#I'm being evicted and it sucks

[yoharrysaidshe]

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[karmaphone]

can an actual adult explain some things to me Please

[waytray]

so i called my old landlord and told him i got his rent in the mail, i told my new landord i can’t pay rent, and i got some junk removed this morning

[onlymingyus]

Birds of a Feather (teaser)

pairing; joshua hong x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff, crack

warnings; university au, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), food/drink, betting, bad jokes, borrowed memes, simp!joshua, jealousy/possessive nature, irresponsible use of a hot tub and a friend's personal space, slight dom!joshua, mild dom/sub dynamics, pet names, sex health/birth control talk, unprotected sex, breast play, pinning/man handling, dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving/giving), 69, scratching, crying, size kink implied, exhibition kink implied -- as always I'm sure there is something I've left out.

w/c; 14.3k (800 and some change -- this teaser)

a/n; first of all thank you so so much to my dear @onlyhuis for proofreading this and thank you for literally being the reason it exists. this is based on a true story -- names have been changed for privacy and it's not completely true but bird kid should find a new place to live. thank you to @wonwussy for helping me come up with an amazing title, also without june, @highvern, @shuadotcom, and @horanghater just know this fic would have sucked majorly. thank you so much for helping me figure out my shit and adding so much to this.

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Joshua rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he leans his forearm against his door, looking down at the cute girl standing in his dorm room. You were holding a clipboard and had a look somewhere between serious and annoyed on your face. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

You hadn’t had the chance to meet every single resident in your hall but today you were making some very interesting discoveries. For example, apparently Eros lived just five doors down and he slept in late. Clearing your throat, you look down at your clipboard in an attempt to hide how shy his gaze is making you feel. 

“I’m Y/N; would you sign my petition to evict the bird kid? I know that sounds harsh but just to get him to, like, get his own place off campus with his bird.” 

His lips pulling up into a small grin, Joshua watches you start to ramble about your cause as you tap your pen against the paper attached to the clipboard. It seems you have several signatures so far. He had heard about this bird kid and he had also heard the bird in question several times. 

“Sure, I’ll sign it. Anything to get him to stop letting the damn thing use the water fountain as a bird bath.” 

Joshua watches as your eyes lift towards him again as he agrees with you. With the clipboard securely in his hands, you scoff in agreement, lifting your hands to express how important your argument was. 

“Right?! It’s gross. I drink out of that fountain. I mean, I used to...“

Nodding, Joshua signs his name and offers you back the clipboard before resting his shoulder on his door frame. You watch his smile pull to one side before he furrows his brows and gestures over his shoulder. 

“My roommate is still passed the fuck out but I’m sure he will sign too. Swing back by later and catch him when he’s actually breathing.” 

Pulling the clipboard to your chest, you press your lips together, trying to keep your eyes on the man’s face even as you feel them being drawn to where his t-shirt was straining around his bicep. Clearing your throat, you lean back a bit and glance down at his name, whispering it to yourself before nodding and daring to look back up to find Joshua still watching you.

“Okay… I’ll do that, Joshua.” 

Turning towards the next door, you pull your eyes from his handsome face even as Joshua leans out of his doorway to watch you, lifting his hand to wave. 

“Good luck with your petition, Y/N. See you later.” 

Groaning into his drool soaked pillow, Lee Chan forces himself to turn over and look towards his roommate, who was standing in the doorframe watching the hallway. He liked Joshua; if anything, the man was more like a brother than a roommate at this point but he was talking far too loudly for a Saturday morning. 

“That has to be a girl if you are acting like a simp this early.” 

Rolling his eyes, Joshua shuts the door behind him, turning towards the younger man and shooting him a look before reaching for one of the bottles of water and tossing it towards him. Despite usually having great eye to hand coordination, Chan hisses in pain when the bottle manages to meet his chest instead of in his hands. 

“And? Your point? Drink your water; I’m sure you have one hell of a headache.” 

Chan wasn’t going to argue with Joshua on that point. He did have a headache that could rival all other headaches. He couldn’t remember much of the night after their friend Seungcheol had shown him where the punch bowl was and challenged him to a “drink off.”

Reaching for the pain medicine on his nightstand, Chan groans, trying to open the bottle as Joshua watches, only to sigh and take it from his hands, doing it for him. Muttering a thanks, Chan takes the bottle back, leaning back onto his bed to take the medicine, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Who was the girl?” 

Pursing his lips, Joshua falls back on his bed, trying to hide the small smile on his lips, thinking about the short interaction with you and how cute you had been. It wasn’t like anything had even happened or that there would be anything that would come from it but it was nice meeting a new neighbor so to speak. 

“Uh, she said her name was Y/N. She’ll be back around later. Told her you’d sign her petition.” 

Chan’s brows furrow at Joshua’s words as he lifts his hand to wipe at his mouth, water starting to run down towards his chin. 

“What? Why would I do that?” 

“Because it’s not that big of a deal and you’ll agree with it. It’s about that dude who has a bird. Something about getting him to move off campus with it.” 

Making a face at the mention of the bird, Chan feels his headache behind his eyes, even thinking about the squawking that could be heard late at night and early in the mornings. 

“You’re right. I’ll fucking sign it. I’ll forge names. I’ll help the son of a bitch move.” 

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[drdemonprince]

I have a really strange situation where my abuser who I dated when I was underage (17 and 23) died in a really horrific way via police while she was being evicted a couple years ago. It's been hard to see people in my city valorize her and have vigils for someone who fucked me up so profoundly, but I also didn't want her to die nor do I want the right wingers who had latched on to this story to have any info that could push their anti-trans agenda. But I just am really mad because she sucked so hard and abused many people aside from me and she was just such a shitbag and all my friends who knew her and were her friend agree! I don't know how to balance all this in my mind. Like fuck those cops and all cops but why are we martyring someone who was a predator? It's making me insane!!!!

