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romansmartini · 4 months
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take my rpf quiz boy
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jugumpuppet · 4 months
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◗ Got into this thing called One Night at Round1
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the-crooked-library · 4 months
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upon my rewatch of season 6 of BTVS I gotta be real here. say what you will abt Mayor Wilkins but he would NEVER have left his murder daughter to struggle alone with debts and a sister. he’d be like “sweetie you own real estate that people live in, why are you working a minimum wage job?.. come now I am going to teach you the most useful evil skill you’ll ever learn, it’s called Being a Landlord” and then pay all her bills and make her drink her milk bc calcium is important
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bethanydelleman · 6 months
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"Mrs. Bennet is the only one taking the situation seriously!"
No.
Mrs. Bennet had 20 years to prepare her daughters for marriage but decided to bank on looks and slutty lively temper alone. She's running around like a chicken with it's head cut off because Jane is nearly 23 and it's finally hit her that 4 or 5 men with £2000-4000/year aren't going to fall from the sky to marry her daughters. Or in other words:
there certainly are not so many men of large fortune in the world as there are pretty women to deserve them. -Mansfield Park, Ch 1
She's a student cramming for an exam and yelling at her classmate for not forcing her to study sooner. The deadline is bearing down but she hadn't started the group project until the night before. She had 1 job and she hasn't done it and now she's making it everyone else's problem... in no way does this count as "taking the situation seriously"
(And yes, her project partner is useless too, it's an overall failure)
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kiwiissocold · 2 months
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I’ve loved how unserious Kristen’s campaign for presidency has been, but genuinely the idea to make these big quests/world ending adventures, that the Bad Kids have been on, count for credit is such a good idea, and it tracks with these themes of “fairness” we’ve seen so far
Because we know at least one other group at Aguefort (the Seven) have gone on a similar quest and also likely didn’t get a fair compensation for saving the world, in terms of the school credit, surely there are more groups
All of these kids are literally going to school to be adventurers! They should have at least some experience in similar dangerous situations, so when they’re out of school they’re not completely out of their depths. Going on little quests, which I’m sure that most of these children have gone on, seem to amount for something, why not these world ending, earth shattering quests?? Give these poor kids extra credit at least!
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rebouks · 2 months
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Previous // Next
Alex: It’s been forever, dad.. how long do we have to stay here? Brodie: I don’t know, Fabian’s taking the piss now-.. I think we’ll go home soon; he can find someone else. Alex: Can I go to school? Brodie: There’re only a few months left before summer-.. no point! I’m not sure how long we’ll be there either. Alex: We won’t be staying? Brodie: Who knows.. depends on work, I suppose. We’ll get you another tutor, don’t worry. Alex: It’s not the same. Brodie: I thought you didn’t like being the new kid. Alex: I don’t. Brodie: Well, then. Alex: I oughta get a huge ice cream sundae every time we move. Brodie: That can be arrange-.. ohh, looks like I win again! Alex: Wait-.. wait! Brodie: I’ve lost count, how many victories is that now..? [Alex waggled her fishing rod in a fit of frustration, how dare these idiotic fish choose her father’s lure over hers] Alex: I could’ve sworn-.. ough! I don’t wanna fish anymore, it’s the lamest! Brodie: You’re a sore loser, Alexandra. Alex: Yeah, well.. at least my butt doesn’t smell as bad as yours.
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bonefall · 7 months
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Better Bones: CW List
Can't believe I have to make this disclaimer, but here we are
Better Bones is not a project that aims to fix canon by making the Clans wholesome and unproblematic. Though there can be fun and kindness in it and my philosophy is an optimistic one, It's not an escapist fantasy. It is a story about semi-realistic cats of human intelligence in a violent, war-obsessed theocratic dictatorship, and how they attempt to change it over the years.
Clan Culture is flawed, that is on purpose. Addressing and changing this is what the story is about.
I am very disappointed I have to state this because it should be obvious from my main post where I explicitly say that my goal is to "Address (Canon's) Problematic Elements." Not remove.
If you cannot handle themes or depictions of;
Physical and emotional abuse; Domestic, authoritative, and familial
Child abuse and inter-generational trauma
Somewhat graphic medical discussion, such as abortion, wound infection, and the use of leeches and maggots
The killing and processing of small animals into food, including tanning and butchery
Semi-realistic cat behaviors, specifically marking things with urine
Ableism; both externalized and internalized, Clan culture treats disabled cats poorly and this is something several characters struggle with
Xenophobia; to a violent degree, including stochastic terrorism, hate crime, and discrimination
^^^ read that one again. Consider that on this list twice.
Politics; Authoritarianism, fascism, and liberalism as an enemy, discussion of dog whistles and ideology
"Redemption arcs" of people who did bad things
Cosmic horror and supernatural curses
Graphic violence, including against innocent bystanders, through assault, poisoning, drowning, falling, and even being eaten alive by large fish and demigods.
