#SHE GOT THE RECIEPTS

[the-gayest-show]

consumed by thoughts about cedric the sorcerer, forced to be a normal high schooler

[itsthecline]

the greatest chapter four

it girl!reader x drew starkey smau

summary what are the odds?

previous chapter

DREW STARKEY SENT YOU A MESSAGE

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sorry about everyone ‘spawning’ in your comments

ahhhhhhahaha no it’s fine! ahaha

but it is because we’re all fans of you. if that helps!

ahh that’s so insane! thank you so much<3 me and

my friends LOVE outer banks:)

that means a lot. we love knowing people love

it as much as we do!

i swear me and kaylor talked about it all

the time if we could😭

maddie was the same way with love island😂

she got a bunch of us to watch it with her

good thing she did

hahaha! i luvvv her

how’s it being home now? you were there awhile

i missed my bed!

but i’m really surprised at how much support i have rn

yeah it definitely seemed like you felt alone in there

despite having leah, ree, and jana? yeah. i did lol

well you’re home now… what are you planning to do?

i have to be in nyc in two days to film😖

so that first, and then focus on my content

the reunion?

yeah we’re filming on the 14th soooo excited

jana has reciepts we been saving JUST for this

hmmmm the 14th in nyc

who are you ladies coming for?

haha yes i’ll be there for the whole week

jana got me and i got leah

so i’m coming for ethan’s funk ass

jana is going to call out andrea

pretty sure liv said she’s got my back on that too

yeah… that ethan guy sucks

i’ll be watching to see how you go about that one

oh! well let it be known i’m usually much more

graceful than i’m going to seem during the reunion

i’m sure you’ll handle yourself just fine

clocking ethan will actually possess my body…

u should be worried just a little bit

haha if somebody has to it should be you

maddie always loved when you got into it with him

he did my girl SO wrong how could i not😭

so did you watch it all back?

nay and i did whenever we got back!

we stayed at my house for the weekend and

binged it all, writing down the important

shit to bring up at the reunion

how was that process?

i can’t even watch myself act, so i can’t

imagine watching me go through what you did.

uhhhh ahaha yeah… it was rough

that’s why it took the whole weekend tbh

i bet it was difficult reliving everything

that on top of seeing my best friend’s from

a different pov definitely sucked ass

at least you’re home now! you can move on

that’s the plan. the show didn’t work for me, but it

turns out friendship island is much much better

yeah you seem to have found a good group

the best haha!

now it’s on to bigger n better

that’s the only way to go about it i think

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hmmmm the 14th in nyc

↳ this is actually so sus after ur lil comment

hello again

haha! that was my way of saying i’m

also going to be in new york i get there

tomorrow actually!

oh! ahahaha what are the odds lol

seems like i would have some free time too

haha i will too since i’m making a whole

weekend out of it with my best friend

let me know what you’re up to?

yeah for sure ha!

ISLAND GIRLS🥥🌴

kaylor baby🍰

okay but what r u guys wearing?

liv🖤

real question is:

is y/n bringing a date

y/n🪩

idt it’s that kind of event babe

oh nvm gtg

naynay🤍

LMAO pls tell me y’all kept talking w eo

kaylor🍰

ohhhhhh so you guys have been talking

leah boo🐴

and she left him on read!

naynay🤍

y/n no u didn’t

ree💓

be so fr bitch

liv🖤

WHAT

y/n🪩

😶😶😶😶 hehe no…

leah boo🐴

lyin ass

kaylor🍰

wait what! noooo why would u do that??

y/n🪩

anyways i’m wear a black floor length

dress and evening gloves gtg!

an my giggly girl just geeked drew dms her

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[justalunch-blog]

Ni-ki Cashier

pairing ; Stranger!Ni-ki x f!reader

synopsis ; Imagine bumping into a cute cashier at the mall, and suprisegly he's very into you...

genre ; Stangers au, best friend’s older brother, Surprise romance, fluff, protective older brother, oneshot.

word count ; 816

inspired by ; Life~ @_Oshawott_Osha (my wattpad)

this work contains Fluff, no smut yet ;)

note ; Hello there, this is my first story on Tumblr, but this is also a story i wrote a while ago on Wattpad. Hope you guys enjoy!

Authors pov

"Eommma! I'm going out with Euijoo Oppa!" y/n yells on her way out of the house.

"nee, Euijoo, take care of your sister!" their mother says before Euijoo also makes his way out.

"Ne, eomma, but she's 18 and can also take care of herself." Euijoo says as he steps out of the house.

"yahh! you're still her older brother!" Their mom says lastly before the door shuts.

y/n pov

"I really need some new summer clothes," I say happily.

"Let's get something to eat first y/nie," Euijoo suggests.

"okay Euijoo Oppa," I reply.

After a couple of minutes we got to the mall.

We both walked in and made our way to the food court.

"Hi, can I get your number?" A girl came up to ask my brother.

"uhhh..." Euijoo says with an awkward smile.

"Excuse me- ma'am my oppa has a girlfriend already," I say with an eye roll.

"oh, sorry, sorry" She says in emberrasement.

"thanks y/nie, Chaewon would really appreciate it too," He says.

"you’re welcome, Brotha, but you should be more direct…" I say with a giggle.

We continue and make our way to the sushi bar, where we usually get food from. Euijoo orders our usual, and we take a seat near the window area.

After 30 minutes we finish our food and continue on with our original plan.

"Which store do you want to go y/nie?" Euijoo asks.

"let’s go to N&H," I suggest.

"Okay let's go then" Euijoo says, giving me an affirmative nod.

We make our way to the store and I start to pick out a couple things.

I see a cute skirt that would look good with this cute spaghetti strapped crop top.

Oh, and these baggy jeans with this cute crop top, and this baggy shirt... and another pair of shorts as well.

I finish picking out what I want, and I head over to the cashier. I wait in line patiently for my turn.

I looked over to the cashier to see how long it will still take. The line wasn’t huge, but I noticed something, the cashier... he’s pretty tall and pretty good looking, he looks around my age.

I shrug it off as I get close to the cashier.

