#anyway this is fun :)

[pocketramblr]

Ask game, please! AU where Yoichi, back in the Dawn of Quirks, discovers that he does have a quirk. He can steal the quirks from anyone he bites. Please.

Ehehe ok, two people asking

1- Yoichi discovers this the first time he's kidnapped. (It's one of his brother's goons on order to scare him.) They cover his mouth with one hand, holds the other away from his face, igniting a fire on it and threatening to light the whole building up if he fights. Yoichi bites his hand at the same time his brother kicks in the door, so he assumes the fire flickered out in fear and barely even realizes his body runs a little warmer than it used to.

2- until a dinner with his brother turns into a screaming match and Yoichi slams his hand down on the table, ready to march out- and then smells smoke. AfO is stunned that his little brother has a metapower after all, and one... Familiar, to him, but Yoichi thinks it only makes sense and is so happy to finally have one of his own.

3- he talks about being a fire themed hero and teases that he should have had red eyes where his greedy brother had green. AfO doesn't want him to suspect that his quirk might be something more, so he acts like it's just a little fire quirk, nothing for Yoichi to get too excited about, it's not very strong and he's still sick, don't want to catch a fever.

4- but Yoichi did realize what his quirk actually was. He feigns ignorance as well, until yet another argument with his brother leads to AfO trying to steal his quirk- unsuccessfully. Yoichi bites him in retaliation. He can't steal anything from him either. AfO quickly locks Yoichi up so he can't interact with anyone he could potentially take a quirk from.

5- this leads to Second inheriting a stockpile of a couple powers from Yoichi (fire, and a limited stamina boost), as well as the ability to steal more by biting- but he realizes he can't use any he stole. When OfA is passed to Third, Third can use any quirks Second stole - but none from Yoichi or that Third takes. This continues until All Might, who's able to use all of the quirks in the stockpile, but can't seem to steal any. He wonders if the quirk is full. It certainly seems to be, and Izuku is under the impression he can't steal any more either, and wouldn't want to with how difficult balancing the huge amount of powers from All Might already is. That is until the Muscular fight, when Izuku gets desperate and bites- and is suddenly able to use the muscle quirk where the villain can't. (Izuku finds using any he himself steals easier than the ones given to him, but he's determined to figure those out anyway.)

[arinrowan]

So our apartment is old and the plumbing sucks, especially in the bathroom. We've been complaining for months and last month a plumber finally came out and said the pipes would need to be replaced. We didn't hear anything else, and checked back in with management. They then sent out a DIFFERENT plumber, who also said the pipes would need to be replaced. We checked back in with management. Anyway after several weeks of this, we were told the pipes would be replaced Thursday.

On Thursday, someone showed up and told us to clear out everything under the bathroom sink. We asked why, since the pipes in the hallway were what needed to be replaced. On further questioning, he didn't know our hot water was out. He made some calls.

After spending the day drilling holes in the hallway, laying pipes, and not telling us anything, they left around 7pm. Friday they showed back up, disconnected the water without warning, and that evening, told us it was fixed and to wait 20-30 minutes for the hot water heater to kick back in.

Several hours later, we had no hot water in the bathroom. Or kitchen.

Emailed management. Management said they'd send someone out Saturday.

Saturday, someone shows up and disconnects the water in the entire building. After several hours, my roommate checks in with him.

He's there to fix a leak the repairs caused. He doesn't know anything about the hot water.

We email management again. Around 9:30pm on a Saturday we get included in a text conversation with the building repair guy who starts complaining about the plumbing problems in a different apartment. He also insists the plumber is working on the problem 'right now'. At, you know. 9:30pm on a Saturday.

The manager tersely reminds him we're included in the text conversation and this is about the hot water being off for more than 24 hours.

He complains, again, that this building is old.

Today we were part of a different text chain, where we learned the hot water heater is broken and the plumber is replacing it. Or a part of it. Something like that.

And then finally: WE HAVE HOT WATER!!!!

However, I take some pictures of the pipes in the hallway to share with people, because I mean. Look at it.

At this point several of my friends start screaming things like 'code violation' and 'bulging pipes' so anyway off to email management. Again.

[apreyess]

okay i wasnt gonna say anything but i was credit for my sleuthing. the garth-benny announcement happened in this spotify episode at around 16:56:

yes i updated the wikipedia page; yes i am so normal about this

[taniushka12]

👁👄👁

hello?

[sundayinthcpark]

wild how being active on tumblr means i actually have tumblr notifs

[nobodynotbymitski]

45 european but in my defence i can never spell liechtenstein and i always forget "latvia" is called that in english... T.T

Inspired by the USA states poll I just reblogged! Take this quiz to see how many European countries you can name in 8 minutes :^)

[bizarrebazaar13]

what if your doppelgänger wasn’t evil it was just a person. what if your doppelgänger wasn’t trying to replace you it was just trying to learn to be a person and you were the best model it had. what if your doppelgänger looked at you with your eyes and said with your voice that it just wanted to be loved. what then.

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[atomiccryptid]

Ok, so you've been isekai'd to the dnd world and may or may not die due to the class you've been assigned. Better question. Are you human? (spinner wheel of all dnd5e species)

[mysillycomics]

[blabberoo]

;]

[witchofthejuniper]

a god is a disease

[teratalia]

ooh now this is fun :) well...I know that trying to work it out with the husband is probably the healthier choice. I don't know or trust BIL and he's too ready to flirt with his own bro's wife, and I kinda want to storm into hubby's office, burst into tears, and rant at him about how I feel unloved and he's freaking me out by just watching and not showing affection, etc etc. Maybe try to make him genuinely afraid that I will simply leave him.

However. I kinda want to be messy and pit the bros against each other >:) like maybe appeal to BIL like "your bro doesn't treat me right :( help me?" and also go to hubby and be like "wow BIL is so nice to me, he actually holds my hand" and see if I can get them to duke it out. However again. I get the feeling that BIL would see right through it and then actually try to steal me away and create an even bigger mess...

Yan-Poll #18

[Warning: Yandere, Description of abuse (mental/physical) of a husband, being given the option to cheat]

When your marriage was arranged, no one told you about what it meant to become a spouse to such a husband.

You tried to be cordial, understand his habits, and be gentle in your correspondence with him. You didn't ask for luxuries or went out of your way to upset your husband. In a way, you two were roommates in a house that had too much space so it was easy to avoid each other and that's what mostly happened.

And yet, something about him was simply cruel.

Even when you tried to see the good in everything your spouse did, you couldn't help but feel slighted. When you burned your hand trying to bring him tea to his office, he scowled and jerked you around as he quickly tended to your burn, only for him to disappear right away once it was bandaged. He never asked how you felt or took a moment to console you, and he never followed up on his treatment even when your hand still hurt at dinnertime.

The one morning you went out of your way to greet and chat with the neighbors, trying to leave a good impression, your spouse swung open the door, yelling at you to get back into the house. It was so embarrassing as you said your goodbyes quickly and cowered back to your husband, who grabbed you by the collar like a mutt and dragged you inside, slamming the door shut behind you.

It wasn't until you told him about your plans to go to a nearby cafe with some of the neighbors, and he told you that you would not, that you realized this wasn't healthy. You still wanted to go, but he slammed the front door shut when you tried to leave, caging you between him and the wood until you were crying and swearing you wouldn't go.

And as if that wasn't enough, your husband also turned out to be a creep.

You noticed it the first time you laid in your new bed after the wedding. Your husband wouldn't show his face to you all evening, but when you happened to wake up in the middle of the night, he was there; not on his side of the bed, mind you, but on a chair next to you, gently holding your hand in his. When he noticed you were awake, he stormed off angrily, as if you had done something wrong, but he wouldn't explain what he was doing either. It didn't seem so bad back then, but the times you awoke to him standing over you accumulated.

It almost felt like he was stalking you in his own house, yet never admitted to it. You caught him waiting in front of the bathroom while you were taking a shower, even opening the door slightly and quickly closing it when you realized what he was doing. He could have talked about it with you—you were still married even if it was arranged by your parents. But he didn't.

