I am 100% cringe, asexual but I write Terrible smut somtimes- 19 for anyone wondering. call me Julius- Find me at ao3 @Demi_DisASSter
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I headcanon Fiddleford not having the "best taste" when it comes people he fancy (of course I'm joking Stans the best)
PLEASE HELP ME–
Edit: Help where did you guys come from?!??
Fiddleford found one of his old shirts
i shan’t say it
Try wanting desperately to write it but blue screening the second you try
the man
Logan being into Wade all quiet like and his pining ass having successfully navigated the Wade/Vanessa dynamic so far and everything is good now about a month into him living with Al and Wade when Cable shows up
"Old man with metal limbs and a sad-ass backstory" Cable
"I casually put on chapstick while staring into your eyes as i tell you that you remind me of my dead wife" Cable
"Theres a knife in your dick" Cable
"I use my one shot to get home on saving your life" Cable
And Logan realizes he has competition
I can't explain how much I love them 😔💖
Gravity Fowls ,,,,,
I would like to see more people talk about how jobs treat disabled employees.
I used to prep, wash dishes, and cook at mellow mushroom. I had chronic pain that wasn't NEARLY as bad as it is today, but it was still very debilitating. I told my employer "i cannot stand more than 4 to 6 hours. I CANNOT do shifts longer than this due to my illness." And even though i made my boundaries VERY clear, everyday i worked it was 8 hours at the least and 10 or 12 at the most. I would go up to my manager and say "look i really need to leave, my shift is over, my chronic pain is killing me." And he'd say "we really need to here, you HAVE to push through." And so i did, and after one, ONE month of that job my crps got incredibly worse to the point where i could no longer walk my dog around the block which was .5 miles. I quit, and that was FOUR years ago, and ever since that day I HAVE BEEN BEDRIDDEN AND HAVE TO USE A WHEELCHAIR. It is my biggest regret in life.
My best friend who has seen my whole journey has recently developed undiagnosed chronic pain, and she is in the EXACT same scenario i was 4 years ago. Busting her ass at a pizza place with extreme pain that hurts her so much she tells me "im in so much pain i don't even feel like a person." She doesn't feel LUCID. And her manager and coworkers are saying the same thing "if you don't help us you will let us down, we'll be in the shit."
That job thats hurting you isn't fucking worth it. I promise you no money is worth losing all your physical abilities and never getting them back. Your coworkers and boss do not give a shit about you, so don't you dare suffer for them. They will never understand your struggle and they will never try. They truly think being understaffed is worse than whatever pain you experience. They would rather you permanently damage yourself than inconvenience them. FUCK THEM. DON'T FUCKING DO IT!
#artists
hyena positivity that focuses on spotted hyenas only is so fake. if you don’t love brown and striped hyenas then get out. if you don’t love aardwolves I can’t even look at you oh my god
are you telling me americans have stores that open up SPECIFICALLY for halloween and just. dont exist any other time of the year. you people are insane
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
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She plays those comic sound panel things?
The “Pow” and “thwip” “tok” and etc and like, the sound effect for older cartoons?
Concept: Babs gets a soundboard to spice up patrol.
Bruce: *Gets hit*
Babs: *vine boom* *spams bruh* *oooooh my gawd* *vine boom*
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
hope i am not just a mutual to you but also a stray you’d pick up off the street
They need to invent a job where I don't have to wake up or go to it