#just had the worst 45 mins

[catboydan]

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[cranberrymoons]

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[figuerockfaeth]

found bedlam in neverwinter at the thrift store for a dollar!!!! and it has all 298 cards!!!!!! i’m winning

[vampyrluver]

Cried for the first time at work, mean customers

[ccrv-7]

saw-esque halloween themed dnd oneshot with the party tomorrow and i probably wont be able to attend

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick:….

Jason:….

Tim:….

Dick: okay so was anyone gonna tell me Bruce is dating Joe Chills daughter or was I supposed to figure that out by myself.

Jason: HES WHAT

Tim:???????

Damian: I think I just threw up in my mouth

Cass: …is this that Freud guy you were telling me about?

Steph: somehow worse? I think?

Jason: Idk where does dating the daughter of your parents murderer fall on the Oedipus scale of morality?

Tim: more importantly where did you find out this information?

Damian: please tell me it’s a tabloid so I can bleach my brain of this conversation.

Dick: Babs tipped me off that something was up and I stalked em for a week

Tim: Ah classic

Jason: you really have one trick Grayson

Dick: Hey! No I do infiltrations, Tim and Cass are the stalker duo

Cass: *nods*

Jason: so… Bruce is actually dating the kid of the guy who offed mama and papa Wayne. That’s cold. I’m a little impressed actually.

Tim: Clark was RIGHT THERE

Dick: so was Selina

Steph: we could’ve had a Step wonder mom

Cass: you’re not adopted

Steph: is Wonder Woman was in this family I’d marry into it

Tim: *nods solemnly* Bernard would understand

Jason: Talia was there

Damian: that might be worse actually

Tim: nothing is worse than this

Dick: actually I might agree with Damian

Dick: anyway zatanna

Jason: didn’t you date her

Dick: that’s another timeline ignore it

Tim: Constantine

Damian: Dent

Dick: I’d take viki vale over this

Jason: same

Dick:…hey Duke can see into other realities right

Jason: depends on the writer..

Dick: when does he get back from his families

Tim: he stops by for 45 mins to steal some pastries and check his gear before patrol

Dick: … wanna see if we can get him to look into other realities and see the worst person Bruce has dated

Jason: yes

Tim: yes

Damian: no

Cass: yes

Steph: yes

Dick: you’re outvoted Damian I’ll see all of you tomorrow at the cave bright eyed and bushy tailed!

[phagodyke]

my god. new contender for most shite day at work this year so far

another morning another free bus journey..

[catnipaddictt]

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wc: 2.1k

series masterlist ⭑ co-creator @memoiich

You had finally moved away from your hometown. A final answer to your undying search for independence. A trait your mothers whipped tongue had tried to rein back for years. Something that had very clearly failed. The thought alone made you smirk a bit as you stood before your new home. The Alderaan apartments were a choice at best. Very cheap for the location being so close to the centre of the city but a little decrepit. Still it felt like a palace to you right now.

You made your way up to the 4th floor, the highest of the crumbling building. Leaving you to look out to the curtains of the slightly nicer hotel on the other side of the street. Grabbing your suitcase, you unpacked your luggage before coming to the realisation that you had no food in your new home. And of course it just had to be dark outside, evening having set. After overthinking your options you decided to ask your neighbour for some eggs. Dragging yourself to your neighbour’s door with your metaphorical tail between your legs, you knocked on the door.

A strange being poked its face through the slightest gap possible, it looked around worried. You didn’t know if it was to look for trouble or to find it. After the anxiety-writing look, the creature opened the creaking door. Now that you could see it, It was clearly a Gungan.

“Hello. Missa Jar Jar Binks. Why are you at misssas door?“ he questions “Hey, I'm your new neighbour. I was wondering if I could borrow some eggs?“ You say, a bit unsure of the Gungan in front of you. “Missa loves eggs. Sun sun or scrambled, lovely for my tumtum” jar jar snickers at the end. ”So… Can I use the eggs? You question once again. “Missa doesn’t have any eggs for sunsun but missa could go to the store for stuff and stuff.” Not only did you think of going to the store before you were now massively disappointed and also extremely tired. The less effort option was clearly the wrong one.

