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anything sigmaa!!! for doodle!!
You're in luck today because Sigma made cookies for everyone! :D
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who want's one? :0
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I am sorry but i always think its fucking hilarious when americans freak out about Mett
Which a lot of yall do aparently, eventhough its perfectly safe to eat, many people are wierded out by it. I mean fair but you are missing out, im telling you.
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coffee-bat · 11 months
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i think tf2 could really use a "behind you" command
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franeridan · 7 months
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nah man I get hancock I really do if I had to pick a single man in the whole history of the world to fall for I'd pick luffy too, who are we kidding
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k1rishiki · 8 months
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sleepy...
#back from hampton beach. technically i've been back for a while bc it's not like i've been staying up there i've just been going up#for the day and then coming back but. i'm done. i'm finally done. i don't have to go back for another year. it's been 5 long days of#waking up at noon. logging in just to check on the figure blog. driving up there. setting up sound equipment. scanning tickets and managing#tshirt sales (bc the one thing hampton beach needed more of was ppl trying to sell fucking tshirts). breaking down sound equipment.#fried dough. driving back to [redacted] massachusetts (which is No Where near the nh border btw). watch tv w my dad bc he won't go to bed#at a semi-reasonable hour otherwise. go to bed at 2. repeat.#(with a few small detours of 'going to order an airbrushed shirt' 'staying up til 4 bc i was resorting the tshirts' 'going to a wake'#'rushing home after the wake bc i forgot to bring a change of shoes' and 'picking up said tshirt')#which doesn't sound like a lot but. holy shit babes.#n e ways. remind me tomorrow to show off the sakura shirt (srry kireination but the og intention of the saber shirt was to get all three#heroines and while this year rin b4 sakura wasn't rlly in the question bc i uhm am not immune to favoritism <3 love and light <3 i still#wanted to stay somewhat on track. rin will be next year's and then kirei will probs get his time to shine) (also the sakura shirt looks sic#as hell btw) + post a couple more hampton beach things. specifically the uhm. landmarks that you pass when driving up there bc i genuinely#think that they alone do a better job conveying Exactly what hampton beach is like than anything i could ever say)#romeo.txt
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edgysaintjust · 1 year
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Nothing I hate more than people simping over "southern looking" men who literally are just regular central european guys TM with tanned skin and darker hair while mediterranean people are so unique and beautiful and have those undefeatable face features I hate I despise your chad looking "handsome" guys who think they are prettier than those absolutely stunning kings
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lucky-draws · 1 year
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20.5.23
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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#i dunno what i planned to do today. but it wasnt spening 8am-5.30pm weighing samples#just like i didnt plant to spend 11am-6.30pm yesterday weighing samples. but sometimes the universe doesnt let u choose#mostly i feel bad that our undergrad had to do all that time with me when she has all her class work as well and#like i dont care abt the project and ive been with it every step of the way. it was nice talking with her tho#fucking exhausting bc i talked the ENTIRE TIME bc i cant handle lulls in conversation. but ive been assured im not annoying so whatever#god. my boss asked me yesterday if id gotten to relax this last week and its like. i mean compared to the fucking month ive had? yes#but probably not by the standards of a normal person. i definitely havent been getting enough sleep#and tomorrow i habe to go in at 8 and in theory im supposed to go to a retirement party tomorrow at noon#and the guy is a rambler so who knos how long ill b there. and im already socially drained. thrn monday i should start with my other#project again. but i habe to check the machine and im just gonna have to go full on no breaks until mid may#so whej will i get a break? in theory after may 14th. so fucking frustrating#and im not mad at anyone specifically. i just hate this project and cant wait to quit and move#so now im gonna fucking draw more too earnest narut0 fanart and avoid the things i should b doing#bc im fuckine exhausted. literally i was standinf from 9.30 to 3pm with not breaks bc idk i didnt look at the time#and im not running today apparently bc im too tired and the sun is gonna set in 20min >:-[#ay ay ay. 2023 my year of hatred and rage#wah. i don't wanna drive tomorrow 😫#unrelated
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theres a body in the river and the body is a puppet and the body is your body and youve become a puppet because of the body in the river. also hes your lover
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puphoods · 1 year
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i want to do drawing requests or a art meme or something bc i havent in forever and its so fun but everyone on my art blog ignores me... clenches my fists
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ghastlywizard · 1 year
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everyday I log onto websites and see art tutorials by people... who should not be advising other people on how to do art
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obsidian-goblet · 6 days
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I genuinely wish I had the words to accurately describe the way my favourite managers face softens when he looks at me sometimes, because I feel like if I could just articulate it, I'd be fuckin unstoppable as a writer.
