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qualms
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"Remus, Moony - how many times have I bloody told you -" Sirius' footsteps come creaking down the old wood steps of the cottage, following the path Remus had just tread.
"He's gotten... it's just been...different. Harder. Over the years. Is all I'm saying." The first time he's admitted it, out loud, and it has to be to Sirius. Who else, really? Remus looks away, his eyes catching the last rays of the weak wintertime sun. He's tired, his limbs positively aching for the moon to break and reform them into something stronger than the sad sack of bones he currently inhabits. He looks at Sirius, standing earnestly at the base of the stairs, still too pale, still too thin, but at least his shorn hair is gaining back its ebony luster. Running out of time to argue, the resolve that was so strong a week ago crumbling against the weight of the moon, Remus heaves a quiet sigh.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Remus, I know you. Padfoot knows you. It's the first moon since I've -" Sirius pauses, takes the final step down into the room. "Let me help. Please. I just, I just want to help you." It's the closest to begging Remus has seen him in a long time, ever, perhaps, and it upsets his already queasy stomach.
"Ok, ok." Remus watches Sirius move closer at his surrender. Despite their difference in size, Sirius has always managed to make Remus feel small, permeate his space in way where he is just everywhere, and Remus thinks Sirius knows exactly what he's doing now, crowding him up against the door.
"But you have to promise me -" Remus starts, but gets distracted at Sirius' hand, just now rested on his shoulder, and Sirius' face, a hint of a smile, cocksure and seventeen again playing at his lips.
"I prom -" His eyebrows raised, eyes wide in that way of his. Sirius' entire visage sends Remus back to memories of their youth, whispering war-time promises and reassurances like prayers.
"No, promise me, Sirius, that if it gets bad, if Padfoot can't control me, that you'll go. Please. It's not as easy without -" Remus stops himself. "Just promise me."
"To you Moony, I promise. Cross m' heart and all that." Sirius' other hand weaves it's way into Remus', warm and heavy and familiar. Remus tries not to smile, bites back the clear sign that will give Sirius the satisfaction of winning, and pushes the backdoor open.
"Let's see if Pads can still keep up then, yeah? Remus taunts, leading them out into the dimming garden, hands still intertwined, grasps just a bit tighter.
"Oh don't you start - " Sirius' protests are cut off, definitely accidentally, as Remus pulls him closer, and disapparates, sending them off into the light the of the rising moon with a pop.
cross-posted on A03
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ghostofgeorgebush · 1 year
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they’re arguing? a man has qualms and they’re ARGUING??
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the-mainverse · 2 years
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Welp, away from SF..
Beryl: Wh-who…?
Qualms: I knew that guy was sketchy!
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declamationark · 1 month
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DPxDC prompt: Danny Phantom is an extremely high-level threat due to his capabilities and experience battling against his ghostly enemies. Batman is creating a contingency plan for him and Constantine's advice, as the one who dances the tango with the Infinite Realms? A bone-weary sigh of "plop him down a telly and put on a NASA documentary or something. It's like you haven't been dealing with teen kids for decades now fer fuck's sake."
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foldingfittedsheets · 3 months
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I worked retail for a long time and people really do treat you like shit sometimes. But between selling sex toys, mattresses, and jewelry I can say definitively I got treated worst selling mattresses.
All three of my jobs were in sales but selling sex toys we were allowed to put people in their place, and in jewelry people didn’t want to misbehave in a fancy setting. But people at the mattress store had no problem yelling at me, hitting on me, or insulting me to my face.
For a while I was managing my own store for the company. I ran a small location and had struggling employees placed with me for rehabilitation. If their numbers improved they could go back to bigger stores. If not, they got fired.
So this meant I was the manager of problem employees. At one point both of my people had a foot out the door. The company was going downhill and changed computer systems and they were fed up. Consequently, they made a ton of mistakes, because they just didn’t care about the job or learning the new systems.
I strolled into work on what was essentially my Monday to a shit show. Deliveries scheduled without product, wrong things on orders, poor expectations of the process, you name it. I spent the entire morning getting yelled at for mistakes that weren’t mine.
The final straw came when a man called furious that his moms bed for her nursing home had a delivery window he couldn’t accommodate. This wasn’t a huge disaster since we still had time to deliver it before she moved. I ran him through the options and he just kept screaming at me. Not for a solution but because I was there and he was frustrated.
My heart filled with malice and a cold fury. A calculating part of my brain had a realization in that moment that I could stay a punching bag or I could strike back.
I quavered my voice delicately, taking in a shaky, warbling breath like I was trying not to cry. “Sir,” I quivered through fake tears, “I don’t know what you want from me! I told you what I can do, I didn’t make this mistake I’m just trying to fix it!” My voice broke pitifully on the last syllables, sounding in all ways like a sweet innocent person being yelled at who’s just trying her best, really!
It was like I’d doused him with cold water. My emotional act was the realization that he was screaming at someone who was just doing their damn job, and he was being an asshole. He hastily made an excuse and hung up.
I had a third employee covering with me from another store that day who heard everything. When I hung up, I looked over to see them watching me with an awed expression. “Did… did you just pretend to cry?”
“I absolutely fucking did,” I said with feeling, “and I’d do it a thousand more times. If that’s what it takes for someone to realize they’re behaving like a fucking prick, they deserve it.” The employee looked at me like I was their hero.
The man called back, apologizing profusely, having magically arranged his schedule to accommodate delivery. He came in later that week with an apology Starbucks gift card. I was gracious in my acceptance.
I pulled it a few more times before leaving the company. I felt no shame in the ruse. If someone behaves so poorly that it’s plausible their behavior would drive someone to tears they deserve to feel absolutely wretched about it.
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arealtrashact · 6 months
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Now it's my turn to chase the monsters away
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dapper-lil-arts · 30 days
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You try to do a favor for a friend, but
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spoopdeedoop · 6 months
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there was a stunning lack of mk and tang content in the show. unacceptable
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joethesparkle · 10 months
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the thrilling sequel, dedicated to everyone who wanted to see Reigen adopt Teru!
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awrittenrebirth · 2 years
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10:33pm
ahhh the creative guilt, the non-writing writer's guilt...
am i too scared to commit or simply not passionate enough to write a long form story? because rn i am pondering why the heck i have never written more than a short story?
i think the answer is because i kinda don't believe myself and i want my drafts to be perfect on the first go.
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elizakai · 3 months
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Careful who you pledge your soul to.
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the-mainverse · 2 years
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*i smiled*
Beryl: H-hehe. Do you two want a leaf crown too?
Qualms: No thanks…
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knifefightandchill · 30 days
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shrimpchipsss · 3 days
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dragon binghe greets shizun
for RileyKitty for SVSSSAction
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saltpepperbeard · 2 months
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reason number 25845342324352422 of why we need our third season: i need to hear stede call ed "darling"
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pathetic-gamer · 3 months
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