#I’m just so UGHHHHHH I feel so weird

[champurradolouis]

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[dionysuswearsanorangetracksuit]

i used to be so smart what the fuck happened

[gameralica]

Omg I don’t even like shuake but this is so fucking true I will never forgive Altus for deleting the yosuke romance

the way atlus keeps writing genuinely amazing queer lovestories and refuses to make them canon for absolutely no reason is the most frustrating thing

[vampiric-succulent]

y’all not one of my best friends cuddling with one of my other best friends rn and they’re the only two other people who are at my house rn. we were all hanging out but one of them like physically LATCHED onto the other. and now I feel like I’m mega third wheeling.

[war-of-the-skies]

“Two weeks.” The hero said as the restaurant bustled around them. The hero waited for a reply but got ignored instead. “Two. weeks.” The villain nodded, not looking up from the menu. “Do you even hear me?”

“Oh, I hear you just fine. And I’m starting to wish I couldn’t.” They put the menu down in front of them, giving the hero a glare.

“I don’t. Understand.” The hero says sternly, leaning forward across the table.

“What is it that you don’t understand?” The villian doesn’t break eye contact. And if looks could kill…

“You’ve kept me hostage for two weeks. And you haven’t done anything to me except take me out to a restaurant. What do you want with me?”

The truth was that the villain was payed a lot of money for this. To keep the hero inactive while a group of low level criminals can run round without anyone to stop them. And they have their ways of avoiding the police. “If torture is what you want, then that can be arranged.” The villain doesn’t have to say anymore than that for the hero to sit back down politely.

The hero knew well enough, themselves, that the villains threats weren’t empty. And the only thing stopping the hero from screaming for help is their stubborn mind telling them that they don’t need any, and that they can handle themselves on their own. That, and the fact that the hero would feel like a burden.

After the hero had gone quiet, the villain looked down at the hero’s food. Unsurprisingly, they hadn’t touched it. “I bought that. You’re going to eat it.”

The hero looked up to the villain, locking eyes with them, and then back down at the food, before picking up their fork and scraping a few peas into their mouth. The hero tried to hide how hungry they were. They didn’t want to owe anything to the villain, so they will not satisfy them by seeing them like this. They put down the fork, and sit up straight. “There.”

“You and I both know how hungry you are. You’ve refused to eat for days.”

“Maybe, if you let me go, I could feed myself.” The hero replies, optimistically, only for the villain to look back down at the hero’s plate, before something else catches their attention. The hero’s water. It looked weird in a way. Cloudy.

“Eat more.” The villain mumbles, only for the hero to cross their arms across their chest. “So you’re going to just starve yourself? That’s a bit stupid.”

“Fine.” The hero picks up the glass of water, trying to make a point. The hero tips it up.

“Don’t drink that.” The villain snaps.

“Shut up.” The hero’s voice echoes in the glass.

“I said, don’t.” The villian snatches it from them, aggressively. But the hero tries to snatch it back.

“So you’ll let me eat but won’t let me drink?” The hero goes to grab it again but the villain pulls it away. “Do you think this is funny or something?” They stand up, and walk round the table but the villain downs the drink before the hero can grab it. “Ughhhhhh. You’re a pain in the ass, do you know that?”

“We should go.” The villain grabs their jacket and throws it over their shoulders. “It’s getting late.”

“Why, so you can trap me in my room again? It’s not even late.”

But the villain can’t hear them. The world instantly starts spinning around them and their vision blurs, their ears are blocked by a head splitting ringing. They try to focus on one spot on the table while the hero continues to haul rude insults at them. The villain tries to get up to go to the bathroom but the hero stops and turns to them.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The hero accuses them, one hand on their hip. The villain raises a hand at them.

“bathroom.” The villain slurs before collapsing to their knees. Someone had put something in that drink and it was meant for the hero. Someone was after them. But who?

[ellecdc]

i’m absolutely loving the relationship between james and whimsical reader

cause that little guy really loves his friends

and who better to have as a friend then a weird girl who just wants the best for everyone

just wanted to say that, i’m loving the angst but i really appreciate how u haven’t just left background characters flat and uninvolved

i love that u make him stand up for her and just go alone with whatever she says that actually very deep and personal to me and has been weighing heavily on my brain <3

Thank you so much lovely! I feel like most of my best writing is actually through dialogue (I’m shit at describing location and pretence and action etc) but banter???? I’ve been training for that my whole life, let me in coach. So I’m v quick to be like “okay, we need a little comedic relief from our buddies over here”

I can totally see James & reader talking and her going on about some creature or the stars or auras and him being like “oh yeah, bet. That’s whack” like no ifs ands or buts. If it’s real to her, it’s real to him

He’s just the best friend ughhhhhh

Love you so much! Thanks for being here with me 💖🫶

[kaylapocalypse]

I am loving one piece so much. It’s so good. It’s like Hunter Hunter but slightly better conceived and I’m saying that as someone who LOVES Hunter Hunter

Zoro is the best and I love him for all the same reasons I love all the knights of the round table.

