#this is ridiculous. I’m getting my year experience and leaving lol

[mostlykind]

my manager is a snake lmao she fully listened to me and my coworker complain about this awful colleague, pretended to care and sympathise, only to then give her more authority over us when we’ve repeatedly said she’s patronising, undermining and unbelievably rude :)

#dunno why I had hope she’d actually do something #I’m actually soooo upset w her #cos she pretended to be very sympathetic and was v taken aback by it all #and was like yeah no I’ll look into this #and not two weeks later she’s done the complete opposite #like I know the corporate world is fake and people don’t care about u #but for her to PRETEND like she was gonna do something about it??? #what even is the point of our 121 if ur not gonna actually do anything w what we’ve told u #this is ridiculous. I’m getting my year experience and leaving lol #just cos she’s of more use to her she’s sided with her #I’m gonna be a class A prick towards both now #to the extent I can without getting fired lmao #I’m just gonna be cold. I want them both to know I don’t like them nor care about them #not rly a good look that they’re both white and me n my friend are both Muslim / ‘ethnic’ #…. but yh that’s probs not relevant here is it ….. not at all…… #rahma’s rambles

[deandoesthingstome]

Medieval Fantasy

Pairing: Witcher!Geralt x Reader

Summary: The offerings at this hotel, I swear.

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving, 69), p in v (cowgirl, missionary), monster fucking (right?).

A/N: I suppose, strictly speaking we're not fucking the monster, but he's still a treat, so enjoy!

A/N 2: (Edited) I do owe @augustsprincess a little thank your for an idea; I played it out during the group chat here, but I probably wouldn't have included it at all if not for you, so *smooches*

Fantasy Hotel Masterlist

Mike ordered a pizza from room service for the last hour of your reservation with him once he flipped the time switch. You sat cross-legged on the couch with him, munching happily while he narrated the ridiculousness of the rest of the scenes to your scary movie, making you giggle where you’d normally be hiding behind a blanket. You’d remember this night fondly for a long time. Mike’s easy going way had put you completely at ease once he noticed you were a little hung up on Walt.

He unfortunately didn’t know anything about how to get a hold of your missing object of desire.

You set the scene for the story pretty much as it was, but added more spook and gore, opting to split up the experience into two nights. One with live Mike, just barely slipping out the window before the parents came home from their Halloween night costume parties, only to be killed by the tow truck driver who showed up when his car, parked around the corner from the house, wouldn’t start. He was hung on the hook that should have hoisted his beater onto the truck. And one a few weeks later, when the heavy drag of the chains and hook across the attic floor led the heroine to investigate, only to be taken swiftly and with no mercy by her incorporeal boyfriend. Not rough, just urgent, insistent, longing for some other connection that would allow him to leave the vicinity of his undoing. If he could have taken her outside on the sidewalk without prying neighbor eyes, he probably would have.

You put the notice up after you posted. The next would be your last regular monster fucking post. You were taking a hiatus to work on your first novel.

sendmeanangel: and then Walter burst through the window, all wolfed out darkgothnightengale: while they were both fucking you??? sendmeanangel: yeah, and i can only think my subconscious was trying to not kill me when it chose August and Mike for that experience. I can’t imagine having anything else inside me while getting fucked by the Bull MNstrluvr: i would kill for a dream like that darkgothnightengale: well, did he take you away? sendmeanangel: i woke up!!! darkgothnightengale: and still no luck finding him? sendmeanangel: no. i found a guy who seemed like him, but he’s in Minnesota. Or was. It’s like his online presence is either non-existent or ended abruptly at least ten years ago MNstrluvr: another ghost lol! sendmeanangel: very funny. Mike was a lot of fun anyway. I needed that darkgothnightengale: and you’re still going back? sendmeanangel: i’ve never heard of a witcher. He just showed up on the site the other week and i bet he’s softer than he looks. I booked him at the same time i booked Mike, so it’s already scheduled and i could do with one more amazing adventure before i give it all up darkgothnightengale: i still don’t understand why. If you don’t have walter, what’s the harm? sendmeanangel: there’s no harm. Obviously i’m free to do what i want. But i think about him all the time. And i just think maybe it’s time for a break MNstrluvr: when you find him you should see if he’s up for booking a room with you so you can recreate that dream sendmeanangel: oh my goddddd! 

“We certainly hope you haven’t been displeased with your experiences here,” the desk clerk asked gently.

“What? No! Everything’s been wonderful. Why do you ask?” you inquired, at a loss for what may have precipitated the comment.

“We noticed you hadn’t made another future booking yet.”

“Oh, that,” you stammered. ”I just…no, everything’s fine.” You fingered the edges of the card stock bearing the elevator code to get you to L2 and tightened your grip on your bag reflexively. Just a trick you used to bring you back to steady. 

“Well, please. If there’s anything at all we can do for you…” You smiled and cast your eyes down so as not to betray your true feelings, but glanced up quickly to try to judge the meaning behind the next statement made with a hint of weightiness. “Anything at all.”

“Thank you,” you offered. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The elevator opened to a small wooden hut, a place for your belongings and coat, a small wash basin filled with still steaming water and fragrant scents set on a wooden stand. You disrobed, dipped a washcloth in the water, and bathed yourself with the enchanting smells, then grabbed a linen towel to dry off before climbing into the outfit you’d selected for the fantasy. You slipped the silver dagger into the holster you’d strapped to your thigh and dropped your heavy skirt down over it before wrapping the cloak around your shoulders.

You had no idea what you were walking out into, only that if things got too hairy, as they absolutely could, he’d be there to save you. There to comfort you. 

You stepped out onto a wooded path leading to a trail along a marshy bog, mostly full moon shining in the sky above you. You were never going to get over the mechanics of this hotel that made it seem like you were in at least five distinctly different places, some of which were outside, while still housed in the same building. But you were solidly on the side of possibility. Monsters were real. Magic was real. This hotel was real.

You carried a small basket of goods, as if headed to a market or maybe home from one. The path ahead of you seemed less than ideal and you began to wonder if you’d made a wrong turn. The churning and bubbling of the bog was lost on you as you looked around for another path that might lead to more solid ground, grateful for the light of the moon since a flashlight app was absolutely not happening, as your phone was left back in the hut.

Suddenly, a loud shriek sounded from the liquid and a large figure began to emerge, long twig-like legs reaching into the space above it as if searching for something. You dropped your basket and ran as soon as it became obvious the thing it was searching for was you. A moment’s respite allowed you to reach under your skirt and grab the dagger before you resumed fleeing away from the monster but suddenly a creepy crawly leg swept around you and it was all you could do to jump out of the way.

You stumbled when you hit the ground, but landed on your back, which meant you could stab up at whatever was coming at you and you did. The blade wasn’t long enough to do full damage, but some gore dripped down your arm as you registered a little casualty point and you pulled back and stabbed again as quick as you could, completely unconcerned with whatever came oozing out. It had to be better than being dead, you thought.

You heard another roar and the distinct slice of a finely crafted blade through the air and the legs that had you trapped were suddenly no longer attached to the larger body that was stalking you. It gave you time to move, scramble out of the way and find a spot to regroup. From behind the boulder you saw him. Leather clad, silver hair flowing, steel blade drawn and hacking through more limbs. As he spun for another attack, you glimpsed his dark eyes and shimmery, pale skin.

It was maybe not the time, but his ass looked great too. 

“Little help,” the strained call came, as he flipped the beast over, tackling what you took to be the lower extremities. A smooth patch on the chest seemed like it was made for stabbing so you climbed onto the rock and jumped, landing right on top of the beast with your tiny blade finding a home in the furry goo. 

One final, ear-splitting shriek and the deed was done. Your compadre stood and held out a hand to help you up and off the steadily shrinking body of the buggy creature you’d just slayed. You felt your feet touch solid ground as you looked up at the mountain of a man who stood before you.

“Alright?” he asked. “I think you got ‘im, but we should head out in case there are more. I don’t think tonight is the right time for this. We’ll come back tomorrow and finish the job.”

“What job?”

“Okay, sure. This wasn’t why you were walking alone late at night in a Krak infested bog? Are you telling me you weren’t hired to clear the area?”

“No?” you answered, unsure what the words coming out of his mouth meant. Was this what a witcher did?

“Were you hired for anything?”

“I’m really not sure what you mean.” You had to find a way to talk to this man coherently. You remembered your basket. “I was just walking back to town from a market. I think I got a little lost.”

“I think you got a lot lost. Can I help you find your way back? I’m Geralt.” His black eyes were  ringed with dark circles, but in the moonlight, those looked like they were fading slowly.

You offered your name and a hand, which he shook, and you felt a line of heat rush straight through your arm, down your chest, and into your core. You gasped as the last of the shadows over his face and eyes dissipated, leaving you staring into amber eyes full of flame. The memory of lights piercing the shadows the other night flooded your brain. What if that wasn’t Walter, as you suspected? But no; the howling.

Geralt helped you locate your discarded basket, into which you stuffed your goo-covered corset and cape, eager to be free from the stench and hoping desperately that dry cleaning would do the trick when you were home. You mounted his horse, Roach, with his assistance and he led you into town. He made a beeline straight for an inn, dropping you off at the entrance with instructions to ask about lodging while he found boarding for his horse for the night.

“Oi! You’re late!” an oversized brute behind the bar exclaimed in your direction as you entered the tavern and you froze, unsure what part of the fantasy this could be. “Have ya lost control of yer legs suddenly? Bring the goods here. Now!”

