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Halloween requests!!! I've been vibing for pumpkin season since September 1st, so this is fantastic! I can't wait to see what Halloween horrors abound here 😍

Hook (Peter Pan 2003) x female reader

Smut: No preference, so whatever strikes your fancy

Reader is at a Halloween party and somehow ends up in Neverland? Bonus if Hook has something to say about her pirate costume (author's choice if it's in the style of big boxstore tacky, sexy, 'authentic', or what have you 🙃)

If you aren't up for the request, it's all good!

Captain James Hook (imagine Jason Isaac’s Hook) x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Halloween Party, Pirates, Kiss. AN: Hope you enjoy! I am open for Reader insert requests, come at me ya'll.

Halloween Pirate

The night was alive with the laughter and chatter of guests, their costumes creating a colorful sea through which you had to find your way. The Halloween party was in full swing, held within a grand ballroom adorned with cobwebs and flickering candles, casting eerie shadows upon those who danced beneath the crystal chandelier. Macabre decorations of skeletons and bats hung from the walls, pumpkins were found in each corner.

It was a party you couldn’t just attend without an invitation. And a costume. Those who weren’t dressed for the occasion were bluntly sent home. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in your own pirate costume. It was an ode to days long past, with loving attention paid to every detail, ensuring authenticity and capturing the spirit of a swashbuckling adventurer. From your tricorn hat adorned with golden trimmings to the billowing white shirt peeking out from underneath a deep red waistcoat, it was clear that no expense had been spared in the making of the ensemble. Your black pants hugged your hips, tucked into tall leather boots that comfortably encased your feet, perfect for dancing. Or dueling.

"Ahoy, matey!" a friend called out to you, raising their plastic lightsaber in salute. You grinned and returned the gesture, allowing yourself to be swept up in the lively atmosphere.

A fellow pirate approached you, clearly impressed by your attire. "You've really outdone yourself this time," they said admiringly, eyeing the gleaming cutlass hanging at your side.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and genuine appreciation. "I wanted to make sure it was as authentic as possible."

As you exchanged pleasantries with other party-goers, you couldn't help but feel a certain thrill – a sense that tonight would be one to remember.

You danced a bit with your friends and laughed a lot. But after a while, you felt your mouth turn dry and looked around for the tables with food and drinks on them. Of course, the drink you had set your eyes on was gone. An empty spot glaring at you. There was more in the kitchen, one of the waitresses told you, and so you decided to venture into the kitchen for a drink.

You made your way through the crowd, which was quite the challenge, to find yourself in front of a closed door that should lead to the kitchen. Here you had seen the waiters pass through all evening with fresh snacks and drinks.

But the wooden door was closed.

Weird, you thought. The door wasn’t very big either, smaller than you had thought it had been. Hadn’t there been double doors here? You must have remembered it incorrectly.

Pushing it open with a sense of adventure, you stepped into an opulent chamber that seemed worlds away from the raucous celebrations outside.

"Wow," you breathed, your voice barely audible as you took in the lavish surroundings. The walls were draped in rich tapestries depicting exotic lands and mythical creatures, while the floor was adorned with plush velvet cushions and ornate rugs. An enormous chandelier cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating a magnificent table laden with delectable treats and goblets of sparkling wine.

"Where in the world am I?" you wondered aloud, feeling as if you had somehow been transported to a realm of enchantment and luxury.

As you wandered deeper into the room, your fingers trailing over the smooth marble of a nearby statue, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strangely familiar about this place, as if you had stumbled upon a forgotten corner of your own imagination.

A large map spread across one of the walls. Curious, you approached it.

Only to realize that this wasn’t a world map. Not the one you were used to, anyway.

There was no Africa, no United States, no Europe. This was no ordinary map. Perhaps something of a fandom, you mused. Perhaps this was part of a storybook or a movie? It depicted a world unlike any you had ever seen before, a place where mermaids swam in crystal clear lagoons and pirates' coves lay hidden among rocky shores.

Absentmindedly, you traced your finger along the coastline of the fantastical island full of detail, more than you would have expected from a fantasy map. The word "Neverland" was emblazoned across the parchment in bold, swirling letters, and your heart skipped a beat as childhood memories of Peter Pan and his Lost Boys came flooding back to you.

"Neverland," you giggled softly, shaking your head. Of course, you knew about that fictional world.

