#.mark

[severants]

1x01.

[saywhat-politics]

The people in the top three spots on Forbes' billionaire list—Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Mark Zuckerberg—will have prime seats at President-elect Trump's inauguration next week. NBC News, citing "an official involved with the planning of the event," reports that the three tech billionaires will be sitting together on the platform with other high-profile guests, including Trump's Cabinet nominees. Bezos and Zuckerberg's companies, Amazon and Meta, have each donated $1 million to the inauguration, while Musk spent more than $250 million to help Trump win the election, reports Reuters.

[oicuperp]

hoffman's car

[hellsitegenetics]

WHY ARE YOU MARKED RED ON SHINIGAMI, WTF DID U DO

i cant even post moths anymore. because of woke

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

as an aroace person with limited sexual experience, no interest in watching porn, and poor sex ed as a teen, there IS something simultaneously funny and vaguely tragic about being 28 adult years old and realising how extremely tiny your frame of reference is for genitalia and deciding you should expand this to better understand bodies (yours and others). and then you're just there like "okay so what the fuck do I even google right now, anyway"

[liberalsarecool]

Zuck going homophobic in 2025 to save himself from an FTC antitrust case is peak capitalism.

[sbeana]

coping by drawing them being fun and awesome and normal and silly

[gooselycharm]

SISYPHUS GETS A 9 TO 5

[spoilers for all of severance season 1. words by northernlion, brain worms by me]

[larri0li]

teambuilding activities

[ophelias-gh0st]

Imagine scarfing down chinese food like a rabid animal only for jeff bezos to come and sit next to you and insult your dead wife, so you go home and get a lobotomy about it

[rosenkranz-does-things]

happy severance day! here's some studies I've done while waiting for the new episode

[severants]

🤒 :3c

needing to be looked after

“it's just a hangover.”

“hangovers don't give you a hundred degree fever.”

“they could.”

“mark,” they sigh from across the kitchen, eyes boring into the back of his head as he lowers his head into his hands from where he sat on the couch. a frown tugs at their expression. their stomach churns at his discomfort. 

mark wasn't a man that got sick; perhaps, in the decades they'd known him maybe but a handful of times had they really seen him bedridden. 

the last time he'd been in such a state was…

the sound of the kettle against the stove reverberates off of the cramped walls of the kitchen. 

“you're not going to work tomorrow.”

“i'll be fine, hopefully,” his tone was awfully light.

“it wasn't a question, mark.”

“i'm fine, seriously.”

echo hums disapprovingly as they round the couch, setting the mug they held down onto the table in front of him. they don't sit, choosing instead to tower over his hunched form. their arms cross. 

“so, what, you just go to work sick? what if you're like, raising immune-compromised babies down there? you're just gonna flu all over them? that's fucked up, mark.”

“i don't think we do that in the corporate archives division, e.”

“well you wouldn't know, would you?”

he manages a muted chuckle as they smile too, but when he glances at them, they look away in annoyance. the next moment, their smile falls into a smirk.

“you left your keys downstairs at the bar i think. if you're leaving, you'll have to go get them.”

“stairs. right. i can do that.”

he takes a breath, steadies himself. with muscles too weak to push himself off the couch, he struggles once, twice, to stand. on his third try, he falls back into the cushions.

“tomorrow. i'll grab them when i leave in the morning.”

“mark --”

“i'm okay, e. my god. you act like -- like i’m dying. i can take care of myself.”

“jesus, mark, you think i don't know that? could you let me fucking help you for once without all the back and forth bullshit?”

he pauses, taken aback by them as their arms fall to their side. he carefully watches the way they bite at the corner of their mouth. he thinks of all the times he's scolded them for doing so. he thinks of all the times they've scolded him for all of his vices, too. 

“i didn't mean it like that. i just…i mean, it's not like i'm trained for this, or anything. or that like, i do this literally every day and probably am the best option to take care of you, or whatever.”

the mug is still hot when he picks it up. he tries to smell whatever it is they'd made him, but with sinuses so blocked it's to no avail. if he had to guess, it was --

“tea. and honey.”

he mutters thanks, and nearly burns his tongue on it. 

they gather their emotions, and take their seat next to him.

the sweet of the drink cools the burning at the back of his throat. when he finds his strength depleted, he places the cup back on the table. with eyelids heavy, he rests back on the couch.

when arms pull him to lay, he doesn't fight back, and when hands brush his hair out of his face to feel his forehead, he settles comfortably in their lap.

“they better be paying you overtime for this.”

“mm. i'm going to bargain for nothing less than time and a half times two.”

“...you think I'm worth that much?”

they can barely make out his words, so low and laced with such fatigue. they take a breath to speak, then stop, reconsider. shake it away. they don't know how long it is until they speak again.

“you're worth so much more.” 

he doesn't respond. they look down, past the tufts of dark hair that they've brushed and parted that reveals his eyes -- closed, breathing steadily. 

they don't know how long they sit there, fingers woven into his hair so carefully, but it was long enough for them too to find themselves drifting into sleep.

"...to me."

[doctorsiren]

Day 20 of Sirentober / Doctober

Hands / Journal

You can tell who never made a deal

Available as a print on my Etsy Shop

[amberpriceenthusiast]

They’re soulmates but one of them is infact trying to choke the other to death with the red string of fate tying them together

[cornyonmains]

Correcting a Chinese kid's English homework that another American got wrong on a Chinese app named after Mao Zedong's Little Red Book as part of a mass online temper tantrum to help save TikTok was not on my 2025 bingo card, but here we are.

This might actually be the political fuck-up of the century. Our politicians are all 900 year old crypt keepers who probably turn off their computers by unplugging them from the wall. Were there a single synapse in their decrepit domes focused on something besides their next payday, they might have thought twice about challenging Millennials and Zoomers on the internet. I repeat, ON THE INTERNET. Oh to have the confidence of an octogenarian born into generational wealth.

Something I need people to understand is the "security threat" doesn't just stop at data. The mere act of normal Chinese and American citizens interacting scares the shit out of governments on both sides. I'm already seeing videos from folks here in the US talking about how shocked they were at the grocery hauls in China, and how much they could get with very little. Chinese people are watching Americans absolutely dog walk their own government and talk it for filth. People are having fun.

All rich people had to do was remember the deal. Americans are terrible people. If they had just paid folks enough to buy a house, an electric car, and a vacation once a year they'd sit in front of the TV in a docile fugue state while the wealthy shoved their boots up the ass of the global south. Now who knows what's going to happen. I just know it's a testament to how done with Mark Zuckerberg's ass people are that they're rather learn Mandarin than go back to Facebook.

I think 2025 is about to be a ride.