#there are also people who just stand there and wait for me to do something like 😭 i dont got the time either you talk to me rn or you

[wellmetmat]

There's a post from a couple of years ago which I was reminded of and wanted to add to today, about nobody wanting to take the supplicant role in courtship, but it's unrebloggable due to some constraint the OP put on it, so I'll just quote my bit:

Being attracted to someone is distressing. I think the largest part of it is hunger to know someone (?); but when you can’t get to know them well, it ends up a stunted obsession: all that drive-to-know - enough to build a deep, detailed model of another personality - chewing over scraps of phrases and trivial actions, until you’re snappishly bored with your own mind. Your skin feels hungry and there’s nothing you can do about it: “touch starvation” is a phrase that comes to mind. The person’s absence and their presence both hurt: absence obviously, presence because once you’re there you find that there’s still distance, you still miss them. It’s rather like homesickness. Courting someone is wretched. It’s frightening and humiliating and full of agonising waiting periods and jarring mood switchbacks. It feels something like being dragged along on a fishhook, with the line attached to another person’s little finger. Liking someone more than they like you is a position of low power. The incentives are to be servile. You have nothing to bargain with: whatever they decide, you agree to with a smile. You always try to sound happy, because that’s what’s most appealing. You give up on areas of confusion instead of trying to understand, because asking questions annoys people and any annoying act pushes you closer to the cliff-edge of losing them. Any small disagreement feels like a large risk, so you distort your own opinions a bit. You can’t be spontaneous; your inner voice is always tallying accounts: how many days since the last message, too few, you mustn’t bother them yet / how many days since you came up with something interesting, too many, they may forget; don’t intrude so much, but simultaneously what have you done for them lately, how can you provide value to justify remaining in their life. It seems bad that we’re like this. I don’t imagine humans are especially badly formed or anything, it’s probably just as subjectively rotten for every animal that does courtship displays. But if anyone eventually makes robots with emotion-like motivational systems, they shouldn’t include anything like attraction. It’s so silly.

I feel like resurrecting this today to celebrate being out of it. In the last two weeks, somebody has given me the double gifts of liking me and of having the generosity to say so, and show so. All I want to do is be glad and be grateful, and try never to cause this person to experience anything described above.

But I stand by the description, it is a correct description, and we are so badly made it is infuriating. @nohoperadio's good post on the tragic stupidity of pain incidentally also works as a discourse on eros: if there'd been any intelligence involved in the design process, distress signals would come with an off-switch! (Hence my blog tagline.) But instead, evolution is a pitiless idiot, love is humiliation, nonviable attachments take years to starve to death, and there is no moral of the story. Absurd. A baboon could design a better emotional constitution.

Delightfully, this week ACX introduced David Pearce ("For centuries, philosophers have praised suffering as a necessary part of the human condition. For decades, David Pearce has told those other philosophers that they are bad and wrong"), who is doing his best to make a better emotional constitution available, and I approve of such a project so highly that it's been necessary to stack new levels of approval above my previous maximum to encompass how right he is. It's really exciting that any intelligent and active person considers progress of this sort possible and is working on it.

#blind idiot gods #hedonic uplift #David Pearce #transhumanism #important life goal: never need to go courting again - it's rather early to call this achieved but suddenly I can hope

[bunnakit]

my stand in ep 4 thoughts, feelings, etc

WOW WA WE WAA THAT SURE WAS AN EPISODE HUH - happy to report i went back through the episode slowly this week and took notes and really tried to gather everything i wanted to say (but i will inevitably forget something)

🌸 ok disclaimers because i have a lot of them for this particular episode 🌸

i'm just a silly guy on the internet, i'm not an expert in mental health, psychology, body language, whatever. most days i can't even take care of myself. i'm just saying things recreationally.

PLEASE do not put novel spoilers in my replies, reblogs, or tags without a warning notice. i've got an itchy blocking finger for it these days.

i am treating ming and joe and everyone involved in this show as if they were real life human beings. ming was not born some mustache twirling villain sent from hell to make joe miserable. joe is not some pure angel descended from the clouds to do no wrong. everyone in this show exhibits very human behavior and that can be distressing under certain circumstances. i'm just going to comment on them as humans. i'm not interested in a round table discussion on why a character is irredeemable, the scum of the earth, etc. i'm just putting my thoughts out there and you can take them or leave them.

🌸 alright yucky disclaimer time over 🌸

the episode really just picks us back up where everything left off - and yet joe still made ming breakfast, and ming isn't stupid (well right now at least,) he knows something is off.

i am confused why tong needs to get married on this specific day. and like bro how fast are you getting married? relax. the whole thing is just unstoppable force (trajectory of this producers career) meets immovable object (tong's fuckass stubbornness) and the collateral damage is massive.

and then there's the question of did joe ever want to play a lead? or did he let his impulsiveness and hurt put a target on his back? (only emphasized by the fact that everyone assumed joe would turn down the role)

i DO apologize for all my doubt surrounding wut. he, ja, and may are the only people in this show with any god damn sense. maybe jojo and yim. we'll see.

getting into the confrontation at joe's work, i really don't think it's that surprising when we keep in mind ming genuinely has no fucking clue what is going on. all he knows is joe woke up, was acting weird, didn't come home, and then told him to pack up his shit and leave with ZERO explanation. like, joe's completely in the right, but i'd also be confused as fuck. (i wouldn't go to someone's work about it but, y'know, we know ming acts in extremes.)

and to me this is where it really became obvious that joe has always been able to overpower ming, to get away from him, as we have seen joe's physical prowess, we've seen what he's capable of, but he never uses his body to move ming away from him - that's not who joe is, he's not someone that would put his hands on another person like that. it's just another way ming and joe are the direct antithesis of each other.

it's my thought that the argument escalates because ming is used to getting everything he wants - except for tong, and now joe. when joe begins to push him away and deny him his substitution for tong i think ming lashes out in his hurt with a thought of "it's happening again, why doesn't anyone want me?"

i will say while i do believe sol has good intentions for the most part his white knighting is getting a little irksome. while convenient, it just shows how much he's still hovering and laying in wait for a chance with joe - he, too, is not respecting joe's wishes. no is a complete sentence, sol.

and then things continue back at home and joe finally, finally throws ming's words back at him: if i'm so terrible to be with, if you're so great, why are you wasting your time with me?

and ming doesn't have an answer. what ming DOES have is another back embrace, arms wrapped around joe as he asks "don't you love me anymore?" but is he asking joe or tong?

"although i'm not as good as tong" even now joe's rampant self worth issues are still at play but at least he finally knows he's worth more than whatever this is.

then the phone rings and to me, ming looks skittish. he looks shaken. he's never seen joe so angry and he's scared and as the call progresses that fear morphs into rage when sol calls joe. and the thing is, regardless of who played the main role, ming was never going to be happy. it was either going to be joe or tong playing opposite sol and neither of those things would have been acceptable.

and then i said, out loud, in my quiet office: OH! and promptly lost my shit in the group chat.

ming doesn't look wholly present after his act of violence. his face is vacant, like he isn't completely seeing or grasping what he's just done. i get the impression that ming isn't mentally well; stress and fear and anger have a way of making people do really fucking stupid things and as these things happen you risk falling into the sunk cost fallacy - you've already gone this far, you can't stop now - which all aligns with the obsessive behavior we've seen from ming in the past.

as joe wakes up and they talk once again joe doesn't blame ming, he blames himself for not seeing the writing on the walls even though it was written in invisible ink.

"all these times we were together did you ever love me?"

"you can't tell?"

again, so much of the blame and emotional responsibility of their situationship is put on joe and ming refuses to communicate any of his feelings, perhaps because he doesn't know how to after repressing everything for so long.

WE DIDN'T GET HOT KINKY CHAINED UP SEX THOUGH, WHY DOES GOD HATE ME SPECIFICALLY

but the way joe looks at ming as they linger there in the wake of joe's request looks like a goodbye, the way his eyes soak in every detail of ming's face. despite all of this and the nightmare it has turned into he did love ming, perhaps still does, and he does have some of those good memories he was so desperate to keep.

though like.. joe.... maybe we could consider a different career path??? instead of just jumping to risking our lives? like sure food service sucks, cashiering sucks, etc. but you aren't in danger of falling off any cliffs, you know? and let's be real, he could just go into modeling with those looks.

it's my impression that when ming calls joe he looks haggard, like he's lost numerous nights of sleep (and we really don't know how much time has passed) but either way it does seem like he's at least done some amount of reflecting. his voice comes across soft, subdued, and sincere.

and after everything, back in the present, we see ming. he's still in the apartment, desperately calling joe's name all these years later, still unable to sleep and waiting for joe to come home just like he asked him to years ago.

maybe ming never wanted to enter the entertainment industry before, but he has now. perhaps it was never for the attention or the money, maybe he chose to promote those watches because it was a reminder of the gift from joe. and maybe this job, in this specific industry, is the closest he can feel to joe now. and maybe with new influence and connections ming can find out why he was never able to tell joe he loved him before he lost him.

WHO KNOWS, NOT ME, CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT THO

#bunn meta #my stand in #my stand in the series #usersasa #clairedaring #i can never find a good place to mention it but in like ep 1 ming knows how joe takes his coffee #after just like 1 day with him so like ming IS paying attention and DOES care for joe #as we see reinforced with his little gifts and the way he went shopping with him and stuff #the things ming does to show his love and care are very blink and you'll miss it #and it's hard for me to squeeze in my thoughts on that between everything else going on

[transfem-goddess-temple]

(@girl-musk-huffer here)

Sadfdfsfd you'd be a villainess? An "evil" counterpart that just wants an eager congregation of brainwashed, devoted slaves and sluts to your essence? Your word? Your seed? Your scent?

