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littledreamling · 2 years
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I love everyone tagging their dreamling fics with ooc/ out of character because let’s be honest, every fic that has Morpheus in the same room as a healthy relationship is out of character, that man cannot maintain a relationship to save his life
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aaandbackstabbed · 6 months
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Studying in mandatory school allocated study periods: 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️
Writing fanfiction in mandatory school allocated study periods: 🥳🥳
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tariah23 · 2 months
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
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stuckinapril · 3 months
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Honestly the cliche advice is true. If you fill your life w things you’re passionate about, if you challenge yourself every day, if you give your own opinion of yourself more weight than you do other people’s opinions of you, you will actually thrive. Like no one can tell u anything
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nil-number · 3 months
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There is something deeply wrong with some of you I’m ngl
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disasterhimbo · 3 months
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He should NOT be at the club! There’s an airborne pandemic still killing thousands and disabling millions weekly
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foldingfittedsheets · 3 months
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I worked retail for a long time and people really do treat you like shit sometimes. But between selling sex toys, mattresses, and jewelry I can say definitively I got treated worst selling mattresses.
All three of my jobs were in sales but selling sex toys we were allowed to put people in their place, and in jewelry people didn’t want to misbehave in a fancy setting. But people at the mattress store had no problem yelling at me, hitting on me, or insulting me to my face.
For a while I was managing my own store for the company. I ran a small location and had struggling employees placed with me for rehabilitation. If their numbers improved they could go back to bigger stores. If not, they got fired.
So this meant I was the manager of problem employees. At one point both of my people had a foot out the door. The company was going downhill and changed computer systems and they were fed up. Consequently, they made a ton of mistakes, because they just didn’t care about the job or learning the new systems.
I strolled into work on what was essentially my Monday to a shit show. Deliveries scheduled without product, wrong things on orders, poor expectations of the process, you name it. I spent the entire morning getting yelled at for mistakes that weren’t mine.
The final straw came when a man called furious that his moms bed for her nursing home had a delivery window he couldn’t accommodate. This wasn’t a huge disaster since we still had time to deliver it before she moved. I ran him through the options and he just kept screaming at me. Not for a solution but because I was there and he was frustrated.
My heart filled with malice and a cold fury. A calculating part of my brain had a realization in that moment that I could stay a punching bag or I could strike back.
I quavered my voice delicately, taking in a shaky, warbling breath like I was trying not to cry. “Sir,” I quivered through fake tears, “I don’t know what you want from me! I told you what I can do, I didn’t make this mistake I’m just trying to fix it!” My voice broke pitifully on the last syllables, sounding in all ways like a sweet innocent person being yelled at who’s just trying her best, really!
It was like I’d doused him with cold water. My emotional act was the realization that he was screaming at someone who was just doing their damn job, and he was being an asshole. He hastily made an excuse and hung up.
I had a third employee covering with me from another store that day who heard everything. When I hung up, I looked over to see them watching me with an awed expression. “Did… did you just pretend to cry?”
“I absolutely fucking did,” I said with feeling, “and I’d do it a thousand more times. If that’s what it takes for someone to realize they’re behaving like a fucking prick, they deserve it.” The employee looked at me like I was their hero.
The man called back, apologizing profusely, having magically arranged his schedule to accommodate delivery. He came in later that week with an apology Starbucks gift card. I was gracious in my acceptance.
I pulled it a few more times before leaving the company. I felt no shame in the ruse. If someone behaves so poorly that it’s plausible their behavior would drive someone to tears they deserve to feel absolutely wretched about it.
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usereddie · 24 days
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my favorite favorite favorite part about the bucktommy kiss is that buck kissed him back. he didn’t stand there frozen in shock that he was being kissed by man. and it’s so clear in his body language that it felt right to him. he immediately leaned into it, added more pressure, brought his hand up to tommy’s back (almost like he would’ve held him there and kissed him longer if tommy hadn’t pulled away). like evan buckley didn’t just get kissed by a man, he kissed him back.
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trianglethingie · 1 year
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I’m kinda mad that everything I post is some kind of performance and never really my true self. Because depending on the app and the people that interact with my posts, and that I interact with, my whole demeanor changes. And eventually I get tired because at the end of the day it was all a performance. And I can’t even post random stuff on most social media because I’m aware that my followers I think are cool are gonna see it. I like to share my opinions with others but when they regularly interact with me I am placed some kind of pressure to always please them because I think they’re nice. I’m also kind of intimidated of speaking online in general, talking to a person you don’t know at all is kind of scary. You are (in most cases) not being yourself bc you are performing as your internet persona. You don’t know if they are an adult or a child, if they speak an entirely different language, nothing. But you’re still expected to strike up conversation bc you share a single interest. The only people I see actually having fun are the ones that know eachother personally irl (and I can’t have that bc I embarrassed of showing my interests to my friends)
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If this gets a two thousand notes I’ll ask my mom for a binder
GOAL REACHED no need to spam anymore
you have till may 1st (had to change it it was way to long of a time period I apologize)
go on tumblr
You can do it
I don’t believe in you
Just try not to spam reblog (keep it under 20 okay?) but tag comment to your hearts desire (but y’know….dont spam me over 50 times with comments by one person maybe? I have no doubt someone would do that)
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 23 days
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Why I Prefer To Text Instead Of Talking
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I don't have to think about body language
It allows for information processing time
If I'm confused by language, I can fact check
If I'm feeling overwhelmed, I don't have to reply
I feel less judged for how I communicate
I can organise my thoughts more easily
I feel more in control of what I am trying to say
Littlepuddins.ie
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mothervega · 14 days
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anyone out there who enjoys both Bive and The Smiler i’m boutta summon all of you cuz I MADE A SMILER INSPIRED BIVE AVATAR MUAHAHAHAHAA
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The parallel between Cassidy's agony tears and Cassie's smudged makeup kills me, kills me dead. KILLS ME DEAD /pos
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I’M SO GLAD someone picked up on that detail
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crystallizsch · 2 months
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sigh i had an epiphany
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book 4 is just a whole ass scooby doo episode huh
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art-by-fate · 3 months
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HUGE congrats to sir Skizzleman for hitting that big shiny 100k!!!!
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 185
No one could get into contact with Constantine. 
Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 
And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 
So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 
“You’re not Constantine.” . 
The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 
He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 
��� That was probably their John, wasn’t it…
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