It's like 3:30 am
I'm manager at my job now and I wish I wasn't kinda
A customer got mad that I wouldn't let him come pick up his food after we had closed
I got a flat tire
My spare tire is flat
All of the lights on my cars dash lit up and I cried
I can't afford my rent
Today started out so nice, my friend bought me coffee and we hung out talking for hours I haven't had friends to do that with for a while and I've missed having friends honestly
I don't even have any weed to numb any of the sadness and shit I feel
Getting high was my only escape from my life and I've given it up so I can try and afford my rent
I'm not even a fully trained manager I shouldn't have been closing by myself tonight but it happened!!! At least I am getting manager pay now. A whole dollar raise woohoo
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I feel so bad for liking so so many of the same posts from specific people all in a row but I just AUUUGGGHHH Y'ALL'S STUFF IS SO GOOD ESPECIALLY THE ARTISTS AAAUUUUUGHHHGGGGHHHHHH PLZ UR ART IS AMAZING I AM LIKING YOUR POSTS OUT OF RESPECT AND ADMIRATION FOR YOUR SKILL LEVEL I PROMISE 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺
plz I am only one silly creature and I don't know how to use tumblr properly yet ;;w;;
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Hi all. Here's my take on why Stolas doesn't need a whole rebound relationship with the Better Than Blitzo guy or Vassago or anyone.
It baffles me when people frame his lack of sexual and romantic experience as a problem that needs to be solved through relationships with other people.
I get the idea that he's a sheltered, neurodivergent, and until recently, closeted, gay man going through a second adolescence- and that causes him to have expectations for relationships that are based more on fiction than reality. I really do. And I think the way out of that problem is to truly understand the person he's trying to have a relationship with. Not to learn about relationships in general by dating around in order to practice for the person he actually has feelings for.
I also find it pretty narrow-minded to assume there's some amount of experience (in terms of number of partners) that's necessary for someone to understand relationships. A lot of queer and/or neurospicy folks come to relationships late, and for some that means a lot of different partners, and for others that means falling in love with just one, and both are fine.
A certain number of partners doesn't make you more or less of an adult, and frankly I find it a little infantilizing to assume that Stolas doesn't know who he wants as a 36? year old man just because he hasn't met some threshold for what a "normal" sexual/romantic development is. He might be going through a period of self-discovery where he's overly excited and wrong about things and makes mistakes, but that doesn't mean he's an actual teenager.
Shit, I've had some shorter relationships that I would skip if I could go back in time. Did I learn from them? Sure. Could I have learned those same lessons without them and saved myself some time and frustration? Absolutely.
I don't mind that he made out with some guy at a party. I don't mind that he might hook up with that person. A little experimenting likely won't hurt. It doesn't mean that he needs to go through a whole other relationship in order to discover that he actually loves the person who he knows he loves.
Never mind that Blitz actually does hold the key to Stolas discovering a lot of his shortcomings. And figuring those out is Stolas's whole character arc.
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I love teenchester fanfics with the pov of an outsider (like a teacher, a store employee or motel neighbor) thinking that Dean with the bad boy reputation is being an abusive brother to Sam the sweet boy who loves school. So they try to protect Sam by taking him away from Dean (discreetly or directly) . Later, they end up realising that they were wrong.
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[Damian in the Minecraft server excitedly showing Jon his extensive (and ethical) farms that he made while Jon was banned from Minecraft to focus on studying for tests at school]
Jon: ... yeah, you're so shit at Minecraft. Looks nice though!
Damian: ?! what do you mean? I worked hard on these????
Jon: *sigh* I'll show you what a real Minecraft farm looks like!
[Jon brings him to his "farm" and proudly shows off the fact you cannot tell the pixels apart as there are so many animals in one spot]
Damian: I....... have no words for this. Our friendship is about to end over this. Think of their feelings.
Jon: but this is how you play Minecraft 😭😭 next you're going to tell me you don't even eat the animals at your farm and they're just decorative 😭
Damian: I'M A VEGETARIAN. 😡😡😡😡 I MAKE BREAD. 😡😡😡😡😡😡 LOG BACK OUT. 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡
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My LB reviews of Beetlejuice get more deranged with every rewatch
I was a normal level of deranged on August 5th:
And by September 7th, i began my descent into madness:
I've been pretty normal about Beetlejuice Beetlejuice so far, but I'm seeing it again this weekend, and I'm in Beetlebabes hell ....
So I'm not hopeful I can contain myself after so much exposure to Beej being a total malewife-ish wifeguy over Lydia 🥹
They're in love and I'm in love with them
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Star-crossed lovers (May 9th)
tw mention of abuse
word count: 590
@wolfstarmicrofic
“We can’t, Remus. I’m sorry,” Sirius says and he hates himself. He told himself he wouldn’t cry but he’s crying and he hates himself.
Remus looks lost, like he really can’t believe or understand what Sirius is saying. “I– Sirius, love, are you okay? Did something happen?” he reaches out to touch Sirius’ face but Sirius steps away and shakes his head. He has to do this. He reminds himself that he has to do this, for Remus.
Sirius suddenly wishes they were anywhere but here, on top of the Astronomy Tower. This is where Sirius kissed Remus for the first time. Sirius hates himself. “I– we–” Sirius breathes out steadily and tries to summon every last bit of feigned courage and overwhelming love he has for Remus. He says, “This isn’t working out. Between us, I mean. We work better as friends, Remus.” His voice is harsh and he’s no longer crying. Sirius finds pretending to be cruel as easy as breathing. He’s worked so hard for that not to be true but it is. Being cruel is easy for him.
Remus takes a step back. Sirius wishes he’d stop looking at him like that. Remus is looking at him like he’s just put out all the stars in the night sky.
Remus blinks and a single tear escapes, streaming down his face. Sirius wants to look away but he can’t. Remus is crying because of him. Remus looks completely heartbroken, and Sirius is responsible. Sirius doesn’t deserve to look away.
Remus smiles, and his miserable smile is the last blow that makes Sirius’ heart shatter into a million horrible pieces. “Sirius, that’s– you don’t have to apologize for that. I value–” Remus’ voice breaks. Sirius wants to scream. But he can’t. “You’re my friend before anything else, Sirius. If that’s what you want.”
It isn’t what he wants. It’s the last thing he wants. “It is. I’m sorry, Remus.”
Remus shakes his head, chuckling humorlessly. “Please, stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for, Sirius. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel–”
“No. No, you did nothing wrong, Remus,” Sirius says because he couldn’t help himself. “Remus, you’re– this is not what–” Sirius tries to breathe but he can’t. He closes his eyes and remembers why he’s doing this in the first place. He remembers Walburga storming into his room on the last day of Christmas break with an open letter in her hand.
Walburga Black is a lot of things– bigoted, boring, cruel, horrible– the list goes on and on. But more than anything she is honest. She doesn’t bluff. Her warnings are more promises than threats and–
“Sirius?”
Sirius blinks and really looks at Remus. There is no way Walburga Black is going to hurt anyone Sirius loves. Especially not Remus. Not while Sirius is alive. No way. If only Walburga had taken it out on him. If only she’d done anything else. Anything but hitting Sirius where it hurts, twisting his arm and forcing him to give up the most important thing in his life. Sirius can’t say anything. He’s just staring at Remus. He doesn’t have it in him to continue lying at this point.
Remus stares back, and his eyes are the most beautiful thing in the universe. He smiles, again. “That’s– it’s okay, Sirius. I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”
Sirius nods. He can’t speak, he can barely breathe. He nods again.
Remus leaves, and Sirius is alone. But Remus is safe, and that’s what matters, Sirius’ heart be damned.
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