#and i've been up for 16 hours so i should relax

[webheadedhero]

I don’t wanna sleep but my brain says: you got three hours of sleep tough shit.

[mrsparrasblog]

Mission save the human race pt.5

PT.4

Simon ignored you most of the time after your passionate encounter, making you feel like shit with only him and a 16-hour asleep Johnny in the house. You felt alone. You used your remaining free time when you weren't caring for Johnny, who got flirtier with every minute, with gardening, harvesting all sorts of vegetables and fruits, and now you started to harvest them when suddenly a big pair of hands gripped you and picked you up.

"I missed you much, babe." Kyle smiled at you and kissed you impulsively; the other men just watched him with a jealous expression. You and Kyle were different; he was in the same age range as you; he was caring; and he was the prettiest boy on earth even before the apocalypse.

And he treated you like a girlfriend, always kissing you goodbye, calling you babe, and looking at you with these gorgeous eyes of his. It felt like you two were in a relationship, and you kind of liked it.

After mending some of the boy's wounds, you went to the kitchen to prepare some fruit compote for them. You needed to ask them if they could maybe help you grow your house and maybe get some chickens and cows; this would be helpful and cute.

"Smells delicious, babe," he said, pulling his arms around your waist and leaning his chin against your shoulder.

"You think so."

"Mhm"

"How was the mission, Kyle?"

"It was bad; Cap almost got bitten."

"Oh fuck"

"And then there is still not a word from Ale and Rudy; they should have been back a long time ago."

"They will come back."

"Im afraid if they won't, we had a few people more, but everyone is always dying."

"You're safe at home; okay, you're safe and with me." You tried to get him to think about something else, something good. And being with you was good.

Gaz's arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he buries his face in your neck. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Coming home to you is the best part of any mission," he admitted, looking at you like a lost puppy.

"Having you back is always the best part of my day too, love."

Gaz tightened his grip on you, his eyes softening once more. "You're my sunshine in the dark, babe. Never forget that; you bring us hope and a home; you're so much stronger than us," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "Now, come on, let's go relax."

You moaned softly as he kissed your neck, wanting more for him. You hadn't had sex after your night with Simon, and it showed.

Gaz's eyes sparkled with desire at the soft moan, his grip tightening ever so slightly on you. "Relax? Or are you thinking of something else, babe?" He asked you with a boyish grin.

"Maybe," you admitted, trailing down his clothed, rock-hard abs.

Gaz smirked, his hand trailing down to cup your perfect ass, feeling the heat that emanated from your body. "Well, since you're in such a playful mood, how about I show you just how much I've missed you?"

He pulled you up on the kitchen counter. He couldn't help but admire your body, with every curve and dip calling to him. With a growl, he pushed himself against you, his hard length grinding against your core through your clothes.

"Such a needy boy for me."

A low chuckle escaped his throat at your teasing words. "Well, when you look this fucking good, it's hard not to be, isn't it?"

You caressed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss, capturing his pretty face inside your soft palms. He got the full girlfriend treatment, and you enjoyed treating him this way.

Gaz moaned into the kiss, his lips parting to allow your tongue access to his mouth. His free hand reached around to grab at your ass, pulling you even tighter against him.

"Mhm, so needy for my ass."

Gaz pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning into yours. "I'm going to take you right here, on this countertop," he growled huskily. "You're going to be so fucking tight around my cock."

"Mhm, but were you a good boy to deserve this?" You asked him in a teasing manner.

Gaz's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. "Oh, I've been a very good boy. I've been thinking about this moment all day." He reached down to undo his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. He was beautiful; he was so long—almost too long—and so pretty curved; he didn't have thick veins but softer, smaller ones; his cock had the same color as his skin, but his tip was delicious pink. It must have been the most beautiful cock you have ever seen in your life, and your mouth watered at the sight.

You traced your fingers around his slit, taking in his precum and licking it from your fingers. It was salty but still delicious. "A good boy would be more patient."

Gaz watched you play with his precum, his breathing growing heavier. His grip on your ass tightened as he held you close to him. "Patient? You're playing with my fucking cock, babe. What do you expect me to do? Be patient?" He groaned, annoyed at you.

"Yes, Kyle, be patient. You need to deserve my cunt first." You laughed at him, enjoying being the dominant part for once.

Gaz groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he tried to maintain control. "Okay, fuck it. I want you so bad, love. Please, let me taste you. Let me show you just how good I can make you feel."

"Already begging?"

Gaz's eyes locked onto yours, his desire evident in every twitch of his muscles. "You have no idea how much I want you, babe," he said, his voice thick with need. "I've been going insane without you. Please, let me taste your sweet cunt."

You couldn't say no to that beautiful face of his; it should be forbidden to look like that, to look so perfect, so you removed your panties, leaving your blue summer dress on. You threw your panties in his face while giggling.

His eyes widened in surprise as you threw your panties at him, but his cock twitched with anticipation. "Fucking hell, Babe," he growled, grabbing the delicate fabric and bringing it to his nose. "You smell so fucking good."

"Do I now?" you asked cheekily.

His hands traveled up your thighs, fingers teasing the edge of your dress as he spoke. "Like pure fucking heaven," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "I can't wait to get inside you."

"Not now, patient baby boy. First, lick me."

Gaz's eyes flashed with desire as you ordered him to lick you. Without hesitation, he pushed your dress up, revealing your wet pussy to him. His tongue darted out, tasting your sweet nectar for the first time. "Fuck," he whimpered.

"Mhm, do you like it when I call you Baby Boy?" you ask while pushing his face deeper inside your throbbing core.

"God, yes," he groaned, his tongue lapping up more of your juices. "I love it when you call me that." Gaz's hands found their way underneath your dress, massaging your ass cheeks as he continued to feast on your pussy.

"Mhm, you're such a good boy for me." You praised him, and it did wonders for him.

His tongue swirled around your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Mmm, I'll be whatever you want me to be," he growled against your pussy. "Just keep calling me that."

"What a good boy?"

His tongue flicked against your clit faster, his fingers digging deeper into your ass. "Yes, a good boy," he moaned, his voice muffled by your wetness. "I'll be the best fucking boy you've ever had."

You grinded harder against his perfect face, always pulling his short hair to show him you were the one in control.

Gaz let out a low groan as you grind against his face, the taste of your pussy on his tongue driving him wild. He loved how you pulled his hair, showing him who was in control. His fingers dug deeper into your ass cheeks, encouraging you to ride his face harder.

"Mhm, God Gaz."

"You like that, babe?" He murmured against your pussy, his tongue working overtime to drive you wild. "You're so fucking sexy riding my face like that. I could come just from this." You couldn't believe the effect you had on him.

"Be a good boy and cum."

His fingers found your sweet spot, and he thrust them in and out of you while continuing to eat you out. With his remaining hand, he started to rub his dick.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Do you want it on your cunt or all over your ass?"

"You can cum on my pussy." You wanted it inside, but you didn't want him to get this satisfaction.

"God fucking damn," he growled, and without further warning, he erupted onto your pussy. His hips bucked wildly as he came, his cock twitching with every pulse of hot cum. It felt so good and warm around you.

"Lick It Clean," you demanded. You had never done this before, but you felt so powerful right now.

Gaz lapped up every drop of your juices and his cum, cleaning you up meticulously. His tongue traced the inside of your pussy lips, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely yours. "Mmm," he hummed in contentment.

"Mhm, fuck, you're such a good boy," you whined as he lapped on your clit

"I'm always a good boy for you, babe," he purred, nuzzling his face against your throbbing nub. His tongue swirled around it, teasing and tormenting with just the right amount of pressure. "You know I love making you feel good."

"Mhm, please make me cum, baby."

I'll make you cum; don't worry about that," he promised, licking and sucking on your clit like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

"Gaz, im going to - fuck," you moaned as you pushed his face into your pleading core.

Gaz groaned in pleasure as he felt your orgasm wash over him. Your juices coated his tongue, and he lapped them up greedily, savoring the taste of you. As you came down from your high, he pulled back to look at you, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Thank you, Gaz, you've been very good." You caressed his pretty face. "You get a reward."

"I always like my rewards, babe," he grinned. He kissed your inner thigh, trailing his tongue up to the delicate skin between your legs. "I think I'll take another taste of you."

"God, you're so eager to please, but I thought more of you could fuck me when you want, even in the ass." You knew that's what he wanted; he looked too often at it, stroking it with his finger by accident. And who were you to deny him this wish?

Gaz chuckled at your bold request. "I'm always eager to please you, babe," he purred, his hands gently guiding your legs apart once more. "And I promise, I will fuck you in the ass, but first, let me taste you some more."

