#why can't i just drive 10 minutes to town and then take a 20 minute train ride and a 5 minute walk every day

[itstimeforstarwars]

Nothing has radicalized me into thinking we all deserve prolific and reliable public transportation like driving to work every day.

#chit chat #there is train tracks across the highway from my work #and they lead directly to the town nearest my house #why can't i just drive 10 minutes to town and then take a 20 minute train ride and a 5 minute walk every day #why do i have to drive 35 minutes every day on a road where everyone wants to kill and blind me #it's not fair #work stuff

[ijustwanttoreadfanfiction]

Friendly Sex - Chapter 9 - The Calm

We're back baby! Chapter 10 will definitely be up at some point this week but I'm not going to put a time limit on it in case I get bogged down with life etc. Thank you once again to everyone who has liked, reblogged, commented, and messaged you are all actual 'sweethearts'.

Chapter warnings: MDI (18+ only), explicit language, explicit sexual content, p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, over use of pet names, sex without a condom (reader is on the pill), creampie.

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Your dad picks you up from Indianapolis Airport just after 6am the following morning, holding you tightly for a good 20 minutes before you both could pull yourselves together, and get back on the road. 

“I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye to the twins.” You mumble tearfully, forehead resting against the passenger window.

“That’s not your fault sprout. That goddamn Philip, if I'd have been there I'd have laid his ass out.” Your dad seethes, and you can't help but smile, your dad is a good ten years older than Philip, slightly overweight with a heart condition, but you’d still bet money on him. “First thing I’m going to do when we get home is call your mother and give her a piece of my mind.”

“Dad, it’s not worth it.” You say tiredly. “She’s made her choice, and it’s not me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t pick you a better person to be your mom, kiddo.” He sighs sadly, patting you on the cheek.

You drift off for a while, the gentle rocking of the car soothing along with the quiet radio, it's not until you're 20 minutes outside of town that you wake up properly, stretching as best you can in the cramped car. Your dad is whistling quietly along to John Denver, as you pass the sign for Forest Hills Trailer Park, you wonder what Eddie is up to, thinking about how he talked you down last night.

You told him you missed him, it was a brutally honest moment, never expecting him to return the sentiment. You supposed it was natural to miss someone when you had spent just over a month with them, but you knew it ran deeper than that, you could have called anyone last night but you needed Eddie.

You finally pull onto the drive, the weight of yesterday feeling stronger again, you’re exhausted from all the tears, the pain of your mother’s rejection, the sleepless night in the airport.

Your dad takes your bag out of the trunk, unlocking the door, you toe off your sneakers and notice a fishing rod and tackle box to the side, suddenly remembering your Dad’s plans for the long weekend; fishing at Patoka Lake with his buddies.

“Oh Dad, I'm sorry, you were supposed to be on your fishing trip!" You cry feeling awful.

"Hey, don't worry about it sprout, there'll be plenty of other trips over the summer." He reasons, dumping your bag down. "Besides, you're more important right now."

"But you've been looking forward to it for months. Why don’t you call Dale? You can still make it up there. I’ll be ok on my own.” You say earnestly,

“I dunno kiddo.” He says scratching his head. “You being on your own after last night doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Well how about I call Robin? See if she wants to stay over?” Knowing damn well Robin wouldn’t be the person you were going to actually call. You could see the turmoil in your Dad’s eyes, you sigh hugging him round the middle.

“Dad please go fishing, I just need a girl’s night, ice cream, crying, watching Grease.” That did it, and you couldn’t help but smile as he tensed in your hold, your dad hated Grease.

“You sure sprout?” He asks, hands practically itching for the fishing pole.

“Positive.”

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You do feel a small twinge of guilt at your white lie as you wave your dad off, but it quickly evaporates into a strange sense of excitement and anticipation at the idea of having Eddie in your house. You rush to the phone in the kitchen, hopping up onto the counter as you listen to the rings, cord twirled tight about your hand.

“Hello?” A gruff much older voice than Eddie’s answers, this must be the illusive Wayne, or rather the Wayne you’ve been tactically avoiding.

“Oh - uh - hi Mr Munson, my name is Y/n, I’m a - friend of Eddie’s, is he around?” You don’t know why you’re stammering so much, although it might be because the inappropriate part of your brain is screaming ‘Hi Mr Munson, I’m booty calling your nephew, also we’ve banged on your couch - sorry.’

“You wanna speak to Eddie and you’re a girl?” He asks, sounding surprised and it throws you for a loop.

“Um - last time I checked, yes Sir.” You mumble, laughing awkwardly.

“You’re a girl and you’re calling for Eddie?” He clarifies again. “Alright - he’s outside, let me get him.”

The line goes silent for a moment but then you can hear Wayne call something out and Eddie’s voice getting closer.

“- jeez Wayne, why you gotta be so - Sweetheart?” He’s out of breath.

“Hi.” You say simply.

“You ok? You home? Are you safe?” He asks rapidly and you wonder if he’s been worrying about you all night, it made your heart do a funny flip.

“I’m fine Ed’s, I crashed at the airport and caught a flight out just before 4am, I got home about an hour ago.” You reassure him, hearing him exhale heavily.

“You had me so scared last night.” He mutters.

“Yeah, it was intense.” You agree, wiping your clammy palms on your jeans, now feeling nervous. “So, uh I was wondering and you can say no, but my dad has gone fishing for the weekend, did you maybe wanna come over and -” 

“- yes.” Eddie jumps in before you can finish. “Uh, sorry, yeah I’d love to come over, if that’s cool?”

“Yeah it’s cool.” You say smiling, swinging your legs slightly against the counter.

“What time do you want me?” He asks. A loaded question.

Whilst your urge to see Eddie is strong you look like shit, desperately needing to sleep, shower and get groceries.

“Dinnertime? Does six work?”

“It works, see you then princess.”

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You had briefly called Robin in between your nap and going to the store, filling her in on the events in Chicago, and that Eddie was coming round for the evening. But it seemed you weren’t the only one who went through some shit last night.

“-come again?” You ask, ears ringing slightly.

“Steve and Nancy had a big fight yesterday.” She sighs, and you can hear her pacing in the background.

“What about?” You ask, biting at your thumb.

“He didn’t really say, well more he wasn’t in a fit state to say, he was hammered by

the time I got to him. But if I deciphered his slurs correctly, Nancy had booked plane tickets to go and see Jonathon next weekend without telling Steve.”

“Shit.” You breathe, sitting down on your bed. “I mean maybe she just forgot to tell him?” You offer weakly.

“Doubtful. Either way it sounds like they both said some pretty hurtful things to each other, I think they might be on a break.” She says seriously.

You felt dizzy, you had left Hawkins for all of 24 hours, everything was bright and breezy, you came back and Steve and Nancy are on a break?

“So, Eddie was a lifeline yesterday huh?” She asks, snapping you back to the present.

“Yeah.” You say quietly, mind reeling. “He was really sweet.”

“What’s your plan for tonight?”

“Uh, spaghetti.” You mumble, shaking your head slightly to clear Steve’s image from your head.

“- and?” She presses.

“And spaghetti, Rob.” You laugh wryly.

“Well, whatever you crazy kids are calling it, be safe!” Robin teases, and you flush.

“Ok, bye, Robin, hanging up now!”

“No - wait! Call me tomor-” You put the phone down, running your hand across your face, Steve could be single. Could be, but his track record said otherwise, and his voice from last month was clear as a bell ‘-me and Nance, we always find our way back to each other. I can be myself around her, you know? No bullshit, it’s easy.’ 

“It’s a blip.” You mutter aloud. “Not worth thinking about.”

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You should have ordered pizza, good god why didn’t you just order pizza?! You had to go to three different grocery stores in order to get everything you needed for Bolognese, which took up an extra hour of your time. The tried and trusted recipe of your Nana’s inexplicably failing you after 9 years of flawless service, maybe she didn’t approve of your dinner guest. The pasta had clumped together in the water, leaving a stodgy mass, the sauce was weirdly acidic and salty having caught on the hob, and you’d slopped red wine down your white t-shirt when the cork shot out. At this rate the garlic bread would be the only thing edible.

Ding-dong.  The doorbell sounded more akin to a death knell.

You glance at yourself in the hallway mirror as you run for the door and groan, your hair frizzy from the cooking steam, face flushed, the large wine stain looking like you’d thrown up blood.

So why, when you open the door, is Eddie looking at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen?

“Hi.” He grins, leaning against the porch, he’s trying to affect a pose of nonchalance but you notice his left leg is bouncing slightly.

“Hi.” You say breathlessly, attempting to smooth down your hair. “Where’s your van?” You ask, peering past him to the empty driveway.

“Oh, I parked it up at Gareth’s, didn’t want your neighbours to give you a hard time, tell your dad or something.” He answers sheepishly.

“You didn’t have to, Mrs Roberts is blind as a bat.” You laugh, thumbing to the house on your right. “You wanna come in?” You ask, awkwardly jumping to one side, realizing you’re barring the doorway.

“Thanks.”

You watch him take in the lower part of the house from the hall, consciously slipping his battered Reeboks off onto the doormat, hanging his jacket up carefully on the coat hook.

“Nice place.” He says, smiling widely as he looks at a picture of you on the wall, taken when you were in kindergarten, bright yellow dress and bows in your pigtails to match. “Very cute.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, shoving him lightly, he catches your arm and brings you in for a bone breaking hug. You wrap your arms about him instinctively, his head pressing to the top of yours, rocking you slightly.

A lot of unsaid things pass through, it's a hug of comfort about what happened with your mom, it’s a hug of missing each other, it’s a hug that’s needed by both parties and you find yourself burrowing a little closer. He pulls back after a minute or so to look at you properly.

“You good?” He asks gently, thumbs rubbing across your cheeks.

“'M good.” You mumble, smiling softly. He leans down to kiss you when he stops just shy of your lips, to sniff the air.

“Do I smell burning?”

“SHIT!” You shout, pelting towards the kitchen, smoke billowing from the oven. You grab some mitts, and extract a heavily cremated loaf of garlic bread, coughing as you heave it into the sink.

“Aw honey, you baked.” Eddie croons, wrapping his arms about your waist from behind, you can feel his chest vibrating with barely held in chuckles.

“It’s a disaster.” You whine, leaning back into his embrace.

“What was it supposed to be?” He asks gingerly, lifting a saucepan lid to examine the spaghetti log.

“Spaghetti Bolognese.” You sigh.

“Well, points for effort princess.” He laughs openly, spinning you in his arms. “Do you have ramen noodles?”

You grab two packets of ramen from the pantry as Eddie pulls on an apron with a flourish tasting the sauce, wincing slightly. “You got any sugar?” He asks.

You dutifully pass him the sugar bag, watching as he eyeballs a small amount of sugar into the pan.

“My old man is a shitty person but he always knew how to make a mean pasta sauce.” He notices your curious expression, holding the spoon out to you, the sugar has managed to balance out the acidity and salt. 

“Salvageable.” You nod impressed.

Eddie dumps the dead spaghetti into the sink on top of the still smouldering bread, putting fresh water into the pan along with the ramen noodles as you pour the rest of the wine, handing him a glass.

“It’s supposed to have tasting notes of cherries, chocolate and cinnamon.” You read off the bottle label, sniffing yours.

“Tastes -” He takes a healthy gulp “-like wine, so - fucking gross.”

 You laugh, passing him the colander for the noodles, and grabbing some pasta bowls and cutlery.

It’s a sickeningly domesticated scene, the two of you sat at the breakfast bar, knee to knee, slurping away at the strange dish.

“Well sweetheart, we’ve managed to insult two great nations at the same time, cheers to Japan and Italy.” He grins lifting his glass of wine in a toast.

“Or we’ve created some kind of new fusion that will take the world by storm and we’ll be rich.” You counter argue.

“Oh yeah, this is some Michelin Man shit right here.” He says, taking another huge forkful.

“Michelin star.” You correct, laughing, feeling lighter than you have in hours.

You wash up the dishes together, Eddie constantly finding excuses to touch you, until you flick dishwater at him.

“Ah, now princess, play nice.” He warns, wiping his sudsy face with a smirk, pinching your side. You cup a large handful of bubbles, advancing on him menacingly.

“You wouldn’t.” He challenges, eyes narrowing.

“Try me Munson.” You dare.

“Truce?” He asks carefully, hands raised in peace.

You nod, letting him get close again before shoving your wet hand up his back.

“Oh you’ve done it now.” He laughs loudly, grabbing the dish cloth aiming a whip towards your ass.

“Eddie no!” You screech, rounding the breakfast bar, chucking an orange at his head.

“It’s war Y/n!” He yells, chasing you, you race out of the kitchen pounding up the stairs to your room, giggling wildly, you’re just in the door when he seizes you about the waist, lifting you off the floor.

“Ed’s put me down!” You gasp, laughing so hard it hurts your ribs.

He pretends to suplex you into the bed, but he’s gentle as he lowers you, protecting your head from the bounce hovering above you.

“Do you submit?” He asks breathlessly, hair mussed up, t-shirt slightly wet.

“Never.” You say defiantly, the effect somewhat lost as you trace your hands up his arms.

He presses his lips to yours, the last of your breath leaving you in a pleased gasp as he deepens the kiss, hands stroking idly up your slides and across your stomach.

“Missed you sweetheart.” He murmurs against your lips, your heart pounding like you’ve run up the stairs again. 

“Missed you too.” You mumble quietly, fingers scratching gently through his hair. “Wasn’t gone for that long though.” You remind him.

“Doesn’t matter, you weren’t close by, I didn’t like it.” He says, brown eyes staring intensely into yours, your mouth feels dry, filled with a jumble of words that don’t quite make it out. You settle for bringing him in for another kiss. Time seems to stand still, as you both lay there, absorbed in each other’s mouths, hands wandering, squeezing, stroking, until he suddenly stops a confused expression on his face.

“Ed’s?” You whisper, chest heaving.

“Who - do we have here?” He asks with a smirk, you feel your eyes widen in embarrassment as he extracts your childhood teddy bear from under your back, having forgotten to put him in the closet earlier. “This is a very respectable looking teddy bear princess, does he have a name?” He teases, making the bear wave.

You glare at him, making a snatch for it.

“His name is Bearington Bear the Third and he’s very old, so gimmie.” You pout, blushing.

“Bearington Bear the Third?” Eddie repeats with unbridled joy. “That is one hell of a name.” He laughs but relents in passing you the bear which you quickly kiss before unceremoniously throwing it across the room.

