I just got out of an abusive relationship & I’m in need of help. I left an abusive boyfriend I was living with, with noting except my ID, government documents, debit card, phone, laptop, car, a pillow, and a bag of my clothes. I have nothing else.
After being in my car for a few nights while waiting to hear back from a few studio apartments, I moved into a new place by myself and away from my abuser and I ended up putting my entire paycheck into a deposit, first month’s rent, gas for my car so I can get to work, cancelling the cable contract that was in my name at my ex’s place (which was a $350 cancellation fee, jfc.), my phone bill, buying out of my old lease, credit card bill.
My credit card is maxed out and I’m steadily paying it off, so I can’t use it. I’m a very independent person but I need help in getting myself on my feet until I get payed again. I have a very stable and decent paying job, but right now I’m going through a hard time.
My google wallet is firstname.lastname@example.org. I need essentials like soap, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, laundry soap, a few groceries, an air mattress or bed of some kind, blankets, toilet paper, dishes, to hold me over until I get paid again. Any amount helps me so much. Again, I never make posts like this and I pride myself a lot in being an independent and self sustained person. Asking for help like this is a big blow to my pride but I’m trying to get back on my feet after leaving an abuse ridden relationship.
When Amanda woke up, she decided to crawl out of bed to get a bowl of cereal. And eat it on the couch, of course.
“Ain’t nothing beat couch cereal.” She declared to the empty room and dug into her delicious and dangerously sugary cereal.
Almost immediately after taking a bite out of her cereal, she heard footsteps coming from her dad’s room, but, when she glanced up, she saw Damien walking by her.
“Good morning, Amanda dear.” Damien greeted.
“Mornin.” Amanda responded. She KNEW it. Her dad and Damien had been getting pretty close, so it wasn’t a completely wild assumption that they would start dating. And, of course, the footsteps she heard must be…
-Max allows himself to be ten for just a moment with his odd guardian.-
“Max?” The smaller boy didn’t look up from his game, but David could tell he had his attention. They had learned each other’s body language quite fast.
“May I hug you?” He asked, his voice never once leaving it’s somber tone.
Max’s eyes tore away from his DS, and maintained eye contact as he plopped his stylus into its slot.
“I-, Um? Are you,” Max looked around their cabin for anything that would cause David to ask such a question, “Okay?”
David looked as fine as he always was, the same smile and demeanor he kept up despite Max’s constant nagging on how annoying it was.
David laughed at the question and he sat down and crossed his legs in front of the couch.
“May I have a hug?” The older male held open his arms, Max hesitantly slid off the couch, leaving the handheld game on the cushion, and stood awkwardly in front of David.
He stared uncertainly at David who waited poised, ready to wrap the boy up in a tight hug.
Max took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as he walked into David’s chest, and almost gasped as David wrapped his arms tight around him.
He had always fought against David’s hugs, but this one felt different than all the others. David’s green hoodie had provided twice the warmth, plus it provided twice the cushion from David’s thing arms. David held him so tight.
Max wondered why he hadn’t let David do this more often.
“Your really mine, Max, aren’t you? Your my kiddo?“ David asked his words muffled by the messy curls that covered half of his face.
“Uh, yeah? You’ve had me for six months now, dumbass.” Max said as though all of this was very obvious.
David chuckled and sat his chin on top of Max’s head. “That mean’s you’re my son, doesn’t it?”
Max was taken back by the question. Not once had he ever thought of their relationship on such an intimate level such as father and son. When anyone said the word ‘Dad’, Max thought of sharp suits and cigar smoke that made the whole house reek.
Max thought of disappointing stares coming from every direction, a night shared long ago by a naive girl and a manipulative older man. He imagines a son who had to suffer for the mistakes two people made so many years ago. David was not even the definitions of what a dad was too Max.
He had a whole definition of his own.
If somewhere to say the word sweet, visions of David would swim in his head. Memories of David baking various treats, all with copious amounts of sugar and icing, stacked high on several trays. David had fussed over his weight back at camp, before he could really monitor the others eating habits. Always making comments on how he would blow away at the rate he was going at. At Max’s third doctor’s visit, the lady had announced Max was only a few pounds away from being a healthy size and David was ecstatic. They celebrated with homemade pizza and ice cream.
And if you said understanding, so many memories would jump out at Max.
When Max first arrived he had nonstop nightmares, some that’d last the entire night leaving him exhausted in the morning, and others that would require him to jolt out of bed in a panic. Those were the night David would lovingly open up the covers to let Max in, and when the temperature began to drop David lovingly made his way out of bed to prepare hot chocolate to soothe his nerves and provide Max with some very ‘sweet’ dreams. The joke had gotten a laugh out of Max.
If you said pride Max would think of their latest camping trip and how David made the best s'mores. David had been setting up the tent while Max collected the firewood. Max had tried to start his first fire while David tried to figure out how to blow up an air mattress without the forgotten pump. When Max had gotten a steady blaze built from twigs and paper, nothing matched the proud grin David had given Max. Max couldn’t stop himself from returning the gesture.
David was not a father, he was so much more.
A father was cold in both touch and demeanor. A father had a son that he considered everything but.
David was a David, and that meant so much more than any title given out by a piece of paper and blood.
Max pulled away to look him in the eyes. David’s hand fell to his shoulder and Max held them there tight.
“I’m not your son because your not my father.” Max’s tone sounded so much more childlike then David was used to, and it was such a surprise to be matched with such a grown up sentence.
David’s shoulder slumped but he kept up his smile, despite the stinging of upcoming tears.
“You’re not my dad, but that’s… That’s okay, because you are something so much better. You’re my David, and that something, so much more physical than a word, it’s right here.” Max grabbed the fabric covering his chest, and used his other hand to copy the movement with David’s sweatshirt.
“It’s right here. You’re my David because you’ve been everything but my father to me. That means so, so much more.” His chest tightened.
“But if you want to do the whole titles, I don’t have to just be your Max.” Max stepped closer, burying himself back in David’s arms.
“I can be your son, David,” Max look back up and saw David’s quivering lip and quickly tried to play off his emotional speech, “But it’s whatever, you don’t have too.”
Max found himself high in the air staring down at David.
“You’re my son, Max! You’re my entire world, you are my happiness, and that makes you my son and I’m your David.” David spun in a circle, drawing dizzy giggles from the ten year old.
“Yes, yes you’re my David!” Max confirmed, hoping that would calm down the other enough to put him down, but he could contain the burst of energy that resonated through his body making him smile and laugh.
He threw Max up in the air and grabbed him to pull him into a hug. They couldn’t help but grin and falling into each others happiness. “My Max!” He cried.
This meant something so much more to the both of them.
David squeezed the boy and fell once more to the floor. Max with his limbs wrapped around David tightly, and David stroking the smooth curls.
“I love you, son.” David whispered after a moment, the sentence feeling so foreign on his lips yet so good.
Max breathed in deeply, every muscle in his body screaming at him to reject the soft words, to counter it with something snide. Max forced himself to be ten for just a moment longer
“I love you too, David.” And it meant so much more.
ok I need ur opinion on whether something I did was, uh, socially appropriate? I went on a senior barcrawl with the girls in my sorority and I, uh.. . picked up a girl. I then proceeded to take her, not to my house, but to my friends house bc that's where I was crashing after the bars that night. And we kind of had sex on an air mattress in my friends living room??? ?? on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is that?
you know if someone wants to say the number to this person’s request i’d like to know too so i can know if my judgement is just as bad cause lmao BEEN THERE DID THAT oOPS
Imagine your OTP having to share an air mattress for the night. Person A is already in bed and comfortable, and person B, very tired from the day, flops down on the other side, thus launching A into the air.
“You can’t be serious.” You gasped as your mother dragged the air mattress from the attic and dumped it in your room..
“His parents are going away for the week and Liam’s parents asked if we could look after him … I wouldn’t want you alone for so long.” She sighed and smiled when you shook your head and refused to look at her. “I’m sorry that it will be awkward but… you know what it’s like here if something happened while they were away they’d never forgive themselves.”
