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Turns out I have bronchitis
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i’m going to throw the fuck yp WHOOOOOO made this WHY is it in my break room im losing my mind
#keep misreading haveaplan as heaven?!??!?!? osbdbfjdj#everyone telling me to quit my job over this:#this is the best job i’ve ever had in my 14 years of working LOL#well. the pay is shit. but i like the schedule and my store is very good. michael’s as a company sucks ass sucks complete asssssss#but my lil store is <3#ALSO say hiii to the new events host and coordinator <3 i did not get a raise <3
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happy pride month
#naegami#makoto naegi#byakuya togami#danganronpa#trans byakuya#polaris polanski#that post is ff naegami to me to a terrifyingly accurate degree#makoto and his wife who wants him to quit his job#byakuya casually dropping bombshells on a shell-shocked and exhausted man#and then daydreaming about a better life they could have together while makoto's still reeling with the implications#if i reconcile my bizarro upbringing and my convoluted perception of gender roles and current position in this foundation#the only way i can get him to leave on his own volition is to marry him. in a straight way. bc we're both straight. what if i was a girl#makoto's resigning himself to being ff's dog for the forseeable future. meanwhile byakuya is doing the same but also having egg emotions#not featured: kyoko who was sitting on the opposite side of makoto and was in the middle of a conversation with him. that got interrupted#she immediately downs her shot after byakuya says that out loud and texts the other survivors who each owe her $10. toko owes her $20#tgirl egg byakuya in her 20s in an apocalypse as a middle manager is a very specific headcanon that i enjoy a lot#only thing keeping her going is her bisexuality and the reminder that 'i went off the grid while crossdressing before i can do it again'#my arts
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#hi im alive again#also i quit my job#and going back to school for a completely different field#and other things happened also#but surprise life update lol#ysa speaks
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Rellana, Twin Moon Knight & Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon
prints ✦ full process on patreon
#elden ring#rennala#rellana#my art#shadow of the erdtree#ngl i don't share fandom's obsession with Rellana and find her character quite lacking#I wish we knew something more about her other than “hehe messmer simp”#bc yes rennalas marriage is a big part of her story but we also know a lot about her in other contexts and before the liurnian wars#which makes her much more interesting to me#bc idk im just not a fan of when in media the whole plot arch of a woman's story resolves around her relationship with a man#and i feel like with other women characters fromsoft did a better job at showing that they are human beings with different agendas etc#so when it comes to Rellana i love the POTENTIAL of what she could be
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#based on true events#teenage paul is my favourite genre of man#so cute ^^#somewhere around the early 60s i think#when they were deported from hamburg paul's dad made him get a job and john made him quit 😭😭#true friendship right there#and also great commitment to the band#the beatles#paul mccartney#john lennon#george harrison#ringo starr#beatles#memes#mclennon
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good day to draw meta knight gijinka
#meta knight#kirby#kirby gijinka#my art#i think im so hilarious#this is quite noticeable but i had to manually edit the background of the tiktok pic to get rid of the dude in the pic#idk if i did a good job#oh and yes i love to believe in the transmasc mk#ALSO ALSO i literally drew these for this one person who just joined tumblr and followed me and they said they'll stalk my blog for more mk#a0v1dp3dr0 you seem silly ily
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what do you think of your dragon sona in a business shirt and tie suit ?
you know what, sure
#furry art#furry#koboldasks#anthro art#koboldfactory#my fursona#i've been asked this like several times. i wonder if its the same person lol. its an outfit i would have drawn anyways#also i get to draw me hating my last job that i quit
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made a realization today
#sure ive had 5 jobs in the last 2 years because i keep quitting whenever i start consistently fucking up. but also#i think im doing them a favor by not being a leech on their company#and they should be greatful i dont confidently ruin their lives by being awful at everything i do for longer than necessary.#txt#i say all this. but historically i did believe with full confidence that i was going to get fired on the day i was given the companys first#ever employee of the month award.#suicide joke#my art
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I was accepted to a paid video editing internship and a lot of the work is very reminiscent of what I used to do here. It makes me so happy to know that my silly little Tumblr blog gave me good practice :3 I hope everyone is doing well <3 Tell me what you're going to be for Halloween!