He grinned wickedly as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive flesh of your pussy lips. He teased you for a moment before finally pressing his tongue against your clit, sucking gently as he began to lap at your juices once more.

"Oh God"

Gaz hummed in approval as he continued to please you, his tongue dancing around your clit while his fingers teased the entrance of your tight little hole. He moaned softly against your sensitive flesh, savoring the taste of you. "That's it, babe." He began to pump his fingers in and out of your tight little hole, massaging that sweet spot inside you that made you clench around his fingers. His tongue never stopped lapping at your clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Fuck, "Im going to cum again, baby."

"Cum for me, babe," Gaz purred, his fingers pumping faster inside you as he sucked harder on your clit. He could feel the walls of your tight little hole quivering around his fingers, preparing to release another wave of pleasure.

Gaz moaned loudly as he felt your body shudder and convulse around his fingers, your juices spurting onto his face. He didn't stop, though, continuing to lap at your clit and finger-fuck you until he was sure you'd had enough.

"Thank you, Gaz; you've been so good to me."

"Always, babe. You know I'll do anything for you." He leaned up to kiss you gently on the lips before pulling his fingers out of your tight little hole. "Come here,"

You saw a big, dark shadow. "I think Simon saw us."

Gaz looked over his shoulder to see Simon watching them with a smirk on his face. He chuckled softly and shook his head before turning back to you. "Well, if he wants a piece of the action, he's more than welcome." But you were still mad at Simon for ignoring you after your sex; he only used you as a cumdump. Well, at least that's what you thought.

"Maybe another time, but I want only you right now, Baby Boy."

"As you wish, babe, I'll make sure it's just me and you." He pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling him as he pressed his throbbing cock against your entrance.

"Are you ready for this?"

"You want me to ride you?"

I think I'd like that, babe." Gaz smiled at you, his eyes dark with desire. He couldn't wait to feel your sweet pussy clenching around his cock as you rode him.

Gaz groaned softly as you slowly grinded on him, pushing his cock deeper inside of you with each movement. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding onto you as he felt your warmth enveloping him. "Fuck, that feels good."

You stood still, chuckling softly, knowing you were in control. You wouldn't move until he was a whimpering mess for you.

Gaz raised an eyebrow at you, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Are you going to make me beg for it?" He asked teasingly. "Because I don't mind doing that."

"Of course, you don't mind," you replied teasingly.

Gaz lowered his head, his eyes never leaving yours, as he began to plead with you. "Please, babe, I need you to ride me. I can't take much more of this torture." His voice was thick with desire, betraying the vulnerability he tried so hard to hide.

So you slowly started to ride him enough to make him feel something, but not enough to reach his high.

Gaz let out a deep, guttural moan as you began to ride him, his cock throbbing inside of you. He could tell you were holding back just enough to keep him on the edge, it drove him crazy. "Babe, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. "I need you to ride me harder. I'm about to lose it." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to move faster.

You pressed the bulge inside your stomach, where his dick rested, chuckling softly as you began to make small circles with your hip.

Gaz's head fell back with a groan as you teased him, his hips bucking up involuntarily against yours. "Fuck, babe," he panted. "You're killing me." His cock twitched inside of you, desperate for release. "Please," he whined.

"You're so impatient, baby."

"I can't help it, babe," he whispered hoarsely. "You're so fucking tight and wet. It feels amazing inside of you." His eyes were filled with lust as he watched your body move on top of him. "Please, babe,"

You moved a bit faster for barely a minute until you felt him twitching inside of you.

Gaz let out a long, low moan as you picked up the pace. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down onto him with each thrust. "Fuck, yes," he groaned. "That's it, babe. Ride me hard."

As you realized he would cum soon, you stopped and began to only circle your hips again.

"What are you doing, babe?" He growled, his voice full of frustration. "I need you to fucking move." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to pick up the pace again. "Please,"

"Patient Baby, we need to see if you deserve to cum first." You said you were almost losing your patience at seeing the prettiest boy in the world begging for you to fuck him.

"I'll do anything, babe," he promised desperately. "Just let me cum." His cock throbbed inside of you, his balls aching with need. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, willing you to give in to him. "Please,"

"You're so sweet when you beg, you know that."

Gaz smiled up at you, his eyes filled with adoration. "I'll be whatever you want me to be," he whispered. "Just let me cum inside of you." His hips bucked up against yours as he tried to force himself deeper into your tight pussy.

Gaz's head fell back with a loud moan as you started to ride him hard again. His cock throbbed inside of you, close to the edge. "Fuck, babe," he gasped. "You're going to make me cum." Dumb words, Gaz, you thought.

Gaz looked up at you with a mix of frustration and lust. "Babe," he panted, his voice filled with desperation. "I need to cum. Please let me cum." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to keep going.

"Be a good boy and take it, okay? If you take it good, I'll let you cum."

Gaz looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire and need. "I'll be good," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take it however you want me to." His cock twitched inside of you, aching for release.

"Only cum when I allow you to."

Gaz nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on yours. "I won't come without your permission," he promised. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he drove his cock deeper into your pussy.

His cock throbbed inside of you, his balls tightening up in anticipation. "Mommy, please, "he panted, his voice filled with desperation. "Please let me cum.

That was new even for you, but you liked it. Did you just call me Mommy?"

Gaz looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and need. "Yes, Mommy," he panted, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't help it. You make me so hot." His cock throbbed inside of you, aching for release.

"Shh, you're such a good boy. You're so patient for me. Just a minute, okay?"

Gaz nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on yours. "Yes, babe," he panted, his voice shaking with desire. "I'll be patient for you."

He reached up to cup your breasts through your dress, massaging them gently as he continued to thrust into you. He started to whimper, and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard before.

"You can cum, baby."

Gaz's eyes rolled back in his head as he hit his release. "Oh fuck, Mommy!" he cried out, losing control. His cock erupted inside of you, filling you with hot cum. He moaned loudly, his body shaking as he came.

"I told you to be patient; it's worth it."

Gaz panted heavily as he came down from his intense orgasm, his cock still twitching inside of you. "That was amazing," he breathed out, looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "You're incredible, babe."

But you still hadn't done enough, and he deserved a reward after all, so you got on all of your fours and presented your round ass to him.

Kyle's eyes widened as you presented yourself to him, his cock twitching at the sight of your exposed ass. He growled while positioning himself behind you.

"Just be gentle." I never had something big like you in it."

Gaz smirked as he rubbed the head of his cock against your tight little ass, using his precum and your wetness as lube. "I'll be as gentle as I can, babe," he promised, slowly pushing his way inside of you.

"Fuck Gaz its too big," you whine as he spreads you in half.

Gaz grunted as he pushed deeper into your tight ass, feeling the walls stretching around him. He took it slow at first, savoring the sensation of being inside of you for the first time. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, starting to pick up speed. "Rub yourself, babe; it won't hurt so much then."

Gaz moaned as you rubbed yourself, the extra stimulation making it easier for him to thrust deeper into your ass. "Oh fuck, that's it," he groaned, picking up speed even more. "Fuck babe," Gaz growled as he pounded into your ass with reckless abandon.

He could feel his end approaching quickly, and the thought of filling your tight little hole with his cum sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm going to cum, babe,"

"It's okay, cum inside me, love."

Gaz roars as he finally reaches his climax, filling your tight little ass with his hot, thick cum. His muscles tense as he rides out the last few thrusts before finally pulling out and collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"That was intense," you said, smiling at him.

"That it is, babe," Gaz panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He reached over to grab a tissue from the nightstand and wiped up some of the cum that had leaked out of your ass. "You did great," he said with a grin.

"I think I won't be able to  walk tomorrow."

"Oh really?" Gaz teased you, running his fingers through your hair playfully. "That means you'll be stuck here with me all day tomorrow, won't you?" He winked at you, knowing full well how much you enjoyed spending time with him.

"Maybe Johnny will sneak in and just steal me away from you."

"Oh, he'll try," Gaz said with a smirk. "But I've got my eye on him. If he thinks he can take you away from me, he's got another thing coming than one single bullet." He pulled you even closer, his strong arms wrapping around your body protectively.

"You're so possessive of me already."

"I can't help it, babe," he replied, kissing your neck softly. "You're mine, and I don't plan on letting anyone take you away from me." He held you tighter, his gaze never leaving yours as he whispered, "Not Cap, Simon, Rudy, Alejandro, Alex, and not even Johnny."

Well, this is how it must feel to have a good boyfriend, you thought before you slowly drifted to sleep.

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Mini Fanfic #1111: Cuddling Hedgehogs (Sonic)

11:16 a.m. at Amy's House's Living Room.......

TV: Oh Sasuke~ Just come back home soon, will ya?

Amy: (Cuddling Under a Blanket With Sonic While Sitting on the Sofa Together, Rolling her Eyes) Who wanna bet he he'll be gone for a month this time?

