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#loud neighbors
schimmelspore · 7 months
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My neighbor above me had been kinda loud for the past few hours. Sounded like hes building sonething and since he moved in a while ago i thought he just now had the time to build his furniture together. That happens.
But its been going for hours and i got a little annoyed. So i went up and was like "hey. Youre kinda loud with hitting stuff on the floor. Can you tone it down? Thank youuuu!"
And he was on the phone talking loudly and then was like "Oh sure sorry ive been building my wardrobe. Come in and look."
I shrugged and went to look.
And i walk in to a wardobe in pieces and 5 grown ass men standing there cluelessly.
And i thought what the fuck youve been at it for 4 hours how is this thing still in pieces
And i left them to it. Not my circus. But bruh that would have taken me 30 minutes to build. Its just a wardobe. And a simple one at that. Might have needed help couse im a tiny dude, but uh... 4h and nothing is done huh?
Im fascinated how some adults survive their adult life.
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rosielindy · 5 months
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I’m usually a gentle soul but sometimes I get triggered. It’s a beautiful day and I’m done with work so I just wanted to sit outside and have a little peace. Someone was playing some really awful country music at the highest volume. To drown it out I played some songs on my phone, which caused them to turn theirs up a little more. After my third song, I realized their music had stopped and I could hear voices, I think a posse is coming for me so I ducked back in the house and shut the door. I was never here. 😂
Here are my musical selections, I sang one part of the Alice in chains really loud about rubbing somebody’s in nose in 💩.
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smallbrooke1998 · 1 year
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To all the people who had to live below someone at one point in a Apartment or a duplex house.
Upstairs neighbors be like;
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autumnbell32 · 7 months
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Not me sitting here smiling while the maintenance men pound the shit outta my bathroom tile, likely keeping my loud as FUCK night owl upstairs neighbor awake all day.
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Going by the amount of stomping, I am convinced that I live above a family of Bigfeet.
STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP!
STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP!
Make it STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP!
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askingfourafriend · 1 year
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lilbabykoe · 1 year
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jus fwoun out m neihbors meanies >:(
Dey bwought da ka-boomiee firworks, twoo lwouds
Nuh lwike its...!
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dis da pwety firwork fwom da nwice neihbowr ✨️
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melvin-dukowski · 1 year
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Listening to this while my neighbors have a loud heated argument is an experience
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atlas-affogato · 2 years
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I so don't want to hate children, especially when they're having fun, but oh MY GOD my upstairs neighbors are so loud I'm having a fucking meltdown
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Klaus is not Mister Rogers
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rambleonaud · 9 months
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My across the street neighbors have a puppy they leave out for hours that cries at the door (they are home) and it is both the saddest and most annoying thing in the universe.
It's freezing and the lil guy doesn't even have a doghouse. Like outdoor dogs are one thing but it's not the season or the place to be trying to acclimate your dog to living outside. It's a duplex with a very small front yard. And they DO let it in, but it's after hours of this puppy crying like it's dying. I don't know their reasoning but I assume they either don't care or are maybe trying to teach their dog not to cry at the door/ bark out of anxiety but that is CLEARLY not working.
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sunflowerdewdrop · 9 months
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good grief my neighbors are fucking but it’s weak as hell? like i wanna go in and give some advice cause it just ain’t sounding right?
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senoritafish · 10 months
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So, this is going on on the beach about a mile from my house. A few the of artists I wouldn't have minded seeing, but a bit pricey for my blood.
This thing is, we can hear it fairly clearly. I think it started last night and I just thought some of our neighbors were being loud. Weirdly enough I was listening to 91X (a San Diego station that comes in here when the weather is favorable) a few weeks ago, and they were giving away tickets for this. They're a 2 hour drive south of us, but I don't recall hearing about it on local stations.
