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Likes need shit

Primarily Yellowjackets, DND, and cosmere

Windrunner

Minors, terfs etc do not interact

Nazi bastards fuck off

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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.

#spilled ink #prose #idk exactly what this is saying tbh #posting my drafts #writing

questions-about-blorbos

when you reach enough amount of followers, you will encounter entitled people who think they can tell you what you can and can’t post on your own blog. always ignore those cunts

allthingswhumpyandangsty

occtis-spotted

I saw him at the Krusty Krab

Occtis Tachonis has been sighted at Bikini Bottom’s most popular restaurant!

ginawankenobi

Oh King Gus

A man who never wanted to be king but got saddled with it because he was too damn good at his job,

A man who was rejected by his father, lost the man who raised him, lost his uncles, lost his lover, and yet has never lost his hope or his kindness,

A man who gets called a tyrant for trying to do right by his people, and yet still loves and fights for all of his people including the ones who oppose him,

A man whose first and only thought after nearly dying and then witnessing what looked like an actual divine miracle was, “I need to tend to my fallen knight,”

What a man you are

paperbiter

pre crash shauna avoiding looking at allie's leg because the gore upset her, and instead focusing on comforting her :(

that-androgynous-lightweaver

thinking about Sel's shards as opposing maternal forces. dominion as in, "you are mine, and so I will destroy everything that stands in your way." devotion as in, "I am yours, and so I will sacrifice all that I have for you."

dol-makjarcoffeehouse

Bolaire Lathalia can be worn by someone voluntarily. Someone can wear him on purpose. He does not have to trick people into wearing him and take their lives and kill them. He can be worn by volunteers.

We know this. This is an established fact. This is how he worked up until he gained agency.

This is the context in which he kills.

In order to discuss whether or not he's a serial killer, you have to start with the fact that he deliberately chooses murder over pursuing other options, which he does have.

He can be worn by someone who chooses to wear him. He 100% knows this.

A lot of people have done a lot of murder apologia for Bolaire about how he has to do this for survival, but he doesn't. Like, flat out, he doesn't have to kill to continue to exist. He could choose to work with people and find compatible partners who are willing.

He doesn't.

#he doesn't!#bolaire lathalia #cr meta #critical role campaign 4 #critical role

doizy

IMO the best way for Wick to reappear without arousing too much suspicion is to pretend to have spent the whole time on a drunken bender.

"Yeah you told me there was no need to keep myself pure so I went to fetch the hot lion man I wanted to have sex with. Where he went afterward? I don't know, I was pretty blacked out. Kattigan? Oh you mean the wild man with the wolf? Yeah he was there too".

briarblackwellbooks

THEM

#cr spoilers #critical role #cr4 #cr4 spoilers #occtis x vaelus #occtivael #critical role spoilers

Can I go one fucking episode without Luis Carazo making me cry?

#critical role campaign 4 #critical role #critical role spoilers #azune nayar

fox-on-the-moon

Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck