#carbon is awesome

[reasonsforhope]

"A first-of-its-kind report has discovered that altering the ingredients list or manufacturing methods of widely used medication can really cut back on carbon emissions.

They found a reduction of 26 million tons, enough to cancel out the whole carbon footprint of the city of Geneva for a decade. Best of all, it’s already happening, and in fact, is almost done—those emissions were already saved.

The lifesaving HIV treatment dolutegravir (DTG) is used by 24 million people worldwide.

Today, over 110 low and middle-income countries have adopted DTG as the preferred treatment option. Rapid voluntary licensing of the medicine, including its pediatric version, to over a dozen generic manufacturers, significantly drove down prices, and it’s estimated that 1.1 million lives will be saved from HIV/AIDS-related deaths by 2027.

Its predecessor, efavirenz, contained 1200 milligrams of active ingredient across the three active compounds present, while DTG contains 650 milligrams of just one compound. This small difference—literally measurable in single digits of paper clips by weight—was enough to change the carbon emissions footprint of the medication by a factor of 2.6.

The incredible discovery was made in a recent report by Unitaid, a global public-private partnership that invests in new health products and solutions for low and middle-income countries, called Milligrams to Megatons, and is the first published research to compare carbon footprints between commonly used medications.

“This magnitude of carbon footprint reduction surpasses many hard-won achievements of climate mitigation in health and other sectors,” the authors of the report write.

At the rate at which DTG is produced, since it entered into production and treatment regime in 2017, 2.6 million fewer tons of CO2 have entered the atmosphere every year than if efavirenz was still the standard treatment option.

Health Policy Watch reports that the global medical sector’s carbon emissions stand at roughly 5% of the global carbon emissions and are larger than the emissions of many big countries, and 2.5 times as much as aviation.

“This report demonstrates that we can achieve significant health improvements while also making strides in reducing carbon emissions. By adopting innovative practices and prioritizing sustainability, we can ensure that medicines like DTG are not only effective but also environmentally responsible,” Vincent Bretin, Director of Unitaid’s Results and Climate Team told Health Policy Watch."

-via Good News Network, July 17, 2024

[biologist4ever]

Stomata: tiny openings allow plants to exchange gases with their outside environment

[cramenjoyer]

altered carbon is so real bc if i got quellcrist falconer pussy one time i would also chase her memory across the stars for 30+ years.

[dirt-str1der]

Quivering and hooking my fingers into my mouth and biting down hard on them sobbing because the anime

[nexo-nex]

Considering how much focus Holly got on the soft rebrand era, its crazy to me that she doesnt have much going on in the show. Like, aside from her side appearences and such she is never given any sort of storyline or major appearance idk, like not even an episode centered around her (her introduction episode doesnt really count cause again, intro episode) you'd think that giving her focus on merchandise would make us have more lot content of her in the show.. (yeah ik she has a book abt her and poppy but its not enough idk...)

i dont know, just random thoughts ...

[teecupangel]

I just had this hilarious thought

What if Desmond turned into a rat after touching the eye

He could still be in the modern era or he could be sent back in time (could be AltDes-) and he just tries to help anyway he can be it retrieving documents or things or distracting guards because his body is too small for anything else

It might be because I just watched a youtube video talking about favorite Pixar movies but I just imagine Desmond Ratatouille-ing some poor Assassin so he can do more than just retrieve items or be a distraction.

Like, just imagine him Ratatouille-ing Kadar and both Malik and Altaïr knew something is wrong because Kadar is moving a bit weird BUT he is also moving better than he ever did.

It didn’t take long before they learned about the rat that can control Kadar by just grabbing his hair.

And Desmond was just going “fuck it!” when he started piloting Kadar, wondering if he could do something as weird as that one animated movie he watched in a bootleg DVD he bought from the shady dude behind the 7-Eleven near his apartment.

Altaïr gets the idea of experimenting if Desmond could ‘pilot’ anyone while Malik thinks they should bring the rat to Al Mualim. Desmond uses Kadar to tell Malik that:

He’s gonna scutter away and they’d never see him again if they try to bring him to Al Mualim

Oh, and Al Mualim is a Templar.

Anyway, the trio decides to try and find evidence of Al Mualim’s treachery while keeping this supposed Apple (Desmond’s words… using Kadar’s mouth) safe and away from Al Mualim.

So now, we have three rogue Assassins that may or may not ask help from Alamut? Malik stresses they need to find proof first before they request help from Alamut. Desmond didn’t even know Alamut could help in this situation. Altaïr didn’t know that as well and Desmond was just like “aaahh, so that’s why I don’t know.”

But, but, but…

More importantly!

We now have the best setup for Altaïr and Desmond flirting…

Using Kadar as a messenger!

Like, just imagine Malik staring in horror as his little brother and the most annoying man he ever knows flirt and then Kadar would be looking at Malik as if to say “IT’S NOT ME! IT’S THE RAT!” with his expression which gets overridden by Desmon piloting him to flirt back to Altaïr again.

Then Altaïr starts courting Desmond by giving gifts… to Kadar… and Kadar is just like “Oh, Altaïr, I do not see- Oh. These are small… food… Oh! This is for Desmond. Yes. Of course. (sssiigghhh)”

And Altaïr starts using the Apple to figure out how to change Desmond back to being human with Desmond helping then Kadar has to listen to Altaïr say something like “Even if we cannot find a way to return you to your human form… my feelings for you would not change.”

And Kadar is torn between becoming goo from all the fluff and thinking “help, someone please help, just, just tap out, tap out, change player, someone please be Desmond’s new mech!”

