#I left him in the oven too long hes actually SUPER burnt on his ass

[happyhumannoises2]

Korok terrarium I made for my desk :)

[lil-ms-dipst]

Basically just venting and me being super angry and stuff so read at your own discretion I just need to scream into the void:

I fucking HATE my job so much. It used to be tolerable, free food. Sure, I only got paid 8 an hour, but I like my co-workers, and free breadsticks!

But now its unbearable to be there. Its averaging 81-91 F (around 30-31 C I think? Not pulling out the calculator for that), so its hot as all hell outside, not to mention the humidity, which makes it so hard to breathe. And of course, my workplace doesnt have a fully functioning AC/Ventilation system. I brought it up with a manager and he said "oh well yea we have one" well it don't fucking work when I can literally feel the sweat ooze from my pores. I struggle to breathe due to the high humidity, which is only increased in the workplace because of all the liquids I imagine. I have to literally sit in the freezer for minutes at a time. It's like playing ping pong between freezing my ass off and suffocating in heat. Fuck.

And thats just the WEATHER! Even on a good day I have gripes. For one, nobody else that does closing shift fucking does Anything right. A couple weeks ago I cleaned the bane (where toppings and such go for easy access), and I didnt fully do it right. A manager even commented on it a couple days later. Keep in mind the bane is supposed to be cleaned daily, or even every other day if we're not messy. I cleaned the bane again Monday night, and it was JUST how I left it. But more dirty, of course. There was a literal puddle at the bottom of I don't even know, cheese sweat mixed with condensation?? So nobody properly fucking closes.

And then my managers are so fucking incompetent at keeping this place manageable. Besides the apparent lack of AC/ventilation, theres a constant leak or someshit under the prep table (where we store extra toppings and such), so water leaks out almost every night. I literally almost slipped and fell today from it. It also makes it harder to clean, try sweeping a wet floor. And also one of the freezers has had a broken light for literally MONTHS. Since March at the very least. So there's no light in the freezer. Sure it's not a necessity, but it'd sure as shit save time when we don't have to either A. Prop the door open so the light seeps through, or B. Turn on the flashlight on our phones. Just change the fucking lightbulb or whatever dude it shouldn't even be that hard! If you had to order a special replacement it should've been here by now.

Oh and did I mention the leaking from the ceiling? Water drips right above the fucking salad box containers and around there. So around where the managers hang out is soaking wet, and the dripping has been happening for so long its causing ceiling damage! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not to mention I swear nobody here actually fucking cleans. It smells awful in the freezer full of dough and I cannot pin down why. Plus nobody ever wipes down the doors, I think there's mold starting to grow on them? Oh, and speaking of mold, guess what's growing in the air vents in the kitchen! And nobody cleans the oven too from what I can tell. I look in there and it's covered in burnt pizza particles. We've had the health inspector come by before, I don't understand how we haven't been shut down yet. All we get told is we can't have a chair in the back (which I think is stupid, my knees start to feel locked up if I stand up for too long), and to keep our hair up. Our main higher up manager never fuckin does anything, you can find him asleep in his car out back! It's so annoying to know there's shit broken or dirty and you don't know how or if you're even allowed to fix shit. The fastest time something was replaced/fixed was when the microwave for managers to warm up garlic butter and whatnot was broken. OH speaking of broken shit did I mention the bane door/lid? That's broken too, one of the little stick out pines is gone. Makes opening and closing the lid very frustrating.

I plan on applying at the general store nearby soon if they're looking to hire. I'd prefer not to do cashier but I'd prefer that than the horrific fucking working conditions I'm in right now.

Uh anyway if you read through all this yay good job have this picture.

[ohmrlove]

They Meet Your Family (on Thanksgiving)

Hi everyone! Long time no see! Work is very busy, so I’m trying to get around that however I can! (≧▽≦)

I hung out with my family yesterday and one of my cousins brought her new boyfriend--then this!