"Ah, so you have heard of our little slice of paradise, haven’t you?" A husky, low voice came from behind you, catching you by surprise. The huskiness sent shivers down your spine. There was something raw about that voice, something that made a warmth spark in the pit of your stomach. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with none other than a man dressed as Captain Hook himself. He didn’t seem familiar, not anyone you’d ever met before. But he looked amazingly in character.

His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore straight into your soul, while his long black hair fell in seductive ringlets around his chiseled, stubble-lined jaw. He was dressed in the finest velvet, his tall hat adorned with soft white feathers that quivered with every movement. A silver hook gleamed menacingly from the stump of his right hand, a testament to both his ruthlessness and cunning.

"Captain Hook," you breathed, entranced by the vision before you. It was as if the infamous pirate captain had leaped straight from the pages of your favorite childhood storybook, brought to life in all his dark and twisted glory. This man’s costume was superb.

"Indeed," he replied with a wicked grin, stepping closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "So you have heard of me?” A pleased hum escaped his lips. “No wonder, since you are here.” He clicked his tongue, brushing the tip past his lips in a pensive gesture while he studied you for a moment.

“And who might you be, my dear? I don’t remember having seen you on my ship before."

You laughed, thinking the man made a funny in-character remark. The room did look like a luxurious cabin on a ship, you thought. And the man himself, he looked astonishingly like the real deal. Or well, like how you had imagined the captain would look like if he had been real. A perfect Halloween outfit, you thought.

“A fellow pirate?” He asked.

"Something like that," you replied coyly, your pulse quickening as his intense gaze roamed over your pirate costume. There was something undeniably alluring about this man.

"Your ensemble is quite remarkable," Hook complimented, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "One of the finest I've seen in some time."

"Thank you, Captain," you replied with a playful curtsy, enjoying the way his eyes remained fixed on you with a subtle undercurrent of attraction. "I do my best."

"Clearly," he murmured, stepping closer until the scent of leather and sea salt filled your nostrils. His presence was intoxicating, filling you with a heady mixture of excitement and danger, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. "Now tell me, lass—where exactly do you hail from?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you teased, meeting his intense stare with a mischievous glint in your eye. The game had begun, and you were more than eager to play along.

"Indeed, I would," Hook replied, his tone growing rougher as he sensed your willingness to engage in this dance of wits. "Perhaps I could persuade you to share your secrets, hm?"

"Perhaps," you mused, your heart pounding in your chest at his nearness. "But I think I'd rather keep you guessing for now."

For a moment, the man’s features darkened. As if he was frustrated by your response. Then his lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Very well," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "But remember, a captain always needs to stay informed. About anything,” here he paused and his blue eyes slid down your frame once more, “and everything,” he then added.

"Of course," you whispered, your breath hitching as you felt the weight of his words settle in your chest. Was he implying what you thought he was? Surely not. But then again, his eyes roamed your body and had darkened.

And then, before you could think about it any further, his left hand brushed past yours, and fingers tangled with yours, pulling you along gently but firmly. You followed, trying not to stumble at the sudden movement.

The tension in the air was palpable as Captain Hook led you away from the strange map and into a dimly lit, quiet nook. The atmosphere seemed to shift. You felt your breath hitch as Hook pressed you against the wall, his body effectively trapping yours.

“And right now,” the man whispered in your ear, breath tickling your skin, “I have stumbled upon a stranger dressed in such fine clothes, it makes me suspicious. Can she be a spy?”

Your eyes grew wide, feeling how you were still trapped between his upper body and the wall. The slight pressure was enough to keep you in place and at the same time, the friction created was making your nipples peak. “No, not a spy,” you quickly said, frowning. “I was looking for the kitchen. I never intended to end up…” Here you hesitated and tried to look around the man. Was this an expensive-looking office? Where exactly had you ended up?

"Be a mysterious, lass," he murmured, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. His gaze roamed over your outfit once more, this time lingering on the intricate details that made your pirate attire so authentic. "I must admit, I find myself quite taken with you."

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. As Hook's hand began to explore your body, tracing the curves and edges of your clothing, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement. His touch was firm yet gentle, and the contrast between his warm fingers and the cool metal of his hook sent an electric current through your veins.

"Tell me," he said, his breath hot against your ear. "If I were to take off these fine garments of yours, would I find you just as enchanting beneath them?"

His words hung heavy in the air, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat. Was this man serious? Then again, why didn’t you even try so much as to stop him? How come you enjoyed this? He was a stranger!

