Oct 18, 2025
I think the main reasons why I reblog is because I can't save it and I want to turn it into a comic or art stuff
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I think the main reasons why I reblog is because I can't save it and I want to turn it into a comic or art stuff
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Atsushi HCs
When he first started out at the agency he was a disaster with the paperwork and yet didn’t want to admit it because he thought the agency would no longer see him as useful. The office ladies had also been so nice that he was afraid they’d be annoyed or frustrated with him for asking *again.*
In the end, Atsushi succumbed to asking Naomi but she took that as an invitation to absolutely (unintentionally) embarrass him. The office ladies only thought Atsushi’s lack of a memory was cute and funny.
Atsushi just stood in the corner at the end of the day, wailing in embarrassment. He couldn’t remember their names, but he tried his best and ended up writing some on his hand.
Later, Kunikida hears of this occurrence and admires what he thinks must be quite the dedication to respecting the office ADA staff! He pats Atsushi on the back for it and hands him a guide to the staff directory, stating that he should use it in the future instead. “After all, as much as I admire your dedication to good office relations, you’ve gotta be able to get some work done around here.”
Atsushi dies inside when he realizes the whole time there was a staff directory, giving up on life and tucking the list inside his pocket to glance at later. He sighs, laying his head on his desk as Ranpo chuckles with mirth and Dazai comes back soaked from another day of.. river exploration.
By the days end, Atsushi’s soul has been sucked out of him. He books it out of the Agency as quick as possible, trying to escape a wild Dazai on his tail who heard about the many women fawning over Atsushi.
Of course, Atsushi is unsuccessful in outwitting Dazai. This is especially true when Atsushi lives in the agency dorms. Later that evening, Atsushi comes back from the supermarket only to see a smirking Dazai hanging over a door. This freaks Atsushi out in concern and surprise but Dazai merely falls to the floor unphased and saying that he was just trying a “new method.”
And that was just one of many days Atsushi cursed his fickle memory once and for all… along with Dazai. Nonetheless, he still treated (had his food stolen by) his mentor to the cheap meal he was making.
Have you ever thought about making a Discord or the like for your stuff/Dirktalk in general? Not to impose or anything I just know I and a lot of people feel very connected to it and may want to engage more if it's within your comforts? Either way, love your content so much it's so niche but so personal and relatable. Thank you for your Dirks
very kind ask, but the answer is probably a hard no on this front unfortunately. I have a very limited social battery and struggle a bit just keeping up with my preestablished interpersonal connections so I don't think it would be smart to me to start a server like this. additionally, I'm more in favor of publicly archiving my dirkthoughts on a blog (here) because not everyone will have access to the server... and such things and/or analysis will be lost behind a lot of conversation. much more simple this way. thank you for the interest though! I'm really glad you like it here 😭
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“shane, what the fuck?” jules began to fume once they were outside the studio and away from the prying ears of the rest of shane’s crew. from the very beginning, jules had always had an inkling that this was a real shit idea. when her management had brought it up, she’d laughed right in their faces and subtly told them to fuck off. they’d only been broken up for less than a year and the wound from that was very much still there. however, a tiny part of her brain thought maybe it’d give them a chance to work things out so she eventually came around to it and agreed. but alas, she was now walking out with less of her dignity. “was pulling that shit really necessary?”
I completely forgot that this tree was grafted with 3 mangos lol. While one side of the tree is flowering, the other side already has mangos almost ready to harvest. Oops 😬. ・・・ #growninhaiti #mango #grafted #multiseasonal #badmemory #haiti #ayiti #abundance #delicious #fruit #tropicalfruit #agroforestry #foodforest #abundance #nogmos #nopesticides #noherbicodes #plantatree #foodsecurity https://www.instagram.com/p/B89JzjyFkpe/?igshid=1g7635a8d4qnu
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hey guys sorry i have not been posting i have a REALLY bad memory and kinda forgot i had a tumbler
The kids aren't old enough to pick up on my cues, so they're clueless to the fact that dad is drowning and needs help staying afloat in a conversation. The kids will look the semi-stranger up and down. The child has no idea why the face rings a bell. I remember the person but not sure why, or from where, but they know everything about me and not just because I put most of my life on the internet. There's a personal past that's hazy, to me at least, and I'm never good at recognizing people out of their usual element. I could go into a store a hundred times and recognize a specific employee but put them in a different environment, and I'm wondering, “How do I know this person?”,”Did we go to school together?”,”Do our kids?" or”Is he a family member I don't recall?" Only to finally realize, "oh, he works at Staples." The kids must think I have hundreds of close friends. Everyone is a bud, pal, bro, dude, or big guy. If the pseudo-stranger is a woman, there's a long "heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy" because calling a woman "dude" seems inconsiderate. Unless we're incredibly close friends. Then I'll dude the hell out of her. I've toyed with the idea of keeping a notebook on people to prevent my face from projecting sheer panic at the occasional CVS run-in. "Jerry. Kids played soccer together. Kinda looks like DB Sweeney. Wears too much Eagles gear." "Tina. Facebook friends. Daughter takes dance. Comments on all my articles. Kinda looks like DB Sweeney." Studying these notes every time I leave the house sounds like homework and who needs more to do in life? Option B is bringing it everywhere I go but what if the book fell into the wrong hands? "Did you hear that writer guy keeps a notebook about everyone in town? He's probably going to write a book about all of us someday. It's kinda creepy. Unless it becomes a movie. That would be awesome. Hopefully, the studio can get DB Sweeney." — Shoutout to @samgrinberg. That's his drawing in the background. I don't know the names of those characters either. #names #notebooks #badmemory #drawing #family #parenting #parentingtips #parentinglife #notes #messagewithabottle https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Ehx8FgWcf/?igshid=lleuuvd2jcng
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