“No it's fine I will go myself thank you anyways.” Before finishing Jar Jar was already speaking, “It's not a big dealio, you newbie don't know the way like missa does.” Before you could protest against this clearly exhausting task, he was already out of the door and started walking towards the staircase. Not wanting to be rude, you followed. It took 17 minutes longer than normal to get to the store because Jar Jar wanted to ‘cut a cornerio’. Once at the store Jar Jar started to argue after eating a RAW egg “As a tasty jum jum” Only after 36 min of arguing and you finally offering to just buy the dozen did you start to make your way back home which also took a small hour.

You could finally bid Jar Jar goodnight. You got home just to cook the damn eggs ‘sun-sun’ style and went to bed in the early morning, you already knew this new life was going to be hard at first.

Waking up had never been so hard before, but the alarm was ringing and today was an important one. It was your first day at your new job at the paper company, ‘Paper Force’. Paper Force was located pretty far away, you would have to drive past the mustafar part of the city, making it a long trip for a very tired driver. Prepping for work wasn't the worst as you had laid out your work outfit the night before.

You got in your beat-up 2002 beetle and started the 50 minute commute. At the 20 minute point your car started to rumble, not just a soft snore, no, a rumble. 10 minutes later and you were stuck by the side of the road. You search an auto shop on your hologram immediately. The only car mechanic that wasn't 2 hours away was a place called ‘MustaCar’. Having no time to waste, you called the number.

45 long minutes later an old pickup truck pulls up behind your still-not-starting beetle. By this point you were frankly very annoyed. You were already half an hour late to your new job, and it didn't seem like you were going to get there soon. And to make things worse, you slept bad last night, meaning you were now rather sleep deprived.

The door to the pickup truck swings open with a clunk, clearly well used. A man in his early to mid 20’s steps out of the vehicle, he reaches up and moves his dark-blond curls out of his field of vision. He wears an oil-stained long sleeved button up, of which you cannot tell the original colour, as well as a pair of dirtied jeans. He spots you, puts his hands in his pockets and stalks over, clearly in no hurry.

“I was just thinking you weren't going to bother showing up” you snapped at him harshly. “Well, sorry Miss, the rest of the world doesn’t revolve around you” You let out a sharp breath at his words. “Excuse me, just look at my car and do your job”. You were fed up with this day already and now you had to deal with a know-it-all, stuck-up, man-child of a mechanic. “Parents didn’t teach you manners I see, now what seems to be the matter here? So I can do my job” He walks towards your car, popping the lid. You roll your eyes at him before speaking. “Well she won't go” He rolls up his sleeves, “Figured that much” he states. Your brows furrow in annoyance, you don’t have time for his attitude, “something started making noise and now she doesn't want to run.” He leans forward to observe your car’s engine. “She, huh, does the lovely lady have a name as well?” You can hear his smirk through his words. Your ears turn red “Shelby, the car is called Shelby”. The mechanic lets out a harsh laugh as he turns to something unknown “An old lady I suppose then, with a name like that”. You let out a huff and turn away.

“Dead Battery and the terminals are corroding”. You jump slightly, having zoned out. “Sorry?” you question. “You have a dead battery and its terminals are also corroding. Oh and you have a break problem, that's what the noise was”. You stand there a bit perplexed, “Uh what does that mean?”. “It means you aren’t gonna be able to drive Shelby until you get her fixed”. He says the name of your car amusingly. “So can you do it then?” You ask, checking your hologram for the time, you were almost an hour late already. “Well that's my job isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow. You sigh, clearly this guy thought highly of himself. “How much and how long?” you demand, patient wearing thin at this point. “Well the battery change is gonna be about 150, plus the corrosion, about 20, and the grinding breaks, another 150 credits” he pauses before speaking again, “it’ll take a bit, have to order in the parts, could take a while, a few weeks”. “A few weeks!” you all but shout.

You pace away, trying to think. You were very very late, had little to no sleep, and now your beloved car wasn’t going, plus you might have to wait weeks to get her back running. “Fine, do what you must” you bark out. Hopefully this man could fix Shelby quickly, and you would never have to deal with him or another car problem ever again. “Need anything out of her? Or are you good?” He asks. You walk over to Shelby, grab your bag, morning caffeine fix, and sweater. You shut the door gently. The guy speaks, walking back over to the pickup truck “Okay then, I’ll take her into the shop and she’ll be good as new soon. Oh and I will probably need some contact details, unless you never want to see your car again” He walks back carrying a piece of blue-ish paper and a pen with the ‘MustaCar’ logo on the side, passing both to you. You write down your information and hand it back to his expecting hand. “You should come by the shop, I’m sure the guys would love that” And with a smirk and a wink, he turns, secures Shelby, and gets back into the pickup. You watch as he drives off with your prized possession, your Shelby, If he ruins her, he will have hell to pay. You had now been walking for 30 minutes, with your workplace still another 20 minutes away. Your hair sticks to your forehead with sweat and your feet are starting to ache. The music playing in your ears is a nice distraction from your situation as you stroll at pace. Finally after what feels like a millennium, you reach the building. The large blue letters spell ‘Paper Force’, meaning you haven’t gotten lost along the way. Making your way to the building, you check your reflection in a window, fix your hair, and give yourself a mental pep talk. Just go in, explain what happened, it will all be fine. At least you hope. With a deep breath and step inside.

Pulling up the shop with a rumble, the pickup-truck deposits his newest client's female car around the back. The fading MustaCar sign blinks slowly at him as he gets out the parked truck and steps foot on solid ground. The beetle named Shelby looks out of place among the beat up vehicles, and forgotten projects of the shop. “Anakin” A female voice yells from inside the garage before a young togruta steps out. She wears overalls and a pair of safety goggles on her head. “New project Snips” He says. “What's wrong with it? It looks pretty good to me” the togruta states as she walks over and runs a hand over the bonnet. “Battery is dead, corrosion, and breaks need new pads” Anakin explains, counting off each problem on his fingers. “We are gonna need to order stuff in for her”. The togruta laughs “Her?” she questions. Anakin sighs “Yes, Ahsoka, Her. Owner calls it Shelby". “Cute” Ahsoka shrugs “lets see what we can do”.

“Well the brake pads are definitely going to have to be replaced, there is basically nothing there” Ahsoka looks up as she speaks. “Thought as much, '' replies Anakin, as he wanders over with two cups of coffee, he passes one to Ahsoka. “Thanks”. “I placed an order for the new battery and brake pads, should take a week to arrive, but knowing the shipping times, it will probably take longer than that” Anakin says as he surveys Shelby. “At least she isn’t a complete wreck”. Ahsoka nods behind Anakin “speaking of wrecks, how is that project coming along ''. Anakin turns to look at the car sitting under a large tree. He had picked up the third generation Pontiac firebird from a man on his deathbed; it had been living in a barn for 20 years, rusted, and in desperate need of restoration. If it even could be saved. “It's a work in progress Snips”, “I don’t know, it is rusted pretty bad in some of it, it will take a genius to make it run again”, “Good thing i’m here then” He replies with a smile. Ahsoka rolls her eyes and drains the last of her drink before returning to their newest project.

A voice pulls Anakin out of his work “Anakin, I need to speak to you”. The voice comes from an elderly man, Palpatine, the creator and owner of MustaCar. “Of course” Anakin wipes the oil off his hands on a nearby cloth, before throwing it back on the table and following Palpatine. They enter the main office of the shop and Palpatine closes the door behind them. “Sith Auto Dominion is growing. At this rate we will be losing profit by the same time next month” Palpatine states. Sith Auto Dominion was the biggest competition for MustaCar, located on the other side of town on Geonosis Blvd. Over time the opposing shop had been taking their customers, meaning Palpatine and the people he employ have been having to cut costs however they can. “What can we do?” Anakin questions. “Not much my boy, we just have to be careful. I have owned this shop for 45 years and I will not see it go bankrupt” he takes a breath “You are my best mechanic Anakin, I cannot afford to lose you”. Palpatine walks around to his desk and sits down, gesturing at the seat opposite him. “I have a favour to ask you, Anakin”. “Anything” He replies. “Take your apprentice, go to Sith Auto, find out what they have that we don’t”

“Alright Snips, we have a job”

[mins-fins]

infinite love without fulfillment [prev].

and though you have always been the apotheosis of misfortune, it appears the son of sunny prosperity, huang renjun, can never just remain faithful to your very inquiries.

