I am Made of Memories

i think the reason fullmetal alchemist and specifically alphonse make make me feel so physically ill is just the concept of, you are a small grieving child and you go through an indescribable trauma and end up trapped in a cold unfeeling suit of armour because like. yeah, that's how that feels

My Deep Space 9 self-insert fantasy is working for Garak in his tailor shop, however, I also know for a fact that he would be a terrible boss. He would be liable to snap and yell at me over tiny mistakes just because he's having a bad day. He'd drop everything and leave me to man the counter myself, no matter how many customers were waiting, the second Bashir showed up and asked him to lunch. He'd get drunk and oversleep the next morning and be late to open the place, but expect me to just stand there waiting indefinitely on the promenade and be ready to start working whenever he feels like showing up (obviously I can't unlock the door myself, he would never give me his constantly changing series of complex security codes). And then I'd probably die because he forgot about me when he blew it up.

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What do you guys do for work. Job share time. I want to know