#consequetively

[mossyinkynebulous]

So like, this has been in my head the past few days and it's something that happened years ago, but like who the fuck has the audacity to tell an asthmatic person that they should just be better. I'm gonna leave stuff out bc it's bullshit but I really don't understand people that are like there's people with asthma in the military therefore you have the potential to do the same things they do. I tried explaining that, sure, there are elements that I can work to improve it, but there's certain things that my asthma literally won't adapt to.

Love y'all. Remember to drink water, eat, and take care of yourself. Including sleep. (I say as I have to get up in 3 hours)

[knightelf]

this is the worst month ive experienced in a while bros

[yakultii]

also i cut shitty bangs and im not even mad about it i think it’s an annual necessity and a part of coming back to myself

[thormanick]

On one hand, I’m doing my best to save for Furina, bc I’ve been waiting for her for WAY too long

On the other hand, *sigh* Neuvillette. the dragon-otter man. JUST one patch before Furina (allegedly)

On the third, metaphorical hand, THE LEAKS OF THE CRYO GUY??? HELLO??? YANG THAT YOU???

[axgre23]

Honestly the last few days have been so good- I'm afraid to eat 1000cal today (wish me luck)

Gonna be trying this plan out:

Sun: 700

Monday: 700

Tuesday: 400

Wednesday: 400

Thursday: fast

Friday: met day, 1000 - 1200

Saturday: met day, 1000 - 1200

[sinsiriuslyemo]

So... this was my day:

6am: *wakes up and checks twitter/helps kiddo get ready*

7:15am: *gets home from taking kiddo to school* "I'm gonna finish that Drexyl fic today! 😈"

10am: *gets halfway through, takes a nap*

11am: *wakes up and scrolls through twitter while I eat*

"Damn it authortwitter, can we please have ONE month off?"

12pm: *switches to tumblr cause twitter is annoying lately*

12:30pm: *watches a youtube reaction video of Homeward Bound*

1pm: *does a load of laundry*

2pm: *goes with hubs to pick up kiddo from school*

2:15pm: *goes grocery shopping with the fam*

3:45pm: *gets home, puts groceries away and scrolls twitter again*

"Now there's fucking agents acting wild, too? Bro, what happens in this timeline?"

5pm: "Okay, I'm gonna go get dinner, find a youtube video to watch and then finish up with Drexyl after I eat 😈"

7pm: *opens youtube and sees a 6 hour video dissertation about 8Passengers, but it's from Cruel World Happy Mind*

"... I'm sorry Drexyl, but I have to watch this."

Seriously, such a well put together, factual doc that as always is led with empathy for the victims involved and did not exploit the situation in my opinion. I know six hours is a committment, and it is a committment, I literally just did it 💀 but bro, it gives you a complete break down of a distinct pattern that is an example of the absolutely worst thing that can happen with a family vlog channel. I'm not saying that all family vlog channels are bad, but I think a conversation worth continuing is should influencers that categorize themselves as being a family channel (or insta or whatever) be held to the same standard as kids who work outside the home (like, for example child actors, models, artists hell even little siblings of artists and actors, etc)? Is it exploitation for parents to constantly vlog about their lives and heavily feature their kids?

Last night I watched a different video essay by Shanspeare called Using Kids for Clout: The Downfall of Familt Channels and while none of the others that I've heard of are nearly as horrific as 8P (at least as far as we know) it's still worth asking, where's the limit with these forms of income as far as the kids are concerned and when is it considered labor?

Both of these are definitely worth a watch. Those two creators are pretty fucking awesome too, you shoukd check out their other content. So... anyway, how was ya'll's day?

[graves-teethies]

tier list: old minecraft parodies

[percyherondale]

top reasons why i think bakudeku is the best ship ever:

first of all, it has stated and demonstrated numerous times that Hori sensei has completely centered the story around the two of them, around their dynamic, around their view of herohood which are sides of the same coin, win to save and save to win. I wont be hearing anyone who says Bakugo is not the deuteragonist of the story, you guys know very well he’s the character who’s been getting themost attention apart from Deku, and mind you, some people are even hating because of that.

ok, so theyre the center of the story, their dynamic is deeply explored, and it is key to understanding what being a hero means. but why ship them? well, here are a few points to why their relationship would be 100 times better when viewed from a romantic pov:

Bakugo is treated as Izuku’s damsel in distress many times throught the story. Actually, Izukus first hero act of herohood, is exactly to save him. while the first time he saves him from the sludge villain might not have any special significance to their relationship at first sight, given that its main purpose is to establish what kind of hero Deku is, the numerous consequetive times when Deku saves Bakugo and is even triggered by the idea of him being in danger, shows that there’s a deeper meaning. secondly, Bakugo was kidnapped by LoV, and i think we can all recall how

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Watching the committed genocide apologists twist themselves in circles to figure out how to explain the two consequetive mass pager/walkie detonations in Lebanon without "Israel has been committing a genocide for decades and these actions are in total keeping with their historic behavior with Arab residents of the region" coming into play

I would laugh if we hadn't just spent the last year watching them justify the kind of death and destruction that I usually have to sign waivers to interact with

[methed-up-marxist]

There are a set of positions that recognise that humanity has become a logic of capital and then go "woah i guess it can become a logic of anything and the system will keep running" like no it very specifically has become a logic of capital, there was a reason for that process happening. social phenomena become day to day predominated by the interexchangeability of varied internally complex formations i.e conciousnesses. The reduction of 'life' to 'time life can spend in motion of things external to it' it is not a coincidence this is the form hundreds of previous modalitys of thinking the human have been compelled into, its because its the one that demands its own imperialism, demands its own consequet of the rest of existence. The refusal of plurality, of the myriad of "others" you will encounter is precisely the premise by which labour-power emerges as a thing that can be bought and sold on a market. We need to have a social ecology that is designed to reject tyrants, and that we have immense historical precedent to understnad

[wsknbfanaccnt]

AGAIN got inspired by a little headcanon post and this time by @vanilla--shake

if its akashi i swear im motivated to write ANYTHING

this is kinda more comfort at the end btw <3

I also don't feel like proofreading this so ignore anything you see that's shit

anyways hope yall enjoy lmfao

Sleepover!

TW⚠️: verbal abuse

Summary: During a sleepover, Aomine and Midorima witness Masaomi's treatment towards Akashi.

The Generation of Miracles won a game once again, giving no mercy to their opponents. To celebrate and perhaps give them more motivation to practice, Akashi came up with a little reward. A sleepover at his house.

He first made sure that his father was going to be gone for at least three days. This wasn't a struggle since he travelled a lot due to business, and it just so happened that in his schedule he was going to be in America for that next weekend. After all, he would basically have to sneak them in since his father would NEVER allow him to do such a silly thing.

"Gather round, everyone," he announced to the boys the Monday after their victory. The rainbow stood in a circle around him, Akashi admittedly trying to hide his excitement.

"We have won multiple consequetive games thus far. And as a small reward, if all of you are up for it, I'd like to celebrate our victories with a night spent at my house this weekend," Akashi said with a plain smile. The rainbow seemed to be up to it, judging by the muttering of excitement between the five.

"Perfect. A driver will pick you up at your respective houses at around 2pm."

When Akashi got home, he immediately told all the employees at his house at the news. They were all very excited for Akashi, especially that they hadn't seen the boy so enthusiastic about something for so long. All of them of course, vowed not to speak a single word to Akashi Masaomi.

That weekend came quite slowly, Akashi might say. But as the doorbell rang, he was almost running to the door. He took a deep breath and straightened his clothes, opening the door for the five colors of the rainbow in front of him.

"Shiii- your place is nice, Akashi! You never told us you were rich!" Aomine looked around, his eyes locked at the ceiling as they all went in. Akashi didn't comment.

"Come in, welcome and make yourself at home. I will lead you to the rooms where you will stay," he said as they flooded the foyer.

"Akashicchi, this is so cool! Thanks for letting us stay!" Kise said, excited and loud. Aomine was about to touch one of the vases near the entrance when Midorima's voice boomed.

"Don't touch that, Ahomine!" he hissed, the boy immediately withdrawing his hand. Midorima, who had been in Akashi's house many times due to the business relations of their father, already went forward to where the rooms were.

"Aka-chin, do you have snacks?"

"Yes, yes. But that will come later, Murasakibara. Come, you must settle down first, all of you," Akashi said, leading the rainbow into a hall on the 2nd floor.

"These five rooms are all next to each other with a private bathroom and a closet. Everything is provided, all you need to do is press the button by your bed and one of the staff will bring it to you."

