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perikrone · 1 year

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"what you don't understand is that it's not like they have that much money liquid, they actually can't spend..."

i'm gonna stop you there, so what you're saying is that the money isn't actually real it's just an imaginary proxy for the amount of power they can wield exclusively for the purposes of immiserating us all

#eat the rich #billionaires shouldn't exist #guillotines #anarchism #money isn't real #fake economy #destroy capitalism #anti capitalism #thankfully i don't have many of this kind of neoliberal in my life #but it happens every time i try and talk about this shit online

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sticks-stones-roots-bones · 2 years

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With everything in this country rapidly going to shit, the real estate market is going to plummet soon.

Banks'll be handing out mortgages like they're Oprah. In a nutshell, this happens when the economic system is crashing and property value diminishes to a fraction of what it was previously worth. In these times, banks need those loans to lock in consistent cash flow from capable consumers to help stay afloat until the economic situation improves.

Moral of the story;

The entire country has to be in literal turmoil, crumbling at it's very foundation, for millennials to even have the opportunity to think about buying a house.

What a time to be alive, folks.

#millennial rage #i mean but my credit score is 790 #credit scores aren't real #money isn't real #but i'm gonna buy a house tho #look if you had one shot or one opportunity #eminem mic drop #but this is still fucked tho #gay rage #also

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dvdregionseven · 4 months

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The most boomer thing about me? Every time I do online banking I freak out a little. What if the numbers get stuck somewhere? I am trusting electricity with the vague concept of fiat currency? How is this a transaction? What if a rogue electron bit flips a server and now I'm a money crimer? Do I have to move to Belize now?

Anyway, phone bill's paid.

#blog #journal #money isn't real #but I'm still scared of it

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wilteddreamsofbaldursgate · 2 months

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Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold.

It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much.

And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no…

The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.

They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands.

There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough!

And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways.

So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children—some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten.

And maybe they are, especially Astarion.

But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.

When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters.

Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns.

They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…

That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time.

Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal.

No, those people know nothing at all...

“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.

The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable.

Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort.

By now, he knows every step of this game.

“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”

Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav.

Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late.

“Want apple!”

Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier.

“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?”

The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress.

She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.

Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.

“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…

The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls.

Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day.

Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it.

But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.

Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her.

The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed.

He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.

“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.

Astarion pauses.

He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore.

By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.

And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe.

He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever.

Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet.

He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family.

These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.

He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.

It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him.

Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.

And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it.

“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head.

When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.

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notbecauseofvictories · 2 months

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Just wanted to say you kinda opened my eyes with your post about public transit a month ago. I am deathly afraid of public transportation. I guess seeing all the news and videos of horrible things happening on buses and subways made me ignorant of the fact that it’s just people. It’s just people. And that’s awesome. I’m gonna go ride a bus and thank the driver

I would never claim that nothing terrible happens on the bus---I've read those news stories too, to deny that it's possible would be flatly incorrect. Even in just my personal experience, there are dismissive, rude or belligerent people everywhere. People smell...different, especially when everyone is sweating through their winter coat, and unfortunately we can't convince certain members of the human race to buy some damn headphones. Still, I've been living in Chicago since 2010 and have never owned a car; I take a lot of buses and ride in a lot of taxis, I've biked from River North to Edgewater, taken the El from O'Hare down to Woodlawn, and ridden the Metra to the surburbs, to other states.

And I love public transit. I write about how much I love it with an almost unwell frequency---how it's a vehicle for grace, how the people who work there can be delightful, that it brings you into contact with people you wouldn't ordinarily meet. I still think about this article from Chicago magazine, where CTA workers were interviewed to talk about the highs, lows, and general insanity of the job. To recount every person I've had an unexpected conversation with, or shared a meaningful glance, or just admired from a distance as they gave up their seat, would take more time than any of us have.

Ultimately, everyone has to make their way through the world. When you realize that that's all people are really doing on the bus---or the train, or the subway, or the streetcar, or whatever other public transit is available to you---the idea of sitting alongside them doesn't seem so monumental. Everyone there just wants to get where they're going, and maybe arrive a little better than when they left.

