#or pay tuition

[forrrrrrrest]

why is picking a major so hard? i’m between math and electrical/computer engineering, and I could do all three, but i would spend an extra year in college witch i’m not trying to do, but also I can’t pick. really it just comes down to do I want to do math and have fun but don’t know what my job will be, or engineering and have less fun but definitely have a job. I have no clue.

[shotmrmiller]

single dad simon not knowing how to be a dad. not his thing. doesn't get it. hand him a gun and he can take it apart and put it back together in his sleep. but a diaper? formula? baby food??? knows next to nothing.

so you see him, miserable old man with sunken dark eyes, hunched shoulders and a screaming baby at his doorstep with groceries in his hand and decide to help. (besides, you're also suffering with a lack of proper sleep)

he's not a good dad but he's a protective one. he's at your throat in an instant, baby in arm almost behind his back, ready to sink his teeth into your jugular. you squeak out that you're a part time babysitter. you can help. you've got the most experience with babies her age.

you keep your eyes on him, tired eyes now sharp as flint. it's scary how quickly he'd moved. footsteps barely a whisper. his breath chills your skin.

threatens you with your life if so much as a hair on her head is hurt. he must be really tired if he's willing to accept help being this defensive.

you take the chunky babe and bounce her as he opens the door to his flat. you don't dislike kids but you're not their biggest fan either. babysitting is just a means to an end. easy money that goes toward your tuition.

simon, you come to learn, doesn't care. he thinks you're the missing parent. he doesn't ask you if you can help watch over the child. simply knocks on your door and hands her to you with the diaper bag. mutters that he'll be back and with food.

he helps himself to your couch when you tell him that the baby is asleep. takes off his shoes and is snoring in seconds. simon also doesn't help the rumors going around the building. "a terrible parent, you are. how could you abandon your baby and husband? he's been struggling for months!"

simon leaves you sputtering when he tells them to stop talking about his missus like that or he'll kill them in their sleep. burp the baby, pet, or she'll keep us up all night.

at least he pays well :/

(if you go out for a friends night, which he will drop you off so stop talking about uber, he's telling you to go say goodbye to our baby who happens to be asleep in her crib and if you're wearing a short little number he's gonna watch you bend over to kiss her fat little cheek before he takes you to the bathroom to eat it from the back and is sending you to his car with trembling legs and a slap to your arse. don't look so tasty next time idk)

[bbb-bbbbbbb]

reveal of my gordon hlvrai costume project, now that about half of it is done! this is cardstock and glue and tape and more glue and paint and velcro. and 2 gloves (one hand-sewn)

i got started sometime in early-mid fall, but i committed to making it work with cardstock in january- it was originally meant to be a sizing test before construction with eva foam over the summer. then i realized how expensive thatd be, too much pressure for a form of craft ive never practiced. im pretty amazed with how its come together, even with the large seams! during that whole time when it was unpainted (started painting two weeks ago) there was no way to tell

[house-in-country]

Decided to rewatch "Dragons: Race to the Edge", and this image has been haunting my mind ever since Hiccup refered to the dragon riders as "gang" for the first time.

Now shall it live in your heads rent free for the rest of eternity.

[tojisun]

[head in my hands] i think that older bf! simon gets off at how dependent you are on him. that every waking hour, you seek him out. it makes him thrum with something sinister; his heart heady with something dark.

you don't even notice—that's the best thing.

it was just natural for you to come to him, curling to his side like being beside him alone gives you the courage you need or grants you the peace of your mind.

he pushes your hair away from your face and you turn to him with a shy little smile, cheeks round and lips twitching. you don't ask him but he gives it to you anyway—a kiss on your forehead, because you're his precious love.

so good for him. so needy.

simon adores it. he adores the way you can't live without him; how you've made it so you two would be inseparable. he is your rock, you are his lifeline. sure, you don't know just how deep his greed runs—murky waters, blood dripping from the corners of his lips—but it's not like you had to know, anyway.

all you had to do was to stay close, for him to spoil and cherish. for him to love.

