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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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Joe Quinn x Best friend Fem!Reader

The Field With You -Based off this

☆彡 - Word count: 2.8K - Not proof read!

☆彡 -Warnings: 18+

Public//outdoor sex, fluff !!, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, grasping, female oral sex. Squirting, nickname use throughout !!

☆彡 - So if people enjoy this, I will be making it into a fanfic called Peaches....

☆彡 -Tagged: @choke-me-eddie @thefreakofhawkins86 @frickinmunson @dylanmunson @heroeddiemunson @eddiemunsonswitch @oo0lady-mad0oo @vecnuthy

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| Masterlist | Peaches - 1 |

He had recently become popular in America and Mexico after the release of Stranger Things, he was travelling frequently which meant that you only saw him in videos and shows. Everything he was in, you watched. He always joked that you would be his N.O. 1 fan but you never realised he was right until now.

You missed him, your text messages were brief and cold as he rarely checked his phone. You reread old messages and smiled sadly at photos in hope that he would come home too you.

Before he gained intense fame, you never discussed the extent of your relationship but you definitely had feelings for him. After seeing every part of him whilst growing up, there was no doubt about it.

Your fingers hovered over the message box as you entered yours and Joes chat, you began typing. Rewriting your message three times before reading the final draft.

Hi Joe,

I saw that you were in the Americas! You looked fab, I hope you're having a fantastic time.

I miss you

Sighing to yourself as you bit your lip, pressing send. You stared at the blue message appearing in the chat, placing your phone down you decided to busy yourself.

It grew later and later, still no text from Joe. Deciding to give up, you got yourself cosy in bed and stuck on a film. As you drunk your hot chocolate, laughing along with the film your phone pinged. Excitedly you turned your eyes to the screen, feeling hesitant to answer the message. Waiting for a few moments, watching as the screen flashed more than once.

Your hands shaking as you checked your notifications, they were all from Joe. Squealing to yourself as you opened the messages.

Hey you!

Long time no speak! Ahaha

Yeah I’ve been across the pond for some time now, missing home though!

Missing you.

We should catch up when I’m back

His first message was a long one, a few others were scattered in reply to a photo he sent. You instantly began typing, waiting a few seconds before sending as to not to sound too eager.

Yes please! I would love to see you and hear of your travels, home isn’t much to be missed but I guess compared to the Americas it is.

You put your phone down and continued to watch the film until you fell asleep. The next morning, you awoke to 2 unread messages from Joe. Smiling giddily at your phone, you opened them.

Hey you,

So I’m heading back sooner than I thought!

I’m leaving in a few hours, I have a few interviews in Spain and the UK for the next month or so.

Rereading them with excitement, you typed your sleepy reply.

Oh wow! I can’t wait to see you!

If you fancied I could always meet you at the airport?

You fell back into the bed, smiling up at your ceiling as the light streamed through the curtain. Your phone hitting your collarbones roughly, causing you to wince in pain as it vibrated heavily.

Sounds good Peaches

Boarding plane now! See you soon

Peaches had been your childhood nickname, he met you when you were going through your latest obsession of eating peaches. You’d eat them from a can, fresh, cooked. If it was a peach you were going to eat it and many of them.

He had teased you consistently after the period faded into nothingness, at Christmas and birthdays you would receive a tin of peaches in your gift basket. It was your personal joke between the two of you, he hadn’t called it you in a long time.

Seeing it pop up on your screen made your heart flutter, Joes flight wouldn’t get in for another 11 hours. As you thought about him sitting alone on the transatlantic flight, your phone close to you as you felt yourself drift back to sleep.

When you awoke hours later startled until you finally got changed, it was late afternoon. As you stared out your bedroom window, the peach tree blowing against the wind. You smiled at the sight of it, thinking of Joe once more.

You sat at your desk all day, completing work as you counted down the hours until you would be in the presence of Joe. As the time grew closer and closer, you began to feel sick and giddy. Your mind imagined what he’d look like, it had been a few years since you had seen him in person. Every viewing of his videos led up to this moment.

As the clock on your desk hit 10:30 PM, you downed the rest of your coffee and began to get ready to drive. You changed your outfit a few times, not wanting to make it seem like you were dressing up for him but you were.

