#no to complain but also FUCK retail

[dndnducks]

All I know is retail sucks, cashier sucks, being on bar sucks. Just give the people that work restaurant positions more MONEY for their work, and you as a consumer who is making the decision to eat there MUST TIP more.

Or else, don’t eat out. The people cooking and cleaning do not get paid enough for your bs long ass fucking order and having to break your hundred dollar bill and then clean the dining area.

#this is about working at Paris Baguette in Times Square #no to complain but also FUCK retail #15$ an hour? and it’s even worse in Alabama #a cook in AL makes 15$ #insanity #have the gall to look me in the face and say life is not fair #fuck you #retail #cashier #jobs #minimum wage

[lynxgirlpaws]

my father has sent me an image of a Stop And Shop Hiring Poster stating that "we will see them tomorrow" and "it is responsibility time, son" .. . absolutely sobbing seething and malding. how else shall i keep up my relatably pathetic NEET "girl" that fucking sucks aura and vibe which has drawn the favor of so many?!?!?

#i want literally nothing to do with a job of any sort and would unironically rather spend the rest of my life indoors than have to work #for even 30 seconds in retail . fuck that . fuck you. #also i am already backlogged on videos so much .... #[I am complaining to you all because I know if I said “I don't really want to work at-” to my dad I know he'll hit me with the “Idgaf”]

[yoohyeontual]

Not the kpop store and the store I buy Pokémon cards having a sale at the same time, with also detective Pikachu being out while I’m BROKE

#i already shouldn’t have buy that violet dlc I can’t buy more 😭 #I need to stop panicking everytime I think about getting a job and actually getting one 😭 #I just have no idea where to go everything around me is retail #I don’t wanna go back into retail I wanted to cry every minute I was there #I should get myself a job like backstore or anything with less public #I really wanna stop and get one but the minute I even think about looking and everything it means I don’t feel well 😭 #I seriously think I should get diagnose first but I need money for this so it’s just a vicious circle 🤪 #I also need to go to sleep now I have to wake up at 5am for puppy’s pills (I go back to sleep after but still) #I Hope m’y neighbours will let me sleep until 11am at least cause I’m exhausted and I don’t want to fall asleep all day on my mom’s bday #but knowing me stressing out about having to get up at 5am and am every day since last month all fall asleep at 4am and they are going to #wake me up at 10 🤪 #I Need at least 10 hours of sleep only one night or I’ll d*e #I’m use to 8 hours of sleep at least so 6 is hard on me #I shouldn’t complain people has it worst but my body is really fucked up and it makes it worst 😭 #alex.txt

[vitiateoriginator]

At this point it's basically mandatory to call a place to see if they're hiring for the position you're looking for. 'Cause if you find an application for a place online it can literally mean nothing. Gotta make sure you're not wasting your time now

#this has happened to me several times already #yes Im looking for a new job again #need something I can take the bus to #my fam has no car n Im gonna be living independently soon (with my datemate) n neither of us has a driver's license #nor could we ever afforda car in this economy #so rn Im relying on uber to get to work #and it costs between $14-$20 per one way trip excluding tax #and that costs me nearly $400 each paycheck cause I get paid biweekly. thats $200 a fucking week #I won't be able to afford that when my datemate and I move out so I gotta find something I can take the bus to every day #also I just hate how rite aid is run #they don't give me shit to do and then complain about me not doing shit like???? #not to mention being left alone often to work by myself at night #and the way the company handles things just sucks #but that retail for you #sam's rants about life

[doctor-wombat]

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#hey y’all I’m back to complain some more cuz I’m a little bitch :) #I just left work and GOD that shift made me feel more hopeless and useless than I have in a while #I’ve been working so hard at this job for months because I really really like it and want to do well #also I’m still relatively new to retail and I have trouble with my autism when talking with customers #but I was working so hard and I was actually feeling proud #like I was slowly accomplishing something #and I knew I wasn’t as good as my other coworkers but damn it I was getting there #but today I worked with the new person we just hired #and they had been given a full time position with higher rank than me #even though I’ve been here for months #and management didn’t even…ask if I was interested in the position #and on top of that the new person is objectively so much better at their job than I am #I’ve been working so hard and they come in and are excellent right off the bay #and they’re really nice too so I feel bad being upset #but god this really just rubs in that even working at my hardest im not as good as the person who JUST started #I can’t do anything right #im constantly asking for help and they just knew exactly what to do and could do it without constantly bugging management #no wonder they didn’t ask if I was interested in the promotion #god im useless and stupid and they know that #fuck I just feel so useless #even trying my best im not as good as a new hire #fuck I hate myself #why can’t I just be a functional human being #how am I gonna excel in any job when I can’t even do the basics #even after months of working really hard #and trying really really hard #doomed to fucking mediocrity I guess #not even mediocrity just straight up sucking #fuck…

[cosmicstarlatte]

Devil-Mart ⭐ (Obey Me!)

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You got hired at mega retailer, Devil-Mart⭐. Naturally, the guys "suddenly" need a job too and start working alongside you.

»Characters: Demon Bros + Bonus Dia and Barb

»Tags: Humor, Bulleted Style fic, Gender Neutral Reader/MC

»Notes: How about shopping with them?-> [Devil-Mart: Shopping]

Lucifer:

"...Mammon put us in debt this month."

Was worried you'd be bullied (or eaten) surrounded by demons/other monsters

Is that coworker who acts like a boss

Actually does make it to management within the first week

The customer isn't always right. He's the manager to call for rude customers

Actually likes stocking, finds neat aisles soothing

The home improvement dept is his favorite

Frequently makes sure you take all your breaks

Doubles as store security if needed

Mammon:

"I just needed extra cash alright?"

