#clock-watcher

[aurianneor]

Slakers

The French are supposedly welfare recipients who don’t work, who wait for everything to come from the state, who have privileges and receive public money or free services (such as school lunches) without giving anything in return or showing any gratitude. They would only work 35 hours a week, when they have a job. Having a paid job does not automatically mean that you are useful to society. What about what David Graeber calls “bullshit jobs,” which refers to “the vast majority of office workers, who are forced to devote their lives to tasks that are useless and of no real interest to society, but which nevertheless help to maintain employment“; ”a form of paid employment that is so completely useless, superfluous or harmful that even the employee cannot justify its existence, although he feels obliged, in order to honor the terms of his contract, to pretend that this is not the case.” (Bullshit jobs – Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullshit_Jobs)?

What should we think of workers who pollute solely to enrich the ultra-rich? What should we think of those who do their jobs without achieving public service objectives (for example, teachers in France who do not meet equal opportunity targets)?

What should we think of workers who do not produce quality work for the sole purpose of enriching their bosses (e.g., construction workers who build poorly soundproofed, poorly insulated homes made of concrete that cracks after 50 years)?

There are many volunteers and informal workers who are very useful to society. For example, firefighters, sea rescuers, teachers who teach French to immigrants, activists who defend human rights or the environment, housewives, and people who care for the disabled or elderly.

Furthermore, some jobs are harmful to society: embezzlement, pollution, overproduction, illnesses linked to poor lifestyles caused by work (sedentary lifestyles, poor diet, stress, etc.) that are paid for by society, etc. They cost other people money. There are even wars that are waged to support economic activity, even if that activity is harmful. For example, let’s take big oil companies.

Not to mention those who have become rich through subsidized contracts and grants. The C.I.C.E. (Inter-Company Center) and social VAT are effectively public money given to companies with no guarantee of anything in return. Many big bosses claim to have made their fortune on their own, when in fact they have benefited greatly from public money. For example, Elon Musk benefits from public money: NASA money for Space X, subsidies for the purchase of electric cars, etc.

Not to mention those who have become rich through subsidized contracts and grants. The C.I.C.E. (Inter-Company Center) and social VAT are effectively public money given to companies with no guarantee of anything in return. Many big bosses claim to have made their fortune on their own, when in fact they have benefited greatly from public money. For example, Elon Musk benefits from public money: NASA money for Space X, subsidies for the purchase of electric cars, etc.

There are also many paid workers who are useful. For example, garbage collectors and nurses.

But we cannot make a link between remuneration and public utility.

On the other hand, there are fewer jobs in France. We cannot blame the unemployed for their lack of work when jobs have been relocated or eliminated.

Furthermore, because hiring is based on resumes rather than skills tests, discrimination and cronyism persist and prevent some people from getting jobs even though they have the skills.

Employment is more precarious. Most workers work longer than their official hours and are not paid enough to support their families, forcing them to take on additional work, such as renovating homes. They have expenses related to their work, such as childcare and car ownership. They are forced to live in cities where the cost of living is high and housing is poor because that is where jobs and public services are located. In rural areas, farmers are no longer paid enough despite extremely hard work and live on subsidies. There is not enough money to create jobs on farms, which are forced to resort to industrial agriculture and livestock farming. Because jobs are not well paid, the population depends on subsidies and therefore on the state. The state can thus make the population fear that it will no longer provide social assistance. This allows it to control the population. Decent prices and wages should be set so that the population is less dependent on state aid. This would give them more freedom and allow them to pursue their professions as they see fit. For example, farmers could engage in organic permaculture. Having a little land to grow vegetables and keep animals would make citizens less dependent on money. Being able to exercise every day would reduce healthcare costs.

We need to stop valuing work solely in monetary terms. Everyone must contribute to society; that’s what it means to be a citizen. What is useful to society is not necessarily what is paid for.

