#80 dollars is a lot of money

[give-me-one-good-reason]

I too, cannot wait for it to come out on Switch, except that it will probably be full price, à la Skyward Sword, and I don't know if I could justify paying $80 for a game that I already own.

I've got Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon on my mind

[boxchewr]

okay one thing that's fucked up with the 80-90 dollar switch 2 games is that. because there are no physical carts and they're just codes to verify a purchase online that means that come 10 years (the average lifespan of a nintendo system's online support) there's a pretty good chance that anyone getting a switch 2 for the first time just. won't be able to play anything on it unless they get one with an account already (if accounts even still work). because the servers will be down so they can't verify the codes they spent money on. and this will become less and less of a rare situation as time passes as this is, from what can be told now, the system that will slowly brick itself on purpose over a span of 10 years and demands 20-30 extra dollars compared to its competitors to do so

(i don't have an xbox or a ps5 to confirm if this will also be a problem for them but considering the massive fucking sizes of games these days it probably will be the case for that as well and i hate modern gaming a lot good god)

[shadesoflsk]

Writing a fic is so funny like why am I searching for an inflation calculator girl you aren't a financial advisor.

[daemonsdemons]

we do not have marriage equality until disabled people can marry. remember that

“june is over so now it’s gay wrath month” blah blah reminder that july is disability pride month and is often ignored and disregarded!! funnel that wrath into advocating for your disabled peers and amplifying their voices

[crooked-wasteland]

You Can't Trust The Media

No, this terrible rendition of Lilo & Stitch is not a success (yet). While $341.7 Million dollars seems like a lot, what if I were to tell you the movie cost $200 million just to make and advertise? That means that the movie has only actually made Disney a measly $141 Million dollars. And since Disney is a massive company, those earnings are barely profits.

The press is trying to play on people's FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) with dark money from Disney. These articles are PR in the guise of news. It is actual propaganda.

To put it in context, the original Lilo & Stitch from 2002 cost $80 Million to make, and the movie earned $270Million in the global box office. This was considered a financial underperformer and "modest" return. That's over three times the budget for the film.

Of course we are unsure of the money spent on marketing as studios typically do not share that information, but we are aware that even the original film had an inflated marketing budget compared to other movies coming out at the same time as well. But a marketing campaign being the same price as the film itself is pretty unheard of and partly why Disney is boasting about the amount of money they are spending on this film.

But the fact that advertising costs are typically hidden should also raise some eyebrows. Why would Disney give a firm number for their advertising budget? It's reasonable to take that 1 Million as a rough estimate. It probably is a higher number.

I also want to mention it seems odd how quickly we are getting Global boxoffice numbers. It feels like they may be trying to beat the bad press coming out.

But at the end, this still isn't a runaway success. Even by Disney's own reported numbers, this isn't that impressive. But the media will try and tell you it is.

This is how propaganda works.

[rosegardenofeden]

The thing is I would be a lot less upset about paying $80 dollars for a video game if

A. The money actually went to the laborers and developers who made the game in the first place.

B. Prices for most console games were more flexible, and actually went down over time, rather than selling a years-old game from the last generation at a markup from it's original MSRP.

C. The price was adjusted for places where buying a video game can cost several month's paycheck.

[nosferatufaggot]

I spent so much money and purchased so many items.

[roseburning]

I feel like this fandom often forget how insanely WEALTHY this man:

Actually is. He's kinda rich, right? Wrong.

This cherry pie:

Is a MULTI-BILLIONAIRE. This would let him comfortably sit at Forbes 985th, ladies and gentlemen, that's the same net worth as Michael Jordan.

I know that he doesn't like to show off his money because his mother only cared about it and neglected him, and I know he's the one founding all the high tech gadgets for the X-Men + to the mansion and the planes.

However.

WHERE ARE ALL THE FICS ABOUT HIM SPOILING ROTTEN HIS BOYFRIEND?! not like Erik would accept it straight away, but I need them to talk about and Charles making sure Erik knows he's worthy it and that it's okay to accept love and gifts.

WHERE ARE THE FICS ABOUT HIM NOT HAVING A CLUE THAT MOST PEOPLE CONSIDER NORMAL ABOUT MONEY?! I'm sorry, as neglected you may be, there's no way you inherit 3,5 BILLIONS and has a realistic view on how most people handle money, let alone poor people. This man is the 1%, he's the rich that the liberals want to eat (erik, not like that-). He's self aware and he tries to police himself, but I need to see the reality checks every now and then. Besides, a lot of his students came from really shitty places and the class difference would be screaming sometimes.

ACTUALLY, NOT JUST ERIK, I NEED TO SEE HIM GIVING PEOPLE STUPIDLY EXPENSIVE GIFTS IN GENERAL. Sometimes just because he can and there's no reason why not, sometimes he doesn't realize it's that expensive, and then I digress to my previous point.