“Why can’t he go with them!” You offered hopefully but she shook her head as the Dunbar’s pulled into the drive..
“I’m sorry ok, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She insisted as you reluctantly headed down with her to greet everyone looked down at your feet when Liam heaved his bags inside, offering your mother his help for dinner once his parents had left. “Thank you Liam.”
So a few years ago I moved across the country for a new start. my first job I got was working at a country club. I was about 27 and there was a cute waitress (Suzy, 21yo about) brown hair brown eyes, a little on the heavy side, but I’m on the heavy side myself.
anyway I was talking with another waitress ( Rachel 20yo) and she said that Suzy had recently dumped her bf and when she found out i was interested in her wanted to help hook me up with her. so we planned sleepover one night. Rachel was married and they lived with her mom, but didn’t drive. so she planned to have Suzy pick her up for a girls night at her house, but instead they came to my apartment for pizza and drinks.
things were going well until Rachel had a bit too much to drink and became a drama queen. Rachel decided that she could use a bath so she stripped her down and got her in the tub. eventually i had to assist in getting her out, and she passed out naked on the air mattress on the floor. Suzy took a shower first then changed into PJ’s, then I hopped in the shower, by this time there was no hot water. Suzy and I said good night and I went to my bed because Suzy wanted to take the couch. about an hour later I woke up to someone sucking my dick. my first thought was Suzy, so I went along with it. just before I was about to blow I told her to get on her back so I could return the favor. that is when I realized it was Rachel. at this point I was to horny and tipsy to care so I are her pussy till she came, and oh god she was a squirter. still not thinking I made my way up sucking her rock hard nipples and slid my cock in her wet pussy. (I have a queen bed, and we were on it sideways for some reason) I hadn’t had sex in a few months and I didn’t last too long especially since Rachel had another orgasem and her pussy was like a vise while she drenched me in more of her cum. as i finished I backed off the bed and stood on the floor (my bed was high at crotch level, I built it that way) I just started turning around when I heard Suzy behind me say “really?!?) while she flipped on the light.
My heart stopped for a second knowing I fucked up. I took a few steps back exposing Rachel, she was laying on her back knees bent and legs spread, and a huge load running out of her freshly fucked pussy. I’m not quite sure what happened next but Suzy had stepped up to the bed, bent over and grabbed Rachel’s thighs and pulled her towards her mouth. Suzy began to lick and suck at Rachel’s pussy with a lustful furry. I was shocked for a moment then I realized that Suzy had a large wet spot on her pajama bottoms. going with it came up behind her rubbing my semi hard cock on her ass while i started removing her pajama top she released Rachel’s pussy long enough to get her shirt off. next I started pulling down her bottoms, but as I did I dropped to my knees, Suzy stepped out of them spreading her feet in the process. I put my hands on her cheeks and spread them looking at their wet pussy and butthole from behind, I had never liked a butthole before, but always wanted to try it so I went for it. Rachel was already moaning and approaching her third orgasm for the night. as my tongue made contact with Suzy’s hole she shivered a bit and let out a soft moan. I continued my work on her lower regains tasting her sweet come. after a few minutes of this Rachel let out another squeal as she bathed Suzy in her juices. Rachel crawled to the other edge of the bed to where her head was at the edge, she closed her legs and pulled Suzy up to so she could suck on Suzy’s breasts. I crawled onto the bed and directed my now hard cock to Suzy’s wet and waiting pussy. i slid it in feeling her tight warm and wet pussy. it felt better than Rachel but I lasted much longer. Suzy must have cut at least twice with the two of us working on her. I finally let loose a load into Suzy’s pulsating pussy. when I finished I pulled out and backed off the bed to catch my breath. Suzy rolled off of Rachel and lay with on her back with her head hanging off the bed. Suzy lay there panting and her body spasming when Rachel or up and positioned herself between Suzy’s legs so return the favor and clean up Suzy’s creampie. my dick was covered on all three of our juices so I thought I would make my way around the bed and see if I could get Suzy to clean me up too.