#it's funny because I know almost nothing about transit and have no interest in learning #but I love it. LOVE it. if I were mayor of chicago and the CTA came to me and said ''we need a kajllion dollars''#I wouldn't ask for what. I wouldn't even point out that 'kajillion' isn't a real number. I would simply give them money.

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darkwood-sleddog · 10 months

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once again i am asking tumblr to hold public polls for users to vote on potential changes. imagine if you were the 'respect our users opinion website'. like that could be us but apparently not.

#not dogs #tumblr #not all change is bad but i think the new desktop changes are actually terrible?#i want less clutter not more #staff SAYS they want to give us options #okay so develop some options and have us vote for them before release #as an actual real life election official i want this #bc i think most physical changes to websites are entirely useless and redundant #also why would you copy a social media site that is FAILING #@staff you made polls. please fucking use them #and release the results publicaly i swear to fuck #like if you want users to spend money on this website you kinda need to uh. listen to them?#i also think TELLING people they are testing a new feature that may or may not be permanent would be good #so that people don't come in to change they think is potentially permanent #not that i think the desktop stuff isn't going to be #tumblr has shown time and time again that they value only new users coming in from twitter

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exhuastedpigeon · 16 days

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In 2024 we're pirating shows and movies from big streamers and studios and paying for subscriptions to small creators so they can keep creating, it really shouldn't be that hard to understand.

#y'all giving shit to watcher when you rave about dropout #do you think dropout could make what they do if they weren't a subscription model #do you think they left youtube on accident?#like do y'all honestly think they're getting RICH on youtube? do you think they're making ANY real money that isn't going immediately #back into the business?

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snickerdoodlles · 1 month

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headcanons behind fic: Chay's allowance and KimChay zero baht dates mentioned in long & short

Kim chokes trying not to laugh. “Seriously Angel?” Chay looks at him, lips pulled into a pouty moue like what? “You only take me out on zero baht dates, but you’ll pay people to draw us as cats?” Chay sniffs primly. “I only use my allowance for education and fine art,” he says, haughty.

Korn giving Porsche and Chay a large allowance comes up in a lot of my fics I think, because I see him giving all of his sons and his wards a large allowance. And for once, it's not actually a part of his usual manipulation and control tactics.

(Well. It's not not about manipulation and control, because everything Korn does involves manipulation and control. Korn absolutely monitors their accounts and purchases, not to mention he's absolutely the sort of person to always have a mental ledger of favors given and owed for everyone, especially family.)

However, he doesn't need to control any of the boys' finances to have control over them and he's so present over all of them that giving them access to their own money (vs having them request it from him directly) doesn't give him any more advantage over them or could even run counter to it.

No, I see Korn giving all the boys a hefty allowance as a personal push back against the ghost of his father.

We don't know anything about grandpa Theerapanyakul beyond the fact that Gun invoked his name while yelling at Korn and the mere comparison of them rattled Korn more than the literal gun war happening in his own home. Of all the terrible fathers in this series, the grandpa takes the cake apparently!

Alongside Korn's deep-seated control issues, he also has this weird...thing where he really, really wants to be seen as a caretaker and good provider. He never outright denies his sons and is seemingly very supportive of them-- Khun was allowed to fall back and be taken care of, Kim was allowed to live separately to become a musician, he paid off judges in the name of Kinn's childhood dream, later he supports Kinn and Porsche's relationship-- and the whole fucked thing with Nampheung and the narrative he's constructed around him taking care of her. Even Korn's relationship with Gun is a little bit weird given how much he talks about competition. Like, he desperately wants to be seen as a good provider and caretaker, he just also can't stop being Korn and has that stupid-ass metaphor with the knife and the apple. It's a very crunchy contradiction.

Anyways, Korn's issues aside, I see Korn giving his sons and later wards personal allowances as a part of his personal image of himself as a good provider.

