#anyways. i should probably go do the job i get paid to do huh?

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕠: Notice [TEASER]

Jungkook knows the effect he has on people. So why won't you look at him the same?

Main Tags/Warnings: Model!Jungkook, Actor!Jungkook, Stylist!Reader, strangers/enemies to lovers, mentions of toxic beauty standards

Length: ???

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You shrug. "He looks the same in every photo to me." You tell Haru, who looks at you a bit lost.

He sighs as he clicks through the photos himself, unsure. You know he knows you're right- but at the end of the day, people like those sultry eyes and that cocky expression that man makes in every picture. You're not sure what exactly makes it so appealing- but you're just here to make him look as good as possible. And his hair looks perfect in almost every shot- so that's good enough for you.

That's your job. Nothing more, nothing less.

"It's his signature look." Haru tries to justify, his soft voice unsure, however, as if he needs to tell it mostly to himself to be convinced of it. He's never been a fan of shootings like these- he's good at them, sure, but he doesn't enjoy shooting those pictures. He's too soft to say it, but you know he finds them boring and uninteresting. It's basics, nothing exciting, nothing new. But he's being paid for this- so he doesn't complain.

That's his job- nothing more, nothing less.

"Well, then his signature look is boring." You say, leaning back against the table behind you, sipping your can of sugary caffeinated soda- the energy drink by now the only thing keeping you somewhat concentrated. Hopefully Jungkook stops complaining so much so you can all go home soon- he's got the whole week anyways, so why is he so whiny?

Brat. It's only the first day and he's already getting on your nerves- acting like someone pissed in his breakfast, rolling his eyes and staring people down just for the fun of it. And women actually fuck that guy?

He probably does it in front of a mirror just to watch himself.

"Boring, huh." Jungkook's voice chimes up, and you spot him walking closer, now wearing a new set of clothes. The leather pants look awfully tight, especially in his private region- that can't be comfortable, can it?

You frown at him. He got his hair all chaotic again- but it's fine. It fits the theme. You won't retouch it for now.

"She didn't mean it like that-" Haru instantly tries to defend you, the young man intimidated by the model as always. You wonder how he can even operate the camera when he constantly shies away from him so much. Maybe when he looks at him through the lens he can detach the person from the picture? It would make sense. After all, you do the same.

You don't see Jungkook. You see Jeon Jungkook, brand ambassador and model- and it should stay that way.

"I did." You disagree with him, however, before you look back at Jungkook. You don't need to be protected- not for your own opinion. It doesn't have any weight anyway, you doubt that someone like you can hurt this man's ego either. It's at least as big as himself, if not taller, which is a lot, considering that he towers over you despite not even reaching the standard 1.80m height usually desired. Then again, there's quite a few things you could count as not being the standard of beauty. But he makes up for it in confidence- even if he seems to have a little too much of it for your taste. "I did mean it like that."

"What am I supposed to do instead then?" Jungkook challenges, crossing his arms next to you.

The hell were you supposed to tell him? You're neither a model, nor very fashionable. He should ask Lea about that, not you. He's trying to argue for no good reason, and that attitude is starting to piss you off.

"Nothing. It's good like that." You shrug, keeping your cool for now at least visually.

"You said it's boring." He bites back almost immediately. Your distaste grows.

"I did, because to me, it is." You respond calmly. Is he trying to pick a fight with you right now? He really is acting like a child beneath all that fake politeness and forced friendly tone he puts on. "But that's my personal opinion. I'm sure people will like those pictures despite that." You explain.

He's opening his mouth to say something, before he moves when the director claps, and tells everyone to get back to their respective spots-

He plays around with his piercings, and gives you that odd look that you can't distinguish from hatred or being offended.

Unbeknownst to you, he's been trying to figure you out for the entire shoot- wondering what you're really like. Do you like softer guys like Haru more? You seem to have some edge to you, if the glimpse of your bellybutton piercing and the few lines of a tattoo poking out the waistband of your pants would be anything to go by. Maybe you're just someone who likes to be in charge.

He can't offer that, at least not sexually.

Jungkook sitting in front of the camera once more, woth the same signature look, because that is his job.

Nothing more, nothing less.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook fanfic

[mrwolfhare]

Kind of a Drawtober thing

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26. Bounty

“Now what are you, little guy?”

“Someone who doesn’t like being spoken to like that.”

“Sorry little guy, what should I call you?”

“Rocket.”

“Okay, what are you, Rocket?”

“What?”

“I need to know what species you are before I’m allowed to serve you anything. My boss don’t want me killing our clientele, so I need to know what’s poisonous to you first.”

“Oh, I’m not looking for anything to eat. Or drink.”

“Fair enough. What’s a shivering little Rocket doing in a bar this early then?”

“I heard from an inmate... I mean from a friend, that this is where I need to go for bounty hunting?”

“What luck, you heard correct. Yes, welcome to Tracker’s Den. I’m not Tracker though, that’s my mom’s boyfriend, he lets me work here to earn some cash on the side.”

“Okay? Look, I just need to know how this bounty hunting thing works. Could you go through it for me?”

“Sure thing, Rocket. But before we get into the nitty and the gritty of hunting down people, I just need to know if you’re maybe cold, because you keep shivering, and stop me if I’m assuming anything about your species, but most mammalian people on Contraxia usually wear something to stay warm.”

“Why you askin', you got something for me to wear?”

“Funny you would ask, I might have something. Lots of people get stupid drunk here and forget their stuff here, and never comes back to pick it up again. Here, have a look through the box.”

“Okay, thanks. There, happy now?”

“Good choice, the stripes compliment your tail stripes, plus you look like a little wizard.”

“Yeah, fine, now about the bounty hunting thing.”

“Certainly, so, people come in here, they sign the register, and then pick a bounty to hunt.”

“Wait, you gotta register?”

“Not to worry, it’s all private, you can even use a pseudonym, it’s just to make sure two people don’t go after the same bounty.”

“Huh, okay, how do you get paid then?”

“You just contact the client that put up the bounty. Payment happens on delivery.”

“Yeah about that, is it like actual payment stuff in hand, or do I need an account at a bank?”

“That depends on the client. Most just do the account payments.”

“And what if I don’t have one of those?”

“No worries, you can just sign up for a account.”

“Yeah, I tried doing that at the Contraxia Bank, but I got.. removed.”

“Oh, yeah, Contraxia Nexus people aren’t that great. Laid off a lot of people to replace them with reprogrammed pleasure bots. Personally I don’t see the attraction of pleasure bots, but I think that’s a species thing. Or it’s a personal thing. Frankly I’m just hoping to maybe find someone special.”

“Can we get back on point?”

“Oh, right, so I got an account with the bank of A'askavaria, apparently nobody has ever even robbed them. They got a nice referral system going on, so I can just refer you, and then they set up an account for you, how’s that sound?”

“Great, thanks, how do we do it?”

“I’ll go grab my com-pad and start setting it up for you, you can go ahead and start looking through the bounty board. Do you have a com-pad?”

“Not anymore, mine got confiscated.”

“You know I think we got an old spare one around here. I shouldn’t really be giving out free stuff like this, my boss will end up firing me, but I really don’t care that much about this job. You know I’m not even from Contraxia, moved here when Asgard made sure there was peace on our planet, but I’m from a sort of a warrior type of people, you know.”

“Uh-huh, I sign here?”

“Yeah, and then the next page. So now I was thinking about this kind of itch my people get when we want to fight, and my mom’s got her own fight club around here, maybe I should go and find a place that’s got a lot of fighting. Where you from anyway?”

“No-where. I just submit then?”

“Yeah, just make sure you fill in the necessary places. I think I heard of that place. Big head, right?”

“What? No, I mean, I came here from Sakaar.”

“Oh right, I met people from there, none of them seemed happy.”

“Yeah, probably because they’re ruled by a dictator asshat that’s an absolute idiot. Okay, everything is submitted.”

“Great, there’s all the info you need to get paid. Now when you say dictator… those tend to cause rebellions, don’t they?”

“Probably, I don’t know.”

“I think I need to quit and head over to Sakaar.”

“That’s great, so I just select a bounty on that board there?”

“Yup, but you can also just log on to the Hunter Network on your com-pad. I wonder if I should make revolution pamphlets.”

______

Years later over at New Asgard on Earth, after Rocket, Bannerhulk and Thor left to undo the Thanos snap...