And so all of them chose their bedrooms, Akashi shaking his head at Aomine and Kise, who were bickering about who should get what room.

"Aomine-kun, Kise-kun, all the rooms look the same." Kuroko came up from behind them, the two suddenly shouting in surprise.

"Kurokocchi?!"

"I didn't even notice you in the car!"

"I was there the whole time..."

"How did you know that they were all the same?"

"I checked them one by one while Akashi-kun was talking."

Akashi couldn't help but laugh to himself as the five finally went into their separate bedrooms, taking a deep sigh. He was looking forward to their activities for the afternoon and the night. Soon enough, they popped out of their rooms one by one, Kise being the last because he had to style his hair.

"Shall we?" Akashi said, starting to lead them to the kitchen where they would eat first. But suddenly one of the staff came running towards him looking panicked. She approached Akashi, whispering in his ear.

"Seijuro-sama, I didn't know about it- he just arrived-!"

"What do you mea-"

"Seijuro," a booming voice echoed the halls, and the boy's body went cold.

"Father... I did not know you would be home." Akashi said as nonchalantly as he could. Masaomi looked down at Akashi with a stare, and only his son would realize that it meant he was in deep, deep trouble.

"Yes well, there were complications with the flight. These are your friends, I assume?" he turned his attention to the rainbow behind him with a smile dipped in poisoned honey.

"Yes Father, they're-"

"So I've heard. The Generation of Miracles. Lovely meeting you all. And Midorima-kun, lovely to see you again," he smiled at the rest, while the boys shyly waved. He was intimidating, even for them. Midorima merely bowed, his lips slightly pursed.

"Forgive me, but I have a few matters to attend to. Have fun, and please make yourselves at home." he smiled to the rest, leaving their prescence. It was silent for a beat, but Akashi couldn't hold onto it longer.

"Shall we go eat? The staff has prepared all of your favorites," Akashi turned to them with a genuine looking smile.

"Is there squid ink pasta-?" Murasakibara's eyes lit up, oblivious to the previous heavy air that filled the room.

"Yes, of course there is. Follow me," Akashi said with a soft chuckle.

(timeskip to that night...)

(If anyone wants me to write about the fun things they did that night feel free to request but this particular one-shot is focusing on Akashi)

"Goodnight everyone, I do hope you enjoyed this night. We will be waking you up at 10am for breakfast," Akashi said, a chorus of "goodnights" echoing the hall. As the last person went into their respective rooms Akashi clenched his fists, knowing he had to talk to his father. He had no choice but to, so he took a deep breath to give himself courage, and went over to where his father's office was.

Aomine had his ear pressed against the door, listening as Akashi's footsteps receded and was finally out of earshot. He very quietly opened the door and smirked, looking around as he tiptoed to Kise's room.

"Kise. Oi, Kise!" he whispered through the door, knocking as quietly as he could without being heard by the others. But after a few minutes of disturbing him, Aomine concluded that he was already asleep. So boring.

He decided that he would do this himself. The mischevious little bitch started to roam around the entire house. The halls, the floors, the rooms (that he could open) and everywhere he could go within the building. He visited an entire library, a cinema room, a music room, and many other things that he found entertaining in the middle of the night. At one point he was scared out of his wits as he felt a breeze and some whispering in a particular hall, so he ran away as fast as he could from it. It was only the staff and they had opened a window, but he didn't know that.

He ended up near a door that was rather large and fancy looking, and a sign that says Masaomi Akashi.

"Must be his office..." he whispered to himself. Aomine was about to leave and find his way back to his room when suddenly he heard faint shouting that came from that same office.

"...and you hadn't even told me! What made you think that this was something acceptable, Seijuro? Do you think this is something that an Akashi would do?!" Masaomi's voice was loud enough that he could hear it from the outside.

"No, father."

Aomine froze at the realization. Immediately he pressed his ear against the door, eavesdropping at their conversation. He made sure to hold his breath, just in case they wouldn't hear him from outside.

"Have you even finished your work for this weekend?"

"Yes father, I have."

"Do not tell me lies, child." he hissed, showing the list of things that Seijuro had to do that weekend. He looked at the list wide-eyed; he was sure that he completed everything he had to do in advance so that he would have the weekend free.

