#to be very honest when we go to the thrift store and i look at the cds

[deadpool15]

Sugarbaby vibes ✨️

I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.

Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.

But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.

"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.

I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."

I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.

After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."

Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.

Rule 1: Don't question anything

Rule 2: Don't talk back

Rule 3: Don't touch yourself

You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.

"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.

"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.

"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.

"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."

#swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #bada lee #bada lee x reader

[juicywritinghoard]

a few more prompts

This crime is going almost too well?

Can you play with my hair? 

Of all the people to body swap with. Of all the days. 

This is no time for cute cat pictures and heart emojis!!!

And ANOTHER THING. Zombies-

Hey. Honestly? [deep breath] [SCREAMS]

Nothing like yard sale drama and intrigue! 

I did not see your text. Actually I can't read. It's very sad. Sudden onset adult illiteracy is very real-

Do not put it in your mouth! 

I know I got in trouble for buying them a very cool toy last time, but hear me out. 

Bite me. You gotta.

I am not eating this raw, actually. Nope.

How long did it take you to make that for me? NO I am not crying 

You drive me insane. Obviously I would go to hell for you 

What does this button do? I gotta know

Sword fighting is even more charged than I expected and I was not prepared 

I know you grew up in a wet cardboard box all alone but I cannot believe you have not experienced this. I think we have to, right now,  immediately 

We both showed up alone to the couples cake decorating class, so obviously-

Oops! Run

It hurts, but it rules

After a bad day, what we really need is some chocolate and violence.

Meow? Are you kidding me? 

Oh don't even get me STARTED on monsters- 

Pick your battles. As in let go of some of them please I swear you cannot fight it all

You know that object from the thrift store we thought was haunted? Haha so guess what,

Good chances we all die. Counterpoint, everyone who lives gets ice cream with sprinkles, so gear up!

I think I pretty explicitly said not to get it on the carpet.

So your mic wasn't off,

Please dress up with me? Please please please?

It isn't my blood. Don't get it twisted 

Can we kiss behind the mini golf windmill one more time? 

Magic is real, it just looks fake. 

Quick! Propose to me! Also, what's your name? 

We have to get you a new super costume.

You're enchanting. You're resplendent. You're a little bit on fire,

I gotta be honest. I have no idea what's going on and I think I waited too long to say so. Sorry?

Why do they have cat ears? They're supposed to be DEAD

I have normal feelings about this. And regular opinions. And I'm vibrating a reasonable amount.

Help, help, I'm not supposed to be in this universe!! 

I will help you ruin your hair, obviously, but you have to tell me what's going on. 

You wore that to the funeral?? 

Baking is science. Wizardry is science. You know what isn't science? 

Tired, angry, and covered in spaghetti sauce, and here I am at your door. But I can explain?

Bear. Seriously 

gonna destroy you and end your legacy forever xoxo <3

Nothing could possibly make me laugh right now. Don't you dare start doing silly voices at me. 

You know what this giant fancy crystal is good for? Blunt force head trauma 

I know it's super dangerous but when your eyes glow like that I can't focus on the battle at all…

Life finds a way?

Fighting? No, no, we're having a great time arguing about this. 

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[polyamorouspunk]

what do you consider 'punk' and how did you get into it?

I’m going to preface this by saying this ask is over a month old. At first I just felt like this was too big of a topic to tackle, and then when a new wave of what I’m going to call discourse in the community came up, it just felt like it was going to add fuel to the fire. I ended up making some posts about it anyway, but I guess since I just got asked this again, it’s time to really sit down and answer: what is punk to me.

Punk is a conglomeration of similar ideas, however, some people have different ideas of what is and isn’t punk. I, for example, do not support the vegan movement, but I do know people on here who have patches like “meat is murder” on their battle jackets. That would be an example of a punk ideal that not everyone shares. The basis, the foundation of punk though, as a political ideal, is anti-government and anti-capitalist. There are some things thrown under those umbrellas too. For example, I think you can label being “anti-cop” and under the umbrella of anti-government if you wanted because law enforcement is a government agency.

Punk is a fashion style. Time and time again we have pointed at large fashion brands (I’m looking at you Hot Topic and Spencer’s) and gone “I can’t believe they’re profiting off an aesthetic built on cheap DIY and making it expensive”. When I went a few days ago I found a black beanie with a safety pin and 3 d-rings that was slightly “distressed” as the fashion industry likes to call it. $16. Go get yourself a black beanie, find yourself a safety pin and some d-rings and cut it up yourself, if you’re doing it right it should NOT cost you $16. And if it looks like it’s going to cost you $16 then either you’re shopping in the wrong places or you need to find a 🖐️ discount on that shit *cough* excuse me I’m not sure where that came from. The most recent example of this (this is July 2023) is Hot Topic selling Hobbie Brown merch for the new Into The Spiderverse movie. Selling branded merch of a character who is anti-brand and anti-capitalist. This is not to say that you can’t pick up some stuff from Hot Topic. There’s nothing wrong with taking a liking to something and picking it up and adding to your style. I truly believe that. I also don’t have room to talk since I’ll be honest, dropping $100 a month on band merch is pretty much the only thing keeping me sane these days. Is that very punk of me? No, probably not. However I’m enclaved in this capitalist hellscape working for $9 an hour on pieces people pay $400 for, so if I need to indulge in buying band merch to keep me sane, so be it. It’s my money and I can do what I want with it, and I’ve also been donating money to trans organizations as well. I also like to thrift and DIY. The piece I’m working on now is a patch I got for like $7 from Hot Topic and a bag from the dollar store and I put the patch on the bag and I’m adding some details. A lot of the patches on my vest came from Hot Topic but a lot also are hand-made from me just buying fabric and going ham with fabric paint. DIY or Die should be the core idea. Thrifting should be the core idea. But it’s also not wrong to pick something up you like here or there. Even then, though, focusing on Etsy and stuff should be the preference. And I’ll shop at Hot Topic over Amazon any day. On that note, it’s okay to have other aesthetics as well. You don’t need to dress punk 24/7. You can have other fashion interests and still call yourself punk. There’s no need to limit or restrict yourself in an effort to not feel like a poser.

Punk is a music-based subculture, but punk music has so many subcategories and bleeds into many other music genres. There are people and perfectionists out there who will demand to draw lines between what is and isn’t punk music, but music is all about taking inspiration from other artists and making it your own, putting your own spin on it. You can get away with listening to any alternative music, whether it be emo music, pop punk, goth music, metal music, ska, etc. Taylor Swift is not punk, though. Neither is really any “pop” artist. Don’t get me wrong: I LOVE listening to indie pop music or whatever. I mean even just Imagine Dragons I love Imagine Dragons, but I’m not kidding myself into saying that it makes me punk to listen to Imagine Dragons. My Chemical Romance on the other hand is totally something is some weird subgenre of punk music. Listen to MCR doesn’t “make” you punk but someone doesn’t have the right to call you out for listening to MCR and calling yourself punk in conjunction to it, like Imagine Dragons, for example. Wishing you had the money to spend $2000 on Taylor Swift tickets does NOT make you punk. The MOST I will spend on concert tickets is $200 and I haven’t hit that yet. I think the most on an actual ticket-ticket I spent was $80 for my FOB concert in a few weeks. Once again: I work for my own money. I work while disabled, and whatever I’m not spending on myself goes towards charity and paying the bills. I’ve seen PTV, FIR, and CTE for $25. Local punk shows cost usually between $5-$10, maybe up to $25 depending. Lots of music is even ~free~! Go see some free music even if it isn’t “punk” music! That’s what’s really punk.

