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shark vs the universe
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@daydreambxliever
@joytotheworld: happy mother's day to my amazing ma!! even though she's out in sunny florida, i know she's always with me!!
@joytotheworld: and happy mother's day to my bestest big brother, who is my mum, dad, brother and best friend all rolled into one nowadays! so it might sound kinda weird but he deserves a share of the praise today :)
@holtmeclosertinydoggo: serious question my tiny chums:
@holtmeclosertinydoggo: why do normal fries exist
@holtmeclosertinydoggo: when sweet potato fries and halloumi fries and curly fries and CHILI CHEESE FRIES exist then what oh what do we need ordinary boring fries for
@holtmeclosertinydoggo: science side of twitter explain this
@joytotheworld: @holtmeclosertinydoggo we have normal fries because if we didn't the potatoes might think we don't love them anymore
@joytotheworld: @holtmeclosertinydoggo petition to make 'tiny chums' the name for your fans lol (i'm a big one btw!!) :D
It’s two days till the Oscars! Two days! This is not a drill!
kingofnewyxrk:
It was impossible. When faced with the cold, hard facts, Jack didn’t know why on earth Katherine had ever thought that this was a good idea. The strike just wasn’t going to work. They didn’t have the finances for it, for one, and they were rapidly losing numbers as doubt set in every day with more workers deciding the risk was too big to go forward with. That day especially had been a solid blow to their ranks when Gilbert and Jack had had a loud and dramatic argument in the middle of the site. Jack hadn’t initially thought that ‘loud’ or dramatic were fitting words for Gilbert Waters, but the other guy had been stubborn in his resolve to drop out of the strike. He’d accused Jack of jeopardizing their careers with a stunt like this after a rousing speech had ended up causing a ripple of worried murmurs instead of boosting morale like he’d hoped.
Eventually, Jack had stormed away as soon as the shift bell had clanged noisily at the end of the day and stormed towards the diner. Because, in his head, the only thing that could help matters now were some pie.
He pushed open the door and was about to trod sulkily over to the counter but stopped himself and had the good decency to wipe his feet at the mat instead of trekking dirt from his work boots over the newly cleaned floor. Patricia was too nice to say anything if he made a mess, but he knew that sometimes he and Crutchie made life hard for her when they rolled in with mud clinging to them after a baseball game in the park.
Pulling himself up onto one of the stools, Jack peered around in search of a familiar brunette. Usually, he’d be eager to see Katherine (or, in Anya’s words, ‘reeking of desperation’) but today he almost hoped that she wasn’t working. Mainly because he was in a foul mood after what had happened at the construction site today and he was sure half the guys he worked with had turned against him and his bright ideas, a position he wouldn’t even be in if Plumber’s reckless optimism hadn’t drove him there in the first place.
When he didn’t catch sight of her, he figured that she was probably off studying at her dorm or something. He wasn’t used to the mixed feeling of relief and disappointment that flooded through him when a perky blonde popped up in front of him instead of the brunette he’d grown so fond of annoying.
At the waitress’ quip about a smile, he lifted his eyes and gave her a look that said really!?
“Uh… how ‘bout just a coffee and some apple pie?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “You’s seem to have the smilin’ thing down enough for both’a us.”
Okay, so that hadn’t exactly gone to plan. Clearly without the kid who could eat his body weight in blueberry pie - she thought she’d heard Katherine call him ‘Crutchie’ once, but surely she must have misheard because that didn’t seem very nice - or Katherine to reign in his case of the grumps, this guy wasn’t much for a sense of humour. Still Joy was used to this kind of attitude working in the diner, and where she might have once taken it personally, worrying that she’d done something to upset a customer, she now knew and was confident enough to recognise that it had nothing to do with her, she was just unfortunately there to aim harsh words at.
She swallowed her smile, pressing her lips together instead as her eyebrows raised slightly at his tone,
“Alrighty then.” She nodded, not knowing how to respond to the sarcasm. No doubt, she’d think of a great comeback hours later, but by then it would be far too late to deliver it. Realising she was still holding out the menu to him expectantly, she swiftly tucked it back under her arm. She turned on her heel and made her way over to the counter, relaying the order so Patricia could set it up.
At her mentor’s questioning look in the direction of the grumpy young man, Joy merely shrugged. She didn’t know what was going on, although she was pretty sure if Katherine was here she’d be able to raise a smile. That being said, remembering how the reporter almost burned her wrist on the coffee machine before Mister Vlad yanked her out the way of the jet of steam, she’d probably just end up napping on him. Joy, lover of all romcoms, figured he probably wouldn’t have minded all that much.