There are certainly people who live on welfare without doing anything to improve their situation. But this is only a tiny fraction of the population. The myth of the wealthy welfare recipient is used to denigrate the rest of the population.

Living on welfare is not as pleasant as we are led to believe. It denies the difficulties faced by most people in these situations: housing in isolated areas or neighborhoods where no one else wants to live, poor-quality food, etc. Solidarity comes at a price: letting the freeloaders go so we can help the people without resources, who represent the vast majority of welfare recipients.

Most French people work hard to make ends meet for a standard of living that is lower than that enjoyed by previous generations.

Focusing attention on these “privileged” who cost society a lot of money is a way of diverting attention away from those who are getting their fill at the expense of others: the ultra-rich for whom people work, who pollute, who have no regard for the common good. Isn’t receiving income from capital, property, or inheritance without doing anything yourself a form of privilege? The ultra-rich live off the backs of others without working. They live off the sweat of others. The poorest would not be entitled to the same privileges.

If the wealthy paid their fair share of taxes or stopped receiving hidden subsidies, which amount to staggering sums, there would be more than enough money for the population, whether they work for the common good or not.

What role should the state play in our lives?

The Walter Lippman symposium created a model of a state that is very powerful because it captures wealth and redistributes it. Il is very undemocratic because it expresses itself through representatives, and very unprotective because it sets few limits. The state captures money without setting rules. Nazi Germany was the model at the time. Bertrand Russell was against it.

Bertrand Russell, Power: A New Social Analysis – 1938 – Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Power:_A_New_Social_Analysis

Colloque Walter Lippmann – Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colloque_Walter_Lippmann

A universal basic income is possible and would allow everyone to contribute according to their means and skills for the common good. But universal income must be pooled, because if it is redistributed by the state, it will make all citizens dependent. Alternatively, A more direct form of democracy is needed.

Money is just a means of exchanging goods and services; it is merely a practical convenience. Money cannot be used to measure people’s worth. Many things that do not require payment are extremely valuable. Deciphering an old manuscript advances history, participating in public debate helps defend democracy, creating things advances civilization, having good relationships with others or resolving disputes keeps people mentally healthy, preserving a natural site preserves ecosystems, and so on.

Productivism, according to which we only have value if we work, is an ideology that is heading for disaster. With automation and better productivity, we don’t need as many people working. This mindset is harmful and hurts those who are seen as unworthy, like they’re holding society back. Some people may develop depression, with symptoms such as not washing and having difficulty being active. Some may even turn to drugs. The insult then becomes self-fulfilling and denies the suffering associated with this illness. And what about those who are disabled and cannot work?

It’s a social status symbol: idleness is a privilege of the rich. They attack welfare to supposedly save on taxes, when paying for welfare through taxes wouldn’t change their lifestyle one bit.

They attack the weakest members of society simply to feel stronger and superior. That’s why they have no problem spending fortunes on luxury goods that they hardly ever use and that do nothing to improve their lives except make them stand out socially.

Bertrand Russell, In Praise of Idleness and Other Essays, 1932: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Praise_of_Idleness_and_Other_Essays

Everyone should mind their own business and enjoy life as they see fit, within the bounds of the law. Solidarity is essential so that everyone can live with dignity. And maybe everyone should try to do good around them!

Les solutions à la hausse des primes – Dietmar Grossenbacher – 52 minutes RTS: https://youtu.be/7rpodnlfG1M?si=iDlxcFBHK6F3NLd8

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Les fainéants: https://www.aurianneor.org/les-faineants/

Solidarité Helvétique: https://www.aurianneor.org/solidarite-helvetique-democratie-semi-directe/

Work: https://www.aurianneor.org/work-work-1915-charlie-chaplin/

Work, it’s an all-or-nothing option: https://www.aurianneor.org/work-its-an-all-or-nothing-option/

The workers: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-workers/

What you work for matters!: https://www.aurianneor.org/what-you-work-for-matters-peaceful-environment-for/

