cannibalcoalition:

dynamicsymmetry:

kaijuno:

People always gloss over how mentally damaging it can be to work in retail. I fucking hate that whenever I say “I could never work in retail again” someone has to reply “You snowflake millennials can’t take a starter job because you have to INTERACT with other people” No. Fuck you. I’ve worked as a planetarium host. I’ve worked as a public speaker. I’ve worked as a tutor and as a student teacher. I can work with people. I can work with crowds. Retail was fucking different. Retail was being treated as a subhuman. Retail was being treated so poorly that you have anxiety attacks before work. Having to work retail was a factor in my last suicide attempt. If I hear you say one fucking word about retail workers playing the victim I will personally break every bone in your body. Fuck You.

The holidays are coming up. Retail workers are going to be spiraling into a nightmare beyond human comprehension. If you’ve worked retail, you know this. If you haven’t, be aware of it. Please be kind to every retail worker you come across. Please be patient and understanding. It is misery out there.

A note:

Many retail workers this season will be temporary and may only know a handful of things. Please be patient. 

I have also seen an upswing in older people working in retail, please be patient with the ones who struggle with the register interfaces. 

allthingsthorki:

Alright here’s another quick, childhood fluff, cause I need consolation.

A very old pixellated home movie, from a beach day. Those movies where the sound is all messed up because you can hear the wind.
You see an 8 years old Thor, all round and sunny, laughing his ass off, pointing at his little brother, tears in his eyes, can’t breathe for how hard he’s laughing. Freckles all over his jiggly, soft body, deep dimples digging right into his round cheeks.
The camera moves.
A 2 years old Loki is on the shore, right where the water stops and the sand is dry again. He has a very confused look on his face, he looks up at both his brother and his father (behind the camera), then down at his feet full of sand. One last look at his brother laughing, before turning around and going back to the water.
The camera focuses on Loki keeping his feet in the water until the sand is all washed out, then carefully turning around and marching right into the dry sand, only to stop after two steps.
Confused looks at his feet, his brother, his father.
Thor is wheezing, he collapses on the sand and rolls around, tears of laughter streaming down his face.
“It’s been ten minutes…” Odin’s voice comments from behind the camera.

At that point, 

Loki’s lower lip starts trembling, his eyes get all watery and grow twice their normal size, his little chest starts pounding up and down.
Thor is suddenly in the entire screen.
He jumped out of nowhere and his back is all you can see.
After a quick adjustment, the camera zooms out and you see Thor towering over his baby brother, then kneeling down to grab him and hold him tight. 
The camera approaches them, you hear Thor cooing the toddler, kissing his little cheeks, his lips, his hair. Thor stands right up, quick and agile (always a surprise to anyone who had only judged him based on his size), keeping his brother firmly in his arms. He brings him to the sea, kneels down and washes Loki’s little feet with reverence.
Then he stands again, Loki still secured in his arms, until he gets hold of a towel which he uses to dry Loki’s baby feet with such dedication and love that some of the other people around –  who watched the whole scene – can be heard awwing in the background.
Once the feet are dry, Thor uses the towel to wrap Loki up like a kitten. He keeps him like that, cradling him a bit in his arms.
Loki dozes off in a split second.

“Oh honey no, if he sleeps now it’s going to be a nightmare tonight!” Frigga says, but you can hear the pride cracking her voice.
“No problem!” Thor smiles at her, then blows a sudden, very long raspberry on Loki’s soft neck.
Loki’s eyes open wide, his head automatically retreats, he’s barely awake and yet he’s fighting for his life, wiggling around to get his huge brother to stop attacking him. Soon enough he realises Thor is laughing, mama is there, he’s safe and sound. 
What a perfect timing to piss on his brother.

shadowraiku:

lochnessmonsterofficial:

lochnessmonsterofficial:

Trying to communicate with my future morning self is like setting an elaborate trap for an unsuspecting zombie like

if I put my phone alarm on full volume and vibrate and move the charger so I can put it on this out-of-reach metal surface, I can startle her awake. Probably. Then if I securely duct tape this caffeinated chocolate bar to it, it will provide a challenging situation and make her mushy little brain work extra hard to figure out how to turn the alarm off. Then she might go for the chocolate while she’s turning off the loud noises. With luck, she’ll consume the whole thing. 20 minutes of bliss then boom, physiology kicks in and the caffeine reaches her brain. Gentlemen, this just might work.

It didn’t work.

A tragedy in two acts