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arcadianambivalence · 13 hours

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IWTV S2E2 and History

One thing I really appreciate about this show is how it interacts with its historical setting. I worried that when Louis and Claudia left New Orleans last season, the show would start to shirk the historical details, but the latest episode has given me enough historical tidbits to chew on (pun intended).

Hidden behind the humor of lines like "Paris is shit" and the thrill of meeting other vampires, there's a sense of foreboding lingering beside the recent traumas.

As with the first episode of season 2, Louis and Claudia are surrounded by reminders of war, even if they do not have the context (or empathy) for the survivors they encounter. Claudia complains that she has to pick twice as many pockets to get by, but the two are still able to afford an apartment. Meanwhile, food staples and clothing are still rationed, but people and pigeons are easy to come by.

"Paris was Nazi scar tissue at the time..."

Louis explains, but the scars historically ran deeper than a tourist (and Louis is The stereotypical tourist in this episode) could understand. Blackouts, food shortages, rations, soldiers, and refugees linger at the corners of the episode.

Even Madeline is introduced to us by a man warning Claudia that she was a collaborator or Nazi sympathizer (he does a subtle salute and points to the shop window), which will certainly influence how the next episodes take her through her narrative beats.

The plays performed by the Théâtre des Vampires cross 1920s to 1940s expressionism with absurdity and horror. Even after all this time, Louis is unenthused about the theatrical performances.

"The plays were weird. They always ended in death or some kind of cruel, barely motivated violence."

Armand's reply is dulled by the onstage spectacle:

"Life is cruel. Life is violent. [...] It was all a seduction to lure the cattle into a willing belief of disbelief."

It's a line that is all the more concerning if you know where the story is going...

Annika, the doomed woman onstage, is from Belgium, yet another country recovering from occupation and war. When she desperately tries to convince the audience to flee (not just for them to help her, but to save themselves), she speaks Dutch, so neither the French nor English-speaking audience members understand her.

Still in character, Santiago pretends to offer her a choice. She could live if she gives up someone to die in her place, if she, as the phrase goes, "turns someone in." First, he offers to take her husband, and she refuses. Then he offers to take her son, and again she refuses. Finally, he points to a man in the audience. She nods vigorously, but it's a cruel joke.

Santiago has already made up his mind about her. He addresses the man, warning him against trusting his neighbors:

"They'll give you up in a wink."

As if someone who spent the last five years in occupied France would need reminding.

The warning is for us, the viewers.

Later, the troupe takes Louis and Claudia to a mansion, ostensibly to eat people who, apparently, hoarded resources from the black market. Another show for Claudia and Louis, tourists who still think of themselves as the "good" vampires. Because why would a troupe of vampires concern themselves with that? They don't need anything from the black market. They don't eat anything from the black market. Where was this sense of justice in recent years?

As with Annika, it's yet another excuse to enact cruel and public violence against people they consider less than them.

So when Santiago's introductory prologue includes lines like:

"Being vampires, and by nature superior to you mortals, we can [...] disrupt your tiny ship called human decency."

"Our jobs, which is at the heart of it, to laugh alongside your misery while you cry and scream for more."

"Everything you're about to see is real. Remember that when you leave here tonight. You are all complicit [...] I love you for it."

You know things are not going to get better for Louis and Claudia.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv s2 #iwtv #my meta

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idontplaytrack · 2 days

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can i do a request of just some rejanis fluff. Like what you did in the home alone fanfic! Thanks boo💕🤗

Sleep(or not)

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, mentions of Regina’s bus accident, chronic pain from said accident

In which Regina’s back pain keeps her up at night, and Janis is worried

“Janis, go to sleep.” Regina says, looking at her nails.

Janis sighs softly, “No.”

“It’s two in the morning, Janis.” Regina continues, putting her hands down.

“Exactly. I’m not going to bed without you.”

“I can’t sleep, baby. You know that.” Regina admits.

Janis watches the clock on the wall, hears the sound of the water boiling in the electric kettle, the sound of the crickets outside…in the dead of the night. Yet, they were awake. “Go to bed. It’s so late.”

“I’m not leaving you alone while you’re in pain, G.” Janis insisted.

Truth be told, Regina wanted to cry. That’s why she wanted Janis to go to bed— she didn’t want Janis to see her like that. “Nothing new.” Regina adds on, “It’s been like this since that damn bus ran me over.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

Regina shook her head, “No. It just hurts and I hate that— never mind, I shouldn’t.”

“No, say it.” Janis urged, “Get it out of your mind.”

“You already know what I’m gonna say, J.” Regina averted her eyes from Janis’. Janis very carefully wrapped her arm around the blonde. “Say it if you need to say it. It’s clearly weighing on your mind no matter what you think.”

Regina scoffs, “I hate that damn bus. How could’ve that guy just speed through like that?”

“Least he got sued.”

“No amount of money makes this pain okay. I’m only turning eighteen and I have to live like this for the rest of my life.”

Janis plants a kiss to the side of the girl’s head, “I’ll be here with you, no matter what.”

“It actually baffles me why you are.” Regina replies, “I tormented you for such a long time and you just forgave me?”

“Regina, let’s not—” Janis disagrees, “All of that: the Burn Book, the name-calling that’s nothing compared to you getting hurt. I’ll recover from that stupid shit, but this? G, this is serious stuff. I like you, and you like me. I’m just glad we’ve both come to terms with our feelings for each other and are where we are right now.”

“I just…feel like a burden.”

“Regina, babe— we’ve both got our issues. You put up with me, I put up with you. Listen, we’ll get through it together no matter what it is. We’re partners.”

Regina couldn’t help but crack a smile, “Thanks, J.”

“Don’t even mention it.” Janis mirrors her smile, relieved, “Now…are you a hundred percent sure you don’t wanna try going back to sleep?”

“Going back? I didn’t even fall asleep the first time.”

“So no to sleep, no to the pill, do you want to soak in a bath?” Janis asks.

“A bath?”

“Yeah.” Janis huffs, “That helped the other time, no?”

“Aw, you remembered.”

“Of course. It’s not like my memory’s been failing me or anything, babe.” Janis responded, “So, what do you say?”

“Fine.” Regina gives in, letting Janis lead her upstairs. Which was a pain by the way. Anyway, they made it back to Regina’s room, Janis picks out a fresh set of comfy clothes for her before going to the connected bathroom to run a bath.

“Go back to bed— I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will, but I’m not going to bed so give it up.” Janis stated, “I’m staying up with you.”

“Jan, are you crazy? There’s school in the morning.”

“It wouldn’t kill me if I skipped a day to take care of you, you know.” Janis sat down beside her.

“It’s not your job to take care of me.” Regina spat.

“It’s not, but as your girlfriend it’s what I’m supposed to do. Otherwise I’m a shitty ass girlfriend.” Janis reasoned, “Stop fighting me on this. Just let me keep you company.” Regina kept quiet, taking a few deep breaths.

“I just hate asking for help. Would rather deal with it on my own.”

Janis looks at her for a moment, “If it was me, would you be leaving me alone to be up all night?”

Regina ponders over her question, “No. I wouldn’t.”

“So, please. Don’t feel bad for stuff like this— I get that it’s hard for you, but I need you to know it’s okay to just tell me you need or want something. I may not be able to give you everything, but I will damn well try.”

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As Regina sat in the tub, Janis sat on the floor, face with face with her. “I feel a little better like this.”

“I bet you do.” Janis nodded, gently squeezing her hands as she spoke.

“I think we should both try and get some sleep once I get outta the tub.” Regina said back, squeezing the smaller girl’s hands too.

“If that’s what you want, sure.” Janis shrugged.

When the pair got back into bed, it was nearly 3a.m., but Regina was in significantly lesser pain and more sleepy after sitting in warm water that was lulling her to sleep. Regina sits in front of Janis, back facing her. Janis was giving her a bit of a massage. “Oh, shit.” Regina groans lowly. Janis immediately retracted her hands, “I’m sorry.”

“No, silly.” Regina chuckles, “That felt pretty good.”

“Oh.” Janis heaves a sigh of relief, “Thank God. I thought I was hurting you more.”

A smile creeps onto the blonde’s face, unbeknownst to Janis. “Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Janis says, her hands still massaging Regina’s back, “Happy to do it,”

Regina started shifting in her seat and eventually turned around to face her girlfriend. She grabs Janis’ hands into her own and brushes her thumbs over her knuckles. Regina wasn’t sure what made her do this, but she was doing. Janis chuckles a little bit, confused, “What are you doing?”

“I dunno.” Regina admits, “Just felt like doing that. And seeing your face.” Janis’ cheeks were tinted a light pink at her words, her head turns away from Regina. “Wow, it’s still so easy to make you blush?” Regina teased. “Damn, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.”

“You are.” Regina sighs softly, cupping her cheek in one hand, “Your big brown eyes look like a doll’s. And your nose? Adorable. God, those lips. So pillowy soft.”

Janis allows a grin to show up on her face. Regina tugs on her arm to get her to climb into her lap. Janis gets the hint and got on, legs bracketing either side of her hips. “I don’t say this enough, and I know it. I want to change that.” Regina brushes the hair out of Janis’ face, tucking the loose strands behind her ear.

“I love you.” The blonde said softly, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Janis reciprocated immediately, smiling into it.

“I love you, too, G.”

Regina held her like this for awhile before they eventually crawler under the covers to get some sleep before the sun rises. “Face the other way. I can massage your back for you until you fall asleep.”

“Mm, no.” Regina hums, “I want to see your face.”

Janis bites back a smile, “Okay.”

“I’ll be okay, I promise.” Regina whispers, wrapping her arms around Janis. “It’ll just take a day or two for it pass.”

Janis nodded, snuggling against her chest comforting, “I hear you, babe. I know. You’ll be okay.”

“Close your eyes.” They both said, nearly in unison making them both chuckle.

“I’ll make you pancakes in the morning?” Janis grins, face buried in her chest.

“Yum, please do, baby.” Regina agreed, holding her closer.

“Good night, G.” Janis nodded, “Get some sleep.”

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doctorcurdlejr · 16 hours

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Niko!! what'd you think of I saw the tv glow. I finally saw it last night and noticed you posting about it so I wanted to know your thoughts :)

Levi!!! I was JUST wondering what you were thinking about the movie after I saw you posting about it as well... we are so media discussion pilled in this way, it's awesome. ANYWAYS I've had so many thoughts since I first saw it and I've been trying to turn them into something coherent for a little bit now.

Ummm okay I have written 1k+ words about this movie, the suburbs, and escapism via teen TV.... clearly I was dying for somebody to ask this I guess so thank you for indulging me <3

First and foremost, I absolutely loved it! I've seen it twice now and the first time I watched it I got to see Jane Schoenbrun talk about the film right after. I already really liked it from that first watch alone. I found it so deeply relatable to my experiences - both in terms of growing up gay and trans, but where I am now in my 20s trying to navigate adulthood. Hearing what Schoenbrun had to say really cemented my feelings and thoughts about the film.

During the director discussion, Schoenbrun talked a little bit about this idea of how truly fucking bizarre it is to grow up in the suburbs. Like, when we think about the pinnacle of normality in American culture, it's the image of middle-class cis-hetero-white suburbia. At the same time, despite this cultural dream of normality, everybody is hyper-aware that the suburbs are one of the least normal things ever. So, the ACTUAL cultural understanding of it is that it's where we go to, like, passively kill ourselves (*George Costanza voice* WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY YOU KNOW!).

This idea isn't new, I mean there are so many films and shows about navigating that specific bizarre dissonance from Rebel Without a Cause to Heathers to Twin Peaks. Probably half the pre-teen to teen TV I watched obsessively growing up, stuff like Strange Days at Blake Holsey High, Making Fiends, Truth or Scare, and eventually Riverdale, were never shy about being weird and morbid and saying "yes, the suburbs are exactly as bizarre and lethal in the ways you can already feel in your bones at 13." I Saw the TV Glow does a really good job of keying not only into that mental dissonance but more specifically into how those of us who have felt so intrinsically weird and different and wrong fell back on these shows like they were capable of doing the emotional version of a rescue breath maneuver after being drowned.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer was a big influence on the movie (it's why Amber Benson makes a cameo as Johnny Link's mom). Even though I don't have the same emotional link to Buffy since I never watched it, I recognize it as the same type of warmth I experienced growing up with Riverdale. When Owen says he feels like his insides have been scooped out but that he's too afraid to look and have that wrongness everybody knows is there be confirmed, Maddy simply responds "Maybe you're like Isabel. Afraid of what's inside you." Tears forming but not falling, breathing shallowly, I grabbed the paper and pen the theater keeps at the seats for people to order food with and wrote that line down - the slip of paper is still somewhere in my car. Writing it now almost feels lame in its simplicity, but it felt like my insides were being flayed open.