🍷 Victor 🍷

Is both ready and not ready to meet your family. On the one hand, it’s autopilot business mode--keep conversation going, on the other hand, IT’S YOUR FAMILY

Is afraid he’ll come off too blunt or intimidating because he knows he has hardcore RBF (resting bitch face)

Mentally prepares himself for all the ass-kissing and gushing. Probably makes some funny jokes and bets about how many people are going to do it

If you want to join in on that bet and do something fun, say he has to pledge a dollar or whatever amount towards the next couple’s night just so you can destress from all that!

If you’re serious about putting that pledge money somewhere, he’ll flip a coin or will get someone to randomly pick a charity

Second-most likely to get into an argument with THAT family member (or members)

If he’s tasked to cook a side dish, expect him to cook it multiple times because EVEN THOUGH THIS MAN IS A BANGING CHEF, HE’S CONVINCED IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!

iT cOuLd bE bEtTeR

You finally tell him if he makes it again, and you have to eat more of it, you won’t eat any come the gathering. Suddenly the last batch is enough

Would also DEFINITELY come through and offer to get something special ordered or catered if lots of people are coming or the ovens will be tied up (or no one wants to cook)

Is actually super uncomfortable because he knows everyone’s going to kiss his ass and ask all the nosy questions for at least an hour or two

He’s the one people catch playing with kids or cats and they’re surprised at how nice and carefree he looks

If he can’t talk down or make it pointedly clear that someone’s conversation is making other people uncomfortable (or they’re just toeing the line of being an ass), there WILL be words

Or he will make it known just by leaving. That sends a pretty clear message

Wants to help set dishes or the table but ends up feeling like a bumbling idiot in someone else’s home and is shooed away for being a guest. Victor feels like a freeloader and doesn’t like it

The one who knows everyone’s name and their taboo subjects because he studied this shit (also, he’s really good with names/faces anyways

📢 Gavin 📢

Also has a milder version of RBF

He speaks abruptly but not to the point of being intimidating. Gavin’s just not one for a lot of words. Too complicated

Blushes really easy during those beginning awkward conversations? Look at his ears and neck!

Stumbles through the first few conversations and DEFINITELY has to ask people to repeat their names

Relaxes after about an hour or if he finds someone he can connect with--someone into sports or who likes a show he watches, or likes to drink.

Is way more active than Victor so he’s the perfect kid-chaser and playtime buddy. He’ll never get tired!

Tolerates kids pretty well but is in the mindset of lecturing them and/or explaining why they shouldn’t do something if he sees ‘bad behavior’ happening

Probably co-conspired with another family member to do a fake arrest or spin some story for a really misbehaving kid :o

He thought it was funny but the kid was scared to death. You’re not amused

Is proud of his cooking when it comes to you two, doesn’t want to share it with your family. Either bought something from the store to look helpful (”S/O brought ‘x’, I brought more drinks. I hope everyone likes them.”) or just left the prep to you. He bought the ingredients and carried it in though.

The one that’s ready to help set up outside chairs and tables

He’s the one that makes cooks happy because he goes back for second (and thirds)

Isn’t the best at taking pictures because his eyes end up closed or his wind blew his hair the wrong way, but they eventually get a good shot of him. Boy’s photogenic, just awkward.

🔬 Lucien 🔬

Considers it an event in people watching

It’s also a treasure hunt for your personality--where did you pick up your traits and quirks?

He’ll mentally track any strong genetics. Things like that fascinate him.

Is 100% mentally prepared for a lot of his work to go over people’s heads. He’s used to phrasing his research different ways

He’s an extremely adaptable conversationalist; he’s got a wide range of topics and knowledge at the ready! Lucien just has to want to talk about it

Very self-conscious about talking too much, and ends up doing the exact opposite

Can BS his way into looking calm, but is actually extremely shy and careful with his words. If not for his smile and kind, watchful gaze people would think he’s being stiff and short with them

Would MUCH rather chase any animals around the house or play with toddlers.