As I got to the other side of the bed Suzy was running both hands through Rachel’s long black hair. as I got close Suzy took one hand and guided my cock into her mouth. it was warm and moist. she sucked and swirled her tongue around my dick, had I not blown two massive loads I’m two hot pussys I might had blown a third load in her mouth.
Once we were all content we righted ourselves onto the bed, Suzy in the middle, we all passed out.
If you liked it I will tell what happened the next morning…
“What the fuck do you want?” you stated folding your arms as found Jeon Jungkook standing in front of your door looking clad in his black leather jacket white shirt, and black jeans. Instead of replying he opted to shove you lightly with his shoulder before making his way into your apartment.
The ease with which he thought he could invade your privacy outraged you. “I am calling the cops if you’re not out of here in 10 fucking seconds” you trailed behind him. He chuckled deeply, which sent shivers down your spine.He turned around, gently tapped your nose, winked and whispered “Give it a try kitten” He made himself comfortable on the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table. “What do you want Jeongguk?”
How many girls do you think Alex accidentally flirted with before she realized she was gay? Like she was SO flirting with Maggie before she realized but like how often do you think that happened and she just thought she was being nice or whatever? Fucking oblivious gay nerd.
She’s six and the girl’s brothers had left her all alone in the sand as they dashed into the ocean, yelping and shoving and splashing each other as they barrel deeper into the water.
The girl looks lonely and the girl looks listless, and Alex knows the feeling.
“You don’t like the ocean?” she asks without preamble, because six year old social code permits so much more direct communication than older codes will.
The girl turns to her and sighs. Her face is pretty, even when it’s sad, and Alex bites the inside of her cheek. “I’ll just slow my brothers down,” she says, and Alex holds out an open hand.
“You won’t slow me down.”
They take each wave together, the girl never letting go of Alex’s hand, and Alex never wanting her to.
Eliza, watching from their balcony overlooking the beach, is proud that her shy little Alexandra is finally making a friend.
She’s ten and the pretty girl from homeroom has the best science fair poster in the whole lunchroom.
Except for Alex’s, of course, but Alex doesn’t mention that when she tells her that it looks great, and how did she get such clear images of a monthly progression of sunspots from a homemade pinhole camera?
Alex thinks the girl blushes, but it must be because she’s shy, or maybe she doesn’t like talking in such a crowded, bustling space. Or it’s Alex’s imagination.
Either way, she decides that the best course of action is to keep complimenting the girl, because she deserves it, and if Alex’s life as a professional ten year old nerd is any indication, the girl can use all the compliments she can get.
She’s fourteen, and her newest surf instructor is eighteen, and Alex has never been nervous before classes before, but she almost throws up each time, now, because what if she messes up, and what if her instructor decides that Alex has only been accelerated to an advanced class by luck, and she demotes her back down to surfing with the other fourteen year olds, and –
“Nice job, Danvers!” she calls, and Alex nearly spills off her board at the way her heart leaps, at the way she says her name.
When her boyfriend picks her up after class – her instructor’s boyfriend, not Alex’s, because who would ever want to date her, anyway? – Alex stands a little bit straighter, gets her instructor to laugh a little bit louder.
“Make sure he takes you somewhere nice: you only deserve the best places, you know?” she tells her, and she thinks she’s smooth, thinks she’s putting the college boy in his place, even though she’s not quite sure why she wants to.
She’s sixteen and Vicky Donahue is always on her mind. And that’s okay – they’re best friends, and best friends are supposed to always be on each other’s minds, right? – and Vicky is nice to Kara and Vicky smells so damn good and Alex wants to be just like her and she usually loves school but god the days before the nights she gets to sleep over at Vicky’s are horribly, horribly long.
Because Vicky’s mother keeps offering to set up an air mattress in Vicky’s room, and Alex keeps telling her, “It’s alright, Mrs. Donahue, you don’t have to go out of your way, I don’t mind the tight space, honest.” Because it is a tight space, sharing Vicky’s bed, but it means that Vicky’s body is close to hers, and best friends snuggle all the time, right?
