#bc ‘clearly you’re having a blast with it’

[taardisblue]

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[ilackallhonour]

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[buckyalpine]

Hello Shay ! I’ve been loving the civilian!reader fics, and I had an idea for a fic like that, but with a twist 🫣 reader is bucky’s sweet civilian gf, literal definition of sunshine, basically a lover, not a fighter. She’s a ballet teacher at a local studio (hint hint wink wink). And she lives with him and the team at the tower. One night, while the team is out on a mission, Hydra ambushes the tower and tries to take the reader hostage. And when they learn about it, they rush back home in order to save her. Meanwhile, Bucky and Tony check the footage just to see his precious sweet girl absolutely kicking ass. And I mean hardcore, like she even does the entire widow thigh-neck move. And everyone is like??? And Bucky’s just absolutely fucking HORNY bc “hell I’ve been in between those thighs so many times, you’re telling me I could’ve DIED???”

okay YESSSSS we live for a badass gf who appears to be nothing but sweet sunshine and killer on the inside. Fluffy fluffy and smutty smutty

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"Be back soon, darling" Bucky cooed, kissing you again and again while everyone boarded the jet, getting in a few more pecks before having to leave on a mission.

"C'mon lover boy, the faster we get going, the faster you get back to your sweetheart!" Tony yelled, shaking his head watching Bucky look a you with puppy eyes, not wanting to leave his sunshine behind. "He's so down bad, I swear"

"Can you blame him, she's so cute" Sam smiled, watching the two of you cling onto each other for a few extra seconds, your form hidden, engulphed in Bucky's thick arms. "Look, you can't even see her when tin man hugs her"

"I'll miss you baby" you kissed Bucky's pouty lips, caressing his scruffy cheek before letting him run off, your cheeks heating up when he blew you another kiss before the doors closed.

"You're a little sap" Nat teased while Bucky blushed, strapping on his gear as the engine roared to life, rumbling as they took off. Bucky had 0 shame in everyone knowing how much he loved you and it started from the day he met you. He got called out immediately, questioned over the dopey smile he had on his face, the blush on his cheeks instantly giving him away.

Soon after you'd started dating, Bucky wanted you closer to him and he didn't have to ask Tony twice; his room was moved to a floor above so you'd have more space to live together. The last thing Bucky wanted was for you to get hurt because of his job. He felt more relaxed knowing you were in he safety of the compound on days where he was away.

"Who would've thought Bucky would be the romantic type"

"I did" Steve groaned, having seen Bucky's flirty side for years but he knew this was different. He hadn't seen his bestfriend like this before, clearly in utterly and desperately in love with you.

"It's adorable" Sam laughed while Bucky continued to smile, scrolling through his phone looking at pictures of you. His camera rolled was filled with various images of you baking, cuddling, sleeping, doing the most mundane things in the world, each making his heart flutter. He felt a pang in his chest, momentarily worried about if you were safe without him, the same anxiety he always felt whenever he had to leave you.

-

You stretched across the sofa, sipping on some hot chocolate and putting on your favorite comfort movie, deciding to have a relaxing night to yourself since the compound was empty. You didn't like when Bucky had to leave but you knew it was part of his job, slipping the fuzzy throw blanket over you shoulders before hitting play.

It had hardly been a few minutes before the screen went black making you blink, wondering if you'd sat on the remote by accident. Suddenly the rest of the lights turned off, a blasting sound coming from the entrance before you heard rushed footsteps nearing you.

Your heart started to race, having no time to hide or think, coming face to face with a number of masked men all towering over you. One grabbed you, pulling out a camera and hitting record, shoving it close to your face with a sinister smile.

"Look who we have, soldat"

-

The jet hadn't been flying for long, a sudden beeping alarm from the security system alerting Tony to check the cameras. His eyes grew wide, seeing the Hydra logo take over the screen before switching the live footage from the hacked system.

"Guys! There's been an attack on the compound!" Tony shouted from the computer, everyone rushing to see what came on screen, billows of smoke emitting from the main wing. Suddenly the screen went black, replaced with a man swearing a black mask, walking around the common room.

"Welcome Mr. Stark" His voice was thick with a Russian accent, the video panning to show the other agents infiltrating the tower. "Where is our soldat"

"You stay the fuck away from my girl" Bucky growled, his heart hammering in his chest, nearly crying when he saw someone grab you and shove you into a chair.

"She's precious to you, isn't she. We'll see you soon" he laughed, before the stream cut off leaving Bucky wanting to scream in frustrating, anxiety clouding all his thoughts, just wanting to get back to you to protect you.

"We have to go help her!" Bucky paced up and down while Tony rerouted the jet, speeding back to save you. "How the fuck do I know what's going on, there has to be something" He pleaded, hating that he no longer had eyes on you.

"Hold on, let me get into the back up feed" Tony tapped away at different keys, getting into the security system, selecting the camera for the common room where you were being held. "Here, I got it! I-Holy shit..."

The sound of screaming screeched through the speaker but it wasn't coming from you.

No.

"B-Barnes, you're girl just killed someone with her thighs" Tony stared at the footage with wide eyes while Bucky and the others watching in awe as your legs wrapped around one of the agents' heads, snapping his neck before flipping over and attacking another one of your assailants.

Bucky nearly choked, watching the men drop to the floor like flies, your arms and legs holding onto the men with a vice like grip until they fell, hardly breaking a sweat each time.

"Do you understand how many time's I've been in between those thighs, you're telling me she could've killed me?!!" Bucky practically moaned, seeing you fight, all his anxiety melting into lust, his cock straining against the thick material of his tac suit.

"Jesus Bucky, you're gonna poke an eye out" Sam's face scrunched up while Bucky adjusted himself, biting his lip to keep from making a sound, his tip leaking, breathing out a sigh of relief seeing you perfectly safe.

"Can't help me, look at her. Better count me out for movie night, m'gonna spent the whole night fuckin'-

"Okay, got it, you're a ridiculous, horny, pervert, and y/n probably won't walk for a week, will you please put that away" Sam shook his head, walking away when he tent in Bucky's pants got worse.

"I'm sorry, we've been housing a Hydra killer all this time?" Tony shook his head as the jet landed, still in disbelief over what everyone had just seen, both impressed and 100% scared of what else you were capable of. "You sure know how to pick em' Barnes"

As soon as the jet hit the floor, Bucky was sprinting off into he compound, running to find you, relief flooding his veins when he saw you sipping on your tea, seated on the couch again. You jumped up from your spot, jumping into your boyfriends arms, clinging onto him while the others also entered, glad to see you were okay. They got to work, clearing up the room, rounding up the few agents that were knocked out for questioning while also giving you and Bucky some privacy.

