#files under: shit to do

[kia8088]

Title: In Passing

Author Note: I’m just a girl, missing writing RomComs. Enjoy, maybe!

Mangoes.

Rice.

Bread.

Pads.

She scanned over her list for the 37th time.

It was 4 things, so surely, her grocery trip should be no less than 20 minutes. It was supposed to be a quick trip in and out.

Hinata went to grab a shopping cart, searching for the smaller ones. It was her method to not over-shopping.

Mangoes.

Bread.

Rice.

Pads.

“Maybe I should pick up a few cucumbers,” mumbled the young woman, as her cart rolled into the store. Her senses were flooded with colors and smells of fruits and veggies. “No,” she coached herself.

Pads.

Bread.

Rice.

Mangoes.

She approached the array of fruits. Opal eyes scanned prices and any sign of a sale. Something about being poor really does put things in perspective. She scoffed at the organic sign and reached for two okay-looking mangoes.

“If the pesticide kill me before the climate, oh well,” she muttered, stuffing them in the available plastic bags. The tired woman rolled her shoulders and glanced up at the cucumbers—just for a second. There was a man standing there, placing 7 cucumbers in a bag.

Mentally, she was preparing to judge him until she saw his cart—which had multiple smaller carts in them.

He was one of the Delivery Shoppers. She just knew he was NOT giving the customer what they wanted.

Her giggle must have triggered him, he whipped his head over his shoulder. She was taken aback by how attractive his face was, despite the actual look of disgust.

Her lips parted and cheeks warmed in embarrassment. Suddenly her oversized shirt and no bra situation felt very silly. She quickly turned her cart and bumped directly into the banana section. She shrunk more into herself and to avoid turning around, she grabbed a bunch of bananas and sped her little cart away.

Mangoes.

Bread.

Rice.

Pads.

Bananas.

In reality, he may have not even noticed her. He may have been looking past her. In reality, no one probably even noticed her knocking into the Banana Bin and therefore, there was no need to panic buy.

But…

��Okay, okay,” she grumbled. “I could use 5 bananas. I like them. They’ll be great breakfast.”

Even though she never eats breakfast.

:::

Sasuke was just trying to make a bit of extra money. Naruto talked him into being a “InstaShopper.”

There he was standing there trying to figure out what a half of pound of cucumber weighed when he heard the girliest, pitchiest giggle.

He peered over his shoulder to see a girl. While it looked like she just slumped out of bed, she was…

…bumping into the Banana Bin.

He smirked as she drove her little cart around the corner. She was attractive but if he wasn’t technically “working” then he…

…would still not approach her because he wasn’t a creep and didn’t feel like going viral for attempting to bother a woman alone. He had class. He had manners. He…

“…five should be enough,” he assumed. Next on his list was hotdog buns. He popped one earphone in and continued his shopping.

:::

Hinata stood, arms folded. Must there be so many opinions of bread? Wheat. Honey Wheat. White. Whole Grain. Potato.

“Potato?” She squinted, leaning towards the words. “Since when…”

“Excuse me, ma’am,” said an employee.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” She moved her cart backwards and crashed into the one behind her. Hinata turned to apologize and saw it was Cucumber Guy again. “I…”

His face remained stoic. And beautiful. She touched her own cheeks in a sort of jealousy. She panicked once again: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“I…,” he started. “Need those buns.”

As the words left his lips, she witnessed his dark eyes widened. There was so much regret on his face, then in a split second, his face relaxed. He turned around without a word, without the buns and left the aisle.

Oh, that was…not suave.

She placed a loaf of the cheapest honey wheat bread in her cart and moved along. She needed to get out of this store before something silly and chaotic happens.

Mangoes.

Bread.

Rice.

Pads.

Bananas.

Luckily she ventured into the aisle with the rice without a hiccup. No signs of that cute cucumber-buns guy. She was almost done.

She swerved into the Care Aisle, and wished she had horse blinders because in truth—why not buy the toothpaste since she was already here. Oh, and soap. There would be no second trip if she also went ahead and got more shampoo. She’d be saving a trip, thus saving money. That’s girl math.

She finally got to the feminine care, grimaced at the prices before picking up her old faithful, no need to ponder, but she did dream of ruling the world and destroying The Pink Tax.

“I need a treat for sticking to my list,” decided Hinata.

Mangoes.

Bread.

Rice.

Pads.

Toothpaste.

Soap.

Shampoo.

…and bananas.

Yup, the list. She deserved a sweet treat. She smiled moving through the store, with an overwhelming sense of confidence. Opal eyes lifted to the signs above and noticed “Water, Wine and Beer.”

She needed a glass of wine with her future sweet treat, but more importantly she needed a cases of water for work. She turned down the aisle and saw him.