"Hey, Miek, I was sort of playing the game, and my attention was mostly on it, but there was like a small furry guy in here, right?"

*clicklick*

"Right right, I was actually afraid I was imagining him when I noticed him, and was too worried to say something, but I think I know that guy. Although when I last saw him, he was a wizard."

*clicklick*

"Nah man, I don't touch the stuff anymore, makes me too paranoid."

#Rocket Raccoon #Kronan #Korg #Drawtober

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 13: Budding Spring - Episode 10: Forced into the starting gate

Itaru: (I should start getting ready to leave… Oh, right.)

Itaru: (Now that I have a rough idea of our performance schedule, I should apply for paid leave.)

Boss: Chigasaki-kun, can I borrow you for 15 minutes?

Itaru: — — Yes.

-

Boss: I believe this is everyone.

Itaru: (Everyone being me and a couple of my colleagues and… They’re only guys I don’t mesh with, huh.)

Boss: The reason I called you all here is to discuss whether you would be interested in participating in an urban development project that the company is currently promoting.

Boss: I may be asking you to participate, but the project is already in its final stages. What I would like from you is to provide support.

Itaru: (A large scale urban development project overseas? It’s the development of a theater facility that will become the center of arts and culture and its surroundings.) 

Itaru: (I looked over the synopsis because it seemed interesting that it’s got to do with theater.)

Boss: Participation is not mandatory, of course, as this will run parallel with your current work.

Boss: That being said… There is a reason you were chosen.

Boss: As individuals who are considered the future of this company, I would like you to become core members of the next project.

Itaru: (Eight horses have entered the gate for the promotion race. The most popular one is Outgoing Ghost Monster, the one attracting attention is Rich AF Parents.)

Colleague A: I will do my best to meet your expectations.

Colleague B: I’ve been interested in this project for a long time, I would be honored to participate!

Itaru: (The gate has opened, and all horses have started running at the same time.)

Colleague C: Considering the progress of the work I am in charge of, I should be able to participate as well.

Itaru: I apologize… Could I ask for some time to think about this?

Itaru: (I would’ve probably participated if it wasn’t for this timing…)

Itaru: (Honestly, my head is filled with the theater company and the Fleur Award, I can’t fit anything new in there.)

Boss: … Ah, you also have your theater company to think about, Chigasaki-kun. Please make sure to consider your schedule.

Boss: Because this project’s theme has to do with the arts, the team members asked for you to be included as well.

Colleague A: …

Itaru: I’m grateful.

Boss: I will set up another opportunity to explain the training’s content and to introduce the team’s members, I’d appreciate your participation.

Itaru: Thank you very much.

[Door clicking]

Itaru: …

Colleague B: He can’t just think about it and then refuse.

Colleague C: Must be nice to be in a position where you can survive even if you quit your job.

Colleague A: It’s a popular theater company, and since they’re so well-know it’s probably hard for our company to deal with too.

Itaru: …

Itaru: (At least talk about this somewhere I can’t hear you.)

-

Chikage: I’m really sorry, I’ve got my hands full at the moment.

Employee A: Is that so? I apologize for springing this on you so suddenly.

Chikage: Feel free to let me know any time I can be of help.

Chikage: …

Itaru: Should we go somewhere good, Senpai?

Chikage: … I don’t even want to guess what that is, but let’s hear it.

Itaru: What’s that supposed to mean?

Chikage: *sigh* You don’t give me much of a choice. I’ll keep you some company.

-

[Punching sfx]

Itaru: Delivering a crit and then a hook combo, aaaand KO! Ah, this really is the best way to go at it.

Chikage: You’re not hiding your true feelings at all.

Itaru: *siiigh* I really hate this. Only those who want to participate in the race for career advancement should enter the gates.

Itaru: And anyway, you should just quit if you don’t wanna do it. Directing that hatred towards me is just wrong.

Itaru: Being a level between a noob and a mid-ranker is so lame. You don’t have as many rights as a mid-ranker does.

Chikage: Not that there are a lot of middle level players around.

Itaru: I understand that the company has high expectations for the “elite Chigasaki-san”. That’s why they hired me after I graduated and diligently raised me like cattle.

Itaru: I make use of my physical appearance and do everything half-heartedly, but I can understand how desperate my colleagues are to advance their careers.

Itaru: From their perspective, someone who has several irons in the fire and talks flippantly is probably really annoying.

Itaru: And a triple combo finisher— But still, I’m trying to figure out where I stand, so I wish they’d let me be.

Itaru: Must be nice for you, Senpai, you travel overseas and advance your career in a non-complicated way.

Itaru: The criticism you receive probably isn’t that harsh, either.

Itaru: Me on the other hand, I’m stuck being the “capable guy” who does decent local work.

Itaru: At the end of the day, I’m just a handyman.

Itaru: Even if I’m treated favorably, it’s not like I’m being lax with my work. I may not be motivated, but I want to believe I’m doing everything I’m supposed to.

Chikage: Neither your mouth nor your hands seem to be letting up.

Itaru: I wonder what I should be aiming for to begin with.

Itaru: Should I become a corporate slave like you, and aim for a high place where no one will complain about me, or should I reach a position that will scream “Itaru Chigasaki”?

Chikage: Sounds like a conversation you should be having with your father. (1)

Chikage: Shouldn’t you think about what you want to do first?

Itaru: What I’m aiming for… Well, I guess I want to maintain the status quo, so I won’t get criticized as often. No. I want to retire as early as possible with passive income…?

Chikage: Stop spending in gacha and start investing.

Itaru: That’s asking for too much.

Itaru: … I chose this job because of its benefits, and got it out of luck, I’m not really looking to advance my career.

Itaru: Our theater company is somehow made up of people who mostly engage in two trades at the same time, but they all have a dream and enjoy what they do.

Itaru: Compared to them, my job is just a source of income. Sometimes, I feel like I don’t have much to give back to the theater company.

Itaru: Even though right now is an important time for the Spring Troupe, I’ve found myself caught up in the promotion horse race with my coworkers talking behind my back.

Chikage: In your case, your hobby is more useful to the theater company.

Itaru: ^ This. Honestly, I keep wondering whether I’ve got any reason to keep working as a salaryman, but I don’t have the courage or confidence to focus solely on acting.

Itaru: I wanna have some sort of insurance, so to speak.

Itaru: *sigh*~ To think I’d have such student-like worries at my big age… Do you never think about such things, Senpai?

Chikage: Well… My job’s got various merits, you know.

Itaru: Various merits?

Chikage: Various merits.

Itaru: I see? Looks like you won’t elaborate.

Chikage: No matter where you work, there are times you’ll be praised and times you’ll be criticized. And it’s not just you.

Chikage: It’s the same for me too, depending on who’s looking at me. I think I’m satisfied with having my theater activities praised.

Itaru: But if we’re actually nominated for the Fleur Award this time, it’ll be difficult to get the company to accommodate for you.

Chikage: The company evaluates your performance, after all. If you can’t contribute in improving the company’s image, you’ll be told to focus on your work.

Chikage: That being said, this doesn’t change the fact that we need to bring good results during our next performance.

Itaru: That’s true… Okay, Winner! *exhale*, I think a load’s off my shoulders.

Itaru: Oh, yeah. Weren’t you also asked to take care of something, Senpai?

Chikage: Ah… I was asked to accompany a client to an overseas meeting as their interpreter, but I declined because I don’t have the time for it.

Itaru: Guess cheaters have it hard too. Though there’s gotta be people who are jealous of the fact that you can go sightseeing as an interpreter.

Chikage: I mean, it’s not a country I really want to go to.

Itaru: But you understand its language.

Chikage: Guess so.

Itaru: Okay, we get it, you’re cheating.

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NOTES:

(1) the actual exchange here involves itaru making a joke with his name (『茅ヶ崎至』に至; "chigasaki itaru" ni itaru), and chikage replying with 'you've got both dad jokes and undodgeable attacks'. i had to entirely drop this and let it get lost in translation because i couldn't come up with a dad joke

(2) the literal translation for the episode title is 'forced gate-in', but because i wasn't sure this term is actually used in english, i decided to change it

#a3! #translation #a3! translation #itaru chigasaki #chikage utsuki #very uncertain whether i went the correct way through the horse racing terms... hope this is alright

[aeoki]

Seven Bridges - Epilogue 1

Location: Tanabata Stage Characters: Hitsugi

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A few hours later. Yumenosaki grounds (“Tanabata Fest” Venue 1). >

Hitsugi: SenpaiSenPAISENPAI!

