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Stone, give me strength, I pray as I submit my dumbass resume to coffee shops
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book put the spoon back into the sauce after tasting it 🤢 no food handling lessons, huh? 🤢
#as someone who has worked in a restaurant; cooks; and has (briefly) lived in japan this show stresses me out lol#(i didn't cook in the restaurant BUT I HAD A FOOD HANDLER'S PERMIT)#and everyone's touching things that aren't clean with the gloves 😭#make it stop 😭😭😭😭#fb liveblog
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Guess who’s back after being self-grounded from the internet to focus on other things!
#So I was like way to into the internet#so then I grounded myself from the internet so that I could#focus on my spiritual life#mental health#and physical health#also so I could make some hummus#look I’m not trying to brag#but I make great hummus#I might even start selling it at the local market#I just have to get my food handlers permit#so that I can legally sell the hummus#wait I could also make chocolate hummus as well#I just need to fine tune the recipe#hold on I’m a genius#wait I should probably make spicy hummus as well#I live in the south#and a lot of people like spicy stuff here#Guess I gotta fine tune a few more recipes then I thought…#That’s all for today#I might reblog something and then come back tomorrow#food#update
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Normalize not having a pulse, digestive tract, or food handler’s permit.
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i prommy i will shut up after this but i feel like there is something to be said abt american individualism and this idea that other people are dirty by virtue of just being other people... and that sanitary seems to equal new, corporate branded, and impersonal......
bitches will refuse to eat at potlucks or go to garage sales and yet ive worked a fastfood job where a rotten slice of tomato stayed on the floor for two months, a retail job where we found a used tampon on the floor of a dressing room, and a production job where mice lived in the ceiling and shat on baked goods every night. a franchised bakery where no one but myself and one other guy had our food handlers permits. another retail job where i cleaned vomit and shit regularly without proper equipment.
people will sleep on a hookups dubious filthy sheets and then act like youre disgusting for buying used sheets you can take home and bleach before you use them. ive found chicken feathers in a bag of grapes from a big chain grocery store and youre gonna side eye me for sharing food with my neighbor. i promise other peoples houses are not any less sanitary than the restaurants you eat at and the stores you buy your new clothes from.
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i know not everyone has a food handlers permit but i do forget that it's not common knowledge that you can get food poisoning from rice. like you can get it really really really bad. pasta as well.
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Temporal Cold/Hot Wars Theorizing
Thinking about how most civilizations that range from moderately above to far beyond the 24th/25th century Federation's tech level have mellowed out and largely seem to not be expansionist for its own sake or prone to zero sum thinking, it leaves us with the problem of the Temporal Cold War. So here's a take, see what you make of it internet land.
Its clear that at some point prior to the Burn, the Vulcans and Romulans have mostly reconciled. Time Travel technology of a sort that was utilized and then abandoned in the later half of the 2Xth centuries was involved to some extent in policing and attempting to subvert the Prime timeline. The Romulan agent who attempted to assassinate Khan in Strange New Worlds is food for thought.
Her motive seems to be Romulan supremacism. Which in some sense is the typical motive of the Federation's anti-pluralist enemies. However, I have to wonder if the Temporal Cold War is 1. not intrinsically a thing that originates with the spread of temporal technology in the 2Xth centuries but rather is something that is happening all over the timeline just about as soon as someone figures out that they can go back in time by looping around a sufficiently large gravity well at warp.
And 2. that a lot of it, and this is more me having fun with the idea here, is motivated in large part by the gradual decline in overt great power competition and supremacist thinking and the implicit "victory" of the Federation. Whether they sign on the dotted line or not, the maturation and increased precision of temporal technology comes along at the same time that particular factions in formerly imperial minded polities, like the Romulans, are watching more and more of their people choose peaceful coexistence and reconciliation.
At that point the only way to avert this "decline" via peaceful assimilation, is to erase the Federation as a viable entity from history. The Sphere Builders for instance try to use the Xindi as a proxy for this.
Sera likely represents another attempt at this for the cause of Romulan ascension, although its equally possible, perhaps even more likely that she comes from an earlier point on the timeline using cruder methods of time travel (like warping around a large gravity well) since she appears to have been stranded in 1992 after failing to find and assassinate Khan and unable to return to her present to ascertain what went wrong.
Of course because the past wasn't what she expected, she may have also feared returning to a present/future in which she wouldn't be recognized by her handlers and unable to prove to their satisfaction who she was, or worse, they would accept her proof and then throw her in an oubliette for intensive study.
Finally, while the Federation and other parties to the armistice that "ended" the Temporal Wars may have destroyed their technology, it seems unlikely that that is actually the real end of it all so much as some outside neutral party is policing the advancement of the timeline such that as desirable as it may be to prevent avoidable catastrophes like the Burn or the destruction of Vulcan in the Kelvin timeline, it must be a tenet of the consensus among time traveling civilizations that nobody gets to go back and tinker Although it is interesting to speculate about when and how different intrusions that aren't repaired such as Narada starting the Kelvin timeline are permitted to spawn branching timelines.
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about to take my food handlers permit AGIAN
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got my food handlers permit why is time and temp control so fucking confusing 🫠 (<- me melting because my ass forgot what temp i was supposed to be stored in idk)
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Hullo! Not sure if this has been asked before, but if Eclipse existed in your mer/handler AU, what would he look like as a mer? Would Sun and Moon be willing to share with him?
Hmm... not sure! I make up designs as I go when I draw stuff. That being said, I think a nice rich purple, dark reds and oranges along with maybe some embellishments of deep pink would be super pretty. Maybe he'd be a charcoal color with speckles of peach and yellow... it's hard to say!
There are so many fun color ideas. I may be in the minority but I think he'd look amazing with some dark pink and other dark shades, it's a pretty underused color imo. Either way the shades wouldn't show through at first cause he'd be colored in algae and scars, so it'd take a good cleaning to get him looking normal... which would take a longass time.
(btw I'm absolutely open to suggestions for color pattern ideas)
I can imagine him being a super aggressive mer that the facility desperately wants to tame enough for the public to view since his breed is even more rare than even Sun and Moon (thus the ever-greedy Faz co. would get way more cash), but he's so dangerous that nobody is permitted in his room. That is till Management has the idea to send in y/n with their mers and hold them in a separate, closed-off tank so they can work on slowly socializing them without risking life and literal limb.
Like, damn he could jump clear over the railing if he felt like it so there'd have to be a whole transparent wall separating the two areas of the room.
Oh, and did I mention Eclipse still very much sees humans as food? Since he wasn't raised in the facility like Sun/Moon, he sees y/n as just a walking talking hunk of meat. A very tasty one, oh so within reach...
Not to mention while he's intelligent as the other mers, he's perhaps a lot more inclined to follow his instincts... which might compel him to lure y/n into a false sense of security.
Good thing Sun and Moon are there to speak some sense into our poor kind-hearted protagonist (aka rip the face off anything that tries to hurt them... buuuut y/n may just be a real good mer tamer after all •̀ ω •́ ✧
Alternatively this could be an au in which Sun/Moon don't exist so y/n's in wayy more danger (and sorely underpaid) Thoughts?
#Anonymous#I was already (very slowly) working on a sequel sequel to the mer au#Which is more or less a series now tbh#and oh my gOD I'M RETHINKING EVERYTHING#BC THIS HAS ME FROTHING AT THE MOUTH#I NEED TO ADD ECLIPSEEEE#fic ramblings#mer au#Eclipse#*gives anon a piece of coral*
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Gnashing of Teeth - Chapter 2
Previous // Next (tbd)
CW: pet-adjacent whump, instituzionalized slavery, nonconsensual fighting, fight scene, violence, blood, strangulation, non-con drug use
A/N: Detailed fight scenes are not my forte in writing (and I know they can be a bit boring to read), but they will not be frequently featured in this story. I felt that this one was necessary for setting the scene of the story, describing Sasha's mindset, and situating the reader to just what's at stake.
Sasha’s drug tests had come back clean. Of course they came back clean. They were smart when they dosed him, carefully timed around the fights he would be put in for, just enough days apart for his blood to come back pure.
