My manager gave me a ziplock bag of cookies yesterday specifically for my roommate (who is also my coworker)
Evidence to my innocence
- There were cookies in the break room and my roommate had called off the day before
- I mentioned another coworker making cookies and my manager said ‘I should bring something in soon’
- He specifically said COOKIES when he handed them to me and said he ‘didn’t want him to miss out’.
But:
- He mentioned trying to make edibles and asked if I knew anyone who would want some. I said my roommate might and he said ‘nah they’re weak he wouldn’t want them’.
- I did not ask specifically if they were edibles
I did warn my roommate there was like a 75/25 chance they were edibles and he did still eat two so maybe really this is his fault.
Forgot Reddit was a cesspool for a second and posted my new tattoo on a subreddit that explicitly has in the rules to not comment on the body of the person, just the tattoo, and every comment is about my body hair.
If someone could make my cringe fail gay life amusing please feel free. Brief info, I am poly and have a terrible habit of crushing on unattainable men.
Anyway I just got done with finals and upon re-entering my body for the first time since mid semester it occurred to me I have a massive fucking crush on one of my coworkers. I resign myself to playing it cool as I thought he was straight. I find out he is bi. The same week, he loses some kind of bet where he has to have a pornstache/cop stache for a month. This mustache is driving me fucking crazy. I cannot stop thinking about him. I ask one of my other coworkers if they’ve seen the mustache. My partner loudly tells a joke about my crush. I admit to the crush to my other coworker and he says “yeah I figured”. I say to my partner ‘I’m glad you told that joke in front of him bc I don’t care if he knows but I hadn’t told anyone’ and my partner said “oh I assumed with the way you were talking about him that he knew” and I said no??? I always talk about him like that and that’s just how we talk to each other?? My partner says: so you’re both flirting and everyone knows but you? And I did not have a good answer.
I saw a post the other day (I think on Twitter) talking about how it was very telling that when stranger things got more popular post-s2 the villain changed from the government and what they would do in search of power to the Russians and it turned into like… propaganda I guess?
When that’s… literally what it was about from the beginning. Hawkins Lab was making super humans to fight the Russians. The Cold War is a subtext of stranger things and the 80S as a whole. It didn’t suddenly become about evil Russians in season 3. Brenner was a guy who just wanted to run experiments on humans, sure, but this was about the race to superhumans as like. A parallel to the nuclear arms race. There was always going to be a Russian element.
It’s not about conforming to ‘propaganda’ or they’re changing their tune to say the US Government is good somehow, it’s saying EVERY government will exploit unknown and volatile power given the chance. Like Y’know… the actual 1980s…
Hello all! In efforts to do what I can, when I can, I have decided to participate in Harringrove for Turkey. If you don't know what that is, the Harringrove fandom has participated in several crowd style fundraisers over the years (notably Harringrove for Ukraine and Harrigrove for Australia) in which people can donate to humanitarian organizations in exchange for a fanwork made by a volunteer list of creators.
If you want a fanwork from me:
reblog the Harringrove for Turkery masterpost
send me a message (I am usually on mobile, so it takes me longer to see asks) detailing what you would like. My running rate is 1$ per 100 words (so for example, 3000 words would be a 30$ donation).
Once I have accepted your request, and a donation amount is agreed upon, make your donation to Disaster Tents Donations, Search and Rescue Association, Isbank of Turkey, or The White Helmets
When you have made this donation, screenshot the receipt and please sensor any personal information before sending it to me as proof of donation.
Additional information:
While this is a Harringrove based event, I am willing to discuss other prompts. I generally do not write the stranger things kids as is my personal preference. If you are unsure whether I would be comfortable with a prompt, just shoot me a message and ask. Even if I won't write it, there's no harm in asking.
With that said, my area of writing experience is harringrove. I will write nsfw. Turn around on fics depends on word count and on how much else I have to do. I will give an estimate, but I do have a real life to attend to and things come up on occasion. If go over our agreed upon word count, then you just get some additional fic for free. But you will get at least the word count we agreed upon.
Even if you cannot donate, any spreading of the word helps either through this post or the masterpost .
The world is my oyster and tumblr is my outlet so w/e, long ass post that I’d appreciate is people read but you don’t have to.
I grew up autistic and weird in a really isolated environment. But at the same time, I had no privacy and no separate sense of identity. When lockdown happened, everyone needed more space and I got a room to myself. I started reaching out to more people online and a lot of that was the stranger things community. I started T in 2019 and lived the ‘Stranger Things S3 Summer’ where it was the biggest thing for a few months.
I met my partner through a stranger things account I had. We’re both trans and both changed our names (take a wild guess) and for the first part of our relationship I ended up. Idk. So entrenched in this idea and this fandom? We were both our own people, but I ended up caught between this like. Masculine ideal I could filter my own experiences through because I was stuck, in the middle of nowhere with people I couldn’t cope with. I started writing for fun ofc, but to get out thoughts I had nowhere to express and a lot of the sad shit was me trying to go ‘what would’ve made someone like this?’ and having enough pieces that I’d actually felt, I could make a character that you understand and then kind of. Cathartically heal them.
Idk. My most recent fic started when I was trying to cope with the idea of ‘my life will suck evil for a while but the other side will be better’. I was finally gonna leave, and three days after I moved out all my pipes exploded and I had to go back. I ended up in that exact kind of. No money first year university hell, but I was driving there from nowhere every day. It wasn’t really fun or cathartic to write a character living something I couldn’t. I ended up doing a year of going to class, working, then going to my own place and doing construction until I couldn’t anymore.
But yeah. I don’t know if I’ll ever finish that fic. But I had planned out a plot for it. I knew how I was going to heal Billy and make it better, and that kind of lingered in the back of my head. And I kind of just decided to do it. I had the explosive fight where I was living and my partner looked at me and we just picked our stuff up and moved out. Our place wasn’t done but we got it there. We had a buddy who was getting kicked out at the same time so he stayed on our couch.
I wrote the setup for this tropey loving healing storing and spent a year in hell not able to write it, and now I don’t have to. My partner and I have always been poly and after like. Six months of this guy living with us he asked us both out after nervously restringing a guitar for an hour. I more mean like. This person came into my life and I had this ‘we’ll heal each other’ mindset on. And now I have him and my partner. Life is still tough and sucks but I really did snap out of it this past year of living on my own and making him get back up on his feet. It really feels like all three of us were made for each other. It was weird when I found out a lot of poly people (or at least some odd majority) don’t really do triads bc that was always my ideal. Like ofc I know not everyone who likes my partner likes me or vice versa, but *if* they did, that was a bonus to me.
He’s filled a role in my life I didn’t know was missing. My partner feels the same way. I kinda always wrote just to feel and see the way I could fix these pieces of myself or as a way to just get comfortable holding thoughts in my head, and I may spit out the odd erotica every so often, but I’ve kinda. Done that. I can just do things in real life now.
I’m still living the like. Working and school and Everything (and by god. It’s been everything). But I just kind of. Spotted this guy one day my eyes slid right over until he started talking and I went. Wow. Everyone finds you incredibly attractive and charming (me included. By god) but there is just this… blank spot. Everyone knows him but no one *knows* anything. It stuck out to me and for the first time in my socially deprived life I tried to make him my friend on purpose. And every offer I made (to hangout, to drive him somewhere, whatever) got cancelled or shut down for a while for unexplained reasons. And basically immediately, when I didn’t give up, we just. Attached at the hip. He realized I meant what I was offering genuinely and honestly and that’s right when he got kicked out. I went with him to take his stuff in the middle of the night. My partner doesn’t trust easily and has a ‘no guests longer than three days’ policy in general, and they easily let him stay. They fell asleep on him on the couch. I wouldn’t be the one to ask him out even if at a point, he knew (I was later informed one of my friends told him after we’d known each other like. A month), because I knew he had to figure himself out. Even if at a point I was so sure he liked me and my partner too. And he did.
He got his own apartment. And I was never certain, that entire time. Until he invited us over for Valentine’s Day, I wasn’t sure I understood but I brought roses and my partner brought his favorite alcohol. And then he answered the door wearing new sneakers and I was like oh yeah. I know what this’ll be. Then he was too nervous, he put an arm around each of us and we silently watched two movies. And he came over to our place the next day to ask us out.
Maybe I’m waxing on but. Yeah. I don’t think I need to write the story. I love you all. I’ll keep the blog up as an archive but, idk how much I’ll post.
Update on my cringe-fail gay life. He was def flirting with me but due to Life we’ve been doing this awkward tango of getting closer but neither of us doing anything but today. Is Valentine’s Day. And he invited me and my partner over for dinner for ‘something he needs to talk to us about’. I said we didn’t have plans but my partner had a Valentine’s Day outfit that was BANGING and he said ‘can’t wait, my roommate won’t be home until 8’ so maybe there is hope for us yet.
