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[marxism-transgenderism]

17? 🤭 no i mean 18-20?

LMAOO DEATH TO AMERICA KILL THE IMPERIALISTS

18. Where you would like to live?

Probably another city in the midwest or maybe the west coast ! I've been thinking about living in Chicago for awhile now but idk

19. Your favourite flavour of ice cream

Chocolate ! The kind with the bits of oreo cookie in it too

20. Last thing you ate

Sriracha chicken ramen bowl !

[rhizomehaunt]

tag 9 ppl u wanna get to know better! tagged by @baezel2 :) going to take @caelstyx & @oscardobewildin & @haunthouse & @unsureprincess & @corniart

Three ships I love: Griddlehark (I know), reemergence of Zuko/Sokka/Suki (idc how many years ago, I won't shut up), and both Harry/Kim and Than/Zag :3

First ever ship: Uhhh let's see...Zuko/Katara, probably Eragon and the main elf lady from the terrible Paolini books, Aragorn and Arwen if u count actual ships. LOTR and ATLA were the first pieces of media I wrote fanfiction for!

last song: Navigation IV by Mathieu Pelletier-Gagnon and Flore Laurentienne

last film: I didn't watch many movies in april because it's been a very cptsd heavy month which means I tend to reduce new or potentially triggering media, but the last movie I watched was Pacific Rim with my gf. :)

currently reading: Slug and Other Stories by Megan Milks (unspoken desire culminated in getting fucked to death by a slug? sick)

currently watching: I started Cheers to see if I was missing anything before my Frasier rewatch and can confirm I was not. Also rewatching Community after dinner when j and I are both noodling around doing our separate things in the same room. again, low trigger hours lately.

currently consuming: nothing at the moment, but I did just finish an oat milk matcha and a big bowl of mush (rice, red lentils, cilantro, kimchi, scallions, sriracha). and going to go make some genmaicha tea with honey.

currently craving: for the last few weeks I have been craving a chicago dog without any sign of reprieve, but right now, I'd also love a big bowl of curry ramen from the place near us.

[ramenhaven]

2023 is off to a great start with Bowl #1 - Black Garlic Tonkotsu, Strings Ramen Chicago

[hayle64]

sweatshirt + chicago 1’s + ramen bowls

[casspurrjoybell-20]

Simply Elliott - Chapter 5

*Warning Adult Content*

A Sexy Hypothesis - Part 1

It was Sunday evening when what I thought might happen, happened.

To: Elliott Wheeler [Hey, what are you doing right now?] From: Carter Matthews

To: Carter Matthews [Do you want the basic 'nothing' answer or actually what I'm doing which I am currently eating ramen, lol.] From: Elliott Wheeler

To: Elliott Wheeler [Come over.] From: Carter Matthews

I sat up from my slumped position on my couch and set my ramen bowl down.

'Come over'. I checked the time, I guess it wasn't that late, are Sam and Carla coming over too?

No, they can't, Carla's out of town, right?

And Sam's in Chicago visiting his boyfriend, unless he was back already.

To: Carla Santos [Are you still at your dad's?] From: Elliott Wheeler

I texted Carla and waited for her response, gnawing on my thumb nail.

To: Elliott Wheeler [Yes. Ugh. The Step-monster is feeling up my Dad, right in front of me.] From: Carla Santos

To: Carla Santos [Gross.] From: Elliott Wheeler

Is all I replied with.

So it would just be Carter and I?

I went back to Carter's text, he had messaged me again.

To: Elliott Wheeler [I'm bored. Can we hang out and watch a movie or something?] From: Carter Matthews

To: Carter Matthews [Sure. I'll be over in a little bit. Can't let good ramen go to waste.] From: Elliott Wheeler

When I tell you I scoffed down the rest of my ramen, I basically inhaled those noodles.

I had a strong feeling that Carter didn't just want to 'hang out' with me.

He wanted to hook up.

I mean, he was eyeing me all week at school and was extra flirtatious towards me.

I'm not stupid, I can put two and two together.

I went upstairs and knocked twice on my parents bedroom door, that was already open and poked my head in.

