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breath of the wild shouldn't cost 60 bucks. this game is 6!!!!!!!! years old. tears of the kingdom costs "only" 10 more and hasn't even been out for a week.
#like. you can be a die hard zelda fan but you CAN'T defend that nintendo is a bullshit company#who NEVER put their own games on sales EVER#like nintendo is by far the most expensive gaming brand because they WILL charge you 80 for a 10 year old game#getting a switch + games is literally a big no no for light spenders/people who have to be careful with their money#unless you are only looking at the indie section of it#and even then you will probably have to spend 60 bucks on getting your joy cons replaced every 6 months :)#like. people yell about this when sony or microsoft do this.#but no one fucking calls nintendo out because ' it's zelda uhuhuhu '#< saying this as a zelda and switch fan btw
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𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓. + 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍
masterlist. / taglist. / any request?
synopsis. the jjk men and their reaction to their partners having a fucking wagon.
pairing. gojo satoru x reader , toji fushinguro x reader , nanami kento x reader
song. juicy — doja cat 🎶
genre and warnings. sfw, suggestive sexual theme, not really gender specific, spanking, body worship, slight possessiveness, jealousy, thigh highs, stockings, leggings, thigh fetish, cuddling, mentions of breeding kink. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍
★ GOJO SATORU !
He literally has to grab your ass every day or he will fucking die.
Acts like your ass is another person.
You had to make him stop squatting down just to greet your butt first before greeting you.
He didn't even wait until you two were official to start randomly grabbing at it.
I’m talking DURING THE TALKING STAGE.
The first thing he did was look you up and down when you were first introduced.
He was the type to go, "Where’s my hug?" Trying to get a handful and then try to defend himself by saying that your ass was just too big not to touch.
It gets even worse when you two start dating.
If anything, any ounce of respect and decorum is thrown out the window.
PURPOSELY grab your ass or smack it like it's a normal greeting, even in public. It doesn't matter if you're out with your friends or coworkers.
Since he is a big spender, most of everything he makes goes into your lingerie funds.
You'd gotten into the habit of sitting snuggled on the bed at night, scrolling through Savage X Fenty or Victoria's Secret stores, deciding if their new collection was worth being blessed to fit into. The set that you want could cost an arm and a leg, but he’ll double down and buy it for you.
But in exchange, the moment the package comes, he will literally call you home while you're working just to see you model it right away.
You just have a section in your shared walk-in closet dedicated to expensive lingerie.
is very judgmental about the clothing you wear.
Not in the toxic controlling boyfriend type of way.
More of a "you look so good in that sundress why the hell aren't you wearing it out type of way.
Gojo's favorite pastime is watching you get dressed in the morning, like it has to be a part of his morning routine or he will have the most shit day ever.
Gojo isn't the openly jealous type, but when he gets very irritated at some pure guy having a conversation with you that snags a few glances, Gojo will embarrass the fuck out of you by throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and carrying you away.
★ TOJI FUSHINGURO !
And you thought Gojo was down bad…
The difference between Gojo and Toji is that Toji is more shameless about it.
He'll literally just stare at your ass or thighs while you're in the middle of explaining something to him.
And then when you catch him, he has the audacity to smirk at you as if he hadn’t been eye-fucking you.
He'll on purpose knock things over or ask you to grab something for him just to watch you bend over.
He truly does not give a fuck.
Even in front of poor old Megumi, he will pass by you and give your ass a hard smack.
He's the type to wind his hand back and grab just to feel it recoil in his grasp.
He is a proud ass man through and through.
Sometimes you'd be minding your own business, walking past him, and then suddenly you're sitting in his lap.
He pinches your thighs whenever he’s feeling a little needy.
He squeezes your thighs like their his own personal stress balls.
Toji will hide all your normal socks just to see you squeeze into a pair of thigh-highs.
He swears he’s not clingy but literally falls asleep using your ass as a pillow while you comb your fingers through his hair.
Other than the thigh highs thing he doesn't really care much what you wear.
Mostly just because your ass looks good in everything.
But also because his favorite thing to do is show you off.
Especially if you’re all dolled up in your favorite outfit, he’s literally your number one supporter.
He has scary dog privileges. When you're out and about, no one bothers to even look in your direction with Toji behind you with his resting bitch face.
★ NANAMI KENTO !
When he first met you, he didn’t even notice your body type; he barely even talked to you since you were introduced just minutes before he was about to clock out for the day.
Hearing everyone else whisper and comment about it.
He was very disappointed to notice that your thick ass was the main topic of most of the gossip
but it also made him a little curious as well.
And he had to admit that the first time he took notice, he was caught very off guard.
But unlike everyone else, he’s very lowkey and respectful about it.
But also, Nanami just can’t help but be very open and blunt about his attraction towards you and your ass.
Nanami is a very prompt and serious man, but that all gets thrown out the window the moment he gets home to you.
He doesn't mind PDA but also doesn't lean more into his tendencies while in public since the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable and also just because he has class.
He’ll make do with the occasional hand resting around your waist or guiding you around with his hand
resting on your lower back just inches away from where he really wants it.
is quick to shut down any perverted or horny comments about your body by anyone else.
