the moment that we are today


They take care of the members like no other 

Originally posted by charrytommoto

And laugh together like no other

Originally posted by minhasgifskpop

To tears sometimes 

Originally posted by de-drums

Namjoon used to pull Jin just to make a heart

Originally posted by mochixhamster

Or concentrate so hard (to make one)

Originally posted by jimins-bootae

Today they make them with the eyes closed

Originally posted by flyingpandasrule

They crush while dancing while we pray no one will break a bone

Originally posted by kc-junghsk

They have these weird moments we can’t get but still love

Originally posted by yovibeispretty

Just keep in mind  they are the eldest and the leader 

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Namjoon thinks Jin is so cute

Originally posted by byeoltan

He watches Jin acting cute like he is witnessing the next big thing since pizza

Originally posted by slut4bangtan

He also tries to make Jin cuter (GOALS)

Originally posted by boys-love-hell-yes

Or, remember when  they were  alone in the studio

Originally posted by lacuna-matata

And namjoon wasn’t able to take his eyes off Jin

Originally posted by yoongi-path

But again … he isn’t the only one

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

Mr third guy from the left is worldwide handsome and VERY caring:

Originally posted by iwaslookingforhope

Speaking of Namjoon’s obsession he usually holds Jin the same way

Originally posted by cryseok

by putting his hand around Jin’s wide shoulders

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Namjoon is way too smooth

Originally posted by siomaichi

And it works because Jin shares his food with him and yall know how much Jin loves his food (MAAANHI MANHI if you had no clue)

Originally posted by blessedbyjarry

THE aura. THE charisma. THE air around them changes when they stand together. Their presence together is THAT powerful.

Originally posted by namjinkiss

SO powerful. Even their cute selfies revived the dead ARMYs killed by the previous events

Originally posted by minyoongi-sempi

They are soooo~oooo cute and precious and must protect material when they play with filters, you forget that one of them is called rap “MONSTER”. 

Originally posted by mafiakpopper

“Jin put his hand on Rapmon’s thigh as he laughed. Namjoon ignored all the cameras and he held it thightly while smiling” It sounds unreal but …No. This is not a fanfiction. This is reality:

Originally posted by badgizibe888

The way Rapmon hugs him and how Jin just puts his head on his shoulder is like a scene from a movie too

Originally posted by namjoon-be-my-friend

I mean, look at this, you can’t feel nothing even if dead

Originally posted by namjinlove

And space is not part of their dictionary: look at all the empty seats but they slept next to one another

Originally posted by boys-love-hell-yes

It was never a coincidence (Did you just “Awwww” now? don’t worry 99% do)

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

And we can’t let out a post about these two without the GIFT SENT BY THE HEAVENS this year: THE kiss!

Originally posted by jeonsshi

It’s the ship that the WHOLE fandom approves no matter what. Why you say? I mean look at them. How can you not?

Originally posted by bwibelle

So with flying kisses from both our lovely Jin and beloved Rapmon,  I finish this post wishing it has made you smile a bit <3

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

I love these two so so so so much so I hope you liked it too^^ 
If you want to see more Try: 


By @mimibtsghost

I’m Sick || Jack

Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 771

Summary - The one where you’re the nurse and the patient.

Jack had been sick for a few days now, but you couldn’t stay away from him. After all, you lived in the same apartment, shared the same bed, and, well, he was just so damn cute when he was sick. You couldn’t say no to the boy when he asked for a cuddle.

Unsurprisingly, you woke up one morning with a horribly sore throat and an immediate need for an entire box of tissues. “No,” you groaned, shoving your face into your pillow. Jack woke up with a grumble.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice scratchy due to having just woken up and his still ever present cold.

“I’m sick,” you mumbled, your face still pressed into the pillow. “I can’t be sick. I have work. And I’m supposed to take care of you. I can’t do that when I’m-”

You cut yourself off with a coughing attack. Jack pushed himself out of bed and came back only a few seconds later with a glass of water. You took it with an inaudible thank you. “Call in sick,” Jack said. “It’s Friday. Give yourself a three day weekend and see if you can kick this in the ass.”

“But I need to take care of you,” you pouted.

“We can take care of each other, how about that?” Jack said, giving you a smile. “I think I can make a cup of tea and a bowl of soup.”

“Are you sure?” you sniffled. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.