You looked down at the basket with a realization that was confirmed by another shout.

“Yes. That. The basket. Now!”

You were about to begin the trek across the wooden floor to hand off your basket to the foul looking man, when a pair of comforting hands came to rest on your upper arms, holding you firmly in place.

“I think you have the wrong merchant. This basket of goods is mine,” Geralt’s deep and soothing voice growled. “And we require rooms for the night.”

Rooms? Was this not happening?

“Almost full tonight, Witcher. Only one room left.” You stifled a snort at the cliche of it all.

“We’ll take it. And I’d venture to say you’ll want to provide a meal and round on the house. At least one of your swamp monsters is already dead thanks to this one.” Geralt stepped you into the tavern and over to the bar where a key dangled from the innkeeper's hand.

“She took out a Krak?”

“Practically single-handedly.” There was something like pride in Geralt’s voice, and maybe a little admiration, though you definitely didn't handle that on your own. Still, you grabbed the key with a smirk and turned to find an empty table. Geralt followed once he’d grabbed two tankards of ale, and two plates of stew with bread were set down in front of you after a few moments of awkward silence, during which you took in the clientele. How was the hotel paying all these extras?

“Wolf!” someone called from the entrance and for a moment you thought they’d seen Walter. You looked around, but found nothing other than another sizable man clad in leather and steel making his way to your table.

“Lambert,” Geralt acknowledged him, and introduced you. “What brings you tonight?”

“Just finished up a town over and heard of another job. Looks like you’ve already taken it on. Finished so soon?”

“Hardly started. First kill’s hers anyhow.” Geralt nodded with what appeared to be reverence in your direction.

“Beginner’s luck,” you demurred. “I don’t think a small dagger is going to be of much use with the rest of whatever those were.”

“Looks like I’ll be headed out at first light alone then, to complete the task,” Geralt mumbled, with a comforting look at you before turning attention back to Lambert.  “I’d welcome your assistance with this one.”

A barmaid approached to set another tankard of ale in front of your new red-headed table mate and you didn’t miss the way her hand traced over his shoulder and her eyes met his as she walked back toward the counter to continue serving other customers.

“It’s a good thing you’ve found your bed for the night, since we’ve just taken the last one,” Geralt grumbled with a hint of tease. 

“Unless you need my assistance with anything else?” Lambert’s tone was clear and they both turned their gazes slowly toward you. 

It was a choice. You hadn’t asked for this, but you were being offered an option. Heat filled your cheeks and you cast your eyes down with a sudden shyness. Though two entirely different men, your dream from the other night was somehow presented to you on a platter, and yet…

“I don’t think I’m anything Geralt can’t handle on his own,” you replied, aware this was your call and no one else's.

With the sleeping arrangements out of the way, you spent the next hour or so enjoying stories of training and fighting. If your ears didn’t deceive you, several of their completed jobs seemed to include gratitude delivered by way of sexual favors, sometimes alone, sometimes together. They were cheeky and sly with the language, but the innuendos were there and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about it. 

You waived off another round of ale and professed you’d much rather find a tub of warm water to sink into for a bit. Geralt agreed and you both said your goodnights to Lambert.

Settled into the room, you were surprised to find there really was a wooden tub full of tepid water. A large cauldron hung over a roaring fire and you watched as Geralt used a rudimentary crane-like contraption to hoist the pot over the tub and dump its boiling contents into the water below.

“It’ll warm the water for a bit, so you should take advantage now, if you were serious.”

“It doesn’t look like there’s room for both of us,” you mentioned with a little sadness.

“We can take turns, just don’t stay in too long,” he replied with a mischievous smirk. “Do you need any help with your garments?”

With your corset already removed, all that remained was to unlace the heavy woolen skirt and lift the flowing linen gown underneath it over your head. Geralt was a huge help nevertheless and your body shivered as you imagined his fingers tracing every inch of you, not just your waist or the lucky bits of leg that received his touch as he bent to grab the hem of your dress.

He held your hand as you stepped into the tub and sat down, knees bent against your chest. How would he ever manage to fit himself in here? you thought. While you swirled the water around you, you watched as he turned away to unbuckle his leathers and disrobe as well. You were right about his ass. 

You smiled a little to yourself at how comfortable getting naked with him was and then you smiled wider when he turned to face you once again, approaching you in all his glory and settling down onto a stool next to the tub with a washcloth in his hand.

Geralt offered to help you wash off, then dunked his hand into the water when you accepted. He ran the soft rag along your back, down your arms, across your chest. He took a few moments to run the soaked cloth along his body as well when the water began to cool much faster than you’d hoped, leaving no opportunity for him to sit in the tub himself. When he “dropped” the rag while dipping it back in the water for another pass, he didn’t hesitate to reach deeper into the tub, fingers searching the bottom for the cloth but finding your bottom instead. He leaned forward to complete the kiss you had asked for with a lick of your lips and smiled into your gasp when his fingers made their way between your legs.

“You know,” he started after pulling away from your hungry mouth, “I do feel as if I owe you a bit of gratitude myself.”

“Why, whatever do you mean, Geralt?” you gently taunted with a fake bit of naivete.

“You were the hero tonight. You deserve a reward.” He stood from the stool, exposing his hardening length, and helped you to stand.

“And will you be my reward?” you purred, clasping your arms around his neck as he lifted you out of the tub.

“Gladly,” he replied, slipping his hands eagerly down your side body and around your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist. He captured your mouth again with a searing kiss as he walked toward the bed and deposited you on your back, legs splayed wide and waiting for him.

“Maybe you could finish what you started.”

He dove to the bed next to you and cupped your cunt with a rather large hand.

“This is just the beginning,” he promised as he bent two fingers and slipped them inside. He watched your face with intent as he pumped his fingers in and out, teasing more and more slick from deep inside you. He kissed you when he added a third finger, swallowing the moan that ripped from your throat. 

You couldn’t control your hips if you wanted to, bucking up into his hand, trying to pull him in deeper, trying to find the grind that would let you explode. His lips on your jawline, his tongue on your neck, kisses on your collarbone before he nuzzled into you and whispered how good you fucking smelled from here already. All these words of praise and touches of desire sent you right over the edge with an urgent need to crawl back up and do it again.

He must have been expecting you to take some time to recover because he was off guard when you pushed at his shoulder and sent him to his back so you could sit up and swing your legs over his. Settled on his thighs with an eye toward his very large erection, you smiled and made clear your intentions.

“I want you, Geralt. All of you.”

“However you’d like,” he grinned back, one arm tucked behind his head and the other reaching to stroke himself. 

“Fuuuuuuuhhhck,” you moaned, watching how he handled himself, sure saliva was probably dripping from the side of your mouth. “Kinda like that.”

You scooted back down his legs and leaned forward, eager to let him feed you the cock he was keeping hard for you. As with every other host, it was going to be impossible to take him all the way, but you were going to give your best effort on the parts you could reach. His hand motion shortened as your mouth took over servicing the head and a few inches of length. You let your tongue swirl around the tip and dripped saliva from your mouth to give both of you something to slide over. 

Your pussy was still yearning for touch and since you didn’t need your own hands for the blowjob, you let one travel down your body and between your legs to trace along your folds. You rubbed two fingers over your sensitive clit, curling to dip them into your warm, wet opening a few times before returning to focus attention at the nub. 

“I can help with that, if you’d like,” Geralt grunted breathlessly, the arm behind his neck reaching now for your body, prodding you to turn. While you continued to lave over Geralt’s prodigious member, you crawled around to find your knees on either side of his head and when you felt his hand smooth over your ass, you didn’t resist the pull.  

You moaned around the cock in your throat while Geralt wrapped his lips around your pussy and licked his way into your slit. Eventually, he let go of his dick and wrapped both hands around your thighs, holding you close against his face and lapping in tandem with the bob of your head.

On more than one occasion you found you could not concentrate effectively on the head you were giving, since the head you were receiving was so mind blowing. You found you had to lift your mouth off his cock and beg for more, scream for him to make you come. When he did, you were able to return to pleasuring him, since he didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry to move you away. Instead, it was as if he were playing a game called ‘how many times can you come on this tongue.’

It became abundantly clear that you were never going to be able to return the favor. Geralt was not interested in coming down your throat, so when you felt like you couldn’t handle one more tender lick, one more urgent suckle, one more flick of the tip of his tongue on your sensitive pearl, you begged off. Pleaded for mercy.

“I’m not done,” he called from the other end of the bed. “I still owe you my gratitude.”

You peeled yourself reluctantly away from his cock and eased yourself around again, to lay alongside him, chest heaving and thighs shaking.

“I can’t fathom how one Krak deserves more than you’ve already given, but I’ll gladly take it, if only you’ll let me rest a moment.” You draped an arm over his chest and drifted your fingers through the dusting of hair you found. 

“Perhaps some water?” he offered, reaching for a cup and the pitcher by the bedside. You shared the cool liquid, quenching one thirst while another still burned hot and needy. 

“How long can you last? Surely I’m not that bad at oral.”

His laugh was so bright, it was as if the room was suddenly aglow.

“You are excellent at that. I just have a lot of practice not letting go until I’m sure my partner has reached the absolute peak. It’s a point of pride.”

He wasn’t arrogant about it, just matter of fact. He was here to serve. 

“What if we simply waited until you were ready again? Surely that wouldn’t take forever.” You trailed your fingers down his chest, through the patch of hair at his abdomen, and onto his still rock hard length. Feeling how firm he was, letting your hand trace the veins, your thumb nudging the helmet of the head, you couldn’t help but be hungry for him again.

