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acaciapines · 3 years

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@mallowstep

woulda sent this as an ask but uh. moth ghost au wont leave my head and this got. long. hope ya dont mind i think about hawkfrost and mothwing A Lot.

under a cut bc. again. long.

bc see the thing is. if i were to do a moth ghost au. the kids are all young when she dies (at least, i think? idk their timeline, i’m assuming they’re like, 3-4 months, so, youngish), so it’s like...ghost sister? ghost sister. sasha cant see her because it’s no fun if she can, so we get hawk and tadpole, both who feel like they’ve killed their sister, both who are kids and cant deal with that grief. but like...moth is right there! she’s right there! she’s still their sister even if shes a ghost and as they get bigger and lose their kit-fluff she stays the same. she’s their sister.

but sasha....sasha just lost one of her kittens, nearly lost the other two, and now the remaining ones are talking to moth as though she’s still there? cats dont leave ghosts behind--cats aren’t trapped like that. humans are, sasha was a housecat and she’s seen how humans pace around their houses, but cats are sneaky lil guys. cats arent trapped to the earth like people are. cats die and leap into the sky and become the world.

moth isn’t stuck, moth is the world. so sasha tells her sons that their sister isn’t a ghost with them, but she’s the world around them--the prey and wind and sky.

hawk and tadpole look at each other, at their very-much-there ghost sister, and are like....yeah sure mom.

so we get a hawk and tadpole who refuse to let moth go. it’s hawk who clings to her the most, i think--he acts as though nothing happened, as though nobody drowned. tadpole is...starting to listen to their mom, a bit. he knows moth is there, but...should she be? nobody should be trapped like this. her spirit deserves to move on.

“we should help her,” tadpole says.

“she’s fine,” hawk says, “she’s right here, and she’s fine, and i’m not going to let you kill her again just because you have something against ghosts.”

and tadpole doesn’t ask again. he was the first one out out that basement.

eventually the kits end up in riverclan, and tadpole doesnt really talk about moth to anybody. like, he still acknowledges her, but only when they’re alone or it’s just hawk. hawk, on the other hand, doesn’t care! sure he’s like, 6 moons old, and moth is still stuck at 4, but! who! cares! and so while the clan teaches them their clan ways, teaches them about starclan, tadpole listens and he’s able to find some comfort in the idea. that theres a place his sister can go, can move on to. he’s always liked the stars. moth will, too.

but hawk...

well, the thing is, hawk’s not a clan cat. he’s got a clan name, now, he’s down a mother and he’s a very young kid staring up at these riverclan cats, but he’s nothing if not stubborn, and he’s clung to his sister thus far and he’s not about to give her up.

the clans dont think much of other religions. they tell hawk and tadpole that there’s no such thing as ghosts. dead cats go to starclan, and only clan cats, at that--your sister isn’t there, why would she be? she died a loner. but dont worry, now you’re here, in the clans, and when you die, you’ll be together in starclan.

“it’s stupid,” hawk says, to moth, alone in their den, “who cares about starclan? thats not mine, and its not yours. if you’re going anywhere it’s the wind, not the stars.”

“did you see that one thunderclan med cat apprentice at the gathering?” asks moth. “i thought she was pretty.”

“never change,” hawk says, fondly.

but he starts to think. as he starts to spend more and more time alone, with only moth for company. and moth is moth but she is...a ghost. she’s trapped. she doesn’t grow and change like a living cat does--at this point she doesnt even know why she’s still around. something about...drowning, maybe? it happened so long ago. she’s just happy to have her brother with her.

tadpole worries. hawk pushes him away. tadpole tells him they have to let their sister go. that they have to move on--that he loves moth too, and he misses her every day, but they’re clan cats, now. they have to be the best they can be, so nobody else is ever hurt again.

so i dont hurt anyone again, he doesnt say.

because tadpole doesn’t think moth’s ghost is around, either. he’s stopped seeing her. maybe he never did. maybe he was just a kid who lost his sister, who killed his sister, even if on accident. maybe he never was able to cope with that.

he wont see his sister in starclan. he probably wont see his mother, either. he doenst know what happens to loners. sasha told them, once. the wind and the sky and the leaves. becoming a part of the world, again. energy that can never truly die, just change shape.

but that was so long ago. he’s nearly a warrior, now. who remembers the stories they were told as kids?

anyways.

hawkpaw becomes the medicine cat.

he’s got two sets of beliefs rattling around in his head--starclan, everything the clans are telling him, and half-remembered stories from his mother, that moth remembers best of them all, forever trapped as a 4 moon old kit. and somewhere along the line these have been mashed together, into one big: starclan isnt letting moth in, because she died a loner. starclan wont ever let moth in but they’re going to take me when i die and i wont let them. i wont let them tear us apart.