"What?! But I have finished everything!" Akashi panicked, reading the tasks one by one. But of course, Masaomi had just added new things to his list to punish his son even more.

"Read with your eyes, boy. You clearly are not finished. You will not sleep until you complete every single task I have delegated to you, do you understand?!"

"...Yes father," Akashi held his head low.

"And I want everyone out first thing in the morning, or you will go with them."

"Yes father-"

"You are a constant source of embarrassment to this family. Do you realize that, Seijuro? Tsk... it baffles me how someone of my blood could turn out to be so utterly incompetent." he hissed, pacing around his office. Seijuro took it all, being used to these words from his father. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"You will never, not in your entire life amount to anything of significance. I expected more from a child of mine, a child of your mother's. But clearly I was mistaken. She would be disappointed if she were still here."

No insults cut deeper than when it was forcibly wielded by his mother.

"I'm sorry, Father." Akashi said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This motherfucker..." Aomine was furious, clenching his fists. He was his friend, and it made his blood boil that his father would say those things to his own son. He wanted to curse Masaomi out with his fists, and at this point he didn't care anymore. He reached out to the doorknob when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You'll only make it worse, nodayo." Midorima whispered from behind him, which snapped Aomine out of his rage.

"What the fuck- why are you here?!" Aomine hissed, the two stepping away from the room so they wouldn't be heard.

"I um... I n-needed to find the bathroom, nanodayo..." Midorima adjusted his glasses, looking away. He was out here to look after Akashi, knowing that he would be in trouble. Aomine just shook his head at him, looking over at the office door.

"Then... what are we supposed to do?? We can't just let him do that...!"

"Unfortunately we can't do anything, nodayo..." he whispered, looking around. Aomine clicked his tongue, clearly pissed off about the entire situation.

"Come on, let's just go to bed. It will be worse when we get caught, nanodayo..." he whispered, and Aomine sighed as he nodded.

"Fine..." he muttered, the two tiptoeing on the way to their rooms.

"Back there... you sounded like you knew about this, Midorima." Aomine looked at him as they walked.

"...Somewhat. My father and Akashi's father had been business partners for a while now, so I know a thing or two about it, nanodayo."

"So you're rich too?"

"That's not the point nanodayo!" Midorima hissed, and Aomine laughed quietly.

"Aomine? Midorima? What are you two doing still awake?" Akashi suddenly showed up and walked over to them, the two freezing in their place.

"Uh oh-"

"Shit- uh... we were trying to find the bathroom!" Aomine blurted out, using Midorima's excuse. The green-haired teen gave him an annoyed look.

"Right... each room has a private bathroom." Akashi said, furrowing his eyebrows in suspicion. The two stayed silent, Akashi laughing softly.

"Feel free to explore if you like. Just make sure you have someone with you," he said with a smile. Aomine and Midorima looked at each other, wondering how Akashi could manage to put on a mask after all that verbal abuse.

"How about you?" Aomine asked suddenly, not really knowing where he was going with this statement.

"Ah, I... need to do a few more things. You two can go ahead,"

"Actually, we can't really sleep. Mind if we go with you?" Aomine said, glancing at Midorima. Perhaps what Akashi needed was just someone by his side.

"You may if you like... however you will find it rather boring I'm sure," he warned them, leading them to his room anyways.

"I don't mind, nodayo," Midorima said, pushing his glasses up and looking away.

"Well... if you insist." he shrugged, opening the door to his room and letting them in. His room was what Aomine had expected it to be; neat, tidy, and big. Immediately he rummaged through Akashi's shelf.

"Are you actually a man, Akashi? You don't have a single porn mag, here,"

"Do not regard me as a consumer of such vulgar content." Akashi hissed, sitting at his desk. Aomine let out a laugh, and Midorima just shook his head sitting on one of the chairs. The redhead couldn't help but chuckle to himself, turning around to focus on his work.

"Do not hesitate to tell me if you need anything," he said, shifting his concentration to the tasks in front of him. He smiled to himself, hearing Aomine and Midorima bicker and talk to each other in the background. He was happy that the two were there with him.

He closed his laptop, taking a deep sigh. He glanced outside, the sky still completely black. Akashi stretched a bit, turning around to see Aomine passed out on the floor, and Midorima passed out on the chair that he was in. He chuckled softly, getting some extra blankets and placing them on top of the two gently, not wanting to disturb his slumber.

