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headspace-hotel · 1 month ago

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any other autistic people have to drop out of college and have stories to share about what they did/how they managed to find a job and a bearable life?

I'm considering it again and there's a good chance I'm actually gonna do it

I'm only a year away from graduation, but...I've been having this deep sense that "this is wrong, I'm on the wrong path" for a while. I've never been able to convince myself that I should stay because it's what I want, only push down the feeling and try to convince myself I have no choice.

Despite many good things that happened, 2024 was almost definitely the worst year of my life (which is saying something, considering how 2021 went for me) just in terms of how much of it I spent utterly miserable.

I'm about to turn 25. I am so sick of being around 19 and 20 year olds, not that there's anything wrong with them, I'm just starting to struggle to connect with people who haven't been around the block a little bit and lived outside of the regimented, narrow constraints of school.

My school situation is difficult to explain but it's unlikely I will ever be given a better chance to graduate without debt. However, my school has proven completely rigid and inflexible in regards to several crucial disability accommodations, and I have fought so incredibly hard to make this situation work for me and it just isn't and every time I think it's finally going to be okay there is some other bullshit that happens and I am tired of running myself ragged fighting to survive in a place I don't want to be.

Not only do I not want to spend another year feeling like my life is a black hole of despair, I don't want to wait any longer to get my driver's license and figure myself out and learn who I am and form meaningful relationships and escape the narrow little crevice my college life is. I am so exhausted all the time when I'm in school that I can't work on myself, and I feel stunted. I feel like a plant in a too-small pot where its roots are all bunched up along the edges.

I was hopeful about getting some kind of career related to studying plants or working with plants or something, but right now my only career goal is for the pain to stop.

Family says they will support me no matter what I do, but seem to lack faith in me to take steps toward independence or something I want to accomplish. My mom just seems to live in fear that I will go back to how I was in the Burnout Year where I just laid in bed for months, as if this is all I'm capable of without the external structure of college. It leaves me doubting myself and whether I've actually grown any.

Family also seems to think that I'm naive to how hard a job would be, to which my honest answer is Jesus if this is the easiest my life is going to be I am just not going to make it. Parents keep saying college is hard, it was hard for me too but I think I just completely fail to communicate how much they don't get it. It's not that my classes are hard, it's not that the work takes effort. If anything it's not enough work, not enough stimulation. It's just...the stressors. The exhaustion of having to go to class every day for hours and participate in group projects and presentations and having to go to different meetings and appointments. Not having any control over anything in my life. Not knowing whether I'll have good food to eat every day, not knowing if the kitchen will be free for me to boil a pot of goddamn noodles, not knowing if my energy budget is free enough that I can hang out with a friend or make a dentist appointment without fucking up and contributing to an ongoing backlog of exhaustion that nothing, nothing, nothing but time ever can fix. The hyper-vigilance I have to maintain to avoid locking myself out of my own room.

I'm just...not 20 anymore. I can hardly stomach Ramen noodles and microwave mac and cheese anymore. I feel gross and nasty when I don't eat green things and fresh things and things with fiber in them. I get too exhausted to stay awake by 12:30 and wake up at 8:30am whether I set my alarm or not. I can't skip meals anymore, I can't just roll out of bed, stuff down a granola bar and function until lunch anymore.

I don't know what's right. I just know that what I'm doing right now is wrong. If I ignore this, I might as well never listen to a "gut feeling" ever again because I've never had one so strong or so persistent.

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thelastairsimblr · 1 year ago

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Family Pack #4

I’m happy to share some sims with you all today! In this post, you’ll find 9 households (35 sims total), each with their own stories and biographies. All of these sims have additional Everyday outfits, skills, bonus traits, Likes and Dislikes, Turn Ons and Turn Offs, sexual orientations, pronouns, family dynamics, and Lifestyles. You can find them all on the gallery under my Origin ID: TheLastAirSimmer or in the tray files linked under the cut! As always, feel free to tag me if you end up using them.

Abreu

A respected food critic, Maria’s opinion is highly valued by all as the towns’ baked good connoisseur. Her husband Joaquin, a renowned pianist, is no exception; he worships the ground she walks on. Together, they project their creative outlooks onto their sons. Santiago, the eldest and a romantic, has the full support of his parents and wants to become a professional wedding photographer. Even though young Rémy feels he didn’t inherit his parents’ imagination, he still wants to make them proud.

Monaghan

As young parents, Stefan and Marianne sacrificed a lot. Stefan became a cop to support his family, but still gets caught up trying to relive his youth. Marianne longs for the day that she can quit her job at the local diner and become a singer. Both are worried that their burnout of a son Zack sets a bad example for the other boys. Soren just wants to play videogames all day while Tatum and Aria constantly argue. Meanwhile, poor attention seeking Hunter is at risk of falling through the cracks.

Larson

Quite the jazz singer in his day, Clive is desperate to find ways to stay relevant in the ever-changing music scene. Fiona, longing for the authentic soul who serenaded her years ago, knows she can inspire him again; she’s stood by him through a lot. But until then, you can find the melancholy art critic drinking to yesteryear at the bar. Jade dropped out of college to pursue a career in social media (much to Fiona’s discontent) while Candice is following the artistic path her parents paved.

Hollifield

As a teen, Whitney’s future looked bright. But she forfeited a lot of opportunities to pursue a whirlwind romance with a boy who had a dangerous edge. They were happy for a time, but it didn’t last and the only thing she kept from that relationship was her daughter Emma. She now works a lowly job in fast food while taking classes at Britechester, hoping to find a career in social media. Her days are busier as a working single mom, but Emma keeps herself entertained by befriending her neighbors.

Catton

Following the loss of her son to avoidable circumstances, Dottie found herself in the care of his two children. Filled with regret for not doing more for her son, the college professor watches the kids like a hawk! She’s keen on using her connections to better their lives. Temperamental Owen does well to make her proud with his grades, but he has an artsy side that he only shares with those closest to him. His little sister Bonnie would rather spend time making friends than studying though.

Qian

After founding a groundbreaking app, Shirong found a place among the company of the rich and powerful. His charming wife Meifing, quite the schmoozer at elite parties, is constantly looking for funding for her next big venture (while also being the go-to-girl for all the neighborhood gossip). Nuo chose to move home after grad school to save money, but is ready to leave and start her own law firm. Her younger brother Haoyu adds to her restlessness by barraging her with his antics.

Sullivan

Atticus’ dad Clifford, a retired veteran, supported his sons’ musical dreams fully, having raised him alone after his wife died. While roaming the world, Atticus met Elisa; a fashion guru with a fiery disposition. The pair had three children and Clifford moved in to help with the newborn. Like her dad, Lydia also wants to be an artist (whether if it’s for her love for acting or a desire to be in the spotlight remains to be seen) while Malicia, afraid of being unseen, finds relief in her friends.

Kingsley-Ramirez

Jaime and Paxton met/moved in together before they could actually get to know each other, both having been new to the city at the time with zero connections. They found themselves compatible not only as roommates, but eventually boyfriends as well! Jaime always puts others before himself; it shows in the passion he has for social justice causes he advocates for. Meanwhile, Pax works a parttime job at a small coffee shop, but is intent on putting himself through school to become a veterinarian.

Tanaka-Murdock

Nigel and Shannon met at Foxbury and developed feelings for each other during study sessions. Though Nigel was the only one to graduate, he admires Shannon for making the decision that was right for her. He enjoys being the breadwinner while Shannon follows her artistic instincts, though he wishes he had his wife’s free spirit. Shannon is quite hard on herself and works tirelessly until she makes something she’s proud of while their son Kason, while a quick learner, really just wants to play.

#the sims 4 #TS4 #sims 4 #sims 4 cc free #sims dump #sim dump #sims 4 vanilla #family dump

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baddiewiththebook · 5 months ago

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Over the Years | e.m x reader [18+] | p. 11

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

-> <-

Sep 1983

Tying your laces together, the wheels slip beneath your feet. If you aren’t talented enough to ride a scooter, you’re sure enough not to be able to rollerblade. Quickly, you attach yourself to Gareth, who sits beside you. He’s also lacing on a pair of rollerblades. Though, he doesn’t seem too worried.

Gareth snorts at you. You look cute. Frazzled. But, cute. Taking hold of your ankle, Gareth swings your leg over his own. He ties the other shoe for you.

“I’m fine,” you’re not sure you’re convincing Gareth, and you’re sure not convincing yourself.

Rollerskating. A sport for people with more balance than yourself. You avoided the Rink-A-Rama as much as you possibly could in the last couple of years since it opened. There’s no making a fool of yourself if you don’t go.

That is until today.

Jeff is growing bored of the same day after day plot of his life. It’s the last day of summer vacation, before school! Everyone is out in the world exploring, making memories and having more fun than he is. Most of the time, Jeff is taking care of his grandma. An elderly woman that has bunions the size of the country of France. The soap operas she watches throughout the day begin to blend together into one mash that has Jeff spinning like a top! And, doing her laundry? Boy, if he could skip seeing another pair of her underwear. Yuck!

The highlight of summer is when he is with the boys. And, you, of course. Corroded Coffin sounded good, and Eddie wants them to sound great. They play gigs regularly for a bar in town. As long as they keep their hands away from the alcohol, they’re welcome to shred some music on those drunken faces.

It gets them an estranged relationship with their conservative town of Hawkins. Most of the boys in the band stay home between practices and rehearsals, or the occasional D&D session held in someone’s basement. There isn’t much to do in town anyway. You could go to Benny’s for a burger, or you could walk down the block for some fresh air. Otherwise, you’re stuck to the same bland day over and over again. Waking up and going to sleep.

Breaking the cycle with the camping trip, suggested by Eddie Munson of all people, has been the highlight of the summer for Jeff. If you ask anyone in that group, they would also agree. The adventure has led to a fine friendship between Jeff and Robin, who are equally as mischievous - and equally as bored in this town. They are the ones to come up with the idea that all six of you guys should meet at the roller rink.

The Rink-A-Rama opened a couple years ago. Certain crowds tend to flock there. Either young couples with their children trying to burn off their energy, or the evening crowd when all of the burnouts and socialites came to play. It’s fortunate that tonight you haven’t run into anyone from school, aside from the group you came with.

The lighting inside turns a moody indigo, and a switch flickers on in the D.J. booth. Earlier, the booth is accompanied by an older guy. Round in the middle. Balding on just the top of his head. Now, sits someone much younger. Maybe his son? He’s got earrings and a horrible gotee. The music changes to something darker. Louder. Definitely not approved by the moms and dads of this town.

Jeff heads to the floor with his new friend, Robin, who has impeccable balance. Freak decided to sit this one out and to babysit a plate of nachos. It was hard enough to convince him to come out tonight. No one wanted to battle him into wrestling on a pair of skates.

You would be much happier sitting at the same table as Freak, but your shell isn’t that hard. It doesn’t take much convincing to slap on a pair of skates and to at least try to roll around the edge of the rink where there’s a balance beam for beginners.

Watching the skaters expertly twirl in a circle has you doubting yourself again. You’re about to be a laughing stock. What if you fall? The knot in your belly tightens.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” your grip tightens on Gareth’s arm.

It occurs to you how silly you might look with your leg over Gareth’s lap. Letting your foot hit the floor in front of you, you also detach from him.

When would you tell your friends that Gareth and you have been spending more time by yourselves lately? That when you tell Eddie you’re too busy to hang out when you’re usually free - it’s because Gareth has already made plans? Unbeknownst to you, tonight would have been the night when Gareth asks you officially to be his girlfriend. A solid sentiment that might take the edge off from him to finally tell your friends.

Still, his affections towards you tonight prove that he’s not ashamed of you, or afraid to show you off. That tonight could still be the night that your friends catch a glimpse of how happy you make each other. It’s not a casual hang - it’s a real relationship blossoming.

Gareth doesn’t have much experience with girls that like him back. The last time he had a crush, it was in middle school. Not only were his feelings unreciprocated, but her friend asked him out for her. Of course, the girl quickly ran up behind her friend to wave erratically and rapidly trying to get her to stop. It was a joke. A cruel game that stuck into Gareth’s mind that has always made him question if he’s even worthy of affection.

You notice how far into thought Gareth has gotten, and you give his skates a tap with your own. The wheels slap together. A metallic clink can be heard by your bare ear. You nudge him, and he lets out a soft bite of laughter along with a gentle smile.

“I’m going to go request a song,” he tells you over the blasting rock music, “wait here for me? I’ll teach you a thing or two.”

You nod, “okay.”

Gareth skates off like a natural. If only you could hear the repeated phrase ‘don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall,’ in his head. He cannot be that dorky in front of you.

In actuality, you’re quite jealous. The more your friends state around here (aside from Freak, who’s got a fist full of cheese and chips), the more you feel left out. You roll your skates under your feet, while you’re still seated. The potential is there. You just need to get the standing down. And, the skating. The combination of skating and standing. Oh, you’re hopeless!

Disco lights gleam across the hardwood floor. It’s been mocking you since you got here. That, and the many faces smiling as they skate. They won’t fall. They’ve got this thing covered. Learning to drive a car was easier than rolling around on four wheels. You haven’t even tried yet, and you’re already giving up.

The moment you turn your head down is the moment that Eddie tilts his head up over to you. A slick sweat begins to paste his curls to his forehead. The past four or five times he’s been around the rink have been a blast. He’s never done this before, but he feels like it comes to him like walking. You, however, appear upset and alone.