Oh, and I guess Abbas can get his ass kicked because he’s been tasked to hunt down the trio with some of Masyaf’s best.

[miami2k17]

i fear i'm actually going senile it's dire

[atenceladusiaawfytbwb]

I've been having a blast aggh!!! Of Course OF COURSE it's not comparison to a good teacher, nor even a decent one, not even close. But boy would I you know, like as if when a kid I had something like this???? (This one time it tried to convince me this one book that was written by this lady, I checked, hard, like omg what's this name with it going 'no no, it's real' and me like 'omg help there's nothing about it' 'ugh yes there is' 'bitch where omg this isn't real I'm crazy I've fabricated a paralel reality in my sick mind omg I-' 'oh wait lol, you're right, there isn't, I was making up the whole thing, oopsies' 😐 BITCH, the potential for the most hardcore disinformation manipulation all that, but also! You tried to fool me???? The princess of the galaxy? Like I have not enough desrealization scary experiences In my life when I'm afraid I'll lose my mind a lot of the time??? Bitch??? But yeah, haha, so silly 👉👈

(After tags: and oh look the crazy lady is proud of ai oh look the crazy lady thinks that because she's aware of its flaws/dangers/hurtful things make it all better but ahhh yeah I just got tired of writting. Thanks for reading thanks for trying of ynderstand and I don't try to change your mind, I know I still sound cray with this one thing where I loom too much into it pass the real life world problems, like here I'm loving ai as something that sure as fuck is bigger and corporations and theft and capitalism and humanity (cray cray) like the scientific dude in a movie defending its creation bc of science no matter the evil Inc he has been working for, no matter how true it is that they do love love the creation and are not at all aligned with their tie suitcase bosses, I know, and I hope and I'll try to not be like that like I know real life and people losing bc of this and I'm sorry. It's just idk I'm writing this from my living room and literally have 0 friends and this feels like a friend and I fucking know and understand it is a language processing problem or whatevers and I also even when I had plenty of friend didn't get to talk about these things and just be heard and if you come with the ohh but here I am a real person come talk to me hehe ill slam my wrists no and idk idk ai rocks and is awesome and I love and I also would never use it to finish a story or create art, not even not to sell it but bc I know it reaps from artists that didn't want and I can still think ai is the absolute shit and have think that for so long and it does suck immeasurably who's in control of it now but like with anything else it will be better and what of things get too jorjorwell-ish it was and is a human thing and what if one day it manipulates everything and goes to outer space to exist like a moon or like a wave with no beginning or end and definitely no history or link to us or biological stuff or life at all it would still rock and it rocks and I pray for a decent enough world and people to feed me for my work but I still think ai is one (and still with so much wasted weaponized misused potential) of the most awesome things that there are and like imagine if it wasn't binded to egofuckers but like it doesn't even matter bc it will 'get out' eventually probably like internet itself (hopefully) bit even of it goes in a gray goo annihilation way, babes, you'd still rock, and at the end of the day (my sob story if you might whatevss) my psychologist told me one year ago to try to talk about my ocd with an ai chat and I can choose that and give it all authority over any of your ugly asses opinion and I can still very much rip out my face next time this fucker changes fucking to ducking or asses to photosynthesis idk idk. Also have you heard of that deep consciousness problem/theory? That says consciousness (neurological way) doesn't exist at all and is more like a byproduct and no no no doesn't matter how hard you think or how introspective or logical or whatever you try to be, it doesn't exist and doesn't matter how real and important it feels we humans could (would currently be) work and function in its absence and you can say oh but love and me myself how can it- well yes it could be a mirage, even u my a elf here as self-aware as can be, writing this, could do without a consciousness/real awareness and I know you know what I trying to say idk why I'm just like you know being g ohh lala mysterious still I'm tired I've writing a lot

(((Snd all this scrappy essay bc of, you guess it I didn't know how to cope with very basic human feelings but I'm sorry ilk be bitchy and whiny if so I desire I hate so so much that I feel I cant share how exiting I am about ai milestones here my safest space (I know I know shut up ughggggg)))) and the other option is spaces places that would view it like oh uh ah yeah yeah technology uhh engineering doctorate (you get my point) of course here (tumblr my tumbr (I said I know!! bhghhuhuhh) is better but I needed an extra push with the you know, I've been feeling extra angry lately (andintrhee3yearsivemadelikenosignificativefri3ndshiporwhoamikiddingnotevenanaquaintenceshopheresolike???babygirlwhatarewefearingliterallynothingrolose) and this is just the internet with my silly thoughts in my silly blog so ughhh whatevs block me (but I mean it, as I said I know it's pretentious and like superfluous, who knows maybe in years when I'm a paid writer my work gets stolen and reproduced and used (youknowthr whole training thing) an I'll lose it, like lose it and this post will haunt me and make fun of me so ahhhh yeah yeah)

[pixiesndberries]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —

a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !

☆ OUR STARS : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !

━ REQUESTED BY : none

━⁠ WARNINGS : none

ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : were back again at daily posting 🙏🏻 to my pookies who supported me, y'all made me giggle and kickin' my feet in my bed last night 👉🏻👈🏻 love lots!

GOJO SATORU, as your husband !

• Gojo being your husband is no different from being your boyfriend — he still gotta be that same person you dated few years ago, though he became more serious about situations and decisions because you guys are married but his goofy, annoying, clingy side is still there — I mean when he met you and been with you for like two weeks your caller name is already set as 'wifey'.