Heaven For Everyone – Queen: https://www.aurianneor.org/heaven-for-everyone-queen-this-could-be-heaven/

“The world has enough for everyone’s need, but not enough for everyone’s greed”: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-world-has-enough-for-everyones-need-but-not/

You can’t get enough… Enough!: https://www.aurianneor.org/you-cant-get-enough-enough-the-same-companies/

The richest 1% are at war with the rest of the world: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-richest-1-are-at-war-with-the-rest-of-the-world/

A slice of the cake: https://www.aurianneor.org/a-slice-of-the-cake/

Demain – Chapitre 1 – L’Agriculture: https://www.aurianneor.org/demain-chapitre-1-lagriculture-demainlefilm/

Price ceilings and price floors: https://www.aurianneor.org/price-ceilings-and-price-floors/

Cut out the middleman: https://www.aurianneor.org/cut-out-the-middleman/

Do help Mrs Dalloway!: https://www.aurianneor.org/do-help-mrs-dalloway-mrs-dalloway-virginia/

Drugs: https://www.aurianneor.org/drugs/

Dans les territoires ultramarins, une population en colère exclue du progrès: https://www.aurianneor.org/dans-les-territoires-ultramarins-une-population-en-colere-exclue-du-progres/

Humiliated by the Republic: https://www.aurianneor.org/humiliated-by-the-republic/

The Rust Belt: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-rust-belt-2/

Arizona, Nevada and California Dream: https://www.aurianneor.org/arizona-nevada-and-california-dream/

Juste une question de culture; et de politique…: https://www.aurianneor.org/juste-une-question-de-culture-et-de-politique/

Qu’est-ce que gaspiller?: https://www.aurianneor.org/gas-piller/

Home fairy – does it all without working: https://www.aurianneor.org/home-fairy-does-it-all-without-working-gender/

Tomorrow – Chap 4: La démocratie: https://www.aurianneor.org/tomorrow-chap-4-la-democratie-the-panama/

The Red and the Yellow: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-red-and-the-yellow-red-scarves-against-yellow/

The chicks waiting for the beaked will take flight: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-chicks-waiting-for-the-beaked-will-take-flight/

Resume: https://www.aurianneor.org/resume/

Yes to educational freedom for all!: https://www.aurianneor.org/yes-to-educational-freedom-for-all-teachers/

Rich: https://www.aurianneor.org/rich-it-was-a-beautiful-day-and-the-scenery-was/

What I am worth depends neither on market nor on race: https://www.aurianneor.org/what-i-am-worth-depends-neither-on-market-nor-on-race/

4-day workweek: https://www.aurianneor.org/4-day-workweek-2/

Basic Income is possible: https://www.aurianneor.org/basic-income-is-possible-the-instrument-of/

Housing: https://www.aurianneor.org/housing/

Jiro’s art of working: https://www.aurianneor.org/jiros-art-of-working-jiro-dreams-of-sushi/

Since I stopped working And started thinking again It works in my favor!: https://www.aurianneor.org/since-i-stopped-working-and-started-thinking-again/

[iamonlyperson]

s5 really fucked him up

[ghost-bxrd]

Jason “my dad actually has a lot of siblings so I have some cousins I didn’t know about in star city I’m gonna meet :D”

Every single batfam member:

[inkie-does-whump]

I have a question/writing prompt (you can choose what to do with it) about your lab AU!

How was Impulse coping when he found out that Skizz escaped after the fire in the Last Life lab? Or did he even know that Skizz escaped, or did the watchers just let him believe the fire had killed Skizz? And what did Impulse do when Skizz willingly turned himself back in?

I want Imp and Skizz angst :3

‘Cause you’ll miss the sun (The warmth of another’s embrace)

An Imp and Skizz fic

Word count: 2100

Trigger warnings: drugs, implied death, blood drawing, firearms

Aka: Skizz is gone and Impulse is coping. Featuring failed escape attempts and flat lines.

It doesn’t take long for Impulse to realize people are missing.

