The good news is that I have not yet found one bed bug in my apartment.
The other news is that Nature Boy woke up with bites, and saw bed bugs in his place this morning.
I called in to work.
I have not slept.
Made significant progress on student expo project.
I itch a lot.
Most of my clothes are bagged up.
Thought I broke my washing machine this morning while I was trying to wash my son’s clothes before bringing him to school, so as to not bring him to school with bed bugs. It wouldn’t drain. All of his pants were in the wash, soaked, ten minutes before we needed to leave, and I was freaking out because I’ve brought him to school late so many times already.
This is what feels the worst about right now:
I sent him to school in a pair of my khaki pants. He didn’t realize they were mine, but they are obviously women’s pants.
Being a shitty friend, girlfriend, co-worker, wife, what have you, all pale in comparison to feeling like a shitty parent.
Pretty rushed draw of Moon Spirit Mari. There’s a Sun Spirit Adrien to match this but I don’t have enough time to do both atm so here’s more on my Sun/Moon Spirit AU to explain that the spirits are not all fun and games.
Mari and Adrien are the eldest spirits, being around longer than any other in the spirit world.
Spirits all fight creatures of malice that roam around Earth to protect humans, it’s their job essentially.
They take something similar to job shifts lmfao, Mari fights during the night and of course, Adrien does his work during the day.
Mari has slain thousands of creatures of malice for centuries and is known to share the title of the most powerful spirit with Adrien.
This will make a lot of sense when you guys hear the full moon/sun backstory.
The only spirit on par with Mari is Adrien and vice versa.
Mari and Adrien’s power have been widely acknowledged by gods. It’s been speculated that both have the power to become gods, but neither have really took the oppurtunity.
That’s really all for now but the spirits have one more thing they do I have yet to reveal and of course the big backstory. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
❀➹Daryl Dixon & Carol Peletier Parallels ❀➹ ↪ 3.11 “I Ain’t a Judas” (*deleted*) // 5.01 “No Sanctuary” // 5.06 “Consumed” // 2.07 “Pretty Much Dead Already” // 3.07 “When the Dead Come Knocking” // vs // 7.10 “New Best Friends”
“In the beginning was the mustache, and the mustache was with Coran, and the mustache was Coran. It was with Coran in the beginning. Through it Coran was made; without it, nothing was made that has been made.”
@sarogane’s super amazing Shance fic Something Just Like This (starts singing) just ended and I JUST HAD TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR IT BECAUSE THIS FIC GAVE ME LIIIIIFE!!! So here, have some married Shance being completely in love with each other even after years being together *sobsforever* (Thank u so much for this fic)
The most expensive way ever to get the police involved.
My wife and I had a first floor condo in what had previously been a nice complex. Unfortunately, over time the couple who lived above us (hereafter designated AA for Angry Alcoholic and AAG for Angry, Alcoholic Girlfriend) began drinking heavily, or maybe they just got louder about their drinking. Nearly every night became a massive screaming match between them. They’d stay up until 2 AM shouting at each other at the top of their lungs, then one of them would put on music at top volume to drown out the other. Their taste in music wasn’t actually bad but when it’s 2 AM and my floor is vibrating, it’s a problem. Sometimes they’d even take their fight out into the parking lot, just to be sure all the neighbors were treated to a detailed explanation of who had cheated on who recently (both), and who was threatening to dump who and leave right now. (Neither of them ever actually left, they just went out to their car and threatened to, loudly.)
Then in the mornings he would “work on” his car in the car in the carport right outside our front door. As far as I can tell the all he did was sit there and rev the engine for (it seemed) hours on end. I have no idea when he slept, maybe while we were at work? We and other neighbors complained to the condo board, who issued a warning, which AA and AAG ignored. Eventually the condo board started fining them, but AA found a genius solution- just don’t pay the fine. All the condo board could do was, eventually, put a lien on AA’s condo, but that would only become a problem for him when he sold the place. Apparently, they couldn’t actually foreclose on him, or maybe they just didn’t want to go to the trouble.
Trying to talk to him directly was useless- if we managed to catch him during a rare moment of sobriety, he’d just kind of blow us off, but if we caught him while he was drunk, he’d get pretty threatening and was then even louder for a few days.
