#work is stupid

[dickspooky]

I just wanna lie around playing with my doodle today

[visionsofpandora]

Stepping away from AFOP for a minute because I need to rant and it's only fucking Monday. I know that at my age I am now considered "old" but wtf man... working with boomers/old people makes me want to explode. No wonder nothing gets done with most of them, do you want me to actually do the work or spend 5 hours making comments on your task list? All that just for you to not read them and send me MORE comments on every single task SHOWING me that you didn't read anything I already spent time to write? How do you manage to turn every tool meant to be helpful into a fucking nightmare that takes more time than it's supposed to? I fucking hate that out of anything, this is the world that humans chose to create. Stupid and meaningless all for a piece of paper with an imaginary worth assigned to it. This is the fucking equivalent of my boss being paid 5x more than me to not be able to open a PDF on their own. Fuck.

[dontshootmespence]

I don’t want to be an adult. I wanna write.

[mommygyno]

I've recovered enough that I think I can return to work now :(

[t3andcrumpets]

Life has a way of humbling you and running you over with a truck at the same time.

Work is going through a remodel and losing people hand over fist, so my schedule keeps changing. No kind of consistency (not that I really did before), so I'm just kind of hanging in. We had a big corporate to-do day before yesterday that prompted me to ask "on a scale of 1-10, how fired am I?" (To which I was told that I am not and I'm excelling at my job. WTF.) I'm stressed and just trying to hang in till my vacation at the end of March, beginning of April, when I can escape and go do ALL THE THINGS.

[asukamood]

Unfinished wips #1

So I’ve recently dug out those wips from my Docs that I’m likely not to finish and I went: Why not publish them since I’m gonna die because of hs again?

So here we are, “enjoy” your “reading”

(Emphasis on the quotes since there is a reason why I’ve never finished them)

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Life sucks: A documentary (This is legitimately the title I gave it)

Panic at the disco? More like panic in the office. (Dreamswap setting)

Synopsis: Blue catches Dream in the middle of a panic and helps him calm down. They were then supposed to do some couple things my single butt cannot comprehend but I said no apparently.

***

When Blue woke up this morning, he wasn’t expecting anything interesting to happen today. He thought everything would play out like usual: he would wake up, do his routine and then go bother the leader of Justice Reigns.

He wasn’t expecting to find the said leader in the middle of a panic attack.

It was simple. He had stepped in, a smile on his face, ready to nag the older one about how his attempt at upgrading his security system was a complete failure as it may have been the fifth time he changed it.

His grin quickly faltered though upon noticing something was amiss. For starters, the blonde-haired man had given no reaction to Blue’s presence.

Not a single scold or sigh, nothing. He would have thought he was ignoring him if it wasn’t for the fact the man was also shaking like a leaf in the wind.

One of his arms was raised and Dream’s eyes were fixated on his right hand, which looked strangely… straight. It wasn’t shaking as badly as his other limbs yet by the look on his face, it seemed to be the source of the complete dread in his irises.

His breaths also sounded forced and short, they came in wheezes, like how a drowning man fighting for his life would sound like.

Blue rushed toward him immediately, concern immediately taking over. Whether he was a good 10 feet away from him or merely inches away, he still looked unaware of the other’s presence, still obnubilated by his static hand.

“Dream?” His breath quickened slightly but he didn’t seem to acknowledge his presence yet. “Dream!”

He repeated this time louder which finally seems to affect him. He flinched, eyes darting in his direction and glistening with shock.

“… Blue?” His voice was barely louder than a whisper but it was enough for the teacher, at least he could still recognize him.

Blue nodded, cupping his cheeks. “Can you hear me? Nod if you understand.” Dream’s head moved up and down. “Good, at the count of three we’ll take a few deep breaths together okay?”

“One.” Dream’s eyes kept darting between Blue’s face and his hand.

“Two.” The latter tightened his grip on his face which ultimately caused Dream to keep his attention on him.

“Three.” As he had described earlier, Blue started to take a few exaggerated breaths slowly, watching the other carefully. It took a few seconds but the winged man imitated him soon after, finally gaining back some colors.

A few minutes of that exercise were needed for Dream to be breathing normally again and once that was done, a long sigh escaped him as he slouched onto his chair.

“Better?” Blue already knew the answer to that but it never hurt anybody to ask for confirmation.

A simple nod was all he got for an answer and to put on top of everything, Dream wasn’t even looking in his direction anymore. His irises moved back to look at his hand.

“Do you know why…” Should he just straight-up name what he saw? Probably not, there was no way Dream would willingly talk about it then. “This happened?”

His eyebrows furrowed at the question. He wasn’t exactly angry, just as confused as he was.

“No.” He shook his head with one hand on his forehead, eyes a little hazy. “I don’t know what happened either, I just… I was just working and…”

***

Fateful Night

Synopsis: The untold tale of the night Dream and Nightmare were snatched by the Tree of Feelings aka Nim.

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In the dead of night, two men stood side by side in front of the Tree of Emotions. One held an axe and the other, a large bag. Their goal? Steal the golden apples of said tree. Everyone in the universe knew that this was forbidden, that if they were caught, divine punishment would await them.

The two of them had different reasons to be here but they were here together nevertheless, they tried to climb the tree but before they could do this, a green spirit emerged from the tree and sent them flying, bodies rolling on the ground.

Panic soon filled them and they stared at the spirit, terror in their eyes.

“Fools.” The phantom, also known as Nim, spat out with venom in her pristine white eyes. “You are utter fools, you have been warned, countless times.” She floated closer to them, because she didn’t possess any legs before stopping right at their level. “Yet you still chose to come here.”

She shook her head in disapproval, a sigh escaping her mouth. “Just killing you won’t be enough to make you learn their lesson.” Roots came forth from the ground. “Therefore, the price of your greed…” There was a pause. “will be your sons.”

[wild-aloof-rebel]

Hope you're doing okay Leslie! Read the baseball fic again and thought about you.

thanks, anon 💗💗💗 i'm always glad to know people are still enjoying the baseballverse, and i hope i can get back to working on the latest part of the series soon

[ipreferlush]

Me, in my bed: I am a cozy little caterpillar.