Hook had always been a figure of mystery and danger in your mind, but never before had you imagined yourself in such an intimate situation with him. And yet, here you were.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you managed to tease, your voice barely above a whisper. It was a risky game you were playing, but one you couldn't resist.

"Indeed, I would," he growled, his grip tightening on your waist. The pressure of his fingers and the sharp edge of his hook served as a reminder of his dominant nature, and you couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what he might do next.

"Perhaps," you continued, your heart racing in your chest. "But you'll have to earn that privilege, Captain."

Hook's eyes darkened with desire, and you knew you'd successfully stoked the flames of his curiosity. Whether that was a wise decision or not, only time would tell. But for now, you were both caught up in the dangerous dance of attraction, unable to break away from the magnetic pull that kept drawing you closer together.

"Very well," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Tell me a story.”

His request surprised you, his voice low and inviting. A story? About what?

"Alright," you agreed, laughing softly. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a girl who found herself at a Halloween party, dressed as a pirate..."

You began to spin a tale that danced between fantasy and reality, weaving together your own experiences with elements from stories you'd grown up with. As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice how intensely Hook was listening to you. His gaze never wavered, and you felt as if he was seeing straight through to your soul.

Feeling bolder, you reached out and let your fingers trace the intricate embroidery of his velvet coat, finding it surprisingly soft beneath your touch. Not the fancy dress material, you noted, but the expensive real deal. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, gauging his reaction. He didn't pull away, instead, his lips curled into a slight smile, encouraging you to continue.

"Go on," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the party in the distance.

Emboldened by his response, you allowed your hands to wander further, exploring the taut muscles beneath his clothing. The contours of his body sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself both fascinated and excited by what you discovered. The dangerous undertone to your actions only served to heighten the thrill, making your pulse race wildly in your chest. Whoever this stranger was, he was well-built, making your core pulse hot and wet. You knew you should stop before things got too far, but why stop now when feeling him up was bringing you such pleasure? You deserved a little bit of fun every now and then, didn’t you? And this man was fun. At the very least, he was exactly the type of man you had dreamed of. And he wanted to be touched by you. How often have you had a chance like this?

Hook's breathing grew heavier as your fingertips grazed over his chest, the feeling of desire clearly mutual. His striking blue eyes darkened with lust, locked onto yours as if daring you to push the boundaries even further.

"Interesting," he commented, his voice husky and thick with unspoken need. "But how does your story end?"

"Perhaps it doesn't have to end just yet," you suggested, your voice trembling with anticipation. You were playing with fire, but you couldn’t resist. A tad longer, you thought, just a bit more. Enjoy it as long as it lasts…

You felt your fingers trail down the curve of his shoulder, every inch of him a testament to power and danger. The tension in the air thickened as you brushed against the fabric encasing his arm, your mind racing with the excitement of the unknown. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn't help but wonder if he could feel it too.

"Careful," Hook warned, his voice low and almost playful. "There's more to me than meets the eye."

"Isn't that true for everyone?" you replied, curiosity guiding your hand further down his arm. When your fingertips grazed over something cold and metallic, you hesitated, your pulse quickening.

"Ah, you've found my little secret," he murmured, his eyes darkening as they held your gaze. "Would you like a closer look?"

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from the gleam of metal. As he slowly raised his arm, you realized with a start that what you had felt was not a mere ornament or accessory. It was his hook, glistening silver and wickedly sharp.

It was real.

And its presence sent shivers down your spine. Because this was more than just a fancy dress item. This was more than a costume. The hook was attached with expensive-looking leather straps. Too glorious to have been crafted for a Halloween feast. Perhaps he had played the part somewhere else, you wondered. But an eerie feeling settled in the pit of your stomach that there was only one explanation for why this hook looked so real and so sharp.

This man truly had no hand.

And this hook was truly a replacement for it, sturdy and made to last all the wear and tear of ordinary day life.

"Your... your hook..." you stammered, your wide eyes shifting between the deadly weapon and his piercing blue gaze. "It's real."

Hook grinned, a sinister edge to his smile that made your heart race even faster. "Of course, darling," he purred, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I am Captain Hook, after all."

In that instant, the line between fantasy and reality blurred. You were struck by the powerful realization that this man, this pirate, might be more than a man in a costume. He was alive, dangerous, and undeniably captivating.

“You seem surprised,” he murmured, “You weren’t a moment ago. What changed?”

Unable to find words, you stared at him, lips parting and closing like a fish.