PAIRING. huang renjun x male!reader

GENRE. alternative universe, 80s–90s timeframe, hurt/comfort, a crossbred of slow and fast burn, angst angst angst, fluff.. in fleeting moments, a boy with bad luck x a boy with good luck, mutual pining, the typical isa mins-fins sadness meal, sort of relationship study, technically childhood lovers i suppose, much romantic

WARNINGS. swearing, explicit language, death, suicide, smoking, mere mentions of child neglect, school violence, bullying, mentions of slight injuries, bleeding, reader has the absolute worst luck imaginable, period-typical homophobia, the rest of the dreamies are kinda terrible friends, most of the adults suck, um thats it??

WORD COUNT. 1k, 1074 words preview | ??? full fic

NOTES. well jesus hello everybody, this fic is quite literally a monster and i have no idea why i conceived it or where it came from or why i so dearly cherish it but welcome to your much typical isa mins-fins angst fest with love, a non linear narrative, stuck in the past and simply boys with huge feelings 😁 this fic came from the most disturbing corners of my mind and is again much self indulgent because i have terrible luck so nobody is allowed pleasure and is subjected to pain!! of course, this preview is probably one of the few nice scenes in this thing, but don't get your hopes up, i am me after all 😋 i began this pre-renjun return, i just love him a lot.. and just for contexts sake bc this thing flip flops throughout several years, reader & renjun are both 74 babies, okay enjoy my mess

   1987.

the first meeting took place in a spot now abandoned. following the beginning of your teens, your uncle managed to grab you the occupation as his friend’s protégé. mr lee was about the sweetest man you could meet in such a town, his smile reached his eyes, his glasses tilted sideways in a display of his excitement, his words often scrambled and much too practiced for a kid your age.

you paid no mind to the peculiarities, there may have been a falter here and there, a fracture in the show of happiness he kept so perfectly built up as his defense. strange or not, you had nothing against a harmless, cheerful man who sought for the best life he could offer for his family, it was admirable really, you found him the closest figure of a father at the time.

the records shop was barely a mile walk, your shift consisted of sorting records of movies you had no mind to comprehend the existence of. the horror was typical, comedy was cheesy, romance was.. something, and you always wrote down in your mind to speed past the adult movies, glancing at them would be akin to committing the sin of lust.

clouds shook above on the dimmed november afternoon, a foreshadowing of the incoming rain. you spent most of your shift peering upward at the roof on its final leg, you’d not be surprised if it collapsed on you.

“it won’t fall” your boss voiced, assurance there when you most needed it. the state of his widened eyes behind his glasses still provides you a good deal of amusement, they were the thick ones, brims much too passionate. “place has been standing for years, a simple storm won’t take us down”.

“knock on wood” you opted to whisper.

his replying chuckle is cut short when the bell above the door echoed off the walls in a stark, beaming sound. eyes narrowing, it is then when the first meeting took place. you can pinpoint the exact start; 3:45 pm, october second, in the lee’s movie record shop, you spotted the drawn out features in an instant.

your gaze averted as his settled onto you, your intrigue in your cuticles suddenly peeked. in contrast to you, mr. lee brightened at the sight of seemingly familiar folk. “ah! is that the huang’s i see? how was the trip?”

always ever so buoyant, conversation picked up rapidly, you always pondered on if all adults acted in such a way, you hoped it was a skill that developed with age, your own antisocial nature being that of your biggest weakness.

a pair of eyes kept themselves trained on you, yet you managed to avoid their path. you placed your hands forward, a pile of dvds suddenly tumbling downward and crashing onto the floor.

you swore under your breath, muttering apologies in the air. a nuisance you are.

you knelt to begin cleaning your mess, eyebrows knitting together as another figure kneels to aid you in picking up the clutter. you glanced upward, meeting an identically colored pair of eyes.

his features are soft, you theorize they still are. eyes wide, cheeks full, lips pressed thin, you two are the same age, yet he still appeared as a baby. protection, fondness, you wanted to insulate him from the horrors of this world. how funny.