Punk is knowing when to be angry and when to be gentle. I think you do need to be angry to be punk. I started calling myself punk because I WAS angry. I was angry at a lot of things. And I needed a healthy outlet for that anger and this blog was born. I needed a place to yell about the things that bothered me, and slowly that became me reblogging posts about people yelling about the things that bothered them, and those things were not having rights, our rights being taken away, anger at murder by cops, etc. supporting that anger. Punk is NOT about a peaceful approach to everything. If you are against the idea of violence in every scenario then you are not punk. If you object to the phrase “punch Nazis” you aren’t punk. And while we’re at it let’s talk about Nazi punks. They exist. You can’t deny that. They are in fact a subculture of the punk subculture. They are punk, I think, in their own way, because they hate the government and stuff, but not for the right reasons. They want to make it worse. They hate the government like people who stormed the capital on January 6th hate the government. For the *wrong* reasons. And in that way they are posers even if they check the metaphorical boxes. Because punk is also about helping the community. It is about a peaceful and loving touch to those around you. It’s about recycling and planting wildflowers and volunteering for marginalized people. It’s about taking that anger in one hand and that want to see a peaceful and loving society in the other and balancing both. You can be angry all you want, and attend protests and yell all you want, but if you aren’t being kind to the people around you then it’s not really for anything. A better world starts with just doing something nice for someone. That’s attainable. That’s in the now. Don’t set your sights so high you’re missing the opportunity to change the world by putting a smile on someone’s face. But yes: you do need to be angry to be punk.

Punk is about individuality and not asking permission. The first way to not be punk? Going on anon and asking a punk blog if it’s okay to call yourself punk for xyz reason. That’s it, you’ve failed the basic test. Real punks do not ask. They do. Punk is about making it your own. It’s about not caring if you’re “doing it wrong” because you’re doing it YOUR way, and if you followed a set of rules on how to do it then that would automatically make it the WRONG way. The hard and fast rules are really just hate the government, hate cops, hate capitalism, hate bigotry, be angry, listen to music that wasn’t meant for family friendly public radio, dress in a way that freaks the right people out, and start doing some activism. That’s how to be punk.

How do you get into punk? You just do. Where I grew up there was a group of older teens who dressed in all black and had dyed hair and swore and lot and sat around and smoked and drank. They intimidated me. I wanted to be like that when I grow up.

I’m so much more than that though. I’m an angry transmasc, someone who rivals in horror and bloodlust as a metaphor for their own violent nature, who scares people enough they lock their doors. But I’m a girl in her 20s who loves buying lemonade at the local boba tea shop and whose favorite animal is butterflies who loves to sit in grass and make friendship bracelets.

So I find things that fit both of my selves and more. I started listening to Fall Out Boy on a suggestion, and from there I found My Chemical Romance, and all these other bands. I started shopping at Hot Topic and wearing all black with band shirts and giant rubber band bracelets. From there I slowly started experimenting by buying some spike bracelets from Hot Topic and started listening to heavier music. I found people on here who had cool battle jackets and I kept an eye out while thrifting and finally found one of my own. I took the patches it came with and started painting over them. My trans patch used to be Obama. Now it’s transgender. Transgender Obama, if you will. I started listening to people online, who told me stories of cops who killed people for no reason. But I thought cops only killed bad people? Well, it turns out that “bad people” is a pretty good metaphor for “people with darker skin”. I started listening to podcasts and I learned horror stories of the US government doing human testing on populations of black people. Can you imagine? They used to do that shit! But… do we really think they just… stopped? Or did they just get better at hiding it…

Getting into punk is about slowly morphing yourself into someone who listens and takes action. It’s okay if you’re like me and you got into punk because you wanted to dress like the scary older kids in your town or you were just really angry so you started a blog called “polyamorous punk” with the work punk in it, or you just really liked My Chemical Romance as a teen. You don’t have to get into punk because you want to fix everything that’s wrong with the world, but that’s how you end up feeling. Over time though as you mature you learn that’s unrealistic. So you do what you can and support the people who are doing what you can’t.

#punk gets mail #personal #punk culture #long post

[barry-j-blupjeans]

For the writing prompt- no 33 about the not your sweatshirt and Lup

33. There's a sweatshirt on the couch that's not yours

((35 situation prompts - send some in!!))

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Y'know, Lup tried not to pry too much into Taako's life anymore. He was a grown-up, he could handle himself, and she was sure that if he had anything she needed to be concerned with, he'd tell her.

That being said-

Lup's ability to not pry was pretty shitty. Like, she had shared the same room with Taako for eighteen years, and the same apartment with him ever since. He knew the dangers of leaving his shit lying around. Moreso, he knew the dangers of leaving stuff that wasn't his shit lying around.

So when she came home from work and found a classy jacket that was definitely not Taako's thrown over the back of the couch, she was within her right to snoop.

It was leather. Black leather, more accurately, but too small to belong to Magnus, the only person Lup knew who regularly wore a leather jacket. The inside was soft and plush, which immediately shot the idea that this was Taako's straight from her mind. It was much too new and nice to be taken from the thrift store he worked at and, on top of that, he would have been bragging nonstop.

So no, it wasn't Taako's. And it wasn't Magnus's. Barry had learned not to leave things at their apartment. Lucretia was a hard maybe, considering Lup had never seen her wear anything this dark in color.

Her answer was found in one of the inside pockets. There was a wallet- black, again. The driver's license inside deffo wasn't anyone Lup knew. And, more important, it was someone who would definitely be Taako's type.

The front door twisted open and Lup dropped the jacket like it had burned her, getting an excuse ready.

But it wasn't Taako. It was Mr. Leather Jacket himself. He was very well-dressed and wearing an honest-to-god tie with little skulls on it. He was standing in the doorframe like he wasn't expecting her to be there. They stared at each other.

"This your jacket?" she asked, pointing to where she had dropped it on the couch. Kravitz- the name that was on the driver's license- nodded slowly, as if she was going to attack him. If he was going off any information Taako gave him, Lup figured that he probably thought Lup was going to attack him.

"Could I..." he glanced behind him. Lup appreciated a man who looked for his exits. "Have it back? Or, uh, are you planning on keeping it?"

So he was well-versed with Taako's finder's keepers rule. Lup weighed her options.

"Going somewhere with Taako?" she asked.

"Yes," Kravitz said. "Wine and pottery."

"Chug n' Squeeze," Lup said knowingly. "That's kinda expensive, bud. You paying?"

"I was planning to?" Kravitz said, like a question. At her look, he repeated it a little more firmly. "I- yes, I'm paying."

"Alright," Lup said. She picked up the jacket, hastily shoving the wallet back into one of the pockets. She threw it toward him. "Catch!"

Kravitz fumbled and the jacket fell to the floor with a soft thud. Lup grinned. He scrambled to pick it up, scooting back out of the door.

"Nice meeting you," he said. "Hope we get to, uh, to talk again. I gotta go now, though, so-"

He shut the door behind him. Lup stared at it for a second. And then she plopped herself onto the couch, laying across it.

She was getting really good at not prying, she thought. And she only stole five dollars from the guy!