Sonic: I'll him two to three months tops.

Amy: (Turns to her Boyfriend) Oh come on, who would be that cruel and crazy enough to leave for THAT long? ('Sigh') Then again this is Sasuke we're talking about, so its possible.....

Sonic: Yep. That Sakura chick could've done a lot better honestly.

Amy: Right!? She has so many options and yet she chose to marry SASUKE of that people?

Sonic: (Shrugs) The guy been having good looks since his academy years.

Amy: (Starts Pouting) Good looks doesn't mean jack-squat when you go out betraying everyone you know in the village and try murdering your teammates more than once!

Sonic: (Speaks in a Sarcastic Tone) But Amy, Sasuke was their dear friend and teammate! And he's been through soooo much trauma too.

Amy: AND!? Naruto has been wrongfully hated by the entire Leaf Village ever since he was little boy, but you don't see him going around joining the Akatsuki to destroy it! That jerk should be lucky Naruto care enough not to put him behind bars for the rest of his dumb life.....

Sonic: Or have him exiled altogether. But yeah, Sakura should've married someone else. Like, Lee for example.

Amy: Oh my god, YESSSS! I don't care how bushy his brows are, Lee is such sweetheart and hard worker. (Looks Up at Sonic With a Smile on her Face) Kinda like you in a way.

Sonic: Seriously?

Amy: (Happily Snuggles onto Sonic) Yes, seriously!~ I mean, besides you being more lazy in comparison-

Sonic: Hey, I can be just as hard working as he can thank you!

Amy: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Yeah, when laying around napping and eating chili dogs all day aren't involved.

Sonic: Taking naps are essential for having a relaxing day and don't you dare insult the exquisite masterpiece that are chili dogs

Amy: How are hot dogs covered in chili exquisite in any capacity?

Sonic: They looks and taste good obviously. And they're the town's favorite, so there! (Crosses his Arms With a Satisfied Smirk on his Face)

Amy: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Anyways, while you can be such a lazy hog at times....(Smiles Softly) You're just as sweet and helpful as Brushy Brown was. And it's all the more reason why I've fallen over heels for you~ (Kiss Sonic on the Cheek)

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing a Little) Well, I'm glad I'm able to live up to the expectations with the handsome devil himself!~ (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Speaking of which, you I would look good in that green suit of his or....nah?

Amy: I think so. (Starts Smirking Seductively) Not sure if you know this by now, but I just so happen to be fond of men in uniforms~

Sonic: (Smirks Back) Really now?~ Are you also fond of men giving you kisses all day long?~

Amy: (Giggles Softly) Yes please~

The couple leans forward to kiss one another on the lips, until the sudden sound of a ring tone startled them both.

'Follow me inside! Outside! Through the Stratosphere!~'

Amy: (Sighs Heavily While Pinching the Bridge of her Nose) Great........The meetings about to start.....

Sonic: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Meeting?

Amy: Remember that whole Resistance group me, Knuckles, and the others form a long while ago? Well, since then, we've been attending their meetings for some time, discussing how we keep the city safe from Eggman and other word level threats and most of which lasted for way too long that it makes me want to die!

Sonic: How long are we talking exactly?

Amy: Three to four hours. Five, whenever a heated debate starts. And the meeting is supposed be every Mondays and Wednesdays. What day is it today?

Sonic: Uh....Tuesday?

Amy: Exactly. So, tell me why we're having another today when we JUST had one last night!?

Sonic: Last night, huh? So that explains the bags under your eyes......

Amy: Yeah, hated how noticeable it is. ('Sigh') But there's really not much I can do right now, but to ao and-

Sonic: (Already on Amy's Phone) Wassup, Wassup! Sonic's the name, speed my game! And you've reached the house of the cute and awesome Amy Rose, who is not available at the moment. So please, be cool and leave her a message after the beep, will ya?

Knuckles: (On the Other Line) Sonic, what the hell are you-

Sonic: BEEEEEP BYE! (Quickly Ends the Call Before Letting Out a Relived Sigh) ('Phew') (Makes to Finger Guns With a Smirk on his Face) Piece of cake.

Amy: (Surprised by What Just Happened) Sonic, what did you just do!?

Sonic: Saved you from wasting three to five hours on another meeting. Now you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing and watching TV with yours truly.

Amy: You did all this for me?

Sonic: (Smiles Brightly) Of course! Now, i know it wasn't professional of me to up amd lie to them like that, i couldn't have my own girlfriend getting tired over some boring city meeting- (Immediately Gets Hug Tackled by his Girlfriend) -Oof!

Amy: (Happily Snuggles onto her Boyfriend) Ohh my sweet, darling, Sonic, I'll never forget this!~ Thank you so much!~ But you do realize Knuckles is gonna eventually kill the both of us, right?

Sonic: (Shrugs) Eh. We can deal with Knucklehead some other time. (Gives Amy a Seductive Smirk of his Own) In the meantime, don'tcha think we've got some unfinished business to start on right now?~ With only to the two of us can handle~

Amy: (Smirks Back) Come to Momma Rose~

The couple continues their cuddle session by snuggling and kissing one another on the kiss. For a moment it was a start of a very relaxing day for the both of them. That is until it came into screeching halt with a loud knocking sound.

'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'

Knuckles: (Outside on the Doorway) SONIC! AMY! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!

Sonic: Or we can deal with him now apparently......

Amy: ('Sighs in Defeat') So much for our free time.....

Knuckles: QUIT MESSING AROUND AND OPEN THIS DOOR NOOOOOOOW!!!

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[caxycreations]

Nowhere Else to Put This

WARNING: VENT, STRONG LANGUAGE

I don't know where to start or where to end

so fuck it

just

gonna go.

I have no job. I've tried, before, several times. Worked at a cotton gin when I was 16, got fired 3 hours in because my supervisor kept telling me to sit down and watch how to do the work, and the manager kept coming by RIGHT as I was sitting back watching. So I got fired 3hrs in for "not doing anything besides watching a man four times my age do ten times my work".

Worked at a burger stand after that, lost that job when they closed down a week later. Unemployed for years after that, then mom talked to her boss and managed to get me a job working in-home care, specifically for my grandmother, who was a client of the company. That was great. $11.50 an hour to keep my grandmas place clean, hang out and chat with her, and run errands? I was already doing that, so all that changed was that now I got paid for it.

Eventually snagged a second job, remodel work for the local walmart, and wound up quitting because it felt so fucking pointless. Two of the managers insisted that the local workers could be dropped because this walmart was so small they could do the work with a third of the team in half the time, and made sure to remind the local workers (aka me, mom, my cousin, and my friend, along with 6-7 others out of the 30-man team) that we were completely expendable, and entirely unwanted.

So I quit that job, focused entirely on the in-home care job for a while longer.

And then I moved. Stupid, idiotic, worthless idea. I moved away to live with my boyfriend in Oklahoma, who promptly dumped me two goddamn weeks after I moved, revealing he only wanted me out there to "save me from that dead-end town", and he had actually been thinking of breaking up with me for a month or more, but wanted to "save me" first.

I wind up there for six months, applying everywhere I can, trapped in his house because nobody will hire me and I can't leave on my own because my anxiety prevents me from driving. Finally, my Dad saves the day, finding out what happened and driving for a day solid to get there and bring me back home.

And I still couldn't land a job. A town where everyone knew me, everyone knew my dad, his word could get ANYONE a job there

Anyone but me. Because everyone heard about the gin situation, and saw me as lazy, all because one person several years ago told me to sit down and watch, and another person misread the situation, and the first never stood up for me.

Now I live with Mom. I'm 25, I've lived on my own multiple times in the past, and moved away once before, and I still wound up back here.

I have problems. I have undiagnosed autism (literally proven, tested and proven, but I pissed off the guy who handled my test and he said he would not diagnose "such a smart-mouthed kid" (context: he wanted me to make a story using random bits and bobs from a plastic bag, and I got frustrated after the sixth time of explaining to him that being put on the spot was making it impossible)

I have diagnosed anxiety (been on anti-depressants, relaxants, and even had a doctor outright TELL me that I should get a support animal to help manage it)

There are things I absolutely can not do on my own. I can't drive. I can't deal with the general public in person. I can't even manage to say hi to a stranger.

And it fucking HURTS.

I need to see a dentist, I need to see a doctor, I need to be re-tested for autism by someone who actually fucking cares so I can get that diagnosis on paper instead of people looking at me like an asshole for saying I'm autistic without documentation.

And the only person who can help me do so is my mom, who consistently neglects both myself AND my little brother, because she can't be bothered to deal with any kind of inconvenience to her desire to sit in bed all day and play Spades on her phone, or to go mow the lawn for the 400th time this week just so she can tell us to do everything because "i've been outside all day".

