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Customer-facing introvert

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“And I don’t think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, ’cause it’s just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.

“Being bipolar, there’s nothing wrong with it. Being bipolar is like not knowing how to swim. It might be embarrassing to tell people, and it might be hard to take you certain places. But they have arm floaties. And if you just take your arm floaties, you can go wherever the hell you want.

“And I know some of you are like, ‘But Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?’ Well, those people don’t care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I don’t know.”

Taylor Tomlinson, Look At You (2022)

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(◡‿◡✿)

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

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Heyyyyyy I’m a lil drunk but I absolutely ADORE your Canaan Valley fic, I think it absolutely rules. Idk if you’re planning on continuing it but I hope you are because it brings me so much joy, but obviously there’s no pressure because I’m just a random internet person and you should do what makes YOU HAPPY and not what anybody else thinks

Ahhhh thank you so much!!! I fully plan to continue it eventually, I’ve just been focusing on one of my other fics so much lately. I go where the hyperfixation takes me lol. Eventually I’ll get tugged back to it, it’s just a matter of when!

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I was playing Stardew tonight and got jumpscared by the wizard just walking his ass through town in broad daylight to go to the bookseller. For 8 years he’s been a hermit! Isolated from the townsfolk who fear and distrust him! At most, he might be hiding at the edges of a festival where no one could notice him! That was the extent of his outings to Pelican Town! But now the bookseller is in town and he doesn’t give a fuck, he’s going to march his ass out there with his silly little hat on in front of the whole town and Yoba to get his books.

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The clack of her heels sounded as she stalked down the corridor leading from the docking bay.

“Madam Councilwoman,” the Officer saluted.

She sighed in annoyance. “Commander Kurokawa, would you care to explain why I had to wake up at 3am and get on a jump ship to arrive at an unlisted station deep in the Oort Cloud?”

“If you’ll follow me ma’am,” he turned to start walking ahead of her. “This station belongs to the Atlas Company. Recently they were contracted for work on the Gen 2 Pilot Programme. But after some of their reports started conflicting an investigation was ordered into their work and this facility was uncovered.” He stopped at a door. “The science team and the only remaining executive onboard are inside.”

She waved the door open and stepped through. Inside was a small conference room with a handful of armed troops, and the half dozen scientists plus one man in a very well tailored suit looking uncomfortably smug that they were watching. “Alright,” she sat down at the head of the table. “Tell me why I’m here.”

One of the scientists opened her mouth to speak but the suit cut him off. “I’ll handle this Doctor, the way to deal with these bureaucrats at the CA is by being straightforward.” He turned to her. “Now, young lady, my name is Howard Billings, I’m the one of the directors of this facility. You are I assume some secretary or administrator here to-“

“I’m going to stop you right there Mr Billings,” she cut him off. “I am in fact a Primary Councilmember of the Central Authority.”

A look of horror passed over his face and he opened his mouth presumably to stammer out an apology but she interrupted him again. “I don’t need to hear anything else you have to say Mr Billings, Commander?” Two of the troopers hauled the man out of his chair and dragged him out of the room. “Now,” she turned to the scientist. “What have you and your team stepped in Doctor?”

The woman swallowed nervously, before brushing her hand through her short, fuzzy hair. “We… we’re the team that was originally assigned to the Lazarus project for the HAK pilots that were-“

“Get to the point please Doctor, I would like to return to civilization at some point today.”

“Right! Sorry ma’am,” she apologized. “So after that project was canned because of the Citizenry Preservation Act. We had all these pilot bodies that we had full biological rights to but weren’t allowed to revive so the Atlas execs just… decided to…” she paused, staring at the councilwoman cautiously. “To copy them.”

She narrowed her eyes at the doctor. “You weren’t allowed to resurrect the pilots, so decided to clone them?”

“Y-yes,” the doctor stammered. “The idea was that since they’re already genetically perfect pilot candidates there wouldn’t be any need to sort through the medical trials for hundreds of new pilots. And the execs…” she swallowed again. “And the execs concluded that clones wouldn’t have the same citizenship rights as the originals. They would simply be… equipment.”