"h-hello, i-is this all you’re getting?" The cashier asks.

hmmm his ears are red, i say as i scan his face.

"yeah, this is all, thanks" I say with a smile.

"o-oh okay," He says as he scans my stuff and folds the clothes to put them in the bag.

cute~ he's getting nervous... But, why? i dont think I'm that intimidating or pretty...

"t-that will be 67,000₩, are you part of the rewards plan?" He asks, still flushed.

"Yes, I'm a part of it, here's the bar code," I say as I give him my phone for him to scan the code.

He scans the code, "okay, with the points you have, youre down to 50,000 ₩," He says, with a small smile.

"Here you go," I say as I hand him some cash. He sticks out his hand so I can place it on his palm. As I retrieve my hand our skin touches, making him turn red again.

He’s so cute!!

He hands me my reciept, "thank you, have a g-good day," He says with a smile still slightly red.

…for a guy that is that good looking,  he certainly gets flustered easily...

"Thanks! you too," I say giving him a genuine smile.

He smiles again, I turn to walk out of the store and giggle to myself.

"Wait!" I hear a familiar voice yell out.

I turn and see the cashier waving at me to wait, "yes?" I asked confused.

"h-hi, I-i, My name is Niki, Can i have your number," He says, an intense shade of red finding its way back on his face.

"uhh- sure, here," I say, a little taken aback, handing him my phone.

"r-really???" He says a bit shocked.

"yeah," I say with a wide smile. As he takes my phone to punch in his number.

"here," he says after he's done.

"I'll call you, so you can have my number," I say, clicking the call button.

RING RING!

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and saves my number.

"I'll text you later, Whats your name?" Niki says before he heads back.

"y/n," I say with a smile.

"got it, y/nie," He says, making me blush a little.

"y-yeah, ill text you later, then niki, my brother must be looking for me," I say as i walk away.

"y/nie!!!! where have you been?!?!?!" Euijoo says lightly, hitting my head.

"sorry, euijoo oppa, i got distracted," I say, rubbing my head, as Euijoo and I walk together.

"who was that guy? huh!??" He starts to question.

"a guy," I say looking away.

"what’s his name, how did you meet him? Where is he from? did-" he continues to question.

"Euijoo, Euijoo!” I exclaimed to get him to stop bombarding me with questions.

“he's the cashier in the N&H, and I just met him, he asked for my number," I say, looking away again.

"hmmmmmm- he better be good to you then," He says as we continue to walk out of the mall.

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[thecapricunt1616]

NURSE!!! NURSE!!! SHE BROKE OUT OF HER CAGE TO POST MORE- Dad!Carmy brainrot for you all 😉🫶

— so I Imagine him getting a call in the middle of the night, you’re heavily pregnant with your third. His Apple Watch thankfully woke him (you’d be worried for him to get a call so late). He gets up without waking you going into the living room and answering to hear your teen daughters watery voice at the end of the line and she’s all “Daddy promise you won’t be mad at me” (more below)

He’s immediately grabbing his keys, putting on his shoes and brown plaid coat that he’s had longer than she’d been alive, or then he’d even been knowing you for that matter - his heart thumping in his chest and throat tightening. “Sweetheart why aren’t you home right now?! are you safe? Tell me wha’s wrong- what happened- I won’t be upset honey” he assured her, his stomach clenching at the thought of her hurt.

“P-paisley wanted me to go t’this party with her and - and the police came daddy and she left me there alone- and I got arrested. Come get me I don’t wanna die in hereeee” she sobbed dramatically. He sighed gratefully, starting the car.

“You aren’t going to die princess. Give me 20 minutes mm? And we can talk ‘bout y’punishment w’mommy t’morrow” he said and she huffs

“You’re gonna snitch on me T’mommy?! Daddy you’re being so unfair! “ she whined

He chuckled a bit, “I’m bein’ very fair. I love you babygirl I’ll s’ya soon” he said and hung up. He knew if he’d have woken you, you would have freaked out and panicked at the thought of your little girl drunk and scared and alone. Considering how far along you were currently the stress could most definitely cause early labor and he did not want to deal with that tonight.

He’d make it to the police station fast bc ofc when he was picking a home for his family it would be super close to one for safety reasons and when he walked in and saw his baby sitting in a holding cell with other adults being held on misdemeanor charges, his heart would break.

She would be curled into herself on the bench, knees flush to her chest hugging herself, cheeks tear stained, big blue doe-like eyes puffy and red with thick tears that were still falling. He wanted to pick her up like she was 2 again - even though the top of her head hit his shoulder now, and cradle her like the baby he couldn’t help but see any time he looked at her.

“Oh princess” he said softly and she looks up, quickly standing up and she couldn’t help but burst in to sobs as relief washed over her when she finally saw her dad, who had never let her down from the day she was born - he was always there for her, as were you, but Carmy was always softer on the kids then you were because his dad never showed any of his siblings softness, so he wanted to be sure the kids always trusted him in that way

“Daddy you came! I’m so scared please please I’ll never do it again please get me out of here dad I’m so sorry I’m so so sorry daddy” she broke down and he felt tears pushing at the back of his eyes he could only swallow back because they were in public.

“You- hey-“ he snaps his fingers and the cop standing outside the holding cell door finally acknowledges him “I’m her fuckin father- let ‘er out. Now.” He said annoyed with the man’s lack of attention for his own job.

“She’s unable to be released until her fine is paid” he said and shrugged “it’s the law”

Carmen dug the stupid reciept paper he’d shoved in his pocket that he’d paid the front clerk when he got here, pushing it to his chest “open the fucking door, jagoff. Shes 16 the fuck is wrong with you she’s a baby” he said angrier, voice getting louder.

“Sir I’m gonna need you to calm down.” He said and Carmen rolled his eyes, 2 words he hated hearing even more than anything when put together.

“Look at the fucking paper. And let my daughter go” he snapped, holding his baby’s hand through the bars gently and rubbing a soothing thumb over her knuckles, she was shaking like a leaf.

“Mmm” the man grumbled, opening up the door and she rushed into Carmen’s arms. He kisses the top of her head tenderly, wrapping her in a tight bear hug.

