#give me all you’ve got

[disneyfanatic1993]

🔘Disney releases “Let It Go.”

Me: Omg this is literally the best Disney song in existence! I love it so much!!! I get chills every time I listen to it!

🔘Disney announces “Frozen II.”

Me: I can’t wait to hear the new songs, but there is absolutely NO WAY they can top “Let It Go.”

🔘Disney releases “Show Yourself.”

Me: I can’t believe it. They did it. Disney really topped “Let It Go.” This song has literally changed my life. It’s the best song I’ve ever heard.

🔘Disney announces “Frozen III.”

Me: Okay, there is seriously no way they can top “Show Yourself” now! NO WAY!!!

❄️Give me all you’ve got, Disney!!!❄️

#frozen #frozen ii #frozen 2 #frozen iii #frozen 3 #let it go #show yourself #idina menzel #top that Disney #give me all you’ve got #give it your best shot #disney #Elsa #Queen Elsa #fifth spirit elsa #fifth spirit #ice queen #snow queen

[ashipiko]

did I hear a DOUBLE DATE ???????

😭😭 art block has been kinda sucky not really lately so in attempts to fix it after LOOOOTS of talking and rambling w my good friend @nohrianhime I decided HEY. WHY NOT DRAW THE DOUBLE DATE WE’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT??? <3 and look at how much fun they’re having fr

#yuuddle my everything ever #they’re so CUTE guys you DONT UNDERSTAND #oh to give you the love and affection you’ve deserved for so long…….. #also if you’re askin whats happening w ace?.. #he pissed riddle off and both yuu (riddle’s bf in the right) and ashi didn’t care to help #so he got collared 😔😔😔 during the date 😔😔😔😔😔 how embarrassing </3 #and to make it worse ashi’s eating all the cherry tart!!!! boohoo!!!!! #ACE TRAPPOLA WHO? #(she’s not feeding him any to tease him) #ace trappola x oc #riddle rosehearts x oc #twst yume #ashace #yuuddle #tag for me IG? dunno if any more yuuddle is gonna be seen by the public #ace trappola #ashi tamadai #twstshi #twst yuu #riddle rosehearts #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland yuu #ashipiko draws ♪ #time to go back to doing a3! chibis for my friends as a break. kinda 🙏🙏🙏 art block makes me sad!!!!!!

[impossible-rat-babies]

okay I’m thinking about it being the Island Sanctuary—especially the sanctuary part. here is Tataru who watched you tentatively walk into the waking sands. probably did all the paperwork to get you settled in with the scions. watched with bated breath as adventure after adventure swept you up in its path. Carried you to greater and greater heights and watched you grow. Watched you take on all these burdens out of love and duty.

How through all of that she probably still thinks back to you so fresh faced and walking through those doors. how much she loves how far you’ve grown, but is so scared of how hard it’s been. She can only do so much to help; she’s just a simple girl—she knows money, politics and how to sew. she cannot do fantastical things.

So she does what she does best and she comes away with a whole island. just for you. a place all to your own—to do with as you please. A place to rest. A sanctuary. far far away from the stress of life. because god if she doesn’t think about that baby faced adventurer who came through her doors so very very long ago

#IM EMOTIONAL ABOUT TATARU TARU #she’s so important to me ;—; #ffxiv #she gives you this whole island and says it is yours and god if doesn’t feel like she’s saying that she loves us #she’s like I got this place for you! it’s all for you! you’ve done so much and this is all just here for you #because I love you. becuase our lives wouldn’t be the same without you. you’re so beloved and so dear that I am going to gift you an island

[wantbytaemin]

also skz excelling at covering what is arguably one of the hardest kpop songs to cover kinda shows to me that they’re massively underestimating and underselling themselves as vocalists

#girl let me HEAR what else you’ve got to say bc i mean granted i didn’t get all my sherlock adlibs which would be actually insane to even #expect of anyone but i got to hear some Serious singing from people who are allegedly not even in singer positions so. what gives.

[whumpacabra]

Barfight

Choking, violence, attempted stabbing, homophobic language, ableist language, racial slurs, threats, knife mention, neonazi mention

[Directly follows Night Out]

Alister knew this skinhead. East’s first impression, wary and poisoned by a whisper he dismissed had been correct. (No one ever talked about what Alister had done to end up in prison. Somehow it now made sense why.) Ice in his veins had East frozen where he stood, but with his hearing implants he could clearly understand their conversation across the bar.

