#Afterclass

[girosnegros]

Arde Roma, Neron: Afterclass La Prende en México

Mexico, CDMX | Agencia de Noticias Guayacán leAks. El colectivo de hip hop Afterclass hizo su debut en la CDMX en la sala de conciertos Indie Rocks ofreciendo un showcase con talentos locales y una presentación de rap duro para sus ansiosos fans mexicanos quienes muy puntuales los esperaban.

5 PM. Mientras las tranquilas nubes de la tarde flotaban sobre las impermeabilizadas azoteas shedron de la colonia Roma, en las puertas del Indie Rocks un grupo de chicas y chicos aguardaban de pie, no son pocos, jóvenes, hombres en su mayoría. Llevan ahí un rato esperando, pero con ánimos suficiente para para ver al Afterclass. Me les uní y aproveché para sondear en persona la popularidad del rap colombiano. Según Spotify, un número importante de sus oyentes son mexas. Una chica en la fila, con la que me puse a hablar, sabía más de grupos de allá que los de aquí e incluso me recomendó algunos.

A la sala entramos una hora más tarde de lo citado por "razones" de una logística torpe. La primera tanda de shows estuvo conformada por un pequeño desfile de talentos de cuatro o cinco presentaciones de micrófono abierto, asistida por Slider Beats quien puso las pistas de los MC's que vinieron de todas partes del Distro, incluso del Estado de México, a medir sus skills en un espacio de tres canciones por inscripción. Uno de ellos se atavió con una máscara creyendo que así se rifa más.

En cuanto a los artistas de soporte para representar al underground nacional, Doped Mind salió bajo el alias de MC Sick Man y sin la Primero Company. Manoteó, plaqueó, y tiró unos CDs para despertar al público que cabezeaba, pero del aburrimiento. Le precedió Iván Rahzul que se subió solo, aunque se mostró seguro, le echó ganas, no le fue tan bien. Después vino DJ Bad Panda con un set bien soso que no hizo ni mover el pie a nadie. Por último, una desganada Montbel tampoco conectó con la gente quienes a parte de estar medio hartos de un volumen irregular, de tediosas pausas entre actos, todavía tuvieron que soportar encima un puñado de shows soporíferos. ¿Distintos? Sí, pero con mala suerte ese día.

Hasta ahí con los teloneros. Para las 10pm el Indie ya estaba lleno y no cabía nadie más. Para fortuna de todos el volumen regresó con una energía renovada. Desde los decks DJ Kairo se encargó de prender de nuevo los ánimos de los heads chilangos para por fin darle entrada a Maco Matt, Luis7lunes, y Vic Deal. Cada uno de ellos con harto material de sobra como para hacer un show en solitario, pero que juntos is da shit, hermano. Además llevan bajo el brazo su próximo material, «Rap Cum Laude». Desde que arrancaron con 'Voladores del cerro', partieron la sala de rock sin tregua alguna durante cerca de dos horas en las que la raza no dejó de emocionarse. 7lunes nunca dejó de ver de frente, Maco era el más intenso de los tres, y a Vic se le veía de buen humor; cada uno con su propio carisma se convirtieron en las antorchas de la noche. "Pana, que el rap colombiano está que arde ahorita mismo" me dijo la misma chica de la fila, y le creí.

El Afterclass dio clases casi dos horas de cómo montarse un directo con ritmos gordos, juegos de coros, interludios en acapella, y una rotación continua de turnos, pero siempre tirando juntos pa' adelante con un repertorio de canciones robustas como 'R. A. Y. ' (una de mis favoritas), 'Roger Fender', 'Lavanda', '5 millones', u otras más nuevas como 'El emblema' que no dejaron a nadie indiferente. El hip hop que despliegan es un rap crudo y contagioso con un performance muy coordinado (prueba del tiempo que llevan de conocerse) y vibrante, pero aún así con poca interacción. Aunque los parceros prometieron regresar quién sabe cuándo, por ahora sus fans mexicanos quedaron contentos. A pesar de algunos inconvenientes que pudo arruinarlo, el concierto resultó mejor de lo que esperaba, con un público muy leal que cantó, brincó, y que aguantó vara hasta el final.

