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Bunny and Sloane had a very easy relationship to one another. The kind where, for instance, Bunny could walk Sloane home from Bend Records after a shift and have it not be a major deal. Labeled “The Loner” by high school classmates, Bunny really only found it difficult to open up in a semi-normal manner…but gestures of kindness they could do, and often did. They were just self-conscious about how people would perceive them after. Something that wasn’t a problem with Sloane—she seemed to get them, and Bunny didn’t take that for granted.
Today, though, maybe the casual friendship was a little too easy. Anything Sloane did was fine by Bunny—but hang her head in her hands was a step too far.
They’d cleared their throat on purpose. “Honestly…my story about the Richie that tried and failed to prove their musical talent in-store yesterday is worth telling again and again. Thank you for giving me the chance to tell it to you twice.”
They cackled. It was, probably, the funniest thing that had happened to them at Bend all month.
“But in all seriousness—holy shit, Sloane, what is going on.” As smoke rose from the tips of their (now-lit) cigarettes, Bunny took one breath of clean air and continued. “You look exhausted. You look more than that, actually—you look fatigued. Like you’ve been doing too much.
“Is it the damage to the merchandise, the bathroom, the Issue of the Week? Or is it something bigger than that?”
They offered Sloan a smile—something genuine. “I know I’m kind of a walking brick wall, but I’m a surprisingly—and very low-stakes, because I never overshare—good listener.” They raised their eyebrows. “Give me a shot. What’s your crisis?”
"I mean, yeah, pretty simple, Bunny," Sloane laughed around the smoke in her lungs, "I've just been doing too fucking much." It wasn't something she would usually admit to, but how could she really deny it? Milo told her she needed a break, Merritt, Foggy. A break, though? Sloane didn't know who she would be if she wasn't running herself ragged.
"That's a real way to describe yourself, you know? Walking brick wall?" It was killing time more than a real commentary on anything Bunny. Talking about her shit was never the first thing she wanted to do, never her first instinct. Maybe she learned it from Foggy, he had never exactly been the cuddly kind. Maybe it was the blood of her mother and father running through her veins. Sloane didn't know much about them, but everyone always seemed to have the same thing to say: they were stubborn. "There's no crisis, I'm just -"
"I guess I'm just tired of running this shit by myself. I miss Foggy, worried about him out there with my Grams. Worried I'm going to run his record store into the ground," It wasn't funny, but still, she laughed. "The usual shit, you know?"
"Wow," Austen breathed out as she walked closer to the other. "How about a hello Austen, nice to see you too." But, when Sloane opened the door, the younger of the two was quick to take it as an invitation. She slid into the tavern, a place that she never quite cared to come to. Sticky floors? Drunk men? Consider her not over the moon about it, but there were only so many places in Atlantic Landing to spend evenings in.
"If the Stones want to enforce anything, they're going to have to put it in writing. Preferably double spaced, in Times New Roman," she pointed out, just glancing over her shoulder at Sloane as she waited for her to catch up. "But fine." And Sloane should have taken it with great fervor that Austen conceded so fast. Mostly because alcoholic beverages were nothing compared to anything intellectual.
She slid onto a stool, one hand already propped on her chin. "What does the great Sloane Bender drink?"
Sloane rolled her eyes - affectionately, of course! But an eyeroll, nonetheless. She grumbled low in her chest, the type of sound that you might expect from, like, some ancient man who had seen the whole world go to shit before his eyes... Instead, there was only-sometimes-wanting Sloane Bender, annoyed again that the universe had dared to let anyone else breathe in her space. "Hello Austen," She pushed in behind the other girl through the entrance to the tavern; home sweet home. "Nice to see you too." She reminded herself to remember that - to ask one of the Stone kids to tack something like that up behind the bar for her own personal use. Sloane had been stuck at the bar with employees she had run away from too many times before... At least Austen didn't totally drive her crazy. "Oh, the great Sloane Bender? I like your brand of flattery." Sloane thought for a second. "I'll take a beer. I know how much I'm paying you, so - I'll keep my hard liquor out of your pockets."
MILO: u know sometimes ur not a vry nice person lolo MILO: prbly but she's pretty easy to piss off sometimes MILO: a break would do u good MILO: take a chill pill yk
xXsloaneXx: i did know that, yes. is this the first you've heard? xXsloaneXx: you know i don't mean it, lo, i'm just messing with you xXsloaneXx: i'm not taking any pills with you, but i'll come take a break if you're offering a space on the couch. unless your mahjong is going to be keeping you
STELLA: okay if you were DESPERATE i might have come in STELLA: it's okay we can both be disappointed about not getting any STELLA: boohoo tell him to get over it! STELLA: actually don't tell him that until after STELLA: i don't want to lose my ticket
xXsloaneXx: note to self: only message stella about coming in to work if i'm desperate xXsloaneXx: look at us, bonding <333 don't tell anybody. xXsloaneXx: the ticket is yours, i'm not just going to rip it out from under you because he decides to get his head out of his ass xXsloaneXx: we're probably meeting them after the show, so like. don't embarrass me. okay?

