Arrrrrrgh, she says weakly. Argh
Ahoy-hoy.
So as most of you know, I run a bookshop. I like my job. Sometimes retail makes me crazy, and sometimes my staff are all idiots, and sometimes my boss is an idiot too, but all in all, running a bookshop is a pretty cool job to have. I was planning on running my bookshop for quite a while.
Today, the company that owns my bookshop (and all the other Angus & Robertsons and Borders in Australia) went into voluntary administration which, as far as I can tell, is pretty much the same as going bankrupt. Yup. And I found out about this on a news website, instead of, say, from my boss, or from the important people in the company. Way to make your staff feel valued and secure, arsewipes. Ugh.
Now, I don't know if they're gonna close us all down. I don't think they are. A&R and Borders Aus (along with Whitcoulls in NZ) take up a pretty freaking huge part of the book retailing market in Australia. Like, there's pretty much us, Dymocks, who are all franchised, Collins, who are almost out of business themselves and have been for ages, Readings, which is only for rich snobs who live in the inner-city suburbs, and then various discount & independents. We're a massive chain, and I really can't see us actually shutting up all our shops. However, I am not taking that risk.
I like my job. I've been with the company for 6 years. But I just updated my resume, confirmed some references, and started hunting for retail management positions. Which is terrifying. I hate change, and I'm scared, and I don't want to leave, and I want it to all just go away. Arrrgh.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll get into work and find an email saying 'PSYCHE! You're all keeping your jobs AND we're giving you a pay rise!' But I don't think that'll happen.
SIIIIIIGH. You guys! Go into a bookstore and buy a fucking book. A real, physical, solid book you can hold in your hand and smell. Give your money to the nice person behind the counter, smile at them, and appreciate interacting with a human being. Do it because reading is important, and books are important, and as much as I love the internet and everything it stands for, it is currently fucking up my career. Okay? Good. Thank you.
Blah.
IN HAPPIER NEWS, because I need it!
Here are two drabbles I did for tumblr requests - you darling LJ peeps shouldn't miss out just because you have managed to resist the siren call of that 'e' deficient harlot!
Ray/Doc, a continuation of this and this.
(Set about a year later, or whenever babies start to talk, I don't know how those things work)
“Dadadadada. Daadada.”
“Dude, listen to her. She’s totally talking.” Ray grinned up at Tim from his position stretched out on the floor, rolling a toy train back and forth in front of Ellie. She reached for it with grabby hands, and continued with the dadadas, kicking her little feet.
“Yeah, I dunno, Ray. I think she just wants you to quit hogging the toys.”
Ray relinquished the bright yellow train, and Ellie squealed happily, promptly trying to shove it in her mouth. Ray rolled his eyes and sat up, clicking his back.
“Brad thinks she said his name the other day. But she’d just been watching Brum, so I think she might have thought he was a car or something.” She looked up at him, took the train out of her mouth, and said “Brrrrrrrr!” cheerfully before throwing the thing onto the floor with a smile.
Tim laughed. “She definitely takes after you, Ray. The whole mindless destruction thing is a dead giveaway.”
Ray shrugged and picked her up, settling on the couch next to Tim with Ellie in his lap. “It’s passion. She has an artistic temperament.” He turned her around so she was standing on his thighs, stomping her feet as he held her up, and pulled a funny face. She laughed in delight, and almost kicked him in the mouth.
Tim grinned. “Yeah, this is a child unto my own heart,” he said fondly, and ticked her tummy.
Ray sighed and passed her over. “Here, you take her then. I hope she gives you a black eye.”
Tim cuddled her close, kissed her smooth cheek. She still had her smile, big brown eyes shining with happiness, and just as Ray was standing back up, she said, with perfect clarity, “Tim.”
They both froze.
Ellie ignored them, reaching up to grab Tim’s nose. “Tim Tim Tim,” she sang, than looked over at Ray. “Dada.”
“Oh my god,” Ray said weakly, sinking back down onto the couch and looking at his daughter in awe. “Holy…crap, dude.”
Tim laughed softly, pressing his forehead to her tiny face. “Ellie Beth Person,” he said. “How about you, huh?”
Ray pressed into his side, kissed his shoulder. “We haven’t fucked her up yet,” he said with quiet pride. “We’re doing a good job, Timothy. I can’t believe it.”
“Speak for yourself,” Tim murmured, pressing back into him. “And stop swearing, or else the next word out of her mouth will be fuck, and it’ll probably be when your mother is here.”
Ray chuckled. “Yeah. She’s totally gonna do us proud.”
And as Tim looked down at her, his heart swelling with something fiercer than love, something huge and overwhelming and all-encompassing, he knew Ray was right.
Brad/girl!Ray/girl!Nate
(IDEK. There was a brief craze for this wacky threesome going around, and I was roped into adding to it. Kinda hot, though!
He’d walked in on the scene so many times he figured he really should be used to it. But no. After all this time, the image of Nate spread out on their bed, her smooth legs stretched wide, with Ray nestled in between them eating her out with long, luscious strokes of her tongue? Still hit him right between the eyes.
