Everything I write ends up turning into an exercise in imagining a world wherein every single person puts other people first because I see it happen often enough to know it’s within the realm of possibility
I am a flight attendant. (I feel the need to specify this because the last time one of my work-related posts left my little neighborhood on here, many people forgot how context clues work.) Last week, a flight I was working had one of the strangest delays I’ve ever seen. The flight from Philly to Detroit generally takes about 1.5 to 2 hours. We were roughly 30 minutes from Detroit when the plane ran out of gas and we had to make a pit stop in the middle of Ohio. (Other things happened that led to us running out of gas but they aren’t important.)
The plane was full. Almost 100 people, everyone tired from a long day of traveling, which is already a stressful experience. And now we’re all stuck in the middle of Ohio, a place no one ever wants to be, with no clue as to when we might finally reach our destination. I had already done the drink service and essentially worked a 1.5 hour flight, which is tiring, and the passengers are all tired as well. Everyone’s hot and sweaty and uncomfortable, squished together in a huge metal tube, baking in the sun. All of the ingredients were there to make this a shitty day. We ended up sitting on the ground for another hour and a half before we could fly the last 30 minutes. A 2 hour flight turned into 4. And it was one of the best flights I’ve ever worked.
Sitting the closest to my jumpseat in the back row of the plane were: a customer service rep for my airline on her way to a funeral; an 11 year old unaccompanied minor (kid flying alone); a 20 year old auditioning for a radio show; and a young new dad traveling for the first time with his infant daughter. Even before we’d left Philly, there was a little sense of comraderie, the kind you get whenever you’re sharing an experience as a group. But the moment it became apparent that our “pit stop” was going to take much longer than anticipated, we suddenly became a group of survivors in some apocalypse movie–but instead of getting suspicious of each other, we played games and passed out pretzels.
When I tell yall we literally had some of the most fun I’ve ever had on a flight…the 11 year old girl was a chatterbox and funny as hell. At one point I gave her the phone and she started telling jokes over the intercom. The customer service rep took care of her while I helped the other passengers. We found out about the 20 year old’s audition, and I gave him the phone next so he could practice his intros. We all took turn holding the baby (8 months and so well behaved!) and of course every mom gave the dad some advice. My other flight attendant and I quizzed everyone on the safety demo, with anyone who remembered the answers winning extra snacks. There were two people celebrating birthdays, so we all sang and clapped. 100 people (loudly, and very badly) singing happy birthday for two strangers. A woman in first class had an emotional support dog, and we all took turns holding him too.
I’d already done a beverage service on our way to Detroit, but the pilots said the route given to us would add another hour to our flight, so I decided to do a second one. Except, only three rows in, the captain made an announcement: he’d worked his magic and gotten us some short cuts. We would now be landing in Detroit in 15 minutes. I now had to do a full beverage service in about 10 minutes (this is impossible). I don’t know what my face looked like, but the passengers must have been able to tell. They all leapt into action. Two of them went down the aisle collecting drink orders, and then carried drinks to the others as I poured like I was in the fast and furious series, if they were about pouring soda instead of stealing cars. We got everyone served within 7 minutes. When we landed, everyone cheered. We knew each other’s names. Many people had exchanged numbers. I know a handful had plans to carpool.
At the end of that trip, I was talking to my roommate (also a flight attendant) and mentioned the 1.5 hour onboard delay. He said “God, that must have sucked.” He was shocked when I said it really, really didn’t.
Vegan pumpkin empanada with sweet potato-pepita salsa and chipotle aioli. It’s vegan fall, y'all.
I was feeling mopey during the day today. Dropping from spending so much time with Reaction Junkie and having such a busy weekend, really. The plan was originally to go home and clean/organize my apartment.
Then I got a text from Legolas inviting me to go to a vegan event. So, instead of sitting alone in my apartment feeling down, I went out with Legolas, had delicious vegan food and a pumpkin flavored cocktail, and even won a door prize with yummy looking tea and a nice tea infuser.
I have now been wearing my new collar for a full week. All day, every day.
When we first got it, I asked Reaction Junkie if I could have it off for work because it seems conspicuous and he agreed. So, for the first couple weeks he took it off in the morning and put it back on me in the evening.
When he put it on me last Thursday evening, he told me, “I’m not taking this off again until Monday.” I wore it the whole time at the con. I wasn’t looking forward to having to do the whole off and on thing again when we got home.
On Sunday, Reaction Junkie commented, “I might leave this on you when you go to work on Monday.” The idea turned me on, but it also made me anxious. What would people think? What if someone said something?
Monday morning, Reaction Junkie left for work while I was still waking up. As he went out the door, I sleepily realized my collar was still on. For a moment, I thought to call out to him, but decided that I could certainly bear wearing it at work for one day.