Then I love Koby because I have a weakness for cute characters. He is pink 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Then I think it’s Usopp. He’s so sweet and trying to hard and even though he’s the weakest, he’s so valuable, very much the second heart of the crew

Then probably Sanji but I do NOT like pervert/girl crazy character archetypes. He’d be closer to Zoro if not for that. I know he gets better and his backstory DID make me cry and he is so fucking pretty but ughhhhhh

Nami is a delight but I already know I’m going to like Robin more. Nami is my favorite comic relief though. The combination of her and Usopp is my favorite they are hysterical together.

I do not like princess vivi! I know she’s stressed out but she is also boring!

I can feel Robin’s unhinged energy just rolling off of her and I can’t wait to know more

Buggy is powerfully annoying to me but I saw fan art of him that was very hot so now I’m in a weird place about him. Because usually I would be like 😡 but so far every single person who is very far in the series keeps screaming at me that he’s going to be great and unlike princess vivi I’m willing to give him a chance.

Weirdly I super LOVE Garp. He’s so chaotic and funny and I loved him in both the live action and the anime.

Mihawk is the gayest looking character I’ve seen in a WHILE. His cunty facial hair and boat design lmaooo I know what you are.

Helmeppo is similarly gay, but in a brat way. I do NOT ship him and Koby, the vibes of that would be too weird. The scene in the live action where Zoro catches him nakedly playing with his swords is by far one of the funniest things I’d seen in a month. The tension, the horror, the awful punishment haircut. I know he spends ALLLL his time with Koby but the idea of him nursing a long-standing crush on Zoro is too funny for me to give up.

Shanks is both daddy and a slut. It’s unceasingly hysterical that whenever luffy meets someone shanks knew they’re like 🥴 the way anyone would if they ran into an Ex’s child. Confusion, mild disgust, anger, exasperation, disbelief, and lastly: a strange jolt of love and longing.

And luffy! Oh I could sigh forever over that kid. He’s funny yeah but he’s also scary??? And tender??? And his heart is so big. I love the way the other characters look up to him so much

I’m having a wonderful time!!!! I love everyone so much, even the characters that annoy me!

[air3d3lalm3na]

I WILL break this cycle holy shit!!

Work had a guy not come to pick up his food. So, when I saw a fella going to this food donation box that a church had nearby, I just gave it all to him. I have food. He could use it more.

Yeah, well, i ended up walking with him, and having way too long of a conversation. he knows shit about my situation, because I related it to make him not feel pitied. And also because, holy shit, I am just not getting the social interaction right now.

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Well, today, I was in town again on my day off. Sitting on a bench waiting for the bus. My one coworker sees me and stops to chat. Older English guy, tough, but/and nice guy. I read him as 60s or even 70s, but after some time working together, turns out the mf is just a grizzled white haired 59 or something like it…? ! Functioning alcoholic life’s been hardening to him.

Then, almost instantly, the first dude rolls up. I tell coworker I met the guy yesterday and make an excuse to leave with him. Dude was giving me the creeps.

We walk to the bar/restaurant where he was headed anyway. He says that the rando is creepy and looks like a pedophile to him.

Just ughhhhhh. I told him briefly what I did.

This man knows where I work now!! Hope to god he doesnt remember my name. He even tried to invite me over yesterday…as in, to come over whenever…gave my his number and apartment code and shit… but I brushed it off……. Blegh

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My grandmother and mother were like this. They took on charity cases constantly. No matter how creepy and weird. Mom had childhood trauma from one of them who was staying in their house, living with them… Nana thought it was like, her mission and had a religious aspect to it. That aside, she was the sweetest kindest person and it got heavily taken advantage of. And grew up in a small town to boot — all of this meant that, years ago, Granddad knew he couldn’t take a job in New York thanks to it…she’d come home from a day trip to our smaller city and be like “oh…where’s my wallet…where’s that other thing that was in my pocket…oh dear” She was basically Snow White in the flesh. Just lacking the dwarves and animals.