“Oh, fuck…” he said, leaning on the door and catching his breath. Nate looked at him lazily, full lips parted in a silent moan, one hand tangled in the sheets and the other petting Ray’s hair.
“Evening, Brad,” she murmured, and Ray pulled away, looking over her shoulder. Her lips were wet and shiny, cheeks flushed, and Jesus, they never looked more beautiful than when they were like this. The both of them.
“Hey, Brad,” Ray managed, but then Nate was tugging her back, lifting her hips impatiently, and Ray went back to work, shoulders tensing and flexing as she licked and sucked and nuzzled.
“You fucking ladies are gonna kill me one of these days,” Brad muttered, stripping out of his tee shirt and undoing his belt with a hard yank. Ray ignored him, and Nate just smirked, arching her back.
“Haven’t you got anything better to do with your mouth?” she asked in a breathy voice, and Brad could tell by the way a hot red flush was spreading down her chest that she was close to losing it. Her breaths were coming in sharp pants, and her knuckles were white as she fisted the sheet, desperately twisting it around her fingers.
“Can probably think of a few things,” Brad conceded, and knelt on the bed beside her, drawing one of her hard little nipples into his mouth as she cried out, grabbing Ray’s head and grinding up into her as she came.
Ray was gentle with her, then, pulling back slowly with soft little laps over her sensitive clit, sucking kisses to her thighs. But she couldn’t stop the self-satisfied grin on her face, and Brad didn’t blame her. Ray gave head like a fucking champ, whether she was eating out Nate or sucking down Brad, which - actually…
“You’re not done yet, Ray,” he said roughly, and gripped his hard cock through his jeans. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, licking the taste of Nate off her lips.
“Oh, being demanding, are we?” she asked in a fake-sweet voice. Brad just looked at her, and Ray was the first to break, giggling evilly as she tugged at his zipper. “You bitches will fucking owe me for this,” she said, but she didn’t sound too worried and oh, yeah, soon enough those wet lips were wrapped around the head of Brad’s cock, taking him down in one long, sweet slide.
“Don’t worry, Ray,” Nate said as she snuggled up to Brad’s side, one hand reaching down to grip the base of his dick, holding it up for Ray to suck. “The night is young.”
Brad just closed his eyes. Yeah, he should have been used to it.
But it was still just as fucking awesome as ever.
Okay, so now I'm gonna watch Dru get tag teamed, poke disconsolately at my resume, and hope that I'll still be paying off my mortgage by the end of the week. Come in here and tell me lovely things, darlings. I need cheering up.
--Beck
So as most of you know, I run a bookshop. I like my job. Sometimes retail makes me crazy, and sometimes my staff are all idiots, and sometimes my boss is an idiot too, but all in all, running a bookshop is a pretty cool job to have. I was planning on running my bookshop for quite a while.
Today, the company that owns my bookshop (and all the other Angus & Robertsons and Borders in Australia) went into voluntary administration which, as far as I can tell, is pretty much the same as going bankrupt. Yup. And I found out about this on a news website, instead of, say, from my boss, or from the important people in the company. Way to make your staff feel valued and secure, arsewipes. Ugh.
Now, I don't know if they're gonna close us all down. I don't think they are. A&R and Borders Aus (along with Whitcoulls in NZ) take up a pretty freaking huge part of the book retailing market in Australia. Like, there's pretty much us, Dymocks, who are all franchised, Collins, who are almost out of business themselves and have been for ages, Readings, which is only for rich snobs who live in the inner-city suburbs, and then various discount & independents. We're a massive chain, and I really can't see us actually shutting up all our shops. However, I am not taking that risk.
I like my job. I've been with the company for 6 years. But I just updated my resume, confirmed some references, and started hunting for retail management positions. Which is terrifying. I hate change, and I'm scared, and I don't want to leave, and I want it to all just go away. Arrrgh.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll get into work and find an email saying 'PSYCHE! You're all keeping your jobs AND we're giving you a pay rise!' But I don't think that'll happen.
SIIIIIIGH. You guys! Go into a bookstore and buy a fucking book. A real, physical, solid book you can hold in your hand and smell. Give your money to the nice person behind the counter, smile at them, and appreciate interacting with a human being. Do it because reading is important, and books are important, and as much as I love the internet and everything it stands for, it is currently fucking up my career. Okay? Good. Thank you.
Blah.
IN HAPPIER NEWS, because I need it!
Here are two drabbles I did for tumblr requests - you darling LJ peeps shouldn't miss out just because you have managed to resist the siren call of that 'e' deficient harlot!
Ray/Doc, a continuation of this and this.
(Set about a year later, or whenever babies start to talk, I don't know how those things work)
“Dadadadada. Daadada.”
“Dude, listen to her. She’s totally talking.” Ray grinned up at Tim from his position stretched out on the floor, rolling a toy train back and forth in front of Ellie. She reached for it with grabby hands, and continued with the dadadas, kicking her little feet.
“Yeah, I dunno, Ray. I think she just wants you to quit hogging the toys.”