And friends play dress up, too, even in high school, right, and when Vicky goes through her parents’ closets and tosses her top off without thinking to try on something new, Alex gulps extra hard and she blushes like she’s Kara and she stammers but she obeys when Vicky tells her to come zip her up, and she nearly kisses the back of her neck because friends are affectionate with each other, right, and she’s sincere when she tells her that she’s beautiful, that she’s the prettiest girl in the whole school, the whole town, and Vicky gives her something of a strange look, and she turns her back to Alex before she changes again.
She’s nineteen and she doesn’t have much use for English class, but that girl who sits across from her makes great drawings in her notebook and Alex has to tell her, right, because who doesn’t want to be complimented?
“Hey – I really like your uh… art.”
The girl giggles. “They’re just doodles.”
“No, but they’re really good! You’re really good.”
The girl shrugs, her eyes lingering on Alex’s face a beat too long. But not long enough.
She starts doodling for Alex, nudging her and edging her notebook toward her, sometimes ripping out the sketches and gifting them to a spluttering Alex. She keeps every one of them and she takes them out during long days in the lab, and she chews on the inside of her cheek, and she fantasizes about what the girl’s boyfriend probably likes to do to her in bed, because some of the doodles are a bit sexual, so it’s only natural for the mind to wander, right?
She’s twenty-three and she’s partying way too hard, because college was too easy and grad school is easy but what’s not easy is Eliza’s voice in the back of her head, is the constant guilt of having gone off to Stanford without Kara, is the constant confusion and loneliness because she can get everything else right, but not dating, not men, and Eliza is starting to ask uncomfortable questions.
She goes home with men with clumsy hands and overeager tongues, but she dances with women with scintillating touches and vodka on their breath. She smiles and sometimes, she winks, and sometimes, she puts her hands on hips that aren’t hers, and sometimes, her blood rushes through her veins so fast she can barely breathe because her body will go home with a guy, but her mind will stay here on the dance floor.
She’s twenty-seven and it’s been too long, and that’s okay, because the DEO keeps her busy, the DEO keeps her focused. The DEO saved her life.
But she’s twenty-seven and Lucy Lane walks in and Kara isn’t wrong about how nice she smells and how smart she is and how date-able she is, but she’s the enemy because of who her father is and she’s the enemy because of who her ex-boyfriend-sort-of-still-boyfriend is and she’s the enemy because she almost sends Alex and J’onn off to Cadmus, but suddenly she’s not the enemy because she rescues them and fights for them and she throws everything on the line for them and Alex thinks of that thing she felt during her interrogation, correcting Lucy from calling her Alexandra, Lucy’s piercing eyes when she called out that Alex was lying, Lucy’s uncomfortable shifting when what’s his face was going on yet another xenophobic rant, and Alex can’t think about any of this now because now, she’s on the run, and sure, she’ll always have Lucy to thank for that, but later, later, later.
She’s twenty-eight and it’s her crime scene, dammit, not some arrogant detective’s with gorgeous eyes and gorgeous hair and a confident smirk and god, god, god, how is she that smart, how is anyone that sharp?
She’s twenty-eight and it’s innocent, it’s pool, they’re friends, and of course she’s not jealous when she says she’s got a hot date, because sure, whatever woman has a hot date with Maggie Sawyer is probably the luckiest woman in the world, but Alex is just excited to finally meet someone that can go toe-to-toe with her, that can challenge her, that can change her. And if her stomach flips a little bit when she saunters off in those jeans and that tank top to that date, it’s just because she’d hoped maybe they could go for a drink, because it’s been so long since Alex has had a friend outside of work.
She’s twenty-eight and she’s up all night, because she’s twenty-eight and she’s falling in love. In gay love. Lesbian love.
God, god, god, how has she not seen it before?