The last person you sat with has gone off to play with the D.J. Eddie curses and swears he shouldn’t have left you with Gareth. For a moment, he thought that you and he were getting along. The band practices have been evidence of some hope. You even laughed at a joke Gareth made last week. Things were looking up! Or, so he thought.

Eddie cut through the crowd of skaters to get to you. The sunken expression on your face destroys him. You have your skates on, so why haven’t you taken a turn around the rink?

“Hey,” Eddie slides into the bench. Show off. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?”

You roll your eyes at your friend playfully. This fake flirting began this year. Something you’ve never addressed, but you can say you don’t mind the banter. You sure hope Gareth doesn’t mind either. Eddie is your closest friend. He’s earned a fake flirt or two.

“I can’t skate,” you explain. “Are you having fun?”

“It’s so much fun!” Eddie beams. “Come on. You just haven’t had the right person show you.”

“I was just-,”

Eddie interjects, “you ‘can just’ later. Let your ol’ pal Eddie teach you a thing or two out on the ice.”

“It’s wood,” you begin to correct.

“Even better,” Eddie stands to take your hands. “Come on.”

Right then is where you could have told Eddie that you were waiting for Gareth. But, Eddie would have asked you why. You would have to explain too much.

You slap your hands into Eddies big ones, and he grants you a cheer. The man is stable enough to put your weight into. One foot under you at a time, you begin to rise shakily to your feet. Squeezing tight, your balance becomes uneven.

“You got it,” Eddie ignores the press of pain through his fingers when you hold on too tight. Instead, speaking to you in a soft tone that you might give a child, he waits until you’re semi-comfortable on your two feet.

To an outside eye, you’re a crooked stature. Figure slanted at the waist. Your knees just bent. The face of pure terror and of concentration. Your lips purse in a way that Eddie might finally admit is cute.

“I’m going to take you to the rink now, okay?” Eddie won’t move until you’re ready.

“Mhm,” your mouth is clenched tight. Just a slight nod of your head has your heart skipping a beat.

Through a series of backwards motions from Eddie, and a few looks across his shoulder, he does make the short ride to the rink. The hardwood is slicker here like a basketball court. Everyone is spinning in one giant loop. A loop that you’re going to mess up when your ass kisses the ground.

“This is a bad idea,” you spit.

Eddie shakes his head, “it’s too late for that, you’re already here.”

Despite a gasp and a short mousy squeak, Eddie guides your right hand as close as possible to the beginner bar. You squeeze your eyes shut. Let go of Eddie’s hand. And, slap it on the bar.

“That was easy, see?”

Eddie wriggles out of your iron grip, so he can skate beside you. Only, you still haven’t moved from that one spot. He could laugh at your predicament, although as soon as you’re free of those skates you might kill him. So, Eddie does the opposite and puts a hand at your back.

“No,” you warn. “No, no, no-,”

You move. The wheels spin and stop. You inch yourself forward on the bar, and pull. Huh! This isn’t so bad after all.

It’s all about patience. Eddie replays this saying in his head day after day. Good things come with patience. So, he waits. He waits and he watches you, a baby lamb, learn to walk for the very first time. In this case, you’re on a set of roller skates. Your knees still shake. The grin across his lips can’t be escaped. He’s so proud of you. His little lamb.

Eddie also can’t help, but buzz at the sensation of your hand holding onto his. It’s different when your children rolling in mud, and you’re trying to get each other to stop flinging dirt. That was er- a tingle. It’s fuller now. There’s no denying anymore what’s been already there the whole time.

Eddie Munson is in love with you.

This is when things become complicated in your friendship. Because if he tells you that he loves you straight away, you might run. No, you would for sure run.

So, Eddie waits.

“Look, I’m doing it!” You’ve hoisted yourself forward all on your own. The laughter that bubbles out of you fuels Eddie.

Love is more than a word to Eddie these days. It’s more than a feeling that rises to the surface when you’re around. Because truthfully you never leave. All Eddie thinks about is you. When you’re not around. What do you do? Who are you with? What are you wearing? Are you having fun?

It dawns on him how silly being in love really is. The agony that holds his shoulders down with a thousand pound weights when you tell him of another silly little boy playing games with your heart. Your heart, which he shall cherish as a crystal gem. The rarest and most delicate flower. That one day he might be able to hold on tight and to never let go.

That same heart that which he does not know yet belongs to another. The other stares over the rink watching Eddie guide you along the outside of the rink. A hot heat radiates inside of him that he’s yet to come to terms with as jealousy. The jealousy that burns the bridge that connects a firm founding friendship.

Gareth waits for you to come around to the beginning again where the rink opens. He no longer cares for the songs that are playing, but would rather just have you back in his arms again.

For a split second, Gareth calms his jealousy by taking a glance over at the two expert skaters they came with. Jeff and Robin are jokingly creating a new routine. That’s when he hears it. A yell. Boom! You’re flat across your stomach, while laying along the hardwood floor.

Gareth speeds onto the rink nearly toppling over a few of the other skaters. It just so happens that someone came around a corner too fast, and slammed into Eddie, who then slammed into you.

You’re alright, but your knee does feel a bit of a sting. The rink might just not be your speed after all.

“You alright?” Gareth hoists you up with Eddie. Soon, come Robin and Jeff begging to know what has happened. “Let’s get her off the rink.”

“I’m fine,” you reply with an achy grunt. Most of the impact is across your knees anyway. A bit of rest, and you’ll be as good as new.

You make it off the rink, and find yourself sat next to Freak. He sits hugging his second round of nachos, while completely indulging in Jeff’s friendly agreement to pay for food.

“You okay?” Freak grunts. The man is of few words.

“Yeah,” you assure with the initial pulsing fading away. They’ll be purple by the morning.

Gareth comes whizzing around you with a cup of ice to hold at your knee. That’s the only gesture that the cheapskate employee hovering about the food court would offer for free.

At the same moment you want to thank Gareth for looking out for you, a second player comes to bat. Eddie also has brought you ice.

“One for each knee,” your attempt to split the tension in the air. Indeed, a bit awkward for the boys.

Were you aware of the tension, or were you simply being friendly? A hand grazes the spine of your back. It’s Gareth, of course. Those soft eyes could make you melt like ice cream left out on a sunny day.

The thing about dating is that the person you’ve grown so close too has made you forget what either of you argued about daily. Those petty squabbles don’t seem so important now.

“The hell, man,” Eddie stumbles over his words. The green eyed monster is coming to buy himself a home inside of Eddie’s brain. “Are you? When did you?”

Evidence lays before him. Gentle touches. Far away gazes. Gareth laying his hands on you is the final wire that ignites Eddie’s brain. How could something like this have happened? How has he been so oblivious?

Questions arise like bile. None of which comes clean out of his lips. Eddie’s talking to himself now. Gareth can’t even get a word in to explain. The whole time Gareth thought that maybe Eddie could be happy. Because after all, didn’t Eddie want them to get along? And, you are. In a way.

