#i'm sure a bunch of people have pointed this out by now

[taylormarieee]

~you fell in love sweetheart~

A dean winchester drabble

Summary: you didn't expect to fall in love with your bestfriend, but it just kinda happened. no turning back now, you fell in love sweetheart.

word count: 1.6k

pairing: dean winchester x fem!bestfriend!reader

Warnings: some arguing, dean being a tease, reader being a bit tough, kissing, reader gets put in danger, some backstory on reader, and anything else im missing!

A/N: heyyyyy!!!! I'm backkkkkk! I HOPE I'M BACK TO STAY FOR A WHILE! such bad brain farts! I COULD NOT for the life of me come up with fic ideas. I know i still have some inboxes from a while ago so hopefully I can get back to those and my unfinished series! LOVE YOU GUYS! so glad I'm back on your screens!

you wouldn't say you're in love with dean winchester.

but to say the least, you were falling in love with dean winchester.

it scared you a lot, considering all that was on your mind was breaking his heart or worse, getting rejected and losing the best friendship you've ever had.

you were very reserved at times, before you even worked with the winchesters, you worked with your dad.

your dad trusted you and after your mom and dad split, you chose to stay with him.

you always researched and he would go out and find the damn thing(s) that were terrorizing innocent people.

you were like sam to your father. you were resourceful, helpful. you think about the times you helped your dad alot.

it motivates you to do the same for the winchesters. maybe more heavily for dean if you know what i mean.

today as always was just a normal day, or whatever hunters call a normal day.

you all stopped by bobby's place to get insight on a shapeshifter that was terrorizing young women by killing their partners and then killing the women.

you and sam are debriefing with bobby and dean about the case, well... more like arguing.

"dean thats stupid." sam says aggressively with his hands on his hips. you standing next to the younger brother with the same look of disbelieve on your face.

"so what your telling me is you want to use me as bait for our little woman killer." you say death glaring at dean.

"well it's not my best idea-" he starts off.

you interrupt saying, "you think!?" with an incredulous look on your face.

"as i was saying... it's not my best idea but it could work. there are billions of people in the world. who knows where this shapeshifter is hiding?" he says

"yeah and only a population of 200 in this town. I'm sure we can easily narrow this down to a certain village of people and track the damn thing down." sam informs.

"but he moves from town to town. there are similar repots in Michigan, Texas, Colorado, and others matching his description. reports that date back months, years even." bobby says scattering a bunch of newspaper reports on the desk.

"look, as much as i don't want to put you in danger cupcake, your are only solution at stoping this son of a bitch." dean says staring at you.

bobby and sam join in looking at you to see what your final answer is.

your too worried about the nickname he just gave you to process anything else.

so distracted the words slipped right out of your mouth before you could think.

"sure thing handsome." as the words leave your mouth, everyone in the room had a different reaction.

sam jerked his head and squinted his eyes in confusion, bobby shook his head and put his head down, and dean had the biggest smirk on his face.

you internally face palm. "uhm i mean yea i totally got this, but you all owe me a beer later." you say clearing your throat, the awkward tension clearly growing in the room.

"i'm uh, gonna take a walk." you say pointing towards the door before grabbing your leather jacket and walking out.

bobby and sam give dean a 'go after her' look and he stutters before rushing out after you.

"hey wait!" he yells out closing bobby's door. "wait for me, i wanna come too." he says.

you turn around and stop walking, eyes squinted in this South Dakota heat.

soon he catches up to you and you both give each other a tight-lipped smile before walking again.

"so, your really up for this huh?" he asks as you guys sit in his car.

"yea i guess can't stand the feeling of hearing about another dead girl and her spouse. it just sickens me you know? like sometimes i think about my mom and dad. what would i have done if i was in that situation? watching or reading in a newspaper about how my mom was killed and my dad? i would be angry."

you take a deep breath in and close your eyes for a few seconds, a technique your dad taught you to control your emotions.

"you okay?" dean asks. "yea i'll be okay, just trying to put myself in these women's shoes." you sigh.

"quick question. what did you mean by that back there. the nickname?" you ask, fidgeting with deans cassette tapes.

"oh cupcake? i don 't know, it just kind of slipped out. guess it was something to reassure you since you were shooting daggers my way." he says with a chuckle.

you giggle with him, "i guess your right, thanks." you say urning to face towards him.

"uh yea no problem." he responds. there's this silence between you two. not an awkward silence but a comfortable silence. one that's been shared many times before.

"so are we going anywhere or are we just going to sit here until i'm used as bait later tonight?" you ask kicking your feet up on his dashboard.

"I don't know? did you want to go somewhere?" he asks.

"well i did just say something didn't I?" you bark back.

"oookay so someones feeling a little bit sassy, did you put a stick up your ass?" he said chuckling as he starts the engine.

"no, but it'll be up your ass in a second if you don't start driving." you respond with your hands crossed over your chest.

"hey, this is my car. i'll drive when i want to." he says putting his foot to the gas and driving out the parking lot.

you guys finally make your way to a food joint and of course dean orders fries, a burger, and some pie.

you decided to order fries, a milkshake and a cheeseburger. you roll your eyes at dean, his obsession with pie grinding your gears but you don't say anything.

"god, whoever invented pie, needs some serious sex handed to them." he says munching on his pie.

"then why don't you go find the person who invented pie and fuck em yourself?"

"seriously whats your-" he trails off before proceeding to laugh his ass off.

"what's funny winchester?" you question. he continues to bawl and in the process, he almost drops his pie.

"i know what's got your panties in a bunch." he says.

"oh yea and whats that winchester?" you question with your deathly glare.

"you need some. like badly." he says smirking.

"I need some what? that nasty ass pie? I'm good thank you."

"no no no, not the pie, well maybe some cream pie but what i'm trying to say is you need to get fucked. your ass is all riled up and your just taking your anger out on me dummy. when was the last time you had sex huh virgin?" he chuckles at that last part.

you stare at him and then punch him in his nose. "you wanna know whens the last time a man fucked me winchester? well it was your brother 3 days ago, so suck on that asshole."

"what?" he says sternly holding his nose.

"you heard me." you say.

"god you really are a bitch aren't you?" he says before getting out the car to go throw away the leftover trash in the car.

you sit there and think about what you said quietly scolding yourself for what you just said.

god why couldn't you just tell him. tell him that he is all you want. he's your type, he's the one you pray to be with, he's the one you've fallen madly in love with. not his brother.

the car door opens again and the car shakes a bit from deans force to sitting in the drivers seat.

"look dean, about what I said- i'm sorry. I didn't mean it. me and your brother have never slept together because he's not the winchester I want." you take a deep breath and stare out your window.

"I like you dean. I know i'm pretty shitty at showing it but i've been your best friend for years. I never would have expected myself to fall this deeply for you or even fall in love with you at all, but these last couple of weeks have changed for me. I've started to notice how handsome you really are and notice that I really have liked you for so long I've just suppressed the feelings. I hope this doesn't scare you off but I think I'm in love with you dean winchester." you look down at your fingers as your eyes close at hearing the words come out of your mouth.

"wow cupcake, never thought i'd hear you say the words." he says with a chuckle.

he guides his hand to your chin and lifts your head up to look at him.

"you fell in love sweetheart, and so have I." he says before looking down at your lips and smashing his together with yours.

warm lips touching your slightly cold ones. his warm hand sending electric sparks to your body.

his tongue slightly slipping past and mingling with your own. the feeling is euphoric and it's loving.

you break off and stare at him, "so you like me too?" you ask.

"duh, I've liked you for a while actually, surprised you haven't noticed."

"oh your such an ass, guys make the first moves not girls!" you say covering your face in embarressment.

he chuckles and grabs your hands before placing one more kiss on your lips.

"eh, didn't have the balls just yet." he says and you laugh as he starts the car again and you both drive back off to bobby's.

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[6okuto]

Mhin x MC x Vere Poly HCS

GN!Reader | anon i'm pretty sure u meant a triad but. the last couple points could work for a vee dynamic too i think!

**triad is all 3 dating each other, vee is mhin and vere dating mc but not each other ^^ i mostly steered clear of lore/plot-heavy things because. i don't want to guess. LOL

Who saw this coming when you all first met? Nobody! Every once in a while you pretend you still don't get along. You roll your eyes listening to their 'fights' and old nicknames or insults they used to mock each other with. Vere snorts while you reenact the times Mhin tried to escape you. Mhin shakes their head while Vere tries to make you, the attractive stranger, swoon with the innuendos he used all that time ago

You and Vere taking care of Mhin after their transformation.. Their vulnerability and feelings of shame balmed and washed away with the blood stains from their clothes and every affectionate murmur... someone pass me a cigarette i'm so serious. Something something both Vere and Mhin transforming, Mhin learning to have more control or less hatred with Vere's help.. exactly

No set sleeping set-up. Whose part of the bed is this? I dunno! Night by night basis most times, especially when Mhin is struggling to fall asleep. Them or Vere being in the middle... :3 Asleep and cuddly Vere does some heavy lifting when it comes to Mhin getting used to him. They're endeared to say the least, same with Vere

Based off the daily schedules, Mhin is awake by the time Vere gets up. So... Mhin getting his bath and breakfast ready one day (alongside yours!)... Vere being caught off-guard because they have it all (nearly) exactly how he likes it.. Vere teasing them about liking and knowing him so much.. Mhin (blushing) is like We are literally in a relationship. Can you take your milk tea

A lot of the time I do think Vere's on the more private side when it comes to PDA (is this odd.) but I'm still debating this. Anyway, if you aren't comfortable with it, you're safe! It might be casual, fleeting touches, or more hidden ones if anything.

You and Vere visiting Mhin on their lunch break, or them finding you guys 🙂‍↕️ Vere taking a nap or drawing, all of you chatting about how your days have been so far 🙂‍↕️ They're both working so much of the day so it's a nice little boost for all of you!

You and Mhin having 'useless' facts in your head.. whether because you love collecting those or because Mhin's told you a bunch. Vere has no idea what's going on and you're both like. What? You don't know about that? Really? And he gets all pouty while Mhin doesn't hide their amusement

^ Would be incredibly funny to me if Vere started spouting useless knowledge to evade questioning from other people. Like Leander. Leander is like ????? while you and Mhin are laughing

I've been trying to figure out who would most likely sit solo in booth seats where there's 2 facing 2 but I can't. LOL. Just depends on the day. If Vere's sitting across from you, he'll keep nudging your legs with his or keep his in between. Mhin won't initiate that from across the table, but if you wrap a leg around theirs, they don't pull away.

I don't think either really want to wear the other's clothes, but Vere might want Mhin to try something of his on. You have access to two new wardrobes now though if you'd like! And they might look at yours if your taste (and clothing) fits ^^

The room can be full of quips and banter or really quiet. Especially in the morning I think both of them are... mellow... before getting to work. It's pretty nice seeing how you all work around and help each other without really having to ask

The time it takes to do grocery shopping largely relies on you and Vere more than Mhin. If everyone's in a nice mood and locked in, it's a pretty efficient trip. If Vere wants to fuck around? If you want to fuck around? Someone save Mhin why do they date you guys /silly. Every time Mhin decides to prank you guys you can't be upset. It's Mhin

(T/V?) I think this works for vee if they're on amicable terms. But again, daily schedules say their dinner and river fishing line up. Are you walking with me. Vere joining you and Mhin (watching, not fishing) one night and meeting all the cats. He is So amused finally meeting Mhin's cat gang and how they all love them that he isn't annoyed that he missed out on cheaper drinks tonight.

^^ Vere zoomies with the cats once they recognize him. walk with me /silly

(T/V?) Vere and Mhin talking when they notice you've been having a rough time or been acting off lately... working with each other's schedules to make sure one's always free for you, making space to be together, etc. I think they could do this as a vee, though their methods would be y'know, more separate

[dame-zoom-a-lot]

Prompt: End of the World | Word Count: 931 | Rating: G | POV: None | Relationships: None | CW: N/A | Tags: text fic, game industry bullshit, corroded boys being silly

All typoes are intentional because this is a text fic and I said so kekeke

this is a prompt fill for @corrodedcoffinfest

ao3 link

Musical Stabbings

Jeffy Taffy: You all saw the announcement?

OldMcDougNalds: yep

KasMeDeddie: What? no? what announcement? are they doing battle passes again? those fucks

Jeffy Taffy: I wish. They're shutting down. Next week.

Gamerson: Fuuuuuuuuu

KasMeDeddie: Fuck shitty bunch of fucking shitty asshole freak fucks. A week?! A fkaing WEEK?! Club PENGHIN got a month!!!

OldMcDougNalds: fuck I put so much money in that game

Jeffy Taffy: Judging you.

OldMcDougNalds: Oh you're fucking welcome for keeping the server up fot he game you loved for the past…fuck how long did this game stay on?

Jeffy Taffy: I'm honestly impressed it lasted the year and a half. Weren't there like six hundred concurrent players during the last peak?

KasMeDeddie: Back in my days, we had five players both ways, uphill, and we were grateful about it.

Gamerson: Yeah yeah gramps.

Gamerson: Are they doing anything about it?

Jeffy Taffy: About what? Like refunds? Nah didn't mention it. Sorry Doug.

OldMcDougNalds: I meant like metaphorical money, the way time is money.

Jeffy Taffy: lol fuck then i poured a gazillion dollars into this shit… hate to say this but this shutdown might be good for us.

KadMeDeddie: speak for your self mom. I'm gonna go straight back to doom scrolling while rocking back and forth in the corner of my enclosure.

Gamerson: guys fucking focus. They're not doing any kind of closing event right?

Jeffy Taffy: Not according to the letter no.

OldMcDougNalds: wat do you wanna bet they fired everyone alredy?

Gamerson: so we should do something about it

Jeffy Taffy: lol what you gonna get a job there or something?

Gamerson: no! Like we should organize a sit in on the last day. all gather in the town squrae and like, say good bye

KasMeDeddie: Gamer are you dropping us? was this shitty game all that was keeping you tethered in my cold embrace?

Gamerson: i'm gonna burn this chat down then i'm coming to burn down ur house

Jeffy Taffy: ok ok shut up shut up Gamer's got a point. ok how are you going to organize this sit in? how do we get the word out? it's not gonna be just us right?

Gamerson: idk I'm a big picture guy

Jeffy Taffy: 🖕

OldMcDougNalds: we should do a concert!

KasMeDeddie: i'm listening?

OldMcDougNalds: our attacks have sound effects right? and sure you can't do damage in the town square but you can still make the sounds

Gamerson: so i get to fulfill my life-long dream of stabbing Kas through the guts but like musically. i like this

KasMeDeddie: right back at yah big boy ;)

Jeffy Taffy: I'm up for stabbing. I can get a word out on my stream.

Gamerson: don't you have like three subs?

OldMcDougNalds: as if you weren't one of the first subs Gamer. you looooove us

Jeffy Taffy: and I have twenty. fuck you

Gamerson: ooo don't forget about all the little people that got you to where you are when you get that streamy award or whatever award it is that streamy people get

KasMeDeddie: guys!!! Music!!!!!

Jeffy Taffy: oh, right, right, yeah, Kas is right. We do the music first. we'll get the word out however.

OldMcDougNalds: yeah if it's good enough people will come

Gamerson: nope

Jeffy Taffy: oh bless your heart

KasMeDeddie: so we know whose not going to handle promo

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Jeffy Taffy: this might be the sleep deprivation talking but…

Gamerson: go on?

Jeffy Taffy: fuck guys trying to cobble together something listenable based on the four sound effects we had was the most fun I've ever had in this game.

Jeffy Taffy: I mean real fun. I actually picked my guitar back up from where that baby was gathering dust. I'm strumming her now.

Jeffy Taffy: I love you all so much.

Jeffy Taffy: fuck, the chat during our last stand

KasMeDeddie: aww i love you too taffy boy

OldMcDougNalds: picking my base back up taffy, just for you. ooh shit look! They're sharing our concert on reddit

Gamerson: 🫣 are we done with declarations of love?

OldMcDougNalds: WE LIVE U GAMER UR SO TALENTED

Gamerson: 🔪

Jeffy Taffy: look at everyone dancing with us

KasMeDeddie: and the way it just cuts out when the servers died11 ART! BABYYY

Gamerson: ok, another crazy idea, but a good one

Jeffy Taffy: 👀

Gamerson: what if we do this again. but with like real instruments.

KasMeDeddie: you also play for real?

Gamerson: i'm a damn good drummer

Jeffy Taffy: shit really? so McDoug plays bass. I play guitar. You play drums. Kas you play anything?

KasMeDeddie: … i also play guitar

Gamerson: fight! fight! fight! fight!

OldMcDougNalds: putting my money on Taffy

KasMeDeddie: i will stab you

Jeffy Taffy: we can both play guitar. anyone sing?

KasMeDeddie: i can scream

<voice note>

Jeffy Taffy: …my ears are still ringing.

Gamerson: the first time i hear your voice and it's a direct assault on my brain stem.

OldMcDougNalds: good screech man.

Jeffy Taffy: but ok ok for real you're fucking good Kas. we should do this for real like fuck… can't belive I'm saying this but I'm in Indiana. I will drive anywhere for up to… shit, I guess five hours right now to try jamming out a little and figure shit out.

OldMcDougNalds: I am also in Indiana. Indianapolis? Anyone else?

Gamerson: what the fuck. what are the chances?

KasMeDeddie: are we… all in Indiana? I'm just two hours from Indianapolis.

Gamerson: you know what? in ten years, when Rolling Stones interviews us, we're going to have the most metal, unhinged band origin story it's ever heard.

[vicedmuses]

"jerks always pick on those that are better than them. sorry you had to go through that, but at the end of the day it just meant that you were above all of those idiots." for some reason, the idea of bobby being bullied annoyed him. charlie was always a defender of the people of sorts. guess that's why he became a cop and later on the sheriff. he genuinely cared about others. enough that he was normally shy, but if someone had been getting picked on then he would step in. the only fights that he had provoked were on behalf of other people. it didn't matter if they were his friends or not. then he shook his head, going back to the present day and listening to the teacher's story. during it, he made sure to grab his beer and take sips every now and then until he was done with it. "we think it's a bunch of bear attacks. happy that you were able to take the kittens into your home, it's probably not safe for them outside. the bears got a hiker just the other day." which is why he wanted everyone indoors, but a town mandate wouldn't go over well. "so be careful. if you see or hear anything, call me directly."

the sheriff had fished out one of his cards from the inside of his jacket pocket, leaning over to grab it. then he sat back up on the couch and handed the card to bobby. it only had his personal number on it. he wasn't always at the station and this town was small enough that he didn't think he was going to get a bunch of calls at three in the morning with an emergency. "make yourself comfortable." he wanted to say just take off the damn tie, but he didn't want to make it feel like he had been watching the man the whole time. so his gaze slowly went back over to the screen, finally paying attention to the game. "really? thanks. my family speaks some italian, but i took spanish all throughout high school and i guess some of it actually stuck." none of it being things that he could actually use if he went outside of the state of washington. "donde esta la biblioteca?" where is the library. something everyone knew. charlie nodded at it being similar to italian though. from what he still knew of that language, he could tell that they were pretty similar. "are you fluent? do you speak it often?" he really only had a reason to speak english, so he was curious if the teacher's life was different. his gaze went back to the other man at the mention of kids and them being with their mother. maybe they did have more in common than he originally had thought. "do they ever visit? i'm sure it's hard just talking on the phone with them. if you want, the next time they're in town we can all ride in my patrol car. sirens and all." maybe that'll help the man get some brownie points. not that he needed it, he seemed like a good dad.

"I was pretty good at bein' the pipsqueak the other guys threw around like a ragdoll." He could laugh about it now, his dad took him out of little league before the season had even finished. Being a teacher wasn't something Bobby always wanted to do. it was just sort of something he.. settled into. He always wanted to other things, maybe nothing, something with animals.. He liked kittens. he had a whole bunch of em in his backyard. They were sort of like cattle, they fed and grazed beneath the sun on his lawn. "You know what?" he rubbed his chin, feeling the gruff of his unshaved chin on his palm . Sadly, two of them had been killed recently.. he'd heard the whining and hissing in the night but could not see anything. "I've been hearing some strange things outside, you know?" his eyes widened in thought as he connected the pattern. God, he'd been too sleep deprived to notice. "These past few weeks, yeah. Been giving me the heebies." He'd let them in, the cats, he described this to Charlie, and the next day, noticed a trail of blood and guts mangled with fur leading into the woods.

He had just recently moved just outside of town, and for this reason, he didn't have television. too lazy to set it up yet. so most of his nights were spent quiet, with his own thoughts. this was very nice for a change. He tugged on his tie, beginning to feel suffocated by it. It was a size to small or somethin'. It he mused at Charlie's unexpected Spanish, bushy eyebrows pushing high on his face "Hey, that's pretty good, you continue to surprise me, Sheriff." he got the damn thing loose finally, topping off the last of the beer. His eyes shifted to the television only momentarily, eyes widening as he noticed a ball flying, but it ended up being a foul. Damn. "Can you say anythin' else? in Spanish? I can mostly understand, they're like my ahh," he gestured to the air, "distant cousins. It's very similar to Italian." No longer able to stay busy with the beer, he quickly found himself fondling the coaster. He flipped it so it stood, and he twirled it between his hands. He found that the outside material was this nice pelt. He'd have to ask Bella once he saw her where she got these. Sometimes she gets me talking for the whole class before I realize I hadn't even presented the lesson plan yet." He chuckled. "I got kids of my own," he finally mentioned, smiling a bit shyly. "They're little though. Live with their Ma back in my Manhattan. My boy's learning to use the phone so, he's been driving me crazy." He said it all with a big, toothy grin.. you could tell, his heart was full just thinking about them.

[starryjkoo]

So I'm a huge Beatles fan, and the whole aesthetic of MUSE is really giving off 70's retro vibes to me? I've seen a lot of people point this out, especially with the little vinyls and now the cassettes. But especially now with Jimin's pre-release being titled 'Smeraldo Garden Marching Band' (😭) I'm definitely getting Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band vibes?? which, I can't even begin to talk about how excited that makes me?

And I think this was a FACE pre-order bonus? or something like that

And there's that clip from Jimin in NYC with Pdogg that Vogue released we're they're looking at vinyls and they talk about the Beatles, Pdogg says

and here's Jimin again

They talk about Abbey Road too but I'm so 😭 I can't WAIT to hear what this album sounds like ahdghadoghadgh I'm so excited.

I think the colors of MUSE really match up with Sgt. Pepper aesthetic too. I need to dig more into this, so happy 😭

edit: wait but has Jimin watched cirque du soleil Love?????? omg I NEED HIM TO SEE IT 😭 please, imagine him taking inspo from the show

oh but I forgot that it's closing 😭 I really hope he got to see it, it's such a beautiful show oh my god, the absolute insane visuals and emotions it takes you through, to feel and experience music that way was such a high. That would be so perfect for Jimin, to tell his musical story through a visual and emotive show like that 😭 and parts of it are really his style too imho

[tangled-wires-and-a-dead-heart]

I have two wolves inside of me: one of those wolves really wants to share my theories/speculations/analyses of scarlet hollow and the other wolf is my intense fear of being wrong and my self doubt that makes me think that no one else wants to hear my rambling.

[quitedisastrous]

i wish i could just do nothing for a few days straight. maybe even just sleep for a few days straight. sooo excited for constant misery over the next 20 days

ranting in the tags. i would just scroll past if i were you

[zincbot]

the hits stop coming and they don't stop coming

[femonologue]

Many years ago, I was wandering around downtown Ottawa with my best friend. We ran into a friend of his who offered us some hash (it sucked), then said there was a really good house party nearby if we wanted to go. We were like, yeah, sure. So that's how we ended up at some completely fucking random person's house.

I look around to ask if my friend knows anyone here and he's simply gone, as is his friend. And this isn't some red solo cup hangout; this is a party. There's people counting out pills on the kitchen counter. I am clearly neither as cool nor as drug-savvy as the kitchen people, so I back away and instead wander aimlessly into the living room, which seems to give off more of a chill vibe.

A bunch of people are seated in a circle on the floor. One of them is fiddling with a big wad of newspaper or something. A really cute grunge girl with piercings and tattoos scoots aside to make room for me, so I sit down.

"What's that," I ask her, gesturing at the newspaper wad.

She gets a really big smile on her face. You know the smile. It's the I'm About To Watch This Innocent Soul Get High As Fuck smile. "You've never smoked a tulip?"

"What's a tulip?" I ask.

"It's like if a joint was also a bong," she replies. "You gotta try it."

"Alright," I reply, a little uncertainly. This will not be my first encounter with weed. I am more comfortable with the janky newspaper bong than I am with whatever the fuck is going on in the kitchen. Besides, this girl is really cute and I would like to have a friend here now that my existing friend has turned into vapor or been transported to the Upside-Down or whatever the hell happened to him.

I watch as one person holds the newspaper joint-bong upright and holds a lighter over the top while another gets beneath it, tilting their head back to take a puff. Apparently smoking this Cheech & Chong monstrosity is a two-person job.

"Oh," I say, looking at the fist-sized knob at the top of the wonky newspaper joint. "Yeah, it does kinda look like a tulip." Grunge girl smiles at me.

I watch as the tulip is passed around the circle, along with the lighter, and hits are cooperatively taken. It reaches grunge girl, who takes a huge puff and holds it for an extended moment before exhaling an impressive blast of smoke. She smiles expectantly and holds the tulip up for me, preparing to spark the gigantic meteor of dank that makes up its tip. By this point I have completely forgotten about my missing friend. I only care about making a good impression on grunge girl. I tilt my head back and hit the tulip like a smokestack.

It is the following morning. I am sleeping between a couch and a wall. I'm not positive that this is the same house I was just in. My memories are gone. Someone is yelling at me: "dude! Dude! Wake up, dude!"

I sit up. My mouth tastes like cigarettes. I do not smoke cigarettes. "Wha," I ask the yelling man, who I am quite confident I have never met before in my life.

"We're going on a quest," he tells me, gravely. "You have to come with us."

I look around. Neither my friend nor his friend are anywhere in sight. I also do not see grunge girl anywhere. I shrug helplessly. "Okay."

We embark from this house. I learn that the destination of this quest is Tim Horton's. This is a relief to me, as coffee and a donut sounds really fucking good right now. Somehow, the route to Tim Horton's takes us past the Governor-General's residence, which everyone else in the group loudly heckles on the way past. I do not know what the Governor-General has done to raise their ire, nor do I particularly care. I trudge along with my hands in my pockets, pleased to note that I still have my wallet, phone, and keys. I fervently wish that I could remember anything about last night. Maybe I talked to grunge girl. Maybe she's why my mouth tastes like cigarettes. The tulip tasted nothing like cigarettes.

