#this is not just applicable to bill

[daftpatience]

one thing I have learned about being poor is that you cannot for a moment stop thinking about it

[ellypop99]

y’all I NEED the fucking book of bill I need to to learn more about this horrifying, homicidal, egotistical triangle. I’ve seen the occasional silly spoiler and I am SAD. I want to EXPERIENCE THIS MYSELF. But I have $0 and am unable to get a job due to. Age. So idk what to do.

[tittyinfinity]

everyone wants disabled people to get a job but no one wants to give disabled people the ability to work a job

[tswwwit]

Can we have a little bit of a snippet pretty please 🤲 (I asked nicely)

Okay! Have some Dipper Jealousy.

Dipper plays with the collar of Bill’s shirt. Thumb rubbing up against the obnoxious green stain, with his own lips drawn tight. 

He glances up at Bill. Who looks annoyed, letting Dipper fiddle with the cloth -

He also looks. Tired. Almost like he's resigned to something.

“You know this is grounds for divorce in some places, right?” Dipper says, after the long silence.

“Pfft,” Bill rolls his eye, taking Dipper’s hand off his waist before it rises to punch him. He doesn’t stop Dipper from scrubbing at his shirt. “Easy, sapling, it’s just kinda…” His lip turns up in a disgusted sneer. “Her 'thing'.”

Dipper still frowns. He plays a little more with the fabric. God, this mark is like ink. For all he knows, it might be, and it's deeply irritating. At least lipstick would smear a bit -

“She’s not even an ex!” Bill continues, with the same annoyance - but only at the demon he's talking about. He hasn’t stopped Dipper’s fiddling. “Not that she hasn’t tried to get on these angles, mind. They’re perfectly equal!” A pause - then a true grimace. “Apparently this fleshy form is even more appealing.”

Dipper snorts. That part he gets. But - “You don’t have an ass.”

Bill has an excellent body - but half the reason Dipper sits in his lap instead of the reverse is the bony angles of his hipbones.

“Rude,” Bill says, with more amusement than irritation. He waves Dipper off with a slight pout. “At least someone appreciates it.”

Dipper smacks him. Not hard, but enough that Bill lifts a conciliatory hand.

“Oh, please. I put way too much effort into capturing you to ruin it for nothing!” Bill reaches out, and it only takes a little struggle before he manages to capture Dipper's cheek. He strokes it with a thumb, planting a kiss on Dipper’s creased forehead. “Turns out I got terrible taste, and it’s very specific.” He snags Dipper’s other hand, drawing him closer with a grin. “You really ruined me for everything.”

Flattering words. Dumb smug jerk. It's the absolute pinnacle of arrogance to think that kind of show is going to work.

But because he's an idiot, Dipper relaxes anyway.

When Bill kisses his cheek, he leans into it. The soft lips trail on his chin, then to his ear - Dipper makes a face, while Bill can't see it. 

It's abnormally flirty, even for Bill. He presses his suit at times - not that he needs to, they're married. Dropping all this attention on Dipper is nothing but a distraction. Trying to put him in a different mood.

But then. Dipper has to admit. He is kind of - not that he is, really - It's not a huge deal.

Just.

Who the hell thinks they can try to kiss his husband.

Dipper's heard rumors. He's eavesdropped on some gossip. One time he had to clean up some scorch marks outside their bedroom. Hell, Bill said he should be jealous when they got hitched, though Dipper shrugged it off at the time.

With all of it combined - now Dipper knows Bill was right, in his own arrogant way. That it was a warning, of sorts. A heads-up about what he'd be facing.

Not that he's going to admit it.

Bill’s human form is handsome. Presumably his true form is too - but no matter what shape he's in, Bill's not easy to ignore.

For Dipper, it has been easy to ignore that other people have. Interests. This stupid incident only bothers him because it's. Because.

Dipper shuffles in place, still irritated.

There’s a mark on Bill, and it sucks.

Knowing that Bill’s really not interested in anyone else is honestly pretty great. There's never been reason to doubt it; a warm, and comforting fact.

It doesn’t stop Dipper from wanting people to stay the hell away.

How the hell did this happen? Bill hasn’t let someone get this close to him before. 

Dipper glares up at his husband’s face. The look on it is deeply exasperated, and oddly fond. It's still annoying, Dipper turns away slightly. If he huffs out a breath, it's just because he needed to.

And when Bill smiles, Dipper sees a tiny hint of green, on the very corner of his jaw. A tiny streak, almost hitting Bill's ear.

Another kiss. Clearly dodged.

Dipper frowns. Tapping his foot on the floor. 

Okay.

Maybe Bill didn’t expect someone to get close. 

Most people don’t dare, after all. Even when Bill walked in, Dipper could see that his look of irritation was genuine, and that was before he noticed Dipper.

Negotiations with that batch of demons were supposed to last five days, and this only lasted six hours.

Clearly, something went wrong.

“When do you have to talk with her again?” It’s a guess. Dipper’s pretty sure Bill stormed out because she was so forward. Something understandable for any demon - but it’s not a good look if he backs off entirely.

