#babe where did you go

[inkskinned]

am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.

you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?

okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.

but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.

i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.

and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?

#spilled ink #warm up #writeblr #she physically assaulted me and then screamed in my face #but not before sh'ing first and blaming it on me #while she was locked in my bathroom. at 1 in the morning #while i begged her to please just calm down and to try taking a deep breath and to go to sleep #and then she was like - ur just like my abuser #bc she had screamed in my face which was triggering to me and i froze like a deer in the headlights #and since i had shut down at that point evidently i was the problem child #i know she is out there telling our mutual friends i abandoned her and it makes me SO pissed off #like dude you spent so much fucking time forgiving & forgetting that your decrepit asshole of a boyfriend #pushed me down in the fucking hallway #but noooo hes <3 troubled <3 at 43 and divorced #bc according to you it's important that u don't '''see anyone as a monster'' #but god forbid i not handle you SCREAMING IN MY FACE #i couldnt even get you to say sorry for crossing my original and only boundary you were like ''what did you want me to do'' #babe i said 'the bf is not allowed around here he scares me and u said ur broken up with him' #that was the thing i wanted you to do: not fucking invite him to WHERE I LIVED #godddd typing this shit out and knowing it's only 2% of what actually happened makes me feel pathetic #i can't believe i let you treat me like that. you were a TERRIBLE friend.

[buckttommy]

One thing that was very interesting to me in this episode is the way Eddie was just... not joking about Buck's love interests.

That stuck out.

Usually when Eddie talks to Buck about his love interests, it's with an edge of fond exasperation, teasing laced around his gently delivered truths, but there was none of that this episode. Buck told Eddie he went to see Natalia and it was like something switched. Eddie's entire affect changed when Buck started talking about Natalia. He went from being loose and easy (as loose and easy as one can get when standing at a grave) to being... not combative, necessarily, but visibly actively not wanting to engage in conversation about her either, and it's not...

It's not even jealousy!! We joke a lot about Eddie and jealousy, but it wasn't that at all. It was a fatigue that comes with silence, that comes with holding your tongue, that comes with keeping secrets. Especially when Buck said that he feels like Natalia sees him. That look Eddie gave him immediately after? That was pure hurt. That was him saying I see you too, I've always seen you. But he can't say that. He can't say that, because to say that would be to say so many other things about the way he sees Buck, and to say so many other things would mean to have to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth about the ONE thing he's been holding onto ever since he was shot.

I don't know. I don't know, but I think Eddie taking Buck on a date and I think about how Eddie left his son—his heart—in Buck's care so they could bake cookies together (which becomes profoundly more significant in an episode where Christopher was talking about baking smores with his mom), and I think about Kenny saying Ryan has been doing some very nuanced work in the back half of this season, I'm like

Oh. Oh. I see it, thank you. Loud and clear.

#Before 5B I was like 'Eddie's pining era Eddie's pining era WHEN?' #but babes we are right in the thick of it. It's in his eyes. It's in his smile. It's in the way he looks Buck #in the way he treats him. In the way he creates space for his confusion for his fatigue for his grief. #In the way he shows quiet support and a stern shoulder to lean upon #In the way he doesn't burden Buck with his own feelings (even though that's mostly selfish on his part because #no part of Eddie will ever be a burden on Buck but Eddie doesn't know that yet) #It's just. Eddie's feelings for Buck are literally in *everything* he says and everything he does #It bleeds from him just like his blood did on that street. #If everything about Buck/Eddie's lives have been shrouded by the shooting since it happened #everything about their lives has *also* been shrouded by Eddie's enormous and unflinching love for him #and he keeps holding his breath and swallowing it down and putting off the moment where he pulls back the lid #and it all spills out and before he knows it... before he knows it #it's going to be too late. And instead of his blood staining the street it's going to be Buck's and he's going to tell him #but he won't hear him because Eddie was too slow too fucking slow #(did we all peep the watch on his wrist? Yeah. Time is running out Eddie. Time is running out and it is not going to #wait for fear to release its hold on you. Buck's not going to cheat death again. Don't waste time babe) #Anyways. Yeah. YEAH. Yeah....... whew. This episode was a Lot #jack.txt #tv: 911 #911: 06 x 15 #911 spoilers

[gayvampyr]

being autistic and having to deal with bureaucracy is like “sorry for the communication error!” (not my fault even remotely)