No sé qué futuro tengan los raperos colombianos, pero por lo menos parece brillante. La próxima visita de los No Rules Clan confirmada por los Afterclass antes de bajarse son ejemplos del crecimiento de la popularidad de sus artistas que literalmente se hacen cada vez más presentes. Así que burn, baby, burn!.

ᵢ ₜₕₑ Wᵢₜₜₙₑₛ

[ndsailo]

waiting for another class

[ithisatanytime]

(afterclass)

[bell-the-reader]

Life in a college student

If you don't care to read about my life, cool move on from this post. If you are interested, feel free to read but I sincerely do not care.

So I met some people tonight who were having a lightsaber battle at the college park. Me and my lab partner who barely exited our lab saw them and we were excited to see what was happening. If anyone was going to get in a lightsaber fight, it would be me.

I was able to talk to these two guys who were roommates and have a lightsaber battle with the both of them for a good while. I was able to get a good workout and meet some new people which was super awesome.

One of the guys, let's call him Shawn, was talking with me, and man it was fun. We talked for a good while and we walked to where my car was parked, and even then we were still talking.

I was able to get his Instagram and he will post some of the shots he took of me and his roommate fighting. It was cool meeting people out of the blue.

[papercoffeandher]

Ugh. Nothing really.

Photograph from yesterday evening's after class coffee.

Seriously need to get work done.

Paper: Work notebook.

Coffee: Tall, hot, Mocha with whipped cream at Starbucks Cafe.

Take care, fellows. :)

[balletfolkloricoleyenda]

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[hikikomoriheadphonegirl]

[corphneux707]

Dr. Ratio x Child! Reader

Headcanons of child reader who he accidentally isekai'd due to an accident during an experiment. Written as platonic and gender neutral!

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

First off, he'd actually feel bad for accidentally transporting you.

Like c'mon, you're literally a kid. So that means he'll take the responsibility of taking care of you for the meantime, until he finds a way to send you back.

Your opinion of him started to get better overtime. At first, he looked scary. Especially when the first hour of you being transported, he looked scary as he berated some poor soul working in the experiment.

He starts off slow in trying to get along with you, which wasn't THAT tough considering he's the only adult you could depend on.

But he's quite considerate of you.

You'll have your own room and your own stuff. It just took quite a bit of coaxing for you to show what you like without 'shying away'

Actually, you weren't shy at all. You were scared, as Ratio deduced.

It made more sense, everything in this world was new to you.

The toughest part that he had to handle with you is with your attachment to your family. The crying, tantrums, the constant "I miss them..."

It was hard to watch you get depressed

This is where Ratio steps in. He comforts and distracts you from your problems.

This is how he gets close to you overtime by being the adult you could lean on for comfort and overall for everything a child needs.

He'd wipe your tears.

Wipe a tissue on your runny nose. (Albeit, in his dismay).

He'd let you hug him as you cried yourself to sleep. His hugs weren't comfortable, but it was secure.

He even listens to you words, even when you choke on sobs between your garbled sentences.

Feed you after assuring that the foreign looking food is tasty and good for you.

Play games with you

Answers all your questions no matter how absurd they are

His face through all of this? Usually a straight face per usual.

Every once in a while, he'd smile when he manages to give you something that you like.

He's especially happy when you start to pick up some habits of his or manage to apply his teachings to you.

There's something about it that strokes his ego and makes him proud of you.

Speaking of teachings, in the early times where you started living with him, he couldn't just leave you alone at home.

Which is why, sometimes you'd be brought along into the guild.

You'd be sat in a corner where you could be easily seen playing with some kind of silent digital toy.

At first, it was surprising for you to watch a student get hit by a chalk because they weren't paying attention. Nowadays, its kind of expected.

Afterclass, you are SWAMPED by countless students fawning over you.

Aeon help them if you smile at them and show them what you like. You're way too precious for their hearts.

The difference between how he treats his students and you is outstanding. He's usually gentle with you, but still somewhat stern.

Your toys mostly have some underlying lesson that'll help you develop your brain. Like, puzzles or mazes.

Show him what you accomplished and you get a smug face from him after he says you did a good job.

Proud dad, really.

Would brag about it.... by incorporating it into his unsults.

"If your problem still hasn't been solved, is it possible that the problem is you? Even a my child could do better."

Or something like that.

On the other hand of your accomplishments is Ratio's dismay of your antics

You're a child, yes. But he finds himself always questioning what the hell goes on in your little head.

You learn all the types of sighs this man has

Theres the annoyed sigh. Bored sigh, and many more.

The most type of sigh you get is the 'What the hell? I'm too tired for this' with the 'What the actual fuck does that mean?' look

Imagine saying present slang like gyatt, fanun tax, rizz.

Like-

You'll see a student admiring Dr. Ratio while he's seated beside you during lunch and you'll say to him "Wow, you have a lot of rizz"

Or when you're trying on matching outfits and then you ask, "Do you feel bonita?"

He's ???? but picks up on it by context clues.

Eventually he'll be incorporating it when he talks to you.

It's like your silly little codes (to you atleast) between the two of you !!

Baths with him are really nice. You get pampered alot by getting a head massage as he shampoos your head, at the same time you get to play with the bubbles and his rubber duckies!

When its bed time, he tucks you in and makes sure that you are asleep.

Usually when he works late, he'll come into your room to check on you. He'll fix your blanket so it completely covers you and pats your head softly before going to sleep in his own room :3

That's all for now. I'm in the process of making a fic and adding more stuff. I didn't even think I'd go this far but oh well.

Thank you for reading one of my first few posts!!

[loggiepj]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Cheerleader Wanda x Nerd Fem Reader Short Stories

Pietro has consulted his friend Christine who's into graphic design to help improve the layout of the school's newspaper. And that means afterclass meetings with the group, especially between the two of you.

Through time spent together, you and Christine turn into somewhat friends but she only talks to you often even if Pietro is around. You don't put much thought into it, until one afternoon when she asks you out on a date.

"Oh," is all you can reply at first, reasoning afterwards that you have no plans to date for the meantime and to focus on studies first. Although, in your heart, there's already a reserved space for the one and only Wanda. And she's still occupying that space.

Christine however is not sad when you turn her down. It only spurs her determination.

The relentless flirting from Christine does not stop, and even Pietro has noticed it during meetings.

He brings it up by mistake one Saturday night to Wanda when they two have dinner alone together, not knowing Wanda likes you that way.

"What do you mean?" Wanda snaps.

Pietro wonders why his sister's mood suddenly changes. She was just happy narrating earlier about her walk home with you.

"Christine has been flirting with Y/n during our afterclass meetings and it's bothering me whether I made the right decision inviting her to the group. I don't want Y/n to be uncomfortable and all."

Wanda falls silent, thinking about you. No, she totally does not accept this. You are hers and only hers.

"And how did she react?"

Pietro purses his lips. "I can never tell with Y/n. Maybe, I'm just the one bothered. I just want this month's issue to be great, you know. And if my staff is not one hundred percent focused, I might even lose the next month's budget increase."

And her brother's answer doesn't sit well in Wanda's stomach.

She has to know from you. That's why on Monday, she dashes towards the school's darkroom with the "Do Not Enter" sign on the door to look for you.

"Piet?" you call into the darkness, looking behind you only to find his sister. "Oh, hi, Wanda."

"Are you and Christine going out?" Wanda asks, fuming.

You stutter, "No, why would you think that?"

"Do you like her?" she asks, now avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head no. "No, I don't."

Your answer softens Wanda's composure, making her look at you. Her heart soars with delight. "That's.  . . That's good."

"Why do you ask?" You approach her.

"Nothing," she hurriedly replies. "I got to go. I have an 8am Biology class."

Confused, you find yourself nodding back. "Okay."

Wanda smiles as she brushes a strand of hair over your ear, making you blush. "You look more beautiful with your hair down like this."

You are thankful the darkness hides your red cheeks.

Then she leaves you there frozen. It isn't until Pietro arrives when you realize you still have work to do.

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[recitedemise]

He's met menaces before. Hells, one can rightly decide he orchestrates in hells. But seeing dear Solstice loom vampiric by the doorway... Oh, no. She, he tells himself, is its circles, all nine.

Gale humors her a hellion. He can see her horns.

This woman is, he concedes, a touch unnerving. He furrows his brows, a twinge of heat in his chest. He's hardly a boy, little one to sputter before some harmless prodding, but the ease with which her teasing leaves her--in a way, he feels like a scurrying mouse, and her? Quite feline. "I would suggest you stay after class so that I may impress it upon you, but I hardly need to entice you further to come looming by my door. If you're so in need of my lectures, Ms. Sweetgrass," ohhhh, "then I must inform you: open enrollment is in several days or so. It would be my immeasurable honor to school you properly."

