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i figured i should make a pinned after um. 12 yrs of being on this site or sumn
hi im pav!!!!! I dont tag most shit except for #beanboi (collected for my partner) and #pav talks for me sometimes saying things. I'm bi, use she/her pronouns and speak English and French (working on Japanese !!)
I mostly rb shitposts and cycle thru random fandoms :)
have a nice day !!!
Schism? Schism today?
Wow, I didn't have "catholic schism" on my 2026 bingo card
Schism today
Wondering how long they had this sitting on their computer waiting for the day to send it
As someone who has organized a gangbang, it is SO HARD to Wrangle People towards the sexy parts and away from the crafted table of snacks which just so happens to be in front of your book shelf and OMG you have THIS gaming System?? That was Kickstarter exclusive! Like, no. Stop. Please return the game book to the shelf and remove your clothes. Please?
well thank god it's not just me
favorite tags from the notes so far:
#throwback to that one time a platonic friend invited me to a swinger club#and his earnest reasoning was#'the buffet there is the best I have ever been to and it's so cheap we need to eat our way through the buffet together'#I didn't go but I have reliable sources that the buffet really is that good (via @notgreengardens)
#this has been the case at every single kink event i've been to#went to a fireplay demo once and it took like 45 minutes to get started because everyone was distracted by the host's pet lizard (via @glorious-spoon)
The best sex party I ever went to nearly stopped because someone taped a sheet to the back of sliding glass windows and were using dry erase markers to make diagrams. A bunch of math and physics PhD’s were helping a chemistry phd with a thorny problem and they cheered when they solved it. A board game night broke out and it was really hard to pry people away from the games, science and snacks for sex so someone put up a pole in the living room and four women started pole dancing while shouting instructions to the scientists and board game nerds.
Epic party, I think I shagged 8 women that night and I won a card game.
Why the: "ABSOLUTELY NO CODING IN THE FUCK PIT" rule exists.
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Among the many reasons I am clawing my life back from Google.
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you shouldn't have to but if you're feeling brave/brimming with spite:
GrapheneOS is a security and privacy focused mobile OS with Android app compatibility.
LineageOS Android Distribution
both have lists of supported devices and instructions, and it's relatively easy if you're already switching devices, unlocking the bootloader is the riskiest step as some phone manufacturers lock those down in shitty ways (more to get angry with; that's your fucking phone!)
oh my god it hurts
and it's going to hurt forever
every now and then I see people passing screencaps of these posts around, and in the months after I made this post there were people checking in on me assuming I was going through grief or depression or something
to set the record straight, the context is that I had covid and was bleeding from my throat and lungs, but for some ungodly reason, I was feverishly driven to drink lemonade and kept screaming and writhing because I was pouring fizzy lemon juice on open throat wounds
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No more sleeping with my phone within reach because I was having an extremely vivid dream that I was the victim of some sort of mass-poisoning. the notorious poisoner? "The Centipede Cult." They used a specific type of poison, referred to only by its chemical nomenclature, which I somehow remembered perfectly upon waking. It went: □□ Na({}^{2})
Because that makes sense. Anyway, this poison would submit me to its well-known and much-feared symptom: "17 Day Paralysis" in which you're paralyzed for exactly 17 days and you only chance of survival is to be on full machine support for 17 days.
Just before the medical team intubated me I remembered I have a Zoom meeting with my academic advisor today (I actually do in real life) and I needed to email him to let him know I was the victim of a mass-poisoning and would need to reschedule.
I kept trying to type the "□" symbol in my dream but could not figure out how and gave up.
I woke up in real life to find I'd begun drafting an email in my sleep to my professor in the Gmail app. I was apparently using talk-to-text (I often do because of my hand neuropathy) but speaking in Irish, which talk-to-text never understands, so other than the words in English "poison" and "centipede" the entire email was complete nonsense.
Somehow I managed to open the email correctly so it's like:
[Professor], a chara,
poison [absolutely incomprehensible] centipedes [absolutely incomprehensible] [absolutely incomprehensible] [absolutely incomprehensible] [absolutely incomprehensible] [absolutely incomprehensible]
So I just simultaneously did, and possibly didn't lose my job today :)
Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.
