#wait-a-seccond

[priv-heree]

SOMEONE PLS MAKE A TIKTOK EDIT OF BRUJAY WITH CALL OUT MY NAME BY THE WEEKEND. THE LYRICS IS LITERRALY SO THEM

i was writting the seccond chapter of my brujay fic, n then this music started to play. And the lycris...

Jason | Bruce

We found each other I helped you out of a broken place You gave me comfort But falling for you was my mistake

I put you on top, I put you on top I claimed you so proud and openly And when times were rough, when times were rough I made sure I held you close to me

So call out my name (call out my name) Call out my name when I kiss you so gently I want you to stay (I want you to stay) I want you to stay, even though you don't want me Girl, why can't you wait? (why can't you wait, baby?) Girl, why can't you wait 'til I fall out of love? Won't you call out my name? (call out my name) Girl, call out my name, and I'll be on my way and I'll be on my

I said I didn't feel nothing baby, but I lied I almost cut a piece of myself for your life Guess I was just another pit stop 'Til you made up your mind You just wasted my time

THIS IS SUCH A BRUJAY ANGST

[stinger-shot]

Uh, I’m not sure if ur still open for ur writings? If u are,

Could I request a Cybertronian Red alert NSFW? human or cybertronian Idm <3

Thanks and take ur time and take care too!!

NSFW

G1!Red alert X GN!Cybertronian reader

I'm going to try and attempt a small oneshot for your request! Like my last request I'm still new to nsfw so I'll stick to suggestive.. so there won't be any full Smut.

"Come on red.. you dont need to be worried." You said as you looked at red alert who was currently paranoid about the latest decepticon attack. "We have to be prepared for their next attack Y/N!! W-what if they catch us off gaurd again!? And there's more fatalities!!?"

You roll your eyes at the paranoid mech and pull him in for a nice sweet kiss, red alert tenses up then slowly melts into it. You pull away and smile at red alert. "Your thinking to mutch about it red~" you snicker at the look on his face plates due to the kiss. "Y-yeah! B-but-" You cut him off with a peck on the dermas. "No buts!" You begin walking away leaving red alert standing in the ark's hallway. He then quickly snaps back to reality and chases after you "Y/N WAIT!"

A couple of other autobots see red alert running after you. They all chuckle amongst themselves but some also ignore it. You giggle and begin running letting red alert chase after you for longer. You run into an empty room giggling loudly as red alert runs in behind you, you stop abruptly causing red alert to bump into you and both of you falling onto the floor. You both stare at one another shocked then laugh, red alert gets off you and helps you up and you quickly kiss his dermas again spite being out of breath.

You both pull away to catch your breaths and you both stare into eachothers optics. After a few secconds you both begin kissing again, the kiss being alot more heated and intimate glossas twirling around eachother. You both moan as the kiss continues you wrap your arms around red alert and red alert holds your cheeks and pulls you closer. After a few minutes you both pull away lubricant connecting your dermas. You giggle at red alert and he just rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he holds your servo in his.

You smirk and get close to his face noses touching. "Would you like to go take your mind off the attack?~" red alert blushes at how forward you where just then. Red alert still in shock slowly nods his head and you pull him away to somewhere more private.

Sorry it took me a while to make this! I've been busy for a bit.. I'm sorry if this wasn't what you wanted, but I'm still trying to get comfortable with nsfw :)

[tt-squid]

hey wait a seccond

[the-last-laugh]

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp

With the corridor abandoned, Joker had an easy time navigating his way down to the delapidated room. The keys tinkled as he found the one he needed and unlocked the first, then seccond lock with long fingers. He hummed contentedly under his breath, taking his time. There was never any rush at this time of day.

He wondered how much the boy had put together in their time apart, what stories he might tell this evening. What would be truth and what would be lies. It amused him, the chuckle rumbling his throat, and on rusty hinges, he swung the door open, allowing his silhouette to be cast into the pitch black room, the light illuminating the pale face, strapped up, immobilised in place.

He said nothing, waiting. Watching.

[adhd-and-autism-anon]

Wait a seccond...

Do you know who I am ooc?