#taakitz #lup #kravitz #mine #asks #kingdomofbrokenhearts #:D!! #ise cube writing

[circadianaa]

Hi! For the ask game about characters, may we have 27 please?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

Latest response ever I'm so sorry. Just going to do my main ones!!! Cadaver—

If asked, Cadaver would say he doesn't spend any time thinking about his appearance, but that's not entirely honest. Cadaver definitely prefers to be neat—he cuts his hair regularly while he's in the GAR (mostly done by Knockout while she's alive) and a little less religiously but still consistently when he's a rebel commander, and his lack of care for his appearance is one of the most visible symptoms of his emotional turmoil immediately after Order 66. His appearance is something he cares quite a bit about, but it's one of the first things to go when he's forced into survival mode. Clothes-wise, Cadaver's not picky. His first non-GAR clothing was an incredibly ugly sweater he found for dirt cheap at a thrift store on Coruscant, but after becoming friends with Duke he somehow finds himself in quite a few bespoke suits. His favorite (the one I drew him in here) is inspired by the zoot suit, a style popularized by Black and other men of color and popular jazz artists in the 1940s. He prefers simple gold jewelry and cufflinks and quieter, warmly-colored clothes.

Cadaver's easy to please when it comes to the quality of his clothes—despite Duke's insistence on the importance of quality in fashion, he's perfectly happy in just about anything as long as the texture's bearable (he's definitely a texture guy, that's just about the only dealbreaker for him).

Wishbone—

Wishbone's appearance is pretty important to her. She wears the same bandana and hairstyle every day, but she's got the style down to a science! I'd say her style is pretty quiet but very refined—if ever she looks unkempt, something's seriously wrong.

Wishbone is my cottagecore girlie. She ADORES dresses, especially ones with square necklines and ruffles. It brings her an inordinate amount of joy when her dresses twirl nicely or have deep pockets (something that she'll add if she ever gets a dress that's pocketless). Her accessorizing is pretty minimal; after marrying Isadora, she wears a ring, and will occasionally wear a simple gold necklace. She also looks great in pearls.

Eyre—

Eyre's a mess. No sense of fashion to be found. They don't put all that much thought into their appearance, maybe taking a pair of kitchen scissors to their hair every few months, but beyond that it's just... not a priority. They dress mostly for function and are inclined to wear similar or the same things every day—if they wear different outfits, they prefer them to be the same color. They find the consistency of it comforting.

The only look Eyre draws on when it comes to how they dress are traditional Aldhani clothes. They joined the Jedi when they were around 3 (I'm sorry I've changed this age so much lmfao), so they have little memory of what their home planet was actually like, but their crechemaster Bernie (@/jaigeye) does his best to preserve their knowledge and involvement in the culture they came from and has sourced a few pieces of Aldhani clothing and accessories for them to keep.

#long post #thank you for the question !!!!!! #circaasks #clone medic cadaver #arc trooper wishbone #eyre brraven

[ioannemos]

had some more dreams™️ the other night, less "guess i'm not handling that as well as i thought" and more plot-adjacent

​one was like a reboot of knight rider or something (which is funny to me bc i've never seen the original - all i know is dude had a really smart car). the protag was a black guy whose life got upended when his rich gf thought he was cheating on her (he wasn't), threw him out, took the keys to his nice car, etc. he was a hard worker but in a really cutthroat workplace. so he's homeless and needs a car, so he goes to an honest john's dealership and ends up with k.i.t.t. (like the gal in bumblebee with, well, bumblebee). didn't actually get to the fun part in this one, just the lead-up. the guy was living in this out-of-the-way corner near a highway overpass with the support of like two friends (a couple, i think; no idea why he couldn't crash on their couch). ngl there was one very funny bit, a scene where the ex-gf was ranting to a friend like "now i know he's cheating! i was starting to re-think it but then i saw him buying all these sun dresses. why else would he be buying them??" followed by a hard cut to the dude wrapping one around his waist after taking a camp shower. don't ask me why he was using sun dresses instead of towels, maybe they were cheaper at the thrift store??

the other notable one involved time traveling shenanigans to solve a series of puzzles in what i think was a buddhist temple. one puzzle solution was finding an elongated plastic fork and spoon and using them to pick up sacred objects that otherwise couldn't be reached; another had something to do with a bell, i think? and another involved stratigically killing oneself (don't ask me now how this helped bc i don't remember). there were multiple versions of people trying to solve the puzzles who sometimes killed themselves or other versions of themselves (which was confusing for me and the people in the dream). there were also visions of the future and the past, causing more chaos. the evil guy responsible for the puzzles never showed up in person but his wife was there, or rather the enchanted object that was as close as one could get. she was basically a golem with the original wife's hair or something stuffed in her, and the more she lost the more confused she got and the less human she looked, which is an intriguing concept... me and the other person trying to solve the puzzles (i honestly don't even remember the gender of the person) were driving past the temple when someone killed the engine of our car from a distance, which i noticed but pretended i didn't. we went inside, picked up a few 'something's not right' clues, and then i got tired of the slow build-up and went into the main room and said something to the effect of "okay i'm done pretending, let's get on with it" and the puzzles kicked into gear

as a side note, this latter dream helped me figure out a key quality of some of my dreams lately: they're like improv theater. i've never done improv, mind you, but there are parameters of what's supposed to be happening, lines that people are supposed to say, actions they're supposed to take... there are general guidelines that can be rehearsed or thrown out as wanted/needed, a sense that i am myself, playing myself, and playing a person other than myself by turns. it's a common thread for me to notice someone or something out of place but to very deliberately go on as if i didn't. in more than one dream i'll experience the same "scene" more than once, and i remember one dream where afterward someone commented on something in the scene as if she hadn't been present, which would make sense if we'd been rehearsing and she was just commenting on my performance there's probably a lot to unpack here but let's just throw out the whole suitcase, huh?

i can't remember if the animal people were in either of these or in their own. i really only remember a white tiger with extremely long fur on its tail, a dog, and maybe mind-controlling snakes?

#this sure was a post #personal #abbie needs a twitter #abbie needs a dream journal

[cognitiveleague]

Agghhh I finally ordered a dress for my little sister’s wedding, which was fairly painless, and I was like ‘ok cool, she let us pick our own dresses within guidelines and I found one I love, I’m ok with the plan for hair, we have a plan to get my makeup done by the makeup artist’s assistant since I’m not very confident with makeup on account of I wear it like 3 times a year on a strictly when i feel like it would be fun for me to play with basis, I’ve made my peace with pretending like I’m not viscerally uncomfortable with the idea of a stranger interacting with my nails or cuticles long enough to accompany her on a little pre-wedding salon trip that will be fun and relaxing and affirming for her, bridesmaid-ing is going fine’

And somehow the point that’s thrown me is her requirements for the goddamn shoes

Like I’m not… visually the most overtly butch, a lot of the ways I’m GNC tend to be either related to queerness or to gender-coded interests or traits more than to appearance? I like my long pretty hair (even if I like think of my hair like… like long-haired prettyboys or renfaire dudes have long hair I know that it’s perceived as feminine), I like my curvy shape, I like long pretty skirts, I like being a bit of a mom / protective big sister friend

But I like casual and comfortable and low-key and not overly femme about it, I guess? I like my thrift store leather jacket and my super casual tank tops, I tend to prefer men’s deodorant and boxer-briefs and cologne, and like… femme formality and politeness have always come super hard to me, if at all?

