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darkwood-sleddog · 2 months

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more and more i become of the opinion my dogs are not reactive to strange dogs but in fact it is unreasonable to expect them to NOT be reactive when the dogs we pass are unwalked, understimulated rural hellions that thrash at the windows of their houses, bark at us and follow us for entire lengths of properties, snarl at us, run at us with tense body language etc.

is this because a neighbor (who does skijor!) moved in half mile down the road from us a half a year ago with the most polite, unreactive dog that my dogs glance calmly at as they walk by? as it is unrestrained (no underground fence) on the property? absolutely is.

is this because a few years ago a neighbor's very nice pitbull mix got out and when it walked up to us with polite calm body language my dogs reacted just as calm and we were able to walk this dog home? absolutely is.

like i am a human woman and have lived in areas with much larger populations than i do now. i remember being followed by strangers, yelled at by strangers in aggressive ways. it made me tense and yes...reactive in those moments to ensure my own safety and needs were met. but was it my fault for having to react that way? To call friends and family and be on the phone any time that i walked alone? to check in when i got to where i was going? to bring pepper spray and iron knuckles to walk less than 10 minutes away from home? I don't think it is. Rather it's the failure that allows that behavior towards me which is at fault. i should not have had to carry those things with me. or call a single soul.

same with my dogs. my dogs aren't reactive, i'm just the only person who walks my damn dogs in my rural neighborhood. even though we can walk for 4+ miles either way on safe dirt roads out of our driveway before we reach pavement. nobody else. walks. their. fucking. dogs. yes i manage my dogs behaviors, it can be embarrassing when they get riled up, but know what? it is not their fault so many other dogs fucking SUCK. and it is not those dogs' fault that they suck either. i encountered more politely behaved dogs when i lived in the suburbs and city than i do now because those dogs at least had some sort of experience with being around other dogs (passing them on the sidewalk even) out of necessity. Rural people truly just throw their dogs outside and expect that to be enough. if you're lucky they install a little underground fence that will maybe keep fido in the yard (like uwu WE don't want to have a look at a fence and we're going to make all our neighbors GUESS if our dog might run into the road at them uwu).

#dogblr #dog behavior #is it unreasonable to ask completely neutral behaviors from my dogs #when they're being fucking harrassed? when they just want to do their sniffy thing and pee on a bunch of stuff??#can't even like loiter in some places bc people's dogs loose their fucking shit even if they stay on the property or are inside #like...real containment and stimulation when and now please?#nothing happened but neighbor with a dog that barks and screams at us from inside non stop #put in an electric fence and assured me this under 1 yo dog will never leave the boundary #like...okay...#sure.#let's see how that goes #like my dogs have wonderful temperaments #sorry if they're going to tell your dog off for being a piece of SHIT brenda #my dogs obviously know our yard is their territory #but they don't make a single peep for people walking on the road which is NOT theirs #i can be out of sight of entire dogs with properties out of the sight of the road #and their dogs will still be fucking yelling at mine! like shut the . fuck. up!!

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Slashers Toy Story!AU

Or, *cough* a way for me to write out a buncha funny Incorrect Quotes and smoosh two things I love together.

Woody: Jason Voorhees

Buzz Lightyear: Michael Myers

Jessie: Ghostface

Prospector/Stinky Pete: Roman Bridger

Bo Peep and Ham: Freddy Krueger

Mr Potato Head: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray

Mrs Potato Head: Tiffany Valentine

Slinky: Carrie White

Rex: Bubba Sawyer

Barbie: Jennifer Check

Ken: Patrick Bateman

Lotso-'O'-Huggin' Bear: Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt. Was gonna be Bo, but Hoyt just fits way better. Plus he has Thomas.

Chuckles: Monty

Big Baby: Thomas hewitt

The Chatter Telephone: Luda Mae Hewitt

Also, Sunnydale Daycare: Ambrose. Because why not.

*I'm thing the kids in Toy Story are the fanbase and creators of the Slashers in this AU. Like, Andy and Bonnie are the original creators that make up the canon stuff and created them to be the infamous characters we all know- and Sid is us fan-people that twist and distort the characters for our own pleasure, haha XD *

An abundance of Incorrect Quotes bellow the cut!

Chucky: *With all the features on his face mismatched*

Chucky: Hey Freddy, look! I'm Picasso!

