#and im trying to move in the spring i need money

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I don't like thinking about work unless I'm at work but I have to talk through smth ignore me or whatever

[ohbo-ohno]

🗑️ Creep Johnny this, creep Johnny that. What I want is a creepy Simon. Like he just walks up to Johnny and is like "I think you buy a new couch" and soaps like wtf are you talking about? And when he's on leave he gets home and sure enough his couch has a broken spring.

Simon sends him the exact amount of money he needs to purchase the couch he was JUST looking at on his laptop- since when did simon get his personal address? Or his bank info????

Then Simon just starts. Saying the weirdest shit. Like "the freckles on your taint are cute." Like what??? Not even going to pretend to NOT be looking? And sometimes he'll comment about Johnny wearing less boxer briefs on missions (how does he know it's not like Johnny strips to his underwear and shows off to his l.t. so how does the man know?) Or how he doesn't like Johnny's shower curtains.

And then Simon sends him a selfie (mask on ofc) of himself half naked in Johnny's home bathroom while the man himself is still on base.

And then shit just gets downright strange. He'll come home from base, and find that half his clothes are stuffed into one side of his closet, the other half filled with shit too large for him to wear, smelling like his lieutenant. There's extra toothbrushes, trinkets lying around, food he doesn't usually like in his fridge.

And then the next day Simon walks in with his duffle bag filled with his stuff and acts like they've been living together forever??? His name is somehow also on their lease??

He tries to talk to his family about it but they're all like "Oh, Simon? That nice fellow who visited us while you were deployed? He mentioned being your boyfriend, he was such a nice fellow."

And Johnny just has to live with it. Because he suddenly got saddled with a giant buff boyfriend who he kinda had a crush on so is it really THAT bad?? In the grand scheme of things, Simon could have been A LOT worse, knowing that freak of nature.🗑️

ghost harassing and violating soap will ALWAYS be famous

there have GOT to be a million fics with this general plot and trashy i would LOVE to recommend them to you but unfortunately i am woefully naive to the ghoap fanfictions of ao3. someone send recs

i love ALL OF THIS & im going to add some of my own thoughts but i'm not like. changing your idea lol (btw i love when you said "then it gets strange" as if the first part wasnt strange lmao)

i looove the idea of everyone else on base being super uncomfortable around ghost but not helping johnny out at all with his very obvious obsession because they're just like "better you than me buddy". they're in a large meeting and ghost literally lifts johnny off of his own chair and sets him in his lap, tucks a hand up under his shirt and gropes his pec, and literally everyone is just like "doo doo doo... nothing happening over there..."

im also obsessed with the idea of ghost not even TRYING to act like he's not stalking soap. he's loud and proud about using johnny's toothbrush after him for just a TASTE of his boy. he's jacking off in soap's shampoo and will mention it in front of other people. ghost will look soap dead in the eyes and say "washed your laundry yet? don't. i want your boxers for tonight" and just WALK AWAY

alssososooooooooo ghost moving into soap's house without asking!??!?!? are you insane!?!??!?!!? just absolutely refuses to leave, doesn't understand why soap's so angry, refuses to acknowledge his discomfort. will kick johnny out of his own bed when he starts being too bad :/ starts changing things to his own preference, just scoffs and rolls his eyes when johnny complains

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Hello!

Just saw your post about prompts… 👀

If you’re interested, I’ve been dying for a very particular Buck/Bucky fic, where, during the interrogation scene, the officer has Gale brought in to try and get answers out of Buck ✨

Im a sucker for the extreme angsty stuff, but other than that, I’ll leave the prompt broad and up to your interpretation!

Thank you! ♥️

(This went more "two Steve McQueens fight a couple nazis" and less "oh god why must I watch you be hurt" but I hope you enjoy! Personally, I think Buck's likely the shithouse crazy one of them when it comes down to it, and Bucky just tags along when it happens.)

[cw: blood mention]

After several minutes of going back and forth, the interrogator questioning and Bucky replying over and over with his name, rank, and serial number, the interrogator pauses, then says, "Well, let us try something else."

Bucky expects the man to stand up and threaten him. Instead, he pushes a button on his desk. There's a buzzing outside the office.

Bucky expects guards and guns, maybe a fight. He keeps his seat even as the door opens, ready to spring up if needed but trying to hold himself in check.

There's two sets of footsteps, and then Bucky looks to his left where they stop.

It's a guard, all right. And next to him, still in his uniform, is Buck. He's bruised and busted, though not as badly as Bucky. He's standing at ease, like he's not shocked to see Bucky.

But Buck looks not shocked to people who don't know him a lot of the time. Bucky, though, he can read that face like his favorite book. And Buck's face is stoic, but there's mayhem in his eyes.

"John Egan," Buck says, and Bucky leans forward, ready to go, "What took you so long?"

"Well, I had to come back from London, you know," Bucky replies. "Told you you should have come with."

"Maybe next time I will," Buck says. He licks the corner of his mouth where there's a spot of blood. He looks at the interrogator. "I suppose I'm here for a reason."

The interrogator smiles thinly. He rests on his desk and waves at the guard, who takes two steps back.

Stupid, Bucky thinks. Absolutely and fantastically stupid.

"Major Egan is not being forthcoming," the interrogator says. "And you have also not been forthcoming, Major Cleven."

"Attaboy," Bucky says in his most obnoxious drawl. It makes the interrogator glare at him. Perfect.

"If you think showing me Egan's alive is going to be make me cooperate with you, you're wrong," Buck says, cool as you please. He scratches his wrist. The guard behind him doesn't even twitch. Bucky catches the way Buck's hand doesn't fully uncurl when he drops it to his side again.

"What he said," Bucky adds.

"You Americans and your confidence," the interrogator says, looking like he wants to spit. "Always so certain you can't be stopped."

Bucky shrugs and slouches further in his chair. He finishes his cigarette, stares at the interrogator, and flicks the butt to the floor. The man's nostrils flare. "Buck, when we're out of here, I'm taking you dancing."