“Fuck off.”

“What? No ‘hi Andrew, long time no see’?”

“No. I’m not talking to you.”

“You are right now.”

“He told you to fuck off, prick.” Tomas’ grumble was soft, but it made Andrew prickle. East flinched in sympathy with Tomas - the skinhead’s glare was venomous.

“Don’t talk like that to customers, Tomas, it’s bad for business.” East saw him slide money across the bar. Tomas glared at the cash, frozen. Andrew’s condescending voice was laced with an unspoken threat. “Don’t tell me you forgot my usual, did you Tommy?”

There was a tense moment where Tomas and Alister shared a look, but the barkeep eventually relented, turning away. (He didn’t touch the money, leaving it in the counter.) Andrew got more comfortably embedded in Alister’s space, leaning back against the bar as he spoke.

“I don’t blame you - for selling the boys out. You did what you had to do, right?”

“You don’t know shit, Andy.” Alister took a deep swig of his liquor. “I don’t want anything to do with them anymore. I’m not coming back.”

“Really? C’mon, like I said - I don’t blame you. None of us do. Let’s get out of this shithole and go - ”

“I’m not fucking around Andy. I’m done.” Alister set his drink down harshly, glaring at Andrew. From this angle, East couldn’t see the newcomer’s face, but he could see the coil of tension building between his shoulders.

“You’re one of us - ”

“I was. I’m not anymore.” Alister’s voice dropped to a desperate whisper. “Just fuck off, please.”

“Hey - he said fuck off!”

East’s heart nearly lept out of his chest as Tierney, in his drunken confidence, shouted at Andrew from across the bar. His steps were surprisingly steady as he wove between tables, but he stopped a few paces away. Even he could tell Andrew was looking for a fight, disgust and hate in his eyes.

“You’re fucking pathetic, Al. Hanging out with gypsy homos - ” Andrew paused, looking down at the hand on his shoulder, surprised to see East beside him.

(He had used Tierney’s shout as a distraction to slip between the booths and make his way to the bar. It only took a few short steps to be close enough to grab him.)

“You’re in that gypsy homo’s seat, dickheaded cunt.” East’s voice rumbled low, cold and threatening. It was a role he knew well. He would lie to himself, that he didn’t feel the familiar rush from when he played the role of the Wolf. But unlike his victims, Andrew only looked up at him with disgust, swatting away the hand and stepping away from the bar. (Away from Alister.)

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“He called you a dickhead.” Tierney took East’s cue and sidled up to the other side of Alister’s seat. “And a cunt.”

“You sure know how to pick ‘em, Al…” Andrew scoffed, still posturing as he looked between the trio. East turned back to the bar, taking a swig from his beer. (He was going to need it, hands shaking with adrenaline.) “Fine. Fuck you too, then. Enjoy your new friends - ”

Things seemed to happen in slow motion, but all at once.

Andrew slapped East’s ass. Whether it was intended to be purely provocative or inappropriately teasing had no bearing on East’s reaction. It was a fluid movement, turning on the balls of his feet, taking a step to Andrew’s right. East’s other leg hooked behind Andrew’s, sweeping him off balance. The skinhead started to raise his arms in defense, but East was too strong and too fast. He caught both of Andrew’s wrists in one hand, and used his opposite forearm to press down on Andrew’s throat. Their momentum did the rest, the bar deathly silent save for Andrew’s gurgling gasps where East had him pinned down on a table.

East was surprised - mostly that he was so aware of what he was doing, and who he was doing it to. This wasn’t a panic reflex, thinking Smith was back from the dead. He wasn’t seeing ghosts or caught in a memory. East looked down into Andrew’s pale eyes and saw fear. He was here and now, putting this punk in his place.

“Fuckin’ hell dude…” Tierney’s breathy whisper broke the silence, eyes shifting uncomfortably between the pair and Tomas, watching wide eyed behind the bar. Andrew was starting to run out of air, struggles growing weaker but more erratic.

“East - East, let him go.” Alister had never sounded so small, so ashamed. “He’s not worth it.”

(East knew well how long it took to strangle someone to death. Andrew wasn’t even unconscious yet.)

“I don’t know, prison wasn’t so bad the first time.” East was in his comfort zone - putting on a show. Playing the monster. He looked back down at Andrew, easing the pressure on his throat enough that the man didn’t lose consciousness as he dropped his tone. “Follow in your hero’s footsteps and go find a hole to die in.”