"Babygirl" Bucky hugged you tightly in his arms, burying his face into your neck, inhaling your soft scent, hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. "Are you okay doll, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine Bucky" you reassured him, pecking his soft lips, letting him check you over before feeling satisfied you were okay, not finding a scratch on your body.

"Everything okay Buck?" you cocked your head noticing your boyfriends shift in demeanor, his soft baby blue eyes darkening into something else, biting his lip.

"Baby, I had to hold back from pulling my cock out on the jet and touching myself, you know how much that hurt? How hard I was the entire time, struggling not to jet my dick off watching how sexy you looked" He walked you up to your shared bedroom, his erection shamelessly pushing against your clothed core, not bothering to hide it one bit. "Where have you been hiding all that princess"

"Not hiding Bucky, just-never needed to do that" You shrugged shyly, squeezing your thigs around his waist playfully, making him groan as he dropped you on the bed.

"Can't wait to keep my face between these pretty legs that could kill me" He groaned, slicing your clothes off with his pocket knife before diving in without a care in the world, eating you like a man starved, tapping your thighs to wrap around his head.

"C'mon doll, squeeze em'" he moaned, humping against the bed feeling your muscles flex, his eyes rolling back, nearly cumming against the mattress at the strength he could feel, knowing you were holding back from hurting him.

you could kill him if you want.

Fuck, he was going to cum so fast.

-

"Oh god! Bucky!! PLease! D-DOn't STOP"

"That's it gorgeous, so good to me, so fuckin' pretty. won't last baby, gonna cum for you!"

"They're going at it like rabbits, didn't you sound proof their room after the first incident?"

"I did. This is after the sound proofing"

"Gonna fuck your thighs next baby, you got my cock so hard, almost creamed my pants like a teenager watching, you, oh shit-shit-m'so sensitive, keep clenching around my dick, that's it-fuckkk"

"Jesus christ, it's been an hour"

"Did you forget he has the super soldier serum? They're not gonna stop any time soon"

"I'M CUMMING JAMES"

"Gonna fucking cum for you y/n, OH FUCK YESSS you're so sexy when you fight baby, m'gonna fuckin' cum again, I can't stop"

"He's really gonna go all night, isn't he"

"Can you blame him?"

[tau1tvec]

I don’t know whether it’s bc I grew up during a time when cable TV was your main source of media consumption, and if you decided partway you didn’t like something you could just change the channel until you found something that held your attention and didn’t feel bad about it. Or that my family couldn’t see a point in ordering TV guide. Or that I was young and had no clue why two white men were announcing how many thumbs they had between them on every movie box, but I can’t tell you how I’ve never, ever, not even once seen something I’ve wanted to watch or play, and thought… “but wait, what does jimbob107 on Metacritic think about this?”

Like I cannot say enough how some of the best memories of my youth was going to Blockbuster and either grabbing a movie off of the shelf purely bc of its cover, or the actor on it, or remembering the moment I caught a trailer for it on TV one night and it looked cool, and going “yup, that’s the one,” and being okay with it even if it wasn’t the best thing I’ve watched.

Hell I remember my high school friends and I purposefully watching obscure, clearly low budget horror movies the entire month of October to get in the spoopy mood, and having a blast doing it.

What I’m saying is, there’s a lot more to the media we consume than it being good or bad, there are literally worse things in the world than a little bad writing, or weird pacing, or shit acting, your life isn’t going to end bc you took a chance on a 90 min movie, and it didn’t end up the best thing you’ve ever pointed your eyeballs at. Your intuition isn’t always going to be right, but that’s life, that’s what living is about. You’re developing your tastes, and tastes change as you change, should you be open to others’ opinions on things while doing that, absolutely, but no one guy on YouTube is ever going to understand the complexity of all that or you enough to be able to tell you what you like or won’t like.

Making media, or any art really is about taking chances, why should it surprise anyone at all that consuming it is also about taking chances.

[riordanness]

cruel summer — [emercy] — 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

— 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

an emercy [perseus jackson x emma rebekah] social media au fic (part one) featuring,, percy, emma, leo, piper, jason, hazel, annabeth, and frank

— 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

liked by abethchase, lxvepipes, and 46 others

erebekah, fyi, don’t take percy anywhere he acts like a literal toddler

sassyjackson: ok so says you

-> erebekah: me?? a toddler?? be so fr rn

lxvepipes: this is why you should take me out instead

-> erebekah: yes good let’s ditch boys together 💋

-> sassyjackson: i see how it is

abethchase: miss you idiots (sort of)

-> erebekah: BETH I HOPE TRAVELLING IS GOING SOSO WELL I MISS YOU

hzllevesque: my favourite pair of besties 💜

-> valdezinator: “besties” my ass

-> jgrace: right?? i sense a ship here i’m ngl

-> frankzhang: hazel aren’t we your favourite pair?

-> hzllevesque: ofc we are 💜 ily

liked by erebekah, jgrace, and 53 others

sassyjackson, someone tell this moron to stop blasting taylor swift in my car all the time

erebekah: someone tell this moron i can play whatever i want if i’m passenger princess actually

-> sassyjackson: emma i’m sick of cruel summer

-> erebekah: how dare you i hate you

-> sassyjackson: wait do you actual? no stop i’m sorry play taylor all you want

-> valdezinator: someone tell both of these morons they’re in love already

jgrace: where’d you guys go?

-> sassyjackson: she wanted to “go on a roadtrip” but we’re both broke so we just went to walmart

valdezinator: 🚨🚨

-> erebekah: we didn’t even speed??

-> valdezinator: no that’s the ambulance, i called them bc y’all are clearly blind if you still think you’re just friends

liked by erebekah, hzllevesque and 279 others

lxvepipes, the best day with my girl 💖 (finally stole her away from percy)

tagged, @erebekah

erebekah: I LOVE YOU

-> lxvepipes: ILYSM 💘

erebekah: hey siri play today was a fairytale by taylor swift

-> lxvepipes: no play something gayer

-> jgrace: guys 😭

sassyjackson: so this is why she won’t answer my texts

-> lxvepipes: gods jackson she isn’t yours 🙄 she was my girl first

-> valdezinator: he wishes she was his tho

-> sassyjackson: she’s literally my best friend tho??

-> valdezinator: dude. not what i meant

liked by jgrace, lxvepipes and 103 others

valdezinator, i’m sick of this weirdos

tagged, @sassyjackson @erebekah

erebekah: hey dumbass we aren’t weirdos

-> sassyjackson: yes we are

erebekah: also help how often do we fall asleep on each other 😭

-> lxvepipes: a lot babe

-> jgrace: lots

-> abethchase: if you’re the same dumb duo you were before i left, then a ridiculous amount of times

-> hzllevesque: like constantly

-> frankzhang: every single movie night

-> valdezinator: literally so much, emma

jgrace: this is for REAL a ship now i’m the captain

-> valdezinator: this is literally my post bro i’m the captain

liked by hzllevesque, sassyjackson and 107 others

erebekah, beach day with my fav beach boy 🩵

tagged, @sassyjackson

valdezinator: hey, em, you spelt ‘date’ wrong!

