#I mean they are kissing

[schlushiii]

Is it better with or without explanation…?

Anyway. The sillies!! They are so silly.

[sticksandsharks]

I made sticker sheets for base camp and the windward plains featuring my favorite big and little guys.

[set-wingedwarrior]

I haven't watched the episode, didn't even know there were new episodes releasing these days, then a celebratory clip appears on my feed and this was literally my reaction

[just-a-joey]

Silly post forsaken comic in celebration of almost finishing all my assignments/exams :)

[chrysophoraa]

From the bottom of my heart i know, I'm satanized

[livsmessydoodles]

im back in the fucking building again

[incredubious]

MODERN AU ACESAN !!!! first impressions with a guy who barely passes the No Shoes No Shirt No Service rule

[waveoftheocean]

they should kiss but unfortunately i'm not very good at drawing kisses (yet 👀) so you get this instead

[anbaisai]

mermay means the perfect opportunity for me to expand upon the mayu secret third leech sibling au from a while back (why is this becoming a real AU)

[hansoeii]

when 2022 me thought it would be fun to draw stede with a beard and a silly little curled up mustache and start calling him steard for the fun of it

AND NOW IT'S REAL

THEY DID IT

MY CREATION.

IT IS REAL. HOLY FUCK

[apllecrash]

Dreams of you all the time Feels so good when we're together, love

[keferon]

More Portal AU angst and moral dilemmas~

The concept was slowly eating through my brain for quite some time now:) Just think about it. Prowl loves Jazz but he also recognises that making Jazz into an immortal machine would involve killing Jazz and replacing him with authentic copy.

While the absence of morality core deprives Prowl of the concept of actually caring for people and replaces it with the “How the person makes me feel and what they do for me”. Usual Prowl wants to have Jazz with him while Evil Prowl wants to keep “experiencing” having Jazz with him.

[morganbritton132]

Steve randomly dropping in conversation that Jonathan is the nicest guy he’s ever kissed and now Eddie is going to commit freak on freak violence because what do you mean Jonathan got to kiss Steve Harrington????? Why does he look so miserable all the time if he got to kiss Steve Harrington??!

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

i cant get them out of my head

[blackkatdraws2]

[Achromatic Loop] relationship status

For the new followers: The older gentleman is Grey, and the one clinging onto him is Stanley. He's a supervisor to Stanley in a game-like world where human lives are treated as entertainment, and they used to hate each others guts. Then the old man yaoi happened!!!!

There's more of them on my account, just search. They used to be a TSP AU before turning into OCs.

[inkskinned]

it took me 964 applications. i've been counting, but not well. i don't always add every quick-apply to the spreadsheet. this one was five rounds of interviews. saying my elevator pitch like a parrot, peppy and happy. for a long time, i didn't hear anything from them. i thought it was the same as always - they say where did we find you, seem excited, then ghost me. i had sent three follow-up emails hi, just checking in! excited for this opportunity!

i have a master's degree and over 10 years of work in the industry. i've worked 5 jobs at once. i have worked hard and i tried hard my entire life, no matter how burnt out i got or whatever else happened to me. i am the representation of the american dream.

but i'm not a good fit for an entry-level job, i guess, so i get told a lot we just don't think you're be happy. but they fill other positions internally, instead saying - well, there was another candidate who had 6 more days of experience. if i'm lucky, i get this sad little email back from the recruiter, all saying the same thing: we liked you, but we went with another option, good luck job hunting. that is - if i'm lucky, and they even communicate at all with me.

what a waste of fucking time. i've been counting interviews - i am a fucking master total of 42 fucking hours. can you fucking believe. i would have made rent if they'd fucking paid me.

and now nobody does remote, even though this is a job that for the last five years has been remote-completely. now they are paying 14 an hour for a job that used to be 33.50. now they are saying we are looking for rockstars and mean we don't give you health insurance. "we need someone motivated and a little crazy" translates to you will have one day of PTO annually. every job board filled with the same AI-generated bullshit of "our values/join our family/Make Waves With Us". they need to be constantly growing. who knows if they're genuinely hiring.

sometimes i want to write did you know i saved a life once into the cover letter. sometimes i want to put a little secret in there, a little short story about how when i was a kid i used to dream of speaking to my plants. i have the same six conversations with people and answer the same eight questions. sometimes at the end they'll throw something in there that's completely irrelevant. what is my go-to belting song (and yes, they say, there is a wrong answer). what animal would i turn into. what's the most reactive element i've had direct contact with. do i know how to lift an elephant.

964 feels like a nice number, somehow round and pleasing. sometimes i have nightmares where the spreadsheet grows arms and strangles me to death. i saw an old friend in one of these recently; he said the earth will end and you'll still be applying until you run out of breath. 964 is a lot of time to spend filling out an application on a site that doesn't load properly and just steals my information.

one time in desperation i applied for a supermarket position. just anything to make the ends meet, good lord, i'd take anything. i was rejected from it. i'm not, like, proud. i'd take anything so i can afford to live again. and meanwhile, god! our fucking president!

i can't think about it without shaking. i had to beg for help. i paid my own way through college - i have been working (under the table) since i was 12.

nine hundred and sixty-four. and finally! something! and here's the fucking thing: i had to turn it down because it's in your city. how pathetic to think that 2 months ago, i would have agreed to move out to DC, my hands in your hair. my life splashed on your sheets. how pathetic that 2 months ago, you said you wanted me. 964 fucking jobs later, and how pathetic! i can't say yes because my life is entirely different. holy shit.

it's just hell. because god fucking protect you if you have a breakup or a mental breakdown or health issues or need your meds. you can try for a year and still hear fucking nothing from the job market. i have no idea how many times i've said i give up and i still fucking kept doing it. every moment like sandpaper against a raw wound. lowering and lowering my expectations. watching my savings dwindle to nothing. thank you for submitting your application!

back into the frying pan. over and over again.