He released Andrew, stepping back as the skinhead sank to the ground, gasping for air. East watched him, now knowing better than to turn his back.

“You’re fucked - you know that?” Andrew’s voice was reedy and thin with strain as he struggled to his feet, hands tentatively probing his bruised throat. “I’m - once the cops find out - you’re so fucked. Assault absolutely violates whatever bullshit probation you’re on.” He gagged and sputtered between his words, wheezing. “You fucking hear me?”

“I do. Now get out of here before I reconsider.”

“What? Apologizing to me, you fucking maniac?”

“Before I reconsider going back to prison for assault or for murder. Now get, the fuck, out.” East took half a step forward, satisfaction warm in his chest when Andrew flinched away. (This was when the Wolf was safest - posturing and threatening victims for the entertainment of others.) Andrew started to shuffle back, turning away. He had a hand in his pocket - getting brass knuckles or a knife, if East had to guess.

“I’m going - I’m going, you fucking psycho.”

East nodded, purposefully turning away. He was curious - was it a knife or knuckles? Two quick steps and something slashed the fabric at the top of his jacket. Knife it was.

East turned heel and caught Andrew’s knife hand, a squeeze at his wrist forcing the blade to drop into East’s waiting hand. A quick jab to his nose sent Andrew reeling back, East’s hold released to examine the knife while the wanker whined about his bruised and bloodied nose.

“You hold it wrong.” East demonstrated, holding the knife upside down in his hand as Andrew had held it. “This kind of stabbing isn’t effective - not with a moving target. You want it like this.” He flipped the knife around, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. “See? Smooth. Much more control in your slashes.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Andrew panted, exasperated disgust across his face. East narrowed his eyes at the bastard - he was scared of East, sure, but he was too proud to leave without the last word. East squared his shoulders, appraising Andrew the way he did a cut of beef at the deli.

“I’ve killed better men than you.” East took a step forward, Andrew took a step back. “I’ve killed worse men, too. But you - you might just be the most cowardly, pathetic, whiny little bitch I’ve ever had the chance to relieve this earth of.” Another step forward, another step back. “Go to the police - go to your skinhead brothers and tell them how you were beaten and bested by some Sinti son of a bitch who didn’t consider you worth the time it would take to break your fucking neck.”

Andrew had backed into another table, flinching away from it even as East stepped into his face. He knew that look on Andrew’s face well. The fear. The shame. The rabbit-like panic from being cornered and hurt and humiliated and helpless.

(It was an expression he had worn many times.)

“Get the fuck out.” East spat, leaning back enough for Andrew to scramble toward the door. Half frustrated with the memory of his own weakness and half sure the bastard needed some extra motivation, East threw the knife after Andrew. It landed solidly in the doorframe, of course - he wasn’t trying to kill the guy - but with the curses Andrew screamed, you would have thought he had been stabbed.

The door bell chimed, window panes rattling as the door slammed behind Andrew and he ran into the rainy streets. The bar was silent, save for the prattle of the television program and the rumble of thunder outside. East stalked to the door, taking the knife from the frame and inspecting the knick it left behind. Not too deep. He walked back to the bar and took another swig of beer.

“Sorry about the door, Tomas. I can pay - ”

“Don’t worry about it.” The barkeep said, a smile stretching across his face as he laughed. “Don’t you worry about paying me anything ever again.”

The bar seemed to release the breath it had collectively been holding, laughter and chatter erupting from the patrons. Tomas poured East another drink, while Tierney and Alister looked at him with wonder and gratitude respectively.

“How’d you fuckin’ do that? Huh? You gotta teach me - that take down was smooth as butter.” Tierney’s rambling praise settle light and warm across East’s back. He rolled his eyes at the half drunk requests for sparring lessons, giving Alister a glance.

“Thank you.” He mouthed, a shaky relief in his eyes as Tomas laid out shot glasses of hard liquor for the three. East smiled, toasting with the others. He could push his personal worries and guilt aside - it was hard to feel panic in his throat when it burned with the best vodka Tomas could find.