You found yourself straddling his thighs once more, eyeing his cock, begging for him to fuck you now.

“Do they have condoms in this time, wherever we are?” If an ancient Greek labyrinth had condoms, surely this medieval inn had them, too. You were still in the hotel after all. He chuckled and nodded toward the nightstand, where you found a plain wooden box that revealed what you were after when opened.

Geralt made to take the packet from you, but you resisted. “Allow me, please.”

You tore open the package and worked the rubber onto the tip, then rolled the sides down and checked the fit. You let him make a final adjustment, but when he leaned up as if to roll you over, you protested.

“I’m good right here,” you purred, grabbing ahold of his sheathed cock and lifting up to position yourself right above him. You set him at your entrance, still dripping from your several orgasms, and lowered yourself good and slow. You were getting used to the size of these men, but that didn’t mean the start didn’t require some care.

Your eyes closed almost involuntarily once you’d taken him to the hilt and you sat motionless for a moment, feeling your core loosen around him. You began a steady pulse, up and down, as you opened your eyes to see him staring up at you with desire. He rested his hands on your hips, neither speeding you up nor slowing you down, just feeling the motion, feeling you. 

After a few more strokes, you grabbed his hands and slid them up your body, pressing the palms of his hands against your breasts and tossing your head back at the sensation. He was more than willing to continue cupping and squeezing without your guidance which allowed you to set your hands on his thighs behind you, providing even more leverage for your rise and fall. Now you sped up. 

“Fuck, Geralt, this feels so good,” you cried out.

“I can make it better,” he countered, slipping his hands around your ribs and pulling you forward, chest to chest as he captured your lips once more. With his hands firmly holding your head in place, he began to buck up into you and when it seemed like it was going to be to much, he let his hands drift down your back and onto your hips again, to hold you place while he set a punishing pace, thrusting ever harder and deeper into your pulsing core until he finally exploded with a roar. It wasn’t your peak, but you weren’t complaining in the least. He’d fucked you through several tiny orgasms, each ebbing and flowing with ease. If there was nothing more, no additional gratitude the rest of the night, you’d be just fine.

But he was having none of it. He lifted you off and laid you to the side, urging you back against the head of the bed and lifting the covers for you to climb under. Once you were comfy, he left the bed to deal with the condom removal, grabbing an apple and knife from his bag on the way back. You sat and conversed while he fed you thin slices of sweet fruit, taking his own bites after every third for you.

Geralt was easy to talk to. Not overly wordy, but happy to chat nonetheless. Although you wanted to ask questions about the hotel, you knew it would be wildly inappropriate so you stuck with the script for the scene. What would it take to clear the rest of the Kraks? How dangerous would it have been had he gone alone? What’s the most danger he’d ever gotten into? The most fun? How often, exactly, had he and Lambert been thanked simultaneously?

That question was designed to reignite the passion in the room. You weren’t disappointed. The mere telling of the experiences got him rock hard again and it was with delight that you let him take the lead the rest of the evening. Once he’d donned another condom after feasting on your pussy one more time, he took you on your back, legs wrapped around his waist so he could grab at them when he needed to open you wider or lift your leg over his shoulder to find that one final deep spot that had you panting his name and coming hard around him. He took one more lingering kiss, then pulled out and tidied up, joining you back under the covers for a final round of pillow talk before turning in for the night.

Somehow, with the knowledge that the physical part of the evening was over, the air in the room changed and the conversation did as well. He wasn’t overly concerned with keeping the topics to the scene, but you found yourself second guessing if you should ask anything at all about Walter. It seemed rude, even though Mike had been completely open about it. This stay wasn’t that one. 

You’d booked an overnight and Geralt hadn’t needed to bend time for you, if that was even something he could do, so you had no direct in with a question about his possible gifts. You could maybe ask why Lambert had called him Wolf, since they were both from the same school. But in the end it was Geralt who brought up Walter, without realizing what he was doing.

“I lucked into this spot. The hotel had just lost one of their best hosts, and the guy was booked solid weeks out. They’re still trying to find another werewolf to take his room, but in the meantime they contacted me and set up this level.”

“How did they find out about you?” you asked, trying to keep your heart rate from spiking at the hint of information about Walter.

“The way they find out about any of us, I suppose. Word of mouth.”

“Do you know what happened to him? The guy before you?” You didn’t think you were holding your breath, but Geralt’s answer told you otherwise.

“Not a clue. I try not to get caught up in the gossip. Hey, are you alright? You look like you’re about to faint. That’s a real skill since you’re already laying down.”

You tried to take a breath and laugh it off at the same time, asking your next question with a feigned indifference. “There’s gossip in this hotel?”

Geralt’s laugh was infectious. “There’s gossip at every hotel, but this one's something else. I think the vampire is the ring leader. I try to stay away from it. Keep my head down. Take care of my guests. And I shouldn't have even said that. Please forgive me.”

It was obvious he wasn't going to give up much more information, if he even knew anything specific to begin with. You tried to stifle a yawn, but Geralt noticed and stood up to blow out the candles illuminating the room, leaving one small oil lamp burning. When he returned to bed, you curled up into his warmth. You felt a little bad about imagining it was Walt you were snuggled next to, but it didn’t stop you from drifting asleep with a smile on your face.

You opened your messaging app as you were about to step out of the cafe where you’d gone for a latte the next morning after dropping your bag at home.

sendmeanangel: you’ll never guess who showed up to get coffee this morning 

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thinking unholy thoughts of gale making john come untouched with only his fingers in the biker au… maybe john didn’t even know it was possible so when gale keeps going he gets confused and is like “i’m good im ready” but gale keeps going 😅

au post | ohhh man okay. yeah feeling super extremely sane and normal about this, never been better! thanks! ~2k words of nsfw filth below the cut sighhhh

okay, prefaced with a little more world building in my last post since we're really diving into this au now LOL. ofc things might change when i actually write it, but this is how i'm feeling things will go rn!

re: 'maybe john didn't even know it was possible'– like i said in the drabble before this, he's fooled around a little with curt, but nothing more than getting a bit handsy. he's had a girlfriend for around a year, so they were probably serious enough to get up to things too, but straight sex is very different from gay sex obviously.

the internet exists, and during the time john is pining(thirsting) over gale, he probably does his fair share of googling 'blond man with tattoos fucks brunet man', but really he's kinda intimidated by a lot of stuff, so he doesn't delve too deep into that world. when he and gale start seeing each other and john realizes they're gonna move past making out eventually (because gale is almost such a gentleman sometimes that john wants to bash his head in in his impatience), he probably psychs himself out a bit and gets into his own head and is like fuck.

gale's had years to gain experience and what if he's not good enough or does something stupid or or or, on and on. obviously these worries are completely unfounded because gale adores him and would never pressure him and doesn't expect them to just jump right into things; half of the reason he probably drags things out is because he wants to be absolutely certain things are on john's terms, and that john's not just being horny and impulsive.

john probably ends up trying to do some research so he can yk. pick up some tips, because he's got all the enthusiasm he needs when he thinks about getting to drop to his knees for gale, but he has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't realize everyone learns as they go because he's dumb (/fond) and overthinks everything. (whatever he ends up learning doesn't matter anyway, because all coherent thought leaves his head when they do start doing stuff together and gale is so encouraging and easygoing that he feels ridiculous for ever worrying.)

all that is to say that yeah, he's got like no firsthand experience when it comes to anything past the basics or anything he hasn't been doing by himself. everything is fresh and exciting and as much as he loves just hanging around gale, he's also always needy and horny (gets told he's "insatiable" quite a few times by gale) so they get up to a lot of shit and it's unfair how good gale is in bed and how he knows exactly which buttons to press to get john worked up.

at the time this incident happens, gale's already fingered john a few times, but it's always just as a build up/foreplay, usually followed or joined with gale's other hand or lips around john's cock. they haven't had sex yet, and it feels really nice when gale does this, but john always just kinda sees it as foreplay and it doesn't last for long.

so when gale's got john laid in his bed one sunny afternoon and they're making out and john starts getting whiny and squirmy from the stimulation of his fingers in him, and gale doesn't switch things up like he usually does, john's heart leaps because in his mind, surely gale's getting him ready for something else.

but he's frustrated because it feels like gale's purposefully avoiding hitting right where he needs him to, pants out gale's name against his lips, grasping the back of gale's shirt. starts rocking his hips down against his fingers, seeking it out, and gale rumbles out a "needy thing" before pressing a kiss to his cheek and crawling down the length of his body, settling himself between john's legs.

john props himself up on his elbows to watch, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy, digging his fingers into the blanket instead. he lets out a little whine at the slow drag of gale's fingers, and that finally makes him cave, crooking his fingers just right, and john's lips part at the way the sudden surge of pleasure zings up his spine.

lets his elbows slide out from underneath himself, dropping back down into the pillow, satisfied he's finally getting what he's been waiting for since gale worked him open ten minutes ago. he waits for stimulation on his cock to join the fingers in him as usual, assuming that's why gale moved to lay there, but gale just keeps up the slow in and out and consistent brushes against his prostate and its embarrassing how much he's leaking all over his own stomach.

but then he has the thought that maybe gale's actually properly prepping him and his cock twitches and his breath catches and he props himself up again to find gale already watching him. he waits expectantly, too shy to ask, and gale doesn't offer him any confirmation, just pressing gentle kisses to his thighs and smiling when john's hips start to roll down against his fingers again.

john thinks that maybe gale's waiting for him to say he's ready, since he does often make him ask for what he wants, so even as his cheeks go hot, he gets out a breathy "gale, i'm– that's good, 'm ready."

but gale only chuckles quietly, nipping at his thigh to feel it twitch away, watching john in a way that makes him feel somehow even more exposed than he already is, and now he's even more confused and he feels like he's melting into the bed and gale's putting a little more pressure into each crook of his fingers and the sounds he's making are so whiny and high pitched that he wants to cover his own ears out of embarrassment.

