#workoholic

[msbparker]

Kedvenc pályám a kedvenc vízimentőkkel. Hogy te mekkorát nőttél, mióta utoljára találkoztunk!

[izagarblog]

I suffer from a combination of depression and workoholism which makes it hard for me to remember to take care of myself better. I just need to remember to put it into a better scheduling routine and remind myself that a 30 min shower is better than 30 mins of just laying in bed and just having empty thoughts.

Really, honestly, don’t say things. You don’t know if the person is struggling and this is the thing that sends them over the edge.

Be kind and offer help.

some ppl get so mad when ppl tell them to not be mean to strangers. you see long posts like ‘its not ableist to correct bad hygine’ ok maybe its not. whatever. but its also not your moral obligation to tell someone you barely know how greasy their hair is. like the likelyhood they know is pretty large, you can just say. nothing.

[pleasecallbacksoon]

Tiny poke

Hello.

@criss-crossapplesause

"Hm? Why hello there, tiny child. Are you perhaps lost?"

[katiekatdragon27]

BATTLEBLOCK THEATER FANS MY SIBLING (and I) POSTED THE SECOND CHAPTER OF THEIR FANFIC ON AO333333!!!

Stamper's Stupendously Stressful Story - Chapter 3 - rainbowwolf120 - BattleBlock Theater [Archive of Our Own]

Also, I'm currently in the works designing some of the main characters and how they look. This one in particular is the big scary cat that drags Stamper to the stage. He's one of my current favorites <33

If anyone has any questions about the fic or anything, feel free to ask @rainbow-wolf120 and/or I and we'll answer👍

Have a lovely day ^^

[rubbarband]

Workoholic & Jokcoholic Contin from [X]

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@nijimx

Desmond noticed the focus on his tail, It's something he noticed since he got here. Normally he was free and able to walk around without too much judgement, but now it felt like it was the rich side of town everwhere.

Desmond stood in a way to place his tail behind him.

"I'm just in the image my parents made me out to be, and despite looking different, I wouldn't change a thing about myself...well cept for the scar but that's a moot point. I'm no stranger than your red eyes - we need to work together despite our differences; sides isn't the saying 'weirdos stick together' and all that?" Desmond leaned back against a wall awaiting her response.

[textingtroublesanswers]

No! I'm authorizing myself! You lay back down and go to sleep!

*goes to wardrobe by the door, returning with two matching green onsies, different fruit making up a pattern*

You work too hard too many days in a row, not saying a single thing, until you collapse and pass out from exhaustion! I'm happy to help take some pressure off, guest or not, because God dammit you deserve some rest!

*begins to take Emil out of his current dirty onesie to change his diaper*

-🦖

"Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein! You don't understand! I have a system! I have everything worked out! You can't ruin my systems like this! And... And I can't let you handle the Kinder, they're fragile!" Mikhail is trying to keep him in bed but Ludwig is putting up a fight, trying to slither his way out of Misha's arms.

"I don't work too much! I work the appropriate amount of time based on all the work I have to do!"

[crackedpumpkin]

yall ever wanna bibbity bobbity boo ur way thru life or is it just me

[pommancy]

Mylnar is probably the type that listens to death metal and classical music on his commute to work type of salary man

[handgiven]

have you ever taken a vacation?

workaholic character prompts / @sovereyn

it's been a long time. too long for emmanuel to just slip back into basking in divine light without a a question, or even a shadow of anxiety on his mind. the truth is, he was set on this path a long time ago, and did his best for millenia to follow it, as lonely as it's been -- yet still every so often he was struck with doubt and feelings of inadequacy, ones that he felt in turn only made him worse becaue if he in fact was following adonai's plan perhaps doubting what he was doing and if he was doing enough was doubting the lord? still, he would more readily deal with doubting the lord than he would with not doing a good enough job with those minor sort of miracles that did nothing but bring the least amount of comfort and joy to those who happened to need it at the moment. was that wrong?