And when I do femme-femme, there has to be something to make it relatable to me, I guess? My renfaire clothes are mostly skirts and fitted bodices and fluffy blouses and shifts, but like… it’s dress-up. It’s playing with presentation in a way that isn’t reliant on modern fashion, which has always felt alien and boring to me. It’s something I get to build in my own image, colorful and playful and queer and loud, and that makes it mine, and makes it ok?

But when my sister says the shoes need to be fucking *beige*

I swear to god I feel so dumb about this but I’m honest to god having a minor crisis about having to choose a pair of shoes and spend money on them when the criteria are “formal and femme, without even a bit of color to make you like SOMETHING about them”

Like even fucking. Champagne or rose gold or something I was prepared for, something understated and classy that would look good with the dress color, I get it, but fucking beige??? There is literally zero chance I already have something I can use, and zero chance I can find something that I’ll wear a second time, and I’m too broke to be buying shoes to wear just fucking once and I’m literally so uncomfortable even just trying to look at the options online they all look so uncomfortable and impractical and boring and I actively hate them all

Sometimes I wish I liked my long hair and hippie skirts a little less so I could present in a way that would read as more properly butch to other people and maybe the ones that aren’t generally dicks about queer stuff and therefore beneath my esteem anyway would back the fuck off a little about the compulsory femininity then??

#rambling #personal #vent post #gender #gender nonconforming #gnc #I hate that the elements of femme image I like playing with on my terms #make people feel like it’s ok to demand femmeness of me for formal things #when deep inside I am a grown-up tomboy who just likes long hair #genderqueer

[whzzes]

hey, isn’t that george weasley?  forgetting jokes, like, “ah shit, what was the punchline again?” because forget it, it’s not funny anymore anyways, / a flash of freckles & a furrowed brow behind overflowing stock, / quietly getting absolutely baked on an eclectic selection of edibles at any & all social events.

i'm two. haven't rped in a minute. used to mainly rp in hp, & nox looks swell. i'll be bringing george, nice 2 meet you all, fuck jkr, sorry i won't be formatting as much, like this to plot, etc etc.

angus cloud, cis male, he & him   /   this must be the place, by talking heads + forgetting jokes, like, “ah shit, what was the punchline again?” because forget it, it’s not funny anymore anyways, / a flash of freckles & a furrowed brow behind overflowing stock, / quietly getting absolutely baked on an eclectic selection of edibles at any & all social events.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that george weasley? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the twenty seven year old pure blood wizard is a gryffindor alumnus who has gone on to be a joke shop owner. i’ve heard they can be quite just & jocular, but i don’t know… they came off very reticent & removed in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [ two, 26, utc +10, they & them   ]

some rough points,,

george, as all the girlies know, had the grip on the class clown character trope circa early 2010s. pranks, practical jokes, shenanigans. he still works @ weasleys wizard wheezes, though he's not on the floor as much & mainly spends time on the back end.

generally ━ george is easy going, a thrift store king, quietly always there for friends & fam, & lives to laugh even if they're fewer & farer between. lil bit of sarcasm, lil bit of finding it difficult to take some parts of life seriously in there somewhere.

but uhh hot take, we gotta talk about it at some point, a dead twin just makes stuff less funny. & if we're being honest, george always felt like he was the back up to fred's main event. not in any way that bothered him. fred made people laugh more, & george was just glad to be apart of the set up.

obviously, the events of the battle etc etc are all deeply painful & traumatising. there was a good year or two when he wasn't able to live with it & cope, could not tALK about it.. . simply could not talk about it w/out uggggly crying. and he moved back in with molly & arthur. george is currently at a point where he can work, function, pay his own rent, socialise, etc, mostly due to being in therapy & learning that grief just exists within his life. he's v careful about who with & how he talks about it, because it's ... .. . personal, & boundaries have helped him cope. so yea maybe he can seem a bit removed about it ?

cares & loves family & friends with his whooooole chest. depends on his friends, brothers, sister and parents HEAVILY & goes perhaps Above & Beyond to ensure they feel supported too.

george's newfound hobby is making his own edibles, which distracts a lil from his work. not only the making of, but the sampling.

.. . also never really liked or got used to being alone, weasleys unite. find him crashing on sofas, dropping round for tea, etc etc.

#hiiiii i'm two #the tumblr dot com roleplayer urge to make no sense #if you read all this...... sorry #if you like. i Will approach w/ some plot ideas #weasleys!! pls let me know how you're gelling w/ this

[bananakarenina]

For the wip guessing game! ❤️ replace, linger, daze, pray, pretend

oh my god why am i like this. i did not find "replace" so you get a context sentence for "daze" hahahahaha

From an upcoming collab with @where-you-go:

"We'll get you a good jacket next thrift store we pass," he says, lingering to fasten the button that's right below her collarbone.

From "4 Times The Molinas Referred to Reggie As Family":

One cold compress and a packet of honest-to-god smelling salts later, followed by a very apologetic Julie explaining the situation while shooting Reggie exasperated glares, Tía Victoria was up to date on her niece’s ghost band adventures. Ray had led her out of the house, and she went with a shell-shocked, dazed look in her eyes.

From the Alex's mom companion piece to heart like a wheel:

Sarah prays to God every night, makes promises that she’ll protect her son like she couldn’t her daughter.

Finally, from a future chapter of to love's self alone:

"Second of all, don't you dare retreat and hide and pretend you're fine when things are not fine."

#myfic #ask games! #wip guessing game #to love's self alone #heart like a wheel #for love's sake only #daintyduck99

[forbidden-creepypasta]

Other Planes

Hey guys, this is the first pasta I've written. Probably the first story i've written since elementary school, I guess. I've been reading pastas for a while and figured I would try writing my own. I wrote it this afternoon because i'm trying to figure out what i'm interested in. Just lookin for any tips that can help me improve my writing. It's a little long and rambling I think, but i'm hoping you guys can help

Other Planes

Dear John,

I don’t know who else to write. We used to shoot heroin together, and you’re the only person I can think of who got clean, and stayed clean. I don’t know where I will be or if I will be breathing when this reaches you. I’m writing you to try to get my mind off of this, and to get my story out if something worse happens.

I haven’t touched it in five days. Five days, five hundred days, no difference to me. I miss it so much, but I know what will happen if I decide to indulge. I hadn’t slept since the last time I had it. 5 days ago. My mind is racing. I can hear cars outside my window, but we’re on different planets. I try to keep my mind clear, but my thoughts all return to that damn little red bottle with its damn child proof cap. Child proof, how ridiculous. Why can’t there be an adult proof bottle? I have tasted the forbidden apple, and it has changed me. Well, what did I expect? That bastard in the suit selling it said it would be a life changing experience. He didn’t say what kind of life changing experience, he didn’t say that it would torture me to the very core.

So why is it that this bottle still haunts and taunts me even though it brings out the worst in me? Well, the answer is obvious to anyone who has done a mind altering substance. The two E’s. Escape and Euphoria. Oh god it’s good man. It’s better than any combination of drugs I can imagine. You won’t belive how I found it, to be honest, I’m having trouble remembering exactly how it came into my posession. I was in a bind. I’d been up on speedballs for a good while, how long, I can’t be sure. By that point I was injecting in between my toes. It was painful, but fuck it, it worked. You know how it is John.

Of course, as happens with most junkies, I ran out of money. I had nothing left, not even anything to sell, and I definitely couldn’t prostitute myself. I was skin and bones, had no appetite, but what the hell did I care, I was high. But of course, I started coming down, and with that comes the anxiety, the fear. I started freaking out calling all of my contacts begging for just a single hit, anything to keep myself from crashing. Of course they told me to fuck myself until I paid them for the last free hit. I must have owed 4 different dealers money.