"does it feel good, doll?" gale purrs, dragging john's eyes back to him, and he nods, twisting his hands in the blankets harder. it does feel good, enough so that heat is pooling in his stomach in a way that's both familiar and foreign, the sensation all different with no friction against his dick.

gale's working his hand a little faster and john's face burns at the realization that he's being finger–fucked like a girl and he drops back into the pillows, arms going too weak to hold himself up. his thighs are starting to tremble and gale murmurs that he's "making such a mess on yourself, baby, look at you" and john immediately reaches down to take his dick in his hand, but gale catches his wrist with his free hand, slowing his movements down, much to john's dismay.

"no hands today, john," he says gently, letting go of his wrist. "i want you to keep them at your side for me, can you do that?"

and john lets out a near hysterical noise but he obliges, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket again, head spinning at being given an instruction, biting down on the inside of his cheek when gale speeds his fingers up again with a "good job, baby."

the heat builds and builds as gale's fingers hit right where they need to each time, and it feels like he's just hanging on the edge of an orgasm for so long, unable to tip over that edge, eyes blurring over from how overwhelming the drawn out sweet–hot pleasure is. he's mindlessly rocking his hips down and panting out little "ah ah ah"s with each thrust of gale's fingers and he's so close to lifting his hand from his side when a sob of frustration slips out.

but gale presses his lips to his thigh again, sucking at the sensitive skin there, pulls back to murmur a stream of "c'mon sweet thing, come on my fingers, show me how good you feel, you can do it" and john chokes out a cry as he clenches around his fingers and comes so hard he nearly blacks out, back arching and hips stuttering up like he can get friction that way.

gale's hand chases his jerking movements, continuing to fuck him on his fingers as john paints his own stomach, cock pulsing, feeling like he's just going to keep coming and coming, mewling desperately and shaking like a leaf and seeing stars behind his closed eyelids.

he closes his thighs against gale's sides when it starts to be too much, hands shaking when reaches down to tiredly push at him, hips stuttering away from the stimulation, hiccupping as he tries to catch his breath. he can feel hot tears soaking into the hair at his temples, lips parted in surprise, shuddering when gale lets his movements slow down until his fingers go still.

john whines when he pulls them out, despite his efforts to squirm away from them moments before, and gale presses a kiss to his hip before he crawls back up his body, cupping john's face with the hand not covered in lube, and john's eyes flutter open, bleary when they focus in on the expression of awe on gale's face.

"fuck, john," gale sounds almost as breathless as him. "you're crying, baby. was that okay?" john nods shakily, tilting his chin up for a kiss, and gale leans down without missing a beat, kissing him so deep it feels like he wants to devour him. mumbles "you have no idea what you do to me" against john's lips, brushing his fingers over the tear streaks on either side of his face, peppering his red cheeks with light kisses before pulling back again.

"felt good?" he murmurs, and john chokes out a laugh at the understatement, draping his wrist over his forehead. "really good," he breathes out, flushing when he opens his mouth again, "didn't know that was, um. a thing." and gale half laughs, half groans at the admission, rolling his hips down, and john sucks in a sharp breath at the drag of his pants, cock twitching even after all that.

gale doesn't mind; he's more than happy to watch his pretty boy fall apart on his fingers, mouth, cock, as many times as john lets him.

#a boioioing sound effect played when i read this ask #i kept going oh my god oh my GOD under my breath #felt like a fly rubbing my hands together maniacally #this is just filth but are we surprised. probably not #NOT PROOFREAD YET ALRIGHT i need a Snack #leaving bikeriders au #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #buckbucky

[resident-gay-bitch]

Modern au where the girls meet in college and get assigned random roommate and they’ve never met before because they are all study abroad students spending a year in the US. Lily from England is with Dorcas from an African country ( I don’t know which one to choose if I don’t choose mine lol so I’ll leave that to you). Mary ( not sure which country but I’m getting middle eastern vibes) is with Pandora ( I kind of want to give her mythology roots like Greek yk ? ). Marlene ( I want to give her Indonesia what do you think ?) with Alice ( definitely Europe vibes here )

Anyway they meet and bond about discovering American culture and how ridiculous some of the stuff is and they do make American friends but they keep coming back to each other and they become closer and closer but also the time comes that they each have to go back to their countries and you have a really tearful/angsty goodbye

Just feel like giving them really different backgrounds because it’s women history month and women from all around the world should be celebrated and also people from a lot of different countries are just really cool as a friend group

Anyway some head cannon for this au

Each of their dorm is fully decorated to the point you can see their personality when you enter the room

Mary is the kind to stay up to do homework and Pandora wakes up really early which creates some funny situations between them

All of them fight over who has the best cultural food ( Lily is not allowed to participate she is British/lh)

They do the American college thing to the full extent like going to football games, having parties and stuff and still aces their classes somehow

That was really long but oh well here are my two cents lol hope you like it <3 I really like your writing btw

Hi hi!!! Sorry for taking so long to respond to this, I saw it a few days ago and was too tired to respond and I’ve just been in a state of brain mush ever since.

Okay, I love this idea SO SO much! Especially them all coming together to be confused about American culture lol, I think that’s so funny.

I 100% agree with all of these ethnicities for them as well, I can see it all clearly (the Pandora being from Greece just makes sense idk why more people don’t HC this).

One headcannon I’ve been having lately is that Marlene is Australian because like, she is literally the definition of an Aussie bogan in my head (if you’ve never heard of Amyl and The Sniffers go check out their music because I think they’re SO Marlene Band Au coded).

And any Aussie out there will know this well and true, but for some reason all aussies just dip to Indonesia (specifically Bali) every winter to escape the cold, like it’s actually amusing how many just disappear over there. SO many of my friends have gone on Bali trips it’s ridiculous.

Anyway, you suggesting Marlene be from Indonesia just popped the best idea in my head where like her dad is Australian and took a trip with his mates to Bali. I’m thinking they would frequent the bar next to their hotel and get drunk there every night and he fell in love with one of the bartenders that snuck him free drinks every time he complimented her and then they hooked up one night and she got pregnant without realising and then he went home and she freaked out. Luckily she got his number because they fell in love and then like she moved to Australia to raise Marlene. I think that’s such a funny cute way to tie our headcannons together.

And yes Mary is 100% the type to stay up so late where as Pandoras in bed by nine and up with the sun.

Their rooms would be the swankiest rooms you’ve ever seen.

They would 100% all bully Lily for her comfort meal, which is beans straight out the can, and would all shove their fav foods down her throat. She’d love it though and pretend to complain about it all the time so all her friends would keep making her all these amazing snacks and meals.

They definitely would get involved with the whole American college experience but no one is prepared for how Marlene acts at the college football games. She’d spend one third of the game complaining about how this isn’t real football (Insert AFL which she grew up watching with her dad - footy), a second third of the game skulling beer and challanging random college boys to drink offs and shoeies (idk how to spell it, when you drink out of a shoe), and the last third screaming so hard when their team gets a point or goal or however it works and going balisic and booing the opposition and screaming about the unfair umpiring, and she’d 1000% be the loudest there.

Sorry, I’m passionate about Marlene.

But yessss this is such a good idea lol I love it! Thanks for sending in the ask, I really appreciate hearing about the girls <3

#jay answers #marauders #lily evans #mary mcdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #alice fortescue #the valkyries #pandora rosier #lily potter #headcannon

[plantanarchy]

I have some questions about your house poinsettia.

1. Do you use grow lights for it? Could I reasonably expect it to stay alive with just natural light from a bright western window that keeps agave and cacti alive over winter?

2. Does it actually bloom without too many ridiculous requirements?

I inevitably receive a poinsettia from a friend and usually kill it after a respectable time frame but now I’m wondering if I should bother trying to keep it alive.

Currently I have one poinsettia growing under grow lights and one in a west window.

The trouble with most poinsettias is many are inevitably already dying in December when they come home. It's very stressful to be a poinsettia in December. If it survives finishing up blooming (when it drops its cyathia) and still has a root system, it may keep color for another few months. Around late January I start to treat it more like an annoying houseguest of a houseplant and shove it somewhere in a window. They either die or don't die and then they go outside for the summer.

I haven't really had success in getting mine to rebloom because my house is too small and even artificial light will interrupt the short nights needed for them to rebloom. If you have a room you don't go in after dark, it's possible to leave the bastwrd in a window in there. I've been experimenting this year with one under my grow lights on a timer but it hasn't shown any signs of color yet.

Basically no, it's not worth it lol I just am attached to mine at this point

[yeats-infection]

hey I just wanted to tell you I’m obsessed with you and everything you write. I found your r/s works (seven simple machines….. that is staying w me for a LONG time) and now I’m reading your into the garden series (JACK!! GRAEME!! I love them!!) and I think I need to start it again as soon as I finish it, also basically reread everything you’ve written like it’ll somehow push it physically into my system. seriously amazing. do you have a way to support your writing? don’t know how seperate you keep these things but I’d love to know.

