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sunsblaze · 3 months ago
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//I am not feeling too well as of late, I will try to get to replies before the weekend
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raddestrose · 6 months ago
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BRO WHAT
Teruko noooo
also whatt did i just read
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goodplace-janet · 1 year ago
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the final grade for my history class has been calculated! i got 100% 😳🥳
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shorterstrides-fasterpace · 11 months ago
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Good Morning!
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Did some yoga, did some layout work, now for a shower and walking the therapy. I did not get as much done on layout as I hoped, but I did figure out what was going wrong in my process. So, while I did waste about 8hrs misunderstanding what was asked of me, at least I am on the right track now... I hope my boss understands, but he is a high stress person and I always interpret his actions as impatient. I will be okay. I am anxious to be missing an hour of work for therapy, and am annoyed I did not prepare better for the therapy meeting, but, here we go. Planning better and prioritizing my health so that I can plan work capacity in advance is part of my growth goals. I am glad I took the time for yoga and sleep. Everything made so much more sense after a rest.
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trujellyfish · 2 months ago
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its 10pm. i can either lie in bed for 4 hours reading fanfic til i finally slip into sleep
or i can play the outer worlds until i pass out on the couch....................
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musiceum · 1 year ago
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crypticjackal13 · 2 years ago
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Not a writing post yet but I just wanted to thank you all for your patience as I work on getting inspired again! I am one man doing a million things and starting a new job soon so of course things will be a little bit slow but! Such is life and I will do what I can in these circumstances!
MUCH love,
Jackal <3
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lonelym00n · 2 years ago
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does anyone else’s family make them feel how lana del rey felt when she sang “can’t a girl just do the best she can”
im sorry that i cant be everything u want me to be fam, i try
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rondocapri · 8 months ago
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I know this group is going to give me gray hairs
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csillagszemumnek-itelve · 1 year ago
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...Boom boom boom boom I want you in my room....
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sidsinning · 4 months ago
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Surprise surprise villainess au is back!!
Not the update expected,,,,but I had fun coming up with some side stories featuring Felix lol
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flowerpotmage · 3 months ago
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anyway, since im in financial aid hell with my school rn....
simon riley who really is only an acquaintance to you, some guy you're friendly with because you seem to have a similar routine when it comes to the cafe two blocks from your house and the physical therapist office you both attend.
simon, who's on extended medical leave from a torn rotator cuff surgery and six weeks into twelve of his own physical therapy treatment.
simon who overhears you with a friend in the cafe one morning venting your frustrations with the cost of school and the limits of your own finances. who doesn't mention it until you're both in the waiting room, sitting with one chair between you as usual (he's a big guy, he likes the space to spread his legs. he pretends he hasn't seen your glances).
"going back to school, then?" he asks, quiet and gruff as always.
you wrinkle your nose at the reminder of your current stresses. "yeah," you say, staring down at the carpet. "dunno if i can afford it, though. rent's already so high, and groceries, and then this..." you gesture vaguely, but he knows you mean whatever condition it is you're here for is bleeding you dry.
"shame," he says, and leaves it at that.
"what do you do?" you ask after a long moment of silence. a muscle in his thigh twitches.
"military," he says, meeting your eye when you finally look at him.
you nod, a puzzle piece sliding into place about why he must be here in this office with you. "ah."
"benefits aren't bad," he says, quietly. "medical's paying for all o' this." he nods around the room, a much more leisurely mirror of your earlier hand gesture.
"i should hope so, considering they probably put you where you got whatever it is you're here for." the corner of your mouth lifts in a wry smile.
the conversation stops there when one of you is called in to your appointment. simon doesn't bring it up again, not until something changes.
you run into each other at a bar.
simon's got a beer in hand, something cold and refreshing while he catches up with soap and gaz in the corner. they're on a brief leave and stopped by to visit for an evening before fucking off for a week to wherever it is they have plans to be. simon won't ever say it in as many words, not right now, but he's glad to see them, happy to listen to whatever story they're telling him, until he sees you.
he downs the beer for an excuse to go get another, waving off the two men who offer to go get it when he says "need to stretch my legs," eyes fixed on you the whole time.
"celebratin'?" he asks when he slides into an empty space beside you at the counter, catching the bartender's attention for a refill with a lazy raise of his empty bottle.
"simon," you greet in surprise. he nods at your drink and your slight smile slides away. "not really," you reply to his question. "more like drowning my sorrows. i don't think school's gonna happen this time."
simon frowns, eyes scanning you up and down. your drooped, sad shoulders, the sad, slightly bitter smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
"you know," he says, slowly, as if hesitant. normally wouldn't even dare to think it if he hadn't had just enough to drink. "there's plenty scholarships for military spouses."
it's a wonder he can keep a straight face at the shocked raise of your eyebrows.
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jhonnyhotbody · 1 year ago
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I love the titans very much
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einezigarette · 2 years ago
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yall im up for a really good job thats kinda a huge step up for me, wish me luck and kisses and all that stuff cause im stressin
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yukipri · 9 months ago
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Young adult Boba Fett stress doodle
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ddawnee · 2 years ago
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hobie’s seen some of miles’ graffiti work and took interest in it himself, so one day he asks miles if he could spray paint a spider on one of his plain tees to give it pizazz.
usually, miles isn’t really worried about his graffiti art being perfect; but this time it’s different. hobie’s cool as hell, what if he doesn’t like the finished product? that’d destroy his ego.
so he’s been circling around the t-shirt that laid on the floor, shaking a can of black spray paint for about ten minutes now. it was simple, really; all he needed to do was a circle and then the spider on the inside, but he couldn’t bring himself to start just yet, because what if the circle comes out lopsided, or he doesn’t make the spider big enough to fit four legs on each side?
it didn’t really help that hobie leaned against the wall in front of miles, observing miles circle around like a nervous mess.
“miles.. you good?”
“huh?”
“you’ve been doing..” unsure of what to call it, hobie motions with his hand, “this, for the past ten minutes. do you like.. need some inspo?”
“oh no, it’s not that, it’s just..” he isn’t sure how to cover it up, so he just is honest, “i don’t wanna mess it up, it’s gotta look nice.”
“it’s fine, no big deal if it’s messy.”
“you sure?” miles stops his pacing, looking down at the blue tee. it was modified, the collar and bottom hem messily torn off to fit hobie’s style more, and now miles felt a bit stupid for overthinking his craft; hobie was all about messy!
“yeah, the shirt don’t got any sentimental value for me yet, so i’m not gonna get mad if you absolutely fuck up the spider.” hobie shrugs.
miles raises a brow. “yet?” he’s really curious about what that means, and even finds himself hoping it means what he thinks it does.
he totally isn’t sure why though, of course.
“yeah, right now this shirt is just like, basic.” hobie starts, and miles doesn’t realize it but his voice gets a bit softer. “it doesn’t really have a meaning, but once you give it your touch it gets its value, because it’s your craft that you’re giving to me, y’know?”
there’s a lot more that hobie wanted to say, but he couldn’t get the courage to do it. he realizes he kind of went off on a tangent, and possibly annoyed miles, if it weren’t for the wide eyed look on the boy’s face. “sorry, that was a bit too much.” he grimaces.
“oh, oh no, it’s fine!” miles reassures the other, a smile on his face. “i appreciate your appreciation a lot.”
he shakes the can of spray paint, a hint of determination in his eyes as he looks at the tee once more.
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