Freddy: ... yeah, I don't get it. *Leaves*

Chucky: *what... * You uncultured swine!! *Shakes his fist at Freddy's retreating back. That was a good fucking joke, goddamn.*

Michael: *Writing down on whiteboard:* Excuse me... I think the word you're searching for is

THE SHAPE.

Jason: *Already so done with this edgy boy's bullshit*

Jason: *Moves attention to his own whiteboard, starts writing*

Jason: *Shows board*

NO. The word I'm 'searching for', I cant say, because there are preschool toys present.

*Gestures ferociously to Carrie and Bubba.*

Jason: *Ughhhh. Shows board that he frantically wrote on:* Its not a KNIFE! Its a little stick of plastic!!

Freddy: What's wrong with him??

Chucky: Knife envy~

Freddy: Ah been there

Jason and Michael: *Watching Dr Loomis give psychology advice*

Jason and Michael: *Slowly tilting their heads sceptically, in unison*

Michael: *Holds up board for Jason to read:* ... I don't think that man has ever been to medical school.

Jason: *Trying to get Michael to help him. Writes passive aggressively on board and shoves the thing in Michael's view:* Would you give me a hand!???

Michael: *Fucking slices his own arm off and chucks it at Jason*

Look, he's having a bad day...

Freddy: *Sneaks up on Jason and digs his fingers into the giants sides*

Jason: *Whips around and cracks Freddy in the face from shock*

Jason: *Realises its just Freddy as the other groans and holds his nose, and looks a little guilty. Oh, Freddy. Writes on board and shows him:* There's gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.

Freddy: Agh- Fucking- Merry Christmas, hockey puck!

Jason: *Catches sight of something above them, tilts his head. Writes and shows board:* Isn't that mistletoe?

Freddy: *A slow, creepy grin rips across his face* Yep.

~ Toy Stoy 2~

Jason: *Frantically holding up a board:* Michael! I was a yo-yo!

Freddy and Chucky: *Look at each other*

Chucky: 'Was'?

*Michael and the others watching a dude try to buy Jason and failing.*

Michael: *Thinking: Mm, now just walk away.*

Man: *Follows after where Jason went.*

Michael: *Thinking: ... the other way.*

*After Jason has been stolen- everyone is panicking*

Michael: *Stomping his foot, trying to gather these psychopaths' attentions. Wait a minute! Wait, hold on! When he semi has their attention, he shows a piece of paper with writing on it:* This is not time to be hysterical.

Freddy: Its the perfect time to be hysterical.

Bubba: *Gasp. Should we be hysterical!?*

Carrie: *Tries to calm Bubba down, a hand on his arm and voice gentle* No-

Chucky: Yes.

Michael: *Thinking: ... well, maybe*

Freddy: Give this to Jason when you find him

Freddy: *SMACKS MICHAEL UPSIDE THE HEAD*

Michael: ... *Holds up board* Alright. But I don't think it'll mean the same thing coming from me.

Freddy: *Up ahead* Hey guys! Why did the toys cross the road!?

Michael: *But rolls his eyes. Not now bacon bits.*

Bubba: *Perks up and waives. Oh! He loves riddles. Why?*

Freddy: To get to the chicken... on the other side!

*They all look out and celebrate, seeing where Jason was being kept hostage... but then realise how dangerous getting across will be as a giant fricken truck careens by and crushes a can the same size as them*

Bubba: ... *Promptly turns around and starts walking back the way they came. Oh well. We tried-*

Michael: *Grabs Bubba back*

Jennifer: I can help! I'm Tour Guide Jen!

Jennifer: Please keep your hands, arms and accessories inside the car, and no flash photography! Thanks.

Chucky: -I'm a married man, I'm married man, I'm married man-

Freddy: *Shoves Chucky out of the way* Then make room for the single fellas.

Michael: *Ugh. Writes on board:* They're on level 23.

Carrie: How are we gonna get up there?

Bubba: *Gestures to balloons, then up to the sky. Meaning: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float to the top!*

Chucky: Are you kidding? I say we stack ourselves up, push the intercom, and pretend we're delivering a pizza.

Freddy: How bout a roast? *Grins*

Freddy: *Assesses Chucky and Carrie in turn* With tenderised pig and a slaughtered lamb as sides.

Chucky: Hold the fuck up did you just call me a pig- and a side-

Carrie: What?

Bubba: Oh! Oh! *Pats his chest excitedly. Do him! What about me??*

Freddy: ... Eh, you can be the toy that comes with the meal.

