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I really like it when horses look like this
Trinity Santos working as a lead deck hand during the summers of her last years of undergrad on a yacht in Croatia. Trinity spending her summer after graduating undergrad trying to decide whether she needs to take a deferral to save enough money for medical school instead of just starting in the fall.
Yolanda and Baran renting out the yacht as a 10 year anniversary gift to each other.
Trinity trying to keep it professional around Yolanda and Baran who are insistent on flirting with her and touching her every chance that they get.
âCanât you drive us on the jet ski?â
âNo, Santos is going to be on the paddle board with me.â
âTrinity, please put on my sunscreen?â
Baran catches her early one morning with a baseball hat on that is definitely not part of her uniform and Trinity is sure sheâs gonna get chewed out by her bosun, but instead he comes to her with red tipped ears letting her know that the boss told him that Trinity was not just permitted but encouraged to continue to wear the hat during this charter.
And God, Trinity is trying to keep it professional because sheâs making more money than sheâs ever seen working on this boat and she respects the boat owner.
Except they are getting more and more forward with her and she canât stop blushing around them. Each time they get off the boat, they want Trinity to be the one accompanying them no matter how much it drives her fellow crew mates crazy. Yolanda buying her jewelry when they stop at places that could finance her entire fall semester. Baran grabbing her wrist, her arms, her waist to direct her.
One of the last nights of their charter and they are sitting on the deck while Trinity is cleaning up the toys and she overhears their not at all subtle conversations about anniversary presents until Baran coos at Yolanda that she knows who she wants as a present.
And finally Trinity just says âyouâre going to make me lose my job.â
Yolanda smirks and says âgood, we leave in a two days and youâre coming home with usâ while Baran just grips Trinityâs arm and nods with those doe eyes that have Trinity in so much trouble.
On Saturday I said to my partner, as I have said for months, "A ten thousand dollar a year raise would solve so many of my problems."
As of this morning I was reluctantly looking for jobs because I love my job and don't want to leave it, but see: $10k raise problem solver.
As of noon today this was no longer an issue, because my boss called me with the news that I was getting a $10K merit raise.
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is roughly $200 extra per paycheck. Enough to pay off debt faster, rebuild my savings, and spend a weekend a month in Milwaukee getting obscenely laid. The sex I'm going to have on $200 extra per paycheck. You can't even.
May all of you get the $10K raise your soul has yearned for. And whatever level of sex you can be satisfied with for $200.
hey bestie i think ur post might be charmed 'cause you aren't gonna fuckin believe what happened today
this is going to sound like such a little sibling ass take but i genuinely believe that being a little bit annoying is actually a greater sign of maturity and self awareness than being universally likeable and on good terms with everyone
if some people find me annoying and can't stand me because of how i think and act then that means i'm a fully realized human being with my own personality and opinions and free will and not just a reflective surface for other people's desires, which is in fact a good thing despite what people who want you to just be a reflection of their own opinions and desires will tell you, and why being considered "cringe" or whatever doesn't bother me at all
also it's really funny when you're confident enough in yourself to know that people not liking you isn't always a sign that you're the problem. like there's something undeniably hilarious about being aware your mere existence has the power to piss someone off and ruin their day and i recommend embracing it.
Oh fucking thissss
adult life is truly just thinking âI NEED TO CLEANâ while dealing with the 17 other things that have a hard deadline
You are 60% water and every lake, river, pond, swamp, creek, and ocean you encounter wants to reclaim it desperately. Be careful out there.
Good, I hope it haunts everyone about to enter a body of water so bad that they wear a life jacket. đ
Every single person I knew (past tense) who has drowned was "a strong swimmer." Water in the wild does not care how good you are at swimming.
I mean this with all due respect:
You are not going to pass a skillcheck against a rip current once it has you.
Waves will not bow to your physical prowess no matter how impressive.
Shock does not care that you used to be on your school swim team.
If you hit your head, being good at swimming isn't going to turn you face-up while you're unconscious.
You may be unable to return to shore. Rescue may be unable to find you quickly.
Scheduling this for when weather starts warming up. Be careful swimming this summer
You are a bug in bug hell but your spider torturer so fucking bad at their job that the devil himself has to grab you with his gay pitchfork and help them
this is sillyy so tw for silly but the concept of victoria being cassie's "work wife."
it started as a passing joke between trinity and victoria, a mutual dig at how cassie seems to favour victoria over everyone, and so blatantly too, but then it caught on. victoria starts being called 'mrs. mckay' in their circle, but they all make sure that it doesn't actually reach cassie or any of their attendings because victoria doesn't want to explain her one-sided crush and longstanding pining for cassie, no thank you.
then, mateo slips up.
in his defence, there was an accident. not a big one but big enough to rattle the mundanity of their day.
victoria and cassie are on one of the cases, supporting robby as they work on the worst of the two patients wheeled in. the patient's losing too much blood from a through-and-through puncture from their stomach, but the adrenaline has rendered them awake, angry, swatting away at everyone and yelling when they come close. somehow, victoria got too close and the patient's fist made contact with her ribs.
robby's barking out orders, cassie has stepped back to check on victoria, and mateo, heâ
"aw shit, you okay, mrs. mckay?"
cassie stops, furrowing her brows because mateo should know that she's divorced; in fact, he's known longer than anyone so cassie wonders what's going on. only, mateo isn't looking at her. hell, it isn't even her reply that he is waiting for because the person he's looking atâthe person who replied to his questionâis victoria.