In high school, if there were two things about me that any person who even vaguely knew me could list off it was that I watched Riverdale, and I was a lesbian - and I was mocked more for the Riverdale. At that age, I was, without a doubt, the most miserable I have ever felt in my life. I rarely left the house because my family lived in a development that made me want to scratch my skin off when I walked out our front door. Owen didn't leave the house for days, afraid Maddy could somehow force him out. I sobbed constantly and frequently to depressing indie rock on the floor of my closet while hoping my family would just once read the (honest to god) KEEP OUT poster plastered on my door since I didn't have a lock on it. Owen didn't leave his room for days, afraid of what Maddy recognized in him. I didn't go on dates and kept my chest binder shoved to the bottom of my bookbag while wearing dresses that could've come from a how-to-be the perfect 50s housewife manual. Owen didn't leave his bed for days, afraid of Maddy touching his neck and Isabel's dress. I also watched Riverdale with the kind of zeal you see in a Pentecostal who has found God and started speaking in tongues to let you know it. I own a button that says, "Don't Make Me Go Dark Betty On You," I cherish it in a way that is only achieved by knowing exactly how corny and trite it is and then moving straight past that because well actually, and most people wouldn't get this, she's holding back something deeply dark and wild and- and disgusting. something painful yet intrinsically her. but i get it, obviously. or maybe not obviously! hopefully not obviously, but- basically, I'm just saying I get it: the experience of reflection and recognition through the other and all that.

Whatever, the point is that this movie is one big glaring trans allegory about how it sucks dog shit to live in the suburbs, and even at our most repressed we find these little snow globes of actualization in the glow of a tv screen that isn't afraid to show you the world you see. I've seen some people say that, like, in this context accepting or coming into your transness is this monumental death of self, which I get, but I feel there lacks a nuance in that. Unlike Maddy who buries herself alive, Owen doesn't kill himself upon facing the reality that the world is constructed to keep him miserable; the only way out being to take back what it is that the world wants to keep scooped out of him. This lack of suicide sucks in the kind of way that forces you to sit in your car on the midnight drive home and think to yourself am I letting myself suffocate because at some point knowing the misery became less scary than admitting I've been capable of doing something about it the whole time?

Maddy is an out lesbian who left town to escape the misery and found it strapped to her ankles. She slinks out, an animal pressed against the gymnasium floor, and says "I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Owen looks into the camera and narrates. He cuts himself open with a box cutter, fully acknowledges what's there, and the movie ends with his suffocating apology parade for the unnoticeable inconvenience of his excruciating suffering. You can be gay and trans, you can know it and you can stop repressing it, but you're not going to stop suffocating until you can find a way to kill the part of you that truly deeply does want to die, reaching for the comforting euthanasia of normalcy. Stop visiting the dream of the life you want and make it into your reality with the same kind of unrepentant conviction seen in some underfunded but wildly ambitious teen television series. In other words: you must survive the ego death of being weird. A weirdo, who doesn't fit in and doesn't want to fit in!

Clearly, I’ve been enchanted by the film’s narrative and meta-textual language. If you're familiar with it, you can see how Schoenbrun built this movie like a long-form dream episode of a canceled teen show filmed in Vancouver. Lynchian? Yeah, sure. Riverdalesque? THIS we cannot possibly deny. Schoenbrun said they included Amber Benson as an act of healing the inner rage experienced at Tara’s death in Buffy. This is a Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa ending Riverdale with a bisexual polycule after his gay Archie play got ceased-and-desisted type move. There’s probably more I could say about the soundtrack and the visuals, but I’ve hit over 1k words on this, so I’ll leave it at I enjoyed this movie a lot. :)

#i saw the tv glow #riverdale #< the sister tag to me talking about this movie at this rate...#i saw the tv glow spoilers #asks

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 6 hours

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Lunch Break

Warnings: age gap, smut, belly bulge, cam girl reader, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You’d been working for James for about three months now. He needed an assistant and you needed a job, you didn’t realize you’d be working for the James Hetfield but he made it easy to get used to.

James loved having you as his assistant. You helped him around the house, helped him with band stuff, money stuff. Anything and everything he needed help with you were there.

However, you had a lunch break everyday. This wouldn’t be an issue, it’s not really an issue anyway, though it does confuse James.

Instead of just sticking around and ordering food like he figured you would since he lives in a fairly remote area you hurry off somewhere and he doesn’t see you until your lunch is over.

If you asked for more time he’d happily let you have longer but you never seemed to need it, never asked.

One day he decided to follow you, just to see what you were really doing.

You went through the day as per usual, talking and helping, doing what you can and what he asked and when the clock hit 12:00pm you went for lunch.

You snuck out the back, there was a small porch out there and James figured you’d just sit down but you didn’t. You went down the stairs and started on your way across the field. James made sure to keep his distance so as not to alarm you and followed you all the way to the forested area surrounding a nearby creek.

With the trees it was easier to hide.

James watched as you set yourself up. You’d brought a bag out here which seemed to hold a lot. A blanket, tripod and what looked to be toys. Obviously this intrigued James.

You set up your phone and soon started filming yourself. Starting off more vanilla and just looking around. Then your top came off, revealing your smooth chest, plush and supple skin free in the wind.

It was when you revealed what was under your skirt, or rather what wasn’t under your skirt, that James decided to make his presence known.

“Well what do we have here?” He came out into the open and smiled when you scrambled to cover yourself.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“Didn’t what?” He interrupted. “Didn’t mean to? Didn’t think I’d find out?” You but your lip, thighs helplessly squeezing together. “Needy, are we?” He sat next to you, tilting the camera down so no one could see his face. “Could’ve just asked, you know” he said, sliding his hand up and down your thigh before spreading your legs, giving him full view of your glistening cunt. “I would’ve been more than happy to help you out” he slid a thick finger between your folds, teasing your clit.

You gasped softly. “I didn’t know-“ you were cut off by a moan as he push his finger into you. “It-it’s live…” you said, giving him a warning.

James shrugged. “I’ve done worse than fuck my assistant on camera.” Without warning he started roughly fucking you with his fingers, pushing in a second and then a third, poking and prodding at your gummy insides until your back arched and your eyes rolled back, loud noises ripping from your throat out into the openness.

“That’s a good girl” he praised. “No need for silicone when you’ve got me, right?” You looked up at him with big eyes as he took his belt off.

James held his belt in his hands for a moment. He stared at you, thinking of his next move before taking your hands and tying them together with the leather strap.

Once you were properly restrained he stripped and held himself over you. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing, hm? Thinking I wouldn’t find out about your little videos” he teased your hole with his cock, his big tip already stretching you out so perfectly.

“Fuck~ gimme more” you gleamed, grinning up at him. James didn’t wait to give you what you wanted, eagerly filling you to the brim, going balls deep in you with one thrust. Your eyes crossed and your belly bulged.

James hips snapped ruthlessly in and out of you, drawing more noises than you knew you could make out of you. He had your knees by your ears and your ass in the air, his big hands holding your hips in a bruising grip, occasionally smacking your ass. “Dirty fucking slut, recording yourself getting fucked on my property? This is what you wanted all along, you wanted me to come out here and find you and fuck you good and hard, huh?”

“Fuck! Please, feels s’good” you cried.

“Oh, fuck, what is it?” He grunted, smacking your ass again and causing you to yelp. “Bitch wants to cum?” You nodded, hands twitching in their restraints as his hips continuously rammed into you.