Will answer all the ‘BUT WHY?’ questions little kids have

The one who’s hungry but doesn’t want to make his plate. You sense this and make him one. Lucien is legitimately hungry but also relishes the excuse of having his face full so he can’t talk

Probably ends up getting roped into giving a few diagnosis even though he’s not that type of doctor. Would be honest and tell them he’s guessing, and that he’ll ask around his network of people for more info

Once his introvert/people battery is burnt out he’d very much like to leave (please help him leave)

Probably dozed off after all the food; I can see him sleeping with his head on your shoulder or off in a comfy chair in another room

If your family has a nice backyard or lots of trees and things, he’ll want to go on a post-meal walk to see the flora and fauna

Will help the kids try to catch bugs or teach them about animals he saw on his walk (with pictures, of course)

Overall, he made a nice impression. He’d end up being that weird but cool uncle that’s a nice hermit kind of guy.

🎤 Kiro 🎤

He knows there’s no easy or good way to include himself in your family.

Everyone’s going to freak out and gush about him, given who he is

The two of you tried to ease into things and drop hints but that ended up amping everyone up for a big reveal they DID NOT expect

He’s not super worried, given his Evol, but he will DEFINITELY come to your defense if someone accuses you of trying to be with him for money

He’s also especially sensitive and disgusted with people trying to hook up with him (they’re your family? You’re dating?! You think he’d CHEAT?!) and will call them out on the spot. No shame.

Kiro loves you--you’re his moon and sun!--and he won’t tolerate that FOR A SECOND!

Is low-key exhausted when people ask him all the standard nosy reporter questions

Kind of hates that they ask him about all his travels and other celebrities. He gets that it’s the allure of a ‘celebrity’ but he wanted to learn about THEM. They can search his name and get ALL this info!

If this goes on for too long and he starts to feel like a spectacle, you’ll get him out of there quick and just have a private Thanksgiving

Is super nice and helpful with any kids. Keeps them all distracted and from underfoot while cooking happens

Prefers the joy and company of kids way more because they’re more honest and less...back-stabby? Snake-ish? than adults who think they’re smart and clever

Records nice little messages and videos for the kids or their friends, but won’t live message anyone.

Teaches them some easy choreography in another room or open space like a backyard

Is the unexpected CHAMP of eating--can put almost everyone under the table

Goes HARD on desserts because his agent isn’t here to stop him. Also, it’s rude not to at least TRY the food he’s offered!

The type to complain about how much he ate while trying to reach for one more bite. Stop this man. He has no self control.

If the kids have a craft room (to keep them from being under foot) and they make anything for him--especially if it has his name, like a bead necklace or bracelet--THAT’S NOT COMING OFF! It’ll probably show up in some interviews.

Survives the social onslaught but definitely enjoys getting back to the quiet of the road

If it’s a really long way back or you two flew out to attend, he’s excited to get back to the hotel and relax with you.

Hope you liked it! Happy late Thanksgiving to those who celebrated it!

[addicted-to-dc]

Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

Gotham was full of geniuses, but some of them were psychotic.  Psychologists say genius is related to mental illness, hell, even being crazy, but that’s why you keep it to yourself.  Most intelligent people either were like that or had disabilities.  The Riddler was an excellent example, but that would be too simple.  It bugged you to know that people don’t understand what’s underneath the super villain and superhero label slapped onto their foreheads, to not understand what their motivations were and what caused them to resort to crime.  Mister Freeze, or Doctor Victor Fries, resorted to crime to save his wife from an incurable disease.  You understood why his efforts were stopped by heroes like Batman.  He harmed innocent people, and that was not what society allowed.  Even if the people he harmed were corrupt, their influence would allow them to get away with almost anything.  Poison Ivy, or Pamela Isley, was a botanist who took Eco-terrorism too seriously.  You also agreed that something should be done to protect the Earth and the life it supported, but not as much as she did.  Most of the people labeled ‘Villains’ were geniuses, but they just used their brains the wrong way.