Honestly, if you want to speak to what you endured and complicate her legacy and get some recognition you should feel free to do it. One of my rapists was a beloved local comedian who died very young of a heroin overdose and was valorized -- his funeral was a big stage performance attended by a ton of big comedians, people like Cameron Esposito publicly mourned him online, etc, and I have often entertained naming him and making his family and friends feel bad, and his other victims feel better. You don't owe anyone shit. We are not symbols we are people. We have to live for ourselves before we can serve any cause, and your wellbeing always has to come first. Trans people are human, that means they're as capable of evil as anyone else and it's not a betrayal of anything to speak to what happened to you if you want to. It might just help a ton of other survivors. I'm glad my rapist is dead and you can be too.

[sunhowler-art]

was inspired by this post to design some hlvrai warrior cats!! i'm honestly shocked it took me 2 years to make a warriors au for it, i love making warriors aus...

some basic info below the cut!

sooo my general idea (it's pretty hazy right now. forgive me) for this au is that songfoot (benrey), nectarbrook (darnold), goldenberry (tommy), galeheart (coomer), scorchtail (bubby), and snakestar (gman) are all from the same clan... i'm between plain ol' thunderclan or a custom clan called mesaclan. i'm probably gonna go with thunderclan because i don't wanna bother with making other clans and lore and stuff LOL. there's some kind of threat outside of the clans that's affecting the environment a la the beavers in arc 4. it's something that starclan definitely caused, whether deliberately or accidentally, i dunno. main point is that snakestar sends songfoot, nectarbrook, goldenberry, galeheart, and scorchtail off on a journey to track down the problem and take care of it. while they're gone, the external threat kills snakestar and he spends all his time being a textbook unhelpful and cryptic starclan cat who just kind of makes things worse. as per a snakestar prophecy, the gang picks up gordon along the way, a kittypet whose owners abandoned her and she's been mostly unsuccessfully fending for herself since. oh and frostpaw (forzen) is part of bloodclan. bloodclan tries and fails to kill the gang, despite frostpaw's best efforts (he kidnapped goldenberry's bird friend, sunny).

some lil character facts and such:

gordon is an ex kittypet. she had a very very cozy and spoiled life up until her twolegs got evicted or something and tossed her out onto the streets. she wasn't out there long before the clan cats found her, and thank god for that, because she sucks at being a survivalist. she is fairly smart though, bringing a fresh perspective and problem solving skills to the group. she is consistently freaked the fuck out by clan cat culture, and the clan cats have fun gaslighting her about it. the only cat who doesn't play along with that is goldenberry, mostly because he doesn't really think its that funny. gordon picks up survival skills from the clan cats fairly quickly, but they still call her soft all the time. classic clan cat anti-kittypet prejudice.

songfoot is the warrior code's biggest fan. not because he really fully believes in its utility, mostly because he loves bossing people around. you can find him stalking around thunderclan camp looking out for anyone doing minor infractions. god forbid you take too much fresh kill from the pile, you'll never hear the end of it. he can't really do much about it though, because snakestar finds him vaguely offputting. his signature stare doesn't help much. his fellow warriors generally like him despite all his strange quirks. songfoot has some kind of starclan-given power a la The Three... my thought is that his vocalizations have supernatural mind-altering properties. it's kinda like sweet voice, but a hiss can make others mad, a purr can make others calm, a screech can stun them, etc. without fail. he's vaguely aware of this power, and he doesn't really use it for things starclan would like him to. he kinda does his own thing.

he's a fairly competent hunter and fighter, but he's generally physically non-confrontational. during battle, he prefers to slink along in the shadows and wait to strike.

during the journey, he loves following gordon along. initially it's because of his deeply embedded distrust of kittypets, but he realizes pretty quickly that he's interested in her in a different sense, one that really frustrates and confuses him... a warrior shouldn't wanna be mates with a kittypet. that's so beyond wrong. he's gotta do everything he can to annoy gordon into leaving the group so he doesn't have to confront his feelings about her (one of these tactics involves him insisting on calling her "gordie," saying it sounds much more suitable for a kittypet). unfortunately for the both of them, that doesn't work. what's worse-- his powers don't seem to work on her for whatever reason. they continue to butt heads for far too long before either of them opens up about how they actually feel. (it takes gordon far longer to admit to herself that she's feeling that way than it does for songfoot, but eventually it clicks for her.)

("song" comes from sweet voice, and "foot" comes from... y'know. but i imagine the in-universe explanation is that he spends a lot of time padding around and watching people. the name from the post that inspired this one-- sweetsong-- is perfect but i didn't wanna copy it. i really like the name songfoot though, i think it's really cute.)

nectarbrook is thunderclan's beloved medicine cat. sweet and silly, she has an affinity for collecting and mixing herbs to create new tinctures. they don't always work exactly how she wants them to, but they never have strictly negative effects, so... not too bad! she spends most of her time on the journey trying and failing to be a mediator, and cowering in fear while everyone else does the scary (and often stupid) work. she's got an intelligence to rival gordon's, and she's one of the only cats gordon fully gets along with.

("nectar" is about the closest warrior cats prefix to "soda," and "brook" just kinda sounds nice as a suffix to nectar. it's another liquid-related word too.)

frostpaw is a bloodclan apprentice. he's well beyond apprentice age, but he's pretty incompetent at warrior duties and such, so it's taking him a while. he just wants to graduate.

i imagine he used to be a cushy kittypet with dreams of being one of those cool cat gang members he sees outside every now and again. he's way in over his head.