[Directly before Bared]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath @genuineformality

#whump #choking #violence #knife #threats #ableism #homophobia #racism #neonazi mention #freelancers #also yes Andrew is referring to tierney specifically. given the conflations between Irish Mincéirs and nomadic Romani in the UK. #‘beans is this a power fantasy bc of all the white supremacist Jackass you’ve had to deal w lately?’ maybe. idk. #East deserves a little power fantasy. as a treat for the both of us. #anyways. punch Nazis but don’t let them make themselves martyrs. they find power in ‘being proven right’ about being hated by the Bad Peopl #so make sure they’re aware of how deeply pathetic and laughable they are #also as an aside I’m pissed abt the ‘Nazis can’t be punk’ sentiment lately. you can’t no true Scotsman your way out of your due diligence #to keep tabs on your community and who you associate with. skinheads started as a punk counter-social movement that got co-opted by nazis s #badly that we call nazis skinheads to this day. if you let one nazi in the bar it becomes the nazi bar. don’t give an inch. #on a lighter note. well. getting the Hell presentation over w today wish me luck o7

[timemachineyeah]

sexy fanart version of “he would not say that” is “she would not do that”

#there’s a whole genre of cute girl anime fanart involving giving those girls sexy confident poses and guns #and like live your dreams or whatever. godspeed. stones and glass houses and far be it for me and all that. #but I do often think ‘you know she would burst into tears at the sight of an actual gun right’ #like Mio K-On would not be confidently posing with it she would be vomiting #Like I’ll maybe buy the other K-On girls but Mio????? Mio #this also applies to like half the love live cast and people love giving them guns like look what you’ve done to my Ruby. she’s got trauma. #she would touch it just enough to confirm it’s metal then squeak and run away crying #timemachine wuz here

[27-royal-teas]

hey guys. last show. im holding your hands and we’re going in together like it’s the last step we’ll take. we were broken when we came in, but we won’t be broken coming out. I love you all <33

#also I just want to say #thank you so much for all the support #I genuinely cannot remember getting this much support on anything in my creative endeavors ever #and now I have 500+ notes on some of my art and 8 genuinely amazing comments on one of my fics and i look at them to make myself happy #because you guys are. so fucking nice. and we’re all united with this one thing and I’m so beyond happy that I’ve got to experience this #with all of you #this genuinely has been the best tour ever. and fob knows it. and we know it. #if I could kiss every single one of you I would #giving you so so so much love. thank you for all the love you’ve given me. #toby speaks #also. we better stick together like this during the eu leg #because I can’t remember ever having this much fun online

[floral-hex]

It’s hard to make music when you have no instruments or software or skills or talent and also you don’t actually know how to play anything or make music and you’re dumb as hell

#hey it’s about that time of year where I get the urge again to try and make music before getting frustrated and quitting #don’t let your inability to do anything right get in the way of messing everything up forever and ever amen #every time I sit down to try and set up software and whatnot I end up wasting half a dozen hours before giving up #repeat once or twice every year or so for the last decade #how did I used to do this junk??? whaaaaa? I don’t understand computers. #I have an ooooold laptop buried in a box someone with sooo many unfinished songs. albums and albums worth. mostly just missing vocals #I used to sit and work on music for hours and hours #pretty much the only productive thing I did my first year of college was make an album #and now I’m just like… I don’t understand how anything works. I’m so old. #but I guess it’s… ya know… it’s been awhile and you can’t just expect to jump back in with the same skill and comfort #you’ve got get all the tedious beginning stuff out of the way. that’s just how it goes. it builds and builds. #it’s the opposite of eating an elephant. it’s frankensteining and elephant. gotta do it piece by piece. #basically I got another hand me down laptop. clean slate freshly wiped. #then I spent about 5 hours just setting it up and thennnnnn getting a bad virus bc I’m stupid as hell and don’t want to pay for software #I lost my software installer I already had so I rushed to 🏴‍☠️ the first decent one I could find #and then when I got warnings I said ‘meh the antivirus is probably exaggerating’ #ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? ARE YOU STUPID!? you trust the illegal file over your own antivirus!? whatttt!? #i am very stupid #at least the laptop is pretty much empty. just gonna do another clean wipe and start again. hopefully smarter. #I really want this. I hate HATE talking about things I want to do because I invariable always fuck it up #it’s so stupid and sad but if pressed I would easily say my old shitty music are the things I’m most proud of in my life. even if they suck #I stopped making music when I moved to NY to be with my ex and I haven’t been able to get back into it since #I don’t even like music. it’s stupid and I’m half deaf. fuck you I hate you. #okay I love you bye #you can ignore this #text