“That is no way to treat an elderly person.” Eddie gasps scandalized, you’re about to punch him when your phone rings making you jump, you roll away quickly grabbing the receiver.

  “Hello?”

“Hey kiddo, just thought I’d check in.” Your dad says, sounding very cheerful.

“Hey Dad, yeah everything’s all good here.” You say, trying to ignore Eddie who has decided to place kiss after kiss to the side of your neck. “Uh- how’s the fish?” You ask, elbowing him away but it just spurs him on, nipping at the soft skin.

“They’re biting pretty good, got a couple cooking up now. Gordon and Dale say hello.” You snag your lip on your teeth, as Eddie sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, attempting to lean away from his touch. “Sprout, you still there?” 

“Yeah I'm here dad, just uh - got distracted by the film.” You mumble shakily, a kiss pressed dangerously close to your mouth.

“That Travolta boy shaking his ass about again?” He asks with a laugh.

“Um - s-something like that.” You stammer, Eddie’s fingers splayed across your naval, threatening to move lower beneath the band of your leggings.

“Alright kiddo, I'll let you get back to it. Have a good night with Robin, love you.”

“Love you too Dad.” You slam the phone down as Eddie slips his fingers into your panties, lightly circling your clit.

“That was fucking mean Eddie.” You gasp, back arching into his chest. 

“Sorry baby, I just couldn’t help myself.” He groans, sinking a finger into your tight heat.

“Fuck.” You whimper, bringing an arm back to curl around his neck.

“This fucking pussy, jesus.” He growls next to your ear, nipping at your lobe, another finger pressing past the wetness gathered between your thighs.

He pulls you backwards so he’s resting against the headboard, your back pressed to his chest, legs cradling you as he pumps in and out, turning his head to kiss you, tongue fucking your mouth in the same rhythm. It’s maddening, his free hand cupping your breast, thumbing over the nipple, his hardness rutting against your spine.

“Ed’s.” You whine, hips rolling to meet his movements. 

“Let me get you there baby.” He huffs. “Wanna make you feel good.”

He slips from your cunt to rub rapidly at your swollen clit, the warmth moves slowly from your belly, washing across you in a gentle wave. You mewl into his mouth, Eddie swallowing every sound with his own.

He shifts out from under you, letting you fall back against the pillows, hands pulling at your leggings and panties, hooking your legs over his shoulders, tongue flicking straight at your sensitive bud. It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, wet, sinful, decadent. 

“Oh - god.” You stutter, hands gripping at hair.

“Feel good sweetheart?” He asks needlessly, fingers re-entering your cunt, crooking them to rub against the spongy spot that has you immediately cresting again, hips canting against his mouth.

“Eddie, fuck me please.” You beg.

“Your wish is my command.” He grins, stripping in record time, you pull your wine ruined top off, both of you bare and wanting. Eddie’s face falls suddenly.

“Shit! I forgot to bring condoms.” The poor boy looks devastated and you can’t help but giggle.

“Ed’s c’mere.” You beckon, he does as he’s told, crawling back between your plush thighs. “I’m on the pill, I have been for years.” You soothe, hands running over his back.

“You - you are?” He stammers, ears bright red and burning. “And you don’t mind me -” He trails off looking at you pointedly.  “ - I mean I'm clean, I've had the checks.”

“I’m clean too, and no I don’t mind.” You grin bashfully, he looks like a kid at Christmas.

“Oh holy shit this is hot.” He breathes, cock braced in his hand, sliding through your slick, you nod vigorously, the skin to skin feeling electrified.

He pushes in and you both gasp, you can feel every vein, bump and ridge as he drags along your walls. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so warm.” He moans, head dropping into your neck, kissing at your pulse point.

“Eddie.” Is all you can say like a record stuck on repeat, each thrust and snap intensified, the wet slapping of your bodies meeting in a delicious slide.

“Wanna ride you.” You murmur, sucking on his bottom lip.

“Jesus H Christ you’re gonna kill me.” He groans, rolling you both so you’re on top, you brace your hands on his chest, helping you to bounce, Eddie holds your hips so tightly you can feel bruises blooming and it sends you to dizzying heights.

“Baby, baby, baby.” He chants, grabbing the back of your hair, smashing your lips together, his hips pounding up into you. You rub at your clit, whimpering as the coil winds tighter and tighter.

“You gonna cum sweetheart?” He asks moving faster, and you can only nod, writhing on top as the band snaps.

“Oh god, I can feel you.” He whines, head pressed back as he ruts up harder. “Where - where can I cum princess?” He asks desperately, looking like he’s barely clinging onto sanity.

“Inside. Eddie, please cum inside me.” You cry, nails digging into his shoulders.

Eddie makes a choking noise, the veins in his neck strained tight, strong hands working your slick cunt over him continuously as he pumps into you. It sends you over for a fourth and final time, the warmth of him spilling out and around, both of you clinging to each other like life preservers.

“Sweetheart, I -” You wait for the rest of the sentence, heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears but he just gathers you impossibly tighter, pressing a hard burning kiss to your swollen lips. “ - I have a great time with you.” He breathes fiercely.

“I have a great time with you too, Eds.” You whisper, kissing him back.

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

Serve & Protect

Summary: You moved to the small quiet town of Hawkins after transferring from the NYPD and reunite with your old partner, Jim Hopper. However, Hawkins isn't as quiet as it seems, and your past follows you there.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Language, implied reference to past SA (not in detail just hinted at)

Previous Chapter

Chapter 2- can't outrun the past

The following morning, you slept straight through your alarm after sitting up awake most of the night thinking about that voice message.

How did Hank find your new number? How did he even know you moved to Hawkins in the first place?

There was no time to worry about that now. That was all a problem for later because you were running extremely late, and the Chief was meant to pick you up any minute.

You had the quickest shower of your life, the water barely turning warm before you were finished. You were changing into your uniform when Hopper honked the horn from out the front.

Grabbing your patrol bag and keys, you spared a glance at the voice machine before rushing out the front door and getting in the car. Hopper remained silent but raised his eyebrows as he looked you up and down.

You knew your hair was a mess, your shirt only half buttoned up, exposing your white tank top underneath and you hadn't even put on your duty belt yet, it was still in your bag.

"Whatever you're going to say don't." You said, glaring at him as Hopper raised his hands in defence.

You pulled down the sun visor and looked at yourself in the small mirror and yep, your hair was a mess. With a sigh, you buttoned up your shirt before you started doing your hair, running your fingers through it to get the knots out.

"You sleep through your alarm or something? I haven't seen you look so-"

"Choose your words carefully." You warned.

"I can't finish that sentence without you hitting me." He answered causing you to chuckle as he turned the car onto the road and began to drive, sparing a quick glance at you. "You okay though?"

"Yeah, just slept straight through my alarm because someone had me walking through pumpkin fields until midnight."

Hopper snorted softly, "who would do that? That's awful."

That had you laughing as you finished your hair but didn't get a chance to say anything before the car radio went off.

"Chief, you on channel?" Flo's voice called out.

You glanced over at Hopper just as he reached for the car radio, bringing it to his mouth.

"Affirmative. What you got?"

"Mrs. O'Neil keeps calling. Says her neighbours are playing loud music and won't turn it down."

You sighed, not wanting to deal with a stupid noise complaint at the moment. All you wanted to do was go back to the station and sleep behind your desk until the end of shift.

"Roger that. We'll make our way." Hopper replied, putting the radio down and turning the car around. "10 bucks says the music isn't even loud."

"I'll take that bet."

Before you knew it, you were climbing out the Chevy and walking up the driveway to the so called 'party house' but even before you reached the house, you could hear the music blasting from inside.

You glanced over at Hopper beside you with a grin, "I think you owe me 10 bucks.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's get this over with." He sighed as you stepped up to the front door and pressed the doorbell.

The two of you waited for nearly a minute before you pressed the doorbell again, but still no answer.

Hopper stepped forward and pounded his fist against the wooden door with a loud bang which seemed to do the trick because a few seconds later the door swung open, and the music got significantly louder.

Two men in their 20's answered the door, both with bottles of beer in their hands and their eyes widened a little when they realised it was the Police at their door.

Now the loud music this early made sense. These guys were probably still partying from last night and haven't gone to bed yet.

"Morning gentlemen. You know why we're here today?" You asked, glancing over their shoulders spotting a few others further in the house dancing and singing, completely oblivious to what was going on.

"Is our music too loud?" The taller one asked with a guilty expression.

"Only people on the other side of town can hear it. It's totally fine!" Hopper shouted above the music causing you to roll your eyes at his sarcasm.

"Sorry, Chief." They both said in sync before the shorter guy walked off and a few seconds later the volume got lowered and you could finally hear yourself think.

"Much better. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a good day and don't make us come back here." You warned, staring at the guy still in the doorway.

"Oh, hey sugar! I love a girl in uniform!" Another voice called out.

Your body tensed at the familiar nickname. A wave of terror washed over you before another man peaked his head around the corner and you instantly relaxed realising that it wasn't Hank.

Jesus, get a grip of yourself Y/N.

"Sorry, he's drunk. We'll keep it down." The main guy said, pushing his intoxicated friend away before closing the door.

With that, you and Hopper returned back to the vehicle, but you didn't miss Mrs. O'Neil peeking out from her curtain next door watching the whole thing.

You both ignored her, pretending that you didn't see her as you climbed into the car and drove off, not wanting to wait around in case Mrs. O'Neil decided to come outside to talk. You both knew that old lady could talk under water if she tried, and you were not in the mood to listen to that.

You sat in the passenger seat silently while Hopper tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the tune of American Pie that was playing softly through the radio in the background while you tried very hard to forget about that voice message, but after hearing that nickname... the same nickname Hank always used, you couldn't.

Hank said he would see you soon. What the hell did that even mean? Was he coming to Hawkins?

Oh, God, what if he came to Hawkins?

No.

He couldn't come to Hawkins. You couldn't see him again... you couldn't go through that again.

"You okay? You've been awfully quiet since we left that house." Hopper suddenly said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You lied, refusing to look at him because you knew he'd be able to detect the lie. He was freakishly good at that.

You could see Hopper staring at you out the corner of your eye and knew that he didn't believe you in the slightest, but to your relief he didn't try to push it and instead turned back towards the road and continued driving.

Your mind flashed back to the last time you saw Hank. The time the two of you had been alone at the station. Nobody was there to help you. Nobody was there to stop him.

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to forget that horrible, horrible memory. But flashes of that night kept washing over you, drowning you, and you couldn't breathe.

"Uh, H-Hopper... pull over." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You weren't sure if you were going to pass out or throw up, but you needed some air. You needed to get out the car.

"What? Why?" He asked, glancing over at you.

The look on your face must have been enough of an answer because before you could speak, he slammed on the brakes and pulled over on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?"

Ignoring his question, you fumbled for the door handle and practically fell out the car as you struggled to suck air into your lungs while trying to forget about everything, but you couldn't.

Hank had your phone number. He knew you were in Hawkins, and he was coming.

Hopper's car door clicked open, but you didn't look over at him as you started to pace up and back along the side of the car not knowing what else to do.

"You okay?" Hopper asked, a hint of concern lacing his voice.

"Yeah-yeah, totally. I, uh, I just need a minute." You stuttered, struggling to get your words out.

You could feel Hoppers eyes following you as you paced, but you refused to look back at him.

"Y/N, you're not okay. What's wrong?" He questioned, walking around the side of the car grabbing your shoulder, stopping you.

You flinched at his touch, and he instantly let go with a small frown because you had never flinched at his touch before, and you hated yourself for doing it now.

Hopper wasn't like him. Hopper was good. Hopper was safe. You were safe.

"I'm fine." You lied, giving him a smile that you knew didn't reach your eyes.

"You sure about that? Because you've turned very pale. You're not going to pass out on me, are you?" He asked sceptically, his hand still on your shoulder. "Do I need to call an ambulance?"

"No, it's fine. It's nothing." You said because the thought of telling Hopper the truth made you feel sick.

You didn't want him to know and there was no way you were telling him.

A wave of realisation washed over Hopper's face and a few painful seconds you thought he had somehow miraculously figured it out.

"Is it your time of the month? I remembered you used to get bad cramps back in New York."

You let out a shaky exhale of relief because he hadn't actually figured out the truth and you found yourself nodding to his question before thinking better of it.

Wait, he remembered that little detail?

"Why didn't you call in sick today?"

"If I called in sick every time I had bad cramps, well, I'd be out of sick days by the end of the month." You answered honestly for the first time.

"I can finish the rest of this shift alone. Why don't you go home?"

"No, no. I'll be fine." You insisted because the thought of going home and being alone with your thoughts sounded like your own personal hell.

Hopper stared at you for a moment, running his fingers through his hair before shaking his head, making up his mind about whatever he was thinking.

"How about you go back to the station and do paperwork instead? You can sit down and rest while working and frankly, you'd be doing me a favour. I got a lot of paper on my desk that needs to be done."

Oh, hell no.

Paperwork fucking sucked at the best of times. You didn't want to be sidelined to desk duty. But you knew you'd be more of a reliability than anything out in the field today. Your mind was elsewhere, and you couldn't risk making a mistake on duty.

"Chief? You there?" Flo's voice called out through the radio.

He sighed, reaching into the car to grab it, "yeah, I'm here."

"Oh, good. We got a domestic down on Cherry Lane."

"Anyone else available to take it?"

"Afraid not, Chief."

"Copy that, I'll be enroute soon." He answered, hanging the radio back on the hook before glancing over at you. "I'll drop you off at the station and then go deal with this."

"You don't need back up?" You asked, knowing domestics could vary from a simple family argument to full on domestic violence.

"Nah, we get weekly calls to that house by nosey neighbours. It's always nothing." He dismissed.

-

It shouldn't have been a surprise to find the office empty, Flo had said over the radio that nobody else was available to take the job, so Powell and Callahan must be out on a different job.

You went straight past your desk and stepped inside Hopper's office, closing the door behind you. There were stacks of paper and files on the floor beside his desk and you sighed before walking over and sitting down.

There was a small photo frame of his late daughter, Sara, sitting on his desk and you smiled sadly at the little blonde girl.

She had been a sweet kid, full of life and laughter. Whenever you were at their house that little girl became your shadow following you around everywhere. She adored you, and you adored her. Her death had been hard, but it had completely destroyed Hopper.

