I’m a leader mom
obsessed with this guy’s emotional responses
wow, so mature. making fun of trans people, joking about me changing my gender identity. like, no. stop. you are not a part of the community, you do not get to joke about that. you (unknowingly but still) hurt me, your family. or if not me, someone else, someone who can’t even hear you and defend themself. you are not a part of the community, you do not joke about us. doesn’t matter if you are an ally, you do not get to joke. only people who understand can offer enough compassion to know what is appropriate. this was not.
In one of those moods right now where I REALLY fucking don’t want to go in to work.
I haven’t had a day off since two Sundays ago.
I was going to take myself off of the schedule today but I was strongly encouraged by the other managers to come in anyway to train my least experienced staff. But I don’t want to. I really don’t want to. It’s “only” a 3-hour shift, but the retail part of the store is in its busiest time of year, so I’m going to be pulled for consultations and questions constantly. It’s not going to be 3 hours. I’m going to end up there for 6 hours with no break. I don’t have the energy in me to train and do all of that. I just want a day off to do absolutely nothing.
hi whats all this
the internet has ruined me bc idk if you’re talking about 2 people having the same feelings or 2 people following each other 💀 but no irl bc ive called all my best friends my best friend before they called me theirs. and online no again bc i call all y'all besties even if we’re not mutuals
Finished a first main story playthrough of the outer worlds and i 👁️👁️
so many thoughts about this and im having none of them
all I want from the pokemon fandom is Guzma and Piers being bffs
bonus points if Guzma is either blissfully or deliberately unaware about Piers’ rockstar status around other people
but like. what if i cut myself bangs
There it was, at long last, her coming to a standstill after hours of erratic motion. A sign that the beast within her that hungered for the destruction of her foes, that bathed in the blood of those that stood against her and desecrated the corpses left from the ensuing slaughter when the snuffing out of a life wasn’t enough to sate her, had been finally satisfied with the ruin it had wrought. After engulfing the world of these cutthroats and robbers in fire and flame and trampling over the ashes, she had returned to her flesh and with it the mind he had gotten to know in their travels together…
Making his way across the once brigand camp is a simple affair, a mere stepping over still smoldering ashes and the scattered pieces of those who had thought themselves capable enough to challenge a dragon’s daughter, but Brom does so with a care and concern only partly for himself– fear her he does not, no, but even with her wits seemingly returned it wouldn’t do to startle someone coming down from the perilous heights that blind rage and bloodlust could raise them to. He’d seen it enough among his fellows when he was but a living man yet, had seen how their wrath could burn as an inferno even knee-deep in the ice and snow, and for someone of her nature there’s no telling how long it could take for her to completely calm.
Her sudden crying out and the giving out of her strength shakes Brom from his recollections, and he hastens his steps accordingly with no small measure of concern, allowing his longer strides to carry him over what little could’ve stood in his way after the carnage wreaked at her claws and flames and sword. By the time he reaches her, by the time he sees the damage brought upon her own flesh by her own strength and catches sight of the welling wound given no doubt in parting by a fellow quite dead, he’s already lowering himself into a kneel to be eye level with his wounded companion.
“Asta,” He quietly calls out. A careful, cautious hand takes her by the shoulder in a loose grip in an effort to steady and ground her in the here-and-now rather than in the what-was, and through his visor he does his best to catch her gaze. With the other hand he seizes the dismembered head and casts it aside far from sight or concern before reaching for the curatives and healing things he’s long accumulated from a journey without rest. “Asta, if you can hear me, I have something that can help with the pain. You don’t have to say anything, just blink twice if you can understand what I am saying.” With a radiant lifegem in hand, Brom relinquishes her slim shoulder only to take her blood-soaked and flame-savaged hand between his own steel-clad ones, wrapping her wounded claws around the healing stone. “You need to crush this. It’ll soothe most of the pain and help clear your head, but we’ll have to use something stronger for that cut. Do you understand?”
i’m not going to sleep just yet but here’s to hoping i get another kita dream tonight :’) (or any anime dream, for that matter)
“my child is completely fine”
Your child cried intensely while watching Crazy Ex Girlfriend season 3 episodes 5 and 6 alone on their phone at 3 am
i miss mlp i still cannot believe its over
My neck be hurting from this whiplash from Man like Mobeen. I’m actually going to sue for emotional and physical damages. Comedy show my ass
I was gonna complain again even though I vented in my twt drafts but instead I’ll talk to yall about my good news because why not
Can you tell I have a favorite…?
*checks phone* Gosh Patton, how come your artist drew you NEW Happy Birthday texts?
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