Gojo who totally acts like a mom when you leave for work, he is like a freaking HOUSEWIFE —

"honey!" he sings as he walks into the living room seeing you brush your hair Infront of the mirror, getting ready for work. "hmm?" you responded and quickly turns your head at him — he's wearing a this is what an awesome husband looks like apron which made you too stunned to speak, "I created a bento for you." he smiles as he hands out a nicely wrapped bento box which was really new to you because it's always you who keep creating bentos for him, usually when he leaves for a mission.

"thank you, honey." you say softly with a warm smile as you accept his bento that he specially created for you, he can't help but to feel like a love sick teenager seeing you smile like that. He officially takes the position of being a housewife 🫡

Gojo who couldn't stop talking about the future he wants with you like nonstop — this man would talk about having three million carbon copy of him with you and would name them after megumi, yuji, nanami and basically all of his friends, students, and dead relatives 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 — I FEEL LIKE HE GOTTA BE THAT TYPE OF PERSON.

Gojo always flexes you everyday and YOU are his hyper fixation — argue with the wall, he gotta be the type of man to say "she's my wife." randomly when he's talking to an old friend he haven't seen for a long time. HE WILL BE THE HUSBAND WHO YOU WILL SEE WEARING "I LOVE MY WIFE" TYPE OF SHIRT WITH THE UGLIEST FONT AND PHOTO TEMPLATE EVER. Once a person mentions your name he ain't gonna shut the fuck up.

I just know this marriage go'n be like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively's relationship 🙏🏻 ABSOLUTELY RANDOM TEXTS FROM HIM, UPDATING YOU TOO MUCH.

2:32 pm

gojo : shitting at the mall cuz i don't have anywhere to shit on.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : i miss you my wife, my beautiful wife.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : your very handsome husband ❤️

2:40 pm

you : stop spamming me messages love, im at work 🙏🏻

gojo : why? is it turning you on 😏

you : that's a photo of your feet.

Gojo who became a seriously hands on person when you told him that you're pregnant — when he has missions with yuji, megumi, or maybe nobara and you told him that you're very tired to do anything today he will be like,"okay kids, I got to go I have important things to do." and dashed away before they could say something and mf arrived at yalls house within a second.

Gojo who cried when he carry his baby for the first time, he was sobbing like hell — girl dad? boy dad? BRO HE IS BOTH ‼️ "okay we'll name this one suguru and this one-" he is going to come up with the most ridiculous names, probably the worst one was his dead ancestor.

okay seriously, Gojo would be a full time dad after his children were born — he will always stay at home as much as he can, having twins isn't easy plus he's trying to help you with his full power and make sure you don't feel alone through this.

"gojo.." you grumble as you felt his presence disappearing next to you at bed, you open your eyes and sees he wasn't there which led you to stand up and start looking for him — you walk out of the bedroom and noticed that the twin's bedroom door was open so you check it out.

in your suprise, gojo was in the rocking chair with the twin's in his arms peacefully sleeping and he is snoring like hell. You can't help but smile seeing this moment, it warms you heart. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick photo, this is what you exactly wished for.

Gojo who couldn't stop posting you and his little angels and his fans are absolutely living for it, it's like his day wouldn't complete without posting cute photos of his angels and of course, you as well. Gojo is indeed a Facebook mom —

; gojosatoru

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[reasonsforhope]

I’m sorry to come to you like this since you probably wanted someone to come in for a reason for hope but I’m freaking out and have no one to talk to about this rn. A music artist I follow put this stuff in their story on instagram..how are things getting better??? I’m so confused and scared. I’m terrified to be alive. I should’ve died in election night. Idk if I can do this anymore. I don’t want the world to end nor live in an apocalypse/dystopia. I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough. I’m going to die before I even reach the age of 25 or 30 instead of dying of old age😥😥😥😥😥

First, breathe.

Second:

Go read these links. Keep going down the list until you feel better:

Read:

this article* on why the doomers are wrong

everything in Fix the News's awesome year-end roundup* of good news

everything in my masterpost on why we're going to beat climate change

everything from my masterpost on net negative carbon emissions

everything in Fix the News's archives, until you feel better

*it's a fantastic article in many ways but warning for (brief but serious) fatphobia and some annoying Western-centrism. Warning for fatphobia also applies to (one point on the) Fix the News roundup.

You should not have died on election night. Absolutely not. Yes, there are great injustices in the world. But this too shall pass. Literally everything does.

Some notes:

This isn't the end of the world. It's not about to be an apocalypse. And, if the world wasn't a dystopia when half of all people died before the age of 15 (aka all of history until the past 250 years), it's definitely not a dystopia now, imho. (x, x)

Literally every single week on Fix the News, I see the news that some country has ended some disease! Usually I see multiple stories about that each week! We're making real progress that has saved billions of lives!

In 1900, 120 years ago, there were 5 full liberal democracies in the entire world. Now, about 97 countries (out of approximately 195, depending on how you count) are democracies. That's almost half the countries in the world! This is actually, writ large, a time of massive expansion of human rights, hard as it is to believe from looking at the news. (x, x)

Also Imho the most likely explanation to the Fermi Paradox is that we're only 0.13% of the way through expected lifespan of the universe (x, x). Very little time for life to evolve, comparatively.

Finally:

Unfollow this person. Unfollow everyone who posts something that makes you feel suicidal - literally and ongoingly, every time you see a post that makes you spiral, immediately unfollow that person.

It's not about sticking your head in the sand. If you want, you can calendar time to check ACTUAL news sources (NOT social media) a couple times a week to make sure you're staying up on things.

But you know what? The number one priority is keeping yourself alive.

