because i needed all of them in one post

parody-the-emi  asked:

Any cars fanfics you might recommend ?

All the good ones are from back in the day lol

  • Shamelessly self promoting my own first. Oneshot collection called To Live For Someone Else, read here. I’m still adding to it but I need requests/prompts for more oneshots.
  • A cute post-canon L/S oneshot
  • My all time favorite, the Sidelined trilogy. The author posted this story and only this story and then vanished from the face of the internet. No one in the fandom has ever been able to find them, its like the greatest mystery of my life. (the writing is a little all over the place and corny but if you bear with it the story is worth it.) Read Here.
  • Now, prepare yourself for this one, because it’s some of the weirdest goddamn shit I’ve ever come across on the internet. But I have read it like 10 times. A deviantart trilogy with 3 parts, accompanied by an art piece for each chapter. This fic is fucking wild, and focuses on Mack and an OC. I should also mention that this is one of the very few OC fanfic stories I have ever liked. It’s rated mature for a lot of reasons, and the main RS cast  is EXTREMELY ooc. But if I haven’t scared you off, I highly recommend it because the plot is stellar and very well written. It’s called I’ll Meet You on Route 62, and you can read it here or here.

cottonballwithmustache  asked:

i honestly enjoy how you respond to people, it shows how compassionate you are <3

I honestly enjoy how you brighten up my dash with so much SLBP flavour. A day does not go by where I haven’t cracked up hard because of the things you’ve posted/reblogged. Keep doing what you do, Mina! 

And girl, you are so nice to say so. Thank you! 💕 I just hope it doesn’t annoy anyone getting bombarded by it on their dash. I’m going to keep doing it though, because people need to know how damn grateful I am to them for going out of their way to comment, like, reblog, tag, all that jazz! You guys are the awesome ones. 

Love, Passionately

Love, Passionately

Posting this tonight because I need to combat this karamel thing because supercat needs to be the canon ship. I… karamel. No. I ship them, I’m happy for you Kara, but what will it take for you to realize you belong with cat. This fic proves that.

This is part 2 to Love, Actually. Once again, this can be read as a stand alone fic, but I recommend reading the above mentioned first. They belong together, just like Cat and Kara do, am I right?

This one, as promised thanks to all of your likes and comments, comes out with a much higher rating, (you asked for it) and, honestly, I’m considering a part 3 as well.

Anyways, here’s hoping you love this as much as the first, and that I fulfilled that fantasy I knew all of you were thinking of by the end of part 1, because I was thinking the exact same thing. This one has a lot of sadness though, so bear with me, and I hope I didn’t hurt Kara too much in this little thing.

Love. Lust. X. That boundary between flowers and kisses and downright passion in offices ten minutes before work and at late moments in very public parks because it hits you right then. Because you can’t ignore it. Because she’s so pretty in her colourful yellow dress and you think she might just be everything you ever need, for now, for tomorrow, forever.

Because of right now, before a board meeting, before they could very well be caught doing very wicked things because she’s wearing her suit, and it’s so perfect and beautiful, and she tastes so amazing, and because Cat can’t ever resist Supergirl when the heroine asks her to come. And so Cat does. Cat comes. Hard. With her lips pressed to Supergirl’s neck to stifle her moan as Kara keeps moving, the harness glinting in the light of the bright afternoon sun streaming into the windows of Catco Worldwide Media as Kara keeps thrusting softly, holding Cat’s leg to her hip as her cape brushes against a silky thigh. And Cat loves every second of it, because Kara knows exactly how to work with that harness and that glass toy, that also happens to be red. Of course, for Supergirl. Because Supergirl is here, right now. Because Kara’s pretty red dress is on the floor in a pile, hastily discarded, and Kara’s glasses are lying on the tabletop along with her phone, and Supergirl is who Cat is eagerly kissing, her own lips pressed against Supergirl’s neck, inhaling the scent of Supergirl and sex and a soft leather cape and Kara’s sweet vanilla and grapefruit perfume.

Because Kara is Supergirl. And Cat loves that. So Cat breaks all the rules. Only for Supergirl. Because she’s never loved anybody quite as much, or been quite as hot, for such a beautiful girl. A girl with hands of steel. And a heart of gold.


And so when the meeting get’s called, Cat gently eases her hands away from Kara’s now messy blond waves and leans back, still panting hard after two strong orgasms, and smiles at her heroine, who seems to want nothing more than to call off the meeting and stay here with Cat forever. But this has been happening for nearly a year now, nearly every day, and despite what might seem normal, nothing about this has faded. If anything, it’s intensified. And Cat smiles at that, because even after two insane orgasms that make her forget what that meeting is about, Cat still wants her. Cat still needs her again. And buttoning up her shirt while Kara bends down to lift her dress and step back into it is more than enough incentive for Cat to cancel every meeting she has for a week and fuck Kara on this conference table until Kara doesn’t need her powers to fly.


“Really, we need to stop doing this. If anyone ever catches us…” Cat whispered, zipping up Kara’s dress to help her out even as Kara removed the glass toy from it’s harness but left the clasps and everything in place, obviously intending to wear it all day, even over her suit, underneath her dress. And fuck, that alone was going to kill Cat. Knowing she had it would be purely deadly for Cat’s mind for the remaining 5 hours of the work day. And just like that, as Kara tied her hair up messily with a pen and slipped her glasses back on, Cat knew she wouldn’t make it through lunch without taking Kara again. And Cat shouldn’t, because fuck her, Cat had to be health conscious. She was coming up on fifty now, and certainly, having Kara doing these things to her multiple times a day, up to ten last Sunday because of the beach and the sun and because Kara’s absolutely stunning in a bikini, had to be pushing her. But Cat had never felt more alive, or more eager, to be with Kara. To be with Supergirl. Because being with Supergirl, like that, was totally and entirely super, just like her name insisted.

“Then stop pulling me in here at random times of the day when we should ideally be working, Catherine.” Kara said softly, brushing her lips over Cat’s even as she helped the older woman stand and fixed her belt for her while Cat tried to smooth out her hair a bit, knowing she looked well and truly fucked, and nobody would be stupid enough to mistake it for anything else.

“Then stop wearing that damn gold harness to work with your suit, Supergirl.” Cat said, settling into her seat at the head of the table with Kara at her side, who was still fiddling with her hair and closing her purse, hiding the toy that she’d roughly cleaned and sanitized, now learning to keep everything in close range.

“Then stop leaving it on the bed where I dress, and looking so amazing when I use it on you.”


“Kit Kat… What exactly is it that you’re giving me? I know you spoke about an early gift, but what is it…?"Kara asked with a sly grin, and Cat smirked, shaking her head as she flipped open files and arranged her things as people started drifting in, Winn immediately grabbing his place next to Kara and Lucy slipping in next to Cat as legal advisor, while everybody else found their seats and settled in, laptops and files opening.

