Mavis

thats what we call neo nazis and shitty conservative bros? or at least its what we used to call them? why are ppl calling themselves "chuds" affectionately now

what is happening

when you call yourself and your friends "chuds"

YOU

ARE

CALLING

YOURSELF

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As if she slept with Ian SPECIFICALLY because he wasn't nice, and avoided Bear because he was nice. Bear was nice but she only saw him as a brother, which isn't bad, but this guy said this as if sleeping with someone is the only love you could give them. Nikki was very affectionate with Bear and kind towards him. Being nice doesn't ultimately give you sex. Casual hookups are a thing, it's nothing strange and it doesn't make Nikki a bad person who deserves this torture.

Bear WAS a good representation of a "nice guy". I sympathised with him at the beginning when his cat died and when I saw how socially awkward he was. He was too scared to tell her he likes her when she asked him. He seems like the sweetest guy who only wanted his crush to like him back, but the way he worded it was actually the first red flag - "I wish Nicky Freeman loved me more than anyone in the fucking world.". Then he had sex with her while she was under the spell - that's literally rape (the whole wish itself was abuse of her mind and body). He sees her harming herself and he was just frowning at her and sitting there because she's acting crazy while he wants her to be normal, not because he's worried about her injuries. He refused to put her out of her misery when she begged out of desperation because he just wanted to own her and didn't care that the person he apparently loved was suffering.

While drawing doctor riddle, i had a thought about what if deuce got injured while working as a magic enforcer and ace had to bring him to a hospital and they accidentally met riddle again. Cue riddle’s disapproving stare.

some dream of the endless stamps :~] 🪼 f2u w/out cred!

Your brain is a 25-watt computer.

Like...can you see it?

look they are in hell wow

Meeting Hob/Hebe Gadling!

Pale being just...standing...there

Smiling kittens! :D

Wet and sad kittens :(

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.