#Nine to Five

[vampirecorleone]

"Well, I say we hire a couple'a wranglers to go upstairs and beat the shit out of him." 9 to 5 (1980) dir. Colin Higgins || Costume Design by Ann Roth

[librarianladyx]

I just finished a new project! The pattern is "Pour Myself a Cup of Ambition" from HappySlothPatterns on Etsy.

[geekysteven]

[gaygnocchi]

it’s enough to drive you crazy if you let it

[fayegonnaslay]

Jane Fonda on National Secretaries Day, 1980.

[thedreadfuldawn]

i wasn't meant to spend my whole life working a tedious 9/5 office job for minimum wage and barely have any time for whimsy and otium. then again i dont really know what i was meant for. i just know it definitely isn't this

[spitebox]

"Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change."

[mtvscreengrabs]

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell (1983)

[shousetsubangbang]

by shukyou illustrated by 2013

Manny woke and something was different. For the first time in a painfully long time, something was different. It was Tuesday.

He knew this because it said so on the clock beside the bed, and also it wasn’t his clock. His clock had bright red numbers and no date. He felt like he had its bright and boxy 6:08 burned into his retinas. These numbers were a gentler blue, and its digits were a somewhat more graceful 7:14. The display also told him the temperature outside was 23 degrees F (-5 C), the sunrise would be at 7:22, and, maybe most importantly, it was Tuesday.

Manny just lay there for a minute, trying to catch his breath. He didn’t know what to do with a Tuesday. It had been so long.

Other things were different, too. The sheets were soft flannel against his skin, which was especially noticeable because he wasn’t wearing any clothes. There was someone in the bed on his other side, and that someone was starting to stir. Manny held his breath and cautiously rolled over.

It was Emmett. The bed was Emmett’s, and so was the clock, and so was the room, and so was the come still probably inside of him, because he had said to hell with condoms, because why the hell would someone bother with condoms when the day wasn’t going to matter? Not in a million years had he shut his eyes expecting that the next time he’d wake up, it wouldn’t be to 6:08 and his boxers and college t-shirt and his own bed and his own room and Monday all over again.

Oh, and it was his birthday, finally. Happy birthday to him.

Emmett stirred a little, rubbing his hand across his face. He had the most darling face, the most kissable lips in the world. Manny had gotten very good at knowing just how Emmett liked those lips kissed. He opened his pretty brown eyes, blinked away the confusion of waking, and — oh thank God — smiled. “Hey,” he said sleepily, his hand for Manny’s face.

It was all Manny could do not to bolt like a startled deer. He let out a long, shaky exhale. “I, um.” He swallowed hard. “It’s Tuesday.”

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Read the rest of this story in the full issue, Shousetsu Bang*Bang Issue 113: Nine to Five

[retshirou]

“is it cuz i’m a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot?”

[myastrouniverse]

[80smovies]

[greenesmyfavcolor]

Same vibes✨

[halibellecter]

"Who did you say this order was from, again?"

"It's one of our newest informants. This is why the mission must be handled delicately-- the target must not know she is under surveillance. Your objective is surveillance, but also protection, and, if necessary..." he sighed, "...neutralisation."

"Understood."

"You must become extremely close with this agent, and keep a close eye out for any traces of vulnerability... any potential... entry points... for the Republic's influence. A great deal of close physical contact, emotional intimacy. We could truly only select someone she was not already close to, someone that has a bit of an edge over her-- as an agent of the same rank, with some years' seniority, you are the ideal choice. Will you do it?"

Five glanced over her dossier again. Nothing he hadn't handled before. Back to Keeper. "Of course, sir."

"That's what we like to hear. Your initial rendezvous is already on your comm."

He started to sink back into his datapad before Five had even left the office, going over his correspondence with the informant again. An accusation against his prized agent, his most successful asset, his little pet project turned galactic scale hero. Of course he'd take any measure to protect her. And he'd do it quietly; there was no need to have anyone know but himself and his chosen investigator.

But something about this informant just seemed... off. Strangely familiar. Perhaps they'd met, perhaps the informant even worked within Intelligence-- how else would the man know so much about Nine, who was hard for even her own commander to track down? He just hoped this could be handled quickly and quietly.

Meanwhile, Nine closes out the chat between her poor worried commander and his 'informant', smirks, and goes to get ready for that first rendezvous. Keeper's source had somehow picked out her favorite teahouse, and it's a long walk.

@grandninjamasterren fixed the chat room MB story

[blondebrainpowered]

9 to 5, 1980

[alientater]

Jane Fonda and lily tomlin have to have kissed like… once right?