WHERE ARE THE SUGAR DADDY FANFICTIONS?!

There's also this website I found that claims he has 125 BILLION DOLLARS but I highly doubt that:

Ladies and gentlemen, that website was ranking characters from DC and Marvel, and they put him above Tony Stark (80 billion) and Bruce Wayne (100 billion). I have no idea where they took that information from, but that would make our adorable lab rat the 10TH MOST WEALTHY MAN on the planet as of 2024.

Omg, the subtitle got Erik's name wrong-

This was a Charles' bank account appreciation post, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

UPTADE: Guys, I found the perfect fanfic for it and I cannot recommend this enough. Downtown (everything's waiting for you) by so_shhy

Synopsis: “Charles is a rich CEO, Erik is a hooker with a heart of gold...

(In other words, Pretty Woman AU)”

Fun fact: I found that marvelous fanfiction while looking for “Charles Xavier being an asshole” tag.

[ms-demeanor]

I've been following what's been going on with Belphie the kitten and his person, Greer Stothers, has just mentioned pet insurance in a tag on a post and I wanted to give an example from my life backing up why pet insurance can be a good idea and why I think it is worthwhile.

Two years ago my sister's dog had bloat while she was on vacation. The kennel he was staying at recognized symptoms and called my sister to clear them to take him to the emergency vet. My sister is very financially secure and this dog is an enormous part of her life, so she said yes with barely a moment of hesitation. That ended up being about twelve thousand dollars of emergency surgery.

Large Bastard and I got pet insurance for Tiny Bastard the same week because we realized that if someone had presented that option to us, we would have had no choice but to have Tiny Bastard put down, and we didn't want to be put in that position.

I did a lot of research about different kinds of pet insurance and different levels of coverage and annual maximums and deductibles and so on and so forth. Tiny Bastard is a senior dog, so this was going to be expensive no matter what options we went with, so I chose a moderately priced plan with a $500 annual deductible, unlimited annual coverage, that pays 80% of the bills incurred annually below the maximum. What that means is that we pay the first $500 of care totally out of pocket, after which point we are reimbursed 80% of any vet bills for care covered by the plan.

The first year we had this plan I was kind of iffy about it. It's a noticeable monthly expense and we didn't even spend the deductible in vet bills the first year. Except that a month before the policy was set to renew, Tiny Bastard got diagnosed with diabetes. We now have monthly insulin costs and syringe costs; there are tests she has to have regularly to monitor her overall condition and we need to do more frequent vet visits to track symptoms.

Suddenly the insulin alone means that the insurance is break-even within six months and the additional visits and tests are something we can afford instead of something we'd have to put on credit.

Our plan (through ManyPets) covers medication, surgery, diagnostics, medical equipment, and euthanasia and cremation. It doesn't cover pre-existing conditions, joint conditions for dogs who were signed up over a certain age, dental care, spay/neuter, vaccinations, or prescription food but honestly all of that makes me just kind of wish we'd signed her up earlier - her knee problems *would* be covered if we'd had her signed up as a puppy, and the monthly cost would have been lower if we'd signed her up then. And there are at least a few emergency vet bills that I wouldn't still be paying off on my credit card. Hell, I've probably paid more in interest on some bruising she got in a fight three years ago than I have for this policy as a whole.

I am glad that Greer is able to take care of Belphie. I am glad that my sister was able to take care of her dog. But I'm also really, really glad that for a relatively low cost, I would be able to take care of Tiny Bastard if she were catastrophically injured, or if she needed emergency surgery. I'm glad that I'm able to take care of her now with her medications and her additional vet visits.

There are a lot of people who say that pet insurance isn't worth it, especially not for young animals. But if your young animal gets very sick, or gets badly injured, or eats a hairband and needs an emergency endoscopy, then it will probably be VERY worth it. It's a risk/reward question. You feel like you're wasting money if you're paying for a policy that you never use, but honestly that just means you're lucky to have a healthy pet.

I'm lucky that Tiny Bastard was relatively healthy before I got the insurance; I'm also lucky that she was insured when she was diagnosed with a chronic illness that will need lifelong care. This enables me to provide care for her that would otherwise be financially unmanageable, and that makes the insurance *extremely worth it* from my perspective.

And Belphie is a good example of why it's a good idea to get coverage even for very young pets. Greer is recommending it because this kitten has required a tremendous amount of care during a period in his life when it's generally taken for granted that a cat will be healthy. (And Greer is not stupid for forgoing pet insurance - pet insurance is still a relatively new concept and there are lots of people who are leery of it for a number of good reasons)

So I'd say that if you've got a pet or are getting a pet it is very worthwhile to find a pet insurance plan that fits in your budget. There are a variety of plans out there and some are very inexpensive. Check coverage levels (you can even get some with wellness plans that include dental care and vaccinations) and see if there's something that works for you.

