Literally Most Things That People Write Off As Just ‘textures’ To Use In Graphics Are Stolen & Unsourced

Fittingly enough, the Pacer Test was the epitome of “bad time”.

Composition by Muffet,1932. Recorded Circa 1933 in Underground Studios®. 

Mandolin: Papyrus

Melodica: Sans

Guitar: Asriel

Knife: Chara

Bass: Undyne

Drums: Muffet

since mrs, ms, and mr are all descended from the latin word magister, i propose the gender neutral version should be mg, short for "mage"

I worked a job in a kindergarten for a year under a full-time volunteering programme after finishing school. It's marketed as a good way to get experience and social brownie points. While I don't regret doing it and meeting some nice people along the way, I was expected to do almost the same work as the teachers there for 2-3€ per hour, which kinda feels unfair. My superiors would also rub it in my face that I'm only a volunteer and don't deserve to get a half-decent wage because I'm not educated for the job. I don't want the same salary a qualified teacher gets, but maybe enough to sustain myself, at least? I was forced to live with my parents because I couldn't even afford social housing and the programme doesn't offer accommodation.

I get it, it's volunteering, but it seemed a little weird for me to do it full-time with no time for an actual paying job. It just kinda felt like another way of getting cheap labour for the social sector, which doesn't have nearly enough workers, instead of employing more qualified people. If I had to stay home because of sickness, the whole day would need to be restructured because we didn't have nearly enough people. Guess it's all fair because I'm a volunteer.

Maybe I'm too nihilistic, but the future doesn't seem very bright when it comes to jobs. I don't know.

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Todays doodles are Myras personal Horse Acting Guide! 🐴

DISCLAIMER: im not a horse expert, but i’ve been hobby riding for 13 years and read some books through the years, so it’s just my personal experience. I dont know everything and people have different ways!

*heavy southern accent*: terfs aint got no friends

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest