#literally after i finished showing it to all my coworkers who i know are also scared about trump (we all talked about it yesterday on our

[wolfwarrior142]

So while walking into work from the parking lot today, the same short like 30 second walk I do everyday, I happened to find this sticker on the ground against the building. Just chilling, perfectly clean.

On today. Of all days. And I know it wasn't there yesterday because I walk by that spot multiple times a day throughout the day. But today, of all days, it happened to be on the ground. In a place that's really only walked by those of us who work in the clinic.

The universe knew. It just knew. How apt for today of all damn days. Would have picked it up regardless of what day I found it and dunno how it got there, but I especially needed this today.

And yes I immediately put it on my clipboard I use all day at work. It goes very well with my bruh. sticker I got months ago.

[fruitlicense]

I think I’ve figured out my favorite chemistry for the DC Trinity, as follows:

Superman and Wonder Woman are the kind of friends who treat each other like siblings, but they 100% mean it. They laugh, they hug, they get at least one meal together every week, they occasionally finish each other’s sentences, and when they’re in the same room you can tell they genuinely like each other. They know each other like siblings, too - one won’t know every detail about the other, but they can pull out years-old esoteric stories that no one else had any idea even happened, and they each have a keen sense of who the other is deep down. Clark and Diana know each other’s dreams, fears, and morals, and that trust is visible. The only thing that tells you they’re not actually related is that when they disagree, they argue like well-adjusted adults, without any psychological manipulation or maiming. Sparring is a bonding activity for them, not a way to express anger.

Wonder Woman and Batman have a bond that is entirely platonic but mind-bogglingly deep. They should have the kind of relationship where it’s perfectly normal for them to shower together after a mission and discuss what the Justice League’s next steps should be, but if you point out that it’s kind of weird for them to share a showerhead and a shampoo bottle they’ll act like you’re weird for pointing it out. Bruce is washing blood and concrete dust out of Diana’s hair. There are no sexual or romantic vibes whatsoever. They’re at a level where it’s almost like they’re two halves of the same mind, like if they got into some crazy magic mishap where they were sharing a body it would move like a well-oiled machine. Even when they disagree or argue it seems like a single entity having an internal battle. They have crazy trust, like knowing-every-corner-of-the-other’s-brain trust, to the point that the greatest way to show their affection to each other is allowing each other their secrets. Bruce doesn’t pry past Diana’s hard lines and she knows when to stop pushing him, and those boundaries are honored because literally all the others are gone.

Batman and Superman, however, have inexplicable vibes. At a glance they act like coworkers, or like good friends, but if you look longer than thirty seconds there’s something between them that’s tangible enough to cut - it’s also weirdly horny and literally no one else wants to get involved with it. You could walk into a room where Clark was making coffee and Bruce was doing paperwork and they weren’t talking to or looking at each other and you would feel like you were intruding on their marriage bed. They keep up the same level of professionalism with each other that they do with the rest of the Justice League but they might as well not fucking bother, because somehow it still seems like they’re incapable of not broadcasting that they want each other carnally. They also have a deep level of trust, but it’s not familial or platonic. It’s more like the kind you have with someone you’re so deeply in love with that you can’t fathom not sharing your entire self with them. The world could end in burning flames and they’d survive it without going insane as long as they had each other. No one is actually sure if they’ve ever acted on these feelings, or if they’re even aware that they have them.

All three of them would burn the world down for each other, obviously, so it’s a damn good thing they’re saving it instead.

[anton-luvr]

Hi, how have you been? I love your blog and the way you write!💖 I have a request to make, if you're comfortable with that... How would Riize react when you think they are cheating on you, but in reality it's all a misunderstanding, and they're just too busy. (English is not my first language so I'm sorry if this is a little confusing!)

# WHEN YOU THINK THEY'RE CHEATING ON YOU ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | angst | bf au ⚝ note ; im kinda busy, but im doing good!! thank you so much ily :( and don't worry abt it i understood your req perfectly!! thank u for requesting, i hope u like it <3

# SHOTARO. - for the first time ever, shotaro doesn't smile. he can only sit in silent shock while he processes your words, and the first thing he can think of to do is to hug you. holds you tight as he whispers apologies over and over again, feeling terrible that he made you think that he was cheating on you. reassures you gently that he would never, and promises that once he gets a rest day, he'll spend all his free time with you.

# EUNSEOK. - eunseok isn't one who usually shows his emotions, but pain and guilt is so evident on his face after hearing what you said. he had no idea that you were feeling this way from how busy he's been these days, and he feels awful about it. tells you that he's sorry while wiping your tears away, and he swears to himself to start treating you with more love and care from that day onwards, starting from right now.

# SUNGCHAN. - he hates himself for making you think that he was cheating on you. calls up his boss immediately with the fakest cough and sneezes, lying without batting an eye about how he was 'terribly sick' and needed 'at least two days off' to 'recover'. he spends those two days with you, never once leaving your side as he takes you out to all your favorite places and showers you with love and compliments.

# WONBIN. - even though he immediately reassures you that he's not cheating on you and spends the night with you in his arms, he still feels so bad. life still goes on as usual for the both of you the next day, him busy at work while you were busy with yours. but just to make it up to you, wonbin has a bouquet sent right up into your office - a bouquet of a hundred and one roses, reminding you that you're his one and only lover.

# SEUNGHAN. - he understands how you feel and why'd you think that way, so other than seunghan promising that he'll try to spend more time with you, he also lets you voice out your worries in detail. he listens with full attention, nodding when you mention how you didn't like one of his female coworkers because she seemed so close with your boyfriend. and right after the words have left your lips, seunghan slips out his phone and blocks her on everything, right in front of you. he wants you to rest assured knowing that he couldn't care less for anyone else in this world other than you.

# SOHEE. - sohee has not and would never cheat on you. he loves you too much for that. he tells you just that as he gently kisses away your tears, holding you tightly in his arms for the rest of the night. he feels horrible for making you feel insecure in your relationship, so he makes sure to shower you in extra affection for the next few days. breakfasts in bed, long kisses before he leaves for work, and constant updates with photos about his day to you.

# ANTON. - his heart literally shatters into pieces. he can't help but cry too, because how could he make the love of his life feel this way? he apologizes to you through sniffles and sobs, promising you that he'd never cheat on you. tries his best to finish up his work faster the next day so he can come straight home to you and into your arms.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

9-1-1 Masterlist

Oh gee finally a place I can keep these! Thank you to my bestest most amazing friend in the whole world for making these headers for me i literally actually literally could not do it without you

Two of a kind

Buck can’t stop thinking about his coworker, so he does what every guy at 3am does on a 24 hour shift!! He sneaks out to his car to get off. But it turns out, certain coworkers (that might possibly be the love of his life) have the exact same idea!

Fairest of Them All:

The party downstairs rages on as Buck decides to do something about the pretty little thing he’s been staring at all night

Clothing Optional:

I can’t. I can’t keep writing summaries. I’ve done 2

After a stupid work shift, in the stupid heat, Buck just wants to enjoy a sweet little sundae, fortunately it comes with a side of dat ass (I’m not sorry)

That Should Be Me:

Buck has never ever been jealous ever a single damn day in his life

Gamer Girl

Buck thinks you’re so, so pretty. You’d looked even prettier with your thighs around his head

Now You See Me:

✨Mirror sex✨

Sleepy Hollow, 1999

Scream, 1996

The Exorcist, 1973

The Shining, 1990

Grease Lightning

The Polar Express, 2004

Growing Pains:

Everything is all wonderful and cool and dandy until you nearly die from your appendix!!

(I KNOW. THERE IS. AN AMBULANCE.)

Cry To Me:

Eddie loves when you’re crying during sex, nothing turns him on more… except when those tears are very very real and he’s very very worried

10 Things I Hate About You:

You guys freaking h a t e each other… or do you? Wink wink wink wink enemies to lovers wink

I Spy:

Eddie is the sweetest neighbor in the entire world… who knows where you work

Better Than Revenge:

You and Eddie get locked into a closet at your job after an accident, it also turns out your now EX boyfriend is a cheating asshole! Eddie has absolutely no problem filling in for the revenge role

Front Row:

Why do firehouses have to work f o r e v e r. Eddie needs a freaking shower and to pass out for the next six years on an overnight shift. It turns out someone has the same idea, and possibly another idea on how to left off some steam

Yeti Point:

Eddie finally takes you on that skiing vacation you’ve been begging him for and it’s going great! Until you get snowed in. But that’s okay, Eddie has a secret plan to keep you both warm

Slow and Steady:

Buck helps Eddie into the house, holding him up as you frantically get the bed ready for your injured boyfriend. Turns out, pain killers make Eddie horny!

(Hahahahahaha)

Encanto:

Dad!Eddie x Daughter!reader

Nightmares never get easier no matter how old you get. Especially ones where your father dies

Smoke Dector:

Eddie always has to be the hero, okay not really but it’s hard when you see your boyfriend running into a burning building for the first time

One Puff Or Two:

Take your freaking inhaler Eddie 🔪🔪🔪

Into The Fire:

(PTSD WARNING, PANIC ATTACK WARNING)

You’ve been on edge lately, and Eddie knows there’s something up. One night things come to a head when you have a nightmare about what happened and Eddie wakes up to a very bad situation

Night Changes:

Eddie comforts you after a bad nightmare about him dying over and over in different ways (based off of 5.14)

Busy Bees:

Two words ✨Sex Pollen✨

Soup or Salad?