("frost" comes from forzen. obviously. i initially envisioned him as a warrior named frostjaw. i don't know why i chose that suffix other than it sounding nice. but then i remembered the "i just wanna graduate" thing, and thought it would be funny to make him an apprentice.)

goldenberry is a highly skilled warrior and one of snakestar's kits. he has a very unassuming demeanor, often appearing clumsy or head-in-the-clouds, but he's one of thunderclan's most precise and deadly fighters. his long windclan-like limbs allow for quick movement. like his father, he strikes like a snake. despite his prowess, he doesn't like fighting at all, and he would much rather hang around camp with his friend songfoot and take care of menial tasks like an apprentice or test out new herb tinctures for nectarbrook. he's very helpful and kind, if not a bit blunt. before snakestar died, he had goldenberry in mind as the next deputy as soon as galeheart finally kicked the bucket. he only didn't make him the deputy in the first place because he was an apprentice at the time.

("golden" comes from tommy's signature yellow, as well as his father's perception of him as highly important. "berry" comes from his general sillyness and his affinity for nectarbrook's various little treats.)

galeheart is a gregarious senior warrior and thunderclan's beloved deputy. despite his small stature, he's incredibly strong and overzealous. he loves his clan to death and he loves fighting even more, often dragging everyone into unnecessary squabbles just for the thrill of it. his loud, booming voice commands everyone's attention. he's quite old and really should be in the elders' den at this point, but his love for the warrior life keeps him going despite it all, and he's still in great shape. snakestar isn't quite so satisfied with galeheart's behavior, but there's not much he can do about that, given everyone else loves galeheart to bits. snakestar partially send him on that journey in hopes he would die already, but he has an unwavering spirit and he can and will outlive snakestar.

galeheart and gordon get along for the most part, but gordon is a little scared of him.

("gale" comes from coomer's general energy. he is a strong gust of wind to me. it also brings to mind the color white, which... is what galeheart is! "heart" also comes from his Vibes, mostly his fighting spirit.)

scorchtail is yet another old coot who should be getting ticks picked off of him by apprentices, but his stubbornness keeps him in his warrior position. he's not even particularly good at being a warrior-- he's cowardly and his battle strategy can best be described as the real life version of button-mashing. still, he's far too prideful to retire to the elders' den. he tends to follow galeheart around, since they grew up together and share similar positions in the clan. he's very antagonistic towards gordon, even moreso than songfoot. he has a special hatred of kittypets, seeing their lifestyle as an embarrassment.

("scorch" comes from bubby's association with fire as well as his sassy disposition, and "tail" comes from the tip of his tail looking burnt.)

snakestar is a starclan cat who was previously thunderclan's leader. he's generally cold and and analytical, and not much of a fighter, preferring to make others do his bidding. this behavior carried over very well to starclan, where he spends all his time being appropriately cryptic and unhelpful. he holds a lot of love for his one son, goldenberry, who he's always watching over. he doesn't care much for his other previous clanmates. he visits gordon in her dreams often to tell her vague things about her "part to play" and how important she is and all that. he arbitrarily decided that she was the subject of a prophecy, for the most part. i like to think starclan just makes shit up for fun. i think maybe one of his ancestors visited gordon when she was a kitten and made some kind of deal with her. i dunno. i'm in the very early stages of this au.

("snake" comes from gman's general vibes, but it's also an allusion to snakes in mythology [particularly abrahamic myth] being sleazy dealmakers with ill intent. before he was a leader, his suffix was "sight," alluding to his tendency to sit back and watch rather than run into battle.)

thanks for reading my long-ass ramblings, if you did! :-P idk if i'll actually do anything with any of this, but it's fun to think about...

[erimeows]

RFA Members After You've Been Cheated On

-Zen: Flips his lid. The worst to deal with actually because upon hearing the news he wants to go to your ex's place and fist fight them, because how dare they do that to you? Sorry to the Zen fans, but before receiving any real comfort you're going to have to calm him down before he choke slams the cheating ex. That being said, once "the beast" is back in its cage, he actually is very easy to be around during such a heartbreaking time. He buys/brings you food, offers for you to come over and star gaze with him, and talks shit about your ex with you when you want but doesn't bring them up without you doing so first.

-Yoosung: Cries with/for you. Like actually. Imagine tons of 'how could someone do that?' and 'you deserve better, MC, I can't believe (your ex partner) would do that to you!' and 'i'm so sorry, MC, what can I do to make you feel better?'. Very doting to the point of being overbearing. He's trying to stream with you to keep you occupied, reaching out a couple times to make sure you've eaten and are doing ok, and so on. And no, he totally doesn't stalk your ex on social media and glare at their pictures...

-Jaehee: Upset when she hears it's happened, but unsurprised. Jaehee has a knack for judging character and figured that your partner was off from the start, but didn't mention it since she had no evidence and wanted to support you/your relationship if it made you happy. Probably the best out of all of them at handling this. Lets you talk about it if you want to but doesn't push you. Supports you and gives you some advice, then offers for you to come to her place to drink hot chocolate/tea/coffee and eat your favorite meal. If you come over, she'll play board games or watch movies to distract you from what's going on- or just listens if you need to cry/vent. -Jumin: Jumin has a passionate hatred for cheaters, mostly caused by his father's many failed marriages where a lot of his father's wives would cheat. So when he hears that your partner has cheated on you, he's upset for you. Like uncharacteristically angry. If you want your partner fired from your job/evicted/literally any other terrible thing that could happen to them, he'll make it happen if you ask. At the same time he'll leave them alone if not, though he strongly encourages you to dump your partner and never speak to them again. He buys you a ridiculous amount of shit in response (need a new place because you're moving out of your partner's? he buys you a penthouse) to try to make you feel better and takes you out to eat at nice restaurants to keep you distracted, but doesn't offer much real verbal comfort.