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homkamiro · 6 months
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I think about tnmn. Again. Sigh
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danwithouttheplan · 2 years
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neighbors will check the clock in the middle of the night and say "oh, it must be hammer time"
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acid-ixx · 2 months
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i’m kinda curious on whether or not the reader would continue going to college after they go back to the wayne manor. furthermore, i also remember the resder mentioning a small group of friend they had, will they stay in contact with them? how do the family react to them being so close with others? dudhjew i love this series you write so well.
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— masterlist !
a/n: phew i finally get to answer asks !! yesterday was insane, me and my family swam on around 5 different beaches so i was outside for more than 12 hours with no wifi and the power keeps turning off in the house due to the weather so that's that. i love writing so this is a bit longer than i expected hehe. oh yeah i forgot to tell yall that in the timeline, the mc may be bruce's third child but they're actually younger than tim as he was adopted later on.
now, to answer. i don't think bruce, as your ever-so loving father, would agree to get you back to college once you're back (kidnapped) in the manor. he wouldn't directly say it, but with your current state of relationship towards your family, with just how much time they have lost not spending it with you, it's a given that bruce, your dad, and your siblings who are feral for any ounce of attention from you, would insist that you take... a very long vacation with just them.
after all, desire is one of the stronger emotions they feel towards you, and they grapple at anything you offer towards them. but they still want you to be happy, no?
so at first, they'll let you go to your classes (though you'd be heavily monitored everywhere. who knows what bad influences scurry the area, right? barbara and tim take turns watching through the live feed of your college) but that's only if, and only if the uni's timetable allows for a flexible schedule with your family after. that means, if you're stubborn enough (which bruce understands, because "bruce! you allow damian to go to school so why can't i?!" and he's willing to give his baby the world after he finally hears them say his name) and still wish to continue the course you're working so hard for, one you had attained a full scholarship for, then go ahead!
though they can't help it when the hours they're supposed to get to know you better are taken away from them. for now, you'll have a taste of freedom before it's ultimately taken away from you.
but until then, you'll have to learn how to balance school life with family life. because even if there would be no more crappy apartment to go home to, even if you actually get a full meal instead of cheap, microwavable oven meals and dollar priced ramen, even if you still get to pursue your dream course— it's undeniable that the moment you leave your uni's doors, you'd be picked up by dick, tim, and even your youngest brother damian fucking wayne driving the car, to be escorted back to the manor strictly after classes. during the night, should you ever overstay for projects, it would be jason who'll greet you and allow you to ride his motorcycle; though that's only permissible if you have updated them a day before that you wouldn't be home before the curfew bruce has set up for you.
sometimes, it's your father who makes an untimely appearance with his well-known persona, brucie wayne. he'll greet all the people who pass by with a teethy smile, his big hand holding your stiff shoulders after he kisses your cheeks as a greeting. if you're out the door with your friends - friends who knew of your history of neglect, who told you they would always take your side - then he'll shake their hand, introduce himself with a charm that makes them question if what you've told them is true.
he presents himself with such an aura that's harmless, as if him and your other siblings who are spying by a bush aren't incapable of taking all friends down with just a punch to their face shall one of them speak up or dare tease you in front of them.
unfortunately for you, even some of your friends would be truly convinced that your father wasn't the same man you've told your lifelong stories about neglect. not when he makes a show of running his hand through his baby's head to comfort them whilst he talks to them, not when he cloaks your shoulders in his own work suit to make sure his child wouldn't feel the chilly weather, not when he takes all the time in his busy day to pick you up from school as he should've done all those years ago.
but who would believe you when it's obviously known by the public eye that bruce loves his child, (name) wayne?
you know it's all fake, and it's scary for you, that he simply was able to make a cover up story to the journalists that his child's lack of presence to the public is him merely wishing to shield them from the disgusting media, no?
now that you're older, he says, he would want to make a show of his undying grip over you, that his gleeming eyes that hold multiple threats towards the people in your campus is simply his overprotectiveness as your father, that if they ever harm you or dare question your family's overprotective nature towards you; they'd be gone by the very hands that sworn to protect gotham.
it's all fake, you tell yourself.
but what isn't false are his intentions to make you feel like you're part of the family now, no matter how much you kick, or fight, or scream; they'll always remind you that you're loved and always will be. it's both an apology and display of affection towards you.
it doesn't matter if your uni is on the other side of gotham, you're always coming home to them and that's final. at least you know they still have an ounce of empathy for you to continue having friends (and a boyfriend that they've no knowledge of, yet), as long as they heavily monitor you...