"You can try," Buck says, and Bucky moves at the same moment Buck does, grabbing the interrogator by the throat and snatching the letter opener off of the desk. He stabs him through the jugular, holding him up as he bleeds all over his pristine uniform.

He lays the interrogator on the floor and glances at Bucky. The guard's down, too. His neck slashed clean across. There's a razor blade with fabric wrapped around the dull side next to him.

"How'd you get a razor blade?" Bucky asks as he takes the interrogator's gun and knife and searches through his pockets. He finds money and a gold watch.

"They made me scrub their bathrooms," Buck says. "I think it was meant to emasculate me. I found it in the wastebasket."

"They didn't search you?" Bucky asks. He walks to the door and presses his ear to it. There's no noise outside.

"They're undisciplined," Buck says. "Not lazy or dumb, but undisciplined."

Bucky reads between the lines. It won't be easy or simple to get out of here, but the men here won't be expecting a fight. "It's quiet out there," he says.

Buck walks up next to Bucky and hands him a box of ammunition. He tucks two folders into his jacket, then tucks another two into Bucky's. They all have a large stamp on the front that seems to imply importance. "Where's your sheepskin?"

"Traded it out," Bucky says. "You hated it."

Buck stares at him for a moment, then pulls him in and kisses him. "You ever fly without it again, I'll shoot you down myself."

Bucky kisses back. "I'm telling Marge you paused my heroic rescue to kiss me like a bad movie."

"I'm telling Marge you were dumb enough to get captured," Buck replies. He pulls Bucky into a quick hug that Bucky happily returns. "Ready?" Buck asks, holding up the knife he's stolen. His gun's tucked into his waistband so he can grab the doorknob.

Bucky stands behind him, the knife in his right, the gun in his left. The box of ammunition in his pocket makes him feel lucky. The sharp concentration and determination in Buck's eyes makes him feel sure. "Let's get the hell out of here."

[brookiidookiii]

okay so i am having a lot of thoughts abt a killer elizabeth fnaf au.....

(in this au CC survived the bite of 83 but has permanent brain damage from the accident. michael never got scooped or changed his name)

im thinking mmmaybe elizabeth goes apeshit after learning that willy killed a few kids + charlie and murders then decides to murder him to avenge the kids. well elizabeths always been a little bit messed up even from childhood (like killing dead animals and the behavior was usually endorsed by william too) and this time she finalllllyyyy snaps and decides to actually do it then that leads her down a rabbithole of violent tendencies

and eventually she kinda gets driven to madness and needs to tell someone and she decides to go to henry bc she knows he hates william and tells him the truth that willy killed charlie (by now henry has abandoned the company and just makes animatronics as a side job). obv henrys pissed off and believes williams death is justified so he decides to help her cover it up so they stuff william in the spring bonnie suit and leave it behind a sealed off room to rot away

meanwhile because after a while william is pronounced death when nobody can find him and michael inherits the company against his will and is now the only owner of both fazbear entertainment AND afton robotics

basically kind of the evnts of sister location take place. michael goes into the weird underground place and finds old blueprints and realizes uh oh!!!! his dad is a psycho!!!! probably planning to kill kids with these robots!!! and then links the deaths of the 5 kids + charlie with william and comes to the conclusion ohhhhhhh so yeah he did it.

mike tries to contact CC (i call him evan buttttt yea) to ask him if he knows about any of this but CC basically is seperated from anything related to the afton family or fazbear so mike cant get in touch with him, so he goes to henry if he knew anything abt william being the killer and eventaully they meet up in person and henry tells him everything he knows and mike is just horrified beyond comprehension

basically he goes on the same journey of trying to find william but henry refuses to tell him the whereabouts of his location and just replies with stuff like "i cant tell you" or "its better if you didnt investigate" and mike gives up

soon after mikes got no clue what to do with freddys and needs money so he turns it into fazbears freights, finds springtrap but doesnt rlly theres a corpse inside and just thinks it smells from all those years of decaying, and decides to use it as display. while hes in the midst of construction and revamping, he doesnt have that much cash to hire a security guard so he decides to take up the position himself, and fnaf 3 happens from there

after that the rest of the timeline goes on. mike decides to reopen a new restaurant to lure springtrap and take him apart, and his original idea isnt to burn down the place, but instead, elizabeth hears that hes reopening a new restaurant, is infuriated, and burns it down herself with springtrap and mike inside, also killing herself in the fire as an act of suicide. henry kind of moved on from charlies death once he got total closure that will was dead and his death freed the spirits of all the kids

im stilllll working out the details idk if im gonna do anything with it (probably not) but i needed to get my thoughts out and have someway to make elizabeth follow in her fathers footsteps, intentionally or not

[lovethatmakingcoffee]

im going to write the same thing I did for the ko-fi page so followers, please bare with me.

I'm sorry to be suddenly springing this on everyone but for those who know, I got deported from Germany at the end of last October 2023. I had some help from a relative to get me out of that situation but she won't help me with anything financial ever again. Why I was in Germany was because a relative convinced me and my dad that there was work for us there and we should move in with them. That we would get the documents all squared away and immigration would be a snap. My dad got the job as working for her handy man to fix up her estate, and I… Didn't have a opportunity like that. There were a lot of details, but the end of it was that there really wasn't any job, she lied, she didn't help me get citizenship and I was basically deported after spending 8 months there. I was thankfully saved by my mom so I wouldn't become homeless, but my dad is still there. Still with that psychopath. He had no way to leave, cause he no relative to swoop in and help, so he had to stay and work for this freak until he could financially leave. I was trying to make as much money as I could from my end, but my job is mininum wage and I had other expenses but we both thought that he would have time (a years worth) cause she would renew his work visa cause she wants him to work for her. But lo and behold, she remains true to her selfishness and craziness, cause she said she won't renew it because he isnt doing this project for her anymore, but for himself. Which, what? No, he is doing the project so you will pay him and he can escape, but whatever. She had one of us deported, it seems that she wouldn't mind having both of us deported. And that is why I ask for help. I didnt press for financial assistance with my deportation, but I plead with his. He has no one to help him and I'm not enough. Please help him, he gave up so much to help her cause he trusted and loved her (his cousin). But she wouldn't return the favor. So now she is throwing him away cause she's done with him, so I beg anyone to help. He will need at least 10k to get a semi fresh start. 20k would be a comfortable one even though that is asking for so god damn much. But to explain, the finances would be for the plane ticket so he won't be thrown on a thirty hour flight which is possible and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. A $200 ride to the airport cause thats how much it was for me and my luggage and she didn't help with any of that. He had several luggage items so that combined with the plane ticket. Then he will need money for a place to stay until he can get back on his feet and the state he will be moving to is a pricier one but it will have my sisters who will be there for him. They can't help much either cause they are also poor. I intend to ask, and I'm sure they will hand over some but it won't be enough. And then he needs a car since he got rid of his moving to Germany and just general expenses like credit cards and we have a storage space filled with stuff we were going to bring with us but that's not happening. So I ask this much, because it's what he needs but I don't know if it's what he's going to get. I'm sorry for springing this one everyone, but I am literally not enough and won't get any outside help. So please, if you can, please help my dad.

