i need to get a copy of this

I just completed my piece for the @ml-disaster-relief-zine

Unfortunately, I am not allowed to upload my final piece until the zine is out so in the mean time, here is a preview of my piece! :)

Check out the zine as there are many talented artist, writers, and cosplayers participating in it too! Honestly, I have no idea what I am doing in this zine because everyone is so good and I am no where near their standard. @_@ To get a copy of the zine, all you have to do is donate to the charities listed. Remember, every cent counts when it comes to helping those in need.  ❤

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Hallow Slough

The house has 1 bedroom and 2 bathrooms and was decorated with a single sim in mind! 

  • Packs you will need:
    • Outdoor retreat, Get Together, City Living, Get to Work, Movie Hangout, Parenthood, Spa Day, Dine Out, Cool Kitchen, Backyard Stuff
  • Cost: $78,943
  • 1 Bed 2 Bath
  • 30 x 20 Lot
  • To install, download and copy them into your My Documents/Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Tray folder.

The CC I used in this lot is: wallpaper, wallpaper, oh, look, more wallpaper

Enable bb.moveobjects cheat before placing the lot! Tag me if you use!

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Or my Orgin ID is: Milly1112 (remember to turn on CC to see it!)

//okay, get this, my inner Lutz was showing today. Aka my time management is absolute crap sometimes.

I had to go to uni to pick up books for an essay. And i wanted to get some copies of a book in another library, cause i couldn’t borrow it. So i went to Amsterdam (yes i study at Koen’s place pfff, no i haven’t seen him, yet) and got all the stuff i needed.

But i had to go all the way back home, get my stuff, cause I’m visiting @ask-thenetherlands. But the book thing took much longer than i expected and so i hurried all the way back home to get my stuff and leave again. Because i was stubborn and didn’t want to drag my stuff with me to uni.

Plus i almost missed my bus cause it was early. But I made it and that makes me proud.

I feel so restless tho ugh

radioactivepeasant  asked:

Hello, I really love your Toshinko stuff! Might I request then, something involving the prompt "buying baby clothes" with them? (Wait, does All Might get his own merchandise free? Would that mean they get free All Might onesies? Now I have questions...)

Ah! This is a cute one! I had to get one of my guinea pigs out to cuddle while I write (for inspiration)!


“What about THIS one?” All Might shoved a brightly colored onesie into her face.

Inko squeaked. Her husband was nearly dancing– his blue eyes ever so bright and his smile so large it was infectious. The object in question was one of his own merchandise and a copy of his hero costume. Complete with the little ‘wings’ on the arm guards. It WAS adorable, if she were being entirely honest.

“Don’t you get those for free, dear? We already have too many clothes for the little one as it is…” The woman did feel need to say, a hand coming down to settle on her rather large middle. She had chosen to wear loose dresses for the end of her pregnancy. It was no use trying to look trendy anymore. Comfort was key at that stage. Toshinori still insisted that she was beautiful and nothing short of perfect.

He paused, looking down at the tiny outfit in his large, tanned hands. “T-That’s true!” The big man laughed. “I never considered this side of matters over the previous years, I suppose!” He had never considered HE would be a father, in other words.

It took great effort and willpower but he put the onesie back on the rack, then took up his place at the cart to dutifully follow his darling wife through the rest of the store.

-

That night, sat on the floor amid far too many pieces of a crib that needed to be put together, All Might let out a frustrated sigh. He was made to punch things– not assemble a hundred wooden dowels into a piece of furniture. Yet he would endure for the sake of his child!

Inko was slumped on the couch. She looked miserable. Her ankles were swollen and she had a hot pack on her lower back. Toshinori winced. Whatever Hell he was going through was nothing compared to hers.

Yet he was distracted by the thought of that onesie. He… couldn’t help it. His hands fidgeted, and suddenly he stood and made his way for the bedroom, and then the closet– digging deep into boxes. Somewhere! He knew it was SOMEWHERE!

Inko sat up with a wince. “Honey…?”

All Might emerged, sheepishly, and with something small, brightly colored and dusty in his big hands. He laid it on her lap. “The company sent me the first one when they started making them.” His voice was oddly quiet. “I… REALLY want our baby to have this one.” HIS collector onesie. The FIRST one.