*Michael does something to get them all hurt and doesn't to care at all, of course. Just moves on.*

Chucky: Remind me to glue his mask on his head when we get back.

Freddy: *Nods, yep*

Chucky:*Embracing Tiffany after having been away saving Jason*

Glen and Glenda: You saved our lives! We're eternally grateful!

Chucky: Oh, fuck...

Tiffany: You saved their lives, Chucky?? Oh, my hero.

Tiffany: *Immediately drops Chucky in favour of picking up the babies* And they're adorable! Lets adopt them!

Chucky: *Thinking: What? No- Absolutely not- Don't say tha-*

Glen and Glenda: Daaaaddy!

Chucky: Fuck.

~Toy Story 3~

Jason: *Holds up a sign as he stands there menacingly with his machete:* You got a date with justice, Charles.

Chucky: Heh, too bad, 'sheriff'. I'm a married man.

Tiffany: *Comes out screaming, wielding goddamn nun chucks*

Michael: *Eyes narrow behind mask, slowly holds up sign he prepared earlier:* Bastard son of a hundred maniacs.

Freddy: Hah. That's Mr Bastard son of a hundred maniacs, to you!

*The toys/Slashers watch some toys, including Jennifer and her car get thrown in the donation bin*

Ghostface: Oh, man, poor Jen.

Freddy: ... I get the corvette.

Tiffany: Its alright, Jen, it'll be okay.

Jennifer: Well... Needy and I have been growing apart for a while...

Jennifer: Its just... I cant believe she would kill me!

Chucky: *Who's 'best friend till the end'/victim also killed him* Yeah. Welcome to the club, toots.

Hoyt: They just love new toys, don't they?

Chucky: Love!? We've been chewed, kicked, drooled on-

Tiffany: Just look at my nails!

Hoyt: ... Hm. Well, here's the thing, sweetheart. You aint leavin' Ambrose.

Tiffany: *Thinking: Oh fuck no he did not just- * Sweetheart!? Who do you think you're talking to!? I have over 10 kills, and I deserve more respec-

Hoyt: *Covers Tiffany's mouth with his hand* Ah, that's better.

Chucky: *Thinking: I'm going to fuck this douche up- * Hey, no one takes my wife's mouth. *Shoves Hoyt back off her by the chest* 'Cept me.

*Hoyt and Thomas bring Chucky back from 'The Box'. He's more fucked up looking then usual, sand all through his hair and stuck to his plastic features. He shakes it out of his pockets.*

Tiffany: *Gasp* Sweetheart!

Chucky: Eugh... it was cold. And dark. Nothin' but sand and a couple of Lincoln logs.

Freddy: Ehhh... I don't think those were Lincoln logs.

Ghostface: I was wrong...

Chucky:

Chucky: Ghostface is right. He was wrong.

Jennifer: *Fake cries*

Chucky: *Slaps a Pidgeon*

*Trying to reset Michael back to his former settings/self (The one that knows them and therefore will maybe-perhaps-possibly not kill them*

Freddy: Oh- oh- oh, here we go. there should be a little hole under the switch.

Jason: *Little hole little hold little hole- Nods. Got it!*

Freddy: To reset your Michael Myers action figure, insert paper clip-

Jason: *Sharply turns to Bubba, urging him to put his finger in the hole quickly*

Freddy: Caution; Do not hold button for more then five seconds...

Michael: *Suddenly stops thrashing and goes slack*

Everyone: ...

Bubba: *Jumps off him, holding up his hands. Its not my fault!!*

Michael, on Spanish Mode: *Gives Jason two sweet kisses on either cheek*

Jason: *Awkwardly, slowly holds up sign:* We gotta switch him back.

Ghostface: Oh! Mikey!!

Michael, still on Spanish Mode: *Sees Ghostface*

Michael: *Drops to his knees, gathers up Ghostface's hand*

Michael: *Looks up at Ghostface in utter awe and admiration*

Ghostface: *Freaken freaked out. Shouldn't he be the creepy one in this outfit? Leans away* Uhh... did you fix Michael?

Freddy: Uh, sorta. I mean I for one think this is a huge improvement.

Michael, STILL on Spanish Mode: *Does a dance of feelings around Ghostface, wanting to express himself*

Ghostface: What- why- please stop I'm gonna pee myself- Of laughter or fear I have no idea but I WILL PEE

Michael: *Grabs and dips Ghostface, and holds up a sign* We will be the most famous killers in history, together.

