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monstrousgourmandizingcats · 7 years

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@serendipitousramblings sorry it took me a few days to get back to you on this!!

So, I have a part-time seasonal job as weekend outdoor attendant at A___ Orchards in S___, Massachusetts. I work in and around the farm store but sometimes help carry in crates of fruit from the loading dock or drive garbage and recycling to a series of dumpsters elsewhere on the farm. A___ is a mid-sized orchard that does both wholesale and retail; it has a great local reputation and is known for fantastic long-distance views, since it’s on a hilltop. It grows mostly apples and peaches, with some plums and apricots, some pumpkins, some Christmas trees (my stepdad and I got our tree there at the last minute last year, and they remembered me from then when I did my interview), and so forth.

My main duty is directing cars during the farm store’s busier hours, and at some point I’ll be furnished with a clicker to count how many people visit us each day, but I have other things I do as well. A typical day starts with cleaning the bathrooms in the store, checking the garbage, and doing various sweepings and hosings-down; a typical day ends with much the same set of tasks, although it depends on how busy the day was. But for a good three to five hours each day I’m standing out in the sun waving my arms around. It’s not dictionary-definition manual labor in the sense that, like, factory work or the trades are, but so far it’s given me sunburns and blisters so I think it counts!

I wanted a manual job because I’ve spent most of the past decade in school and haven’t really worked before (which indicates immense class privilege on my part, although I flatter myself by thinking I’m culturally less of a product of post-industrial coastal affluence than my family’s current finances would indicate). I thought it would be spiritually beneficial to inhabit my body and live in my own skin, so to speak, more than I have in a long time, and I thought it would be politically illuminating to do some menial work without much in the way of workplace protections. I was entirely right about both of these things; I like the people I’m working for as people, and I’m enjoying actually doing the job itself, but in terms of pay and security it’s (at least on paper) sort of shit. (My main benefit is that I get to take home half a peck of peach or apple seconds every week; I’ve decided to think of this as a sort of old-school “payment in kind” on top of my wages.)

Four or five incidents with customers have been particularly instructive. Two or three are just instances of aging assholes in polo shirts making snide comments about ~how hard my job must be~; in each case I’ve just smiled what I hope is a pained, polite smile and told them it’s harder than it looks. Two have been more positive:

Two middle-aged butch lesbians roll up in a Subaru Forester with their black lab mix (the phrase “life imitates archetype” comes to mind). They hang around the orchard for a good chunk of the day and thank me profusely for my help as they leave.

An older man in a Harley-Davidson t-shirt with a walrus moustache and a gruff voice walks past me and the following exchange happens:

He: They should give you a chair! Give you something to sit down on.

I: That would be nice, but if you sit down people think you’re not working.

He [in a tone of utmost empathy]: That is true. That is so true.

Turns out, if you relate to people who seem very unlike you as fellow workers, you can find common ground pretty quickly! Who knew?

It gives such a great cross-section of humanity in general. I also ran into somebody who teaches civil engineering at my alma mater and has had extensive dealings in East Asia. His wife is Chinese but the woman he was with at the time was apparently Nepali. I hope there’s no intrigue there; probably she was just a friend. In any case we made good conversation for a few minutes before I had to wave some more cars in.

I do sort of wish I was doing more with the fruit itself, either picking it or packing it; then I’d be more comfortable saying that I have “an agricultural job,” the ability to say which is part of why I went for this job since I believe that agricultural is both a perennially relevant part of the economy and a place of great cultural and religious meaning. I’m also torn between wishing they’d give me more hours and thinking that the amount of this kind of work that I’m currently doing is about all I can stand (for the time being!). Those are my only complaints so far.

#personal #mamiinaandthediamonds' working grind #agriculture blogging #serendipitousramblings

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fatechica · 3 years

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Rising from the Tumblr dead to post the latest chapter of my fic. And, yes, you’ll noticed that it’s a Valentine’s Day themed chapter in April, but dammit I was gonna write their first Valentine’s Day come hell or high water, I was!

And, with this success, it’s time for me to slink back under my tumblr rock and reemerge much, much later like a deformed Groundhog’s Day groundhog.

