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sakuraryomen01 · 10 months ago

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Valentino /Sukuna Ryomen x Fem! Reader/ .11 [Slight Nsfw]

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother, ec project with Nickolas the transfer student, drunk sukuna shows up at the dorm(!?), a small makeout session, some sexual touching and mentions of grinding/humping at readers thighs, caring for this stressed out man-slut, ooc sukuna.

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 5.036k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12 .13 .14 .15 .16 .17 .18 .19 .20

a/n: hey guys! sorry for the delay ^^ i've been wanting to get some chapters drafted before posting them! ty sm for the patience i hope u enjoy and r ready for the upcoming drama between sukuna and y/n!

a/n 2: so so sooooo sorry for being three days later after saying i'd be posting right away!!>< I was with family and the wifi was being iffy the last few days. I couldn't access many of my socials and much less work on the final draft of the chapter!! i powered thro until i was satified and it's finally here! i hope you enjoy!!

chapter/idea cred to: @misslauravillanueva i needed to give credit for the help! i was struggling on what to do!><

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Thank you for reading this! Enjoy!

“Achoo!”

“Ah, are you alright?” Geto’s cool tone echoed from the kitchen, his brow raised with a curious expression written on his face. “Coming down with something? I told you to relax from studying for a while–”

“It’s not that!” You huff, cheeks burning with embarrassment. ”I just sneezed. I don’t know why though..”

“Okay, relax. I’m not gonna get upset.”

With a pout, you leaned against the armrest of the couch. Bowl of mac and cheese with little hot dogs in hand and a Coke on the coffee table. Eyes returning back to the TV screen and watching the current crime show playing, listening to the crimes that the murderer committed as he was handed a death sentence.

Sometimes, when I let my mind wander to Sukuna.. It feels like that.

The idea that he’s now stuck on your mind despite all the anger he had towards you. The almost strange obsession and addiction to the idea of him. While you’ve been repetitively trying to control these new emotions and thoughts, you couldn’t help it. Seeing Sukuna that day in Ec class all those days ago. Having to tutor him. Even dealing with his weird smirks and teasing.

..That kiss too..

“Your face is doing that thing again, Y/n,” Geto’s voice chirped out of nowhere, causing you to jolt in your spot. “So jumpy over a guy? You know therapy exists, right?”

Returning a rather poorly chosen burn, Geto stood from his spot on the couch and waved a hand at you. Grabbing his things and his shoes from the carpet near the door, he sent you another telling look.

“If you're this upset, just ask what's up. Seriously, seeing you get stressed over this is kinda.. sad.”

There was a stabbing pain in your chest. You knew.

“Good night to you too, Suguru,” You hum, leaning on your fist as the door closed with a click. Leaving you alone in the dormitory for a few moments.

Your thoughts clouding your headspace until you decided to go to bed. Unable to understand this dreadful lil thing people called love, unable to understand why Sukuna Ryomen had crawled his way into your heart just by being an ass.

Tomorrow is another day.. Right?

. . .

“Today we'll be picking partners for class projects!”

Eh?? Ehhhhh????

You blinked a few times at the announcement, looking down towards Toji as students began to groan and complain a little. Quickly these were silenced as Toji lifted a stack of papers and chuckled deeply in his husky voice.

“It's not my problem, just get them done. You have two weeks to do it, so get your partners. The class is uneven so be ready for one of y'all's groups to have an extra person. It's a self-pick topic type of thing so start discussing today or tomorrow your topic and go with it!”

Toji tapped the papers on his desk and sat, letting his tie loose as he started relaxing for the rest of the period.

“If you need suggestions for your topic, there's a list in here along with your presentation requirements. I expect all names and correct citations with these as well.”

You let out a small groan and rub your temple. Not only were you stressed, now you had to deal with this? Extra shifts at work couldn't save you from this type of annoyance. It's not that you hated group projects, it's just a small tick when half of them throw the work onto you.

Pros and cons. Pros– none. Cons– work was usually tossed onto you.

You stood from your desk and began making your way down the steps to grab a paper. A strange chill ran up your spine as you passed Sukuna’s. Sparing a glance over, your cheeks warmed almost immediately.

Some bits of hair were pinned back and a pen rested on an ear. His shirt had a few buttons undone with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Black pants tight enough to have made a bakery spawn on the seat he sat upon. He looked really handsome, daring to battle even Toji’s good looks, and it was getting to you.

What hit the nail in the coffin is when he just so happened to catch you ogling with your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth. His eyes sharpened at your expression as a smirk curled at the corners of his lips.

An almost playful yet teasing smile you weren't used to seeing on his face caught you off guard. It made your face hot, and your shame grow a few beats in that moment.

“Stop creeping” was basically what his face was saying.

Letting out a strained cough, you covered your face and made your way back up to your desk. Positive that his eyes had followed you all the way up the stairs before you sat in your spot. Hiding behind the paper and some random book you grabbed from your bag.

You couldn't be more obvious, could you?

While fellow students started to shift in their seats and partner up with friends and just random buddies from in the room, Sukuna was swarmed with a small audience of girls as he stood from his seat to also fetch a paper. The guys that sat around him gave him annoyed side-eyes and snorts as he absorbed the attention from all the women in the room.

“Sukuna, do you wanna partner with me?” One asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and letting the blush on her cheeks show.

“Me too, we could all do it together!” Another spoke up, poking her button nose into their conversation. Her bright green eyes staring up at Sukuna with a needy gleam.

It makes you confused to an extent, making you press your brows together as you look to the side. Sukuna probably thought that's what you looked like every time you saw him. It makes your heart ache and head throb, another grand headache to your already upsetting day.

Just let your mind be normal for once in your life.

You begin to gather your things and part from the room, the hustle and bustle of the classroom quietly fading into the background. Letting out a relaxed sigh as the sight of your bed creeped into the corners of your mind– oh, how you wished to be relaxing in bed with your favorite stuffy.

“Hello, miss? Would you like to be my partner for the project?” A voice suddenly called from behind you, somewhat echoing throughout the quiet hallways. It startled you since you didn’t expect anyone to follow you out of the classroom asking such a thing, it piqued your interest.

Lifting your head, you come face to face with someone you didn’t know.

His dark hair was up in a bun with his undercut showing behind his pierced ears, a kind smile flashing behind yet another piercing on his lip. Tanned skin that seemed to glow like it was pampered with the best beauty products around, not a scar or pimple in sight. Cute dimples at the corners of his lips adding to his boyish charm while his honey eyes gleamed at you. It reminded you of Yuji in a sense, but this was not Yuji.

You’ve never seen this guy before– a really cute one at that.

“Hello,” you say, momentarily stunned at the stranger, letting your hand weakly wave. “Uhm, partner?”

There was an adorable chuckle that furthered your stunned silence before you heard a response. “Yes, I saw you walk out here alone and thought you might need one.”

You take in a deep breath, regaining your composure quickly and patting yourself down. “Ah, right. I actually don’t like having a partner, my past experiences have led me to conclude that they’re not the best option for a project. Besides, I’m a big girl, I can handle one on my own.”

“I can see why,” He starts, looking back at the classroom with the still clamoring students before returning his attention to you. “That horde in there was after one guy, they don’t care about this project. I was actually about to do the same as you when I saw my choices were so low.”

Rubbing a big calloused hand over his nape, the strangers’ almond eyes looked from the empty halls and to you, his smile sheepish. “Please? Don’t make me beg now.”

There was a small silence between you and the stranger as you considered walking off and letting him go with his original plan before the Economics class erupted with whines as Sukuna and a girl walked from inside. The color left your cheeks, seeing the girl’s arm wrapped tightly around Sukuna’s. Looking as if he was protecting her from the growing crowd of the class, engaging in an active conversation as they walked on by.

Your heart sank sharply, seeing Sukuna letting someone else into his circle. He used to be so cold, so annoyed with people when he was younger. Only letting you really hold him that close, giving you nuzzles of appreciation since he didn’t like to say it aloud.

Now, he gives you the cold shoulder and holds others that aren’t you close.

Without letting your head finish its last thought and your eyes still trained on the back of Sukuna’s head, you gave a nod and looked back at the stranger. “Sure. I’m Y/n L/n, by the way.”

“Really? That’s great!” He smiled, the warmth of his company lightening your mood sufficiently more than it was a few moments ago. “My name’s Nickolas Alveres, it’s nice to meet you, L/n.”

The both of you share a smile for a second before Nickolas nods down the hall, motioning for the both of you to head to your next classes. He doesn’t wait for you to join him, but you do anyway. Trying to make small talk with him as you try to get to know your partner, letting the smile on your lips stick.

While you wore a smile, someone else had a frown. A deep scowl, if you will. You didn’t feel it, but Sukuna’s partner saw it.

She raised a brow, cheeks tinted a slight color as she cast her gaze in the same direction. Seeing you close to another man, only escalating the befuddlement.

“What’s wrong, Sukuna?”

A disgruntled look was plastered all over said man’s face, his frown so prominent it was a waste of time to even attempt to hide it. A chasm of wrinkles forming on his forehead as his brows pressed together at the sight before him. Watching the way you and some kid walked side by side with a smile on your face, not a care in the world.

When did you get so chummy?

“It’s nothing.. Let’s go, Haru,” He said, not sparing a second to look back at you. With a huff, he pulled his work partner, Haru, with him to the nearby library to find a good subject for this project.

It’s what he wanted anyways.. right?

. . .

“Wait, wait.. He punched Gojo in the face?!” Nickolas laughed, holding his cup up to his lips quickly to cover his giggles and chuckles. His nose crinkled up as they continued despite his obvious resistance. “He must’ve been drunk too to get so defensive!! I thought he was just a jerk most of the time.”

“Usually he is,” You start, crossing your legs under the coffee table. Looking over some of the notebooks the both of you had sprawled out onto the wood to look for any good topics to talk about in the presentation. Quickly, you scribbled out one, taking a sip from your cup and looking back up to Nickolas. “Recently though, he’s been alright. Not as mean as he used to be, but not one-hundred percent rude and annoying.”

A calm silence filled the air as Nickolas rested his work in his lap, taking a moment to look from them to you. “Speaking of, how long have you known this guy? You talk about him like he’s an old friend.”

The corner of your lips twitch upwards for a short second before you let your face relax. “He was. Not really interested in joining forces again recently.”

Nickolas nodded his head in understanding, eyes glazing over somewhat on what response to give. Seeing that the idea of this guy somehow hurt you, it got him concerned. Why bother letting him get to you so deeply if this is the result? It doesn’t make sense.

“Don’t let it get to you too much, Y/n,” He mustered after a short silence, placing his cup on the coffee table and letting his ring tap against the plastic. “If he’s still letting you be this close, even helping you care for a friend, that’s gotta be something.”

You nod numbly, knowing the obvious has been said too many times. Talk to him, ask him how he’s doing about the relationship, what does he want from you? The same three things that you always wanted to say when you were with him, but how. Other than tutoring, other than being near each other in class, you and Sukuna spent little to no time together.

All you remember about him is that he was the tough kid in school with home problems that liked to play tag and hide and seek. That he scared you with bugs and frogs while at the lake or near the Willow tree. The fond memories you shared with him couldn’t be the only factor that you had to use to judge what you wanted, you had to be around him more.

How was going to be the hardest puzzle to solve.

“Oh well,” Nickolas yawned, stretching his arms over his head. “It’s about time i get headed to my dorm. I have an early class tomorrow. I’ll leave you my number so that we can plan meetings for the project!”

Jokes and laughter filled the room as you and your partner exchanged information when there was a loud commotion at the door. You glanced from Nickolas to the dorm door and let out a light hearted chuckle, waving your hands next to your head.

“Ah, I’ll go get that! Gather your things, okay?”

Nickolas nodded and turned to his open binder and mess of notebook paper splayed on the coffee table, humming to himself as you rushed over to the front door. Hair stood at attention when you opened that door, seeing a messed up man laying on the hallway floor. A big wine bottle squeezed tightly in his right hand, the other placed next to his head on the floor.