Given the intensity of the prior day’s workout routine, Sasha knew that he must have been a last-minute replacement for this bout. Maybe one of the other fighters hadn’t passed their blood test. Maybe they’d had a rash of resistance and been forcibly subdued.
Maybe, as was common among Sasha’s kind, they had finally killed themselves.
“You ready?” Boss’s voice spoke right into Sasha’s ear, the breath hot and rancid against his skin. If Sasha had been permitted any food in the last six hours, he knew he would have thrown it up. But he mustered the strength to answer rather than gag.
“Yes, Boss.” The answer was pure reflex, nothing more. Just enough words to get Boss to back the fuck away.
Sasha tried to focus on the pounding in his chest, the angry heart that fluttered against his ribs, a side effect of the caffeine and other stimulants he had been force-fed hours prior. His eyes were fixed on the doors straight ahead. As soon as they opened he would be forced into the pit, and he would find himself face to face with another man - no, another thing - like himself.
His life depended on his strength.
Naked except for the collar around his neck and the tight black briefs that hugged his hips, Sasha struggled to control his breathing. Every part of his body was vibrating with the urge to fight, to let his bruised knuckles smash into flesh, his teeth wrap around any visible fingers or ears. He likewise anticipated the bloody thrill of his gums getting sliced open by his own teeth and nails scratching down his scarred forearms. Adrenaline flared and he rolled his shoulders back.
“Atta boy,” Boss said and smacked Sasha on his sweat-soaked shoulder. “You get ‘em down and keep ‘em down, and we’ll give you a rest day tomorrow.”
“Yes, Boss.”
That final promise of reprieve was always the sign it was just a few seconds away from go-time. Mere moments until the guillotine door would pull open and reveal the dirt pit with impossibly high walls, the crimson-splattered ground illuminated by blinding white lights. Spectators and bettors would cheer with unabashed bloodlust, always just out of sight behind the rails atop the walls. It was a cacophony of utter violence.
And just as Sasha let out a sharp puff of breath through his nose, the door lifted open.
Sasha rushed forward with a roar building in his throat, just as his handlers had taught him. Don’t think, don’t wait, don’t hesitate. He ran until he collided with another body moving at almost the same speed, their flesh hitting with a sickening smack. That first moment was the only chance Sasha would get to size up his opponent before they attempted their first strike.
The other fighter was shorter, Sasha could tell just from the way their head had collided with his collarbone. But they also were broader, which he had determined the way that his own feet had slid back upon impact. As for strength he could only guess that they were about evenly matched. For a moment, Sasha swore he saw a glint of fury from blue eyes, but it could have just as easily been his imagination.
Sasha drew back his left fist and sunk it deep into the other fighter’s abdomen.
Boss liked Sasha to keep the fight on his feet for as long as possible, Boss said it made fighters look dignified as they pummeled their opponent. “Patrons don’t pay top dollar to see two brutes wrestling with each other in the dirt.” Grapple holds and headlocks were the most effective way to win, but it was always more thrilling to see the loser sway on their feet before toppling unconscious to the ground. At least, that’s what Sasha had been told in his training.
After assessing his opponent, and after landing the first blow, all rational thought left Sasha’s mind. He gave in to the bloodlust and anger that so often overpowered him. Nothing less than nuclear fury would get him through the end of this match, whether the match was seconds or minutes long, and he would be one day closer to earning his humanity back. He was going to be a winner, then he would go back to the showers and get the blood washed from his knuckles, and sleep for twelve hours.
It would be pure bliss.
The only thing Sasha could hear as he sunk fist after fist into his opponent’s sides was the rush of his own breathing. Deep, guttural, animal breaths. He was an animal now, after all. The transformation had taken place as soon as he stepped in the ring.
Warm liquid splattered across his face and he knew it was blood, but not his own. There was a spark of glee at the thought that he could win. The other fighter wasn’t making as much contact, and hadn’t yet landed a blow on Sasha’s face. Those training sessions had made Sasha’s instincts sharp enough to dodge uppercuts without a second thought.
