for a while but he was able to provide for the family and then the house and the dog and the rest of barbie's dream vacation. how the insurance did cover some of it. how you just really need to start speaking up more in manager conversations so they know you're a go-getter. you want to tell him - did you know we're actually doing more now hourly than any previous generation? - but you can't remember where you heard that statistic, and you're far too tired for the fucking argument. and then he starts in on his usual bit. where's the house? where's your kids? where's your ambition.
the same job the same money the same hours doesn't do it anymore. the same nose-to-the-grindstone now just shreds your face off. there's no such thing as upwards mobility, not really. and as far as you're aware, the money certainly is not trickling. you do the soulless stupid shit you signed up for because you fucking have to or else you literally risk your life (food, the apartment, the insurance), but it's not getting you anything. you download the stupid "save more" app and you budget and you do every right thing and then the price of eggs is 7 dollars and you say - oh great! another thing i have to fucking worry about now!
and you go to your stupid job and everyone in your father's generation just tells you to be better about being an adult. they have their homes and their savings account and their bailout and they say. well have you tried not drinking starbucks. well your generation just spends too much on clothing. well you might just be too addicted to travelling. and you - because you need the job - you bite your tongue and don't say i am being held prisoner and you're suggesting i stop pacing my cell if i don't like the scenery and you don't say what the fuck do you think i've been doing with my money and you don't say i haven't spent a cent on something nice in literally forever much less coffee you arrogant asshole. you open and close your bank app and check your loans and check your credit score and check fucking zillow and ziprecruiter and apartments.com just one time more. and still they give you that demeaning little grin and say - see, what you need is -
what you need is for your meds to stop being so fucking expensive. what you need is for the housing bubble to explode into dust. what you need is for billionaires to choke on their wealth. what you need is actual help. what you will get is more economic advice from people who are older-and-wiser.
and above you, almost in a glimmer, you can see the wedged smile of your debt getting toothier, wider.
Onys the type to not gaf about ur little shows but ones you flick them on hes all quite and now paying attention to what’s on the screen. And then he starts talking about the character on the screen like calling Natalie a bitch for fighting Scotty (on Baddies West) and now u gotta tell him all the drama between the girls bc he joined in late on the show
LITERALLY I AGREE HOLD ON HOLD ON.
“i know you fuckin’ lying, her long chin ass need to be stopped!” he yelled at the tv, startling you because you didn’t even think he was paying attention. “why the fuck she beating on her friend mama? am i missing sumn’?”
ony was never one to pay attention to the type of shows you put on, but this one had him entertained. “she think cause she run the show she somebody, but she a whole ass bitch forreal.” he mumbled, now he understood why you always got so worked up by this show.
“pa i thought you hated the shit i put on, hmm?” you would definitely be making fun of him later, but right now you needed someone to talk shit with. and who better than your man? “but anyways, let’s talk about this shit!”
HOLLYYY FUUUCCCKK that dilf keeg was unfathomably so fucking hot GOT ME CLIT THROBBIN SO BAAADDD inform me u gonna take reqs bcz imma need a continuation of that masterpiece indeed.
babe elli idk how ur brain works so well but OHMYNGOD
I need more dilf keegan becayse what the fuck that man is so hot.
-🐰 anon + like 6 more anons who asked for more LOL
(gn!reader)
BAHAHAHA dilf!keegan has the best of us. i'll whip up a whole new one, just for y'all ;)
dilf!keegan who hangs out with his daughter on the porch every so often. claims it's good to get her outside so she can run around, but it's mainly so he can watch you go along on your runs throughout the neighborhood. you're young, sociable, and always say hi to his daughter when she waves to you as you pass. watches the way your ass moves so nicely when you jog past. or catches you stretching and warming up on the sidewalk when you need to take a breather.
dilf!keegan who teaches his girl how to play hopscotch. shows her how to draw with chalk on the sidewalk so she can jump around. but she doesn't realize it's a trap that he's set to get you to come closer and interact with him. that he knows you'd play along and hop on the course she made that leads to his front door. where he's waiting and grinning at you as you high five his daughter and start polite conversation with him. he gets up from his porch chair to go talk to you but "trips" over his daughter's bike where he accidentally cages you in to the wall of his house.
dilf!keegan who gives you a flirty grin and slowly moves away, but not far enough so that he puts too much distance. keeps himself close enough so that you're able to smell the detergent he uses for the laundry, the aftershave from that morning, and practically feel the rumble of his sheepish chuckle he lets out. crosses his strong arms over his chest that makes his arms bulge and you realize just how big and tall he is. you'd never noticed it well from how he was always sitting whenever he was out.
dilf!keegan whose grin turns into a proud smirk when he sees you ogling him. asks you if you like to workout since you're always on runs around here. when you tell him you just like to stay in shape but you don't really do much outside of that, he grins. tells you he has a home gym he uses since he can't really drop his daughter off anywhere without her fussing too much. and that you're welcome to come by so you can work out together. stay in shape. get to know each other a little more.
dilf!keegan who's a little surprised at the way you agree to him. saying that you've been wanting to do more to build up your physique. that prompts him to run his eyes down your body appreciatively. but you don't notice since his daughter is excited that her daddy gets to have a friend over for a playdate. and you think it's cute. i mean what could go wrong when he has such a cute little daughter around?
dilf!keegan who proves you wrong when you realize he likes to workout shirtless. showing you the muscles he's earned from all those years but still maintaining some of that fluff from getting older and caring less about his physique. who likes to show off in front of you as you're running on the treadmill and he's grunting with every rep and sweat dripping down his chin. he grins when you sees that you're not keeping even breaths since the air was taken away when he comes over to correct your form. puts his hands on your waist and between your shoulders to help you fix your posture, making sure to lightly graze it against you teasingly.
dilf!keegan who asks if you want to try lifting his weights next. and that he can help spot you so you don't wake his daughter up from her nap by dropping the weight. so he gets up behind you and presses so nicely into your back, letting you feel his sticky skin as he pants behind you and against your neck. makes you wish maybe you wore different workout clothes because his sweats do nothing to hide the bulge that presses into your ass when he subtly grinds against you.