I’m absolutely loving the into the garden series, the way you depict the north west US has such a specific distinct beauty (like all your works honestly) are you still writing it? and how do you even come up with these ideas ! I feel like sometimes I want to write but it comes out so samey as other things I’ve written, I get directionless and self-indulgent without purpose. even when you’re winding and describing things it always feels so necessary for the piece. sorry for the endless message but I’ve been sitting on your works for a few weeks now and can’t stop thinking about them. thank you for sharing your stuff!!

thank you so so much for this very thoughtful message and apologies that it's taken me forever to reply! i get shy about posting asks with many compliments but since you asked some questions too i will try to answer them!

the #1 way to support my writing is to please leave me comments on ao3. i really like hearing what parts stood out to you and what moved you. there is no such thing as a comment that is bad or a story that is too old to comment on! there's really nothing that i'm doing this for at the end of the day besides myself and for the appreciation that people share!

i do hope to write one final big long piece of the series. i know most of what has to happen... i just need to execute it. it's hard to wrap everybody up in a way that feels true to who they are. demonstrating that people have grown is very hard, lol. i have faith in myself that i will be able to do it someday.

in terms of coming up with ideas. i too can be prone to feeling like i'm writing the same stuff over and over... there are a lot of 12-13 year gaps in my stories, lol. my advice is to be open to every possible experience and when you have a prose idea just start writing it no matter how ridiculous it seems

[cable-knit-sweater]

I know we have a couple of hours to go until the new year, but I just want to say a couple of things already because I can’t help myself 😂

Thank you, incredible creators, whether it be gif sets or fics or art or whatever else, for making my heart beat out of my chest, for making me cry and scream, for making me feel all warm and fuzzy, for bringing me so much joy, for making me go completely unhinged. You’re literally the backbone of this fandom, and getting to enjoy your creations this year and actually getting to interact with it & even getting to know some of you, has been the most wonderful experience and I’m so freaking grateful 💖💖

Thank you to everyone who’s read and/or supported my fics 💕💕💕💕. I never thought I’d start writing, let alone this much, and it’s been such a wonderful (although sometimes frustrating lol) creative outlet, and getting to see people enjoy it means SO much to me, and I can’t thank you enough!!!

Thank you to everyone who follows me and reblogs my (sometimes ridiculously unhinged) posts, I love to see all you just as unhinged people in my tags, I see you all, and you’ve made me cackle and scream and cry. Even if we’ve never interacted in any other way, just know how much I appreciate you and how happy I am to know there are people who are just as crazy about these boys as I am 🥰🥰🥰

And thank you, to the people I’ve met on here this year, too many to name (and I’m sure I’d leave people out bc I have literally 3 braincells and at any point in time at least two of them are screaming at me about Seb, Chris, Steve & Bucky) for making being in this fandom such an incredible experience. Some of you have become such important people in my life over such a relatively short period of time, and I can’t imagine my life without you. I wish I had the words to describe how much you mean to me, but I love you to the moon and back 🥺💖🥺💖💖

I cannot believe I’ve only been here for 9 months - it feels like forever, in the best way, and I can’t wait for 2023 and what it will bring all of us. I hope you all have a safe, happy, gentle NYE, and wish you all the very best for the new year. I love you all 💛💛💛💛

#maya babbles #💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

[maccreadysbaby]

WIP tidbits!

thanks @sirmanmister for the tag! sorry it took me like seven years to post lol. Here’s something I’m working on just for fun. (I love experimenting with sibling dynamics so here are some of my latest test subjects)

Bailey, pretending that she didn’t have to be up for class in less than three hours, thumped down the stairs in her sleep shorts and massive tee. Her best bet would be to suck down coffee and keep studying until go-time. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time she pulled an all-nighter for the stupid undergrad courses she was starting to regret.

She sighed heavily when she flicked the kitchen lights on, the blinding white cabinets and countertops making her blink for a moment.

“Bailey, turn those off,”

She audibly gasped, jumping so vigorously that she slammed her elbow against the marble countertop. She whirled around and spotted a lump of black blankets in the breakfast nook, hunched over the table. The tuft of blonde sticking out near the table’s surface eased her nerves a little — thankfully, since she hadn’t actually slept, her tell-the-twins-apart-even-when-they-aren’t-looking-at-me senses were still pretty much online.

“Roman?”

“Bailey. Lights,” It was meant to sound threatening, but it came out as more of a whine. Bailey humphed and flicked the main kitchen lights off, turning on the pantry light and leaving the door propped open instead. It was a good enough compromise.

She sighed, opening the cabinet where they kept their mugs. “Why are you in the kitchen at three a.m.?”

“Why are you?” He murmured into the tabletop. Bailey rolled her eyes.

“Coffee,” She answered.

He replied: “Migraine.”

She hummed in sympathy, pulling out a mug with the words #1 twin brother painted across the side in blue, glittery paint. A craft created by eight-year-old Bailey before she realized Kai was going to grow up to be a full-time douchebag.

“Where’s Julian?” She questioned, stepping into the pantry and grabbing the first coffee capsule she saw. It was black cherry. (Who in the house even drank that?)

“Taking up residence in my bed,” Roman muttered. Bailey hummed again, and after a moment of silence, he clarified: “Nightmare.”

“He could’ve gotten me instead of waking you up,” She murmured as she absentmindedly turned the coffee machine on and hoped Kai hadn’t screwed up the settings too much. 

“Wasn’t sleeping,” He grumbled. “Dying instead.”

“Dramatic much?” She replied. While the coffee machine whirled and spluttered, she actually took a second to look over at her little brother. He had his forehead pressed to the surface of the table, and a pill bottle was sitting next to him.

She squinted. “You took Vicodin?”

“Mm,”

“Did you eat anything?” She cringed. After a few moments, she took his silence as a no.

“Dude, you’re gonna hurl,”

“M’not,” He protested weakly.

“You took Vicodin on an empty stomach, idiot. Eat something,”

“No,”

She suppressed the urge to snort at him. “Why? Because you feel like you’re gonna hurl?”

“Leave him alone, Bailey, God. How can you be so annoying at three in the morning?”

With a dramatic groan, she turned on her heel, coming face-to-face with her stupid idiot of a twin who was entering the kitchen from the other end. 

“Shut up,” She spat.

Kai huffed and rolled his eyes, and Bailey was promptly reminded why she hated the way she looked so much. Because she looked just like him.

“Things were going well until you arrived,” She continued. The coffee maker beeped and she shuffled forward to get her mug. The warmth emanating from the glass heated up her frigid fingertips.

“You consider Roman dying in the breakfast nook while you ridicule him going well?”

Bailey rolled her eyes for the fiftieth time. “Piss off, Kai. Why are you even here?”

He lifted his hands in surrender, moving toward the pantry. “I was hungry. Is that a crime?”

“Don’t you dare eat my jello, dickface,” She continued. 

Kai snickered and replied: “Romans about to hurl.”

She whipped around with a muted grumble, catching a glimpse of her (now very green) little brother who was sitting up, breathing shallowly through his mouth. She jerked a mixing bowl out of a nearby cabinet and tossed it at him.

“Geez, eat a banana or something,”

“Bailey,” He whined.

“Why are you all awake?” Came the fourth and — hopefully final — voice from the entryway of the kitchen. Julian was there, wrapped in a blue throw blanket that literally had Roman’s name embroidered into the corner. He looked weary, younger than his twin.

“Romans dying and Bailey came down to make him feel even worse,” Kai replied from his position in the pantry. Bailey heard him crunching on something. 

“Julian,” She sighed in relief. “Would you please make your brother eat something before he pukes all over the nook?”

“You say that like he’s not your brother, too,” Julian muttered as he grabbed a banana off the counter and made for the breakfast table. 

“Did Arsen come home last night?” Bailey questioned, aiming the question at no one in particular. 

“Pretty sure he wasn’t in his room earlier,” Julian replied, waving the now peeled banana in Roman’s face. “Door was open.”

“He’s at Logan’s,” Kai replied from the pantry. “Why are you being such a helicopter mom? He’s like, thirty.”

Bailey rolled her eyes. “He’s eleven months older than me and you.”

“Your point?”

Bailey, instead of arguing about the fact that their oldest brother was twenty, huffed and took a long sip of her coffee. Kai lived to be annoying and she wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction. Not at three in the morning when she’d practically been inhaling trigonometry for, like, five hours. 

“Would you rather me be a helicopter dad?” She muttered into her cup. Kai peered out of the pantry with a bag of chips in one hand, still crunching on them. 

“You’d definitely be more attractive if you were a dude,” He stated, gesturing to his own face. “Case-in-point.”

Bailey’s sass-filled response was cut off when Roman promptly retched in the mixing bowl.

Her eyes flicked to Julian, and he shrugged, taking a bite of the banana and patting Roman’s back with the other. “I tried.”