-Tortoise anon

Oh this is ADHD6

Also no

[little-nugget-writes-stufff]

Behind the screens can happen alot :)

fluff and comfort from our favorite snezhnayan boy <3

Warnings: yelling, swearing

Oh you think childe doesnt notice? How you always seem to get yelled at? Oh how he wished to pull you into a hug everytime he heard your parents come in your room go yell at you. Even if he couldnt see them, nor you at all. So he made a promise to himself. And you know tartaglia, you dont break a promise with him ;)

It was just a regular day, just doing your daily commisions with your favorite fatui harbinger. Until it changed. Y/n! Go outside i cant stand seeing you your mother said in an angry voice b-but mother- NO BUTS I SAID OUTSIDE. NOW. Childe was shocked. Never had je thought that it was THIS bad. Well guess i will see you later dear Tartaglia.. you said, trying to be as quiet as possible.

And so this went on for weeks. Childe felt weak. Here in tevyat, he was feared and could do something. But because of the screen in between you 2 he couldnt even help you. He wanted to tell you it was gonna be okay, that you shouldnt worry about a thing. But he couldnt.

One day you broke down. You cried and cried. He heard it all. Your mother and father were yelling at you again. For him, that was the last hit. He was NOT gonna accept this. That night he took the boat to his homeland. When he arrived in snezhnaya he went straight to the palace. Even if it meant losing his job. It would be worth it. You would be worth it.

he stood before the tsaritsa herself. ''state your purpose for coming here'' childe explained himself. she understood. she agreed to get him there for a limited time. then he must go back WITH YOU. even she thought you didnt deserve that. he knew after this his missions would be doubled but as he said before its worth it.

they waited until your parents were yelling at you, then he got transported into your world

WHY CANT YOU BE LIKE (name of person parents compare you to) YOU -------- CHILD! He stared at them for a seccond. then he went over and hugged you, giving your parents a death stare. WHO TF ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN OUR HOUSE YOU- in the tsaritsa her name id recommend you stop shouting at your child. he said. DONT FCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO- before your father could even continue his sentence childe took out his hydro daggers. is this enough for you to shut your mouth?

your parents couldnt get anything out of their mouth. you looked up to see childe giving you headpats while threatening your parents. never in a thousand years had you expected this.

H-how? you managed to bring out. well because of her majesty the tsaritsa i was able to get here'' he said while giving you a smile. he then trapped you in his embrace once again. Anyways i believe you'd like to get out of this place Y/n? You nodded. Then lets do that shall we?

when you guys got in snezhnaya, You were shivering because you werent used to the cold. Luckily childe was prepared for this an threw one of those fluffy coats around you. Thank you...

Anything for you~

The end~

Okay im just turning this into a series of random comfort things. Accept it >:)

Finaly writing something for my love Tartaglia

HIS RERUN IS TODAY FCK YES :D

[lavender-at-heart]

Tears of Rain-Ch.I

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x fem!oc

Chapter Summary: meet the birthday girl

Series masterlist:

Warnings: talks of depression.

Notes: this whole series will be inspired by The Virgin Suicides, Im not ok with this, Coraline and Twilight. Sort of melancholic good old fashioned novella. Also this is a oc story but she won't be described a lot especially in these early chapters so u can sorta read it as x reader if you'd prefer it.

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Today is my birthday.

The saddest and happiest day of every girl's year. I dont really want to think about that right now though. I can hear a crow cawing from outside my window as my mind stirs awake. Staring back at my yellowing ceiling I breathe silently for a few minutes before pushing up and put of bed. The old oak floors creak with life as I pad my way to the bathroom. I wash my face with ice cold water and rub my eyes of sleep. The reflection that stares back at me is dusty and dull. I don't really recognize it as myself, I know it's me but it seems to be faded, blurred.

I can hear my sister shuffling around downstairs clammering pots and pans together. I brush out my hair and don't do much else to my appearance, I doubt I'd have enough energy to do anything more.

I take the extremely short trip from my loft, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Oh close your eyes!" She shouts and covers the plate she prepared with her hands; she guards it as if it's the lost city of Atlantis. I press my hand to my eyes and I hear more shuffling and the the click of a lighter. She then pushes me into the bar stool at the small kitchen island. "OK, open."

In front of me was a stack of five huge pancakes. There were small flowers on the top that had been messily made with butter,whipped cream and frosting. In the centre was a bright pink candle and beside the plate was a tall glass of milk.

"Oh... you shouldn't have. Thank you." I smile as much as I can and give her a hug. We then gorge on our pancakes.

"I hope you know I didn't just make you pancakes, I got you something else but you'll just have to wait!" She tells me with the kind of happiness one can only get from being an older sister. "Also I hate to say It but I have to go into town today, but we can hang out later. Promise."

"Sure"

She kisses me on the forehead and just like that I hear the door click and I am alone. I go upstairs and change into a simple white dress, it's smooth and could also double as a nightgown if you were a fancy old lady. As I sit at my vanity I can't help but melt into a puddle of tears. I should be happy today. I want to be happy today. A million different movie scenes of girls blowing out candles with their friends and eating cake play like a slow projection in my brain. I lift my head from where it laid in my arms and look at the photos that I had tapped to the mirror. One of my mother on her honeymoon, she looks ethereal. Another of me, my sister, and my father, it is from two birthdays ago. I have gotten used to not having a mother for my birthdays but this is only the seccond one without a father. I decide that today I will try, try and be happy.

After a downpour of sobs I remember that it is not the weekend and I have work to do. So I wipe my tears and slowly meander out the door and onto the little path that leads from our cottage to the main property. Before heading out I grabbed my gardening tools and a basket. It takes an forty-five minutes to even get into town so I know I have a healthy amount of time to work before my sister gets back. I don't mind the work, it distracts me. I trim the weeds in the garden, clean dirt off the statues, water the plants and forage some mushrooms to take home.

Usually I would stay away from the house unless I had work to do inside but missus Foster, the previous owner, died a few months ago and now it lies empty. It's up for sale and so it's up to me and Sally to get it looking nicer than ever. Today I find myself pushing one of the side doors open and begin my wander through the mansion.

I love the house, most people find it creepy what with all the old furniture and long history. I find it comforting, it feels alive. I just hope that whoever buys it doesn't immediately bulldoze the property and send me and Sally packing. After everything we've lost, this house is the only thing that has stayed perfectly still. I climb the long carpeted stairs that stand elegantly in the foyer. I walk through long corridors while humming a sad sort of tune. I don't know what song it is, but it suddenly popped in my head. I stop at a dark red door and turn the metal handle. Inside is Mrs.Foster and Mr.Foster's old bedroom. In it is a grand four poster bed with burgundy duvets and a shiny gold chandelier hangs above. I gravitate towards the old trunk, in it lies what I'm looking for. I open the brass clasps and shield my face away from the smell of dust that exudes from the chest. I dig my hands through tissue paper, clothing, boxes and bags. I dig to the very bottom and strain my fingers to grasp something smooth and rounded. I pull out a old jewlery tin, it's made of blue velvet and sprinkled on it are metal and diamond stars, with one large star on the top. I open it and am met with more blue velvet and a old silver locket. It's small but bigger and heavier than most lockets and the chain is delicate but long. I slowly lift the cold metal up and carefully observe it. It is oval and has a swirled pattern around it with a old looking cross in the centre; the colouration is not as shinny as it once was, after all it is over 200 years old. The clasp takes some force to open and I try my best to be careful. Inside on one of the two pannels is a painted portrait of an eye.

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"Mrs.foster what's this?" My tiny hands grasp the tin and bobble over to missus Foster at her desk.

"Oh that? Now come here missy and I'll tell you" her soft aged hands lift me up and place me on her lap. She opens the tin and takes out the locket, opens the the locket. I "ooo" at the sight: a single emerald eye encompassed by pale skin and a raven eyebrow. "This is the first Mrs.Foster, her name was Amelia and she's the one the built this house." She spoke as if she was a mythical legend, and I was surprised to find that the late Mr.Foster looked exactly like (at least their eyes) the old Mrs.Foster.

"But why her eye only?" It was a bizarre idea to me, to only paint ones eye and not the whole face. "Its a lovers eye dear. Couples would have a painting made of eachothers eyes and wear them as brooches to signify that their were in a relationship."

