this is terrible and i should feel bad

anonymous asked:

I've been seeing this really amazing guy for about a month now and we wanted it to be exclusive but we arent bf and gf yet but i went out and screwed it all up because i totally went out with a friend and we ended up fooling around. Idk why i did it and i regret it so much. I feel like a terrible, discusting person and i feel so so bad. Every time something good happens in my life, i go and mess it up. Idk if i should tell him that i kind of screwed him over and lied to him... (pt 1)

I dont know whether to tell him and risk him not trusting me ever again, him hating me or him just totally ignoring me or if i should just ignore it completely. I know 100% that i will never do it again because it made me realize how much i truly like him. I just feel so guilty and so damn stupid and i dont know what to do (pt2) pls help

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Yikes. I mean you basically have two options here -

Option 1: Easiest now, harder later. The first would be not to tell him. This doesn’t set up a great standard of communication in the relationship, and even though you guys aren’t committed so imo you didn’t technically do anything wrong, the fact that you’re stressing out enough to send this tells me that it could still be a problem later down the line, especially if he finds out. 

Option 2: Best in the long run. You could also just come clean. Tell him that you were scared to tell him because you didn’t want to lose him and that you made a mistake (even though you guys aren’t technically dating). This risks the possibility of losing him, but sets up a good standard of honesty and trust in the relationship if it continues. I honestly would prefer my partner to choose this if I were in his situation. Even though he could leave you, I don’t think there’s much good in setting up a relationship based on lies. You made the choice, and I think this is your best option if you want things to work out long-term w this guy.

Good luck!

xx

To the high school graduates ...

Here is something I wrote a few years ago that is still quite applicable, especially re:Hot Pocket™ safety.

Hello, high school graduates! All of you are likely close to collapsing under the weight of well meaning old-people’s advice, which for the past few months has piled up like so much smug, well-meaning snow. Allow me to add my own dusting.

1. Leave high school behind you, now. Whether you were the most devastatingly cool guy in all of McNary High School or the most excruciatingly awkward girl at Sprague, once you leave high school, no one will know. Or, more importantly, care. Most really cool people who do interesting, creative things with their lives didn’t have super happy high school careers. Many really cool people had great high school experiences. But any reasonably cool person over the age of 19 knows that what you earned, or endured, in high school has zero bearing on who you are the day you graduate. I know. It seems SO IMPORTANT now. But … it’s not. Not even a little.

2. Manners count, and they’re free. You can get away with murder if you do it politely, because whoever expects a polite murderer? Manners make other people feel comfortable and happy and respected, and when people feel comfortable, happy and respected they are 8,000 percent more likely to let you get your way.

Say please, thank you, excuse me, it was so nice to meet you, hope I see you again soon. Whatever you do, send thank-you notes so people are inclined to keep doing nice things for you.

3. Chew with your mouth closed. In fact, sometime when you’re alone, go sit in front of a mirror and watch yourself eat, then make any necessary adjustments now before it becomes a permanent habit.

4. If people expect you to go to college, but you’re not super-excited about it, skip a year and work before you head off. It’s not the end of the world, and it doesn’t make you a failure. That time is too expensive and too precious to use on something you’re half-assed about. Also, I speak from experience — folding jeans at a store in the mall for minimum wage for a few months made me feel very differently about how tedious and mindless sitting through a lecture class feels.

5. Unkindness, from here on out, becomes less and less attractive. Cruelty is one of the four main currencies of high school, along with attractiveness, athletic ability and actual currency provided by your parents (I see you, West Salem kids!). In high school, a profoundly mediocre person can rule — or at least maintain a position at the periphery of the popular kids’ group — through fear.

But once you get into college, you begin to leave that b.s. behind you. You don’t have to be mean to be funny. You don’t have to be mean to disagree with someone. You don’t have to be mean to someone powerless to prove your power. All meanness showcases is that you have ugly internal architecture. And as the facades that were so important in high school fade, that is what others will see when they look at you.

6. Know which classes you have to go to, and which ones can be skipped in lieu of more important things. Yes, if you want to go to Harvard Law or John Hopkins Med, you need to ace all your impossibly difficult classes. But if you want to do something post-college that doesn’t involve grad school — if you want to work in non-profits, if you want to write for a paper, if you want to do public relations, if you want to run a business — then instead, look for ways that you can get those experiences in college.

Join extracurriculars that mimic the experiences you someday want to get paid for. If you hate doing it for free, then chances are you’ll resent it even when you get paid for it. Also, this way, when you graduate college, you can prove to employers that you did something, not just wrote compelling papers on the metaphysical nature of being.

7. If you’re a person for whom the hooking up thing doesn’t work, then don’t do it. College is a time of lots and lots of casual sex. This, I think, plays pretty well into what many — not all, but many — 18-year-old guys want, and terribly into what most — not all, but most — 18-year-old girls want. Know what you want, and don’t feel bad if that’s not in line with what someone else wants. Also, know that after freshman year, people begin to date again rather than just drunkenly coupling and uncoupling.

8. Freshman year, you can and should be friends with everyone. Sophomore year will tell who is actually worth keeping.

9. After you microwave a Hot Pocket, be sure to gently tug open the end and let the steam out, and wait a couple minutes, because there is nothing more painful than a Hot Pocket steam-and-molten-cheese burn to the top of the mouth.

10. Don’t tell the internet too much about your love life, or deep innermost feelings, or secrets. It’s none of the Internet’s business, but the Internet has a big mouth and a long, long memory. Make good friends, and tell them in person when you hang out in each other’s dorm rooms and watch movies and eat Funfetti frosting straight out of the jar. Do this a lot. It doesn’t seem important, but it is.

anonymous asked:

Can I have slow, long and teasing 2009!Phan smut please !!

this is latelatelate

i added daddy kink bc i’m trash

ew this is shit but it’s 2 am shut up

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Dan watched carefully from the doorway as Phil sat down on the edge of his bed, stretching his arms above his head.

He bit at his nails; a bad nervous habit he had developed recently, and gazed at him from under the hair falling in his eyes.

Phil realized after a second that Dan was still just standing there, and raised his eyebrows, sitting up.

“Well c'mon,” he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed; oblivious. “Don’t get shy now, it’s not like you haven’t been in my room before.” He flashed Dan a crooked grin.

Dan let his gaze fall to his feet. Fuck, he was already blushing.