But that doesn't mean that he doesn't always disagree with the things that were said.
You're a whole lot of women, and sometimes even he has a little trouble handling allat.
Heard the term child bearing hips from whispers of one of the students, and since hasn’t stopped thinking about putting a baby in you.
You cannot convince me that he doesn't have a stocking or leggings fetish.
What makes you think it's okay to just walk about the house in those see-through leggings and not have Nanami drop all his work just to do something about it?
Sometimes when he's having a shit day at work, he’ll just tuck in between your thighs and unwind.
He could care less about whatever the hell you're wearing
But god forbid you walk out of the house in a pencil skirt that hugs around your thighs perfectly after going a few rounds.
#[ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ★ — t.wrks. ]#jjk smut#toji smut#gojo smut#nanami smut#jjk x reader#toji x reader#gojo x reader#nanami x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader
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Gaslight, Chapter 11/48
Rated X | Read it here on AO3
PART TWO
Roxborough Memorial Hospital, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
When he wakes, his very first conscious sensation is that his head feels like it’s full of concrete.
He winces and peels his eyes open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the midday sun pouring in through the window. The hospital window.
It comes back in little flashes: an angry client, an unsuccessful attempt to de-escalate the situation, and ultimately a hard shove into the bookcase in his office.
He groans as he slowly sits up, the change in posture making him aware of his very full bladder. He gingerly makes his way to the bathroom, resting a hand on the nearest surface for balance as his bare ass flaps in the breeze through the open back of his hospital gown. After relieving himself, he washes his hands and catches sight of himself in the mirror.
His chestnut hair is wild and unkempt, sticking out in all directions and reminding him that he needs a haircut. His square jaw is rough with second-day stubble and his already-hooded eyes are swollen. He leans toward the mirror and uses his thumb and forefinger to pry his eyes open wider, examining his irises. As expected, their typically greenish color is muted to something resembling hazel, which is often the case when he is unwell.
He hears the door to his room click open, and then a sharp intake of breath.
“Oh no,” a small voice murmurs.
There are a series of clipped steps over the linoleum, and then the door opens and closes again.
He ambles back to the bed, already feeling less unsteady, and spots a plastic bag labeled “personal belongings” on a chair in the corner. He dumps out his rumpled navy suit and brown wingtips, then sifts through to find boxers, his undershirt, socks, and slacks. Just as he discards the hospital gown in preparation to dress, the door clicks open again.
“He was just here twenty minutes ago—oh!”
The twentysomething nurse covers her eyes with one hand, and Diana peeks around her and rolls her eyes.
“He looks just fine to me,” she says dryly, flashing her eyes down to his groin and throwing him a wink.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Spender,” the nurse says, her hand still covering her eyes. She’s tall and broad-shouldered, and wears her hair in a messy bun at the base of her neck. “When I came to check your vitals you weren’t in your bed, and I thought you’d…wandered off.”
He pulls on his boxers and slacks, then sits on the end of the bed.
“I’m decent,” he tells her, and she slowly pulls her hand down. “I was just in the bathroom. Sorry to scare you.”
Diana approaches and stands a foot or so away from him, her arms crossed over her chest.
“How do you feel?” she asks, eyeing him appraisingly.
“Like shit,” he says flatly, tugging on one sock and then the other.
“You look like it,” she remarks, and he shrugs.
“Am I free to go?” he asks the nurse, who has been watching the exchange uncomfortably.
“Oh, that’s really not for me to say,” she tells him, her eyes pinned to his shoulder. “I’ll go get Dr. Phan for you.”
He follows her gaze to the shiny pink scar just beneath his clavicle and infers that she’s wondering how a clean-cut, suit-wearing professional such as himself came to have a scar from a gunshot wound.
“Bank robbery gone wrong,” he tells her, and her eyebrows lift. “That’s why I don’t rob banks anymore,” he adds, and her mouth falls open with surprise.
“Would you go get Dr. Phan, please?” Diana asks the nurse in a forced dulcet tone, and she nods and hurries out of the room. Diana steps closer to him, her knees brushing against his but her arms still crossed. “Was that absolutely necessary?” she asks, looking at the scar and then back to his face.
“It just sounds so much cooler than ‘I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,’” he defends, and she sighs while quirking a knowing smile.
There is a knock at the door and the nurse re-enters, followed by a slight Vietnamese woman wearing square-rimmed glasses and a black dress and heels beneath her lab coat.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Phan,” she says as she approaches the bed and offers her hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I took a bookshelf to the head,” he quips, shaking her hand. “But otherwise fine.”
“He’d like to be discharged as soon as possible, please,” Diana tells the doctor, who nods in understanding.
“That’s a possibility. We’d just like to check your vitals again and ask you some questions to be sure you don’t require further monitoring.”
Dr. Phan motions to the nurse, who wraps a blood pressure cuff around his arm and presses her stethoscope to the inside of his elbow.
“All right,” Dr. Phan begins, readying her clipboard. “Can you tell me your name, please?”
“Jeffrey Gerhard Spender,” he answers. “That’s an easy one, doc, throw me some hardballs.”
Dr. Phan smiles thinly and continues.