Why that sounds simply wonderful, your grace~

Of course we should corrupt purify the populace with your taste, your sound and your scent~

Press the non-believers between your legs, and wait until they moan your praises while the space between their legs grows wet~

Truly let them see the error of their ways as they taste your divinity on their lips, allowing them the glimpse of nirvana that is your sweaty, musky, pearly-fluid spewing communion~

Baptise them and birth them anew as your servants, devoted to your every word and gesture~

(Mayyy have gotten carried away dgsgegsdg, all these words to say aaaaaaa♡ for reblogging my post)

You were the cavalry, the last ray of hope for the already failed mission. You got called in by the heroics agency after two teams of heroes had been taken out by a new supervillainess. From what they told you, it seems that she has the power to turn people harmless, possibly brainwashing them. So, you were called in, a stealth based hero who could sneak in and take her out before she could take you over.

At least, that was the plan.

You flip backwards, avoid a punch from the woman. You were off your game and you knew it. But for some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off her spandex covered body. It perfectly squeezes her breasts, ass, and lean muscles. But even more tantalizing to you was the outline of a thick cock nestled into one of her pant-legs. Every few moments, it would throb or twitch, like she was getting off to fighting you. You wanted to say that the idea was gross, but in reality it made the area between your legs get warmer.

In one of the moments you find yourself fantasizing about the barely clothed piece of meat, you feel a hard impact on your chest. She kicks you back with enhanced strength, launching you into a wall. Before you can push off, a set of shackles close around your wrists and ankles.

You grunt in frustration as the villainess steps closer. “My, you’re a bold one, fighting me alone. Still, I won’t say the confidence is unfounded. The sneak attack got you close enough to me that I couldn’t… well you’ll see. You seemed distracted out there. What happened?

Her tone is mocking, but also intrigued. You don’t answer her, but you also can’t help but take another glance at her throbbing dick. She smiles. “Oh!~ You see something that you like?” You turn away and grimace, trying to hide your blushing response to her flirtation.

“Aww, no need to be shy dear. Want a closer look?” She snaps her fingers and the manacles start gliding across the wall, turning you upside down. You’re face to face with the throbbing mass, so close that you can see the individual veins on it. “Well here you are~”

She grips the seam of her pants and rips them open, letting her thick cock slide out. Immediately your nostrils fill with the delectable scent of her musk. So sweaty, like a cloud of salty aphrodisiac wafts over you. You can’t help but take a deep breath, letting the stench fill your lungs and mind as the world fades to black.

. . .

You shoot awake in a bed that isn’t your own. It was large enough to fit maybe thirty people and was decorated with all forms of dark silk and gold filigree you look around for Ellie. You stop yourself, your blood running cold. How did you know her name?

You realize that you’re not wearing any clothes and you blush. You stand up and rush around the room to find some form of clothes. All you find is a folded up set of spandex and a manilla envelope with the words ‘Open Me’ on it. You feel compelled to do so.

You slide a few photos out of the folder and gasp. The photos are of you, seemingly taken after you were knocked out. You look at the first one.

You were taken out of the manacles and kneeling before Ellie, her cock in your mouth. You look so blissful, eyes closed hands clasping her thighs to get more leverage on her dick.

You can feel your mouth water and your pussy get wet as you remember the taste. Your pussy twitches as you remember her scent. Your eyes fall on the spandex that was under the envelope. It looked like the same Ellie was wearing earlier. You pick it up and put it to your nose, taking a deep sniff.

You instinctively moan and drop to your knees, quivering and dripping like a hose. You smush the spandex against your face and sniff in harder, trailing your other hand down to your wet pussy. You rub yourself as you look over to the photos you dropped.

You snatch them up and look at them, getting hornier and rubbing yourself harder at each one.

The second photo was you on the bed, bent over and spreading your pussy. Your face was contorted in a slutty plea, like you were begging to be filled. You could see how wet you were.

The next photo was of Ellie plowing into you from behind. Your back was arched and you were moaning up at the ceiling. Ellie was smiling and pinching your bouncy, nude ass. The photo was taken by a third person, and you remember that some of the other missing heroes came in and watched you get broken in. Only the girl heroes though.

The next photo had you fully nude, held up by Ellie in a full Nelson. Your pussy was squirting and your eyes were crossed, drool running down your chin and onto your tits. A few of the missing heroes kneel in front of you and Ellie, licking at her balls.

The last photo just had you in it. Your mouth was filled with cum and Ellie’s cock was framed in front of your eyes. You smile wide, tongue out and dripping. You remember this too. You remember the stench of her cock, the taste of her spunk, and her words praising you for being such an obedient new slut. It all clouded your head, removing all ambition and need. You had everything you wanted in front of your nose. A message was scrawled on the bottom of the photo in red marker:

‘First day of your new, perfect life~’

You cum all over, moaning like the slut you were always meant to be at the idea that the rest of your life would be spent servicing your new mistress. When the aftershocks of your orgasm calm down, you know what you need to do.

You put on your new spandex uniform, now soiled with your slick. It perfectly caresses all of your curves. You leave the room and walk around. You run into a few girls. You recognized them as former heroes, but the way their tongues were down each others throats told you that they had become good sluts just like you.

You walk over and grope their asses to get their attention. They look at you with cockdrunk smiles and kiss you on the cheeks. “Hey~” One of them croons out. “We were waiting for you to wake up~

“Really!” you say, heart skipping a beat at how much they cared for you. You want to jump into their arms and have sweaty sapphic sex right then, but you knew you needed to report to mistress. “Where’s mistress? I need to tell her that I’m ready to bow to her!~”

They giggle and point to a large door. You run over and open it up to see your mistress seated in front of a massive computer monitor. You’re sure she’s working on a brilliant scheme to bring joy to more women and you wait for her to notice you.

She notices you out of the corner of her eye and smiles. She turns from her computer and walks down a set of stairs to her marble throne. You walk over to her and kneel, placing your head at her feet as she sits down.

“Mistress! Thank you for liberating me from that unfulfilling life. I’m so happy knowing that all I have to do is be your good girl to get satisfaction instead of doing so much for so little credit. I pledge myself to you, Mistress Ellie. I’m your’s!~”

She giggles. “Lift your head, dear.” You lift your head and see her magnificent cock. Your eyes go wide and shine. You were being blessed just by seeing and smelling her musky girldick. You take in her entire, beautiful body.

She was like a goddess in human form. No, saying she was human was insulting to her magnificence. She was a superhuman, possibly the only real one in a world of fake hero sluts and stupid men with cocks that paled in comparison to hers.

“Suck it.” You immediately pounce on her cock, using your slutty flashlight of a mouth to suck in all of her stench. You giggle as you drool all over her, making the stink of her crotch that much more fantastic. She snaps her fingers and more girls come in. Some kiss her legs, suck her tits, or even kiss her lips, but there were more than enough that you had a few kissing your body as well. They lick your sweaty body, ripping open your spandex and fingering your needy pussy.

This was the most amazing experience you could ever imagine. You can’t believe that, just yesterday, you thought about defeating your new dark mistress.

#elira answers #mistress Ellie #Book of Musk Huffer #goddess kink #worship kink #worship goddess #nsft roleplay #let me be your villainess #villain kink #k1nk blog #mind corruption #corruption kink #bimbo training #slvt training #mind conditioning #mind fuck #mind break #ownership #serving slvt #strict mistress #slave and mistress #polycule #poly nsft #girldick #musk kink #musk slvt #scent slvt #scent kink #you will bow to girldick #bow before me

[sourtomatola]

The dark Sun's approach

Spin off for @sinclairmaxwellao3, based on their fic, "Lambs and slaughters" (the original fic is 18+, but what I wrote here isn't)

2300+ words (takes place before monty dies)

Eclipse laid reclined on his couch, pregnant with thought. In his top left half, a card was being juggled around his fingers. He stared at nothing in particular as the gently ‘fwipping’ sound of the card turning in his metal digits filled the room.

Ruin came in and hung up his coat. “Couldn’t find any signs of the dirty bugger in the club.” He reported. “Must have sent in a stand-in.” He swayed over and sat between Eclipse’s legs, taking one of his free lower hands in his own. “Have you come to a decision then?”

One final snap of the card sent it firmly in the Underboss’s fingertips as he let out a deep thoughtful sigh.

“This Pertenca piko always seems to know who needs him…” He grumbled as he looked over the card that shimmered black and gold. The words on the back read ‘Call, leave no message.’

“A cryptid in his own right.” Ruin chimed and delicately plucked the card from Eclipse’s hand. “Want me to make the call?”

“Get it over with.” Eclipse sighed.

Ruin began to hum as he followed the instructions on the card, calling and hanging up in all of 30 seconds. “Think it will take long?” He asked, looking up to the underboss.

“Theres few things Umbra is known for, but one thing he’s fairly well known for is efficiency.” Eclipse said as he played with Ruin’s hand in his.

“Then my reputation precedes me.”

The two spun around, guns instantly in their hands and aimed at the intruder in their room.

The Dark Sun model stood perfectly still as he stared at the two boredly. His optics shared the same sky blue color as Sunrise’s, but were instead surrounded by black, giving him an eerie and unsettling stare. If not for that, and the sharply cut black suit he wore, they might have mistaken him for their Sunrise. It was almost uncanny to see someone so similar. His rays were a duller color as well, but other than that, they were identical.

“Problem with Fazbear?” Umbra stated simply.

“Efficient and perceptive.” Ruin giggled as he stood up, allowing Eclipse to stand as well.

“I May live under a rock, but I don’t miss anything. I also am aware of Sunrise being in your care. I wish to see him.” Umbra said before quickly stepping out of the room.

To that, the underboss and hitman rushed after him. “Wha-hey!” Eclipse called angrily. “Ne kuraĝu tuŝi lin!!”

“I don’t intend to, I just need to see him before I can get to my work.” Umbra stated almost boredly.

A Squeak came form the hallway, catching Umbra’s attention. Sun stood, holding his hands to his chest in shock of the sight of another sun model in a fine suit. Umbra’s eyebrow twitched up, as if resisting to raise in surprise as well. They stared at one another for a moment before Umbra spoke. “Sunrise.” He gave a gently incline of his head in greeting.

“H-hi…” Sunny blinked at him. Eclipse and Ruin stood nearby, glaring at Umbra as they waited for him to make a move.

The dark sun Model walked around Sunrise, as if appraising him. “Hmm…nice dress.” He said simply. He then paused in front of Sunrise and looked him in the eyes. “Do you want Fazbear gone? Wiped form existence? To give him a free taxi ride to the river Styx?” He asked in a low menacing tone.

Sunny stood in confusion and glanced to the underboss who stood at the ready, fully expecting something to go wrong. He then looked back in to the black and blue optic’s of the other sun model.

“Yes.” He stated. “He’s…He’s done unspeakable things to me and the people I love. I don’t want to live in fear of him hurting us again.”

“Consider it done.” Umbra said and walked swiftly past him, heading straight to Eclipse, seeming to have the intention to plow right through the massive four-armed animatronic. “Have my payment ready right away.” He said before vanishing before he could run into the underboss.

Eclipse flinched from the shock of not getting bumped or shoved. He looked around, but Umbra had left no signs of even being there.

“Goodness, his magic might be greater than your fathers.” Ruin marveled. “Teleporting shouldn’t be possible here, save for the family.”

“W-who was that?” Sunny asked. He still felt a chill from the gaze of those cyan and black optics.

“Don’t worry your pretty self, Sunny. That’s for Ruin and I to worry about.” Eclipses assured.

***

A Sun Model Animatronic sat at the bar of a club on the far side of town. A simple black spaghetti strap dress adorned his casing as he swirled the liquor in his glass. His make up was smudged with sadness, telling a familiar story to the bartender.

“Sunrise? Is that you?”

He hand holding the glass flinched and held the glass tighter before the animatronic looked back slowly. The tall muscular gator animatronic stood over him and closed in quickly.

“M-Monty?! W-what are you doing here??” Sun squeaked and leaned away from him.

“This is my favorite bar, cher.” Monty smirked and swiftly wrapped his arm around him, making him flinch. “My my, those wouldn’t be tear streaks in your eyeliner, would it?”

Sun quickly rubbed his eyes, as if trying to hide the evidence. “No! It’s none of your business anyways. I was just leaving!” He said and tried to slip off his stool, only to have been swept off before his feet could even hit the floor. Monty held him firmly and began to carry him out.

“Don’t be like that Cher! I know just how to cheer you up. The boss has missed you a lot you know, I’m sure he’d give you the warmest welcome back!” Monty chimed as he carried Sun virtically.

“I-I can’t, I…M-my brother is nearby, I need to go get him!” He said and tried to get out of Monty’s strong arms.

“Good, then he’ll just follow us.” Monty smirked and carried him out to his car, shoving the sun animatronic in.

The ride was tense as Sun stayed huddled as far away from the gator as possible. He was then dragged into the pizzaplex. Staffbots rushed out of the gator’s way as he stormed through the halls and past the lounges.

He pounded on the door of the don. “Hey boss! Got a little surprise for you!” He laughed as he dragged Sun in and threw him to the floor. Sun had been spun slightly in the force of his fall, causing his dress to flare out. He lay on the floor a second to gain his baring’s, realizing that the slit on his dress was now wide open, exposing his legs almost completely.

He heard a satisfied hum as he looked up to see Moonrise sitting on Freddy’s desk. Behind him, with a wicked grin, was the bear himself.

Sun’s optics were set wide and fearful as he stared up at the don who has done nothing but reap from disaster and pain.

“Sunny dear! How wonderful to see you again!” Fazbear smirked.

“Freddy…” Sun breathed.

“Brother.” Moonrise sneered and hopped off the desk to walk to him. He grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his feet. “So sweet to see you again…” He ran a finger under Sun’s eyes, making him flinch. Moonrise rubbed the smeared make-up between his fingers. “Tragedy strike at the old celestial’s home?”

“I…M…moon…” Sun said softly. “Moon’s dead…T-the star went off and…The celestial’s kicked me out. Said I was too dangerous and I killed their best weapon’s designer…” He sniffled and rubbed his eyes again.

“Sound’s like you killed him to me. Good job.” Moonrise smirked.

Sun’s face hardened into a glare for but a second before breaking down into tears. Fazbear’s brow lowered curiously before reaching a hand to him. “Come here.” Sun stood firm until Moonrise shoved him around the desk and making him face Freddy, their knee’s practically touching.

Freddy grabbed Sun’s arms and yanked him onto his lap to get a better look at him. He studied the sun animatronic’s face, as if trying to look for flaws. The only thing broken on his face was his emotion. Pain and fear enveloped his features, but deep behind it was a fighting spirit.

Freddy let go of one of his arms and reached up to gently place a claw on his shoulder and delicately pull down one of Sun’s spaghetti straps. His claw was gently, threateningly so. Gently grazing Sun’s casing, as if to say how easy it would be to dig deeper and cause real damage. Sun’s hand shot up and grabbed Freddy’s hand in protest, but otherwise didn’t fight him off.

That’s when the Don’s eyes narrowed darkly and he grabbed Sun’s arms harshly again. “My Sunrise would never behave in such a way to me, or risk getting hurt. Who are you?” He snarled.

The room went still as Monty stared in confusion. This…WAS Sun though, wasn’t it? Sun models were rarer, and how many of them would not only know Monty by name, but also wear a dress like Sunrise would?

Moonrise narrowed his eyes as well and snaped out his gun, aiming it at the Beautiful sun model.

Sun sat still, staring at Freddy before glancing at Moonrise. “Careful now Moonrise, wouldn’t want to hit your boss, would you?” He said evenly, his tone lower and darker and the scalar’s of his optic’s suddenly faded to black.

Freddy’s eyes shot open before he shoved the animatronic off his lap. Umbra miraculously landed on his feet and stood tall, his posture immaculate and the strap still hanging off his shoulder. “Didn’t I play the part well enough? Surely Sunrise doesn’t just, LET you do such things to him?” He questioned as he grabbed the skirt of his dress and lifted it a bit, swaying it whimsically. “Though I will say, this isn’t too bad. I like how it flows.”

The click of the hammer being pulled back on Moonrise’s gun didn’t go unnoticed, but Umbra ignored it. “Don asked a question. Who are you?” The moon model snarled.

Umbra lifted his skirt slightly to do a mock curtsy. “Oh pardon me, dear don, how could I not introduce myself in such circumstances.” HE said almost sarcastically. “Most call me Dark sun, but I go by Umbra.”

A small choke from Monty came from begin them. “Whispered death??”

“Kill him!” Freddy barked.

Just as Moonrise took his shot, Umbra flipped his skirt up as he ducked, hiding him from the hitman. His hand stayed in a firm flat position as he thrust it up, aiming for the seams on Moonrise’s torso. With the force and angle of his hand, his claws easily slid under the seams and granted access to Moonrise’s battery. As soon as Umbra’s hand touched it, he grasped it in his hand and shattered it, causing Moonrise to go limp, almost dead.

Monty was rushing for his own gun but at the sight of such fast action, he hesitated. As he did, the Moon animatronic’s body was hurled at him, throwing him off more. With another flare of black fabric, Umbra was now behind him, doing a similar action that he did to Moonrise, slipping his hand under the seams of their plating and crushing their batteries. He knew it was a temporary fix. But when it was many against one, it was what was needed to neutralize threats to make them all easy to finish off later. It’s what it took to take out animatronic’s.

Freddy shot at them, not seeming to care if he hit Monty. Which Umbra made sure he did just to finish the job that was Monty.

Umbra peeked from behind the gator. “Thanks for the help killing Monty, Superstar.” He said in an unenthused voice.

“Umbra…I thought you didn’t play favorites.”  Freddy glared. “I tried to contract you last year and never heard back from you. Yet here you are, against me.”

“Yeah well, Lets just say I don’t take unsolicited calls. The fact you tried to hunt me down, PERSONALLY offended me. I just want to be left alone.” He said before lifting Monty’s corpse enough to cover him completely. Then, the lifeless body dropped, proving to no longer being a hiding spot.

Freddy turned quickly but was swiftly shoves to the ground, landing hard on his back. Umbra was now standing on his arms, keeping him down and unable to struggle. Umbra glanced at the wall of Freddy’s collection. He stared for just a second before looking back down at the bear.

“I like your eye collection. Maybe I’ll start my own.” He said before raising his hands, that dripped with Moonrise and Monty’s blood.

****

Eclipse entered his office in Totality, ready to start the day. He paused at the sight of a sun Model in a black dress, facing away from him as they sat on his desk. “Sunny?” He asked curiously.

Umbra turned, showing his black optics. Eclipse narrowed his eyes before they widened in shock as Umbra held up a box. “Proof of service.” He said simply as he pushed the box closer. “Call it the witches broomstick.”

Eclipse narrowed his eye sat Umbra as he watched the sun animatronic hop off the desk and wave his hand across himself. His attired changed back to his sharply trimmed suit and his face clean of make-up. He watched Eclipse stare at him before he motioned to the box. “Well?”

Eclipse opened the box and stared back at the vibrant blue eyes that sat on soft velvet to keep them from clattering together. Under the eyes, were several photos of Freddy’s office after Umbra had completed his task.