"Does it frighten you?" Hook asked, his voice laced with a dark and seductive undertone that made it impossible to look away while he twisted and turned the hook in front of your face. You had no other choice but to watch the cold metal up close, see the sharp tip glisten in the light of the lamps.

You hesitated, but then your eyes met his hypnotic blue ones. A strange sense of resolve washed over you.

"Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... I think I like it."

Hook's grin widened, and for a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw a flash of genuine admiration in his eyes. "Well then," he said softly, as if sealing an unspoken pact between you. "Close your eyes," he instructed, his breath warm against your ear. Obediently, you allowed your eyelids to flutter shut, surrendering yourself to him completely.

And then, suddenly, you felt his lips on yours, soft and insistent, claiming you as his own. The kiss was like nothing you'd ever experienced before, a dizzying blend of passion and tenderness that left you breathless and aching for more. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, losing yourself in the intoxicating taste of him.

As the two of you kissed, warmth spread through you, making your skin tingle. This man was a good kisser, you thought. Too good to be true. Your knees turned to jelly and you were grateful to be wearing such sturdy boots or you might have melted into a puddle.

When at last you broke apart, your chest heaving with the effort of catching your breath, you opened your eyes to find Hook smirking down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I think I know the ending to your tale,” he whispered, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. "And they lived happily ever after,” a soft whisper that sent goosebumps down your skin.

Then he started to laugh, his grip on you tightening as he pulled you in close. Then he cut off his own laughter by pressing his lips against yours once more in a demanding and sensual kiss that made you see stars.

“I suppose you are mine now,” the captain mumbled once the kiss was broken. “After all, you are on my ship. And you know what they say, finders keepers.”

You wanted to laugh, wanted to say how silly that idea was, even though you felt flattered that he wanted to keep you. But then the wooden door through which you had come opened and a new man appeared. A sailor. Mr. Smee. He looked shocked, probably just as shocked as you. Because behind the sailor you didn’t see the ballroom you had left only minutes ago. Instead, you saw and heard the sloshing sea. Rambunctious pirates walked the deck. Seagulls flew overhead. And the very real and very cool metal hook was now near your throat, lovingly bringing you in for another kiss, when you realized, this was no mere man dressed in a costume to attend a party.

This Captain Hook was real.

~*~

AN: Out of 10, how screwed are you? Or… how much will you screw? . . . if you want to show me some support, why not buy me a virtual drink and help me buy new glasses in real life :) ♡ Support me on Ko-Fi ♡ Love you all

[dead-twink-storage]

One of those things I learned from my father not explicitly told through words directly but indirectly is that just because a job is in an office or is retail doesn't mean that it isn't taxing and hard to do that one has to value their own worth as a worker above the demands of their employer's desires.

The man has worked physically demanding construction and manual labor jobs from his teenage years to his now very late 50s and is still going in and getting his hands dirty building vital infrastructure. Yet he has told me time and time again that I am working too many hours at the design office or that my once upon a time record pressing job was not worth the health issues it was causing.

These were and are well paying jobs if I was going through the same things for a minimum wage job like many current GenZs and a good number of my fellow Millennials his response would be and has been to quit because no entry level job is worth the level of commitment and hours for no benefits and no decent pay if you have the means to obtain better. The idea that I am going to take the opinion of labor and that one needs to suffer for their wage slave gig from some PragerU twat who hasn't worked an honest days work since their part time retail clerk high school job in 1994 over my own father's extensive work experience is laughable. Provide a world and a work environment worth people's effort and commitment before you demand their blood, sweat, and tears for your profit margin and certainly don't mock some poor overworked teenager who fears the rest of their life will be the boxstore rush hour that leaves them with no time for friends or family.

[thestudentfarmer]

March 6, 2023

Hello and Good evening!

I hope everyone has been doing as well as they can and have worked towards their personal goals this week!

The update for the lentil project!

I took some of the growth and mixed it in the soil, I planted 2 boxstore purchased jalapeños for now. The rest of the bed I'm leaving be for now until the transplants go in.

The carrots for seed are getting big and leafy now, i am super stoked to see the flowers develop on these carrots! I'll be planting armenian cucumbers among this row when the starts get going., tho of you are looking to do crop rotation it is suggested to do tomatoes after carrots. (Carrots help make the soil fluffier for their roots)

I picked the peas and got a 1/4 pound

I plan to use them in veg/meat stir fry. And that will top either rice or spaghetti squash.