"Oh how romantic! I want one when I fall in love. And Mrs.Foster has such a pretty eye, I wish mine was like that."

Mrs.Foster chuckles and smoothes a hand over my hair. "Tell you what, when your older you can have this locket and Amelia's eye. Only When your older."

"How much older?" I ask with a pout.

"Not much older" she reassured

To me, not much older meant a few weeks and definitely not years.

I gleefully jump and excitedly dream of the day she would give it to me.

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Looking now at the eye, it hasn't changed one bit. At this point I have completely given up on the idea of ever finding someone to have a Lovers Eye with but I'm contempt enough with having Mr.Foster's. Her eye will guide me, like a compass I think. I clasp the chain around my neck and let it dangle on my chest. I close the locket as to not damage the painting.

I hum my way back home and begin making a soup from the mushrooms I picked. Don't worry- I know their not poisonous; when I was little my favorite things were mushrooms. My father bought me a whole encyclopedia on them. After making the soup I eat it in silence, wash up and make sure there are leftovers for Sally. I climb the steps to my room, and plumet onto my mattress. I sink into it and pull the covers over my eye. I lie there and lie there and lie there. It must have been at least an hour.

"Hey! I'm home!" The door shuts and I wince at the thought of having to get up.

"I got strawberries, bread, candles and soap...oh and socks and lip balm!" She shouts. After not hearing a reply she bounds up the stairs and comes to kneel beside me.

"Oh honey, are you not feeling well?" She asks and I'm not quite sure if she means physically or mentally.

"I'm fine" I hush out. She then climbs into bed and gives me a hug.

"I know birthdays are hard, they are for me too, let's not spend yours moping about." She clings to me tight and I don't react.

"Besidessssss, I got your favorite dinner." That makes me smile a little.

"OK fine. But only becuase your so nice."

Before she can jump her way back downstairs she stops.

"Hey! Is that the locket?"

"Sure is." I touch my fingers to it and hold it up so she can have a look.

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I'm not as happy as I should be but my gloom seems to have dissipated slightly. As if the downcast of grief has stopped to a drizzle. We sit on the brown leather couch downstairs next to the old wood burning furnace and eat our dinner. Beautifully handmade kaiserschmarrn, the way my grandmother made. It's warm and comforting and acts as a dinner and desert. On the TV plays our favorite movie: the 1954 classic Sabrina starring Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. That film always made me feel special. I always felt a kinship to Sabrina, like her and I were on the outside sitting up in our tree watching the rest of the world be lovley. Sally sits right next to me: pigtails tie her shoulder length hair back and her feet are propped up on the coffee table. She yawns and leans her head in the crook my neck. At one point she gets up to put the dishes away and comes back with a small lavender colored bag.

"Happy birthday!" She says as she skips over to me and rejoins me on the couch. I take it from her, pull away the small blotch of tissue paper and take out the present. It's a cardboard rectangle and attached and six gorgeous hair clips. They are made of metal and are the kind that I've seen in antique shops. On each of them is a beautiful sparkly metal butterfly and on some of them were thin strings of crystals fastened to the point where the butterfly meets the clip. There were two of each colour: lavender purple, sunset orange and sage green.

"Thank you. Really, they're beautiful. I love them." I awed and pressed my palm to my heart.

"I saw them in the market and thought of you. I know it isn't much though."

"Its more than enough. I'll wear them every day."

We kept talking for a little longer but I started to feel the haziness seep back into my psyche. We say our goodnights and I make my way upstairs. I change from my nightgown-like dress and into my real nightgown, it's cotton and somehow even less detailed than the previous dress. I put the locket back in the tin, which I have placed on my bedside table. In the bathroom ajacent to my bed, I wash my face and brush out my hair with my boar bristle brush. I stare back at my tooth brush and contemplat whether or not I have the will to brush my teeth. I decide to, becuase it is my birthday after all. With that thought I grab the metal tin of Nivea cream from under the sink and aply it to my skin liberally. I sigh and turn on the turn table on the desk next to the bathroom door. The record playing is Al Bowly's Greatest Hits, it comforts me in the night. Crawling into bed I flick on the stained glass lamp that hangs directly above my bed. I shut my eyes but my thoughts are too rampant to rest. Tomorrow it won't be my birthday and life will stay the same. I wish I could have had a party, but how would I? The two close friends I do have are studying abroad, I write them letters from time to time. And I haven't been close to my extended family for a couple of years- since the funeral. Eventually the mix of crickets and the gentle hum of "Midnight the Stars and You" lull me to rest and I dream of nothing but white doves and sparkly butterflies.

