#creating and sending out job applications

[judas-had-a-crown]

I am eternally exhausted.

[dandunn]

Bleh.

[inkskinned]

it's easier to apply for jobs than ever! so what if you lost your insurance, anyone can get a job these days, even without meds. everyone is hiring! there's a "good employee" shortage!

well you just need to revamp your resume, here's a paid app subscription that can read it for you. rewrite the cover letter they won't read. google jobs in my area and then scrawl through Monster/Indeed/worbly. did you want to save the search? this was posted 98 days ago. over 1 billion applicants! this position is trending.

jobs i actively like doing and get paid for. your search returned no results. easy-apply with HireSpin! easy apply with SparkFire! easy apply with PenisFlash! with a few short clicks, get your information stolen.

watch out! the first 98 links on google are actually scams! they're false postings. oopsie. that business isn't even hiring. that other one is closed permanently. find one that looks halfway legit, google the company and the word "careers". go to their page. scroll past brightly-lit diversity stock photo JOIN US white sans serif. we are a unique, fresh, client-focused stock value capitalism. we are committed to excellence and selling your soul on ebay. we are DRIVEN with POWER to INNOVATE our greed. yippee! our company has big values of divisive decision making, sucking our dicks, and hating work-life balances. our values are to piss in your mouth. sign here and tell us if you have gender issues so we can get ahead of the sexual harassment claim. are you hispanic although let's be real we threw out the resume when we saw your last name.

sign up to LinkHub to access updates from this company. make a HirePlus account to apply. download the PoundLink app. your account has been created, click the link we sent you in 15 minutes. upload that resume. we didn't read the resume, manually fill in the lines now. what is your expected pay grade. oh actually we want hungry people, not people driven by a salary. cut a zero off that number, buddy, this is about opportunity, and we need to be thrifty. highest level of education. autofill is glitching. here is an AI generated set of questions. what is your favorite part of our sexy, sexy company. how do you resolve conflict. will you get our company logo tattooed on your person. warning: while our CEO is guilty of wage theft, we will absolutely refuse to hire a nonviolent felon.

thank you for your interest at WEEBLIX. we actually already filled this position internally. we actually never had that posting. we actually needed you to have 9 years of experience and since you have 10 years we think it might be too many? we'll be texting you. we'll email you. we'll keep your resume. definitely absolutely we won't just completely ignore you. look at your phone, there's already a spam text from Bethany@stealyouridentity. they're hiring!

wait, did you get an interview? well that's special, aren't you lucky. out of 910 jobs you applied to, one answered, finally. and funny story! actually the position isn't exactly as advertised, we are looking for someone curious and dedicated. it's sort of more managerial. no, the pay doesn't change - you won't have any leadership title. now take this 90 minute assessment. in order to be a dog groomer, we need you to explain cell biology. in order to be a copyeditor, write a tiny dissertation about the dwindling supply of helium on the planet. answer our riddles three. great job! we just need to push this up to Tracy in HR who will send it to Rodney who is actually in charge. and then of course it's jay's decision and then greg will need to see you naked and if you survive you'll be given a drug test and a full anal examination.

and of course you'll be hungry this whole time, aren't you, months and months of the same shit. months of no insurance, no meds, no funding, barely able to afford the internet and the phone and the rent - all things you need in order to even apply for our thing. but do it again! do it again and again and again, until you flip inside out and turn into a being of pure dread!

you're not hired yet because you're lazy. there's over one million AI-generated hallucinated jobs in your area. don't worry. with zipruiter, hiring and firing is easier than ever. sign up. stay on-call.

in the meantime, little peon - why don't you just fucking suffer.

[kkirincorrectquotes]

Anko *smirks: Iruka, the next applicant is here.

Iruka: Please send them....Kakashi, what are you doing here?

Kakashi: Well, I'm bored, so I've decided to come out of retirement. Here is my resume.

Iruka: Your....resume.

Kakashi: Yes, I'm here for your personal assistant posting. And as a former Hokage, the law allows me to apply to any job I choose. So here you go.

Iruka, going over Kakashi's resume: ....Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

Kakashi: Yes

Iruka: Okay...and may I know what you create?

Kakashi: Solutions that may seem like problems but are actually ingenious. I've put down Tenzou as my reference.

Iruka: ....No.

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Ꮺ . , THROUGH UPS & DOWNS , L.CY !

PAIRING: bf ! anton × gf ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: you always managed to pull yourself up out of breakdowns or sadder parts of life but you never once imagined someone creating a fuss to take care of you through your downs. [REQUESTED] . . . . . . GENRE: #comfort core, fic. WORD COUNT: 1k [LIBRARY]

You and Anton have been together for years, long enough to trust him with everything—well, almost everything. Moving in together felt right at the time, but lately, you’ve been questioning whether that was a mistake. Some days are good, some are bad, but the worst ones? The ones like today? Those are the hardest because you don’t even have the energy to pretend you’re okay.

Maybe it’s the fact that no matter how many job applications you send, no one seems to want you. Maybe it’s that sinking feeling that you’re not just struggling—you’re a burden. No, scratch that. You are a burden. Full stop.

Still, you push yourself to keep going. Just one foot in front of the other. You grip the door handle, take a shaky breath, and step inside.

Anton is there, standing in the middle of the living room like he’s been waiting for you. His face lights up when he sees you, but that stupidly proud smile of his only makes everything worse. How the hell can he still look at you like that when you’re contributing nothing?

“Hey…” His voice is soft, but his brows pinch together in concern. “You look—uh, kind of out of it. You okay?”

And that’s it. That’s the last fucking straw.

Your bag slips from your fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud as you practically throw yourself at him. Your arms wrap around his torso, your face burying into his chest as the sobs hit you full force. Ugly, shaking, can’t-breathe kind of crying.

Anton doesn’t even flinch. No awkward hesitation, no stiff pat on the back like he’s comforting a coworker or some shit. His arms immediately close around you, holding you tight like he’s physically trying to keep you from falling apart.

“Hey, hey… Shh, I got you,” he soothes, rubbing slow circles into your back. “It’s okay. I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

You want to believe him. You really do. But all you can focus on is how your breathing is coming in short, shaky bursts, how your fingers are gripping his shirt like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground.

What fcks you up the most, though? The fact that he doesn’t care. Not in a bad way, but in a way that makes your chest ache. You’re standing here, falling apart—messy, broken, so not okay—and yet, he’s holding you like you’re still worth something. Like he’d do this a thousand times over if it meant you didn’t have to go through it alone.

And maybe… just maybe… that’s enough for now.

“C’mere, let’s sit and talk, yeah? Nothing’s wrong, especially when I’m here.”

Anton doesn’t wait for you to agree—he just scoops you up like you weigh nothing, and you cling to him like a damn koala, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. He settles onto the couch, pulling you onto his lap, but before you can bury yourself back into his chest, he gently tilts your face up, wiping away your tears with his thumb. Not that it does much, since they just keep coming.

You sniffle, taking a shaky breath. “I can’t find a job… And I don’t want to stay financially dependent on you. I don’t want to be a burden. Everybody’s so mean. Jiah won’t even talk to me anymore because she thinks it’s embarrassing to be seen with me.” Your voice cracks, but you force the words out anyway. “Are you… Are you embarrassed of me too?”

For a moment, he just looks at you, his hands steady on your waist, his eyes soft but serious. And then, instead of answering, he leans in and kisses you. Slow, deep, like he’s trying to get you to shut up in the most effective way possible. His lips move against yours in a way that makes your heart stumble in your chest, and when he finally pulls back, you’re breathless and blinking at him like an idiot.

Anton smirks a little, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “First of all,” he starts, his voice firm but warm, “just because you aren’t getting a job right now doesn’t mean you’re dumb. It just means there aren’t enough of them. That’s not your fault. Second, you are not a burden to me. But since I know how much this is bothering you, why don’t you look for something temporary? Editing, content writing—there are tons of online jobs that could work until you figure out what you really want to do.”

He pauses, letting that sink in before he continues. “And Jiah? That’s her problem, not yours. She should be embarrassed of herself for acting like that. I’m just proud that my baby spoke up about it.”

It’s a lot. A mix of advice, comfort, and pure tonie logic, but somehow, it actually helps. You feel… lighter. Like maybe the weight on your chest isn’t crushing you as much.

And just when you think you couldn’t feel more relieved, he adds, “Besides, I’m gonna marry you anyway, whether you’re ‘successful’ or not, no matter what other people think.”

You blink at him. “Wait, what?”

Anton just grins, pressing a kiss to the top of your head like he didn’t just casually say something that could actually give you a mini heart attack. “You heard me.”

Your heart is a mess—pounding, fluttering, tripping over itself—but his hands are steady as he cups your face, wiping away the lingering tears with his thumbs. His touch is so gentle, it makes your chest ache in a different way.

“Does it feel better now?” he murmurs. “Now you know… sharing is way better than keeping it all bottled up?”

You sigh, letting your head rest against his chest, listening to the steady, calming rhythm of his heartbeat. “Yeah,” you admit, voice quiet but honest. “I think… I think I’ll share every time I feel sad from now on.”

Anton hums, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You better,” he mutters. “Because I’ll always be here for my pretty girl.”

He tightens his arms around you, rocking you gently like it’s the easiest thing in the world to hold you together when you feel like falling apart. And for the first time in a while, you actually believe it.

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headcanons : med student!abby anderson x liberal arts student!reader ᥫ᭡

content: wlw relationship. modern college au. ramblings of fluff, maybe a touch of angst but nothing heavy. enjoy <3

a/n: my authority for writing this you ask? i'm an english major who gets asked regularly what i am going to do with my degree! also this is my first time writing about abby i just had to get this idea out of my head and on to the screen.

-abby decided at a young age to follow in her father's footsteps and become a doctor as well. she committed herself to studying science and math as a kid and occasionally disregarded her other studies like music, art, and english. she did enough to keep a 4.0 GPA but her heart was in science tournaments, young medical professional groups, and ap bio.

