#it's 'pay a compliment' day

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Compliments starter

“You’re beautiful.”

“Did I ever tell you how amazing you are ?”

“You shine brighter than any star.”

“You’re the most clever person I know.”

“I couldn’t dream of anyone better to watch my back.”

“You’re so strong, I bet you could break this with your bare hands.”

“You’re the kindest person I ever met.”

“No one is better than you.”

“You make my life better just by being a part of it.”

“You chase sadness by your presence alone.”

“Nobody can beat you at this.”

“Your will is unstoppable.”

“You’re sweeter than sugar.”

“Be proud of yourself. I am.”

“You’re nice, and that’s awesome.”

“You’re working harder than anyone else, I know that.”

“You’re so smart, it never fails to impress me.”

[yardsards]

i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage

[orokay]

I don't usually do this type of thing but ukw lets be sappy. Happy 2025! 2024 was a mess but after having years of my life swallowed up by depression, anxiety and shame, I finally feel like I've turned a corner. Last year at this time I had been unemployed for two years, a few months out of an intensive outpatient program, trying to find hope through ovr and relapsing back into self harm for the first time in years. I was dreading my 26th birthday because therapy and medication were the only things keeping me going. In February, I was connected with a remote job through ovr that I fell in love with. It isn't perfect and I still have a lot to work through, but for the first time in my life I have a job that values me and makes me feel like I'm moving forward and not just treading water. I'm in a position where I feel like I can give people relief and make them feel valued. I fell in love with press on nails and funky earrings and matcha. I got 10 piercings this year with plans for a lot more. I got two more rats. I fell back in love with reading. I went to pride for the second time and the renn faire twice and a cryptid festival and made candles with my best friend in the whole world. I was able to give my family a huge pile of gifts for Christmas. I'm finally developing my own style and I got more compliments on my outfits this year than in my whole life. It's not perfect. I've also self harmed more in this past year than ever. I'm still not where I want to be in life. I'm still dealing with shame and anxiety and depression. I've been so burnt out from taking commissions while I was unemployed that I've barely drawn this year. But there's time & there's finally hope. Thank you for reading & enduring my disappearances. Thank you for all of the support and love and patience. Here's to laughing until you cry in 2025!

[thoselovelythings]

Happy World Kindness Day! Be kind to others, & yourself!!! ☺️👍🏻🫶🏼

[hinamie]

When I think of megumi you're the one that I remember first

anon we shall have a spring wedding

[isa-ah]

I love system mob and Shigeo for so many reasons and one of them is the comedy potential. Mob and Shigeo having full blown conversations in their head and they don't realize they've been silently staring at the wall for 12 minutes while the others make sure they don't walk into anything. Mob and Teru being Not Straight and the entire time Shigeo's just judging him. Mobs just trying to bat him away with a newspaper so he can have his damn date in peace. I think Shigeo being fucking Goofy as well as, y'know, literally terrifying is underrated.

literally the funniest thing I can think of is teru leaning in to kiss mob and shigeo grabbing his face one handed with That One Expression and simply saying. "No." 💀

I agree though! shigeos fear over acceptance and feeling like tsubomi was the only one who would understand him I think would mean his sexuality is Off Limits for A While. like warming up to the people in mobs life Takes A Minute. so doing any additional soul searching now on the other side of puberty? pump the fucking breaks for a second

and its doubly funny that teruki who's been on the other side of him twice also has a bad impression bc he did it babe! he saw you at your worst and he likes you anyway! he saw you do terrible things and he stood by you until the bitter end! but he also choked you out and tried to explode your bouquet so fuck that guy.

reigen spinning some tall tale and mobs like wow shishou :) you're so amazing :) and then he says smtn else and shigeo drops a flat one liner that suckerpunches him & contradicts everything he just said so blatantly he's left fumbling to catch up. (and worst of all: it was really fucking FUNNY.)

which brings me to my next slide: the first person in mobs life that shigeo falls in with is absolutely tome. imo. she's blunt with her feelings, she's up front, she's sardonic and silly and she's a girl. safe all the way down for someone getting their sea legs. also imo tome is gay so it eases his concerns right. vibes.

