#hope this is okay too!

[wastheheart-arc]

Soft Angst Prompts

@sacrialege (laurent) asked: “ i broke my promise to you once. i’ll never do it again. ” (thank you!)

She visibly winces at his words, the memory of Charles apologising and promising similar things lingering at the forefront of her mind. It takes Esme her entirety to trust, but once awarded, people have it forever.

She averts her eyes from Laurent, gazing into the woods behind him almost as if expecting this to be a trap. Charles would apologise only to backhand her mere hours later, what was stopping Laurent?

"Good, because my coven won't let you do it again, either," she states plainly, her focus finding his eyes once more. "Is that understood?"

[suiheisen]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[abandoned-quiche]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BTW. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR HATE FOR THEM ON MY POST

[chipthekeeper]

Rebellions are built on hope.

[milkamel]

I don't think this guy is good at handling any kind of affection let's be real 🙏

[egophiliac]

looking at next month's schedule and between the end of 7-12 and the wishing lantern event it's like

February is officially RIDDLE MONTH, brace yourselves to be absolutely blasted into ashes everybody

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[soulmvtes]

sunday nights are for reflecting on your entire life and the fragile state of your present moment and what the future may look like

[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.

[lizardsmp3]

shh… let them sleep in just a little longer

[hinamie]

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[wastheheart-arc]

40 Random Questions

@merveiilles (mike) asked: "do you need something?" (thank you!)

The library isn't really a place Esme ventures too often. With Carlisle being as old as he is, Esme often finds what she needs in his vast collections of medical books and journals, aided only with the introduction and ever expanding presence of the internet.

She glances up at Mike, his face familiar but not able to pinpoint exactly why. Still, he seems friendly enough. "Uh, yeah... do you have a mental health section?" she asks, her laptop bag hooked over her shoulder and supported by fingers curling underneath the bottom of the bag itself. "Sorry, I don't come by too often."

[thirdtimed]

beautiful grianful world.. links to all the artists' profiles under the cut :D

linktoo-doodles

jellitchi

avo0930

alienssstufff

cherrifire

grianhate

luniise

tibbycaps

skimmeh

pippeinnit

i linked everyones tumblrs if they had one, otherwise it leads to twitter!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby went into the pit and made a FNAF friend..

[milkamel]

Hey guys does anyone want more freaksage? Found a new brush on accident it's so enjoyable to doodle with omg

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?