-> jgrace: aww beach date, how adorable

-> lxvepipes: you boys are menaces, i’m joining

sassyjackson: you’re my fav beach girl

-> frankzhang: AW

sassyjackson: 🩷

-> valdezinator: leaving her heart emojis now are we jackson

-> jgrace: what are we calling this ship they need a name

-> lxvepipes: hm something like emercy? yk, emma and percy

liked by erebekah, jgrace, and 95 others

sassyjackson, 🌊

jgrace: someone check up on emma after that shirtless pic

-> erebekah: what is that supposed to mean

-> valdezinator: 😈

-> erebekah: you boys are weirdos

hzllevesque: percy come back emma misses you

-> frankzhang: um yeah she’s kind of annoying everyone bc she doesn’t have you to annoy

-> erebekah: hey i’m not annoying

-> valdezinator: yes you are, percy just thinks it’s hot so he never says anything

erebekah: 🥵 (deleted)

lxvepipes: dang i’m ten minutes late to the post and sm drama happens in the comments already

-> sassyjackson: tempted to turn my comments off fr

-> erebekah: don’t you dare do that

liked by sassyjackson, lxvepipes, and 30 others

erebekah, 👙

sassyjackson: em

sassyjackson: emma

sassyjackson: emma rebekah i swear-

-> erebekah: 😁😁

valdezinator: oi rebekah i think you broke jackson

-> erebekah: 💥

lxvepipes: do y’all reckon this is revenge for the shirtless pic percy posted yesterday

-> jgrace: oh yea fs

-> hzllevesque: i’m jumping on this emercy train too now

-> valdezinator: the more the merrier

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I ask the people in the apartment below me to quiet down? (😌 to recognize it)

I (25F) live alone on the third (top) floor of a large apartment building in a residential area of a small city. The people in the apartment below me have 4 people (three adults and a 2-4? year old child) living in a two bedroom apartments. The walls aren’t super thick (for example, i can hear vacuum cleaners regularly). The family below me regularly blasts music (as I’m typing this i can hear the Moana soundtrack playing. Clearly enough for me to sing along), throws basketballs and other toys, lets their child sprint around the apartment etc. It literally will shake the walls of my apartment for approximately an hour a night or so. This doesn’t get into the times where their child screams while being forced to take a bath, etc. I have sensory issues, and, as you can imagine, sometimes have difficulty sleeping or relaxing from this. We have never interacted before but they moved in a few weeks after me so I saw them moving in which is how I know the family make up. WIBTA for knocking on their door and asking them to quiet down?

Reasons I might be the asshole: I understand that living is noisy, and I’m not trying to police what they do, especially in their own home. Additionally, i do have a vibrator i use about 30 mins most nights (sometimes longer) and tho i try to be quiet with positioning and modes and reactions and all, i don’t know for certain that they can’t hear me. I know if someone asked me to quiet down while I was masturbating I would die of embarrassment, and am worried that we’ve kind of come to silent agreement that we don’t ask the other person to quiet down, and don’t want to ruin that bc i don’t want to stop using my vibrator lmao.

(You’re Welcome from Moana has been playing for approximately 30 mins on repeat. I don’t want to be an asshole but dear lord I don’t want to listen to this song this many times in a row.)

What are these acronyms?

[sunset-bobby]

i’m in a silly goofy mood and i want ppl to laugh so um here’s a queer eddie diaz theory i came up with….THIS IS A JOKE

context before reading this: i’m black, im gay, and im writing this high asf okay

All of the straight couples on 9-1-1 are interracial couples

bobby and athena

maddie and chim

except Buck’s past relationships (minus Natalia which considering they wanted to bring her back endgame ship?? like father like son 😉)

and then there’s Eddie who was married to a white woman and then only exclusively dates Hispanic/Latina women then he suffers a psychotic break bc of a white woman (that’s what i’m calling that situation and i don’t remember her name so we’ll call her fake shanon)

now he’s at a stand still bc he should not date again for like a year…a T-break but for relationships lol

but before he was like oh dating sucks i feel so like performative and then when he was going out with fake shannon (it was here i remembered her name but im gonna keep going) all of a sudden he was having a blast and i thought is it white women eddie??? is that it?? bc either that or you’re gay bc Ana was gorgeous and the actress is iffy but like Marisol was okay

and you know maybe it is white women bc this is abc and they love interracial relationships (literally could give u a list lol) but you know who aren’t in interracial relationships??

THE QUEER PPL

Hen and Karen

Michael and David

Buck and Tommy

so clearly there are two solutions for Eddie bc he is nowhere close to having an endgame relationship and like that’s fine but they put a lot of emphasis on his romantic relationships

and option 1: he finds himself another white woman who isn’t shannon or fake shannon and have his family once again ask him why (my ex is white and my mom and i joked that if the fact she was a girl didn’t kill my grandma the fact she was white would)

OR

option 2: he finds himself a nice hispanic man…like he comes out his tia sets him up with a nice boy and he’s like gasp this is the love of my life and he joins the same race queer relationships and lives his best life

uh yea that’s it lol i think im hilarious and again this isn’t serious please don’t come for me😭😭😭 and i was serious abt abc having a thing for interacial couples give me a show….please don’t unfollow me im cool

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Promise - Josh Dun x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Kiss, swearing, angry Tyler

A/N: Can't be bothered to do a word count bc i'm tired. its about tyler saying he'd wait for reader when she comes back to columbus but when she comes back for the high school reunion she finds out he's married to jenna. so she starts to hit it off with josh.

Worthington Christian High School reunion. 2015. 7 years after Tyler and I had graduated. 7 years after I moved from Columbus to LA in search of making it as a film director. Everyone at home had thought I was insane, throwing my life away for a career I was almost guaranteed to fail at. Except Tyler. The other crazy dreamer in our grade, except his passion was music. We spent two summers together, him helping me make films and me helping organize gigs for him. When I left Columbus we promised we’d wait for each other. I loved him and was willing to do anything to make him mine. 

“I’ll wait for you,” a couple tears dropped down his face as he tried to remain strong. I pulled him in close for a warm embrace, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. I knew I would be back, I was going to make it and then I was going to come back for Tyler. But it had been 7 years and all we’d seen of each other was a few video calls. Tyler had achieved massive success with his band and it was impossible to avoid their songs on the radio. I’d ended up becoming a director, making a few movies and music videos, winning me my first Oscar. I didn’t know why but I was nervous to see Tyler, worried that he’d changed. It was a cold night so I’d made sure to put on a sweater. I was at least half an hour late–being stuck in a meeting with producers was almost always the reason I was late to everything–the entrance to the school was dead, except one man sitting on a bench, staring up at the night sky. 

