work cubicle

Nobody sane loves working in an office, It’s against human nature to be locked up in a cubicle all day long.
Burn Pt.2 (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 1,711

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: YAY! I finally got to writing this! This is mostly fluff, but there is going to be a part 3 because if you think I’m going to end this series without a bit (ALOT) of angst, you don’t know me at all. BE SURE TO GIVE ME FEEDBACK AND REQUESTS FOR PART 3 IF YOURE INTERESTED! LOVE YALL. 

Requested: But I’m too lazy to find the requests… so no.

Part 1


You didn’t have to wait long for a response. You sat in your cubicle at work when your phone started to ring, when you pulled it out to see an unknown number you smirked before you answered it.

“Hello?” You said innocently.

“Hi, um. I didn’t know if you wanted me to call or um- to text you. And is this too soon? I feel like it’s too soon, but I- I uh- I couldn’t wait.” He jumbled out from the other side of the phone.

You let out a soft laugh

“Actually, I’m pleasantly surprised.” You say genuinely.

You could hear him sigh in relief.

You turned up west side story in the background, just enough so he could hear it through the phone. You leaned in to the speakers of your laptop.

“So.. uh, wait is that west side story?” He exclaimed.

Score, you knew read that about him somewhere.

“Yeah! It is.” You respond, scared as to if he would ask you more about the musical. (Hey, you cared about the interview but you didn’t care that much to research a whole musical.)

You smiled just at the thought of him getting excited about it.

“So, Lin, how are you?” You ask pulling out a notepad to write down as much as you could.

“I’ve been good, busy actually. But like that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t make time out for you if you wanted to grab a bite with me.” He chanced.

A one on one interview with Lin? What more could you want?

“Really? You’d do that for me?” You asked, giddy.

“I’d do anything for a chance with you.” He said smoothly.

Damn, he was smooth when he wasn’t flustered.

“Alright, time and place.” You asked as you began to play with the pen in your hand.

“Is tonight ok? I know dinner isn’t ideal, but I know this great restaurant.. and I”

“Dinner sounds great. Pick me up at 6:30. I’ll text you my address.” You said promptly before he embarrassed himself once more.

“Uh ok.” He said hesitantly, unsure what to call this meeting of yours.

“It’s a date.”

“It’s a date?!” He exclaimed questioning if he’d heard you right. The happiness was audible in his voice.

You giggled before you responded.

“Can’t wait to see you babe.” You said into your phone before hanging up.

You rushed home that evening, mostly to brainstorm how you were going to record all the information he was going to give you without looking suspicious. You didn’t want to hurt him. You really didn’t, but your job meant to much to you to risk and you were willing to break a few hearts doing so. You decided on a recording device to put in your purse and a small notebook that you titled ‘Lin’s Interview’ for when you needed to write down key things. You glanced at the clock only to have a heart attack realizing it was 6:15. Scrambling to get ready, you slipped on a black dress and some heels, throwing your hair up and quickly packing your bag before someone knocked at your door.

“Coming!” you yelled. You mentally gave yourself a reminder to start the recording device once in the restaurant before opening the door.

Your breath was knocked out of you.

He stood at your door in a button down and a pair of nice dress pants, his hair pulled back.


He was hot.

“Whoah.” he said looking at you up and down. “You look beautiful.”

He offered you his hand like a gentleman and you took it as he led you out of your apartment. You suddenly wished you would have spent more time on your outfit and makeup tonight. You began to smooth out your hair, why did you even care? It wasn’t like you actually were going on a date. This was strictly for work you reminded yourself.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to look more beautiful from this morning but boy was I wrong.” he complimented you on the elevator.

You hooked your arm around his and leaned up to press a kiss onto his cheek to see a blush spread his face.

“Quite the charmer aren’t you?” you say, “Do you do this with all the girls who run into you?”

“Nope. Only to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, God knows when I’ll ever see you again.”

It was your turn to blush and you buried your head into his side.

“You really do flatter me Lin.”

You arrived at the restaurant to be seated in the back corner booth. Lin’s arm never left your waist as he walked with you behind the server. You slipped into the booth across from him and leaned on the table, before you could start the conversation, Lin beat you to it.

“You seem awfully comfortable going out to dinner with a complete stranger, not that I’m complaining, but do you do this often?”

You pretended to act offended, “Are you calling me easy Lin?”

“I-what! No, of course not. Shit. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and admired your face.” he stuttered.