“hello” he spoke as if you were delicate, fragile, glass would shatter if the volume had been too high, your expressions would fracture if he even dared to speak in such a contrasting way. “my name is renjun”.

it was never meant to be a conversation, never meant to be anything more than a spontaneous act of kindness. a sure fire, mundane november afternoon with rainfall right on your tail.

you stared inarticulately, as if rendered beyond words, nothing of a term on your tongue, like the mute kid those who don’t know you assume you to be. his gaze remained soft, nothing compared to the calloused looks from the other boys at school, they’re mean, they’re toughened, renjun? he was completely different, in the glass of his eyes was pure virtue, virtue he longed to share.

your throat went dry. “my name is.. um—”

you kept at a pause, the lack of malice foreign to you.

“y/n” mr. lee called, the tensing of your shoulder paired with your wince startled renjun backward, but you composed yourself quickly enough. “have you really never met renjun? he’s a good friend of donghyuck’s, you know”.

lee donghyuck was the son of your boss, his smile is toothy, his baby bones remaining present, his laughter always seemed endless, a true testament to the kind of son he is. you surmise that he inherited most of the traits from his father, his mother was never stone cold, per say, but she did not ease the stoic looks.

he could be akin to one great pain, but he could never be a genuine problem, he had vivid dreams and could power through any brick wall, you envied his vigorous manner.

“donghyuck is.. um, i— we aren’t really friends, i forgot to ask” you stammered, hands clasped, gaze frantic. he released his usual mr. lee hearty chuckle, the sound bouncing off the walls in a resounding action. “i didn’t know how to..”

you twiddled your thumbs, gaze straight down, shame running along with the bright red blood coloring your veins. there reigned a rain cloud over your head, dumping its depression ridden remains atop your head. you did not mean to ruin the mood, yet the aching silence alerted to you that all could sense the dejection lacing your tone.

stupid, stupid, stupid, you ruin everything.

you’re sure mother would never utter such words, yet her voice was all circling around in your mind, appending to the depressive rainfall drenching your very soul.

“it’s okay! you know, renjun likes books too, you two would get along!”

and he began his ramble, you found such a prospect amusing, he couldn’t help it, the manner of an excited child who had every spontaneous factoid to spew. both you and renjun merely glanced, equally as gladdened by the sight.

“these are scary” he voiced, staring downward at the picture of the omen. “do you like scary movies?”

“they are okay”.

your opinion hasn’t changed since.

“too scary”.

you could not help your silent chuckle, it was just the slightest bit cut.

[somecunttookmyurl]

As a person with chronic adhd paralysis and time blindness, the idea of being late/missing stuff *haunts* me, because I do think it’s rude. I’m late to shit all the goddamn time, and at this point I’ve started calling myself “consistently inconsistent” because it’s such a problem. One of my worst memories is from a time I was trying to rekindle a friendship with someone and made plans with her, and then woke up the day of 2 HOURS after I was supposed to meet her to a voicemail from her asking where I was. Never saw her again. It’d be really nice if I figured out how to transform all my anxiety about being late into *not* being late

ow ooff

a few weeks ago i was late to a hospital appointment because i somehow had it in my head that my appointment was at 4:45 when it was at 4:25 (probably because 4:25 is a stupid time) and only noticed my mistake when i left to get a bus at 3:55

i IMMEDIATELY called them to try and let them know but it took me half an hour to get them on the phone (nobody seemed to be able to transfer me to the right floor and i went in phone circles for ages) like by the time i got anyone helpful i was 1 min away from being late

i felt so bad about it (and also a bit silly) like. i misread the time please don't make me reschedule if the person after me is there just let them go ahead of me i'll be like 20 minutes late.

when i got there they were like "honestly at least you called. there are people who live literally on the same street as the hospital who turn up an hour late and don't even bother saying anything" like. were you raised in a barn.

