#working overtime

[thatsbelievable]

[cocopudu]

deadlines incoming ‼️📃📤

[crimeandpunishments]

myung-gi, junhee, and reader throuple headcannons in the works

[blondebrainpowered]

Metropolis, 1927

[fortunaestalta]

[z0mb1epuzzy]

this is how i feel writing the way i do as someone who’s asexual….. like i’m subliminally fucking these men but i know that if they were real and ever wanted to actually get freaky with me i’d look at them like

[somerandomg33k]

There was a long bloody war and fight for the eight-hour day. International Worker's Day is there to acknowledge that fight. But in our modern-day times, is eight hours too much for a work day? E. Kerr has an essay on this topic.

Here is my latest YouTube video.

[onlykiwi]

so when are the rest of the cowboy Ashton pictures leaving the drafts

how i feel every time i open my drafts for something and hear "IF YOU DON'T LET THAT LEAVE THE DRAFTS AND REBLOG THAT"

[thegreatwicked]

So, Padawan is getting a third chapter and while I was perusing through my WIPs I felt a spark of inspiration for my Obi-Wan/Jedi Lover/reader insert story aaaannnnndddd.... @rivnedell fuel to the fire!

“No, no. Don’t look at the ground. Look at me.”

How could you ignore that? Was it a command? A request? Impossible to ignore, that’s what it was; that piercing stare could see right through you, leaving nowhere to hide. Slowly you raised your head, looking at him as he’d asked.

"You don’t have to give me compliments, it’s not necessary for the task at hand," you replied, trying to maintain a semblance of control over the situation, but as the slight waver in you voice grew, so did his resolve. He gripped your chin and held you there gently.

"Maybe not," Obi-Wan agreed, "My dear, I may be a simple Jedi and the world outside of this temple may at times be something of mystery to me but I am fairly certain of a few things;”

Without hesitation, he took the lead in your seductive dance, one hand still gently holding your chin, his voice lowered and he brought your other hand upwards, glancing at your fingers as they brushed his, gently, almost intertwining together. It was such an intimate touch that left you tingling.

He brought your lips to his in a gently, sweetly brushing, as soft and any whispered secret. Then he pulled back waiting to see your reaction, but all he could undoubtebly see you the lovestruck wonder in your eyes.

"One: Any man who takes a woman to his bed, no matter their purpose, should always make her feel desired and beautiful in bed." He smirked, as though he were remembering something amusing. "And you, are exquisitely beautiful,” His nose grazed against yours tenderly, eliciting a languid state of arousal between you.

He leaned in closer, pressing another lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away slightly, he had a point to make, "Two," he whispered low and sultry. "In my humble opinion, your pleasure should always come first. A true lover knows how to make a partners body tremble with pleasure, and only then do they earn their own. It should be the greatest achievement as a lover, darling."

Darling. He just called you darling. Of all the stars in the heavens above, you could die right here and now, Obi-Wan Kenobi had called you beautiful, had kissed you and called you darling while insisiting your pleasure was a priority. 

"I know," he whispered, his finger tracing the outline of your lower lip. "I don't need to tell you how stunningly beautiful you are, but I’m going to because beautiful women should be complimented. And I certainly don't have to kiss you, but the way your body responds to my touch is intoxicating, and soft lips like these should be kissed." He leaned in for another kiss, his lips igniting a fire within you. 

“And I know I don’t have to call you any name aside from your own, but your eyes are doing this lovely little shimmer and your cheeks grew pink with a little blush when I called you darling just now and I confess; I’m quite curious what other reactions I might see with other such names.”

The Clone Wars had taken so much from so many, and to think that the killing and destruction hadn’t affected Obi-Wan as surely as it affected you, who healed so many sick and wounded and tended to the dead was just foolish.

You began to think of this pairing, this task, this mission as a hidden blessing. 

Yes, there was no denying it, your purpose here was sex. He was expected to impregnate you, and that was your sole purpose. It could be broken down into a simple procedure; done quickly and without emotion, similar to a routine visit to the Halls of Healing. 

But Obi-wan desired more than that, and the more you thought about it, you did too.

You craved the warmth an comfort that came with anothers body pressed to your own, the rush of pleasure that would course through you all the way down to your toes. He leaned into kiss you again, and this time his kiss was more insistent, a promise of what was to come. You’d forgotten how enjoyable the simple act of kissing was and how it was like pushing a snowball down an embankment, it woud grow and grow. 

"It’s been some time for me as well, but I promise you should not be so blasé about the idea of lovemaking. Because this, what we’re about to do, whether sanctioned by the High Council or not, deserves the respect of finesse and seduction.”

Seduction? As if he hadn’t already seduced you with his mere presence, his words, his opinions. You felt positively dumbstruck.

“You deserve all the pleasure and fulfillment that this act will bring, moreso than I. You’ll be the one carrying and giving birth to our child. So trust me when I say I have few other goals in mind for this quarantine other than to make you tremble” He kissed you again, “and quake,” Another kiss, “Until pleasure racks every inch of your body, and once it’s faded,” His voice dropped to a whisper, one meant only for your ears, “I’ll do it again.”

He pulled back long enough to give you a moment of space for you consideration, trying not to smother you, still gauging your comfort. His lips curlved up into that Kenobi smirk that ahd hearts racing and women and men swooning. 

Obi-wan smirked, his voice low and seductive.

“You wouldn’t deny a man who’s been at war for three years the courtesy of indulging me just a little, would you?”

[bxeckersz]

HOW YALL FEEL ABT INDY GETTING THEY FIRST WINNN??? THEY PUT THAT WORK INNNN !!!!

[pearlkestis]

Guys be honest will I be pushing it if I post 2 more Ian fanarts today

[askthe-newsies]

aww crutchy :(( at least jack is okay, and u can talk to him ?

Well he’s dead asleep right now…But yeah. I’m glad he’s okay and now passed out on some street corner. He kept mumbling Daveys name then my name in his sleep. The little weirdo.

[mypoisonedvine]

ghost oneshot coming today, working on my next series chapter, and I've got a few ideas going for emperor geta (one of which I'd really love to finish over the weekend)

this is me rn fr

[bluesidez]

A treat is coming soon! Hopefully!

[stone-cold-groove]

Ok, boss... you call my wife!

[somerandomg33k]

I have to work less unless I take a second meal period....

So, work has to be compliant with Washington State law. And the company I work for wants to make sure they are. But that means that if I am working ten hours or more, or "....working...." ten hours or more, I have to take a second meal period. It must be at least 30 minutes long. And all meal periods are unpaid, still.

So you know, I have been almost been working as much overtime as I can. Which usually means clocking in for 10 to 11 hours each day. But now, if I am going to be clocking in for 11 hours on a workday, I have to have a meal period for every five hours of work. How the Washington State law is worded, "an employee can not work for five hours or more without a meal period."

That just means for me that I am going to be at work longer if I want to clock in for ten hours or more. Be at work for 13 hours to work 12.

I am not against the law existing. I am all for laws that protect workers. I just wish my meal periods were paid. Or I am paid a lot more. Or that my disabled friends don't have to beg online in order to live.

So for now, because I don't like the idea of having a second meal period, again only it is not paid, I am going to work just 9 hours and 55 minutes, mostly less. This could mean that I have more evenings I can do a late-night short Twitch stream. Because if I stick to only one meal period during the workday, that might mean a little bit less take-home pay for weeks I don't work Saturday. Got to make up the money somehow. And it has been months since I got my Twitch payout.