I try to do what I can, I try to earn what I can. But it doesn't fucking work. I try to stream, and so many people say "oh advertise more, you'll be seen by more people" but that's bullshit. I'm lucky to get one new follower in six months. I've got an internet following 700-people strong across all my platforms, and over 100 of them on my Twitch, and I still struggle to get so much as 6 people viewing on a stream at any given time.

But twitch isn't everything, I also do art commissions, writing commissions, and once-upon-a-time did VRChat Avatar commissions!

I stopped doing Art comms because I'd charge $30 for the same thing others were charging $70-$100 for, and I barely got any interest, and the interest I did get, people would ask me for so much more than I was capable of. So I dropped it to just headshots. Five bucks or less depending on the quality asked of me, and it STILL doesn't get me anything.

Writing comms? I've gotten ONE writing comm request in the 7 years I've been offering them, and you wanna know what it was? Some fuckin weirdo asking for, of all things, an NSFW PAW PATROL FIC. I'm sorry, my moral compass might be grey half the time but even on my most morally defunct day I wouldn't write that for any amount of money.

avatar comms? I was actually half good at! Got a few people ordering from me, and it was good money cause I could land $60-$70 comms that took like 2-3 days to do. But then I lost access to the popular model, and people stopped wanting the work, and the few that still did wanted me to do things with models I physically could not do. One client had an asymmetrically patterned oc and INSISTED on using the Terris Wolf, which btw, is LOCKED as a symmetrical texture. The texture wrap is literally just one half of the model, mirrored onto the other half, and the only way to fix that would be to fully unwrap the model in Blender and make a whole new custom texture, WHICH I CAN'T DO because every time I open Blender I get an actual physical headache looking at it. So I stopped because people kept asking me for things I couldn't do, even things that were in my ToS as "Cannot/Will Not Do".

I have no work. I have no income besides the pathetic $50-$60 I make every 3-4 months from streaming.

And when I vent about this, so many people say "I wish I could help you, but I'm going through so-and-so"

I don't want a handout! I accept tips and donations sure, but it's because I can't fucking afford to turn them down! Do you think if I had any reasonable income I'd be asking people to give me money for nothing besides the goodwill of helping me? NO! Because I don't want to be a charity case!

I have a very, VERY capable mind, and very capable hands, and a willingness to learn whatever skill or skills I need to in order to do a job. The problem is I can't work public jobs, I need something that doesn't require driving, and all the work-from-home stuff is either "work hard and one day you might make minimum wage if you're lucky!" or "requires X years experience, bachelor's or greater degree in X field, and must hold X certification"

There are "entry-level" DATA ENTRY jobs that demand certifications! Can you believe that??? Certified, for what? Pushing fuckin buttons? Data entry isn't that fuckin complicated.

I just

I want to earn income.

I hate being given something for nothing. I hate feeling like I owe people, or like the only reason I have something is because someone else decided I was worth it.

I'm worth it to me, I want to buy myself things, I want to be able to afford replacements and repairs when things break or wear down, I want to be able to pay for my own groceries, I want to be able to buy my own clothes, and I want to earn the money used to do so.

I hate feeling so fucking useless, so hopeless. I've spent YEARS improving the few marketable skills I do have, and it's led to a state of living where I can't even afford to buy groceries without asking my boyfriend to pay for them, and I fucking hate it. It's not his responsibility to provide for me, it's mine, and I'm tired of relying on everyone around me for the most basic shit.

Sorry to spill this here. Nowhere else fucking cares and the people I normally vent to have heard this all before and I don't want to bother them with it.

[pokenimagines]

sfw | siebold | siebold is cooking dinner for after u come home from an 12 hour shift

Aight, not gonna lie uh...I barely know Siebold's character. I've done some research on his voice lines and personality, so hopefully this does him a bit of justice. If not then uh...you didn't see anything.

Rules | Discord Server (16+)

SFW Siebold: Stirred Feelings

Today, truly and utterly, managed to kick your butt. You were tired and sore from everything that happened and all you wanted to do was go home and relax for the night. Maybe curl up with your boyfriend and watch a movie so you'd have an excuse to fall asleep in his arms. Seriously...who the hell thought a 12 hour shift was okay to schedule?

You opened the door to the small apartment you called your own and immediately were hit with a delicious scent wafting through the home. Seibold did tell you he would be over, but you weren't expecting him to be there before you even got home...then again you did give him a key for a reason.

You found yourself following your nose into the kitchen, where you saw Siebold in more casual clothes and one of your aprons, cooking up some stir-fry. Your mouth watered at the scent of it and you slowly made your way into the kitchen.

"Sie?" You asked, letting out a small yawn. The blond man perked up at hearing you call his name and turned over to you. He smiled and motioned you over.

"Wonderful, glad to see you made it in one piece." He said as you approached him. He put down the wok (that he totally brought himself because you were certain you couldn't afford one that looked that nice). You held out your arms and made a grabby motion for him to give you a hug. Seibold just laughed, opening his arms for you to go into them.

"I never want to go back." You groaned into his chest, noticing how nice he smelt with his cologne. He was perfect in every way and you had no idea how lucky you were to be with him. His arms came to wrap around you as he swayed with you in the kitchen.

"I'm sure you fought marvelously today." he said, grabbing one of your hands and bringing them up to his lips. He placed gentle kisses along your knuckles before letting your hand down, "Now go get cleaned; by the time you finish, dinner should be done." he said and you sighed.

"You're wonderful...did you work today?" You asked, letting out another yawn.

"Of course; but today didn't feel like much work since it was fun." he admitted, making you curious, "We had an interesting challenger in today. They agreed about battling being art; it's the first time in a while I heard such an honest response. I couldn't help but give it my all."

"That's wonderful, how did the battle go?" You asked, causing him to chuckle.

"I beat them mercilessly." He admitted, causing you to laugh.

"Of course, such a fleeting moment, but it made its mark on your mood, huh?" You pointed out.

"You're right about that...now hurry along. I'm sure you're hungry." He said and, as if on queue, you felt your stomach want to rumble. You hummed and decided you'd do just that. Today might've been long, but if you got to come home to Siebold's cooking every night, it would be worth it.

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you should answer ALL of those asks in the post

Oh my god ok HAHA get ready for a wall of text then

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

If you've been following me long enough you start to see trends. I've always liked Luigi so he's probably the most popular character on this blog. Ganondorf is quickly climbing the ranks somehow.

2. lighter or matches?

Lighter for function, matches for fun :D

3. do you leave the window open at night?

I've tried it in some summer months but all it does is leave the air cold and wet when I wake up, I'm not super into it. But the nighttime breeze is lovely

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

I wouldn't be surprised if I came across the Nain Rouge. Although I'd be a little nervous considering he's a harbinger of bad luck

5. what color are your eyes?

A sort of greyish-blue

6. why did you do that?

I thought it was funny :3c

7. hair-ties or scrunchies?

Hair-ties by a mile. Sorry to scrunchie fans

8. how many water bottles are in your room right now?

There's like three empty water glasses on my desk right now I really should clear them out

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Hot coffee for sure. Cold coffee blends are fine, but half the time I drink coffee at all is for the warmth

10. would you slaughter the rich?

I could probably use a hand

11. favorite extracurricular activity?

Drawing :3c I've been having a lot of fun doing some video editing in my personal time too hehe.

12. what kind of day is it?

Honestly it's been pretty awful. I couldn't sleep last night so I ended up sleeping in super late and missed the chance to call my doctor's office and schedule an appointment like I was planning. I got a letter in the mail summoning me for jury duty and had a little anxiety attack about it. And then later I tried to take out some cash at the bank and my card got declined. At this point I'm just hunkering down at my desk trying to get myself to relax

13. when was the last time you ate?

I had some chips like an hour ago.

14. do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

Of course! But my favorite part of rain is the air pressure right before a storm

15. are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

Nah, that doesn't interest me

16. can you drive?

No, ironically this was part of the anxiety attack mentioned previously

17. are you farsighted or nearsighted?

Nearsighted

18. what hair products do you use?

I use a really standard shampoo and conditioner. But I use a special wash for my beard specifically

19. imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

Yeah! I'm not great at it but I'll try my best

20. do you say soda or pop?

Pop, this is Michigan!

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

I answered this one previously :D

22. what type of person are you?

I'm trying to get better

23. how do you feel about chilly weather?

I like it! I can tell winter is around the corner and I'm very excited to bundle up. Unfortunately it's also getting dry and my skin is terrible

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

I'm not too sure how we got up there, I hope you brought a blanket, it's cold out!

25. perfume/body spray or lotion?