Your eyes rolled back again and you came. James pulled out and rubbed his tip on your clit, helping you ride out your high and reaching his own along the way, hot, white liquid spurting onto your stomach.

You reached for the camera but James got it first. He held it to show you, running his hand over your stomach and spreading his cum around. “Look at that, wish that was inside of you, huh?” He smiled down at you.

He gave your phone back and your turned it off. When you weren’t looking James started licking you clean, shamelessly hitting your clit over and over again.

#metallica x reader #metallica smut #metallica imagines #metallica fanfiction #metallica #james hetfield x you #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield

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certifiedgeeker · 2 days

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“Freak in you”

preview

starting — choso kamo x black! coded reader

contents: college au, smut of course. some feet kissing, nothing too specific yet since it’s a preview

authors note: ahhhhh ik i was supposed to finish my collection like a year ago but i got y’all. i’m about to start being active because i’m ngl these fanfiction streets desperately need a good writer because some of y’all suck ass and don’t know how to make creative story lines or even congruently make a story flow and i’m sick of reading stories that look as though they were written by a 14 year old so here i go !

word count: 621

“you ever came off head before?” the question lazily mumbled against your ear made your heart race and your pussy throb. you were not supposed to be here in this man’s bed yet here you were.

“no.” you meekly responded to which he let out a chuckle sending another pulse through your core. fuck this man was fine and wanted to eat your pussy, couldn’t have better hit the jackpot.

“don’t do that.” you drawled sucking your teeth, twisting your face up at him.

“don’t be mad princess, i’m not making fun of you promise. just surprised is all—pretty girl like you ? i’d be dying to eat this pussy all the time.” he stated without the slightest bit of shame making you weak in the knees. how could he be so…vulgar.

everything about him was so tantalizing. choso kamo, he’s your lab partner for your forensics class. a quiet guy who didn’t talk much with you but when he did is was always so flirty. you’d told him before you had a man but he’d always respond with “if he was doing his job you would be ignoring me right now sweet girl.” that’d send a wave of heat to your cheeks and somewhere else too because it is was true.

he wasn’t doing his job, he’d been “down on his luck” more than a few times and it’s almost like he enjoyed living off you. while you were raised on nothing but expecting princess treatment from a man here you were taking care of one—which was no problem of course. it was all out of love but it’d be a favor that was constantly never returned.

that’s why when choso got a little flirty the other day after class you took the bait. packing up after a lecture you’d noticed him out the side of your eye staring you down.

“did you need something sir?” you asked, a bit of attitude coated your words.

“yeah for you not bite my head off, im not coming to bother you too much. was just hoping you could give me a bit of help understanding whatever that last bit of shit professor meant.” his words as lax as his stride as he approached you.

you knew choso was by no means unintelligent averaging a’s and b’s constantly on all class assignments. “you don’t need my help you just wanna bother me.” you stated matter of factly placing your hand on you hip as you sucked your teeth

“i’ll beg if that’s what you want.” he shot back way too quickly as if it’d been something he’d thought about before. “sir get the the fuck—.” you started ready to pop off but he’d already beaten you to it “i’m not expecting anything for free, i can pay you in return.” that lazy smirk gracing his face, the same one he sported as he lowered himself between your legs as he kept eye contact with you refusing to break it.

he left kisses in his wake down your stomach, across your thighs, even your ankles and feet making the heat rise to your face and look away though not for long. “make sure you’re watching me while i make you feel good, understand?” he questioned and you ignored.

“i need words, or else we can stop this right here.” no hint of previous playfulness in his tone just lust and the need to fuck your shit up.

“yeah i hear you.” was all you could say trying to not let the tremble of your voice show. “good girl.” he cooed pressing a warm kiss to the bottom of your pedicured feet before resuming where he left off which was studying every part of you.

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chaifootsteps · 8 hours

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Speaking of blitzø being happy without stolas, I think of the couch scene parallels. Stolas whimpering and crying all alone, fantasising and obsessing about Blitzø. Contrast to Blitzø, content, silly, smiling and just happier than ever. Eating his favourite foods, watching his favourite shows, making a bond with Asmodeus and helping create a support system for a friend going through a hard time. If this parallel is supposed to show how “perfect for each other” they are, it failed.

I thought episodes 6 and 7 were going to be the start of his new arc, he shows protectiveness empathy and restraint to help his beloved friend not once but twice. Apologises for things, and gets a hug. I thought he’d change because he wanted to change, that the positive reinforcement of that embrace and gratitude would motivate him to open up more and try harder.

He seems to light up every time he gets told he’s doing a good job, and just wants that affirmation. I feel like if I were to write him redeeming himself, I’d start by having his closest family (Mox Millie and Loona) telling him they’re sick of him butting into their lives, and before he can get too desolate they say they’re sick of it because they never get to ask him about his. “You’ve met our families, shaked our fathers hands, helped us. We want to know about yours. We want to know why you act the way you do.”

Show that they care enough about him to want to know about his past, who the people in the picture frames are (like Loonas aunt!) why he changed his name. We had a hint of that in spring breakers and it was nice. They didn’t ask questions, they just helped him against Verosika without needing to. Because he was mad at her for bullying moxxie (which he does too, but still). His life is interesting. And it suddenly occurs to him that it’s not just that they don’t like his behaviour, but that he’s behaving in an unequal way. It’s hard to consider someone a friend when they know everything about you, but you know nothing about them. Have Loona say she can’t fully accept him as her father when she doesn’t know who he and her extended family, is. That would Segway so nicely into a story arc of learning about his past, with a foundation of found family, and the bond of IMP.

People grow and change through empathy and positive reinforcement with a goal of loving themselves. Not by ganging up on someone, publicly laughing at them as a crowd, screaming their failings in their face, and threatening to leave. I hate that shot of blitzø looking tiny and broken under a sheet, while stolas is on stage smiling and laughing at his expense, and the trailer trying to tell me this moment is when Blitzø “realised how beautiful stolas is and fell in love” oh vomit. He already hates himself, blames himself for everyone’s problems, and is severely afraid of being hated. So this plot looks deeply, deeply mean spirited and cruel. Fuck stolas and his giant army of fans and defenders inside and outside the show.

He sucks.

He does, and you know what also sucks? The fact that right now, with Stolas leaving him alone and Fizz back in his life, Blitz has been the happiest and most well-adjusted we've ever seen him.

#Anonymous #stolitz critical #helluva boss critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

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Slow It Down (D.R.W/S.F.K)- Chapter 7

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka, (barely a mention of) Josh Kiszka x Male O.C.