Luckily for you, you weren’t like them at all.  Sure, maybe you agreed with their ideas, but the less extreme versions.  You agreed that the human race needed to stop harming the planet, but not by human extinction.  Humans are capable of using renewable energy to support their electronic needs, but of course they won’t do it.  Cures could be made if scientists would focus on the diseases rather than focusing on biological warfare and creating new heroes.  Humans would be a greater race if they would band together and stop the fighting, but you knew that it would take a long time for that to happen.  People want to have a Utopia where everything would work out, there would be no war, and everyone would be equal, but there are some who are the complete opposite.  There are people who want the be the superior race with all of the power, who think their self-interests are more important than the lives of others.  The Earth’s past clearly displays that there will always be someone who does not see others as their equals, including the pompous asshats who enjoy to pester and bully you whenever you step foot on Gotham Academy’s grounds.

It’s not like your intelligence went unnoticed in the halls of Gotham Academy.  You spent less than half of the day at the Academy taking classes, and the rest at Gotham University.  Your teachers were surprised to see you, a 16 year-old, have a higher IQ than them.  After that, you were taking classes that college students could barely understand.  Out of all of the classes you took, Psychology and Criminology were your favorites.  It was fascinating to learn what the human mind was capable of, and you used that to your advantage. It was annoying that the Academy still required you to take electives, but you only had to take them this year, and after that you’d be able to go to college with a full ride.  It was easier said than done, but that didn’t mean you had to go through it alone.  Most of the students thought you were insane, but you simply understood the world more than them.  Even your humor was based upon it, but not everyone appreciated it nor understood it.  You based most of your jokes on the superheroes and super villains of the world, and knew the identities of most of them.  

“Okay, class, today is your final grade for the year,” Mrs. Merz stated calmly.  “You are going to finish making your improved cake recipes for the baking competition.  Since the Seniors are not here, you’ll be a bit understaffed, but since you prepared your dry ingredients yesterday, you’ll have plenty of time to bake your cakes.”

Turning over to your partner, Damian Wayne, you asked, “Did you bring the decorations?”

“TT.  Of course I brought them,” Damian answered, gesturing to the bag near his feet.  “I still do not understand why we decided on the ‘Willy Wonka’ theme for this cake.”

You rolled your eyes and tied the apron around your waist, “This is supposed to be dessert, and Willy Wonka specializes in desserts.  Most of the imbeciles in this class are doing a superhero theme or something idiotic like the beach theme Tyler and his posse are making.”

Damian scowled and put his apron on, “I do detest them.”

“Yes, and their cake has more capsaicin in it than Batman’s smoke bombs,” you said and placed your improved recipe on the counter.  “They did not even test their recipe out at home.”

Damian smirked, “Not like you did.”

You scoffed, “Unlike them, I actually enjoy this class and plan on getting good grades.”

“Also, they do not have your cunning intelligence and wonderful personality,” Damian inputted while placing the dry ingredients into a bowl.  “They have no respect for anyone but themselves, maybe the occasional harlot that they have relations with, but mostly themselves.”

“I agree with that,” you said while looking at the recipe and pulling out more bowls and measuring cups.  “I’m going to go get the liquid ingredients.  While I do this, can you prepare the dry ingredients for the frosting?”

“Of course I can.”

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“Ow!” you shouted, placing your burnt finger under cold water.  “That’s hotter than Superman’s heat vision.”

“How would you know that?” Damian asked, stirring the raspberry frosting.  

“Have you ever heard the wonders of over exaggeration?” you asked, still running the cold water on your finger.  “Technically, if I had a piece of debris that Superman cut with his heat vision, I could tell how many degrees it would be.”

“You are full of many surprises, (Y/L/N),” Damian said and placed the bowl on the counter.  “Do you want me to take the cake out of the oven?  I think I can do it without burning myself.”

“I didn’t know the oven mitt was wet,” you muttered and gave him the other mitt, which was dry.

“Of course you didn’t,” Damian said and lifted the chocolate cake out of the oven.