Ghostface: *Thinking: Oh I can get behind that, hell yeah- *

Jason: *Arrives*

Ghostface: Oh- *Scrambles out of Michaels hold* JASE!

Michael: *Watches them move on together* *Throws down the sign*

Freddy: I suddenly feel disgusting, like... I somehow ended up in some kinda... love-square, of some kind...

Jason: *Nicely gestures for Michael to give him some help*

Michael, stillllllll on Spanish mode: *Sniffs his nose at Jason's hand, shoving him out of the way with one arm like no thank you.*

Jennifer: Authority should derive from the consent of the governed. Not from the threat of force! // Or, alternatively which I think fits a whole lot better- // I am not going to stand back here and let another fucking old white guy tell me what the fuck to do!

Chucky and Freddy, two old white guys: *Look at each other*

Chucky:

Freddy:

Chucky and Freddy: *Shrug*

And that's it seeing as I don't really wanna see Toy Story 4. I hope you enjoyed this silly thing with me at least a little XD

Okay so I got a little attached in the end.

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the-villian-i-seem-to-be · 3 years

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[Flower .2]

[1.]

It was around 9:00 in the morning, the sun had risen with it's bright light. All the while gossip had stirred in the streets of London. Louis had brought his brothers breakfast and the morning newspaper. The youngest Moriarty was silent as his brother thanked him for the meal and read the paper. "Phantom Thief (T/N) once again terrorises nobility.."

William read aloud, his ruby eyes scanning the newspaper article. "How peculiar, very peculiar." The blonde headed man mused, still reading out the rest. "(T/N) had stole from Lord Henderson and Mrs. Henderson's, a married couple and are in the high ranking class. Phantom Thief (T/N) had stolen a priceless emerald ring that was to be auctioned off at their estate for a private gathering."

A cryptic smile appeared on William's face. "(T/N) has still yet to be captured by authorities, the only trace left by them was a small peice of paper that reads: "Good luck next time."" William tilts his head back and joyfully laughs once he finished reading. "My goodness, I wish I could of seen this up close." The second eldest Moriarty looks back at the newspaper.

"(T/N).. What a perfect adversary to have." William says with complex expression. Louis nods, his brother was a very smart man. Cunning and calculated, so his decision would be as well. William grabs his tea cup and takes a sip of the warm drink.

His eyes focusses to the tiny vase next to his breakfast tray. The vase it self was a pretty pale blue, though the single flowers inside it stood out the most. A simple red rose was in the vase, the same one from (Y/N)'s bouquet that she had given to them the day before. William slowly reaches towards the rose with a singular hand and touches one of the plush petals gently. He let's go moments after.

~°~

"Phantom Thief (T/N) once again terrorises nobility.." (Y/N) reads over the newspaper with bland eyes. Sighing, she placed the paper underneath her counter. Deciding to watch people pass by her shop for entertainment on this slow day.

(Y/N) puts her elbows on the counter and props her head on her right hand. Leaning lazily against the counter. (Y/N) watches the outside through her glass window. Middle class and nobles alike stroll down the sidewalk, with the occasional carriage on the road. Which didn't change the boredom she felt.

It was the same old view whenever it was a slow day. Though before (Y/N) could curse the lack of life in her shop. She hears a horse cry and a man shouting. Gainging her curiousity, she saw something new for a change.

Police were arriving to the farther side of her street. Something must of happened, but what? (Y/N) contemplates on whether or not to check it out. It would be better than listening to herself breathing. But if she left her shop and a customer comes in..

"What a bother, I might as well wait until whatever is happening outside to pass than be in the mess." Just as those words left her throat. A two men walk into her shop. A smile crossed the females face as she greets them. "Hello, is there anything I can help you with today gentlemen?"

The first man looks around her shop. Starring at the wide variety of flowers. The first man responds to her, "yes actually. Can you please tell me about the murder that happened just down the street." The mans dark blue eyes meet her own shocked (e/c) ones.

"A murder? Sir, I don't know what you're talking about." (Y/N) says with confusion, the blue-nette falters after her words. "Oh.. I see." The air was now tense.

"Did.. Did a murder occur." The female asked with fright. The second man turns a bit solemn, "yes" he said. The first man speaks up again. "But I'm a detective, detective Sherlock Homles. And here beside me is Dr. John Watson. We are here to investigate the murder that has occured. So that is why I am asking for any information that you have."