#why is my prof all aggro about my not scheduling an exam with the university disability center #bitch i knew the policy beforehand. i didn’t schedule an exam because i simply did not want to take it 2 hours early! #how is it my fault that you didn’t go ahead and put me on the roster to test with the rest of the class knowing i didn’t schedule an exam #with accommodations #he seems actually mad that i wanted to know where to go for the test tonight as if it was my oversight and not his #that’s the policy babe! #if i don’t want an extra long exam i get put in the regular one #it’s literally the rule. disabled student doesn’t choose to use their accommodations -> they do the regularly scheduled stuff #autism #text post

[supanuts]

yeah dean would have fully killed babe if he hadn't been stopped in time but he did something worse before that: he made clear that he didn't care about a member of his own found family enough to mourn his death or even deem his life worthy enough for others to mourn

#i can excuse trying to brain babe with a hammer but i draw the line at not caring about your found family #apparently #pit babe #pit babe the series #violence can be an act of passion or pent up emotion bubbling over in the heat of the moment and making you do the worst things #but it can pass and it did #but not even seeing something like losing charlie as important enough to complain about life not going on as if nothing happened #that's where my heart broke

[thatlittleegyptologist]

you know when you watch something and you're like 'I ship that' but you go into the tag for it and there's a ton of people who hate it who are, for some reason, ranting about war crimes as if it was possible to send a fictional person, not even from this universe, to the Hague for...crimes?

guys please go outside

#'there's a 10 year age gap' babe between someone in their 40s and someone in their 50s #chill out for the love of god #just don't like it and move on you don't have to justify it #where did all the adults go to leave us in this mess?

[flamboyant-king]

I had an Isaac run where it was so stressful my heartrate was at a 145bpm and it persisted for 6 hours. After that, like every day that followed, my heart would just suddenly shoot up to 120-140bpm for an hour if I so much as thought about something I've been stressing over recently. Everybody encouraging me to go to the ER. And I'm just like "Oh please I've actually always been like this, I'm fine." Had to chop down my Adderall dosage. But I swear I've felt like this since high school, but I guess the medicine enhances the feeling and that feeling was ANXIETY.

So, suffice to say, playing The Binding of Isaac™️ almost gave me a heart attack.

#and its not the adderall thats just inducing the heartrate #cause i only got prescribed adderall this year #dad got diagnosed with afib when i was still in school. he rushed himself to the hospital with mom while i was taking a test #i was like what the heck where did you guys go and mom said oh dad was having a heart attack or something and we didnt want to bother you #like WOULDNT YOU TELL YOUR CHILD OH MAYBE YOU WONT SEE YOUR FATHER AFTER WE GO TO THE HOSPITAL BUT FINISH YOUR EXAM BABY #that was like 2020 and we have a couple of those oxygen readers for your fingers and it measures your heartbeat #i out one on for fun im just sitting there at the dinner table and my heartrate was at 120 #like i didnt do anything we been stuck at home because pandemic and we just having a nice dinner #and my heartbeat was just thats my resting heartrate. they told me to try the blood pressure thing #average blood pressure but truly my heartbeat was just vibing at 120. mis padres were like oh no maybe you have afib too #babes youre too young to have that. and i jsut said oh is that what it means when im nauseous and have to lie down #i havent been diagnosed with anything. i suspect is tachycardia but no official thing #although i havent seen a cardiologist. what if we pay to get a screening and its nothing #i dont want to go thru all that and let it be nothing. lets wait until its a real problem #when my brother and his family visited just like what two weeks ago he was like #he was sitting on moms exercise bike and said it reads your heartrate #and it did you put your hands on the handle and it reads yer pulse #i told him like oooh let me try. hey brother my resting heartrate is 120 a lot. and hes like. what. get on this thing #and i get off the couch literally resting and lay my hands on the handles #and we see it go up. from 80 to 90 to 100 to 110 to 120 and hes a nurse and my moms a nurse and he says go upstairs and rest #dont hang out here with the kids. and im like ha i already told mom #he said sit there for ten minutes dont do anythingg and were trying again #he got mom to call our doctor and my doctor said to stop taking the adderall which is NOT IDEAL theres worse repurcussions to stop cold #so i cut mine in half. cause i had a dosage of 20mg and i almost fainted at work. we died the dosage down to 15 #but after all that i cut my 15 down to 7.5 cause hey i cant stop cold but i can ween myself #brother said i shouldnt be taking adderall if im not doing anything that requires focus. but im like i need focus to live man #look at how much ive been drawing...i mean its only in like hour long intervals but its productive #so theres that. i can feel my heartrate already up but i guess its just a thing with me...anywho #doodles #the binding of isaac