And a new thing to try, we're gonna try to root celery to try and grow and I saw a thing about regrowing lettuce in a tub. I know that it may regrow when sliced from in ground lettuce, but I'm not so sure this way. This lettuce is a romaine.

I've also been working on some egg aprons for a small event to help fund garden projects, scraps from these will get used for a quilt.

We also finally found some chicks! I'm extra excited because the chicks as far as I understand are from hatchery and chicken keepers in my state! And I am always excited to help support as local as possible when I can.

While it is the worst picture ever, 3 buff orpington chicks :)

How's everyone doing on the gardening, homesteading or sustainable journey going?

I'm hoping this week to make a batch of bagels, 2 loaves of bread and make a chicken pot pie and some kind of sourdough desert, (as my sourdough is going crazy!) And a batch of cookies for my Hubs.

🌱🌻Happy homesteading everyone!🌻🌱

[yetanotherknitter]

friendly reminder that if you ever feel like clothes don't fit or look good on you it's because most boxstore clothes are ✨badly made✨

I'm altering this skirt so it Actually Fits (and because the front had a pleat situation that was Unfortunate but I bought it knowing I would change that) and it turns out that the two front panels are and INCH AND A HALF different in length! the worst of it is right where the pleats were so it was mostly hidden until I got it flat but what is that!!! what is that!!!!!!!!

[tamedstray]

Wear this Cain! (a Vigor costume in the style of a Cheap boxstore Halloween re-creation of his signature look)

⸺ 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 Send “Wear this!” and an outfit and my muse will have to wear that outfit for yours

Cain unfurls the tightly packed costume. His face twists in disgust as he inspects the task before him. ❝Have the gods finally abandoned me? Is this what they send in lieu of a messenger? Auugh— the smell!❞

      It is, if nothing else, mercifully easy to put on, the design so devoid of detail that Vigor's igote is printed onto his shirt, and the breeches have been replaced with spandex with the seams printed on. The coat is the most substantial piece, helping mask the horrors that lay underneath. While the colour is off, looking more ruby than warm, oxblood red, and there definitely aren't pockets, it could at least be worn without shame. No shoes were provided, so he borrows a pair of short brown boots to try to make it work.

      ❝I know I say this all the time, but I must be released from these clothes!❞

      The package contains a wig and fake moustache, unnaturally shiny gold, knotted and already starting to shed. Cain sighs and simply disguises himself with blond hair in a similar brassy tone. The makers of this abomination clearly couldn't decide whether Vigor should have long hair or short hair, so they compromised and gave him a mullet.

      He finally emerges from this tent. For once, Cain is devoid of his usual charm and flare, dead-eyed and devoid of joy as he approaches Vigor. There is a long pause as Vigor stares at his ill-fated brother, wide-eyed and speechless, before succumbing to a fit of uncontrollable laughter. He drops to the ground as he wildly clutches his chest and stomach before finding the breath to speak. ❝A poor artist blames his tools. I just don't think you can pull it off...❞ Vigor says as he wipes away his tears. ❝Now, let's show the others.❞

[merrysithmas]

wishlist for snw s3:

-some actual strange new worlds

-carol marcus being batshit (she invents the star trek a-bomb... please make her morally ambiguous instead of a boxstore brand Girlboss)

-more pike & una on missions or tackling things together

-less christine, love her tbh but yep. we got a lot of her in s2

-uhura & scotty getting to know one another

-more jim & sam

-dr m'benga deserves some damn happiness if anyone deserves a romance or some other joy it's him s2g

-give ortegas a cute little girlfriend

-MORE T'PRING and thus more of spock's no good very bad ruined gay little life

-jimbo & spock playing chess obvi

-i feel like jim's gonna propose to carol and she's gonna be like lol "ok" and then not show up and jims gonna be like 😔💐🕍

-pike has a moral objection to air fryers

-i need pike somehow ending up at a mall food court or eating street food

-la'an taking some chances like she said she would :)

-cpt batel becoming a commodore (?) and she's in charge now with April so she doesn't get fridged

-una watching hair tutorials and revealing the iconic Beehive

-my darling leonard mccoy pls be friends or somesuch with Dr Korby when Christine goes off to do her thing so i can glimpse your dear face

-less drama on the ship more travelling on diff worlds

[nudeartpluspoetry]

