#that’s night shift period

[feinv]

My period started and all I want is JW to put his massive hand on my lower stomach and make the cramps go away.

(I didn’t get to see my IRL loving husband today because my cramps were absolutely pissers.)

-H

john wick x f!reader. period stuff. fluff & a loving husband <3

this man would be stressing more than you on your period cuz he knows your emotions are all over the place, and if last month all you wanted was to be left alone, it could be the complete opposite this time. either way, he always has a drawer of your favorite snacks ready and if you want something else he would be on his feet in a second and take his car keys, telling you he would be back in fifteen minutes.

obviously he got a heating pad for you, but it never did much help. you were convinced his hands would do the job better, and lucky for you, you were right. ;)

so when you two were cuddling in the bed in a weird position with a random tv show playing on the laptop, your body shifted closer to his as he spooned you from behind. you guided his hands under your shirt and onto your lower stomach. a contented sigh left your mouth at that, unsure if it was the feeling of his lips leaving soft kisses on your neck, or just the fact that he was a literal walking human furnace, and his warm hands felt so so nice against your exposed flesh, his thumb drawing soothing circles and grazing your belly button every now and then.

“feeling better?” he whispered in your ear as he felt your whole body relax, his usually stoic and harsh voice always so caring and affectionate towards you.

you mumbled something resembling a yes as you felt yourself dozing off in his arms, the excruciating pain finally fading away. <3

[prince-liest]

Shoutout to all my night owl friends, because I am NOT made for night shifts,, quq I sleep poorly during the day even though I sleep for longer than I would if it was at night, and I'm consistently pretty zonked out by the last 3 hours of my shift which makes presenting patients to my attendings and putting together a cohesive plan more difficult. Envious of the subcontingent of my senior residents who went, "Wait, you have to do nights on ED in PGY-1???" because apparently very few of them did.

(Silver lining: Both of my ED blocks have only had three night shifts scheduled because as family medicine we do outpatient clinic twice a week during ED blocks and there's not really a good way to schedule more without making literally half of our ED shifts nights. Most of the other specialties have to do like 6-8.)

(Second silver lining is that all of my nights this block are on team B in the ED, which is the team that takes waiting room patients. Team A takes the ambulance patients and is often a lot more stressful.)

[vogelmeister]

anyways guys im really stressed out rn bc i got into my friends play and all the rehearsals are at night which is when i work and like he now knows because i told him but also i will have to miss so much because i’m stressed and i feel like it was just thrown in to my schedule

[waxedpaperdoor]

I try not to be a dickhead just in general and to people in particular - you never know what's going on in their lives or what kind of day they're having, why would you be a dickhead anyway etc. etc. - but sometimes it absolutely cannot be helped. This person I'm not overly fond of but to whom I was being polite said, on hearing that I have a few days off this week, "bit cheeky, that, were the holidays not enough for you?", and the words WELL ACTUALLY rolled out of my mouth like they were on a mission to destroy Autobots 🙃

[gogodollie]

Been thinking a lot about the way Nihil says “I hope sister is proud of me” in the SIOSP promo live and it’s destroying me

I do think she’s proud of him and always has been. There was definitely some part of her that was excited for Nihil when it was first decided that he would be going on for the Miasma solo, reveling the period of time where she got to see both of her boys share a stage. She was his og supporter!!! Fangirl and band manager and girlfriend and wife all in one!!!!!! She’s literally the only reason he had the chance to live that dream in the first place. Sister wanted to make that dream happen for him because she loves him and believes in him and even though she’s a bit pushy with her suggestions, she does value his creativity even when it clashes with clergy business. They’re opposites and that’s the beauty of their relationship! Imperator loves the stupid free spirit, artist, rockstar thing he’s got going on she loves how stupid and silly he can be and she wants him to be happy.

