#n i can't get a job

[biscuit-and-jam]

So Guillermo is the most tragic character in modern television? Got it

[aiscapades]

i hear amon pronounce the ou in your and i know that southern accent is fake

[andy-clutterbuck]

[cringefailfagcat]

gonna crawl into a hole why does no-one want to go to my birthday

[rebouks]

Courtney discussed quitting her job with Oscar since he clearly can't handle everything at home by himself and get his work done at the same time. He wasn't sure it was the greatest idea right now but she's convinced it's for the best and impulsively called her boss whilst making dinner. It's fiiiine, she'll be able to keep on top of the kids and the house, which leaves him to focus on getting better and eventually making some money again...

Oscar: I just don't th-... Courtney: Shut up and eat my shitty spaget-.. and you better get used to it too. Oscar: Okay...

[crsssie]

giggling look what i found

talk show leon au…celebrity leon…thoughts please miss cressie :3

"what's one of your most memorable roles" "September 30th... 1998... It's a day I'll never forget. The cop inside me died that day"

jk I think celebrity Leon would be a celebrity against his will have you see that one guy called Lelush who was stuck on that one idol survival show like that's what I imagine Leon is like as a celebrity (against his will) I also think he'd get into arguments with "fans" who criticize his every move

[cerbreus]

if 2026 rolls around and i've not figured out a set course for dealing with my career woes (taking community college classes, making plans to continue education, switching jobs, literally ANYTHING...) please beat 🔨me 🔨with 🔨hammers........🔨🔨🔨

[red-eft]

severely tempted to use the money i saved for testosterone for a tattoo instead. going to sound strange but that would be more gender affirming than hrt right now.. many thoughts to think about this .

[miodiodavinci]

men will simply take back their old job as a favor to their boss and then immediately remember why they left their old job

[coldjustness-archive]

OKAY CAN I JUST TALK ABOUT HOW NEVE AND HARDING ARE BOTH GRIEVING VARRIC AT THE START???? And the fact that we don't catch Neve in her emotions over it just reflects how she reacts to grief. I was remembering someone suggesting that one of the reasons why she tells Rook about Brom and the guilt that tears her up, and takes them to that vigil wall for the dead was because she thought she and Rook could both use it FOR Varric as well? She was trying to get them to open up about it and didn't push because she knows how to deal with people in grief and you can't MAKE them talk about these things (tragically we know how that turned out.)

NOT THE POINT.

It got me thinking about Neve and Varric as friends, years and years spent writing letters back and forth, that long journey that was spent chasing Solas (that yes touches in both comic books and the actual books themselves), and I got to thinking on the casual touch thing I just mentioned and yes this would have absolutely applied to him as well especially if being friends for years and years like you find out in the comics.

Varric and Neve, spending several nights on said journey just writing in their respective journals or letters, or she's writing for a case and he's writing for a book, with nothing but candlelight and drink shared between them both, and the occasional quip and smile exchanged.

Varric and Neve, writing letters and both having nicknames for one another. We learn he called her slick, but she never talks about what she called him because it's still hurts.

Neve, now picking up the full time habit of making nicknames for people as a way to honor Varric.

Varric and Neve, him bumping her shoulder with HIS hand when he lands a damn good joke or reference when he knows she will get it.

Neve, sitting in the same spot she sat on in the Missing, Volume 4, when both Harding and Varric are gone - sadly watching the door - aching for friends who are now gone. And lifting her big wooden mug as she takes a drink of it, resting her elbows on the table in the same way she did then and sighing. Trying not to cry as she for one second, imagines that any time, they will be walking in - alive and well, and calling after her so she can jokingly call/reference Varric - the Viscount of Kirkwall.

Neve, not talking about the metal box that holds the letters she's received from Varric (and soon the one made for Harding after). Tucked away, with the things she will not look at - not yet.

[hey-heigo]

not to get too real but we're reaching that phase of the job hunt where i can feel myself becoming less human with every application

[comfortablyisolated]

I'm so tired of feeling stuck. Everything's felt hopeless lately

[doodlingwren]

Hiatus

I am going on hiatus for a bit more. I really really hoped the stuff that have been going on lately were already "sorted out" but, uhm... they aren't. I need to take a bit more time offline once again, and try to work things out.

Thank you for your patience ❤

Wren

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Just landed a load of comms for the next while from family! Turns out just throwing some money and a nice photo at the black sheep's unemployed kid is easier than figuring out what to bring for bithdays<3 "its such a personal and unique gift" yea bc you fuckers are all tramatized by each other and don't know any more than the bare minimum of someone's job and their hobby for basic conversation<3 but we have plenty if nice photos for me to draw, just don't look to closely as the eyes<3

My fucking family aside, I'm so glad bc it means I can relax and rest for longer w/o worrying as much about money. And I don't have to cough up for gifts myself<3 also grandma showed my drawing for her off to her giant network of Quakers, so I'm not just drawing my family members that I hate at varying levels!

[demenior]

Brine King (ft Eadwulf) 👀👀👀

Check my list of current wips here and send me a title and I'll post a bit or share some details about it.

The Brine King au started as a 'what if Fjord released Uk'otoa' concept. While I adore the idea and have a LOT of it planned, I know I probably will never write it.

So I took up the critical role wildflowers event as an excuse to write the idea, while tailoring it to what my giftee wanted.

which worked out perfectly because they're a fellow fjord/jester/eadwulf fan and because this Brine King au was begging for a Scourger thread to weave it all together.

Here's a blumentrio reunion to celebrate (Caleb snuck into Eadwulf's bedroom, was surprised to, uh, interupt his old loves)

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Eadwulf stares at Bren, wide-eyed and face slack with shock. He’s in no state to compose himself, or take the lead. So Astrid will.

“What are you doing here?” she asks. Why did he come to Eadwulf, and not me? She wonders. And then scolds herself.

“We heard about the position you’ve been offered. Ambassador to the new Brine King ,” Bren says to Eadwulf. Bren always had a way with words, about coming around to a point. To let him speak is to be hypnotized by him, Astrid knows this.

Eadwulf makes no effort to cut him off. He hangs on every one of Bren’s words.

She glances out the window. It’s far from dawn, but not that far. The sky is beginning to light. There isn’t much time.

“You said you have information?” she interrupts. Focus, she reminds himself.

“I do,” Bren agrees, and he only glances at her before focusing on Eadwulf.

He’s here to manipulate Eadwulf, she’s sure of it. But to what end?

“Wulf,” Bren says slowly. Eadwulf shivers. Astrid flashes handsigns. Danger. Danger. But Eadwulf doesn’t look once in her direction.

“I want to make a deal,” Bren says.

Eadwulf stays silent.

“We knew the man, before he was Uk’otoa’s Champion. We have information on his behaviour, his person, and how to beat him. We were in Nicodranas, before…”

“Why didn’t you go to the King? Why come to us?” Astrid presses, “this information could make you rich.”

Bren flinches like he’d forgotten she was there. She’s more certain than ever that he had thought Eadwulf would be alone. Good thing she decided to stay. Eadwulf would be eating out of his hand if she wasn’t here.

Why is Bren treating them like the enemy? She wants to ask. She wants to hold him, and kiss him again. If only he wanted that to. But he left them, she has to remind herself. He abandoned them. He doesn’t want them.

She digs her nails into the skin of her arms, and keeps her face neutral.

Eadwulf needs her to speak for him, to protect him.

“Because I have no love for the King,” Bren says, and leaves it there. Eadwulf shivers again. Astrid’s breath catches in her throat. Bren can’t be saying— not after all this time?

This must be a dream.

As if he can read her mind, Bren steps towards Eadwulf. He holds his hand out. Eadwulf steps towards him.

Astrid takes a half-step forwards, before she realizes what she’s doing. It’s too late, and Eadwulf has fallen into Bren’s orbit. His hand settles on Eadwulf’s shoulder. She sees Eadwulf shudder. His knees tremble.

“I know you will have orders, and I know you are going into danger,” Bren says softly. Eadwulf has to lean closer to hear him.

Astrid pushes into their space. She’s losing Eadwulf.

She wants Bren’s soft voice for herself.

“I will tell you every piece of information I can think of. Every scrap of every moment I spent traveling with Fjord. But I need you to make a deal with me, old friend.”

“What?” Eadwulf asks.

Stupid, Astrid wants to say. He shouldn’t speak. You should always let the target make the offer first. He knows this. Astrid doesn’t think she could hold her tongue if Bren was this focused on her.

She can’t think when Bren looks up at them through his lashes. When he lays a hand on her arm as well. His touch is like a wildfire, sending gooseflesh down her arm. She wants to touch him in turn.

“There is a woman, with Fjord. He took her from us. She is a prisoner… if she’s still alive. I need you to help her, in any way you can.”

Astrid’s mouth falls open. No noise comes out. No, no, no! Eadwulf will die for their Master. But he will do anything for Bren. This will get him killed.

Bren knows about Eadwulf’s tender heart. It’s why she and he worked so hard to protect it, during their training.

He must know what he is doing. And he doesn’t care?

“Your woman?” Eadwulf blurts out. He sounds jealous.

Bren takes that information carefully. He doesn’t deny it immediately.

“She’s precious,” Bren agrees. Neither a confirmation, nor a denial, Astrid notes.

“Why me?”

“Because we cannot get into the fortress,” Bren growls. His grip on both of them tightens. Astrid’s head spins.

“Don’t do this,” she whispers. To which of them, she cannot say. There is a second collar on Eadwulf now, that Bren is placing himself. And it looks more like a noose.

[feral-radfem]

I'm not going to be tone policed on how I talk about any subject whether it personally affects any of you or not. I am certainly not going to be persuaded to speak more kindly to my oppressors and/or direct political opponents because they are personally affected by the issue I'm talking about.

Some of y'all are letting the female socialization that demands we be kind and considerate at the expense of ourselves (& our social movements) push you right into sugar coating important topics and out of being an effective communicator.