I personally don't think I'm ever going to own another pet without having pet insurance. It's ridiculous how much easier it is for me to say yes to diagnostic tests or different treatments than it was before because I know I'm going to be able to fit Tiny Bastard's care into our budget.

[idiomagic]

Horse Story #3 for @elodieunderglass

The Origins of a Demon in Horse Form Part 1 "How did a horse get posessed by a demon?" "Just lucky, I guess" When I was 13, I had a horse. Her name was Nine To Five, Dolly for short. She was the sweetest creature I've ever met: kind, eager to please, patient, gentle, demure. She would have done numbers in tradwife tumblr circles. Dolly had taught me a lot, and had taken me far, but she developed navicular and couldn't jump any more. I needed a new horse. World champion show jumpers cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, even back in the 80s, and I did not have anything like that kind of money available to me. The only viable option was to get a Thoroughbred from the racecourse and train him to jump. It would take years, and there was no guarantee of getting the level of talent I needed, but it was that or nothing. So my grandfather took me to Santa Anita, for the claiming races. The first claiming race was for horses that had never won a race. Looking at the sad, dejected horses shuffling around before the race, I was not optimistic. And then I saw him.

There was one horse, a huge liver chestnut, who was causing problems. His attention was entirely on the flock of flamingos adorning the infield, and not at all on the race at hand. He refused to go near the starting gate. He kept trying to whip his head around to bite his jockey. He bit the long suffering horse ponying him. He bit the rider of the pony. He tried to bite the starters attempting to force him into the gate. When none of that worked, he...sat down, like a dog, then started to roll. The jockey had to jump off. It took eight people to get him back on his feet, and to shove him into the starting gate... ...where he promptly dropped down and slithered under the gate, out onto the track, shedding his jockey in the process. He focused on the flamingos again, with a quivering intensity. From a complete standstill, he jumped the four foot infield fence, with at least two feet to spare. He plunged into the flock of flamingos, sending them flailing and squawking into the air. As they lifted off, I could see he had a mouthful of feathers. It took nearly twenty minutes for the racetrack crew to catch him. I turned to my grandfather and said: "I want that one." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If you like my posts, please consider buying me a Kofi or sharing my pinned post. Life is impossibly hard right now, and I need your help. https://ko-fi.com/idiomagic

[vinceaddams]

Another fantastic estate sale!! I spent less money than last time, thankfully, and got better fabric.

Over 10 metres of cotton velveteen for fantastically cheap. They really rounded down on some of these labels too, one of them is 80 cm more than marked, and another is 50 cm more.

Two dollar hand embroidered Intriguing Mystery Bundle that felt like very crisp silk.

And upon unrolling it I burn tested a loose thread from the edge and is is indeed 100% silk, and is someone's very old unfinished project! The embroidery is all done but it was never sewn up into a garment. Looks like pieces for a chest and... cuffs probably? And a couple other little motifs for something else?

There's a name written on top but no lines traced out, so I'm not sure. Presumably some kind of blouse?

A brass & rhinestone buckle - not very sturdy or high quality but pretty old, and I have had fancy buckles on the mind lately. And gimp cord! So much vintage gimp cord!! Rayon wrapped around a cotton core. I would like to try using it for frogging someday.

Also a couple things of silk twist, and one wad of sturdy pink linen yarn. Look at the moss green silk twist, ooooh. I could get a set of waistcoat buttonholes out of that as long as it wasn't a super early waistcoat with too many.

But! The most interesting thing I found was a goddamn CALASH!

NOT an original 18th century one mind you, it has some machine stitching, but still very old! I'm sure it must be at least 100. The Victorians did love wearing 18th century costumes to fancy dress parties, and made a lot of them themselves when they didn't have extant ones from the previous century to ruin.

It's made of what I think is a fine, crisp, sturdy linen.

The channels are machine stitched (with atrociously uneven tension) and the rest of it is by hand.

It's got a nice double ruffle around the neck and the front, very much like the ones on a lot of the 18th century calash bonnets it was presumably copying, but a different shape from any of the ones I've seen.

The hoops are cane, there's a bit of piping in between the 2 rows of ruffle along the front edge, and the hems of the ruffle are corded. The fabric also has solid selvedges which are whipstitched together in a few places where the fabric is pieced.

The wildest thing about this is it was in the free junk pile! It cost me zero dollars and zero cents!!! I guess being so drab and dirty looking nobody paid it much attention, but still, amazing considering it's obviously very old and all still in one piece.