I will make art if requested or short stories if asked for. I won't have too much time balancing out my job and things, but I will commit. Just send a request and I'll type that shit like there is no tomorrow. Just please, help us. I am actually begging and losing my mind over it. Please.

I'm sorry to be suddenly springing this on everyone but for those who know, I got deported from Germany at the end of last October 2023. I had some help from a relative to get me out of that situation but she won't help me with anything financial ever again. Why I was in Germany was because a relative convinced me and my dad that there was work for us there and we should move in with them. That we would get the documents all squared away and immigration would be a snap. My dad got the job as working for her handy man to fix up her estate, and I… Didn't have a opportunity like that. There were a lot of details, but the end of it was that there really wasn't any job, she lied, she didn't help me get citizenship and I was basically deported after spending 8 months there. I was thankfully saved by my mom so I wouldn't become homeless, but my dad is still there. Still with that psychopath. He had no way to leave, cause he no relative to swoop in and help, so he had to stay and work for this freak until he could financially leave. I was trying to make as much money as I could from my end, but my job is mininum wage and I had other expenses but we both thought that he would have time (a years worth) cause she would renew his work visa cause she wants him to work for her. But lo and behold, she remains true to her selfishness and craziness, cause she said she won't renew it because he isnt doing this project for her anymore, but for himself. Which, what? No, he is doing the project so you will pay him and he can escape, but whatever. She had one of us deported, it seems that she wouldn't mind having both of us deported. And that is why I ask for help. I didnt press for financial assistance with my deportation, but I plead with his. He has no one to help him and I'm not enough. Please help him, he gave up so much to help her cause he trusted and loved her (his cousin). But she wouldn't return the favor. So now she is throwing him away cause she's done with him, so I beg anyone to help. He will need at least 10k to get a semi fresh start. 20k would be a comfortable one even though that is asking for so god damn much. But to explain, the finances would be for the plane ticket so he won't be thrown on a thirty hour flight which is possible and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. A $200 ride to the airport cause thats how much it was for me and my luggage and she didn't help with any of that. He had several luggage items so that combined with the plane ticket. Then he will need money for a place to stay until he can get back on his feet and the state he will be moving to is a pricier one but it will have my sisters who will be there for him. They can't help much either cause they are also poor. I intend to ask, and I'm sure they will hand over some but it won't be enough. And then he needs a car since he got rid of his moving to Germany and just general expenses like credit cards and we have a storage space filled with stuff we were going to bring with us but that's not happening. So I ask this much, because it's what he needs but I don't know if it's what he's going to get. I'm sorry for springing this one everyone, but I am literally not enough and won't get any outside help. So please, if you can, please help my dad.

I will make art if requested or short stories if asked for. I won't have too much time balancing out my job and things, but I will commit. Just send a request and I'll type that shit like there is no tomorrow. Just please, help us. I am actually begging and losing my mind over it. Please.

If I reach 20k on both goals combined, I will freeze them so no one adds anymore, thanks you.

[wygbyrm]

stream of consciousness ramble about my stupid baka life below

so i guess im looking at going back to school. and i really still have no idea what i want to do with my life but my local community college has a broadcasting program and every single class i'd have to take sounds like some insanely epic shit that i would love. like photography, film appreciation, history of animation, creative writing, philosophy, environmental science....... among other things, but i don't know if i should do it bc the last time i picked a major on a whim bc it sounded cool i failed out in under a year and went on a three year long bender about it.

but at the same time i didn't really give a shit about anything in flight school other than actually flying the plane, and i was only doing it because i was trying to be smart and pick a career where i could make a lot of money.... and i guess i don't really give a shit about how much money i make as long as i can afford to live and buy weed..... but at the same time if i majored in broadcasting what kind of fucking job would i even get?

plus if i register for classes here, i'm basically locked into living at home and that is a dark and dismal prospect...... but im pretty much locked into living at home anyway because it's not like i can go back to live with my friends with no goals, no job, and no direction.

plus, all the people i was close with in my frat with are graduating either this fall or in the spring, so i wouldn't have anyone to live with long term. i guess i could live with some of the new brothers but i also don't want to be that guy who keeps hanging out with college kids to relive the glory days or whatever.

because i know some dudes like that and it is a depressing lifestyle, i need to move forward. i need to find a path of my own. it's just hard because i just feel like im not ready and im going to fail again. i'm really scared, i guess....