She stared at them shrewdly, calculating everything the doctor said before suddenly standing up and turning to leave.

“W-wait! What’s going to happen to all of us?”

She turned to look back at them. “Well obviously you’ll be continuing your work here,” she said. “The Authority will be sending out an oversight committee and Mr Billings will be… reassigned.” She stepped out of the room and the Commander fell into step behind her. “Color me surprised Commander Kurokawa, you haven’t wasted my morning. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be heading back to Centauri.”

The Corporation is distinctly opposed to calling pilots "angels". They've released several statements recommending that officers silence any such language, saying it "threatens the integrity of the forces", and that HAKs and the pilots who control them are "tools, not deities". But I mean, when you see the way a suit's holoprojectors form a pulsing ring around a pilot's helmet, or when one slumps forwards out of its cockpit to reveal that thick mass of wires creeping from its back, it's impossible not to see the resemblance. And when, like most of the men stationed here, you've found yourself pinned down by heavy artillery fire from two directions with no chance of survival, but out of the heavens a Bishop-class rig emerges and razes the enemy with what can only be described as holy flame? I mean hell, that's enough to make anyone a believer (pardon my language).

I have a buddy who deals with the HAKs directly. He works in biomechanics, combat simtech or whatever. I asked him once what he thought about the whole "angel" thing. He got real quiet, and he looked directly at me and said, "you don't even know the half of it." And I stared right into his eyes and I could see that same heavenly flame burning in there and I knew that he had seen something he couldn't quite understand, but that he loved with all his heart.

#mechposting #what’s a little mech scifi without some horrific human rights violations

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rb this and tell me what ur accent is. this has no purpose except the fact i just realized i could have like... mutuals with cockney accents or newfoundland accents or something and thats just wild

#my natural accent sounds a bit like Jodie Foster in silence of the lambs #but I hide that most of the time so it's like a slightly raspy average american accent I guess?

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most of the talk on this website about Game Changer is how Sam Reich psychologically tortures his contestants, but I want to make it clear to the uninitiated that he's actually extremely ethical about it

He sends out a company wide email and asks them to choose episodes based on a chili pepper rating system

meaning he doesn't put 🌶️🌶️ people into 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ episodes

they're also big on consent ie cast and crew have to be okay with it before they'll do nudity or something like that in an episode

it's like the bdsm of psychological torture. safe, sane, and consensual.

the contestants know what they're getting into, and they're full down

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Have this crude ear rub rub animation

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Secret about autistic people: a lot of times we don’t actually miss a social cue. We see it. We just decide to ignore it because we think it’s a stupid social cue.

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more people need to know about them

shizuku is so unbelievably girldesign. her mal page says she's 167cm but she's 6ft in my heart just look at her

they're from yuri manga "the summer you were there" big recommend 🩷🩷🩷

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Same, I don’t understand the hype.

I still don't like Kabru like I don't get it. Quit lying, quit trying to be so manipulative and then getting mad when it doesn't work, what's wrong with you

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erica in pants insta || twt || patreon || shop

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Unexpected Field Trip pt 1

“And what have we learned today Mariella?” I asked as I followed behind the child in question.

“That being a responsible pet owner means taking responsibility when your puppy causes trouble.” She replied with a practiced tone that only betrayed a little bit of her pout at being in trouble herself.

“Very good,” I said, “and what does that mean for you going forward young lady?” She sighed dramatically like she’d been burdened with some sisyphean task, “It means I’m not allowed to let Rupert out of his kennel without you or Father ever again.”

I chuckled at her response,”it’s not ‘ever again’ Mariella.” I said, “it’s just until we’re confident that he’ll obey your commands, we wouldn’t want him running off again now would we?”

Another over dramatic sigh, “No.”

