#Homework Sets

[k12academics]

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[reality-detective]

Killary Clinton pocked over $80 million dollars that was supposed to go to Haiti after an earthquake in 2010 that devastated the country.

Don't forget there was also an incident tying her with Laura Silsby who was attempting to snuggle children illegally. This family is into some deep dark stuff and has been for a very long time, it goes back to when Billy was the governor of Arkansas where he was trafficking cocaine.

It's going to come out in the open now, even though the whole famn-damily has already been executed for their crimes. 🤔

[gunsatthaphan]

"let's go on a date."

[sevastiel]

since Stalkers old lair is abandoned, and Hunhow is ls close enough to look in the window, do you think its possible to give him a tv or something? or a game system?

Anon your brain is immense and deeply wrinkled.

Also, about that game Amir was working on...

I bet the drifter makes it a point to bring hunhow new games whenever he can, only to find that hunhow, the sentient machine who can exist in the weave and turn himself into code, has already started making his own. He still plays the ones the drifter brings him anyway, though.

Transcript below

D- "Hey Amir, can I have your help with something? Its game related."

A- "Sure, whats up?"

D- "Gist is this. Say you've got a sentient world terraforming space machine who helped you out a lot, but is on his own for most of the time. What game console and-slash-or games do you think he'd like?"

D- "Its a serious question! Don't look at me like that!"

Box text reads- "Hunhow and the Acolytes enjoyed Mario Cart 64 the best. Models/data were obviously edited"

Then, in the second one,

D- "So Hunhow had a couple of playtesting notes. Said he liked it a lot."

A- "Just a couple, huh..."

[eggwishing]

jasprose doing the dreamworks face is making me sick

[rookanisstuff]

Go read chapter 6 of I,carrion fic before I post this xoxoxo

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star fashion -> every carlos outfit

↳ 2.08

[tommygotwrittenoff]

hi. buddie would be so good at the almost kiss. like soft murmuring, fluttering eyelashes, heavy breathing, noses brushing together, hands grasping. but. oh no. someone's phone rang. guess we gotta kiss some other time

[discordiansamba]

okumura rin is an enigma.

it's not the first time yukio has met a nephilim- but most of the ones he's met have a lot thinner blood than rin has. based on his tail, teeth and ears, he would say that he has to be a second generation nephilim at the very least- because a first generation in this day in age would have drawn a lot more attention. he doubted one would be able to stay under the radar like he had for so long.

he says his human mother is dead.

he never mentions his father. yukio theorizes he doesn't know him- and he doesn't ask. he doesn't know anything about his biological parents either, much as he might want to- but at the same time, he's well aware how annoying the constant barrage of questions can be. rin doesn't seem to know what demon he's related to either, which makes enough sense, he supposes.

whoever she was, his mother must have once had some kind of connection to the order- she'd left him an odd variant on the cram school key. the preceptor cheerfully enrolls him in cram school and true cross academy- and then turns to him with a smile, as if he'd just remembered that he had no roommate. look after okumura-kun for me then, fujimoto-kun!

...so now yukio has a nephilim roommate.

rin's belongings amount to a large duffel bag stuffed full of clothing and a camper's backpack containing odds and ends. he quickly finds out that he and his mom rented fully furnished apartments- when they weren't living out of a tent in the woods or in a homeless encampment. he's clearly trying not to talk about his past, but he also can't seem to help let things slip.

and yukio thought his childhood was abnormal.

rin is also lazy- a slacker who has no interest in academics. even though the preceptor himself got him into cram school, he sleeps through a lot of his classes and doesn't seem interested in the course work in the slightest. he brushes off the homework yukio assigned him, and sometimes stays out late at night- honestly, it's starting to piss him off.

they get along like oil and water, he thinks.

(and yet, for some reason... there's something about living together with him that feels right. there's always been an empty space in yukio's life- at least, there is until rin shows up and naturally slots himself in there. it's... nice, yukio thinks.