✨I’ll freaking summarize this later✨

Sink or Swim

I Was Made For Lovin’ You

Halloween, 1978

It, 1990

Die Hard, 1988

A Rose by any Other Name

This is one of the funniest titles I've ever made up. Buck finds your simple collection of toys and shows them to Eddie... and now they want you to put on a little show for them

Finish Line:

A little game of "whoever cums first loses"

Twice Bitten:

Double Penetration from my kinktober list!

Alexander Hamilton:

Buck can't stop having feelings for Eddie's girlfriend... but what if that's okay?

Captured, With Love

[fuck-customers]

Fuckery with phones: An ongoing series

-The phone ringing then IMMEDIATELY stopping before it can even finish its first ring tone. There's usually no caller ID and when there is it just says 'ringing'. So, not a caller ID. There's no number that shows up either. This is a daily occurrence.

-One day I checked the Voice MailBox to come back to NINETY-NINE BLANK VOICEMAILS all in a few seconds of length over the course of 2 hours. What in the actual fuck. How do you fuck up that badly. It stopped at 99 cause it filled the VMbox up and wouldn't accept anymore otherwise I'm sure it would have went on.

-The shop cell phone, used only for calling coworkers, used in function what would be a Walkie-Talkie but we don't have those, being bombarded with 'Spam Likely' calls 2 certain days. Only the shop cell phone, not the main landlines. Also, it's clearly not a customer who may have had that number, because all the calls show up as Spam Likely and all come from different phone numbers. The phone doesn't automatically just not ring when it is a spam like most newer phones do, thou when I go back to work I'm gonna mess with it to see if it's some sort of setting I can turn on. Pray for me that it is.

-Someone spoofing the children's hospital caller ID and it ended up being a scam caller about some bullshit.

-A robo call that purposely waits and does the confused 'hello?' thing after hearing a voice, waiting in silence then me confused says 'hello?' cause it sounds like no one's there. Then the robo says it's confused hello, I say hello again then it does it's robo speel. One time I asked it if it was a robo and it said 'while my voice may sound robotic-' I immediately hung up. But it keeps calling and I can't block calls with either landline the shop has so I'm stuck wasting my time with robo calls.

Also I can't hang up after I don't hear a response cause for some stupid reason customers don't pay attention when I say 'Good *time greeting* *business name*' then they go 'huh?' cause they weren't paying attention or ask what the business name is even thou I LITERALLY JUST SAID IT. Fuckin pay attention my god you made the call why are you surprised when I say the business name you're calling?

Anyway feel free to add your own stories, I know (hope) some other people out there have had their fair share of phone fuckery too.

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[reidsrambles]

Part 1: New Year's Eve

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Description: My only New Year's Eve plan is to help my best friend Penelope entertain her many party guests. When I find myself alone with her coworker, Spencer (who I've had a crush on for ages), it seems that my New Year's might turn out different than I had planned.

(Content/Warnings below the cut)

Content/Warnings: [18+ MDNI] smut, protected (condom) PiV sex, oral sex (F receiving), brief mention of being drunk or high in the past

A/N: This fic is part 1 of a duo. Part 2: New Year's Day is in the works, and will hopefully be posted on time! I came up with this idea literally yesterday, and I've been writing like a madman since then, so edits might be made to this one after posting. I'm posting it right before midnight my time! Credit to @saradika-graphics for the divider graphics, including the one I cropped below.

Names used: Baby

Words (this chapter): 2,025

Words (total): 5,759

Penelope has always thrown stellar parties, but this one might be her largest to date. I can hear the music streaming from her apartment all the way down the hall. I sift through the keys on my keyring to find the one I need: my copy of her house key.

Streamers, balloons, and shimmery garlands cover the walls of Penelope’s apartment. There are somehow more guests than I’d expected. Penelope tends to make friends wherever she goes. Still, I didn’t expect for what seems to be everyone she knows to be free tonight. Many guests don party hats. Some are also wearing those silly New Year’s glasses with lenses in the shape of numbers. Not even two steps in the door, and I jump as someone prematurely blows a noisemaker.

Different dishes that partygoers have brought cover every inch of Penelope’s kitchen island. A potluck of appetizers and various salads, from the leafy green kind to the macaroni or potato variety. I squeeze around the guests loitering in her kitchen, leaning against the counter, probably because there’s nowhere to sit. Inside her fridge, it’s like playing Jenga, trying to find a spot to shove the champagne bottles I bought. 

Penelope’s dazzling emerald dress sticks out in the sea of black and metallic fits. Nobody can upstage the hostess, dare they try. I wrap my best friend in a hug from behind and she reflexively smacks my arm before realizing it’s me.

“Oh, my god!” she shrieks. She looks annoyed, rolling her eyes, but my behavior has garnered chuckles from the group she’s chatting with. Two knitting club friends. “Look who finally showed up! She conveniently had to work all day while I finished setting up.” 

I was here on Sunday doing all the decorating grunt work, but I choose to not argue the semantics. I’ll let her have the upper hand. Consider it an apology for the jump scare, Penelope.

“It’s not my fault that New Year’s Eve isn’t a holiday, and I, like most people, work a Monday-to-Friday, nine-to-five. You are aware of that, right?”

Penelope pecks my cheek before swiping at it with her thumb to wipe her bright red lipstick off. I ask her if she needs help with anything, as a good best friend to the hostess does, but predictably, she’s on top of everything. 

I make my rounds, catching up with the many people I already know and greeting those I haven’t met. “Hi! I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting yet! I’m Penelope’s best friend.” 

Hours pass, filled with stories of so-and-so’s new baby or graduation or other meaningful milestone. Then there are the few party games I’m roped into. On the plus side, every time I loop back around past the kitchen, I pick at the hors d'oeuvres. After work, I picked up the champagne, and then came straight here. The finger foods will suffice as dinner, I suppose.

From the spot I’ve claimed as my own against the wall, I watch my best friend, with her seemingly infinite social battery, open the door and gleefully welcome a couple I’ve never seen. How are people still showing up!? 

With a quick flick of the wrist, I glance at my watch. Still two hours to midnight. Ugh, shit.

I push myself off the wall and snake my way through the field of bodies, metaphorical white flag a-waving. 

“Pen, I know we’re getting closer to midnight, but I need to go take a nap or something. I’m absolutely drained. Just let me recharge for a few, and then I’ll be back out here. Promise.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Penelope says, guiding me a mere two feet to the side—all the crowd will allow. “I’ve seen you chatting it up all night. You know you don’t have to do that, my love. I’ve had the bedrooms locked, but Spencer was feeling a bit overwhelmed, so I let him into the guest bedroom if you want to join him in there.” She’s sincere, but teasing, gently bumping my shoulder with hers. Her innuendo is far from lost on me.

Huh, yeah. Spencer’s  the only one on her team, besides Aaron Hotchner, who I haven’t already bumped into tonight. Hotch is probably at home with the family. Where has Spencer been all night? He is usually a bit of a wallflower whenever he does show up to parties. Being friends with Penelope since childhood and moving out to D.C. with her, I’ve gotten to know everyone she’s close with, especially her coworkers. I’ve had a teensy-weensy crush on Spencer Reid since I first met him, not long after I moved out here, and Penelope’s teased me about it ever since. 

I pull my lips tight and nod. “Yeah, I think I can manage that.”

Yes, I’ve gotten to know Spencer quite a bit over the years, which has not helped ease my crush, but there’s no way he thinks of me as anything more than a friend. He probably just thinks of me as a friend-of-a-friend or as an acquaintance. Even worse… 

It’s kind of become a cycle. I start seeing someone or get into a whole relationship, and then I don’t have to think about Spencer at all, which is great. But, when I inevitably become single again and Penelope mentions his name, the longing starts all over again.

It’s just a crush, though. Everyone has crushes. And most people don’t act on these types of crushes. Why would I put Penelope in the middle of that?

The hall where Penelope’s bedroom, the guest bedroom, and a bathroom are is already much quieter than the rest of her house. All the noise is coming from behind me. The quiet is calling to me like a siren’s song; hopefully just luring me into a 20-minute catnap, if I’m lucky.

I gently tap my knuckles against the guest bedroom door twice before opening it. Only the nightstand lamps are on, and this cozy, warm room feels like escaping to actual Heaven right now. Spencer is sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” I ask, my heart rate ramping up instead of slowing down. 

“[Y/N], hey! Of course. Did Penelope tell you I was hiding away in here?”

I close the door behind me, and the roar of the party dies down to a rumble. “Well, I told her that I needed to get away from the crowd for a little bit, maybe take a nap or something, and she said she had just let you in here. My social battery died like, an hour ago.”

I join Spencer on the edge of the bed, keeping a respectable amount of distance. 

“I’m not much of a party person if you haven’t already figured that out,” he says.

“I don’t think I am either, honestly. Well, not anymore, at least. I was a little bit of a partier when I went off to college. But as I’m sure you could guess, me and Penelope weren’t really a part of the ‘in’ crowd as teenagers.”

“Is college the only time you and Penelope weren’t attached at the hip?”

“Yeah,” I laugh. “Basically. Right before I sent off my college applications, we had gotten into a fight over something stupid. It was so stupid, that neither of us can remember what it was over. But, instead of applying to CalTech with her, I applied to a couple schools I knew she wasn’t applying to. I ended up getting accepted to Georgia Tech. Literally, the other side of the country. I think that I had it in my head that I was going to show her that she’d miss me.”

“And then you guys made up?”

“We literally made up two days after I sent off my applications, yeah,” I nod, my story earning a laugh from Spencer.

“I can’t believe I haven’t heard that story before.”

Another rogue noisemaker is sounded, muffled by the wall between us and the chaos, but it’s enough of a surprise to startle both of us.

“Sorry,” he says, “I should’ve asked. Did you want the room to yourself? I don’t mind if you need me to step out.”

