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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
I could use some luck
The good luck post! \o/
I got approved for a house!!!1
in absolute tears about the pride module at my work
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
Tempted to actually put this on spotify so I can secretly stream it at work...
Tagging @batshit-auspol because as an Australian you're the only big account I know who might share (sorry).
happy first day of pride everyone
HAPPY PRIDE IT IS BACK
Happy 24-6-01!
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//if cybertronians call sex interfacing do cardbots call it shuffling /j
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You assume that I don’t want to interact
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What the even heck
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“explain the character’s motivations and the reasoning behind his actions and who he is”
well
there we go
forgetting how big and broad your lover is until they lay on top of you still sleepy or try to accommodate their frame between your legs
// I was talking to cruel-singer (Tarn's mun), and was explaining my spoken accent. Because to most native English speakers, a fast southern accent can be difficult to decipher, but it would probably be unintelligible to second language learners. So that got me thinking. What are some things we say/call things from other parts of the country? How many of these have you heard?
- "Shug" = shortened version of Sugar. I call people Shug all the time.
- "over yonder" = over there
- "fixin' to" = going to. Ex. I'm fixin' to go to the Piggly Wiggly.
- "carry me" - take me. Ex. "Carry me to the store".
- "buggy" - shopping cart. Now I don't personally use this word. A cart is a cart, not a buggy.
- "reckon" - suppose or guess. "I reckon that's what time supper is."
- "coke" - now growing up, it didn't matter what kind of soda we had in the fridge, it was all called Coke. I now call it soda.
"Tennis shoes" - athletic shoes or sneakers
"Y'all" - you all, a group of 2 people you're directly speaking to. Ex. "Y'all bring me those papers." If there are more than 2 people, some will say "all y'all".
Tea is supposed to be sweetened to iabetes level. Butter goes in everything. College football is its own season. The waffle house is called the Awful Waffle. Liquor stores are forcibly called ABC stores. Summers are for watermelons, corn, and pig pickings. Barbecue is chopped pork in a vinegar based sauce (eastern NC).
I'm sure there are others... what are some things you say in your neck of the woods?
And bless your heart if you call soda pop... we can't be friends. (Kidding!)
As the token Aussie, I am just gonna save myself time and...
Yeah
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Everyine wants transformers to sleep on comfy human like beds nobody apprecjates that the idw slabs are funnier.
Going ti sleep on my slab #myslab. Love my slab #myslab. Boy i cant wait to get off work ti lay completely flat on my slab #myslab
Can't wait to get home and sleep with my husband on separate slabs #ourslabs
"Could y'all do this??"
She's holding up one of the magazines with her ideal frame type. Beautiful and lean with a broad chassis. She'd already had work done, removing extra width without it affecting her altmode, and artificial liftong of her chassis. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more.
How about you ask for counseling for your body dysmorphia and eating disorder???
The vision was giving more Only Femmes than high fashion model.
"Maybe whittle mah waist down some more?"
What waist?!
Kup would absolutely blow a gasket.
"Can Ah keep a copy of this fer inspiration?"
So she can pin it to her wall as a constant reminder of what she wants to be.
Trepan, give her 'magnet' surgery to reconfigure her processor please...
"Hm?" He hums, wandering over to see what page she has fallen on of the various catalogs they have, and optics flitting over her choice of a frame type. Not a common model, so if Tessa chose it she wouldn't have much 'oh hey! same frame!' street small talk, as a lot of warbuilds don't exactly pick the frames that scream model, but Deadlift was a master of his trade when it came to designing these frames and working out alt mode compatibility. Where Trepan was helm, this guy was the frame pro.
"Of course. These catalogs are designed by one of my staff; Deadlift, who is in charge of Relinquishment. Consult of what you want and specs of your alt mode; current or new. He builds the frame, talks about colors and mods and features, and we schedule a frame swap. But, 99% of the time, he can meet all client requests. His lowest review is four stars, and he has two." Might as well up sell a service while we are here.
"But yes, Tessa, you can keep that. Makes it easier if you book an appointment, to know the one you want, especially if you have notes on what you want overall and long term"
No, Kup. She is not getting magnet surgery. Her wants are valid. And profitable.
Furrowing an optic ridge at Trepan's statement of not being as civilian as his appearance provided, she becomes curious about what that might entail. Though now was certainly not the time to discuss that matter. Perhaps over their meal she could pry a little more out of him on that subject.
He was certainly wise, and everything he said rang true. But what happens when you despise not only the mask one hides behind, but also the true spark as well? Tessa was a self-loathing perfectionist - running away from the shame of her past while simultaneously crafting a new identity. One based on perfection and superficial appearances.
Nodding in agreement on there being no shame in crying, it once again goes against her programming. Crying was a sign of weakness, and was never tolerated in her former life. It was to be done behind closed doors, and into a pillow so that no one else could hear.
Rounding the corner with Trepan, she takes in the building - highly impressed by the shimmering energy fields. Ooh shiny! She wants to touch! However, that impulse is quickly quashed as they're deactivated and they're stepping through the door.