-Seven: Heartbroken when he hears the news and feels like a terrible person for being slightly relieved that it's over. He never liked your partner but he also doesn't want to wish ill on your relationships... Still, when you call him with the news, he struggles with his reaction. He's not used to being put on the spot with serious news and has no idea how to respond, so what comes out is "oh, really? that sucks". And the moment the words leave his mouth, he wants to shove them back in, but he can't. So, instead, he apologizes, and as you heal from the betrayal, he's sure to constantly text/call you to keep you company.

[bangbang-adri]

Plz help, 2024 sucks and I love you all

Hey guys, I'm so so so tired.

I haven't actually been so active lately due to so much crap going on at home.

I've put up a goal and am begging for some help.

My apartment complex had their bi yearly inspections and we ended up failing due to over clutter. I have a family of 7 that we've squeezed to fit into a small three bedroom unit so of course, it's going to look cluttered ToT

We ended up having to rent a whole storage unit to be able to fully declutter or face being evicted. On top of that, they've also raised our rent here by $200.(We paid $960, now it's $1160) On top of THAT, our vehicle was totalled so now we are currently borrowing my father in law and having to figure out a new car situation too.

We're barely managing to scrap by, but with all of that going on, I'm not honestly not sure how we're going to manage for this Christmas season. (I know it shouldn't seem like a big deal, but I have 5 gremlins between 5-14 so for them, it's a big deal) The goal isn't all going for Xmas, there's also general needs and such for home in there too.

I will be so eternally grateful to any and all help received in this time of need. I know it comes off as whining and for that I'm sorry. I genuinely just needed to rant about it all too. Thank for taking your time to listen to this old momma beg(and scream and cry)

(Also, if no one's told you today, I'm so proud of you and the journey you've faced. Keep fighting, I'm rooting for you!<3)

[pisstintedglasses]

"Pokémon Plushie" S. JY x Reader

- T E A S E R -

Virgin! Sim Jaeyun x Older, Fem! Reader

Warnings; older woman, college boy • publicly shamed • mentions of drugs • mentions of rape • completely consensual • smut •

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Clack! Clack! A ruckus that sounded like cans being thrashed around awoke you from your much needed slumber. Blinking your eyes to adjust to the harsh sunlight that penetrated your room, you were faced with your one night stand's back adorned with the scratch marks you gave him.

His body softly heaved up and down, indicating he was at least alive. You would've thought otherwise, because there's no way anyone could sleep through it. Running a sweaty palm over your tired face, you finally stood up to confront the noise coming from you front yard.

The sounds of clamoring metal grew louder and louder as you neared your door, and when you swung it open, thinking it was some random cat scavenging for food, but you were oh so wrong. There, you saw one of your ex hookups wielding a crowbar, standing proudly over your destroyed garbage cans. "What the fuck, Minho?!"

"That's what you fucking deserve after throwing me away after one night, you whore!" He bashed on the fan once more, it was damn near flat already with the not so sheer amount of times he's been going at it. "Ever heard of a one night stand, dipshit?! Are you mental?!" You yelled back, your sleepy state now long forgotten, replaced with surging anger at this man-baby causing a scene for the neighborhood wives to gossip about.

"I loved you, dammit! I thought we had something, yet you threw me away like I'm some disposable sex toy!" You rolled your eyes at his words, "yeah right, what we had was just a quickie, if anything. You barely lasted 10 minutes anyway! Stop giving me any of that love bullshit and get off of my lawn already!"

Minho scoffed before pulling out some yellow paper with "EVICTION NOTICE" written on it  in big, bold letters. He waved it around, "Too bad, whore. This isn't even 'your' lawn anymore. I had Chris evict you!" That made you shut up.

Chris was Minho's friend, so it was easy to get it done, but there's no way he would've stooped low enough to actually make you homeless just because you ghosted him... right?

"Are you fucking serious right now?" You scoffed, marching over to the man and snatching the piece of paper roughly to confirm that it was indeed, legit. You could feel your face heat up in anger and tears threaten to escape your eyes, yet you bit it back and look at him. "There's only one way to keep your house. Get back with me, sweetie.. I'll stop Chris from evicting you if you take me back." He smiled, opening his arms as if you would run straight to his embrace.

And you did. You were desperate after all. You weren't just about to lose your house because of a crazy ex. "Please, Minho.. I made a mistake. I'm so sorry...I just realized how much I love you right now." One of your hands clawed at his shoulders while the other ran softly through his cheek in a soothing matter. It was the complete opposite of what you wanted to do.

You wanted to slap him, break his nose with your first, choke him to death. But you couldn't. You'd rather suck up to him than lose your house AND be wanted for murder. Just when he was ready to tell you he accepted your apology, the door to your house swung open.

"Hey hot-stuff, you weren't on the bed when I woke up- oh, who's this fellow?" Last night's man of choice busted through your door shirtless, staring at you throwing yourself at Minho, but he didn't mind in the slightest.

"Oh? Are we going to have a threesome tonight? I don't mind having another man join us."

You tried do distract Minho, trying to push his face towards yours, "Baby! Minho! Please look at me, it is not what it looks like!l But Minho just glared at the man before ripping your hands off of him.

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Current wc is 0.7k

Yes, i haven't mentioned Jakey yet, but I will soon. This'll be a long fic.

Also,, my Jungwon fic is currently being finalized, and I'm gonna post it by tomorrow. I have a main story in mind for each BTS and Enhypen member, and 2 of K from &team , so watch out for it ig

I'm unable to be active everyday cuz ur girl's got school. (If you saw my bio the other day, no u didn't)

If you haven't noticed, the plot here is a very direct reference to the plot of "No Hard Feelings". Its a rlly good movie u should check it out

[barbieaiden]

1. Kell: Dude. You're no fun to play with, you're too good.

Aiden: Kell, I love you, but I think you just suck at the game.

