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jacqsreptiles · 2 years

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Coworkers: aren't you afraid she's just going to take off when you let her outside?

Me, who watched my brainless tube sock filled with mischief and blubber slither 10 whole feet in 20 minutes: no, not really.

#pippin snek #she moved slower outside than inside as well #i was standing right next to her the whole time #taking baby steps like a psycho to keep up with my ball python #woof exhausting

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hotdogsfordinner · 7 months

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Exhausted hunk

#asian hunk #hot asian men #hunkoftheday #asianmuscle #muscular #handsome #hottie #asian #woof #hot shirtless asian #exhausted #tired af #sleepy

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aimzicr · 8 months

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I'm coming to live a new town, tired by the life I've led behind but tethered by obligation to family I barely know. "Take care of this place," he told me, on his deathbed, "It's important to me." I've been thinking the whole bus ride over what might be important to me, and I come to the conclusion that there isn't anything. It used to be my health and happiness, but my dead-end job kind of robbed me of that. I don't really have anything else for myself, except a couple of suitcases and a long road ahead of me.

I'm met at the bus stop by the small town's mayor, and he takes me to a shack in an overgrown plot. The town carpenter tells me she's fixed the place up, making it livable. But they left the land to grow wild? Did my grandfather ever matter to these people? They offer me some seeds to get started, and call me 'farmer'. What a joke. I can barely keep a potted succulent alive.

But what else is there for me?

Unpacking is easy. I barely brought anything and the shack is tiny. What isn't easy is dealing with my future here. It takes hours for me to clear the weeds and rake away the topsoil and plant a neat row of packet-seeds. I'm exhausted, shaking, sweaty. It feels like a full day's work but it's barely lunch time. I have nothing in the kitchen. I wash up, and walk to town. The place feels stiff, still, empty.

The prettiest girl I've ever seen criticises my appearance as she walks by. The doctor wishes me a tentative welcome from the door of his clinic, but there's something about him that makes me so uncomfortable I walk by quickly after my hello-back. A cute guy tells me I can't play football with him because girls can't do that. There's a pub and a grocer's in town, but the prices are more than my strained wallet can handle, so I cross the river and buy from the convenience store. I take my instant noodles to the beach and it helps, for a little while, to sit and listen to the waves. As I go home, two small children and their babysitter stare at me, and two mothers gossip speculation after I pass by. It feels just like being at home: being alone, being tired, and being talked at or about, rather than to.

The night's a rough one. The bed's uncomfortable, the sheets are scratchy, the whole house groans and creaks in protest about my presence and the renovations done to it. I can hear creatures in the woods, bats and owls and possums and who knows what else. I'm just as exhausted waking up as when I went to sleep, but now my muscles ache from yesterday's attempt at living up to the name 'farmer'.

When I find the first early shoots have been decimated by crows and insects, I want to cry. I do, for a little bit, but then I take out my frustrations on the weeds and the rocks, and even a couple of the stubborn old trees. I eat more instant noodles, and look at the patch of bare earth in front of the house.

When I finally grow the parsnips, it feels like a blessing. I can sell them in town and get myself something to eat that doesn't come from a packet. The pub owner doesn't smile at me until I produce enough cash to make him realise I'm not just here for the free water. It's good to have a hot meal.

There's a sign in the grocer's the next day. "Fresh-grown local parsnips." I hear the grocer say he grew them himself. I buy more seeds, and I leave, and I won't be back until next month if I can help it. I won't be selling anything else from my land to him.

People come by to see me, now and then. But they never ask how I'm doing, if I'm struggling, can I help. It's always about what I can do for them: bring them something, grow them something, harvest something from the wild, give them lyrics for a song or an idea for a novel, pick up trash or mend a bridge. I don't know these people, or why they want nothing from me but my labour. Why they want what I can do and what I can make instead of who I am. It feels like I never left my dead end job.

The woman from the next property brings me a dog, scrawny and snarling. "He likes you!" He doesn't like me, I'm not a dog person, you just want him off your property so your chickens aren't in danger. I fill his water dish and leave him scraps, letting him stay fox-keen in the wilderness that should have been a farm. He stops snarling when he sees me, but we never grow close. I envy that about him: the people in this town keep coming to me with their problems and their demands. Perhaps I should start snarling, too.

