#how am I supposed to write a cover letter like this 😭

[sabertoothwalrus]

I’m so fucked up about Simon because he wants to be a dad so bad. he wants to be a dad but he always LEAVES

He raised Marceline. He left her.

He thought he had kids in the Farmworld universe. For just a moment, he thought he was able to settle down and raise kids of his own. He found out they were FW Finn’s. that’s okay, he loves Finn! but then FW Finn (???) may or may not have died???? Those five kids now orphaned. and you KNOW Simon would take care of them in a heartbeat.

But he left.

And Baby Finn. He was holding him the whole time. Would Baby Finn age? Or would he be a baby forever? Would it matter to Simon?

Either way, he left.

It’s not even his fault. There are circumstances, y’know. Simon doesn’t know who he wants to be but no matter what he’s a DAD, except he can’t seem to stay put. He can’t stop leaving

[lettingtimepass]

Loki s2e5 Thoughts & Feelings (Spoilers)

THE INTRO LOSING THE LETTERS!! I'm a sucker for when an intro is slightly changed. And in the end credits when the lines and type get all wonky! I love it.

Ok I have a question. When Loki finds everyone, they are all on branched timelines, not the Sacred Timeline. So doesn't that mean the lives on these branches could be slightly different or totally different than their original lives on the Sacred Timeline? Sylvie says they're back in their "real lives", but is that even true? 🤔 Also, I know people are theorizing that Don's wife was dusted during the snap, but technically in this branched timeline, the snap might not have happened.

B-15 being a doctor was so good 🥺 "I looked happy." Yes, you did... I just noticed her name on the captions was "Dr. Willis!"

Don!Mobius said he'd seen Loki in the shop before, did Loki timeslip there and not remember it? Or... has that not happened yet?

OB's workshop looking super similar to the one at the TVA - So cool!

"So I am gonna write a bestseller!" Stop he's so pure!!

Did anyone clock that OB's book cover looks similar to Loki and Slyvie on Lamentis? 👀

"It's impossible. But don't let that stop you."

This is probably obvious but Loki couldn't control the timeslipping until he truly accepted his "why." Not to protect the timelines from HWR, but to protect his friends.

Don!Mobius literally dropping everything to talk to Loki and offer him a drink. Fellas.....

"You saw something in me that I hadn't seen in myself." NO THIS IS STRAIGHT OUTTA FIC THO 😭

I can't believe Loki assembled his own Avengers 😭😭😭

Gawd, the show starting with Loki's speech about how humans don't need choices, and now he's fighting to give his friends choices..... that's the good shit.

"I want my friends back." DO YOU REALIZE THE CHARACTER GROWTH?!?! Loki never had a friend other than Thor. He was so closed off, he didn't think he ever needed anyone else. He told the lie that he was fine, better off, by himself. For him to admit that he has friends, and he wants them, and doesn't want to be alone...? 🤌🤌🤌

"But without them... Where do I belong?" WHERE IS TOM'S EMMY?!?! The tear, the voice shake... this man 😭😭😭

Remember, this Loki is a "cosmetic mistake." He isn't supposed to exist. Mobius saved him from being reset. Without the TVA, without Mobius... he has no reason to exist... no glorious purpose. But he was still willing to let them all go to do the right thing 🥲🥲🥲

Mobius trying to sell a Jet Ski to B-15 is too funny.

THE MONKEY FROM THE INTRO!! I've been wondering what that was all about... we also see OB's sticky note wall!

"The pens... we have all the pens!"

When they all start spagettifying being parallel to the dusting scenes in Infinity War.... RUDE, MARVEL. MR STARK I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD.

"I can rewrite the story." YES YOU CAN KING!! And my immediate reaction was "Loki, God of Stories"! At first I thought Loki and Sylvie were going to run the TVA together, but now I feel like it might be Loki alone (with Mobius' help of course), managing all the timelines... writing the story.

THAT ENDING!!!! I'M SO READY BUT NOT READY FOR NEXT WEEK!!! I can't believe we're at the end.... I'M SO SCARED! 😭

[electric-blorbos]

Hiii i like your objectum dating sim concepts, they are so soooo cute!!!!!

I just wanted to send you how i imagined Artemis!!!