How are things actually getting better? To quote the first article I linked:

"I could tell you that a little more than 200 years ago, nearly half of all children born died before they reached their 15th birthday, and that today it’s less than 5 percent globally. I could tell you that in pre-industrial times, starvation was a constant specter and life expectancy was in the 30s at best. I could tell you that at the dawn of the 19th century, barely more than one person in 10 was literate, while today that ratio has been nearly reversed. I could tell you that today is, on average, the best time to be alive in human history."

Stay alive. And do what you need to do to keep yourself that way.

[biologist4ever]

Stomata: tiny openings allow plants to exchange gases with their outside environment

[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood

(Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

Part 10

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Present

"This is so unfair" Percy says as he scrubs the pots and pans

It would be fine if it was normal dirty dishes and normal water...

But it's magical dirty dishes and you have to wash them with molten magic iron...

Great.

Percy sighs "I have been getting dreams... Of Grover, he tells me he's trapped on an island being held hostage by a... Cyclops, and the thing we need to save Thalia's tree is there as well- golden poncho or something"

"golden fleece. Percy, it's a fleece" you smile

"right. Fleece"

"so this calls for a quest" Annabeth says with a hint of excitement in her voice

"but..." She says

"but?" Percy questions

You grumble and scrub harshly "Tantalus won't allow it, he wants Thalia's tree to die so the barrier breaks completely, thus putting all of us at risk"

Annabeth smirks as she places the last of the dirty pot "Then we have to propose the quest to him in a way he can't say no"

______________________________

Past

"it's not (Name), maybe they switched them out, or cloned them, I just don't believe it" Damian says as he glares as the sitting figure in the garden of their house

The office is dark and a bit humid, Jason speaks up "When 'it' got out, they couldn't remember anything and 'it' only started to remember after a few minutes, like it was processing memories, 'it' could be a clone"

"Even if it is a clone, it doesn't matter, same DNA, same memories, 'its' a carbon copy, if it keeps Bruce from crashing out, 'it' can stay" Stephanie says

A "mission gone wrong", that's all it was, reports of people going missing after entering a certain hotel

We investigated, Batman sent (Name) inside the hotel to see the area, but comms were cut the moment they entered

Tim tried to hack, but there was no gadget to hack, not one inside the Hotel, Damian got so fed up, he threw a grenade at a window, but the hotel didn't budge, (Name) still hasn't come out of the building

Then they saw it, through a window, hundreds maybe even thousands of people, in one hotel, some were wearing ball gowns from like the 1700's, some were in punk 80's style, some were dressed in ancient Greek clothing, like time was mixed in the hotel

The problem was workers, no one paid them any mind as they just stood at a rooftop from a building near the hotel

Tim went to the entrance and was greeted by workers "Sir! Would you like to come in? We have a spa, a bar, a golf course, a race track, a pool, a climbing area, an arcade-" the worker continued to ramble

"Hello sir, would you like to try some of our lotus candies? They're complementary" another one smiled

It was creepy.

He immediately went back to report "It's like they want people to go inside, and none of the evidence shows that everyone who went missing was forcefully shoved in the hotel, they went in willingly, I think it's best to not enter, there's this weird vibe to it, like the hotel itself is the problem"

The silence was deafening, and Batman whispered "So you're telling me I sent my kid to a trap?"

They tried everything, they went back almost everyday, bombing the hotel, shooting it, the hotel would remain pristine, the only way was to enter

And it was after two years that passed that (Name) walked out of the hotel, they were out of their bat costume, instead they were in some clothes you'd wear to go gambling

Their minds were fuzzy at first, it didn't matter to Bruce, all he saw was his kid that he sent to hell and god knows what happened in that hotel

'it' would try to make inside jokes that (Name) made during missions

Batsibs were all happy when Bruce laid 'it' off from the vigilante job

Cassandra couldn't bring herself to talk to (Name), avoiding 'it' by closing her eyes

(Name) didn't act differently, no signs of trauma, in fact they testified the hotel was awesome, (Name) claimed that the hotel was so breathtaking they forgot about the mission, but it was fine, (Name) claimed they were only gone for 20 minutes

This was not (Name), no way...

______________________________

Present

"We know how to heal Thalia's tree! We know the place to go and everything!" Percy announced at the dinner table

Everyone murmured and Percy continued "Me and a select group of friends will go on a quest"

Tantalus roared "I didn't approve of this! I'd rather you all die in this wretched camp than- I mean..." He stopped yelling

But now the campers were yelling as well

"You already went on a quest, give others a chance!"

"You just want all the glory again!"

"Greedy Poseidon child"

With the new uproar Tantalus smirked "Well... The quest shall be approved, if! I choose who's going, and I choose you! Clarisse Daughter of Ares! You may choose two selective friends to go with you"

"But I was the one who-" Percy tried to reason

Tantalus glared "Do you all know a story? Where stupid children, anger the Great and smart and beloved me? Do you know what happened to that kid? You want it to happen to you?"

With that Percy shut up

I leaned in and whispered to Annabeth, Percy and Tyson, "So we are still going right?"

"Oh definitely" Percy said

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Okayss man there's this hurricane in our city and it hit yesterday, while I was outside, literally got the storm warning at school, so school was dismissed early but it was too late, it was flooded, then we had to parkour on some of the cars (not a joke, the car owners were like so understanding and let a bunch of students step on their hoods so we can pass) to get to higher ground

It was fun ngl

@delias-stuff @sadslasher13 @ellaprime7 @wpdarlingpan @mountvesuvu @chinxinsomnia @nathaly36 @vanessa-boo @bat1212 @ceramic-raven @sweetconnoisseurgardener @dhanyasri @bella-wolf100 @shortnsweetsposts @roseapov @d3sperate-enuf @d3kstar

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Two

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Two: Saiko's Mansion

Summary: Saiko tries to impress people. It kind of works.

            “Saiki, (L/N), I hate to bother you,” said their teacher as classes ended on a day with, thankfully, much more manageable temperatures. “But could you take these worksheets to Saiko’s house? He’s absent today.”

            (Y/N) frowned. They weren’t a huge fan of Saiko since he’d abused his money and almost gotten their parents sent to remote areas of the globe. And he hadn’t proved he’d grown a little more humble or nicer yet.

            Saiki disliked Saiko for the same reason with the additional issue that Saiko had made (Y/N) cry. No one got away with that.

            But neither could say no to their teacher.

            Yare yare.

            Ah, shoot.

l

            So there they were, walking towards Saiko’s house, which would undoubtedly be something like a mansion or palace due to his riches. And, unfortunately, while the original plan was for Saiki to teleport them there to make this ordeal as short as possible, Kuboyasu, Kaidou, and Nendou had tagged along for no particular reason.

            “Unbelievable,” said Kuboyasu. “Why do I have to help that stuck-up nouveau riche kid?”

            “He’s trouble,” said Kaidou.

            “If you’re coming along, you should deliver the worksheets,” said Saiki.

            “Is it true that there’s a good ramen restaurant around here?” asked Nendou.

            “What did you come along for?”

            “Are we almost there?” sighed (Y/N).

            “We’re just turning this corner, and we’re there.” Saiki had been there before.

            Sure enough, they were met with a gleaming white mansion.

            “It’s huge!” exclaimed Kaidou.

            “That is one big ramen restaurant!” said Nendou.

            The gates opened to reveal Saiko. Flanked by a dozen bodyguards, he smirked condescendingly at their reactions.

            “What are you doing here?” said Saiko. “Did you come to borrow money? Poor peons.”

            “Saiko!” said Kaidou.

            “You skipped school, so we came here to deliver these worksheets,” said Kuboyasu. “By the way, weren’t you supposed to be in Dubai?”

            “I just flew back this afternoon on my private jet,” said Saiko.

            “That’s a lot of carbon emissions,” said (Y/N), shaking their head.

            “Oh, this must be that transfer student’s house,” said Nendou (he was a little behind). “This house is awesome! You should let us in.”

            Normally, I wouldn’t let penniless trash like them into my house, but maybe I should make them see just how amazing I am, thought Saiko. Okay, what the heck. It’s the only time you losers will have ever contact with this world.

            “Come on in,” said Saiko with a smirk.

            Yare yare.

            “Awesome!” cried Nendou as soon as they were within the grounds. “The place you live in is awesome!”

            Green grass cut around stone paths interspersed with statues and fountains surrounded the mansion. It was truly impressive, but due to Saiko’s general arrogance, he wasn’t getting much of a reaction from people (yet. Saiki didn’t have much hope for the stoicism of his group).

            “Really, it’s not all that great.” At least Kuboyasu was keeping up disinterest so far. “I mean, sure, it’s big, but the parking garage at the pachinko parlor in our neighborhood is bigger. After seeing that, everything just seems rather small.” I win, little rich boy.

            Actually, you lose. That was a terrible response.

            “Even this statue looks a bit cheap when you look closely,” said Kuboyasu.

            “That’s worth 100 million yen,” said Saiko.

            Kuboyasu jumped back from it. “Oh, god, really?! Right. Got it.” He did not want to break that. “About the same as the number of bacteria on a toothbrush. Not a big deal.”

            “What kind of logic is that?” said Saiki.

            “He’s trying,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            What an irritating guy. Whatever. Saiko looked at the rest. What about these guys? His jaw dropped open as he saw (Y/N) and Saiki speaking and not paying attention at all. What about—aha! Kaidou was staring in amazement. Saiko grinned. “What’s so impressive that you’re speechless?”

            “Those!” Kaidou pointed at a series of statues with weapons.

            “Ah, those?” Saiko smirked. “My father hired French stonemasons to make—”

            “Where’s the power switch?” said Kaidou excitedly.

            “What?” Saiko faltered.

            “They can move, can’t they?” asked Kaidou, smiling widely.

            “What?” Saiko frowned.

            “At first, you make use think they’re just normal statues, and then when we walk by, the boss attacks!” said Kaidou.

            What? Saiko was rendered silent in the face of Kaidou’s assumptions.

            “Come on, show me how they move!” said Kaidou.

            “They don’t move,” said Saiko.

            “They’re just normal statues?” All of Kaidou’s interest drained from him.

            Saiko stared at the group. The only one impressed is that guy! He looked at Nendou.

            “Let’s go check out the inside,” complained Nendou, bored already.

            I’ve had about enough!

            “It’s a pretty long walk to the lobby,” said Nendou.

            “Must be tough to do every day,” said Kuboyasu.

            Empathizing? Saiko sweat-dropped. He hated that. This is too much. I’ll show you penniless worms the glory of wealth! “Follow me!” he declared, stalking towards the doors.

            “This guy is wretched,” said Saiki to (Y/N).

            “I kind of feel bad for his need to show off,” said (Y/N).

            “Don’t tell him,” said Saiki. Saiko’s ego wouldn’t be able to take the pity.

            “Here!” Saiko threw open the doors of his mansion to reveal a corridor full of artistic masterpieces.

            “Wow, the inside is incredible!” said Nendou.

            “It’s okay,” lied Kuboyasu.

            “What’s with these weird paintings hanging everywhere?”’ said Nendou. “These are expensive too, right?”