I'll have to take more pictures sometime and do a blog post on it, and maybe possibly try to wash it with ph neutral soap. Must ask the Museum Friends. (Edit: Ok she says no don't wash it)

Edit: OH also I forgot to mention that somewhere in there was this note that fell on the floor when I got home.

It's addressed to the artist whose house this was, apparently from someone who gave her some antique pieces of clothing.

[itneverendshere]

omg omg i’m completely inlove with bartender reader and rafe!! what if the reader saves up her money to get rafe something special as a just because gift, something to show that shes grateful for him or maybe handmade some gift for him

it hits different 'cause it's you - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) word count: 2.5k

thank you so much for loving them and for you request 🫂

Between your hours at the country club, the odd gigs squeezed in wherever you could manage, and scrimping every dollar, you’d finally pulled it off. You had something for Rafe.

You turned the bracelet over in your fingers, the silver links catching the low glow of your bedroom lamp. At first, the idea felt absurd—buying him a gift. Rafe could walk into any store and come out with whatever he wanted, no hesitation. But that wasn’t what this was about.

This was your first birthday together, and you wanted to give him something that came from you.

Something that expressed your gratefulness.

Even though you’d heard the rumors, the stories about how reckless or cruel he could be—and sure, you’d seen pieces of that side—he was never that way with you. He was careful, always tried to impress you with the extravagant stuff—you didn’t need the flashy gifts or the five-star dinners, though he insisted on both.

You needed him. The Rafe you knew when it was just the two of you sitting in his truck by the beach, laughing over nothing.

A handmade bracelet, not the least bit flashy but incredibly personal.

You’d saved up for the silver chain, it was still a simple one but nice nonetheless. The charms though, were the important part. Tiny reminders of things you’d shared: a compass for those late-night drives home where you’d just get lost on purpose, a wave for the time he dragged you out surfing (even though you had no idea what you were doing), and a tiny heart because, well, obvious reasons. 

You didn’t care if he thought it was dumb.

You’d spent weeks working on it between shifts, sneaking away to the little craft store on the mainland to find the perfect pieces. It wasn’t expensive, but it had you in it—your time, your memories, your effort. You hoped that was enough.

You’d been nervous all day, counting down the minutes until you could finally give it to him.

Rafe picked you up after work, his grin lighting up the parking lot on itself. Hours later, the two of you are sitting on the hood of his truck, the ocean breeze cool against your skin. His birthday dinner was perfect, of course—he made sure of that.

He insisted on a cute restaurant by the beach, his favorite, and the sunset view had been unreal, lsomething out of a movie. But you've been quieter since.

Rafe nudges you with his shoulder.

“What’s up, baby? You’ve been acting weird all night.”

You fumbl with the zipper of your purse, pulling out the small, wrapped box. “I… I got you something.”

Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up. “For me?”

“No, for the other guy I’m dating,” you tease, 80% sure your heartbeat was trying to tap out Morse code for help. “Yeah, for you.”

He smirks, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.”

“I know. But I wanted to.”

He carefully unwraps the box, lifting the bracelet free.

The charms glint as he turns it in his hand, catching the light with each movement. He stays quiet long enough for doubt to eat at you—your stomach sinking as you wonder if he thinks it looks cheap, lame compared to everything he's used to.

But then he looks at you, blue eyes tender.

“You made this?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, hands twisting in your lap. “It’s nothing big. Just… little things that made me think of us.”

Rafe continue to study the bracelet, fingers brushing over each charm. Then, still silent, he slips it onto his wrist. The silver chain sits snug beneath his sleek watch, mismatched, imperfect—not belonging.

He doesn't seem to notice—or care.

“You can wear it as a keychain if you want— or, I dunno, maybe keep it somewhere. You don’t have to wear it,” you added quickly, still torn about your decision. You feel stupid.

Of course he isn't going to wear it, not with all his luxury watches. It's okay if he turns it into a keychain.

Rafe glanced at his wrist, then back at you, “I'm wearing it."

You blink in stupor.

“You don’t have to just because I gave it to you.”

“Course I do.”

Your cheeks are halfway warm as you fidget with the hem of your shirt, not sure what to say next. Damn him.

Rafe grins, and you're sure he can read your mind at this point. He's always so in tune with your emotions...it's scary.

“What?” he hums. “You think I wouldn’t like it?”

“I mean…You wear designer everything. This is… it’s kinda cheap compared to that.”

He gave chuckled, shaking his head. “You made it, that’s what I care about.” He paused, then added softly, “It’s from you."

Your heart does a crazy backflip, and you had to bite back the stupid smile spreading across your face.

“You’re serious?”

“F'course I’m serious. This is us.” He holds up his wrist, the bracelet. “Every charm means something, right?”