Kell: Dude! I always won against my siblings!

Aiden: Aww. I always let my brother win too when we were little.

Kell: You're cheating.

Aiden: I would never. I take these things very seriously.

2. Kell: By the way, you know that guy I went on a date with before your coma?

Aiden: Yeah?

Kell: Yeah, we were supposed to go on another date literally the day you got into the coma, so obviously I was like "dude, I can't make it, my friend is having a literal medical emergency", and he was like "okay, I'll just break this off here then, bye".

Aiden: Oh nooo. Did I cockblock you with my coma?

Kell: You literally did!

3. Aiden: I'll make it up to you. I'll wingman you so hard. I'll introduce you to literally everyone I know.

Kell: Isn't that, like, the entirety of River Bay?

Aiden: Almost, yeah. So you're bound to find someone.

Kell: Dude, you did not win again.

Aiden: You practically let me.

Kell: Dude!

Peyton: Is now a bad time to say hi?

4. Aiden: Peyton! NO, of course not. I didn't even know you were here, it's been so long!

5. Peyton: Yeah, I seem to recall being ignored for a month?

Aiden: Sorry about that. I was sleeping.

Peyton: For a month?

Aiden: Doctor's orders.

Peyton: Ah, of course. Totally reasonable.

6. Aiden: But don't worry. I'm back in my element.

Peyton: Do I want to know what that means?

Aiden: It means I'm ready to annoy the fuck out of you and text you every millisecond 24/7.

Peyton: Okay, I can get behind that.

7. Peyton: how are you doing?

Aiden: Great.

Peyton: "Great"? Really?

Aiden: So great. How are you? Are you still working at the mall?

Peyton: I quit impulsively a few weeks ago. I should probably get a new job if I want to be able to pay rent, but, eh. Video games are more fun.

Kell: If you're evicted you can move into Sam and Aiden's closet, I hear it's pretty empty nowadays.

Aiden: Totally.

8. Kell: Peyton, you're good at connect 4, right?

Peyton: I'd say so.

Kell: Help me win. Please.

Aiden: Who's cheating now?

Kell: There's no rule that says you can't have someone help you.

Peyton: Don't put it there. One step right.

Kell: Here?

Peyton: Yeah.

9. Aiden: Peyton, I love you so much.

Kell: Dude. Did you just make me lose?

Peyton: [Shrug]

Kell: Fuck you. Both of you.

[New scene]

10.

Sam: You met Aiden right after the car crash.

Jordan: Yes.

Sam: How bad was it? He never told me.

Jordan: Considering the crash, his injuries were very mild.

Sam: But he could've died.

Jordan: He didn't. And I don't think you need to worry about something that happened six years ago.

Sam: No, I just...

Jordan: Just what?

Sam: I don't know.

11. Sam: I hated Aiden when we first met.

Jordan: According to Kell's accounts you were simultaneously in love with him?

Sam: Attracted to. There's a difference.

Jordan: Not to me.

Sam: And how many successful relationships have you had?

Jordan: Well... I've certainly had relationships, I can tell you that much.

12. Sam: Don't you get tired of talking to new people all the time? How do you even find so many people you're interested in? I did it once and now I'm marrying him so I never have to do it again.

Jordan: It's easy if you're drunk and have very, very low standards. It also helps if you're fresh off a 13 hour shift at a hospital.

Sam: That sounds awful.

Jordan: I don't necessarily recommend it.

13. Sam: But you keep doing it.

Jordan: I suppose I have nothing better to do after those 13 hour shifts.

Sam: I'm so glad I dropped out of med school.

Jordan: You should be.

14. Sam: I'm just going to get some water.

Jordan: Okay.

15. Lucas: No, I had to do it because Michael thought it was "rude".

Michael: It was.

Lucas: If I pay for something, I want what I paid for. That's not rude. If I fuck someone's tattoo up I'd fix it.

Michael: You can't compare a meal to something that's permanently on someone's body.

Lucas: You agree with me.

Peyton: Oh, yeah.

Lucas: Exactly!

16. Peyton: Hey, Sam. How are you doing? Sleeping better?

Sam: A little.

Peyton: So... while you're here... Aiden.

Sam: Yes?

17. Peyton: He's acting... suspiciously normal, isn't he?

Lucas: Right? I literally told Michael the same thing ten minutes ago. This is the way Aiden always acts after medical emergencies, he just pretends everything's fine.

18. Sam: It's been a month. Things have gone back to normal, he's not pretending.

Lucas: No, sorry, no offense, Sam, but I don't think you get it. You weren't there all the other times he had to go to the hospital because of drugs--and that shouldn't be plural, by the way--this happens every time.

19. Lucas: He says he's fine and that he's clean now and then he just waits until people stop asking him about it and we're back at square one.

Sam: This was different though.

Lucas: Just because it was worse and because he maybe went through a tiny little bit of withdrawal while unconscious doesn't mean he's magically better.

Michael: Lucas, please.

20. Michael: You yourself said that there's nothing we can do.

Lucas: Well, we can't exactly force him to do anything but there's a difference between overcaring and pushing him away, and being so passive it turns into enabling.

Michael: I agree, but I don't think that has anything to do with Sam.

Lucas: I didn't say it does.

21. Lucas: I just don't want him dead, that's all.

Peyton: I seriously doubt any of us want him dead.

Lucas: Exactly. So we can't just trust that he's better because he says he is.

Sam: That's not what--[Sigh] I don't think it's fair to talk about this behind his back.

