#printer isnt working

[knifebucket]

there are some things in my life that are so obscenely difficult and have so many freak roadblocks that I can't help but think that the universe has cursed me specifically

[arielluva]

felt bored tonight so i decided to print out and color some production material from utena :3

i was a bit limited in my color choice since i only had access to botanical prismacolors, but through the power of color mixing i think it turned out alright :)

[johnnycrass]

another reason im itching to leave my current job, besides making 15 hourly which shouldnt even be legal but thats how small businesses are, is that i HATE working with so many men. ofc i believe we need major labor reform in the usa and i understand the importance of blue collar jobs i respect people in those fields yes yes yes. but when u actually work with a bunch of blue collar men ur like wow these guys are horrible people 😂😂 anyways i start new job for 20 hourly next monday

[greencarnation]

Printed some fliers and stickers to put up around town tomorrow. Remember that posting isn't the only way to spread awareness and build public consciousness in your area

[heavenlystupid]

also i have camp tmmr. im scared. i hate orch nerds.

[magiefish]

Tell me more about this two women of London business,,,,

It's a retelling by a feminist Scottish author called Emma Tennant set in the 80s that centres on an almost entirely all female cast. It's also told entirely as an epistolary narrative. The plot centres around the figures of Ms Eliza Jekyll, the manager of a recently created gallery who's very 'girl boss feminism' and has also conspicuously not aged since all her old friends last saw her, and Mrs. Hyde, an impoverished mother of two who Really Hates Men and is inexplicably hideous for undefinable reasons. It's a pretty good retelling that uses the whole Jekyll-Hyde thing to explore womanhood under patriarchy and second wave discussions like 'should female success be measured by how far someone advances through the preexisting system or how much they dismantle it?' It does have some discussions of SA because it takes place against the historical backdrop of The Notting Hill Rapist but it's never anything too prominent or upsetting. Overall it's pretty good but idk how much it's in print anymore. The copy I own is a hand-me-down from my mother so if you're interested I wish you luck with finding it.

[orcelito]

I'm going to fucking throttle something

[foxcassius]

are you ever talking with someone who is just so delusional and you really dont know what to say so youre just like. yeah man youre right. idk why they said that to u.

[downfallofi]

Making it at least once, if not twice, a week now, I've come to my desk at work and found a passive-aggressive sticky note from Felicia taped to my computer, and I'm like bro how is my workplace nemesis a twenty-five year old white girl

[mayochickenn]

I FORGOT i have been getting into 3d sculpting lately and tried to print my OC

[nyctarian]

instagram started recommending me videos of people making mini zines (here and here for some examples) and its been long enough since i made one that i was like, sure why not its been a bit, and i ended up making this. not entirely happy with all of it but it was nice to feel like i was actually making something for the first time in a while

image sources: 2 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8

[1071png]

I've restocked these bastards

I've finally realized my Simon Blackquill related dreams

look at this guy! Its also comes with a sticker the chains are from the hardware store and reaaally sturdy, so youre NOT gonna lose this guy from your bag xD

avaliable in my store -> LINK

Ive put some prints and other up too

[phynoma]

Another project, another day using percentile dice as a row tracker

[blueaprondelight]

hi. this is also a smutty 18+ only blurb, minors go get your smut fix somewhere else cause it aint from me.

no thoughts but secretly hooking up with carmen.

it’s just casual between you two. you both agreed; no feelings, just sex.

it started small, at first. he was stressed at work and you offered to help him with inventory one late night. and well? one thing led to another. suddenly, you’re sat on his desk, spread open as he laps desperately at your cunt, fingers curling inside of you as you moan his name like its a prayer.

it isnt long after that you propose a.. co workers with benefits ordeal. he gets you, you get him. simple.

—

its second nature at this point, truthfully.

it was a stressful lunch rush. the printer had been malfunctioning all day, leading to some orders not coming through or at all, until nat had to fix the issue.

after a few meltdowns, explitives and throwing of potatoes from the head chef, he walks up behind you as you’re cutting something up.

“my office.” is all he whispers to you, before he’s walking towards his office. you ask another chef to take over for you, grateful that they do, as you follow him.

your asks of “what’s going on?” is muffled when he presses your back against the oak door, his lips on yours in an instant.

“god, i need you so bad.” if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he sounds like he’s begging. but you can tease him on that later.

you begin unbuttoning his chefs coat, then taking off his undershirt. from there its a toss of clothes.

your pants, his pants, your panties.. his fingers in you.

he prefers to finger you first. get you worked up for him, have you begging for just a little bit more friction, begging for more of him.