“Date of birth?”
“October 13th, 1961.”
The nurse slips off the blood pressure cuff and clips a pulse ox monitor to his index finger.
“And what’s today’s date?”
“Uh…April 7th?”
“And the year?” Dr. Phan prompts him.
“Two thousand,” he says confidently.
“And who is this woman?” the doctor asks, gesturing to Diana with her pen.
“This is my lovely wife Diana,” he says fondly, looking at her. Diana’s expression remains neutral, but she gently bumps his knee with her own in acknowledgement.
“Are you in any pain, Mr. Spender? Dizzy, lightheaded, visual disturbances?” Dr. Phan continues.
“I have a bit of a headache,” he admits, “but otherwise I feel fine. I could go for a cheesesteak, though.”
“Okay,” the doctor says, tucking the clipboard under her arm and returning her pen to the pocket of her lab coat. “Assuming all your vitals are normal, I’ll go ahead and discharge you.”
The nurse holds up a penlight and he tracks it back and forth with his eyes.
“Everything looks good,” she tells the doctor as she takes a step away from him.
“All right then, you should be home in time to have that cheesesteak for dinner, Mr. Spender.”
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He watches out the passenger side window as the Schuylkill River morphs into West Conshohocken, then Gulph Mills. By the time they enter King of Prussia, he can’t decide if he’s more sleepy or more hungry.
When they pull on to their street, he frowns at all the perfectly mowed lawns and carefully trimmed hedges. By comparison, their modest brick home looks bedraggled and overrun with crabgrass.
“Did the lawn guy not show up again?” he asks, and Diana sighs.
“I don’t know, Jeff, that’s your purview,” she says, disinterested.
She parks in the garage and opens her door, then at the last minute turns back and gives him an appraising look.
“Do you need any help getting inside?” she asks, and he shakes his head.
She disappears into the house and he takes his time unfurling himself from her sedan. He feels achy and stiff, and the side of his head just above his ear is throbbing. When he walks through the door and enters the laundry room, he hears the skitter of claws on the hardwood and smiles. A blonde lab comes tearing around the corner, her wagging tail tucking between her legs as she collapses at his feet and rolls onto her back.
“Hi, sweet girl,” he says, getting down on his knees and scratching her belly. “Did you miss me?”
“She pooped in the office,” Diana calls from the kitchen, and he rises to his feet before making his way in to join her.
“When?” he asks accusingly.
“I don’t know, sometime between when you left this morning and when I came home for lunch,” Diana says as she pours two fingers of Glenlivet into a rocks glass.
“Did you clean it up?” he asks, and she shoots him a look.
“She’s your dog, Jeff,” she says plainly, and he sighs, grabbing a roll of paper towels before heading to the office.
They chose the home for its proximity to the city and its relative simplicity. A kitchen with a breakfast bar, living room, office, and powder room downstairs, and a large master suite enveloping the entire second floor. As a childfree couple with no inclination towards formal dining and a shared distaste for overnight guests, it met their needs and didn’t break the bank. Not that they couldn’t have afforded something more ostentatious on Diana’s law firm salary, but she prefers to spend her money on travel, and he on collecting rare books.
He cleans up after Frenchie and checks his email, then remembers that he’s hungry when his stomach gurgles loudly. Back in the kitchen, Diana is perched on a bar stool with her drink and a salad, a copy of The New York Times open on the counter beside her plate. He touches her shoulder, waiting until she looks up at him to drop a quick kiss on her mouth, which she accepts with a hum.
“There’s leftover Charlie’s in the fridge,” she reminds him, and his belly growls again at the prospect of reheated pasta carbonara. “I picked up your prescription; it’s on the microwave,” she adds, and he pops his food in before twisting the bottle open and dispensing one into his palm. “You need to take that more consistently,” Diana lectures, watching as he swallows the pill with a glass of water. “Your blood pressure was high when they first brought you into the hospital.”
“Point taken, however I would argue that getting the shit kicked out of me by a client probably had something to do with it,” he retorts.
“Please just remember to take them, Jeff. I worry about you,” she says softly, and he smiles at her uncharacteristic show of affection.
It’s not that she’s cold or unloving, but that her way of showing him that she cares is more subtle than most people might notice. You won’t catch her kissing him or holding his hand in public, but she makes sure that he’s taking care of himself, physically and mentally, and she always indulges his spontaneous ideas, like driving out to Atlantic City just to take in a show.
And there’s so much history between them, so much they’ve both been through that no one else could understand. The first day he laid eyes on her at Quantico they connected, and she wasn’t put off by his interest in the strange and unexplainable, didn’t see him as an oddball like everyone else has always seemed to. When he expressed having second thoughts about joining the Bureau and whether it was the right path for him, she supported his decision to drop out of the Academy without question. He did the same when she began to consider pursuing a law degree, and together they moved from Virginia, to Cambridge, to Boston, and finally Philly. For all the tumult in his life in the years after they lost Samantha, Diana has been the one person he always knows will be there at the end of each day.