My mom took on all these people to try to “fix” and “heal” them. I think to vicariously solve her own PTSD and fill the void. She was a psychology major and worked in the field and yeah….. There were just not enough boundaries. Much much more than her mother had had. But some part of her was stuck in this cycle of fixing them instead of fixing her own pain. She regretted it later and we had talks about it. She apologized….

These people are drawn to us like frigging flies from all walks of life and it’s why I got tough. To shut them out and create real boundaries, out of codependency.

Need to put in zero appearances in town but for work. If he shows up there and gets creepy on me — I hate to think of doing it, but I’m calling the cops. Restraining order time………….hopefully it won’t come to that.

[they-might-be-ultramen]

Feel like I’ve been doing poorly lately more often than not, so when I next have an appt with my psychiatrist I should talk to her about figuring out meds again, but it sucks so much to try to figure out medicine and also I’ve started testosterone so I’m worried about that interacting weird and I’m just like. Ughhhhhh I don’t wanna have to do this

[dark-elf-writes]

Ghosts and Greenery:

Sakumo being forced to watch as his son breaks around the edges and all but throws himself on his opponents blades despite never turning his weapons against himself. Not like Sakumo did. Never that.

Sakumo not telling him that even when Kakashi was home he spent as much time watching over Naruto as Sakumo himself did. Sakumo watching Naruto walk up to an ANBU in a hound mask and ask why he felt so sad.

Ughhhhhh. Right in my Hatake shaped feels. Those are sensitive you know.

one of their own has been left alone in a village of earth and trees when the sand and reefs have always been his birthright.

Red haired spirits traveling away from watery graves and leaving sun bleached bones unattended on sandy beaches for the first time in centuries.

Little naru hefting around a comically large flowerpot to give to kakashi “cuz orange flowers make me happy so now you’ll be happy too!

Plant growing competitions!!!

little Naruto would probably be really uncomfortable with human touch at first because the only kind he’s ever know is cold and sends shudders down even his spine sometimes. Warmth is something he’s always craved, but it’s lack has made it feel like too much. Though oddly enough, it’s only in certain situations. Lord thirds hand in his hair, Mizuki’s resting between his shoulder blades. Too much.

I hate everything. How DARE that hurt so much. Just fuckkkk

The only time warmth felt comfortable was when he pressed up against Hound-San, who felt enough like Uncle Sakumo that Naruto could forget the too hot feeling that made shoulder pats or side hugs feel so… weird.

Madras plant is called ash bringer and Tobiramas is snow cat

Madara called him a frigid cunt

And poor Naruto who already can’t focus is watching The Days of Our Afterlives play out in real time in front of him

Accidental rainforest cafe and stoned tree frog ref

Hashirama and Naruto hold funerals for the dead plants with the ghosts their named after crying in the background. Whenever a new generation is sent off, they get a speech for their “bravery and valor” and are thanked for their “sacrifice for the cause” which is making Kakashi happy.

Kakashi gets a fake plant after ten gens of ghost funerals and ghost-village wide send offs

They both do the knitting with senbon. Naruto makes the most garish neon sweaters that are so unfairly comfortable. Kakashi probably does a dog pattern. Omfg Pakkun with a little old man sweater

Sakumo is fully sold on the pair of Kiba-and-Akamaru taking care of his youngest pup for the rest of his life.

After the tenth WWE Smackdown between the two of them Naruto sits them down like toddlers and make them talk it out. Half of the time every week is dedicated to the Tobirama and Madara show because they never stop.

Sakumo having beef with a 13ish yr old (Rin) and the 13is yr old having beef with him

Epic rap battles of history: Konoha edition is giving me life

Naruto still being scared of ghost stories

Tobirama: I’m this close to killing you again Uchiha. I doubt your brother would even try to stop me considering how you’ve been treating him as of late. I also take issue with the tone and volume you’ve been speaking to him with. The way you place emphasis on his name in conversation is likewise unacceptable you pint sized, inconsiderate, rat faced bast-

while waiting for kakashi to show up for team meetings, absently says Hatake Kakashi three times (an easy way to get the ghosts attention) and the second he’s done Kakashi shows up. He starts doing it more and somehow every time it works.

Bites all of this

!!!!

[heich0e]

liv I’m conflicted… or maybe i shouldn’t have the right to feel conflicted… So a few days ago my friend and i decided to make changes in our diet and agreed to go shopping on Wednesday (today). Today, I sent her a text in the morning saying that I’m excited to see her today and she responded and so on. She asked me what time will she pick me up and I said 12:30, she said alright and that was the end.