it’s not easy. riverclan says he’d need a sign to become a medicine cat, but since when have the dead done that? they’re dead. moth is a ghost at his side, and she watches the flowers, and the bees, and remarks about thunderclan medicine cats that hawk can’t help but be begrudgingly fond of, if only for her.

but he can do this. he has to.

hawkpaw fakes a sign. hawkpaw becomes medicine cat.

hawkpaw goes to the moonpool, and the stars tell him the same thing the clans do: there is no place for your sister here. our heavens are for worthy clan cats only.

hawk is still the villain here, just...in a different way. if this were a warriors book he’d be a villain flat-out, a med cat turning his back on starclan, who lied and cheated his way into this role, who never cared about anybody but his dead sister. but this isn’t a warriors book.

tadpole is the hero. hawk looks at the stars and tells them to their faces if you wont let my sister in, then i’ll make you regret it. i’ll show everyone that you’re nothing. that they worship cats that arent even ghosts. cats that are trapped. maybe youre wrong. maybe moth isnt the one youre keeping out. maybe shes the free one.

hawk plays the long game, though. gets his full name. learns medicines, how to heal.

how to harm.

moth watches him from the shadows. tells him kit-stories about rebirth.

the clans dont believe in that. hawk doesnt know what he is. he doesnt either.

theyre all trapped. thats what he believes.

he sets a trap for mudfur. a fox-trap down by the lake. then he, hawkfrost, will be the only link riverclan has to the stars, and he won’t listen to a word they say.

tadpole is the one to find out, to intervene before mudfur dies. to say hawk, you betrayed us all!

you betrayed me first, says hawk. me and moth both.

moth is dead! says tadpole. you can’t let her go!

you follow the words of the dead, says hawk in return, thats all the clans do. all mudfur did. he didnt want me to be his apprentice. he needed the dead to tell him what to do. what kind of life is that? and if you agree with what he did, how is it any different than me and moth? at least i know she’s real. that she’s our sister. the clans would let her die.

and so tadpole kills his brother with a stake through the heart.

he thinks he can see moth for a second. a flash against the blood.

hawk dies. he doesnt die a clan cat.

was it worth it? tadpole asks.

im going to be with moth, hawk says. youre going to go to starclan.

why dont you answer that question?

...

yeah thats my moth ghost au. is this anything? who knows! its certainly not in any way fleshed out, just the barest bones of an idea. i want leafpool to still get her ‘blood will spill blood’ prophecy--maybe she and hawk become friends, somewhere in there. who knows.

ghost moth man. fun to think about.

#warrior cats #mothwing #hawkfrost #tadpole #i write #anyways time to go to bed its fully one thirty am #i have to wake up early tommorow #i have plans #this is what warrior cats does to you

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fuck-customers · 7 years

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This story -

http://fuck-customers.tumblr.com/post/163730210163/nothing-says-best-staff-member-like-not-doing

Reminded Me of my own story. I have a coworker like this that is heralded as the best employee ever due to customer service but when it comes down to his actual job he fucking sucks.

Where I work, if you’re working a closing shift you typically don’t have anyone helping you on the front end from an hour to close, or sometimes an hour and a half or two hours. This typically means that if it’s slow enough to where if the cashiers that are still there can be on register without needing you, you clean as much as humanly possible before everyone leaves and it’s just you on the front end.

Otherwise, you end up staying an extra half hour/forty five minutes past closing - and even when I do manage to clean as much as i can, i end up staying 15-20 minutes after close just finishing up. So basically, that expected 20 minutes PLUS 30-45 extra minutes can land you an hour after closing.

I don’t want to do that. Nobody wants to do that. I actually learned recently that people WON’T do that and just walk off and go home without everything being done?? I can’t imagine that.

Anyways, I had a closing shift with the one guy. He was a transfer from another store. I’d never really worked with him before, this was really my first time working with him one on one.

And it fucking sucked.

Well, let me first tell you that this guy is a shining light in the eyes of managers. When our new store opened, we had corporate crawling up our asses basically every day for 2 weeks. One day one of the big head honchos noticed this coworker’s incredible customer service. Well, I guess this corporate guy emailed the store manager saying he was amazing and the SM printed the email and posted it by the time clock. Whatever, good for him right?

A lot of people have transferred to our store from another store, and I guess some of the supervisors and management that transferred over really love him so he can do no wrong.

But my god… now to my experience working with him…

We close at 10. I was closing. He was working until 9. The other cashiers had left before 8. So basically it was just me and him from 8-9 and once 9 rolled around I was by myself. Make sense?

