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“Jet skis are a gift from god” my good man what the FUCK does that mean????? Are you a cocaine dealer???? Can I have some????

It’s nice to see that other people also feel like this

I LOVE doing those stupid mundane tasks like sweeping stocking shelves and picking up trash HELL I even enjoy working customer service and waitressing BUT NONE OF THOSE JOBS ARE VIABLE FOR ANYONE

And I hate how society tells me that I should feel little and worthless even if I were to work these jobs

Like I literally feel like I should be embarrassed for even wanting to work as a janitor or waitress. I’m told that those are jobs for people who are still in highschool or people who flunked out of college. But why??? They aren’t!!!!! They are very real and serious jobs!!!! That are important!!!!!!!!

#LateStageCapitalism

went to an emo nite show on friday and met a guy wearing a brown leather jacket and a mcr shirt. didn't get his name or number. we sang welcome to the black parade and i'm not okay with each other. he said he liked my energy and my skeleton gloves. i've been beating myself up all week about why i didn't get his number. every time i turn a corner, i foolishly hope he's walking there. is this important for anyone to know? not really. but i can't stop thinking about who i have dubbed to be mcr leather jacket guy. i like to think that if i really was meant to know him, he'll show up again in some way. for now, i'll just think of him whenever i hear my favorite songs.

Would anyone be interested in some art?

No

Ok

Reki actually opens up a bit to Langa.

- Wrote a Renga oneshot, because what the heCk was episode 7 :) 

How I look waiting for my mutuals to send me a message (PLZ ask for my discord or tiktok or anything I’m 2 shy for this)

laying my head on an older mans lap as he pets my hair and calls me a sweet girl would solve all my problems i think 🩷🩷

I need to finish writing that joey piss fic but I just haven't had the time :/

I've been trying to write little by little since like the beginning of february TT

We all know Kai’s coping mechanisms for grief are extremely destructive. He became an alcoholic to deal with Zane’s death, and openly said he wished he would be dead instead of him.

BUT During Nya’s death (at least nearly after the year, who knows what he was doing the months before he opened a dojo, probably definitely crying himself to sleep every night and other sad sad things. another quick reminder kai felt the same amount of pain jay did.) he surrounded himself with kids. On the outside, doesn’t seem so bad. He’s a teacher. At least he’s not an alcoholic! Yay?

No. Not yay.

He surrounded himself with Children. Little girls (and boys) who undoubtedly reminded him every single day of his baby sister. Kai was basically torturing himself, forcing himself to remember that he was unable to protect his nya. Seeing all these eager kids wanting to learn how to fight, seeing these parents send in their Tom’s and their Jennifer’s, through desperation he tried to help protect them so the guilt of failing to protect Nya was less suffocating. So that neither Tom or Jessica’s parents go through what he went, and so that when the guilt is just a little less suffocating , because it probably won’t ever not be suffocating, he can try and just maybe scrape the courage and try living and breathing in the honor of the life she, his baby sister, nya, lived, telling her story and fulfilling her dreams (likely what nya would have wanted) instead of drowning in the grief of the life she couldn’t live.

I feel so art blocked I don't think I could draw something I'm proud of even if I wanted to and I want to 😭