#needed to yap about my job for a minute and how much i hate it

[elysiuminfra]

i want to talk about walmart for a second. if you haven’t worked or known someone who worked for walmart, you probably don’t know how bad it is. most people don’t, so i want to talk about it.

there’s a points system for absences. if you miss work, and can’t cover it with accrued time off (because you don’t just Get time off - it builds up over time. it takes about a month of straight work to get a day off.) you get a point. five points and you’re at risk of termination. all managers - team leads, and above them, coaches - have the power to excuse points so that you don’t get fired. some do, so you don’t lose your job. most don’t. five days, that’s it.

if you miss more than three shifts of work due to a medical issue, you have to go through a third party company (which isn’t really third party.) to get a medical exception so you don’t lose your job. it is hard to get this. they need a lot of documentation to prove that you somehow deserved to miss work. they don’t accept regular doctors notes. this is somehow nebulously legal. you are also forced to work while sick and infectious. flu, strep, covid, doesnt matter for all departments except produce and deli. even then, they only send you home if you throw up *at work* or have food-related illnesses. every other department you’re not allowed to go home. more than likely you are being exposed to someone who’s sick at walmart, because its either come in sick or get fired.

i work hard. everyone *has* to work hard. you are on your feet 8 hours a day. you can’t sit. there are no surfaces to sit on. some departments are harder than others. i worked in OPD, the online grocery fulfillment department. i would walk, bare minimum, 7 to 8 miles a day, hauling sometimes over 200 pounds of groceries. every day. now i work in the deli. you are constantly moving. this is very typical for the deli - you are given too many tasks to perform in one day. most days i can barely get enough done. i know people don’t take their legally entitled second breaks. I know people who have to work off the clock just to get everything done. my department - as is *most other departments* - is understaffed. i cook, clean, work the slicer, and dispense food at the same time. and trust me when i tell you the standards of cleanliness in my department is high, but in practice it is very, very poor. simply because there is usually only one of us working back there, and we just can’t do everything right all at once.

none of the “fresh” food in the bakery / produce area is fresh. the bread is baked in store, but the dough is made and frozen elsewhere. sometimes it’s been frozen for weeks. everything is shockingly artificial. same with produce. you’re better off buying your produce elsewhere, or even locally. walmart has been fraught with recall after recall.

people are cheated out of retirements. so many people I know that are at retirement age simply can’t. there are people working here in their 70s. they are being overworked. there are a lot of teenagers that work up front. they are being overworked. I know two kids who are disabled that work the register. they aren’t allowed to sit. one had to fight to be able to get a medical accommodation and only got one when he threatened to sue, because not taking a doctor’s note for an accommodation is illegal. they do it anyways. there are so many people i know personally that are disabled, have chronic pain, have mobility issues, and can’t sit. or walk miles and miles a day. one of my coworkers recently quit because she tore both rotator cuffs in her shoulders from this job. this job disables you. it kills you. (just look up how many people have died on the job due to negligence. it is not a small amount.)

even the prices are fake. sales are fake. rollback is fake. i notice how things are priced and they rarely change, even when they say they’re on sale. it’s a scam. you are being scammed.

we are overworked and underpaid for our labor. (speaking of, wages used to be higher by several dollars a couple years ago. they lowered them. my department paid 20 an hour. it only pays 16 now. almost all other departments are at a flat 14. it used to be 16.)

wage theft, lack of breaks, overtime violations, lack of sick leave, chronic understaffing and chronic abuse from management, not terminating employees that sexually harass coworkers, and piles and piles and piles of responsibilities. all of this is to say, walmart only operates because of how much they exploit their workers, and it’s in the top of the Fortune 500 list. it is impossibly dire. and it is in EVERY SINGLE store, because that is just how the work culture operates.

all salaried management is also given guides on union busting. unionization is impossible. there was one store that they completely shut down because of successful unionization efforts, laying off hundreds of people, and blamed it on “faulty plumbing.”

one last thing - if you are assaulted by a customer, you cannot defend yourself. nobody can help you, because none of us are allowed to put our hands in any capacity on a customer. if you are assaulted, you have no choice but to run and hide. I’ve heard of a worker at my store that was assaulted repeatedly over several days from people who would come in and beat her. they weren’t banned, and she was fired for fighting back. if you fight back, you’re fired immediately, no exceptions.

all of this is to say shop elsewhere. buy locally. buy at other stores. you will get better quality items and produce literally ANYWHERE else. if you can’t, be kind to Walmart workers. theres abuse at every step of the chain. even on the supply side. walmart is a corporate dystopian monster that only makes its money off of intense labor violations.

tl;dr don’t shop at walmart. it’s not worth it

[yougavememyopia]

Tsundere X Yandere

Tags: Yandere loner reader, tsundere touch-starved darling, stalking, fingers in mouth, suggestive ;)

Usually I don't do yandere reader but it was fun to write!

The execution of the plan could not be more perfect. No witnesses, no mishaps. Nothing got in your way to have a pretty boy unconscious and captured within your hold. All yours and yours alone.

When you woke your new darling boyfriend, you expected frightened tears. You expected screams of panic. Shock and disbelief. Cursing and profanity. You expected some kind of negative or (rare case) positive reaction. Not... this.

A bored, unamused expression on his face was far from what you were expecting. His eyes judged you up and down. Filled with nothing but apathy to the environment around him.

No reaction to the ropes that hugged his wrists nor the walls surrounded by various pictures of him. Raging from the mundane to the extreme. From eating ice cream outside to a photo of him sleeping. Every single part of his life was documented, and yet he didn't look creeped out at all.

"So... you're my stalker." He muses. An eyebrow raised while he breathed out a sigh. "I knew I was being watched, but no one believed me. I bet they're sorry now for doubting me."

You cleared your dry throat. The nervousness was getting to you, still caught off-gaurd by how unbothered he seemed. You did owe him an explanation, even if he didn't seem to want one.

Your life had been pretty bland and mundane. A lack of socializing left you with a lonely heart. Every day felt like such a drag. Another day that you had to survive. Another day closer to your death.

You decided that had to change. An action had to be taken. You couldn't go your whole life thinking like that. And while, yes—making friends and meeting someone through the normal ways would've been nice—you just... weren’t that kind of person.

You were always a bit crazy. Abnormal. Creepy. "Welcome to your new, forever home." An anxious smile overtook your face. Excitement pumping through your body. This was messed up, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel a hint of regret.

"Yeah, okay. Can we wrap this up? I got somewhere to be." His hands tried to tug their way free, yet those bind was much stronger than him. Another frustrated sigh from his nose as he obviously failed to escape.

"Well... You're not going anywhere. I captured you and now you are mine. That's how these things work, right?"

He just stared at you with a blank face. "Yeah, right. As if I'm going to be living here forever."

Why was he looking at you like that? It seemed like he did not understand how kidnappings worked. "Well, you see, you're tied to a bed. I don't think you can be making demands."

He went silent. The deadpan look on his face not flatering in the slightest. "I see."

This felt more awkward that it need to be. Minutes passed as you started pacing around the room. Rambling and yapping about how it was hard to get into a relationship. Your insecurities. Your fears. Your doubts. All while he bemusingly gazed at you, like a foreigner who didn't understand a single word of English.

You told him about how you learned to tie knots or what kind of drugs were useful. All the trouble with the plan to take him.

"Wow. You went through all that for me?" His tone changed to something lower. A sarcastic grin on his face. "How sweet. You worked so hard to take away my freedom. Good job, freak."

You slowly chuckled. A monster... That was what you turned into. Your hands shaking this entire time while your eyes remained wide. The unhinged forced smile getting bigger. You really did it. You fixed your life.

"Oh, well... I was getting tired of being alone. And you also seemed very alone too." No wonder why. He was a social reject, not very social or outgoing. Thus why kidnapping him was a bit too easy. "You're also pretty cute... W-when you don't speak."

"Great. I'm even hated by my kidnapper. Isn't that something?" He rolled his eyes. "I told you I need somewhere to be. Untie me."

You frowned at his dumb demands. "...I'm quite sure the ice cream truck already closed for the day."

He blushed and turned his head away. "I-I forgot you watched me... Weirdo."

You noticed how he always loved to get the French vanilla once a week after getting out of the house to touch some grass. He was safe, predictable. You knew you would slowly break down his tough exterior and get to the delicious creamy center.

How you couldn't wait to do all the couple things you saw. Gone would be those days where every day was a reminder of how you'd die alone. The mall, the park, literally anywhere. It would finally be safe to enter the real world out there. Escapism can only get you so far.

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"Ah, finally home at last." You muttered under your breath as you made your way inside.

You threw your keys into a drawer and took off your shoes. Immediately, you went to check in on your tied hostage. Seeing him on the bed, watching TV. All comfortable and relaxed. It made you smile.

His eyes switched their focus to you.

"You look like a mess." He stated. Eyes scanning up to down. "Aww~ You had a bad day, right? Gonna take it out on me?"

You rolled your eyes. "Hello to you too, doll."

"That's all I am now, huh? A toy to be played with. Urghh! I hate this. This is dumb. So dumb."

As he started to complain, you were already in the bathroom. Changing your clothes to something comfortable and washing your face. When you came back out, you sat on the bed right beside him. The proximity making your heart beat faster.

"You weren't complaining when I hugged you during the thunderstorm last week." You smirked at him. The memory of him falling asleep on your chest while you rubbed his back fresh on your mind.

You slept on the ground. A comfortable matress beside the bed he slept on. Sometimes watching him sleep, sometimes playing with his soft curls. When you heard him yelp at the sound of thunder one night, you had to hold back a giggle.

He whined. "Fuck you. Fuck this. Fuck everything."

Two fingers on his lips silenced him. His eyes closing in frustration while you lowered your tone. "Hey, be quiet... We agreed that if you behaved—"

He pulled away, "—come on! Technically, you're not supposed to be so strict with the guy you're obsessed with. You should spoil me rotten, right? That's how it works. Serve me, worship me, bow—!"

You forcefully plunged your fingers into his lips, shutting him up. The warmth and wetness of his mouth welcoming you. You've never been so bold with him—always making sure you're gentle and respectful—but slowly, you were realizing how to tame him. Slowly breaking his walls and mending him to your liking.

"Don't bite. You don't wanna make me angry." You warned him gently. His tongue failed to get your index and middle finger out, only accepting his fate when you pushed deeper in. Rubbing the slimy texture and exploring the roof of his mouth. It wasn't long before he started panting, tugging his bindings. "Is it getting too much for you?"

As you pulled away—he coughed slightly—watching you put the saliva covered fingers back into your mouth for a taste.

"Eww... Disgusting. Fucking perv!" He yelled. A bit of drool left at the corner of his lip (since he had no way of wiping it). "And here I thought you couldn't get worse."

You let out a hum. "Mmh~ I get you're not ready for kissing, so I will take anything I can get."

He clicked his tongue, eyes looking anywhere but at you. "Tch... Why don't you spare the humiliation of spitting in my mouth next and get that fucking kiss done with?!?"

You smiled hesitantly, eyebrows furrowing. "What?"

"If you want it so bad, take it. I'm at your mercy, after all. You... can be more assertive. If you're really obsessed with me, then prove it."

You took his chin in hand, closing the distance between you two. Your nose rubbing on his cheek as you drew in closer. Yet, it wasn't close enough. Your parted lips not quite reaching his. He stayed still with closed eyes for a moment. Waiting, longing, but the kiss never came.

"You're so mean.... just... kiss me.... please?"