"..." (Y/N) was silent at the introduction Mr. Homles had gave, though responds to him. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I know much about what happened, but I will answer any question you give me."

Dr. Watson asked the first question, "do you know Mr. Edward Samuel?" (Y/N) hums in agreement. "Yes, I do. He must of been murdered, correct?" The two went silent at her accusation.

"How did you,-" "I could tell by the look on your face Dr. Watson. Your very easy to read." The female says with a weak playful smile. Mr. Homles starts to snicker quietly while Dr. Watson turned embarrassed. Muttering a few words, most likely telling his companion to be quiet.

Sherlock stopped his chuckles and asks the intriguing woman another question. "How do you know Mr. Samuel? Was he a frequent customer of yours?"

"Yes he was, Mr. Samuel bought flowers from me twice a month or so. He would by a bouquet of red roses for his wife." "His wife? Was he a helpless romantic?" "No, his wifw had passed away two years ago. He visits her grave twice a month."

"Has Mr. Samuel told you this personally?" "Yes, I grew curious of why he kept buying flowers from my shop so often. And he told me that he visits his wife grave twice a month so he can change the flowers for her."

"What flowers did he buy so frequently?" "He always bought orchids." "Do you know the last time you saw him?" (Y/N) nods, "yesterday. A few minutes after I opened, he told me his son was graduating college that afternoon."

Mr. Homles sapphire eyes scan (Y/N)'s (e/c) orbs. Looking for any trace of weakness in her words. The woman stood proudly and stares at him blankly. Waiting for him to back down, Sherlocks lips turn into a smirk. "I see. Thank you for your cooperation."

"It's not a problem sir, I hope you can find the culprit who killed Mr. Samuel." (Y/N) said with a sad smile. Dr. Watson says a small "of course." But Sherlock stares at the female with clouded eyes. As if he was trying to figure her out with his eyes alone.

"Anything else I can I help you with?" Sherlock stops his analyzing once her voice called out to them. "No- I mean yes. Can you please give us your name?" "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), you can call Ms. (Y/N)."

"Thank you, Ms. (Y/N) for your cooperation."

"Of course."

The two walk out of her shop and vanish from her sights. (Y/N) takes in a deep breath, and forceful giggles erupt from her throat. "That wasn't what I was expecting today.." The (h/c)-nette wipes away the tiny tears in her eyes.

(Okay, I made a part two! To be honest, I have no idea where this is going, I just type whatever is on my mind and try to find a puzzle peice that may or may not fit the puzzle. Who knows? Hope you enjoyed a part of this installment, will there be more in the future? I dunno. If I could make a part two, it's anyone's guess. Thanks for reading! Ps. anyone saw ep six?)

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muzeez · 4 years

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Thursday

7th May 2020

18:05

It got to about 4pm and I decided I was going to brave walking past Henrietta, Merlin, Persia and Folie, who, as usual were "hanging out" outside the entrance of the building. As I was about to set off I could hear a brand new voice and when I peeped out of my nets a new guy had joined them, who's not even from our building. He was there yesterday, drinking with Merlin and Henrietta and he was virtually on top of Merlin. When I came back from the shop (yesterday) Henrietta had gone in. I walked passed Merlin and the guy, who normally says hello to me, and neither of them battered an eyelash at me. Just totally engrossed with eachother. I was fucking FURIOUS, not so much with the guy from outside, but with Merlin. I thought, 'yeah you bastard, you certainly can be an ignorant piece of shit, when you want to be'... all because he's got a fresh new person with him... Cunt. I felt so insignificant and almost a sense of humiliation. He speaks with everyone, even when he's inside, a person can't walk passed without him rushing to his window.

When this lockdown business started I was actually quite looking forward to it. I was looking forward to having a massive break from work. I was looking forward to not having to put up with the hostile crap from customers. I was looking forward, to not feeling like a total outcast around my colleagues and other traders, council people, employees. I was going to be able to get on top of myself, by myself, without nit pickers and fault finders and haters.

