#100 lbs to go

[bigmammallama5]

My parents bought their 4 bed 3.5 bath house 32 years ago for $145,000 (originally $200,000). This summer a similar house a block away (similar age, 4 bed 3.5 bath, slightly smaller lot) went up for $800,000. It's since been reduced to $650,000 and they put some more work into it, but it's still on the market. I know interest and investment and overall cost of living raise prices, but that just seems like highway robbery to me.

[leafsleafsleafsstuff]

100 for MITCHY!!!!

[lastoneout]

Also I'm like, extra fucking mad at my rheumatologist now because yesterday I went to an art gallery thing with my family for my birthday and I brought my shitty medical wheelchair bcs I knew it would be a lot of walking and standing, and because I did that I was then able to go to the pharmacy, grocery store, AND to pick up dinner that afternoon without being in pain OR using any of my mobility aids. If I'd not brought the wheelchair and had to walk I would have probably only had enough energy after to go to the store, if that, and I absolutely would have needed my walker and knee brace the entire time to do it.

Fuck your "it's going to limit your mobility" horseshit. I did more pain-free walking yesterday than I have in months and it was because I had a wheelchair for the hardest part. It literally helped me get MORE exercise, helped me do MORE walking. Limiting my mobility my ass I was actually able to live my life this weekend. I fucking hate my doctors so much.

[stars-obsession-pit]

BNHA - Miraculous Ladybug crossover prompt

Quirks exist, but the plot of ML doesn’t change too much at first despite that. The divergences mainly start when Ladybug and Chat Noir manage to take down Hawkmoth. They successfully reclaim the Butterfly Miraculous, but lose track of the Peacock in the chaotic aftermath.

A bit later, they manage to pick up on its trail again. It’s made its way over to Japan and into the hands of a powerful, well-established supervillain. Information on said villain is scarce, but they are reasonably confident that he’s the individual known as All For One.

They mainly recognized the Peacock’s power from how he’s using it to bolster his forces (either alongside the nomu or potentially as part of the process of creating them). However, unbeknownst to them, he’s also using it to experiment with trying to create entirely new Quirks for himself to use.

Thus, Marinette and Adrien must set off to Japan to once again reclaim a stolen Miraculous from a power-granting supervillain, though this time one with a very different setup…

[greensaplinggrace]

i hate this! i hate that martin was the one that interviewed someone who wanted money like if my bitch jonathan had been here he would have let the silence trail off awkwardly until the witness left without a single fucking drop of his goodwill, he would NOT have shelled out his own personal cash for some rando

[theskytraveler]

[tiger-balm]

stevie is literally the sweetest EVER

[fifteenloove]

btw it was obvious that with clay carlos would've returned to his winning ways😭😭 people who were saying he was washed were sooooo unserious.

[3416]

can i PLEASE get a mitch point in the third. please.

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

death taxes lorena wiebes

[arowizards]

when brennan said hundreds of needle-sharp transparent teeth he did that for alex ward and ME. <3

[captainkurosolaire]

Unsheathe, Heart

Abscission cascaded cherry-blossoms dropping onto piles; translating change, twinkles of stars; wishes of hope shot through enchanted lavender-night skies. A resonator soul was undergoing, these stories. An unlikely-dark figure cloaked of shadow, clutched a helpless flower remaining stalwart in fetal position, blows suffering in defense. Ire disappoint encompass the feature of an Eastern Handler. His Blade served dysfunctional, flawed, it wouldn't slice in the direction appointed any-longer. All because of a woman who interfered with its cruel-temperament.

Another violent penalty-kick unleashed to punish insubordination, sending the compromised once-formidable, Death-Dealer on his back, only further fury surfaced from the Don, revelation's showed leather-gloves clasping delicately a Sakurasou willing to give life for it, forsake steel to wield that?!!' Intolerable... Blasphemy! Jewelry digit's of wealth, reached and grasped a hilt-blade, time for execution...