Your smile widened, tilting his head to an angle and gently pressing your lips against his. Hands making their way to tug his hair, tongue rubbing lewdly against each other. Moans and pants filling the room.

Your hands ran down from his tinted cheeks to his warm neck, to his tensed shoulders to his heaving chest, and finally, it dropped to his thighs. His quivering and shaking lap hiding a certain growing region from view.

Your finger nudged it with purpose, pulling away from him and tilting your head. Watching him bit his lip as you poke it again. "What's this?"

He frowned. "Nothing...?"

"Right, okay." You always had a hard time deciphering if he was actually serious or joking. His sarcastic remarks, his logical reasoning. It was a bit odd, yet endearing.

Your hand left him, making him groan with a frusted huff. "You're the one to talk, y'know. You're a big loser. That's why you kidnapped me. 'Cause you couldn't make any friends or find a date. I was just a helpless guy living my totally eventful life."

You smiled, amused. Patting his head condescendingly thrice and getting up from the bed.

"You're doing this on purpose, right? You just want to see me beg because it makes you horny." He stated as a fact. His voice turned whiny, "I promise I'll behave from now on~ I promise~ Just a little touch~"

You beamed, holding your hands behind you while you stood still in your spot. "Not good enough."

"Are you serious... All that for nothing?" He embarrassingly turned his head to the side. Mumbling something you could clearly hear. "Why do I have to suck up to this insecure bitch?"

"I heard you." You kept the smile on your face. "Usually, people try to be nice to their kidnapper. It's more safe, no? I'm sure you knew that since you're so smart."

"You have no idea what I'm planning. It's a super smart plan from my intelligent brain." His eyes still stayed on the ground. The relaxed look on his face present as always.

"Sure. But perhaps you'd like to say something nicer, or else no one is relieving your little problem."

He finally looked at you to glare, but it held much desperation and begging. A grunt barely audible while you mockingly tilt your head. A teasing smirk on your face.

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Make a decision, doll. It's just a sincere apology and your forever submission."

((Ty anons for all your messages~ I think this is the last additional character (for now), and I'll focus on the existing ones next... Crybaby yan pt4, wink wink~))

[freedomfireflies]

Off the Shelf*

Summary: The second part to 404*

The one where you hate working with Harry and can’t ever seem to agree.

Except on one thing.

Word Count: 3.9k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

(Note: This edit is not mine!! I believe the @ is on it, but full credit to the incredible creator! It's so perfect!!)

“And what seems to be the problem?”

Instantly, you and Harry are at each other's throats.

“I told him two fucking times to check his email for confirmation—”

“She wouldn’t shut up about the goddamn code—”

“—like that’s somehow my fault when he’s never on time—”

“—already in the middle of fucking rewriting the last sequence—”

“—which is ridiculous because I already told him—”

“—can’t do fucking anything when she’s yapping in my ear all goddamn day—”

“Okay, okay, all right,” Mr. Prescott sighs, raising his palms in surrender. “Let’s just take a breath—”

“She’s fucking up our project,” Harry interjects before leaning back. “Sir.”

Mr. Prescott rests his arms on his desk and glances between you. “From what I remember, the two of you agreed to work on finalizing the AI program. Comb through the bugs and whatnot.”

“Yeah, well, that was before he decided it was a waste of his time,” you retort, ignoring Harry’s obvious glare.

“That’s not what I said,” he huffs. “I said that we need to be working on expanding the GUI—”

“Except that wasn’t a part of our job, so—”

“Oh, and what? I can’t try to make the program better?”

“Maybe if you knew how—”

“I got hired for the same fucking job you did—”

“A job you don’t even want to do—”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t do it—”

“Oh, bite me, Harold—”

“All right, all right,” Mr. Prescott interjects, running a hand down his cheek. “Listen, the two of you are more than qualified for the position and perfectly capable of executing the sequence you were designing. I understand it can be hard to collaborate, but this is what you agreed on—”

“I don’t mind collaborating as long as he does what I need him to do,” you correct while Harry scoffs and uses his knuckle to shove his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “He just doesn’t like to listen.”

“If what you were saying was worth listening to, maybe I would,” he agrees. “But until then, I’d like to handle my shit and you can handle yours.”

Stuck without much dispute, you bring your attention back to Mr. Prescott, eager for his response. 

The poor, older gentleman crosses his arms and studies you both, seemingly unconvinced but perhaps too exhausted to fight it. “That’s fine by me. As long as you’re reporting your progress to your supervisors – and to each other – I don’t see why you can’t work on different aspects of the sequence.”

“Thank you, sir,” you exhale, glancing toward your partner who’s already turning around on his heel. “Uh, we really appreciate it. And we won’t cause any more trouble. We swear.”

“She swears,” Harry calls, already halfway out the door. “I don’t swear anything.”

Biting back a snort, you scurry after him and toss Mr. Prescott one final, “Thank you again!” before the door falls shut.

Harry is rounding the corner when you finally catch up, hands shoved into his dark jean pockets, and shoulders slightly tense. It’s not unusual, you suppose. He’s always tense. Muscles rigid beneath his clothing. Lip perpetually stuck between his teeth as he gnaws on the pink fibers until they tear and bleed. And glasses that are always about halfway down his nose from the bouncing of his knee.

He’s striding through the lab like he’s got somewhere important to be, and it drives you fucking mad because he’s technically done for the day. The only thing the two of you have left is a staff meeting with your supervisor before everybody is allowed to head home, and that shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.

But you don’t like when he walks like that. You aren’t sure why, but it’s always irritated you. Like he thinks he’s so goddamn special – so important. Like his presence is so valuable. And even worse, he’s always walking away from you. Like your presence isn’t.

However, instead of going straight to his desk – his favorite hiding spot – he rounds another corner and disappears into the next hall.

You pause, unsure whether or not to follow. He had to have known you were right behind him, so is he leading you somewhere? Or is he simply trying to escape you?

Either option seems likely.

Curiosity outweighs logic, and you continue after him until you manage to find where he’s disappeared to.

He’s hiding in the shadows of the abandoned walkway, lurking near a door you don’t recognize, his eyes now on you.

You skid to a stop, confused and a little cautious of the smirk on his face. “Uh…what? What are you…the hell are you doing?”

“You are so fucking annoying, you know that?” he scoffs, nodding his chin at you. “‘Oh, Mr. Prescott, Harry’s being mean to me. Oh, Mr. Prescott, Harry won’t do what I want.’”

Your eyes narrow at the falsetto tone of voice used to mock you. “Fuck you, I’m just trying to get our shit done and over with so we can move on—”

“Clearly,” he hums, but it’s riddled with sarcasm. “No, yeah. You wasting time going through the same data I’ve already been through is a great use of our time—”

“I’m going through it because I’m trying to make it better—”

“I made it. It was already better—”

“God, you are so fucking dumb—”

“Yeah, and you’re a cunt,” he retorts before he’s reaching for the door and swinging it open. “Get in.”

A bit stunned by the sudden and strange command, you blink. “...what?”

“I said, get. In. What, are you deaf and stupid?”

“Harry, it’s the middle of the goddamn day—”

“Get in the fucking closet, Tinkerbell, before I come over there and make you.”

Your eyes roll but you aren’t about to pretend you aren’t intrigued. Despite your revulsion for him, he seems to be in possession of the cheat code to your sex drive. All it takes is a look or a suggestive comment (or a rather rude demand for you to get inside a tiny storage closet) for you to fall victim to his intentions.

And it’s been that way since you met him. 

Which only makes it that much more infuriating.

You obey – with a pointed scowl – striding past him and into the small space as he follows suit and pulls the door shut.

A light flickers on overhead, allowing you to see Harry’s amused expression as you huff, “Now what—”

He kisses you. Instantly and without a single moment of pause. His palms quickly press to the wall beside your head, caging you between his arms as he takes your tongue between his lip and sucks. 

His glasses are cold against your face. You remember how they used to scratch you when the two of you first started this little arrangement but they don’t as much anymore. You think he might have changed the frames for this very reason, but you aren’t sure.

After all, that would be nice, and Harry isn’t nice.

“Harry—” you pant during a quick gasp for air. “We don’t have time—”

“I’m making time,” he counters, pressing his hips into yours while his mouth moves to your neck.

You want to snort your exasperation, but you’re too far lost in the feel of his body. “I thought you had shit to handle.”

“I do,” he replies smoothly, his hand now curving around your cunt until he can squeeze it tight in his grasp. “This is me handling my shit.”

His touch is unforgiving but incredibly welcome, and you whine softly before quickly reaching for his hair. “I thought I was annoying.”

“You are,” he says, sucking bruises into the space below your ear. “But there’s something about the way you stomp your little foot and tell on me that gets me all hot and bothered.”

You yank on his curls until he hisses, although he’s still much too smug. “So this has nothing to do with the girl who dropped by earlier? Or the fact that you apparently couldn’t finish?”

His eyebrow raises but he’s biting back a smile. “What girl?”

“Ha. Very funny. Are you gonna fuck me or are you gonna try to be cute?”

“Why can’t I do both?” he retorts, grinning wildly before pressing his lips to yours once more. 

It feels familiar, this routine. This dance you’ve so quickly memorized, and it becomes increasingly easier to play along as you scratch your nails against his scalp and tug on the loop of his pants.

His hand slips into your jeans, the tips of his rough fingers smoothing down the front of your panties. A teasing touch, and you jolt in his hold before grabbing onto him harder.

“Harry,” you sigh, lashes fluttering as your head falls back into the wall behind you. “God, just…hurry. Please—”

“No.” It’s an easy response. Cruel, almost. But he’s focused on you. On your body and the way it responds to him. “I’m working right now, Tink. Leave me to it.”

He crouches down, pulling on the fabric around your legs until it pools near your ankles. He seems tantalized by the way your pussy sits so close to his face. The way it looks behind the pale blue cotton with the tiny bow. 

He surges forward and presses his mouth to you. Lapping at the material until there’s a rather obvious wet patch – either from you or him, you can’t really be sure – while making your eyes roll back.

“Shit,” you whimper, once again grabbing onto his curls for stability. “God, Harry…we don’t have time for this.”

He smirks against your cunt before dragging his tongue over your covered clit. “D’ya want me to stop?”

Your lips form around the word, “Yes,” but what comes out is a very strained and breathless, “No. Please, no.”

He grins, large palms kneading on the flesh of your thighs to keep them spread before he lands a firm smack to your leg. “Good girl.”

His technique is sinful. Ruthless yet mesmeric, and you look at him with a kind of wonder you can’t explain.

Harry isn’t anything like what you expected. He’s incredibly smart and focused. He cares about his work to a point of obsession. He’s a perfectionist, through and through. He’s diligent and has a great attention for detail.

And yet this man has the most insatiable appetite for sex. 

His list of kinks is a mile long. He’s out almost every night at bars, at clubs, at parties. He likes degradation, he likes pain, he likes bondage. He likes to bend you over your desk and spank you until your skin is raw and red. He likes to yank on your hair and drag his teeth down your throat. He likes to go deep – likes to go hard and slow. 

You aren’t sure why you assumed he’d be docile and a bit vanilla in bed. Perhaps it was the glasses or the way he always corrected your grammar. Which you know wasn’t exactly a fair assumption, but you didn’t have much else to go on.

Well…until the first time.

“You’re holding your breath,” he murmurs from beneath you, forcing your attention back. “Stop doing that.”

Sucking in a quiet inhale, you oblige. “Sorry.”