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Thank you for reading! I really do appreciate it. I was thinking of making a tag list for this series but I'm not sure if anyone would want to be on it so comment or dm if you would want to be on it.

Take care of yourself!

Love, Cece

[vei-isabean]

Ye lemme just have a seccond jet fly around with me because of the chance ill have to wait to use the first one wtf

i’m going to kdxjdhdjhddjjdhs

[wagingwarsbehindmyeyes]

It was real. It wasn't flaws I thought I made up. I laid it all down and she misunderstood at first; but when we got it figured out she could process. She thought I was actively accusing her of some actions, and was so confused. I feel so bad, knowing what it was like to be gaslit like that.

Since then, we talked about it a few times. She would get quiet or go away for awhile. She never hurt me or lashed out during processing, but she understood. She understood and didn't lash out. I was so proud of her progress, and missed the days we could freely express such appreciation. It's easier to wait for now, giving each other space during this time.

I feel so good, so good that I'm getting better. that today I think I made progress, and I think I made progress with my friend then too. I think my friends today hopfully got to see more in my head, the understanding there, I hope they can feel it.

I hope one day everyone will feel and trust the love I express, but even if it's doubted or seccond guessed, I think they're understanding. I hope.

[trans-girl-stuff451]

I wrote a alternate ending to bojack in the middle of the night

scene: stylistic void with the bar being the only thing visible

bojack wakes up couphing up black liquid

“what the fuck” :Bojack

“when did i get here? (rubs his head) mustv blacked out”

“well might as well get a drink”

bojack walks into the bar obviously confused

there is only one seat at the bar

“bartender something for my hangover and also what day is it “

the bartender poors a drink not saying anything

“well lets see whats on shitty tv”

he grabs the the remote and quickly flips through the channels

something grabs his eye

he flips back to it

its something shitty he did interspliced with music from horsing around

“what the fuck”

he flips to another channel its something that heppend in his life again that hes embarresed about

interspiced with horsing around gags

“ this cant be right”

close up of bojacks eyes and through the reflection you see he is frantically flipping through channels

bojack goes silent and turns the tv off his eyes are dark

he slowly sips his drink

“well.. i guess.. i really did it ( he says in a nutral voice)

cut to bojack jumping in the air going “ yippiee”

no more work no more shitty people questioning me and HEY FREE BOOZ!”

bojack hops in his seat and slams the drink

“fuck yeah if i knew it would be like this i would have done it sooner”

“good booz, good television and nobody to bother me this is perfect”

cut to much later (put a spongebob gag idk)

bojack is now drunk and is sluring to the bartender telling him jokes but the bartender remains stoic and dosent flinch or respond to anything

“your boring you know that your no fun “

“ pfffff i dont need you i dont need anyone”

bojacks face is on the table arms supporting his head he reaches for the tv remote and flips it on

Its todd

“woah this tv has this stuff too!! cool”

bojack watches todd to todd things for a bit and he laughes at him and seems like he is haveing a good time

todd starts to put on a suit and looks nutural

todd arrives at a funel todd is at bojacks eulogy

“oooo i wonder what they will say about me i gotta see this”

the priest asks if anyone would like to give some words. time passes but nobody responds

the priest gives a very basic retelling of bojacks life leaving out the bad parts and eventually the service ends

bojack says “is that it? why didnt anybody say anything what the hell”

as people are walking out todd talks to princess carolyn

very jovily todd says “ hey pc how are ya doing? that was pretty ruff huh?

pc says “ i guess so honestly it was bound to happen eventually”

bojack says “bound to happen eventiually?!? in a very suprised angry voice”

cut back to todd nodding

todd says “ bojack was a very troubled person i hope he can reast in peace now”