You laughed, “Truthfully I don’t do this often, but I’m young and life is too short to miss out on a date with an incredibly attractive man who seems to be interested in you.” you said naturally. None of it was forced.

“HA.” he chuckled shaking his head, “I’m sure you’ve been approached by much more attractive men than I.”

“Nope, your the hottest in NYC.”

“I must be dreaming.” he said rubbing his eyes.

“Why Lin? Do you see me in your dreams”

Lin’s eyes went wide and he kept his mouth shut.

“It’s only our first date Y/N, I don’t want to scare you off already.” he said finally with a smirk.
The dinner went too quickly, of course. You weren’t expecting to have such a good time. It had been such a long time when you felt at ease at a first date, he made you feel so special.

The waiter came with the check and before he could pull out his wallet, you pulled out your credit card from your bra (For easy access. Don’t judge me). You saw Lin’s eyes follow your hand to your chest and his eyes went dark and face slightly flushed before he snapped his head back up. You put the credit card on the bill and tried to call over the waiter before he argued.

“NO! What do you think you’re doing?” he said taking your credit card once he processed the situation and shoving his credit card onto the bill.

“Lin I owe you, remember? I’m the one who ran into you today.” you said giddy from the date.

“No, you made up it up to me by deciding to go out with me. I can die a happy man now that I got even 15 minutes with you.” he said holding the bill to his chest so you couldn’t grab it. He called the waiter over and handed him the bill before you could do anything. The waiter took the bill and you looked at Lin with a pout.

“God, how are you just as hot when you’re upset?” he laughed and you couldn’t hold the pout for much longer as it transformed into a smile.

“I owe you now for putting a frown on that pretty little face of yours.” he said getting out of the booth and you followed him out of the restaurant.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you said as you stood at the curb waiting for your uber.

“I’m going to make sure you get home safe.” he said, his arm finding its place around your waist.

“Oh, Lin. You really don’t need to do that for me. You’ve already done so much.” you said turning to him.

“I insist. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt and I wasn’t there.” he said as he opened the car door for you and you felt your heart swell at his kindness. He was a good guy, a great guy actually.

Before you knew it, the car stopped in front of your apartment and you paid the driver as you got out of the car and Lin followed you to the doors.

“I had a really great time tonight.” he said tucking a stray hair of yours behind your ear.

“Me too.” you said your face hot realizing how close he was. You glanced down at his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you.

“I’d better go to bed if I want to get to work tomorrow.” you sighed and turned to the door when Lin pulled you back. He pulled you close so that your face was just millimeters from his. His hands found the small of your back and his lips were on yours. You immediately kissed back with just as much passion as your arms found their way around his neck. Sparks ignited in your gut and your heart fluttered. You pulled away first, out of breath, leaning your forehead against his.

“Lin.” you whispered.


“You owe me a second date.”

“Fuck yes.” he said causing you to giggle. You pulled him into another kiss, quick this time and you turned toward the door.

“Get home safe.” you said before walking into the complex and heading towards the elevator. You blew him a kiss through the glass door of your complex building and he made the motion of catching it and putting it into his back pocket. Your heart was pumping fast as you got into the elevator, and once the doors closed you placed your fingertips on your lips where you swore you still felt sparks. Once on your floor you practically floated into your apartment and landed on your bed feeling like you were on a cloud.

You liked him. You liked him alot. You liked him so much you forgot to turn on the recording device, write anything down, and anything he said during your date. You forgot about the interview. You forgot it was work. The only thing on your mind was the way his lips felt on yours and the way it made your heart skip a beat.

squidbles  asked:

With your trip to Disney TVA, were you able to see anything about the new Ducktales reboot?

A couple things in passing, but nothing I’m going to share, sorry.

Although a cute information bit is they’re working in the same area where Wander Over Yonder used to be! They took down the Lord Hater banners from the last time I was there, but it’s still pretty neat!

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?” Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary

CAN I JUST touch on The Incredibles for a moment. I mean, since when do we ever see and superhero growing old and gaining weight and having to deal with normal shit like taxes just like the rest of us? We don’t see that - it’s just rich af Tony and Batman and freaking Norse Gods. But in The Incredibles you have this like fourty year old guy and his wife and their family and he has to work in a cubicle and gets yelled at by his boss and she has to vacuum and clean up shit and it’s so normal for a bunch of super-powered abnormal people. And that’s so cool!!
Even more than that it shows that even though they have powers they have to work for them. He has to stay in shape to keep up his strength, Violet has to practice in order to get her shields going, it’s not just ZING I broke a plane with my lazer eyes, they have to work for it just like someone in track might have to.