The past few hours have been overwhelming. Being soulbound to Bdubs, Impulse hasn’t had a moment of silence yet. And part of that is nice, because it means he has a distraction from this sense of dread that has begun to loom over him.

Because Impulse hasn’t seen his best friend yet.

He knows that Lizzie missing too, from how Joel is dragging his new soulmate around the facility as he looks for her. Etho looks exhausted from all the movement, and Impulse thinks he might pass out the moment Joel lets him rest.

That night, Impulse still hasn’t seen Skizz yet. He falls asleep to the rhythm of Bdubs counting next to him.

…

Impulse is no stranger to the medical center.

Bleach white walls covered with propaganda-like posters telling the subjects “we care for you!” and “good subjects take their meds on time!” the right wall has two doors, both leading to surgery rooms that Impulse is intimately familiar with. One large screen takes up the majority of the left wall, divided up into about two dozen sections labeled with various subject’s names. Underneath their names are heartbeat monitors.

Impulse doesn’t recognize some of the few few names. Grian, Martyn, Jimmy, those he does know, but Taurtis? Salem? Netty? Impulse doesn’t know them, and he knows that’s because of the flat lines under their names.

When he visits the Double Life medical center for the first time, he can’t help but scan the screen for Skizz’s name. He dreads the flat line, and is confused when the screen shows his heartbeat drumming on steadily.

Somewhere, Skizz is alive.

Just not with Impulse.

The Watcher who brought him here guides Impulse to the chair nearby, and he sits. They turn to ready their equipment, and Impulse keeps his gaze on the screen across from him.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Skizz keeps living and breathing. Thump thump.

The Watcher takes him arm and puts it up on the counter next to him. Impulse keeps his eyes trained on the screen. He doesn’t like to look when they put the needle in.

There is a pinch and Impulse clenches his teeth quietly. He pain subsides quickly, and the Watcher turns to start the pump.

Impulse doesn’t know why the Watchers collect his blood, he assumes they donate it, or sell it. Either way, he’s always in the medical center for it. Once a week, always at one.

Recently this time has been nice. It’s a few minutes of silence where he’s detached from Bdub’s and his constant murmuring. The blood draining makes him lightheaded and dizzy, but it’s not painful. So Impulse will find comfort in it.

…

The alarms wakes the entire facility.

Normally there are small alarms. Sirens contained to the medical center, and the devices the Watchers have. They go off when a subject is in danger.

Sometimes these alarms go off for Jimmy, when he’s out on rental and the Watchers need to go pull him out.

But this blaring noise is deafening. It rings out, one constant tone, stretching on forever and ever. Impulse doesn’t know what it’s for.

He makes his way out of his bed, wanting to crane his head down the hall and see who else was woken. But Bdubs groans and pulls back on the chain.

“Time to shreep.” He mumbles. “Too early.”

Through the open window Impulse can see Bigb, charging down the hall looking panicked. Ren is at his heels, whining and barking at the sirens.

Close behind them, Martyn is checking every room, with Cleo complaining loudly behind him.

His door opens, “Are you alive?” Martyn asks and, seeing Impulse sitting there with Bdubs still beside him, barges in.

“Martyn!” Cleo snaps, “Stop dragging me! What are you doing?”

Martyn wastes no time in grabbing Bdubs and shaking him awake, “’Dubs? Are you there?”

When Bdubs groans weakly and pushes Martyn away, Martyn let’s out a breath of relief.

“Next room.” He demands, but Cleo stands stubbornly in the doorway.

“What is happening?” She says.

Martyn shoves at her, clearly panicked, “Cleo, move, we don’t have time for this.”

“What does the alarm mean!?” She shouts, even though she doesn’t need to shout to be heard over the noise.

“it means someone has died, okay, now move.” Martyn pushes past her, “and we need to figure out who it was, and if it was someone here or rented.”

“why?!”

Martyn stops and looks at Impulse, “get ready to run.” He says, “it might be tonight.”