Was worried you'd fall for some other demon

Failed in all departments except online orders (he's very fast!)

Bags for orders would occasionally go missing

Took extra long breaks but Lucifer caught on and wrote him up

Would try to frequently visit you in your department

Started fights with other workers who were busier staring at you than their work

"They're not meat, beat it!"

Got fired for trying to steal electronics

Levi:

"Theres a lot of new merch releases coming up soon!"

Didn't want to be the only one left out so he applied...plus you won't see him anymore!

Electronics department ONLY

You won't find him cross trained anywhere else, he refuses

Is actually really good with upselling

Can be aggressive if you don't go with his recommendations

Has received a few complaints for that reason

Tries to match his breaks with you since that's the only time he really gets to see you

Was the one who tattled on Mammon

Satan:

"This is for research."

A lie he almost believes but knows he just wants to be near you

Works the same department as you so you see each other all day

Never put him on registers or customer service

Almost got into a fight on the first day

Retail is rough for him but he does it for you

Complains to Demon Resources about Lucifer daily

Asmo:

"Ugh...a job!? I'm gonna cry. Oh but my fans would love if I relate to them! And your job will be fun with me there!"

Upfront about his reason lol

Refused to do anything except customer service

Just stands back and talks to customers while the coworker alongside him completes any transactions

Makes DevilToks on the clock

Frequently leaves his spot to talk to you and Satan

Gets all the work gossip

Lucifer never catches on

"You know, this isn't so bad! I'm such a good worker right!?"

Gets employee of the month

Beel:

"I don't like the thought of you surrounded by demons alone. This isn't RAD."

Aalajffkslsjda the cutest honest protector

Is cross trained everywhere but

Never put him near grocery ever again

Likes to work with you if he gets the chance

Usually works in the backroom unloading and back stocking things

Has a doctors note that let's him take frequent breaks for eating

His favorite department overall is security because Lucifer gives him extra treats if he prevents high valued thefts

Belphie:

"I'm here because I have things I would like to have."

Is there an extra meaning to that?

Works in the back with Beel usually

Takes frequent naps in hidden areas of the backroom

Pretends to look busy if Lucifer is around

Also complains to Demon Resources about Lucifer daily

Fights with Levi on your breaks because he also wants to spend time with you when he can

Is the reason some coworkers don't approach you

He makes it known to not fuck with you

Diavolo heard you started a new job alongside the brothers! He goes to visit with Barbatos in tow.

Diavolo:

"Can I get a little help here?"

Flirts with you while on the clock. He thinks the red vest on you is cute!

Was wowed by the store in general

(Normally Barbatos does the shopping alone)

Liked sampling the food that was around the store

Was tempted to apply but Barbatos shut it down

Took a photo of Lucifer in his manager clothes

Barbatos:

"Seeing you here will make my shopping trips more enjoyable."

Praises your work

Did have to go to customer service to complain and ran into Asmo

Didn't believe Asmo was gonna clean the restrooms but at least the complaint was taken

Takes a survey and compliments you

Has to fight Dia to get him off the racecar cart

"It's for parents with children my lord."

Returns the cart to the cart corral like an upstanding citizen

My first bulleted story post lol. I had fun with this & hope to make more in the future. <3

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#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #cosmic posty post #crossposted on ao3 #obey me humor #obey me shitpost #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹ #shitpostcifer

[fuck-customers]

Hello everyone. I’d like to give y’all a quick recap of my time in retail this holiday season:

-two guests tried to fight one of our online order guys, and from what I heard they absolutely provoked him and started the beef by stealing things from the order he was picking for

-had two female guests try to fight ME because I had the audacity to ask them why they were opening boxes of makeup, and management pretty much did nothing about it bc they continued shopping and got to checkout like nothing happened. Then had a leader, who knows nothing about my dept, try to come over and say it was my fault for not saying the exact right thing to her

-had a leader complain to upper management that I “don��t follow direction” bc she tried to come over to my dept, completely change the way we do shit by having me and my coworker switch areas (despite me telling her that our fucking SCHEDULE literally confirms that she is wrong, which she even later admitted herself???)

-had a lady throw boxes of makeup sponges at me

-had to tell multiple groups of very obviously rich and entitled teens/kids that is in fact extremely shitty to get the electric scooters meant for disabled guests and instead use them to race, play bumper cars, or stack three people in the basket on the front of it

Also. A VERY SPECIAL FUCK YOU to some specific customers. An hour after I got screamed at and threatened by the two customers I mentioned above, I guy walking through my area then drops an entire like 24 pack of topo Chico onto the floor and there’s fuckifn glass and water everywhere. Since I had just been screamed at and my leaders did nothing to have my back, I was little bit in a bad mood by the time the broken glass happened. Fucking sue me right?? Wel two guests who SAW ME cleaning up the glass (didn’t even fucking interact with me, I remember) and I guess thought that I didn’t look happy enough while I was doing that and decided to fucking FILE A COMPLAINT ABOUT IT.

Literally what fhe FUCK is wrong with you that you see a worker clearly having a very hard day, in the middle of holiday season, and you then think to yourself, “you know what? That worker needs to be smiling while being plowed in the ass by capitalism. And the fact that they’re not deriving physical, spiritual and sexual pleasure from their shitty retail job offends me so much I think I’ll have to complain about them and make it even worse.”

I even remember who might’ve complained too. Bc the guy that dropped the damn bottles in the first place didn’t even stick around to see it resolved (naturally) and so I didn’t even interact with any customers while cleaning it. HOWEVER, there was a couple standing nearby that when it happened, they immediately ran to his side like “oh man that’s so terrible you must be having a bad day? Are you alright? Do you need help?” So I guess fuck the person who actually has to clean this all up, no instead we should fawn over the jackass who broke all this glass and couldn’t even pretend he cared about it. Because that makes perfect fucking sense. Also love the casual implication that retail workers must be smiling deliriously all the fucking time and that I am not allowed to show any emotions besides that bc I am subhuman and not deserving of any grace or empathy. So dear customers who complained… I’m literally BEGGING the universe to fuck you over and YOU personally because if you truly had nothing better to do than scrutinize the facial expressions of a retail worker you never even interacted with, you are truly a waste of oxygen and are detrimental to society. I hope your nastiness comes back to bite you in the ass. I hope someone kicks YOU while you’re down and I hope it fucking sucks, you worthless piece of shit.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[luvring]

Listen… you said we could ask for more hcs pt.2…………………….

RAAAAAAAAAAH

Ais? PLS? YOUR WRITIJG IS SO GOOD I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME

AIS HCS (2)

gn!reader | (part 1) anon you GET ME! BUAAAAHHH AND OMGG THANK U... that's so crazy actually i hope u guys think about me today i will b thinking about all of u😙🫶🧡 YIPPEE!

so stupid /affectionate. takes photos of you and says "now a silly one." or starts taking selfies without telling you

will do cheesy romantic things with you because you ask. he can tease you all he wants, and he wonders how he's found himself swaying to a song with you in the kitchen,, but then you hold him a little tighter and he's like ah. that's why

tells you to be careful with his horns. not in a they're sensitive way but in a please do not get in a position where he could poke your eye out way. rest your chin in between them if you want though

asks you to pay for lunch. when it's actually time to pay he's like "what the hell are they doing over there?" so he can pay first. you guys fight to pay semi-regularly. You are the people who made me want to scream and cry when i worked retail.

do his make-up. i dare you. what. you don't want to stand in between his legs with his hands on your hips while you try to do eyeliner Be serious. he'll be your test subject for new looks

or let him do your make-up. you can match w some red eyeliner :)

doesn't do any little video trends with you without being a little annoying/difficult but he Will do them and do them extremely well in the end. everyone's jealous of your relationship

if you're having trouble sleeping and try to not move around a lot in case you wake ais up,, it's too late. bro is awake. he sighs and nuzzles into you before being like,, "if you can't sleep, you can wake me up you know." or "how long were you going to go before waking me up?"

^ late night snack runs.. he'll stay up as long as you do. hanging out in a mcdonalds parking lot at 2am eating chicken nuggets who gets me

pulls your head to lay on his shoulder if he sees you getting sleepy. rests his head on top of yours

silently comes and lies down with you if he's in a bad mood. you don't have to talk or really do anything, just being around you helps him feel better. he won't complain if you coddle him a little though :) you offer to get him some snacks or cuddle him and he smiles against your skin. "i'm starting to think you have a crush on me or something." you roll your eyes and flick his forehead but he just lets out a breathy laugh. "yes please."

cannot fucking play horror games/movies around this guy like why are YOU jumpscaring me Where is my safe space. he relishes in you clinging onto him / holding you from behind, but he also respects you scaring him back if you're more immune to horror

don't start a prank war with this guy because that shit isn't ending. he excels in annoyingly inconvenient pranks Don't Do It.

tells you about the dogs(/animals) he saw while out during the day. modern au he sends you pics either wordlessly or guessing their names. "meet nacho cheese" "why would u say that" "that's obviously his name? have some respect"

ohh. people watching...this sounds silly. but like i'm thinking about how he doesn't like being lonely/isolated but Is and how he has to watch others enjoy themselves and stuff. so you hanging out together and talking and guessing random people's life stories is just like. a casual thing but reminds him He Has Somebody to do that with now

why'd i say that

you know how he was in the rafters at the beginning. yeah he's asking if you wanna join him up there. you're like You do that Regularly? not just trying to intimidate me? and he's like 🤷‍♂️ it's comfortable enough.

promises he won't let you fall and keeps a steady hold. See? it isn't so bad.

modern au tattoo artist ais who gets me. anyone. anybody. helloooo? guys please i'm gonna pee my pants

🏷 | @lost-lonnie @screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @respitable @semifilms @hexcoeur

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #ais x reader #nia + touchstarved

[here4kpopfics]

Make My Day | MYG

Just a small thing based off a real life moment that just makes me 🤗 no smut no plot not really anything to warn about. yoonmin version on my ao3

~

Today was a day. Working in retail is and always will be physically and emotionally draining and every shift has you questioning why, only to be reminded by the never ending alerts from your bank account of the answer.

Just a few more years, your debts will hopefully be less and you can move somewhere else in the middle of nowhere and never have to use your fake customer service voice again.

That’s the dream.

But for now, you’re minding your business, have barely spoken a word to your managers or coworkers because you’re tired after a six day workweek with hours varying between six and ten hours a shift, and you’re just done.

The few customers you did take, were complete assholes. Whether it’s bitching about the return policy, complaining about lack of discounts, or just ranting about the line that shouldn’t have been thirty minutes long (it was five to ten maximum, but go off, Karen), they all had something to say to test you and your patience.

Luckily, you’ve worked in retail for far too long that the yelling and the cursing and the name calling do absolutely nothing to you anymore. If anything, it makes you giggle internally. Except that one time you accidentally laughed out loud and that set off a whole new tirade about being disrespectful to the old white guy that was calling your younger coworker incompetent trash.

Because you know, it’s not the same thing. It’s different.