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floorpancakes · 1 month
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the way my dad is visibly getting into tommy february6 music when i play it on the tv but if I sent him the link he'd probably be like no thank you it's not for me
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sharkieboi · 4 months
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I just got an insane amount of weed for the ten dollars in my pocket cause my neighbor wanted to make sure I didn’t get scammed paying for parking
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korattata · 8 months
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Re: stupid work request email
Hi Jim!
No, i cannot update that on the website, because i'd have to go through 100+ individual listings and update them manually and thats a huge pain in the ass. Does it really fucking matter?
Thanks!
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ashbtten · 1 year
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@ofgentleresolve | at Alfred again, because teh EDITor!!!!!!!!!!!!
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He should meet this scenario with more urgency, he muses somewhere at the back of his head. Add the usual tension to it and his bones that he always meets the world with, be more cautious than cautious, knee-jerking into lies over lies, painting a picture foreign to him just because donning made-up clothes feels safer, less like he’ll crack at the first correct assumption.
But… What kind of trouble could he possibly get himself into, here, under the careful, tight scrutiny of a barista with a sharp eye and apparently enough skeletons in his closet or baggage on his back to find reason to use said sharp eye on him?
Patrick enjoys sharp people almost to the same degree he’d rather have nothing to do with them.
It makes sense, tensing up under the way the barista pieces his conclusions together, makes conjectures and speeds through the conversation with the finality of someone who doesn’t have time to waste on trouble he knows he can avoid, knows isn’t worth his time, when he’s got more important things to worry about.
But Patrick is violently flawed individual. He always enjoys, bitterly, cynical, to be reminded of his fears and concerns, to worry, to gnaw at his insides, to force these kinds of habits back onto his frame.
And also stupidly enamoured with humanity.
He smiles, dragged out of him with a sadist’s hook, asking him to show the blood on his teeth and the drowsiness of his concussion. He isn’t concussed, though, hasn’t bitten into anything in quite a while, not even his own tongue. He smiles at the offer of a napkin with a denying shake of his head, and finds himself still enough in his own hands to resist one of the many reflexes he’s picked up from humans, looking at the object of the conversation.
Stuff of amateurs. Just because he’s talking about his shirt doesn’t mean he instantly has to look at it.
It’s that little tick that becomes useful when you yawn, turn your head, check your watch and someone in the crowd follows you only milliseconds after, revealing where their attention had been focused on, whom it had glued to.
He’s a little gruffer than he’d expected him to be, the man who pours the drinks. He goes through his words with the efficiency of a well-coded algorithm or a well-broken soldier.
“Good advice,” Patrick lifts his head with a conceding sigh, folding his arms in front of himself, liberating only his left hand to pull his cup closer. He lifts it in front of himself, presenting it to the man who’d made it, allowing an eyebrow to follow the motion into the same direction. “Are you trying to imply I shouldn’t drink this? That’s a shame, it smells really good.”
He makes a show out of bringing the cup back to his nose and inhaling deeply, closing his eyes with the gentleness of someone expecting an angel’s kiss to their forehead. The kind, soft angels introduced to children, not the actual biblical ones any sensible man would cower before, hopefully sinners and saints both. He exhales with a pleased little 'ah~’ and opens his eyes.
If his smile is meant to insinuate that he’s poking fun at the man who pours the drinks and the distance, the tension he’s trying to add to the situation, well, that’s nobody’s business but… the barista’s, actually. How bad could the consequences he enacts possibly be to a being like Patrick, who pretends he doesn’t care about pain and collects slaps with the ancient sighs of resigned teachers.
Nah, this looks like it’s more a hassle to him than it’ll be to the wolf.
Potentially.
The wolf does tend to let things bother him more than he should.
He sets the cup back down, further implying he might never actually drink it. “Information?” he asks, not quite perking up, trailing his gaze off by turning the cup in circles and frowning curiously at the various items littering the showcase of the barista’s craft behind him. Information. Now, why would an information broker have any use for that? Unheard of, truly. He snorts to himself and tries to soften the reaction into something friendly, polite, non-threatening and perhaps a little soft when he makes to make eye contact with the man again.
Whatever’ll get him to not kick him out.
He’d hate to have to get up again. He could use getting to sit here and pretending he doesn’t want to slump into the wood and forget his own name. Not the right kind of counter for that.
“What would I need information for?” cocks his head to the side, blinks open and unperturbed like an exhausted puppy with a leash of thorns around his throat, that usual tightness he can’t get out of the corners of his eyes, the uncharacteristic glow of interest to eyes meant to be cold.
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