“The reunion’s tonight, right?” I asked him, trying to figure out if I’d marked it wrong on my calendar. He didn’t look familiar to me, there was almost no way he’d gone to Worthington Christian, I knew everyone in our grade. 

“Yep,” he nodded. 

“Then why aren’t you in there?” I folded my arms and my breath came out in steam, the air much colder than I thought it was. 

“I didn’t go here, my friend and his wife are in there. I drove them here from my house and just stopped to get some air. What about you? How come you’re so late?” He smirked. 

“Uh… I had a meeting. Some producer thing for a new TV show in production. I’m a director,” I spoke, still trying to figure out how the man looked so familiar. He had curly brown hair and arms covered in tattoos, and that golden retriever look about him. 

“That’s cool, I’m a musician, the name’s Joshua,” he seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, “have you made anything I might’ve seen?” I paused to think about what he might’ve seen. He was a musician so surely he’d watch music videos. 

“Well Joshua, I directed the music video for Green Day’s ‘Corvette Summer’ if you’re a fan of them,” I offered. His face lit up, clearly he had seen it. 

“Hell yes I’m a fan, the video was epic. Gosh, I love music videos, they’re awesome,” he grinned. Music blasted from inside the school, they were playing Tyler’s song, ‘Stressed Out’ which was my cue to go inside. 

“Sorry, I should probably get inside, it was nice meeting you Joshua.”

“Wait! What was your name?” He grabbed my hand. 

“Y/N,” I smiled. Joshua pulled out a business card from his wallet and passed it to me. 

“Get in touch with me, I live in LA too. We should get coffee sometime Y/N.” I nodded before slipping away through the doors. The song continued to blast through the speakers as I walked inside the gym. 

“Y/N! Hi!” a jock shouted, towering over me.

“How’s Hollywood?” a popular blondie who I was sure had peaked in high school preened, her phone flashing into my face. 

“Looks like we’ve got two stars in our grade,” Jack, the class president shouted over the mic. He was standing on stage, a can of beer in his hand like no time had passed at all. “Why don’t you two come up here? Talk to us about what it’s like to be better than all of us,” he let out a loud and obnoxious laugh which was then echoed back by everyone else in the room. I felt a hand on my back push me towards the stage, turning my head back to see him, Tyler Joseph. He looked so much older than the last time I’d seen him. His head was shaved in a buzzcut and head was wearing a yellow denim jacket. He looked famous. More so than me. He flashed a smile at me before taking the mic from Jack. 

“Hey everyone,” he waved, “god it is good to be back here with all of you, if you guys even remember us. If you don’t, then I was the basketballer who wrote poems at the back of Mr Stevenson’s math class while the rest of the team was failing his infamous algebra test,” he let out a loud laugh. “Now I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Worthington Christian, the people at this school shaped who I am as a person. I found the confidence to share my music with people here. I stayed in Columbus and I met my loving wife.” I’m sorry, wife? Tyler Joseph was married? My Tyler? The Tyler who’d promised he’d wait for me? I felt dizzy. But that didn’t stop Tyler from shoving the microphone into my hand. The room went silent as I stood there feeling like I was spinning. This wasn’t happening. 

“I–I’m happy to be here,” I tried desperately to smile but I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. “Thank you for having us back.” I handed the mic back to Tyler before leaving the stage and running out the gym. I felt warm, my cheeks flushing bright pink and the lack of water I’d drank finally catching up with me. I stared at the ground as I desperately tried to hold back sobs. 

“Y/N?” It was Tyler. 

“What the fuck do you want Joseph?” I spat, he knew exactly what he’d done. “I don’t want you here.” 

“I–I know you don’t. I effed up, I get it. But you never came back, you promised me you’d come back and you didn’t Y/N,” he sighed. 

“I fucking waited for you,” the tears started to pour down my cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” he pulled me in for a hug, “I still care about you, okay? You’re still important to me.” I nodded my head, waiting for him to let me go. I needed to get back to my hotel before I screamed at him. Finally he pulled back, a sorry look clinging to his face. I pushed past him, walking into the parking lot, I was done. Joshua was still sitting out there looking up at the stars. He turned around as soon as I pushed open the doors, his eyes widening when he saw me. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” 

“Joshua, now's not the time,” I snapped but all it did was make him look more worried. He stood up and started following me through the parking lot��my hotel was a 15 minute walk away. 

“What happened?”

“Just this guy I really liked, Tyler. When I moved to LA we promised we’d wait for each other but apparently he’d married,” I threw my arms up in frustration. Joshua looked confused.

“What?”

“I wasn’t aware you were that Y/N, if I knew I probably would’ve prepared you for what you were about to see,” he said. 

“That Y/N?” Joshua stopped walking and let out a sigh. 

“Y/N do you know anything about Tyler’s band other than radio hits and that he’s in it?” he asked. I shook my head, Joshua chuckled lowly. I probably should’ve known more about my best friend’s famous band but I had been busy. Making movies was tough work.

“Okay well… My name is Joshua but everyone calls me Josh–Josh Dun.” I still shook my head, having no idea what he was talking about. Should I have known who he was? 

“Okay Josh, what does that have to do with Tyler?” He looked baffled that I didn’t know what he was talking about. 

“Tyler’s band… twenty one pilots. I’m the drummer, the other member in the band.” My jaw dropped. Holy shit. Fuck. I just vented about my stupid crush on Tyler to his bandmate. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’ll leave you alone now Josh,” I ran a hand through my hair and started walking away. 

“Y/N, wait!” Josh grabbed my hand, “I don’t want you to leave me alone. You seem cool, I want to get to know you. Tyler’s told me a lot about you and if it makes you feel any better he felt really bad when he started dating Jenna.” If Tyler felt bad then why did he do it? Clearly they were made for each other if he felt like he could break our promise. I was 25 and hadn’t dated anyone since I’d left for LA because of that promise. I’d wasted 7 years. 

“Thanks Josh. You seem cool too,” I smiled. Maybe Josh would be it, I’d only known him for an hour but he was friendly, interested in film and music, and incredibly attractive.

“You know, I haven’t had dinner yet, do you want to go get some food? Tyler said there was a diner nearby,” Josh suggested. I agreed and walked back to his car. 

Josh had a burger and I snacked on some fries. Things were going well, we’d talked about the band and what it was like touring and we talked about the film industry. We’d even realized that we were on the same flight back home. 

“When we get back to LA, I want to show you my place,” Josh held the door open for me as we left the diner. 

