I set my bowl down for 2 seconds to grab the parmesan and find this murder scene when I turned back around. Ignoring her lunch fruits in favor of Our Lunch (pasta).
Menace!Steve who’s always sneaking up on you during family holidays! He does try to be the best son in law, but how can he not follow you inside the house when the rest of your family stays outside by the pool and won’t notice you two are gone? How can he not sneak up on you to tickle you and try and give you a wedgie with your bikini? How can he not ask you a bunch of times to let him see your titties, barely pinching your nipples over the fabric of your bikini top?
listen yes, i get the vibe you’re going for bit menace!steve is like— he’s going to twang the strap of your bikini bcos it makes him laugh, a little bit because he would love a peek but mainly cos it doesn’t properly hurt you but you’re like >:( steve, stop it and he’s like got his hands up in defense like ok! ok, i’m sorry, i’ll stop just for him to pluck it again the moment you relax back against him and let it snap back against your neck with a little giggle and you’re like oh my GOD and get up to go change and he’s like on the seat you were sharing, hands raised like, what? what did i do? hey- wait, where’re you going? and you just yell over your shoulder to CHANGE steven cos some of us are 12 years old and can’t handle a freaking BIKINI strap
Shimi pressed xyr lips into a thin line, looking like an embarrassed child at xyr mistress' scolding. Xe had been trying to tidy things up a bit. Get things done quicker, make room for new tasks. Xe was trying to help, but...Alas. Something had gone missing along the way. Then again, xe wouldn't have needed to find a way to help had xe not been so bored to begin with.
"I could keep track for you," he pointed out, shrugging. "I mean, all I'd have to do is go through your history and nail it like a coffin to the inside of my skull." A roll of his eyes at himself, shrugging. "Well, figuratively, not literally."
Tom Marvolo Riddle (the Bastard), probably cannot bake bread. Or make croissants. And my headcanon is that it bothers the absolute fuck out of him. Dough never works. It never rises. It never kneads the way he wants it to. It never settles or comes out well. And it pisses him off.
We found out that the housing scheme we’d set our hearts on is not going to finish until July (if then, the whole development seems driven into the ground at this point). This was from me contacting the actual housing association, not the useless management company who advertised these homes 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO saying they’d be ready within the month. We’ve been waiting that long, getting pushed back and pushed back. We can’t wait to see if this ever happens any longer.
This was the only way for us to a) live in a decent property that wasn’t a health hazard, and b) be able to save some money and for me to do things I need to like get my driving license, which I’ve not been able to do while we’re paying rent at this level. Our only options are to stay here (even the thought is physically intolerable) or pay more for something somewhere else. I don’t know what we’re going to do now tbh. All sorts of things have been put on hold, for nothing, and now we can’t get that time back. I am so angry and devastated, I’ve been looking forward to the pressure release of this actually working out so we can actually move forward with our lives. I can feel the energy of all this waiting just to hit a dead end in my stomach and I don’t know how to get it out but I know I have to somehow.