Incredible!

She delights in this, and he knows it. Her smile, wicked and simpering, pulls playful across her face, the color of roses and rhubarb and bold-hued persimmons. She works him greedily, so proud to boil any tint to his cheeks, and Gale, at times, surrenders to the reddening. But sometimes, even better, he barbs right back. A little prickle, he's hesitant to admit, runs with a thrill across his skin. He's quite proud of that one, head canted low, noble brow rising and his eyes on her, and if she ever once believed him a...fuddy-duddy, was it?, perhaps he isn't. Game on, indeed.

"You're incorrigible," Gale answers, half-way exasperated. Her audacity is the stuff of legends, and as Solstice nears, he pulls from his desk, looking up, up, up, his fountain pen tapping. She's brilliant, the afternoon light slanting fire in her hair, and the wagging of her tongue like daggers. Hm. Rightening his glasses, he waits for her next move. "The day's over. I'd have thought you'd have long bolted from here. Haven't you the end-of-the-year party to prepare for?"

Or is seeing Gale Dekarios sputter her weekend pursuit?

@recitedemise : gods, for the likely millionth time, solstice—! ❝ It's doctor dekarios. I would have you remember it. ❞ how authoritative, gale. and prim. he looks up from his desk, glasses tipped low against his nose, and regards this tittering minx of a woman with an air of passing study, bemoaning her gift at trying his nerves.

ah, but he just makes it too easy! solstice smiles widely as she leans against the doorway, the scuffed soles of her vintage boots toeing at the threshold as though she's part-vampire. permit her in, though, and she may never leave.

❝ oh, you'll have me remember it? ❞ is that amusement in her voice, or something else? as she pushes her orange-tinted sunglasses up onto her wild mane of hair, the violet of her eyes dances with gleeful insolence: the kind of joy one gets from poking a sibling over and over and over until they erupt into flames. only, solstice doesn't see a sibling when she looks at gale –– doctor dekarios, she thinks with a private roll of her eyes –– does, she? ❝ what'll you do to make me remember? ❞ she teases, as though they're at a bar, and not still on campus. inappropriate? certainly, but oh, so fun. she wonders if he even realizes she's flirting with him.

this wouldn't be nearly as entertaining if gale wasn't so clearly all strung up over it. it's not that solstice enjoys getting on his nerves, it's just... well, at the risk of sounding crude: he looks good all flushed and pinched, his lips pursed. is it her fault if she's so skilled at getting under his skin? besides, it's not as though this will go anywhere, anyway. professor gale dekarios is clearly far too much of a fuddy-duddy to ever hook-up with a coworker. so this? it's just good ol' fashioned fun. discrediting her status as a creature of the night, solstice steps into his office, propping herself up on the edge of his desk with a half-laugh. ❝ alright, don't get your panties in a twist. ❞ she pauses, glancing down at him. ❝ you know what? I'm so sorry, doctor dekarios, I won't do it again. ❞ another pause. ❝ probably. ❞

[svynie]

This Year, Maybe...

SYN0P5IS: For three years, he quietly watched them from afar. For three years, his true feelings were never said. But in their final year, things change. Will he be able to express these thoughts before time runs out? Or will their quiet bond remain just that, until the very end?

TAGS: Kazuha x Reader, Fluff, Angst (lol), Slow Burn, Unaware Idiots, Modern AU, High School Setting, Kazuha's POV written in 3RD PERSON

SERIES: ONGOING

A/N: this was supposed to be just a rlly long fic but as I started writing more ideas came to mind... so have a full length series ! ALSOO let me know too if you wanna be tagged ! <3 MOREOVER!! The one or two word next to the dates arent the official title!! Theyre just a rlly... really.. vague idea on what the chapter is about ! - bot version PRONE TO CHANGES!! Especially the dates, the title of the series, and the scenario of each..

April: The Beginning of the Fourth and Last Year

Chapter 1: April 10, Fourth Year - THE START

Chapter 2: April 25, Fourth Year - AFTERCLASS CLEANUP

May: A Chance At Friendship

Chapter 3: May 8, Fourth Year - MID YEAR FESTIVAL (PREPARATION)

Chapter 4: May 9 - (ACTUAL) MID YEAR FESTIVAL

Chapter 5: May 20, Fourth Year - LUNCH GROUP

Chapter 6: May 30, Fourth Year - MISSED CHANCE...

June: Summer Brews

Chapter 7: June 12, Fourth Year - FIREWORKS FESTIVAL

Chapter 8: June 25, Fourth Year - QUIET POEM

July: Hushed Longing

Chapter 9: July 5, Fourth Year - ART DAY

Chapter 10: July 22, Fourth Year - CLASS PICNIC

Chapter 11: July 29, Fourth Year - EXAMS

August: Middle

Chapter 12: August 15, Fourth Year - SUMMER JOBS

September - December: The Fall into Deeper Feelings

Chapter 13: September 10, Fourth Year - SPORTS DAY

Chapter 14: October 15, Fourth Year - SCHOOL TRIP / HIKING

Chapter 15: December 24, Fourth Year - CHRISTMAS PARTY

January to March: The Closing

Chapter 16: January 10, Fourth Year - LOVE LETTER..?

Chapter 17: February 14, Fourth Year - BITTERSWEET MISUNDERSTANDINGS

Chapter 18: March 25, Fourth Year - END.

divider belongs to @/rookthornesartistry

kazuha fanart belongs to @/inqueueu on twt

all writing belongs to me (@svynie). do not repost on another site without my explicit permission, translate or plagiarize

[dizzydreamerz]

Vance Hopper Relationship Hcs

• Vance isn't really big on dating and hook-up culture. Like I said, he tends to keep to himself.

• But when he is a relationship... nothing really changes lol

• He is nicer, but he treats you more like a friend than a partner (in public)

• His love language is physical touch. He'll rest his hands on your shoulder or waist while behind you, If you're shorter than him, he'll put his arm on ur head when standing.

• He likes teasing physical contact, so flicking, pinching, or even sometimes nipping. he thinks it's funny.

• When he's in a relationship he's not a very jealous person. his mindset is "if his partner does something stupid then there's no reason to waste energy trying to salvage the relationship, they just aren't the one".

• He's only been in a handful of relationships, probably 3 so he knows something about what goes down.

• He's not big on communication so trying to understand the problem is all up to behavior and actions.

• Vance doesn't really get jealous but is possessive.

• When he does get possessive he gets really embarrassed and doesn't openly express it.

• He doesn't like being possessive ether, he thinks it's weak and "people should get attached because everyone leave eventually"

• But when he sees you talking to some random he can't help himself

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• The hallways buzzed with the usual afterclass chaos. You were standing by your locker, going through your stuff, when you heard an unfamiliar voice. You glanced up to find Eric, some guy from your history class, leaning against the locker next to yours.

• “Hey, we still good for the project later?” he asked, flashing you a smile. “Yeah, totally,” you answered with a smile of your own. You hadn’t really talked to him outside of class, but you didn’t mind. He was easy to talk to, and you quickly fell into a conversation about the assignment.

• You were so absorbed in the conversation that you didn’t notice Vance watching from across the hallway. He’d been in the middle of talking with someone when he caught seen you, laughing lightly at something Eric said. His brow furrowed instantly.

• It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you (he did) but seeing another guy getting so close, talking to you so easily, something just didn’t sit right with him. His hand tightened into a fist as he stared across the hallway.

• He should’ve just walked away, let you have your space. But before he could think any more about it, he was weaving through the crowded hallway, his footsteps quick and determined.

• You hadn’t noticed him approach until it was too late.

• Without a word, Vance reached for you, his hand slipping around your waist. His fingers brushed against your side, and before you could react, he gently but firmly pulled you away from the locker. You didn’t resist. His touch was familiar, and there was something in the way he moved that made it feel… like it was meant to be this way.

• “Vance?” you said, a little surprised as you looked over at his side profile.

• He didn’t respond at first, keeping his hand lightly around your waist as he guided you down the hallway. You could feel his fingers tense slightly, his thumb brushing across your side in a way that felt protective.

• As he pulled you along, you looked over your shoulder, trying to figure out what just happened. Eric had stepped back, looking confused as hell, but you hadn’t even gotten the chance to explain.

• “Vance, what’s going on?” you asked, trying to get him to meet your gaze.

