#handling services

[thatscreamingrat]

went to the pub for a drink on my first real day off in over a week and watched the girl behind the bar drop the entire cash drawer on the floor in the middle of the rush and then just stare at it at her feet for like a solid two minutes

[trashy-raccoonz]

kimharry getting groceries tgt but instead they melt because of the heat, send post

also i might have gotten carried away and did a lil follow up comic....

[sweetlullabyebye]

Characters that are absolute lovesick disasters but also brutal killers are... definitely something

[valyrfia]

team redline and max brainstorming the idea of an only fans for the community service penalty….sports rpf is a disease

[fisheito]

devs are JERKkin me around- like, wELL-----

[cubbihue]

Does Chloe still exist in ur au?

She does! I've kept core parts of her personality, but retconned massive chunks of her history with Timmy.

Chloe never got fairies, and never shared them with Timmy. But she was his neighbor! They used to play a lot as children, but one day, Chloe wasn't allowed back at the Turner's house.

As a grownup, Chloe's a social worker! She's usually the Go-To person selected by the state to handle difficult public cases involving children. As in: cases involving celebrities, important figures, or the such where the child's identity is at risk to the public. She's an expert at keeping their life secret and away from social media.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[disabled-dean]

Changing channels 2.0 but Gabriel makes Cas the Bachelor and Dean is the P.A. having an excruciating awakening of homosexual lust

[violent138]

HC that Crime Lord Red Hood routinely donates medical equipment, money, and well-trained black market medics (formerly employed by gang leaders he took down) to Leslie's clinic. He's also obsessive about updating or improving the generators at the clinic and wears her down in a way that Batman couldn't.

[anti-ao3]

if you still donate to ao3 even though:

ao3 censors any support for palestine

they barely improve the website despite surpassing their donation goals every single time

they do not see anything wrong with RPF that sexualizes REAL minors

they excuse racist fanworks, they actually suspend anyone who does not feel comfortable with pedo/incest shippers, or literally anyone who labels themselves antis or anti p/roships

they also don't see anything wrong with ai generated stories that most likely steal from real writers that put their heart and soul into their works

and perhaps a lot more things they do that i might be forgetting

seriously.

if you get mad at marginalized ppl calling out ao3, and you act entitled when your fandom interests are being threatened, then you're a privileged asshole. if you call everyone "puritans" or "stupid kids" for being critical of ao3, you're a privileged asshole. this is not about you. this is about the actual harm ao3 does to real people. your favorite fanfictions should not be your priority. especially if you want to keep supporting palestine or people of color in general, you can't just get mad when they point out the flaws of ao3 and stop supporting them when they're not convenient to you.

[calc1fers]

thinking about jily recently because they are so tragically romantic.. lily throwing a snarky remark at james and james swooning over the fact she even noticed him. james smelling her citrus-sweet perfume in an amortentia potion and getting all shy with a small smile on his face. james listening to lily with endless patience after an argument with petunia. lily watching james in quiet awe on the quidditch pitch and pretending it never happened when her friends tease her about it. library study sessions where she's the only one who can actually get james to study, because he could listen to her explain the goblin rebellions in her lovely irish accent for the rest of his life. common room parties where the liquor's flowing and lily's eyes are fixed low and intent on james, turning him into a stuttering mess. james calling lily his wildflower. and in the midst of war, james pressing a kiss to the crown of lily's head as they make coffee in their kitchen. lily cleaning james' bloodied knuckles after he gets into another bar fight. the last thing james ever told her was "be right back" as the doorbell rang on that halloween night. james and lily died in different rooms of the house, but their final thoughts were of each other.

[turbo-virgins]

Since Morrigan and the Inquisitor are both present toward the end of the game- like there is literally no way for both of them to not be there in some capacity- we had all the components needed to show some consequences for whoever drank from the Well of Sorrows. And then we just… didn’t do that??

[cuubism]

job that doesn't exist (as far as I know?) but should: hiring people who love to argue to debate difficult corporations on your behalf

[msookyspooky]

Bo Sinclair is a dom 80% (He'd love to think 100%) of the time till he gets with someone he actually loves and trust then every so often he's a big guy with a thing for GFD/GD, possible mommy kink and praise kink aka all the things he needed so bad in childhood but never had. It's the opposite of him re-living his trauma through bondage and sadism like he regulary does to finally feel in charge so no one can hurt him again while he gets out pent of sexual frustration by doing the only thing he was taught as far as affection goes. Sadism, control, domination.

But if he had a S/O he had been with for years and truly loved and trusted like no one else but maybe his twin; he would be a totally different Bo then what we see in the movie, at least in private.

You tell me this man who never received love or acceptance while watching his twin get so much praise wouldn't fold if he was called a 'good boy' or told someone was 'proud of him' when he's most vulnerable by someone he loves. You look me in the EYES and tell me he wouldn't fold if he trusted an S/O enough and they whispered both dirty mockery and praise in his ear while giving him a 'challenge' to complete to please them. You think he won't be terrified of handing over control at first because he thinks he'll be treated like his parents did just to be an emotional internal mess when he sees he's safe to go there? You try to tell me that after decades of controlled emotions because his negative ones were met so harshly, control over others, control over himself to be strong he isn't gonna melt a bit when he finally has someone to trust to take care of him for once.

You can't. End of.

[marzipanandminutiae]

sometimes I think "I should wait until I have a more permanent living situation before acquiring any big or hard-to-move furniture/household items"

and then I go buy a 26-pound late Victorian mantle clock because life is short and we deserve beauty Now

[abirddogmoment]

today's hot take for dog people: management is not the same thing as training.

[entomolog-t]

I've had this ridiculous g/t brainrot situation stuck in my head for YEARS.

A borrower lives in a busy house where they have a hard time actually borrowing (maybe a couple with kids, and there's just always SOMEONE home). It's frustrating, especially given that there's always so much food in the house, and GOOD food too.

After a close call with almost getting caught they've had enough. Anything is better than this cruel situation. They get to thinking...

Just where did human food come from?

They didn't all farm or make their own food, and they seemed to talk a lot about going "shopping" where they'd bring back unfathomable goods from their outings.

There.

That's where they wanted to relocate.

They call on a favor from a local nomadic borrower they trade with, some oddball eccentric character that gets around via birds. They manage to figure out where to go by examining the logo on receipt paper and recognizing the same logo on a building.

They drop them off in the dead of night, telling them they'll try to pop by on occasion for trading and wishing them luck. The borrower manages to find a way in and is awe.

There's more food than they could ever imagine, and theirs rows upon rows. They spend the night exploring and eating, eventually passing out behind some boxed merchandise.

Morning comes far too soon.

They awake to the sounds of humans.

Lots of humans.

They keep behind the boxes as merchandise slowly begins disappearing off the shelf with each passerby unaware of the sheer horror theyre inflicting.

The day drags on, with the shelves becoming increasingly bare, leaving gaping patches with little cover to hide.

Suddenly, their last bastion of cover is stripped away, reveling a started human wearing the store logo. The odd pair freeze, staring blankly at one another. The employee blinks, and clears their throat awkwardly,

"Uh- hi, can I help you?"