#and i had really good ramen

[dudeshusband]

i gotta treat myself better. someone has to. at the very least, it'll improve my life a little. any small improvement should be made.

[acebytaemin]

hi ana i know this week has been hard, how was your weekend? i hope you had time to relax and regroup.. sending much love your way 💞

hi angel! thank you so much, i did i did! I hope your week was gentle to you and that you had a nice weekend as well 💖 here’s my weekend in a couple pics hehe ofc you get details in the tags bc this IS ana wantbytaemin after all 🥲🫡

[ashdumpsterpile]

im slorping you sloppy

LIKE RAMEN NOODLES OH MY GODDD IM SO HUNGRY

[t4tstarvingdog]

out of weed because god and the universe conspire against me </3

[californianedgeworth]

started Yakuza 5 with the most important part: getting my Hatsune Miku figure

[albireon]

stolen from here

thought this would be cute but i spent too long thinking about the dynamics and dont have time to actually draw so. sketches

not enough space on the chart to communicate that they suck really bad and just read poetry in front of the pond/behind the school all day and think it is earth-shatteringly romantic. they are sickening

[starpros-sunshine]

RAMEN RESTAURANT OPENING IN TOWN AND THSI STUFF MIGHT ACTUALLY BE REALLY GOOD?!

[timewizard-oldman]

I FUCKING LOVE COOKING

I LOVE BOILING WATER

I LOVE CUTTING VEGETABLE

I LOVE STIRRING

I LOVE APRON

[iamthepulta]

I put the clothes in the washer on a whim and now I don't want to rotate them. I'm in bed with cat :( :( I have tea and I sent my last email for the night and now I want to hide and die.

I'm supposed to host a board game night tomorrow and that is like- the last thing I want to do.

[ranposgirlboss]

Hii^^ Congratulation on 50 followers!!! Could I request a written romantic bsd match up?

Sexuality: pansexual (but I would like a match up with one of the guys if it's okay^^)

Likes: crosswords, cats, rainy&cloudy weather, energy drinks, reading, cosmology, urban legends, long walks, music, powerlifting, shopping sprees

Dislikes: coffee, intense smells, small spaces, geometry, loud noises, bright lights, childish & know-it-all & reckless ppl

Personality: a rather nice, slightly weird loner. a bit too loud for her own good. i'm a pretty chill, collected person who works well with everyone and is always there if anyone needs an advice or opinion. i don't have many friends, getting into any close relationships is kinda hard for me (but if i do, i stay with that person for ages). i barely speak but if i like you and we're in a quiet place i can rant about my interests for hours. i'm that friend you call at 3 in the morning because u did sth stupid and now u need help. and i will get there (after spending 30min screaming at u for how dumb u are and telling u that there's no way i'm getting out of my house rn) no matter how far you could be

Thank you in advance!♡ Hope you're doing well, have a nica day!^^

OMW TO SPEEDRUN THE MATCHUPS REAL >:)

WRITTEN MATCHUP...

POE

MY DUDE IS SPITTIN SOME BARS!! anyways, i put yall together bc i think its super cute!!!! I CAN ALSO SEE HIM GETTING INTO COSMOLOGY IF HE HAD AN S/O WHO WAS INTO IT. yall would read sm about urban legends REAL- also, i saw that you like shopping sprees. poe is very rich :)

THANKS FOR THE REQ!!

[killjoy-prince]

Yesterday's manga haul and lunch!!

[atvbs]

buldak ramen is so good but at the cost of my mouth burning. such is life.

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was working at the sex shop I was pulling poverty wages. I loved my job but I was on food stamps and still barely getting by. When they hired the stores first male employee and he started at my pay rate after I’d been there for three years I quit.

I was initially really nervous when I saw the post for the mattress job. It listed a pay scale that I couldn’t even conceptualize and I appeared qualified. When I got an interview I was over the moon but also petrified. Reactions to my line of work often varied but most people were very embarrassed or skeptical. I worried about how I’d address it in the actual interview.

I lived far to the north of their headquarters and drove almost two hours to get there. When I finally arrived it was in the nicest thrift store clothes I could find, but I shrank inside to see a room full of older white men in nice suits waiting to be interviewed for the same job.

Why did I bother? I was decades younger than anyone else in the room, shabbily dressed, and I suspected I was the only afab person in the entire building. I stewed in my insecurities until I was called in.

The second I met my interviewer I was instantly put at ease. The man had the energy of a therapy dog, he was abound with positive, good natured energy. He was also incredibly beautiful. I grinned back at his welcoming smile as we said our pleasantries. But still. This very beautiful polished man seemed very innocent. How would the sex shop question go?

