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Every time I think about the entry level job paradox my head feels like it’s gonna explode.
Whenever I think about all the people that didn’t hire me to be a busser because I didn’t have any restaurant experience even though it’s the lowest ranking job in the restaurant I feel a dangerous urge to strangle a hiring manager.
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Part 1 of my Wizard Maze comic, an homage to @wizardsisananimal’s amazing quiz that you can try here.
Read part 2 here
I absolutely loved the maze. I did it 4 times and am still mentally trapped there even now. Thanks for reading!
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TDS, February 11, 2015
Jordan Klepper looks at the issue of sex education in schools
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☆. 。.:* Everglow *:. 。.☆
(cover and print I made for my kl zine this summer! 💜)
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kagehina comic that i made! i wanted to do something based on their graduation and that thing about boys giving their 2nd gakuran button to a love interest was just. so them
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im done arguing if you disagree with indoor smoking im straight up killing you
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morticia and gomez are my favorite couple…..cara mia ❤️
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[10:56 p.m.]
“can you be honest with me?”
you blink at bokuto who’s clutching the doorframe of your apartment’s front door, slightly out of breath, probably from running up the three flights of steps from the lobby.
“yes?” your voice lilts as you peer at your close friend. it’s rather late, so you’re unsure why bokuto would show up so abruptly, without so much of a text to warn you he was showing up, hence, he’s seeing you in your warm fuzzy pajamas pants and t-shirt. had you not been so close, you’d be mortified.
“tell me what you see in him.”
your head tilts at the vagueness of his statement but his fierce stare makes you gulp. connecting whatever dots the statement gives you, you slouch in place.
“bokuto, do we really have to-“
“what do you see in him?” he repeats, firmer this time,making no move to leave. his hands clutch the doorframe harder, so hard, you can see the whites of his knuckles. “you run back to him every time, so please, tell me.”
bokuto hardly speaks to you about your on and off again boyfriend unless you bring him into the conversation, asking for input into a guy’s mind. and each time, bokuto advises you never to go back to him.
but then you did. every time.
“he says he’s changed,” you murmur, twisting your arms behind your back, feeling uncomfortable for the interrogation. why was he so interested? and why at this hour?
bokuto, normally so upbeat and happy, scoffs with a sneer, gently brushing past you into your apartment. he spins on his heel to face you. “really? you really believe that? how many times have you been in this loop, y/n?”
you stammer, “i…i don’t know. why are you demanding to know all this?”
bokuto disregards your question.
“does he really love you?”
his question makes your heart fall down to your stomach.
your boyfriend, as comforting of a constant person in your life could be, isn’t exactly an ideal situation if you look at your relationship in a third person point of view. regardless, there’s a deep history between the two of you and it’s a history you can’t - you won’t - shake off.
not when he was your first kiss. not when he was your first time. not when he was your first love. this man was present during all the important periods of your life but emotionally, there for none.
still, without him, you’d feel empty.
it’s toxic, you’re aware. but you’d rather be comfortable in the presence of another than lonely and empty.
“he does-“
“like you know that i can?” he cuts you off, face flushing slightly and you can’t tell if it’s from frustration or something else.
“huh?”
“does he love you like i can?” bokuto repeats the whole question, breathing heavily afterward. there’s a few beats of silence following that, with just the two of you staring at one another.
you don’t say a word, too shocked at your friend’s words.
“y’know, i’ve been watching you run back to him every single time,” bokuto chuckles humorlessly. “and the funny part? every time i got the nerve to finally tell you how i felt about you, that was the moment you ran back to him. my timing was always off.” he shoves his hands in his pockets.
your lips stay parted as you register his words.
“so,” he drawls, rocking on the balls of his feet. “‘figured might as well tell you while you’re with him. better than not saying anything at all.”
“bokuto,” you breathe.
“im not sure if my feelings were apparent,” he shrugs. “tsumu said so but it was never confirmed since you never said anything if they were.”
they weren’t.
but in a way, they were.
you’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way bokuto’s gazes were softer than anyone else’s you knew. the hugs he gave you lasted much longer and felt much tighter than others you’ve had. and lastly, the comfort he gave was greater than any feeling your boyfriend had given you.
but comfort was temporary you thought. given your entire relationship with your boyfriend, comfort comes in waves. sometimes it’s strong being with the person you love, and other times, the love fizzles and at times, it just seems nonexistent. but the comfort comes back…eventually.
doesn’t it?
“and i’m telling you now,” bokuto smiles, though it’s sad, as if he’s in pain. granted, he is. he’s spent months, maybe years, pining for you. only to watch you get back with your ex when all he wanted was for you to be in his arms. “ i don’t care if this man has been with you since you were thirteen. i loved you first.”
you don’t realize you’re crying until bokuto takes two long strides toward you, bringing your face in his big hands. “shit, didn’t mean to make y’cry.”
you weren’t crying because you were sad. you weren’t even crying because you were overwhelmed, which you definitely were. you were crying because for once, for fucking once, there’s warmth in your heart because of another person’s love.
you didn’t know you yearned to hear those words with actual meaning so much.
“you do?” you sniffle as bokuto wipes the moisture from your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.
leaning down to press his forehead against yours, bokuto sighs. “always have.”
comfort from bokuto was never temporary, you realize as he wipes away your tears, staring at you with nothing but utter adoration.
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Comrades in Minneapolis—this video from Chile shows how to extinguish tear gas canisters quickly, safely, and easily.
To deal with tear gas canisters, take a water jug with a wide mouth, put a little baking soda, dish soap, and/or vegetable oil in the jug of water—3 tablespoons of each to 1 liter of water. Pick up the canister with protective gloves (it’s hot and can burn you!), drop it in the jug, and shake the jug while covering the top with your gloved hand just enough that the gas doesn’t get out. Don’t cover the top too tightly—you don’t want to make the jug explode.
Don’t let the police or #COVID19 cut off your air supply. Fight back!
#icantbreathe #GeorgeFloyd #Minneapolis
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170730 bumkeyk: You should say “I’ll eat well~~”
jonghyun.948: I’ll eat well!
200408 bumkeyk: Happy birthday I miss you so much
I’m always sorry and I always love you
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