• You stopped walking, standing still in the middle of the hallway, which made him pause too. His grip on your waist loosened just a little, but he didn’t let go completely, unsure of how to explain himself.

• Finally he looked at you, his eyes a little softer than usual, though still holding that same intent. “I don't want you talking to him."

• You blinked. “Eric? He was just talking about the project. You know, the one for history?”

• Vance nodded, his hand still wrapped around your waist. “Yeah, I know. I just didn’t like it.”

• Your brows furrowed. “Didn’t like it? So you just pulled me away?”

• He shifted his weight, looking at the ground for a moment, “I don’t know. I didn’t want to you talking to him. It felt wrong.”

• “Vance,” you started, your voice softer now, less confused. “You don’t own me.”

• “I know,” he muttered quickly, his tone almost apologetic “I just.. 'dont know”

• You stared at him for a moment, taken aback by the softness in his words. Vance wasn’t usually like this—he was blunt, often too blunt for his own good—but now, there was something different about the way he spoke. It was almost... shy?

• “I just,” he continued, running his hand through his curls. “I don’t like.. you know?”. He didn’t know how to say it without sounding "soft," but you knew what he meant.

• You weren’t sure what to say, though, so instead, you just smiled, reaching up to place a hand on his arm.

• “You don’t have to worry about that” you said gently. “You’re the one I’m with.”

• Vance’s gaze flickered to your hand, and then back to your face, the tension in his shoulders easing. A small, smile tugged at his lips. “I know. I just don't like sharing.”

• You laughed softly, the sound of it making him smile more. “Well, you’re not sharing me, Vance,” you said, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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• So safe to say Vance is not a fan of sharing

• Vance doesn't like you bring at his home, mostly because family issues, but when you do come over it's feels like its just you and him.

• He likes to tone out the outside noise so he has tons of vinyls that he plays when he wants to shut everything out

• When he's in private hes softer than his normal hard demeanor

• He likes knowing that it's just him and you so he's more relaxed when it comes to doing couple stuff in private

• Vance doesn't really give compliments but he likes to stare. Alot.

• You could be on his bed doing homework, sleeping, or ranting about your day and he'll just be staring

• It's not his fault your so gorgeous

• Unfortunately he's has a resting bitch face so many times you mistakes his loving stare with an angry gaze.

A/N : sorry this sucks 😭

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I stopped going to Family Suppers every weekend?

So in my family it's just four: My Father (76M) and Aunt (72F) live together in the same house, divided in two. My Brother (38M) and me (34F) live on our own in separate houses. We are expected to go have supper with FA(FatherAunt Combo) every weekend and holidays.

This is basically a four hour event every S and S which occupies half the day and my Brother and I both work all week long and have only weekends to rest. My B is a teacher (in school and afterclasses) and I am a Customer Care Specialist, which means we both have to constantly deal with people and we are wrung out one by rambunctious children and unhappy costumers that behave like them respectively.

FA are very needy, wanting constant validation, and are the sort that complain if, for example, I do not call them everyday to check on them, expressing how "callous" and "ungrateful" I am for not "getting interested in them". But I honestly deal with clients all week and I'm all talked out, so to say. Sometimes when I finish I just want to not talk again in the whole day and lie down and not feel like another cog in the machine. I am still expected to fix everything wrong with them or their houses when I finish though, which is what exhausts me.

It might seem easy to say don't give in, but thing is, they have done so much for me and my B. My A helped me rebuild my house and F helped my brother fix his: they're always there when we need them and I love them to bits. They worry and love us and if we're in trouble they're the first to be there. My father helped me with my tumors and the expenses and my Aunt helped me get out of awful situations.

Thing is, this is reciprocal as much as it can be: B and I have always been ready to help where we can, but we don't have the same resources they do (both boomers who basically were hired before they even finished university whilst B and I had to fight years of unemployment and minimum wage and their relentless mockery of it) so what we can do is limited. We still do our best. To an almost unhealthy point. When things break, I fix them - even if I have an art degree and what broke is the washing machine or my fathers boat (my father has a sailing boat and I can barely reach the end of the month with 50uds in my bank account jfc). I cannot buy them a house, but I do my best to repay them for everything as I am.