Lotion! But perfume every once in awhile

26. a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

Some point in the future when I'm living on my own and I've got a stable job and a comfortable home and I can invite my friends over for parties where we all bring a dish and spend the evening playing party games and talking about the nice things in our lives and when everyone leaves for the night I can send them all home with some snacks and a hug. Manifesting it.

27. about how many hours of sleep did you get?

I got 7 hours last night, unfortunately that was between 10am and 5pm so it was godawful

28. do you wear a mask?

Yea! I still wear a mask out in public. I only remove it if I'm eating or in private company with people. It's a little frighting that I'm always in the minority though

29.how do you like your shower water?

Scalding

30. is there dishes in your room?

See number 8

31. what type of music keeps you grounded?

I always return back to oldies when I don't know where else to go. I like familiar lyrics and retro melodies

32. do you have a favorite towel?

Not really

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

I went to a Dia de los Muertos event last night being hosted by a restaurant I frequent. It was actually super fun, they had love music and vendors selling things. I actually ran into an old coworker while I was there and got to catch up with him. I kept ordering spiked hot coffee because it was outdoors and the drinks were yummy but unfortunately 3 coffees worth of caffeine made it hard to fall asleep

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

This one

35. what’s your timezone?

EST

36. how many times have you changed your url?

Actually never

37. someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

Some of my buddies from highschool. I love them dearly 💕

38. a soap bar that smells good?

Go for a Lavender/mint blend

39. do you use lip balm?

Not as much as I should

40. did you have any snacks today?

Had some goldfish

41. how do you take your coffee?

With creamer

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Twitter unfortunately.

43.what’s your take on spicy foods?

I like it! Im a little sensitive tho so I take it on the mild side

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

Elon musk is a dead man

45 . can you remember what happened yesterday?

See 33

46. favorite holiday film?

Scrooged is so rewatchable for me

47. what was the last message you sent?

"I know what you are..."

48. when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

I think my mom let me sip her wine when I was like 8. I didn't like it very much so I didn't try drinking until I was 20

49. can you skip rocks?

Sometimes!

50. can i tag you in random stuff?

Sure!

[it-takes-four]

When was the last time ya'll slept?

Collectively : "Hhhuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh......"

Chell : [Well it's been I think it's been huhhh... About maybe 16 ho- (GLaDOS : Reviewing your latest recorded activity in the last three days, it has been exactly 22 hours, 37 minutes and 16 seconds since your last biologically mandated unconsciousness.) ... ... ... (GLaDOS : If you would ever bother to care : no, it is not, in fact, considered good.) ...Yeah Ok Shut up.💢]"

Doug : "Huh holy shit. I don't think I slept at all in the Dark Dimension, but I mean strictly speaking I've been in a spell-induced coma the whole time anyway, so... Joker ?? I haven't really tried to sleep here, but I guess I could. I am certainly feeling exhausted but, like, not sleepy...? ...Next halt, I'll have a shot at it."

'Teddy' : "Wellll, It's been a little while when I think about it. About as long as for Ms Chell if we're being logical... I should definitely try to rest too. ...But if I'm being honest about it, I don't really sleep soundly here. I've always been a relatively light sleeper, but here my slumber is straight up jumpy. It feels like a deep sleep, but at the same time ready to jump awake at any alert...? Not really relaxing. What was that about a bear, Doug ? "

Henry : -*Long, calculating silence punctuated by an increasingly dissociative stare*-

[showfallmediamaintenance]

[Transcript begin]

[Something metal impacting a tree, splintering the wood.]

Okay... that was the best hit I've gotten in a while. Just gotta keep doing it like that.

[Edgar swings the crowbar at the tree once more. Sending more splinters flying.]

Sir? What are you doing?

GAH!

[Edgar drops his crowbar, and hastily picks it back up.]

Whoops, sorry.

Dude! What the fuck? Don't do that!

Um.

Wait. How long have you been there?

[The new person shuffles awkwardly.]

Sorry... I just wanted to know what you were doing. I've been here for... 13 minutes. Sorry.

It's... fine. As for what I'm doing, I'm practicing swinging this crowbar.

Why? Are you like, Gordon Freeman or something?

Ha! I wish. I... someone... has someone I care about deeply, and I need to work on getting in good hits, or else it's game over.

[The other person takes a pause.]

Well. You should adjust your grip, you're losing good range with your hands being up that far. It's good for controlled hits, but close range combat is tricky.

Really? Uh, thanks.

No problem, man. Um, I'm Liam. By the way.

[Edgar fully turns to face Liam.]

I'm Edgar, nice to meet you.

Edgar? Hm. Reminds me of a character I saw on a show a while back. You ever seen 'The Mechanics Lament?'

[A short pause. Edgar takes a deep breath.]

No. I... I don't exactly like Showfall's stuff... ah, anymore.

Huh, well, you look just like the character. Anyway, uh.

[Liam shuffles again, observing Edgar. Finally noticing the state he's in.]

Christ, are you okay? Like, actually? You look fucked up. Like, really fucked up.

[Edgar chuckles, there is fabric movement as he puts his left hand up, trying to stop the other man from worrying. Liam gasps.]

HOLY SHIT. THERES A HOLE IN YOUR HAND! DUDE. YOU'VE GOTTA GO TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW. HOLY FUCK–

Woah! I've already been! It's fine! Don't worry!

Are– are you sure? Because that looks a little freaky. You could fit like. Two fingers through that.

If it wasn't okay, I'd still be at the hospital.

Thats... fair.

[Edgar sits against the tree he's been hitting.]

Wanna sit with me? I'm in need of a break, but being alone with my own thoughts is... not good for me.

Uh, sure. You seem alright to me.

[Liam sits down next to Edgar.]

So, how long have you been doing... this? For?

A few hours, tops.

Huh.

[A mechanical retraction sound can be faintly heard.]

Adam, not now!

Huh? Who's Adam?

[A click! As Adam detaches and falls to the ground, skittering out in front of the two. Causing Liam to yelp and scramble backwards.]

AGAIN? SERIOUSLY ADAM?

WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE? WHY DOES IT HAVE A NAME? WHY IS IT MOVING ON ITS OWN?

Liam, I'm so sorry, I wasn't going to mention it.

That seems like something you should mention?!

Um. Not really, man. Where would I slip that in? 'Oh, hello random guy in the woods, this is my sentient prosthetic arm who's named Adam. Nice to meet you!'

[The two laugh, bringing the mood back to 'somewhat relaxed.' Although, Liam still sounds a little shaken when he speaks.]

Hey, he um... wrote something.

Huh? What... 'Candied Crush now please.' Seriously?

[Edgar sighs.]

Fine. Take my phone.

[Adam skitters over to Edgar as he is given the phone, and he begins quietly playing Candy Crush.]

You seem a lot less weirded out by Adam as I thought you would be.

I'm weirded out, I'm just good at not showing it.

Ah, well. I'm glad you didn't run away or whatever, I would've if I were in your place.

Huh, well. I need someone to talk to.

By the way. How old are you, kid? You don't look older than... what, 16?

Bingo. 16.

The hell are you doing out here by yourself? You look... no offense, but you look very dirty.

I've... been out here for a few days. I got kicked out by my parents.

The fuck? Thats so shitty, I'm sorry dude.

Eh, it could be worse.

[A short silence.]

It could be worse, yeah. But it should be better. You can stay in my apartment if you need.

Huh? Wait, really? You mean it?

Of course, you got a phone? I'll put the address in, maybe my number as well. Would you want that?

That would be nice. Thank you so much, man.

No problem. It's a bit far from here, I'd recommend taking an Uber or something when you can. Are you alright to go alone?

I should be okay. I... seriously can't thank you enough.

Again, no problem, stay safe, Liam.

You too.

[Liam stands and walks away.]

Alright, Adam. I– how long has that light been flashing? God damnit–

[Transcript end]

[mommymilkits]

ROLL OVER AND DIE INCORRECT QUOTES!!!

Flum: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Milkit: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Ink: I got distracted about halfway through.

Eterna: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Milkit: Flum, I'm sad.

Flum: *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay.

Ink: Eterna, I'm sad.

Eterna, nodding: mood.

Ink: You know those things will kill you, right?

Eterna, pouring another glass of whiskey: That's the point.

Flum, smoking a cigarette: We're trying to speed up the process.

Milkit: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

Ink: Why are Milkit and Flum sitting with their backs to each other?

Eterna: They had a fight.

Eterna: Then why are they holding hands?

Ink: They get sad when they fight.

Eterna: Care for another sundae, weenie?

Flum: I am not a weenie!

Ink: Relax, you're among friends. *raises her drink*

Flum: My friends don't hang out at Weenie Hut Jr's.

Milkit: You tell 'em, Flum! *sips her drink*

Flum: Milkit, what're you doing here?