“I’d like that,” I replied, trying to hold back a smile. I climbed into his car as he drove back to the school to pick up Tyler and Jenna. “I should probably walk back to my hotel before Tyler comes out, I don’t want it to be awkward,” I sighed.

“It won’t be awkward, you’re with me. But I do want to give you something before you go back,” he replied. We drove into the school parking lot and waited while everyone walked out. 

“And what’s that?”

“A kiss,” he smirked, leaning in towards me. 

“Oh really?” I smiled, his hand coming to cup my face. I felt his lips brush mine and I closed my eyes, butterflies filling my stomach and cheeks flushing pink. 

“You’re really something else Y/N,” Josh whispered. Knock knock knock. I jumped, turning around to see Tyler standing there with his arms crossed and his wife hiding a smile. 

“You two have known each other for less than a day!” Tyler shouts, a hand rubbing his eyes. 

“And that’s my que to go. I’ll call you,” I laugh, getting out of the car. Josh says his goodbye and Jenna gets in the car. Tyler grabs my arm and drags me aside. He looked angry. 

“First you’re mad at me for marrying someone and now you’re kissing my best friend?” 

“Tyler, that's not fair. Josh and I, we’re just talking, it’s okay, he’s cool.”

“It better be okay because if he hurts you I’ll kill him,” he pulled me in for a hug. He still cared. He still cared.

//

Please submit any requests y'all have! I love to write so let me know if you've got any!

[cloudcountry]

Auburnnnnn hiiii <3

Saw reqs open and decided to haul ass and annoy you

Can i ask for like, Riddle x GN!Reader (or Male if possible bc i wanna imagine my yuu lmao) as a Detective duo?

Thanks <33333

SUMMARY: Riddle and a Male!Reader search for the missing tart.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: you're not annoying me raptor >:((( AND OMG A MALE READER REQUEST IM SO EXCITED WHEN I GET THESE

When Riddle shows up at Ramshackle’s front door right after classes have ended for the day, you’re surprised to see him. Grim nearly causes you to fall on your ass when he bolts away from Riddle, the experience of being collared likely fresh in his mind.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding, I know you’re a very busy student.” Riddle huffs, looking more upset than usual, “But someone stole one of Heartslabyul’s tarts. I’m sure you understand the importance of such a dish. We simply can’t proceed without it.”

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to contemplate his request. “Well, if you need detective work done I’m your guy.” you grin, “But I’m not doing it for free. A tart for a tart, Housewarden.” You take delight in watching his face burn red.

Riddle does agree, hissing something about how fair is fair and that he’s certain Trey could handle making another tart. Grim cheers at the prospect of sweet treats, and you scratch behind his ear before you follow Riddle out and to Heartslabyul.

You work your way around your main suspects, but all of them seem to have alibis. Trey makes a comment about how it’s really not a big deal, and before you can shut him down for the sake of your tart, Riddle does.

“He agreed to help bring the perpetrator to justice. His service is essential.” Riddle says, and that successfully stops any more opposition.

You look over the list of information you collected, all the alibis of “I was tending to the hedgehogs,” “I was super focused on my new hairstyle!! I didn’t have the time to steal the tart,” “I was with the flamingos with Heartslabyul Student F,” “I was helping the Vice Housewarden in the kitchen,” “I was helping Cater pick out a new hairstyle for the Unbirthday Party tomorrow—” Wait.

“Riddle, I know who did it.” you positively beam, elated that your detective work has led you somewhere, “Can you do me one last favor and get this student for me?”

Riddle always bursts into a flurry of rage when he sees the alibi you’ve singled out, and it doesn’t take any more convincing for him to drag over none other than Ace Trappola.

“Hey, what gives man?” Ace huffs, shooting you an irritated look. You click your tongue and show him your notepad, pointing to his alibi.

“You were helping Cater with his hair, correct?” you ask, lifting a single brow in inquiry.

Ace nods, clearly confused as to where you’re going with this. Riddle, to his credit, listens and waits for you to spell it out.

“I’ve helped Cater with his hair before. He spends thirty minutes blow drying, most of the time with his eyes closed and humming along to the music he blasts. Then, he brushes it out, which takes another five minutes. You would have had to sit through thirty five minutes of Cater paying attention to nothing but his hair. After you chose his hairstyle, you only had to be back in time for him to pick out accessories. Not only that, you’re a notorious troublemaker that has a knack for slipping out of place you’re supposed to be, like Orientation. And lastly, you’ve taken and eaten a tart before, so you have a track record for this sort of thing.” you ruffle his hair, an affectionate gesture to help soften the blow of his punishment, “Case closed, man. Sorry.”

“Ace?!” Riddle yells, face red as steam practically pours out of his ears.

You can only thank Riddle for the tart you’re about to get as Ace is collared. Totally worth it.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

Holy fuck they are hawking this bullshit again about high mortgage rates being racist

Borrowing costs for mortgages have more than doubled over the last two years as the Federal Reserve has battled inflation by hiking interest rates, which hit a 22-year high earlier this year. […]

The Financial Services Forum, representing eight of the biggest U.S. banks, said it is spending a seven-figure sum on television advertising blasting the proposal as an added fee on Americans already burdened by inflation.

“The fed has hiked interest rates to reduce inflation, and also as the Evil League of Evil points out, these high interest rates exacerbate the problem of inflation.” Could you try to hide the doublethink a bit harder?

After George Floyd’s murder ignited nationwide protests in the summer of 2020, corporations across the economy committed to projects aimed at battling systemic racism. Mortgage lenders pledged to work with financial regulators to provide credit to more minority borrowers.

“To honour the death of George floyd, we need to use interest rates to hike housing values.” Shameless. Just fucking shameless.

Then again, if she extends the lease on her two-bedroom apartment — where her 11-year-old son is sharing a bedroom with his 22-year-old brother — her rent will increase by $70 a month, to nearly $1,400.

“To hear costs just keep going up is really disheartening,” she said. “Where do they want people to live?”

If the problem this woman is facing is that the rent is too damn high, I think the natural thing to do would be to focus on policies with the ability to make the rent less damn high. But no, increasing homeownership forever at all costs is clearly the only solution, which actually dovetails with instead of flatly contradicting addressing the problem of rentiers being able to extort more money from their tenants bc of their high property values

Sen. Sherrod Brown (D-Ohio), who chairs the Senate Banking Committee, struck an incredulous tone over the industry’s lobbying push as the bank CEOs testified before the panel Wednesday.

“Wall Street banks are actually saying that cracking down on them will, quote, ‘hurt working families.’ Really?” he asked. “You’re going to claim that?”

Love that the obligatory “And now we will give coverage to the other side” section is just sherrod brown saying “Sorry do u expect me to actually swallow this tripe?” Lol

[whosthatfunkyrat]

Okay so,

I had my PEEVES with shadow and bone.

