#and i know people gotta make money to live

[shadowshuman]

His new home. (SONIC 3 SPOILERS AHEAD)

“Wait where are you going to stay?” You wondered to Shadow as everyone began to leave the restaurant together, Maddie heard you ask Shadow the question and happily answered. “He can stay with us if he wants to.” Making Shadow look at Maddie in surprise but he nodded either way, but he couldn’t help wonder where you lived. “Where do you stay?” He asked turning back to you while the others talked amongst themselves. “Uh, kinda with my parents… I wanna move out someday, I mean I know I have to but they’re just not the most encouraging people in the world.” You replied feeling a bit embarrassed. “Maybe… maybe I could help you save up money and if you’ll have me we could get a place together?” Shadow suggested, he knew bits and pieces about your experiences with your family and it wasn’t great. “Really? I’d love that…” You replied softly smiling at the black and red mobian as Tom opened his car up for everyone to get inside of, which Maddie instantly took as her chance to tease him over still being recovering so he couldn’t drive. “Can… can you stay with me tonight? It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just… ever since I woke up you’re all I have known,” Shadow asked getting a bit embarrassed himself. “Of course, if the Wachowski’s will let me…” You say a bit louder hoping they’ll all hear you. “Oh yeah! Of course you can stay over for the night, you did help us a lot after all,” Tom replied as you all got buckled in and Maddie drove you to your house first to pick up some stuff and then back to their house.

Once everyone got back home Sonic quickly suggested a movie night with the leftovers he took with him from the restaurant but Shadow didn’t want to join, he just wanted to rest, not sleep though… he always found it difficult to let himself fall asleep. You both walked up the stairs, after saying good night to the Wachowski’s with your bag in hand as Tom told you where the guest bedroom was. Opening the door and switching the light on, shadow couldn’t help but let his hand hold onto a part of your coat sneakily so you weren’t aware. “Alright, looks pretty good right Shadow?” You asked him, turning around making him drop his hand and look down. “Yeah, it’s okay.” He replied as you smiled at him and walked further into shadow’s new room. “I’ll go get ready for bed, I also brought you a brand new toothbrush… you’re gonna need it once you start eating our food here,” You said as you sat your bag on his bed and got your bathroom supplies out. You pulled out two toothbrushes, toothpaste, and mouthwash along with some skincare products and cute headbands with bows on them and Shadow followed you to the bathroom. He could feel his eyes begging him to just go to sleep, but he didn’t want to. He watched you as you put the headband on yourself, then tried to put one on him which he let you with a small laugh and huff as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he saw how ridiculous he looked.

After brushing your teeth together and washing your faces as well as moisturising them all you had left to do was to change into your pjyamas. Putting the bathroom supplies away apart from Shadow’s toothbrush you pulled out an overiszed hoodie and some shorts to wear underneath. “I gotta go back to the bathroom to change alright?” You asked shadow which startled him wide awake from his eyes dropping. “N-No! Wait! I… I can turn around okay? Don’t leave me in here in my own…” He said anxiously knowing he would fall asleep then if you left him in the room. “Hey… I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to…” You tried to say soothingly as you dropped your clothes on the bed and held shadow’s face in your hands, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down. “I don’t wanna sleep… and if you leave me here on my own I know I will,” He admitted. “We’ll do what you suggested then yeah? Hopefully one day, sleep won’t scare you so much,” You replied softly to him, as you let go of his face. Shadow quickly turned around so he was facing the corner of a room while you smiled at him and began changing your clothes. Shadow stayed in that position with his eyes taking in the grey wallpaper, black carpet beneath his shoes. “I’m doneee,” You said making Shadow slowly turn around, he thought you looked pretty cute. “Nice outfit,” He complimented as you giggled at him. “Why thank you Shad… come on,” You replied as you motioned towards the bed, turning the lights off as your backs hit the mattress, Shadow instantly moved closer till he was leaning with his head on your shoulder. “Is it because of how you were asleep for 50 years that makes you scared to sleep?” You wondered, back when he first arrived you assumed he didn’t like sleeping because he was restless to get his revenge, but he obviously still has it even when he doesn’t want revenge anymore. “Kind of… it’s that and well last time I went to sleep I lost Maria so I just associate them together.” Shadow replied sighing in frustration. “I think it just might take you some time to realise sleeping is never that long and nothing bad has to happen to make you sleep,” You replied as your hand reached up to stroke his back, making him subconsciously nuzzle into your shoulder as his eyes kept fluttering open and close. After a few moments of silence you started to hum a song quietly as you continued to stroke his back gently. “Well it’s alright… doing the best you can… well it’s alright… as long as you lend a hand…” Shadow had no clue how you knew that song, but he let a few tears fall as he felt himself slowly drift off to your voice, memories with Maria, the memories of you comforting him despite everything. He had a favourite one, that he couldn’t stop replaying.