You should wake up already! Tanabata Fest” is gonna be over~!

You spent all those hours preparing this, so it’d be a waste for it to end without you ever seeing the results!

Whaa!?

You gave me a fright by getting up so suddenly! I see you’re full of energy!

Huh? Oh, yes! You were sleeping like a baby, Anzu-senpai!

There’s a lot of noise from the music and the loud performance, but your eyes were sealed shut like a dead person’s…

So I was pretty worried.

It’s fine though. If, by chance, you did die, I think my big sister would resurrect you.

Huh? Oh, thanks for my help, you say? It looks like “Tanabata Fest” is a huge success!

Every stage is having a blast and it seems it’s trending? On social media and there’s mentions of the word “Tanabata Fest” all over the place or something like that!

I bet the internet’s gonna lag pretty badly. There’s something about the military on “Hallhands”– Wait, what is it again? There’s some sort of special thing going on so it’s probably fine! It’s all goods!

They’re using “Hallhands” to efficiently make sure everything’s okay, so it looks like things are going well without any issues.

It also seems they’re letting the bigwigs? Mediators? In the “Peace Party” handle the production for each of the seven stages.

But it looks like they weren’t just all talk! Who would’ve known the “Peace Party” people could actually have the skills for it too!

Personally, I’m against giving those people who tried to trap and crush you the credit, though, Anzu-senpai. I mean, anyone would get annoyed~ It’s so irritating.

Hm? It’s necessary to help them save face? In order to ensure there won’t be further harassment in the future?

Senpai, no~! They’ll just keep taking advantage of you if you get weak-kneed like that!

That’s what “Uncle” would say, anyway!

Hm? But that’s hard to do if you’re alone? You’ve got to put aside your preferences and work hand in hand with the “Peace Party” people, you say?

Yeah but… I just can’t accept it.

If I had the skills, I could’ve planned “Tanabata Fest” without relying on the “Peace Party”.

I’m sorry for being useless, Senpai.

Huh? I don’t have to apologise? You feel better just having me with you?

Yay~ I got a compliment! Was I useful to you, Anzu-senpai?

Ehehe, I wonder if I was able to do a little to repay you for saving me…♪

Hm? Oh, I’m just standing guard for you right now!

The “Peace Party” people get in a bad mood when I’m around, so maybe it’s not a good idea to walk around me.

It looks like there are rumours about me cheating my way into the school, so the ones who take their work seriously don’t like me.

Especially since the Peace Party is a gathering of “those sorts of people”.

Yeah. On the good side, they do their work properly because they’re serious about it, though. There are a lot of visitors but it looks like they’re doing a good job directing all the traffic.

Yes. The idols are getting from place to place in their designated buses smoothly and both the advertising and broadcasting are going well too. Probably.

Ehehe. I can’t really tell, so it’ll probably be better if you went and checked things out in person yourself, Anzu-senpai.

Hm? In the meantime, you’re happy because all the idols are having fun? Yeah~ Your hard work as a “producer” has paid off!

…Seven bridges that connect seven stages.

It sounds pretty romantic, huh. 

It’s a bird? That’s with Orihime and Hikoboshi who are separated by the Milky Way.

The birds come together to create a bridge and they can cross over the river!

Anzu-senpai, you made a bridge that connects people from different worlds, just like that bridge.

My sister left a note on my phone, but she says she’s happy too.

She said it’s because she and the other underground idols were given a chance to perform on lots of stages.

A lot of different idols were invited to perform at “Tanabata Fest”, so the fans must have also found it refreshing to see a lot of performers that they don’t usually get to see.

Yumenosaki and ES, the mainstream idols and the underground idols, male idols and female idols…

The cool types and the cute types, the pure types and the sexy types, the artistic types and the pop types…

Usually, those people who enjoy those genres enjoy it on their own in a closed-off space, but today, they too can cross the bridge and travel to another world.

And just like Orihime and Hikoboshi, maybe they’ll also come across something they can love from the bottom of their heart.

As for the people who say, “I don’t care about the other genres! My fave is the best!”, things will be fine as long as they stay in their preferred venue.

We just provided them with a bridge that connects the stages. It’s up to the visitors themselves whether they want to make the decision to cross that bridge.

I think that’s lovely. Um, I’m stupid so I can’t explain it properly, but it really feels like something a “producer” would do.

As expected of Anzu-senpai, the legendary “producer” of Yumenosaki. I want to be an awesome “producer” like you someday too.

Hm? Huh? Senpai, you don’t look happy. Sorry, you’ve just woken up and I’ve just been making so much noise! It must’ve been unpleasant because I was so loud, right!?

Huh? No? Anzu-senpai, you say you’ve failed as a “producer”?

Why do you think so? Were you listening to what I said?

Hmm~... Senpai, you couldn’t protect something that was important to an idol? If you had known, you could have prevented it, you say?

Regretting the past isn’t going to help anyone~ We can’t change what happened in the past, after all.

But I understand how you feel.

Hey, Senpai, I also…

Wait, nevermind. I don’t want to get you involved.

So, uhh, I’ll say what I’m able to say to cheer you up.

It looks like you’re feeling down because the cenotaph was something important to that Narukami person and it ultimately got destroyed.

But I think it would’ve been covered up by the darkness of history sooner or later. I wonder if you’ll understand if I put it that way.

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#seven bridges

[justplainwhump]

I'm thinking about Handler Tyler and his growing doubts about his job, and how that'd go if he confided in his colleagues.

(All of these are only hypothetical. For now.)

@for-the-love-of-nsfwhump tagging you because I figure you'd enjoy it.

Cw BBU and the power of WRU

Tyler: "Do you ever think that what we're doing here is wrong?"

-

Alex Nadler, client relations:

"Listen, there's no 'we'; you're the handlers. I never even touch one of these trainees." They grimace. "That would be gross. What you're doing is gross. Wrong? I don't know, I try not to think in these terms. But I mean. The clients paid for it. Someone has to do it. So you do your job, I do mine."

-

Senior Handler Alan Nguyen, supervisor romantic division:

"That's a thought you shouldn't have, and much less express. I think you should take a week off, go on vacation with all that money the company pays you, have a beer, get laid, and think more. If that thought festers, throw away your credit cards and take the next bus to another country. You know which ones. There's a list. Live abroad, probably in poverty, far from your friends and family, and always, always on the run." (He shrugs.) "If you decide to come back, I'll suggest you for a raise. But if you ever mention this notion to me ever again, I'll report you myself."

-

Handler Carly Thompson:

"Geez, someone fucked you with some moral agenda, huh? Hope it wasn't your trainee." She smirks. "I mean, not everyone is cut out for the job. I always thought you were a big softie. Would look better on the other side of this arrangement." She pushes a button to lock the door and tosses over a shock collar. "Here, puppy. You know the drill, don't ya?"

Taylor stares at her in shock, until she starts laughing.

"Just messing with ya, buddy. Shiiiiit, your face, it was adorable. Worth it." She ruffles his hair, and he doesn't even fight it. "Yeah. You take my shift tonight."

Of course, she's going to report him anyway.

#bbu #Angel's story #tyler parker #alan nguyen #Carly Thompson #Alex Nadler

[thmgau]

CHAPTER 21 - TAKING FLIGHT [wattpad link]

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“Nora. Nora, wake up.”

Something was shaking at Nora, rudely interrupting her awesome dream about applying to become a chair.

Opening her eyes & rubbing them, she could kind of see now: it was Sorrel awakening her.

“What do you want?” she yawned, stretching her arms. “There’s kids in our living room.” “Huh..? What are you-”

As she sat up in bed, Nora remembered what had happened the day before. She had let Spring & Storm stay at her apartment for the night. Nora guessed she had completely forgotten to tell Sorrel before she went to bed.

“Oh! You mean Spring & Storm?” Nora asked, shoving the blanket off of her. “I offered to let them stay the night here before we got their parents back together. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” “I thought you were a magical hero, not a marriage counselor.” “It's a long story.” “I’ve got time. Not like either of us have a job anyway.”

Hopping out of bed, Nora made her way to the kitchen as Sorrel followed. She made breakfast (pancakes!) while explaining yesterday’s events to them.

“So.. they’re like, gods or something?” “I guess so, yeah.” “& they want you to.. get their parents back together?” “Pretty much.” “I hope you’re gettin’ paid for this. Rent’s due soon, yea?” “Yea, but Cherry’s mom usually handles our rent for us.” “That’s.. nice of her.” “Yup. Not sure how much longer that’ll last, though.” Nora chuckled, flipping the last of the pancakes onto the plate. “Do you know if Spring & Storm are awake yet?” “When I walked in, they were fast asleep on the couch. Probably still are.” “Alright. You think you could carry a few of these plates for me?” “Sure.”

Nora & Sorrel each grabbed 2 plates each as they walked over to the couch, where Spring & Storm were. She had given them pillows & blankets to sleep with, along with some old clothes Nora had lying around for pajamas. She didn’t want them sleeping in jeans, after all. Spring was still asleep, but Nora could see Storm was waking up a bit.

“Hey, Storm.” “..g’mornin.” “I made breakfast,” Nora smiled, sitting the two plates of pancakes on the coffee table. “Thought you might be hungry.” “Oh, um.. thanks.”

Storm sat up & took one of the plates off of the coffee table. She grabbed the fork & cut off a small bite out of the pancake, eating it.

“Mm.. this is good.” “Thank you! I’m glad you like them so much!”

Taking another bite out of her pancakes, Storm took a glance at her sister, who was still sleeping soundly.

“Classic Spring. She always sleeps in at the Castle.” “I tend to sleep in a lot as well,” Nora chuckled, taking one of the plates from Sorrel’s hands & sitting down in the recliner. “I’ve missed a lot of classes this semester because of it.”

Sorrel, not wanting to attract the attention of Spring & Storm, went to go eat their pancakes in a separate room.

“Anyways..” Nora hummed. “We’re supposed to get your parents together again today, yea?” “Yup.” Storm nodded. “We’ll have to go up into space to go it. I suppose you haven’t been there yet, yea?” “Yea, no. We’ve never been to space. I’m not even sure how we’re supposed to get there.” “Well, you have the book. I’m sure there’s definitely something in there about it. I haven’t read most of it myself, but.. y’know.” “You haven’t read the book?” “No. Only Fate & Betty were allowed to read it before sending it down to Earth.” “Ah.. I see. Well, Kalani has the book, so I’ll have to text him about bringing it over here.”

Setting her pancakes aside, Nora took out her phone & sent a text to the group chat.

Nora: yo can u all meet up at my apartment Nora: bring the book while ur at it kalani

“There we go!” Nora grinned. “It’s only 8 AM, they should be waking up soon anyway.”

The moment the words fell out of Nora’s mouth, she spotted Spring waking up.

“Good morning!” she yawned, stretching her arms out. “Yo.” “Good morning, Spring! I’ve made breakfast if you’re hungry.” “Ooh,” Spring said, sitting up. “Those look good.” “They are.”

The next 5 to 10 minutes consisted of the girls eating their breakfast & waiting for the others to show up. As Nora finished her pancakes, there was a knock at her door. She got up & answered it, & lo & behold: it was the rest of the group.

“G’mornin, y’all!” Nora smiled as her friends entered her apartment. “Good morning!” “Yea, good morning. Do we have to do this at 8 in the morning?” “Hey, nobody said we were leaving right now.” “..fair.”

As everyone got settled in, Kalani set the book down on the coffee table.

“One magical book, as per your request, madam.” Kalani said, winking at Nora. “It’s an absolute pleasure,” Nora said, opening the book up. “Now let’s see.. what page are we supposed to go to?” “I dunno. Just flip around until you find something relevant.” “Alrighty.”

Nora flipped through some of the pages until she landed on a page titled “Flight”.

“This seems on-topic, I think.” Juniper hummed. “Yea, let’s see what this says..” Nora said, leaning in to read what was written. “‘As heroes, you will need a way to get around quickly without hassle. This is why we have granted you with the power of flight.’” “Ok, first of all, that’s sick as hell. Second of all, since when was flight considered not a hassle?” “Flying would definitely help us get to class faster..” “‘In order to fly, you will need to enter Hero Mode-’ Of course. ‘-& simply lift yourself up into the air.’” “Sounds easy enough. Let’s try it.”

Pulling on their necklaces, the group transformed into Hero Mode.

“This’ll be fun to watch.” Storm chuckled.

“Alrighty!” Leslie grinned. “It says we just have to lift ourselves off of the ground, right?” “Yup. That’s what it says.” “So we’re supposed to jump?” “Maybe? Are we allowed to jump in here?” “I don’t think anyone lives below me. I’m sure it’s fine.”

Kalani jumped up. She landed right back onto the ground.

“It didn’t work.” “Maybe I should have kept that pull-up bar my dad gave me when I was 9. That would be pretty helpful right about now.” “Have you tried double-jumping?” “Double-jumping isn’t real.” “Yea, you’d be the one to know double-jumping isn’t real, wouldn’t you, Cherry?” “Oh, whatever. It wasn’t that bad.” “You literally tried to double-jump onto the school roof & ended up banging your face against the wall.” “So? It could have ended worse.” “How do you even attempt a double-jump in the first place?” “I don’t know, but it’s not whatever Cherry did, that’s for sure.” “Remember that one video of those dudes fighting & there was the one guy who jumped & hung there in the air for a solid 2 seconds?” “How could I forget? That was fucking cool.” “What if we tried to do that?” “But how?” “Maybe we just have to think about it! Like with the weapons!” “Surely that’s not gonna-”

Leslie hopped up into the air. As a surprise to everyone (including Spring & Storm), it managed to stay in the air.

“Woah! I’m doing it!” “Well. I stand corrected.” “Nice job!” Spring grinned. “Thank you!”

Leslie floated down to the ground, landing with a little trip in their step, but mostly calm. “Maybe we shouldn’t be flying in the apartment, though. Might be safer to try it outside.”

“Well, thankfully, outside is where we need to go next. So let’s do it.”

#thmgau #taking flight

[thessalian]

Thess vs Boxing Day

Huh. You learn some really interesting historical shit, and a fair bit about how low your country of residence has stooped, when you look up a simple little thing like “How did Boxing Day start?” to add a little historical sidebar to a Tumblr post.

Well, for starters, I always kind of wondered which were the twelve days of Christmas, specifically. Well, apparently we should be getting or giving turtle doves today, because it is the second day of what is liturgically known as Christmastide.

Anyway, Boxing Day started here in the UK, and mostly you’ll find Commonwealth countries ceiebrating it today, and some other parts of what were considered part of the British Empire (except for the US, who apparently yeeted that into the harbour along with the tea or something, I dunno). In Europe, it’s St Stephen’s Day. Now, here in its country of origin, Boxing Day is a Bank Holiday, which means reduced shop opening hours, reduced bus service, and everybody stays home and eats leftovers, basically. Most of the countries I know about, though ... whether or not they call it Boxing Day specifically, it’s a shopping holiday; kind of like Black Friday, just with a different sort of historical revisionism attached. I mean, when I was a kid, my father told me that we called it “Boxing Day” because we boxed up all the gifts we didn’t want, picked up the gift receipts, and headed out to exchange them. That never quite rang right to me - I was pretty sure that Boxing Day existed before gift receipts, at least - but I never bothered to look up what it actually meant. Until today.

Boxing Day is supposed to be a day about giving to the poor, servants, or any less fortunate. It’s a day where people gave a parcel to their household staff, postal worker, errand boy, people like that. But before that ... aaaaaaaand now I know what the Christmas carol Good King Wenceslas is all about. The church would give alms to the poor on St Stephen’s Day (or the Feast of Stephen), and the ‘Good King Wenceslas’ of the carol is based on an actual person - Saint Wenceslaus 1, Duke of Bohemia, who was canonised for his generosity and charity after his death. According to legend, he was assassinated by his brother, Boselaus the Cruel. Apparently Wenceslaus is some kind of Arthur figure, complete with myth about his resurrection and discovery of Very Important Sword (under a stone, though, sensibly enough). Gotta love the Czechs.

Anyway, point is that today’s supposed to be a day of giving to the less fortunate, and in this country at least, to those who worked so hard for you all year, for far less than you make. And what’s happening today? Massive queues outside Selfridge’s as people hunt for bargains, and strike action by public transport workers who don’t want their jobs downsized to oblivion and maybe to be paid enough to live on. Honestly, I don’t blame anyone for wanting to get the things they need as cheaply as possible at this point, and insane Boxing Day sale prices are probably the only way a lot of people can afford some things. But while Boxing Day hasn’t been about giving for a long time, the fact that it’s currently a day to claw just anything needful away from those who have been taking from us all year just to add to their hoard of money so large that it’s functionally meaningless ... it makes me really sad.

