Mistakes have been made
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cornerofmadnessI started in the coat closet because it's stupidly full of absolute bullshit in bags. Out of bags and just ridiculousness. My living room looks like a bomb went off. Four days of digging around and I'm not done. If my landlord saw this he'd probably pitch me. I have found a coat that slipped off the hanger that I DO NOT remember buying (but I suspect it was for doing Madam Christmas cosplay which I may never do again) I found art from the Tampa bay Renn fest that I've been wondering where it was for years. I found more art in there (haven't looked at it yet) that I'm praying isn't broken. Found Halloween stuff I forgot I bought.
I'm way too fucking outta sight outta mind.
ALso why do I have 100 used padded envelopes shoved in there wily nily? Oh I know why it started. Back in the day when my friends and I mailed stuff to each other a lot I kept them to reuse. I have zero need for this many. I think about three or four will be enough (I do use them at Christmas to send gifts)
However I have shit everywhere that needs to go back in there when I'm done and...I tripped over it going over backwards Luckily I had a grip on the door knob. Me and the door swung but we didn't go down. The knee isn't happy about this.
Tonight I met a friend and went to the Apple City Players who were putting on Clue at the Markay Theater, a nice, small art deco place. It was a lot of fun, dated to the 50s for sure which I wish they had made more of but it was done well (though some of these youngsters need to learn how to project in a theater) I keep saying I want to get involved and then I get lazy.
came home watched the new Matlock. Love what Bates is saying about older women and roles and doing something to change the unfairness of it. Disliked this show a lot. Don't need to see more.
Time for Friday's recs and my story of the week
Title: Just a Gigolo
Summary: It’s not the first time Charlie’s limo has driven up on him while he’s working a street corner but Angel hopes this is the last time. He’d love to never have to do this again.
Rating: teen
Author Note - Written forspikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge and the six words were Dynamic, Renounce, Oafish, Rainstorm, Fang & Persuade and for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
lyricaltitles for the prompt Pre-1950's song – Just a Gigolo by Bing Crosby 1930, and #9 obsession: bruises for whumptober and the allbingoprompt of If you don't want to be chased by the monster (or serial killer shark alien giant snake radioactive ants etc.) don't wear skimpy clothes or wet T-shirts.
Valentino had made Angel a simple proposition, renounce his loyalty to Charlie and he could have his pick of movies, costars, and the level of abuse he took on camera. If he didn’t, things would just get worse for him. Angel did everything he could to persuade Val not to force him into this choice. It was too horrible and hard. Naturally Valentino had zero interest in making life easy on Angel though he did look both shocked Angel refused to give in and angry over it.
That was how he ended up on a street corner in a deluge wearing nothing but a web-like bondage harness over his chest and the bondage belt with two of his arms already locked down to the straps on his thighs. His wide belt had a pocket in it because his thong-backed red panties sure as fuck didn’t. He’d been given to Stalker, the Overlord to be brutally fucked. Stalker had territory nearest his father’s territory, after getting told he was working the street corner until he was picked back up once the overlord was done with him. Valentino probably hoped Henroin or one of his many minions spotted him, not that they’d help him. He wasn’t exactly making money. No one wanted to go trolling for whores in a ridiculous rainstorm.
Hearing a car approaching, Angel struck a pose against the lamppost. Maybe it was Valentino coming to fetch him or at least give him back his clothes and his phone. The limo that pulled up to the curb wasn’t Val’s but Angel wasted no time pulling the door open. He’d apologize to Charlie for making her see him in this get up. She’d understand and not judge him more than he could bear. When he leaned in, it wasn’t just Charlie and Vaggie inside. Husk and Lucifer were with them too. Fantastic, he looked oafish and offensive in front of the lord of hell
“Was there a party invitation I missed?” he asked.
“It looks like you already found the wrong party.” Husk circled a claw around his face. Angel touched his own face and all the bruising there. His eyes would probably be swollen shut by morning.
“Angel, get in,” Vaggie said impatiently. “It’s raining inside the vehicle.”
Angel made eye contact with Lucifer, wondering if he’d be as welcoming. Lucifer gestured and was suddenly holding a towel. Angel climbed in but sat on the limo’s floor as he took the towel.
“Thanks.” He started mopping up, a little surprised to see the towel come away bloody. He hadn’t realized the bites and whip lashes were still bleeding.
“What happened, Angel?” Charlie asked as the limo started down the highway.
“Oh, wait, don’t take me too far away. If I’m not on the corner with the money when Valentino sends for me….” He thrust a hand out.
Charlie crossed her arms. “I’m not leaving you on a street corner bleeding in the rain.”
“What is Val pissed about this time?” Husk asked.
Lucifer rapped on the divider between the limo and the driver. “Take us to Vee Tower first.”
“Yes, sir.”
Angel glanced at him curiously and more than a little nervous. He wasn’t ready to see Valentino and he sure as shit feared what would happen if he showed up with the lord of hell at his side. “I don’t understand.”
“How much does Valentino want you to earn out there?” Lucifer jerked a thumb at the window.
“He didn’t say. This is punishment.” Angel said, draping the towel over his crotch. He couldn’t be more self-conscious, not with this group of people being there and all looking at his parts. “And it’s not what I did, Husk. It’s what I didn’t do.”
“Which was,” Husk prompted.
Angel sagged, wanting so much to stretch out on his belly or side to get off his aching ass. He didn’t want a bunch of questions. He wanted to protect Charlie from this but maybe it was better she knew because catching her unawares could be worse. “I’m to spy on Charlie and then come back to Vee Tower to live. It can’t have escaped anyone’s notice that the Vees have been flexing their muscle since Alastor lost to Adam. They’re taking that as a sign. No offense to you, sire, but they don’t think you’re much interested in what goes on down here.”
Lucifer flushed. It was the truth. He was an absentee lord. Angel understood better now why that was. He was all too familiar with depression and what it could do. “They’re wrong.”
“Maybe so but they don’t know that. When I said I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt Charlie, I was sold to an overlord for the day. He did this.” Angel twisted so they could see the whip marks up and down his back. Charlie gasped and grabbed Vaggie’s hand. “And then they put me on the street very close to my father’s territory with no phone. I’m not sure if Val was hoping my father would spot me or if he wanted me to hobble into Papi’s place looking for help. I can’t get my arms free. Valentino’s overlord buddy, Stalker, has the key.”
Lucifer leaned forward, touching the cuffs that were locked onto Angel’s thighs and the metal shattered. Angel curled his freed arms up against his torso.
Angel fought to keep from trembling between his gratitude, humiliation and nerves. He muttered, “Thanks again.”
“He did this because you were protecting me,” Charlie said. “Angel, you shouldn’t let him hurt you to protect me.”
“I’d rather he hurt me than you, Charlie. I’m used to it.” Angel balled a fist in the towel over his lap. “I’m the one in hell for reasons. Besides, this is my job, you know. Just a gigolo, everywhere I go people know the part I'm playing,” he crooned her a little of the Bing Crosby song.
“Oh Angel,” Charlie said sadly.
“I’ll be okay, Charlie, until I go back to work tomorrow. Who knows what Val has in mind for that. I wish he’d just let me finish filming our horror movie because that’s actually fun.” Sighing, Angel shifted the towel around so he could stretch out on his side after all. He curled his legs up a bit so he wouldn’t be all over everyone’s feet. “Or I wish he’d at least give me back my clothes or my phone at the very least. Husk, take some pictures of me if you will.”
“Why?” Husk made a face. “Oh, evidence.”
“Yeah like I said, I was next to Henroin’s territory. These pictures will either have him over at the other overlord’s throwing a party because my dad gives literally no shits about me or he’ll rub Stalker out because he hurt someone he shares blood with.”
“Stirring the pot isn’t a great idea Angel,” Vaggie said.