Pc says “ yeah me too”

bojack says “torubled person!?!? in a suprised angry voice

bojack says “ shouldnt they be talking about how muuch they loved me”

bojack visibly angry turns off the tv and a drink is placed in front of him

“your the only one i can trust”

“when i close out my tab ill give you a huuuuuge tip just you wait buddy (bojack is still drunk and obviously trying to make a scene streaching his arms out and getting in the bartenders face)

the bartender stays stone faced and dosent respond

bojacks stays in his face for a seccond trying to get a response but quickly sits back down

bojack rests his head in his hands tired, drunk and visibly angry

he sits in silence for a few secconds

bojack looks at the bartender and says “ what do they know? they are probably just jelous of me jelous they couldnt have a part of me.. yeahh yeahh thats it they are just jelous”

“ bartender another round!!”

“ a while later (another spongbob gag?)

bojack is even more drunk than before

bojack gets up sluring his words

“ i think its bout time i started heading home” he slurs

as he turns around he realizez theres no door

“ oh yeah thats right im stuck here” he slurs almost incomprehensibly

“ i made a biiiiiiig oopsie”

“oopsie oopsie”

he sits back down and lays his head down on the floor he brifely opens his eyes and and sees the tv remote right in front of him

“fuck it”

he tuens the tv on there is static for a seccond and the picture slowely comes into from like on old tube televions when they are warming up

a close up of bojacks eye it slowly gets bigger and is obviously shocked

the person on the tv is diane

she is talking to her husband guy about bojack

“he was never a very good guy so why do i care” :diane

“should i have gone to his funeral?” :diane

“definitly not” :guy

“ why do you say that though” : diane

“because you dont like the guy isnt that what you told him the last time you saw him” :guy

“its not that i didnt like him i just couldnt stand seeing him hurt himself and refuse to get help” :diane

“ i wanted him to be okay but i realized he never would be and that was his decion” : diane

“just like its your decion not to go to that funeral” :guy

“ i love you” :diane

“ i love you too” : guy

cut to bojacks face thats slowly panning and zooming out as a horrified dead look is in bojacks eyes

cut to the bottom half of the bartenders suit but not showing his face as he cleans a glass

“ remember bojack you chose this”

End scene with bojack on the ground the bar in dissoray and the bartender just cleaning a glass

[mika-monster]

This is why i waited until I was let go. I needed the unemployment benefits and the good terms with many horizontal-level staff. I worked almost a year and a half at my first department, transfered to my seccond as an offer to fill in for a pregnant coworker, and then the quiet death transfer.

My transfer to a different department started by having an email from my new super to start shadowing a coworker. Two days of this... Then there were no morning task emails, no check-ins. One day I reviewed no instruction whatsoever. I walked to my desk and sat down, and waited, checking my emails and work chat. Nothing. The whole day. I eventually just sat next to someone else and asked if I could "shadow them by just watching" and thats what I did. We talked about our lives. I found out they had a snake in a too-smallish emergency enclosure that they had rescued from an abusive owner (kept in a shoebox under the bed). I mentioned I had a 40gal fish tank I needed to get rid of. They wanted it, and I said I would bring it the next workday after the weekend.

I showed up Monday. Did the same thing, received no messages, no emails. I shaddowed until about 11am. Then HR called me in to the office. After the conversation, where the only other person in the room, the lead rep, didn't make eye contact the whole time, I went back up. Packed up my entire desk into my backpack quietly. And asked the employee to help me unload the tank from my trunk to theirs. We did so.

I went back in, in to my old department, and gave my goodbye card to my old super. I had written it when I was transfered, and forgot to give it months ago. Uncinscious-me was saving it for the right time, I guess.

Yes, the company is downsizing because it is failing. Yes, it was in shambles before it was failing. And yes. It was all completely intentional. And I will still milk every last drop of goodwill, luck, and references from its rotten tits. I will metabolize the two years I spent there into something im proud of shitting out.

“They’re trying to discharge her constructively. Do you know what Constructive Discharge means?” She asked.

As soon as I heard the term ‘Constructive Discharge,’ I knew I’d never seen it on a vocabulary quiz.

“No. What does it mean?” I asked.

She explained.