“I’m thinking…” Bill makes a face. He waggles a hand a bit, lips pursed. “Eh, I can let her stew for a decade or two.” He sneers. “Not real sure it’s worth the annoyance.”

There’s a warm feeling, bright inside Dipper’s chest. "Oh," He says. No followup comes to mind, so he fiddles with the collar of Bill's shirt instead.

This meeting was set up months ago. With a demon who's rather powerful, if not quite at Bill's level. From the way he talked about it, it's one of the more ‘important’ ‘business’ deals Bill's had in ages. Now he’s willing to -

“Hold on.” Dipper tugs Bill a little closer, watching him blink in surprise. “I have a plan.”

Bill raises an eyebrow - then makes a 'glrk' sound, as he's yanked forward by his tie.

Normally, Dipper wouldn’t do this.

But he’s married to a demon, and that means dealing with demons. With every complication and culture difference and insane aspect included. Dipper's getting a hang of their hangups. He's almost hip-deep in the politics, courtesy of Bill. He's been drawn into it by his too-powerful spouse, who's mired in all of it - and who's already taught Dipper too much.

If there's anything he knows about these beings, it's that he has to make a point.

And if he does it the right way, the message will come across loud and clear. So what if it's weird? He's already left normal so far behind he couldn’t see it in the rearview mirror.

Dipper keeps a hold on Bill's tie as he rifles through the desk drawers. When he feels a tug away, he jerks Bill back.

There's got to be something left hanging around, after so many years of being a test subject - and he finds one within moments. God, Dipper's got to clean his desk out more often.

It's a little weird. It's a little forward. But possessiveness is practically vanilla for demons, and letting Mabel practice makeup on him had to come in handy at some point. Right?

Dipper turns towards his husband. Somewhat embarrassed. Mostly determined.

Brandishing the lipstick.

Bill had already brightened up at the being hauled around. Forwardness intrigues him.

Now, he's outright beaming.

“Interesting, sapling!” Bill says, as his eye glows a bright gold. He scoots in closer with a sharp grin, and presents his cheek. “I’m all ears!”

[rosesradio]

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[stinkybrowndogs]

Oh man the hits just keep comin

[piplupod]

girl at centre complaining about having to "stretch" her money until she gets her next disability payment (her grandparents also give her money regularly) and she goes "i'm going to have to order the cheapest option on the menu at [sushi place]!" and i just sit there with my eye twitching bc i have recently had to stop buying cereal bc its too expensive. cereal is literally my second favourite food of all time. i want to cry, i want to bang my head against the wall. also another person who goes to the centre stayed at the psych ward ONCE and they filled out all the paperwork to get her onto disability without her even having to ask for that, and i've stayed there TWICE and they've never even mentioned that being a thing they could do for me,,,,,, i want ! to kms ! sorry !

[broadway-and-books-love]

*stops blaring music/reading/watching TV/doomscrolling for one second*

*the thoughts*

I think I’ll have a breakdown now.

[sasquatchandleatherjacket]

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[killerandhealerqueen]

I hate applying for jobs, man. I hate that my parents and I keep having arguments about me not applying for jobs like I HAVE APPLIED FOR JOBS, ITS JUST THAT ALL OF MY JOBS THAT IVE APPLIED FOR ARE WITH THE FUCKING GOVERNMENT AND THEY TAKE FOREVER! EXCUSE ME FOR WANTING TO HAVE THE MOST NICHE FUCKING JOB WHERE I DONT EVEN HAVE THE FUCKING EXPERIENCE FOR IT BECAUSE I WAS GETTING THE GOD DAMN DEGREES THAT I NEED FOR THE FUCKING JOB!

Like why the fuck you want me to have 3 years of experience for an entry level job that you’re gonna have to fucking train me for anyways, huh? Like I have god damn masters degree, you’d think that’d fucking count for something. And all of the jobs I’ve applied for, I’m fucking qualified for, I just don’t have the god damn experience. And it’s fucking frustrating as hell

My fate and career is in God’s hands at this point cuz motherfucker, I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know how much more fucking mud I have to throw at the fucking wall for them to give me a chance

Like fuck

[saturnsfather]

its nothing a couple ibuprofen and a joint and three energy drinks and a 50 mg edible and two hours straight of head and a drinking binge and more weed and a broken arm and getting the shit beat out of me and some opiates and getting my back blown out and another joint and a bullet to the back of the head wont fix .

[mycological-mariner]

My fingers are crossed that now I’ve applied for a local GP I can FINALLY a) sort out my hip and b) finish the referral for a social worker. It would make such a huge difference.

[littlefoxwithbighat]

Truly having A Week TM. Everybody please send good vibes and energy <33

[pinayelf]

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[the-kipsabian]

why do i have to do work first and only then i can have ice cream and write self indulgent trash? :(

[rossthren]

I forgot to submit my bank statements when submitting for income assistance oops, but that's fine they will just need me to send them after they review my application and everything else is there, there is no statement for December or for this month so I'll probably need to actually deal with that with rep person or someone.

Good thing they give you 30 days to submit anything else after submission.