#plus they got some cute stuff so discount

[lucifer-kane]

main reason i wanna make clothes even on a small casual scale for myself is there's soooooo many cute things i see. alas. i am fat.

[enha-cafe]

how do we feel about me applying for a retail job this summer?

[heartsforseo]

Straw hats with a member/ S/o who still sleeps with plushies.

A/n: so I’ve been gone for almost 2 months but shhh I got some motivation now😼😼. PLUS I got this inspo from reading something somewhere. SO TY FOR GIVING ME THE THINGY TO WRITE AGAIN. request=open requested: <yes> <no> wc:970 ft: the straw hats (excluding chopper) warning: ??

⭑Luffy honestly wouldn’t care. If he ever crashes into your room (girls' room) and sleeps on your bed, he’d even shove the stuff toys away.

⭑When he sees your pouting/sad face he’d be clueless and continue whining for you to hop on the bed with him.

⭑When you finally told him why you were mad, he just tilted his head and let out a LONG sigh

⭑Would use his gum-gum abilities and get all your stuffy back in the bed (while groaning. He does NOT want to share)

⭑Speaking of sharing, why coddle a plushie when you have Luffy? Would def get jealous and maybe even tear one of them.

⭑P.s. He did…

⭑Zoro, just like Luffy, couldn’t be bothered. He’d probably think of it as a design at first. I mean, a pirate sleeping with plushies??? That’s rare

⭑But as the creator said, everyone in the crew is a weird person. So, here you are—in your room. Shock and in awe.

⭑Believe it or not, Zoro was sleeping with one of your plushies (that looked like a reindeer…)

⭑He had always denied sleeping next/with them. (Only if you convinced him enough, he’d let out a groan but still follow)

⭑You’d have to tease him about it now. I mean, Zoro sleeping before you??? Shocking with that 3 hrs sleep schedule.

⭑And a certain chef might’ve heard what you’ve said and used it against a certain swordsman…

⭑Nami, would even tax the poor plushies:~((

⭑Jokes aside, she’ll think of it as cute and nice decorations. They’re cuddly, colorful, and good for distress.

⭑But sometimes there’s a limit. She couldn’t even sleep on her OWN bed cuz of how many you got.

⭑Would roll her eyes when she saw you pout and give you a 35% discount.

⭑To help you get “rid” (as she says) of plushies, she’ll take a mini tangerine and place it on her work desk.

⭑Now she talks to it after dinner, drawing the map of the world.

⭑Ussop I’d say would make a story about how he once traveled to a stuffed toy island.

⭑Everything there was colorful, soft, and cuddly! He’d even point at one of your plushies and say he met them on the island!

⭑Your plushie would just stare and stare and stare… Until Ussop had to let out a fake cough and do his other stuff.

⭑He’d ask for your permission to get one of your plushies for support. (You said yes ofc).

⭑Now, whenever he has to modify Nami’s weapon/ whenever he’s alone from the group—he’ll hold the small plushie tightly and hug it, waiting for ideas to pop up.

⭑Sanji the beigest of them all. I could see Sanji:

⭑1) getting jealous about it. You have a whole husband in front of you. And you’re picking the plushie to cuddle…THAN HIM?!

⭑Would give the plushie dirty stares (especially if it was given by someone not him/by his crew)

⭑When you’re doing something else, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your neck.

⭑He’d give the plushie a smirk and laugh a bit. (Nurse gising na po sya)

⭑OR

⭑2) Sanji would write that down in his “All about Y/n!” Notebook and put hearts all over it.

⭑He would give you plushies, and on every island you visit, he insists on getting you at least one stuffed animal.

⭑Would even sculpt one of his foods as your plushie.

⭑Plus he’d get all giddy iddy when he sees you coddling the plushie he bought. It’s really satisfying to see when the person you love appreciates what they give you.

⭑Robin would let out a smile and maybe even tease you (when she's feeling it)

⭑Might get jealous when you're spending more of your time with them. She's your crew member and s/o, you should focus on her!

⭑She once woke up with your back in front of her, and you were cuddling your plushie.

⭑Sad to say you couldn't find your stuffies for a week… :(

⭑But Robin was there for you!

⭑In the end, it was a win-win situation!

⭑FRANKY FOUND IT CUTE CUTE CUTE.

⭑While you were worrying about how he'll react (unknowingly to you, he already found out and named one of them cola jr.) Franky already made a small plushie (robot) that does the SUPEERRRRRRR with him.

⭑When he saw you sad that one of your plushies got teared up, he'd secretly take it and repatch it (w/h metal scraps)

⭑Would sweat when you confronted him about it, and even DENY IT.

⭑"Franky you're the only one I know that'd use metal scraps for repair…"

⭑"Oh."

⭑Brook is a cutie patootie.

⭑He already knows what you like, from the panties you wear to the plushies you like!

⭑Would make one of those and have some delightful little tea parties. If you're too occupied to join in, why not let your mini-version take part instead?

⭑Anyways, if you'd ever show him a soul king merch/plushie. HE'D FLY OVER THE MOONN.

⭑He didn't know they were selling those! Especially when the cane he has can be removed and shown as a knife.

⭑Our good boy Jinbe.

⭑While on his trip, he saw a lot of them. But of course wouldn't bother to buy one.

⭑I mean, you're on a business trip for sake. And a pirate should always be ready and need no time for aesthetics.

⭑Well, that's what he thought BEFORE he met you. When he saw your room he was SHOOK

⭑How did you have time for all of this? How were you gonna sleep? How will you keep them clean?

⭑Many thoughts were roaming in his head. But when he saw your adoring smile, he made up his mind and would do anything to make you happy.

⭑Even keeping your plushies clean.

A/n: I hope you all enjoyed it. nd sorry for the almost 2-month break.

[artdcnaldson]

In part 2 you mentioned Patrick x reader having makeup sex after they got into stupid argument…. Can we get a flashback to one of those moments🤭🤭 domestic Patrick starting an argument with reader and reader calling him out about it but they end up making up in a cute way. Like Patrick making it up in a corny but cute way??? Just a suggestion, part 2 was amazing btw!

Rating: T

Warnings: just a minor argument, language ofc

A/N: thank youuuu!!! No smut in this little blurb, just a snapshot of domestic Patrick x reader in the changeover au 🫶🫶🫶

Also working on art x reader first time and also Patrick x reader first I love you blurbs for the changeover au :) so those will be coming sooooon

It was easy to let the stupid arguments devolve. It started with a facial expression when you brought up your college roommate’s wedding. An eye roll, an I-don’t-want-to-fucking-deal-with-that. And that became your, “why do you treat my friends and my life as less important?”

“I can’t fucking believe you got that out of me wanting to ditch Katie’s wedding to her dickhead loser fiancé.” Patrick’s words came out so flippant that it infuriated you further. “You don’t even talk to her outside of Facebook comments.”

“I’m sorry, Patrick. I didn’t realize that you’d be so fucking opposed to free food and booze considering you live off of it.”