"Mom? Dad?"

My dad was propped up in bed, reading a James Patterson novel with his glasses hanging low on his nose.

I heard the shower in their attached bathroom running, so that must've been where my mother was.

My dad paused his reading and looked at me expectedly, telling me to carry on.

"Hey, can I go over to my friend's house?"

I didn't have my own car yet, I had to borrow theirs.

"It's a school night," my dad said as if I didn't know I had school the next day.

"I'm not gonna be there late."

"What kind of friend?"

My parents were always skeptical of who I hung out with after I told them I was pansexual.

They still didn't know what that meant.

"A friend, dad. Carla and Sam are gonna be there too," I lied but what was the harm?

"Back by ten o'clock?"

"Eleven?" I pleaded with my case being.

"I don't have any exams tomorrow."

"Ten-thirty. Don't push it."

"Deal," but before I left, I brushed my teeth, 'you never know'.

I got to Carter's house by eight.

*********

"Hey," Carter greeted me at his front door and I didn't miss the way his eyes roamed my body.

Maybe I should've changed?

I was wearing my average tan chino pants and a long sleeve striped shirt that had a white collar sticking through.

"Hey," I gave him an quaint smile before kicking off my shoes.

I looked around Carter's house.

"Where's Sam and Carla?" I questioned, even though I already knew.

"It's just us two. Is that okay?"

"Oh, yeah. That's cool," that came out way more nervous sounding than I intended.

Why was I nervous?

"Cool," Carter grabbed my hand while speaking.

"Let's go to my room," but he didn't give me a choice as we walked up the carpeted stairs and Carter dropped my hand when we entered his bedroom.

I sat on his bed, my eyes roaming his room as I shut the door.

"You're bedroom's pretty plain for a guy with a big personality," I observed his simple navy blue walls with no posters or medals or any form of decorations on them.

Even his dark dresser lacked personality.

No knickknacks or picture frames of family members.

The only furniture that wasn't plain was his entertainment center that held a PlayStation and video games and a large flat-screen T.V.

"You think I have a big personality?" Carter questioned as he turned on his PlayStation, grabbed a controller and took a seat next to me.

"I could show you something of mine that's big," Carter winked at me.

'Flirting again. Ahhh.'

I laughed and shoved his shoulder because if he was just teasing me, I wasn't going to flirt back.

I scooted behind me until I was against the wall with my legs stretched out.

"What movie are we watching?"

Carter moved back as well so he was next to me, our thighs touching.

"Do you like horror movies?"

I perked up at that.

"I love horror movies," I grinned and I definitely wasn't kidding.

My whole family was obsessed with horror everything.

I've seen most horror and thriller movies that Carter had a bit of a hard time finding one I hadn't seen until I said.

"We can just watch something I've seen. I love re-watching them."

"Yeah, okay," Carter agreed but he seemed a bit reluctant.

My hypothesis about that night seemed to be accurate.

Carter invited me to his home 'parentless home' at night to watch a movie, knowing our other friends couldn't hang out as well?

He was trying to hook up with me, that was my educated guess based on the facts but what if my hypothesis was wrong?

What if he just liked my company or maybe he wanted Sam and Carla to come over too but he forgot that they were busy?

I mean, Sam was spending the weekend in Chicago with his boyfriend and Carla was at her dad's this weekend.

Carter could've just invited me over as a friend, which is why I made no move.

I stayed put, keeping my hands and feet to myself as I sat comfortably on his bed.

If my hypothesis was right, then Carter will make the move, not me.

Did I even want that?

A meaningless one night stand with Carter?

I've done the 'hit it and quit it' but Carter and I are friends and we see each other everyday.

Would that ruin things?

I didn't have time to figure out all the answers because Carter made his move.

A half hour into the movie, Carter placed his hand on my thigh and I tensed up.

'Oh my God, I was right. Carter wants to hook up with me. Me?'

Once I knew for sure what inviting me over was about, I was mentally freaking out but I didn't stop him as his thumb moved in slow circles on my thigh.

