tap machine

some good stims -

flapping- feeling your hands bounce and your wrists twirl and your fingers flick in and out and in and out. Wiggling your arms, feeling gravity weigh down on them, feeling your muscles send them flying high. Kicking up your legs, curling your toes and shaking your feet, feeling so happy that your whole body flaps with it

twirling- spinning and spinning, seeing your hair in your face, watching your clothes billow out and twist around, wrapping your arms around yourself to go fast, or stretching them out and feeling the air rush over them

rocking- swaying and tilting and flowing, slow at first, then faster and faster. Leaning forwards and back, moving your body in big circles, small circles, triangles and octagons and all sorts of shapes.

hair twirling- the feel on your fingers in your hair, the soft, cool stands sliding between them, the pleasant pressure on your scalp, making little ringlets, tight twists, braids, twirling the hair until it’s a ball atop your head. Letting it go and watching it uncurl

singing- closing your mouth and humming, letting music vibrate through you, letting it build in your chest and poke through your lips, seeing how high you can go, how low you can go. Opening your mouth wide, belting out songs, whispering them, who needs to talk when you can sing?

repeating- feeling your lips stretch and scrunch up to make words, your tongue press against your teeth, hearing how lovely those words sound when they come out of your mouth, how soft or bright or bubblegum flavored. Mimicking until everything around you is pleasant words and good sounds and your ears and mouth are filled to the brim with happiness

oral fixation- rolling beads against your teeth with your tongue, the metal cool and clicking. Sinking your teeth into silicon squares and dragons, gnawing on plastic with your molars, denting wood with your canines. Sucking and chewing on your shirt collar, rubbing your tongue against the fabric

tapping- making drums out of everything around you. The loud, hollow sounds of tap, tap, tapping on the washing machine, the pretty clicks of running your fingernails over glass. Drumming your fingers on the fabric of your clothes. feeling them bump, bump, bump on your shoulders and chest and legs

pressure- wrapping your arms right around you and squeezing until everything is just right. Heavy blankets, layers of jackets, holding your pets in your lap and feeling the pleasantness of it all pressing down on you. Hugs, a friends head on your chest, weighted blankets filled with rice that sound so pretty when you shake them

shaking- legs bouncing, up and down, up and down. Clenching your muscles till your arms vibrate a mile a minute. Hearing your chair bump the floor as you move, watching your hands flutter and fly so fast that they’re blurrs

making sounds- clicking. feeling your tongue press against the roof of your mouth, moving fast and quiet or slow and loud. popping, sucking in your cheeks, puckering your lips. Hissing, letting the air squeeze past your lips. Going from high to low, low to high, making your mouth a symphony

jumping- bouncing. Popping up and down on the balls of your feet. jumping from leg to leg, knees bent, hair flying up and down, feeling your heart soar and fall with gravity. Big jumps, so far off the ground you think you might never come down, until you do with a satisfying bang! Small jumps, like a little ballerina on their toes, landing soft and fast

When in Doubt, Swing it Out

I’ve been super into the electro swing genre lately (I blame @kaxpha for playing bomb music in their art streams) so I wrote this little blurb of a fic. Enjoy!

Lance had most definitely had better days.

Not only had been woken up by a surprise training drill by Allura, but he had barely slept a wink anyway thanks to some not so friendly dreams due to his spike of homesickness as of late.

He sat on the couch in the main lounge, sighing as he scrolled through his cellphone, a reflex that he had yet to have broken. There obviously was no cellphone reception in space. But, fortunately, Pidge had brought her phone charger with her in the backpack she carried when this entire crazy adventure started, so at least Lance could look at the pictures. Him at the Garrison with Hunk and Pidge, him at the beach in his hometown, his mom, his siblings, his family.

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anonymous asked:

Rn I'm living on kind of a toxic house for idk how much longer (trying to move out asap) but a lot of things make me anxious/angry/feel all kinds of negative emotions. Could this affect my magic? If so, what can I do to fix that? I can't go anywhere else to do magic and I have to be discreet, my parents are hardcore Christians. I don't want to stop doing witchcraft tho, I really enjoy it even if it doesn't work, it kinda helps me feel better.

It can if you think it will. I assume that’s already a worry in your mind, since you’re asking this question. It’s like how we say doubting your spells can actually help them fail - this is sort of in that vein of thought. If you think it matters, that it will have an impact on your impact, then it can.

A lot of people talk about not needing to be in a calm / positive state when it comes to your spellwork - it really comes down to your frame of mind. Some spells require those emotions to fuel them - mostly curses, but certain spells call for you bring up those things to bind or banish them as well.