The same thing happened whenever you did anything around the house. Cooking, reading, watching TV. You couldn't even text your friends without feeling him watching you. It made you anxious to do anything around the house. When you called your mother to ask if this was normal or if you were going crazy, you realized all your contacts had been deleted on your mobile except for your husband and your in-laws, and the landline was cut in the middle of your explanation once you recalled her number.

He was beginning to make you angry. You confronted him a few times, your husband having the audacity to sit calmly and collected at the dinner table, hearing your accusations and shrugging as if it was no big deal. He kicked you out of his office a few times, yet always appeared when you tried to leave the house out of spite, arguing with you and even locking you in the bedroom once for disobeying. You began hating your new life, and it was all his fault. He made no effort to appeal to you, and you were growing uncomfortable in his presence.

It was also so damn lonely and boring, being stuck in this house with your husband, who wouldn't join you for anything sincerely but rather watch you from the shadows. After that incident on your first night, he never touched you gently again, only if he was angry, and his touch was always painful. You were desperate for some kindness and connection with someone.

So the surprise was enormous when, one day, you got a visitor. You immediately built up a defense as you saw your brother-in-law smile brightly at you, waving and greeting you like family did. You didn't hate him but weren't well acquainted with him either. He wasn't your ally in this situation, considering he'd probably take his brother's side.

"It's hard, right?" your brother-in-law said, sipping the tea your husband had served after dinner (probably because he didn't trust you after the accident last time). "He's not an easy person to get along with."

Instead of answering, you sipped your tea quickly, wanting to neither confirm nor deny it. Your husband was currently in the bathroom, so you didn't have to fear anything, but there was no telling if his brother wouldn't spill everything you said to him when he returned. If possible, you wanted to avoid angering your husband more than he seemed to be with you constantly. To your surprise, your brother-in-law reached out for your hand when you set down your tea, brushing his thumb gently over the back of your hand. The gesture was inappropriate and yet... he was warm and compassionate. It almost made you cry after feeling rejected for so long.

"You're doing great dealing with him, but if you ever need a break, feel free to call me anytime. Maybe I can snatch you from that grouch," he winked at you playfully, "I'm sure you'd be happier with me."

Uncomfortable with the topic, you excused yourself the second your husband returned, quickly leaving the room even though you felt your brother-in-law's eyes follow you until you were out of sight. The offer was too inappropriate, although... it wasn't like you were happy here either. Then again, they were brothers. There was no telling if they were alike or not.

Even though you quickly got ready and settled into bed, it took quite some time until the guest left. To your surprise, you felt the weight of another person shift the mattress behind you. There was a faint stench of alcohol drifting to your nose as your husband wrapped his arms around you from behind, and you grew stiff as a board, feeling him spoon you like he never had before. Sometimes, you thought he hated sharing a bed with you, so it was unlikely he would cuddle up to you, his face nuzzled into your shoulder.

"Don't leave me," he whispered, and you didn't know what to say. You didn't plan to, but his drunken cuddles were freaking you out more than his usual distant self. "He's not a good man."

Did he mean his brother? How much had he heard of the one-sided conversation? Were you in trouble?

"I can't lose you, I love you too much..."

Your heart clenched with the sudden confession. There had been a time when you wished you two could have fallen in love like a normal couple even after being married and weathered the problems and adjustments that came after—together. But your husband wasn't that kind of person. Although you wanted to believe there could be betterment if only you two talked it out and maybe did some therapy, you weren't sure you could come back from the abuse you had endured so far.

But his brother? At least you still had his number, your husband not having cut off his own family. Technically he could help you escape this situation, but could you trust him? Trust that he'd help you get away from your husband and get back on your feet? Maybe even fall in love for real this time? Or would he turn out just like your husband—perhaps even worse?

The thoughts plagued your mind all night as you listened to your husband snore, his arms wrapped around you almost lovingly. But when the first rays of sunlight broke through the night, announcing the next morning, you knew you had to make a decision.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

[noka-exe]

Damian Wayne comes across a classic christmas carol known well among the children of gotham… pt [1/?]