Looks like I'm gonna be on strike next week (wed-fri) for the first time in my life!
(We're protesting our current right wing government that's attempting to worsen things for workers and unemployed people, and basically everyone who isn't rich or a big company)
Technically I'm not a member of the striking union, and thus won't get paid for my strike days (I belong to a different unemployment fund that isn't part of this strike) but most of the people here including our department managers are all walking out, plus I also want to put up a middle finger at the current government so I'm going too.
Looks like a great excuse to go visit my family for an extended weekend!
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"Funnily enough, it never made me afraid of the water o-or whales o-or anything like that, when I first heard it," Susannah confessed with a small shrug and a smile: She could understand why it would frighten some children upon hearing it, but to her, she never questioned the inherent strangeness of the story, nor did it frighten her the way the tales of the Fae did. She just went along with its fairy tale logic, never giving it a second thought as a child.
"I just...thought it was very...well, very romantic, as a girl," she continued, her tone softening as she brushed a loose black lock of hair from her face as she recalled those childhood days of laying in a patch of sunlight in the living room, laying on her stomach as she reread the tale over and over and over again, always loving that the prince remained so true to Trembling, even when Fair tried to pass herself off as her sister. His putting the sword between them in their marriage bed, noting it would be cold come morning if she were trying to deceive him (and sure enough, it was), to say nothing of his determination in rescuing her from the whale, was so chivalrous and grand to her as a child that she always found her eyes roving over those paragraphs in particular, and those beautiful accompanying illustrations.
(Now that she thought about it, there was something strikingly similar about Philippe and the prince on the page...both in their personalities and in their angelic appearances, blond-haired noblemen who loved fiercely and loyally...)
She was quick to discard this overly-romantic notion, averting her gaze as she tucked the lock back out of her face, saying simply, "It...it was my most favorite fable growing up. Still is, I suppose. I...I enjoyed the love story then, and I...I still do now."
Even if I don't believe in love at first sight... she thought somewhat bitterly to herself.
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Reminded today of how weirdly liberating it was to have a family meeting earlier this year and realise, in a sudden moment of clarity, that I Don't Like My Older Cousin.
I suddenly went "oh THAT'S what that weird tension I felt around her every time we met in the 30+ years of life I've known her is!", and was able to pinpoint the exact reasons why I don't like her.
Extremely satisfying realisation for my emotionally repressed self, 10/10.
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You know it’s incredible how delusional I am... like one minute i’m convinced that they are finally FINALLY giving us some clues that Buddie is happening... I mean 6x16 was filled with crumbs, just for it to all come crashing down at the end of yesterday’s episode.
But I’m not me if I don’t put the clown costume and makeup on, so I still have hope.
Let’s think about it, Natalia who prepares people for death (the end of something) is brought into Buck’s life, and all of his past flings/relationships are too... that has to mean something??? We see Lucy (which btw why did Buck look so apprehensive), and Taylor when neither of them were talked about in so long... we had what’s her face come in at the end (she’s going to solve things with her baby daddy, don’t get me started-- they better not end up together, i do not like the way he looked at her in his bed at the end of the episode) and Natalia walks out. Then we have Eddie bumping into that girl in the hardware store but literally, it’s so random? idk I have a feeling that they are both going to try to get into a relationship but for Buck, that girl (I’m so sorry I forget her name) is going to go back to Connor (I think that’s his name) and for Eddie he’s going to realize that she isn’t right for him, that this is what he meant for someone who just “walks into his life”
Soooo while Buck is thinking about how he wants someone who is always by his side and Eddie is thinking about how he wants someone who naturally walks into his life... they will finally open their eyes and see that they are thinking of each other. Thus, the season ends with them on the sofa (yes I believe in the sofa theory) with Chris showing his project, and them finally getting together (a perfect way to part from Fox).
Also next season, Madney’s wedding will hopefully happen and they can be cute boyfriends in tuxes (a parallel to when Eddie had a panic attack with Ana)
I AM WELL AWARE THAT I AM DELUSIONAL BUT I AM IN DENIAL SHHH
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Finally got my best friend to help me with my at home blood test and I didnt bleed enough so he stabbed me for NOTHING.
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Since Oliver and I are British, I’m gonna start calling the “couch theory,” the “sofa theory,” nobody can stop me.
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Finally updated the wall displays from the last few months. Some people frame their playbills. Some people have too many to even consider that.
I make these with the use of my workplace's handy dandy laser printer. I used to scan each playbill I'd get and tape it behind a black border I'd cut out, but then I ended up filling the walls, so I had to downsize. Now everything's 5x7.5 inches, including the border (with a little extra for the laminate).
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chain of events that i keep compulsively rotating in my mind: my parents raise me > i am insane in a way where i am drawn to the symbolism of dogs > i move out my parents' house > my childhood dog dies > i realise my parents raising me and my being insane are connected > my parents get a new puppy > i write a poem about being unable to stomach yelling at the puppy > the puppy grows up > the now-dog develops a worrying habit of barking and snarling at people and dogs unprovoked > i sit next to my mother on the sofa as we watch a dog training show and she makes a comment about how dogs pick up on feelings. how they can smell them. how it makes sense, that he's like this. she doesn't specify what feelings he's been raised steeped in. she doesn't need to > he's just scared, she says. he's lashing out because he's scared > i have never told her she hurt me and i don't know i ever will
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my mom: kal tiffin me phul gobi bana du?
my dad: nahi, kal bhindi banana
my mom: aree phul gobi banati hu na
my dad: maine kaha na, mujhe bhindi chahiye
my dramatic asf mom: mere husband mujhko pyar nahi karte
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