Inko picked up the object. There it was. The same one from the store. Unused but years older and covered in dust. It was a little dull from the closet, but to her it seemed so much MORE than the ones they were selling to the masses. Her eyes teared up. “Yes, love. Of course.”

Ridiculous yet effective ways to deal with Executive Dysfunction

Dealing with executive dysfunction and ADHD becomes so much easier when you stop trying to do things the way you feel like you should be able to do them (like everyone else) and start finding ways that actually work for you, no matter how “silly” or “unnecessary” they seem.

For years my floor was constantly covered in laundry. Clean laundry got mixed in with dirty and I had to wash things twice, just making more work for myself. Now I just have 3 laundry bins: dirty (wash it later), clean (put it away later), and mystery (figure it out later). Sure, theoretically I could sort my clothes into dirty or clean as soon as I take them off and put them away straight out of the dryer, but realistically that’s never going to be a sustainable strategy for me.

How many garbage bins do you need in a bedroom? One? WRONG! The correct answer is one within arms reach at all times. Which for me is three. Because am I really going to get up to blow my nose when I’m hyperfocusing? NO. In allergy season I even have an empty kleenex box for “used tissues I can use again.” Kinda gross? Yeah. But less gross than a snowy winter landscape of dusty germs on my desk.

I used to be late all the time because I couldn’t find my house key. But it costs $2.50 and 3 minutes to copy a key, so now there’s one in my backpack, my purse, my gym bag, my wallet, my desk, and hanging on my door. Problem solved.

I’m like a ninja for getting pout the door past reminder notes without noticing. If I really don’t want to forget something, I make a physical barrier in front of my door. A sticky note is a lot easier to walk past than a two foot high cardboard box with my wallet on top of it.

Executive dysfunction is always going to cause challenges, but often half the struggle is trying to cope by pretending not to have executive dysfunction, instead of finding actual solutions.

you wanna know something that’s just, a shameful capitalist hellscape??

fucking EYEGLASSES.

my eyeglass prescription has not changed in over 10 years so a.) i do not need an eye exam every year and b.) the way eye clinics treat you when you try to get a copy of your prescription (to which you are legally entitled if you live in the US) is anywhere on the scale from downright horrible to actually criminal

it seems to be universal that America’s Best is particularly awful about this. I buy from there once in a while because I haven’t found anywhere with a better price (yes, you really can get 2 complete pairs of single-vision eyeglasses + eye exam for $70 if you pick from their narrow selection of frames at that price point and don’t let them convince you that you have to upgrade your lenses or coating). when i asked for a copy of my prescription the associate checking me out told me they weren’t allowed to give it to me. when i told her that was an FTC violation she rolled her eyes and scrawled it sloppily on a scrap piece of receipt paper, to where it was completely illegible, and then wrote VOID all over it so it was unreadable. from reading online reviews, this seems to be how they handle it when people insist on a copy of their prescription. one review said they eventually allowed her to see the printout of her prescription, but wouldn’t hand it to her and would cover the relevant information with their hands. they refuse to give your PD, which you need to order properly fitting glasses online.

and every clinic will guilt-trip you for buying your glasses online, and imply that this is somehow detrimental to your health. like, glasses are an absolute necessity for so many people, how can you justify forcing someone to pay hundreds of dollars a pair when you can get them for ten bucks from a site like zennioptical

anyway, y’all, it’s against the law for an eye clinic to withhold your prescription, according to the FTC they’re actually required to GIVE you a copy whether you ask for it or not, but they will fuck you on your PD. I’ve heard of people getting their PD measured by saying they need it for a Google Cardboard or something, and the clinics are a lot more chill about it if they don’t think you’re using it to buy glasses elsewhere. but it still shouldn’t be such a goddamn ordeal to get your PERSONAL MEDICAL INFORMATION from A DOCTOR.

It looks like the time has come and we can upload our artworks, sooooo…..My art for @thedestielartbook !!! 
It was a honor and pleasure to take part in it <3 

I hope you will like it, honeybees!! 