I am asked about my politics. I voice my frustrations with corporate corruption, the pay-to-win electoral system, the lack of transparency and accountability. This is met with great approval. The guy who was yelling at me claps me on the back. I get the impression that we became friends last night. I don't recognize his face. I do not know his name and he definitely does not know mine. I behave as though we're friends anyway. We are comrades on a quest.

By the time we make it to Tim Hortons, the gaggle of stoners I'm walking with have all run out of energy and/or attention span. People order snacks and break away in pairs or solo, to call for rides or plan the day's events or just vegetate and wait for the drugs to leave their systems. I look around and find that my nameless friend has also gone to the Upside-Down. As I wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth with coffee, I unsuccessfully try to remember whether I saw grunge girl smoking tobacco at any point. I remember nothing. That tulip was so fucking powerful that it instantly sent me a whole day forward in time.

Alone in the city, I try to call my best friend and get no answer. I walk to the nearest bus stop, catch a bus most of the way home, and call up my parents to ask for a ride back. They ask where my friend is. I tell them that I have no idea; we went to a house party and I don't remember anything else.

When they pick me up from the bus station, they ask me some very safe, nonspecific questions, and seem to relax when I describe what little I can remember. It isn't until years later that I realize they were probably terrified I'd gotten rufied or something, and were so relieved to learn otherwise that they didn't even bother chiding me for smoking myself unconscious in an effort to impress a strange woman. In any case, they were probably happy to find out that I did, in fact, like girls; I suspect they had been privately wondering whether I was gay.

After getting home, I finally manage to get my best friend to answer his phone. I discover that he tried the kitchen pills, spent most of the night crossing the entire city on foot, and crashed at his cousin's house. He sounds like shit. I tell him that he should have tried the tulip, instead. He fervently agrees with me.

I never see grunge girl again.

That's okay, though. She got to see a clueless stranger get fucked the entire way up on some ungodly strain of giga-weed, and I got smiled at by a cute girl, and then I got to go on a quest. Wherever grunge girl is, I hope she's happy. I hope she's smoking the fattest fucking blunt and smiling as some kid passes out behind a couch.

[hope-for-the-planet]

What if there's already nothing left to save? There's microplastics in the clouds and soil and our blood and brains. Climate disasters and warming are happening faster than scientists thought it would and all the governments in the whole world are just protecting the corporations and billionaires that are causing this. We're not safe, too much irriversable damage has been done already and its getting worse even more and I'm so scared. We could hit so many tipping points that will kill everyone very soon if things dont change completely from how it is now. I'm only in high school I just want a future. Please tell me I have a future

Hi Anon,

I received a bunch of asks similar to this one over the last several days, and I’m not sure if they are all from you or just a lot of people feeling similarly—but I’m going to try to cover them all here.

First, you still have a future. Full stop. And if you don’t want to take it from me, take it from actual NASA climate scientist Kate Marvel, who said “I unequivocally reject, scientifically and personally, that children are somehow doomed to an unhappy life”.

The future may be harder and more complicated than we would have envisioned without the obstacle of climate impacts—it will certainly be different. But it can absolutely still be full of joy and fulfillment and happiness.

Climate change is not a switch that gets flipped when we reach a certain threshold and then almost everyone dies or lives in a post apocalyptic disaster-movie reality. Climate impacts mean a gradual increase in the difficulty of meeting everyone’s needs, mitigating increasing natural disasters, preserving vital ecosystems, etc. as the climate gets warmer. Tipping points may accelerate that change, but it's still not a matter of a "human society kill switch".

Second, I’m so sorry you are feeling this way. I’m sorry that you feel like your future has been taken from you before it’s even started, I’m sorry that you feel betrayed by the generations that came before you. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to be a high schooler right now, entering into adulthood at a time when the world is in such turmoil without the years of adult life experience to give some buffering perspective.

I know that looking at all the progress we still need to make it seems impossible that we will get anywhere close to where we need to be—but when I was in high school the idea that we would make as much progress as we have right now seemed laughably impossible. In my high school reality carbon capture was a sci-fi idea, electric cars were basically nonexistent, clean energy was such a negligible drop in the bucket that no one really believed could ever meet a significant portion of our energy needs, and climate change was generally considered a low-priority, "tree-hugger" issue if people even believed it was real.

The idea that we would have this much popular support, this much worldwide government action, this much investment and progress in clean energy and other climate solutions would have made my high school self cry with disbelieving happiness.

Every tenth of a degree of warming that we avoid will make life in the future measurably easier. We’ve already shifted that needle from 4 degrees to 2.7 in just a couple of decades. We need to keep pushing, but we are making progress and we have already steered the world away from the worst and most apocalyptic climate impacts.

Just getting this far is incredible, heroic work. That is millions of real humans that have been saved from death and poverty, that is an entire planet of people whose lives will be better than they would have been otherwise.

There is still a beautiful, vibrant, complex, life-giving world out there to save. Things will be different, the world will be different, but there is still a future to look forward to. And I would bet that when you've been out of high school for a couple of decades, the future you'll look back from will have seen a lot more progress than you're expecting right now.

(PS Just as a final side note, if you're feeling spiraling climate anxiety all the time, I would really encourage you to reach out to friends, family, or a therapist for support. Any kind of anxiety--climate related or not--can have a really awful impact on your mental health and we all need extra help sometimes (speaking as a very anxious person myself))

[urcoolgf]

TATTOOED HEART

pairing. bf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff. makeout. suggestive content towards the end.

summary. rafe gets a new tattoo, && surprises you (peep the ariana inspired title)

"appointment, or walk-in?," the man behind the counter asked. he had tattoos all over—full sleeves on both arms, ink up to his neck, and a few facial piercings.

"appointment for rafe... rafe cameron," he replied, his nervousness peaking through his 'tough guy' front just a little.

"sure, man. right this way," the worker led rafe back into the room. a few people were currently getting tattooed, a few pierced. there was art all over the dark walls—different tattoo styles, and other artistc pieces. he guided rafe to a black, leather chair before sitting himself in the artist's stool adjacent to it.

"i'm zach, by the way. i'll obviously be your artist today. so, what are we thinkin' of doin' rafe?," his vibe was calm, which put rafe a little more at ease—though he would never admit he was anything but completely chill about this.

"yeah, i got a pic. i want you to put this... right here," rafe replied, pointing from the picture on his phone to the spot just over his heart.

"nice. sounds good, man. let me draw up a sketch, then we'll place it, yeah?," zach replied, immediately reaching for his ipad to begin a sketch.

once he had finished it, he turned his ipad around to face rafe, but leaned over it, so he could look at it while explaining the different aspects of it to rafe—what colors would go where, and how he was going to shadow it.

"that looks perfect, man," the blonde said only semi-excitedly—he was still rafe cameron after all—he had a reputation around here.

"alright! i'm gonna have you take off your shirt. i'll place it, and then you can go look in that mirror right over there," he pointed to the wall diagonal from the chair, "and let me know what you think," he continued, "any changes, and i mean any, you let me know, okay?,"

"got it," rafe said, stripping himself of his t-shirt, and laying back in the chair. zach placed the stencil over rafe's heart, leaving a blue ink on the right side of his chest. he stood up, walking over to the mirror as instructed, analyzing the position and style of the temporary ink on his chest before it was permanent. he walked back over to the chair, and sat himself back in it.

"it's awesome," rafe nodded his head as a smirk spread onto his face.

"cool, man. alright, go ahead and lay back. we're gonna get started," zach said, turning around in his chair to grab some new gloves and other materials that he placed on his tray.

the soft buzz from the tattoo gun rang through rafe's ears as he felt the first few strokes.

not as bad as he thought.

—

"zach, man, you did an awesome job. this looks amazing. thanks a bunch," rafe said, admiring the now permanent ink in the same mirror he looked into a couple hours prior.

"happy to hear it. my buddy ryan's gonna get you checked out up front," zach replied with a smile, beginning to clean his station.

"thanks, man. have a good one," the blonde said before heading to the front counter to pay, and obviously leave a generous tip. rafe would never show it, but he was so excited to go home and show his girlfriend.

—

"baby! i'm home," rafe shouted, loud enough for it to travel throughout tannyhill. he was already excited, but his smile grew when he saw you hurry down the stairs, ready to throw yourself into his arms before he stopped you.

"wait! wait," he laughed, holding you in place by the sides of your arms.

"what?," you had a kind of sad look on your face, thinking you did something since he didn't want you touching him, "something wrong?"

"no, baby. nothin's wrong. wanna show you somethin'," he said, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. you stood in front of him with absolutely no idea of what was going on. once he pulled the shirt over his head your eyes shot open, and your jaw dropped. it was covered by clear plastic wrap, but it was plain as day what it was…

your eye. tattooed. over his heart.

the artwork was absolutely stunning, it looked so real. you reached out to graze your fingers over the plastic wrap—carefully. as if you could mess it up. as if it wasn't permanent.

"is that… that's my eye, rafe," you said without taking your eyes off the dark ink, shock still evident on your face.

"yeah, that's kinda the point, sweetheart," he laughed, bringing his hand up to cover yours, and press it into his heart.

"i– i don't even know what to say, rafe… you got a tattoo?!," that wasn't the prominent question, but you really didn't know what else to say. this was the sweetest, most unexpected thing he could have done.

"said my heart was yours forever, didn't i?," he asked with a smile, although the question was hypothetical because, of course he had said that, “now everyone knows.”

and he meant it.

“this is so sweet, rafe…,” you began, lowering your hand from his.

“but…?,” his brows furrowed, he felt the follow-up coming from a mile away.

“but… it’s also sexy as hell,” you said, eyes narrowing as you pulled him towards you. he wrapped his arms tightly around the small of your back as your lips collided. you could feel rafe holding back a smile against your lips, and it drove you mad. he moved his hands further down, playing with the plush of your ass a bit, before moving even lower. he bent down slightly to place his hands on the backside of your thighs—which was code for 'jump'.

with no hesitation, you jumped into his arms without breaking away from his lips, running your hands through his buzzed hair. rafe began up the stairs, still kissing you until you pulled away for a moment.

"you have no idea what that tattoo does to me… you're getting it tonight, rafe cameron," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making his eyes roll back. you pulled back to look at his face.

"oh am i now?, he said quietly, eyebrows raising as if he didn't believe you.

he believed you. and boy was he looking forward to it.

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[sharkylass]

ALRIGHT, I ASKED FOREVER AGO, BUT WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT MY ISA LOOPS AU?? | [MASTERPOST]

Heads up this contains a lot, and I mean A LOT of spoilers for In Stars And Time. Including: = Act 6 spoilers, including main mystery and secret encounter = Minimal Act 5 stuff = And a bunch of extra stuff that happens through Act 3 and 4. SO BASICALLY ALMOST EVERYTHING, FINISH THIS GAME COMPLETELY BEFORE READING (ESPECIALLY THAT ACT 6 ENCOUNTER, IT WILL LITERALLY BE THE FIRST THING I MENTION UNDER THE CUT)

With all those warnings out of the way-

IN REPETITION AND CHANGE

Initial Concepts:

I feel it's important to show these sketches because they were the first ideas I ever had. I wasn't even entirely sure I wanted to make an AU at this point, I didn't even know how I'd approach it. But I started sketching and it's been on my mind since- SO! Isa is stuck in the timeloop. I know what his wish is and he DOES have a Loop equivalent! The grumpy dandelion guy is Roboro (it/they/he). Their name is a very small play on Ouroboros and they call Isa "Seedling". However, this post is not about them, as I'm gonna talk about it and Isa's dynamic in a separate post. In short, Isa is his normal loud self up until Act 3, right? They beat the King, they reach the end, and whoops, the loop isn't broken. So now, what happens is that Isa starts getting his brains out. He starts thinking more analytically and tries to problem solve.

The more stuck he gets in his head, the less he's able to perceive his friends as real people, and more like them holding him back. Because even if Isa explains that he's smart, that they shouldn't be surprised if he says something, shock of all shocks, reasonable- They'll forget it the next loop.

So Isa is stuck with trying to portray his confident, loud, supportive facade- Which is fine! It wouldn't be the first time! But it progressively gets more and more frustrating, as he tries to find answers and simply looses the energy to pretend to be stupid.

TL;DR: Isa in the timeloop, unlike Siffrin, becomes more distant and cold rather then something more akin to Sif's mania.

NOW, MORE ART!!!

KILL KILL KILL:

I imagine Isa didn't have this encounter the same way that Sif did. Yeah, frankly, Isa is pissed with the sadness- But that's not why he goes through with this.

In this moment, Isa is trying to kill two birds with one stone. He's trying to get through this quickly, as well as reassure Mira that they can do this! If he shows how strong he is, then she'll feel safe right???

Poor Isabeau forgot that whenever he shows that he thinks ahead, he scares people. How could he forget that? How could he forget that he's inherently---

Family Quest:

I still think Odile is the one to call out to him (same with sus quest).

The hangouts I'm still figuring out, cause I don't think they'd too similar to base game- But, fun fact, at the end of this run, everyone agrees to keep travel together!

Isabeau brings it up, can't hurt if you can fix your mistakes right? And everyone agrees. The relief on Siffrin is the most palpable thing Isabeau has ever seen.

In this moment they love you. In this moment they all love you. In this moment---

Death Screen:

He loops back anyways. (This is one of the initial concepts that I ended up animating. This line in particular is when he reaches the end)

Act 5 Tarot Card:

NOW TO SEE MORE OF HIS PASSIVE AGRESSIVE SIDE

Thanks to @the-bitter-ocean for prescribing tarot cards to Isa (THEY ALL FUCK SO HARD) and for the RAW ASS LINE

If interacted with in act 5, predictably, Isa tears it apart. He doesn't need the divine judgement upon him, he's faced everyone's perception his entire life.