“I see here you worked at STORE?”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“And that was sales? Or you just rang people up.”

“No, it was sales. I’d help people find products, we were encouraged to upsell, there was sales spiffs, and most importantly we educated customers on products to help them find what they liked best.”

He grinned approvingly and asked, “Can you give me an example of a time you successfully upsold a customer?”

I paused, wringing my hands before I asked, “How vague would you like me to be…?”

“Not at all!” He assured me. “Go for it!”

“Well. A man came in looking for something to make his fingers vibrate so when he was touching his wife it would enhance that sensation. We had cheap $10 cockrings that I showed him first. But we had a rechargeable waterproof one made of nicer material, and after I showed him a demo he bought that one.”

“How much was that one?”

“$110”

“Wow! You had an upsell of 100% from what he came in looking for! That’s incredible!”

He was so truly genuinely stoked and not at all embarrassed that for the first time I saw a tiny glimmer of a future where I didn’t have ramen and peanut butter tiding me over between paychecks.

He asked me to wait then came back to tell me he liked me so much that he wanted to send me right into another interview, if that was okay. He didn’t want me to have to drive back later, it was terribly considerate and exciting. I beamed and told him it would be lovely.

I then had the second worst interview I’ve ever had. The worst goes to the time I applied to be a store manager for a pet food place years later. The district and store manager interviewing me passed notes and texted while I was speaking. When the district manager called to inform me I didn’t get the job I told him I’d never have accepted anyway because I’d never had such a disrespectful interview.

The new man sitting behind the desk radiated an aura of a brick wall. As someone with anxiety I’m highly keyed into the emotional states of people I’m talking to. To receive no feedback at all was my personal hell. After a perfunctory greeting he asked me with no inflection to sell him a pen.

I gathered the shreds of my courage and attempted the Herculean task he’d set me. Through my whole improvised spiel he resisted all attempts at engaging him, regarding me with a cold apathy as I touted the benefits of my fictitious pen.

Halfway through I broke into a cold sweat. My smile didn’t waver but it grew strained as I projected friendliness and warmth into the black hole of his heart. My thoughts scattered and my sales pitch grew redundant in the face of his nothingness. I finally concluded with a hard close and he simply nodded.

He glanced at my resume and commented, “You didn’t ask me to touch or hold it. Though I suppose I can understand from your previous line of work why you wouldn’t.” I shriveled and died inside knowing that I encouraged people to touch dildos all day long and had been too frazzled to offer him the pen.

He bid me a cool farewell. I made it to my car before I started sobbing. I had never been so rattled. I couldn’t understand what I’d done to make him so unfriendly or if my threadbare clothes were what had made him treat me like dirt. I drove an hour and a half to get home, weeping intermittently.

I was therefore taken by complete surprise to receive a call the next day inviting me on board for their five week training program. The first man who’d interviewed me gushed on the phone about how the second guy had loved me and that I was going to be fantastic.

I was in shock. When I showed up to training the second interviewer was charming my new classmates, beaming and laughing. He was an utterly different person. To my dismay I learned he was the trainer for my district and would be my point of contact if I made it through training.

He joked with me later that his interview facade was just a tactic to see how people held up under pressure and I filed him into a category of my deepest enmity. I never forgave him for how small he made me feel that day, but I never showed him the depths of my fury.

I aced every test and went on to be valedictorian of the eight people who had survived the rigorous training process to earn a sales position. When I got my first paycheck I bought myself new clothes, the first non-thrifted things I’d owned in years.

[learnandturn]

I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing “adverse conditions”. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our school’s famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.

After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.

Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyer’s Guild’s phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.

I’m not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.

[dementedspeedster]

you know what i haven't had in ages? ramen.

Accepting || As Said By Kasumi Goto @peranarkia

The look on Thad's face is akin to the shock and surprised of being betrayed by one's closest friend. "What?" he says with utter disbelief, "What kind of hacker nerd are you?"

But before Lonnie can answer, Thad's already held his hand out for them to stop, and grabs them by the wrist, "Nope. No. I can't believe you've said this to me of all people. We're going to best ramen bar I know of. Right. Now." And he is already dragging Lonnie with him. No 'ifs,' 'ands,' or 'buts' about it. He wouldn't hear of it.

Nothing else.

Just ramen.

"The soup broth is to die for, the noodles are expertly cooked, they're the perfect texture and toothsome, paying a bit extra for another soft boiled egg is absolutely worth it and highly recommended—Lonnie." He stops dragging them for a moment to look at them with the utmost seriousness, "No other ramen bowl will ever compare to this. This will change your life and if it doesn't I will never trust taste buds again."

[cxntpxppy]

i need soup or i will die