Patrick set his jaw, glaring at you. It was a low blow, one you knew would sting. “I’m opposed to wasting my time flying out to bum fuck Iowa to because Katie— who has always hated me, by the way— is marrying some dickhead who’s a shill for a corrupt asshole in congress.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe she would like you, Patrick, if you ever put in an ounce of effort with anyone besides me.”

“Right, because I need to be friends with the kind of people whose proposal was a flash mob.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Right, because you’re just too cool for stuff like that.”

It was so fucking like him— making fun of the lame proposals your friends got, or their baby names, or their engagement shoots. Sometimes they were lame— flash mobs were fucking stupid— but sometimes they were sweet, and romantic, and there was Patrick acting like he’d rather blow his brains out than ever publicly admit he cared.

“Yeah, I am.” He said back.

You rolled your eyes and stood. “Whatever, Patrick. I’ll RSVP for one, again, and you can bum around my apartment alone.”

You had slammed the bedroom door before he could respond, which left him alone and seething in the living room.

You heard the front door open, then slam shut, signaling that Patrick was going out for a smoke, or a walk, or something.

You opened Facebook and scrolled through your feed. Katie’s engagement photos, a coworker’s new baby, a college friend’s bachelorette weekend. And there you were, fighting so your boyfriend would finally be your plus one to something.

It wasn’t always his fault— he had tournaments, and commitments. But a lot of the time, it was an active dismissal of things you found important— engagement parties, friends visiting the city, the increasingly common baby shower.

You didn’t blame him. Adult stuff sucked, and it was almost always boring and agonizingly slow. But you just wanted him to show up with you for things that were big.

It would be stupid to break up over Katie, who you genuinely weren’t even that close to. She’d been a decent friend Freshman year, you supposed, but that was the extent of it. The invitation to the wedding was probably a formality.

All you wanted was an excuse to show off your super hot, super cool boyfriend. To get tipsy over free booze, then leave the wedding early to fuck in the shitty Best Western hotel room that wedding guests would get a discount rate on.

A few hours later, the front door opened, and you sat up against the headboard, waiting eagerly to see if he’d be the first to break, or if you would.

You heard four gentle knocks against the door, saw Patrick’s sneakers beneath the door. “You can come in,” you said softly.

Patrick slipped into the room and joined you on the bed. He kept space between you, just in case you were still mad, but met your gaze with the sad eyes of a kicked puppy.

“I bought a suit,” was all he said. “And I tried to buy you a huge bouquet of flowers since I was a dickhead, but my card declined since I just bought the suit, so…”

His hand was resting on the empty expanse of mismatched bedsheets between you. You moved your hand into his, tangling your fingers together. “You bought a suit, huh?”

He nodded, squeezing your hand lightly. “I’ll stop being a dick about Katie’s wedding.” He paused, turning away from your gaze. “I think… I’m away so much that when I’m home, I just want it to be me and you.”

You leaned forward and kissed his nose. “I just want to show you off to everyone I know,” you said lightly. Your forehead stayed pressed to his, and you relished in the closeness. “I don’t give a fuck about Katie or her ugly loser fiancé’s stupid wedding.”

Patrick grinned. “Oh? So you just want a hot, professional athlete to be your arm candy, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re always cheapening the moment.” You leaned forward kissing him sweetly, which always seemed to devolve into a hungry mess of tongues and spit when Patrick was involved.

“Wait—“ you said suddenly, right as Patrick began peeling off your top. “You said your fucking card declined? You drained your bank account for this stupid wedding?”

He paused, his hands warm on your bare skin. “Uh… it felt like a grand gesture kind of moment.” You leaned in and kissed him, pulling your shirt off the rest of the way.

Not smutty but I neeeeeeeded to write some domestic Patrick x reader 😁🫶 my pookies my babies my loves

[puppys-tiny-space]

🩷shops for smols and bigs🩷

Just a small selection of shops I can recommend (mainly) from personal experience!

🍼pacis and similar:

🐰 @pacisbybunnie (insta, Tumblr, website) bunny has pacis, bottles and chewie bracelets, they have super cute items and great customer service, plus u can use my code "bunnybab for a discount" UK based

🧸 @cozypacicorner (insta, vinted, website) milk has incredible products, they sell pacis, paciclips and chewie bracelets, their customer service is great and she is just the sweetest, u can aslo use my code "bunnybab" here Based in France

🌸 @dreamydecos (insta, TikTok) Lily has super cute pacis, bows and sensory jars, their customer service is great and shipping time is fast! Based in Netherlands

🧃 @punkiepacis (insta, website) punkie has super cute products, great customer service and fast shipping! They sell pacis and bundles! US based

🩰 @florameow.co (insta, website) em has super cute pacis, I didn't buy from her yet but when I had questions in the past she was very nice! Also she is having a huge discount on a lot of pacis rn! UK based

🩷onesies and clothes:

🦕 @onesiesdownunder (insta, website, resellers) onesiedownunder has amazing products with a high quality and great sensory feel, they sell onesies, bloomers, paci-clips, bows, dungarees and dungaree dresses, they are 18+ and not all of their designs are sfw so keep that in mind! Australia based but resellers in europe and other countries

🩰 @babyyourdollco (insta, website, Etsy) babyyourdoll has super cute products, they have plain pacifiers, onesies, bibs, clothing and reusable fruit squeeze pouches. They are 18+! US based but some non-us shops offer customs with their bases

🚀 @everkidcouk (insta, Etsy, website) they have adorable products but I didn't try them (yet) their shop is completely sfw! They sell onesies and other clothing articles. UK based

🖍️stickers and art:

👑 @moomis_didney_castle (insta, Kofi, Patreon) moomi sells adorable stickers, their customer service is great and the products are amazing and durable! UK based

🧃 @nymphsgarden (insta) nymph makes adorable commissions usually based around fursonas, they r rly sweet and fun to work with! Online based

🦕 @littlessproutart (insta) sprout makes super cute commissions, they work fast and are super kind! Online based

🍼 @tny.preschool.bun aka me (insta, TikTok, Tumblr) you can always message me about commissions and find examples of my art on my insta and here! Insta is 18+ but non-sexual for personal reasons(The stuff in the picture at the bottom is also from me!) Online based

Fun fact of the day: artificial banana flavoring is based off of an extinct kind of banana, which got wiped out in the 50s

[carelessflower]

sunday recap 👚💅🏻

literally play all day lmaooo

me and my friend set up a date for today so we go have jjambbong ramen near the place. we also have some crispy pork with sweet and sour sauce. the noodle get a 10 while the pork get a 9. it the smallest portion on the menu yet it enough for two. also everyone get one fried egg and I mix it with kimchi, sweet and spicy sauce, chilli and soy sauce 9/10

next there was like a festival in range of the lunar new year and that our main destination, look at home crowded with shop and shoppers lmaoo

the many many outfit i have tried on, plus the one shirt I thought was cute (the blue one).