Milkit: I'm always here on Double Weenie Wednesdays.

Flum: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

Milkit:

Ink:

Eterna:

Everyone Else At Flum’s Surprise Birthday Party:

Milkit: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Milkit: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Milkit and Flum, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Ink: Our turn, Eterna! One, two, three- vanilla!

Eterna, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Eterna: Dammit, Flum!

Flum: What?! It wasn't me!

Eterna: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Milkit!

Milkit: Not me either.

Eterna: Oh….. Then who set the house on fire?

Ink: *whistles*

Eterna: Have you seen Flum around here?

Ink: Ugh, yes. She made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Milkit: It looks fine to me?

Ink: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

Milkit: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff*

Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Eterna: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Ink: I personally was created in a lab.

Flum: I just straight up spawned lol.

Eterna: *Screams*

Flum: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Milkit: Should we do something?!

Ink, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

Milkit, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Flum, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Eterna, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Ink, trembling: What are we playing?

Eterna: *Gently taps table*

Flum: *Taps back*

Milkit: What are they doing?

Ink: Morse code.

Eterna: *Aggressively taps table*

Flum: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Milkit: Violence isn't the answer.

Flum: You're right.

Milkit: *sighs in relief*

Flum: Violence is the question.

Milkit: What?

Flum, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Milkit, running after them: NO-

(Eterna: Violence isn't the answer.

Ink: You're right.

Eterna: *sighs in relief*

Ink: Violence is the question.

Eterna: What?

Ink, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Eterna, running after them: NO-)

Milkit: How do I deal with my enemies?

Flum: Kill them.

Milkit: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Flum: Kill them only a little?

Milkit: Is something burning?

Flum: Just my love for you.

Milkit: Master, the toaster is on fire.

Milkit: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Flum: Stop romanticizing the past.

Flum: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Milkit: You're like 16 years old.

Flum: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Flum: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday.

Milkit: Wednesay?

Flum: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible!

Flum: *Stubs her toe* FUCK!

Milkit: Mind your language!

Flum: What else am I supposed to say, "Woe is I"???

Milkit:

Flum: You have to accept that swear words are

necessary sometimes.

Flum: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase.

Milkit: Flum, that's a coma!

Flum: Sounds festive.

Flum: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I've killed anybody. I'm not an arsonist. I've never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

Milkit: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

Flum: I've already sent good vibes your way. they're coming. There's nothing you can do to stop them.

Milkit: This is the most threatening way I've ever been cheered up.

Flum: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Milkit: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Flum: Absolutely not.

Ink: You love me, right, Eterna?

Eterna: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.

Milkit: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

Flum: Thank you.

Milkit: I didn't say that was a good thing!

Flum: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

Flum: *Accidentally hits Milkit in the face*

Flum: *Trying to decide between saying “I'm fucking sorry” and “Are you okay"*

Flum: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Milkit: What's wrong with you?!

Flum: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Milkit: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Flum: I turned out perfectly fine!

Milkit: Master, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.

Flum: I DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Flum: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives!

Milkit: I wake up at 4:30 AM.

Flum:

Flum: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives!

Flum, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Milkit: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Flum, with the tone of someone who is used to Milkit: Outstanding.

Flum: This is what I'm talking about people.

(Eterna, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Ink, if she could see: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Eterna, with the tone of someone who is used to Ink: Outstanding.

Eterna: This is what I'm talking about people.)

Flum: I'm a reverse necromancer.

Milkit: Isn't that just killing people?

Flum: Ah, technicality!

Flum: It's dark in here.

Milkit: Don't worry dude I got this!

Milkit: *Stomps her feet*

Milkit: *Skechers light up*

Flum: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!

Eterna: Really? Name one law

Flum: Don't kill people?

Eterna: That's on me. I set the bar too low.

Flum: Today is a day of running through hurdles.

Eterna: Aren't you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?

Flum: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Flum: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Milkit: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Flum: No! Four to five seconds!

Milkit: Too late!!!

(Eterna: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Ink: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Eterna: No! Four to five seconds!

Ink: Too late!!!)

Flum: I prevented a murder today.

Milkit: Really? How'd you do that?

Flum: Self control.

Milkit: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Ink, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Flum: So what's for dinner?

Milkit, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret.

Eterna: Ink was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Ink: Well, they shouldn't say "all you can eat" if they don't mean it.

Eterna: Ink, you ate a chair.

Milkit, reading the paper: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Flum: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Flum: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Milkit: You and me!!!

Flum, tearing up: Okay.

[kaitcreates]

The Cursed Weapons, Snippet #1

I've been having fun writing short snippets for The Cursed Weapons so enjoy!

Emily really should’ve been packing. Her and her twin sister Agatha were supposed to meet their parents and the rest of their farewell party in a little over an hour to go through a portal to Los Angeles. She and Agatha had decided to go on their travel year there with Zachary and Catherine. But instead she was nervously pacing circles in her and Agatha’s room overthinking everything. 

She wasn’t just nervous about travelling to Los Angeles, but also about seeing Zachary there. She knew it was stupid, but she hadn’t seen him for 3 months. WHo knew how much could change in three months? Sure they had been talking through firemessages during those months but that wasn’t the same as talking in-person. You couldn’t throw away an embarrassing sentence in a conversation like you could on a written piece of paper. 

“Will you relax? All your nervous pacing is making me nervous.” 

“Well, it’s a whole new continent. Who knows what to expect?” Emily was not going to tell Agatha the real reason she was pacing, Agatha already had enough blackmail on her from the time she caught Emily trying to run away to London when they were 16 after a particularly bad fight with her parents.

“Matthew told me everything I need to know about it. Flashy lights, lots of people, and some cool places for tourists to visit.” THeir older brother Matthew had visited many states and cities in the US during his big world wide tour during the late 1900s. He often told Emily and Agatha stories about his travels when they visited him in London. One of those places was Los Angeles and he had recounted the story of how he’d saved a werewolf cub from a pack of vampires an obnoxious amount of times. 

“But it might’ve changed in the years since he was there. Actually, it probably has.”

With an eye roll Agatha put down the dress she had been packing into her suitcase and walked over to Emily who had begun pacing again. This time it was because of Los Angeles. 

“Em, it’s going to be ok.” Agatha held her in place and forced Emily to look her in the eyes, “Even though it’s a different country, there will still be shadowhunters there to help teach us. Bloody, that’s what we're going there for in the first place. SO it’s going to be ok. Ok?” When Emily nodded, Agatha went back to her suitcase, examining it to make sure no more clothes or books would be needed for her trip. “And, another benefit, Zachary and Catherine will be there with us. So you most likely won’t be the only person confused by American culture.”

Emily felt heat rise to her face and quickly turned away before Agatha could see. When Emily finally composed herself she began to pack again. Emily scanned her closet for any beloved dresses she’d forgotten. After finding an old green evening dress that brought out her eyes she sent off to look through her vanity. She ended up finding a long forgotten makeup kit that hadn’t been used since Herondale's Christmas party last year. Emily doubted anyone would come and do her makeup for her in Los Angeles. There would probably be at least a few parties across the year and the makeup hadn’t gone bad yet. Before she put it in her suitcase she wondered if she should wear some. This was the first time she would have seen Zachary in 3 months and she would want to make a good impression on the heads of the institute. What better way to do that than by looking her best? She loosely fiddled with her ginger hair tied up into a tight braid before looking over at Agatha who had already put on her makeup for the day earlier in the afternoon. 

Emily and Agatha were almost identical. They both had striking green eyes and small frames similar to their mothers. The only difference between them was that Agatha had cut her hair to above her shoulders when they were 14 and had kept it like that ever since. Agatha has always been the more confident one. She said it was part of being a good leader and Emily believed her. Agatha was much more like their mother or Matthew. More like Mother, Emily thought after further consideration. Mum had been Consul -the head of the Clave- for 30 years before she finally stepped down and the new consul Howard Lindquist had taken her place.

“Do you really need so many books?” Emliy looked at Agatha’s second suitcase, which was nearly full of books with a few dresses and hats buried underneath.

“I can buy new outfits while I’m in Los Angeles. It would be wasteful of my money to spend it on books I already have here and just neglected to bring.”

“We’re going to spend most of our time hunting demons and exploring American culture. I doubt you’ll have as much reading time as you think.” Emily watched as Agatha pushed the suitcase’s top down. “And they’ll have a library at the institute. Matthew said it was quite extensive.”

Agatha waved away her comment and began to sit on the suitcase after it refused to stay shut. “He said that about over half the institutes he visited. I strongly doubt that all of them were as extensive as he said they were. Here, come close this for me.” 

With a sigh Emily walked over to her sister and latched the suitcase shut.