You were with him when he got the call from Diane that Sara didn't have long left and you had driven him straight to the hospital and was there when his daughters heart stopped beating.

Being a Police Officer, you had seen enough death to last a lifetime, but that... seeing that, it had been worse than anything you had ever witnessed.

You had never seen Hopper cry before, not even after all your time serving together in the force. He tried to be strong for his wife, holding her while she cried as the nurses pulled the blanket over their daughter's body. You waited outside, not wanting to get in the way and giving them some time alone, but then Hopper had rushed out the room a few minutes later without saying anything.

Diane was still crying by her daughter's bed, so you followed Hopper and found him sitting in the fire exit stairwell, his face buried in his hands and body trembling as he cried.

It had destroyed you, seeing Hopper like that and you had no idea what to do, so you simply sat down beside him and wrapped your arm around his shoulders. He leant into your side, his face still buried in his hands, and you held him while he broke down in your arms.

You felt tears rising in your eyes as you thought back to that horrible day and you looked away from the photo of Sara, trying not to think about it.

Nearly an hour went by before Powell and Callahan returned. Their loud voices boomed through the station, announcing their presence.

You tried your best to ignore them, not realising how loud the two of them got when they thought nobody else was in the office as they ranted about their personal lives and issues. Callahan was bitching about his cousin the most because she apparently borrowed his truck and returned it with a flat tire and no gas.

It was quite amusing listening to them rant to each other while you busied yourself with paperwork. It was a good distraction from Hank, so you weren't complaining.

"And then she tried to blame it on- Oh, hey, afternoon, Chief!" Callahan's voice shouted, his bitching coming to a quick stop.

A few seconds later, the office door opened, and Hopper stepped inside placing a plastic bag on the desk in front of you.

"Got you a few things. How are you feeling?"

You frowned in confusion and looked inside the bag and your eyes widened when you saw what was inside. There was ibuprofen, a box of tampons, a packet of pads and a few different chocolate bars. He bought all that for you?

Guilt washed over you as you stared down at the items hating that you had lied to him about this, but also knowing full well that you weren't going to admit the real reason for your freakout earlier.

"I didn't know what you liked so I got a few options."

"Hop..." You trailed off and looked up at him, utterly speechless. "You-you didn't have to do all this."

He shrugged his shoulders, "well, I did owe you 10 dollars from earlier."

"This is more than ten dollars' worth of stuff."

"Think of it as a thank you for doing my paperwork."

"How did you even know to get all this?" You asked, looking down at the items in the bag, still shocked he bought them for you.

"Sara was starting to get to that age, so I learnt as much as I could. Borrowed books about it from the damn library and everything so I'd be prepared to help her... just never got the chance."

You looked back over at him to find Hopper staring down at the photo frame of Sara with a sad look in his eye that made your heart shatter.

"She would've really appreciated it." You said softly as he looked back over at you, and you smiled sadly at him. "She was lucky to have you as a father."

"Hey, uh, Y/N? You haven't been here this whole time, have you?" Callahan's voice suddenly asked.

You looked past Hopper to find the other officer standing in the doorway with a sheepish expression.

"Yes. Yes, I have."

"So, when we were being loud and talking..." He trailed off and you smirked.

"Heard every word. Yes."

Callahan sighed, "brilliant. Do me a favour and forget everything you heard me saying."

"Already forgotten." You replied and he gave you a small thankful nod before walking back out the office.

"Hey, guys. How'd you go last night at the other pumpkin farm?" Hopper quickly questioned, following Callahan out the office.

You finished filling out the last lot of paperwork before grabbing one of the chocolate bars and joining the guys out in the main room to find Hopper drawing on a map.

"And we found some more by Gilbert's farm." Powell said as Hopper marked it on the map with a pen.

"Some real nasty stuff. It was sticky." Callahan informed.

"Alright. Where else?" Hopper asked, glancing over at the two of them, but Powell shook his head.

"That was it, Chief."

"That was it, or did you get tired of looking?"

"It was getting dark."

"They're called flashlights, you dipshits." Hopper responded, turning back to the map on the wall and studying the marks he just put.

"Oh, okay. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Callahan replied.

"Yeah, because we were up until midnight doing our job while you bozos went home." You shot back causing him to glare at you.

Callahan didn't get a chance to say anything in response to that because Hopper suddenly yanked the map from the wall and pushed them both to the side and laid the map down on the desk.

You watched in confusion as he began to draw circles on the map, linking up all the rotten pumpkins and trees before he stood back with an unreadable look on his face.

"What is it?" You asked, looking at the map trying to see what he was seeing.

"I gotta go." He muttered, folding up the map and grabbing his hat off the rack not waiting for a response before he marched across the station and kicked the door open with his boot.

"Why's he gotta kick the door?" Callaham mumbled watching the Chief walk off before he glanced over at you. "Any idea what that was about?"

"Not a damn clue."

Whatever Hopper was up to… you had a bad feeling about it.

-

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1~ What quality do you value most highly in others?

Definitely stuff like emotional intelligence and warmth because I struggle with this stuff myself. I have a very hard time connecting with people on that level and when I see someone do it so effortlessly (and genuinely), I'm always really impressed.

2~ Are you more aggressive or mellow?

Mellow. I'm very conflict-avoidant.

3~ Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you?

My parents, surely.

4~ Do you take any vitamins or medication?

Not really regularly, no.

5~ Do you want to grow old with someone?

Yes, with my best friend. I want us to stay like this forever. I don't care about growing old with a partner though, I don't think such a thing is for me at all.

6~ Do you treat others better or worse than yourself and why?

I think I treat others better because I'm one hell of a people pleaser sometimes, always worried that others might drop me if I don't try my best. But I can't technically drop myself, so...

7~ What sound is annoying you right now?

Nothing's really annoying me right now.

8~ Where was your last vacation to?

Transylvania, Dracula's castle.

9~ Where was your last car ride to?

To a restaurant earlier in the afternoon, we went for a family lunch.

10~ Where did you last walk to?

Uhh, upstairs to my bedroom.

11~ What gives you a peaceful feeling?

Driving down an empty straight road at night when there are barely any cars and no people on the streets. Only me, my music, and city lights.

12~ Are you a light sleeper?

So-so, it used to be worse.

13~ When you sleep next to someone who usually falls asleep first?

Usually the other person does, just because it takes me forever to fall asleep unless I'm really exhausted.

14~ How many people have a piece of your heart?

I don't know, a couple.

15~ What do your salt and pepper shakers look like?

We don't keep salt and pepper in shakers.

16~ When was the last time you hurt yourself?

I don’t remember.

**continued from who knows when :D**

17~ Would you rather live in the city, suburbs or the country?

I'm a city person, or at the very least suburbs. I grew up in a small town and can't imagine ever returning to one for good--not while I'm young anyway. There's really nothing to do there and every day looks exactly the same. I need some vibrancy, some activity, otherwise I feel like I'm suffocating.

18~ Have you ever built something?

Yes, houses in Sims.

19~ Are you more of a maker and giver, or a taker and user?

A little bit of both, I think.

20~ Do you take naps?

Not normally, unless I pull an all-nighter. I function on very few hours of sleep without much difficulty.

21~ Do you buy holiday gifts early or at the last minute?

Lol I never do anything early, it's something I've been struggling for years. Everything's always last minute.

22~ Do you laugh when there is no joke and dance when there is no music?

I'm sure it has happened before?

23~ If someone else were to describe you what would you hope they would say?

That I'm a meaningful person in their life who is fun and easy to talk to. I never feel like any of this is true, so of course, it would be nice to hear it from someone else. I might not really believe it, but still.

24~ What is the dirtiest habit you can think of?

Hmmmmmm nothing comes to mind right now.

25~ Do you ever need ‘quiet time’?

Yeah, and I get plenty of it, working from home and all. Thing is, I need quiet time for myself, which is something I haven't had much of lately. Like, it's quiet, but there's always 50 billion things to do. I hate adulthood ;-;

26~ Do you think it is harder for a parent to outlive their child or for the child to outlive their parent?

Probably the former, though I feel a pit in my stomach whenever I imagine my parents not being around.

27~ What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift?

Well I have been to flea markets before, but tbh I don't remember at all.

28~ What is one selfish thing you tend to do?

Eat the entire chocolate instead of leaving half for my sister when she's not at home.

29~ What kinds of people do you find intimidating?

Tbh, no one in particular. Like, people who really have their shit together can be a little unsettling, but then again, I probably come across like that to some people too and that's not the case at all.

30~ Out of everyone you know who has the most unique personality?

Chris hands down. I like to befriend unconventional people, but Chris is just, I don't know where to begin to describe his personality. Sometimes it feels like he genuinely just came to visit from Mars.

31~ When do you do your best thinking?

In the shower. Running water of any kind inspires me.

32~ What was a choice that you didn’t want to make but you had to?

Well, shutting out a certain someone from my life. It was a very hard choice at the time, but yeah, I had to.

33~ Have you ever written a letter to a soldier?

I don't know any soldiers.

34~ What does your favorite coffee mug look like?

Umm, it's black with some orange Halloween motif.

35~ What age do you think it is most difficult to be?

Well I haven't lived through all the ages yet, so it may be a little hard to tell, but so far teen years and mid-to-late twenties take the cake.

36~ Do you think you could handle a day in jail?

Yeah, it's a day. Even if it's absolutely dreadful, I could handle it.

37~ Who is the most overbearing person you know?

I'm actually not sure.

38~ Have you ever been on a trampoline?

Yup, not too long ago either.

39~ What do you use batteries for the most often?

Remotes.

40~ Would you prefer to wrap your own presents or have them all gift wrapped?

I like wrapping presents (tho we don't usually wrap them here anyway), but if there were many, I'd have them wrapped. I'm really slow with arts and crafts.

#personal #surveys

[taiscerayne2426]

MEDICAL ISSUES AHEAD

I'm not asking for money, just need to get some things off my chest

So back in October of 2022, I started having extreme heart palpitations, randomly and seemingly without any provocation. I could be sitting, walking, laughing, eating, even sleeping and my heart would just pound upwards of 130 bpm for 10, 20 minutes at a time. I'd struggle to breathe, fight passing out, and try to stay upright.

As these episodes got more and more frequent and severe, my partner insisted I go into the ER. I didn't have a primary Dr at the time, so I didn't have anyone else to go to. The ER ran a bunch of tests, found nothing at all wrong, and sent me home with a heart monitor.

I met with a cardiologist, and I'll be honest he was by far one of the worst doctors I've ever seen. He dismissed everything I said, belittled my experience, diagnosed me with POTTS, then sent me home on what he said was a beta-blocker to slow down my heart. Fine. Not great, but fine. Until I get to the pharmacy and they say "This isn't a beta-blocker, this is an anti-depressant. I wonder why he told you that?" Never saw that cardiologist again.

Fast-forward to December 2022. My job has let me go because I'm barely able to hold myself upright and can pass out at any time so I'm not medically cleared to drive. My partner is burning both ends of the candle trying to keep me safe and manage his college classes. We're struggling to survive off one income in the city.

My episodes get rapidly worse, then slowly start tapering off until they're only happening once a day. Then it's once a week, but the worst it'd been thus far. Then, for no discernable reason, they stop in February 2023.

I was overjoyed. Finally, FINALLY I could get back to life. We moved to a new town, a smaller quieter place with cheaper rent and less violence. I got a new job nannying two amazing kids and babysitting a third once a week. My partner and I both continued college. Everything was going so, so well.

They came back. About 4 weeks ago, beginning of June 2023. It was slow at first but it's getting worse and worse.

And it's fucking scary, dude. I find myself physically incapable of taking a breath for so long that I sob when it finally comes. It's like everything in my body just. freezes. goes stiff. I can't feel anything, I can't move anything. I can barely signal my partner so he notices. We can't find anything that helps.

I'm not able to drive anymore. I can barely support myself to move from the bed to my desk. I pass out if I stand in the kitchen too long pondering what to eat. I'm on a cane now, for the first time. It helps a bit, makes me feel a bit less useless.

I'm barely eating. Don't have an appetite. I've lost more weight in the last few weeks than I want to admit, and I was already dangerously underweight.

The scariest part, though, is that I can feel myself fighting to hold on every time I have an attack. I fight so fucking hard to stay, because I can FEEL that if I lose consciousness, I'm gone. And it's getting harder and harder to fight. Don't misunderstand, I have no desire to die. I'm fighting for a reason after all. I'm just getting weaker, and it's getting more and more difficult.

I let my PCP know that bit today. She won't see it til she's in the office next, but until this new heart monitor comes off on Monday they won't be able to give me any answers anyway. 2 more weeks. Just 2 more weeks til I hopefully get some results. Because if I don't, I'm... gods. I'm fucking scared.

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[certified-sane]

What my wife sees: The hipster restaurant gave us scrambled instead of over easy and forgot our potatoes in our take out. Nbd.

What I see: (deep breath)

The roasted potatoes at this restaurant take 20 minutes to cook because they always come out after our food when we eat in. Scrambled eggs cook faster than over easy eggs. They said the food would be ready in 15 minutes. The food was ready in 10 minutes.

It's Labor Day and busy and we're take out. So they know that we will not know anything is wrong until we are home. I've worked in a lot of commercial kitchens since 1996. I know that in these situations, staff will cut corners on a take out ticket as a choice so that they can catch up with the dine in tickets. Best case scenario, you catch up on tickets. Worst case scenario, you just make the order right when they complain so you successfully delayed it to a time you are less busy.

Now I've been hyping this dish up to my wife for a week. So I take a picture and I go back.

Hostess: What can I help you with?

Me: What kind of eggs come on the Spaniflora avocado toast?

Hostess: Overea... What kind did you order?

Me: They come with overeasy. I've had them hear before.

Hostess: Well they come however you ordered them.

Me: But I ordered them with you personally 10 minutes ago. I didn't change them. And I didn't get the potatoes we talked about.

Hostess: (calls over very tall male waiter) The Spaniflora avocado toast doesn't come with roasted potatoes, does it?

Waiter: It, uh... No. No it doesn't.

Me: But she said they did. I didn't even ask for them. She told me it came with it and I paid and picked up and took them home and they weren't there.

Waiter: It. Doesn't. Come. With. Potatoes.

Me: It's on the menu that it does.

Waiter: Look, I can get some potatoes. That isn't a problem.

Me: Ok, I need the Spaniflora avocado toast remade with the right eggs.

