places my sister works

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

If Jane Austen wrote Star Trek:

Spock, the first officer whose advice was always effectual, possessed a strength of understanding, and coolness of judgement, which qualified him to be the counselor of the ship’s captain, and enabled him frequently to counteract, to the advantage of them all, that eagerness of mind in Captain Kirk which must generally have lead to imprudence. Spock had an excellent heart, positioned somewhere near his kidneys; his feelings were strong, but he knew how to govern them: it was a knowledge which his captain had yet to learn, and which one of his fellow crew members had resolved never to learn.

Dr. Leonard McCoy’s abilities were, in many respects, equal to Spock’s. He was sensible and clever; but eager in every thing; his sorrows, his joys, could have no moderation. He was generous, amiably cynical, interesting: he was everything but logical.

anonymous asked:

What I find super disturbing is that this article is full of lies, verifiable lies with provable facts to assert the contrary. Yet, people just buy it?? Accept it? Allow it to even be printed in the first place? My sister works in PR & she says all you need to get someone to believe even a lie is authority and repetition. So I knew this stuff happens but seeing it just blows my mind.

All you need to get someone to believe a lie is authority and repetition

I Love You ‘Til the Sun Dies

I was requested to do and imagine base on the song “Little Do You Know” by Alex and Sierra, I know @imagine-mix-fandoms already did and imagine based off that song, which was amazing, so please go read that as well! I combined this request with an imagine of my own, so enjoy!

Imagine: You and Eric going through each other’s fear landscape. You learn why Eric is the way he is, and he finds out that you are scared of him.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and death!

“Eric, please don’t,” you beg with tears streaming down your face.

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says with a gun pointed to your head, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

He pulls the trigger.

You jolt awake gasping for air. Your face is covered in tears and body in sweat.

“You okay Y/N?” Eric asks opening his sleep filled eyes and looking at you.

“I-I’m fine.” You quickly respond, looking away from him. You’ve been waking up from this nightmare every day since the attack in Candor during the war, which had ended weeks ago. Since then, Eric was forgiven for what he did, and was given back his leadership position, Divergents were now safe, and you knew that Eric would never hurt you; however, this did not stop the nightmares from coming.

“Y/N, please telling me what’s bothering you. You wake up from these nightmares every fucking day and you won’t tell me what they’re about. Talk to me baby,” He was now fully awake, he grabs your chin and makes you face him, “Please Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“It’s nothing Eric, really,” How could you ever tell him that your nightmares were about him killing you, I would break his heart. He clearly didn’t believe you, so you leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, trying to talk his mind off it.

He eventually pulled back, with a disappointed look on his face, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but remember, I’m always here if you need to talk.” With that, he got up and walked out of the room.

‘I’m sorry Eric, I wish I could tell you, but I can’t,’ you thought.

“Where are we going Eric?” You asked, he held your hand leading you through the dark hallways of the Dauntless compound.

“Do you trust me Y/N,” He stopped walking and looked back at you, you nodded, “Then shut up and stop asking me!”

He finally stopped in front of the familiar room that you hadn’t seen since your initiation. The fear landscape room.

“Eric why are we here?” You question.

“We’ve been together for almost a year now, and I realized that you barely even know anything about me, so I thought what better way for you to get know me than going through my fears,” He says with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Eric, you don’t have t-”

“But I want to.” He said getting out the syringes.

“How many fears do you have?” You ask.

“Eight,” You can’t shake off the feeling that you’re invading his privacy, but he really wants this so you go with it, “Ready?

You nod as he injects himself; he then brushes your hair away from your neck and injects you.

Suddenly you find yourself trapped inside a small box, the walls closing in on you, claustrophobia. You look over at Eric, he is sitting, jaw-clenched, staring at the wall in front of him, you shake him, “Eric snap out of it and do something!”

He then takes a deep breath and puts his legs out pushing against the wall in front of him, you decide to do the same with the opposite wall, Eric counts to three and you both push, the scene changes.

You two are now standing in an open field, you look around and then back at Eric who is standing beside you stiffly, suddenly a flock of birds fly down and surround you, you see Eric taking shallow breaths, and try to stifle a giggle, “Your scared of birds?!”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Are you making fun of me Y/N?”

“No! Not at all! I’m just surprised that the big bad Eric is scared of birds,” You laugh.