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27 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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Just for the Night, chapter 2/2

FitzSimmons, rated M, 7900 words Summary: Bringing home her cute new colleague for the night sounded like a good idea to Jemma Simmons. He's cute and a fantastic kisser, just what she needed to relieve the stress of spending Christmas with her whole family. She just hadn't planned that she would end up snowed in with her one-night stand AND her family for Christmas.

Once more, happy Christmas Libby <3 "I'm so sorry, they weren't supposed to be here until much later!" she whispered as she closed the door behind herself and leaned back against it as if someone might burst through it anytime. "I know, you said so but I bet they wanted to avoid--" "The snow, yeah. My mum tried to call but my phone was in the living room. I probably wouldn't have heard it anyway, I slept like the dead last night." Fitz smiled at that and there was something so sweet in a way that she didn't tell him the orgasms weren't the only responsible. Even though he'd greatly contributed to the short-lived state of relaxation she'd felt that morning, she'd been exhausted for weeks. "Anyway, the road's closed so--" His lips pressed against hers softly, taking her by surprise. She was busy panicking about the whole situation, how dare he interrupted her like that? But then, his arms wrapped around her waist, impossibly warm, and Jemma melted into the embrace with a slight whine. Maybe she should have gone and talked to him weeks ago. She might have brought him home to her London flat and gotten the opportunity to enjoy his affection longer without being interrupted in the worst possible way. "Good morning," he said, eyes and tone equally soft when he pulled back.

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29 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

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Finally finished this portrait of Fitz/Iain from the wedding scene in 5x12 <3 It had been a while since I drew him and I’m pretty happy with the result! Done in watercolor and color pencils! Commissions open for this type of portrait or digital ones, more details via DM :) REDBUBBLE / ETSY

33 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

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It Was All Make-Believe

FitzSimmons, rated T, 2609 words (for now) Chapter 1/6 @libbyweasley​ and I are very excited to finally start posting this fic we've been working on for months based on Libby's original idea. The fic is all written and a new chapter will be posted every week. I've written three chapters from Jemma's POV and Libby has written all chapters from Fitz's POV. Hope you enjoy :) Summary: Fitz and Jemma go undercover as a couple and discover it isn’t as difficult as they’d thought it would be. But what happens when those feelings become a little too real? Season 1 AU They all moved to the briefing room, May and Ward looking as awake and ready as ever. Fitz, not so much.

"Didn't even have time for breakfast," he grumbled as he took his place next to Jemma. "Why do these always have to be so early?" Jemma shook her head and pressed the second mug of tea she was holding into his hand. "Oh thank you." He took a sip and his face turned a little less grumpy for a second. "Maybe the problem is that you stayed up working in the lab so late," Jemma pointed out and he huffed. "You're one to talk!" "But I can function on five hours of sleep, you obviously can't." If his still only half open eyes and messy curls weren't enough to prove her point, Jemma reached out to straighten his collar. "That's because he's still growing!" Skye tousled his hair as she walked past him to take her place in the briefing room.

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It had been a while since I’ve worked on a Liz/Jemma art :) (Based on that gorgeous Liz photoshoot I’m planning I’ve done this one using both color pencils and watercolor and I’m thoroughly enjoying it.  I’m currently open for commissions (both traditional and digital fanart). Send me a DM to know more :) 

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Dear future self... February 12, 2024

It's been a seriously busy week & weekend. Let's recap.. Monday last week Danny put charlie down. That was a sad day, I wasn't sure how it was going to hit me, but when I saw Cody's stories, I crumbled and cried a lot of the day. Tuesday went for lunch with Chrystal for our work department christmas party. Then went to Canadian brewhouse with a group to watch the oilers/knights game. Kamber, tyson, shane, amber & naythan, it was a lot of fun. Man i love amber, I shit talked her a lot & Knights won so that was fun, killed their 16 winning streak so she wasn't too pleased of course. Wednesday I went to a little pub with Callum Domke, grade 4 friend because we had matched on bumble & thought it would be funny to catch up after 20+ years. He was the same & it wasn't awkward at all. It was funny, we just talked about life & everything & had a lot of good laughs, it was a nice wholesome night. Thursday I relaxed. Friday I went to Bottlescrew bills with Corey, or we started our night there. We were supposed to play cornhole but they didn't have any games so we had some food & then walked over to Craft. We chatted for hours, we didn't even end up playing a game we just talked constantly which was really nice. I got to know him a lot better & see a much more deeper side to him. He's really smart. His past is interesting, he's a bit more of a party boy than I wished, but he's also turning 35 next month. We went back to his place around midnight probably to play overcooked. I had opened up a lot about my past with him & he did too. I think it connected us a lot deeper & he had said he struggled with depression to. He said he's told me more things than most people know about him which was kind of nice. Overcooked was hilarious, we had so much fun. Honestly he makes me laugh so hard. I felt like I was flirting with him a lot & trying to hint at him. Finally at like 2 or 3am I think i jokingly said he hurt my feelings & he asked how he could make it up to me which is when I got super shy. He obviously knew & kissed me. It was pretty hot if I'm being honest. He's a really good kisser. He said earlier in the night that he loved my smile & my eyes so it was great to know he was attracted to me lol. i ended up staying over but nothing happened, we just cuddled & he was very respectful that I didn't want to do anything further. We cuddled a lot which was nice, & I think we passed out around 5am. I was up way too early & kind of laid & tossed for a bit till 10:30am. I felt like I was intruding a bit & didn't want to over stay my welcome, but he had said he didnt want to get up yet & pulled me in to cuddle him. Which we cuddled & talked till about 12:30. It was honestly just a really sweet wholesome night & morning. He still didn't try to take advantage of me which was great. He made me coffee & we had a relaxing hour before I thought i should go home at like 2pm. I went home & spent time with nova for a while. Then went to Waterhole to meet Drew for dinner. I didn't know what to expect really, I was nervous for sure. I'm not sure if he was nervous too, but our conversation isn't the best & that's why I didn't think it was going to be a long night. The first part was a bit bumpy & I wasn't sure. He's just not good at keeping a conversation going. He's super attractive though & has a good head on his shoulders. Actually to the point of being someone that I've been interested in & looking for. We talked a lot about red flags & what we were looking for in a relationship etc. We hung out till about 8pm ish though so 3 hours, it felt pretty good by the end of it & when we walked outside he said he wanted to see me again & I laughed asking if I checked off some boxes. He texted me later that he did want to go on another date so that was nice to hear.

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

4, 5, 6, 8, 16, 17, 19 (mun & muse <3)

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Questions for the Mun about the Muse

4. Whats your favorite thing about your muse? That he has no problems with making himself a fool. He has no problems with people seeing him as weak or useless. Quite the contrary, actually. Being underestimated is something he often prefers, even before his revenge.

5. What’s one thing you wish you could change about them? Hmm, I wish I could change the fact that he felt he couldn't go to Xichen with his findings. I understand why he didn't, but I think that if he could put out some proof, and also make Xichen swear to not tell anyone before telling him what he'd found, that Xichen would've been unable to just let it slide. His Lan sense of justice is too strong imo. And then, then maybe Huaisang might've not ended up so alone. (yes wwx would not have been resurrected, but sorry, I care more about my boy)

6. Do you think you would get along if you met in person? That's a tough question. I'm more like LQR than NHS (though according to personality-database, the one I share most personality traits with is Sizhui, which is absolutely not true imo). However, we do share some things, like love for art and rather preferring peace over conflict. I think we'd probably get along.

8. What is your favorite random headcanon? Ok, let's go with silly hc. Then it's either that the Unclean Realm still have drawings on some walls after toddler Huaisang or a 3yo A-Sang overeating on plums and he now can't stand plums (not funny, but still such a silly thing for my brain to come up with).

Questions for the Muse about the Mun

16. What’s one thing mun does that you’re grateful for? Huaisang taps his folded fan against his chin before answering. "All his research. I don't know how he does it, but he has literally researched everything, from the historical economy of the area to the different types of fans and the life of noblemen. I get exhausted think about all the hours of research."

17. What is one thing you wish mun would let you do? Huaisang looks at Jiang Wanyin, smiling a little and licking his lips before hiding behind his fan. "Not sure I should mention that here." (Me: Absolutely fucking not.)

19. Do you have any suggestions for mun? "Tell him to rest and relax once in awhile. Not everything depends on him. It's fine to be useless no matter what he was told growing up. There's nothing wrong with resting or being 'weak'. I've tried telling him that, but he just won't listen." Huaisang sighs and rolls his eyes in a way that would make Wanyin proud.

[passionguavagreentea]

The Glamorization of Hustle Culture

This will be a ramble-filled, multi-blog-post series revolving around hustle culture and its bizarre glamorization.