He closed the box and stepped around to his desk and held out a briefcase to Umbra. “Accepted. Thank you.”

“Thank you for keeping this short and simple.” Umbra said and took the case. “Feel free to leave me alone.” Was all he said before he vanished once again.

#fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #fnaf eclipse #fnaf ruin #sams ruin #sams eclipse #sams dark sun #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock monty #I just really wanted to writ e a thing for dark sun #Lambs and slaughters #fan spin on

[leebrontide]

I ever tell you all about my role model?

So when I was a teen we had these two black labs. Good dogs. I miss them.

And I was in highschool when we took them both to the vet for vaccinations or something. And the vet had this small tuxedo can that lived at the office, just hanging around in the waiting area.

And both my dogs see this cat and all the fur on their backs puffs up and they start growling and showing their teeth and closing in on this little cat as my mom and I try to drag them back, panicking that our pets are gonna try to murder the vet's pet.

And the cat barely pauses their grooming to look at them calmly and bap both of them on the nose in quick succession. No claws out. Not even a swipe. Distinctly a bop or maybe even a bap. Then they went back to grooming themself.

The dogs stopped growling. They look at each other, and then at us. I have never seen a more confused dog in my life.

They quietly went back and sat down where we'd been sitting, and didn't so much as look at that cat ever again.

And like...these are 80lb dogs.

And I decided I wanted to be like that cat. Not violent, but utterly poised in the face of danger. This cat refused to acknowledge that the dogs were bigger or any particular danger. And the dogs were so baffled by this that they assumed they were not any particular danger to the cat. And so, they weren't.

And when I've told this story online, there's usually some women who get really mad at me. They say I'm endangering women, or I'm victim blaming.

I don't know what to say. I'm 40 years old and 5ft 4. I have been in multiple jobs that frequently involved standing firm in the face of large angry men with histories of assault being very very mad at me while I am isolated from backup. And only one has ever dared to take a swing at me and he was so drunk I didn't even need to lean back he missed so badly.

Is it a perfect protection from danger? No, that's dumb. Nothing is. It would be nice if there was something we could do to always stay safe but even fairy tales know better than that.

And it sure as hell seems to protect me better than trying to placate, or than panicking, or escalating or isolating.

And multiple men over a foot bigger than me have voiced that there is something innately scary and intimidating about me. Actually especially taller men seem intimidated by me. I think because I refuse to have any emotional response to their size, and it stands out as weird to them, subconsciously (many of them are perfectly lovely people who I'm not trying to intimidate at all, but who are naturally used to the way most people react to them.)

It doesn't mean I'm never scared. But being rooted in the image of that cat has really has got me through a lot of situations.

It also has for sure made some bosses hate me, when they want groveling and I don't, but I'm doing just fine anyways.

[mazzystar24]

idk who else to go to with this but i have so many people sending me hate because i don’t like bucktommy when i literally never even post about them????? they keep calling me toxic and a hater and i’m not i just have shipped buddie for years and i don’t vibe with tommy…. it makes me sad because this fandom used to bond over buddie so much but now i just see angry tommy fans (and admittedly some buddie fans but nowhere near as many) spreading so much hatred and rudeness while turning around and calling buddie fans toxic when we just want to ship our 6 year long standing ship… and like i said i genuinely never post about bucktommy, and if i do say something about them that can be perceived as negative then i always tag it “anti-bucktommy” and i NEVER tag it bucktommy so that they don’t have to even see it! It hurts to open up the app not knowing if i’m going to have another person calling me homophobic or a fetishizer (i’m literally queer) or calling me a toxic bitch when i literally don’t do anything but post happy buddie content 9/10 posts! and like i said i know i’ve seen some buddie accounts go to extremes and i’m not defending that, but i’ve seen people who will call out even the slightest apprehension to bucktommy as if they stepped on someone’s grave, while simultaneously bullying and harassing buddie shippers for minding their own business… like i can’t even go into the buddie tag and it’s people attacking us left and right while the bucktommy tag is nothing but everyone gushing over them… i hate that we can’t enjoy a 6 year old ship anymore because half the fandom decided to jump to this other one that has barely gotten any screentime between two characters that don’t really have chemistry with each other and they want to berate us for it and call us names. I’m not a fetishizer and I’m not toxic, I’m just a late 20s queer girl who wants to talk about buddie without a barrage of hate and insults thrown at me but I can’t do that anymore… 9-1-1/buddie used to be my safe place but now i can’t even come on tumblr because i’m worried a stan will be lurking in my asks/replies waiting to tell me how awful i am.

i’m sorry to dump all of that on you but i just opened a really nasty ask and it hurt a lot to read what they said about me and you were the first person on my dash

Hey anon!

Okay so I can already guess I’ll be late posting this cos i think I’ll be replying to this in increments throughout my day today, and also I can tell this is really bothering you so I don’t wanna just give like a short rushed answer - oh wow I actually wrote this in one sitting cos I can’t shut up once I start

Yes the fandom has been a downright mess lately and it’s like I always say, people if you wanna engage in discourse that’s your prerogative and no one is faulting you for that but it’s the utter lack of fandom etiquette these toxic fans have that’s the real issue and I also feel like as you said a huge issue is this kind of imaginary high horse they seem to have

Like I totally agree that there is like this section of toxic bucktommy fans who try to warp not liking bucktommy into being biphobic- which look if people are actually being biphobic by all means call them out but when you’re going to actual queer people who posted 166283894 posts celebrating bi buck, only to attack them for not liking the ship?? Then that’s just plain stupid I’m sorry, like being happy to have the queer rep and not liking bucktommy isn’t mutually exclusive and it’s ridiculous people are trying to make it out to be

Like I’ve personally been sent an ask like that where they implied that I was biphobic for not being a big fan of bucktommy and that “I don’t know how exhausting it is for bi people” - which I gotta say made me go what about my blog would ever make someone think ah yes straight 🤩

And thing is at the time they sent that my most note filled post was my celebration reaction meme extravaganza to getting bi buck which I feel added some fun irony to the whole thing

And calling people shipping two MEN (buddie) homophobic takes a special kind of cognitive dissonance that I gotta say I’d almost be impressed with the leaps in logic if it wasn’t so annoying

Now I personally don’t know what state the bucktommy tag is in cos I mostly stick to the 911 abc and the buddie tag but I know how the buddie tag has been and I agree the misuse of tags to make a negative space is absolutely ridiculous and again that all goes back to the etiquette part

And the fetishising thing is also just another thing that absolutely grates my nerves, because these toxic fans really need a dictionary thrown at their heads because buddie is like the polar opposite of that.

First of all a large section of buddie shippers im aware have asexual Eddie headcanons and that aside let’s say we want gay Eddie and buddie and all those things, let’s even say we want them to fuck nasty *gasp🫢* and sloppy and write 156273 smut fics where they plain fuck like rabbits (*nun faints in the background* also probably some pearl clutching occurred upon reading this),

THAT’S NOT THE POINT HERE- the point is the main appeal of buddie as a ship isn’t that ooo look two hot guys kissing; it’s the history it’s the friendship, it’s the vulnerability, it’s the will scene, the shooting, the trust, the parallels, the understanding of each other, it’s the domesticity and it’s all these moments that have nothing to do with sex or objectifying their dynamic or mlm relationships but rather shipping them because they are two people with this amazing connection and these experiences

and THAT? That’s the furthest thing from fetishisation

Now I could be controversial and talk about how SOME and some is the operative word of this sentence- SOME toxic bucktommy fans have been blatant in not really caring about the story or the characters or buck and Tommy as individuals or the team dynamic or anything other than seeing these two men kiss, these being a lot of the same fans who refuse to watch the show other than the bucktommy and Tommy scenes and then will act like they somehow understand the show more than fans who’ve been here years or seen the whole show BUT I digress because I know that saying this is me basically asking for spam hate (so shhhh let’s pretend I didn’t say that 🤫)

who said that? 👀not me👀damn that’s crazy a ghost just ran across my keyboard 🙄

Anyways back to you specifically, because I really do think it bares mentioning, if you’ve been respectful to others then that’s all you can do and thank you on the behalf of everyone cos it really makes a difference, and I wanna say sorry on the behalf of every asshole who’s deciding to attack you for ridiculous reasons, the best advice I can give you is to genuinely not let it get to you I know it’s easier said than done but you know who you are and you know your intentions and some dumbass sitting behind a screen who can’t even properly comprehend what biphobia or fetishisation actually is (or worse DOES know what it is but is just using it as a way to put others down over a tv show to have an imaginary high ground) isn’t worth your time or your distress and they cannot change who you are

This part might be over explaining the obvious but in case you don’t know/ are new to tumblr or whatever: If you wanna continue to have fandom spaces as a safe place filtering should get rid of a lot of the posts and so should blocking but ofc you’ll see a few so just skip past and enjoy the content you like, if you wanna make posts and are scared of asks from toxic shippers maybe you can turn off your asks temporarily until you feel like you’re in a better place mentally to deal with it

Oooo or an idea that might work is you can ask your followers and mutuals (who are the ones most likely to be sending the nice asks) to use an emoji at the start of their asks to indicate to you that this is an ask you’ll like then you can delete any ask without that emoji without even having to look at the hate if it’s causing you that anxiety - if that makes sense?

I hope my reply somehow made you feel better and I really hope that you can have your fandom space and enjoyment back 🫶🫶🫶🫶

#hope everyone who ever sent me a ranting ask that as I’m replying to you I’m channeling the energy of a little old lady #*knows that as #giving you hot cocoa or tea on a rainy day #evan buck buckley #buckley diaz family #911onfox #911 fox #911 #evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 discourse #fandom discourse #asks open #send asks #send me asks #answered asks #asks

[jolieblack]

Jolie’s thoughts on

The Reigate Squire (Sherlock & Co. podcast)

Weirdly, I had real trouble following the plot of this one, even knowing the original story. I feel there was one art gallery and one art galerist too many to keep track of. I know that Sherlock Holmes stories are really not about the cases for most people, but I belong in that small minority that wants cases and wants the cases to be brilliant. I needed a relisten to really get this one.

Loved the nods to ACD in the names of the paintings and painters, though.

Nice foreshadowing with the handwriting in the opening scene, too!

Do people in a coma really clench their hands? (Never mind me, now I‘m just nitpicking. 😝)

I must say that I love (as in LOVE) the H/C in the original story, with Watson literally crossing the sea to fetch a sick Holmes home, and with the touching contrast between Holmes‘s public image (wading through congratulatory telegrams) and his private misery, which only Watson was allowed to witness. Somehow the quick info dump that Sherlock was overworked and a bit burned out in this episode didn’t quite make the most of the original's potential…

I also desperately wanted to know more about what brought Sherlock’s breakdown on. Physical exertion? Intellectual strain? Emotional strain? Mental health issues? Or am I missing the obvious and they’re being obscure on purpose because the true cause of his weak state is too delicate/too illegal to talk about on a public podcast? Is he recovering from a drugs bender? Did he even overdose?

I can see why this episode has got a lot of our Jonklockers quite excited, though!

John comparing Sherlock to the back of his hand and then poceeding to LICK said body part was really something else, and it was only the start.

Captain Hayter being a hunk, a dish, a stud and a certified beefcake will certainly go down our fandom‘s history as one of the most quoted Sherlock quotes ever, justly so. Let me just say, dear Sherlock, until I hear you using any similarly enthusiastic vocabulary about the physical appearance of any woman you encounter, I'll be Making Assumptions.

(Check out this lovely fanart by @jonk-md, and this one by @dead-chela !)

"Captain Handsome" (😂) - "Can you stop saying that because I‘ll laugh and then he‘ll ask why I‘m laughing and then that‘ll be awkward." - Awkward FOR WHOM, John, and WHY EXACTLY, we would like to know.

"You heard it here first, folks." - Yeah, sure, that was just a totally innocent play on words there, Sherlock. Your subconscious is doing funny things, mate.

Lovely to see our boys caring about each other as much as ever though.

"Watson is one of the most capable medical practitioners London can offer. I‘m in safe hands."- "All right, you’re delirious, I‘m calling an ambulance."

There is SO MUCH to unpack in that short little exchange alone.

"Never mind him collapsing, how I‘m still standing is the real question!"

Love how this John Watson still has the patience and loyalty of a saint but he also gets to be grumpy about it.

"You eat cereal at night!" - "That’s different!" - "How is it different?" 😂

Cereal-at-night-eaters of the world unite! Hands up who hasn’t done this at some point in their lives.

And Sherlock on a swing is a mental image to behold indeed. (A swing on a playground. Get your minds out of the gutter, people.)

"This is very much me being me." Awww.

Love how they literally run away giggling from the idea of commercialising their success. All three of them together, no verbal coordination needed, let alone any discussion. And straight into the next mad adventure. I can’t wait.

#sherlock & co #sherlock & co podcast #sherlock and co #podlock #episode notes #the reigate squire

[littlerocks]

After watching 7x08, I shed I don't know how many tears for bobby's story, his past and I just want to hug him tightly and take away all the pain he has felt over the years. Comuqnue after seeing bobby's past, literally I think bobby and buck saved each other, bobby found in buck a son, buck found in bobby a father, and their bond that they have is wonderful. Anyway I don't talk too much about 7x08 because I'm waiting for the Italian subtitles to understand better ahahhaha

Anyway talking about the images 7x09:

I'm too happy for them that they received recognition for what they did, risking their lives to save bobby and athena but also all the other people, and a thank you to hen and his instincts that will always be taken into account from now on hahaha.

Obviously some people "complained" from what I read about the fact that tommy in the picture didn't have the medal, and so that implied that he wasn't part of the 118, like he wasn't important and whatever that kind of crap, honestly me to laugh because literally it was because of him, that bobby and athena and all the other people were saved, in the sense he could very well give up not flying them, because first there was a hurricane and it was dangerous, I guess; then you didn't even know if it was true, and then first of all I think he would have risked his job as well as the others rightly, so I think that even though physically he is not part of the 118 because he doesn't work there anymore, he nevertheless still helped them, also because because he used to work before there; I think he knows chim and hen and even bobby well and so he knows that if they say they help them do something that actually you didn't know if it was true, he knew though that they were right, it still makes it clear that all in all he is still part of the 118, so the fact that there are commeti saying that he doesn't deserve the medal, or that what he has done is not important, is bullshit, I understand not liking the character but to deny that he doesn't deserve recognition, on the work that he has done, seems to me to be going too far.

However, my opinion, for me buck in addition to being happy of course to have a recognition on the rescue he did together with his team (including tommy) for me in part he is also happy because he is also with tommy, in the sense he is happy that he is living this experience together with tommy, his fiancé, not as a mere spectator but literally as a member of the team that helped him rescue the people. Also in my opinion if he could, he would make like a poster saying "this beautiful guy standing next to me is my boyfriend," with the arrow ch pointing to tommy. I have no certainty but also no doubt that he would do that ahahah

Also less bad that Tommy smiled, because if he wouldn't have done so, everyone would complain about the fact " eh you see Tommy is a serious person who doesn't even smile, while buck does, so you see they don't fit in so they don't go well together", so thanks Tommy who smiled at least they can't attack you on this (just kidding hahaha) anyway everything aside, I'm now completely in love with Lou's smile, I have a crush on him, and also for the smile

However I expect a kiss between Tommy and Buck in the barracks eh (it would be wonderful) and then another date between them. Anyway, I saw that the actors from 911 Lone Star met the ones from 911, so can it be a new episode together? However, if that were the case, I want to see tk and buck talking together and then he says "you know, I got engaged to a guy" and tk says "my nose for understanding if he's a queer person is never wrong" AHAHHA, and then like, buck ago see the photos in tk of tommy and tk of carlos and their wedding, I would like it too much see

Image obviously with the two boyfriends and their biggest fan: Chim/Kenneth Choi, he will protect them from everyone AHAHAHAHHA

I don't know what to expect in 7x09, I just want Bobby to return to having serenity and I sincerely hope that that fire is like a dream that he has, imagining a fire in his house as if it were his fear of not being able to save his family again, having failed to save his father, his first family and even now his second family, as if this were his greatest fear. So I hope it's something he figures out himself and I hope Bobby eventually gets well again

To conclude, it has nothing to do with the above, I think this competition thing between "buddie, "buck and tommy endgame", "buck must be with eddie" or "tomy and buck don't have a bond while eddie and buck do", I don't understand about all this competition, what if we lived it and enjoyed it regardless of what happens? Obviously everyone has their own theories, ship, endgame okay it's fine, it's fine but honestly living these let's say competition on who buck is better with eddie or with tommy, just because some people hate that buck is with tommy makes me a little bored, or who hate Tommy regardless, I don't know it creates a tension in the fandom, yet we could just be happy and that's it?

However, I love Tommy's character, I haven't seen much of him, but that little bit was enough for me to love him

#911 abc #tommy kinard #buck x tommy #evan buckley

[mikefaistfanatic]

anything for you

chapter 3

“So, I googled you.” It was the first thing I could think to say. I wish I’d gone with “you look nice,” or maybe “good to see you again,” but I went with, “So, I googled you.”

“Did you find anything good?” He was perfectly relaxed, and he really did look nice. Suit and tie, hair perfectly fluffy.

“Broadway isn’t exactly a small stage.” I said, easing into it. He could see where I was going with this.

“I liked that you didn’t know who I was. Also, I would’ve seemed like a dick if I’d read off my entire professional resume. ‘Did you want my extra bag of peanuts? Also, I wanted to let you know I was nominated for a Tony.’ I’d only bring it up in casual conversation if i’d won.”

"West Side Story isn't exactly a 'short film' either. There's pictures of you standing next to Steven. Spielberg." I talked about it like this was news to him, like it wasn't literally his life and his memories. He seemed amused.

"Are you angry I didn't tell you?"

"Not angry so much as just shocked. I assumed I was flirting with a super low-key struggle-for-your-art kinda guy. Not a guy who knows what Steven Spielberg smells like."

"Kind of citrus-y. Maybe a little earthy tone to it." I hated myself for all the questions I had to ask. But I couldn't not ask.

"So if you're that famous, how come you weren't flying on a private jet situation?"

"I'm not private jet famous. I mean, don't get me wrong, I definitely get recognized, it's just more by theater people. Dear Evan Hansen fans, West Side, Newsies, you get it."

"See, that was you reading off your professional resume. But I figured that's what it was. I was never super into musicals. I tried to be, I could just never get it to stick in my brain. I went in and out of a lot of phases as a kid." I was dying to ask more of the juicy details, but I couldn't. Not yet. On the other hand, I found myself just wanting to know more about him personally, and I wanted him to know more about me. All the lame stuff like his favorite color, his favorites movies when he was a little kid, what his parents are like, etc. But I also wanted to know what it would be like to touch him. To kiss his beautiful face. To breathe him in. I asked all the questions and I let him go on and on. He'd try to steer the conversation to something about me and I'd turn it right back around to him. Anything just to stare at that gorgeous face just one second longer. Dinner was coming to an end and I hadn't even noticed how much time had passed until he brought it up.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I've just talked about only myself for the last three hours. Is that a total turn-off?" He was so fucking adorable.