This guy can’t handle lines to save his life. It takes him so fucking long to do anything… he gets a large order and his line is bogged down for like 10 minutes. I have literally no idea why - I’m not sure if he’s slow scanning, or if he’s just taking up all of that time talking and being chatty - but it’s bad. I couldn’t leave for like 5 minutes before I had to get back on register because the line was only growing.

At one point I had to get back on register despite there being basically no customers in the store - i.e, a PRIME cleaning opportunity. But i didnt end up getting to take advantage of that window of time because this guy took it upon himself to go help a customer find something.

Which is fine, you know, whatever. I’ve done it too. It’s good customer service. But.. he was gone for 15 fucking minutes. I was on register ringing people up and I was getting more and more and more pissed because he was nowhere in sight and I needed this time to be CLEANING so I didn’t have to be here until fucking 11.

I mean… I know how customers can be sometimes… but really…. I need you on register. Next time fucking call someone else instead of doing that shit. I’m not on register because I’m hanging out picking my nose, I’m not on register because I’m trying to clean so I can leave at a reasonable time. Just because there’s no customers in line but theres one hanging out that needs your help doesn’t mean you can just fucking GO for 15 minutes. You’re cutting into my already limited time here.

He comes back… everything is ok… I’m trying to clean like mad.

Well, it’s like 10 minutes before he has to leave so I go get back on register and I take his line with me so he can close. He has maybe… half a belt of groceries to scan between 2 customers that already had their things on the belt, so I didn’t take them.

I thought, perfect, it’ll take him 5 minutes to finish up there, and then he can have time to at least clean his register just a little bit.

Ha, silly me. 9:03 he finally finishes with those two customers and the half belt of groceries they had between them.

How the fuck… such a small amount… took him 13 minutes…. I have no idea. But it’s not really my problem, cause he’s going home so whatever. I figure at the very least, common courtesy he’ll be decent enough to wipe his belt and if I’m lucky, maybe pick up his mat, right?

Ha, silly me. This is where I get mad - he just fucking walks off without doing anything. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t do anything, he just signs off the register and walks off.

Ok, that’s fine. Technically he was over his shift by like 3 minutes. So if he wants to be a douche I mean… by all means. It’s just fucking rude and annoying because by not taking that extra maybe 2 minutes to AT LEAST wipe down his belt or pretend to give a shit, he’s giving me more work. Granted, maybe an extra 2 minutes of work, but still, what the fuck is wrong with you? I never do that. I could never do that. My conscious makes me feel too guilty. I guess for me it’s the principle of the thing, than the work itself.

And he can’t say bye? I always say bye. I know I’m getting really petty at this point but seriously? The whole thing combined was just fucking annoying and rude. Like, he was so slow I couldn’t even be on register to clean any of the EIGHT REGISTERS I’m in charge of doing a thorough clean of, or do any sweeping, and then on top of that he took 13 minutes to handle a 5 minute belt of groceries AND THEN left without saying anything while leaving his register an unholy mess.

The closers register is right in front of the only open doors that late at night and when I saw him look over on his way out I just ignored him.

And then the other day he was on the register in front of me and I literally watched him stop ringing customers through to keep talking to his last one for a few seconds. Like literally even the next customer in line was looking at him like “wtf?”

I’m not the best worker ever and I totally understand that everyone works differently and at different paces. That’s completely fine… but it drives me fucking mental when it affects me and my work as well. I got just as fucking pissed and annoyed at an excoworker that liked to talk to customers instead of ring them out… i used to watch customers jump from her line to mine because mine actually moved.

Do what u gotta do but don’t fucking be lazy and fuck your coworkers and make things harder on them for real. And I can tell the difference between a genuine inability to do something/genuine trying and just callous nonchalance, trust. This isn’t about those that try their best but feel like they don’t do enough, please understand that.

#submissions #cashier problems #fuck co-workers #fuck retail #fuck coworkers #submission

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toripenny · 6 years

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the truth about ARMYs

ive been an army for about 2 years ? although thats not so long but these 2 years spent chasing this group on seven, ive realised so many things. one of them is the truth, about us armys.

the truth about me is that i started liking bts solely because of their looks— which is wrong. i lost interest after a while and im sure many became like me. i first saw fire and found the mv just weird, but when i saw jungkook’s face, i was in shock. “how can a man be as handsome as this ?” that was what started this craze over the group called bts. but slowly, therell be many more handsome guys popping up in their lives that they forget about bts and the promise they made to shower love upon them. i was swept away by other guys and ultimately, this love for bts was actually never real.

the truth about some armys is that they became one because they wanted to jump on the banwagon. they saw popular people in school fangirling about them and thought,” is liking kpop a quality of a popular person ?” so they became an “army”. they fangirled over them, but these feelings were forced. those screams were to get attention. that smile of theirs when they saw bts, was to get friends. friends that share that common interest. they were never a real army. becoming one was just a stepping stone in getting more/new friends as well as popularity.

