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If you're struggling with the cost of living right now (reasonable), this is your PSA to...

Google universities/colleges near you.

If you can't get out to more than one, look up which one has the highest tuition.

Look-up when the graduate date is

Drive neighborhoods near the university the week before graduation

So much stuff gets left out on the curb. Wealthy college students tend to prioritize convenience over money, so instead of carefully reselling their perfectly good stuff, they frequently give it away or put it out with the trash because that's easier than moving, reselling, or donating. Take advantage of this.

I furnished pretty much my entire apartment from college giveaways and yardsales.

What I got for free:

Mattress and box springs

2 10 ft area rugs

The massive 9-drawer chest (that has a label on the back that it was custom-made and shipped across the country) that my TV sits on.

Two 13 x 2 ft raised garden beds

My desk - just sanded it down and refinished it.

Three short stools

An organizer rack

Watering can

Tommy Bahama outdoor cooler (retails for $350)

Chairs

Shelves

What I got for cheap:

Two futons for $50

Custom coffee table with storage for $25

Three tall stools for $30

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i would’ve never guessed that a crossdressing anime character in the 90s would’ve actually led to a good joke

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Alastor and Rosie are my everything

am i late? I heared it was aroace week???

i usually don't draw this kind of stuff but this is canon SO

i bet Rosie is the one who explains all new slang to him

they're besies your honor

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Chained (Fanfic; hints of radioapple)

I had a vision so enjoy my quick little writing. Please don't judge me this is my first-time writing.

Alastor is getting ready for the night; he gets comfortable his smile still intact. He took off his coat and set aside his microphone, he finally got to relax after a long day's work. Then he felt it, a sudden shift in the atmosphere, dreadful.

it was them.

The room was engulfed in darkness, then slowly neon lights started to light the. There they stood; a hooded figure shrouded in green fog. Alastor tensed, he straightened his posture and his grin widen his eyes narrowed to the figure in front of him.

"I didn't expect any company tonight, I haven't prepared anything..."

"I am not here for entertainment, my friend. Do we have any progress on our princess?" the voice was soft, and Alastor hummed in response, he puts his arms in his back. "We can't rush these things, patience is the utmost importance-" The room suddenly quaked the figure conjured chains that appeared in Alastor's neck. They pulled him violently.

Alastor was on his knees. Looking at the ground. He wanted to rip their body apart, but he was powerless.

Yet Alastor still smiled.

"If I'm not mistaken it looks like that you are getting too attached to this sorry place." They growled, pulling them again this time towards them, practically dragged him until they were face to face. Alastor tried to look away from them, but their long claws forced him to look at them their grip on him was tight. "Might I remind you who you belong to?"

How dare they touch him like, how dare they humiliate him like this. He was the Radio Demon for fuck's sake

Alastor's smile remained in his face.

"Of course I haven't, pardon my behavior. I assure you I am not getting fond over anybody in this hotel." The grip on their face loosened. "And who do you belong to?" The hooded figure cooed at him, a hint of playfulness. Alastor looked at them with contempt in their eyes, his grin straining.

"...You."

"That's right you're MINE." Their grip squished him again he can feel the tip of their claws on his skin, he can feel his skin is about to bleed. Their hand was on his cheeks two of their claws on the ends of his smile. Alastor flinched at the pain of the pressure of his claw tips. "Only I can make you look at me with so much disdain and hatred, only I can make you feel powerless. Not the angels above, not any leaders of hell, not even the king of hell himself can make you feel this way. Because I am-"

The door creaked open, and suddenly the room was normal. Alastor landed on his knees, looking at the door to see who his savior was. "Hey creep face, Charlie said that we have a meet-" The king of hell was caught off guard seeing the radio demon on the floor. He smirked and leaned on the door frame. "Uh finally accepting where you belong, On the ground?" Alastor smiled, his eyes rolling. "A king should know to knock before coming inside someone's room, didn't you know that? Who knows what you'll be walking in to?" Lucifer then took a good look at Alastor who didn't have his coat and collar on, the realization dawning to him, his face was painted with gold glowing hue. "I- Uh You have a point, so yes Charlie meeting early at around i don't know 6 hours?" Alastor got up and looked at him with annoyance, his smile grew "Yes I'll be there, sire." Lucifer fingers gun him as he turned around.

"Thank you."

Lucifer whipped his head back to look at the radio demon in confusion, he said it without the radio filter. When he looked at Alastor, he was looking kinda soft, his smile not as forceful as it always what and his eyes were relaxed which put Lucifer on edge "What?" "Thank you for telling me about the meeting of course." His radio filter was back on. His tendril sprout out and pushed the other out of the door. "Now please, a demon still needs their sleep" Before Lucifer can say anything the door slammed on his face. It took Lucifer few seconds to snap out of it and mutters a weak "Asshole." Seeing Alastor like that made him feel, weird... but he can get used to it, it felt nice.

My first fanfic ever :OO and i had to make it a bit of radioapple, anyone interested in reading more about this? IDK i'm not a writer by any means but this was fun nonetheless...

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honestly my advice for people questioning if they're aro is kind of the same as my advice for people questioning if they're trans which is do less worrying about whether or not you inherently fall into this arbitrary category and do more considering what you want in and from your life. like ultimately deconstructing societal ideals of what relationships (or gender) should be like and figuring out what you want them to look like in your life is what matters and whether or not you experience romantic attraction is kind of immaterial

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is anyone else just like. constantly filled with rage about their position under late capitalism and how we are expected to just keep playing this game that we know will literally kill us, is already killing people all over the world, and yet everyone around us is somehow fine with going about business as usual, with pretending we are free by being able to choose between different ways of being exploited. there is nothing more dehumanising than being forced to partake in a system that is actively detrimental to our survival as human beings, that is so physically, psychologically and spiritually destructive, and i don’t know how to deal with this anger anymore

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Look man, it was too perfect not to do, I was obligated to make this-

Anyways another drawing for my little series of dumb doodles, gotta keep the fandom well fed💪💪

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I had a tattoo client ask if I ever used AI to design tattoos for me. Man I spent the better part of a decade doing shitty bit work as a graphic designer and now that I have the space to do whatever I want, I'm gonna let the computer generate random garbage for me? What next should I have a computer that eats my dinner and fucks my wife?

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more cute als

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still absolutely cannot wrap my head around how ppl are not condemning the iof and calling for a permanent ceasefire even after the news broke out about hind. she was six years old. trapped inside a bombed car where five of her relatives are martyred. iof tanks laid siege on a six year old girl calling her mom for help. because she was scared and alone and starving. iof waited until the paramedics came to save hind and killed them all. remember hind. remember yousef. remember ahmed. death to israel. ceasefire now.

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They are carpet bombing Rafah. The over 1.4 million Palestinians in Rafah are being targeted at what is now 4 in the morning for them. They are posting their goodbyes.

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He thought they’d be cold against his finger as he touched them, but they were warm from the heat of Zoro’s skin.

Art for Chapter 3 of ‘Because It’s You’

here on ao3