Tumgik
#and then I’m working on a holiday gift
i-am-still-bb · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
Last January I started working on this challenge. It had a handful of prompts for each month with the goal being to create content for your OTP(s) each month.
I started on January’s prompt (First Kiss) and never finished it. I wrote some for June’s prompt (First Vacation), but didn’t finish.
But I’m nearing the end of January’s prompt fill (currently 3k words) and I mean to carry this challenge over in to next year because I did/do have ideas for almost all the months! Some of them are part of my greater AUs, but some were stand alone ideas, or part of new AUs.
12 notes · View notes
writebackatya · 4 months
Text
I didn’t know what to write for my younger step-sister’s Christmas card so I decided to get meta
Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
queen-evanlyn · 4 months
Text
I know that people get annoyed when they’re told that ‘christmas is secular now’ (and fair enough) but tbh… it is. at least where I am. I went to a chrissy party the other day where they said grace at the start and my first thought was that it wasn’t appropriate at a non-christian event. and plenty of people agreed with me!
maybe it’s just a cultural thing bc I know that it’s super religious over in america, but tbh it just doesn’t have a lot to do with ~jesus~ here
3 notes · View notes
totopopopo · 1 year
Text
Vibrates. I’m seeing one of my bestest and oldest friends tomorrow for the first time in like a calendar year
12 notes · View notes
rinnysega · 1 year
Text
So I had to use a couple sick days recently because of a sinus infection, and I cannot stress enough how much I love my new job. First of all, not only did I actually have sick hours and didn’t need to work there for a year first to get them, but I didn’t need a stupid doctors note and they didn’t try to guilt trip me to come in when I told them I had to take the day off.
It feels fucking incredible to be treated like a human being.
8 notes · View notes
aye-of-newt · 1 year
Text
when will it be january
5 notes · View notes
loveofastarvingdog · 1 year
Text
also as i was leaving the barista started telling the new guy who i was i feel like a celebrity
3 notes · View notes
mielgf · 1 year
Text
my first shift back at work was Boxing Day and i was once again reminded why retail is hell on earth ❤️❤️
5 notes · View notes
fulokis · 1 year
Text
I can’t decide if it was smart or dumb to replace the three tires with little to no tread on my car
4 notes · View notes
seancosy · 2 years
Text
It feels like there is a huge shortage of vital jobs that tangibly keep society going, such as plumbers, engineers, doctors, electricians, psychologists, teachers, nurses, etc.
But there is an overabundance of useless jobs that do not influence the world at all. Brand representatives, advertising agents, social media managers, middle managers, etc.
The obvious reason is capitalism. It costs time and money to train people in specific roles, and the jobs that improve society do not necessarily earn a profit. Healthcare should cost money! Education should cost money! We need to steer away from viewing profit as a useful measure for a job’s worth. A nurse achieves more good in a day than an influencer will in a lifetime, but that will never be reflected by their financial situations.
2 notes · View notes
manqo · 2 years
Text
my fav thing at work are the customers coming in to tell me abt their partners’ art and how they wanna buy them something to help progress it
2 notes · View notes
meticulousfragments · 2 years
Text
So do I think that starting this blanket five months before christmas will mean I for once finish a blanket when I actually plan to gift it, or will starting this early give me a false sense of security and mean I work too slow
2 notes · View notes
Text
Goodnight everyone!! I love you!! 💕
0 notes
victory-cookies · 5 months
Text
bought more nail polish today. someone’s gotta stop me from doing this
0 notes
stonesandswords · 5 months
Text
.
1 note · View note
peachesofteal · 5 months
Text
Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: Your apartment floods. Inspired by and for @liliumbosniacum
Tumblr media
"I need to take leave."
Simon's phone is pressed against his face, one hand holding the device, the other with a canvas bag in his hand, it's contents overflowing: blankets, baby clothes, your pillow.
"Everything alright?" Price sounds suspicious, but more curious than anything, and Simon sighs.