So you stayed quiet for a vast majority of your shift, letting your coworkers handle customers and you handled the go backs, organizing and reticketing those that needed it. You didn’t even notice Yoongi coming up to your station until you turned around, jumping in place and almost shouting.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Yoongi. Don’t do that!” You whispered, always afraid a customer would hear you curse and another tantrum would be thrown.

“I said your name.”

“Well, I didn't hear it.”

“I said it like three times.”

“Liar.”

“You can’t prove that.”

You couldn’t even look at him or bring yourself to continue arguing. You just roll your eyes and go back to your go backs, ignoring him. You have to ignore him.

You’ve had a small crush on Yoongi for a few months now. He’s sweet, funny when he wants to be, soft spoken, his long hair usually up in a half ponytail. He’s beautiful. It doesn’t help that he loves to loiter around your station, bothering you with random questions and comments.

It also doesn’t help that he's in a very serious relationship and has been for years. So he’s strictly off limits.

But there’s nothing wrong with a little friendly flirting, right? As long as you don’t act on it. As long as he doesn’t act on it.

So you keep your space, both of you talking only while clocked in, and keeping the conversations as vague as can be. You will not be responsible for any breakups. You will just admire him from a distance.

Yoongi doesn’t seem to know about this, though.

“You good?” Yoongi speaks after a moment of silence.

“Mmm.” You hum, nodding, eyes glued to the clothes you’re reticketing.

“You don’t seem good.”

“I can’t always have a sunshine personality, Yoongi. That’s not me.”

“Fair.” He shrugs, grabbing the go backs you’ve deemed ready and taking them to the fitting room to be sorted. You sigh, wanting to curl up under the tables and hide until closing.

You go to break later, quickly inhaling something overpriced from the vending machine and a lemonade, before returning to your station.

That’s when you see it.

It’s ugly, honestly. An almost cropped jacket that is Barbie pink and fuzzy. The price tag makes you want to throw up. This jacket should not be in the three digit range. Absolutely not. It’s hideous.

It’d look stunning on Yoongi, though.

You look around, there’s probably one or two people in line, but there’s more than enough coverage from your coworkers to handle the front of the store. You grab the hideous jacket, heading straight to the fitting room where you know Yoongi is hiding from customers.

When you turn the corner into the employee only area, he’s hiding in his usual corner, just out of sight of the camera back there and on his phone. When he looks up to see you come in, he smiles, putting his phone away.

“You need another rack? Didn’t we just switch them?” Your other coworker, Miyeon, questions and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Nope.” You look at Yoongi, holding out the pink monstrosity, “I need you to make my day better and put this on for me.” It’s half a second before anxiety creeps in that he’d call you weird and say no.

But he’s admitted before to trying on women’s clothing back here when there’s no customers, doing full on fashion shows in designer dresses with the rest of the floor team.

He’s even shown you pictures that made you fight the urge to zoom in on his butt and comment.

Which is why he happily takes the jacket from you, slipping it on in an instant and putting his hair down for extra dramatic effect.

“How’s it look?” He grins, doing various dramatic fashion poses for you.

“Absolutely stunning on you, ugly as hell on a hanger.” Miyeon replies, making you hum in agreement.

“I make everything look good.”

“Oh, shut up.” You roll your eyes again, unable to hide the smile he’s caused.

“Anything else? Heels? A dress?”

“You two are weird” Miyeon rolls her eyes with a smirk. Her eyes catch onto the little television screen above the racks of clothing that shows the front of the fitting room. A couple people approach the front, and Miyeon sighs, leaving you both to tend to them.

You watch her interaction with the customers, the slow dread feeling from earlier settling back in.

“You sure you’re okay, y/n?”

Your eyes drop to the floor, taking a deep breath before looking back up at him.

Yoongi is so pretty. His smile is adorable and comforting.

“Just a shit week. I’ll be okay. Thanks for putting on the jacket.”

“You’re welcome.”

You give a small smile back, turning to leave when Miyeon returns.

And that’s the extent of your interaction that night.

But, of course, it doesn’t always just end there. You don’t see him again for three days, schedules always being misaligned. But when you do, he’s stepping out of the fitting room in line of sight from your work area, pink fuzzy jacket on and a stupid grin to go with it, posing like an idiot to make you laugh.

#kelly posts #not gonna tag the networks bc I don’t care about this #min Yoongi #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi slice of life #idk #it’s nonsense

[dykesagainstgojo]

everytime i remember that jjk0 extra, where shoko helps the kids to find a job, i cant help but think about first year sashisu in the same situation. geto and shoko finding a job because theyre tight on money, and gojo eventually going to work with them, too. not because he needs the money. hes rich as fuck. its just that he got bored (and lonely, but he doesnt use that word) spending the afternoons by himself at the school dorm.

if it was some kind of retail i bet gojo sucked at talking to the clients, and geto had to keep intervening. shoko, who couldnt give a single fuck about the job, even tho she needed it, and who also knew that geto was the best at pretending to be polite + dealing with gojo (which was the most difficult part of the task), just went to the back to take "a quick smoke break" whenever shit started happen. so geto was left to fix things alone. and he hated it. the day would always end with them fighting in the parking lot, while shoko waited.

also im pretty sure they would start to call the other students jobless. haibara would genuinely admire their effort, even tho he already had experience with summer jobs, and nanami would try to remember them that they all received money for the missions, therefore they all had a job at jujutsu high. an attempt which they would proudly ignore. of course, the only person off limits for this bullying would be utahime, since shoko would always have a sneaky, hurtful comment to make about gojo and geto, if they dared to make any utahime-is-jobless joke in front of her.

in the end they would probably get fired for some stupid shit, like being responsible for closing the store one day, and leaving it a mess. the door unlocked, the lights on, some boxes that were delivered at night not even in the storeroom, just laying around at the front.

when the subject of finding a new job pops up, gojo would say that this thing had already become tedious, and simply offer to lent the money to help them close the month. shoko and geto would accept it, of course. however, they would complain sooo much about him not making that offer SOONER. why the fuck would he take the job as a funny thing to do in your vacations! its not! you fucking weird rich kid! in the end not even covering his ears with cursed energy wouldve been able to save them from hurting.