I had SO MANY. But that’s besides the point. The point is I’m so FUCKING DONE with Netflix not going 100%. DO IT OR DON’T. DON’T TIP TOE AND WRITE A WHOLE FUCKING SCRIPT FOR A SPINOFF BUT NEVER GREENLIGHT IT BECAUSE YOU’RE ADDICTED TO CANCELING SHOWS PEOPLE LOVE. You know how many goddamn shows I loved that netflix up and cancelled for literally no reason??? Too many!

And they act like they’re so amazing for gifting us with precious jewels every time they release a new show. Yeah, Scott pilgrim DOES look good. But will it be cancelled?? WHO KNOWS! Nobody ever THINKS they will! So Why give us these jewels- these gems, if you’re just going to take them away??? What good does it do but fuel the hate we already have for this stupid system??? Why is Stranger Things literally the only survivor?????? It’s great sure- but we KNOW Netflix isn’t just spending its money on Stranger Things. They prove so every time they launch something they’ll inevitably cancel.

It’s just that Netflix is only the money provider- it’s the PEOPLE who make the jewels. It’s the cast and crew and everyone who actually WORKED on it. It’s not the company itself. If a show can be remade somewhere else- maybe the shitty company wasn’t even worth our time. Maybe it’s not worth anyone’s. Because let’s be real- how many people haven’t cancelled their subscription out of habit bc they’re just waiting for the next season of Stranger Things?? Yes, there are plenty of wonderful people working for Netflix- but whoever is consistently and persistently making these decisions clearly needs to be in a different position.

Yes, I had many problems with the show coming from someone who read the books first- but it was still enjoyable to watch! and the people who made it looked like they were having a blast! But beyond how I feel about the show- The point is- NO MORE. Netflix thinks it’s like- all powerful and shit- but the powers in the PEOPLE. And the CUSTOMER is king- so WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING?!?! They’re not the only streaming service anymore. And their popularity has been declining for a long time ever since there’s been so many more options for streaming. Competition is coming at all sides and yes, the competition looks better and more appealing but STILL they pretend they’re the king.

I’m just PISSED. And it’s been brewing for a while.

DO IT OR DON’T. Don’t say you will when you won’t.

Commit to the bit or get out. Someone will take it if you don’t, we will be sure of it. This fan base is a tempest.

[prettysymbiosis]

frank vs. russia

starting the episode in media res and the circular storytelling!! the writing in this episode is really good overall, just so clever and inventive and effective. go off megan

“you ARE ready. everything you need is already inside you” sunny is ready to do a gay, gay-ass love story you guys. the gays are already inside it

titling it frank vs. russia when that’s clearly the b-plot? because we’re burying the lead? because we’re telling lies???

the denny’s shirt…

“aren’t you like 60?” misogyny is so sad 😞

dennis ANYBODY can get a guy to bang them ONCE reynolds

everyone wants dennis’ help but who will help dennis? :(

when mac says “it’s VERY romantic” dennis literally smacks the counter like… yikes

“one day he will and it is going to be hot” - I choose to believe this means that rcg think old man yaoi is hot and they are excited to show it :)

sunnyblr university is producing so many brilliant scholars who understand the significance of the beads as a metaphor for queerness and whether the audience is in or out and how it doesn’t matter because the queerness is all the way in and as of this episode it’s been turned up to full blast and leads us to a resounding victory. I’m just rehashing what others have said but I wanted to make sure I include it with my notes from this episode because it really is such a central idea and yet one that can be so easily missed by someone who isn’t reading the show like this... ugh the duality of sunny will never cease to confound me

dee calling mac out like yes bitch get his ass!! (so to speak)

uncle fucking jack walks in saying “they dropped all those charges weeks ago” - playdate EW - “I don’t– I don’t have any ice cream” - “shut UP dude, that’s gross, man”

charlie is so PRECIOUS in his little outfit and glasses

is he schizophrenic? I wonder if that will come up again or if it was just a throwaway joke

violent heterosexual shushing from dennis

the backing track of the sinned system/date scene is “in the hall of the mountain king” and it’s just so fucking classic sunny and so perfect

how did mac show patrick that he needed his power? and how did he engage physically?? we need to know these things!!!

kaitlin’s whole performance in the date scene is so fucking good

“the person who made him feel powerful, but also powerless.” the macdennis of it all is truly overwhelming sometimes

 the person whose validation he’s been seeking his entire life :/

“it worked” jesus christ mac

“well yeah but listen, the dennis system is a system for getting a woman. this is a system for getting a man, and that’s why sinned is actually dennis backwards!!” when I first watched this episode I was high as balls and sick with anticipation and this whole bit nearly pushed me over the edge. I mean he basically just straight up says that it’s bad for him to like men (sin) after explaining a tried-and-true system for getting them???

and then mac and dee are like “what are the chances??” and dennis is like HIGH >:( because they don’t see it. they don’t see it even though it’s been plain as day the whole time :(

dennis: “I’m still buzzin from last night” 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

AND I HAVE TO BE WITH HIM oh baby boy I pray you will be

the nastiness in dennis’ voice when he says “well no, see, that’s the thing – johnny doesn’t love you. he doesn’t even like you.” glenn I’m scared of you

“they ARE my favorite” he wanted mac to realize :( and yes the crabs are deeply metaphorical

“yeah, because I AM johnny” “then who’s dennis?” “what do you mean?!” “well if you’re johnny, then who– who’s you?” one of the best sunny exchanges of all time!!!!!!!! I cannot overstate how much I love this dialogue. it just captures so much about them so succinctly go off megan!!!!!

“I can’t engage with you on this right now” great delivery rob, so funny

does dennis want to control frank like a pawn bc he felt like that’s what frank did to him? or he’s just frustrated at mac and wants a situation he feels in control of?

kaitlin’s “... yeah” when dennis asks if dee has more pills is just so funny I keep remembering it and laughing randomly

“we’re gonna need to turn the lights out.” GLENN I’M SCARED OF YOU

the POV Being Frank throwback! I love the tossing of the clothes and the blackness and the sound of the door, cool little sequence

charlie’s such a good cheerleader 🥹 his little point is so funny

do you ever wonder what danny devito might be doing with his career if he wasn’t pretending to be split in half by giant vibrating anal beads on it’s always sunny in philadelphia??