"y'need me so much, don't you doll?" simon asks, crooned words pressed on your fever-hot skin. "can't think without me. can't live without me. such a darlin', y'are."

you keen, breathless, unable to speak past warbled gasps. you feel the slow stretch of his cock as you rise, the glide torturous, hitting every of your sensitive spots, before you sink back down again, stuffed whole, his cockhead breaching into depths you never knew was even possible.

too mu'—!

simon's hands move, jostling you from where you are on his lap. they hook on your waist, dimpling your skin as they sink into your fat. it makes him groan, seeing how full you are against him. how full you are of him. seeing your softness, your tenderness, immortalized in his hold like this—weeping, leaking, cunt gushing—makes him whimper, mind splintering at the overwhelming pleasure.

not enough. s'not enough.

(simon doesn't realize how needy he is of you too.)

[blueskittlesart]

hey has anyone tried to buy a covid test lately. because i just had to buy one for a friend at my local walgreens and the cashier very seriously asked me if i was sure i wanted it because. a 2-pack of tests currently costs $23.99. do we not think that it's a little insane that the only reliable diagnostic tool for a very much ongoing pandemic costs over $20 for a single package. what if I didn't have that kind of money to burn??? Especially if you're already facing potentially losing at least a weeks worth of pay if you DO test positive and can't work. How many people are going to see that price point and decide they can't justify the expense??? literally insane. remember that brief moment of sanity this country had when we all got these for free

[littlefankingdom]

If I see one more post painting Batman as the violent one that beat up poor people and Red Hood as the one stopping him, I'm going to lose it, I swear. Like, Jason kills people, he is the most violent one of the two just for doing that, but also, CANONICALLY, Bruce gives second chances to people, giving jobs in his company to ex-felons, will take off the mask if he recognizes people who are doing crimes as people WE is financially helping to go ask them as Bruce if they need more money, helps people who did crimes because they needed money to survive... I'm tired of y'all erasing Bruce's character to uplift Jason.

[hahahafangirl]

WBK 180 Analysis -- Sakura's crisis of motivations?

(TLDR is basically the 3-points list. I have so much to say.) I may also edit this posts later to link textual evidences -- for now, trust-me-bro.png

It's very interesting to see the main character of a shounen to be in a crisis of motivation the way Sakura is right now (this early on at least)... We have seen from the conclusion of the previous arc that Sakura is not quite sure of his original goal anymore, but maybe the upcoming chapters will elucidate on why.

It is quite obvious that seeing how Umemiya is as a person has fundamentally shocked and challenged Sakura’s conception of what a “leader” and especially that of Bofurin should be like. But, I'm quite surprised that the Togame, Endo, and Ume v. Takiishi fights are now playing into Sakura's anxiety too.

So, I have 3 hypothesis/observations on this:

1) Sakura is questioning his strength as a fighter 2) Sakura is re-evaluating what he wants to be a leader for 3) Sakura is understanding the weight of becoming a leader, a symbol, a figurehead — the weight of invincibility.

Let's start consequentially:

Sakura has not (yet) to technically win against his major opponents.

An interesting detail (that I very much love, btw) on how Sakura had won against physically/technically stronger opponents (Togame and Endo) thus far is that he did not overwhelm them physically, but rather by his conviction and “conversation” with them, as Umemiya enlightened him. This is also primarily the way Ume fought, against both Chouji and Takiishi, although Ume's fights are more verbally/obvious than Sakura's. Sakura’s “conversations” to Togame and Endou were deeply internal, where his conviction and ferocity invites his opponent to examine their reasons to fight; meanwhile, Umemiya verbally talks to his opponents.

[DIGRESSION ON UMEMIYA'S VERSUS SAKURA'S FIGHTS]

Going deep into a segue here, but there is a reason why Ume and Sakura has their own opponents. It has never been a matching of strength, but rather who is best to have a conversation with whom. Sakura’s ferocity was what Togame and Endo need to be taken aback by and self-examine their motivations— they’re deeply, consciously thoughtful people that they must be forced to confront themselves. Chouji and Takiishi are very instinctive fighters and don’t think too deeply (comparatively) — therefore having troubles understanding why they’re unhappy. They need an eloquent speaker like Umemiya to “guide” them through. Ume is not going to be helpful talking at introspective people like Togame and Endo; Sakura is not going to know what to say to Chouji or Takiishi.

In a story deeply concerned with how to connect to other people and intentionally, meaningfully build a community, we have seen again and again that the physical fight is not the point, but rather the medium of connections. Similar to how Nirei was best suited to help Sugishita, or Sakura's understanding of domestic violence (neglect, should we want to be precise) makes him most suited to understand Akari, Sakura and Umemiya's styles has its suitable audience. Maybe I'll do a more detailed post on this at some point...