#gojo probably spent the money he won with digimon #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #jjk #sashisu

[devilfic]

❝wanna see a scary movie?❞

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader, nancy wheeler x gn!reader, robin buckley x gn!reader, eddie munson x gn!reader, jonathan byers x gn!reader. cw: fluff, flirting, humor. words: 1.9k.

let’s be honest, steve isn’t here to watch the movie

all he’d heard you say was “do you wanna go see a movie with me-“ and said yes before you finished talking

he’s much more focused on putting the moves on you so he goes all out: buying you all your favorite snacks, getting a slurpee with one straw so you have to share, bringing his jacket even though he doesn’t get cold so he can put it around your shoulders, pushes up the armrest between you two for “extra room”

it’s all fun and games until the first jumpscare happens and steve nearly launches the popcorn bucket into the rafters

bless his heart

he really tries to reset the mood he was making but every time he glances at the screen he just gets sucked into the story, waiting with bated breath for the next big scare

he’s wiggling all around in his seat trying to unlock some new sitting angle to best protect him from the happenings on screen which is fucking hilarious to watch

eventually the couple sitting nearby just up and moves somewhere else because he keeps squealing and whimpering when NOTHING is happening

at one point he’s just sinking into his chair with a hand covering his eyes and when you ask him if he’s okay his voice gets all high-pitched and he goes “nah nah yeah I’m good!! scary fucking movie ahahahaha you sure know how to pick ‘em!”

keeps whispering “fuck fuck fuck fuck” into your neck when the movie starts reaching its climax but he’s also peeking to see if the killer will win

by the time the movie ends he’s gotten to Zero Base with you and has also thoroughly made a fool out of himself, half in your lap and half out of his own seat

he’s blushing scarlet as you walk him out of the theater and ask him how he liked the movie, snickering behind your hand, to which steve shoves his hands in his pockets and goes “‘s alright. could’ve been scarier in my opinion”

super calls you an hour after he dropped you off at home to “talk” and definitely not to “keep him company because he thinks he sees michael myers in his closet”

it’s okay, you leave your window open for the big baby

robin is ECSTATIC

as a movie buff herself, she is more than pumped to see this movie with you. in fact, she’s probably more pumped to see the movie period

absolute fucking menace at the concession stand

she’s making potions with the popcorn and like three different types of candy, spilling EVERYWHERE (robin you work in retail you should know better)

like steve, she also gets a drink with only one straw to share but she also insists on mixing a few different sodas to make the most unhinged concoction this underpaid teenager working the concession stand has ever seen

talks your ear off before the previews and between the previews but is silent and seated once the movie starts

well… until she starts talking again. she likes to whisper her thoughts in your ear during movies, I stand by this

if you get scared, she slings her arm around your shoulder when no one’s looking and makes jokes that’ll loosen you up

“this killer is ass. how do you miss stabbing someone in the back that badly? my grandmother has better aim and she’s got carpal tunnel”

when the movie’s over, she grabs people’s trash that they leave in their seats and complains about people making messes. she is also People but shhh 

it isn’t until you’re away from prying eyes that she slips her hand into yours and smiles into your hair, asking you what you thought of the movie

please ask her what she thinks. she will go on a ramble of horror movie facts with you

she also insists she dress up as the killer and you the final victim for halloween which you laugh about until it’s the week before halloween and she’s standing on your doorstep with your outfits in hand

definitely straddles your lap and does a makeup test with fake blood to see how it will look on the big night. she’s very tender crafting that bloody upper lip of yours.......

if no one else is home, she might even insist she chase you around and try to catch you….. for character accuracy, is all

whatever will you do when she’s got you cornered in your bed, panting and warm to the touch, her plastic knife tipping your chin up for a kiss? beg for your life, of course

VERY similar to steve in that he is scared out of his fucking mind the entire movie, but unlike steve, he is not hubristic

eddie is 100% only going to this movie with you because he takes any chance to spend time with you regardless of what you end up doing

this man would shuck cow shit with you a field if it meant he got to kiss you in the end (preferably after washing off the cow shit)

wayne had given you the funniest look when you’d stopped by eddie’s and told him where your date would be, but it’s only when you actually get into the theater that you realize why

eddie is terrified of horror movies. I stand by this

this is also something he failed to tell you when you said you wanted to see this movie

the entire time he’s sitting there clutching the seat for dear life. you don’t think he blinks even once

if you try to share snacks with him or ask him if he’s okay, he won’t even turn his head to you to answer

man is glued to the seat like it might eject from the floor and blast him into space any minute

his leg bounces up and down in anxiety and you feel so bad for insisting you see this movie together because now he’s all wired, so you rub his knee in gentle circles and that seems to help some

eventually he stops tensing up just to hold your hand in his clammy one

by the end of the movie, eddie is jumping at nearly every sound

when you get back to the trailer, wayne just gets this smug look on his face and goes “so how’d he do?”

eddie: “I didn’t cry if that’s what you’re insinuating”

wayne: >:D

eventually wayne explains to you that when eddie was little, he couldn’t go see too many movies because he’d always get so spooked and then not sleep the whole night

he’d once caught eddie sitting in the living room with a baseball bat in hand waiting for any ne’er-do-wells to show themselves and from that point on, wayne hadn’t shown him any movies above the rating of pg-13

it’s cute though, because when you inevitably stay the night to comfort eddie, he gets to burrow his face into your chest and falls asleep like a baby

well. until wayne closes the bathroom door too loudly and eddie shoots up with a scream. never again

nancy is not. excited

it’s nothing to do with you of course!! it’s just that between her and jonathan, she was the one taking mike and the boys out to see the newest releases or renting movies for them at sleepovers only for them to all pile into her room at the end of the night because they were so scared

she’s woken up to a room full of snoring, drooling middle school boys more times than she would have liked

so, needless to say, her track record with scary movies has been very Not fun

but this also means she’s a wall of steel when anything scary happens, trust that she is an expert in her field and will gladly pet your head if you happen to nuzzle into her neck for comfort

probably teases you like “oh, you poor thing” and presses a discreet kiss to your forehead while you’re cowering from the killer

even if you’re not scared, you’re gonna pretend today

if you get too scared, she’ll drag you out of the showing by the hand and the two of you will hang out in the lobby of the theater just talking. she’ll offer to buy you your favorite snack and then scoot close to you to share. she doesn’t have to be practically sitting in your lap to share but.... who are you to complain....

nancy also gets the CUTEST smug look on her face if you insist you’re not scared and then spend the entire movie jumping and shrieking next to her

she’ll tickle the back of your neck with her fingers and laugh when you bounce away from her, warm in the cheeks

she tries not to be a tease but let’s face it. you’re so cute when you’re nervous

eventually she uses your jumpiness to her advantage and invites you to stay the night at hers, sneaking you up to her room where she promises she’ll watch over you in case any scary monsters try to whisk you away in the night

you’re far sweeter to wake up to, after all

jonathan goes ALL OUT

you can’t tell me this guy doesn’t turn it into a big event

he’s used to sneaking will into scary movies and it became their thing, so expect will trying to tag along with the two of you when he finds out what you’re seeing

you don’t mind of course. especially if it’s a sequel and will insists you all dress up for it

the three of you pick your favorite characters from the movie and joyce is immediately taking pictures of you guys in silly poses

will is still kind enough to give you guys space at the actual movie though. he probably gets dustin max and lucas to meet him there and they sit up in the front row while you and jonathan sit in the back together

mike wasn’t available for el related reasons

you and jonathan spend the entire movie either calling bullshit on recycled plot twists or nudging each other over cameos from old characters

#annoyingnerdcouple

eventually, when the movie starts to drag, jonathan scoots a little closer and asks “is it cold in here or is it just me?”

you glance down at his tattered, fake bloody shirt and snicker “might just be you, champ”

but it’s very obvious what he’s asking, so you push up the armrest between you two and cuddle into his chest, smiling when you feel his nervous hand settle on your hip to pull you closer

after the movie, jonathan doesn’t remove that hand

even when the six of you are squeezing into jonathan’s car and gushing over the movie, jonathan doesn’t release you until he has to slip into the driver’s seat

and even then, he holds out his hand on the console between you two and holds yours the entire way back to everyone’s houses

finally, you’re the last stop

jonathan leaves will in the car to walk you up to your front door

“you better hurry up and get back to will before he accuses me of stealing you from him”

jonathan laughs, “are you kidding? when he gets his driver’s license he’s just gonna ditch me for his friends. he can wait”

you mumble a “oh yeah?” and lean in, brushing your lips over his with the promise of a kiss. jonathan swallows hard around the lump in his throat

just as you’re about to press a kiss to his lips, you press one instead to his cheek, giggling at his shocked expression “let’s not give will too much to tease you over, hm?”

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#steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #jonathan byers x reader #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things scenarios #stranger things #mjwrites

[qqueenofhades]

It sucks that Target pulled their pride merch because of threats from domestic terrorists, but there seems to be something of a disconnect here on tunglr.com about what that kind of domestic terrorism actually means. I'm pretty fucking queer, and I'm not okay with a bunch of minimum-wage redshirts getting murdered over some t-shirts. Maybe there were better options, but damn, it didn't take much for people's concern for retail employees to go right out the window.

I.... can see it both ways, sort of. Which is first that as you say, it sucks hard that Target bowed to pressure from the literal worst people alive and yanked their Pride merchandise so fast (though evidently not at all stores). This is because it demonstrates to the terrorists that even their threats of causing widespread disruption (whether or not they actually do so) are effective and will spook corporations, and if they see that it works with Target, they are very likely to expand it to other businesses. As such, the people who spend all of Pride Month complaining about how "rainbow capitalism is so hollow and insincere and we don't need it!!!" should consider whether they really want it to be the case that corporations stop doing it entirely, pull all their Pride collections/offerings, and capitulate to stochastic terrorists. Because obviously, if they decide that it is more profitable/useful to do that, rather than continue the Pride collection, they will. Which is what the right-wing nutjobs are counting on, and why we can't let them win. Hence why Target's decision is so disappointing.

However, as you also say, the people who would be facing this directly (not the Target corporate bosses far away from any of it) are underpaid retail workers who have already been through hell, are in no way equipped to deal with this shit and should not be expected to, and there are still (at least for now) plenty of other places to get Pride merchandise. If the decision was in fact made in regard to employee safety, and not Target just deciding to bow to a tiny handful of execrable loudmouths (at least some of whom were evidently active on Grindr, because of fucking course they were), then yeah, that's something to keep in mind. If, God forbid, a Target worker was actually hurt over this whole thing, that would be awful, and no rainbow T-shirt is worth that. It sucks that this is our current calculus (we live in hell, we live in hell, we live in hell etc.), but so it is.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

[tittyinfinity]

What

"Since we haven't seen you since 2022, this appointment will be $45."