"You’ll find out now.” Cat mused, smiling.

“Catherine, well, shall we begin on finance?” The board director asked before Kara could ask another question, and Cat nodded, Kara now silent at her side, blushing slightly as Winn looked her over, shaking his head in amusement. He knew exactly what they’d been doing, and after the past year, Kara was still stunned that everyone didn’t know yet.

“Kara, really?” Winn asked in a whisper, eyeing her up.

Kara just blushed, and Cat smiled wickedly, looking at her files.


“Baby, what’s wrong?” Cat asked, not daring to touch Kara like this, when her eyes were dark and set, when her lips were pursed and she was standing with her back arched. Cat only saw that look when Kara was Supergirl, but never when Kara was with her. This was her fighting stance, her look when she really didn’t like something. And Cat couldn’t quite believe she’d instilled that look on Kara. Especially after giving her such a bold promotion. As a gift. Did Kara not like it? It wasn’t as if Kara didn’t deserve the upgrade, she more than certainly did.

“Cat… how? Why would you push me away like this?” Kara asked, her voice thick from her tears, which were glittering in her eyes, threatening to fall.

“Push you away? Kara… what did I do?”

“As if you don’t know? Cat…”

“Kara, what the hell? Do you not want to be promoted up?”

“Just don’t, Cat. Please…” Kara whispered, tears now freely falling, and walked away, wiping at her cheek as she dropped her summer sandals and ran towards the elevator, her hair free and messy down her back, a dead giveaway of her secret, especially since she dropped the glasses as well, leaving them lying on the tiles of Catco, leaving Cat standing there in stunned silence, unable to speak.


Cat walked into work the next day alone, trying to seem all casual when she really was anything but, the emptiness of the bullpen without Kara at her side weighing hard on her soul. Cat walked past Kara’s desk, to her glass fishbowl of an office, and glanced over the white desk with it’s yellow flowers, pink file bin, blue covered laptop, and green files in the pink bin. Honestly, the colour was raging almost angrily against the white desk. Kara was such a little colour wheel, and so was her alter ego, and damn Cat if she didn’t want to cry at the sight of the empty chair. Cat knew immediately Kara wasn’t in, her chair was void of the messenger bag she now carried on her back all the time, effective space for the gold harness and everything to go with it, and her suit, and random things for Cat like spare glasses and lipstick and Lexapro.

But Cat still asked, Cat still hoped, because fuck, she felt like she was hollow inside, and hope was the only thing still keeping her sane. She’d learned that from Kara. From Supergirl. Faith. Hope. Dreams. Supergirl had taught her all those details. “Winn? Is… did you see Kara today?”

“Nope. What happened between you? I saw her, yesterday, She was crying. What happened?”

“I…” Cat considered her words, rubbing her arms as she tried to hug herself. It didn’t help. “I broke her heart.”


“I think she misunderstood what you were trying to give her, Cat. She’s… I know she seems like such a strong woman, being Supergirl, but she’s fragile. Kara loves being close to people. I think she adores it the most out of everything. I think she misunderstood your gift of a well earned promotion as a wall instead of a bridge, because she wouldn’t be near you as much. Kara is still hurting, from her young life. It was traumatizing to her. In fact, for the first few months, I resorted to holding Kara at night while she slept. She needed the comfort to fall asleep. The closeness. She’d wake up screaming if I wasn’t there to hold her. That stayed with her. She’s grown, she’s learned to cope, but I still find her crying sometimes, needing to be held. I think that’s why she fell for your passion so quickly, why it progressed so fast, so intensely. Because Kara needs that. She needs to be held. She needs the contact, and by promoting her, she looses that. It might seem silly-”

“It’s not silly at all. It’s trauma. You never really lose it. I didn’t know it was that personally touching to her. I mean, I knew. But not that it broke her down so much.” Cat whispered, wringing her hands together, shaking her head sadly. “I didn’t know that she… she seemed so strong, so eager, so… excited. Every day. Every moment. She’s like an energizer bunny, never quite down and broken. I… how do I fix this, Alex?”

“Be yourself. Be there for her. She needs to be held, cuddled, protected, despite what she gives away when she’s wearing her suit. I haven’t seen her so sad in a long time, so I don’t know if you want to go see her. Her powers… she’s dangerous when she’s emotional. You know that best. But if there’s anyone that she’ll listen to, it’s you.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Because she might be mad, or sad, or even broken, but she never stops loving. I don’t know if you ever heard it from her, but on Kara’s home world, Krypton, love was eternal. There was one and only one, ever. She chose you a long time ago. She might even be hating herself, but she will never truly leave you, Cat. She’ll always be there, even if she’s upset. Love her, Cat. Be her one. She’s the sweetest, kindest person I know. If you love her, she’ll come back when she’s ready.”

“Why would she pick me? I can’t give her constant love and closeness. I have spur-of-the-moment trips to Catco offices around the world, and midnight returns to work, and espresso addiction. I can’t be that girl she wakes up with at 10 am every day and gets that morning action. I can’t do that for her. Not all the time. I yell at her, I’ve fired her more times than I can remember, I call her some pretty bad things. So why the fuck does she come back to me? Every, damn, time… she returns with a smile. But not now…”

“She will. I have no doubt. She’ll return, you’re her Ehl kzhana. Her one. She’s chosen you, and nobody else. But she needs to be showered with affection, that’s why she’s so sunny and sappy to everyone else, even to you, because she loves it so much. It’s a reflection of what she wants. Show her what she’s shown you. Be sappy and romantic. Be cliché. Love her. Show her how much you love her, and her cape, and she’ll most likely come running back into your heart within a few minutes. She’s as emotional as she is a downright romantic. I’ve seen her smile like there’s no tomorrow because Winn gave her a bag of popcorn once.”

“So do you suggest I buy her roses and lillies, maybe jewellery?”

“Definitely jewellery. I can get you something pretty special that they won’t sell you in a store. As for flowers? She always stops to stare at the rose lilies in the store, the red roses as well. But she loves anything exotic. I think it reminds her of flowers she had on Krypton. I guess they were pretty unique.”

“Does she have a favourite?” Cat asked hopefully, already looking through her contacts for her favourite florist.

“This might come across as super cliché, but she’s addicted to passionflowers. They’re just so intricate to her, it seems weird, I know. But if you give her anything with a strong load of sugar and passionflowers, you’ll have her forever.”


Kara dragged herself out of bed, wondering if Alex had dropped by unannounced while she slept, and stopped short in her light blue Supergirl tshirt and red shorts and bare feet, the change in the living room shocking her sensitive blue eyes. Flowers everywhere. Red everywhere. Red, blue, and… gold. Kara stared at the beautiful headband sitting on her countertop, that was studded with some kind of gold jewel, and laced with red ribbon on one side, a tiny but fancy bow clipping off the edge. Kara walked up to her table and reached out to barely touch the edge of the red lacing such a pretty thing, stopping when she heard a familiar voice speak up. Cat.