But this expecting me to come every weekend and be in my Best Mood, never complain or rant and basically entertain them, prepare the table and food and clean the dishes and fix the Tv that broke and the phone that is not working is sucking me dry. My B stopped going at some point, because he finishes work at 21:30 and weekends are his only days off and he said he's exhausted and cannot deal with these expectations, but now I take the brunt of the FA complaining on how awful he is, the asshole he has become, how ungrateful, for not being constantly at their whim and call. And a part of me knows they are toxic, but this is also the people who brought me up, helped me at my worst and the only people who really stood by my side when I needed someone, so maybe it really is asshole behavior to not repay them in some way.

I have tried talking to them about it, explaining that sometimes my body will not work right and my brain shuts down and I need to unplug, but they do not understand and get offended at the simple notion that being with them to us is not as simple as just enjoying their company. Because truth is, to me it is almost an extension of my job: It is CC voice and face and mood, always jovial because I get shit or "have you tried not being sad/tired/angry" and fixing the toilet flush. Do not raise your voice, clean their house (return to clean yours) and maybe get back home at 4 to rest a bit. This every weekend. And I owe it to them for having taking care of me for years when I was at my worst. I already managed to avoid going to make their grocery shopping too, but they're also a certain age and they need the help. Jesus why is this so hard, they're not even my kids and they should be able to take care of themselves and I feel like a mother but they do need the help.

So the question is, WIBTA if I just... did not go? Follow my brother's example, even if I know how they will take it, and just reduce the number of times I go to them? Or would I actually prove myself to be the asshole they consider him to be?

Ah also I am expected to go visit my F after work too, or call him or else I am the unfilial daughter who does not remember she has a father, haha. Man, just writing this makes me exhausted and feeling like a dick because they're old and need the help.

What are these acronyms?

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☆ day 9 ★

todays mizuki is from the 1koma "Kamiyama 2-B: Afterclass Explanations" !!

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Hey cas i just wanted to rant about this teacher i have lol

Okay so she's my english teacher and she's like really rude and also bad at teaching? Like she called a girl the r word in the middle of class in front of the whole class. (I wasn't there but ik someone who was) and she also like told this guy he was being fucking ridiculous and needed to get his shit together (those exact words, she said fuck and shit). She says we ask stupid questions and act like we're stupid first graders when we get confused or don't know how to answer questions. She went on this rant about how she doesn't have to be nice to us because she doesn't have to be friends with 9th graders? Like that doesn't mean she can be a bitch?

She also expects us to be in class like 3 minutes early, sat down with our notebooks (OPEN god forbid someone doesn't have their notebook open), laptops out but NOT open, pencil, and book. But still doesn't let us even pack up until she says we can leave which is alway after class is over. One time she held us back so long afterclass that multiple people missed the bus and had to take the later bus home.

This one time she asked me a question and i said i don't know (and elaborated why i was confused) and she was like no you can't sat i don't know in my class you have to THINK and then asked me the question again. So i thought for like 30 seconds (genuinely thought) and she was like you need to answer the question when i ask you

Also, this one is really weird. So we're reading this book "the best we could do" by thi bui are you familiar? If you are, you probably know it's a bit weird at times and a bit uncomfortable to talk about in class. There was this one line in it about how her parents had their first child less than 9 months after they married (We were doing partner work, and each had a different panel tell the class about). This guy asked a question about it and she was like "they had SEX before they were married, it's not that hard to understand" very loudly. When he had to present his panel with his partner he offhandedly mentioned the line and she was like no say what that means and tried to get him to say it in front of the entire class like 3 times before saying that they had sex before they were married. Then she was like you need to be comfortable discussing these things i mean i've had sex. It was just weird.

Anyway i always have had weird teachers literally half or my middle school teachers were pervs or pedos d:

Okay like...sometimes I wonder why people go into teaching if they're just gonna act like this.

I think the thing is, most of these things can be like...argued down. Like if reported, the teacher can make excuses for most of them, unfortunately. (Even though she shouldn't).

EXCEPT the r-word. Like...there's no excuse for that? So I would try to get the person who heard it to report her. Yeah, some teachers are annoyingly strict about supplies and timing and keeping you late but using the literal r-word isn't okay no matter what. And the other things about the book and all that...that's weird. I feel like she could make excuses for it but yeah, it's uncalled for.

So yeah, I would have the friend who heard that report her. That's unacceptable.

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taking old school webcam pics because we're bored #afterclass