Genre: angst (live laugh love Danny’s inner monologue), fluff (Sam and Danny really aren’t keeping their feelings for each other on the down low)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Danny’s anxious inner monologue, oiud and alcohol consumption

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July 15th, 7:27 AM

Danny’s ripped from sleep by a pillow smacking him square in the face, shooting up in his bed still half-asleep to see Josh standing beside it with a mischievous grin, pillow in hand. “What the fuck man? What was that for? And how did you get in here?”

“Lori let me in.”

“Ok? That doesn’t answer my other two questions.” He drags his hand down his face, trying to piece together any reason for Josh to be in his room at almost 7:30 in the morning. “And don’t call my mom Lori, it’s weird.”

“Only weird if you make it weird, Danny boy. Anyways, I’m here because you’re going camping with us. Today. For a week and a half. We leave in an hour so get to packing.” Josh throws the pillow back at Danny, turning to leave without any more explanation.

“Wait what- who is ‘we’? And why didn’t you tell me about this earlier? You really expect me to pack for that long in an hour?”

“Yes. And ‘we’ is Jake and I, we only decided we were doing this at like three in the morning so just be glad I didn’t wake you up then.”

“You and Jake? Will- will Sam be there?” Danny prays to any being that would hear his pleas that Josh wouldn’t see the blush settling across his cheeks in the semi-darkness of the room, embarrassed that he was already getting so worked up at the thought of the man.

“Yeah, Jake’s getting him up now.” A sly smile works its way onto his lips, and Danny prepares himself for the teasing he knows must be coming. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t- I don’t care if he’s there or not just, y’know, wanted to know.” Smooth. You played that one off really well, Danny. Great fucking job.

“Alright. Also just a heads up, we can’t find the big tent so you and him are sharing a double. See you in a few.” Josh closes the door behind himself as he leaves, not allowing Danny a chance to respond.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Danny scrambles out of his bed in near panic, setting in on packing whatever he could find in the limited time he had been given. It’s just camping with the twins. And Sam. For a week and a half. Where you’ll be sharing a tent with Sam. It’s fine. This is fine.

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10:57 AM

“Why can’t I get any bars here?” Sam whines the second he steps out of Josh’s car, holding his phone in the air in any attempt to get service.

“Probably because there’s no cell service here. We’re all unplugging for the week, turn your phone off so it doesn’t die in case we need it in an emergency.” Jake answers him as he closes his door, making his way to the trunk to begin unloading the rest of their camping gear and bags.

Sam lowers his phone in defeat, turning it off as Jake had said as he grumbles to himself. “Wouldn’t do us any good in an emergency if we don’t have service.”

Josh slaps him on the back lightly as he joins the others at the trunk, immediately throwing two large camp chairs into his arms. “Oh, cheer up, you get to spend the week with the best big brothers in the world. And Danny, of course. With our amazing company, you won’t even need your phone.”

“What if I wanted to text my friends? What about that, huh?”

Jake glances over at his younger brother, confusion written across his face as his brows furrow. “You have friends? Like, present company excluded?”

“If my arms weren’t full, I would flip you off.”

Josh bumps Sam’s shoulder as he passes him, already on his second trip from the car to where they were setting up camp. “Hey, less talking, more unloading. The sooner we get set up, the sooner we can go on a hike.”

Sam trails after Josh with a groan, dropping the chairs in a pile next to the ones his brother had already set up. “Ugh, it’s only 11 AM and we’ve been up since 7:30. This is supposed to be a vacation, can I at least take a nap first?”

“Hike first, nap later.”

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6:11 PM

It had taken the group two hours to completely set up their secluded camp site, choosing to spend the rest of the day hiking around the Kiszka’s private property in the forested mountains of Michigan, finally returning to their camp site after Sam had begun to complain every five minutes about how long their hike was becoming. He flops down into one of the four camp chairs set around their firepit as Danny starts piling small branches to start a fire. “Can I take a nap now?”

“If you take a nap now, might as well go to sleep, Sammy.”

“Oh, shut up.” Despite his best efforts, Sam can’t keep a smile from creeping onto his face, painfully aware that if the comment had come from anyone other than Danny, he would have snapped back with something in annoyance.

“Why don’t you make me, Kiszka?” Sam’s head snaps towards the man at his tone, the smirk on his face only fueling the butterflies beginning to flutter in his stomach.

“Oh, you’re on.” Before he can think to stop himself, Sam springs out of his chair, closing the distance between them and tackling him around the middle. Sam lands on top of him as Danny falls flat on his back, taking advantage of his surprise to get the upper hand momentarily.

Danny grins up at him, allowing Sam to hold onto what little advantage he had for a moment longer. “You really don’t want to start this.”

“Oh, I think I do. I always won when we wrestled in high school. What? You afraid of losing again, Wagner?” Before he knows it, Danny completely flips their positions, pinning Sam to the ground by his wrists as he sits on him.

“I’m a lot stronger than I was when I was 15. And you always won because you’d give me wet willies so I’d lose my focus.” He sees Sam’s eyes go wide, feeling his heartbeat speed up below his hands as he realizes that he was fully straddling Sam.

“…You two ok?” Both men whip their heads towards Josh to see him awkwardly watching their interaction, having returned with matches and lighter fluid to start their fire.

Danny scrambles off Sam, putting as much distance between them without raising any further suspicions. “Yep, fine. Sam thought he could still best me in wrestling so I uh- proved him wrong?” He didn’t mean for his sentence to turn into a question as he tried to find any explanation for why he had been on top of Sam, despite his explanation being the truth.

“Ooookay, well uh, Jake’s getting the veggie dogs from the cooler now, you two should find us some sticks to roast them on.

“Yeah, yep, can do. I’m gonna go uh… do that.” Sam glances at Danny once before turning abruptly and walking straight into the woods, pretending to be completely focused on his task as his mind wandered back to the feeling of Danny on top of him.

“I’ll go do that too.” Danny turns in the opposite direction that Sam had gone, trying to escape Josh before he started questioning him. Unfortunately, he doesn’t leave fast enough, Josh’s curiosity getting the best of him now that Sam was out of earshot.

“Not you, Sam can find them.” Shit. Danny turns back to him slowly, already dreading the conversation before him. “So, what was that really?”

“Wrestling, like I said.”

“Right. So, we’re just gonna ignore the fact that you’re getting hard over having Sam pinned to the ground by his wrists as you straddled him?”

FUCK. Danny glances down, immediately moving to adjust his shorts and tie his flannel around his waist even though Josh had already made it extremely clear that he knew. “Listen, I-”

“Nope, please don’t pull an excuse out of your ass.” Josh’s voice is steady and calm as he crouches next to the firepit, pouring the lighter fluid over the wood before striking a match and tossing it onto the pile. “You like him, don’t you.”

“Of course I like him, he’s my friend.”

Josh deadpans at him, his face going blank before he cocks an eyebrow at him. “We both know that’s not what I meant. C’mon Danny, I’m your best friend, I won’t tell Sam if you like him like that.”

