someone should have stopped me from putting these side by side but here we are. i can't do this anymore what the fuck.
a difference from at least six thousand years—and they are completely different people, crowley is absolutely right about that. the starmaker was lost in the fall, and crowley has been trying to find himself again ever since.
the final fifteen robbed him of anything light that was still persevering, because crowley's don't bother is him giving up. he's done. he can't do this anymore and then he still waits.
he still waits.
and he will keep waiting.
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Oh my god
So 6 weeks or so ago BaldBastard tells us to get rid of the black supply tote, we're getting clear cube ones. Whatever.
The cubes are working surprisingly well, the sign holders fit perfectly in them, keeping it neat and tidy. Everyday supplies like tape, masks, and trash bags are in one, lesser used ones in another. Great.
Motherfucker shows up today and goes "you guys need a black tote. Like put the cubes in there. I don't know who told you to use those but you need the black tote."
BITCH IT WAS YOU!!! YOU FUCKING TOOK OUR TOTE AWAY! YOU FUCKING FORCED THE CUBES ON US!!! YOU!!
Then he was bitching ab how we need to liquidate more and it's like uh huh that's gonna work great until the liquidator tells us to stop sending him shit unless it specifically is in liquidation status bc they dont have the fucking money. You know, like what happened LAST YEAR.
AND he and FGM were like "you guys have a lot in the steel..." and RC and I went "no we dont! It's all basics! Trust me! Go look yourself!!!" And then they were like well pull from boxes then. Okay bitch so we're gonna have a full table of one item bc theres nothing fucking new.
I swear to god you could put an actual chicken in charge as our store manager and there would be no difference. No, it might actually IMPROVE.
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I think the worst part about remembering is that at this point, nobody is off-limits. i was constantly surrounded by people who were abusing me/letting it happen when with my father. in the first few years of trafficking me, we lived in a tiny apartment that barely fit two people, let alone four. my little brother & i slept on a mattress on the floor while our father & his girlfriend slept in the bed. half the time we didn't even get sufficient covers or pillows. and his girlfriend didn't even seem to think anything of it. never tried to help us/provide bedding, never offered to turn the heater on for us, nothing.
we were in such close quarters that I don't know how she WOULDN'T have noticed something was wrong, but. that's the same woman that knew I was sick and had a borderline dangerously high fever, but still drove me to goodwill so she could try on clothes - I was literally sitting on the floor of the dressing room with my head leaned against the wall, fighting to stay conscious. we were just down the street from where my mom lived and she knew I was sick, but she didn't seem to care. neither of them did. my mom was FURIOUS when I got home and she took my temperature. all she had to do was look at me to know I was really sick, and she was pissed at my father & stepmother for knowingly disregarding that. my mom & her side of the family are the only reason parts of my childhood were good. they care about & love me so much, and I'm so grateful for that.
but.
I'm scared because I think my stepmother's brother did something to me too, but I can't fully remember what, and I don't know that I'll ever have all the pieces to put that one together. I'm scared because my uncle (father's half-brother) always scared the shit out of me and I can think of only one reason as to why that could be, because he was never physically abusive - he could yell, but he never raised a hand to me or his two daughters.
we lived with him for a while, on two different occasions. I was terrified of him. I didn't feel safe if his wife (my aunt) wasn't around. I don't remember enough to know for sure though, which is the only thing keeping me from losing it tbh. that bedroom down the hall in that trailer was the first place my father raped me. they might've even been home at the time, my cousins & their parents. I just - how could that stuff happen so closely around other people and NOBODY noticed? it makes my chest hurt. how did nobody think anything was just a little bit off? I'd scream & cry every time it was my father's weekend because I knew what was coming, but no one else did, and I was too scared to tell them.
it's hard not to feel a little bit bitter about that. it's even worse to have to seriously consider the idea that yet another family member was abusing me around the same time. and if my uncle really did do something to me, that terrifies me. my cousins are both girls. their mom lived with them for a while, but at some point she seemingly got fed up (she wanted to live a very different life) and walked out, which left my cousins alone with him.
