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Shadowheart cover girl fanart, with little tummy
Commission for Baldurawka 😊
You know on the rare occasion that I do get a job interview the person interviewing me usually tells me that I interviewed really well in comparison to other people they’ve interviewed and that they like my answers to interview questions and yet they never hire me so tbh I’m starting to wonder what these people are looking for exactly
the thing about job searching is i see all these job postings and im like i dont wanna do any of this for any of you
My Nocturne/Shadowheart piece for the @coloursofthegate zine :)
having the Aviation Accident Investigations Autism™️ has actually done wonders for the way I process and respond to my own fuck-ups
And I don't just mean "oh, my little work mistake is actually nothing compared to a fiery crash that kills people," either. The reason commercial flight is so many orders of magnitude safer than any other form of transportation is because after every accident and incident, an independent regulatory body investigated it with the express goal of figuring out exactly what happened, why, and how to prevent the same thing from ever happening again—not to root out which person deserved the blame or the liability.
It's a simple, shockingly effective idea. It's also worlds away from how most people approach their own mistakes and the mistakes of others.
Because it’s never just one person’s fault. And even when it is, it still isn’t.
The sharpest, best-trained pilots make worse decisions when they're tired or sick or stressed out, so there's two of them. The most dedicated and experienced air traffic controllers garble an instruction over the radio sometimes, so pilots are trained to always repeat clearances back to catch misunderstandings quickly. The best and brightest maintenance mechanic still overlooks a screw or misconnects a wire once or twice in her career, so aircraft systems are built with two or three or four layers of redundancy, and pilots are exhaustively trained to deal with failures safely.
Everyone eventually has a bad day. Every component breaks down. Every computer gets a bad a Windows update and spirals into a reboot doom loop. If it’s possible for one person’s mistake to domino into a mushroom cloud of a fuckup, then that task is too critical to be one person's sole responsibility. The accident sequence starts with the design of the system—so how do you improve the system to keep it from happening again?
oh yeah. The “modern commercial aviation is the safest form of transport” thing only applies to planes, btw. A helicopter is a beautiful metal horse that wants to break its legs and die so so so badly
anti-doomerism has actually improved the way I handle my depression. I’ll think something like “I have nothing to look forward to, everything is getting worse and it’s not getting better” and then I’ll be like “whoa, cringelord. you sound like an emo 14 year old. you’re not helping anyone or anything with that misanthropic hopeless attitude. grow the fuck up.” and I bully myself back into participating in life, because depression and the associated dark thoughts are so cringe
seeing girls faces after i lift them into my arms and hearing them say no one’s done that before makes hitting the gym so worth it. i wanna make every single girl over 6 ft tall feel like a precious little princess because you all are. i love you. i do all of this for you.
you’re liftable. i could lift you. i promise. you deserve it.
at the end of the day its about making ur life as lesbian as possible
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buy her a sculpted bronze cuirass... and fuck her in it!
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i think its a lil sad how often people will like restrain themselves from exploring new identities and hobbies because they don't want it to be an "embarrassing phase" because honestly i think its way cooler to have a diverse and varied lifestyle that you can look back on and say "omg i used to love doing that!" and apply those skills and interests to something else.
The problem with being low support needs is that people mentally autocorrect that to “no support needs” and then proceed to give you absolutely nothing and then get surprised when you implode after six months.
partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that
If Ratatouille mechanics were real, there would be a whole market of businesses offering the services of operating rats to people who want them, and it'd be like how bees produce honey. People in the rat business would be so exhausted of having to explain over and over again that no, the rats aren't being exploited. If the rats didn't like how they're being treated, they would simply not return. There's no goddamn way to force a rat to be so passionate about playing the saxophone that they'll figure out how to puppeteer a human to do it for them. All that the business does is finding a way to put that specific rat in the hair of someone who's about to go on stage.
The rats 100% think the businesses are being run for their benefit and worry about the humans being exploited.
A rat manager who is a rat and deals on their end of the deal is exhausted of having to explain over and over again that look, an average fully grown adult human being is like 200 times your weight, their hands are very fast and they can throw things better than you want to imagine. If one of them things didn't want you in their hair, you're not going to stay there for long. You'd be yote out the window in two seconds flat.
It's a funny thing, to lust after someone and slowly over time, the more you get to know them, you see that lust turn into something more. What started as "I want to fuck you" is slowly turning into "I want to hold your hand and travel the world with you." Lust isn't bad per say, it's spicy and if cultivated it can be filling, like a strong liquor it burns in your belly. But this other, it's nourishing, it's almost like it's life sustaining. "How did I live before you?" starts popping up in my mind. "How will I get through this work day without you?" becomes the norm. Every moment with you seems to fly by far too fast, and every moment without you seems pointless.