Waiter: They weren't over easy?

Waitress: (turns and walks away quickly)

Me: No, they were scrambled.

Waiter: Okay. I'll have that right out to you.

Me: (waits 2 minutes)

Manager: Sorry about that. Here you go. (Leaves tied bag)

Me: Hold up. Let me check. ... There's just an over easy egg in a box in here.

Manager: What was it supposed to be?

Me: Spaniflora avocado toast with over easy egg and potatoes.

Manager: No problem. Miscommunication.

Me: (waits 2 minutes)

Manager: Here you go. Sorry about that.

Me: Thanks! (peek in box, see toast)

Then I go home and there's still no potatoes.

So that's the worst case scenario for the average person right? It's done even if you are the pickiest person. Maybe you go back and ask for the potatoes again.

Here's where I go from picky to mentally ill.

I'm stressed because this restaurant I love, I now realize will not be here in 10 years. Not because of some vague entitlement. If it was some delusion I could just go back on lithium.

See, this was the first hipster restaurant in my tiny rural town. A few more hipster places opened afterward in the same downtown area. At the same time South Korea struck a deal with the county for drone factories on our West border but had to produce a ton of infrastructure. On the North border a similar situation happened with Disney and Florida Health. South can't be developed. East is undeveloped. That's why I bought here. 5 years ago I saw this coming before everyone else. I'm making money hand over fist while everyone is telling me I'm wrong and can't be making money on investments.

The only people besides me that see all these angles is the local politicians and the real estate investors and they are working together to drive out existing businesses, buy the property, put fake businesses in to hold the spot, and improving the infrastructure to sell at a profit in five or ten years. We have a downtown business on main street that is just teenager with a PlayStation renting out playtime on it after they drove out the only fabric shop in a rural town.

So I see all these angles and I know it's a matter of time before they come after this restaurant I like due to its location but no one will believe me no matter how many times it happens in front of them. At the moment, it's very busy. Just like all the food businesses one block away we're before the city tore up their road for a two week project 18 months ago, putting them all out of business so they could be bought cheaply.

So I'm all alone seeing it's a matter of time before the city and investors tear up the road in front of my favorite restaurant and the restaurant will be forced to depend on long term loyalty to stay profitable and not be replaced by a fake business. But the staff all the way up to the manager is making choices for short term fixes at the expense of long term loyalty. 1 bad experience negates 9 good ones. But this second, that's a good tradeoff for them. In five years, they'll be dependent on long term loyalty but it will be too late then to build it when you have to walk two blocks through construction to get to the door like the previous businesses.

So again, my wife sees scrambled eggs instead of over easy and they forgot the potatoes.

I see ten years of change.

We are both looking at the same to go container.

[sammy-gvf]

We get along (for the most part)

Chapter 2 

OC X Lee Bodecker

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Warnings- a little angst and cursing. 

Plot- The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we?

Word count : 2,705

MINORS DNI! THIS STORY WILL EVENTUALLY GET 18+. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. I DO NOT FEEL LIKE GETTING IN TROUBLE FOR YOU BEING STUPID. THANKS. 

 CHAPTER ONE IS PINNED ON MY PROFILE!

Sunday morning.

Slowly, I woke from my slumber hoping that I slept through church. Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps coming towards my door tells me differently. Knocking at the door, I hear a quiet voice come through the crack of my door.

“Maggy, are you up? Mamas goin have a fit if you aint up for church.” 

That's my brother John, he is always there to wake me up on sundays. He enjoys going to church. I’m not really into it, i usually try to go back to sleep but my parents barely ever let me sleep through church, small town equals gossip. No matter what you do, someone is always talking about you. Sat the wrong way? Gossiped about. Sneezed during church? Gossiped about. Literally anything you do is talked about among the town residents. I was the talk of the town when I was in high school, everyone knew I was sneakin around with Arvin. No one  liked it obviously, bein called every name in the book. I didn't care clearly, it didn't bother me or Arvin. 

I groan and slowly get out of bed, stretching and looking out of my window. It's a beautiful sunny day in Knockemstiff, I never thought I would ever describe this run down town like that, it's quite beautiful here though. Open fields for miles, I could see why no one would want to leave. I mean in old age, you could just do anything with your land and live off it. 

Getting up, I feel my feet hit the cold wood floor of my room. Everyday, I hope I don't get a splinter from the floor so I wear slippers throughout the house. I head to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My hair is disheveled and almost out of the bun that I had it in the night before, my eyebrows are out of place and the bags underneath my eyes are prominent. I sigh and splash some cold water on my warm face. I grab my toothbrush and go for it, spitting out the toothpaste and flashing my teeth in the mirror to make sure I didn't miss a spot. 

I heard my parents and brother moving around pretty quickly so I looked at the clock near my bed. It's 9:30 am, church starts in about 20 minutes and it takes 10 to get there. Quickly, I put my hair in a low bun, slapped on some powder and a plain lip color, a rose color to compliment my fair skin. Hopping around, I grab a plain flowy blue dress that goes up to about the middle of my thigh and a pair of white keds, quick and simple. 

I step out of my room and grab my clutch so I have something to hold while in church, I usually can't keep my hands still. I shut the door behind me and head out to the living room to see everyone quickly eating some toast off their plates in the kitchen, I hop over and steal a piece of toast and bacon off Johns plate and then we are out the door. 

Hopping in my dads truck, the ride there is quiet. We don't talk much in my family, only at dinner once and a while and sometimes when my father drinks. Which is only when he is done work on Fridays. I make sure I'm out of the house on fridays, he never stops talking when he is drinking. My parents and I have never been that close really, kind of an unspoken family thing. Mother stays quiet and does her motherly duties as us women are expected to do once we pop out a few puppies. I refuse to be like that. 

The ride to church is scenic,open fields for miles and so many animals to look at. I enjoy the breeze coming through my hair but I just wish it was from me driving my car out somewhere I have never been. Like maybe California, it's probably beautiful. I have never been to a beach, as a matter of fact I've never been out of Knockemstiff before. I envy everyone who leaves this place and never comes back. As soon as I can get out of here, I will. I swear on everything I love. 

The car stops and I get out, my feet hitting the dirt road below me. My keds are gonna need a cleaning after this. Stepping around the car, I separate from my family and hop around the back of the church to smoke a quick cig before I go through the church doors to act like I'm holy for 2 hours. 

Stepping to the left side of the church, I put my clutch on a bush and grabbed a cigarette from the pack stuffed in my bag. Quickly I light it and suck on it as quickly as I possibly can to just get a moment to myself. Looking out into the distance, I always forget that the cemetery is this close to the church. Graves for as far as the eyes can see. That distracted me to the point where I forgot how quick I was smoking and ended up inhaling too much smoke at one time, leading me to cough quite loud. I throw the cigarette on the floor below my foot and crush it quickly. 

I hear an oh so familiar voice in the distance as I finish my coughing fit. 

“ Ms. Lane, what a pleasure to see you on this fine sunday.” He says, walking towards me with his fingers hooked around the belt loops of his pants.

Same uniform everyday, never fails.

“Say, what are you doin here behind the church all by your lonesome? “ Lee says as he stands next to me, I can smell the tobacco and mint on him the same as I did last night. I look over at Lee with an exhausted look on my face from the coughing fit I just had.

Lee looks down at the ground and a grin forms on his face, sneaky bastard never misses a beat. 

“Ms.Lane-” Lee begins to say and I stop him

“Please, for the love of christ call me Maggy. I am not 16 anymore, Lee.” You say as you start to walk past him. He grabs your arm and stops you. 

“Maggy Lane, just know I know about your little reputation.” Lee says as he still has you by the arm, kind of digging his nails into your soft skin as you try to pull away a bit.

“As a matter of fact, I was there when you began your little shenanigans. Be careful of how you talk to your sheriff, little lady.” You look at him in disgust as he tries to intimidate you. 

“ Also, I told you those cigarettes was bad news, you're lucky I don't stop on over and talk to your pop about your little habit.” Lee says with a smirk on his face. You finally wiggle out of his grip, your arm dropping to your side with crescent shaped marks on your arm. You rub the spots where Lee's fingers were just digging into your upper arm.

Looking up at him, he tips his hat at you and starts to walk away. You spit on the ground near his feet and he turns around on his feet, quick. 

“ I hope you know you're a prick, Bodecker.” You spit out at him. 

Immediately, you are backed up against the wood boards of the church, both of Lee's arms on either side of your head. Your heart is racing and your breath is hitching. You're frozen. 

“Listen to me, you little bitch.” Lee inches closer to your face, your noses almost touching. You turn your head to the side hoping that he won't really notice but he grabs your face and holds it so you are looking him directly in the eyes.

“Your little mouth will get you in trouble, especially with me.” Your breath hitches as he gets closer. Your heart could explode. You were terrified. 

“ Lee, church is starting. We better get in there before we miss anything” A voice in the distance yells. 

 Instantly, Lee lets you go and strides back to the unknown voice. 

You stand there with a shocked look on your face, as if you had just seen the devil up close. You were frozen in your current position but as soon as people started going in the building you sank to your feet and sat there for a minute breathing heavily. You fixed yourself up and stood outside the door of the old church, taking a deep breath before going in and finding your seat next to your family. 

 Church dragged on and on, I felt like I was going to fall asleep. A screaming preacher, so many people in such a small space. Half way through, I got up to go to the bathroom and caught Lee staring at me and he gave me a small smirk. Creep.

Stepping into the bathroom, I look at my face in the mirror. It's still slightly red from where Lee had his disgusting hand around my chin. I pushed on the spot and it felt like it was going to bruise. 

“ Fuck” I whispered to myself as I turned my head side to side to look at the red around my lips and on my chin. This is for sure going to bruise. 

I splash some water on my face to refresh myself and then I step out of the bathroom to bump into something in front of me. 

“Shit, I am so sorry” You say as you back up into the oak door and look at the person in front of you. 

“ Oh, no worries hun.” the woman in front of you says. 

You look at her quickly as you step aside, sticking out your hand and you say “I don't think I have met you before, I’m Maggy Lane.” 

She sticks out her hand and shakes yours firmly, she is a very pretty woman with short brown curly hair. 

Thin and very well put together, can't be more than 25 years old. 

“ It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Ruth Har- I mean Bodecker.” She says smiling as she pulls her hand back from the handshake and puts it back on her clutch bag. 

“You the sheriff's wife?” you say as you cock your head to the side questioningly. 

“Yes, I am.” she smiles, “ We've been married now for about a year, a very fine man he is.” She says as she steps aside to talk to you for a minute before she steps into the bathroom.

You were shocked, Lee actually was married? He was such an asshole, you didn't think anyone would want him. As you had said the previous night, you would tell his wife if he had called you another pet name but she looks so sweet. He doesn't deserve her. You had just said that assumin he even had a woman at home. 

“ Thats nice, say you ain't from around here, are ya?” You say in a little southern drawl, she aint from these parts. You can tell by the way she says certain words. 

“ No darlin, i'm from Tennessee.” she smiled “Met Lee out there while I was workin in a bar.” she blushed a bit.

“ Huh, well look at that.” you say as you cross your arms and lean against the doorframe of the bathroom. “ Lee does get out of town then.”

She chuckles and you look at the time, church is going to be over soon.

“ Well, it was very nice meeting you, Mrs.Bodecker.” You say as you turn your back and start walking towards the stairs to go back to the chapel area. 

“ You too, darlin.” She says waving at you. 

“ See you around” You say as you head back up the stairs. 

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Chapter 2 already? I’m crankin shit out lol 

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[stonertransdad]

Life Update since I hadn't been on here in forever

The pandemic was/is wild! Lockdowns started literally around the time we were going to the fertility specialist to get her pregnant. I lost my job to COVID in March shortly before we did the procedure, but we decided there's never really a good time to have a kid. Why not during a global pandemic when one of us in unemployed? (BTW, I don't recommend having a kid during a pandemic. Not being able to go to all of the appointments and having to sit in the parking lot was brutal.)

Let's talk about May friends...it was rough. (TW for mention of suicide btw. I'll post a gif where it's safe to start again if you wanna skip over it.)

So May 1st is the anniversary of my father's suicide. It had been 4 years. I found his body and since he wasn't married, I had to handle his affairs and arrange his funeral. May 1st, 2020 my wife and I had a Zoom game night with our friends and I got drunk because everyone was drinking (except my wife because she was pregnant). After our game night at like 2am, I had a psychotic break. I threatened to kill myself numerous times. My wife tried to talk me down, but eventually called the cops to take me. I thank her for that because looking back, that was the moment I knew something needed to change. I was convinced the cops were gonna kill me because I'm a trans dude in rural West Texas. I legit took the phone out of my wife's hand, hung up on 911, and yeeted her phone across the backyard and tried to hop the fence. Eventually the cops came and talked me down. They took me to the hospital an hour away in handcuffs (for their protection I did nothing wrong). They took me to the religious hospital that I was born in. So when they looked up my info by my name and date of birth from my driver's license (I only changed my middle name) literally all my paperwork and my bracelet had my deadname and wrong gender despite all of my legal stuff saying male with my new middle name. I mentioned it to them and they didn't care. They misgendered me the entire time I was there. I had hit my head hella hard on the bath tub when my wife was trying to snap me out of it, did the hospital even check me for concussion? Nope. I had punched so many things and my hand and wrist were swollen and discolored. Did they check out my hand and wrist? Nope. I was there for over 10 hours before I was able to convince them I was okay and that it was just the alcohol. Did I mention during that 10 hours I was literally out in the hall on a gurney with no mask and this was when COVID was running rampant in Texas (the first time)? I heard people die that night. I had nothing to distract me because they took away all of my personal items and clothes. My wife picked me up and we went home and I have been sober ever since. It's not the first psychotic break I've had with alcohol in my system. Alcohol just doesn't agree with me, but I'm finding new things to replace it with.

TW has been lifted...it's safe now.

A couple of weeks after that I began teletherapy because I had been on the same mood stabilizer and anti-depressant for almost a decade. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense that I felt like it hadn't been working for at least a year. This is a reminder to check in with your doctor if you feel like your meds aren't working. You may just need a different dose or a new med. There's no shame in that. I bounced around on various medications trying to find the right combo, some side effects scarier than others, but we got there. Before this, I had been diagnosed with ADHD, Major Depressive Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. My therapist threw out my Borderline diagnosis and said it was CPTSD instead, which made sense.