I wore a hoodie and felt self-conscious about the collar all day, but even with the nervousness, every time I thought about it or felt its weight, I smiled. That evening, I pointed out to Reaction Junkie that I’d worn it all day. “I know,” he said with a smile. I happily wore it to work again the next day. And the next. And the next.
Last night, we were talking about the collar when Reaction Junkie informed me, “I’m not taking it off again.” My cunt clenched and I couldn’t hide my delight. Each day I wear it to work, the less self-conscious I am and the more it feels like the collar is just part of me.
I love wearing this ever-present symbol, this constant reminder, of Reaction Junkie’s ownership, my submission, and the love, and life, we share.
This is what I wore when I went to happy hour D with MLAM last night. On our last date before I moved, he picked out this dress when we went shopping together. And the shoes I wore with it were the ones I spent a week having to masturbate with. I didn’t expect him to remember the dress, or really even the shoes, but he did, which pleased me.
MLAM and I walked around for a while before heading to the happy hour. I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but after not too long, I was remembering why I like him so much and was (am?) so attached to him. It was wonderful to get a chance for some one-on-one time with him.
I didn’t really know anyone at the happy hour, but once Anderson Cooper showed up and did a little bit of introducing and Lady (nickname in progress), a girl I’d met once while hanging out with Reaction Junkie came in, I was able to relax and chat with people alongside MLAM. He put his arm around me from time to time, and I did the same. I’d forgotten how much fun it is to be involved with conversations that he’s part of. He’s got such an energy and a constantly moving mind. Things are never boring with him.
MLAM, Anderson Cooper, Lady, another girl, and I all went out for fro-yo after a while because it was hella loud at the bar. We talked about kink more, and shared stories from our lives. MLAM and Lady got along very well, as they have similar styles as d-types. In fact, and to my great interest, towards the end of the evening, as we three walked back to the metro, they discussed the possibility of him subbing for her. I’m also very interested in hanging out with her more and talking about her style, my toppy/dommy tendencies, and learning from her.
I almost didn’t go out last night, until I decided to offer to go with MLAM. I’m very glad I did. I had a great time, even if I didn’t get to learn how to hit using Anderson Cooper as my bottom. Another day, I imagine. I’ll have to ask MLAM to show me on me. Not the briar patch.
I’m really happy that MLAM came to town, even if our first hang out wasn’t as successful as I would have liked, and I’m planning to keep in touch better. He’s a good friend and/or play partner to have, and I missed him.
I lost my father to Pokemon Go and I regret so many life decisions. I’m the one who told him about the game. I’m the one who initially encouraged him. What have I done?
Now he starts every phone call with a Pokemon update. He gets all the names wrong and asks me what a Dragonite is called every time he brings up the “fat fighting orange dragon”
It’s gotten so bad he’s started watching the anime on Netflix. Help.
Okay adding to this. My dad isn’t great at remembering the names of things. So during our pokemon update phone calls, he says shit like this:
“I have a cool pineapple head now!”
“I was down to my last stripey ball trying to catch the blue dragon snake. I told him if he ran away I was gonna be so mad.”
“And the gym had one of those big fat orange dragons!” (he still can’t remember what a Dragonite is called)
BUT THEN. but then. he’s also like, OUTRAGEOUSLY into it now? He’s level 27 and talks about how “the gym wars are brutal, babe,” and how long it takes to take down a level 10 gym? (LEVEL T E N)
And a couple weeks ago he called me to talk about the merits of the old-style Gyrados (which he pronounces guy-rad-os sorry I can’t stop him) that has the dragon breath move, versus the new ones that don’t because Niantic made a change. And he has like 6 Gyrados because his work is by a Magikarp nest or something? HOW MANY fucking magikarp do you catch for 6 gyrados? He’s about to evolve two more. H E L P.
and he says shit like, “Learning about individualized values really radicalized my thinking.” and he means it. Before he evolves ANY pokemon he googles CP estimates and has a pokemon calculator??
This morning he called me because he finally has enough Dratini candy to evolve a fat fighting dragon and wanted to talk about which Dragonair he should evolve. (One with high CP but bad IVs, one with medium-high CP, but okay IVs, and one with the lowest CP of the 3, but A+ IVs) And at this point he’s sofar beyond my skill with the game (he’s been higher-leveled than me for months now) that I don’t even know what to tell him. I literally can’t advise him.
My father is more of a pokemon master than I ever was. The other day he texted me the team rocket theme song.
Team Instinct. I told him I was Team Valor when I first told him about the game and he was like, “Okay I’ll join your team babe!”
And then idk he forgot?? And when his account crashed after a week he did a Pikachu restart (that should have tipped me off about the impending obession tbh) and he picked Instinct again.