So, at that point it’s a matter of letting yourself believe and know that it will not affect your magic, and trying to keep the doubt from your mind. And I know it’s easier said than done, but as long as you keep trying, keep pushing those thoughts, eventually one day it will just be that way (the whole “fake it ‘till you make it” mantra, right?). 

You can still research magic and call yourself a witch, even if you’re taking a break between castings. I mean, it’s been, like, months since I did a “proper” spell, with candles and crystals and herbs and stuff like that. But here I am, still a witch, just focusing on expanding my knowledge at this time. That can be an option if you are willing to wait until you leave the house to do magic, so the negativity won’t impact it. And it makes me feel better too, I feel you.

Otherwise, you have a couple of other options as well.

You can [cast a ward] (tw: gif) around your bedroom - think of it like a layer of thick and potent energy coating your walls, as close to them as possible - so as not to allow any other negativity from the rest of your house in. Here are some more options for warding techniques:

Alternatively, here is this post: [Transmuting Energy: An Alternative to Shielding] (tw: gif as blog header).

From there, [cleanse often] to keep any negativity out of your space, and from you. A discreet cleansing is open up a window and direct the airflow to come in, sweep up any negativity, and bring it back out again. The “light visualization” is also a wonderful way to cleanse a space with no tools. You can also [decontaminate people before they enter your space], an amazing idea brought forward by @stsathyre​.

Self cleansing is also great to help with any negativity you may have picked up in the meantime - you still have to interact with the rest of the house right? Shampoos and body washes can be enchanted simply to help you cleanse as well as clean in your shower. My favorite method of self cleansing is standing out in the rain as it falls - and it’s getting to be better weather (at least where I am), the ideal time for this! 

Discreet practicing comes down to a lot of [energy work], in my opinion - you don’t need any tools, really, just your own body and an understanding of working with energy. I do spells with my intent and tapping debit machines to make them load faster. I also draw down rain by willing it, and some subtle hand gestures. 

Here are some more resources on discreet magic:

* not my choice of title

So. That was a bit of stuff, lol. I hope it can help you or give you some more ideas. Best of luck, anon! :D

7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 10.1

Well, this was meant to be a mini part but it turned out longer than all of the other main parts… The first mini part to the date mini series (can I even call it that?) Hope this lived up to your expectations guys because it killed me to write this without it becoming too predictable.

Leave me your thoughts on how you felt about this, okay?

Thanks for reading, I love you guys so much!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1 - Here  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

It was a random Wednesday morning in school when Jungkook approached you, his cheeks tinted a light pink. He had called you into school early, obviously wanting to speak with you before the rest of your classmates arrived. He was currently sitting in his usual position in front of your desk and instead of getting straight to the point, he stared at you in contemplation.

“Jungkook, the end of the day is going to come if you don’t stop stalling.” His eyebrows furrowed and he let his eyes drift to the side, avoiding looking directly at you.

“I… do you want to… you know, go out?” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped you. His shy side was reemerging.

“Are you attempting to ask me out on a date?” Embarrassment was evident on his face and he switched his attention back to you.

“Attempting? That was harsh. If you think it’s so easy, you try asking me out on a date.”

Smirking at him, you held his gaze with confidence.

“Do you want to go on a date?” Jungkook’s eyes widened at that, and his mouth fell open the tiniest bit, displaying to you how shocked he really was. The faint pink that was spread on his cheeks grew to a darker shade and you couldn’t help but pinch them.

“Awww, Kookie'e shy side is still there. How I missed this.” He slapped your hand away and scratched his cheek.

“Stop that bullshit otherwise I’m not going out with you.”

It was your turn to widen your eyes in shock. You grabbed his large hand in your smaller ones and pouted at him.

“I’m sorry! You know I’m just teasing you.” He shot you a crooked grin and affectionately patted your cheek, mumbling under his breath.


“What was that?” Tilting your head to the side, you stared at him with questioning eyes. He merely stood from his seat, getting ready to return to his desk.

“Nothing important.” Nodding your head slowly, you watched as he shuffled to the other side of the class room. Students began to file into the classroom and you prepared yourself for the day ahead, checking over your homework.

Your phone buzzed, alerting you that you had received a new message.

‘I’ll tell you the details on our way home today.’

Snapping your head in Jungkook’s direction, he gave you a quick nod to which you replied with a thumbs up, anticipation building up inside if you.


When you and Jungkook had parted ways with Areum, he began to vaguely explain what he had in mind for you first date.

