#not because I’d save it instead)

[fabledteeth]

anybody else play a cleric durge and felt like they had to come up with some ridiculous reason as to why their pc would wake up believing they worship a god that’s not bhaal? ophelia’s is “i can tell i used to worship a god and can’t remember who, but i have some sick fucking lightning powers and i love carnage destruction and chaos, so that probably means talos is my god. yeah that checks out”

and it’s just. not even fucking true. she was absolutely Not a cleric before the nautiloid, and she definitely didn’t worship talos. he just happened to fit the description

i like to think talos sees her going through this process and just decides to feed into her delusions and grant her cleric powers because he thinks it’s funny

[silverhalla]

neve came back and I IMMEDIATELY started crying

[blupengu]

Y’all is Hollow Knight hard or do I just suck because oh my god??

[stone-stars]

i wonder if the red beads are like…. permanent death saves. like they can start the story over, but only so many times. they can come back, but eventually it’ll run out. eventually they won’t be able to hold on.

[faithfromanewperspective]

for decades, I’ve associated any form of wealth with the absence of connection, and with hierarchies and status and anything that gives me the ‘ick’. I’ve told myself, if I had less, I would have more autonomy and I wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed when I was forced to find a home for a present I wanted for about 5 seconds once and then got over before it got into my hands—but I still needed to be grateful for. but I never had any money of my own, and the middle class facade was, well, a facade. I didn’t find out til much later.

now, I balk at the concept of money and self sabotage any time I’m given the opportunity to make some unless I’m specifically saving up for some (vaguely altruistic) thing that has a turnover time of a few months: I can see it on the horizon and I don’t think I can live without financing whatever it is. but any spare money?? I was raised Anglican among social justice causes. I feel guilty and I can’t rest until it’s gone. I complain when I don’t have enough money and when I have just enough for the occasional treat but it feels wrong and I don’t feel worthy of it because the economy has so much injustice and I can’t just. have no money to know I’m not contributing.

in the end, I’ll do what I have to to keep myself alive even with this brain even if I end up being broke all the time and constantly living on less than I should. but I don’t know how to not restrict how much money I’m allowed to have. and I know I’m causing myself extra stress and jeopardising my future but it’s something I feel like is being forced on me: money that I don’t have any control over, and physical safety. I’ve got issues with both of these things that make me act like a petulant and self destructive child. and for once I don’t know what to do—I’ve never seen someone experience this before. I’m scared I’ll never experience the happiness of having spare money. because I don’t have a lot. but when I have what seems like a lot to me I freak out and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to convince myself I deserve it

[lilyaceofdiamonds]

My pizza bar apparently closed a couple weeks ago, and i’m so fucking sad now

[millidew]

WAKES UP IN A COLD SWEAT. kaemugi utenanthy/rgu au. junko akio. monokuma chuu-chuu. it’s all coming together

[velvetwarfare]

reminder that curse of strahd betty (who goes by bethanne/beth in this one) is a literal muscle mommy w 24 strength and is a nosferatu beast zealot barbarian crossed w oathbreaker

and her love interest is of fucking course our female strahd — cassandra

because two extremely territorial and possessive vampire beasts of rage filled women is completely ideal

[museenkuss]

Spn blogs in my recs and they WILL NOT LEAVE.

[fingertipsmp3]

Finally wiping my old windows laptop that I hate. Why did I not know it was going to be this easy

[rose-tinted-nostalgia]

God, I regret this already.

[what-even-is-thiss]

The reason people don’t want to work is that it’s just normal for them to be in bad work environments.

My issue with working at Walmart wasn’t the work itself I was doing. It was the circumstances around it. The concrete floor, lack of places to sit, having to put up with asshole customers, not getting time off for injuries, and bad pay.

If I had been given shock pads to stand on or a few chairs to rest on sometimes, if they paid me a livable amount of money and I was allowed to yell back at asshole customers, if they had given me any amount of training, I would happily work part time folding clothes all day and telling people where the swimsuit section is.

I’m a creative type. I’m a writer. I’m pretty smart, even. But if I could make a living folding shirts and listening to podcasts in one ear and helping people find the scented candles for 30 hours a week? I would. Leaves some mental space free for me to brainstorm. Lets me catch up on my reading with audiobooks.

But instead I was treated so badly by upper management and customers that I’m like legitimately a little frightened whenever I step into a Walmart now. And I only worked there for three months a few years ago.

I’m a good lower level worker. When I’m treated well. I like finishing tasks. I like being helpful. I like having some time to talk to coworkers and some time alone with my thoughts. I’m a frickin team player. And that’s how I was at my first job. I was treated well by my supervisor. I was trained. They were patient with me. I was so good at being low on the totem pole at that job because I was valued and felt like I was being listened to. I was able to sit still when there was nothing left to do which made it feel less bad when we were on a time crunch. I didn’t mind working hard at that job because it was fun even though I was doing all the low level stuff that the supervisors didn’t want do.

But at Walmart I was like that for all of two days. Then I figured out that nobody appreciated my work and if I worked in my normal people pleasing manner I’d kill myself because their standards were high and the rewards for meeting them were low.

So I slowed down. I started avoiding customers. I started taking a lot longer to get to my breaks and to come back from them. I became worse at my job because no matter how good I was at it there would be no reward, no appreciation, and I’d just be pushed further beyond my limits.

My only level of happiness from that job came from the people who were working with me. The old ladies and my department manager who made sure I wasn’t overextending myself. The one other young man working in the clothing department who always got sent with me to unload the heavy stuff and commiserated with me about the shoulder injuries, the hurting feet we were too young to have.

But none of that was enough to make me stay. We were constantly understaffed. I was constantly abused by customers and not able to do a thing about it. I was not paid much at all. So as soon as I had enough saved up for what I was trying to do and my last semester of college was about to start I handed in my two weeks.

I would have found a way to stay if I liked that job. If I liked that job I would’ve pushed myself to my mental limits to finish college and keep that job at the same time. Heck that job could’ve been a rest from college. A place to get away from it. But I hate that job so I got out as soon as I could.

I want to work. I want enough money to live sort of comfortably. I want to have some tasks to do to give my creativity a rest. I want to be a part of something. But the way that modern corporate run work environments are set up does not give me any of the things I actually want out of a job. And I think that’s the same for millions of people right now. A lot of people would happily spend their lives as a waitress or an Uber driver or a warehouse worker or a farmhand or any other “low skill” job you can possibly think of. But with the way the world works right now those jobs are absolutely miserable. It doesn’t have to be that way. I know because I’ve had a fulfilling part time minimum wage job that I looked forward to going to every week. A job where I was listened to and allowed to sit when I needed to. I miss that job. Especially now since I’ve realized that’s not the standard. It should be. People should look forward to going to work or at the very least not get mild ptsd whenever they set foot into a Walmart.

[lesbianusahana]

Hi if you saw the post last time I didn’t finish my commentary in the tags. Ignore that.

How I feel asking people to leave stuff in the gimmicks of my Strawpage

[scarybong]

🙃

[elodieunderglass]

You’re fairly lucky that I don’t have reblogs appear in my activities, as I’d find this quite rude to see in my activities and would’ve gotten mad in the moment. It’s kinda rude to Diane whom you reblogged from as well.

Replies on blogs are limited by OP’s settings, and this is mine:

This is because, in my experience, if strangers are going to contribute anything of value, they can damn well do it in a reblog and say it in front of their followers, as a matter of public record and reply. I’m not interested in playing moderator, and I don’t see much value in replies outside of my social circle, where it offers a quick way to have valuable conversations.

That’s why the fuck replies are restricted (/neutral), because who the fuck are you to get that privilege (/neutral.) No harm done and I’m not mad. If you had something to say you’re very welcome to reblog.

The only brew for the brave and true

[moniquill]

One of the socialist things I’d like to see ALONG WITH UBI (not instead of) is a government option for all basic neccesities. I am aware that the government option would -suck- and as long as it’s survivably functional, I’m fine with that. When I was a kid, we got monthly commodity food boxes. They’d be filled with food that looked like this:

And in lean months, it would be that and whatever we could get from the garden, or forage/fish, or trade with friends and neighbors. My mom had this awesome recipe for peanut butter balls that utilized the powdered milk, shit-quality peanut butter, and maple-flavored corn syrup that we routinely got in our box and actually made it good. 

I think that these things should be available for purchase at every supermarket, and that the prices should be fixed with relation to the minimum wage. All brands should have to compete with the government option - if SPAM is going to be more expensive than LUNCHEON MEAT in the silver can, then it needs to justify that cost by being better quality.

I want the same thing for housing. I want fucking Commie Blocks to be an option.

This would combat runaway inflation by putting a price cap on survival needs. It would guard against shrinkflation, because a consumers could compare the Government Standard portion to the brands. UBI ought to be such that it covers The Government Option for food, housing, clothing, transit etc. with generous wiggle room for emergency savings and little joys in life. 

Everyone should get their own UBI account in their own name at birth, along with their social security number. It should follow the individual regardless of guardianship. Parents/guardians should have incrementally less and less control over said funds as the child gets older, and should have to provide itemized receipts of how money taken from a child’s account is spent (Similar to what you have to do if you’re in control of an elder’s social security money).

https://www.ssa.gov/ssi/text-repayee-ussi.htm

'Each year, we will ask certain representative payees to complete a Representative Payee Accounting Report showing how they spent and saved the money they received for you during the 12-month report period.'

These are steps that would could easily institute tomorrow be reallocating funding, and they’d have a huge impact on cost of living for everyone.  

This rant brought to you by the fact that store brand canned luncheon meat in my local grocery held fast at a dollar for the better part of two decades but now costs $2.18.