You watch as Gareth chases down Eddie, who’s skating away at such speed. The pleasant day at the roller rink ends, as Eddie is ripping off his shoes without a single word to spare to Gareth.

Meanwhile, Robin nudges Jeff. The pair stand ideally by soaking in the soap opera before them. Neither have put a word in, but rather speak only so loudly that they can hear.

“That was awkward, right?” Robin whispers to his ear.

Jeff nods, “very.”

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While Eddie might be dubious of your relationship with Gareth now more than ever, neither of you let the moment at the roller rink spoil the budding relationship you have with each other.

Kissing the skin of your knuckles, Gareth has gotten cuddly in the past ten minutes with you. He finally has you alone, and to himself.

There’s no one at his home to interrupt the lovers.

Gareth’s home is quiet with sleep. You reject his offer to come inside because you can’t fathom waking his mother at an hour like this. Instead, you hop on the front hood of your car. Sitting next to each other like two peas in a pod.

“We’ve been on a few dates now,” Gareth starts slowly with a thumping deep in his chest.

You agree, “we have.”

The night air kisses your cheeks with a bite of cold, but suddenly the apples of your cheeks feel quite warm. Gareth’s body heat radiates against your left side. The long sleeved shirt you wore can’t save you from being too frosty. Gareth nudges closer to you.

“Do you- er- like spending time with me?”

“Yeah,” you blush.

There’s a pregnant pause, as Gareth tries to form the words of what next to say. He knows what he has to say, but he doesn’t quite know how to say it. The past month has been the most alive he’s felt in years. You’ve awoken a part of him that he didn’t know existed.

“I-,” he clears his throat. “I like spending time with you. And, er- we’ve been going out a while. I guess-,” Gareth takes a deep breath, before landing the words, “I was wondering if I could call you my girlfriend?”

You’re not too shy to kiss his lips. Something you’re quite used too now. The sweetness from your chapstick bounces back to your mouth, as you share this moment together.

“I’d like that a lot,” you bite back a yell of pure joy.

Gareth couldn’t keep the shit eating grin from his face, and he connects your lips again.

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[September - December 1983]

tags -> @leelei1980 @sheneedsrocknroll92 @jesuisbuginette @starrywhitenight @meetmeatyourworst @munsonburn3r @5tud10-54r4h @pvdulmol @loveryanax @am0iur @naatggeo

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson preference #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic

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chefkids · 1 year ago

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Have you considered making a list of all the predictions/possibilities and then checking off which are right?

Some of these are serious and some of these are not so serious

Tina goes full Mom on Sydney

We see flashback of Tina being a mom and starting off at The Beef

Mikey trying to set shit on fire

Richie flashback to Tiff leaving him because he's spending so much time trying to take care of Mikey

Richie accepts that it's over with Tiff

The staff hates Carmy, loves Syd

Richie plans on quitting but is convinced not to

Sydney gets sick/burnout and is forced to take time off

Carmy is put on time out for being insane

Nat, Tina and Richie threaten Carmy about how he's acting and how Sydney will leave him

Carmy meets Emmanuel

Syd meets Donna

Carmy helps Syd move to her apartment

Sydney throws up on Carmy

Sydney avoids signing the partnership agreement

Syd gets him to write up a new partnership agreement in her terms at the end of the season

Sydney calls out the I'm sorry sign for being useless

Carmy draws something specifically for Sydney, not just using the menu planning as an excuse

Carmy makes an overtly romantic move on Sydney

Nat, Tina, and Richie makes comments about the nature of Syd and Carmy’s relationship

Nat asks Carmy why he’s actually doing all of this when he had said “Fuck stars” and why he’s doing all of this for Syd and he finally opens up about his feelings to her

Carmy cooks for Sydney

Syd and Carmy table scene part 2 things go bad and she turns Carmy down

Big sydcarmy fight happens about her leaving and he basically says "I can't do this without you" and she says "Well I can, I did do it without you"

Sydney is offered a job somewhere else, tells Carmy she’s going to take it, but doesn’t in the end

Carmy tries to shut down The Bear cause he doesn't want to do it without Syd

Sydney has a feelings realization moment like Carmy did with the panic attack

Carmy tells Syd "I love you" while apologizing

Sydcarmy kiss goddammit!!! It's time!!!

They receive bad reviews that send Syd and Carmy in a spiral

Marcus receives some sort of high praise or award

Carmy gets credited for Syd's dish, rivalry/jealousy conflicts for how he's getting recognition and she's not

Power outage at the restaurant again

Carmy/Syd starts a fire at The Bear, probably Carmy sleep cooking

Carmy hallucinations/sleepwalking nightmares while cooking

Carmy ingests hallucinogenic mushrooms, accidentally

Sydney stabs Carmy

Someone yells at Sydney and then something awful happens to them #sydkarma

Carmy has a dream about Syd

Carmy's old Chef actually comes to The Bear

The Bear Cookbook offer

Natalie is mad at Donna because she thinks she didn't show up to F&F night

Ebra's sandwich window is popping off

OG neighborhood locals hate on the restaurant and try to sabotage it

Marcus makes a new donut

Marcus handles grief pretty well actually, meanwhile Syd and Carmy respiral with their own mommy issues/death grief

Carmy becomes paranoid about every guy after he finds out Marcus ask Sydney out

Luca offers Marcus a job

Carmy avoids going into the walk in for a while

Richie/Fak try to secretly set Carmy and Claire up in a “chance encounter” so he’ll see her again

Claire tries to get back with Carmy because Fak tells her that he loves her

Carmy turns down Claire and tells her he was not in love with her

The extended Faks try to beat up Carmy

Claire connects the dots between Syd and Carmy

Fak realizes Carmy likes Syd and is completely shook

Pete tells them they have a very very small chance of meeting Jimmy's payment deadline

Donna apologizes to Nat and Carmy

Donna gives them the money to save The Bear. Sells her house?

Chris Storer is forced to respond to his crimes

#the bear #the bear season 3 predictions

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ponkydraws · 3 months ago

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School is traumatizing.

At least it was for me.

I know that’s a wild statement to make so just let me explain because I don’t know where else to say this. But I do wholeheartedly believe it. Generally being kept in a building without any means of communication to those you love with a bunch of loud, mean people you didn’t like and being forced to do things you didn’t want to do would sound pretty bad, let alone for an autistic kid. Which I was. Undiagnosed. And for ten long years I put up with the noises, the people, the lights, the expectations, the burnout, the panic attacks, the separation anxiety, the bullying.

And boy the separation anxiety was so bad. I used to cry and shake for hours my first years in school. It was so bad my teachers knew me as the kid who wouldn’t stop crying for her mom and who had violent breakdowns if left without an adult. And they just let me cry. For hours. For years. Til exhaustion crept in and I went through a depressive episode at the age of 9. I have never been so utterly miserable. I would’ve done anything to get out of school. Anything.