“I kind of want to keep it simple. I know you like that kind of stuff too. So how about this Saturday we go to that bowling alley place? You know, the one with the arcade too.”

Mulling it over, you soon nodded your approval.

“Okay, sounds fun. Oh, but don’t try and do the whole 'winning a bear for me’ thing.”

Jungkook simply chuckled, amused at your dislike for cliche couple dates.


Arriving in front of your house, Jungkook offered you a peck on the cheek and bid you a good night. Instead of doing the same, you opted to placing a kiss on his lips. He didn’t seem all to surprised as he smirked in satisfaction before ushering you inside. Waving to him, you entered your house only to be greeted with your mothers delighted grin.

It seemed like your mother would never get over this.


When Saturday arrived, you awoke to a few messages from Jungkook, telling you to be ready for 1pm. It was currently 10am which gave you plenty of time to get ready so you took a long shower to try and tried to calm your nerves. Surprisingly, it worked out better than you expected. Deciding to keep your outfit plain and simple, you pulled on a black denim skirt and tucked in a long sleeved oversized grey T-shirt. After giving your outfit a once over, you headed downstairs. According to your phones time, you had successfully killed an hour and a half. Intent on having breakfast, you grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal whilst greeting your mother.

“Why are you all dressed up? Are you going out?” She observed you for a couple of seconds before returning her attention back to her phone.

“Yep, with Jungkook.” At that, her head snapped back up and her eyes widened, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

“Really? It’s your first date right?” Your mother was expressing more enthusiasm than you were. Watching her with caution, you poured cereal into your bow of milk. At her expectant gaze, you gave a curt nod and she let out a light squeal.

“You really are growing up! My daughter and Jungkook’s first date! Tell him I said hello, will you?” Eating your breakfast in silence, you tuned out your mothers rambling. It was better this way.

When you had finished eating and getting ready, you bid your mother and sister a farewell. You had decided to spend the rest of your time walking to your meeting place, the nearby park. You had arrived early only to find Jungkook already sitting down on a swing, staring at his phone. Taking in his form, you mentally praised his choice of clothing. He was wearing a long plain white t-shirt coupled with an oversized green bomber jacket and black skinny jeans. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his usual Timbaland boots and instead had a pair of black Dr. Martins on.

When he noticed someone approaching him, he glanced up and upon realising said person was you, a smile spread on his lips and he stood. When you reached him, he wrapped his arms around you in a quick embrace and placed a kiss upon your head. Your arms snaked their way around Jungkook as you eagerly returned his embrace. After a couple of seconds, you stepped back from him and his smile broadened.

“Hey, you’re here early.” You let a chuckle escape you and grabbed his hand, walking in the direction of the parks exit.

“I’m early? You looked like you’d been waiting since yesterday night. Didn’t know you were that desperate to see me.”

You felt his fingers flick your forehead and you winced in slight pain before laughing again.

“Me? Desperate? You’re really full of yourself today, flaunting your legs and all.”

Giving his arm a light slap, you glared at him with as much seriousness as you could muster only to have him chuckle at your mock anger.

“You’re really asking to be beaten up right now.”

“I’m kidding, I like it. You look really pretty today. And yes, you do look pretty all the time.”

You could only blink up at him as he had answered your question before it had even left your mouth. Instead of coming up with a smart reply, you stared ahead. You had managed to spend the majority of your walk having pointless banter and soon found yourself standing outside your destination.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you tugged Jungkook inside and looked around the arcade. He let go of your hand to run his own through his hair, deciding on what to do first. Spotting a boxer machine, he tapped your shoulder and motioned in the direction with his head.

“Watch this.” Coming to the conclusion that Jungkook seemed to want to impress you, you followed behind him. He popped a coin into the machine and you watched as the punching bag came down.

“You see that high score? I set that the last time I came here with Yoongi Hyung.” You must have seemed stunned since Jungkook sniggered at your expression.

“Yoongi isn’t as lazy as you think he is, he does leave the house. He’s one of the most hardworking people out of the seven of us. Most of the time he’s composing new music or studying for school.” As if he read your mind, once again he answered your unasked question. The machine let out a sound to alert you that the game had started and you observed how Jungkook prepared himself. He took a few steps back and put both of his hands together. A couple of seconds later, he threw himself forward putting all his power into this hands and you could only gape at the force the bag had been hit with. He stood back, a smirk of satisfaction on his face as he watched his score increase.

“New record!”

He placed both his hands on his hips and whirled his head in your direction, grinning.

