the past is beyond our control

Doctor Who (2005—)

-Nat stalking Misty and breaking into her house with a rifle, and Misty looking what can only be described as absolutely horny when she first sees her

-Nat jumping in front of Misty to protect and defend her when Shauna punches her

-Misty accidentally killing the only person she has ever felt truly loved and understood by (while trying to protect her)

-Misty tenderly going through and organizing all of Nat’s belongings after her death, smelling her jacket and hugging it to her chest, proceeding to wear her leather jacket mimic her behavior in an attempt to hold on to some piece of her, and sleeping with her jacket hugged to her chest

-Nat always reserving her most gentle tone of voice for Misty in the wilderness

-Nat backing Misty up throughout the Coach Ben trial and looking so proud of her when she makes a good point. Also her little smirks when Misty says something funny but she knows she’s not allowed to laugh and show how biased she is. And that knowing, tearful, intense look they share after Tai exposes Nat during the trial and the wind is blowing dramatically

-Misty barging in and snorting Nat’s cocaine to prevent her from relapsing, and the two of them wrestling like petulant children on the ground

-Misty tampering with Nat’s car just so she can go on a roadtrip with her

-Nat allowing Misty to play the Cats musical soundtrack in the car for hours

-Nat looking so happy to see Misty at the high school reunion and the two of them strutting in next to each other and sharing little smirks

-Nat hallucinating Misty at the bonfire party as a representation of how tethered they would end up being

-Nat and Misty working together to orchestrate the rescue plan and Misty smiling proudly when she realizes they’ve succeeded

-Nat keeping Misty’s secret about the transponder for 25 years and literally taking it to the grave with her

-Nat and Misty working together to blackmail some Redditor guy, Misty pouring gasoline on his lap while Nat flicks on the lighter and threatens to light his dick on fire while Misty is beaming excitedly

HARD MODE an Until Dawn fic by TheIcyQueen

It's a familiar story: Two sisters run out into the snow, never to be seen again. Their friends, tormented and riddled with guilt, find themselves returning a year later, hoping for closure...only to stumble upon answers they never wanted.

But what if the fall claimed TWO lives instead of just the one?

BUT

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.