Click on images to see in better quality if its low!!!

i gave one of her "faces" big nose bc i like big noses and bc its the image that came to me after reading that she has sexy plane vibes. Sorry if you meant something else by that, im not experienced planefucker, i am but i humble liker😭

I think her face could go everywhere on interfaces, the monitor is there so youd feel her looming over you when you in control room hehehe😳

i was too tired to draw how i imagine her body - the ship, methink it would be just white elegant rocket with some blue brand desights on it

ANYWAY HOPE YOU LIKE!!!!! You're my favorite objectum writer and i wanted to gift you smth for all the sweet AM scenarios you shared!!!! oh wait i also drew gorgy I'll send it in couple sec

Oh my god it's beautiful!!!! Thank you so much! This really means a lot to me, genuinely!

I'm probably going to use this for inspiration, since I haven't really drawn Artemis yet, but I absolutely love the speckled gradient, and the logo with the eye in it. It reminds me of a lot of fan art of AM where they turn the inside of his logo into an eye-like feature.

A lot of my characters were sort of supposed to be like... Covert expies of my heavily romanticized versions of popular characters (except George. George isn't even trying to hide that he's inspired by Edgar), but for the facilities I tried to at least mix and match traits around so the characters aren't direct imitations.

back to your design, it's SO FUCKING COOL that the eyelash over the eye in the Artemis logo looks like an airplane flying in front of the letter A. I'm stealing that for sure.

Also I absolutely love the spacesuit you drew for Donut. Donut LOVES job specific clothes like uniforms, spacesuits, and hazmat suits. Especially if they cover up everything and make you look inhuman.

I'm grateful to be your favorite objectum writer, and I hope to write more stuff that you like!!!

[turtletaubwrites]

Hi y’all! Non health related life update below, as well as how my lovely lil Daddy Croc helps me verbally/(emaily?) gut stupid ass business men 🥰🐊

(tw job bs, fighting for respect in the workplace, finances, ughhh lame business fuckery)

I should not be spending any money at all, but look at my guy 😭😭 I deserve to giggle at my silly lil daddy while I write this job proposal.

I deserve a daddy that will gut the shitheads that have fucked me over for the last 4.5 years.

I love my company. I was hired as a director for the nonprofit, but then Covid happened, and the nonprofit side died before it could start, so I did the very neurodivergent, ptsd, older sister thing of taking on every fucking responsibility needed/asked of me.

Now I have literally lost money working there this year since they have been unable to provide paychecks on time. It's affected my health since I'm financially fucked, and how am I, as a manager, supposed to bug my staff to write reports when they (LIKE ME) aren't getting paid???????

They are FINALLY filing for bankruptcy, but they're starting a new company, and transferring everything over at the beginning of next month. I've been gathering shit for unemployment, but I can't really afford that either, so I've been working on a proposal for a new position that would be more in line with all the fucking promises they gave me, as well as how fucking stupid they are. (Director of Quality Assurance)

Can you believe they never had an actual, accurate projection for monthly profit until I got so annoyed with them demanding that my county get "more hours" that I spent (ONLY!!) TWO HOURS creating a spreadsheet to show that their idea of possible hours was a fucking pipe dream?? 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Anywho, I'm turning in my job proposal tomorrow. (If they don't accept, then I know that these almost five years of my life dedicated to this company that I believed in were a fucking lie. So I'll just say my company went bankrupt, apply for unemployment, and hope that I get a fucking bite after this now six month job hunt 😩)

Daddy Croc says to demand what you deserve, y'all.

My cover letter is delightfully, ✨professionally✨ vicious, and I know he'd be proud.

Moral of the story:

It doesn't matter how nice someone is, or how wonderful/caring/compassionate the job or situation is.

GET THAT SHIT IN WRITING.

And DO NOT let people use your kindness against you!!

~ Lynna 💜✨

(for context, my company provides independent living services for adults with developmental disabilities. Especially since I relate to the struggles of many of my clients, I have found the idea of this company failing to be horrifying, as I am aware that there are no other adequate support systems in the area, at least none that would be able to take over in time to support my wonderful clients. I have been dealing with an immense amount of guilt at the thought of leaving this company, but it has caused me literal physical and financial harm at this point, and Daddy Croc says NO MORE.)

