Long time adult. things you will see on this blog: a lot of memes, whatever tv show I'm currently watching, gaming stuff, and occasionally some anime. Check the tags
[ID: Seven screencaps from Taskmaster. Frankie Boyle says calmly, “The real test of the ageing process is the beanbag. Once you have to commando roll out of a beanbag, that’s a sign it’s pretty much game over. So, what I’ve developed is a euthaniser beanbag…” Greg Davies covers his eyes and Alex Horne smiles as Frankie continues, “…that if you sit in it for more than an hour, it folds itself round you and euthanises you, and then zips itself up like a body bag.” End ID.]
why is it always the fancylad boy-king type whos the bottom. maybe his tough loyal knight who uses his body to protect and defend him and lives to serve him wants to get railed
maybe i just like it when masc dudes with scars and calluses and a devotion complex bigger than the moon get topped by troubled prettyboys with hands thatve never worked a day in their life. who said that
there comes a point in some dudes ceramics careers where they start fucking with glazes so hard they spend their weekends hand digging rare minerals out of a desert deposit or a friend’s multi-acre lot so they can grind them up and put them in a glaze. I know at least three guys that do this.
I also knew this guy derrick who was an absolute beast on the wheel (threw an entire 40pc porcelain serving set w/ cups bowls plates serving dishes and casserole dish in ONE HOUR) who also rented out a backhoe so he could dig clay out of his yard and refine it. Unfortunately it had too many inclusions in it so he had to dilute it with industrially made stuff. when he did that though he found that the clay in his yard, when fired, produced it’s own glossy green glasslike ooze that vitrified during firing. he called it “self glazing clay”, and went back that day to go dig up more. hope hes doing well. I imagine he’s excavated his entire property by now
did an internship recently and got so much positive feedback for my work until one of my supervisors told my manager that while i did the tasks perfectly i was ‘a bit quiet’ … it was my only negative feedback and still it was so demoralising because i felt like i had pushed myself to be way more chatty than i am naturally. STILL i was ‘too quiet’.
not even a customer facing role btw, i had no interaction with the public. it wasn’t a criticism of my work; it was of my personality.
we went for an interview for a job at a library once and part of the feedback when we didn’t get the job was “they were too quiet” and we were like