However, he tears it methodically. Tears it once in even pieces, twice, three times, and one of the pieces once more. In a way he isn't even getting his emotions out, it's like he's actively trying to tear it apart so it stops nagging him, like he wants to shut it up. Though, the Judgement card symbolizes rebirth, absolution and inner calling. In Act 6 he'd be able to look at it and find comfort and confidence in the card.

Act 5 Mirror:

And lastly, I have the Act 5 mirror picture. I haven't quite figured out how to make the normal ones work yet, however, I couldn't let go of the idea that Isa would not want to be in the picture.

The idea of seeing himself at all makes his head hurt and his stomach squeeze. The memory haunts him as he stands to the side and says the word. He didn't think the mirror would catch him.

AAAAND THAT'S ALL THE ART STUFF FOR NOW!!

I still have quite a bit of it to post, especially about Roboro, but I'm gonna leave it here for now.

I still gotta figure out the hangouts and potentially the dagger equivalent- but I have ideas for Bad Touch, the glass equivalent, and some extra little things that didn't happen in Siffrin's loops.

I needed to yap about this, because I've been slowly stacking up ideas and writing and I needed to share it at some point- If anyone read all this and has questions and stuff I fully welcome 'em!!

[smollsmule]

Ok ok but you wanna know the real tea?? I've read several beach fics at this point (which are all awesome btw, y'all are amazing writers) and it's a beloved staple to have Edwin be somehwat scandalised at everyone's beach outfits not to mention all flustered from seeing Charles in swim wear. Which is a Good Trope, don't get me wrong, I love that just as much as the next person

HOWEVER

I think actually it's Charles who should be more shooketh about Edwin in his funky lil edwardian two piece!!

Picture this. The year is 1916. You are 16 year old Edwin Payne with a bunch of repressed gay thoughts. Much unpleasantness happens, you die and get dragged to hell, even more unpleasantness happens, 70 years later you finally manage to claw your way up and suddenly women are allowed to vote. There's been not one but two world wars, several countries you grew up reading about in the news don't exist anymore and mini skirts are a thing now.

All I'm saying is, for all the teasing Edwin gets for "What is a handjob?" and "Crystal's internet", this kid was essentially thrust into a scifi world full of weird shit and gets mostly by via an attitude which can only be paraphrases as "fuck it, this might as well be a thing (maybe ask Charles about it later)". King of adaption, master of radical acceptance.

Charles on the other hand, and I say this with only love in my heart, is at his core a boomer. He was there for every tiny gradual shift from '89 to modern day. Sure, he was dead for most of that time, but that's not really relevant. All I'm saying is, seeing the bbc announce marriage equality was probably a bigger shock to Charles than it was to Edwin. That's a guy who already had to accept he will never fully wrap his head around home television.

Also consider the states of undress they've been exposed to seeing the other in. Edwin was stripped to his underwear in hell and still had his knees and elbows covered. And that was probably a more exposing outfit than he'd ever be comfortable with. His usual casual get up features a sweater vest for crying out loud! Meanwhile you have Charles going full 'ceps out in his undershirt first chance he gets. Edwin either got real cool with a lot of shit real fast or he would have combusted several times over those 30 years.

And yes yes, we've all seen Edwin "Haunted By Gay Thoughts" Payne's mental slideshow of abs n hips close ups after getting one (1) glance at the Cat King's stomach. But to his credit, the man was going through a full blown sexuality crisis at that and has since emerged victorious.

So all I'm saying is. Edwin seeing Charles shirtless at the beach? Probably not even the first time this is happening, a lil flustering for sure but just last week he saw two people making out nasty on the tube so hell if he knows. Charles seeing Edwin's kneecaps and upper arms for the first time? Incredible, show stopping, pride and predjudice 2005 hand flex level of suppressed horniness.

Anyway. I'm writing this fic now and none of y'all can stop me.

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt 5 of the Danny is a clone/reincarnation in DC au. Tw: discussions of sa and child sa

[Part 4 here]

Danny is not sure how he got talked into this. Sure, he's been steadily getting better at "normal" interactions over the last 2 and a half years, and he's met or is family with everyone here, but it's still a lot. It's Dick, Wally, Kori, Raven, Jon, Damian, Kon, Bernard, Tim, Jason, Roy, and him all camped out in the second largest family room for a sleepover. Sort of. As overwhelmed as he feels, it's still rather fun.

They have movies playing in the background while they all play different games. At first, different groups split off to play board games or card games, but Dick decided they should play something all together. It was hard to find something that accommodated so many players, so they decided to play never have I ever.

Danny could even play honestly because everyone here knows about his "second set" of memories. So there's no questions if he puts a finger down to something he hasn't technically done from their perspective. But it does mean they hone in when he hesitates.

"Never have I ever lost my virginity." Damian said it because he knew Tim, Jason, and Dick would put their fingers down, but his eyes widen when Danny debates if he should. "Seriously?"

"I'm not sure it counts.." Danny shifts uncomfortably.

"Oh-ho! You lose it to someone Before?" Jason teases, "Who was it? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?"

"Jason.." Dick scolds while staring hard at Danny. He's clearly pieced it together. There's this look on his face that isn't sympathy, but empathy. Danny feels sick knowing his eldest brother knows exactly what he means because he's also been through something similar.

"I've actually never made it past kissing with a romantic interest." Danny can see the exact moment his very specific wording clicks. He starts trembling as a bunch of ugly emotions make themselves known.

"Shit."

"Danny-"

"I don't think it counts." Dick cuts everyone off, his sunshine smile nowhere to be seen. "No more than my assaults should be considered cheating."

The way Kori flinches leads Danny to believe that's exactly what she accused him of at some point. He knows they're exs, but didn't know the details. The guilt written all over her over this topic is reassuring, though.

"Sometimes things happen outside of our control." Dick gives a small sad smile. "Which means we can't blame ourselves. We just figure out how to live in the aftermath."

The fact Dick has been sexually assaulted seems to be news to everyone, but Wally and Kori. The anger on both of their behalves is heartwarming, but Danny just feels the need to scrub his skin raw. The images of the pedophiles pretending to be scientists flashing before his eye and their phantom touches making him feel dirty.

"I'm never going to escape what that lab did to me.."

"You already are." Kon pipes up. "Look around you, kid. Even just a year ago, you wouldn't have agreed to be part of this hangout. Sure, the scars will never go away, you'll have moments where you feel like nothing but an experiment or a tool, instead of the kind and bright person you are, but that's okay-"

"Whenever you forget. The people who care about you will just have to remind you!" Jon's bright grin has sadness mixed in it.

"Danny?" Tim shuffles closer. "Can I hug you?"

Danny doesn't verbally answer, just nods and crawls into Tim's lap. Danny curls up tightly and whispers. "I think I'm done playing for now."