And Porsche and Chay hate it.

(Porsche reminds Chay they're very grateful. Chay mutters where was this help when Porsche took out an informal loan too young. Porsche hisses and whips his head around for any walls that are listening.)

Chay mostly just tries to ignore the supposed pile of money apparently just...sitting there, for him, and spend no differently than how he usually would (it doesn't feel real, digital money is never real to him). However, after so many years of Porsche sacrificing to save money for his needs and future, Chay can't bring himself to ignore the account completely when it comes to things like school or food. He never actually looks at his account, he mostly just squeezes his eyes shut whenever he uses his card for essentials and waits for the system to deny him, except it never does. That does not make Chay feel any better about the situation.

The only time Chay's close to breaking his "no treats" stance is shortly after he and Kim get together. Chay wants so badly to treat Kim to something really special, but. Money. He frets. He makes a pros and cons list. He paces. He has an entire argument with himself in the mirror. He angsts. He takes one look at Kim's happy face over a candlelight dinner and decides fuck it, that's a guy he's going to spoil to the moon and back, stupid blood money allowance be damned.

Except, as established, Chay's never looked at his actual account, so he goes to Cash the accountant to see what his options are for spoiling dates. Like, he's been paying his tuition and the card always goes through at the grocer or noodle house, and Korn does keep telling him his school allowance includes some extra spending money, but Chay wants to spoil Kim. A band they like will be on tour in Bangkok around Kim's birthday, Chay's gunning for special VIP tickets and some extra money for merch and dinner. Surely stupid rich mafia has plenty of money to spare for that.

Chay: would I, uh, be able to get a little extra money? tickets are 3000 but they're for a really special occasion and-

Cash, thinking about Kinn's 3000 dollar helicopter tickets: I don't care, let me just pull up your account details

Chay: thank you so much 🥺

Then Cash turns his screen around to ask Chay how much money he needs and. That is. A lot of money. So many digits. The decimal certainly in the wrong spot. Then Chay looks to the top of the corner and nearly screams because that's his name on the account, what the fuck?

Cash: Khun Korn said to have enough money to cover your tuition

Chay: [does not point out the initial balance was 3x his four year tuition]

Chay...leaves. He thinks. He doesn't know how he got from Cash's office to his room but his next stop is his bed to scream into his pillow until his throat hurts. Fucking rich people.

In protest, Chay takes Kim out the next evening on a zero baht date. They walk along whatever part of the river's nearest to their university to watch the sunset, have to jump a fence and duck two railings to even find a private sitting space away from any other river goers. The view's passable at best, at least free of most industry stuff thanks to the proximity to school but hardly the most inspiring. Chay spreads out his flannel for them to sit on, and feeds Kim dry packet ramen and stale shrimp chips he got free from a university event. He didn't even buy a drink, they survive off a mostly full bottle of grape soda Chay stole off a friend.

(It's a magical evening for Kim, obviously. Ferreting out little hidden spaces hand-in-hand with Chay, enjoying the nighttime air curled together, eating terrible cheap food that somehow tastes good? This is DOING things to him. He will be bringing a guitar and minimum two water bottles with him next time tho.)

#kinnporsche #kimchay #fic: gone fishing #fic headcanons #this almost counts as fic lmao #anyways kimchay zero baht dates my BELOVED let chay open kim's eyes to a whole new world his rich kid ass never knew existed #kim: u know its okay to spend papa's money right?#chay: don't be silly p'kim electronic money isn't real

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horsemeatluvr23 · 9 days

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pearl retired the cleaning lady service because this season instead of threatening people on the server she's gonna start showing up at their irl houses with a gun

#pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft 10 #hermitcraft #this is real btw Jesus Christ himself told me #i would pay real money to see this happen #<- he says as if he isn't literally thousands of pounds in debt #horsemeatposting #pearl my beloved

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guujikaroko · 23 days

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Today's mental image: Aventurine playing poker like he always does, but the real challenge is enduring the match with Ratio calculating probabilities in a stack of napkins while mumbling like a madman at his left and Stelle yelling "ALL IN! ALL IN! ALL IN!" at his right.