"Sounds great," she muses as she takes in her surroundings. It was certainly a lot more fancy than she expected, but Trepan did say that he had a slew of high-class clientele. Certainly they wouldn't flock in droves to a ramshackle establishment.
"Ah'll be here."
You tell that little voice to shut up, because no matter what points it claims to be valid, at the end of the day, you have a gathering of people who adore your presence and would throw hands at the slightest inconvenience. If you were not liked, you'd know from the silence.
A nod at her choosing to mill around the lounge, occupied by various magazines about the types of frames they could offer, the customisation specs available, and a whole book dedicated to what the paints would look like in full sun or artificial light or even ultra violet light, and he's picking his way downstairs for the dispensary.
Perfect. A blister pack for sedatives, and a little bottle of 'uppers' to get her off whatever poor attempt those pink tablets were attempting.
Lift doors chiming softly as he returns to the lobby, and he's glancing around for where she's ended up.
"Done"
Pharma's optics narrow at Trepan as he listens to him talk, wings twitching a bit before he answers "Don't try to guilt trip me Trepan you're smarter than that." But he does hold the flower up to the light so he could witness what Trepan was describing. He rolls the stem between his digits, a little hmph as he became further interested. "I suppose someone has to appreciate dedication." Pharma brings it back down away from the light to give it one more look over before he steps over and places it in a 'vase' on his desk. The jet turns to look at Trepan, squinting and giving his wings one more flick. "Are you trying to get dinner out of me?" To a normal mech that would seem highly accusational, but in reality that was partially Pharma inviting him. In his own way somehow.
"I would never" Trepan says with a mock gasp, servos gracing his spark window as if offended by such an accusation that was totally uncalled for. "But you think I am smart?" He grins. He can't help it. While, yes, Pharma's scowl is somewhat welded on, he's learned that there is a little change of brightness in Pharma's optics when he is glad for company or giftings, but won't admit it. Like now. If he didn't like the flower? Could have tossed it his way. But instead, it gets put pride of place in a little vase.
"I mean, it is getting late. Not that your workload isn't important, but for a mech of such high importance here, I am sure that it can wait till morning. But yes. I am trying to get you out of your office to go eat. Because I am a hypocrite and if we both go eat, Lymph wont send us a 9 paragraph email with cites to medical studies about our bad habits"
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Points a rose at you, then
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"Trepan do you have nothing better to do than provide me torment by practicing your moves on me? Why don't you butter up the nurses or something." He glares at it, but he ends up taking it anyways, sensitive digits strategically sitting away from thorns. Pharma looks at it, glare softening only a little being the smallest indicator ever that he may just actually like it now that he looks at it. He chuffs quietly before squinting at Trepan again. "Where did you get this?"
"That depends. Is it working?" Trepan hums, striding past Pharma to take up residence in the nearby desk chair, leaning back as much as the supports allow, and servos in lap to better regard his friend and the little flower. Held to the light, each petal was like thousands of little red diamonds with how the light refracts through and off every facet.
"Saw a mech selling them on my latest spaceport run. One of the few things he salvaged from Crystal City when the pre-war exodus began, among with other botanics' as a florist. Apparently, it may chip, but it won't ever wilt ... But, you know, if you don't like it, I can throw it out as I go."
The Tesarun speedster is quick to shake her helm. "Ah avoid confrontation at all costs - what the humans would consider a people-pleaser. Ah'd rather appease to others than be rejected or worse. How's tha sayin' go? To like me's ta love me? That's all Ah want," she states simply with a small shrug.
Funny that the mech she was fawning after was a confrontation master.
It wasn't just trying to escape the shadow of her brother that led her to the party life, it was the fact that he'd introduced her to it first-hand. Normally he was her supplier. But since she'd moved, she'd had to discover other sources. Funny how fate intervenes.
"Ah've never tried cryin' on queue, but Ah do cry a lot."
Well that's embarrassing...
"Maybe it is because I am not as civillian as I look, but once you let one person dictate or walk all over you, you allow it from future sources, until you are suddenly this stranger even to yourself. I am not saying you have to be physical or violent about it, but would you rather love the real version of yourself than everyone liking the you that just nods and lets them do whatever they want? I know I don't take scrap from a lot of people regardless of the size"
I've never tried crying on queue, but I do cry a lot.
"You are not the first to cry, nor will you be the last these day. But, Bottle that feeling next time, hold it, and the moment they finish speaking about your accent or speech classes, throw the emotional Molotov cocktail. A lot of people lock or panic when people start crying, so they will be hesitant to bring up the topic in case you start up again."
Ah, there was his clinic as they round the corner. Card out to swipe, the shimmering energy fields behind the glass doors deactivating, and he is ushering Tessa in while they reactivate.
"Alright, you are welcome to wait here in the lobby while I get your things, then we can leave for Talco Bell for me to run through how to use them?"
