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i am going!!! on a break! my 2nd meeting, with boss level II, to discuss the meeting earlier today with boss level III, went well also!! but boy howdy do i want to go home and my stomach is AAAAAHHGH

my big meeting i presented went well! i got some horrible vague tasks assigned to me and everything!

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my big meeting i presented went well! i got some horrible vague tasks assigned to me and everything!

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watching people play satisfactory on youtube while i’m on lunch at work..

yeah i think it’s safe to say the fixation is BACK

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himst

werewolf (tech dweeb) starter call

omg if y’all wanna write with a werewolf tech dweeb (the og imo) Henry is awake and howling

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werewolf (tech dweeb) starter call

omg if y’all wanna write with a werewolf tech dweeb (the og imo) Henry is awake and howling

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I’m PRETTY sure her voice just carried down through our connected bathroom vents but like I’m not gonna confirm until I see her with my eyes again, maybe it’s a fluke.. No, it’s her I’m sorry her voice is so distinct 😂 How do I. get over this. i need a therapist but my insurance sucks a lot

this is not a drill, I think my evil college roommate FROM WHEN WE WENT TO SCHOOL IN A DIFFERENT STATE FIVE+ YEARS AGO is my NEW UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOR

i am almost 100% sure I saw her leaving my building (she has fun little berets and likes to dress Very European from being raised overseas in the military (i was raised in vacaville and went to school on TAFB like a wild dog)) AND THERES BANGING UPSTAIRS OF SOMEONE NAILING THINGS INTO THE WALL IN THEIR NEW APARTMENT AT 8PM

MY FRIEND MOVED OUT A FEW WEEKS AGO AND WHAT IF MY EVIL COLLEGE ROOMMATE MOVED IN!!!!

please keep me in your thoughts this is Shakespeare levels of dramatic irony, this is an entirely different state from the one we went to college in, I moved here first… Get out!! >:T

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liveblogging scream while i watch for the first time over on my sideblog!! the heathers vibe of this one,, its like heathers wanted to be just a BIT more BLOODY-

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this is not a drill, I think my evil college roommate FROM WHEN WE WENT TO SCHOOL IN A DIFFERENT STATE FIVE+ YEARS AGO is my NEW UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOR

i am almost 100% sure I saw her leaving my building (she has fun little berets and likes to dress Very European from being raised overseas in the military (i was raised in vacaville and went to school on TAFB like a wild dog)) AND THERES BANGING UPSTAIRS OF SOMEONE NAILING THINGS INTO THE WALL IN THEIR NEW APARTMENT AT 8PM

MY FRIEND MOVED OUT A FEW WEEKS AGO AND WHAT IF MY EVIL COLLEGE ROOMMATE MOVED IN!!!!

please keep me in your thoughts this is Shakespeare levels of dramatic irony, this is an entirely different state from the one we went to college in, I moved here first… Get out!! >:T

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Trick or treat 🎃🤗🧡

Happy halloween my friend! :)

(I always want a treat!)

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WAIT HOW DOES ONE BOOP ITS NOT ,, LIKE A BUTTON IS THIS A NON-APP THING

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wait are the paw badges back,? are we booping??

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She makes herself smaller and Barry wonders what for. For safety, for warmth? To cover both options, he tucks his arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer to him, his jaw set.

“What, uh, happened?” Maybe it was just a comment, maybe she didn’t want to elaborate. He never knew what people needed from him, he tried to offer what he expected they wanted. That worked, lots of times. With 85…she just seemed to want whatever his natural response was.

That used to weird him out.

He goes a bit more rigid hearing her talk about her new assignment.

He knew that code.

“Hey, you…want me to do it for you?” He looked back down at her, his eyes deep and genuine. Also, supposedly unbothered. It was the job, after all. Had to be done. “I… Y’know, I do that a lot. Recon… Tagging…” Finding people…and doing the logical steps which followed.

😴 THIS IS HER NEW FAVORITE SPOT | @bruisedconscience

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klemper: i don’t feel good

me: i know it’s bedtime

klemper: like existentially

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i cannot pick a name for my werewolf story,, mainly bc i keep changing 2 big plot points

[ gif description: The artist from the movie The Iron Giant holds up his hands and yells. Text on the gif reads: “It’s art!” /end description ]

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just finished rewatching knives out, blanc open for asks that y’all can turn into short threads, send him things c:<

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my apartment calling me 2 times while my phone is on SILENT for WORK and they DID NOT LEAVE A VOICEMAIL EITHER TIME 🤬🤬🤬😤😡🤬👿😠

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He can smell something off, of course. Nothing specific, beyond the fact that he was not a wolf like himself. But Sasha wouldn’t jump to conclusion. Instead, he focused on the art in the gallery before him.

“Does this one…symbolize something?” Sasha asked the artist, his eyes shining. He was a cartographer—his art tried to be as objective and true to facts as could be, with little room for artistic interpretation or experimentation. Except for maybe the labeling…

josé & sasha - mind over matter