So there you have it: another historical snippet and piece of socioeconomic commentary by everybody’s favourite tick in the “Other” box crammed into human form, Thess. Happy Boxing Day, or St Stephen’s Day, or whatever you celebrate. I may not be able to give you all a parcel or meaningfully provide a tangible gift, this is supposed to be a time for appreciating those who work hard with little or no reward for the ultimate benefit of others. So I’m going to appreciate you guys; everybody on this hellsite. You don’t do this for profit. You don’t do this for fame. Yet you provide stories and songs and artwork and fun trivia facts and tutorials on everything from science to history and way, way beyond. You provide support of the emotional variety so often. You give what’s so often taken for granted - enjoyment, comfort, carefully-researched facts, and ... I guess hope? Hope that not everyone in the world is a complete shitbird. So thank you, Tumblr and those who lurk within. For being you.

#Thess has opinions

[pukanavis]

Rhodi Memory Story “I Refuse to Act Uncool” Part 1

Rhodi: Sigh…

(Dammit. The more that I look at it, the cooler that accessory gets.)

(The design of the chain and the skull with a red stone set in one of its eyes are seriously badass.)

(If I wore that, I’d look even cooler than before, but…)

The price…is no joke…

Ahh…the hell am I gonna do?

(Forget it. No matter what I do, there’s no way I can cough up enough cash for that.)

Maybe I could save up…?

No, it’s no use—

(Aniki pays me 'n Xyo a generous wage but…)

(Seriously, why the hell does this thing cost so much…?)

(Damn, it looks like it’s a one-of-a-kind piece made by an artist that’s been real popular lately…)

(I mean, I suppose that explains it.)

(At this rate, it’ll be bought up by someone else before I’ve saved up enough for it…!)

Ugh…what am I gonna do…?

Lana: Oh my…? Is that you, Rhodi?

Rhodi: Huh? …What do you want, Lana? Don’t come ‘n bother me.

Lana: Oh dear, my apologies.

I just couldn’t help but wonder why you were staring into the display window with such a terribly grave expression…

Oh, have you got your eye on that accessory? What a unique design it has.

Rhodi: You got a problem with that?

Lana: No, not at all. I may not work with this kind of rock-style often but…

I think it would pair wonderfully with the sort of clothes you usually wear.

Rhodi: Right!? I thought the same thing the second I saw it!

Lana: Fufu, perhaps it was fate for you to come across it.

I’m sure the accessory would love to be able to go home with you too.

That being said…the price tag is a little alarming…

Rhodi: Yeah…that’s my issue…

Lana: Aah, so that’s what you're groaning about.

Rhodi: I could wait a little 'n put some money aside, but…

If I take too long, someone else’ll probably snatch it before I get the chance.

But there ain't a thing I can do to scrounge up the money for it now.

Lana: I see…

Rhodi: Dammit. It’s been so long since I’ve found an accessory this cool too.

Lana: …Say, why don’t you try taking up a modelling job?

Rhodi: What? Modellin'?

Lana: Yes! In fact, I’m looking for a model to show off some new clothes right now.

I’m sure you’d look wonderful in them…why not give it a try?

Rhodi: Hell no!

Lana: Oh, why not?

Rhodi: Modellin'…? I can’t do somethin’ like that.

That kind of thing ain’t for me, and I’m busy doin' work for Aniki, anyway.

Lana: Don’t be so quick to refuse. You’ll be paid handsomely for the job, you know?

Let’s see…you should be paid around this much.

Rhodi: …! You've…gotta be jokin'?

(I’d have enough spare cash to buy the accessory after just one day of modelling with that kind of pay.)

Dammit…

Lana: Not too shabby, huh?

Rhodi: …Fine.

But! Only if Aniki approves!

Lana: Oh, but of course. That won’t be a problem.

Next

#rhodi #lana

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

more specifically my situation is that, if you’re a Scottish student in a Scottish college or university there’s a thing you can apply for called SAAS and they’ll just completely cover your tuition for you for free and even give you a free bursary of [however much money] a month while you study your course, right. But because I’ve done three 1st years in a row (failed and resat year 1 of business course at uni, failed games design course at college) SAAS actually rejected me this year for maths at uni. So I have to pay my tuition out of pocket. I opted to split it into monthly payments because I really cannot just lump £1820 out of nowhere all at once, right. But things were still looking grim because I don’t have income at all. So I’ve spent the past bit trying and failing to get jobs all in the leadup to my first payment being due, even have a job interview lined up tomorrow in fact, but like. Things just weren’t looking great. And I hadn’t even told my parents because I was just nervous/worried about how they’d react. My two plans I had for myself were email the uni financial support thing and be like “hey what can I do” and I actually did that and haven’t had a response, and my second option was straight up ask my dad to cover the first monthly payment with the promise I’d pay him back since I am actively job hunting and stuff. Naturally I got cold feet there because scary thing to ask anyone, huh. Ngl I’d half-resigned myself to just not being able to make enough money in time and just having to quit the course, which would’ve sucked but like, at least I’d not suddenly have to make whatever amount of money every month. But where this all came to a head is last night my parents asked when I’m getting my first free bursary payment and even though I was too nervous to bring it up before I don’t really like lying to them either, so I just told them yeah I’m not getting paid. They basically thought the same thing I did - there’s probably no way I’ll be able to pay it and I might just have to leave the course entirely. Felt nice that they finally knew anyway, and it wasn’t weighing on my back. But lo and behold, my mum asked her dad - my granddad - to cover it all for me I suppose. So I just got a lump sum of money from him to pay my tuition. I’m still gonna keep up the job hunting stuff to have both a safety net and also just more money in general and like hey having employment history looks nice. Certainly glad that this means I also have money now and stuff, though in having almost resigned myself to being forced to leave the course I almost feel a bit pressured to do better now. Can’t have all that money my granddad gave me go to waste or something. Though I think that’s partially informed by the shock of seeing £2000 enter my bank account that I didn’t expect to happen at all. I still want to do this course and want to do well in it, so. If I should fail despite that then I’ll just give up on pursuing further education altogether. I don’t think I have any other thoughts on this at the moment.

#7.10.22

[backtothestart02]

February 2022 - 4/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Canon divergent from here on out b/c otherwise these events will be sans Iris due to her disappearing. Hope you enjoy anyway!

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Chapter 4 - Barry's Haircut

Barry woke up on Friday of that week and looked over at the empty side of his bed. He groaned. Iris had left for Coast City on Tuesday for a story, which had ended up being good, since criminal metas had increased out of nowhere, but he missed her like hell and was eager for her to come back.

He had spent every evening with her for dinner the past few nights, but he felt it was best if he stayed in the city overnight, should metas attack during the nighttime hours, which had happened a few times already, including the previous night. He didn’t know what was in the water, but it sucked.

He wanted to be with his wife. He wanted to hold her during the night, go to bed seeing her next to him and wake up with her either in his line of vision or hearing her move around in the bathroom or downstairs. He didn’t like this business of her being across the country during the hours when they’d normally see each other.

But, she had said she’d be back today before dinner, so he was definitely looking forward to that. On his lunch break, he was getting his hair cut before their date night in a couple days, so he was looking forward to that too. Jeff always did such a good job on his hair. He’d had the guy for years, and he was a pro. The results always had Iris touching his hair, and that gave him tingles all over.

He wished she could be home right after he got it done, but he supposed before dinner would work too.

Grudgingly, he got ready for work, and was deliberately late because of his sour mood. Kramer knowing he was the Flash paid off because she probably thought he was away on Flash business.

By the time lunch came around, he was more frustrated than ever. And when he asked for Jeff after walking into the barber shop, a permanent frown fixed on his face when they said he’d called in sick for the day.

“But Judy is here!” the other hairstylist said, smiling brilliantly. “She’s new, but she does an excellent job!”

Barry tried his best to hold back a scowl and failed miserably.

“Or I could reschedule you for sometime next week?” she offered.

Barry sighed and hung his head.

“No, I’m sure she’s fine,” he muttered. “Date night with the wife is in a couple days. I can’t wait till next week.”

“Date night with the wife, huh?” A pretty girl walked up to the counter. “Let’s get you looking sharp then, Barry, is it?” Her eyes sparkled, and she was clearly checking him out, despite the comment about his wife.

Barry pursed his lips and nodded. He hung up his coat on one of the hooks, patted his pocket for his wallet, and followed her to one of the chairs.

“So, what are you thinking, handsome?” she asked, drawing her fingers down his neck as she put the large black smock around him.

“Just a trim,” he said, forcing a smile. “Maybe shorter on the sides.”

“Will do.” She leaned down to whisper into his ear. “I am very good at what I do.”

He cleared his throat.

“I’m sure my wife will appreciate it then.”

She stood back up and grabbed her spray bottle of water to start dampening his hair and combing through it.

“Well, it’s your hair, honey. You should love it too.”

“If it’s what Jeff usually does, I will.”

That seemed to shut her up – momentarily.

“So, what’s the wife’s name?” she asked, halfway through his cut.

“Iris,” he said. “Iris West-Allen.”

“Wait. The Iris West-Allen? As in CEO of CCC Media?” she blanched.

Barry’s lips parted.

“One and the same.”

“Oh, my gosh, I love her writing. I read her stories all the time. She’s such an inspiration.”

He grinned from ear to ear, his sour mood dissipating.

“I’ll be sure to tell her you said so. She’s coming home today.”

“Where did she go to?” she asked, this time no attempt at flirting in her voice. “Somewhere exciting for a story, I hope.”

“Coast City, and yes, exactly for that.” He paused. “I miss her.”

“I bet you do, honey. Who wouldn’t? She’s an icon.”

His smile was misty, and her hand stilled. He looked in the mirror, and she grabbed a handheld mirror before spinning him around and handing it to him.

“What do you think?”

He gave himself a good look, and his smile spread further.

“I think you’re worthy of a tip, Judy.”

A sparkling smile appeared on her face.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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Barry got several compliments on his hair after walking into CCPD following his haircut, which heightened his mood further. Nothing could have prepared him though for Iris West-Allen sitting, one knee crossed over the other, on the corner of his desk when he walked into his lab.

“Iris!” He grinned, dropping his Big Belly Burger take-out bag he’d grabbed on the way back immediately and racing into her arms.

“Hey, Baby!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around him and immediately inhaling the scent of his hair and winding her fingers through his hair, messing up the style. He didn’t care. “Someone got a haircut. Did Jeff do a good job, or what?” she teased.

He pulled back to stare into her eyes and then kiss her.

“Not Jeff, some new chick. Julie, I think her name was. Or Judy. I can’t remember.” He kissed her again.

“A female, huh?” she asked, skeptical.

“Don’t be jealous,” he said.

“I’m no-”

“She’s a fan of yours, you know.”

“Oh, yeah?” Her mood immediately switched.

“Mhmm.” He nodded. “Couldn’t stop gushing about how great your work is and how she reads everything you write. I tipped her because of it.”

“Not because of how she did your hair?” She blanched.

He shrugged.

“It’s nice, but Jeff does it better.”

She chuckled and pulled him in for another kiss. He decided not to mention all the flirting Judy had been aiming at him before he mentioned Iris’ full name. Better for the marriage, especially since Judy had changed her tune by the end of her services.

“How was your trip?” he asked when they parted. “I’ve missed you.”

She raised her eyebrows, amused.

“You’ve seen me every day this week for dinner.”

He tugged her closer to him somehow.

“But not in bed I haven’t. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in our bed,” he murmured into her ear. “Too long.”

Iris bit her bottom lip as her eyes rolled back, clearly aroused, especially when he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.

“My trip was good,” she said breathily.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and they reluctantly pulled apart. Kramer’s voice could be heard before she appeared in the doorway.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” she said, sending him a wink on her way out, and nearly running into his boss as she did.

“Oh, Iris, you’re back! Good to see you. I’m sure…” Kramer shot a glance at Barry. “Am I interrupting…something?”

“Nothing at all,” Iris assured, then looked at Barry. “I’ll see you after work.”

“Miss you already,” he said back, and Iris waved and smiled before leaving.

“I definitely interrupted something,” Kramer said on a chuckle before approaching Barry about some new case files she needed him to look over.

Barry tried his best to focus on what she was saying, but the memory of Iris all over him after days without such affection was still very present in his mind.

He couldn’t wait to get home, and he knew Iris couldn’t wait till he did either.

Maybe distance did make the heart grow fonder.

#westallen #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #february 2022 #chapter 4 #barry's haircut

[mudskip-muses]

@dxncingxqueen cont. from  (X)

Trudging his way into the dorms with a groan, Kaz’s body was absolutly dragging as he made his way to his room, shoulders slumped and eyes heavy with the work of the day. He hated replacing engines, it always took so much out of him with how much needed to be done, but he was getting paid premium by one of the teachers for this work, so he wanted it to be done as soon as possible. Grease smeared on nearly every bit of his person, he knew very well he looked like he had just been rolling around in a vat of the stuff, people’s judging gaze as he walked by tipping him off to as much, but it was practically his job to get covered in it, so sue him. 

He almost chalked up the sight of Naya outside her room as a sleep deprivation induced hallucination, never once seeing the dancer at anything less than her best. It was odd seeing her in just her robe, and even odder with her fiddling with her door like she was. Did she...lock herself out? Why didn’t she just text Gundham, he probably had an extra key, right? Or better yet, just go to the breeder’s room for the night. Kaz knew if he was dating someone, he would hardly ever spend the night alone. He always slept better with someone nearby. At least, when he actually bothered to go to sleep...

“...Naya?” Her name came out as nothing more than a confused mumble, the mechanic stopping to watch her fumble about. He couldn't help but smirk at it all with a shake of his head, being in her shoes himself more than a few times. “Locked yourself out, huh? Glad I’m not the only one who does that.” On the off chance he even locked his door, that is... “Here, move. I got it.” He said as he pulled a screwdriver from his pocket, setting to work on taking the door off it’s hinges. 

“I dunno how to pick a lock like Gundham, but this works just as good, right?” He asked with a laugh, the pins popping free from the hinges with minimal effort, showing that he perhaps had done this a time or two before. “Really these things should be on the other side so people can’t do this sorta thing, but that’s not my problem.” It was rather helpful the doors were built that way with how much he locked himself out... “Not many people know you can do this though, so I guess it’s whatever.” 

He seemed to be talking just for the sake of such as he popped out the pins, all in an effort to keep himself awake as he knelt to the floor. “Hold on, almost got it...” Popping the last pin free, Kaz stood upright and shifted to door, picking up the rather dense piece of wood to let Naya. “Ta da!” He chimed triumphantly, leaning the door up against the frame to gesture her inside with a grin.

It occurred to him in that moment that he had never been in Naya’s room before, taking this as an opportunity to gaze about the furnishings in curiosity. He couldn’t help but laugh at what were no doubt a few of Gundham’s things mixed in with hers, a single paw print earing and a tube of what looked to be a dark purple lipstick on her dresser definitely not the dancer’s. “Hey, where is hamster-boy anyways? How come you didn’t just call him to let you in?” He asked as he popped open the lipstick and twisted it out, curious as to the shade. 

#gundham is off doing gundham things fdkhjsa #animal shit probably #or some weird occult ritual who fucking knows lmao #ooooooooor #this can take place while hes off doing his breeder work #and kaz fucking missed the memo on that he was leaving that day lmao #muse: kazuichi soda #dxncingxqueen

[starry-eyed-butch]

Lots of trigger warnings cause I don't have any healthy coping mechanisms that I utilize with any sort of regularity cause I'd rather suffer. So for mental health, destructive tendencies, etc., do not read more. If anyone really reads these anyways.

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I'm a whole ass adult and never got over the urge to harm myself but now that I have to give plasma just to get to work, I can't cut on my arms anymore and it's already been awkward every time they take my blood pressure and while there are other places, nothing is as satisfying as my arms (I've tried, it's just not it, I'm too picky, which is probably a whole other diagnosis but we're poor out here). So, in lieu of that, I should use that gym membership I've been paying for every month for years and I think I'm just gonna excessively work out again and maybe I'll actually be able to sleep a while night in the process. And restricting and exercise are the only time I ever lost weight so I'm just gonna work myself to nothing. Not as satisfying but it'll just have to work, huh. Hahahaha, I am so deeply unhappy. I'm trying like hell to work on it but I just can't catch a break and I just don't even care enough to stop the downhill roll. One of these times I'll actually kill myself for real and then I don't have to worry about it anymore. One day. And it sucks cause I KNOW that top surgery would alleviate probably 50% of my mental health strife. I can't even go get a fucking hair cut which is really all I have that affirms how I feel but that's $20 I don't have. I've been overdrafted on my bank account every check for the last several months.