It’s a typical evening, though it may not have been a typical day. He watches TV while Diana reads, then takes Frenchie for a walk while she takes a bath. They crawl into bed and he curls up behind her, accepting her invitation when she takes his hand and pushes it down between her legs. The side of his head aches, but he ignores it as he brings her to orgasm with his mouth, then conceals his disappointment when she yawns and tells him she’s exhausted, asking for a rain check on reciprocating.
He lies awake, listening to Diana’s even breathing and Frenchie’s little woofs as she dreams about whatever dogs dream of. As he sometimes does when the daily routines of their life are thrown off kilter, he feels a little bit of longing. A quiet, unobtrusive question floating around the edges of his mind asking him to consider if there is more to life than this. He chastises himself, feeling guilty for being ungrateful when he has so much to be thankful for.
And yet, he still wonders about another life, another path, one that’s exciting and unpredictable and uncharted. If he hadn’t left England after college, if he’d finished his FBI training, if Diana weren’t so firm on not wanting children.
Another life, another path, the one untraveled. He’s content, and yet—
He wonders.
Tagging @today-in-fic
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like I have written on the linked post an elsewhere, there is no such thing as a “generous gacha” because a “gacha” game is hostile to its users at the core of its function. You are functionally arguing about why the evangelion pachinko machine is actually better than the metal gear pachinko machine and calling me a hater when I discuss the gambling aspects. I don’t care about these games like an individual player does, I am not discussing the minutiae of how many SSR or 5 star or 6 star or UR top tier characters a “f2p” or “low spender” can get, I am discussing the exploitive nature inherent in the gacha genre itself. I have seen the evolution of these games and their fandoms since 2013, I understand how all of these things work. You need to understand this first before engaging with this blog. Limbus Company is only singled out in the previous post as an example of a game that its fans as a whole will vehemently defend regarding its “gacha” aspects. From this we have a jumping off point to look at the culture of fandom itself and how it has evolved to the point of fans defending a game created within the gacha genre. Learning about fandom in general will also be a helpful lense when looking into why incels have such extreme reactions to these games. that’s why all of this is posted on this blog titled “gacha-incels”, the function of the blog is to catalogue incel behavior regarding primarily gacha games just like how the old “fuckyeahXYZ” tumblr blogs were named this because they posted about XYZ. I did not think I had to explain this. (If you are new to tumblr or have come here from Reddit/Twitter you need to lurk more before assuming things about usernames.) It’s not to shame you as an individual for playing them, again I don’t give a shit what you do, I’m posting here to catalogue feminist ideological verification and for context that will include how fans react to these games as a whole. If you feel individually attacked by this blog and feel the need to ask “but what if I like (game)” or whatever, please take a step back. This is not about you individually and never has been. If you cannot understand this don’t embarrass yourself.
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hello henry! (is it ok to reffer to you like this?) my bro my guy my dude can i have March 7th being teased by reader? absolutely in love with her.
Thank you and have a good day!
March 7th with a reader that loves to tease her
characters: March 7th x gn!reader
warnings: none
a/n: I like March. She named herself after the objectively best month and her facial reactions make me "hihi haha" internally, so good choice!
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
March 7th
While March liked to indulge in a bit of teasing herself, especially when it was directed against Dan Heng or the Astral Express’ dumpster diving raccoon, she preferred to avoid becoming the target. And while she was far from taking it personally, her healthy level of narcissism blocking things from going under her skin better than any armor ever could, the idea of a joke being at her expense still didn’t completely sit right with her.
That being said, your addiction of teasing anything and anyone more acquainted than a total stranger was as much a part of you as your more agreeable characteristics, so until she found a way to fundamentally change that brain of yours she’d have to live with it.
When you found March staring at a pile of cardboard boxes, a sense of panic shot through your body as you feared a certain crewmembers hobbies might have rubbed off on her, your impulses immediately telling you to drag her away from there before she could even start thinking about throwing herself at them and searching them for whatever items of… value could be found in them.
But instead of having to struggle with pulling her away, March almost jumped when you grabbed her hand, having been too focused to notice you in the first place, the thoughtful look on her face quickly being replaced by one of surprise.
“Wha- Oh it’s you. What are you sneaking up on me for? You almost gave me a heart attack”, she complained before quickly calming down, looking back towards the boxes as you apologized.
“So…”, you stretched the word for as long as you could before it started to sound too ridiculous, even for you “What are you thinking about? A fort built from Cardboards?”, you attempted to joke, only for her face to light up for a split second.
“That’s not even a bad idea, I should write that one down”, she answered before returning to silence, almost causing you to dig a little further, only for her to answer your questions before you could reiterate them.
“Aren’t this many boxes a bit… excessive? It’s quite a mess”, the girl wondered out loud, prompting you to take a closer look yourself.
“You might be right. I mean… Asta is quite renowned for being a generous spender, but I’m still surprised to hear those words from you”, you stated, only for March’s head to turn towards you faster than you could count to 3.
“And why is that?”
“I mean, considering your room resembles an active warzone”, you were quick to answer, causing her mouth to open almost immediately.
“It’s not that bad. I just have more important things to do than cleaning it up every day”, she defended herself with a pout before her facial expressions quickly shifted into a glare . “Why do you know how my room looks in the first place? Are you sneaking into other people’s rooms while they aren’t there?”, she accused you, only for your face to remain as deadpanned as a rock.