You have a rather dangerous habit of taking in large gasps for air when he’s eating you out or making you feel good and then forgetting to release them. Which is all fun and games until you begin to feel a bit lightheaded and nearly pass out. In fact, one time you almost did, and it had scared Harry so bad, he refused to touch you for about a week.

Glancing up to make sure you’ve obeyed, he nods once. “Attagirl.”

Your cheeks warm slightly at the praise – another nasty habit you wish you could break – before he’s diving back in.

Despite the way the seconds are ticking by on your watch, Harry continues to revel in the taste of you, even through your panties. He hums until your legs shake, head bobbing to accompany his mouthing at your pussy.

He enjoys eating you, even like this. He always has and you can’t say you quite understand it. Perhaps it’s the power it gives him. The way you whine and whimper. The way you grab at him and give him everything you have to offer. The way you fucking hate him…yet you still let him in.

“Harry, please,” you nearly groan, tugging on him again. “If you’re gonna fuck me, then fuck me already. We don’t have time.”

He makes a tsking sort of noise before nudging his tongue against the front of your underwear. “God, you’re no fucking fun, you know that? And to think I was actually gonna take my time with you.”

Your expression is playfully unamused, but you can’t deny you’re somewhat curious.

He lands another spank to your leg and stands back up. “But that’s not what you want, huh? You just want me to be quick. Want me to fill you up and send you on your way. Don’t want me to play with you.”

You watch as he flicks his belt open and steps closer to you, a rather salacious look in his eye.

“And wouldn’t that be a shame?” he whispers, long fingers sweeping up the inside of your thigh. “For you to go into that meeting with my cum dripping down your leg? When you can’t do anything about it?”

You feel your breath catch, throat going dry at the way he drags the tip of his nose along your jaw. You want to resist him – you should resist him. And yet… 

“Maybe it would be,” you reply coyly. “If you could get it up.”

To accompany your taunt, you reach down and press your palm to his cock, smirking when he sucks in a sharp hiss through gritted teeth.

“Seems you’ve gone soft on me,” you murmur, squeezing once more for good measure before releasing him. “That’s the real shame.”

The hand beside your head smacks against the wall. “S’cute, Tink. Real fucking cute—”

“Is it because of her?” you ask, straightening up until you can ghost your lips along his. Close, but not close enough. “Could she not take your tiny, little dick down her throat?”

You notice the way he swallows. The way the muscles in his arm flex beside you. The way his lashes flutter angrily from behind his glasses.

“Or could you not get yourself off?” You reach for him again. He's already beginning to harden from your touch – your voice – and despite yourself, your ego swells. “Was it when you were fucking your fist in your car this morning? Were you thinking about her? Is that why you couldn’t get hard?”

Something finally snaps, and instantly, you feel his fingers slipping around your throat. Just hard enough to make you grin. “What if I was thinking about you?”

“Mm. I don’t think so. Said it yourself. If you’re thinking about me…you’re always hard.”

He’s amused by this, squeezing your neck before surging forward to kiss you again. “Naughty little Tinkerbell.”

You smile.

With this, he spins you around and tosses you toward the empty and somewhat dusty bookcase in the corner of the closet. His touch is firm and unrelenting. Perhaps even a little cruel. The way he tugs on your hips as though to punish you. The way he shoves you until you’re bent over the shelf, allowing him access to your body like it’s his right.

And you don’t mind. This is the kind of dominance you’ve come to expect from the quiet yet horny man you work with.

Your underwear is yanked to the ground, the sound of a ripping stitch echoing throughout the small space. You frown but you don’t comment.

His palm smooths along your pussy, cupping it somewhat gently before his thumb flicks across your clit. He just wants to see you jump. Make you whine and push back into his touch. 

You hear him chuckle. “Easy, princess. Gotta make sure you’re ready first.”

“I’m ready, just go,” you huff, staring down at the dust beneath you. 

His finger slides inside your cunt, feeling you out for only a moment before retreating. “I don’t know. Seem a little tense.”

“If I’m with you, I’m tense,” you retort, making him smile. “Go already.”

“Now, now,” he warns, slipping in a second finger. “You wouldn’t rush Picasso, would you?”

You groan. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Harry—”

“What?” He’s enjoying himself. “I’m the painter, and you are my art.”

“No, you’re fucking irritating, that’s what you are.”

“Oh, come on, I thought girls liked sappy analogies like that.”

“No, they like to get fucked. So, hurry up already.”

He lands another smack to your ass before dipping down to whisper, “As you wish.”

You hear the sound of him pulling himself out before you feel the tip of his cock dragging through your arousal. Collecting every drop while slowly pushing in.

He’s right, you are tense. And the stretch that accompanies his large size is enough to make you wince, yet…you love it.

Despite the slight pain, it feels good. Full in every sense of the word, and you focus on the deep breaths you’re taking as your nails begin to curl into the shelf. 

Through clenched teeth, Harry calls, “You okay, Tink?”

“Mhm,” you hum, lashes fluttering shut. “This is easy. In fact, you could go faster, actually.”

He exhales a strained laugh, readjusting his hands on your hips. “Funny.”

“Yeah, I’m hysterical.”

He pushes in a bit further but still slow. He knows your body well enough to know what it can handle. And he understands his size is a touch above average. 

Although he never lets you forget it.

“Being so brave,” he coos with a playful air of condescension. “My brave girl, yeah? Taking it like a champ.”

“Bite me, Styles.”

“Yeah? Just tell me where.”

You get ready to respond, but your remark is ripped from your throat when he suddenly drives in to the hilt. Ripping off the band aid and giving you exactly three seconds to adjust before he begins to fuck you.

The push and pull is everything. The pace, the anger, the pain. His hand is against your scalp, keeping you bent and pliable to his intentions. He’s grunting softly, slowing down just to speed back up. He listens to the noises you make, the way you clench around him. And he uses that to decide what he does next.

Your heart is hammering in your chest and your stomach is doing cartwheels. It’s as though this is the first rush of relief you’ve felt in weeks. Your hands can’t do it. Your vibrator can’t do it. Not even the guy you met at the bar could do it. 

Nobody can do it like he can.

And you fucking hate it.

He lets go of your hair to reach around and slip his hand up your shirt. Finding your tit and giving it a nice squeeze before slapping his palm along the tender flesh. “Oh, you like that, princess, don’t you?”

You nod faintly, whimpering from the subtle sting, silently requesting he do it again. 

So, he does. “S’cute how much you love when I hurt you. Makes me think you might even like me.”

You manage to scoff between unhinged whines. “Shut up, Harry.”

“What? It’s the truth, isn’t it?” he continues. “You like me more than you think you do. That’s why you always do what I ask. Like a good girl.”

You sneak a glimpse over your shoulder, studying the crooked angle of his glasses, and the slight smirk on his face. 

He’s cute, you think. He’s always been kind of cute, but he’s especially cute when he’s ripping you apart from the inside out.

He meets your eye and travels his fingers down to your clit. “Need more, don’t you?”

But you don’t just need more. You need everything. 

He pinches you tight and readjusts his stance to make sure he’s fucking into you at just the right speed. Just the right place to make your back arch and your toes curl. 

“Gonna have to cum for me,” he grits, the graveled request woven between your anxious moans. “You wanted quick, so be fucking quick.”

You nod your agreement, the pleasure at the base of your spine building until it becomes your singular focus. 

You hadn’t realized you were this worked up. Hadn’t anticipated being so close to release after such a short amount of time but maybe Harry was right about something else. Maybe fighting with him is your aphrodisiac.

The first few sparks explode behind your eyelids, taunting you with more as he begins to groan softly from behind you. 

“Fucking shit—” His hips are slapping into your ass, the sound of your arousal being fucked into you by his cock like music to your ears. “There you go, princess. Just like that – keep squeezing me. Yeah…fuck.”

He’s close and you clench around him to get him closer, needing to feel him fill you more than you need air in your lungs. 

When he does, it tips the rest of the dominos. One after the other until everything is falling apart. The warmth of his cum inside of you, the pulsing of his cock in your pussy, the scattering of pleasure between your thighs.

And he sounds so beautiful. Rough and exceedingly desperate. The most perfect, delicious sound and it makes your stomach flip in the most excruciating way. You could listen to him for hours. Could get off to his voice alone, the way he grunts and moans for you. The way he says your name through a heated curse and spanks his hand along your ass.

“S’fucking good, Tink,” he exhales, tightening his hold on your waist to keep you upright and steady. “Milk me, baby, come on. Fucking take it.”

You can feel him dripping down your legs. Can feel the heat and the soreness already settling but you thrive off it. Indulge in the way he takes care of you for a moment more before finally pulling out and turning you around.

He checks your face for signs of distress. Brows furrowed and expression scrutinous from behind his glasses. You can tell he’s got another sarcastic comment locked and loaded but before he can fire it, you reach up, and slip the frames from his nose.

Then, you kiss him. Hard and with fervor. It’s oddly passionate – perhaps filled with the lingering frustration from your previous altercation. But you don’t mind. It feels like him.

After a minute or two, you pop off his tongue, return his glasses to nose, and shove him back. “And now we’re gonna be late.”

He smiles to himself, stepping closer once more to run his thumb just beneath your eye. Collecting what you assume are dried tears and runny mascara. “Oops.”

However, before you can pull your jeans back on, Harry is crouching down and grabbing onto the material for you.

He pulls your panties up and secures them around your hips, ignoring the sticky cum beginning to seep out of your pussy. 

Confused, your eyes narrow. “Har—"

“I told you,” he says calmly while zipping your jeans. “You’re gonna go into that meeting with me inside you.”

You feel your heart skip.

“But maybe if you’re good,” he whispers before looking up with a devious wink, “…I’ll do something about it.”

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[ohdeerfully]

hello there!

was wondering if I could request Alastor and reader having a debate over whether radio or the newspaper is better than the other (reader was a journalist in 1930’s New York in their past life). Heated debate that ends with fluff.

thank you!❤️❤️

hi thanks for the request!! honestly it doesnt really end with fluff, more just alastor being confused and also confusing, and im super sorry for that :sob: but i hope u enjoy it anyway!!! kiss kiss

What Would the Papers Say

Alastor x Reader (not explicitly romantic)

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Alastor stood in front of you, a tight smile and narrowed brows decorating his face as he stood ominously over you. You swallowed, hard, as you had to crane your neck significantly to look him in the eyes. He waited impatiently for your words, his smile inching to become larger and more sinister by the second.

You took a deep breath and steadied your gaze against his, staring into his maliciously red eyes.

“Why can’t you just admit your wrong,” You said snidely, “The newspaper reached so many more people. And gave more people jobs. And was just better in general, really.”

Alastor laughed at you with closed eyes, something he would tend to do in arguments. He liked to make the other person feel ridiculous. 

“How wrong that is!” He snapped back, eyes settling on you again. “My dear, the radio had much more value. Could your rolls of paper play music? Speak to people? All I see is a boring, colorless, dry wad of useless writing.”

You balled your fists in anger, restraining yourself from getting physical. You wouldn’t be able to land anything, anyway, so there was no point in trying. 

“That ‘useless writing’ was my life’s work, you dick!” You spat, heart clenching slightly at the thought of him considering something so important to you useless. “Some people don’t like to listen to an annoying asshole yap in their ear for forty minutes!”

Alastor waved his hand dismissively at your attempt at an insult, his smile never faltering in the slightest. If anything, it grew wider when he saw your growing frustration. “But more people like listening to the asshole’s stories than reading the drab paper, no? News travels so much faster verbally! Why else do you think the paper lost popularity after the radio was introduced?”

