take me to andromeda please
I want to show you an actual training slide from my customer service job that I had to see yesterday.
Fińàncial Harm
ALT
In case anyone is wondering, that picture of Dean is from 5x04 "The End", when Dean meets endverse Lucifer in Sam's body.
How do I know this? Well, I've been saving a lot of screenshots of the show while I've been watching it (@ghostcreaturetypething can attest to that) and apparently I've turned into some sort of detection dog for supernatural screenshots, because I looked at this post and went: ...wait ...do I have this screenshot? And then I did.
*Scrolls past*
*reluctant sigh*
*scrolls back up*
*rebogs*
driving my chevy to the levee today
you're in for a bit of a disappointment, i'm afraid
This made me so fucking angry I have to inflict it on all of you.
what’s the punchline here
wait
This is stupid! Were you born yesterday? (the mayfly’s big limpid eyes fill with tears as it looks at me) oh god I’m so sorry oh no oh god
impossible for me to see this post and not draw my interpretation of this guy
my publisher: Good morning! Huh did you advertise for the pre-sale yesterday? Because we launched twelve hours ago and we already made sales!
me: yeah, i posted on tumblr
publisher: .........tumblr?
me: that's where the gays are.
(link to Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a sapphic western)
update
publisher: And what is your marketing strategy on... tumblr?
me: idk, i shitpost at 2am?
publisher: .....and it works?
me: depends on what the gays find funny at that point in time.
publisher: Could I have a link to your tumblr?
me: .......absolutely not.
(link to Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a sapphic western where 50 year old women kiss and murder)
update!
publisher: I've been looking into tumblr, have you thought of using Blaze to promote your book?
me: NO
publisher: But it seems like an efficient way to get this in front of more eyes-
me: people on tumblr hate Blaze.
publisher: There is no algorithm and you can't pay to promote a post? I don't understand how anyone advertises anything on tumblr.
me: That's the best part. They don't. They can't.
(trying to make him understand that we do not control the attention. We just have to show something shiny and gay enough and if people are interested, they'll reblog.)
(Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a deconstruction of the colonialist cowboy mythos dressed up as a sapphic romance.)
update with picture of a pet!
This is Cosmos, my publisher's dog.
He barks at my publisher's phone notifications. So every time a book is sold, Cosmos barks.
It's been days.
I think you guys would love to know that when you buy a book, a dog barks in Vancouver, Canada.
(Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a story where women help women bury the body of your abusive husband.)
being escorted out of town
The criminal has been apprehended
Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond!
GROND! GROND! GROND! GROND!
