#passive agression

[bdgonhldy]

Words hurt. So do forks. 🍴

"His words, though... They sounded polite, but they stung"

[superbeans89]

When you’ve got just the right shitpost to piss everyone off

[dreadpiratesilas]

Passive Aggression

I loved their faces so much in this scene. 😆

[black-hole-mirror]

Well here we are again 🤷‍♀️ It’s always such a pleasure 🤗 Remember when you tried to kill me twice 🤔 Oh how we laughed and laughed 😂 Except I wasn’t laughing 🙄 Under the circumstances I’ve been shockingly nice 🙃

[thenotme]

Every ADHDer's dream is to find a personal manager, and every Type-A control freak's life goal is to find someone to supervise.

And if that works out then they'll spend the next thirty years going insane because "I am an adult, I did remember to do the thing this time, stop micromanaging me" and "I can't do everything on my own, it would be nice if you could help out sometimes. Wait... wait no... not like that just... sit down it's fine I'll do it" can and will coexist.

[lily-drake]

A "Malicious" Gift

When Rishe had told him with no hesitation that they were fighting, it was a bit of a shock.  He could never predict that girl.  However, he couldn’t help but admire the resolve in her eyes.  So, he agreed and left her alone.

When a knock resounded through his office, he knew it was her, but he didn’t look up from his work as Oliver opened the door and went through, closing it behind him.  Arnold looked up, staring at the door for only a moment before getting back to work.  For a moment he had thought that Rishe might come in, but no.  It was fine though, he had already resigned himself to the fact that she would come to resent him eventually.  After a few minutes Oliver came back into the room with a small basket and a far too amused grin on his face.  But Arnold ignored him and kept working.

“My Lord,” Oliver cheered, silent laughter coloring his tone, “it seems Lady Rishe has come bearing a rather malicious gift.”  Oliver carefully set the basket atop the desk before he stepped away, continuing to stare at him.  With a short sigh he looked up then glanced at the basket where a simple sandwich lay that contained a few pieces of meat, tomatoes, and lettuce.  “I am inclined to believe that the sandwich had not been tampered with despite the message, but I have not tested to be sure.”

The top bread piece was laid off to the side where he indeed noticed a small message written with some white sauce, “Your Highness, you idiot!”  Arnold stared at the message for a minute, unable to stop the grin forming on his face.

“Pfft.”  Arnold’s shoulders shook in silent mirth, eyes gleaming with intrigue.  A malicious gift indeed.

“I do hope that you won’t let Lady Rishe’s hard work go to waste, My Lord,” Oliver said with a large grin of his own, finding joy in the amusement of his master.  

“It seems a shame to ruin her art though,” he remarked casually, grin still plastered across his face.  Shaking his head, Arnold carefully laid the last piece of bread atop the sandwich, pressing the message against the lettuce as carefully as possible as to not smear it.  The only thought in his mind was simply how incredible his wife truly is.

[bideogaymes]

yall… i had the most unnecessarily passive aggressive interaction with my former boss about me picking up my photo stand back drop that i left there after i lost my job last August. i asked a friend to give me a ride today to get it and she was using another friend’s car so we were on a time crunch anyway & when i got to my old job, my former boss texted me that she wasn’t there and i couldn’t come grab my stuff. even tho it was sitting in the common area for the residents & not in the office. i went and grabbed it anyway bc i was already there and it was mine. she’s an older Black woman with control issues that made work difficult for me bc if it wasn’t her idea, she’d automatically reject anything i proposed within the scope of my job description. but simultaneously would be overly familiar with me and treat me like her daughter or sumn. the whole reason i couldn’t get my belongings is bc of her schedule, my illness, and lack of transportation and money to get there and back 🙄.

look at these texts, she was being so weird bc she made it seem like there was a new hire in the office but when i spoke to the residents today, they told me basically everyone who worked with me is gone and nobody is ever in the office and that they miss me and she need to give me my job back lol:

like… girl bye. i even folded the backdrop and clips and left them neatly on a chair. i literally just wanted to grab my stand which i paid for and brought from home. & i had never been trespassed to begin with so trying to scare me with inaccurate legality just to inconvenience me was even crazier. control freak behavior.

[colection-of-chaos]

@flashfictionfridayofficial

The damned

I need you to understand 

that I'm one of the condemned

The ones with to scars unseen 

the festering flesh 

to old to remember being health

With infection spread 

form ancient wounds 

left by knife words

bred by lack of understanding

Be cause you see 

sometimes when people

are silent they speak in tongs 

unknown to me

sometimes the rules

I've broken

were never explained

the reason never to be spoken

but the anger will still have rained

the doors still closed

justification

reasonable or not

will be enough

if you already fester

from anger of others before

growing fragile more and more

the understanding never got

a young soul left in gore

what's left more unappealing

what more easily offends

no matter any effort spent

That's how a child is condemned

morphed into a monster 

made of silence and expectation

To scared to fight for understanding

in to much pain to just suffer through it

like would be polite

to exhausted to give into their demanding

not that they talk

still offended

still with out explanation

Note

I'm tired and had a pretty hard week also my brain wouldn't allow me to write anything but fanfic while also fretting about how little of an understanding I had of most characters I consider using for this prompt

so here you go

have some of my (shitty) poetry