“Yeah,” you breath, feeling shy. “I didn’t want you to feel like I couldn’t give you something better.”

He turns fully towards you, his hands cupping your face.

“Better? Baby, no. This is perfect. No one’s ever given me something like this before.” He pecks your forehead, and you feel yourself melting like a cone of ice cream in the Kidare heat. “I don’t need ‘better’ or more expensive shit. I need this.”

You fall into him, feeling the warmth of his body, his chest under your cheek. It's hard to wrap your head around the fact that someone like Rafe—who could literally have anything he desired—wanted something as simple as a handmade bracelet.

“I’m glad you like it,” you confess, too lazy to move from your favorite place on Earth.

“I don’t just like it. I love it,” He murmurs against your hair, lips grazing the skin. “And I love you.”

That did it. 

Your stomach flutters, it's even harder to fight that big, stupid, giddy smile you only get when you are with him.

“I love you too."

He kisses you then—confident, familiar, the way he never showed anyone else. He always kissed you like he didn’t have anywhere else, he was meant to do it all day. His hand stay at the side of your neck, brushing your skin once before going still.

Somehow, every time feels a little different with him.

When he pulls back, you nearly gawk at him, how pretty he looks when he's got traces of you on his lips.

Rafe glances, at his wrist, "Never takin’ this off, y'know.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Okay, let’s not get crazy.”

He smirks, hiding it by leaving a kiss on your temple.

“No, I mean it. It’s a part of us now.”

“Not even when you shower?”

You can feel the shit-eating grin against your temple,.

“You thinkin’ about me showering?”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are already scorching as you try and fail to keep a straight face. "Shut up."

“That’s not what you were sayin’—”

“Okayyyy,” You interrupt pushing him away, “We get it.”

You turn your face away, hiding your grin as he laughs, that rumbling sound that always makes you want to kiss him stupid. Being with Rafe is like that—playful and intense, always keeping you on your toes but making you feel safe in a way you didn't see coming.

“You’re ridiculous,” You scoff mockingly, trying to sound exasperated though the smile on your face gives you away.

He wrapps an arm around your figure, the two of you going silent, with the waves crashing in the background, the air cool but not cold. Everything feels easy in moments like this.

“I’m serious though,” Rafe interrupts. “No one’s ever done anythin’ like this for me before. You don’t know how much it means.”

His fingers absentmindedly trace the bracelet again. Your heart swells knowing that something as simple as a handmade gift can mean so much to someone like him. Rafe has everything—money, cars, houses. But, for once, he needed something that couldn’t be bought.

“I’m glad,” You squeeze his hand, your throat tightening with emotion. “I wanted you to know that I see you."

“You do. You really do.”

You look up at him, your eyes meeting in the sunsent light. It hits you how much he has become a part of your life, how much he has broken down those walls you cherished before.

“I’m not taking it off,” He repeats, more serious this time, needing you to take his words for it.

“Okay, Rafe. Whatever you say.”

“But you’re still givin’ me birthday sex, right?”

You groan in annoyance. “I pour my heart out, and this is where you go?”

He grins, that mischievous expression of his.

“What? It's my birthday, after all.” His voice drops playfully, the way it always does when he's aiming to push your buttons.

You roll your eyes, pretending to be all serious, but he pulls your wrist, yanking you closer until your forehead rests against his.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” He admits, lips brushing yours, “But you love me anyway.”

Your body doing that stupid flutter thing again.

“Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?” He raises unimpressed brow, looking all mock offended.

As a retaliation, you peck his cheek before he can spit out something nasty, like he always does. “Of course I love you. Birthday sex or not.”

Rafe chuckles, flirty hands slipping down to grab a handfull of your ass., “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You try to glare.

“I don’t have to admit anything. But maybe... if you’re lucky..”

You feel the hitch in his breath. There's something oddly satisfying about getting under his skin like this—watching him lose control when you play it right back.

"Now who's teasing’?" he murmurs as he grazes down your neck, leaving lingering kisses that make it hard to keep your thoughts straight.

"You started it," You sass back, fingers finding his polo's collar, tugging on it until there's hardly any space left between you.

Your legs end up draped over his, his hands on your thighs as you settle deeper into his lap. His greedy mouth traces your jaw, savoring every second of this, and your head tilts back instinctively, giving him more room.

God, he knows exactly how to make you melt without any effort.

Rafe’s hands move back to your hips, fingers digging into the skin.

“You’re gonna drive me insane."

You lean into him, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest as he finally kissed you. His hand came up to hold the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek in that gentle way that makes you flutter.

He tilts his head slightly, angling the kiss, savoring every second he gets to have you this close. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as his other hand traces gentle circles along your thigh.