#I'm editing down video podcasts of tech bros yappin about whatever into tiktok sized chunks#getting good practice on trimming dialogue and adjusting subtitles#I'm already pretty good at getting the videos paced well though!#very reminiscent of trimming down and subtitling a Tingting video#or trimming down a long cooking video#I decided this year that my new goal in life will be to become a professional video editor so that's what I'm working towards now#hope everyone is well 🫶🏻#For Halloween I'm going to be Marina Domek from Fear and Hunger 2#fear and hunger has been my hyperfixation for over a year now lol#also I moved to a new apartment and then had a mental breakdown and quit my job and now I have no income so that's how life has been for me#chitty chatty#text post#not asmr
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so help me god if I tanked the chance for a well-paid job with full medical benefits, sick leave, paid vacation time, etc. because I hardly ever do machine seam-finishing
I'm going to be. really really really upset
#personal#did a sewing test for a theatrical costuming job at a big local theatre the other day#did my best but I know some of my samples were probably quite wonky because I'm used to finishing seams by hand#and thus having more control to make adjustments as I go#a few I had to look up how to do on my phone- but then the proctor told me I could do that and they do it frequently in the shop#I go back and forth between 'it'll be fine; I probably did fine; they SAID they take all skill levels and that they google how to do things#and 'oh there's no WAY I'm getting this gig'#it was an interesting experience because the shop manager like. stopped me on the street to ask if I made my dress#and then if I would be interested in maybe joining her team#but now I'm like 'are they even going to believe I made the things I sent them pics of'#'or that they saw me wearing [I wore my winter coat to the test because it was V. Cold]'#'after my machine-felling on organza was an uneven disgrace'#I can fit and copy patterns from books and even do a bit of draping#I can do a lot of hand-stitching finishes pretty quickly and evenly#I can do insertion lace and soutache#I've made hats before#but I just. haven't done a lot of machine-finishing#and that's all they tested me on really#also sewing on snaps and one (1) hand-finishing stitch#(one I hardly ever use anyway- catch-stitch/zigzag stitch)#(I fell my hems generally speaking)
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I am in Eskew.
#i am in eskew#david ward#my art#iaie#to me eskew looks a lot like post prl poland#you know trying to make someone look like the most avarage guy ever is quite hard#but i think i did a semi decent job#i still cannot fully imagine david like all i know is he has sad eyes looks tired and is very avarage also some shade of brown hair#i just finished eskew today and god it was a banger it was great
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ep 43 had me tearing up in a fucking shopping centre ‼️‼️
b+w alt version that I truly couldn't decide if I liked it more . Also I included a lot of thoughts in the tags but they're somewhat incoherent<3
#i dont know what i expected but i was waiting for a friend and too excited to wait until later#malevolent podcast#john doe#john doe malevolent#john malevolent#malevolent fanart#grimm art#ep 43#ep 43 left me with a lot of thoughts ... i didnt quite like how much of a recap it felt like at times but that might#be because ive been relistening and like yeah everyone knows that john 🙄 but that's not the case for everyone and with monthly uploads#things get forgotten easily#i find the discussion of “humanity” so interesting because John has shown that without someone that he has forcibly grown to value as an#equal... something he cannot do as the king of yellow as he is superior to all of his realm and presumably stays out of other elder god's#anyway. without that equality and enviroment to grow he fails to reach his goal of compassion and falls onto old ways.#John. The King in Yellow. shown by both times each has found themselves in human form do not just crave power and influence!!!#THEY CRAVE COMMUNITY!!! an endrich being not born or raised with nothing but power and ego#CRAVES COMMUNITY.#His goal of “humanity” is not a selfless goal like John projects - it is ultimately somewhat selfish as he does not want to be alone!!#which makes this desire so much more human#i don't know maybe this is just me spelling out whats already there but the way john and the witch argued about humanity frustrated me#it felt like they were missing the point or that perhaps the “good/evil” “black/white” retoric was already realised by me and john needed#realise it himself . which is fair !!!