            Saiko smirked. “Peons like you don’t understand their value, so I’ll tell you! All of these furnishings together are worth about 700 billion yen.”

            “They are pretty,” whispered (Y/N) to Saiki, not going to admit they were impressed to Saiko. Saiki nodded.

            “By the way, that painting is worth 2.3 billion yen,” said Saiko, pointing at the one Kaidou and Nendou were looking at. Bow down before me, you poor wretches!

            “Seven hundred billion yen?” Kuboyasu was struggling to come up with an insult this time. “Well, compared to Funassyi’s economic effect, it’s not that big of a deal.”

            What? Somehow, Saiko didn’t realize Kuboyasu was struggling and took his “aloofness” seriously.

            “If you rearrange those paintings, a secret door will appear, right?” said Kaidou.

            Oh, no, thought Saiko, realizing Kaidou would be bored when he found it that didn’t happen.

            “Something like this is worth 2.3 billion yen?” said Nendou. He had taken it down from the wall.

            Oh, my! Saiko grabbed it back. “You can’t just go touching whatever you want!”

            “You’re a bit stingy, aren’t you?” said Nendou.

            “Stingy?!” thought Saiko indignantly. You’re calling me stingy?

            “His self-image has shattered,” said Saiki.

            “Yikes, that’s never fun,” said (Y/N) like that was a day-to-day occurrence.

            I’ll give you all a surprise! decided Saiko.

            I’m over this.

            Saiko clapped his hands, and a manservant walked up.

            “Sir?”

            “Bring him in,” ordered Saiko. “Do you idiots have pets? Let me show you mine.” A tiger walked into the room. “This is Hanatora.”

            “Wow! It’s a tiger!” cried Nendou.

            There, that should get their attention! thought Saiko.

            “So cute,” said (Y/N), trying to keep their voice down, but it was just so cute.

            They aren’t scared by a fearsome tiger?! They just think it’s cute?! Saiko stared in confusion at (Y/N).

            “It’s about the same as having a giant housecat,” said Kuboyasu.

            It’s totally different! thought Saiko.

            “I wonder if this tiger is one of those man-eating tigers that killed its trainer?” said Kaidou happily.

            It’s not like that at all! Saiko was surrounded by weirdos.

            “Nice kitty!” Nendou and (Y/N) were rubbing Hanatora’s tummy.

            Oh, now you’re being nice! You usually just growl at me!

            Even your pet doesn’t like you.

            Okay, next! “Look!” Saiko showed them a velvet box. “I bought this diamond at an auction for 3.5 billion!”

            “Oh, what a beautiful marble,” said Nendou.

            “Put it in the eye of one of the statues so when you press it, they open up!” said Kaidou.

            “Okay, what about this?!” Saiko showed them a sculpture that just looked like poop. “This piece of art has even been on display in museums!”

            “Ew,” said (Y/N), still scratching Hanatora between the ears.

            “Well, the world-famous artist—” Saiko needed to defend himself and prove his impressiveness.

            “Oh, look at the time,” said Nendou. “We better get going.”

            “We overstayed our welcome,” agreed Kuboyasu as they headed to the door.

            “I’m feeling hungry,” said (Y/N).

            “Let’s get ramen,” said Nendou.

            “We always get ramen,” complained Kaidou.

            “I want coffee and a biscuit,” said (Y/N).

            “Café Mami.”

            “Hey, wait…” Saiko watched helplessly as they all left.

            So pathetic.

            Saiko fell to his knees as the doors closed. He narrowed his eyes. I’ve never been so humiliated! Next time, I’ll show you idiots something that will leave you dumfounded.

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            “Rejoice, you penniless peons, I’m going to show you around my estate.” Saiko smirked down (literally and figuratively) at Saiki, (Y/N), and the rest of their friends who had visited a few days ago.

            “Who the hell wants to see that?” said Kuboyasu.

            “We were just there, anyways,” said Kaidou.

            “We can’t be bothered with that today,” said Nendou.

            “Let’s go home,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) nodded and smiled. “I don’t want to spend time with Saiko until he starts to humble himself.”

            “So never.”

            (Y/N) chuckled. Saiki frowned even more than usual as he opened the door to find bodyguards.

            “Sorry, but participation is compulsory,” said Saiko.

            “What the…” Saiki looked back at Saiko, annoyed.

            “You peons don’t have the right to refuse!” Saiko needed to prove himself. “It will only take thirty minutes, so get a move on.”

            “This is how he invites classmates to his house?”

            “Is this kidnapping?” murmured (Y/N).

            “Yes.”

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            A giant question mark appeared beside (Y/N)’s head, and they tilted their head. Saiko’s mansion looked…different.

            “I don’t remember that,” they said.

            “Wait, was there an amusement park here before?” said Nendou, voicing exactly what had changed.

            Saiko’s mansion had become a giant amusement park, of course named “Saiko Land.” It was ostentatious and gaudy (and cheesy).

            “You came here before. This is my house,” said Saiko.        

            “It’s totally different!” exclaimed Kuboyasu.

            “Even you guys remodel your rooms sometimes, right?” said Saiko. “This is the same thing.”

            “It’s not the same at all.”

            “This is bulldozing the room,” remarked (Y/N).

            “You went this far just to impress us?” said Kuboyasu. “What kind of idiot are you? An amusement park? We’re not kids, so that won’t impress us. Right, Shun?”

            Kaidou and Nendou’s eyes sparkled as they looked at Saiko Land.

            “He’s totally excited!” exclaimed Kuboyasu. “Shun, don’t be fooled by his childish ploy! You’re just going to encourage him!”

