The problem with the idea of 8 hours of work, 8 hours of sleep and 8 hours of recreation as a structure for a day is that it simply can’t work that way. If I’m expected to be at work at 9, then my work day must begin at 7. Allowing myself a rushed experience to wake up and get to work. And I live close to work. So either my recreation or my sleep needs to take a hit, but for some people it could be more. 8 hours a day, 5 days a week as a basis for full time work is honestly unreasonable at that point. Because it isn’t actually 40 hours a week, it’s 50 hours a week lost to a job, of which 10 is unpaid.
some of my coworkers have 2h of transit to get to work, which takes 4-5h off their free time. working full time is a bad idea and shouldve never been a thing
And let’s not forget that maintaining a clean home and providing food for yourself takes over 20 hours a week (appx 20 hours in-house, and varying hours spent running outside errands) if you are completely abled.
@indigopersei is the french language just always on the verge of getting someone accused of assault or..?
my friend, if only you knew
It’s a very dangerous language to learn
Here’s an interesting thing about French! Everything needs to have an article in front of it. That’s why it’s “la chat” as opposed to just “chat”. So, for instance, you could say la fille for the girl, or jeune fille for young girl, but you can’t just say fille, because that means you are calling her a sex worker in a derogatory way.
The moral of the story is, if you want to make something rude in French, just take out the article in front of it. Yes, this works for nearly. every. word.
Every year. Every year there’s that kid who forgets that you can’t translate “I am excited” to “Je suis excitée”. And every year Monsieur Jordan has to slam the brakes before that kid can finish his sentence and then tactfully ask him not to announce to the class that he is horny.
“is the french language always on the verge” oh buddy, oh pal, i am so happy to break this news to you:
i really don’t want to get into it. but! here i go anyway, because i’m so tired of keeping quiet, i’m so tired of suffering in silence for fear if stirring shit back up, so here the fuck goes anyway. multiple times now i’ve had all my hard work ruined by ridiculously fucking false accusations that i’m supposedly a pedophile despite NO proof of it. i’ve had my shit wrecked by “guilt by association” situations, too, where i was supposedly responsible for the mistakes of a friend, shit i wasn’t even AWARE of. all it took was a small loud group of people who decided they wanted to destroy me, and they absolutely accomplished that.
being accused of being dangerous to my fanbase, or even my baby nephew and having people believe it without question (because so many folks take callout posts at face value without fact checking), crushed my fucking soul. i lost 75% of my monthly income and had to go back to relying on my parents for financial support. i’ll be straight up honest. when i took down all my social media last winter, it was because i deadass almost killed myself. i had a plan and everything. cops showed up. it got ugly.
i’m back from that brink, i have a wonderful support system, therapy and medication, but i never fully bounced back after that.
it’s almost a blessing i got riddled with back and wrist injuries and had surgery so that i’ve been forced to take time off from content creating and just take care of myself, it may have saved my life. but that doesn’t mean i don’t have a lot of fears and hangups about what to do from here, because i just don’t know. i’m not big enough online to stay afloat if someone decides to take a big loud shit on my reputation. i’m not safe, i’ve been doxxed, people know my name and address, and the risk vs reward ratio for content making is so skewed anymore that i have lost almost all of my passion to make. just. anything, really. why bother, if anyone can destroy everything that gives my life meaning in a single day?
i’ve stopped animating entirely, drawing became a chore long ago, my creative fire was completely snuffed. i don’t know how to come back, i’m honestly just taking it one day at a time because it’s all i CAN do to function. it’s an ongoing struggle, and will continue to be as long as the status quo remains. something’s got to give, but you can’t critique callout culture on tumblr without someone accusing you of being an apologist for this or that, so i flat out stopped trying. it’s not a fight i can win. you have no idea how badly i want to fade off into obscurity and disappear, take up a different alias and start over, but i can’t. i need to make a living. i’m in too deep. i put 15 years of hard work into building the viewership i have and establishing my presence on social media.
i’m sad and scared every single day. i don’t WANT to give up, because giving up is as good as a death sentence on my happiness. i don’t plan on quitting, not anymore. but fucking hell, can you blame me for feeling like it’s all kind of pointless? my future, which once seemed all figured out, is now a huge question mark. i’ll have to wait and see now, i’ll have to re-evaluate what it means to be a creator, and rediscover why i loved making art in the first place.
all i can ask of people is to take everything you read online with a grain of salt. fact check, be a critical thinker, and make your own conclusions. most of all, realize that lives are literally at stake. falsely calling people out is not a fucking game. we have to stop scaring content creators out of creating. we have to be better.