“shit, babe. already so wet for me.” he murmurs, as he fucks you with his fingers. he knows when to curl them, he knows where to arch them at, he knows everything about you.

after a few orgasms (most of which he had to coax out of you with praises and promises he’d fuck you good), he finally took his boxers off. disregarding them aside along with your panties that were already thrown to the floor, he slides you closer to him where you lay on the desk.

you and him dont have a lot of time before anyone would notice its suspicious you’ve both been gone so long. so, he thrusts into you at a pace thats enjoyable but will let you both finish quickly.

a few rubs of your clit, sucks of your neck, and him thrusting into that spot? yeah. you’re done quickly. so is he.

getting you both cleaned up, you slip your clothes and chefs coats back on. you head back out to your stations at seperate times.

one mississippi, two mississippi, three.. then you walk out.

casual. second nature.

—

it isnt until you go back to your station you realize tina is looking at you weirdly. “what? did i miss something?” you ask her as you resume your cooking.

“not at all, carmen.” she says. you’re about to ask what the hell she means when you realize.

both of you have white chefs coats.

well, shit.

[strangegutz]

Have you ever experimented with dolls if smaller sizes? Or different types of joints? And have you thought of doing any other types of toys? Still character pieces I mean, like sofubi or miniature figures? Btw this isnt a request I just love toys and wanna hear your thoughts on other styles

Smaller yes, these little guys are the smallest I can get without it being too difficult - I think they were about 5 inches? Anything under 6 gets really tricky

Other types of joints? No thanks. If I hand sculpted BJDs nobody would want to buy em at the price I'd have to charge. Maybe if I had a 3D printer, but I ain't got that kind of money.

Other types of "toys," sure, I've done some plush work from time to time

And occasionally make static sculptures

But making static full body figures is a bit difficult for me, and I'm never sure if they'd actually sell, so I stick with dolls as to not waste time. Maybe in the future, you can see here I use sculpture stuff as a chance to be a bit more experimental, which I have much more fun with, but people prefer cuter dolls, so I go with the demand.

I will say that if I got a resin 3D printer it would change my LIFE, but that'll be a hot minute, if ever

[ariasautumn]

Clock in

Summary : Reader realizes they’re stuck in the same day. Weird déjà vu. Matt’s aloof, kind of skeptical — until he starts noticing it too. They agree to track the days.

warnings: cursing,nothing else really.

english isnt my first language

not proofread

this fics song

You woke up and got ready,putting your casette of “everybody wants to rule the world” on.You danced to the song in your pyjama shirt and after that you started getting your hair ready for work,you start today at 4PM and its currently 2PM in your apartment.You got your hair ready and uniform on in just enough time that you werent late.

You walked inside and started working,but after a few orders you saw your colleague matt,you weren’t bestfriends or anything,you guys know eachother and sometimes talk during work but otherwise you guys dont talk.looking just as confused as you were.You walked up to him to talk to him.

“Hey,matt” you said looking at him “is it just me or does today feel eerily similar to yesterday?” matt shook his head “no,for me too,the last three orders ive had were the same people like yesterday,the sneezes or hair flicks at the same time too.This is weird.” you nodded at him and looked around,and suddenly at the callender,it was still on yesterdays date you thought.You asked another colleague and she refused,saying it was tuesday and not wednesday.You walked to matt again “everyone around here thinks its thursday,but thursday was yesterday..”

You and matt both looked confused.What was happening to you two?,and why do only you two remember the date and yesterday?You two decided to ignore it.But as you were working suddenly the jukebox started glitching,the bext song wasn’t supposed to come yet,but it did.It was ‘time after time’.bit in the middle of the song,for a few seconds the vocals reverse into a slow warbling whisper.This happened at 5:15.

The next weird thing happened at 6pm,A regular named Lou slides into Booth 6 and tells the same story about his dog “Sneakers” running off… even though you’ve never heard it before. He laughs at the punchline before Reader can react

the third weird thing happened at 7:30,meal swap, The ticket printer spits out “Club Sandwich, no mayo,” but the cook calls back, “Sorry, we’re out—have some scrambled eggs?” you watch as the same perfect plate of eggs lands at every table.You thought it was weird,all the plates scrambled egg looked exactly the same,and plastic for some reason.This was gettibg weirder and scarier.

At 8:55 the fourth and last weird thing of the day happened.Your Shift ends.You shut off the coffee machine; Matt unplugs the jukebox. They lock up and go home. you sen a text to a friend about the weird day—but it never delivers.This was called closing time reset.

what will happen tommorow?

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