[jeonqkooks]

jen, jen, jen! i'm here to plaaay ;u;

i shall choose the prompt "things you said in writing" but for any couple/completely new pairing that you see fit!

hehe i hope you have fun with the requests, my love~

before we go | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/warnings: exes au, idol au, angst, fluff if you squint

word count: 1.7k (not v edited yet again but wbk!)

note: i love these peeps with my whole being but apparently i also love making them suffer, i swear they’re my babies tho 😭 anyway as i was thinking what to write for the prompt this idea popped up and i just ran with it, i hope you like it cee my love 🥺 <3

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

series masterpost / playlist ; moodboards 

“I have something for you.”

“Jungkook.”

“I didn’t spend any money if that’s what you’re thinking,” he chuckles humorlessly. “I was going to surprise you on our anniversary.”

The wooden box he hands you is fairly light; when you shake it, there’s only some faint shuffling of paper inside. On the smooth willow surface are your initials and his, separated by a heart-shaped lock. He fishes a small golden key from his pocket.

“I shouldn’t,” you say when he holds it for you to take. “I don’t think it’s a good idea–”

“I want you to have it.” He doesn’t take no for an answer, reaching for your hand and placing the key in your palm. His touch is warm; you wish he hadn’t done that.

You stare at him for a moment, feeling the cool metal in your loose grip that prompts a chill up your spine. After another minute, you relent. “What is it?”

The air is thick between the two of you but it isn’t uncomfortable, not exactly. It’s somber, it’s secret glances loaded with unspoken thoughts, it’s the finality of it all—the process of going back to being strangers when you’re still the axis that each other’s world revolves around.

“I…” He gives you a tight-lipped smile as he hesitates, scratching the back of his neck and looking close to apprehensive that it makes you a little nervous. “I wrote you a note for every day that I was on tour.”

“Jungkook…” It burns behind your eyes while your heart stutters and your throat closes up. You look at him, he looks at you. Two hearts hang heavy on either side of the threshold before one has to go. “Thank you,” you manage to say, “I’ll open it later.” You’re not sure if you ever will, but you appease him for now. It’s the last time anyway.

Hours have passed, and you keep glancing at the box sitting on your desk as if it’s calling out your name with a distorted megaphone. You contemplated putting it at the bottom of your closet at one point just so you wouldn’t have to look at it, but then you’d still know where it was and itch to see it again.

In the end, it isn’t surprising when curiosity and possibly a tinge of masochism triumphed at midnight, right as you’re about to go to slip under the covers. So here you are, readying yourself with a few deep breaths as if you’re Pandora herself, seconds before she unleashed all of life’s miseries upon the world. You slip the key into the lock, though no amount of preparation could have armed you for this.

There must be a couple hundreds of notes inside—it was for every day that he was away after all, Jungkook told you as much; you don’t know why you’re still rendered speechless—all dated and marked with his neat handwriting. He’s said before that he isn’t good with words—this is his way of sending love letters to you. Each letter inscribed with the most carefree of intentions, now tinted with a shade of melancholy.

First day of this little project! I hope you aren’t sick of me by the time I’m finished. It hasn’t been 24 hours yet and I already miss you like hell. How am I supposed to handle months without you?

You don’t think he missed a single day, though if he did, you can forgive him. You’re able to picture it so vividly—him hunched over a desk after every show, his body begging for rest but he still willed himself to stay up, diligently composing thoughtful notes for you. Each one is enunciated with an I love you at the end, next to a clumsily drawn heart. His inked hearts on paper look much more whole than the beating one in your chest does right now.

You had a bad day at work today. You said you were tired and wouldn’t let me call you on video, but I knew you were crying. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to make you feel better. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home.

Some were more painfully honest than others, some were more playful and cheeky. Some were longer, some were shorter—he must have been exhausted on those nights, eyelids drooping with every stroke of the pen and muscles aching from constantly performing, but he still kept going, he had to. There wasn’t much that he was able to do for you—couldn’t hold your hand in public, couldn’t kiss you whenever he wanted, couldn’t let you call him yours when you were the centerpiece that he revolved around—but this, at least Jungkook could do this.