Animal abuse; Human beings harming cats on purpose and Clan cats generally being terrified of all humans, even kind and loving ones
Clan cats, both villainous and culturally mislead, glorifying these things in-universe, not immediately staring at the camera and breaking character to tell you "This Is A Bad Thing!"
Then Better Bones may not be for you. I would at minimum rate this project as PG-13, but PG-16 would be a more accurate bet.
I have sympathy for you if these are not topics you can handle. My project tackles very upsetting real-world issues and not everyone is looking for something challenging; that's understandable and there's no fault in that. I try to tag appropriately but can't promise to catch everything, so please keep yourself safe.
There are other, softer projects out there run by cool people if this is not for you, and you can add #Better Bones AU to your tag filters and this project will not show up!
But, I'm not responsible for your comfort with my art. If you followed me under the assumption that BB is "Warriors without any ableism/xenophobia/violence" you were mistaken. If you don't have the maturity to act responsibly when something upsets you, or DO have the malice to read a disabled person's work with the most bad faith interpretations you can muster, LEAVE.
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kunikida runs a down low secret teaching ring
ppl, ada, civilians, pm, etc, will come to him in secret becuz they didn't get an education and he'll give them ways to test into or out of or whatever they want while also giving them specialized study books that they give him back to get graded
its down low and secret becuz his clients can be anyone and also because he keeps illegally copied and printed copies of several textbooks for ppl who really cant afford to get their own or have trouble borrowing them from libraries
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wmnylander · 3 months
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Blueprint S9 E5: Freshman
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itsokbbygrl · 2 months
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Proper Education: A Dark!Joel Saltburn AU Chapter 1: Fair is Foul, and Foul is Fair
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Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x OFC!Reader (written in 2nd POV)
Chapter Rating: M for foul language, underage drinking, mentions of sexual activity and drug use
Word Count: 1.1k, just a baby chapter to kick things off (don't get used to this, most of these chapters will be monsters)
Reader Immersibility: OFC is insanely white coded (frankly this whole story is full of white nonsense), she is from an old money wealthy family that owns an estate from the Gilded Age in New York, she is 18 years old, a college freshman at University of Texas at Austin, and is considered beautiful by society's standards in 2006 which means she is thin, has long hair, and is able bodied. She is relatively smart, but by no means a scholar. She is very sociable and often uses her charm to get her way. Story is written in 2nd person POV so the reader can feel what she is feeling as the story progresses and to keep the reader’s perspective limited as things start to get weird whacky and wild, but it will be difficult for the average reader to see themselves as her physically (myself included, trust me).
Chapter Tags: 18+ MDNI, foul language, implied drug use, underage drinking, mentions of sexual activity, college freshman aged OFC, rich white people doing rich white people things, author is requesting that you suspend your disbelief for some of these things!!!, OFC's family estate is a real place but is not a family home, liberties are taken with regard to UTA student life, inspired by Saltburn
Dividers by @pommecita, story is not beta'd, just written and edited by yours truly
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Yet do I fear thy nature;  It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness  To catch the nearest way.  -Lady Macbeth, Act 1 Scene 5
The car slows to a stop in front of the familiar old tower. The stone structure bleached by unrelenting ultraviolet rays from the unrelenting sun baring down an omnipresent heat. You’d almost forgotten what it was like, the Texan summer. Almost. 
Your driver removes your luggage from the trunk of the black town car as you exit from your seat and step into the perpetually sticky August air, shading your eyes with a hand at your brow so you can properly thank him before you reach for your purse and leave him with a generous tip. You can’t remember his name, but you’re thankful for his service nonetheless. You’ve long become accustomed to a variety of faces in your family’s employ weaving in and out of your life; he is simply another face and name to add to the ever-increasing register.  
Your family sent the majority of your things ahead of move-in day, the university easily agreeing to transport them to your suite in student housing, a benefit of having your last name on one of the buildings, you rationalize, leaving you with a single suitcase and weekend bag to attend to on your own as you make your way to the designated key pickup zone. 
You were regretting your choice of attire the farther you strode across campus. You’d spent the last three months of your summer break idling at your family’s Long Island estate. The cool sea air making you quickly forget how unabating the summer heat was in landlocked central Texas. Your family had escaped the annual calefaction just after your graduation, retreating from your home in the rolling hills of Austin to the cool serenity of the Island. The estate is grandiose, passed through generations and now belonging to your mother and father. A bit gaudy in its opulence, in your opinion, but you harbor many fond memories from your summers spent there throughout your life—running through the vast gardens, sunning yourself on the meticulously manicured lawns, learning to golf and play tennis and swim, and as you grew a bit older, partaking in the many lavish parties hosted by your parents and grandparents alike, kissing boys in secret corridors, drunkenly losing your virginity in the grand library, gleefully breaking your D.A.R.E. pledges with your dear sister and cousin in your bathroom the first time someone brings over a tiny plastic baggie full of unlabeled white powder. 