"Neighbor's flat flooded. She's got nowhere else to go so I'm letting 'em stay with me for a while." Price, thank fucking god, doesn't push it any further, disconnecting with a rumble about checking in with him next week, wishing him a happy holiday, and a parting good luck.
When he hangs up, you're standing hesitantly in his doorway, pile of clothes in your arms.
"That the last of it?" He asks, and you nod.
"Are y-you sure this is okay?" You're still upset, shaken, and he doesn't blame you. You were terrified when you woke up to bone chilling, ankle deep water, frantically shouting about a burst pipe into the phone over Emmaline's shrieks.
"It's okay, sweetheart. I've got plenty of room." He does. His flat is larger than yours, and though they're both two bedroom floor plans, his bedrooms are bigger, and he has two bathrooms, compared to your one. "I got the crib reassembled in the guest room." He motions to the door that's half opened, a few bags of Emmaline's stuff collected on the floor.
"Thank you." you murmur, and then step forward, burying your face in his chest. He holds you there, rubbing your back, working his thumb into the knot that sits at the base of your neck. “At least we saved the tree,” you laugh, wet and sad, and he hums, bowing to press his lips to your forehead.
“I’m sorry love.”
“It’s alright.” You shrug. “Nothing I could control.” You’ve got a point there, and he appreciates the approach, marvels at your ability to not be angry or frustrated with your neighbor, even though it wasn’t really their fault as well. He’s irritated for both of you, anxious over visualizing what would have happened if the chunk of the ceiling that fell was misplaced and landed on you, or Emma.
You pull away, face twisted up into something that looks painful, tears on your lash line, and he frowns. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart, c’mon. It’s alright.”
“I know.” You cry, clamping your hand over the bridge of your nose and trying to turn away. “It’s just all her gifts we-were in my room and now they’re ruined, and-“
“Okay, so we’ll get more. We still have plenty of time.” He reassures, rubbing his palms up and down your arms until you come back to him, letting him fold you back into his embrace. “We’ll fix it. Don’t worry.”
“We will?” You sniffle, and he nods.
“I’m on leave, until after the holiday, so I’ll be around, we can go shopping and replace everything. It’s going to be alright. I promise.” That word slips out of him again, promise. I promise, just like he told you this morning when you were frantic and he said it was okay that you stayed with him, I promise, just like he assured last night when you apologized for Emmaline crying for most the evening. “Okay?” His chin rests on the top of your head, and he turns to kiss you, the touch as soft as he can manage. You hum, and then sigh into him.
“Okay Simon.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“No.” His refusal is immediate, and you look at him in near exasperation.
“Simon I can’t kick you out of your bed! You’re too big for the couch, anyway, and I don’t mind, I’ve slept on a couch plenty. Plus I’ll be able to hear better, when Emmaline wakes-“
“Sweetheart.” You’re in the living room, bouncing Emmaline in your arms, walking back and forth in front of the fireplace. She’s wearing a red and white striped onesie, like a candy cane, and Simon chuckles when she makes grabby hands at him as he approaches. You sigh, and he tucks his hands under her, lifting her away and into his arms, pleased at how you instantly relax and stretch your back and shoulders in response. “Think you’re getting too big for mama, baby girl.” You roll your eyes, playfully knocking your elbow into his side, and he grunts. “You’re not kicking me out of my own bed.”
“No?” You turn with a hand on your hip, other one holding a half full bottle.
“No, well. I mean-“ he falters, suddenly losing his confidence. “I’m happy to let you have it, or…” He can’t get the words right, can’t communicate what it is he wants to tell you, too worried about scaring you off or being too forward, pushing you too far.
“Or?” You look so pretty, standing in his flat, your belongings, Emma’s, strewn about, just your presence alone making this place feel more like a home than it ever has before. He feels dizzy, overflowing with emotion when Emma lays her head down on his chest, and you smile at her, looking back up at him, delicate, sweet smile on your lips. He bends, tilting your face upwards to meet his, lips ghosting against one another as Emma coos from his arms.
“Or… we can share it.”
3K notes · View notes