22. Lucas: I'd love to discuss this with him directly but he makes it pretty difficult. There's a reason he didn't want to talk to us for a fucking month.

Sam: Maybe it wasn't deliberate. Maybe he was just recovering from a coma.

Lucas: But he was talking to literally everyone else during that time, wasn't he? It's not a coincidence he ignored me, Michael, and Peyton specifically.

23. Sam: I... I don't know his motivation. And either way I don't want to be involved in this.

Peyton: That's fair. I didn't really mean for this to be a whole discussion.

Lucas: Sorry. Look, my point is just... if he's clean, that's fucking great. But I kind of doubt it. Just... keep an eye on him.

Sam: I always am.

[venusiancarbondioxide]

some notes on fun

this is perhaps one of the more stupid things i've ever written in my life, but i feel like it might be important to make some notes on having fun because god forbid, another human being may run into these issues, and i'd like to give them a hand. in fact, i suspect most of them have, but i'm running into them later than most. i'm 25 years old and trying to figure out the concept of having fun in a way that i'm sure most people have figured out by age 10. but hey, better late than never, right?

some background: for most of my life, i've been an achievement-focused planner, all the way back to elementary school. i was the type of kid who would get a 93% on a test and then get mad at myself because i could've gotten a 100%. i really cared about doing well on standardized testing as a third grader. it was essential to me that i do well in those early school years so that i would get into the right classes in high school, and thus get into the right college and complete the right program to have a Good Career That Makes Me Happy, the kind of career where it's more of a thing that you are versus a job that you have. i was convinced that having the right career as a grown-up made you a happy person, and nobody in my life took any efforts to dissuade me of this notion. 

there were stumbles (thinking i wanted to be a professional novelist, that flopping because of the prospects of writers in the modern day, wanting be a lawyer, that flopping bc of my waning faith in the justice system, my brief forays into considering grad school, etc.), but even when i didn't have a plan, i was always Making A Plan. and having fun was allowed. i did things that were fun along the way! i was in girl scouts and irish tap and marching band and had a small group of friends and all of that. but the most important thing was always sticking to the plan. in my defense, there is a lot of societal messaging that says that this kind of career-and-education-focused life is the path to happiness and i was only a kid, so i don't blame myself for getting stuck in that trap. if you believe in astrology, blame it on the fact that my sun's in virgo, i guess. however, i owe it to myself to try and get out of it, especially now that i'm at a point in my life where all plans are gone.

like, really. i have no long-term plan for what the hell i’m doing. my last two "this is where i'm going with my life from now on" plans went up in smoke, most recently another attempt to go back to school. and i was in the process of trying to make another plan, my third "this is where my life is going for sure" plan in two years, when i realized i straight up don’t know what i want to do. i don’t know of anything that sounds enjoyable to me, honest-to-god. and i finally thought to myself, “what if i just have fun? what if my plan is to just have fun?” 

within reason, of course: i’m not going to quit my job with no backup plan just because my job isn’t fun. going to work is a bummer, but you know what’s worse? being evicted. i pick the least-evil of the two unfun evils. but really, what if my only plan was just to have fun? 

i threw that thought at my therapist thinking that she would say something like "having fun is important but it shouldn't be the main thing you focus on in your life" but she was like "yeah no, i think you should just try to have fun for a bit. i think you've been so focused on plans that you're not even sure what you think is fun anymore."

which, ouch, but she's not wrong. ii would not use the word "fun" to describe my current life, nor would i have used "fun" at any point in my life. fun was a thing you had on occasion when you had behaved well and earned it, not a thing your life could be.

but i want my life to be fun! so far, it hasn't, and i think that sucks. what’s the point of being alive if i’m not having fun? and the reasons i’m banned from trying to kill myself are too long to list, so i might as well try to enjoy my life. i am actively attempting fun and imparting the first lesson of fun i learned onto the uhhhhhh three people that have read all of this so far. 

if you have too much fun, it circles back around to not being fun anymore.

as a person who's had alcohol before in their life, you think i might have already known that one. to some extent, i did. too much drinking results in a hangover, too much fun running around the city makes your feet hurt, etc. a physical body has its limits. i have more than one chronic illness—i know that! but it also emotionally makes you feel like shit, which i didn't know. i was familiar with post-fun fatigue, but it was either a) physical exhaustion but mental satisfaction or b) a situation where something had gone wrong in the fun-having process. but now i have Learned. 

the way i learned this was exceedingly simple: i played stardew valley for 11 hours out of a 24-hour period. 

at the beginning of active fun-seeking (literally like, last week), i rediscovered the joy of stardew valley. i’ve always had fun playing stardew valley! so i played some after work when i would normally doomscroll and hey, much better. much more enjoyable. Having Fun, having a more fun day because i am actively taking time to do a thing i think is fun. but then i had a bad day at work on friday, came home, and played stardew valley for about five hours straight. i only realized how much time had passed once my ass physically started to hurt from sitting in the same spot for so long. and it was already close to midnight, so i had a late dinner and went to bed. 

the next day, i woke up at 7:30am and was annoyed that i had woken up so early, so i decided to play some more stardew valley about it. i stopped six hours later. i skipped breakfast and lunch in this process. my eyes were burning like a motherfucker. my ass hurt again, not to mention my wrist. i had a headache so bad that i had to take a four-hour nap (this was also partially due to the weather—my head always hurts when it rains). and emotionally? i felt somewhere between entirely empty and vaguely ashamed. nothing at all like my little post-work stardew sessions. i was so focused on the fun of the game that i had neglected food, consistent water intake, and basic cleanliness (i forwent a shower), and surprise, surprise, it turns out that makes you feel emotionally kind of shitty. getting that wrapped up in the fun circles back around to not being fun anymore. 

i assume all activities have a similar wall. the fun has to stop for basic things like food, water, showering, that pile of laundry i have to do, the dishes, all of that. doing a fun activity when you’re parched from not drinking any water for six hours and you have the dry mouth disease actually isn’t that fun. the same goes for if your hair feels slimy and your wrist kind of hurts and really any of that kind of discomfort. stop what you’re doing, do the minimum self-care stuff, and then you can go back to having fun if you want. 

so now i have a stardew valley limit: no more than three in-game days in a row, and i’m experimenting with no more than five in-game days per regular day total. that would be a little over an hour of stardew valley per day, which is around what my post-work stardew sessions were anyways. it turns out that a small part of me had it right from the start; good for her! hopefully i’ll get lucky and her accidental wisdom will strike again. 