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

lois: are you ok, clark?

clark: what? yeah. fine. why do you ask?

bruce: it’s because you’re wearing pajama jeans and pedicure flip-flops

lois: and because you’re on the verge of tears

clark: [voice breaking] i’ll have you know that these are not pajama jeans.

clark: [takes off sweater] they’re pajoveralls

fanaticfandomfaun  asked:

I am a huge fan of your style! It's absolutely lovely! How long have you been drawing and how did you develop your own style?

 ive been drawing my whole life! (always an odd question for me bc like…. yall stopped drawing after kindergarten? what did you do all day??)

as for developing style, my biggest piece of advice is just! keep! drawing! its been a bit hard to follow my own advice lately because my depression keeps fucking up my motivation and for the first time in my life i just dont feel like drawing, at all, ever. but if youre having similar motivational issues or if youre just starting out and you just arent feeling satisfied with your art, dont give up! the less you draw the harder it will be! i have a personal policy (that i dont actually remember to follow) where even if i dont want to, even if i hate how it looks, i have to draw at least once a day every single day. i swear it will improve your work if you do this. its hard, i know, i havent been doing it, but follow my advice not my example! (honestly im the embodiment of that quote “I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.” by Lewis Carol)

the other piece of advise i have is honestly…… steal art. 

“gasp! but Kate,” you say, “stealing art is bad and wrong!!” you say, “i know because of all those ‘art theft is bad and wrong’ posts i reblog!”

look. thats not what im saying, im not telling any of you to try to pass anyone elses art as your own, or use other peoples art without their credit. dont to that its bad and wrong. what im saying is LOOK at other peoples art and copy what they do. copying other peoples art styles is how every artist has learned for centuries. i started out drawing myself as a powerpuff girl or as a pokemon character just like everyone else. hell, i used to straight up print out and trace drawings i found on deviant art, which is a perfectly viable way to learn styles (muscle memory) so long as you dont try to pass it off as your own work then honestly its not stealing.

for example recently i was trying to draw these cat characters i had come up with, and i could not for the life of me draw these cats they were just turning out so ugly,

so i was like “well fuck this, i just need to find a simpler style” and by some kind of MIRACLE, while i was looking up drawings of cats i stumbled across this one blog, daily cat drawings. and it was like, holy shit this is it this is the exact style i need to draw my cats in. so first thing i did was try to follow some of their drawings exactly, not tracing but the closest you can get by sight. 

this is one of dailycatdrawing’s drawings:

and this was my attempt to copy it:

after i felt like i kinda had it down i drew that athena. NOT based off of any one of dailycatdrawing’s pieces, but still using the basics of their style. after that i felt confident enough using this style to draw the rest of my cats and they turned out great! naturally i had to draw hermes again because i couldnt just use such a blatant copy of another artists work, and it turned out even better than before!

which proves my earlier advice about how every single time you draw youre improving! its also important to note that even if you try to copy an artists style exactly you will probably never have it perfectly, and thats a GOOD THING! because it means that you arent truly stealing someone elses work, youre just using it as an example of ONE WAY a drawing can be good. by paying attention to MANY artists styles you can use all of them together to make your own unique style! even trying to copy dailycatdrawing’s style to a T i still ended up using elements from other artists and my own experience to change the style just enough to make it personal. looking at hermes’ face you can tell ive unintentionally taken some inspiration from lackadaisy’s art style, another artist i really admire. 

this turned out way longer than i meant it to, sorry, i always get so caught up in explaining things when people ask for advice. hopefully this helped someone!

story time.

i went to a weird tech high school where you were pretty much allowed to do almost anything, and you were given an expensive macbook laptop to do ur homework and other shit on. its like normal high school except u could get up and go to the bathroom whenever and not get into trouble (kids asked anyway who am i kidding we feared getting yelled at jus for needing to take a whizz)

and one day, first year, two months in, the school had a big gathering because they were having a problem. yknow, with the expensive macbook laptops.

they were getting cease and desist warnings from dreamworks because somebody was downloading 25 illegal digital copies of the bee movie, every day, for two weeks straight. they were being threatened with lawsuits, so the principal and vice principal basically rounded up all these meme-infused teenagers, and told them, “stop downloading the bee movie. we could get shut down because of you. please stop.”