When Patricia gently told her they were out of apple pie, she winced. Katherine’s pal was obviously a nice guy just having a bad day because he never acted anything short of jovial all the other times Joy had seen him in the diner, but given how short he had been when ordering, she didn’t fancy having to tell him what he wanted wasn’t available.
Slinking back over with a piping hot mug of coffee in one hand and several packets of sugar in the other (she paid attention to how regulars took their drinks), Joy set them carefully down in front of him.
“We’re, uh, out of apple pie.” She said quickly, trying to get the news out of the way quickly. “Sorry.”
She shifted uncomfortably for a moment before hunching her shoulders up to her ears. “Y’know, if you want to see Katherine she’s at home. She’s probably asleep but... yeah. And she’ll have coffee! She always has coffee, do you see how much she drinks? My brother won’t let me have more than two a day because caffeine makes me a bit loopy and if I have too much I get stomach ache which is no fun. Have you got stomach ache? Is that why you’re feeling kinda blue? Not that it’s any of my business, it’s yours, but you’re Katherine’s friend so you’re like the diner’s friend-”
Joy hastily shut her mouth, realising her thoughts were getting carried away and spilling unwanted from her lips. “Sorry.” She mumbled. “Do you want a different kind of pie?”
fallingslxwly:
Lover of love that she was, one might assume that Valentine’s Day was the day on which Minnie Moore thrived. And, had Minnie herself not laid victim to a string of God-awful dates, rumour-upon-rumour of her being tied to some of the most crass and slimey gits known to man – tabloids would print headlines about her supposedly shacking up with the likes of that Bennett Pemberley fella in a shot, or even that bleedin’ tosser Robbie Williams, but they’d never connect her with someone a little more… appealing. She never opened up twitter to her fans inquiring about her relationship with Kit Kingsley, or Domhnall Gleeson, Hugh Jackman, or Chadwick bloody Boseman, did she?! Just once she wanted to indulge in the joys of trolling the currently non-existent #mackman tag.
So, sure. Lover of love, and all around cheerleader for even the vaguest snippet of romance, Minnie did thrive upon anything that might show a slight hint of love blossoming on any old day of the year, but when Valentine’s Day finally rolled around, and Minnie found herself painfully single, it sort of drove her up the wall. Today, in particular, was running alarmingly slow as she’d somehow managed to be lumped in with the world’s longest shift that consisted solely of people filling out the emergency room with a heap of sex-related injuries. It had been funny at first, of course, but with Serena, Nicole, Barry, and Victor at her side, the five of them found themselves holed up in the staff room, groaning – well, less groaning from Barry, the cheery bastard that he was – at the prospect of having to head back out for more. Barry had just blushed his way through a story about a girl who’d found herself sporting a pretty nasty gash on her inner thigh after she’d tried to impress her girlfriend by trying out their new stripper pole; she’d been entirely naked and swinging from the aforementioned pole, only for there to be a screw loose in the set up, and thus slicing her skin – narrowly avoiding a much more tender part of her body, as he’d put it. He’d been a little nervous to even divulge such a tale, but a little coaxing and begging from Nicole seemed to do the trick. Then, of course, there was Serena, who’d just treated a fella who’d drawn a little too much inspiration from that latest Armie Hammer film, and had tentatively pulled down his trousers to reveal a peach firmly attached to the end of his dick. From what he’d told her, his ex-boyfriend knew of his particular obsession with ejaculating in fruits and, having just caught him cheating, had decided that filling all of his fruits with a little super-glue was a good shout. Minnie couldn’t help but find it at least a little impressive; he’d pretty much dedicated himself to the fact that he’d either 1) poison him, should he decide to eat the fruit and not fuck it, or 2) sentence him to the circumcision that he’d never signed up for.
Still, amusing (and a little alarming) as some of the stories were, Minnie knew that she had to get off her arse and get back out there, certain that the next Anastasia Steele was no doubt waiting to have an inflatable dildo removed from her fanny. With a sigh, she hopped to her feet and gave her coworkers a woeful wave as she passed Victor the remains of her lunch – somehow she couldn’t quite commit herself to the rest of her fruit salad.
She’d barely made it out of the staffroom when she was immediately corralled together with a few of the other nurses, the chief of staff panicking, waffling on about how they were running behind and that the emergency room was starting to fill up, and that they were running out of beds. Groaning, Minnie nodded, grabbed a clipboard, made her way to the waiting room, and immediately called on the name at the top of the list; Joy Lear.