I was screwed. The drugs had been wearing off for an hour or longer, and my mind was speeding. I decided I’d go out for a walk and do whatever it took to keep this high going. I grabbed my brown jacket, and whipped it over my shivering body. I don’t even remember if I closed my door, much less locked it. I had one thing on my mind, and one thing only, man. Drugs. I checked out all the usual spots. But I couldn’t find anyone. Benny on third, Mike at the park. Nobody was where they should be. I guess I should have taken it as odd, but I wasn’t even thinking. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing anyone else on the street.

I was thinking how I might have to resort to sucking dick for drugs for the first time in my life, when I noticed a light coming from a back alley between some shitty thrift store and a market. I figured maybe some dude was smoking a spliff or something, and hopefully I could mooch myself a little to keep myself going. So off I go down this dark, dreary, dirty alleyway. It was the strangest thing, from the outside it looked like a tiny passage, but once you got walking in a little deeper it really opened up into a large area. The light source was a small black stand in the back left corner of the clearing. There was a small figure standing behind it. It didn’t make sense because I knew the shape of the buildings, and there shouldn’t be a large clearing here, but that was the last thing on my mind. Like I said, one thing on the brain.

So I finally get to where the light is coming from, but it was not what I expected. From a distance, I couldn’t quite tell if the person was male or female, and getting closer did little to clear up the confusion. He was wearing a white suit, white shoes, and a white cowboy hat. I remember hearing spurs jingle when he moved around. I thought I caught the gleam of a pistol in his belt, but it could have just been a belt buckle for all I cared. It gets kind of fuzzy when I think of it, but I remember he or she was missing an eye. No eye patch, just an empty socket. As scared as I was, the person called me over and I felt drawn to uh.. it. I walked over, and when I got closer it said “You’re lookin a little down chum.” With an English accent.

So the situation is this: it’s wearing a white suit, behind a black stand, with a possible gun in his waist, I’m alone in the alley, and I decided it was a good idea to see what he was offering. In your sober state John, you must think I’m an idiot, but you have to remember how it was when you needed a fix. Anyway I walked over and asked what he was doing here. He told me he was “Just tryin’ to get by”. Well, I didn’t ask questions and judging by the looks of his stand and all the assorted jars and smaller bottles on it, I figured he wasn’t selling vegetables. I decided he had to be selling stolen prescription drugs judging by the bottles with labels on them. And then I saw it.

It was like he/she wanted it to stand out. All of the jars were black, and all of the small bottles were white. But right in the front centre, was a red bottle with no words on it. As soon as he saw my eyes dart to it, he said, “Ah I see you have noticed my most prized possession.” Of course I didn’t ask who he was or what the fuck he was doing here, I just asked what was in the bottle. He said “This bottle holds something different for each curious mind. I can see you have a love for escaping reality, and this bottle will give you everything and more than you could ever want. It will change your life.” I didn’t even ask him to clarify what drug it was, I just snatched it from his hand and ran away. I got a strange feeling as I was running away, and when I reached the exit of the alley, I could have sworn I heard a girl release a glass shattering scream that ended with a cackle, and it shook me to my core.

The noise stays with me, I can still hear it clearly. Once I gathered myself, and tried to shake it off, my mind drifted back to the bottle that was now tucked into my pocket. I took it out. It felt like there was only a single pill inside. I opened it up, and as expected, a small white circle stared back up at me. I figured fuck it, it couldn’t be that bad, and it’s better than nothing. I took it out, popped it in my mouth, swallowed it, and ran home. Thinking back on it now, it’s funny how the mind works when it’s craving. I took a pill from a complete stranger and downed it without even thinking, just to get back on that cloud.

I got home, and had been waiting an hour, and nothing was happening. The sweats were getting worse, and the anxiety was killing me. I kept thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve got a hit of anything, and worrying that this pill would do nothing. But my fears were quickly dissipated when I felt a strange tingle in my spine. And from that tingle a warm feeling of cool euphoria, like a river pulsing through my body, rushed through me. It was great. At the same time as the euphoria, the hallucinations started. Every colour became vivid, I swear I even saw some colours I had never seen before. I was transported to a never ending garden with the most beautiful flowers and plants I had ever seen. The greenest grass, the freshest fruit. Sitting on the bench in the distance was a woman. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Long flowing blonde hair, a perfect smile, perfect curves. I swear she was an angel. She just sat there on a bench smiling at me. The best part of all this was that I felt no fear, just amazement and ecstasy. It was better than any amount of heroin. I couldn’t believe it. It was the greatest feeling I’ve ever felt, and for the next few hours (I lost track of exactly how long it lasted), I was in complete heaven just staring at her smile. She never moved.

You can’t even imagine it, John. I wasn’t even thinking about the come down, but the absolute first second when I noticed the drugs effects waning, I was transported back to my room. Except it was different. I couldn’t see colour. Everything became black and white. This scared the hell out of me, I didn’t know what was happening. I ran to the bottle to maybe look for some words or anything about side effects. I wasn’t colour blind for fuck’s sake. This isn’t supposed to happen. I picked up the bottle and was looking for any markings on it, when I heard something jingle inside. “What the hell?” I thought. I opened it up, and there, sitting in the bottom of the bottle, was another pill. I swear I heard that girl’s scream again, but I figured it was just the come down and some kind of auditory hallucination.

Fuck it I thought, and snatched it up and swallowed it in one motion. An ear shattering scream floored me, and I was quickly back in the world I had just left. But this time it was different. Everything was still black and white. The girl was still sitting on the bench, but this time her hair was black. Instead of a beautiful smile, it was a disgusting snarl. Her perfect curves gave way to boney arms and legs, bending in ways I didn’t think possible. If the girl I saw before was an angel, this girl was a demon. She also didn’t move. She just sat there snarling, and I couldn’t shake her gaze. I had never been so scared in my life. For what seemed like an eternity, I was completely paralyzed by fear. My mind was only thinking the most disgusting and vile thoughts a person could possibly think of.

After what seemed like another eternity, it disappeared, and I was back in my room. But it wasn’t my room. I was still colour blind. The girl was in my room with me. She became a mixture of both of the hallucinations, the beautiful and the ugly. Half black hair, half white, half snarl, half smile. She still caused me great fear, and at the same time great ecstasy. Her stare still never left my face. She spoke to me once when I finally got past my feelings and pushed some words out of my mouth. I asked her what was happening to me, and where I was. She told me that this is purgatory. She said there was only one way out, and I realized she was talking about the bottle. I jingled the bottle, and sure enough there was another pill inside.

My eyes left the bottle to glance at her one last time, she had got up and was menacingly sprinting at me. I tried to scream, but before the scream left my mouth she was on me and everything became black.

When the darkness cleared and I realized I was awake, I was on the ground outside that dark alley between that shitty thrift store and that market. I was still suffering the bad withdrawal, and my mind kept shifting between what the hell just happened to me, and how the hell I was going to get my fix again. My arm brushed my jacket, and I heard a pill jingle in a bottle in my pocket. I was too scared to take out the bottle and validate my fear that what had just happened to me was real. Finally, overcoming my fear and shivering, I punched my hand into my pocket, and pulled it out. And there in my hand, was the red bottle with the single pill jingling inside.