She’s falling in love with a woman, and memories are exploding out of her like water bursting out of a dam, and she’s terrified and she’s confused and she’s never felt more… herself.
you gotta figure the fake ah crew is used to a certain amount of luxury, given their wealth: king-sized beds and entire apartments to themselves (or at least their own bathroom if they have a roommate), so i kind of like to think about how things would go if the whole crew ended up in a small safehouse after a heist
like maybe it’s geoff jack ryan michael gavin jeremy lindsay mica trevor matt
etc etc in one tiny-ass home
and things very, very quickly devolve into anarchy.
there’s an all-out brawl for who should get the two full-sized beds, another for who gets the couches, another still for who gets the air mattresses vs. who sleeps on the floor.
the second day ryan bursts from the bathroom armed with a pistol and snarls, “whoever used up all the hot water better start praying to their deity of choice”
everyone’s in the kitchen in the mornings trying to make their own breakfast
everything gets burned
jeremy holds up a grenade and demands to know who ate all his energy bars, those had his name on them
mica wants to know who the fuck used the last of the toothpaste, are you guys animals
where did all the coffee go. do you want trevor to die.
linday is going to kill everyone in this house and then herself.
save ray from the horror of having to navigate back-to-back showers in the morning for two hours, fuck you, he’s gonna just get in there with somebody else
matt would rather take his chances with the cops, ryan has watched seven straight episodes of Cupcake Wars and refuses to hand over the remote and he thinks his eyes are bleeding
after the heat dies down and they can go home, they’re at each other’s throats and don’t talk to each other for nearly a month. they would not make good roommates, okay, it goes down as the incident that almost took out the fake ah crew
1) How Betty & Juggie are married in Jughead’s retro dream & the poor boy feels subconscioulsy guilty for having feelings for Betty ?
2) How the writers paid homage to Harry Potter by having Jughead, the poor, tortured,abandoned, bullied kid with the messy black hair and green eyes live in a cupboard under the stairs filled with spiders?
3) How he wears his beanie even when alone in the entire school?
4) Oof! Hot Jughead with the wet hair & damp skin casually strolling out of a steamy shower
5) Being vulnerable physically & emotionally, trying to hide from the world & his shock at getting caught (thankfully by Archie)
6) Archie, despite his many faults being a true friend to Jughead & helping him out.
7) Juggie trying to protect Betty by ensuring she doesn’t find out about his homeless situation because he knows she’ll be very worried ,because he doesn’t want to pile her already full plate
8) Low key bughead arm around the shoulder, them being in their own little world
9)Betty gushing over Jughead to Veronica, Veronica being supportive AF
10) Bughead leading a search party & finishing each other’s sentences
11) Jughead being protective & a thorough gentleman making sure Betty got home safe.
12) Being eloquent with words but struggling to articulate the nature of their relationship to Betty
13) Bughead’s hand holding and the simultaneous tightening of grip on each other’s hand
14) Betty’s moment of clarity being around Jughead & being appreciative of it.
15) Betty going in for the spontaneous kiss this time & Jughead asking, “What?”
16) Jughead’s heart eyes & tender smile. The slight look of giddiness after the kiss.
Archie & Jughead trying to have a good time bonding with their dads. Jughead trying to not so discreetly hide about him & Betty from his father & Archie noticing.
17) Jughead’s vulnerability & a child’s desperate hope to get his family back together & loving his dad despite all the shit. Feeling pride over Jelly Bean & the look of disappointment on his face to see his dad passed out while he was trying to tell him about his mum & sister.
18) Jughead biting his lip nervously during the interrogation.
19) Jughead being a vulnerable kid & panicking at the idea of being made a scape goat. Him imploring Betty to believe him. His crazy eyes.
20) Jughead’s exhale of relief when Betty holds his hands & fiercely tells him that she will make sure he is safe.
21) Holding on to Jughead and supporting him as they walk out of the police station
22) Jughead’s face crumpling up like a little boy, fighting hard to hold back tears, face a mixture of fear, anger , desperation, vulnerability when his father begs him to believe that he’ll get his shit back together & bring his family under the same roof.
23) Betty rushing to be by his side, touching his face and walking out with him.
24) Archie sweetly filling up an air mattress for Jughead & Juggy not giving up on his dad.