will byers stan first human second
Game of Thrones Daily
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
cherry valley forever
Show & Tell

Kiana Khansmith
Cosimo Galluzzi
hello vonnie

Janaina Medeiros
Keni

tannertan36
wallacepolsom
KIROKAZE

JBB: An Artblog!

Love Begins

blake kathryn

titsay

Kaledo Art
RMH
trying on a metaphor

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Oman
seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from Uganda
seen from United States
seen from France

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Canada
@liver-ology
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.
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.
‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this
Okay okay so Steddie’s the typical popular guy x nerd ship right. But usually the idea is “popular guys learns that status isn’t everything and that sometimes you find real happiness with people you’d never talk to if you followed the ‘rules’” but Steve’s already learned that. By the time they meet he’s basically fixed. So you look closer and it’s actually EDDIE who needs to learn that categories are fake and if you judge someone without getting to know them you might miss out on someone actually perfect for you.
Does this make sense or am I rambling
drawing whatever i feel like in order to get back into drawing regularly
6 - RARITY!
i am soo fond of a steve harrington that used to regularly make out with his male friends and jerk off together. he just thinks it's Normal Guy Stuff and so it takes him ages to realize he's bi. even when he stares at eddie's mouth and wonders about what his dick looks like, steve thinks it's all just a typical part of being friends. he thinks eddie is the closest male friend he's ever had so of course the feelings are stronger than they were before!
thinkin about these guys again what the heck
also…who wants a commission? 🤨
orange sunlight
slowly posting finished work from my backlog
doomed
✴︎ BETRAYED STRAYS ✴︎
Fic where Robin and Nancy are sneaking around behind Steve’s back because Robin thinks he’ll be mad she’s dating his ex.
Except she never thought to explain it to Nancy.
Nancy who, this entire time, thinks she’s sneaking around with Steve’s girlfriend, and is trying her absolute best to not let the guilt eat her alive.
Cleo and Lewis making out in the middle of the cafe sends me. Look at this:
She is GRABBING HIS SHIRT. guys relax you're literally in public.
you have to be careful reading too many things that are good/smart/well-written bc then you encounter something that isnt and you get confused like ? why didnt they just make this good ? were they stupid
I’ll never stop thinking about how in season 3 nancy was faced with sexism that she faced head on and was then told by jonathan to just suck it up because this is how the real world was so she did and her natural course of action for the penthurst scheme was to blend in, dress up and suck up all the insults thrown her way and robin was the one who showed her other approaches work as well and yk what? Nancy never took shit from a man again AMEN
the "Jaws" theme plays when Jason swims nearby.
summer lesbyler <3