Shittiest thing is yes, money does buy happiness because it buys stability and things we need. I'm back to not being able to buy groceries. My minimum payment for my electric not to be shut off that I just paid was $233. I'm $1500 behind on my car payment. I can't catch up after missing a week of work because of a kidney infection. I can't but weed, which is the only thing that even helps me sleep or gives me an appetite. I'm out of my little sleep meds and have been for over a week. I paid a $70 ticket for something I have proof I didn't do because I couldn't get ahold of anyone after days and days and they kept calling me back while I was at work. I ran out of time to fight it, not trying to lose my license too. I hate my fucking job. I'm taken advantage of every single day for wages that can't even pay my bills. I'm not gonna find another job thats gonna lay me 18 off the bat and I certainly can't makeess then that AND if I did quit, I'd lose school, which is a whole other source of stress but it's the only thing I enjoy and am good at most of the time.

[aeoki]

Grand Slam - The School’s Ghost Stories: Chapter 6

Location: Yumenosaki Classroom (Evening) Characters: Yuuta, Subaru, Makoto, Sora, Mayoi & Hitsugi

Hitsugi: Okay, I’ll explain the details of the project then.

“Broadcasting Accidents” is, in other words, an occult show. Its main focus will be the Seven Mysteries of Yumenosaki and we’ll be investigating a variety of unnatural phenomena.

Makoto: So it’s like those psychic specials on TV, right?

Hitsugi: Oh, you probably shouldn’t think of it as something so grand like a TV show.

It’ll be filmed within the school and we don’t really have a budget, so it’ll probably end up being something like an amateur video on the internet.

Most of the budget went into paying for everyone’s appearance fees, anyway.

Subaru: You got a budget even though it’s a job within the school?

Hitsugi: It seems there’s been an order from the higher-ups stating that jobs within the school should also be paid in “L$”... It looks like Yumenosaki is already a subcontractor with ES.

Besides, it’s not like I’m complaining to you guys but I didn’t expect so many people to show up to my amateur project.

I suppose my plan of just setting up a high reward and gathering participants in the meantime backfired on me.

I didn’t really specify any conditions to take part so I’m in a pickle because too many people applied. Sniffle sniffle.

Makoto: That’s all thanks to Anzu-chan – I mean, all because of her, right?

There are a lot of idols at Yumenosaki who want to take part in her projects no matter what they may be, after all.

Hitsugi: It appears so… Well, I’m grateful for it and it’s better than having no one show up.

I’ve just been cancelled last minute by the people I asked to make an appearance and they left like migrating birds.

Makoto: So they’ve jumped ship, huh. …Who cancelled last minute? What was their reason?

Hitsugi: Umm, they’re Tomoya Mashiro from “Ra*bits” and Aira Shiratori from “ALKALOID”. They both apparently saw the second of the Seven Mysteries, “The Blood-Vomiting Beast”, with their own eyes.

The original outline of the programme was supposed to be, “The idols who saw the strange thing with their own eyes close in on the truth…”

Subaru: Really? They don’t seem like the people to cancel last minute, though. Well, I don’t really know what Aira’s like yet.

Hitsugi: Oh, I worded that weirdly.

Maybe “The Blood-Vomiting Beast” was too much of a shock for them, but it seems they both fell ill.

I don’t think they cancelled because they didn’t like me or the project.

Makoto: Fell ill, huh. I can see that happening with Shiratori. “ALKALOID” was going through a lot during the summer holidays, so his exhaustion must have piled up.

But it’s kinda unexpected to hear Mashiro-kun being sick. He experenced a lot of awful things last year and he’s a tough kid who would bounce back to his usual cheerful self even after collapsing.

Subaru: Ahh~ He would collapse quite frequently, huh. Shinonon would cry and tell me about it over the phone so I knew that about hime.

I’m not a god nor a doctor, so I don’t know what to do even if he comes crying to me, though.

But well, I think just having someone listen can help a lot.

Makoto: You’re a proper “senpai” when it comes to Shino-kun, huh, Akehoshi-kun~

Subaru: What? I treat everyone like that.

After Chii~chan-senpai graduated, Takamin was pretty sad so I started greeting him with “Ossu, ossu” every time I see him in the corridor!

Makoto: Yeah, I bet Takamine-kun hates that.

Yuuta: Umm~... Are you guys just going to keep talking about random stuff?

Hitsugi: Oh, sorry! I should be doing my job! Sorry, I’m still not used to things!

Yuuta: It’s fine~ Yumenosaki is more or less like this anyway.

Makoto: I don’t think that’s quite right.

Yuuta: Yeah. …Anyway, I couldn’t get a word in earlier but isn’t Sora-kun acting kinda weirdly?

Sora: …………

Subaru: Hmm? What’s up, Yellow Kid? Why is he just staring at a spot even though there’s nothing there…

Yuuta: Who knows? Maybe he sees a ghost or something?

Hitsugi: What, an unnatural phenomenon has appeared already!? Whaa, we’ve only just started discussing the project so I didn’t bring a camera!

Sora: Hm~? It’s not a ghost~...

But Sora can see a weird “colour” over there.

Yuuta: Say what? That’s so scary! I don’t get what’s going on but that’s creepy!

Sora: It’s okay~ It’s not a bad “colour” at all ♪

Mayoi: U-Umm, I’m sorry.

I-I’m definitely not suspicious.

Hitsugi: That sounds like…

Makoto: Hm? Is that Ayase-kun? From “ALKALOID”?

Subaru: Ohh~... I’ve seen someone sleeping in a coffin, someone floating in a fountain and someone flying in a hot air balloon, but I’ve never seen someone hiding above the ceiling before.

Yuuta: Why’re you up there, Senpai~?

Makoto: Ahh, everyone’s reactions are weak because they’re used to the weird antics from the “Five Oddballs”!? Isn’t that bad if we’re supposed to be filming an occult programme?

Hitsugi: We haven’t started filming yet so it’s fine! As long as you guys know how to react during the real thing!

Subaru: Anyway, what’re you doing up there, Aya-chan~?

Mayoi: Aya-chan!? Um, Aira-san asked me to do this…!

It seems he felt he left a bad impression for cancelling last minute and asked if I could participate in his place instead…!

He said, “You’ll be perfect because you look like you like stuff like the occult.”, and pleaded with such a cute look…! I-I couldn’t say no to that…!

But there were so many people I don’t know and I couldn’t bring myself to appear, so I hid up here the entire time! I’m so sorrryyy!

Makoto: A-A weird one, I see.

Yuuta: Well, I think he’s perfect for an idol. He really stands out.

Subaru: I think so too. …Hmm, it’ll just hurt your throat to talk all the way up there, so why don’t you come down~?

Mayoi: Alrighttt… I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Everyone, please stand back. I’ll jump down now.

Hitsugi: …………

Mayoi: ? Um, is there someone you wish to say to me?

Hitsugi: …No, nothing.

Anyway, is everyone here okay with being the participants in the project? It’s gotten a bit messy but let’s start talking about the serious stuff now!

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#grand slam

[zawazawanightmares]

Spider-Man & Jessie

You, Spider-Man, are connected to Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette) Your partner selected the 18+ server.

Spider-Man: Heyo.

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Sup Spider-Man :P

Spider-Man: How's it hanging?

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Haha, oh it's hanging fine, I mean not much hanging off me I guess!

Spider-Man: Uh no...though you probably mean something else. Anyway, see any crime?

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Ha, right, uh....no, can't say I've seen too much! I was just up here hanging out on the rooftop. Wasn't expecting to be surprised by you! On your break I'm assuming?

Spider-Man: Yeah...definitely didn't lose the key to my apartment or anything!

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Uh huh, alright you caught me. You think I'd be out in the cool night air in these overly tight leggings and just a tank top otherwise? haha

Spider-Man: Ah-ha...yeah...I caught you...*clears his throat* So, need help getting back in your place?