So then of course I hated the kids who didn’t go to school. Whether it was mental illness or whatever I didn’t care, I just hated them. Misplaced jealousy and anger, I guess. Til this day it makes me squirm if someone tells me they didn’t go to school or were homeschooled because the desperate pain starts bubble up again and I can’t stop it. I just change the subject nowadays. But when I was a kid I would cry. And cry. I mean, how is an 8 year old supposed to comprehend that the living hell they were in was avoidable for some, but not for her. It translates to the conclusion that you just weren’t worth saving from it all.

In high school I fell into some…bad habits in an attempt to get people to realize just how sick and miserable I was. And they noticed. But they didn’t do anything. They pat me on the back and told me to go on. I had no will to live. And a bunch of scars that served as no help whatsoever to my condition because my teachers didn’t care and my parents didn’t understand the extent. I wanted out and I cried and begged desperately for it because I was just so miserable but it didn’t do anything.

So I graduated eventually. Began higher education. Left with hyper vigilance, memory gaps, panic attacks and imposter syndrome. It could’ve been prevented. School traumatized me.

I am 16 years old now, going on 17. I’m still in education, of course. But I feel nauseous when going the same routes I used to take to school, I wake up sweating and shaking from nightmares about my experiences, and I still feel my stomach drop when I see people that look like my bullies. I am better now but I will die on this fucking hill because YES. School is traumatizing, or it can be. It fucked me up in my formative years and I will never have normal stress responses. I am screwed over because my brain was spending all its time on either dissociating from the stress or repressing what it couldn’t handle. I have been in therapy. They came to the conclusion that I have complex childhood trauma, partially from everything I’ve just described. So if you’re like me, just know that I see and I hear you. You’re valid.

#school #childhood #trauma #growing up autistic #school experience #personal rant #mental health #complex trauma #childhood trauma #audhd #neurodivergent #vent? ish?

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glorifiedxbitch · 5 months ago

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Autistic character study !

Ishida Shouya from A Silent Voice <3

(obligatory disclaimer - this is a headcanon and, though i am autistic, may not be entirely accurate to autism as a whole. may also include common autistic traits as opposed to symptoms)

suicidal, more common in autistic people

as a kid, always has something in his mouth, suggests he's sensory seeking

very physical as a kid, sensory seeking behavior

no sense of danger

adrenaline junkie, sensory seeking behavior

tag is always sticking out of his shirt, suggests sensory difficulties

hyperfixates on shoko as her deafness was very new to him

inappropriate interaction with shoko, didnt know how to be respectful of her disability

class clown, doesnt always realize his behavior is inappropriate

teases shoko to get attention, likely doesnt realize how mean his actions are till he gets bullied

stims by clicking his pencil

doesnt understand why his friends didnt confess, suggests a strong sense of justice

cant forgive himself for causing trouble for his mom or hurting shoko, suggests strong sense of justice

gets angry when he cant decipher others emotions

learned sign language just to be able to make amends for his mistakes

fully plans his suicide attempt, including the days leading up to it, suggests a need for preparation

does everything in his power to make up for his mistakes but still feels guilty

felt like he deserved loneliness even though his old friends were bullies too

covering his ears and closing his eyes in the school halls suggest sensory avoidance/overload

feels distant from everyone, cant figure out how to close the gap or make friends again

overanalyzes social situations

avoids eye contact

uses scripts

avoids social situations and conflict but sense of justice wont let him ignore those in need

needs to have a scripted reason to engage with someone, not socially spontaneous

struggles to remember/follow unwritten social rules

has trouble adapting to new friendships

soft spoken and slightly monotone

went from one extreme to the other after trauma, suggests high masking or burnout

flat expression

doesnt openly express emotions, uncommon emotional expressions

doesnt understand the requirements of being friends, suggests a need for rules

fixation on being a good friend, doesnt want to repeat his past mistakes

doesnt speak much but uses lots of clarifying/specific language

flight response when overwhelmed

sign language echolalia

high empathy

stutters, stunted speech when not scripted

somewhat deadpan, can be perceived as rude

seeks advice, even when its socially awkward

begins to unmask, but regresses when reminded of his trauma

black or white thinking, shown in the Xs over peoples faces

tries to keep the peace

got physically sick at the thought that his trauma would be repeated

freezes at others big emotions

puts on an overenthusiastic mask to be clear that hes happy with shoko, doesnt want to be misunderstood

didnt ever actually apologize to shoko before becoming friends

shuts down at his school festival when people are talking about him

practices smiling before his school festival

extreme discomfort when looking people in the face, save for his friends, but when overwhelmed he cant look at them either

doesnt hug people back

doesnt react well to gifts

overcoming his social anxiety eased his sensory struggles

got extremely overwhelmed by emotion when thinking about his friends and how they helped him

#autism #autistic characters #character study #ishida shouya #koe no katachi #a silent voice #anime #he def has adhd too #but i dont know enough about that lol #it is autism or just ptsd #the world may never know #bc trauma is an inevitable part of autism #headcanon

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digitalhello · 5 months ago

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hello everyoneee ♥ i'm here with the person behind doors of 8a apartment, song yuri; the definition of a gifted child who's gone through the good old fashioned burnout. i have her short dossier here and her pinterest board for vibes here if you want to check it out. under read more you can find out more about her bio in form of bulletpoints!

27th of october, making her double scorpio + capricorn for my astrology loving friends, born and raised in seoul!

both of her parents are accountants and both of them are the definition of tiger parents. as far as her memory goes and as busy as her parents were with their jobs, they've also always emphasized studying, reading and learning and she was already attending cram school when she was four — to which her mother said was already too late. she didn't have barbies or bratz dolls growing up, and instead, newest book about physics or chemistry would be placed on her table as a present.

and soon enough everyone learned that she's actually quite talented when it came to numbers. the go-to for teachers if no one else understands the equations, been in math clubs throughout her school years, even won a national competition once (though it didn't matter to her mom because yuri was still always second on the students' grades list in high school lol!!), with many diplomas collecting dust in cardboard boxes back in her childhood bedroom.

her life was genuinely boring compared to her peers': while many were experiencing first loves, karaoke bars and exploring their youths, yuri was literally just... studying lol! it was a bit overwhelming but the knowledge of how many hours your parents put into your education and the guilt of "i cant let them down" every time her spirits waned kind of """"helped""" her push through. thankfully she was never made to pick up an instrument because her breakdown would've come a lot sooner... additionally while she wasn't the #1 pick of students in terms of popularity (her being taller than some of her male classmates didn't really help), she was generally liked; she'd help tutor other students and help them out! she never had that stuck up aura around her due to her grades

never really complains about anything because every time she tries to she's hit with the "i don't have time right now sweetie" so she just. bottles everything up... which is still a coping mechanism to this day whoops

it all pays off though and miss girl gets a ticket to a dept of astrophysics at snu :) her parents couldn't be prouder and obviously it's thanks to their care and dedication that yuri is given this special once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and really they made so many sacrifices in the past years... they put in their blood, sweat and tears into her... someone pat them on the back quickly!!!