A few hours later, at 12:18, when i finished getting ready, i sent her another text saying to let me know when she’s coming to my house. She didn’t respond which was okay at first for me. Then a few mins past and still nothing, and then an hour passed and still nothing. After an hour passed I decided to just head to the market myself to get the things i needed. It wasn’t until I was driving in the parking lot that she got called me. I picked up (car speaker) and honestly, i wasn’t rlly present in the phone call with her. My main focus was on the road ahead of me, looking out for pedestrians and cars. But I know she was telling me how sorry she was bc she had just woken up (it was around 1:56pm). I said it was fine and that we can reschedule and that was the gist of the convo.

Idk if I should send her a text to reassure her that it’s alright and that I’m sorry for sounding unresponsive on the call, I probably shouldn’t have answered the phone call and waited until after. But at least it was inside a parking lot and not an actual street but still. I always see her post stuff with her bf out in the afternoon and figured that it was alright if we hung out as well.

I guess I’m just asking if I should send her a reassuring text or not. I’m a bit annoyed but idk if I should feel that way. Ughhhhhh, so sorry for the dump! I just don’t have anyone to ask for advice

hi little guy!!

this sounds stressful but mostly just like an unfortunate miscommunication!! you love her and she loves you so there's no harm in sending a lil "sorry if i sounded short on the phone earlier i was driving!! was just thinking abt it and realized it might have sounded weird. no worries abt what happened ily" kinda text!! COMMUNICATION IS KEY

[lovedetlost]

hi bby. i had to tell someone this bc everyone else is like “cool” about what i’m about to say but i’m like mind blown.

so back in dec 22’ when i was working at a western store, this super cute guy came in with his friend. his friend was buying jeans and boots. well making a christmas list. anywho, he had super dry humor almost to the point where you might think he’s an asshole but he was funny about it. and i’m almost certain he just has super super dry humor bc he was the same way with his buddy. anywho found out then he was at the firefighter academy. he left that day and i never got his number. i never thought i’d see him again. (i found his insta but that’s besides the point). i was too scared to ask him for his number, especially while on the clock. like i said i never thought i’d see him again.

fast forward a few months (february 23’) i put my 2 weeks in at the western store and went back to work at my old job (health foods store. kinda like whole foods. essentially a grocery store but lots of healthy stuff) town over from the western one and i’ve been back since.

fast forward AGAIN to september 22, 2023, aka yesterday where i am cashiering at the register near the left entrance and i hear the doors open so i automatically look by instinct. and i see a guy and his friend. the guy looked so so familiar. and so did his tattoos. they almost resembled tribal ones? idk. and then it clicked in my head that the guy was the SAME one i helped back at the western store almost 10 MONTHS before. i keep hawk eyeing him down the whole time. waiting for him to get to the front. i knew he’d go to self checkout bc who doesn’t at that age (20s).

i finally get off my register and make my way over just before he leaves and asked him if he was a firefighter at the city he’d told me he was going to back last december. he simply replied, “i am a firefighter but not for (blank). i’m one for (current town we’re in atm).” and before i can even ask him if he shopped at the western store he goes “hey, didn’t you work at (old job)?” and i was taken ABACK!

i ask him if his name starts with a ‘c’ and he says “no, it’s an ‘a’” and then i told him nvm i have nothing. and he goes again, “i’m just messing with you it’s c****” i’m laughing and say “i was gonna say that” and he goes on to say “you just said you didn’t know. you have to be more confident” all with a smile.

i didn’t think he’d remember me bc tbh 1. i’m not the best looking in my eyes. and 2. i feel like ppl want to forget me bc i’m so weird. so i respond with something along the lines of “oh my god you beat me to the question. wow you remember me? i’m flattered” and he asked about my job and why i left the old one. i asked him about his job. and he flat out goes “i was thinking if the firefighter gig doesn’t work out i could work here with you” as a joke bc he’s sarcastic.

we say a few more things and then he leaves and says something like “i’ll see ya. have a good day”

and now i’m having so many regrets ALL OVER AGAIN! for not asking for his number. i had the perfect way to say/ask for it. i only came up with it AFTER he fucking left.

“i’ll be sure to call you next time i’m in distress” and knowing how sarcastic he is he’d probs say something like “you don’t even have my number” and i’d just say “shit you’re right. what is it?” UGHHHHHH IM SO MAD AT MYSELF RN. also ps he even remembered our convo from december. what does that even mean when a guy remembers you and a convo you two had after only meeting once for 2 hours 10 months before??

