#Worker Wednesday

[werewolfaday]

day 59!

[spgiraffefb]

Happy #WalterWorkerWednesday! 😎

[ramenwithbroccoli]

happy Walter Worker Wednesday / early Fanbot Friday / GG getting a physical plastic body Spiderman Unboxing Sunday

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sorry if i got something wrong guys i realised i was using old references way too late

walter worker Joyce belongs to @steamanband, Buzzer belongs to @boneinator and Boopsy Doodle belongs to @brooklynisher :]

[16th-cornelia-street]

I see people doing the whole “she asked for no pickles thing” with Wednesday speaking up for Enid, but I could see Enid being the one speaking up for Wednesday as a way to prevent her for stabbing the server for messing up her order.

[steamanband]

You know what day it is

[perplexingluciddreams]

Wednesday = Emily day!

I had a good time with my support worker 😄. We finished watching Mean Girls from last week. And watched the start of Heathers (again!! I have watched it at least 6 times since last Wednesday!!!). I told Mum that and she said she is not surprised. 🤣

We also played cards - blackjack again. With Mum too as usual. That is fun! I love to win 😄😂.

I am feeling very happy. And it is rain now, so not feel as hot!! And I can smell the rain which I love.

And sister brought second snack to me and I got to say hi and see her new hoop earrings! She looks very beautiful as always ❤️. She booped my nose 😆😁!

Fixation on Heathers and Mean Girls The Musical and Barrett Wilbert Weed still going strong. I ordered the Heathers original film DVD. Mum wants to watch it too, I say we can watch together, she say maybe downstairs when I get my special chair! (With fingers crossed that it is good for me).

I also bought and watched the Mean Girls original film (from 2004). I have seen it before but only once or twice a few years ago. It was cool to remember how funny it is! I also think I understand the characters and the "message" better now - that is partly because of the musical helping me understand with the songs and music.

I feel really proud about having bedroom door open so much and letting a bit more of the outside world and other people in. I think it is good for me to be around people and have positive interactions.

Every time I see Emily or another person, I feel slightly more relaxed.

It all makes me feel smiley. 😊😁😄!

[honeybee-taskforce]

WIP Wednesday 🐝

thanks for the tags @paperstorm @sznofthesticks @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom and @alrightbuckaroo !!

The man’s hands are soft but firm and TK wants nothing more than to explore them all over his body. Public setting be damned, he needs some sort of relief after the intense week he’s had. The frustrating thing is that the man who asked him to dance doesn’t seem to pick up on the fact, and so they spend what feels like eternity with TK pressed against the brick wall of the bar, ass grinding between wall and the man’s thigh. Their lips are locked and if he really took a moment to reflect he would know that the whimper he just heard probably came from him. But he doesn’t want to think about that so he pulls away and grips the man’s face between his hands. 

“I’m TK.” He gets out after a catch up breath. 

The man stops himself from diving back in and it gives TK a moment to admire the plump lips and chocolatey eyes that pierce his entire person. There is a toothy grin that accompanies that handsome face when he replies, “Hi TK. I’m Carlos.” 

“Nice to meet- ah!” TK tries to continue before Carlos attaches himself to TK’s neck. He loses himself to the sensation and knows there will be a bruise tomorrow. That’ll be fun to explain to Nancy. “Nice to meet you.” 

Carlos removes and pulls himself back after another beat, propping one hand on the wall and leaning into TK’s space. “Nice to meet you too. For the second time.” 

TK smiles and looks down at Carlos’ chest. Holy shit. If asked he wouldn’t have said that their first meeting was on the job, but if that’s the story Carlos wants to go with then that is the lead he will follow. “I don’t know if that counts, since I was being professional on the job and all. I didn’t even get your name then.”

Carlos’ eyes pierce TK like before but this time he can see a bit of yearning in them. Like there wasn’t an expectation for a real conversation to happen. “You don’t flirt with all of your patient’s teachers?” 

“Only the pretty ones.” TK laughs, squeezing Carlos’ thigh. 

Those eyes roam over his face and down his neck. TK can already feel their mutual interest rubbing together when he pushes his hips forward a little, but he doesn’t say anything else. He was the one who took Carlos’ hand and led them out here, sure, but he doesn’t want to ruin anything. The night’s gone so well already. 

Carlos’ lips open and his eyes shine for a moment, right when his pocket buzzes between their legs. 

It changes the mood entirely and TK feels himself being placed securely against the wall before Carlos is pulling out a phone. He skims through whatever message he just got and his brow furrows. 

TK wants to scream into the sky in sexual frustration. 

“I’m so sorry-“ 

“If you need to-“ 

They both pause. Carlos continues, “I have to take this. It’s an emergency.” 

Well, fuck, now TK feels bad. 

No pressure tags to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet and @whatsintheboxmh !! Plus open to whoever :]

[br1ghtestlight]

just realized my birthday is coming up...... idk what im gonna do Probably nothing

[rickybaby]

Seb is there!

via

[steambot-shenanigans]

For Walter Worker Wednesday, I give you Bill Sims, head of the legal department, on his first day at Walter Robotics

[direwombat]

woe, the first wip wednesday of the 2024 be upon us

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton to share some wippy goodness today. here's some more katc interlude ii from gus' pov. please enjoy this VERY ROUGH draft (with brackets and everything!)

There, sitting in the chair beside Augustine’s bed, is none other than Joseph Seed. 

Augustine nearly doesn’t recognize him at first. Not without the sunglasses. They’re a common source of ridicule among his co-workers -- “What kind of asshole wears piss-colored glasses, anyway?” is a common refrain amongst the townspeople whenever the preacher is spotted outside the island where he built his Church. 