Your phone vibrated as you stood awkwardly in your kitchen as the remainder of your coffee stained your teeth.

Hey Peaches,

I've just reached London, now it's time to spend hours being frisked ahaha. See you so soon

Smiling at the message, your face hit the cool nights air. Joe's parents lived nearby to you, assuming that he would be staying with them you had no issue with picking him up from the airport.

Arriving at the airport, you parked your car. The time turned 11PM when you reached the NOTHING TO DECLARE area, anxiously waiting for Joe. A group of people rushed quickly towards their loved ones, you watched them as more people emptied out until your eyes met his.

Grinning giddily as you felt your legs picking up, your arms flung around his neck. Taking in his scent, he smelt of sweat and faded Cologne. His eyes were carried by dark bags, slightly blood shots as he smiled back at you.

''Hey Peaches'' his voice was croaky and soft as he held your arms gently between his fingers. Your nickname sounded better than you could remember.

"Hey Joe" you grinned, yawning slightly as the lights blared into your eyes. He giggled slightly, as you turned to walk side by side out into the cool night.

Joe fell asleep in the passenger seat as you drove back from the airport, nudging him slightly as you stopped the car outside his parents house.

''Where do you want to stay Joe?'' you asked quietly, he opened his eyes but you could see he was barely awake. Deciding not to push him, you drove back to yours.

Carrying him inside, his weight resting on your shoulder as he sleepily stumbled upstairs. He flopped onto the bed, his feet hanging off the bed in your spare room. You partially undressed him and struggled to cover him with the bed cover.

After collecting his luggage you went to bed. Waking up in the morning to the smell of fresh cooked food, your stomach rumbling as the smell filled your nostrils.

Following the smell with sleepy eyes, you entered the kitchen to see Joe dressed in a different style of clothing than last night. His tired eyes lit up at the sight of you, smiling as he plated up your food.

You spent the rest of the morning catching up with him, listening to his adventures across the globe. Admiring him from across the counter as he poured more coffee into his mug.

''You've become Americanised Joe?'' you laughed, your eyebrows raising at the coffee cup in his hand.

''Quite possibly, you'll have to revert me back'' he winked at you, your cheeks flushed red as he maintained eye contact with you.

''I think I'll have too'' All flustered you laughed heartly.

After discussing the further changes in both of your lives, you arranged to spend the day together. Joe informed you that he would plan the day, he always surprised you with the most interesting dates.

You continued to work whilst he dashed in and out of your house, after a while you grew more curious. He had been making a significant amount of noise in your kitchen, as you entered he jumped in shock. His hands grasping something behind him as he laughed sheepishly.

''Peaches, you scared me. So are you ready?'' he looked at you softly, the creaking of the basket diverted your eyes. Making you smirk at him.

You nodded throwing on your coat, he suggested you wait in the car as he rushed around in the kitchen for a few seconds longer. He directed you to the middle of nowhere, puzzling you even more.

The field was quiet, the London traffic was non-existent as you breathed in the fresh air. Joe was walking up the hill in front of you until you reached a gate, walking through it together. He placed it down on top of the hill, as he placed down the blanket you stared the view. You could see the whole of London.

''Wow Joe, how did you find this?'' as you turned to face Joe, he was lying on the blanket with an assortment of food neatly arranged next to him.

You gasped raising your hand to your face, kneeling down to join him on the blanket. You were in shock, he always managed to make things romantic and platonic without even trying.

Relaxing next to him, taking in the view around you. The sound of a bottle being open turned your attention towards Joe again. He had filled two glasses full, raising a glass in your direction with a smile.

Emptying the bottle between the two of you, you greedily ate the food he had prepared. Thanking him constantly with your mouth full of food, he laughed at you softly.

He leant closer to you, his breath was hitting neck. You felt yourself grow warmer, unsure if it was the alcohol or the fact that his hands were touching yours. Turning your head to face him, your cheeks touching as he closed the gap between you both.

It happened so quickly, his body was on yours. His arms resting either side of you as he kissed you, his lips were soft and wet. You had dreamed about this moment.

His hands were all over your body, pinching every bit of skin he could find. Moaning into your mouth as his crotch grinded against yours, your hands tangled in his hair. Pulling slightly on a few strands, you could feel his bulge growing bigger and bigger. Your hands slid down his body, gripping onto his ass cheeks as you moved his hips into yours.

“Oh Peaches. I have dreamt about this moment” your heart fluttered as his words groaned into your mouth.

His hands tugged on your jeans, ripping them off you and gasping as he stared at your thrilly pink underwear. He didn’t wait long before he ripped them off you, his head buried between them.

Your legs twitched as his tongue licked your clit, your head falling back into the blanket as your nails dig into his back. His hands gripped onto your thighs as he moaned into your clit, sucking it between his lips. His eyes met yours, your hips bucked against his face. Moaning loudly into the air, your eyes closed tightly as his tongue moved to your opening and slid inside you.

Gasping in both shock and excitement as his tongue moved in and out of you, your clit flicking between his fingers making your eyes roll back as your legs shook.

“Fuck Joe, you could make cum” you gasped loudly, your legs still shaking against the blanket as he lifted his head up.

“Not yet Peaches” he brought his face closer to yours, kissing you passionately as your hands unbuckled his jeans.

They fell to his ankles, your hand palmed the bulge that was throbbing in his boxers. He moaned into your mouth, feeling it twitch against your hand. Tugging on the elastic around his waist, letting them fall with his jeans.

His dick rubbed against your thigh, pre cum leaked out as he groaned loudly. Leaning his head back as he aligned himself up to your opening, maintaining eye contact with you as you felt him stretch you out.

Yelping at the feeling of his dick filling inside you, it had been a while since you slept with anyone. His fingers played with clit as he slowly slid in and out of you, kissing your lips softly you felt yourself loosen up. Moaning into his mouth as he began to thrust quicker, feeling you wetter around his dick.

“God, you feel so good” he mumbled against your lips, your clit slipping against his fingers. He sucked on his fingers, tasting you as he bent back to admire you.

Birds were twittering around you as he thrusted hard, gasping as his tip hit your sweet spot. Your hips bucking against his as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

“Joe, fuck. Joe. I’m cumming” your high pitched moans echoed across the field as you came, squirting hard over his dick. Coating the blanket and both your legs.

He giggled with you as you lied there together, his dick still twitching inside you. Slowly beginning to move again, his head tipping back in ecstasy, the noises of you as he moved made him moan.

His rings were gripping against your skin, causing goosebumps to appear. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes as he held your sides, feeling your skin as he thrusted harder and harder. His teeth were gritted together as your hips moved along with him, his eyes were filled with lush and desire.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum” he groaned through his teeth, your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist as he thrusted hard inside you.

You felt him cum himself inside you, your legs shaking from the grip you held around him. He kept moving even after he came, growling into your ear as his ringed hand touched your clit.

Twitching at the sensation, you gasped as he hit your soft spot again. Your eyes rolling back as he hit the same spots over and over until you felt yourself cum hard on his dick.

“Oh you’re so pretty Peaches” growling once more into the crook of your neck. It tickled slightly, you melted into his touch as you moaned into his ear.

You felt him cum hard inside you, the feeling of his dick twitching inside made you buck your hips encouraging him to continue. He stopped to look at you, clasping your face between his fingers and leant down to kiss you as he stayed inside you.

Feeling him go limp inside you made you giggle against his lips, his mouth moved down to your neck and collarbones rather than moaning you giggled as it tickled. He inhaled heavily and blew raspberries on your skin making you squeal.

"Joe!" squealing his name loudly into the empty field, your legs and arms trying to kick him off your body in delight.

He finally moved away from you, gazing down at you with a big grin on his face. Raising your eyebrows in curiosity as you pulled your clothes back on, you felt giddy from his infectious smile.

You lied on the blanket next to each other until it began to get dark, as you hurried back to the car. Rain droplets hit your hair, gasping in shock as it suddenly grew heavier and heavier.

His hand found his way to yours, squeezing it tightly as he leant closer to your ear.

"Hold on" he sounded giggly, his hand pulled you along with him as his legs picked up the pace.

Running through the wet field, mud was spraying up your jeans as you laughed loudly against the wind. The rain was coating your face, your hair was dripping as you turned to look at him. He was grinning alongside you, finally reaching the car he placed the drenched basket on the floor in the mud.