You pushed yourself out of bed and went to run you and Jack a bath. You dropped in an Intergalactic bath bomb from Lush and smiled as the water changed colors and the bathroom began to smell of mint. Jack came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed your cheek and you both undressed to get in the tub.

You felt like you had laid in the tub for hours, but once the water started to turn cool, you got out and each wrapped a towel around your bodies. You went to change, putting on a pair of sweat pants and your Sugg Life hoodie and Jack put on some joggers and the first black hoodie he saw in his closet.

You then migrated to the kitchen, Jack following you. “What’re you doing?” he asked as you got out a pot.

“Making us some soup,” you said casually.

“No,” Jack whined. “Let me make yours. I want to help.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I can-”

“Nope, I’m making your soup and that’s the end of the discussion.”

You grinned and rolled your eyes, handing Jack a pot and a can of soup so that he could make you some lunch while you did the same for him. Every once in a while Jack would place a kiss to your cheek or simply state that he loved you. That was another thing: when Jack was sick he seemed to be a bit more affectionate than normal.

Once both of you finished making the soup, you went into the living room and sat on the couch. You both ate your soup in silence, too busy sniffing and eating to talk much at all. But as soon as you were done eating, you cuddled up against each other and Jack grabbed the remote. “What film today?” he asked, opening up Netflix.

“Can we watch Arthur Christmas?”

“It’s May.”

“I know but Arthur Christmas always makes me feel better,” you pouted. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

Jack sighed, a teasing smile on his face, “You are lucky you’re so adorable.”

So, Jack obliged and you spent that nice May day cuddled on the couch watching a film about Christmas. Throughout the whole film and for the rest of the day, there wasn’t a single moment where Jack’s body wasn’t touching yours. Whether he was holding your hand, wrapping his arm around you, or laying his head on your lap, you were always close to him. You played with his hair, earning soft hums of contentment as you did so. Jack was needy when he was sick, but he acknowledged that you needed to be cared for too.

When the film was done, Jack turned to you immediately. “What do you need?” he asked. “Are you good with tissues, water? Are you hungry?”

“I’m fine,” you said honestly, putting your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his chest. “I just want you to be close to me.” Jack smiled and pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“I can do that.”

| Intrigue | Park Jimin

Prompt: “Excuse me, I think this is your coffee.”

[permanent + fluff tag]: @mrs-myself

The place was packed.

Not to get you wrong, this place was always packed, but more than normal today.

You stood by the door, the bell still ringing in your ears as you exhaled, eyes widened by the hustle and bustle. A waitress ran up to you, jotting something down on her notepad before sticking the pencil in her hair.

“Hello,” She smiled prettily, but there was a panicked air around her, voice a bit strained. You were out of breath yourself, just from looking at her energy. “I am so sorry, but it seems we have a problem with seating at the moment.”

Well no crap, you thought, your eyes flicking around. The sea of people had you a bit sick actually, chatter flooding the air along with the aroma of different pastries and a potent aroma of hot chocolate. 

“U-Uh,” You spoke when you saw that the waitress was waiting for your answer, still polite but obviously impatient. “It’s alright, I can just come back another time.”

The waitress - Lin, you finally glanced at her name tag - bit her lip, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“No, no, please wait for just another second,” She held the notepad tighter to her chest, restlessly shifting her weight from leg to leg as her blue eyes intensely roamed the cafe. 

“I-” you started. Yes you knew it was her job to keep as many customers as possible, but the atmosphere was becoming a little too hectic for you to handle. 

“-Ah!” Lin interrupted, waving for you to follow her, already buzzing away. You followed her, trying to keep up with her long strides. “We have one more table, but I’m afraid you will have to share. All the other tables surprisingly are family oriented. Is that okay?”


You stared as she gestured to the table in the back that you two stood in-front of. There was someone seated there already, head in their menu, and sunglasses covering their eyes so that you could only see the top of their pastel coloured head.

“I um,” You blinked, overwhelmed. 


“Sure,” you defaulted to giving in, cursing at yourself for your lack of back bone. 

“Great!” Lin clapped her hands together. “I will be back to get your orders in a minute.”

And with that she swiftly departed with a swish of her skirt, leaving you alone with the stranger.

You sat cautiously. Your table mate glanced up - well you could only guess, because of the shades - before looking back down. You caught a glimpse of a firm jawline, confirming that it was indeed a man you had to now share with.

Well, you’d had weirder days.

You forced yourself to breathe, swallowing on your dry throat as you glanced at the menu. Having been here a thousand times before, you already knew your order. Hence, your eyes shifted from the page, looking for another point of attention.

After fiddling with your phone for a bit, you found yourself sneaking looks at the male across from you. 

He stretched, murmuring a pleased notion. His movements were fluid, hypnotizing almost, with sharpened and practiced ties. A dancer? His hands were absentmindedly drawing circles on the table’s surface, and he was humming underneath his breath, still perusing the menu. His hands looked soft, softer than yours could ever attempt to be, and his slender fingers captivated you as they moved. 

Were you seriously drooling over this guy’s hands?

Yes, yes you were, you thought. He could be a hand model. In fact, another look had you thinking that he could be a model, period. The shades did surprisingly hide a good portion of his looks, but not much. You could tell just by his facial features, the curve of his jaw, rose petal lips that looked too velvet to be real, full cheeks but a sleek accentuate, and the tips of his eyebrows that peeked over the glasses and disappeared into the fluff of his hair.

Seeming to feel your gaze burning into his skin, he slowly raised his head. By this time you had already looked away, a flush creeping up your neck from being caught, pointedly focusing somewhere else, anywhere else. 

“Excuse me? Are you ready to order?”

Thank you Lin, you gasped dramatically in your mind, wanting to glomp the waitress from saving you from that embarrassing moment.

“Yes,” Your voice broke but you cleared your throat, telling her your order. She nodded, scribbling some shorthand onto the page in no less than five seconds.

The man merely pointed quietly to something in the menu, offering a close lipped, courteous smile. Lin gave her own grin back, dismissing herself as she rushed to some other customers.

You let yourself drift off into a tangent of thoughts, so deeply in your own mind you almost jolted when she came back. That was quick.

“Here you go,” She placed your drink down before doing the same for the guy, along with his drink a plate of cream puffs. 

She was gone before you could utter a single word of gratitude, and you just shook your head, slightly amused. You looked back at your drink, opening the cover to add a creamer, and a frown graced your face. It looked…lighter than usual? Also, come to think of it, it was slightly bigger as well.


Ah. She must have…

The man was already bringing the drink to his lips and you tensed.

“Wait!” You did the first thing that came to mind, grabbing his arm to physically stop him in case your warning was too late. 

There was a moment of awkward.

He watched your hand for a second before bringing his head up, and even though you couldn’t see his eyes you knew he was looking at you.

You flushed again.

“Ex-” You flushed brighter. “Excuse me, I think this is your coffee.”

He only stared, tilting his head ever so slightly. You frowned. Were you not specific enough?

You let go of his arm, pushing his coffee to him. He glanced down at it, then to the one in his own hand, and clarity seemed to wash onto his face.

He put yours down and you took it just as he got his own. He dipped his head towards you.

“Thank you.” 

You licked your lips. His accent was strong, really strong, and though the words sounded practiced, they were off. There was just something about how he put emphasis into the wrong syllables, how it trailed off at the end, that made you know English was definitely not his first language.

“Oh,” You whispered. You got it now.

It only made things more interesting.

“You’re welcome,” You gave him a tentative smile, lifting your hand in a show of confidence. He stared at it, in confusion almost, before he made his own sound of understanding.

His hand grasped yours firmly, and you almost shivered at the sensation of his fingers brushing your own. 


You blanked. What?

He observed you and you finally got a dusty light-bulb flickering in your mind.

“Oh!” You blushed for the one hundredth time it seemed, and you saw his lip twitch up. “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” He tried the sound on his lips, and you felt your stomach flutter at hearing your name in that accent on his tongue.

You decided you liked it way too much.

You let go of his hand and took a sip from your coffee to hide your face. This was not okay. Very not okay.

After another moment you peeked up from your coffee again through your hair to spy another look. Jimin was biting into a cream puff, the cloud-like substance disappearing into his mouth, leaving a stickiness to his lips that you were compelled to stare at. You felt like a creep but couldn’t help it. Everything about him was an enigma, and you were utterly intrigued. 

His sunglasses shifted lower, and you briefly sighted warm brown eyes. Those eyes slid to his phone before returning up to coincide with yours.

 You had eye contact for a split second before you broke it abruptly.

How many times was he going to catch you staring? you thought, pinching the bridge of your nose. He was going to think you were a weirdo at this point. 

After taking long sips from your coffee you decided on taking a chance to get one more look at this man before you would never see him again. You steeled yourself and glanced up.

Only to see him looking right back.

He held your gaze like he had known you would look, and you couldn’t break it if you wanted to. His lip twitched again, a purposeful glint in those eyes you could just barely see. Jimin watched you as his tongue slithered out of his mouth to remove a stray piece of the pastry on the side of his lip, licking his lips in a slow move.

You went into a seizure.

“U-Um,” You spoke, sure your face was ready to combust. “I-I u-um.”

Jimin lost it.

He began laughing, a quiet noise at first at your expression, then a full out chuckle with gasps of air in the middle of pauses, a pink spread taking to the bridge of his nose and along his cheeks. 

He muttered something in an unfamiliar language, shaking his head before he got to his feet. You felt compelled to rise as well but he fixed you with a steady look that left your legs as jelly, his hand disappearing into his pocket. A card slid across the table to land next to your coffee.

He removed his shades, placing them on-top his head and smiled at you. Your lungs lost air. This smile was different than the practiced one he had given Lin earlier. This one brought wrinkles to the corners of those kind eyes, and small dimples formed beside his mouth, a gentle look to his face that suited his friendly aura. It was shy, almost.

“See you later, Y/N.”

With that he slid his glasses back on and took his leave, taking the coffee to go with him. The jingling of the bell alerted you to the fact that he had really gone. 

Silence reigned in your mind, despite the hectic air in the room.

You blinked, before looking down at his card. It was official enough to raise your interest, and you found yourself googling his name.

You blinked again. A laugh left you, exasperated. Of course. Of course you had met an actual star. 

One with a concert in your town that next day. A concert that still had seats open, if only barely.

See you later, he had said. 

You sat back, smiling as you took another sip from your coffee, blaming the tingles in your stomach on the caffeine. 

Yes. You would certainly be meeting him again.


Today I was finally able to give him a bath, we were still getting used to each other and I thought it would be better to wait, for my surprise, Slash really enjoyed the bath, I was expecting a very dramatic moment, I was really surprised. 

i actually didn’t mind today’s episodes too much?? they were paced weird and it felt inconsistent, but that’s nothing really new for Emmerdale lately. i just wish we had gotten some of the conversation between the end of Friday’s episode and the scenes we got today because it was such a big jump from R telling Aaron he needs to save himself to Aaron supporting Robert being a dad.. i think that’s the only thing i’m really bothered by. i just… need the conversations between the two moments.

[TRANS] 170529 SuA Fancafe Update -  Knock knock knock, Mai Suas 

Hello~! It’s SuA! Hehe
A letter I’m writing in Japan!! I also have emotion of our last day!! You guys~ When it’s tomorrow, we’re going to Korea~ Our promotion in Japan ended today, but it was a very, very happy moment! My belly is reassured, my heart is reassured, and because of shopping, my carrier bag is reassured, hehe. Ah!! As soon as we go to Korea tomorrow we will get to see you! Honestly we’re catching a schedule~ As much as we miss you, you come to support us!!😉 Because I miss you, I’m uploading a photo, and if you feel we’re uploading a storm, you’re someone who knows my heart🤗 Everyone worked hard today~ While hoping you dream a dream of SuA, SuA will go to bed first!! I’m waiting for you in our dreams. Hurry up and sleep!! Sleeping late is a no no no
Baby goodnight~!!! Goodnight!
(The photo is a photo I’ve really really really wanted to go to on my bucket list, take a picture at the Guriko signㅜㅜ Follow me here~ I like you a lot♡♡)

Trans.: 7-dreamers
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anonymous asked:

Dean? I... know that I shouldn't come to you with this but it's my first year of college. Where I live we have some kind of a filter to get in our careers. I passed that filter in a year, I did great. But now... now I'm failing two subjects, and I can't save them. I'm so fluffing mad and sad at me. I've cried a lot between yesterday night and today. Would you give me an advice? Please? I kinda need help.

Coming to me is perfectly fine - sorry it took so long to get back to you, I was offline for a moment. I don’t know how good my advice will be - but I can try. 

I don’t know where you are - but college is college. Sometimes we do really excellent at courses, sometimes we fail at them - miserably. I know from experience - I have failed so many classes in my x number of years in college. And I went from being an almost straight A student in high school. Going from the top to what feels like the bottom can be hard - hell it can be downright terrible. But it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. 

Classes can always be retaken. Yes, it means more money and time spent, but you’ll have a better grasp of the coursework retaking it. It’s okay, it really is. We’re raised in a world that makes us believe that everyone has to be perfect all the time, and that’s just not true in the slightest. 

People fail. All the time. Politicians, celebrities, good samaritans, authors, teachers, parents, homeless folks - we’re a failing species. It just means we have to try again. The only real failure in one’s life is giving up completely.  

It sucks that you’re failing the classes - I’m sorry it’s not coming easily for you. Crying over it is okay, you should feel alright grieving over the loss of a perfect grade or the let down of knowing you didn’t succeed. It may not be a death grief, but it’s still a form of grieving that we experience at the loss of anything like this. Never be afraid of grief in any form. 

But also don’t let it consume you. Let yourself feel it, and then move past it. Use the way it made you feel to better yourself. The other classes you’re taking - work harder at them. The classes you’re failing, try to learn what you can with the time that’s left. Save the textbooks and notes if you can and study over the summer. Find someone that understands the material - even an online friend - and see if they can explain it in an easier manner, so you can be prepared to take the classes again next semester.

The most important thing is to not beat yourself up. Getting mad and sad over it is fine, but don’t let yourself say you are bad or stupid or anything. Because it happens. I’ve failed classes in subjects I know like the back of my hand. It was just a situation that didn’t work out. 

Work to do what you can this summer, and then go into the class retake with your head held high. Believe you can do it. You’d be surprised at what you can accomplish with just a little confidence and work. Don’t be ashamed of yourself, your mistakes, or the way you feel about them - use the feelings to do what you know deep down you can do.

Originally posted by disneymoviesanywhere

adacanary  asked:

Captain Canary + Prompt 50

50. Things you said when we were 70

(Well, this is just an excuse to get sappy)

If you had told Leonard Snart that this would be his life before he woke up on a rooftop, he would have shot back a snarky comment and denied it. But then he had time traveled, died, and was brought back to life. He had fallen in love with Sara Lance before and after the Oculus. Together, they had built a life that he never thought was possible for him. It had its ups and downs, but he wouldn’t trade a moment of it for anything.

Today was one moment that he had been scared about for years though.

“Do you remember when it was us getting married?” he asked Sara as they walked past the set-up for today’s grand event.

Sara smiled from next to him. “Of course I do. That was one hell of a day.”

When they had gotten married, it was on the same rooftop where they had met. That building had now been torn down and reconstructed, but the memories were still there. Their wedding, the night they met, the times they took their daughter up there to see all of Central City. However, Monica was having an outdoor wedding and Leonard was thankful that the weather was cooperating with them for it.

“And now our baby’s getting married,” Leonard sighed, shaking his head. “My little girl is getting married.”

“I know,” Sara chuckled. “Barry and Iris are going to be in-laws with us.”

The reminder made the old man groan. He knew Don did love Monica, and his daughter loved Don. They were a good couple that had come a long way from the boy and girl who used to be at odds. Leonard still remembered Monica proclaiming at the age of six that she would never ever like Don Allen. Now, he was going to be father-in-law to the son of his former opponent.

“Remember when she was little and all the kids in her grade were holding ‘weddings’ during recess?” Sara said suddenly.

Leonard shuddered. “She scared the hell out of me when she came home from school and told us she was engaged.”

“That was practice,” his wife sighed. “This is the real deal.”

“It is,” Leonard felt his eyes start to get moist. “All day I’ve been thinking about her life. The day she was born, the day she started walking, her first days of school. This is the day I’m most afraid of now.”

“She’ll still be in our lives,” Sara told him. “But I’ve been scared too. Just wait until she and Don have kids.”

“Oh god.”

They were quiet for a while after that. 

“We did good with her,” Leonard said finally. “Didn’t we?”

“Yeah,” Sara nodded. “Yeah, we did. For a former assassin and crook, we did really good.”


Quiet~ Baekhyun (requested)

Anonymous said:Could you pls do a Baekhyun where you end up fighting because of his loudness and talkative personality ( like he was non stop that day?)? I loveeeeeeeeeee your blog!!!!!!

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Jagi look at this

Oooh what are you watching?

This seems like a good movie.

Can we go get coffee later?

“Jagi look  at this!” Baekhyun yelled once again while you were trying to peacefully watch your movie. 

Today hadn’t held one moment of peace and quiet for you. Baekhyun continued to ramble and you sucked in a hard breath, pausing the movie. You couldn’t handle any more of Baekhyun’s loudness today.

“Baek!” You exclaimed. “Can you be quiet for a little while?”

His expression quickly turned from vibrant to hurt. Without a word, he stood up from his seat on the couch next to you, and walked to the bedroom. Your stomach sank at his silence and you stood up to go check on him. You opened the bedroom door and found him stuffing a few clothes in his backpack before grabbing his keys. 

“Baek, what are you doing?”

“You told me to be quiet, so I’m going to give you time alone.” He stated coldly. 

“That’s not what I meant.” You said quickly.

“Then what did you mean then?” He asked. “Hmm, (Y/N)?” 

“I just needed a little peace and quiet, Baek.” You said. “I don’t want you to go.”

He looked down at you silently, tears forming in your eyes. He sighed as he sat his backpack down, then pulling you into a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry I made you upset.” You said. 

“And I’m sorry for being so loud.” Baekhyun said before pulling away. “Now let’s go finish that movie. I promise I’ll be quiet.”


Sorry for being boring this week and loading you up with Fan Bingbing and Jessica Chastain but here we go one more time.  I can’t help it, they’re the ones who keep looking great.  Besides, if this bothers you Cannes is over, they probably will take a break for a bit.  Anyway, Jessica Chastain continued to look good at the closing ceremony and I adore her.  So she’s here.  I don’t have anything deeper to say about it in the moment.  Today I want to fuck Jessica Chastain.

Happy Monday y'all!
Since it’s Memorial Day here in the US, I’m not gonna post any quotes today. I know I probably have to tell you, but please think of Easy Company and all the men and women like them who were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for freedoms we enjoy today. Take a moment to remember the heroes among heroes, the ones who did make the sacrifice. Wishing you all a safe and happy day ❤

Hey guys

Sorry I haven’t been posting things today, I just feel kinda “ugh” at the moment. Plus, I’ve going through some thoughts, rethinking some things, you know?

Anyways, the day is not over yet, so we’ll see if I answer any questions today. Again, sorry guys.

We went to a food festival today, Dax was surprisingly well behaved but aroo’d a lot.

Some of it was because a few of the vendors saw him and started arooing at him first so Dax obviously had to aroo back.

Dax did not get any food, but we did buy a special doggy beer for him which he’ll enjoy tonight.

I like to think this photo is the moment when I told him he wasn’t getting any sausages from the festival.

CS Storybook--5x29 Update

Originally posted by captainswansource

Three weeks ago we announced plans for an upcoming second edition of the Captain Swan Storybook.  (If you missed the initial post, you can find it here.)  Several of you have already signed up for episodes in which to set your story, but there are still plenty of really good CS moments left!

Under the cut is a list of episodes with some of the best Captain Swan moments.  Those that are already taken have been crossed off, but everything else is fair game.  If you haven’t signed up for a story yet (or if you’re an artist/edit maker who is interested in helping to “illustrate” the book) send an ask to @csstorybook or an ask or message to @whimsicallyenchantedrose.  The more people who sign up, the better our storybook, our tribute to our favorite Pirate and Savior, will be!

The deadline for signing up for a story is June 4—that’s NEXT SUNDAY, but don’t wait too long!  We are looking for only one story per episode, so if you wait, someone else may take your favorite!

After June 4, current participants may check out the list of still-available episodes and sign up for a second if they choose.

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Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

  • Lance: Keith, there's something I have to tell you
  • Keith: Me too
  • Lance: So I was thinking about what Shiro said in training today
  • Keith: About how there should be no secrets between us
  • Lance: And that we're a strong enough team that we can work through these things together
  • Keith: Okay here goes…
  • Lance: So the thing is…
  • Lance: I remember the bonding moment
  • Keith, at the same time: I remember you from the Garrison
  • Lance:
  • Keith:
  • (Synchronised screeching)

“I just don’t think too much that’s it’s tiring.
Since it’s what I dreamt of ever since I was young,
I always think it’s fun even though it’s tiring"