"I was here in September..."

"It's not in our system."

"Okay, here's proof I was here in September." *shows her my medical app on my phone*

"You sure this is the same place?"

"This building's address is on it. Also here's this" (shows a picture of me at the freakin appointment)

"Well without you in our system we can't be sure so you'll have to reschedule if you don't wanna pay the $45."

"It's not because of my insurance? I'm really confused as to why it wouldn't cover an appointment if it's been 'too long.' There are even some appointments I only get one free one per year of, so I'm very confused."

"Your insurance isn't in our system."

"How was my appointment paid for last time then?? Can I give you my information now??"

"It would be too late for the appointment if we did that, unfortunately."

"Ma'am..... I'm so sorry to do this. I don't like these accursed words to come out of my mouth. Can I.... speak to a higher up..."

*laughs* "No ma'am, I'm sorry."

"Great!"

and then I stormed out.

Look man it's not like I'm at a retail store. I'm trying to fix my fucking body. Yeah I phrased it in a way that she would laugh to make it less hostile but it still pissed me off. She was one of 4 receptionists and it wasn't that busy. "You can't be later than 15 minutes to your appointment" OK but i got to the appointment 10 minutes early and it's clearly not my fault that their system fucking sucks. I wasn't fucking late. The only reason I left instead of demanding to be seen is because I was gonna lose my shit. I have a hard time controlling what I say when I'm angry. So I'm complaining here instead

[sailoreuterpe]

Had a big fight with my mother because she was being passive-aggressive and unwilling to admit that she was being passive-aggressive. Also I figured out that I extremely resent her bitching constantly that she isn't snowbirding currently when AT LEAST YOU'RE STILL RETIRED. Bitch, I'll be lucky to even SEE my sixties and there's no fucking WAY I'll be able to retire even if the planet and society are even still around!! And all you do is complain and whine that you can't go to California for months to do shit all except read and sleep! I can't find a job that isn't fucking food or retail, my degree is worthless, no one will hire me, I hate my job, I work nine hour days and THIS WILL BE THE REST OF MY LIFE BECAUSE OF SHITHEAD BOOMERS LIKE YOU!!!!

[magniloquent-raven]

this post by @stevewhoreington got me ok i love me some relationship milestones, so here's some whatever this is lmao

**

Billy does a lot of things in anger, a lot of things he regrets, awful things that haunt him late at night while he nurses bruises he’s half-convinced he deserves. He says shit without thinking, acts without stopping to consider consequences, lashes out at the slightest provocation. His anger has ruined him as much as it’s protected him.

But despite being the stupidest risk he’s ever taken with his eyes closed, this will also be the best thing he’s ever done.

It’s familiar by now, the tightly coiled fist where his heart should be, shaking and restless and beating the inside of his ribcage, rattling the bars as it tries to escape, to relieve the pressure. It creeps up on him, rising in his throat like bile ‘til he can’t ignore it anymore, ‘til it’s everywhere and he can’t remember what it’s like to not feel it, but he’d do anything to find out. 

Usually that means blood on his knuckles and the hot throb of a fresh bruise, or cutting words slipping from his mouth tasting like iron and acid, and stinging on his tongue. Usually that means he’ll spend the foreseeable future drowning his sorrows, diving headfirst into any vice that’ll dull the sharp edges of his guilt. 

This time…

It’s just him and Steve, four inches of threadbare couch between them in the shitty trailer Susan bought after Neil ran off, the air hazy with cigarette smoke, the fan in the corner rattling because Billy still hasn’t fixed the loose screws, and an uncomfortable trickle of sweat running down the back of his knee. 

And Billy says some shit he didn’t mean to. 

Steve wouldn’t stop bemoaning his tragic love life, between mouthfuls of beer he’d list off all the girls he’d dated, complaining about running out of options in this dead-end shithole town. He’d been at for what seemed like hours, sticking needle after needle under Billy’s skin. It came to a head when he was on his sixth bottle, head lolling back against the couch cushions, his hand gestures sloppy and tired. 

When he started getting quieter. When he started telling Billy all the reasons he was gonna die alone, like he’d been laying awake at night compiling a list that he now knew by heart. He gets too attached, he never reads signals until it’s too late, he’s stuck working retail and he’s never gonna do better than that. He falls into bed with all the wrong people.

And see, Billy always knew he wasn’t right for Steve, that what they did two weeks ago—and six more times since—was a mistake, but he didn’t need to hear Steve say it. 

So all that anger bubbles to the surface. All his stupid hurt feelings, all the things he’s been biting back. It snaps out of him, spilling his guts into the smoky air.

“Steve, you do know I’m in love with you, right.”

Because that’ll show him, sure. It’s stupid, spiteful, to prove him wrong, but also…there’s a part of Billy that’s a different kind of angry. The kind of anger that doesn’t go away with a few harsh words, but burns low and bright and lingers, flaring every time Steve makes it clear he doesn’t see himself at all. It’s a helpless feeling, wanting to shake him until he stops, thinks, sees what Billy sees in him. 

Billy grits his teeth, grinding his molars to drown out the ringing in his ears. The room feels so much smaller than it did a minute ago. Even with a breeze floating in through the open window, it’s stuffy. He’s struggling to get air into his lungs, and his throat is too dry. 

Steve is blinking at him, a dull sheen glossing over his eyes, the furrow between his brows deepening. “No you aren’t.”

“Fuck you, yes I am. I have been since I moved here you prick.” 