UGHHHH Sister standing waiting backstage for Nihil to join her after his solo is finished and once the stagehand has helped get the oxygen mask/tank set up for him (who tf thought giving an 80 year old with copd a saxophone was a good idea), she gets to stroll up to him and smooth down the front of his chasuble. She doesn’t compliment him or anything, just stays quiet as she straightens the vestments and makes sure everything is orderly and Nihil always stays deathly still until she finally leans forward and kisses his cheek when she thinks the stagehands are too busy to notice. This is his sign to go for it and try to pull off the oxygen mask to give her an actual kiss while she insists that he needs to rest first (but gives into him anyway). It’s a routine, they do this after every ritual and each time they act surprised by each other. They’ll spend the rest of the show glued to the other’s hip on the couch backstage as they either rewatch their favorite awful horror movies or just talk about everything and nothing until it’s finally time to make it back to their hotel room.

[idiopath-fic-smile]

having a quiet afternoon in; feeling like doing that "choose a WIP and i'll write a bit of it" meme that's been going around but I only have 2 WIPs so it's really just a binary choice:

"e/R 1970's" (sequel to this)

"the patron saint of all-night diners" (sideways spin-off of this feat. Julie the waitress and the Reagan-hating fry cook falling in love)

(i don't think you're supposed to give that much context to the WIPs but *sunglasses emoji* sometimes you gotta break the rules.)

snippets under the cut. both of them are set in restaurants in the American midwest, which i mention only because it might be distracting otherwise. throw me an ask about one or the other and i'll write three more sentences. i will do this until i get tired.

e/R 1970's

Grantaire frowns down at her menu. “Suppose I’ll have to get used to lentils eventually,” she says, “if it’s bound to become part of the lifestyle. Only, remember when all you had to do to be a lesbian was want to make love to women?”

“And live entirely submerged in fear and shame?” Enjolras replies, without heat. New York’s Stonewall Riot seven years earlier—and the bolder, more confrontational movement that followed it—have changed her. With a suitable outlet for her particular magnificent energy, she is more focused than ever in work, and a little calmer in repose.

“True,” Grantaire replies. “But I worry that any day now, we’ll be issued a box of cats.” She shakes her head theatrically. “You know I can barely keep houseplants alive.”

“Houseplants don’t meow until you remember to water them,” says Enjolras. “And I admit, I have a morbid curiosity for what you’d name a pet.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Skinny Bones, if we fed him the food of our people,” says Grantaire. “Did you see they sell vegetable ice cream?”

Enjolras shrugs serenely. “We’d give him meat,” she says. “Cats are carnivores. And as far as human food goes, the spinach and black olive enchiladas aren’t half bad.”

They’re sharing a table at Viv’s Vegetarian Spot, the best lesbian-owned cafe in all of Boystown and likely all of Chicago. “Best” being perhaps a little generous, in Grantaire’s meatloaf-and-potatoes-loving book.

“You know I admire your devotion to supporting our sisters-in-arms—our sisters-in-amour, let’s say,” Grantaire counters, “but in this one particular case, I’ll never grasp why you—”

Enjolras reaches over and squeezes her hand; their waitress has swooped in, the numerous political pins rattling on her denim jacket like chainmail. “WE HAVE BEEN TOO NICE TOO LONG” reads one. “OUT OF THE CLOSET, INTO THE STREETS” reads another.

“Hi there, I’m Sandy. Can I get you two anything?” she asks.

“I’ll have the enchiladas,” says Enjolras. She hasn’t moved her hand on top of Grantaire’s. And then she beams up at Sandy and adds, deliberately, “And my date will have…”

“The enchiladas also,” Grantaire fills in, swallowing hard as Sandy nods and retreats to fetch them waters like this is the most normal and natural thing in the world. “Alright,” Grantaire says. “I think I can grasp it now.”

the patron saint of all-night diners

The first thing to know about Al’s 24-Hour Eats is that it didn’t start as a haven for the queers and deviants of the greater Indianapolis area.

The second is that the transformation was no accident.