Cucumber-Bun guy holding her favorite wine. As she got closer, she noticed there weren’t many of bottles left. He glanced her way and moved to the other side, allowing her to cruise up to the aisle.

He had the last one.

Her hand touched the spot where the wine should be. She slowly turned to the wine in his hand. He looked from the wine to the piercing ghostly stare of the women in front of him.

She watched in horror as he scanned the bottle with his work scanner thingy, and placed it in his cart.

“That’s unfortunate,” mumbled the man.

No, what’s unfortunate is that she didn’t have one of those remotes to pause time. She’d use it to pause time and kick him in the shin. Maybe also a little kiss on the cheek because, hot damn, extra attractive people aren’t supposed to be in public doing mundane things.

What’s also unfortunate, had she not stopped for shampoo and soap, she would have beat him here.

But what’s most unfortunate is she said: “Don’t forget the buns.” Without thinking ahead, which would have been fine had she sped out the aisle but she needed water.

Mouth agape, his eyes followed her to the water section.

:::

He wanted to laugh because how dare she? He watch her then proceed to struggle with a case of water. Served her right! Wasn’t like the wine was for him! Wasn’t like he purposely withheld the cheapest, sweetest Moscato.

Karma was quick and just.

However, unfortunately for him, he could be a gentleman when the time calls for it. He left his cart, walking towards her. “I’ll help,” said the young man.

“No, i got it.”

“Do you?”

She did not. He picked the case up with ease. She noticed he had really nice arms as well. He sat it in the bottom of her tiny cart, it hung off the sides but it was the effort. He did notice her flushed face and smirked, “You’re welcome.” He returned to his cart.

She coughed: “T-Th-thank you!”

:::

Hinata placed a hand on her chest. Ovulation week was beating her up so bad. Openly staring at that man like that should have warranted an arrest, at the very least.

He left the aisle and she went back to grab an extra large bottle of a random moscato. She just needed a sweet treat so she could leave!

Mangoes.

Bread.

Rice.

Pads.

Bananas.

Soap.

Shampoo.

Toothpaste.

Water.

Wine.

She quickly tossed some jumbo cinnamon rolls into her stuffed cart and went to check out: she tried her best to go as fast as possible. The anxiety of people waiting on her had started to creep. She glanced at the line and there he was Cucumber-Buns one person behind her.

The employee helped her with her large bottle of wine and the wobbly case of water. She quickly finished and headed out the store. Though, part of her was kind of sad…

Some sort of strange thing happened between CBG (Cucumber Bun Guy) and herself. Maybe it was in her head. She purposely moved slowly out the store. Extra slow wheeling out her cart.

CBG could be a psychopath, possibility is high because most men are, and here she was hoping for one last interaction. So she stopped, literally to smell the flowers they keep outdoors.

“You…uh, need help?”

She turned to see him, a bit breathless. He motioned to the case of water.

:::

Truth be told, he scanned the hell out of those groceries…because truth be told, to Hell with seeming odd… he wanted her name, at least, it was the 21st century. Exchanging numbers was so 90s. However, he had to catch her before she entered the parking lot.

Creep scale goes through the roof when men approach women in the parking lot.

She smiled but shook her head. “I got it…but, um,” she stammered, pulling at her t-shirt. “Can I have your, mm, n—?”

“Yes—“

“Young man,” an elderly woman tugged on his arm. “Won’t you help me with these groceries. My wrist hurt an awful lot. It won’t take long!”

Her cart was filled and overflowing.

Hinata giggled as the older woman didn’t give him a chance to decline before pulling him away. “Uh, Sasuke is my name,” he told her.

“Hinata…” she waved.

He nodded. She nodded. Maybe next time, she decided. Maybe they’ll meet again in passing.

Mangoes

Bread

Rice

Pads

Bananas

Toothpaste

Soap

Shampoo

Water

Wine

Cinnamon Rolls

…and Sasuke? Mm.

[impossiblefeat]

A perfect Espio pose of Espio being perfect because Espio is perfect.<3

[vaguely-concerned]

my capacity to see a bad fandom take and just blithely say 'okay! I disagree' internally and move on because it's not my responsibility or concern that someone else thinks that has leveled up so tremendously over the years. I haven't quite escaped the pit of misery yet but I think I'm getting there

[camellcat]

hii idk why but the thought of fresh-faced professional scully being so scared she burst into her new extremely flirty but otherwise dismissive partner's motel room in nothing but a bathrobe and undergarments asking him to check her for strange markings before collapsing into him when he laughed at her and said they're just mosquito bites. do you think it killed her? just a bit? just enough that he was It that she realized she could never ever do this again with anyone else and now that she'd done this with him that was it? and lord help her if she ever did it again with him, nevermind anyone else. mortifying introduction. what a way to start out her new career with the fbi

anyways. just thinking about how scully wishes to be perceived and who she really is

[itsalmostavengers]

hi! I've been reading stony for a long while, and now i'm getting into writing stony. But i'm kind of really scared when I open up my writing folder, like, everytime I write something down I'm going, "He wouldn't say that" and then I stop writing because how could I ever write the brilliant person tony is? Or steve? All their snark and witticisms... and banter. It's making me doubt my writing abilities sooo much. As a person who's written stony for nearly a decade, would you have any advice?

this has nothing to do with your ask but hold tf up. I’ve been writing stevetony for nearly a decade. For nearly half of my entire life. UMMMMM LMFAO???

Okay existential crisis aside, one of the most helpful things I do when I’m writing dialogue is I ask myself: would this conversation sound like something Tony would say in an Iron Man film? Could I envision this being written in a comic or would I read it and think ‘he would NOT fucking say that’. Folk have a tendency to woobify the characters they love and turn them into kinder, less fucked up versions of themselves. I used to do it all the time. But these characters are interesting and compelling BECAUSE they are imperfect, because they do maddening things sometimes that invoke an emotional response in the audience. That’s what will draw people into your stories! They want to feel something!!!!

It can feel like a lot of pressure writing someone who’s a genius / a tactical soldier if you aren’t either of those things. For me, I find it much easier to skirt around the issue. Never use too much terminology EVER. Never base your science on reality, because this is not reality and you will make your life a billion times harder. Yea, Tony is smart but will you not catch me trying to include complicated maths into any plot. If I have him figuring something out, I make ALL the science stuff up. Because there’s a huge amount of leeway with comic universe logic, you can simply invent your own laws of physics. These people fly around in spaceships and jump universes. So you’re allowed to create some made up science of your own, because then you can decide entirely how those made up creations operate. Same goes for Steve. Personally I know fuck-all about military operations or tactics and so I could never realistically relay a scene where Steve speaks on it. But what I can do is write out a scene where he saves the day somehow - and it could be the most basic rescue scene you could imagine - and then buff it up around the sides. Make other characters ponder how he knew to go in direction B when everyone else was going in direction A. Allude to his skillset via other conversations. Have the reader subconsciously absorb their talents through context clues and you won’t ever need to explicitly show it.

I think if you’ve read enough stevetony works over the years, you have a good concept of what you like & dislike reading. So your next step really is to recreate the versions you do enjoy. It’s a practise that comes with time, and an element of just trusting yourself and yeah, also fucking it up sometimes. But if YOU like what you’re writing, if YOU enjoy the way the characters are being presented, then ultimately that’s what will bring you the most joy. It will also be enjoyed by the fans who see them the way you do. It’s about maximising your own pleasure, so like ultimately who gives a fuck if they wouldn’t say that in canon? There are legitimate comic writers who write them saying stuff they’d never have said in a different run. Everyone’s interpretations are varied.

I know it can be hard to imagine being witty, or being cruel, or being funny, or being hot-tempered, if you are none of those things. But again, I think that’s just a skill that grows with time as an author. Unless you are writing an autobiography, you’re always going to come across this. So Get to grips with what you want their baseline characters to be. Maybe write down a handful of personality traits that make the underlayer of who you believe Steve Rogers is at his core. Then consider how this list might change and which traits might become more prevalent if you were to put him in situations that tested him. So the general consensus is that Steve is Virtuous and very morally rigid, classically gentlemanly, yes? But how would those traits affect him if he were pushed to his limits? How would they manifest if he was taking someone out on a date for the first time? If he was trying to grocery shop at one of those stupid Amazon shops? You always have to come back to that list when you’re writing the characters’ responses to things, and try not to let the story itself carry you off in a different direction. Maybe it WOULD be more fun if Steve went to erewhon for the first time and started screaming and throwing $28 smoothies at the walls. But is it realistic? Does it align with the traits you’ve written down for him? If no, then you’re officially OOC.

This kind of got away from me lol. But essentially, you need to remember that as the author, you are god. You direct the narrative, the narrative doesn’t direct you. You don’t need to stress about Tony reeling off lines and lines of complex math - you can just write the aftermath (get it? Ha ha), where the equations are already written on the whiteboard and the problem has been solved. Work smarter not harder. And trust yourself! Clearly you know these guys or you wouldn’t have spent such a long time consuming content of them. You’re always twice as good as you think you are, so just have a go. Be wrong sometimes. Be right and make people cry in your comments section other times. Life is varied.