Fast forward to December because my wife was pregnant, I was unemployed still, and we did absolutely fuck-all because the global panini was still raging.

Our son was born on December 3, 2020. He weighed 5lbs 9oz and scared the ever loving shit out of us. He wasn't breathing when he was born so they called NICU in ASAP. I'm freaking out because I can hear and see what's going on while my wife was asking if he was okay as they put her guts back in place to sew her up. 5 or so minutes pass and a nurse asks if I want her to take some pictures. I'm like is he okay, he still hasn't cried. She's like "oh yeah, he's chillin." This goon was being held by a nurse and was just looking around not crying or anything. Chillest baby ever (he still is btw). I held him next to my wife's head until it was time to go back to the room. Little dude did have to spend 4 nights in the NICU because he couldn't keep his sugars or temperature regulated, but he was healthy otherwise. He's now 4 months old and is starting to sit up on his own a little bit and he's OBSESSED with standing. He's still a little guy, but very healthy and growing like a weed. He saves my life daily.

So after being unemployed for over 9 months, I started a new job working in a call center. I absolutely hate talking on the phone. It gives me anxiety and throws me into panic attacks, but I had been putting out hundreds of job applications since I lost my last job and this was the first offer I got. I wasn't really in a position to turn it down since my unemployment had ran out 2 months prior. It was 2 months of training, then we'd be on our own. I got thru the training and thought I could handle it...until they started putting us on live calls with someone helping us if we got stuck. My mental health hit the lowest point it had in a few years and my wife was terrified she was going to lose me. She convinced me to quit on February 28th (not because I didn't want to, but because I'm a stubborn ass who felt guilty). My meds got tweaked a little bit more dosage wise during this mess.

Starting about mid-February, I was experiencing severe shakiness, tremors, and spasms. I've always been a shaky person and never really thought too much about it, but at some points I could barely feed myself, or get a drink, or hold my son. On March 7th, I tried to make an appointment with my doctor about the weird symptoms I was experiencing, but she was out of town and her next opening wasn't until the 31st. My body said that won't work and my wife rushed me to the ER on the 9th...I had begun having seizures that day. I had no previous history of seizures. Got to the ER and had a seizure literally as I was walking thru the door, so they rushed me straight back. They took some blood and that was literally it. No MRI. No CT. They pumped me full of Ativan and said it was just a panic attack and to go home and chill.

Spoiler Alert: It wasn't just anxiety. I was having 20+ seizures a day. On the 10th, my wife rushed me to a different hospital...the good hospital over an hour away. First we had to drop off our gremlin with my mom to make things a little easier. Yet again, I had a seizure as I walked in the door and was taken back immediately. I don't really remember much because they kept pumping me full of Ativan and morphine because I had been in excruciating pain from the number of seizures I'd had. I do remember them doing a CT pretty quickly after I got there. Then they weren't happy with the results of the CT, so they took me to get an MRI, which showed possible signs of Multiple Sclerosis (but I didn't find that out until AFTER the notes showed up in my patient portal after being home a few days, so I raised hell...more on that later.) They did a 24 hour EEG on me and it showed nothing abnormal. Also, EEG glue is a bitch on your hair and scalp. After looking at everything and given my previous mental health history, they diagnosed me with Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures, or PNES. It is a subset of Functional Neurologic Disorder, or FND. I couldn't walk well anymore and had to use a walker when I was discharged. I was in the hospital for 3 days.

When I had my follow-up appointment on the 23rd, I asked why the possibility of MS was never mentioned to me since it was very clearly in the notes. The doctor didn't have an explanation. He called in a referral to neurology so I could get a 2nd MRI to confirm MS and marked it as high priority. He also didn't take my pain seriously. My pain levels had been at a 5 or higher every single minute since they took me off of the morphine in the hospital. He told me to keep taking prescription strength doses of ibuprofen and Tylenol, which I had been. I let him know I had been and it didn't even take the edge off the pain. He ignored me. Leading up to this appointment, I had also added urinary incontinence to my growing list of symptoms and was forced to wear diapers so I didn't have to do laundry all the time. The doctor also took me off my ADHD meds because they were lowering my seizure threshold. He also took me off of my sleeping meds and nightmare meds for the same reason I'm assuming.

I kept my appointment on the 31st with my primary doctor because she's been my doctor for 5 years now and I knew she'd take my pain seriously. She did. She immediately wrote me prescriptions for a muscle relaxer and Tylenol 4. She also told me that my referral had been rejected by neuro. She said my case wasn't a good one for what she called a "wallet biopsy" and the doctors in neurology could be real assholes. She immediately sent the referral to other locations to get an approval. I am still waiting on that despite it being marked as high priority. She wrote me a prescription for a wheelchair because we both agreed my wheelchair was not enough for particular days.

Yesterday my wheelchair was finally ready for pickup, so my wife drove me to go get it. I'm still unable to drive due to my seizures and my tremors and twitches as it's predominantly in my legs and arms. I am an ambulatory wheelchair user now. Some days I can go short distances without my walker, some days I can't go without my walker, some days I can't even get out of bed, and some days I will be using my wheelchair. Don't judge a book by its cover, not all disabilities are visible. I have managed to keep my daily seizure count down in single digits and have even had a few seizure free days. They are still incredibly taxing on my body. I feel like I can't ever replenish my spoons fast enough to keep up with anything in my life.

So all in all, life has been chaotic. We are moving from Texas to New Mexico in the next few weeks, which should be interesting considering I can't overdo it without throwing myself into seizures. We will be closer to my mother-in-law so she can help us with our son and I can start resting a bit more on the more difficult days. Being a stay-at-home dad with an invisible illness has been one of the most challenging things I've done in my life, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

Sorry this is so long. I just wanted to update my followers since it's been over a year since I posted before a few days ago.

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[every-jai]

Catching a Storm

Hi Guys! Finally Jai's new movie "Storm boy" has hit the cinemas! I have'nt seen it yet, but i've read the original story. Instantly it inspirated me for this fanfiction. I alternated a few things for the sake of the story, but i hope you still like it! As every writer i really appreciate feedback, so if you like, you can write me something! Now enjoy!

After a nearly 10 hour ride, I left the bus, and carefully I put my Luggage down and took a look around: So this was the famous ninety-mile-beach. It was just beautiful out here at the Coorong. I walked the short distance to the little town named Goolwa where I had rented a small room.

Softly I knocked on the door in front of me. Just a minute later, an elderly Lady opened up. "Yes?" I smiled at her friendly." I'm sorry Ma'am, is this Shore Drive 125?" She nodded "Great, then you must be Miss Barnaby! My name is (Y/N), I've rented your spare room." Her face lightened up. "Oh yes, the teacher! Come in, love, come in! I'm so glad you're finally here." I took my luggage up again and followed her inside. She seemed to be around 80, and for that, she was very fast while going up the stairs. "This is your room, the bath is on the left. Break­fast is every morning at six, Dinner at five p.m., and I wait for no one! On weekends breakfast is at 10 o'clock. Oh, and this is an honorable house, so no men are allowed in your room. Sundays you accompany me to church. If you are going by these rules, we will be friends in no time!" I grinned. A real old-school Lady that she was. The rules were no problem for me, I was an early riser, tried to be on point always and had currently no interest in men. "The room is wonderful, Mrs. Barnaby, and I can assure you, that there will be no problems with me." she smiled at me wisely "Good. Now I'll let you sort your things and get a rest. I'll see you tomorrow." Before she got out of my door, she turned to me and smiled." I'm glad that you are here. The boy needs a gentle hand.... and maybe the father too." She was gone before I could say anything in return.

I sat down on the little desk in my room, took out the small Manila folder I had about said Boy and started to read:

Name: Michael Kingley

Born: March 16th, 1953

Parents: Tom Kingsley, fisherman

Jane Kingsley, seamstress, deceased

His father hides them on the Beach 20 miles from here since his wife and daughter died in an accident 6 years ago. He refused to send the boy to school, only occasionally coming to this town. The national child service became aware of the situation but declined to take away the child from his father due to the circumstances... at least for now. So I was sent down here.

Just graduated with a bachelor in teaching a few months ago, this was my first job. I was eager to teach the boy everything I could. How was the saying? If the Prophet can't come to the mountain, the mountain has to go to the prophet. And damn, this prophet wasn't easy to reach! I had to drive with the Bus for 30 minutes down the shore, then another 20 minutes with my bike to there little Shack. Tomorrow Mr. Wilbur, the town's Mayor would go with me to show me the way. I've asked my­self if his father would let me teach him. He hid for a reason, and I was an outsider. But I was determined to do my first job right, I would teach that boy, one way or another!

7 o'clock sharp the next morning, Mr. Wilbur waited for me at the front door. He greeted me friendly, and we started our way. It wasn't as bad as I thought, just at lousy weather it might be a problem. Soon we spotted the little hut made of tin and old wood. Mr. Willbur sighed and told me, that Mr. Kingley wasn't very fond of visitors so he would take his leave now. He wished me luck, and suddenly I was on my own. I took a deep breath and knocked on the crocked door. A little boy with unruly blond hair opened the door just a bit. I smiled at him friendly "Hello, my name is (Y/N), you must be Mike?" shyly he looked at me "My Dad says I'm not allowed to talk to strangers." "And he's very right! Can I speak to him instead?" He pointed to the beach "Daddy is down there, repairing the net. But he doesn't like people" I still smiled at him. "That's ok, I just want to have a little chat with him. See you later Michael."

Down at the beach, I found his father quickly. When he saw me, his mood darkens instantly. "What do you want? I have no business with you!" Mr. Kingley turned around and got back to his nets. I stepped forward. "I know Sir, and I respect that... "He interrupted me "If you did, you would have already left!" I sighed, "Mr. Kingley, I'm here on behalf of your Son. I'm a teacher." Again he in­terrupted me "We don't need a teacher, I can show him everything he needs to know!" I sighed "I know you are, I'm just here to make sure he is up to par with the other kids his age." Now he became really agitated "I told you, we don't need your help. So I would appreciate it if you would leave my ground. NOW!" I instantly know that there was no sense in talking to him at this moment. So I said goodbye and left back to Goolwa.

Back in my room I slumped down on my Bed and rubbed my eyes. This would be a hell of a ride if Mr. Kingley would stay stubborn like this.

When I arrived at the hut next morning, I saw Mr. Kingley's boat laid still on the beach, so he seemed to be at home. I braced myself, set my spine straight and knocked on the door. Maybe he just had a bad day yesterday.

I know I was wrong the Moment the door opened. The angry eyes of Mr. Kingley focused on me "What do you want? Didn't I tell you to fuck off yesterday?" I brushed my wind-struck coat down and smiled at him "Sir, I'm here because of the National Child Service...." "I DON 'T CARE!" He screamed and nearly slammed the door into my face. I crunched my teeth, that's exactly what I was afraid of. But this woman was no one that gives up easily. Sitting down on the porch, I took out my schedule and started to write on it.

10 Minutes later Mr. Kingley came out, the little Boy in tow. I stood up. "Why are you so stubborn? Don't you want a better life for your son?" He looked at me angrily. "We have a good life! We don't need anyone, especially not a nosy young wannabe, who's trying to tell me how to live my life!" The boy clung to his father's leg, too afraid to even talk to me. Mr. Kingsley turned around and both left for the boat.

The next two weeks were pretty much the same. I arrived in the morning at their hut, he left with his son soon after, totally ignoring me. But I was persistent, determined not to screw up my first job. A few hours later he would return, going back into the Shack without even looking at me.

But one day, suddenly everything started to change. The weather was starting to get very bad, but it didn't stop me from coming to the beach. I sat down on my usual spot, looking at the shore. The wind blew hard in my face, and the rain soon soaked me to the bones. Shivering I hold on to my bag, I wouldn't let the weather beat me down, no way!

From time to time I saw the curtains on the win­dow moving as if someone was looking out. He was stubborn, and so was I! Approximately half an hour later the door opened. Mr. Kingley grabbed my Arm, yanked me to my feet and dragged me inside. "Do you have a death wish woman?" He snarled into my face and placed me in front of a small fireplace. After draping a blanket over my shoulders, he left to another room. I used the time to let my eyes wander around the hut.

The main room had a small kitchen site, a table with two chairs, and a bench and a rocking chair in front of the fireplace. One door on the left and one on the right seemed to lead to the bedrooms. Just now I saw that one of the doors was open a bit and Mike peeked thru it. I smiled at him, but he closed the door instantly. Dragging the blanket closer around me, I went back to the fireplace.

Suddenly a door beside me slammed shut, and Mr. Kingley was back. "Take your clothes off!" I whipped my head to him in shock "Ex... excuse me?" He still stared at me. "I said, take your clothes off, you're catching a cold if you stay in your wet ones. I may not want you here, but I don't want to be responsible for your death either." In his hands he holds something. "The Bathroom is right there." He pointed to a door beside the fireplace. "You can wear this while your clothes are drying." Mr. Kingsley shoved the dress in my hands, and I walked to the said room.

The Bathroom was small but with an oven-heated tub. A water pump beside the hand basin was the only source for water. I took a towel from the rack and started undressing. The dress Mr. Kingley gave me was a bit small, but it would do for now.

Back at the main room, he had lit the fireplace up more. He eyed me with a wired look on his face when he saw me. "Sit down" He grunted. The fire was nice, and I felt my body getting warmer finally. A few minutes later Mr. Kingley gave me a cup with a steaming beverage. I thanked him and took the warm liquid to my lips. It burned down my throat, and I started to cough. Mr. Kingley chuckled. "Tea with a good shot of rum. Warms you internally" I nodded

thankfully 15 Minutes I felt a lot better. My host seems to prepare Lunch in the meanwhile. It looked like he was relatively relaxed, so I tried my luck again. "Sir, why are you so much against my help? I want nothing more than to teach your son." He slammed his hands on the counter. "I told you before, Miss, we don't want, and we don't need your help!" He looked angry at me and called his son "Michael, its time for Lunch!"

Mr. Kingley sats down in front of me on the other side of the table and started eating. Just a minute later Mike came out of his room and shyly took a seat beside his father. Soon his curiosity gets the better of him, and he crocked his head to the side. "Who are you?" His father scowled at him. "We don't need to know that, boy. The Lady will leave us soon." I decided that I would ignore his words this time and smiled. "Hi, my name is Miss (Y/N), I'm a teacher." His face lit up "0h, like in a school? I've read about that..." "Michael Kingley" his father roared and stood up. "I told you, we don't need, and we certainly don't want her help."

Now I was fed up too. I stood up straight. "Mr. Kingley, I'm not here because I want to, I'm here because of the NCS has an eye on you! I don't want you to lose the boy. Gimme a chance, I promise to interfere as less as possible" The once fuming father calmed down immediately when I talked about taking his child away. "You... you can't take him!" he gasped. I looked at him softly "No, but the NCS can, and I don't want that. Please, Sir, just four hours a day!" He blinked at me irritated "Oh, are we negotiating now? Ok, two hours!" I smiled and shook my head "Four!" "Not happening. Two and a half" I chuckled "I need one hour to come here, and one to get back again. This is too short. I can't train him properly in that short time!" He gritted his teeth "Three hours and not a second more! You bring all the material. And if you interfere with his chores, you will do them! You will be here every morning at seven sharp! Five minutes late, and there will be no class for the day. Did I make myself clear?" I grunted "crystal clear." Three hours later, my clothes where finally dry again. I changed back and let the dress run through my hands. Did it belong to Mr.Kingley's late wife? I left it in the bathroom. Mr. Kingley and the little boy stood beside the door when I was ready to leave. I gave the dress to the still slightly growling father. "Thank you, Mr. Kingley, for your hospitality, I really appreciate it." Then I looked at the boy. "And we will see each other tomorrow, young man!" He smiled at me big time, "I can't wait!" When I left the shack, the weather was slightly better than before. On my way back to my bike I suddenly saw an Aboriginal coming up from the dunes. He greeted me friendly "A good day Miss! Thank god the weather has become slightly better, right?" I nodded at him smiling "Yeah, I wouldn't know what to do if not" He crocked his head. "You are the teacher right?" I was stunned "How did you know?" I asked, and he chuckled "Tom told me about you. He was pretty angry about your arrival." I sighed "Believe me, I want nothing wrong from him...." the stopped me, holding his hands up. "I know Miss, I know. And I'm really glad, that are you here actually. Come with me, I'll tell you something...." One hour later, Bill had told me everything. How Mr. Kingley's wife and daughter had died in an accident, that the driver -probably drunk- has fled the site of the crash and couldn't be found and the police refused to search any longer after a year. Mr. Kingley was so angry, so disappointed, that he took his little 4-year-old son and left Adelaide "...till now, he has taught his son himself, and I know for sure he could do it further, but....." he hesitated a second and sighed. "My people believe that only a mother... a woman can teach life to a child. His father can show him to hunt, to fish, to provide for himself but not the emotional, the caring side of life." Bill looked at me nearly pleadingly. "The boy needs a womanly hand. Tom loves his son, no doubt, but he has so much to deal with that Mike sometimes comes a little short!"

My head was so spinning from all the Information as I was given. This was probably a much more difficult case than i thought. Bill smiled "Now, I let you go as your way, Miss. It was a pleasure to meet you" I smiled back and headed home. I laid awake most of the night and thought about what the Aboriginal man had told me. Then and there I decided not only to be a teacher for Mike but a friend as well!

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[vttmax]

This is part of a storie im writing

Ok so my sister say to do a day in the life of roberto with this new holo band.

a holo band is a super high tech arm computer on your wrist it can make calls,film video ,stream video, and he'll even search the web. It is super cool there's only like 5 in existants and i'm beta testing mine for neko.

Any ways so day in the life of Roberto got it. Ps . staying at aunty raiyu house as sis out of town on doctor business

Wake up at 5 am

Meh time for breakfast do i want toast and eggs? seems like everyone asleep means i'm gonna have to cook or i could eat the leftover dinner for breakfast . ya 5 am going to eat left overs takes 10 minutes to eat 2 steaks now time to shower seems like envy and kaneki are up if the sound i hear from the bedroom is what i think it is. Ah bathroom was free so time to shower got to get clean be back after i'm done.

Takes 30 minutes to shower. Time to sneak off to my room i move through the hallway like a semi stealthy bull. Ah here lets see what i have for cloths hm…. Seems i need to do laundry again…. Got two black socks some sweat pants that are black those are clean

Now for the hard part got to put this binder on.. That's a goddamn struggle every morning to put this on when i shouldn't need one add to the fact this ones home made with a shit ton of hole probably should just get a new one. now what to wear for a shirt here's one …. Sniff… ew not that one smells like josip cheap cheap cologne. This one will do ahh got lucky getting this from vinnie and jackie. Throw that on with some deodorant. Now to put on my shoes simple black shoes that cost me 10 bucks. And the final touch my skull jacket the very first gift from neko to replace the one mariea gave me that go torn to shreds when i lived with victor. That whole process took me 20 minutes and i still got to brush this fucking hair ….. Agh i hate having horns and brushing my hair around them it's a pain in the fucking ass to get knots out .

great now it's 6 am every ones getting up and running leat got to pack my bag for school. Lets see what do i have for subject today.. English, geography,health/demonic studies,gym,math,biology,study.. Long ass day 5 minutes to pack bag and that morning now got 30 minutes to myself check if my headphones are on and jam out till we leave..

Ah it's 6:30am time to run down 70 flights of stairs to get to the taxi for 7 am or i could take the elevator yup taking the elevator.in the taxi joe's a great guy been driving me and the other kids to school for few months now. i tip him ten bucks when ever i got extra cash. i know mom says not to give so much but for an immigrant that's enough.

At the school get there with 15 minutes before it starts got english first.. Agh i hate that class as i'm stuck between rich boy joshives ass and his valley girl reject of a sister mary. The i've got jameson behind me all he ever does is make fun of me over stupid shit .. like my horns the color of my hair says i look like the gothic rejection of a demon spawn and that some one should learn to exorcise me . little does he know who my real family is then there's my saving grace in front of me. Roxxi she not afraid of anyone she once dislocated jameson's shoulder after he stuck gum in my hair for the third time. Ah shit roxie here say something cool don't sound like an idiot now she staring at me oh shit just realized i've been saying all that out loud…. Your weird roberto… i like weird.

Oh shit she likes weird what does that even mean ah panic mode

Ah shut up demon now give me the homework … no tits mine you should have done... agh why does your neanderthalic brain always resort to punching . ah class is starting.. 45 minutes learning how to read when i already know how to read. Dammit ms.howey can't you make english you know less boring. well at least it gave me time to learn to levitate my book.. And throwe thing with my mind. Teach that neanderthal.

Second period is geography of the world i love this class the teacher mr.o'brien is a great teacher at 46 years old he's been all over the world . today we're learning about sandira and the the animals that live there. Sometimes i dream of taking an air ship and flying it to the other parts of the world's. The i also think that requires me to leave my room.

Third period gym ah the mandatory class that everyone hates except bone heads who like grueling physical labor. Ms.poppie is one of those gym teachers who so preppy and upbeat in attitude butt she talks to us like we're in the third grade. Any ways here comes my most dreaded class as now i have to get into gym clothes with out the other students knowing i wear a binder. Ms poppie knows about my problem but she say she can't show any favoritism so i'm forced to change in the male locker rooms with the others. This is going to be fun as i get changed that the easy part i just run to a bathroom stall and change in there .. easy right wrong as while i'm changed i have to get out without the other boys knowing or they will ask all those questions that i hate and this binder is really uncomfortable under a baggy t shirt for gym and baggy sweat pants. Sitting on the bleachers as she explains we will be doing mandatory physical exams like u know run a mile pacer those test i hate them where all the other boys exsell i fail horribly. I'm not strong so pushups sit ups and lifting weights are out . and last time i did the pacer and mile i passed out as running in a binder make it hard to breath. Lack of oxygen generally makes u pass out so this will be fun. At least envy's in this class. 45 minutes and me being sent to the nurse means i'm done with gym. Why did i get sent will remember the lack of oxygen ya one of the girls found me passed out i'll half to talk to her as she dragged me to the nurse thank u hailee. You saved me she this gothic girl whose merida's friend she really smart and has a job can u belive it she works a normal jo.

After third period it's lunch. I st alone and eat my food off in the corner as to avoid attention. After lunch is the most embarrassing class of the day

Health class the teacher is none other than one

ms.Nova suneko nightmare my mother father damit omnibuses are weird. All gose well as mom tries to keep class incontrol while discussing how lust demons feed off lust and desires and in some special cases how much they feed can affect how they grow.

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The Purchasing Power of Pizza

""With oil at $75 a barrel, that works out to about 10 pizzas. It makes no difference to sellers what kind of money you use to pay for the oil, as long as they can exchange it for 10 pizzas."

 By Volkmar Guido Hable

- I am really, really getting scared here. I don't know what scares me most: the Federal Reserve increasing Total Fed Credit (which is the legendary "money from thin air" that banks use to make credit, which gets borrowed, which turns it into money, which increases the money supply, which makes prices go up) by another $5.9 billion, or that the national debt has suddenly, inexplicably, declined by a lot. Weird! In fact, the national debt has literally collapsed $58 billion in less than two weeks! Unprecedented!

I have decided that I don't care which one scares me the most, as either of them is enough to give me the Screaming Mogambo Willies (SMW), and now all I care about is getting my fat, frantic fanny out to the Mogambo Bunker Of Safety (MBOS) in hopes of saving myself. And yes, it is too bad about the wife and kids, but they can't say I never warned them about dawdling. Locked safely inside, I have time to ponder that the Fed increasing Total Fed Credit is easily explainable: the Federal Reserve wants to create more money, which drives down interest rates. That's all those buttheads ever do. 

But, it is the drop in the national debt, on the other hand, that has turned my eyes into mere slits of suspicion and panic. My brain swirls as I ponder the Mogambo Question Of The Day (MQOTD): "If debt is going down while spending is going up, then where in the hell is all of the money coming from?" This is too, too, too, too weird for me!

This is about as weird as this week's installment of One Interesting Mogambo Statistic (OIMS), which is that savings and other deposits at the banks are on track to register what looks to be their biggest (by far) one-month gain in history: up $125 billion in the last three weeks! Wowee!  One huge whopping percent of total United States Gross Domestic Product has appeared, like magic, as savings and "other deposits" in the banks! In one month! Like I said, weird!

- I got a real laugh out of the headline from the Associated Press that read: "The Battle Over the Blame for Gas Prices." Hahaha! The article figures that it is either greedy oil sellers or gluttonous buyers - or, as others say, Congress. And while all these people are all guilty to one huge degree or another, everybody entirely misses the point, which is that while Americans might enjoy getting dollars in exchange for goods and services, the people of the oil-exporting countries do not want dollars, euros, yuan, or any other money. They want their own money, doofus.

But what all these groups of people have is common is that they all want to be paid in their own units of purchasing power. With oil at $75 a barrel, that works out to about 10 pizzas. It makes no difference to sellers what kind of money you use to pay for the oil, as long as they can exchange it for 10 pizzas. Preferably, they would like to be paid in units of purchasing power that gain in purchasing power, so that tomorrow they can buy eleven pizzas for a barrel of oil. And if not gain, then at least not lose purchasing power, and tomorrow only be able to buy six pizzas!

Unfortunately, the dollar is not a currency that is going to gain in purchasing power. It is, on the other hand, one of those currencies that will be losing purchasing power. So, everybody, including foreign oil exporters, has to charge a higher price for oil just to make up the losses in purchasing power they will suffer until they can actually get around to spending the damned dollars on pizzas!

And, it is going to get worse, much worse, as you can readily conclude from Chuck Butler at his famous Daily Pfennig site, who reports that at the latest G-7 meeting (representatives of the seven or so biggest economies in the world), they announced that they all decided "it was 'critical' for the Asian currencies to let their currencies rise versus the dollar. I would not be surprised if China started spending its dollar reserves on all the crude oil supplies they can purchase - at any price. What will be more valuable to their economy next year, 75 U.S. dollars or a barrel of oil?" In short, will seven pizzas be more valuable than six pizzas, next year? 

As we now see, class, there are other reasons for rising gasoline prices, and one important one was found on WorldNewsTrust.org. It read that the ministers of the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries said, "Soaring commodity and raw material prices are increasing the cost of oil and gas projects by up to three times. Qatari Oil Minister Abdullah al Attiyah said: 'Our costs have tripled from two years ago, due to high (commodity) prices. And it's not just that, it is also contractors who have tripled their prices.'" I laugh! Doubled costs and tripled prices? Hahahaha! They themselves must laugh uproariously when they hear that our government always says that there is no inflation! Hahahaha! 

So, the next time you are watching in horror as that gasoline pump is sucking the money out of your wallet ("sluuuurrrrp!") and you wonder why gasoline costs so much, don't be like me and get mad, go running up to the clerk, calling him a cheating, thieving little over-charging bastard from hell. Experience has shown that it won't help. 

And anyway, it usually turns out that the kid had nothing to do with the price of gas, but instead the price of gasoline is up because the purchasing power of the dollar fell! And, the dollar fell in purchasing power thanks to the horrid Federal Reserve, which has been creating excess money and credit with their every waking moment since the dreadful moment when that hideous creature of fraud and corruption was created in 1913, which was (as Mogambo musicologists know) the inspiration behind the classic Mogambo reggae tune: "The Fed'ral Reserve Be Killin' Me Money, Mon!" This song contains the immortal line: "Based on lies, and founded on the sly, based on lies and founded on the sly in 1913, mon, me money goin' down, mon, me money goin' down!"

- I confidently predict that the gross domestic product report, due to be released Wednesday, is going to show a nice big increase in GDP, and everyone will rejoice and celebrate by buying stocks, houses, bonds or something. 

To this I say "Hahaha!" The way it works is this: suppose GDP of Mogambo Land last year was 100 widgets produced, and sold at a buck apiece. Total Mogambo Land GDP=$100.

Now this year, the economy consisted of 90 widgets produced, yet sold at $1.20 each.  Nominal GDP would show an increase to $108, which sounds good to those who do not have Mogambo-Sharpened Economic Senses (MSES), and those who do laugh as one, "Hahaha!"

Normally (back when the government was not filled with loathsome liars and cheats because the newspapers didn't let them get away with it), total revenues ($108) would be properly discounted by the inflation in prices (20%), which is the loss of purchasing power of the dollar, and thus the real, inflation-adjusted change in prices (20%) exactly matched inflation. So, real GDP = 90, which is 90 widgets produced and sold for one dollar's worth of buying power each. So, GDP is actually down by 10% (only 90 widgets produced)!

If you can get away with lying about inflation, and fraudulently say that inflation was zero, then you can "prove" that GDP did, indeed, increase by eight percent, when in actuality it declined by 10%! Hahaha! 

And, they can legally say that inflation is zero because of the fraud and fiction of hedonic statistical smoothing: if beef doubles in price, but chicken doesn't, the government figures that you will buy less beef (zero) and more chicken (100%), thus spending the same amount of money. Therefore, you suffered no inflation! Hahaha!

Welcome to the shabby underside of the banking system, which created its own rules to create the recent invention of hedonic statistics, of which this is only one - one! - of many despicable lies concocted by the horrid Michael Boskin, a smug big-shot university-professor consultant who, I guess, agreed to take the rap for creating the monster when the people finally revolted, and the despicable Alan Greenspan, former chairman of the Federal Reserve (1987-2006) who actually did it to us - and we never even got kissed.

- If you want to know why the future of gold promises much, much, much higher prices than is even justified by the low (and falling) worth of the ridiculous dollar, here is a little something to chew on. Sent to me by my buddy Phil, it is a very interesting article from the Globe and Mail, entitled "It's a Gold Rush." It is written by somebody named Tavia Grant, whom I assume is a female of the species.   

In it, Tavia reports that gold and silver are suddenly very popular in Canada, especially Alberta. Why Alberta? I have no idea, although I once knew a girl named Alberta. She had these really huge boobies and was real popular, too, but I don't know if there is a connection.

But, if I can distract you from thinking about Alberta for a minute, I will direct your attention to the part where she says, "While Albertans may be the biggest buyers of gold and silver these days, interest is growing across the country." Further, she found that dealers in gold and silver say, "silver demand is particularly strong," which oddly corresponds with the recent rise in price, as you would expect, because for prices to go up, there have to be more buyers than sellers. And here they, as she reports, are!

And it is not just Canada, either! Kenneth Y. in Tokyo writes that he sometimes visits bullion/coin dealers in the area called Ginza, which he translates as meaning "Silver-Mint." Anyway, he reports that one of the biggest bullion shops, called Ginza Tanaka,  "stopped selling silver (until further notice). They said they were out of stock! So, no silver in silver-town from the silver shop, since opening in 1892!" I shake my head in disbelief! The store is out of silver for the first time in 114 years? Yow!

And if you want to speak of gold (and who doesn't?), the Telegraph.co.uk reports that gold fever is spreading, and "even pension funds are buying." Wow! Talk about huge potential demand!  

The article goes on to report, "GMFS, the precious metals consultancy, has suggested that gold could surpass $850 a Troy ounce this year." This year? Instantly, I try to check the calendar, but I don't seem to have one handy, so I yell out, "Hey, somebody! What is the date of today?" In unison, they yell back, "It's the day you ought to die, you horrible man, and set us all free to finally be happy!" I ignore them, as that is almost the same stupid answer they always give, although usually in response to my asking, "Hey! What time is it?" 

But I don't need a calendar to see that gold rising from $630 to $850 in two-thirds of a year is a big, big juicy gain. Especially when added to the 20% gain we've already had in gold since January 1, 2006! 

- We continually seek out responsible, authoritative sources of news and opinion, one after another, until we finally get to the bottom of the news barrel. Among the dregs, we find The Mogambo Daily Economic Rag, the nation's only authoritative news source for the Gold-Bug, Second-Amendment Gun-Nut, Paranoid And Scared Majority Of Real Americans. In this week's scary issue, we learn that the real reason gold and commodities will zoom, zoom, zoom is that we have got to have a bubble in something, and pretty damned soon, too, if we are to survive as an economy!  

You are correctly thinking, "That Mogambo is a big idiot! Who 'needs' a bubble? They always end badly!" As correct as you are, I shake my head and figure that you are stoned out of your freaking brain, because you are obviously living in some happy dream world where Congress and the Federal Reserve are honest, decent people who would not even dream of creating bubbles in something and unleashing all that future suffering and misery.  

But trust me, my Delightful Mogambo Darlings (DMD), when I say that creating a bubble in something is all they are dreaming about right now! And, it is what they are working to arrange this very minute! I laugh with the hysterical dementia of the damned and say, "Welcome to the hell of a fiat-money economy!"

So who "needs" a bubble? Well, for one, all the folks now six years closer to retirement than they were six years ago after all their retirement dreams went down in flames when the stock markets took a big dive. Their desperation swept them, and others, into trying to make up for lost time by getting deep into debt to get into this real estate thing, but -  horror of horrors - now IT is starting to collapse, too, taking away people's retirement dreams, again! Damn!

Now all of those people are even further behind the eight ball! And since stocks are already still hovering near their highs in terms of overvaluation with an SP500 P/E of almost 20 and paying squat for dividends, there is not a whole lot of reason to expect a new bubble in stocks. 

Also, since bonds are selling at prices far higher than they should be, too - causing bond yields to fall to (unbelievably) less than the rate of inflation  (and a lot les than that, net of inflation and taxes!) - a new bubble in bonds is also pretty unlikely. 

Houses? Well, obviously you just got here from Mars, or you are not paying attention. I just got through saying that the housing bubble is what is busting now! And so, to look for long-term higher-and-higher housing prices, in a sudden resumption of the massive housing bubble, seems to require a big stretch of credulity.

"And worse yet," I cry out, my voice piteously breaking from sorrow and anger, the cinematic tension crackling like static electricity in the air, "all the umpteen trillions of dollars in new debt that was used to finance all of that real estate bubble, the stock market bubble, and the bond bubble is still outstanding and payable! Now it is all reduced in value, thanks to the fall in the dollar and the attendant rise in interest rates, which is all now losing money for the lenders! Gaaaah!  

Even more horrifying, most of that huge towering mountain of debt was securitized and sold to some sucker. "Who?" you ask? It's us! A lot of pension funds and investment funds and shares of Fannie Mae! Double gaaaaah!" 

So, what are these sad-sack, desperate people going to do? What can they do to desperately try and finally rescue themselves, and all the other new people looking at their own retirements, at the same time as they are seeing all of this? Ergo, we have to have another bubble in something to keep us from collapsing under the debt! The question that springs ("boooiinnnnng!") immediately to mind is, "If the bubble is not commodities (like gold), then what? What else is so historically undervalued that it has lots and lots of room on the upside for a big ol' booming bubble, and is also so big that it can absorb all of that money escaping from stocks, bonds, and houses?" But, as usual, being the last one to know, I see that the inflation in commodities has already started! Looking at the Economist magazine and their "Commodity Price Index," the year-over-year gain in the category of "All-Items" is up 24.7%, while "Food" is up 6%, "All Industrials" is up 46.4%, "Non-Food Agriculturals" is up 14.9% and "Metals" is up a staggering 62.4%! In one year! If that ain't price inflation, then what in the hell is it?

Higher prices are already affecting spending, as I infer from Adrian VanEck, at the Money Forecast Letter, who reports, "American personal consumption expenditures on durable goods peaked early last August and at last report were down at an annual rate of $100 Billion." -The wild, recent sell-off in silver was probably caused by the announcement that margins were being raised on silver contracts for future delivery, effectively raising the cost of the silver future. Nobody wants to pay more money for something they already own, especially in response to a nasty phone call from the broker who demanded that I get my Nasty Mogambo Butt (NMB) down there pronto and deposit a lot more cash to meet the new margin requirement. He sounded real snotty when he pointedly reminded me that he said "cash," which meant that I had better not try to pass another of my Rubber Mogambo Checks (RMC), like I don't know what the word "cash" means or something. So, in response, everybody said, "Sell, you nasty, greedy bastard!" and the price of silver, of course, tumbled since demand tumbled.

But, everybody forgets that the price of silver has about doubled in the last year, but the margin requirement did not rise to meet the new, higher price of silver. And so, those old low margins were very low as a percentage of price, and were way overdue to be raised to normal levels. The old margin requirements were becoming, in essence, a free gift to the investor.

The lesson is not that the markets are full of crooked bastards, but that absolutely nothing has changed concerning the current Mogambo Certified Rating (MCR) of Uber-Bullish about silver, except for the justified increased cost to the people who want to borrow money to make bets on the coming meteoric rise in silver, using the futures market to leverage, leverage, leverage.

This makes the price of silver go up, which validates my point: buy silver bullion, and lots of it.

- Several readers have challenged me to explain how the gold lease rates can manipulate the price of gold up and down. I smile, as nothing could be easier, my precious Mogambo grasshoppers! And, there is nothing I like better than something that is "easy," unless it is something that is tasty. And so, pizza delivery gets very, very high marks for being both easy and tasty.  

So, I smile beatifically and rub my fat little tummy in satisfaction, which is, even as we speak, growling for more pizza or fewer donuts.

Nevertheless, I say, "Hear me now, my quizzical ones! First, tell me all the ways - all the sleazy, slimy, slippery ways that you can manipulate markets when you control everything and have the Federal Reserve, a supplier of seemingly endless amounts of gold at very cheap rates, as a willing co-conspirator. There must be a zillion ways right there! Hahaha!"

My laughter ringing hollowly in their ears, I ruthlessly went on, "And on top of that, tell me more ways to make a profit by insiders manipulating the gold market if they are also free to use any combination of leased gold bullion, market-provided gold bullion, custodial gold, certificate gold, gold mining shares, mutual fund's gold shares, warrants, futures, options, private contracts, promissory notes, poker chips and side bets! Hahaha!   That ought to be good for a few gazillion ways to profit right there! And then, tell me all the more ways you can profit from manipulating the gold market if you can also take a short position in any or all of those things, too! Hahaha! And then, as if that is not enough, tell me all the additional ways to make a profit manipulating a market when the money to finance all of this insanity is provided by Japan and their zero-interest-rate policy!"

I dramatically pause to let my words sink in - ruined by an inadvertent big, burping belch ("Burrrrrp!). Hurriedly, I exclaim a little too loudly, "Tell me these things, my Young Mogambo Larvae (YML), and I will tell you exactly how it is done!"

I look over the crowd assembled at my feet and glare purposefully at the ones nearest my feet who are harshing my buzz by loudly complaining about the smell. Then, I smile and say, "All you really need to know, my Greedy Little Ones (GLOs), to make a whole gigantic humongous ton of money with gold, is to buy it when you see that the price is held down by these manipulations! Huge multiples of the total existing global supply of gold is now mere paper, traded as if it were gold, which it ain't, and probably never was. By now, the only thing that flimsy promissory note has in connection to gold is some words on paper or a computer disk somewhere. It will end badly for them. And, it won't be long in coming."

Amid cries of "Prove it, mighty Mogambo!" and "Show us the proof, idiot Mogambo!" and "Stop trying to peek up my skirt, creepy pervert Mogambo," I calmly and graciously hold up my hand to silence the crowd. Standing up, and thus eliciting a crowd-wide sigh of relief that my zipper is, thankfully, up for a change, I grab the microphone and speak in my most Profound Mogambo Voice (PMV): "To prove it, my Precious Mogambo Grasshoppers (PMG), you would have to prove that all the millions of Wall Street hotshots, Nynex hotshots, Comex hotshots, bullion-bank hotshots, foreign-central-bank hotshots, trader hotshots - and all their secretaries and underlings and friends and insiders - are all just Too Damned Stupid (TDS) to come up with some damned way to make money out of a sure thing!"

Then, I chortle, "And, it can work until the scam gets overwhelmed by sheer physical demand by millions of people, perhaps billions of people, who are all coming to their economic senses and are scrambling to buy silver and gold against the coming economic hard times, driving prices relentlessly up and up and up, as gold will be, just like it always has been, Pure Economic Salvation (PES) for people, as protection from the unstoppable depreciation in the purchasing power of the money caused by a huge government, which is massively deficit-spending a massively inflating stock of fiat currency based on debt, multiplied by an insanely low fractional-reserve ratio in the banks! Just like it has in all of history, and just like now! Hahaha! Now you know why I laugh!"

Then, dismissively, I point to the door and exclaim, "Go thee now! Go! Hie thee to thy places of gold and silver exchange, and buy, buy, buy!"  

Soon, the place is deserted, and everybody has gone home, mostly muttering how they feel stupid even listening to an idiot like me. They whisper hateful things back and forth, like, "Did you get a whiff of those feet? Pee-yew!" Everybody laughs. 

Whether or not you believe a raving lunatic like The Mogambo (and you would be an idiot if you did), the gold lease rates had again fallen (over the last 10 days) to a singularity (a strange situation where leasing gold short-term costs the same as leasing long-term!) in the last two days. Sure enough, right on schedule, the price of gold soon had a huge downdraft! You want more proof than flimsy, sheer coincidence? I shake my head in wonder, as you are not nearly as paranoid as you need to be, nor nearly as paranoid and angry as you are soon going to be.

- If you check your Mogambo Handy Handbook (MHH), you will notice that I advocate that you take physical possession of gold and silver bullion. One reason is that once you have it paid for and in hand, your annual costs go to zero, whereas brokerage accounts and mutual funds are always hitting you with fees and commissions, expenses, taxes and levies until one day you cry out: "They're stealing me blind!"  

If you want another reason for taking possession of actual gold, then you might be interested to learn how a mutual fund could lose value even as gold and shares rise. If so, then check this out from a prospectus sent to me by a mutual fund I own: Under the section of risks in owning shares of the mutual fund, the last one is "Securities Lending Risk. Any loss in the market price of securities loaned by the fund that occurs during the term of the loan will be borne by the fund and would adversely affect the fund's performance."  

And who are these guys borrowing my stocks and are causing me to suffer a loss in my mutual fund? The answer is: Guys who went short gold! Hahaha! In other words, guys who aren't very smart! I mean, and pardon me for laughing, but who is stupid enough to be short gold in a roaring bull market in gold?  Switching on the Mogambo Risk Analyzer (MRA), I quickly discover that, unfortunately, the chances of getting the money back, thanks to the mutual fund loaning it to dimwit dirtbags, are, officially, Pretty Damned Slim (PDS). And this coincides exactly with how people who loaned money to a dimwit dirtbag named The Mogambo, never got it back, either. So, you see how this all fits a little too neatly together to suit me!

If those are not enough reasons to own bullion gold, from some of the gold mining stocks I own, I, as a shareholder, am getting always asked to vote for all kinds of weird proposals buried deep in the prospectus, like allowing them to issue a lot of free options so that the company can give them to "select" people. This lets them, at some time in the future, opt to buy shares of the company, but at today's price! Hahaha! Oddly enough, I think that this shameless scam signifies that they think gold is going to rise in price, if they are greedy enough to try and it off now! How bullish! 

