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The godamn festival of termina is fucking upon us
Guys I'm sorry my girlfriend strikes again with this horrific. THING. Enjoy š???
Mini thing i thought of
phantom gets snappy when he gets overstimulated and then feels REALLY bad afterwards like once he raised his voice at swiss for whistling when he was already feeling overwhelmed and then broke down crying he felt so bad even though swiss swore up and down that he didnāt think anything of it. it took phantom a snack, some water, and a nap with a swiss-shaped weighted blanket to feel better
Day 1: ADA members
I'm going to post here my drawings for the skk aus week on twitter(? X(? whatever
Also I made a new account after losing my old one š„ŗš„ŗ
I was dead. My right leg was blown off, and the snow was red from all the blood. I went from burning hot to freezing. Me and Joe lay there freezing in the snow, shivering, bleeding, both of us were full of shrapnel. He said, "Jesus Christ, what the hell do I have to do to die?!" It was Joe's fifth time hit. Lipton, Malarkey, and Babe came running over to help, I was half out of it. Doc Roe was right there, trying to patch us up. Without him, we wouldn't be alive. Roe was the best medic we ever had. He was born to be a medic. You could always depend on him. You hollered, "Medic!" he was right there come hell or high water, he knew what he was doing. He was compassionate, took care of you mentally, physically, every way.
ā William āWild Billā Guarnere describing Eugene āDocā Roe in the book he cowrote with Babe Heffron, Brothers in Battle, Best of Friends
DESERT DUO MET UP PHOTO IM CRYING SO MUCH
THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO MEEEEE ššššš
I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.
Career change (nervous breakdown optional)
Feels like a Friday post. But you can on Saturday too if you want.
Either way, you want to chase the hat.
NGL leaving my job after was terrifying.
No backup plan and no health benefits. Just me, a spiked nervous system, a trashcan LinkedIn bio I abandoned circa 2017 with honours.
I spent the first two weeks crying, I did that. Then reorganizing my fridge, using a lot of Windex around the house, checking my email like a raccoon checking dumpster locks. Nothing came. And sigh.
No word from HR. But the world didnāt end. My old boss didnāt send an apology or even a passive-aggressive emoji. Just hot red radish silencio ad absurdum. For a while.
And then something weird happened.
I started sleeping again. My shoulders unclenched for the first time in six years. One day I laughed. Can you / I believe it? LikeĀ reallyĀ laughed. And it was not a coping mechanism sliding into an entropic spat of sob sobs.
It turns out walking away from a place that gaslights you into thinking you were the problem can be the best career move you have ever made.
Iām still broke and scared and still always figuring it out. But at least now when I cry, itās not because Iām being slowly turned into spirals of flesh-coloured chaff in the old pencil grinder gig 'conomy, know what I mean?
Anyways, freedomās weird. I think I want to hesitatingly and forcefully recommend it.
The moment Tigris tells Snow he looks like his father, my heart broke.
That's her Prim.
That's the child she took care of while being a child herself, stuck with an adult who couldn't care for them all that well. She tried so hard and sacrificed so much for the boy that despite all her love still turns into a monster.
Katniss's Prim dies, but Tigris' Prim destroys every part of the boy she raised, to the point she wants him dead and has nothing in her heart for him except absolute loathing.