-she got into one of the best schools in the states for medicine and was a stellar student in organic chemistry, anatomy, and neurology. she knew she was going to do great on her MCAT, but unfortunately, she wasn't doing so great in some of her gen ed classes and it was impacting her gpa.

-that was how she found herself in a tutoring center in one of the older buildings on campus that was shockingly different from the science buildings she spent all of her time in. she had an appointment with you, but was so nervous to go and admit that she was having trouble in something as simple as art history or literature or communication.

-when she sat down to have her appointment with you, you immediately calmed her nerves and assured her that there was nothing wrong with needing some help in classes she wasn't comfortable in. you helped her ace her quiz and then she just kept coming in to see you. over and over. until she eventually passed the class with an A and no longer needed your assistance.

-and then, as luck would have it, abby got her own job as a tutor for science courses and who happened to walk in but you! the tutor who helped her pass her own difficult course.

-it was history from there.

-despite abby's commitment to her education, she was always able to carve time out of her schedule to be with you. she loves studying with you and filling up a room in the library with your stuff to prepare for exams together. she takes a whiteboard and writes all of her notes on it while you're rereading historical texts or revising your final paper about a painting abby doesn't really quite understand.

-she never makes you feel less than for not studying something "more difficult" as people have before. she loves hearing about your passions for history or writing stories or creating art. she'll come with you to art galleries and try to input her own thoughts from time to time about what she thinks certain pieces mean.

-she understands that graduate school applications are just as important to you as medical school applications are for her. you'll do practice interviews with each other and try on outfits for each other.

-abby will not stand for someone making fun of you for your choice of studies. you two once went to a family gathering on abby's side and when some of her family members began interrogating you on how you're going to get a job and even imply that you'll be living off of abby for your whole life, she gets all up in their face and comforts you later! you will not be sending birthday wishes to those family members anymore and she can guarantee that.

-if you guys get accepted in to schools that are long-distance from each other, you'll absolutely make it work. abby is so methodical that she'll never forget to text you and plans out times that either of you can visit.

-if you ever dedicate a piece that you've created in school to her, she'll positively swoon. like if you wrote a poem about her, she would print it out and pin it up on the fridge. if you painted her, she would hang it up on the wall. and she's the best model for those things too

-i imagine that dinners with your colleagues or friends are very random. abby has but a few friends in her residency and they're each as professional as her. you, however, come with a group of lively people who are discussing philosophical ideas or debating about a piece of art history and how its influenced modern culture. it would be an interesting combination to say the least.

-abby would just be so interested in anything you have to do and would never be critical of your choices. she sees the passion you have for things that lie far outside her field and appreciates it. your future apartment that you build years after meeting when you are each established in your dream careers is a mesh of medical textbooks and flashcards and models but also messy journals and thrifted antiques and poems written on sticky notes for her to find.

[fallingfor-fics]

When I Look at You

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

she looks so huggable in this gif

Pairing: Best Friend Melissa X Reader

Word Count: 10.2k oops

Warning: none, angst, saddness

Inspired by this request! Thank you for this idea it was so fun create off your idea please let me know what you think!

This Friday was going by dreadfully slow, and as every second ticked by on the clock you slowly started to lose your patience and sanity. It was barely lunch and the kids were driving you up the wall. Surely there must have been something in the air or the universe was just testing you because even your typically amazing and respectable students were acting up today.

You were currently rounding them up to go for a bathroom break and they were still arranging themselves in a single file line, having taken several minutes longer than necessary to do the task. You only had yourself to blame, you were the one that took a job teaching kindergarten after all. As you walked out, the kids following behind, you made your way to the bathrooms, sending them in two at a time as you watched them poke and prod each other as they waited in the hall. Getting out of the classroom had somehow managed to calm them down a bit and they were chatting amongst themselves. 

“Third bathroom break before lunch huh? Must be some kind of record.” you heard a velvety voice chirp from behind you and you smiled, turning your gaze to your friend. 

“For your information, it's only the second Melissa.” you smirked, crossing your arms and she walked closer to you.

“Rough day?” she assumed and you rolled your eyes slightly.

“You could say that, its like they are on something.” you sighed and muttered under your breath.

“Yeah it's called they are five. I'll never understand why you took this job.” she laughed and you gave her a sarcastic glare, both of you knowing very well Melissa was the one who convinced you to say yes.

You had both met in a teaching certification program, Melissa being quite a few years older and already having some years under her teaching belt, and you fresh out of your college degree program, allowed for the two of you to bond quickly and you had been friends since. When you saw an opening at Abbott and were getting some unfair treatment from the staff at your old school, Melissa strongly encouraged you to apply, and by that you mean she filled out the application without telling you and you got a call from Ava a few days later. That was around three years ago, Melissa had managed to become your best friend, and you were hers. You were there for her when she was still coping from her divorce and she was by your side when you handled your own breakup.

“Shouldn't you be teaching Melissa?” you said with a sly smirk and she shrugged. 

“My kids are so well behaved I don't have to watch them when I go for bathroom breaks.” she bragged and your eyes flicked to her class down the hall, where you could see the projector lights flickering.

“Hmm, you sure about that?” a loud bang was heard soon after you said that and her eyes widened. 

“I'll see you at lunch.” she turned on her heel and you watched as she quickly walked away a small laugh leaving your lips at the sound of her heels clicking on the tile. You smiled as you heard her voice yelling from her room and you turned back to the kids, sending the next two in. 

You walked into the break room with a smile, finally a sense of relief and peace washed over you. You grabbed your salad from the fridge and sat in your usual spot next to Barb. 

“Hey, how’s it going?” you asked and she nodded with a mouthful, swallowing before she spoke. 

“Fine. You?” you nodded as you sipped on a coffee. 

“Fine.” you looked around for Melissa wondering what was taking her so long and cleared your throat when you heard her voice echoing faintly from the hall. 

When she appeared in the doorway your chest quickly tightened and your eyes locked on her, and the man she was standing by, Gary to be specific. Melissa’s eyes were sparkling at him, and he was smirking right back. Your brows furrowed and you felt your hands grow sweaty. You couldn't stand Gary, and you felt horrible because you didn't know why, he was nothing but nice to you, hell he hardly ever really spoke to you. No matter what, whenever you saw him, especially when he was talking to Melissa, you would be on edge and hooked in on their conversation. Your eyes skimmed over Melissa’s face and you smiled, admiring her pink cheeks and flaming red hair. You couldn't help but be immersed in her beauty, she was truly one of the most beautiful people you knew, you thought that about all of your friends. Unbeknownst to you Barb was looking you up and down as you gawked over Melissa, a brow raised as she squinted slightly, her mind flooding with judgements and comments she kept to herself, for now of course. Finally Melissa wrapped up her conversation and she came over with a grin plastered on her face and you couldn't help but smile in return. 

“Guess what..” she started and you raised your brows with a questioning hum. Barb knew what was going to leave Melissa’s lips and her eyes flicked to you quickly, “Gary asked me out.” she smiled as she opened up her lunch and you felt your jaw drop.

“No way.” was all you could say, an almost high school like judgment coming out as you put your fork down.  

“Yeah, he wants to cook for me.” she said casually and you nearly fainted. Cooking was not only a sacred thing for Melissa, but it had become your thing. You would cook together almost every weekend, starting back when you first met and Melissa offered to cook some real food for you when she learned of your many microwavable meals in your freezer. Now it was a weekly occurrence. You shook away your thoughts, knowing it was ridiculous to think that way, surely you were just jealous that someone was taking up your best friend's time. Barb held back a knowing smirk as she watched you look down in shock and confusion, to say she wasn't slightly enjoying this would be a lie. 

“Well I hope you have a great time, you’ll have to let us know how it goes.” Barb stated with a kind tone and you looked at her nodding. 

“Yeah…” you agreed softly and Melissa looked at you with slightly furrowed brows, you usually had a lot more to say about gossip like this. “I'm going to grade some papers before the kids get back from recess.” you muttered mindlessly in thought as you threw out your lunch and left the breakroom. Barb watched as you left, sympathy filling her chest as she began to feel bad for you. 

“Hmm, I knew she was having a long day but damn.” Melissa scoffed a little annoyed and Barb nodded. 

“Yeah. I am going to relieve Janine of her lunch duty. I said I'd cover the second half for her.” Barb spoke confidently and Melissa nodded, waving bye as she started eating and turned to talk to Jacob. Barb walked down the hall to your room, knocking on the frame and waiting for you to look up to speak.

“Hey Barb what’s up?” you said, greeting her and turning your attention back to the worksheets. 

“Are you okay?” she said swiftly and you looked up confused, setting your pen down as you turned your attention to her. She stepped further in the room and closed the door behind her. 

“Yeah, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?” you answered and she smiled.

“May I be frank?” she asked and you nodded with slight hesitation. 

“Look Y/n, we arent that close but i’ve known you for a few years now, and you know that I don't beat around the bush,” she began and you nodded in agreement, gesturing for her to continue, “How long are you going to keep pretending you don't have feelings for Melissa?” she spoke out with an unwavering tone, so strong and determined, that the weight of those words alone could have crushed you. 

You stammered out a response, your eyes tearing away from hers, “I don't know.. what? Barb-- I do love Melissa but its no secret, she knows that-- we are best friends.” your reply had more attitude than you intended, but you were rather thrown off by the question. 

“You know what I mean, are you going to tell her you’re in love with her?” she tilted her head and your hand came to your chest as you fidgeted with your necklace. 

“I don't even know what to say right now. I am not into her like that, i've never even been with a woman” you scoffed and her mouth pulled into a line as she rolled her eyes, both of you knew what you really meant was you hadn't dated a woman.

“I'm not saying you have to, but I see how you look at her, and after today I felt I had to say something.”

“You’re nuts. Melissa is my friend, that's it. I don't like her just because I like girls.” you started stacking up your papers, and moving things around on your desk to distract yourself. You couldnt believe what Barb was insinuating, sure you had experimented in college and a bit in your early twenties, but you had never been in a serious relationship with a woman, only men. And Melissa? That’s crazy she was like a… sister to you. 