“Hey… what’s up?” Phil asked, finally noticing something may not be right with the younger boy. “Did I say something? I’m really sorry if I did, I-”

“No,” Dan said finally, his voice coming out shakier than he would have liked. “Y-You didn’t say anything. It’s n-not that.”

“So what is it?” Phil shifted on the bed, tilting his head to the side and arching his eyebrows in question. Dan swallowed.

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” Dan blurted, his eyes widening and his face going dark red the second the words were out.

There was incredibly painful awkward silence, as Phil stared at Dan and Dan tried not to cry from the tension.

“What?” Phil finally asked, his voice breaking. Dan avoided his eyes.

“Do you not… want to have… sex with me…?” He repeated, slower. “Do you not, like, see me that way?”

More silence, and Dan felt as if his head would explode.

“Come here.”

He looked up, biting his lip and meeting Phil’s eyes.

“What?”

“C'mere,” Phil repeated, motioning to him.

Dan inched forward, slowly edging towards Phil as if he was scared he would bite him. He moved to sit next to him, but Phil grabbed his wrist.

“Not there. Here,” he mumbled, tugging the boy down and onto his lap, so he was straddling him. Dan let out a soft gasp.

“Phil-”

“Dan.” Phil cupped his face, holding his cheeks in both hands, and searched his eyes. “Of course I want to have sex with you.”

Dan blinked. “Y-You do…?”

“Of course!” Phil smiled. “I just didn’t want to… I didn’t want to push anything.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think you were ready.”

“Are you kidding?” Dan squeaked, placing his hands over Phil’s. “I’ve been ready since I met you. I’ve been really, really ready, and I’m tired of waiting.”

Phil laughed softly, letting one hand fall to Dan’s hip, the other staying on his face. “I just thought-”

“Well don’t think,” Dan breathed, pressing his lips to Phil’s abruptly. Phil froze, before melting into the touch. His hand moved to Dan’s lower back, pulling him closer and licking at his lower lip.

“Dan,” Phil gasped, pulling back and resting their foreheads together. Dan’s mind raced, filled with endless possibilities of what they could do, what he had wanted to do for so long. Maybe he was finally going to get what he wanted. “Dan, you have to be completely positive you want this. I am not stealing your first time, that would make me feel terrible.”

Dan blushed. Phil knew he was a virgin; it had been one of the first things they had talked about.

“I want it,” he whispered, licking his lips, his eyelashes fanning his pink-tinted cheeks. “I swear, I want it so bad. I want you.”

Phil slowly intertwined his fingers with Dan’s, sliding his hand into his. “I think we should go slow.”

Dan nodded, smiling. He wanted this, he really did, but that didn’t keep him from being nervous. Phil seemed so damn experienced, he was so much more mature in Dan’s eyes, he still couldn’t believe he was really in this situation in the first place. In Phil Lester’s bedroom, about to…

Jesus. His heart was just about jumping out of his chest.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

Phil hummed, nodding and mapping out a small area of Dan’s neck with his fingers, tracing the skin. Dan shivered, taking a shaky breath when Phil dipped his head, planting his lips to the spot and sucking.

“Oh…” he breathed, choking on the words. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s waist, holding him closer, and damn, he really seemed to know what he was doing.

Phil really didn’t know what he was doing, not a bit. All he knew was he had dreamed of having Dan in a situation just like this, and now that they were here, he was combining his pure desperate lust with his need to just kiss Dan’s skin as gently as possible, and making it into… whatever he was doing right now.

Phil nipped at Dan’s throat, and Dan tilted his head back, gripping Phil’s shoulders for balance, he whimpered, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of Phil’s mouth and lips and tongue on his skin. He was also focusing on not jizzing his pants.

Phil slid his hands over Dan’s bum, squeezing gently, and a high pitched moan fell from Dan’s lips. He immediately covered his mouth, his eyes widening; embarrassed.

“I-” he started, but Phil just shook his head.

“Do it again.”

“Wh-”

Phil kneaded his ass again, sucking at the same spot on his neck, harder. Dan squeaked, moaning loudly and automatically rutting against Phil’s thigh.

“There we go,” Phil hummed, pinching Dan’s flesh and making him jump. “Good boy.”

Dan whimpered at the praise, moaning again and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, clinging to him.

“You’re shaking.” Phil kissed his nose, and Dan caught his lower lip between his teeth.

“Am I?” He whispered back. Phil nodded.

Phil gently tugged at the hem of Dan’s shirt, and Dan lifted his arms above his head. Phil pulled it off, tossing it aside and ridding himself of his own shirt.

In one movement Phil stood, holding Dan up and turning, pinning him to the bed so that now he was on top of him, hovering over him.

“I think you’re shaking too,” Dan breathed, kissing the side of Phil’s mouth.

“Sorry.” Phil laughed nervously. “I just really don’t want to mess this up.”

“You won’t.”

Phil bit his lip. “I could.”

Dan ran his hands over Phil’s shoulders, trying to calm his nerves. It helped to see that Phil was just as scared by this as he was, for whatever reason.

“But you won’t.” Dan pressed kiss after kiss on Phil’s cheeks. “Tell me something.”

“Hm?” Phil mumbled, his fingers gliding over Dan’s stomach.

“Tell me something. Like, something I don’t know.”

Phil chuckled breathily, running his fingertips over Dan’s button and tugging. “I’m slightly allergic to cats.”

“Really?” Dan put his hands on Phil’s, helping him unbutton his jeans, trying to ignore the fire in his stomach. He knew that already. He wasn’t sure there was anything about Phil he didn’t know.

“Mhm.” Phil nodded, his eyes brightening. He slowly and carefully pushed Dan’s jeans down his hips. “My middle name is Michael. But you knew that one.” He licked his lips. “I made a game when I was fourteen. I was really into programming I guess. Still kind of am.”

Dan gasped as Phil’s fingers brushed over his bulge, clinging to him. “That’s- so cool,” he breathed, digging his nails into Phil’s shoulders.

“Dan…”

“Don’t back out now.” Dan whined softly. “Please, Phil, need you inside me.”

Phil moaned, nodding slightly and pulling at Dan’s boxers. Dan had no time to even think about being self conscious; Phil had his hand wrapped around Dan’s cock in seconds, his boxers clinging to his hips. Dan whimpered loudly, automatically bucking up into the touch.

Dan desperately tugged at Phil’s zipper, messily pushing his jeans down, and Phil removed them completely.