I've cleared the ground, and built my own fences. I grow my own food and cook my own meals. This place was important to grandpa, but now it's all I have, and it's mine, and the work here feels right for me. Maybe one day the people in town will stop asking me to fill the various voids in their lives, but I doubt it. They let my grandfather's land fall into ruin as easily as they neglect their own lives, so. Not my problem. I have work to do.

Anyway. Stardew Valley.

#stardew valley #I've played over 800 hours #and I will play 800 more #if someone knows of an anti-social farming sim please let me know #look I do love the game don't get me wrong #but at the same time #woof. people.#writing #my writing #writing exercise #project: pen to paper #also: woof. capitalism.#as a haver-of-garden-beds-that-produce-some-of-my-food #no-one ever tells you how exhausting it is #anyway

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davemustaine · 6 months

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i got this really great mix in my hair right now that just smells like stale cigarettes and goodwill

#the way i have so much hair and smells can stick to it like so easily #woof #although one time i got like vintage car exhaust smell stuck in it and i wanted to keep it so bad. they should make a cologne thats old car

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object-yaoi · 3 months

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can the guy in the fucking ugly ass suit come get his guard dog its staring off into space like it watched someone die. and its scaring the hoes

#mine #courier iso #he IS into this but he has ptsd so he's fucked up about it.#also this was an experiment ! in lighting or whatever! mostly i wanted to draw my dog courier muzzled. that is all #woof #18+#i dont know what else to say about this i didnt sleep and am exhausted. um enjoy this i guess.#i want to say-#my courier is so much of a guard dog. he values protecting his companions more than his own life.#ALSO ONE OF THE STRAPS ISNT COLORED. DONT SAY ANYTHING IM HOLDING A BOMB #<- sorry. um anyway #he/it for my courier btw

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opens-up-4-nobody · 11 months

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#woof. if all goes to plan Tomorrow is the last day i have to take measurements forever. if all goes to plan. if all goes to plan. but im #not holding my breath bc thats asking for chaos. i think this week ive done a good job of not pushing it #in terms of not torturing myself and making myself insane. which is good bc its exhausting taking measurements with the ambient stress of #apartment hunting from across the country. ive toured 2 places from afar and applied to them. and im meeting with someone to talk abt #potentially being roommates tomorrow. which is terrifying bc i really just wanna beg them like pls pls like me so i can stop looking pls #like i have to rely on my charisma i guess when im a bit asocial and odd. not unlikable but idk maybe they want someone more normie idk #its exhausting. ive sent so many emails and so many places r like no u gotta physically visit. ugh #and i have to clean my whole apartment by Tuesday for my landlord to inspect bc i had to give them a 30 day notice or else they wouldn't #release my info for like referal on background checks. there should b flexibility in when i can leave tho. its just stressful #at least im doing this when im pretty stable and i stop taking measurements tomorrow but i haven't taken a break since last Saturday #and haven't really had time to properly draw which annoys me and apparently i wont get a break this weekend with all the cleaning i gotta do #but oh well. at least im better off than the other person i kno who is moving Tuesday across the country and currently doesnt have a place #to stay. so i guess theyre gonna b living out of their car for a while. im stressed enough a month out from leaving #sigh. im just v tired and my heart is beating too fast and i wanna start cleaning now but im sleepy #whenever we go sampling we joke that we have to make sacrifices to the weather gods for good conditions. i guess i gotta make sacrifices #to the housing gods 🙏 ugh. pls. i dont wanna still b doing this for another week when i wont have time bc ill actually have to focus on #things. ugh. cant wait to b in the future where i dont have to deal with this #unrelated

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femme-inthe-flowers · 6 months

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went to one lecture, did a bit of homework, took one of the weirdest naps of my life, wrote some Very Wordy erotica, bought sex toys, going back to sleep

#literally fucking exhausted #woof

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heffrondriving · 2 years

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