(only I don’t determine whether we’ll have 6 more weeks of fandom winter.....)

tagging (let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list): @formerlyjannafaye @el-borealis @lovelysheree @milevenhearteyes @mikewheelersmileven @mad-maxine @elhoppers @maplestreet @thief-and-dragonfly @dustinsteves @elshopper @starcourt-85 @dustinhendrsn @lucascsinclairs @wolfhardfinn @serendipitousrambles @supercomms @schoolofrock @luke-patterson

#stranger things #mileven #my fic #why do i have to work?#this is why i have no energy to write anymore

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dustinhendrsn · 4 years

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hello!! after an aggravatingly long time of being stuck at 1,999 followers, I finally rolled over to two thousand! I decided to use this opportunity to 1) be sappy on main and 2) attempt a header gif. think it worked out all right.

really this is just a big thank you to everyone who has made my last few years on here worth it. ya’ll are all so talented and creative and just!! great human beings and I’m so grateful to get to know all of you.

for fagin and the gang: ya’ll already know how much I love you, you beautiful, wonderful souls. can’t believe it’s been a whole year - feels like a lifetime. love you bnbgs <3

@wolfhardfinn / @supercomms / @dobrien / @harringtonbuckley / @lucascsinclairs / @finnwolfhards / @elhoppers / @martygalwrites / @maplestreet / @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold / @fatechica / @siriusblacks / @milevenhearteyes / @serendipitousrambles / @bluecherrycoke / @singt0me / @arthoebyers / @formerlyjannafaye / @elizabthturner / @thewiitchergeralt / @janeswheeler / @el-and-hop / @thesorceressyennefer / @nessa007 / @jackmanhugh / @rainbowrogers / @smilecapsules / @michael-hearteyes-wheeler / @this-i-swear-to-you / @gwendolinechristies / @sadiesinkt / @moodyandmoonyeyed

hope ya’ll are all well and safe!! love you loads💛💛💛

#if i left you out pls don't come for me #i just forgot i swear #*#ff

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jsctens · 4 years

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tag people who make you happy!!!!

i was tagged by real life angel and fellow steve thirst partner in crime @harringtonbuckley thank u <33333

ALRIGHT . there’s so many people here that make me happy whether we talk or not or whether i just see ur posts on my dash so here goes!!!

[ @finnwolfhards ] [ @dustinhendrsn ] [ @maplestreet ] [ @dobrien ] [ @mikewheeler ] [ @milevenhearteyes ] [ @supercomms ] [ @elhoppers ] [ @lucascsinclairs ] [ @serendipitousrambles ] [ @fatechica ] [ @siriusblacks ] [ @hawkinslibrary ] [ @harringtonbuckley ] [ @wolfish-willow ] [ @milordmilady1996 ] [ @sadiesinkt ] [ @watchemma2020 ] [ @hoppersalive ] [ @byersbeefstew ] [ @xjournal ] [ @michael-vvheeler ] [ @mad-maxine ] [ @milevenhell ] [ @themikewheelers ] [ @ahoysailorsteve ] [ @elizabthturner ] [ @the-palace-arcade ] [ @jimmyhopper ] [ @janes-mike ] [ @el-borealis ] [ @partwayhappy ] [ @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold ] [ @formerlyjannafaye ] [ @nessa007 ]

and literally anyone who interacts with my posts or sends me asks / anons !! I LOVE YALL <333

#this was cute #i would die for all my mutuals thats just how it b #tag game

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supercomms · 4 years

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gr-ogu · 4 years

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I love you too. Yeah, don't go on about it.

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formerlyjannafaye · 4 years

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List 5 TV shows that make you feel better, then tag 10 other blogs

I was tagged by @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold . Thanks so much for the tag, Kat!! 🖤

These are my go to comfort shows!

1. Friends

2. New Girl

3. Queer Eye

4. Gilmore Girls

5. Schitt’s Creek

Honourable mention: Stranger Things

(I’m too invested to find it fully comforting as I feel the stakes are so high but it is my favourite show...)

I tag @maplestreet @fatechica @siriusblacks @annabthschase @janeswheeler @serendipitousrambles @stevemossington

#about me #this was so fun!#thanks for the tag!#I wanna do one with movies now

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elshopper · 5 years

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Everything

Oh, what do ya know? I wrote something!

Summary -- Mike and El have nothing to do but wait on the back of an ambulance, and they spend this brief little eye-of-the-storm taking care of each other. Just like they always have.

Read below, or on ao3 here.

El could feel everything.

She could feel the tiny needle and thread that was stitching into her shin, pulling her skin back together so slowly that it was absolutely agonizing to endure. She could feel the muscles in her arms and shoulders shaking from overuse, or exhaustion, or shock, or a toxic combination of the three. She could feel the constant ringing that reverberated in her skull, like a blaring alarm with no off switch. She could feel a weight too, resting so pointedly on her shoulders, that she knew wouldn’t lift until Joyce and Hopper returned.

They would scoop them all up. Scold them and dust them off and bring them home. Get their stories straight. Take everyone back to their families, one by one.

This has to be a strange tradition, El thought to herself as she tried to focus on anything other than the woman stitching into her flesh like she was some kind of garment. But that’s what this is now. A tradition.