Fuck. I took a deep breath to try to steady my heart rate as Carter's hand slowly moved up and up...

'Oh God, no, what was I thinking coming over here?'

I stopped him, grabbing his hand before he could reach further.

Didn't he understand what me being transgender meant?

And he knew I hadn't completely transitioned yet.

"I'm..." I didn't know what to say.

"I don't have a normal body," I told him, trying not to sound anxious as fuck.

I didn't even want to look at him.

Couldn't we just watch the damn movie?

"I know. I like your body," Carter claimed and I glanced at him to see any sign of joking and teasing.

But his expression was serious.

He didn't get it.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Fuck, I should've stayed home.

"No, I'm telling you that it's not..."

"Elliott," Carter said my name firmly, so I opened my eyes.

"I'm telling you that I know and that I don't care."

'Huh?'

"So if I don't care and you don't care then..."

I kissed him.

[micro-expressions]

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[afr0-thunder]

[Poor Chronicles Pt. 24]

Topics: Wrestling/Savings/Phone/Shopping/Weed/Racism/Work/Housemate Hostility/More Work/“Love”(Lust) Interests/Meet-Cutes/“Love” Triangles [Ending “In shorts”]

I forgot to mention, Saturday, I got home and WOW (Women Of Wrestling) was on the CW. I was so excited. Not only because I haven’t watched professional wrestling (or is it considered amateur?) in YEARS, but because some of these girls were really HOT! It was good though.

Savings: $135 > $140

I have acquired service. I had to leave the store and walk like 30+ blocks back to my house and go into my monthly expenses (more than I thought it would be). There’s a store closer to me, but I told her I’d be back and nearly 3 and a half hours later, there I was. I received almost 2 months of service for the price of one. I was watching Instagram stories with the sound on and my housemate walked into the kitchen looking confused. I locked my phone and spent the rest of the night watching stories and tik toks with the volume lowered. I don’t want to tell her I have service, I considered not giving a fuck, but I don’t want her to further keep track of my expenses. I’ll wait a bit longer.

I stopped at the clothing store. I just wanted to look around. I wanted to get a Chicago White Sox shirt, but I hate white people and the color white was in the shirt. I DID stumble upon this Ralph Lauren Polo sweater. Haven’t seen one I liked since about 2015, it was my favorite color and about $330. I almost bought it too. This one only had a medium and an XL (or 2XL, I forgot). I estimated $80 - $150 before I checked the tag…$138.00. That is almost as much as my savings. I left the store immediately after. I previously said I wouldn’t make any unnecessary clothing purchases, as I haven’t totally debuted my other clothes. I said to myself, “I may get this later. In the coming weeks or months, I want to make sure I will have enough to be ahead in my monthly expenses.”. It may not be there in a month. I’ve decided to get it after my next pay. A Christmas gift to myself. I haven’t gotten many in the past 6 years. Maybe a couple in 2020. This will affect being ahead in December’s monthly expenses, so I will be having mostly (or only) ramen noodles in the coming weeks. It has all the colors of my new color theme, but it has a small bit of orange (which indirectly relates). I hate it still, but something told me, “One of your bitches will think it’s cute…”.

This may also halt my return to smoking weed, unfortunately.

My managers and some coworkers keep asking what I spend my money on. I think my head coach keeps wondering since I told her I never leave home really. I also lost a lot of weight in June/July when I started dieting because I quit my daily 120+ push ups a few months earlier. I think they thought my increase in pay at the time meant I was doing drugs. ONLY reason I dislike the job, the subtle racism of my head and assistant coach. I started being scheduled less after. NOW, I bring it up because every time a shift I try to pick up gets denied, someone asks about what I spend my money on. I think they think I’m a drug dealer, but I’m not clearing up SHIT! Fuck that.

I made some nachos (with Doritos) last night. After I made Bowl 3/3, my housemate said, “Mmm, what’s that? It smell gooood!”. I was thinking, “Bet it do smell good bitch, but it don’t smell like the Wi-Fi back on. Seeing as though I had to get cell phone service today.”. I just let it go. I may not be cooking again soon though. Nothing major. Ground turkey mixed with jarred salsa con queso. Looked like chili, pissed. Maybe I needed more cheese so it was more yellow and thicker, but at least the queso was warm. Still responding to the hostility.