[thou-babbling-brook]

Why does this dude look like Altaïr but ✨for girls✨

#assassin’s creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #shitpost #altaïr if he were in just dance #give the man a lip scar and some weird gold eyes and bam #you’ve got altaïr #don’t boo me I’m right and you all know it #not art #I’m 💀💀 #ty to trickster for pointing this shit out to me

[thoughtsofapessimistttt]

Even the ones who give you their attention, need some attention sometimes 👍🏽

#effort is hot #showing that you want me is hot #give me your attention bc I promise you’ve got all of mine #feelings #life stuff #relationship #thoughts 💭 #vent #friendship #mine

[inkykeiji]

tw: drug addiction

i just gotta say, the sound of the phone ringing and the sirens, both so masterfully folded into the beat at the beginning of agnes, is fucking bone chilling. it gives me waves of chills every single time and i don’t think that feeling, the feeling of full-body bouts of chills that course through me from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes until dave’s voice kicks in, will ever go away.

this song captures the trajectory of addiction SO well. i literally cannot even put it into words. but it’s so comforting????? it’s so comforting to hear someone else who has presumably lost a loved one (a close friend, in this situation) to the demon of addiction, outline the full course of its development.

i feel like,,, if you don’t have someone close to you who has struggled with and fought with addiction, it is so difficult for you to truly and fully understand how devastatingly heartbreaking—and excruciatingly painful—it is to watch the ravenous monster that is addiction fucking devour this person from the inside out. slowly. it corrodes their smile, it decays their mind, it dulls every single aspect of life except for when they’re high. they become nothing more than a shell of their former selves; a host for this parasitic sickness, who’s only care in life is that next fix, irregardless of what they have to do or who they have to hurt to get it.

and once that monster has been birthed inside of you, it never fully goes away. you fight it for the rest of your fucking life, irregardless of how much treatment you’ve gone through, irregardless of if you’re in treatment for the rest of your days on this earth. you battle those psychological cravings until you die, especially if your addiction was a coping mechanism or a self-soothing mechanism (which is so often is). it changes you and your life forever. and i dunno, i guess i feel like there’s still so many people who just can’t comprehend this and comprehend how much of a sickness addiction truly is. and i guess it’s really nice to find an artist you admire so much who DOES get it, who HAS experienced it. that’s all, i think.

#like #i can tell you all about how my dad used to sing and dance around the house on the weekends as we cleaned as a family #i can tell you all about how my dad used to take me everywhere i wanted to go even though he had no money #how he’d take me to the movies and to hockey games and how he always *always* got me a lil treat whenever we were at the store #something my mom for example would never do because she’d always tell me we didn’t have the money for even just a bag of candy #i can tell you all about who my father was in the early years of addiction #i can also tell you about his sobbing fits #i can tell you about the screaming matches over money and pills #i can tell you about how he punched a wall and we never fucking fixed that goddamn hole #i can tell you about how he was sick on the couch every single fucking month for YEARS of my life as he tried to quit over and over and over #i can tell you the signs of an opioid withdrawal fucking backwards #i can tell you about how he used to steal money from his children #i can tell you about how i had to give him money from my student loans so we didn’t lose our house #(which we did lose the house eventually; it was inevitable) #i can tell you about his overdoses #i can tell you about the terrifying conversations i’ve heard between him and his dealer #i can tell you all about how as he descended further into addiction he because a bitter shell of himself #a husk that cared about nothing and no one except for this pretty little white pills #i can tell you about how his abuse got INFINITELY worse #but you’ll never truly understand that devolution unless you’ve experienced what it’s like #i can talk your ear off about it and you can feel that sympathy and comprehend how difficult and painful it is #i have a very complex relationship with my father #i still hold a lot of anger towards him for all the things he did to us #all the things he did and still does to my mother #but it still HURT to watch him do this to himself #and impact my entire fucking family in the process #he’s been an addict since i was a fucking toddler #but anyway #these are just my morning thoughts today #do yourself a favour and go listen to agnes by glass animals