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” the nurse said as El winced after a particularly rough pull of the suture. “Only a few more stitches to go.”

El sighed and closed her eyes to avoid the gory scene in front of her, though it barely held a candle to everything else she’d seen over the gruesome course of the past several days. Those images flashed behind her closed eyelids and she shuttered them back open to stare blearily at the haze of flashing lights and bodies running in and out of the mall doors.

But instead of the scene she was expecting, she opened her eyes to find Mike standing in front of her, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a white bandage taped to his forehead. The dried blood on the side of his nose had been wiped away, and he gave El a weak smile as he motioned to the empty space beside her. He had been there since the medics had all arrived, and was only pulled away to have his own wound cleaned up. El nodded for him to sit back down.

“I didn’t need any stitches,” he said as he hoisted himself up to sit on El’s right side. “So that’s some good news at least.”

“But will you have a badass scar?” El asked, raising her eyebrows to tease him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, letting out the smallest laugh. “Probably not. Nothing like yours.” El’s heart fluttered, but she refocused.

“Did you see Max?”

“Yeah, she’s just shocked. That’s all. She’s not hurt.” he replied. “Just kind of… staring. Lucas is sitting with her.”

“Did you tell her I said I was sorry?”

“Yes, El, but I still don’t think you needed to.”

But she did need to. Mike was wrong. El couldn’t save him like Max needed her to and it crushed her in the most painful way.

“What did she say?”

“She said she was sorry, too.”

“What is she sorry for…” El asked under her breath, folding her arms across her chest.

Mike just shrugged his shoulders and stared blankly ahead, scanning the crowd for Joyce or Hopper just like El had been doing minutes prior. After a few beats of silence, he wordlessly pulled the blanket from around his shoulders to drape it around the pair of them. She realized then that she had been shivering, despite the humid July night.

“All done,” the nurse cut in, securing the last bit of tape on the bandage she had been fashioning. El hadn’t even noticed her working since Mike sat down next to her. “Just remember to tell your parents to change the gauze every couple of hours. Even overnight.”

El let out a small and raspy “Thanks,” and Mike nodded as she packed up the last of her medical kit and turned to address another person’s grisly wounds.

“Everyone else?” El asked as soon as she walked to her next station.

Mike nodded.

“They’re okay. You definitely have the worst of it. Steve has a pretty nasty black eye, but yours is way way worse.”

El smiled a little.

“Who hit Steve this time?”

Mike laughed at that one. Just a little chuckle slipped out – nothing too loud.

“I don’t know. I think one of the Russians maybe? I haven’t heard the full story yet. I can’t believe Dustin was trapped down there with them for twenty-four whole hours…”

El dropped her head onto Mike’s shoulder as she listened to him piece together all the seemingly awesome parts of their eventful evening, hoping that the combination of his voice and his body heat would do something to ease the incessant ringing in her ears. It pulsated all through her head, almost like her brain had turned itself into a heart and it was trying to pump the blood back into her skull. Trying to recuperate. Scrambling to heal itself. But she didn’t want to think about that. Not right now.

She closed her eyes again and drew in a long, shaky breath. She linked her arm around Mike’s and at the gesture he crossed his left leg with her right, swinging them slightly as they dangled off the back of the ambulance. It almost felt back to normal, despite their absolutely not normal surroundings.

“Is your head feeling any better?” he asked.

“A little.”

It wasn’t a lie. He was at least doing a good job of pulling her focus to something else. Anything else.

“That’s good. That’s a good sign, right?”

El nodded. She just wanted him to keep talking so she could keep hearing his voice. Earlier in the night, she had been scared she would never get to hear it again.

“Mike.”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me something good…” Tell me what you were trying to say earlier. “Please?”

“Well, good news is my mom always makes an apple pie for the Fourth of July and she probably has it out at home right now and after this we can go and I’ll cut you however big a slice you want. Seriously. Even if you want half the pie.”

El felt a small smile creep across her face.

“And I was thinking of biking to the video store next week to grab some movies for us and we can watch them together. If you want. I promise I’ll get stuff you like. No scary movies.”

A giggle escaped her, and she almost had to cover her mouth with her hand to conceal it. It felt wrong to laugh in this atmosphere, but it was never wrong to laugh with him.

“And I’m going to talk to Hopper I think. When they get back. I’m going to tell him I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I mean, he just cares about you. Just like I do. He just… I mean… he just worries…”

Mike continued to stumble over his words, and adorably so in El’s opinion. She knew what he was trying to say, even though he couldn’t quite get it out the way he wanted.

“Hey,” she cut him off from his ramblings, and he seemed grateful, sighing and looking down at her face that was nuzzled into his shoulder.