And then they are both gone.

And Bdubs is already asleep again.

…

Impulse ends up carrying his sleeping soulmate. Bdubs manages to sleep through the alarms.

Most of the subjects are in the lobby, waiting. Impulse sees Martyn eyeing the red lights of the security cameras.

As soon as those lights turn off Martyn waves, getting the group’s attention.

“Hey! Hey, guys, listen.” He says, “we don’t have long, so pay attention.”

The group quiets curiously.

“Etho and Joel have just turned off the camera system, but the back up system will be on in about ten minutes.” Martyn starts, “Skizz just flat lined, so most of the Watchers are out of the lab. This is the best time to coordinate escape.”

Skizz? Skizz flat lined?

The thought settles in Impulse’s stomach like a millstone in a lake. Skizz flat lined.

Martyn is still talking. He’s handing something out to a few of the subjects. There is a copy of the lab passed around.

But Impulse isn’t really paying attention to any of it.

He can’t be dead.

He can’t.

But the alarm hasn’t stopped, and to Impulse it sounds like the constant monotonous tone of a flat line.

…

The escape fails.

Of course it does, there was no way that it could succeed. They still hadn’t gotten use to moving while tethered to someone. And Tango and Etho were drugged and sleepy. And Ren barked at any foreign movement.

And the Watchers came back far too soon.

Impulse doesn’t think they ever found Skizz. They were still in and out of the lab for hours after their initial return. He knows that if they find him soon enough, they could put him back together.

He's seen it a few times with Jimmy. The little alarms go off, a noise contained to the medical center, and the all Watchers go into a flurry to retrieve him from his renters.

He’s brought into the operating room limp, and walks out just a fine a few hours later. The Watchers are irritated after that. All tires and angry like it has taken too much out of them to keep him alive.

Impulse wonders how long they have after death to bring someone back. It has been hours, almost a full day, since Skizz’s alarm.

The system wide noise has been silenced, but Impulse can still hear the ringing of the flat line when he walks by the medical center.

…

Impulse cannot be soothed.

Bdubs can tell this, first because the weeks of close quarters has taught him how to read Impulse, and second because of how he can barely hold a conversation.

Every word has a bite to it, teeth laced with venom and fury and broken glass. Impulse doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He doesn’t want to feel anymore. Everything hurts, and everything aches, and it’s been days and days without rest from this.

The Watchers sing no dirge. There is no requiem for Impulse to hold to dearly.

Only quiet empty space, and the rhythmic counting that Bdubs has never stopped. Softly counting to the next day Impulse has to face without Skizz.

There is an anger and an ache.

And it stays and stays.

…

It is about noon when the lobby wall explodes outwards, and the subjects around it leap up and out of the way.

A black van crashes into the room, swerving to a stop.

Impulse and Bdubs are in the lobby with Etho and Joel when it happens. Etho lifts his sleepy head to stare at the rubble. Joel openly gapes.

The driver side door slams open, and Impulse feels his heart drum. Skizz stands there, pale wings, bright halo, dressed in a hoodie and jeans like he’s never seen the horrors of the lab. There is no uniform, and no collar.

Skizz hurries to open the side door, “I’m getting y’all out of here.” He shouts, “get in the van, get in the van!”

Joel tugs suddenly at Etho’s chain, but Etho needs to encouragement. They’re both hurrying to the car doors.

Skizz catches Impulse’s eyes. Impulse swallows, frozen.

“Hey man!” Skizz beams at him. Sunshine and sunshine, “Get in the van, let’s go!”

Bdubs is tugging at him, but Impulse can only stare.

“I thought you were dead.” He thinks, or whispers, or screams. “I thought you were dead.”

Skizz puts a firm hand on his shoulder, “Good to see you, dude.”

Around them, other subjects are gravitating to the noise. Skizz helps Impulse and Bdubs into the van, and others are joining them. Jimmy and Tango. Scott.

