#need a dispenser here

[orcaputt]

Need a Dispenser here🔧

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☕ Buy me a coffee (x)

[attex]

fuckign love drawing him doing this (smoke machine)

[monmuses]

IN TEARS BECAUSE I FOUND AN ARTIST WHO DRAWS TEEN WOLF AND THEY HAVE SO MUCH ART OF SCOTT, IT HAS FED ME TONIGHT

[valgee]

[aliengirl]

well, im unemployed now

[paddington-two]

slept with my weighted blanket last night. woke up like this

[musical-chick-13]

I’m having too many Feelings™ about Noir again, this time specifically about how no “Sympathetic and Well-Intentioned Tragic Villain” in any other piece of media will ever be done as successfully and effectively as Altena.

[volfoss]

i love the 60s batman series, they will be like yes. the joker is behind the cheerleaders trying to buy milk from the milk machine and instead they get silver dollars (exchange rate of one dime for 10 silver dollars). truly the most nefarious scheme

[kavehater]

People for some reason always like to tell me that it’s nobody’s responsibility to “save me” which is so fucking stupid to tell me because where have I ever implied that ?! It’s so unfair to hear that because clearly you don’t know shit abt me if you say that. But why am I the only one who gets to hear that ?! Maybe for once I’d like to be saved maybe it’s not a sin to want that, and I think that it is peoples responsibilities to do better but no. The reason it doesn’t happen is because I’m simply not worth it.

[dnangelic]

Dia is going to stare at Dark for an *uncomfortably* long time before speaking. "Some times I used to help with backstage effects. I could probably make things spark and throw non harmful spells whenever you appear next." Imagine him just very unamusedly throwing a bag of confetti, just for extra effects.

@crimsontroupe

and he stares back , not all that impressed by diamont's own stare or oppressive , dull silence , until the heavy cloud of it is finally dispelled between them and dark too brings himself to finally blink at the other , slow and careless . ' ... backstage effects ? you had to help with backstage effects for what , exactly ? '

surely not the tortures , because if there was anything more absurd and uninteresting than diamont listlessly throwing about glitter and confetti and lifelessly blowing on a party horn in a little paper tri-corn hat , it was doing all of that while someone was begging and screaming for mercy amidst a gruesome background . ' --- small tricks like that are nothing to me , either . '

no doubt in even smaller measure that diamont's unwieldy might , or far too practical and carefully plotted out to be considered magic at all , but his pride would never let diamont get the best of him be it in performance or magic . not for as long as he had a reputation to maintain ! his hands settle onto his hips and his nose lifts haughtily high . ' i never asked for your help . '

and he wouldn't , he thinks , not for as long as he was absolutely confident he could put on one amazing , breath-taking performance after another . ( though when things got boring and he was stealing from someplace without any hint of guard or audience attention , maybe he would invite diamont to throw around a little confetti for him after all . nothing to admit , only to demand . )

[celestialmancer]

Day off bc medical appts all day but… thinking over the first week of my new externship site & well

It has been surprisingly chill ig? Save for the. One bitch who gave me a weird vibe even tho I’d never spoken to her nor knew her name nor anything, only for her to yesterday go on some spiel that demonstrated exactly why.

But that mess aside the place is. One I vibe with & some ppl have been friendly enough w helping me figure out what’s where & how to operate their specific pharmacy software & such, but its also. A huge ass pharmacy so its been. Me walking quite a lot this week w going back & forth retrieving meds for prescription orders or looking for stuff to use for med dispensing, other med supplies too for orders, & dropping em off to a pharmacist or checking in on other med stuff there

Also bonus abt this site: i don’t have to interact w the public at all <33 i’m purely working w other pharmacy techs & pharmacists in handling meds & such

Only real downside is waking up at 5 am bc gotta be there @ 7 but honestly I’m a lot more alert during night & early morning hours anyway, so

[trans-xianxian]

I helped my bestie move today and the person whose car we used picked me up but I forgot that I'd have to take the bus home so I didn't bring a mask Or headphones I am truly just raw dogging this bus ride 😭

[neverendingford]

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[pseudowho]

"Itadori-kun. Good. You're on time."

Kento checked his watch, clearly distracted, as Yuuji approached with pocketed hands. The shopping centre was bustling, a hive of activity around them. Yuuji ruffled his own hair, unsure.

"Yeah, I just...wasn't sure why we're meeting here, is all."

Still distracted, Kento tapped off a message, before slipping his phone back into his inner pocket. He rarely offered smiles when there was business yet to be done, and today was no different.

"I was hoping for your assistance with a few errands before your school term ends. I'm sure you'll be busy with your friends after then, and I shouldn't like to take your vacation time. I'm sure you're looking forward to the break."

In truth, Yuuji deflated just at the thought of it; though he was an orphan amongst orphans, he didn't favour empty time in the way he used to, with memory and the devil as his constant companions. Still he smiled.

"Yeah! Can't wait. Got...got loads planned."

Kento read Yuuji, shrewd for a moment, before hyper-focusing on the task at hand.

"Quite. Come along, Yuuji."

Yuuji grew more and more flummoxed as Kento's list of errands tickered out before them. Too polite to question why, and with absolute faith that Kento had good reason to drag him along for the ride, Yuuji stomached it all with confused good grace.

Yuuji blinked, momentarily blinded by the flash of light in the photo booth. He grinned for the next photo, and Kento's cool deep voice rumbled past the curtain.

"No smiling, Yuuji."

"H-huh? How did you know?"

"Was I wrong?"

"Uh...sorry, Nanamin."