-much love bby 🦈<- idk i’m making this my signature i’m sorry. hahahah

OKAY FIRST a) sorry i forgot to reply; and b) the universe loves you bringing him back into your life; AND C) HE REMEMBERED YOU!! GET IT BABYYY. okay but now i will reply at length.

there are so many incidents in which i regret not taking the leap of faith. honestly more than once i've considered making up business cards to slip to people with my name, number, link to my nudes, because for some reason giving out a number seems so gauche these days. and i hate it! when i get home, i really am going to order some. modern dating is ridiculous and i'm bringing some of the fun back.

BUT THE UNIVERSE HAS GIFTED YOU! HE HAS COME BACK! HE HAS FOUND YOU AT YOUR NEW PLACE OF WORK!! AND HE HAS REMEMBERED YOU AND FLIRTED WITH YOU!! your friends are playing this was too cool i'm obsessed with this story.

okay that is a good line but do not blame yourself for not thinking of it in the moment. it is literally impossible to be smooth and suave while you're all flustered over a cute guy remembering you. i had a crush on a customer and i would hide every time he came in because i would turn into such a hot mess when he was around.

now, the question is, how crazy was you finding him on IG? like i fully understand and i back the FBI nature to seek out crushes i do it to every single man i've ever fancied, but is actually following him a major red flag. aka when he asks how you find him is it more than a two step process haha. because if it's not more than a two-step (he gave you his full name, or he's featured on the local firefighter IG) you can totally follow him. if it required a little more stealth than it's probably not a good move.

also, he knows where you work now. so be on the lookout for him. if he comes back in, take your chance. and ask him out for coffee. be nonchalant about it. like you ask out men all time and if he says he can't it won't make you cry in the bathroom (if he does say no it's totally fine to cry in the bathroom i've done it before). i asked my ex boyfriend out, and that's how we started dating.

honestly babe, these kind of meet cutes and little crushes get rarer and rarer as we get older (which no one warned me about and i am incredibly disappointed in adulthood). so revel in it! get excited. enjoy the butterflies. i hope you see him again! i am so invested in this. and thanks for telling me, i am beyond honoured.

and the 🦈 is yours. PLEASE KEEP ME UPDATED I WILL THINK ABOUT THIS CONSTANTLY.

[desdemonafictional]

I wrote a cute little crossover fic in honor of finishing SU:future

It’s a quiet little tune on the wind, almost like bells, that makes you stop and look. It’s spring in the city, and the first thing you notice is that this tourist is wearing pink flipflops. They’re plenty cute, they just don’t really look like… Capitol City chic, you know? So you peg him as a tourist right off. 

Pink cherry blossom petals drift down to roll across the grass around him when the wind blows. He’s got one of those little–what are they called, like a xylophone that sits in his hands. Thumb piano? Look, it doesn’t start with a B so you don’t know about it, alright?

“Hey,” you say, coming up to stop just in front of his pink plastic flipflops. “You know you’re not allowed to panhandle on the national mall, right?”

He jolts, looks around, then looks up at you. He relaxes. “Oh, no, I’m just taking a little music break. Is that, uh, is that okay?”

You give him a stern once-over. “I guess…” you say, and hold out just long enough to watch him sweat. Then you drop to the ground under the cherry tree next to him and add, “Anyway I’m only technically in charge of the security in a five hundred foot perimeter of the Postal Museum, and if I tried to report you I’d just get laughed out of the police station again.”

The guy’s expression lights up. “There’s a postal museum?”

You blink at him. “Yeah,” you say, and point vaguely across the mall. “It’s about, uh, mail… and stuff.”

“That’s so cool!” he says. “I’ve been to the national history museum and the natural science museum and the heritage museum and the modern art museum but I didn’t know we had a mail museum!”

You give him a doubtful once-over. “...You really like the mail, huh.”

He shrugs a little sheepishly. “I guess? I grew up kind of out in the boonies. Mail was most of my contact with other people in the world.”

You flap your hand at him, brushing the whole conversation away like dust. “Whatever, I just came over to ask where you got that adorable pink jacket. It is so cute, I’d totally die for one.”

“Oh!” He gives the collar a little tug. “One of my friends made it for me, back home. She got really into sewing at Little Homeschool.”

“Ughhhhh,” you say, and slide down into the grass. “Figures. It probably wouldn’t look good on me anyway. Redheads aren’t supposed to wear pink. It’s a curse.”

