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it’s impossible to find a big stick in the woods and not feel like a wizard

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phichit Chulanont & Katsuki Yuuri, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Phichit Chulanont, Vicchan (Yuri!!! on Ice), Celestino Cialdini, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Victor Nikiforov Additional Tags: Vicchan Lives, Phichit Chulanont is a Little Shit, Phichit Chulanont Is a Good Friend, Drunk Katsuki Yuuri, Twitter, Social Media Summary:

In which Yuuri gets drunk, calls Vicchan the best doggo, accidentally starts a viral Twitter war, and somewhere along the way also manages to catch the attention of Victor Nikiforov?

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“It starts, one night, with Phichit and Yuuri drunk off their asses. Well, Yuuri is drunk. Phichit is slightly buzzed but still sober enough to know that recording the video, let alone posting it, is a bad idea. He does both anyway. [video description: Yuuri is laying face-up on the hardwood floor of their shared apartment. He’s staring at the ceiling, blissfully unaware of Phichit filming. He sighs, a dreamy look on his face. Two hamsters are laying on his stomach, while a third chews inquisitively at his shirt collar. Yuuri absentmindedly pulls it away. ‘We don’t deserve dogs.’ He sits up abruptly, and the camera jolts as it struggles to keep his whole face in frame. The hamsters squeak indignantly and scrabble out of view. Yuuri peers blindly past the camera; he’s not wearing glasses. 'Did you hear me, Phi? We don’t deserve dogs.’”

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my gift for @jumpforjo​ as part of the gift exchange hosted by @kazul9​

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Nedzu Raising a Baby?... What?

Nedzu Raising A Baby?… What? by Passing Ghost Friend

Izuku is raised by Nezu after Inko died giving birth and dad couldn’t deal with him. Grows up with lots of pro heroes to call his family. Nedzu raises Izuku to be the most dangerous cute person you will ever deal with.

Words: 1700, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Nedzu, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Iida Tensei | Ingenium, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Shinsou Hitoshi

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Nedzu, Midoriya Izuku & Everyone, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Izuku is raised by Nedzu, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Child Abandonment, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor’s Bad Parenting

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/19381888

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방탄소년단 (BTS) (Jimin) - Lie

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I’ve repeatedly seen British people make fun of American food for apparently always being either “too sweet or too salty” but our cuisine is still pretty mild compared to a lot of other countries, and having repeatedly tried British food, I’m pretty sure the term you’re looking for is “having any flavor at all.”

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I absolutely LOVE people who pay with pennies!

Seriously. 4 years ago, I’m cashiering at a whacky mart on a register that holds all the smokes and alcohol. It’s 10pm and these two young men (early 20s) come up to the counter. They have three random novelty items (I don’t remember they were), but it was strange and unusual to get odd items this late at night. Maybe it was for some fraternity, I don’t know. It’s a college town so I get weird stuff from frats a lot. I scan the items and tell them their total is $22.xx.

Grinning at each other, they reach into their jackets and slam down two gallon zip-lock bags, full of only pennies. I stare them in the eye, but they didn’t even look back at me. Everyone else in line groan and went to other registers. These two kids knew what they were doing, but they didn’t know what they were in for because I prepared for this; I knew this was going to inevitably happen. I grinned with them, because I was gonna get paid during this. These pranksters are here for recreation. This convo occurs between Me, Ringleader (the other guy was silent and awkward), and a friendly coworker of mine.

Me: Is this $22.xx?

Ringleader: …

Me: Did you count it?

Ringleader: Nope.

Me: Are you going to?

Ringleader: Nope.

Me: Is it at least $22.xx?

Ringleader: Don’t know.

Me: Nice.

Coworker: Hey! You guys can use the self checkout. It can take all of your coins at once.

Me: Oh, don’t worry about it Cowor–

Ringleader: Nope, don’t trust them lady.  (Partner laughs)

Coworker: What? Why!?

Ringleader: Doesn’t count all your change right.

Coworker: I’ve used them before. It really works!

Me: (to Coworker) I got this.

I unpacked the ziplocks and threw all the pennies on the counter. It was a beautiful, massive shitstorm of a mess. And I digged in it. I was Frank in a dumpster in ‘It’s Always Sunny’. The two, still averting my gaze, start chuckling as if they were taking away my dignity. They whisper to each other “Dude oh my God,” “Dude yeah,” “Dude, hilarious.” I counted each penny, one by one. My coworker comes up to me.

Coworker: Guess I’ll help you count this.

Me: Don’t worry about it.

(She looks at me confused. Then she puts on her ‘get down to busy’ look.)

Coworker: I got your back.

Me: Oh…ok.