“I'm here if you want to talk, but I just couldn't stand the gawking anymore, and Melissa doesnt deserve this…coldness because another person likes her, Y/n.” she admitted kindly and turned towards the door. You felt guilt wash over you for your previous tone and you looked up at her. 

“Look I appreciate your concern Barb, but you have got it all wrong. Melissa is just my friend okay?” you said softly and she nodded with a smile before leaving. Soon after the kids were returning from recess and you were left with little time to process that conversation. Barely being able to focus for the rest of the day, thoughts full of Melissa and questions of what would happen if it were true. 

As soon as the bell rang and the children were all gone, you were practically speed walking to your car to drive home. You didn't even bother to say goodbye to anyone, or to check in with Melissa like you normally do. The whole drive home you tuned out the music and the sounds of other cars passing by as your thoughts swam around your head. Why was Barb's insinuation bothering you so much? It's like she hit a nerve that set off panic receptors in your brain and they pattered around, bouncing off the sides of your skull, their rhythm matching the sounds of the rain dropping on your windshield. You let out a loud sigh as your hand came to your forehead. When you got home you quickly opened a bottle of wine and changed your clothes, climbing onto your couch and putting a show on, with your windows open, for soothing noise to fill the quiet of your apartment. 

Somehow you had gone through a bottle, and now found yourself stalking Melissas instagram. Your heart fluttered at her pictures and you smiled down at your screen, some of the photos were of the two of you, even the photos with groups of people the two of you were always beside each other. You soon caught yourself with an embarrassing grin and threw your phone down, standing up to walk away for a moment, grabbing some water and sitting back down with a sigh. The crammed thoughts of Gary, Barb, and Melissa made your head hurt and you rubbed your face before grabbing your phone again. 

You eventually found yourself tuned in to the random Hallmark movies that you had originally put on as background noise. It was another cheesy rom-com that made you gag but this one at least had intriguing dialogue. You didn't realize it just yet but the climax was going to be triggering something in you very soon. 

“Do you dream of them?” your eyes snapped up to the TV for some reason and you watched the main character answer her sister's question.

“What?”

“Im just saying, most of the time you can tell how much you like someone by how often you dream about them..” 

You rolled your eyes at the scene, reaching for the remote to change the channel. It continued to play as you searched for a new movie. 

“I'm not in love with him.”

“Oh really? So you don't think about him all the time and want to jump his bones?”

“Hey! I see him everyday. It's impossible to not think of him.” 

The lines were reminding you of Barb's accusations and you scoffed. You found something else and changed it quickly.

The question repeated in your head.

“You don't dream about him?” 

Butterflies fluttered through you as you thought about the question, your thumb clicking the new channel but your mind not leaving the line. Of course you dreamt of Melissa. You saw her everyday, you were bound to, you also dreamt of all your other friends and coworkers. As you thought about all your dreams that she appeared in you realized she did show up the most consistently. You scoffed at your mind making up rationales for your peculiar thoughts. It's not like your dreams were ever inappropriate. No, but occasionally your daydreams were. You cursed your mind for that thought, that was never something you would admit, not even to yourself. You always disregard any sexual thoughts of Melissa since you chalk them up as intrusive ones that had no deeper meaning. That didnt mean they didn't happen though.

Even those thoughts didn't occur a fraction as much as your other thoughts of Melissa did. The thoughts of her laugh, her eyes, her humor, and just about every component of the woman. You soon felt your eyes brimming with tears as you realized the pain in your chest had worsened, and it was now spreading throughout the rest of your mind and body. Melissa was your best friend, she is always going to be a part of your life, but Barb’s words echoed through your head and you gasped when you realized. How did you not realize this sooner? A tear slid down your cheek and you bit your lip as you wiped it quickly. Your feelings for Melissa all revolved around the idea of having her in your life forever, and not just as someone you hung out with on occasion. No you hoped and pined after the idea of being with her forever. You wanted to travel the world with her, to live with her, to sleep beside her every night. A hand found itself to cup your mouth gently as you cried softly.

You could never tell Melissa this, it would absolutely ruin your friendship and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself. She was just starting to get back out there too, and she deserved to be happy. She doesn't need your pessimistic judgements surrounding her anytime she spoke of Gary or other suitors. 

After a long time of sitting and thinking, you made a plan for yourself, you were setting some personal boundaries to prevent your feelings from developing any further and making their way to the surface. You were only going to talk to Melissa during the school day, no more hanging out on weekdays, no more going out to the bars, no more outings unless you were in a big group, and no more cooking together. You pulled yourself together and convinced yourself this was going to work, it had to work. Soon you showered and prepared for bed, muting your phone for the entire weekend. Melissa had texted you multiple times, sending random jokes and recipes, and a text checking in on you, and you just ignored them all. As a matter of fact you didn't answer anyone. You were truly left speechless all weekend from your revelations and so you kept to yourself. 

When the next week started, you went about your day as normal, organizing your room and preparing the activities you had planned as you did every morning while you waited for the students to arrive. The sound of heels could be heard from the hallway, they were booming and echoing with anger and you knew immediately who was approaching your room. You looked up and saw there was nowhere to hide and your heart began to beat faster. For some reason you were convinced Melissa had somehow found out that her best friend of three years was in love with her and she was here to express her disgust with the idea. You didn't face the door and allowed your shaking hands to set the markers on the table. The sound of them clicking as they were dropped onto the surface repeated in your head as your throat grew dry. Soon the clicking from the hall stopped and you ignored it. 

“Jesus, I thought you were dead.” You heard a familiar voice from the doorway and you chewed on your cheek as you thought of what to say.

“Sorry, I had a busy weekend.” you replied quickly. That sounded normal and not terrified, right?

“Bullshit.” Melissa spat and you stood up straight, turning to look at her. Her eyes were a dark green from anger, but you were picking up on her small ques of care and worry. The woman's arms were crossed and she was looking you up and down harshly, trying to read you. 

“It was. How was yours?” your energy matched hers and she raised a brow slightly at your audacity. 

“Don't deflect. What were you doing that you didn't answer for three days?” You didn't know what to say and just shrugged, earning a scoff from the woman.

“The kids are going to be here soon, we can talk later okay?” the question made Melissa roll her eyes and storm off towards her own room. You let out a sigh of relief and sat down for a moment. You hadn't seen her that angry in a very long time and you almost forgot the spine-chilling wrath Melissa often carried with her. You knew you couldn't talk to her about this weekend, for one you were terrible at lying and two she wasn't going to get over it until she got every drop of information out of you. In order to save your dignity and albeit feelings, you skipped lunch and once again snuck away at the end of the day before seeing her.

This soon became the standard for the rest of the week, you had managed to keep yourself busy and your interactions minimal with everyone, just so Melissa wouldn't be able to get information from any of your other coworkers. She once again was texting you all weekend, she called a few times too and it took everything in you not to answer. You felt awful for shutting her out, but you didn't know what else to do. 

Eventually it had been over two weeks since you spoke more than a sentence to her, you didn't text her anymore either. After glances in the halls that would leave you depressed for the rest of the day, and caring text messages from the woman, you found yourself looking for other jobs, applying to other teaching positions in the area but different districts to limit all possible chances of seeing her. One night as you were browsing job postings you got a message from a friend that worked at a nearby charter school. It was like it was fate, as your eyes skimmed the message, you smiled and cupped your mouth. Their school just lost their K-6th department head and they needed someone to fill it immediately. You had never answered a message so quickly before, you told her to schedule you for an interview as soon as possible. 

It wasn't more than a few days later that you found yourself in an office with the other department heads of Legendary Schools and you were whipping out your most professional and charming interview skills. While you wouldn't be directly interacting with students as much, you got more power and responsibility over things which was exciting, plus it paid way more and you couldn't be mad at that. After the interview your friend texted you gushing about how they were talking very highly of you when they were leaving the office. You hoped and prayed you would get this job, if you were able to switch schools you knew your feelings for Melissa would fade and then you would be able to get over her and maybe go back to being just friends. The truth was you weren't sure how much longer you could put up with these emotions. Anytime you saw her you would fill up with nerves and bubble over with adoration, leaving you with no choice but to walk away and try to distract yourself. You couldn’t hold up a conversation with her without an overwhelming anxiety that she would catch you looking into her eyes for a second too long and be onto you. 

These same thoughts and panics would swarm your head everyday, usually the moment you saw her, or the moment you got home and had nothing to keep your mind busy. Today was different though, because a mere half hour after you woke today you were receiving a call that you had been selected for the department head position and you felt shock come over you, your first thought being how you were going to tell Melissa. After a moment of hesitation you thanked them and informed them you would call back with your answer. Of course you needed to negotiate somethings before you accepted, but this also gave you time to break the news to some people. 

That day was hard, the halls of Abbott turned to eggshells in your mind and you panicked as you scanned into the front door and b-lined to your classroom. You knew you had to tell Ava as soon as possible, and hope she didn't blab it to the others. After setting your stuff down quickly you took a breath and turned to go to her office. However you were stopped when you ran into the fiery woman that had taken to a cold attitude when speaking with you now. Waiting for you to inevitably apologize to her like you did after every argument between the two of you. Only this time was different because to Melissa, she didn't know what went wrong.

“Melissa, hey.” you spoke with haste as you avoided her eyes.

“That's the most I've gotten out of you in weeks.” she quipped and you gave her a small smile. 

“I know it's been-”

“Busy?” she interrupted, finishing the sentence you had been throwing around a lot recently. “Yeah, I figured.” she scoffed and you looked down.

“I have to go talk to Ava, I'll see you around.” you moved past her and her gaze didn't tear away from yours as your shoulders barely brushed as you went by. You got a whiff of her perfume and felt a lump appear in your throat. You swallowed and took a deep breath, pushing it down with all your will power. Melissa watched as you walked away, hurt taking over her chest making it ache, but the moment Melissa would recognize the feeling, she would shift to anger, a true rage in response to your behavior that she couldn't fathom. 

You left Ava’s office with some confidence she wasn't going to tell any of the others about your departure, you had one week left as opposed to the two you had offered, Ava admitting a replacement would be easy to get this time of year and while that comment stung a bit you were happy you would get to leave sooner. 

That Friday was spent in hushed side conversations with your coworkers, telling them it was your last day next Monday, and to not tell anyone else. Luckily you were able to make them all feel special so they would actually keep it a secret. The only one you knew you could really trust was Barb so she didn’t get the manipulative talk, you were honest and open with her. You didn't tell Melissa though, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Every time you went to her room to tell her, you would see her sitting at her desk, glasses on the bridge of her nose, looking flawless and peacefu-- a picture you didn't want to disturb with this news. So you went home on Friday without having said a word and mentally prepared for the fury you would receive on Monday when you depart without a word.

As you were watching a movie Saturday night, comfortable on your couch, a drink in hand and your cat snuggled up beside you, you heard a rather bold knock at the door. You furrowed your brows as you stood slowly and moved towards the door keeping an eye on the bat beside the entrance just in case. The cool knob met your hand and you twisted, pulling the oak door open and being met with red hair quickly brushing past you and inside your home.

“Woah, you can't just walk up into my ho-” You started to protest and Melissa turned with a silencing glare.

“What the fuck is going on Y/n?” you scoffed at her hostility and crossed your arms after shutting the door.

“Nothing.” You said plainly and she rolled her eyes with enough force to make your chest tighten in fear.

“Why have you been avoiding everyone?” she stated simply and you froze, racking your brain for an excuse she would believe. 

“I don't know.” The words were soft, full of confusion and guilt, like a kid who just got yelled at. 

“Did something happen? I mean, talk to me because you got me really worried here and frankly it's pissing me off.” You looked up, your somber eyes meeting hers. She had a terrified look on her face, one struck with worry and a deep compassion. Melissa stepped forward to put a hand on your arm and you moved away to avoid her touch, knowing you wouldn't be able to handle the electricity that her skin leaves behind.

“I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about it Melissa. Shouldn't you be out with Gary or something anyways.” the second part of that came out with more jealousy laced in the words than you intended and you just looked down. 

“What the fuck Y/n? Seriously, you don't have a choice here, tell me what’s going on!”

“No! Jesus I said no, Melissa will you just listen to me? Now please, leave.” You snapped and her frown turned into a shocked grin, one that told you how much you just fucked up. 

“If you don't want to be friends then grow a pair and tell me, don't ghost me like a fucking child and then get mad at me when I care." The cruelty twisted in her voice made you flinch slightly and you looked down, crossing your arms to comfort yourself. 

“Well? What is it? Do you want to be friends or not?” her voice was raised slightly and you felt the pressure of her words, deciding to just be honest with her for the first time in weeks. 

“I'm leaving Abbott, Melissa.” you spoke gently and the anger faded from her eyes for a long moment, the sparkling green turning to a muted emerald from the sadness that filled her at the statement. 

“What?” was all the typically very catty woman could get out. You just nodded your head and took a breath, still not being able to look at her. 

“My last day is Monday.” you quickly added, knowing you couldn't make the situation worse at the moment anyways. 

“Since when- and why? Why are you just now telling me?” she stammered out and you rubbed your forehead to ease the throbbing. 

“Since I got offered a job at Legendary..one with more opportunities, one I can grow in.” your words were gentle as you finally looked up at her, you felt your brows furrow together when your eyes met her saddened ones.

“And of all places?” she scoffed and you nodded.

“I know, but I can make some real changes happen. I didn't tell you because..” you paused to think for a moment, realizing you had a perfect excuse made up for you, “because I knew you would be mad I was moving to a charter school.” she shook her head and sucked her teeth in anger.

“Damn straight I'm mad, but you've been ignoring me for long before this and I deserve to know why.” you weren't expecting her to continue to pry on this and you didn't know what to say.

“Can't you just trust me that things are fine, and they will be better now that I am away from..” you searched for the right words, ones that weren't obvious but were still respectful.

“What? Away from what Y/n, our coworkers, me?” her rapid questions were making you overwhelmed and you just shook your head. 

“I was just getting a bit sick of spending so much time with everyone okay?” you spat out of stress and she scoffed with a hurt glare.

“Huh, I'll see you Monday, Y/n.” she turned to leave quickly and you reached for her hand.

“I'm sorry.” she jerked it away and flashed you a cold and disappointed glare and you frowned, watching as she left and slammed the door after her. You spent the rest of your night crying softly to yourself, trying to convince yourself it was all okay, knowing your whole life was fading away around you and it was all your fault.

Monday went by fast, so many people were talking to you and saying goodbyes. It filled all your time without the kids and it wasn't long before you were saying goodbye to them for the last time, packing your desk and heading to the door. You were saddened to go, this was your first school and you thought you would be here for a long time, but you knew this was for the better.

“So you’re really just..leaving.” Barb spoke from behind you suddenly and you turned.

“Hey. Yeah I am.” you answered honestly and she shook her head.

“It didn't have to be like this though you know that right?” she spoke with an almost sarcastic and knowing tone that made you nod your head slowly.

“I couldn't do it Barb, I couldn't live with the embarrassment if she..” you spoke softly and her mouth pressed into a line as she looked at you with sympathy.

“If she what? Rejected you, and then stayed your friend?” 

“Yeah, I can't live with that rejection, and I sure as hell wouldn't be able to stay friends after it. This is a safe choice.” you responded confidently and she scoffed.

“You’re going to be miserable.”

“Gee, thanks for the encouragement and faith Barb. I won't be miserable, I'll be happier and then I'll get over it, then we will be friends again. That's the plan.” the words left your lips as if they were rehearsed and Barb raised an eyebrow and hummed. 

“Well, I hope for your sake that’s how things go. Good Luck Y/n.” she smiled and nodded and you returned the gesture before watching her walk away. You sighed and shook your head to clear the thoughts that began to flood it and give you a headache. As you picked up your belongings and headed to the exit you looked around, looking for Melissa across the halls. However, she was nowhere to be found and you frowned as you walked to your car. It was so unlike her, even if she was mad at you, you had kind of assumed she was going to come looking for you. You set your stuff in the back before going to unlock the front door, looking around the lot one last time before getting in and driving away.

--

After one week had passed at your new job you were starting to settle in and get more comfortable with the environment and your coworkers. It was a long day of meetings and you were excited to get home for the weekend. As you were driving your phone pinged and your eyes widened when you saw Melissa’s name, you grabbed your phone as you stopped at a red light and looked at the message. It was a short and simple one hoping you had a good first week, asking how it was working there. You smiled and set your phone down to speed home. Once you got through the door you set your things down and plopped on the couch to form a response. A large smile graced your face and you managed to send one, sparking up a conversation.

One night you got the courage to call her, her voice caused a ripple to go through you that set you back a ton. The phone call went on for hours, you started catching up about all kinds of things, talking about work while you started making yourselves dinner still on the phone. The nostalgia made the familiar ache return to your chest and you panicked. Eventually wrapping up the conversation and you hung up with a sad regret and guilt that overwhelmed you. While you were excited to talk to her like normal, you didn't prepare for the fact this would end up being one of the last conversations you two would have for years. These feelings caused you to shut her out once more and you didnt text or call her again after that. Where it went wrong this time you couldn't say. Things just never went back to normal and it all faded. Before you knew it a year had passed, interactions dwindled down to mere likes on social media posts. After that it became so easy to just forget and move on. Of course she haunted your dreams still and this would cause a negative mood for the day to follow, but you survived and made it through. Thoughts of her would plague your mind at least once a month, but you had gotten good at making excuses, telling yourself it was for the better.

Two years had passed like it was nothing. You had become very successful in your role, having had a recent promotion and you were fairly comfortable. You had a girlfriend, a career, and amazing friends. You couldn't ask for anything else. 

However, things for Melissa weren't nearly as put together and joyful in her eyes. She loved her work still, and her friends of course, but the lack of closure in your relationship weighed on her more and more every year that passed. She thought she would have been over this by now, it had been so long without contact. Melissa wasn't really the type to hold grudges or let things linger for very long, not anymore at least. When it came to you, you never left her, you were in her thoughts more than you werent. She knew keeping you online was a mistake. It would only cause hurt when she would see you post life updates you would have been sharing with each other, but she was addicted almost. She felt like a stalker with how much she would seek you out. In large crowds, the bars you used to go to, in her dreams at night. 

The obsession was getting to be too much and Melissa found herself alone with a drink one evening. She was at the bar closest to her house and was waiting for Barb to get there, the rain pattering on the window beside the booth towards the back she had taken a seat in. Barb entered soon and found her with a smile, grabbing a drink from the bar and heading over. 

“Took ya long enough.” she scoffed and Barb rolled her eyes.

“You know how people drive when it rains.” She defended herself and Melissa laughed softly with a nod.

After a few hours of chatting, and a few drinks they found themselves falling into deeper topics and Melissa was doing well avoiding you, but suddenly a song in the bar came on and she sighed, taking a sip of her beer as she hummed to acknowledge Barb's story. She set it back down, peeling at the label as her friend wrapped up her story.

“Anyway, what about you, how are you really doing?” Melissa laughed at her quick switch in tone and Barb called for more drinks. 

“I think I miss Y/n Barb. Like a lot.” she said frankly, looking up at her friend for a reaction. Her brows furrowed in response and nodded.

“Well, I mean that's bound to happen every now and then.”

“It's-no, it's different now-- constant and almost suffocating. ‘Nd-ugh, it makes me so mad because she was such a bitch in the end.” Melissa spat out and Barb nodded slowly. 

“Well, you didn't ever truly hash it out, you never got an explanation, so it makes sense.” 

“It's more than that, Barb. Even though she lied, and ghosted me, I still have love for her. I dunno, it's weird.” she said as she looked back at her bottle with fidgeting fingers. She didn't know where she was going with this and felt slightly embarrassed as she went on. This feeling was fairly unusual and Melissa didn't like feeling so vulnerable like this. 

“I'm going to tell you something, only because it's been so long now that I don't think it matters, but I spoke to Y/n once about you.” She looked at Melissa with a genuine smile and Melissa listened with intrigue. “I asked her when she was going to confess her love for you.” a small grin appeared on her face and Melissa’s eyes flickered. 

“What? Why?” Melissa asked in a hushed tone and Barb let out a short cackle. 

“Melissa, do not tell me you didn't realize that little girl was in love with you.” she looked at her with shock and Melissa sat back in the booth, sinking into the cushion slightly as she pondered. Her eyes darted around the table and Barb tilted her head. 

“What are you talking about? Y/n and I were just friends and she knew that.” 

“Ha, yeah that's exactly what she said too. Melissa, maybe you are missing her so deeply because you had stronger feelings for her than you realized.” Barb said it so simply, so gracefully it made it seem like a good thing. Melissa couldn't help a small laugh to escape her lips, one that was more sarcastic and cold.

“You’re crazy.” was all she said as she continued to ponder. She loved you no doubt, and sure she probably still did. That doesn't mean she wanted to be with you. Sure she was attracted to you but she loved you for your intelligence, kindness, and independence. She admired you more than anyone else and when you left it still did not completely destroy those feelings. 

“Damn it Melissa, you loved her, just admit it and quit being so oblivious.” Barb said with a slightly raised voice and friendly smirk. 

“Barb- I really don't know where you got this idea from.”

“Remember when Gary first asked you out? How she reacted?” She said it like that's all the proof Melissa needed. The red head sipped her drink and started to recall that day, it swarmed with other times Gary had flirted and Y/n was there, or when someone would ask for Melissa’s number in public and how quick you would be to Melissa’s side. 

“Who knows, maybe you knew deep down she loved you and that was the motivation for all the teasing and flirting yall did.” Melissa scoffed at this, surely all these things were innocent and friendly behavior. Although she never slept cuddled up beside her other friends on the couch on late nights, or cooking in the kitchen and cleaning flour off their cheeks.Could Barb really be right about that? If she was, that meant she was also right about something else. Melissa really did love you.

Everyday you woke up with a weird pit in your stomach. Some days it was deeper than others and it always seemed to just linger. It was never full, not even if you were the happiest you had been in awhile. Today started like that, the hole in your chest was deeper and you couldn't figure out why. You were preparing for work as normal, the weather not being too terrible, and you had a work outing which was always fun to get out of the office. With lots of effort, you were able to ignore the feeling and carry on with your day, arriving at work as normal, and settling in. You were catching up on emails when a knock on your door came and you looked up with a smile. 

“Hello!” you said to your coworker, Addie, and she smiled with a nod.

“Hey, bad news. You have to go with the other board members to the meeting in place of Jeff, he’s sick.” she said with a sympathetic smile. 

“What? Which meeting, the one at Fox Run?” You asked confused and slightly annoyed that your day was now going to be spent in a room of executives and men, arguing about investing in their organization. 

She shook her head, “No the one with Draemond, about the buy-out or charter conversion, or whatever. Anyways it's at three, the car leaves at 2.” 

“What school then?” you furrowed your brows and she looked away awkwardly.

“Um, Abbott. I tried to tell them it's not fair to make you do it since you used to work there and all, but they don't care.” she leaned in and hushed her voice and you looked away. Your mind was swimming with thoughts immediately overtaken by the redhead. You can't imagine seeing Melissa again-- I mean maybe she didnt work there anymore and just never posted about it.

“Ok, well thanks for trying. I'll see you later.” you said and she nodded before exiting, your eyes met your laptop screen and your eyes flashed with curiosity. You navigated to the search bar and looked up Abbott, finding the staff directory and searching for her. Was this crazy to be doing? Probably, but you needed to know. When you pressed enter, your screen loaded, and then stayed blank. It was unclear if the system was too old, or if she did in fact leave Abbott, the lack of assurance made your anxiety spike and you spent the next hour before having to leave, giving yourself a pep talk. The whole drive there you distracted yourself by talking with your coworkers and listening to their insights. That pit in your chest from this morning was back, full force and it made things incredibly hard to focus on, but you had never felt it so strongly. The driver pulled up to the school and you followed your coworkers inside, keeping your head down. You figured if you didn't look around to avoid Melissa, then you wouldn't even have to see her. This plan worked too, you made it to the meeting room promptly and without running into anyone you knew. Ava came in and greeted everyone, her eyes paused on you and you smiled, whispering a small hello to her and she waved with excitement. The meeting began shortly and an hour went by rather quickly. 

“Okay well, let's take a little break, and meet back to keep discussing the operation plans!” Draemond said with a professional enthusiasm and Ava nodded as everyone stood and left to use the bathroom, or make a phone call. Once everyone was gone you walked up to Ava with a smile.

“Y/n! Its good to see you again, how have you been?” she asked and you gave a fairly rehearsed answer. Talking and catching up with her for a few minutes before excusing yourself. You needed some water and to use the restroom, so you headed down the hallway. You felt a tinge of curiosity and looked around as you walked slowly, it was around recess so this hall was fairly empty and you found yourself at your old classroom. You looked around with a sad smile, looking at the nameplate on the door an unfamiliar name was labeled and you peaked inside. Memories flooded through you like a heavy guilt mixed with nostalgia. Thoughts of Melissa helping you decorate came to mind along with thoughts of seeing her now. You looked down the hall towards where her room would be and you walked over slowly, not hearing a sound as you got closer. You avoided the nameplate until you were closer and finally looked up. Once again you were met with an unfamiliar name and a heavy blanket of disappointment draped over you when you saw she wasn't here. Knowing you weren't going to see Melissa made your chest hurt and you looked around her old room to see what had changed. You soon heard movement and a voice speaking behind you that made your heart stop beating. 

“If you're looking for Ms. McKinney, she is at recess with the kids.” Melissa spoke kindly and you knew from the lack of shock in her tone that she didn't know who she was talking to quite yet. You took a breath and turned to look at her slowly. Her face fell flat in genuine confusion as she looked you over.

“Oh. Hey, I didn't recognize you.” she muttered out as her confidence faltered at the sight of you. You had matured ever so slightly and were dressed more professionally than she was used to. Your hair was longer, darker, and cascaded around you. The confidence that radiated off of you is what really threw daggers at Melissa, you were a woman now, with a strong steady career, no longer a young lady that needed Melissa around to guide her. Her eyes glazed over your appearance and she felt her cheeks burn. 

“Melissa, hi. It's um, good to see you.” you said politely, trying your best to hide your sad tone and reddening face. 

“So you are here for the big meeting then huh?” she said swiftly with a slight judgment evident in her tone, her arms folded over her chest and you nodded.

“Yeah I'm on the Board. What about you still teaching the same level?” you inquired with a soft tone.

“They combined a lot of classes, so I'm teaching a second and third grade class.” 

“Oh wow, I'm sorry to hear that, I bet it's pretty crazy. But the good news is that's kind of why we are here today, we are hoping to fix some of those issues.” you stood up straight as you spoke and tried to avoid looking directly into her eyes. Melissa on the other hand was practically burning a hole in your head with the strength of her gaze.

“I know why you guys are here, trying to make Abbott a charter school like that's going to solve anything. I can't believe you are behind that decision.” she scoffed and your brows furrowed as you felt anxiety creep over you. You were also slightly hurt by the fact Melissa sounded so disappointed in you. 

“I don't have much say in the decision Melissa. I know it's not the best choice but it's kind of the school's only option.” you defended yourself with a hushed tone and she shook her head.

“Yeah well I guess I'm not surprised you think that.” The pure sass was evident and she made no attempt to hide it. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked with a professional tone, but the expression on your face was far from it. 

“I remember all those times you stood up for us in meetings with Ava, or the superintendent, you were never afraid to use your voice. Now when we need you and you actually have authority, you aren't trying?”

You didn't know what to say, she was right. You were always prideful in your ability to stand up for others. This was different though. She didn't understand the pressure of the situation at hand and the solutions that needed to be put in place before the damage was irreversible. 

“Nevermind, i've got to get back to my class. See you around.” she said with exhausted patience, turning on her heel to walk away, leaving you confused and slightly hurt. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were stuck. 

Seeing Melissa again made the rest of the meeting extremely difficult. You couldn't focus hard enough because thoughts of her swarmed your head, and if you lingered on certain thoughts too long your chest would tense up. You only hoped you wouldn't run into her again, but if your school ended up going through with the contract, you would be here a lot more. The meeting was finally coming to an end, Ava saying she needs to talk to her own department heads and then let us know in the following week. You let out a sigh and began to collect your things, stopping to talk to Ava as you followed your colleagues out. 

“I want to hear what you think, truthfully.” Ava said, grabbing your arm gently. 

“I've seen the data and.. I hate to say it but I think you have to. Unless you can get a donation or fundraise in 90 days, signing this contract is your best bet.” you spoke softly and gave a sympathetic smile, patting her arm and turning to leave. 

“Did you see any of the others at all?” she asked swiftly and you looked at her, pausing for a moment of silence before giving a small smile and shaking your head. You didn't want to tell her about Melissa, and her hostility, who knows what Melissa has said about you over these years. You stopped and turned back for a moment.

“If you guys make a plan, let me know and i'll help in whatever way I can.” you said with a wink hoping she understood and then you turned on your heel and walked away.

It was pretty late when your team was finally leaving and you were walking to the car that was pulled up at the curb, one of your coworkers already seated and the other smoking before the drive. You took a breath of the cold air in and let it fill your lungs, releasing some of the tension you had been feeling all day. The chill made your nose grow pink and your cheeks redden and you allowed your eyes to stay shut for a brief moment, taking in the familiar air around you. Suddenly you felt a hand tap your arm with a lingering touch and you turned around, your eyes met Melissa’s dazzling ones and your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Ms. Schemmenti, Hi.” you spoke casually, wanting to seem professional in case you were overheard by the others. 