[END OF DIGRESSION]

Nonetheless, we see that Umemiya, Chouji, Takiishi, Togame, and Endo are, objectively, several leagues better than Sakura as a fighter. This makes sense: they’re third years, figuratively the “goal post”, while Sakura is a starting-MC going on a journey of growth. So I think Sakura thinking back about those fights may be a sign that he's questioning his strength, or at least be ready to understand deeper why he has won despite the skill differences. All in all, it might be the time we see Togame or Ume or someone spells out to Sakura his strength and how he win— thus informing our dear MC of how he could grow to be a leader and a fighter (both physically and mentally— as he has been doing)

2) Sakura still does not know why he wants to lead Bofurin

At least for now, it seems natural to me that the story will conclude with Sakura becoming Bofurin's leader (take this with a grain of salt-- I thought Karasuno was going to win the Spring tourney too). However, we saw that Sakura has already understood that the reason he wanted to be the topdog for is no longer valid. In fact, Sakura wanted to be the strongest purely for the sake of being so-- in his conscious thoughts at least; it's clear now that subconsciously, what he wanted is acceptance and recognition for who he is rather than what he seems.

When he asked Kaji what the latter wants to do as a leader; when he sees Umemiya as an invincible pillar of strength by necessity, Sakura already begins to understand that a meaningful leadership needs a "goal". For Umemiya, it is unifying Bofurin to protect the town. Sugishita has a clear goal of maintaining this community that they will inherit. Sakura is not quite sure what he wanted yet-- maybe the next chapter will tell us (the goal of being connected to the larger communities seem nice enough; Sakura has already demonstrated his efficacy in this aspect by soliciting help for their big fight); or maybe not yet. Maybe Sakura will need to step back from this grander goal to figure out what he wants to do as a leader. He has plenty of time still to think about it; it's barely the first ~3 months of school :)

3) The weight of invincibility

Coming back to point 1), we see that Umemiya is not only deeply emotionally intelligent to be able to fight who he fought, he is also an overwhelmingly impressive fighters. He is basically now the strongest in Bofurin history by winning over Takiishi. Sakura's crisis during the Endo fight has opened his eye to the fact that Umemiya not only is currently invincible, he must be invincible as the last bastion of Bofurin in every crisis -- the invincibility comes from Umemiya's conviction as a leader itself. It serves both literal (physical strength) and symbolic (leadership, and Bofurin itself) function in the narrative. Sakura understood the symbolic part; now, he might be feeling the weight of bringing it to literal reality.

And that is a scary thing to strives for! Sakura was psychologically and physically overwhelmed by Endo -- this is the fight that Sakura actually experienced his own loss in -- and has to come back to his symbolic invincibility to bring the narrative to its appropriate end (I will have a segue on this point later; maybe even a separate post). Seeing -- and, following Endo's words, immerse yourself in -- the spectacular brutality that was Ume v. Takiishi really, really drives home the literal pressure of the job. This may means Sakura must gets to a point where he can withstand Endo's sort of psychological attacks, along with the physical strength discussed earlier. And, hell, I would not be surprised if Sakura has to confront the psychological damage Endo did on him-- which revealed his still deep-set anxiety of rejection, along with the newly-added anxiety of weighing people down (typical of someone who just learns to live with, and rely on, other people), etc etc. All necessary character development, and a real, huge, overwhelming mental growing-pain.

So, all in all, natural that Sakura might get cold feet now. Again, still a lot of time to work through it :) WBK's story is not only about community building but also how to truly connect with and embed yourself in that community (the first step to truly build and connect said community). It is a problem that begins during teenage years, and continue waaaay beyond-- and it is all, very compassionately, communicated through Sakura's struggle. Of course he is getting some snags now after a very upsetting conflict, which can prove to be productive, if Sakura (and everyone else can help him) uses it to grow.

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[rabbitown]

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[bodyhorror-bimbo]

I moved for college a year ago with like 35,000 dollars saved up. I now have around 7,000… living in California is expensive. And though I’m not extravagant, I am periodically reckless with small purchases. Plus I wasn’t able to get a part time job until January. And I couldn’t get one for this summer.

But that’s life.

I’m gonna have to work a lot more next semester…. Yep.

Just. One more year. I can get through. Ugh.