...but rin still gets on his nerves.)

[woodswolf]

a tribute to my favorite post that came out of the pikposting phenomena from august to october of 2023, originally written by @olimar-posting. i have loved this post ever since i first read it and i still think of it very fondly. pure poetry

(Image IDs in alt)

[reality-detective]

Elon Musk has revealed that someone will be arrested tomorrow after DOGE uncovered a scheme involving stolen Social Security data.

The suspect illegally obtained 400,000 numbers and redirected payments meant for retired Americans.

They also sold identities, allowing others to exploit the system for financial gain.

Something to L👀K for and pay attention to who the source is. ALL of the "Lamestream" media won't be able to avoid NOT reporting the truth forever. 🤔

[cutiecorner]

>:(((

[missfiorear]

Ok, I was bored and drew the first thing that came to my mind 💀 I'm super autistic when it comes to Bloodborne and BSD, I'm totally obsessed, and I thought it was funny to draw the two things I like.

But I'm dying of embarrassment. Sorry for everything, now I'll writhe in my misery while I throw up.

Goodbye, I'm going to my kitchen to die.

[thebluestbluewords]

Dis-like-Dysentery

I have a lot of very specific headcanons about Auradon Prep, and one of them is the fact that Jay is both a Smart Guy, and also chronically incapable of turning in assignments on time. For. Reasons.

this might be about one of those reasons.

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Carlos looks up from his plate as Jay wanders over. “Dude, where were you? We started eating without you.” 

“Talking to a teacher. I submitted an assignment wrong, or something.” 

Carlos nods. He’s got a fork dangling from one hand, and there’s a leaf stuck in his hair. Sunlit from behind, Jay’s pretty sure that he’s the prettiest boy on this side of the barrier. “Oh, man. Was it Demorra? She’s super strict about the rules, especially for the online stuff. I could’ve helped you figure it out bro, you don’t have to get through her bureaucratic shit on your own.” 

Jay sets his tray down on the opposite side of the table. “Nah. It was Williams.” 

Carlos frowns. “The international lit teacher? Really?” 

They’ve been reading through Jay’s lit assignments together. Auradon expects them to type up all of their homework, so he’s been getting by with the hacked dictation program on his laptop and locking himself in the bathroom to read his essays out loud into the program with the minimum of background noise. 

There’s a peer writing tutor who does proofreading two nights a week for free, but Jay’s not gonna take his shitty essays in to her when he’s pretty sure he’ll just get laughed right back out of the student study room for the giant default font Carlos set on his computer. 

It doesn’t exactly make reading his own assignments easier, but it doesn’t make it worse either, so they’re calling it functional for now. Auradon Prep is all about “helping students embrace their unique academic talents”, so Carlos and Evie are both being pulled for more advanced classes, which is great for them, and terrible for Jay’s essays because it’s seriously starting to cut into their free time. 

That, and the trouble they’ve been getting up to after hours. 

The assistant gym teacher still hasn’t figured out who to blame for French braiding all the climbing ropes together. 

“She couldn’t read my handwriting.” 

“Fuck.” 

That’s about the shape of it. Handwritten assignments are few and far between, but Jay can’t bullshit his way through all of them. “Haha, yeah.” 

Carlos thunks his head down onto the table. “Ugh. Fuck. I can make you a handwriting font on the computer, but that’ll make in-class assignments worse if you can’t keep it up.” 

“Yup.” 

He sits up. There’s a dent on his forehead from pressing it into the table. “Eat.” 

“Not hungry,” Jay says as cheerfully as he can manage. It’s not gonna fool Carlos, but he’s not gonna show weakness in front of the royal rabble. “Anyway, we’re not going to the honor board. She’s willing to settle it with some sorta evaluation. Have you heard of dyslexia before?” 