#ratio isn't trying to help aventurine he just wants to know the result ahead of time #and Stelle knows jackshit about poker but got drunk on the atmosphere + aventurine said he'd win the money for her #meanwhile aventurine is smirking and saying some shit like “heh... now I got a real challenge in my hands”#stelle's enthusiasm probably made him want to show off #man if I could draw...#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr stelle #dr ratio #hsr aventurine

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stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage · 3 months

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my greatest achievement in DA2 is maxing out Carver's friendship

and all it took was begrudgingly kissing a little templar ass in act 1 because Carver didn't want to plan a prison break if my Hawke got his ass arrested for being stupid.

#carver hawke #dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #well that and he didn't want leandra gamlen and himself to also get arrested for harboring an apostate but you get me #carver hawke loves his sibling and doesn't want them to get taken away that's why he's such an ass and approves of 'pro-templar' choices #in act 1 he's not pro-templar himself but kissing a little templar ass is how you avoid being arrested #'why yes cullen you are so right the templars are so cool and sexy' my hawke says through gritted teeth for that +5 friendship #look i love him okay he's my favorite and i will go the extra mile to make him happy and it's worth it for how much softer can be later on #honestly maxing out his friendship isn't hard if you're aware of what quests you're bringing him on and make him a grey warden #oh but you do need the legacy dlc otherwise you can't fully max friendship out... you can still get enough to change his dialogue/attitude #also like... we the player know hawke won't be arrested like they're not in any actual dangers from the templars as the playable character #but carver doesn't know that and neither does hawke so the templars *are* a real threat to them #and it's incredibly reckless to purposely piss off templars AND selfish because it's not just hawke that'll be arrested it's their family #for harboring them like we witness templars going after people hiding apostates soooo.....#i'm just saying that carver isn't irrational or just being an ass to personally annoy you okay he has cause #also once carver's a warden and ed has money and the estate THEN he's way more open about telling the templars to piss off #sigh one day i'll sit down and write an essay about carver.... one day

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 6 months

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To Anon,

Thank you for your concern. However, I am deeply honored by artists who bribe their followers with art for a vote.

Voter fraud that is against the rules:

Paying strangers with real money to vote a certain way.

Using cryptocurrency at all.

Writing or using a computer script to automate account creation and voting.

Voter fraud that delights me:

Artists dangling a prospective piece in front of their followers if someone wins.

Artists taking requests upon proof of vote.

Tarot readers doing readings upon proof of vote.

People logging back in to their 10 year old accounts to vote.

People summoning fans from other platforms to vote.

Posts being blazed.

People saying they will commission art of a character tits-out if that character wins.

The official tumblr blogs of the podcasts featured reblogging the polls.

People strategizing in the comments, tags, and replies to try and get a tie.

#The cryptocurrency rule is new but if I'm specifying real money then I need to specify which fake money isn't allowed.#Whatever the currency used in neopets is accepted though.#Ask #Anonymous #Not A Poll #Rules #Voter Fraud

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pastelsnakeyy · 7 months

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All I want is to drink boba tea and hold his hand, but god hates me by making him far away and lil treats cost money

#mlm #t4t #t4t mlm #mlm yearning #t4t yearning #gay #queer #i hate money it isn't real why tf did we base our entire society are stupid fucking paper #I'm feeling really gay tonight

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theloveinc · 5 months

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i simply.. do not believe yandere!katsuki would be able to put up with me for very long.

i’d be accepting bc i like being taken care of.. until he realizes how high maintenance i am.

i would spend his money on the essentials (skincare, haircare, perfumes, plushies for our bed.. etc..)

and spend hours doing all that even though i’m not going out, like our shower rack is 99% my shampoo and curly hair products and scented soaps.. our bed has plushies and i have a whole section of our closet dedicated to my perfume collection.

i’m like too touchy/clingy and i feel like he’d want his space for a while and like i’d annoy him really bad UGHHH..