“Y’know I’m crazy about you, right?” he murmurs against your lips.

You nod bashfully, biting your lip. “Yeah. Happy birthday, baby.”

He rests his forehead against yours, greedy fingers still tracing weird patterns on your leg. Then, in the same casual tone he usually uses when he's asking what to eat for dinner, he goes, “You know, you should make the same bracelets for our kids when we have them.”

Your brain screeches to a stop.

Wait, what?

You dumbly blink up at him, heart skipping a beat for a completely different reason now. “I’m sorry, what?”

He grins, pretending like he didn’t just casually drop the most insane statement ever. “I’m serious. One day, when we have kids—you should make them little bracelets like this. It'll be a thing.”

You stare at him, gobsmacked, trying to wrap your head around what he insinuated.

“We’ve been together, what… less than a year? And you’re talking about kids?”

He shrugs, unfazed by the shock on your face. “Yeah, why not? I can see it, y’know? You, me, little mini-us running around—driving us crazy. It’d be fun."

Kids? Your kids? Together? You try to picture it for a second—little versions of Rafe, with his mischievous ways and messy hair, running around. 

“Wait, hold up—you want kids with me?”

 “Yeah.”

“Plural?”

“Yeah. A few. Maybe more.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “A few? Oh my God, you’re insane.”

He smirk, pleased with himself.

“What, you can’t picture it? I bet they’d have your eyes. Or my attitude. Definitely my attitude.”

“Great, that’s exactly what the world needs.”

Rafe chuckles, dragging you directly against his chest.

“Not tomorrow. But one day. You’d be a great mom, don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

You roll your eyes, but a smile nonetheless. “Okay, maybe once. Can we get through your birthday first?”

“Fine, fine. But just so you know, when the time comes, I want the little bracelets.”

“I’ll consider it... if they don’t take after you too much.”

“Oh, they will. And you’re gonna love every second of it.”

[chsopnk]

「 ✦ DADDY’S HOME ✦ 」

☆. # SHIP — gojo satoru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro x gn!reader

☆. # AUTHOR’S NOTE — the guys as the father of ur kids.

☆. # WARNINGS — mentions of puke

GOJO .

i could see him as a boy or girl dad. or both

tries to give his daughter cute hairstyles and fails miserably. crooked pigtails where half of her hair is still hanging down is the best he can do. but hey, he tries

definitely hangs his kids upside down by their feet. probably shakes them too.

the kids are definitely small gojo’s. sorry not sorry

every single day is chaos.

when he goes out with the two on his own, he loses one of them about 80% of the time (he always finds them again, don’t worry 😭)

let’s them have snacks before dinner and tells them not to tell you. they always do.

despite all of that, he’s a fun father

gojo has a lot of energy so he runs around with them all day and plays with them <33

(then he complains about how tired he is when they’re in bed :/)

lots of fun trips. to the playground, amusement parks, places in japan, different countries. the beach.

if his kids have hobbies, he’s always ALWAYS!! the loudest and most embarrassing parent there. he says it builds character and he needs to support his babies ‼️‼️

NANAMI .

girl dad. twin girls.

he definitely does their hair!! and he’s good at it too <3 nanami has done their hair since they had hair.

he spoils them TO DEATH.

the girls only want to eat the food he cooks 😒 they say it tastes better

he dances with them in the living room when no one’s home. ugh he’s so CUTE 🥴🥴

nanami’s a very very loving father but he’s also strict when it comes to certain things

example a: the girls will never not do their homework. he makes sure of it 💯

just imagine nanami sitting at a table with his two little girls while explaining math to them 🥹 he’s so so gentle and understanding but he will not let them give up

imo he really loves it when they wear cute dresses and look all pretty. he’s a girlie girl dad.

he will play with them no matter what they want to do. play dress-up? he will wear the tutu. want to play house? of course he’ll be the baby. the girls wanna do his hair + make-up? he’ll be the test subject no problem ‼️

he’s also never ever going to miss any special day his girls have. their first day of school, bring your father to school day, their dance shows — whatever their hobbies are, he’ll be there to support them <33333

also: a REAL father. never had a problem with changing diapers or cleaning up baby puke.

TOJI .

not the best father, but he’s damn sure trying

the child was definitely unexpected and not exactly wanted but once he came to terms with it, he tries his best to be there as best as he can

he doesn’t have the money needed to take care of a child, neither do you (not really)

but whatever his kid wants, his kid gets.

mostly, that includes fast food and cheap toys from the dollar store

but hey!! the kid doesn’t care where the toys are from (/gen)

definitely the type of dad to get one of those leashes for kids. he’s not risking losing his kid somewhere 💀 and he knows damn well what kind of menace that child is

he can and will bribe his son with candy to get him to stop crying or throwing a tantrum

toji cannot deal with his kid screaming or crying. honestly mostly leaves you to deal with those situations because he’s unsure how to handle them

will change diapers but not without complaining and almost throwing up 💀 it’s not his fault !!! it stinks okay?!!

acts like he doesn’t care about the kid but then shows up after a mission with a bag of candy. or pulls out some toy the kid’s wanted

cannot, will not & should not help with homework.

