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r-aindr0p · 10 months ago
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Magic jail for the first years
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edwinisms · 8 months ago
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george rexstrew deserves awards for many things but i have to say. edwin’s bloodcurdling scream as niko gets killed deserves a whole award unto itself. like. that scream did not feel at all like a tv show scream. to a somewhat jarring degree. and i can’t express how much I respect that
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nostalgebraist · 3 months ago
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Due to recent experiences, I am feeling an urge to make an anti-drug-style PSA except it's warning impressionable machine-learning-curious teens to never, ever try a thing called "Huggingface transformers Trainer"
Not. Even. Once.
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yardsards · 9 months ago
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i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage
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#eliot posts#dunme#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#sorry to put toshiro in the roll of shitty job interviewer lmao#but he was the best fit for ''guy that wants me to read their mind''#laios being my internal monologue here#i was on my THIRD interview of the day i was Dying#tho since the prev two interviews i had were for similar positions and told me their salaries outright at least i could use that number#(though tbh my work persona is more of a kabru. my customer service voice is unparalleled)#(at my first job even my coworkers thought i was sooo cheerful til i got too comfy and casually made a joke abt wanting to asphyxiate on a#plastic shopping bag like a sea turtle. in front of my sweet elderly coworker. oops!)#(also this job was during quarantine and after weeks of working together i took my mask off in front of one coworker for the first time#and she called like half the department over from their registers to look at how pretty i was??? prettyboy powers unmatched ig)#(also my first interview today went SO well i charmed that interviewer so good despite my lack of qualifications)#(she even complimented my social skills and said i seemed like the type who could get along well and make good conversation with anyone!)#(which is important bc i was interviewing for an elder care position. also old people especially tend to think i am a Delightful Young Lad)#(unless i accidentally make a morbid joke around them ig lmaooo. or. well. some of them like those too. but not that one coworker lol)#(if only that skill transferred over to actually making friends irl. my autistic ass has so few close irl connections)#(i hope my exceedingly short list of character references does not prevent me from getting hired)#AND ALSO my first job asked the same wage question and i said twelve dollars#and they were like all our new employees start at 7.75#the union insists that we pay all new employees a whopping 50 cents above min wage. (we'd pay less if we could)#like dawg why did you ask that then??? if my answer did not matter at all???
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thealdersgateoffice · 1 month ago
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Catherine Standish tries to get the Slow Horses thinking and mildly regrets it.
Slow Horses | 1.05 Fiasco 🐌🐎
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bi-focal12 · 3 months ago
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i watched that hallmark movie "three wise men and a baby" with my mom tonight and had this little bkdk brain worm. please enjoy.
bkdk meet cute (but really it's a meet awkward) (they make it work)
“I cannot fucking believe you’re doing this to me.” 
“Doing what?” Denki replied glibly, palming through a handful of bills as he checked and rechecked the cash register in front of him. 
Katsuki leaned forward, bracing his hands on the thin stretch of countertop separating them, gratified to notice Denki taking a small step backward.  
“Ruining my fucking life.”
Denki sighed, lowering his hands as he finally turned to meet Katsuki’s gaze. “It’s just for the day,” he promised, “and you lost rock paper scissors fair and square!”
“I didn’t know the stakes!” Katsuki shot back. 
Denki rolled his eyes as he pushed the cash register closed and ducked behind the counter, returning with the source of the awful squawking that had been invading Katsuki’s eardrums since the second he set foot in Denki’s stupid bookstore. 
“Sir Papolapodous isn’t even that much work.”
“Sir what?”
“Welcome in!” Denki called, responding to the chime of the front door while Katsuki continued to stare down the bright yellow monstrosity being carted off on him for the afternoon. 
As if sensing its imminent doom, the bird began messing with the door to its cage.  
“Just watch out,” Denki continued, “sometimes he likes to-”
Katsuki ducked as the bird launched itself out of the cage. 
“...escape.”
“What the fuck?” Katsuki shouted, pressing his knuckles to his cheek where the damn thing had scratched him. His fingers came back bloody. “Oi, I’m not watching your stupid flying machete for-” 
“Here!” Denki said, hastily rifling into another bag sitting on the countertop and retrieving some sort of pellet thing that he balanced on Katsuki’s shoulder. “He’ll come to you! Watch!”
Katsuki froze. “Hey, I don’t want that thing anywhere near-”
“Sir Papolapodous!” Denki cheered happily, eyes somewhere beyond Katsuki’s right shoulder. Katsuki tensed. 
The demon landed easily on his shoulder, snatching up the pellet and chirping loudly in Katsuki’s ear. Like a threat. Right beside Katsuki’s vulnerable, jugular-having throat. 