"Alright.." Tim hugs him close, rubbing soothing circles on his back. A glance towards Dick reveals Wally and Kori have him sandwiched between them, giving him comfort.

"How..." Jason starts slowly, clearly still recovering from the information that his eldest and youngest brothers have both been assaulted. "How about we play Uno? We have 3 packs worth, so there should be enough."

Danny knows this won't be the last time the topic of their assaults are brought up, but it's a weird sort of painful healing to even just acknowledge it happened. It'll probably also stop them from trying to push him into relationships like they do with Damian. He can't stomach the thought of dating currently. He's happy just sticking to platonic affection for now.

[fightingthetides]

[水]

Shin was definitely a super human when you thought about it. He was pretty smart, he was fast, he was strong, he was disciplined, and he had this uncanny ability to destroy just about any kind of technology he could get his hands on. Was it that he couldn’t control his strength, or they all just happened to die when in his hands?

“Ye, the guy is wicked strong and stuff. He has an ability to break almost any technology he got his hands on. Laptops, cameras, GPS, and stuff.”

Man… those were the days of watching him just break a perfectly good piece of equipment after you blinked. It happened so fast it was hard to tell how it happened.

“Ah… he was full of muscles for sure, yeah. Shorter than me but he’s a solid wall. Not all muscle though. He maximized his speed and strength stats.”

Vivian had to leave quickly because she was suffering from something. Caffeine something? Probably that thing where people get cranky because they don’t have their caffeine. Those heavy coffee drinkers are usually like that, and he’s had to witness it before. Those smarty-pants quarterbacks were usually the main culprits you come across.

“Thanks again! See ya!”

Mizumachi waves a hand and he quickly finishes off the waffle and hot chocolate. He washes the plate and cup quickly and sets them aside before he sets off to class on his own.

    "Is he now? With how super human you make him seem, it's kinda hard to picture him as another fellow homosapien... but it's honestly wild non-mediocre guys like that actually exist. Tell me - was he absolutely shredded or does he have a physique similar to yours?" Vivian questions while keeping in mind what Mizumachi had told her earlier about football terminology. Honestly, stuff like that tended to fly over her head, but since it clearly meant something to him, she figures she should make an effort when it came to remembering the difference between a linebacker and a quarterback.

    The moment she senses a throbbing tightness emerging behind her temple, however, Vivian would soon immediately grimace. Ah... that's right, she didn't exactly drink her coffee yet, did she? By that point, she'll then muster an apologetic smile up at Mizumachi before slowly emerging to her feet. "S-Sorry. I think I'm now just developing caffeine withdrawal symptoms, so I'll talk to you later, okay?" Vivian brings herself to half bow. Why, as much as she regretted cutting their conversation short so abruptly, she was truly starting to feel a headache coming on, to the point where she doesn't think she could exactly ignore it.

    "Hopefully, though, you derived some enjoyment from the low effort waffle and hot chocolate I made! Still, if you ever need anything, you're absolutely welcome to text me," she later reminds him, and upon giving him one last wave, hurries out of the kitchen.

[teaboot]

OH FUCK YALL THOUGHT I WAS *ARMED GUARD*????

BRUHHHHHHHH

I'm the lowest level licensed security you can hire

I work foot patrol for shit like wet cement, construction sites, malls, libraries, outreach centers, and local events

My job is, essentially, human scarecrow

I am not permitted to carry a gun.

I am not permitted to carry a taser.

I am not permitted to carry pepper spray.

I am not permitted to carry a baton

I am not permitted to carry a knife or any multitool containing a knife

I don't have a plate vest

I'm not permitted to make any physical contact outside of administering first aid or in self defense, which must be made in minimal force required to ensure personal safety

I escort employees to make bank deposits, ask aggressive or violent people to leave, and take notes on safety hazards in patrolled areas

If someone bleeds, throws up, or takes a dump somewhere they shouldn't, it's between me and the custodian to make sure nobody slips in it bay bee

It is none of my business if someone is doing drugs. If they aren't an active danger to themselves or others then they're golden

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

If you're selling drugs in clear view I will ask that you please do that elsewhere, ideally with more discretion. End of interaction

If you are using drugs in clear view I will tell you *exactly* where the property ends so you can smoke your bong 3 feet outside of that line where I can't do shit if someone complains. End of interaction

Site Security is not police. It is not LPO. Someone could point you out as you run off the site and say "I saw him shove a microwave down his pants and walk out" and it would be approximately none of my business.

THINGS THAT ARE MY BUSINESS

Overdose in the bathroom. I will verbally check twice that you are conscious, and if I get no response I will warn that I am coming in to check on you. If I find you on the ground I will again try to speak to you, warn that I am touching your shoulder, and give you a jiggle. If I can't wake you up I roll you into recovery and wait for paramedics.

Threatening or harassing staff. You cannot make passes at the highschooler operating the pretzel stand. You cannot tell the bank teller you'll "track him down eventually". The lady at the nail salon said she didn't want to marry you six times now and now I'm your problem

Abuse, endangerment, or neglect. If you leave your baby on the sidewalk so you can shop by yourself then I will be the jerk who ruins your day. If you hit your kid I will become very much your problem. If you locked your dog in the car with the windows rolled up six hours ago and it isn't getting up when I tap the window I'm gonna be the biggest pain in the ass you'll see all day

Safety hazards. Don't shoot off a bottle rocket in the parking lot. Yes it's very cool and you probably won't hit anything important but there's a pretty big empty lot like six blocks away man, what if you nail a kid or something. If you wanna take your bearded dragon to the food court, keep him in your coat or in a carrier. Climb the telephone pole on Tuesday because thats my day off

Client complaints/concerns. Boss says you've been here living in your car for three days and it's time to move on. You and I know it's been a month but between us if you switch locations every couple days around the lot she won't catch you again till at least May. As long as you don't leave a bunch of trash laying out we're good.

END NOTES

If you have tattoos on your face, throat, or hands and you wanna pull something you gotta be so incredibly discrete, is so incredibly easy for Law Enforcement to track you down you have no idea. I know like 3 guys with face tattoos in town, one of them's been my buddy since highschool and the other 2 were introduced to me like "watch out for a guy with a star on his cheek, his name is Patrick Sturblish, he's 43 years old and I saw him pocket a redbull once".

Always assume someone is operating the cameras live.

The courts are so insanely overwhelmed all the time, if you nab something small and vital like bandages, tampons, underwear, whatever and don't have a long list of priors usually even a cop won't bother trying to charge you. If I can't tell you not to steal for the consequences then at least don't get cocky about it

In my own experience if you walk into a big store and straight up tell someone "I don't want to steal but I need this very badly" then usually someone will find a way to get it to you

If someone tells me you're stealing on camera I will let you know that someone caught you and it's your last chance to put stuff back before they do something

If you pull a weapon on me or someone else while I'm working then I'm required to inform police so please don't do that thank you