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job applications: this is entry level! anyone can apply!
job applications: ...as long as you've done at least six months of highly specific work, or have this exact degree, or if you kissed a chicken during the last moon of 2012-
#im back in the trenches bois its Not Looking Great#gonna apply to this stupid thing anyway but#it looks like stockin grocery store shelves is the way im gonna go#unless i get Very lucky or manage to bullshit my way into this job#college isn't necessary but Man a lot of places want you to attend. no <3#but noooo instead i have to like. work. till i die. and never make enough money to live comfortably. sigh#sometimes i think to myself 'i should make video essays on youtube and see if that goes anywhere'#and sometimes i think 'i should scribble up things that people would buy and make a shop'#and sometimes i think 'what if i killed someone with a stick. would that be fucked up or what'#absolutely unprompted#AGHHHHHHHH THE BOXES WE AS HUMANITY HAVE LOCKED OURSELVES INTO IM GONNA LOSE IT#i was born to be a handsome decoration / weird little artist for eccentric wealthy people#i was meant to drape myself across a beautiful philanthropist woman's lap and doodle lil animals for her#while she rambles and feeds me grapes#yk. if i did make a shop i could have an extra section for small crochet things#coasters. small hand warmers. tiny shapes. simple cat toys. that sorta thing. quick and easy stuff#i could make them w/ specific colors so that they're subtle fandom themed#i literally have a coaster in damian's robin colors... a black/red SB square...#hm. thinking#oh shit i gotta work on that new commission sheet#OH NO. I FORGOR SOMETHING I SHOULD NOT HAVE FORGOR. I HAVE MADE A LITTLE FUCKY WUCKY#excuse me everyone i have something to finish
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soldier-poet-king · 1 month
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Im...happy?? Even temporarily???
Woke up and laid in bed longer than I should have, but less than I usually do, and while filled with dread, it's LESS dread than usual
Walked to mass at new church, completely bland generic sermon & bland generic music, which is perfect, nobody knows me or is trying to rope me into things or expects things from me, I don't have to pretend I don't absolutely loathe so much of catholic parish culture, I can just, go in, go out, be a nameless face in the pew which is Safe and Uncontroversial. There was even the coolest looking older butch in the pew with me. Docs and leather jacket and all.
Stopped and read on a cafe patio with a coffee and pastry. The sun was out. Nobody was constantly texting me asking where I was. It was me and my iced coffee and silly vampire book.
Checked out the main shopping area, saw all the local grocers and bakeries and small local businesses. I'm not in a suburban box store desert anymore. I may pay slightly more at small businesses but if I want the luxury of this kind of area that's a cost I'm willing (and newly able) to pay. Plus living here means I don't have to own a car and am saving so much on that front that it still works out in my favour financially
Stopped by a little florist, tiny hole on the wall, met the nicest man and his nephew and got tons of plant advice based on my apartment layout and some recommendations for what should be unkillable given my brown thumb. Will absolutely be going back for more plants once I'm fully set up + some for my office
Like. This was unthinkable a year ago. I desperately need to keep my job. So I can keep this. I forgot how good it was to live in an area like this, not endless detached housing sprawl. I can walk everywhere. I lived in an arealike this in uni but my budget was nonexistent (grad school funding woooo). Now that I have a (very small admittedly) degree of financial flexibility??? Im allowed to sit on a patio with a 5$ coffee once a week??? I can pop into little florists and grocers and bakeries if I want?? Nobody is going to judge me for "wasting" money by not buying the absolutely dogshit quality cheapest thing possible??? Or not reporting on my location at all times? I owe no accounting of my every trip out the house?
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fatehbaz · 24 days
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#thinking of dinosaurs and troodontids were my favorite dinosaurs as a child#when younger i had a real full troodontid tooth fossil that meant a lot to me#for a time we lived within a few kilometers of hadrosaur sites and troodontid sites#while wider general area had many sites of recovery for the big celebrities like tyrannosaur and multiple dromaeosaurs#at that time troodontids were kinda infamous for i think the depiction in some childrens field guides and dino books#which depicted like a fantasy speculative humanoid troodontid based on 1980s model at Canadian Museum of Nature in ottawa#anyway would visit a small local paleo center a lot and woman in her 70s or 80s ran the counter of their center and rock shop#one day she asked me what my fave dino was and i said troodon so she pulled out the tooth and just gifted it to me#in little black case size of ring box with padding and transparent plastic viewing cover kinda like laminate for displaying a trading card#tooth got stolen from out my vehicle while giving some people a ride while at university before i got too poor for tuition#later during first year of pandemic owner of my storage unit died and new property owners threw away everything i ever owned#i was homeless anyway lost job due to early pandemic closures and had to allocate any money to insulin and other prescrip meds#but wouldve found a way to save my things if the new owners had contacted me#they threw out photoalbums y backpacking gear y books y musical instruments y clothes y artwork y camera y all family keepsakes#and all childhood treasures like souvenirs and gifts and school awards and writing portfolios and all the little memories#which i was always sentimental about as child#from earliest age my room looked like a natural history museum with plants and maps and library of field guides#and rocks and field trip keepsakes and all kinds of little animal figurines and mother had painted room in forest greens and browns#to feel like a forest and among the succulent plants and a globe sat the troodon tooth#parents passed when i was a child#never near any family and were always moving never got to settle into proper stable place then father passed after long sad illness#and mother put in so much effort but she passed few years later and i could not take care of myself or my remaining material possessions#and so im still quite hurt having nothing whatsoever remaining of my childhood or school friends or mother or life generally#and when trying to process grief my thoughts often come back to the troodontid tooth as a focal point a distillation of what was lost#even when young i knew it was advised not to become too connected to material physical possessions#but still there are some small little trinkets in our lives that seem to hold so much meaning and i tortured myself for losing that tooth#thinking about troodon reminds me of childhood
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flamboyant-king · 1 month
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i put pokemon card mystery packs on my etsy just now. just a stack of bulk from my year of collecting pokemon cards. i'll be turning in a bunch of bulk to the card shops, but I thought wouldnt it be fun to make my own mystery packs? i always loved goodie bags, grab bags, blind bags, and gacha. its a thrill of opening something and getting something unexpected more than the items themselves.