and it went on for another week because, whoever this kid was, hated this school so much. so much so that they tried to have it shut down in the most fucking ridiculous way possible. by downloading the bee movie, staring jerry seinfield, as many times as possible. illegally.

i remember one early morning, after i got my breakfast burrito, some friends ushered me over to one of the lunch tables and pointed to another friend’s computer. a pirating site was open, and the kid who was responsible was actually a friend of mine. they looked at me, the biggest shit-eating grin on their face, and pointed to, you guessed it, 25 illegal digital copies of jerry seinfelds the bee movie downloading all at once on internet explorer.

the real kicker was that, since the laptops were technically purchased and owned by the school, they werent tied to any of the kids legally. just the school as a whole. so no names or faces were mentioned at all in the illegal downloadings of almost 100+ copies of the bee movie, staring jerry seinfeld.

so the kid was never caught.

Baby Fever - Derek Hale

Request: can you do a derek hale imagine where the reader and derek are taking care of a baby for some reason and and derek doesn’t really know what to do but the reader does and its really fluffy and stuff

Requested by: Anon

Word count: 636

“Derek” I whisper, “someone’s at the door.” Derek lets out a small sigh.

“I can smell him from here, it’s just Stiles.” He replies, rolling over in the bed and pulling me into his chest. “Just leave him.”

“It’s one in the morning, it has to be somewhat important for him to be rocking up here.” Derek opens one of his eyes and looks at me.

“If I answer him, will you stop bugging me?” he jokes, chucking a shirt on.

“Maybe, depends how I’m feeling.” I say, smirking at him. Derek makes his way towards the front door, me close behind. As he gets close he looks back.

“Someone’s with him, I can smell the scent.” He burrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Who is it?” I question, curiosity getting the best of me.

“I don’t know, I’ve never smelt this scent before.” Stiles knocks on the door again, this time louder and more forceful.

“I know you two are in there! Stop screwing each other and open the door!” He yells. Derek pulls the door wide open greasing the boy off.

“Stiles why do you have a baby?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, “who did you steal her from?” I put my hands on my hips in a disapproving action.

“No time to explain, I will later, just do me a favour and watch her for a bit” he quickly shoves the very little girl into a very un-expecting Derek’s arms. If it weren’t for Derek’s quick reflexes I would have been worried that he was going to drop her. “Thanks! I owe you guys!” Stiles shouts as he quickly scurries away.

I look over at Derek and burst into a fit of laughter. He held the baby an arm’s length away from his body.

“That’s not how you hold her.” I laugh, making my way towards him. I slowly push the baby towards Derek’s chest.

“Can’t you hold her?” he pleads. I give Derek a sad look.

“What? Sourwolf doesn’t know how to take care of a baby? Does he need a human to tell him what to do?” I say in a mocking tone while smirking at him. Derek growls at me in response, startling the baby and causing her to begin to cry.

Derek’s eyes grow wide and he frantically looks at me.

“What do I do?” he whispers, I roll my eyes and take the baby from him. I have never in my life seen Derek Hale be so gentle with something. He was acting as if the baby was glass and he was going to break her.

I gently rocked the baby in my arms, swaying her side to side.

“Just like this.” I smile, as the baby girl begins to calm down. “Your turn.” I give the baby back to him. Derek copies my actions and I suddenly feel a wave of baby fever. Seeing Derek so caring and soft with a baby almost made me jump him right there.

“You seriously feeling like that at a time like this?” Derek smirks, getting more confident with the baby. I roll my eyes and walk away.

“You seem to have this under control, I’m going to sleep.” I walk off and Derek quickly but carefully walks behind me.

“You can’t go to sleep, what if she needs to be changed? Or is hungry?” He says, as I get back into my bed.

“Can you two shut up please? I was just trying to enjoy my sleep but-“ Peter cuts himself off when he says Derek holding a baby.

“How-How long was I asleep for?” He asks, looking at us in confusion.

“9 months, y/n had gave birth 3 days ago.” Derek replies, blankly looking at Peter. Derek puts his hand to his head, rubbing it in confusion.

“I need a drink.”