Kara looked up with a gasp, and Cat looked her over, eyes coasting over long, toned legs and a tshirt that was so tight it left absolutely nothing to imagination. “It would look good with your suit, Supergirl.” Cat said softly, gesturing toward the pile of red cape and, oddly, once again, that damned clasped gold harness and everything that went with it, lying on the sofa with her bag and her blazer. The one from the other day. The pretty pink one that went so beautifully with her red dress. “I mean, if you even care to listen to me now…”

Kara stared at Cat for a long moment, unable to form words, until cat spoke again, a lot more sadly this time, her voice barely audible but definitely enough for Kara to hear. Certainly, with her being oh so Super.

“I don’t know if you’ll listen to me, and frankly, if you don’t, I understand that entirely. I hurt you, and now I know why. You never… I never knew how much it meant to you, the cuddling nights we had, the softness, the brevity that slipped into our connection. I knew you liked it, you said so multiple times, but I didn’t know that you craved it. That it kept you… okay. Kara, I made a mistake. I hope you’ll forgive me for that, and we can try again. I should have seen it… how much those soft moments mattered, as much as the burning ones did…”

“I… I was emotional, Cat. I… I wasn’t thinking.” Kara whispered, picking up the delicate headband even as she spoke, tracing the gold edges and the beautiful red that arched between it. “I know you only wanted to gift me what you keep saying I deserve. I… I just want to be close to you. As much as possible. I don’t want to be your head Reporter, or anything else, like Media Director or head of Design. I want to be your assistant, because I get to be with you. That’s all I want. To be with you at work, to work beside you because I love you, and then to come over on certain nights and stay here with you. These two days… I… I’m so…”

“You’re hungry for it. I know. I am too. I can’t understand, but it’s like a mutual connection. And tonight is kind of the one year anniversary of the night you revealed your suit to me and I did a bodyshot off of you in that damned bar, and you loved it. We loved it. It’s Valentine’s Day. And as cliché as it is, I kinda did have plans for you for tonight. For us. Special, super, plans. I was kind of wishing the day was going to come faster. But now… I don’t know if you can forgive me for being so insensitive to you-”

“I shouldn’t be like that.” Kara said softly, stepping up to Cat on quick feet, lacing their fingers together tightly. “I shouldn’t be so… childish. But I…”

Cat pulled Kara into her by her tshirt, gripping the thin cotton and pulling Kara to her for a kiss, a feeling she’d needed like air for the last day and a half, and hearing Kara moan, well that felt like life itself returning into her soul, like Kara was the lifeblood she’d been starved of. Kara moaned against her lips, kissing back fervently, and stepped forward, gently pushing at Cat’s waist with her fingertips, pushing Cat to her sofa, where she crawled backwards onto it and Kara smiled against her lips, breaking apart the kiss as she crawled over her, stopping over her thighs and settling down to pin Cat in place, a move that always made Cat smile.

“Don’t you ever stop being who you are, alright Kara? You weren’t being anything but you. I made a mistake. I didn’t see you. Not clearly. That’s my fault alone. I’m hoping the roses and the passionflowers are enough to bring you back to my arms because I want another chance. To make this, us, work.”

“I missed you. I needed you. How is it possible for me to need you so much in such a short amount of time?” Kara asked, leaning down to brush her nose against Cat’s, then to catch Cat’s lips in her own, sucking softly.

“It’s mutual, believe me.” Cat whispered, her voice husked when Kara broke off and sat back up.

“So what were these plans you had…?”

“They were very very NSFW. I hope you aren’t looking for food, because the only thing I plan on eating tonight is you.”

“And ice cream?” Kara asked jokingly after changing into her supersuit at lightning speed. Cat hadn’t even had time to sit up.

“And ice cream.” Cat smirked, last years joke about Kara’s love of carbs after sex making her laugh. Cat laughed and laid back into the sofa, pulling Kara with her so they ended up on their sides, facing each other. Cat had rarely been more excited to have Supergirl, and her gorgeous red boots, around her own hips. And fuck Cat if that harness wasn’t once again in place, Kara being so damn effective at being ready Cat almost found it a bit too funny.

“Oh, and by the way, Supergirl,” Cat murmured, smiling as she reached up to the table behind the couch, plucking a red passionflower into her fingers. “Never forget how much you are loved.” Cat said, kissing Kara’s forehead and the tiny scar there as she tucked the end of the flower stem behind Kara’s earlobe, brushing the girl’s golden hair over her shoulder.

Cat could feel Kara’s fingers tracing, searching, playing, and stopped her with her own fingers over Kara’s on her own hip, making Kara pout prettily. “My turn tonight.” Cat whispered, brushing her hand up Kara’s arm, over the muscle and strength that she always found very arousing. “Let me love you, show you how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”

“I know, Cat. I know you love me.”

“I want to show you. Tonight, just relax and let me do to you what you’ve been giving me for the last year, amazing perfection.” Cat said, easing the harness from Kara’s hips and gently pushing Kara to lie back on the sofa.

Cat smiled when Kara laid back happily, smiling as she stretched out into the wool blanket she always had spread out over it, and watched curiously as Cat eased the harness over her own hips and clasped it into place slowly, adjusting it to her slightly smaller hips. Kara watched, unabashed, as Cat placed her hands over Kara’s hips, straddling her easily, and pulled her hips closer, easing her skirt up higher on her hips, crumpling her pretty cape beneath her. Kara couldn’t bother to care if she tried. This was way too hot, and most might find it strange of someone such as Supergirl, but being dominated in bed, or in this case, sofa, was hot to her. For once not being in control was very tempting.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Cat purred, reading her mind as always as she eased red panties away and settled closer, slipping her fingers through Kara’s already soaked wetness, slipping barely inside with two fingers. “Relaxing like you are, not being in control, not having to do anything but feel…” Cat kept talking as she gently eased forward, easing the toy slowly inside Kara, and smiled when Kara laid her head back and closed her eyes, lips parting as she felt every tiny bit, being so damn sensitive. Kara grasped at the cushions, whimpering at Cat settled the toy all the way in, coming flush with Kara’s hips, and sighed as the harness pressed back against her own clit, rubbing perfectly, teasing her already aroused senses.

“Shh… relax. Don’t be afraid to let go for me today, Supergirl. Be super, let me see those powers.”


“Anyone here?” Alex asked, sweeping open the door that was unlocked and stopped dead, Maggie behind her in full detective gear as she saw the room, covered in flowers and odd little things, and at the sight of Supergirl, and Cat, buried together on the sofa-lounger, the TV playing some sort of sitcom or movie, while they slept, Cat honest to god holding Kara like she’d never ever let the girl go again. Kara didn’t seem to mind, snoring softly, definitely sleeping deeply. “Holy fuck.”