You lost any response you had, eyes falling to the floor in defeat. Your stomach churned with unease, hating that you were losing an argument to Alastor. Yeah, it was hard to win against him in the first place, but it still pissed you off.

“At least we had fun comics to read…” You muttered in a weak attempt at a retort, folding your arms.

Alastor only barked a laugh in response, stepping forward and grabbing your chin with his sharp claws to tilt your eyes back up to him. He wanted to see your eyes glimmer with defeat, it was something he loved to see when he beat somebody in an argument—especially over something they were so passionate about.

However, his smile weakened by a hair when he saw your eyes, slightly shining with held back tears. You still had a look of frustration and you were confidently staring right back at him, but for once… he didn’t really like the look of miserable defeat. Not on you. 

Alastor’s grip on your chin dropped so fast, as if you burned him, and his eyes darted away from yours. His brows were furrowed in what you perceived as confusion, but the expression vanished nearly as soon as you recognized it. 

“Agree to disagree, then,” He said finally, looking back down at you through slitted eyes. He turned with a dramatic flourish, briskly walking away. He turned his head slightly towards you as he spoke one last time, “though, the radio’s never been used for fire kindling.”

Alastor did not like the way you made him feel. He didn't like that your grief made his own emotions go haywire. He was going to find out what it was about you that made him feel... weak, was it? He wasn't sure, but he just needed to get out of there.

You cursed at him, though he paid your words no mind. You could tell by the way his ear flicked in your direction that he had at least heard your frustrations. You finally let your confident face fall, and with a pout you traveled towards the hotel lobby. You needed a drink.

“Bold to argue with Alastor like that,” Husk gruffly commented as you sat down, slumping your shoulders. His arms were folded over his chest, and you awkwardly rubbed your arm.

“You heard all that?”

“You aren’t exactly the quietest.”

You sighed, resting your head against your palm and drumming your free hand against the bartop. “That’s embarrassing,” You said simply, chewing on the inside of your cheek. It wasn’t uncommon for racket in the hotel, but you typically held yourself to a higher standard than being the cause of said racket.

Even though you were upset about the argument, you couldn’t help but visualize that expression on his face when he looked at you earlier. What was that? Concern? Regret? Or were you just reading too much into it? And why did he leave the room so quickly?

You pondered over this as Husk slid a drink over towards you, the glass leaving a watery trail from building condensation. You gave him a small smile and silently sipped at it for a few minutes.

You tried to tell yourself you didn’t care one way or another what those emotions Alastor displayed were. He was a jerk. He put you down for what you were passionate about, and what you had dedicated your life too. What a dick. You didn’t care. Nope.

With a groan, you tilted your head back to finish the glass and nodded a thanks to Husk again before you made your way up the hotel stairs. Without realizing it, your legs seemed to take you to a particular floor and to a particular room that you would’ve rather avoided. You briefly wondered how strong that drink was that Husk gave you.

You held your fist up, paused for a few seconds, and then knocked. Why were you even here in the first place? You weren’t going to apologize. You opened the door yourself when you heard a faint ‘come in,’ slowly pushing it forwards and cracking it open just enough to peek your head through. Your eyes trailed around the room before you finally saw the demon in a bayou-like setting. 

Alastor was sitting leisurely on a metal chair, one leg thrown over the other as he sipped on a mug. His eyes were barely open as he relaxed, and you could only slightly tell that he was looking at you.

“It’s rather impolite to interrupt somebody’s alone time,” He quipped as you walked the rest of your body into the room. “Especially somebody you pestered and yelled at only an hour ago.”

You bit back an angry comment, and kept your breathing level. You shouldn’t let him get under your skin like this. You clenched your fists, but otherwise maintained a cool attitude. You walked towards the corner of the room, examining the scenery before you. You wondered if the forest was actually that big, or if the wall was just an extremely well illustrated illusion. It wouldn’t surprise you if Alastor was eccentric enough to manifest a whole bayou in his own room.

Alastor looked up at you from his seated position, though he still seemed incredibly tall even as he sat. He had a grin spread across his face, and his head tilted slightly at you.

“Need something?” He tried prompting a word out of you. You hadn’t said anything since coming in, and curiosity began gnawing at his thoughts. He was frustrated, truthfully, about the earlier experience he had with his own confused, jumbled thoughts.

You honestly didn’t know why you came to his room. You didn’t really know what to say. You weren’t going to apologize or grovel for forgiveness, and you knew he would never ever admit he was wrong, either.

“You know,” You started slowly, voice just above a mutter. “The newspaper and radio could’ve worked together… one doesn’t have to be better than the other.”

Both grin and eyes widened at your comment. A wave of Alastor’s hand materialized an identical chair across the table, and you sat yourself neatly—and, a bit awkwardly—when he gestured for you to join him.

“What a thought,” He replied, bringing the mug to his lips again. His comment didn’t really give you any insight to what he actually thought about your statement. Though, you should’ve guessed. He has a superiority complex so big he would never admit to anything being on an equal level to him.

Still, you smiled weakly at him. You watched as his gaze studied you, maybe a bit too intently, and you momentarily saw that strange expression shift across his features. Just as before, you barely had time to consider it before it vanished.

“Tell me,” Alastor said, leaning back into his chair. A mug manifested in front of you as he spoke, and with a smell you could tell it was your favorite tea. You wondered if he actually knew, or if it was just something he could do magically. “If you are so keen on the radio and paper working together…”

He paused dramatically, and you clenched your jaw in response. How aggravating his knack for showmanship could be.

“Would you care to make a deal?” There was a sinister look in his eyes as he said the words, his grin twisting up his face with his sharp teeth bared at you. You felt a prickling at your neck, a bit uncomfortable.

“I don’t really… want you to have my soul, dude,” You responded, fiddling your fingers around the rim of the mug in front of you. 

That sinister expression lightened, and he cheerfully waved a hand at you. “No, no, no,” He laughed, leaning forward and letting his elbows rest against the table. “No soul contract. Just… say, a mutually beneficial partnership. Radio Demon and Newspaper Demon. Interesting, right?”

“I… guess,” You replied slowly, considering it. Hey, if your soul wasn’t involved, what was the big deal? How much power could Alastor hold over you if he didn’t have your soul?

A lot, probably.

You shrugged. “Sure, deal.” 

Immediately after your response, a shining sheet of paper and an outdated quill appeared in front of you. You eyed Alastor warily as you took the sheet, reading over the terms of your deal. Honestly, it didn’t seem that bad. It only really iterated your loyalty to him, and in return he’d give you the same. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a weird attempt at courting you. Weird.

Your eyes moved back to Alastor, who was watching you intensely. He had that strange expression once again, and it was starting to frustrate you. Why did he keep looking at you like that? And what did it mean? The room was silent for a few moments, save for the flickering noise of the ever-present radio frequency that followed the demon in front of you.

You took the quill, signed, and after a dramatic flash of light the paper was gone and you saw Alastor sitting with his eyes closed in an overly pleased smile. He clapped his hands together for a moment, before settling his sharp gaze on you once again.

“Well, my dear,” He leaned his chin on top of his hands, which were clasped together. He had a dangerous glint in his eye. “Mind if I take you for lunch to celebrate our new partnership?”

[littlestarbigsky]

alright gang time to talk abt the parry dads au🫶🏻

i’ve kinda touched on this au before (check the au in the tags if you’re curious lol) but i’ve been cooking with this au for a MINUTE,, like i’ve been yapping abt this w @youllneverseeonascreen since like,, november lmao

pls send asks abt this au i could actually talk about it forever i fear

alright let’s go‼️

it was after the rumble (and for my own sanity, johnny and dally are both still alive :p ) but paul, 19 years old and sick of college, was sitting in the diner, having just seen darry for the first time in two years and his ass kicked by a bunch of hoods. he was angry, desperate, and stupid.

he found a girl at the bar, the prettiest one he could get, eliza, and he started talking to her. one thing led to another, they laughed, they kissed, they went home together. things escalated, and two months later, eliza called to tell him she was pregnant.

things moved quickly after that. she dropped out of school to have the baby, they moved in together, had a quiet wedding, and paul got a job to try and be a breadwinner for the family. they figure out pretty fast that neither of them swing that way (iykyk) but maybe they could commit to each other. he was still trying to get his business degree so he could join his father’s company, even if he wasn’t sure he even wanted that. still, they were happy. loved eliza, or at least he was pretty sure he did. even though nothing compares to what he used to feel, but he can’t have that anymore.

everything changed the day his little girl, stella, was born, six weeks early and fighting from day one. she was a week old before he even got to hold her, and his sole focus was to do anything he could for her, not realizing that eliza had become completely withdrawn. she stopped caring about paul and the baby. this baby was going to be messed up forever and she wouldn’t let herself get caught up in it.

paul though? he was with the baby every minute of the day, sleeping in chairs and on waiting room sofas, signing off on whatever medicines and treatments the doctors recommended, she was going to get through this, he needed her to. her lungs weren’t fully developed, and her fine motor skills would be affected, and she was just tiny.

but, of course, she made it through. they brought her home, eliza doing just enough to be considered a mom, but paul did all of her breathing treatments and took her to physical therapy once a week. when she was old enough to start talking and had a stutter, he took her to speech therapy. he worked on helping her to use her fingers and hands, coloring, working on puzzles, anything he could to keep her from falling further behind.

fast forward a few years…

i’ve always imagined paul had a sister who was much older (her names penny,, ive also done a whole info dump on her lmao) and her apartment complex was having some exterior work done, and she recognized darry within about three seconds. “hey, you’re the kid my idiot brother kept trying to sneak out in the morning, right?”

darry didn’t know what to say, because really, he had expected penny to hate his guts, but the next time paul was over, she waved him down and had him come over to say hi. the tension in the room was other worldly, what can a person say after 5 years? and truthfully, they don’t get the chance to, because stella comes sprinting out and jumps on darry, thinking he’s her dad. she jumps right back when she realizes he isn’t and paul picks her up and calmly tells her that darry is an old friend, and that he doesn’t mind.

penny makes lunch, insisting that darry stay (and also because she is thoroughly enjoying watching the two of them and how uncomfortable they are). eventually, paul asks penny if she can watch stella while he is in court. darry asks why he needs to go, and he explains that he’s getting divorced and that he and eliza are in the middle of a nasty custody battle.

and without thinking, darry says he’ll watch her.

again, ask me literally anything you want to know abt this au,, i’m so obsessed UGH

[the-dalseum-duet]

shivah and murdah not-fic pt 1 baby

NOTE: BEFORE ANY OF YOU FREAKS COME FOR ME, NO I OBVIOUSLY DO NOT CONDONE PEDOPHILIA OR GROOMING OR TEACHER STUDENT RELATIONSHIPS. REPRESENTATION DOES NOT EQUAL SUPPORT. EVERYONE IN THIS DAMN AU MAKES HORRIBLE CHOICES. ok thank you

So we left off at Crow and Strike texting abt how they’re going to meet up at the Shiroganes’ house to get freaky. Strike mentions that both her dad and Mako are gone. Crow has five missed calls from Mako but chooses to ignore them after the argument they had the night before. Strike mentions wanting to see Jennifer’s Body, and Crow says he’ll be down to go see it.

If you know anything about the plot of Jennifer’s Body… that fore is covered in shadows rn. 