There was still nobody on the streets, and I still had no way to score. I ran back to my apartment, and here I’ve been for the past 5 days staring at the bottle. I’ve been looking out my window, and I haven’t seen a car or a person since the alley incident. I don’t feel like I’m even on Earth anymore. The withdrawal does not get better, and it does not get worse. It simply is, and I cannot think of anything else. Now I am stuck with the dilemma of the bottle. Do I take the pill? I can’t be sure what happened was real. I am so afraid of going back to that hellish place, but maybe I will get the heaven? I can’t live like this forever. I’ve thought about killing myself, but then I might as well just take the pill and see what happens.

That’s it. I’ve decided it. I’m going to take the pill. I realize now that I might as well already be in hell. As I feel it move down my throat, I hear an ear piercing scream and everything goes black as a man in a white cowboy hat drags me down through the floor.

Credit to: fakeup

#creepypasta #horror microfiction #creepy stories #horror fiction

[saltysodacracker]

January 4th, 2024.

10:08pm quality control.

I want to tell the story of how I got an entire new 1,000 credit for lululemon for free. There is a policy within in the store where if your leggings are pilling or have some kind of manufacturing flaw. Like the threading comes undone, or whatever it maybe they have to give you an exchange and give you a new one. Doesn’t matter what the product is. I kept these leggings for nine years that did not even fit and got to pick out new ones that fit and in a new different colour. Some of the clothes I even bought on clearance, but were valued significantly higher than what I actually paid for them. So knowing this simple hack I never will buy another brand of clothing but this brand for that reason. I have a lifetime warranty on my clothes. They might be 98$ for a pair of pants, however 10 year later and worn out they are still valued the same… At that rate your saving a crap ton of money. This is why people need to stop supporting fast fashion like SHEIN, urban planet, Walmart, and Ardene among others. Even thrifting something is better than supporting companies that are literally linked to sweat shops. On top of that maybe consider is it better deal to pay 5 bucks for a shirt that is really bad quality and maybe get a month use out of it or save that 5 bucks up for a few months and buy a nice top that has the quality to back up the price? For me it is quality over quantity. I do not want a lot of anything anymore even clothes. There are some girls I have seen on the internet that collect huge unnecessary quantities of the same jacket different colours or the same brand and have many wallets just different colours. While there is nothing wrong with that, to me as a consumer I really think it is a waste of money. It also seems super selfish to me to have too much of anything.

With that all being said, I wanted to share a story that happened to my cousin who works for Lululemon in a very large city. She said she was running the till and in any store they have they don’t have enough people working the tills or space for all the people. My cousin watched this guy come into the store and look at some pants and checked out the different variety of colours. He found a pair of pants he liked and looked my cousin dead in the eyes from across the store and said out loud, “I should run out of here with these, but I am just gonna walk,” and he proceeded to steal these 100$ pants right in front of everyone and there was nothing anyone could say or do about it. This really baffled me. But they are taught that if someone wants to steal from them to just let them and not engage or chase after or even call the police. She has only been working there 5 months and she has seen this happen probably 12 times she said in those months. Well what does the company do? Who pays for the pants? We the loyal consumers do. So essentially the more people steal the more the clothes go up in price or get taxed harder. If you do purchase from them get your money worth and recycle the pants for new ones. Why not? If they are going to ruin it for the honest people that pay the price a person should get a free pair regardless. Either way I am going to support them even though the founder was extremely racist and called the company Lululemon for the reason that certain cultures can’t say the name because of how many l’s are present in the name. He found it funny that when they would try to say the word they would mess it up every single time they attempted at it.

Besides all this I just think the fashion industry as a whole is super interesting based on how much something costs and how economically useful the product is. Some high fashion like Prada, I am so unsure as to why some people would pay such a high price for something that is not only ugly, but not even remotely useful. That kind of ties into the idea of what is art and how much art should cost. It can be a scribble on a piece of paper and stupid people will pay millions for something so ugly that a toddler could have created even better.

Just think about what you are purchasing in any light as a consumer. Is it worth the price you are paying? Is it morally acceptable? Do you think you will use it more than once? These and many more factors I consider before I purchase anything that has to do with fashion, accessories and even decor. Sometimes I even ask myself instead of paying a lot of money for something especially a brand name, can I in good faith create this with my own hands? Would it be cheaper to source my own materials? Can I make the quality any better than it already is?

[nymph-bitch]

That's Junkie Shit, We Don't Get Involved

I call him my partner.

I call him my partner in theory, we're engaged.

But I've been sleeping on the couch for at least a month. I'm good. I'm over it, I'm saving money

But it's easiest to refer to him as my partner.

And I, despite constantly forgetting to do anything to my profile, am a she/her in a straight cis relationship who calls him my partner. Because fiance? Gross, I'm not marrying him. Boyfriend? Still implies some kind of love or care. I just don't. Partner feels more neutral to me, it feels like something I can swallow.

My partner and I are both resellers. We go to thrift stores, flea markets, yard sales, etc. and find things to flip.

He mostly does videogames, and last night, he got an inquiry from someone. This is an approximation of the conversation.

Customer: Hey, can you tell me more about this item?

Partner: Has the case, includes manual, no scratches, good condition

Customer: I don't know what kind of operation you're running, but I have proof that you/Bowman have been stealing from me for years.

We do not know Bowman. We do no know any Bowman, and we make most of our purchases from thrift stores-they're donated. Nobody's stealing this guys stuff and donating it.

Now, before anybody gets mad about what I'm gonna say, I've been involved in some shit ok? I've worked in almost every strip club in my state. I've won fights with several addictions. I have very few friends, and all of them are addicts who go in and out of homelessness. I've spent days getting fucked up in trap houses and Observing the people, because I do the tiniest amount of drugs now. I just want a little boost, to be on a similar wavelength with the people around me. And I was. I loved those people so much and felt a deep connection to them and their problems. I understand why addicts act out. I understand the paranoia and the fear and the poverty and how awful it is to not be able to trust the people who you love, who you probably adopted as family at one point.

So to me, this looks like junkie shit. This looks like an addict being paranoid because he can't trust his friends.

And it's kinda funny, if I'm being honest, it's just a really odd out of nowhere situation.

And again, I'm thinking about specific situation that people who I care about. In my head, I'm laughing with people who understand what I've been through about this relatable situation.

That's some junkie shit

My partner sends the man an offer on the item, because it's funny.

And then he gets a reply

That's fine but I just want you to know I'm taking my life tonight. Bowman stole everything from me and now I have nothing

the last line is very assumed, because really all I heard before the panic set in was the suicide threat. Correct content. Incorrect phrasing.

My partner was still laughing when he read this out to me.

I got angry. Told him to not tell me about stuff like that if he's not going to do anything about it.

He got indignant and said oh I won't it would be crazy, never letting me finish, never apologizing, never asking any questions.

(hey, just fyi, I lost my virginity to a literal diagnosed psychopath who trained me to be codependent by threatening to kill himself and very damn nearly doing it several times, I do not take this lightly)

So I start looking up the website's policies on relinquishing customer information, and I'm gonna need to call the police to get the man's address to send someone out for a wellness check.

I do not take this lightly.

Me: If you're not going to do anything can I have that guys username so that I can do something

Him, full of disdain: I blocked him and deleted the conversation. What are you gonna do? That's junkie shit, we don't get involved.

I need a break

[chicagolive]

Hey there, Doly! I know it’s somewhat late so I do apologize for my timing but I’m back with a longer message!