You rolled your eyes and shut the faucet off when the pain in your finger died down, “Everyone makes mistakes, so stop bickering with me and criticize everyone’s cakes as ours cools off.”

Damian rolled his eyes and took the mitt off, tossing it onto the counter, “Fine.”

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“Their cake is greener than Poison Ivy,” you said while making a disgusted face.  “I did not see them add any green food coloring either.”

“Tyler’s cake is supposed to be grape, but it’s bluer than Mr. Freeze’s ass,” you stated, shuddering at the thought.  “Do you think his skin is baby blue or icy blue?”

“Why is this relevant?” Damian asked, poking at the cake to see if it was cool enough to start decorating.

You shrugged, “You know that my humor is mostly based on superheroes and supervillains, so answer the question already.”

“I believe it would be lighter than Icy Blue,” Damian admitted.  “The cake is ready.”

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“Damian, I need you to do something for me.”

Damian stopped sparring with Dick, looking over to his father with confusion, “What is it?”

“Come over to the Bat Computer and I will show you,” Bruce said, turning his chair around.

Dick gave Damian a puzzled look before following him over to the Bat Computer, frowning when he saw your photos on the screen.

“Why do you have (Y/N) on the screen, Bruce?” Dick asked with a puzzled expression.  “I’ve seen her around the college and the only terrible thing about her is her corny superhero jokes.”

Bruce rose a brow, clicking on a video file attached to your own file. “You’ve got Teen Titans, Young Justice, and the Justice League. Whats next? Toddlers of titanium?”

“What do you call an actress whose dress goes up in flames? Starfire.”

“I’m gonna wonder woman spin my way out of this.”

“I bet Aquaman hates Spongebob.”

“Robin’s mask literally only covers a fourth of his face, how has nobody recognized him yet! At least batman covers half of his!“

“Who the hell hides themselves behind a pair of glasses and a bitch curl-ooohh..”

“That pair of pants has more pockets than Batman’s utility belt.”

The last video showed you messing around with your glasses, taking them on and off saying: "Look I’m Superman! Wait, now I’m not!”

By the end of the clip, Dick was laughing while holding his stomach, which made Bruce give him an unamused expression.  Damian read over your file and noticed that you went to the same school he did, but you go to Gotham University for most of your classes.

“She obviously knows Clark’s identity,” Bruce stated, returning his attention to the screen, “and has a high IQ.  Damian, I want to see how much she knows, and if she’ll be a threat or not.”

“Oh, come on, Bruce!” Dick said, throwing his arms up into the air.  “(Y/N) might know our secret identities, but do you realize who you’re talking about?”

“Yes I do,” Bruce responded, “which is why I think Damian would be the perfect person to befriend her, and find out if she can be trusted.”

“I can handle it,” Damian stated.  “It is common knowledge that (Y/L/N) does not have any friends at the school, and she will be hesitant, but I’m sure I will figure something out.”

“Good, because our identities are at risk.”

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“So, Sherlock, are you gonna do it or what?!?!” Tyler shouted, waving his homework in front of your face.  “Or do I have to make you do it?!”

“You know, when you call me Sherlock, you’re admitting that I am smarter than you,” you smirked, not even flinching when his fist met the locker to the left of your face.

“Shut it, Watson!! If you’re not gonna do it, I’m going to kick the shit out of you, you insane freak!” he threatened.

You scoffed, “'If you’re going to insult me stick to one character per show.”

“That’s it!!” Tyler shouted, raising his fist.

Just as it was going to meet your face, Tyler was pulled away from you and thrown onto the ground.  You looked over to find Damian glaring at Tyler.

“If you ever touch her again, I swear I will-”

“Okay, Murder Kitten, I think we should get to class before we’re late,” you interrupted, grasping Damian’s hand before he murdered Tyler.

“TT, I wasn’t going to murder him,” Damian grumbled.

“Judging by your posture and feral look in your eyes, that’s a lie.”