But minutes before this, Strike got into it with Mako over Mako telling his dad that she and Crow have been fucking. Which is untrue. Strike’s obsession with this little bird boy is overtaking her, but she can’t afford to give into it yet. Until Mako uses their relationship against them to try to get out of trouble. Strike tweaks out on him about this and ends up throwing a knife at Mako’s head, aiming for his eye. She misses and slices open his ear. Mako, who hates blood, dips and freaks out. He locks himself in the bathroom and tries to take care of his injury, but Strike is actively pounding on the door screaming at him. 

She’s not normal. Crow just has not seen this side of her yet. Mako, though. Mako knows it well. 

After applying some peroxide and a towel and all that, Mako knows his only safe bet is to escape out the window into the pouring rain. Except his keys have been confiscated, so he can’t leave. He doesn’t even know where he would go. Crow is pissed at him, which isn’t a big deal, but it is to the fearful teenage brain. So he makes a much worse decision. 

He runs to the nearest subway station and goes to the center of the Cocktail quarters to Gale’s apartment. Mako lives maybe twenty minutes out from the city.

Keep this distance in mind. No reason.

The lights are all off, so he breaks in under the impression Gale isn’t there. But Gale is, indeed. He’s sad and pathetic and daydrinking and reading some old poetry book. Mako is just in survival mode and goes “hey dude i’m using ur shower. don’t worry about it” and Gale ofc freaks out like “GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT?? THE FUCK” but mako is like “i had no where else to go man. I needed to talk to you anyway” and closes the door and takes himself a nice warm shower. Internal monologue about how he knows he is attractive. Bc Mako lowkey is fine shit. Tall. Lean. Clear skin. He’s who I aspire to be. And he shows a bit of his teenage bitchiness here with “Crow could never understand this. he can afford the emo punk rock lifestyle bc he has nothing going for him. I’m throwing my entire life away for this guy. I have so much potential and Crow’s nothing compared to me. But damn it. I want to throw my entire life away for this old ass man. But I can’t jerk off in his shower. That’s rude. Even though the thought of me smelling like him is really fucking hot. His soap smells really good. Shit.” 

And after his very deep introspective session he’s like “fuck. I have no clean clothes” and has to yell at Gale to get him some. and. this is where everything is over before it even starts. 

Mako stumbles out all pathetic in Gale’s oversized Cambridge shirt yapping about “after all this shit, I don’t even know what I want anymore. I thought I wanted ucla but is this really what I want? do I want this lifestyle? what if I’m wasting my time? what if I’m not good enough once I get there? I’m fucking cooked”

and Gale, half-sober, is like “look mako you’re going to be safe. you’re not going to be like me. you’re going to get a good job because you’re a smart kid. you’re not going to get fired because you had an inappropriate relationship with a student”

and mako’s like “wait you actually got fired? omfg I’m going to kill my dad you don’t deserve that.”

Gale’s like “yeah he and Noeul threatened to take me to court if I didn’t resign lol”

but mako’s dumbass. god bless him and his fuckass thought process. “but no this is good! this wasn’t what we were meant to do!! we can go out to the British countryside and leave all the naysayers behind. they don’t understand us. we were meant for each other obviously.”

and Gale’s like “bitch what we broke up. I broke up with you for a reason”

and mako is not innocent here either. I am not victim blaming. I’m just saying he REALLY FUCKING WANTED to be the victim. if I were Gale Porter I too would have folded if a tall, pretty boy was kneeling by my bedside smelling like my own favorite body wash and his slutty little shoulder was peeking from my t shirt. mako BEGS him to take him back. he goes on this tirade about how UCLA and his future means nothing if he can’t have Gale which is. not true. but sheltered gay teenager in 2009 behavior you know. 

and Gale finally gives in and says he loves him (big deal bc he refused to throughout any of the excerpts when they were actively together) and they make out by candlelight and plan to ditch Dalseum and go to Britain together. nightmare situation I’m shuddering. 

back at the shirogane house, Kai returns from his minor errand of like. girl who fucking knows. the post office or some shit. had to get stamps? may or may not burst in on Strike fisting Crow because he was fucking screaming so loud that they didn’t hear him walk back into the house. fisting hurts it’s ok crow. he’s a fuckin virgin and strike’s over here trying to rip him apart. 

and Kai’s just like “whatever. I don’t care anymore. as long as neither of you are getting pregnant it’s fine.” bro has been worn down by his dumbass kids “where is mako”

strike says “idk. he just left” GIRL YOU TRIED TO ASSAULT HIM

Kai’s like “okay… if he’s not at your house Crow… and he’s not here… where the hell is he??” 

Strike notices he left his phone behind. Kai’s like “there’s only one explanation for this. and it means I’m pressing fucking charges. we ride at dawn I want Porter’s head on a spike”

but there’s really no way of telling where he is. they just wait for mako to get back home. 

but mako never goes back home. he just stays with Gale, who plans to go back to cocktail to get his stuff from his classroom. and then they dip. 

and then.

the day of reckoning.

the next Friday. 

strike and crow go on their little date. they watch the movie they have a good time whatever. crow gushes about the panic! song. fuckin autistic loser. me too crow

but afterwards strike is like “hey I have a surprise for you :)” and drives out to the school? for some reason? 

crow’s like “tf are we doing here lol” and strike leans down beneath her seat to grab something. crow’s like “oh it’s a new vibrator or something”

no crow it’s actually a gun

and he’s like “heyyy strike um. what’s. what’s this” and she says “I mayyy or may not have forged a memo from your dad to Gale that they needed to have a meeting to finalize the details of his resigning. he should be here soon.”

crow’s like “oh ok understandable”

and she waxes poetic about how she’s a carnal creature. she likes to fuck. she likes the thrill of the kill. until she met crow, she just masturbated and fantasized. during training, she just killed animals. squirrels. birds. dogs, even. but now that she’s fucked for real, she wants to see some real blood.

and crow’s just like. “that’s a little odd but like… if you’re gonna kill someone kill this bitch. fuck him for ruining mako” 

but strike yanks a knife from her pocket and pins Crow down in the backseat and says “the line between love and hatred is real thin, crow. and I love you so much. if it turns into hatred, it’ll be catostrophic. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t tell a single soul”

and crow agrees bc he gets behind her message. she puts her blade back up. 

Gale finally shows up. She shoots him point blank right there in the parking lot for everyone to see once school is back the next week. Gale fucking dies. They dip back out to their respective houses with each other’s date as an alibi. 

oooh I’m going to bed now but what will happen next?? truly suspenseful truly suspenseful. spoiler crow and strike fuck. a lot more. guys calm down. please. time and place. right after a murder is not the time nor place.

[noodles-even-less-stable]

EEEE I MISS U TOO NOODLEEE I missed the last stream I think I had a migraine or smth but I’m still lurking and reading ur posts hehehe

For my tattoos I drew them on me to be silly and I got too silly so next Tuesday and the bestie r going for tattoos and Chinese hehehe

So the first one is from Tokyo Mew Mew bc it was my first manga and anime (besides Pokémon and Naruto, my brother introduced those to me). It’s Ichigo’s Mew Mark and she’s always been my fave and I just absolutely love the series and have had the manga for YEARSS and ugh I just love tmm so much. The original artist passed away and she was fr such an inspiration (Mia Ikumi) she was only 42 and died of a brain hemorrhage. She just inspired me in art in so many ways and I just love tmm and the ocs ppl make it’s just so comforting ahh.

The second is the one that’s gonna match with my bestie lol. It’s gonna be kind of that but done by the actual tattoo artist so I’m sure it’ll look nicer with their stencil lol. Just a little SpongeBob with a jellyfish and net and flower cloud. Bestie is getting Patrick!!! His tatts are already on his right and I’m getting mine on my left bc we both like. Idk how to describe it but it only feels right and “balanced” for me to be left and his to be right. (We r both almost the exact same nd like we both have autism ocd adhd yadda yadda hehe we get each other)

We both just love SpongeBob and it just makes me so happy whenever I see him like idk irrationally happy and next week it’s going to be on me FOREVERRRRR!!! Bestie is gonna also get his eyebrow pierced bc he has been wanting it sooo bad and now I’m giving him an excuse.

My parents are going to HATE it but like damn I’m 26 and the world will not have ended so. They haven’t pointed out the drawing on myself so I’m kinda thinking I’ll just not address it and see how long it takes them to notice (it took them two weeks to notice I got bangs once and it took a week or so for them to notice I dyed my dishwater blonde hair BLACK so. Might take a minute!) my dad is mega old fashioned boomer energy bc with any tattoos no one will ever hire me ever at all (I have a job rn and at the last two jobs I’ve had my MANAGERS had wayyyy more tatts he just is crotchety) my friends r joking like gaslight them and I’m just like ykw mama did teach me smth it’s about time I use it lol

Another example of how they don’t notice ANYTHING is that it’s been like. At least a year. Of this cobweb on the stairs to the second level having a dead bug just chillin. Took three months for step mom to notice I put cartoon characters on the frames of her family photos. If I hadn’t shown them my undercut (that step mom thinks is horrible) they would have never noticed even if my hair was up.

When I showed her my hair she thought it was cute and looked good and thick and fluffy as usual until I showed the undercut and then it was terrible and thin and flat and what will I do when it grows out (shave it??? Deal with it??? As one does with hair??? I actually need to shave it lol I got the undercut bc my hair is so thick and takes so much product to keep silky and clean so it’s easier AND feels lighter and less sweaty in summer sooo). Ok yap sesh over thanks for letting me spill lol LOVE U NOODS ♥️♥️♥️🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Lol I love the Spongebob one. I have seen it before and it's always adorable!

Yeah you're an adult they can't really tell you to not get a tattoo it not. But who am I to say, my parents still comment about my piercings and tattoos and I haven't lived with them since I was 18 lol

Lub you too 💖💖💖💖💖

Sorry for the short responses my brain is goop 🫠 I appreciate you and your yapping though 💖

[nyx-thedragon]

Town High School's Newsies Production Update (April 16, 2025)

ok if you read my last post, you'll have expected this. here's the update.

1- Opening day is next Friday (April 25th; next week is hell tech week) and they are finally going to learn the rest of "Seize the Day" after school today. because the director hasn't been doing a very good job of making sure the coreographer can be at rehearsals or something so they can learn everything in time, i guess. (side note: the coreographer is the mom of two cast members (twins) who are seniors this year and are playing Medda and Katherine and they are going to fucking kill it i'm so excited to see them perform)

2- "Santa Fe" is still Bad. according to my brother Bird, via texts he sent me yesterday during rehearsal when he had some downtime i guess: "[B] claims hes been practicing like a lot; didn't know half the words; flat on every single high note; yknow how MY OLD FRIEND is high up; he did it the same as the SANTA FE right before; [he then sent me a voice note of him singing it as a demonstration]; [B] does this thing where he is flat on a note and he will drop off it immediately" (all of these were sent as separate messages, which is why there's a semicolon after all of them)

y'all. i'm getting mad second-hand embarassment for B right now. it's gonna be sooo bad for him oh my gods

3- as of yesterday, Bird's outfit is finished - all the pieces needed have been acquired, so that means that a week out from the first performance, last minute costume pieces are still being acquired. not the best thing.

4- one of the actors, the girl who was cast as Buttons, has not shown up to any rehearsals since before spring break, which was March 17-22. at this point, i think she quit the musical and just forgot to tell the director, which is not good bc it messes stuff up bc according to Bird, Buttons has a good amount of lines that now have to be given to other background characters i guess.

idk, man. the whole thing sounds like a big old fucking mess, which is gonna look really bad on the director if the show crashes and burns (which i'm hoping does Not happen). it's her first year at the school and she decided to spend like $3,000 on the rights to Newsies, a very famous musical that people love and will go to watch with at least a little bit of an expectation of what they're going to see, without knowing the students she was going to be working with well enough to make good casting decisions (as shown by her choice for Jack). also according to my coworker, who happens to be another cast member, the director claims to have directed Newsies before, which i think is bullshit because of everything that's happened/been going on.

i just really want the cast to feel good about the performances they did at the end of the weekend - especially the seniors, because i was in a production with some of them before, and they're all very talented and i would hate to see them not be happy with their final performance before they graduate, y'know?

anyway, this is only part of the stuff that i've heard and there's definitely more that i've been told, and more that has happened that i haven't been told about. i just wish that everything had been done way better at the beginning, and that the director had started everything a lot earlier than she did. idk. i've not been hearing very good things about the director; Bird does not like her all that much.

anyway. this post is long enough. all of these update posts on the production have mainly just been for me to get the stuff off my chest/out of my brain to other people without having to yap to my friends (who aren't as crazy about newsies as i am) about it.

that's all for this update. gonna go work on school stuff now because i'm very behind on my work. have a good day/night

[zephyrusz]

"the other one" mentioned in my elric post. not proud of this drawinb eygh

like. fifteen minute doodle of cassian !! what a guy

time to yap!! its all yap you follow this blog for a reason! you know what time it is its time to yap about my ocs nobody really cares about !! all yap!!

warning for blood and murder.... slight implications of suicide as well :(

cassian has always been a self-centered man. not in a bad way when he was younger, he just valued his own feelings over others. he thinks he got those traits from his father. "how am i supposed to care when im too tired to?" was his signature phrase. it made sense to him, why manage others when you cant manage yourself?

he enjoyed acting as a role model to his younger siblings, they looked up to him. they wanted to be like him. that, for a teenager, could be the best possible thing. his life was great for a few months, he had a lovely girlfriend, daphne, his job as a carpenter was stable. just like his father, his coworkers had said. his mother seemed genuinely happy (he tried to ignore how it lined up with the absence of his father while the man was at work) and his siblings loved him.

being the oldest, he fell into a natural protector role, keeping the rest of his siblings safe. he went along with his role pretty well. until he ordered harper and elric to stay put, scrambling off to where he heard a gruesome scream come from. his mother, on the ground and trembling. next thing he knew, elric had charged his father in a futile attempt to knock him to the ground, harper rushing to their mothers side, both his siblings disobeying his order. he was too busy keeping harper from crying he hadnt accounted for the weapon still in his fathers hands, now stuck deep in elrics throat.

that moment was when his happy life was ruined. elric fell, his father soon to follow. he had to hold harper back, covering their eyes with a bloody palm to keep them from witnessing their fathers own suicide. he saw his father stop moving and turned his focus to the boy he couldve saved, drowning in his own blood. he told him to let go. it was useless fighting, no matter how much he hated to admit it.

in just a minute, he had hidden harper underneath their parent's bed, told them hed be back, and set off to find help. it was only after he had broken into a sprint, rushing through the woods until he couldnt feel his legs and he reached the market had he thought of a plan. he needed to leave. he loved harper with all his heart, but they were nothing short of a liability. they were noisy and annoying, and he would only snap if he actually had to put up with them alone. he couldnt go back. harper was an overthinker, he knew that, they could easily believe he had died out there. he had to start a new life, urging daphne to come with him, ignore the blood that stained his clothes, just come with. with her agreement, the two fled to france, living with some of her relatives.

for the next five years, his past life hadnt crossed his mind. save from the occasional nightmares of elric screaming and yelling at him for leaving harper behind, he mostly put it behind him. he had his life back. a wonderful fiance, a child expected soon.

hopefully, the mysterious old letter he found at work wouldnt ruin any of it.

[hiraethwa]

hello Ave!!! What lovely weather we’re having <3 welcome to inbox infiltration season 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

On today’s menu I have *checks clipboard* ah, yes I see now. Hq analysis of my favorite? That seems right. where to begin with the anomaly that is Oikawa Tooru??? I’m so in love with this man omg (okay, this isn’t a yap about how hot I find him goodness). He’s such a good character, I mean they’re all good characters. But I especially like his character. If given the chance I will yap about him <3

he spends his early years in love with volleyball but over time grows to hate the sport. he would never see it as hate though, he doesn’t see it as anything other than love. but his love for volleyball turned into an obsession with being number one. that’s fairly common with athletes i’ve heard !! but he makes me so sad oml. he never sees himself as good enough.

there’s always someone he perceives as being in his way </3 when really the only person stunting his growth is himself…he’s holding himself back by not taking proper care of himself. he trains for hours on end to the point of injury (ankle injury. fandom i will never forgive you for gaslighting me into thinking he hurt his knee). he trains and trains and trains to exhaustion and the only person who sees it is Iwaizumi :( and he tries to help his friend but it’s hard to help people who don’t want to be helped.

he has so many challenges that he perceives but the time he does his best is after losing. (correct me if i’m wrong chat </3) he won his first set against Shiratorizawa after having a huge personal loss (being benched <//3). he needs to trust himself and i believe that’s similar to what Iwaizumi tells him lol. (it’s been a minute since I’ve watched this part of hq go easy on me chat :( ) once again we see him try and fail at something but it’s not the same as it was before.

he allows himself to learn from his mistakes instead of obsessing over them. he’s such a good side character to me hehe, i love how hq deals with side characters. everyone’s story feels complete. Seijoh wins the first match against Karasuno but he doesn’t feel happy. he doesn’t feel like he did his best. :( bcs he doesn’t think he beat Kageyama at his best so he looks down on himself for only beating Kageyama (someone he sees as better than him by leagues) when he’s at his perceived “worst.” omg I’m sorry love this is getting really long haha— I’ll try to cut it down now!!! when he loses to Karasuno he cries. but he also learns that he’s okay with the fact that he lost, that volleyball isn’t a sport that’s only him there’s five other people out there with him. he learns that “talent is something you make bloom” that he’s not a genius but he is talented and he needs to work on making it bloom in a healthy setting.

I especially love the panel (spoilers duh) where he learns that volleyball is fun again. it makes me bawl my eyes out every time. I can’t tell you why, it just makes me so happy and emotional that he finds love for a sport he had grown to hate. and then WE SEE HIM AT THE OLYMPICS. and he faces a team of everyone he’s perceived as better than him over the years and trained by his best friend. Everyone is at the best they will be and he gets to play against them again. ahhh—I love him so much. The story of not feeling good enough -> him finding that he doesn’t need to win to feel good enough he just has to have fun. that’s what his job is about lol, having fun (I’m heavily simplifying lol). I love that he found satisfaction with himself and he’s so <333 I love him :((

OKAY DONE. THAT’S A WRAP FOLKS!!! enjoy my analysis Ave lol <3 I hope this wasn’t too long :p <3

-kai <3

please find in your askbox that i will be matching your freak!

i love oikawa's complex villain character (he would singlehandedly defeat sukuna, fight me)

he's soooo UGHHHHH perfect angst material

fic ideas include but not limited to:

tooru breaking your heart because he doesn't have enough time for you/prioritise you

tooru leaving you behind for argentina

tooru's obsession with volleyball impacting your relationship

tooru not pursuing anything with you because he will never have enough time to treat you like you deserve to be treated

tooru falling out of love with you because your paths no longer align

tooru putting himself before you

oops

ILY KAI

match my freak! askbox event

[sapphosclown]

heartstopper s3 thoughts (spoilers obvi)

oh my. they did such a lovely job with this story. i could tell the actors were so engrossed in their characters and comfortable with each other. i already made my piece about how i wish there was more time to flesh out the story (x) but the truth is i just love this show and selfishly wish i had a million episodes to watch forever.

the last episode. that was so nice. charlie and toris conversation in the ferris wheel, im absolutely so in love with charlie’s character development across the show yes but this season. it’s such a huge story for him and it was so heartwarming to see him choose his short sleeve shirt, and how much he’d grown and just thinking back to how scared he was to ask for help because “what if it didn’t work” vs asking to have his sessions biweekly instead if weekly. i adore charlie growing out of the codependency on nick and really growing back into his friends— and same with tao, i liked how they showed him putting so much into elle and then acknowledging that s1 tao would’ve hated that.

the final scene. charlie awake while nick is asleep and then it just cuts. oh my. that’s beautiful. i’m pretty sure they haven’t been renewed for a 4th season yet and while i absolutely hope so much they are to finish out their story (and to watch the Nick and Charlie plot play out which i’m so excited for and want to see so badly i think it would be so good), that last shot would be a lovely way to end the show if netflix continues its evils and cancels the show (which i hope they don’t and truthfully don’t think they would because i think this one has met their standards for success to let her continue). it would work because charlie as our main character has resolved most of his issues and within the show has been tied neatly together, plus the comic fans know what’s to come which i would dare say is the majority audience. but again, i would be very very surprised if they didn’t get a fourth season (and very disappointed)

i loved imogene’s chat with nick in the hotel room. i love seeing nick’s realization that he too needs to be independent of charlie and i really want to see that in s4.

OH ALSO MICHAEL HOLDEN. I LOVE YOU SIR. THAT WAS SO WONDERFUL. THE GLEE I FELT WHENEVER HE WAS ON SCREEN. OH HE ATE HIS 5 TOTAL MINUTES IF SCREENTIME I LOVE UOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. he had me giggling nonstop, thinking about specifically “michael is looking for you” -> 🧍. that was everything to me.

ugh. idk. i have a lot of thoughts. those are what came to mind. i fear i must sleep now. but i will prob yap ab this more and in like dedicated posts this was just me rambling bc i finished and i had a lot of feelings.

absolutely stunning. my favorite season.

[akaakeis]

hello hello sav <3 how are you doing?

im attempting a yap ask but i dont know how much time i have on my hands so if i need to go i'll just press send and you'll have an awkward cutoff. also, it will probably be mildly ominous lolol

anyways !

i got my period for the first time since like ,, july ? i think ? which is insane the stress has been crazy

also like.. wdym september is almost over WDYM. october, november, december then ??? new year ????? ur birthday ?????????

speaking of which i've been brainstorming ideas for an (online, not money costing) present and it's like. "write something. okay, what. okay, got it. wait no that's cringe nvm." even though it's probably not cringe 😒😒

a pinterest board sounds sillyfunny hmm

okay next topic pretend you didn't read the last part because i am HORRIBLE at hiding surprises like it just makes me so happy when other people are happy and like arghhh #girlproblems

i dreamt up a new smau yesterday and ill dm u about it tmr <- hasn't finished the first one yet, hasnt even STARTED it

OH OH OH I MISS YOU SM theres nothing more to that bit i kept thinking i have to add it in somewhere and also kept forgetting but like yes. um. imy baby ily 🫶

anyways SCHOOL right. today i caught my super awesome studious top grades role model student bunking class with the school's head girl. that was crazy. and i was going to bunk english (bc the teacher SUX see next para.) but i was so surprised at seeing her sneak off school bag n all during break that i accidentally bumped into said english teacher and she smiled and said hru LIKEEE KMS NO.

i spent a good 15 minutes hiding in the bathroom from her tho. okay so lemme describe our uniforms for u. so first we have like an erm. top thingy. google "female kurta" and you'll see like this thing w/ slits at the sides etc etc. it's usually shorter than the ones shown bc. uniform. and then we also have like loose fitting pants, and uhh. imagine a doctor's white coat thingy over all that which buttons up. and then a headscarf. ANYWAYS THIS IS RELEVANT BC. theres a girl in our class, the youngest & she's 15 in october. BUT wtv uh her apron (coat thingy is called that) buttons are loose and they keep opening. so obviously the teacher had to help.