[mihai-florescu]

My biggest enemy is the yapper in my head that wont stop monologuing

#my notebook is atrocious. and the worst part is i stop the pouring of thoughts onto paper and i start another monologue to the wall #like i was already saying things why are you interupting me #and im forgetful i dont remember where i was going with the written stuff that got interrupted ! #theres also the thought that brings up a post i saw At Some Point and starts commenting on it. babe where did that come from #can we focus on one thing here

[darehearts]

you know one thing i truly like about writing a canon character is just how cool it is to notice the little bits and pieces and headcanons i put in creates this butterfly effect,  and then down the road in my various verses,  everything is just so different  ?!  canon divergence is my favorite thing about writing a canon character in general.  i live for that stuff  !!  ♡

#idk if anyone knows about the deleted scene in Beyond where Jim #and Scotty are parting ways in Yorktown and he's gonna go have #dinner with someone-- clearly a date. and then Jim politely says no #and that he'll go find something to do etc. and it highlights how lonely #he is. he doesnt have an intimate connection etc and im like... this #literally did not happen for my Jim bc by this point he's already with #Carol and how /lost/ he feels. trying to find his purpose etc has NO #loneliness factor? he doesnt put in an application to be an admiral with #that influence either. it is solely bc he just wants to do more for the #rest of the galaxy and have a bigger impact in Starfleet. it doesnt have #that /personal feeling of lost/ YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN AND IDK #THAT IS JUST SO COOL. i am rambling dont mind me babes skksdf #tbd

[thefiresofpompeii]

every other poster on the tube right now is advertising a new musical called ‘the time traveller’s wife’. for a blissful moment i forgot that a ‘wife’ is something that a heterosexual woman can be, and, believing it to be a beautiful lesbian tale akin to tihylttw, decided to google the synopsis to see if it was worth checking out. big mistake. ‘man first encounters his future spouse as a young girl, returns to kiss her at 18 and marry her in the future, remaining the same age as barely any time passes for him meanwhile she spends years alone pining for her distant angel’ blinks. what does that remind me of. oh yeah apparently this came before. i’m already suffering through series 5 at the current moment, so, plenty enough of that for years to come, thank you, and— what a surprise— the novel the musical’s based on was a primary inspiration for you-know-who’s weird fixation on this particular plotline. the worst part about the time traveller’s wife is that there aren’t even any cool steampunk clockwork droids or gorgeous 18th century french dresses to make up for the vomit-inducing implications. i have never been more disappointed. mind wipe, now

#in hindsight it’s funny how enamoured i was with tgitf when i first watched it. because i had in my inexperience considered it original and #clever. instead of a rehashed version of a story that already exists and is just as awful when you think about this ‘romance’ for over 2 #minutes. and then he does it AGAINNN #babe wake up it’s beating steven moffat with hammers monday #so this is where the poison root spread from. i’m going back in time to erase the novel from existence so he never reads it. come up with #better ideas. also leave little girls alone #i still love tgitf but only for the reasons above. the aesthetic and the scifi aspect. and the tragedy i GUESS. kinda because for reinette #it’s a tragedy but for ten it’s literally like. five hours max #do you think he didn’t come back for her on purpose? he couldn’t bring her along because she was too important a historical figure? he left #her there despite promising to pick her up in five minutes. knowing full well she would be gone before he heard of her again #i bet he did that deliberately. had to keep her living in hope because he couldn’t refuse her but he couldn’t take her out of her own life #wow this post veered somewhere else entirely. sorry guys #doctor who #dw #the girl in the fireplace #the time traveler's wife #jamie.txt

[softguarnere]

She Used to Be Mine

Shifty Powers x reader

A/N: This one goes out to all my other seasonally depressed baddies 💕 spring will come again and we will feel better. I won't lie, writing this one was basically just for self-indulgent purposes, because I am not vibing with the current weather situation, and also because I'm coming to terms with the fact that I've changed a lot in the past two years - which is fine, but sometimes acknowledging that things are different than you thought they would be can be hard to come to terms with. A huge thank you to @latibvles for helping me realize that I needed a fic centered around "She Used to Be Mine" from Waitress! 😘 (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!) And as always, I hope you all like this💕🕊️

Also, a quick guide to Southern slang: a leaf looker refers to people from warmer climates who come to Appalachia in the early fall to see the colorful leaves. A snowbird refers to people from lower Southern states, such as Florida, who stay in Appalachia for the warm summers, but go back home as soon as the temperatures begin to drop.