“you don’t have to do this” this one speaks for itself I think.

dennis and uncle jack, two sexual deviants having a laugh in the van :| (also the van situation is so classic sunny obvs)

mrs. mac saying “nice” god there are just so many hilarious little character beats in this episode

“I DON’T KNOW HOW ELSE TO TELL YOU!!!” :( what’s in the texts rcgm

macdennis fightin :)

the full-blast alarm sound effect just gets me every time like to me that is peak comedy

The Burning Heart by Survivor is kind of macdennis coded tbh… “It's a primitive clash venting years of frustrations / Bravely we hope against all hope / There is so much at stake” “Does the crowd understand?” “Though his body says ‘stop!’ his spirit cries ‘never!’ (omg) / Deep in our soul a quiet ember knows it's you against you” like sorry if this song was supposed to be for straight people but it’s not anymore

so there’s something there about what’s acceptable and going full blast. the mommy issues are now explicit. dennis is bisexual. and he chose to have a romantic and sexual relationship with mac while pretending to be someone else, to the point that mac was in love with this other version of him. and he was so mad mac didn’t realize that he actually played his hand and told him, and mac still couldn’t accept it, upsetting dennis further. wtf man these homos are INSANE

[tododeku-or-bust]

idk what all these anons are on and i’m sorry you’re dealing with them. i’m autistic and i have huge sensory issues especially in public, and while i don’t like when people blast loud music i would never say the answer is to call the fucking police on them??? or get any other authorities involved??? truly the pissing on the poor website. you’re so very clearly not saying the issue is disliking music but the fact that everyone’s automatic reaction is carcerality and policing, and i’m sorry people are twisting your words so much

I appreciate the understanding!

It's quite white privileged to even CONSIDER policing as an option, or that to get what you want you can weaponize it or other forms of social force. I don't understand how everybody's all "ACAB" on here until "it's something that I don't think is normal/annoys me". Or how everyone's "yo those KARENS-" and they behave in the very same way that got the term created (privileged white women weaponizing their whiteness against Black people bc they "made them uncomfortable").

And I refuse to concede to an idea that puts my community's lives at risk over personal annoyance. Come up with something else and we can talk 🤷🏾‍♀️

[wildgirllz]

request for our little lawboy sam winchester

So, the reader and sam have an age gap i want this to be during s2 so 20 and 23 and reader is utterly and irrevocably in love with him, but unfortunately its all unrequited (its not) She thinks samsnot into her bc he sees her as a kid and when she sees how hes acting around madison (s2 werewolf girl) she gets more upset and goes straight back to wherever theyre staying at and gets a little drunk and shes blasting some taylor swift song like enchanted or something (or you belong with me) and dancing and screaming along to it while crying when dean and sam enter and theyre like dude what even and she gets a bit embarrassed and maybe deans aware of her feelings

No idea how this end so ill leave it up to you and if you want to make changes or add anything cause you think it makes more sense you can and im so sorry this was so specific and long 🫡

TYSM LY

Ofc!! Here you go! (The gif is a distraction)

Sorry it’s short I didn’t know how else to do it 😭

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings: a lot of whiskey, alcohol consumption, angst, not a happy ending, depression, bad self image.

You take another shot of whiskey, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat. You've lost track of how many you've had, but at this point, you don't care. All you can think about is Sam, and how much you love him. But you're too scared to tell him, too scared to face the possibility of rejection.

And then there's Madison, the werewolf girl that Sam has been spending so much time with. You've seen the way he looks at her, the way he talks to her. You know that he's interested in her, and it breaks your heart.

You take another swig of whiskey, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. You don't know what to do, how to make the pain go away. All you can think about is how much you want to be with Sam, and how impossible that seems.

The door opens, but you don't even turn to look. You don't want to face anyone right now, especially not Sam. But then you hear his voice, filled with concern, and you know that you can't ignore him.

"Y/N? What's going on?" Sam's voice is soft, gentle, but it only makes you feel worse. You can't bring yourself to look at him, to see the pity in his eyes.

“God, Y/N. You need to stop drowning yourself in this shit.” He was disappointed. The guilt felt like a hot shower going down your back.

You take another shot of whiskey, hoping that it will numb the pain. But it only makes things worse, the room spinning faster as the alcohol takes hold.

"Y/N, please talk to me," Sam pleads, taking a step closer. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, the tears flowing freely down your cheeks. You can't tell him the truth, can't bear to face the possibility of rejection. So you just keep drinking, hoping that it will make the pain go away.

He thinks you’re hopeless, dirty, immature. He’s right. You need to get over him.

Dean steps forward, his expression concerned. "Y/N, come on, talk to us. We're here for you."

But you can't bring yourself to say anything, to tell them how you feel. All you can do is cry and drink, lost in the darkness of your own thoughts.

As the night wears on, Sam and Dean had made their way to their beds, giving up at cracking your numb mind.

You become more and more lost in your own pain, the alcohol making it hard to think clearly. You don't remember much after that, just a blur of tears and alcohol and pain.

In the morning, you wake up with a pounding headache and a heavy heart. You know that you'll have to face Sam and Dean, to try and explain what happened. But you also know that nothing will ever be the same again. You'll always love Sam, but he'll never feel the same way about you. And that knowledge is the hardest thing of all.

[thatgirlonstage]

Quick little highly unedited twst thing bc I finally finished clearing book 6 and I have Jamikali brainworms. I deserve an occasionally OOC Kalim. As a treat.

[set at the video game party at Ramshackle at the end of book 6]

—

The buzz of conversation in Ramshackle had lulled down to a late afternoon quiet by the time Idia extricated himself. He was sweaty and somehow both starving hungry and nauseous at the mere thought of a single bite of food. He desperately needed to get back to the safety of his room and curl up inside a hoodie for the next three days straight. His social battery had been strained far past its max. But the way Ortho was beaming—the way Epel casually squeezed into the couch beside him as if it was perfectly natural—the way Grim cackled as he pulled ahead in the race—all of it made a small kernel of something warm bloom in his stomach. Maybe this would be okay. Maybe one day it could even be good.

“Oh, Idia, are you leaving?” Ortho glanced up and Idia mustered a shaky smile for him.

“Yeah, but you should stay if you wanna.” His voice was barely audible, but he knew Ortho’s auditory systems were sensitive enough to pick it up. Ortho glanced between Idia and where Ace and Deuce were sprawled across the rug, bickering over one of the controllers was giving Ace an advantage, clearly conflicted. “Seriously, you should stay,” Idia pushed. Much as he would appreciate Ortho’s presence as a buffer in case someone insisted on trying to talk to him between here and his room, he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt this.

Ortho hesitated another moment but then nodded, indicator lights flickering along his face signaling happiness. The others had noticed Idia standing by now and he felt their eyes on him like sniper lasers. He mumbled something between a goodbye and an excuse and practically fled the room.

He had made it all the way out of the dorm and halfway down the path back to the main stretch of campus before he heard someone running behind him. His steps faltered and he heard a familiar voice calling him.

“IIIIIIIIIIIDIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” He half turned just in time to see Scarabia’s housewarden charging down the path after him. He skidded to a halt, kicking up a full foot of dust, and gave Idia a wide, beaming smile. It was all Idia could do to keep from blasting him away with magic. If he had to deal with Kalim Al-Asim’s boisterous extroversion right now he might just melt into a puddle of cold sweat.

“What?” he got out, trying to convey his total disinterest in conversation. As usual, it slid right off Kalim, who only smiled wider.

“I told them all I’d invite you over to Scarabia next week,” he said. “You’re trying to make friends and do more things at school, right? So you need to come to a party! It’s the best place to meet people! I’d throw one tomorrow, but we’re waiting until Jamil’s had a few days to rest.” He reached out and put a hand on Idia’s arm. Idia flinched and forced himself not to jump away. “Speaking of which.”

The smile slipped off Kalim’s face all at once and he was suddenly looking directly in Idia’s face, his red eyes wide and focused. His hand tightened on Idia’s arm, stopping him when he tried to jump away in surprise. Kalim leaned in, shattering Idia’s personal space, grating like nails on chalkboard against his already taxed nerves. Idia swallowed air as Kalim forced their faces close.

“Hey Shroud,” he said. “If you ever hurt Jamil like that again, I will track down every single game, show, movie, and band you have ever loved and end it. I will buy up the rights to every sequel, shut down every game server, break up every idol group. I will make sure nothing that brings you joy sees the light of day ever again. Do you hear me?”

Idia yelped, trying to stumble back a step, but Kalim’s grip didn’t let him. He stared down at where Kalim’s hand was locked around his arm, and then back at Kalim’s face—focusing his eyes somewhere past Kalim’s ear—and stammered, his words slipping away from him and clogging his throat while his pulse skyrocketed. He didn’t know what he was saying or what he even could say to Kalim’s threat. He couldn’t hear his own stuttering nonsense, only the pounding of blood in his ears.

Then, all at once, Kalim released him, and the smile was back on his face. The grin was so wide and looked so genuine that Idia felt like the whole world was slip-sliding between realities. He wondered if the last few seconds had somehow been a painfully vivid hallucination. Had the blot or the Underworld poisoned his mind somehow? Was such a thing possible?

“So I’ll see you next week, right?”

Idia realized he was expected to respond and gave a single, jerky nod. Kalim beamed at him.

“Awesome! I can’t wait!” He scrambled back up the path towards Ramshackle, where Jamil had poked his head out the door. Idia could hear Kalim complaining as he approached. “…didn’t have to come after me, I said I’d only be a moment…”

Idia was rooted to the spot, staring back up at Ramshackle. Jamil met his gaze for a moment. He blinked, seeming startled by Idia’s stare, but after a moment he turned away, distracted by Kalim’s approach. Kalim reached the door. Idia watched them exchange words. Kalim laughed at something Jamil said. Jamil stepped out of view, back into the house, handing the door over to Kalim to let him enter.

Kalim paused for just a moment on the threshold and glanced back at Idia. For a moment so brief it seemed only the length of a blink, the smile dropped off his face. Blank, serious, red eyes met Idia’s, and they were full of terrible promise.

The door swung shut behind Kalim, carrying his laughter away into the dorm. Idia stood on the path, staring after him. It was a long few minutes before he felt strong enough to move.

[ticklystuff]

hi i know i’m on hiatus but i need to vent bc it’s nearly 10 pm and i’ve been at work for 12+ hours dealing with an actual nutcase

Okay, so there was a mama goose that laid her eggs on the third floor balcony of one of the buildings at work and they hatched back in April and I have posted about them a few times. Since there are no resources on a third floor balcony for them, one woman started feeding them lettuce and grass clippings from her yard and then a couple other people, me included, started helping her feed them too. Everything was fine for the first month.

Eventually, the facilities manager caught on. For some reason, she believes they can fly (they cannot) and has posted signs saying to stop giving them food and water. They clearly cannot fly because they have their baby feathers, but this woman will not believe anyone that tells her. The woman that started feeding them initially got caught and had her third floor badge access revoked, so the rest of us have been smuggling food and water up there. It has been very stressful because facilities has been throwing food away that we’ve been storing, so we’ve resorted to hiding the food in different places, and they’ve been throwing the geese’s water bowls and will sometimes station security guards by the geese to prevent people from feeding them and then we will have to wait for the security guards to leave, which can be really late in the evening.

Today, my co-worker sent the facilities manager an email regarding the geese and potentially relocating them. The facilities manager calls her and tells her that they don’t need to be relocated because they can fly off on their own. My co-worker then asks “Well, what if you’re wrong and they can’t fly?” but the facilities manager just laughed and repeated that they can fly. 

I went up earlier to check on them and heard a loud noise coming from the geese area and initially thought some construction going on. When I get there, I see the facilities manager and three guys blasting music with a stereo to the balcony where the geese are. I go up to one of the guys and ask him what they’re doing and the guy is like “We’re trying to scare the geese away, but some of them seem like babies so they can’t fly” and I’m like no fucking shit. Facilities manager comes up to me and asks if I’m here to see the geese and I tell her no and that I was just stretching my legs and heard a loud noise. She then tells me “Well we’re having a party up here with the geese!” and I’m like “HA HAHAHA ROFLOLMAO XDDDDD” and then I leave. She is still up there trying to scare them away, but obviously they cannot leave. She is still blasting music at almost 10 pm and I am waiting for her to hopefully leave so I can give them food.

This other woman that has been feeding the geese goes up after I do and she sees the facilities manager. She goes up to her and starts having a conversation about the geese and she asks her are they going to be relocated and the facilities manager tells her no and that she’s gonna wait for them to fly. When the woman tells her that it takes about 8 weeks for them to learn to fly, the facilities manager asks her how she does she know these bird facts. The woman tells her that she just looked it up on the internet and the facilities manager says “Is everyone an internet doctor these days?” and it’s like bITCH YOU ARE LITERALLY STANDING IN THE RESEARCH BUILDING TALKING TO PEOPLE THAT DO RESEARCH FOR A LIVING WTF DO U MEAN BY THIS HAVE U NEVER GOOGLED BASIC SHIT BEFORE??????????

Honestly, yeah, you should not be feeding wildlife, but also, the facilities manager did nothing to help relocate them when they were born so they were probably going to starve up there if the initial feeder didn’t step in. I cannot for the life of me understand why she still refuses to relocate them

Anyway, still waiting for her to leave. I refuse to leave until I can feed them because they haven’t eaten all day and no one will be able to come in over the weekend to feed them because the heating/cooling system at work is being worked on, so they’re not allowing employees access this weekend and I wish to give them something in preparation for the long weekend. Wish me luck that I don’t get caught *sobs*

If I come back to dead geese on Monday, I’m going to rip the facilities manager to shreds *sigh*