“Aw, I don’t think that’s true. I think you’d look really good in pink.”

You sit upright in the grass. “You think so?”

“Sure,” he says, smiling. “Everyone looks best in clothes that make them happy.”

You slump back down again. “Ughhhhhh,” you say.

He thumbs out another little tune on the steel tine, watching the leaves blow, and for a moment it’s just like being back home with your family. There’s always music happening around them.You don’t really know anyone here well enough to sing with them.

“So you’re a security guard?” he asks, after a while.

“Uh-huh,” you say, still laying in your puddle of broken dreams and disappointment.

“What’s that like? Do you arrest people?”

“I wish,” you grumble. You pull your hands off your face and squint at the pink-edged light of the boughs overhead. “All I get to do is report people. But I do a lot of that.” You perk up a little bit. “Officer Jenkins says he’s never seen so many people get kicked out of the Postal Museum in one day. I’m probably setting some kind of record.”

The guy laughs. You feel a little lonely all of a sudden. He’s got a nice laugh, it’s like an invitation at the door of a little cafe you’ve never visited before. 

You stick up a hand, outstretched, although the angle is weird. “I’m Candace,” you say. 

“Steven,” he says, and twists to shake your hand more easily. 

“Here, I was on my way to work anyway,” you tell him. “Wanna see the Postal Museum? There’s an exhibit on Baseball.”

“Baseball!” he exclaims. He jumps to his feet. His eyes are sparkling. 

—

“Well my mom hyphenated her name when she got remarried so she’s Flynn-Fletcher, and I don’t want dad to think I’m snubbing him, so maybe I should be Flynn-Fletcher-Johnson? But that’s such a mouthful, I’m not gonna fit in anybody’s contact list. Maybe I should just change my last name to his last name, like, the old fashioned way?”

“Well what does Jeremy think?”

“Oh, he–” Then you stop short, twist your fingers together, and look vaguely around the walls of the History of Baseball Exhibit. “Uuuuh, I haven’t really. Asked. Him.”

Steven gives you a knowing, smiling look.

“But what if he says he doesn’t want to marry me at all!”

“Because you asked about the last name thing.”

“Because I asked about the last name thing! Shouldn’t I just know? What kind of person proposes to her boyfriend and doesn’t even know what name they’re going to be! I’ve been doodling this stuff in my notebook since I was fifteen!”

Steven turns to you and takes your hand. He’s got a very firm grip.

“I’m sure that if you just opened up, Jeremy will tell you,” he says, squeezing her fingers, “he loves you no matter what your name is, even if you don’t change it at all.”

You stare at him for a second, and then you go all watery, bubbling up with huge ridiculous tears. You yank him into a hug that squishes his considerably more hefty physique like a rubberband around a water balloon.

“That’s exactly what he would saaaay,” you blubber. “He’s so perfect and nice and I miss him so muuuucchhhh.”

“Oh,” he says, sounding a little choked up, “oh no, I’m–dang it.”

He laughs, and then he makes a watery little noise, and then you’re both sobbing like idiots in the middle of the postal museum.

“I miss everyone,” you say, thumping your head into his shoulder. “I even miss my stupid brothers. Busting randos with vodka water bottles isn’t the same. I wish they were here so I could bust them too. And like. Have breakfast or something.”

“I know what you mean,” he says, thumbing a tear off his cheek. “I feel so silly. it’s only been a couple weeks since I left home, I shouldn’t be missing everyone so much.”

“College?” you ask. “I’m studying Journalism at U of D.”

“More of a… finding myself roadtrip,” Steven answers. “I’m headed down to Florida Island by way of East Carolina, soon.”

“That sounds fun,” you say, “I went to Mars once.”

“Really!?”

“Yeah but it was like, more about finding my own self worth or something lame like that.”

He laughs and pats you on both shoulders, pulling back to get a bit more air. “I know what you mean,” he says. “Hey didn’t you say you had a shift?”

“Oh, rats,” you say, and furiously scrub at your face. You don’t wear much makeup to smear, thank god. “Yeah I have to be up at the metal detector in–like now.”

“I’ll walk you up,” Steven says.

“Thanks,” you say. You fix your vest and your hat, and check to make sure your nightstick and all are in the right places. People don’t get particularly rowdy at the postal museum, but yesterday you had to confiscate a twelve inch bowie knife off a guy in a cowboy hat, so it does come up occasionally.

