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#But I need to graduate
firethekitty · 9 months
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last semester i wasn’t doing well in a very important class i needed to pass in order to graduate so i was working my ass off writing essays and shit and every time i started slacking i would bring up this image and i’d say “ah fuck you’re right vash i really need to keep working” and then i’d write for another two hours and i actually managed to pass and graduate and i honestly don’t know if i would’ve been able to without this picture. thank you vash
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"it's okay to live with your parents as an adult if you're disabled" "it's okay if it's a cultural thing" "it's okay if you're trying to save mon-" shh. listen. it is okay for any reason. you don't need to have a justification. if your parents are alright with it and you're alright with it you can just do it. peace and love on planet earth etc etc
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mintypsii · 8 months
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yk adorable group hug and luffy moment aside, did zoro just kick the ground . after he was hugged . is this show even real
sorry but the way nami went 🤨🏳️‍🌈 TWICE
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inkskinned · 1 year
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oh you know it's all latestage capitalism but the thing is. how are you supposed to be a person inside of this. a person trying to be a better version of yourself.
oh, you started working young, which was kind of hard, but it's just the way stuff works sometimes. and it was 2008 and your family couldn't afford heat. but it's fine, you grow a spine and get used to the professional world and besides it was the suburbs we're talking about here, like, your life could have been actually hard, so what if your father lost his job and you can't afford to move or turn the lights back on. and once you start making money, it's good. you keep doing that. because now they're relying on you. so you have to do that.
oh you were in thousands of dollars of debt at 17 years old so that you could go to school, because you have to go to school if you want to get a "real" job. you even did it "right", you worked parttime and attended community college before you transferred to a public school. you were under so many merit scholarships.
which is fine. you pick yourself up and you say like, okay. i graduated college. i'm holding down a job. i'm doing the Adult Thing, which looks and acts like this, according to all the books i've read. you start with the shitty job and then you climb that corporate ladder.
but the shitty job doesn't cover rent and you stretch yourself too-thin so you get sick. good luck with that. the shitty job no longer pays for your meals. everyone asks why you don't just move, but there's nowhere to move to. and with what money are you going to be moving? and then the loans come back, because they were never going to forgive them, because you were 17 and trying to do the right thing, which was stupid. people are now saying you shouldn't have even gone to school.
which is fine. but because you have no other option, so you do the shitty job, and you apply every day for like 5 new ones, and despite the fact everyone says "there's no one who wants to work!" it's actually just that nobody is fucking hiring so you can either work for 13 dollars an hour in the shitty place you know (where at least you have a passingly friendly relationship with the manager) or you can start from scratch again with a different 13 dollars an hour without knowing how much abuse from the new job you'll be taking.
and if you quit you lose your insurance. if you quit you lose your housing. if you quit, you'll be another burnout kid. the lazy ones. these assholes, look at them!
and you come home to a family dinner and you hear from your father the same old thing. how he worked hard at his job and yes it sucked for a while but he was able to provide for the family and then the house and the dog and the rest of barbie's dream vacation. how the insurance did cover some of it. how you just really need to start speaking up more in manager conversations so they know you're a go-getter. you want to tell him - did you know we're actually doing more now hourly than any previous generation? - but you can't remember where you heard that statistic, and you're far too tired for the fucking argument. and then he starts in on his usual bit. where's the house? where's your kids? where's your ambition.
the same job the same money the same hours doesn't do it anymore. the same nose-to-the-grindstone now just shreds your face off. there's no such thing as upwards mobility, not really. and as far as you're aware, the money certainly is not trickling. you do the soulless stupid shit you signed up for because you fucking have to or else you literally risk your life (food, the apartment, the insurance), but it's not getting you anything. you download the stupid "save more" app and you budget and you do every right thing and then the price of eggs is 7 dollars and you say - oh great! another thing i have to fucking worry about now!
and you go to your stupid job and everyone in your father's generation just tells you to be better about being an adult. they have their homes and their savings account and their bailout and they say. well have you tried not drinking starbucks. well your generation just spends too much on clothing. well you might just be too addicted to travelling. and you - because you need the job - you bite your tongue and don't say i am being held prisoner and you're suggesting i stop pacing my cell if i don't like the scenery and you don't say what the fuck do you think i've been doing with my money and you don't say i haven't spent a cent on something nice in literally forever much less coffee you arrogant asshole. you open and close your bank app and check your loans and check your credit score and check fucking zillow and ziprecruiter and apartments.com just one time more. and still they give you that demeaning little grin and say - see, what you need is -
what you need is for your meds to stop being so fucking expensive. what you need is for the housing bubble to explode into dust. what you need is for billionaires to choke on their wealth. what you need is actual help. what you will get is more economic advice from people who are older-and-wiser.
and above you, almost in a glimmer, you can see the wedged smile of your debt getting toothier, wider.
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dollya-robinprotector · 2 months
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I remember I did draw something like this, cuz Stelle and Sampo reminded me of Lumine and Childe. I remember I wanted to see Stelle top Sampo so so so bad I had to go draw some food for myself.
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Sigh. This scam mf still hasn't given me his E6. Maybe I'll post my HSR stuffs here later.
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leafsfromthevine · 1 month
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the boys are fighting (together. homoerotically, even).