[ruelpsen]

new fantasy driving me crazy is sitting behind someone with my arms around their middle while they eat/drink a ton. just the thought of being able to feel their belly fill up under my hands and then be able to rub the belches out after god….

Goddddddd yes this is always so hot!!! Gotta say, it makes things easier for the person eating to have an extra set of hands to help rub the burps out so they can keep eating with minimal interruption... not to mention that depending on what bits the person sitting behind has, their arousal might become quite obvious too. ;)

[heffrondriving]

oh so NOW y'all rushers wanna talk about James Diamond/Jett Stetson and Jo Taylor/Lucy Stone?!??!?!!! NOW y'all wanna go and totally get behind that like it's the next big revelation?!!??? WHERE WERE Y'ALL WHEN I WAS OUT THERE FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE ALONE IN THE FRONTLINES COVERED IN BLOOD AND RELENTLESSLY HERALDING THESE DAMN RAREPAIRS WITH EVERY INCH OF MY BATTERED CONVICTION AND YET NO ONE FUCKIN LISTENED?!?!!!! ISTG I'M GODDAMN CASSANDRA RN FINALLY WATCHING FORETOLD PROPHECIES GET FULFILLED AND YET. THE VINDICATION FEELS ALL TOO LATE AS THE LEGACY I HAVE BUILT IS ALL BUT FORGOTTEN NOW

[cant-icle]

heckin BONKIN!!!

here is a preview for my second ryujibonk piece (codename: 🌧️) inspired by @purrpurrazzi00's incredible art!!!

[frostbeees]

pro blue · cbj

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

i will probably have a more cohesive and better ramble on this subject once it's not the middle of the night and after i've listened to 49 but like. really having Thoughts tonight abt how narratively all of s5 seems to be hellbent on punishing arthur for daring to try and reach out to people in s4. it's like he felt a genuine human connection to someone who didn't live inside his fucking skull for 5 seconds and the universe was like WELL WE CAN'T BE HAVING THAT and teleported him to a different dimension and started stripping away every memento he had of nyc up to and including the fucking clothes he came in with. and this right after everyone he tried trusting nearly got killed bc of it in separate unrelated violent incidents. just to like. really reinforce the lesson that If You Touch Anyone You Will Both Get Burned and You'll Still Be Alone In The End. because god forbid this man have anything nice.

[merevide]

FUCK THE COVEN FUCK THE THEATREGOERS FUCK SANTIAGO FUCK LESTAT FUCK ARMAND FUCK FRANCE FUCK PARIS FUCK EUROPE FUCK MY BABY LOVES WINDOWS FUCK RACISM FUCK HOMOPHOBIA FUCK ALL THE MEN IN THIS SHOW

[kia8088]

In the mood to get high and write the corniest RomCom ever. Maybe i can never finish a fic bc im so busy tryna do Angst. I am a RomCom Girlie Pop!

[caffeinatedopossum]

Conversation I just had with the person scheduling my therapy (it's at a place that offers disability services so they were asking about that):

Person: oh you're disabled? Were you in a car accident or something?

Me: ah, no, I have a genetic condition that makes my skeleton fall apart

Person: oh geez okay. Do you have to use any mobility aids? Like can you walk?

Me: uhh?? Sometimes? I can walk but not reliably. I can't do anything reliably which is like the whole problem because people don't think of disabilities as being so variable.

Person: wow I don't even think I'd be able to get out of bed, not knowing wether I'd be able to walk or not that day...

Me: oh well I have this pro gamer strategy where laying in bed hurts more the longer I lay there so eventually it will get so painful that I HAVE to get up haha 🙃

[chipped-chimera]

Seeing crochet clothing being 'in' now is always kind of frustrating as someone who can actually crochet for shit (evidence attached) because as much as I'd love to be able to maybe sell some of that work, ultimately you can't compete with that store (machine?)grade shit. A crochet maxi-skirt made from granny squares is selling for AUD $60. AUD $60 wouldn't even cover the cost of the materials (in a nice, wearable quality yarn). :/

Well at least when I make something I know it's not gonna be basic bitch shit -

[kulekrizpy]

who do i need to kill at adobe in order to uninstall creative cloud

[ipcearn]

I had this talk yesterday with a few friends, because one of them is currently really going through it with burnout and post-covid and shared their mother's reaction to it essentially being but what will society think what will your friends think when you aren't productive

Like legit worried we would all run off on them because they prioritize their mental and physical health right now

I've been suffering from depression since I've been 16, been suicidal on and off, most of my friends don't even know me from before then, and I couldn't pry them away from me with a crowbar - and believe me I have tried during my most self-destructive phases

The idea that this friend group would abandon one of their own because they have to put themselves before their job is absolutely absurd to me