“Constructive discharge is a fancy way of saying “being forced out.” It’s not good. And if you’re not a lawyer or in human resources, you’ll probably learn what it means when it’s happening to you.”

“Oh my God. I’ve seen this my entire career and never knew it even had a name.” I thought.

You’ve seen constructive Discharge too. You may have experienced it. We’ve all made choices to avoid it.

Constructive discharge defined

“We can’t fire you, but we’ll make you so miserable you’ll quit, and then we won’t have to pay your unemployment.”

Then there’s the textbook definition:

“A constructive discharge occurs when your employer has made working conditions unbearable, forcing you to resign.”

Or as one person put it.

“I didn’t get handed a pink slip, but when you’re not wanted, people have a way of letting you know.”

HR isn’t always the secret police.

Employees aren’t always victims of evil-doers.

However, employers push employees out all the time to maintain and protect the, “We didn’t do anything wrong, YOU did,” power structure.

Constructive Discharge looks like this:

— Meeting invitations slow to a trickle, and you’re excluded from emails and generally looped out of what’s going on.

— People stop talking to you or stop talking when you walk in.

— Your emails don’t get answers, or they arrive too late to be of value.

— Suddenly, your work is not good enough, though nothing about your work has changed.

— Reviews, once good or even glowing, are now mediocre or bad.

— Instead of a bonus, you get a Performance Improvement Plan.

— Warnings and write-ups start so they can justify your eventual termination with documentation of your “poor performance”

— Your work, clients, assignments go away, or they overwhelm you with work.

— The words “Set up to fail” were practically invented to describe this scenario.

Constructive Discharge is illegal

It isn’t easy to prove you’re a target, and it’s even more challenging if you don’t even know constructive discharge is a real thing.

If you’ve ever experienced this and don’t fully understand what’s happening to you beyond knowing you’re in the process of being excommunicated, it can be hell. It’s not uncommon for the experience to leave long-lasting scars.

Talk to anyone who’s ever been through it. They’ll tell you.

Knowing constructive discharge exists and how it’s used gives you power to predict what’s coming and to protect yourself.

Seeing the endgame helps you in two ways.

You know what to expect. Having a sense of what’s coming next is enormously empowering. You can go on the offensive and protect yourself. Constructive discharge works to crush your ego, making you feel you did something wrong and deserve this treatment.

Without strategy, you end up being a miserable pawn in your employer’s endgame.

Remember, they’re almost certainly building a case to fire you in the event the hellscape they create for you doesn’t persuade you to quit.

If you’re getting pushed out, and you know what to look for you can prove constructive discharge and you can get unemployment benefits, be released from payback obligations on a signing bonus, and protect your mental health.

You’re not crazy, incompetent, or a failure. This is real and it’s carefully executed to leave you holding the bag and feeling like you did something wrong.

If they force you out, in addition to feeling horrible, you lose your paycheck, benefits health insurance, and possibly owe them money.

[hisashi-monogatari]

Shoutarou had never been a fast pooper, to the annoyance of every adult who had ever supervised him for any length of time in his childhood. He would go to the wash closet and proceed to spend ten or fifteen minutes inside, drifting away in distracting beautiful cogitations, and that was in his elementary school days when he was young and spritely. As he grew and departed his milk years his dietary sensitivity also grew, and from sixth grade onward he would often spend twenty or forty minutes on the toilet expelling watery, burning diarrhea as his gut was wracked with sharp stabbing pains that reduced him near to tears. After this the wash closet would reek for a quarter-hour, and Shou would limp from the closet to wash his hands while feeling like a kicked dog, as his sisters shot him scathing glares whenever they had been kept waiting, for now they must wait longer for the toilet to air out.

All this stood in contrast to Shou's friend Shin’ichi, a neighbor and schoolmate who sometimes came over to Shou's house in their grade school years. Shin-chan could poop at a rate of two turds per seccond, with little waiting time in between bursts, so that he could be finished in as little as two or three minutes, especially if he didn't bother with such banal annoyances as wiping or washing his hands. Shin-chan would come out of the bathroom and Shou’s mother would ask him if he’d washed his hands. “Yes,” he’d lie, and she would scowl and order him “Go wash your hands!” in a tone that allowed for no argument. Shou would watch these standoffs with an innocent, artless, stupid air utterly lacking in judgment or opinion, placid and uncomprehending, with all the serenity of Buddha and none of the understanding. His germophobia would only come many years later. This speed in the bathroom which Shin-chan exhibited Shou's father referred to as "turbo-shitting", a phrase which mortified Shou's mother to no end and which always set her to scolding her husband. Perhaps this had also, in some small way, contributed to their divorce, Shoutarou thought flaccidly as he mused on this from the dubious comfort of his 20s.