Warnings: seasonal depression, some discussions of what are probably the starting signs of PTSD, discussions of war, a brief reference to implied sex

Cold air stinging your nose like pinpricks is the first thing that you notice when you start to wake up. You scrunch your eyes further shut, trying to tune out the world for a few more seconds before the next round of shellings start. After all, a good, deep sleep is a valuable commodity that is hard to come by in this place; who would blame you for enjoying a few more moments undisturbed?

It takes a few moments to realize that you are not in Bastogne. Instead of the hard, frozen ground of your foxhole, you can feel the softness of your mattress and pillows, and the comfort of the blankets that cover you. More importantly, you can feel all the heat generated from the other body in the bed.

Eyes still closed, you slide your hand across the mattress, seeking him out. When you feel his arm, you latch on and maneuver yourself closer to him. He shifts closer to you, and one of his arms falls around you as he lets out a contented sigh.

“You’ve been up.”

Shifty hums in agreement. “I have.”

“You stayed with me.”

“Of course I did.” His gentle hand rubs up and down your arm, like he’s trying to warm you up, even though the temperature under the blankets is perfect – it’s the temperature outside that you’re worried about. “I just like watchin’ you sleep. You look so peaceful.”

“You do, too.” The last clutches of sleep are heavy on your eyelids, but you blink them away so that you can look at him. His smile is like watching the first rays of sun light up the morning sky at dawn. “You’re very handsome.”

He laughs. “Why, thank you.”

You know that he doesn’t quite believe you. Compliments always make him smile and blush, and he often deflects them, or compliments you right back instead of just taking it. Humble, gentle Shifty – even after all the things you two saw and did back in Europe.

“You want breakfast?” You groan as he shifts away from you, but he’s persistent. He plants a kiss on your forehead as he slides out from under the blankets, taking some of the heat as he goes. “Grits and eggs and biscuits and bacon – all the fixin’s!”

It must be Sunday. Any other day Shifty would have been up bright and early, waking you up with a gentle kiss to your forehead and soft good morning, it’s time to get up now’s. He would brew a pot of coffee while you fixed something for breakfast, and then just as quickly as you could manage to get ready, you would part for the day at the doorway, squeezing his hand as he headed for the mechanic shop and you for the school.

But Sundays are special. Sacred, almost. They’re when you get to rest in, neither of you in a rush to be anywhere. When you do decide to get up, Shifty takes the time to mix up the foods that are staples of a good Appalachian breakfast. Maybe later you go to church with his parents. Maybe you don’t – sometimes you’re too busy engaging in other types of worship. But either way, you arrive at their house for lunch in the afternoon to spend time with his family, and then eventually you make your way home, heart feeling warm from a day spent together.

Except the routine has been hard to keep up lately, and you’re not sure why. It’s laid out before you, now broken in, like a good pair of shoes, but the first step in the familiar sequence – on any day, not just Sundays – is hard to take, and then once you finally get going, you sometimes lose momentum or fall off course. Which frustrates you to no end, because the path is right there, so why do you suddenly feel like you can’t stay on it?

--

Writers love to use quilt metaphors to describe Appalachia. In the fall, you can see why. The details of the rolling foothills, distant mountains, crags, and gullies seem to stand out even more than usual as the kaleidoscope of colored leaves highlight the differences in the landscape. All the yellows, crimsons, and oranges are beautiful, especially when the sun first rises, casting the world in a warm glow that seems to set them on fire. No wonder the town is becoming crowded with the yearly leaf lookers already.

There was a time earlier in life, you’re sure, that you loved this time of year and everything it entailed. But ever since the war ended, something about the colder weather has slowed you down and set your emotions on edge, making something in your chest feel heavy. It’s like when you came back to the hospital. You had been so excited as a teenager to learn how to be a nurse, but after being a combat medic, you quit as soon as you got back to the states, instead taking up a position at the school for a change of pace – you were not the girl you once knew, and you needed a change to reflect the new path you were on.

You shiver as a gust of wind rustles the vibrant leaves overhead.

“Hey.” Shifty squeezes your hand as you walk back down the path to the house. “Are you okay?”