Witches that ascribe to nazi beliefs or white supremacy have no place here. GTFO
New Rule: Even if you follow the three-fold law or the wiccan rede, it is always okay to curse nazi witches (and nazis in general). In fact, it is still totally following the wiccan rede (if you ascribe to it) because you’re preventing them from harming other folks.
And lets be real here, if you ascribe to the three-fold law and curse a nazi, only good energy will come back to you because ultimately you’re doing good by preventing them from harming others.
If anything, you can always site the time that Gardner and a bunch of other witches joined in an effort against Hitler.
This post is cursed. If your a nazi and you see this. Guess what bitch, cursed. Now fuck off my dash.
Fuck Nazis. get off my blog this content is not for you
Is anyone else unable to open the new Killing Stalking chapter? I just bought it and no matter what device I try I get the ‘comic cannot load’ error 😦
don’t mind me i’m just excited for school supplies, halloween decor, cooler weather and finally being able to wear cute socks and hoodies with pumpkins and bats on them.
you know what’s more freeing than killing yourself? running away to a small town and getting a job as a waitress. buying a cheap car and sticking a bed in the back and driving southwest. adopting a cat. learning a new instrument. moving apartments. visiting a friend in another city. chopping all your hair off.
you can kill your current life without dying. you can kill this version of you and make a new one.
maybe I’m just a bipolar sucker for rebirth but sometimes that thought is all that keeps me alive
Context: Our oracle was in desperate need of an amputation and traveled to the closest farm to get it. There, our party met a necromancer who uses dead bodies as fertilizer for his farms has a valuable spell book that has been passed on through his family for generations. Our tactless oracle wants it.
Oracle: So, if this book can only be passed on to family members, marrying you would make me a viable candidate for being the next owner?
Necromancer: I guess that’s correct, but I have no interest in you romantically. I literally just met you.
Oracle: Come on, I let you chop my arm off! That kind of trust isn’t just for strangers, right? If not romantically, perhaps sexually-
Necromancer: I just met you! No! Please stop!!!
Oracle: Just hear me out: if you were to impregnate me, then our child would inherit it, correct?
Necromancer: I grind corpses into fertilizer for a living and you’re creeping me out.
1. The Headcanon Police. The ones who freak out over someone’s interpretation of a character and then go out of their way to harass them. Even if it’s something completely miniscule.
2. The Erasure Police. The ones that jump through hoops to turn every little think into an erasure issue. Known for harassing fan art artists and fanfiction writers for creating content they think “erases” a character’s quality and therefore the penalty is getting bullied off of the internet.
3. The Shipping Police. The ones who are “don’t look at me, don’t follow me, don’t talk to me, don’t even breathe in my general direction if you ship (insert ship here)!!!!!” Oddly enough these are usually the ones that will go on anon and harass those that do ship the forbidden pairing. Can also be a hybrid from the Erasure Police.
Fandoms should not be a place where people’s ideas are censored. Be nice, don’t be an ass. Don’t be one of the Fandom Police.
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This one time at work, I was training someone and the system froze so I decided to have some small talk and I asked her if she had any kids or anything (she was older) and she started crying. She asked me if it was cool if she went to take a walk to get some air and I told her okay because I mean what was I supposed to say? Anyways, she came back clearly still upset and told me that her husband left her for one of her daughters.
After that, I kept all my conversations strictly work related.
nobody likes the “bad boys” who insult and degrade their partners while wearing pastel polos with popped collars, people like REAL bad boys who wear leather jackets and take a lot of care in how they shape their pompadour and carry around stiletto switchblades and care about their communities and ride a motorcycle and rebel against the government and says stuff like “NOBODY insults my gal” and gets in fistfights with dudes who catcall their girlfriends. THOSE bad boys are the guys everyone wants.
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