Come in ten minutes before closing and make a mess on my freshly mopped floor? Have fun not getting your drinks refilled.
So I work in fast food, in a place where our lobby closes at nine but
we have to start closing it at 8 because it takes about an hour to do
everything. (Sweep, change trash bags, take out drink nozzles, turn off
Well last night I had to mop and since nobody had come in for 45
minutes I thought I was in the clear, ( I also have to change the mop
water 3 times when I mop the lobby) so since it was 8:45 and nobody had
come in I mopped the very front of the lobby (no doors are on that part
and it took only 5 tables away from customers while still leaving 8 for
them to sit at) then went back to change my mop water. I come back up
with my mop ready to mop some more and what do I see? Three people
ordering food. This happens a lot but normally I’m the one taking the
order, but since I was in the back my manager took the order for me. I
look at the time and it’s 8:50. We have ten minutes before we lock the
doors and they ordered the food to sit and eat it. Again happens every
night wouldn’t bother me. But what did bother me was out of the 17
tables at our establishment (4 outside) they went to the only mopped
part of the lobby. This made me mad as they were THROWING THEIR FOOD AT
EACH OTHER and leaving what fell on the freshly mopped floor. (I only
saw because I went to the back of the store and watched them on the
Now the petty revenge. As stated above one of my lobby duties is to
take the nozzles out of the drink fountain after 9:00 so at 9:01 I went
out into the lobby and turned off all of the TVs, took the trash bags
out of the cans (except one but for some reason nobody ever uses it) and
took all of the nozzles out of the drink fountain, thus forcing them to
bring their trash up to us at 9:30 when they finally left. ( my manager
won’t kick people out so we have to work around them) while they were
on the other side of the counter as me, giving me their trash, they
asked me if they could refill their drinks. (Important to mention, we
have a drivethru but they were in a massive preclose rush) I told them
no since I had already pulled the nozzles out and couldn’t get in the
way of the drivethru crew. They looked so heartbroken and I finally felt
Can you pretty please do some Clizzy brotp headcannons?!?!
sorry, these are probably more otp than brotp but anyway:
- clary and izzy always have sleepovers where they’re both dressed in cute pyjamas that clary bought them watching trash tv and eating take out all night.
- listen…they love going to watch live shows whether it’s a broadway show or watching the ballet. they find it so fun and they like dressing up when they go somewhere fancy like the opera.
- clary paints a sunset onto one of the walls in izzy’s room because she knows how much izzy loves how the soft orange, red and yellow colours look over the new york skyline and izzy always smiles so brightly when she sees a sunset that clary thinks izzy deserves to smile like that everyday. izzy tears up when clary shows her the finished wall.
- izzy knows and loves literally everything about stars and constellations and therefore teaches clary all about them and they always sit outside with a soft blanket wrapped around them and share a giant mug of hot chocolate between them while gazing up at the night sky.
- clary is really good at nail art and always does izzy’s nails for her, incorporating little hearts and roses into the pattern and izzy always softly smiles when she sees it because roses are izzy’s favourite flower.
- izzy knows clary gets cold really easily so she’s always holding clary’s hands together between her hands gently rubbing and blowing on them to warm them up. she also always makes sure clary is wearing a hat and scarf but izzy still finds it adorable when clary’s cheeks and nose go red from the cold.
- they’re always hugging, always. like clary will just walk up to izzy and wrap her arms around her waist and snuggle into her while izzy just continues her conversation with whoever she’s talking to. or izzy will sneak up behind clary and wrapped her arms around her. like they’re so soft, honestly.
-five hour baths when emotionally necessary
-all the food is mine
-everything is clean always
-clothing extremely optional
-I do literally whatever I want whenever I want
-paper towels last forever
-what’s even the point of wearing a onesie
-tv is less fun alone
-I have to take out the trash
-I miss taylor
Whoever said retirement was the best thing to happen obviously lived a boring life. It’s been two years since SHIELD fell. Two years of no missions, and I was losing my mind. The plus side of this situation was that had I saved enough money to live comfortably and the government provided me with a generous salary for doing absolutely nothing. My days have been filled with booze, trash tv, and occasionally going out with former coworkers. I get up off my couch and make my way into the kitchen, figuring I might as well make myself something to eat. I scour through my cabinets to see what there is, only to come up with bananas, a half eaten jar of Nutella, and bread. I really needed to go grocery shopping. Maybe I’ll go later.
I make myself a Nutella banana sandwich and head back to the couch that probably had a permanent butt print to continue watching the season finale of Big Brother. The jury was finally voting on who would win, Nicole or Paul. I’m really rooting for Paul to win, and I think he might have a chance. I lift the sandwich to my mouth to only stop halfway when I heard a knock on my door. Not expecting anyone, I get up hesitantly and take out the combat knife I keep underneath my couch for situations like this. I get to the door and look through the peephole, only to see my good old friend, Clint Barton. I eagerly opened the door and threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around.
“Hey there, buddy. Missed me that much?” he asked.
I let go of him and tell “Boy am I glad to see you, Barton. I’m losing my damn mind,” while making my way back into my apartment, him right befhing me.
He walks into my apartment and notices how everything was in a different spot from when he was last here. When you have two years of no work, redecorating often seems like a great idea. Clint takes a seat on the couch and says “Nice redecorating. What else have you been up to?”
I take the seat next to him and I can tell Clint wasn’t here for just a personal visit just by his poor choice in casual conversation, there was a reason behind this visit. “Nothing at all. So what’s up, Clint? SHIELD falls and it’s radio silence from you and now you’re criticizing my decorations?” I joke.
“Have you seen the news recently?” he asked.
I didn’t have to ask what he was talking about. The news, social media, even the old lady down the hall was talking about it. The Accords meeting with the Avengers that went sour with the bombing of the UN.
“Yeah. I can’t believe someone would do that. Then again, it was the Winter Soldier so I shouldn’t really be surprised, right? Why do I get the feeling that’s why you’re here?” I questioned.
“Well you see, kid, Cap needs your help” Barton started. Just at the mere mention of Captain America, I was in.
“I’m in” I responded immediately.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“If Captain Star Spangled Ass is involved, I’m in.”
Growing up, I always admired the heroism of Steve Rogers and what he gave up for his country, including his best friend who was like a brother to him. When the news broke of his survival, I couldn’t have been more excited. The man who I admired, my role model, was still alive. I was put on assignment to watch over him and monitor any changes in him when he was asleep. The one day I had off was the day Captain Rogers woke up. Since then I have only met a handful of times, the last time being the day SHIELD fell and the Winter Soldier went missing.
“Alright then. Grab any essentials you need and I’ll meet you downstairs in the van. We need to make another stop,” with that he got up and left.
I got up to go get ready only to notice that Nicole won and Clint had swiped my sandwich. “Goddamnit” I muttered in frustration and went to get ready.
okay so i’m in love with every single one of y’all’s blue/ronan friendship hcs, but also, consider this: blue/adam friendship, here we go
basically once the awkwardness of almost-dating-then-sorta-breaking-up passes, they start to remember all the cool stuff they’d seen in each other beyond physical attraction
they like to hang out and sometimes watch trash tv and be super judgmental about everything (bc lbr they’re both super judgmental)
once adam has a better grip on his issues with money and pride, they actually start going shopping for clothes together at thrift stores???
(the whole thing started as a joke because adam, despite being as ~gangsta as a cup of yogurt, has a really good memory for words/lyrics, and blue challenged him to rap the entirety of macklemore’s “thrift shop”, which he successfully did)
SO ANYWAY they go shopping for clothes and blue convinces adam to spice up his clothing style a little, whereas adam convinces blue to actually get stuff because yes, you look good in it, even if blue protests she hates how she looks in everything ew mainstream clothingthis needs more feathers
noah sometimes comes along too even though he’s one of the preppiest preps to ever prep. he just likes sequins a lot okay
speaking of noah: blue, adam and noah sometimes have secret dance parties. like whenever they wanna listen to something that isn’t ronan’s obnoxious electronica or gansey’s playlist of timeless classics
they’re super silly and terrible at dancing but they love to karaoke a lot. LOOK I DON’T KNOW WHAT MY ISSUE IS I JUST LIKE THE IDEA OF THESE KIDS SINGING OKAY. this probably has to do with the fact that:
when they’re alone together without any posh boys around, both adam and blue unwittingly stop trying to control their pronunciation and in fact, in fact, they feed off each other’s henrietta accent in a self-reinforcing loop of southern inflection goodness
did i mention how sassy they are. like. all the goddamn time
blue’s the first person that adam actually comes out as bi to, because she’s noticed his ~thing~ with ronan and is confused about what happened between them?? so she lowkey asks and he lowkey tells her that yeah, he still likes girls, he meant everything he said to her, but he just. is really into guys too. and blue is really cool and accepting about it nice nice
also: adam was the one blue went to when her first scholarship application was rejected, and she was in tears of rage about how she was never gonna leave henrietta, never gonna see the world. adam of course being the practical lil nugget he is, instead of outright comforting her, gives her a pep talk and works with her on her next applications (she eventually gets a rly good scholarship)
remember when blue thought “this was a boy she could have a conversation with”? yep, basically that. they talk. so. much.
also, no matter how many arguments they have between the two of them (and they have plenty, see the point above about conversation) they will inevitably back each other up when they get incensed over gansey or ronan doing sth too aglionby-esque. like that time with the but designer clothes really are better argument. gansey’s kind of scared to ever bring it up again. ronan’s lowkey a little scared too
bike rides together in the summer henrietta sunset with cicadas singing all around them
“have you ever had a crush on gansey” “for the love of– stop that” “but have you though” “why, are you worried about competition?” “oh my gosh adam shut up”
blue and adam being really good friends that is all
I cannot WAIT to find out what Jasper’s favorite television show is.
Is she Camp Pining Hearts trash with Peridot and Lapis? (The shipping wars would be epic.) Do the Quartz Sisters hole up in Amethyst’s room for a Li'l Butler marathon? (They emerge days later quoting one-liners, their fingers coated with that cheesy orange Chaaaps powder.) Maybe she’s the one and only Gem who understands Crying Breakfast Friends. (She learns to communicate her emotions by saying, “Today I’m Apathetic Apricot” or “She made me feel like Despondent Donut.”) Maybe she gets sucked into the torrid affairs of Connie’s primetime medical dramas. (“Can you BELIEVE he confessed his love for Doctor Jones? She was in the middle of SURGERY!”)
Or maybe she introduces us to something completely new, a show we haven’t heard of and couldn’t have imagined, something bizarre and yet so perfectly Jasper. Maybe there will be a day where we all look back and say, “Oh of COURSE Jasper would love gratuitous fighting anime” or “We should have known Jasper would be drawn to the antics of Tiger Tornado.”
Just… Let Jasper chill in front of the television. Please.