“Fine.” Danny lets out a sigh of defeat as he makes his way to Josh’s side, panic creeping into him that Sam was still close enough to hear. “Yes, I like Sam like that. I have for years. He’s made it clear that there’s no chance for that though, so can we please move on and forget about what you saw?”

“I wouldn’t say there’s no chance.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Josh shrugs as he pokes at the fire with a nearby stick, pretending to act as if he knew nothing more than what Danny had confessed to him. “I’m just saying you should try to make a move, see how he reacts.”

“Nope, not doing that. We just fixed this, Josh, I’m not ruining it again.”

Josh smiles at the thought, remembering when Sam had said almost the exact same thing just days before. “Just trust me, alright?” Their conversation is cut off as Sam returns with six large sticks, plopping down into one of the camping chairs again as he sets in on sharpening the ends.

“What are we talking about?”

Josh shoots Danny a secretive smile before getting up to help his brother. “Nothing. Need any help?”

“Yeah, sure.” Sam moves past the suspicious comment despite his mind catching on whatever they could have possibly been talking about before his arrival. Josh wouldn’t have told Danny about their conversation from the other night, right? “Just don’t let Jake near any knives when he gets back, I still don’t have the tip of my thumb from when we were kids.”

“What did you think was going to happen, it magically grow back?” Josh snorts.

“I don’t know, I was kind of hoping so.”

“That’s not how that works, Sammy.”

“I mean like, lizards can regrow whole limbs.”

“Are you a lizard?”

“…no.”

“Exactly.” As the brothers begin arguing lightheartedly, Danny tunes them out as he pokes at the fire, his focus on Josh’s words before Sam had interrupted them. Would it really be so stupid to try again? It’s been a few years, maybe his feelings have changed. No, that’s fucking stupid. We’re just friends, why can’t I just leave it at that? I finally have him back, I can’t risk losing him again.

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10:42 PM

“Josh, just how much weed did you bring?” Sam questions his older brother as he removes the half-smoked joint from between his lips, surprised at how generous Josh had been with giving each of them a whole joint, as if he wasn’t worried about running out before the trip ended.

He offers a lopsided smile at him, his eyes nearly closed from both the amount of weed he had smoked in the last few hours and the fire burning bright between them. “Enough for it to be incredibly illegal even if we divided it between the four of us.”

“Yeah, but this is private property though.”

“And?” Jake cuts in, looking up from the guitar he was absentmindedly strumming.

“That changes things, right?”

“That doesn’t change jack shit, Sammy.”

“I have a medical card so that might help? Depending on how much he brought.” Danny pipes up despite the amusement he was getting from watching the brother’s bicker.

“See! Danny has a plan.” Sam says triumphantly before turning back to the man beside him in confusion. “Wait, why do you have a medical card?”

“Chronic pain management. Playing golf for years like I did nearly tore my left rotar cuff, which I still have issues with and let me tell you, it’s a bitch when it flares up. Josh’s boyfriend, Austin, has one for his Ehlers Danlos pain management and helped me through the process.”

“Huh.” Sam considers this for a moment, his expression still tinted with confusion. “Why didn’t you tell me.”

“Never asked.” He shrugs before taking a sip of his White Claw, tearing his eyes from Sam to instead stare at the fire before him.

“Well, in honor of Daniel possibly having our backs in the off chance that cops show up, he gets to play the next song.” Jake stands clumsily, teetering past the fire to hand Danny his guitar before quickly finding his seat again and half-collapsing onto the canvas.

“What should I play?” He moves the guitar in his lap as his fret hand comes to rest on the top of the neck, his other hand resting against the worn pickguard.

“Whatever you want, your choice.” Danny thinks for a moment before a song pops into his mind, smiling wide before beginning to whistle as he strums.

“Alabama, Arkansas; I do love my ma and pa, not the way that I do love you. Well, holy, moly, me oh my. You’re the apple of my eye, Girl, I’ve never loved one like you.” As Danny finishes the first two parts of the first verse, he turns to the man beside him, hoping he would understand his cue in their inebriated states. “Sammy!”

He blinks for a moment before he gets it, sitting up straighter in his seat as he tries to catch up. “Man, oh, man, you’re my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness. There ain’t nothing that I need!” Josh lets out a whoop as they find the flow of it, the reason for his grin only known by him.

“Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie. Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ.”

“There ain’t nothing please me more than you. Oh, home, let me come home. Home is whenever I’m with you.”

They continue this way until they reach the bridge, Danny yelling Josh’s name to ask him to whistle as the two men spoke through the song. “Sam?”

“Daniel Wagner.”

“Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?”

“I sure do, you came jumping out after me!”

“Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place. And I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?”

“Yes, I do.” Sam smiles wide, warmth blossoming in his chest despite knowing they were just saying the lyrics to the song.

“Well, there’s something I never told you that night.”

“What didn’t you tell me?”

“While you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you. And I never told you ‘til just now!”

Sam misses his next spoken cue as well as the intro to the chorus as tears come to his eyes, wishing deep down that Danny was actually saying those words to him, that he meant it from his heart. Danny continues the chorus alone, his brows furrowing slightly at the absence of Sam’s voice. “Home, let me come home. Home is whenever I’m with you. Oh, home, let me come home. Home is where I’m alone with you.”

His hand stills on the guitar, cutting it off as he sang unaccompanied. “Home, let me come home. Home is wherever I’m with you.” There’s a beat of silence where Danny worries that Sam wouldn’t continue, his heart sinking until the other man takes a deep breath, fixing him with an almost pained smile before singing again.

“Oh, home, yes, I am home; home is when I’m alone with you.” Danny chooses to ignore the small crack in his voice, smiling back at Sam as he resumes playing, singing through the outro with him until they come to its close.

“ENCORE! ENCOREEE!” Josh shoots out of his seat, clapping enthusiastically as Danny allowed himself one more moment to gaze at Sam, his mind still wandering back to the words they had sung to each other.

“Thanks, but I think I’m done for the night. It’s your turn, Josh.” Danny hands the guitar off to him, smiling with the knowledge that he was the only one out of the four of them who didn’t know how to play the guitar.

“Low blow, Danny. Low blow.” He feigns a look of hurt before passing the guitar back to Jake. “It’s fine though, that’s why I keep Jakey around to play while I serenade people with my voice.”

“More like scream at people.” Jake shoots back, dodging the swat Josh sends his way the best he could with the guitar and his proximity to the fire. Danny’s focus goes back to Sam as the twins squabble, thinking that he saw tears in his eyes in the dim light of the fire.

“Hey.” He reaches out, gently tapping the arm of his camp chair to capture his attention before continuing quietly. “You ok?”

“Mhm.” His response comes immediately as he sits up in his seat straighter, wiping his eyes as discreetly as he could. “The uh, smoke just got in my eyes.”

