#i am irritated

[cheezyratz]

Is it my perfectionism or does everyone cry when they try to draw

[readwriteannplay]

Somebody at Best Buy I guess did not understand how deluxe sets work or something, saw all their customers ordering the Final Fantasy VII Rebirth deluxe sets but lacked the steel book it came with as a separate item, and added the steel book item to people's orders to "complete" it.

And Fucking Best Buy saw that and said, "Hey, this seems like duplicated orders, better just cancel everything without looking into it!" and then DID. And THEN, on top of that, when the flood of people calling freaking out about their canceled orders, they realized what they'd done, they didn't do the smart option of earmarking copies for those affected customers. They just sent an email saying, "Oh hey, our bad, place a new order! :D" Never mind how anticipated this game is. As long as Best Buy got their money, they don't give a crap who buys the newly-freed up stock. It's "coming soon" on Best Buy's website, so even if I did give in and make an online account for BB, I STILL couldn't replace my order.

Fuck it. For the 3rd game, whenever that happens, whatever the ridiculously-sized statuette is, I'm buying the collector's edition from Square. This is BS.

[shinesurge]

did yall know cricut put a metal strip in the back of their newer Maker 3 that doesn't do anything except pop out after like six months of regular use and force you to call customer service so they can tell you to replace the machine

well they did and instead of calling them and replacing an entire functional fucking machine you can just cut the bar out and put tape over what's left

fuck offfff,

[ikiprian]

Ghost Kitchen (brought to you by criminal entrepreneur, Red Hood)

Danny’s got the easiest job in Gotham.

He works as a fry cook at a shoddily-run, independent burger joint. Hardly anyone comes in, despite prices being criminally low, and portions insanely large, and while the manager looks like the average tough-as-nails ex-con, he lets Danny mess around in the kitchen whenever the place is empty. (Which is often. This place has to be the city’s hidden gem or something!)

Mr. Manager’s the only one ever there with Danny, except for sometimes when his buddies come over to smoke and play cards. Danny would find it shady, except part of his job is not to ask questions. Literally, he was told during the interview.

(It was a weird interview. Why would they need to hire someone who’s been in a gunfight before? Like, he has, but Gotham’s idea of “hirable qualities” is so bizarre.)

So instead he whips up some killer burgers with the frozen ingredients, and basks in the praise as the guys tell him he shouldn’t have, he does too much for this joint, ain’t that friendly!

Now, Danny’s a chef on the newer side. As a teen he’d preferred the look of Nasty Burger over anything with Michelin stars, and he only really took up cooking after Jazz moved out for college. But just like ecto-exposure used to turn the groceries sentient, Danny’s low-level ecto signature imbues all his food with something historically haunted Gothamites just love! And Danny’s never been one to half-ass a job when it makes people happy.

With fresher produce, real meat, Danny’s sure he can take his dishes to the next level. It takes a couple months of badgering, but his manager finally agrees to contact the mysterious store owner, who keeps the place going, despite profits Danny knows have to be in the red.

Danny spends the morning prepping. He pours his heart into his food, eager to impress. The big boss will be here soon, and he wants to prove that despite the dangerous location, this place has real potential!

It isn’t until the Red Hood shows up that Danny realizes he’s been working for a money laundering scheme.

[heavenpierceher]

this post was poorly worded and ambiguous. sorry

[notbecauseofvictories]

I think the most terrifying part of any relationship is the ongoing awareness that you are going to have to trust someone when they appear to like or love you. There is no objective way to check your status with someone, no app that will say "they like you overall but are mad at you right now, specifically for x or y or a vague z thing that you didn't even clock when it was happening. But! if you send them a nice card and small gift, they will forget about it and return to base level affection"

instead, you have to just....keep having a relationship with that person, doing big and small things with or for them, and praying that you will both be brave and evolved enough to raise x/y/z as an issue if it genuinely is problem.

Mortifying ordeal of being known, down to your very gluons, and disliked.

[broth-boy]

i swear to god tumblr please do fucking something about the bots, my notes are more bot follows than human interaction and i don't even post that much right now

we all joke that this is hellsite and everything is broken but for the love of God fix this one fucking thing please

[lerogue]

I am going to be free from this job soon, but the crippling anxiety and fear of underperforming has me so sick to my stomach I can hardly think straight. Physically my body is rebelling and I know it's just a few more days til my last day, but man oh man, the temptation to walk out in this very moment is so tempting I can hardly even function.

And to the ppl I ovehear talking about how gen z or young ppl these days don't have a work ethic like they used to, let me say this: HUSH.

I'm sorry that I don't want to go beyond the 40 hrs I put in during the work week. Overtime pay is not even an option. And tbh, I would like to do my job and be able to complete my job during the time we agreed upon when I started working here.

There is no reason I should be debating with myself whether or not I can take my personal hours off the clock to catch up on things bc we have a system that was grandfathered in that is outdated and the last person was willing to overwork themselves to cater to his company.