“Y’never allowed t’scare me like that again angel girl” he mumbled into her hair, breathing in her scent that he could pick out even in his sleep as his baby girl.

“I’m sorry daddy I’m so so sorry” she mumbled over and over, tears soaking his shirt. He hushed her how he did when she was just a baby and rubbed her back soothingly.

“S’okay babygirl I think y’learned y’lesson mm? Y’think you wanna go out drinkin again before y’21?” He teased lightly and she sniffled, shaking her head lightly. He didn’t care that she was getting snot all over him, or that she was staining one of his near $80 white shirts with her mascara and eyeliner she’d gotten with a Ulta gift card ‘Santa’ had gotten her, since Carmen couldn’t bare the fact his baby girl was growing up.

“No- no daddy I promise. I promise I’ll never do it ever again. Please don’t tell mommy” she pleads and looks up at him with big watery eyes. He carefully thumbed away the large rings of black under her eyes and cups her face tenderly.

“Sweetheart I am not in control of what mommy does. You know this, and I can’t lie to mommy. Are you asking me t’lie t’mommy? M’already riskin’ my spot in bed by not waking her up t’tell her ‘bout this” He asked sternly, she knew that lies were a big boundary in your family - they just hurt people unless they were ‘happy lies’ aka surprises like gifts or sweet things, but withholding information from each other in fear of making someone upset was a big no no in your house.

She huffed annoyed, lip quivering and she nuzzled back into his chest “unfair. Mommy is gonna ground me forever” she whined.

“Mm - maybe she should ground you. What the hell is this outfit? She’s not gonna be happy ‘bout this, y’gonna get sick” he tells her. She was in nothing but a tank top dress, flimsy nylons, and a half cardigan. He wraps his jacket around her shoulders as they walk out to the car, of course he couldn’t care less about freezing his ass off because his baby needed to be warm even if it was a short walk to his SUV.

“It’s cute dad and m’not gonna get sick! All the girls were wearing dresses like this!” She snapped sassily as she buckled in.

“Mm cute - sure pumpkin. What were you even doin’ - what party was worth the rage of y’mother? Especially when you know she’s been in a mood lately” he asked. A mood was what he called it, you were really just overly hormonal and sore and giving birth within the next 14 days, so everything was ticking you off

“Hally Hawkins party dad. Only the coolest senior at school!! If I was the only one who wasn’t there how was I supposed to ever find a date to the winter ball next month?!” She huffed, crossing her arms

“Date?!” His eyes widen “since when did we say you could date?!” He asked quickly “you aren’t dating you- you can’t date until you’re married!” He said seriously to which she just giggled

“How am I supposed to get married if I don’t date daddy! I’m 16 now! I’m getting my license soon! I should be able to hold hands with a boy I like-“

“Hold hands?!” He exclaims “who the hell is holdin’ y’hand? No- no. No! I’m the only man that holds y’hand and it’s to help you across the street” he grips the steering wheel tighter “y’too little” he said and she whines

“Daddy I’m not little! I’m 16! You promised to stop calling me little” she pushes his hand away at a stoplight when he goes to fix the strap of her dress out of habit “daaaad!!!” She whines and he huffs

“Quit all the whinin’! Y’little as long as y’live w’me and that means that y’not dating and y’not holding hands” he pulls into your driveway, turning the lights off before as to not wake you. “And quiet comin inside- if you wake y’sister mommy is gonna be upset she’s been havin’ a hard time sleepin’ “ he opened her door, taking her purse and helping her out of the car.

“Is this mommy’s?” He holds up the purse and she takes it from him, holding it to her chest defensively.

“She never wears it anymore what- are you gonna snitch?! If you do I’ll tell her about you eating all her ice cream” she teased and headed to the door

He gasped, “you wouldn’t dare- you’d sell out y’own father?! After he just went and picked y’ass up outta the slammer. Maybe I shoulda let you stay there eh’? A night in jail may teach you some manners missy” he jokes as he unlocks the door, not seeing the kitchen light on.

“Where were you!” You were stood at the end of the hallway, fluffy robe and slippers on, hand over your bump as you stood there while nervously pacing. Carmy and your Daughter give eachother the we’ve been caught look before Carmy looks at you, as you narrow your eyes at your daughters arm adorning a very familiar looking black bag.

“Is that- red lipstick…and my purse?!”

[howlingday]

Raven: (Going through wallet) Old reciept... Old coupon... Nearly expired- Ooh, better keep that. Ah, Jackie~!

Raven: I ever shown you the love of my life?

Jaune: Wow, he's fancy, Ms. Branwen!

Raven: Yup! Voted Mr. Remnant three years in a row!

Nora: Daaamn, Rae! You landed that?! You must be some kind of rizzler!

Raven: ...I'm a what?

Nora: Like you got skibidi rizz on gyatt!

Raven: What did you say?!

Jaune: Sh-She's just saying you're... charismatic!

Nora: Yeah, like based and goaded with the sauce!

Raven: ...

Raven: (Grabs Jaune) WHAT THE HELL IS CHARISMATIC?!

[xmycxx]

tattoo!artist Ellie's sketchbook

Part 1 | Part 2

Okay i headcannon that her journal is a fuckin mess (like mine)

like, random tattoo designs on one page, random things like ticket stubs and a business card of an ice cream place she liked and some sketches of you all on the same page

tis a fucking mess

you found it once, she was watching a movie with you on your couch, except it wasn't something she enjoyed but wanted to spend time with you

leading to you laying in her lap, watching a movie, while she used her sketchbook on the armrest to sketch "tattoo designs" she was sketching you

she couldn't help it!!! you just looked so fuckin adorable all comfy in her lap and giggling at the jokes in the movie even though you've heard them a thousand times before

after like, half an hour of holding it in, she finally nudges you off to go pee, you pout but let her leave and just sorta awkwardly sit there, fighting with yourself not to open the notebook that she bookmarked with her pencil

eventually you decide you'll just say that it got knocked over when she got up and quickly open it, careful to keep the pencil in the same place

the page you open to is filled with sketches of where she is, her feet on the foot rest in front of her with some dialogue she found funny on the TV in the background, the lil poster you have above the tv, and finally, you