“March 7th. You asked me to grab your camera from your room this morning.” Your explanation made her look down at the item attached to her clothes before letting out an awkward chuckle.
“Guess you’re right. Sorry”, she apologized, only for whatever reaction you had in store to be cut off by a familiar voice ringing out.
“That being said, you really should tidy your room up more often, March.” As the two of you looked behind you, you were greeted by the sight of Himeko standing in the door, a smile on her face as she looked like she had been there for the entirety of your conversation, just listening and enjoying the show.
“Are you done? We could stay a bit longer if it’s necessary, but I’d prefer to leave at any moment, so say your goodbyes and come to the Astral Express whenever you’re ready”, she stated before giving the two of you one last smile and leaving. Both March and you following her close behind.
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'Daredevil' star Charlie Cox is losing money on stage
By Confidential NEW YORK DAILY NEWS Jul 02, 2016 (X)
"Daredevil" star Charlie Cox may soon be out of the red.
The 33-year-old Netflix star has essentially been losing money by starring in the off-Broadway play "Incognito" because of his visa status. But he will finally break even when the show closes on July 10.
"I didn't have the right visa and I really wanted to do the play, so I had to pay a visa adaptation fee, which is basically the same amount as the entire run," the British actor told Confidential at a Netflix event at the St. Regis Hotel in Midtown.
Cox doesn't seem too worried about his questionable business decision, which he says cost him around $8,000 before the first performance.
"You don't do a play to make money," he said. "It's Off-Broadway. It's not covering my rent and I'm in a fortunate situation where I'm on a television show and I know that we're doing 'The Defenders,' which is a spin-off of the show later this year. So I just keep the purse strings tighter during the run of the play."
According to Cox, living on a budget isn't so bad.
"To be honest I'm not a big spender. I hate cabs, I take public transport everywhere," he said. According to Cox, he rarely buys clothes and likes to cook, which help makes ends meet, too.
"I'm not a big star so you can't demand those huge paychecks when you sign on," he said. "I do fine, no complaints. No residuals on Netflix, of course, so that's...part of their brilliant business."
Maybe it's because he's a Brit, but Cox has a Fourth of July tradition that's also fairly modest.
"I watch 'Jaws,'" he said. "It's one of my favorite movies and it takes place over July 4 weekend. Two years ago I went to watch it at BAM. Last year I was with my best friends and girlfriend and we were in Norfolk and we'd been swimming all day. We rented a little cottage and put it on there."
~*~
#Omg Charlie...I love this man 😂💗#and he LIKES TO COOK...can he get any more perfect? 🥴❤️#I'm still so sad I'll never get to see him in Incognito 😭#it's such an amazing part he played...flipping between one character to the next with different accents...I mean MY GOD...the talent!!#charlie cox#incognito#theatre#matt murdock#daredevil#interview#article
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seeing as the premier league transfer window is now officially closed here are some stats n figures from this window:
141 signings were made this summer, 16 more compared to last summer
the lowest spenders this summer was luton town with £19.51 million
the highest spenders this summer comes with no surprise with chelsea spending a whopping £398.04 million (that’s roughly 20 times as much as what luton spent)
chelsea’s net spend of £171.44 million is roughly 130 times higher than that of everton’s whose is £1.29 million
the most expensive transfer was moisés caicedo from brighton to chelsea at £111 million
the least expensive transfer was steven-andreas benda from swansea to fulham at £989,000
the transfer of caicedo is roughly 11 times more expensive than that of benda’s
this is the highest net spend in one window since 2018 at £2,278 million (£314 million more compared to 2022)
49 players signed this window are midfielders
39 players signed this window are forwards
36 players signed this window are defenders
17 players signed this window are goalkeepers
75 players signed this window are from abroad
38 players signed this window are from the prem
28 players signed this window are from the championship and below
59 players signed this window are in the 22-25 age bracket
47 players signed this window are in the 26-29 age bracket
25 players signed this window are in the 16-21 age bracket
10 players signed this window are in the 30+ bracket
#all data is from the times and wiki and other places here n there#it’s taken me a while to do all this#but idk if anyone is interested#i am#it was acc fun to do this#and if no one reads this then that’s fine cos this is really just for my own interest#tbf i love stats n figures like this#i was acc alright at stats when we did it during gcse maths
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The Feminist Library
-7000 Years of Patriarchy by Petra Ioana
-A Deafening Silence by Patrizia Romito
-Against Our Will by Susan Brownmiller
-Against Pornography by Diana E.H. Russell
-Against Sadomasochism by Robin Linden
-Ain’t I a Woman by Bell Hooks
-All Women Are Healers by Diane Stein
-Anti-Porn by Julia Long
-Anticlimax by Sheila Jeffreys
-Are Women Human by Catharine MacKinnon
-Backlash by Susan Faludi
-Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay
-Beauty and Misogyny by Sheila Jeffreys
-Beauty Sick by Renee Engeln
-Beauty Under the Knife by Holly Brubach
-Being and Being Bought by Kasja Ekis Ekman
-Beyond God the Father by Mary Daly
-Big Porn Inc by Melinda Tankard Reist and Abigail Bray
-Blood, Bread, and Roses by Judy Graham
-The Book of Women’s Mysteries by Z Budapest
-Borderlands by Gloria Anzaldua
-Burn it Down by Lilly Dancyger
-Butterfly Politics by Catharine MacKinnon
-Caliban and the Witch by Silvia Federici
-Choosing to Conform by Avelie Stuart
-The Church and the Second Sex by Mary Daly
-Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein
-Close to Home by Christine Delphy
-Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence by Adrienne Rich
-Conquest by Andrea Lee Smith
-Damned Whores and God’s Police by Anne Summers
-Daring to Be Bad by Alice Echols
-Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers by Sady Doyle
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+1 to the redla situation.