“No but it’s happening one way or the other. If Husk doesn’t take the pictures, I’ll do it myself when we’re home. This guy was a freak. He deserves whatever happens to him.” Angel shuddered. “When he had me tied down to the bed he kept screaming in my face about what kind of great serial killer he was and all of hell should respect him more. ‘I killed thirty-two little bitches just like you, you sad pink little cunt.’” He scowled. “I really wanted to scream back, ‘look testa di merda I was a mob enforcer and my kill count is twice yours and none of them were defenseless women.’”
“Well that answers the question of why Angel wouldn’t say what career he had when you were doing your get-to-know-each-other thing, Charlie.” Husk took out his phone and started taking pictures.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t see that new little oarfish bastard Charlie brought into the hotel sharing either.” Angel sulked.
“I think Baxter is an anglerfish,” Vaggie said.
Angel harrumphed. “Either way he belongs in Vox’s aquarium.”
“Angel, be nice. Baxter is new and he’s trying,” Charlie said.
“Though he did conduct an experiment that stank up the hotel, which is why we’re all here ,” Vaggie said. “We went to the park for a while. Niffty wanted to stay behind to help clean, quite excited by it. Who knows where Alastor cleared off to.”
Angel grimaced showing all his fangs. He was still getting used to the new dynamic at the hotel with Baxter and how much he missed Pentious. Apparently Baxter was the one who created the egg bois and had come to the hotel mostly for their sake and maybe he missed Pentious too even though they’d had a falling out. “What about poor Fat Nuggets?”
Lucifer pointed to the divider. “He’s up front with the driver because he took a liking to her.”
“Ah well thanks for taking care of my baby when I couldn’t. I appreciate it,” Angel said, tucking an arm under his head, trying to get comfortable.
He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew Lucifer was getting back into the limo. He set a shopping bag next to answer. “Your clothes and phone are in there.”
Angel rubbed his eyes. “What did you do, sir?”
“Explained in very simple terms that you will be back to make your movie in a couple of days once you healed up and that better care should be taken of my daughter’s friend unless I take a keen interest in Vee Tower.” Lucifer smiled in such a feral way Angel hope it was never directed at him. “Valentino wasn’t impressed. Vox was and he seems to run things. Apparently you also ran off on this Stalker fellow. He was raising holy hell with Valentino. I said I could easily swing by there too if he wished. Suddenly all complaints had been withdrawn.”
“Hey, I was told I had to go work the street once Stalker was finished. He fell asleep, that’s him being finished,” Angel protested, even though, yes he had run off. He had been tired of being hurt. “Thank you, sir. You didn’t have to do any of that.”
“If he’s harming you as a way to hurt Charlie, then yes it is something I needed to do.” Lucifer cocked his head. “Is the movie you wanted to get back to called Night of the Twinks or is Valentino plotting again thinking I wouldn’t know.”
“That’s the one.” Angel snickered. “Sorry, just thinking about Ben, one of my co-stars.”
“The one who gave you the hallucinogen party pack?” Husk asked.
Angel grimaced, remembering his recent fall off Vee Tower. “No, that was Mort. Ben’s the one talking about how to survive a horror film. Never get chased by a serial killer wearing skimpy clothes.” He gestured to his outfit. “I failed that one. If I hadn’t run off, you’d probably have found my respawning self drowning in a gutter.”
“We did establish you are never surviving a horror movie alone.” Vaggie smiled gently.
He snorted. “I’m surviving to the end, babe. Wait and see.”
“Says the man who has a hundred wounds I’m going to have to help him with when we get home.” Husk pointed out.
“Hey, I’m the big bad of my horror film at least. I get to turn the tables on some of the big bad wolves. I’d get you all tickets but all I’d get in return is Charlie watching from between her fingers, Vaggie going ‘ew’ and you writing up a ten page critique.” Angel narrowed his eyes at Husk. “And I’m not sure how Lord Lucifer feels about porn, which is probably for the best.”
“Definitely for the best,” Lucifer agreed.
“Are we even going home by the way?”
Charlie shook her head. “We’re spending the night at Dad’s. Baxter thinks the place will be aired out by tomorrow.”