[bedbugbiting]

The New Worst Neighbor in the World and his girlfriend were being assholes outside and I looked out the window to see what the commotion was. The girlfriend saw me even though I'm four floors up and one of well over 100 windows facing that way. She then started making a scene about it. I can't wait for them to leave because I swear I'm going to get my windows shot out or something.

He is the absolute worst and a terrible person, but she sucks, too.

Anyway, I'm actually scared. He's getting evicted, but that doesn't help right now. I'm moving in a year, but that doesn't help right now! Anyway, I don't know how this guy hasn't killed anyone.

[lover-of-skellies]

what happened (if you want to tell)? D:

Hhhhhhhhhh ^^"

I'll put it under a cut, so nobody has to read about my drama unless they really want to for whatever reason

For a bit of context, my sibling and I live with our mom. Our mom's boyfriend lives with us too, along with his daughter and her boyfriend. His daughter and her boyfriend live primarily upstairs, since she's a notorious problem causer and no one in this house actually likes her (I shit you not, she has the most vile and repulsive personality I've ever seen in a human being)

And she has a nasty temper and likes to yell and get aggressive. Verbal abuse from her is nothing new

I don't know the full story from today, but from what my sibling told me, they heard her screaming at the top of her lungs (angry screaming, mind you), and it sounded like she'd started throwing things. My sibling and I grew up with someone who acted similar, and we have trauma from it, so it makes us feel very Not Safe

The police came and talked to us, and they spoke with our mom's boyfriend, but he likes to downplay a lot of the issues with his daughter, so. All the police could say was that the situation sucks and that we should go to the court and get his stupid daughter evicted asap. Considering that this isn't the first time we've called the cops on her, I'm in full support of the idea to evict her

Our mom told her and her boyfriend that they have 30 days to get out, but,, we'll see how far that actually goes. I'm so mentally exhausted from this shit, and I'll believe it when I see it

[enhalusional]

Chapter 1

Sohee has a chance encounter with someone who has an enhypen fansign ticket. Fate was dangling the opportunity in her face. Why would she let go?

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Trigger warnings: Physical abuse, indication of assault, theft, mentions of alcohol and drugs.

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The door-bell chimed loudly, indicating the arrival of a new customer. Sohee willed herself to put on a smile despite her clearly evident tiredness. She had been working double shifts for the past two days in the same café on top of her 3 other jobs. Sleep had been reduced to a mere three hours a day. She badly needed a day off how else was she supposed to make her ends meet? She envied all the people her age who were able to go to college. They had their lives on track. And here she was, not knowing if she would eat the next week. College was out of question. She was grateful for knowing how to read even.

She made the order for the girl who barely looked sixteen years old. The girl had on a white undershirt with a beige tunic cinched at her waist with a white belt. Her smooth and silky hair was left open in waves.

Old Money. 

Rest under the cut

Sohee was sure of it. After being the barista in this place for more than a year now, it was easy for her to judge people through their clothes.

Don't judge a book by its cover.

But that was exactly what Sohee did. Clothes and how they carried themselves in it. It kept her mind off of other things. Like her addict of a father at home who must be waiting to suck her dry of today's tips. Or the due payments to be made to the landlord before they were evicted. The landlord had pitied her enough and given her extensions. And four months was stretching it.

She wondered what this girl was doing here in the first place. Not that it was her business. But she felt bad for any possible encounters the girl might have to face. Sohee sighed for the nth time that day. It was 7:45 PM. Her shift ended at 8. She bobbed her head to the music playing in her ears.

I would give up heaven if I had to

Just to get another taste of your...

Right before the beat drop, the girl in front of her started yelling into her phone. Irritation shot up in Sohee. It had to be now. Did she not deserve to at least listen to her Idols in peace? Enhypen was the only thing that stopped her from doing something awful. Because if something happened to her, how will she listen to their music? See their pretty faces and smiles? Enhypen was the only good thing in her life. The only thing she was the sensitive spot she had. And she went berserk when she was interrupted in her alone time with them. The mental image of Enhypen's body rolls faded away. Her ears picked up on the girl's conversation.

"I can't wait to see them. I'm sure Niki remembers me...I know I am, aren't I? He even calls me Riyu Noona...like of course why wouldn't he? He might be used to pretty faces but none like me."

Of course, everyone was meeting them except her. She was the unlucky one here. Sohee cursed her fate. How can a girl younger than her have everything she had ever wanted? Money, a good house, probably a good family as well and the most important thing, her idols. Life was cruel. But the next second, Sohee heard something that made her eyes go wide.

"I just brought the tickets you know? Premium seats that too...uh huh...you bet I'm wearing that one. As much as I love Niki, I'm also looking forward to catching Heeseung's attention as well..."

She just brought the tickets? Sohee concentrated on her face and her clothing once again. They were ruffled. Her face was a bit tired. She had been out for a good while. Did that mean she had the tickets on her now? Inside that pretty white purse?

