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vinnie-cha:

consensual workplace relationships be like that sometimes

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I think podfics are a great way to make fanfiction more accessible to everyone and I wanna start making them.

so if you’re a fanfic writer who wants your fic podded hit me up

guidelines:

• the fic is rated G-M (no sexual content)
• any fandom
• any word count

*I reserve the right to say no and to pick which fics I find interesting enough

*I will only read fics that the author has explicitly given consent for people to podfic, so if anyone who isn’t the author wants to submit something please make sure they’ve given permission

jucked:

spiritorbz:

the rats have unionized 

krwzprtt:

gallusrostromegalus:

gallusrostromegalus:

gallusrostromegalus:

So while I was getting my haircut, the lady asked me if I had other plans for the day and I said:

“I’m just going to pick up the boy from daycare and then it’s date night.”

And the lady says “Oh! How old is he?”

“He’s three.”

“Mine too! Where are you registering him for kindergarten it’s such a hassle-”

And that’s when I realized I said “boy” and not “dog” because I always think of Charlie as “good boy” but this slip up has lead to a miscommunication.

The lady is now 6 minutes into a clearly needed rant about how unnecessarily complex shopping for schools is, esp when you have a neurodivergent child, so I can’t just tell her that Charlie is a dog because then she’ll feel awkward for unloading on me and she clearly has enough going on.

So the rest of the haircut became a game of “how much can I say about Charlie without revealing that he is not a human child?” And the answer is “enough to cover a half hour hair appointment, quite possibly several hours worth if I’m specific enough”

“is he very verbal?”

“It really depends on who he’s with. He’s very quiet at he but won’t shut up if he’s at the park or has a friend over.”

“was it hard to potty-train him?”

“he’s adopted, but I was genuinely amazed at how good he already was with hygene and potty stuff.”

“mine’s just obsessed with paw patrol and Frozen, drives me crazy!”

“I imagine. Charlie is colorblind so he’s not as into tv, but he always wants a toy if I take him anywhere with them.”

“oh gosh the toys! And the kids are so rough on them!”

“yeah Charlie can destroy a stuffed animal in about 2 minutes, so I only buy him the really cheap ones.”

“Does he throw tantrums when they break?”

“Not really. It’s meditative, really, taking them apart. He has hysterics if the cat takes his toys though. Runs downstairs and cries at me until I retrieve it because he’s not tall enough to get it out of the cat tree.”

The Very Good Boy in question, Charleston Chew.

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vorbisx:

homo-sex-shoe-whale:

We all have that one class that triggers our fight or flight response

the bourgeoisie

wizardjpeg:

what-hath-science-wrought:

wizardjpeg:

oops! i’m delightful

i wish I had that kinda self confidence, wizardjpeg. we could all learn a thing or two from you

thanks. i can shut down each of my organs through “power of will” alone