I can only pray that the only man that did anything to me was my almost stepmother's brother (the woman we lived with in the apartment; she & my father broke up eventually) and not my uncle too. I highly doubt he'd only abuse me and not his daughters in that case, and that scares the shit out of me. what I learned in those eight years my father abused me is that no one - and nowhere - was safe. sometimes the men would pay my father in drugs, which I now know they probably did together because she developed a nasty addiction while she was with him - I'd seen him do hard drugs pretty often, and she did them too. I wonder if she knew where they came from. I can only hope she didn't bother to ask, but I doubt he would've told her if she didn't already know.
she didn't protect me. she didn't ever try to get between my father and I, even though she'd witness him screaming at me & sometimes hitting me. I was eight fucking years old. I still remember the time I innocently tried to help with my brother when he said a cuss word & getting smacked by our father because I "was not the parent." I sure fucking felt like I was. even my brother's own mother didn't take care of him the way she should've, and even if she does now, that's not something I can just forget.
I don't know. I really hope it's just my brain being paranoid, but I can't know for sure right now. I want to be able to say my uncle only intimidated me with words/yelling frequently, but I don't know. I don't know. and I hate that. I hate that the memories come back with no real consistency, and that I might not even be done recovering them. I want it to be over but I get the feeling it isn't, yet. I don't know if it ever will be.
I just hope I'm wrong, because that would make things so much worse. the one place I felt safe/like I could get away from everything was the same place I was raped for the first time, and in that case maybe it was never truly safe. maybe I'm an idiot for thinking anywhere with my father was safe.
at this point, all I can do is hope he didn't hurt me, but I can't even be sure he didn't.
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Is it that Look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares Baby, I think I wanna Marry You!
Marry You, Bruno Mars
The fic these outfits are featured in can be found here (link to be added).
This is a bonus Post for Pitch Perfect RarePair Week prompt #2, which can be found here!
Artist thoughts, explanations, etc etc below the cut; image ID in the alt text!
(In case anyone was wondering if the girls ever found a good wedding suit for Beca, fear not! Here's proof that they found one perfectly suited to our favorite alt-girl Bella Captain!)
Tfw you start out with an AU concept for a Pitch Perfect Next Gen story centered around a pair of OC's and the shenanigans they get up to, only to end up writing more or less a prequel to that concept instead telling the love story between one of the OC's parents.
And then that story shapes up to be at least 3x as long as any individual story you've ever written for any fandom. Ever.
Anyways that is a fic that is coming, and here is some of the concept art from one of the final events it'll cover: Jesse and Beca's wedding.
These two pages came up because a) I love designing fashion, especially formal fashion (like for weddings), and b) these outfits will be featured in a full-page illustration/cover art of sorts for the fic, so I wanted to properly design them before i get that far, and c) they'll barely be visible in said illustration, which is a damn shame, because they're good designs! So they get their own feature pages so y'all can properly appreciate the glory that is Beca's absolutely kickass wedding suit (because the girl who has canonly only ever worn 3 skirts total--and one of those was just the og Bella uniform skirt!--is absolutely NOT going to wear a dress to her wedding if she can at all help it, and you may quote me on that!) as well as Jesse's rose brocade waistcoat with corset style lacing in the back (it makes his waist look good y'all). It simply had to be done!
Also featured is a rough drawing of Beca's engagement ring, aka a family heirloom passed down through 4 generations of Swanson men to their intendeds; it's a 20's era Daisy-set ring done in silver, with a single diamond in the center surrounded by tiny rubies and sapphires (which, why yes, that DOES sound like it would perfectly meld the color aesthetics of the Bellas and the Trebles and thematically represent Jesse and Beca's union, however did you know??)
Anyways, yes, these two are going to be the best looking married couple LA has ever seen, celebrity mega weddings eat your hearts out!
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