A tiny, cheery blonde bounded towards her in a flurry of movement, and Minnie found herself blinking in surprise. She looked perfectly healthy, a bright smile lighting up her face, but she knew that looks were deceiving. She couldn’t help but wonder what this girl had lodged up her vagina, and whether her gorgeous smile was a result of the fact that, despite it not belonging there, maybe the mysterious object was hitting exactly the right spot.
The second she heard the word titan, soon replaced with the word sofa, Minnie’s eyebrows shot up. No doubt titan was some sort of euphemism that the girl wasn’t quite ready to admit to, and falling off the sofa was her go-to excuse. She wondered if, once she lead her to one of the examination rooms, she’d get the truth or just some fabricated story about going too hard to the Love, Simon soundtrack (not that she could blame her, in fairness).
“Alright, lovely. Let’s get you seen to, yeah?” she smiled at her, aiming to reassure her. The girl, of course, didn’t seem to need much reassuring, but so often patients were a little nervous about getting checked out, and she liked to make sure they felt safe in her very capable hands.
Leading the way, she opened the door for Joy, and then followed her inside, gesturing for her to take a seat. Shutting the door behind her, Minnie sat down opposite her, that same, warm smile present on her face.
“Okay. So, just us and these four walls, alright. What’s ailin’ ya? An’ don’t go leaving out any details, alright? I know it might be scary, or a little embarrassin’, but whatever happened stays between us, okay? All confidential, an’ I can’t help ya if I don’t know what’s ‘appened.”
Hospitals truly didn’t bother Joy all that much when she was the one being seen to. She’d been incredibly lucky to only have one broken bone and the odd bump or scrape out of clumsiness - not unlike this time - so she’d never developed the nervousness that plagued Fionn after rounds and rounds of physio to try help his knee. She didn’t like when they had to visit Nana in the hospital one summer, the near silence on the ward of frail elderly people feeling oppressive, the only noise the rain beating at the window and showering he grass until it shone that lovely Irish green in the pale sunshine that followed. But that was a rare event, so for the most part she just slapped on her smile and tried to be as helpful to the nurses treating her as possible.
That was even easier than usual with this nurse. She had a warm, friendly face that just made you want to open up and share everything with. Plus, even though they’d lived in America for seven years now, it was always nice to hear an accent from Britain. Sure, England wasn’t as good as Ireland, but Joy wasn’t going to hold that against the nurse. She actually looked a little familiar, although she couldn’t put her finger on what it was exactly that made her recognisable. Figuring she just had one of those faces, Joy obediently trotted into the treatment room behind her.
Settling into the plastic patient’s chair, Joy cradled her sore and swollen wrist with her good arm. It hurt quite a bit more than she had expected it to. She shifted, unsure what to tell the nurse when she gently asked for a report of the problem. She was fairly certain it wasn’t broken, remembering when she broke her arm as a youngster she’d balled her eyes out for hours over the pain, but it definitely felt tender and the bruising was coming out darkly. It was the arm she’d tried to stop her fall with, not realising until she was practically on the floor that the angle was all wrong and instead awkwardly landing on it.
“Well-” She began, about to launch into a ramble about where it hurt when the nurse kept talking and she snapped her mouth shut.
Biting her lip doubtfully, Joy squirmed a little bit in the seat. She figured just telling her that she’d tipped herself off the sofa would be enough explanation, but clearly the nurse needed more details in order to work with the injury. Other than her dumb tweet - Fionn hadn’t found it funny even though Joy was only showing him that she could still work her phone with her other hand so could call a cab to the hospital - she hadn’t actually voiced what had happened. It was all a bit silly and she went pink.
When she was in the middle of one of her movie crazes, her actions seemed perfectly normal to her - rearranging the furniture for dance routine space, getting Lassie to reenact scenes from, well, Lassie with her - but in hindsight, they were childish and embarrassing to say out loud.
“Uhh.” Joy drew her shoulders up to her ears protectively. “Okay. So. I was watching, uh, a film because it’s Valentines, right? And I tried to copy a thing from the film except I didn’t have a partner to help me balance so I fell off the sofa and landed on my arm kinda funny.” She lifted the bruised wrist again. “See, I was standing up and I know I’m super short so I’m not that far from the ground, but still far enough away for it to like... hurt.” She laughed awkwardly at the end.
@justasprout: 😕
@joytotheworld: @justasprout 😕?