... what you don't know, though, is that the moment you've fallen into the hands of danger— your father wouldn't hesitate pulling you out of college and instead settling for homeschooling. you have brilliant siblings, after all, and a father who had trained all over the world.
that's why hangouts with friends are unpermitted, you soon discover that only trying to beg bruce to at least be more flexible with your friends would only lead to even lesser chance of trying to find escape in your already stuffy life.
and don't even dare throw a tantrum about preferring your friends over them. if you even go as far as calling one of your friend's parents as an even better parent than bruce could be, that your friends are people you consider actual siblings, then you've guaranteed yourself a one way ticket to being locked up in the manor, permanently; with your father and your siblings, especially damian, trying to prove themselves that, no, you didn't just fucking say that, take it back.
you're going to witness a personal breakdown from damian. because no way do you prefer those scum over him! he's supposed to be your favorite, who are they to take his place?! you love him, you love them, you wanted attention from the family, didn't you?! you wouldn't be able to comfort him because he'd already wear his robin suit, ready to eliminate any of your friends who are younger than you because they don't deserve to be seen as your younger sibling, no matter if you had just blurted that out as retaliation for an argument.
what you had just said is serious, and bruce and dick wouldn't even try to stop that kid from slashing someone in broad daylight; dick choosing to cry and refusing to let you go from his arms as he babbles on about his delusional baby bird, trying his damn best to not let his temper get to him, trying so hard to not choke the ever living shit out of any of your older friends once you confess calling anyone of them your older brother— because him, jason, and tim are supposed to be the only ones you consider your older brothers, babybird!
hell, even tim and babs are already on the monitors ready to give damian each and every one of your friend's individual locations.
bruce especially, would be heartbroken that his child called someone else their father. that's his title. you calling him father, or dad, or papa, or any language that describes him to be your parental figure is the only thing keeping him sane. he hates it when his child only calls him bruce as if to describe a mere stranger, to which he knows he is to you— but it sounds wrong and it furthers the ache in his heart— and it's even worse if you chose to call someone else a father, chose anyone else than him as your dad.
batman is even more cruel in his patrol after your argument, punching the living hell out of any male criminals, picturing your voice playing over and over again calling them your father instead of him— it only makes him perceptive of jason's moral code. because what if you have fallen into the hands of anyone but him before he had come to take you back? he knows he isn't the best, was never there for you until now, but fuck, he needs to make it up to his child, and getting angry at you only worsens your already severed bond with him.
so you may expect a punishment, but it's already punishment towards you when you're now isolated inside the manor with only the presence of your siblings to comfort you throughout the nights where it gets too lonely during patrol time. bruce would have more than an hour long talk with you in his study, forcing you to confess every single thought you have about him and your siblings. he tells you it's all unrecorded, that there's no cameras to watch over your one-on-one confrontation— he just wants his baby's opinion on everything so they could adjust to your every whim, but really, it's all just a matter of them wanting to dive deep into your very thoughts like the invasive creatures they are.
the worst part of it all, is that nobody even dare mentions the names of your friends and their respective family. they listen to anything you say, because you already barely talk, but the moment you mutter about missing them, the topic would be shunned down by something, anything else. whether that'd be damian deciding that his older sibling should paint with him, or dick inviting you to watch him perform his acrobatic stunts.
it's a distraction you know you're susceptible to, because they all wish to take your thoughts away from those scum, as damian calls them, and instead have you focus on them, your actual family. those people are nothing to you, now that they're out of the picture.
... you should've chosen to be homeschooled instead of unintentionally getting your friends killed.
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