“Alright, just wanted to check.” He settles back into his seat, only half believing Sam’s excuse about the smoke. Why would he be crying? Was it the song? Did I do something wrong again? No, it’s probably just from being around his brothers again. At everything being the way it used to be. It wouldn’t be because of me, it can’t be.

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#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #daniel gvf #sam gvf #sanny gvf #greta van angst #greta van fluff #sam kiszka x danny wagner #sam kiszka #danny wagner

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shadyhouse · 1 year

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hey guys, i hate having to do this all the time but im scary broke again 😞 i've been applying to jobs all week, i even applied to a temp agency, but i havent had any luck with work... i havent gotten a commission in over two weeks now, probably because it's con season, so i've been barely scraping by. i'm trans and i have no family to help me out so i'm trying to survive on my own pretty much

i just woke up this text and im freaking out. i have bills coming up, and i only have $4 in my bank account. i need to start paying next month's bills in a week!! hopefully i can score a project with the temp agency soon but it doesn't seem likely so far

i'm still applying to jobs but since i can only get jobs on my bus route i have to find things in my area which has been difficult. i've been working on commissions daily and trying to get through my queue as fast as i can.

if anyone wants to help me at all, i'd really appreciate it... anything at all helps. i'm open for commissions too! my turnaround time is 1-2 months depending on complexity. you can see my art here https://furaffinity.net/user/shadyhouse (warning: most of what i make is nsfw, please only commission me if youre 18+)

if you want to just donate and help me out, even a couple of dollars will help me, you can send it here

paypal.me/bewearrr

venmo: @tobias_leviathan

ko-fi.com/shadyhouse

otherwise, i'd really appreciate reblogs 🙏 please don't feel obligated to donate if you cant afford to, i'd like for you to be able to survive as well!

thank you for reading this far, i'm sorry i have to do this all the time, i really wish it wasn't the case. i'll update if things start to look up for me

#i never know what to tag these things um.... sorry 😞 im so embarrassed every time i have to make these posts #if it were up to me i would have a job already but we live in a hellscape #where they expect you to do a song and dance just to score an interview nevermind actually get the job #im really struggling. im very very unmedicated and im very very depressed and every day is a goddamn hurdle at this point im SICK of this

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autistic-shaiapouf · 2 months

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Beginning to really wonder how much of my financial concern is manufactured and handed to me as opposed to something I'm genuinely concerned by

#bc like. i'm getting by just fine. i don't have anything to be reasonably worried about #but also when i was a kid my father would break down my mother's paycheck and basically explain how broke we were #and that May Have Affected Me Somewhat #as well as just. the way you consistently see the advice to just save! don't get takeout! necessities! and i'm not intent on living like #a monk nor am i intent on being on that grindset for financial gain #it's like i don't intrinsically care but i have so many messages given to me about how i need to care a lot and it puts me in a weird spot #i am simultaneously standing still and moving at mach speeds #i mean right now i just need a safety net while in between jobs; after that i need to save up to move out of state bc the uh #political situation and upcoming presidential election don't seem very sustainable for someone like me anymore #they weren't to begin with but i don't wanna stick around to see how bad it's gonna get #but it's like. okay and then what? save for what? going back to school i guess? idk #i feel like i keep asking myself what i'm trying to accomplish and keep trying to force myself to have answers #here and now when i have to be okay with taking things one step at a time instead of having everything here and now #it's simultaneously fine and terrible and i am holding two conflicting yet equal truths #i feel i may have a clearer head once i leave my current job. i'm trying to look but nothing feels appealing given how #burnt out i already feel. i dread going back into my workplace and i fear it's showing to the patients and i don't want that #i want a month off to rediscover who i am as a person outside of getting yelled at in retail and then pick something back up #could be feasible. genuinely could be. i need to sort out the health insurance aspect but. that's lowkey the plan?#to construct a financial safety net and then slam on the breaks for a while; see if i can strike up a deal with the staff about me #coming in for specific tasks bc we already know i'm quick and efficient with the inventory so i do have a little leverage #you know what. this is getting some of it off my chest and i'm starting to feel confident again lmao #i won't be doing weekends starting either next week or the week after so that's a start! i just think i want everything done right now #bc i'm afraid i won't have the chance again but i will. i definitely will #i just need to let myself get to that point; it's just the immense drain from the register work and the Everything that comes with retail #also having to accept that it's okay to leave this; there's not something wrong with me like. ''not being able to handle it'' or w/e #no mindfulness or detachment could've saved me; it was shit and i'm hitting the bricks and that's all there is to it #i've been thinking a lot about it all lately bc it's what's most prominent in my life rn of course #idk. pondering. introspecting. as i am wont to do #anyways if you've read all this you're a real mvp and i am kissing you on the hand #shai speaks

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corvidcall · 2 years

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Did you ever tell the story of why ******* kicked you out because she forgot to pick you up from work on here? I remember it happening in real time and it was not funny but in retrospect, it's 200 upvotes on reddit material lol

LMAO its so funny you censored her name. like shes gonna be here or something. cant let her know i still think shes a bitch!!!!!

anyway heres fun little anecdote about that time i was forced to move out, in the style of an aita post, fake names and all

AITA for being mad at my roommate for not driving my somewhere?

I (22nb) live with two roommates, Makenzie (22f) and Justin (19 trans m). We all met because we worked at the same place, and we've been living together for almost a year. Of the three of us, I'm the only one who has lived with roommates before, but I can't tell if I'm being TA here?

Makenzie is the only one of us who can drive, and she agreed when we moved in together that, if we gave her some money to buy her mom's car, then she would drive us places whenever she was able. I work a little over a mile away from our apartment, so I CAN walk, but since I get off work at around 9pm, and the sidewalks aren't really well-maintained (it's a really industrial part of town, so it's not GREAT for walking), she agreed that she would pick me up after work every day.

Last week, I got off work, and waited for her to show up, and she never came. I texted her a few times, and when she didn't respond after I'd been waiting for almost an hour, I texted that I would be walking home. Apparently, she'd fallen asleep, and midway through my walk home, she woke up, got in her car, and tried to come find me to drive me home. She couldn't find me (the sidewalk is really hard to see from the road, and it's extremely dark, so I'm not surprised), and then frantically tried to get a hold of me to make sure I wasn't dead. I didn't see her texts because I was 1. walking and 2. on the phone with my partner. When I got home, she was pissed that I made her worry. She thinks I did it on purpose to get revenge? I told her I was just busy, and she seemed to accept that, but today she and our other roommate sat me down and told me that I needed to find a new place to live, because "this wasn't working out."

According to her, I'm not entitled to a ride anywhere, so I had no right to be mad at her for not giving me a ride, and I certainly didn't have a right to make her think I was dead (I literally told her I was walking home??). She also brought up that I never do my chores on the chore wheel (she made the chore wheel without asking. She just announced that she'd made a chore wheel and I had to clean the living room, which I'm almost never in anyway) and that I owe her $200 (from when we adopted our cat, which I think is weird to bring up when you're trying to kick me out?? it's not like I'm gonna get to keep the cat). She's saying I'm entitled and inconsiderate, but I feel like she's punishing me for the fact that she flaked. AITA?

Edit: If it helps, she's flaked on rides before. A few months ago, she agreed to take me to the doctor, and then the day before my appointment, she told me she couldn't give me a ride. The reason she flaked was because she wanted to go to the weed dispensary instead :/ she said it was fine, because "your mom will just get you an uber anyway". My mom agreed to pay all my necessary expenses while I'm in school (I'm a full time student; she pays my rent and I use the money from my part time job to pay for my food) but she's not like. Rich. I don't feel good about just spending her money on stuff I don't have to.

UPDATE: Makenzie made a post on Facebook about how "it's so sad when someone would rather lose a friendship than admit they were wrong." I shouldn't have commented, but I did, asking her if she forgot we were facebook friends, and then I blocked her. In retrospect, I should have just blocked her without commenting, but I'm only human.

UPDATE 2: Well, I'm moving out. Justin started harassing me, accusing me of stealing his shampoo and letting the cat loose on purpose, neither of which I did. I have my own nicer shampoo, and I love cats (I just was asleep when he told me the cat was missing, because it was midnight and I wake up at 6 am to go to school. I guess the fact that I didn't immediately leap to my feet to find our cat means I wanted him dead???) Makenzie is refusing to give back my deposit, because she says she needs to have the carpets in my room professionally cleaned before a new roommate can move in. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. But I guess I'm willing to pay a couple hundred dollars to not deal with this anymore. Still, sucks. :/

#anime life #she only gave me like half of my deposit back :/#anyway their real names were madison and travis lol. sometimes i think about what happened and i get sooooo upset all over again #even though it literally doesnt matter #i dont even live in the same state as them anymore #honestly i think she and travis just resented me because i had the largest bedroom (even though i paid more in rent)#and they didnt think i worked as hard as them #they both had full time jobs and i had a part time job. but i was also a full time student!!!!!!!#i woke up at 6 am and when i worked i got back at 10 pm!!!!#but when i didnt work i was back home before either of them woke up.#so i guess to them my school time just. didnt count???#also they were mad i kept asking them to keep it down at night. even though they KNEW that i was going to need that when we all moved in #i dont know how many times i can tell a person that i have to be up at 6 so i can catch my bus to school #so i need them to be quiet after midnight #ALSO ALSO neither of them had ever had weed before we moved in together and then they both started smoking ALL THE TIME #and they were absolutely fucking intolerable after that #frankly if i didnt already think weed should be legal nationwide. this would have convinced me that no one should ever have it #sorry. it makes you too annoying.#long post

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hippienaturedruiddad · 2 years

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oh man, sorry for the radio silence this week but going from doing nothing all day for months on end to suddenly working full time has been an adjustment and i went to family friends' wedinng last night so i had basically zero time for anything else. haven't even gotten around to listening to the new Teen Talk yet and it's been half a week since it came out

#I'm absolutely loving the new job so far though which i wasn't really expecting #my colleagues are all really nice which is great #and i think I'm doing a pretty good job considering i had no prior experience in the field #for some reason my crippling anxiety over making phone calls doesn't extend to making/taking calls for work either?#who would've guessed #getting up at 6am every day sucks but even that is not as bad i thought it would be #and the wedding last night was absolutely amazing #i even made a new friend! we were actually both at another wedding last year but never talked that night #but yesterday we started chatting and immediately hit it off #never been this comfortable about a new acquaintance this quickly before #she lives kinda far away but already invited me to come visit her soon when i have some time off work #I don't think I've been this happy in many many years #irl bullshit

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gobbluthbutagirl · 2 years

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talked to both hr guy and the store director about what happened to my poor coworker on thursday and it was kind of funny because literally none of us were there when it happened so we were all going off second- and thirdhand information. but according to them one lead had to go on lunch right when it happened and the other lead was perhaps not aware of the exact nature of the spill(?) when she asked my coworker to clean it up. which i find REALLY hard to believe because that same lead once asked me to clean up vomit while knowing it was vomit so it seems HIGHLY likely that she would ask my coworker to clean up piss knowing full well it was piss. and i reminded hr guy that he told me when i first started that regular team members NEVER have to deal with any type of bodily fluids even from a dog. and that i worked here for 9 months under the impression that this was the case and found out it wasn’t when HE(the same guy who told me i would never have to deal with it!) asked me to clean up dog piss. and that most likely my coworker had never been informed that that was something she’d have to do right up until they made her do it. and also that even if the leads did not intentionally deceive her she would have definitely felt like she was being deceived and in addition to that ESPECIALLY if she felt like she had been tricked into cleaning it up she probably didn’t feel like she was allowed to say she wasn’t comfortable cleaning it up. like i don’t know this girl super well but she’s only like 20 or 21 and really nice and basically does not seem like the type to have the “hey wait a minute what the FUCK” reaction that i had the first time they asked me to clean piss, ESPECIALLY if she didn’t find out it was piss until after she’d started cleaning it. and i told them that they need to get all the leads together and figure out exactly what the plan is for dealing with bodily fluid spills in the future and make sure all the leads are in agreement so that the expectations for what we as cleaners have to deal with are uniform regardless of who the LOD is. and then they need to communicate that to not just the cleaners but EVERYONE because i know a lot of us were lied to when we were first hired. and i also told them that somebody from target needs to reach out to that poor girl who quit and apologize to her because regardless of what the two leads’ intentions were they handled that HORRIBLY and put her in a terrible position. and they did seem to be in agreement with me there so we’ll see

#the other guy who does cleaning said they should offer her her job back which i agree with but idk if she’d even want it back at this point #and they also reiterated that there’s nothing in the guidelines that says only leads have to deal with bodily fluid spills #and i’m like ok but that’s not the point and you know that’s not the point right.#like the point is when we were hired we were given inaccurate information #and i also reminded them that what regular team members make is below the los angeles living wage #and that it feels EXTREMELY dehumanizing to have to clean up human excrement when you barely make enough to exist off of #which (and this is the crazy part) seemed like new information to them somehow??? like COME ON #but also like i’m SO glad i already talked to the tech lead about this on friday #because like i said then it would have made me really REALLY mad #if i’d had to find out we’re kind of sort of expected to deal with bodily fluids from literally anybody other than him #my job wrapped

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ketchuppee · 7 months

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During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.

It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.

That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.

I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.

One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.

My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.

I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.

I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.

All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.

None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.

#long post #some thoughts I’ve been having

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