It didn't take me long before I realised that I wasn't going to get much of a breather where that was concerned. The weather's been nice and Henrietta's been out every single day, rallying the other neighbours to be on side with her. Merlin, Persia, Folie all making sure they get their social feed and I'm feeling like an outcast AGAIN. Why can't they keep themselves to themselves. The Henrietta and Merlin complain about how painful lockdown is for them. Henrietta hasn't even tried to stay inside, if anything she's socializing more than ever because normally she doesn't even work so what's changed for her??!! Then when she's finished having her fill outside my window, she goes inside and starts with her "facetiming" and trust me, she makes no effort whatsoever to keep her voice down.

Anyway, I went downstairs to go to the shops and I saw the door, leading into the back area, was open. I slipped out of that door so I wasn't forced to pass my neighbours.

I arrived at the local supermarket and there was a queue a mile long to get in. I walked all the way round the carpark area, so I didn't violate anybody's distancing.

I was becoming increasingly irritated because I noticed a dude had gotten ahead of me in the queue who I had previously seen as I was walking up the road and he was quite a way behind me and in the other side of the road. To see he was suddenly in front of me and well ahead in the queue meant that he hadn't been bothered about violating distancing rules. He must have gone up the steps where the main doors were, while I'd conscientiously walked all the way around.

I eventually got into the supermarket, I had wiped down my basket with a disinfectant wipe and I was picking up the bits n bats that I needed.

I kept getting a whiff of strong sweat like somebody hadn't used deodorant or had a shower for a year and as I walked down the last aisle, it became clear that it was the guy who'd gotten ahead of me in the queue. He was ahead of me again, joining the queue for the cashier.

My heart sank as I saw that that the cashier on duty was the old miserable bitch who always looked like she was irritated by me.

When it got to my turn and I approached the cashier desk, the cashier started talking into her headset and looking passed me. All the cashiers have a bad habit of doing that and it always seems to be when it's my turn to be served. I don't notice them doing it to other customers. Anyway, as usual, I tried to ignore it and maintained my usual friendliness, "Aya!!" I said as I placed my basket down.

"Aya!" she reluctantly said back.

Then I became aware of somebody stood to the right of me about 1 metre away. The supermarket have put social distancing markings on the floor to guide customers. The old bitch who was serving me and had barely looked at me yet, started talking to the woman behind me asking her something, it was in relation to the conversation she'd been having in her headset. The woman started reeling off what it was she was wanting. Violating my social distancing space and trying to put herself before me while I'm getting served and the cashier welcoming her to do so.

My irritation level was increasing and increasing.

Even in normal times, I've found when I go to the supermarket, staff are pigs towards me and other customers are always trying to make me feel like I'm in their way and they have the right to be ahead of me, when I have waited my turn. I have rarely seen it happen to other customers. It's always me. It infuriates me, especially because I don't do that to anyone. I wait my turn, I keep a reasonable distance from people in queues, (even in normal times), I don't cut into other people's conversations or interactions and I always have manners.

My blood was boiling and I wanted to turn around and scream "FUCKOFF YOU IGNORANT BITCH... wait your FUCKING turn and get the FUCK outta my space, can't you see the signs in the floor you arrogant cow." I know that if I had done that, it would have been ME in the wrong and the woman would probably start arguing with me, it would have been an excuse for the old bitch cashier to be even MORE of a bitch towards me and I would pribably end up being the one getting escorted of the premises with every arsehole giving me disapproving, hateful looks.

The smell of sweat was still hanging in the air from the dude who'd been served before me so I turned to the woman behind me and smiled, "That's not me, just in case you were thinking it was, it was the guy before me." I was ignoring every instinct I had in my body to spit venom at her and going the complete opposite, making a comment about the smell of sweat in a friendly, jokey manner. The woman just looked at me indifferently, with a miserable attitude expression on her face, as if to say, "why are you talking to me?"

Just as I'd finished the sentence and before anybody could respond with laughter or joke even if they wanted to and before I could even turn my head back to the front, the cashier in an abrupt and snappy manner, "five pound 45 please" even though she said please there was nothing polite about her tone and she was cutting off my comment sharply. So, now I'm holding the job up am I, bitch. A minute ago she seemed more interested talking to the woman rather than paying attention to the transaction with me and now she wants to get snappy with me because I've put my attention on the woman too.

I scanned my card and the woman behind me decided to storm off impatiently. You'd have thought I had screamed abuse at her.

By now my heart was beating so fast I felt like I had a trapped, panicking butterfly in my chest. I was so angry but I still composed myself and remained polite.

As I was leaving the supermarket the woman who had been breathing down my neck was at one of the main serving tills, saying something to the cashier there. As I walked by her she looked up towards the cashier who'd just served me and said "oh.... (something inaudible)". She didn't give me a sideways glance.

As I made my way home, I was thinking to myself about the videos on facebook where you get individuals having "public freakouts" and fights breaking out in shops.

When I got back to my building I noticed that the backdoor had been closed.

'Bastards!' I thought to myself. It felt deliberate. That meant I had to walk through the front entrance, passed my neighbours, which I really didn't want.

As I walked down the side of the building, I saw Merlin throwing something into the main bins. Probably empty beer cans. They weren't in any bags or anything.

"Aya!" he shouted.

"Aya!" I shouted back. Then he was off. When I got round the front of the building, I just saw the main door closing behind him. Everybody had suddenly decided to go inside. But I found it Odd that Merlin had been so quick to disappear through the door. Merlin, who can't wait to talk to people. He's spent every single day since lockdown began, outside my window, having a whale of a time, acting like he's topdog and spokes person of the building. Chatting and socializing with everyone. Even when he's indoors, people can't walk passed without him running to his window to chat them up. Yet, right now, he can't wait to get inside?? Shady little fuckface.

The first thing I heard when I opened the door is Henrietta, "... merlin,..... Oh I'LL TELL YA LATER!!" So, it was as if Merlin had rushed inside to say something to Henrietta, who was just taking chairs back into her flat. Whether it was to do with me, I don't know but for Henrietta to be suddenly saying something then deciding to shout, "I'll tell ya later" when she knew I was coming through the door. It's not the behaviour of people who want to make you feel good with them, is it?

As I walked passed she said 'aya' but it was one of them sarcastic ayas. I said aya back but I made it clear in my tone that I was pissed off and not happy.

When I got back in my flat and closed the door behind me, my rage exploded. It all became too overwhelming and I was seething. I just wanted to go to the shop for a few essentials and a little break and it was like I'd been bombarded with nastiness and shadiness from every which way. No love or acceptance for me whatsoever. If I thought a quick trip to the shops was going to make me feel better, I was wrong. Before I felt a little bit iffy but now I felt like complete shiy and I was raging because I felt totally unable to retaliate. I screamed "FUCK 'EM ALL" at the top of my lungs "FUCKING SET OF BASTARDS... I'LL TELL YA LATER??.... BITCH.... SMUG ANOREXIC BASTARD...." I was basically spitting venom out of my mouth and the rage was so that I didn't care what I was screaming but the anger was Still increasing because I wasn't able to scream it directly at them. I grabbed my washing uo bowl out of the sink and I flung it across the kitchen "SELFISH DISCRIMINATING BASTARDS.... WHO THE FUCK DO THEY THINK THEY ARE...." I ran across the kitchen and kicked the washing up bowl into the living room and it shattered into pieces, I went after it again and flung it back into the kitchen, imagining it was Merlin's head. It was Him who I mainly wanted to get and I screamed that fact at the top of my lungs. I was out of control. "Smug BASTARD.... JUST BECAUSE HE'S GOT EVERYONE AROUND HIM AND HE'S GOT ASBO GEORGE ON HIS SIDE" I screamed. "SHADY LITTLE FUCKER!!" It was so much coming out of me and it was mostly directed at Merlin. But I'm angry at everyone. Henrietta, Merlin, Persia, Folie, Johanna (who befriended Marie on Facebook but not me) all the outsiders coming to our building and giving Henrietta and Merlin exactly what they want. Oh and that Beatrice. All of them. Not just because of the current lockdown situation and their indirect disregard of what we should all be doing but I'm angry at the way they make me feel, by all having a whale of a time outside my window and calling out to eachother and the social isolation that they make me feel. Even before the pandemic, Henrietta used to do it. Rallying everyone to hang out, outside the main entrance but since the lockdown she and the others seem to have ramped it up. Including being friends with eachother and I've noticed she doesn't seem to want to bother moving to the back area anymore. They stay their arses in front of my window. Then I go to the supermarket and have the cashier being a complete Bitch and another customer being a complete bitch and people getting ahead of me because they don't respect distancing rules and they stink of sweat.

Oh, I'd also screamed about them DMing and contacting eachother because I know they do. I get the funny feeling they contact eacthother encouraging eachother to do things like banging and stuff.

When I'd calmed down, I actually had a headache, from the screaming.

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