Im sorry, but no. And I hate that my team will have to deal with the loose ends, but there is no way my mental health can sustain this any longer. It is what it is.

[tapakah0]

Eh, almost forgot ;~;; Commission for sweet @celestialrose3 ;;~;;; Thank you so much *bows*

[quinn-of-aebradore]

I have to say, all the compliments to Taliesin for what he’s doing with Ashton right now, knowing the things he’s said on Talks and such about Percy, I have to believe the level on which Ashton is being deeply frustrating right now is intentional and fucking kudos to him for pulling it off so successfully cause I am infuriated XD

[blakescorneroftheunknown]

Once again I return to present the love of my life my pride and joy

Tap / click for better quality

[starryeyesmasc]

tonight I’m thinking about getting on a girl’s nerves so much she shuts me gladly tf up by sitting on my face

Maybe I’ve been teasing her too long about something and she’s had enough, maybe she just needs to take out some frustrations from her long day. Either way as soon as her hand’s around my throat I know exactly how this is going to go. And I can’t help but smile for it.

She pushes me onto my back and straddles my face and as soon as she starts grinding her cunt into my mouth it feels like heaven. She’s already so fucking wet, already dripping down my chin, and like she senses I’m about to tease her for it she doubles down and huffs don’t you fucking dare or I won’t let you cum for a month.

I give her a little salute and anchor my hands on her ass—any other day that normally drives her wild—but she grabs my hands and pins them above my head.

Stay still or I stop and neither of us gets what we want. You’re not even going to move a pretty finger to touch yourself either, okay?

I can’t really nod, so I do the next best thing and hum my agreement against her cunt. The vibrations make her squirm and I smirk at seeing her fight a moan in favour of keeping the stern tone we both love. She continues rutting into my mouth, drawing every ounce of pleasure she can from me. Every angle, every slow grind, every frantic thrust. From my vantage point I get to see all of her expressions in ecstasy as she works herself to the edge.

When she cums it’s with a broken moan that’s loud enough I know we’ll be getting some neighbour complaints again. As she twitches I pull a hand free and stroke her hip bone with my thumb. The touch is grounding, I know, and as she rides out her orgasm she doubles and threads her fingers through my hair in a mirrored gesture. She hauls herself off my face and I take a moment to catch my breath. Her eyes flick to me and I grin breathlessly. I have to look a sight—naked from the waist up and shining with her cum and there’s probably a tomato stain on my boxers from the shrek pizza we made last night—but she stares like I’m something wondrous. Then her eyebrows furrow and I get a millisecond to think fuck I’m in trouble before she has me face down in the duvet with my boxers out of the picture. I’m completely bare to her, and she trails her fingers around my cunt, chuckling at the state she’s reduced me to.

A calculating fingertip circles my clit and her voice reaches me as her other hand squeezes at my ass. Payback, bitch. You like running that mouth so much I’m going to make you scream yourself hoarse.

[the-library-alcove]

If you want to see a prime example, perhaps almost the platonic ideal, of what the problem is with having "not bigoted" be an identity, rather than a descriptor or ideal, look no further than this fun set of posts from @behemocoatyl from yesterday (23/2/24):

(I was blocked within ten minutes of making this response, btw)

And then there was this:

And this:

Well, as I'm blocked, and they've declared that they can't be antisemitic because "they're a good person", I just... want to play with that mindset a bit. Tweak it just a little, to show how that doesn't work. But gently. I don't think I have to go too far to show how self-absolving yourself of bigotry doesn't work...

There we go! Isn't that a helpful illustration of the problem?

I hope they have a wonderful day too!

[blue-mood-blue]

Rio’s request for Miles, before everything went way, way off the rails, was to take care of her little boy when no one else would - treat him kindly and remind him that he belongs

How literally do you think Miles is going to take that

Miles (1610): I just want you to know, if nobody else told you today… I love you

Miles (42): No

Miles (1610): I appreciate you and how talented you are at punching things

Miles (42): No shut up

Miles (1610): And even though you’re not a spidey and were prevented from your fate of becoming a spidey due to circumstances outside of your control in a cosmic mistake that only made your life worse, I want you to know… you belong

Miles (42): Shut up shut up shut up I hate you

[not-terezi-pyrope]

Words cannot express how disinterested I am in litigating "transfem vs transmasc oppression Olympics" or what words people are allowed to use to describe their experiences of discrimination.

The fact that this would be even a category of discourse distinct enough to have a strong opinion about is just fairly repellent to me. Who looks at transfem and transmasc experiences and instead of being like "yes solidarity in the trans experience" is like "my team has to win out over the other one and stake our exclusive territorial claim in the oppression discourse wars".

Just never something that would occur to me, sorry I just don't think like that. Trans dudes are based. Of course there are different struggles if you're transmasc and transfem, that's self-evident, but like, it frankly just seems in fucking poor taste to try and rank that and try and find things to hold over one another, no?

[shmaroace]

my life is not a tragedy because i am aromantic my life is not sad because i am aromantic my existence is not unfulfilled because i am aromantic. there is happiness without romance