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This is somewhat reassuring
At a grocery store before I had top surgery there was a couple Infront of me. The guy was pointing at random folks around and saying to the girl, “I’d fight hit for him, I’d whoop him for you, I’d beat him for you.” She nods toward me and says “what about this dude behind you?”. I have my headphones in (without music) and I see the guy glance behind himself at me, make a face and look back to her. “Nah, girl, did you see his chest? He could probably knock me out with his pec, girl” Honestly it was a life changing event.
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When people ask me about my “current feelings”.
When pickup lines and dad jokes collide. (via salgueronatalie)
I’ve been thinking about liminal spaces a bit tonight. And truck/rest stops are often considered to be liminal spaces. Having family a few states over, I’m no stranger to family road trips and, by extension rest stops. There is one thing about them that I’ve thought about for years.
People work there.
There are people who are not just passing through, but show up day after day, clock in, work for hours, and then go home. Where do they live? What are they like? Are these liminal spaces no longer liminal for them? Its a set destination for them now.
What sort of weird shit do they see every day that they just sigh and return to mopping the floor? The unusual that is just another day on the job. That weird otherworldiness at 3am but whatever I’m on a break.
Perhaps they are immune to the effects of the passing spirits mixing with the mundane, cause how can you be in a liminal space if its your job? Maybe they are special caretakers that keeps the spirits moving on their way, giving directions to things no one else is supposed to see.
Either way they aren’t paid enough to deal with this shit.
so i work at a highway servo in a small rural town and i’ve done so for about a year. and 100% the creepy shit doesn’t stop, but you do sort of become resigned to it. like in the beginning i once screamed because saw myself in the mirror behind the milk and thought it was not me. but here’s some stuff i guess:
we keep the doors locked because crime exists so they make a beep sound when someone’s waiting to enter, but the amount of times i have checked the monitor and there has been nothing and no one there is not enough to say ‘general sensory problem’ but just enough for my anxious personality to be wary of the ghosts.
occasionally i discover large strange bugs i have never seen before that apparently only exist in the dead of a hot summer night. i also watch a lot of spiders crawl across the outside cameras.
once a man came in around 2am – no car, just wandered off the highway – and took every sausage roll and walked out without paying. which okay, theft happens. but he did it, looking into my eyes, and did not say a word as i called after him. he just walked in calmly, looked into my soul, remained entirely silent, and casually robbed the place. i was shook.
a cousin of mine who had been missing for three months once showed up.
and there’s this totally dead period between 3 and 5 where i usually mop the floors. which is why its weird when i find footsteps in my clean floors after ive finished.
plus, time passes differently in the freezer room . i fill up four full fridges worth of coke and red bull and other assorted soft drinks in fifteen minutes – like i’m not trying that hard its really not possible. and i know that because when i do the three fridges that cant be filled from behind, it takes me more like forty minutes or more.
i get strange customers who come in asking for directions with out-dated melways who don’t own phones and seem misplaced in time somehow but are always so very thankful. sometimes they ask for directions to places ive never heard even tho i’ve lived in the area my entire life.
or i get the same person at the same time to get the same thing every day. they have the same greeting and we have the same conversation like we’re stuck in a time loop. these pod people always come between 4 and 5am.
and i can safely say, you will never know fear until there is a 3am power outage in a storm and you are blanketed in absolute darkness so suddenly your heart stops beating. and then you have been outside in said storm taking out the rubbish and become soaked through like a drowned rat with only the weird glow of ur phone light with a painful 3% battery life to guide you.
overall its just a strange environment: deathly silent, with flickering fluorescent lights and grime in the back store that no matter how hard i try to clean never comes away and footsteps in the newly moped floor even tho there hasn’t been a customer and this room at the back entirely empty save only for ancient promotional material for products i’ve never heard of that makes me feel uneasy.
Slugs ??????
IT TOOK ME A MINUTE BEFORE I REALISED WHAT THE HELL THIS MESSAGE WAS.
Ok so basically, when Nyx, Sash and I moved into our place we would put our washing up on the clothes horse in the kitchen. We’d come down in the morning and find the washing with like weird silver marks all over them?? We just couldn’t figure out what the hell was causing it. Was our washing machine broken? Was there something wrong with the conditioner we were using???
Then one night, Nyx and I are in bed watching a film and - listen right - I am weak for hot milk and honey. Weak. So I decide that I have a hankering for that and it’s like…gone midnight, right? Off I go on an adventure to go make hottie’s for Nyx and I.
Turn the lights on in the kitchen and head over to the stove to start making the hot milk and I turn slightly and suddenly I’m stood in something squishy and slimey and I compose myself - maybe there’s food on the floor that someone dropped??
Shift my foot, look down and theres the fattest fuckign slug I’ve ever had the misfortune to see. (leaking slightly now because I stood on it) I hate slugs. I don’t know why but I just, can’t handle them. I start freaking out, back up towards the door and as I’m looking at that slug, I notice another slug to the right of it. And then another. Suddenly I’m very aware of at least six slugs in my vicinity just slugging around and I can’t deal. I get Nyx down and she clears the slugs from the kitchen for me.
Every night after that we did slug check and the kitchen pretty much became Slug Hell, Relm of the Slugs. We did everything we could to try and figure out how the fuck these bastards were getting in, we put salt down we did everything and they just kept coming.
Then one day just…. stopped.
Where did the Slug Army go? We aren’t sure. Maybe they’re regrouping, maybe they’ve given up the battle. But we have never forgotten and we will never forgive.
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Kojima is never wrong
THINGS U SHOULDNT SAY TO AN ARTIST WHILE THEYRE DRAWING
SEE ALSO “WHY IS HE/SHE NAKED” iM NO T DONE YE T SMARTASS
“OMG WHY DOES IT HAVE BOOBS YOU PERV” IT’S A GIRL I’M DRAWING A FUCKI GN GIRL.
“Why isn’t the rest of it shaded?” BECAUSE I’M STILL SHADING THE FUCKING FACE FUCK NUGGET
“Hey you missed that bit” DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM FCKINGNSM FINISHED U NIPPLE WANK
nipple wank
“Did you draw that?” YOU ARE WATCHING ME DRAW THAT!
“Who is it??” “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??”
^ that last one though
it’s real concerning that you got sheltered kids on here calling each other abusers and isolating each other for having normal arguments/miscommunications in relationships though
can someone explain what this means
kids who havent really lived social lives in public come on here and get in relationships and when they do that they tend to misunderstand things like sometimes you disagree with the person you’re dating and that doesnt make the relationship abusive
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