So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.
But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.
It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?
So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:
Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.
And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. 🎉.
So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".
So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.
I don't know what else to say aside from I've been laughing all day and I'm gonna have a hell of a time explaining Schrodinger's Unemployment to the benefits office.
Update that is not an update because I'm basically certain this isn't what actually happened:
My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.
Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.
Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.
Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).
Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues
(also shout out to the person who proposed Carmen Sandiego)
ACTUAL (partial) UPDATE:
According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.
Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.
For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.
So now I'm officially out of a job. Because my workplace was literally stolen in the night.
Actually fuck it let's share some photos cause I wouldn't be inclined to believe this myself. It's not like anyone can stalk me at my job now and I'm not gonna have to see any coworkers that might find my tumblr.
Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life
Aaand a close-up:
The last remains of a once Very Much Solid And Immobile Workplace
HEY HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE
via @kagaminilen
[cut to a kiosk on legs, sipping a boba, while wandering into the nearest forest on chicken legs]
Here you go @a-bit-too-dyscrasic
Betrayed and backstabbed by your scheming evil advisor? Psch. Skill issue. Absolute amateur problem. Just hire two of them and reward them for snitching on each other. Just make sure that neither of them is gay or they'll just end up hate-fucking each other and fucking you over all the same.
"hire two evil advisors but make sure neither of them is gay" are you hearing yourself right now. be serious
had a dream i was hanging out with the guy who plays the oldest brother in bridgerton. we were stuck in the waiting room at a pediatrics office for some reason. we sort of knew each other but only in passing so we were doing chitchat when a mom walked in and was like “oh you two look bored. you’re in luck! i have a bunch of toys to donate and some of them need assembled.” she was replacing all the old ancient yucky waiting room toys from like 2001. so she left us with this overly complicated playskool kitchen set to put together but it was made of wood and required allen wrenches.
we were both sitting there attaching different shelves to each other at maddening angles with impossibly small wrenches that made the whole process deliriously tedious when he said “we never had toys like this where I come from.”
i said, “In England?”
He said, with a soft sadness, “yeah.”
I said, “what kind of toys didn’t you have? kitchens? wooden?”
“Good quality. Nice toys. Almost no one had toys at all.”
I’ve been to England and seen toys, you understand. But I thought maybe he came from a background I didn’t know. I said, “Yeah, I grew up in a place where a lot of toys kids used were old and broken."
He said, "No, you don't understand; toys were illegal in the EU when I was a child."
I stopped screwing the stupid wrench.
"No, they were not."
"Yes, they absolutely were, really. It's true."
I said, "You're like, what? 4 years older than me?"
He shrugged.
I said, "My friends in the EU have all played with toys."
He nodded, "Black market."
I had no idea what to say. I knew he was lying, but I couldn't imagine the ends.
I said, "Ok. Well, sorry that happened to you."
We both started fitting more pieces together in silence, when I looked to the right and saw another donation box full of wooden building-blocks.
I said, "Oh! Blocks are so fun!"
He looked at the blocks sadly and said, "Is that what they're called? We called them turf. Because we used small cuts of turf. I've never seen real blocks."
I put down the stupid shelf and said, "WHAT are you TALKING about?"
"I already told you, toys were-"
"That's not true! That's patently not true! Toys were not illegal in England—in the EU—in the nineties!"
I realized I was being very loud and the receptionist was looking at us, so I stopped.
He said, softly, "We didn't play, either."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Oh, what did you do then?"
He kept working and said with a total casualness that enraged me, "Toiled, mostly."
I said, "OH my god!"
Then a nurse interrupted us both. He said, "Excuse me. Your child's appointment is done."
It was at this moment I remembered I had a child, which shocked me so terribly that I woke up.
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Me stepping out of the optometry office after slamming four lokos with the doctor and immediately meeting the love of my life (but I have social anxiety)
I smiled at this post but the reply pointing out that they're trying and failing to emulate Madoka Kaname pushed me over the edge into hysterics
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