#project delays

[nnctales]

Accidents at Construction Sites: Causes, Consequences, and Prevention Measures

Introduction Construction sites are bustling hubs of activity, where skilled labor, heavy machinery, and various materials come together to create magnificent structures. However, they are also high-risk environments where accidents can and do happen. Accidents at construction sites can lead to injuries, fatalities, and financial losses. In this article, we will explore the causes, consequences,…

[nutsack90]

shes already starting to infest my laptop

[zondearts]

Wxs, the sillies, the goofies, the goobers

wxsloids below cut

[prepschooltrash]

Hey guys, I know we’re all recovering from the t3 video, but infantilizing Haruka and robbing him of his agency by repeatedly saying that he did nothing wrong and that he’s innocent because he has a developmental delay disability is not the inclusivity win that you think it is. Killing that little girl was wrong. Haruka knew that before he did it and he recognized it after as well. To argue otherwise would be an insult to his character. sometimes its better to just say “yeah he did all that but i love him anyway” instead of saying someone isn’t capable enough to be responsible for their actions

[calmbigdipper]

inspired by Kaveh’s parental instincts kicking in when Mehrak went missing during the Sabzeruz Festival limited event…

I wanted to make a comic about him overthinking about whether he’s a good caretaker for his little light ⋆˙⟡♡

[kurishiri]

01 ┊ The final promise, a mother's death

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— jude⌛'s past records, record #1.

— cw: domestic child abuse (physical), death of a family member, mentions of alcoholism and family neglect.

The amount of happiness a person is given in their lifetime is decided, and it is split equally for everyone.

Such was written in a book somewhere.

Just as there was no abundance of good things, neither was there an abundance of bad. Everything was made to be equal.

—��If that was the case, then just what did this bloody wretched life of mine ever amount to?

Since I was born, I had never gotten a taste of that feeling called ‘happiness.’

My father was an immigrant from Ireland, who worked at the seaport.

The place was filled with violent people, making both public order and the working environment in poor condition, but not working would be the same as death.

And what was tragic about the job was the fact that you could be laid off at any point.

Jude’s father: Blast it all! I went outta my way to show up n’ they went and kicked me out!

Jude’s older brother: Was a fool’s errand from the start!

In the cramped house, the scent of liquor and tobacco pervaded the room,

and perhaps because of continuous exposure to that, my younger sister and I had weak lungs, and were often prone to asthma attacks.

Jude’s younger sister: *cough* *cough*...

Jude: Quit it already.

Jude’s father: ...Hah?

Jude: If ya continue smokin’ that stuff, ain’t no way we’re gettin’ any better.

J: If you’re gonna smoke go n’ do it outsi——gh!

All of a sudden, he hit my cheeks, and the moment I collapsed on the floor, he grabbed my hair.

Jude’s father: I dare ya to try sayin’ that again.

Jude: Hah, did ya drink so much booze your ears gone bad? I’ll say it however much I gotta.

J: I’m sayin’ ya don’t even got a penny in your pocket and yet ya go off smokin’ that stuff——guah!

This time, he hit my other cheek without holding back.

Jude’s father: Jude. How old are ya?

Jude: ...Five.

Jude’s father: Which is the age ya can go n’ work a job. And yet here ya are not doin’ that ‘cause you’re coughin’ a lung up.

Jude’s father: Who do ya think ya are, complainin’ when you’re a useless piece o’ trash, huh!?

Grasping at my hair, he tried to drag me around, when——

Jude’s mother: Stop this at once...!

Jude: Mum...

Jude’s mother: I’ll give him a talk and make him listen. Okay?

Mother took some money, and the two left the house for a drink.

(That cash... went and sold off clothes again, innit.)

She was a woman who could use perfect Queen’s English, and she was originally a well-to-do lady, or so I heard.

But, she pulled the short end of the stick, getting together with a good-for-nothing.

She sold the little jewels and clothes she had brought until she had nothing left to her name, and her health deteriorated.

—— Time skip (I think) ——

Jude’s mother: Jude, come here a bit.

Mother took me out to the garden, and there she took a stick and started writing something on the ground.

Jude: Mum, what’s this?

Jude’s mother: These are letters. They represent the words we speak... let’s see... it’s much like a ‘sign,’ so to speak.

Jude’s mother: See, this is how you write your name. J, U, D, E.

I copied Mother’s letters, writing them on the ground.

Jude: Wow, I could really get behind this. Hey, how do ya write Jazza——

Just then, Mother pulled me into an embrace.

Jude: Mum...?

Jude’s mother: In the times to come, even when your body is weak, and your money scarce, as long as you have wisdom, you can live on with that.

Jude’s mother: Jude, you are intelligent. I am sure knowledge will be your guardian.

Jude: Hey, mum, if ya hug me so tight it’s gonna hurt.

Jude’s mother: Hehe, you’re a big brother, aren’t you? You can handle this much at least.

Not too long after, Mother’s body grew weak, and she passed away.

The only thing left behind was the cold bed which she no longer occupied.

(She probably knew things would turn out this way.)

Running my hand along the cold surface of the bed, I recalled the final conversation we shared.

—— Flashback ——

Jude’s mother: Jude... I’m sorry.

Jude: What’re ya apologizin’ for? There’s a mountain of people other than ya who gotta apologize.

Father and my older brother drowned in alcohol, and even on death’s door, they didn’t bother even showing their faces.

Jude’s mother: ...I’m sorry, I’m sorry...

Jude: ...N’ like I said, don’t apologize.

Jude’s mother: ...Please...take care of your sister...Jude.

—— End flashback ——

That became the final conversation.

And, after that, my life stumbled even more down to the pits of hell.

to be continued…

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[shinkuten]

[bloommafu]

WxS Headshots

[bluedeedeedoop]

i have come to provide Barrissoka to replenish ourselves.

but yeah i sketched some stuff down and i thought it was cute so i colored it teehee

i gave barriss her hood back for like.. rebels era (before she got old ig?) cuz i miss it. i miss them. i’m gonna cry again

[friendofcars]

my manuscript got accepted 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

[ethan-elliott]

“train! oh no, it’s been cancelled” is actually one of my favourite lines from Strange Noises…especially living in England where our transport system is kind of dire

[blanketorghost]

Your honor i luv them

[rejectingrepublicans]

🤦‍♀️

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Are you still working on TDSB? No pressure if you aren't, I'm just curious if the project has been abandoned

Am I working on it?

AM I WORKING ON IT???

Im Kidding- but yes I have ALOT working behind the scenes, there were just a fair amount delays (including holidays, start of semester, personal shit etc)

Which made the difference between "Rush to finish NOW- against the lil doctor that lives in my brains orders" or "Its already this late, whats a few more days?"

But Chapter 17 is in the wings waiting on a few moving pieces and ive already started on 18 which will be out MUCH sooner considering its not going to be almost twenty thousand words

[charlies-trainhopping]

Parallel day was so hard.......... 💔