[the-kipsabian]

so heres the gist of it

im unemployed

that should be the end of it lmao. unfortunately its not

on top of that, i live in one of the cheapest single bedroom apartments in the entire city. and yet according to new rulings that started this spring, im paying 12 euros too much for rent to be considered for the full amount of financial help that i should be able to get to help pay for it, which delays my paperwork every single time i apply for this benefit (thats high key crucial for my survival as, again, im unemployed as fuck) and they keep insisting i need to look for a cheaper apartment (which is impossible, there literally isnt any in this whole city and if there is, they are so sought after at this point people nab them immediately so...) or i might lose most of those benefits in the future. so thats fun

but i cant move cause i cant afford a more expensive place cause 1. im still unemployed as fuck and 2. they wouldnt approve of my paperwork cause even higher rent would be against their rules and the cost limit they are enforcing so...

ive been trying to get a job for a well over a year and a half now. nobody is hiring even tho a lot of people are looking. it always comes down to either being in a location i cant get to (cause its too far and i dont have a car or the hours are so inconsistent i cant make it without a car, usually) or just not being good enough with my skillset or whatever the fuck. it always goes to someone else and its been like that for months now so.. yeah, im kinda stuck with that too

HOWEVER the city has decided to add another fucking wrench into my entire situation since remember, im 1. unemployed as fuck, 2. i dont own a car, or even have a license for that matter, to move around everywhere, and 3. the government is actively trying to get me to move into a cheaper apartment that simply does not exist in this city ffs or they might cut my benefits or at least delay all my payments with taking ages with the added paperwork cause of that :)

so now? they have completely destroyed the bus schedules to my part of the city. nothing moves in or out of here past half six on the evening on weekdays anymore. even worse, on weekends nothing goes past two in the afternoon. which is.. ridiculous. that means that if you work evening shifts, tough shit youre not getting home unless you bike or walk (which isnt exactly a valid option with winter coming soon and lasting for like 75% of the year lmao), youre not getting to morning shifts if they start at 7am cause nothing moves from here before that, god speed if you work on the weekends cause youre really not moving from here or to here almost at all since the schedules were already horrendous and now theyve cut at least three or four drives from that sssssooooooooo

basically what this means is that it cuts my possibilities for jobs i can apply and accept a RIDICULOUS amount. any normal retail job would ask you to be able to work both morning, day and evening shifts; i literally cant do two of those anymore which ofc limits my chances dramatically as someone they would consider hiring. work on weekends? yeah i was already on the fence for it since my saturdays are usually hangout days but i was willing to make sacrifices but knowing i wouldnt be able to work past half two? yeah again, limits my chances so much on being hired

which means. im already struggling to get a job. now with this new schedule they are limiting me so much more on what i can go for and what i can be hired for so i can actually cover any shifts on anything ever. which in turn means im not gonna have that money i need to pay for a bigger apartment. which means im not gonna be able to move. which means im stuck with these schedules. which means im limited in what jobs i can apply and get even considered to be hired for. which means....

you see the issue? you know why im fucking upset and mad and angry and sad and i actually had a screaming crying fit last night cause i cant fucking handle this shit and how inconsidered this whole fucking thing is to literally everyone?? the people who changed the bus scheduling said its cause of the lack of customers (which isnt even true and they compared summer numbers to winter numbers which fucking LMAO ofc people use the busses less during the summer when they can bike or scoot about so much easier. and most of them are not even in town anyways for their vacations so) but also its important to note that i live in the part of town where theres a lot of families and old people and the lack of cars and kids moving around here from school to back is actually very big and yet. YET

im just.. sorry. i needed to get this out. cause its utterly ridiculous and im now stuck in this fucking cycle and i dont know what to do. im gonna send an application for any potential open apartments to the firm i rent from right now since they cover the entire city and have basically the cheapest places here so that maybe i can get something offered to me if anything frees within the next year or so. apart from that i have no idea what to do. i have no desire or money to get a license, let alone a whole ass fucking car, i get anxiety just thinking about driving. im just stuck here, in this goddamn loop that just somehow got worse as i discovered this whole bus scheduling issue last night. and i really dont know how to break it with how these things are all affecting each other

i left the city some feedback about this and got my friends to do it too since we are all fucking mad about this but.. unless they get a noticeable amount of it, i doubt they'll be doing anything about it, or at least not very fast so. im just stuck and im fucked and im upset and im angry and i needed to get this out im sorry if you read this whole thing im just. im going to fucking explode

[ticklefits]

hello hello everyone, kalos here! as much as i’ve missed being here casually and for fun, my life has become so hectic and stressful that it’s been hard to get on this blog almost at all. on top of that, i’ve gotten into a horrifying situation in which i’ve recently come to owe a little over 6k for tax situations that i couldn't have seen coming and don’t have any real way to appeal it without putting myself in more jeorpardy. i'm between jobs at the moment with few prospects, so i'm hoping to get some extra help in paying down this debt so i can finally breathe and not lose my mind even more than i already have. on top of this, my physical and mental health is at a low bar and my roommates and i are trying to move out of our shitty apartment that only keeps raising in rent, which is only making things worse. to start trying to ease this debt off of me, i’m opening up fanfic commissions again, with updated prices and fandoms. if you’re interested, please continue to read on past the read more. if you’re feeling generous and have the means to donate w/o a commission, i would be forever grateful and i may just write you something anyways. ♥ please reblog this post and help spread it around!

• you can view samples of my work using the tags k’s writing. , k writes. , my masterlist on my blog and my ao3 account. 

• i will write: almost any genre, violence, blood / gore, smut, canon x oc, canon x reader, aus, potentially anything else not on the will not write list, just talk to me about it. 

• i will not write: s*xual *ssault / noncon / dubcon, incest / pedophilia, parents tickling children / really anything having to do with young children ( below the age of 13 ) at all, excessive age gaps, historically dated pieces ( i’m really not good at that at all , unless it’s futuristic ).

• you can message me either in tumblr ims, asks, or we can exchange discords, which i think personally would be the easiest way! i’m also open to email as well.

• i’m opening up all 8 slots and will be going in order of first come first served. you can request priority / express for your fic for an additional fee. you can find the slots on my pinned post.

• turnaround time is currently between 1 week to 8 weeks depending on where your commission is in line, how long it is, and my own schedule. i’m currently working full-time as well as attending college full-time, but i’ll be on spring break starting march 31st. i will give you a specific time frame at the time of discussing your commission.

• you must be 18+ to commission nsfw content, no exceptions.

• i will post all commissions on both my blog and my ao3 account, as well as send it directly to you however you’d like. you need to tell me ahead of time if you don’t want your fic posted publicly and/or if you don’t want your handle tagged on the posted fic.

• there will be no extra charge if i go over the amount of words for the price you paid. i.e. if you commission a fic at 2k words and i write 2.5k, there will be no additional charge to you. 

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COMMISSION DETAILS:

when requesting your commission please include the following:

• the ship / characters you want in your fic and/or if it’s an x reader fic. poly relationships may be an additional charge, dependent on amount and characters.

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[ven-dett-a]

HAJIME (the yankee) HC (rlly testing what hc means in this case ig)

Okay so my favorite one other than the tattoo artist is flower shop (keep in mind im trying to keep in mind the timeframe the game happens in the best i can. Also that im a filthy American so idk japanese customs for some things heart emoji) Some basics that im not explaining just yet is i dont believe hajimes family is the best off financially, stable enough now but when hajime was younger there was alot more struggle. Id also like to add, My hc that while hajimes mom was japanese, Hajime was born in america and they only moved back to japan when he was 8. Theres reasons to this that tie into the hc above (specifically the fact im not mentioning his father) that ill explain later. I havent found any proof for hajime or tsuginos ages around this time so i imagine theyre 16 --- There was a flower shop owned by this little old woman, only opened during the spring and summer. It was located in a small strip with two other stores beside it, an old building a few feet behind the flower shop, between them was an alleyway where the dumpster for the flower shop sat. A bit far from the exit but she managed. One night when she walked out, there was a boy laying against the dumpster, no older than 12, hands pressed against bleeding wounds and his mouth and he tried to regain enough strength to get home. --- (This is set long before he meets tsugino for knowledge) As we know in canon hajime got into fights, tsugino mentioning this detail when describing hajime early on in tsog, "he would tell me stories on how he had defeated men who had tried go get in his way, or how he had beaten a shoplifter to a pulp... Such unimportant sagas." I imagine he didnt just start that suddenly, it had been going on for a while. And he seems prideful in the fact hes won, so its likely hed never tell tsugino about the losses. The beginning of this headcanons simple, Hajime lost a fight badly, he was over cocky and bit off more than he could chew. what little stuff hed brought was taken from him and he was just left there. The owner of a shop infront of the alleyway had gone to throw away the last bits of trash from the day and had found him groveling, hand covering his mouth to keep the noises of pain as quiet as possible as he was trying to stop the bleeding from some of the more serious wounds. The old lady had brought him into her store quickly, using what she had to help bandage him up. Violence outside wasnt uncommon, but for a young child.. While fixing the young boys wounds she had given a slight lecture about fighting, in response he turned his head away, if it wasnt for the fact he was hurt he wouldve just left. The old woman sighed as she continued working on bandaging his wounds. --- The shop owner continued bandaging the boys arm, but after a spout of silence.... "...who started it?" The woman asked as she knotted the bandage off. The boy didnt look at her for a moment, eyes glued to the floor, worrying his already busted lip between his teeth. It took him a few moments to finally grumble out the answer. "I did.." "Now why would you do that?" The old woman questioned his motives on a whim, she didnt know this boy, but wanted to know non the less. This is where hajime would go silent again, the woman beginning to work on cleaning up his blackened eye. --- The headcanon above comes into play here, hajime did provide an explanation finally, he did it for the money, street fighting had a payout and he was pretty good at it, his mom needed the help but places didnt want to hire a kid. The woman was silent after that until shes gotten him cleaned up. Before she sent him home however she told him to come back to her shop after school the next day. Surprisingly he did. A small loaf of bread in hand aswell, telling her it was from his mother as a thank you for helping him the night before. -- The old woman waved her hand. "Im not in need of that sweetie.. but if youd really like to thank me, could you help me get this display moved? Its hard on my poor bones.." --

he did. Hed help the woman with a few more things aswell. He didnt see the problem with it, despite everything he was taught manners. Once hed finished however she'd handed him an envelope, upon opening it there was money. She told him shed see him again tomorrow. He continued that process until the end of the season, it wasnt an official job persay, the lady explained once that he was being paid under the table, but it was still money. It was still helpful. Hed return the next season, and the next, and the one after that. Soon he was being paid as a normal employee. He didnt stop fighting, often times showing up to work with a few cuts and bruises, a black eye here and there. The woman stopped scolding him after a while, changing to asking if hed atleast won this one. Hajime had stayed working at the flower shop every season until his death. Visiting his grave youd always find new bouquets every week. its important to bring up why i think this fits him The old lady is there because i wantwd him to have mor interaction outside.of tsugino, but i think a job at a flower shop doesn't contrast his personality that much The concept of him being a delinquent but being one of the only people to like tsugino the way he is is very similar to him getting into fights but working at a flower shop for a elderly woman

[1d1195]

sam, sam, sammmmm. it’s been a hot minute. im still out of the country, wifi is terrible, i am even more so. HAHA. BUT I MISS GETTING ON HERE AND TALKING WITH YOUUU😭😭😭 but thank goodness because i finally got free time to binge read all the one shots and series you’ve posted (except Honey, it’s the only one left and i’m going to wake up tomorrow and start because i KNOW im going to eat that up) AND ITS BEEN SO MUCH FUN SO THANK YOU SO MUCH.

can i just say how absolutely awesome it is that you run this account and you share all this with us? honestly i don’t even read your summaries anymore because i genuinely know that if you wrote it, ill love it. not even kidding.

SAMANTHA I JUST READ MOST AND YOU WERE SO RIGHT😭😭😭 I WOULDVE DIED IF I HAD TO WAIT FOR THAT😭😭😭 BUT OMGGGG MY HEART LITERALLY HURT SOOOOO BAD READING THAT STORY BUT IT WAS SOOOO GOOD. i was worried cause i remembered all the lauren hate mail but HONESTLY??? I WAS EXPECTING WORSE. I WAS SOOOOO SCARED SHE WAS GOING GET WITH HARRY I WOULDVE THROWN MY PHONE. she was just a jealous bitch, whatever.

the traditional blurb? and then the EXTRA traditional blurb??? BAHSHJEUSHAUAS HOTTTTT. I LOVE THEM🥹

the “heaven is a place on earth” cover is SOOO good, better believe it’s going straight to the clean up playlist. I HAVE A FEW SONGS TO SHARE AS WELL !!! “tenenbaum” by the paper kites - “sweet heat lightning” by gregory alan isakov - “hope” james bay

life is soooo ughhh. there’s something wrong with me, i dunno. please tell me you’re faring better, how’s life ? what’s new ? tell me everything ! love you lots <3333

~🎶

AHHHHHH!!!!! HIIIIIIII!!!!!!! I've missed you so much! Bad wifi is the worst! I figured you were still traveling but it's so good to hear from you!!!! Probs for the best you saved Honey as well, you'll see 😭 I think I got 15 messages for one of the parts. I hope you enjoy 💕

YOU'RE SO SWEET I COULD CRY 😭 I love this blog more than anything tbh. It's so nice to be here and write stuff but it's even nicer that you (and others) enjoy it and let me know that you do 😭 thank God for one direction, am I right?