His wet and cold hands cupped your face, bringing your body closer to him as you felt his wet but warm lips meet yours. Kissing you softly as the rain didn't stop, it dripped between your faces making you laugh against his lips. Vibrating against his skin to keep warm, his body heat was attracting yours.

"Who'd have thought this would happen?" he smiled against your lips, his teeth hitting yours gently as he spoke.

"Maybe me" your cheeks flushed red from both the rain and the idea of admitting you had Joe on your mind.

"Oh yeah?'' he rested his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with a big smile on his face.

"Yeah" feeling almost as giddy as him, you laughed against his face as you gazed into his eyes. His face was barely visible as the it had got pitch black in the middle of the nowhere but you felt happy.

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continent-of-wild-endeavor · 8 months

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Job interview tip I got from a tiktok but it's genius:

If you were unemployed for a while, they're going to ask if you can explain the gap in your resume. Unless you were actually doing something cool & relevant, this is hard to answer in a way that makes you sound like a good corporate cog. So here's the best and infallible answer -

No you cannot, because you signed an NDA.

You now sound mysterious, desirable, worldly, experienced. They can't even really ask you more about it! Perfect.

#obviously it is morally correct to lie on job applications/at interviews #level that playing field any way you can #employment #labor #job interview tips

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theshadowrealmitself · 6 months

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I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

#star trek #Vulcans #Humans #not based on a specific thing #but I used to know this annoying couple that were ‘family friends’#who would show up to potluck dinners and the like and would either bring nothing or bring something really just. out of left field?#like a bag of frozen chicken to a bbq #and then proceed to make sure they are first even if it was stated to let kids go first #would take HUGE amounts before anyone else got a chance to get a plate #and then make off with the leftovers again even if they were already claimed for #and it wasn’t a food insecurity thing trust me I would never speak bad about a person getting food if that was even a remote chance #the adults who raised us knew them really well and we’d been to their house a ton of times #they were just dicks #and yeah. they’d occasionally insult the food. while eating the MAJORITY of it.#it was so weird at their home they would go out of their way to get the healthiest options possible #you know the really bland tasteless expensive stuff that apparently was healthier #but then if they were visiting our house they would. eat all our unhealthy snacks.#that always pissed me off so much as a kid because we actually had a food insecurity thing going on #and also a variety of other reasons that are a bit too depressing to bring up on this post #but anyways we’d hardly ever get to have nice snacks #and this couple would just take them all??? even after we’d tell them repeatedly that it was ours and those snacks weren’t gonna be #replaced #hated that couple #if you’re wondering why they were ‘family friends’ it’s because the couple who raised us #(it feels weird to type it out like that but apparently legal guardians doesn’t fit since they never finished petitioning 💀)#liked having them around because it made them look like ‘such great Christian’s’ being nice to the people #that no one else wanted to be friends with #I always thought that was a really weird and fucked up reason to be friends with someone #this got long sorry 😭

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tiffanyachings · 4 months

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Matching T-Shirts for You and Your Weirdly Codependent Cousin

based on this excellent post by @casgirl

#20% off if you get it with the cheap mustache rides shirt #the locked tomb #nona the ninth #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #paul tlt #field sketches #*#trivia section - i usually use dark brownish greys for cam and light cool greys for pal #(side note: i am BEGGING the sixth house to open their hearts and minds to more interesting colours)#so if you ever see them wearing sth that doesn’t align with this colour scheme (case in point: pal’s socks)#it’s because they stole it from each other #i feel like cam would be really into hiking boots (theyre waterproof and have good ankle support) so i gave her some #no notes on paul except that they have that ally beardsley enby swag. i know this in my heart

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 5 months

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weird hearing "were you a Theatre Kid" "were you a Sports Kid" "were you a Choir Kid" "were you a Dance Kid" bc no? i mean i did all of that and more but resented ever minute of it? actively avoided sticking with anything? i was a "In This Family After School Activities Are Mandatory Kid"