“Hyungs call me the golden maknae because I’m good at pretty much everything I do.” Whoever fed his ego really needed to stop. Scoffing, you rolled your sleeves up and inserted another coin into the machine.

“Oh yeah? Let me try.” Once again, the bag was lowered and you mimicked Jungkook’s previous stance. Placing as much power as you could into you arms, you swung down on the bag, shocked at how fast it went back up. You stood in anticipation, watching the glowing numbers grow. When they came to a stop, your jaw dropped and you heard Jungkook let out a strangled noise of surprise.

“New record!”

You didn’t actually expect to surpass his high score. He stepped forward and stood beside you, dumbfounded. Shaking his head, he shoved a hand deep into this jacket pocket, pulling out another coin.

“It must be broken or something.”

“What? You think just because I’m your girlfriend, I can’t have a higher score than you?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, gazing at you with serious eyes.

“That’s exactly it.”

He readied himself and swung once again, setting a new high score. He turned to you, a pleased smile on his face and brushed off his clothes.

“Now we can go to another game.” However, your competitive side emerged and you put another coin in, readying yourself for the next round.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows were furrowed in mild confusion and you proceeded to clench your hands together.

“What does it look like? Passing your high score.”

When your hand came into contact with the bag, it flew straight up and you eyed the score being displayed.

“New record!”

You let a sweet smile spread over your face and patted Jungkook’s head.

“Let’s go now.”

Walking away from the machine, you glanced around the arcade.

“Where should we go next? The dance machine?”

“New record!”

Whipping back around, you watched Jungkook approach you with a smug smile.

“Heck no.”

You struck the bag.

“New record!”

Jungkook slammed his hands into it.

“New record!”

You pummelled with a newfound strength.

“New record!”

He right hooked it.

“New record!”

“Here I go!”

With your last bit of strength, you pounded the bag. You watched with longing eyes, as your score rose until it suddenly stopped.

“Is that all you got? Try again!” Slumping down, you massaged your hands in hopes of soothing the raw skin of your knuckles.

“No… it can’t end like this!” You felt Jungkook lift you up by your arms.

“Come on princess, let’s play something else. You’re dating the golden maknae so you shouldn’t have expected anything less.” Allowing him to drag you away, you glared at the boxer machine.

Soon you found yourself standing in front of a dance machine.  Hopefully you would do better than Jungkook on this. You had to.

You both put a coin in each and stood on your respective sides.

“You can pick the song, Y/N.”

Yes! You would have an advantage over him. You quickly selected 'I Got A Boy’ by SNSD and placed your hands on the bar behind you.

“Ready?” Giving him a quick glance, you immediately snapped your head back when you had realised he had smirked at you.

“What’s with the sm- shit!” You hadn’t realised the song had started and you made a quick recovery. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jungkook’s feet were moving as smoothly as yours were.

He ended up doing better than you had expected. In all six songs you had chosen.

This resulted in him beating you once again.

“You threw me off!” You pointed at him in accusation to which he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“You just couldn’t stop staring at me. Not my fault.”

You sulked as you moved onto the next game. A multiplayer shooter.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook arose as the victor. Again. You lightly smacked him on his shoulder and he chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek.

Sitting down to play a racing game, you had already accepted your fate. You couldn’t deny that you were enjoying yourself albeit you were frustrated too. You just couldn’t seem to beat him. At anything.

As you had predicted, you lost to Jungkook for what seemed like the hundredth time this afternoon.

“Let’s go bowling!”

Following close behind, you fixed your outfit.

“Sure, whatever.”

Paying for your bowling game, you slipped on the shoes they had provided you with and typed your name into the system, Jungkook doing the same. Grabbing a white and black marble ball, you positioned yourself and aimed for the pins. Pulling your arm back and swinging forward you released the ball, hope building up in the pit of your stomach. When the ball connected with the middle pin, you gaped as it then took down the surrounding pins landing you with a strike.

“A strike! I got a strike!” You threw your arms up and hopped up and down, cheering. Jungkook just shook his head in amusement.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, I’m still the golden maknae.”

“I’m going to make you eat your words, Jungkook!” The pure determination made him raise an eyebrow before he grabbed his own ball and rolled it onto the lane. He too made a clean strike.

You ignored the smug grin on his face and made your move. Another strike.

The game continued with a couple of strikes and spares which resulted in Jungkook taking the lead. You could still win this. He had already played his last move and stood behind you, arms crossed, a complacent look on his face. He seemed absolutely sure you would mess this last move up.

