#Guess what happened to me this morning
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Day 17: Bugs
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#amy rose#amy rose daily#sonic#sth#sonic fanart#please donate!#day 17#Guess what happened to me this morning
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there is no greater pain imaginable than loosing a hardcore world. no god could inflict an agony more crippling than seeing the words “spectate world” on my screen.
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anybody else get so horny that you get depressed when you cum
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Today's crab is: pink-eyed
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#Classic Amy#Amy Rose#StH#image description in alt#goggyart#I like these a lot. I want to push more with her as I draw her more going forward.#I'm really happy with how I did her hands I guess. Their a thing I tend to struggle with and it becomes mega annoying. It ends up with#me leaving something mostly done unfinished for weeks or months (as what happened in this case. I started these not long after I finished#the similar drawings with sonic and tails)#so this morning I got determined enough to push through the fear of have to scrap the work I'd done previously. i had to redraw her hands#a couple times but I finished it.#anyway I love Amez and Knux a lot. especially to draw. but I struggle with them a lot. so this year I'm endeavoring to study and draw them#more so I can get better and share them with y'all who I hope like them too.
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> be me
> 19 years old and excited to vote in a presidential election for the first time
> go to the polling office by myself, kind of nervous
> I finish voting and go to give my ballot to the nice lady at the desk and make polite small talk
> tell her I have a psychology degree and I'm working towards another
> she takes this as an invitation to traumadump for no reason (I had never seen this lady in my life before today)
> cannot stress enough how much I did Not ask
> she still tells me every traumatic thing that's ever happened to her and the people she loves. Including her veteran husband's PTSD & traumatic childhood & the therapy he does for it, the sudden death of her daughter in law, the near fatal car accident her son was in, how her grandkids reacted to all of this and what therapies they went to and what she thought of each of them, and the horrific accident she was in as a child that inspired her to become a nurse.
> she starts CRYING. like full on gasping sobbing while still accepting ballots and giving people "I voted" stickers
> it is 7:00 in the morning and I have no idea what to do. I have classes starting soon.
> kind of feel like an asshole for making this really sweet retired nurse sob at the polling office even though I did not ask her even a single question related to her trauma or even really said anything other than what I'm studying
> finally calm her down, politely excuse myself
> 30 minutes late for my morning class
> I don't know how I keep getting myself in these situations
#this sounds like i'm lying but i swear on CZ's life that this is how my morning went#things just happen to me i guess#genuinley curious to know what it is about me that makes random strangers want to traumadump to me#it has happened way too many times to be a coincidence#this happens frequently#us politics#election day
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#whump#blood#Lambert#Aiden#Lambden#Laiden#Lamden#Lambert x Aiden#Aiden x Lambert#lambert witcher#aiden witcher#the witcher#the witcher 3#my art#I hope you can feel the panic in lambert's eyes#you guess what happened >:3c#I got really inspired today wow#I am in awe at the human ability to create. this morning it was a blank canvas and now it's full of things that make me feel
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New game interest unlocked
(crow in bottom right belongs to @patchwork-crow-writes)
#ramarl#phantasy star online#long tag warning lol i rambled#so i was introduced to phantasy star online#i think its safe to say i really enjoy the game#thank you mr crow for showing me this game :D i have new creatures to scribble now#there shall be more of these doodles#i promise you that#meant to post this wayyyyy earlier today but uh#my car broke down :') ....again :')#last week it wouldn't turn on and the headlights weren't working so we were like ''ok this is a battery issue and i need a new one''#because jumping the car didnt fix it#so we took my old battery to a shop and they tested its charge before showing us which new one we should get#but the battery had charge???????? so we went back home to troubleshoot#and then found the hooks(?idk what they're called) that connected the battery to the car had something corroded on them#so we grabbed a can of coke and scrubbed away#hooked the battery back up and bam car was working#so the issue was those hooks#until two days ago when my car didnt work again#looked at the battery again and the hooks came loose; tightened them up and bam car working again#and now at this point I'm scared to go anywhere cause what if i get stranded on my own??