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Yeah for sure, why not, not everyday my fit butt gets helped by spiderman! I mean that or whatever, we can hang out here for a bit. Maybe practice some crime fighting on me? haha

Spider-Man: You a kung-fu master or something? Not to brag but I've taken down my share of baddies and I don't really wanna go 25% at a civilian.

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Well to be up front, no totally not a kung fu master. More a competitive swimmer who also runs and does a lot of yoga. Though I've punched my way out of trouble before! Surely I can serve as stress relief?

Spider-Man: Don't wanna hit as stress relief. Therapist says I should avoid that kind of catharsis. But I'm down to talk! What do you do for fun?

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): True, probably beating some random girl up on a roof top wouldn't help huh? Haha. Oh I mean besides all the sports...I mean, I like to tan when it's nice out! I read, watch movies...I'm sort of basic I guess?

Spider-Man: Hey, same here! When I can afford it, I watch movies and read and try to get some good grub.

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Oh good food is nice! Sleeping to top it off! Though all the exercise can definitely get me worked up sometimes!

Spider-Man: Then you cool off in the pool!

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Haha yeah, but by worked I meant more like....errr, horny? Excercise does that I know.

Spider-Man: Oop, sorry to pry. I guess that's true for a lot of people.

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Oh don't worry, I'm not one to get too worried about talking about it haha. Yeah! Same with you guy I guess Spider-man?

Spider-Man: You know, not really? I'm usually just tired or feeling hungry. Don't get too horns unless I'm on a date.

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Oh right, well hey, that makes sense. I find I'm super random about it. So how many other gals like me have you run into tonight?

Spider-Man: Probably around three? Night air is brisk, the quiet helps with concentration, muggers tend to target them because they have headphones in...

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Ah true! That's happened to me. I can outrun them most of the time! Any gal every repay you with um...something fun?

Spider-Man: Some offer but I turn them down. Not what the job is about. Plus, getting paid with sex is illegal and kind of...skeevy.

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Ah true...well I guess I shouldn't offer then! Haha.

Spider-Man: Yeah...also, got a girlfriend so...

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): Fair! I won't tempt you by showing off anymore then!

Spider-Man: Thanks! Appreciate the small stuff.

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): True, well hey, want to help me get back into my apartment so I can um...you know, get under these leggings haha.

Spider-Man: Oh yeah, can relate. *scoops her up* Where do you live?

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): One floor down! Thanks for the ride!

Spider-Man: *crawls down the wall, forces the window up and puts her in* There you go.

Jessie (23, f, sporty/athletic body type, brunette): *I slide in, my butt just over the window ledge* Well gosh, thanks! If you ever need errr, stress relief...you know which window to knock on!

Spider-Man: Thanks for the offer! Not to insult but hope things work out so that I don't have to take you up on that. Bye! *swings off*

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[no-psi-nan]

YES IT'S MY FAVORITE SCENE!!!

It's so fucking funny on like 10 different levels.

The comedic timing of Saiki getting distracted exactly when Toritsuka confidently thinks that he's being protected

The fact that coffee jelly obviously outweighs Toritsuka's life in Saiki's mind. And it's not even a fancy one probably lmfao

The fact that Aiura must've offered it to Saiki and then taken off running, or even funnier, just ran past him with the coffee jelly in hand.

The fact that Saiki actually fucking chases after her when he could use telekinesis to grab the jelly or electrokinesis to stop her in her tracks or even teleport in front of her.

Saiki's absolute brain-empty response to coffee jelly.

Look at that running pose. He can fly and run at the speed of light!!!

Aiura laughing delightedly because Saiki probably has the dumbest expression on his face and eyes only for the coffee jelly

The fact that Aiura is holding the coffee jelly over her head as if the extra distance could really prevent the madman from getting it

Also by the time they meet up with Toritsuka and Hii in the science room, the coffee jelly is gone, and while we unfortunately didn't get to see the end of the chase, there's pretty much no way it wasn't hilarious.

My guess is that once they reached the science room, Aiura turns and Saiki is still no-brain-cells reaching for the coffee jelly and she was gonna tease him about the whole thing but he looks so silly and excited about the coffee jelly (remember the puppy eyes he gave Toritsuka after dealing with KusuΩ?) that she just hands it over and he happily eats it and she's like "why are you literally sooo funny lmao" and the instant he's done he's all serious like "Toritsuka's life is in danger" and she's like "yah I know that's why I brought you here" and he quickly tosses out the container and turns to look cool and collected as Toritsuka comes in through the door and internally Aiura is just like "pffffft".

And on the sweet side:

The absolute lack of fear on Aiura's part of Saiki, the local god, and the absolute trust that he'll play along nicely.

Saiki, the local god, not using any of his powers and just playing along even though he looks completely silly doing it. Aiura is laughing at him and he doesn't seem to care at all.

Also Aiura must've been looking out for Toritsuka at least a little to try bribing Saiki into helping her save him. They both do care about him even if he's pretty shitty pretty often.

#saiki kusuo #saiki k #saiki no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k. #aiura mikoto #okay but the level of trust openness and genuine friendship between Saiki and Aiura gets me every time #he's known all of his other friends for 4+ years at this point. and yet they basically have no clue of his personality #he's pretty open with Toritsuka too but like he detests him for the most part lol. and Akechi has childhood bestie privilege #but once he and Aiura save Chiyo over and over that night he clearly trusts her and even though he tells her not to talk to him at school #or even outside it. he still basically lets her join him at the cafe & agrees that going out for dessert with her is better than going solo #he could put an end to her advances if he really wanted to. but instead he looks out for her safety and hangs out with her and does silly #stuff like this. plus she helps him without question or cost and she's instrumental defeating the volcano and there's no way that hasn't #gotten her a big soft spot in his heart. they're besties 4 life AT MINIMUM!!!! #anyways if you read this far down in my tags and haven't read my fic yet pls go read extra love stories of psychics volume 1 #chapters 1 and 4 are my Aiura x Saiki propaganda because damnit they trust and love each other a lot and if Saiki has the slightest #bit of romance in his body then it would work so well (aroace Saiki mega valid but my hc is demiaro ace. he thought romance was based #on being super close like besties in the Chiyo confession chapter. so I think he might fall in love with his best friends. #anyways. i should probably go do the job i get paid to do huh? #nopsi meta #nopsi obsession archives

[amber-angel]

Look ik its not my school's fault that this is happening but they're not handling it the way they should so fuck them

#me #and like i get! #that maybe theres some shit fucking quota they need to meet! #but this is literally a global FUCKING pandemic! #and you already cut down the number of days we have to go why not just fucking.... cut it down more #you bitchfuck DICKS cant even be sensitive about the fact that some kids dont have wifi! and the library is closed! starbucks is closed! #most public wifi having places are closed! #so what?? you gonna fail the seniors who didnt do the online assignments BECAUSE THEY DONT HAVE WIFI #huh?? huh???? you gonna do it??????? #gonna release another statement????? saying oh well its not our fault so you cant be angry???? #well too fucking late im livid #ill shit on your statement you pissholes #you dont get to tell me not to be angry when youre handling a global crisis like its an extended snow day #like oh well whoopdedingledoo its not like people are losing their jobs or anything not getting paid #or have family members who may have been affected by this! #it doesnt matter! well make them do work anyway! #who cares if extended isolation is probably giving kids depression??? and work with harsh consequences is the last thing they need rn??? #youre supposed to fucking help your students not make it worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #I HAVE ALREADY GONE DOWN A FULL LETTER GRADE BECAUSE THIS BULLSHIT CORPORATION DECIDED I SHOULD STILL BE WORKING #IM DEPRESSED AS FUCK STUCK IN A HOUSE WITH THE ONE PERSON WHOS GIVEN ME MULTIPLE PANIC ATTACKS AND THEY WANT ME TO DO SCHOOL SHIT #BITCH I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT!!! #and also how DARE YOU????????????????????????? #i was supposed to graduate this year you fucks!!!! #youre telling me!! that instead of an actual ceremony with my friends and family im going to get a half assed conference call? but oh! #you still want me to work my ass off?? for that????? fuck. you. #i almost want to let my grades tank. just to fuck them #but that would also fuck me #i cant even describe how fucking angry this makes me. i want to punch SOMEONE in the face #and these fuckers!!! think that it's more important that we dont blame them!!! than that they provide us with actual fucking answers!!!!!!!