#i wrote it while waiting at a drive thru

[fixing-bad-comic-art]

I think it's a really good thing that you're one of the people who's doing these edits tbh. And I hope you won't take that the wrong way. But I've seen it multiple times where women have done the same style of edits that you do, and every time those "fixes" broke out of containment on tumblr, politics were immediately ascribed to those editors, they were harassed for being alleged "SJWs", and they were called out as having been "disrespectful" of professionals in the comics industry. I understand in your time doing this, you've perhaps witnessed similar attempts at starting bad faith discourse. Anyways, I'm just grateful for a guy doing the same thing as these other editors in the community. Because at least that broadens the conversation and doesn't get anatomy and clothes fixing edits or even cultural sensitivity edits immediately dismissed out of hand for just because they came from a woman editor.

tbh the simple fact that i don't use any other (more functional) social media platforms has probably been a Much bigger contributer to me not getting harassed as much as the lovely ladies and nonbinaries who do the same work. I post on one side blog that was shadow banned for about 9months on a dying micro blogging platform and no where else. I've been mistaken for a lady plenty of times in the history on this blog, mostly because I don't post about being a man who loves men on this blog very often, but the harassment begins and ends after blocking like 3 or 4 people each time.

plus I don't answer bad faith asks unless there's something novel or funny to say. so the fact i don't give them any attention and this platform doesn't algorithmicaly reward that kind of behavior really helps keep things tolerable for the most part.

but yeah, having a white adjacent homosexual guy (ie the type of person who gets the absolute least out of criticisng comic depictions of women and minorities) to point to when someones being a shit is probably helpful.

but also a thing that gets missed a lot, is that the biggest open secret about me and this blog... is that i Am a professional artist. (i do marketing and illustration work(think the ads that show up on eschergirls more than comic books)) and i have a lot of thoughts about the brand of folk who call this type of thing disrespectful. namely that I'm pretty certain most of them 1. arnt professional artists or are Very new at it, and or, 2.have some weird hangups about art as like a concept that they need to get over instead of making it other people's problems.

#this isnt even going to help me get tail :pensive clown emoji: #anyways sorry for the inactivity ive been Busy Busy Busy #(ive been playing elden ring) #not a fix #anon #anyways sorry if this is incomprehensible #i wrote it while waiting at a drive thru

[kaidabakugou]

thinking of sweaty locker room sex with kunigami.

just riding him on one of the benches, his back flat on the hard surface while you’re straddling him.

bouncing up and down on his cock, wet skin slapping against each other echoing through the empty room.

nails digging into the fat of your thighs before he drags his hands up to spread your ass cheeks. gripping them as he encourages you to ride him faster.

telling you how pretty you look, so messy sweating all over him. his words mixed with the heat emitting from his body after a long day of practice making you more hazy.

giving your rear a slap before bringing his thumb down on your clit. rubbing quick circles on your swollen nub while his other hand pinches your sensitive nipples.

the added stimulation making the knot inside your stomach burst as you cum all over his cock. your walls clenching around him sending him over the edge, coating your insides white as the mixture of your release drips down his balls and onto the bench.

lifting you with his cock still inside you while he carries you towards the showers. going for another round against the shower walls before cleaning each other off quickly before the rest of the team comes inside the locker room.

#wrote this while waiting in the drive thru for my starbucks #so it’s a little rushed #but i can’t get the thought of this out of my head #kunigami rensuke #rensuke kunigami #kunigami smut #kunigami thirst #kunigami x reader #kunigami x reader smut #kunigami rensuke x reader #rensuke kunigami x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader smut #rensuke kunigami x reader smut #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader smut

[notsoattractivearenti]

Golf Practice (Mason Mount x Reader)

WC: 1.7K

Warnings: sexually suggestive language, cursing (minors be warned)

A/N: even tho i didn't know anything about golf, i wrote this just cuz i can't resist golfer!mase (i did some research and still don't get golf lmao). also this has been sitting on my draft for a while and i forgot to post it 💀 hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 this was not proofread so apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

—

“Y/N, are you ready?”

“Wait, wait,” you fixed your shirt, grabbed your golf cap – which Mason just bought for you recently just for this occasion – and put on your shoes.

You closed and locked the bedroom door. “Okay, let’s go.”

Mason took a good look at you and couldn’t stop himself from complimenting you.

“My God, Y/N,” he gulped, “you are so fucking sexy.” 

“Oh pfft,” you tried to cover the fact that he instantly made you blush, “just keep your pants on, mister.”

“Seriously though, I really mean what I say!” He laughed.

“You look so good it’s almost hard to resist.” He continued.

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever, can we please just go???” You insisted.

“Okay, okay, off we go then.”

He grabbed the car keys then playfully slapped your butt before he sprinted his way to the car.

“Wha- Mason!” You gasped.

—

You and Mason finally arrived at the golf course. You have never been to one before, and you were a little bit stunned when you saw how big the course was.

“Mase… I thought we were going to like, smaller golf course or something.”

“Hmm, I don’t know what made you think that but this is the place I usually play with the lads.”

“And now you’re just playing… With me?”

He laughed at your question.

“Duh, this is a date, no?”

“Yeah…” You scratched your head. “I mean, I feel like this is way too big for just us. Also you know I’ve never played golf before and this kind of makes me nervous.”

Mason then leaned in and kissed you on the top of your head.

“Don’t be nervous, my love. We’re here to just simply have fun... I will teach you if you want.” He softly assured you.

You knew it was just for fun, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit – no, not a bit, very – competitive. You’re aware you can be a sore loser sometimes, and though Mason has seen that side of you a few times, you still didn’t want to be a pain in the ass when losing especially on a sport you have not even one clue about.

“Okay, but you know I still want to win, right?” You bluntly told him.

“Of course.” He nodded and smiled.

“But just so you know, I’m so good at this you probably have little to no chance of winning this time, Y/L/N.” He said smugly.

“Oh, it’s on like a prawn who yawns at dawn, Mount.”

—

The entire time, Mason was the one driving the golf cart. You both were chatting away while your eyes were wandering around the course.

“Imagine having a course this big in your backyard,” you said to yourself, “pretty hard to maintain, I assume.”

“I mean, you sure can pay people to take care of it.” Mason chimed in.

“Yeah, if I have the money to pay them.” You shook your head.

“If you have a golf course in your backyard, then you must definitely have tons of money beforehand, Y/N!” He laughed.

“Do you see our future house with a golf course, hun?” You asked him.

“I don’t know, maybe?” He answered. “But I want a small football pitch more, though.”

“Yes, that sounds more like us. I like that idea as well.” You agreed to him.

“I would love to practice with our kids there one day. That would be great, right Y/N?”

You smiled. You do love the idea of playing football with your future little family in the backyard one day.

“Sounds wonderful.”

—

“Okay, I’ll go first.” Mason said as he took two golf clubs from the bag, then handed one for you.

“Watch how I play closely, yeah?”

“Mmm, gladly.” You responded jokily, as you stood slightly behind him.

This time, you made him blush. He shook his head and cleared his throat, then fixed his posture before making a move.

“Nice butt, by the way.” You teased him.

“Y/N!” He briefly tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes. “Focus, please.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” you giggled, “go on baby.”

He got into position and swung the club. You both then carefully watched where the ball landed.