“How much,” Phil whispered, biting down on Dan’s neck, listening to his soft noises of desperation. “How much do you need me?”

“So much,” Dan gasped, scratching down Phil’s back. “So much, daddy, please-!”

A growl fell from Phil’s lips and he was sucking on his fingers, before pushing Dan’s legs up and circling his hole.

Dan whimpered, whining and squirming as Phil held him still, moaning when Phil pushed a finger in.

“Daddy,” he breathed again, and Phil groaned. He pumped his finger, digging his nails into Dan’s thigh with the other one.

“Dan, Jesus.”

Dan smirked, grinning at him and licking his lips. Phil leaned up to kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth as he carefully added another finger; stretching him.

Phil was not too quick with the stretching; it was Dan’s first time, and it really had to be perfect. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Dan had chosen him for this…

He was always amazed that Dan liked him in the first place.

The next few minutes were filled with soft kisses and moans, clinging to each other like if they let go, it would all be over.

It took Dan a moment but he soon got used to Phil’s fingers, pushing back on them.

“Daddy, please,” he whimpered, meeting Phil’s eyes. “Want your cock, Phil.”

Phil took a shaky breath, and nodded.

“Are you sure you-”

“Yes, damn it!”

Phil laughed. “Alright, fine. Just making sure baby.”

Phil slicked himself up, lining up with Dan so that their hips were aligned, hovering over him. He kissed him softly, slowly pushing in.

Dan gasped, immediately tending up and clinging to Phil’s shoulders like his life support. Phil hummed, kissing his cheeks and all down his jaw.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Focus on me. Focus on the pleasure.” He slowly wrapped his hand around Dan’s dick, rubbing him in time to the thrusts, and soon he was moaning and squirming under his touch.

“Shit,” Dan hissed through his teeth. “Phil…”

“Good boy,” Phil mumbled, slowly thrusting, aiming for the places he knew would make Dan scream. “Doing so well, such a good boy for me, I- fuck…”

Dan moaned loudly, throwing his head back, practically drooling. Okay. Now he got it. It felt really fucking good.

Phil sped up, watching Dan’s face carefully and letting out quiet grunts ever time he moved. Soft noises of pleasure and the creaking of bedsprings filled the room.

“I-I can’t last much longer,” Dan whined, scratching his nails down Phil’s back. “Harder, go harder.”

“Baby I-”

“Please-!”

And then Dan let out a noise that was probably the most angelic thing Phil had ever heard, and he was pounding into him, snapping his hips roughly as he fucked into him. Dan shrieked, a continuous wordless stream of moaning falling from his lips.

“I’m gonna- I love you, I love you so much, Phil, fuck-!”

Dan came over Phil’s hand and his stomach, whining loud and high pitched, and Phil gasped.

“Holy fuck,” he managed to groan, burying his face in Dan’s neck and letting go inside him, his hips twitching.

They stayed like that for a moment, Dan gasping for breath, his noises shaky, soaking in what he had done. Phil slowly pulled out, but they stayed tangled up together, all heat and sweat and pure exhaustion.

“I meant it.”

Phil looked up, brushing hair out of Dan’s eyes. “Hm…?”

“I meant it,” he repeated, grinning. “I really do love you, I don’t care if that’s weird.”

Phil’s entire face lit up.

“I love you too,” he breathed. “And I definitely don’t care if that’s weird either.”

Not Feeling Too Great - AbbyCatsUK

I’m terrible at replying to comments, messages etc at the best of times but I’ve been even worse recently.

I’m dealing with a lot of anxiety, over the last 6-7 months. Since the start of December it’s been the worse I’ve ever know, it’s so bad I feel physically sick a lot of the time.

It’s making communicating difficult, I know I’ve been posting stuff but it helps to distract me. Hopefully it should pass soon. In the meantime hope you enjoy another pic, at least I am smiling in this one 😊 

love/hate sentence starters

feel free to change pronouns as needed.

  • “ I can’t tell if I hate you or if I like you. It’s infuriating. “
  • “ I hate you so much. “
  • “ I don’t know whether to kiss you or slap you. “
  • “ Go to hell. “
  • “ You’re such an adorable jerk! “ 
  • “ Truth is… I never really hated you. “
  • “ Truth is… I never really loved you. “
  • “ Why did I ever love you? “
  • “ Why did I ever hate you? “
  • “ I hate them, I hate their stupid sarcasm, I hate their stupid adorable face, I hate how I mess up my words every time I’m around them- “
  • “ Honestly? You’re not as bad as I thought you were. “
  • “ You make me sick. “
  • “ Do you really hate me that much? “
  • “ Tell anyone and I’ll kill you, but… I sorta really care about them. “ 
  • “ I was such an asshole… You should hate me. “ 
  • “ I know I should, but I really don’t hate you. “
  • “ Did you ever really care about me? “
  • “ Of course I care about you, you asshole! “
  • “ I love you. “
  • “ I hate you. “
  • “ I don’t know how to feel about you anymore. “
  • “ What the hell are you talking about? “
  • “ You’re a terrible person. I don’t know why I still stick around. “
  • “ I’m sorry for all those things I said about you. They weren’t true. “
  • “ I never meant to hurt your feelings. “
  • “ It’s too late for an apology, asshole. “
  • “ It’s okay. I’d hate me, too. “
  • “ You should leave. “
  • “ Please, stay. “
I don't want to reblog that long ass BoL vs Coco post

But the amount of misinformation on it is astounding. When Gutierrez opted his movie at Pixar, he was turned down because Pixar was already optioning Coco, they noted similar themes, and while in the past they’ve completely cancelled movies to allow similar sounding projects from other studios a chance to flourish (the whole Newt/Rio thing), I’m guessing they didn’t cancel Coco here because at this point neither project had been totally green lit. Part of the reason BoL eventually DID get greenlit was because Fox saw the whole trademark debacle go down, prior to Coco being formally announced (remember the first rumblings of the project started spreading when Toy Story 3 hit theaters) and Fox saw it as an opportunity to get a movie made that could beat Coco to the box office and establish mindshare specifically so that when Coco did finally get announced this exact dumb comparison stuff would happen. You guys are doing exactly what Fox hoped would happen. And speaking of the trademark debacle…

Disney/Pixar did not try to trademark Dia De Los Muertos as a way to own the holiday and merchandising and distribution rights etc. It was to register the then working title of Coco, and start the ball rolling on all the work and contracts necessary to get everything from trailers to posters to yes merchandise made. The backlash to the whole misunderstanding delayed the project and made them have to wait until it’s final title was nailed down to officially announce anything. Keep in mind that other holidays and yes even Dia De Los Muertos have already/since been trademarked for the purposes of film and short projects, just as Disney was attempting to do 5 years ago. It doesn’t mean any of the distributors of those films can sue someone for celebrating or that they can commodify the holiday in any way.