It was worth it. He thought, remembering the events earlier where he was being screamed at by his father as he snuggled under his own covers on his bed.

I was able to spend time with them.. that's all that matters.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hiiiiii how’s the coffee

IT TASTES MORE BITTER THAN A MIDDLE AGED MAN WORKING FOR 20 YEARS CONSEQUETIVELY AS AN ACCOUNTANT AT A FAILING PLASTIC TOY MANUFACTURING FIRM WITHOUT GETTING PROMOTED AND HE'S TAKING OUT HIS FRUSTRATION ON HIS WIFE WHO HAS A SUCCESSFUL MEDICAL CAREER THAT SHE LEFT FOR HIM BUT THAT THREATENS HIM BECAUSE HE KNOWS SHE WOULD HAVE DONE BETTER THAN HIM BUT CHOSE NOT TO AND HE PRETENDS THE BARE MINIMUM IS A GODSEND TO HIS 10 YEAR OLD SON WHOM HE PUTS IN A FOOTBALL CAMP TO TOUGHEN HIM UP.

[staghunters]

Heeeeere's Pearlie!

What?: Pearl! The prequel shot consequetively with the slasher-hit X. Mia Goth takes center stage again as the antagonist Pearl, this time to give us a throwback to the early age of cinema and stardom.

Pearl, stuck on a rural farm in Texas, is set to take care of her sick father. A chance to audition for the movies lures her towards achieving stardom and fleeing the countryside. But will Pearl ever break away from her homestead?

Why should you watch it?: Ti West took a gamble by making two movies at the same time. Had X flopped at the box-office, who knows what had become of this film? Either way, Mia Goth reprises (yes, she played Pearl in the first movie of this trilogy, too) her role with a manic energy, and so cemented herself as one a scream queen of the modern age.

(Andrew Webster for The Verge, September 14 2022)

Some warnings!: Those who have seen X know the kind of gore to expect. For those who haven't: kills can be creative and the blood and guts are splattered across the screen. Additional warnings include: domestic violence, drug use, animal harm/death, bugs (in rotting meat), and mention of a miscarriage.

I haven't seen the film myself, but you can always inform about someone who has so that timestamps may be provided.

When?: October 22 at 10PM/22:00 CEST!

Link to the kosmi room will be shared ~20 minutes in advance.

[yakultii]

positives of today !! I went to all of my classes even though I felt like I was literally dying more and more as the day went on (that’s not positive but at least I showed up) and I made it my mission to speak out loud at least once in each class and I’m glad I went ! and also I randomly ordered pizza for din and it slayed so hard !! 1 more day of uni to go this week !! and this will probably be my record of how many consequetive classes I’ve attended if I haven’t already broken it lol I have so many assignmnets to do already I have no idea how I’m gonna do em but we gon try :,)

[magdasabs]

prayer circle for paris-chelsea and psg-bayern on two consequetive days 🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Fun fact:

I worked in a residence that offered care for people with comorbid physical and mental health care support needs, especially as they aged.

The headquarters of our agency regularly warned us to make sure we "weren't signing up for more than 3 consequetive shifts or more than 7 consequetive days of shifts" because they would incur a $10,000 fine per violation of the labor law which restricted this. Note that they at no point actually enforced this in any way on their end, warning us was their way of reducing their own liability if something bad happened while one of us inevitably did exactly what we legally could not because we were too understaffed. I personally worked multiple violations and witnessed dozens of others across the agency, let alone second hand reports of violations.

Second fun fact: the conference table in the director's main conference room was a custom carved hard-wood table that had run a purchase price of about $10,000. You can imagine how we, the staff, found this both hilarious and enraging.

Third fun fact: we were union and had better pay and benefits than most workers in our field in the area. The union later (about 5yrs) went through major restructuring following corruption and harm to labor allegations against literally the entire leadership mechanisms. They were an automotive and manufacturing union. We were health care staff. This mismatch in field understanding was visibly NOT a coincidence. As lead staff with specialized training and certifications, I made $12.57/hr, and after taxes and insurance brought home less than $1400/month. The agency billed insurance and disability more than twice that per resident per month, on top of receiving federal AND state funding contracts.

Last fun fact: when I resigned following a 45+ minute long seizure my neurologist attributed to stress, they tried to get me to stay by offering me a $0.30/hr raise.