#i dont know!!!!#the witch was talking about how bad everyone was and how humanity is cruel and john was talking about Lily (#who also frustrates me how shes used in the plot somewhat she was literally just a nurse doing her job bro#) but to John - yes internally he is struggling with his moral greyness and im so proud of him for growing being himself SO PROUD#JUST.!!! he wants community. he needs community. he loves his friend. 'humanity' at its core does not matter as long as you try to be bette#and i think thats awesome and i really enjoyed the episode#guhh im rambling enjoy my tag rambling i dont know i want john to have more friends :(#yorrick can be another friend godd i love you yorrick so silly
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late night chat
#meeple.png#inanimate insanity#inanimate insanity invitational#ii oj#ii mephone4#ii mephoj#not inherently shippy but it is based on the weird gay little version of iii in my head#anyway i think they should've had some kind of summer romance in iii that changes their view on their lives forever#and leaves them haunted by eachother in a way that neither will want to address but it sticks with them#oj is Stuck in his shitty hotel job and kind of caged himself into that the more he insists its Just the way it is and hes fine with it#while mephone has simply gotten used to running away and hiding as much as he can#neither are good coping mechanisms but the kind of experience and perspective they have could be exactly what they need to hear#oj needs to Fucking Quit while mephone needs to let himself find community and let others know him#so he doesn't feel like he Has to run or he Has to do it alone#oj has connections albeit some messier than others#and hes a bit of a bitch but definitely more liked than mephone#and mephone has the If It Sucks Hit The Bricks mentality and the bluntness to get that through to oj#oj also has the perspective of being a s1 vet which means he has a very different view on mephone than others might#and that could do some good in getting through to mephone how his host behavior can negatively affect the contestants involved#mephone views oj as more equal to him as theyre business partners. hes very friendly to him (even if one sided.) he might just listen#sorry if this rant is redundant btw im not reading back any of this HAHA
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Merry Christmas guyyyss🎄
#merry christmas beautiful people#hope you're enjoying it as much as these two#let's admit tess cannot bake#she's learning in jackson but joel is still the one doing do cooking#as u can see it's for her own safety#oh and the first one? well it's up to you what happened there#u know it's funny how i always forget to draw some detail i really wanted to add and then remember a week later with OHHHH WHY#im wondering... what it is this time :D#i miss christmas... they are not what they used to be and im “forced” to spend them at work wearing shitty clothes my boss wants#i swear one more thing and im not only quitting my job but also attacking my employer#just kidding but f@*k bartending#sorry but its been a lot#tess servopoulos#joel miller#joel x tess#tess tlou#joel tlou#tessjoel#tess lives#why is it always end of the tags where i unleash this?
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clean me off, i'm so dirty babe ch. 1
oz cobb x reader / 1837 words / sfw (for now)
summary: you work at a dry cleaner that oz frequents. he's one of your favorite regulars.
tags: gn reader though oz does call them 'doll,' soooo fluffy -- next chapter will be a lil more nasty tho ;)
You’ve been working in the combination dry cleaner and laundromat in the Diamond District long enough to be able to suss out when someone’s a regular businessman and when someone’s…well, not.
The regular who identified himself as Oz Cobb was, decidedly not. However, you could tell that he wasn’t like the others.
The first and most obvious sign that threw you initially was that he handled this business himself. Other people whose money came from underground had lackeys, or more typically, lackeys of lackeys to drop off and pick up their clothes. You couldn’t count the amount of times a twenty-something in thrifted boots came in with a stack of $4000 suits. It wasn’t subtle.
Oz was different, though. His suits were expensive, but it was usually the same set of four or five paired with maybe seven or eight shirts – occasionally there would be a new suit in there, though no more often than a regular-person banker or lawyer or, you supposed, club owner.
He was kind. That was something else that set him apart from most of the other businessmen who came through. Probably most importantly, Oz always tipped you and often it was very well. But his kindness extended beyond that – he smiled when he came in, chatted when you were matching his order slip (which he always remembered to bring) to his clothes, and never rushed you through the scanning and checkout process.
When he dropped off his clothes, he always pointed out stains he needed work on, apologizing for them (and you, of course, pretended not to know that the stains on his crisp white shirts were definitely blood. You also pointedly ignored how often he came in with shirts splattered with something that was definitely blood.)
And, unlike a lot of these messy not-businesspeople, his pockets were always empty. You had a habit of running into things that you shouldn’t have tucked in those blazer or trouser pockets, be it cash in hundreds, pills, or occasionally a bullet, which you always put in a small plastic bag to be discreetly tucked into the blazer pocket later. Usually when you saw that same suit again, it came with a massive tip.
Oz wasn’t messy like that though, he was clearly meticulous with his clothing and his belongings – not like someone who could afford to be careless.
You grew to look forward to seeing Oz, he and the unmistakable car he always pulled up in were like a breath of fresh air.
One day, a completely dead afternoon, he came in at around his usual time for pickup. You didn’t need to look at his slip to know where his things were, “Hey Oz,” you said as he walked in, the bell on the door ringing behind him, “how’s your Tuesday?”
“It’d be a lot better without this heat, I gotta tell’ya. How’re you?”
You came out with his suits, hanging them on the rack by the counter and catching that he wasn’t wearing one of his usual blazer. You’re not sure you’ve ever really seen his body before this and were you not on the clock you’d probably be blushing, but you maintain professional stoicism, clearing your throat, “I’m alright, it’s been very slow today. Pros and cons, you know.”
He nods and you take the first suit to scan it in when something catches your eye, “Shit – ah, pardon my language,” you say, hurriedly flipping through the short stack of suits in front of you.
“Everything alright?”
“Ugh, my boss let the new guy do these while I was out and he didn’t crease any of your pants. I’m so sorry, Sir, I can have them done in about twenty minutes if you don’t mind waiting, but I can give you a discount on them if you need to head out. I’m so sorry again.”
“‘S alright, Doll. Shit happens, ain’t the end of the world.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, glancing at it before looking at you with those big brown eyes, “To be honest with’ya? I really don’t feel like going back out there. It’s nice and cool in here, and I got a little time anyway. If you have time to take care of them now, I’ve got time to wait.”
“Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your uh – “ not being a total asshole about this “ – flexibility.”
“All good. And you don’t have to call me ‘Sir,’ Oz is fine.”
“Okay, Oz,” you smile, “I just put on some coffee, would you like some?”
“Honestly, that sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
You give him another smile, “You can come get it, it's just to the left here,” you say, pointing to the machine and mini fridge just past the space to get behind the counter.
He looks at it and laughs a little as he makes his way over, “VIP treatment, unless you’re this nice to all your customers?”
You chuckle, shaking your head and going to the creaser with his suits, hanging them up on the rack next to it, “You might be the first. But you’re in here like clockwork and you always remember your slip, so you get the privilege of the secret menu.”
“Well, color me flattered,” You get to work, as does he, and it’s silent until he opens the fridge. “This caramel macchiato creamer thing any good?”
“Oh yeah, that’s mine, it’s my favorite,” you say, carefully setting the first pair of his pants in the machine. “It’s a little sweet, they do a good job with the caramel, though.”
“Hm.” You continue to work, practically on autopilot, and you hear him hum happily, “This is excellent, I’ll have to get some for my place.”
“Good! I’m glad you like it.” He walks back to the waiting area in front of the counter. You work some more before calling out to him, “Any plans this weekend?”
“Eh, the club’s been real busy lately. Which is great, I’m thrilled about it but you know – doesn't leave a lot of time for rest. Barely been sleepin’. Anyway, I’ll probably be there, keepin’ an eye on things. Gave myself tomorrow off, maybe I’ll try to rest then.”
“I hope you catch up on your sleep, it’s so important,” you say. “That and self-care, do you get massages?”
“Not really my thing.”
“Probably no facials either?”