I’m tagging @sassenashsworld, @danses-with-dogmeat, @just-another-wasteland-merc, and @theartofblossoming,

(no pressure I know I tag the same, like, four people every time😂)

#current wip #wip #my wips #tag game

[keenregine]

Just to keep the boat sailing.. Oh wow seven months ago, how can I ever top that amount of time. Seven months?! Geez. Anyways, let's just do this and move along. It has been almost a year since I moved from the hospital accommodation to the other house, can't say current because after eight months of staying there, I moved. . again. We'll get to that later. For now, we will just call the first house 'Audax', nothing special there, it's just the street name. I was together with three of my other cohort, it was a four bedroom, two tier house. I'm trying to search what type of house it is Google is not on my side today. But it looks very similar to a terraced house, only less fancy, less decorated, laced with pale bricks without those Victorian era chimneys, very industrial looking. The rent was at a decent price of, . . I'd rather not say, but it includes all the bills and internet. Good deal if you ask me, especially after the number of rejections we've been through. I chose the double bedroom on the second floor with shared bathroom, two person each floor. We don't have a designated receiving area because we converted that into a bedroom. The kitchen also became our common area, big enough for the four of us to fit in. There's also a beautiful garden at the back with a small shed or cottage whatever, great for hanging out or just to hide away. I'm not a fan of Taylor Swift, but I'd like to say that maybe, just maybe 'It's me, Hi! I'm the problem, it's me.' See what I did there, just to put a spin on my boring old narrative. Before moving in, an issue came about between me and my other cohort who immediately became my friend arriving here in UK. I will not go into further details since I won't forget that moment anyway. To summarize, we stopped talking from the first day we moved until this today. And I believe, it will not be fixed in the nearest future because we don't live in the same house anymore. We made it so easy avoiding each other while in the same roof, imagine how much easier it is now that were completely apart. In the recent years, I always found myself caught in these situations (for different reasons). It dawned on me that maybe I'm the problem. Well, life has to go on. First ever Christmas in the UK, yay 'twas great. Also, my first snow experience ever. I don't mean to sound pretentious or anything (which I think I am, but not on this matter) the snow didn't really excite me or maybe because I'm sick during these times and had to work taking out all the fun feeling within me. Lol. Felt like it was just snowflakes falling from the sky, the aftermath aesthetics though really hit hard. The best thing out of all the tragedy was Alex had a month-long vacation here with me, I'm just so glad that he took care of me, cook proper food for us, maintained my sanity and sustain my diva and baby like attitude. But ofcourse, I took him to all the major attractions that London has to offer which was loadsss by the way. And I realized how big this city is, there are over thirty-two boroughs and from each borough is a center, like an 'unofficially' declared center. Now, before I go any further and leave the most exciting 'parts' of my journey, after being in the UK for several months (I'm pertaining to myself), I managed to get a Schengen visa. Yay! it's way more convenient to travel to Europe (geographically) now that I'm here. Like, whenever I have long rest days, I could quickly go and fly across the channel. No drama, no bullshit. Went for his birthday on October, went again for my birthday on November. What a joy! The Spanish consul was generous enough to give me six months valid visa, which is already expired at this time. Getting an appointment is seriously like finding a lost treasure at sea, ridiculously difficult. The first time here in the UK (I feel the strong need to clear this, may I remind you about the time where I cried in the Spanish embassy in Saudi? yeah, that. good times) was fairly easy but with moderate effort, I was just lucky to get it at first try. Back in Saudi, everything was done for me by an agent, all I need to do was to pay and attend. But now, I need to do everything myself which is okay, but dude the appointment these days as I've said was close to none. I go online almost everyday at different times, trying to see if I could catch the fish. For a few weeks I was not very lucky, so I decided to take the convenient way, the 'what-would-Regine-do' way. I caved and paid for an appointment, ONLY for the appointment, getting the whole package would cost nearly £400-600. A great idea for business, seem like a scam because people aren't actually supposed to pay for an appointment alone. But since I don't want the hassle anymore, I end up here and believe me, I tried my best.

[aresianrepose]

Got tagged by @forcesofnatureunleashed for a game to get to know people better and I don’t usually do these but I’m trying to be more social in my little internet sphere so here goes!! Also, omg thanks for thinking of me. _______________________________________________________

three ships:

JayDick, Hannigram (I know), and JMart. If you sense a theme here, no you don’t. 

first ship:

Well, pre-internet childhood/young adolescent ship would be Logan and Nightcrawler from the OG X-Men movies, I’m not sure what that ship name is. But actual like proper internet using, teenage ship would’ve been Spirk and MattxMello. I actually met my internet bestie through MxM 9 years ago on this god forsaken app and we’re still going strong. (also Kingdom Hearts slash ships, literally just all of them in a big pile).

last song:

Skeleton by Fewjar, my current Jason song. The ending is not my fave but the lyrics still fuck in that part.

last movie:

Oh god, I don’t know. Probably some random horror film. I did watch Glass Onion recently.

currently reading:

I just finished House of Leaves. I haven’t had a lot of time for fiction reading. It was deeply enjoyable. I went into it completely blind and the horror/interactive decoding was really thrilling. I will say that it did fuck with my mental health a little bit so reader beware.

But for non-fiction I’m reading through... Lists 10 different books on therapy (not CBT gags, mostly somatic), multiculturalism, trauma, social justice, community work, and intersectional identities. If anyone wants good recs for trauma stewardship/work/healing, practical leftist theory (not just wank that doesn’t actually help anyone), advocacy, and the diversity of human experience through the lens of social issues lmk and I’ll send my recs. (I also have most of these in pdf form so I can send them to anyone interested, if you want).

My number one rec that I am currently reading (again) is: We Do This ‘Til We Free Us. It is an abolition and transformative justice book but it also touches on the myth of perfect victims and community organizing.

OH! I’m also reading through Hellenistic Astrology: The Study of Fate and Fortune by Chris Brennan. I’m super intro traditional astrology (not so much modern)

currently watching:

Critical Role campaign 3 and Puppet History (just watched the season finale).

currently consuming:

I’m actually unsure if this means food or media lol. I mean, I am a known Animal Crossing consumer (Pocket Camp and New Horizons). I don’t know how to like things without consuming them. I’m currently bingeing through Hollow Knight and just got done with a 20-25ish hour Celeste playthrough in the span of like 5 days. I know this makes it seem like I really enjoy platformers, but I don’t actually lol.

currently craving:

I relate strongly to force’s response to this. Umm, I’m craving a normal sleep schedule before the Spring grad semester suplexes me into ridiculous deadlines.

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Tagging the bestie to force them to also be social @othilaodal and everyone else was already tagged so yeah!! All of the pressure to do this Othila. 

#clovis writes #tag game #thank you so much for thinking of me #makes me feel very warm #wow this is very long

[kurlyfrasier]

Clan Mudhorn

Synopsis: Din has decided it’s time to give his friends a little something.

Pairings: Din & Friends (all platonic)

Warnings: Din is gift giving. This is just fluff with friends, I’d say. Found Family.

A/N: idk what this is you guys, more of a drabble probably lol. Grogu is in this for a minute. Also, this takes place after TBOBF. Din has accepted and is settled in his role as Mand’alore.

Word Count: 1360

It had been a few years since he accepted his role as Mand’alore. Truly accepted it. Now when there were challengers for the Darksaber (few and far between as they may be at this point), he wanted to win. He wanted to be the one shouldering the weight of Mandalore and her people. It felt…good. Natural, for the most part. It was a lot like being beroya, except now it wasn’t just for his covert. But for all Mando’ade. With fewer enemies and a - mostly - peaceful Mandalore, Din Djarin had decided it was time his name could protect his Mudhorn family. Before now, he believed his role as Mand’alore was more of a target for his enemies than protection for those he cared for. If anything ever happened to them- well, he’d never forgive himself. 

And really, if he made it known to the galaxies who his family is then it would mean a safe haven for all Mandalorians. So, in hindsight, it was a win-win.

First stop was Peli Motto. He didn’t want to have to argue with her about it so he made sure to arrive with a small squad of fighters and a couple of the best artists from Mandalore long after the two suns had set. Just in case she woke up, he brought back-up in the form of Grogu. If there was anything that could distract the mechanic, it was his son.

He landed his starship as quietly as possible and waited for the angry shouts of his favorite mechanic. After a few minutes of silence - not even the droids woke up - he lowered the ramp and had his crew tiptoe (he could not believe he was asking his people to tiptoe, as if Peli was a danger to them, but he kept that thought to himself) out of the ship. Once out, leaving a sleeping Grogu in his hammock, he whispered through his comms.

“One mudhorn signet on the roof and one on the wall, here,” Din pointed out exactly where he wanted his mudhorn signet painted to the artists before turning to his fighters. “You keep watch for any lights or sounds coming out of the building.

His team nodded their assent and took up position, scanning the area for danger as he went back into the ship to check on Grogu. He was still asleep, quiet snores the only sound in the hull.

Din sighed, thinking it ridiculous that his elite crew was lowered to this sad excuse of a covert operation. He had tried to get a few young fighters to come with him, to gain some experience in silent operations, but his crew refused to oblige him on it. What was the point of being Mand’alore when his own guard didn’t listen to him? Ridiculous.

“Hey!” The high-pitch shout had Din flinching. “What are you ruffians doing to my hangar!”

“The Mand’alore-” 

“The Mand’alore, huh?” Din could imagine Peli with her hands on her hips, droids waking up beside her and scurrying away in fear as she yelled at his guard. “You tell him I said this is a respectable establishment, not some back alley to graffiti- Bright Eyes!”

Din sauntered down the ramp with a half-asleep Grogu in his arms as Peli met him halfway, grabbing the sleepy child.

“What are you doin’ here, little guy. I haven’t seen you in months. Have you been eating good? Do you need a snack?”

Grogu cooed, wide-awake at the mention of food.

“Don’t go thinkin’ you’re outta trouble Mando,” Peli stated pointedly as she headed for the garage. “I wanna know what brings you here in the middle of the night. Ya scared me half to death with these newbies.”

Din sighed as he passed his guard, following the outspoken mechanic.

“So,” she started once she found a quick snack for Grogu, settling him on her lap as he munched away. “What are you havin’ your people do to my hangar?”

“I’m having them paint the mudhorn on your wall,” he chose to omit the signet painted on the roof.

“What for?”

Din chose his words carefully. He didn’t want Peli to think he thought she needed his protection, so he explained his reasoning in a way she would appreciate. “So Mandalorians will know you are a friend they can trust when they need repairs.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so! If I had known your mudhorn thing would bring in business, I would’ve had you paint it on there a long time ago.”

Din didn’t tell her she would’ve been used as bait by his enemies if he had done this sooner and instead reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a necklace with a mudhorn pendant dangling from it.

“What’s this?” She asked, reaching for the gift.

“In case you’re ever in trouble. There’s a panic button on the bottom of it. Just push it and I’ll come find you.”

“Mando,” she said quietly, reverently, as she held it gently in her hand. “I can’t accept this. You’ve got a whole planet to run. You don’t have to worry about little ole me.”

“You can and you will. You don’t want to offend the Mand’alor, do you? I’ve heard he has a temper and kills anyone who so much as looks at him wrong.”

“Ha!” Peli barked out, knowing full well the man in front of her was really a gentle soul, even if he was a bit rough around the edges. “I wouldn’t wanna do that, now would I?”

~~~~~

Next stop was Fett’s Palace. A place of respite for his Mando’ade. They were already welcome. Had been for a while, but Din figured it was about time to make it official. Plus it was a good place to rest after being up all night at Peli’s hangar.

When they got there, though, Din’s Mudhorn Signet was already scorched into the sand wall behind the throne.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Fett stated when Din froze at the sight of it, voice gruff. “I wanted your people to know they were welcome, vod.”

“That’s…actually why we were here,” Din replied. “Mind if we stay the night?”

Fett smiled, helmet held at his side. “Not at all.”

Din nodded and pulled out two of the same necklaces he had given Peli. “These are for you and Shand.”

“Are you?” Fett let the question hang, knowing exactly what this meant.

“If you would like to be a part of my clan, yes. I know you can both hold your own, but there’s a panic button on the bottom of each. Push it, and I’ll come find you.”

“I am honored to be a part of your aliit, vod,” Fett gently grabbed the back of Din’s neck in a kaldabe kiss.

“You already were,” Din was surprised by how steady his voice was. “Now it’s official for the galaxies to see.”

~~~~~

There was no need for explanations on Nevarro when Cara and Greef woke up one morning to find the Mudhorn Signet painted outside of their offices, necklaces dangling on the inside knob of their doors. They put them on silently with an understanding nod to each other before continuing their day like usual. Not even questioning the fact that their friend had broken in. It was just part of being friends with a Mandalorian, plain and simple.

And if there were simple drawings left behind with Grogu’s favorite cookies- well, they weren’t going to complain about that gesture either.

~~~~~

Sorgan was refreshing to see. Looking the same as it had when they were last there. Except the children had grown several inches and were now helping, more often than not, with farming the krill.

The small Mandalorian crew stayed for two weeks. 

Grogu ate his fill of frogs (despite the children being grossed out) and krill.

They painted the mudhorn signet on the barn roof Din had previously stayed in.

Omera and Winta were the only two to receive a necklace.

Din uncomfortably accepted their hugs in return.

They were alitt now, after all.

~~~~~~~~~~

Mando’a Words:

~ Mand’alore (MAHN-dah-lor): Leader of Mandalorians

~ Beroya (Bair-OY-a): Bounty Hunter

~ Mando’ade (Mando-AH-day): Mandalorians/People of Mandalore

~ Vod (vohd): Brother/Sister/Sibling/Comrade

~ Aliit (Ah-LEET): Family/Clan

Pronunciations found here.

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#Mandalorian #fanfic #my writing #mand'alor din djarin #gifts #clan mudhorn #found family #fluff #gift giving

[sapphos-tooth]

homie what apps are you on 😭😭

ive had similar experience with dating apps though, like as soon as someone finds out im some flavor of trans nonbinary they get really weird really fast 😭😭

heres to better luck with our dating prospects 🍻

if i wasnt far south i would go to clubs with you homie

i’m mainly on tinder and the her app, which so far both suck because nobody wants to answer me anymore 🥲 and i don’t wanna pay for other ones because they’re ridiculously expensive for no reason??

i can’t figure out what it is before they leave?? like didn’t you read my profile bio?? 😭 do i give off bad vibes??

hopefully things will improve for both us for this year because it’s very tiring 🥂

also, thank you, that’s very sweet❤️ i don’t have many irl friends, so going out really isn’t in my plans. i’ll just run over there and we’ll hang then lol

#asks

[phoenix-rising-starbird-one]

I posted 989 times in 2022

That's 232 more posts than 2021!

86 posts created (9%)

903 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@buckymilf

@musette22

@justarandomgirly

@chromium-siren

@dusted-souls

I tagged 386 of my posts in 2022

#writing - 62 posts

#x reader - 36 posts

#reader insert - 24 posts

#mine - 15 posts

#sigh - 13 posts

#shameless self promo - 11 posts

#lmao - 9 posts

#lol - 8 posts

#sebastian stan - 7 posts

#😏 - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#this man’s adonis belt is fucking ridiculous and i’m like looking respectfully cause that shit takes dedication to look like that as in

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least give other writers. Let's already the self love 💖

Thank you for this ask, Laralie. 💖💖💖

So I’ve done this before but it doesn’t hurt to give my other works some love.

1. Tesselate - A Stucky x fem!Reader one shot. This one started with the simple idea of what if reader can’t sleep after a botched mission and just went from there. Wrote this one at lightning speed and am really proud of how it came together, keeping Steve’s and Bucky’s traits and pasts in mind.

2. You with me? - A Poe Dameron x Reader story taking place in the Star Wars universe. Right now, it’s on hiatus and only written up to before the sequel trilogy. But it will be written within the sequel trilogy timeline. Fingers crossed inspiration hits me soon to finish this one.

3. You’ve got this! And we’ve got you! - A Stucky x friend!reader (platonic) one shot which I wrote days before I had started chemotherapy. I’d poured all my fears into this one. It’s not for everyone as it’s heavy on medical.

4. I Think We’re Alone Now - A modern AU, Firefighter/EMT!Bucky x plus-size!fem!Reader story. Currently only 2 chapters are posted but I hope to have the next one up soon. I went full steam into writing this and then I kind of crashed.

5. Bread, Salt, Wine and Tender Loving Care - A Bucky x friend!Reader medical drama one shot, written from my own experiences. It’s very heavy on angst. So be warned.

Honorable mention: The follow up to #5, which is Of Comfort Foods and Lightning Bugs and Midnight Dances. This one is Bucky x friend!Reader, Sam x Reader. It takes place two years after BSW&TLC.

Please head the warnings for these stories. Most are 18+. They, like my other ones, are all on AO3 and I’ve marked and tagged stories accordingly. Media consumption is the reader’s responsibility and if you’re unsure about the tags or warnings, skip my works.

12 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#4

Why is it so wrong when I say that I’m not an ambitious person? Like? I’m not lazy. I just don’t care for the never ending contest of always having to be the best. I don’t care about leaving a legacy or some mark in history. And I feel like that should be okay?

13 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#3

Just thoughts…

Sometimes, I sit here and wonder if my writings have inspired/influenced other writers.

I know that since I started back in 2015ish, there’ve been quite a few writers on here who have influenced my writing and who’ve inspired me to keep going. @oh-nostalgiaa @rinskiroo @whimsicalworldofme @chromium-siren @revisionaryhistory @plussizeappreciationfics @mycapt-ohcapt @drabblewithfrannybarnes @comfortcap @who-talks-first just to name a few.

When I say influenced, I mean that I’ve read some, if not all of their works, and in turn my story telling has expanded/ gotten better, from syntax to vocabulary to world building. Like never underestimate how much your writings have helped and still help me grow as a writer.

17 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

#2

This took an embarrassingly long time to assemble.

40 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This gif of Seb is one of my faves ever.

He does the interview, gets distracted as he spots his love either in the crowd or just standing to the side. He’s maybe a little stressed but as soon as he sees them, all that stress just lifts away and he’s visibly lighter and more relaxed.

137 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

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Neato…

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[angelasudargo]

Me Before You

So I’ve been getting plenty of time to contemplate my life during this pandemic break. And being in the city doesn’t help that much. Good thing I am home.

Being back in the city for a while (re: a few months) and clamped by such strong capitalism has getting me tired of questioning things in life, honestly. I’ve been pondering on a lot of questions; I’m getting interested in fintech and start up, should I consider getting back to work in an office? Will I get accepted with no-related experiences in the past years? Ah, I love to read! Let’s start with British literature. Is it fine to do it? Will it help me in something useful? Everyone sells things, everyone works, am I wrong for chilling and reading and just writing on crap things (re: this Tumblr and me wordpress, lol). Should I throw my chance again before I get 30 or should I stick and try to build my career? Should I pick the safe life and stay in it for as long as I can for a secure future? Can I try for a year??? And go for the WHV in Australia? Will it be sensible? That sounds a bit selfish. Hmm, but you only live once, really. THESE THINGS.

But then Louisa and Will’s talks in the garden seems like shouting the answer for meee!

“You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.”

“Push yourself. Don't Settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.”