Worst day of my life was Friday. I found out my favorite coworker smokes cigarettes. My next favorite coworker, who I said I could never fuck because her attitude sucks, asked me if she should quit today. I told her I would come to her house everyday and make her come back…I don’t even know where she lives, but I’m serious.

The manager, who I said I could never fuck ALSO, looked thick today. First time her ass has caught my attention in a while. I noticed her eyeing me when I was “interviewed”, but caught her flirting with this other guy (now fired) after my 2nd week. Probably because I wasn’t paying her attention. I have deflected compliments for almost a year now (and played dumb). I may throw her a bone (fuck up her life) now.

When I left, I passed this girl who I see every few weeks or so, who works for a non profit organization. She usually asks about my salad (which discontinued one of my favorite ingredients today) that I’m demolishing or makes the quickest 6 second conversation because I don’t stop. She almost starts “flirting”, but I don’t think she has much interracial dating experience (and she’s at work). It almost seems like she doesn’t think her pick up lines will work and gets discouraged. She’s oddly cute though.

I want to talk on the Phone/FaceTime someone(‘s girlfriend), so we can talk about how she hates him and I can leave her on paused while I watch Tik Toks. Or FaceTime me when she’s drunk (I stopped drinking entirely over a year ago). It would be nice if my other phone had service so I don’t have to, but she’ll be fine. I do have a hotspot, but how long would we be on the phone? Preferably long distance, but I don’t drive, so it’s all long distance since almost anyone would be over an hour away. I would do it with my new “favorite” coworker (TBD), D is for “Destroyed”, because every other one has pissed me off, so far, but we’re not close like that.

There’s this other girl (far fetched), but I don’t know her like that and her and her boyfriend are “in love”…my least favorite thing about her. I know she’s interested, but her attachment to him disgusts me. I know it will never end. In the end, I’m not mad. It’s just fucking and I know we click more, but I don’t interfere with those kinds of attachments.

In short, this was supposed to be 4 to 5 paragraphs and I wasn’t even going to post a chronicle today, but I felt that today could provide a great story.

- MH (2023)

[10/23/2023 - 8:59PM]

[mrdarcyspenpal]

Part 1, Chapter 1 of a WIP Superhero Novel

Truth be told, Alex wasn’t very good at living her life. She was a recluse, a shut-in. She hardly left her shoebox apartment in Chicago. Not that she needed to leave it much, anyways. Working at home enabled her in that regard. Most girls her age were in college working towards their degrees, but Alex didn’t even bother applying to any. Her grades from high school were laughable, and she barely had graduated the two years before. Still, she needed to escape from everything that happened in Arkansas. This meant leaving behind her family. Alex wasn’t sad. While she had a large family, none of them were ever close anyways. They all felt more like long-term roommates growing up than any blood-related confidants. So, jumping the state lines never made her feel homesick. She was offered a remote tech job for a small corporate company. Alex wasn’t a genius with it by any means, but she was pretty good at coding. The pay was great as she could make a full month’s rent working for only four days a week. A majority of her days consisted of wearing the same ratty hoodie, binging family feud, and falling asleep next to her ramen dinners with her face smashed on her keyboard. A majority of her days like this happened to include that day as well. That day when her neighbor awoke her with a start, fist pounding on her broken door. The noise filled every inch of her studio, it was impossible to ignore. Alex wiped the sleep out of her dark brown eyes, groaned, and dragged herself to confront the disturbance. Mrs. Zletsky was already swinging her fist to knock again when Alex yanked the surface open and away from her. Mrs. Zletsky looked startled for half a second before quickly recuperating and handing Alex a fistful of mail envelopes. “These were put in my box again, the next time it happens they’re going right in the trash chute. I’m absolutely sick of this. I have a very important letter coming in the post, and I will not have it getting lost because of your clutter. Do you understand, Ms. Gregory?” Alex sighs in response. Mrs. Zletsky looks like the type of woman who’s never been beautiful, even when she was younger. She has all the right features by society’s standards. Sloped nose, bright blue eyes, full lips. Yet, they never quite fit right together on her face. It didn’t help that she looked down her nose at people like a snob. Alex could see so far up Mrs. Zletsky’s nostrils she was surprised she wasn’t looking directly at her brain. “Understood, m’am”, and with a fake downturned smile and flick of the wrist, the door was shut right in Mrs. Zletsky’s face. Alex crossed the room and plopped down in her computer desk chair once more. Boring, bills, ads, boring, boring, and what’s this? A letter from her employer. She grabbed the dirty fork from her ramen bowl and turned it over until the non-prong side was upright, slitting the envelope open from corner to corner. The letter slid out easily, neatly creased into three folds. She laid it flat on her desk as she took a swig from her soda, eyes widening as she reached the end of the note. A piece of software they’d been privately developing has turned into a virus, spreading around all of the company’s other projects. This included one of the projects she had just been working on a couple weeks ago. The older model computer quietly hummed as Alex powered it on. Please let the files be uncorrupted, she’d worked so long on them. Seven months in the making. She signed into her company account, keys clacking furiously. The login screen circle spun over and over as the tip of Alex’s ring finger nail got shorter and shorter. She pulled up the files and double-clicked, a silent prayer to herself that it was fine. It wasn’t fine. Every line was shifted, broken, or deleted. There was no chance in hell this program would run again anytime soon. Alex put her face in her hands, screaming a long grunt in frustration. After a couple of minutes of introspection about her life choices, she decided to face the inevitable and glance up. The screen was glitching as if broken.