“Oh, no. I’m completely fine. If I wanted to be alone, I could’ve just gone to Penelope’s room. It’s not like you’re a stranger or anything. As long as you don’t mind if I accidentally pass out.”

I sit up and round the bed to the far side, and when I slip under the sheets, I regret my choice of a black skirt and tights for tonight. Spencer sits on top of the sheets on the other side.

“I really wish I hadn’t left my book out in the living room,” he jokes. 

“So, you’re saying I don’t get a bedtime story?”

I try, as discreetly as I can, to slip my tights off under the sheets. Every time I adjust my position, I tug them down a little bit more.

“If you want me to read to you, I can,” he says.

Got ‘em down to my knees.

“I forgot about that whole memory thing,” I laugh. “What’s that called, again?”

“I have an eidetic memory. It’s primarily for things I’ve read, though.”

So close.

“I mean, you definitely don’t have to, but if wanted to read me something, it would be really helpful to mask the noise.”

Yes! Finally. I’m freeee.

I kick my tights off my feet under the covers (a problem for me to deal with later, when I’m more awake) and I can breathe a sigh of comfort at last.

Spencer begins to speak, but I cut him off.

“Sorry. Just don’t let me sleep more than 20 minutes. I’m aiming for 15, even. I should be out like a light. I’m a good napper. Gold-medal worthy.”

I flop back down onto the bed and let my heavy eyelids fall shut. Spencer reads some story aloud with no text in front of him. As I drift off, his voice lulling me to sleep, I know this is going to be something that I playback from memory in the future. A decayed version in my own, fallible memory.

The world is dark, but noisy. I haven’t yet gathered the strength to open my eyes, but the rest of my senses are slowly feeding my brain information. I feel a steady rise and fall against my back. Breathing. A man’s face nuzzled into my neck. I’m being spooned from behind, but he isn’t under the covers with me. He’s above them. Even through the fabric, I can feel him against my ass. The hardness between his legs pressed into my backside. Where the hell am I?

It’s New Year’s Eve. Penelope’s guest bedroom. Spencer.

Spencer’s breathing picks up, and as my eyes flit open, I’m ripped from my sleepy bliss and plunged into utter panic. He’s woken up too. Spencer jumps out of bed at the same time I do, clearly stunned.

“[Y/N], I am so, so sorry. I completely didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Shit. No, I’m sorry.”

Does he know I have a crush on him? Is he going to think I planned that? In my barely-awake daze, I jump to the worst-case scenario. 

Spencer just keeps rambling apologies and swearing up and down that he fell asleep by mistake. My disorganized words of reassurance don’t seem to be cutting through. 

“10... 9…” 

The chanting from outside our bubble only takes a moment for me to register. It’s already midnight?

“8…7…” 

Spencer still hasn’t shut up. Before I can fully realize what I’m doing, I round the bed to where he’s standing. He stops mid-sentence.

“6…5…4…” 

He hears it. He realizes. Our faces are so close; mine, angled up to his. Was I going to say something to calm him down? I don’t remember anymore. His eyes are darting across my face, mirroring my gaze. Eyes, lips. Eyes, lips. 

“3…2…1…”

Our lips crash together right as a chorus of Happy New Years and noise-makers chimes.

Spencer Reid’s lips. On mine. 

Next Chapter: New Year's Day

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[starryyskies]

Lil update in case y’all care ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

I’m moving from my shit apartment starting the beginning of august, and my current semester ends near august 13th. My next semester starts almost 2 weeks after (classes start on the 22nd but it’s good to get it started earlier since most classes open early).

Hopefully by then I’ll be moved out, feel more organized and less stressed, and manage my time a bit better.

Classes are going well despite being super fucking stressful, I’m at the very least passing for now lol

But as for drawing, besides that one doodle I finished and coloured, I haven’t been able to do anything at all. It really disappoints me because I see all this amazing art and my fomo (fear of missing out) gets so bad lol. But I am being responsible and doing my best (╥ᆺ╥；)

Thank you guys for your support and kindness and understanding ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

So in case you’re curious my struggles currently read below lol

So, the place I work at, my store is a corporation and we’ve been basically getting babysat by managers from other stores who are also watching their own store, getting paid a shit amount for creating and maintaining not just the scheduling for both stores, but also managing any issues that arise. So we’re on our 4th manager now, and while he’s the sweetest and fucking raddest manager of all times, he is doing the bare minimum for our store. And trust me, I do NOT blame him. To be honest, he is getting paid salary for being a manager of his own store, and it’s like 56k a year or something which isn’t bad at all. But watching a completely different store?

75. Dollars. A WEEK?! That is LITERALLY a slap in the face. That is the CEO saying a big ass fuck you to its employees. So of course he’s doing the bare minimum. Coping and pasting parts of the schedule, he never comes into our store, and while he’s attentive when it comes to issues, he’s our only source of upper management support we have.

We have workers who have worked with the company for 3+ years, 8+ years, and 20 years. They know what they’re doing, but when I am running the shift by myself, I can’t rely on my coworkers to get back to me, because they are not obligated to.

So the schedule is pretty awful sometimes. Sometimes we’re over staffed when we could’ve used the help other times, sometimes we’re severely understaffed. Like for example, today was a shit show. We had 3 people during our busiest time. (I work at a coffee shop) and so we have one person on register who also takes care of the food and packs the deliveries, and then one person on the coffee bar is not enough to handle the amount of drinks they get, so I was basically running back and forth to support both positions while also making sure my coworkers got their breaks. Icing on the cake was when we realized it was way too hot inside the cafe and learned our AC is broken AGAIN! It was 84 degrees before I left work. That is miserable running around taking care of hot drinks and food.

This is something I deal with at least 2 times a week

While also doing school work full time, having a strict deadline to follow to submit assignments (thankfully it’s all online so I can be somewhat flexible)

And on top of all of that, I’m moving in 2 weeks, school finals will be going on by then, and life has been kicking my family in the ass.

My step dad, who I’ve know since I was 6-7, he’s been that second dad to me, I think of him as a hero. He unfortunately has been diagnosed with single cell lung cancer. It had spread to his ribs and femur. While he’s still fighting and going through aggressive treatment, I’m not sure what the outcome will be. He’s putting on a strong face, so I can’t tell how serious it is.

My grandfather is also in the hospital. He’s had a heart condition that requires him to wear an AED pacemaker in his chest, and recently it was used because he had a seizure. He’s not doing too well, and who knows what will happen.

Oh! And my older sister’s wedding is IN TWO MONTHS! I’m the damn maid of honor, and I do nottttt like the attention. She’s the kinda person who likes big fancy weddings but she’s doing her best financially to make it happen, though she also was promoted to manager for her store (we work for the same company) and going through that crazy long training is surly not fun lol.

But anyway, thanks for reading my rambles. Sometimes I feel like nobody really cares but I get reminded that there are people out there who are wondering how I am. So this is for you people

(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #73 – Saga, Book 3 by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples

I first read Saga as it was coming out until it went on hiatus – which means that, as of finishing this book, I am as far into the narrative as I ever got (which remains a goddamn sadistic spot to leave a story on for literal years). Happily, the comic has now basically lived up to my vague nostalgia for it entirely. Also it is even more ruthless with its cast than I remembered.

The story follows star-crossed science fantasy lovers Marka and Alana and their crime-against-most-of-the-galaxy daughter Hazel (plus assorted friends, hangers on, and soul-bound ghostly babysitters) as they try to find somewhere safe from the agents of their former governments trying to hunt them down an actually make a peaceful life for themselves. The book starts with them finding a few months of peace living among other refugees on the burned up husk of a warzone, and basically just keeps going downhill from their. In fairness, so do the lives of basically everyone who was hunting them.

Saga has always talked a lot about the horribly arbitrary and random nature of violence, the way someone’s entire life can be ruined in a heartbeat for the momentary convenience of the guy holding the gun. It has been...less consistent about always walking the walk, here – characters die in tragic and arbitrary ways, but there have also been a lot of murders shown as cool or badass or just funny because they happen to people whose entire characterization was being kind of an asshole. This whole book is basically the pendulum swinging around on that – it’s trying to really show the costs of war and vendetta, and growing up through the near-random death of one person or thing you care about after another.

This happens in a bunch of ways, and most of them work! This is still hardly the most politically subtle book in the world – coming out in America in 2017 there is a whole volume about a woman with a late-term miscarriage needing to find a back-alley abortionist to remove the fetus because she’s too far along for touching it to be legal. Which they find by going to Abortion Town on the Abortion Planet, because comics – but the writing and character work keeps it from ever feeling that didactic even there. And it is all just amazingly juicy, angst-filled drama. I mean, if you’re the sort of person who loves finishing a work of art an then being very sad. If you’re not I don’t really know what to tell you here

The book also just amazing use of its medium to sell the emotional punches, here. It’s not quite to the level of, say, Wicked and the Divine (to strain my incredibly small comic reference pool to the breaking point) but the final issues of the Pheng arc and the finale both made the best use I can imagine of the comic as an artifact to make you feel the horror and/or tragedy. Even using the space of the letters column at the end of the book to increase the effect, in one case.

The letters column remains both a delight and a fascinating cultural artifact (also, people will just admit to some wild shit in these – s/o to the guy who wrote asking for advice about whether to have an affair with a coworker). Vaughan’s commitment to printing letters from people who seem to have deep ideological objections to the entire mission of the project and giving the literary equivalent of a smile and nod also just became rather funny at some point.

This isn’t a perfect book – in particular, Ianthee’s whole role in the narrative is deeply hurt by making her probably the most singularly loathsome and lacking in positive qualities character in the entire story so far – but it is a very good one. And I am once again going to be left waiting with that finale for a few months, because there are 17 issues released since they came back from hiatus and I might as well just wait for the next hardcover at this point.