Unconfined-steel slid outside its cover. The Esteemed One, uttered his grievances, "I your Maker, failed. As-such, I'll dismantle that worthless dishonored stain you've come to become!!!" Plunging an attempted horizontal strike for impaling the prone, Seeker. Sole-boots of the feline, still managing his fight intersected pausing the steel-between feet, preventing his death for a momentarily-time, only glancing strands of raven-locks befell; rolling off dexterously his shoulders, to a kip-up. Spitting a loose tooth towards his aggressor. Golden-star-orbs enclosed-in those of Ancient heritage... Truesight, reigned. The Don's relentless attack followed, but this pest continued dodges until they reached a wall. In a quick-turn of his movement, he'd stuff the flower's stem between his mouth, romantically; death in life were one-of-body. Then springboard-kick off the wall, landing behind his enemy. A deathly-slash vertically attempted to cleave cat-folk's head from shoulder, those pesky-eyes, foresaw! Rozan the Star, felt sharpness ache throughout himself but his trained-experience plunged it down, utilizing that ability, gravely could-be costly. He tucked and leaped a headbutt to the jaw of his Handler came, in that disruption. Honzo knew too well, danger of being too close against this level-of-assassin. Wind of death on his nape, he leapt back fearfully. The Lion Shadow revealed his intentions to have these motion's play-out, controlling the battle. Fetching with agility his discarded Uchigatana. Both men knew the next strike; would be the other's fatal departure. ...There's a moment, An Instance... When a depleted, beaten-spirit can utilize a legendary stance... If the conditions are met, dire. Divergence of soul's twisted corridors are realigned. Selected individual's who acquire this of our Realm... Historically analog throughout fabled-legends. God-slayers, Proven mythical rulers, They. Slice. Destiny. This Flower... This Breathe... Her... Broke-throughout his remaining conscious, into a singular flush.. Serenity.

Both took sword-stance. Eyes closed, feet prepared their flight.

[Limit-Break] <"Thousand Shadow-Petals; Sing!"> Written to soul-engraving Hingashi lettering, fate was slashed. The opposing men, were now across each in an instant. As if Light itself, sound, was erased. The Sun Shadow dropped to a knee seemingly defeated. Yet drew his sword-back to embroidered scabbard. Don Honzo, Manufacturer of Black Miracles hues watered, "Ninety-Eight Shadows will hear this..." "...Peace was just a w-wish." Coherently was allowed to say his omen-prophecy, before a thousand-miniature slices, cuts, revealed from the invisible, rupturing through his body in a torrent. A magnificent brutal-display, slain by grim-petals. True Power is when weak and strong; kiss. Wielding the magenta flower betwixt fingers. Time to report this contract, fulfilled.

[Prev:Chapter]: I Blade - Choose ~ ♪"If We Being Real"♪

[bunnymcfoo]

Brighter days are coming eventually my friends. Focus on the joy we're getting from the Barracuda for the time being, and remember that a wise man (or at least a pithy one) once said:

[ppjeterka]

the vibes in rogers place are lowkey electric

[motherhenna]

So today was my first day teaching an after school elective theater class (10+ 2nd 3rd 4th grade girls) and holy shit y'all I have even more respect for teachers now than ever before because that was BRUTAL lmao it was like they could smell my fear and knew they could trample all over me. Maybe my viewpoint is skewed, seeing as I was a really meek, easygoing kid at that age, but I can't fathom just...blatantly ignoring the teacher when they tell you not to do something. I get theater is a bit more loosey goosey but damn I can't imagine treating any of my past theater teachers (or any adult for that matter) with such disregard. Hoping that they were just crazy because it was their first day back at school after summer break and they'll mellow out a tiny bit by next week.

There were two super sweet and responsible 4th graders that I'm probably going to have to lean on to get through to some of their classmates. Like appoint them "team leaders" or whatever.

Either way, no more Ms. Pushover next Wednesday--Miss Helen is gonna lay down the fucking LAW lol I'm going to print out a set of class rules and expectations and have the kids repeat them back to me, and I may invest in a fucking whistle to cut through how loud they can get. If any of y'all have a background in teaching or otherwise dealing with large groups of children, feel free to drop any tips or suggestions you might have to get a handle on a rowdy crowd of munchkins and gremlins without yelling or being overly strict.

[3416]

sorry but i actually think leafs beating better teams and losing to worse teams is. fine. and way better than the opposite 😭🫡