His voice came out in gentle hums of some random rock song, lyrics jumping out from his mouth every second or so in a drunken daze. His fluffy hair was messy and almost unrecognizable until you realized who it was.

It was Sukuna.

“Wh.. What are you doing here?” You shout, shocked at his arrival, but there was not really a response. Only his hand raising to wave his finger around to the hum of his song. “Sukuna, answer me!!”

“..rather be.. Than lonely..”

Letting out a sigh, you look back at Nickolas and see his confused face staring at the gap between you and the door down at Sukuna. He stood there ready to go with his bag strap on his shoulder and keys in hand, giving you quick glances for some semblance of an answer. You give a small shrug, looking back to the immobile man on the ground.

Gently, you kick at one of his legs to try and get something out of him. “Sukuna, get up!”

Not a single thing, just a grunt and a tussle before your eyes finally connect with glazed ones. Maroon pools that were foggy beyond belief, not having a thought behind them. Nickolas tilts his head to the side and shakes it, giving you a pat on the arm and a sheepish smile.

“I'll get out of your hair, Y/n. Good luck!”

You step out of the man’s way, looking down at the disgruntled Sukuna and give a weak chuckle. Parting ways with Nickolas for the evening and kneeling down to Sukuna and shaking his shoulder. “Sukuna, you’ll get sick, get up.”

“..Doesn’t matter,” Sukuna mumbled, closing his eyes and taking a sip of his drink. “F’m sick, I’ll just be sick..”

“It does matter, now get up.”

You did your best to pull Sukuna up by his arm and into a sitting position, hooking the limp appendage over your shoulder and lifting him up onto his feet. It was a struggle since Sukuna was so heavy, but you managed. The stench of alcohol reeked from his breath and shirt, mixes of dirt and some stains that you didn’t feel the need to ask where they came from.

Stumbling into your dormitory you freed the near empty beer bottle from Sukuna’s grasp and pulled the door close. He wasn’t giving much fight– probably due to the amount he drank– and just leaned his weight onto you. Mumbling to himself about things you weren’t going to pressure him into answering. Still, it made you wonder.

What the hell drove him to come to my place?

Surely, he wouldn’t mind answering that.

With a huff to your lips you plopped Sukuna’s heavy ass onto the couch and folded your arms. The beer bottle in your hand swirling around as you rotate your wrist ever so slightly, brow raising at Sukuna’s nearly asleep form. It was odd to see the big, strong and mean Sukuna Ryomen on his last leg from intoxication.

Despite this, you found it cute.

“I’ll go get you some water and maybe a change of clothes,” You announce, tilting your head to see if that gauges a reaction. Sadly there was nothing but a huff and some finger taps on the couch’s cushions. Letting your arms fall to your side, you grunt and place the beer on the table. “Whatever, I’ll be right back.”

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and some extra sheets from your bedroom before making your way back into the living room to Sukuna. A fresh set of clothing was provided, thanks to Geto’s many late night bang sessions with Shoko, and some cooling pads were placed next to Sukuna on the couch. He didn’t do much but glance at the items, turning his face away in– what you assumed– was a quiet protest.

Sukuna never acted this petty and spoiled before. What’s gotten into him?

“Let’s get you changed, yeah?” Gently, you press your hands to his chest, earning a reaffirming nod and proceeding to undo the buttons of his collared shirt.

It was strange to be in this position. On your knees, undressing the man you’ve pinned for for so long, only to be seeing this messy and unkempt side you didn’t like to imagine him being. The feelings in your chest that you wanted to put away were making your heart race once more, every glance you got to see from the mess you called Sukuna.

His hair made him resemble his brother more than anything else now, hanging over his sweaty forehead and tattoo. Arms hanging loosely at his sides, man spreading for all of the world to see. Shamefully, you enjoyed the calm attention. Even though it was unsightly, you liked getting to touch all over Sukuna’s body.

“There,” You mumble to yourself, having officially released Sukuna from his shirt. “N-Now, onto your..”

Trailing off, you look down at Sukuna’s pants. Swallowing thickly at the idea of pulling off his trousers, you took a deep breath. I’m never going to live this shame down!

Gently, you began to undo his belt. You face burning ever more as the air began to tense, wishing that anyone but you would be this bashful over something so silly. Still, regret hit you harder than the embarrassment or shame ever could.

Sukuna was watching you. Watching your hands slip the belt loose, pulling his button undone and pulling at his waistband. You tugged, unable to yank them down and free his lower half.

“Sukuna.. Can you lift your hips?” You ask in a soft voice, startled by the quick response. But what was it really, he was watching your every move. You felt like you were being examined in some office and not helping Sukuna undress. “Thank you.”

“Mm.”

Making haste of the situation, you pulled down the fabric of his trousers and grabbed the loose shorts you had found from earlier. Ignoring all thoughts of Sukuna and how perfect his legs looked, the thick black bands of his tattoos on the fat of his thigh. The way the bulge in his briefs was much a cause for distraction, even denying that it twitched once freed from it’s confines.

Yep, never happened.

“There, all better,” You sigh, satisfied. “Now that your ready for bed, I’m going to do the same.”

It took a few minutes, but you had completely reclothed Sukuna and he now looked more sleepy and ready for bed rather than drunk off his ass and about to black out on the couch. You had struggled to even get him to take a sip of water and sober up, but to no avail. You figured you’d have to try again tomorrow morning and explain the situation once he woke up in a confused fit.

Getting him comfortable on the couch too was another ordeal you didn’t think you’d go through, but you did. Tucking in the large male until he was all cozy and warm, safely resting his head on one of your spare pillows.

“I’ll see ya in the morning, Ryo,” You mumble, letting your mind wander for a moment and tracing the outline of one of his tattoos on his bicep. Feeling the muscle twitch under your touch momentarily.

“Mgh,” Sukuna muffled out, cheeks warm to the touch.

Letting out another sigh, you stand from your spot next to the couch. Only to be pulled back towards the culprit at hand, falling ass first next to his lap. Sukuna didn’t make a sound, just grasped onto your hips and pulled you in for a hug. His arms anchored around your lower stomach, pressing into the arch of your spine and forcing you to press against him as well.