Sohee's breathing turned ragged. This could be her chance, right? A young girl was of no match to her strength. But she was rich. Influential probably. Sohee pocketed her phone. Her latest phone that she had recently got.

Or...stole.

She needed to be careful. The girl was leaving already. Sohee bounced in her place and looked out frantically. Why was her coworker always late? She watched in frustration as the girl started fading away from her sight in the night fog.

Shit, Shit, Shit...

From a distance, she saw her coworker approaching. Sohee immediately threw her apron aside and got her bag from the shelf. Without even waiting for her coworker to come in, she dashed out.

"Emergency. Sorry." She told her coworker in a hurry when they met at a distance.

Not hearing her response, Sohee ran towards the empty streets. She frantically looked around trying to spot the girl. She was betting all of this on the assumption that the girl had the tickets in her purse. God forbid, she didn't. All of this would be in vain. After turning the corner, she heard someone slurring. Cracking her knuckles, she inched forward to peep.

"Hey pretty, what are you doing here this late at night? Did your driver not arrive yet?"

You bet he didn't. Sohee thought.

But it was a relief. Both that she had found the girl and that she didn't have to get her hands dirty. She put her hood up and wore her mask. She peeped again and saw the girl whimpering in the corner. One man. She could take him out easily.

She walked over without making a noise. The man got close to the girl, his hand now on her shoulder. A predator. Not a thug. This was going to be fun. The girl saw her through the tear strained face. As soon as the man turned around, Sohee punched him in the eye and kicked him in the balls. Once he fell, she stomped on his balls again for a good measure. The man cried and cursed at her. In the meanwhile, she went to check on the girl.

"There, there. It's alright. He won't do anything now..."

In the process of consoling her, Sohee's eyes fell on the purse beside her. In an attempt to give her a reassuring hug, Sohee swiftly and discreetly reached inside the clasp. She had to suppress the cry of joy when her hand closed in on the stiff paper. She pulled it out carefully and patted the girl's head.

"Be safe. This isn't a good neighborhood. Lots of thugs and delinquents."

And I'm one of them.

Sohee started walking back to her house. These alleyways were her routine. Living here taught her many things. Things that she wasn't proud of. But it was either fight or death. She might've been dead a long time ago if she hadn't adapted. She opened the door to her house. The shabby two bedroom apartment reeked of alcohol. An outsider would've puked at the smell. But over the years, she had gotten used to this. This and the small particles of leftover white powder on the table.

Her father was nowhere in sight. Maybe he left. She wished he wouldn't comeback for another few days. She went to her room and immediately locked the door behind her. But she wished she hadn't. He was one her bed. His big unkempt beard hid the permanent snarl on his face. The drawers were open, the little contents strewn on the floor. Most of them being idol photocards and little pieces of jewelry she had stolen over the last few days.

"You hid the money from me, you bitch." He said.

"I don't have anything." Sohee countered.

"That's a lie." He said. "What use are you even making out of yourself? At least that pretty face gets you tips. Empty your pockets."

Sohee took a few notes out of her pocket. "Not a lot of customers."

Her father cornered her. She held the money up in hope that he would leave soon. But instead, he slammed her into the wall and started choking her.

"Lies. I give you a roof and all you do is lie."

He started going through her pockets in search of money. But instead he pulled out the tickets.

"What is this?"

Upon seeing Enhypen's faces, anger simmered in his eyes.

"Someone you're whoring yourself to?" he asked in contempt.

Fear crept up in Sohee. Her sole joy was in his hands. If anything happened to them, she had no idea what she would do.

"N-no. Please..." she whimpered.

His eyes glinted with delight. He slowly started to crumple the tickets, taking full satisfaction from the panic in her eyes.

"Money! I-I'll give it to you." she said frantically.

"Good girl." He cooed at her and left her throat.

Sohee fell to the ground and scrambled to get the rest of the tip from her inner pockets. But her father wasn't satisfied. He tore a little piece from the ticket with a short laugh.

"No! Wait." She stumbled over to the drawer and opened a hidden compartment. Holding out a bundle of notes, she pleaded him to let it go.

As soon as he saw the huge bundle, he snatched it from her hands. The tickets fell to the ground and Sohee made a dash for it. She hid them behind her and her father smirked at her.

"I'm in a good mood today. You can keep those."

He slammed the door behind him. Sohee rushed forward and locked it shut. She breathed heavily and turned the tickets over. They were torn from the corner but nothing important was amiss.

Good. The staff will surely miss the tear. It's not that big of a deal, right?

She sacrificed all the money she was saving to get out of there. Surely life wouldn't be so cruel to her and take away her hope and love at once. She deserved a break from reality. And she was going to get it, by fighting tooth or nail.  

[smitethestate]

My situation right now is that the website I was writing for over the past 5 years failed and they full on deleted it, and that one freelance gig was my only source of income. The good news is that my spouse is going to grad school right now and we can currently get by on his student loans. The other bad news is that we are, of course, accumulating a ton of debt, including the interest which isn't paused for grad students for some reason. So we may end up trapped in debt for the rest of our lives, which would suck but is not as bad as having no money and getting evicted.

I'm trying to get another remote writing job but the market is fucked as fuck and I've only had two interviews in three months. I would go out and try to get just about any job at this point but I also got myself some carpal tunnel syndrome and I'm seeing a physical therapist under my terrible health plan but I'm afraid that if I have to do anything more intensive than typing with my hands that I will damage them further and be extra fucked forever.

I don't know if my hands will ever go back to normal and it's aggravating my trauma fears about being a burden.

I'm not asking for money I just wanted to express my fucky situation to some people I don't have to look in the eye. Anyway we should all get universal basic income and I will find John Calvin in hell.