We worked up a system where we counted ten, put them in a pile, then with ten stacks of ten pennies we separated them, making $1 piles. We made progress slowly but surely. Some customers came to the line, but we advised them to get to another line. Some of them looked at us confused, but when they saw the counter full of pennies they understood. Some decided to wait, but when they realized it wasn’t going to take just a few minutes they took their leave. Another register in the liquor department opened so it wasn’t too bad for other customers. We get to about $12 (about 10min in) until I “knocked” over the piles.

Coworker: Neontonsil!

Me: Oops. Sorry.

(Coworker looks at my grin. I give her a wink and tilt my head, motioning her to leave)

Coworker: You know what, I think I better let you do this.

Me: Ha, alright.

(Coworker leaves. I look at the two guys. They are absolutely stunned at the fallen piles of pennies.)

Me: (To Ringleader) Yeah, I’m going to have to count all of this again.

Ringleader: ….Ok.

I started from zero. I count slower then ever, and made my way back up. The duo is entirely silent. I get to about $7, when suddenly I say:

Me: Drats. I lost count. I better start all over again.

Ringleader: Really?

Me: Oh yeah man.

Ringleader: Why!?

Me: I lost count, sir. I could be in trouble if my register doesn’t have the right amount of cash, and I don’t want to rip you off.

Ringleader: …

It’s about an hour later. My manager walks past, looks at me. I smile at him, and he looks at the counter. He walks away without a word. I eventually count all the change and surprisingly they had only $18!

Me: Hmm, I think that this is $18.

(The duo has been dead silent. They look done for the night.)

Me: I’ll recount it.

I fucking recounted it.

Me: I think this is actually $19.xx.

(Without a word, the Ringleader whips out a $5)

Me: Seriously? You had cash?

Ringleader: Needed to get rid of my change.

Me. No problem. I’ll just recount this again. I want to make perfectly sure that this is $19, since I counted $18 the first time.

Ringleader: Are you kidding me?

(I shake my head no, completely serious)

He takes out a $20 bill straight out of his pocket and throws it at me. My coworker gives the biggest WHAT THE FUCK face. Internally, I die as well, because they were smart enough to have a backup plan. And the fact that he was touching his cash in his pocket the entire time kinda messed with me. I take the cash, do the transaction, give him his change, thanked him and wished him a good night. The two start to put their pennies back in the ziplock bags and I didn’t help them at all. I watched them just as how they watched me. Lots of pennies dropped to the floor, but they didn’t care to pick them up. It looked like their souls were sucked out of them. It was past midnight and I clocked out way past when I was supposed to. A lot of my coworkers gave me a thumbs up or told me good night. Even my manager told me ‘good job,’ the only two words he ever said to me. Went to bed at the dorms after such a great petty penny night and crashed. Strange to say, but I’d love to count pennies again.

TL;DR I recounted 1900 pennies like 5 times. Was it 5 times? I better count again.

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Conflict in Literature

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A concept: mermaids in wheelchairs

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God fucking bless the “worried well” who seek psychotherapy. They can mostly keep their lives/jobs/families running, but want an increase in their mood or quality of life, and come to me for a tune-up. They talk about existential questions and childhood dreams and personal fulfillment, and worry that they’re “whining” or “taking up [my] valuable time.”

I like them for them, of course; I find their lives and worries interesting and valuable, and enjoy the work we do together. But also?

They make the more “serious” work I do possible. People with the greatest need for therapy are frequently the least able to pay for it. When one of my clients loses their job and benefits, they need therapy more, not less. And in private practice I can only afford to keep treating them for free if I have enough people on my caseload who are paying me full price. My ability to volunteer at a homeless shelter and talk to them about grief and trauma is strongly dictated by how many upper-middle-class people pay me $200 an hour to talk about optimal job performance.

And emotionally, it is an honest fucking joy sometimes to get out of a session with someone whose childhood abuse makes their entire life difficult, and spend an hour talking to one of my worried writer clients about anxiety management and creativity and nothing too deeply painful.

So if you’ve ever paid a therapist but felt self-indulgent or whiny or like your problems “weren’t serious enough”: please know you’re valuable and important. Not just for yourself (though you are), but because your presence in that therapy room makes a lot of other things possible.

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Forever21 selling a design that ^^this young woman created without her permission. 

REBLOG this yall. 

Exportation of blacks design… #Racism

Also make sure that you buy the real shirt at https://word.agency/shop/

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also tell him that i love him and that he will always be my favorite

if we get dna teaser 2 today tell seokjin to bring flowers to my grave

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no fucking way

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I been thinking about this video all day

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I feel bad for making this because Strauss is Austrian.

[McCree] [Genji] [Mei] [Mercy] [Lúcio] [Widowmaker] [Torbjörn] [Zarya] [Pharah] [Reinhardt]

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You cannot tell me she didn’t do this in college...

[McCree] [Genji] [Mei] [Mercy] [Lúcio] [Widowmaker] [Torbjörn] [Zarya] [Pharah] [Reinhardt]