“Alright, that’s my mark,” Mason pointed out at where the ball was, “try to hit your ball further if you can.”

“But I doubt you can.” He sarcastically murmured.

“Uh, I heard that!”

You then walked back to the initial spot and tried to imitate Mason’s posture before swinging the ball.

“Mase, is this correct?” You asked.

“Hmm, not quite.” He replied.

“Is it alright if I stand behind you to help?” He politely asked – a real gentleman he is.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You agreed. “Just try not to get hard, yeah?”

He immediately snorted and laughed.

“I’ll take my chances.” He funnily responded back.

He stood right behind you and started helping fix your posture until it felt right.

“Don’t hold back while swinging. Put your full strength on it.” He suggested.

“Like this?”

You gave yourself a try at swinging the golf club. You didn’t see it but you almost hit him on the head with the club.

“Whoop, careful!” He put down the club. “Here, I’ll guide you.”

He put his arms around yours and carefully guided you the right way to swing. With him gently helping you this close, you couldn’t exactly pay good attention to what he was trying to teach you. 

“This feels so intimate.” You blurted it out.

He chuckled.

“Focus, Y/N. You want to win, no?”

You nodded. My God, I love it when he is in this serious mode, you thought to yourself. The truth was you started to feel slightly turned on, but you were trying to resist your urge since you also genuinely wanted to learn how to play golf – you were basically fighting for your life. You were supposed to learn and practice with your “personal coach” but your mind was filled with filthy thoughts about the things you wanted your boyfriend – who was guiding you through your first-ever golf game at the moment – to do to you.

“Y/N, are you still with me?”

Whoops, you just realized you were so caught up with your thoughts you were spaced out for a bit – and of course Mason noticed.

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Sorry.”

After a few tries, you told Mason you finally felt ready to take your first swing. He stepped back and cheered you on.

“Let’s go my love!”

You got into position then tried to swing your golf club, but you failed to hit the ball. Both you and Mason suddenly burst into laughter.

“Y/N, you’re the prettiest but what a terrible golfer you are!” Mason made fun of you.

“Shut up Mase! That was only the first try!” You defended yourself.

You gave it another try, this time you did hit the ball but it was definitely not a good shot. The ball only landed around 30 centimeters across from you – you didn’t hit the ball hard enough and obviously, Mason’s was way further.

“Fuck!” You yelled in frustration.

“That’s fine, baby, you’re fine!” Mason rubbed your shoulders and kissed your head. “Well done nevertheless.”

—

At the end of the game, it was clear that Mason won. You don’t like to lose, no, but you were totally fine losing to him since golfing was very new to you. But for someone who could be very impatient most times, golf actually helped you exercise your patience even for a tiny bit. At the beginning, you repeatedly expressed a lot of frustration especially when the ball didn’t get into the hole, but slowly you learned how to be more calm and eventually after a few rounds less swear words came out of your mouth. Also, having a cute, hot date did make it a lot more fun.

Mason was happy to beat you but he lowkey wanted you to win – just because he loves to see you win. He never thought you would agree on a golf date, knowing you have never played before or have never shown any interest in the sport. He initially thought of doing miniature golf with you, but somehow he changed his mind and brought you to an actual golf course instead. He even bought you a brand new golf cap merely because he got so excited to go golfing with you. He also really enjoyed helping you practice, he thought it was the best thing that happened today.

“This was so fun, my love. Thanks for doing this with me.” He said at the end of the date.

He then gave you a quick kiss on your lips.

“Fun for you, meh for me.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“What can I say? I’m just that good.” He bragged.

“Mmhm, I’ll give it to you this time. Next time, I’m going to beat your ass.” You said to him.

He grinned widely and patted your head.

“Sure, kid. Looking forward to the next one. And the other next ones.”

—

Now back at home, after you changed your clothes you saw Mason sitting at the backyard, cleaning the used golf clubs before storing them. You decided to join him there – you quietly approached him then hugged him from behind. He was a little surprised – even jumped out of his seat a little – when you did that but he tried to hide it from you.

“I knew you were coming, I can smell your perfume from afar.” This was his attempt to save his face.

“Oh I believe you.” You giggled as you kissed his cheek.

“You know, Mase,” you gently caressed his arm and seductively whispered into his ear, “I would very much love it if you smash me like you smashed the golf balls today.”

His eyebrow was raised quickly and he immediately turned his head towards you.

“Oh, really?”

You smirked.

“Mmhmm… Consider that as your prize for today.”

“Yeah? Do you really want me to uh, “smash” you as hard as I did to those balls?” He bit his lip as he teased you.

“Harder.” You emphasized.

“Well, since you asked for it…” Mason stood up, picked you up then started kissing your neck and lips, “it is my duty to deliver.”

—

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[catgirlscout]

I am working on a 50s Diner/Greaser AU one shot fanfic with Medic / Scout / Engineer. (I don't know if they have a official shipping name but I shall call it Defibrillator, I won't explain why) I drew these a while ago for Appeypie's DTIYS and based the visual inspiration on it. Greaser Medic has my heart. There's gonna be NSFW so be warned. Here is an excerpt from what I wrote. I will post the full fanfic on Ao3 when it's finished. The title will be: Milkshakes n' Motorbikes (Alternate title: Fries n' Fucks) Blurb: Usually all Henry cares about is his hair, his grooves and pretty ladies, but when he falls head over heels for a handsome waiter at his regular diner, his world turns upside down. It doesn’t take long before he tries to hook-up with him. If only his roommate wasn’t such a fucking moodkill. Guess, he has to make up for it somehow.

Medic - Henry

Scout - Jamie

Engineer - Jon

All in all, working as a carhop at a drive-thru diner definitely had it’s perks. On a Saturday like this, Jamie made good money simply by having a pretty face. It was fun, gliding around on his roller skates with a tray in each hand, and being able to show off. Sometimes people handed him five dollar bills to do a spin or a flip. Many girls left him large tips to flirt with him, while men usually whistled at his rather skimpy uniform and honked their horns as they passed him. He knew it was meant as a joke most of the time, but admittedly he liked the attention.

There was one particular guy, a regular, who stopped by almost daily. Jamie knew his order by heart. Large fries, an American burger and a chocolate shake with a cherry on top. His name was Henry and he was your typical leatherjacket wearing, cigarette smoking greaser. A total bad boy. Normally, Jamie tried to stay away from guys like that but he seemed genuinely interested. Whenever he came to his window, he slipped a note into his pocket. Little messages scribbled on napkins, asking for his phone number and if he wanted to go on a date. It was cute and romantic and undeniably gave him butterflies. That’s why he had agreed to meet up with him several times over the past few weeks or so. Of course, it didn’t take long before they started going out. During his break they made-out behind the dumpsters, before Jamie had to get back to work. It always left him hungry for more. Just thinking about how he would shove his hands under his apron and pull his pants down, made him blush. Today, Henry would pick him up with his car - a baby blue Volkswagen with red padding and a convertible sunroof. He seriously couldn’t wait for his shift to end. Henry had invited him over to his house to watch a movie. They would cuddle up under a big blanket and kiss and afterwards, who knows. Perhaps it was time for the next step.

Fifteen minutes later, he heard a roaring engine on the parking lot in front of the diner. That was his sign to come out. He grabbed his things and pulled up to the car window with a cheeky smile.

“Welcome to Fried Batter. Can I take your order?”, he said in his best waiter-voice.

Henry played along. “I would like your hottest chick, please.”, he winked.

“Coming right up.”

With a click the door opened and Jamie climbed onto his seat, giggling. As soon as he was buckled in, Henry revved the engine once more and cut the corner with spinning tires. On the way home he rolled down the windows and blasted loud rock music through the radio. They sang along and laughed and when they finally backed into the small open space of a workshop Jamie could barely contain his excitement. Henry stopped to look at him and put a hand on his inner thigh, brushing against his soft, exposed skin with the tips of his fingers.

“Here we are.”

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 art #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 50s au #medic x scout x engineer #medic x scout #scout x engineer #medic x engineer #blunt trauma #quick fix #texas two step #science party #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #litterboxart

[woonierkiz]

BURN THE MEMOIR — CUTE BARISTA

CHAPTER SUMMARY. Jake Sim skipped his violin lessons to hang out with his friends, and they suggested going to Starbucks. However, he doesn't know how to order a drink at Starbucks. But when he saw this cute barista, he couldn't stop stuttering and making up a weird combination of a latte. When the barista asked for his name, he thought she was making a move. So, he gave his number instead!  After that horrible memory of his, he continued his journey as an idol. However, things turned sideways when that cute barista was a senior of him AND SAME LABELS. Will he continue to embarrass himself? Will he grow some balls?

pairings. pre-debut jake (for now until chap 4?) x pre-debut fem! yn

The cold air of the air conditioner engulfs jake's figure as he feels refreshed from it. His golden-brown eyes were fixed on the cafe; The cafe only has a few customers and mostly drive-thru.

"Why are you even here? " Jake asked them as he slightly pushed Vince's shoulder (Vince a.k.a. the science addict and Arthur's neighbor) " To relax, duh, " Vince said sarcastically while rolling his eyes, and Arthur's laugh echoed at the cafe making a few side eyes from them.

" Shut up! " Jake whispered while he sat, as he looked at the man whose side-eyeing and bowed his head for an apology which the man reacted by huffing and doing his business.

" Jake, Can you order us some matcha lattes? " Vince pleads while making puppy dog eyes makes Arthur fake barf, and Jake rolls his eyes out.

" Why me? You can order that yourself and order me a chocolate chip latte. " Jake asked ignoring his friend's request as he looked at the menu. " Bro, you never ordered by yourself. I want my child to learn baby steps. " Vince smiled giddily making his dimples show and took his phone as he tried to distract himself. Arthur laughed while agreeing with Vince as he updated his girlfriend.

" Fine, just matcha latte, right? " Jake asked while he went to the counter and his friends said yes. He doesn't feel any nervousness; he's just going to order a latte, that's it. There is nothing to worry about right?

But his eyes are fixated on the ground as his hands reach for his pocket to get his wallet as he hears such a sickening lovely voice. He looked up at the cashier welcoming him.

" Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you today? " She smiled at me while greeting me. He doesn't know what to say right now. He might be corny, he have never seen such a beautiful girl before maybe he did see some other pretty girls but never felt this way by looking at him. 

" Uh, 3 pumpkin spice lattes, please… " Jake asked in a soft tone as his posture straightened, trying to make himself more presentable. He forgot what he was supposed to say as the cashier hummed in and replied, " How tall do you want your drink, sir? " While her fingers typed his order, " the tallest one. " The cashier looked at him and nodded in reply.

He noticed the subtle glance of the girl and he thought nothing of it until " What is your name sir? " He felt his brain pause for a second.

My name? Name. Oh OH, IS SHE!? there is no way like NO NO NAURRR. I mean I'm kinda handsome not too much just average BUT STILL, IS THIS MY TIME?

he thought while he took a small piece of paper from his pocket and wrote his number and name, the cashier looked in confusion when the boy suddenly wrote something near the cashier's table.

" Here. " Jake gave the folded piece of paper from the girl and gladly took it from him as she opened it making her smile widely and cough. " Wow, Well thank you for making my day, Jake. But, I wasn't asking for your number just your name so I can put your name on your drink. "

He felt so embarrassed and nodded, he looked at his friends and saw them trying not to laugh out loud while smacking each other in laughter, he felt his face turns hot and placed the cash on the counter. Not looking at the girl waiting for his receipt and when he got it. He walked fastly to their table and sat in utter silence.

NOTE! FIRST CHAP IS HERE <33

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[astroboots]

Ok ok I just got an idea to ask/suggest for a homecoming drabble.. 🤭🤗

Food fight.

May end up and spicy time.. May not... May end up in a group shower time.. Maybe not.. 👀🤷‍♀️ maybe a punishment for starting for whomever did... 🤷‍♀️🤭👀

Completely up to you. 💞🤗 completely trust you to do fantasticly breathtaking. 💞🤗😍

HOMECOMING DRABBLE: FOOD THIEF

Hello baby!!!!! So head's up I do have a sort of food fight one done for 30 Pieces of Home, Just a taste. But because I love you, I also wrote a little something something for you below. All credits go to the one and only, deranged smut-master @write-and-buried who helped me brainstorm this.

Homecoming Drabbles | Homecoming Masterlist | Astroboot’s Masterlist

One of Santiago's most annoying quirks in the world, is how he always tries to steal your food.

When you're at a drive thru at McDonalds, and you turn in your seat to ask him what he wants, he'll always just shrug and say he's easy (which ha-- the only thing easy about that man is how easy it is to get his pants off). But by the time you've parked down the street, he'll dig his racoon-like hands into the paperbag and steal all your fries.

When you're at the counter of IHOP, texting him to ask if he wants anything, he'll always say no, and then proceed to steal at least two buttermilk pancakes and all of the syrup.

And being friends for as long as you two have, you can forgive that (most of the times). But there are fucking limits. Like when you've been at work all day dealing with snarky teenagers asking you what the real life application of math is all while you can hear their striped candy color bomb combo on candy crush.

All day, the only thing that managed to get you through the day (and not pull the fire alarm) was to visualize your happy place. You, on your couch, feet up on the coffee table, nursing a homemade sundae of Ben & Jerry's cookie dough with whipped cream and fresh strawberries that Molly had picked from her garden over the weekend-- still waiting for you in the fridge.

So when you come home, and do exactly that, your beautiful, magnificent sundae creation in your embrace as you get settled next to Frankie and put up your feet and turn on Netflix -- only to have Santiago plant his dump truck of a butt next to you on the other side and ask "is it any good?" while looking at your spoon, a dormant cavewoman of a survival instinct sparks with ember in your chest.

"Get your own Santiago."

"I don't want my own, I want yours. It looks tastier."

It takes all of two seconds, before you have the man trying to wrestle the spoon out of your closed fists.

Santiago is stronger than you. Always have been, so you never do know why you manage to hold your own for as long as you do in these ridiculous semi-wrestling matches you two have until he pins your back flat down against the seat of the cushions, your wrists circled in his large hands, as he grins victoriously, eyes sparkling with mischief above you.

Something cool and smooth, slides heavy over your chest, you barely even have a second to hear Frankie's voice, "be careful" as his hand shoots out, and catches the Sundae that's already dripping over you, cold and sticky with frothy cream.

"Fuck, Santiago, you got it all over me".

If it was an accident, Santiago sure doesn't act like it, he cocks his head to the side, observing you, that smile never waning as his eyes roam from your face down to your chest where the ice cream is dripping down the side of your collar down to your breast. And as cold as the ice cream had been just a second ago when it had dripped onto you, with the way that Santiago's eyes are burning onto you, your skin is overheated, prickling with heat.

"Santiago," Frankie grumbles, as he bends over settle the Sundae glass safely on the coffee table, out of the war zone, before he smacks Santiago on the shoulder. Rough enough to get him to sway on top of you. "Get off her, and let her get up," Frankie orders.

Despite the beginnings of a pout, the iron grip on your wrists lets off, and Santiago sits himself upright on the sofa, allowing you to get up as well.

"Baby, you got it all over," Frankie says.

You turn to him, and he's looking at you with something that is not quite the sympathy you were expecting. He looks amused, a playful smile already quirking at the corner of his lips.

"Here let me." His broad thumb wipes across your collarbone, smearing the dripping icecream from the skin.

Frankie's staring at it for a brief second, and it's all it takes. It goes so quick you can't even properly register the change in his facial features. How soft goes hard, warm goes burning, gentle goes primal, before he presses his thumb between his lips and sucks on it.

It leaves you no time at all and you don't get much of a chance to react. He is already lean closer, ducking down to press his plush warm mouth over the swell of your breast and then you feel the swipe of his broad tongue over your skin. Hot and wet, and the sensation makes you whine.

The soft bristle of his scruff, scrapes along your skin, chafes and tickles and fuck, it feels so damn good as he slides his mouth from your breast up to the hollow of your neck that it has you gripping your fingers into his hair as an anchor just in case you fall of the couch.

"Frank, seriously? Why do you get to lick ice-cream off her tits?"

You open your eyes (and god-- when did you close them in the first place) to see Santiago bristling. He's not even bothering to hide the pout.

There's a small part of you, the petty part, that is chanting your favorite hymn of "serves you right". That's what Santiago gets for making a mess of you in the first place. There's another part of you that can't look away from how gorgeous his lips are, red and plump that makes you want to kiss him and bite down on the bottom one until you have him moaning into your mouth.

"I made the mess, it's only fair I get to clean it up," he continues to gripe.

Frankie's mouth stops, letting off with a wet smack of a sound as he leaves one last kiss there before pulling up for air. His hand wraps around the back of Santiago's neck, fingers twisting into the thick black curls at the nape of it, before dragging the man closer. Closing the distance between their lips and licking into Santiago's mouth. And then Santiago is licking the taste of strawberries and cream on your skin from Frankie's mouth.

It's gorgeous, it's sweet, and fuck, it's a fucking beautiful sight. Your stomach is furling with warmth that spreads all the way to your cheeks and ear and you can't quite sit still.

Your eyes pull away from the sight of them towards the Sundae ice-cream, the whipped cream dripping from the crystal glass. You smile, as you lean over, reaching for it, as your other hand unbuttons your blouse.

From the corner of your eyes, Santiago's eyes catches yours, and you see the way his lips curve into an even deeper smile as he continues to kiss Frankie, throwing you a quick wink of approval.

One of your favorite quirks with Santiago is that while he makes messes, he always makes sure to clean up his mess.

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[theselfshippingwitch]

One time I watched the RGB episode "Dairy Farm" the day after Halloween and so I wrote this

Ray woke up to an empty bed in a pitch black room. He had felt the bed shifting as Violet got up. He closed his eyes again and, half-asleep, wondered if it was still the middle of the night or the early morning. This late in Autumn it was difficult to tell. It didn’t get light out until 7 AM.

Violet walked out of the bathroom, freezing from the cold air on her bare skin, and pulled back the sheets on the bed, revealing Ray’s body, his bare chest and soft tummy, underneath her bedsheets. Even on the worst day of the year, the day after Halloween, the sight exhilarated her. She crawled back into bed and pulled the sheets back over herself, then wrapped her body around his.

Ray felt the sheets on top of him moving and the cold air hit his bare skin as Violet crawled back into bed with him. He wrapped his arm around her, and felt her skin was cold, too. She cuddled closer to him, burying her face in his chest and kissed the skin closest to her lips softly. He was almost asleep again when the phone rang. His eyes shot open, and this time he swiveled his head and shoulders around to check the backlit analog clock behind him. 6:30. Beside him, Violet groaned, and moaned to get up to answer the phone herself. “No, you stay here, honey, I got it.” he said as he put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down. He threw the covers off of himself and grabbed his pants from off the floor, pulling them on as he walked over to the phone in the next room over. “Hello?”

“Ray? It’s Sam. I’m sorry to call you so early, but I need a favor. A piece of my equipment just broke, and I need to go a few towns over to get a replacement. I need the machine fixed by tomorrow night, and it’s going to take me two days to drive there and back again. I can’t find anyone else to watch the farm while I’m gone on such short notice. Would you come up and just stay in my house for a couple days and farmsit for me?”

“Sure! I don’t mind…” Ray looked over his shoulder at the still open bedroom door. “But is it okay if Violet comes with me?”

“Yeah, that’s alright with me, but I need you guys up here as soon as possible. Thanks, Ray, you’re the best cousin in the world!”

Ray went back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of Violet’s side of the bed. He put his hand on the other side of her and leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Wake up, love. We’re going on a trip.”

She shifted so she was on her back. “A trip? To where?”

“To my cousin Sam’s dairy farm. She needs someone to watch the place for a couple days.” He got up from the bed and began to gather an outfit for her out of the bureau. She stared at him, still shirtless and with his navy blue trousers hugging his hips, and smiled fondly. He felt her stare and looked over to see her smile. “What?” he asked as he returned her smile.

“We stayed up late last night…” She sat up and let the covers fall off of her. “Very late.”

He blushed, laughing sheepishly as he handed her a clean bra and panties. “You can sleep in the car if you want.”

She took the clothes from him and put the bra on. “Do we have time for breakfast?”

"We can stop someplace with a drive-thru."

-

Four hours later, they were driving down dirt paths lined with long patches of nearly-bare trees broken up only by tall corn fields. “I’m telling you, Violet, you’re gonna love it! The fresh air, the tranquility, nothing around for miles but the beautiful foliage, the fields of fresh grass, and the occasional sound from the farm animals, I think it’s just what you need after that busy Halloween season.”

Violet smiled as she looked out the window. “It sounds amazing, Ray. I can’t wait to see it.” She looked over at him as he continued driving. She put her hand in his free hand, and he immediately intertwined his fingers with hers, glancing away from the road to smile and blush before focusing on the road again.

When they got to the farm, Ray took both his own bag of clothes and Violet’s from the trunk. Sam was there waiting for them. “Ray, you’re here!” She hugged him. “Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. You’re a real life-saver!”

She moved to hug Violet next. “Violet, it’s so nice to see you again!” They had met when Sam came over to visit for Christmas last year, and Violet had already gotten the speech from her. “Break his heart and I’ll break your face.” Violet couldn’t say she blamed her. There was something about Ray that just made any woman love him to the point of extreme protectiveness right away.

“I wish I had more time, but I've got to get going. I left some instructions for taking care of the animals on the kitchen table. Bye, and thanks again!” Sam got in her own car and drove off, leaving Ray and Violet alone on the farm.

“So, what do you think?” Ray motioned all around him. “Isn’t it great?”

“Yeah! It’s even better than I imagined. It’s beautiful, Ray!” Violet said as she looked to the fields leading up to the quaint little farmhouse with the big front porch, and the woods beyond it. She breathed in the fresh air deeply, and grinned. Somehow, Ray realized exactly what she needed even before she did.

“I told you!”

“I believed you! And you were right.”

He smiled. “You should have heard the reaction when I tried to get the guys to stay here. They all hated the idea so much, I think the only thing that kept Peter from walking back to New York City is the fact that he liked Sam so much.”

Violet giggled. “Well, I can’t see why. I love it!”

“I’m glad you do. Someone else finally sees the appeal of this place!” Ray started making his way towards the farmhouse, and then looked back at Violet. “Now come on, I owe you one actual, home-cooked breakfast!”

#ghostbusters #ray stantz #the real ghostbusters #self ship #ray x violet

[grvntld]

7 march 2023—sponty ganaps awiiiih~

i tot today was gonna be all abt hospital, home, and werq but nawp bc we sure had sponty ganaps the whole day. well, to be fair, the sponty ganaps happened because we were in search for a wrist splint. enihoot, here's how my day went:

💃yoga

💃made 🍔🍔 and had 🍓 🥛shake for breakfast

💃did a few werq tasks

💃walked the furbebis

💃accompanied moosey in the hospital

💃waited for his ortho

💃wrote an article while waiting

💃went to mcdo after moosey's checkup

💃visited mah sibs

💃went to mercury drug to 👀 for a wrist splint

💃went to watsons to 👀 for a wrist splint

💃went to decathlon to 👀 for a wrist splint

💃found a wrist splint that is moosey's size

💃roamed around decathlon bc i always always always hv fun with all the stuff here hehe

💃roamed around tiendesitas—we looked at some 🐶🐶🐶 HUHU

💃drove back home

💃went to krispy kreme's drive thru and got ourselves some glazed 🍩🍩🍩 which is our fave!

💃finally got home

💃walked the furbebis again

💃surprised moosey with a few new polo shirts hehe

💃made dinner ♡ i cooked tocino and stir-fried spicy cucumber

💃made 🍫 🥛shake hihi

💃did our night routine and so now im just resting

tahday is an adventure and no one could tell me otherwise. chariz but wtvr, bAsta tahday is an adventure for me. okiE. good night. mwAps.

#cookie #cottoncandy #i did not check this for errors so excuse me if you ever see anything

[amrv-5]

Hello! I was scrolling thru this post and saw your tags, and if its alright with you i wanna read about the truckers❤️! (I's fine if not tho❤️)

Holy shit hello. Thank you for the ask, I would love to talk about my original work are you kidding???? Below the cut for length and minimizing exposure to extreme silliness:

Long story short, I wrote a full-length play called Terranauts in roughly 3 days as part of a playwriting challenge the last week of my senior year of college. It’s extremely weird, very fast, and has essentially no plot, but I like it quite a bit. 

The basic shape of the thing is two long-haul truck drivers stop at a gas station in Kansas to take a break, despite their boss calling them intermittently to urge them to keep driving to Baltimore. It has only one set: two benches on either side of a central payphone.

The protagonist (Milton) and his deuteragonist (Kidd) freewheel converse while stalling their work. The play spends a lot of time blending through previous moments in the Milt-Kidd relationship, playing with ideas of the reliability of recollection, if fictionalization is a viable method of perpetuating memory, whether or not the characters themselves are representations of somebody actively reliving a memory, etc. 

A central image re: that whole probably barely-coherent mess is in a callback to Kidd and Milt’s first meeting. Kidd’s got on a really awful electric blue tie, which Milt calls in full confidence red, with no explanation other than, well, look, are we in a memory and seeing the real color of the tie, which Milt mis-names? Or is Milt remembering the tie as blue, when the text (here writing functioning as record, maybe) accurately recalls it? Lots of time-flow that slowly starts to suggest that perhaps Milt is actively in the act of remembering, the play being a window into that chronology-agnostic feeling of daydreaming memories; meanwhile KIDD is a memory that responds, tentatively, to Milt’s mis-rememberings.

At this point you may be saying “wow this sure sounds a lot like Waiting for Godot and also a particularly obvious Tom Stoppard play” to which I say: I never said it was good or original but boy oh boy was it fun to write just a disgusting amount of fast-banter dialogue. A few random exchanges clipped below:

#art-trocious #i will Always want to talk about writing. to be clear #Creative Expression One Of Life's Primary Joys

[quillrosetellsstories]

Sticky Buns

            There were several things about mini-me that were embarrassing. First of all, I was held back in kindergarten for being “too small.” My teachers were worried that me, a tiny brown girl with curly hair bigger than her head, would get bullied if I wasn’t the same size as the other kids. I waited the extra year in hopes of catching up, but I got bullied anyways. Secondly, I was a nerd. Not a cute quiet nerd, mind you, but an obnoxious, always-carrying-a-book-and-reading-aloud-to-herself type of nerd. Finally, and probably most insufferably, I was known as the teacher’s pet. If all of that wasn’t enough, I was that kid. I was the kid in school who peed her pants.

            After the first few accidents, Mom found that I was simply unable to ‘hold it’. She chuckled as she wrote the note to my teachers that made it official: I had to go when I said. Because my hand was annoyingly stuck in the air anyways, it made notifying teachers easy. Once I hit middle school, my reputation preceded me. When I wiggled around in my seat like I had ants in my pants, and waved more fervently that normal, the teachers would sigh and point to the door. My wiggly dance down the hall was a sight to see.

Tiny me thought this worked pretty well. I was getting out of class as much as I could want, no questions asked. Since I was a ‘good kid’, I never took this for granted (Of course I did, how could you believe a child?!). Mom and the doctor had other plans for me. Something about getting a diagnosis for what made my bladder weak, but I think the word they were looking for was ‘Loser’. I peed in a cup seven times before starting treatment. Most people never have had to pee in a cup once. I’m jealous.

            Homework was not foreign to me. In fact, homework was my favorite pastime (I told you I was insufferable), until the doctor gave me bladder homework. Did you know you could educate your bladder? After weeks of this at-home ball-squeezing and hip-flexing homework, I went back in for testing. My new routine was: get to the pee doctor’s, drink as much water as I could hold, get the cup from my mom, and send my pee away for Science. That day held other plans, for which my mom promised me McDonald’s. Before I even processed how these new plans would help me exactly, five extremely sticky nodes were attached to my butt.

            If you’re wondering how terrible it is to be hooked up to the Butt-o-Matic, I couldn’t tell you because I promptly zoned out for the rest of the visit. All I knew was that I was being rewarded for this discomfort with salty fries and a thick shake. I pictured bringing my meal in when I was dropped back off at school, flexing on my classmates with the greasy bag. For once, I would lord over my class.

  After a half an hour of doing the exercises with nodes hanging off my butt, I was finished. On my way out, I was offered a Princess Jasmine sticker. Letting my face show my sadness and, blinking at the doctor, I asked if I could also have the Princess Ariel one. The doctor’s face shifted into one of pity. She gave me both stickers.

Mom fulfilled her promise, swinging by the Drive Thru while pulling her Aldi’s employee sweater on. The water I’d had from the water fountain was starting to make its appearance and, since I hadn’t peed in the cup, I had critically miscalculated. As she pulled to the first window to pay, I leapt out of the car, slamming the door shut on my mom’s surprise. I barely made it in time. She was laughing when she swung the car around the front of the building and I came out. “Welcome back, Sticky Buns,” is all she said before driving me the rest of the way to school.

I sauntered into the building with the aromatic McDonald’s bag swinging from my grasp, my tattered Percy Jackson book in the other, and my buns still slightly sticky.

Forever Writing,

quill rose

#humorpiece #shortfiction #originalwork #originalwriting #humorwriting #flashfiction #flashfictionwriter #shortpiece #writer #womenwriter #writeroftumblr #writer things #national novel writing month #author #authorlife #writingforfun #passion #memoir

[hosannachicago]

Blueberry Pancakes

Fandom: Chicago Fire Pairings: Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide, Jeff Clarke/Kelly Severide  Content Warnings: Major Character Death, Grief After the Death of a Spouse, Polyamory  Summary: 25+ years in the future, Kelly and Jeff go out for breakfast the morning Matt dies. 

This is just a sad little blurb I wrote while I was in a sad little mood. Don’t read it unless you want to be sad too. I don’t consider this canon to my “Pants on Fire” AU – it’s just one of many possible futures for the characters. In fact, if it makes you feel better, I can guarantee this isn’t how things would “really” end up going in that AU. 

I will in no way be offended if you decide this fic is too sad for you and keep on scrolling, though. 💔 

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Two and a half hours after Matt Casey died, Jeff parked outside a diner a few blocks from the nursing home, glancing worriedly at his boyfriend. The windshield wipers stopped squeaking as he cut the motor, and for a moment, the only sounds were Kelly’s ragged breathing, the wind, and the rain. 

“Kelly, are you sure?” 

Nodding, Kelly unbuckled his seatbelt. “I’m hungry.” 

Jeff wanted to point out that drive-thrus and delivery and the pancake mix they had at home were all options, but nothing in his boyfriend’s expression indicated willingness to listen to reason. His husband was dead, and he wanted blueberry pancakes. They were going to get blueberry pancakes. 

Sighing, Jeff grabbed his wallet and followed his silver-haired boyfriend inside. Kelly didn’t wait, striding across the parking lot as though the diner was on fire. It had been seven years since Kelly responded to a fire, and a lot longer than that for Jeff – but he found himself wishing one would break out now. 

Using his sleeve to wipe the water from his face, Jeff followed Kelly to a table at the very back of the diner, right next to the men’s bathroom. At least he seemed to have an exit strategy. He took the seat across from his boyfriend, who immediately grabbed a menu and held it up in front of his face, as if he actually needed to read it after eating breakfast at this diner three or four times each week for the past year. 

“Two black coffees, please,” Jeff said with a smile to the young waitress, a high school student who probably had no idea what she was in for that morning. He would make sure they left her an extra nice tip. 

“And orange juice,” Kelly added flatly from behind the menu. 

“Are you ready to order your meals?” she asked sweetly. 

Jeff glanced over at the menu obscuring his boyfriend. It didn’t answer, so he smiled at the waitress again, shaking his head. “I think we need a moment.” 

Kelly was silent for a few seconds, then quietly asked, “Did you call Gabby?” 

Jeff nodded, even though the menu didn’t have eyes to see the gesture. “Yeah. She and Shay will talk to Andy once she’s up.” 

“And Ben…” Kelly added. 

“Griffin will call Ben once the sun is up on the west coast,” Jeff assured him. All of these plans had been made months ago, but he understood Kelly’s need to hear them confirmed out loud right now. He lived for taking care of his family, especially since retiring from his job as a CFD battalion chief. 

Of course, that included not just his own two children – or four, including Griffin and Ben – but all of the firefighters he’d served with and many of their kids as well. Even keeping the funeral private for just the people Matt considered family, the guest list was well above 50. As Kelly commented while they were planning the last-minute details with the funeral home, that was a lot of love for a man who’d been on his own at 18. 

“So I just need to call Christie.” 

“Yeah,” Jeff confirmed. He’d known Matt’s older sister for 25 years, but she still hadn’t warmed to his existence. He’d offered to call Matt’s niece Violet instead, but Kelly had decided he would deal with that side of the family himself. 

“After breakfast,” Kelly said. 

“Yeah,” Jeff nodded again. “After breakfast.” 

A slightly wrinkled hand made its way around the side of the menu, fingers wiggling in invitation. Jeff took it, idly rubbing his thumb against the plain gunmetal wedding band that had decorated Kelly’s finger for most of the time Jeff had known him. Matt’s matching ring sat safely in a box on Kelly’s dresser, having become too large to stay put on his finger long ago. 

“Okay,” Kelly said with more confidence, putting the menu down. His eyes and nose were red from crying, but nobody glancing at him in passing would guess that his husband just passed away. His smile was muted, but sincere, as he looked Jeff in the eye. “Food, then call, then cry, then sleep.” 

Jeff smiled encouragingly back at him. “Almost. Coffee, then food, then call, then cry, then sleep.” 

The waitress dropped off their beverages, and Kelly ordered his stack of blueberry pancakes. Jeff didn’t dare to order the chocolate chip – Matt’s favorite – so he had also had blueberry, hoping solidarity was the way to go. 

A smile grew across Kelly’s face while he sipped his orange juice. At Jeff’s questioning look, his eyes crinkled with suppressed laughter as he shook his head. 

“Just remembering something Matt and I talked about once. It’s private.” 

Despite his relief at seeing Kelly so at peace in the moment, Jeff had to hide his own shaky smile behind his coffee mug. He knew that in a way, Matt’s death marked the end of seven years of anticipatory grief. Kelly’s soul seemed lighter walking out of the nursing home than when they walked in the night before. Jeff suspected that when the hospice nurse opened the window, many of Kelly’s fears flew away, too. 

But Jeff knew a crash was coming, and he just hoped Kelly’s hit first. Preferably sometime after they ate their pancakes and made it back to the privacy of the car. He would rather not end the morning of his best friend’s death holding his weeping boyfriend in a public restroom, but he had two clean handkerchiefs in his pocket, just in case. 

“Do you remember if Mateo was flying into Midway or O’Hare?” Kelly asked as the waitress placed their pancakes on the table. 

“O’Hare,” Jeff answered, letting go of Kelly’s hand to reach for the maple syrup. 

Although Mateo’s name often made people assume he was named after Matt, Kelly and Matt adopted him when he was eight. He was almost 30 now, and in the third year of his neurology residency in Baltimore. Andrea, meanwhile, was named after Andy Darden, and she was starting her sophomore year of college that fall. 

A little more than halfway through his pancakes, Kelly’s fork began to shake in his hand. Jeff observed without comment, waiting for his boyfriend to need him to act. 

“Do you want to go?” he asked when Kelly laid the fork on his plate. He was already standing as Kelly nodded, pulling a reasonable amount of cash from his wallet to leave on the table. 

“Come here,” Jeff said gently, putting his arm around Kelly’s waist to guide him quickly towards the door. 

“Sorry,” Kelly barely whispered. 

“Don’t be,” Jeff murmured. “Did you get enough to eat?” 

“Yeah,” Kelly croaked, walking out into the drizzling rain. “Might need to change the order of events for the rest of the morning, though.” 

“Cry, then call, then sleep?” Jeff asked. 

“Cry, then sleep, then call,” Kelly answered. “Just a little sleep. Like in the car on the way…” He paused, swallowing thickly. “On the way home.” 

“How about you cry, then sleep, and I cry, then call Violet?” Jeff offered. “Or I can ask Gabby or Shay or Stella or Katie or Chloe or Cruz or Herrmann or Blake or Griffin or…” 

He heard himself begin to babble, listing names of people who could call Christie for them. Beside him, Kelly laughed through his tears. 

“Okay. I think Violet would be okay with hearing the news from you, if that’s okay. She’s always liked you.” 

“Of course,” Jeff assured him. “I’m here for you, baby. Whatever you need.” 

“I think I need a hug.” 

Even though it was raining and they were in the middle of a parking lot, Jeff didn’t hesitate to pull his trembling boyfriend into his arms. Kelly slowly exhaled, pressing his tear-soaked face against Jeff’s rain-soaked neck. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

#my fics #pants on fire bonus scenes #sevasey

[guilliamcosmos]

The cave

Day 1: since I got trapped in here a few hours ago I realized I've got no way to get out myself. I suppose I'll wait untill they notice my absence and come look for me.

Day 2: today I found a small river passing thru the cave sistem. I'll be perfectly hidrated for the time being. I made a small camp site with a blanket and my clothes, I'll help myself with a rope to make it more stable.

Day 4: I found some rocks that appear to be naturally hot. Not much, but they'll keep me warm during the night.

As for food. The small amount I had in my backpack is about to run out. I have food for about three more days. Then I'll have to try to lure animals into the cave.

Day 6: my food has run out. Some how I'm not feeling hungry at all. I guess I'll be ok if I don't eat for a few days. I think I can lick rocks for sodium in to prevent the ceasing of brain activity.

Day 10: I haven't eaten in days, yet I'm feeling perfectly fine. I don't know what's happening to me, it's like my body isn't deteriorating in any way.

Day 20: I'm starting to loose myself, how is it that I haven't eating anything in almost two weeks and I'm perfectly fine. I must investigate the cave sistem. There may be answers.

Day 25: I found some glyphs that may indicate the legend of an adventurer that had the same experience as me. Here's a small recreation.

I don't really understand what they mean but I think that the water I'm drinking and the rocks have some kind of part in it.

Day 30: at this time, I believe I should have died of hunger. Or at least experiencing gut wrenching pain.

Day 40: I believe the lack of social interaction is driving me crazy. Today I heard a woman's voice calling my name.

Day 47: the hallucinations are starting to become more vivid. I saw a shadow standing at the foot of my so called bed all night. I couldn't move a muscle. I didn't even blink for most of the time, I just saw it there. Staring at me.

Day 50: I sat in the place I found the simbol and after looking at a wall for around an hour I noticed more glyphs. Here they are.

It seems to be that I died long time ago. And the rocks and the water are keeping my soul in my body. I feel no hunger because I'm dead. Or I'm just completely deranged and I'm miss remembering things, I may have just been here some hours.

Day 60: I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out I want to get out

I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go I have to go

Day 100: I haven't wrote in a while. The hallucinations are finally speaking directly to me. A woman in nothing but a toga told me that the only way out is to enter the cave. And the shadow figure told me that the water is the rock to find a key.

Day 101: I left one of the rocks in the water passage. And the water turned into a dark red. Now I just have to wait untill something happens.

Day 245: finally, the rock got eroded by the water into the sape of a key. Now I just have to find the key hole.

Day 250: it's been a long time since I entered the caves. I found more of the same gliphs I saw earlier. There's a lot of ways and I don't have a way to mark where I've already been.

Day ???: I found the key hole. I put the boiling hot key in it and rotated three times. The gate then started to open as I watched hoping for a way out of this hell, the only thing I found was a room full of bodies wearing the same clothes as me, I walked into the room and I felt extremely weak. With what I think is my last force I'm leaving this diary in front of this door. I hope the next me finds it, and looks for a way out.

[mxxnkirby]

I hope that when you go to that taco bell and laugh with your friends in the drive thru that you think of me when you bite into tomato.

I hope that every sip of strawberry juice tastes like my fingers running through your hair while I whisper "will you miss me?" over and over.

I hope the first cold air of autumn smells like the hot chocolate we'd hold together during marching season.

I hope that when you're exhausted after a shift at the restaurant your bed feels like the bus seats we'd lie upside down on and talk for hours.

I hope that every pretty girl you meet sounds the way I did when I was confident and flirting with our haunted house coworkers.

I hope that your dog still waits for me to walk in at the DnD sessions even if I'll never roll a die or bury my face in his fur again.

I hope the sun feels warm on you like huddling under our blanket fort on band trips did.

I hope that every time you play S&S you remember the compliments you gave my art even though I was terrified of letting anybody but you see.

I hope that you still find yourself looking for my name on the passing grave stones when you take walks.

I hope that the songs we listened to together are shoved away into a separate playlist.

I hope you still remember that quote you said you wrote down of me every time your hands are covered in dirt.

I hope someday your writer's block goes away and you open your journal to find that polaroid you kept of me. When the music was good and I giggled about your crush.

I hope when the white roses bloom next spring you remember the way you said goodbye to me after our worst talk.

#i miss him. #i miss him even though I'll see him again after the weekend. #i miss him so much because he's finally gone. #he's finally let go of me and i hate myself for not being relieved. #please. let him be my best friend for just one more week.

[sw143]

2. The Ring

It is been 2 months after government imposed movement restriction order due to pandemic. No one can go out from their home without valid reason. Zack lay on his bed scrolling down his instagram. On these quarantine time, people are getting creative to fill up their time at home. Zack saw a lot of sharing by content creators on his social media. Some fills their time by trying new recipe on instagram, post a dance video on tiktok, write thread about conspiracy theories. While scrolling his instagram wall, Zack saw Callum's story post appeared. He click the thumbnail and watched the content.

"I want to give my mum this ring but the size not suit her, instead of keep it I want to let it go. Any interested buyer?" The text come with picture of two silver swarovski rings. One with large swarovski gem on the centre and small gems arranged around the ring and another same ring but without big swarovski stone on the centre.

Zack immediately sent him a message. "I'm interested". Zack wrote. "I buy with 15 dollars. Deal?".

"okay deal!" Callum replied.

That was fast. Zack did not expect such prompt reply from Callum.

"when you want to take these rings?" Callum ask.

"How about tommorow. I'm going to Image Mall to take something from my friend" Zack have an appointment with Diana. Diana's mother is a friend of Zack's mom. Lately Diana always like Zack's posts and stories on instagram. They even make few conversation through whatsapp and instagram. Zack can feel Diana interest on him but he just ignored it since he just want to make sure for a choice of love of his life.

"Okay see you tommorow then. Just give ma call when you are there. My house just 5 minutes from there." Callum replied and give Zack his contact number.

Zack lay facing his bedroom ceiling. His mind processing the thought of Callum willingness to take the deal. Zack start to think something but he immediately shut it down but the more he tried, the more he is force to think about it. Does Callum like me?

...................................

The clock on the wall shows twelve past twenty. Zack get himself ready to go out to meet Diana and Image mall.

"Im at the mall entrance" Zack texted Diana.

"Could you move to the starbucks area. There will be one lady hand in to you a paperbag. Let me know if you're done " Zack feel weird with this supposedly she is the one met him here but now the thing differen.

Zack drive his car to the starbucks and pull over and put on emergency light. He checking his phone while waiitng the lady as per told by Diana. As Zack sunk by his phone, Suddenly someone knocking the window car. One curvy lady with starbucks apron on, hand in to him a paperbag.

"Hi, this is for you from Ms. Diana" she said.

"Hi, oh thank you" soon as she back off. Zack raised the car window and drove to the side part of the mall. He take out his phone and texted Callum

"Hi Bro, I'm at the mall. Parked my car at the right side of the Mall"

Callum reply promptly "Okay will be there in 5 "

Zack looking around and enjoy the peaceful surrounding of the mall. Usually the mall will be busy at this hour but due to the movemont restriction order, less people come the mall.

Suddenly Ford Fiesta car parked in front of Zack's. One guy with shades, white t-shirt and black shorts come out from that car walk towards him. Zack bring down the windows. He was so nervous this is the first time we met this guy. Zack always struggle with first time meeting with people the first thing that comes to his mind is how people think abpout him. He always imagining negative perspective throw towards him.

Zack just waiting, He saw a young man with with small box in his hand.

"Hey, here you are. The rings". Callum said while hand in the small box.

"Hey, Thanks. By the way I'm Sorry. I tried transfer the money to you but seems the network was not really. The transaction can't went thru"

"No problem, it can be wait. No rush"

He looks like waiting for something. Does he hoping the conversation to be longer? Or does He hoping for Zack to invite him for a date? Zack also do not have idea about it. Zack suddenly end the silent moment by thank him for the rings and told him he need to drive back home. They both said their goodbyes and move on their way

[joshuasearing]

Hey journal sorry I haven’t wrote in this for a little while I have been struggling a lot also I have been also finding it hard to keep up with everything. Also to make matters worse I have felt sick and really I’ll fit the past few days. Anyways today I started my day of by snoozing my alarm a ridiculous amount of times. I was doing this as I felt so exhausted and also I felt really down this morning so I ended up having a hug with my mum this morning. She also ended up dropping me of to work as otherwise I would of been really late to work. Anyways once I got ready and got to work I actually got to work practically in time for once. Anyways once I started I came right into havoc as present was pending by one and it was only 7 am this means I decided to get all the food and get them bagged up and was giving them to the person on present. Also whilst doing this I was dropping and bagging hash browns as well. Anyways after a while I was out on present and that went ok it was not to bad. After a couple hours into my shift I was put on break after work I went on instore and this is where I was for the rest of my shift they also made me run loads of parks today and it was really hot all day so it was taking all my energy out of me it was not great. Also after a while it found myself becoming really demotivated and started to feel like shit.

Also during running parks I did have the odd rude customer but overall most of them were understanding and were ok with me. Also whilst walking back into the store no word of a lie i saw this car drive past in a spider man themed car and on top of that he was in a full spider man outfit. Also I was really hoping he would go through the drive thru but he didn’t which was really upsetting. Also one example of a rude customer I had today was she came up to me and explained that she had been waiting for her order since a certain time and I apologised really nicely and said I will check for her in a minute. As I had other orders to give out. Anyways she ended up saying to me “you probably ended up giving are order to the wrong person” so she was assuming basically which really pissed me of. Anyways once I came back in I saw the husband of the woman outside the present window asking for the order it was just a piss take. On a positive note they let me finish work and hour early as it was finally going quite and it had been a busy day. After work I got the bus to my gym and at the gym ended up doing a push session. After the gym I walked home and on the way going home I bought my mum a Pepsi max at Tesco as she rang me up saying she wanted one. Anyways since I’ve been home I have been relaxing also my mum ordered me, herself and my brother a macdonald’s. Also since I’ve been home I have wound my brother up a few times. Anyways speak to you later journal! Bye journal!

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[nickgerlich]

You Don’t Know Jack

When I think back to high school in Chicago’s south suburbs, I fondly recall going only a half-day my senior year, while working in the afternoons in a co-op program. It was a great deal that gave me a lot of retail experience, from stocking shelves to driving the delivery van. In large part, it shaped my desire to study marketing.

But the memories that elicit the biggest grins are from third-period Journalism. Sure, I wrote stories, edited, and did all of those things, but we also had a yearbook to produce. And since funding was tight even back then, we had to sell ads. Our teacher was oh-so-kind and secured hall passes as well as off-campus liberties for that hour, which my pals and I seized upon like vultures at a road kill. “Wanna go sell ads?” became our rallying cry a few days a week, which meant that we were sneaking off to Jack In The Box for a mid-morning nosh.

I honestly don’t remember if we ever sold an ad, but I got a head start on my “Freshman 15” long before I ever left for university.

I loved the old JITB units back then, because they looked like—well—a jack in the box, the kind we had all played with as kids. The goofy clown played a prominent role. The color scheme was very 70s. I had gone to a different JITB even earlier in my life when we lived in a different suburb, and I remember it being just as family-themed as this one. What wasn’t to like?

But then the 80s hit. I had been off at university in a place that had Burger Chef instead of JITB, and by the time I returned home after graduation, JITB had shed its fun image for one that targeted Yuppies. It marked the beginning of a steep decline for them. It was about as dumb a move as Chuck E. Cheese trying to reposition itself as a gourmet pizza parlor.

The chain has managed to hang on, though, and has 2168 restaurants in 21 states, not bad for a chain that lost its luster. But to be honest, it still feels like a chain that lost its way long ago, much like Burger King and its 7257 shops. Yes, both have many properties, but they’re not exactly top-of-mind.

But JITB aims to position itself better now for the 21C with a new prototype restaurant that is all about drive-thru, walk-up, and mobile ordering. Oh, and no in-store dining.

The goal is to shrink the physical footprint and thereby reduce build-out costs. With land often scarce, and building expenses sometimes prohibitively high, being able to slip in to a narrow strip of land could be very strategic. I’m thinking of all those Dutch Bros and Scooters coffee shops popping up everywhere than can almost be dropped into place.

In an interesting nod to the past, the new shops look like a modern rendition of a jack in the box toy. But today just as then, all that unused vertical space can be expensive to heat and cool, not to mention build. While current shops look somewhat vaguely reminiscent of the original buildings, albeit with earthy hues, they don’t do a good job stirring old memories.

Now I get it, to some extent. JITB realized that McDonald’s had cemented the kid-forward market position, and it can be suicidal to try to simply mimic your competitor. But McD’s has shed a lot of that positioning as well. After all, who wants to send their kid to the ball pit or playground equipment with COVID still very clear in the rear view?

Most importantly is JITB’s embrace of the new way of doing business. COVID also taught fast food customers that interior dining was not a necessity. The pandemic pushed us much farther along the experience curve with mobile ordering, as well as curbside pickup and deliveries. And the restaurants have responded, not just JITB, but nearly all the big chains.

The question remains whether this will be a long-term mistake. Will we once again yearn to eat burgers, tacos, whatever, inside once more? Will we tire of taking this stuff home, or even having it delivered? Or is this the new normal now?

But since there are no JITBs in Amarillo, I’ll just have to wait on checking out all of this. The prototype store is in Tulsa, a mere 400 miles away, and if I find myself doing another Route 66 adventure any time soon, I would most certainly stop by to check it out.

I might even try to sell them an ad.

Dr “Pop Goes The Weasel“ Gerlich

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