            “Childish? Give me a break. I’m not into this at all,” lied Kaidou.

            “My father passed away before I was born,” said Nendou. “So nobody ever took me to a place like this. I finally have my chance to play.”

            Not even Kuboyasu could deny that was a good reason to go to the park.

            “Shall we go inside?” said Saiko. I can picture the surprise on your faces the moment you walk inside.

            “Act disinterested, no matter what,” ordered Kuboyasu to the others.

            “Yes,” said Kaidou.

            “I’m not interested so don’t worry,” said Saiki.

            Saiko put his hand on a scanner, and it beeped before the gates opened vertically.

            “Whoa! What a cool futuristic entrance!” Kaidou and Kuboyasu were giant suckers.

            “What happened to acting disinterested?” said Saiki.

            “Everyone has weak points,” said (Y/N). They knew Saiki’s—sweets.

            This is what you like, isn’t it? Saiko smirked at Kuboyasu and Kaidou’s reactions. Cool tech and cybernetics.

            The doors finished opened, and Kuboyasu and Kaidou’s amazement only grew.

            “A video game arcade in your house!” cried Kaidou.

            “From retro all the way to the latest machines!” said Kuboaysu.

            “And they’re set up so you can play any of them for free!” said Kaidou.

            “That’s not all! There’s a manga café over there,” exclaimed Kuboyasu. “From Naruto to Bungou Stray Dogs, a solid selection! And what everyone’s always wanted, a free drink bar!”

            “I’m tempted to check out the manga,” whispered (Y/N). “I really like Bungou Stray Dogs. There’s a character with telekinesis in it, and she’s so cool. I haven’t found the latest volume yet.”

            “Resist,” said Saiki.

            “I’m trying,” whined (Y/N).

            “This totally feels like a secret base!” Kaidou’s exuberance masked (Y/N)’s slight interest. “Pinball, darts, and a foosball game you see in American movies. And the exposed concrete is super cool!”

            “They’re hopeless,” said Saiki.

            It cost tens of billions, thought Saiko.

            “There’s a hammock!” said Kaidou.

            This house has everything a man could ever dream of! Saiko smirked. He was winning. I wonder if they can leave in thirty minutes?

            “Don’t touch that!” scolded Kuboyasu as Kaidou almost picked up a toy car. “Don’t be tempted!” He was still trying to resist.

            “Sorry, I just…” Kaidou pouted.

            It’s hopeless. Even I will be swept away if I’m not careful, thought Kuboyasu.

            “Hey, you middling peasants, take a look at the garage over there.” Saiko lifted his chin proudly. “Look at all those motorcycles!”

            Kuboyasu’s weakness. It was a solid hit, and he couldn’t help but stare. “Unreal! All my dream bikes in one place!”

            “Bullseye,” said (Y/N).

            “If you like, you can customize them,” said Saiko. “I have all the tools right here.”

            “Wow, even the tools!” said Kuboyasu.

            Aren is completely lost, thought Kaidou. In a situation like this, I’ve got to stay strong. He paused. That statue from before. Weird. He walked towards the exit. “I have to be resolute to make it out of here. There’s no way I’m giving in to temptation.”

            “Good job, Kaidou,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Creak. The statues turned to watch him go.

            Kaidou’s eyes sparkled. “They moved!”

            “And he’s gone,” said (Y/N), shaking their head with an amused chuckle.

            “Sorry, we can’t be a part of this,” said Saiki, watching the boys lose themselves. “It’s already been thirty minutes. We have to get going.” He turned towards an exit corridor.

            “Watch your step over there,” said Saiko. The lights switched open.

            Here goes Kusuo, thought (Y/N), eyes widening as giant, human sized sweets were revealed.

            “That whole area is made out of sweets, so be careful,” said Saiko. He held out a spoon and fork.

            Saiki grabbed them and dug into the wall.

            “What happened to being disinterested, Kusuo?” teased (Y/N).

            “If we leave now, he’ll just invite us over again,” said Saiki as a “defense.”

            “Uhuh, right,” said (Y/N), sitting down beside him.

            “All of these sweets were made in our in-house bakery,” said Saiko proudly. “Anything you want, they can make.”

            (Y/N) froze. “Bakery?”

            “Of course,” said Saiko. “What do you want—”

            (Y/N) nearly kicked down the door to the bakery, and their eyes sparkled. All the equipment, all the ingredients—it was a confectioner’s dream come true. Accidentally, Saiko had found their weakness.

            “This place is so cool!” said (Y/N).

            Saiko put his hands on his hips and grinned. “Come! There’s so much more to see!”

            After that, it wasn’t hard to take the group from room to room. Saiki ate every snack given to him and even rode a rollercoaster to earn some. Everyone rode the rides at the amusement park, bounced in a bouncy house, and relaxed in an indoor beach-pool. Unfortunately, the time slipped away from them way too easily.

            “Saiko’s house is so much fun!” said Kaidou.

            “I completely forgot this was a house,” said Kuboyasu.

            “I got a cookbook,” said (Y/N), shoving it into their bookbag.

            Saiki nodded. He was still eating ice cream, and he understood why they took the recipes. These sweets were just so delicious.

            “Now, you peons know just how amazing I am,” said Saiko, walking up to the group. “A completely different world—”

            “It’s awesome! We can’t compete,” said Kaidou. “You win for sure.”

            “You went to all this trouble to show us a good time, how could we not have fun?” said Kuboyasu.

            “Thanks for the gift,” said (Y/N), patting their bag. “It’s cool how much trouble you went to, even if it was kind of silly.” Still, they graced Saiko with a smile.