[erythriina]

reading bram stoker’s letter to walt whitman

#like yes it is objectively funny that this historical figure wrote fanmail to his idol #because it’s funny when you strip away the polish of ‘historical figure’ and get to the human being underneath #but also. he wrote this letter in a fit of genuine emotion and then shoved it in his desk and hid it in shame for years #and like!! the first half of the damn thing is him fighting himself to just get to the point already #you can throw this letter in the fire you TOTALLY can if you don’t want to read it but also if you’ve read this far I’d appreciate you #letting me know you got it but also it’s TOTALLY FINE if you want to BURN THIS WHOLE THING #and it just… it makes me so emotional #i sit by the ocean and I read your poetry and I weep… #our kind. does ‘our kind’ HAUNT your waking hours like it does mine. oh my god. #im very much against assigning modern vocabulary to people in the past who didn’t have access to it #but bram stoker is possibly the only figure I would want #to bring to the future just to give him all the words we’ve created on how he could identify #at every turn that is a man *desperate* for community #I cannot stop thinking about it. #he sent his letter on Valentine’s Day. i am so haunted by him #mine #queer #history #dracula #bram stoker

[dragestil]

cishet men will really see a queer person’s profile on a dating app and be personally offended that said queer person isn’t interested in straight people. also just to make clear this particular one has the tumblr collective conscious level of reading comprehension and is arguing against shit i didn’t say. never in my profile do i say im judging anyone. also it’s a fuckin okcupid profile not a linkedin, i’m allowed to make jokes

the first line of my profile is “I can’t believe I need to say this but apparently I do: NO STRAIGHT PEOPLE PLEASE AND THANK YOU!” - because i’m queer. and this is a dating app. and no one who dates me can be straight

the only time i use the word cis in my profile is “Not cis. Not telling you what’s in my pants.” - because i am not cis and i’m not telling you what’s in my pants

the only other time i mention people not messaging me is where i list my pronouns and say “If you plan on ignoring these pronouns, please don’t bother sending a message at all.”

so. what are we arguing about here, buckaroo? in a humorous dating app profile, i as a queer trans person want to make clear that i’m not interested in straight people and you see that as an attack on cis hets overall? also why are you so focused on me apparently judging cis people when the only people i explicitly say shouldn’t message me are straights and people who won’t respect my pronouns and the only time i use the word cis is to describe myself as not cis. are you so unwilling or unable to use any sort of critical or higher thinking that you interpreted “not cis” as me just blanket decrying all cis people?

i don’t know what i’m even saying anymore, but i needed to say it. thanks for coming to my presentation on this cishet men of okcupid who just can’t help but message me

#i would put this in a read more but mobile #and im too lazy to fuck around with it #sorry you’ve all got to see this #i just really need dating apps to give me a 3rd option #not like or dislike but ‘i want to study you like a bug in a jar’ #just for science

[nicholasmoorethetwittermigrant]

In followup to my previous Kingdom Hearts video, figured I’d share this one where I rank every pair of KH protagonists shoes.

#I’m so down to do stupid short kingdom hearts content you’ve got no idea #this is my way of saying give me dumb KH things to discuss semi-seriously in video form and I’ll do it #they can’t all be circa hour long comprehensive thinkpieces or I’ll literally die #disney #animation #youtube #gaming #kingdom hearts #KH #kh1 #kh2 #kh3 #kh4 #kh sora #kh kairi #kh riku #kh ventus #kh aqua #KH Terra #KH axel #namine #Roxas #mickey mouse #ranking #fashion #shoes

[toomuchdickfort]

I am going to lose my shit.

#vent #we’ve got a bunch of new hires. and they’re all rude as hell over literally nothing and refuse to do shit the way that we have to or the #whole store gets in trouble- and even the simple things. like hey try to stay in ur zone you’ve been assigned. is too FUCKING HARD apparentl #I’ll go hey man I get wanting to roam around but I’m in a ton of pain right now I can’t do line and you’re doing the only thing that I’m abl #rn and he just stares at me and goes. ok? and it’s like buddy my guy my dude you get pissed at me when I’m struggling bc pain u get pissed a #me when I take a break bc pain what the actual fuck. u can’t call me retarded within five minutes of meeting me and then be an ass all the #time and then wonder why I avoid you like oh my ducking god #and beyond the folks who r dicks! the rest of them either aren’t being trained or don’t give a shit! hey bud I get needing time to get it #but either do it the right way or I’ll fix it! don’t lose ur shut at me when I fix it or give u a lil reminder! oh my god!! #I swear these folks r tempting me to quit more than anything other than my pain has. and boy howdy am I contemplating that shit.