white lace shirt: so close to buying it but I remember I already bought one I similar style literally this week

red bow shirt: they got some get-two shirts with half-the-price thing going on but it like so skin tight

yellow shirt: I love big ruffle collar so bad but this one one size smaller than mine :((

black dress: again with big ruffle collar that doesn't suit me but I want them anyway. my friend said it make me look like victorian maid

gingham dress: kinda giving cottagecore flowers on hair maiden

what i bought...this is 2$...if you wanna yell at me...consider i am very beautiful and smart

some random stuff i saw browsing through the market. lmaooo look at that shirt and that store. also the bracelet is cute but way out of budget. the necklace look cute too but I already got too many jewelry. and the perfume:DD love sugar baby and something like called sexy, and some tea scent. the tea scent istg is a dupe of matcha meditation like bergamot, tea, white chocolate. maybe im considering hmmmmmmmmm it cheaper than matcha meditation

then me and friend went to mixue for some milktead (black sugar boba tea btw 7.5/10 wayyy too sweet) and got this little blindbag figure...it look like discounted chocolate candy. then we ordered like thai style spicy and sour chicken feet and cause the boba tea didn't allow outside food so we gotta go to the park near that and then there only one pair of chopsticks and then we drop it and gotta share using a stick. fun.

at least when we dropped sauce all over our hand we decided to go to the mall near there and it the right decision cause I gotta satisfied my perfume crave by going around sniffling again, these stores I never got the chance before! look at my trophy

hmmm first one i checked is diptyque , the candle smell amazing btw. for the perfume I like most of it cause it very natural subtle scent. check some stuff people rave about. didn't like l'eau papier that much, something about it was giving mineral to me. fleur de peau is good tho (alec scent btw). glad I didn't order philosykos out of hype cause I discover I dislike fig note so much lmaooo. love love eau duelle and do son. warm vanilla cake and very sophisticated white floral, which once again alec would use dont @ me

next is jo malone. their spray test papers are so cute. peony & blush is still so pretty, and I'll add bluebell into my wishlist. not very long lasting tho

tried delina exclusif and it definitely more rose than lyche compared to of delina. need to come back and smell other bottles tho. did smell meliora cause they said they dont have valaya in stock and it very much giving ice queen

when i saw memo paris stall i cheer, i laugh, i giggle. most definitely i finally got a verdict for sintra memo, which I almost ordered a sample before. it suck ASS bigger than alec's btw. smell like rotten milk with rotten dried fruits. i clearly dodge a bullet. smell marfa and madurai and it sooooooo alecore mecore me so genius core. inle are pretty and siwa is my type (sweet vanilla)

there some launching pop-up for a hair curling iron brand and like they were doing it for free and I thought why not. first pick freshly iron second pic was after 1-2 hours. i can say curly hair doesn't suit me lmaooooo

dinner with noodle cause im outta money

[unhappycylinder]

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Fem!Reader) Pt. 8

wc: 3.3k

Warnings: Jake being an idiot, cursing, Gabby and Rooster being adorable,

Series Masterlist

“Gabby I just don’t know what to do,” you sobbed into the phone, “I know he said that stuff to push me away, I know it's not how he really feels, but what kind of person can say that to someone they love? He probably doesn’t even love me…”

“Y/n don’t say that,” Gabby’s comforting voice brought more tears to your eyes, “you know he loves you, we all do, but you gotta remember its Hangman we’re talking about. He doesn’t know how to love someone this much. He’s from Texas, he doesn’t know how to have feelings.”

You laughed, wiping away your tears that had pooled in the crease of your nose, “very fair.”

“I’m so sorry he did this…” Gabby stuttered, “I have no idea why. We talked to him just the same day he called you, like literally hours before, and he told Rooster that he believed in you guys…”

That only made you sob harder, “then which one is it?” You coughed, the emotions overloading you to the point you thought you might throw up.

“Sweetheart oh my god,” Gabby’s heart broke for you, and her blood ran cold thinking of Hangman and how he could hurt you like this, “I don’t think you should be alone right now”

“There’s nothing I can do about that Gabby. It’s a long weekend, I have no friends here who know anything about my personal life, I have no money to go anywhere, I’m stuck,” you ranted to her.

“Alright then I’m flying you down”

“What?” You squeaked, “Gabby you’re not doing that”

“Yeah I am,” she pulled out a computer and started typing, you just stared at her dumbfounded over the phone, “send me your TSA number honey, we’re getting you out of there”

“Gabby,” you ran your hands over your forehead, “a flight to San Diego would be like $400 this last minute, it's ridiculous. I’ll be fine, I’m not-”

“Y/n just hush. You’re my best friend, you need support, and I need to see you. Plus, my husband’s in the military, I get flight discounts, and I have access to his credit card and he’s gonna be away at sea so who’s gonna know”

“You’ve got this deployment thing down don’t you,” you laughed at her

“We’ve only been married a few months but I’ve been with this idiot for years, and not once has he questioned why thousands of dollars leave his bank account every time he goes away. Honestly I don’t think he’s smart enough to remember how much money he had before he left…” She rambled while she booked your flight, “Can you be at the airport at 6 tomorrow? Direct flight to San Diego at 8:30…Roo and I can pick you up?”

“Gabby, I mean this sincerely, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you smiled at her,

“Suffer…probably,” she giggled, making you laugh too.

“Thank you Gabby, you’re the best”

“I know I am,” she flipped her hair, “anyway I gotta go soak up some Rooster time before he leaves for forever…”

You giggled, “I don’t want to know details…I’ll see you tomorrow, love you!”

“Love you more, go get some sleep, and don’t forget about your flight please!”

You blew her a kiss before hanging up. Luckily, the emotions from Jake’s phone call had drained you for the day, and you fell asleep pretty easily after the talk with Gabby. After all, you had a flight to catch in the morning.

—

“You better give me a big hug right now,” Gabby said as she walked towards you, arms wide open, as you exited the airport and the warm California air hit your face. Your lip quivered at the sight of your best friend, your tired arm threatening to drop your duffel bag as you embraced her and let your tears flow.

“You’re okay sweetie, you’re here now,” Gabby comforted you as she ran her fingers through your hair

“You have no idea how much this means to me,” you sobbed out, “I’m so happy to be here”

“Awww, I know,” she pulled away and grabbed your face, the widest smile across hers.

“Ladies, this is cute and all,” Rooster yelled from the car, “but this is 5 minute parking and this pilot isn’t looking to get banned from the airport anytime soon…”

“Oh calm down pendejo,” Gabby grabbed your bag from you and threw it into the trunk of the car. 

Sliding into the back seat of the car, you caught Rooster’s apologetic gaze through the rear view mirror, the sorrow in his eyes nearly making you break down again.

“Still haven’t heard anything from Hangman?” He asked, the bronco slowly moving out of the line of cars waiting to pick up passengers.

“Ay!” Gabby exclaimed, slapping the back of his head.

“What?” Rooster threw a hand up in defense, hunching over the steering wheel to avoid his wife’s swing.

“Why the fuck would you ask that?” Gabby hissed before turning around to face you, “I’m sorry honey, Mexico did a number on his brain apparently,” she joked as she muttered curses in Spanish to herself. Gabby and Rooster had just returned from a short but sweet honeymoon in Mexico, of which you heard many….maybe too many…intimate tales.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, “um I haven’t heard from him.”

Gabby and Rooster shared a knowing glance.

“Not to keep making you guys play middleman but…have you heard anything?”