“Oh my god in heaven, it’s like tornado hit this place.” Maggie said with a wide grin, nodding appreciatively at the still sleeping couple on the couch, Kara still with the harness in place, while Alex retrieved whatever from Kara’s file cabinet of alien prisoner info.

“Come on, let’s not wake them.” Alex said, returning with some papers and walking to the door.

“Passionflowers, really?” Maggie asked, pointing. “That is so cliché.”

“Kara lives for them.”

“Well, it is the day after the day of passion. Maybe I should get you some. They certainly seem to do the trick.”

“I’m more partial to tiger lilies myself there, Sawyer… but the stunning roses from last night were incredible. And the food. And the date. And you.” Alex muttered, playfully pecking Maggie on the cheek as she spoke, leading her out the door. “Those two should have a warning…”

anonymous asked:

can you tell me about the bts ships? not just otp's, brotps too!


but ill only talk about the ones im familiar with:

1. YOONMIN (yoongi/jimin):

ok holy shit where the FUCK do i start with yoonmin. they’ve been my bts otp since day 1 so i have a LOT TO FUCKING SAY LOL 

first off, refer to this post as to why i started shipping them, they have a LOT of cute fucking moments predebut and its been a painfully beautiful journey ever since 2013

before we jump in we need to talk about how YOONGI WROTE A SONG FOR JIMIN BECAUSE HE ADMIRES HOW HARDWORKING JIMIN IS. IF THAT AINT REAL THEN GET TF OUT OF MY FACE LMAo like where dat song @ tho yoongs

ok i need to chill, but theres more:

like jimin being yoongi’s #1 cheerleader at ISAC lmao look at him cheer his name in front of all the fans and other idols with ZERO shame, and then there’s yoongi pretending like he doesnt hear him #typical

^ TYPICAL YOONGI. this ship is very love-hate. mostly false pretense of hate on yoongi’s end and WAAAY TOO MUCH SHAMELESS LOVIN on jimin’s end BUT we all know yoongi’s putting up a front. like there’s actually so many subtle moments where he reveals how much he cares for jimin and they kill me every time, like this one:

but then right back to pretending like he dont give a fuck lmfao:


this whole v app broadcast was a yoonmin fest and it was a blessing. jimin got him a sweater for yoongis birthday and they basically confessed on live broadcast that they’re soulmates. ugh im so sensitive about this moment

in summary:

  • yoonmin are polar opposites and that heart-pulling cold/warm dynamic they have is super shippable, thus the reason why they’re one of the most popular ships in this fandom
  •  yoongi puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t really show his emotions. jimin on the other hand is super openly loving towards others, especially yoongi, and its really fucking cute how yoongi reciprocates sometimes
  • the two really do care about each other a lot though and it’s really heart warming to see. also yoongi had jimin rap on his Tony Montana stage and it was everything

there’s tons more but for the sake of room lets move on

2. TAEKOOK (Taehyung/Jungkook)

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So I see a lot of ‘two types of the signs’ posts, and while I’m not really that sure about them because I think that’s less important than the way placements interact with each other, I thought it would be interesting to do one that’s a bit different than usual: optimist / pessimist rather than introvert / extrovert. Okay!

Aries Pessimist: Is negative about everything. Not a big fan of teamwork. Gets angry or upset easily; finds it hard to control their emotions. Takes offence quickly. Needs a lot of love and adores being complimented / admired.

Aries Optimist: Think of a lot of new ideas very quickly and is always completely convinced that the current one is perfect. So excitable. Can be a bit of a messy worker. Laughs all the time. Can be arrogant.

Taurus Pessimist: Is a bit of an Eeyore sometimes. Doesn’t trust easily. Worries a lot about financial matters in particular. Is a saver rather than a spender. Goes over ideas repeatedly until they’re totally perfect.

Taurus Optimist: Is very sure of their place in the world. A hard worker. Loves to treat themselves. Thinks every relationship is going to end in marriage. Can be a little shy, but will soon become incredibly friendly.

Gemini Pessimist: Low self-esteem so is always changing and doesn’t like to be very honest about their true self. Worried all the time. Lots of nervous energy. Good at masking their feelings but hates doing it.

Gemini Optimist: Very excitable. Talks faster when they’re happy. Most things bounce off them. Rushes off to new opportunities without finishing their latest project. Trusts everyone, but can be untrustworthy themselves. 

Cancer Pessimist: Very weepy and emotional. Is always scared people won’t like them. Intensely protective of those they care about and worries about them all the time. Is hardly every honest because they’re scared of getting hurt.

Cancer Optimist: Can be child-like. Often very naive. Thinks every new relationship / friendship is much better and more significant than the last. Falls in love very quickly and is hardly ever afraid to admit it. 

Leo Pessimist: The most insecure person you will ever meet. Puts way too much store by what others think of them. Obsesses over what they’re wearing to the point of unhealthy. Short temper. Easily offended.

Leo Optimist: Is generally a very confident person. Gullible and naive, but in a charming way. Very generous. Trusts people way too quickly. Loves everyone else, but loves themselves too and is hardly ever afraid to show it.

Virgo Pessimist: Worries way too much about everything. The voice of doom in a group project. Can have unhealthy habits which may be eating related. Works really, really hard; needs very much to be appreciated.

Virgo Optimist: Hard-working; things tend to turn out right for them. ‘Adopts’ new friends and looks after them. Likes to motivate others. Is shy about new relationships, but once in them is very positive.

Libra Pessimist: Can be ‘fake’. Likes other people more than they like themselves, and never does anything for themselves. Very creative, but is meticulous about new ideas and harsh on themselves.

Libra Optimist: The sort of person you want as a group leader. Creative and generous with ideas. Likes to look nice and is generally pretty confident. Is always determined in relationships; wants to make them work out.

Scorpio Pessimist: Is afraid that someone they care about will get hurt, so is very protective. Can be defensive and doesn’t let barriers down easily. Is always predicting the downfall of society. Doesn’t trust easily.

Scorpio Optimist: Good at hiding it when they feel scared or sad. Tends to have a pretty thick skin. Loves change, because they know it’s always for the better. Tends to work hard at projects they believe in.

Sagittarius Pessimist: Doesn’t believe the world is a good place. Always changing their mind because they don’t believe in themselves. Runs away from things. Actually feels guilty for being a pessimist.

Sagittarius Optimist: Believes in luck and thinks they have lots of it. Can make the best of any situation. Always laughing. Looks forward to the future so much that they are sometimes discontent with the present.

Capricorn Pessimist: Is an eyebrow raiser. Has a don’t-fuck-with-me walk. Probably doesn’t believe in love. Is always, always, always negative. No exceptions. Thinks no-one is going to succeed. 

Capricorn Optimist: Works insanely hard for what they want and knows how much they deserve. Generally very confident. Ambitious. Takes a long time to fall in love, but when they do, is convinced it will last forever.