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merritt x3: stop dont say that if u don't mean it ill literally start crying merritt x3: u just GET ME merritt x3: oh girl come on my presence is implied merritt x3: u are 1/2 of the +2, and u can bring a loser along with u merritt x3: maybe even ur boyfriend ....???
xXsloaneXx: no i mean it, you can definitely have my bones. you just have to promise that you're going to freak milo out with them literally as often as you can xXsloaneXx: oh thank god, one loser shouldn't be hard to track down. i'm not crossing my fingers on him showing up when he actually says he will xXsloaneXx: but stella wasn't like, the worst backup date on the planet last time i needed a filler
merritt x3: ur literally allllwayyyys on the list merritt x3: first name i add merritt x3: i did have to cut off my arm to make it happen butttt worth merritt x3: its +2 so u can bring whoever
SLOANE: this is why you get to have my bones when i die SLOANE: i'll even find you a new arm SLOANE: are you going to be there??? having to hang with 2 more people sounds like a drag
STELLA: well it would have been if u wanted me to work STELLA: no offense STELLA: omg really??????? STELLA: sorry to ur idiot boyfriend but i'm a MUCH better date mwah !
SLOANE: good to know i can count on my employees, really SLOANE: you're not going to put out at the end, so points off for that? but i have to agree SLOANE: you'll be a much better date. i'm pretty sure the only reason he's not coming is because meg white rolled her eyes at him when he was surprised that she'd never heard of his band SLOANE: which, duh. she's meg white.
MILO: it’s a good game!
MILO: shit idk have you tried asking her?
MILO: nvm you have
MILO: she’s probably out already
SLOANE: aw, good job getting there all by yourself, boy! you deserve a treat for that quick thinking SLOANE: ugh, probably. that's what i get for fucking working. literally all the time. SLOANE: do you think she'll get mad at me for hanging out with you instead of tracking her down
who: bunny & sloane where: sloaney's porch
Sloane was exhausted. She didn't know what other way to Bend it, no other way to cure the issue without sleep... The problem was, that since Foggy - her father - left to take care of his ailing mother, she hadn't exactly been sleeping. It was the stress: of losing the record store, of losing her grandmother. It was the newfound responsibility of having a whole team looking up at her, their whole world balancing on her aching shoulders. She had been working at the record store since she was just a kid, she was raised for this... Why did it all feel so - ? She had forgotten Bunny was there until they cleared their throat; hadn't realized her head was hung in her hands, fingers trying to rub the tired away. "What'd you say?" Had they even been talking? Sloane wasn't sure; she knew that her cigarette had gone out, though. That the air felt colder than it had when she sat down. Her lighter was always in her pocket; fingers clicked at the flint. Sloane breathed in the smoke like it was oxygen. "Sorry. Don't think I heard a fucking word."
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SLOANE: i'm on the list for that show tomorrow night, right? you said you would try SLOANE: i keep hearing everyone saying it's sold out, and if i don't see the killers tomorrow night, i am going to become the killer
STELLA: that depends entirely on what ur gonna ask me to do
SLOANE: so it's like that? SLOANE: i need a date to a show tomorrow night SLOANE: the white stripes are playing the tavern, and my idiot boyfriend was supposed to fly in SLOANE: something got rescheduled, blah blah blah, i have an extra ticket
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"Seriously? I can't escape you people anywhere?" Sloane blew a breath out of her mouth, a sigh that landed somewhere between frustration and defeat. It was one of those days that she afforded herself the opportunity to leave early, left someone else in charge of counting the money, and booked it the hell out of Bend Records... The downfall of slow nights, though, is anyone else getting cut off the schedule too. Atlantic Landing really wasn't big enough for all of them. "Well! Come on," She took a few steps toward the door, swung it open like she owned the place. "And you better buy me a drink - that's your price for entry, and don't think the Stones' won't enforce it."
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SLOANE: are you doing anything tomorrow night?? SLOANE: you're not on the schedule
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MILO: woah now don’t insult me like that lo’lo
MILO: some of us have a life outside of our pixelated boxes
MILO: and i was trying to play mahjong
SLOANE: then change your away status? obviously? SLOANE: sorry where are you playing mahjong?? is it on your pixelated box? SLOANE: is your sister busy tonight? you clearly are not

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SLO'N'LO @ MILOTRON4000
SLOANE: hey giant SLOANE: hello????? SLOANE: it says you're online freak SLOANE: your sister isn't answering either!!! this is why being twins is for babies, nobody said you needed to go this far @giantcd
It felt too close for comfort, how quickly she had run into Merritt after snaking out of the office. Randy had only left a minute before she did: hair mussed, and lips swollen. Sloane had to have looked off herself, unkempt; she was too focused on wondering to check herself, though. Wondering if Merritt had seen him leave, wondering what sort of meltdown they were surely going to suffer if it ever came out. She was one of Sloane’s closest friends, and one of Randall’s biggest fans. Ugh. It would probably all blow over quicker if she just came clean, if she stopped sneaking around. There was too much anxiety surrounding it all, though. Would Merritt hate her? Would Merritt tell [INSERT BOYFRIEND HERE?] After the Milo Incident, could she really be forgiven for cheating with Merritt’s ex-whatever?
Sloane didn’t know. She didn’t want to find out.
“Hey!” It was too sudden, felt strange on her tongue. Sloane’s enthusiasm wavered, always, and a simple greeting hadn’t warranted any of it; still, she carried on. “You know, civilians aren’t usually allowed in the break room, Miss Stone.” She raised an amused eyebrow — chanced a look in the reflection of the window. Maybe it was too unfocused to tell, but Sloane thought she looked passable. “I’ll let it go this time, but next time…?”
The joke felt flat.
“You looking for little old me?”