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[copperbadge]

Portillo’s introduced a “beef bowl” -- an Italian Beef sandwich without the bread -- in 2020, and over the new year suggested it would be good for people cutting out carbs. I love Portillos but I’m not gonna lie I laughed hardcore at a) the person who said this is technically soup (correct) and b) the person who called it Chicago Ramen. 

CHICAGO RAMEN. 

[micro-expressions]

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[afr0-thunder]

[Poor Chronicles Pt. 11]

So I worked one of the longest on-schedule shifts I think I’ve ever done since I’ve started. I’ve done longer, but this one was planned. I went to the Chicago River and took photos on my break. It was nice. Before the end of my shift, I heard one of my managers use “nigga” while singing a song.

Lyric is question? “First I make him eat it ‘til he lockjaw. Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off, uh” [Mulatto (now Latto) - Bitch From Da Souf]. Love this song by the way. It was my first time hearing her music, but back to the issue…

I almost thought, “He couldn’t have. I was around a corner, so it could’ve just been the song itself.”, but that would be foolish. I’m not surprised, I never put it past him. Lucky (for him), I don’t snitch, but that is something that could have lost him his job. I personally don’t use “nigga” on the clock because I’ve gotten the feeling that I will receive unspoken criticism by my caucasian counterparts that will result in uncomfortability and an eventual phase out of my employment, which is not even legal I don’t think, but it can be worked around. Even my fellow African American coworkers don’t hear it from me. I feel as a Mexican-American who manages a company and familiar with intercultural relations, he should not only know that, that is not very respectful to your African American guests and coworkers, but also grounds for termination, if reported.

Aside from that, I’ve decided my monthly expenses to-be funds will have to take a large cut tomorrow. I have to get a few unknown necessities, some new jeans and the noodles restock will be insane. I am looking to get around or over 200, if possible. I haven’t cut myself short on monthly expenses versus my own needs in quite some time, but what time better than now. This starving period has been the strangest one. Absolutely, no time to fit my errands in between and I’m craving noodles. I almost thought only alternating between ramen noodles and chicken salad would be difficult, but I could honestly do this forever. It’s like my two favorite things endlessly, one old, one new.

Can’t stop thinking about tomorrow. It will be an insane amount of exercise, but I can manage for the end goal. A great, big bowl of ramen noodles. Today will be another long day, but the chicken salad will make it all worth it. Not really, but I’ll manage with the optimism that comes with it.

- MH (2023)