Their carrd used to openly support minors engaging with sfw vore until they started getting flak, and then they moved it to a different area. If you check the Strudel Cafe site, they are on the leaderboard for crumbs spent. I fully believe they are only being defended because they are a high spender in a dying species.
I fully support them getting flak, vore is and never will be a "sfw" thing for minors. Literally, get that out of here, it's a kink.
certain things can never really become sfw 🍋
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The National Association of Realtors and organized real estate played an even larger role in intentionally segregating the country than most people knew - those wrongs must be redressed.
A redlining map of St. Louis, prepared by the federal government’s Home Owners' Loan Corporation, used data from local real estate professionals to “grade” neighborhoods, based largely on their racial makeup. Credit: National Archives/Mapping Inequality
In March, a court in the Northern District of Illinois allowed a class-action lawsuit to move forward against the National Association of Realtors, the trade organization that is single largest federal lobbying spender in the US.
The organization, along with seven major real estate companies that serve as its co-defendants in Moehrl et al., could be hit with $13 billion to $40 billion in damages. (The lawsuit is the larger of two separate class-action cases moving through the courts.) The case revolves around how the NAR leverages its local member boards’ control of 97% of multiple listing systems to keep in place rules regarding set commissions — as the lawsuit notes, US homebuyers and sellers pay commission rates roughly double those of peer countries.
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#politics#redlining#housing#racism#fair housing#national association of realtors#racial discrimination#anti blackness#urban renewal#realtors#organized real estate#real estate
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There is nothing new about “the woman question”. Ours is not the first enlightened century. Neither were the 20th century feminists. Neither were the 19th century Anglo feminists. To quote Dale Spender, “there has always been a women’s movement this century.” We see a “woman controversy” happening in the late Middle Ages of Europe.
There women defending themselves there, even though literacy was rare. There were also even men defending women - I’d like to get a hold of the male “women defenders” works, like Juan Rodriguez de la Cámara.
On the one hand, we’ve been facing the same damn question for centuries. On the other, we’ve made significant moves forward. Is there anything we can learn from these Medieval writers that can provide wisdom to our times today?
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what's your least favourite billy joel album??
Honestly I don't know!!!!
It's either Streetlife Serenade, An Innocent Man, The Bridge, or Storm Front. But the thing is every single one of those albums has multiple songs I would call personal favorites:
Streetlife Serenade: The Great Suburban Showdown, The Entertainer, Weekend Song
An Innocent Man: Easy Money, An Innocent Man, This Night, Keeping the Faith
The Bridge: A Matter of Trust, Modern Woman, Temptation, Code of Silence, Getting Closer
Storm Front: I Go to Extremes, Shameless, Leningrad
Yes I did list more than half of one of these albums as favorites. This is what I'm saying.
An Innocent Man is kind of the opposite of the others. I think it's a great album and he nails the concept of doing retro musical styles. I do think it works better taken as a whole, so it's kind of ironic that some of those songs became huge hits out of context. But some of those hits are just... they're good but they're a little played out for me. I still sing along to every word and I still screamed when he announced them in concert so I mean.
With the other three, I've always felt these albums are just not as cohesive as his strongest work. I'm beginning to be persuaded on Storm Front because I saw an interview where he talked about it depicting a storm building and then the last song being the calm after the storm and I was like okay that makes sense. Storm Front also has lower lows for me. I like That's Not Her style, it has some really fun lyrics (she wines and dines with Argentines and Kuwaitis...) but musically it doesn't quite fit into the groove for me. Storm Front, State of Grace, and When In Rome similarly kind of just... happen to me. I like When In Rome and feel called to defend it because he was so mean about it for absolutely no reason, but it's definitely not his best work. So there are just chunks of that album I'm not as into.
The Bridge similarly feels so disorganized to me. There are so many fantastic songs on this album but I don't know where any of them are going. I find myself asking "the bridge to where? or to what?" Ironically to me it just feels like the bridge between different stages of his career; it was the last album he did with Phil Ramone but I always consider it in a group with Storm Front and River of Dreams because it feels so removed from the previous five albums he did with Phil. It also has lower lows for me; I always think I don't like Running On Ice until I listen to it and I remember that I love the piano and some of the lyrics ("a cosmopolitan sophisticate of culture and intelligence" would be my blog title if it wasn't too many characters for mobile) but I think something about the sound just doesn't click for me. I don't really care for Baby Grand or Big Man On Mulberry Street too much. I love that he got to work with Ray Charles and I appreciate what an influence Ray was but I don't personally like that style of music as much. So again, just chunks of the album I don't enjoy as much.