Box Store

a box store isn't where they sell boxes. it's where they sell stuff they bought "in volume" and marked up only as far as the stuff would look cheap. i go to one of these stores. it's where retail items get one last chance, like habitual felons. i buy two bars of Cashmere Bouquet soap there because i need soap and i've liked that name for decades and it's a two-word surrealistic poem. the husband of the woman in front of me in line to pay, he's disabled. he leans on one cart while she unloads the other. they're around 40. she hands him his retractable cane, then unloads 2 rugs, 9 bags of gerbil food, and 10 boxes of cereal. as the cashier shoots the items with his laser-gun, he says to the other cashier, "when do we get help?" the woman in line ahead of me to pay says, "are you hiring?" the cashier does not look at her and says, "we just hired some people. there's an application over there." i watch the disabled husband. he keeps his game face. he refuses to look ashamed. he looks out but not down. i think he was hurt on the job. badly. like his leg is permanently wrong. he still wears the jacket with the label of his company. his hair is neatly trimmed. the cashier says, "will that be credit or debit?" the husband says, "debit."

hans ostrom 2019

[moksharealtor]

#costco in #kailua-kona was looking #gorgeous this #sunset #colorpop #clouds #boxstore #kailua #kona #bigisland #hawaii #like #folliw #followme (at Costco) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5PZbdCAoNh/?igshid=wre2279tjez1

[blackriver1]

In case you haven't been to Costco or any other big box store and missed the memo. New card. #Costco #membership #box #boxstore #shop #shopping #shoplocal #fun #funny #humor #santa #christmas #red #silly #gca #greetingcard #greeting #letterpress #love #holiday #indie #music #loud #paper #papergoods https://www.instagram.com/p/B3hOhQeBiHf/?igshid=16idsz4lbigz1

[sakebytheriver]

Tbh it's kinda disappointing that there were two workplace sitcoms featuring talented diverse casts and really great writing out at the same time and somehow the beyond radical show about coworkers in a big boxstore that literally ended it's first season with a walk out and a workers strike saying from the very beginning with its whole chest that you should unionize, break the rules to give moms maternity leave, protect undocumented immigrants, and so much more was way less popular on this website than the one about cops

[secondaryartifacts]

Indiana Jones and Raiders of the Last Boxstore

[dead-twink-storage]

The reason to not stop a shoplifter is that there’s no social incentive to do it in America anymore. All the feel good cope excuses of “oh they’re totally just stealing bread to feed themselves like some ye olde fairytale” or “it’s to fuck over the capitalist corporation” is a crock of shit by people who don’t want to admit just how broken, hedonistic, and beyond repair our social cohesion is now or by people who think they can change a savage or “uplift” a petty criminal with feel good moral indoctrination.

You don’t get involved because you will get legally fucked over for violating the bureaucratic call to inaction on the part of all non-government affiliated citizens if you stop the fuckhead trying to steal a flat screen. You don’t get involved because no one will come and help you if the cigarette boosting crackhead decides your organs need to be rearranged by his knife they’ll just stand around like useless tools recording your pathetic non-heroic death. You don’t get involved because it’s all coming to a chaotic end and it’s going to spill far outside the boxstores in your lifetime and it’s better to save that fruitless attempt to keep order and structure for when it will actually matter for you.

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[byronschmidt-blog]

So after getting whacked with the spring brace and breaking my old hat. I went shopping for a new one. @markscanada sells this Fibre Metal for $75. @kmstools has it for $30. It’s not right that the box store gouges people on required safety equipment. #becarefulwhereyoushop #itneedsstickers #marksworkwearhouse #pricegouging #ppe #alwayswearyourhardhat • . . . . #dontmindthetoddlerpotty #lid #boxstore #hardhat #fibremetal #priceshopping #shopping #framerlife #carpenter #carpentry #woodworking #woodworker #woodwork #framer #framing #framersareadyingbreed #buildersofinsta #bluecollar #construction #framersofig #kms #kmstools #grey #roughneck #staysafeoutthere #shoplocal (at Chilliwack, British Columbia)

[thomasjopray]

Look, I understand that I'm buying #boxstore #birchplywood and not #balticbirch #plywood but this many large #voids is terrible. I've had pretty good luck with #purebond plywood so far, and I hope that this was just one batch - my last two sheets came from the same stack, at the same store. The last one, both sides were "B", with filled knots. Normally, it's an AB grade. Any advice @purebond ? I enjoy the value of your products, but I also can't afford to waste anything. And I can't see the voids until I cut into the sheet, making it unreturnable. #woodworking #carpentry #plywood #voidsandknots