Also, one of the best scenes I think is when Mr. Incredible is telling Elastigirl that he’s not strong enough to lose them again. Because he is literally the definition of ‘strong enough’ - he has super strength! He’s super strong and yet he’s admitting that he’s not strong with them. Super sweet.

In general this movie is just boss.

Please: The Winter Solider imagine

Part 2

The snow seemed to hurdle out of the sky with no sign of stopping. There was no blue, all a blur of gray. The air was snipping like needles with a frozen pain. Not even the office building was able to hold the frost back.

It was well past midnight but you still found yourself in the office. You didn’t want to be here this late on a Friday night but your boss still stayed in his office as well as other higher ups as they worked in their cubicles.You sat at your desk tapping your pencil on the edge watching the time just painfully drag on. The large window in front of you only showed the winter storm.

A loud bang sounded from the main office, your bosses office. You gulped trying to see if anyone was around but everyone seemed to disappear. It was too quiet, not even the sound of keys typing or papers being shuffled. Within a second the lights flickered never turning back on. Your heart seemed to hurt from how fast it was beating. You walked down to the large doors separating you from your boss, the only sound was the echo of your heels.

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Life as a Satanist

To be a satanist, one needs very few tools. He does not need to be “saved,” he does not need to accept some fake deity into his heart. To be a satanist, the only tool you need is yourself.

Live your life to the extent of your perception. If you want to work in a cubicle your entire life, so be it. If you want to become a millionaire entrepreneur, so be it. If you want to be a world traveling archeologist, so be it. Satanism does not live on the false principle in doing what a “god” -that was made by man- wants you to do. You do for yourself. You don’t live your life to please others. You don’t live your life to be somebody else. You are a satanist, carve your own path in the Infernum.

We are not all “devil worshippers,” many of us within the Temple of Four Crowns do not believe in any sort of deity. Others believe there are, some believe the earth is our god. The left hand path is an individualistic and experimental path meant to lead you to wherever you wish to be. You are a satanist, so pick up that knife and carve your initials into this Infernum.

Ave, Satanas!

ADHD side of tumblr answer this

Do you ever wonder what the FUck you’re going to do when you enter the workforce? Because how the hell are you going to work in a cubicle with phones ringing and noisy coworkers and micromanagement and repetitive tasks and constant noise and sensory overload and constant interruptions?!? Because hahah I think about it all town time! And even though were allowed accommodations under the ADA there’s no way an employer would give them to an entry level worker, and besides telling your employer you have ADHD will just make them look for a convenient excuse to fire you

And you know you would succeed higher up the chain and you would be an incredible employee if you were given accommodations like an enclosed workspace or even better an office with a door even if it’s just a storage/maintenance closet but ☹️☹️🙃🙃

anonymous asked:

Leela!!!!! I can't even begin to tell you how greatly I appreciate and love you. You're a beautiful, caring person. I feel like you're an absolutely fantastic example of what millennials are capable of. Diversity in professional settings, being rational in their opinions and stating them respectfully, being a part of an internet community without losing their maturity, and just being a well rounded, kind and caring person. Thank you so much for everything you do. (& sorry for the ramble!!) 💞💞

whatttttttttt the hell you’ve got me cryin in my work cubicle :((( i can’t believe how generous your words are and i’m so so so completely touched that you view me this way or hold me up as some sort of good example of a human. that is hard for me to comprehend and i’m completely in disbelief at this message but thank you so much for taking time out of your day to send me such effusive praise. you’re so ridiculously sweet and i hope you have a gorgeous day xxxxxxx

"In love with a Stripper." A Bellamy Blake AU imagine

(A/n I’m a tease ;)
People have their ways of making money. Everybody makes money differently. Some people performed surgery to make a living. Some stopped fires, saved lives even. Some worked in a stuffy cubicle and wore a monkey suit and tie.
Bellamy Blake vowed to never be one of those stuffy and pencil pushing guys.
So he made his money differently. In a way most people thought was insanity.
He was a stripper.
He couldn’t say he hated his job. He tolerated it. But it was always awkward when new people asked him what he did for a living. He’d always shake his head and reply with “Entertainer” or “dancer”. Never “Ah yes. I am a stripper. You should come by sometime. It’s the place that reeks of alcohol.” No. It never came to that. Currently he was preparing his costume and channeling his other identity.
Dallas Leatherbrook.
The ladies loved him. He was one of the most well know strippers of the building. Often working for bachelorette parties and the famous ‘girls night out’ specials.
“Aye. Bellamy. It almost time.” His boss, an old lady with a raspy voice due to years of smoking, with bleach blonde hair and long green manicured nails.
“Thanks Paulette.” He sighed.
“Cmon. You have some ladies to impress. Huge girls night out group. Paid big buck because a little lady just went through a break up. Go make her happy.” She gave Bellamy a smile. He could only smile back before adjusting his tie.
“I’ll try.” He sighed exasperatedly. He quickly left the room and made his way up the old stairs before waiting off stage for his performer name to be called.
“Ladies. It’s time for you to get those bills out…it’s time for your favorite. DALLAS LEATHERBROOK!”
He couldn’t help the small smile as he heard the women cheer for him. Adjusting the black mask he quickly took the stage. Listening to the ladies roar in happiness. Or because of their thirsty hormones.
He flashed them a white smile. Watching them swoon as profanities were shouted.
He walked over to the pole and started his routine. Never stopping the smile that was forced. His body moving swiftly.
“Ma'am? Another Pina Colada?”
(Y/n) looked up absentmindedly.
“I-water please.” She smiled.
“No. No no. She’ll have a beer.” Raven slurred. (Y/n) shook her head before stage whispering 'water’. The waitress smiled.
Her eyes drifted back to the handsome stripper. There were only 5 on stage but a certain curly dark haired stripper.
“A-are you station’ at Dallas Leatherbrook?!” A drunk Octavia asked.
“W-what?! No!”
“Sounds fake but okay.” She rolled her eyes pushing (Y/n)’s face away.
“AYE YO PAULIE!” Octavia shouted.
“Hey! Well if it isn’t my little O!” Paulette smiled.
“I would like to have Bella-Dallas be our stripper tonight. I’ll just leave before he gets here.” Octavia slurred the discreetly pointed at (Y/n) who was entranced with 'Dallas’.
“One on one.” Octavia winked.
“Ah. Anything for sweet Octavia.” Paulette winked walking away.
“Raven! We have go, Dallas is gonna give good ole (Y/n) a one on one.” She winked. Raven smirked evilly. Once the strippers made their way off the stage (Y/n)’s eyes widened. She quickly grabbed the rest of the drinks and downed them. If she was going to make a mistake, she’d want to blame it on her drunkness. Her head spun but stopped when she heard Raven shout
“DALLAS! Over here!!!”
Dallas plastered a smile but it quickly fell when he saw his little sister and Raven.
“What the hell are you two doing here?!” He said through the smile.
“We’re just helping our homeslice get laid.” Octavia rolled here eyes.
“Well show me her then get the hell out.” He said quickly. Octavia pointed over his shoulder. Bellamy turned and his eyes widened.
She was beautiful. She looked out like she was buzzed. But he’d dealt with drinker. Instantly using his velvet voices that ladies swooned over.
“Well hello little lady.” He smirked as he walked up behind her. Rubbing his crotch against her bum. “Someone told me you’ve been a naughty little girl?! Looks like I’ll have to punish you.” He smiled as his hands wrapped around her waist and she he shivered in his arms as her body began to grow warmer.
“What’s your name little lady.”
“(Y/n) (Y/L/N).” She purred. grinding back into his crotch. Bellamy let his hot breath tickle her neck.
“Why don’t I take you to the back.” He purred. She smiled innocently.
Bellamy led her into his 'dressing room’ before he sat her in a chair. Gently straddling her he lifted her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders. Lightly grinding on her petite body before he got the impulse to kiss her. He acted upon it without thinking. She immediately kissed back as they made out sloppily. He reached down but his hand was swatted away.
“(Y/n)-I’m sorry-”
“When was the last time anybody took care of you Mr. Leatherbrook.”
“My real name is Bellamy. Bellamy Blake.”
“So. Dallas is like…”
“A stage name.”
“A stage name, yeah.” She smiled. Her hand trailing down his happy trail.
“Allow me to show you my dance. Mr. Blake.” She winked as she went to pull down his tight black underwear.

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?” Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary

yooooooo so your girl ace scored her own cubicle at work plus my boss asked me if i wanna be the editor for this compilation book she’s working on and i’m gonna get credited on the cover and everything and i’m so excited but she’s sending me the files now and i gotta edit 34k words by monday…