#breakroom burlesque

[lordtonic]

Ouwowooo, Gonna love u soooooo, you'll learn what i-already-knoww

I love you means ur never, ever, ever getting rid of me

[ @damistrolls /tetranocular val and beau hehehe]

[damistrolls]

ok last doodles for the night

[theworldofotps]

Don't Mind

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 1,090 Description: Tyler's girlfriend is an exotic dancer; he's warned all of his coworkers to leave her alone. Sammy doesn't listen.

Massive thank you to my beloved @omg-im-such-a-masochist for helping me with some of the idea and basically outlining the perfect direction to take this. _______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars If you wanna be added to the list lemme know Hook Tag list: @wickedval ________

“So, what’s up with your girlfriend Hook?”

Tyler looked up from his phone in the direction of the question seeing Jericho staring at him the younger man raised a brow.

“What about her?”

“Is it true I mean I’ve heard she’s a performer and I’ve seen some of her Instagram posts is it true?”

“So, what if it is, what’s it to you?”

“Just curious is all I’ve never met a wrestler whose partner is a stripper.”

“She prefers exotic dancer and Dan’s wife is a Burlesque performer it’s along the same lines.”

“Doesn’t it bother you? Aren’t you worried someone else is going to snatch her away or she’s going to cheat on you with someone from or that’s she’s met at work.”

Tyler did his best to keep from rolling his eyes at the question he’s heard more than once from his coworkers.

“No, I’m not worried because I trust my girlfriend I’m the one going home with her nobody else, so I don’t honestly mind.”

“Oh okay, what club does she work at?”

“That’s none of your business and I suggest if you somehow find out not to bother going there, any of you or I will personally throw you out myself.”

“Okay okay easy man no need to get worked up.”

Jericho held his hands up in surrender and started a different conversation with one of their other coworkers. Tyler puts his phone in his pocket and leaves the room deciding to actually go and visit her. When his phone rings he puts it on the car phone and starts it up.

“Hello?”

“Hi babe it’s me.”

“Mamas I was just getting ready to come and see you.”

“Oh, perfect I had a break, but I wanted to talk to you really quick before I went back to work.”

“What’s up?”

“Haven’t you told your coworkers not to show up here?” “Yes, I have why?” “Well, that Sammy guy did, and he asked for a private dance…from me.” Tyler felt as if everything froze the sound of Y/n’s voice fading in the background as she continued to speak.

“Don’t go anywhere near that room tell your boss that something came up and you need to give it to another girl. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Ending the call Tyler peeled out of the parking lot making his way towards the club, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He had made it very clear that he didn’t want any of his coworkers going to the club; the fact Sammy went and then had the fucking nerve to ask for a private dance from his girlfriend. No Tyler intended to kick his ass if he didn’t leave the first time he asked.

Pulling into the parking lot he got out and showed his ID, the bouncer was familiar with him, but he did it anyway. Going inside Tyler walked over to the bar motioning for y/n’s best work friend to come and talk with him.

“Hey Hook, didn’t expect you here today.”

“What room is y/n supposed to be in?”

“She’s in the breakroom.”

“Thank you.”

Walking through the club he made his way towards the breakroom which he occasionally got to sneak into when he wanted to spend a little time with you. Not bothering to knock he pushed open the door spotting her sat at the table sipping a bottle of water.

“What room is he in?”

He asked, voice hard as he watched her, just seeing her sitting there in her work outfit the thought of Sammy trying to get her.

“You scared the shit out of me babe, room number four.”

Y/n says as he turned walking down the hallway but stopped, he had no idea where the rooms even were. Grabbing her bottle Y/n followed him and gave directions to the private rooms then pointed a dark red door with a number four on it.

“Wait here.”

He said gently touching her cheek and opened the door, Sammy was sat with a drink in his hand and his back to the door.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long, now come dance for daddy like I paid for.”

Sammy chuckled sipping his drink and set it on a small stand next to the chair he was in; Tyler walked over grabbing him by his shirt dragging him over the chair arm.

“What the fuck?”

Sammy managed to get out before Tyler hits him watching as the man falls to the floor holding his face.

“I told all of you not to come here more than once I told you to stay far away from y/n’s place of work and yet you go behind my back. And then you book a fucking private room with her?”

Tyler was seething as he grabbed Sammy’s collar and shoved him into the wall, Y/n stood outside the door watching as the two of them went back and forth arguing. Sammy was doing his best to make it to the exit and Tyler was landing a hit every time he managed to lay a hand on him. When security came in to break it up Y/n spoke quietly to the bouncer watching him lead Sammy out. Turning she saw Tyler still pacing the floor, walking over she forced him to sit in the chair after closing the door. Thinking for a moment she could still see the rage and frustration on his face. Biting her lip she turned on some soft music dimming the lights ever so slightly and walked back to the chair. Whenever she wanted to work on a new dance for work, she’d practice them with Tyler. This one she was about to do though was one she hadn’t got the chance to try on him yet. As the music drifted into the room from the speaker, y/n began moving her body with the tempo. Slow movements at first as the song began to build her hands dancing across him as her hips moved.

Tyler watched her slowly realization of what she was doing hit him and he couldn’t help but feel himself relax a bit. “She’s really dancing for me, damn I’m one lucky S.O.B”

He thought his hands finally reaching out to touch her, y/n smiled seeing that his features were finally relaxing. Leaning close she pressed a kiss to his neck letting her lips linger as her tongue flicked out to taste the skin.

“Let me dance for you baby just sit here and enjoy the show.

[steadywastelandvoid]

rules made for me at my office job

I am not allowed to change my office’s desk orientation every day 

I cannot use the words schwifty, burlesque, bussin’, tubular, cap, or cowabummer in any performance reviews. 

Not allowed to blind copy supervisors and mention that they have been blind copied in the email.

Can no longer give employees job titles that are not their official title. Furthermore, referring to employees as the Unrelenting Perfectionist, IT Boi, Operational Sponge, Chris’ Friend, or Background Employee 3 are prohibited. 

While I may believe that asking employees if they want to fight is not a threat, that is not how it is being taken.

It's not per say against company policy, but looking directly into every camera as I walk around the building is making the other staff members uncomfortable.

I cannot take desk chairs on the elevator for any reason.

When conducting an interview, it is only funny once to ask the owner’s dog to read the next question. 

Can no longer make people leave my office so I can have my back to them and spin dramatically upon their reentry in a Bond villain style.

Not allowed to insinuate that I could take any employee in a dodgeball game at any meeting even if it is true.  

A safety briefing is good and necessary. Why I chose to create a video modeled after an airplane safety instructional is beyond human comprehension.

Dressing up for Halloween is fun and encouraged. Not removing my gorilla costume during an employee termination is bad form. 

“I am not a therapist” is not a fun fact for team building.

People calling me “Toby” is not a war crime.

If I really like the accounting department, I need to stop looking up accountant specific jokes to tell them before I get to what I really need to say. 

Other employees getting in their steps is allowed. Using the phrase “I’m getting in my kicks” to explain why I’m snapkicking my way to the breakroom makes no sense and scares people. 

If a joke I put into a powerpoint requires a twenty minute explanation on Italian feudal lords to be funny, take it out. 

HR is not “basically everyone’s work dad.” I need to please stop telling everyone that “I’m not mad, just disappointed” in them during disciplinary meetings.

While I am allowed to decorate my office as I see fit, katanas are not appropriate for the workplace even if they are completely made of plastic

Not allowing everyone to simultaneously take five minutes to go see my “rad new motorcycle” is not a form of discrimination.

Distributing company branded water bottles and telling employees they’re great for “holding booze or tears” is strictly prohibited.

I am not allowed to tell employees that impromptu dancing meets the mandatory activity break requirements.

Just because I put national pj day on the work calendar does not mean that the company will observe it. 

Trial by combat is not one of the disciplinary measures in the employee handbook

Hiring carolers during the week of Christmas is…thoughtful. Asking them to do ACDC covers only makes no sense.

I can just meet with my therapist, I don’t have to insist I am going to a meeting with the “department of internal complaints.” 

The backup manager is not whomever has had the most coffee that day.

[baby-fites]

tell us about all of them!!

!!!!!!!!! ok

Fujita Chouko, age 15, A ua general studies first year.Her quirk, Shapeshift: She can transform into a variety of plants and animals, but each new thing she can turn into takes a lot of time to learn, as she has to understand it to become it. Overuse of her quirk can lead to half-transformations, like a cat with human teeth or a finch with human eyes. Not pretty!

Fujita Misaki, age 18, Choukos older half-sister, Working at a quirk-counseling agency.Her quirk, Antennae: The antennae on top of her head work kind’ve like a really strong “gut feeling” or a spidey-sense if you will. She’s gotten very good at reading other peoples emotions, but she can also sense if she’s in danger or if someone’s lying. It’s never an exact science though, just a “gut” (or head) feeling.

Nakahara Kaori, (Dream Breather), 31, Runs her own business as a burlesque club, she’s the headlining dancer, There’s rumors she runs a drug cartel.Her quirk, Hallucinogen: She secretes a hallucinogenic substance from her entire body, but she’s able to focus it most strongly into her mouth. The effects of this can be seen, heard, smelt, tasted, and felt depending on how susceptible the target is. While what they encounter is limited to their own subconscious, Kaori can control whether the experience is a positive or negative one, and in the case of a negative, think benadryl overdose. Your worst nightmares will come to life.