[tojisun]

!! suggestive (and mini smut) - minors dni; bimbo (fem)!reader has simon wrapped around her pinky (we luv to see it!); the squad’s here too; hinted age difference (30s v. 20s)

when they ask him where you two met, simon always tries his best to tamp down the smile threatening to grace his lips before clearing his throat and answering, "in the ER."

the questions that follow are always repetitive: 'what, why?', 'what happened?', 'how did things even go from there?' the last one is often paraphrased into some other versions, but the sentiment remains – people always get surprised, reduced into awkward stumbling because how could you even segue into a romantic relationship from having met in the ER?

well, simon thinks, it's actually quite fucking simple.

it was three in the morning and simon was in the lobby, waiting to be called in, when he saw you walk in: you clutched your broken heeled shoes in your hands, your beautiful legs were bearing injuries and cuts, and your hair was a wild mess. then, you ambled towards a baffled triage nurse.

"hi!" simon recalls your melodic voice echo, sounding too hyper even when you looked all banged up. "can i use y'r restroom? we got kicked outta the club."

simon was so focused on you that he didn't even notice the pack of girls following behind you, all of them looking just as haggard and bruised up. one of your friends was actually worryingly injured, so it’s no shock when the nurse rushed towards her, slightly panicked and confused before steering your friend away, leaving you there in the lobby.

then, you turned around, frowning at having been ignored, and it gave simon the best vantage point of finally seeing your face. he swears his heart stuttered in his chest, his lungs constricting, because holy shit, you are beautiful.

"then the rest is history," simon ends, pulling you close to him. any closer and you would have ended on his lap – something he preferred, anyway – but johnny continues to stare at the two of you with a slack jaw, his eyes almost bulging out in confusion so simon tries to keep it civil.

you giggle, and simon watches as the rest of the squad snap their eyes on you, as though expecting you to grace them with a better explanation. but simon knows that you probably don't even know what's going on, having been busy tapping away on your phone, your acrylics making distinct clacks as they hit the screen.

"i love the history channel," you singsong, batting your eyelashes as you give them a dimpled smile. "simmy-" simon almost coos at the nickname you gave him, "and i looove watching the penguins."

simon presses a kiss on the top of your head, ignoring the bewildered looks his squad is shooting him.

"that's the 'animal planet', love. not the history channel," simon corrects gently, rubbing his hand down your side.

"oh!" you say, unbothered by your mistake. "okay!"

and that was that.

"what the fuck," simon hears johnny wheeze out only to up making choking noises when kyle elbows him. simon ignores them, choosing to watch as you turn back to your phone, mass-retweeting a series of post made by the magazine catalogue that you've been following.

cute.

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"fuck," simon hisses, feeling the sharp edge of the kitchen knife slicing through the first layer of his skin. he watches the blood bead, trickling down his finger, and simon wipes it before it can stain the pristine green – "sage!" you tutted to him once – countertops.

"si?" you ask, padding towards the kitchen at the clamour. he feels you press yourself to his side, your perky tits nuzzling his robust muscles. "what's goin- y'r bleeding!"

he grunts, frowning at himself for having made you worry. he moves to reassure you that he's okay, but you're already tugging him out of the kitchen, your smaller hand wrapped around his thicker wrist.

god, he loves seeing the size difference.

you're wearing his military shirt, the material sliding down your body beautifully, before pooling just above your perky ass. simon unabashedly stares at the way your ass jiggles – hidden underneath the tiniest booty shorts he knows you own – his throat bone dry and his sweats filling up all of a sudden.

he barely realizes that you two are in the bathroom until you're steering him towards the edge of the bathtub before twisting to fish the emergency kit from the floor cabinets. simon almost groans at the perfect shape that your ass makes when you bend over, feeling himself throb with raging desire.

you pull out a pink emergency kit and skitter towards him again, slotting yourself between his spread legs. simon raises his hand – the uninjured one – to grasp at your waist, sliding it down to your hips, before giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"it's nothin' fatal, sweet'art," simon mumbles, thumbing your hipbone as he tries to comfort you.

you're still pouting at him when you say, "sure, i guess. but lemme help you?"

and who is simon to say no to that?