she sketched your side profile, the way your hair is falling on her lap, a smaller sketch of her fingers in your hair, and your favorite, one of your hands clinging to her free one and kissing her knuckles

you looked through some of the other ones, trying your best to not drop the ticket stubs or random stuff she'd tucked into the journal

a few pages back, you found the reciept for the dinner on your first date, with a sketch of how you looked that day doodled on top of it

looking back a little further, she found the napkin you'd written your number on along with a sketch of the tattoo you'd come in to get, with a small note that said "basic" with an eye roll emoji

you laughed, thinking she couldn't get any cuter, but the second the door opened, you remembered she would kill you for this, you tuck the pencil in what you tHOUGHT was the right page and resumed your position on the cough, feigning innocence

ellie fuckin knows something is wrong when you're fidgeting, and it confirms it when she settles back with your head into her lap and she notices the pencil is on a different page

her face turns such a bright red, she couldn't be happier you didn't see it

clearing her throat, she asks you "so, did you like what you saw?"

"Yep, loving the movie from here els." you replied, praying she wasn't talking about the notebook

"Seriously? you didn't even look at the good pages." She pouted, quickly flipping through and showing you a few pages she was really proud of

it had some tattoo designs for you, a few sketchses of your face, a ticket stub from the first time you invited her to your place and she came by the subway, everything

it was gorgeous, she was gorgeous

though she didn't forgive you for sneaking through her things and tickled you till you apologized a hundred times over by kissing her, it still wasn't enough as she dragged you into the bedroom, notebook long forgotten

A/N: I had this idea yesterday when i was talking to someone about my sketchbook. anyway like 300 of y'all have seen this AU, one of you has to have some ideas for this? requestss?

[sentientcave]

Part 1 - Part 2

Contains: Gals being pals, homoerotic speculation, brief mentions of alcohol and kink (conversationally)

SFW - Word Count: ~2.8k

You only had a few days to get used to living with Soap before she was gone again, but now, without her exuberant presence, the apartment feels emptier than it did when it was just you living there. You fall into a familiar pattern, running the occasional errand, but mostly just getting up, getting coffee, going to work and going home. It’s… lonelier than you expected.

You’re not sure when to expect her back. When you’d asked, she’d just laughed. “As long as it takes, kitty. Dinnae worry. I’ll have Katie send ye the rent if I’m no’ back before month end.” She didn’t explain who Katie was, and you were a bit afraid to ask. She’d probably just tell you that it’s a classified matter anyway.

The idea that she could be gone that long, or even longer, makes your stomach clench with worry. Perhaps you’ve only known Jamie for a week or so, really, but she’s already gotten under your skin and made a home for herself. There’s signs of her all over your apartment too— The big green couch, her 3 in 1 soap in the shower (That you’re pretty sure she didn’t use once during the days she’d been there, electing instead to use your products), her winter jacket in the closet, her ‘going out’ boots in the hall. A picture of her and her cousins stuck to the fridge with a Rangers Football Club magnet. It’s the only picture you have of her, and it’s many years old, featuring a gangly, teenaged Jamie that hadn’t filled out into the powerhouse of a woman that you’d met.

You’re wiling away the hours at work, when your favourite barista, Alex, comes in after her shift and chats with you while she browses the romance section. She only ever buys the ones with horny oil paintings on the cover. For the aesthetic, she says, but you're pretty sure she's just a harlequin fan. You can’t blame her. You love a good romance too.

"You ever go to those workshops?" she asks while you’re cashing her out. She gestures at the board behind you. "I've been thinking about going to the ropes one, but haven't worked up the courage to go alone."

"No! I probably should sometime. I think my landlord runs one of them. I'm not sure which though." You slide her books into a paper bag and hand her the receipt.

"Here. I'll give you my number in case you ever want someone to go with. I think it could be fun." She scribbles down her number on the back of her receipt and slides it back across the counter to you with a smile. “I’ve been thinking about—”

The door jangles. “Heya, kitty!” It’s Jamie, grinning ear to ear, a freshly healed scar on her chin and a bandage on her arm, covering half of her SAS tattoo. She sidles past Alex and comes around the counter to hug you tightly. She smells like sweat and gunpowder. She must have come straight to you after getting home. “Missed ya. Been a right slog the last few weeks. Ghost got hisself shot and ugh, he’s all fine out in the field, carryin’ on no problem, but as soon as we’re back at the safe house he’s cryin’ about how much he needs me tae take care of him. Just an absolute wet biscuit of a man.” She glances over at Alex, like she hadn’t even noticed her standing there. “Oh, hello, cutie. Sorry, didnae mean to interrupt.” Her eyes zero in on the reciept with the phone number scrawled across it.

“Oh, it’s, um, it’s fine,” Alex says nervously. “Are you— Um—”

“Alex, this is Jamie. She’s my new roommate. Jamie, Alex. She works at the coffee shop down the way.”

Jamie sticks a hand out, but leaves her other arm wrapped around you. “Nice ta meet you. Been in there a couple times but ye must work the mornin’ shift, aye? I’m always due on base early mornin’.”

“So, you’re, um, military?” Alex asks. She winces slightly when Soap shakes her hand.

“Sure am. Sorry, hen, didnae mean to squeeze so hard. Ye get used to it bein’ a bloody cock measuring contest with the lads on base. Gotta adjust for civvies.” She smiles apologetically. “What were you girlies goin’ on about before I came in? Don’t want to leave your conversation unfinished before I get to monopolizin’ our girl’s time, aye?”

“We were just talking about the workshops. On the board. Alex mentioned that she was thinking about going to the ropes one.”

“Is that the one yer handsome landlord runs?” Soap asked. “And is it like, knots for boats and whatnot, or the fun kind? Wouldnae mind tyin’ ye up, kitty.”

“I’m… Not sure. It’s kind of unclear, but there’s an email listed. I’ll get some clarification.” You give Soap a side-long glance. She looks a bit more excited than you’re sure what to do with. “And besides that, there’s no way I’m letting you tie me up.”

The light in her eyes only gets more intense. “You gonna tie me up, kitty? Have yer way with me?”

Alex clears her throat, looking a bit nervous. “Well, um. I’ll see you around. Text me and let me know about the course. Or if you just want to hang out. I’m free after one like every day.”

“I can also keep you apprised of when we get a truck-load of harlequins in, give you the first go through,” you say. “I’ll see you Wednesday, eh?”

“Yeah. Bright and early.” She smiles at you. “And, um, nice to meet you, Jamie the roommate.”

“See ye around, Alex the coffee girl.” Soap waited for the door to close behind Alex before she spoke again. “Looks like she’s got a little crush on ye, kitty. Didnae know I had so much competition.”

You roll your eyes. “She doesn’t. She’s just being friendly.”

“Oh sure, kitty. Me too.” Soap withdrew a step and leaned against the counter. “Ye want to come out for a pint tonight? It’s a tradition, with me and the lads. We go out, get blootered, captain goes home early, Gaz flirts with someone’s girlfriend, and then we have a scrap outside an’ Ghost breaks it up. Ye can help him, it’ll be good ta have another voice’f reason to balance us out.”

“I think a pint is a far cry from, er, getting blootered,” you say, laughing. “But sure. I don’t start work till eleven tomorrow. I can stand to get a little silly. So long as you’re sure the lads don’t mind. I don’t want to overstep.”

“No’ possible. They like you a lot. Maybe a little too much, if ye ask me. I’m goan to head home and get cleaned up, aye? Do ye mind if I eat the leftovers in the fridge? I’m starvin’.”

“You already ate them, didn’t you?” you ask. There was really no other reason why she would know that there were leftovers to eat.

“Weal. Yes. But yer a kind soul, kitty. I knew ye’d say yes. I’ll buy all yer drinks tonight tae make up for it.”

“Oh fine,” you say. It’s hard to even imagine being mad at her. You suspect that it’s a waste of energy, when she’s just a big puppy dog of a person. Scolding her for anything isn’t likely to change her behaviour, it’s just going to make her feel terrible during the scolding. And you don’t quite have the heart to scold Soap, with her big blue eyes. “I was going to go round to the shops tonight, so maybe you can go tomorrow? I have a list, and I can give you money for it. I just work till five and I won’t have a chance.”

“I can do tha’, kitty. When d’ye get off work today? Three?”

“Five. A couple more hours. Shouldn’t be long.”

“Hours! Aw, c’mon, kitty.” She pouted, as though that were going to get you out of work any faster. “Can’t ye close up early? There’s no one here.”

“Jamie, it’s my job. If I closed up early every time I felt like it I wouldn’t have a job for very long, and then you’d be the one looking for a new roommate.”

Jamie grumbled about how she wouldn’t let that happen, as if she had any control over the state of your finances, but headed home to shower without too much more complaining, although she rather disconcertingly mentioned offhand, as she was heading out the door, that she would go through your closet and find you something cute to wear. You really hoped that didn’t mean pull everything out of your dresser drawers and make a mess.

Things pick up at the shop enough to keep you from dwelling on what Jamie was up to— And she was uncharacteristically quiet on her end as well, only texting you once with a blurry picture of Red Herring scampering down the hallway captioned with CREATURE SIGHTING, and a second one of her and Red cuddled up on the couch, faces smushed together. You take a sneaky picture of a customer with a yellow coat and bright orange boots with Big Bird: Confirmed written across it. You’re careful to leave their face out of frame, but you do feel a bit bad about it, and elect to ‘accidentally’ not ring through one of the books, giving it to them for free instead. The return text makes your transgression against public decency almost worth it.

LMFAOOO&lt;

Finally, it’s time to lock up the store and walk home. It gets dark early now, and the sun is already setting over your street, the shadows growing long, the gold light of dusk painting the edges of the clouds, and the buildings with a little gilt paint. It feels good to know that Jamie’s home. You feel like you can breathe properly again, like you’d been holding your breath for weeks and weeks, not knowing if she was alright. You’d been sleepwalking through your days, and you’re finally awake again, able to appreciate the colour of the sky and the half-familiar and familiar faces you walk by. You know you must be smiling, because you get plenty of smiles in return.

Happiness is an infectious thing.

You check the mailbox for the usual pile of flyers and bills, and sort through them on the way up the stairs. Mostly just junk, and your internet and credit card bills. And an envelope with so many stamps on it that your address is written off to the side in cramped letters. There’s no return address on it.

You unlock the door and drop your bag to the side, in it’s usual spot. Soap’s work boots are neatly placed beside the nearly identical ‘going out’ boots, dusty and worn in from the weeks away. Jamie is sitting at the table, scribbling in a notebook, Red Herring sitting on the table beside her, bapping at the end of her pen every time it approaches his side of the notebook.

"Hm-- Oh! Hi, kitty!" Jamie closes the notebook, tucking her pen inside, and gets up from her seat at the table. Her hair is wet, down around her shoulders to air dry, and she's wearing a tank top and a pair of black boxer shorts with a skull pelvis on them. You suspect that they belong to Ghost. The idea that he wears skulls all the way down to his skivvies makes you like him even more.

Are they dating? You're not sure what the rules are for military relationships, but you suspect that a lieutenant dating a sergeant is not allowed under usual circumstances. Not that you could blame them. Ghost is huge and actually pretty sweet, under the growly voice and mask. He was covered in cat hair by the time he'd gone home, all those weeks ago, because Red liked him so much. And Jamie was a tall, beautiful, muscled-up amazon woman. And they had their whole warriors bond thing going on. It wouldn't be a surprise for them to be interested in each other. The flirting she’s been doing with you is likely no more than just playful fun. You don’t really mind, you just have to keep yourself from reading into it too much.

“Welcome home, by the way,” you say as Soap grabs you into an even tighter hug than before. “I missed you. And I was starting to get worried.”

“You didnae get my letter?” she asked.

“Letter?” you ask. You hold up the envelope with all the stamps. “This?”

“Oh! Guess it didnae make it back before I did. No time to read it right now, kitty. Ye’ve got ta get ready.” She pulls the stack of mail from your hand and tosses it down on the counter before dragging you down the hallway towards your room.

“Do I have time to shower?” you ask mildly.

“Do ye need to?” Soap leans in and sniffs you audibly, trying not to laugh. “Smell fine to me, kitty.”

You giggle and swat her away. “I could smell better."

“Bah. Fine. I’ll wait in yer room, I found a few cute outfits for ye.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be a few, if you want to get ready yourself.”

“Psshh, it only takes me a minute. Want ye to help me with my eyeliner too, if you don’t mind. Ye do that little swooptie thing? Whenever I try tha’ I cannae get them even.”

“Of course.”

You shower and towel dry your body, before you wrap it around yourself. It's one of those nice extra big ones that actually covers everything. You bought it after making a mad dash across the hall when Fern's boyfriend was staying over, trying not to flash him, and made the decision immediately after to not go through that kind of stress again. He had become a too-regular presence in your home to ignore in the months before Fern moved in with him.

Jamie makes you try on five different outfits before letting you settle on a skirt that hits around the knee and a flowy yellow tank top, and she finally goes to get dressed herself while you dab on makeup and fix your hair. After weeks apart, having Soap back is refreshing, even if she does have a low tolerance for personal space. Out in the field, that closeness is probably necessary, it probably keeps her and her teammates alive, but here it only serves to fluster you and set your off balance. Jamie doesn’t seem at all aware what effect she has on you, and her flippant, flirty comments don’t help matters either.

Helping her do her makeup is the trickiest part, really. She’s twitchy and fidgety, and you end up pinning her flat to the flat to your bed, one hand holding her jaw and the other holding your eyeliner pen, a knee on either side of her rib cage. The angle is awkward when you do the other eye, and you have to lean in closer, steadying your wrist against her forehead. You don’t remove your hand from her jaw until you’ve finished either, well aware that she’ll start talking the moment you release her and make it impossible to finish up neatly.

“There!” you say, sitting back to admire your handiwork. She blinks up at you for a long moment, her blue eyes made all the more bright by the contrasting band of black on her upper lid. “Actually—” You twist and grab your makeup bag, and grab her face again, adding a swipe of peachy pink lip-gloss to her mouth.

Uncharacteristically, she just lays there for a moment, still quiet, looking dazed and flushed. For a moment, you feel a rush of… Well, you would hesitate to call it euphoria, but there’s a certain satisfaction in rendering Soap speechless and pink, when she’s an amazon, and you’re just a round little woman who’s idea of a workout is stocking shelves and crating books around.

But then again, you are sitting directly on her diaphragm, and you know you aren’t light. “Oh, goodness, I’m squishing you, aren’t I?” you scramble to get off of her, and offer her a helping hand up. “We should get going.”

“Right. Yeah. O’course, kitty. Let’s go.” She pulls in a deep breath, shaking off the daze, her familiar devastating grin sliding back into place. “Wouldnae want to keep the lads waiting, aye?”

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but you think, just maybe, she does want to keep them waiting. You snag a cardigan from your closet and stop to to give Redd Herring a scritch behind the ears before you follow her out into the hallway and lock up the apartment.

She offers you her arm, like she’s some kind of gentleman (which she would not be, even if she was a man), and you take it, looking forward to the night out.

***

Image Credits:

Top Row: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 Bottom Row: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 Background

Any other graphics used are canva elements

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

What is the most trouble you’ve ever been in?

when i was twelve, i spent one of my father's allotted weekends with him. he was paying for food and i was able to see the keychain on his keys.

for some fucking reason. for some unknowably insane and extremely stupid goddamn reason. he had a keychain of his debit card. it was just a tiny little version of his actual debit card with the numbers on it. i dont know why the credit card company thought this was a good idea.

anyway i saw my dad's mini card on his keychain and in the span of the 90 seconds it took for him to pay for my Egg Platter kids meal, i memorized the number.

i frequented inuyashaworld.com and at the time they had debuted 'game bots' which were stolen fanart on little bots that could 'learn' from you.

they were $5. i wanted a little sesshoumaru bot. i did not have $5. what i DID have was my dad's card number. in my brain. from six hours ago. i put in his info, and back then all you needed was the name and the card number.

my dad had slow as fuck internet so the page didn't load immediately. i clicked the 'submit' button like 3 to 5 times. it charged my dad 3-5 times. he had roughly 2 dollars in his account. he went negative and was charged an insufficient funds fee of $50. every time. this happened multiple times, until the page finally loaded and i stopped clicking.

when i was caught (almost immediately because his bank called to tell him he was negative by $300) i was told that i had to tell my mom what i did, and he would call her that night to make sure i did.

i was grounded from all computers for 2 months including going to the library, and i was no longer allowed to use the computer at my dads place at all, and i was only able to sneak using the gamecube at night in the dining room while everyone was asleep. my dad's girlfriend had already been treating me like a nuisance and now that i was a full on criminal i was a complete burden to her. i had to sleep on the tile floor in the kitchen because she told my dad i might steal from her house if i was allowed to sleep in a room on a bed. and he agreed with that. my pillow was a throw pillow from the couch and my blanket was the dogs blanket from the couch.

i had to keep the door open when i showered (which was "fine" because the glass was frosted) and when i went to the bathroom, i was timed. and i wasn't allowed to use the bathroom more than once an hour, even if i had been drinking a lot of water. one time i nearly peed myself, got in trouble for breaking the one hour rule, and got a new one hour rule stating i wasn't allowed to have more than one glass of water in an hour. even if it was spilled or otherwise compromised, as her shitheel grandkids often did by sprinkling dog hair and dirt into my cup.

on christmas eve that year i was forced to go to sleep (on the couch--luxury) at 9pm "with the kids", and forced to wake up at 6am. despite the hour, i was not allowed to open my present, singular, until i showered. which was only after the adults showered. then until everyone showered. then because one of the grandkids threw a tantrum it became until after lunch. then until everyone else opened theirs. my gift was a fluffy robe and a pair of socks, in this ugly ashy brown color. the reciept was in the box. it was purchased on december 22nd.

i tried dealing with it for another year before i just couldn't anymore and refused to go to my dads a few months after i turned 13. he didn't even question it, he just immediately accepted it.

the crime was stealing five dollars from my dad at age 12.

the punishment was no longer having a dad.

[skeleton--orchestra]

and here is the said phone doodle but very very cropped bcs i was also. drawing nefarious light :3 but i dont have anything for her design yet so i was just fucking around but shhh after her i’m drawing curious :D

Not long ago, I re-listened to your voice headcanons, searched up the Ultrakill Gabriel voice on YT (Never heard of Ultrakill before), and am laughing at all the memes. Thanks for leading me to discover what drunk Guiding Light is like.

"This one time, I sp—... I spiked a Screech into a field goal."

OK HONESTLY…I GOT MOST OF THOSE VOICES FROM OTHER VOICE CLAIM VIDEOS…

Honestly, I barely even know wtf Ultrakill is except that it’s a game my friend likes and that Gabriel goes apeshit at one point. but uuhh your welcome for the somewhat unrelated angel man content 👍

[speaknow-sw]

Emma is another thing, she’s just plain rude to do that. Her little edit when she says Hayden looks at her like idk what was soooo out of place I’m disgusted.💀 | I KNOW this will piss off those on the vendetta against the other one, but I guarantee that dilemma is the one behind everything and I mean E V E R Y T H I N G and not the other girl people have talked about

like think of it, just hear me out please...

dilemma has done the following:

stalking hayden and briar and rachel on numerous occasions (no matter how many people deny this stuff, the proof has been out in the open the entire time)

lying on numerous occasions about a fake connection with hayden

making up fake scenerios of things that didn't happen

bragged about having his number (she never did and neither did anyone else) and faked texts from hayden

makes a parasocial based edit recently about herself and hayden

has always been disturbingly public about her parasocial relationship with hayden

has lied about being a war veteran (she posted it on her story a photo of herself in a uniform costume with the caption of a local pizza place not treating her with respect, last veterans day in the us)

has fought with numerous other fans and many people have reciepts on this so other anons don't come for me because all the evidence is out there already

has actual information on the addresses (even though everything in that category was already known by the fanbase, i've seen at least 10% of other "fans" on tiktok posting videos of the school and both hayden's and rachel's addresses before tiktok took them down - only one video on hayden's address is up still: https://www.tiktok.com/@sasha__darling/video/7153423947063692590 from a realtor doing a walk in tour for buyers)

MORE STUFF THAT WOULD MAKE THIS SUBMISSION TOO LONG

AS FOR THE OTHER GIRL - and no I am not defending anyone and I do not want people to assume I am impersonating anyone, so once more do not come for me...

yes we have disturbing voice messages and "photos", are they vastly unhinged? definitely

has there been anything more of it since then? not that I am aware or have seen.

do they appear to have come from a dm and not a public post on another site or whatever? of course, just look at the videos of the voice notes... I know people are bored and they don't like drama and stuff but people genuinely need to realize that one is simply just saying shit for attention and as far as I've heard, they're not online anymore?? while dilemma is still online and still doing messed up sus shit...

Please leave evie alone and focus more on the one that's actively being a problem - ✨✨✨

okay I didn’t know about certain infos and genuinely wtf. I mean it, like Emma’s the real problem. And I see countless of girls under her posts saying things like « Yes girl, you go get him » or shit like this. She’s like half his age, he’s got a daughter, an ex, a career and you’re here doing shit posting about a poor old man who just wants to please his fans. I know that he wasn’t appreciated back in 2005 and now that the real fans are coming out he wants to suck up this love and please his fans. And you repay his kindness by making edits of you two supposedly falling in love and doxxing his 10yo school address ?

[bookishjules]

while i was babysitting my girls yesterday, we had quiet time for them to do their homework so i pulled out my book and well.. i am a very expressive reader when emotions are high so at one point, my 13yo (who recommended the book to me) scribbled out a note, got up from her desk, walked over to me and held it in front of my face. the note said "everything is going to be okay -> you look like someone died" which i thought was (a) so sweet and also (b) hilarious because there was literally no danger occuring. i was just worried about a certain character's feelings being hurt by his friends not trusting him.

anyway my 13yo walked away and tore the paper in half as she went to throw it away so i dramatically gestured for her to bring it back lol i just wanted to save the note but she handed me a pencil with it too, so i just explained to her why i was concerned and she just nodded like :( but anyway now i have a torn piece of paper with a very large note folded up as my bookmark in addition to the little reciept with my gym routine drawn out on the back that was already in there hehe

[toournextadventure]

I've actually had someone try to return their kid, I was working the customer service desk and an older lady and her adult son got in an arguement and she asked if she could return him since he was born there back when the building used to be part of a hospital. I didn't know what to and just blurted out that unfortunately it has been WAY past the 90 day return policy, but if he filled out a job application and came back with the "reciept" and another form of ID, we could keep him for up to 40 hours a week for $X an hour. Thankfully they found it funny and he turned down the job since he was making like $30-$35 an hour at the job he already had.

STOP that's one of the funniest things I've ever heard

[velvetvexations]

just wanted to say i think u rlly should be more careful about the anons u post. its prty well known terfs go and stir up shit in other ppls inbox periodically, so i feel like u should be more careful??? idk i just know that posting incorrect stuff sorta what got this started and since then uve published asks that are just incorrect/untrue (like plaidos didnt compare herself to malcolm x, for example, she was correcting an anon on the use of the word cracker)..... i feel like u should at least make sure the info you post under other peoples names is at least like, idk, true? like u r still tagging her name with asks ab her that are untrue. that might be why these ppl arent taking u as seriously as they should be maybe, and why they got mad in the first place...? idk tho hope this doesnt come off as too mean

I deleted the transmedicalism asks since there wasn't receipts, and though the anon later DM'd me to testify to their claims I will not be making them again absent those reciepts. If she wants to unblock me and debate specific actions she's accused of where people can provide proof of her directly saying or doing something she's certainly allowed to but I'm not going to act like her saying "this is misinformation" automatically makes something misinformation.

Furthermore, they lie about me as much on a greater scale on a daily basis. Calling me a crypto-TERF because I think trans men don't have privilege is bullshit and I refuse to let her control the narrative to assert I'M saying untrue things about HER, especially as she's blocked me so I have no way to counter those obviously fake claims I could disprove in literally one interaction.

Like, no, I'm literally not a TERF of any kind, I could literally prove this, but she and her's do not want me to engage with them so I don't and literally am unable to, and then she accuses me of slandering her?

While her followers continue to harass me leaving ableist slurs in my replies and yelling at me to post selfies to prove I'm a trans woman?

Fucking clown.

If she wants me to quit talking about her she can (a) stop talking about me and (b) stop being wildly transphobic in public.

And yes, she WAS comparing herself to Malcom X, the anon didn't say "no civil rights activist has ever said this", theyfab discourse exists because white transradfems are disgustingly envious of the fucked up way they perceive the Black struggle and are happy to tell Black non-binary people that they're basically white people in comparison to them. Which, to clarify, is not me saying that, Black transradfems, that's something I'm taking from the very, very many Black non-binary people who have an issue with that stupid fucking completely bullshit racist comparison.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Bro the fuck, why you lying? This blog literally had all the fucking receipts. (Not sure if they got deleted during that one incident.)

[Mod: every post since when I took over in 2017 is still up, but some old posts would be at @bjd-confessions if not here)

But like... are you legit playing stupid or are you just lying outta your ass?

We had Har0castings own message reveal where they posted the entirety of Cul0rs orders. Which did NOT include all the ordered dolls, but instead included some random dolls which weren't even offered. (Olive green was one if I remember right.)

Btw Har0casting revealing the order sheet was after Cul0r claimed and made a long post about Har0casting refusing to fulfil the order and refusing to finish them.

Several people, and I mean several people, sent in their purchase receipt on here, with some being cancelled, while others said they'd not gotten their dolls yet. (From the receipt it was pretty easy to discern if this was a lie or not, especially since this was during a time where Cul0r openly communicated)

[Mod: I can only remember one person sending in an email receipt maybe in the last year. If you want to try and track down some old confessions the BJD Artists and BJD Casting tag in the archive will narrow it down.

Here are some screenshots between Harv and Cu1ur:

4. Cul0r herself LITERALLY had to give away dolls from her own collection to certain buyers, (*cough only the bigger and more popular ones cough*) which included an almond head, and I think one of her yellow doll.

5. Cul0r herself initially admitted to fucking up the orders (before she blamed Har0) but claimed it was an accident and she'd send the missing orders in for Har0casting to do. (Which was when she turned and blamed it all on Har0, and then made Har0 drop not only the order receipts as mentioned in Point: 1, but also revealed private messages of Cul0r admitting to fucking up the orders and all number of good stuff.)

~Anonymous

[penaltybox-gossip]

https://www.tumblr.com/penaltybox-gossip/779215788777275392/httpswwwtumblrcompenaltybox-gossip7792099166

“We need to be her biggest support system..she’s in a new country alone”

Girl…Please…be serious. No one is holding her hostage in the U.S. She didn’t come here as a struggling student, to start a career, to study at a university, she came here to be a stay at home partner to a man in the nhl who has paid for every expense since she dropped in from Russia. There are millions of non European women struggling to get a visa to come here and work to make a life and career for themselves. When they get here they are truly alone. They have no one. No “wag” group to be friends with, no lounging at home all day,no sugar daddy to fund their lifestyle. They have to work and struggle..if they even get a visa in the first place. Nevermind the fact Sofia was weird by going on HGB to call her and all the anons there jealous, bitter, and say they wanted to be her. Nevermind the fact HGB was getting cyber harassed by one of Sofias Russian twitter blogger friends, Nevermind the fact anons exposed proof of Sofia submitting info about Pyotr before he even got to post anything himself. Nevermind the fact when proof and various reciepts showed Sofia had been leaking information and starting drama. Nevermind the fact a Canes fan page tumblr ran by a POC had to delete her blog bc of harassment from “anons” submitting links to pictures of gorillas & Russian racists memes just bc she said she was going to post pics someone sent her of Pyotr & the Czech girl he keeps as his fuck buddy. Let this be a message to wags. Harmful actions aren’t forgotten & u don’t get to create a new narrative when u have nothing but negativity attached to ur name.. Once ur obsessive schemes finally plan out the way Kate Seguin and Sofias did all the drama & negativity doesn’t just evaporate.we see right through the BS. & no one wants to deal with that

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[akamaru01]

I have a desperate need to scream into the void or be validated for my frustration today and I'll put it under a read more

Took my car into the shop monday where they said it should be done by close. Did not hear back on Monday.

Called Tuesday morning, they said they had some issues and it should be done in time for me to go to work. I went in, they said they were having major issues and didnt know when it would be ready.

Got a call tuesday night saying issues continued and it SHOULD be done by 2pm today (Wednesday).

I'm not mad at the auto shop really, they're doing their best (i assume) and I was promised some sort of compensation although that hasnt been sorted yet.

I work as a delivery driver though, using my own car. I told my boss yesterday I wouldnt be in even though I thought I would, admittedly a bit late. I told her last night after my call that it should be ready this afternoon. Today is the day I usally work from 11am to almost 10pm as closer. She said I would need to bring in a reciept or note or whatever similar to a doctors note.

Two hours ago I texted her and all the drivers that I should get my car back today but idk so just in case could anyone cover. My fucking boss says that if no one covers I am still expected in at 2pm, despite the fact I dont have my car and after looking up prices for a rental car I would likely end up LOSING MONEY getting one to go to work. The ONLY reason to go into work at that point is For The Company/Boss. Which is bullshit.

The 2-5 is now covered but once again i have absolutely ZERO incentive to go into work today UNLESS i get my cat back.

Like jesus christ my boss is being unreasonable right?????? Am i wrong???

Additional note: She fucking sorta snapped at me in the group text saying it's hard to find someone to cover when i never cover for anyone else WHICH IS A FUCKING LIE. Like i don't do it often but I have covered for people before.

I was SO CLOSE to getting into an argument with her right there being like "Bitch I dont have my car and a rental isnt worth it and i HAVE covered for people what the fuck more do you want from me"

Needless to say we'll see if I still have this job by the end of the week