Aquarius Pessimist: Hates anyone and everyone. Is the most contrary person you’ll ever meet. Is disgusted by mainstream culture. Makes disparaging comments. Incredibly snarky and probably actually really smart.

Aquarius Optimist: Believes that the world can be a good place and will work to make it one. One of those people that get inspiring novels written about them. Understands people quickly. Usually pretty confident.

Pisces Pessimist: Gets trodden on because they don’t think they’re worth standing up for. Can be whiny or weepy. Insecure and constantly changes the way they look and act because they expect people to dislike them.

Pisces Optimist: Falls in love so quickly and never learns no matter how much they get hurt. Adorably naive. Thinks everyone is beautiful. Trusts people insanely quickly. In love with the universe.

Note: Some of these are more favoured by traditional astrology than others - for instance Aries is usually expected to be optimistic.

I just reblogged a post but I’m pissed now so I’m going to make my own post.
People with BPD have to CONSTANTLY question if we’re being manipulative and abusive, even in the smallest of interactions. Overshared on feeling bad? Abusive shit I should die. Wait. Wanting to die makes me abusive too, and God help me if I tell anyone.
So, sometimes, we make tumblr posts telling other people like us that they aren’t inherently abusive, and there’s always at least one asshole who reblogs or comments saying “don’t forget that people with BPD can actually be abusive”. Which is not something we’re about to forget. I spend all day in a panic because I’m probably manipulating and hurting everyone, and I really probably shouldn’t have friends because I’ll just hurt them.

ADHD & capability & writing

I was talking with someone a couple weeks back about writing, as I do from time to time, when a message from them made me stop, lean back in my chair, and stare at it thoughtfully. Paraphrasing, they told me that it was encouraging to see someone with ADHD working on a big, involved project because they also had ADHD and were one of those all-over-the-place, bits-and-pieces writers.

I’ve been staring at that message in my askbox ever since.

I think this is a message a lot of ADHD people internalise. That we’re messy and unreliable and flit from one thing to another and can’t just stick with things. It’s definitely something I got a lot of, growing up, with a frustrated parent trying to explain to me about commitment and responsibility and not knowing what to do with my constant answers of, ‘I forget!’ and ‘I don’t notice!’ and ‘I don’t want to anymore.’ Because those answers weren’t good enough, because real life depends on reliability, and being an absolute spacecase happy with living in filth and only doing the things that weren’t drowning me in obligation and disappointment wasn’t good enough.

“Just do the thing,” says a baffled person without ADHD. “You just… do it. It’s not that big a deal.”

ADHD is a lack of ability to Can. ADHD is savagely informing yourself of how stupid you are for forgetting something vital for the third time in a row after informing yourself that you were going to Remember this time, you would Put it Somewhere Obvious, and you would check after walking out the door, and you forgot it again anyway. ADHD is a problem not existing if it is not in front of your eyeballs. ADHD is coming up with a complex system of putting everything in front of your eyeballs so you never forget everything and then being surprised when you are suddenly overwhelmed. ADHD is having a perfectly-laid-out plan of attack in front of you and growing to hate yourself as you spend the next six hours getting distracted by YouTube and not being able to shut it down anyway. ADHD is virtuously shutting down all distractions and then staring at the thing you need to do and crying for the next three hours. ADHD is then snapping into hyperfocus mode and getting it done in one hour and beating yourself up about how much better it would have been if you’d just done the fucking thing.

And then you do it all again anyway. Because it’s not that hard. You should just be able to do the thing, fuck.

I love writing. I’ve been doing it for long enough now that I’m tolerably decent at it, and being part of fandom means that I basically get a shit-ton of compliments for something I like doing anyway. Most of all, writing has never meant obligation, to me. I shut that shit down hard and fast if I see it, because I never want it to be an obligation. I don’t even edit, because I spend so much mental energy on just getting it Done and Out that any further obligation on my behalf would ruin it for me.

And yet.

There’s something comforting, about the fact that there are people expecting things from me. I dictate the terms of that expectation, and were anyone to get stroppy at me if I fail to give them something, I’d laugh in their fucking face, but I can’t deny that there is something very powerful about one’s skills being wanted. And in all honesty, that’s a huge part of what does it for me, with writing. My output would be much more infrequent, were there not literal hundreds of people patiently waiting on me. It’s a function of my self-esteem, and the ways people get esteem, but I’ve certainly had more than one heated conversation over my priorities when people wrap their heads around, “You’re writing for free? Instead of doing something useful?”

Look. If I have a point here that I want people to internalise about mental health, it’s this: Sometimes - a lot of the time! - Ability to Can is not transferable. My brain fails hard on the Standard Domestic Duties front, but does amazingly well on the Writing While In Lectures front. I’m gaining immeasurable value in my life, by doing my silly free internet writing. I post it because it also offers value to others, but I’d be writing anyway because it’s the kind of activity that Ability to Can will either exist or not exist for, regardless of whether I have Ability to Notice Trash Needs Emptying or Ability to Find Three Articles to Review for Assignment.

We’re all productive in our own ways. And I’m slowly learning that this isn’t an excuse - that, a lot of the time, I really don’t have the ability to pull myself together enough to start tackling my to-do list. A lot of the time, I don’t have enough Can in me to make the to-do list. It’s that Happy Naive Freeloader image from the outside, but in reality, from the inside, I’ve probably spent four hours screaming at myself to do the thing, given up, and decided to at least do something I enjoy.

That’s not a bad thing. For me, for me, the feeling of getting something Done when I publish a fic is worth the feel of the obligation from the following I gather - but the fact is? With ADHD, if you do anything, you are basically a goddamn superhero. Even if it’s worthless to the outside world. Even if its only purpose is to make you happy. The only way I’ve found to counteract my brain’s sneering and vitriol is to firmly insist that things might not be necessary - but they are necessary to me. Maybe it’s stupid of me to pour so much effort into free writing! But it’s necessary to me. Maybe you wanna beat yourself up about how the things you do never result in anything you can use for Real Purposes - but it’s necessary to you

Which is where I come to my initial reaction to the ask. Sorry, long post, I know, but clearly I have Thoughts on the matter, and they are: Don’t ever fucking dare cheapen something you love by being the first to rage at yourself for it. Don’t ever ever ever use the parts of something you’re not working towards achieving to slam yourself. I’m good at sticking out longer works, but that’s because they provide opportunities that I love exploring. Don’t beat yourself up for being able to Write Properly or Art Properly or Anything Properly. Find the parts of the work you love, and dedicate yourself to that, because there’s more than enough eye-rolling you-can’t-even-do-the-thing in the rest of the world to bother with tainting the things you like, too. Write little snippets. Build worlds. Do sketches. Paint half your nails and leave the rest because your non-dominant hand is hard and you don’t wanna. Cook something and forget half the ingredients and decide you like it anyway. In at least one thing, please let yourself be flawed and incomplete and love it viciously anyway, because the fact that you did it at all is amazing and wonderful.