[val-lanto]

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cirno why

Just educating the masses

[sangaverage]

Lexsang, we have got to stop being so similar lol,

but in all seriousness, Full moons do exactly the same to me, ESPECIALY if I happen to be out in them at the time, its bearable and I don't do anything I shouldn't but it does bring out the instincts a bit.

this is actually what triggered my full awakening, I had realisations beforehand but never really came into it until this moment confirmed it all for me.

I've never really explained it in detail lol its hard to describe but I have notes of it somewhere...

Found them, For those Interested My Vampiric Awakening story (Somewhat) under the Divider (divider credit: Anitalenia)

In somewhat long story format because I'm better at describing that way, by we/ us/ him or they I mean me and my S/O

The night of October 19th 2013, Everything changed, EVERYTHING!

I remember it being sunset when we decided to take our first date, A walk to a trail that leads to a woodland, Funny first date I know... The night set in surprisingly quick that evening, I remember us gazing up At the full moon signaling the night, the darkness, my time, Probably a good time as any to start heading back home though...

Too late, it stirs, A feeling, One I haven't felt this strongly before, but oddly familiar, Wait a seccond I know this feeling!

Damn it, I've got to think of a distraction!

I resorted to, Chewing my gloves... Which somehow, in some sort of miracle, he didn't find weird, if anything it was more amusing to him!

Later that evening he decided to stay with me for a little while, and that's when I decided to tell him outright,

"So... You know those vampire questions, mostly the one where I asked if you think anything like that exists and you said maybe."

"Yes?"

"I may have asked those for a reason."

"Go on."

"So... I've been meaning to tell you, I'm A vampire, specifically, A sanguinarian."

Oh no, does he think I'm weird now?

Surprisingly, as by another miracle, He just accepts it, like no real further questions just Yep, okay, my girlfriend says she's a vampire, so what?

Untill one weekend came up where he decided to sleep over at mine and share beds for the first time. (funnily enough another full moon)

Upon groggily waking up the next morning, (mornings are not my time at all) I ask him how he slept, I was not expecting his response!

"Pretty well, untill someone bit me!"

"Wait what?" My head crooked in A confused tilt,

"Yeah you bit me!, you sat up, looked around and flumped back down for a bit, your eyes were open so I thought you was awake, but you didnt answer me, You did it again a few minutes after but this time, you sat up and went to Bite me in the shoulder, I tried to roll you off but you just bit my hand instead!"

"What? No warning noises, nothing?"

"Nope, just straight up bit me!"

"Sorry, Did I draw blood?" I ask, examining his hands for marks,

"A little bit!"

"Maybe this is some kind of vampiric bonding thing!" I chimed in as a joke,

"Didn't feel bonding to me, it Bleeding hurt!, please don't do it again, okay?"

"Again, Sorry..."

The Moon and Stuff

So a little bit ago, I read a fairly long post from an old friend in the OVC about how she had noticed that the lunar phases seem to affect her vampirism, the full moon generally being the most intense time for her hunger. Everything she had said definitely fit my experience too, though I'm not sure if I would attribute it to my psychology or something else. Does anyone else deal with this as well? If so I'd love to know some peoples' experiences and thoughts on it :)

[notsodaily-smolkakyoin]

✘ im extremely curious, if its not too much trouble!

Send me ✘ for an aesthetic board about our muses.

Secco + Smol Kak

@wait-a-seccond

((It’s absolutely no trouble at all! I actually really love making these xD ))

[squadrancia-archived]

Secco also likes looking at Narancia, playing connect-the-dots with his freckles, tasting Narancia’s arm, smelling him, thinking about his legs…….. 

@wait-a-seccond