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[tinkrbell]

"i'm only going to say this once: you're a fucking idiot." carter was at his limit with the niceties. he wasn't a very nice person to begin with, but when it came to them, he typically had all the patience in the world. / @fcxglove

[sacredkncwledge]

@frcmedcn​

“Nuh uh, nope, We’re not talking about it.” Cathy was sure she’d hidden those polaroids deep in her closet, never to see the light of day again. She set her glass aside, moving towards them and reaching out to grab the stack of photos. “Give those back to me.”

[eyes-blazing]

Welcome||Madison!rp

@mxgneticperscnality

"...Aren't you like a wanted terrorist or something?"

[ghoclish]

✧   𓂅   closed   for   @edensran   .

silence   wasn't   a   good   fit   on   him   .   leo   always   knew   the   right   thing   to   say   .   most   called   it   a   white   lighter   ability   others   named   it   compassion   ,   but   in   front   of   lilith   it   was   rendered   useless   .   he   couldn't   find   anything   to   say   ;   could   only   stand   with   his   hands   in   his   pockets   and   his   eyes   on   her   .   his   head   tilting   to   the   side   when   he   finally   did   speak   ,   “   every   time   i   see   you   i   just   feel   more   alone   .   ”   he'd   be   alone   for   years   .   the   loneliness   was   his   only   companion   as   he   travelled   from   place   to   place   ,   helping   witch   after   witch   .   yet   ,   it   wasn't   the   dark   of   an   empty   hotel   room   that   solicited   a   feeling   of   detachment   from   the   world   around   him   .   it   was   looking   at   lilith   .   “   why   is   that   ?   ”

[lostrnkets]

closed starter for @wormful ft. elijah based off the plot in the source

it was often in his line of work that he had to deal with a few bruises after following a lead but it didn't normally end with him looking this rough. he had numerous cuts and bruises along his body, including the black eye that was slowly forming. "so, tell me. am i still hot with this black eye?" he teased as an attempt to lighten the mood.

[solarisligatus]

The city was rather new to Doll. Every building and landmark something they never thought they'd live to see. It felt like it had been a very long time since they'd gotten to explore like this. Even if it really hadn't, they merely didn't know any better. Had no real memory of their time before now.

And it would be on this little adventure that he came across a cafe. The inside seeming so inviting to someone who remembered so little about how the world worked. And so in they would go, looking around curiously as those sea green eyes landed on one of the servers. Head tilting slightly as they raised a hand in an attempt at a greeting.

"Excuse me-? Can I ask what...this place is exactly?"

@devildukem

[warsinmyhead]

CLOSED for @r3dblccd

[ SMS: ??? ] Sorry bout Mum. [ SMS: ??? ] She's overbearing cause I wandered off once during a school trip and she pulled the fire alarm in a panic. [ SMS: ??? ] Police weren't happy with her.

[thoroughfvre]

" i feel good about who i am when i'm with you . i think that you make me better . "

[monty-glasses-roxy]

i guess roxy being a pyromaniac has its perks, she keeps the pizzaplex up to date on building fire safety (like making sure the sprinkler systems and smoke alarms work properly)

Yup! The fire systems in the Raceway in particular are state of the art! Truly, the height of fire fighting technology!

All thanks to one wolf animatronic that really loves arson!

[daedaluscried]

@immorals​

“ Well... “ Behind a pale veil - intended partially to obscure facial figures, but also for the general aesthetic - a young woman smiled softly, “ I suppose this meeting comes with purpose? Or I should hope so. But I’m afraid my brother did not tell me of it before he went on his hunting party. Would you care to tell me more? “

[butleroftoast]

[Under the read more: rant about work which got out of hand. My apologies, ignore me.]

Background: work has been absolutely exhausting lately. I haven’t had a lunchbreak in several weeks because it’s been too busy, I’m coming in early and leaving late (mostly unpaid), we’ve had extra stuff going on on top of already relentless days, and on the rare chance I get a day off I am literally so tired I’m shaking and unable to do much. The stress is making me actually, physically ill. I convinced senior management to let us have an extra person for the festive period but it was like pulling teeth, and is still barely enough. Managing my section on top of this is nigh-on impossible because I do not have time to do anything, let alone admin, but I’m giving it my best.

There’s a special event happening today which requires us to close early and help out with something new. It’s totally unnecessary and used to be held elsewhere on-site (which didn’t require shutting down a whole section), but whatever, we’re flexible, we’re game, we’ll do it (also we don’t have a choice because senior management made the decision without discussing it with us, as usual).