“Someone go find Scar, make sure he’s not stuck somewhere.” Skizz orders, “Ren too. I’m not leaving anyone behind.”

Impulse crams into the back of the van, feeling the way the weight shifts and creaks as all thirteen of them make their way on.

Etho murmurs something to Joel about Watchers. Next to him, Tango is nodding off, unable to stay away despite the chaos around him.

“Where’s Martyn?” Skizz asks, counting each of the people in the van, “and Pearl. Where are they?”

“Rented.” Scott says. “they’re not here right now.” Instead of Pearl, Scott seems to be tethered to a weight. Cleo has the same ball-and-chain attached to her.

Skizz grimaces.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Scar shouts. “Sorry, we couldn’t get Grian to move.”

When Impulse cranes his head to look out the tinted windows, he can see Bigb sprinting up to the van, desperately pushing a wheelchair with both Scar and Grian in it. Grian is twitching angrily like he’s upset at being saved. Ren is bounding right behind them.

Skizz does another count as Scar is lifted out of his chair and pulled into someone’s lap. Grian is tugged along too, although he looks like he might start to fight back soon. Ren is pushed into the van, and Bigb closes the door behind him.

“That’s everyone. Go.” Joel demands.

“Pearl and Martyn-” Scott begins weakly, and his protests are shut down by the jolt of the van.

Impulse can see the Watchers surrounding the vehicle, just a few minutes too late to stop them from all getting in.

They are shouting, but the purring of the engine and the walls of the van are soft and sweet, letting no violence in. Skizz steps on the gas, and cranks the wheel to drive right back out of the lobby.

There is a small series of beeping that comes from everyone’s collar.

Ren jumps up, clearly panicked by the noise. Or maybe he knows what it means.

Because a moment later there is a prick at the back of Impulse’s neck, right where his collar meets his skin.

His stomach drops with the realization.

Etho recognizes it too, “We’ve just been drugged.” He mumbles. Then he turns to Skizz, “Skizz, they got us.”

But his words slur, and Skizz can only glance at him in confusion. The van goes barreling through the opening of the wall.

There are distant gunshots.

Impulse is nodding off, but he knows that’s weird. The Watchers don’t shoot at them, they would get hurt. Why guns now?

The vehicle stutters underneath them, and Skizz swears.

They swerve as they make it outside. The van is failing for sure, but Skizz keeps urging it on.

Impulse passes out before the car stops.

…

Impulse almost expects to wake up back home.

Maybe on the couch, curled next to his best friend. Or maybe in bed with his wife at his side.

But he is greeted with the same white walls. The same collar at his throat. He’s not tied to Bdubs anymore, but he still feels anchored to this place.

Next to him, Skizz is waking slowly. He is in uniform again, metal collar and all. He groans and rubs his eyes, and Impulse feels his stomach twist.

They had been so close.

He could taste it.

But still, they end up back here again. And like always Grian is standing and gesturing grandly around the new building.

“Welcome to Limited Life.” He declares, “Enjoy your stay.”

[tripledipperdude]

Get well soon, mista dubs!!

[themoonandthedogstar]

Thinking about how what drives Louis into the sun is Armand telling him his sisterdaughter (Claudia) didn’t love him like his husband (Lestat) and boyfriend (Armand) did

[smillyscoundrel]

I have not posted here in.... uhhhh to long

[solargeist]

Skizz being on hermitcraft is funny bc most people draw him like an angel, big ole wings and a halo

but i also draw grian as an angel--the watcher kind

they look So different, grian doesnt even have a halo !