Ahead of us Rupert tugged at the chain being held by Mariella, clearly unhappy with the slow and steady pace we were keeping on our walk back to the castle. Rupert wasn’t the first Hellhound I’d ever seen though I was still a bit surprised at first to see one being kept as a house pet. Far larger than the average dog or wolf, black sinewy skin, boney spikes protruding from his back, and a bone plated head completed the picture of a terrifying beast. The glowing red eyes and occasional panting breaths of flame from the hound would be enough to strike fear into the hearts of most men. On the other hand in the past week alone I’d seen Rupert startled at the sight of a mouse, get his head stuck in a gate, and completely pacified by belly rubs from the girls. So I personally didn’t find him all that scary.

Further up the trail I could see the road that traveled from the castle all the way into town. As we neared the end of the trail I could hear hooves approaching rapidly, along with what sounded like carriage wheels. “Mariella, wait here,” I said as I quickly walked forward. “Rupert, sit.” I commanded firmly. The hound replied with a groan but obediently planted himself in a seated position.

As I approached the road I moved off the trail, trying to stay somewhat hidden while still affording myself a view of the commotion. The roar of hooves grew louder and louder til the source of the noise finally arrived. A large group of riders on horseback raced down the road, carefully surrounding a large carriage. All of them adorned with the heraldry of the crown. Kingsguard, an entire squadron of them racing away from the castle. “This can’t be a good thing,” I mumbled to myself as I took off back down the trail to find Mariella.

“What’s happening Andrea?” Mariella asked, concern evident in her voice.

“I don’t know darling,” I said as I ran up to her. “But we need to get back to the castle now.” I pulled the chain from her hands and scooped the girl up into my arms before turning and taking off for the castle in a full sprint. “Rupert, come.” I shouted as I ran back past him. The hound kicked up dirt and leaves as we both tore down the trail. I thanked the gods that I’d had the good sense to change into trousers before we went out to track down the dog. Looking back on it I don’t know if I could have made the run in a dress. As we rounded a bend in the road the castle came into view. My lungs and legs were burning at this point, the last few months of minding children and teaching lessons had caused a lapse in my fitness that I vowed then and there to never let happen again.

Passing through the gates I saw the castle doors wide open and another Kingsguard carriage waiting out front. I briefly slowed to a stop to set Mariella down again before I continued. “Mariella, dear wait here,” I shouted over my shoulder. “Rupert, protect the child.”

My second wind hit right as I crested the top of the stairs which was mercifully wonderful timing. I stopped and quickly took stock of the situation, the entryway had been torn asunder. There were impact marks all around the walls, furniture destroyed, several fallen knights, tapestries burnt or burning, and on the ground in the middle of the room the gravely injured Dr Braithe with two armored Kingsguard approaching him as he backed away weakly. He had two stakes protruding from his chest and what looked like several other wounds as well.

I swallowed my thundering heart down and grit my teeth as I charged the two knights with their backs turned to me. I quickly grabbed a spear off one of the fallen knights and readied my attack. 

I don’t like killing people if at all possible, it’s messy and complicated. But years ago I swore an oath to protect the innocent from those who would do evil. And right this moment ‘innocent’ was a wounded father of three backing away from two fully armed men. 

I so very much dislike bullies.

The noise of my boots alerted them to my presence and they both tried to turn to face me. I however had the element of surprise, momentum, and had already closed a considerable distance between myself and them. The first one to round on me aimed his unusual looking weapon, I knocked it away with the haft of my spear, back towards the other knight. A small explosion rang out and a spray of blood from the second knight as whatever weapon the first knight was carrying discharged directly into the knee of his compatriot. There was a scream of pain from one and a panicked look upon the face of them both. Taking advantage of the momentary chaos I spun my spear knocking the weapon fully from his grasp and giving myself an opening to drive the tip of the spear down into the gap above his breastplate. Shoving his body away I drew his shortsword from his belt and rounded on his friend. Pointing the blade at the other knight I glared at him with righteous fury.

“Wh-who are you??” he asked, desperation in his panting breaths.

“I’m the Governess,” I stated, before driving the sword through his visor.

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