#or the office but im not sure yet

[bamsara]

i think my patreons are the best tbh im out here fighting demons, brain damage, car broke, cost of living, price inflation, printer errors, delivery mishaps, rapid onset of media brainrot, inconsistant art style, isolation, the toils and tribulations of living in the rural south, social obligations with financial cost requirement, a cat that actively breaks into plastic bins to chew on stickers and burn out

i am constantly slipping on a bannana peel and patreons are just

[paintingskyblutf2]

engineer and medic doodles. bone apple tea.

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staring contest gone too far :] idk how to draw kissing so use your imagination

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"blah blah blah blah blah" for engi and "fascinating!" for medic

they definitely listen to eachother's ramblings

i found this picture and many more funny ones and couldn't help it but draw them

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IT'S FRIDAY BOYS!!!

and they were trashmates(trashcan-mates??). omg they were trashmates :0

"Danke, engineer!" for medic. A/N: thank your medics AND engis please 💖

(actually, thank ALL of your teammates. it might feel awkward to send "thanks team" kind of chats since a lot of people perceive them as sarcastic but do it anyway. you'll cheer up at least one person :])

[silverislander]

day 14: enforcers

marcus had left a lot of trash to dispose of. caitlyn had started with his little cronies, moved on to his policies and was now working on the office.

the desk, in particular, was proving itself a pain. as soon as caitlyn thought she had finally cleaned it out, she had discovered several hidden drawers, and upon emptying those, found that several of those drawers had false bottoms. it seemed he had kept far more secrets than anyone knew.

the files she had found are organized in her own folders, waiting for her to look further into whatever crimes he had committed; any hidden evidence regarding jinx (and there had been a sizable amount) is pinned to her boards; the few personal items she had uncovered are ready to be sent along to his family. it did appear, though, that she was finally, finally reaching the end of it all, and what better time than at the very end of the day, long after anyone else had left the station.

that, of course, is when she discovers the desk's very last secret: the bottom of the last drawer was ever so slightly misaligned. it would have been easy to mistake for a manufacturing error, but after days of searching and taking apart wooden panels to find a level of corruption beyond what even she had suspected, caitlyn knows better. with a sigh, she pulls the drawer out from the slide and sets herself to prying up the last false bottom.

the only thing inside, however, is a little green pack of cigarettes.

caitlyn scoffs. out of everything to go through the effort of hiding, why this? it wasn't as if smoking was uncommon- her own parents- her father still did, as well. she picks up the pack, popping it open, and-

wait.

no, she knows that smell. these had never belonged to marcus.

she knows this smell, always mixed with gun oil and pine trees, winter cold, rough canvas on her skin. it had comforted her, once. it had asked her a question she never forgot.

"grayson," she murmurs.

most of the time, caitlyn leaves the office door closed and the windows shut. it made the room stuffy, but it kept her papers from flying about. now, though, she slides one window open and takes a seat on the chair in front of it.

caitlyn has made it a point to carry a lighter at all times despite only having smoked once or twice herself: she's found it makes for an easy way to get people talking. that makes it easy to light one now. it feels a little silly as much as it feels like the right way to remember her, leaning partway out the window into the starry night so the smell won't linger, knowing it will still cling to her uniform, her gloves.

it doesn't smell how she remembers it, though, once it's lit. it's long since gone stale. there's no comfort in that smell anymore. caitlyn finishes it quickly, puts it out on the windowsill, and goes back to work on the board. it may be late, but she's sure that with a bit more time, she can decode something useful. she has to.

she tries not to think too much about how things change, how things rot, but she knows how it happens. it happens from the inside out.

[guinevereslancelot]

being the youngest person at work is being the honorary IT specialist despite knowing basically nothing abt technology except how to use google

[annamariedarkholmes]

that aipt interview didn’t say anything that rogue and gambit fans didn’t already know about that office or this era lol:

-that jdw dislikes them both but dislikes rogue more (gambit got a solo and she didnt; she’s also the one that’s been missing from every single event poster, that new tarot deck, and now, even the 60th anniversary ‘90s variant covers)

-that the idea of marriage makes characters “stale” (these dudes are married irl, btw, which… hmm!!!!!!!!)

like… yeah wbk lol

[orcelito]

Woke up early and decided to check the electoral votes and now I'm #Siiiiiiiiick

[aces-and-angels]

park & davis- divide et impera

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agnes/jina's picrew; enid's picrew; zahir's picrew; will's picrew

[sidabro]

no you dont get it. I woke up at four am in the middle of north european winter to get into a bolt at four thirty and get to work to check in at five am and be told ''Go clean seven freezers and then restock them fully and then help stock the new weekly mopro deals, all until seven AM'' and i had to not cry out of the geniuine coldness that penetrated all of my bones and my head even with the made-in-germany jacket, leaning over awkwardly to clean stained blood and raw chicken juice out of still working industrial freezers (because nobody knew how to turn them off), cleaning every single of those annoying, annoying fucking grates that wont insert properly without force which made hands bleed (because to wear the protective plastic gloves i had to of course take off the mesh warmth gloves) and the skin splinter because its -29 outside and 9 inside and the freezers are blowing as hard as they can because theyre open too. and then to drag five palletes of meats and stock those freezers all with correct rotation (of course the people who took them out yesterday didnt put them in a way that would make this easy Today) and the every-day changing made-in-germany ''food map plan'' that ''encourages customers to look around more''. Of course! And thats before getting to mopro, after which, IF i can do anything, i have to go to the cass and smile and not undiscretly wipe my cold nose and fix my hair because these old babushkas were waiting at the door sinxe 6.40 to buy their goddamn fucking made-in-germany kaiserbroetchens and kefyrs aged in poland with milk from latvia and they scoff at me for not being able to make the tollmachine turn on fast enough, as if they are late to go watch their russian telenovelas, as if i forced them to come to mother fucking god damn LIDL before the sun dares show her face. its only 7.04 and i want to go home and they already murmur and tell me to hurry up, without any human patience or empathy. And this is for six days in a row. no point describing an entire hellish day of working retail in an undermanaged underpeopled position (because of the ffucking made-in-germany productivity formula) but trully omfg writting emails and making spreadsheets and analysing data to put numbers into words and give them meaning. Allow me this! For a thousand dollars a month? Ill take that sum before taxes, too. God fucking on earth ever the fuck do office people not understand how much they have. Youre not the bottom line of the proletariat 🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬

[dragonji]

have to be honest guys its actually going Really Badly again.

[princessmyriad]

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[gordonfreetism]

splatoon subnautica au in the works currently. stay tunnneeeddd............... GJFGFGFH

[triglycercule]

i want to headcanon the mtt having absolutely terrible hygiene and struggling to keep themselves clean (this MAY... just QUITE POSSIBLY.... only in the SLIGHTEST bit be projection) but i think it would be too gross and man EVEN I dont wanna think about that

also killer canonically smells good and i actually really LIKE that idea so oh shit there goes that idea out the window. horror and dust youre my only hope please let me make you smell bad for reasons you won't understand

[miutonium]

Tfw you live laugh love 😎

I forgor about this art, i posted this every where except here smh my head

Also hi I am busy I want my sem break right tf now _(:3」∠)_ i swear I did not forget you guys, im just so busy I just cant be around here and make paragraphs of my brainrot here ;w; im more active on my twt these days so like ask for my username if you want to follow me and see me having a breakdown over rectangle 2d men on twitthorrre rawr xD

But akdjqlqkdla I promise I'll be back and talk with you guys after I am so done with this sem aaaaaaaa

[chromatic-corrosion]

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[wetpapert0wel]

waaaah i wanna play more voices of the void but its scary scary scary

[artemisbarnowl]

One quirk that took me a while to sort of feel in my current city is in the overwhelming majority of white australian citizens in this place, despite me being a white Australian no one has a face like me. Back in melb there was of course my family (extended family also) but there were literally thousands of other people with a story like mine and the face to show it. There were other slavic people on the train, overhearing russian in a store, a little deli run by a ukrainian family. In my workplace, all the white people are are from the UK within 3 to 20 generations. One has an italian grandmother for spice.

Its very strange coming from a city that really is made of immigrants and really internalising the view that Australian means your parents came here from anywhere. These descendants of convicts and white Australia policy migrants (white Australia was specifically to re-english the place after a bunch of incorrectly white mainland European refugees came) have far too much say in government policy. Also their lunches and clothes and celebratory rituals are boring and empty even to them. Why do you all wear shoes inside.