Oh no! That would’ve been a very short secret Santa! I’ll tell ya, I always have to triple check I’m on anon and am very careful when coming onto your blog, not wanting to like something and give myself away lol! I’ll definitely try and remember to send ya a pick of self titled when I can!

TPWK is my baby on fine line, she just means so much to me and I love how fun it seems live! Hope one day I get to hear it live same with lights up! I think I’d probably cry! I did have a favorite in the band, yes! It was Louis I’m pretty sure, it’s been so long now but I think I was drawn to him because his personality and he was a goofball. I think to this day I’m still a Louis person. I just love him so much. And then H and Niall I adore them as well! I dont keep up with Liam much other than following him on insta and same with Zayn but I try to check in on them every now and again and see what’s going on and try to listen to whatever new music they put out!

Thank you! Here’s to hoping one day the NatGeo thing can be a reality!

I do the exact same thing with Stardew!!! I start a save, play for awhile and then I kinda lose the fixation I had on it for awhile and I try to pick it back up but I’ve got no idea what I was doing/planning on my farm or in the game! That’s what’s going on rn, last time I played I just remember trying to marry Harvey but I’ve got no idea what else I was doing. I think I’ve only married Elliot and Shane! But I want to explore all of the characters as partners in separate saves of course but I think it’s fun to know like everything! George and Evelyn are great picks! I think I’d have to say Linus is my favorite non-marriageable character.

Oh, yay! I’m glad you saw the trailer and are excited for it now! I’ve been trying to keep up on the updates for that game because I love Stardew so much and ConcernedApe is such a cool guy I know the game will be amazing. I think one of the cool things about him is that he made most/all of the Stardew on his own and that just blows my mind. He also is very communicative with his community and makes his game easy to add mods to like he talks to people who make them I’m pretty sure to figure out how to make the game easier to add their mods which I feel like you don’t see a lot. One thing I love about Stardew which isn’t a big thing is decorating my house and seeing what looks like the house in Haunted Chocolatier gets me excited to decorate that big place!

Yoshi gang!!! He’s just a little guy!!! I always try to pick my characters just based off like if they’re just weird little guys and I think yoshi and dry bones definitely are! And I wish Monty was in like Mario kart and other party games that he isn’t in cause I just love him. I wish I had more to say about them but I’m not very knowledgeable in Nintendo characters if I’m honest! 

Capitalism definitely plays a factor in declining media and it’s a just awful. It’s also my villain origin story. I think postcards and letters would be such a fun thing to send especially to friends even if they are nearby, I mean why not you know? And thank you! We definitely should be collecting things to show off! I can’t stand like minimalism because I’m always like but what about all the trinkets and fun stuff!!! I want someone to walk into my home/room and know so much about me like know what I like and just say like “oh what a cool little thing! Where’d you get it?” I love going to estate sales/garage sales and thrift stores and trying to find weird little things to put up.

That’s such a good sudden skill to have! I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! I used to know how to use photoshop like the basics but it’s been a long time since I’ve had access to it and I’ve forgotten a lot of it cause my memory is just awful. I’m all about vans! Me and my dad always say the crazier the pattern the better! I just think they’re so cool! Those are sick! I’ve wanted to get into platform shoes a bit cause I’m on the average height side and I’d like to be taller! Can’t wait for you to get those, you’re gonna absolutely rock them! That’s a good pick, I was thinking about getting something like that when I’ve got the money just because I like to know I’ve got room for everyone buuut recently I’ve been looking more into trucks! Volkswagen van is the dream though for sure, my dad used to have one and both of us are so bummed he got rid of it years and years ago cause they’re so expensive now. Crochet is a great answer! I’d love to learn how to do that too! I kinda knew how as a kid but that was like 10 years ago.

I’m glad you had an okay day yesterday! I’m a bit of a fan of gloomy days but they do go by slower for sure. All the new pictures of Louis have definitely been highlights! I always adore when there’s an influx of content like this and can interaction. His connection to fans really is like no other and it’s part of why I love being his fan. Like a lot of artists say what he does but it’s just different with Louis. You know he means it when he says he needs us and we need him and all that. I’ve never been a fan of someone and felt that connected but also separated (in the way of like he’s famous and I don’t know this man and I’m just a fan) from an artist which is such an experience but I love it.

Alrighty, it’s quite late so I’ll cut it here with a speed round!!

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done to your appearance, in your opinion? Mine was shaving my head and dying it all kinds of colors for about a year and a half! Might do it again soon cause my hair is getting on my nerves but I’m like I’ve spent like a whole year growing it out and that’s so much time ):

Are you more of a morning person or a night owl? I’m definitely more of a night owl!

If you have a song stuck in your head, what is it? If not, what’s one that gets stuck in your head easily? For awhile Lovefool by The Cardigans would get stuck in my head like crazy because my job at the time would play it sometimes and then it would be in my head literally all day! Plus it’s just a good song! But now I’m not even sure what song does that for me now cause I’m putting myself on the spot!

Do you enjoy more bright colorful colors or more like cool and toned down colors? Or a mix? I like to think I like a mix!

Do you have a favorite restaurant/place to eat? Mine is a little mom and pop shop but I haven’t had it in so long!! It kills me cause their burgers and onion rings are the best I’ve ever had! And then for like special occasions my family will go to a hibachi place and it’s always so incredibly good!

Alrighty, that’s all from me for now! I’ll talk to you next time! Hope you’re having a good day/night! ❤️

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Hiii, love!! Wishing you a happy Thursday!! Hopefully your week has been passing by relatively stress-free!! At least tomorrow is Friday!! ✨

Honestly tho!! I’m always checking to make sure I’m on anon and then get really nervous that I wasn’t when I had already clicked send!! It’s a true inner battle with oneself lol.

Stardew should have, like, a recap mode where it gives you a short intro. on what you were doing previously so you can get right back into it lol!! That would be so helpful cause my memory is shit when it comes to remembering what I did last, but I don’t wanna start a new save cause I really liked what I was doing in that original one!! Linus is… a character to say the least lol!! He really is an interesting one!! I feel you on the decoration!! If there’s anything about me, is that if there’s an option in a game to customize, I will sit there and customize the shit out of whatever they throw at me lol!! Can’t wait for that new game now!! 😭

Yoshi gang!! That character truly is my ride or die, idk what it is about him!! It’s okay, I’m not too deep in the Nintendo lore either. I just think these quirky characters are neat lol.

Exactly!! How am I supposed to show off my trinkets in this minimalistic era of society!? Y’all love to be boring, don’t you!? (I can appreciate minimalism, to an extent!! But how are people gonna know who I really am if I can’t show off my collection of Kirby knickknacks? Lol.)

The connection Louis has with his fans can be something so personal to not just me, but to everyone he comes in contact with!! He truly has that affect on people, and I love that for him!! Idk how these fans do it at these signings!! I wouldn’t be able to get out a word, more or less, a sentence out to that man!! They would have to take me out in a wheelchair or something cause I would have passed out lol.

Honestly, I can’t with for Niall to release information about his third album/tour!! Heartbreak Weather (album) deserves so much better than what it got because of the timing it came out!! Hopefully that doesn’t happen with this upcoming album!! Same with Zayn and his new music coming!!

