Stand Tall and Shake the Heavens

Call me Valerie. She/her 30. If you wanna find me on video games or steam or something, I usually go by upLync. T4T Lesbian.

[smoqueen-deactivated20251108]

there’s tens of thousands of people on here who do not know who “Jin Kazama” is, the main character of the tekken franchise, but will happily talk to you about Prototype Jack, who is perhaps the most unpopular and reviled character in the series

[cerastes]

I do think it’s a bit funny that Nine-Ball is a Frankenstein’s Monster situation: Nine-Ball is the name of the Armored Core, you’re thinking of Hustler One, pilot of the Nine-Ball.

[cerastes]

Nuh uh, Lana Nielsen is real and she loves me. Incidentally, all of my enemies know where I am at all times.

[tentativenewtype]

[cerastes]

My cute girlfriend is so tsundere! She’ll resupply me soon enough. I can’t wash the blood off my hands. They don’t stop coming. Two mags left. She’ll get to the dere part aaaany minute now.

[dapper-lil-arts]

More Ragapom with stacked Ragatha. i'm obssessed

[foxgirl-cock]

if you are fat and slutty you NEED to stay alive. you Have to. im so serious

[caffichai]

Mon3tr Bratty Fairy

(Past Patreon poll winner!)

[tatatasoma]

[daughter-of-sapph0]

happy pride

[lindleland]

[learningtogirl]

I've seen this clip many times, but never really appreciated the power of "what was her problem?" Just casually assuming that lesbians come in a wide variety of shapes and being inclusive. As a transbian who is probably still closer to Homer shaped than to my ideal, that's huge!

[soyalexnajera]

[stupidfuckingdeer]

Gundam fans will be like “Bandai we need an MG of this Mobile Suit!!” and the suit will be called “Pēnits Kùmmer” and have appeared in one panel of a side manga that’s never been translated from Japanese. Then you look up Pēnits Kùmmer and it’s like the sickest fucking mecha design you’ve ever seen

[sleepyquietgirl]

hey hey come on lets kiss hey come on hey hey

[shorimp]

Companion fairy that won't shut up energy

[hauntedchronicler]

the mutuals are getting mythological about the trials of modern life tonight on tumblr dot com

[rubyflume]

[x-wingisaac]

tomodachar life

[akeemichan]

[bunnymedley]

you need to actively seek out your nearest small penis glasses girl so you can nurture and cherish her like the littlest princess in the land

[unhealthyfetish]

[luxmoogle]

Last years draft vs. this years finished version

[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.