#so this morning i said ''alright I'm gonna drive myself to church just to be sure that my car works''#AND WOULD YOU GUESS WHAT HAPPENED#at this point i just wish the damn battery was dead and that i could replace it and move on from this#i know they're a bit pricey but jesus this is exhausting#but i can't just buy a new battery if im not sure that's the actual problem because then I'd have a battery and nothing to do with it#i hate having a car sometimes i just want a bus system#or a jeep#but preferably a bus system#sorry rambles thats a long way of saying i didnt post this earlier because ive been working on my car lol
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can someone nice (!!) please please please adopt me im begging you im requesting you (huge word vomit and vent in tags, pls dont read if u dont want to!! and if you don't want this stuff on this blog PLS lmk!! i dont wanna make anyone uncomfy! )
#tw vent#yes ik i have a vent blog#but idk why i dont wanna go there#ill prolly delete this in a while + if i vent here (which ill try not to) ill always tag it#but if any of yall aren't fine with it pls do lmk!!! ill stop <3#Anyways.#fucking hell i hate this.#dude#i very specifically told them to hurry the fuck up THEY were the ones making us late#i have told them a hundred times the minimum time i jeed to get ready#i told them this morning too that you guys make us late then put it all on me#nad she went like oh no dear dont worry that wont happen#WELL GUESS WHAT BITCH#and like the lecture and huge ass scolding and then cold shouldet ive been getting from BOTH of them before i left for coachinh#im just tired atp#idk its not even that big a deal this happens everyday#i dont know how to feel#idk if im even rly feeling anything atp#its just that i really fucking hate being here#I wanna get the fuck out#but thing is this makes me feel kinda guilty occasionally#for eg a few days ago i was rly sick and she took care of me kinda#and then that made me feel bad for hating her#but then things like this happen and i cant help it and i feel so conflicted#i dont want to stay here i know that for sure but i feel guilty for it#if i speak im being rude and backtalking#if i dont speak im being rude and ignoring#the fuck am i supposed to do????#she always tells me to 'stay silent and just hear it'#and when i do that she keeps shouting again and again and finally i say smth bc although its extremely fucking dumb of me to open my mouth
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I bitch about Iarnród Éireann a lot but what other train service would wait for you if you beep the car horn enough
#even if the doors are closed and they've started moving they'll stop and reopen them for you they're so sound.#as you may have guessed this is what happened to me this morning
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In mass shootings like the most recent one: Do they usually leave the bodies there for investigations or do they try to take them out as quick as possible?
#asking cause i was thinking about how the victims might still be in the same exact spot they were this morning#which#makes me feel so strange#Im usually used to conversations where time has passed since the event and the victims had their funeral and their family members had gotte#the strength to talk about what had happened to them#but like#its still so... fresh#i guess this is the first time ive *really* thought of victims as corpses rather then someone's deceased family member#if that makes sense#its all so sobering#teeceecee#tccblr
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Waking up for seemingly no reason only for an earthquake to hit a few secons later at this point is like. Disappointed but not surprised
#it was a small one no worries the house just creaked and shook#but like. still enough for adrenaline to flood my bloodstream and ensure i cant sleep anymore!!!!#and WHY do they only happen in the early hours of the morning. WHY. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT. WHAT KIND OF A COUNTDOWN IS THERE.#DOES THE EARTH'S CRUST KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS???? LIKE?????#and i REMEMBER earthquakes like this before and they NEVER woke me up#before the big ones in 2020 reset my entire system i guess. i am like an animal now except worse bc i dont feel it all the way#eernatalk
