#『 * screw company policy.

[alwaysthesitter]

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Okay, okay, three more random facts about me. Hmmmm.

I don't use substances of any kind. So when I'm writing as Steve being on something, I am mainly going off my experience of working at a detox for almost five years. I've tried smoking pot once and thought it was a horrendously miserable experience, and only recently I've dabbled with edibles but even then it makes me feel like I'm walking on a boat that is rocking and so just yeah....not my thing. I'm a purist. I'm boring.

I have five tattoos. Three are horror movie tats. One is a Broadway musical reference. And one is a Hidden Mickey. Two of them were completely random and picked that day, one of them (my first one) is a remembrance tattoo for my dad, and one of them I ended up getting at Universal Citywalk where they completely fucked up and I had to get it fixed elsewhere.

My favorite superhero is Spiderman. Like, I am obsessed. He's my phone background. He's my wallet. He's on half my boxer briefs. I adore this man. Ironically, Andrew Garfield is my favorite Spidey and I know people are going to give me hate for that but oh well.

[starcourtbrawl]

Just so EVERYONE here knows, I HEAVILY associate Owl City - Tornado with Will Byers. I just can’t not see it. It’s like the song is his journey from season one onwards. In this essay I will

[giotanner]

Soo, I read your previous posts about Tim and I want to hear your opinion on the matter regarding his morality. What I've seen so far in the fandom are two (stereotypical honestly)versions of Tim:

The Batman's-moral code-is-the-one-I-follow because-he's-my-boss-so gotta-respect company-policy thing and the Robin-doesn't-kill because-he's-the-light-of-Gotham-just-like Batman thing.

And weirdly enough both of them fit his character but I'm not sure if they can coexist somehow.

As a Tim Drake fan what do you think?

Even in the comics it is inconsistent as far as I know.

Hi, thank you for the opportunity to share my thoughts on Tim (mainly the comics version) because there's so much about his morality and ideals that has been "erased/misunderstood."

For example, let's start with the fact that among all the Robins, Tim is the least likely to become a villain. However, there's this fanon idea that he could make a great criminal, the first to become a skilled manipulator who screws over the system, because there are stereotypes about him that have erased Tim's moral code.

This thought is completely wrong in the canon. Even when Captain Boomerang kills his father, Tim has every reason to kill him, to hurt him—he's trained and knows how to inflict pain—but Tim STOPS himself. During that period in the comics, Dick was Batman and had many responsibilities, and he feared for Tim's mental and moral breakdown, but that doesn't mean it was real, that Tim was ready to cross the line.

Tim stands firm in his convictions. He's a kid who obviously has feelings and is obviously angry at the enemy, but he doesn't become a criminal and leaves the cruel murderer of his parent in the hands of Dick and the police.

There are many instances where Tim questions himself, his limits, or his role as a sidekick, making him very similar to Batman in this regard.

He could take the step that leads him to become a villain, but he doesn't. He knows his worth as Robin and doesn't feel inferior or lacking.

This is because he's the only Robin who CHOSE to be Robin.

He chose that life, decided he would sacrifice himself for the cause, for the mission, because he believes in Batman. And he believes in what Batman believes in. Therefore, it would be out of character (OOC) for his moral code to be different.

He can be stubborn and obstinate towards Bruce, but he's truly Batman's partner (as fortunately seen in the recent Batman (2016) issues). And this bothers some readers who haven't read and appreciated Tim from the '90s and 2000s. The Tim who, although having his own team, is still the Robin who chose that life.

His mindset is not "Batman is my boss, so I follow his rules," but rather "I admire Batman and followed his footsteps, and that's how I discovered his identity; I'll do anything for the mission."

In many comics, you see Tim's spirit of sacrifice because he is the "peacemaker/the one who fixes the family," but also a daring and eager kid.

Sure, he's a computer whiz, a tactical genius, and a great detective

(Ra's calls him detective, but in the comics, Ra's also calls Dick detective, just to specify), but his greatest trait is that he was a kid with a great sense of justice and a big dose of recklessness to believe and succeed in being Robin

[steve-thebabysitter-harrington]

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[thehuggamugcafe]

Alouette I: A Host’s Favourite Customer

“Hm~. My, my, that was quick. My first customer; what impeccable timing they have.” Mod Barista mused, humming as a small smile curled her lips as she approached the table, occupied by a single person. There was a twinkle in her eyes, one that surely wasn’t missed by the quiet customer—however, no sooner had Mod Barista raised her notepad and pen, ready to jot down the customer’s order, her smile turned slightly devious as there was a certain sparkle in her eyes now. “...Oh? Ohh. I see. Well, then... I should get started on it, shouldn’t I? Enjoy your music. I’ll be back with your order shortly.” Mod Barista smiled to herself as she got behind the service counter, cracking her thumb as she set herself to work. OOC: My first request. My first request~! I’m so excited! I’m so excited I’m nervous! But don’t worry, askkrisachan. I said I’d accommodate you to the fullest, and I shall do so to the best of my abilities. Here you are, hun. One spicy treat coming up; just the first slice though, dear. First come, first served. Also, thank you for suggesting the name of the café, askkrisachan. I appreciate it, truly! As for you lovely anons, the usual heads up applies. Dirty talk, some body worship, food play with strawberries and cream, bondage, finger fucking, and being screwed out of your mind by Incubus!Akira/Ren. ...Hmm. Food play, huh? This kink is a first for me. It should be interesting. Strawberries and cream, my one true weakness! How’d you know, askkrisachan?) Contrary to popular belief, denizens of the infernal realm—and the realms stretching beyond even its roaring rivers of flame, torture, and eternal damnation—were very interested in humans. Most saw them as nothing but playthings, mere toys to be used, re-used, and discarded (or worse.) once they grew bored of them. Some saw them as business partners. Others took one, two, or more as lovers. A select few saw them as something... more. One such incubus was certainly a rarity amongst his kind. A demon who saw humans as more than just things to be toyed with. Akira breathed a sigh as he all but flooped down on the plush couch, blinking as he raised a hand to rest on the sweating crown of his forehead. A few other hosts were relaxing in the lounge room as well, chatting, chuckling, or texting their girlfriends, fiancées, or wives. The constant dings and text tunes playing weren’t helping Akira’s headache, huffing forth a second sigh as his free hand dug into the breast pocket of his butler attire, withdrawing his own cellphone. His eyes stared from behind the round, black-framed (fake) glasses that sat on his nose, onyx irises peering at the illuminated screen. A notification popped up. “No new messages.” Akira pocketed the cellular device, a frown pursed his lips as he flicked his bespectacled eyes on the other hosts as they talked, laughed, smoked, and drank. They were all dressed in fine tailored suits just as he was, but unlike them, his lover wasn’t texting him. You hadn’t even sent him a good morning text, asked him how his day was, or even asked him what—if anything—he wanted when you went grocery shopping last night. By herself. Again. The frizzy-haired incubus thought, pursing his lips. He sighed; he shouldn’t be surprised at how distant you’d become in the last few weeks. Especially not after he had gone and told you that he finally found a place that would gladly have him as an employee—and however joyful, however pleased you’d been had come crashing down in mere seconds as Akira explained his employment situation. “...A host club?” “Yes.” “A. Fucking. Host club, Akira!?” “...Yes?” “...Well.” His heart always sank a bit whenever he recalled seeing the brief flash of hurt, of distrust in your eyes as you uttered your next words. “I hope you have fun being swarmed by women who want to have ‘fun’ with you.” Ever since the day Akira started working at the host club, no, the week before... He noticed that the relationship had taken a rather... sour turn. Slowly, the nights where he’d spent curled up beside you in bed grew less and less frequent, as he’d been asked (ordered, more like.) to sleep on the lumpy couch in the living room of your apartment room. You both still ate breakfast in the morning and had dinner together every evening, but the long pockets of silence were stifling, awkward. Your replies were curt, clipped, and ice-cold whenever he asked you a question. Mornings had always been his favourite time of day, as well as the evenings when you returned home from your part-time job, however... Lately, whenever he tried to hug or kiss you goodbye before leaving for ‘work,’ you’d get all huffy and grumble what sounded like, “And how many women have you kissed lately with that mouth?” under your breath, turning your head at the last moment, so that his lips met your cheek instead of your mouth. Humans were frail, selfish, and jealous beings, but were demons any better? Akira doubted that even the most pious of creatures, whether they were human, angel, or something else entirely... Not even they could claim to truly be “just.” Neither could a demon for that matter, but especially someone like Akira. The sharp click-click of heels that signalled the approach of the café’s owner caused the other hosts’ eyes to widen, passing a quick glance at each other as they straightened their postures, kicking their feet up off of the furniture they sat or were splayed out across on. They were quick to send their significant others’ one last goodbye text, swallowing the last trace of sake from their shot glasses, or crushing their cigarettes into ashtrays just as the door to the lounge room burst open. The woman who ran the host café, Ai Nitta, stood on the lounge room’s threshold, pointing her brown eyes across the room, staring—almost glaring—at every male who stared back at her. She was a thirty-something-year-old imposing, no-nonsense woman with a personality that of a cold-hearted perfectionist, and a woman with impeccable business sense at that. Apparently, from what some of the other, far more experienced hosts had told Akira when he first started working at the café, Ai Nitta had been married to a very successful entrepreneur until he died suddenly of a heart attack at the age of thirty-five. The authorities immediately suspected foul play, but no matter how much they dug into Ai Nitta’s past and character, there was nothing that implicated her in her husband’s untimely passing. Eventually, her husband’s death had been written off as due to natural causes; there was simply nothing connecting the woman to her spouse’s passing, and the case had been declared closed. Still, the groundless gossip continued to be spread, and whispers of rumours continued to be hissed around the city, dubbing Ai Nitta by a rather macabre title as the “Black Widow.” Even so, if people expected the business of a woman who owned and managed the café from top to bottom to go under, it didn’t cause people to turn their noses up at the business. Certainly not the females, young and up to thirty-odd-year-olds alike. Teenagers, college students, influential women from all walks of the higher rungs of society, and rich ex-wives of doctors, lawyers, and the like... They all visited the café, looking for companionship or an expensive, but satisfying quickie in one of the (thankfully.) sound-proof rooms on the second floor of the café. If people expected a woman like Ai Nitta, a woman of infamous prestige to suffer due to suspicions of murdering her husband, to declare bankruptcy, to live as a homeless beggar on the street corner, they were sorely mistaken. Unlike other, far less successful cafés and host clubs in the city, there was one policy Ai Nitta tasked her employees to stick to no matter what, no matter how much the young women whined, pleaded, batted their eyelashes. No matter how many women flashed their wallets stuffed with money, or offered a teasing glimpse of a shining credit card or two. The policy went a little something like this... “If that lonely housewife wants to see you again, she better fork over the money!” That’s what she had said to Akira upon arriving for his first shift roughly a month ago, after a regular customer—a woman who had just gone through a messy divorce, but was most certainly “loaded,” as his boss had assured Akira of—had said she would request him again as she bid him a good day. After she paid for Akira to keep her company for two straight hours, of course. He had passed his interview with flying colours, which quietly surprised him. Despite his natural gifts of charming and seducing others, females especially, with the sort of ease that it was almost laughable how eager, how quick they were to want him in their beds, there were an extremely rare few who weren’t as susceptible to his charisma. They were affected, yes, just not to the degree so many, many other women had been, and still were drawn to him like moths to a flame. To be honest, he thought that his boss, Ai Nitta, might perhaps be one of them at first, but much to his unspoken relief, she was nothing of the sort. She was a bit stubborn, yes, wanting to “test the waters” with a potential host, allowing him to cater to three smirking, doe-eyed college girls. They whispered and giggled to each other, batting their eyelashes at him as he approached them with a calm gait, the smallest of warm, welcoming grins on his lips as he tugged the gloves he wore closer to his fingers. And of course, how could he forget what the manager and owner of the host club/café, Alouette, had said to him after they left? After he told his boss what they had said as they were leaving the establishment...? “Hah!? They won’t pay for your services upfront next time!? Unacceptable! You tell those snobby, rich college sluts for me the moment they come through that door. Cash or credit cards upfront. No ifs, ands, or buts; no money, no service!” “Kurusu, you’ve been requested. Again. Come on! Up, up, up! I need my best host front and center!” Ai’s voice was as brisk as it ever was, the click-clicks of her heels signalling her approach as she made her way over to where the frizzy-haired, bespectacled host was lying down. For a seemingly frail, dark-haired woman who was only 5’5’’, a woman who looked like the most gentle of breezes would send her crashing to the floor, she was certainly stronger than she let herself on to be. “I said come on, Kurusu. Your break isn’t for another hour; you can service one more customer until then!” “Yes, Miss Nitta,” Akira breathed through his lips, his voice sounding a bit husky as he was sort of dragged, sort of got to his feet on his own. He wasn’t attempting to charm her into letting him off the hook, but as one of the most requested hosts in the café, if not the most requested employee, he was often working instead of resting. He could hear the scoffs, disgruntled remarks, and scathing words of his fellow employees as their boss all but hauled him off of the couch, leading him toward the lounge room’s open doorway. “Tch. Kiss ass.” “What a damn suck-up he is.” “I bet he gets ‘special favours’ from the boss for raking in so much money.” “You think? No way... Then... Hey, do you guys think he’s got a bit of sugar on the side?” “With the boss, of all people? Nah, he couldn’t be. ‘Sides, she’s way too old for him.” Akira’s lips became pursed as his jaw became set, feeling himself tensing up at the mere suggestion that he was cheating on you. Although he felt the bittersweet sting of quiet gratitude for the last remark he heard, it didn’t excuse what the others were whispering about him. He wasn’t like them, the hosts who actually had cheated on their significant others’ with customers who visited the café. He never looked at another woman the way he looked at you. He didn’t dare touch a woman in the ways he touched you. He never cooed sweet nothings into another woman’s ear as he did with you. No, it was different with you. Akira honestly and truly meant what he whispered to you, and only to you, in the dead of night whenever you were in bed together. You were granted the privilege of seeing a part of him no one else was allowed to see, as he hissed tantalizing promises of “fucking your brains out,” screwing you until you weren’t sure you’d be able to walk right the following morning, or get out of bed at all for that matter. The voice of his boss, Ai Nitta, pried him out of his inner musings, blinking his eyes as he cleared his throat before asking, “I’m sorry. What did you say, Miss Nitta?” The dark-haired woman stopped in mid-step, pointing a glare over her shoulder. “If you’d been paying attention, you would have heard me say,” Ai paused to release his hand, turning around and reaching up, gripping a hold of the black frame of his glasses and pulling them off of his face, revealing the intensity of his onyx irises as he blinked owlishly down at her. “...that the glasses are a nice touch. Good for rich, lonely, and slobbering bitches who are into the ‘nerdy’ look you put out, but this customer isn’t. She’s requested that you service her with them off; you’re more good-looking without them on your face.” “...Yes, Miss Nitta,” Akira replied after a moment’s pause, watching as a frown clipped the corner of Ai’s glossed lips. She quirked a brow questionably, pointing her brown eyes up at him. “Is there a problem, Akira?” For once in the short time he’d known her, his boss sounded—and faintly looked—as though she honestly gave a damn as to what might be bothering him. That, and she had addressed him by his first name. That was certainly a first. “...No, Miss Nitta.” The barely-there expression of concern was gone as soon as it had come, as Ai’s face returned to looking as though she smelled something awful 24/7. “Second room down the left-hand corridor. Don’t keep her waiting; a waiting customer won’t pay as well.” “Understood, Miss Nitta,” Akira nodded, pausing to bow respectfully before walking past the thirty-odd-year-old, taking a sharp left as he met a fork in the hallway, stopping in front of a door marked with the numbers ‘69’ bolted into the polished mahagony wood. All in all, Akira enjoyed working at the café. The hours were managable, the pay was pretty good, the work environment was a tad... questionable at times, but overall, the staff and employees were warm and welcoming, but... If there was one thing he could honestly say he disliked about the host club/café... It was the women. The customers whom he catered to, young or well into their thirties, curious, lonely, heartbroken, or wanting some company. Because... No matter how many smiles they flashed at him... No matter how many giggles they tossed his way... No matter how many times they batted their eyelashes as they stared up at him with shining doe eyes... No matter how many times they asked for his number, asked for a quickie in one of the sound-proof rooms... They were always turned down, always rejected, as gently as he possibly could pass on their offers. Why? Because they weren’t you.

[starcourtbrawl]

I’m crying. I forgot about the South Park movie. The music man. The fucking music. Why was it somehow satire, good, and a political parody of itself? Like you don’t understand, I’m going to have La Resistance and Blame Canada in my head for days now.

[starcourtbrawl]

The more I watch of shameless, the more I see that Fiona is just a raging cunt.

[starcourtbrawl]

I do apologise for my lack of activity lately. My work has been busy and it’s just burned me out tbh. I have some time off around the holidays so I expect to bounce right back. 💜

[starcourtbrawl]

While I believe that Steve is undeniably Bisexual ( at least, certainly on this blog ) I find it funny that in every season, with possibly the exception of 3, Steve has had more chemistry with the other dudes that he meets ( Jonathan, Billy, Eddie ) than he ever did with Nancy. And it’s like, not for lack of him trying, because he didn’t need to try with the dudes. Do you get what I’m saying?

[starcourtbrawl]

Honestly, that’s more Billy’s territory tbh.

[alwaysthesitter]

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Hmmm, random facts about me. 1) I'm going to Japan in a little over a month, and I can't wait. I've been planning this trip since 2020 so clearly had to cancel and reschedule a few times. I just finalized the itinerary and color-coordinated it which took me three hours but I am very anal retentive.

2) I am OBSESSED with Hazbin Hotel. I've cosplayed Angel Dust since 2019 but now that the whole first season is out, it's been taking a lot of my attention. I'm really debating reviving my Angel Dust blog (that I only had for like three weeks lawls), but I'm always so behind on here and my other blog that there's no point.

3) My vision has dropped an entire -1.0 in just the past year alone and I am still mindblown. My optometrist said that's what happens when you work a job that has close up work, and since I spend about eight hours a day staring at a screen, I guess that'll do it to ya.

[alwaysthesitter]

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Oh, um, hm, random facts about me.

I just started a second job (technically third?) as a scare actor at one of our local haunts. It's my first year doing it and I'm incredibly excited but also incredibly nervous! Andddd means I'll probably be pretty absent from here through November due to late night shifts.

I have a matching tattoo with my girlfriend, @scribedhorror. She is a lot more bold than me though because she got hers on her arm and I'm like nah fam I'm gonna hide it on my ankle.

I've had COVID two times. Once was before the vaccine was out so it hit me super hard and I stopped breathing and would randomly pass out and was basically out for the count for a week.

I'm too lazy to send this to random people, but here's some little known facts about me, or just the first three things that came to my brain.

[starcourtbrawl]

Man I miss this blog. I miss Steve.

[alwaysthesitter]

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Okay, okay, well I am absolutely too lazy to send it to the last 7 blogs but I'll send you some random ass facts about me that people probably don't know since I don't talk about myself too much on here other than my emotional baggage, haaaaa.

I'm allergic to tomatoes. Which is super unfortunate considering I am Italian. I went to Italy a few years back and let me tell you, trying to find things to eat that didn't have tomatoes was awful, to the point that I ended up near hospitalized twice because the food said it didn't have tomatoes and it did and I was too nice to tell them I couldn't eat it.

I worked at Disney World for eight years. Most people know this if they know me at all so this isn't a shocker, but it's one of my favorite facts so here you go. I worked at Epcot, Hollywood Studios, and Disney Springs.

I have been cosplaying for over 15 years and handmade over 300 costumes in that time. If I'm at a con, it's most likely because I'm a guest since they often will fly me out due to my portfolio and have me run panels, judge the contest, etc.