“Um…” they both said in unison while staring at each other.

“You can tell me, guys, I’m pretty sure I’d rather know than not.”

Rooster sighed before turning to his wife, who then turned back around to face you.

“I wasn’t gonna tell you this cause I didn’t want you to get anxious,”

Too late, you thought to yourself.

“Jake knows you’re here…”

“Oh?” You felt a punch in your gut, the feeling of anxiety creeping into your throat as Gabby watched you process, “does he-”

“It doesn’t matter what he wants,” Gabby placed her hand on your knee, “you’re here to relax, not appease him. We’ll answer any questions you have of course, but I want you to spend this weekend how you want to, no matter what, okay?”

You sighed, questions and concerns filling your mind, “Okay,” you shook your head. Relaxing was probably the last thing you could do right now.

—

“I think I need to see him,” you muttered as Gabby helped you put your toiletries away in the guest bathroom.

Gabby sighed, “okay, whatever you want, but do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, is it? Did he say anything about wanting to see me?” You reclined against the bathroom counter, arms folding across your chest.

“Of course he did, Y/n, he feels like shit for breaking up with you, I know he regrets it. Rooster said his flying’s been off the past couple days, says he’s been extra dangerous, whatever that means.”

“Shit,” you panicked at the thought of him burning in, “yeah I need to talk to him”

“I’ll call him then, let him know to come by?” Gabby asked, waiting for you to decide where you wanted to meet him.

“I think I’ll just walk to his place,” you said mindlessly.

“Babe that's like a mile from here, why would you do that?”

“Give myself time to think of what to say? Time to abort the mission?” You sighed, leaving the bathroom to begin your pilgrimage to Jake’s.

“Alright, well, let me know if you need us to pick you up. I love you!”

“Love you too, wish me luck,” you yelled from the stairwell before departing.

—

Hovering your fist over Jake’s door, reality finally hit and anxiety flooded your body as you contemplated what the hell you were doing at Jake’s door three days before he deployed. 

“Y/n what the fuck?” You whispered, fist returning to your side as you promptly marched down his driveway, praying he hadn’t noticed you there.

He had.

“Y/n?” A groggy voice muttered from behind you, the Texan drawl of the man you loved barely identifiable over your own whispers. Stopping dead in your tracks, the anxiety bubbled up once again and this time threatened tears from your eyes. With a deep breath you turned around to see him.

Jake stood shirtless in his doorway, grey sweatpants clinging to his hips, his hair spiked and disheveled. The home behind him was dark, no blinds open to let in the midday sun of San Diego, and likely no ventilation for the better part of the last couple days. His eyes blinked rapidly as he adjusted to the light, the hand not clasping the doorknob shielding his green orbs as he trailed up your figure.

“Hey,” you croaked, tears beginning to slowly track your cheekbones. You didn’t move at all, you stood static on his driveway, arms crossed in front of you in a shallow attempt to comfort yourself.

“Come in baby,” he said groggily, breaking your heart to hear him call you such a loving nickname in such a tender way. The tears grew more frequent as you shook your head and walked towards him, arms still crossed until you reached the doorway and stood mere inches from him. 

He was impossible to read, but the one emotion you could identify was sympathy. Even Hangman, the hard-to-crack fighter pilot with confirmed kills, couldn’t stand to watch the woman who owned his heart stand in front of him shaking with sadness that he caused. You reached up to wipe away your tears, closing your eyes briefly, and just then you felt his strong arms around you. Jake pulled you close, nuzzling his face into your neck and stroking your back with his strong hands.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered into your hair. You cried harder, eliciting a grunt and sigh from him as the consequences of his actions finally caught up with his emotions.

“The things I said to you were-” he lifted up his head and stared upwards, searching for words, you remained nestled into his chest as you cried, “they were appalling. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything after Rooster told me you were here, I should have tried to see you. I just didn’t know what you’d want…”

“Jake-” you cut him off, peeling yourself off his bare chest to gaze into his eyes which were now also brimming with tears, “we need to talk about this stuff”

He nodded. You needed answers, he needed reassurance, talking was the only thing you could do. He let go of you and welcomed you into the house. Just as you had expected, he hadn’t opened a single window in the whole home, the air stagnant and dark, and the smell of dirty dishes beginning to creep through the building. You walked over to his couch, sitting down on the warm fabric that had obviously been the host of his body for the past couple days. He sat next to you, knees barely grazing yours as you sat in silence for a brief moment.

“Jake, do you remember what you told me on the beach at the beginning of the summer?”

“That I loved you?”

The past tense stung.“No, the part about you burning in, about what Phoenix was saying about you being safer…”

“Oh,” he glanced downwards, “yeah I do”

“Jake, you told me that you were flying safe because you were scared of losing me, that you were scared you’d miss out on our life, on our memories. You told me you wanted to see where we end up, and that our love motivated you to be a better pilot,” you fiddled with his fingers as you spoke, “and Rooster told me you haven’t been flying safe lately,” your throat choking up the more you thought of him being careless, “and I just don’t get why,” you finally sobbed.

The sound of your voice breaking finally brought Jake’s attention to you, concern and pity filling his eyes as he watched you struggle to explain yourself.

“I don’t get why you push me away. I don’t get why you tell me one thing and then do another. I don’t get why you put yourself in danger for no reason, why you put your career and your life on the line….to what? To prove some point?” Tears pooled on your cheeks while your eyes searched the room for some semblance of comfort. “The things you said when you broke up with me hurt, they hurt me to my core, but the thought of you throwing your life away out of spite hurts even more.”

Jake was speechless, his green eyes glassy under scrunched eyebrows as he finally felt the pain you had been enduring because of him.

“The life I want is the life I share with you. And I went into this relationship knowing distance and deployment and all that shit would be a factor. You did too. I’m prepared to go through anything for you…because I want those memories, Jake. I want to hold you and kiss you and dream of you while you’re gone. I want to move into your stupidly undecorated house on base when I graduate and be here for you every night when you come home,” you gestured to his bare walls, eliciting a small chuckle and nod from the hard-to-crack military man who had tears dropping from his eyes.

“God Jake the love I feel for you is endless. I gave you my heart, I gave you myself, don’t give those things back to me.” You stopped talking, the emotions overwhelming you to the point where you removed your hand from his and tucked your knees up in front of you, bundling yourself into a ball while Jake processed everything you said.

“I think…” he began, his eyes searching every part of the room except where you were, “I think we should take some time to think about all this,” he slowed down as he said the last few words.

Your tears dried up, shock overtaking the sadness. You didn’t expect this, you didn’t expect him to mean the things he said, to mean that he didn’t want to be with you.

“So you meant it?” You questioned, eyes finally meeting his.

“What?” He asked quietly

“You meant the things you said. The things about us? About me?”

“No, Y/n. I’m sorry for the things I said to you. They were hurtful and wrong and downright disrespectful. You’re a sweetheart and I’m sorry. I just mean I don’t think it's smart for us to jump into things right now, not with my deployment and your school.”

“What are you saying,” you cut him off.

“I think maybe we should just wait to date or something, til I’m back…”

“Jake,” your voice cracked, “I can’t do that,” you sobbed.