"You could talk to me about anything and it wouldn't be a turn-off." And I meant it too. He seemed to like this answer.

"So if I started to talk about calculus or hip dysplasia or microbiology, you'd still want to go back to my hotel room with me?"

"Do you even know enough about those things to have an actual conversation about them?" I was avoiding the question.

"You're avoiding the question.. and no, I don't. I'm a dramatic arts school drop out. Sexy, right?"

I was eager, and he could tell. "Are you ready to go now?" I asked, gaining confidence.

"I was waiting for you to say that." Mike quickly paid the bill and stretched his hand out to mine to lead me out of the restaurant and into the cool, London air. He placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked to his hotel. I began to feel so incredibly nervous. Would he want to see me again if I gave it all away so soon? Would he still respect me? Does he even respect me now? A million questions were flooding through my mind, but I did my best to just relax. I decided to take things slow and let him take the lead. Maybe I was over thinking everything and he was just leading me back to his hotel room so we could order room service dessert and watch movies together, fully clothed and sitting six feet away from each other on opposite ends of the room. Maybe I was completely delusional and nothing remotely exciting was going to happen.

When we got to his hotel and the elevator doors shut to take us up to his room, I felt the sexual tension. At that point, I didn't care if he respected me. I needed to touch him and I needed him to touch me. I started slow, taking my hand from his and reaching further up his arm to wrap my hand around his bicep.

"Are you nervous?" He was a mind reader apparently.

"A hundred percent. But I really like you. Really really like you. I'm trying to be present and in the moment and spontaneous, and-"

He cut me off by pressing each of his hands on the sides of my face, pushing my hair behind my ears and walking me back against the wall of the elevator. He looked into my eyes and whispered, so delicately, "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?" Him asking only made it a million times more attractive. Cheeks flushed and heart in my stomach, I could only nod. He pressed his lips to mine. Slowly, our mouths melted together as I wrapped my hands around his slender waist, pulling him into me. Needing him even closer than he already was if that was even possible. As we both grew more passionate, more needy for each other, the elevator doors opened to his floor. We both pull ourselves away at the sound of someone clearing their throat, clearly not prepared to walk in on the scene we'd created.

"Oh! Uh, um- we're very sorry," Mike says as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the elevator, rushing me down the hallway while simultaneously fishing for his key in his pants pocket. I laugh so hard my stomach begins to cramp.

The second we're inside his hotel room, I feel myself being picked up and thrown over Mike's shoulder. Both laughing, he places me on his bed and leans over, propping himself up on his hands.

"I'm going to fuck you now, is that okay?"

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #mike faist character #mike faist smut #fiction writing

[thefoolishone666]

Kickin also once said

What is this? I have more? That is right @hiwelcometothemonstersancturary I have had way too much fun with the first, I have decided to drop kick the chicken through much more. Is this a good idea, no. Let's begin!

* Stand back, I know how to do the Wenis!

* Bubba, in reference to doing drunk Mario Party: The main thing is, I LOATHE alcohol, so I would hate every second.

Kickin: Just drink hot sauce. That is the next best thing for it.

* When did I become predictable!?

* (Building a boat on stream) Oh no, Mom is here. I am doing normal adult things, I swear. (Trying to hide the boat behind back)

* I am just saying, it was written in the stars that I would lose my leg. I would have liked to be told that Picky needed some emergency rations on that instead of it just happening, but at that point I am looking a gift horse in the mouth.

* (Watching Dogday play a rhythm game)...Catnap, I think Dogday is broken, he has not blinked once in the past minute.

* (Playing Blades in the Dark) Picky: Did you kill this person!?

Kickin:...Evidence wise no...but as a friend I can tell you that he insulted my hat.

* (Grabing Picky and lightly shaking) ARE YOU STRAWBERRY!?

* Anything that is pure white, is just as equally evil!

(30 seconds later)

...I just remembered Crafty exists...

* We did it! We killed an innocent man!

* (Camera is upside down and he has yet to notice) The fact that Bubba is just grinning while standing in the door has me nervous.

* Hoppy, I know you are mad at me, but letting yourself be juggle combo'ed is a great way to relieve stress.

* Não tenho boca e ainda assim devo gritar, or in English, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

* Picky: Should we do a cooking show intro or...

Kickin, instantly looking at camera: Boys, girls, and everyone in between, welcome to our new cooking show, "WAIT, WE CAN EAT EVERYDAY NOW!?" I am your pirate co host, Kickin, and this is Picky, currently still going through some character development.

* The best way to hide a body is to eat it...but this person is not a chicken, pig, or lamb, and we don't have a lamb in the gang, at least yet.

* The best way to not die is to eat, at least in my opinion...I am not looking at chat cause I know they are already asking if I ate anything yet.

* Poppy: Bubba sent you something from college!

Kickin: Yay! I love that elephant...Oh, Poppy, since you are here, you mind helping me?

Poppy: Sure. What is it?

Kickin: I need you to be a murderer.

* God...if you can hear me...you still owe me 5 bucks.

* Sometimes, life gives you a free drop kick in the groin.

* I will use the scientific method. (Closes eye and starts hits random buttons)

* Only three rules on this ship, remember to eat, remember to sleep, and if someone is neglecting to do 1 or 2, put them in a sleeper hold to force them to eat and/or sleep.

* What are friends but people you eat in a huge panic when food is low?

* In the name of the Father, Catnap, and my other Father. Amen.

* Hello it is I, the hatcher that is Billy.

* I AM THE CHICKEN SANDWICH KING! I am not a cow, so I can't be the burger King.

* I am made of tons of chicken, I can even name them. Nuggets. (Returns to game)

* I want to vote Theo. I have no proof he is the killer, I just want to do it for the bit. And pity revenge.

* Who says I can't be fabulous while firing myself out of a canon?!

* (Refering to how long till he called Angel parent on purpose) Who here wants to take bets on how long until I had an emotional breakdown?

* No joke, there have been days where I sign off the stream, get myself something to drink, and the entire farm will just hear, "SHOOT I NEED TO APOLOGIZE TO PICKY!" or whoever cause I don't pay attention to what leaves my face hole sometimes.

* Guys, sorry to interrupt the party, but I MAY have gotten stabbed and need some help.

* I would to dedicate the unnecessary slaughter of all the underworld's monsters to Dad, cause I am trying to regain what good is in my soul for committing to this...

* If I wear two eyepatches I become a super pirate!

* (Playing A pokemon soul link) Kickin: I got bad and shit news.

Bubba:...What is the bad news?

Kickin: I may have gotten a pokemon killed.

Bubba:...Which one?

Kickin: You know how happy you are when you got your favorite polemon in this...?

* (Singing) I gave my love a chicken...that had no face...

* Bobby is going to come in here one day without me noticing while I am playing Mortal Kombat and just clap when I get brutality, I already feel it.

* Cole, I like you, but why must you be lightening?

* What is Gender, but another thing we don't understand here.

* (Refering to the stack of golden apples he has) But I may need them later...(Eating rotten flesh)

* (Drawing on white board trying to figure out story of game) Then if this connected to this, and this to that...I just wrote a bunch of scribbles.

* You can't make me eat, shut up dad. (Realizes Angel is there) That wasn't towards you, I swear!

* My favorite weapons for stealth are a dagger, a pistol, and 55 pounds of TNT I always keep on hand.

* (Playing Something Wicked from Ultrakill) Why must Playtime help with this game!?

* But hate doesn't taste as good as my leg though!

* Today on, "Playtime ruined my life, now it ticks me off in the smallest of ways," fnaf lore.

* WHO GAVE THE DOG A KNIFE, AND WHERE CAN I MEET THEM!?

* So P3 has Dogday, P4 has Bobby, and P5 has Catnap...I am not bitter I am not in persona yet. You have no proof.

* (Refering to Phoenix Wright) WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE WERE IN COURT!?

* A man with a knife is just a surgeon with a 100% mortality fate.

* If I get my mind trapped in the VR, make sure to tell dad.

* I already know what you are thinking and you are correct, I did make the dive bell horribly wrong and I am totally fine. (As he tosses a rock in a random direction in rage)

* Kickin: I am just sitting here scared as all hell, meanwhile these two are sitting back like, "Yes, nothing new here."

Catnap: Welcome to your new home in Silent Hills! You get used to your neighbors.

Kickin: It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day with our neighbors.

Crafty and Kickin: Won't you be my, won't you be my...

Kickin: Won't you be, my murderer?

* I think we can all agree Cathulu is out of all of our leagues.

* O que você vai fazer!? Me esfaquear!?

* I will be fine-FODA-ME, ISSO É UM TELEFONE!...(Covers face)...I got scared by a phone...

* Have a good night everyone, I am going to become dinner!

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters poppy playtime #kickinchicken #poppy worldwide #smiling critters arg #au

[lenaariewrld]

C.05 — the concert thing (w)

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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You and Ganyu stand on the sidewalk as Cyno parks his car and pays for the spot –estimating the amount of time the three of you will be there– while the both of you lean against each other casually. You had snatched one of Cyno’s jackets before leaving the house and now used it to cover you and Ganyu, your arms snaked around her shoulders and your chin on her hair. The air outside was slightly chilly with the wind, but still warm from the summer heat. At least it wasn’t balmy and humid anymore. For that, you were grateful. The pleasant moments ends when Cyno joins the two of you, looping one of his arms each with you and leading the way to the bar.

A small line was already forming when the three of you walked closer, full of excited young adults ready to have a memorable night or anxiously waiting to see Childe and his band perform. You recognize a few of the people in the line, waving to classmates or to people who greet you with an excitable call of your name. This bar was pretty popular for university students, so you aren’t surprised that people who also know about your show are here. You’re just surprised about the overlap between yours and Childe’s audience. As Cyno skirts his way to the front, you overhear a couple conversations. You don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes when you hear a couple girls whispering about him and how attractive they find him.