[tangents-within-tangents]

Aspec ✨Icons✨ part 2: Dana Scully (X-files)

(Missed ace week bc I overcomplicated things and it took me a hot sec to finish the sticker but whatever lol)

Listen, Special Agent Dana Catherine Scully is an icon as she is! She's badass, our Women in Stem queen, canonically immortal, and she is totally demi!

Mulder and Scully, the ultimate will-they-won't-they, right? Is it just coworkers respecting boundaries? Friends to lovers? The slowest of slow burns? Idk man listen to this speech:

Scully: Well it seems to me, that the best relationships, the ones that last, are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.

Come on, tell me that isn't the most demi thing you've ever heard!

I've seen fans read this as her just realizing or admitting that she has always loved Mulder but that's literally not what she says! And this is in 6.08, so after 6 years of working with Agent Foxy SMulder over here! And then they still don't even kiss until 7.04 and the first time it is implied they had sex is in 7.17 (which can I just say? is also followed directly by a scene of Mulder being heartbroken that Scully isn't interested in his crop circle slideshow, not exactly the peak of their relationship).

(As a demiromantic myself, also relate to this sentiment of "the best relationships." Like yeah we all have our preferences but I've always had this feeling of like a 'I actually understand real love better bc it's not sexual for me' type of a thing, which might be self-aggrandizing, but it's also the complete opposite of the allonormative 'sex is the ultimate goal of a relationship and the deepest act of love' bs)

A few episodes before (6.04) we also have this iconic moment:

Mulder: Hey Scully? Scully: Yes? Mulder: …I love you Scully: Oh brother *sigh*

Another main thing I think of is in season one when we have this whole 'you have to have a life outside of work and obviously that means dating' thing

But then the arc of the episode is that actually that ideal is clearly not her thing

She goes on the date (pretty sure the only one we ever see in the series?) and is bored and uncomfortable and happily leaves to go hunt the Jersey Devil with her loser coworker instead

Also fun fact I learned when researching all this, there was originally a boyfriend character for Scully in the pilot (added by the executives) who was completely cut. And when you look at how the creator talks about it, I think it's clear this ^ episode was a direct response to that

Chris Carter: There was some pressure early on in the development of the show to establish that the characters had personal lives outside of the FBI, and we wanted to see who they were dating, and I felt that was all wrong. I felt the stories needed to drive the characters, and their work needed to drive them. That their work was all-consuming and that they had no personal lives, that this was a quest. A romantic quest, in the literary sense.

And that's def reflected in the writing throughout the whole show lol

Mulder: So Scully, what are you doing tonight, any big plans? Scully: Well seeing as how it’s Friday I was thinking I could get some work in on that monograph I’m writing for the penology review.

Just some beautiful career-driven nerds who find fulfillment in life in other ways!

Which as demonstrated in the above clip, clearly applies to Mulder as well

Mulder: whAT'S a GIRL?

(aka one of my favorite lines lol and for the record he was going to meet his informant for alieum info)

Same episode as Scully's epic demi speech also gives us these gems:

Scully: Dating advice? From whom? Mulder: Yours truly. Scully: … Mulder: Hello? Scully you there? Scully: I heard you… Mulder, when was the last time you went on a date? Mulder: I will talk to you later *hangs up* Scully: The blind leading the blind.

Holman: I’ve been envious of men like you my whole life. Based on your physical bearing I assumed you were more experienced. I mean, you spend everyday with Agent Scully! A beautiful, enchanting woman! You mean you two have never uh…?

(yeah you and every allo fan, buddy)

Mulder: I’m perfectly happy with my friendship with Agent Scully.

So yeah, I'd def say Mulder is somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum too, even if on paper it's in the "obsessed with his work" kinda way. He's a bit more complicated, and I haven't seen the show recently enough to confidently be more specific, but friendly reminder that making dirty jokes and watching porn and such are not mutually exclusive with aspec identities (I'd even argue that it's further evidence for rather than against, since the show does specifically include references to porn activity, and not actual dating subplots or shots of one-night-stands like others shows would, so he's satisfying those things without someone else (we DON'T talk about that one vampire episode! fr so much of that was OOC I almost dropped the show lol)). And he also falls victim to the, ah... 'SA a man but play it for laughs and like it's his own personal failing somehow' trope ("trust me the man knows how to kiss" ma'am he was literally pushing you away -_-), the one in 'Syzygy' is far worse (link if you wanna subject yourself to it) but also so very ace:

Detective White: So what are you doing at my house? Mulder: I was hoping you could help me solve the mystery of the horny beast. *cuts to Mulder talking to an astrologer about satanic symbols*

Mulder: *panics trying to get her to leave* White: *literally shoves him onto the bed and pins him* maybe we can solve the mystery of the horny beast! Mulder: Maybe we should just watch some television (:

(poor guy just wanted to netflix and chill lit.)

And kinda random but one of my favorite things about Mulder and Scully's relationship is that Mulder so clearly appreciates her intelligence and who she is. Like these moments when he jokingly and respectfully flirts with her come at such specific moments, best demonstrated by this crack edit lol:

(credit to the creator, I just needed the specific clip)

Ignoring Bambi and Sheriff Hartwell la la la la! Except also I mean it can easily be aesthetic attraction, it happens, and neither of those actually went anywhere (Mulder literally sleeps on his couch and uses his bed as a storage room, he wasn't bringing anyone home). They both also have weird exes that show up (tho rarely) but demi means they can totally have had connections with others in the past (and since Scully is still so attached to that guy in 'All Things' after all these years I say it checks out).

(also available in demiro and demiaroace:)

For the record, there are 11 seasons and 2 movies of The X-Files, and while I have watched all of them, that was like 5 years ago (wow I'm old), so I'm not taking responsibility for every single line or scene that ever took place. But the overall vibe is very clear, and random stuff like 'Never Again' or whatever the heck was going on with Fowley (ugggh) are clearly the outliers.

No matter how you frame it, Mulder and Scully's relationship is clearly one based in connection, not attraction. There are actually lines in S1 that indicate both of them see the aesthetic appeal in the other ("I think it's remotely plausible that someone might think you're hot") that prove that's not what it's about for them. It's about mutual respect and admiration. About trust and being there for each other through hardship.

Their relationship is one with years of emotional intimacy before anything physical. I'd even say they dip into QPR territory for a few seasons

And the thing is! It's kinda actually canon. It's literally intentional! It may not be direct representation by name, but honestly now I'm pretty convinced that Chris Carter would have loved to have been aware of these terms/concepts! It may be unwitting, but it is pretty deliberate, which is so evident if you listen to how the creators and actors talk about their relationship in the bts featurettes:

Chris: I was adamant from the beginning that Mulder and Scully should not be romantically involved. (s1)

(this poor man fighting the amatonormativity in media since day one!)

Gillian: Their relationship is platonic and there is so much respect and so much trust and they will risk their lives for each other. (s4)

Sheila Larken: It sounds cliché to say that they're best friends. But they're best friends beyond what lovers could ever be.

Chris: Scully loves Mulder, and Mulder loves Scully. It's a wonderful romance, it's just not a sexual romance, it's not a physical romance. It is a caring, tender, respectful relationship. It's an ideal, I would never want to do anything to threaten it, to change it. (s5)

(oh my gosh do you hear this! ^ I'm not making this up, even Scully would believe me!)

Gillian: Those moments where there is that intimacy, where even just the touch of a hand can be the same as, you know, making love in another series.

They were meant to be platonic and then they slowly and naturally developed into something more (hopefully not just bc of outside pressure but we'll get to that), and for that it's not just your everyday slow burn, but a relationship that is so much more.

Even early on they are allowed to be so openly sweet and affectionate with each other and it's just so chill. In general, the show is just written so different. Like in literally the first episode we have this scene where Scully comes to Mulder's hotel room in the middle of the night and takes off her bathrobe in just her underwear (so Mulder can check the marks on her back) and Mulder does not react at all. He (and the cinematography) is 100% respectful and normal about it, and then is just worried about her. Like how many other shows wouldn't dangle that as bait or make some unfunny comments of like 'man can't control himself' or whatever?

They are allowed to genuinely care about each other and be so tender, to be there for each other without any romantic or sexual implications (for a long long canonical time).

(will never shut up bc this is the sweetest most heart wrenching comfort hug in television history and it's in s2)

(So many more not pictured bc it's like the whole show and you get the idea) And this is a dynamic that continues into their relationship even when it has become romantic (this is the scene for the cuddle moment above and just ahh). And like check out this screen time ratio:

And 4 minutes of the kissing video is actually bts or deleted scenes stuff that wasn't in the show (another fun fact, Gillian and David did an unscripted kiss on the lips in 4.17 that the writers intentionally cut to save for the right moment) and the majority of the on screen kisses are just adorable cheek and forehead kisses (my HEART!)

All this plus the way the show gives these big ol poetic monologues about human nature and the meaning of life (that never have anything to do with sex) all the time. Like in the very least, if you're aspec there's a good chance you'll enjoy watching the show.

Perfect segue @im-a-goddamn-cat because you know what is so funny about all of this? All this amazing ace love? The allos HATE it! They cannot handle it! They cannot fathom that Mulder and Scully were platonic and nothing more for so long. They see all those amazing platonically intimate moments as proof there must be sex. The word "ship" was literally invented for Mulder and Scully. They were the original (and oh boy turns out shipping was implicitly aphobic from the beginning!). Like it's seemingly so universal, it is everywhere:

(spoiler alert, none of those are valid, it literally included their first meeting!)

(like I love you xfiles abridged but...)

Scully's canonical reaction to watching allos' sexualized interpretation of her (horrified):

(It's okay babe, just NEVER go on ao3!)

It's one thing to ship or want them to be together, but it is always about the sex specifically and it so often dips into this aphobia. I swear people treat it like it's a crime that they didn't have sex for so long (or more often/explicitly). Like why bro? Why is that so important to you? Why does love have to equal sex, huh? Why is this the only possible option?

People literally hate Chris Carter for that amazing quote about their romance not being physical! They say he is delusional or doesn't understand his own characters, or was gaslighting fans, just read this article or these ridiculous comments on this reddit post (like reddit is it's own warning but someone even said he "doesn't know how babies are made") Like I may not agree with all of the man's writing choices, but he deserves better than that! Esp since it is clearly intentional and well thought out. He knew what he was doing, it just didn't fit the allotypical standards.

The world just wants them to have sex so bad and us aces are so content.

🖤💜 Mulder and Scully: baffling and frustrating allos since 1993 💜🖤

[skyloftian-nutcase]

How would the Healthcare Boys deal with somebody passing off a case with the words "have fun with this one"? I've heard that's another thing you don't really want to hear from a coworker in healthcare.

Four took a breath to center himself before the phone rang. He'd just moved his one patient to the floor, so he was the one to take the first hit for an admission. The charge nurse had warned him that he would be receiving a patient who sounded rough, a direct admission from the ER who was currently too unstable for surgery.

After the third ring, Four answered the phone. "STICU, this is Four."

"Hey, Four." The ICU nurse immediately smiled, recognizing Legend's voice before he registered how worn out his friend sounded. "You ready for report?"

Four took another breath and clicked his pen. "Yes."

"All right, this is what I've got. Jane Doe, approximately mid-twenties in age, motorocycle crash into a tree. No medical ID tags, we're still trying to work out info and get her into the system. She was going approximately 50mph when she went off the road into the tree. Was wearing a helmet. She's been altered since EMS got to her on scene. They RSI'd her and did fluid resuscitation. She also got 2g of ancef. We gave her 3 units of reds and 1 FFP upon arrival. CT showed open book pelvic fracture, several rib fractures, she's got an open right femur fracture. FAST was negative, surprisingly. Head CT didn't show any major bleeds - chest, not so lucky. Possible cardiac contusion, her output is garbage, they've already done an ECMO consultation but they don't want to hold her here while they deliberate the issue. Your access is an 18G in the L AC and 16G in the R upper arm. We're going to pop an arterial line in her before we send her up to you, but that's about all that's left for that. Intubated, sedated, she's on propofol at 40, epinephrine at 8, levophed at 14, we've just been climbing higher and higher with that. She's finishing her FFP now. Oh, almost forgot, got a hemothorax on the L side, they put in a chest tube and she's drained out 300mL in the last hour."

"Coags?"

"Haven't had a chance to look, Four, I've been busting my ass down here. I know you have time to look at the labs. I'll get a gas as soon as we get the arterial line in, but the sooner we kick her to you the better. Have fun with this one."

With that, Legend hung up, just in time for Four to hear alarms blaring in the background before the succinct click and deafening silence.

Four took another breath. Well... this was going to be interesting.

XXX

Hyrule smiled as he brought in the stretcher. The patient gave a lopsided smile as well.

Ah. Well, that was problematic.

Warriors raised an eyebrow. "When was the last known well?"

"Literally right in front of us," Hyrule answered as he worked to move the patient to the bed with some help from other ER staff. "Probably about twenty minutes by now. She's down on her L side, completely confused, can kind of follow commands but her attention doesn't last. BG was 89, BP 182/79, HR 88, SpO2 in the upper 90s on room air. She's just been pleasantly out of it."

"She said he was cute," Mo chuckled as he rolled the stretcher out of the room. "Better watch yourself, Wars, she'll charm you."

Warriors snorted cheerfully as he signed out for report and got to work.

Hyrule gave a wave. "Have fun with this one!"

"Will do," Warriors laughed. Then he turned to his coworkers. "Let's get labs and get her ready for CT."

[whosmaggy]

cats and shows and not knowing how to shut up

currently on repeat:

had a packed week! was lovely and exciting.

starting on friday the 27th: my dead friend h and her sister (who hates me :() were hosting a christman party! i drove with my friend a. we brought with us our white elephant gifts! i met h's new kittens!!! they were absolutely angelic. during the party, we had a meal, played gartic phone, and made a gingerbread house (post demolition).

for white elephant, i gave a scrapbooking starter kit. originally i got a lippie but i already have that exact one (it was literally in my purse), my a (a lover of all things lip products) however orchretrated a trade with our friend f so that i ended up with a disposable camera, face mask, ketchup chips, and oh henry reeses collab chocolate (my fave).

that night, after coming home, my niece and newphews arrived! they r my older brothers kids and live in america so i dont see them much. i think its crazy that im closer in age to my nephew than i am to my brother.

me, a, and f have been OBSESSED with criem scene kitchen. it truly is the best cooking show. we watched season 3. truly the best cinema currently airing.

on saturday, me, a, and h went to toronto! first stop: dainties macarons. a got 5, i got 1 red velvet one (was delish!! but you must like cream cheese to enjoy it). whilst walking their, h spotted a place her favourite youtubers had gone to in a video which brought her great excitement. second stop: frescas pizza. had a very tasty slice. one of the best pizza places in toronto. a got me a nestea(!!) 😭. while there, to h's great suprise, she spotted an arcade that her fave utubers had also gone to. we went and it was fun (i liked it more than them). third stop: free hot chocolate pop-up. we got free garbage bags too. last stop: eaton centre for permenent bracelets! h convinced us to get silver. we got no charms and i love the simplicity. it was buy 2 get 1 free so the cost was really good! i got a gift for f's bday and my sephora bday gift. we got a&w coke (me and h got diet which i hate). we took the subway and i peed in the station (in a bathroom ofc). i drove us back from the station and fir the entire 20 minutes, my windows and front/back windsheild were so foggy i could hardly see. but alas we all got home safe.

i have started coding an episode game for h. it is completely ridiculous.

finished the low taper fade obby in roblox. my nephew was throughly impressed.

me and f watched some squid game season 2. they killed my fine man. im not enjoying it. been locked into block blast.

on Monday i made a hinge profile (using cindy wolfie pics) to try and set my friend d up. all the men were awful.

Tuesday!! watch Babygirl!! all i will say is movie of the year! actually i will say more: it was so entertaining, goofy, unserious, and meow. harris Dickinson did something for me.

the new year has come.

i watched some hockey on wednesday. turcottes not doing well. i had him pinned to be a star before caufeild. i think he came into that game with 2 season penalties, just to get 2 more in that one game.

tall people scare me. i think ive never been in close proximity to anyone taller than 5'10.

suffering from the Calling Everyone 'BOY' Sickness. do not know when i will recover. or if i even will...

started tracking things (pees, poops, steps, hours of sleep, crys) for the new year. hoping to make a year wrapped.

posted a tiktok story as a joke. my old coworker saw it :(. so embarrassed. but think i might just start posting tikTok stories for fun.

been wtaching lots of slushynoobz recently.

been making a really good salad these days. in love with it and think about it every second of every minute of every day of every you get it.

today me, a, and f spent much of the day on a facetime call. we watched: Found A Homeless Billionaire Husband for Christmas, i found it on tiktok and it was simply amazing, Breaking the Ice, also tiktok, also amazing, and lastly Twisted Pair by the brilliant and stock footage loving Neil Breen. i laughed greatly, my firends didnt like neil breen that much. wtv.

set up my notion and google calander for the new term. very exciting. i have 2 midterms on my birthday.

thats it for this week.

going somewhere tomorrow!! and then going back to the best city in the world!

goodnight and sleep tight,

Maggy 👖

[hollowmend]

Fetch Re;Quest Dev Log #1 - 11/15/2023

Welcome to the first official dev log for Fetch Re;Quest! This one is probably loooong overdue, haha...

It's a Sequel

I've been trying to make a sequel to my NaNoRenO game, Fetch Quest, literally since it came out. In fact, if you get the creator's commentary from itch, you'll see I was very confident that I'd be able to get something for it ready to go in just a few short months...

That was four and half years ago 😅 But after many false starts, I finally managed to get something going.

What's It About?

(Side note, I've been using Feniks' Easy Ren'Py GUI template a lot lately, and its a lifesaver. Check it out if you're a fellow dev!)

Hey! I think this might be the first real screenshot I've posted of the game! Isn't Flora's bedroom cute?

Anyway! Fetch Re;Quest picks up directly after the upcoming Fetch Quest Remaster's new "True Ending".

After their one-shot TTRPG session ends, Flora finds herself wrestling with a problem. She has a crush on her coworker and would like to ask him out, but she's a little nervous.

So what does she do? Procrastinate, of course!

Flora sets a one week challenge for herself to grind up her stats in preparation for the final battle- Asking the object of her affection out on a date.

Luckily, she and her coworkers Connor, Todd, and Dan all have the week off. Flora decides to use the various board, card, and video games she and her friends play as a way to mentally level up.

The Stats

That's right, the game is a (light!) stat raiser. Each day, the gang decide between four games to play, each of which are tied to one of Flora's imaginary stats. Each game has its own scenes and helps Flora build up her confidence.

Techno-opolis is a 4X civilization building boardgame that increases Flora's "Acumen".

Of Fiends and Fangs is a social deduction card game about werewolves, vampires, villagers and betrayal that increases Flora's "Charm".

Clockwork Mercenaries is a steampunk monster hunting game that forces Flora to get "Gud".

and Deathpocolypse 2 is a janky ghost hunting game that increases Flora's "Moxie".