I ain’t even mad bruh. He so clearly belongs in Instinct. He’s happy there. It’s his natural habitat. Before work he goes and meets up with some other Instinct people to take the Georgetown Cupcake gym in DC. It’s super cute.
My dad will be your Team Instinct dad if you need one
So my dad has always been in the habit of getting to work early. I don’t know wtf he used to do, but now when he gets in early, he goes to the Georgetown Cupcake gym in DC and apparently teams up with “some friends I’ve never met” to take down the gym for Team Instinct.
Then he goes to work and keeps the game open so he can grab Magikarp every couple minutes. Apparently his work is like ON a friggin nest.
He keeps his Pokemon Go habit a secret at work. Nobody knows. On his lunch break, he says, “hey I’m gonna go for a walk” and goes on a 12-pokestop loop. He makes sure to hit up the local Dratini and Pikachu nests (the presence of which is UNFAIR AF). He also take a few minutes to reinforce ‘his’ gym, by which point has been under attack a few times.
At work, he keeps his phone on data instead of wifi (he has unlimited data. For some godforsaken reason he went through 30GB/mo BEFORE Pokemon Go.) because that means his avatar jumps around a bit more?? He says he opens and closes the app a few times to reset it and get the GPS connection to reset and nab him a few pokemon.
Apparently he gets about 140 pokeballs a day. And goes through them all.
This got a new batch of notes, so here’s a Dad Update.
He has 114 Pikachu candy. I hate him. Apparently he’s watching the anime almost every night. He’s on season 2. I think he’s just gonna go through and watch it A L L which is a prospect so terrifying it needs no explanation.
Out of the 6 Gyrados he’s evolved, he’s kept the top 3. He sent me some screencaps the other day of his current top-contender Magikarp and the pokedex entry, where you can see he’s caught 585 of them.
Fivehundred eighty five. Who tf has TIME for that??
Apparently he still hasn’t decided which Magikarp to evolve.
He should make level 28 in a day or so.
this dad will truly protect the world from devastation
My dad works on my college campus and every night when he comes home he comes to my room right away and tells me about all the pokemon he caught that day.
Oh look, I’m on my dash again. Seems as good a time as any for an update. I bought him a yellow PoGo keychain for xmas. I will let you know how he responds when I give it to him:
He has started wearing yellow shoes for #TeamInstinct pride lol:
And he’s started wearing a pikachu tshirt. He is on season 4 of the anime. He watches EVERY EPISODE in order. I’m dying. He’s level 30, going on 31. He has over 9 gyrados now, and has enough candy for two more, but doesn’t see the point. He’s about to get his 4th dragonite. One of his dragonite has been stuck at the top of a level 10 gym for like 3 weeks now, since before he hit level 30, and he’s upset he can’t get it back to power it up.
He’s still wearing the shoes. He loved the keychain because he’s a DORK.
He’s level 34 now. 1.12 million xp. 1.25 million to level 35.
He estimates he’ll make level 35 by the first week of July. He joined on July 13 last year and would like to be at 35 by then. He still hasn’t spent a single penny on the damn game and is very proud of that.
His favorite from gen2 is Blissey, who he says is his “best gym defender” and he’s 8 candies away from powering up another high cp Chancy, so then he’ll have 2.
Another gen2 fave is “Hounder” along with “Umbrreon” and Espeon. He’s got a steelix, politoad, “the other slowbro type” and “multiples of those metal coat sunstone kings rock upgrade stuff”. Recently he got “that feriligator” and a typlosion. Not gen2, but he has a “really nice chariZard”
He was SUPER mad about the gym update since he had like 7 pokemon in gyms when it hit, but it hasn’t staunched his fervor. He’s just been buckling down and doing his best. He’s been saying stuff like “I have one raid pass waiting for a raid alert to pop” and I literally don’t know what that means??
But I know what you really want to know. What’s his magikarp situation??
He’s caught 1885 Magikarp.
That’s why he has so many gyrados and over 2k worth of candy. He says he has 5 “really nice” carp he could evolve if he wanted to. But… he doesn’t need to. I mean, look:
He described this as his “navy” and I think it’s pretty well stocked.
Also yes he caught a shiny: (older screencap so that’s why there’s fewer candies)
When we were in the Philippines together, he didn’t have data. And let me tell you: The man was borderline distraught to be away from his game for the 3 weeks we were away. Whenever we were at SM City he’d wander around and complain that there weren’t more pokestops or gyms within reach of the SM wifi. (Also he now has 4 pokemon shirts, all of which he brought on the trip)
HE HAS NEVER SPENT A PENNY??????????
Wow.
Does he have a red Gyarados??
1530 MAGIKARP CANDY W H A T
Behold the true pokemon god.
Pokedad is my favorite instinct player and I will never hear a word against him.