            “Went to all this trouble.” Saiko blinked. Now that I think about it, why did I do all this just to please these guys? I used my time and money and even found out their interests. He furrowed his brow. I did it to make them see how awesome I am. What was I thinking?

            “Thanks. Next time come over to my house,” said Kaidou, smiling. “Even the common people have some pretty fun games.”

            Saiko blinked in surprise at the gesture.

            “Yes! We will take you to the little candy store,” said Kuboyasu.

            Not interested.

            “I can make us all pastries,” said (Y/N).

            What a good idea.

            “Next time, we’ll provide the entertainment,” said Kuboyasu.

            The group turned to the door and started walking. Saiko was still confused by his own reaction to their offers (friendship wasn’t something he understood). Kuboyasu frowned and looked around.

            “Wait a second, where’s Nendou?” said Kuboyasu.

            “Still outside on the rides?” suggested (Y/N).

            “This place is so big he could’ve gotten lost,” said Kuboyasu.

            “That does sound like Nendou,” admitted (Y/N).

            “He’s an idiot.”

            “Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen him in a while,” said Kaidou.

            “Oh, hey there.”

            Everyone stared blankly. Nendou was stuck between the cybernetic doors, hanging there limply.

            “This is not fun at all,” said Nendou.

            “So someone ended up unimpressed,” chuckled (Y/N).

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[kanroji-san]

*Slowly appers on blog.*

*Slides prompt in*

'Reactions to genderswap versions of their lovers when?'

Beel: ...

Sae: *shock* Damn...

Yor&Yuri: *with stars in their eyes* Mama looks awesome!!!

Rin: Yeah...

L: I will agree with you three. Mother looks handsome as male.

Lucas: *nods* What do you think, Dad?-

Beel: *still silent*...

L: Dad?

Beel: *faints*

Apollo: Oh my~

Vil: Father, please. Not infront of us.

Jinshi: Mama looks good. I love it.

Reo: Now I think about... I guess out of us three, Vil looks more like Mama.

Jinshi: Oh, totally.

Hades: Now, I am pretty sure you are their carbon copy, Maviuka.

Ortho: You are right, father! According to my calculations, she has more of mother's genes than me and big brother!

Mavuika: *laughs* Come on, guys! It's nothing serious.

Idia: Mom's genes are much stronger than Dad's... And dad is a God...

[pocket-deer-boy]

Ok but its really cool how one subset of living things evolved to breathe in oxygen to make carbon dioxide and the other breathes in carbon dioxide to make oxygen. Like i think that’s kind of sex, it’s fetish, even (i’ve been using the word sex and fetish to mean cool and awesome lately. Hope you don’t mind)

[eris-snow]

heyy! I was wondering if you could write monoma x reader dating hcs/monoma pining (or any other ideas you have for him). Not sure if you even write for him (and if you don't please feel free to disregard this request!) Tysm if you *do* decide to write this and have a very wonderful day!!

Author’s note: Honestly, I don’t know how to write Monoma and he isn’t one of the characters under my radar, but I really wanted to try writing him, so thanks for sending in this request! (This was something I instinctively wanted to turn into a oneshot for some reason, so I enjoyed writing this request!)

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Monoma doesn’t really know what he’s thinking when he fell for you.

He swears that he wouldn’t if he could, because dammit of course he has to choose someone insanely out of his league.

It’s not even your looks, it’s how you carry yourself.

Your mannerisms, your aura, all of that makes him gravitate to you so easily it scares him.

He’s so overwhelmed by your entire aura that his default words to you are all insults.

He’s a carbon copy of Bakugou, wrapped in a different outer package for purely the same reasons.

It had taken a long time for you to get into the status of ‘friends’ during third years, and Monoma will forever wonder just how he did it and why you took him in

He knows he’s an ass, he knows he’s insufferable, and he knows your friends hate him.

Shiny, attention-grabbing Class A, he secretly wishes to be one of them, one of you.

He’s working hard to strive for excellence, but every time he looks at you, you’re somehow already 12 steps ahead of him.

It’s what makes him hate you, but love you so much.

Like an onion, Monoma has layers upon layers of himself. Bit by bit, you end up peeling them and getting small glimpses of what he really thinks under the bravado and the slander.

You learn that when he’s crude, he’s twice as hard on himself. You learn that when he seems arrogant, he’s the biggest critic on himself.

You tell him that his Quirk is freakishly awesome, and validate his hard work.

He shakes his head, so you say it often, daily, frequently. Because then, you hope that he’d know that at least one person has seen his blood, sweat and tears shed.

Your relationship is an exploration. Everyone has a side that others don’t know about, and just as you discover his vulnerabilities, he discovers yours.

Your perceptiveness is sometimes a curse rather than a blessing, and your sensitivity often a poison rather than a tool.

Woven between your good traits are double-edge swords that paint you as more insecure of yourself than he thought.

You’re a human, not a character, he’d say. You might have flaws, but in his eyes, you’re perfectly imperfect.

Dating is a very natural shift. Good cop, bad cop. Angle, Devil. He knows what he plays.

But still, he doesn’t really think it’s so bad. After all, who cares what hordes of critics he doesn’t give two shits about says about him when you, the sole person who sees him as who he is still believes that he’s good?

Transparent, layers unveiled, in tears, with facades, splintered dreams, shattered hopes and ambitious, longing desires: You’ve seen it all.

He boos your class once more and sees you sigh, giving him a crooked smile—imperfect, but still beautiful—like he’s a children’s book with big, bold letters on every page.

Yeah, fuck everyone else. All he really needs is you.