I just sent a package for your birthday. I hope it arrives on time. When you read this you’ll have remembered what it was ;)

Maybe it was a bad idea, but you’re in too deep. You wonder what he’s doing right now. Is he sitting in his room alone too, wondering the same thing about you? Wondering if you’ve opened his gift and seen his love manifested in written form? You know he’s probably still awake, having recently settled into a new pattern of restlessness—the bags under his eyes told you so themselves earlier today, that he hasn’t been sleeping well when usually he would clock out within five minutes of tucking himself into bed.

Last night I dreamt that we broke up. I woke up crying. I had to call you in the middle of your meeting to make sure it wasn’t real.

If you hadn’t done what you did, if you had waited to celebrate your anniversary and continued to let him be exhausted every time he came around to see you, let him drop your hand in fear and hold it in secret, let your love bloom in the dark like an eighth deadly sin that couldn’t be uttered aloud. If then, perhaps you’d be sitting next to Jungkook while you read these, laughing together whenever he wrote something stupid and giving him constant kisses because his earnest words deserve to know that they’re heard, by you.

But that’s all they are now—only what if’s—and all they will ever be again.

I saw so many dogs today. There was the cutest Maltese I’ve ever seen - but she was feisty, almost bit my finger off though. We should get Bam a friend after I get back!

Then, you wonder what the hypothetical you’s and the hypothetical him’s are doing. Are they happy? Surely they must be, you think you’re suffering enough for all versions of reality. Maybe they’re cuddling by a fire, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her waist, no space between their bodies nor their hearts. There could be pure chaos in the world but it wouldn’t matter because they’ve got each other. Nothing could happen to disturb their peace, no one would come to tear them apart. You could only yearn for this kind of ending.

I think I messed up on stage tonight. I wish you were here with me. You’re a better hugger than Jimin.

You go through them all in one sitting—albeit you have to take a break after every couple of sentences because it keeps getting harder to breathe—choosing to let anguish wash over you in one spectacular tsunami so the hurt doesn’t linger for too long. (It doesn’t work like that, but you’re hopeful nonetheless.) The key on your bed looks like it weighs a thousand pounds when it’s barely the length of two knuckles. Examining it closely, you’ve only now noticed that it’s engraved too, with your initials on one side and his on the other. A fresh wave of tears rolls down your cheeks again. “I wish you were here with me too,” you mumble into the quietude of night. You’re in the same city, reading the notes that he wrote for you when he was oceans away.

The guys are out drinking but I stayed at the hotel to call you. I said I felt like I could die if I had to go another day without seeing you. You said I was being dramatic but I don’t think I am. I miss you a lot.

The sun is almost up—you’ve been sitting here for almost the entire night. From your bedroom window, you can see pitch black slowly fade into dark blue, then it gets lighter, and lighter, and with every shift in the horizon you can feel every ache that has settled in every crevice of your being. It’s starting to get cold now—oh, how it’s so cold, a stark contrast to the flames that were threatening to engulf you whole.

It doesn’t feel like a new day, a new beginning. Time has stopped and you’re frozen in place, waiting on a salvation that will never come, longing for a love that will remain incomplete. Unfinished.

I made Jin hyung choke on his mouthwash tonight. You should’ve seen his face, it was hilarious. Oh wait, I have a video. I’ll send it to you right now.

Maybe you’ll turn this key into a necklace, one that lies over your chest and next to your heart. Feel the coolness of it against your skin so you won’t forget that he’s been there before, in your heart. Jungkook was once here and he wouldn’t leave—it’s his permanent residence now. It isn’t like you could ever let it slip your mind, but having a physical reminder would be nice. Mementos of your love, you could laugh at how seriously he took the notion—you even have something to help you safeguard them now, akin to a treasure chest. 

If you could, you would take all the hurt and all the love and place it in this box. Lock it away to revisit it only when you desire, like reuniting with an old friend that you thought you had lost since long ago. But alas, you can’t—you’d have to settle for carrying it with you wherever you go. 

Just wrapped up our final show. I guess this is the last note, for now. I can’t believe I’m finally seeing you again tomorrow. I’ve missed you so much, wait for me just a little longer, baby.

Funny how there were no stars tonight; it’s like they all followed him home.

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means

[youngbloodbuzz]

Hello hello. I’m back. Full disclosure, I was (am) screeching anon so most of this reaction is just that. And a lot of crying. And mostly quoting your entire chapter and being incoherent 😂 but here it is. It’s a longboi.