But be careful... Flora is easily distracted, and getting too into a game could lead to her completely forgetting about her original mission.

So Who's the Crush?

It's Dan.

Much to my surprise, the tired, snarky GM of the first game was very popular. I got a lot of comments lamenting the fact that he wasn't one of the love interests.

So here he is, the sole LI of Fetch Re;Quest! Sorry to any Connor or Todd lovers. It's Danny's time to shine.

New Characters

Connor and Todd will be prominently featured, but Fetch Re;Quest will also introduce a handful of new characters as well! Here's a sneak peek of about half the new cast:

Nona, Teddie, and David (pronounced Dah-veed) are members of the band Cats Eat Bats! There is one more member named TJ not pictured, but you've already met him, so...

Flora sets herself the daunting task of asking Dan out during their concert at the end of the week, but they show up here and there throughout the entire game. They're especially involved if you play a lot of Deathpocolypse 2!

What's Next?

A large portion of the game is already written and I've started commissioning the assets I'm not making myself. Things are really starting to roll now!

Right now I'm working on finishing the script and making the sprites. Hopefully that means there will be more visual things to show off soon.

Until Next Time

Hopefully these dev logs are at the very least interesting! If there's anything in particular you want to know about the game, feel free to send me an ask.

[xojennyboo]

A/N: Another update. Hope you enjoy. Don’t forget to like, reblog, follow, comment, suggest. Thank you always.

Y/N’s POV

The days at work have been exhausting. Long days and occasionally long nights. At this rate you didn’t know what having a personal life. My job overtook everything in my life and at this point il just accepted it. I couldn’t complain, I Am extremely good at my job, and I get it done when needed. I enjoyed the rush that came when meeting a deadline.it was extorting.

Being good at what I do means that there will be people who envy you. On my case, that person is Harry. Like myself, he does a very good job. He’s a workaholic, like me. He’s basically the male version of me, and that infuriates him in some way. He’s always competitive, which you enjoyed due to loving to see his reaction when you beat him at his own game. That was always a rewarding feeling.

The quarter was officially over and that meant that everyone was invited to drinks at a bar nearby. I was tired but I could never pass down free drinks. I was finishing the last-minute updates on my report when I suddenly felt my chair being swung around to meet my work bestie Jess. “Are you ready to have drinks tonight and get fucked up”, she says, holding on to the arm rests on either side of my chair. “For one, I’m not going to get bucked up”, I say removing her hands Off my chair and turning around to save my report and turn off my computer. “On come on Y/n, live a little”, she whines, placing her chin on my shoulder. Her touchiness never bothered me as long as she didn’t go past my boundaries.

“Yeah y/n, live a little. Don’t be such a buzzkill", I near Harry say from behind the both of us, causing my eyes to roll. Leas stepped to the side with a small smirk on her face as she watched Harry walking by my desk. “Fuck off Harry”, I bit, getting up and gathering my belongings. ‘Make me”, he smirks. “Ill see you ladies at the bar”, he says, looking back to wink our way. Ugh. “He’s fucking annoying", I tell jess, turning towards her to see a huge grin on her face. “Jess don’t start”, I warn. Less has had this conspiracy that Harry and I find each other attractive, or sexually attractive, which is why were always down each other’s throats.

I admit, Harry is a very attractive man but he’s so full of himself, which for me is such a turn off. To me, I see a man who feels threatened to be beat by a woman. “Oh, come on y/n. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun with him. I’m 100% sure that he finds you attractive just like every other man here”, she teases. “Shut it. They’re also attracted to you”, I say remembering the many times I’ve noticed different coworkers looking at her direction as she walks by. Jess is beautiful, she just doesn’t fully embrace it. “I can’t confirm nor deny that all I know is that we’re late and we’re wasting our drinking time”, she says literally dragging me out of the building.

We walked the short distance to the bar making own way through the busy streets. Once we arrived at the bar we were greeted by our colleagues. One of our friends, Josh, waved towards us at a nearby table. We shimmied our way through the room until me were greeted by Josh who was accompanied by other colleagues and none other than Harry. “Look who decided to show up. Maybe you’re not a buzzkill after all”, Harry teases making your eyes roll. “She’s definitely not a buzzkill. You should've seen her during our college years. She was the life of the party”, Jess says making you groan. “Oh really? I’m intrigued", Harry leases taking a sip of his, what looks like, scotch. “Jess, please. I’m pretty sure no one wants to hear about- “, “I do”, Harry cuts me off. “And I’m pretty sure everyone here wants to hear all about, am I right everyone?", Harry asks the colleagues at our table. I watch as they nod in agreement. “Great, now let’s hear it. How wild was y/n Jess “, he asks, maintaining his attention on me. “Ugh, I need a drink”, I say as I walk towards the bar to order us a drink as Jess tells our fun college nights.

“Two mojitos please”, I tell the bartender. "Mojitos. Fruity”, Harry says next to me as he orders another scotch. “What? Is it not to your liking?", I snip. He smirks at my remark, shrugging his shoulders. “Not necessarily. I always thought you’d go for something stronger", he says. “Well, I don’t”, I say, taking my drinks and walking back to the table handing Jess her drink. “Wow y/n sounds like you had fun back in the day”, Josh says as Harry comes back handing him a drink. “What did I miss?”, Harry asks standing next to me. “You just missed Jess telling us the time y/n got dared to go skinny dipping at this frat party and then drank to the point she blacked out”, Josh says making me cringe at the memory. I remember making up with a huge bruise on your leg.

“Wow doesn’t sound like someone who can be a buzzkill", Harry says. “Yeah, well, I grew up”, I say, taking a sip of my drink. Looking back at my college days made me realize how much fun I use to be. My college days were the best days of my life, which changed once I became a workaholic. I let my job consume me in ways it shouldn't, which, I hate to admit it, did make me a buzzkill, to some extent. “You alright?", Harry asks shaking me out of my thoughts. Clearing my throat and plastering a fake smile on my face I nod my head. “Y-yeah, I’m fine”, I assure. I stayed silent a minute, taking in my surroundings and listening to the small talk around me. I look at less who seems to be enthralled with Josh. She catches my eyes and the furrows her eyebrows in a somewhat worried look. I smiled and mouthed an ‘I’m okay’ making her smile. She always wanted me to be comfortable and have fun when I could. Maybe letting loose would be fun.at least for one night.

‘“I’ll be right back”, I announce, heading straight towards the bar. “Can I get 3 rounds of shots for my table please”, I tell the bartender. “What kind?’, he asks. “Tequila is fine”, I say and patiently wait. I look back at the table and see everyone laughing and having fun. If fun y/n is what they want, then fun y/n is what they’re going to get. “Here you go hun”, the bartender says handing me a tray of shots. "Thanks", I take the tray and walk back to our table placing the tray in the middle of it. Instantly all eyes were on the tray and then on me. “Well, you all wanted me to have fun, no? Well let’s have fun. Cheers!", I say grabbing ahold of my three shot cups and downing them… one...two...three. All eyes looked at me in amazement. I near Harry chuckle to himself and in defeat he grabbed his three shots. “Well, you heard the woman. Cheers!", he said before throwing his head back taking the shots. Everyone else followed.

After that the alcohol ran through my system and I actually had fun. We all talked about our personal lines and what we would do after work. No one really talked about actual work, like I had thought, which was nice. I also got to see a different side of Harry which wasn’t that annoying, but that could also be the alcohol. Jess and Josh were really getting to know each other, flirting away and stealing glances here and there. They would definitely make a cute couple. It wasn’t surprising when she told me she would be leaving with Josh. Good for her.

“Well, it's been a fun night gentlemen. Have a goodnight", I say gathering my belongings. “What else do you have planned for tonight?", Harry asks, taking his coat and putting it on. "Nothing”, I say, heading towards the door, him right behind me. “Well, would you like to come over to my place?”, Harry asks, the question taking me off guard. Here we were standing in the middle of the sidewalk after a fun evening, and now he wants me to go to his. Why am I nervous all of a sudden. “Why? Think you van get lucky tonight?" I tease. “Not at all. Just wanted to hang out. But its alright if you don’t”, he says in a tone that now makes me feel bad. I’m so going to regret this.

“Lead the way Mr. Styles”, I give in, a childish smile spreading on his face. “Great. It’s a few minutes away. Is it alright if we walk? Maybe the fresh air will sober us up”, he suggests. “Year that’s fine”, I say, and we begin our short walk to his place. The walk was nice, the chilly air hitting my face welcomely and definitely sobering me up, not that I needed much to begin with. We soon enter a very nice-looking building, Harry opening the door for me to walk in first. He then leads the way, and we walk into the elevator. We weren’t alone, accompanied by an older couple who were acting like they were teenagers, not in a creepy way.

I assumed we had reached the floor because Harry walks out, me following. As soon as I stepped into his place I was mesmerized. He has to have the most amazing view of the city. The windows in this place were literally floor to ceiling. “Holy shit Harry”, I say in awe. I take my heels off, noticing that he removed his shoes by the door, and walked straight to the window. All I saw were city lights illuminating the dark night. It was beautiful. “I thought good appreciate it.it looks better with the lights off honestly", he says walking towards the front door and switching the lights off. “Wow”, was all I could say, listening to his footsteps coming closer to me. “The cool thing about this place is that you can see everything outside, but no one can see what’s inside. We could literally fuck, and no one will know”, he suddenly says, causing me to choke on my saliva, and causing him to laugh. “Relax, I’m only given you a perspective", he says.

