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Why do horror game protagonists always buy the worst flashlights? A flashlight that can kill a Dracula is like 20 bucks. Why are you grabbing grandma's old flashlight with a dying bulb from 1992 and going into the woods at night?

sinsinewave

i've seen exactly one game actually have an explanation, that being INFRA, where iirc everyone acknowledges the flashlight is shit, and the company the protag works for ordered new ones but they didn't arrive yet at the time the game starts out

asheep-asleep

Adding "not buying shit my boss should have got me months ago" to the lists of valid reasons to go into a wicked forest with a shitty flash light.

egophiliac

the squeakquel

(no worries, this is the last one) (...for now)

egophiliac

as penance, here's that Georgina/Dylla for y'all 🙇

fictionalgod

salmon-n-hazel

Dandelions

My print shop: INPRNT

1-nephthys-1

I am a day late but HAPPY TRANS DAY OF VISIBILITY ✨🏳️‍⚧️

This was an idea I had a couple months ago and needed to project it onto my Klapollo scrunklies somehow

kitsap-carvers

Some might say Tumblr is a terrible place to advertise a wood carving club. Some might say you can learn to carve wood for free with Kitsap Carvers three times a week from kind people eager to share their special intrests with anyone who wants to learn and there's more info at www.kitsapcarvers.org. Whose to say whose right and whose also right?

harajuno

What if he was a beautiful mermaid

illslegal

Never a dull day in Japanifornia courtrooms with these two

makingqueerhistory

Queer History Fortune Teller

Print off this queer history fortune teller at home and use it however you like!

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

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’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

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.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.