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#altaria#here it is… the bird that turns into a dragon-type because reasons…#i still don't think just from looking at this thing that they should be a dragon-type. i feel like it still seems out-of-place given their#design but HONESTLY i like it. i think it's a cool like. subversion. type thing. i would not look at swablu and be like Yeah that evolves#into a dragon-type. and apparently a really good one at that? i believe i've heard good things about altaria#ugh. good things. got a selection of GOOD THINGS on sale‚ stranger… my brain does that sometimes#when i hear or say innocuous phrases it's like HEY that's the same thing this OTHER guy said in this QUOTE you've heard before#dunno WHY but. it happens. and it just happened there. but altaria i dunno it's a dragon-type and that's awesome. i don't remember what i#said i was gonna talk about on the swablu post yesterday wrt altaria and i am too lazy to look back at those tags to remember#hi it's me morning of this posting at like 7 AM. i remembered bc i just looked. i was gonna ask if they were good competitively#and. i'm pretty sure they are. ALRIGHT LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT SMOGON#ah okay not busted but generally good i guess. latest information states RU in gen 9 but UU in a lot of other gens. NU and PU in there too#bounced around a lot i guess. but here's my question. why? do i care#it's cute. and i don't care if they're strong or not… because they're cute…
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kinda nervous to do leg day at the actual gym ngl, like doing upper body at the gym rather than at home for the other day for the first time (!!) was a little intimidating but overall fine... but lower body is just so much messier
#like people gonna see me losin balance and shit lel... but who cares i got gains to achieve#i guess we'll see if i get my ass out of here in time to catch the 7:30 bus and do a morning workout#ideally more of the machines will be free if i go before class (ive never used a leg machine)#but honestlyyyy i kinda dig my free weight workout#we shall see what happens#i havent been blogging a lot of my strength training journey but lmk if any of yall want me to change that#i finally had to start lifting in the gym since i outgrew my home weights!!#tho for leg day imma be real i probs only need 5 pounders#thots et al#gym bear arc
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i have no clue what's going on w/ the hiring process for the job offer i got yesterday, but at least it seems like nobody at the post office does either. 🙃
#ctxt#charlie vs mail#got a call from some guy at the regional sorting facility like 'uuh yeah just drop in to your PO whenever for fingerprinting'#so i show up in shorts & a t-shirt as a stop along a multi-errand trip bc my impression was that this is just a part of the background check#woman doing my prints was like 'idk if anyone's here to speak with you today but we can check'#me still thinkin it's just a casual meet/greet 'oh no worries haha! btw i got the job offer before having even 1 interview is that normal?'#she doesn't know but leads me around until we find someone buried under a stack of paperwork at her desk#'hi [redacted!] charlie is here for their interview!'#redacted peers over his monitor like a deer in headlights 'who is here for their what now??? oh uuuhh gimme a minute uuuhhhhh'#i'm sweatinnnmng like i'm wearing my birks i am massively underprepared but ok i guess we're doing this & they already offered me the job so#redacted also seemed to be panicking a lil bc the person who usually does these interviews isn't even in today#we had a moment of 'so we're both utterly blindsided here right?' 'yeah can we reschedule?' 'yes god please let's reschedule'#so i'm going back thursday for an actual interview. after already completing background check & filling out tax paperwork#get home to an email from the dude who called me this morning like 'btw dress business casual for your fingerprinting & bring XYZ'#but still stating nowhere that the implication was that fingerprinting & interview would happen concurrently????#this is a federal institution & the second largest employer in the US. get ur shit together !!!#hoping it's not gonna be a black mark that i showed up in my casual summer clothes without the necessary docs#but tbf to me the expectations were hella unclear like i wasn't even given a point of contact for an onboarding supervisor until today#since they were also drastically underprepared i hope it'll just be water under the bridge & we can properly meet thursday#hands down weirdest hiring/onboarding process i've ever gone through but fuck it we ball
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Trying to sleep whilst simultaneously letting some potential lore scenes for future writing/art run in the back of my mind produces some truly unsettling results.
Under no circumstances would Roberts be court martialed for treason. Officer Beverley seems to understand this, but his logic is entirely backwards. Framed by the glow of the fireplace, Beverley leans back against the sole chair in his spartan lodgings and explains what he’s so sure is going to happen. If Roberts does not comply he intends to go to the London admiralty, to let them in on his missing time, the new player making waves in Anarchist circles, the lies at the foundation of his very existence. He seems to think that the Dark-Spectacled Admiral has the power to land him in political scandal.