“You don’t think it's a good idea?” He asked earnestly.

“I’m gonna be waiting for you either way. I’d rather be waiting as your girlfriend than just some girl who's heartbroken and doesn’t even know if the man she loves loves her back.”

“You’re not some girl, Y/n, you’re my girl,” he rubbed your arm.

Shrugging him off as the confusion overwhelmed you, “no I’m not Jake. You broke up with me, you told me we should wait. Those don’t exactly go hand in hand with being ‘your girl,” you stood up to leave, he stared at you bewildered, “I’m leaving. You need to make up your mind, I’m tired of being confused about how you feel about me.”

You walked through the dark house to his door, opening it and letting the harsh California light hit the living room where he still sat on the couch, eyes never leaving your frame. 

“Good luck on your deployment, Jake,” and with that you took one last look at him and left the house, closing the door behind him. As you walked away, you held out for the possibility that he would open the door and come running out with an apology. But he didn’t. You walked the whole way back to Gabby’s without a word…without an ounce of clarity…just confusion like you had never felt before.

—

The remainder of the weekend went by without a word from Jake. Occasional glances from Rooster after he got a text or got off the phone let you know that, per usual, you were the only person out of the loop when it came to your relationship issues. Nevertheless, going through this breakup without Gabby would have been impossible, and her support meant the world to you.

Monday came around and it was time for the pilots to leave. The debate of whether or not to go had lived in the back of your mind for the better part of the weekend, eating away at you when you tried to close your eyes. Ultimately, after lots and lots of thinking, you had decided not to go for multiple reasons. For one, it gave Gabby and Rooster time alone during a special moment…and it also gave you the upper hand over Hangman. Despite what he told you, you knew Jake, and you knew he’d expect you to be there to wave him off. 

“You sure you don’t want to come, honey?” Rooster asked you as he walked by the couch where you reclined in their living room, dressed in his flight suit.

“Yeah I’m sure,” you sighed, sitting up to face him. “I know he’s gonna expect me to be there. And I want to be there for him…but I can’t let myself keep getting hurt. I can’t let him know that he can keep hurting me and I’ll come crawling back…”

“You know, as much as I love Jake, and as long as I’ve known him,” Rooster began, “I think you’re doing the right thing. You’re showing him you’re prioritizing yourself, which is important. He’s an asshole, he needs to be put in his place.”

“He is an asshole isn’t he,” you and Rooster laughed together.

“Alright honey,” Rooster ruffled your hair, the nickname he always called you by making you smile, “I’m outta here. I’ll keep my lips sealed to Jake for a bit, but you know how to reach me if you want me to tell him anything, okay?”

He grabbed his bags, “or if you just want to chat, I’d like that too.”

“Bradley!” Gabby’s piercing voice ran out from upstairs, “we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry the fuck up!”

“Down here, baby!” He yelled back.

Gabby came running downstairs, “You’re ready before me?” She asked out of breath.

“Yeah?” Rooster said sassily, “why are you so shocked by that?”

You giggled at the couple, making Gabby sneer at you.

“Don’t you dare laugh with him,” she pointed at you, making you and Rooster laugh harder. She sighed before walking down and embracing her husband.

“You can’t wear this flight suit in the home, Brashdaw, otherwise you’ll be late to everything…” she flirted before kissing him, his hands gripping her hips.

“I love you, Gabby,” he kissed her again.

“Y'all are gonna make me throw up, go get on a boat or something Roo,” you pretended to gag as you got up from the couch.

“Bye Y/n,” Rooster said, letting go of Gabby briefly to give you a hug and kiss on the forehead, “don’t be a stranger”

“Back at ya.” you gave him a smile, “don’t like die or anything….Gabby would kill you”

Your friend laughed, giving you a brief nudge before opening the front door for Rooster. She shot you a quick wink before closing the door behind her, the sound of the bronco starting not long after. 

And with that, you sat back down on the couch, left with your own thoughts and the slightest feeling of regret and worry beginning…what if you never got to say goodbye?

--

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[ill-say-anything-i-hafta]

The Lower Manhattan Boys (and Spot Conlon) Tell You How They Make Extra Money In the Winter

1. Thievin'

Jack: I will pick a pocket if the opportunity presents itself, but the church collection boxes is easiest, especially at this time of year.

Racetrack: That's a big risk Jack. They's always gonna be lookin' closer at a guy like you. it's just another form of gamblin', really.

Jack: Hey, you stay out of this, pal. You sound like Dave. And it ain't as if Ise stealin' stuff away from the intended recipients. Them funds is supposed to be for the poor and needy, right? Ain't we poor?

Racetrack: You want another card, or is we gonna sit here jawin' all night?

Jack: I fold.

2. Shovelin' walkways

Buttons: We charges two cents to do the stretch of sidewalk in front of your shop or your home, plus an extra penny if you wants your stoop cleared. Railings is free. And we gives a discount if you is old and feeble.

Romeo: Or if you is pretty.

Buttons: We do Jacobi's and the theater for free.

Jojo: But we charges extra if you looks like you can afford it. Miss Katherine taught us this is called bein' an entrepreneur.

Buttons: Hey, dummy, speak for yourself. I don't need no girl to teach me big words. In fact, I already knowed that one.

Jojo: Well I ain't needed to know it to do it. Ise a natural.

3. Encouragin' tips

Crutchie: I gets around all right, generally. Don't let no one tell you different. But ice and snow on cobblestones ain't no picnic for me. And damp weather like this, the leg won't hardly give me no peace. I miss a lot of sellin' days. But I got a compensatory seasonal advantage. Here's what I do: I fumble with the change. More often than not, by the time I gets the coins out of my pocket, they don't even want 'em.

Les: So what? I do that every single day of the year. It doesn't always work, but it can't hurt, right?

Crutchie: Youse real cute, Les. But let's just say someone like me gets more tips in December.

Les: Why?

Crutchie: Look. It ain't my fault some fella wrote a Christmas story about a kid with a crutch. It ain't my fault if i puts folks in mind of that kid. I didn't ask for it.

Les: But you're Jewish, like us. Aren't you?

Crutchie: Shh! Who told you that?

Les: Specs.

Crutchie: Well, keep it under your hat. There's money on the line.

4. Totin' packages and similar errends

Elmer: I'se the only who makes money this way because no one in their right mind would trust most of these boys. But I got a innocent face. And luckily for my regulars, I got a honest disposition to go along with it.

5. Soakin' Midtown kids

Albert: Complain all you like about the short, dark days of winter, but there is some things I happen to like about this time of year. The sight of a wreath of greenery and berries hangin' on someone's door. Hot chestnuts from a cart. The cheery fellow-feeling that is in evidence everywhere you -- hey, ain't that Lefty Petrovitch? What's he doin' south of Fourteenth Street?

Spot: [Cracking her knuckles] Let's get him!

Albert: I appreciate your help, Spot.

Spot: It is my personal pleasure, Al. In fact, this is one of my favorite pastimes of the Christmas season because not only is I doin' you a good turn, but we might also make a tidy profit besides, depenin' on how good he was sellin'.