one last consideration: shigeo enjoys his powers. they're a part of him. he wants to flex his wings. so him sparring w ritsu (gently) and shou (less so) in a way mob would NEVER before. but it's good! it's healthy to blow off that steam! esp bc shous a firecracker and also desperately needs to blow off his extra power. do u see my vision

[loumauve]

if results can be believed (which I struggle with - due to my genetic makeup aka being born in a country that values paperwork above all - I am inherently distrustful of official results being posted digitally only) I did indeed pass the second part of exams so now it's only the project presentation left (as well as not knowing how the project documentation was received/graded) I got shit grades but they're passing grades, which is all that matters.

and as long as handing things in on Monday goes well, and I get a passing grade on the final final exam day, I will also have an actual work contract starting the day after. which.. doesn't seem real yet after so many years of being sick and struggling, and then recovering and then struggling some more through the last.. 4 years? idk tbh. don't remember, it's been so long and my brain is soup.

but universe permitting I will finally be back at work, working full-time with an actual contract and proper earned money and paid time off I can plan for myself. and honestly that's all I want. I just want to be stressed in a good way and working at the hospital has been that.

do I get anxious still? sure, but the more I know and figure out how to do the things people need me to do the more content I am, even when I'm exhausted bc there's a lot happening at once.

so yeah. fingers crossed, trying not to be too optimistic in case things fall through, bc apparently I barely made the cutoff point since there will be no more hires post December 24th bc of finance issues (which.. yeah. public service kinda sucks in that regard) but they did send out the letter in time so I just need to get it back to them on Monday and then hope for the best. but yeah. sure would be nice

[roitaminnah]

er something something thinking about when ppkm started changing their hairstyles and then another adult ppkm almost kissing they keep doing this on my canvas guys get them out of here!! I'm trying to work!

[teethpaste]

It’s so weird how the body will try and protect you like. I am incapable of feeling grief right now. I know it will hit me like a fucking Mac truck in about a month

When I was here in Ireland in July thinking my grandma had days to live, because the doctors told us so, and urged everyone stateside to drop what they were doing and come to Ireland for goodbyes, I was torn up. I was the first one here because I was already in Dublin on business and luckily my job just let me work from Ireland for about 2 months. So that happened. But then she got palliative chemo, and somehow here she is, 5 months later, against the odds in stage 4 lung cancer. I can tell she is so tired. I feel like she was holding on for this holiday and that as soon as I leave Ireland come December 29, it’s going to happen quickly. Which I hate to even write into existence, but sometimes, you just feel it.

And I hope it doesn’t. But I also don’t want her to be in pain. Chemo ravages the body. Her last treatment was over a month ago but the cancer has spread through her whole body and it is wearing her down. She went from still bartending at 77 and going out with her friends weekly + walking the 2 mile trek into town everyday, to finding out she a tumor overtaking her right lung (completely collapsed at this point) from years of smoking. I was sitting with her at the table the other night before I went to the pub, painting her nails, and she asked “can we talk about something morbid”

Things hardly feel morbid these days. So I tell her yes, of course. I feel like I have this desensitized view around death now. Or I’m numb to it. Like my body remembers watching my dad die and is like HEY ITS FINE, don’t be sad in the moment. Because you can’t be. You have things to do. Then you can cave in on yourself.

Anyways, when I told her sure we can, she then got embarasssd and I had to beg a little for her to tell me . She then says “right. Because I know you’ll have the energy to handle”. She just tells me how she wants to be presented for her wake. No makeup, but make sure her eyebrows are done. Hair with a bandana. Jean shirt. Nails painted. Cowboy boots on that she never got to wear in Vegas this year. She starts telling me about where jewelry is and what she wants in a service. I listen and file it away.