“Aw,” Denki cooed. “He likes you!”
“I’ll roast him,” Katsuki warned. “Don’t you leave me with it.” 
Denki gently pushed the bag from earlier towards Katsuki. “I left you instructions.”
“Stab. Pluck. Spin over fire.”
The bird nudged Katsuki’s cheek and Katsuki flinched away, jerking his shoulder to dislodge the pest. 
The bird ignored his efforts. 
“Seriously, Katsuki,” Denki whined, pressing his palms together, “I need to go to the dentist but I’ll be back before close and- hey, maybe some of the customers will get a kick out of seeing him!”
“Yeah, if they like their books covered in shit,” Katsuki complained. 
“No, no, he’s cage-trained,” Denki promised, untying his worker’s apron and hanging it up behind the counter. “Take good care of my son please!”
Katsuki made a face of utter disbelief. “Hey, I agreed to watch your stupid store, loser. Not to become a fucking Wild Kratt!”
Denki quickly hopped over the counter and out of Katsuki’s reach. 
“Two in one package!”
The bell rang loudly in Katsuki’s ears as Denki completed his cowardly retreat. 
“Fucking asshole,” Katsuki muttered. “Cavity-ridden, dead-brain, no-good, ass-”
“Excuse me?” someone said politely. 
Katsuki spun on his heel- perhaps a shade too quickly, or perhaps with too much bird launching off his shoulder because the customer fell flat on their ass with a startled shout, leaving Katsuki awkwardly looming over them. 
“Ow.”
Belatedly, Katsuki leaned down to offer his hand. 
The demon watched them from atop the nearest shelf of books. 
“I- I’m so sorry,” the guy stammered out, straightening his wire-rim glasses and reaching gratefully for Katsuki’s hand. “I- I really wasn’t expecting that.”
“‘S no problem,” Katsuki replied, curiously shelving the guy’s meekness next to his solid, heavy build as he hauled him up. His hands were incredibly scarred and calloused for someone who jumped at the sight of house pets- demonic or not- but Katsuki supposed he’d give him a pass, considering Katsuki’s own near-death experience was still dripping down his face. “Don’t think anybody expects to get dive bombed by a parakeet on a Sunday morning. Unless you’re a fucking vet or something, I guess.”
“That- that’s true,” the guy said, stumbling a bit as Katsuki righted him, one hand landing briefly on Katsuki’s chest. 
With his head ducked in embarrassment, the guy only came up to Katsuki’s chin but even so, he looked like he could give Katsuki a run for his money on the sparring mat. Katsuki was just about to ask what kind of workouts the did when the guy murmured, 
“Pecs.”
Katsuki blinked. “Pecks?”
The guy’s head snapped up towards Katsuki’s, wide-eyed and pale in his freckled face. 
“God dammit, did that thing fucking peck you?” Katsuki groaned, turning to glare at the preening beast. “‘Cause I can give you a fucking discount on whatever you came in here for before I string him up by his stupid little talons.”
“Wha-? Ah, no! No, no, no,” the guy assured, frantically waving his hands in front of himself. 
Large hands, Katsuki noticed. One of which had been resting warmly over Katsuki’s shirt a moment ago. 
“That won’t be necessary!” 
“Then why’d you-?”
“Pet!” the guy corrected, freckles now washed out by a steady shade of pink. “I’m a…pet…” His eyes darted nervously to the left before snapping back to Katsuki. “...therapist.”
His eyes were a very fucking bright shade of green. 
Katsuki blinked slowly as he registered the words that had come out of Greenie’s mouth- taking in the embarrassed tilt to the guy’s lips. His fitted T-shirt. His obnoxiously bright red shoes. Frankly, he looked like he got dressed in the dark. 
Katsuki wet his lips. “A pet therapist,” he repeated blandly. 
“Ah..mhm,” the guy said, nodding. “So, um, so the dive bombings really aren’t that odd,” he added, tacking on an airy laugh. 
Katsuki continued to stare at him, because clearly one of them had taken on major brain damage in the past five minutes, and considering that this guy’s shirt said tuxedo and had a growing hole along the shoulder seam, Katsuki really hoped it wasn’t himself. 
The man gestured vaguely to the shelf behind him. “That’s really a lovely bird you’ve got there, um…?”
“Katsuki,” he supplied. 
“Izuku,” the man smiled, offering out his hand. “Izuku Midoriya.”
Warily, Katsuki shook it. “...Pet therapist,” he repeated. 
“Yup!” Izuku said in a high voice, smiling wider. “That’s me. Therapizing the pets.” 