Despite not having enough time to feed myself, let alone talk to colleagues, I’ve passed on all the information I can to my team, bearing in mind that we’ve never done this before. I’ve given said information verbally multiple times and also in writing. My team know they can always message me if they have further questions. The final thing I did on my last shift was leave a prominent message explaining what was going to happen, who was going where, and what they would be doing there. I was so tired I could barely lift the pen, but I knew if I didn’t do it someone would moan about not being told anything.

This morning - one of those rare days off for me - I was woken up by a message from (who else) X, warning me that senior management was about to phone. Apparently they asked X what was happening, and X told them they had no idea what was going on today and hadn’t heard anything from me.

Senior management are now of the opinion that I’ve got zero communication and organisational skills. My one saving grace is that I do have the written proof of telling X what was happening, but by my next shift senior management will have assumed I’m incompetent and lost interest, because it never occurs to them to support or encourage their staff. All they ever do is criticise and then move on.

(Tangent: way back in the spring, we had a review of my start as a supervisor. With absolutely no training, I’d brought my section back after an entire year of being closed due to covid and losing all of our experienced staff. “How do you think it’s gone, Tozby?” “I think we’ve done reasonably well, considering the problems we’ve faced, and all of the new staff are working really hard.” “I disagree.” Why did management disagree? Because I hadn’t put a fruit bowl on the counter, and one morning three weeks prior we were so busy that senior management had to wait for their coffee while we served customers (senior management don’t allow us a coffee break, by the way).)

I am so tired. I am tired of this field, I am tired of X’s bullshit, and I am tired physically. Every time my phone pings I want to throw it at a wall, because it’s always, always, X starting drama over nothing. I would quit, but I need money and what else can I do? My only qualifications are in the arts, my only experience is in this work I’m so burnt out by, my mental health is atrocious, and there are no job opportunities in my area.

Anyway. Merry Christmas.

Yours sincerely, Someone in the Retail, Hospitality and Catering Sector

[desirespeaks]

@mieczlw​​ sent a sentence starter ( accepting. )

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜ / throw anyone you want at him!

“ ‘course not, ” the alpha replied.  “ i was actually going to ask if you wanted to stay over anyway... ”

[latestghosts]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ closed starter for @emeraldhazes based on stay by post malone.

it wasn't unusual to find isaac at a party mingling with everybody. he was a social being and there was something about a party that brought out the best of him. he spoke with people he'd never met -- yet in front of him was the one person he found himself talk to more and more, even outside of social gatherings. it was a little out of his comfort zone, but he was enjoying getting to know them and trying to keep an open mind. "we gotta stop running into each other like this," he quipped, a smirk on his features and a red solo cup in his hand. "if i didn't know better, i'd say you were following me."

[medicinemane]

Sometimes you have something that you could say, that you think about saying, that you more or less know how you'd phrase it... but it's just not fucking worth it cause you know for a fact that people don't fucking listen

I don't know, I try to stay... if not optimistic then at least with a mind set of "doesn't matter, we've got no choice but to try and make things better"

Truthfully though I think I'm extremely pessimistic when it comes to the chances of anyone actually listening to what I say

I'm not sure if I'm just bad with words but... it seems impossible to convey even simple thoughts to people so... truthfully I've more or less given up and have just stopped trying. Especially if I don't at least know people well

So there it is

[ayoungeststark]

If there was one thing Logan simply hated, it was fighting with Morgan. He tried to be a good brother, he loved his little sister more than anything in the world. However, she still pissed him off sometimes, either by doing something that annoyed him when he wasn't in a good mood or something like that. Normal siblings behavior, he knew, but he hated it anyway.

An hour had passed since their most recent fight, and Logan thought it was time to go sort it out. She was too quiet, and he didn't like that. He gently knocked on his sister's bedroom door and waited a few seconds before opening it. “Hey—can I come in ?”

@leschanceux ❤'d for a starter !

[stardustedstories]

@draconisa / @divinecounsel clicked the ❤️ for a starter!

It has been some time since Kratos had desecrated the temple of Athena, since the oracle had cursed him to forever wear the ashes of his wife and daughter in his very skin, since he had broken his vow to Ares. He had been serving the gods since then, trying to win their forgiveness, so that they would absolve him of his broken oath, and perhaps take away the nightmares that plagued him practically every time he closed his eyes to sleep.

Those nightmares are the reason he's currently awake, staring up at a statue of Athena, outside one of her numerous temples in the city that bears her name. Being a Spartan, he is not often in Athens, but he ventured there when the gods bid him to do so.

He's on one such mission now, waiting for the morning, when he'll make his way to his ship, to carry out the gods' bidding. But for now, he stares up at the statue, knowing that that is likely all it is, but wondering if the goddess herself will tell him more about the plans the gods have for him.