The two of you make your way back out past the Babe Ruth placard and the spinning exhibit with English on one side and Spanish on the other, past some blown up images of 1930’s stamps.

“So why does the Postal Museum have an exhibit on Baseball?” Steven asks you, as you climb the steps up to the lobby.

“Oh,” you say, “I have no idea.”

–He’s right about Jeremy, of course. What Jeremy finally says, when you get up the nerve to call him after work, is: “Those all sound great, Candice, but I was actually thinking about Jeremy Flynn.”

[sanimablogs]

the fact that i’m working at a christian coffee/bookshop is so insane to me, like ik the manager probably thinks i’m some straight, cisgendered christian and i think she thinks the same of half her employees that i know personally are NOT at least one of those things and we all just kinda… idk we don’t say anything but my sister is the other manager lol and she’s christian but like everytime I leave I’m constantly thinking about quitting and we haven’t even done our grand opening yet lmaooo

like they are- (the other manager mainly) so adamant about “sharing the love of jesus” and having all the employees be christian and playing christian music in the shop and having a bible study every wednesday and ughhhhhh it’s SO much like all this lady does is say shit like that and do the bible study and she does the food (which is amazing btw) but she’s on manager pay probably making more than my sister and she literally has no manager duties-

my sister does literally EVERYTHING

payroll, scheduling, ordering, hiring, IT shit- and she’s making less than the other lady-

partially probably bc this owner has never had a business and she’s like- idk but also partly bc her and the other manager are best friends- like- TF?!

like if my sister wasn’t there, they’d still be a coming soon sign and it would be no where near where it is now and idk i feel like they’re taking advice of her

but ugh i high key want to make a witchy/hippie coffee shop/metaphysical shop and just see how many customers would go to us than them just for fun and also bc I feel like i have to like it’s needed and ik from working at spirit last year that there is a fuckton more people that are spiritual than are actually christian in our area and because we’re in the bible belt i think they don’t realize their losing like most likely more that half the business they would have if they weren’t so such “shove it in your face” christian’s

idk it’s just so annoying and i love working there cause i love the other employees and i’m just trying to ignore it but at the same time it’s like- idk i’m just waiting for them to realize it’s not as good as they thought so they can close the doors cause i feel weird abt quitting when my sister is the manager and also it’s new and i love it but when spirit comes back i’ll be working there idk if imma try to 2 job it but i might

just so i can save up money partially for moving out of my parents and partially for the business i’m going to make

ugh if you’ve read this far gimme some name ideas for the coffee/metaphysical/bookstore! i’d love to hear anything you can think of even if it’s funny or whatever lol

[the-cat-chat]

April 15, 2023

It Chapter Two (2019)

Twenty-seven years after their first encounter with the terrifying Pennywise, the Losers Club have grown up and moved away, until a devastating phone call brings them back.

JayBell: Since we decided to do Stephen King month, we thought we might as well finally watch the sequel to It (which we watched the previous Halloween). When this movie came out, I remember people being disappointed by it, so I went into it with my expectations pretty low.

With that said--yikes. I’ve never read the book, so I don’t know how much they stuck to the book or not. Either way, the plot was just bad. Half of the movie is the group of kids (now adults) revisiting the past and trying to “remember” the events of the first movie. It was as if they had a bunch of unused scenes from the first movie and thought, “well let’s just stick these scenes in the sequel and call it a day.” It was boring. And honestly I’m not sure what these scenes really added to their characters, with the exception of Richie’s character (Finn Wolfhard/Bill Hader).

And don’t get me started on the stupid ritual stuff. [redacted]. The movie also gives us this quasi-origin for Pennywise with his daughter and the picture on the wall. But it’s vague and then never brought up again. Beverly doesn’t even mention it to the rest of the group. Like “hey guys you’ll never believe who I saw in a picture at some old lady’s house!” Nope. It doesn’t mean anything and the info has no bearing on events.

And the love triangle again, my god. Spare me. The movie doesn’t even provide any new development to the relationship between Beverly and Ben. No. It’s just about this stupid poem he wrote to her when he was a kid. Ugh.

The only good thing about this movie was that the adult actors had much better banter between them, especially compared to the kids in the first movie. And Bill Hader did provide some humor. He was definitely the best part of the movie.

Oh I haven’t even talked about the ending. [redacted]...so it’s completely stupid. Like we kill the clown by hurting his feelings and making him feel insecure? Ughhhhhh. And the overly sentimental send off for the kids come on.