He laughs, a full yet bright sound, “No facials either.”
“They’re nice! Especially if you work hard, which I know you must.”
“Maybe I oughta listen to you, you know coffee. My clothes always look good when I get them back, too.”
You beam, “I’m so glad to hear that.”
You work on the rest of his pants, chatting with Oz as you do. It’s easy conversation between the two of you, swapping restaurant recommendations and making other small talk. You’re about to start the last pair and think about asking him out, innocently enough, but then his phone rings and he takes the call.
He’s speaking Spanish and while you’re not fluent, you were good at it through school so you can understand the gist. Someone close to Oz, especially if his face was any indication, had been found down the street. There’s a brief argument about her medications, about long-term care for her. Oz hangs up with a deep sigh. “Sorry, Doll, that was my shift lead at the club. Needs me in for a really important meeting, completely forgot about it. You know how it is. Would I be able to come in a little later and pick these up?”
You suspect this isn’t the first time that Oz has lied to you, but it’s the first time you’re able to see it. You turn around and give him a smile, “Absolutely, no trouble at all.”
“I’ll be back before you close. Thanks for understandin’.”
True to his word, he does come back in the evening. You weren’t sure if he would; you imagine he has other things on his mind. He looks much calmer than when he left earlier, his smile contagious. “Welcome back,” you say, moving to get his suits.
“Glad to be back,” he laughs, coming to the counter. You hang his suits on the rack and he breaks the silence, placing a sequined dress on the counter between you. “I’ve got a question for ya, do you do repairs?”
“What do you need?” You ask, looking at the dress.
“Well, it needs to be cleaned first, it’s – it’s my sister’s, she asked me to take care of it but I’m not sure something like this can even go in a washing machine. Anyway, there’re some missing sequins – where’d they go…” he murmurs softly as he turns over the fabric until he reaches a small but obvious section of missing sequins toward the bottom, running his fingers over it. “Right here, would you be able to fill in the gap here?”
You take the dress, looking over the spot and nodding, “Absolutely, that’s no problem. It’ll take a little longer because I think I’ll have to order these sequins and I’ll have to do it by hand – you can with the sewing machine, but I don’t think it looks as nice.”
“You’re a lifesaver. She was real upset about it, I told her though, I said ‘I know where I can take this and they’ll make it good as new.’”
You chuckle, “I admire your faith in me. When does she need it back by?”
“Oh, whenever. I don’t think she’s got anything coming up for it.”
“Awesome. I can call you with a price estimate once I look at the new sequins.”
“Sounds good.”
Oz paid his bill for the rest of his suits, thanking you again. “Today was kinda – didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. But this made it better, thank you.”
He turns to leave and head for the door but you stop him, calling his name. Maybe it was the way he thanked you, maybe it was his confidence in your skill, maybe it was that he liked the coffee but before you can stop yourself, you’re writing down your number on the back of a dry clean ticket, stepping out from behind the counter. You’ve never really looked at him this closely before, your gaze flickering to the tufts of hair peeking out from the undone button on his shirt. He’s looking at you curiously and you will yourself to speak.
“Um – “ you clear your throat, handing over the paper “ – that’s my personal cell. In case she needs her dress back early or…in case you want to get dinner sometime?”
Oz smiles but it’s not one of his customer service interaction smiles – it’s something real, like when he was sipping your coffee earlier. “Well look’it that, you just keep making my night better and better. I’ll text you about plans later tonight, this week’s a little busy but I’m sure I can make some time.”
You smile brightly, “Perfect. I’ll be around.”
“Have a good night, Doll.”
#okay fine#oz cobb#x reader#the penguin hbo#i used to work in a laundromat and i'd do my shifts by myself and idk if i had a regular like oz it would've made my whole day <3#that job was crazy lmao i had to quit because i developed eczema and it wouldn't stop getting worse. still have it but i think it was worth#it if it means bringing this fic into the world xD#anyway pls enjoy 1.8k words of yearning for this man jmbjggjnb#oh also title taken from mcr bc of course it was
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