“You’re my boyfriend again?” she asked, looking up and into his eyes for the first time since he’d sat next to her. They were bleary with shed tears and bloodshot from exhaustion. They shone with the array of red, white and blue flashing lights that surrounded them on all sides, but they lit up even more at her question.

“Well… I mean… if you want…”

She didn’t want him to suffer through another stammering sentence, she really didn’t. No matter how amusing or endearing.

“I do,” she smiled up at him. It all seemed so small compared to everything that was happening around them. The wailing sirens in the distance. The soldiers and their stomping boots. The choppers spinning their blades above their heads.

It also felt like the most important thing she could say. It was the last little shred of their life before all of this, and she wanted to cling to it.

“Okay, me too,” Mike said, that dopey smile of his that she loved oh so much spreading quickly across his face. It caused the tape on his bandage to pucker a little.

El moved her left hand up to his face so she could whisper something in his ear, and he leaned in closer so he could hear. Just like he always did. Just like they had before.

“You were right, earlier,” she whispered, “Being broken up is hard. And it’s stupid.”

She rested her chin on his shoulder, waiting for him to whisper some sweet nothing right back to her. He took a minute, looking down.

“Yeah,” Mike said solemnly, looking at their swinging feet, “Let’s never do it again.”

She felt him tense up against her right after he said it, probably kicking himself mentally for being too forward or whatever but she didn’t mind it at all. She wasn’t fazed. She understood. She agreed. He was silly to think that she wouldn’t.

“Okay,” she replied, talking him off of his mental ledge. She pressed a kiss to his cheek before settling back down to his side. “We won’t.”

It was back to waiting for now, but Mike was doing a good job of distracting her from what lied ahead. He always did. Ever so briefly, El felt calm. Happy, in a strange way. Her family was safe. Mike was safe. Max was safe. Hopper and Joyce would charge back on to the scene any minute now. El smiled as she moved her hand down from Mike’s arm to grasp onto his hand, and they fit together like two puzzle pieces. Just like they always had.

And El could feel everything.

for the wives, of course: @ericasinclairs @summer-in-hawkins @dustinhendrsn @mikeswheeler @mikewheeler @milevenhearteyes @elhoppers @serendipitousrambles @elshopper @scooptroops @lucascsinclairs

#stranger things #stranger things 3 #mileven #eleven #stranger things fan fiction #stranger things fic #stranger things 3 fan fiction #mileven fan fiction #lets be honest tho #this is canon #writing things #ao3 #mileven fan fic #mike wheeler #stranger things 3 fan fic

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 4 years

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Get to Know Me Meme

I was tagged by @kirarahu, thanks!

Name: I’ll keep that to myself. But I’ll just say, those who’ve known me for a looonnggggg time might remember my old username. It was when I had “hotel” in the name. If you remember the second half, that’s my real name.

Height: 5’11”

Wearing: Plain old red shirt and pajama pants

Introvert or Extrovert: Introverted but I have extroverted tendencies. Not a lot but enough so that I can survive a group conversation.

Siblings: 1

Following: 1,234 (I tend to not unfollow people unless they turn into a garbage human being)

Followers: Oh jeez, it’s at 3,893.

Degrees: Bachelor’s and headed to law school! So maybe JD in a few years???

Instruments: Used to play piano, xylophone, and trumpet, I know some guitar, and I know how to hit a few notes on the flute. For the record, in high school, I was in marching band, jazz band, and drumline. Not trying to flex, I just want to put some context on why I’ve played so many instruments.

Favorite author: Don’t really have one. Maybe Tess Gerritsen?

Favorite Star Wars: Rogue One

Last Google search: Looks likes it’s “yui samidare danganronpa”. I guess I needed to remember who that character was.

Recommend a video game: Telltale’s The Walking Dead, Danganronpa 1 and 2, Ace Attorneys 1-3, Resident Evil 2, Journey, Mass Effect 1-3, Uncharted 4

Recommend a music album: AC/DC “Who Made Who” aka the soundtrack to Stephen King’s Maximum Overdrive!

Recommend a book: “The Mephisto Club” by Tess Gerritsen

Recommend a recipe: I don’t really cook so...can’t really answer this. I guess maybe chicken adobo? That’s a good Filipino dish and, well, I’m Filipino so there you go.

Share a creative thought that you had today: I solved a problem at work today (won’t get too heavy into details as I work for a law firm). Let’s just say, I determined what the issue was and I developed a method to solve it.

I tag: @araku-validrava, @oddlylovingdreams, @nerdlove4thewin, @angel-starbeam, @suzieloveships, @blackaquokat, @laurengoesforaspin, @serendipitousrambles, @art-stan, @aceattorneigh

#tagged post #feel free to answer #get to know me

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