This is what happens on my night off from work

I get a day off after tomorrow. So I’m gonna try and toss more SU art at you all.

Right now its 5:10am and I got work at 2pm to 10pm.

I hope to have that cool apocalyptic dream again with the mutated rage virus type /zombies/ like things going on. Weirdly my dream last night happen to tie in with another dream I had a long time ago about the same thing, I was able to put the 2 together after I saw that apocalyptic overpass with the mutated zombie dogs from the other dream… it was like last night was a prequel to the other dream.

A Creepy Encounter: Thank God I Didn’t Stop My Car

(Creepy Encounter Source); Estimated Reading Time: <=5 minutes

This happened a couple of months ago. It feels hollow to put a catchy title on what happened to me because it freaked me the fuck out for awhile, but I think it fits in this community.

I was driving home from work at 2 am. I’m a nurse and I live in a small city. The roads were totally deserted and it was a freezing night. I don’t live far from work, maybe a couple of miles. I’m driving down a residential street around the corner from my house and I see a man laying face down in the street.

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anonymous asked:

i'm mad at your boyfriend

im mad at him too.

here’s why: 

my bf works everyday from 5pm-2am and sundays are his only day off. We never get to do anything at night so on monday, we made the plan that on sunday, we would watch the stealers game at 10am, chill on the hammock, get plant power (vegan fast food), then chill on a blanket near at a park near plant power then either go rollerskating and to the drive in or just to the drive in. what actually happened was he woke up at 12:30, picked me up at 3:45 because he wanted to play his video game, then we just smoked on the way to plant power, ate there, went to get him a haircut, smoke parked by my house, decided he didn’t like the movies at the drive in, then drop me off at home at like 8 (when i begged my mom for a 1am curfew bc drive in). such a great date night am i right 

Capturing the Heart of a Billionaire

TITLE: Capturing the Heart of a Billionaire


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic


GENRE: fluff / romance / angst

FIC SUMMARY: Tom, CEO of Hiddleston Investments, and Lydia, Director of Finance, are in a boss-employee benefits relationship. What happens when one wants more?


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS:  I read too much romances involving billionaires. Here’s a story I wrote. No regrets. Tell me what you thing!

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I thought this was only an urban legend.. thank God I didn't stop my car. (LetsNotMeet)

This happened a couple of months ago. It feels hollow to put a catchy title on what happened to me because it freaked me the fuck out for awhile, but I think it fits in this community.
I was driving home from work at 2 am. I’m a nurse and I live in a small city. The roads were totally deserted and it was a freezing night. I don’t live far from work, maybe a couple of miles. I’m driving down a residential street around the corner from my house and I see a man laying face down in the street.

Now remember, I’m a nurse. My first thought was “Great, gotta help this guy up.” I was coming off a long shift and falls happen all the time. As I slowed down the car I suddenly realized what an idiot move that was. I’m a 100 lb woman and I don’t carry any weapons. I thought I should do something to help the guy so I called 911 as I drove past him and slowed to a stop at the end of the block. While I was stopped at the light I explained to the dispatcher that there was a man in the road who might need assistance.

All of a sudden I hear a loud BANG! BANG! from the driver’s side window. I screamed and looked over. A man was pounding on my window and jiggling the handle of my locked car. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that there was no man laying in the street. Still on the phone with 911, I screamed “I’M SO SCARED!” to the dispatcher and floored it through the red light. I quickly told him what had happened and even though I was right by my house, he told me to keep driving. After a few minutes I had calmed down and he told me to loop back around. I pulled over down the road from my house and stayed in the car. I didn’t see the man anywhere, so I got off the phone with the dispatcher who told me he was sending a police car to cruise the area.

As I gather up my things I do a final scan of the area, and I see the man. He is walking with two other men. I hunched way down in my car until they were far down the road, then bolted into my house.

I don’t know if he had ill intent, but it freaks me the hell out that he wasn’t alone. ALWAYS LOCK YOUR CAR DOORS. And carry mace.

Cool experience that happened to me today. So this afternoon I was sitting on the deck outside the cabin about to call in some snow fall when a pair of kookaburras came to join me.

Used to dealing with crows at uni and my place of work, I greeted them and asked if they wanted anything. One of the kookaburras shook its feathers and then flew off to a tree further away while the other hopped closer. Figuring they like similar foods to crows, I went inside and fetched some lamb from last night’s dinner.

What followed was very interesting. I fed the kookaburra directly from my hand (he was very polite and didn’t snatch it from my hand) and then he sat with me as I completed my spell to bring snow.

When I had finished the spell he flew off to join the other kookaburra in the tree. They chatted for a moment and then he flew back and dropped a feather on the deck next to me.

I’ve never had an interaction with a kookaburra like this. It’s usually only crows…. Anyway, it was an interesting afternoon.

Oh, I—I just reprogrammed my phone using some basic scientific laws and now I can actually livestream your radio station. Yeah, so—so time doesn’t work correctly in Night Vale, and it works actually even less correctly here, so sometimes I get old broadcasts from before we met, and—and once I heard a future broadcast but I turned that off as soon as I realized what was happening because, you know, some things just aren’t meant to be known.

Carlos, Welcome to Night Vale Live Episode - The Librarian

After [Best Of?] and Triptych, I think we now know how Carlos felt when listening to broadcasts from other times, except we were powerless to turn off our radios.


