#blaaaahh

[redjaybird]

[ech, no energy to do much]

[mrbingley]

exorcising these feelings blaaaahh:

tired of being in my loser era!!!! so tired of being stuck in dead end hrly wage underpaid jobs (even tho the one i currently have i love! but the hrs they give me arent enough to live on!). so tired of both my siblings and all of my close "irl" friends having salaried, "grown up" jobs that make me feel so so so so ashamed of where im at in comparison. im tired of skipping meals to make ends meet! im tired of not being able to buy myself little gifts. and seeing the occasional buying of two meals a day as a tremendous indulgence. i'm tired of applying to jobs trying to find something that pays well (i have lost count of how many jobs i've applied to in the last six months) and only having done approx six interviews in total despite applying to so so so many positions (some that are as equally poor pay and im more than qualified for). i feel like i am stuck in hell! i am so tired of losing! im turning 30 this yr and no well paying jobs want anything to do with me even if my experience fits the position. even when i do get the very rare interview and seemingly do well, im still never the one chosen! and i am! so tired! of it! i cant keep doing this. i will likely only be living in arizona for a yr. i wanted to spend that yr getting to meet beloved online friends on the west coast!!!!!!!! but im too sad and poor to do that! i wanted to buy cool tattoos from tattoo artists here that do great stuff but im too poor to do that! i wanted to visit mexico and disneyland while im over here but, once more, i am too poor to do that! being poor is so exhausting!!!!!! being stuck in low paying hrly jobs is exhausting! i cant escape it! no matter how hard i try! i've been trying for six months! i've been trying so hard! my real best! and it's gotten me nothing! that is a harrowing, drowning feeling! that my best attempt isn't enough to get me into a job/life i want! i am so tired of the financial stress of living! i applied to grad school programs for poetry again last yr but got rejected by all but one, and even that was just a waitlist. they told me it was likely i'd get in but then i didn't and they sent a personalized sorry you didn't make the cut email. and it was like that with this latest job interview (the first company that i've ever interviewed for a salaried position). they seemed to like me and said my interview was fantastic but then chose someone else and then told me to interview for a diff open position that my resume fits better so i did and then they didn't hire me for that one either! i'm always always always at my very best just slightly not good enough. it is never ever a yes for me. it's never "you're good you're the one we want you". and that is such a heavy thing to internalize. i wanted to apply to fiction creative writing mfa programs this yr just to say i tried but i've been avoiding finishing my writing sample b/c i don't know if i can handle anymore rejection. people always say waiting to hear back about interviews or grad school applications or etc is the most anxiety inducing part of the process. it's my favorite part. because it's that limbo period where i can pretend that the answer might be a "yes".

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

B.F.D.G. 08: BLEEAHK- that was a bad idea

[Ao3] [ffnet] Full chapter in links!

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The Slayer did not go too far from where he left his new human. He could not as the Demigod realized that she was not equipped at all to survive alone. Just far enough away to get a good reading of the scents and a basic layout before looping back. Finding that the main halls were just big enough for him to walk through as he paced a bit. Investigating a bit as the Slayer just caught a glimpse of the other humans retreating around a corner again and then behind what seemed like airlock doors. He was finding quite a few of those really!

That… made some sense actually, to have several fail safes for breathable air.

He heard the scrambling in the hall that he used before, head snapping around and away from where he sensed the living souls. The near giant launched back the way he came. Following the sound and down a now familiar hall with the big windows that showed the Martian landscape and the colony.

The little human was just starting to move, sitting up and looking around. Only to yell as one of the black slicked possessed creatures was climbing up on the machines she had been left on. The fear drew the creature up on the colorful machine and another one latched onto a machine at her feet.

The Slayer lunged to get over there faster, a snarling growl slipping out. The lower gravity was still throwing him off as he cleared the distance faster than he was expecting. So he crashed into those colorful machines while just able to grab the first altered thing. Shoulder hitting them and rocking the things, and fronts of two of the three crumpled and seemed to just pop open. Sending a few things scattering across the ground with a clatter and thumb of plastic, metal and glass.

The human scream that resulted had an instant reaction. A few moments of chaos that seemed much longer than it really was. He grabbed that first creature and was trying to break it when the second one climbed on top of the machines. Having to grab at that, the Slayer gave a confused but insulted sound as the second hell altered possessed slipped out of his hand as the black oily substance on it let the thing wiggle free. It reached for the human's leg as she was trying to curl up.

The human cried as the Slayer grabbed the second creature with both hands. It made a squelching sound and twisted as if inside its own skin to try to bite his fingers. He grunted in surprise as she fell off the hiding place, half behind the machines. The Slayer gave a frustrated sound as a third black shape was scrambling over his back and was jumping for the living mortal as the broken but still living first possessed rolled over.

He needed both hands to grab the two things, as well as hold onto the slippery one-

The Slayer did not think, he just acted and reacted. Feeling something squished and popped wetly as the same altered teeth that helped him tear into the restraints in his sarcophagus now sliced through demonically altered flesh. Hard enough char was starting to form in his mouth as he caught the third creature and the first in his hands.

Like what happened in the sarcophagus it took more effort to kill the things then it should have. Caving the first creature's chest in and throwing it back. Then had to hold tighter to the last and flexed to start ripping it apart. Annoyed at the strange vine like growths in it-

"Hurrp-ak!"

…and then the taste of the oil that was on the creature he bit finally sank in, a few seconds after the fact. Not even that strange metallic sweet of proper, healthy blood. It was almost rancid and fatty. Engine grease would, and did taste better he knew from experience.

Do not ask what the experience was.

Were?

Technically it was two experiences, but he also knew that Human made engine grease and Argenta made were alike but different.

"...blaaaahh-aahk…" The Slayer spat, gagged and tried to get the fluid out of his mouth as the possessed were charring around him. That one that he bit was tossed down the hall as it seemed to be moving. It was weird and tasted bad and it was like there was a thick layer of that rancid oil under the skin-

The Slayer made a face not unlike someone might do when they suddenly had unexpected acid reflux. That moment between realizing it was a horrible taste and then betrayed that it happened in the first place. The near giant of a man started to lift a hand to try and clear the taste, then realized that the same black oily substance was all over them and coughed. Gagged and then… the demigod dry heaved there in the hall.

The little human was just barely peeking from around the farthest machine that was broken. Mostly seeing the giant's shadow at first and then just the Slayer's top half. He heaved again hard enough some of the traces of liquid energy he had been, well, fed, while trapped in hell came up. Not that that was much better, but not rancid like the oily stuff.

He shifted to start pushing himself up, debating on at least trying to rub the oil off on his shoulder or something-

The Slayer's left hand landed on one of the things that fell from the machines, he started to wince, feeling it crunch. Then jerked away as it… imploded? Exploded? His right shoulder hit the one machine that he did not damage before. Though now its small locks broke and there was a flood of some sort of packets against his shoulders. There was a rather ungraceful moment of him trying to get away from the stuff, triggering some more pop and splashing hisses of fluid.

He was sitting near the human when he finally started to place what the things were. Sitting there out of range of popping anymore…cans. Bottle. Both.

He started to recognize these things. Or at least he recognized that he used to know what these things were. The Slayer sat for a good minute, frowning at what he was seeing. He leaned forward and plunked up one of the undamaged cans, scowling at it as if offended it's kin did that to him.

It was as the big guy was slowly turning the can, squinting at the text on it, that the nearby human, still mostly hiding, wondered if he could read.

In reality, the Slayer could and did read and write quite well. Both human and Argenta languages, several of the latter in fact.

At least…he thought he could still read the old human language. The spoken language was recognizable to the Demigod. Even if it was accented to him. These things had text that were… semi familiar in how the letters were but at the same time like those letters were… wrong. Backwards maybe?

Almost like backwards or spelled so odd it was almost something else.

"It's…" a very small voice spoke, drawing the glowing gaze to his left. The human swallowed almost audibly, as she tucked her face down against her knees. Oddly, it helped her speak again without being able to see anything. "It's a Drizzle Sprint drink. Soda?"

The Slayer blinked slowly at the tiny human, looking at the can again. Soda?

Why was that… familiar?

[person4924]

was u a sheepieeee b4 ? Cuz I wuv da sheepies but Dey always forget bout

sheep translation:

blaaa bla blaaahhh bla bla blaaaahh blah blaaa blaaaaahhh

i have always been a sheepie but this is the first time i’ve met a fellow sheepie

sheep translation:

blaaa bla bla bla blaaaaaaaaa bla blah blah blaaaaaaaaah bla

[specialneedz]

something something hope will triumph over despair blaaaahh blah

[jiwoonged]

ugh i don’t wanna go to work tomorrow, do i fucking have to!!!!!!!

[shujiinkou]

i quit twt and only am on there for my vtubers and genshin art. i literally could not care less about anything else there idk how my friends are staying in there when they deal with it ten times as bad

[kaffeekatze]

BLAAAAHH!!!

BLAH!

[fruityfourgalore]

i got the flu shot in one arm and my covid booster in the other and now all of me is feeling the side effects at 1am on a wednesday

[ladypimpin113]

when u feel like shit n cant really complain about it because you always feel like shit and its just annoying everyone around you

[meerschweinchen-archive]

eating together is like. not even that big of a deal

[thstruckersatlas]

Tired AF

[awantedman]

Sorry for the inactivity the last few weeks. I've been working pretty nonstop and I'm feeling really pretty eh about peter lately. Hopefully I get back in my grove soon

[synthmama]

Listen I know Quinn is pretty even-keeled and unflappable but god I gotta admit there are those days where she just wants to respond to shit people say like this.

[justscreamingnothing]

I think I’m slowly pivoting from “I wanna fuck a bunch of people and date a bunch” to “I wanna find the love of my life and settle down” based on nothing LMAO 😭 like at least other people get to this point after dating around and getting tired of that but I’m just fantasizing about what it’d feel like to love and to be loved completely 😔 I feel like whoever they are they are going to be sooo fucking loved by me

[nessie-noodlez]

SelfShipTember Day 5: Wearing each others clothes

I was telling my Wifey that everytime I draw this type of prompt I hate it cause I always draw something soo BLAAAAHH.

This time I was thinking outside the box lol Ness is wearing Gohan's Gi from the Buh Saga and Gohan is sporting a modified Saiyan Armor that Ness used to wear when she was little. I love how it turned out