Speed Round Answers!! Crazies thing done to my appearance? To be honest, nothing really lol. I’ve never dyed my hair before, though I would love to!! I’d say if I could right now, I’d chop it off to my shoulders and do, like, a side-shaved look!! Idk how it would look on me, but I’d probably go in that direction!! Morning bird/night owl? Oh, I’m definitely a night own!! I despise getting up in the morning before 11am!! Song stuck in my head? Not as of right now, but I was listening to faith in he future this morning while getting ready for work and “all this time” was the song I wanted to put on loop, so I’ll probably say that lol. Bright/dark colors? I guess it depends on the mood!! I have a lot of dark clothing in my closet, but I can pull a colorful look when I need to!! In terms of preference, I’d probably say dark!! Favorite place to eat? I really like sushi, but I’m very picky on where I get it from! I’d say back when I lived on campus, there was this sushi restaurant about 10 minutes away and we would always order from them on Fridays when my roommates and I craved it!! In terms of locally, there’s this small Mexican stand about 20 minutes away from my house and they make the best tacos!! Haven’t been there in a long time!! Might have to pass by sooner than I think!! Hibachi is always a good option too!!

Until the next one, hope you have a good one too, love!! 🎄✨

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wardrobe essentials to make your closet wearable

We all struggle in putting on clothes, GOOD LOOKING AND MATCHING CLOTHES. Building a base on your closet will not only make your wardrobe cool but, miss and match will be more easier. Now let's be honest, clothes are kind of expensive especially, when these are just basic type of clothing. But, think of closet essentials as the scaffolding in having a good and wearable wardrobe. Lastly, as much as possible, shop at your local thrift stores.

JEANS

Not those basic skinny blue jeans, I am talking about baggy jeans, high cut jeans, flare jeans, straight cut jeans, Levis 501s, and many more. Finding the perfect jeans that fits you is like finding your true love, or finding a large sum of money on a street. Finding your type of jeans are RARE. Now, let us look at the criteria on creating your perfect jean. First, high rise jeans or jeans that are above your waist is very suitable for people who are short, since these type of jeans when tucked in can always accentuate your hips and torso and gives the illusion that you look taller. However, you should look for jeans that fits right for you. When jeans are too long for you, the ends can be cramped up and wrinkly on your ankles, and it creates a very messy and overwhelming look. But if the jeans are too short, the ankles are shown which can create a very awkward look and it kind of looks like it doesn't fits for you. Second, the type and the overall structure and condition of jeans should also be considered. Jeans that fits right onto your crotch, or makes you uncomfortable on your crotch can rip easily with a single move. Finding a jean with a very relaxed stretch on the crotch can create a very comfortable experience. Now, these are the brands that I would recommend for y'all:

Levis (specifically Levis 501s)

If we think of jeans, they are the ones that is iconic in this sense. Levis 501s are the best when it comes to jeans. They create a very clean cut look, and they can also last long and very comfortable when wearing.

Guess

Jeans from Guess also are an icon when it comes to jeans. Their jeans are far more stretchable than any other. So pro tip, buy a jean that is one size smaller than your size, since jeans from guess have a percentage of spandex on it.

Wrangler

These jeans from Wrangler is perfect when you want to buy skinny jeans. They hone your body and gives that fit and fun that you want for a jean.

RIPPED JEAN SHORTS These short are perfect for going to the beach, since it gives off that casual, but at the same time, sophisticated look. They are the best when it comes for summer, since jean shorts gives off that relief for the heat, but also look fashionable at the same time. These shorts are every common, and you can find them anywhere. Even in your local thrift store, there are tons of supplies in this. Now, when wearing a good jean shorts, I would recommend that they are ripped jean shorts, not those clean jean shorts without any rip on it since, they can look very formal, but at the same time underwhelming look since the rips gives off that spice in your regular jeans shorts. Now these are the criteria for jean shorts. Number one, find jean short that are longer that your desired size in length. Jean shorts tend to ride up when you wear it overtime.

SWEATERS Knit, cotton, wool, or if your fancy, cashmere, these type of clothing are perfect for any occasion you want to attend to. Now, since sweaters are long sleeved, they give off a sophisticated, formal look but, sweaters can also become a more casual and fun look, since sweaters can have fun and colorful prints on them. Sweaters are also perfect for different climates all around the world. Sweaters are usually worn on cold weathered environment, and knitted sweaters are perfect for this type of weather. Cashmere and fuzzy sweaters are also perfect for this kind of weather. My recommendations for wearing this type of clothing is, wear the clothing itself before buying it. These kinds of sweaters are usually itchy, since sweaters with thick materials tend to become itchy, such as wool and alpaca fabrics. Also, try the sweater on for a few minutes, since sweaters are overwhelming on the body since it covers your whole upper body in layers. There is a chance you can sweat off on that sweater if it is too thick for your body or your liking. Now, there are also sweaters for humid type of weather. Fabrics such as linen and cotton and any fabric with a lightweight feel on your body is perfect for this type of weather. Breathability and comfort are also a criteria on choosing sweaters in this type of weather. Another factor to look at is the color of the sweater you're wearing. Darker shades of color such as deep blue, violet, cannot absorb oxygen well since darker shades can block breathability. Choose colors such as yellow, light pink and many more.

TEE SHIRTS Tee-Shirts, or T-shirts, are a hundred percent choice for this wardrobe essential. Everyone has their own shirts, and everyone loves a good, fitted shirts. Shirts are the base of your set of bases, because it is a very versatile and a very important piece to wear. You may think that shirts are similar, but no. There are multiple cuts of shorts that can fit your body perfectly. Round cuts and v cuts are the most common type of cuts you would encounter on a shirt but wait, there is more. There are two types of shirt cut that anyone should know, straight and curved. Straight cut shirt are more usually for comfort, and not for fashion. Hence, they are for comfort purposes only when looked in a fashionable sense. Next is curved cut shirts, now these are the ones that are more fashionable in a sense since, these type of shirts gives off your silhouette. They hone your body and make your figure stand out. Try out different sizes and cuts of shirts that you like, and style it on whatever you like. Now we think that shirts cannot be fashionable in a sense because of its plain features but, there are different ways on how to style a shirt. An example of it this the good old classic jeans and shirts. A good, tucked in t-shirt can help accentuate you torso making you look taller. Also, a good pair of jeans can harmonize with your shirt buy having it go above your waist.

SNEAKERS Last but not the least, sneakers are also an important wardrobe piece, to complete off your wardrobe. Sneakers is like the cherry on top of the clothing statement, your OOTD. Since sneakers are worn on the feet, sometimes it is cannot catch the eye, in a sense. Invest in a very strong and durable sneakers since force is the enemy of the sneakers, and a good durable pair can last long. An example on a good sneaker is white sneakers. These sneakers are the most versatile fashion piece since it matches in outfits in almost everything and, a good white sneakers can elevate an outfit into a fashionable outfit since, white sneakers are blinding to the eye. Meaning it can catch the attention of people. Also, a good converse black sneakers are also catchy in the eye. These sneakers are black in majority but, white on the outline which gives off that balance of shades in your feet. Now these are some of my recommended brands of sneakers: Converse They are at the top of the game with sneakers, and shoes in general. Converse create is unique and exotic logo, perfect for people who wants that casual and chic look. Vans These brand of sneakers are for a certain type of look -- the skater look. Their iconic black and white checkered sneakers are perfect for that skater-y, cool look. Adidas Now some would say that Nike is better. But, Nike's purpose in their shoes is for sport and comfort and Adidas are for fashion purposes.

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