I still think I’m stuck on “because you’ll have the energy to handle”. I think about when my dad died, my mom and sister were inconsolable. About how it happened so quickly and we as humans make it very complicated. Do you know how hard it is to transfer a body across state lines? The hospital doesn’t tell you what to do. I had to google so many funeral homes that morning. I think about those people too. The sanitized nature of conversations. The first place I called didnt say any niceties. They immediately went to prices so I hung up. Second place was more of the same and the third place asked me how I was doing and if I wanted to share anything about him. So I went with them. My dad didn’t leave a will so I had to pull the trigger on weather to cremate or bury. I went with the former and was sick for months thinking I made the wrong choice but one day a few months ago my mom found a random letter he wrote, tossed behind his living room chair, where he noted cremation was a better option bc of the $ and finally that guilt left me.

Did you know that when you list you’re an organ donor on your license, they have to call the family? And when they call, there is light elevator music playing in the background, and mere hours after your person dies, a woman with a nasally voice will calmly ask, “May we take his skin and eyes?” I felt like I was in a cronenberg movie. I remember being so shocked at the matter of factness of the question. Being disturbed but thankful neither my mom or sister were doing this part. I remember saying “why would you want that, do you know how he died? How are those parts even usable” and she paused . And “hmm’d” and as she began to speak I said “no we won’t be donating”.

Anyways. I’m trying to be present while I’m here in Ireland for the holidays. I want to cry but I can’t. This is the last time Christmas will feel like Christmas. I’ve never much liked the holiday. But after my dad died I’ve hated thanksgiving and Christmas even more. Being with my grandma here in Ireland makes it feel like that “magic” is still there a little. But I know it will be completely gone by this time next year and I hate that.

I also worry bout my mom and how she’s taking it. She lost her dad in 2023, her husband in 2024 and now her mom’s dying. That’s how it goes I guess. I stayed in tonight but she went out to the pubs with her friends and came home absolutely trashed. She made it up the stairs before I heard her start violently vomiting. It’s always strange when you switch places with your folks. I took off her clothes and got her changed into Pjs. Brought her water and crackers. She laid with her head in my lap as I stared at the wall. Being around this kind of stuff always makes me wonder if I’ll regret not having kids. Like the fact that when I’m her age, and my grandmas age, I’ll effectively be alone. Like yes there are friends etc but I won’t have children or grand children. Just makes me feel weird.

Anyways now it’s 6 in the morning and I’m going on a run in the 22 degree morning air. Bye bye.

[ultipoter]

Another photoshoot with @hydrachea ! Her playing Aether and I played Lumine. We went to see a ballroom dance, bullied a god kid for lunch money and had a cool showdown at Dragonspine

It's honestly very fun to take these siblings to places

[weezerlvr228]

why he so mysterious…

demur

[beregosts]

is it weird to wish it rained in bg3?

[oscargender]

to knowis to be loved and to be known is to b eloved. I want transgender friends who will know me and love me in a way that cis people usually do not

[postsentiment]

Everytime i want to quit my job i have 1 million heartwarming interactions with customers that make me say... U know what... maybe this is worth minimum wage after all....

[alicepao13]

Dear Hudson and Rex cast and crew,

please go to Ontario every year if it means that the production and storyline value are upped.

Sincerely,

everyone who likes good tv (I hope)

[h3rmitsunited]

I was going back through my old school stuff from like 1st grade and there was this like journal where we had to write like a couple sentences each day to practice writing and stuff and i had this one day where part of what I wrote was "I hate myself today because I had to change my card to yellow" (the cards were like discipline things so you started with green and if you weren't being good you had to stand up and go to the front of the class to change your card) and I don't remember what it was for but I'm sure I was just like maybe talking or something like that.

But like damn. Even just thinking about the times I had to change my cards in those classes makes me want to cry. I remember always being so upset anytime the teachers weren't happy with me and then I think about me now and how I'm always expecting people to think the worst of me or be hiding that they don't like me or always expecting the other shoe to drop even if they've been telling me I'm doing a good job because I'm bad and I need them to just tell me why and what exactly they're holding back

And I've got a review coming up at work soon with my bosses since it's almost my 6 year anniversary of working there and all I can think is oh good now they can stop telling me how great I am and how happy they are to have me there and just tell me everything I'm doing wrong because I know the compliments aren't right and they have to have been holding back what all my issues are.

And I think something in my upbringing may have kind of fucked my head up... just a little bit