His nose was pressed into the crook of your shoulder, but you continued to crusade for answers from the sudden affection. “AGH! Sukuna, that was highly uncalled for!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Answer me, dammit–!!”

“Who was that guy?”

You flinch, caught off guard. The clarity and conviction in Sukuna’s voice was strange, seeing as he had been stumbling and leaning into you for the last few moments. “Uhm, my Economics partner Nickolas. It shouldn’t matter, you need to sleep!”

“I don’t need sleep,” Sukuna grunts out, lifting himself off of the couch and trapping you underneath him. Using his big arms like a cage, eyes locking you in place with a vice on your heart. “What was he doin’ hanging here?”

“Sukuna, this is childish,” You start, ready to defend yourself for a confrontation. “He’s my class partner, you shouldn’t be upset over it.”

Wait.. why was he upset?

Previously, he had never seemed to give a flying fuck what you did or whom you did it with. What’s with the sudden change of heart? It made yours ache at the possibilities, wondering what could it be that made him so hostile all of the sudden over Nickolas.

“I barely know him anyways..”

“And you let him sit here on this couch?”

There was a small slap sound as skin met skin, Sukuna’s palm and fingers grasping your chin and cheeks. A gentle but firm squeeze sent shivers down your spine, your hand reaching up to try and pull Sukuna’s off but to no avail. His eyes scanned your face for anything, a sign.

Something. Anything that would make this ache in his chest stop.

“What is he to you, huh?” His voice came out rough, deep. Intimidating.

It was scary, but a shudder was sent up your spine. A lustful and unneeded shudder, one that sent ideas to your brain. That made your mind wander, but you held them back.

Even as Sukuna’s lips captured yours, as his teeth grazed and nibbled at your lower lip, your hands reached up to tangle themselves in his pink locks. You had to deny, because the Sukuna that was here wasn’t really him. It was a drunk and dissociated version of him, a side that you normally didn’t see.

A side that he probably didn’t like showing.

“Did you let him do this, mh?” Sukuna muttered, pulling away from your mouth. A string of saliva connecting the both of you for a moment as your lungs fought for breath. Chest rising and falling heavily, your hands hold onto Sukuna’s arms, trying to find something to stabilize yourself in this mess of kisses.

“N-No, we just.. Talked about class–”

“Talked? About class? Me? You?”

Sukuna retreated his touch from your face and instead placed them on your thighs. Laying beside you on the couch, keeping you trapped against his chest and making sure to dress the blankets over you.

“Sukuna, seriously, this isn’t funny anymore,” You whimper, covering your face. How could you push this away? You’ve wanted nothing but to be closer to him, haven’t you?

Desired, pleaded. You wanted everything.. But this wasn’t the way.

Feeling Sukuna’s hands wrap around your waist, having his hot breath on your neck and shoulder as he rutted his hips against the fat of your ass. You felt utterly guilty, like trash. Wanting to crawl away from Sukuna and save him the little grace he had, to avoid giving him something to wake up and regret tomorrow.

“Y/n.. look at me.. Look at what you’ve done,” The man in question ordered, hooking your top leg over his elbow. Letting the bulge in his pants grow more and more, his voice becoming ragged and deep as he got harder and harder. “You’re making a mess of me, can’t you tell?”

You nod, wanting to pull away and sleep in your bed. But the desires in you only wanted you to fall deeper. The strings of your heart being plucked as Sukuna’s lips found the sensitive skin of your neck. Marking and sucking, lewd sucking sounds erupting from his lips as he made harsh hickeys form on the skin.

Mewl after moan escaped you, your pussy wet and slick under the confines of your panties and pajama bottoms. Sukuna could tell, releasing your leg from his hold and slowing his hips for a moment until his hand migrated to your front.

Grinding the flat surface of his palm against your clothed cunt, whispering naughty words into your ear that you had to drown out. Even if the wants in your belly wished for Sukuna to be there, to fill up your insides and make a mess. To be closer than he’s ever let you been for the last month or so, you had to stop this.

And you did, with much regret.

“Sukuna, stop,” You whimper, pulling Sukuna’s hand away from your body. Breaths coming out in baited huffs, you sat up. Not taking a moment to let yourself get lured back in, feeling Sukuna’s hand find your waist again as you resisted further.

“Stop what?” He mutters, annoyance in his voice. Laced with an emotion you wished to unhear. “Didn’t you want this too?”

“Not like this.” Cold, respectful. You had to be this way, to give Sukuna another chance. Letting him have his way now in such a drunken state, you wouldn’t be able to recover a good relationship. “If I was like anyone else, you’d be taken advantage of.”

Sukuna’s touch softened, his glazed eyes clearing for a moment as he looked at the back of your head. Seeing a shimmer of something on your cheek, his fingers trembled. He desired to reach up, to brush those tears away. It was against his very nature, his very being.

He didn’t like the idea of being all cuddly and cozy, being soft and vulnerable with someone. The idea of it made his stomach churn and made the urge to vomit impending.

But, with you. Seeing those tears form, for his sake. He felt irritated with himself. He caused it. Him.

“I’m going to bed now,” You say, voice shaken up. “Get some water, sleep.”

You stood from your place on the sofa and walked over to the small hallway, entering your bedroom and letting out a shuddering exhale. A weight was now firmly sitting on your chest. It ached, it hurt, it burned.

Everything that pain felt like was exploding in your chest. Reaching up a hand to try and comfort yourself wasn’t worth the effort either as you slid down the wood of your bedroom door. Curling into a feeble position as the tears fell from your eyes, finally free after holding them the whole time.

What you wished you could do about the man on your couch.

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a/n: y'all i literally have a crippling addiction to crime videos and all that shit it's just so interesting for no reason oml (crying inside) also sorry for the month long pause (i say sorry too much) i was creating new characters and working on ideas for the next few chapters!

Chapter Song Them: — Granite - Sleep Token (Lyrics)

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dailyshittymumbojumbodoodles · 5 months ago

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Mumbo Jumbo apologizes for no post yesterday! The wifi at home has evaporated unexpectedly, I am currently writing this from my schools wifi, I shall be queueing until further notice right now!