"Dangerous," she murmured, grinning when he gave her shoulders a gently reprimanding squeeze.

Dani is so carefree with Eddie when they’re acting like best friends/siblings but it’s so sad that every moment like this is tainted when Eddie brings up a date/anything not platonic.

The next name on the guest list stared back at her in bold typeface. Jaw clenched, Dani began to write.

'Dear Jamie -'

Of course this is the straw that broke the camels back 😭😭 writing those words again after writing so many letters to Jamie that would never be read.

Also the way I could feel my heart in my ass when I read the word wedding at the beginning of this chapter…….

Dani was still fidgeting in the snow, when Jamie opened the door in her pajamas.

Aaaaaaaaah 🥺

All day, all week she'd been unable to think of anything else but a dance in the snow, an almost something, but now that she was here she was at a complete loss.

Same Dani 😌

And Dani was so tired of lying.

YES SWEET BABY SPEAK YOUR TRUTH

feeling like her own skin was trying to claw itself off like a pair of nylon stockings

Hahaahahaaa foreshadowing…… EXCEPT ITS JAMIE CLAWING HER OUT OF THEM… much to think about 👀 but on a serious note… :(

Jamie stared at her. "Dani," she said, and her voice shouldn't have been allowed to sound like that.

😭

She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. Because the world was overwhelming. Because Dani was leaning forward as if drawn by some greater body's gravity to press their lips together in a kiss. 

The way I squealed when I read this

It was an act of inevitability.

Yes and the good kind of inevitable!!! Not the stifling kind like with Eddie :’)

Jamie was kissing her back and groaning, low and dark, and if this was a dream Dani did not want to wake up.

I loved the references to being in a dream throughout the chapter. I aspire to reach that level of euphoria one day 🤧

“Please tell me I’m crazy. Tell me I’m being selfish. Please, just - I just want to feel how I’m supposed to.” 

God comphet really is nasty 💔 one last feeble attempt to stifle her own happiness

“You,” Jamie said, “are one of the most sane people I know.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭

“You think I can ever say no to you?” Jamie replied, and when Dani glanced up Jamie was smiling at her in a way that hurt to look at. 

Ugh the SHEER DEVOTION OF IT ALL I AM NOT OKAY.

“Ask,” Jamie breathed. “Ask me.”

This is just…… so romantic.

Soon Eddie was parking across the street from the restaurant.

The way I read this entire section with my eyes half covered when I realized you guys were going the (mostly) canon route for the confession….

“You know,” she said. “You must have known. You know me.”

Oof.

She couldn’t say it — the words ‘I’m gay’ forever out of reach — so instead she said, “I can’t.” 

😭🤧

Which was how, fifteen minutes later, she found herself standing before Jamie's house clutching nothing but the last shreds of her sanity and her favorite saucepan.

At this point I was manically laughing but also just so nervous and aware that THERE WAS SO MUCH MORE TO COME.

When she felt a touch at her shoulder, Dani tensed and jerked around, holding up the saucepan like a blunted weapon.

I love how you guys have incorporated bits of canon into the story so well!!

Jamie shook her head. “No. I think you’re brave.” 

Sobbing.

She had spent so long being asked and not asking. Never asking.

I will never get over the way you’ve so intricately shown the stark difference between Dani & Eddie and Dani & Jamie… Dani has so much agency with Jamie and it’s just so beautiful that we’ve seen that it’s always always been like that with them.

"Can I -?" Dani said, "- stay?"

🤧🤧🤧🤧💓💓💓💞

Jamie, who was now watching Dani with the same breathless anticipation on her face from yesterday after Dani had kissed her.

They are so cute & soft & tentative it’s so thrilling to read 🥺

now that Dani knew that it wasn't just her feeling this, that it had never just been her. 

How beautiful 😭😭 but also we been knew.

“But you do?” Dani asked. “Want to?”

Jamie’s answering laugh was brief and incredulous. “You have no idea.”

“Maybe some idea.” 

This whole interaction!!! I can just picture them grinning at each other like idiots

(part 1/5 ch11 reaction)

1 out of 5/??? b r o this is gonna be so good omg

@romanimp