It was annoying, but you knew the man had charm. That you couldn’t necessarily deny.

It just didn’t work on you.

With a flash of Cyno’s student ID and the newspaper’s lanyard he wore, all three of you get accepted into the bar. Immediately, you and Ganyu beeline it to find an empty table far enough away from the stage to avoid anyone from that group recognizing your presence. Cyno goes to get drinks, meanwhile. The first thing you noticed upon setting your bag down and tucking your friend’s jacket over your legs was the atmosphere. The bar was crowded, expected for a Friday night. 

The lights are dimmed enough to add a sense of intimacy between people’s conversations and to provide contrast to the bright stage lights that have been set up on the far end of the bar, directly opposite from the bar where some very worn-looking bartenders dash left and right to make a million drinks. You pity them, hoping they get tipped well enough to deal with this particular chaos.

A couple minutes pass before Cyno returns, three drinks delicately balanced in his hands. A virgin drink for Ganyu, and two colorful (and probably very boozy) cocktails for the two of you. You clink your glass with him. “So, what all do you need for this paper?” You ask, willing to help where you can since you had nothing better to do. Even if you were dragged here.

“A couple pictures of the performance, some comments from the band members, and maybe a video to replay while I’m writing later so I don’t leave out any details.” The white-haired man tells you, counting off on his fingers. You sip from the little bendy straw in your glass, humming thoughtfully. “I was hoping I could catch Thoma afterwards and get something from him since he’s the only one I know–”

“And can tolerate?” You finish with a cheeky grin. Cyno nods, a smile pulling at his lips as well. You chuckle and lean your elbows on the table. “Me and Ganyu can record the set if you want to focus on everything else,” You offer.

Ganyu reaches over and gently takes the strawberry set on the rim of your glass. “We have a pretty good spot to watch, so if we record it, you definitely won’t miss anything,” She adds, matter-of-factly before eating the red fruit. You nod along, sliding the toothpick of fruits from Cyno’s drink her way as well.

“Thanks, guys,” He smiles, appreciative of your combined efforts to make this night go as quickly as possible. He turns his head as the lights on stage brighten. “They’re starting. I’m gonna go find a good vantage spot,” With that, your friend dismisses himself and disappears in the crowd as Childe and his bandmates shuffle onto stage. They’re loud and over the top, but they draw everyone in as they find their spots and introduce themselves. Admittedly, they even draw your attention in.

“Thank you all for coming to see us! And for those who didn’t, but may be interested; we are Vapriize,” Childe says into the mic, his hands adjusting his grip on the bass in his hands. The lead singer, a short little blue-haired guy named Scara, clears his throat and begins speaking next but you stopped paying attention by that point. Soon enough, they start to play and the music fills the bar.

You listen as Ganyu sets up her phone and begins recording, making sure to hold it high enough to see the entire stage of people’s heads. Oddly enough, as you listen, you find yourself enjoying the songs as the set progresses. It’s not the typical kind of grungy “I fuck girls and I know I’m hot” kind of music you expected.

Though it is a pop-rock type of instrumental, the lyrics imply a heavy heartbreak, with the lead singer passionately pleading whoever the song is about to give any crumb of attention, even if its just listening to the song, rather than leaving point blank. It was a raw desperation you knew well, something that resonated in your chest. The next couple songs are similar, lamenting how though the past relationship is over, the lead singer still finds pieces of her in every aspect of his life. Or about how apparent he’s made her effect on him and now without her absence it’s like he’s transparent. It sits uncomfortably in your gut, the way you relate to the songs, making your stomach sink further to your feet.

You down your drink and dismiss yourself to get another one, tapping Ganyu’s shoulder to alert her you’ll be right back. More music plays. You find yourself humming along once you sit down again, your well-manicured nails tapping on your cocktail glass, your chin propped on your hand, and your body swaying slightly to the music. At some point, Ganyu finds your hand and laces your fingers together, keeping the both of you grounded through the haze of the bar. During a quiet moment, she leans over to check on you.

“Are you enjoying this even a little bit?” She asks, raising her brows just slightly, a tiny wrinkle in between them. You smile and reach out to smooth it away.

“Maybe a little bit, but it’s hard not to be with you guys around,” You admit with a shrug. Cyno briefly shows up to your table once the set ends nearly an hour later, dropping off his camera and notepad.

“Gotta piss,” Is his only explanation before he darts off to the bathrooms. You laugh. Reaching over, you slide his possessions closer to you, taking care not to spill anything on the paper of your friend’s notepad. You glance over what he’s written so far, but you’re stumped by the chaos of his notes and the jumbled lines on the paper. It looks like nonsense, but you know Cyno’s process is one that works. You’ve read his completed works in the newspaper everytime a new issue comes out.

You tense as an all-too-familiar voice greets you. “Well, I didn’t expect to see you here… and dressed so pretty.” Childe slides into the third unoccupied seat at the little table, his chin propping onto his hand in a mirror of your position. You frown, crossing your arms instead. “Is it for me?” He continues, cocking his head to the side and raises his brow, his eyes darting over you. You make a gagging noise and dramatically turn away to cover your mouth.

“No it’s not. It’s for myself,” Your voice is cold as you speak to him, your glare biting. You refuse to break eye contact or back down. You were never one to be intimidated, and much less one to be so easily swooned by cheap words and bad pick-up lines. It helped when you also despised the person they came from. And you hate Childe. You hate his stupid smug face, and his perfectly tousled hair with the little blonde streak in the front. You hate the mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes, or the creases at the corners when he smiles. And you hate the way his voice purrs your name, slipping from his tongue like honey while he sidles ever so closer to your body.

“Mm, why are you here, Y/n?” He asks, watching the way you chug your second drink of the night, avoiding any chance to continue the conversation. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me?” His voice is teasing, irritatingly so, but it’s also… softer. You notice his eyes darting around your face, some look in his eyes that for once isn’t mischief or malice. But one you definitely can’t place. You also notice he’s not looking over the rest of your body anymore, caring less about the revealing cut of your dress than the way your expression morphs.

He noticed you frowned less deeply when you were tipsy, your cheeks flushed all pink and your eyes blinking slowly. You looked more like an angry cat than anything. You looked… cute.

When you clear your throat, you notice Childe seem to break out of whatever trance he was in, his shoulders squaring a little more. “My friend needs to be here for his newspaper and I’m offering moral support.”

“Newspaper? Are they writing something about us?~” He hums.

“It’s not like it’s by choice. Your band is about as interesting to see as a flea circus,” You retort, chuckling into your cocktail as you take another dangerous gulp. The liquor burns your throat but it soothes the urge to gag whenever Tartaglia so much as opens his mouth.

“We’re plenty interesting,” Childe pretends to pout dramatically, tilting his head to the side like a wounded puppy. You’d find it charming how easily he could switch if it weren’t for the fact he used this ability to get on every single one of your nerves. “I saw you enjoying yourself for a few of our songs, even you little boytoy was bopping around,” He casts a glance around the bar.

“He’s not my boytoy,” You scoff, “Just because I have a friend who’s a guy doesn’t mean either of us wants to sleep together. Some of us are capable of viewing women as people, unlike you,” You spit the words as you turn your head away, hoping and praying Cyno finds you again so you can shoo Childe off for good.

“I can see plenty of women as people. Just not demons like you,” He laughs as if sharing a funny joke.

“Shut up, you ass,” You huff, moving to get up. Your cocktail no longer does the trick of helping you forget who you’re talking to or why it was so irritating to be around him. Childe moves to grab your wrist.

“Hey, hey, I’m not trying to hurt your feelings–”

“You have no effect on my feelings, Tartaglia,” You spit, teeth bared. “Let me go. I’m tired of talking to an un-empathetic loser,”

“You don’t have to be a bitch, you were the one who made the first joke,” Childe retorts, but he does as you say and lets go of your wrist, but now you were getting annoyed, your hands on your hips as you scoff yet again. His audacity was really something to behold.

“You’re the asshole who tried to force a conversation with me, don’t act like a saint,”

“I’m being friendly, Y/n,” He defends. You throw your hands up, exasperated at the excuse he doesn’t entirely seem to believe either. He’s stood up just like you are at this point, the both of you sizing each other up despite the fact that he easily clears you in height and strength.

“You’re being a fuckboy,” You seethe through gritted teeth, your eyes narrowed. Ganyu grabs bother bag and Cyno’s stuff from the chairs, urging you to evacuate the situation though you don’t entirely hear her, too focused on the annoying ginger right in front of you.

“Fuck you, Y/n,”

“Fuck you, too,” You declare, snatching your things off the table and taking Ganyu’s hand. “Let’s go,” You tell her and storm off without another word to the man. You’re still fuming as every second passes, carving your way through the crowd of people and towards the exit. You can find Cyno later, or even send him a text about where you are. For now, you just needed to get out of there.

You hated that you were worked up. But even worse, you hated that you felt a pang of disappointment in your chest, the conversation between you and Tartaglia having felt pretty naturally before you both exploded. God, that fact alone only made you more angry.

As soon as the fresh night air hits your face, you slow down and turn to Ganyu. “I’m sorry for… that,” You tell her, guilt evident on your face. She squeezes your hand.

“It’s not your fault, he came out of nowhere,” She assures, the both of you walking down the sidewalk to a less populated spot right outside the bar. You lean against the gritty brick and dig around in your purse for your lighter and pack, handing Ganyu your phone so she can text Cyno about where the two of you are.