“But…”

“But what, Steve?” Billy seethes, shoving himself into Steve’s space. Their knees jostle against each other. Their breath mingles, Billy’s coming in short puffs through his nose, like an enraged bull. “But Princess Wheeler would rather ride Byers’ musty dick? But every girl in Indiana is apparently stupid and blind? You aren’t the problem, and I’m sick and fucking tired of listening to you say you are.”

“That’s not—”

“Shut. Up.” Billy punctuates with a sharp prod, jabbing Steve’s chest with his finger. 

Steve grabs his hand before he can pull away. They stare at each other for a beat. The fan clicks, clicks, clicks in the silence, and Billy realizes he’s been trembling this whole time. Steve lets out a soft breath, wide eyes searching Billy’s face while he chews the inside of his lip. “Are you sure?” he asks quietly.

The question sits between them for a second before Billy curls his fingers around Steve’s. The motion makes his heart clench painfully. “I love you.”

“Huh…”

“Yeah.” 

Steve’s gaze drifts to their entwined hands, unfocused, glazed over. There’s the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He presses it gently to the back of Billy’s hand, just resting there while Billy’s pulse ratches up, up, pounding against his sternum, roaring in his ears. It’s a small thing, a warm thing, to be cradled in Steve’s hand, but it feels like sunshine in his veins.

A wounded noise escapes him when he feels Steve’s smile grow. 

“You’re kind of an asshole.” Steve murmurs. 

Yeah, here comes the gentle letdown. Billy wonders, idly, if he can bottle the sunshine to make it less fleeting. Save it for later instead of letting it fade away. “I know.”

“You’re always so…the way you are, I dunno. Hard to read. I thought it didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me.”

“...Huh?”

“I figured you were a hit it and quit it kind of guy. Didn’t wanna…cramp your style or whatever.”

“What.”

“Y’know, ‘cause I love you too. But I didn’t know it was too. When we. Yeah.”

“What?”

“I guess you…didn’t know.” He pauses huff a laugh. “Robin was right, we’re dumb.”

Normally Billy would protest, but the amount of information he’s trying—and failing—to process right now is making his head hurt.

“Are you—are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I wasn’t speaking in code, Billy.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?” Steve echoes, leaning in to nudge their noses together. 

He has no fucking clue what he was about to say, if he even had a plan to begin with, because the next thing he knows, Steve’s kissing him, softly, tasting like six beers and the cigarettes they’ve been passing back and forth but still somehow the sweetest fucking thing Billy’s ever experienced. 

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#harringrove #harringrove ficlet #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #a raven's writing desk

[literary-illuminati]

Book Review 28 – Finna by Nino Cipri

This was another slim book I picked up basically blind entirely so I had something fast on hand to read. Unfortunately, didn’t work out nearly so well for me as most of the other’s I’ve read. Which is a shame, because the fundamental idea behind it is incredible, or at least seemed like an excuse for a kind of ridiculous pulpy adventure that was just made for me.

So, the story’s about a pair of 20-something queer dead-enders working at a bigbox furniture story that is similar to but legally distinct from Ikea. The Monday after they broke up, they find themselves both working a shift at the same time. And, even more awkwardly, after a transient wormhole forms and a customer wanders into a parallel universe’s not!Ikea, the two of them are volunteered to go rescue the wold woman. From this follows adventures through wild and deadly alternate realities, self-discovery, realizing how much there is out in the world, post-breakup reconciliation, a moment of dramatic self-actualization-through-heroic-sacrifice, and so on and et cetera.

Now, there are good qualities to this book, but I will be honest that the weeks since I’ve read it have dulled my memory of everything except the petty annoyances. So this review is basically just going to be complaining about what I thought didn’t work or irked me out of all proportion to its significance. Okay? Okay.

So fundamentally this feels like this could have been a fun, cheesy absurd comedy about some #relatable millennials trapped in retail purgatory and all its kafkaesque upbeat cheer. Tragically it was written by someone whose memories or ideas of what that’s like were warped by too many years on twitter and around people being professionally writer for the book to ever really ring true (to me, at least).

Or, possibly better put, it felt like the book was trying to tell me what sort of story it was and what emotional journeys its characters were going on and what it was trying to satirize more than it ever followed through on any of it? Which is pretty unhelpfully vague as a complain, I’m aware.

More concretely, the emotional arc of the two leads just felt incredibly rushed – these did not feel like two people who had had a messy breakup after an incredible hurtful argument three days before! They were, at most, slightly awkward around each other, and inside of fifty pages they were friends again. Which was just deeply emotionally unsatisfying for what the back cover sold the book as, or for my own desire for my messy drama generally. More generally, they both theoretically have flaws, but you only know this because the narration keeps explicitly saying what they are and how they’re growing past them instead of them ever really, like, meaningfully fucking them over or causing them to be unsympathetic.

Our protagonist also just had an utter surfeit of self-knowledge – her internal monologue sometimes reads more like the author’s notes on the character’s passions, neuroses and flaws than anything anyone would actually think about themselves. Especially someone in her position. And all the therapy-speak just really made me grind my teeth (not least because whatever the book says, there’s no way she’d able to afford the regular therapist sessions she apparently has on regular retail wages. Which is a minor thing but a) it really does annoy me, and b) it feels telling.)

And, fundamentally, the book just kind of took itself too seriously? Or, more properly, given how utterly absurd the premise and most of the set-pieces were, it just wasn’t nearly funny enough. Or horrifying enough, if you wanted to go the other way – there’s the raw material for some decent creepypasta style horror there, but that would kind of undercut how wholesome and uplifting nad etc the narrative’s clearly supposed to be.

So yeah, ended up using some amazing conceits and occasionally great visuals to construct a pretty tepid adventure story around an emotional core that didn’t feel real to me. What a pity.

#book review #nino cipri #finna #sff #novella