TEXT: JP
JP: yo maybe i lyk hockey pucks
JP: wait do u mean in shape or in texture
JP: nvm
JP: thx tho its the thought that counts ryt? ;)
JP: thx joy ur way 2 sweet :)
Joy: uhhhh hang on
Joy: fionn says they're like hockey pucks in both shape and texture but he's never seen a puck with glittery pink icing
Joy: i think we might use them to play fetch with lassie in the park instead
Joy: oops rambling again! anyway happy birthday
TEXT: JP
Joy: happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to JP, happy birthday to
Joy: oops
Joy: *you
Joy: LOL
Joy: i baked you some donuts but they're kinda like hockey pucks so my gift is not giving them to you haha i'll figure something else out tho!!
Joy: i hope you have a super fun day!! :)
gleamglxw:
The way the girl was complimenting her reminded Rae of herself a little bit. Maybe that was narcissistic to say, because Joy’s ramblings were very endearing. Did Rae think that made herself endearing to people then? She wouldn’t outright say so because she knew she must get on people’s nerves sometimes - she’d learned that the strained smile Gaston often gave her wasn’t out of fondness but a concentrated effort not to snap and hurt her feelings, which she supposed she appreciated! - but she did try her best to make herself likable to most people. Joy seemed to have that down with no effort at all and Rae found herself brightening up considerably in the other girl’s presence, her headache caused by college-induced stress slowly melting away.
“Don’t stop talking!” Rae encouraged the girl when a pretty blush coloured her face. “Your brother sounds really nice if he spent a lot of time learning how to do your hair. My mother sometimes did it for me back home but, well, sometimes she’d get impatient and tug my hair and that wasn’t the greatest. So I just taught myself and I guess it worked out!”
She gasped in delight when Joy suggested in a rush of words that Rae could braid her hair - at least that’s what Rae thought she said. She jumped up from her seat and then perched on the edge of the table so she could twirl Joy’s hair around her finger. It was so lovely and the right balance between thick and fine that there was no chance of it snapping with hair ties or not being able to twist itself properly.
“I’d love to braid your hair! We can do so many things with it! I can French braid and Dutch braid and do braid crowns and - ooh! - I’m learning how to do waterfall braids now! I saw a thingy on YouTube for it and it looked kinda hard at first but we can totally try it with your hair, I think I’ve got the hang of it now!” she babbled excitedly.
When Joy apologised for talking again, Rae shook her head vigorously. Normally, she was the one with sorry’s spilling from her lips, whether that was down to rambling too much or bumping into someone or excitedly pouncing on someone for a hug and getting paint splotches all over their clothes. It was refreshing to meet someone like Joy, weirdly like Rae and also willing to talk to her.
“I like hearing you talk! It’s always better when people have too much to say than not enough, because then there’s no awkward silences. Silence can be noisier than talking sometimes,” Rae shrugged. She was well informed on the matter as her whole life before Cherry Grove had been shrouded in an awful, deafening silence when she was shut off from the outside world. The white noise that had followed her day by day was, interrupted by her mother’s demands or the occasional television break, had nearly driven her crazy.
“Ooh, if I order some hazelnut soup then you have to promise to come back so I can braid your hair, okay?” she grinned.
Joy smiled shyly when Rae encouraged her to keep talking. She was pretty lucky knowing so many people who didn’t try cut her off when she got rambling or sigh impatiently, but she could sometimes see on strangers’ faces that they weren’t sure what to make of it all and were just trying to be polite as she got to a stumbling halt as her thought process gave out. She probably got on her friends’ nerves too, but they were too kind to mention it really though she often wished she’d shut up about ten minutes earlier when the end of her sentence brought on their relieved smiles. Rae didn’t seem to mind at all though - in fact she answered each of Joy’s word vomits with one of her own! She couldn’t help but think if they became friends they’d have lots to talk about and the excitement of that thought made her feel a little giddy.
“My brother is really nice!” She said enthusiastically. “He’s the bestest most best brother ever! I’m sorry your ma pulled your hair though, although whenever I try to do it I end up pulling my own hair too so maybe some people just don’t have the hands for it or something?” She held her arms out and looked at her own small hands, wiggling the fingers for a moment before shrugging.
She was alarmed for a second when Rae suddenly jumped up, but it quickly melted away into eagerness when she began playing with her hair again, perched on the table to make the height difference more manageable. Her jaw dropped as Rae listed off all the types of braid she could do, remembering how she’d seen her around campus with a few of the options in her own hair back when it had been long and flowing. Her short hair was gorgeous, but if she ever missed the feel of twisting the long blonde locks into one of those amazing designs, Joy was more than happy to step in.
“That’s amazing.” She breathed reverently. “You must be... so clever.”