“Says the girl who’s scared of itty bitty spiders,” he says rolling his eyes.

You punch him in the shoulder and say, “Now do something so we can get out of here.”

He walks up to the birds, bends down, and picks one up. He stands there for a second just staring at it with his jaw clenched, then gently pets its head, and I let out a small laugh as the birds and field disappear.

One by one, we went through the rest of his fears, being buried alive, failure, killing his loved ones, etc. Until we finally got to his final fear, we were standing in a dark alley somewhere in Erudite, there were five large men dressed in blue, three of the men stood holding an unfamiliar girl with a beaten and bruised face, and two of them held Eric who was struggling in their hold.

“ERIC!” The girl calls out.

“ELIZABETH!” Eric yells back with a pained expression, “Fuck!”

When he finally gets out of the grasp of the men, the girl changes, she is now in black clothing, she is still bruised and bleeding, and she has a tattoo of a dream catcher on her forearm. Wait, what?! You look at her face closely. It’s you.

“Eric…?” You look towards Eric, who is standing next to you wide eyed and frozen, “Eric!” You shake him.

“It changed,” His whisper is barely audible, simulation you lets out an agonizing scream, right before she is slapped across the face by one of the men.

“ERIC!” You hear yourself yell his name. This is so fucking strange. I’ve never seen Eric look so scared, his face has gone pale, his eyes are wide and he’s barely blinking, his jaw is clenched, and his hands are in shaking fists. One man grabs the neckline of your shirt and tears it apart, you scream once again, and thrash in the hold of the other two. You suddenly knew exactly what was happening.

Fuck I have to end this,’ You think to yourself, you stand in front of Eric and grab his face, forcing him to look down at you, “It’s okay Eric! I’m okay! Look at me Eric, I’m okay!”

When nothing worked you stood up on your toes and kissed him, eventually his heart rate slowed down and when you finally broke the kiss, the two of you were back in the fear landscape room. Eric looked around and collapsed to his knees.

You instantly kneeled down next to him, “Eric what was that? What was happening?”

“I-it was always her but now it’s you! It’s you Y/N!”

“Just breathe Eric,” You grab his hand as he took a deep breath, “Now tell me.”

“Back in Erudite, just a month before my choosing ceremony, I had a one night stand with this girl, she was my older sister’s ex-boyfriend’s younger sister,” Older sister? You knew Eric’s two younger sisters, but you never knew he had an older one too, “to me it was nothing, but she wanted more, I rejected her. So one day after school, I walked to the place where my older sister, Elizabeth, worked, Mum wanted her to take me shopping for a new blazer. We took too long in the shop and it was getting dark outside, we knew Mum was going to be mad at us, so we decided to take a shortcut home. Fuck that was the biggest mistake in my life,” He put his head in his hands and continued, “We were passing by this alleyway, I was leading the way, when suddenly Elizabeth screamed, I turned around, but I was held back by two men, two others held Elizabeth, and there was a fifth man, Elizabeth’s ex. To get back at Lizzy for breaking up with him, and at me for breaking his fucking sister’s heart, they raped and killed her in front of me, and I don’t know I fucking lived through that, but I did. It left my family shattered, and left me angry and full of hatred, and that’s why I chose dauntless on Choosing Day.”

“Oh my God, Eric I- I don’t know what to say,” You say quietly, trying to take in all the information you had just received, looking down as your lap.

“It’s okay Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything in there, it was always her, always, and suddenly it changed to you, and I didn’t know what to do,” He admits sadly.

“Eric, it’s okay, I understand,” You quickly respond, trying to comfort him.

“Let’s just go through your landscape,” He says getting up, you know he’s trying to get his mind off of what he just saw, but you can’t let him see your fears. If he sees the nightmare you have of him every night, it will break him.

“You’ve already seen it during my initiation,” You say.

“Yeah, but things change, and besides you haven’t been through it since then, it’s important for a dauntless to go through their fears often, we need to be able to handle them, in case they come back to haunt us in our real lives,” He says, trying to convince me.

“But, Eric-”

“I guess it’s fine if you don’t trust me enough to let me see,” You groan at Eric and his blackmailing skills, you mentally roll your eyes.

“Ugh, fine,” Maybe you’ll only have the same nine fears, maybe new fears don’t register with the serum that fast, you silently hope, as Eric injects the two of you once again.