With ADHD, there is always going to be someone saying that you are not Doing Life Properly. Maybe you’re not! But that doesn’t mean you don’t get to choose how to make sure that life is worth living, beyond the framework of obligation.


Lin Manuel x Reader
Words: 1132
Request: could you maybe do a lin x reader, where reader plays eliza and performs burn the night after they found out their s/o cheated on them and actually cries on stage and lin comforts them bc he’s in love with the reader and hates to see them hurt and it’s really super fluffy,,, bc whenever i hear burn i start crying and i need some lin fluff

i’m sorry i’m so mopey i’m just sick of losing all my friends, especially the ones who i thought i meant something to. 
I’m staying up for a while tonight. I’m quite tired, but my friend really wants anthony to notice her letter so i’m staying up for her. i’m going to do quite a bit of writing to pass the time, because i haven’t posted in a while and i feel bad for not doing so. I’m going to get back to normal hopefully. I just have one more week of school and then i’ll have time to myself.

thankyou all for sticking with me even if i’m super whiny and boring. requests are open, take care of yourselves friends x


Originally posted by mselizabethkeen


Everyone seemed to sense that something was off when you walked into the Richard Rodgers. Your earphones fitted securely over your ears, cutting you off from the rest of the cast. Your usually vibrant eyes were puffy, and slightly red. The smile that usually appeared when you got to work was nowhere to be found. You tried your best to act normal, but it was hard. You felt terrible, alone and betrayed. You were hurt, and you had no one.

When you found out that your partner had cheated on you, the world around you collapsed. The light in your life was gone. You were living out of a suitcase on your friend’s couch, and the couch was as hard as stone. You hadn’t slept since you found out. You were running on coffee and the knowledge that you had a show to complete.

You flinched when you felt someone tap you on your shoulder. You slowly pulled off your headphones, turning. You smiled weakly at Lin, putting your bag down.

“Are you okay?” Lin asked. You nodded slowly.

“Yeah, things are just a bit rough at the moment. I’m fine, honestly,” You croaked, ignoring his concerned gaze. His eyes studied your movements carefully, he gently pulled you into a hug.

“Just remember, we’re a family. If there’s anything going on and we can help, let us know,” Lin said, rubbing your back. You shivered at his touch.

“I… I will. Thank you,” You whispered, pulling away from the hug. “Ready for tonight, Hamilton?”

“Of course, best of wives and best of women,” Lin said, smiling. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah,” You replied quietly, picking up your bag again and heading into the dressing rooms.

The show that night was hard. In Helpless, you weren’t even half as lively as usual. You found it hard to feel something for Alexander as Eliza when you felt nothing. In That Would Be Enough, you were flat. You had dreams with your partner, you had planned to have children. You had planned for the future…

Say No To This ruined your night. You had to leave side stage and hide until the song was over. You couldn’t bare to watch. You knew Jasmine was an angel and would never cheat on anyone, but… it hurt. You saw your partner in them. You saw the betrayl. You saw the pain that you had been feeling. For the first time, you saw history through Eliza’s eyes.

You watched from the wings as The Reynolds Pamphlet slowly finished. You grabbed your lantern and paper, smiling weakly at Anthony who had just come offstage. He gave you a supportive smile, standing back and letting you enter the stage.

It was then that for the realisation hit again. There were so many reasons that your partner could’ve cheated, which one was it? You recalled the conversations in your head, the words of hatred towards you. The love that you thought you had shared…

The tears slowly started to slip out of your eyes as you sang. You felt vulnerable, sitting in the middle of a theatre filled with people. You were sharing your experience with them, but they had no idea. You took a deep breath, trying to snap out of it. The tears kept flowing down your cheeks.

“I hope that you burn,” You sang quietly at the end of the song, grabbing the lantern and exiting the stage.

You began to sob once your mic was turned off, trying to compose yourself. Renee and Jasmine came running, pulling you into a group hug.

“That was the best I’ve ever heard you sing that song. We all had goosebumps,” Renee whispered, wiping the mascara from under your eyes. “We need to fix your makeup before you go back on.”

You nodded slowly, clinging to Renee weakly. “I… I’m sorry. I should’ve told someone. I…”

“Told someone what?” Renee whispered, rubbing your back. Jasmine pulled away from the hug, running to get some powder.

“They… they cheated. I have nowhere to stay, I haven’t slept in so long…. I’m hurt,” You whispered. You jumped when you heard the shotgun sound effect at the end of Blow Us All Away.

“We need to talk about this after,” Renee whispered, grabbing the powder from Jasmine and quickly applying it over your tear tracks. “Right now, you need to go witness your son dying.”

You laughed quietly, looking down at your dress. Your eyes widened. “Crap!” You exclaimed, quickly stripping your dress off and stepping into the other one. “Zip me up quick quick quick.”

Jasmine zipped up the dress, pushing you onto the stage. You wrapped your arm around Anthony, letting out your remaining tears.

Once the show finished, you found that almost everyone was hugging you and offering you a place to stay. After removing your makeup and costume, you headed for the stage door, only to have Lin stop you.

“That was the best I’ve ever heard you sing (Y/N). That was incredible,” Lin said, opening the door for you. You smiled politely, stepping out into the streets of New York.

“I was just doing my best. Some of tonight wasn’t that great, I’ll be honest with you. But it’s moments like these when you realise how loving the theatre community really is. I don’t think I’ve ever received that many hugs in my life!” You stated, smiling at the thought of the massive group hug the cast had a few moments before.

“I love the theatre. I truly do. And I love everyone in it. Tell me, where are you staying at the moment? I know you were living with your partner…” Lin asked, shutting the stage door and walking along beside you.

“Friend’s couch. It’s not much, but it’s enough. I don’t have any other choice,” You said, shrugging.

“I think you have plenty of choices. You know, I have a friend with a bed that I’m sure he’d be willing to lend to you until you’re back on your feet. I bet he’d even take the couch instead of you,” Lin stated, avoiding your eyes. He looked at his feet, smiling.

“Your friend sounds amazing. Do I know them?” You asked.

“Well, yeah. You definitely do…” Lin started, trailing off. He hesitated, before adding, “It’s me! I’m the friend!”

You laughed quietly. “That would be incredible Lin. But only if you wanted to deal with my lack of sleep and happiness,” You said.

“Oh trust me, you don’t even know what a lack of sleep is yet. When I was writing the show…”

You continued to walk home with Lin, happily listening to his stories. The week that had started off roughly was ending well, and you sure couldn’t wait to sleep in a real bed again.

To Virgo:

Please don’t be offended or feel discouraged by the servant archetype because it’s a very important one. Society tends to look down upon servants to the point where a lot of them aren’t taken seriously. The servant archetype highlights all of your beautiful, positive qualities and your negative ones too, if you’d like me to be honest.