Of course, there are the gigantic salaries of the officers and boards and whatnot, and the constant share dilution from them giving themselves baskets of shares. I am sure they are all just a bunch of thieving, lying scumbags like you find in every publicly owned company. 

- George Ure, of UrbanSurvival.com, took a look at the latest CPI release, and notes that the annualizing the latest monthly rise in prices equals 7.4% inflation! I will wait a minute until you have gobbled a few nitroglycerine pills and checked your pulse, before I hit you with the news that inflation is actually higher than that! First off, he begins with a little joke to, you know, sort of break the tension. He notes that in figuring inflation, "The Labor Department uses the Seasonally Adjusted Annual Rate" and then (pausing slightly for dramatic effect), he hits you with the punch line: "You don't have one of those in your checkbook." Hahahaha! I'm rolling on the floor laughing! And then, I am immediately sorry for rolling on the floor because it seems that I have rolled into something wet. I am ashamed of myself for laughing because there is nothing funny about inflation. If you think otherwise, then tell me how funny it is the next time you buy gasoline at these record-high prices to fill up your gas guzzler so that you can take your stupid daughter to her stupid soccer game, where she sits on the stupid bench the whole stupid game, whining and complaining about how much she hates me. I mean you. She hates you.  

And, since we are talking about it, there is nothing funny about getting your pants wet, either, because now it looks like I have peed in my pants. Everyone is pointing and laughing, "Hahaha! The stupid Mogambo peed in his pants…again!" All the women are making faces and saying horrible things like, "Ewww! Now he disgusts me more than ever!" Although, I note for the record that they were slyly suggesting all kinds of forbidden things (wink, wink!) back when they were interviewing for the damned jobs!

This is not about my dampness problems with trousers, or teasing-then-traitorous female employees, but about inflation. I motion with my hand for Mr. Ure to please go on with the news about inflation. Thankfully, he goes on to say, "The headline number means 7.4% inflation, but buried in the report, the Labor Department says the benchmark has changed. Check the emphasis-added part: 'CPI (Old Weights) For the first six months of 2006, BLS also will calculate Old Weights CPI-U and Old Weights CPI-W based on the 2001-02 expenditure pattern used in the CPI from 2004 through 2005. These Old Weight data are contained in tables 1(OW)-4(OW). From February to March, the Old Weight CPI-U rose 0.7 percent and the Old Weight CPI-W rose 0.6 percent. Note these series are not seasonally adjusted.'"

Mr. Ure smiles, waves his hand dismissively, and says, "So there you have it:  Inflation at an annualized old weight is 8.7%." Pandemonium filled the room at this horrific inflation news! Well, the truth is that the only thing filling the room was the sound of me howling like an angry, frightened banshee at the looming horror of 8.7% annual inflation, and the sound of everyone else yelling, "Oh, hell! It's that damned Mogambo idiot! Who's responsible for letting that creep in here?" The noise was so deafening, that I never even got a chance to point out that the footnote admitted: "these series are not seasonally adjusted."  

- Greg Z. went to the British Museum to see a special exhibit on the History of Money. The best part, and you are going to love this, was Mr. Whitten, who is descried as "a small, elderly gentleman who has been hired by the Museum to man a table at the end of the exhibit hall." He was displaying, among other monetary oddities, "silver coins from Pericles' Athens and Victorian England (clipped by the way). He is very proud of all the precious metal coins and boasts of how beautiful (and valuable) they still are today."

Mr. Z then goes on to relate, "He also has base metal coins from today's modern world.  During his presentation, he picked one up, stared at it ruefully and said, 'Today this is made from base metals. The metal itself isn't even worth the value of the coin.' He then sighed and said in that great British accent, 'Rubbish really.'"

Ahhh, the fabled British reserve and understatement! Mr. Z says, "Couldn't have said it better myself." Me either, Greg! Me either! Hahaha!

- The Economic Indicators came out, and the leading indicator was down - bad news.  Paul Kasriel of Northern Trust writes, "The year-over-year growth in the LEI has done an excellent job of foreshadowing the onset of recessions. That is, a steady downtrend in the year-over-year growth in the LEI has been a warning of an imminent recession. Not surprisingly, the LEI is not only a good predictor of the cyclical behavior of economic growth, but also a good predictor of the directional behavior of the fed funds rate." 

The coincident indicator (indicating current economic activity) was up slightly, as you would expect, and the lagging indicator (indicating future inflation) was also up - more bad news.

This Indicator stuff is apparently not impressive to Volkmar Hable, of Samarium Technology Group, who writes simply, "Historically, the combination of sharply rising bond yields, gold prices and oil prices has led to a stock market decline, and in 62% of the cases to a stock market crash." Ugh.

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Eden's Gate: Left Behind Chapter 1 - Welcome to Hope County

A new series!!!. Take place 2 years before the events of Kidnapped.

I created "Hope County University" for this series, and a few other locations that aren't in the game. Because its all headcanon shit.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.9k

John Seed slightly out of character. (That's what happens when you encounter a Winchester 😂😂)

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Hope County, Montana, February 2018

*Arizona by Hey Monday plays on the radio*

A black 1970 Monte Carlo with a small trailer attached to it drives down the road with an Arizona license plate on it "ARIZONA E34R90D". 

19 year old Kate Winchester, who just moved out of her aunt and uncle's house drove 7 hours from Jackson, Wyoming to Hope County, Montana. Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel to song. 

Starting her new life, leaving the hunter life behind her, she applied and got accepted at Hope County University. 

Hoping to get her Master of Science degree in Psychology, and then move on to get her Doctorate Degree. 

Luckily her aunt and uncle were able to cover her tuition for the whole year. She even told them that she was willing to pay her own rent, and which surprisingly is only $750 a month. Hell her rent is cheaper here, than Arizona and Wyoming put together, but of course they're willing to pay for it, even though she refused, so she saves some money there.

She’s been attending college since she was 15 years old. She lied about her age to get a head start, with the help of her aunt Laura, and her grandmother Eliza. She attended community college in Wyoming before wanting to get transferred out of state.

She was able to rent out a small 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom house with a decent size backyard that is owned by the University, which is why the rent is pretty cheap usually it costs a lot more, and she also got a job at the University's café & diner with starting pay at $14.50. To her that seems very unrealistic but she’ll take it, she ain’t complaining. 

She drives down the road with her dog Haley in the passenger seat with her head out the window trying to bite the wind as they drive down the road.

"Smell that fresh Montana air Hale" she says with a smile, Haley pulls her head back in and lets out a bark, her eyes widened and has that look like she's smiling. 

You know that look dogs do with their tongues hanging out making them look like they're smiling. 

Driving down the road, off on the side, a huge billboard sign with a photo of some man with the caption. 

“We Love You and We Will Take You”

"That's very welcoming" she jokes.

Kate turns onto a small side road that leads to her new home. 

She drives slowly, while looking at the GPS on her phone. 

After a few minutes she finds the house.

"Here it is" she says, pulling into the driveway. 

Shutting off the car, and getting out. 

"Come on Hale" she says, padding her thigh. 

She takes the house keys out of her pocket, and opens the door. 

It's a decent size house for someone who's living on their own, the house is slightly furnished. Her uncle Brent sent some of their old furniture to her new house.

A coffee table, a few chairs, few lamps, a night stand, and a full size bed with the frame, head, footboard, mattress and box spring.

The backyard is bigger than she thought. She opens the door, and lets Haley out to the back. 

"Go sniff around" she tells her.

The 2 1/2 year old German Shepherd sniffs the corners of the fence, looking for a spot to do her business. 

Kate goes back inside, leaving the backdoor open for Haley.

She checks out the rest of the house, the 2 bedrooms, the bathroom and washroom, luckily a washer and dryer comes with the place. So at least she wouldn't want to buy it.

She goes back to the living room, and sees that Haley came back inside. 

She goes to close the backdoor, locking it, she heads out to the front and unpacks her trailer. Boxes, boxes and boxes of her stuff, clothes, books, her WiFi router, personal hygiene products, small furniture, stuff for school, some groceries she has in her mini fridge, some of Haley's stuff, her toys and food. 

She finishes unpacking around 3:30pm, her room is all set up, her bed is fixed, all her clothes are put away in the closet and dresser, she has photos of her friends, family and posters of bands she likes hanging up on the walls. 

She set up her 60inch TV, the box and WiFi router in the living room, she put up curtains on all the windows, and put some plants out on the front porch. 

She has all of her hunter stuff in the 2nd bedroom, her angel blades, demon blades, holy water, bags of salt, her books, her dad’s journal. Bullets filled with rock salt, and all of her other hunting supplies.

She has everything set up, and all she needed now was a kitchen table, a couch and maybe some appliances like a microwave, toaster and a coffee maker. 

She sighs in relief, lays back on her bed, Haley jumps on, laying next to her. 

"You wanna go into town?!?" she asks the dog, she looks at her while tilting her head to the right. 

"You wanna go for a walk?!?" she asks again, she tilts her head to the left while still looking at her. She lets out a loud bark which catches Kate off guard, and jumps off the bed.

Running back and forth down the hall, jumping at her on the bed in excitement. 

She gets up from the bed. 

"Okay let me find your leash" she says, while going into the living room. 

She goes through some of her boxes. 

After a few minutes, she finds her leash and puts it on her collar. Debating whether or not to take her in the car, or walk into town. 

"It's only a 10-20 minute walk from here to town" she says out loud. 

After a couple of minutes, she decides to drive, just in case some stores don't allow animals in, she can leave Haley in the car with all the windows down of course, or maybe leave her outside.

They drive into town, and she parks her car next to a gas station store. 

"Come one Hale" she says. 

She jumps out of the car, Kate locks it up and they walk past the small shops. 

A grocery store, a pharmaceutical store, a gun shop, an autoshop, and�� lastly a bar called "The Spread Eagle". 

She looks around, and sees an appliance store, she really does need those appliances. 

She walks closer, and sees a sign on the door saying "Sorry, no animals allowed inside". 

"Of course" she says to herself. 

She ties Haley's leash to a parking meter under a tree 

"I'll be right back" she says to her, petting her head. 

She goes inside the store and looks around. Right off the bat she finds a toaster with 4 slots, and it costs $30 in which to her is a steal. 

She finds a coffee maker and a microwave all that costs a decent amount, less than she thought it would be. 

She pays for her stuff, and goes back outside to untie Haley, they walk back to the car, and put the appliances in the backseat covering them with a blanket. 

They continue to walk around the small town of Falls End located in the Holland Valley region. They cross the street to go onto the opposite side. Up ahead Kate sees a small group of people walking into a church on the other side of the street. Thinking nothing of it.

While on the other side of the street at Falls End Church, John Seed is standing outside of it holding the Book of Joseph, preaching.

"Sin must be exposed so it may be absolved. We must wash away our past" while some of his men escort some locals into the church. 

"You will know the power of Yes, you will confess your sins" he continues.

As he looks around he sees Kate with Haley walking on the opposite side of the street. 

He stares at her as she walks by, a smirk appears on his face. Perhaps he is engrossed by her?. He gets a weird feeling in his stomach but he ignores it. 

He continues to watch her as she walks further down the street away from the church. 

He shakes his head, snapping out of that trance, and continues to preach to the sinners.

Kate walks down the street towards a different market. Once again they don't allow animals in the store. 

So she ties Haley to a small iron fence in the shade "I'll be back'" she tells her again. 

She shops for about 25 minutes, she doesn't like to keep her dog outside that long especially out in public, she grabs bread, eggs, orange juice, fruit, cereal, milk, breakfast sausages, bacon, dog treats, grounded coffee and butter. 

Typical stuff you would buy at a grocery store. 

She pays for her stuff, goes outside, unties Haley putting the leash around her wrist. 

"Here you can hold your treats" she says, as she gives Haley her bag of Beggin Strips. 

She carries it in her mouth making the bags less heavy for Kate, and they head back to the car. They cross the street, now walking on the church side. John steps out of it, and sees Kate walking towards the church. 

He gets a better look at her, she's really cute. Actually she’s more than cute, she’s beautiful. Black hair past her shoulders, brown eyes, looks like she could be 19-22 years old?. Could she be a college student?. He's about to say something to her, but it gets ruined when one of his men calls out for him. 

"John!!" they call out. 

Turning his head to look back at him. 

He quickly looks back at Kate who is too far for him to call out to her. 

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, and goes back inside the church to see what they want. 

Kate walks back to her car, and puts her groceries in the back seat. 

Haley jumps into the front seat, and they drive off. 

They get stopped at a red light in front of the church, John looks out the window, and sees a black 70 Monte Carlo with a German Shepard sticking its head out the window. 

He quickly recognizes the dog, and sees Kate in the driver seat. 

Quickly, he goes outside before the light turns green. He doesn’t know what to say to her, so he yells out "Nice car!!". 

Kate can't see who yelled it because Haley is blocking her view from the passenger side, and is barking at some of the peggies outside the church. 

So she yells back, "Thank you!!" followed with a honk of the horn. She in a way acknowledged John even if she didn't really see him. 

She continued to drive down the road heading back home. 

After a 10 minute drive, she makes it home, and puts all her groceries away, hooks up the appliances and sits back on one of her chairs for the rest of the day watching TV with Haley chilling at her feet. 

“What a day Hale” she says, resting her feet on the table.

*3 in half hours later*

That night John is baptizing, cleansing some sinners, making them a step closer to being a part of Eden’s Gate. He’s doing his usual thing, making sure they are cleansed, and washed away from their sins. 

He can’t seem to get Kate off his mind, he finds this very strange because these are some new feelings, that he has never felt before. 

After he finishes the baptism, Joseph notices something is off about his younger brother. 

He approaches him once he’s finished.

“John?!” he says, approaching him. “What is troubling you brother?”.

John doesn’t know what to say, he stumbles with his words “Nothing, Joseph”.

He places his hand on John's shoulder, their foreheads touching. 

“It’s about a girl, isn’t it?” he asks, sounding like he already knew what this was all about.

John looks down, and lets out a soft sigh.

“Go to her. She can be your other half, when we cross Eden’s Gate” he tells him, before walking away. 

John looks up at his older brother as he walks away, leaving him to contemplate with what he should do next. 

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