Watanabe Haruka, (Vision), 21, Used to make a living in underground “live gambling”, now their running numbers for… other things.Their quirk, Probable Sight: They’re able to see multiple future timelines up to 24 hours in advance in the order of their probability, seems straight forward until you realize how many possible timelines there are, what they see is less like a line splitting into smaller lines and more like trying to follow the cracks in broken glass.

Kazama Tsukiko, (Jetstream), 16, ua hero course second year, the intern that ate the dinosaur nuggets out of the breakroom fridge >:(.Her quirk, Sonic Flight: She’s capable of self propelled flight maxing out at the speed of sound, reaching this speed creates a sonic boom which, though a very strong attack, is also dangerous to her. Without proper protection she risks losing her hearing, but that’s taken into consideration in her costume helmet!

THANK U FOR ASKING ABOUT MY WEIRD KIDS I CRY

[itsmypersonalagenda]

CSI Greg Sanders x Reader

Warnings/Disclaimers:

Sibling death, i am not romanticizing anxiety attacks, i know how hard then can be to calm down from, especially if you’re alone in the middle of the night, so I gave reader someone to help her :) gotta love Greg.

Description: Reader is an undergraduate student working with Doc Robbins in autopsy and is Greg’s friend from childhood. They rekindled their close friendship when she moved to Vegas and are now roommates. A Jane Doe comes into the morgue before reader comes on shift and she walks in to see a familiar face laying on the slab. An anxiety attack ensues and neither medical examiner knows what to do, luckily someone at the lab does.

Author: itsmypersonalagenda

Posted on: Tumblr

Y/N L/N was an undergraduate student working under Doctor Robbins in the LVPD crime lab’s morgue. She and Greg Sanders were roommates and had been best friends for as long as either of them could remember. She was running late one day and entered the morgue as David finished stitching up a young woman.

“Ah, Y/N, just in time, can you take these samples up to Greg? I told him i’d send them up a few minutes ago.”-Robbins

She finished pulling on her scrubs and approached the slab with a smile, which instantly vanished as she saw the body. Her breath caught in her throat as the doctor continued to speak.

“Hopefully this isn’t a serial killer, this young lady looks just like you.”-Robbins

He kept his back turned towards her as he pulled off his gloves before scribbling out his signature onto a file.

“Jane Doe number 95 this year, such a shame.”-Robbins

David spoke up when he saw the tears on Y/N’s face.

“Are you okay, Y/N? You look like you’re about to cry.”-David

Robbins turned around at David’s words.

“Y/N?”-Robbins

By that point she had completely broken down, she had tears streaming down her face and was hyperventilating, having trouble exhaling as she failed to supply enough oxygen to her lungs.

David tried to calm he down as Doc Robbins covered the body, suspecting that was the cause of her anxiety attack.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”-David

The door opened and an oblivious Greg entered the room.

“Hey Doc! Where are my-Y/N! Oh my god! David back up!”-Greg

He immediately stepped back, knowing Greg knew Y/N better than anyone. Greg instantly took his place and set his hands on Y/N’s shoulder’s, having had to calm her down from an attack when they were teenagers when she had gotten stressed out about a bad report card.

“Y/N, I know it’s hard but I need to to breath with me, you remember? In and out, with me, in... and out... come on, in... out, keep trying, that’s it keep going.”-Greg

Once she had started breathing better he pulled her into a hug as she cried.

“Shh... it’s okay, it’ll be okay, what happened?”-Greg

“She’s dead... my sister’s dead.”-Y/N

His gaze shifted to the locks of hair visible under the sheet that covered the now identifiable Jane Doe before he pulled he tighter.

“Y/N, it’ll be okay, I promise, okay?”-Greg

She continued to cry as she lead her out of the morgue and to the breakroom and made her a tea, exactly how she liked it, before sitting next to her.

“We’ll catch the bastard who hurt her okay? You’re like family to me, I won’t let anyone hurt you, I can promise you that. Do you want me to drive you home?”-Greg

“I don’t want to be alone.”-Y/N

“Then i’ll stay with you, as long as it takes.”-Greg

Author’s note:

I feel like I may have made him a bit to sweet, oh well, I have two favourite Greg scenes off the top of my head: When he’s dancing with the burlesque headdress on and that one episode with the animal cosplayers and I can’t remember exactly what Greg said but he, Grissom and Sara were talking about the case and he made a joke about how the vic was ‘eating-‘ and if you’ve seen the episode and remember it you KNOW what he was about to say.

[lordtonic]

Nope! I haven't got no dope! Lift up the velvet rope, mr.doorman, stop teasing, I'm freeeezing out here!!!

Val and Beau @tetranocular , henry is mine <3

[damistrolls]

some more val and beau doodles bc im excited 2 have them on the blog (suggestive ones under the cut)