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#IT IS NOT A JOB. SHUT.
frostbite-merun · 7 months
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I viscerally hate build-talk when it comes to games (video or ttrpg) because it's never 'I based my entire kit off of ice damage because it's pretty and here's how I did it' it's always 'IF YOU DON'T PLAY THIS GAME MADE FOR HAVING FUN IN THE MOST OPTIMAL WAY POSSIBLE AND DON'T MAKE NUMBERS AS BIG AS POSSIBLE THEN YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT IDIOT'
Like shut the fuck up maybe? Possibly? Please?
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inkskinned · 5 months
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i think a lot about exactly 1 thing from the roman empire: the concept of bread and circus. the idea was that if your population was fed and entertained, they wouldn't revolt. you are asking us to give up our one small life, is the thing - for under 15 dollars an hour.
what would that buy, even. i am trading weekends and late nights and my back health. i am trading slow mornings and long walks and cortisol levels. i am trading sleep and silence and peace. for ... this. for what barely-covers-rent.
life really is more expensive right now. you aren't making that up. i make almost 3 times what i did 5 years ago, and despite an incredibly equal series of bills - i am still struggling. the most expensive line item i added was to own a dog. the money is just evaporating.
we were okay with it because it's a cost-benefit analysis. i could handle the customer harassment and standing all day and the manager's constantly changing temperament - i was coming home to hope, and my life planned in a blue envelope. three hours would buy me my dog's food for a month. i can give up three hours for him, for his shiny coat and wide, happy mouth. three days could be a new mattress, if i was thrifty. if i really scrimped and saved, we could maybe afford a trip into the city.
recently i cried in the car about the price of groceries.
business majors will be mad at me, but my most inflammatory opinion is that people should never be valued at the same place as products. your staff should not be a series of numbers in an excel sheet that you can just "replace" whenever you need something at that moment. your staff should be people, end of sentence.
it feels like someone somewhere is playing a very bad video game. like my life is a toy. like someone opened an app on their phone and hired me in diner dash ultra. they don't need to pay me well or treat me alright - they can always just show me the door. there is always someone more desperate, always someone more willing.
but i go to work and know i could save for years and not afford housing. i am never going to own my own home, most likely. i have no idea how to afford her ring, much less the wedding. my dog doesn't have his own yard. everything i love is on subscription. if i lose my job, i have no "nest egg" to catch my falling.
this thin life - they want me to give up summer for it. to open my mouth and throat and swallow the horrible hours and counted keystrokes. they want me to give up mountains and any non-federal holiday. to give up snow days. to give up talking to my mom whenever i want. to give up visiting the ocean and hearing the waves.
bread and circus worked for a while, actually. it was the kind of plan that would probably now be denounced by republicans as socialist commie liberal pronoun bullshit.
but sometimes i wonder if we should point them to the part of the history book that says: it worked until it didn't.
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malyen0retsev · 1 year
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i wish everyone who made kit connor feel he had to come out a very merry FUCK YOU. you forced an eighteen year old into coming out publicly, before he was ready, when he stated many many times he wanted to keep it private. how many more times does this shit have to fucking happen before some of you fucking clock that YOU CANNOT QUEERBAIT IN REAL LIFE. this is the natural end to the discourse of ‘if somebody is in the public eye playing a queer person they owe us their sexuality’, and it’s DEEPLY FUCKED UP, they do NOT owe you an answer, and this mindset JUST FORCED AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD TO OUT HIMSELF BEFORE HE WAS READY TO
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wearecrowley · 6 months
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good omens crack 2 of ∞
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hypewinter · 7 months
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The street kids of Gotham were acting off. Which wasn't saying much considering they were always acting suspicious but for the last few weeks the kids had been acting different somehow. They were a little too organized. Jason finally decided to look into it and found that the street kids really had organized under one leader. Which was concerning to say the least. Jason figured their leader was some asshole who was about to forfeit his rights to knee caps but instead he found it was some spooky teen from out of town. It was still suspicious but he figured as long as the kid wasn't causing any trouble he'd leave things be. For now.
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mazeyphaedra · 30 days
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was rewatching fabian’s baron moment on account of it being the most delicious piece of pvp in my recent memory and ally beardsley’s growth as a player just shone through so brightly and with such clarity. after dusting off their shock they immediately asked about the nemesis ward, had enough knowledge about fellow pcs stocked to remember adaine’s ac with such like frustrated confidence and certainty, suggested to siobhan to dimension door out of adaine’s room, like. they came into this making a character with 4 dex. and now the dice deity offered to roll a check to sense if adaine was in danger. making decisions, asking questions, getting invested in the story, trying so hard with the tools they have to save characters from danger; ally beardsley is an incredible d&d player.
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snek-eyes · 6 months
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"You do not know me."
(But oh, how he wishes you did.)
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daily-jadeharl3y · 1 month
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THIRTY FIVE
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brookheimer · 11 months
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shiv was not being altruistic nor intellectually self-interested when she voted against kendall. that was pure raw visceral desperation to maintain some semblance of dignity that she felt kendall being ceo would shred her of. sometimes people do not act in other people’s best interests or their own best interests. sometimes people do the wrong thing for the wrong reasons just because it feels like the right, the only, thing to do. shiv could not let kendall be ceo. she just couldn’t. not because she wanted to sacrifice herself to “stop the cycle,” not because she made a calculation and decided tom was her best interest — because the thought of kendall being ceo and acting like That the rest of their lives when shiv earned that job, she fucking earned it, that was too much to fucking bear. watching him sit in dad’s chair, conduct that vote, grin with entitlement and cockiness and certainty — seeing that elicited a visceral painful all-consuming sensation not dissimilar to overwhelming nausea that, summed up in two words, would simply be: fuck. no. she couldn’t live with that. she just couldn’t. it’s not kind. it’s not smart. it’s just human. painfully, destructively human. because sometimes, that’s all there is to it. not just for shiv, but for everyone. god knows roman and kendall have had those same feelings, made those same self-destructing yet necessary-feeling decisions throughout the show. why does it have to be different for shiv? why can’t she be painfully destructively human, prone to impulsive ill-conceived viscerally felt actions, like everyone else? why are we incapable of allotting her the same nuance and humanity (the good and the bad), the same trauma-informed self-destructive life-ruining hamartias, as we do her brothers? why can’t we fit a whole woman in our heads?
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suntails · 1 year
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kaleidescopic · 6 months
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oh you hate musicals? oh so youre allergic to all fun and whimsy then? youre against all joy and giddiness brought in front of you huh? you just hate any and all happiness and silly times dont you?
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axolotlclown · 2 months
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Ok, none of you know what's going on. None of you understand why so many women and young streamers are stepping forward right now. None of you understand why this has to be public.
Multiple large streamers have used their fame, influence, and money to manipulate and abuse those they see as below them. So long as they continue to have fame, influence, and money, this cycle will not end.
This is bigger than just individual cases of sexual assault or other abuse. This is a break down of a much larger problem within the entertainment industry.
These women are telling stories about very powerful men in this space. They are sharing stories of abuse and manipulation. This is very scary for them—it could ruin their careers or lives.
Stop saying "they should have handled this privately." This isn't a private matter. So long as these men have power, they will hurt more women. They aren't sorry. They won't play fair.
By trying to stay silent and bury these accusations, you are ensuring these women never know peace. You are ensuring that more women get hurt.
One day your boss will assault you, and all the men in your life will blame you for waiting as long as you did to speak about it. They will find any reason to blame you. They don't want to get rid of your boss. They hope that one day, they can assault a woman just like you.
This is fucking serious. This is real life. This isn't just some fucking fandom drama that we can bury and move on from. These are real life issues that require real meaningful discussion.
Stop trying to discredit these women just because your streamer is in trouble. You are part of the fucking problem.
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Tolkien: "...You are familiar with Thorin's style on important occasions, so I will not give you any more of it, thought he went on a good deal longer than this"
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willowser · 5 months
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ooooh.....the angst involved in katsuki finding out you've been kidnapped......
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ghouljams · 4 months
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Can we also have Mech Pilot!König? Please!!
König always looks so focused when he's checking his flight suit, tightening the cuffs on his jumpsuit, and making sure the belts are all in the right positions. Whatever he needs to make sure he can properly interface with the mech. You've gotten in a habit of running checks nearby. Swiping through your tech pad you run through the vitals and mechanics, you type in a few code updates as you inspect fuel intake reads. A shadow hovers over you, König leaning over to check your screen. You tip your head back to look at him, his mech hums from its garage.
"Yes colonel?" You ask, his fingers hover near your neck, his mask hanging so you can just see the curve of his smile. His gloved fingers bypass your neck to tap your tech.
"How's everything running?" He asks, his eyes scanning the screen before returning to your face. Somehow the shadows of his mask never seem to touch the blue in his eyes, the darkness in them is always his own. You hold his gaze, remembering the heat of his mouth, the unyeilding metal of his mech holding your legs open. He raises a brow and you hustle to put your eyes back on your screen.
"Perfectly," you mumble, "all systems operational." You fix your eyes more clearly on the screen, actually read the numbers to make sure you aren't lying to your colonel. You squint at the neuro logs, skimming over the spikes and slips. "There's just a little blip in your neural handshake that I want to-"
König shuts off your display, the mech across from your twitches it's fingers. The lights on its face plate glow, it's motors purring, you get the distinct impression that it's watching you the same way König is. "Nothing to worry over," König tells you.
"But I-"
"That's an order," König's voice is harder where he leans over you. Your breath quickens, your eyes locked on the mech as it's head turns to look at you, moving even without its pilot. It's not supposed to do that. "Ignore it," König leans closer, his mask grazes your cheek and your head twitches away from it, "unless you want to lose your commission."
"Roger," you breathe, fingers already moving to delete the neural log. Mech pilots are always a little off, but König seemed to take to it like water. You wonder now if that was such a good thing.
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