Servants are important. They’re the only ones willing to do the hard work. People say everybody can do a work of a servant because it doesn’t require a lot of “work” but then these same people will actively try not to do it because they’re too weak to do it. You guys are the reason why the world functions. You guys are the only ones strong enough to willingly put down your ego to keep the world going. Some people can’t do that, but you most certainly can, and that’s admirable.

The world would be a mess without you. You have an important role. You can be modest all you want, but you, just like the rest of the signs are extremely important, even if society doesn’t seem to think so.


And yes, I mean all. I don’t care if you’re the ones hating or not but this fandom needs to clean up their act. From starting fandom wars, to the masturbation video, and now hating on Hoseok’s sister because she posted a picture with somebody who looked REMOTELY like one of the members?! How much worse are we going to get? We might as well start showing up to their dorm and start harassing them in person. I don’t see how you could go any further without it being fucking illegal.

Let’s start with the little stuff. Stop commenting on other videos about BTS. Just fucking stop doing it. I don’t want to hear your excuses as to why you’re doing it, it’s annoying and disrespectful. Do others do it on BTS’s videos? Yes. But do they do it so much that you can’t even see things about the actual artist the video is for? No. They don’t. That is why we are targeted, because we don’t know when to stop. So I’m telling you, STOP. Let’s also stop assuming that every damn artist in the Korean music industry is copying BTS. Sampling is legal, things get recycled, and I can promise you that not one of Bangtans songs, as well as any other artists, are completely, 100% original. So shut up and just enjoy the music.

Now, the things listed above are annoying, but they can be ignored. Sending a video of yourself MASTURBATING ON YOUR MENSTRUAL CYCLE straight to the boys is NOT okay. It never will be and its fucking sick. I have never been more disgusted in my life, nor have I ever seen something like that in any fandom (and I’ve been in many). I can’t even express in words how terrible that is. And the fact that there were ARMYs who wanted that person to send more is absolutely revolting as well. Learn some fucking self respect as well as respect for others. Sending videos like that and telling the boys how much you want to fuck/rape them is sexual harassment and you could face some serious charges for that. Stop doing/promoting such disgusting acts.

Lastly, stop hating on Hoseok’s sister. What gives you the right to do so? You don’t know Hoseok, you have absolutely no connection to him whatsoever. You’re his fan? Good for you, so are millions of others. You are not special and you DO NOT have some kind of permission to tell Jiwoo what she can and cannot do just because you’re “Oppas fan”. Jimin, Jiwoo, Hoseok and all of the rest of Bangtan can do whatever the hell they want because you do not own them, and they are people too. Stop the assumptions and set yourself straight because the world does not revolve around you. Life is a bitch and unfortunately, the one you’re living does not entitle you to tell any of the boys or their family what they’re “allowed” to do. Grow the fuck up.

(If all of this does not pertain to you, thank you. You’re doing it right. I would still appreciate if you were to spread this as I know the ones who have done wrong will not.)

(UPDATE: I am aware that the girl who sent the video to BTS was not an ARMY, but ARMYs are still at fault for encouraging her to post more and applauding what she did. Just because she wasn’t an army doesn’t mean we don’t need to be mature and take responsibility. The reason she even got so popular was because of how much attention ARMYs brought to her, both good and bad.)
#10 parent!Otayuri headcanons

I have too many parent!Otayuri headcanons. Been adding some of this stuff to my fanfics, but I can’t add them all, and because this is my blog and I get to do what I want, I’m going to put some of them down. Here goes.

1. They would adopt instead of get a surrogate because Otabek wants to help children in need. They’d probably adopt more than one later on.

2. Yuri would work as a model/designer, but I think Otabek would be happier as a stay at home dad, at least for the first few years.

3. Mila would be the godmother and Victor and Yuuri would both be godfathers (because they couldn’t choose one)

4. The kids like Yuri’s cooking more than Otabek’s and their favorite dish is his veal orloff.

5. They take a plane at least once a year to see Otabek’s parents in Almaty, who both adore the children and spoil them with treats and toys whenever they come

6. Otabek catches Yuri holding the baby in the living room and gently dancing her around to his old program music

7. Although they mostly watch Russian cartoons, they also let the kids watch Fantasia and Fantastia 2 just for the music and the visuals

8. Otabek wants to get them on the ice early but Yuri wants them to take ballet and gymnastics first because he’s a crazy perfectionist and doesn’t want them to get hurt

9. Although they’d have to end up throwing out the old baby stuff when the babies grew up, Yuri would still keep a bunch of stuff like onesies and shoes because they were too important to him.

10. One night Otabek has to stay up until 2am doing a book report his son forgot to do.

Caffeine Challenge #9

And time’s up! I had a blast with this one, though I got a little caught up in wikipedia during it! Remember to post yours with the tag Caffeine Challenge so I can find it! I’ll put them all on the google doc soon, but if you don’t see yours on it, feel free to send me a message! Sometimes it takes a bit for them to show up in the tag.

You can read mine on the doc HERE or below!

Toby is watering the ice plant (not that it needs it, it’s only complaining because he’d planted the marigolds a little too close this year) when the woman collapses just on the other side of his fence.

There are several unusual things about this beyond the obvious.

First is that Toby hadn’t actually seen her before the collapse, nor heard any footsteps.

Second is that Toby actually doesn’t have any neighbors and the only thing at the end of his little road is an old grain silo from when his house used to belong to a farmer.

Third is that the woman is dressed in an evening gown. An evening gown. In the mountains. High in the mountains, in fact, where the roads are more dirt paths than roads and the nearest town is at the bottom.

Toby stares at her through his fence and slowly puts down his watering can. He’s been living up here long enough to know better than to question the disappearances, the strange footprints, the eerie sounds that echo from somewhere above the summit outside his front door.

He has not ever had the opportunity to learn not to question the appearances.

“Ma’am?” he calls out, taking a cautious step towards the border of his property. “Ma’am, are you alright?”

The woman, lying face down in the dirt, doesn’t so much as twitch.

Toby hesitates at the gate and looks anxiously up and down the road. A faint breeze blows past, rattling the rash of poison ivy he hasn’t had a chance to usher away from his house and making something deep in the woods groan. It sounds like a rotted tree about to fall, its base too flimsy and hollow to hold up its skeletal canopy.

Toby knows it’s not a tree.

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No, I don’t think you understand what’s happening.

TERFs are recruiting aphobes now.

Like. That’s literally what is going on. That’s what this post is saying. She is messaging aphobes because she recognizes her own rhetoric.

Y'all need to stop pretending your movement is any different. You can’t steal TERFs arguments, have TERFs notice you are stealing their arguments, have them recruit the ones of you they already believe will agree with them and then say “but we are nothing like TERFs! Some of us are trans women!”

Sorry, you can’t do that. That’s not how it works.