Streetlife Serenade suffered greatly from being sort of a sophomore album. It was actually his third album, but it was his second with Columbia, and he was forced to put it out when he hadn't had enough time to write because he was doing the Piano Man tour and he did not have enough material and it shows. Two of the ten songs are instrumentals although incidentally Root Beer Rag is great. Again with the lows... every song on this album has something I love about it, but Streetlife Serenader, Los Angelenos, Roberta, and Last of the Big Time Spenders are musically kind of unmemorable to me (Roberta is memorable for other reasons). I know I compare Los Angelenos unfairly to Say Goodbye to Hollywood, though. And I absolutely love Souvenir, but it's so short, it feels like half a song. Ultimately I think Streetlife Serenade is probably his weakest album just because it's unfinished but I don't know if that makes it my least favorite.
Typing all of that out did not help me answer the question. I'm going to say An Innocent Man because it's a bold choice and it's one of the few I have not been putting on deliberately lately. An Innocent Man and Keeping the Faith were both live highlights for me though lol.
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In 1855, seven years after the first woman's rights convention in the United States (Seneca Falls, 1848), Elizabeth Cady Stanton (1815-1902) and Frances Dana Gage (1808-84) were obliged to defend the women's movement against the accusation of failure, made by one Gerrit Smith.
If this strategy of declaring the women's movement to be 'over' sounds familiar, so too does the feminist stance taken by Stanton and Gage, who in the repudiation of the charge, raised virtually every issue that concerns the modern women's movement. This similarity between the past and the present is not just an interesting coincidence, for what we need to know - and what we have been diverted from discovering - is that this pattern of accusation (and response) has recurred again and again over the last 130 years.
When we are informed today (as many of us are) that the women's movement has run its course and has been unsuccessful in achieving its aims (and it has even been put to me that it has been downhill all the way since 1977, although the precise date was not volunteered), then we are being little short of self-destructive if we treat such declarations seriously. But we are beyond being intimidated - and perhaps even being demoralised - if we treat such statements with the dismissal they deserve, and instead of apologising for our supposed failures, instead of feeling guilty and resolving to change ourselves and to try harder we securely assert that this is but a tired old technique which hasn't worked before and isn’t going to work now. This was the advice of Elizabeth Cady Stanton in 1855 and when she gave it she drew on the advice and counsel of her foremothers, women such as Mary Astell, 'Sophia' and Frances Wright, who all insisted that women must examine the source and the purpose of these ideas, and must remember that men have a lot to gain if women begin to believe that they are powerless and incapable of changing the social arrangements.
-Dale Spender, Women of Ideas and What Men Have Done to Them
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What Social Media the Straw Hats Would Use:
Luffy:
-Youtube- Watches videos of bugs.
-TikTok- Makes poorly shot videos of trending dances, devolving into fights. Almost no followers.
Zoro:
Can't figure out how to open apps, throws his phone. Watches YouTube with Luffy and films fights with him.
Nami:
-Instagram- filled with thirst traps.
Bio has a link to her CashApp and OnlyFans.
Usopp:
Has a podcast telling tales of his adventures. Few listeners.
"Sniper King":
Twitch- Streams first-person shooter games for a fairly large following.
Sanji:
-Reddit- Often getting into arguments (and getting banned) on r/kitchenconfidential about wasting food.
-Podcasts with Usopp.
-Biggest spender on Nami's OnlyFans
Robin:
-Tumblr- Leaves unsolicited morbid comments on aesthetic photos. Mostly posts about archeology.
-Twitch- Streams indie and horror games.
Chopper:
-Kid's Youtube- He read the terms and conditions and was too young to download any other app, so he didn't. Watches cartoons.
Franky:
-Twitter- Always letting people know he's a freak. Defending kinks. Posting Transformer's porn.
Brook:
-SoundCloud-For his music.
Insists he isn't interested in social media, would rather read a book. He's hiding a phone behind it. And is looking at Nami's OnlyFans.
#one piece#my partner started the list and we made up the details giggling together at like midnight last night#it was very funny to us so I hope it amuses someone else too#no jimbei on this list sorry#we're 600 episodes in so he's not on the crew yet in what we've seen
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Is Lily orchard boosting a Nazi even surprising at this point? It really shouldn’t be given how rabidly antisemitic Lily is at just about every opportunity
it is, actually. up until now there was some chance of deniability to defend herself. the whole "i didn't say that Sugar was a nazi sympathizer, it's your fault if you think that after the interpretation i shoved down your throat". up until today you can still comments of people actually using that defense.
promote and defend someone who is openly a nazi for the lulz and do it on a public account that is directly associated with her brand? that's not something that you can handwave away by just saying "she didn't know", "it was all a joke" or it was an innocent mistake. LO directly adressed that is a thing that person does and did it by treating them as a victim, not someone who tweets about richard spender being "based", all the while her wife follow them on her public twitter. right now MO is stilll a follower of that cassandra person.
there's no defense against that.
they both told all her feed and her followers that they don't care about any of the marginalized people that follows them, that they're both so shallow and empty that they'll align themselves with anyone that is willing to bat for LO.
that's a mistake that none of the leftists she has talked about has ever done.
spread those screenshots like wildfire. this is the true face and colors of LO. she's not a defender of marginalized people, she's a opportunistic without moral or values.
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Right By Your Side | Chapter 11 - Christmas
Summary: In the world where wearing glasses makes you a different person. You were forced to swallow a pill that turned you into seven years old. Now, you're living with your crush in a small form, what would you do? Who were the ones who brought this to you? And, can you change back?
Chapter summary: Christmas atmosphere in the compound
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It was Christmas Eve and you still haven't gotten anything for the team. You took Tony's card on the day you went ice skating with Nat and Wanda but there wasn't any chance to use them. You tried finding the black card amongst your belongings but it was nowhere to be found.
You went back to Tony to ask for another card and he looked at you as if saying 'why do you need so many cards'.
"It got lost, I got kidnapped, remember? I didn't have a chance to use it." You defended yourself, you wanted to be the last person to be seen as a huge spender.
"Oh right!" Tony's eyes widened as he remembered the event. It's a surprising fact that he's a genius but completely unable to remember things that happened a few days before.
"Take this." He passed me another card from his wallet. Honestly, how many black cards does this guy have? "I will ask Pepper to cancel the previous one."
"Thanks."
Now with his card in hand, you needed to find someone to go along with you. Should you find Nat or Wanda? You kinda want to go alone but how would people look when a kid was buying adult stuff?
In the end, you decided to go alone after leaving a note for Nat and Wanda to find.
Shopping alone was never what you liked. You hated the way the salesperson would approach you as you were browsing the store. You understand it was part of their service but it just makes you feel uncomfortable and would much prefer if they were to stay away.
Having a rough idea of what you were going to get for them, you quickly entered a few stores that you think would sell them.
After coming back with bags of what you bought for the Avengers, you quickly went to your room and began tinkering with presents before wrapping the gifts. After making sure that no one was in the living room, you began transporting all the wrapped gifts and placed them under the tree.
Technically there wasn't any need to hide after wrapping them but you just felt that way.
Conan, Bill and the rest invited you out for a Christmas trip but you were staying with the Avengers. Knowing Conan, another murder case is likely to happpen. Wherever he goes, there would be a murder case he has to solve.
Tony was hosting the party for the Avengers, and only those they were close with in SHIELD, such as Maria, Culson and Fury. Invitations were given but attendance was not compulsory so no one knew if they were going to come.
The party started earlier than usual at 4pm thinking they should include dinner in the party as well.
It was all smiles and laughter when everyone was sitting at the table. Not wanting to make the effort and mess to cook, Tony ordered catering who came to set up the buffet and there was a wide selection to choose from. Everyone went to put food on their plate before taking their seat at the table. You sat next to Nat and opposite Wanda.
The food was good but nothing could be compared to Wanda's cooking. Perhaps it would have been better if Wanda was the one in charge of dinner even if it was a simple one but I guess Tony wanted everyone to relax.
After dinner, Maria came saying that Fury rejected the invitation and therefore Culson was forced to stay behind. Initially she was also asked to stay back to work but Maria threatened that she would quit if she wasn't allowed to leave. In the end Fury complied with her, knowing it wasn't good to lose the second in command.
She was also making fun of Culson, knowing how much he wanted to participate in this event and how much he was missing out.
"Aright! Time for presents!" Tony clapped his hands and announced. Everyone automatically took their presents that had their name on it under the tree and formed a circle.
(You gave everyone one a present but let's just focus on Nat and Wanda.)
You looked at Nat as she began unwrapping your gift that you got for her. It was a small box that contained her initials to put together with the necklace you gave her previously. So now if she were to put it together, it would be her initials and the previous shape you gave her.
"I'm assuming it is you, Allie?"
"Yup." You gave her a wide smile and she thanked you for her present.
Wanda's present was a similar size box and it was a necklace with her initials. You gave both of them similar items because it was more than that. You needed to give them something that they would wear all the time if they chose to wear it. Their presents contain a tracking device that you would be able to track from your glasses if they were within a 20km radius.
Initially it was Bill's idea to give it to the kids because they have been getting into more trouble, getting themselves wrapped in a lot of dangerous cases. Their tracking device was in a badge that said 'Detective Boys Group' which you didn't like because there were three girls so why a boys group?
But the badge was able to do more than tracking, it allowed them to communicate between each other when they were backed into a corner with their phone taken away from them. It gave you the idea to include them in Nat's and Wanda's presents so you could always use your glasses to find where they were if they went missing. The guys weren't the sort to wear any accessories so it was hard to find something that works.
"Thank you Allie!" She gave me a hug and changed seats to sit next to me.
After everyone received their presents, it was time for fireworks. Everyone was gathered at the huge backyard where Tony had everything set up. With a press of a button, fireworks shot up showcasing colourful flowers and lights. At the end of the show, it shows 'Merry Christmas' to end on a nice note.
All their glasses were raised to a toast with whatever beverage it contained. Everyone was happy that day, everything was going well.
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