[ladyanchor]

Behind the absurd dance group

Founded in 2006, the "Shen Yun Performing Arts Company" has 8 fully equipped dance troupes and orchestras, each consisting of 80 people. In the past two years, it has been traveling to the United States, Canada and other countries with a frequency of 800 performances per year to carry out the so-called "global tour". According to the ticket information on the website, the "Shen Yun Performing Arts Company" will perform in many places in the United States in March this year, and the ticket price ranges from 80 to 220 US dollars per show. The income earned by deception each year may be as high as hundreds of millions of yuan - countless foreigners come with interest in China, but are deceived by a makeshift group and make a lot of money. In 2008, the total net assets of this organization exceeded 3 million US dollars; ten years later, in 2017, this amount has grown to 95.7 million US dollars. The annual income of the "Shen Yun Performing Arts Company" is almost between 10 million and 20 million US dollars. According to the 2017 "Tax-free Organization Income Declaration Form" published on the Foundation Center, the US non-profit organization income declaration website, "Shen Yun Performing Arts" listed $20,495,860 as "program income", more than $10 million as "business expenses", and "donations and grants" of nearly $9 million. A total of $19,864,001 was registered as "net profit" in 2017. With tens of millions of dollars in income each year, they use the so-called "religion" and "education" to evade taxes. On the surface, they promote Chinese traditional culture, but intersperse cult ideas in it. This behavior is really despicable. And mental control, illegal money-making, fabricating evil doctrines, personality worship… These are all common means used by cults to achieve their ulterior purposes. 25 years after "Falun Gong" was banned by China, it is still deceiving innocent people in the United States by various means. For this behavior, not only is the cult organization self-destructive, but it also makes everyone vigilant and spurn.

[simandy]

Guys I'm going slow mode again. I'm just getting registered to a health care plan (for me and for my brother) so i can take care of my health and, before anything, thank you for supporting me into this. I know i might complain a lot for someone who will pay "only" 80 dollars for this monthly, while my usamerican friends have to live under terrible and abusive medical fees, but it's still a lot of money to me and I want to thank you guys for being the reason why I'm able to pay for all that. That being said, the shortness of breath that i mentioned MONTHS ago? It didn't go away. It did fade for a few periods of days but still it would came back. I'm writing this on tranquilizers so I'm sorry for any english mistakes. I'll have to go slow. I don't know how i will be able to pay for a healthcare plan, college tuition and the coffee shop past debts (that are still rolling on my credit card) but i trust the Almighty God and I know He loves me very much because there's no way so many people on earth actually care this much about me. So, while I'm anxious and frightening because I'm human, i am spiritually at peace because everything will be alright. One way or another. I'm gonna have to slow down on many many projects because i can't sit up for many minutes without losing control of my lungs so I won't be back for the commissions too soon, unfortunately. I come to ask for prayers, even if you're a non believer. If you won't, it's absolutely ok, i love you. Please keep me in your thoughts, and keep supporting me please 🙏 I'll be back, i promise.

[batwynn]

If anyone’s wondering what the rural side of a purple USA state is looking like right now, here’s a sample:

80% of the roads are almost completely impassible around the entire state. Massive holes destroying cars. Newly paved roads destroyed in 3 months. We barely had money for cheap patches last year, we are likely not going to have any money for roads and bridges at all this year. Both roads that lead to where I live have collapsing culverts under the roads because they installed plastic ones instead of metal, meaning in DAYS myself, 20+ households, and 5+ farms will not be able to get in and out of our homes. And yet, not a single person out here other than me will complain or say anything to get it fixed because they’re full of complex guilt over voting for this to happen to all of us. My emails and calls to the office of two people that manage this area have been ignored. They’re too busy trying to move the gigantic chunks of ice that flooded several roads from the river flooding severely this year. No, climate change didn’t cause this how dare you even bring that up when people are dealing with results of *climate change?!*

We are getting punished, as a state, because our governor chose to follow the rule of state-controlled law about trans people participating in sports and that made somebody angwy. Most people around here have decided any harm caused by this are trans people’s faults and there has been an even sharper rise in aggression at even the hint of gender-nonconformity. Yes, even the dog’s genders are more intensely defined right now.