“It’s cold,” you admit. There’s more to say, but you’re not sure how to put it into words. How do you express the dread you feel at the thought of the temperature dropping even lower, or feel disgusted each time you imagine waking up to snow coating the ground?

“It is,” Shifty agrees. Then, carefully as he fixes you with a sideways glance, “Does it kind of remind you of Bastogne?”

No, you start to say, but stop. When you first woke up, you had thought you were in that dreaded place. The memory of a cold so deep that it chills you to your bones washes over you, making you shudder again. You have tried so hard not to think of that place or the things that happened there, to leave it all behind, and yet, it has found a way to stay with you. Many times you have confronted the thought that you are not the same person you were before the war – is anyone? – but maybe Bastogne took more from you, changed more of you, than you had cared to admit.

“It does.”

“Me too.” This time Shifty looks at you straight on. His handsome brow is slightly furrowed, and a deep sadness is settled in his eyes. He also survived Bastogne. He also knows what it is like to change.

“I knew it was unrealistic to come home and expect for things to go back to normal. But even so . . . I guess I still held out hope for it.” You scoff at yourself, even though if anyone would understand what you’re trying to say, it’ll be Shifty. “I’m not anything like I used to be. Some days that’s easy to accept, but something about this time of year . . .”

He squeezes your hand again. “It’s hard.”

“It is.”

For a moment, the only sound is that of the fallen leaves crunching underfoot as you walk. Shifty bites his lip, deep in concentration. It’s something he does when he’s particularly focused on something, or when he’s trying to work through a problem; it was one of the first things that you had noticed about him back in Toccoa, when you would steal glances at him and secretly think to yourself that he looked very sweet – if there’s one change the war brought that was decidedly a good thing, it’s that you can openly admire him now.

“It always gets very cold around here in the winter,” he says finally. “We usually get quite a bit of snow. I loved it as a kid.”

“But now?”

He shrugs. “Now, I don’t think I would really mind never seeing it again. Or at least, taking a break from winter until Bastogne is nothing but a distant memory.”

Take a break from winter. That sounds nice. What would that entail? Packing up with all the other snowbirds and heading to the beach until April ushered in the next spring, maybe?

Shifty rubs his thumb along your knuckles, making you shudder again, but in a good way this time. (His hands have wielded weapons that have taken people’s lives, but they’ve never felt anything but gentle.) “I got pulled into the office the other day at work. I was worried that I was in trouble, but instead they offered me a new job.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. The company got some government contract and they need a few people to work for them out in California.”

“California? That’s on the other side of the country!” Besides the few years he spent fighting in Europe, Shifty has always lived in his hometown, surrounded by family. The idea of him leaving them is hard to picture.

As if he can read your mind, Shifty nods and continues, “I thought about that. But I also remember Joe Liebgott talking about San Francisco and how much he missed the weather there. Clear, sun-filled skies. The beach.

“Anyway, I told them I would consider it, but I haven’t given them an answer yet. In the past I would have declined. But now . . .”

“Do you want to go?”

“Do you?” He bites his lip again.

You squeeze his hand. “I would go anywhere with you.”

That makes him smile. A shy blush creeps across his cheeks. “I think it could be good for us. To get away from the cold. Make some new memories.”

California! You can hardly believe it. Never would you have imagined moving so far away. Before the war, anyway. Now that you’re a new person, the promise of warmth, of starting fresh, of having Shifty by your side, all of it, beckons to you. This could be your chance to re-write the ending and make it happier – something daring and exciting that would shock the girl you once were, but that will make the one you are now satisfied.

“I agree.”  

Shifty’s smile grows, and you wonder if he’s thinking the same thoughts about the boy that he once was. “I’ll tell the boss tomorrow morning.”  

#it's been so cold lately! where did the sun go?! come back babe I miss you!!!! #shifty powers x reader #shifty powers #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #my writing #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine

[dreamypqulson]

my bestest girl, i miss you <3

#like where did you go babes?? #sarah paulson #american horror story #wlw #ahs #ratched #oceans 8 #mildred ratched #tammy oceans 8 #abby gerhard #harriet hayes #cordelia goode #billie dean howard #lana winters #cordelia foxx #sally mckenna #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable #tb karen