After retrieving and lighting your cigarette, you place everything neatly back in your bag, inhaling deeply through the stick of nicotine. You manage to get a few drags in before the door to the bar bursts open, Cyno emerging with a tall, relaxed blonde following behind him. You recognize Thoma from the couple of time you had visited the newspaper staff a couple years ago, back when you had been trying out different things for your major. He looked better now. Well-built, more sure of himself. He waves to you and Ganyu as the two men approach, forming a loose group circle.

“How are you? What happened?” Cyno asked, eyeing the cigarette between your pointer and middle finger. You hold it out for him to take, letting him take a drag while you explained how Childe had come up to you and Ganyu and the conversation that had happened. “Dick,” Cyno mutters around the cig, blowing the smoke away from any of your faces before handing it back to you. “Sorry, I know he’s sorta your friend,” He then apologises to Thoma.

“Oh, I know he can be an ass, though,” Thoma waves his hand dismissively, chuckling as he shoves his hands in his pockets. You chuckle, giving him a nod of respect.

You, Cyno, and Ganyu all catch up with Thoma as you relax again and finish your little vice. The conversation remains light-hearted and easy, none of you daring to breach any uncomfortable topics while the night was so nice and peaceful. The buzzing of bugs in your ears and the fuzzy feeling of the nicotine and liquor in your system helping to calm you down. By the time you all call it a night, you feel less shitty.

“Goodnight, take care of yourself,” You say as you hug Thoma, squeezing him tight. He hugs you back, echoing a similar sentiment before you both part. The others give their own goodbyes and your two groups split off. Cyno leads you and Ganyu back to his car, taking back his things from the blue-haired woman with a grateful hum before climbing in and driving you all home.

You’re not sure what to make of this night but one thing is certain. You definitely, certainly, without a doubt, hate Childe. And co-hosting with him was going to be hell.

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A/Ns: we getting into it!! i looooove writing banter (and getting to see the enemies are maybe-not-so-enemy's)!! as always, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated in any form, and don't forget to get rest and take care of yourself <33

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[heyitslapis]

I don't have time for people who don't have time for me

I don't have time for people who don't have time for me

I don't have time for people who don't have time for me

#yes yes i know adult life leaves little room for spending time with people who you care about & even if we have time we're burnt out #but my whole adult life has been white-knuckled clinging to relationships or people that barely if ever send that energy back #as soon as theyre onto the next person that will entertain them. as soon as theyve found something to fill the time that i usually take up #as soon as theyve gotten all they wanted from me emotionally. as soon as its inconvient to see me. almost as soon as theyre bored #then suddenly its me waiting for a text. waiting for a day to hang out. hearing over and over again that yet another thing is more importan #than me. and i get it. life happens. schools important. work is important. rest is important. but at the point im at in my life #im looking for people who actually make an effort not just give months and months of excuses as to why they suddenly cant hang out #im a pushover. im easy-going. im a very understanding person. i get it bc theres also very few days per week that im free to socialize #but i cant keep letting myself act subservient to everyone else in my life. i always put my friends & potential friends so high on pedestal #i treat them & their time as precious. now i refuse to let someone do anything but the same for me. my time/energy/love is just as precious #i dont deserve only a text when you need something from me or just to act as a treat to tide me over until the next transgression #and i certainly am NOT going to be the person that you can stand-up and then expect to still answer your text. not anymore. #in prioritizing my mental health lately ive realized that this pattern HAS TO STOP. i cant allow myself to continue the same harmful cycles #i deserve better. i need better. i WANT BETTER #emma vents #vent tag #healing tag

[lavender-femme]

someday i won’t have to cry myself to sleep. someday i’ll feel warm and loved and wanted and i’ll be wrapped up safely in my beloved’s arms and there won’t be anything worth worrying over. someday i’ll be loved. someday i’ll be seen.

#just not today I guess #god I’m tired and I’m sad and annoyed and idk I just wish holidays didn’t give me this awful melancholy mood #i miss magic… any level of it #but most of all I miss connection and having people to spend the day with #I’m working (in 5.5 hours 🙄) because it’s giving me something to do #otherwise what is there? #i’m no longer welcome at the place I used to spend the holidays #thanks to a former best friend who fucking ruined that four years ago now #this year I thought I’d be building my own new traditions with [redacted] in New Jersey #but here I am #working because I can’t stand to not do SOMETHING #guess I’ll take myself to a movie or something #maybe just embrace it all and sleep until evening when I get to finally see my friends #(sibling of that former best friend… bc again. not welcome there so we have to wait) #idk y’all #I’m just feeling incredibly unloved today #unloved unwanted etc etc #and I fucking hate it #also if you’ve gotten this far please just send love #and know I appreciate you so much #I’m talking #broken petals

[welcometoteyvat]

co-op is crazy bc in the same co op session you can immediately click with someone and then find out the other rando who joined might be a racist

#i let everyone into my place unless i didn't click fast enough so ... #the experiences have been a) met one (1) whale who like has c3 or above of multiple characters #limited characters** forgot to specify lol #b) met multiple kids who are Way Younger than i expected.... yikes pls go touch grass dont play the gacha #c) met people who i like really vibe with and talk to semi regularly #d) this fuckass dickwad #tfw you pretend you're a race you're not to two poc over co op #there are cool people over co op though. most of the time <3 #most people just come and get mats too so its like whatever. happy 2 help your farming sessions though #there are also people who just stand there and wait for me to do something like 😭 i dont got the time either you talk to me rn or you #start doing things instead of just standing there. if neither of these happen im kicking you srry #there was one person wayyyy back who led me all the way to chinju forest and then played ayaka's theme to me though it was soooo cute #shoutout to anyone who bothers to learn genshin songs on the lyre and then play them yall are real ones #also did not know that so many cis males played genshin until they came to my world lol (and i met them irl but thats another thing) #problem is that some of them are like 14 and say gan.yu is their waifu ???? 😭😭😭 like bro idk how to react to that 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #ok this is getting a little too tmi but whatever #maybe ill delete it but conclusion coop is Wild

[brucewaynes]

the people at work are weird. like one will proudly say they're a snitch and they'll tell on you bc you're not doing your job supposedly even though i know they're talking about us apprentices. but. its hard??? working full time and studying full time???? i'm gonna use my time wisely and if it's slow at work you better believe i'm gonna use that time to study and so have the other apprentices lol and the majority of techs were literally apprentices before becoming techs so they know the struggle and are okay with us studying....

#this is also the one who snitch that people with standing by the clock waiting for clock out #but first of all our shifts ends at 11pm #you start cleaning around 10:55pm #no one is paying me overtime. our supervisor made that perfectly clear #just bc you were an apprentice before #and now are a tech #doesn't mean we want to follow in your footsteps god thatd be depressing #and like for the most part... i like them lol #they're good to work with bc they let you be super hands on #while other techs dont really trust apprentices with certain things #which i get. we dont have the education yet #however theyll will let you work with the instruments #and since doing night shifts ive done sooooo much more then when i worked in evenings #and yeah they give me a list of things to do even tho its not approved by the supervisor #it's still nice to learn something new each night #esp if i become a tech im gonna be doing those things anyways #idk where this was going.. #im trying to make a pros and cons list #to decide if i should stay in nights or go back to evenings.... #AAAAAAAHHHHHH

[deus-ex-mona]

i think that about covers the ✨entire population✨

#this started off as a complaint about inconsiderate commuters and my strange coworkers… and somehow ended with my grandparents lmao #idk why but my coworkers seem to really like physical contact for some reason?? i’m not used to it at all man… #like there could be a ton of space behind me but this coworker would walk directly up behind me and pat my back or something? lady pls #or i could be looking at my results and my other coworker would just randomly hug me and i??? lady pls???? i’m so confused #and the thing is… i really really hate being touched by any other person (except my mother. she’s fine) so i’m just (ʘ‿ʘ) throughout it all #and speaking of physical contact… those commuters. man. ಠ‿ಠ #who brings their prams out at like 7.25am anyway? it’s early as balls and the kid’s still asleep 80% of the time anyway #pls take your kids out on a family trip later in the day… yk… when people aren’t trying to squeeze onto the train to get to work??? #and they almost always choose to stand right smack in the middle of the train… right in front of the door to boot. at least move in???? #and sometimes (the worst times) the kids are obviously old enough to walk around (and are in fact running around the train at that moment)… #…but the parent keeps the pram unfolded in all its oversized glory anyway. like whyyyyyyyyy #so now not only do commuters have to squeeze together because of a lack of space… #…they now have to shuffle around to avoid bumping into the kid. like ughhhhhhhhhhhh i hate trains sm #and also! those people who purposely stand on the side of the escalator that people walk up on and refuse to walk???? hate them too #i’ve missed so many trains because of them ಠ‿ಠ especially if they stop moving right at the end of the escalator (ʘ‿ʘ) #screw trains fr >:( buses are much better!! the air conditioning is better on buses too!!!!!! #life was much better in quarantine ngl. i could shut myself out from the outside world and just ✨thrive✨ in peace… #those overly-specific things in the dni list are all based on my family members and former acquaintances lmao #shoutout to my chopper-wielding border hopping grandpa and self-hammering grandma!!! i barely knew you guys!!!! #wait come to think of it… i have never really had a single conversation with any of my grandparents. whoops. #i don’t even know their names either… double whooooooops #and so that marks the end of my pointless rant for now. i could’ve just summed this up as ‘dni if you’re human’ tbh #i’ve even done like quite a few of these things on my own list do… dni: me??? (ʘ‿ʘ) if only that was possible aha… #…well i didn’t cry while watching dear layla. lol. that’s the one thing i can definitively say i didn’t and will never do— #inedible blubbering #sunday’s 🧂saltfest🧂