Rating: 2.5/10 cats ��

Anzie: This movie feels like it broke me. I know I say that a lot, but I really mean it this time. I have so much to say, yet nothing at all. Let’s start with the positives. I wanted to see the sequel in all honesty bc Bill Hader was the grown up version of Richie. And I love him and think he’s soooo funny. I’m sad to report that’s not enough. (Remember THIS is the positive). That’s it that’s the positive. Oh and the ending the ending is realllllly great. Like the actual ending. She. The torture is over.

Nooow. I felt confused the whole time. Not like I didn’t know what was going on - I just didn’t know whyyy. That’s the whole 3 hours I will never get back. Asking why?? Why would you do it?? Gross fortune cookie baby fly spider things? The weird leper with the tongue? I get, I really do but still. I hate it. Mind you I totally forgot everyone else hated- but the hate is justified for obvious reasons. The majority of the movie is trying to figure the which kids match to the grown up version- then whyyyy they can remember anything- yet Stan did?? Right?? Does that make anyyyy sense???? How did he if the others didn’t? Was he still in Derry??? Whatever. And then they ALL split up??? They do know this crazy clown wants to kill them AGAIN?? And I stilllllll have no clue why they have the story of Pennywise being an immigrant that then joined the circus??? Since it’s something entirely different that I can’t figure out - bc whatever IT is takes form of a very specific thing- and whatever IT was to an ancient civilization IT is a clown when it comes to Derry, Maine. Makes sense clowns are terrifying. But heyyy even worse is his giant spider legs. Oh and when he shrivels into a gross little baby clown when they shoot him down and tell him he’s nothing. Like honestly- between allll of them seeeeeing their worst fears and memories- they couldn’t have pieces it together quicker. And did we really need anymore of the dumb romance stuff agggaaain.

Honorable mention to the freakish naked granny and Stan being turned into a weird head on spider legs. Really didn’t need that in my life. Thanks.

Rating: 0.1/10 Cats 🐈 (that’s me being generous)

[professorprofessing]

from this post :3

plain black coffee: Does your TC drink coffee? Do you know how they take it? Bonus: If they bring it to class, what does their mug/thermos look like?

i’ve never seen him drink coffee, he has an emotional support water bottle (real). it’s just a plain black owala.

cold brew: How do you imagine your TC spends their Saturday nights?

watching movies :)

iced caramel coconut milk macchiato: Have you cried over them?

ya 😔

iced mocha: Do they know how you feel about them (or do you think there’s a chance they do)? Do you want them to?

NOPE. i do not want him to know unless in like 10 years we happen to still know each other and i’m still head over heels for him and also he becomes bisexual

white chocolate mocha: Describe how you realized you liked them. Was it love at first sight? Did it hit you suddenly or come on slowly?

i had him an entire semester w/ him not even being my favorite professor. but then when i took his class a year later and he remembered my name + weird gay dream about him i was cooked.

iced vanilla latte: If you could travel with them to one place, where would it be?

i’d really like to go to his home country. i’ve wanted to go there for a while and i want his insight.

cappuccino: What do you admire the most about them?

he’s so passionate about movies it’s really inspiring. and he’s soooo nice.

americano: Do they drink or smoke that you know of?

idk. i don’t think he smokes? he has a bunch of health issues so i imagine he avoids that.

ultra caramel frappuccino: What is your favorite scenario in your head that you’ve made up of the two of you? (come on, you know you’ve done it 😉)

in like 10 years i am also a film professor and we work in the same department and nobody knows we’re together but it’s just nice and domestic.

java chip frappuccino: What is your favorite physical feature of theirs?

eyes. and the little glimpse of chest hair SORRY

iced soy latte: What kind of music, movies, and TV shows do they like?

he’s honestly all over the place which i love. i’ve detailed in other posts his eclectic music taste & have been directly exposed to his film taste. but fr i’ve really enjoyed almost every film he’s shown in class ^w^

pumpkin spice latte: What cute/funny/weird habits do they have?

he’s very expressive.

iced cinnamon dolce latte: If they were an animal, what would they be?

i thought about this extensively. a cute little bat

chai tea latte: Do they have social media? If so, what accounts? Do you follow them? Do they follow you?

he has a twitter and spotify that i look at. often. but he doesn’t follow my social media.

strawberries & cream frappuccino: If you could reenact any scene from a movie with them (and have it be real if that makes sense😂), what would it be?

THE SOUND OF MUSIC DANCE SCENE. WHEN THEY DANCE THE LÄNDLER…………….. UGHHHHHH SOOOO ROMANTIC