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dayurno · 27 days
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robin cross and kevin day parallels actually go so crazy. they both spent their formative years in a basement underground with exy-obsessed captors. they both saw exy as freedom. they both were isolated even within the foxes’ group of outcasts. they were both under andrew’s protection. it cost kevin jean to leave the nest and it cost robin another girl’s life to escape her kidnapper. robin carried her racquet with her to self-soothe and kevin restrings the net of his when he’s anxious. they’re even bird coded
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bakathief · 5 months
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It only took 30 years to get Kaito into an alternative suit, holy moly, let‘s celebrate
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flamingtouya · 11 days
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prompt: dabi bullies u (into studying)
"P-please," you whine - a poor attempt at eliciting a miniscule amount of pity from him. Dabi's grip around your waist tightens as he presses his erection against your clothed ass. His thumbs come up to rub at your sides, trailing up and down your ribs until they find their way under your shirt.
It's only been 20 minutes, he's already reduced you to a whiny puddle in his lap, and you haven't memorised a single fucking thing.
"Ditetramethyl- haaah- fuck-", you curse, fingers digging into his thigh. Dabi's hand finds your hair, gently pulling until your neck is exposed. His breath ghosts over your shoulder and his tone is full of cruel amusement when he speaks. "Wrong."
"Tetradi- goddamnit, Dabi-"
"Wrong again."
"It's not!" you protest, even though you have no way of knowing for sure. Your eyes roll up into your skull, chemistry notes but a blurry mess between your hands. Dabi gives your nipples a gentle pinch and pulls away just in time when you grind closer to him.
"Dimethyltetrazine," you pant, finally. "It's Dimethyltetrazine."
He checks the crumpled piece of paper in his palm, eyes skipping over the poorly scribbled answers. The seconds of silence stretch for an eternity when all you can think about is his rock-hard boner beneath your throbbing cunt and how deliciously it would stretch you out, if only Dabi would let you sit on it -
"Not bad," he mumbles. "Four out of seven. 'S that all your pretty brain can manage?"
"N- no, gimme a second, 'm gonna..." You try to wiggle your hips, but the friction is barely there. Dabi is doing a fucking excellent job at holding you in place and if he wasn't being such an asshole about it, you would ask him to help you study more often. Barely holding back a silent gasp as he rolls your aching bud around, you try to focus on the next formula. It's a cyclic ether with branches on either side, and you give it your best shot.
"Chloroperoxybenzoic acid," you guess, hoping that he'll let it slide if you sound somewhat confident. He momentarily stops his abuse on your breast and you exhale in relief, almost sore from the merciless teasing. Mentally, you're an hour ahead, skipping to the part where Dabi has you bounce on his cock, squelching and slapping and coming undone until your legs give out and he has to bend you over the table to fuck your brains out.
Suddenly a rough palm meets your ass. The unexpected slap steals a choked moan from you and a moment later, Dabi is back to eagerly kneading your tits, playing with your most sensitive spot until tears prick at your eyes. Fear pools in your stomach when he licks a stripe up your neck and you realise he's far from done with your torture.
"Wrong."
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zeb-z · 4 months
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I know it’s played as a bit at first, but Chip struggling to wield Destiny’s Blade in Gillion’s absence is so important, because that’s just it, isn’t it. The weight of his destiny is something so great, so heavy of a burden, but there hasn’t really been insight into that until recently, and now both Chip and Jay are getting a look into just how hard it is to carry such a destiny. To raise the sword that Gillion does seemingly with ease.
But despite its weight, Chip keeps it close. He uses it when he’s out of ideas, when he needs options. He holds it tight to summon water, so Pretzel will have something in her bowl. He lifts it up to summon a shield when he needs protecting from a thousand different blades that would otherwise kill him. And there’s something too about how it’s Gillian’s blade, left behind without it’s wielder, protecting his friends despite his absence. How the manifestation of this magic is an imitation of Gillian’s - the shield protecting Chip as a swirling sphere of water, the shape water spell a Gillion classic of course. Even when he’s gone, his influence, what he’s left behind in both possessions and memory, are protecting Jay and Chip.
Maybe there’s something there about how whatever destiny Gillion has felt the weight of, it will always include protecting his friends - his family. Or about how their destinies are now forever intertwined, because Chip is using this Destiny’s Blade to find Gillion and it’s now his burden to bear. And it’s hard, and it hurts, and he feels the weight of his own actions now more than ever - but Jay promises he won’t bear it alone. And even while he’s lost, and unable to protect himself - Gillion still has a hand in protecting them.
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ventique18 · 2 months
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A little pixel game in Malleus' POV so the status screen looks something like
Malleus
Me
HP: 999
And you're there too so your status shows up like
(Your Name)
Husband / Wife
HP: 5
You primarily play as him but you're also asked to create a custom character at the beginning, so your cute little sprite follows him around the map. Sometimes there are obstacles that you can't clear as him. For example there are technological objects that you have to interact with as your character, and when you do so a tiny smiley pops up above his head. Solving things as you gives him inspiration points that improves the chances of him solving events only accessible to himself.
(I'm totally not cooking up an ambitious mini game)
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kiiwiighost · 20 days
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@diogxnxs enjoy :)
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anguilliforme · 4 months
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one thing that really shits me about the whole james somerton thing is he has a degree*. he went through higher education. there is literally no way he doesn't know what plagiarism is. you can't attend a university or college without being told repeatedly how to properly cite sources and the consequences for not doing so.
there is simply no way he hasn't had the "don't you fucking dare" talk every lecturer gives their first year students. there is no way he didn't know at a bare minimum the severity of what he did. you can't convince me otherwise.
*or at the very least spent some time in higher ed
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leafimochi · 8 months
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happy graduation story full voice release day 🥳🥳
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