As a strip of tiny poe-faced photos clicked into the dispenser, Yuuji couldn't understand why Nanamin was so satisfied by such bland pictures. Yuuji was, however, touched; clearly Nanamin liked wallet photos as he liked his suits-- beige. Kento clipped across Yuuji's thoughts.

"Do you like the beach, Yuuji?"

Yuuji blinked. "The beach...?"

"Yes. The beach. Do you like it?"

"Uh...I guess. Why?"

Kento hummed, satisfied, not answering Yuuji's question. Instead, as he passed Yuuji his coffee, he stood and leaned around Yuuji, gently pulling at the back of Yuuji's collar. Yuuji twisted to look, baffled now, and Kento released him, sitting with another satisfied hum. He tapped on his phone again.

"Your identification documents are in your room at Jujutsu High?"

"Nanamin...what's this about?"

"It's important to take care of your documents, Yuuji."

"...so you're just...checking up on me?"

Kento smiled, polite. "Of course." A pause. "I assume you'd like to come back to ours for dinner?"

Yuuji brimmed with unasked questions. "I don't need to-- I'm not really that hungry-- honestly a coffee is great--"

"Mrs.Nanami has cooked extra."

"God, yes, please, I'm starving."

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The summer vacation approached Yuuji like a black cloud. He could not bring himself to be excited for enforced inactivity; his casual offers to assist staff on missions fell on deaf ears. Gojo laughed Yuuji off with a clap on the shoulder. Yuuji smiled away the gentle rejection; he did not have the stomach to beg to work.

Instead, Yuuji stewed, leaning on his rainy windowsill until cicada buzz replaced the pitter-patter of water on earth. Late July arrived, unwelcome, and Yuuji steeped in a pit of dread.

At 2am, on the first day of summer vacation, Yuuji's phone rang. Bleary-eyed, and flat, he looked away from his computer screen and lowered his headset. He looked at his screen with a lurching gut; he answered the phone.

"Nanamin?"

A voice, rusty with sleeplessness. "Ah, Yuuji. I apologise for waking you at this hour. I need help with a mission. Are you available?"

Yuuji perked up immediately, tail wagging. "Y-yeah! Yeah, totally! I can be ready...er...in ten? Yeah?"

Kento's voice smiled. "Good. I'll pick you up."

Yuuji danced from his desk chair, shaking off his joggers and wriggling into his uniform with a grin, ruffling his hair before the mirror. In barely two minutes, he was ready, a spring in his step as he headed to wait outside. He felt so light, so relieved, and he grabbed his keys, opening his door to--

"Oh, shi--...Nanamin?"

Kento stood at the door, comfortable in loose clothes, and...sandals? It was an odd contrast to the backdrop of night, and Kento's usual attire. Kento smiled again, polite.

"Yes. Are you ready?"

"Y-yeah, I'm...how did you get here so fast?"

"The roads are quiet at this time of night, Yuuji."

A pause. "...Nanamin."

"Yuuji."

"Are you fucking with me?"

"Language."

When Yuuji opened his mouth to argue back, his jaw dropped, as you bustled up the corridor behind Kento with a sleepy grin on your face. You slapped Kento's elbow, shooting him a chastising look.

"Morning, Yuuji! Excited?" You pressed a kiss to his cheek, whirling past to invade his bedroom. Yuuji was speechless, horribly confused.

Kento checked his watch as you bustled around. Tapped his foot as you bustled around. Tutted, and leaned pointedly round the corner to stare at you as you bustled around.

"Darling, we're going to be la--"

"--don't give me attitude, Kento, we are about 6 hours early, and you know it--"

"--it pays off to check-in ahead of schedule--"

"--hush. I'll have words with you later."

Kento bristled, pugnacious. You walked out of Yuuji's room with his rucksack in hand. You pinched his chin, gesturing him along with your hand.

"Come on, Yuuji. Before Mr.Organised has conniptions."

Yuuji felt himself swept along by Kento, who still scoffed, mulish. The night air smelled sweet, and Yuuji found himself gently bodied into the back seat of Kento's car.

"--Nanamin-- I don't understand--"

You shot Kento a pointed look from the passenger seat. At first frowning, then with dawning realisation, you scolded Kento in disbelief.

"...you haven't told him."

Kento almost smirked as he rolled the car away over gravel. "I don't know what you mean."

You looked from Kento, to Yuuji, and back again. You reached slowly into Kento's bag, rummaging. Yuuji felt a glossy little book pressed into his hands.

"...a...passport?"

"...Kento didn't tell you."

Never one for expecting a gift, Yuuji couldn't see one when placed before his eyes. "Tell me what? Nanamin?"

Kento chuckled to himself, his eyes glimmering at Yuuji in the rearview mirror.

"Our flight is at 10:30, Yuuji."

Yuuji peered into the seat beside him; a new suitcase, neatly labelled with a luggage tag in his name. He yanked it to the seat beside him, unzipping it, and finding it full of new swimsuits, t-shirts, shorts, sandals, everything he could possibly need. He opened the glossy new passport in his hands, and hiccupped, his breath catching in his chest.

Yuuji rammed into realisation with prickling eyes, and a quiet sniffle, his eyes hidden in the dark. His reply was thick, stilted.

"Our flight...to where?"

"Malaysia. Now give me back that passport. You'll only lose it."

[taecdimples]

some thoughts for tonight:

first, a reminder--if any of you are struggling mentally right now, please don't be afraid to seek help. I mean it when I say each and every one of you matters. please take care of yourselves, and know that you don't have to face it alone.

secondly--if anyone just needs to vent, my ask box is always open. you are welcome to stop by anytime, publicly or anonymously.

stay safe ❤ sending love to you all ❤

[skeletonmaster69]

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