altho getting a $100 card is pretty neat. Here's the link if you're interested~ https://www.etsy.com/listing/1717302949/pokemon-tcg-bulk-mystery-goodie-pack-of
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tubbs-is-my-friend · 5 months
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frognapsart · 3 months
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Stickers in the shop baybeee 🐈
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I finally got all the Garfield books cleaned and fixed up! I'm only missing 72 and 73.
My parents got me the books for my birthday (save for the small collection to the left of Signs & Symbols), I think my mom got the box of them for like 20 bucks? She ran into a lady one day at a thrift store when she was looking at the Garfield books they had, and they got to talking. After hearing my mom was looking at the comics for her daughter the lady told my mom "oh hey I have all the books if you want them" and the rest is history.
They're in very good condition, especially the age for the old ones but I did have to glue some pages back in while some just needed to be wiped off. I look forward to reading them all! I've loved Garfield since I was little; I even had a Garfield themed cake for my 3rd birthday, and only ever tried lasagna because Garfield loved it (and I do too).
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starrycrowshop · 6 months
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New crow confetti mix coming soon!
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bitchapalooza · 17 days
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Kinda pissed at myself because it really did just hit me that I didn’t spend my own birthday money on myself today. Like I got about 90 bucks collectively for my birthday and I spent it on a dog bed, dog food, cat treats and toys that my cat fucking hates apparently(😭), hamburger meat that I don’t even eat, pizza, Mother’s Day gifts, and my mom’s medicine. I bought like two things for myself, a soda and a pack of Mickey and friends figures all because it had Pluto in it. Fucking Christ even for my birthday I feel like I have to serve others to be on their good side….
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machidielontheway · 5 months
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was excited to finally finish sorting out my clothes to give and then a friend told me what actually happens to more than 50% of given clothes [in specific container then managed by associations / caritative companies] that are not actually given to people in need or sold in caritative second-hand shop or fiber-recyclated : they are sold to other companies and most ends up fucking up Africa / Ghana in many ways :(
and so now i'm frozen again in a "so you had planned to easily put it in a container. now what do i do"
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mildmayfoxe · 10 months
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ok. today i did marketing (posted on instagram), set new toddy (coldbrew), signed & numbered stuff i printed last week, packed & shipped shop orders, packed & shipped july sticker club, designed carved & printed new block. success
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mister13eyond · 2 months
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i got my new kikagoods order in and I got Exactly the doll i hoped for so everyone look at my cute minidolls
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robotpussy · 10 months
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i have got to stop going to forbidden planet (the shop)
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strawberrynida · 4 months
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Strawberrynida // Etsy // Instagram
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sunshines-bee-farm · 5 months
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Got the stuff for my first mystery box order 🥰🥰🥰 so excited to share it!!!
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mrcspectr · 2 years
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the only thing on my mind is jake reveals rn so your journal post is.. sparking thoughts. marc putting his foot down and telling steven they need to at least organise half of the apartment and them stumbling onto the journal, jake fronting in a panic to stop them seeing it but it not working fully because both marc and steven are comfortable with holding front and they aren't panicked so :} yeah. heh
Because Steven would insist on organizing the books first, wouldn't he?
Yeah, maybe to Marc, the place is a bit of a wreck, but to Steven, the clutter has always been home. His home. Before Marc, it was all he had, all that stuff everywhere, so he didn't mind having to step over things, dodge a few stacks of papers, do the whole zig zag bit towards the kitchen. Those were the things he could look at and truly say those are mine. Whatever it was that made Marc shout out whenever he stubbed his toe in the morning, well, he'd just have to live with it.
Marc. Did you bring back all your things from the locker?
Yeah, Steven, but that's obviously not the pro-
What's that, then?
It was a dark, mahogany leather, just worn enough to blend into the rest of the shelf. There were slightly yellowed pages crinkled at the edges, with a dark red thread hanging out of the bottom of the binding well over halfway through. Steven had never seen it before, and he senses Marc's confusion when he asks. There's something about it that's vaguely familiar, but the minute he reaches out for it-
Sh-
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In what feels like a blink, Steven's on the ground a few feet away from where he'd been standing, seated on the hardwood floor. He.. had been standing before, right? Looking around the room for something reflective, he sees Marc with his arms crossed, eyebrow raised from the half open window. A gentle breeze blew in, ruffling the curls that fell over his forehead.
That supposed to get you out of this?
Marc.. how'd we get down here?
C'mon, bud. Not saving you just 'cause you fell when you were throwing it.
It took a minute for the thoughts to connect, and as they did, Steven pulled himself up to his feet, making his way towards the open window. Carefully, making sure not to knock his skull into the frame, he stuck his head out, looking down. The book was on the sidewalk below, laying on the pavement.
But that wasn't-
Don't wanna hear it Steven, work to do, let's go. Gotta make this frickin' mess livable somehow.
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