[talentforlying]

standing before you today to say that the jld writers' choice to assign constantine the house of mystery, aka the one that belonged to cain, was a WILD move and SHOCKINGLY emblematic of a lot of who he is as an archetype, particularly in relation to his family: as betrayer son and brother, defiler of his father's house, favorer of bloodless sacrifice yet steeped in the opposite, the first killer (or so he believes), cardinal sins of pride and envy, murderer of those he claims to love, liar to the face of god. cursed forever to walk alone, city-coded, shielded from vengeance but unable to shield those around him, slaking the earth in blood where he only ever wanted to sow, an eternity of regret is not enough to repair the damage he has done.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #mind you most of these descriptors are either self-inflicted or driven into him by his father. but do we See the Vision #like babes i don't like a lot of what new 52 did to him but i fucking LOOOOVE what the house of mystery stands for #reason 92479 why i Also go insane about cain + abel imagery with manny the angel too because bitch: You Are Also Cain #manny and nbc constantine? that is cain leading a new him down the same path so he can pass the cycle off and finally be free #that is 'i will steep your hands in blood so that mine may look cleaner' #ALSO why i go feral about the serial killer that killed constantine's dad being called 'the family man' #and why that bit from jubilee's about cain's house collapsing and killing him in the same year as adam's death makes me assign thomas Adam #it's all a wee bit too judeo-christian for hellblazer i fear but for new 52? i'm eating that shit with both hands like a feral raccoon #the ONE redeeming factor for me is that goddamn house of mystery #also there was an spn thread i had some years back with my friend livi (bestie i miss you) where demon dean gave john the mark of cain #and i STILL think about that shit daily. he would think it was appropriate and either bear that shit stoic or lose his goddamn mind #( character study. ) A WALKING PLAGUE OF A MAN.

[newvision]

watching debates on abortion rights is so insane to me. you’ll have pro lifers say stuff like getting an abortion is the same as murdering a born child and then that very same person agreeing that women should never be shamed for getting an abortion because “it’s a difficult decision”. girl you believe them to be murderers? I can’t think of anyone who should feel more ashamed than people who kill their children, it’s just that I don’t think abortion is the same as murder. Things aren’t adding up, you’re not as good of a person as you think you are babe

#come the fuckkkkkk on. ‘it’s the same as murder’ ok either you don’t actually believe that #OR you don’t think people who kill their children should feel ashamed. which is it babe!!!! which is it #I’m so tired of having these discussions where people try to force their morals (often heavily rooted in religion. which. fuck off) on me #and then proceed to do shit like this. and I’m the bad guy for prioritising the parents’ autonomy? ooooooooookay! #like I know it’s such a difficult philosophical question as well but I don’t want to discuss with people like that. sorry #also I know I sound like a dick but the arguments are just soooo repetitive. ‘you know a Fetus has a heartbeat at x weeks’ #yeah so did your uncle mark you took off life support to go skiing with your family #idk there’s just so many things that can be scientifically ‘disproven’. pretty sure you can get a few heart cells to beat in a petri dish #it’s such an important conversation to have I know that but some people are so uninformed it makes me sick #ugh sorry middle ground is making me angry #emmys thoughts

[grinchwrapsupreme]

Hi its me your boss. Just came to say i know i didnt train or support or guide you at any step in the process but why did you fuck it up so bad lol are you stupid or something? Ok good luck fixing it bye

#gonna tear my boss's head off #just 2 more weeks i just have to get through 2 more weeks #i literally just asked if there could be time to test something i the theatre we're actually going to be in #and instead of giving me a time we could probably do it #he said it should have been done here where its free instead of in a building where it costs 300 bucks #and i pointed out we did try it here we just dont have the space or equipment to do it properly which means we couldnt do nearly enough in #the time provided he told me yeah he was surprised at how long it took and i should have been more organized in what i gavethe tech #like hello??? we did the best we could inthetime and space allowed #i gavehim everything he needed and ittook forever to do because the space and equipment #is NOT designed to do what we need to do #and you scheduled it so we only had an hour to try it out #and you havethe fucking audacity to complein that we didnt try itthe way you wanted to try it like #babe #you were inthe room why didnt you suggest it or ask or literally do anything but stand there thinking about how you cld have done it better #like my position is literally designed for me to learn from you so can you fucking teach me something? please? #instead of treating me like an autonomous arm that does the stuff you dont want to do? #im literally sitting here asking for your help and you use it as an excuse to tell me how badly i did fuck you #'can we try it on site?' 'you should have gotten it done here :^/' okay??? and???? we're here now #we've reached thispoint #so can we PLEASE just push forward unless you actually want to act like the mentor youre supposed to be #anyways sorry im really looking forward to being done at this job