Joy’s smile dropped when Rae spoke about silences. She knew for a fact that the girl’s words were right; when she’d locked her whole family more or less out of her life, the silence she’d forced herself to live in had felt deafening. But it seemed like maybe Rae knew what that felt like too. Joy hadn’t ever met anyone who had hinted to her that the horrible feelings she kept locked inside might be in them as well and although she didn’t think it would happen any time soon, if ever, she suddenly felt like maybe Rae was the kind of person she could tell things to and they would be understood or at least not judged like she was scared most people would.
“Yeah.” She agreed softly. “I know what you mean.”
Shaking off her weird mood, she laughed a little and nodded. “Okay, hazelnut soup, you got it!” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Don’t go anywhere! I mean, you can’t anyway because of the soup but- you know what I mean!” She grinned breathlessly, grabbing the menu and letting out a little squeak of excitement that she’d actually gone and made a real friend all of her own. “Thanks, Rae.”
So. In hindsight, trying to do the ‘king of the world’ pose from Titanic on the couch hadn’t been Joy’s brightest idea. More specifically, doing it without a Jack behind her to keep her upright was the issue, but she didn’t really have many people on call to help her there. JP probably would have been up for it, but she figured he would have actual Valentine’s Day plans rather than her silly little movie rewatch and she could hardly ask Fionn when his knee was still bad. Maybe one of her gal pals could have come over, but considering that now was a bit too late.
She’d closed her eyes to better imagine the crashing of the waves beneath her, got way too into it and pitched straight off the couch. She’d landed with a thud and a yelp which had brought Fionn hobbling out of his room in a panic and despite her best efforts to reassure him she was fine, she now found herself sat in the ER with a rapidly swelling wrist that now that she thought about it did seem to be going a little... purple.
She felt bad for making Fionn go to all this trouble, especially when she was pretty sure he was sick of the sight of the hospital from all his own appointments. On the other hand, it was the cleanest building she’d ever seen, but on the other other hand it was full of sick people so she was sure his brain was tearing itself apart right now at the contradiction. He’d refused to leave when she told him she’d be fine though, so she flicked through an old magazine and kept an eye on him in case it looked like he might need the break, pretending not to notice the way he went bright pink when the pretty receptionist passed through to talk to a nurse.
Luckily, Valentine’s Day was a quiet one in the ER, with only a few banged heads and one sheepish looking couple who lowered their voices when trying to explain how exactly they’d got that stuck there, so it had been less than hour when her name was called. Joy’s head shot up at the sound of a fellow Brit’s accent, her eyes landing on a pretty, dark-skinned nurse with the most amazing curly hair with a gleam of excitement. She quickly arranged to meet Fionn as soon as she was done, plonking a kiss on his head as she squeezed past him and grinned at the nurse.
“Hi!” She said, then used her good hand to prop up her injured wrist and offer it out to the nurse. “I’m Joy and I fell off the Titan- I mean my sofa! I fell off my sofa.”
@joytotheworld: uhhhh i've hit an iceberg lol
@joytotheworld: happy valentines day to leo dicaprio who i will be seeing later as part of my annual titanic rewatch
@joytotheworld: obviously the film ends when they kiss on the front of the boat and they all live happily ever after 💖
@lovelylady: galaxy voyagers is my favorite movie #imwithstan
@andykinskywalker: @lovelylady cOSETTE
@nicolettexo: @lovelylady @andykinskywalker andy help me
@joytotheworld: @nicolettexo @lovelylady @andykinskywalker you're her only hope :)
@lovelylady: galaxy voyagers is my favorite movie #imwithstan
@joytotheworld: @lovelylady oooooh what's that about
@misssuzette: The most annoying thing about this silly nasal cannula is that I’ll never be able to properly attempt the Dirty Dancing lift with someone.
@joytotheworld: listen. i will figure this out for you. everyone deserves a chance to do the dirty dancing lift.
@afunnygirl: Frou Frou just learned how to roll over on command!
@afunnygil: What a lovely, wholesome night with absolutely nothing else of worth to note.
@dodgewrites: @afunnygirl tears shed.
@joytotheworld: @dodgewrites @afunnygirl awww!!! what a good boy!! he can have a gold star sticker :)
@joytotheworld: @thatgasston @patriciapiemaker i have gold star stickers if you want one :)
@thatgaston: @joytotheworld @patriciapiemaker Patricia says no, darling. She's a tough cookie.
@joytotheworld: @thatgasston @patriciapiemaker okaaay... i definitely won't bring them to work tomorrow then! @)
@joytotheworld: @thatgasston @patriciapiemaker wait i meant ;)