Temizlik perilerim geldi yine 😁😃🤗🧼🧽🧹

No se porque me molesta tanto, no sale de mi mente el tema. Ni siquiera sé como explicarselo a alguien para que me aconseje o me diga que hice mal. Tampoco puedo hacerlo, porque todo puede salir de control. Siento que hice algo malo. Mucho antes lo hice y me disculpé y conversé con las respectivas personas. Pero creo que mi amiga no confía en mi. Todo lo que hago puede parecer sospechoso. Y ahora me hizo sentir más incomoda. Más con ella que a las que le hice daño. No se que hacer o no hacer. Si ya no me junto con ellas. No me quiero juntar con nadie más. Creo que soy mala amiga. No quiero problemas. No quiero que digan que soy muy buena persona cuando no lo soy. He cometido errores. Y me arrepiento. Siento que soy hipocrita. No quiero lastimar a nadie. Y pensar mal de nadie.

Supongo que veré como se dan las cosas.

Just found out there's a cookie chain here that a) closes at 1 in the morning and b) delivers

x: “už si mi chýbala”

y: “aj ty mne“

x: “a ja som ti chýbal či len sex?”

“je mi to jedno, dnes chcem byť s tebou”

Rewatching the last ep and when the bad kids are investigating the rat grinders base and chats, there's mention that storms are associated with the nightmare King and I. God brennan couldn't have dropped more hints without just outright saying it

View of a Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress from the deck USS Washington (BB-56), circa July 1942.

Photographed by Frank Scherschel for LIFE Magazine.

LIFE Magazine Archives: 116792839

Hojo: Setsuno got the goddamn duck tales theme song stuck in my head on loop, and normally I’d say I’d kill someone if they did that, but for him, I refuse to give him such luxury.

i think i might go forward w the full time position at my job. happy yet defeated.

Sometimes, YouTube is funny.

while mutt does sometimes inspire parental feelings, usually in people who already are parents, as far as fond relationships go, he's more likely to give off the energy of a little brother, a cool young cousin, an apprentice/mentee, or simply that kid you have an intergenerational friendship and rapport with. his general attitude/bearing and fierce independence has something to do with it -- he doesn't act in a way that suggests he particularly needs or wants someone to feel that way about him.

How do I tell this hiring manager that I really want this job, and she seems cool, and the role would be awesome for me, and I can start on Monday without...saying that?

Dawson's shift at the wheel goes by with little issue. He hands the wheel off to Nico shortly after 17:00, then resolves to immediately go find something to eat.

The Voices begin to speak to him as he heads below deck, a cacophony of quiet, whispered, unintelligible questions, weights pressing down on his head, his neck, his shoulders, growing stiff and uncomfortable. "What do you want?" he asks again to them. No response. Please just ask your questions. Please.

The pilot's mate enters the small dining hall, head down, and walks to where a small group is sitting - the same sailors from earlier.

"Dawson!" Erik Haula pats the seat next to him, scooting over to make room. Dawson flops down into the seat, looking up to catch Vitek's eye.

The cook, tending to a large pot, nods, scooping up two bowls of soup and heading over, taking the other seat available. He slides one bowl to Dawson, along with a few pucks of hard bread; Dawson nods in appreciation, dunking the bread in the broth and chewing on it. Sea turtle. Figures, given the point of the journey they're at. "Good?" Vitek asks, with the charismatic smile that you're not going to say no to, even if there are literal maggots in the food.

"Great, VV," Dawson offers back, appreciative, as he turns back to his plate. Vitek, too, stirs his soup, waiting for it to cool down as he listens to the group talk.

" - So there we were, facing off against the Crown Jewel! One of the Royal Navy's best! And our ship was so much smaller, less crew, fewer cannons, everything. But Captain Landeskog had an idea." Ryan Graves's eyes twinkle as he tells the story he's told many times before. "He told us that we'd have to trust him completely for this to work - that he'd turn Frostbite around and go straight to pass Crown Jewel on her starboard side. And none of us bought into it - we all thought we were signing our death warrants - but we believed in him. The captain took the wheel as the storm only got worse, and we turned hard around. Crown Jewel was so surprised, her sailors didn't have time to load the cannons, and we sailed right past them! By the time she turned, we were half a league away. We pulled out a victory without firing a single shot!"

Luke Hughes drums his fingers on his wooden glass. "What happened to Frostbite?" he asks, voice deadpan.

Gravy splutters. "That - I'm sure they're doing well," he defends, crossing his arms.

Yegor Sharangovich grins over his soup-drenched puck of hardtack. "Sure they are."

Gravy only rolls his eyes as Haulzy speaks up. "I've met those guys on a number of occasions," the elder pirate muses. "If they went down, we would have heard by now."

Dawson nods, lifting his bowl to his lips to take a long sip. "Remember when Phoenix was sunk by Hunter?"

"Hah," Haula grins. "Back when you were still in the Navy, eh, Mercy?"

To that, the pilot's mate only shrugs. "Only proves my point," he agrees. "Word travels fast." He consciously ignores how his shoulders ache, how the Voices get louder and louder in the peripherals of his hearing. If they ask their questions, speak what they want to, it'll ease up. If they won't, well, he'll just have to live with it until they do.

Ms. Vixen: Oh God, not again, not again! No, no!

Nogla: Did it get her?

*Lanai screaming, Vanoss laughing.*