“Can we talk?” was all she said, firmly and with little emotion, but caring enough you could tell she was serious. You nodded and the corners of her lips twitched slightly before she tilted her head in the direction of the car. 

“Ill make sure Miss. L/n gets home, have a good night.” she spoke confidently and you were surprised they didn't question it at all. You nodded to them and followed her to her car, neither one of you saying a word, just silent glances being exchanged as you sat in the passenger seat. The setting was all too familiar and you felt nerves wash over you like a strong current, leaving chills down your spine and goosebumps over your thighs. She pulled out of the lot and you quickly caught on to where she was taking you. There was a spot that overlooked a lake that the two of you discovered one summer and would often go there for picnics or long conversations. You smiled to yourself and played with your fingers, Melissa watched from her peripheral and she felt a smile come over her face, her cheeks burning from the giddy feeling that came with the rush of nostalgia. She parked the car and you both moved to get out, walking around to lean on the hood. 

“So what did you want to talk about?” you asked softly and she looked down to her feet with a small sigh.

“I'm sorry for what I said earlier Y/n.” she spoke clearly and looked up at you with a sympathetic gaze and you smiled as you nodded your head. 

“Its okay Melissa, I deserved it, and much more honestly. So I don't blame you.” Your eyes stayed on hers and she smirked. 

“Thanks hon. I just, I guess there are some unresolved feelings here.” she laughed with a slight embarrassment at the confession which made you grin as you read her expression. She seemed to be fairly tense and your brow twitched as you watched her look out at the lake. 

“I know the feeling. I really am sorry for everything, Melissa. There was just so much stuff I was dealing with that I couldn't tell you about, and I felt guilty all the time.” You sighed and she nodded as she sucked her teeth.

“I know hon. I uh..” she let out a shaky breath and you looked at her with concern.

“What?” Your voice was soft and sweet and she looked at you, her dark green eyes reflecting the stars. 

“I think I know why you left, and i'm sorry that I was so oblivious and arrogant to the fact.” she tilted her head and you blinked in shock, there was no way she meant what that sounds like. 

“What are you..” you trailed off when you noticed her eyes admiring your form, the glow of the moon illuminating her face made your heart skip a beat and you let out a defeated sigh. “When did you figure it out?” you asked softly and she smiled. 

“Just a few months ago.” she spoke with a humorous hint in her tone as she smiled looking at you. 

“You know why I could never tell you I mean, it would have changed so much.” 

“Y/n..” her voice trailed off as she tilted her head and you looked over her expression, reading every twitch in her face and body as you held her gaze. Her eyes landed on your lips and it finally clicked what she was alluding to. A sadness washed over you and you sat up off the hood and walked forward. Melissa watched and admired your frame as you stared out at the landscape. You turned around after a few silent moments and held yourself with more confidence. 

“I need to hear it Melissa, so I know you are being serious.”

“Y/n why would I lie?”

“Just-- please.” Your eyes drooped as your brows pushed together with a slight plea and she moved forward to stand a few feet from you. Her eyes flicked between yours and you felt your chest fill with butterflies as she smiled.

“I realized I'm in love with you Y/n and I think I always will be. Truthfully these past years have really sucked and I miss you.” she spoke with such a clear confidence that you questioned the integrity of the statements and she smiled with a gentle glisten brimming her eyes. 

“I've missed you too.” you smirked and she stepped closer.

“Anndd..?” she teased and you looked away with a slight embarrassment. Suddenly cold fingers grazed your jaw and turned you to face her and you felt your face flush. She raised her brows and you let out a shaky breath.

“I left Abbott because I was in love with you Melissa.” she was slightly taken aback by the way you phrased the confession and she felt a slight guilt from the ways she had cursed you over the years without knowing your true reasoning. Her hand cupped your cheek, stroking it gently and your eyes didn't tear away from hers. She looked you over with furrowed brows and her hand pushed some hair from your face before she swiftly leaned in and you felt your heart beat faster, you couldn't believe this was happening, her lips met yours gently and you kissed her back with a soft need, lips quickly moving in sync with each other as your hand came to her jaw. You hummed into the kiss and a wave of relief washed over you. Years of pain and loneliness came to a halt as you felt her arms slink around your waist, you pushed your body into hers and her hands came up to run through your hair. After a moment you snapped from the haze and pulled away quickly.

“No fuck, I cant im sorry.” You spoked quickly, fog leaving your mouth from the cold temperature. 

“Why not, did I do something wrong?” she asked, her arms reaching for yours.

“No, I have a girlfriend Melissa and…” you paused as you ran a hand over your face, “and I've spent too long trying to get over you.” you let out with an exhausted sigh and she stared at you in confusion.

“You have a girlfriend, for how long?” was all she asked and you nodded.

“Almost a year.” You answered and she looked down. 

“And you're in love with her?” she asked suddenly and you were taken aback by the question. Of course you did, you had been with her for so long, she made life so easy and simple. Loving her was not a chore. It wasn't exactly as exciting as your love for Melissa, but you always knew nothing could ever measure up to that. 

“I think so, yes.” You hope your answer didn't come across as bad as it sounded but you could tell either way Melissa wasn't convinced.

“Shes a good person, and is kind to me, and has been here for me. So yes I love her.” You spoke firmly but with a soft voice. Melissa looked at you with slightly darkened eyes. 

“Thats not what I asked.” She smirked and you looked away. 

“Take me home please.” you said walking to the passenger side and climbing in. She nodded and followed suit. Pulling out onto the main road, silence falling over you. It was a short drive to your place from here and you took deep breaths to stay calm. So much had just happened and you didn't know what to do about any of it. Melissa pulled in the driveway and she noticed a different car than you had before. 

“What happened to the volvo?” her question caught you off guard and you looked over, your girlfriends car was in the driveway, yours being left at the school of course. 

“That’s Carolyn’s car.” you said softly and her smile faded for a second. 

“Ahh, well we will talk later, have a good night Y/n.” she said with such steady direction that it felt more so a command than a casual farewell. You nodded and walked up the steps, giving her a small smile when you reached the door before disappearing inside. 

You didn't know where this was going to go from here. You knew you had to tell Carolyn no matter what you planned on doing. She was there to greet you when you got home and you told her everything. She cried and so did you, and then she left and you sat in shock for the rest of the night. Drinking wine and drafting a million texts to Melissa that you wouldn't send. You couldn't stop thinking about your kiss, her lips were so soft and felt so unusually perfect against yours. She made you feel things you had never felt before when kissing someone and you spent the whole night replaying the moment in your mind. Still you resisted the urge to message her, knowing you would need a clear mind to do so. You recalled Melissa’s departing comment and you smiled, taking solace in the fact that she would be reeling you in with her own messages very soon

A/N: tysm for reading please let me know what you think!! Let me know if you want a part 2 of this story or a part 3 of Meetings in Secret.

tags: @pitstopsapphic @ashesforgedbysmoke @generallycharmingcriminalminds @marvelwomenrule

[punchspeedchunk]

WTF is this trend now with job applications where they make you create a fucking account on their fucking website just to fucking apply to their fuckass jobs. And then it's not just that you're stuck with another website that has personal details you would rather not be handing out, they have the gaul to email you with updates about shit you have zero interest in after they refuse to ever actually send you any kind of feedback about your application.

And that's not even getting into the fact that the application process itself is always like 10 steps long and half the time they throw in a fucking shit-house useless ass personality test to boot. All because there's like 800 applicants and this was the only way they could figure to automate filtering because they won't go through all those applicants. Instead of, like, doing the smart thing and just filtering by key words in the CV, like they used to.

I can barely bring myself to actually go through with applications, even as desperate for work as I am, because they're so fucking demeaning and brain-killing, and at the end of the day they have zero at all to do with your suitability for any of the jobs you're applying for. Absolutely none. The bar you have to pass for an interview is 20 times higher than the skills required for the positions.

And I'm going for jobs at least two grades below what I last had. Like this is not complex admin shit, why are you asking me what words best describe my inner soul when all I need to do is work Microsoft 365 and know how to write an email worth a damn. Just call my referees and ask them what I'm like to work with or Fuck off.

[mushimatsu]

I found the full versions of the job apps from this post! This was a collab with the restaurant chain Sukiya, so that's where the job app is for! Pictures from this blog post here!

Translation under the cut

Osomatsu:

Academic background/work experience (include relevant experience):

(dates left blank) NEET, factory job, Chinese food restaurant, etc Anyway I have experience with a lotta stuff! And more

About yourself:

Gyuudon! I can eat a lot of it! Beer! (something crossed out) I can drink a lot of it! 

Hobbies/Skills:

Horse racing, pachinko, all kinds of gambling!

Reason for your application:

Because I think I could eat a lot of gyuudon. And because I think a pork bowl made with a brand new model of charcoal grill would be tasty! 

Working hours (for example 9 ~ 17): (he left this blank and just put an x through Monday, Saturday, and Sunday)

Other requests:

I’d like to immediately take off days where a machine is being replaced, store remodeling days, and horse race days! 

What days would you prefer to work?: (left blank)

How many hours would you like to work a day?: (left blank) How long can you work for?: (left blank)

Karamatsu:

(in the furigana section where you're supposed to write the pronunciation of your name he wrote it in English instead of hiragana)

Phone Number: Secret (it's so important to tell you that he wrote "secret" as the English word in katakana, and not the Japanese word for secret)

Academic Background/Work Experience:

Theater Completed curriculum at Hybrid Oden cart (Hybrid misspelled as Hybrit) And more

About yourself:

When I take the stage called Sukiya... After that... Who knows...

(sorry if this is incorrect idk how the fuck to translate what he said. hate his ass /j)

Hobbies/Skills:

I can sing while playing guitar, and more...

Reason for your application:

Gyuudon, butadon, curry... Because your menu calls to me...