his eyes betrayed an internal battle of his mind, even though he wished for nothing more than to be composed and good, coming to face the other, surprise or no. hands fumbling together didn't do a good enough job in disguising the anxiety either, the more so that the other's question sunk its teeth into the very epicenter of his doubt. he was working, always working, but never knew if it was enough. and so he worked more, just to make up for it. (and it never was enough but he would work, still, until he would inevitably collapse and implode, taking a couple days to recharge and then starting anew. did that count as vacation?)

it wasn't a trick question. adonai didn't ask trick questions. so why couldn't the angel shake the feeling that any response he might provide with a smidge of truth to it would get him reproached? "-- a couple of them." that wasn't a lie per se. well, depending on the definition of a vacation. if it were on him to define it, he would be willing to consider a cup of tea just that. "i... i try not to get too distracted," he admitted reluctantly, ingenuous eyes gazing upon the other with thinly-veiled self-doubt. will it all have been enough?

[theamazingannie]

Greatest thing just happened: my sister asked me for show recommendations. My time has finally come

[msbparker]

Nehezen indulok újra a tavaszi szünet után. Mondjuk a "szabadság" alatt többet dolgoztam, mint általában...

[pleasecallbacksoon]

“May I speak to Zane? My father said I’d get mac and cheese if I do.”

— @divinepuppeteerz

"Hm? Oh sure thing! He's in his art studio. Here's a map to find it!"

[mooninagust]

alrdy heard that if the pain gets to much im supposed to go home.. how do i tell them that im staying until it's bad enough they have to call an io io

[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

I love how anytime I try to sit down and write someone has something for me to do.

[ovaabibia-s-fanfics]

It was few hours after one battle and they were preparing for one another. Again. Cody was honestly tired and nervous. If they would do this again, he would bite. That was the feeling he was rulled by. On the other hand, Rex was sleepy. His eyelids were going up and down in steady rythm. Anakin wasn't present as he was on a solo mission.

Obi-wan felt awful. He still wasn't fully recovered from his last injury, he was exhausted and sore. "Alright, that would be all. Get some sleep, both of you. I'll finish it." Told the General. Rex obeyed without questions, he was too sleepy to think about it. Cody looked at him, but didn't question his orders.

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Obi-wan was explaining the plan he made mostly by himself. He was leaning against the wall. Cody didn't pay attention to it as he was absorbed by the strategy. Rex kept watching but did nothing. Obi-wan was finishing the breefing. Last five sentences...his knees buckled and he fell off. "Sir! General are you alright?!" Cody ran to him, heart racing. Blast, he didn't rest! HE IS AFTER AN INJURY AND HE WORKED ALL NIGHT AFTER A HARD BATTLE! AND HE LET HIM- The guilt was making him shiver, the cold sweat running down his spine. He picked up his unconscious general, fastly checking for heartbeat and breathing. Good, they were both present. Rex was also there, panic creeping into concern as he put his hand over Kenobi's forehead. Kenobi was by then laying over Cody's lap, head agains Cody's chest. Cody was tightly holding the poor man. "Cody." Rex tried. "No, it's my fault. IT'S MY FAULT!" "Cody, he needs air. He needs a bit of space." Rex was attempting to be rational. Cody carefuly put him on ground. "We should call Kix... or Threepwood." Told Rex, getting some control over the situation. "Sure." Cody quietly answered. They called Threepwood, as he was nearer. Obi-wan woke up before Threep managed to come. "General, are you alright?" Obi-wan nodded. Threepwood checked him. "He is exhausted. He isn't strong enought to go in active battle. As he doesn't like to be in medical rooms, I advice bed-rest in his room." "That's affirmative." Cody and Threepwood helped Kenobi to get in his room.

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"We should have seen it coming! He blastin' collapsed in front of us!" Cody sounded flustrated and very sad. "Ori'vod, listen here: it happened, it won't happen again." Rex soothed him. "I hope so."