#oh and i was really really bad at all of it btw #which was a good thing actually otherwise i would have gotten bored even *more* quickly #christ if i was good at a Activity i probably would have had to stick with it #that would have been EXHAUSTING #i survived soooo many Activities by standing in the background doing the bare minimum so I could focus on the Hyperrealistic Daydreams #baseball was my favorite. if u wear a glove u can literally just stand in the back of a field & stare at grass & no one bothers you #i mean usually no one bothers you but there is one specific situation where everyone starts yelling your name real loud and pointing

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locusfandomtime · 8 months

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The maths fandom is wild. “Real” and “imaginary” numbers? I think you mean canon and non-canon. You guys seriously go “this is my number oc his name is i and he is the square root of -1” when in numbers canon lore it’s actually impossible to square root a negative but sure whatever. “Complex numbers”? I think you mean a character x oc ship. “f(x) = 3x - 5”? That is self-insert fanfiction.

#(spoiler for the maths finale) 7 eats 9 #mathblr #math memes #shitpost #locus other time #this is a joke don’t get too worried about it. I just wanted an excuse to say imaginary numbers are OCs #i would go more in depth but alas. as I’m making this I’m 16 so I haven’t learned all the fun maths lore yet #math #to reiterate: I am aware this is an oversimplification and not how maths works and nothing in maths is canon!#I am not trying to say square rooting negative numbers is stupid or impossible or saying imaginary numbers are a lie or anything like that #I just wanted to have a bit of fun with using fandom terms for numbers (and play off the stereotype of people who police “canon”)#no hate to mathematicians or the field of maths. You guys are cool. Sorry if it came off that way

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kizzer55555 · 26 days

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

#DPxDC #dcxdp #Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges #And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of #Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.

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striving-artist · 9 months

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Tumblr skews young, so let me just share this.

The worst thing you can do in a job is not be bad at something. It's to say you are great at something while being bad at something. If you need to improve and you're upfront that you're not the best, people will probably help or teach or explain. They will sympathize when you get put on a task you're not qualified for.

If you claim to be awesome at something when you demonstrably suck at it, all of that good will and sympathy is gone and it will not come back.

Confident is good. Stand up for yourself, know your skills.

But the other side of this is to Know your Faults.

This message brought to you by the 23yo who bragged about how he was great at X and had the best program for it, and I spent the weekend doing his job for him because he is so so bad at it, and only about 5% of what he did is salvageable.

#real life #can't overstate this #you're in better shape if you say you're not certain #if you go 'hey can you walk me through exactly what you want'#even if its just you saying 'I have never done this HERE can you help me be sure I'm doing it the way you want?'#confidence will get you the job #but if you lied?#its going to be years before we trust you again #and yes I work in a teeny tiny industry #so we will gossip and ruin your chances for a longgggg time #but even in larger fields #office jobs love to gossip

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inkskinned · 3 months

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you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.

(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)

but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.

(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)

there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.

(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)

you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.

(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)

you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.

in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.

but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.

they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.

it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.

#spilled ink #warm up #can you tell what i'm mad about today specifically #i will say that there are a LOT of things that go into this. like a lot. this is ungendered and unspecific for a reason #it isn't just sexism. it's also racism. and ableism. and honestly classism.#and before a healthcare professional reads this as a personal attack: i understand ur burnt out #we are ALSO burnt out. your situation is also dire. this is not an attack on you.#this is a commentary on the incredible amounts of bigotry that lie at the heart of capitalism #where people have to pay money out of pocket to be told to fuck off.#your job is important. so is our humanity. and if you cannot accept that people are fucking mad as hell #at the industry - you are probably not listening .#anyway at some point im gonna write a piece about sexism specifically in medical shit #but i don't want terfs clowning in it bc they can't understand nuance #> it is true that ppl w/a uterus are more likely to experience medical malpractice & dismissal globally #> it is also true that trans people experience an equally fucked up and bad time in the medical field #> great news! the medical industrial complex is an equal opportunity life ruiner :)#(if you find it necessary to go into a debate about biology while discussing medical malpractice #i want to warn you that you're misunderstanding the issue. because guess what.#cis MEN might experience this. particularly black men. particularly disabled men.#so YES having a uterus can lead to more trouble for you. but this happens a LOT.#instead of fighting those ALSO experiencing your pain.... try working WITH them.#which btw. is like. actual feminism.)

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