I hate Lauren (although not as much as some of you 🤭) I briefly toyed with Harry dating but I don't think I could make him date Lauren. Maybe someone else. But Lauren would have been too much I think I'm glad you loved the story overall even if your heart hurt!

Traditional is always a safe bet, I think. I'm glad you loved them too! 💕

Okay listening to Paper Kites but they sing that other song I mentioned to you before so I'm VERY ready to listen to this song 10000 times in a row. (I'm listening to it right now, and I'm loving it thus far). I'm always here for a Gregory Alan Isakov song as well. James Bay for me is about 50-50 but I'll give him a fighting chance (I def heard Let It Go one too many times on the radio back in the day so I'm biased--isn't it weird though? I'M allowed to play the song over and over but the RADIO should NEVER.)

There's nothing wrong with you. Life IS soooo ughh. I'm doing alright. I feel like my energy is off and I'm not sure why (probs $$ related). I feel less stressed than I have in years which is nice, but in a constant state of being busy. Work is good overall! Which is like a HUGE load off my back. Otherwise, just trying to enjoy the little things every day so I don't become filled with existential dread 🙃 I don't have too much new going on. I'm one of those people who shift their closet from spring/summer to fall/winter (and back) so I did that over this past weekend and basically I never need to go shopping ever again (but also I have coupons so what am I supposed to do? Not use FREE MONEY!?) I'm SO obsessed with coffee it's borderline unhealthy but Gilmore Girls says it's fine so it is what it is. I need to start reading again. I've been rereading the same scene of "who did this to you" from what of my books just to feel something and I cannot move on. I mentioned it in an ask to my 💜-anon, but I straight up have two book-boyfriends right now and I'm literally so in love with them it's probs unhealthy as the coffee addiction. I have a wedding to go to this month which I'm not really looking forward to. October is SO busy and I feel like I'm rushing through this message but I am trying my HARDEST to finish a one-shot update for Thursday 😭

Anyway.

TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOU AND YOUR TRIP. Tell me everything as well! What has you thinking life is so ughhh?

MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! LOVE YOU 💕

xoxo

[5l0v3rsr0ck5]

｡⁠:ﾟBut with everybody watching us, our every move, we do have reputationsﾟ⁠:⁠｡

About me(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

｡⁠:ﾟName: Finnleyﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟAge: Not Comfortableﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟGender: Trans Mascﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟSexuality: Pansexualﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟFacts about me: I love crocheting, music, my friends, and bugs. I despise cheaters and bullysﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟTakenﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟDNI if : Furry hate • Homophobic. • Transphobic. • Racist. • Etc.ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟSo I don't blame you, if you want to bury me in your memory, I'm not the girl I ought to be, but maybe when you tell your friends, you can tell them what you saw in me, and not how I turned out to beﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Things I support

Furries

LGBTQ+

And others opinions

(tell me if I forgot something)

｡⁠:ﾟYour the sun, you've never seen the night, but you hear it's song from the morning birds. Well I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star but awake at night I'll be singing to birdsﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Things I do not support

Pedophiles

Vivzipop(?)

Homophobia

Transphobia

Trump and biden

Pro shippers

Anything bad atp

Music!!

｡⁠:ﾟYour my baby say it to me, baby, my baby, tell your baby that im your babyﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟWild women don't get the blues, but I find that, lately I've been crying like a , tall child. So please hurry, leave me I can't breathe please don't say you love me.ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟI don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hands, I've been trying to lay my head down, but I'm writing this at 3 AM. I don't need the world to see that I've been the best I can be but, I don't think I can stand to be where you don't see me. ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟIf you need to be mean, be mean to me. I can take it and put it inside of me. If your hand need to break more than trinkets in your room you can lean on my arm as you break my heart. Just don't leave me alone wondering where you are I am stronger than you give me credit for.ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟYour starting to look really weird, oh yeah your face is out of place and I can't make you out. And I forget just what you sayﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟFor I'm starting to learn I may never be free, but though I may never be free, fuck you and your money, I'm tired of your money.ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟI was asleep for days, and now you're the only thing keeping me awake. A calculator will make the same mistakes, yeah I see it in its face. Hold on tight to this time this place cause everything you know will be erased, you were born inside your head and that is where you be when you are deadﾟ⁠:⁠｡

[carmenthabaddie]

It’s been a while but I started a 21 day no meat basically vegetarian spiritual detox for spiritual reasons. I messed up only twice but got it together and sticking to my goal and no longer need instant gratification and dopamine hits from social media. Hence why I been updating less. Honestly because I’m living and have things to do and not be on social media too much.

My goal is gratitude and journaling prompt apps every morning. And hygiene morning and night. And meals and hydration with water and aloe and herbal teas. And my vitamins and supplements daily. And daily cardio and when spring time comes hot girl walks for 20 minutes and fresh air and grass and sunlight. Daily using protection and energy cleansing soaps to cleanse my energy every day before bed. And more planned spells and rituals and spiritual showers and work with the moon phases.

And work on my style more mature for 31 year old and more my age. And my sp who is Virgo teach me about fashion especially designer fashion and dress me like his personal Barbie. And beauty treatments and plastic surgery make go from 5 to 10. I may not be naturally pretty but my confidence and personality and kind soul and appearance enhancements can make me 10.

