helpful tattoo reminder: they are technically Injuries so u have to eat a lot of calories drink a lot of water and sleep a lot after so your body can Heal The Injury
another helpful tattoo reminder: the 24-48 hours after you get a tattoo your brain can not be trusted in regards to whether or not you should have gotten that tattoo, if you have somehow ruined your life, if it turned out ugly, etc. ignore that
finally, while i am at it: always bring a candy bar and a sugary drink to your appointment for blood-sugar reasons (worst case scenario) or so you can have a treat (unilaterally applicable)
this has been your friendly neighborhood haver of 19* tattoos (assorted sizes and placements)
*not totally sure here. bad at counting
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actually im gonna be honest some rules should be followed. people aren’t “boring” or like losers or whatever for not wanting you to smoke in the back stairwell directly next to their dorm room when school policy is 25 feet from any buildings. like that’s genuinely a matter of public health it doesn’t matter if you think smoking is cool or whatever.
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i hate it when customers get mad about policy and go “well i’ve always thought it worked differently” like ok. when i was a kid i thought the drains in sinks and bathtubs lead to Hell and i would pour things down them for the dead people. it turns out that you can think things that aren’t true
i hate it when customers get mad about policy and go “well i’ve always thought it worked differently” like ok. when i was a kid i thought the drains in sinks and bathtubs lead to Hell and i would pour things down them for the dead people. it turns out that you can think things that aren’t true
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ykw i am having so much fan watching you be a hater, that i’ve decided to ask for more. PLEASE give us a rant about a book you hated.
Haha aw I'm honored. And uh I hope you don't have any particular attachment to Becky Chambers. Sorry in advance.
But A Psalm for the Wild-Built won a Hugo and I do not get the love. Book 1 was nice enough, yeah. Book 2 had me tearing my hair out.
Sibling Dex is a restless Tea Monk who serves the God of Small comforts on the science-fantasy planet of Panga. I genuinely love the idea of a tea monk - part therapist, part confessor, travels around to the different towns, mixes tea blends for people, lets them talk about their worries and fears and stresses, and gives them, if not advice, then sympathy and a listening ear and some calming tea. This is meaningful work but they're unhappy. After doing this for a while they're still unsatisfied with their life, so they go into the woods searching for self-actualization, and meet a robot named Mosscap, a wild robot that lives in the woods. See, hundreds of years ago, all the robots "woke up" and became sentient one day, then they staged a quiet rebellion against humanity's greed and industrialization by walking into the woods and never coming back. Now, the continent is split in half: humans stay on the Human Side, and robots stay on the Robot Side. The Robot Side is kept wild and humans are discouraged from going in there because humans can't be trusted not to ruin Nature. The rpbots are welcome to come to the Human Side, they just never have. Dex is the first person in a While to venture into the woods of the Robot Side, and the first human since the great walkout to see a robot. Mosscap gives Dex a lot of philosophical pep talks about not pushing themself so hard, about allowing themself to just rest and appreciate the world without feeling like they need to be Providing A Service to justify their existence. It's a nice theme. Underbaked, imo, but nice. Relateable.
Book 2 was a goddamn mess.
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i order an espresso in the smallest porcelain cup and leave lipstickmarks on the rim and when the man on dishwasher duty sighs and turns it over to wash it he sees a second, perfect shaped lipstickmark on the bottom of the cup directed only at him. for his troubles. and wishes from the bottom of his heart that a building crashes on top of me and im never found whole nor recovered
where were you when you found out trump got shot
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a lot of life can be persevered thru by secretly playing pretend in your mind the whole time
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Love being fun and silly with strangers… Today at the farmers market the hummus guy saw my bag and was like “We’re filling that up right??” and I was like Twist my arm!! and we both hooted. Then at the end he was like “By the way the baklava is only half sliced so make sure to slice before serving… that is, if you’re going to share!!” and I was like “Oh I wouldn’t count on that!! 😉😉” and we shared another hearty laugh. I love playing in this space with you
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so i have a reblog and put in the tags game for y'all
you know how when you have a modern/mundane AU for a work of fiction that is set in a more heightened universe
--a fantasy world, or a scifi setting, etc; a world which is definitely not our own,
there's this process, in fic, of translating characters' personality, backstory, major themes, character arc, and relationship dynamics so that they fit and are recognizable in this setting that looks basically like our own?
you get a guy whom you could hypothetically pass on the streets outside, and yet if you read their story in a fic you'd still see how her being a CEO stands in for being an evil queen, or how his dom/sub kink and his unresolved shame over it exists because of how badly he handled his conflicting knight's loyalties in the original work, or how their shitty retail job is basically equivalent to life as a cyborg rented out by callous capitalists, or how escaping from a mundanely abusive family translates from his rebellion against his assassin family.
alright, let's do that for ourselves, but backwards.
imagine that you're the modern/mundane AU version of a character from a cooler universe. reblog and put in the tags: what genre of universe is it and what kind of character is your og self?
#I'm the barkeep who people ask if I've heard any rumors lately or if there are any jobs to be had#in either some kind of town cadfael goes through or maybe the jianghu#what if I had a work tag#the twist is that I can and will lie or not divulge depending on the dialogue option the players pick#friendship bar must be this high to participate!
i see posts here about how people are so mortified when they are acknowledged as being a regular customer somewhere that they never return. cowards. the employees at taco bell treat me like a celebrity. like royalty. i am their strange little pet customer who gets traded along as staff comes and goes. they know my car before i even speak in the drive-thru speaker. today i was 2 hours late and she ran over and squealed that she "thought i'd left them!" and that she "made my order with extra love!" and you what, she did
it's funny that this is getting notes again, because last night i went to the thai place in my neighborhood. it's run by a family and during covid times i ate there literally almost every day. later i cut back on eating out so much and hadn't been there in two years but last night we went and ate inside for the first time ever and the owner ran over to say hello and ask how i was, and repeated our old regular order. it was sweet. it's so easy to feel like you are an island, but stuff like this reminds you that you are part of a community.
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Sharif S. Elmusa, from "A Day in the Life of Nablus", Flawed Landscape: Poems 1987-2008 [ID'd]