AND

“Push yourself. Don’t settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. And if you insist on settling down with some ridiculous bloke, make sure some of this is squirreled away somewhere. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.”

It was two days ago I watched this movie for the first time after finishing Memento. It was right in the dawn and I instantly feel lighted up again! Especially also because how Lou reminds me so much on my ‘older self’. You know, that ‘bling’ moment when you just like ‘a-ha! I cannot wait to start the day and be bright!’

And coincidentally, yesterday’s sermon in meeting prayer also quoted Hebrew 13:5 which says: “Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you."

Thus, I think I’ve outgrown my own contemplation :)

[kdipshit]

Co-dependancy ;

April 4

I have the faith that what’s best for me will ultimately manifest. I can be honest and say I’m codependent in relationships, I usually focus so much on the person I’m with and the life we have together rather than myself and my own life with ME lol. I feel bad and uncomfortable and almost like I cheat on myself when I drink, which is driving me to stay sober. I received ‘The big book’ in the mail today free, provided by a lovely AA Group over in the state I attended via zoom, so I’ve been extremely grateful in my moments of reading. My relationship with sobriety is at peaceful and positive as I can possibly make it, sometimes I’m worried if I’m hiding everything with a positive attitude or if I’m truely positive about my experience, I really don’t know what I’m saying or how anything is coming out because I feel so…. Idk, like I’m facing the wrong way. I kept super busy today, because I feel guilt. I did my morning routine with guilt in the back on my head, I’m writing this now with guilt plastered all over it. Am I an enabler? Because I enabled myself to get drunk… how long do I feel guilt for. Guilt stems for the abandoned emotion on the emotion wheel I’m looking at, and if this is a sign to get into my abandonment issues well I guess its time to roll up the sleeves, I feel sad and a little defeated. Must I acknowledge in order to go forward? What needs to be done here?

My fear of abandonment seems to take over my body and pierce into my soul, over the years it has stopped me from getting close to someone all together, and distance myself from those inevitably close to me. I feel ashamed when I over share, in fear of someone I love leaving, I hold and hide things in, because thats what seems to push people away the most. I’m like a child hiding things away from their parent. Idk why that analogy came but fuck it, when my parents would drink, they would get into some nasty fights, and when I was a child I remember my mum kicking my dad out on multiple occasions and me and my brother crying, holding and begging for him to stay. He stayed most times, other times he wasn’t far, and would always come back. My dad never truely left, but he wasn’t always there. When I felt the shift of my parents with me, when I was 13-14, I felt abandoned, and angry. I felt like no one knew me because they didn’t want to, I felt like there was something wrong with me, I felt extremely alone… in a house full of family. I wondered what was wrong with me for so many years, because I couldn’t understand or comprehend it, there was nothing wrong with me. Maybe there was lol, I don’t know, I know that I felt normal until my parents stopped talking to me.

I don’t feel good or confident in my writings right now, but ill keep writing. My parents are judges, like not real ones, like the kind of people who judge others a lot, ridicule them for their mistakes. I was judged so hard I let them win and started judging myself the way they did me… my dad decided to throw in a little ‘the gym is not a fashion show just so you know’ after I expressed wanting to go to the gym with him, and the rest of my family lol. I said ‘I don’t go to the gym like it’s a fashion show why would you say that’ and then he said ‘I just know what girls are like’ ????? I said well don’t you know me? And he told me to shut up and he walked away, lol. My parents always shut down the conversation by telling us to either shut up, for fuck off. I’ve always wanted the conversation, the hard ones, the meaningful ones, the ones where we learn and where we dig, something not so surface lev. Is it just me? Who needs to know wtf is going on in order to understand it? I haven’t had a fucking conversation in decades

If my issue with substance abuse is that once I have 1 taste I need to have another, what I’m saying is I take it too far, every time with every substance, I just gotta get high. I have to feel the feeling, and once I feel It, I just wanna feel it more, thats my issue. And I forgot what I was gonna say about that because I was interrupted while writing lol. I would never ever want my parents to see the potentially mean light I see them under, but its the truth, but I would never want to hurt their feelings, yet they hurt mine so many times. I was a good kid, I was happy I was joyful I was playful I was loud I was TALKATIVE I as a good well mannered fkn kid. And then I was abandoned. I’m a different kinda fucked up mannnnn, I was LEFT, while under the same roof, I was done to them. Because they didn’t couldn’t let down what ever bullshit wall they had up, I was determined to know my parents, but they weren’t all that keen on me. I guess thats how I feel in every relationship I’m in, scared they’re gonna drop me, ill have no one, but ill be forced to be respectful when I was continuously disrespected, negated and left behind. And yanno, I wasn’t exactly friends with my siblings because I never came out of my room…. It was an unsafe place for me to be, outside my room. I was friends with my brother outside of my room bc we used to go to school together, we always went late coz mum & dad were already at work, I used to write our late notes, anyways idk, its just all making me now realise how grateful and happy I am with life at the moment, Im really starting to see a future for myself, which is crazy, I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I’m such a positive attitude bitch!!!!!! Honestly I can turn any thought into a positive one, and I unconsciously prove this to myself everyday, all my thoughts are positive, lol. Thoughts are just thoughts, but when they become overwhelming, at least make expositive, you have the power, its just forgetfulness that betrays us.

Im a cuddly and super a friendly person I like to give and show love when I love someone, it can be a bit intense sometimes lol, I don’t show this kind of love often, only to a very special few. I have a maternal kind of love, I just want to take care of you. Blah blah blah, I don’t think I can feel that kind of love again, I don’t know why, well, idk why I say shit like that because maybe I do know and maybe saying idk is a response you give when you don’t want to dig deeper, its like your personal ‘shut up’ you hear from your parents in your ear hahahahahaha. Idk Mann, I’m pretty blazed, so I feel good, its hot though, its also 8pm so my meds have kicked in and I’m teeeee ruuuurrddd.. BOUND2

I am the space between everything i can see. I am space. I could never really figure out what was wrong with me but I remember everyone being so pissed at me for doing some of my own business type shit, like I was extremely hyper active Sexually I was drunk like every day lol, so was everyone else in my house tho???? So what the fuck is wrong with ME. I’m doing the same shit y’all fkn do y’all mad. Okay that sounded a lot like old K, and I’m trying to be better.

#blogging #new blog #mental health #actually bipolar #actually borderline #mental instability #actually bpd #original post #original writing #original words

[maidenofthesea]

I was supposed to babysit overnight Thursday through Sunday. We decided on a set price way under what I should be charging.

A little background, I have graduated with an education degree. I have over 11 years of experience working with children. I’m CPR certified for adults and children and have been babysitting for over seven years now. I was recommended by a friend who was trying to help me make some extra cash. Since the pandemic, I haven’t really had a Job with benefits so dog sitting/housesitting/babysitting has been my main source of income. I took a job that would require me to overnight babysit from a Thursday- Sunday night, and we came to a price for watching their child.

Upon arrival, I was greeted by two dogs. They never mentioned they had animals. While on tour of their home, I also came across fish and a cat. I did ask about this, “so you have animals? You never mentioned that to me “with the dad responding, “ha ha yeah sorry must have slipped my mind “. Mind you, I was offered this job on a Monday, they never said anything about their animals or that I would have to take care of them. I showed up on that same week, Thursday, this was completely out of nowhere. I understand that maybe some of this falls back on me, but normally when I am given jobs to house sit or dog sit or babysit they usually let me know exactly what I’ll be doing. I wasn’t expecting a printed itinerary, but I was expecting at least a little bit more communication. As expected, I was a little taken aback and didn’t really know what to say as they were in the middle of getting ready to leave for their trip.

As they are leaving, the mom tells me,”try not to kill my plants! Lol I even left a ‘how not to kill your house plants’ book to help you!” Mind you this could be poison ivy’s home because every room had at least multiple or several plants. I also do NOT have a green thumb. Of course I’m going to try my best. I want to leave a good impression but so far…their impression? Yeah, it’s not going well. We won’t talk about the child in question, that’s a different story.

I spoke to several friends, whom also babysit for a living and they agreed this was not the way to go about a job. They offered me their advice and to try and negotiate with the parents about possibly asking for more money. I felt like asking wasn’t correct though and we had a conversation and it was a little bit like this:

For anonymity, I’m keeping the money and names out of it.

Me:Hey there how would you like to go about paying me?

Them: Whatever works best Cash app Zelle or just plain cash?

Me: I prefer Cash. Also, I am charging you $$ for my services. The price of taking care of your child is $ with the addition of taking care of three animals, a fish plus watering plants is $.

Them : Wait ? we had agreed on $ you never mention any extra chargers

That’s something you mention when we first spoke you can’t tell us that towards the end when we aren’t aware of that and we agreed on a set price

Also if that was the case we would of gone another route what your asking for feeding the pets and watering the plants today is a bit ridiculous I’m sorry we would of asked our neighbor in that case. I’m a bit upset about this because you should of mention that Thursday when we told you everything including duties and once we did you should of mention that you were going to charge us extra for those services

We’re going to talk in person tomorrow because I don’t like doing things over text but I’m very upset right now being charge for something I wasn’t mention I was going to charge on I like to be aware of everything.

Me: I was overwhelmed by the additional responsibilities that were asked of me. I did not have a large opportunity to convey everything as you all were rushing to leave.

For the amount of responsibilities and days spent here, that is what I would charge. However, I'm to willing to accept what you believe is fair between what was decided and what I’m now asking.

I will update once we “talk”

I’d like to know, AITA?