psa;

update;

So. Some shit has gone down and I felt it was necessary to sort of inform all of you of what’s going on with me so its not so in the dark all the time.

One of our managers quit on the spot at work the other day, so it is up to me as the only part-time manager to pick up the slack. On top of that, instead of hiring a replacement, my boss has decided to get our district manager to interview me on Wednesday for the assistant manager position. While it is still part-time, it also means he will be scheduling me at max hours without breaking the part-time rules, should our DM decide I am fit for the job. As I have been operating as the assistant manager without the title ( or pay rate ) for over a year now, I don’t see myself losing out on this promotion. But that also means that my activity won’t be constant. I’m trying though.

On top of that, my family’s situation hasn’t really improved, my father’s fate still hanging in the balance as my step mother continues to see her circling drainage get worse. It’s hard watching my baby sister lose everything and you can’t do anything about it, and it’s even harder watching the man you’ve called your father your entire life, lose his entire life. His children, his job, his everything. I don’t know how to help him anymore. It’s just a lot on my plate but I wanted you guys to understand what was going on. Just bear with me as I make this transition.

I’m unfollowing blogs today. For my comfort, for my safety. Because this fandom has become so toxic that I don’t come here often anymore because of it. Unfollow me if you want, please, I encourage it, because your comfort matters. Make your dash what you want it to be. I won’t hold it against you, because its not about me, its about you. I’m making my comfort matter now.

vitrixlic.

          ‘ alcohol has no effect on me. ‘

soldatzimy.

            ‘  take it.

he doesn’t hesitate, his hand passing the glass over without another word. he has no use for it, anyway. it was disheartening, looking to bucky with a gentle sigh. he remembered the years where they were able to indulge in drink on this night. now he felt like the old man everyone jested him to be. 

            ‘ What part of ‘ I don’t drink ‘ is so confusing to you? ‘

jo.

      pliant gaze shifts to the woman before him as she sprawls herself across the bed,       that all too knowing look upon her face when she knew she had a point. if he were       being honest with himself, jogging pants weren’t exactly a priority when you were       planning to disappear into the woods for a few days. still, the soldier steps away        from his bag to approach the husky, bright eyes staring him down. that’s when he       hears the playful snarl, his slobber soaking into the material of his pants.

                                                                                   oh that was it.

      he is on the floor in seconds, the dog tackling him to the wood floor and the sound       of riotous laughter filling the room. surely, the canine had to know he was fighting a       losing battle here. still, he grasps the waistband of the jogging pants with a gentle        tug, feeling taco offer his resistance. 

                                 ❛ it doesn’t have to be like this! ❜

nat.

          A glimmer of what could be described as embarrassment flashed across the good           Captain’s features at the correction, as if he was supposed to know the difference           when she has been without contact since Washington. He had understood why she           needed to disappear, why now she chose to break her silence. His own ego was set           aside as she explained how her pursuers had found her, captured her. He could feel           it burning in his chest, filling with the ugliness of hate as he forced his gaze from her           out of necessity. She got away, Steve. She was sitting in front of you, worse for wear           but she’s alive. Hold onto that. Cobalt hues drifted back to the Russian as the lump in           his throat was swallowed and his resolve returned. He was going to fix this.           Then she showed him, the angry destruction that littered her lily white flesh with torn           ribbons, black abrasions and he had to look away. Both out of her modesty and out of           the continued smolder of rage that stoked in his belly, threatening to reach out for the            familiar weight of his shield and seek out the bastards responsible for such damage.           She wasn’t just another operative, she was so much more than that. That was when           the soldier reached out to her, pulling at her shirt to get a better look at the wounds            that laid beneath untreated and festering. No, his anger would have to wait. 

          He turned his body only slightly so that he might reach into the kit for the materials           necessary to cleanse her wounds, his hand shifting away from the hem of her top           before he finally found his voice, rasped as if he’d been gargling nails in silence.

                    ‘  I’m going to need to remove your shirt, Natasha.

          He didn’t dare proceed without her permission, but he prepared the antiseptic, the           bandages resting in his lap when he was ready for them. Before continuing, Steve           steadily reached out for her. Calloused hand seeking the smaller palm of her hand,           a thumb brushing over the back of it as his gaze lingered at the back of her, staring            at crimson locks before his gaze fell away as his own found the hem of her shirt.           Not until she agreed.

Sorry for my lack of activity the last couple of days. Work is increasing heavily and my baby sister was just in a horrific ordeal and I am tending to her. I’ll be around when I can.