Albert: Just 'cause we all got a union together don't mean kids should get away with floutin' mutually agreed-upon territorial boundaries.

Spot: Yeah!

Albert: Remind me, why does Race get to sell way across the bridge at Sheepshead?

Spot: [Cracking her knuckles again] I often find myself ponderin' that self-same question.

FIN.

[sleepytoycollection]

Thrift finds.

I have actually been trying to avoid thrifts rn to erase the temptation to buy things, but my dad wanted to go + I got a generous Christmas gift of $50 a few days ago and I slipped up.

On the plus side my dad checked my stuff out to get me the senior discount, so all of this was only like $10.

And now it's out of my system no more thrifting until next payday.

That spiel out of the way, I am very excited! I will put further ranting under the cut!!

A SmartGurlz/Kurhn doll!!! I think I saw one post about these a year-ish ago maybe?? Never thought I'd see one on person.

Draculaura was in a grab bag with the other MH clothes. Was thrilled to see the Iris outfit, I passed on I<3Fashion Iris since I managed to get her SDCC doll thanks to a friend, but I always loved this look.

I'm debating on whether to customize Ula or just clean her up. She's got glue head, but also she's fairly complete and doesn't have wonk.

And other cute rainbow surprise unicorn. I love the dragonfly wings!!!

This is the 5th AG doll I've found this year, and the third one by the pleasant company, not a modern Mattel. While a nice find, Who is donating all these AG dolls. I've gone years never seeing a single AG in a thrifts so it's a little strange to see such an influx.

Also, her outfit? I'm 99% certain it's from one of the 18" Kelly dolls they made in like, the late 90's. It has a barbie tag so I don't know what else it would be.

And finally B-A-B Fluttershy. I see B-A-B ponies fairly often at my local thrifts, but usually pass I for the most part I usually prefer G1s, and try to limit how many plushies I have in general. Fluttershy is the only exception bc for some reason, despite barely having ever watched MLP: FIM, I really love Fluttershy. She's so cute. I have only a handful of G4 stuff, but 90% is Fluttershy (the other 10% is Chrysalis lol).

Gonna be fun to fix all this up. c:

[elizabethplaid]

evening notes - dec 19, 2024

TL;DR summary

Still not wearing pants; taking time to rest

Helped dad put away groceries, which barely fit

Rewarded with empty boxes

Cleaned part of my bathroom, put boxes to use

Texted LL-K about scarf measurement

Dug out more yarn; might make a new pumpkin?

Dad will deliver holiday treats tomorrow (Friday) and Saturday

I know I'm long-winded. You get a summary, because I love you.

Another day of sensory issues means most of the day was spent laying down. Dad went grocery shopping by himself today, and he brought back a ton of stuff. I helped put away as much as I could, but I got light-headed.

There was just so much food. Dad stocks up when he goes shopping, because it's such a long drive to these stores. (Military and wholesale discounts, plus better prices in the city, versus rural area stores.)

He brought me more empty product-display boxes from BJ's (a wholesale store like Costco), which included one big enough to hold 3 loaf-shaped cats side-by-side. One seemed like a generic "tray" size. Like for boxes of printer paper, it'd be the same size as the lid for that. A friend gave us a similar box that her canning jars came in.

Once I got upstairs, I had about 20 minutes of ambition and cleaned off one shelf and the the under-the-sink cabinet. The shelves were made with scrap wood to cover some pipes in the back corner, so they are very long and narrow. Basically, they're a pain to use for storage, because things get lost in the back. So I put my most-used items in a long basket (just the right size, too!) and wiped out the dust bunnies.

I combined some things into the same boxes, then threw out the empty ones. A variety pack of bandaids, with only the tiny ones remaining, got combined with the another open box of bandaids. Two sizes of tampons into the same box; same with pads.

The "lavatory library" was set aside. It's mostly magazines with pretty pictures and my dream-symbol dictionary. Wiped out the dust bunnies and trash under the sink. Found a washcloth I forgot about? Found another good hair clip, one of the bigger ones. Most of mine broke over time, and the only ones I can find now are smaller.

Since I wiped everything with a damp sponge, I'm letting it air dry before I reload it and close the cabinet doors. Boxes and books are in the hallway, but I don't think the cats will disturb anything. Wampus might steal some plastic? Moscow is keeping guard, in the big box. ===========

Texted LL-K (library lady K) about her scarf. She said she'll text me back about the measurements later tonight.

To keep myself from adding more to the scarf, I dug into my yarn stash in the living room. There's some pale pink baby yarn that I'm thinking of making into pumpkins, maybe with a cable knit. It's been more than a year since my last pumpkin. (There's still some that never got stuffed, haha.)

While dinner was in the oven, I worked to separate a double-stranded yarn. It's a "fun fur" or "eyelash" novelty yarn, but it has this funky rainbow pom-pom as the other strand. It looks like clown pox; I hate it. Separately, it might make a cute trim or a fun accent to a plush. Not really knit together with something else, maybe just woven between stitches. =====

Checked in with phone-friend tonight. They're cool with skipping holiday gifts. I went on a mushy tangent about how our friendship means more than gifts - that my heart already overflows and I don't feel the need to ask for more. It's true, but the brain fog is the bigger hurdle.

We're skipping our call this week, so they can spend time with family. I think my brain will be in better shape by next weekend. I'm in a good place with everything else. Plus, I'm having fun browsing through the videos my friend recommended to me last week. =====

My brain-word capacity is running low, but I want to make note of ideas for future discussions - whether here on tumblr or with my friend or my counselor.

Different levels of goals I'd like to meet this upcoming year, like tasks or returning to the library.

Something about my long hair?

Revisiting long-abandoned organization tasks

(Counseling) Comparing and contrasting current and past me

Clearing drafts on here and my side blogs

I also need to back up my computer files again. Probably need to cull some files, too. God knows I don't label files with appropriate names.

[bexria]

give me that !

ria loved shopping, always had. usually she would go with her brother, because he didn’t like spending money on himself plus, he loved spending money on ria. generally ria has things handed to her by her parents or brother (especially her brother), but she’d saved up some money, so she didn’t need to rely on them all the time, because though majority of their answers were ‘yes’, it wasn’t always she got what she wanted. discounts sounds good though, it means ria can buy more stuff for the same amount of money. and though her brother couldn’t come along, claudine could.

ria doesn’t care for the people interviewing nor the variety show, she’s only looking at all the discounts. she points at a plushie, looking at claudine before returning her look to the plushie, “it’s too cute, isn’t it?!”, her brother or parents would say she already has too many plushies, but claudine doesn’t know how many plushies ria has. “what do you think?” she says as she tugs on claudine’s shirt. she wraps herself around claudine’s arm, “i got to have it!”.

on the way to -> @beclaudine

[nei-ning]

Went to do some shopping with my mother today, also taking her out to a cafe because of her upcoming birthday. It was actually very nice trip overall! I was hunting new Halloween decorations but there was the same lame (and cheap) old ones in few stores. Just some fake spider webs + mini spiders, fake tiny chains with mini skulls and lots and lots of weird hair accessories for kids. Like hair band with bat wings or witch's hat. And ugly masks.