To anyone who says “[Character] is [insert]sexual and everything else is wrong because I said so! uwuwu”

To anyone who says “[Character] is obviously [insert gender identity here], so if you’re viewing them differently, you’re the worst uwuwuwu”

To anyone who harrasses others and/or talks shit about them because they headcanon something differently and thus, want to invalidate these people’s opinions in any way.

Every single Mubzonline post

6 reasons why we need to start murdering white people in the street right now!

1. Something something slavery.

White people are the only ones who ever had slaves, ever. It’s a fact, one that I’m not gonna source because sourcing is an invention of the white devil, but anyway, slavery happened and white people need to pay.

2. Irrelevant bullshit.

You know there’s a serial killer fandom? That’s a bunch of incredibly fucked up teenage girls who are all white! Which means every single white person is responsible for them and what they do. Did you know only white people are serial killers as well? Even more proof we need to start killing the whites before they kill us.

3. White people will get angry if you spread this post.

Can you believe white people don’t like the idea of people calling for their deaths, like a bunch of racists? That’s just so weird, almost like people don’t take to the idea of genocide well at all.

4. A glaring logical fallacy

White privilege affords the whites of certain advantages in life, such as people not misspelling their name on a Starbucks cup or being widely represented in kid’s shows. Needless to say the only way to counterbalance this is to commit literal murder.

5. White people cannot be murdered!

Murder = power + taking of a life, and obviously black people do not have any power. Millionaire celebrities, world leaders existing in and out of the US and countless historical figures of non-white lineage don’t count. Therefore, white people cannot be murdered, but they can experience loss of life at the hands of another, which is somehow less bad.

i’ve avoided talking about it because it’s a little too close to home right now, but my heart hurts for oakland and all my friends who lost loved ones. send me any posts that need boosting about individual funeral/family funds or about any other DIY spaces that need funds to get up to code/emergency funds for people who have been evicted from their spaces. 

there’s talk in the seattle diy community about having some benefit shows to raise money to buy exit signs, smoke detectors, fire extinguishers etc for diy spaces, and i highly encourage everyone involved in spaces like this to find out what you need to do to bring your spaces up to code. it’s so hard to do this in already marginalized, usually not super wealthy communities. keep each other safe <3 

Okay so the movie theater I supervise at has a private Facebook group for employees to switch shifts or give them away if needed, or for a manager to make an announcement. But every now and then people like to post jokes or memes which personally, I like, but some managers get annoyed.

It has been happening a little more recently because we hired a bunch of new minors for the holidays, and they don’t know all the rules. but now that the holidays are over, there aren’t enough shifts to go around, and many of the older employees are annoyed at the newer ones. They do break a lot of rules, but I know it’s mostly because they see older employees doing it and not get in trouble (our managers are super chill, and let us get away with A LOT).

Personally, I am annoyed at both the older and newer employees: the older ones for expecting management like me to properly teach the new ones, when the managers spend most of their time in the office during shifts, and the supervisors (of which there are only three total, one per shift, and sometimes not even that) are supposed to focus on concessions.
And then I’m annoyed at the new ones for not having to common sense to think of this as a job where you have to DO things and HELP customers and keep OFF their phones and RESPECT other coworkers.

But anyway, back to our Facebook group. Last night,this division boiled to a head after one of my friends posted that she needed shifts. She didn’t get scheduled at all because she suddenly hurt her back last week and couldn’t work for a while. Then a few other employees pointed out how they weren’t getting scheduled as much, one of them hinting at it being the new minors faults, posting quote, “At least we know how to complete our jobs…”

That broke the levee.

In comes a slew of comments from the most outspoken minor, blaming older employees for the incompetence of the new employees. She’s not wrong, but she pissed a lot of her coworkers off. Including this one girl who’s been working there for two years (she’s an awful worker, but that’s another story) who posted quote, “damn, I dont know you but every time you comment on this page it’s either pointless or rude. Enough said, bye.”


after that, people start posting their own complaints, managers try and keep it civil and try and remind us that this is a page for trading shifts and ONLY for that. One new girl decides to go head to head with one of the most disliked managers like holy crap holy crap holy crap why are you doing this to yourself? Literally EVERYONE sees this? Do you know how bad this makes you look?

All of this was just drama that could’ve been avoided if employees just idk, did their jobs correctly. And as supervisor, though I am pretty damn unassertive, only work four shifts a week, and have no exceptional power, I feel responsible for the fact that the minors aren’t being trained properly and the older employees are refusing to welcome them.

God I hope something gets done about this :/

Tldr: a Facebook argument highlights under-boiling movie theater drama.


Yeah, I know. There’s enough gifs of this moment already. But I just needed a way to get back on the Antisepticeye hype train >:D

I rewatched the game’s end dialogue and I wanted to add them because it kinda relates to the concept of him in a way…

This one right here especially ^^

I always thought when you see Anti it’s like he’s “started over” in a new body and he’s finally free from Jack. And it all lead up to him gone and taken over completely in the “SAY GOODBYE” video.

And at that point he’s no longer the Jack we all know, he’s a stranger to us.

Then this here follows up.. the way he said these lines gave me a shiver down my fucking spine.

Of course, one does not simply  f̷̶̪̜̤̺̘̜͔͟ơ̺̜͖̟̫̲̳̖r̴̨͚̫̥̣̯̦g̸̴͉̫̣͎̻ȩ͔͙͞t͈̪̲̥̜̣ͅ Anti so easily…

We just gotta see what happens next. ;)

Hey everyone, I just wanted to announce that I’ve bred a box full (13 males, 17 females) of Jangmo-O for people to use in-game. Because frankly, I felt a little heartbroken that GameFreak got me all excited to use one of these, only to restrict them to be capturable exclusively near the very end of the game. So honestly, I just want anyone else who’s been bummed about this to have their own Jangmo-O. Unfortunately, these are extremely hard to get on the GTS, so that’s why I felt it necessary to just hand a bunch out to people in need. I’ve posted this on a few of my other social networks and responses to them will all pull from the same pool of 30 Jangmo-O, so quantities are limited. I want to breed more, but I wanna progress in the game, dammit! Regardless, I implore any of you to breed it and share the love. Females will have priority for those of you who will breed. I want this to spread as far across the community as possible so everyone gets one soon. It’s first come, first served, and natures/abilities are randomized. And yes, these are legitimate, and no, you may not borrow my Ditto because I don’t have one. Male Salandit is what I used to breed and I recommend fellow breeders use one as well.

And finally, once I’ve run out of Jangmo-O, I recommend everyone interact with each other and trade from those of you who got one from me. If you’re willing to breed, please specify in your comment so others can contact you. Hell, make your own post like this if you want to.

If breeding a bunch of these doesn’t sound appealing to you, consider this: People are DESPERATE for this Pokemon. At the very least, they are possibly the best trading leverage you can get right now.

My friend code is 1134-7515-9387, and you can trade me anything you feel like.