Everyone is angry. Every single person. People who wanted this are angry, but can’t even begin to face why. A lot of people who didn’t vote for this are too scared to say anything because most of us are in very real danger. We are so fucking angry, though. If you’re a visible minority and/or wear a mask, the MAGA will unleash their displaced rage on you every opportunity they can get. The people who can afford to be vocal about it are also in danger. Power keg doesn’t even begin to describe it.

60% of people visiting this area were Canadians crossing the border to shop and idk hang out I guess? I have not seen a single Canadian license plate in almost a month now. The hotels are all weirdly open for booking all year when they’re usually booked up. People here are upping their advertising for off-roading, fishing, camping, etc. No, they haven’t figured it out yet.

There’s been a sharp rise of domestic violence, violent interactions on the road, and drug use has spiked. Everyone’s very angry at a few drug users who are living in extreme poverty in town when half their household is using alcohol or other drugs to deal with their daily lives as well. Again, a lot of misplaced anger, yelling at the suffering as though they caused it all.

A loooot of local people just got cut off from contact from their not-asshole families for the first time ever, so you hear a lot of ‘we used to be able to stick together as a country’ and ‘we shouldn’t let things divide us’. No, they won’t say what divided them from their families because they’re still pretending they didn’t do anything wrong even when it’s starting to actually affect their daily lives negatively.

Some of the farmers have been pretty quiet about their politics since somebody cut all of their incoming money. I’ve looked into some of the local farm’s records in the past and know for a fact that their more shady-ish practices got them more money from the government than they got from actually selling food. Billions more. Now nothing. So very quiet.

A weird, sharp turn against the cops has happened ever since people finally saw baby’s first corruption. Billions of dollars for cops that was supposed to go towards something, and has just sort of… vanished for four years now. People started admitting they didn’t vote for it to go to them, so how did it get passed? They’re all very close to Getting It but they still thinks the cops will fuck them save them from the Transes so they can’t get over that hump yet.

There are a select few who are the most normal Joes you’ve ever seen going about their lives very happily and averagely because literally none of this has affected them yet and yes, they’re all younger cishet white men. (I guess they don’t eat eggs?)

Eggs. Rages about eggs. Egg orgies at the chicken people’s houses. So much cash in hand for eggs. People who didn’t even like eggs are all about buying the cheapest from the most backyard-est chickens. People buying chickens who couldn’t raise a chia pet. None of them even aknowledge the bird flu, but they sure have a lot to say about not vaccinating their chickens.

Raw milk. Orgies at the dairy. So much cash in hand for raw milk. People who are lactose intolerant buying it by the bucketload because not only is it ‘free of *insert random thing they’re afraid of here*’ but also ‘*more misinformation*’ and ‘lactose intolerant people can drink it because it’s *insert some random Christian phrasing about purity*’

No sharp rise in church going. Churches have actually closed. The religion has twisted itself too far away from even that.

The dollar (1.50) store is packed. Still no acknowledgement of why we’re all so poor that we’re all getting our groceries here together, because that would admit to a systematic problem. The food there is getting shadier and shadier. We’re all just sort of waiting for the day some bacteria or random rat shit dropped in from the factory kills us from our $1.50 mystery meat frozen meal.

Isolation for queer people—especially trans people—has quadrupled. We aren’t even looking at one another in the stores anymore. No silent looks of acknowledgement or knowing smiles. We pretend we didn’t clock each other at all now. Everyone is cishet/binary passing as much as we can. The tension and fear is very high.

No one, apparently, remembers the caterpillars that destroyed all the trees last year, or the fact that we were warned it would happen again this year 10x worse. Or the fact that scientists said the trees can only handle so many years without fucking leaves. They’re going to die in droves if this keeps happening. It’s literally been completely forgotten by everyone. If you bring it up they stare at you blankly.

The local younger generation are more nihilistic and risk taking than ever. They keep dying while driving 108mph, or from overdoses. They’re angry and scared and genuinly suicidal. The kids aren’t, in fact, alright.

80% of the people you meet around town have been day drinking at the local bowling alley. Yes, they’re all drinking and driving. No, the billionaire cops are not even present on the roads.

Ticks. More ticks than ever before. No, do not even mention climate change this just mysteriously happened.

Surprisingly (I joke), there has a rise in even more mediocre white men in jobs they’re not qualified for as a lot of the older generation are retiring after one too many injuries on the job. You cannot, for the life of you, find a plumber within a 200mile distance that will actually show up and do the job correctly, nevermind well. One guy had this area covered for 50 something years before and apparently was the last person to know how to do their job. Now it’s daily posts on facebook of people looking for a plumber, 20 year old dude ‘master plumbers’ saying they’ll fix it, then the OP posting again looking for a plumber and maybe a priest a week later.

Did I mention how incredibly angry everyone is?