"what?" cassie asks because, seriously, what?
victoria jumps, but so does mateo and the two of them look at cassie with terror. or, well, victoria's looking at her like her whole life just came apart while mateo's shooting her a sheepish grin.
cassie parts her mouth to ask again, but the smell of antiseptic wafts to her nose and she remembers where she is. she turns, meeting robby who is just as confused, before they both fall back to the rhythm of their work.
victoria steps up beside her, wound up so tight that everyone can see she is distracted.
"later," cassie rumbles softly, keeping it private just for the two of them. "for now, we need you focused, mrs. mckay."
victoria gulps, looking at her with so much emotions that cassie feels her gums ache with the need to bite.
"okay," victoria whispers. "i- okay."
This has been my main argument against "AI" from the very beginning.
OpenAI scraped the entire web. All of which had been a labor of love from humans. Wikipedia is the backbone of a lot of LLMs, and that was volunteer human labor. They stole it and now they're selling it back to us.
And worse, they're trying to destroy the free sources that they stole from. It's destruction of human knowledge on an unprecedented scale. The burning of the library of Alexandria has nothing on this.
i got a fucking. advertisement on youtube. from google ai. saying. without sarcasm and with complete sincerity. "if shakespeare is too hard for you, you can always have our ai explain it to you." im gonna throw up. im gonna throw a molotov cocktail. if i see that ad again im reporting it for hate speech. how fucking dare you. i will kill you with my bare hands. with my exit pursued by a bear hands. i will tear google headquarters down brick by brick. im going to start biting people.
I can drink 3 cups of coffee and go straight to sleep, this is just one example of what is fundamentaly wrong with me as a person
dennis and trinity enter a marriage of convenience for the legal benefits bc being each otherâs emergency contact isnât enough sometimes and also for the tax benefits
they keep their last names and donât tell anybody about it and at some point they forget that theyâre even married
they realize the downside of this plan bc both of them are falling for their much older attendings (robby and baran) and donât feel like they can pursue them in good conscience while legally married
dennis and trinity have spent long nights lamenting about robby and baran respectively and know that theyâre too down bad for it to just be a crush
one day trinity walks up to dennis with a large folder and, in a not so subtle manner, abruptly says âhey huck, i think we should get divorced. I already found a lawyer and hereâs some paperwork. we can fill it out in the break roomâ
everyone stops what theyâre doing immediately.
no one had any idea that santos and whitaker were married, let alone that their marriage was apparently falling apart to the point where she would publicly declare divorce.
they all stop and watch whitaker to see how heâll react, expecting him to act shocked or hurt.
instead he just looks up from his computer and says, âyeah one sec. let me finish up this chart and iâll meet you in thereâ
santos nods and ruffles his hair before heading toward the break room. she doesnât notice the way everyone is staring at them.
the human body when you use it and exist in it
[Video description: Gritty is turning the crank on a flagpole to raise the Progress Pride Flag. He gesticulates angrily that the flag is not blowing in the wind, then gestures offscreen. The flag begins blowing. As Gritty begins raising the flag more, the camera pans out to show a man in a suit and sunglasses, looking like a stern Secret Service agent, is holding a leafblower that points at the flag. End description.]
This is a spot from an italian estate agency (we are governed by the right-wing party)
The woman says "Ridiculous..."
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[Video Description: An ad with piano music over it all, showing an elderly woman in her home, knitting, when two younger men walk by her window, which catches her attention. She stares out her window at them as they kiss each other while walking, the old lady staring in disbelief. Cut to the old woman approaching a residence with a broom in hand, staring up at the second floor window where a small rainbow Pride flag is hanging. The old woman stares up at it and mutters "Ridiculo", before getting up on a ladder with her broom to remove the flag. Focus on the flag fluttering to the ground as church bells chime. The scene then cuts to the couple from before, approaching their home with grocery bags in hand before one stops and stares at the second floor, stopping his partner who then drops the groceries as he too stares up. It's then revealed that the small pride flag had been replaced with a gigantic, hand-knit pride flag. It then cuts back to the old woman's home, where a tin of rainbow-colored yarn sits on her table. The hands of the old woman are holding and fondly touching an old black and white photo of two young smiling women, leaning against each other. Cut to the old woman's face as she stares out with a look of happy pride on her face. At the end of the video, the name "Idealista" appears on screen, followed by "buon pride" along with a rainbow. End VD.]
One correction:
The old lady is not in her home. She is at work. She's meant to be what in Italian is called "la portinaia", aka a cross between a doorwoman and cleaner of a residential building. She's in her small "office" space, at the entrance of the building, from where she can survey the coming and goings of the inhabitants. It's a job that has mostly disappeared, but is culturally very clear to us as having the connotation of "potentially gossipy, one-million-percent judgmental woman who sees everything that goes on in the apartment complex, knows everyone and their secrets, and has Strong Opinionsâ˘ď¸".
In this case, thankfully, the Strong Opinionâ˘ď¸ is that those two men are ridiculous with their teeny tiny flag for ants.
why is it that when someone is struggling mentally we always ask if they've tried therapy and never give them $5000
therapy:
another responsibility for the stressed person
requires time and money they probably don't have
takes a lot of luck and hard work and time to be effective
$5000
$5000