My golly. I absolutely adore it when a yandere doesn't know what exactly they've gotten themselves into. When they finally realize that they've idolized you to the point of not even knowing who you are anymore, only for it to be too late for them to go back in time and prevent it all from going this way.

It's hard to say if Bakugo was expecting you to come to terms with being captive so quickly. He was definitely prepared for resistance, prepared for a lot, really, 'cuz when is he not........? But I don't think he's ever prepared for how easily you fall into a routine with him, and how quickly it turns out that it's less about him, and romance, and falling in love as is it just........... coming to terms with a life you weren't able to choose for yourself.

It's sad because... if he had only courted, asked, waited for you to love him the regular way, taking you on dates and kissing you softly, things would've been so different for your relationship, so genuine and so sweet; exactly what he longed for even if you were still high maintenance.

But to experience it all in the way that he does, with you at his mercy and his credit card at yours... shocks him. He buys you and lets you buy things at first because he feels bad, and watching you pick at the lint of your bed sheets with literally nothing of your own in the house makes his heart ache. Yandere!Bakugo is possessive and desperate, not cruel, and what is a relationship if not filling the home together?

But what he doesn't realize (at first, at least): it's not things you want, but... luxury. A good quality of life. You know the only thing you can hope for is a comfortable house since he's the one who made everything else painful.

Besides, it's hard for him to touch you if your hair product needs to soak to properly work. It's hard to feel like the sex is real and intimate when you prefer to do your fourteen-step shower routine first, or if your bed has to be clear of all your toys and expensive, sherpa blankets and decorative pillows. He can't take take you on dates even if he does buy you fancy clothes... because it's his fault your "missing" poster is plastered all over the streets of Mustafu in the first place.

And by the time you are ready to cuddle him, cling to him, maybe even kiss him on the mouth... it's not because you changed your mind about loving him, it's because he left you no other choice.

(AKA: he got exactly what he wanted... but he didn't realize how much it was going to cost. Literally and metaphorically.)

#bakugo #DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?#sorry i didn't respond acknowledging you... i just made assumptions and turned it into this LOL #i def think it's a useful tactic against him #like youre happy to love him if he spoils you... he just doesn't realize like. he's gonna be sad that the love isn't authentic #'you only love me cuz of the money' -- it's not the money baby its the fact that it was NEVER going to be real in the first place #and it's all his fault #not a gold digger just trying to make living conditions BEARABLE #ANYWYA SORRY IF IT'S UNCLEAR #i hope its alreight otherwise!!#caitie things #gen #yandere tw

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sergle · 10 months

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culture clash punched me in the face when i read that you don't have a passport. like WHA

like why would I have a passport when plane tickets from the states into Any Other Country cost upwards of 1k, i don't go on "holiday", bc i don't have that kind of time, and my family doesn't even have the money to replace the 2003 PT Cruiser we've been driving into the ground

#sergle answers #like WHERE am I going and with WHAT money???? why would I have a passport #like yes I see other motherfuckers being like omg taking a 1 week trip to ireland!#visiting japan for a few days!#i'm going to amsterdam! liveblogging from italy!#i can't fucking do that and that isn't real #like being able to SCOOCH AROUND with such frequency that you even need a passport is such a massive privilege #and it's one that I DON'T have and will probably never have

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merakiui · 7 months

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101 summons for my tako bf to finally come home. please no one ask how i got the extra summons. it was magic and not the other m-word. magic. purely magic. :(´ཀ`」 ∠):

#meraki mumbles #i feel like a cheater... >_<#i have used dirty underhanded tricks to bring him home T^T #shoutout to epel though :D he's a real one for coming home in every single pull i did #food money is temporary but glomas azul... he is eternal #i am no longer in my hater era!!!! now it's just the ruggie era ;;;;#azul i hope you're ready to suffer tenfold in this upcoming fic #no tenfold isn't enough... one-hundred fold ONE MILLION FOLD!!!!!!!

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