sorry kids daddy lost all his money betting on rhinoceros beetle fights again there won't be a christmas this year
good news babies, momma just cleared some chump of everything. Two christmases this year. God i love beetles fighting
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sorry kids daddy lost all his money betting on rhinoceros beetle fights again there won't be a christmas this year
good news babies, momma just cleared some chump of everything. Two christmases this year. God i love beetles fighting
"Guys, I think... that isn't Caine anymore."
My design of crashed-out Caine!
When Caine found Kinger
Other variations under the cut because I like them :3
well i hope that cruel angel got into grad school
how it is apparently
girl having her fifth meltdown of the week on your dash just texted you "hi"
Rb to give gender euphoria to the person you reblogged it from
Me: *touching my girlfriend*
My girlfriend: *touching me*
Me (thinking to myself): This is so fucked up of me. I'm being so selfish rn. I'm getting to feel her touch AND to touch her. What's she even getting in return? Probably nothing comparable.
never thought this day would come but iām currently having a customer service experience so bad right now that iām defecting from the employee regiment and joining the customers in their next battle. i donāt know who i am anymore.
experience that makes me research local customer service supervisors for a global corporation and tag them in a LinkedIn post, to fall upon their mercy.
long story short i have worked for a call center in customer service before and i knew something was not working out. i've had to call about this issue 5 times in 4 weeks because it's still not resolved, and each time the conversation has ended i've asked for an email confirmation of our conversation and a ticket number so i can call back and reference it with a new representative.
well every time i've called, the new representative has been like "i'm so sorry, but there's no ticket by that number. i have no record of you ever calling about this. i'll start a ticket for you."
finally, the fifth time i nearly burst into tears of frustration and i said "i don't want you to start a ticket for me, because it will be the sixth ticket created for this same issue. every week, one of your colleagues tells me they'll create a a new ticket for me, and then nothing happens."
they said, "i'm sorry but i have no record of those tickets existing." and i was like i KNOW. but they doooooo what is happening.
finally i got transferred to a supervisor's supervisor.
if you've ever worked in online customer service, you know that when a customer calls with a problem, you create a "ticket" that puts that issue into the system. if you can't resolve it, it goes into a ticket queue, where other people with the ability to resolve it select it, put it into their personal working queue, and resolve it.
well after 30 minutes of searching, this supervisor tells me, dumbfounded, that she's discovered a completely unique queue she's never seen before, where my tickets have been going somehow. a pocket universe queue that no one has access to or can edit or select from, not even her. she has no idea what's happening. she's like "yes, here are all your tickets, and no one can open them or comment on them or resolve them.....this is crazy......" and it's JUST my tickets in there. no one else's. of tens of thousands of customers.
all professionalism fell by the wayside. i told her i've worked with those queues before and also found that totally wild. she was like "what the hell is going on...." and talked me through everything she was seeing and how gobsmacked she was. we were both like "this is one for the books truly"
tells me she's going to have to bring this up above herself because this is a really big error on like, a coding level, that she has no idea how to resolve. tells me she will personally call me back tomorrow to update me.
four days pass with no word.
i call customer service again. random agent. explain the entire situation, including that last bit.
agent says "i'm sorry but i have no record of those tickets existing. i'll have to start a ticket for you. rest assured, it will be resolved."
i said, "no it won't be. it never will be. because they're in the special queue."
clearly not believing me, they said, "i've heard nothing about that. i'll start a new ticket for you."
see i think when a Final Girl kills a Slasher she should automatically inherit his mantle
Princess girls and Puppygirls are both different manifestations of wanting to be loved in a way you haven't felt without having to kill yourself to earn it.
"Villainess" princess girls on the other hand can't accept they actually deserve that love or admit that they need is so they dress it up as something they are taking from you.
Cat girls want to be loved but don't want to be overwhelmed
Knight girls and maid girls are convinced they have to earn the love they're missing by becoming essential to someone else.
Being raised with the expectation that we would perform masculinity left us all with a hole in our hearts that nobody taught us to patch and we're doing the best we can.
I love you, trans women.
I swear to god those sick fucks better not be selling hand crafted artisan goods
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They are so stupid, I love them so so much
wore a white dress and walked in the rain to the barracks so all the knights could see my skin peeking through the fabric and i said āoh my, excuse me ladies, it seems i got myself lost in the downpour⦠iām all alone and no one even knows iām hereā¦ā and they just gave me warm clothes and made me soup so i didnāt catch a cold and escorted me back to my room. i fucking hate chivalry
āBe alluringā, one said, ābe helplessly demure,ā the other said.
Yet when I did this āwhole white dress in the rainā bit the knight I wanted to kiss told me I rather looked like a drowned cat. Never fucking again. Shut up Chit.
when your dog looks back at you on a walk like heh... we are really walking right now man
Youll pay for erasing her role in this story