Working hours (for example 9 ~ 17): (left blank)

Other requests:

I'm not tied down to anyone...

What days would you prefer to work?:

What a foolish question...

How many hours would you like to work a day?:

I'm not tied down to any time...

How long can you work for?:

How many times do I have to tell you...

Choromatsu:

Academic Background/Work Experience:

Totoko-chan's manager Worked at father's friend's company And more

About yourself:

Personally, I would benefit from your company's management policy, so I think I can achieve results while working remotely. The other day, all my brothers caught a cold, but I was busy making content as a small influencer!*

Hobbies/Skills:

Kanji certification level 6, English certification level 6. Thank you very much.

Reason for your application:

Sukiya would benefit from an entrepreneur and marketing and advertising specialist with a concise plan to make KPIs a priority activity. Boosting conversions** can create solutions for Sukiya through engagement. Gyuudon benefits will surely create profit. Assign buffers and launch. Thank you very much.* ** like click through rate

Working hours (for example 9 ~ 17): (left blank)

Other requests:

Frankly, a pension plan is a must, with a minimum of 200,000 yen fixed and committed per month. Thank you very much.

What days would you prefer to work?:

I will send you the agenda for today's activities afterwards. Thank you very much.

How many hours would you like to work a day?: (left blank)

How long can you work for?: (left blank)

*(struggled so much with him and his business buzzwords if anyone has corrections please tell me)

Ichimatsu:

Academic Background/Work Experience:

Honored Squad Leader for Life at Factory Worked at Cat Cafe, as a cat And more

About yourself:

I want to gather some cats at the restaurant, but not like it would be a cat cafe, and make a "Cat Sukiya"...

Hobbies/Skills:

Cat certification level 2

Reason for your application:

I want to surround the restaurant with a lot of cats.

Working hours (for example 9 ~ 17): (left blank)

Other requests:

How many cats am I allowed to bring to the restaurant?

What days would you prefer to work?:

No particular preference

How many hours would you like to work a day?:

No particular preference

How long can you work for?:

As long as there's cats

Jyushimatsu:

Academic Background/Work Experience:

PRACTICE SWINGS

About yourself:

78 METER THROW

Hobbies/Skills:

BASEBALL

Reason for your application:

I WANT TO EAT LOTS OF GYUUDON!

(All the questions about when you're available to work):

I WANT TO EAT GYUUDON EVERY DAY!!

Todomatsu:

Academic Background/Work Experience:

Currently attending a very prestigious college Part time job at a trendy coffee shop And more

About yourself:

My brothers are all stupid, so I'm the best choice <3

Hobbies/Skills:

English and Japanese certified

Reason for your application:

The new menu item avocado gyuudon is my favorite, so you're going to release it, right? That is to say, you'll hire me, right? Right? Thanks <3

Working hours (for example 9 ~ 17): (left blank)

Other requests:

Rather than just beer, I want to sell kalua milk and cassis orange too ⭐

What days would you prefer to work?: (left blank)

How many hours would you like to work a day?: (left blank)

How long can you work for?:

Depends on if the customers are cute girls <3

thank you @totmatsu for ur help

[remotejobsearchtips]

Remote Jobs: The Remote Job Search Hack You’ve Never Heard Of

Remote Job Search Hacks: Ever since the pandemic, remote work has shifted from a niche perk to a global standard. Millions of professionals have either transitioned to working from home or started actively searching for remote opportunities. But here's the truth: finding a legitimate remote job isn't always easy. With endless applications, no responses, and intense competition, the process can quickly become overwhelming. So, is there a smarter and faster way to land a remote role?

In this article, we're sharing a powerful remote job search hack that most people have never heard of, and it's changing the game for job seekers around the world.

Get Hired Remotely Without Even Applying

A Reddit user recently shared a unique strategy that helped them receive multiple remote job offers, and it quickly gained traction across the platform. Instead of applying to individual job listings one by one, they sent their resume directly to hundreds of recruitment agencies and headhunting firms around the world. The idea was simple: let the recruiters come to you.

Soon after, recruiters began reaching out with roles that matched the user's skills and job title. By the end of the process, they had received several remote job offers without going through the usual grind of endless applications. After the post gained popularity, many others tried the same method and reported similar results over time. You can check the full Reddit post here: https://www.reddit.com/r/RemoteJobseekers/comments/1fdpeg2/how_i_landed_multiple_remote_job_offers_my_remote/

When using this strategy of sending your resume to recruitment firms, you have two options: do it manually or use an automated system. Some people prefer the manual approach, while others take advantage of the Rabbit Resume Builder's Boost feature, which automatically sends your resume to over 300 recruitment agencies with just one click. This feature makes it easy for recruiters to find and contact you quickly, helping you get your resume in front of the right people faster, so you can start receiving offers sooner.

That said, if you choose to send your resume manually, we strongly recommend ensuring it’s ATS-friendly. Automated systems will scan your resume before it reaches a recruiter’s database. Without this, your resume may not make it past the initial screening, and you could miss out on valuable opportunities.

If you’re using RabbitResume to create your resume, you won’t have to worry about ATS compatibility. That’s because not only will you be using ATS-friendly resume templates, but the platform also includes an ATS-Hack feature. This feature scans sections of your resume, like skills, work experience, and job titles, and, with the help of AI, generates relevant keywords. These keywords are then added invisibly to your resume. This ensures that your resume ranks higher in ATS scans, increasing your chances of being noticed by recruiters.

By embracing this innovative approach, you can streamline your remote job search, enhance your visibility, and accelerate your journey to landing the perfect remote role.

[honeekyuu]

talk too much. [suna rintarou x reader] introductions.

two losers and a supermodel

yn + friends !

yn: math major, 4th year; thought about becoming a math teacher after college but realized at some point that she doesnt have that kind of patience. considering grad school or dropping out entirely, it really depends on the day. writes creatively in her free time

alisa: also a math major, 4th year; literally never in classes or school at all because she's always at modeling gigs around the world. somehow has better grades than yn

suga: education major, 4th year; despises math with a burning passion. has one special interest and it's sea creatures. everyone thinks hes the sweetest thing but alisayn know better. hes crazy

alisugayn were placed in the same dorm in their 1st year -- alisayn roommates and suga across the hall (his roommate was kita, they still get along and talk regularly)

daily affirmations (/derogatory)

suna + friends !

suna: fine arts major, 4th year; wants to be a tattoo artist. does not realize how hot he is (he's such a loser). roped into daily affirmations by komori, who wanted to create a club dedicated to boosting campus morale and self esteem. he's been trying to get out of it for over a year now because daily affirmations has so many members that they really dont need him anymore

komori: econ major, 4th year; he's kind of evil lmao. he really did start daily aff with good intentions and he really cares about running it well, but when he realized how big it had gotten he kind of regretted making it a free service LMAOOO he 100% plans to use daily aff and its success as a portfolio point for the job market. treats it like hes running an actual company even though everything is free and unpaid

kita: agriculture major, 4th year; big fan of sending plant facts to his partners in order to cheer them up. very kind, a fan favorite. super polite and often used as an example when komori gives the yearly "welcome to daily aff" talk

komosuna are high school best friends. komori dragged suna kicking and screaming to form daily aff in their first year so that he could reach the minimum member requirement to register clubs to the university (the third was sakusa, who dropped out the MOMENT another member signed up). komori pulled suna into a group chat with kita as an "intervention" when suna started getting a little too sassy with his partners. they just kept the gc going

Application for Daily Affirmations

i'm here again, talkin' myself out of // my own happiness

talk too much [renee rapp].

[radioactivedotcom]

SpookGames is recruiting!

If you’re an aspiring artist dreaming of making your own character designs for video games, you’ve undoubtedly heard of our company before. We’ve made classics such as Spooktacular Extravaganza and Once Upon a Spook. Who hasn’t spent hours in those games?! This is the opportunity of a lifetime to get your foot in the door of the gaming industry!

To apply, please fill up the form linked above and attach your portfolio.

Now, we don’t want your old and dusty art. No, no, no. Since we’re a game company, we’ve decided to make it a little more fun than that. Each answer you give in the form should be your prompt to create a character! This way, we get to know your personality and your creative talent all in one fell swoop! (And we will not be arbitrarily judging your answers as ways to extrapolate how this would translate in the workplace and throw away your application should we dislike said answers. Though we welcome essay-andying your answers to explain why it should get you the job.)

As you've surely noticed, there are 31 questions to fill out. You do not need to create a character for all of them (but you certainly can if you wish to!). We ask for a minimum of three designs to whichever prompts inspire you most.

Having doubts about applying? There are many advantages to working at SG! Such as:

Meager pay below industry standard; unpaid overtime; no sick leave; no vacation for the first 3 years; a boss who only cares about margin profits; mandatory team-building exercices every weekend; no promotion for the first 20 years; no private life allowed; SG will be your new family so make sure to ditch the old one!

Apply now, what are you waiting for! You have from now until October 31st to send in your application through either using the tag #spookapplication OR tagging us @radioactivedotcom !

Psst, by the way, don’t worry about about doing better than the other applicants. The CEO’s nephew is the one getting the job, he'll get a promotion after three months.

Yes, all this just for a CAS challenge! Listen, I wanted to have fun. You don’t have to roleplay in order to participate, you can just make your cute little simmies and hit post, no pressure whatsoever. But I certainly ain’t stopping you if you did want to roleplay. winkwink.

ALL PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT

 What is the halloween costume you loved wearing the most?

 What is your favorite horror movie?

 In your humble opinion, which is the best magical creature™?

 Choose... Glitter or blood?

 What is the kind of villain you aspire to be?

 Tell us of the best horror character archetype!

 If YOU were a horror character, what archetype would you be?

 Are you... cute spooky or scary spooky?

 The fantasy ennemies-to-lovers you can’t get enough of is...?

The ONLY post-apocalypse setting should be?

What was the monster under your bed?

How would you personify your zodiac sign?

Who are you in an alternate universe?