Also, in what way is Coco existing a bad thing? The Book of Life is great, I like it, but it’s not a transcendental film that means there’s no room for similar concepts to be explored ever again. It was forced to include a marketable but relatively inauthentic cast, referenced to contemporary music and humor that could make for a sellable trailer. It’s frame narrative is heavy handed and clunky. Visually it’s absolutely ace though, and frankly, I think Coco looks beautiful too from what little we’ve been given. The casting for Coco is promising, the crew is promising, the intent and the amount of research has been promising. Disney/Pixar also has the capital and the reach to make this a film that will be seen by a far wider audience than The Book of Life was able to, and that’s important! We should be encouraging this! Assuming the movie doesn’t turn out to be a terrible and offensive garbage heap, which even given Pixar’s worst output, seems highly unlikely, how is it a bad thing for this movie to be made? Oh, I guess because in 120 seconds of broad strokes the teaser seemed too similar to The Book of Life? Why not give this movie a chance to come out, see it, and THEN make your comparisons? I know a lot of people feel that whatever came first cannot be topped and should remain unchallenged, but as a Mexican, I whole heartedly welcome attempts to introduce audiences to stories and themes I grew up with. A movie like this taking off opens the door for more, and more stories about my family’s culture, about different aspects of that culture, beyond DotD. DotD is mainly the go to because the core of the celebration is universal and we encourage EVERYONE to participate. It’s an aspect of our culture that we openly share already, but here’s another chance for it to be presented with a voice that can reach further. I’m stoked, to be completely honest.

Plus, while a lot of people on here are trying to be scorned on behalf of Gutierrez, and pit these two films against each other instead of letting them complement each other, Gutierrez was tweeting how excited he is to see Coco.

Diabolik lovers Lunatic parade Ayato Sakamaki [Care For Vampire] ~translation★traducción~

This translation was made by @vampiretsuki

*Knock Knock*

*Opens the door*

Ayato: Chichinashi, you’re late!

Ayato: The grand Ore-sama is suffering from a stomach-ache, and even so, why did take so long!!?

Ayato: Ha! …So? Did you ask Reiji for the medicine?

Keep reading

it’s weird that 90% of all internet writing advice is about bleeding on the page and misery and how writing sucks and how you have to write terrible, awful crap for years and years and years before you write anything good and you should just keep trying even though you’re a bad writer and you hate writing and if you don’t write every single day with soldier-like discipline no matter how you feel you’re not REALLY A WRITER and maybe someday you’ll write one good sentence when you’re 70 but that’s just HOW IT IS AREN’T YOU SO UNHAPPY!!!!!!

I could not actually start writing seriously again until I decided to ignore that and started trying hard to follow this fake advice I made up:

1. don’t do it if you’re not enjoying it at least a little because life is really short, 2. believe that you are talented and get other people to encourage you if you don’t, 3. if you feel sick or something don’t write that day? whatever. that’s ableist bullshit anyway

REVOLUTIONIZE YOUR LIFE IN THESE THREE EASY STEPS 

The Note

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Fluff


Coffee. I need coffee. Those were the only thoughts running through my mind as I made my way to the local coffee shop near my house. I dragged myself out the car, grabbed my laptop and keys, and shut the door to lock it. I shoved the door to the coffee shop open, a bell ringing to notify the workers. “Morning (Y/N)! You want the usual?” The worker said to me. I was one of their regulars here. “Yes’m…please…” I mumble. The worker laughs to herself, “You got it!” As they start to brew my order, I make my way to my usual spot. The same old table tucked in the very back of the shop, next to the same old window, with the same old and convenient outlet that I plug my laptop into. Same as usu- wait. Something is different. That person, that man. He’s… sitting in my spot? My initial reaction was to get upset. How dare he take my seat? I was about to march over there and give him an earful, but I remembered that it was the morning, and I can’t think straight without my coffee. So, like a toddler, I grumpily stomp my way to the table directly next to it. Wrong table, next to a bland beige wall, without an outlet. Thankfully my laptop is charged. The worker kindly serves me my coffee, “Thank you so much.” I say, smiling sweetly at them. She nods back, returning to the counter. I took a few sips and sighed with relief. Time to start working.

After about an hour or so of doing my work, I started to feel eyes on me. Like someone was watching me. I looked around around to see, but there was no one. Only the man who was sitting in my spot. But, he was fully immersed in his book. It must be nothing. I decided I wanted some water, so I go up to ask for a cup. “Whatcha need, hun?” I walked up to the counter. “Um, a cup of water and… how about a cookie?” She smiles at me. “No problem.” I look around as I waited, until she handed me my order. “There you go!” I smile, “Thank you!” “Uh, (Y/N), I think that man just passed you a note?” The worker said, slightly amused. “Huh, that’s weird. Do you know who he is?” I say, curious. “He took my spot! I mean, I know its not mine but what I mean is nobody really likes to sit there because of where it is.” She nods, “He actually comes here pretty often. He’s really quiet, though.” I bob head as she talks. The worker starts to grin smugly. I raise one of my eyebrows, confused. “What?” She giggles, “Between you and me, He’s been looking at you all day. Nonstop!” I scrunch my eyebrows, “No way!” I say, blushing. “I’m serious! It’s kind of cute.” She leans in and whispers, “I think he has a crush on you.” I roll my eyes, “Yeah, right.” She smirks, “How about you go back to your table and see. I’m sure that note will tell you the same thing I said.” I laugh at how ridiculous she was sounding. “Yeah, yeah.” I smile at her again, “Well, thanks again!” I say, holding my water and cookie up. She nods, smiling. “Go find out what that note says!” I laugh sarcastically and walk away.

I make my way back to my seat. I couldn’t help but stare at the man as I walked back. He was still completely engulfed in his book. There’s no way he would pay any attention to me. I sit back back down. And the worker was right, there was a note. I pick it up and look over to the man again, who hadn’t even moved an inch. Confused, I decide to open the note up. I expected it to be a creepy and stereotypical, “Here’s my number, babe” with an awkward winky face, but I was actually pleasantly surprised.

It was poetry

The note read, “ The world just stops to admire your beauty. Your eyes shine like the moon on cool night…” I smiled to myself, blushing furiously. I look over to my right, and this time I actually caught a glimpse of this face. It seemed as if he was looking over at me, but the second I turned my head he jerked his head back to face his book. I turn back to the note, smiling again. The man then stood up and made his way into the bathroom. I quickly turned the note over to the blank side. Pen. I need a pen, damn it. I scrambled through my bag, thankfully I found one. After scribbling it on my hand to get the pen to work, I wrote back, “ You locked up my heart, Displayed for me to see like art…” I quickly threw the note onto his table, and it landed right on his book. A minute or so after, he return and sits back down. I hear him open the note, and I smile. I didn’t look at him, but I can feel him looking at me. Then, I hear him grabbing another piece of paper and ripping off a piece. He writes something else. This time, he gently put it on my table while I was pretending to do stuff on my laptop. I looked up to meet his eyes, but he was already looking away before I could. I opened the note as my heart was racing, “ Your hair flows like majestic sea.. Smile shines bright like diamonds…” I let out a small giggle. This time I knew he was looking at me, so I looked back at him and smiled. He seemed a little frightened, I guess he didn’t expect me to look at him that time, but he smiled back sheepishly. I tapped my pen on my chin as I looked up, thinking of how I was going to respond. When I finally thought of something, I wrote it down, “Taking your words to heart? Truly…” I folded the paper, and turned to my right. He was looking at his book once again, but I decided to be brave and tap his shoulder. He looked and started to blush. I giggle, and hand him the note. He takes it in his hands and smiles. I look away and pretend to go back to my work.

We continue like this for a while, giggling and smiling at eachother. We haven’t spoken a word to each other, though. “I’m curious. Your name?…” I write to him. He writes back, “Namjoon. Will you allow me the pleasure of knowing yours?…” Smiling to myself once again, although I’ll be honest my smile never left the second we started passing notes, I mustered up all my courage and turned to him, “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N)” He looks up, slightly startled. But his surprised look quickly turns into a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).” He holds his hand out to me and we shake hands. “Do you come by here often?” I ask him. He nods, “Yeah, it’s nice and quiet here. And the coffee isn’t too bad either.” I giggle. I look down at my watch. My heart sank. Oh god, I really need to go, but… “Is everything alright?” Namjoon asks, a little worried. “Yeah, uh… I’m sorry I feel so bad for doing this but I really need to go now. I’m late actually.” I say, sighing. “Oh… I’m sorry, then you should go.” I look up at him sadly. His eyes wander back to his book that was now closed as his face is overcome with disappointment. I feel terrible, I really don’t want to leave… 

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

“Namjoon, you said you come here often right? Do you think you’ll be here tomorrow?” He looks at me, a smile spreading on his face once again. “Yeah, I was planning on coming back here around the same time.” I nod, smiling as I gathered my things. I walked up to him, “You think you can save me a seat tomorrow, then?” I say as I gently place a friendly on his shoulder. He looks up at me, “Y-yeah! Of course!” He laughs awkwardly. I laugh at his awkwardness, “Okay, Namjoon. I’ll see you tomorrow. I promise!” I begin to walk towards the door, “O-okay! See you then!” I look back at him and grin, “See you!” I approach the door. I manage to glance at the worker before I left, and she winked at me. I rolled my eyes and smiled as I walked out the door.

I unlocked my car, and plopped myself behind the wheel. I let out a long sigh followed by a big goofy grin on my face.

Man, I love coffee.


Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! ♡

-Kat ღ

I want to be cliché/ let’s get drunk on cheap beer/ and wine coolers/ stay up all night/sneak into the neighbor’s pool/ and go skinny dipping/ let’s not feel so old/ stop our bodies from aching this way/ this terrible way/ where did the years go?/ the time where these things should have been ours/ I just want to be stupid/ and young/ but mostly/ I want to be stupid and young with you/ only you
—  bad poetry || O.L.
Howl’s Moving Castle Sentence Meme
  • “I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Lets run! Don’t fight them!”
  • “Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away. Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “What a pretty color.”
  • “It’s hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!”
  • “I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”
  • “Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”
  • “Now I’m repulsive.”
  • “I can’t live like this.”
  • “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
  • “You should look at it now, its shade is even better.”
  • “I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • ”I’ve never been beautiful a single day in my life!”
  • “So you are going away.”
  • “Please, I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”
  • “You’re beautiful!”
  • “Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”
  • “Wow,  your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”
  • “All right, let’s get cooking.”
  • “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”
  • “There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”
  • “Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”
  • “To me, it looked like the two of you were just leaving.”
  • “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”
  • “This war is terrible, they bomb from the southern coast to the northern border. It’s all in flames now.”

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Q: Why was it necessary to put the winter soldier back on ice?
A: Well because, I mean for one thing he is, give or take his intellectual capacity, 100% guilty. And to have Steve just running around getting free salads with him on some island, it’s a little too unpunished, in a way. This is not a guy who should be running around happily. He may not be 100% guilty, but he’s damn sure not 100% innocent.
Q: Why does that not apply to Wanda Maximoff?
A: Wanda…
Q: You think she suffered enough?
A: I don’t think she did anything near as bad […] None of those things were terribly interesting to us, the punishing of nice people, who already feel guilt. In the Bucky issue is…it was a bridge too far I think.

The writers of Captain America: Civil War are the original Wanda stans pass it on, people. 

Not even Bucky Barnes is safe from them. All have to go to poor poor innocent Wanda. You have heard, guys, what she did was less then Bucky did. 

Wanda Maximoff send the Hulk to a an innocent city. Mindfucked The Avengers and helped Ultron. She volunteered for Hydra while Bucky was forced for them. They said that “punishing nice people” is not interesting. But they spent an entire movie blaming Tony Stark for Ultron and Sokovia. 

They defend Wanda Maximoff, they infantilize her calling her “kid”. Giving her lines like “You locked me in my room”. Making her look innocent and that the characters that she wronged just focus in her feelings.

Meanwhile I think that the Bucky fans, Tony fans and Bruce fans have to look at the camera as we are in The Office. 

dramaticanexit  asked:

Hi, I'm working on a historical fiction set during WW2, and at one point I'll be reaching an assassination (it's a hypothetical book, though, in real life, he died 8 days later). Do you have any ideas on how to keep people feel tense?

Thanks for your question :)  I love historical fiction, so I’m really excited for you and your story!


Creating and Maintaining Tension

Tension in fiction is a vital part of keeping your page-turner… page-turning.  The only reason your reader still has the book open is in the anticipation of something happening – and when you heighten your level of tension, this anticipation is increased.  It’s like the electricity that keeps a movie projector running.  If it runs out, your story is cut off before the audience even finishes.

While there should always be some level of tension and conflict running in your story, there are instances (e.g. your assassination plot) that require extra intensity.  There are many popular methods of creating tension, some of which you’ll recognize as commonly used in episodic TV to make sure viewers keep up with each episode of a show.  Here are some of my favorites…


1. Foreshadowing

The beauty of tension lies in the moments before the Major Event takes place – so when you’ve got an assassination coming, place your first focus on the chapters leading up to it.  Foreshadowing is a powerful tool as long as it is used sparingly, and gently.  It should not be too obvious – e.g. “I fear something terrible will happen tomorrow,” “It felt as if it were the last time I would ever see him again,” and alike.  This sort of foreshadowing can feel forced; rather than creating tension, it diminishes it.

Originally posted by purple-lightsaber

There is a kind of foreshadowing that I prefer, though.  I think of it as reverse-foreshadowing, because rather than a character/narrator hinting at bad things coming, there is an expectation of good things.  For example:

Imagine a scene between a man and his daughter, who have been estranged for many years.  The man is terminally ill, but he and his daughter have the first happy evening together in a long time.  Unbeknownst to them, the father will die in the next chapter.  You could foreshadow this by eluding to the fact that while they’re both having a good time, they know that this may be their last night together.  OR you could have the father begin to believe that he could fix his relationship with the daughter – to think that he might have enough time to change his ways.  In saying this, you create stakes; you create a reason to hope that the man won’t die, yet also the fear that he won’t have the time he needs.  This can prove more effective than the first idea.


2. Repetition

Another method of increasing tension involves the repetition of key words, mirrored situations, or other motifs related to the Major Event coming.  An example of key-word repetition would be to take a specific term (e.g. “Hail Hydra”) and use it in many instances throughout the story, so that when the reader lays eyes on the word/s, there is a familiar sense of fear.  Mirrored situations could work on your characters’ or reader’s superstitions or fears (e.g. the narrator taking note of a certain look in the eyes of their violent mother, and then, years later, recognizing the look in her boyfriend’s eyes one night).  Using strong imagery in repetition can provide intensity in a powerful way.

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3. Withheld Information

This one is my favorite, because it works in so many different areas of the story.  One surefire way to create tension = reveal as little as possible, as slowly as possible.  Give your characters one strong hook, one reason to hang on, and keep everything else close to your chest.  Specifically:

Don’t reveal your villain’s plans – just reveal that they have plans, and that they may be related to the person you wind up killing off.  As long as they know something is going to happen, they’ll stick it out to see just what it is.

Don’t let the events transpire all at once.  When you know you’ve got readers hooked, switch over to another plot/situation.  Milk it as long as you can; make them wait for the Big Thing while entertaining them with other Little Things.  It’ll frustrate the hell out of them, and they’ll love it anyway.

Don’t end chapters at their natural ending.  Instead, cut things off in the middle!  Tease readers with uncertainty.  In reality, people don’t know what’s going to happen next – that’s why reality can be much more frightening and intense than fiction.  Life isn’t easy to predict because it doesn’t always reach resolution when we want it to.  Channel that into your writing and the idea of an assassination becomes much more effective.

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Those are just to name a few, and I actually have a lot more to say on this topic, so I might make another post later on.  I hope this helped!  If you have any further questions, be sure to hit me up :)  Happy writing!


If you need advice on general writing or NaNoWriMo, you should maybe ask me!

A very merry unbirthday with SuperCorp


Kara
: “Hello!”
Lena: “Why, hello there! I didn’t expect you to come today.”
Kara: “Well, you know… I was just passing by, I thought to pop into your office for a quick hi. So… hi?”
Lena: “Hi, Kara. You sure everything is okay? You look a bit off.”
Kara: “Off? I… N-no, not at all, I just wanted to greet my wonderful friend, that’s it… Hello!”
Lena: “Yes, great, hi, but really, what’s this about?”
Kara: “There’s… nothing more than that.”
Lena: “You sure? Kara, you know you can talk to me.”
Kara: “I…”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Alright. It’s… Today is my birthday, and-”
Lena: “Oh my God, happy birthda-”
Kara: “Well, it’s not an actual birthday, to be honest.”
Lena: “…”
Lena: “Not a birthday?”
Kara: “Uff, it’s… It’s like… Dammit, how can I explain this? It’s… It’s the day that was registered as my birthday since I got adopted by the Danvers. Kinda. Sorta.”
Lena: “Oh…”
Kara: “Yeah, so… No biggie, really.”
Lena: “I must object, I think it’s a great deal indeed. Why aren’t you celebrating?”
Kara: “I had plans! We were supposed to celebrate together, bu-”
Lena: “We?”
Kara: “Yes, we, an-… Oh. Ohh, I meant me and Ale-, agent Danve-, I mean my sister! Alex! Who’s also an agent! Y-you know that, she saved you that one time…”
Lena: “Right.”
Kara: “I’m sorry, I messed up with the phrasing, I-”
Lena: “It’s okay, Kara. It makes more sense now. So, what went wrong?”
Kara: “She… She bailed on me last minute.”
Lena: “Oh, I’m sorry.”
Kara: “Yeah… I mean, no, don’t be sorry! She has all the rights to be happy and go to that concert with her girlfriend, it’s just that-”
Lena: “Wait, her… her girlfriend?”
Kara: “Yeah, her… Maggie. Her girlfriend Maggie. It’s recent, it’s very important for her, and I don’t want her to feel guilty ‘cause she wants to be with Maggie.”
Lena: “I see.”
Kara: “But at the same time… It made me feel bad, you know. That she just canceled like that… And then I felt terrible ‘cause I felt bad, and that’s… bad! It’s sooo bad, I should not react like this! My sister is… happy now, and it’s such a good thing, I… I should be more supportive, I should give her more space to be with Maggie, I shoul-”
Lena: “Woah, hold your horses for a second!”
Kara: “Heh, sorry.”
Lena: “First of all, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. She bailed on you, of course you feel bad, that’s natural.”
Kara: “But-”
Lena: “But what? She knows you love her. And I’m sure she knows that you want only the best for her. This time she screw up, honey. It’s totally fine that she has someone and she spends time with them, but she should also make some time for you.”
Kara: “I know, but she has always put my needs before hers, she sacrificed so much to be sure I had everything, and now she has something that is only hers and… I respect that. I’m happy for her, I just… I’m not used to be without her, you know… I got this feeling, I felt…”
Lena: “Abandoned?”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Yes.”
Lena: “It’s understandable.”
Kara: “It’s… It’s childish.”
Lena: “It isn’t.”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “And everyone seemed to have plans and someone to spend the day with, I was just… Uff… I don’t know! I’m probably being a drama queen, haha!”
Lena: “You’re not a drama queen, Kara.”
Kara: “Yeah… I don’t know about that.”
Lena: “Look, what if we do this? I make a couple of calls, make some changes in my agenda, then we go buy you a proper cake, we bring that to your place and we celebrate your unbirthday?”
Kara: “That’s… God, that’s really sweet of you, but I don’t want cause you trouble over something like this, Lena.”
Lena: “You’re no trouble, it’s my offer and pleasure.”
Kara: “I…”
Lena: “Plus, I know just the right place to get you that cake, and know this: it has nothing to envy to Willy Wonka and his Chocolate Factory.”
Kara: “Well, if you put it that way! I’m in!”
Lena: “Awesome! I’m making those calls, then.”
Kara: “Okay!”
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Lena?”
Lena: “Yes, hun?”
Kara: “Thank you. Really.”
Lena: “Anytime. And happy unbirthday!”
Kara: “Aaa very merry unbirthday! To me! To who? To me! Oh, you! A very merry unbirthday! To you! Who, me? Yes, you! Oh, me!”
Lena: “Haha! Let’s all congratulate us with another cup of tea… A very merry unbirthday to you! What? No, not you, Jess.”
Kara: “Oh boy.”
Lena: “Yes, I get that it’s also your unbirthday. No, you’re not gonna get a cake too, just move my appointments, please.”
Lena: “…”
Lena: “You get one muffin, Jess!”
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and also, i think this would be a good way for me to compile my thoughts and sort everything out since most of this still feels kind of like it happened in a blur.

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freezing-and-crimson  asked:

This is kinda rude and pathetic to ask. But your writing always cheers me up and I've been so deep in depression that it's not even funny. But could you write a small drabble about Kakashi x Orochimaru taking care of and raising Mitsuki and Log??? If you don't want to then that's fine ^^ don't feel like you have to write something.

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It’s a little startling, just how often Kakashi sees his father’s smile echoed so clearly in Mitsuki’s cheerful grins.

Seeing it always gives the same reaction; his breath catches in his throat, his eyes widen, his heart stutters. It’s not pain, the way it might have been before Pein’s invasion. It’s not the aching, crushing grief he carried for so many years. This is closer to joy, light and effervescent and full, and Kakashi smiles back, even though Mitsuki is thoroughly occupied with Boruto right now.

“You know, one could say that it’s your smile as well,” Orochimaru say, amused, as he comes to lean against the balcony railing. Kakashi almost wants to accuse him of reading his mind, but—well. He mentioned it once, helpless in the face of that small connection that shouldn’t be, and Orochimaru’s memory is hardly lacking.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies, mostly just to be contrary.

Orochimaru’s expression shades towards polite disbelief, but he doesn’t call Kakashi on it. “You have good DNA,” he says instead, gaze flickering back to their son.

Kakashi rolls his eyes, just a little, because coming from the Sannin that’s absolutely a compliment, but it would probably send anyone else screaming for the hills. Sometimes Kakashi wonders why he doesn’t do the same, except for the fact that he’s always been a little light on self-preservation.

Besides, two pieces of his DNA are currently wandering around the Hokage Mansion. Kakashi might not cop to much, but that’s…pretty incredible.

“Rogu?” he asks, because he knows from experience that it’s never a good idea to let his older son stay out of sight too long.

Orochimaru’s amusement says that he sees right through Kakashi’s casual question, and also remembers that time with Gai, the melons, and the exploding tags just as clearly as Kakashi does, if likely for different reasons.

(Kakashi is scarred, all right? There was definite mental trauma happening that day, even if Tsunade laughed him out of her office when he told her that.)

“Occupying himself,” Orochimaru says breezily, as if that’s any sort of comfort at all. He turns precisely, already stepping back towards their bedroom, and adds, “I’m going to R&D if you—”

“I don’t think so.” Maybe Genma is right about mild insanity and suicidal bravery being the prerequisite for becoming a jounin—not that he has any room to talk, the jerk—but Kakashi grabs him around the waist, dodges the knife-hand blow that would have crushed the windpipe of anyone slower, and steers him back towards the freshly-made bed. “You’re not leaving me here alone with four children.”

The amusement on Orochimaru’s face is well-hidden behind a veil of black hair and his half-hearted struggles. “Kakashi, Sarada and Boruto are perfectly polite children—”

“One is Sasuke and Naruto’s child, and the other is Sakura’s,” Kakashi says firmly. “And Mitsuki is terrifying.”

Conspicuously, Orochimaru doesn’t argue this point. “I just made the bed,” he complains instead, and when Kakashi pauses to eye him disbelievingly, there’s a quicksilver flash of a smirk before a foot is sweeping his legs out from under him.

Kakashi is the Hokage and has been a shinobi for over thirty years now; he’s not about to be taken down by a trick like that, so when he falls he grabs Orochimaru and drags him down onto the mattress with him. There’s a brief but fierce struggle to pin each other—Kakashi mostly wins due to extra body mass and feels no shame in admitting it—and when it ends, Orochimaru is watching Kakashi with narrowed eyes and the shadow of a smirk on his lips.

They’re very pretty lips, Kakashi thinks, gaze flickering to them, and can see the exact moment Orochimaru catches it. His eyes darken, features sliding towards smugly amused, and—

Well. Kakashi had never though he’d end up here, that morning when Konoha’s most famous semi-pardoned missing-nin marched into his office with two small children in tow and an aggravated Suigetsu mislabeled my DNA samples so these are yours, Hatake in explanation. Hadn’t even vaguely considered it, but…he’s come to the conclusion that he doesn’t really mind.

Mitsuki’s laugh, loud and bright from outside the window, sounds just like his father’s as well.

Carefully, he tugs his mask off, leaning down to kiss Orochimaru slowly and thoroughly. There’s a satisfied hum as clever fingers curl around the back of his neck, and it’s lazy and languid and full of banked heat.

There’s a sudden groan from the hallway outside their bedroom, followed by an annoyed, “Don’t you know how doors work? I don’t want to see that,” and then hurried steps as Rogu retreats with speed.

Kakashi can’t help but think of that morning, when Sasuke came to drop of Boruto and caught them kissing in the kitchen. Usually Kakashi has to work a lot harder to inflict that level of trauma on his cute former students, so he’s calling this a good day.

Still. Rogu moving with any sort of alacrity outside of an actual fight, even in the face of parental PDA, is usually a bad sign. Kakashi looks down at Orochimaru, who arches a brow right back, and has to sit back with a resigned sigh.

Somewhere in the distance, something explodes. Equal odds as to whether it’s Rogu’s fault or the Terrible Threesome’s.

“I feel like we should ignore that,” Kakashi says lightly.

Orochimaru’s smirk is knowing. “Is the Rokudaime Hokage really afraid of the mischief of children?” he asks, as if that’s a fair question at all.

“My children,” Kakashi reminds him, ducking down for one more quick kiss. “Your children.”

With a hum, Orochimaru concedes the point. “In my defense, I thought I was using the Nidaime’s DNA.”

Like that would have been better. Kakashi lets one raised brow speak for him.

Chuckling, Orochimaru slides out from underneath him, as unexpected but lithe as a snake, and rises to his feet. “I’m required at R&D,” he informs Kakashi, flashing him a sly smile. “Have fun with the children, my dear.”

Kakashi groans and feels entirely justified flopping face-first into the pillows.

Long fingers stroke through his hair, but Orochimaru darts away when Kakashi tries to grab him again. Footsteps—deliberate, Kakashi knows, since the smug bastard can’t be bothered to make noise when walking at any other time—retreat out the door, and Kakashi sighs, smelling smoke.

This is definitely payback for what he inflicted on his father in childhood, he thinks wryly, levering himself up. There’s no doubt at all.

He grabs the spray bottle sitting on the bedside table, straightens his clothes, and heads out to hunt down his children.

It’s You

Summary: AU where Y/N is the speedster and Barry Allen is the first person you save.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 3150

A/N: Hi! So, this is something I wrote for a friend and I liked how it turned out so she let me post it here :) I hope you all like it too! (It’s also the longest thing I’ve ever written lol).

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This is an older story from over a year ago, but to this day it’s the customer interaction that bothers me the most.
I work at a fabric and craft store. (The one with they green logo.) At this point I had worked there for 3 months. It was the saturday after black friday and our sales ran from tuesday thru saturday. I had done the opening shift every day and I was really exhausted with sales and Christmas and everything in general.
Now, we accept competitor coupons. I don’t know exsactly why, since they are almost the exsact same as ours every time. But, when we do our coupon restrictions apply not the competitors. The sale of the day was 50% off all of our children’s craft and toys. They were black friday doorbusters and never ever work with coupons.
When this lady comes up to my register, she has darn near two carts of the kids stuff. It takes forever to scan and bag everything and the whole time she’s talking to her mother complaining about everything under the sun. I finish scanning everything and she hands me a competitor coupon. It’s 25% percent of your total purchase. We were running the exsact same coupon but she thought since it was a competitor coupon she could get around the doorbusters restriction. I explain the policy to her and she argues with me a little but I just keep telling her there is absolutely nothing I can do. Eventually she pulls the “Can I speak to your manager” line and I call her over. Since it is during a black friday sale it takes my MOD a while to get over there and the whole time I’m shuffling my feet and listing to this woman complain to her mother about how rediculous this is.
When my manager gets there she asks me what the problem is. I say it as straight forward as I can, “She has competitor coupon and I explained to her the policy on doorbusters but she would like to speak to you.” My manager then proceeds to tell her the exsact same thing I just told her. But she takes it all civilly and just threatens “Well I can’t get half of these then.” My manager says that’s alright and the lady starts handing stuff to me to void. At the time I didn’t know you could scan things to void them so I was finding each items barcode and removing it. This process takes a long time. My manager leaves and as soon as she is out of earshot the lady says (in the most snarky tone I’ve ever heard), “I want you to know you’re exceedingly rude.” And starts going on and on about how I could have explained things to the MOD better and how rediculous she finds the coupon policy. This how time I’m getting flustered trying to find the void items and stressing about the huge line. I’m trying not to listen to her about how unkind I am but suddenly she starts telling me how I’m ruining her children’s Christmas. And I’m so tired from the rest of the week I start feeling stressed. The customer continues to get angrier until eventually she demands to speak to my manager again.
I call her back over and she tells my manger that she was also rude, even though I watched her be nothing but polite. Afterwords she proceeds to tell my manger that I am a terrible employee. She criticizes everything about me. She talks about how rude I supposibly am and that I’m not qualified to work there and how I should be reprimanded if not fired. Eventually the MOD asks if she would like to speak to the store manager and wanders off to find her. The customer then turns to me and instead of telling me how I’m a bad employee she starts to tell me how I’m a terrible person in general. She says she has no idea how I got the job in the first place and how she is going report everything to corprate, especially me, and get me fired. She tells me how appalled she is that I dare ruin her kids Christmas when she is struggling with money. How I should feel sorry for what I’ve done to her. I’m still trying to void items and I’m so tired and flustered that I start to tear up. I’m trying my best to hide it as this woman basicly yells in my face.
Eventually my store manager makes it over and the customer starts telling her about how terrible I am before she looks over at me trying to hide the fact I’m starting to bawl. She puts her hand on my shoulder and tells I should got sit down in the back. I stumble towards the back of the store. Customers start to approach me to ask me questions but as soon as they see I’m crying they turn around. And I spend a good 10 minutes trying to calm down in the break room. At this point I’m so convinced they are gonna fire me because of what the customer said and how I started crying.
Eventually my store manager comes back and tells me not to take it so personally. But I never would have had I not been so tired from the black friday hours.
That customer still comes in from time to time and I will literally to anything to avoid being her cashier. I just can’t look at her without picturing everything she said about me.