Carlos blinks. “Dyslexia? No. I mean. It’s gotta be dis from like, disinterested, disintegrating, some sort of anti? Or else it’s dys from like, dysentery. Some sort of illness, maybe. Lex has gotta be from lexicon, lexicography. Something to do with either anti-words or a words illness? Does she think you’re sick of words?” 

Jay shrugs. “She said it’s why I’m bad at reading. Wants me to do an assessment so she can know what’s going on.” 

Carlos already has his phone out. He’s typing with one hand, the other one curled around his plate in a defensive hunch that’s almost casual. “Huh. How’s that going for her so far?” 

Jay snorts. “Fab. Nah, she didn’t do it yet. It’s a whole special test that she’s gotta send me down to the psych for.” 

“Can you reject it?” 

“If I wanna meet with the honor board and explain why I apparently have great handwriting, but only when they can’t see me do the assignments.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah. At least she was cool about it.” 

Carlos groans. “Your handwriting sucks, dude. You’re not sick of writing, you’re just— your handwriting sucks.” 

“Yeah, and my fucking reading comprehension. I—“ Jay cuts himself off abruptly as the shadow of more people falls across their lunch table. “Hey, guys.” 

Mal sets her lunch tray down on Jay’s left side, leaving Ben the spot on his right. Evie’s not eating with them today. They have other friends in theory, but between Doug’s science club buddies and Carlos’s general disinterest in socializing with other humans, they didn’t bother picking a table large enough for anyone else.  

“Sorry,” Ben apologizes, even as he’s nudging his shoulder against Jay’s. It’s nice not being the only tall one sometimes. “I couldn’t help overhearing.” 

Jay leans back into the contact. “We were talking out loud, dude. It happens. You got any hot tips for the stupid assessment I’ve gotta do later?” 

“Have you tried being better?” Mal suggests. “I find that cheating works great. I could find you a spell to let one of us borrow your hands for a few hours, and so long as you can tell us what you want to write, we can control the muscles and get better handwriting than your usual chicken scratch special.” 

“Hey.”

“Would that work if you can’t see the paper?” Ben asks curiously. 

Mal frowns. “No. Not unless I modify the spell to possess your eyes too.” 

Jay represses a shudder. “Thanks, but no thanks, M. I like my eyes in one piece.” 

Carlos is scrolling rapidly on his phone, hanging half-over the table in an attempt to get closer to the three of them. “Dude, dyslexia is a brain thing that affects how you process visual input of words— aw, shit.” 

Bad. That’s the bad-news tone. Jay’s heart drops traitorously into his stomach, which suddenly isn’t feeling the tater tots on his lunch tray. “What?” 

Carlos shakes his head. “Nothing too bad. Just, I think Williams is right. You’ve said you’re shit at reading fast cause the words all look the same, right? Like, you can’t scan to identify them, you’ve gotta sound each one out.” 

Jay smashes a tater tot with the side of his fork. The destruction doesn’t make his gut feel any better. It’s not that he’s mad, it’s just— he doesn’t want to do this. Analyzing his brain sucks. He did the whole week of required therapy that the student disciplinary council required after the stuff with Mal’s mom, and he’s so fucking done with Auradon grown-ups pretending to understand why his head’s fucked up. “Yeah, so?” 

Carlos waves the phone at him. “So that’s what this is. You’ve got a brain disorder.” 

“We can fix it, right?” 

He wiggles a hand back and forth. “Ehh. Kinda. There’s techniques to make it easier, but it’s sorta like— your brain is wired for AC power input, and words are DC. It’s a misalignment. We can make an adaptor, but we can’t rip out your brain wiring.” 

“I could,” Mal offers. “I love doing illegal magic.”

[constantly-deactivated]

Wow! What is Fear?

What does God say about Fear?

Fear NOT!!! 🤔

[triglycercule]

Thoughts on mtt

they should travel the multiverse together and see and experience a more peaceful life than all of them ever have (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

also they should get to gnaw at each other like rabies infected dogs 🧡🙏