We stayed silent for what felt forever. The image of him taking me in his apartment didn’t sound like such a horrible idea. Maybe Jess was right. Maybe a one night stand would alleviate some of that annoying frustration. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the thought of seeing leas react to my Friday night shenanigans. What’s so funny?”, he asks with his own smile on his face. “Oh nothing. I was thinking about what less had told me earlier today”. “And what was that if you don’t mind sharing”, he pushes. “Well, she’s always talking about how we are always bickering at work. Her theory is that rue secretly find each other attractive and how we should just sleep with each other to get it over with”, I say, looking straight out the window instead of at him.

“Well, she’s not wrong”, he says after a while, goosebumps rising up my arms at his words. “What?”, I snap to look at him now. He continues to stare out the window for a while until a small smirk plays on his lips. He suddenly turns to look at me. “Jess isn’t wrong. At least on my part, I do find you attractive”, he says, my mouth slightly opened at his small confession which causes his smirk to grow bigger. “But I wouldn’t want to fuck you to just get it over with”, he continues, stepping closer with each word he spoke. My eyes look down to his feet, watching how he’s standing extremely close to me now. “No?”, I ask, looking up to him now, his face inches from me now. “No. I believe you’re the type of woman that I could never get enough of”, he says, his eyes keeping mine in a trance. “You think?”, I question, noticing how beautiful his eye color was. Captivating. Mesmerizing.

“I believe so”, he confidently says causing a smirk to play on my lips now. “What? You don’t think I can make it worth your while?”, his eyebrows furrow in playful way. I shrug. It’s not like I’ve slept with many men, but the few that I have don’t really make my list of guys I’d do again. “What can I say. I’m a hard woman to please”, I say, my eye wandering from his eyes to his lips, him slightly licking them. “I bet you I can please you in ways you wouldn’t imagine “, he says, bringing his lips close to my ears, his breath causing shiners to go down my back at how close he is. “How so?”, I test, enjoying our back-and-forth banter.

“You see, I believe that you’re the type of woman who likes to be, handled. You love a man who can take charge and dominate you”, he says, taking a hold of my arms and pinning them behind me with one of his hands. My breaking becomes shallow, the excitement running through my system taking the best of me. “You dominate The World around you, it’s only fair that someone dominates you, don’t you think?”, he continues, walking forward as he speaks, my feet walking backwards to what I’m assuming is his bedroom. “What’s wrong y/n? Eat got your tongue?", he teases, walking into his room, a small light illuminating the bedroom. He lets go of my hands taking a step back to watch what I’d do next.

Clearing my throat and composing myself I took around, the view as breathtaking as the living room. “Speak y/n. I’m dying to know what you’re thinking about”, he says, walking towards me again. His fingers trace up my arm creating goosebumps. Maybe I should give in. One night wouldn’t hurt. “I’m taking your silence as me being right?”, he teases with A smirk. Instantly I feel shy at my small sex kink and shy away placing my hands over my eyes causing him to chuckle. “Now now. There’s nothing to be shy of It’S sexy. You’re sexy”, he compliments as he takes my hands away from my face and places them against his chest. “So?”, he asks. A small smile plays on my lips. “Lets see what you got Styles”, I say finally giving in.

"Perfect”, he mumbles, tracing my bottom lip with his finger. His eyes turn a darker shade of green, filled with lust. Stepping away from me he turns around to walk out the door, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. “I’ll be right back. I want you completely naked and on my bed by the time I get back”, he instructs before leaving the room leaving me dumbfounded. Quickly, I undressed myself and quickly got on his bed.it was fluffy to say the least.

It felt like forever until I hear the door open. He comes in with summoning in his hands that I couldn’t quite see. “Good girl. It pleases me that you listened", he says, his voice low and husky. The words couldn’t form on time, watching his every room. “Do you trust me?”, he asks. “Yes”, my noise coming out as a whisper. “Good. Now, to make things interesting I’m going to blindfold you”, he says walking to the side of the bed. “Why?”, I question. “It entices all of your other senses. Make you feel a lot more”, he sits by my side as he slowly places the blindfold over my eyes, darkness was all I could see.

“You trust me?”, he repeats again, his question causing one to giggle. “Yes Harry”, I say. Silence was all I heard for a few minutes, making me think that Harry had left. “Harr-”, I felt his lips touch mine in a gentle kiss, pressed against mine without moving. My heart rate picked up at the sudden touch but also engulfed me in warmth. His lips moved against mine, this time with a little more passion. Bringing my hands to his face, I cupped it, deepening the kiss. His face feeling a but rough due to the hair growing back. Harry hands touched mine, entertaining with my fingers before removing them from his face and pinning them behind my back. “You’ll only touch me when I tell you, alright baby?”, he says. “Y-yes”, I stutter.

I feel him shift on the bed, listening to the small clinging on the side. Before I could say anything, I feel a cold sensation around my lips. Ice. Harry traces the ice around my mouth, meeting my lips and leaving a wet trail as he moves the ice down to my throat, a small moan escaping my lips at the feeling. He continues the small torture bringing the ice down my chest and onto my nipple my body lifting from the mattress at the coldness. I near the clinging sound again, my other nipple now feeling the delicious coldness. With the ice cube in his mouth, Harry’s lips wick my nipple, flicking his cold tongue and ice cube against the small nub. “Oh fuck”, I gasp, loving the in-between of hot and cold.

Once the ice melts in his mouth, he removes his lips from my body, leaving me wanting more from him. “Look at you, squirming around. All for a small ice cube:”, he taunts. I stay quiet, knowing he enjoys when he gives me permission to do anything. I hear him shuffle again, this time I feel him taking my arms and placing them against the headboard. I feel what seems to be a silk scarf go around my wrists. He repeats the same movements to my other wrist until I’m tied and at his mercy. He removes himself completely from me leaving me, once again, in pure silence.

I hear his footsteps go around the room, hearing my heartbeat in my ears as well. I can’t see anything and yet for some reason I’m enjoying the lack of sense. I feel him coming closer and I feel sit on the bed. “I’m going to start slow with you. I don’t want to jump into things you might not enjoy, especially since it’s our first time together”, he says. “What I’m about to use is brand new, and never used. It’s just for your pleasure okay”, he says, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as to what he could possibly have. My answer was soon given when I hear a small vibration coming from his side. A vibrator.

He traces the vibrator along my chest, the small vibrations feeling very nice against my skin. My mouth opened a slight bit, enjoying the sensation. He brings it lower to my stomach, the vibrations a bit rougher on my skin, feeling it a bit down there. “Open your legs for me”, he says. I do as told and open my legs for him. Thank God for the blindfold. “You’re already so wet”, he taunts, bringing the vibrator on my clit. The feeling making me gasp and bring my back off of the pillows. My head falling back at the vibrating sensation on my aching numb. He moves the object, circling my clit, making my legs shake. He continues this for a couple of minutes, tracing the vibrator from my clit to my wet hole, drenching it with my juices. The vibrations continuing to become too much for me, my legs shake, closing around the vibrator little by little. I can feel my orgasm approaching, my moans becoming more consistent.

But, before I could finish, he removes the vibrator completely, leaving me disappointed and needy. My chest rising and falling desperately, aching his touch and voice. Waiting for his next move, I hear shuffling and soon I feel his hands around my hips. “I’m going to flip you around love”, he says, flipping me around, my arms crossing over each other, my knees now on the bed. “Gosh, you look. So beautiful like this”, he says, placing a kiss on each cheek, needing it before I feel two sharp stings right against each on. I yelp, but fucking loved the sting against my skin. “Of course you like that shit”, he says before doing it again. After, he placed two kisses on each cheek but continued his venture downwards. I feel his tongue against my wet hole, a moan escaping my lips as he inserted his tongue into me.

He licked my up and down and circled my sensitive clit as he ate me out. It felt so good. I feel him move upwards until his tongue circled my other hole, a gasp escaping at the new feeling. Who knew that could feel so good. He continued licking me all over until I couldn’t take anymore of it. I was so close to my orgasm but he always stopped when I was about to finish. “So pretty”, he says. I feel him shift on the bed again but this time I feel his tip on me. “Please Harry”, I moan, my waist taking control, trying to meet with his to get some type of friction. “Impatient, are we?”, he chuckled. Before I could answer he insert into me, stretching me deliciously. “Oh fuck”, I moan out, wanting to reach behind me to touch him but couldn’t since I was still tied to the bed. He started with a steady rhythm but soon increased it to a faster one, knocking the air out of me with each thrust.

“Fuck you feel so good around me”, he moans out, the grip he had on my waist tightening. He pins my upper body down, arching my back so my ass is still lifted which caused an angle that felt 10 time better than before. All I could hear was skin against skin. Our bodies dancing together sinfully. It felt great. It felt euphoric. I feel his hands reach down towards my clit, his fingers rubbing me as he fucked me from behind. I was going to explode, and he knew it. He wanted to. Help me release, but I also wanted him to release as well. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum H-Harry”, I moan out. “Cum for me baby girl”, he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “C-cum with m-me, daddy”, I say, the words escaping my lips, too in the moment to give a fuck what he though. He moaned at my words and thrusted faster and rubbed me harder until we both released our orgasms. My body shaking from our movements. I felt elated. I felt good. I felt like a different person. All because of one fuck.

He didn’t say anything to me once we calmed down. I hear him walking away, then coming back. I feel a wet towel cleaning me up, an aftercare I usually did myself. He untied my wrists, then took the blindfold off. I opened my eyes, and we were engulfed in darkness, the city lights enough to illuminate the room. I look up to him, seeing his flushed state and a goofy smile on it. I couldn’t help but laugh and cover my face, not believing what just happened. “So? was that good enough”, he asks, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me down to lay with him on his bed. I couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on my face. “Yes, it was”, I say, touching his arms and tracing the tattoos that adorned it. “Great. Now, that I’ve had a taste of you, I can’t wait to have you again”, he teases, making both of us laugh. “But for now, let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. Mind a sleepover?”, he asks. “No, I don’t mind”, I say, looking out the window. “Perfect”, he says.

