I love the idea of Yuuri Katsuki retiring from figure skating at age 29 with five World Championships under his belt and sort of sinks to obscurity because all he really wants to do after that is chill out with all of his niche hobbies, sitting next to Viktor at competitions with crochet hooks in his hands or a handheld video game. Every once in awhile he offers his thoughts on a step sequence. He’s there to offer moral support and to tell Viktor that his hair is shiny.
At the same time, there’s a YouTube channel rising to prominence with these really entertaining but really bizarre-ass tutorials (Or, like, tutorials is the closest thing to describe what they are because it’s not like there are step-by-step directions, but you can clearly see everything the person does and every once in awhile a line of text will pop up over a measuring cup that says “one cup of almond milk”) in which there is never any speaking or music, only the sound of paper folding or meat sizzling or scissors cutting, vaguely ASMR-y but also not. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason as to what the channel does. It’s not a cooking channel. It’s not a gadget channel. It’s not a needlework channel. It’s not one of those Kracie Poppin Cookin channels. The packages sometimes have Cyrillic on them, but also sometimes Kanji, but also sometimes they’re in English. The backdrop is usually the same kitchen but sometimes it’s various different hotel rooms. A dog sometimes barks in the background. The person who owns the channel can sometimes be seen in the reflection of a pot but it’s hard to make out.
People like to watch the channel because it’s relaxing and, despite the whole unknown-person-doing-weird-things-on-the-internet vibe, it’s non-threatening and unsinister.
Then, one day, a video is posted where the owner of the channel has the camera braced on the stove to show a pot of water boiling, and in the far background, very clearly, is five-time World Champion of Figure Skating Viktor Nikiforov, sitting on a sofa and reading a book.
Yuuri, who’s terribly cheeky, puts a line of text above Viktor’s head that says, “One husband.”
[Drawing of a pink frog saying “You’ve survived depressive episodes before. You can survive this one too. You can get through this and you will. You will be okay again.” in a green speech bubble.]
On a job application: “What is your preferred name and gender, we value diversity, so be honest.” Me:
I don’t know what this means. I’ve never filled out a form that said that.
they’re asking you to disclose if you’re transgender. legally, they can’t ask or consider someone’s gender in hiring someone, so they get around it by giving you the option of telling them yourself. if you “volunteer” the information, that’s legal.
its like when they try to figure out if you’re poor by asking if you have “reliable transportation,” hoping that ppl will explain that they dont have a car without actually being asked. things like that.
its a scummy thing to do, especially in this case where theyre presenting it like a “diversity” thing.
^^^^
Never answer those questions honestly if you actually want the job.
My managers have personally told people that anyone who puts anything like that outside of just “male or female” gets their application tossed immediately. Btw if an interviewer asks if you have reliable transportation, don’t say anything but “yes I do” that’s it!!!!! Don’t say another word don’t say you take the bus or walk or bike or get rides or uber don’t say anything!!!!! Just say yes and that is it they cannot require any sort of proof of transportation.
Shit. I didn’t know that about transportation but I’mma start doing it now.
I just took a class where one of the things we had to go over was interviewing to hire.
The entire process was super gross and made me feel scummy and unethical. SO!
I just learned that that dumb s thing we all drew in grade school is called a stussy and I dont know if I’m happy or sad that the stussy didn’t overlap with the pussy name meme
S-SORRY, IT’S CALLED A WHAT!?!??!?
It’s called a
STUSSY
H-HOLY SHIT……………
Its hilarious to me that this is “confirmed”. By whomst? The meme police?
anyone else have one of those Formative Omegle Experiences that’s stuck with you
i remember once matching up with this 27 year old mechanic. he found the omegle page open on one the shop’s computers, and he wanted to see what his coworker was up to. we matched up because of our listed “manga” interests.
he asked how old i was, and i lied and said i was 16. as a conversation starter, he asked if i had my license yet, and because i was 12, i said no.
so he starts giving me driving tips. get a junker as your first, because when you finally get a new car, you’ll be able to appreciate it.
stick shift is going out of fashion, and even if you learn how to drive that way and enjoy it, get an automatic. it’ll save your ass on nasty hills and in rush hour traffic.
and most importantly, never hold your hands at 10 and 2. go with 9 and 3. he’d always loved cars, and used to race when he was younger. became pretty well known in the indie circles. one day, he was speeding around the track and just came out of the curve when a girl in the crowd flashed her tits at him.
he was so distracted that he crashed straight into the barrier. due to how he was holding the wheel, he broke both of his arms. he still has a couple lingering issues.
i asked him if it was worth it, and he said yes. he’d do it again if he had the chance. they were the finest tiddies he’d ever seen.
the moral of this story is that, to this day, i grip 9 and 3 when using both hands because wait that’s what tiddy guy said i should do.
bongdanceking 