[kerosene-saint]

ughhhhhhh I hate that good things cost money

[frogeyedape]

I am so unbelievably pissed off. FUCK HOAs

Oh, my trash/recycling bin can't be visible except on pickup day? Ok whatever fine I hate you but I can deal with this

Weekly inspections?????? FU FU FU FU FU

SECOND NOTICE ALSO WE'RE CHARGING YOU MONEY TO SEND YOU CERTIFIED MAIL OF THIS TOTALLY LEGIT TOTALLY SECOND NOTICE OF WHAT IS ACTUALLY A VIOLATION cue me: checks notes. Hmm. My recycling bin was. on the curb. on recycling pickup day. You know. The day it has to be out. The day it is motherfucking ALLOWED TO BE FUCKING OUT AND VISIBLE.

so. 1) not a violation

I have sent them the trash AND recycling pickup schedules, which are DIFFERENT, btw

I have disputed the fact of the violation

I have disputed the linking of this "violation" to a previous violation MONTHS AGO--their "first notice" in this case was a "Courtesy Notice" LITERALLY 5 MONTHS AGO and they've done so many inspections since then and my bin CLEARLY WASN'T OUT IN THOSE INTERVENING MONTHS so WTMFH

So I am posting like a crazy person here instead of sending the absolutely deranged email I almost sent (I did send a slightly less deranged version with the disputes, and requesting a hearing)

OMG. It has been. Less than one hour since I learned this fun fun news. My bin was out YESTERDAY, y'all. YESTERDAY. I am going to blow a gasket

[edwinisms]

see I can’t accept charles’ comic background and socioeconomic status as canon for the show because if I did that would mean the whole group would be a bunch of rich kids and that’s a horrifying concept

[todayisafridaynight]

mine's done a lot of sexy things in my opinion but top five to me still is asking daigo if he wanted to prioritize The Family or one man Not In The Family

[carcarrot]

do i really want to make individual drinks again

[lunar-fey]

ohhhh my god. okay. so. my aunt does like, she buys random junk in bulk from retail wholesalers and then resells it on like, facebook marketplace and ebay and stuff. whatever. so my mom works for her. makes a flat $50 a day, regardless of the fact that shes disabled and doing hard labor for at least 8 hours a day, often 10+. and min wage here is $10 an hour but mom argued that $50 a day is still more than what she would make working the same hours at an actual job because of taxes...like girl that would be 50% taxes. you do not pay that fucking much. so thats already Bad.

but today mom shows me a video of a knife theyre gonna sell, and i watch 2 seconds and i realize its an automatic knife, and i tell her hey. thats illegal to possess in this state. let alone sell! and mom is like ohhh [aunt] knows what shes doing itll be fine.... we sell knives on there all the time she just doesnt put pictures and calls them something else on the listing to get around fb/ebays policies :)

LIKE. HELLO. THATS NOT BETTER. YOURE COMMITTING MULTIPLE CRIMES. *AS YOUR JOB.* and she was just like "its not a big deal she knows what shes doing." folks, this is the same aunt that, very illegally, paid me to sort through her clients confidential tax documents and bank records and stuff. because she works for a bank. and took the records home to sort them. i dont think she DOES know what shes doing, actually!

[friendlynaborhooddisapointment]

the dream would be a 15hour week workday at a low stress job not that far from home but not too close it feels intimate to your home, a small mangable appartment that wont fall apartwith furnishings i like,bills that arnt stress inducing in a way that make me think about money all the time, and just chill and do my hobbies when im not doing all the other things people have to do in their adult to not be that sad life like cook and clean and talk to people

[snekdood]

everyone who says they hate rap is required to listen to this song first

[watermelonsenpai]

Let's see how many anxiety and sleep meds I can take before I black out because I can't deal with being conscious anymore. Everything is fake and nothing is real, the rules are fake, they're made up and they don't matter.