(never mind the fact yuri doesn't actually remember when was the last time she ate a homemade meal of her mother's... or father's)

to stop yapping about her past tl;dr: the continuous flow of expectations and pressure makes yuri crumble in her second year of studies. she tries to push through, but with the amount of classes she's skipping on purpose... she eventually... drops out >_< and is promptly... cut off. because how dare she repay her parents like this after everything!!! hasn't spoken to her mom in years though her dad does reach out to check if she's alive from time to time

she couch surfs for about six months while working part time jobs until a close friend tells her about gyeogang's apts and helps her out with rent when she moves in in late 2022.

has been working as a florist at a local flowershop since 2023 and the job is, in spite of its actual nature that can be hectic and sometimes clocking in over 12 hrs a day, quite calming to her!!! after everything she enjoys having her hands occupied like that and seeing what her hands actually make when it comes to bouquets.

personality wise yuri is quite timid, sometimes too much for her own good. she tries to avoid conflicts and arguments, empathetic to others' opinions and feelings, on the introverted side. will help out however she can. quite warm when you befriend her, the type of friend for life & the type of friend you can reach out to after years of no contact without that feelings of awkwardness lingering in air. holds petty grudges however and will also completely ignore you if you asked her re: her uni situation...

some other tidbits: — has a six month old orange tabby named minnie. she thought it's a girl for longest time so the name just stuck.... and yes she's a victim to orange cat shenanigans — her apt is filled with cat safe plants!!! ask her abt recommendations or cuttings and she's your gal — has a deep fear of tinder — cycles wherever she can!!! she has a little green bike with one of those baskets on the front — got all of her piercings on a whim — has a faceless youtube vlog she hasn't posted on in like nine months — says how she needs to cook more but always forgets to buy eggs so she lives off of delivery — the type to leave anonymous noise complains notes on community board instead of directly confronting lol...

i prefer brainstorming for plotting, or taking up other people's wanted plots as my brain is pea sized when it comes to offering ideas on the spot so i will be sliding into dms instead!!!

#brewedintro #holy yapatron...

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sincerely-sofie · 1 year ago

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We've seen Necrozma, but what are Lunala and Solgaleo up to? Surely they would have Opinions about this.

Unlike Necrozma, Solgaleo and Lunala would be relatively unaffected by a world shrouded in darkness, and don’t care very much as a result. According to the Moon and Shield Pokédex entries for Lunala and Solgaleo respectively, Lunala does require light sources to metabolize into energy, but Solgaleo radiates energy as light at all times, so he is basically constantly providing a source of light that can sustain his wife— and Lunala is able to take in that light and disperse it so he isn’t overwhelmed by excess energy. They’ve got a nice little self-sustaining dynamic going on, and would be happy to return to Ultra Space to avoid having to deal with some obnoxious upstart Legend who’s bringing the property value down in town.

Necrozma, meanwhile, is terrified of the possibility of being reduced to his darkened form and trapped like that again— plus, he’s unwilling to flee into Ultra Space when his adopted son is finally all happily settled into their new surroundings after they moved into a village that had a large enough cave nearby to house Necrozma himself— so he’s got a lot of motivation to ensure that the world has a steady light source at all times.

In general, Legends that don’t interact with mortals often are very disconnected from anything outside of their domains. Unless it directly impacts them or their territory, they don’t care. Funnily enough, I received another ask around the time I got this one that summed up a perspective I had on a Legend who kinda shirks this concept of distance from mortals meaning a callousness and lack of care for others— Giratina!

Giratina is a strange case. She spends all her time in the Distortion World, rarely exiting the realm entrusted to her by Arceus, and actively avoids interacting with her fellow Legends and the mortals who dare to seek her out. She’s seen as a temperamental hermit amongst the Legends and a being of unspeakable power and unfathomable anger amongst mortals, but it’s not for the reasons you might think.

Giratina’s duty isn’t just to oversee the Distortion World— she’s also meant to watch over the normal world and to guard both of these realms. Arceus spends most of her time asleep, and it’s Giratina’s job to keep watch over everything in her stead and wake her up if things get too bad for Giratina threatening to send people to the Distortion World for time-out doesn’t stop the conflict in its tracks. So Giratina has a very intensive, very stressful job, and she’s a teeny bit bitter about being thrust into her mother’s role so that the Mighty Thousand-Armed One can take a nap. Her job is to care a lot about everything. She was made to care a lot about everything. She’s extremely empathetic and feels emotions— both her own and those of others— very deeply. This leads to her being frazzled and prickly all the time from some gnarly burnout that’s been building for all of millennia.

Fun fact: She isn’t banished to the Distortion World by Arceus in my PMD worldbuilding— Giratina essentially got upset about people being noisy and complaining to her all the time, so she stormed off and locked herself in the cosmic linen closet after screaming at her brothers to stop fighting or she’ll call Mom.

#sofie answers asks #the present is a gift au #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd sky #pmd explorers #pmd #pmd eos #pmd2 #giratina #Arceus #solgaleo #lunala #necrozma #creation trio

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codemom · 2 years ago

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INTRODUCTION

Hi everyone!

I'm excited to share that I'm starting a new chapter by diving into fullstack web development. In just a couple weeks, I'll be embarking on courses to learn HTML, CSS, JavaScript, Python and more...

As a stay-at-home mom of one, I'm thrilled for this opportunity to expand my skills. I've always loved learning new things, whether it's knitting, gardening, or coding. Now I get to take my self-education to the next level!

My goals are to stay focused, avoid burnout, and find a healthy balance between studying and family. I know there will be challenges ahead, but I'm determined to succeed.

I plan to document my coding journey here, share tips, and connect with others in the field. Web development has always fascinated me, and I can't wait to become part of this community. Wish me luck!

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wallapology · 7 months ago

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*shaking violently* hey guys. I’m writing a Randal Graves x Reader that is a rescript of his intro scene in Clerks and I need to share what I have somewhere. here it is. It is a BIG WORK IN PROGRESS. Um. That’s it.

18+ for mentions of explicit stuff

(Cw: d slur and f slur used, mentions of sex, mild fatphobia, I mean he’s a little bit of an asshole oopsie doopsies)’

Well. Today was shaping up to be a shitty day.

Not every day you had a break from work. And even when there was nobody to cover for, when you could get yourself off your ass for long enough to escape your parents who loved to breathe down your neck, to make you feel bad for half-existing, you often had no idea what to make of yourself.

You could invite a friend over. You could draw. You could write. But there were days when you could barely even get yourself to do that, whether that was due to social anxiety or general burnout from everyone, you weren’t really sure. Today was one of those days, so; You went on a walk.

Your mentally ill friends told you that they loved going on long walks and dissociating to blow off whatever emotion they were feeling (and in this case, it was melancholy), and as you put one foot in front of the other, you slowly felt that emotion fade slowly to one of apathy.

You saw a strip mall up down what must’ve been a mile or two off of the purgatory that was the Leonardo, New Jersey interstate. Quick Stop and RST Video were the only two in the lot. That, and it seemed like there was a huge ass building standing down the street that was under construction. You wondered what that was.

Hey, you thought, maybe your comfort movie could cheer you up.

As you approached the door, you looked up and down at the VHS tapes that lined the walls. Didn’t seem to have too much of a selection— you could’ve sworn half of them were smut just by looking at the title.

But there it was; right in the window. You wished you could reach your hand in through the glass so you didn’t have to talk to the guy who worked there.

Oh. Hold on. The lights were off. Were they open today? Glancing at the sign at the door, it seems like they should be.

Eleven AM was opening; the clock inside told you it was around 10:50.

Well, what else were you doing? Might as well wait. Might as well take a breath and people watch.

You waited. You glanced at the clock. It was 11:03.

You watched two boys stroll up to the front of the Quick Stop that looked to be closed on more meticulous inspection, watched as one of them put a boom box on the side walk and the other danced like nobody was watching. You avoided eye contact as he sauntered himself around the corner with his friend without a care in the world.

Some part of you wished you could join them.

11:15.

You sat on the sidewalk. Maybe the guy was running late. You figure you’d see somebody in the next couple of minutes hurriedly snug their station wagon into a parking space, speedwalk with the determination of a Suburban mom with their keys, give a hurried apology as they fumbled for the door.

But that guy seemed like he may never come.

You pulled out your Walkman, put your earphones in, popped in a Lit cassette that reminded you of the beat that was still ringing around the back of the building.

Around third time you wondered if you should just give up and keep going, you noticed a guy coming your way down the sidewalk, glancing at you, then at the door to the Video Store.

Was that the guy?

He was moving quite slow for someone who was around a half an hour late. Seems you had company.

You wondered if he was some sort of redneck. Would’ve looked it more if he wasn’t covering his scraggly hair with a backwards cap. Was that in nowadays? Both his jacket and failure to commit entirely to a mullet certainly weren’t doing him any favors, either.

You stuck your hands in your pockets.

The way he latched at and tugged with all of his might at the door caught you way off guard, made you jump a little. You wondered if he might be a tweaker— no. Too clear-eyed for that. If anything, could’ve been Kratom and a Red Bull.

You didn’t much mind, especially when he was looking at you like that.

You popped out one earphone. “Guy’s not here.”

“You’re kiddin’! It’s almost 11:30.”

“Yeah, it’s been like.” You glanced at the sign. “Half an hour. Maybe. At least.”

Maybe it was because you were paranoid, but… it almost was like he was too quick with the comment. Almost like a bit.

“Hope he’s okay.” You muse.

Like some kind of What Would You Do routine. It almost slipped your mind.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a firm kick on the door, giving it a BUMP.

“Man, I hate when I can’t rent movies!”

He slouched on the door with too much effort. He very much was in his early 20s, but he reminded you of a teenager: at the very least, he was just as Dramatic. You might as well play the bit, if it was one. What else were you gonna do today?

You shrugged, tapping the glass. “Wonder if they meant to close. I’d’ve tried Big Choice, but I see the movie I want right in the window.”

“Which one?” He cocks his eyebrow.

“Flash Gordon.”

“You came for that too? That’s the movie I came for.” He almost spit a load everywhere.

Load of horseshit, that had to be. What kind of guy other than obsessive nerds (and you knew, without shame, you fit in that category) would ever want Flash Gordon?

So you asked; “Why?”

“Why do you care?”

That was quick. He almost spat it out before you finished your question. Before you could even turn to try to let him out of it, he answered anyway.

“I’m a sucker for crappy movies.” He said it sarcastically, but you could bet there was some truth there.

“Hey, me too.” Well, of course. You both were loitering outside of a video store. Of course you both liked crappy movies. “It’s yours, man. I’ll seen it too many times.”

“How many?”

“Gotta be at least like.” You puff your cheeks out in thought. “Ten, at this point.”

“That’s nothing. I’ve seen it fifteen.” Was he trying to one-up you? Did that seem like some kind of flex, to him?

“No way! You’re a nerd too?” You didn’t necessarily mean to slight him, but your comment came out a little snarkier than you might have wanted it to be. You tended to do that. The thought of it caught you off guard, made you laugh at the last part.

“I just like to watch people embarrass themselves, Rodriguez.” He sits with his arms resting on the door frame.

“Rodriguez?” The question was genuine.

“Yeah. Pudge Rodriguez. You know him?”

It took you a second to realize he was dropping a punchline. Seems you fell for it. He was a baseball player, sure, but the deliberate choice of Pudge was probably referring less to the game and more to your muffin top that was spewing out over your midrise jeans. His eyes caught the light as he watched you parse it out.

Bold. What a bastard.

“Says you, Jeeter. When’s the last time you’ve hit any double with those flabby triceps?” Instead of crossing your arms— since that showed defensiveness, weakness— you made a show at pointing at it on his jacket, even pinching it a little.

“Hey! Hands off the merchandise!” He slapped your hand away— no bite to it, though.

“Unless you’re talking about the ones at Moobys, maybe.”

You raised your eyebrows, giving him a second to put it together. You let the corners of your lips twist upward into a smile.

“Tell ya what.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the door. He popped his jaw out a little, but his eyes were warm— the mouth wasn’t smiling, but his eyes sure were. “I betcha twenty bucks you won’t be able to rent that tape.”

“Which one?” You feigned innocence.

“Flash Gordon.”

“Twenty bucks?”

“Twenty bucks.”

“I already said you could have it. I’ll find another stupid sci-fi movie to watch.”

“What, you don’t want to see Sam Jones’s triceps anymore?”

You shrugged, playfully.

“Come on, what are ya, a Dyke? Twenty bucks in it for you.”

You took a second to think about it.

“Well, at least I know why you want it, now. Plus, how do I know that’s fair?”

He paused for a moment before turning to you again. They knew a fair amount, but not enough, you thought. His eyes were a lovely, lovely shade of blue.

“What are you talkin’ about, Willis?”

You rolled your eyes. Terribly corny, someone of his demographic likely shouldn’t even say it, and he didn’t even say it right. “You might know the guy who runs the joint, uhhhhh…” you look up in half mock-innocence and half genuinely coming up with ideas.

“Running some underground scam with the New Jersey mafia… I’m not from around here, right? so there’s my disadvantage.”

“You assume so low of me to try to trick you like that.”

“Maybe.” You pop your tongue.

“I’m wounded. Wounded by your satirical pessimism.”

You flashed him a grin. “if you’re so interested, how bout we up the anty?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I don’t know. What’s in it for you?”

He looked you up and down. Neither of you, you thought, were sure what to make of that. So you thought you might as well check him out, too.

You saw a couple of thoughts cross his mind. One of them he almost spoke on, but it seemed he choked back, a little bit. Maybe down to faking something being stuck in his throat. You wondered why, at this point of the conversation, he would feel like hesitating.

“A drink. From the store over there.”

He tried to stay casual, motioning with his thumb to the Mart that ran right alongside it. Looked closed, but then—

You walked up to the corner of the street to get a glimpse of what was written on the other end of the wall.

In big, black words that were written with little haste: “I assure you, we’re OPEN!”

“Wow, they’re assuring us they’re open. Now nice of em.” You stuck your hands in your pockets, walking back over. “I could’ve sworn you were gonna ask me for sex, working boy. Are you gonna buy me a beer, or do you not have a fake?”

“How old do you think I am?”

“Anywhere from sixteen to thirty five.”

“Careful! Could turn ya in to the police.” He gave you a small, cocky, shit-eating grin as he turned on his heel, almost with a bit of flourish, heading to the Quick Stop, it seemed.

“Where you going?” You raised your eyebrows, cautiously.

“Getting a pre-competition snack.”

“Good idea.” You follow behind him like a dog on his heels.

“Hey, Pudge! No girls allowed.”

“No fairies, either?”

“Nope.”

“So why are you allowed in?”

He stopped walking, and turned to look at you.

“What, Sam Jones not doing anything for you anymore?”

Now he let a smile slip.

He tried to let you in. You thought that may be leighway for you to get kicked in the pants, so you moved behind him and offered letting him in instead, with a flourish. You swore you could’ve heard someone say, “dude, she called him a fag!” From around the corner.

The guy at the corner of the quick stop looked tired— his mental age sure surpassed his years. But his eyes lit up as soon as your new friend made his way in through the door. As if on your cue, he pulled off a little shuffle as he fell in, as to announce his arrival.

“You’re late.” The dude at the counter spoke.

He whips around to face his seemed coworker (unless there was some kind of morning routine you, obviously, were unfamiliar with).

“What are you doin’ here? I thought you were playing hockey at one.”

Well, look who was right.

“The boss called. Authur fell ill.”

“Damn, he roped you into that?” You asked as you made your way in.

He glanced over at you, then him.

“You know each other?”

“No.” You smiled.

You saw him lean up on the counter— you tore your eyes away from him, for a second, to pick up a coke and some spearmint gum.

“What about the grate?” He pointed to the window as you moved.

“Nice job with the shoe polish.” You put your coke up on the table. If you didn’t figure it out before, you could certainly smell it.

He gave you a nod, with a slight roll of his eyes. “Thanks.” Before turning to him. “Some guy chewed gum in the locks.”

“Buncha savages in this town.” He shook his head. “Shit, had I known you were here, I’d have showed up later.”

“So if I make a twenty dollar bet with him, how fucked am I?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“I’m getting that money one way or another.”

“Not for being a little shit about it.”

“Omitting the truth, if anything. Dante, she’s bet me twenty bucks that she’s gonna get the Flash Gordon tape before I do.”

“I didn’t even agree to it.”

“You implied it.”

“Wanna take that to court?”

“You are just a sore little loser, aren’t you?”

Dante looked back and forth at the both of you. He cleared his throat, before putting a few VHS tapes and a key on the desk.

“Are you gonna go open the store, or are you gonna try to get in this girl’s pants for the rest of the day?”

“Not really. Give me the keys.”

#randal graves #dante hicks #view askewniverse #randal graves x reader #clerks #clerks II #clerks III #jay and silent bob #silent bob

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#fictober24 - day thirteen

"That's not the point."

original fiction (power payback)

word count: 643

Sprout opened the door to Primrose’s sedan and plopped into the passenger side seat. “I can drive myself, you know.”

“I know that, Daisy. But Mom wants me to make sure you’re not skipping your meetings.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling her seatbelt on. “I wouldn’t.”

Primrose sighed, sliding her shades back on. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”

Sprout mouthed ‘we’ mockingly, crossing her arms. It wasn’t like Primrose was coming in with her to these things.

Dr. Merlo had suggested, not so subtly, that Sprout go to these burnout recovery support meetings.

“Just try a few,” her talantologist had told her, handing her the flyer. “Losing your Talent can be a traumatic experience. Talking with a group of your peers who understand can help you process.”

Nevermind that her brain had blocked out most of it. Nevermind that she barely remembered anything from the moment she’d fallen into the rose bushes to waking up in the hospital. She had gotten the story herself from a third-hand account; Basil telling Magni what he’d saw when he’d gone to him for help, then Magni telling her when she was recovered enough to handle his story.

Kent, of course, told a very different story. He said that she had attacked him unprompted, then tried to use the vines she had conjured to strangle him further. Which she hadn’t been. But the scars on her hands only showed the pulling, not where she had been pulling.

Sprout shut her eyes and leaned her head against the seat. Her gloves chafed against the scars on her wrists, which weren’t so nerve-damaged as her hands. She was still getting used to not having them all covered by bandages. Primrose had oh-so-kindly suggested she cover them up before going to the meeting, just as she had suggested she not show up in her sweats and an old Marotto Family Nursery t-shirt.

She had complied with most of those requests. But she hadn’t parted with her sweats.

“These meetings aren’t a punishment. That’s not the point,” Primrose piped up, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Then what are they?” Sprout asked.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it. And you don’t have to talk about it with me,” she said. “But I also know you’ve been having nightmares.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve been staying in your room, Daisy. I can hear you screaming. We all can. You said you don’t remember it, but I think some part of you does.”

She looked down at her hands, curled into fists in her lap. “Do I scream?” she asked softly.

“Yes.” Primrose was quiet for a long moment, until they reached a red light. “You won’t even talk to Magni about it.”

“Well, I’m sure the sight of me passed out in a pool of two people’s blood was pretty traumatic for him too.”

“Ms. Quinn made him talk to the school counselor about it. Did you know that?” she asked.

“He told me,” Sprout said. She had known about that, obviously. He had mentioned it in passing during one of his visits to the Marotto household, quickly, as if he didn’t want her to worry about it. “What about Basil?”

“Mom doesn’t want to press him,” Primrose answered.

“He won’t even look at me, Primrose,” she told her. “Did you notice?”

“Maybe that’s something you can unpack in this meeting.” She turned into the community center parking lot.

Sprout was silent until she pulled up in front of the building and unlocked the door.

“Avoiding it won’t make it go away,” Primrose told her.

She opened the door. “I know.”

When she stepped out, she made sure to slam the door to her car. Hard.

Next time, she’d be sure to inform their mom that she was capable of driving herself to these things.

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