[mrvenuspluto]

Mental gymnastics

Detailed thoughts, perfectionism at every glance, calculated and strategic moves. Are only the minimum of me. Hey, well hello! My name is Virgo, well Virgo moon to be exact. Every thought, gesture, movement, decision, outcome are planned very well with the best of my abilities. Yes i judge others, well not purposely! I just see the flaws in everything around me, even me. But i dont speak on them or expose others, like virgo ascendants who speak there minds more and point them out more than me. Im more in my head and wired mind, so i feel this way, so it could cause my brain to go hay wire if i dont speak how i feel. So it gets directed back to me. My emotions and body can take on these energies. Which is not good,But unless they get on my dark side where i save and memorize every lil thing they did or do. Well im not emotional like my water signs, so i look at it mentally and i play mind games back with you, lets see who wins! Very spitful and creative when it comes to get back. But Im my worst critic! I cant even get dressed without seeing the littlest thing ruin my outfit, WTF! What's is this on my shirt. Took hours to get dressed, days to match and coordinate ever color and style. Damn! Yes we have a nasty mouth, very good with words especially when proving a point or getting to the bottom of things. And arguments, well libra a beast at that i give it to her with her airy ass energy, but im the man when it comes to facts, evidence and practical proof. Hmmmm dont let my calm cool demeanor fool you, i seen what you did, know what you are planning! Just know im 10 steps ahead of you! I can dive into your brain, mind and thoughts, understand how you think, and what you want. Then play out every step until the outcome. Im a mastermind! I do this, this is my profession, my life and my style. My brain is controlled by fast and multiphasted mercury, which never sits still. My thoughts, ideas, fears, problems, challenges, battles play in my head 24/7!. Im probably the most or i am the top materialistic sign! Well my cuz taurus close but they move to slow, and get stuck in only what pleasures them and what they love. Im on the go, and work hard, smarter, and more proficient obtaining it. Plus i like to look good, put together dont we all? Yes i love and give my helping hands to those who need it. I can serve you, feed you, help you, be there for you, listen to you.

But when you think you using me, undermining my intelligence and time! Then im the last sign other than scorp! Smh. To use my energy kindnesses for weakness or dumbness. Yes i love to micromanage, well we can do this on other people's lifes! I guess we can see the good, bad, downfall, grey area, success and flaws in everything and everyone. Yes we can be negative nancy! Well dont come to us with your problems and expect us to solve it but not point out facts or expose the obvious. Well it may be obvious for us! We are the human scalpel, we dissect every word, idea, thought, motive, and decision. Cant sleep, brain is hardwired! What's my next move! I need to work, i need to feel useful, why cant you just keep the kitchen clean! You dont see that stain on your collar! Whats that in your teeth while you trying to kiss me!. Is she clean? Really its going rain when i decided to where my all white shoes! You really going not wash your hands and try to touch me. If i do this first, then take care of this while handing this, i will have 36 minutes to get clothes ready. Your total is $450 sir! Hold up the sign says 30% off before 5pm, its 4:59pm, still 1 min left! Give me my space! My brain is my safe haven, no people, no movement, no nothing! Brain feels like professor X. Do i really want to eat salmon tonight, idk, maybe chickepeas with salad, had that last 2 nights. Pizza! Damn i cant i know cheese fucks with my stomach! I guess i dont eat! 45 more push-ups, 300 more legs extensions yes im focusing on the worlds best body ever! No flaws or weaknesses anywhere. Im not watching that movie i already know who is the killer, what's the plot, and how it ends. Im about to do some word play, or mental math, add up everyones addresses and reduce them while driving down street. I hate being nervous or having anxiety, began to eat wrong foods, maybe not eat, brain seclusion, project every lil bad detail and create a world of hell! Stomach and nerve system shut down. Body doesn't function correctly. Can i remove my brain for 1 min to think without my brain! Smh

[ale-nose]

“He doesn’t have time for me anymore” Pt.2

Quackity x fem!reader.

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masterlist:

I read that message 100 times already. Is this a dream? a mistake? what does he want? My heart started to race. I was sweaty. I answered it. Worst mistake?

Y/N:

uhm sure? what’s up?

Alexis💕:

i’m sorry. Y/N im truly sorry on how i treated you for the past 8 months. I’m such an idiot on leaving you and saying all those things to you. I know how bad i truly hurt you. I’m sorry baby.Lets start over again? i want to give us a chance again. please i want to gain your trust again. Please y/n baby i love you i miss you

Y/N

I have to think about that because i’m not sure if i want to give us a chance again. Plus if you gain my trust again, you’re going to break it again. I know you Alexis. I know how you are. I know how you move. I’m sorry but i have to think about it.

*read 3:45 pm*

Alexis POV:

Ever since me and y/n broke up. I realized how bad i needed her in my life. All the work for the QSMP had been finished. I decided to fly out to where Y/N was staying. I had time to actually get out of my office. I missed Y/N. I tried giving dating a chance again. It didn’t work. The last girl only wanted money. I decided to text her again… My heart skipped a beat when she responded.I realized that she didn’t want to be with me anymore…

Alexis:

Let’s meet for coffee?

Y/N:

sure i guess so? Marias bakery?

Alexis:

yea

Y/N:

I’ll be there in 16 mins

Alexis:

Okay

——

Y/N POV:

Me and Alexis met at Maria’s bakery. The bakery we would always hang out before we started dating. We talked about the whole break up situation, boundaries, all that stuff. I wanted him to apologize correctly. I still wanted to be with him. A part of me wanted to be with him but the other wants me to leave him… Me and Alex stayed as friends... He was walking me back to my parents house. I missed this. I missed him. I missed his scent. I missed his smile. I missed his laugh. His eyes. everything about him. He stops. “what happened” i say?. He leans in for a kiss. I missed this part as well. I give in. I kissed back. One kiss went into another then another. We both pulled away gasping for air.

“i missed you y/n”- he says. “i missed you as well”- i say. “i love you a lot y/n”- he says while looking at my eyes while pushing my hair behind my ear. “i love you a lot Alex, i missed you a lot, and i mean a lot mi amor”- i say. Our foreheads started touching each others. I couldn’t be mad at him anymore. I just couldn’t. I lean in again. His hand started to go around my waist pulling me closer while my arms wrapped around his neck.

[fruit-snacks]

ok here’s my thoughts about the wwdits finale no one asked for, obviously spoilers ahead!!

i thought it was pretty decent although not perfect. season 6 hasn’t been the best and the finale is reflective of that. i liked that they hammered in the point about the vampires never really changing, which has definitely been a reoccurring theme at the end of each season (especially season 4 and 5). i also liked the hypnosis bits, it seemed very in character for the vampires to want to hypnosis their way out of the finale. this is a sitcom first and foremost, it doesn’t have to be that serious.

however i think there were way too many unresolved plot lines. i think wwdits could have benefited from a 45 min-1 hr long finale. it yet again suffers from its, generously put, lack of attention towards female characters. the guide maga thing was a lame joke at best and her character could have definitely been developed more. and other people have said it better than me but it’s a shame that it’s specifically the women characters that, despite being explicitly queer, are never allowed to show that throughout the show. i really wish we had gotten to see more of laszlo and nadja’s relationship too, they had a few sweet moments but i wish there were more. also wish they had followed up on the lazslo-freaking-out-about-sean-dying thing. and colin!!! really would have been cool to see him watch the s4 footage or something. all in all there were just so many things that could have been explored more that they didn’t.

on the other other hand, bc the crew packs up seemingly in the middle of something happening maybe the unresolved plotlines fit to the nature of the show. the cameras don’t show everything, and maybe being constantly filmed hindered some development (guillermo’s comment definitely alludes to this).

anyways idk these are my completely unsolicited thoughts and may or may not make sense. i think id give the finale a solid 6.5/10. not the worst but room for improvement.