  Hey guys it’s yr good pal Natalie!! I was trying really hard to avoid having to make a post like this, but this is my last resort.
  Some of you already know that for the past few weeks I’ve been homeless, since my parents kicked me out.
  This has taken a huge toll on me emotionally and financially. As of right now, I do have a part-time job, but I don’t get a lot of hours or make nearly enough to take care of myself seeing as though most of what I make goes towards bills I owe and loans I’m paying off. This was fine when I lived with my parents, but obviously now that I’m on my own it presents a lot of difficulties for me.
 I now have to spend what little money I make on traveling via bus or train from wherever I happen to be staying, to Waterbury, where I work. I have a place to stay most nights in New Haven, but the cost of travel really adds up. 
  The worst part of this all as been that I suffer from severe anxiety and depression, and haven’t been able to afford to pick up my medications for a couple of weeks now since I’ve been choosing food and getting to work over prescriptions. I don’t even have a cellphone anymore because I can’t even afford that either. (which has been terrifying btw, not having the ability to call for help is v scary 0/10 don’t try living off the grid) 
  Somehow I’ve been making this all just barely work for the past month, and have been trying not to ask for too much help, but I’m at my wits end now. This whole ordeal is far too stressful for me to handle and I can’t keep pretending like I’m doing fine.
  If any of you could donate even just $1 I would be forever grateful. My paypal is
  And even if you can’t donate, please just spread the word!! Or if you have another way to help out, like a couch to sleep on, a home-cooked meal, or a ride to work please let me know! I’ll appreciate that just as much!!! Thank you for taking the time to read this!!

p.s. if there’s any more information about my situation that you’d like to know, just shoot me a message and i’ll be happy to discuss!! (but if yr just gonna send me mean messages u can fuck right off!!)


Dani and Santana were so in love with each other and their family, never able to keep their hands off of each other. After some long talks, Dani had started back up at work. Things got a little weird after that. They hardly ever saw each other, Dani seemed distant and closed off before she left and after she came back. She got the impression that Dani didn’t really want to be back at work and she missed the woman too, but the extra money would come in handy.

Working during the day, she was tired from looking after the kids all night. Dani had been back at work for a couple weeks and strangely, a few of the guys at work started to ask after her. “What happened to your baby mama?” John asked. “Well…she’s still my baby mama, but we upgraded to girlfriends” she smiled, the guy laughing. “Duuuuude, you’re seeing the stripper?” he laughed, everyone else joining in. “What? She’s not a stripper, don’t talk about her like that” she warned him. “Oh but she is, that’s the thing” he told her, everyone else backing him up.

She blew it off but couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, going home, she acted normal, really not believing it but after the woman left for work again, something told her to just check up. Calling her mom, she came by to watch the kids and Santana headed out to go to the strip.

tired of not being my own.

My skin fell off the other night.

you told me, this happens sometimes.

you told me, this is what beautiful looks like.

but my bones got paper cuts from nervously

trembling against each other, and

i wonder if you only called me beautiful to 

chance a moment of looking into me:

naked, exposed, utterly vulnerable.

i wonder if this was your attempt to make skin

out of me, and 

that way,

you can call me yours.

that way,

i  can be yours


@lordcarlisle || continued from previous because mobile is being shitty

Harry threw his hand off and growled, looking at her with his brow scrunched up in anger and stance like stone.
“I told you not to come to work. Especially to do that! You think that can fix what happened last night? Talking through it would fix it. Not deciding to snog me in my workplace. Are you actually mental?!”


“Well I must be, mustn’t I?” Xan retorted bitterly, crossing her arms across her chest with a scowl. “I must be, because obviously I’m seeing things that aren’t there, jumping to conclusions without all the facts!” She parroted these phrases back to him, they were all things he’d said to her the night before after she had accused him of lying about working late, accused him, more precisely, of seeing other women.

“It’s obviously me that’s got the wrong end of the stick here because it can’t possibly be you in the wrong! It’s obviously me that’s got the problem! I came here this morning to try and make things right, to try and fix things. Last night, you told me I didn’t show you enough physical affection. Which you had a bloody nerve to say after what you bloody did, Harry Carlisle! You had a bloody, bloody nerve. But still, I wanted to make things right so I gave you what you said you wanted. How is that not good enough for you? What have I done wrong now? Nothing I ever do ever seems to be bloody good enough for the high and mighty lord-to-be!”

My friend just introduced me to her new bf who makes her so super happy (which is awesome) who also happens to be a bouncer at [strip club I never want to work at again bc I like to make money] and if I had not already known from his JOB, his face still would’ve told me what a greedy and vicious bitch I am. Bouncers, you know, are part of the pyramid-style tip out scheme. He makes $50-$90 or more a night off the dancers alone, before his minimum wage.

And if, like [______, entitled-former-stripper-turned-waitress*], you think that’s not enough for his job description, remember that he is hired by the club, and works for the club. It’s the club’s responsibility to pay their workers a living wage, not to defray that burden by shoving it off onto the dancers.

*she had a hysterical conniption a few years ago over the fact that waitressing is hard and dancers don’t tip her enough to make it worth it.
Not “my boss doesn’t PAY me enough to make it worth it” or “my job is hard and customers are STINGY about tipping on drinks” but “DANCERS should tip me more because my job is gross and I have to take out the ladies’ room trash.”
Remind me again when I hired you to work for me? Oh right, I didn’t. Not only that, but I don’t drink and I bring my own food. You literally DO NOT work for me. Cause believe me if you did a) I’d pay you an actual living wage and b) I would then fire you for having a shitty grasp of economics and personal/business responsibility and c) bullying dancers through ridiculous scheduling practises into tipping you when you’ve done fuckall for them.

Anyway. The life and times of portland’s greediest stripper continues.