One by one, you go through all nine of your familiar fears. Then everything goes dark, “Y/N? What’s going on, I thought you only had nine fears?”

You laugh uncomfortably, “Looks, like you were right Eric, things can change, I guess I have a new one.”

Suddenly the darkness disappears and you find yourself in Candor Headquarters, you’re on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, you look up with wide eyes and see Eric standing above you, gun pointed to your head, this isn’t real you try to tell yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to believe it, it feels so real, “Eric, please don’t-”

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

Your heart speeds up so fast you think it’ll explode, you start to cry, “Eric no! I’m sorry!”

He pulls the trigger.

You snap your eyes open gasping, you look around and you’re back in the landscape room.

“Y/N?” You just remembered that Eric saw all of that.

“Eric I-”

“Save it Y/N,” He tries to sound angry, but you can see how hurt he is, “I’ve tried to so hard to convince everyone that I’ve changed, but who the hell is gonna believe me, if my fucking girlfriend’s even scared of me!”

“Eric! Wait, I’m so fucking sorry! Eric?!” You call after him as he storms out of the room. After a while you walk to your best friend’s apartment, you thought it would be best to leave Eric alone for now, at least until you could think of a way of showing him how you feel.

You were in your friend’s guest bedroom, when suddenly you got an idea; you got out a piece of paper and started to write:

Little do you know, how I’m breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know, I’m still haunted by the memories
Little do you know, I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know, I need a little more time
Underneath it all I’m held captive by the hole inside
I’ve been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind
I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know, I need a little more time.

You walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment, knowing he wouldn’t be home yet, and go into your room, and fold the note in half, you put it on top of his laptop and leave, praying that this would work.

The next morning your friend comes into your room, waking you, “Y/N! Get up!”

“What?” You grumble.

“I was just about to leave for work, when Eric asked me to give this to you,” she says handing you a folded piece of paper, your heart sank thinking that he rejected your note and returned it.

“W-what is it?” You ask her.

“I don’t know, I didn’t check,” she looks at her watch and says, “listen, I have to go now, but you can stay here as long as you want!”

“Thanks,” you call out as she leaves, you hear the door shut and you finally open the letter, your heart flutters at Eric’s familiar handwriting:

I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I love you like you’ve never felt the pain,
I’ll wait, I promise you don’t have to be afraid,
I’ll wait, The love is here and here to stay
So lay your head on me
Little do you know, I know you’re hurting while I’m sound asleep
Little do you know, all my mistakes are slowly drowning me
Little do you know, I’m trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies.

You look up from the letter, trying to hold back your tears, and you see Eric standing in the doorway, he looks at you and says, “’little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies’.”

You jump off the bed and run into his arms, you finally let the tears release, “I’m so sorry Eric! I’m sorry!” You say through sobs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” He whispers kissing your forehead.  

 A/N: Ahh that was so long, I’m so sorry it took forever to write this, but I had exams going on, however I’m free for the rest of the week, so send in your requests!

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Who Am I? Part 9

tSummary:  My take on A/B/O with Marvel.  You open up to one and open up for another.  

Warnings:  Smut, light non/Con

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader (light this chapter) Steve x Reader

Words: 3100 

Tags: @divadinag @ariwolff14 @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @marauderice @el-bucky @kellyn1604 @negan–is–god @theariel85

               The bubbles were starting to fizzle out and the warm soapy water had eased aches you didn’t realize you had.  

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In A Flash || Pt. 2 [B. Allen]

Summary: After the fight with Saber Tip, you and Barry have a little heart-to-heart. This is literally only fluff enjoy

Also L/N means ‘Last Name’

Honestly, it wasn’t your fault.

Max should have told them not to wake you up, even if you were unconscious. You’d been through a lot and seen a lot while being the Black Killer. You were a light sleeper and could react on instinct before a first thought. Max found out the hard was multiple times, so really, he should have warned the others.

Flash had shaken you back to consciousness, and before you could react, you swung around and slammed your fist into his face.

“Barry!” A pale red-head yelped, rushing over. She put her hands on his shoulders, leaning over the hero who was hunched over, holding his nose.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, swinging your legs over the sides of the bed you were on to get up, “Flash, I’m so sorry!” Your feet hit the ground and your legs gave out. Max was quick enough to hold you up. The Scarlet Speedster took the tissues in a Mexican-looking man’s hand and dabbed his nose. He looked over with a chuckle and oh my god, he didn’t have on his mask.