“Fantastic,” Angel grunted. “If no one minds, I’m not putting on my clothes until the whip marks and the bites stop bleeding or someone helps dress them for me. Oh, wait, does this mean I can see your rubber duck collection, sir?”
“Following a conversation with you requires cue cards,” Lucifer said, shaking his head.
“That would be the cocaine,” Husk said dryly.
Angel shot them a sour look. “I’m soberish.”
“Tell it to your dilated pupils.” Vaggie snorted.
“I did say ish.”
“Regardless, “Lucifer said, redirecting them. “Yes you may see the ducks. You can even have a couple if you’d like.”
“I would love that, thank you.” Angel sobered up. “Seriously, thanks for everything. I appreciate the rescue even if it was happenstance. I was getting ready to hike to Arackniss’s place. My brother isn’t always happy to see me but he’d have helped hide me from the serial killer who was bound to show up at any time if he was on the phone bitching to Val. The life of a gigolo isn’t easy or safe.”
“We’re glad we saw you too,” Charlie said. “We will always help you, Angel.”
“Appreciate that more than you know.”
Angel shut his eyes again against the pain. When he slipped back into sleep, he dreamed of being a twenty foot tall big bad with an army of happy, yellow rubber ducks.
The first rec below has unlocked a new desire (a highly unlikely one) someone has done a song AND animationof someone's Owl House AU. How frakking cool is that?!?
Jabberwocky [Animation]. The Owl House
Still Holding On FAKE
Art: Foxy Mysterious Lotus Casebook
[ART] Cat Fight! Wolverine/Sabertooth NSFW
His Captain's Favour Hornblower - C. S. Forester
Someone To Lean On Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Vainglorious Ventriloquy Hazbin Hotel
The Right of Rule The Owl House
I'm way too fucking outta sight outta mind.
ALso why do I have 100 used padded envelopes shoved in there wily nily? Oh I know why it started. Back in the day when my friends and I mailed stuff to each other a lot I kept them to reuse. I have zero need for this many. I think about three or four will be enough (I do use them at Christmas to send gifts)
However I have shit everywhere that needs to go back in there when I'm done and...I tripped over it going over backwards Luckily I had a grip on the door knob. Me and the door swung but we didn't go down. The knee isn't happy about this.
Tonight I met a friend and went to the Apple City Players who were putting on Clue at the Markay Theater, a nice, small art deco place. It was a lot of fun, dated to the 50s for sure which I wish they had made more of but it was done well (though some of these youngsters need to learn how to project in a theater) I keep saying I want to get involved and then I get lazy.
came home watched the new Matlock. Love what Bates is saying about older women and roles and doing something to change the unfairness of it. Disliked this show a lot. Don't need to see more.
Time for Friday's recs and my story of the week
Title: Just a Gigolo
Summary: It’s not the first time Charlie’s limo has driven up on him while he’s working a street corner but Angel hopes this is the last time. He’d love to never have to do this again.
Rating: teen
Author Note - Written for
spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge and the six words were Dynamic, Renounce, Oafish, Rainstorm, Fang & Persuade and for lyricaltitles for the prompt Pre-1950's song – Just a Gigolo by Bing Crosby 1930, and #9 obsession: bruises for whumptober and the allbingoprompt of If you don't want to be chased by the monster (or serial killer shark alien giant snake radioactive ants etc.) don't wear skimpy clothes or wet T-shirts.Valentino had made Angel a simple proposition, renounce his loyalty to Charlie and he could have his pick of movies, costars, and the level of abuse he took on camera. If he didn’t, things would just get worse for him. Angel did everything he could to persuade Val not to force him into this choice. It was too horrible and hard. Naturally Valentino had zero interest in making life easy on Angel though he did look both shocked Angel refused to give in and angry over it.
That was how he ended up on a street corner in a deluge wearing nothing but a web-like bondage harness over his chest and the bondage belt with two of his arms already locked down to the straps on his thighs. His wide belt had a pocket in it because his thong-backed red panties sure as fuck didn’t. He’d been given to Stalker, the Overlord to be brutally fucked. Stalker had territory nearest his father’s territory, after getting told he was working the street corner until he was picked back up once the overlord was done with him. Valentino probably hoped Henroin or one of his many minions spotted him, not that they’d help him. He wasn’t exactly making money. No one wanted to go trolling for whores in a ridiculous rainstorm.
Hearing a car approaching, Angel struck a pose against the lamppost. Maybe it was Valentino coming to fetch him or at least give him back his clothes and his phone. The limo that pulled up to the curb wasn’t Val’s but Angel wasted no time pulling the door open. He’d apologize to Charlie for making her see him in this get up. She’d understand and not judge him more than he could bear. When he leaned in, it wasn’t just Charlie and Vaggie inside. Husk and Lucifer were with them too. Fantastic, he looked oafish and offensive in front of the lord of hell
“Was there a party invitation I missed?” he asked.
“It looks like you already found the wrong party.” Husk circled a claw around his face. Angel touched his own face and all the bruising there. His eyes would probably be swollen shut by morning.
“Angel, get in,” Vaggie said impatiently. “It’s raining inside the vehicle.”
Angel made eye contact with Lucifer, wondering if he’d be as welcoming. Lucifer gestured and was suddenly holding a towel. Angel climbed in but sat on the limo’s floor as he took the towel.
“Thanks.” He started mopping up, a little surprised to see the towel come away bloody. He hadn’t realized the bites and whip lashes were still bleeding.
“What happened, Angel?” Charlie asked as the limo started down the highway.
“Oh, wait, don’t take me too far away. If I’m not on the corner with the money when Valentino sends for me….” He thrust a hand out.
Charlie crossed her arms. “I’m not leaving you on a street corner bleeding in the rain.”
“What is Val pissed about this time?” Husk asked.
Lucifer rapped on the divider between the limo and the driver. “Take us to Vee Tower first.”
“Yes, sir.”
Angel glanced at him curiously and more than a little nervous. He wasn’t ready to see Valentino and he sure as shit feared what would happen if he showed up with the lord of hell at his side. “I don’t understand.”
“How much does Valentino want you to earn out there?” Lucifer jerked a thumb at the window.
“He didn’t say. This is punishment.” Angel said, draping the towel over his crotch. He couldn’t be more self-conscious, not with this group of people being there and all looking at his parts. “And it’s not what I did, Husk. It’s what I didn’t do.”
“Which was,” Husk prompted.
Angel sagged, wanting so much to stretch out on his belly or side to get off his aching ass. He didn’t want a bunch of questions. He wanted to protect Charlie from this but maybe it was better she knew because catching her unawares could be worse. “I’m to spy on Charlie and then come back to Vee Tower to live. It can’t have escaped anyone’s notice that the Vees have been flexing their muscle since Alastor lost to Adam. They’re taking that as a sign. No offense to you, sire, but they don’t think you’re much interested in what goes on down here.”
Lucifer flushed. It was the truth. He was an absentee lord. Angel understood better now why that was. He was all too familiar with depression and what it could do. “They’re wrong.”
“Maybe so but they don’t know that. When I said I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt Charlie, I was sold to an overlord for the day. He did this.” Angel twisted so they could see the whip marks up and down his back. Charlie gasped and grabbed Vaggie’s hand. “And then they put me on the street very close to my father’s territory with no phone. I’m not sure if Val was hoping my father would spot me or if he wanted me to hobble into Papi’s place looking for help. I can’t get my arms free. Valentino’s overlord buddy, Stalker, has the key.”
Lucifer leaned forward, touching the cuffs that were locked onto Angel’s thighs and the metal shattered. Angel curled his freed arms up against his torso.
Angel fought to keep from trembling between his gratitude, humiliation and nerves. He muttered, “Thanks again.”
“He did this because you were protecting me,” Charlie said. “Angel, you shouldn’t let him hurt you to protect me.”
“I’d rather he hurt me than you, Charlie. I’m used to it.” Angel balled a fist in the towel over his lap. “I’m the one in hell for reasons. Besides, this is my job, you know. Just a gigolo, everywhere I go people know the part I'm playing,” he crooned her a little of the Bing Crosby song.
“Oh Angel,” Charlie said sadly.
“I’ll be okay, Charlie, until I go back to work tomorrow. Who knows what Val has in mind for that. I wish he’d just let me finish filming our horror movie because that’s actually fun.” Sighing, Angel shifted the towel around so he could stretch out on his side after all. He curled his legs up a bit so he wouldn’t be all over everyone’s feet. “Or I wish he’d at least give me back my clothes or my phone at the very least. Husk, take some pictures of me if you will.”
“Why?” Husk made a face. “Oh, evidence.”
“Yeah like I said, I was next to Henroin’s territory. These pictures will either have him over at the other overlord’s throwing a party because my dad gives literally no shits about me or he’ll rub Stalker out because he hurt someone he shares blood with.”
“Stirring the pot isn’t a great idea Angel,” Vaggie said.
“No but it’s happening one way or the other. If Husk doesn’t take the pictures, I’ll do it myself when we’re home. This guy was a freak. He deserves whatever happens to him.” Angel shuddered. “When he had me tied down to the bed he kept screaming in my face about what kind of great serial killer he was and all of hell should respect him more. ‘I killed thirty-two little bitches just like you, you sad pink little cunt.’” He scowled. “I really wanted to scream back, ‘look testa di merda I was a mob enforcer and my kill count is twice yours and none of them were defenseless women.’”
“Well that answers the question of why Angel wouldn’t say what career he had when you were doing your get-to-know-each-other thing, Charlie.” Husk took out his phone and started taking pictures.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t see that new little oarfish bastard Charlie brought into the hotel sharing either.” Angel sulked.
“I think Baxter is an anglerfish,” Vaggie said.
Angel harrumphed. “Either way he belongs in Vox’s aquarium.”
“Angel, be nice. Baxter is new and he’s trying,” Charlie said.
“Though he did conduct an experiment that stank up the hotel, which is why we’re all here ,” Vaggie said. “We went to the park for a while. Niffty wanted to stay behind to help clean, quite excited by it. Who knows where Alastor cleared off to.”
Angel grimaced showing all his fangs. He was still getting used to the new dynamic at the hotel with Baxter and how much he missed Pentious. Apparently Baxter was the one who created the egg bois and had come to the hotel mostly for their sake and maybe he missed Pentious too even though they’d had a falling out. “What about poor Fat Nuggets?”
Lucifer pointed to the divider. “He’s up front with the driver because he took a liking to her.”
“Ah well thanks for taking care of my baby when I couldn’t. I appreciate it,” Angel said, tucking an arm under his head, trying to get comfortable.
He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew Lucifer was getting back into the limo. He set a shopping bag next to answer. “Your clothes and phone are in there.”
Angel rubbed his eyes. “What did you do, sir?”
“Explained in very simple terms that you will be back to make your movie in a couple of days once you healed up and that better care should be taken of my daughter’s friend unless I take a keen interest in Vee Tower.” Lucifer smiled in such a feral way Angel hope it was never directed at him. “Valentino wasn’t impressed. Vox was and he seems to run things. Apparently you also ran off on this Stalker fellow. He was raising holy hell with Valentino. I said I could easily swing by there too if he wished. Suddenly all complaints had been withdrawn.”
“Hey, I was told I had to go work the street once Stalker was finished. He fell asleep, that’s him being finished,” Angel protested, even though, yes he had run off. He had been tired of being hurt. “Thank you, sir. You didn’t have to do any of that.”
“If he’s harming you as a way to hurt Charlie, then yes it is something I needed to do.” Lucifer cocked his head. “Is the movie you wanted to get back to called Night of the Twinks or is Valentino plotting again thinking I wouldn’t know.”
“That’s the one.” Angel snickered. “Sorry, just thinking about Ben, one of my co-stars.”
“The one who gave you the hallucinogen party pack?” Husk asked.