“Right,” Katsuki replied, because what the fuck was even happening, “well, if you’re looking for a book, we uh…have them.”
Internally, Katsuki cringed. Then he sent a seething, telepathic complaint to Denki because Katsuki had been fired from his one and only customer service job at fifteen and the universe had never made the mistake of putting him in that position ever again for a reason.
Fucking rock paper scissors. 
“Right,” Izuku mimicked, his thousand-watt smile pressing flat with amusement. His stupid green eyes were practically dancing with mirth and Katsuki suddenly felt very warm in the face- alone in a bookstore with a yellow, dive-bombing demon and a man with a fake-sounding job and no sense of color coordination and a very firm handshake. 
Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest, ever so slightly jutting out his chin. He could still feel the outline of a hand where the guy had caught himself against Katsuki. 
“What kinda book does a pet therapist need, anyway?”
The guy continued to blink up at Katsuki for a moment before coming to his senses with a startled, “Oh! I was wondering if you had any comics, actually. All Might, specifically.”
Katsuki raised an interested brow, looking between something-Midoriya, the demon from hell, and then Midoriya again. 
Katsuki had absolutely zero idea what sorts of books Denki had in stock, let alone if he carried the single most greatest graphic novel series of Katsuki’s youth. 
Still, he clicked his tongue. “Let’s find out.”
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random2908 · 4 months ago
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Frustrating when a VC-funded company gets credit for being the "first" and the "leader," when they had a sub-component demo the same week we had a full-system demo. Like, we are easily 5-10 years ahead of them, it's ridiculous; their approach isn't even yet proven to work. But they get science youtubers talking about them.
Because they're VC-funded, they have a marketing/press department.
And because we're an employee-owned company working off of government contracts, well, most government contracts get slapped with an ITAR label (an old Cold-War-era law saying basically sharing scientific information counts as illegally selling arms/munitions). So if you want to publicize your work, including your company's products, you have to appeal that label. (Universities have specifically negotiated a blanket exemption, so if you spend your whole life in academic science you might never even know about this.)
(My previous employer filed those appeals several times a year in order to do press releases and publish journal articles and apply for patents. I think every single information-release appeal they filed went through, because there's no reason any of this stuff should be labeled as arms--it's literally the same stuff universities are doing. My current employer is afraid to, which I think is wrong-headed; at worst they'll just say no, and anyway, our non-restricted competitors are giving fucking lab tours to youtubers.)
#these restrictions mean you also can't have employees on visas working on these projects#my previous employer tried to appeal that too and failed--they were only able to appeal the dissemination of information part#so we had locked labs that my international coworkers weren't allowed in#(one got a green card and was allowed in eventually)#ironically the VC-funded company is doing it the same way I did it in my PhD thesis#two other people at the company did this stuff in their post-docs#all of us are over 40 (one guy is over 50 I'm pretty sure) so this is not a new technique--I got two MINOR papers on it 16 years ago#the MAJOR papers are like 25 years old#and we're all convinced it's NOT the right approach#granted the technique we are using is about 30 years old#in my literal thesis defense one of my committee members asked why I was using the technique the VC companies are now using#and if I had done the math to prove it was superior to the older technique#and I was like--everyone knows the new technique is superior that's why it's trendy#and my advisor (who was a genius) said the same thing and that it wasn't a fair question#but the guy who asked it was an ancient theorist who REALLY knew what he was talking about#and in retrospect he was completely right--I should have done the math comparing the techniques and the older technique IS better#a few weeks into my job here I did the math and found that if you use the BEST version of the new technique--one that only one group#has demonstrated can even be done and they didn't get all the way to the point of demonstrating an application like this#and you assume some generous efficiency numbers#it breaks even with the old technique#that's not what this VC group is doing so... not a chance lol
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ladywaterfall · 8 months ago
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Can we agree on a shared clothing size system. I ordered a bikini bottom on eBay (cause I found the top here but the bottom was sold out, uncommon size bra girlies know how hard it is to find a bikini that fits AND in a color you like) and it was marked as a size 10 and since the store was in the UK I thought that must mean it was a UK size 10. So off I go converting to EU sizes and yes UK 10 is a EU 38/M so great my size!!
But it arrived today and NO it was apparently a AU 10 which is NOT a EU medium but a EU small! I got this shipped all the way here for it to be too small bc size conversions needs way more research than I thought! Can we have a shared clothing size numbering system please!
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zecendia · 12 days ago
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100yq mostly just kinda sucks to me, especially as an aro, but it also keeps dangling implications of Natsu having a very bad no good time at some point in the future through Lucy's ominous future commentary and what else am I but a slave to seeing my favorites be subjected to the worst time they could possibly have. With some comfort afterwards, to be fair. Usually.