"boys rn think many things they will stare at u and then in the future u will not get married" — mrs j 2024 😻 LIKE GIRL WHAT. and then she fatshamed a girl WHO ISN'T EVEN FAT BTW SHE'S LIKE. HEALTHY. AND HEALTHIER THAN MOST OF US SHE'S PHYSICALLY ACTIVE WORKS OUT AND EATS FRUITS AND STUFF um oops gtg i think.. and oh also she like ,, has hormone stuff but wtf woman. u dont even know proper english anyways gtg TELL ME AB UR HOMECOMING (?) and school is so stressful rn dont get stressed ily sav! <3

um so im gonna bawl my eyes out i was in the middle of typing out my reply AND IT DELETED ITSELF!! this is a cruel, cruel joke! ANYWAY HI LINA!! im doing good, hope you're doing well!!!!! <3

I MISSED YOUR YAP ASKS SM so happy to be receiving this 🙂‍↕️ have an amazing day at school!!

SINCE JULY??? i hate my period but i think i would lose it if i didnt have my period for a month cause i would convince myself i have conceived jesus in my uterus and am going to be a teen mother... SO ITS GOOD YOU GOT IT BUT I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER PERIODS SUCK SO BAD 💔

god it's so weird that september is ending... SPEAKING OF WHICH I HAVE AN ARTICLE DUE TO MY MAGAZINE ON OCT 1 I FORGOT today im locking in so hard on my school work and job... im also starting babysitting the side hustles are going crazy rn...but the thing is time is passing so funkily?? idk but it feels so slow during the day but before yk it you've been in the cycle for a rly long time and its the end of the month!!! i rmbr asking my friends this week if it still felt like it was the beginning of the month for them and they were like "no...?" LIKE OKAY THEN just slap me in the face and call me a freak at that point goodness 😞 but timeline 4 me we have october + halloween, november + thanksgiving, december + christmas, january + new year + BDAY!!!!, february + valentines day, THEN march + your bday <333 

im gonna act like i didnt see that one! im 45% blind in my right eye and fully blind in my left... matter of fact i cant see much of nothing 🫡

NEW SMAU WEEEEEEE im so excited to hear about it!!!!! ga(c)r is heavily staring at u from the corner of the room BUT SHE CAN WAIT

BRO I MISS YOU SO BADDD ilysm imysm chronically online era come back to us this summer PLEASE 

YES SCHOOL‼️ HELLO NOT THE ACADEMIC WEAPON I WOULD BE SO RATTLED IF I WITNESSED THAT? your teacher freaks me out i think id cry if i bumped into them LIKE I WOULD GENUINELY TWEAK!! especially the smile i can only imagine it looking creepy tbh

15 minutes in the bathroom u are so valid lina 😞 ALSO FEMALE KURTAS ARE SO CUTE THEY LOOK SO COMFY?? YOUR WHOLE UNIFORM SOUNDS SO COMFORTABLE 💔 i remember when i went to priv school i had to wear fitted polos and skorts CAUSE THEY WOULDNT LET GIRLS WEAR PANTS UNLESS IT WAS WINTER THAT WAS RIDICULOUS anyway back on topic that girl is pretty young for your class 🧍‍♀️ what r the age cutoffs like there?? cause usually the youngest ppl in my grade are both late august/early september idk

"boys rn think many things they will stare at u and then in the future u will not get married" GIRLL SHUT UP 😭 whos gonna tell her! FATSHAMED??? there is no way.... THATS ACTUALLY INSANE I BET THAT GIRL IS MORE ACTIVE THAN HER SHE NEEDS TO SHUT UP ⁉️ just messed up to do that in general like keep it to yourself ffs 😞 "u dont even know proper english" CLOCKED HER SO HARD i fear u are correct 

ILL TELL YOU ABOUT HOMECOMING NOW ILL GIVE U THE RUNDOWN OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED 🗣️

so like around 2:30 a bunch of my friends met up at one girl's house and we all got dressed and did makeup together!! my friend kaila did my makeup and i also did my friend jaslene's makeup THEN i had to book it and get to a hair appointment i had at a salon to get my hair done for the dance 💔 

after i finished getting my hair done i met with my friends at a restaurant and we all had dinner!! we took some photos outside while we were there and while we were taking photos my foot WAS DEMOLISHED by jaslene's boot heel thing anyway my foot was stepped on and it hurt cause i had open toe heels it was so bad hhhh BUT IM FINE NOW I THINK ‼️‼️

after dinner we all drove to the dance in one car and we were vibing out to baby + hot to go during the drive I COOKED UP THE RAP IN BABY SO HARD im famous amongst my friend group for the rap i always get the mic for that part 🫡 

when we got to the dance it was 7:00 and we just had a bunch of fun until 10:00 😭 hugged literally everyone that i knew i love seeing people at dances cause they always look so gorgeous!!!! lots of jumping around in the crowd and scream-shouting lyrics to songs that played... tons of fun 🙂‍↕️ my voice is practically gone now and my feet hurt since i was jumping around in heels the entire night BUT WE ARE SO CHILL it was really enjoyable!!

i agree school is super stressful rn... ill try not to!! you too <3 take care + have an amazing day at school!! ily lina <3 xx

[utopiaparkway]

poetry in resonse to reading Song of Myself by Walt Whitman and Harryette Mullen's Urban Tumbleweed: Notes from a Tanka Diary

By Stephen Suh, Global Literature

What is stephen?

I am tired as soon as I wake up,

dark circles under my eyes, getting blinded by the sun

I am water boiling in a pot

slowly getting hotter as my classmates yap in a lecture

I see a messy table and many seats.

And a Subway sandwich with the wrong order,

it has olives and cucumbers instead of pickles

I hear a baby crying in the seat behind me

getting louder during every turbulence,

the volume of my in-flight movie getting louder as I ignore it

I know only some questions,

Of the chemistry test in front of me

with the sound of sighing from the students around me, the sound of acceptance.

I see an assignment in front of me,

About writing a poem, and it is hard

The sound of the keyboard typing away

I taste an energy drink

It tastes like pineapple, and I like it

I can feel my eyes and hands shaking

I hear a professor with a heavy accent,

but not the sound of my utensil writing notes on paper

because I have an apple pen

I breathe cold air that hurts to inhale

As I walk home

the wind penetrating through my clothes

I pray desperately,

For the bus to come on time

I don't want to be late for class

The bus is always packed at 1 pm on a Monday,

There is no space even to take out my phone

Everyone's faces are glued to their phones as more and more people fill the bus

Work is the same as always,

Busiest on a Monday

A dusty warehouse, clear lenses

And a phone ringing every couple of seconds,

With customers on the other line

I take the customer's order,

They ask for lenses for glasses,

With a specific prescription for a specific person

I can barely understand them sometimes

The warehouse is long

Shelves filled with boxes of lenses

Each is numbered with a different power

I wanna go home  

Finally, the day is done

Turning on my computer the minute I get home

I have a lot of homework to do

Done with everything, I take a shower

Do skincare, brush my teeth

Watch 30 minutes of TikTok and sleep

The past is brought up in my dreams,

A familiar view of my old high school days

A sport that I used to play

A familiar court filled with voices and sounds

Sounds of clapping and cheering

Reminding me of a big regret in my life

I think about how much I changed

And how much this sport changed me

With the mindset I built from it

And the people I met through it

What did I do to make it this far?

I ask myself as I think of the past

Would I want to change anything about the past?

Yes, of course, I do

I want to change how I acted in the past

All the embarrassing mistakes that happened,

Because of the kind of person I was before

I was a great pretender

Acting like someone that I am not for attention

Lying a lot to others for attention

Acting angry for no reason for attention

Trying to do anything for attention

I am the stock market

Constantly changing, going up and down

Losing people and gaining people as I go

People I have been, people I have lost

All inputted in my memory

Every day now seems like it is repeating

I do the same tasks every day,

Eat, sleep, work repeat

Waiting for change or something interesting

Who am I as a person now?

I am calmer, an observant person

Waiting for opportunities

Taking chances when I need to

Not being scared of the future

But again, I want to change

Not waiting for change

But seeking change

I am surviving college

My grades are pretty ok

Hopefully, I can finish this portfolio in time

So I don’t have to worry about it

How did I get to this point in my life?

Experiences.

Playing for a team

Arguing with friends

Making up with them

Working a job

Stressing about work and tests

I am a knitted sweater

Experiences woven into me like yarn

Making me who I am

Do I contradict myself?

A million times, yes

I am the one who hates and loves

The one who forgives and resents

The one who builds and breaks

I am confident and doubtful

A hurricane and a drizzle

An acid and a base

I take on the world

With open arms, fearless

I’m here

I am colossal

I have multitudes

[beaversatemygrandma]

yapping

for it having been a week where it's a lull in my tourist filled town (end of school year, finals locally, everybody is focused on kids and school right now. It's May.) it's been weirdly eventful.

So, first off. We've been hiring for a part time position at work. Interviews galore. Resumes everywhere. My boss is old fashioned and actually accepts written applications. He got one the other day. I was alone in office and he bursts in with "I no longer have bad handwriting, look at this." And shows me a whole ass application. It looks like an 8 year old wrote it. I should know. I get 8yos to sign in for wristbands for our ropes course. To which I'm just "You write like russian doctor. That's a small child." And he's just "He's over 18, and claiming to be the lead singer of a famous rock band." I'm just baffled. "How famous?" He proceeds to do some impromptu background checking, ie the same method i use when meeting new people I'm not 100% about, looking them up on facebook. A few minutes later: "He's claiming to be the lead singer for molly hatchet." and then a few more minutes later "He IS the lead singer for molly hatchet." And then goes on a whole rant about how he met the original lead singer and guitarist bc they are local to town. Answer: famous enough that we both know the band. This kid is like 20-30. Hot as fuck. Been the lead singer of a dead band for 2 years. Applied to my fucking job. I met him in walmart a couple months ago bc i was checking out his excessively painted molly hatchet van which i thought was cool. And him. Unapologetic in front of my bf. "I can't hire this. What if there's a tour and he can't work for a few months." And then proceeds to say that the new music sounds like shit in comparison to the old and basically has a youtube concert in the office for everybody who hasn't heard of the band. (I love this job.) I'm just disappointed bc imagine the hilarity of the chaos that could ensue here. I want the ego boosted rock singer. He was a street performer downtown before this. I have no clue how this kid landed molly hatchet when half the band is already dead bc they were popular in the 70s and 80s. He'd be annoying, but let's be honest here, what's the most damage he could do with two days of work a week? Not much. If he's actually good? Well, I'd have a weird work flirt bc Damn. He's fine. Plus, angry older customer? "Hey, you know that band from your twenties?? Guess what, this is one of them." *entertain them for a moment while we take advantage and grab a manager* I just think it'd be fun. My coworkers agree. If we hate him, we fire him for not being a personality fit. (Been there, done that. We're a small group. Gotta be a fit. It disrupts the ecosystem.)

And that's not even the first story I have and just from monday.

So, the side piece triggered a crazy amount of anxiety in me. He kinda faded out through the weekend (New job, night school, mother's day.) And I got a text that was just "He's married." and I was blocked. First thought: "Since fuckin when?" Second: "Right, married but separated." Third: "Who the FUCK does she think she is?" I ended up literally pursuing on facebook, sending him a message with what was basically "If you are heading back into the endless toxic cycle with her, you need to pay me what you owe me and I'll fuck off." Paired with an itemized list. I was pissed. (And admittedly, looking back, he somehow pulled out a kind of crazier side of me with this. Sometimes I don't realize the sheer effect this man has on me.) There's like 3 days no contact. That's not normal. He doesn't accept the message requests on there. Nothing. I'm terrified of just doing my drop by according to the schedule I know because of HER. Like they couldn't be back together. Everytime she shows up, he always ends up pissed off and unnecessarily stressed because of her level of toxic possession. I finally try to send a text his way, just to see if it would go through. It did. I basically get a whole apologetic thing and him asking if I could come by and talk in person. I didn't like that, but at least I know he's not cutting contact. So, tension in my chest for that three days was released.

Today, I finally get something bc it was just our quick according to normal schedule drop by. even if it was only like 10 minutes. He was literally treating as normal, just telling me how things were going and stuff like that as he's getting ready to head out towards the college. I end up just stopping him and directly tell him to give me a quick rundown of all of that because i was Not going to wait. And he literally stops what he's doing, full attention on me. Apparently, he went out of his way to make it possible for his ex-wife to spend mother's day with her kid. Literally was just doing something nice for his daughter. She got the "have to deal with the baby mama" treatment. She asked to borrow his phone for something and ended up going through his phone and did this to EVERY SINGLE Feminine sounding name in his phone except his mother. He's been having to pick up the pieces all week. One of them was his new boss. Literally the woman that employed him. I end up telling him what I was prepared to do, and that was go full angry crying loan shark on his ass. And i got the tightest fucking hug with such a strong apology and how she's just embarrassed him and everything. I haven't gotten that in a while. His hands didn't really leave me until he was on the way out of the house. I forget that he actually finds when I get that sort of crazy jealousy about his wife endearing. Honestly kind of tells how he has that as a wife.

Either way, with that one. I'm surprised just how much i relaxed the second I saw him earlier. Before he even explained anything. Just that soft look that he was happy to see me for the first time in the week. That entirely nonsexual touch that said that he wasn't about to leave me in the slightest. A side tangent of sorts though. Since he's been back, it's been feeling as if he's starting over with me. It feels like he's trying to win me over again. It's been simple gestures, slower actions, little encouragements. It's a lot different than before, but it's nice. Though definitely trying to connect on a far more emotional level than before. Considering before it was first purely sexual, then HE caught feelings, then eventually I've got some hitting. Now it's just mutual and we're just slowing it down a whole lot before we rush into something stupid. Which is honestly a whole lot healthier than i expected initially coming from him. Like it has gone through incredibly sexually fueled nights of hanging out, to a couple hours of endless talking and ending the night with a kiss and figuring out when we can even see each other again. It's nice.

Anyways, other things. Mostly just work things. I'm doing 6 days this week bc the hours are shit bc we're not all too busy. (4-7 hours a day instead of the full 8-9 as normal. So let's go... get a 4 hour day to polish up my hours.) There's been a lot of zoo activity. Some customer almost killed a crocodile with a shoe (it ate it...) and now we're trying to find ways to prevent this (the kid didn't listen...) and we're having some close encounters helping move this animal so she can get her necessary surgery (least we can do.) We're also dead enough that we spent a half hour in the back yard (nobody even manning phone or office) hanging out with the snake outside of her enclosure. I don't think i realized just how big our office snake is. 7 foot long dominican mountain boa. She's gorgeous and i took out my phone to take a pic of her on the zipline cable and she just scooted up the line and came up to sniff my hand and phone. I have the Best pic of this creature yet.

Honestly, now realizing that it really hasn't been all too much in the whole everything this week. But it's been interesting and i think I just wanted to talk about that guy a bit.

So I leave you with a snake photo.

That's Cleo. She says hi.

[toudan]

KIRI YAPPING ABOUT DMC AVAILABLE NOW ON NETFLICK (mostly spoiler free except for. well. the ending)

okay so idk where in the lore the series takes place in BUT whatever it is idc because I had SO MUCH FUN..... I enjoyed White Rabbit as an antagonist and that backstory almost had me bawling. Lady's too. I was in shambles. I would've cried if I wasn't in public rn. this show makes me depressed I'm gonna have to listen to Phoebe Bridgers' entire discography and enter the sad girl universe until this post-series hype dies down

This series wasn't playing around with explicit content lol the blood and gore went crazy. also the swearing was really funny to me because it sounds like a kid being excited they're allowed to swear😭😭😭 f bombs every other sentence very very amusing to me. but good!!! they SHOULD let Lady cuss at anyone she wants!!!!

I also liked the social/moral commentary of the whole thing, it's complex and it's infuriating and I love that in a story because for once I'd like to imagine these things were just tropes instead of, y'know, (gestures vaguely) le monde entier

what else. um. Dante was as insufferable as I needed him to be, got a lot of chuckles out of me. It was endearing. kinda like how I dunk on Johnny Cage a lot. Like I'll clown on him to the end of time but I am still fond of that dweeblord. That's #oomf. #Oomf may be stupid but hes still #oomf

I wasn't sure how I felt about this Lady at first but after watching the whole thing, I like her! they did a great job with the emotional Damage..... I am not immune to anything that has to do with family so yk. the waterworks were ready to spill. If there's one thing Imma do it's cry like a baby over lines!!!!!!!

I also LOVED the soundtrack. Ik my spotify playlists hate to see me coming bc as soon as I see a song title and the artist it's by in the captions, I'm adding it to my playlist. I do not care

I'm not even gonna get started on Vergil I'm afraid I don't have anything coherent to say. But just know I didn't know what to do what myself. I was jawdropping I was flailing and talking to the voices (my "chat" if you will) and I was struggling to keep it together bc I'M IN FRONT OF PEOPLE but um yeah the moment he first appeared I felt my heart sink because I knew it was him. like I just knew from seeing him

and when I actually saw him at the end I was overwhelmed with so much emotion I can't decide whether to be upset or angry but either way, in the wise words of sza:

Still love, and it's still love, and it's still love It's still love, still love (still love), still love It's still love, but it's still love, nothin' but love for you (nothin' but)

nothing that man does can make me hate him i'm afraid. like i'm mad at him. I'll nag him in every language I know because what the hell are you DOING!!!!!!!! but I'm also upset because like. it's so subjective. there aren't 'heroes' because one person's hero is another one's villain and that is so clear. I'm infuriated and I'm frustrated but I still love him and I think that's what makes this sooooo much more intense and belatedly i'm realising i said that i wasn't gonna talk about vergil but here i am rambling about him

I'm on a kick rn and I've never been good with words nor am I well-versed enough in the lore to criticise it or anything but. I had fun! It was a blast! I finished the whole thing in one sitting! yeah! the whole eight episodes. in one sitting! I took a ritalin and locked tf in and I don't regret it but maybe I should bc now idk what I'm gonna do with myself after this

Yeah idk man even if he was there for like 1 minute in all of the 8 episodes I was still glad to see him. time stopped fr. like that's my man. he's very emotional and doing stupid things rn but it's ok we all make mistakes. I can't fix him. He can't fix me either. but I'm not going to make him worse. I Will get through this together with him just WATCH ME

also seeing him kill so effortlessly should not have been so Blissful to watch but let's not talk about this

I'm the captain of the struggle bus rn and I expect Vergil to make up for the emotional distress he has caused me. in fact I expect EVERYONE in this show to make it up to me. we need to get rid of that raggedy oh-so-good Christian vice president ASAP because he's scaring the hoes (me)

I don't remember where I was going with this but all in all i had a lot of fun. Unfortunately you cannot get a rating out of me because if I enjoyed it then it's good. If I didn't enjoy it then it's not for me. I still prefer gameverse but this was a fun ride and it was nice seeing how different things could be, i thought it was creative and thrilling. Idk how else to say I had a lot of fun. But I had a lot of fun. Would do it again with an actual silent background so I can Fully Immerse myself

Anyway yeah it was good!!!! And I'm gonna be thinking about Vergil for the rest of the night. What did they put in that man for him to be so magnetic to me. I don't know. But I'm in love with him and I'm gonna stop here so I don't embarrass myself any further. Gg chat

I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did if you plan on watching it too 💓

[geekbarprincess]

gaining whimsy, yet losing aura

i was on tiktok yesterday and i saw 2 venus cosplayers and i was omg i got that doll for easter when i was little! and then i clicked the search thing at the bottom which was about the actual doll and i think he was going thru different generation venus dolls. i didn’t see the one i had, but it made me want to look more into the things i used to like.

i mean there’s only 2 things i looked into and only one im pursing. well at least for now. monster high was obviously the first thing i was looking into and then the other is mlp!! i watched it a lot when i was little and i remember a time i got a little clear glitter pony. i think it was dark blue with purple hair. idk what pony it was. im not like well-versed in mlp characters and lore. i watched it as a kid but idk i think it was still on tv ?? so i didnt watch all of the episodes bc no way I had cable. i was watching it on my great aunt’s netflix account. (she got money) i dont remember who was my favorite when i was little. i think it was twilight or maybe fluttershy. i wonder if i asked my aunts if they’d know. i really like rarity and fluttershy’s design is cute but she is lowk annoying. i think she gets better throughout, but im only on season one.

i found a really cool website with a lot of mlp toys i wanna get. i really need a job. there’s a hobby shop by my house kinda. downtown. i wanna work there. i love that store. they have pokemon models. i got jigglypuff like 2 years ago. peak. i was way prettier and i was skinny. i hate myself

that’s not the point! im trying to talk about things that make me happy.

im writing on here bc i dont have anyone else to talk to about it. i was so excited to talk to my boyfriend about the monster high dolls and he was going to work so obvi didn’t say much and thats fine but when i asked if he knew my favorite he didn’t. i know its been brought up and i’ve definitely told him before so its 100% him being fake. i dont know who else i could yap to. but i guess i know its annoying so i need to just stop talking so much about shit nobody cares about. i guess i’ll just come here next time im excited about something🥲 cringe emoji but that’s how i feel having no one to share my interests with and already knowing im annoying so i have to limit how much i say.

there’s probably a way to set your phone so you can only send a certain amount of messages… i wish i could just have the self control to shut the fuck up.

when i was talking to my boyfriend and i got upset that he didn’t know my favorite ghoul (draculaura) (fucking duh she’s pink and he knows my favorite is pink stuff) (he literally sent me a tiktok and it had her in it (other characters too she was more at the end)and i pointed her out)

i was so upset and i just unsent all of the texts i sent about mh bc it doesn’t even fucking matter. and then i just made a voice memo talking about it for 14 minutes. im prob just gonna delete that too bc i dont think i’ll listen to it and nobody else would. i dont want anyone else too. it’s cringe. i was just talking to myself about stupid things. now i just feel stupid. i feel immature and childish but i still watch it and want mlp things. i think i would just not talk about it. i need to talk less in general. how do i do that without seeming uninterested ?

i love these type of the ponies. they’re like the little one i had when i was younger. i had it for a long time but i don’t know where it is now. im sad bc i think i might’ve thrown it away in jr year but that doesn’t sound like me bc i love cute things. idk.

when i get a job im coming for you…. my precious mlp glitter figurines