Angel grimaced, remembering his recent fall off Vee Tower. “No, that was Mort. Ben’s the one talking about how to survive a horror film. Never get chased by a serial killer wearing skimpy clothes.” He gestured to his outfit. “I failed that one. If I hadn’t run off, you’d probably have found my respawning self drowning in a gutter.”
“We did establish you are never surviving a horror movie alone.” Vaggie smiled gently.
He snorted. “I’m surviving to the end, babe. Wait and see.”
“Says the man who has a hundred wounds I’m going to have to help him with when we get home.” Husk pointed out.
“Hey, I’m the big bad of my horror film at least. I get to turn the tables on some of the big bad wolves. I’d get you all tickets but all I’d get in return is Charlie watching from between her fingers, Vaggie going ‘ew’ and you writing up a ten page critique.” Angel narrowed his eyes at Husk. “And I’m not sure how Lord Lucifer feels about porn, which is probably for the best.”
“Definitely for the best,” Lucifer agreed.
“Are we even going home by the way?”
Charlie shook her head. “We’re spending the night at Dad’s. Baxter thinks the place will be aired out by tomorrow.”
“Fantastic,” Angel grunted. “If no one minds, I’m not putting on my clothes until the whip marks and the bites stop bleeding or someone helps dress them for me. Oh, wait, does this mean I can see your rubber duck collection, sir?”
“Following a conversation with you requires cue cards,” Lucifer said, shaking his head.
“That would be the cocaine,” Husk said dryly.
Angel shot them a sour look. “I’m soberish.”
“Tell it to your dilated pupils.” Vaggie snorted.
“I did say ish.”
“Regardless, “Lucifer said, redirecting them. “Yes you may see the ducks. You can even have a couple if you’d like.”
“I would love that, thank you.” Angel sobered up. “Seriously, thanks for everything. I appreciate the rescue even if it was happenstance. I was getting ready to hike to Arackniss’s place. My brother isn’t always happy to see me but he’d have helped hide me from the serial killer who was bound to show up at any time if he was on the phone bitching to Val. The life of a gigolo isn’t easy or safe.”
“We’re glad we saw you too,” Charlie said. “We will always help you, Angel.”
“Appreciate that more than you know.”
Angel shut his eyes again against the pain. When he slipped back into sleep, he dreamed of being a twenty foot tall big bad with an army of happy, yellow rubber ducks.
The first rec below has unlocked a new desire (a highly unlikely one) someone has done a song AND animationof someone's Owl House AU. How frakking cool is that?!?
Jabberwocky [Animation]. The Owl House
Still Holding On FAKE
Art: Foxy Mysterious Lotus Casebook
[ART] Cat Fight! Wolverine/Sabertooth NSFW
His Captain's Favour Hornblower - C. S. Forester
Someone To Lean On Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Vainglorious Ventriloquy Hazbin Hotel
The Right of Rule The Owl House
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Date: 2024-10-19 08:32 am (UTC)Can you make a "donate" and a "toss" pile on furniture where you can't trip over it -for now, obviously-? And put everything that's on neither back in the closest? I wished I could help you, but all I can do is send you good vibes and cross my fingers. Maybe one thing - do you have a cleaning playlist? I find putting on upbeat music helps me a little, particularly with longer projects.
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Date: 2024-10-19 11:08 am (UTC)I'm glad you didn't go down, but sorry you twinged your knee. I hope it feels better today.
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Date: 2024-10-20 02:24 am (UTC)thanks me too re: the knee
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Date: 2024-10-20 02:26 am (UTC)oh I definitely have piles but the piles are getting stupid large too (seriously, is this closet the TARDIS?!?) I appreciate the thought but oddly I prefer to do this myself (for so many reasons all of them with me being a control freak)
I use cleaning time as my podcast time
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:52 am (UTC)Is there a way for you to check where you can take the piles you want to get rid of (& check the opening hours) and maybe do a first run of that? I know it's annoying to do more than one, but it might help with motivation if you don't have to balance everything on top of vast piles? (Also, not sure if it works for you but maybe take pictures to remind yourself of what you've already achieved later?)
Ohhh, also a good option! :)
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