Ray relinquished the bright yellow train, and Ellie squealed happily, promptly trying to shove it in her mouth. Ray rolled his eyes and sat up, clicking his back.
“Brad thinks she said his name the other day. But she’d just been watching Brum, so I think she might have thought he was a car or something.” She looked up at him, took the train out of her mouth, and said “Brrrrrrrr!” cheerfully before throwing the thing onto the floor with a smile.
Tim laughed. “She definitely takes after you, Ray. The whole mindless destruction thing is a dead giveaway.”
Ray shrugged and picked her up, settling on the couch next to Tim with Ellie in his lap. “It’s passion. She has an artistic temperament.” He turned her around so she was standing on his thighs, stomping her feet as he held her up, and pulled a funny face. She laughed in delight, and almost kicked him in the mouth.
Tim grinned. “Yeah, this is a child unto my own heart,” he said fondly, and ticked her tummy.
Ray sighed and passed her over. “Here, you take her then. I hope she gives you a black eye.”
Tim cuddled her close, kissed her smooth cheek. She still had her smile, big brown eyes shining with happiness, and just as Ray was standing back up, she said, with perfect clarity, “Tim.”
They both froze.
Ellie ignored them, reaching up to grab Tim’s nose. “Tim Tim Tim,” she sang, than looked over at Ray. “Dada.”
“Oh my god,” Ray said weakly, sinking back down onto the couch and looking at his daughter in awe. “Holy…crap, dude.”
Tim laughed softly, pressing his forehead to her tiny face. “Ellie Beth Person,” he said. “How about you, huh?”
Ray pressed into his side, kissed his shoulder. “We haven’t fucked her up yet,” he said with quiet pride. “We’re doing a good job, Timothy. I can’t believe it.”
“Speak for yourself,” Tim murmured, pressing back into him. “And stop swearing, or else the next word out of her mouth will be fuck, and it’ll probably be when your mother is here.”
Ray chuckled. “Yeah. She’s totally gonna do us proud.”
And as Tim looked down at her, his heart swelling with something fiercer than love, something huge and overwhelming and all-encompassing, he knew Ray was right.
Brad/girl!Ray/girl!Nate
(IDEK. There was a brief craze for this wacky threesome going around, and I was roped into adding to it. Kinda hot, though!
He’d walked in on the scene so many times he figured he really should be used to it. But no. After all this time, the image of Nate spread out on their bed, her smooth legs stretched wide, with Ray nestled in between them eating her out with long, luscious strokes of her tongue? Still hit him right between the eyes.
“Oh, fuck…” he said, leaning on the door and catching his breath. Nate looked at him lazily, full lips parted in a silent moan, one hand tangled in the sheets and the other petting Ray’s hair.
“Evening, Brad,” she murmured, and Ray pulled away, looking over her shoulder. Her lips were wet and shiny, cheeks flushed, and Jesus, they never looked more beautiful than when they were like this. The both of them.
“Hey, Brad,” Ray managed, but then Nate was tugging her back, lifting her hips impatiently, and Ray went back to work, shoulders tensing and flexing as she licked and sucked and nuzzled.
“You fucking ladies are gonna kill me one of these days,” Brad muttered, stripping out of his tee shirt and undoing his belt with a hard yank. Ray ignored him, and Nate just smirked, arching her back.
“Haven’t you got anything better to do with your mouth?” she asked in a breathy voice, and Brad could tell by the way a hot red flush was spreading down her chest that she was close to losing it. Her breaths were coming in sharp pants, and her knuckles were white as she fisted the sheet, desperately twisting it around her fingers.
“Can probably think of a few things,” Brad conceded, and knelt on the bed beside her, drawing one of her hard little nipples into his mouth as she cried out, grabbing Ray’s head and grinding up into her as she came.
Ray was gentle with her, then, pulling back slowly with soft little laps over her sensitive clit, sucking kisses to her thighs. But she couldn’t stop the self-satisfied grin on her face, and Brad didn’t blame her. Ray gave head like a fucking champ, whether she was eating out Nate or sucking down Brad, which - actually…
“You’re not done yet, Ray,” he said roughly, and gripped his hard cock through his jeans. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, licking the taste of Nate off her lips.
“Oh, being demanding, are we?” she asked in a fake-sweet voice. Brad just looked at her, and Ray was the first to break, giggling evilly as she tugged at his zipper. “You bitches will fucking owe me for this,” she said, but she didn’t sound too worried and oh, yeah, soon enough those wet lips were wrapped around the head of Brad’s cock, taking him down in one long, sweet slide.
“Don’t worry, Ray,” Nate said as she snuggled up to Brad’s side, one hand reaching down to grip the base of his dick, holding it up for Ray to suck. “The night is young.”
Brad just closed his eyes. Yeah, he should have been used to it.
But it was still just as fucking awesome as ever.
Okay, so now I'm gonna watch Dru get tag teamed, poke disconsolately at my resume, and hope that I'll still be paying off my mortgage by the end of the week. Come in here and tell me lovely things, darlings. I need cheering up.
--Beck