We even tried calling the police, but they weren’t really interested unless he actually crossed the line into a felony. They gave him a few warnings, which he also ignored. Maybe if he’d actually beaten me or one of my other neighbors up, they’d have done something, but none of us felt like getting into a fight to find out. Plus there was always the risk that the cops would arrest everybody involved in the fight on general principles, and none of us wanted an arrest record.
Eventually, my wife and I decided to sell our condo and move, for multiple reasons that definitely included AA and AAG. Because of the timing of our move, our realtor wound up actually showing the condo while we were home a couple of times, and we discovered that one of the potential buyers was a city police officer, her husband, and their 1-year old baby. (I guess their old place was too small now that they had a kid.)
Unfortunately, their offer was $3,500 below the top offer. After talking it over, we told our realtor to accept their offer anyway, and we’d just eat the loss. So AA and AAG had a cop move in directly below them.
I’m Facebook friends with a couple of our old neighbors, and in the six months since we moved, AA has been arrested multiple times, and had his car impounded at least once. Apparently he’s now trying to be quieter, but that only lasts until he gets drunk and then he’s screaming again, and his new downstairs neighbor has long ago had enough of his shit, and does not appreciate it if he wakes up her kid. And I guess she also doesn’t appreciate it if he shouts at her. He’s in an “obnoxious neighbor” war with a cop, and he’s losing badly. Hopefully soon he’ll wind up in jail for longer than a couple of days.
I know I know there’s way too much text but there’s SO MUCH to love about this story: (1) ‘a ghost story that my daddy tells me’ wtf baby Jared; (2) ‘I should have slept for probably 12 hours’; (3) ‘just us and… plants’; (4) the fact that it’s S1 and they’re both about to pass out from sleep deprivation (look at Jensen’s wide eyes in gif 2 he’s like DO NOT SLEEP DO NOT SLEEP). Also the Texan accent but for that you’ll need to watch the video (it’s worth it).
The first time they
kiss James feels like a toddler discovering a new world, eyes wide with the astonishment
of what it has to offer. He hopes that what he is doing is right - he has been
kissed many a times before, true, but never quite like this. It is as if he has
forgotten everything he knew before.
Thomas is all softness,
but demanding at the same time, guiding where James is unsure and yet molding
himself around him, instinctively adapting to James’ insecurity. James can feel
him smiling into the kiss when his arms come up to pull Thomas closer. It’s as
much daring as he can procure at the moment but it seems more than enough for
When they separate
again Thomas doesn’t step away, his hands staying on James’ shoulders. He says
nothing, simply smiles, and James feels something inside him give way as it never
“I never thought
you’d be such a chaste kisser,” Thomas laughs as James keeps planting
kisses between his shoulder blades. They are in bed, limbs entangled in their
sheets but leaving enough bare skin for James to spoil Thomas a little. “Miranda
didn’t teach you much, did she?”
James only snorts and
kisses Thomas’ back again, this time pulling a little with his teeth. Thomas’
skin tastes faintly of the previous night still, sweat and saltiness and that
soft taste that is Thomas’ own. Thomas grins but he wriggles a little close to
James, humming under his breath when the kisses grow longer and more forceful,
travelling down the entire length of his back.
tried to,” Flint finally murmurs and the deep laugh that it draws from
Thomas makes his chest vibrate. It always feels like a wave that’s enveloping
him, that sound of richness and warmth and he wants to feel himself surrounded
by it forever.
There is a beard on Thomas’
lips now and for a moment James asks himself once more if he isn’t dreaming all
this. But no - the rest of him feels still the same, as incredible as it seems.
It is still Thomas, beneath the grime and sweat and the scars, visible as well
as invisible, that have accumulated over the years apart. The familiarity makes
James’ heart ache, but it is a good ache, like that of a seed pushing its way
through what used to be a surface made of nothing but hard rock.
They are both more
hesitant and more forceful now, filled with incredulity that this is truly
happening. The first kiss is hesitant but grows more desperate and longing soon
- neither of them can quite believe that this will last yet, so used are they
to fate ripping their happiness out of their hands.
It takes years for them
to realise that this time, it truly won’t, that each kiss is a gift that can be
given over and over again. As many times as they want.