#dailyshittymumbojumbodoodles unofficial day post #txt

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blackfemmejeanvaljean · 2 years ago

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so as many of you know from my last post my old roommate brought a house and moved out. I'm trying to find a new roommate but it's currently 100 degrees in new orleans and all the colleges let out so no one is trying to move. my landlords are nice enough to not charge me the full rent ($1400) but they are charging me $1000 which is $300 more than I budgeted for the month (I really thought I'd have a roommate by now). I should be able to pay the rent next month without issue but paying an extra $300 plus the full light bill and internet bill food and transportation is more than I can take on at the moment (I also wanted to save for school but I'm willing to put that on the back burner for now). I'm sorry to keep asking and no one is obligated to donate or reblog but if you could help I'd really appreciate it. I feel really bad just asking I'm sorry

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blathannabeaga · 5 months ago

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.☽༊˚ january writing; amber

joe mcnamara x reader

feat. bartender!reader, ambiguous setting (could be read as post-2x02), implied age gap, mutual pining

Even for a weekday, the bar is almost unpalatably dead. Safe for two of your sweet, retired regulars who’d strolled in around eleven for their usual pitcher of Ultra and round of pool and a nice student that you let use your stingy manager’s Wifi on the sly to research her papers, the rest of the world stays on the other side of the weathered French doors and leaves you counting down the painstaking hours until your shift concludes.

By half one, you’ve polished every draught tap to gleaming twice and given what you believed to be a stellar acting performance pretending to understand what the student’s current paper is about when the little brass bell above the front door rings, signalling a new arrival. You could nearly cry with joy - and that’s before you’ve even had a chance to look up from your conversation, and lay eyes on who it is.

Though it’s far from the worst state you ever ever seen her in over the course of the months she’s frequented the bar, the steri-strips along Joe’s nose and the laceration they cover stand out like sore thumbs on her pretty face. Her dress shirt and pants are, as always, pressed and fitted handsomely as ever - but a flush of bruises peeks out from under her upturned right sleeve, and no matter how bright her face turns as she meets your eyes it’s still not enough to mask how utterly tired she is.

Quietly excusing yourself, you pad back over the bar to where she takes her usual seat atop a leather-cushioned barstool. Loosely folding her suit jacket, she places it down on the bar counter and tugs down the hem of her sleeve like she hadn’t caught you looking at the marred skin.

“Little early to be hitting the hard stuff even for you, no?” You poke at her, even as you reach under the bar for her bourbon of choice. Try as you might to mask the concern in your voice, you doubt it’d take someone as skilled as her to be able to pick up on it.

She cracks a smile, and by God if you haven’t missed it over the last few weeks.

A weird sort of understanding’s formed between you over this time, one that bridges lives and jobs and all else that you don’t have in common. How she always appears a little changed when she comes back after being absent for weeks at a time, that there’s things she shouldn’t ask you about in those conversations that happen well after last call. More enjoyably, when she should block some drunk charmer’s advances with a whispered threat you never hear - and when she knows you can handle it.

As such, you know to tread lightly until she responds. Whether she just wants to sip her liquor whilst you tell her how school’s going and what she’s missed around the bar, or if it’s an afternoon of spirited, half-hearted arguments she’s after. The honest truth, that you’d only just come around to accepting, was that you’d watch paint dry in silence if you were watching it with her; something you’re rather content to continue ignoring, until she looks up at you through dark lashes and you feel like your heart is about to hammer right out through your ribs.

“If that’s what I was here for”, she begins with a conceding nod, cocking her head a little and letting a dark strand of hair fall from behind her ear. “Then probably, sure.”

Amber whiskey sloshes inside the thick glass of the bottle as you hold it aloft above the counter, stilling between the surprise and the not unsubtle way Joe lets her eyes map your face. A smile tugs at her lips and you tear your eyes away to settle the bottle down, and lean forward on crossed arms to level with her wearing a smile of your own.

“Well, I know you’re not here for the ambience.” You state flatly, referring to the Johnny Cash playing over the jukebox and the clink of pool-balls at the far side of the room. It’s a nice place, but not that nice - and judging from the stack of bills in her unassuming wallet every time she pays her tab, and the lush tips she always leaves you, she could easily get her fix in one of the suave finance district bars instead.

“Got me there.” She concedes diplomatically. At her back, sunlight filters in through the coloured glass of the windows and casts warped shadows across the dark wood floor, and to your left someone finally pockets the eight-ball to a triumphant victory cry.

Dying for something to occupy yourself with, you fish two glasses from under the bar and pour the both of you a glass of water. Wringing your hands on the towel at your waist, you push one across the bar to her. “So?”

Joe accepts the glass, and keeps you teetering in silence as she drinks. Trying not to pay so much attention to the taut column of her throat above her shirt collar is easier said than done.

“So, what?” She finally retorts, as she sets the glass down. Her expression appears plaintive, but you’ve grown too familiar to her ways to think it to be true.

Leaning forward on crossed arms, you fix her with one of those attentively stern looks that she seems to enjoy so much as you probe. “Why did you haul ass to a bar on the other side of town to not drink?”

“Because it’s where you are.” Joe holds your gaze, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Shrugging, she lifts her glass again and you catch a sliver of a smile behind the rim. “Why else?”

Why else. Two words that rush through your head like wildfire through a thicket, rendering your voice useless. Mercifully, one of your regulars cranks up the volume on the jukebox to drown out his opponent’s protests and as you seek to hide your flushed face behind your glass, Joe’s hand finds yours atop the scarred wood of the bar.