[curiosity-killed]

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this is entirely just

hold on why do the brackets not line up??? wtf 😭

anyway.

this is entirely just me griping but my mom retired a couple of years ago and over this last year has just like...turned into the World's Worst Putzer. like i truly don't know what she does all day except for spend too much time on facebook, which is...not ideal...but her choice EXCEPT that she constantly whines about how busy she is when like ma'am you are retired!! and have no social life and don't do any hobbies!!!! and my sister and i both A) work pretty intensive jobs and B) actually do shit outside of our 40+ hr/week job. and then my mom! has the fucking audacity!!!! to compare how """"busy""" she is with like. for example. me working 40-50 hr weeks + teaching dance + dancing myself + having a social life + art + other hobbies.

which comes down to today where one of my xmas presents was counter stools but (per usual) my mom was like "you pick what you want and then we'll order them!" (even though i had sent options. anyway.) and so i took like 45 min to look at a shit ton of options and then sent her the ones I want and then SHE decided to start sending alternatives while I was like "i would like the ones I selected pls" (it's not a price thing on this) and THEN when I said I had already looked at the sites she recommended (and more) this! woman!!! is like "Wow you've been busy!" like MA'AM!!! not all of us have 8 hours a day to fuck around looking at furniture!!!! some of us need to be able to make decisions!!! ALSO it's fucking COUNTER STOOLS. it is not a decision that merits more than an hour's work!!!

[simon-like-the-chipmunk]

Just had a 45 min talk (intellectual conversation for me, heated argument for him) with my father (worst male specimen you could possibly come up with) about minimum wage (and the subsequent commentary on the socio-economic state of the world and the devaluing of human life) (he's well off and his own boss) (I get paid $12/hr and am regularly verbally and physically harassed at work, have to clean up literal shit, and constantly made to do things im *pretty* sure are illegal) and eventually got him to agree to disagree (he tapped out) (completely gave up) (recognized the fact that he couldn't change my opinion) because the conversation wasn't going anywhere (i was right and he knew it) (he couldn't disagree with me because that would make him a bad person and he's a narcissist so that can't happen) (I quoted multiple bible verses on his ass) (human beings have intrinsic value that can't be refuted or manipulated) (anyone putting value into the world and performing reasonably necessary work deserves to survive off of that work) (jesus was a colored radical socialist that was friends of the sick, the sinful, and their struggles) (I backed him into a corner and brandished the religion he forced down my throat as the metaphorical knife I held against his own) (i am what you made me, bitch), I love being totally awesome and hot and correct all the time.

[bearlytolerant]

makathi - all of th-- ugh fine, just 12, 33, 45, 48, 66, 71, 77, and 82 (totally fine to answer any of these just for makon if you prefer, btw)

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Thank you friend! Phew! You chose tough and painful ones! But I appreciate them. Two…I had no idea what Athi would say so you can fill me in on that lmao

12. What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered?

Makon: Acknowledges my existence.

Athi: Maybe at first but we both know that’s a lie now.

33. Which one of them gives "that look" when the other is acting like a fool?

Makon: What is—

Athi: Hands down. It’s Makon.

Makon: *gives her that look*

45. What's the worst thing the other can say to one?

Athi: “I’m driving.”

Makon: “I am dying.”

Athi: Well that took a turn.

Makon: *gives her that look again*

48. If they ever had less that 5 mins to tell their S/O something before never seeing them again, what would they say?

Makon: I refuse to acknowledge this thought and therefore cannot provide you with an answer to such a hypothetical question.

Athi: Not even a goodbye?

Makon: Goodbyes have never been my strength.

66. Have they ever been caught in the act? What would be their reaction if they were?

Makon: What act? Thieving? I do not— *leans over to listen to Athi whisper* Oh—an act of intimacy, I see. Only by the eyes of nature and my reaction was of pure ecstasy as I relished in Athi’s satiation.

Athi: Well, there was that one time at the apartment and Sera walked in—

Makon: Mmm yes, and the reactions all belonged to her if I recall correctly.

71. If someone were to insult their S/O, how would the other handle it?

Makon: Call them a fool and turn away, reassuring Athi that she is nothing like whatever insult is thrown her way.

77. What is something they would never forgive the other one for doing/saying?

Makon: Forcing the relationship out of obligation in an attempt to spare my feelings. I will always want Athi to pursue her happiness and to never be held back by me.

82. Make their relationship into a list of A03 tags.

Fluff, friends to lovers, smut, slice of life, (I know I’m missing more but I’m bad at ao3 tags I’ll be honest)