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NHL!Bitty, Part VI -  ‘The Code’

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Pens!AU | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF | Part V - Dating | 

Eric’s teammates are protective of their highly-publicized rookie. Maybe a little too protective. So, when a closeted!Jack gets flirty and starts flustering Eric on the ice, his Schooner teammates conclude that Zimmermann must be harassing Eric and decide to act accordingly. Leaping to Eric’s defense: starting goalie Markus Bay and defenseman Carter Morin. 

(TW: hockey violence, little bit of blood, big ol’ misunderstandings)


“You seeing this?”

Morin slaps Markus on the shoulder and jerks a thumb toward Zimmermann, who is skating determined circles around Bittle. He stops stretching and watches the Falconers forward come close, say something to Eric, and skate away quickly. This happens twice, each time, Bittle flushes and looks upset, but seems to brush it off and go back to his warm-up drills.

“Do you know what he’s saying?” Markus asks, hoping for some kind of reasonable explaination.

“No, but, just watch, man.”

Zimmermann comes in close again, this time with Mashkov in tow, and Eric doesn’t flinch, but he does something, skating away quickly as the two Falconers laugh. Again, Bittle looks uncomfortable.

“Didn’t they play together?” Markus asks. “Why’s Zimmermann being a dick now?”

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Unlucky Steam key scammer calls electronics, gets the dumbest employee in the world

When I worked at Walmart, I went from cart pusher->cashier->electronics->security. Sometimes after I switched to security, when electronics was really swamped, I’d help out for a few minutes. One day, the phone was ringing and I was walking by and randomly answered it.

Sir Scamalot: “Hello, sir, this is Steam Support services with Valve.”

Instantly, of course, I know this is a scam. I adore valve and played so many of their games too. I can’t believe my luck! Of all the calls to answer! Surprisingly he didn’t have some weird accent.

Me: “Oh, uh… what can I do for you?”

Sir Scamalot: “We’ve had reports that game keys shipped to your location may have an error that prevents it from authenticating, specifically the game Counter Strike. We need to validate your game keys to see if your affected.” [I forget which CS was on sale then, this was 2008].

Me: “Oh, what do I do?” As if I didn’t know.

Sir Scamalot: “Well I just need you to open any copies of the game you have and read me the CD key on the instruction manual so I can verify them with our validation software.” [or on the jewel case, I don’t remember that either]

Me: “Sure thing, can I put you on hold for a minute while I get those?”

Sir Scamalot: [obviously happy] “Sure!”

So I put Sir Scamalot on hold while I called all the other area stores electronics department and warned them about the scammer and confirmed nobody had taken a call like this earlier. About 15 minutes later, I get back to Scamalot.

Me: “Thanks for holding, but I can’t find any CD keys. I looked all through the book and the packages.”

Sir Scamalot: [annoyed] “Well sir, just open any copy of Counter Strike and on the-”

Me: “Oh, COUNTER STRIKE! I thought you said Counting Strikes, that bowling game, ok, hold on!”

Everyone in the department is listening and we all laugh. 10 minutes later, I’m back on the line.

Me: “Ok, I got what you’re looking for! What do you need?”

Now I make him walk me through how to open the box, including interrogating him for 5 minutes about how to do it without breaking the seal, then pretend I can’t find the book, etc etc.

Finally, I’m ready to read the code!

First, I read him the UPC. This upsets him. Then I read him a part number from something. Now he’s livid. Finally, I ask if he means the code on the book that says “game key” and has like groups of four digits with dashes (like he’s said probably 50 times already) and he gets excited again.

Oh, ok heres the game key…

Me: “Ok F… like frank. U… like uncle. C… like cat.”

Sir Scamalot: “Sir, I don’t think thats right, normally a code would-”

Me: “No, its. F, U, C, then K like kite. Next four is Y like yesterday. O like owl-”

And he swore at me and hung up.

  1. Even perfect effort is impossible. You’re going to read a lot that it is better to aim for perfect efforts over perfect results. But thing is, even the former is impossible. When working on a project or preparing for an exam, you will reach a saturation level where any improvement beyond that point will be minimal. You need to figure out a point of balance between your school work and the other parts of your life by learning when enough is enough, otherwise you will lose yourself in endless frustration because you will keep pursuing an unattainable goal.
  2. Grades are meaningless. This is something that took me 1.5 years of weekly therapy sessions to realize. Your self-worth is not in your grades. Your self-worth is in who you are as a person, which rests in your passions, your relationships and the things that you do to make the world a better place. You are your own person and you will keep being just as awesome as you are right now even if you don’t get that A, even if you don’t get a passing grade and even if you drop out. School is hard, but there are other things which are hard and just as rewarding as school, such as kindness, friendship, volunteering, sports, honesty, and so many other things. You don’t need a grade to prove that you are a valuable human being, because, guess what, you are valuable no matter what a report card says about your academic performance.
  3. Perfect discipline will strangle you. Do plan your assignments and study sessions, use a planner if you feel like it or whatever you like. But don’t get hung up on yourself for skipping, postponing or just not doing something. Being perfectly disciplined 100% of the time is impossible, and trying to be so will only cause you stress and anxiety which will hinder your productivity. It’s okay to change your plans and it’s okay to take time for yourself and to take time with your friends. Give yourself an empty day every once in a while, you not only deserve it but you also need it for your mental balance.
  4. Set yourself reasonable goals. Your to-do list doesn’t have to be 10 feet long even if you are late in every course. The day doesn’t get longer just because you add more stuff to do on your list. Even if you don’t finish everything by bedtime, going to bed later won’t allow you to be more productive tomorrow. It is way better to underestimate your capacity on a given day and end up doing a few extra things than to get mad at yourself for not doing everything you wanted to do that day.
  5. It’s okay to botch things. Sometimes you just don’t have time to do everything perfectly and you need to prioritize. It’s okay to do so. Everyone does it to some extent and everyone gets through just fine, and so will you.
  6. Nobody notices those minor mistakes you hate yourself for. I swear. Nobody. Fucking. Notices. For your teacher, your copy is likely to be just another copy in the pile of hundreds they have to go through every time they correct an assignment. If they do take notice, they will not think less highly of you for it because everyone makes mistakes. All the time. Even your idols have made mistakes in the past and still make them frequently. So really, none of those matters.
  7. Living with perfectionism is living a life dominated by fear. You don’t deserve to be constantly scared of fucking up, to hate yourself for every minor mistake you make or to be terrified that someone will uncover your (perceived) lack of worth. You deserve to be happy, to be fulfilled and to have fun. If you feel like your aspirations to perfection are taking over your life, please seek help.
  • what edgy rick and morty haters think rick is like: tfw no gf m'lady god isn't real and i masturbate to reddiy
  • what edgy rick and morty fans think rick is like: if you get down to it, the human race as a whole doesn't matter
  • what rick is actually like: morty you gotta listen this is important ok i forgot to return this copy of space jam to the video store and now we have to kill the burger king or they'll cancel mother 3 on VC and replace it with the atari et game. morty i fucking need mother 3 on switch you have no fucking idea
Married People, Single Sex

Working at Blockbuster, circa 2003. When checking people out, there were two things you’re supposed to do. 1: read the titles of the movies and give the due dates. 2: tell people to have a nice day/night after handing them their movies on the other side of the security gate.

So a guy comes in with his two kids on a busy Friday night. He has a few children’s titles and a soft core porn flick. I ring up the videos and tell him the due dates of the kid movies and say “the other one is due _____” trying to save him a little embarrassment. I walk over to the security gate to hand him the videos where I’m planning on telling him to have a good night, but he’s still at the register. Confused, I look at him and he says, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I think through the Blockbuster process and can’t come up with anything.

He has an indignant look on his face and says, “You’re supposed to tell me to have a good night!”

I’m pretty stunned that a grown man is so reliant on the well wishes of an eighteen year old, especially since I would’ve given him what he so desperately needed if he’d walked over to the security gate. So I say, “Sir, I’m so sorry. Have a great night. I hope you enjoy your copy of…” I look down at his VHS tape then look at everyone behind him in line and raise my voice, “MARRIED PEOPLE, SINGLE SEX!”

He turns bright red, and the lady behind him covers her face. Sorta feel bad for his kids getting caught in the cross fire, but there are always casualties in war.