Once, back when Augustine was naive and new to town, he’d made the mistake of coming to Joseph’s defense. “Maybe they’re prescription,” he’d posited, believing it to be harmless speculation. “For migraines or something.” 

He’d never been more quickly ostracized in his life. 

It’d taken weeks to get back into his fellow rangers’ good graces, and even then it was only because Ben had convinced them to give him a second chance. “C’mon, he’s new. Kid didn’t know any better.” 

Augustine learned to keep his mouth shut when it came to Joseph Seed and his family. If it’s taboo to say anything nice about the man, then he’d rather not say anything about him at all. 

Hastily, Augustine lifts himself into a seated position and combs his fingers through his hair, trying to make himself look more presentable. “Mister Seed,” he starts, before realizing he has no idea what the appropriate honorific is. “Uh…Pastor Seed?”

“Father is fine,” he smiles. The corners of those bright blue eyes crinkle warmly. 

“Father Seed,” Augustine corrects, but the way Joseph lips thin like he’s biting back a laugh tells him he still didn’t get it quite right. Anxiety coils tightly in his gut -- Already fucked it up -- but he swallows around the lump in his throat, pushing it down. “I ain’t mean for this to sound  rude or ungrateful, but,” he hesitates a moment, warily eying the man in the doorway. Broad shouldered and donning an army field jacket, the man has a hardened and calculating look in his eyes; one that’s very similar to the look Sybille has whenever he drags her out to meet new people. He’s being sized up. This man is judging his actions, weighing his worth, and the rhythmic beeping on the heart monitor quickens at the idea that he may find Augustine wanting. His attention returns to Joseph’s curious gaze. “What are you doing here?”

“My brother, Jacob,” he motions to the man in the doorway, “told me about what happened to you last night. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

Although Augustine’s pulse slows to its normal rhythm, blood rushes to his cheeks. “Oh,” he says dumbly. “I -- uh…” His hands clasp together and he bashfully averts his eyes to stare at his worrying fingers instead. “I’m okay. Been better, but…I’m alright.”

“That’s excellent to hear,” Joseph says gently.  

Augustine nods and a long stretch of unbearably heavy silence settles over them. He chews on the inside of his cheek until the bitter metallic tang of blood bursts on his tongue, wracking his brain for a topic of conversation, but he comes up empty. “I’m sorry,” he says after an awkward cough. “I ain’t much of a conversationalist and I’m…Well, I wasn’t…”

“You were expecting someone else,” Joseph nods. [insert something about the compassion and understanding and warmth in his voice, rather than the anger and hostility augustine anticipates]

A lame, “Yeah,” is all Augustine can muster in response. His fingers fidget nervously in his lap. “You, uh…You ain’t happen to know if my sister’s here, do you? I gave Ben my phone so he could call her, but.. Um…” he trails off again. Whatever drug they’ve been using to sedate him and numb the pain has also stolen the second half of most of his thoughts as well. 

Joseph sighs heavily and his brows knit together. He removes his glasses, neatly folding the arms and tucking them into the breast pocket of his vest. A warm hand comes to rest on top of Augustine’s clasped ones. 

Augustine knows what that gesture means. It’s what Mama did when she sat him down to tell him that she had cancer and what the kind paramedic did when she told him she was sorry for his loss after he’d found both Mama and Daddy dead in the living room. It’s the kind of comforting gesture one gives before delivering bad news or condolences. Yet as Joseph’s long, spindly fingers wrap around his own, the warmth, accompanied by a sympathetic squeeze manages to keep the knot of anxiety in his gut from growing larger. 

“The phone lines have gone down,” Joseph murmurs. “I’m afraid we haven’t been able to get through to her yet.”

Augustine’s eyes go wide. “The phone lines are down?” he repeats. The County is no stranger to strong winds ripping through the valley, but last he checked the forecast hadn’t predicted anything strong enough to knock out the phones. “What happened?”

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[oluka]

Even when broke and living in an old depot, Tony still has the time to help Betsy Braddock out and fence with her. Also, he's really upbeat for someone whose life is in shambles. I'll interpret this as him putting up a front and ignoring his own problems to help others. I also like that Captain Britain went specifically to him to ask for Avengers help :D

Betsy Braddock: Captain Britain #4

[mariocki]

Play for Today: The Rank and File (BBC, 1971)

"I mean, the cry of a kiddie, the hungry kiddie, that means much more to me than all the laws and all the prisons in creation. I go along with Trotsky, that life is beautiful; that the future generation cleanses of all the oppression, violence and evil and - and enjoy it to the full."

[daz4i]

someone please send me sleepy vibes i need to sleep but i don't . wanna 💔

[perplexingluciddreams]

Today is my support worker Emily's last (official) day.

We watched Merlin (my favourite ever and very long time special interest) together. Emily really liked it. I love it when people I like, enjoy my special interests.

Then later played cards with Mum and sister and me and Emily. And Mum make chocolate cupcakes!!

And Mum also got Emily a few gifts.

It is sad that it is my last Wednesday Emily day. But also she says it is not goodbye. She will come visit sometimes, yay!! Apparently she loves visiting me and I am her favourite 😄🥰

Now I watch more Merlin 😊

[kultofathena]

Markland Merchants Viking Axes

Húskarl (Bodyguard) – Viking Type M Dane Axe Head

Vikingr (Raider) – Type L Fighting Axe Head

Filungar (Boat Builder) – Viking Type C Bearded Axe Head

Snikkar (Wood Worker) – Viking Type D Hand Axe Head