“Julie Williams,” says Lloyd, the night manager.

Julie nods, smiles blandly. She does not adjust her unfashionable brown turtleneck or her equally out-of-date khaki maxi skirt, both chosen with care at Goodwill in an effort to look as staid and buttoned-up and employable as possible.

Lloyd’s eyes scan down her resume. She presses her lips together. Given that he’d kept her waiting in the narrow, dingy outside his office twenty minutes into their scheduled 10 o’clock appointment, it feels like he could’ve at least already read a single sheet of paper. A bead of sweat slides down her spine.

There are six lies on her resume, and seven truths. The lies: previous places of employment, mostly, retroactively fitting her with a past where she has always been known as she. The provided contact numbers belong to sympathetic friends who have been told to answer the phone cautiously over the next couple of days. The truths: her name, first of all, truer now for years than whatever might be printed on her birth certificate. Her list of relevant skills; even in her previous life, she knew her way around a tray of plates, a table full of rowdy drunks.

Also this: Julie Williams is a people person.

This will be important later.

“You ever done this before?” Lloyd says suddenly.

Julie blinks. He’s still holding the paper in his hand. The paper which says that she has a combined fifteen years of experience working as a waitress in dining establishments across the Midwest. This is not strictly true, but that’s not the point.

“Yes, I have,” she says, in her most pleasant voice. “Most recently, six years at Sunrise.”

“Sunrise in…?” Lloyd trails off.

“Lafayette. Up way past Lebanon.”

“Were you any good at it?”

“Very,” says Julie without hesitation.

Lloyd lets out a long sigh. “That’s good, that’s good. Between you and me, we’ve been having a tough time filling the night shift lately. Nobody wants to work anymore. And this part of town going the way it’s been going, we’ve been getting a lot of weirdos applying.” He raises his eyebrows.

“I’m real sorry to hear that,” she says. A second bead of sweat is slipping down to join the first one, right at the start of her asscrack. Charming.

“Yeah.” He pulls himself to his feet and shakes his head. “This place is headed downhill fast. Has been since that seedy little rathole across the street opened.” He must be talking about Hey Sailor, the windowless establishment Julie passed on her way here. Mentally, Julie updates the little dot on her mental map from probably a gar bar to almost certainly a gay bar.

“I should warn you,” he adds, “the crowd gets a little wild at night. Our last waitress quit because she couldn’t hack it. Think you can stand up to the freaks and perverts?”

She can feel her smile go sharp-edged. “I don’t let anyone push me around, sir.”

Provided the patron saint of all-night diners comes through for her and she gets the job, Julie makes a solemn vow to herself just then, regarding said freaks and perverts.

This, too, will be important later.

[asinglesock]

send help. it's supposed to be 91 degrees tomorrow. on my day off :(

[usernelly]

good morning <3

[hella1975]

‘you’re all i got, cousin’ crying over richie of all people. can this day get any worse

[elegyofthemoon]

HI HAZE I hope ur having a better day today!! ;w; i love you! /pl

hey nick! days just starting while im answering this. truthfully things still kinda feel like a dream - yesterday at least felt like it, but trying very hard to manage between responsibilities and trying to reconnect with myself/doing things i like

though today there are some stuff i need to get done bc i dont think ill have time to focus on them this weekend. so just gotta push a little harder 👍🏼

[nokikissa]

oh tomorrow's gonna suuuuck, got a apprenticeship school day thing in the morning and still gotta do a night shift after that, gotta try to nap between those a bit to survive the night I guess.....

[halinski]

Me: *digging a character on a show even if i'm only half paying attention to it*

My sister: so... Will you be watching this again?

Me, internally: huh yeah she right this maybe woulda had the potential to spark a short term hyperfixation if i wasnt in a completely black hole of depression where i have zero energy for anything whatsoever

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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[united-under-skyfall]

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[kirishwima]

:) my anger issues are through the roof

[maroonafternoon]

I will be honest. I am having a hard time.