And keep practicing to drive with family. It’s hard. I hate it. But I’m keep trying but at this point I want to move to NYC and public transportation and my sp David drive and try to teach me. I’m gone not let this issue hinder my goals. Not everyone was made to have driver’s license. I’m glad I’m not stressing about that and sex work. Sex work is on the back of my mind. Weight loss and entertainment is on the forefront of my goals and priorities. And branding myself and views and engagement and more followers and improving content and being strategic when posting. Posting with intention. Im getting better. Spacing out my posting music and pininterest and affirmation videos and journaling and scripting and practicing singing and performing and persisting and affirming and taking charge of my life and being proactive.

Took these photos a few days ago. And makeup was on point. Red and curly hair looks good on me. Spirit and ancestors want me to persist and keep pushing and trust and put spirit and my black ancestors first. And love myself and accept myself and go hard for what I want. Put spirit and ancestors first and let them put me where I need to be. And give glory to spirit and my black ancestors. Im going hard in 2024. It’s my time to shine. All I do is win. Hoes can stay mad.I’m riding to the top. These hoes can stay pressed. Money and success already here. All is mental and i control my mind and not my mind control me. I’m the baddest bitch.

[bandofchimeras]

posting a lot rn sorry Im gonna readmore this vent that is a standin for next therapy session

i have a lot of trauma from losing my last few housing situations over interpersonal conflict and not having enough money or being good at managing my money. I was too ashamed to ask for what I needed until it was desperate and I had no options.

I have big decisions to make that are producing so much anxiety. and am burnt out. but also grateful and astounded at the miracle that is life.

so can't handle small talk right now. my whole chest is splitting open with the need to be somewhere I feel loved and safe bc I know who tf I am now....but knowing I have to make these next moves out of my own initiative

somewhere deep in my brain I know this isn't all my fault but I had to stop victim thinking to get myself out of the Hole and consequently just Shut Up about the Pain

the last people I lived with really wanted me to shut up and conform perfectly to the anxiously controlled life they'd constructed bc I was there temporarily

and for my part I was in depression self centered funk and coming out of abuse too brainfoggerd to remember the rules

One of them is a former mutual and he was also a transmasc person I had a crush on and we had a short little Thing

what they ended up doing was 1000% shitty asshole stuff like kicking me out in the middle of winter after I communicated I was in too much pain from moving in and work, and requested a two week extension, and trying to charge me illegal "storage fees" when I needed time to get my stuff after being kicked out.

my discord friends had to help me parse that these people were not my friends and did not care about me at all. I thought they did. but the guilt they laid on thick and blamed me for their actions has been dragging around my ankles for awhile and I just want to shake it off, I want to be okay and not soaked in guilt like milk toast

the situation also led to my car being stolen, getting in a crash, my cats health severely declining until she passed away this spring. just fucking wrecking ball on everything I was attached to for any sort of comfort or sense of reality.

Right before that my long term job that was....dubiously ethical, my sort of boss fired me in a similarly guilting way, and similarly could see exactly why they had a problem with me but I just, at the time I simply could not show up how I needed to. Not killing myself was an accomplishment. And this boss was deeply prejudiced against autistic people despite running a group home. I genuinely hated her guts for how miserable she made everyone around her while also recognizing I wasn't doing much better.

anyways through this time period kitchen work has become this attachment that toughens me up and feels doable while my brain is inflamed, despite being shit for my disabled body. I can't shake free quite. I don't have a permanent house and all my friendships feel weird and troubled in that way only mutual survivors of emotionally neglectful or abusive families and religious trauma can, like every thing I do or say can be wrong, or isn't giving someone enough attention or isnt the response they want or is bad bad bad bad

and so yeah, making new friends is hard

letting people in feels impossible

looking for decent jobs too

I'm not a mess in the way I have been but it's all messy inside and I'm sad and tired and very hypersensitive to rejection, every day breaks and makes me again and I miss writing and loving and feeling good

I thought pride would be so fun and make me feel better. It was cool in a lot of ways, but also grimly corporate and fangless and expensive, there were a ton of missed connections and the couple I went with was being nitpicky and hurtful to each other and even at the club dressed to the nines and dancing my little gay heart out I felt disconnected and ignorable (maybe it's just a Seattle thing, moving from a small-town environment into big urban reminds you you're nothin special all in all) and couldn't see the magic

I miss my ex or at least keep seeing stuff that reminds me of caring about her in that specific way and the bridge we tried to build across everything despite it all and I know we still care about each other just couldn't stop the fucking awful Bullshit, moving on would be easier if I could just dismiss people entirely

and at work things started falling apart too, my boss got super guilt happy at overworked caregivers and I lost all respect for him and was mega triggered and posted about it and embarrassed myself. theyre more okay I guess but everyone seems so demoralized and worn down by being criticized and used up and overcharged and under loved and I don't want to give any more right now, I want to rest rest rest and make art and I can't let myself while I'm living in someone's living room and both of us are working around eachothers mood disorders

meanwhile my family while making progress is still on about how I have to accept criticism of my gender identity if I want to talk to them about the harm done by their religious ideology and MEANWHILE I develop deep feelings for yet another unavailable cis man for bare minimum shit

i don't know I guess it feels like other people know how to have friends and love and enjoy things and I am missing the boat and if I don't change something indistinguishable super fast, it will be too late for me and I will continue to ruin every good thing that comes my way and.magnetically attract trouble

and it doesn't help that my attempts to connect online also feel desperate and awkward like I'm really a sick puppy who wants headpats but aren't we all they say

some days I do think overall it would be easier to Kermit but I can't do that to my siblings AND there are many buoyantly beautiful things bout life I am looking forward to like top surgery and kissing boys like I mean it which someday will feel real and not like a knife twist in the chest

also I haven't got enough sleep lately and my period came back so hopefully this stupid shit is more bearable in a few days I'm just gonna watch OFMD and hug myself to sleep and literally kill anyone who is a hater about the tiny things that bring me joy bc I am fucking doing my best out here to stay afloat and not yuck other people's yums either

[venusloveslobotomies]

hi, i'd like to request a sp matchup (with a male preferably)

appearance-wise:

5'7 (i think, maybe taller?) with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a few ear piercings. i literally stabbed myself in the ear with a safety pin for one of them. i get freckles, esp in spring and summer. I usually end up wearing hoodies and pj pants or mad short crop tops and loose pants. lowkey trying to change my style to a little bit of a hippy outdoorsy vibe if u know what i mean. i wear a shit ton of jewelry, mainly necklaces n bracelets too.

personality-wise:

i'm an esfp and pretty athletic. i play lots of sports lol. i'm very hyper too and i don't think I've stopped moving since i exited the womb. i'm definitely very talkative and easy to distract. i don't smoke (don't like the smell) but i do drink (usually at parties). i'm late to literally everything and am usually injured in some way that is mildly embarrassing, like falling down a hill and spraining my ankle (this has happened 4 times this year). i'm directionally challenged and can't walk straight either. also my room is a mess due to my constant depressive state school has me in. like a mess. like bad. i'm also arguably the funniest person ever. i'm very argumentative though, specifically w words and not actions. i win like every time though bc i am fiercly competitive. i have a massive ego too im ngl. also i'm an awful driver. like i run red lights, don't stop at stop signs, almost hit a kid, hit lots of curbs, and run over those grass strip things. one of my teachers told me natural selection was gonna take me out and it's my favorite thing anyone has ever said to me. i also take pictures of EVERYTHING and massively overshare. i have a job, and it is vile, but i happen to enjoy spending money and usually end up broke every week. oh also im a sagittarius sun and i like to think that it suits me very well.

i also can't spell so whoopsie.

craig! craig! craig!

Bestie you need that calm, balanced energy in your life.

He’s down to do some crazy shit and clearly loves a partner who vibrates with energy of any kind.

Probably helps you clean the depression nest (girl me too, my room is a shitshow)

I think he loves a good chat so y’all will definitely go down eight different directions in every conversation.

I get the vibe that he combines a bit of edgy fashion with the Peruvian cultural dress (ye, im so in on that hc) and he would appreciate a partner who could match his style.

Makes you take all the pictures for Stripe’s instagram.

hope u like!!! sorry ive been behind on requests. lexapro withdrawals have literally ruined the last several weeks for me (kinda my own fault cause i took so long to get my refills)

[goawaymars]

senior assassin day 1 and a half

ima senior in high school now and im doing senior assasin and i have never been so fucking terrified and excited in my life! i havent touched tumblr but neigh i shall document my forthcumings here

senior asasasin for those who dont know is a senior tradition at least at my school where everyone puts like 10 bucks in a potluck and are assigned a random person they have to water before the end of the week and to move on you need to get your person out and not get gotten before the week ends and this goes on and on until theres one person and they get all the money in the potluck (its up to over 1000 bucks by now!!!)

first half day should have been day 4 but ive been out of town for spring break so im counting the half as the night i pulled up back to my house: i show up i help my family unpack the car, im looking around, nothing outright sussy its fine

day 1 (today) this morning my dad says he say a teenager sitting in their car parked on the corner with their hood up playing on their phone, he thinks they were gonna try to assassinate me and they left before i left the house bc i slept in

...

tonight i am out with my gorls

i come home

i dash to the garage

i hear footsteps behind me

but neigh

i escape!

i am not wet!

I LIVE ANOTHER DAY!

but neigh i recive a text

“be honest did i get you”

“dont think so”

can i give you 20 bucks to say you got out since we dont know”

“no i didnt get wet sorry”

“ok sounds good”

AFTER THAT H E F T Y CONVERSATION

I LIVE ANOTHER DAY

(i highly doubt any other seniors from my schhool are on tumblr but im still gonna play it safe and not talk about my plans or my stratigies)

see yall tomorrow!

[fraener]

3/13/23

i did some ifs after my entry the other day and i felt a big wave of calm come over me. ive been worried ill get the stomach flu since i know its going around in the city and fen caught it and a woman at the flea market was saying they were talking about it on the radio-although it could have been the bacterial disease too. im slowly unpicking the terrible knots of the last couple of years, trying to go slowly and not break any threads, trying to be attentive and patient as i can be. i got to see shady and it was so nice. we talked and talked till the small hours, last call at the bar. it felt good to talk about ian in full and have everything be validated and related to. it demoted him slightly, broke up the fiction slightly. he hasnt responded to my text, i still dont think he will- but the thought doesnt break me. ive broken down my responses a little- i dont think my ocd is as a reaction to current instances of lack of control, but it feels to me like an octopus or a leech; im always pulling its grasp off of something just for it to grab onto another thing immediately after. i unhooked it from the foodborne illnesses fear and now its holding tight to being worried about the virus. not different, but not the same i suppose. my will is so bent to protecting and holding and validating that lagging ball of grief. i and my will remember the momentum in moment of ian because my will was free- i knew at that point my life was huge, and everything bigger around me- i could do anything i wanted. i suspect the lack of control i felt im my relationships(especially aggravated by both m’s), with s, and all of the little stressors made that little part feel really unstable and tug the sleeve of my will so hard it had no choice but to comply and appease. im slowly trying to work its fingers loose. school is almost wrapped up and im having a hard time thinking about what i want to do next spring. just a year to go from now, and ill be done. i know shady and callum are probably moving back east after shadys done with their ME and theyd like for me to come along. im terrified of leaving my grandparents, however, and terrified ill love the east and not want to come back, and terrified i wont like the east and itll be a huge waste of money and time, all at once. but i dont know. theres something about dark little rooms, parquet floors, lead paint and hurricanes. something about the written word, something about the first steps my ancestors took in the us, something about the cultural heart of this colonized land.i know i need to get better before i go, i really need to work out all the trauma and everything. i need to let go of the idea that the smaller something is the easier it is to control. i have no say in whether i get sick, not really. and i have every word in right over how i spend my life! i have to figure out how to remember that my will is my choice, and to live for myself! im holding so much guilt with seemingly no origin and no destination. 

the days are a little longer now, the plum blossoms are opening and i can feel myself squirming with possibility under my fear and doubt. I want out!