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Hi! I'm Java. 20. Filthy Sydneysider. It/its or he/him.

I draw. I write. I'm not French but I speak it. Supposedly an obscure media enthusiast. Avid collector of physical media. Average rhythm gamer. Toyota HiLux driver. Self-proclaimed network security technician and your local tech support. No DNI. If I don't like you then I'll just block you.

I reblog a lot of polls for some reason

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robotfuckerconfessions-2

all rise for the national anthem 🫡

#reblog #MY FAVOURITE AUSSIE NINAJIRACHI!!!!!!!

cloudabserk

grace is like rocky be honest am i too clingy? and rocky is like grace i would mind meld with you if i could.

#reblog #project hail mary

schmeltastic

The fact that Markiplier could very possibly see this is a fact that my body is rejecting like an organ transplant

#reblog #project hail mary #holy fuck the xenonite prosthetic is such a good idea #i might steal that actually that's sick as fuck #iron lung

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.

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vampireautism

there is an IMAGE in my HEAD and i cannot DRAW IT. hatred and rage.

flowerflamestars

there is a CONVERSATION in my HEAD and I cannot WRITE IT. rage and hatred

ocean-stuck

there is a VIDEO in my HEAD And i cannot ANIMATE IT. hage and ratred

y2kbugs-moved

There is a GAME in my HEAD and I cannot CODE IT. Ratred and hage.

unscharf-an-den-raendern

there is a SONG in my HEAD and I cannot COMPOSE IT. haged and rate.

gender-luster

there is a MOVIE in my HEAD and i cannot FILM IT. raged and hate

yahooo-official

there is a CRAFT in my HEAD and i cannot BUILD IT. snage and snatred

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knighthearts

happy pride month for it/its users, polyamorous people, xenogenders, non-transitioning trans people, and other "weird" identities. btw

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videntefernandez

it has come to my attention that I've drawn Ted/AM being suggestive but never actually doing it

#reblog #ihnmaims #nsfw #nsft #man i wish that were me. pensive emoji

crippled-peeper

if you polled the average trans person in the real world and you asked them if they thought trans men were, by nature of being men, inherently misogynistic predatory incels, their response would probably be “what the fuck are you talking about?” and “are you, like, okay?”

cornona

where’s that meme that’s like “we asked queer elders and they asked if we were cops”

cornona

found it

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crowcaws

"The plan to bring driverless taxis to Sydney" ah yes let's put the Hallucination Robots in charge of getting people around Sydney, famous for its excellent road network that is not at all set out like a clump of hair in a shower drain.

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cheeseanonioncrisps

Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:

“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”

“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”

Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”

“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”

“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”

“WHY QUESTION???”

cheeseanonioncrisps

To celebrate Erid getting their sun back on track, Grace asks for some alcohol. There's a small amount left from the Hail Mary and Rocky offers to take it to the science Eridians to see if they can synthesise more.

“Grace want this liquid for celebration.”

“Of course.” They scan it. “You have wrong liquid. This contain compounds which are poisonous for humans.”

“Yes yes yes. Grace say humans like feeling of being slightly poisoned.”

“WHY QUESTION?????”

cheeseanonioncrisps

Grace is like one of those extremely finicky tropical fish who instantly die if not kept in extremely specific conditions.

Only here the fish can talk and keeps asking you to make it vodka.

#reblog #project hail mary

thisisdaddyspage

Daddy needs to go for A DRIVE

#reblog #me all the time

undasura

the potion that turns anime boys into cartoony anime boys

#reblog #gundam

catofchaos

The Elder Sister

Finally finished my mermay drawing- what do you mean it’s June?

#reblog #friend's art #look!!!! look at my girl!!!!!!!#look at my friend's art they've done so well RB THEIR ART 💥💥💥

thestuffedalligator

There’s a certain folkloric idea that if you die at sea, your soul is sort of. Inextricably stuck in the sea. Because your body is irretrievable, your soul is also irretrievable, down out of the reach of the gods who look at the surface of the world. In Norse mythology, they said that the souls of sailors who died at sea are caught in the sea-goddess Rán’s net and dragged into her domain, a distinct and separate afterlife alongside Hel and Valhalla. Davy Jones Locker. The funayūrei. A lot of cultures agree that once the sea has a hold on you, even when your body has rotted and dwindled and been made food for crabs, it still won’t let you go.

Do you think we’re going to wind up saying the same thing about astronauts.

#reblog

wingkink

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

#reblog