I decided to check this new shop which was opened in the mall few months ago. I instantly saw Halloween stands and I almost ran in the shop, ahah! I found new cute things! I got myself this cute Halloween themed throwing blanket and a necklace of witch's broom with a hat and a cat on it. I also found cute pair of Halloween themed socks! :D Sucks there wasn't big sizes enough. Would had buy them for my friends and bro too. Mom bought me this tall scented Halloween candle. It smells super nice!

From other shops, where I usually go to check Halloween stuffs, I didn't find much anything. Mom, however, noticed this skull pile with a crow on it with 10 dollars and she bought it to me. Another, and very unexpected, thing what mom found for me was this small furry bag with wide but short golden chain! I don't know what the HECK I'm gonna do with it because I don't go out at evenings etc. but, heck, I loved it instantly! I carried it around on my arm and it instantly felt like we had been together forever! Plus it had very nice discount ~ Original price: 30 dollars. Now: 10! Plus it was the LAST one!

I also found this super cute dinosaur squishmallow! His name is Ainhoca :D

I was also happy to notice ALL CHRISTMAS decorations! MY GOD, I was SO HAPPY! I giggled like a little child, checking them all out! :D Ah, the best seasons of the year! <3

PS. I also got Verti a memory plate / tag already. It's dark metallic heart and the machine carved his name, birth year and death year on it - just like I asked.

[kyi195]

Thot abt putting this in the tags but honestly, if I had to type this out there I'd kms...

Anyway, I worked retail all of like 4 months. Shit gave me the worst anxiety and on top of working 55hrs a week between that and another non-retail job AND going to school I was definitely not in the best headspace. Anyway, it was an upscale motorcycle safety gear shop. I think the cheaoest thing we had in store besides trinkets were some gloves. Full mesh with calf leather (iirc) palms and plastic pads over your main knuckles. They were like $100 I think? Anyway, just set dressing.

The first item I sold that was the big ticket was the airbag jacket. Full leather jacket with an airbag vest inside that was self contained. Most airbag jackets have a tether you attach to the bike and when you come off the bike it pulls the tether and poof, airbag. This was one where it had some accelerometers and gyros to detect when you were moving in a non-standard way and poof airbag. Our store got three in sizes that don't really match up with thr locals and they were $1500/ea in an area where locals don't wear gear and if they do its cheap shit. I sold the first in the store to some dude who took it AND THEN started piling more shit up too. Cash fuckin mobey babey. Dude was super chill and hella loaded and he paid for his stuff and off he went. The owners of the building our store was in would host bike nights every week and he'd show up every so often, always in his airbag jacket.

Next up was a bit funnier. In the shop we'd host MotoGP watch parties every weekend they had a race during the season. I personally didn't care much for MotoGP. Went to a race once and it was fun as hell but watching on thr tv didn't really do it for me. Anyway we had a dude in the shop looking at race suits. I think the least expensive one we had in shop was like 11 or 1200? This dude was looking at one that was originally 1600 but was marked down to 13 because it was a style we were getting rid of. I laid hard into the sale, pumped up the benes of the design and brought up the discount and BOOM sale made plus some matching gloves and boots that we had to mail order.

OH WAIT homie's in the fuckin military and he's getting shipped to korea in like a week and a half. Before his boots are set to arrive! And not only that. My coworker said she tried to sell but him leaving made her pull back. I didn't see that interaction at all so that's why I went full sales pitch. THEN he finds me on facebook right before he ships out just to say that he bought the fuckin suit bc he thought I was cute. Sux for him, I was DEFINITELY not into a relationship. Esp not with someone about to be halfway across the world.

Anyways we kept making "worlds farthest booty call" jokes after that saying I was gonna fly to Korea to drop off this mfs boots and then suck some dick for america" or w/e. Ahhhh funny times at that shop.

Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.

When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.

When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.

In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.

If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.

“Could I get a bag….?”

There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.

I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.

The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.

The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”

“There’s no bags?”

“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.

He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”

When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.

“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”

I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

So mum bought me a korean corndog and a cake 🥰 we went to the cannoli place and we both saw cakes we liked so we got it

I shall be having mine with some hot milk tonight Insha’Allah while watching… something, probably Labyrinth ^_^ it’s breezy and autumn-y enough outside for Labyrinth now

And Whisper of the Heart, but I’m saving that one for Friday I think

Also :D I USED MY FIRST EVER STUDENT DISCOUNT TO PAY FOR MY VARIOUS PYJAMAS

And also THIS SEASON OF M&S WAS BASICALLY ALL THE STARRY VIBES SO

I got 15% off on such comfy and cute pyjamas I am SO excited to wear them

And because I planned this trip and budgeted and all even though I spent like, a fair amount, I don’t feel too bad because 1. Necessities and 2. Yes things I LIKE and that fit my style are a necessity because I will wear and use it more and self care is a bit of a necessity sometimes. Also 3. I avoided spending extra money on any treats or food out, the only time I do is an emergency cheesecake so Insha’Allah my efforts in saving will add up

Plus I’ve been dying for properly comfy pyjamas that fit me not just old clothes and things from when I was 15 (literally, that’s the last time I bought pyjamas properly)

Not to be obnoxious but a littol haul pic because I JUST LOVE THESE PYJAMAS SO MUCH (and this ain’t overconsumption, read; has not bought pjs in 8 years 💀💀💀)

Yeah :D I’m very on brand here :D

Oh that blue starry one in the bag isn’t just like. Another pyjama set

It’s a big floof jumper, I still have my cosy snowflake one but it’s old and… it doesn’t have stars on it :D that one wasn’t MUCH of a necessary purchase but come on I think I deserve a new pyjama jumper 🥺

The bedsheet shopping didn’t go so well… Next isn’t open at the mall anymore so I had to go to M&S and 🥹 it’s so expensive for a duvet set they basically only stocked big designer stuff, £60 a set

So I managed to find a reasonably priced set and some mattress covers, I couldn’t use the discount again it was a one off but I’m glad I used it for the pyjamas that was probably a better usage

I do still want more bedcovers but it’s not as urgent now, I just needed a couple of new ones + mattress covers since the old ones are falling apart and the mattress doesn’t fit with my old covers

So I can defer buying it to another month Insha’Allah perhaps even when there’s a sale on so I can get a really nice print but without the painful prices

Look at me trying my best to be a responsible adult

Yes my mum will still be paying for my boots Insha’Allah

I did actually go try on some Dr Martens but they were really stiff and tight and like not bad I’m sure I’d adjust but if I’m gonna ask mum to pay £180 for boots I should love them right? And I love the flower ones I found online much more and they’re £110 so it seems only sensible to get the cheaper ones that I already love than get the £180 and paint on them (which is what I was planning on doing :D leather paint + starry aesthetic)

I like the Victorian vibes, so I’m gonna order them now and Insha’Allah they’ll come soon so I can try em out

[lesbesitos]

i had such a nice day today i hung out with my best friend who’s been super busy recently and i found another picnic basket at goodwill and i got a tote bag to decorate and i got boba plus it was like 95° today and it just made me feel very content and happy

[thesunshineriptide]

Our World au - twst boys get jobs in our world (part 2)

Part one

They’ve been stranded for a month now, and expenses are getting a bit tight. Off to work you go, you funky little wizards!