His letters will never reach the Admiral. Roberts knows this with the same certainty that he knows the Dawn Machine burns in the Southwest. Beverley’s contact is the Voracious Diplomat. He’s trying to be cagey about it, but Roberts has seen the letterhead, shoved quickly into a drawer whenever they need the space on the desk to work. And the Diplomat would never let such a tidbit go to the Admiral, not when it’s worth so much more on Grand Geode.
Roberts was there for the Luminous Plot of ‘69. In fact, he had been the one to ensure that its perpetrators would never find a way to return from the slow boat, no trial, sham or otherwise. As he and the Commodore stood against the gunwhale and watched their cement-laden bodies sink into the Zee, the Commodore turned to him.
“You wouldn’t betray me, would you, Elias?”
The expression on his face is clouded, as if already playing through and wounded by the possibility in his mind. It feels like being thrown into ice water.
“Of course not, sir!”
The very idea is appalling. Surely the Commodore doesn’t truly believe it’s in the realm of the possible—not when the very idea makes his skin prickle. He’s the Commodore’s man, through and through, dedicated to both him and the Work.
The Commodore smiles, his golden eyes suddenly kind.
“That's what I thought. You wouldn’t do such a thing,” his hand reaches out to pat his shoulder, “Not from my most loyal midshipman.”
He can’t help but flush at the praise. Hopefully, the deck’s dim lighting covers it. But it hardly matters, for the Commodore turns away, gazing into the waves where they’d thrown the traitors not minutes ago. Roberts thinks the conversation is at its end when the Commodore starts again, eyes never leaving that fixed point on the Zee’s surface.
“If you did betray me, of course, I wouldn’t kill and feed you to the dawn flukes. That would be too easy of an end. Instead, I’d weld you into our smallest zub and ship you to Anthe. Who knows,” he shrugs, “you might just even have enough supplies to make it.”
He can’t breathe, his lungs are frozen in his chest. The image is all too real—trapped in that metal coffin, hardly able to move. Through the icy panic, all he can feel is the frantic hammering of his heart and the sharp twinge of the muscle of his left thigh, where the scarred skin puckers above it. The Commodore wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. Right? He has to take a breath. He needs to respond. It’s been too long. His silence might be taken for suspicious.
“There’s no need for that, I assure you.” The words come out whole, though his voice is frailer than he’d like. The Commodore is studying him now. Roberts isn’t sure whether or not he can meet his gaze, what the Commodore might see on his face. After a moment the Commodore nods.
“I didn’t think so. But you never know.” With that, his mouth slides into a grin, demeanour changing like night and day. “We’d best get back soon. There’s work to be done back on base. I’ll alert the navigator.”
Roberts sees the hand coming soon enough to not flinch when it lands on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring shake, before the Commodore is off, already descending the ladder.
He takes a deep breath and steadies himself, chasing the claustrophobic phantasm from his mind. The Commodore is right—there’s work to be done.
Truth be told, he’s not entirely paying attention to the details of Beverley’s demands. He doesn’t have to, when he already knows he’ll agree to whatever he says. It’s clear as dawnlight what he must do. The Officer seems almost surprised by how easily Roberts acquiesces, but that surprise soon turns to barely-concealed delight as the scientific possibilities unfold before him. He’s already turned away from Roberts and back to the schematics, searching for a pen to record the newest thoughts.
It’s truly a shame, Roberts thinks, hand reaching behind him for the fireplace poker, to have to lose such a promising engineer. But treachery is something that the New Sequence cannot tolerate.
Beverley doesn’t even see it coming until the instant he brings the iron poker down across his skull.
#roberts/nite#ok I guess we’re writing now#happy half three writing fugue#I remembered again that Roberts’ first death was inside a crumpled ship during the fall#and that he has crippling claustrophobia#and this went from#‘how does he deal with a colleague who wants him to test the new mini zub’#without admitting how badly he does in small spaces#to ‘what’s the worst thing that could possibly happen to him if he’s revealed to be an anarchist’#and then remembered the convo about Beverley’s blackmail attempt#I hope this is coherent when the sun comes up#that is unfortunately a recurring issue with me and words at this hour#though the early hours of the morning are far worse#if you ever get a message from me before 11am I am so sorry#I need to be conscious for… a while before the language receptors catch up#my writing#roberts
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