"of course, love."

he lets out a quiet chuckle when you press your glossed lips on his forehead, unbothered even when your lips leave a sticky stamp on his skin.

he watches you disinfect his wound with a strawberry-scented sanitizer before wrapping a pink adhesive bandage around it. his worries about having his open wound disinfected by a glittery sanitizer fade away when you picked his hand up to place a kiss on his now-bandaged finger.

glitter-induced infections no longer matter. not when simon's getting nursed to full health by such a pretty girl.

he licks the back of his teeth, clenching his jaw, and thinks, you deserve a reward, don't you, sweetness?

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johnny blanches when he sees the bandage around simon's finger. "LT, what in fuck's name is that?"

his loud voice snags the attention of garrick and their captain who ambled their way towards him upon hearing the commotion. garrick chokes on nothing when he sees the pink bandage that simon's sporting.

"bandage," simon replies, pride heavy in his voice. "from my girl."

johnny whirls and shoots a pointed look towards kyle and john. kyle is the one who breaks the silence.

"…are they safe for use?"

"what's the cat even bandaging?" johnny adds.

simon huffs, flicking his finger up to give the squad a better view. "firstly, this is 'hello kitty'. secondly, you questionin' my girl’s ability to care for me?"

john coughs, looking away, kyle arches a brow at him like the answer should be obvious, and johnny gulps loudly, before mumbling, "...yes."

simon sniffs, unable to blame them. "yeah, well, don't."

the squad is still quiet. waiting.

simon finally gives in and replies, "i checked. they're safe for use."

he rolls his eyes at their dramatic sigh.

"that's good to hear," john says before clapping his hands together once, urging them to disperse.

simon grumbles all the way back to his room.

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simon loves his pretty, dumb girlfriend to death.

he loves seeing you dolled up – skimpy dresses made of silk material paired with heels that could honestly stab someone to death. he also loves seeing you in nothing but his ratty jumpers – loose black sweaters stopping just after your crotch and the sleeves falling past your fingers.

but nothing tops seeing you naked and crying for him.

nothing could ever top this – your legs folded close to your chest, your ankles hooked on his shoulders, your pretty make up running as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes and flood your cheeks.

he thrusts his fingers in your cunt again, breathless when it punches out another slick gush of your squirt, drenching you two even more. you squeal, body locking, your hips lifting from the bed. simon has to press down on your belly to keep you stable.

"siii!" you cry out, thrashing on his hold, but simon just kisses your leg as he continues to fuck his fingers in you.

"shh," simon murmurs, feeling so choked up at the sight you make. "one more for me, yeah?"

you moan out a reply, a garbled mixture of 'yes' and his name, before wrapping your hands around his arms, your acrylics digging into his skin. simon doesn't even register the pain, still too caught up at fingering you to feel the way you're clawing him.

still too caught up at how perfect you are for him.

(later, when he checks the mirror and sees the angry red welts, simon purrs at the sight of them. because simon loves being marked by you, doesn't matter how, as long as he has bearings of your pleasure. pleasure he gave you.)

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simon receives a video message from you. it’s nothing long or conspicuous, but simon still chokes when he finally gets to watch it.

because in the video, you’re wearing simon’s old varsity shirt on top of your university cheer uniform.

“look!” you chirp, twirling for him. “found this in the closet!”

simon slams his captain’s door open and demands a vacation leave.

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the lieutenant has a new tattoo and johnny doesn't know what the actual shit it's supposed to be.

it looks like a wriggly blob of a... cloud? a cotton ball? candy floss?

it was still a somewhat fresh tattoo so simon never truly shows it off – johnny doesn't even know if it's worthy of being shown off – until one night at a bar, simon rolls up the sleeves of his jumper and leans to the squad to point at the blob.

"lookit," he slurs, tipsy and just a touch giddy.

finally, johnny cheers to himself before reaching forward to poke just beside the scribble.

"what's it?"

"mittens," their lieutenant croons, smiling down at his skin like a weirdo.

johnny has seen enough mittens to know that whatever that fucking squiggle is isn't mittens.

"uhm," kyle says, thankfully thinking along the same lines as johnny. "is it?"

"yeah," simon says wistfully, drunken in a lovesick way. "s'my girl's cat. she drew it f'r me."

oh. well, fuck. now that's just too cute.

wait.

"that's a drawing of a cat?" johnny rasps out, choking on his spit before turning to study the tattoo again.

it's still a fucking blob.

christ.

[twinsunstars]

my little son

[wuntrum]

officially starting my new job on the 16th :) trying to make 2025 about routinemaxxing

[aliusfrater]

if i had money id be commissioning naked images of sam winchester. FLACCID.