I want to work but I do not want to work here 💀
I want to work but I do not want to work here 💀
i asked my manager if i could work less days and she said yes? without questioning? Idk im not used to someone in management to be so quick to accept employee requests????
hello my children
how are you today
if you ever want a shoutout
all you gotta do is ask
WHO KEEPS UNFOLLOWING ME FROM MY MUTUALS WHAT THE HELL
Something I drew while watching youtube
apologies for how terrible the original screenshot is! i spent more time than i care to admit working on this but i really like how it came out \o/
i feel like Jiraiya never looks anywhere NEAR as scruffy and disheveled as he should so it’s apparently my fuckin job to fix that
I'm thinking maybe I shouldve put them on the opposite holes but fuck if I am going to switch them now
i think its very funny tht im upping my medication dose when like, a week ago i was like "what if i stopped my meds and replaced it with energy drinks" and here i am, getting told by my dr to up my meds JKLSDHGKF
I sure do write about eyes a lot for someone who can’t maintain eye contact for more than 15 seconds.
personally in my humble opinion i just think that, hot
This is the longest “am I actually a lesbian” phase I’ve ever had
/rp unless otherwise noted
god, just...... c!philza is so, so interesting and nuanced. even besides the fact that nothing in the dsmp is ever black-and-white, the amount of depth that his character has is incredible and i just love his characterization.
"When lessons are forgotten, mistakes are made once again. That’s just the flow of time. That’s the inevitability at the end of the day. The longer I can keep this as a place to remember, the longer people can remember the lesson."
one of the very first things we learned about phil's character is that he is centuries (if not millennia) old. He has seen the flow of time more than any other person on the server (that we know of), he has seen everything rise and fall and rise again -- material things, temporary things, things that fade and fade until not even a whisper remains on the oldest souls' tongues, are exactly that to him: temporary. things that will always, always crumble, things that will always, always end.
and yet still, even knowing that time will inevitably rot and erode all things, knowing that he could outlive everything and everyone around him, he is still determined to help. Doomsday wasn't all about revenge - of course, it was likely cathartic considering the atrocities he and Techno endured during the Butcher Army arc, but at the end of the day it was about freeing people from an oppressive government. at the end of the day, the lesson was never don't make government, and was always don't oppress people. at the end of the day, he was trying to help them, and he has acknowledged that the way he went about it might've been too far - he voiced his regret for his actions. and that itself is telling of a much bigger theme in the DSMP: even a man as jaded as philza, even a man who has seen and experienced and done so much, can make mistakes; but more importantly, even a man like that can change. even a man like that has things to learn. even a man like that can grow.
and there is something deeply, deeply poetic about philza making the l'manberg crater a place that looks pretty and nice, but not rebuilding or repairing it. something poetic about philza regretting the actions he took but not the end he reached through them because his worldview has been proven true time and time again across his life. something poetic about philza knowing that absolute power corrupts absolutely and leaving the crater as a reminder of that, but knowing that making it a place that's nice to look at and look back on is just as important as leaving it there.
There is something poetic about Philza knowing that all this will happen again, that time will always repeat itself, that the circle will begin again and the players will act out the same old song and dance -- and yet still trying to push back against the hands of time and break the cycle, still trying to leave something, anything behind to remind the next set of actors on the world's stage not to make the same mistakes as the last. and yet still singing the same old song as the backdrop and the sets and the actors change around him, in the hopes that it might turn out this time. and yet, despite knowing better than anyone the endless forward march of time, despite having seen its script play out over and over again, he still tries to head it off at the pass and make it better this time around.
It's a sad song; it's a tragedy. But we sing it anyway. 'Cause here's the thing: to know how it ends, and still begin to sing it again, as if it might turn out this time... I learned that from a friend of mine.
i miss technoblade
girl help, how do you draw chests, KJASDNASKDAKJSND
i went to the doctor today to see if i could have a.dhd and she basically the whole time just questioned me about my depression :/