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#the days that pass
thejollywriter · 1 month
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So I'm going to be real, I have been struggling in a way that is difficult to articulate. In January this year I was working for Pizza Hut, doing delivery work in this new Northern City that I share with some tumblr mutuals.
One night at the end of the evening I was robbed. I wasn't physically hurt but a man pulled a gun on me instead of paying for his pizza and had an accomplice take the thermal bag and walk away.
Man put a gun in my face and threatened to end my life for pizza. When I get back to the store my manager was wildly unhelpful aggressive with the cops, and generally uncompassionate to me.
I quit a couple of days later because said manager wouldn't make changes to our delivery range after a certain times of day in order to protect me, the only delivery driver that actually worked for this particular store. Every other delivery was literally handled by doordash.
I've been struggling ever since, in some ways financially but in a larger metaphysical way that I haven't really been able to give voice to until a couple of days ago.
I admit being hung up on the fact that a man put a gun in my face over Pizza. I don't know if it's reasonable to be hung up on that fact, that a man threatened to end my life over take out. And given that context, I have struggled pretty immensely to give a single solitary fuck about the normal things that I had been worried about before then.
How do I fucking care about a cubicle job in the face of that?
There's a phrase; don't borrow grief from the future. But given that the guy put a gun in my face there is only the potential of what he could have stopped if he had pulled the trigger. All the books I haven't written, the friends I haven't met, the partner I haven't seen, like.
I would like to have a more stable job, and make more reliable money but I just can't bring myself to fucking care about the pantomime of the nine to five. And that's really hard to deal with because it's just like, I can't ignore that I almost fucking died over Pizza, it's not fucking worth it and yet that's what happened. And I'm supposed to just keep on playing the exact same game as if that's all my life is fucking worth? 15 bucks an hour and dying for pizza?
I don't know how I'm going to solve my money problem. But I'm kind of throwing myself into my art and my patreon and my streaming because it's just like those are the only things that matter, cuz it ain't about the money it's the fact that like these are tangible things that will be left when I'm gone. There will be art with my name on it that will be left in my absence.
I hope to live for many decades and spend a lot of time with the woman I love and my friends and just experiencing a big beautiful world, but the violence of capitalism is making it really fucking hard to cope with there being no recourse to; I almost died over takeout and I'm now fundamentally incapable of playing the game of being a happy little cog in a worthless machine.
I cannot physically do it.
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cozylittleartblog · 1 year
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not that we didn't already Know belos was full of shit, but it's even funnier knowing the titan was still alive the whole time and probably judging him
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tariah23 · 3 months
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
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inkskinned · 10 months
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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aalghul · 20 days
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Jason canonically looking very similar to Dick is something so precious to me
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FNAF movie Mike misunderstood Vanny’s request,,
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soulmvtes · 3 months
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i just really love strangers who smile so brightly at you for no actual reason
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akanemnon · 4 months
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To be fair, she found the letter on the floor of the school hallway...
FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT
MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)
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thejollywriter · 1 month
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I'm goin to bed but i just figured out my next book.
It's a novel that has three smaller novellas inside that all cover the fight against a similar bad guy, but with three different sets of protagonists across time.
The three eras are the late 1940s, the late 2020s, and the near-future cyberpunk setting i created for the Redwood Files.
ALL THREE stories take place in Redwood. Here's a summary.
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It’s a time of HUGE EXPANSION for the little town of Redwood, as oil is found in them thar hills, and post-war America is famished for that Black Gold.
But not everyone’s excited, and not everyone trying to sink these new wells are what they seem.
Nomadic detectives Sophie and Aretha “Rita” Dubois are WW2 vets. Spies and partisans both, they’re incredibly clever, experienced fighters, and very, very tired. Married in secret during the war, they’re struggling to put down roots and find a place to build a life.
With their latest stop in Redwood, things don’t seem like they’re off to any better of a start, until one night one of the heralds from the Fae Courts visits. Rita recognizes her instantly, and offers to help.
Turns out, not every well being drilled is drilling for oil. Even worse, several of the drillers are Operation Paperclip refugees, plopped down in Redwood to continue Hitler’s occult-related research.
They intend to drill into the magical boundaries of Redwood to harness the power therein, and make portals at-will to alternate worlds where they can siphon material, people, and technology to correct the ending of WW2.
Once again fighting nazis, including American sympathizers who hid their allegiances during the war, Sophie and Rita pull out every trick they learned in occupied France to put a stop to their machinations, once and for all.
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the next two stories will follow the evolving threat, one with a modern detective i haven't thought of, and the final tale following Delilah Jones as she puts the final nail in the coffin of these nazis.
Every chapter and update will be posted first on Patreon. Sigh up today for a single US dollar to see these stories aS THEY HAPPEN, and even get your name in the credits of the CURRENT book, being published soon.
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bigfatbreak · 6 months
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"what's the biggest difference in Tom's character in the dad villain au" you've never seen a papa-bear go so grizzy mode so fast
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howlsnteeth · 2 months
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24/05/2022
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i was gonna tack this on at this end of the last post but thought it deserves it’s own post 💀 because AINT NO WAY ADRIEN DOESNT QUESTION THIS MAN ASNJDILHASJKLE
Bonus:
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wuruwan · 8 months
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ccorinthian · 2 years
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fuck you ageism fuck you life ending at 30 fuck you makeup industry forcing us to feel bad about a natural process fuck you hustle culture fuck you instagram fuck you youtube fuck you glorification and deification of youth fuck you who make people feel bad for not having "achieved anything" in their 20s fuck you people who peaked in high school and try to drag everybody down by insisting it's all downhill after 19
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ruby-red-inky-blue · 21 days
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one of my favourite things about AO3 tags is their dedication to canon accuracy, even when that means it devolves into complete mayhem like
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Percy was not named with a fan following in mind, this was clearly a running gag but it's his name so they have to use all of it
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gingersp1ce547 · 5 months
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