Your exposed skin glistened with sweat; low rise denim skirt clinging to the skin at your hips, skin beginning to chafe uncomfortably between your thighs. You were glad you’d opted to clip your hair up in a classic twist before you’d gotten off the plane, keeping your neck free from being insulated by your thick tresses. You’re thankful for the many trips to campus over your lifetime as you head towards the designated booth for freshmen to pick up their dorm keys. You’re a fourth generation Longhorn, a legacy, and you know you have a reputation to uphold. You try to keep your face poised, relaxed, friendly, as the growing beads of moisture begin to drip in tiny rivulets between your breasts and along the central dip of your spine. 
You introduce yourself to the upperclassman working the table for your building and complete the requisite paperwork before you’re handed your keys—one for your door, one for your personal mailbox—and instructed to stop in the lobby before you drop off your items so you can have your student identification badge issued. 
“Your ID works like a key to get into the building after 10pm. Don’t lose it,” you’re warned by the table attendant. 
“Thank you, I’ll be careful,” you answer congenially, leaving them with a charming smile before you head in the direction of your dorm. 
You find your building without issue and reluctantly have your picture taken by the residence hall staff for your student ID. They give you a rundown of the general building rules—curfew is 10pm, after which time only residents with their programmed ID badges will be permitted entrance, all overnight guests must be checked in at the front desk with a government or student ID, no alcohol or illicit drugs are permitted on the premises, smoking is not permitted inside the building—and you maintain eye contact with the staffer and smile and nod while you let their words flow in one ear and out the other. 
Once you finish signing your agreement to follow the established residence hall code of conduct, your student ID has been printed and programmed. You take the badge with kind smiles and ample thanks before you haul your luggage to the elevator and make your way to your assigned room. A private double room all to yourself. Your parents insisted, making sure you’d have enough space to study and relax in equal measure. 
“Sweetpea, you know how it is there, those RAs are not gonna be as lenient as your daddy and I with the,” your mother stops her sentence and gestures, mimicking smoking a joint with one hand and drinking from a bottle with the other. She had sat on the other end of the plush sofa with you as you debated which residence hall to choose after coming home after your new student orientation the previous spring. 
You scoffed and kicked out a leg, painted toes bumping her thigh. 
“What? I’m just sayin’, babydoll. You’re a good time, college is a good time, but the RAs can be real,” she lowers her voice, “cunts.” She snickers a laugh at her own crudeness. 
“Mama, I know. I just thought it was part of the,” you raise both of your hands, forefingers and middle fingers miming quotation marks in the air, “college experience to have a random roommate or whatever.” You look back at the brochures in front of you and sigh before relenting. “I guess you’re right. The privacy will be nice.”
“Damn straight, baby. Plus, you don’t have to worry about a roommate being around when you bring a nice young man home to fu—”
“MOM, jesus,” you cut her off, shaking your head as she laughs. 
“What?! Baby girl you are my daughter, that means you’re half of me, and I fully know what that entails, ok? No reason to be ashamed of it, you’re young and gorgeous. Enjoy it while it lasts,” she tips her glass of white wine in your direction. You reach for your own on the coffee table, lifting it to hers, allowing the crystal to clink and chime in cheers as you both take a sip. 
You use your new key to unlock your door and haul your bags inside, finding boxes stacked neatly in the corner for you to unpack. “Welcome home, I guess,” you say to the four walls you’ll call home for the next year.
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bonni · 2 months
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isn't it funny how a ton of professionally diagnosed autistic people diagnosed in adulthood say that they definitely knew they were autistic before they were diagnosed but there's still a fairly large group of autistic people diagnosed as children who cling to the disproven idea that "you can't possibly know that you're autistic because not knowing is one of the symptoms! I didn't know before I was diagnosed!" like yeah no shit that's because you were 10 years old
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megullumverrr · 7 months
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socialistexan · 6 months
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"Well, I just think this whole pronoun thing is ridiculous! It's not proper English!"
Thanks, but I'm not going to take grammar advice from someone who doesn't even know the difference between "there," "their," and "they're."
(*this isn't meant to be critical of people who are undereducated, but people who weaponize their ignorance to harm others*)
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gremjaylin · 1 month
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Hello Baldi's Basics fandom, I think I'm returning to my BBiEaL phase
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Oh, also, go ahead and guess my fav BBiEaL char
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jadewazzletime · 10 months
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mousfri · 1 month
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thinking about hannibal putting his clothes in rainbow order, but he uses one of those colour sensors to mark them all out on a graph so he knows they're all in exactly the right place
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