THIS IS IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTANDING THIS COMIC: this is part of an autobiographical series I started months back to document my gender transition. These all took place months ago.
August 24th, 2016. Still fairly early on in my transition and having dealt with being occasionally misgendered put me on my guard in public. I dealt with it by just forging ahead and trying to keep pushing my comfort zone out further. I was gonna wear whatever the heck I wanted!!
Anyway, I don’t feel this way any more (unless my dysphoria gets particularly bad). It’s a nice place to be.
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Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.
“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.
Eyes widening, the Doctor only has a moment to let his mouth drop open in surprise before another gentleman steps in—time to change dance partners. Rose slips into position with the newcomer without so much as a blink or even a glance in the Doctor’s direction, never faltering in her rhythm; a quick peek at the Doctor moments later tells her that he has allowed himself to be swept up in the tide of dancers, sidling up to his new partner across the room.
Rose turns away, swirling in her partner’s arms, but she can feel the eyes of the Doctor boring into her. She shivers despite the summer heat.
“That’s beside the point,” he whispers when they meet again, touching palm-to-palm first with one hand, then the other. “I’m a Time Lord.”
“Really? First I’ve heard of it,” Rose replies drily.
“I’ve been doing this for a long time, Rose. A very long time. I understand the risks.”
Rose rolls her eyes. “And stupid apes don’t.”
At least the Doctor has the decency to flinch at those words. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“Of course it is,” Rose sighs, and they both step back, granting a berth for other dancers to flit gracefully between them. “After all,” Rose continues when they reconnect, hands clasped, “I’m hardly one of the most accomplished women who ever lived, am I?”
I embarrass jerk customer in front of date, forcing him to eat crow.
Just saw the other post on the front page, reminded me of a story during my time as a waiter.
So the place I worked at was pretty nice by normal standards, but for
my area it was basically one of about 3 nice places to sit down and eat
in a 30 mile radius. HAd a guy come in shortly after open one day,
said he wanted to reserve a table for that night and wanted to know if
we could “make it special”
He had flowers he’d purchased, and he asked if we could bring them
out during the meal. I said it was no problem, and even let him fridge
the flowers in back so they’d be nice and fresh for that evening. He
also wanted a “secluded” table, I looked at the reservations and he was
the only one, so reserved about 6 tables around the fireplace for him,
and told the other servers to only use those tables if we got busy.
This was all in front of him, I felt like we were sort of helping him
plan, it was fun, and you don’t get a lot of chances to do something
nice and rewarding waiting tables so we were all on board to make it an
awesome night. When they arrive I’ve got the table done up with candles
and we ended up being really slow so I was able to give them the entire
fireplace room to themselves, and put everyone else in the main dining
The dinner went off without a hitch, I gave them a free wine tasting,
free dessert, brought the flowers out, the whole bit. The guy’s date
was positively beaming. I felt great, and the rest of the staff just
thought it was a really neat little evening we’d thrown together for
I saw them get up to leave, and grabbed the little black book we’d
put folk’s bill in to see if I’d gotten a nice tip or even a nice little
thank you or something. So naive!
There was their ticket, and the tip line had a big fat line drawn
through it. This was 100+ dollar meal. I’d been stiffed plenty of
times, usually you just shrug it off and on to the next, but the fact
that this guy had asked for service above and beyond made me see red,
before I could even think about it, I was fast walking up to the happy
couple, I caught them right at the front door.
“Was everything all right with your service today?’ I heard myself asking.
The lady starts to beam, "It was SO wonderful thank you SO much!”
Dude gives me the look. That look of, “Oh shit, don’t fucking bust me out dude.” The panic in his eyes seals his fate.
“Are you sure about that?” I ask, and flip the bill book open, and point at the tip line.
The lady gasps, “You didn’t tip him?!”
“I uh….forgot….I have money in my car”
She looks at him incredulously. He “runs out to his car” and grabs
me a wadded up five, that almost certainly came from his pocket, not the
car. Put it in my hand while giving me a death stare, and they walk
TLDR: Ask for over the top service and leave zero tip? I will ruin your date.
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“Tell anyone and I’ll murder you and sell your body
parts for money.” 3.
“How long have you been standing there?”
Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just lots of floof
Word Count: 1901
When you heard the team heading off on the latest big operation,
you were too exhausted to see them off. There was no way you were dragging your
ass out to say hello or goodbye. You’d been out for nearly two months on an
undercover op that had ended poorly and the only thing on your mind when you’d
slipped home at 1:30 am that same morning had been sleep.
On the flight home you’d forced yourself to stay awake and write
up your mission report and check the docket for the upcoming work. You couldn’t
be more grateful for the week off, even if you were a little disappointed that
the rest of the team was going to be gone for the first three days on assignment.
You missed them. Undercover work was lonely work. It left you feeling grimy and
worn. You missed Sam’s teasing wit; you missed Steve’s rich laugh, and Clint’s
relentless pranks. You missed Tony’s clever jabs and Nat’s knowing smiles.
Most of all you missed Bucky. You missed the comfortable way that
silence with him wrapped around you like a heavy comfortable blanket. You
missed how he knew what you needed even if you didn’t ask, bringing you shitty
cup-o-noodles in your room after a rough mission or a long day. You even missed
how he and Sam bickered and taunted each other, Sam usurping the washer in the
middle of Bucky’s laundry day, or Bucky dropping loads of Lua’s fur into the
dryer after brushing her in retaliation.
“nice work in there, herondale, setting the place on fire,” Gabriel observed. “good thing we were there to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of your reputation.”
Monster High - Frankie Stein - Voltageous Fashion - From yet another late night sketch…. Maybe I will have to start actually making the dolls that feature my designs…. or look into getting my designs made into clothes :)
Might not have so much art for a while as I need to spend all my free time preparing my new house so OH and I have a nice place to live ; - ; But I will finally have a studio to work in !!
Getting out of my car at work in the dark I hear a woman’s voice say “Hello?” like she wants my attention…I jerk my head around looking for the source. I can’t find it. I see no one. I feel someone though. In my head I’m like, ‘Don’t they know you can’t do that shit to a witch?” Witches NEED a follow up statement, dang it! Gaaww!