Then they both went down in a tumble of limbs as the other fighter lost his balance. Sasha reflexively bucked his hips, as he intended to roll the other fighter so he could end up on top.
The other man tried to do the same, but he was too late. Sasha had already leaned forward and wrapped his teeth around their collarbone. This earned Sasha a ear-piercing shriek of pain before other teeth returned the favor, foreign enamel sinking into the skin above Sasha’s pectoral muscle. That was alright - so long as they were focused on biting, Sasha had the chance to move in for his finishing move.
Other fighters didn’t like this method, Boss had said. They thought it was too inhumane. Sasha didn’t mind. As soon as the fighter bit down, Sasha pulled them in close to his body and released his own bite hold. Now they were trapped close to his body, and being stuck on the ground, they didn’t have even an inch of leverage. Then, and only then, did Sasha wrap his forearms tight around their throat.
This fighter released their bite hold immediately and fell back to using their nails, but they were flat against the dirt, pressed beneath Sasha’s full weight as his forearms pushed against their jugular. Now their adrenaline-filled body was being deprived of the oxygen it so desperately needed to keep going. The desperate squirming told Sasha that he was close, so he pressed harder, his own forehead almost against the ground. Blood and sweat made their exposed bodies slick against each other, and Sasha knew that this was as close as he would get to an embrace until his next match.
Blood thundered in his ears. Reality was starting to drift away as the wriggling form beneath him began to still, go limp, become little more than a prey animal. It wasn’t human to begin with, was it? A growl mounted in Sasha’s throat and he put his whole weight into the maneuver, every pound of muscle meant to crush, crush, crush-
Instinct was cut short by electricity freezing him in place. Sasha’s lungs seized and he fell off the other fighter, now in the dirt next to them, and he writhed beneath the current and its familiar agony. When the sensation ended he was on his back, staring up at the spotlights, his chest rising and falling with every gasp. The buzzing in his ears faded, and he heard the roar of whistling and hollering from the stands above, the sound of satisfied spectators who had won their bets. Through the fuzz of animal instinct, Sasha felt a small hint of pride.
He’d won again.
The victory was short lived as the catch pole tightened around his neck and hauled him to his feet. He struggled to go in the direction the handlers were pulling him, relying only on the tugging at his neck to guide him back to the darkness behind the door. Sasha still let out soft growls as he panted in spite of himself. Something in the pit was transformative, lighting his blood on fire with the urge to destroy.
That very instinct was why victors were subjected to the catch pole, a stick that secured them a solid ten feet from the handlers. This was the only safe way to pull amped-up fighters away from their opponent and back to their cages. It would take Sasha the better part of two hours to come down from the animalistic high of fighting, and in that time he was a liability even to the handlers that had conditioned his obedience.
When Sasha came to from the fugue of predatory bloodlust, he would be rinsed down and clothed. Severe wounds would be treated - often Sasha couldn’t feel them until the pain set in hours later - and the others would be left to heal on their own. If he had won, they would also feed him dinner, and fulfill whatever other small comforts had been promised.
Darkness surrounded Sasha as he was pulled back into the tunnel and the doors to the pit shut behind him. He strained against the catch pole for just a moment when he thought he saw a silhouette, but another rough yank kept him moving forward.
“Guess you earned yourself the chance to sleep in,” a distant voice said.
Sasha only growled in response.
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I can handle food safely and legally now
Time to cook👨🍳
Woo! Food Handler's Permit my beloved. Time to hand out food to anyone and everyone
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im getting a food handlers permit, i am going to handle your food (THIS IS A THREAT) /j
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I've had a basically nonstop schedule for the past week.
Tuesday I had a meeting. Then Wednesday I was helping out with my mom. Friday I had that tuberculosis test. Saturday I did my CPR, AED, and First aid training. And today I did my volunteering, got my food handlers permit, and got the test results back. Spoiler, I don't have it.
Tomorrow I have my job interview and Friday I have babysitting
So I apologize for my lack of writing. Life has decided to grab me by the neck and tossed me into reality. Hopefully everything chills out soon so I can start writing again.
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