[aroacepotatoo]

WRITING MASTERPOST

seen some of these so thought i'd do one for myself! (hopefully will start adding when they update here too :3)

CURRENTLY BEING UPDATED:

Soulmate's Street: double life inspired fic where the cast all live on the same street and slowly develop and mend friendships and relationships (i also made a lot of people a-spec lol)

The Strings Of My Heart: a superhero au where grian and scar are newbies who are trying to catch mumbo and martyn (with desert duo and watchers lore to go along with it)

Hating But Loving You With All Of My Heart: a ranchers royal au where their in an arranged marriage and decided to act like they hate each other in the hopes to get the wedding canceled (all while falling for each other and trolling their siblings along the way)

those are the three fics i'm currently updating! and as for some other stuff i've posted:

MISCELLANEOUS ONE OFFS:

convenient store questions: aroace boatboys fic of them unintentionally but intentionally messing with gem

hiding the hurt: 5 + 1 thing hurt/comfort fic of grian dealing with the watchers bullshit after they refuse to accept his no contact stance by himself for awhile until he tells his friends/family

Babe: the badboys and gem being chaotic roommates with her being super confused about the fact that they call eachother babe

Cuddle puddle: the badboys just cuddling in peace when gem comes asking if they have sugar. banter and confusion ensue...

Earmuffs: a hurt comfort clock duo fic where bdubs tries to find a solution to help with the horns bothering impulse (also impulse has misophonia)

I Don't Like Him That Way! (But I Do): a little prequel kind of thing to the strings of my heart with annoying sibling teasing and desert duo

Freckles: a boatboys/ethoslab fic where the gang ask etho why he wears his mask and his response just makes them confused

Nervous Butterflies: an ahasbands date fic where neither of them know what their doing and everythings awkward but it all works out (they're also aroace :3)

The Way I Feel About You: aroace ahasbands coffession fic that's awkward and silly

and those are all the fics! (or atleast the ones i'm proud of anyway...) i have some other one offs and longer series in the drafts too, and i'll update this post if/when i actually post those! if you consider checking any of these out, i'd really appreciate it! you can also ask questions if you want, i'd love to answer those!

Have a lovely day! <3

[cuntylestat]

not daya betty in that jes from rock of love season 1 hair...

[darkdemeter]

I just thought of something that might be a little cute! I think the Watcher doesn’t have an official name, but Child S/O gives him a name, Clock! Because she thinks Watcher’s name comes from a watch; and a watch indicates time like a clock! Of course he might not like that.

Aheh! That’s actually quite cute!!

“Clock!”

“What the bloody hell are you rambling on about?!”

“Clock! You… arw… Clock!

“Eugh, I think the mouth breather has gone batshit, War. You’d best put it out of its misery…”

War actually puts it together pretty quickly and he lets out the smallest chuckle. It’s faint, barely there, and it shocks the Watcher.

“And what are you laughing at?”

“At you… Clock.”

Meanwhile child reader is drawing some shapes into the dirt. Clocks. Practicing how to read the certain times.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Understandably So no one mentions charles when talking about the Logan movie and again Understandably So This Aint Bout Him however i do confess that as someone who had never seen Logan until like. a month ago when i was binging all the movies and without knowing a single thing about it aside from laura i cant lie i was in fact jumpscared by him being there. especially for at least like 3/4s of the movie

[carbonatedpitt]

I finally finished nightmare time

fucking transcendent

my belly well is so full of lore

[timetrek24]

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⚙️ Both models house a fully automatic mechanical movement, visible through the skeleton dial and exhibition case back. The Ingersoll caliber IN 735 automatic watch movement (Base caliber: Shanghai 2L27 by Shanghai Watch Factory).

🎲 With their limited production and unique aesthetic, the Las Vegas IN6909RBK and IN6909RBR are sought-after by collectors and watch enthusiasts. Their blend of heritage, mechanical artistry, and bold design makes them a true statement piece.

TimeTrek: From Classic Gears to Futuristic Wonders

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The sexual-innuendo-per-minute rate of this episode was so high, and Shane set the tone for that the moment he decided to wear those 5 inch inseam shorts

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Just some random lazy doodles :_]

Bonus: gift for @whyiliketitantvman

Susan doesn't used to give gifts or normally communicating with other people(except for her friends and plants), so if she gives you a gift and talked to you that only means you're blessed :_]