[trash-king18]

spider-sona🖤🕸️🕷️

finally created a spider-sona, just finished the concept sketches because i don’t like doing digital art but i might for the color.

meet penelope parker, 26, from earth 927

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“all right, let’s try this again. my name, is penelope parker and four years ago i was bitten by a radioactive spider. 

my brother, peter, worked for alchemax and when he tried to show me what they had been working on his boss decided to use us as test subjects to make sure we kept quiet. the poison killed us, or at least i ~was~ dead. i had been brought back to life by my brothers nonconformist coworker.. he couldn’t save us both. 

when i woke up, everything was different. i was stronger, faster. i also had fangs, and venom, which was new. if i concentrate enough i can channel my own bioelectric currents into my fingers. good trick if you need to short circuit something and sneak away from the police.. which i totally haven’t done. 

at first, all i wanted was to avenge my brother. they started calling me widow maker… because i widowed the wives of every man who played a part in his death. it’s not something i’m proud of, i was angry then. but since those days, i’ve shaped up, starting using my powers for good. they still call me widow, because spider woman’s kinda corny.. no offense. but i’m stopping crime, and the occasional inter-dimensional threat, you know no biggie. and now? i’m just another friendly neighborhood spider” 

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here’s my head cannons for her in the spiderverse

Steven Stone (doppelgänger of the grandfather of tyler stone earth 928) was the boss responsible for her brothers death and he was the last person she killed when she was avenging him

the edge of her swords is charged with electricity and can cut through spider webs

her fangs inject black widow venom with cause pain, stiffness, nausea, and trouble breathing but the reaction varies for each person and she doesn’t bite almost ever.

suit is all black including the detailing which is just matte black

motorcycle girly asf

if venom exists in her universe she would be best friends with him and eddie is kind of like her tired grumpy dad friend. she crashes on his couch after missions when she’s hurt so she doesn’t arouse suspicion with her roommate since she’s still in her last year of grad school.

resident older sister for all the kids (miles margo hobie pavitr and gwen) at HQ.

fluent in spanish, puerto rican, and would absolutely help miles get better

best friends with lyla, and loves making miguel’s life as difficult as possible with her

doesn’t hesitate to question miguel’s cannon theory (bc it really doesn’t make sense) and knock some sense into him (probably literally)

would absolutely teach mayday more tricks with her webs

she met deadpool once on a mission with miguel and they bonded over their swords and he practically has to drag her back out of that universe but they immediately promised to hang out again. “You make the weirdest friends” “aw don’t worry i’m sure you’ll make some of your own one day”

[talkingandwatching]

What makes us human: Someone who will love you in all your damaged glory

Do you ever wonder what makes you the way you are? What makes you you? Why are you different from other people? Are you different from other people? Dont we all live the same life deepdown? The same, miserable pattern that makes us not wanting to live it at all sometimes, isnt it the same for you as it is for me? How can we stop it?

The thing is, we cant. We cant stop it, you cant and I cant either. You’ll be sitting on a train. You’ll be lying awake in bed. You’ll be watching a movie; You’ll be laughing. And then, all of a sudden, you’ll be struck by the paralyzig truth: Its not what we do that makes us who we are. Its what we dont do that defines us.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is Someone who will love you in all your damaged glory by Raphael Bob-Waksberg.

Raphael Bob-Waksberg’s name might be similar for a handful of people, because he is the creator and executive producer of the Netflix hit show, Bojack Horseman and he also wrote this book I would like to talk about today. I’m a HUGE fan of Bojack Horseman, there wasnt a single day when I didnt think of this show and I finished it about a year ago, its probably the greatest thing that happened to me, so I was pretty excited when I heard that the creator of it wrote a book and I bought it online as soon as I got my grabby sticky hands on the money. I can tell you, Someone who will love you in all your damaged glory is probably one of the best books I have ever read and it gave me reassuring that yes, Raphael is amazing at writing stories about humans and how they work, how they feel, which isnt suprising how he managed to make a series about human problems and life with an alcoholic horse as a main character.

The book itself is a collection of short stories about love and relationships. There are shorter ones that are about a page or two pages long, but there are chapters that are longer and more elaborated. For example, there was the chapter A Most Blessed And Auspicious Occasion (which I believe our first longer one) about a couple who are about to get married and theyre preparing for their wedding. However, the girlfriend’s family is stressing them out because they dont know how many goats they need to sacrifice for their wedding, and the boyfriend suggests to not sacrifice goats at all and its just super chaotic and super stressful to them and of course, the wedding eds up being super chaotic as well, but it doesnt matter because the couple is happy together.

Another one of these longer ones is We men of science, which is about a scientist Yoni, who discovers an alternative universe at the other side of a door in his office, where he himself exists and his wife herself exists, but theyre his literal opposite. The anti-Yoni is more confident, more positive and his anti-wife isnt pregnant and her personality i also different. Eventually, Yoni befriends the two. He regularly meets them and spends time with them, and eventually the Carl, one of Yoni’s coworker dies and right after that, him and his anti-wife starts having sex and it completely messes everything up, obviously.

This book is filled with many many stories like this, stories that are riddiculous and at the same time thought provoking and I loved it. SO MUCH.

If I could describe this book with one word, I’d say “intimacy”. These stories are very intimate and sometimes hard to read, because some of the quotes perfectly describes what one or another might feel. I personally felt connected to multiple quotes of the book, and it perfectly shows the characters as weak, and vulnerable. Because we are. We are weak and vulnerable, and that makes us human. And Raphael knows and shows that perfectly. Let me show some of my favorite ones:

" “I dont think you really love me; I think you’re just terrified or being alone” and you, gesticulating wildly with the spatula, spat back without thinking, “I am alone; you have no idea how alone I am” as if that were some kind of comeback” – The serial monogamist’s guide to important New York City landmarks

“You had every intention of being depressed forever, but as it turns out, there’s work to be done, meals to eat, movies to see, errands to run. You meant to be in ruins permanently, your misery a monument, a gash across the cold hard earth, but honestly, who has the time for that? Instead, you survived-apparently, you both did- and things are shockingly okay.” -Lunch with the person who dumped you

“-I love you. -I love you too.” -Lies we told each other

“I think you’re afraid of putting yourself out there because you’re afraid of getting hurt, because you are -and I believe this is the clinical term- a fucking coward.” – Up-and-comers

Please read this book, its literally so good

Thats it, see ya.

[fuck-customers]

Have any of you guys had a manager/coworker that you were honestly fine with, but everyone else hated and you can't figure out why?

So I've been through 3 store managers in my time working at my current company and the first 2 were HELL CUNTS, just absolutely horrible. And the current manager is fine. Tolerable at worst, nice at best.

A small summary of SM #1:

-screamed at me in front of an entire store of coworkers and customers and physically pushed me out of his way when he wanted to use the store computer, but I was using it first

-would schedule me for recovery/go-backs and would lecture me for not being able to finish them all in my 4 hour shift and blame me personally to the rest of the store. Was later told by a coworker that she would see him go around the store and grab random items off the shelves and throw them in a cart to create another "go-backs cart"

-would assign me one task and then take me off task A to do task B and then take me off task B to do task C, etc etc etc and I was never able to finish anything and then would throw me under the bus to other managers and claimed I didn't do any work

-would ask me to come in for a shift on my day off and when I showed up to the store to clock in, he would ask why I was at the store and either pretend like he didn't call me in or pretend like he "forgot" to tell me that he already got coverage

-just generally would talk down to me and belittle me as if I were a small child or an animal

-there's probably more, but I probably blocked it out so I could continue going to work without going on a rampage

SM #2:

-was only there for a little over a year, but fired/forced all my coworker friends to quit

-would gaslight me about anything and everything; store policies, things she said, things other managers said, etc.

-also would assign multiple tasks at the same time and refuse to let me complete one

-hired new people left and right and then refused to train them so the new employees didn't know how to do anything and made more work for everyone else

-waited until after 5:00 on Saturday, the last day of the work week to post the schedule for the next week and then revised it multiple times throughout the week each week so no one ever knew when they were working

-regularly changed my schedule to cut my hours and then would attempt to call me in throughout the week + would cut a shift and then try to get me to come in for a different shift on the same day after revising the schedule to give me that day off

-scheduled people, but mostly me, 3 hour shifts so she wouldn't legally have to give them a paid break

-most importantly, fabricated a fake story to attempt to get me fired for a fake EEOC complaint, which would've effectively ruined my entire future

The current SM:

-is a little bit ditzy/spacey

-is wound a little tight/is a little bit neurotic

-???

-That's about it?? Almost every employee hates her and I cannot figure out why. I suspect that the previous SM (SM #2) is somehow involved, since every current employee other than me and 2 other people (who also don't mind her) was hired by SM #2. None of them have given me any reasons that make any sense. She was a little bit snippy with them? Ok? She didn't yell at them in front of customers or call them names or swear at them. They claimed that she made the store messy/disorganized, when she had only been here less than a week and the previous SM #2 didn't do any recovery or cleaning of the store for a year. One of the complaints I heard literally imo translated to "she asked me to do my job" Like, I also don't like to do my job, but that's what a manager is supposed to do. Tell you to do your job. One of my leads and a small group of employees have banded together and decided they wanted to report her to HR and get her fired. Because of the above mentioned "incidents" (I don't think they actually submitted the report though. Or if they did, HR looked at it and laughed and threw it away)

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