Rolling the ball with as much precision as you could, you watched in horror as it took a sudden detour and landed right in the gutters of the alley. That’s it. You had fucked up.
Spinning on your heel, you scowled at Jungkook and walked in his direction, picking up your bag.

“Where are you going? You still have one more move.” Snapping your head back to the lane, you realised that you did in fact have one more chance. Dropping your bag, you trudged to the bowling balls and picked up the same one you had been using all night. Throwing the ball forward, you could only observe how it knocked all the pins down, earning you a spare. Eyes widening drastically, you studied the score board only to find you had beaten Jungkook by a couple of points.

“I won! I won!” Sprinting to Jungkook, you threw your arms around his neck and connected your lips with his in an overjoyed kiss which he eagerly returned with just as much emotion. Releasing him moments later, you grinned up at him in pride.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t enjoying yourself. Clearly I was wrong.” Your smile grew and you shook your head.

“I was never not having fun. It’s just my competitive side.” He seemed relieved to hear that and you found yourself feeling guilty for ever making him believe you were not having fun.

“Well, you may have won this time but I’m still the golden maknae.”

“For now.”

“Yeah, for n- wait! What do you mean for now?”

Your answer was a light peck on his cheek which effectively stopped his questions.

“I’m glad we went out, Jungkook.”

He ruffled your hair in response and smiled down at you.

“Don’t worry we’ll have another date soon enough but right now I’m hungry. You’re going to cook for me, right?”

“Am I your slave?”

“No, but you do have to prepare yourself for your future as my wife.”

A crimson blush is what he was rewarded with.

“Shut up.”

The Grumpy Side of Happy

A/N: Drabble request with Happy for anonymous. 1. The skirt is supposed to be this short. 10. If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!! 14. Take. It. Off.  Hope you enjoy it, anony!

You had come out of the change room to find a very bored Happy leaning against the wall. He looked you up and down, sighing deeply.
“Get back in there and take that off.”
Happy’s face went from bored to annoyed.
“Take. It. Off.” His voice was a low growl. 
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to say later tonight at the clubhouse?”
You had dragged Happy to the mall to pick out something for the party at the Sons clubhouse that night. Generally he didn’t give a damn what you wore, but in this case, the skirt you had tried on - you’d admit, resembled more of a belt - had not passed the the Happy clothing approval rating.
‘The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You rolled your eyes at his expression.
“You’re my Old Lady, not a croweater.”
It was your turn to be annoyed.
“Hap, I wasn’t actually going to get this. I know you’re not exactly the comedic type, but I was kidding.”
In actual fact, you were kind of hoping he would have a positive reaction to it, and you could use it at a later time when you were alone with him.
Sometimes Happy was soft, a quiet doter on you, but he had been a straight up pain in the ass since he’d woken up and you were done with it. You knew this wasn’t his ideal way to spend his time, but you liked having his opinion on what you wore, and it was nice to be out with him rather than at the clubhouse or your home for once.
You went back in to the change room, got back in to your clothes and grabbed the bundle you had brought in to try on. Handing the bulk of the clothes to an attendant, you went to make the purchase of the red dress you had tried on and Hap had nodded at.
Happy walked up behind you as the cashier scanned the dress through, spying the skirt on the counter. He made to grab it, but you were quicker.
“You’re not buying that.”
As you turned to Happy, the cashier watched, mid-scan, waiting to see what was about to go down.
“I think I might be.”
“Don’t scan that.” Happy said, talking to the cashier but not moving his gaze from yours.
You puffed yourself up, Happy towering over you, but you wouldn’t cower. You never did.
“I dunno how you think you’re gonna win this one. I’m paying, therefore I’m the customer, and the customer is always right. So, go right ahead and scan that skirt, sweetheart.” You turned your words to the cashier, blindly handing the garment to her. 
The cashier shrugged, scanning the skirt and ringing up the total.
Happy made for your card this time, but you jumped back, moving the card closer and closer to the machine, tapping it and putting it away, enjoying the agitated look on his face.
Whenever Happy got too caveman for you, you liked to push his buttons. You weren’t scared of Happy, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, especially over something so trivial. But you weren’t about to let him walk all over you. For things about the club, you knew your place. But in your relationship, outside of the club, you weren’t just Hap’s Old Lady. You were his to love, not to be a possession.
As you took your bag, Happy stormed passed you, leaving the store. You smirked at the cashier and followed him, only to see him riding out of the parking space as you approached.
It was so ridiculous, you laughed. Not much phased you. You got a taxi and headed for home. Maybe you would wear the skirt instead of the dress to the party, just for kicks.

Arriving home, you saw no evidence of Happy being there. You assumed he had gone to the clubhouse to cool off and you could meet him there.
You lay out your dress and the accessories you’d be wearing and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. You had a while to get ready, so you took your time.
As you were eating, the familiar rumble of Happy’s bike came down the road, and he parked in the driveway. He called out to you when he walked in to the house, finding you at the dining table.
“How did you get home?”
“I flew on my broomstick.” You replied, chewing on your sandwich. Looking up to him, you saw the look of worry on his face.
“I got a cab.”
Happy sat down at the table.
“I got halfway home before I turned around to come get you, but you weren’t there. I freaked out.”
You felt a bit bad. He rode off on you, and it was a dick move, but you could tell he knew that he was in the wrong, and he was sorry, even without having said it.
“It’s alright, I’m not mad. I figured that whatever mood you were in, you needed to go and sort it out without me taunting you. Sorry I provoked you.”
Putting your plate in the sink, you walked over and moved your hand over his shaved head, down the back of his neck and under his shirt, running this tips of your nails over the top of his back. You felt him shiver at your touch, and he closed his eyes, groaning.
“I’m sorry too. Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“We’re good. Now, I’m going to take a long hot shower, then while you take yours, I’ll get ready and we’ll go have fun at the party.” You took your hand away and walked towards the bedroom, stopping at the kitchen door.
“And if you’re a happy camper tonight, we’ll have some fun with that skirt when we’re back home.”
Happy huffed a laugh out, shaking his head at you.
“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!” He jokingly warned you.
Your smug smirk made it’s way across your face.
“Sure, Killer.” You winked and disappeared down the hall.

I am getting better at my “poke / snap magic.”

I tap the debit machine when it’s taking forever and it approves.

I snap my fingers at pictures / gifs that take too long to load, and they appear. 

All I do is channel my intent and desired energies into my dominant hand, and touch something or snap to release it, and it’s proved mostly effective for a lot of different things. It’s not guaranteed every time, but it works the majority of the time. Which is how magic works anyway.

So, overall, I’m pretty happy with that. :)

I’ve seen pretty often on this blog those ‘i would never believe it unless i worked cs’ posts and while i’ve never doubted them i’ve never really had my own REAL wtf moment until this week (and the longer i wait to submit it here the most poed i get… grr…)

so i mainly work cash at my store, and usually cashing a long line alone. the way the dumb schedule is, is that there’s 1 cash, 1 floor person, 1 manager. around 6-7p the floor person goes home and the closing manager takes over on the floor. this happened around that time since that day we had 2 managers on and me on cash, and one was being walked out to go home. we’re a relatively small store but most customers do need help picking out their products.

there’s an okay line (maybe 3-4 people) and finally this older guy makes his way to the front. he makes stupid little comments about there only being 1 cash open but that’s not the problem. as cashiers we’ve got to hit the type of payment button before a customer can pay. i see he’s holding a card so i okay the card payment option and the machine starts flashing blue he can swipe. he swipes his card and he doesn’t look new to earth so i figure he can follow the prompts on the machine like everyone else. WRONG. 

he gets taken to the pin imput screen and puts in his pin and then stands there just flat out staring at me. he doesn’t say anything so i assume he’s waiting for it to process or whatever as my side just says “customer processing”. after about 10 seconds I sort of peer over at the device screen and he entered the pin but didn’t do anything after so i’m just like 'press green to enter the pin’. that’s when the world ended. seriously.

our machine has a little sign taped to it saying press green for credit, BUT, if you’re going through with your pin the screen itself says enter pin and press green to enter. in retrospect i get that it’s sort of confusing, but i’ve never had any sort of customer mix up problem about it before ever.

him: 'i don’t want credit, i want debit’

me: you’ve entered your debit pin, you just need to submit it by hitting the green enter button

him: your sign says if i touch the green it will run as credit

me: if you don’t enter a pin and press green it will run as credit, but you’ve entered your pin and it won’t go through without you submitting it with the green button as it says on the screen.

him: then why would you have a sign saying that green is for credit only (and getting very condescending, huffing and puffing) where is your debit machine?? i don’t have time for this i gotta yadda yadda…

note now that we have multiple registers all in a row therefore there are card machines placed periodically along the line CORRESPONDING WITH EACH COMPUTER. he turns the other way and moves over to the card machine like 5 feet away from him and goes “is this the debit card machine?” and inserts his card into that one (also note THAT machine is totally blank, no one is at that register, and it says swipe/insert as it’s homepage where it also has the pictures of the apple pay for whatever) and then proceeds to stand there TAPPING THAT MACHINE like it’s going to do something!!

I try coaxing him back to my register telling him that register isn’t for him?? his items are on mine?? my machine will run his card as debit if he presses the green ?? to no avail

by some magic my store manager (ie. a scary looking older woman who takes NO SHIT) happens to walk up to the registers to bring me some stuff to price and i call her over and literally ask her how we can run this guy’s card as debit without him pressing green to enter his pin. she goes, and i quote, “sir, you’re going to have to press the green to enter your pin. unfortunately our machines can’t gather your pin through osmosis they’re not that advanced yet” and laughs a little at the end making it a joke and the guy BLOWS UP AT HER demanding to talk to a manager (lol jokes on him).

at THIS point our asm comes up (a guy, tbh a pretty intimidating bear-ish looking guy at that) with his coat on and his keys in his hand and comes up to the side of the register/a little behind to get checked out to leave. the customer goes 'FINALLY someone who can help me, these women are running your store into the damn ground!!!“ and my asm just kind of looks at him and goes "this woman is the head manager and what she says goes’ and literally just leaves. the customer yells after him, ” AT LEAST GET YOUR DEBIT MACHINE OUT SINCE THEY CAN’T FOR ME" at his back except our asm never turned back.

in the end he left without buying anything because our store didn’t have a debit machine. he’ll be leaving a very negative review on all the websites he can find about how behind on the times we are that we can’t run a simple debit transaction.


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Could I please request prompt #27 with Tony Stark with reader as his younger sister? Thanks! Also congrats on 6k!!!! That’s amazing!  + prompt list
thank you! i still can’t believe it…also, i agree with your username


You didn’t have the best childhood. Naturally, Tony didn’t either, and you blame no one but bad coincidences and harsh circumstances. Tony wasn’t the best big brother. He was away a lot, threw more parties than you had workdays and forgot your birthday on numerous occasions. It hurt, especially when you were little and had him as the parent figure. He had tried to buy your affection with toys and candy. It worked for a while, until you actually started craving normal human interaction rather than the newest Barbie house.

He values moments like this. Moments where the two of you just sit and talk in the lab – was it about stupid things like college and part-time work, or one of his new inventions, even the Avengers and the not so subtle crush Steve has on you. Tony probably enjoys them more than you, seeing as you lazily reply without even glancing away from your textbook. He had said something, threw some remark at you and you started laughing so hard he couldn’t help but follow in your example. The lab sung with unheard sounds – genuine laughter – and it was more surreal than anything he had felt before.

The lab falls silent again. He works on his device whilst you continue reading. Tony is distracted, though. He pulls his chair away from the machine, taps his fingers on the side of the table and hums, “You know…” His words are quiet, strangely soft and you look up, “If every word I said made you laugh like that I’d talk forever.

You smile, a spark of happiness dotting the (color) of your iris before you return to your book again, “Then don’t stop.” Is all you say. He rolls his eyes.

“Is that a challenge? Because if it is you have no idea what you got yourself into.”

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Fireworks Have Been Claimed By The Gays

Anon asked: PICTURE THIS! (trumpet sound!) Michael Mell and the gang go to a firework show nearby. The fireworks weren’t the only thing Michael was gazing at though. *An AU where Michael and Jeremy meet at a fireworks show* I just got back from a firework show and this idea popped up in my mind. Your stories give me LIFE! Keep it up!

1) no YOU give me life, random citizen
2) this is really fucking cute whhhhat the hell i…fuuuK
3) I know I have other stuff to write I’m sorry if yours has been sitting but I’m writing this because the 4th was recent and *sets off popper* America

Michael nodded proudly to himself as he stared at his very expert packing. Inside the cooler in front of him were cans of Mountain Dew, Dr Pepper, Coke, and various fruit juices. Right on top of the cooler was a beach bag, it’s handle looped with the coolers long one. Inside were ghost pepper balls, swedish fish, oreo dippers, and Cheetos Puffcorn. He could not wait to get this party started, he had been invited by a group of really cool kids to go to the boardwalk and watch the fireworks. He brought a towel and bathing suit with him, but in all honesty he probably would just sit on the sand and watch everyone fuck around.

As he shoved his towel into the snack nag he realized that he had no idea how he got invited to this. For a bit he had been kinda friends with Rich after the shorter of the two randomly apologized to him for being a huge dick the past few years. Then from there Rich forced him to be friends with Jake and he kept getting swallowed up into forced friendships. He didn’t mind though, just a year ago he had no friends and now six? Shit he was living on air.

He got a message from Rich, he swiveled around on his heels and danced to the beat of music playing loudly in his room, picking up the phone in the middle of the dance.

‘u still pickin me up?’

'Yah dude I’ll be there soon ❤!’


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anonymous asked:

Every time I see people send in stories about the chip card change over I cringe with the memories of when we got chip here a few years ago (Canada). Now we have tap here but my store doesn't have tap. The machine says insert/swipe on the screen. If I had a nickel for every time someone kept hitting the machine with their card wondering why it isn't working I would be rich. Just stick your card in the slot 😂😂

Tbh even if you had tap I’d be laughing at someone that was tapping their card. Maybe it’s my backwards far behind the times American ways, but I think it’s funny regardless. *TAP* *PAID* Oh you liked that, you saucy little machine. I’ll go through another small transaction just to do it all over again. -Abby

*I’m drunk, please don’t hold my idiotic drunk humor against me. I have a day off tomorrow so I’m getting plastered because I can and the process has side effects. -Abby

Prompt: “Scotty needs some more love. How about our favourite scotsman has trouble expressing his feelings so he keeps coming by the reader’s quarters to ‘fix’ and upgrade their stuff. Bonus points for a jealous!Jim (because he sooo wanted that shower air dry function, but Bones just tells him to suck it up because he’s enjoying this carwreck that is Scotty’s flirt attempts)” - @noctiscorvus

Word Count: 1,788

Author’s Note: I’ve never written Scotty or a Scottish accent before, but I think it turned out alright? Enjoy my dears <3

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OKAY SO @oodmoodfood and an anon asked for more Chirrut POV from A Single Monk in Good Standing Must be in Want of a Bro, so I wrote this little bit.

It’s actually from an early scene I dropped from the original fic, set between Chirrut’s visit to the atelier and the later Foss Day assignment – folded into the bit where in Baze’s POV: “[he] is more than happy to be a decent [friend]. This means offering a kind word whenever they cross paths, or a helping hand whenever it’s needed. So this is while they’re still getting to know each other and not yet fully committed to the mutual pining.

Chirrut is meditating when the door chimes. The disturbance is unexpected, but not as unexpected as the person on the other side of the door when Chirrut opens it.

“Master Chirrut,” says Baze Malbus.

“Master Baze,” Chirrut replies.

There’s a shift of air and cloth – Baze is bowing, though there’s no one to see it and no protocol to be followed. “Your recycler isn’t working? Master Laa told me of it.”

Chirrut grins. “You can fix that, too?”

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14 with tododeku ❤

14. 'All this stress isn’t good for you.’

Midoriya is staring into space again, his hands still moving robotically as he folded his clothes. Except he’s been folding the same shirt for the last half an hour or so, and Shouto is a bit concerned.

“Hey,” he says, tapping the washing machine so as not to startle the other boy. “Midoriya?”

“Huh?” Midoriya drops the shirt, blinking up at Shouto. “Oh, Todoroki-kun! What’s up? Did you need to use the machine? Sorry, I was just thinking about… something, um. I’m almost done! Let me just move—”

“It’s fine,” Shouto says. He studies the other boy as Midoriya struggles to heft his clean laundry into his basket. “You know. All this stress isn’t good for you.”

Midoriya pauses. He doesn’t look up. “What do you mean, Todoroki-kun?”

“You’re thinking about All Might again, right?” Midoriya keeps his gaze on his clothes, but his hands are clenched over a pair of jeans, too tightly. Shouto lowers his voice. “You know there’s nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault.”

“I know that.”

“No, you don’t.” Shouto steps forwards, until his shadow falls over Midoriya and the other boy glances up. “Midoriya. You’re not weak. You’re a hero, and you do make a difference. You matter.”

The jeans in Midoriya’s hands suffer until Shouto is worried he’ll rip it apart. Then Midoriya’s grip loosens, and he bows his head. His expression is obscured by his hair, but the tension in his shoulders have deflated. “I know that,” Midoriya says, softer this time.

“Good,” says Shouto. He hesitates for a second, and then reaches out to rest a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder. “I—and the rest of us—will be here to remind you if you forget.”

“Okay,” Midoriya says, and when he looks back up, there’s a smile on his face. Not quite his usual bright grin, but at least it’s not the fake one he uses when he’s thinking too hard on his own. 

Shouto squeezes Midoriya’s shoulder, and watches when Midoriya’s smile grows. He smiles back.

concern meme here