The Impacts of Hustle Culture on Relationships

I am going to start this off with, I don’t think there are truly any positive impacts to partner-relationships when hustle culture is involved. There, I said it. Would you agree? Maybe some space from your partner or bringing in more income to your relationship would be the few benefits I could think of that could positively impact a relationship. But other than those two, I could not tell you any more. On the other hand, I do believe there could be positive impacts on relationships within your family. For instance, I think working and showing a good work ethic could be inspiring to your children, making you a role model to them. Getting your work done so you can take your kids to beautiful places that they will remember forever, thanks to you and your hard work. Giving your kids a household that is financially stable, and up to par for them. Though there are downsides to these 'positive impacts'; if you are gone all day, and don’t see them until bedtime or only in the morning right before school, they might feel a sense of abandonment or neglect. Could you imagine the words of your four-year-old asking you, “Why aren’t you ever home?” Yeah. Heartbreaking. This in turn could have long-term effects on the child, it could develop into something more severe down the line as they grow older, such as trauma. Being present around your children as they are in their most important developmental stages is crucial to their growth.

When I was a child, growing up my father was (and still is) a hard worker and has the biggest work ethic I’ve ever known someone to have. He runs his business and works seven days a week, all day. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him relax unless a huge blizzard outside prevents him from leaving - but even then he will try to find something to do around the house. This caused some issues, for my siblings and I, as we didn’t see my dad nearly as much as a child should when we were growing up. We would go have a family day on Sundays, but other than that he was working, and these family days that we looked forward to eventually sizzled away; part of our past. Hustle culture in a way, took my dad away during those crucial times of my life, and it really caused an impact.

Then of course, it also comes down to the Hispanic culture that he prides himself with. The Hispanic work ethic is possibly one of the strongest out there, they know that in order to make money they need to be working. They cracked the code, right? But the issue is they over work themselves. Why? Could it be due to the completely unfair wage gap that they receive, even though they bust their backs for over 12 hours a day, which in turn drives them to work more hours? Or could it be because they need the money to send to their families from their home country? Here's the other thing that not a lot of people understand from the Spanish culture (and dozens of other cultures too); young adults immigrate to the States and take any job that they can. They then start supporting their family, like their parents and grandparents, siblings, aunts, and everyone, back in the country that they grew up in (fun fact: my dad immigrated to the States when he was 16; he left without notifying his family until they started receiving letters from him months after from Los Angeles).

I have a few stands on this area, I stand by supporting your family by sending them money, but then I've experienced the negative impacts within my family. Having been negatively affected, and this is a tad bit sensitive of a subject, I will hold off on voicing more of my opinion.

It all boils down to the ability to equally split your time to be there for your kids and spouse, as well as to support your family outside of the States. It's a constant and vicious cycle to be stuck in; hustle culture that is. Finding balance, and harmony, and being able to maintain healthy relationships with your family. Hustle culture surrounds and influences us in all different ways. It is said that America is the dream place to reside in, but is working 72 hours a week really the dream?

[umichenginabroad]

Dublin Week 16: Classes Going Crazy

Hi there, it's me, Sam, again. I can't think of a good intro, so I'm just gonna get into it.

I started this week in something of a panic because while I was in Copenhagen, I neglected to do a number of things I should've been doing for the week ahead. He is the complete list of things I should have been doing:

Studying for an applied dynamics quiz on Tuesday

Finishing up research and making a poster due on Wednesday

Studying for a lab exam for statistics on Wednesday

When I got back on Monday night from Copenhagen, I frantically studied for my quiz the next morning, and apparently this was good enough to do reasonably well. Yay me! Then I had to get to doing my research!

This past semester I've been taking a class that gave me the opportunity to conduct research. I'd been working with a PhD student who's studying titanium alloys, and until this point I had worked in the lab a bit and taken some measurements, but we hadn't actually decided what I was going to write my final report and presentation on. After my quiz on Tuesday, we met up, decided what my topic was going to be, and then I the rest of my waking hours finishing my poster. At around 1am, I was done, and frankly I'm pretty proud of my work. Moral of the story: be proactive and figure out what you're researching sooner rather than later. Posters can be made in a day though (not recommended).

Me and my poster

Wednesday was considerably more chill. I went to my classes and spent my free time preparing for my lab exam. Later that evening I took the exam, and I think it went alright. I should've prepared a bit more, but at the end of the day it was a very small part of my grade, and I'm not too worried. Now that I was done with my work, I got some well deserved rest.

On Thursday, my research class had a big poster presentation in the lobby of the engineering building. I got to show my research to interested passersby, and it felt really great being able to share my experience with them. Afterwards, I didn't have any classes for the day, so I just hung around, made some food, and then went to climbing later that evening.

Friday I once again didn't have any classes, so I spent the day cleaning my apartment, relaxing, and getting ready for the Mountaineering Ball. Most clubs and societies at UCD host a ball at the end of the semester where the club rents a ballroom at a hotel and everyone dresses up nicely and dances and drinks and whatnot. You know, typical ball activities.

Around 5, I met up with some other club members on campus and we made our way to a club members house for some pre-drinks (referred to as prinks here). After spending some time there, everyone made their way to the hotel ballroom the club booked.

At the ball we were served some (surprisingly good) dinner, handed out awards, took photos, and danced. It was a great time. After the ball, a bunch of us headed into town to a pub called Doyle's. It was super crowded and loud, but we all had fun, and I ended up leaving around 3 am (yikes).

Some photos from the ball

The next morning, I wasn't up until about noon. After this slow start, I met up with my friends Colin and Cormac in town, where we grabbed some lunch and tried to walk off our hangovers, which actually kind of worked a little. When we got bored of this and hungry for dinner, we headed back to UCD. Once we refueled and bored ourselves once again in our respective apartments, we decided to meet up again and head down to Dun Laoghaire to enjoy the lovely evening and watch the sunset, which was a lovely way to end the day.

A picture from the water of the pier at Dun Laoghaire

On Sunday, the mountaineering club had its final Sunday hike of the term. We were supposed to hike Lugnaquilla, which is the highest peak in the Wicklow mountains, but our bus forgot to pick us up, and we ended up getting to the trail about an hour late. Instead we did a much shorter hike, which actually ended up being a great time since the weather was awesome and we were actually able to enjoy it. We ended our hike at a cute little pub where I got my cheapest pint of Guinness of the semester (it was still €4.80). Overall, it was a lovely way to end the Sunday hikes.

Some photos from the hike

That's all for this week! This was the last week of classes, so the next three weeks, I'll just be studying and taking my exams. I'm gonna try to do some exploring of Dublin during this time, so stay tuned for that.

Sam Adler

Materials Science and Engineering

University College Dublin

[funaisfinest]

Kinetic Productions Internship Day 16 (3/3/2023)

Hours completed: 8, from 9 am to 5pm

Total hours completed: 120! I'M ALL DONE!!!!!

Although it was my last day today, it was probably the most relaxed day I had thus far because a lot of the business done was in preparation for their Levi's trip this coming Sunday. The Kinetic team will be in San Franscico for three weeks shooting a campaign for the Levi's brand. I'm glad I planned out my hours so that I would finish before they left because three weeks of no hours would have been detrimental to my cause.

I spent my last day with one of their freelance editors who was talking with me about my passion for music videos. We went over some of his personal projects he did, how he did it, and the planning for his next one. Luckily, he's a smart guy so when I showed him some of my inspirations, in terms of music videos, he was able to give some insight into how they were done. For the planning of his upcoming music video, he also allowed me to be a part of it in some way. There are going to be three different teams on this music video, one in Hawai'i, one in Texas, and lastly his in San Franscico. I should mention that this music video isn't anything professional, it was all planned in a week because it became a tradition whenever the Kinetic team goes to shoot for Levi's. Moreover, the song he chose to do isn't necessarily school friendly, so I won't be line by line about his plans. However, what he did show me was an AV script, I think he called it. Audio-visual script that was a substitute for a storyboard. He didn't want to draw everything up for this particular project because he doesn't have full control over the shots as there are so many people active in this project. The AV document has two columns, one for the audio, or lines of the song, and the other is a detailed description of the shot. In the sections he controlled, the things he considered in his visuals were setting, talent, and transition points -- many of which were descriptively stylistic, like zooming into a TV screen as a way to introduce the next shot or coming out of a crystal ball. These transitions make sense in the larger context of the song!

Besides the sharing of ideas and music videos, I just had conversations with everyone to talk one last time before I headed out for a long while.

I was given the opportunity to shadow more, learn more technical stuff, and even get hired if I showed them that I was actively contributing to their projects. While I do believe I will go back because I've become quite close with a director over there, I don't believe I'll be pursuing a position at this production company. I'll definitely drop by to help out where I can when I can!

That's all folks!