#joe mcnamara #joe mcnamara x reader #january writing #special ops lioness #special ops lioness x reader #special ops: lioness #special ops: lioness x reader

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beneathsakurashade · 1 year ago

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why did my favorite game turn into a dating sim? twst x gen reader (crack fic) CH 1: Bro got half a braincell

Intro CH:2 CH: 3

You were bored, like really bored. So now you were sitting on the mattress that you called a bed while reading fanfics that hadn’t been touched by their authors after almost five years. Scrolling absentmindedly through A03 you stumbled upon a new fic that somehow escaped your search. It was titled 𝕋𝕨𝕤𝕥: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕚𝕞, in that font, just published mere minutes ago. “Well, there’s nothing else that I want to read” you shrug and tap to open your newest discovery. You’re greeted by a page that is blank, completely barren of words, “Is my wifi bad?” You mutter and reload the page. The page remains blank, “Wait no summary? No chapter title? Nothing?” You stare confused at your screen Did someone forget to write anything and just press post? you think attempting to exit out of the fic. You feel nothing but a sudden fear as you shut your eyes and feel a rush of cold air and cobblestone as you hit the ground. "Ow...the hell?" you cry and step up "Ah, good you're here!"

An unfamiliar voice calls out and you hear someone walking over to you. You look up to face a man wearing a bird-like mask and dressed in rich attire. “And you are?” You ask unamused. “I am Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College!” He smiles “All I heard was that I’m a stranger and I brought you here” you retort. “That is correct! I brought you here from your world for a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Not convinced you continue “If that once in a lifetime opportunity doesn’t include free food and housing I don’t want it-” Crowley interrupts your comment “Trust me, your food and housing will be completely covered! For I am so gracious! Now follow me, for I shall tell you why I brought you here on the way to my office”. I don’t suppose that I have much of a choice… you think to yourself “Alright bird man, let’s get going”. You follow this Dire Crowley through what appears to be a school, there’s people your age walking around in uniforms of various colors. Some are holding textbooks, some are discussing yesterday’s homework and some are using their movement time to nap on the benches.

You both arrive at his office and he opens the door, you sit yourself down at the chair in front of his desk. “Now explain why I’m here” You start and watch as he summons papers into his hand and places them on his desk. “You are to be part of a special program here at Night Raven College, a program which includes teaching our students about the married life. If they so desire to partake in it later in life” Crowley explains. You nod and pause “Wait…so what does teaching your students about being married have to do with me?” inwardly you think Okay...this is definitely not the NRC I'm used to, there's no such thing as a marriage program. He explains further “Well you see, I have contacted your siblings, and they say that this experiment would do good for you! So this is a win win situation for us yes?” nodding slowly you pause and mutter "Wait...why does this feel familiar?" Stiffening you realize that you were summoned into the world of Twisted Wonderland, right in the middle of Night Raven College, a school full of cute guys...and a deadbeat principal...

You gaze at the first page in the small stack that you were given, at the top there’s a section for your basic info. Filling the first page out you flip over to the back, there are a few more basic questions, like what’s your best subject, your hobbies, and your likes and dislikes. After filling out the first page you turn to the second, which has information about a young man named Riddle Rosehearts, there’s no photo set for either of you. You knew a lot about Riddle, Twisted Wonderland was your current hyperfixation, so you knew damn well about everything for every character, you could probably be like Azul and blackmail everyone at school with the dirt you had on them. Still, it was strange having their info presented to you on a sheet of paper, you usually used the wiki to get your info, wait...what if you get your own twst wiki page? What if someone is studying your page like you studied your favorite boys'? Shuddering at the thought you look through the what was written on the pages, Age 20...wait wasn't he seventeen in the original game? Is this an au or something? Birthday is August 24th, homeland is Queendom of Roses, man I wish my homeland was called that tbh... Best subject is practical magic…whatever that is. He’s in the Equestrian club, righttt, I forgot that NRC is a rich kid school, ain't no way my school has the budget for horses. Ughhh my sister was a horse girl, I do not wanna handle more seasons of Heartland. Hobby is hedgehog tending? That sounds awfully cute, bro better share them hedgehog tending responsibilities. Pet peeve is rulebreaking? I mean it depends I guess, like some rules are dumb, and some aren’t so… Favorite food is strawberry tarts, sounds yummy, least fave food is junk food, oop bro is gonna hate my fave foods. Talent is being fast at solving crossword puzzles? Mine is probably being fast at Fruit Ninja-.

Crowley snaps and breaks you out of your thoughts, “So what do you think of your first partner Mx. L/N?” you try to keep as calm as possible (as one can when they get the news that they're going to be marrying a character from their favorite game) and cough. "He seems interesting, so when do I get to meet him?” “Quite soon Mx. L/N, after school today you both will meet. Then tomorrow you will both attend classes together, and share a dorm room”. “You want me to share a room with a stranger?” “Fear not Mx. L/N, there will be separate beds, and our students are very respectful. If anything arises please report to Mr. Crewel, he will deal with such things swiftly”. "Sure whatever you say..." you mutter and ask what happens now, trying to meet Riddle as soon as possible. You walk alongside Crowley as he leads you to an empty classroom with a single student inside. Sitting down at a desk with his head buried deep within a book, the only thing that you can see is two strands of strawberry red hair. Sits the familiar sight of a particular rule obsessed student. “Uh, Riddle, right?” You peep up and he looks up at you “Oh hello, you must be the student that the Headmage told me about” you nod in response. “Yea I am, so uh…what do we do now?” You look behind you and notice that Crowley is gone, “Did he just leave? Bruh, guys always do this…” you remark sighing. "Shall we introduce each other properly?" Riddle suggests and you shrug. He stands up from his seat "My name is Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul, it is an honor to meet you. I do hope that our partnership shall be enjoyable". You smile "I'm Y/N L/N, uhhh, an average college student. It's nice to meet you".

A/N: guys this is a cringey I know lol, this is basically for me to practice my writing. also fun fact the chapter titles r from wattpad comments. ok I'll go now bye :>

#twst #fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #crack fic #robbedofeggsaladwriting

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fashion-foxy · 2 months ago

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EAH Not Server Based Game but kinda Sorta Server Based Game update 26/4/2025

I've been working on getting the game playable for 8 months. Here's what I've figured out since I last did an update post:

OK, so a complete (?) list of reasons the game doesn't work:

It's trying to connect to YouTube's API to play videos in the game. YouTube has been updated a couple of times since 2015, so much like trying to talk to your former best friend at your high-school reunion, neither of you has any idea how to connect to each other.