Flash sniffed, wiping his nose as he smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it,” he reassured you, “I heal fast.” That didn’t make you feel any better, but you were relieved that he wasn’t mad at you. You gently shrugged off your friend when you could stand on your own, smiling small at the Flash.

Oh god, was he gorgeous. His chestnut-colored hair was up in a small quiff, exposing his glimmering green eyes. His skin looked smooth and soft, and his jawline was sharp.

“Let me introduce myself,” the man clad in red leather spoke, holding out his hand for you to shake, “My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive.”

The red-head facepalmed.

You chuckled, shaking his hand. “I’m Y/N L/N,” you introduced, “and I’m named after dark death.” Barry let out a chuckle, grinning. “Y/N, this is Cisco Ramon and Dr. Caitlin Snow. They’re on team Flash.” Barry motioned towards his friends, who waved. You waved back. “Well, this is Max Adler, he’s my tech and my partner.” You patted Max’s head. He shoved your hand off him, but smiled small.

“You know,” Caitlin suddenly spoke up, “Cisco and I still need to run tests on, what did you call him, Saber Tip? I’m sure Max could help. Why don’t you guys go to Jitters and get some coffees? You two deserve a break for a bit.”

Barry shot daggers at her with his eyes, while you just furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s Jitters?” You questioned. Barry turned to you. “CC Jitters is a little café coffee shop place,” he explained, “My sister, Iris, works there. She always gives us discounts.” You nodded slowly. “Well, lead the way, I guess?” You asked, chuckling lightly. Barry nodded and grabbed ahold of you. “Hold on.” He smirked, before speeding out.

Barry,” you exclaimed when he set you on your feet, “You’re still in your Flash suit!” He looked down. “Oh. Wait, hold on.” He replied. He sped away, and in seconds, was back wearing normal clothes.

You shook your head, “You’re weird.”

Barry just chuckled. “Do you even care about getting caught?” You asked him as the two of you walked into Jitters. “Of course I do,” the brunet replied, opening the door for you, “but it’s difficult to see my facr when I run. Besides, it’s not like Green Arrow where half the city wants him behind bars. Everyone here thinks the Flash is a hero.”

You smiled kindly at him. “Of course they do, you are one,” you hummed, seeing Barry smile down at you, “Though, I think I can relate more to Green Arrow’s predicament than I can yours. You’re no longet a vigilante. Not a real one, anyways. Everyone adores you.”

Barry went to speak, but a dark skinned girl bounded over, causing him to shut his mouth. “Hey, Bear,” she greeted, “What brings you here?” Barry grinned at the girl. “Hey Iris. Caitlin ordered me and my new friend, here, to grab some coffees. Think you can get us the S.T.A.R. Labs usual? Plus one.” The girl – Iris – typed in the order, then added the discount.

“Four mochas coming right up,” she beamed, then turned to you, “Do you want anything, Barry’s friend?” You smiled politely at her, “Just a water, please.” Iris nodded and whisked away to get the drinks. Barry turned to you.

“Just water?” He questioned. You shrugged. “I can drink up to five bottles of water a day,” you replied nonchalantly, “I had to drink so much of it to keep hydrated when I first became the Black Killer that I just got used to it.” Barry looked at you in surprise. Iris came back with four cups of coffee and a water bottle held in a carrier.

Barry paid and you took the cardboard drink holder. As you walked to the door, you heard Iris mutter to Barry, “Why didn’t you tell me you had a new, hot friend? Barry, you idiot. Make a move!” You also heard Barry whisper back harshly, “I’ve only known her for a day, Iris. Calm down.”

You snorted quietly and shook your head, kicking the door open with your foot. Barry was by your side in an instant. “I could have helped you…” He mumbled, and you didn’t reply. The walk back to S.T.A.R Labs was like a small game of twenty questions.

You’d just set the drinks down when Caitlin came running in. “We’ve got a meta attacking the square,” she rushed out, “He doesn’t look too dangerous, but he’s causing a massive panic.” Max and Cisco came running in after her. “Yeah, what she said.” Max remarked.

You turned to Barry, not knowing what a 'meta’ was, but by the look on the hero’s face, you assumed it was a bad guy. He looked down at you, “Want to help me with the problem? You kinda owe me for saving you before.”