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pileofsith · 2 years ago
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Nameless Part Eight - Puppet Page 8/8
And then Reva probably went right on ~semi-politely~ contradicting the Inquisitor right until the Great Daiyu Back-Stabbing Event.
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no-pasaran-99 · 3 months ago
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oop. crazy how many people i have unfollowed/blocked today for the cyclical and asinine sentiment along the lines of "well leftists are you HAPPY now????"
girl we've done this 3 elections in a row. definition of insanity to still be blaming this on us especially when the numbers do not support your accusations. like we voted for the fucking war criminals and you STILL lost.
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evansbby · 2 years ago
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GURLIES 💖💖 important question time!!!
Suppose your an intern on a movie set and the movie stars Chris and Sebastian. You and Sebastian get on really really well. You get on well with Chris too but with Sebastian a bit better. BUT, one day, Chris makes his PA ask for your number and makes it clear he wants to hook up with you! You give Chris’ PA your number. But the very next day, Sebastian asks you out for coffee 😭😭😭 You guys have been low-key flirting in your convos so maybe he means it as a date? But it’s not 100% clear.
QUESTION: do you hook up with Chris or do you go on the date with Sebastian?
You cannot pick both. Like you can’t do both I’m sorry don’t try to find any loopholes akdjksjsks JUST ANDWER THE QUESTION HONESTLY
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moth-in-the-broth · 1 year ago
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*travels back in time to 2015 me*
LISTEN i dont have much time but whatever you do if you see a video titled “epic cringe sjw owned comp” or anything by kalvin Garrah,
STAY AWAY PLEASE DO NOT CLICK ON IT
SAVE YOURSELF-
*fucking explodes*
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tellthemhowihopetheyshouted · 9 months ago
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god okay why is gaylor wrong?? why is thinking of her when i listen to her music wrong? /gen please it feels so intrusive and icky but i can't fucking stop
like, i imagine her and a woman (who the fuck am i kidding i imagine her and karlie) when i listen to tgw, thats wrong right??? thats "demanding a paternity test on songs" right?? it feels so narcissistic to assume that everything she does is left as hints for us to find yk??
i don't imagine my life, i imagine hers because im aro spec or whatever, and i haven't had my life's work stolen from me, and i don't know someone personally who's been diagnosed with cancer, and etc etc, i don't relate to a lot if the things she writes about, so i fill it in with what i know about her, what i think about her, and shit i just aaaa
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scare-ard--sleigh · 10 months ago
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ohhhhhhhhhh my goddddddddd and now the fucking t*ble t*nnis guy is passive aggressively up my ass : \
#work stuff#silver jelly#'i've noticed editing has slowed down...' first of all ;;; i was editing the 3.5k words of incomprehensible nonsense because you all#won't hire real writers for almost TWO HOURS on friday. i skipped Yesterday. you sent that message at 10 AM when i HAD one of those#fucking awful awful articles on my roster for today. so that's what;;;; 1 work day unaccounted for? fuck off#secondly; you assholes REFUSE to tell me how much you're expecting from me; you just fucking yell at us when we're not going#'fast enough' when you WON'T EVEN TELL ME WHAT THAT MEANS#this is an internal fucking site and we have REAL clients with REAL ACTUAL deadlines ;;; this is not !!!!!!!!!!!!!! a priority to me!!!!!!!#thirdly; ;;;; i took this project AS A FAVOR to someone who's on maternity leave. i did not even want it. she fucking told me 'ohhh you're#the only one i trust' when there's ... literally ;;; another editor on this who is her best friend from childhood or whatever .#like manipulating me; basically; into taking this project (and she didn't even need to; i wanted the hours anyway)#STILL; ;;; it's not something i picked; it's not something i even particularly wanted to do !!!!!#and it's endless shit;; every god damn week it's some version of 'is everything okay? you're slowing down?' like yeah bro i got other work!#jesus fucking CHRIST i just cannot !!!!!#i sent a message in the chat i straight up said 'i try to do one of these a day but i don't feel like it's enough so please tell me what#your expectations are' and if he dodges i'm saying 'an approximate number would be really helpful' like fuck dude i don't CARE if#you tell me you need 10 of these by the end of the week -- i can maybe even make that happen but this isn't fucking working !!!!#@god please get me out of here holy shit .
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monkeebratz · 10 months ago
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do I need a new couch?
Yes? No?? Kinda??? My roommates have assimilated my old one and I don't want it back after it's no doubt gotten guinea pig pee on it
So new couch it it!
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