It's trying to connect to Facebook's API so it can save/log in data. Facebook isn't even called Facebook anymore, so again, it's freaking out

It's trying to connect to Google+ to log in/save data. Google+ doesn't exist anymore

And the biggest problem: A majority of the app is built on the assumption that you have GMS installed. This is a fair assumption. So, why is it in the problem category?

Well,

GMS (Google Mobile Services) is a fun bundle of APKs that come pre-installed on most Android devices. This basically means that if you go down to Best Buy and pick up a Google Pixel 9, it'll have hidden system apps on it that basically handle things like notifications or, say, wifi connectivity. So, if you're a mobile developer and decide you'd really like to have your app send notifications to user, but you don't want to reinvent the metaphorical wheel of sending notifications, you just have your app talk to the system apps already on your user's phone and tell them to send notifications.

Now you may see where I'm going with this.

GMS is just a collection of APKs, and APKs need to be replaced with a different one if you want to update it. Naturally, Google really wants to update the structure a majority of Android apps function on for security or to collect more data on Android users.

The eah game is running on the assumption that GMS from a decade is installed on the user's device. And it's not just in charge of ads, microtranactions, notifications, or logging in. IT'S RESPONIBLE FOR GESTURES AND SEVERAL EVENT TRIGGERS AND ANIMATIONS.

In the games' current state, to get basic functions working like responding to tapping the screen and loading mini games, we need GMS from about a decade ago.

To get the game working, there are 2 options:

Just kinda start launching the version of the game that works the best with different versions of Jellybean (Android 5) era GMS APKs installed and hope of them works

Rebuild the game to not rely on any GMS or modern GMS

Can you guess which one I'm gonna try first?

(Sidenote, I'm very adverse to completely rebuilding the games because 1, that'd be a giant project, and 2, I want to keep as much of the original game intact as possible.)

#ever after high #eah #ever after high game #eah game #gmga updates

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tragicallyuncreative · 5 months ago

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hey girl how’s your wifi doing also can you translate last post for people who don’t speak nurse 💔

Happy Saturday everyone!! The good news: wifi was fixed yesterday. The bad news: in reviewing the chapter I made a few little changes that turned into big changes and now I'm stuck with a few more pages to write but absolutely slammed with work since starting the new semester Thursday. Currently trying to type quick sentences between breaks crying trying to read these EKGs and not lose my mind over how much I suck at cardiology 😭Ideally, the chapter would be out today, but realistically, I'm looking at tomorrow or Monday. I really appreciate everyone understanding- as much as I want to curl up with a blanket and write, school/ my career comes first!

As for translating my nurse-speak, that leads to something new I'm doing for this chapter and each one from here on out- adding a medical glossary to the end of the chapter! I love love love education and helping people learn new things so wanted to provide that opportunity. I really am procrastinating now, but let's break down my last excerpt together (I'm justifying that this is nursing education so technically I'm doing schoolwork) 😉

ALL: acute lymphoblastic leukemia.

Hemoglobin: a protein needed to transport oxygen in the blood. A hemoglobin < 7.0 is the threshold to receive a blood transfusion. A hemoglobin <5.0 is life-threatening and can result in heart failure/ death.

PRBCs: packed red blood cells, a type of blood product used for transfusions.

Hypoglycemia: low blood sugar (<70).

D5W: dextrose in water, a type of IV fluid that contains sugar.

NPO: nothing by mouth.

ABG: arterial blood gas, a type of blood test that draws blood from the artery instead of the vein. It tests the level of oxygen and carbon dioxide in the blood, as well as the blood's pH.

Dyspnea: shortness of breath.

3L NC: 3 liters of oxygen via nasal canula, an oxygen delivery device consisting of a thin tube with prongs that go in each nostril.

12 French foley: foley is another term for a urinary catheter. There are a variety of sizes, 12 French is the typical size for an adolescent male.

18 gauge: IV size. The gauges range from 14-26. The higher the number, the smaller the size of the IV canula. Large gauges are needed for transfusing thick products such as blood, 14G is standard in adults but 18G is acceptable in an adolescent.

Right antecubital: inside of elbow, site where blood is typically drawn from and where IVs can be placed.

Saline lock: used when IV is not currently running/ hooked up to anything, keeps the patency of the IV open with saline.

#the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #ao3 #the outsiders musical #letstalkmedicine!#tragicallyuncreativewrites #attheendoftheroad

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cha1cedony · 1 year ago

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Probably not going frantically post a lot about this episode (bc I have schoolwork to do immediately in the library. and I don’t currently have wifi at home 😭) but! I liked it :) Pleasantly surprised!

Also I didn’t hate the epilogue…? Taylor being a criminal NFT bro is so baffling LMAO, but I think it’s funny that he has the Close family conman/making a quick buck thing going on (despite apparently hating Nicky and Glenn LMAOO????)

Sad that Normal emotional torture is everlasting LOL. I choose to believe he has found happiness and was just sad to be back at the school. He is living his best life… I believe ☝️ He for sure rolled up to that reunion in his best historical menswear.

I THINK LINK AND SCARY ARE CUTE! Good for them. :3 And Matt and Beth just canonizing it on the fly was SO funny 😭 but perhaps I’m biased as a Gothcleats enjoyer… Also I WILL be writing Jerry fic. I LOVE JERRY. OH MY GOD. PERHAPS MY NEW FAVORITE NPC. SORRY.

Wilson family closure… hm. I will probably make a separate (insanely rambly) post later tonight. But I was pleasantly surprised! Link and Grant’s hug made me tear up, but even more than that.. Grant calling Link ‘Boss Kicks’ with such enthusiasm. Urghh. It made me smile :’D Also Sparrow turning into a lovewolf?? :’DDD

Uhh I was going to write more but I forgot :P Going to stew in my thoughts for a while… and do grammar homework. Byeeeeee

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #dungeons and daddies spoilers #this ended up being mostly about the epilogue oops #I have complaints but I think everyone is complaining rn (which is fair/fine)#so I just wanted to ramble out some stuff I liked bc I am still sorta giddy about it being over!!! wowowow #excited for a new season…. whew. these families need a break. permanently <3 HAHA

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bogkeep · 9 months ago

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look i just need to write a big venty post about petty problems it's fine

i COULD write this in a private journal but in the interest of saving my wrists im just gonna yell at my public blog aggretsuko style!!!!! like i'm. a little worried that i'm extra angry and irritated at everything since i started on T, but i also feel like i'm just currently wading through a curse of a thousand cuts and i'm just reaching maximum capacity okay. like these are all small petty things, nothing is going to ruin my life, people experience far worse things all the time everywhere i'm just so SICK of trying to do so much and ending up wasting my time and money and energy all the time constantly!!!!!!!!!!!

i already complained about how much stress having legally moved to sweden has caused me and how i can't get my travels to the evil gender clinic reimbursed and a bunch of other annoying problems, and how i had to do so many stupid annoying phone calls - phone calls are FINE but they're only available within very specific working hours and it's so fucking annoying if you're at school or work and like!!!!!!!! i need to take time off to make a private phone call!!!!!!!!! and then all the times i had to follow up on goddamn fucking gender clinic just to get ANY help with the thing they PROMISED ME, and just today i sent them ANOTHER message just to make sure that thing is GOING ANYWHERE AT ALL............. and then calling my phone provider AGAIN and being told to send them ANOTHER EMAIL!!!!!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST I SENT THEM AN EMAIL (because that's what they told me to do when i called them the first time). I GOT TOLD TO CALL THEM!!!! FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WON'T YOU LET ME OUT OF THE TORMENT NEXUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm almost out of mobile data and i can't top up on it because ONLY THE OWNER OF THE SUBSCRIPTION CAN DO THAT. DO YOU KNOW WHO THE OWNER IS???? MY DEADNAME!!!!!!!! IT'S ME EXCEPT I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!! FUCK OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

and do you know why i'm almost out of data!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because the room i'm staying in has such garbage wifi connectivity i need to turn off the wifi to do anything on my phone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's like the shitty tall bed is a no-wifi zone!!!!!!!!! i can't believe this is happening. i haven't run out of mobile data in YEARS like what the FUCK is going on. what kind of data drain goblin is drinking all the internets in my phone!!!! and YES i checked the data spending stats and it makes no sense WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. im hoping that if my email to the phone provider is sad wet and pathetic enough they'll gift me some free data for being sent back and forth like a goddamn ping pong ball.

do you know who i want to give a call though. the norwegian post. if their phone queue wasn't like 23583249843298 people i would like to ask them very kindly WHY THE FUCK DID THEY BILL ME 80 FUCKING KRONER FOR SENDING A POST CARD. IT WAS 3 PITIFUL GRAMS OVER THE STAMP LIMIT. LIKE I KNOW I'M TECHNICALLY IN THE WRONG BUT IT WAS AN HONEST MISTAKE I FORGOT THAT NORWAY HAS A LOWER LIMIT THAN SWEDEN AND I JUST. AUGUHGHHG I WANTED TO SEND MY FRIENDS A **POST CARD** AND A CUTE STICKER!!!!!!!! but i decided on not calling them because i don't want to spend 1.5 hours waiting to speak to someone just to complain about a fine that was earned even if unfair. but then. AND THEN. the holy grail of spiteful petty frustrations.

i decided to purchase an Item. but in the attempt of not getting a thing tied to Bad Monopoly Corporation i purchased a different thing from Another Bad Monopoly Corporation. WHICH WAS MY FIRST MISTAKE. NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN!!! then the Item is sent to the post office super far away and it's such a hassle getting there and it kinda sucked but okay. normal day for me i guess! but then it turns out the Item doesn't even WORK because it's FUCKING REGION LOCKED. AND IT WASN'T GONNA DO THE THING I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DO ANYWAY. BECAUSE BAD MONOPOLY CORPORATION HAS A MONOPOLY ON THE FUNCTION I DESIRED!! HAHA!! OKAY COOL fine i get to return the item and get my money back right??? right. right!!!! so when i finally have access to a printer i print out all the custom slips and return slips and just all the things!!!! okay!!!!!! and i send it off!!!!!! okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THEN IT GETS RETURNED TO ME!!!! BUT TO SWEDEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE I WAS STUPID AND WROTE MY SWEDISH ADDRESS AS THE RETURN ADDRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THEY RETURNED IT BECAUSE THE CUSTOMS SLIP WAS WRONG?????? was it because i put it on the back of the envelope??? the post office people said it was fine :(((((( post office people stop getting me in trouble 2k24!!!!!!!!!!! i intended to call the post customer service about it because im so tired of everything being a money drain and i want to know why they did this and im just so frustrated with everything going fucking wrong but. what do i even say. i don't think i have it in me to wait in an hour long queue when i can only call during the hours i'm at my watchmaker placement :(((((( the strength has left my body and i'd like to cry instead thanks

anyway i contact customer service for Bad Monopoly Corporation like hey i sent it off but it got returned and im out of town can you pretty pretty please extend the return deadline. but because Bad Monopoly Corporation probably only gives their customer service workers negative two seconds to read emails they didn't even respond to my email they were like "follow these steps to return your item :)" three times before they actually replied to me and told me they can't extend the deadline. fucking fine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i get my landlord to do it!!!!!!!!!!! VERY COOL NOT HUMILIATING AT ALL. HOPEFULLY IT GOES THROUGH THIS TIME OR IM GOING TO EXPLODE INTO A MILLION BILLION PIECES FOREVER

also i purchased a can of sparkling water at a bar the other day and it cost 60 kroner :((((((((((((( that's like 6 americadollars. i think that's evil actually

#these are not even all the Things theyre just the most. i wanna yell. i wanna cry !!#i feel like ive been hogging a lot of space in my friend servers vent channels lately just to complain about small things and i #feel bad about itttttttttt #everything happens so much!!!!!!!!!!!!#ok i have written it out and i had a smoothie and ive listened to some tunes im doing okayer now #i think i can handle tiny stuff like 'patreon app changed a tiny part of their layout and i hate it' much better when it's not another drop #in the full glass ya feel.

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