Characters: Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Lilia

Kalim:

* Kalims skills include: being cute, being thoughtful, and being friendly

* He may not have a lot of skills, but he’s trying his hardest and that’s what matters

* He ends up getting hired at Trader Joe’s

* He’s very excited at every task there is

* Which, there are quite a few

* Like Floyd, he needs constant stimulation and changing tasks

* Unlike Floyd, though, he’s set water on fire before so working in food service is a no

* That’s why this is such a good fit!

* He just has to stock stuff, ring people up, and be friendly

* He can do all that!

* He gets a reasonable pay for a part time job, and a discount on the food

* He spends so much time snacking at work though

* On the plus side, he can expertly tell anyone what they can pair almost anything with

* It’s broadened his horizons! And he will happily share everything with everyone at home

* He is still bad with money though so whenever someone asks for Taco Bell money he hands them like $50

Jamil:

* Jamil has a lot of work experience, and ends up doing miscellaneous tasks

* Lawncare, babysitting, dog walking, cleaning. He does it all

* Eventually, though, Kalim says he should see if he can teach dance classes or something

* Floyd overhears

* Floyd grins wickedly

* This leads to Jamil getting dragged to the gym Floyd works at and dumped into his boss’s office

* “I found someone who can teach dancing! Sea snake’s real good at it too! C’mon, show him”

* Jamil doesn’t exactly wanna piss off floyd or get him fired, and begrudgingly busts a move

* He is hired on the spot with a resigned sigh and a whole bunch of paperwork

* He surprisingly loves it though

* He’s always loved dancing, and now he gets to get paid for it? And he can keep a constant schedule?

* He gets paid pretty well, and some life seems to shine through him when he’s at home. He genuinely looks happy for once in a long while

* Kalim brings him snacks when he can

* And Floyd attends Jamil’s class every once in a while, so Jamil gets to watch in amusement as a fish out of water flops around

Vil:

* Here he is, in a shopping mall, working a minimum wage job at sephora.

* And here’s the thing. He’s like, really good at it

* Like, really really good at it

* His passion for making people look their best and his in depth knowledge of makeup means this is a perfect fit for him

* If it weren’t for the fact that during the week, this is so completely, utterly, annoyingly boring.

* Not to mention, he isn’t even earning enough to buy half the shit he sells

* How is he supposed to make sure every product is up to snuff?

* Regardless, whenever he works, every customer walks away with an insane amount of products and a shine in their eyes

* I mean, except the ones who find him insulting and walk away

* He’s bored, though. There’s no films, homework, music, nothing to study.

* So he starts teaching vocal lessons around the neighborhood.

* Vocal lessons turn into a part time job at the music store

* Now he has two jobs, twice the pay, and he doesn’t have to be around the 15 people at your place.

* He spends his money on shit specifically for work. Nicer outfits, soaps, makeup, instruments, etc.

* Workin boy get that dough.

Rook

* Here’s a fun fact, hunting skills don’t just go away when magic is removed

* Here’s another fun fact, newspapers still exist!

* It takes a while for rook to find a job that really fits with him

* See, he can be helpful. Sometimes he can even act normal

* But he’s a hunter, and isn’t gonna stop just because of some silly reason like he’s in a different world and stalking is illegal

* No, of course not!

* But he has a way with words, doesn’t he? And he’s got all the skills to sniff out a good story

* So after several doesn’t failed attempts at a job (including fast food, office work, private training, etc.) he eventually becomes a reporter for the local newspaper!

* Sure, nobody buys newspapers anymore, but online journalism is strong and well!

* And depending on where you live, buzzfeed might be nearby

* He makes little to no money but at least you don’t have the French in your house 24/7

* Also rook starts smoking oui’d once he makes some money and suddenly he’s a lot less terrifying when he’s digging through your cabinets for Doritos.

Idia

* The chances of Idia getting a job seem slim to none

* I mean, he doesn’t want to leave his room at home, why would he here?

* And without his brother?

* Surprisingly, Idia is a lot more social here than in twisted wonderland

* He’s feeling a lot better, and he doesn’t have anywhere to hide. Nobody knows who he is, he doesn’t have flaming hair anymore, and-

* And there’s so much anime to watch, and so many new games to play!

* But he knows that he needs money. He doesn’t have any funds here

* After some encouragement from his new roommates, he goes for a walk around town, and guess what he finds

* A nerd store

* Depending on where you live, maybe it’s a comic shop, or a board game store, or a GameStop, but whatever it is, you’re never removing him from it.

* You swear that his eyes have sparkles in them when he comes back from his walk and announces he got a job

* Yes, like that. Literally spent Three hours in the store and he’s on the payroll.

* I don’t think anyones seen him happier.

* And as for his brother,

* Well, when Idia saves up enough money, he buys himself a laptop

* He ends up making a copy of Ortho, although he’s a little more stilted than the robot we know and love, and downloads him on his phone, so he can take him everywhere and show him everything

* He says once they’re back to their world, he’ll upload everything to Ortho’s database, so he can experience everything too

Malleus

* What’s a 200+ year old fae Prince to do in a new world

* He’s not great with technology, he has no fortune to rely on, and his skills are…questionable, at best

* But there’s a little secret almost every town has

* Your town - yes, you, reader- your town has a historical museum

* Most of the time we never think about these places. They’re old and usually smell a little and we go there once as a field trip or something and never again, right?

* Not malleus!

* No, no, he finds your local museum and immediately is enthralled

* There’s so much history about your town! Why did you never tell him about this?

* The first time he goes inside he spends hours pouring over all the information, soaking it up like a sponge

* He goes so far as to start asking questions from the curator, to which they reply “You might as well work here,” in a joking tone

* But malleus doesn’t take it as a joke

* No, he starts working here unofficially at first, taking people through a tour of the museum and sprinkling in some history that isn’t even available in the museum

* And eventually the curator(s) just add him to the payroll

* Why?

* There’s a sudden influx of people attending the museum, mostly teenagers, mostly girls, who are all coming to see this one of a king gothic beauty talk about the architecture of the ceiling of this particular room.

* And the museum is making BANK

* so malleus accidentally gets a job. He shows up to work even when he’s not scheduled because he loves it so much.

Lilia

* So we all agree Lillia shouldn’t cook, right?

* Lillia doesn’t agree

* Luckily he works at a cafe so there’s not a lot of food

* He…he can be trusted to make some coffee, right?

* Well….kinda.

* He’s trusted to make iced coffees

* At Dunkin’ Donuts

* He’s mostly doing cleaning

* After a few weeks of this he finally takes a cooking class nearby

* Holy shit does it change his life when they start explaining healthy meals

* See, back in twisted wonderland, he wouldn’t have listened

* He has magic

* And is old

* But here?

* He has no choice because they won’t let him make hash browns or anything

* He set the oil on fire

* Anyway, after that his cooking improves slightly and they allow him to make orders

* Someone has to threaten to fire him to get him to stop adding weird shit though.