the truth about other armys are that they never really liked bts. they just listen to their music and are able to differentiate them from each other. they watch their videos from time to time not because they like them, but for entertainment. because theyre funny. they somehow just have immense knowledge of bts and knows every single thing about them. but inside, they dont really like them that much. but they call themself an army. and just because they watch videos, just because they support their music, just because they know bits and pieces about them, people label them as the real armys. especially since they vote for them in award shows in their free time. they pretend to be all high and mighty, thinking people should look up to them for being a loyal army that knows and does everything for bts. they only like bts because of their pride. because if people see how deep their “love” for bts is, they would praise them. again, its the same thing. for attention and for popularity. they may know bts inside out, they may know every single song by bts, they may have eatched every single video regarding bts, but inside, their love for them is dead. yet people call them the real armys.

so, what does it mean to be an army ? why did society put a qualifying factor on becoming an army ? why did they make it so that those who do not surpass this standard, is a fake army ? does becoming a real army mean you have to watch tons and tons of videos about them, know every single thing about them and vote for them in every single contest ? if thats so, then probably 70% of the army population are fake. even though you may vote now, even though you may buy all their albums, does it mean you will do so in the future ? that qualifying factors that separated real armys from fake armys, is nothing but a benchmark to make being a real army like a VIP. that they should receive praise for staying loyal, receive credit for rooting for bts and be looked up upon by “fake” armys. that “this is the army you are supposed to be.”

knowing everything about bts, supporting them by voting a ton of times for them and buying all their albums doesn’t make you a real army. cause theres no such thing. it doesnt give you a privilege to gossip and backstab the so called “fake armys”. it doesnt give you the ability to determine whos real and fake. armys shouldnt be divided into 2 groups. it should be a whole group.

lets compare a magazine editor to the “real” army. the “real” army intentionally finds out every single information about them, watches all their videos and knows them inside out. she/he knows their pets and their names, how their fetus photo looks like, how to identify the era by their hair colour and everything. and people call her a real army.

what about the magizine editor ? the magazine editor is given a job to follow up on the current most popular group, so that he/she can write about them in their magazine and make boost their sales. so she researches about them. she/he watches all their interview videos, all their mvs and reads up different information about them. she/he learns their names, how to differentiate them, how they look like when they were young. every. single. thing. she knows every single fact about them and knows even more because she has done live interviews with bts several times. she knows their personality on screen and off screen. she has had coffee with them to find out more about each individual. she knows every single thing about them but still doesn’t call herself an army. why ?

because even though she knows more things about information than the “real” army, doesn’t mean she loves bts with all her heart. doesn’t mean she thinks theyre handsome, doesn’t mean she likes their music.

is being a real army mean that you must know every thing about them ? that you must vote for them every. single. day ? that you must fangirl over them ? that you must post insta posts about them ? that you must have at least 500 pictures of them in your phone ? that you must watch every single video about them ? that you must be able to identify their songs correctly, 3 seconds into it ? no, theres no benchmark for an army. theres no qualifying factor. it just depends on the heart, whether you like bts or not. just this question. as long as you answer, “yes.” and you’re willing, you are an army.

i hate how society determine a real army based on how long theyve been one or how much information they have about them. i hate how they gossip and backstab each other just because they find that someone is a “fake” army. i hate how armys are divided into real and fake. no. theres no such thing. as long as you love them, you can call yourself an army. thats all there is to it. either way, no privilege should be given too, if youre considered a real army. all armys are real, you dont have the privilege to rate them.

another thing about armys are that theyre so pressured so much by how society view them, whether theyre real or not, that they force themselves into voting for them, that they force themselves into fangirling over them, that they force themselves into watching their videos, that they force themselves into researching up on them. this force makes their love for bts fake, cause love, cannot be forced.

everyone should be given their own pace to grow their love for bts, everyone should be given a chance to proclaim their love for bts. they shouldnt be stopped because of how society rate the real and fake armys. as i said. if you love bts and if you’re willing, you are, an army.

just like how you may not know your boyfriend/girlfriend inside out, you may not know bts very well, but in the end, you are still his/her girlfriend/boyfriend, and thats all that really matters.

although i have called my friends fake armys before, although ive hated and gossiped about them because they didn’t know enough facts about bts before, ive learned and grew more mature. that loving bts isnt by force, its by choice. if they say they love them, respect their decision. dont talk poop behind their back. after all love to everyone is different and cannot be questioned. and love is by choice, not by force.

a/n: i kinda wrote my thoughts down and umm if it offended anyone, please tell me and ill immediately take it down !! 🙂

#bts

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