[a9saga]

the brilliant green - stand by me // the day I run out of tbg videos to post will be the day I stop posting weekly song recs on this blog

[medicinemane]

At least even when I was a teenager and identified as communist, I was still never a soviet apologist

(And as I got older I came to dislike the USSR more and more and more, also seeing that soviet apologism kinda tended to fuck things up for western communists cause they'd be so busy running defense for people who didn't like or care about them, that actually getting policies passed to help western workers came second to being a tankie)

(Straight up, while I was volunteering in Quebec, one of the people I stayed with had this book by her uncle about being a Canadian communist, and he basically pinned soviet apologism as the whole reason he left the party cause they were more interested is doing PR for the kremlin than they were interested in like... unionizing in Canada)

Anyway, tankies suck, soviet apologism suck, and I'm glad to be able to say that even when I was a communist I didn't fall into that trap... like thank fuck for that, you know?

[wibbly-wobbly-kylie-wylie-blog]

I wish I was rich so I could help everyone

[batqueers]

been having more bad days than not but its fine long as im dissociated sleep or busy

[teaboot]

Kinda gotta admire the tiktok instagram cottagecore tradwife hoes a little bit.

Like. THEY know that the perfect pretty obedient natural-makeup gently-coiffed rural June Cleaver, barefoot-and-pregnant in a sweet little peasant dress, baking fresh bread24-7 housewife doesn't exist.

They KNOW she doesn't exist. They know she CAN'T exist- that nobody can maintain that façade without burning out eventually-

but they also know that the political divide between men and women is deeper than ever in North America, that men as a demographic are getting increasingly angry and conservative and lonely (fuck off terfs and radfems i can sense your bioessentialism coming), and that women aren't legally beholden to them anymore.

This is one of the first generations in North America where women aren't entirely reliant on finding a husband and keeping him happy to survive, to hold a bank account or live apart from their parents, and so what men are dealing with is several hundred years of being told that REAL men have hot fuckable agreeable wives and...a present reality where nobody is lining up to apply for that position.

So what these shills have done- and they ARE shills- is that they've seen that divide, that niche that isn't being filled, that role that's so unpleasant but so desired- and they've constructed a caricature for profit.

Women aren't naturally more gentle, or parental, or submissive. Women aren't naturally, effortlessly smooth and soft and hairless and desiring of simple tasks to fill their time and a big, strong provider to protect them.

But generations of marketing and media have told us it's POSSIBLE, if not for those pesky man-hating feminist libs and their oversensitive woke culture lashing out at Normal Folks for no good reason.

Like- they're selling themselves, the characters they're playing, as an IMAGE, as a FANTASY, and they rely on people BELIEVING in that fantasy to keep the money rolling in.

The people who buy into it sincerely, the women who give up their degrees and careers and financial freedom for this "simple, peaceful life" we ALL desire in some form, away from stress and technology and horrible things on the news... only to get trapped with six children and a partner with all the power who could up and strand them at any moment... they're just collateral.

Like, "Shame it didn't work out for you, have you tried losing weight and trying harder? Maybe some extra Adult Time? He wouldn't have to chase someone younger and prettier if you'd just take care of yourself and put out more."

I on't hate this faux-humble faux-simple wannabe-amish bullshit just because I grew up rural and know it's fucking stupid, hard work and blood and shit and cow piss and placement in the rain kinda crap.

I ALSO hate it because these women are straight-up class traitors, selling off not just their own image as people, but everyone else's, just to make some paper on a grift.

You know Marie Antoinette used to wear sweet little milkmaid-style dresses and play with lambs in the field, just like the poors?

Never mind that she OWNED the land, and the field, and the people, the cute little frocks, and didn't help the sheep birth, or bury the dead premies, or slaughter for meat, or fight off wolves and dogs, ferrets and foxes and rats with a stick in the winter.

It was just fashionable to pretend.

Sweet and coquettish and Quaint.

THAT is why I hate that shit, and THAT is why I give a fuck.

[moriphyte]

mom: do you wanna take this food home?

me: