#( technically )

[jaxspicerr]

forces you all to perceive my dumbass polycule

[violenteconomics]

remember this post i made about ace and epel (and eventually the other freshmen) pranking their upperclassmen?

yeah, so, here’s an idea for a significantly less funny prequel:

the first-years actually met their housewardens as kids, where they got very attached to one another, but absolutely none of them remember this. 

i��ve got a drabble written for riddle, ace, and deuce, but for the others, i’m completely lost, lol.

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(warning: mentions of child abuse)

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4-year-old ace trappola, a pint-sized brat who loses a ball in dr rosehearts’s backyard. since dr rosehearts has an extremely sour reputation around town for being impossible to be polite with, ace decides it’s not worth the patience it’ll take to knock on her door. so instead, he climbs her fence to retrieve it.

that’s when he notices the boy sitting by the windowsill, with a thousand books stacked all around him, looking very intrigued at the book in his hands. ace has never seen someone so engrossed with a book that doesn’t even have a picture on the cover, and having absolutely no filter, even at that age, he simply walks up to him and asks what he’s doing.

at first, riddle tries to shoo him away, knowing how his mother will react when she finds out there’s a random kid stepping on her perfectly-cut grass. eventually, though, ace’s childish stubbornness wins out, and riddle tells him about the history book he’s reading.

[ace is alice and riddle is alice’s sister in this scenario in case you don’t get the reference, they make me insane, okay—]

everyday, ace comes back to the windowsill at the same time (at riddle’s request, because he only has so much independent study time) just to listen to him. everyday, he says that it’s stupid, boring, and he can’t believe riddle actually reads book without pictures. everyday, he comes back to sit under riddle’s windowsill and listen to him go on about food chemistry.

but then dr rosehearts finds out.

ace doesn’t really know what happens after she showed up to their doorstep, looking down on him like he was a bug underneath her heeled feet, but next thing he knows, his dad’s telling him and brother that they’re moving to a different town. he tells ace that their house just isn’t pretty enough, but ace is young— not stupid.

(in the future, whenever ace scores high on a test, and riddle will smile and tell him he’s proud of him. every single time, it leaves a bad taste in his mouth for reasons ace can’t explain.)

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5-year-old deuce spade only knows ace as “the kid who moved out”, but through some wicked twist of fate, he’s the next person to lose something in dr roseheart’s backyard.

deuce’s mom actually used to work for dr rosehearts as her secretary, but deuce doesn’t really like her, because she used to make his mom work long hours with little pay in return. his mom lived in dr rosehearts’s medical practice more than she actually lived in the crappy apartment they could barely afford. he was so glad when she quit.

but unfortunately, dr rosehearts’s house is right next to the park, and losing balls in her garden is unfortunately very common for most kids in the neighborhood. and since deuce really doesn’t want to talk to her, he jumps over her fence instead.

this time, riddle’s the one who notices him.

riddle’s missing ace a lot (he never found out why he stopped coming around), so to fill the hole in his heart, he invited deuce over. sheepishly, deuce walks over and lets riddle tell him about the book on agricultural trade he’s been reading. deuce doesn’t quite get it as fast as ace did, but unlike ace, he’s patient and hard-working and oh-so earnest in his attempts to understand.

of course, dr rosehearts isn’t going to help this relationship in the slightest. a few weeks later, she waits for deuce right outside the fence, before dragging him off once he’s out of riddle’s view. she mocks his attempts at trying to learn something that’s clearly above his mental capacity, for trying to be someone above his station, for knowing the rules and being too stupid to stick to them.

(“What sort of pitiful education have you received, that you cannot follow such simple rules?”)

when she delivers deuce back to his house, his mother says nothing. when she tells him they’re moving to a bigger house on the complete other side of the queendom, deuce doesn’t argue.

(deuce couldn’t tell you why doing so bad in school frustrated him to the point of becoming a delinquent. he really couldn't.)

[miainein]

happy birthday zoro

[scribeofred]

@einradi hey look it's us

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

[toffeedearest]

this is what my brain looks like smh

[phosphorus-noodles]

poor joel... all he wanted was to run in slow motion towards his wife :(

[notsomeloncholy]

Sunny 💛

[pirate-queen-boy]

Looks like if Tom Hardy portrayed Beetlejuice.

My ideal juice is a mix of toonjuice and moviejuice I think

[a-v-j]

AVJ being a transformers fan is my roman empire, omfg; I LOVE YOU platonically🔥

Ive been binge-watching the live action movies, will soon go for the animated idk lol.

Ofc, i have to drag my boy in this

Prime: "They dont call me Auto for nothin"

The fact that i nicknamed past!auto as prime and his name "auto" is makin some reference to cars and autobots is driving me wild yo, yall don't understand

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

G1 Hot Rod

[ren-renn-renny]

Hh

[mousestar369]

I mean, to be fair, LA's expensive, and firefighters aren't always paid well. All of the following is based on a handful of Google searches.

The average LAFD salary is $57,167. Now, that's before tax. Expected taxes for a single-person household making that much money in LA is ~19.77%, leaving Buck with only $45,866 as actual take home pay.

We don't know exactly where in LA his apartment is, but I'm gonna go with downtown LA, putting his monthly rent somewhere around $2,795. That's already $33,540 in rent alone. And since rent doesn't normally include things like electricity, we have to add that. The average LA electricity bill is around $318 a month, or $3,816 per year. So there's $37,356, or ~81.5% of his income on housing alone. Let's also assume he has Internet at his place. The lowest offer I can find is $30 a month, or $360 a year. So that's 37,716 right there, or a whopping 82.2%!! On just housing!!

And now food. The average single family household spends anywhere from $239 to $435 a month, so let's go right in the middle and say $337. That's $4,044 annually. Which makes it $41,760.

Oh, but there's more! We know Buck has a car, which means he has to have car insurance (it's a legal requirement in the state of California). On average, it's $2,700. So that's $44,460. Leaving him with only $1,406 leftover annually, or $117 monthly. And of course, that's not factoring in things like clothing, toiletries, any subscriptions he may have, or any enrichment items.

Is living like that doable? Sure, but I definitely wouldn't want to.

Tl;dr: Technically Buck could afford the rent, but he'd be broke as hell.

Do you think Buck keeps asking people to move in with him because he’s literally broke in this economy and can’t afford rent on a firefighter’s salary anymore?

[hemipenal-system]

hm. opinions on like amphitheres? lil feathery noodles with wings i think theyre cool

-h

hhhhhh coils

big feathery body gently restraining you while your cock slips into her. every time you struggle she just squeezes tighter and tells you not to fight so much; she's only holding you like this for your own good so you don't hurt yourself, and she's so warm and wet and tight you can't help but cum hard as her hole massages every last drop out of you and she licks your ear affectionately

[frauleinandry]

anti-shadow weapon makoto! been rotating this idea around in my brain ever since playing persona 3. yes, this is a reference to the 'beep-boop' line

[redux-iterum]

Unrelated to anything, have the bi-annual screenshot of the titles of documents and images in my Iterum folder on my desktop. Lynx makes fun of me for losing track of my stuff for a reason.