Funny, he almost sounded as if he were avoiding a rejection…

You slipped on your mask and grinned at him, “Lead the way, rosebud.”

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Too much.

I hit a breaking point today when I heard about what happened in Barcelona. I think it’s something that’s been building up ever since September 11th in 2001. I heard the news about Barcelona first when I got up and went out to get my dad his breakfast and take care of cat stuff (litter box, fresh water, food). I kind of avoid the news after initially hearing about something horrible. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just I don’t like to sit and listen for every little morsel of information. I prefer to find out about it, then go away from it and come back later when there’s more details rather than seeing the same ones reported over and over.

The breaking happened at noon for me. My dad has Parkinson’s and part of my routine with him is helping him do some therapeutic exercises that are supposed to help him be more mobile and flexible. I help him by holding his walker steady for the standing up exercises and counting his movements to make sure he does the total set of each exercise.

Fox News seems to be the “background noise” my parents prefer while waiting for other things to come on. Naturally, that meant it was all about Barcelona. 

My heart started to race when my dad began his first set of exercises. I recognized the sensation of extreme fear beginning to come over me, but I kept myself deadpan, tried to take deep breaths and control my exhales by counting out loud. I mean, I do that anyway, but I wasn’t pausing to breathe between every few numbers. I tried so hard to turn the reaction off. My throat started to get so tight that it was hard to breathe and I started gasping quietly between every other number. I felt like I just ran across the country at a full sprint and then the urge to cry started to build up.

I kept focused on my dad as much as I could until I got him all the way through all his standing up exercises. He has one more he does sitting down where I have to push his knees straight while he flexes his toes “towards his face” as much as he can. Part of his walking issues are his legs don’t straighten all the way, so this helps that.

Anyway, I got lightheaded as I helped dad get to the recliner and my knees got suddenly weak. I said ‘excuse me’ and I have no memory between that and finding myself sitting sideways on my bedroom floor while crying so hard I could barely breathe. My mind was racing with horrible thoughts of something similar happening at Disneyland or my church or the grocery store or the school where my sister works and all the myriad of public places accessible to vehicles and people with evil intentions. 

I started screaming in my mind for Jesus to come down here like He promised and end the world because it was so full of evil and suffering. I was hyperventilating so bad that I couldn’t see much through all the phosphenes (”static”) and my skin felt numb. All I could really hear was myself gasping and crying. My mom came in at some point and I have zero recollection of what we said because all I remember is she was there very briefly.

It took me almost half an hour to calm down enough to help my dad finish his exercises. He was really concerned about me. He doesn’t give me crap when something is scaring me. I didn’t know how to explain my feelings to him other than to say there’s too much crap happening and I couldn’t handle it, so I freaked out. He thought the images on TV were upsetting me and told me not to look at the TV. This is an understandable thing and I didn’t comment because my ability to use the right words was (and still is) too hampered to make sense of it. Then we did his knee push exercise since that was his last one.

I hate the news. It’s starting to feel more like gossip where people discuss the same two or three facts endlessly until new information that may or may not be correct arrives. I just like to hear that something happened, get just the facts and then get away. In situations where my emotions are high, I react more to tone of voice than what’s being said, and today it’s a parade of reporters sounding so grim and sad that I just couldn’t take it anymore.

It’s the suffering that’s affecting me, not the actual events themselves. It’s thinking about people who won’t see someone they love come home. It’s wondering how many people walked away after a fight and now they can’t apologize and make up. It’s all the death and destruction and being unable to comprehend why anyone can do such evil, horrible things.

But in the midst of all that, I had the presence of mind to challenge both of my parents when they said “what kind of sick headed freak does this?”

I said, “It’s not mental illness. Mentally people are usually the victims of violence, not the cause. That’s a lie movies perpetuate. Mental illness is not evil. The people who do the kind of crap we see on TV right now are evil people choosing to be evil.”

And they got quiet real fast. As I walked away to type this, I heard my dad say to my mom, “Our kid just schooled us.”

At the moment, I can’t really tell if more bad things are actually happening, or if we just hear about and know more often because people with phones can now insta-upload something to a news agency while on the scene of something awful. I really hope it’s “more tech” rather than “more evil”.

Jason is a handyman that does some random jobs at my sisters place.
I make sure I know when she is getting work done, then I invite myself round for a coffee!


I’m in the middle of my final month at work, and at home, and in this phase of my life–I’m finding myself being so, so grateful for every small thing that I’ve had for the past year; an amazing support system, emotionally and financially, at my work place; a stable home life; an amazing sister-in-law that, despite our moral differences, has never once left my side; incredible friends that are always here to comfort me in my breakdowns, glow ups, and in-betweens; having ample time to work on my mental health and become the best version of me; time and money to travel, see the world, expand my existence; myself, honestly.
Every small detail, every grievance, every nuisance, every beautiful moment–they have all added up to one of the most intense, but also one of the most rewarding, years of my life. I cannot believe it’s all coming to a close, but I am so fucking grateful for everything that’s coming.
damn. life is so strange and beautiful sometimes. i am such a fan

Lesson #52: Self Introduction Phrases :

자기소개 - self introduction
Tring to keep it simple

1) Telling names:

저는 ______이에요/예요 - I am

제 이름은 _____이에요/예요 - My name is

저는 ______ 입니다 - I am

제 여동생 이름은 ______이에요/예요 - My younger sisters name is


저는 학새이에요 - I am a student

저는 대학생이에요 - I am a college student

저는 선생늠이에요 - I am a teacher

저는 영어 선생님이에요 - I am an English teacher.

저는 은행에서 일해요 - I work in a bank

제 남동생은 학생이에요 - my younger brother is a student.

제 언니는 은행에서 일해요 - my sister works in a bank.

3) Place of Living/Origin:

저는 서울에서 살아요 - I live in Seoul

저는 미국에서 살아요 - I live in the USA

저는 독일에서 태났어요 - I was born in Germany

저는 중국에서 왔어요 - I come from China

4) Vocabulary:

나이 - age

취미 - hobby

직장 - workplace

직업 - job

사는 곳 - place of living

I'l leaving it here as I don’t like posting long lessons - these are supposed to be short and simple!

As always guys, I am not a tutor, teacher, fluent or native speaker. I learn on my own and post these lessons to help others like me learn.

Thanks guys!


ok i just have really strong feelings about modern au eponine livin the inner city gang life and dreaming about getting out.

(im just going to leave these feelings right here)

this is a daily reminder to you guys that i still hate men

I guess this is a fuck customers bc he was a customer when it happened.

A little back story:
My roommates are my sister and her boyfriend. Well, her bf tried picking a fight with me the other day because he was yelling at my sister and I was having none of it. He basically told me to move out if I didn’t like him emotionally abusing her. The fuck.

Anyway, the day after, he came into our work to pick my sister up (sis and I work together at a “Mexican” fast food place. You know, the one with the bell?) She got off about an hour after I started that day.

So, as I was still very mad at him/he made my blood boil and my anxiety skyrocket, I ignored him and my manager (bless his soul) took his order instead.
I was at the counter when his order came out and he asked if I wanted some of the little dessert things he bought.
One: I’m on the clock and in the lobby, I actually can’t have one right now.
Two: fuck your fake kindness.
I said no thanks.
He seemed to get Really mad about it.

Not ten minutes later, I’m mopping, my sister clocks out. He starts arguing with my soster and my Manager about how I was late because I didn’t tell him my hours so it’s my fault (I didn’t ask him for a ride. I took the bus and was late bc the bus was late. My manager understood.) And how rude I am and how I know nothing about his and my sisters relationship (as if living with them didn’t clue me in enough?)
Like??? he’s raising his voice and getting angry while other customers are trying to eat their food like four feet away.

My manager tells him off and him and my sister finally leave.

Like, okay. I understand that he’d be mad at Me, because he’s a shitty person in general and being mad at the mentally ill kid who stood up for his sister would make total sense in his fucked up head, but trying to bring that shit into my Work?? My new fucking job??? My sisters place of work????? I wanted to cry, I was so angry.

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him

TL;DR: my roommate and I got in a fight and he tried bringing the fight into my place of work, like a fucking dick.

anonymous asked:

Aren't you supposed to be at long beach indie for your movie? What happened?

Because I still don’t have an apartment in LA and I couldn’t figure out a place and I was already in Canada I just flew down to NYC to see my sister and friends!! Working out potential roommates and places in LA rn!! I wish I could have gone though!