Who's the stranger you’d flirt with in a fantasy setting?

What is your go-to DnD character?

If you were an alien... what kind would you be?

What is the best year to time-travel? (past or future)

What is a monster you’d adopt in a heartbeat?

Make disney princess you'd have loved as a kid!

Or a disney prince you'd love to hate.

If you were to have a sidekick, who would they be?

Who would you want haunting you?

Choose... Science or magic?

What is your favorite halloween-themed emoji?

Are you more of... An evil witch or a benevolent healer?

What is your go-to song for halloween?

Choose... Earth, wind, fire or water?

Would you more... Growl or Purr?

What's a creature you’d have as your BFF?

What is a futuristic trend you would love?

What is the best candy? Wrong answers land you in jail.

+ dl the .word application form if you'd like!

[blankd]

DM/GMing Tips

(aka what I learned with my campaign which ran for about 4 years, totaling 131 sessions, so I must have been doing something right)

*these tips are NOT exclusive to DnD, more than one of these is bound to help in running a TTRPG, if you have a specific question, feel free to hit up my askbox

Session 0 is important for setting expectations for everyone involved as well as establishing your safety tools if desired (every table is different).

The game's story is not exhaustively penned by the GM but by the players who will tell the story after the session sends. If you want to tell a specific story, you'll be more fulfilled writing a book.

Have a start and an idea of what the end could be, the rest will be sorted in play. (If you're using a module, read ahead and make notes that are useful for yourself.)

The job of the GM is to put the players in Situations or Throw a Grenade.

Hooks are opt-in and more passive, "I heard there's a dragon", Situations/Grenades are direct and require player input immediately, "there is a dragon attacking RIGHT NOW". There are pros/cons to both, use them to create tempo and tension.

The moment you ask the players what they want to do, the proverbial pen is in their hands. NEVER take away a Player's agency. If logic/mechanics would make that action impossible, present it as such, and let the consequences play out where applicable.

Reward curiosity, if a player asks a question, have an answer, even if it's just flavor. You're also only human, if you need time for the answer, give what relevant info you have in the moment and give a more detailed follow up later if it needs ones. (This is a skill, don't feel bad if you start off with more blanks than answers.)

Provide in-game feedback for actions players take. Not everything needs to have far-reaching repercussions but there should be some kind of cause-and-effect to make the world and the beings living in it feel reactive.

NPCs should have an immediate, but simple purpose and an additional aspect to give them a little meat. If the players take interest in that NPC, you can build them out further through conversation. This will become easier as you get a grip on improv.

Have a list of names or a randomizer if you find you're at a loss for NPC creation.

Have an idea toybox. Players don't know NPCs or encounters they never meet, if they 'miss it' you can turn it into an opportunity to meet them later. There is no science to it, but you'll get a feel for what can be repurposed or upcycled, sometimes that change in context makes them more memorable. Sensibility creates believability, exceptions create curiosity. A 'missed' merchant ending up displaced in a weird location can expand into a better hook than simply being found in a bazaar.

Player cleverness and diplomacy should be rewarded, if they say something convincing, roll with it the best you can. However never forget that the more important/powerful an NPC, the stronger their convictions. Certain NPCs should be beyond convincing and it's up to you to convey that.

Don't forget the spirit of the game! RP can get pretty intense, but at the end of the day this is about COLLABORATIVE imagination and expression. Make the best memories you can.

[tumblezwei]

The gacha community is full of morons, grifters, chronic whiners, reddit-brained losers, and the most concentrated percentage of incel/femcels in a naturally formed ecosystem you'll ever see in your entire life. Any day I'm forced outside of my bubble to interact with the general fanbase of any game I play is a day completely wasted. The only way I feel normal afterwards is by sending out 10 job applications, talking to my friends, and going outside to lay face down in the grass, all in that order. The artistry and talent that goes into creating these stories, characters, and worlds is devalued each moment I see another discourse about which multi-billion dollar company rewards their slobbering masses with more free shit.

But I have to admit. The drama is often vapid, worthless, and the most entertaining nonsense you'll ever find.

[gatheredfates]

Hi everyone! It's been a hot minute since I did a Compendium update, but I promise I'm not dead. For those who don't know, I got a new job! That meant pretty much the entirety of October was spent wrapping up my old job, going to my new site and trying to learn the new one. I'm on break in approximately two weeks, yay! ☃️

These updates will take on a wintery/Starlight theme to celebrate the season, much like All Saints. I hope you enjoy.

Additionally, myself and the lovely folks at SEAFLOOR are having a Catch up (for) Starlight Challenge! You should join us if you're interested. ❄️

However, without further the following communities have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

LARGE SCALE

The Help Lines—We are a community-based discord to be used to play the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV. We host almost all content including DRS and BA, Raiding, Deep Dungeons, Blue Mage and more. Our mission is to create a welcoming space for any individual in need of assistance to reach out and accomplish their FFXIV goals in a toxicity-free environment.

The Aether Entertainer—Founded in 2021 on Aether, The Aether Entertainer is player-made virtual magazine covering music, theatre, art, current events, and Eorzean popular culture.

LORE

Final Flowery XIV—Compiled by ann0yance(bsky)/@sa8oteur, this guide explores the various flowers in XIV, comparing them to their real-world equivalents and meanings.

On Elementals, Accountability and Criticism—An essay written by @morgana96 that explores the lore of elementals and their place in Gridania (and beyond)!

MISC

Vanilla Gpose Tips by Winterdeepelegy—A how-to guide on effectively utilising the vanilla gpose tools to create visually stunning screenshots, written by @winterdeepelegy.

WoL Reference Sheet—Created by @coldshrugs, a handy WoL reference sheet you can build in Canva!

NA GPOSE Studio/Themed Housing Directory—A player-made repository of North American Gpose studios and themed houses!

CHANGELOG

The Scholar's of Nym—The link has been modified at the request of the owner.

Skystone Co.—Has been removed at the request of its owner.

UI Macro Menus—The link has been modified to accurately reflect the bookmark.

Have you thought about joining our Tumblr Community? You can find it here!

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here or send me an ask with the relevant information!

Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. This is all publicly available on the document. 🦌

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads. (Though these get posted to the SEAFLOOR Tumblr Community when I find them!)

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include IC tabloid blogs or other ventures used to generate roleplay.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

I want to put my community on the Compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my Community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community/resource on the Compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it. The same goes for resources; if it's relevant to the game, it'll be useful to someone.

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, contact me asap!

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

[lynnsh1fts]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• An introduction to shifting ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

hi pretties

just to preface, these are my takes on shifting based off my understanding and experiences. should anybody feel like it doesn't align, please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. if anything is offensive (which i assure you is unintentional), feel free to let me know and we can deal with it accordingly.

to the baby shifters,

shifting is an individual journey. what i experience and what others experience may not be the exact same and that is perfectly fine. do not worry or stress, the mere fact you know of shifting is already reassurance that you will shift.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ What exactly is shifting?

In the Spiderman series (or whatever you'd like to call it), the word 'multiverse' is not something unheard of.

We live in a country, in a world, in a universe amongst other universes. What exactly is a multiverse? Simply put, it is multiple universes and a collection of parallel universes.

So then, what is shifting? Shifting is merely tapping into the consciousness of the version of you in the reality you wish to shift to. Shifting is not a teleportation of sorts, nor is it something based off physicalities. As some might say, it is gaining knowledge of the version of you that already exists in that reality you wish to be in.

Since the multiverse has infinite other universes and realities, a version of you that is perhaps, a witch/wizard, a mystical being, a doctor, lawyer, etc...it all exists.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊About shifting

۶ৎMethods:

If one is to be on shifttok, I'm almost certain they would have heard of methods.

But I must stress, there is absolutely no rules and/or regulations for one to shift. You need not use a method to shift.

Methods are simply there to aid one to get in a state where it may be easier to shift. Methods do not shift someone, but they may certainly help depending on the person.

Of course, given that, below are some methods if one wishes to try them out for themselves and see if methods aid them in their journey (All the best!)

۶ৎAlice in the wonderland method

۶ৎ5 Senses method

۶ৎRaven method

۶ৎVoid state method

۶ৎKitten method

Methods are not fixed. If you have experimented and have realised that certain segments of a certain method seem to be effective, feel free to tweak the process and create your own method.

BUT I STRESS AGAIN, shifting requires nothing but the simply intent. If you think that methods are the very key to shifting, feel free to persist and try because that is your journey. But in my opinion, shifting doesn't require fixed steps or many would've already shifted by now. That is not to say they have not put in enough effort or are doing things wrong, but simply to put into perspective that methods are not necessary and are not the make or break for one to shift.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊Scripting

As with methods, scripting is not compulsory but it certainly feels therepeutic (for me). Scripting is essentially jotting down what one's reality may be like.

From appearances to safe words, wardrobes to plots, scripting is exactly what it sounds like. (Scripting!)

Make it fun; type it out; decorate!

But it certainly does not matter if you do or do not. Nor does it matter if your script is finished or not. You are capable of shifting with or without a script. And you most certainly can shift without finishing a script for your subconscious has the reality you want to shift to in mind, clear as day.

Dearest shifters, baby shifter or not,

Please don't take the fun out of shifting. To stress, worry, get upset and disappointed over something that is inevitable is heartbreaking and simply not worth it.

A simple analogy: If you apply for a job and you get an email telling you that the job is yours, do you worry and stress about you clinching that job consistently? Do you continue to send in your resume and applications? No!

Likewise, shifting is bound to happen for you! You knowing of shifting is just like getting the email! Additionally, you need not try new methods every single night and get disappointed when you wake up in your bedroom simply because shifting is bound to happen for you!

Perhaps it is time for you to simply have faith in yourself because you have all the knowledge necessary to shift, and the simple intent. Have faith in yourself, let go, and allow shifting to truly remove the stress you already have instead of being a factor that adds more stress.

YOU CAN SHIFT SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU WANT TO

Happy shifting pretties and let me know what topics you want me to touch on/post

xoxo